#EVERYONE WELCOME A NEW LL MEMBER

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Omg I actually don't know why I'm so nervous to write and send this ask because it probably won't even be seen- idk- I'm just in the presence of such awesomeness rn 🤧

ANYWAYS, I'm literally such a HUGEEE fan of LL 🥹 It's my whole life and I love the way you write 🫶 Your characters, your story, just everything is pure perfection ❤️ I ACTUALLY CONSUME ALL THE FAN WORKS TOO like you've created such an amazing community I swear and everyone seems so lovely - it's honestly delicious.

SO I actually really wanted to share some hcs for your LL OCs because I love all of them, they're so mwah! BUT I PROBABLY GOT THEIR CHARACTERS SO WRONGG SO THAT'S...NOT 😀 BUT I JUST FELT LIKE I HAD TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS ON THEM ANYWAYS 😢 (I am so sorry. I actually cannot write anything to save my life)

OK AND ALSO I see all these incredible artworks and I would honestly contribute BUT I can't draw 😔 AT ALL. And I feel like your fic is too good for that. But I would absolutely LOVE to do a silly cosplay of Kai or something BECAUSE I JUST LOVE HIM AND I FEEL LIKE THAT'D BE SO FUN but I wasn't sure if that was okay?? Idk maybe I'm just super worried for no reason but I just had to check because I want to be respectful and I don't want to share/post anything without asking first 😓

(why does this feel so short and long at the same time- I WILL WRAP THIS UP)

ERM- So do you think it'd be ok to cosplay him and put it on TT or I can put it on Insta if you prefer??? I really don't know sbsj

I THINK THAT'S REALLY ALL 😀 But GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR EXAMS I FULLY BELIEVE IN YOU 🙏 Make sure you don't forget to take breaks and eat and sleep whilst you're busy studying 😢

THANK YOU <33

‘don't know why I'm so nervous to write and send this ask because it probably won't even be seen-‘ — well you must be new here 🤨 i never ignore any of my asks, it does just take me some time to get through them all 😭

but we’re here now 😋

‘I'm just in the presence of such awesomeness rn’ — i know 😋

HAHA JK STOPPP YOU’RE FLATTERING ME 😭❤️ I’M AWESOME FOR SURE BUT THAT DOESN’T LESSEN HOW AWESOME YOU MUST BE TOO <333

but i’m soooo pleased you like LL as much as you do 😩 i love writing it and answering asks and talking and AKISJSJS, you’re the sweetest person ever, truly

the works that the community have also provided are amazing, you’re so right about that 😋 i’m so glad you’re part of it now, welcome! <3

‘you've created such an amazing community I swear and everyone seems so lovely’ — firstly, THEY AREEE, idk how i got such a beautiful community of people all at once, it’s genuinely so refreshing like idek how to describe it

but i have to correct you. i didn’t create this community. i made LL, that’s for sure, but the community being its wonderful self is ALLL them (and now you! 🥹). i’m so thankful you have no idea, like UGHHH 😩❤️

‘SO I actually really wanted to share some hcs for your LL OCs because I love all of them, they're so mwah!’ — 😧

OH MY GOSHHHH, YES YES I’M SO EXCITED YESSS

‘BUT I PROBABLY GOT THEIR CHARACTERS SO WRONGG SO THAT'S…’ — THEY ARE WHATEVER YOU WANT THEM TO BE HAHA, YOU’RE ALL GOOD 😭👍🏽

let’s go through them <3

#1: Half of Miss B's wardrobe is either in #ab06d4 OR #ab868 EITHER OF THESE SPECIFIC COLOURS

miss b, just in case anyone was wondering, isn’t exactly a LL oc. she’s the baker girl from nanami’s memory in canon, but gege hates putting names to the women he introduces (aHEM mamaguro 🤨) so i had to just give her a cute little nickname 😭

so honestly, this hc passes bc i’m not gege and have no idea what miss B would wear HAHA ✅

#2: Either Kai's parents are super supportive or they're "it's just a phase" people

random kai lore (i see how you used the name he prefers HAHAHA, he’d love you for that) but he doesn’t have a dad 😀

i don’t… know… if… it’s telling… but…

yeah.

you can probably imagine why he left. and his mum initially thought it was a phase, till it just kept going. now she’s an exhausted woman who just wants a normal son 😭

#3: When Y/N's dad leaves for work, when he looks at souvenirs he's like "yep, I just know [character] would love that" and does those dad chuckles to himself YK WHAT I MEANNDJJSJS

ABSOLUTELY ✅

pretty sure it was mentioned in one of the chapters before (can’t remember which one) but he brings back souvenirs from his trips and brings lots of stuff for megumi - since they both have a common interest: animals.

you depict him so well in ur mind, i’m thankful 😭

#4: When Chad is "popular" with the girls (because yk average jock core or whatever) but he always plays it down and he's way too nice about it even if he's not into them

this hc passes as canon too! ✅

we’ve established how he’s not the typical mean-guy-chad we see in those 2000s films, which mc loves commenting on. he’s just a chill guy 🤷🏽‍♀️

#5: All the kindergarten teachers/staff are still recovering from Y/N like they still tell the mini mercupine tales sometimes (but....in a less traumatising way)

oh i hadn’t thought of this…

✅ LL canon :)

they definitely think of mercupine at times. and i have a rough draft of an interaction they have in the future…

but the mercupine tales? absolutely. they’d be examples to the next generation of kindergarteners

#6: At some point one of the characters that probably wouldn't ever (e.g. Y/N's mother or Miss B) have actually referred to Megumi as "porcupine", just because of Y/N calling him that, PURELY ACCIDENTALLY AS WELL just a slip of the tongue or somethin

THIS HAS DEFINITELY HAPPENED 😭✅

it could’ve been any of the characters tho, since ‘porcupine’ is so commonly used. but just wait till it’s used by the wrong people…

#7: Oliver is always out of some kind of loop. He's that one person that doesn't check their phone enough or something and misses HALF of the stuff going on

i didn’t have a story background for oliver, honestly. my main ocs are mc, mc’s parents/family, chad, malakai, and any frequently-mentioned extras you might meet later on.

so whatever you wanna depict oliver as, it’s ✅ canon to me too 😋

‘I see all these incredible artworks and I would honestly contribute BUT I can't draw AT ALL’ — honestly, don’t even sweat it, drawing is a SKILL that only the most patient people have 😭

‘I would absolutely LOVE to do a silly cosplay of Kai or something BECAUSE I JUST LOVE HIM AND I FEEL LIKE THAT'D BE SO FUN but I wasn't sure if that was okay??’ — GIRL IT’S FINE??? 😭

this is the first time someone’ll ever cosplay a LL character anyway and i’m ??? like levitating and so overwhelmed bc i didn’t even think of this being a thing? 😧

GO FOR IT OMG, and if you don’t mind, tag me too! <3 i’d loveee to see how you do it (i’m sure you’ll nail it, he’s just a typical crazy emo HAHAH)

you can post it on any social you want. tho if it’s on any social other than tumblr, you’re gonna have to drop by and lmk you’re user bc i don’t have a tt that’s not my private one haha 😭 and now it’s my time to ask if you’d let me link it on the LL q&a page here. it’s where i attach all the community stuff for the fic :)

TY FOR THIS LONG MESSAGE IT WAS SO JUICY AND I LOVED IT OSHAJBSJWJE TYSM FOR YOUR LOVE AND SUPPORT, ILYSM YOU HAVE NO IDEA 🥹❤️

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If it's possible, could you make a yandere enhypen story, where the reader usually goes out late at night to a convenience store for some late night snacks, but some pervert tries her, but one of the members had been following her and help her, I'm sorry if it doesnt make any sense but yeah...😀 (recently my delusions have been getting to me)

“convenient chances” 🎱 

pairing: stalker!yandere!enhypen x afab!reader

cw: harassment, violence, mentions of smoking, paranoia/anxiety, language, kidnapping, bad-ish ending lol

wc: 3.1k — read part ll and lll here

LIKE A DUNGEON with fear cementing every corner, you struggle to savor the silence in your waking life.

Doubting all and believing none, your close friend Sunoo convinced you that your nervous aches and night sweats were a mere result of paranoia. He always judged the way you’d peek over your shoulder in public as if waiting to be attacked.

Clicking sounds from your window startled your rest during the night, with nightmares of seven tall hooded strangers blinding your judgement.

You're sure everyone's experienced the phenomenon of “gaze perception” at least once in their lives, in which a person might sense or assume that a pair of predatory eyes are stalking them from afar.

You didn’t like to use the word trauma to define your past experiences, but this wasn’t your first time feeling like a cloud of trouble waited to pour down on you. At this point, all you could do was hope that your intuition wasn’t right this time.

It was only a few months ago when you broke up with your abusive ex-boyfriend, Jay. The memories still linger as if they occurred yesterday, freshly cryptic in your mind. From your point of view, he started off as a charming casual acquaintance, which soon developed into a crush and then a toxic relationship. He outlined a list of rules for you to follow when he was away, ordering you around like a child. Anytime you even came close to breaking one of his orders, he’d beat the shit out of you, saying that his rage was out of love.

From Jay’s point of view, you weren’t just an obsession, but a belonging—his favorite humanoid toy to play with. He threatened that if you ever left him, he’d come back for you one day, saying that he’d never stop watching you.

And so, you moved. Not far, but a good distance away. You didn’t feel protected anymore in your usual environment. Though, there was one place in which you felt completely safe—free from watchful eyes and hostile hands. It was the tatty old convenience store a few blocks from where you live. The place hadn’t developed much since what appeared to be a decade or two ago, but they always supplied the most tasty, high quality snacks you could get your hands on.

As silly as it may sound, the fallout shop was your haven, and you grew particularly fond of shopping there late at night when it was less crowded.

You walked passed the familiar electronic doors, the fluorescent ceiling lights sparkling off of the bleach-mopped tiles. The usually uplifting radio station was replaced with the chilling whoosh of air circulating through the vents.

“Hello! Welcome to Goldman’s 24-hour convenience,” a friendly accented voice chimed. “Hello,” you returned with a nod, a bit confused by the new face. The usual cashier was an elder women by the name of Mandy. Her laughter alone could make some of your darkest nights glimmer again.

The young man wore a name tag on his dark blue collared shirt: Jake. You couldn’t help but wonder why Mandy wasn’t working her usual night shift, but you didn’t care enough to interrogate the seemingly content boy.

Picking up a hand basket, you explored the aisle's shelves in search for something savory or sweet to snack on. Your gaze swiveled ahead of you before landing on the sight of two hooded strangers blocking your path. This time, a bit of their faces showed, revealing the devious smirks that spoke so many silent words through their sealed lips:

You can run, but you can’t hide from us, ____. For as long as we live, you’re not allowed to feel safe anywhere.

Goosebumps sprouted on the surface of your skin, nerves dancing around in your fingers until they became wobbling rods. It’s almost like you forgot to breathe due to the overwhelming terror, feeling frozen from within as the plastic basket slipped from your grasp, a loud clatter echoing throughout the store.

You remembered all of the horrible things Jay said he would do to you once he found you again. The bruises you concealed with makeup that Jay referred to as his "strawberry kisses” would have nothing on what you felt was coming your way.

“Are you okay, miss?” A kind male voice asked, snatching you from your trance and back to reality. You turned to meet the man behind you, revealing his concerned yet warm features. He picked up the basket you dropped, still processing that your mind successfully tricked you into seeing something that wasn’t actually there.

“Yes, I’m alright, t-thank you,” you smiled but it didn’t reach your eyes, looking more awkward than reassuring.

He pressed three finger's against your forehead, “I don’t think you’re being honest with me,” he frowned, your hot and damp forehead telling him that something was wrong. “I’m sorry, I haven’t even introduced myself yet,” he stuck out one hand for you to shake and the other to pass you back your basket. “My name is Heeseung,” he smiled, “I’m new in town with an affinity for convenience stores.”

“____, with an affinity to drop flimsy baskets in public,” you replied, suddenly feeling at ease from the humor. You started trailing to the ramen section and Heeseung was walking behind you. If it wasn’t for his kindness earlier, you’d probably be freaking out about how close he was. You reached for a spicy udon noodle pack that came with dehydrated tofu and seaweed sheets. Meanwhile, Heeseung grabbed a can of Spam and chicken flavored ramen.

“Speaking of your liking for convenience stores, I come here almost every night and I’ve never seen you before.“

“Well, yeah, I’m usually here earlier in the day. I just happened to need some gas and got hungry while waiting, so I decided to stop by for my favorites,” he peered into your basket, "You might wanna get some milk with those, too. It's ungodly how spicy they are!"

"I know, right? They're just so delicious, I can't resist them..."

"Still, Sapporo Ichiban instant noodles are the best! They always cook perfectly. Never too soft or too firm. It's my comfort food, honestly. I wanna hug the person who created them," he replied passionately.

"Eh, you're just gonna ruin 'em anyways."

He gave you a double look, "Are you passively judging my cooking skills or fat shaming me?"

"Neither. I'm shaming that pink block of salt you're gonna punish your organs with."

He scoffed, "This anti-Spam movement is outrageous! I'm starting an online protest where you'll be the number one convert."

"As if I'd ever try that...stuff," you rejected.

"Welp. More for me, I guess," he mumbled, digging into his jacket pocket.

“Dammit, I forgot my wallet in my car,” he said, placing his basket high up on the shelf. “If you see anyone try to take my stuff, kick ‘em in the shin for me,” he said before running out of the shop.

Analyzing your surroundings, you noticed that a few groups of shoppers and some solo snackers began raiding the bread aisle. You distracted yourself by heading to the refrigerator section, considering Heeseung’s recommendation of getting a smooth beverage to accompany your spicy noodles, tossing in a pack of strawberry flavored Pocky's on your way.

That’s when you felt an arm wrap around your waist, pulling you in before giving your head a sniff, his nose was wet and cold like a dog as he inhaled your scent. “What the hell are you doing?” You barked, pushing the creepy stranger away.

He was a middle aged man with a receding hairline and a few scars decorating his thin chapped lips. You wondered how many of those scares came from women he tried that “arm around the waist” shit on.

“Sorry, doll. I’m a hugger and figured you might've needed one,” he grinned, revealing the gnarly set of teeth that lined his grey gums. You couldn't tell if it was his foul breath or filthy clothes that smelled more like smoke. Either way, you were thoroughly disgusted by him.

“Well, you should learn to ask before throwing yourself on people,” you retorted, reaching for a container of banana milk.

“You like swallowing bananas, cutie? I bet I could force four of 'em down that pretty mouth of yours,” he slithered while adjusting himself in his pants.

What the hell is wrong with this guy, you thought to yourself.

You tried to ignore his lunacy, only for him to grip your ass like a stress ball, landing a harsh slap across the curve of your jeans. You yelped at the sting, your own words being caught in your throat from the shocking act. You couldn’t believe that this freak actually just did that to you.

He met your eyes with a wink, smelling his hand as if you just provided him with an expensive perfume sample, "You got a lover at home, sweetheart?"

Tears dared to pour from your rage-ridden eyes as you balled your fists so tight, your bones might break. That's when a protective figure filled your blurry peripheral vision, stepping in front of you to block the man off as he tried grabbing you again, pushing him with such a force that he lost his balance.

“The hell do you think you’re doing, y'scrawny mother fucker,” he growled, pulling up is pants.

“You can’t do that kind of sick shit to people, pervert! Now get the hell outta here or I'll call the police,” the younger boy fought back.

“I was just trying to have some fun, kiddo. Ain’t nothin' wrong with that. I bet honey doll misses me already,” the older man went on, licking at his lower lip.

“I’ll knock every last rotting tooth from your mouth if you don’t leave in the next five seconds-"

“Hey, what’s going on over here?” Jake asked in the middle of the commotion, the older man already fleeing the scene. Jake looked at the younger boy first before eventually meeting your eyes. You wish you could hide how shaken up you felt. The container of milk was bleeding out its strong banana scent on the once spotless floor, tears finally streaming down your cheeks.

“Oh my God, Jungwon, what happened,” Heeseung came running over, asking the boy who defended you. “It was nothing,” you interrupted before Jungwon could answer, the three boys standing dumbfounded around you in a puddle of banana milk. “Do you need a ride-" “Don’t worry about me,” your voice cracked in embarrassment.

Is there any way to explain how the world made you ashamed of your own tears?

You left your basket behind, apologizing to Jake who had to clean up the sticky mess. You didn’t wanna leave just yet, afraid that the older guy might be waiting for you outside, so you went to the ladies restroom instead to call your friend Sunoo.

“____?”

You cleared the lump in your throat before answering, “Sunoo,” you began shakily, “I need you to come and pick me up from Goldman's.”

“You sound terrible, is everything okay? You’re worrying me, what happened?”

“I’m sorry, Sun. Everything’s okay, I just really need you right now.”

“____,” he sighed. You suddenly felt guilty for even calling him.

“Sunoo, if you can’t make it, I won’t be mad at you,” you said in between the silence, trying to encourage him to make a choice.

“I-I can’t, well, I can, but, not soon, at least. I’m only an hour away, if you’re willing to wait that long.” The pity in his voice made you wanna cry all over again. Looking at the time on your phone, it was six minutes til midnight, and you refused to haul your best friend out on the road this late. “No, that’s alright, Sunoo. I’ll just call an Uber.”

His side of the phone fell quiet for a moment. “____, I know how much you hate Uber's. Don't do that to yourself because of me."

"I'll be okay, Sun, just get yourself some rest."

He paused before asking, "Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Of course! Call me when you get home!”

You finished up in the bathroom, mentally preparing yourself to face the strangers beyond the not-so-comforting walls of the restroom. To your surprise, Heeseung and Jungwon were still in the store. Huddled around Jake at the checkout counter, the three of them took loud sips from steaming cups of ramen. “Hey, ____,” Heeseung began, resting his snack on the counter. “We could help you file a report against that guy, if you want.”

Jungwon met your eyes with his own sincere ones, “He should pay for the way he treated you.” Jake put your basket from earlier on the counter, dry items taking the place of the previously wet ones.

“Do you still want these," he asked shyly. After everything that happened, you felt empty in more than one way. Some warm broth and noodles is exactly what your body needed at the moment. You nodded, handing Jake a $20 bill. Beeping sounds immediately met your ears as he scanned your items with a strange haste. You looked back to Heeseung and Jungwon.

“Getting the police involved will only make it harder for me to forget this ever even happened. Thank you for your concern, though,” you smile at the humble pair before they took the final gulps from their ramen cups before discarding them.

“Here’s your change,” Jake chirped, handing you the plastic bag of goodies. “Thank you,” you bowed, heading to the exit.

“Y'sure you don't need a ride?” Jungwon asked. You flashed him your phone screen. “Uber,” was all you said before walking into the black of the night, the sliding doors closing behind you.

According to your smartphone, you should expect your chauffeur, Sunghoon, to arrive shortly in a black truck with tinted windows. The vehicle came speeding through the parking lot, a chill wind hitting your features. The truck was so dark, that it almost blended into the night. He rolled down the window, looking you up and down.

"Name?"

"Uh, ____," you said, his blunt question catching you off guard.

"Get in," he replied, directing a thumb to the back seat, unlocking the door as you slid in, bumping into another passenger. Immediately caught by his dark eyes, the boy waved slightly, muttering a deep “Welcome aboard,” before fixing his gaze out the window again. The truck sat idly as Sunghoon delayed taking off, exchanging a few hushed words to the guy sitting in the front passenger's seat.

Click.

The backseat doors opened from both ends, Heeseung, Jungwon, and Jake joining you in the black vehicle. "Scoot over, Niki," Jungwon complained, trying to get comfortable in the crammed space. That's when you saw one last person join you all in the truck, his face capturing the moonlight like a thief.

"Sunoo?! W-what are you doing here? I thought you were an hour away!" All he did was frown in response. He always made that face whenever he was hiding something from you. "Sunoo," you pressed, nudging his shoulder.

"Oh please, would you just shut the hell up already," the hostile driver growled at you.

You screwed your eyes brows in confusion, "What's going on here," you inquired, now feeling anxiety start to creep up on you.

"The very thing I warned you about before you abandoned me," the front passenger bit back.

That voice. You knew exactly who it belonged to.

It was Jay, your looney ex-lover, sitting right in front of you. An angry yet pitiful scowl contaminated his handsome features.

You pushed through Heeseung, reaching for the door handle, only for Niki, the quietest yet scariest one, to snatch your wrist, pulling you into his tantalizing grip. "Let me go," you yelped, only for Jungwon to harshly cover your mouth.

Screech.

Sunghoon pulled off at a dangerous speed, causing your bodies to shake in the truck. Heeseung crossed his legs cooly as if he wasn't just casually talking with you in the store, “So when do we get to have fun with her, again? It’s not like she did any good entertaining me through conversation.”

Jake rolled his eyes at Heeseung, “I could’ve used your enthusiasm when I had to stuff that fat old chick in the freezer. Alone. On top of that, I had to mop the floor quintillion times before the blood stains got out.”

“At least you’d make a good house husband,” Sunghoon joked.

You felt your heart sink to the pit of your stomach at Jake’s confession: He killed Mandy.

"I'm sorry, ____," Sunoo whispered, fighting back tears as he hid his face from you.

Everything was starting to make sense now.

The visions of seven hooded boys.

The clicking sounds you'd hear from outside your window at night.

The way you could never shake the feeling that you were being watched.

Jay’s past words echoed in the back of your mind:

"If you ever decide to leave me, don't ever think that you'll get very far before I catch up. I'll always be watching you."

You bit Jungwon's hand, causing him to retreat his palm from your flushed face. "Sunoo, you betrayed me! You told me that I was paranoid when you knew exactly what was going on behind my back! I felt safe with you...I trusted you! And you fucking lied to me!"

"God, I've had just about enough of her nagging," Niki said, landing a fisted blow across your face. As you faded out of consciousness, Jay tried to soothe your daze.

“Even though I betrayed you and beat you, it was only my funny way of expressing how much I love you. Can’t you see that I did all of that out of love?”

You could still hear Sunoo pleading for your forgiveness in the background as you held onto the last strand of your consciousness.

"I've been watching you for a long time, love. You always try to escape me and I never understood why you just wouldn't listen to me. All I've ever done is love you and try to protect you. This time, I’ll make sure you’ve learned your lesson.”

And that was the last thing you heard before retreating to the vacancy of your mind, floating around in the silence of your oblivion. Left in the hands of seven reckless boys who’d successfully lured you into their cat trap, you didn’t know what to expect once you’d open your eyes, but you knew it wouldn’t be anything good.

In that time, you came to the unsettling conclusion that broken toys were Jay’s favorite, and if you weren’t already broken upon being found, you would be by time he’s done playing with you.

☆ ᴀ/ɴ: in no way, shape, or form does this fanfic intend to romanticize unhealthy relationships or abusive behaviors. i simply write for entertainment and creative purposes. thus, reader discretion is always advised.

☆ ᴘ.ꜱ: special thanks to the fabulous anon who requested this piece! i played around with the plot a bit, but I hope you all enjoyed reading it! if you guys would like a version of this story with a happier ending, let me know in the comments!

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Welcome Back, OTC. (I'll make love to you) | Roman Reigns x Black!fem OC. SMUT. 18+!! MDNI!

Description: Roman is full of surprises at the biggest party of the summer. Lilah is eager to welcome him back.

Warnings: Established Dom/sub dynamic, teasing, spanking/mention of spanking, praise/rewards ("good girl "), honorifics ("Daddy", "My tribal chief"), Nipple play, Petnames (Princess, babygirl, little brat?), vaginal sex, mild brating/brat taming and begging.

Face claim: Jaylen Barron.

Song: I'll make love to you by Boys ll Men

You can find more of my work here.

Stories that feature Roman x Lilah include: Jealous, 34+35, There goes my baby, Nonsense, and Worst to me.

Again, MDNI!!! THIS IS AN 18+ FAN FICTION. As always my stories are about Roman Reigns NOT Joe Anoa'i.

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Lilah sat backstage, anxiously waiting for her boyfriend Roman Reigns to return from the ring. She had no idea ahead of time that he was going to show up and go all 'Wreck everyone and leave' on his little cousin. She was honestly in disbelief. Truth be told it was probably for the best. Lilah couldn't hold water. If she caught glimpse of a birthday gift Roman had gotten for one of his cousins, it was within hours that she'd spill the beans. it's just who she was, surprises were not her forte.

She had been backstage removing her makeup and what-not after her own match, completely in the dark as to what Roman had up his sleeve when she heard the arena erupted in cheers and Lilah's heart skipped a beat. She knew that sound all too well - Roman's wrestlemania 40 theme.

Lilah rushed to the monitor, eager to see her beloved boyfriend. She watched in disbelief as Roman practically flew into the ring and superman punched Solo, giving him no time to recover before hitting him with a spear as 50k+ people roared thunderously in support of him.

After the match, Roman made his way backstage.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming back?" she asked, her voice neutral.

Roman smiled almost sheepishly. "I wanted it to be a surprise," he said.

Lilah was both angry and relieved. She was angry that Roman had kept her in the dark, but relieved that he was back. In the direct aftermath of wrestlemania 40 the two of them had gone on vacation together, had some island time and just took some time to reconnect, though after the first month Lilah made her return to WWE whereas Roman had not been seen since April. It was now August. Four months later. To the fans it had felt like an eternity. It had for Lilah too really. Being on the road without him felt incredibly weird. Especially now that she wasn't traveling with the bloodline.

With Jimmy and Paul both out with injuries after getting attacked by the new members Solo had brought into the bloodline. Jacob, Tama and Tanga had all been recruited post wrestlemania season when Solo decided that he wanted to play pretend, he had convinced himself that he was the tribal chief and Lilah didn't want any part of it. So she was more than willing to travel by herself, though she did sometimes ride with Trin, Bianca and Jade.

She'd kept Roman in the loop the entire time, constantly filling him in on the shit talking Solo was doing, down to him having the audacity to wear the ula fala. Roman was eerily calm each time, he just reassured her that things would be fine. Just do her own thing, keep her distance from Solo and the others and that he would be back when the time was right.

It seemed that the time was right at Summerslam. "OTC?" Lilah questioned.

"Original tribal chief." Roman responded, a smirk on his face. Lilah couldn't help but chuckle. She loved when he got petty.

As they entered Roman's locker room, Roman pulled Lilah into a tight embrace.

A petty Roman Reigns was a dangerous Roman Reigns. A sexy Roman Reigns. Not that he wasn't always mouth wateringly fuckable, but this attitude... yeah it was doing something for her.

"I missed you," he whispered.

Lilah melted into his arms, all thoughts of anger and surprise fading away. She had missed him too, more than she could put into words.

"I have another surprise for you." Roman said flirtatiously.

Lilah's curiosity was piqued. "What is it?" she asked, a hint of excitement in her voice.

Roman smiled slyly. "I can't tell you yet," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "But I promise, you'll love it."

Lilah couldn't help but feel a shiver of anticipation. She had always loved the way Roman kept her on her toes.

"When can I find out?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

Roman leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "Soon," he whispered. "Very soon."

Lilah's heart was racing now. She couldn't wait to find out what Roman had in store for her.

"But I want to know now," she said, pouting playfully.

Roman chuckled. "Nope," he said, giving her a playful swat on the ass. "I'm afraid you'll just have to wait."

Lilah huffed in mock frustration. "You're no fun," she said, trying to hide her smile.

Roman chuckled and leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips.

Lilah's annoyance quickly faded as Roman's lips met hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and deepening the kiss.

When they finally pulled apart, Roman was grinning. "See?" he said. "I can be fun."

Lilah rolled her eyes, but she was secretly thrilled. "I suppose you're not completely hopeless," she teased.

Roman pretended to be offended. "Ouch," he said, placing a hand over his heart. "You wound me, babygirl."

"You think you can get away with talking to your tribal chief like that? Rolling your eyes at me?" He continued in a playful stern tone, "You want me to spank you, Babygirl?"

Lilah laughed. "You'll live," she said.

Roman chuckled taking a seat and pulled Lilah into his lap. "You're so feisty," he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I love it."

Lilah grinned and snuggled closer to him. "You love me," she said, nuzzling his neck.

Roman smiled and kissed the top of her head. "That I do," he said. "That I do."

They sat in silence for a moment, just enjoying each other's company. Lilah was still curious about Roman's surprise, but she knew better than to push him... She still did it anyway though.

Roman chuckled again, sensing Lilah's eagerness. "You're really not going to let this go, are you, little brat?" he asked, his voice taking on a slightly dominant tone.

Lilah shivered at the sound of his voice. "No," she said, her voice low and sultry. "I want to know what you have planned."

Roman smirked and tightened his grip on her waist. "You're going to have to be a good girl and wait," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "And if you're really good, I might just give you a reward."

Lilah's heart skipped a beat. "I can be good, My tribal chief." she said, her voice breathy.

Roman chuckled and ran a hand up her thigh. "I know you can," he said, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

Before long they were back in the luxury hotel suite Roman had booked for them, it was dimly light with rose petals all around and led candles flickering. There was champagne and strawberries. The room itself smelled faintly of lavender which he knew was one of her favorite scents. Soft r&b music, mostly from the 90s played from the Bluetooth speaker on the bedside table.

Lilah's eyes widened as she took in the romantic atmosphere. "You did all this for me?" she asked, her voice filled with awe.

Roman smiled and pulled her closer. "Of course I did," he said. "You deserve the best."

He led her over to the bed and gently pushed her down onto it. "Now, it's time for your reward," he said, his voice low and seductive.

Lilah's heart racing with anticipation. She felt Roman's hands on her body, tracing a path of fire over her skin. She moaned softly as he kissed her neck, his lips moving down to her collarbone.

Roman's hands moved lower, slipping under her shirt and tracing the curve of her hips. He kissed her passionately, his tongue exploring her mouth. Lilah arched her back, pressing herself closer to him.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "And all mine."

Roman began to kiss his way down her body. He removed both her shirt and her bra then tossed it aside,"You were such a good girl. So patient and loyal while daddy was away." He said before he took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue.

Lilah moaned louder, her body writhing under his touch. "Roman, please," she begged. "I need you, My tribal chief."

Lilah's body was on fire with desire. She could feel Roman's hands everywhere, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer.

Roman groaned, his own desire evident. "You're so eager, princess." he said, his voice thick with lust.

Roman continued to kiss and touch her, his hands and mouth exploring every inch of her body. Lilah was lost in a haze of pleasure, her mind consumed by the sensations he was creating.

Suddenly, he stopped and pulled away. Lilah opened her eyes, looking at him in confusion, "Daddy..." she whined at his teasing.

Roman's eyes darkened with lust at the sound of her voice. "Yes, princess?" he said, his voice low and commanding.

Lilah shivered at the sound of his nickname for her. "just fuck me already," she whispered. "I want you so badly, my tribal chief, please fuck me."

Roman growled, his control slipping. "You're playing with fire, babygirl," he said as he began to pull down her shorts followed by her black lace panties.

Lilah moaned again, arching her back as he exposed her skin to the cool air. "I don't care," she said. "I need you, daddy."

Roman's hands moved slowly, his fingers tracing patterns over her skin. Roman smirked, enjoying the effect he was having on her. "Is someone feeling a little needy?" he asked, his voice filled with amusement and his signature cockiness.

Liliah whimpered, her body aching for his touch. "Please," she begged. "Please fuck me, daddy."

Roman chuckled, loving the way she begged. "Well since you asked so nicely..." he said before shedding his own clothes.

Roman's hands moved to her hips, gripping them tightly as he positioned himself between her legs. "Mm go ahead, babygirl, acknowledge me." he growled, before thrusting into her.

Lilah cried out, her nails digging into his back as he started to move. "Oh fuck! I acknowledge you, Daddy." she moaned.

Roman continued to thrust into her, his movements rough and possessive. "That's right, babygirl," he said, his voice rough with desire. "You're mine, and I'm going to make sure you know it."

Liliah moaned louder, her body writhing beneath him. "Yes, Daddy, I'm yours. Only yours." she said.

Roman's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. "You're so tight, babygirl," he groaned. "You feel so good around me."

Liliah could feel herself getting closer to the edge, her body tensing with pleasure. "Please, Daddy, I'm so close," she whimpered.

Liliah's body shuddered as she came, her orgasm washing over her in waves. "Daddy!" she cried out, clinging to him tightly.

Roman leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Come for me, princess. I want to feel you come undone around me."

Roman continued to thrust into her, riding out her orgasm before finally finding his own release. He groaned her name as he came, collapsing on top of her.

Liliah wrapped her arms around him, panting and spent. "Welcome back, OTC..." she said, her voice hoarse.

[rowanthesorcerer]

Heyyyyyyy everyone, i am alive 👍

i’ve forgotten how to make good content tho 🤔

but here’s a fun fact:

Some time ago, i was attempting to draw Rime Solano Varela, however, i messed up on the proportions before i had drawn the hair. on that day an entity was born, Rime but bald “Bime” if you will. i shared this image with a dear friend of mine, i also made a digital version of the image by editing a Rime sprite. From then on, the cult of Bime has thrived, we have an anniversary, a song, we eat cheese to honour Bime, many images and so much lore have sprung from this one drawing and my over active imagination.

i have a shrine in my room dedicated to lord Bime, we have an ikea as hq, it’s all very fun.

i am telling you this because it acts as a single piece of proof, showing you that my mind creates lore for everything, all of mu plushies have lore, i can’t stop making new storylines for my book series, i have lore for random items in my room, it does not stop.

this also proves my absolute insanity over LL, i’ve spent at least £300 on LL things, i put LL on my flesh, permanently, i have a cult dedicated to a bald version of Rime…. if any of you believe you are more insane than me over LL, i’d love to hear your case.

Lastly, if you are interested in worshiping Bime as your deity, you are quite welcome. previous cult group chats have faded into inactivity because i’m bad at keeping conversations, but i’ll happily add you to my list of members, dedicate a post to all Bime cult lore and talk with members more regularly.

i shall share the images of Bime

the original image is located in the Bime shrine, it is the one that shares a (badly drawn pose) with Rime’s LL sprite

there is also the digital image of our Lord Bime, he is very beautiful

[lex1nat0r]

White Elephant: Sanctuary Blue

AAR #07

Session report from my ongoing Lancer campaign.

Characters (LL 1):

Raiju (They/Them, Hacker 2/Ace/Centimane, Barbarossa 1) - GMS Everest - Delta

Sunshine (They/Them, Grease Monkey/Technophile/Engineer/Juggernaut, Pegasus 1) - GMS Everest - Exchange of Affection

Rook (He/Him, Walking Armory/Stormbringer/Brutal, Balor 1) - GMS Everest - Not Fun By Myself

Daylight (She/Her, Technophile 2/Crack Shot/Infiltrator, Vlad 1) - GMS Everest - Hits Different

Magpie (They/Them Hacker 2/Technophile 2, Goblin 1) - GMS Everest - General Protection Fault

NHPs:

Molotov - Via Sunshine’s Technophile talent - Projects as a small velociraptor - unshackled

Willow - Via Daylight’s Technophile talent - Projects as 1-2 squid - unshackled

Murgatroid - Via Magpie’s Technophile talent - Projects as a wizard? - shackled

Prev session writeup

As the Eye of the Tiger approaches the network of stations around Sanctuary Blue the ship receives a message welcoming them to the Sanctuary Blue safety perimeter and instructing them to power down all weapons. After complying they receive a transmission from someone calling themselves Kline, who seems terribly overworked, letting them know that they will be the crew's liaison with Cortex Concord, the organization that controls Sanctuary Blue. Captain Borrego informs Kline that they want space and material for repairs and privacy, both of which Cortex Concord offer, but not for free. The lancers' reward for saving New Aeonia will cover some of it, but they'll have to find a way to get more. Fortunately they're at the biggest hub of mercenary activity in the sector and tactical officer Nightingale volunteers to sift through job offers to see what they can find. The Eye of the Tiger is directed to a docking berth and the lancers find themselves on shore leave.

The first thing they come across is station security knocking on a door trying to take someone into custody. The security officers clearly know Scutty, who isn't under arrest they're just needed for questioning. When Scutty makes a break for it carrying a suspicious case the lancers collectively decide to restrain them, Magpie palming a vial of whatever chemical they were trying to escape with. Handing Scutty over to the security officers it comes out that Scutty is a combat stims dealer, entirely legal and above board, but with Union moving into the area Cortex Concord needs to abide by their regulations which includes making sure the composition of Scutty's stims is approved by the Union equivalent of the FDA. There is also the possibility that their stims have been linked to some deaths, but the security officers don't seem to worry about that. Magpie later examines one of the stims in the Tiger's medlab and as far as they can tell it's basically equivalent to Juice, just with a different mix.

Rook goes to get a damn drink and picks up a miscellaneous useful item, Raiju hacks into the nearest available terminal and picks up information on Cortex Concord, Sanctuary Blue, and the three big mercenary groups: The Crimson Unlimited, Goblin Riot, and the Skulls Brigade. Magpie is intrigued by Goblin Riot, who claim to be the inspiration for the HORUS Goblin PG which is of course unverifiable, and hacks into their chatroom to make friends. Sunshine is still looking for a sentinel eye of midnight sensor suite and finds one just as it's bought by a member of the Skulls Brigade. Daylight did some fruitful dumpster-diving.

Sensors officer Fasola pings the squad net, saying a situation is brewing. There are four unknown ships hurtling towards the berth where the Eye of the Tiger is docked and three just launched missiles. Everyone breathes a sigh of relief when the missiles are revealed to be targeting the unknown. The missiles will impact before the ship reaches Sanctuary Blue's safety perimeter, so Cortex Concord won't do anything. Gunnery officer Edelweiss says they could use the Tiger's guns to intercept the missiles. The three aggressors are the Hound, First Fang, and Corpse-Chewer frigates of the Chain of Knives mercenary group allied with the Skulls Brigade. The other ship is the Beloved, carrier of the Sanctity Group, generally well-liked by the Sanctuary Blue mercenaries. Kline advises to not get involved, which is eventually what the crew decide to do, watching as the missiles impact with the Beloved, which limps to safety.

Helpful(?) diagram. The Sanctuary Blue safety perimeter is at range 1.

Nightingale comes back with three potential job offers:

Neuropa, a local megacorp, has an urgent request about Blackspine terrorists taking over one of its facilities planetside where they could be making a bioweapon. They need someone to blow up the facility before that can happen.

Rimtech, another local megacorp, needs bodyguards for an inspection team to make sure their planetside facilities are complying with Union regs.

Union itself is offering a bounty for a slaver who is known to be hiding out planetside.

The group leans towards the Union job, but Kline points out that rolling up in a battleship and immediately going to work for the hegemony that's moving into the sector is going to raise some flags. They try to steer the crew to taking the nice low-key Rimtech job, but the lancers' curiosity is piqued by the Neuropa job. Kline agrees, saying there shouldn't be a facility on Sanctuary Blue capable of making a weapon as deadly as Neuropa fears. Further, Raiju and Magpie's investigations turn up rumors that the "Blackspine terrorists" don't actually exist and is just what Neuropa blames any major incidents on. Kline says the job should have been pulled for review before it could be accepted, but since it got through they'll let the lancers take it because Cortex Concord can't be seen to be taking jobs away from mercs. Eager to stir up trouble, the lancers accept the job from Neuropa and get ready for a briefing.

Next time: de_sancblu?

[yandere-daze]

Do you mind if I share some more thoughts on the new unit au (same anon as before, just capitalizing my letters now)? I have many thoughts.

For the new unit, how many members would there be? Would it be a unique solo unit like that one guy whose name I cannot remember? Or would there be multiple people in the unit?

If that's the case, then who are these new people? They're not gonna be anyone you see in-game, that's for sure. So, are they strangers? Are they old ocs you thought you'd forgotten about? Or are they people designed specifically to fill out the roster? Ghost characters with no backstory or purpose aside from aiding you and your unit.

Personally, I like the third one. It fits with the "I was designed for you" theme the other characters seem to have. It also leaves room for even more yanderes, which is fun.

I think three members (including you) would be ideal. You act as the leader and centerpiece for the unit, while the other two are the backup duo. The entire unit is undoubtedly focused on you, which is a bit unusual, isn't it? More reason for suspicion, perhaps...

If it's okay, I'd like to send in more ideas about this as 🔆 anon

This ask is a continuation of this

Honestly, I´m blown away by how creative you are, I´m eating all of this up!! Such a big brain, I love the ideas! Welcome aboard, 🔆 anon! Absolutely feel free to send in more thoughts too, I love reading it!

More thoughts on this under the cut!

gn reader

tw yandere, implication of violence and dislike against the reader because of a misunderstanding, mention of a killed dog as a descriptor but it doesn´t actually happen

Who are the characters in the newly introduced unit the player is now a part of?

Okay so first of all let me start by repeating myself: This is literally such a good idea!

If the unit happened to be a solo one then the pressure on you would dramatically increase, so for your own safety, I hope it´s not. Look at this like this, only a single character was added into the game, and not a second later, their beloved player disappears and abandons them when there had been no prior sign of this happening. In their desperation, they´ll very quickly turn to blame you for the entire ordeal, simply because you´re the easiest to shift the blame to. They obviously haven´t done anything wrong so the only one responsible could be the one character that was added recently without any warning. You must not have liked the design or the style of music or anything else! You´ll have an especially hard time because pretty much no one is on your side. Even the more sane or empathetic ones won´t help you out because they´re too struck by grief and they don´t dare to stand up against the overwhelming majority who will just want you gone.

You´ll have a slightly easier time if you aren´t the only one in your unit because it at least leaves the chance that *you* in particular aren´t the problem but instead maybe one of the others.

I do think the game and world would opt to give you two completely new characters because if they just used an old oc of yours, you might be even quicker with finding out that something must be wrong. After all, even if they´re old, there´s still a good chance you might recognize them.

But then again, is it really any less suspicious that amongst your favorite characters, there are now two completely new ones you´ve never seen before in your entire life that seemingly only exist to make you look good and put you in the spotlight? They´re both nice enough and it feels good to at least have some people here in ES that you can talk to without being villainized for some reason you don´t understand. It hurts, having everyone you pass shoot you dirty looks as if you´ve killed their dog or something when you have no recollection of doing anything wrong. You´re literally just existing, why do they hate you?

But you can´t deny that it´s a bit creepy how both of your unit mates only compliment you and tell you how glad they are to have you with them, it´s like their entire personality is based around pleasing you and you can´t help but think it´s a bit unsettling. How come you´re always the center of all of your songs even though they´re both undoubtedly talented when you might not have any prior experience when being an idol? Why is it that all your outfits are suited to your own preferences and when you speak up about it, both of them insist that they´re happy with being able to wear the clothes you enjoy? It´s worrying and yet you´re still happy to have them because it at least means you have two people that will always have your back, no matter what

[pikapikapikaachuu]

TRAIN TO BUSAN

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You knocked on the leader's door remembering how nervous you were the first time. However now you walk in a bit more comfortably noticing how everyone's attitude is changing into something more softer something...warmer.

"hey come in yn, sit ." he gestured at the chairs opposite him.

" are you feeling better?" he inquired showing his dimples and you wondered if it was for making small talk or genuine care. It seemed the latter.

"yep much better" you returned the smile.

"you're main job is being our personal doctor give the list of medical stuff you need to seungmin. You can start keeping our physical records and checkup as per your comfort. I ll trust you on that."

"wow this feels really real"

"it is and here's your schedule"

He handed you a paper with horizontal table printed on it

"strength training , member’s check up, firearms training, defensive training?”

you raised an eyebrow at him and he knew exactly knew what you’re thinking

everyone included in our organization from are drivers to S.Is everyone is trained .S. Is are-”

" secret investigators...this is harder than I thought.” you nervously smiled

" hey no worries i’ll have our best people to train you. you start officially from tomorrow but before that you’ll need to sign some forms you can get them from either seungmin or innie.” 

*knock* *door opens*

"Hey chan, hey yn If you're done here we'd like to show you around "

"remember to behave lix"

"yeah it's me and 00s"

"why did that worry me"

"just a minute lix. Chan what about my previous job?"

"oh yeah I forgot here's your new card and I already told them to look into it. You can go over and sign the cancellation of your contract there."

"okay-"

"yn! "and han pulled you away.

"Hyunjin! Han!" you laughed at their unexpected enthusiasm

"what's the code you said in there lix 00?"

"It's no code it's us and now it's you I. N said your 00 liner"

"oh so that's what it is"

"So I think you already know this entire hallway leads to everyone's room and chan's office so let's skip it."

"wait although remember the rooms are in our age's descending order"

Let's go that side of the staircase"

"first one is the gym there are alot of equipments I don't think we use all of it"

"yeah the last one doesn't even work Changbin lost a part so it's just for storage now."

"next is the shooting range... Then the training area."

"but do you know what's the best thing in skz House" felix asked a glint in his eyes.

"the pool!" screamed Hyunjin and han high - five each other

"no?! It's obviously the underground escape"

"wow you guys have an underground room?!"

"let's go down it's the last room.

" welcome to the chamber of secrets yn there's a password to go in the year of stray kid's establishment "

"thanks han but can't we go in?"

"not unless someone breaks in. And that's probably never?"

"well that's sad"

"no its not sad Hyunjin shut up" and han Hyunjin started arguing.

And so you left them there down. Honestly not going in was a bummer

"knock knock"

"get in"

"that was lame"

"no that was lame" he pointed his finger at you

"I'm guessing you're here for the contract"

"Yep"

"Here" he spread out the sheets on his desk and gestured you to come closer

"This one says betray us like a traitor and you're in hell. This one, betray us like a fool and you're dead and this one says your death your responsibility ofcourse we save each other's ass but you never know."

"okay..." you said a bit no alot hesitantly but seungmin didn't seem to mind.

"hey seungmin-oh are you registering her" Lee know sat down on seungmin's bed.

"did you tell her about our code?"

"no I was about to. this is the most important one omerta, the code of silence. We rely on this code — in which no one speaks about Mafia activities to anyone outside the family — I mean our mafia gang to protect themselves and the family from the law."

"do you understand?" asked Lee know and you nodded.

You seem to still be scared of him.

"y-yes" you cleared your throat.

" so there's no blood oath of any sorts?"

And they chuckled well seungmin did while Lee know laughed like a witch.

"no? That stopped like decades ago if you really want to show us your loyalty bleed while fighting for one of us"

You shrugged. Chan said you won't go out alot. Isn't that a good thing?

"where are you going?" seungmin questioned as you took off.

"out"

"well that's really vague" Lee know said to which the other male replied "she's always vague. But when are you leaving"

___

Should you really ask the mafia leader to get your personal items from your house?

Yeah you don't think so. You only realised you were still standing outside seungmin's room when it's door opened.

"hey Lee know... Do you know who could take me home I need to get my stuff you know"

" well if you're thinking to take I. N you can't he and seungmin are busy today. You don't wanna go alone?"

"it's not that I don't I can't I don't know the directions you guys don't really live in a popular landmark "

"here's beautiful and you know it you can just take chicken or Changbin I'm sure he' ll like to go out"

"but where is... He? And he's gone. Age wise right? So seungmin.... 3 rooms ahead "

"hello? Changbin? Nope" you enter his dark room as soon as you leave.

But you meet Felix outside

"hey I need to go out do you know Where's... Chicken? "

"I won't take you!" he says running away towards his room "you're one of them! " leaving a very confused you. "oh so Felix is chicken and you never tease him that. Noted."

"yn"

"seungminnie "

"what do you want, be quick we need to report chan?"

"do you know Where's Changbin?"

"where do you think he is. He practically lives in the gym"

"oh thank you! Do you want anything from the city I can get you. "

"not really the hyungs go there all the time but I'd like a sugar glazed Krispy Kreme"

"gotcha see you later"

And both of you took off your separate ways

You pushed the metal door revealing the person you were looking for

"Changbin? There you are I've looking for you"

"what's up"

"I need a ride"

"where to?"

"my house and then the hospital"

"fine but only if you buy me lunch" he said smile tilted probably from trying to smirk

"well good thing I got paid today" you showed off your new card grinning

"we ll leave in 10"

"okay! I ll wait"

You settled in the passenger's seat of the blue sedan while Changbin was prepping to drive.

"yn remember nobody should know our base's location. So always take one of us or when you're alone take the bus and call us we'll pick you up from the stop."

"because people may break in?like you broke in nct?

He nodded finally starting the engines" "understood."

"how much do you think this card is worth? Should I ask chan"

"ask him when it's empty but I don't think it will" he said smirking

"is it that much!"

____

"thank god I didn't lose my key" you said as you fidgeted with the lock of your house

"do you really think only keys can open a lock?"

"no. Teach me later. Come in. I didn't come home alot so it never got dirty"

"do you need help" he asked laying on the sofa

"nope I ll just dump everything in boxes"

"cool. Cuz' I really didn't want to help"

You both chuckled. And just like you said you really did dump all of the clothes.

"hey I'm ready to leave"

"do you not need to bid goodbye or whatever to your house?"

"whatever. Bye."

"hey you can go ahead I ll Park the car and meet you in?"

"Alright"

You nervously walked into the hospital making beeline to the Administration floor. You really don't want to meet people or get asked you were still officially on a leave. Thankfully either of seungmin or I. N did your work easy and you were good to go after signing the cancellations. You stepped out to see Changbin reading the hospital board.

"I'm done. Let's get some food " you stood beside him looking up at the board too.

Skz POV

The eyes he was feeling on himself weren't the ones who any normal citizen would give. His appearance was that of normal black tracksuit. Nobody would recognise him here right? Starting to get conscious by the weird feeling he pulled up his mask covering my face. He looked around trying to keep up with the facade but he noticed none. Just patient's family waiting and a few doctors standing. That's when he noticed the familiar name on the hospital's board.

"this hospital's owned by the parks"

He said putting on his seat belt.

"yeah I know the owner's nephew"

Do I pry?

"Jay Park?"

"that's the man"

"wait - was he the one who bombarded your phone with messages?"

"he didn't bombard it was a couple like 5-6.how do you know him? "

"I just... Know him" he shrugged

However before you could pry he changed the subject

"you don't have people to bid goodbye to?"

"no not really. I mean Jay Park was one but I contacted him earlier and somehow convinced I'm a private doctor of a really old rich woman which he totally bought for some reason. He's in LA right now so yeah I wont meet anyone for a while. Oh yeah there was my ghost friend "

" ghost? "

" yeah I don't know of I can call him a friend but we were on good terms. "

" a crush perhaps ? he teased giving a knowing look but you shrugged.

"not really I don't know. It's complicated" he pulled over to a pizzerie putting a halt to your thoughts.

"well then forget about it. Your with us now"

"yeah I am" you laughed.

AN: I think this is kinda a filler chapter. Anws hope you enjoyed. Thanks for reading 💗next update will be sooner. Thanks for waiting💜

Taglist (OPEN) :@sehunnies-hunnie96 @hibuki-chan

𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘀: All you wanted was a vacation even if it was for a few days. When you get a leave from the hospital you think lucks on your side but what happens when life has other plans for you which includes jumping in the sea and get taken away by 8 good looking guys- of a MAFIA GANG all in just a night ?

[holykillercake]

One Year

pairing: Zoro x Reader

word count: 2k

summary: No summary this time. I´ll just say this ¨Bartholomew Kuma and Sabaody¨. Read at your own risk. Seriously, ¨KUMA AND SABAODY¨, do you understand?

highlight: ¨Everyone did their best, but no one could have done better.¨

warnings: angst with happy ending; Sabaody Archipelago spoilers (?)

notes: Hey guys! This was a request from @roronoatrash​ in which ¨Zoro who has 0 sense of direction seemed to always find his way back to is s/o, and his s/o only.¨. I really hope you like it!💚 This is also the first time I write a Devil Fruit user, so I'm considering a sequel to develop the character and add more humor.

𝕷𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘, 𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖘, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊!

It was a cloudy and melancholic day in the New World. The men on board were leisurely enjoying their afternoon; some drinking, some napping, some eating. The air was humid and cold, and the tides were strangely calm. No one seemed to care. After all, that was the New World. 

¨Boss!¨ the lookout shouted from the crow's nest ¨Something is falling from the sky! It´s going to land on deck!¨

All men tilted their heads to look at the sky, watching a tiny black spot become bigger and more recognizable.

¨Is that what I think it is?¨ the captain asked himself, not believing his eyes.

¨Boss, is that a girl?¨

¨Yep, I think so.¨

They stood still watching what they suspected was a girl fall from the skies. The red-haired took a quick glimpse at his first-mate and officers, and since no one moved, he felt safe to assume that that was not a threat. Mainly because whatever was falling towards the ship looked dead already. 

The body fell through the main deck and went straight to the lower level of the ship. The captain and his officers stood around the hole on the wooden floor, observing the unconscious and injured body of a girl. 

¨I´ve seen some crazy things rain around here... but this is new.¨ he spoke.

They were ready to have someone dispose of the dead body when the girl opened her eyes, putting herself on her shaky legs. Blood dripped from her eyebrows and nose, and she had bruises all over. Her eyes wandered around as if she was looking for something.

¨Z-Zoro...¨ she spoke when her teary eyes met the captain´s ¨I-I need to find Zoro.¨ 

That was all she said before falling on her knees and collapsing. 

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Almost a year has passed since the tragedy in Sabaody Archipelago. A year passed since you were defeated in the fight against the marine force. Your gashes closed, and your bruises healed, but there was a wound that would not go away, even after one year. 

So much had happened since that day. Luffy had broken into Impel Down, fought in the Paramount War, and lost his brother, Ace. A few days later you received the hidden message he had left you, saying that you were no longer going to meet in Sabaody in three days but in two years.

It took you a while to understand the situation you and the rest of the Strawhats were in, and it took you even more to let go of your selfishness and trust them. The guilt for not being strong enough to protect yourself and your comrades ate you alive during the first weeks, but then you considered how they must be feeling too. No one could have done better. 

Everyone did their best, but no one could have done better. 

For one year, whenever a News Coo flew by to deliver a newspaper, you would run and grab it before anyone did, hoping to see another message from your friends. But the status of your captain was the only one you knew so far. You knew he was training with Rayleigh-san, and this whole two years thing should have been his idea. 

When Bartholomeu Kuma used his Devil Fruit powers on you, you ended up landing on the ship of the Red Hair Pirates. They would always tell you how you rained on their Red Force and broke the deck floor. They said you were looking for someone, and during your stay in the infirmary, you would always call for the same person. 

For months nightmares had you waking up in the middle of the night panting and crying. The same one, torturing you in an infinite and merciless loop. 

Every detail, color, and noise. Everything was so precise and clear in your head. 

When he fought still injured from the last encounter with the Shichibukai; when he stood up and faced the Warlord fearlessly. Even with the damages caused by Kizaru and the Pacifistas, he stood up. 

And maybe your eyes fooled you, maybe your exhausted body played a sick trick on you because he was there until he wasn´t.

 Right in front of your eyes.

 His cropped green hair and tanned skin, the vibrant red and white striped shirt, the scar across his chest, the haramaki, and the swords. Gone, simple as that. 

But after all the training that you had with the Red Hair Pirates, you seemed more in peace with yourself. After one year, the nightmares would bother you only every once in a while. You were not prepared for the New World before, maybe still aren´t, but you will get there. 

And they made everything easier. It was no mystery why Luffy liked them so much. Whenever you were not engaged in a fight or some other Emperor crap, those guys were incredibly light-spirited. And the moment they realized you were part of Luffy´s crew they treated your wounds and welcomed you onboard. 

Shanks agreed to have his men training you, but he made very clear that no one would babysit you, so it was ¨keep up or keep out.¨. You spent most of your time with Yassop, Benn, or Roux, for they were the best in the abilities you exercised. 

Inside the Strawhats you were a stealth agent, mostly because of your Devil Fruit, the Nagi Nagi no Mi, once possessed by a Marine Commander. Another Supernova, the Surgeon of Death Trafalgar Law had told you that before shit broke in Sabaody. 

You used that combined with your fighting skills to breach the enemy´s first line of defense before they saw you coming. Usually, Usopp would assist you with the sniper training, trade he ¨learned from a friend¨, Sogeking. 

His father was an extraordinary sniper, and he used the same kind of firearms as you, differently than Usopp´s slingshot. Benn´s combat skills were remarkable, and Roux was exceptionally fast for a man his size. You haven´t had a lot of opportunities to fight the Red Hair himself, though you had a strong will, his Haki was something you have never seen before. 

¨We´re going to a bar, kid. You´re coming?¨ Benn asked you with his cigarette on his lips. 

You pondered a little over his invitation but decided to decline it. ¨Thanks, Benn, but I´m keeping a low profile tonight.¨ He nodded and smiled, turning to follow his crewmates ¨Don´t drink too much, we have training tomorrow!¨ 

The first mate laughed shortly and spoke without looking at you ¨Roger that, kid.¨ 

You walked the opposite way, wandering between the vegetables and gimmicks tents, feeling the kind sunset kiss your skin. There was some music playing, kids running around with ice cream in their hands, laughing loudly and happily. Marketers were announcing their prices, housewives were thinking about delicious recipes to prepare for their families, and couples would sit together around the font, swearing love to each other.

Every day was like that. The citizens would wish their neighbors ¨good morning¨ from their windows; bakers would open the doors early, letting the delightful smell of fresh bread wake up those who slept in.  

How could you, in the middle of all that happiness, feel so sad and lost?

You sighed and made a route change. Maybe you needed a little bit of booze. 

The island where Shanks had decided to dock was in the Grand Line, a place where they were known and welcomed. So you knew where they were, and it would be a short walk to get there.

¨Y/N?¨ 

You turned automatically, thinking that a crew member had gotten lost and was looking for his captain - or boss, how he likes to be called.

 But when you saw the man standing in front of you, everything stopped. The music, the kids, and the love promises. 

At some point, you started to cry and hyperventilate, believing you were in another nightmare, and you would have to go through that day all over again. Your lover carried pain in his eyes as well, like his fears were the same as yours. 

Those minutes you stared at each other felt like hours while you kept every detail of him in your memory. His hair was slightly longer, and his complexion was paler, even with the sunset painting his skin. 

¨Z-Zoro...¨ you whispered shakily.

He gave a step forward ¨Y/N... it´s you...¨ 

You ran in his direction as soon as your name fell out of his mouth. Your arms embraced his neck, and your legs gave up when he held you tight against his body, whispering comforting words as you broke into tears. 

¨I...¨ nothing but sobs came out.

¨I know... me too.¨ he fondled your hair and hid his face in the curve of your neck. And there stood the both of you, not wanting to let the other go. 

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¨How did you know I was here?¨ you asked and he blushed a little.

¨I didn´t... I had to buy stuff for the castle, and I got lost.¨ a loud laugh came out of your mouth. It was so obvious, how didn´t you guess that?

¨They didn´t give you a log pose?¨

¨They did, but I took a nap and when I woke up, I was here.¨

You spent the rest of the day cuddling on the beach sand. Zoro was laying on his back, and you were resting on his chest. You had one year worth of conversation to catch up on, and neither of you rushed to do so. He told you about Mihawk, the creepy island in which the only native habitants were copycat human drills, the boat he destroyed, and even how he begged the Warlord to train him.

The sun had started to hide behind the sea, and the warm sand was cooling down. The sound of the waves crashing on the shore together with the salty breeze made you question if you had died at some point, and that was heaven.

¨You´re paler.¨ he chuckled.

¨It´s not very sunny where I´m living.¨ 

¨Hm...¨ you hummed ¨And how long did you take to figure out Luffy´s message?¨ 

¨Oh...¨ he thought for a second ¨ I knew right away.¨ you giggled and doodled on his chest with your finger. 

You felt his chest go up and down as he let out a sigh. 

¨I missed you, Y/N.¨ he hugged you tighter. 

¨I missed you too.¨ you stayed in silence for a few minutes ¨Anyway, when are you setting sail again?¨ You asked him softly, and he tensed up. ¨I know... ¨ your lips began to tremble ¨ I don´t want to go either, but what happened in Sabaody... I don´t want that to happen ever again.¨ you bit your lip as tears started to roll on your cheeks. 

He wiped the tears with his fingers and pulled you closer. None of you wanted to part ways again, but not only those were your captain´s order that was your future. If something like that happens again in the New World, a two-year separation would be the best scenario possible. 

¨It won´t. I promise.¨

When the night came, you decided to stay on the beach and talked until you fell asleep under the stars. The best sleep you´ve had in a long time. No nightmares, no agony, and no pain. Just the warmth and peace you missed so much.

On the following morning, you helped him get the provisions for Mihawk´s castle. You toured around the city holding hands and joking, kinda like the couples sitting by the font, enjoying every second you had before he left. 

If he didn´t get lost trying to go back to Kuraigana Island, it would be a quick trip. You assisted him with the bags and walked him to his boat. Your heart ached to say goodbye to him, but you had to. The circumstances were bigger than the two of you.

¨I love you, Zoro.¨ you hugged him and tried not to cry again.

¨I love you more, Y/N.¨

¨Careful with the naps, ok?¨ he chuckled and nodded ¨One year. We´ll meet again in one year.¨ 

¨Wait for me. I´ll go get you, and we´ll return to Sabaody together.¨ 

¨But how will you know where I will be?¨

¨It doesn´t matter where you´ll be. I´ll always find you.¨

[shandian-go]

Introducing: Bolt Buys

Happy Monday, everyone! Now that I've had a bit of time to adjust to the new On Hand process, I've decide to set up a similar system for limited edition merch and merch that I've personally purchased that were too difficult to host group orders for. I've named these Bolt Buys because I'm a sucker for alliteration (plus you'll probably have to be lightning fast to grab them;;;).

Bolt Buy items are available only to current joiners who meet the eligibility criteria. Since available quantities are usually pretty low, I'm also offering notification alerts to joiners who have submitted feedback (same as the On Hand notification system).

Please note that LL advanced claims will remain a member-exclusive perk and I will continue to set aside some limited edition items for LL members to claim first. If members aren't able to claim an item during LL claims, they're welcome to try again when the item is available on the Bolt Buys page.

When I launched the new On Hand order process, there were a few people that jumped into orders without reading the instructions, which made things rather difficult to manage on my end. To avoid this happening again, I'd like to ask everyone thinking of joining to familiarize yourselves with the rules and instructions on the info page before ordering.

Some examples of upcoming Bolt Buy items:

TGCF Volume 1 (Thai Edition)

TGCF x IPSTAR - Hua Cheng Birthday Merch

CQL Limited Edition Stationery Set

SHL fan-made enamel pins

2ha x Camphong - Ranwan Badges

Link to info page: https://www.shandiango.ca/more/bolt-buys

Merch Notifications instructions: https://www.shandiango.ca/merch-notifs

[sagamemes]

critrole sentences starters  — 100 quotes from 100 episodes.   critrole just posted a list, so here’s about 100 lines of dialogue compiled, edited, and occasionally split into smaller pieces for roleplay purposes. topics and tone shift... wildly. and as usual, alter anything you want to make it fit your muse better.  tw:  murder, death, self-destructive intent.

❝  welcome to [place].  ❞

❝  is that a natural thing for you guys to just attack each other in moments of stress?  ❞

❝  i’ve never travelled with a bunch of people i thought would die in front of me!  ❞

❝  yeah. the world does need an asshole.  ❞

❝  tell you what. i start sweating real hard, i’ll let you know, okay?  ❞

❝  well, my social anxiety is getting the best of me. i’m taking a walk. goodbye.  ❞

❝  i think that the bust of a tiny, curly-headed 120-year-old woman needs to slam its way into the torso of that beast.  ❞

❝  what do they look like, these buttons?  ❞

❝  i don’t normally speak with the dead on a first date, but we’ll think about it.  ❞

❝  what if we kill all of them and come back and rob this place?  ❞

❝  i’m always ready to make a damn fool of myself.  ❞

❝  it’s a collection of crazy tales about this weird fella.  ❞

❝  i did my best. every town i went to and every town i left, no matter how they treated me, and a lot of them treated me with deep disrespect…  ❞

❝  i left every town better than i found it.  ❞

❝  i mean, i don’t want to impose… but i’m bleeding profusely.  ❞

❝  what happens if you have a childhood, but it’s like barely a childhood ‘cause it was supposed to be someone else’s childhood, but it was you instead?  is that a childhood?  ❞

❝  two shit throws in a row. it can’t get any fucking worse.  ❞

❝  i am your god. long may i reign. eat my fruit.  ❞

❝  code:  modern literature!  ❞

❝  welcome to the [group]!  ❞

❝  you’re very liberal with your parenting.  ❞

❝  one thing that i have realized today is that i need to work on my interpersonal skills and friendship making.  ❞

❝  try not to cut up my face, okay?  ❞

❝  i want to say thank you for the package you sent me. i know that it was really–  ❞

❝  you are blue.  ❞

❝  an example, it is.  ❞

❝  i’m trying to be nice. this is as painful for me as it is for you. just give me five seconds.  ❞

❝  i could check my smell bag, but i trust you right now.  ❞

❝  case closed.  ❞

❝  i think what his holiness is trying to convey is that he will be going on a spiritual journey, and there’s only room on that train for one dude!  ❞

❝  look to purchase, [name]!  just look!  ❞

❝  hello [title/nickname]. this is [name]. please respond.  ❞

❝  that sounds like someone whose ass i would like to kick.  ❞

❝  sometimes the things that are the most beautiful are the things that can hurt you the most.  ❞

❝  it’s actually /[title]/ [last name].  ❞

❝  this one time i saw a bug carrying a piece of bread that was like five times its size and he was carrying upstairs, like up and then he would turn, and then up, and then he would turn.  ❞

❝  fluffernutter!  ❞

❝  sleep well with your bad decisions.  ❞

❝  sometimes boys like it if you are a little bit aloof, a little bit cold to them afterwards, like maybe they did something wrong, and they don’t even know what it was.  ❞

❝  well, i would race to the...  ‘ apricot ’  and seize it so that she can’t pick that fruit. keep it for ourselves in our fruit basket, and make off and decide if we’re going to make marmalade later or not.  ❞

❝  i… wait.  ❞

❝  alright, let’s treat this situation with all the seriousness it demands  ❞

❝  i’m really really nice, but i don’t always make the best decisions…  ❞

❝  what, you don’t want a unicorn pooping on his face?  ❞

❝  yes. it’s a chair. it’s a standard chair.  ❞

❝  are you in love with me?  ...are you secretly in love with me?  ❞

❝  i win!  ❞

❝  why is just my dick purple?  ❞

❝  now, [name] is number two. you are number one. you are in charge. you just… dress to impress, okay?  ❞

❝  what happens when a moorbounder enters a feline beauty contest?  it’s a cat-tastrophe!  ❞

❝  you’re not my type.  ❞

❝  i am of the empire. but i am no friend to the empire.  ❞

❝  it’s still you though, right?  ❞

❝  you don’t get to talk anymore.  ❞

❝  it’s a regular fucking turtle.  ❞

❝  don’t let the irons be your strength.  ❞

❝  you pick and choose your fights.  ❞

❝  best not give in to a man i can crush with one hand.  ❞

❝  there’s a dick hidden somewhere in there.  ❞

❝  back up a little bit. so we met at like a circus. it was a crazy night. but after a while, yada yada–  ❞

❝  man, you made vulnerability look so easy.  ❞

❝  well, i’ve always learned that the best way to deal with your problems is to run away from them.  ❞

❝  and i know that you lost your family, but we can be your new one and we love you very much, [name], no matter what happened. okay?  ❞

❝  i guess in a way i’m an orphan maker.  ❞

❝  i’m sorry. i was trying to do the thing.  ❞

❝  i killed my family, i’’ll throw you under a bridge.  ❞

❝  i heard you.  ❞

❝  i don’t mean to raise my voice.  ❞

❝  this is precisely the sort of attitude i’ve been saying everyone should be having. this is what i’ve been waiting for. this is great.  ❞

❝  you need me more than i need you.  ❞

❝  you pooping?  ❞

❝  the rule is that evil dies.  ❞

❝  eventually, someday someone will pray for a miracle, pray for something to save them to whatever gods are nearby, and that prayer will be answered because you’ll show up.  ❞

❝  fucking seaweed wraps are the shit!  ❞

❝  oh shit, are we a cult?  ❞

❝  hey everybody, don’t mean to intrude. obviously, there’s a lot going on here, but we’re going to be sort of walking around for probably the next couple days and there’s some other people wandering through that are… they’re bad business. they’re probably going to do a lot of damage, possibly a fire, who knows?  but we’re trying to take care of that.  ❞

❝  we’d really appreciate a helping hand and we’ll try our best to stay out of everybody’s way.  ❞

❝  if there’s any birds—hey up there.  ❞

❝  if you’ve seen anything, we’d love to just get in and out with as little hassle as possible. thanks, that’d be great.  ❞

❝  you know, the concept of gravity was first discovered by a wizard known as iz-aak newton.  ❞

❝  but i would rather you put your faith in me for something more important than my curiosity.  ❞

❝  it’s better to have somebody’s word broken than to have no word at all.  ❞

❝  i pick and choose my apologies.  ❞

❝  we will trust you if you tell us who the members of the [name] are.  ❞

❝  i could be her beacon.  ❞

❝  yes, i think we have a job to finish.  ❞

❝  can i get a hug?  ❞

❝  it’s entirely off-putting how disarmingly charming you are.  ❞

❝  i genuinely do not know how to react. take that as a compliment.  ❞

❝  finish it, champion.  ❞

❝  kill me.  ❞

❝  i smell like a crayon.  ❞

❝  many fairy tales with an old crone in the woods.  ❞

❝  have you ever had a blueberry cupcake?  ❞

❝  stop—shut up, [name]!  god-fucking-alright.  ❞

❝  ignore the fucking undead, okay!  ❞

❝  nothing happens for a reason. it’s absolute fucking chaos.  ❞

❝  i’m asking you to open your heart to chaos  ❞

❝  you were not born with venom in your veins.  ❞

❝  please. please help me  ❞

❝  we’re being followed by a tiny island.  ❞

[theonlygamergost]

A familiar team - a Mcc 10 fanfic

I just really like the Lime Llamas team, I was supposed to write a very angsty moment of Techno feeling abandoned by the Sbi but I needed up writing a fanfic for all of the team! Kinda proud since I wrote this right after waking up while still being half asleep XD

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(Thank you @im-default for correcting this fic for me uwu)

Enjoy~

Techno approached the small building in the middle of the Minecraft Championship plaza, dragging his suitcase along, his sword, shield, and bow were strapped on his back.

Scouting the monitor for his name, he swiftly dropped the Aqua Axolotls dorms key in the tiny holder with the name of the team, after doing so, his attention was back on the monitor:

Tapl... The_Eret... Technoblade!

He clicked his name to find the name of his new dorm/team:

Lime llamas huh, Dream was always on Lime Llamas, he sighed, there is no way they’re letting me and Dream team again.

He looked at the small key holders to find that his new team’s keys were all still there, meaning no one else was at the dorm yet: he was the first one in.

As always I may add, Techno usually changed dorms a day or two after the previous event ended, in fact, many keys were still missing, people took it way slower than he did and usually changed dorm just as their team was announced.

Grabbing one of the Lime keys, he headed for the dormitory.

When he, Wilbur, and Phil started teaming together, he had studied the disposition of the buildings in the server, he knew exactly where everything was, all of the dorms included.

He passed in front of the Green Guardians and the Yellow Yaks dormitories to arrive at his, unlocking the door a wave of lavender detergent welcomed him into his new temporary home.

Choosing the room on the far right, he placed everything down and started to unpack his suitcase.

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One text from Nihachu:

Hey Techno, I'm at the lobby, can

you please come pick me up?

Nikki and Techno had been texting each other recently since she had decided to join MCC, Techno offered himself to go get her at the lobby and escort her to her dormitory since he knew the place like the back of his hand.

They met up and he immediately took her to the team announcing building to get her keys: she was probably tired from packing all of her things and getting here, it was better that she knew where her room was.

”So… What's your team?” Techno was leaned against a pillar, waiting further behind her not wanting to see her team before her.

”Lime Llamas..?” She read out loud slowly, Techno’s eyes widened before laughing in joy ”You're on my team, Nikki!”

It took her a moment to process the information, but when she did she covered her mouth, cheering as well. ”Oh my God really?! That's amazing!” The two of them high-five and started walking to their team’s dorm.

Unlocking the door, they found Eret on the couch with a laptop on his lap, as soon as he noticed them entering, he bounced in his seat and quickly got up to hug Nikki, all of them beaming with joy.

After Nikki chose the other room on the right, Techno and Eret sat down to talk.

”It’s been a while, my dude! I was wondering for how long Scott could avoid teaming us together” Eret took the laptop back into his lap without paying too much attention to the device, ”Yeah, it was bound to happen at some point” silence fell, the last time they sat down and talked was ages ago, an initial awkward moment was normal.

”So…” Eret broke the silence, Techno was very glad he did, ”It's been a while since SmpEarth huh” the two of them started talking about many things, from when they used to talk on SmpEarth to when Eret teamed with Vikkstar and Pete, they also shared strategies on various minigames until the conversation became a genuine, how have you been dude?

After Nikki emerged from her room, she asked if anyone wanted an infusion or tea, both of them thanked her and asked for an infusion.

As the boiler started making noises, the door opened behind them, revealing the last member of their already perfect team.

”No fucking way” a Jordie accent swore as he saw the three people in the room, turning to the door, Techno couldn't believe his eyes.

He bolted as fast as he could to the blonde man who had entered the door, hugging him tightly.

”Wooh, Jesus Christ Techno, you're going to break me” he let go of the deadly grip as tears started building in his eyes.

”Hello Technomate~” Phil peaked at him from underneath his green and white hat, ”I’m happy to see you too”.

Techno was at a loss of words, what were the odds? His new team were people he knew and cared about, this was just amazing!

Phil closed the front door and went on to greet Eret and Nikki, who were also very happy that Phil was the last teammate.

“This is probably the best team I’ve ever gotten after the Sleepy boy’s team” Techno whispered to himself loud enough for everyone to hear,” I don’t even care if we win, I’m just so happy”

Phil, Eret, and Nikki all smiled at him gesturing to stop standing at the exit and instead, sit on the couch with them.

Was this a dream? He didn’t know, but if it was, he hoped no one would wake him up.

[flowercrown-bucky]

One Day

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairings: Sam Winchester x Hunter!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, as per, and this one gets super angsty, baby.

Summary: I'm not even sure how to explain this one. Just get to readin', it'll explain its fuckin' self.

Authors' Note: I'm really sorry to everyone who follows me for Loki content, that shit has subsided recently. Soz, huns, I promise I am working on a tonne of Loki stuff at the moment.

If you're after new content before everyone else, my lil' proofing squad would welcome new members.

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"I’M friggin' bushed." Dean sighs, slamming the door of the Impala with a heavy thunk.

You grumble in agreement, slinging your battered duffel bag over your shoulder. It'd been a long few days, and right now, all you want to do is wash the blood and grime off you, watch reality TV and sleep for a very long time.

"First shower's mine." Sam says, waving a hand.

"Not a friggin' chance, Sammy." You tell him. "I'm the one covered in blood, shit, and claret, no thanks to you."

He laughs as Dean unlocks the door to the motel room, gently pushing it open. It looked better in the daylight, you think to yourself as you drop your bag on the bed you'd chosen. Small, but you'd stayed in smaller. Shabby, but you'd stayed in shabbier. Cheap, but you'd stayed in cheaper.

Dean screaming snapped you out of your train of thought.

You spun, following Dean's gaze, eventually landing on the shadow in the corner. The figure dimly silhouetted by the harsh neon light labelling the Halfway Motel, informing passers by of its vacant rooms. The figure of a person. Of a man.

You reach for your gun as Sam reaches for the light.

"Hello, boys." His voice was deep, gruff. Oddly familiar.

"Dad?" They chorus. The half smile tugging at the corner of his lips is met by confusion, an uncomfortable silence settling over the rooms.

"Johnny Winchester." You almost laugh with relief, walking across the room to embrace your old friend.

"My little Y/N." He chuckles, holding out his arms. "My boy still looking after you?"

"You know me." You reply. "Always fine in the end."

He gently tugs a lock of your hair, pulling it straight before allowing the curl to spring back into place. You perch back on the end of your bed, anxiously glancing between the brothers.

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You'd met Dean and John on a hunt nearly two years ago. Mistaking them for vampires who'd strayed out the nest you were staking out, you'd accidentally hit John with a dart. The commotion had alerted the nest and the three of you had ended up tied together with no real idea of how you were going to get out. But hey, what's a little kidnapping between friends?

After John's disappearance, you'd continued searching for him whilst Dean found Sam, eventually being collected by the brothers whilst you were in the same state. To begin with, you were slightly jealous of the younger Winchester, feeling a little as if you'd been elbowed out the way. With his brother back, you wondered if Dean would have a place for you.

Eventually, your feelings towards Sam grew a little deeper. It'd taken you some time to take notice of the twinge of jealousy when girls in bars flirted with him, to notice that somehow, your gaze always snapped back to him. Plus, you knew his heart would always belong with Jess.

Sure, you'd tease him on occasion. Sure, your banter would turn flirty more often than not. Sure, sometimes you'd find yourselves in a tight space, in close proximity, and you knew he was thinking about kissing you. Maybe, just maybe, he would take the leap one day.

But you'd never be her.

And maybe you could learn to live with that.

One day.

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"What are you doing here, Dad?" Dean broke the silence.

"I've come to see my boys, of course." He replied. "You, Dean, and my little Sammy. Well, not so little anymore."

"Last time you saw me you told me never to come back." Sam didn't look up from his hands. "How did you even know we were here?"

"I might not've been here, but I still care.' John snapped. "I've been keeping tabs on all three of you."

"Why don't we all grab a beer and have a catch up?" You suggested, eager to put out any conflict. "There's a bar in reception, we passed it earlier."

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The bar might be somewhat nicer, you thought, with more than ten people in it. At eight PM, you had imagined there to be a few more people looking for a drink, but apparently not. It was much like the motel room. Small, but you'd drunk in smaller. Shabby, but you'd drunk in shabbier. Cheap, but you'd drunk in cheaper.

It would also be nicer, if they would actually talk to each other. You had found yourself babbling, trying to fill the heavy silence. There was a lot between the three of them, and all three too stubborn to address it. Dean was a more satisfactory conversationalist than his younger brother, though you suspected the tension between his father and Sam was keeping him quiet.

Your eyes met, and whilst Dean remained unspeaking, his hand slid across the worn leather seat to find yours.

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"Should we grab another round, Dean?" Y/N broke the silence, gently persuading Dean to his feet. Almost as soon as she'd said it, Sam wished she hadn't. Alone with his dad? Not really where he wanted to be. He stared down at his beer, twisting it in his fingers. Four and a half percent, he learned. Not for consumption by pregnant women.

"How are you, Sammy?" John asked. "How are you really?"

For the first time all evening - possibly ever - Sam looked his father in the eye.

"I'm fine, Dad." He replied. "Really."

"You feel like you've betrayed her, don't you?" His dad continued. "Jess."

"What do you mean?" He asked, bewildered.

"Y/N." The older man spoke softly, gently. "You're in love with her."

Not for the first time, Sam's face gave him away.

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The first time he'd met her was only two weeks after Jess had died, and he'd immediately known that he was going to fall in love with her. Dean had sent him to grab her whilst he tried to talk his way out of a parking ticket, telling him that she'd left a spare key at reception and to let himself into her motel room. What he was not expecting was that when he did this, she would be in the shower, and that a towel-adorned Y/N would tackle him off the bed he'd perched on and onto the floor.

What he was not expecting, was that with a knife to his throat, long and startlingly red hair dripping cold water on his face and staring into quite possibly the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen, the only thing he could think about was how much he wanted to roll you over and kiss you (Among other things).

As he pondered this, he was vaguely aware he was blushing.

Eventually, his brother had come to see what was taking so long and had persuaded this angry woman to remove the knife from your throat. Dean would spend the next few weeks reminding Sam quite how hilarious he thought Sam's face had been. Sam would spend the next few weeks balancing guilt over his confusing feelings for you were and a burning desire to be that close to you just one more time.

Over time, he would realise just how deep those feelings ran. Realise that the feeling of panic rising in his chest if you vanished on a hunt was more than friendly concern. Realise that the reason he always selected the bed closest to the door wasn't just because he liked the breeze, it was so he could protect you if anything happened. Every smile flashed his way, every joke you shared, every laugh made his heart beat faster.

It was only when the three of you found yourselves wandering the sewers in search of a skinwalker, and an unusually tight passage had led you and Sam a little squished that Sam realised quite how badly under he was. You'd ended up pressed together in the dingy passway, almost nose to nose, and Sam wasn't sure which one of you was breathing more heavily. You'd breathed out a joke about close encounters, and he'd raised his hand to cup the back of your neck. If he tilted his head just a little, you'd be-

Dean shimmying through had killed the moment.

It couldn't work, he knew. Two hunters would never end well. Plus, he wasn't even sure you liked him that much. Flirting, joking, was one thing, but he could never tell how you really felt.

Plus, there was the constant feeling like he'd betrayed Jess. He was supposed to be avenging her death, what was he doing, thinking about other girls?

Maybe, in another life.

Maybe, one day.

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"It's ok, you know." His father reassured. "When you meet that one person, there's nothing you can do about it."

"She's not, though. Jess was." Sam said. "Besides, she doesn't feel the same."

"Are you sure?" John asked, and Sam genuinely had no idea which part of his statement his father was questioning.

"She, uh, she kissed me once." He mumbled. "But only to maintain a cover. She told a police officer she was my girlfriend to get information."

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For Sam, nothing had ever felt better than the cold, fresh air on his face. Being kidnapped and held in a cage by redneck hillbillies straight out of The Hills Have Eyes was not something he was in a rush to experience again.

The country was an unusual place, he thought to himself. Rolling fields and gaggles of sheep didn't exactly scream danger, but all sorts of horrors lurked in the shadows. Some of them even human, although not even half the monsters he'd seen had six fingers on one hand and five on the other, and most of them had better breath than the ones who'd taken him captive.

"Your cousin is looking for you." The police officer he'd been held with told him. "Oh, and your girlfriend."

Cousin? He thought to himself. Girlfriend?

"Sammy!" A female voice snapped him out of his train of thought.

It was Y/N, springing towards him. He caught her as she leapt, slightly shocked.

He was even more shocked when she threw her arms around him and kissed him.

Her mouth was urgent on his own, and it took him a second to snap out of his shock and reciprocate. His lips moved against hers, something unfamiliar burning in the pit of his stomach. Moving his hands to the back of her thighs, he moved her up gently, wrapping her legs around his hips.

He was vaguely aware of his brother coughing.

He pulled away, wondering what all this was in aid of.

"Play along." She hissed in his ear, and finally, the penny dropped.

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"I know Y/N." John said. "I see the way she looks at you. She might like you more than you think."

Voices neared the table, and both men looked up to see Dean and Y/N approaching, carrying three beers and Dean's whiskey.

She slid into the booth next to Sam, and instinctively, he draped his arm across her shoulders.

Maybe it was his Dad's words, maybe it was the beer, but something made Sam press a kiss to her head.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could've sworn he saw John wink at him.

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"Hey, Y/N, you good?" You turned to see John sliding towards you.

"Yeah, I'm great." You replied, taking a swig of your beer.

"You know you can't lie to me, my little Y/N." He smiled, and you couldn't help but smile back. "How are you really, sweetheart?"

"I'm mostly alright." He was right. "It's just, well, I hate lying to them. It gets to me, you know? Keeps me awake at night."

"I know." John's smile turned to a grimace. "But it's for their own good, and yours. They can't know what you really are. They're not ready yet."

"I know, I know." You sighed. "They're not ready yet. But they will be. One day. But John, why are you really here?"

"You see straight through me, don't you?" He chuckled lowly. "Actually, I came for you. I came to give you this."

He handed you a small, tightly wrapped package.

"Is this?" You looked up at him, your sentence hanging in the air, unfinished, words unspoken.

"Yes." He replied. "Just, hide it well and keep it safe."

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You shut the door of the bar, leaving Dean and his dad. It was late, and you were shattered, and more than a little tipsy. Plus, you figured they might want a little time to chat privately. Sam had long since headed to bed, and you almost wished he hadn't. He'd been flirtier than usual that evening, but you weren't exactly complaining. Far from his usual gentle touches on your neck or chaste forehead kisses, suggestive comments or sneaky winks, this evening he'd mixed it up, making way for whispers in your ear, running his fingertips up the inside of your thigh and a burning kiss on the side of your neck as he left.

Just thinking about it sent shivers down your spine as you opened the door to the motel room. He was led on his bed, the top two buttons on his shirt undone, staring at the TV. You smiled at him as you came in, lying on your own bed and cracking open a soda.

"Where's Dad and Dean?" He asked, turning to look at you.

"Still in the bar." You answered.

The two of you sat in silence for a while, transfixed on the TV.

"You remember, you kissed me once?" He asked, coming to sit on the end of your bed. "You know, after the benders grabbed me?"

"Yeah, why?" You replied, confused. You'd been so relieved to see him alive that you leapt on him and kissed him, rather passionately too. It was by sheer coincidence that you'd told the cop you were his girlfriend previously and could pretend you were keeping up your cover.

"And you remember, the first time we met?" He asked, climbing towards you. "When you held me at knifepoint?"

"Yeah, of course I do." You we're beyond confused. "Sam, where are you going with this?"

"You tackled me, and we fell to the floor." He continued. By this point, he was completely on top of you, pinning you between his strong arms. "And all I could think about..."

His voice had since turned husky, almost a whisper. You could barely breathe, colour rising to your cheeks. What was he doing? Was he just playing with you? His hot breath on your neck was making it very difficult to think straight.

"...Was how much I wanted you underneath me, just like this." He ducked his head, so you were almost forehead to forehead. "And how much I wanted to kiss you."

You moved to position yourself on your elbow, one hand on the back of his neck, your long fingers twisting into the curls at the nape of his neck.

"What about now?" You breathed. "Do you want to kiss me now?"

Hazel eyes flickered up to look straight into yours.

"More than anything." He murmured, tilting his head and leaning down, his eyes closing, your lips gently touching. You sighed, leaning in to kiss him-

"Woah!" The door sprung open, leaving a spluttering Dean and John staggering into the motel room. Pink staining both your faces, you jerked apart.

"You two want to get another room?" Dean chuckled. "About time Sammy got laid!"

"No, no, um." You stuttered. "Sam was, um, looking at a freckle. On my forehead."

Dean and John exploded into peals of laughter.

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The morning was crisp and clear, the sun mottled on the ground as it escaped through the trees and shrubbery. The Impala sat proudly amidst newer sedans and estate cars, the frost glistening, two duffel bags sat on the frozen tarmac next to the front wheel.

You'd woken early, pondering the events of the previous night. Had he meant it, or was he just drunk? Did he truly feel the same?

Your face flushes as you remember the heated moment, in spite of the cold morning.

What if he felt as you did? What if Dean hadn't come in? What if, what if, what if?

Footsteps behind you told you that you were no longer alone.

"Hey." Sam called. "Morning."

"Hey," You replied. "Dean still showering?"

He stepped towards you, making your heart flutter. Just the thought of his hot breath on your skin, the quick brush of your lips on his-

"We need to talk." He said, walking towards you still. "About last night."

"It's fine." You replied, refusing to meet his eyes. "You were drunk, you didn't mean it. It's fine, I totally get it."

"Look at me, Y/N." Your back hit the passenger side door of Dean's car, one of Sam's hands resting on the roof, trapping you with his body. "You think I didn't mean it?"

Calloused fingers gripped your chin, tugging your head up to look at him.

"You seriously think you don't drive me crazy?" His voice was low, almost a growl. "Do you think it doesn't drive me insane every time you touch me? Do you really not think it made me mad yesterday, having you right where I've wanted you for months, and then to be interrupted before I could even kiss you?"

Not even a single word of response would form in your mind.

"Do you think," He continued. "Do you think that I don't want you?"

You were so close, if either of you moved even a millimetre you'd be kissing.

"Because I do." His voice dropped to a whisper. "I want you more than anything."

As he finished his sentence, he leant into you, your lips finally meeting, his right hand dropping to grab your hip, fingers pressing into the back of your thigh. His kiss was hungry, wanting, and you couldn't get enough of it. Your bodies melded together, your fingers winding into his hair, and you were vaguely aware of him lifting your left leg so the top of your thigh rested atop the car bonnet. You pushed up into him, needing him like oxygen.

You weren't sure how long you'd been kissing for when you heard Dean clear his throat behind you.

You didn't stop, even when he cleared his throat again.

"You done yet?" He called from behind Sam.

Sam pulled away, annoyance clear in his face.

"Not even remotely." He called in response, before bringing his lips back to meet yours.

Dean cussed, walking back in the direction of the motel room.

"You better be getting your own friggin' room tonight." He muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

"We'll be needing it." Sam murmured.

[luxlit]

Welcome a new member & more

Hello everyone. Well, Lux Lit now has a new crew member: Kendra @kkomppa​, who “is & is not.” She Messaged me asking if she could join us and I was like

I said “yes,” but then, just to make certain, since Lux Lit is a casual group but still, it is always best to discuss stuff among us, I asked our existing members, Georg @der-gorgonaut​ and Chris @placethatechoes​ and they were just as happy. They both said pretty much the same thing: Lux Lit is a community and folks are welcome to join.

Again, I was like

So, once again I will express my gratitude to all the Tumblr original photography community, to the photographers, followers, fans, likers, rebloggers. Also, lotsa gratitude for the Tumblr photography reblog sites and the folks who run them. 

Finally, much gratitude to our Lux Lit crew. Our 2 "older” members still inspire me with their own photo posts and with their gorgeous choices for reblogging other’ work to LL. Because they constantly help me see in new ways, their vision makes me better at my own photography and at choosing what to post on LL. And then, of course, much gratitude to our newest member, who is willing to share her time and talent to inspire our small LL community and our larger Tumblr original photographer community.

So, yeah, I am still like

[harrystyleswatermelon-sugar]

Café

I am late for my shift at the café I work at every Sunday morning. Somehow my alarm didn’t go off as planned and as I jump under the shower, I can feel how time goes by way too fast. I skip breakfast after I did a really quick make-up and blow-dried my hair. Due to no time, I just simply tug everything in a ponytail and jump into my work clothes. Black skinny jeans, Sneaker and a work blouse. As I am ready to leave, I grab my apron and an umbrella, due to the London weather.

Just in time, I arrive at the café and I am very thankful that the tube was on time today. Sometimes I have to wait so long, until it finally arrives and often it is so crowded that I barely fit in. Today I am lucky and as I enter my working place, my colleague grins at me.

“Hey, Y/N. Just in time” he says and I roll my eyes at him. I still have 2 minutes left!

“Hey, Matt. I´ll be right back, just taking my stuff to the back” I say and move in the back. I put my bag down, take my apron and check into the system. Matt is my co-worker, we usually work together. He is permanently employed and I only work Sunday mornings, because I have a normal day job. I am a foreign language correspondent and work for a big company during the week. Because I usually sit in the office, I wanted to find a balance, when I saw that this café was looking for a waitress.

“Here I am, how was your week?” I ask him and kiss his cheek. He smiles at me and nods.

“Pretty good so far and yours? Here take this purse, the other one broke the other day” he suggests as I go through the stuff in the cabinet, looking for the purse. I take it from his hand and fill it with money out of the cash register.

“Nothing special so far, let´s see what happens here today” I laugh and he nods. We always have a great time together and I honestly love this job. We have been working together now for almost three years and over time he became one of my best friends. I look around and only see a few customers sitting on the tables. It is early for a Sunday, so I guess they are all still sleeping. A young man enters the café and I smile at him.

“Hello, welcome,” I say friendly and he returns the smile.

“Good morning, having a good day so far?” he asks and I laugh a little.

“Very good, as it should be. How can I help you?” as I prepare his order, I feel him looking at me. I mean, yes he is cute but I don’t really know what to do. I hate myself sometimes for not being able to flirt properly.

“Here you go, that is £2, please,” I say and hand him his coffee. He gives me £5, winks at me and says his goodbye.

“Have a nice day, see you soon. I´m definitely coming back” he leaves and Matt sighs.

“And there goes another chance for a happy ending. Seriously, Y/N there are so many men hitting on you and no one is good enough for you? He was hot!” my friend says and I clean the barista equipment.

“He was cute, but you know what happened the last time I tried to flirt. He didn’t get it and it was so awkward,” I explain myself and Matt leans next to me on the counter.

“Yes, but that was one guy. What if your mister right walks in right-“ he stops and I wait for him to finish. I am facing the sink and as Matt is not finishing his sentence I turn around. He stares at the door, open mouth and a shocked expression on his face.

I follow his gaze with mine and see a tall man standing in the doorframe. He wears sunglasses, which is a bit odd, because it is a rainy day and looks around the café. He wears a long black coat and a hat. Some dark curls are peaking out of it and it looks as if he has a bit longer hair than usual. He is attractive and I see, why Matt is staring at him.

“Hey, Matt. You okay?” I ask him and wave my hand in front of his face. He shakes his head and looks at me.

“Pinch me. Y/N pinch me! I think Harry Styles just came in,” he says and I poke his side gently.

“Who?” I reply and smile at him, as his eyes widen in shock.

“Who? You´re asking who Harry Styles is? Seriously? Don’t you watch the news or read tabloids?” I shake my head. I really don’t.

“He is a member of the biggest boy band in the world and he is so hot and funny. Oh my god, how do I look?” he asks and tries to bring his hair in order. I laugh and pat his back.

“You look great, fangirl. Go get him, tiger. Wait, is he gay?” I ask and he shrugs his shoulders.

“No one really knows, he never confirmed or denied anything. But he will be gay, when he sees me,” he assures me and winks. I laugh and nod as he walks off. I take the time to actually google this guy and Matt is right, he is hot. He honestly looks a bit like prince Eric from the Disney movie Ariel. I see Matt coming back and take my tray, to ask the other three guests if they want anything else. I see some dirty dishes on the table next to this Harry and take them with me. I order the salt and pepper shaker, our menu and shoot a glance at the man. He took his hat off and his sunglasses are in his hair, as he fuddles on his phone. I clean the table and knock the tray off the table whilst staring. Shit.

I kneel down and grab the shattered glass, as Matt comes to my rescue with a broom.

“Darling, what are you doing. Take your hands away, don’t cut yourself please” he says and I raise my hands, not touching any more glass. He sweeps everything together, putting it in the bin and then looking at me.

“You clumsy girl. Never boring when you´re here” he laughs and I roll my eyes, grabbing the tray and getting up.

The young man is looking at me with piercing green eyes and smiles. I smile back and follow Matt back to the counter. We check my hands and find only a very tiny cut at my thumb. He insists on putting a band-aid on it and I let him do it. He wouldn’t shut up anyways.

The next three hours are unspectacular, we get a few more customers but it is not as packed as on other Sundays. I have time to clean the fridge and the counter properly, while Matt is serving the customers. Every time he goes to Harry's table, he is nervous and ever time afterwards he won´t shut up about his sparkling green eyes and his smile and dimples, which I haven’t even noticed when he smiled at me earlier.

“Matt, I am starting to think that I have a crush on him because you don’t stop talking about him,” I laugh and dry my hands.

“I can´t believe he is here, just look at him. He is art. I need to wee, don’t let him go” he demands and I chuckle, as he throws his apron on the counter. I fill some coffee beans in the machine and look around myself. The customers are all well taken care of but I see Harry looking at me. He raises his hand and I nod, grabbing my purse.

“Hello there,” I say as I approach him. He smirks and leans back in his chair, totally checking me out.

“I would like another coffee, if that’s alright?” he asks very politely and I am surprised. I thought he would be a bit arrogant but despite being very handsome and famous AND rich, he seems pretty normal and grounded.

“Sure, anything else? We have an amazing apple tart with glazed pecan nuts,” I suggest and he smiles. Now I can see those dimples.

“Great, I´ll take that. Thank you very much. I like this place, is it always this empty?” he asks and I scribble his order down.

“Oh usually it is a bit more crowded, today seems to be a lazy Sunday. Wouldn’t have left the house either, if I didn’t have to be here” I say and look at him. His dark brown curls frame his face and I meet his eyes.

“Well, I´m glad you are. Working every Sunday?” I nod and grin at him.

“Yes, usually it´s Matt and I,” I respond and shove my memo back in my pocket. I take a step closer to his table and lean forward, to grab his empty mug. His cologne is phenomenal, he smells so good. I can´t define the nuances but it is definitely something dry. I like it and it is surely expensive like his whole existence.

“Be right back” he nods at me and I bring his dishes behind the counter. Matt stares at me and I turn a light shade of red.

“He is glamorous, isn’t he?” he asks quietly and I giggle as I prepare the coffee.

“He is friendly and very attractive, you are right” I agree with his earlier statement.

“What did he ask?”

“Oh for gods sake, Matt. He is human like everyone else. Would you please stop fangirling? I have to serve a customer, who is not an alien!” I am really annoyed by his behaviour and maybe my voice is a bit too loud. I see Harry turning around and Matt frowns, leaving me alone. I sigh and grab the plate and coffee, putting it on the tray and walk towards Harry.

“Here we go, enjoy,”

“Thank you, is everything alright? You seem a bit upset” he asks and I raise an eyebrow at him, looking over my shoulder to see Matt walking towards another customer.

“He is absolutely in love with you and is just an annoying prick about it. I was a bit harsh on him, but he can be so annoying. You have no idea” I sigh and he grins.

“I get it, you don’t really care who I am and he is the opposite” I shake my head and put my hand on my hip.

“It´s not that I don’t care, I didn’t know you before he explained it to me, so…well yeah you´re just another customer. Which is nothing bad! I love my customers, but I don’t freak out because you are a musician” I explain myself and struggle a bit. I hope I didn’t offend him.

“That’s absolutely fine and I am happy to be seen as someone normal. I will offer him to take a picture with me before I leave…but you have to tell him, I´m not interested in men, very sorry” he winks at me and I laugh uncomfortable.

“I will send him here with your check. Have a good day” I wish to him and leave him alone. I meet Matt behind the counter and he ignores me.

“Look, I am sorry but your fangirling is really annoying. Here, he wants to have the check. It might be your last chance to talk to him, so I waive” he rolls his eyes at me and grabs the little piece of paper, to leave.

“We good?” I ask and he nods.

“Yeah, `m sorry too” we smile at one another and I watch him talk to Harry all flustered. I look at my watch and sigh happily. Only 30 minutes left of my shift.

Matt beams, as he comes back and I wonder what he had told him. Surely not, that he is not gay.

“He said he likes you. You took really good care of him, that’s why we shall share his huge tip” he shows me the tip and my eyes shoot to Harry. He smiles and I look down again. £60. He leaves us the biggest tip I have ever seen.

I mouth a thank you in his direction and he smirks. Right as our shift ends and our co-workers arrive, Harry gets up to leave.

“Have a nice one, see you next week” I say and get ready to leave.

“Y/N, wait a sec,” Matt asks me and I wait for him, as Harry approaches him.

“This young lady here told me, you are a fan of mine. Would you like a picture? I thought I´d ask because the service was great” Harry says and I smile, as he looks at me. Matt nearly faints as he nods and takes out his phone. His hands are shaking and he takes two selfies with Harry. Our co-workers are a bit older and don’t even know who Harry is. I can relate to that.

“Thank you so much, it was a pleasure meeting you. Never thought you are as nice as everybody says. Thank you so much” Matt rambles and I chuckle quietly.

“The pleasure was all mine. I will definitely come back soon” Harry assures and we three walk our way to the door. He pulls it open and lets me step outside in the rain. Luckily I have my umbrella in hand.

“See you soon,” Harry says and puts his head and glasses on, then waves and leaves. Matt is beaming, Harry made his day.

“Do you think he will come back?” he asks and I shrug my shoulders.

“How am I supposed to know?” we laugh and walk in the other direction as Harry.

 A week later I am working again with Matt, as we see a familiar man with nearly shoulder-length hair and sunglasses approaching.

“Oh my god, he is back,” Matt whispers as Harry opens the door. He beams at us and I return the smile.

“Hello there, mind if I sit right here?” he asks and points to the counter.

“Good morning, of course not. Take a seat. Coffee?” I ask him and he nods. I make him his coffee and put it in front of him.

“There you go” I smile at him as he grabs the cup and our fingers touch.

“Y/N, 3 Cappuccino, I get the cake,” Matt says and grin to Harry. I prepare everything, heat the milk and foam it. I put the mugs on Matts tray and bump his hip, because he is staring at Harry.

“Thank you, Darling,” he says and leaves Harry and me alone.

“So your name is Y/N? I like it. How was your week?” he asks and I look at him. Is he just trying to make conversation or is he really interested?

“It was okay, had a lot to do at work but it´s okay. How was your week?” I return the question and put some mugs onto the shelf.

“It was great, I have some free time at the moment and I enjoy it very much…I was really looking forward coming here today,” he says and I am surprised. He was? I thought someone like him would have something better to do.

“Well Matt is happy about it, I guess” we both chuckle and he looks down on his phone, sipping some coffee. I work my normal routine, chatting to Harry when I have time and joking with Matt, who is very happy to have Harry here. He is all giggly and cute, he really has a crush on him. I should tell him now before it is too late. I grab Matts arm and pull him with me into the kitchen.

“Listen, I love you but please don’t get your hopes up. He told me he is not gay, I´m so sorry” I say and he smiles.

“I figured that. I don’t think he is here because of me…he is here because of you, Y/N” he replies and I roll my eyes at him.

“Yeah sure. Let´s go” I shrug it off and we get back to work.

When it is time for our colleagues to take over and we are finished with our shift, Harry is still there. Sitting at the counter, joking with Matt and smiling. I take off my apron and get my coffee to sit down next to Harry.

“So…what are you usually up to after your shift?” Harry asks and I look at Matt.

“Normally I get lunch with this lad or we just hang out a bit,” I reply and Matt nods, as he falls down on the chair next to me.

“What about a nice movie and some pizza today? I don’t feel like going into a restaurant,” he suggests. I shrug my shoulders as I say:

“I don’t mind some relaxed time at your home,” he smiles at me and nods to Harry.

“What about you? Wanna join? I feel like we three are friends now,” Matt says and I hide my face in my hands. He is so awkward sometimes. I hear Harry laughing and wish, I could just sink into the floor and never come back.

“Sure, why not. I haven’t planned anything for today, I´d love to join you.” He answers and I look at him very embarrassed.

“You don’t have to. He is just pushing people, like always,” I say and Harry shakes his head.

“No, I really want to” he assures me and I shrug my shoulders. It´s fine with me.

We have a really nice and funny evening all together. We watch some stupid funny movies, until I nearly pass out and walk over to my home, which isn’t far away.

 Three weeks later Matt and I are having a terrible hangover from the night before when we were at a concert at the O2. We partied a lot afterwards and had a great time but today I feel like shit and he even looks like shit.

“Oh god, I swear if these old ladies come in today, I will cry. My head is exploding and this is my fifth coffee today…It´s only 11 and just ugh,” Matty whines and I shoot a half-smile at him.

“At least my head is normal, I am just a bit sick today…luckily,” I answer and put the next order on his tray. He looks miserably at me before he walks off to the table. I don’t even notice, that Harry comes in. He wasn’t here since we had our movie night with him weeks ago. I thought he just wasn’t so fond of us anymore and disappeared.

“Hello, love. How´ve you been?” he asks and hugs me, kissing my cheek.

“Very well, thank you. We are slightly hungover today, so don’t be confused. How´ve you been?” I ask back and he smiles, as Matt approaches.

“Y/N. They wanted Espresso, not Cappuccino. Hi, Harry.” He says unenthusiastically and I nod, taking one of those cappuccinos for myself and making some Espresso. Matt hands one of the wrong orders to Harry and smiles.

“I thought you quit us,” he says very honest and Harry laughs.

“No way, you two are too adorable to quit. I was just busy, that´s all,” he answers and I smile.

The shift takes ages to pass by and we actually don’t talk very much. It is like an exchange of company from Harry for coffee from us. But it´s not awkward at all.

Matt says his goodbyes very quickly after we finished our shift and leaves us alone. I sigh and finish my coffee.

“You look tired, what would you say to a hot cup of tea and a crackling fire?” he asks and I look at him.

“Sounds perfect, but where do I get this? Maybe with a nice bath…oh why don’t I have a tub?” I sigh and he chuckles.

“I have all of it and you are gladly invited to come home with me…If you want,” he looks a bit shy and I smile at him. How could I resist when someone asks me to take care of my hangover.

Harry takes me home to his huge house and guides me into his kitchen, where he makes us some tea. We sit on his couch and sip our teas. I like his house, it is comfy and more personal than I thought. I expected more like a furniture prospect, no personal things but he has some framed pictures on the wall and a lot of books in an immense bookshelf. The whole interior has Harry written all over it. I mean, I don’t know him that well but I do know him a bit.

“Would you like to have a bath?” he asks and I laugh a little.

“No, it´s just nice to not sit alone at home and suffer,” I reply and he chuckles, kicking his boots off of his feet. He was wearing black Chelsea boots with some black skinny jeans and a warm sweater. The upper part of his prince-like locks is tugged back in a small bun, so it doesn’t bother him.

“Anytime, you can stop by as often as you want,” he assures and I lean back in this unbelievably comfortable couch.

“Very nice of you. You know…when you walked in a few weeks ago and Matt explained to me who you were, I thought you would be arrogant and kind of a snob…but I am glad you turned out to be nothing of that,” he laughs and rests his arm behind me on the rest of his couch.

“I am glad, I didn’t turn out as a douchebag either. I am happy to have met you both…Can I be honest with you?” he asks and I nod my head. Of course, he can be honest with me.

“When I decided to walk into this café I was just interested in you. I saw you from outside and I just had to go in…I never expected to find such amazing new friends and now I am kind of scared to destroy this friendly relationship but…I have to ask. I would like to take you out on a date sometime, if you are fine with that?” his voice seems a bit shaky and I look at him, to see if he really means it.

“I mean, I know I come with a huge package and I would totally understand if you don’t want to get involved in all this media business frenzy…but I like you, I really do and I would love to take you out for dinner…You are amazing,” he says and I smile, turning a bit red on my cheeks.

“I would love to, because…I like you too and I don’t care about your package. I like you, not your fame or money. Just you, you are a gentleman and extremely friendly, funny and charming. I think you would treat a girl like a lady,” I respond and he beams at me, showing his amazing dimples and his cute smile.

“You have no idea how relieved I am, that you said yes. Most women say yes to a date with me, because I am Harry Styles and they want to spend time with me, they are not interested in me but my money and fame. The fact that you didn’t know me when I walked into the café is so amazing and so surreal, I was extremely nervous to ask you out. Like a normal man would be, if he isn’t famous,” he says and I nod. I get what he means.

“Glad to be able to ground you,” I laugh and he joins before he leans in and hugs me tight. I close my eyes and hug him back, inhaling his expensive scent.

I let him go and look at him. Could I fall in love with this handsome guy? I am sure he is a good man, friendly and kind, loving and passionate. My heart beats a bit faster, as I look into his mesmerizing emerald green eyes and as he now tugs a loose strand of my hair behind my ear, I close my eyes for a split second. His hand touches my cheek, caressing it slightly, before I feel a light pressure on my lips.

I don’t have to open my eyes, I know that he kisses me and I don’t complain at all. I lean into the kiss and he grabs my face with both of his hands, scooting closer on the couch. I put my hands on his hip and snake my hands under his sweater. It gets a bit steamier very fast and I can feel his tongue asking for permission to enter my lips. I open them and our tongues start an erotic fight, while he pushes me back onto the couch. He hovers now over me in the perfect position for me to get off his sweater. I let my hands wander over his toned and tattooed body, as he kisses my neck.

“We haven’t even dated yet,” he whispers and I can feel his hands under my shirt.

“I know” I reply and try to catch my breath before he kisses me again and I get dizzy in my head.

This is amazing, I wish we would never stop but eventually, he sits up straight and looks at me with red kissed lips and flushed cheeks.

“We will continue here very soon, but first I want to take you out on a date. I don’t do this just for fun” he explains and takes his sweater back. I like that he is not like the other guys. I like that he wants to be responsible and sure. He seems to care, that the girl doesn’t feel like she´s being used.

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♥️ Red Heart, White Box ⬜️ ll

A collab between myself and @questionablewritings xx

Mafia AU, boss Tony, pet/plaything +18 Peter, bodyguard Steve, bodyguard Bucky, underground doctor Stephen, gun violence, shootings, GSW, injury, surgery, whump, comfort, body modification, non-con organ donation, 2.6k

Or Tony gets to see Peter when he wakes up after surgery and Bucky discovers something in the underground clinic.

part one - part three - part four

Part ll - The White Box With The Red Handle

Tony, Bucky and Steve were all waiting in the ward-like room in the underground clinic. The walls were not as damp here, but still Tony could hear water dripping somewhere. The sound was borderline annoying and hypnotising. The three gang members had barely spoken, since what was there to be said anyway? They had already thanked the doctor for saving Peter, so all that remained was to wait.

Peter woke up groggy as all get out. He felt loopy, and unconnected to reality as his eyelashes flutter open. It felt like no time has passed since the moment he passed out in the back of the car. But, Peter could tell by the heavy patch against his shoulder and the intense medicine working its way through his system that something had happened. A soft groan fell past his lips as he forced himself more awake, alerting those around that he was conscious. His fingers travelled down his body, feeling the bandage from the bullet wound. But, also another one much lower and on his side. Peter’s eyebrows furrowed, glancing down and removing the covers around him to get a better look. 

“Tony?” Peter called out in weak voice, sounding more scared than he intended. When Peter finally stirred, Tony was up in an instant and pushed Peter to lay back down. 

“Hey, shhh, it’s okay, Daddy’s here.” He said soothingly, leaning down so that his forehead was pressed against Peter’s. He kissed the boy hungrily, taking his breath away for a second. “You’re okay, you’re okay.” He repeated, more to himself than for Peter.

Peter’s panic settled the instant Tony came to his side. He fell back against the makeshift hospital bed, blinking over towards Steve and Bucky. How long had he been out? He was relieved to find out he had lived, but how long would his recovery be? It was Steve who registered the confusion on Peter’s face. The man stood, straightening out his shirt and clearing his throat. 

“Should we get the doctor in here to explain things or? Peter might take the news better if it came from you, sir.” Steve suggested, motioning to the patch on Peter’s side. Peter frowned, once again looking down to inspect the random wound. 

“What happened to my side, Daddy?” Peter asked quietly, sounding so small and fragile with a hint of fear.

“Yeah, get Strange. He wanted to see how Peter’s doing as soon as he woke up.” Tony said, craning his neck to face the bodyguard, but kept his hand in Peter’s curls. Bucky volunteered to go and once he left, Tony looked at Peter and sighed a little. “You started bleeding internally, so the doctor had to stop it, baby. He’ll explain more, but he said you’re okay now. You’re okay, baby.” Tony tried to explain, but his voice was starting to break, so he could not talk much without sounding as pathetic as ever. The boss still had an image to keep up when Steve was still in the room.

Peter frowned, too drugged up to fully understand what Tony was explaining. All he knew was, his lover was close to tears. It broke Peter’s heart. He reached up, arm restricted just slightly by the IV stuck deep in the crook of his inner elbow. 

“I’m okay.” Peter repeated, his tone more solid than Tony’s. “Though, I don’t think I’ll be much use as a distraction anymore.” Peter added with a laugh. He turned towards the door, weary of this doctor that they had been talking about. Steve was pretending to be busy with standing by the door, sturdy and protective while also giving the boss his space. He knew Tony did not like to show a weakness to anyone besides his baby boy.

“Hey!” Tony chuckled tearily, pushing Peter down to lay down, but leaned down himself so that they were still close. “This is just an excuse for me to see you naked all the time. Cause I’ll take care of you, baby, I promise that.” He promised, taking one of the boy’s hands in his and kissing his knuckles sweetly. 

Peter, through the medicines haze, cracked a smile at Tony’s little joke. He shook his head, but felt nothing but happiness upon being affectionate with his boyfriend. A few moments later, Bucky returned with Stephen in tow and the doctor smiled at seeing his patient conscious. The doctor was still in his scrubs from earlier when Peter and the rest had first arrived, but he now also wore a zip up hoodie on top. The underground clinic was not exactly the warmest place, nor very welcoming. But, Stephen does not make money on bedside manners anyway. 

“So, you’re finally up. I’ve heard a lot about you, Peter, although we have never formally met. I’m Stephen Strange.” The doctor introduced himself, but he did not force Peter to shake hands with him. 

“He was the one who saved you, baby.” Tony smiled a little sadly, still kissing at Peter’s hand.

When the doctor came through the door, Pete turned his eyes onto him, shocked. The man was gorgeous, and looked nothing like what Pete expected an underground clinician to look like. The doctor stood tall, with broad shoulders and a focused gaze. He looked like someone who valued efficiency and productivity above all else. In some ways, Tony was the same, just in another field of work. 

“Thank you, sir.” Peter automatically stated, licking at his lips. He squeezed Tony’s hand for comfort and then once again found himself motioning towards his side. “I’m sorry that I caused you guys so much stress.” He added, talking to both Stephen and his medical team, as well as his own mafia family.

“Oh, baby, don’t say such things. It’s our fault we didn’t realise what was going on soon enough. I’m a fucking idiot.” Tony apologised, which he never did. Except for Peter. 

“Okay, I think we should let Peter rest now.” Stephen decided, seeing how emotional the situation was getting and how it was making Peter’s heart rate and blood pressure increase. “Would you guys mind leaving us for a while? I’ll just check how the stitches are holding up.”

Peter wanted to disagree, to correct Tony and let him know that none of this was his fault. It had been Peter who had begged to be brought along. He was tired of waiting back at the warehouse while his Daddy went off and did business. Instead though, Peter only had enough time to brush Tony’s knuckles along his lips and gave him a reassuring smile. 

“Go get me some food?” Peter asked, knowing Tony could use a distraction. “Something with lots of chocolate.” He added, playfully smirking. When asked to leave, Bucky and Steve were quick to pay their respects. They both quietly exited the room, and waited outside the door for their boss to follow.

“So, how you feeling?” Stephen asked once he was alone with Peter and checked the monitors. “You lost quite a lot of blood, so if you feel terrible, that’s why.” The doctor chuckled a little.

Peter grimaced now that his loved ones were out of the room. He felt horrible, but at least he had some pain meds to get him through. Pete tried to sit himself up, groaning in the process. 

“I’ve felt better.” Peter responded truthfully. His side hurt quite a lot, as did his shoulder. “I bled internally?” He then asked, sounding extremely concerned. For a moment, he was finding it hard to remember what could have caused that, but then again, everything after getting shot was rather hazy.

“Yeah, your BP dropped and we found a bleed in your abdomen on the ultrasound. You must have fallen when you first got shot.” Stephen explained, pulling the blankets down to see the bandage on Peter’s left side. He was pleased to still find it white and clean and then looked up to meet the boy’s tired eyes. “So, I went in and stopped the bleed and you should make a full recovery. But, you might want to ask Stark to get you a physical therapist for the shoulder.”

“No, I’ll be all right…” Peter replied automatically, not wanting to cause Tony even more trouble and strain. Getting himself shot was enough. Besides, did not most adults complain of shoulder pain anyway, Peter thought to himself. Straightening up, Stephen raised one brow at his latest patient and watched as he struggled to put up a convincing argument. “That’s- that’s not necessary.”

“If you say so.” Stephen muttered and moved on. “How’s the pain? I can increase your morphine.” 

Once again, Peter argued that he was just fine, but the doctor was not fooled in the slightest. So, he increased the flow of the IV drip regardless, and Peter quickly fell more still. His breathing evened out, indicating relief as the pain eased off, which sent him off into unconsciousness again. With Peter knocked out again and resting, Stephen left the makeshift ward with his hands in his pockets. However, the doctor barely had time to round the corner before he was stopped by someone clearing their throat, a clear indication to halt. 

“Just one question, doc.” Bucky started, and straightened up from where he had been leaning against the wall right outside of the ward. Stephen kept his back turned to the bodyguard, but he did halt and tilt his head slightly to show that he was listening. Further down one of the tunnels in the underground system, some water dripped down to the floor. The sound echoed off the walls in a way that made it hard to pinpoint where the noise actually came from. “Just how does one start bleeding internally from falling?” 

“If you fall hard enough-“ 

“Bull.” Bucky shot back. 

“Look.” Stephen started and turned his head more to see Bucky out of the corner of his eye, but his back was turned still. “You brought the kid in, I saved him. I’m giving him the best morphine I have to keep him comfortable, and I’ll admit I don’t do that with everyone who stumbles in here.” 

“I know you did something.” Bucky accused, but Stephen just scoffed in return and started walking again. 

“Yeah, I saved the kid’s life.” The doctor called out, making his voice echo off of the bare and damp tile walls of the underground clinic. The sound could be intimating to some, along with the rest of the eerie sounds coming from underground, but not to Bucky, and he watched with keen eyes as the doctor walked off. 

An hour later, when Tony and Steve returned with food, Bucky was still stood outside of the ward on patrol like a guard dog. In one hand, Tony had a plastic bag with what looked like one of the Chinese takeaway places in town that Peter likes. From the top of the bag, Bucky could also see a Ben and Jerry’s brownie ice cream pint peaking through. In his other hand, Tony had his own suit jacket, which still had some blood stains on it. Peter’s blood. The sight made Bucky take a leap and get Tony’s attention. He had to say something about Strange. 

“Boss, I don’t think-“ 

“Buck.” It was Steve who stopped him, while Tony breezed past them and onto the ward to see Peter, as if nothing mattered but his boy. And in many ways that was the truth. “He’s not like himself.” Steve whispered to Bucky, glancing over at their boss. But, Bucky would not back down, not when his gut was telling him something was seriously wrong. 

“We have to get out of here.” 

“What-“

“It’s Strange. I don’t trust him.” 

“Well, neither do I, but all that matters is that he takes care of Peter till he is back on his feet.” Steve argued back, keeping his voice down to prevent Tony, and Peter for that matter, from hearing their conversation. 

“Steve, I think he did something. To Peter.” Bucky specified, but at the same time left it hanging. After all, he was not sure what exactly the doctor had done, but it was something. Sure, this place was eerie, but the most concerning was the doctor, But, Steve did not seem to agree. 

“Yeah, he saved Peter’s life. He needs to stay here. We can’t take him to the hospital, but he can’t go home yet either. Just a few days, all right?” Steve reasoned, and gave Bucky that smile that could put anyone at ease. Usually, it worked on Bucky, but not this time. While Steve left to follow Tony into the ward, the dark haired bodyguard was left with his gut feeling and overwhelming urge to do something despite Steve telling him to not go after it. However, it was implicit, and not an order from the boss himself, so technically there was nothing stopping Bucky from doing something. 

But, what to do? The underground clinic seemed to be an abandoned tube station. The clinic itself was luke warm and clean, but now and then one could feel a cold breeze coming from one of the darker tunnels. The room that the mafia family of four had arrived in the night before was to the left of the ward where Bucky still was. That was where the makeshift OR was as well, hidden and protected by plastic. The plastic covers were not transparent, but one could make out silhouettes from behind it. To the right of the ward was what Bucky guessed to be a supply closet. If he recalled correctly, it was where the two other medical professionals had come from to assist Stephen for Peter’s surgery. 

A doorknob creaked and Bucky averted his eyes to see a man exit the supply closet. The man, who he guessed to be Mordo, spared him a quick glance before looking at his phone and hurried to the main room of the clinic where Stephen had gone earlier. At the realisation of an excellent opportunity, Bucky crossed the hallway to the supply closet and cracked the door open. Checking that no one was inside, the bodyguard slipped inside. 

At first glance, Bucky realised that the room was not just a supply closet, but also some sort of lab. There were two fridges in the far corner of the room, and to the left there was one freezer. Up against the wall on the right, there were tall and warehouse-like shelves for what looked like sterile packages. Masks, gowns, gloves, caps and loads more that Bucky could not identify. Was it even possible to get so much stuff on the black market? Surely hospitals kept strict record of supplies, which would make stealing nearly impossible, at least in such big quantities. 

On the adjacent wall to the supplies, there was a long table with vials of what Bucky guessed was blood. At closer inspection, Bucky actually found a vial with Peter’s blood. The date on the label also matched when they had arrived the night before. Moving on from the lab stuff, Bucky’s eyes shifted to the fridges and freezer. Perhaps there was more there. Opening the first fridge, Bucky found a large variety of medication in clear bottles. Looking at the labels, the bodyguard found five bottles of morphine, and he scoffed as he remembered how the doctor had said how sparsely he uses the pain reliving drug. 

When Bucky moved onto the second fridge, he expected more medication, but paused as his eyes fell upon six white boxes on two different shelves in the fridge. Each box had a red handle at the top and a label on the side. Bucky tasted bile in his mouth when he realised what the boxes where. Organ transport boxes. 

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Nameless - Chapter 2: Three questions, a hundred answers.

Genre: Mafia AU, gang AU, BTS

Pairings: Yoongi x Reader, Hoseok x Reader, BTS x BTS

Warnings: Cursing. Gang violence. Gun violence. Kidnapping. Angst. Future fluff. Future smut. Referenced death.

—— Summery

We’re back at the mansion of Bangtan. The guys try interrogating the girl they captured, but things don’t go according to plan and a lot of new information is revealed.

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previous//two//next

Monday 8th of June, 2020

"Three days, it has been three days since that bitch from Marco Polo last opened her mouth Jin. I want answers and I wanted them yesterday so when the fuck is she gonna start talking?" Yoongi yelled at his old friend. He didn't mean to lose his temper like this but it had been a stressful couple of days for him. Not only for him, he knows that, his whole crew has become anxious and nobody has slept more than a few hours. 

He still didn't know how it all went down. After the girl spoke Hope's real name it escalated quickly. The only thing he saw was a red flag flowing right in front of him and like a bull he barreled straight towards it. Nobody knows the real names of his inner circle. For a few years even he was clueless to what some of them were called. Their names were only revealed to those who earned their trust and Yoongi knew damn well that nobody from Marco Polo earned that privilege. 

So, how did she know? How did she gain this knowledge? Where did she even find it? Did she know all of their names? Questions have been running through his mind 24/7 and he wanted answers but those were difficult to obtain. See, right after she called him a bitch, which still upset him, the girl revealed a pill from under her tongue that she broke with her teeth and swallowed before her words even reached his ears. He didn't know what it was but it knocked her out cold within a minute. It confused the fuck out of him.

<...<

Yoongi stared as the girl went unconscious in his hands. Her body fell forward but was held back by the rope that tied her to the chair. He released his hand from her jaw and tapped her cheek. “Hey, nameless,” he tapped her a little harder. “Agust, stop, it’s not gonna work. She’s out,” Jimin said as he stood from the couch and crouched in front of the girl. He opened her mouth and started feeling around with his finger.

“Euhm, Jimin, I don’t think that’s better than tapping her cheek,” Taehyung said, unsure of what the assassin was doing. “Shush.” Jimin felt his finger hook on something in the back of the girl’s mouth and pulled it out. He held the tiny bag triumphantly between his fingertips. “This, my loves, is the culprit. Well, what was inside this little bag is the culprit but that’s gone now.” 

Hoseok walked forward and took the bag from Jimin, examining it closely. He smirked. “She’s definitely part of Marco Polo.” A sigh came from his left. “We kind of already figured that out Hope, welcome to the party,” Taehyung deadpanned with a fancy wave to their surroundings. Hoseok rolled his eyes at him. “That was just a guess because she said their name, now you know for sure,” he said as he waved the bag around like a flag. 

“How come?” Yoongi asked, doubting that a bag could so easily reveal which gang she belonged to. “You know those suicide pills that agents used during World War ll?” “Yeah, what about them? She’s still breathing so it couldn’t have been that.” Hoseok laughed. “No, she didn’t use one of those but she did use the same method.” He walked over to the couch and sat down in a relaxed position. “When I was still with the Polos-” “Hobiii,” Jimin interrupted with a whine as he crawled towards him. Hoseok stopped and pulled the pouting boy in his lap. “I know you don’t like me talking about my time there, baby, but it’s important right now.”

He rubbed comforting circles on Jimin’s thigh to soothe him. “When I was there I saw a lot of twisted shit but this stuff really surprised me. Little bags like this one,” he held up said item, “were used to store suicide pills and the like. It’s very smart actually. They figured that when someone got captured that person didn’t have the time nor possibility to grab a pill from their pockets, so they just put them in their mouths. Ready for use when needed.” 

“And she used one to store something that would knock her out?” Hoseok tilted his head. “I think so yeah, she put it in the back of her mouth. See these strings?” Yoongi nodded. “They tie these around their teeth so the bag falls under their tongue. When they press against it the pill pops out. Then they just bite it, swallow it and tada... No chance of getting tortured or spilling any information.”

Jimin let out a whistle. “Damn. She’s just getting more interesting with the minute,” he said. He watched the girl in front of them for a minute, wrecking his memory of places he could've seen her before or people he could’ve seen her with. The assassin knew many people, it was one of the reasons why he got on Bangtan’s radar. His connections all around the world, both above and under-ground were extremely useful and valuable. Especially during things like this. Finding out who their chosen victims were was one of his main tasks, besides killing anyone who crossed his lovers of course. 

When nothing came to mind he figured he didn't know her, but someone might. 

“Hobi, I know it’s highly unlikely, but do you recognize her? Since she said your name and all.” Hoseok looked at the girl in front of him. If he were to be honest he did have an idea of who she might be. Although he prayed it wasn’t true. “Maybe,” he shook his head, “but I want to be sure before we take that road.” 

“Why not just figure it out on the way? A guess is a guess, babe, we need to help each other with this one.” Taehyung told him as he crouched in front of the girl and examined her. “Not this one, guys, seriously. If I’m right, then prepare yourselves for another war.” Hoseok padded Jimin’s thigh to get him to stand up. He walked to the girl and started untying her. After getting her upper body free, he ripped her sweater.

“Whoa, hold up, this is not how we treat-” “I know Chim and I’m not gonna undress her, that’s Solar’s job. I just need to see her back.” He moved the fabric out of the way and started searching for the only clue he could think of. 

Her upper back was bare of anything, just pure, naked skin. If you ignored the scars that is, but Hoseok wasn't looking for those. All of them had at least one reminder of ugly times on their body's. That didn't make it clear she was a Polo. 

He pulled the entire sweater of her body and threw it somewhere in a corner. His eyes slowly made their way down… His lips turned into a tiny smile when he saw the inked picture placed on her lower back. 

Found ya. 

Right there, just above the waistband of her pants, was a beautifully detailed snake. He couldn't deny that the design was gorgeous, but it wasn't the snake that grabbed the man’s attention. It was the tattoo hidden underneath. He guessed the purpose of the snake was to hide the compass he knew by heart. Hoseok couldn't understand why the snake didn't cover the whole thing though. It didn't even look like it was supposed to be hiding it. The snake was put in a position in which it added to the tattoo, instead of covering it up. 

 The compass was what he had been looking for. It was the brand mark of Marco Polo, any member has one somewhere on their body. He can still feel the scar burning on his left bicep from where sharp stones had slashed the skin when he tried to get rid of his. 

Only his didn’t have a poisonous snake resting in the middle. 

Hoseok grabbed the girl out of the chair and lifted her in his arms, making sure her back was visible for the rest of the guys. 

“So? Do you know who she is now that you’ve seen this tattoo?” Yoongi asked him, annoyance starting to leak in his voice. He was getting exhausted and just wanted to lay his head down on his pillow and sink into the heaven that was his matress. 

“Yeah,” Hoseok answered rather sombly, looking down at the face of the girl he once thought he would never see again. A heavy silence fell over the room as everyone waited for him to tell them who she was but Hoseok seemed to get lost in his thoughts. 

And he was. Every single memory of her came rushing back to the forefront of his mind from the deepest parts where he had buried them a long time ago. He was speechless and couldn’t believe that he didn’t recognize her the second Taehyung carried her through the front door. 

...

Friday 18th of August, 2006

“Mamba, meet our newest soldier Jay.” His capo said to the girl standing in front of him, well not in front of him. She was hidden behind a guy he knew to be Viper, the son of Consigliere Rizzo. Still, the twelve-year-old could feel her piercing gaze even if he couldn’t see her eyes and Mamba? What was it with all the snake names in this gang?

“Welcome, Jay,” the girl said in a calm voice, walking past Viper to greet him. Hoseok stared at her, bowing his head, because even if he didn’t know her status, the fact that she was specifically introduced to the boy gave him a hint that she stood far above him.

“He’s going to be molded into the perfect bodyguard for you, Mamba,” the capo said. The girl scoffed at that. “I don’t need a fuc-” “Mamba,” the guy next to her said. Hoseok didn’t know their relationship, but they seemed to be very close as the girl only rolled her eyes and went silent. 

Suddenly, her attention was on him again and he straightened up immediately. He had the idea she was about to analyze him and decide if he was worth it or not. His life lay in her hands, he figured, since he was supposed to become her bodyguard and all that jazz. If she decided he wasn’t good material to start with he had no doubt that they would replace him in a heartbeat, and he would be without his own rhythmic muscle.

“Fine,” the girl said as a sigh left her. “See ya another time then, Jay.”

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Friday 18th of July, 2008

“Mamba, come on. You don’t need to learn all of that. What use would I be for if you didn’t need me?” Hoseok said, trying to get her to stop training. “Jay, I know you’ll be my bodyguard, my human shield, my personal escort for the rest of my life. Don’t you think it’s important I know the basics of self-defence? Like, for when you’re not present,” the girl said as she took a break to catch her breath. 

“Muay Thai isn’t exactly a basic of self-defence, Mamba,” he sighed. He knew there was no arguing with her but even after two years he still tried. Every. Single. Time.

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Tuesday 17th of March, 2009

“Mamba, I’m fine. I promise.” Hoseok insisted for the tenth time. They were just a few cuts, nothing he hadn’t experienced before. “No, Jay, you’re not. You’re literally bleeding from multiple spots on your body. The person I’m looking at right now is far from fine.” She tutted disapprovingly as she started treating his wounds.

“I can’t believe he actually send you to do his dirty work.” “It’s what I’m training for bab-” He quickly stopped himself from finishing that sentence, but the girl was too pissed off to notice his slip-up. “No, it’s not. You’re training to become my bodyguard, not his personal minion.” She huffed irritatedly. Hoseok’s eyes shot up at that and he smirked. “Oh, so now you finally accept that, huh? Took you long enough,” he teased.

She slapped his shoulder softly, trying not to hurt him any further than he already was, although it was really tempting when he was being a smartass. “Shut up. I still don’t like it.” But even as she said it, he saw the small upward quirk of her lips.

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Friday 25th of September, 2009

“Mamba, you’ve got to get up. You can’t keep lying in bed all day.” Hoseok looked at the fifteen-year-old who was wrapped up tightly in her covers. He sighed, knowing he probably wouldn’t get her out today. Just like all the other times the past week.

“Baby, I know you don’t want to and if I could I would give you all the time to properly grieve, but you need to get out. Otherwise it won’t be me asking anymore, your father is going to demand your presence soon.” He hated using her father against her, but he was telling the truth. Her father wouldn’t be as lenient as he was being right now, even if he had just lost his own son. 

A broken voice startled him out of his thoughts. “I-I can’t, I can’t JayJay,” a sob wrecked through her body and Hoseok could swear he felt it tearing through his heart. “I know, baby, I know, but I need you to be really strong right now and just, just take small steps for me. Let’s take a shower, huh? Or a bath?” He asked her. Trying everything to get her out of that fucking bed.

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Friday 18th of November, 2011

“Mamba, now is not the time to play games with me. Where the fuck are you?” Hoseok yelled out while the burning smoke only got bigger and thicker. He covered his mouth with his shirt as he desperately tried to catch a glimpse of icy blonde hair.

The wind picked up and he finally got a clearer view of his surroundings. Looking to his right he saw the car that had driven off the road. “No,” he whispered after spotting a girl trying to crawl out of the wrecked vehicle. A fire made itself present in the back of the car. “No, no, no... Mamba, get out of there!”

Hoseok fell down when a loud explosion followed the fire. Squeezing his eyes shut he told himself to wake up, to open his eyes and see that his angel was perfectly okey, sleeping right next to him. But his eyes didn’t open to that image. 

All he saw was fire. Fire everywhere and no angel in sight. His ears picked up a sound that reminded him of a screeching banshee. Only minutes later would he find out that it was his own voice, screaming in agony as the girl was no longer there, no longer present in his life. The only light he had known, his little star, burned out without ever saying goodbye. 

...

Jimin saw the emotions flashing over Hoseok’s face. He walked up to him and cradled his tear stained cheeks in his hands. “Hobi,” he locked eyes with the shocked man, “can you come out of your head for us?” His hands slowly started stroking over his lover’s cheekbones, trying to get him back to reality.

Hoseok blinked a few times and shook his head. Noticing that his body was shaking he carefully laid the girl on the couch. Jimin was right behind him and grabbed his face again, wiping each offending tear off his cheeks with his fingers. 

“What happened my love?” He asked in a soft voice, not wanting to scare Hoseok now that he was in such a vulnerable state. Taehyung and Yoongi stepped closer to the pair, both shocked to see such an emotional reaction out of their boyfriend. 

Hoseok took Jimin’s small hands in his and kissed them. After taking a deep breath he turned towards Yoongi, completely ignoring Jimin’s question. “I need to go to bed. Can I tell you tomorrow, please?” He asked, after clearing his throat. Yoongi looked at him, saw the heartbroken look in his eyes and wrapped his arms around him tightly. “Of course, Seokie, don’t force yourself to tell us right now,” he gave the man a sweet peck on the lips, but didn’t let go.

It had been a long time since he last saw Hoseok like this, shaking, crying and on the verge of breaking. Determination to find out who this girl was and who she was to his lover grew in him. He needed to know who the woman was that crashed into their life’s for he knew she wouldn’t leave soon and definitely not without leaving destruction behind. 

“Why don’t you go with Jimin to his room? Tae and I will wait on the rest of the guys and give them a quick briefing of what’s going on and then we’ll join you, if you want. You can also just go to your own room, I don’t know wha-” Yoongi got interrupted by a giggle. He was glad to hear the other laugh again.

“You’re rambling Yoongles,” Hoseok said with a grin on his face that got even bigger when Yoongi scrunched up his face at the nickname. “I’ll let you have that one since we’re all tired and want to go to bed. So,” he patted Hoseok’s ass and let go of him, “go up with Jimin.”

Another giggle was heard and he expected to see the two of them disappear through the doors, but Hoseok surprised him for the second time tonight. He walked towards the girl on the couch and crouched down, caressing her face with his left hand, a sad smile on his lips. 

“You’ve got a lot of explaining to do, angel.”

With that he left the room, leaving a lot of confusion behind. Jimin send one questioning look back at Yoongi and Taehyung, who both shrugged since neither of them had any answers. 

“What the fuck was that?” Taehyung asked Yoongi as soon as the others had left hem. Blunt as always. “I have no clue, Tae, but we need to get her out of here, otherwise the guys will explode before we even have a chance to explain the disaster that’s been this night.” He said. “We can place her in the Light room,” he suggested. 

They did just that.

After Yoongi had explained the events of that night to the other guys he could finally slip under the covers and get a full three hours of sleep. They had planned to wake the girl up the next day for questioning, but she didn’t give any signs of consciousness for the entire hour they tried to wake her up. Taehyung got pissed off and offered to “awake the bitch with a kick to the ribs,” but Hoseok shoved him against the nearest wall before he could even take one step towards the bedroom. 

So, Namjoon advised to leave her alone and check on her every hour or so. The day went on as usual, a few business meetings, approving new soldiers, making sure Taehyung and Jungkook didn’t kill them within the first hour. All in all a pretty peaceful day, which left Yoongi with an itch when he stepped through the front doors of their mansion. Because the King didn’t have peaceful days, Agust D doesn’t go a day without getting challenged and Min Yoongi hasn’t rested since that dreadful night all those years ago.

He needn’t to worry though, since that itch was about to get scratched by sharp manicure nails and sadly for him not the ones his kittens loved to wear so much. 

In the evening, after all the guys had devoured Jin’s newest culinary creations and were lounching around, they heard a scream coming from the light room. Yoongi arrived first and stopped dead in his tracks when he took in the scene in front of him. On the ground next to the bed lay Jin, covered in the noodlesoup he’d made for the girl as dinner. The first thought running through Yoongi’s head was that she had attacked him and escaped. His eyes quickly scanned the room and soon found a pair of piercing eyes staring back at him. 

“Jin,” he said as he hesitantly stepped in the older guy’s direction, “would you be so kind to explain what the hell happened?” Jin stood up and glared to the bed where the girl sat straight against the headboard. “Well, Agust,” he began with a huff, “I was just turning on the light and walking towards the bed. Of course I expected her to still be asleep so you can imagine my surprise when I put down the soup to see her eyes wide open. Not just that, at the exact moment our eyes met she said boo.” The girl started smiling at that. “The only acceptable response to that was to fall down on the ground and I’d rather not disappoint the newest addition to this household.”

Yoongi shook his head as he tried not to laugh at the bullshit story Jin had just created. “Well, how thoughtful of you to not embarrass our guest with an inappropriate reaction.” At this Jin nodded his head, still holding tight on selling his excuse. “Yes, I thought so too.” 

The door got pushed open further and the rest of the guys made their way into the room. “Is everything okay?” Namjoon asked, looking adorably confused as he stared at Jin, still covered in noodle soup. “Yes RM, nothing happened.” “Nothing happened?!” Jin shrieked as he flung his arms around, noodles swinging around the room. One fell on the girl’s face and Yoongi went to take it off.

He hissed as sharp nails suddenly dug in his wrist, preventing his hand from touching the girl’s face. Within seconds he was pushed back behind Jungkook who made to grab the girl. She jumped up on the headboard of the bed, out of his reach, which even Yoongi had to admit was pretty admirable. That headboard was almost as thin as his arm, she definitely had to have some training.

“However fun it would be to stand here with all of you and watch Jungkook hunt his new prey down, I’m feeling really disgusting right now. So, please, everyone GET OUT OF MY WAY.” Jin yelled, he was already starting to shake. Namjoon and Jimin quickly grabbed his wrists and rapidly walked out of the room.

“So, sleeping beauty,” Yoongi began as he focused his attention on the girl, “finally managed to open those eyes of yours?” He didn’t get a response at that, just those green eyes blinking back at him. Her gaze followed his body as he moved towards the side of the bed and sat down, folding his hands in his lap. “Now that you decided to graze us with your conscious presence, I’ll let you in on what’s going to happen.”

“We’re going to ask you some questions and if you’re a smart girl,” he noticed her eyes twitching at that, something to keep in mind, “then you will answer each question truthfully. If you don’t then we’ll take you to the basement, where we’ll repeat every single question and trust me, you don’t want to make us repeat ourselves.” This time her eyes didn’t twitch, but he saw something flicker over her gaze, maybe she saw this as a challenge? 

He huffed. It’s been a long time since someone tried to really challenge him, well except the guys of course, they seemed to love pushing his boundaries these days. “JK, stand down,” Yoongi told the youngest, who still looked ready to pounce the girl any second. However, he was reminded of how well the boy listened to him as he backed down as soon as the words left his mouth.

The conversation only seemed to happen between him and the woman before him, but he felt the presence of Hoseok in the shadows and heard Taehyung move from foot to foot, energy always flowing. “How about you sit down?” He asked the girl, extending his arm to help her on the bed, but she just stepped down and squatted in the corner furthest from them.

“First question, what’s your name?” She didn’t answer, just looked around the room. He saw her eyes linger on the spot where he knew Hoseok stood, but they made their way to his before most would’ve even noticed. “Need I remind you that we don’t ask questions twice?” Again, no answer, just more stares. “Second question then, why did you kill Jaehyun?” A giggle was heard this time and a smile found it’s way on the girl’s face.

“Yeah? It was fun wasn’t it? Bet it felt really good to poison such a disrespectful asshole,” he leaned forward. The girl nodded with another giggle. It wasn’t a direct answer, but he figured it was as much as he was going to get at this point. He held three fingers up. “Third question, are you a member of Marco Polo?” 

She tilted her head and it reminded Yoongi of last night, of how innocent she made herself look while she was just giggling about murdering someone. Yoongi noticed that he was comparing her to his lovers. She seems to have a lot of different skills like Jungkook, is manipulative like Jimin, finds death a matter for giggles like Taehyung. He could go on and on, but he stops himself before ideas start forming in his head. 

We still don’t know who she is. Find that out first, then you can start daydreaming.

“That’s all the questions I have for now, sweetheart, just three of ‘em.” Yoongi stood up and motioned for the rest of the guys to start leaving the room. “We’ll check in every few hours and see if you’re ready to answer them. If you don’t answer in the time frame we want, well, then you’ll get to see the fun we have downstairs.” He holds the doorknob and casts one last look to the girl, who’s still sitting in the same crouched position as she had been the entire time. Just as he’s about the close the door she speaks. 

“I’d still like a bowl of noodle soup, please.”

>...>

Monday 8th of June, 2020

Now they're here, many bowls of noodle soup later and still none the wiser on who she was, why she killed Jaehyun and if she was a present member of Marco Polo. Hoseok still hadn’t told them what he knew and the tension was rising up.

"I don't know when she's going to start talking, Yoongi. It's not like I'm some kind of wizard who can just compel her to answer," Jin harshly said back. He sighed and let his posture drop, slumping down in the chair. “Let’s just take her down to the basement, tell her that the time’s up and start the interrogation process. Like we have done with every person we’ve ever taken.” That last bit was directed towards Hoseok, who had pleaded with them to wait a couple of days instead of the usual few hours.

“Let me ask her.”

All their heads turned to Hoseok. He hadn’t been in the room the girl resided in since she had awoken. “Are you sure?” Yoongi asked. “I don’t know what you’re relationship with her is or was, but we won’t push you to talk to her, Hobi.” His gaze was soft as he focused it on the assassin, but he was only met with determined eyes. “I don’t even know if it’s going to work but I want to try it out before we take her down.”

“How sad, I was already looking forward to-” “Shut up, Taeyhung.” “Fine, fine, just do it now then so we can move on and get back to business. This bitch has been taking up way too much of our time,” Taeyhung grumbled as he stood up and left the room. A few chuckles went through the room. “Even after all these years his temper hasn’t changed one bit,” Jin said. “Eugh,” Namjoon groaned, “I know, at least he’s learned to use words to make his annoyance clear instead of attacking anyone who displeases him.”  

“I definitely don’t miss the weeks of getting stitched up by Wheein, almost daily.” Everyone laughed again at the mention of Jungkook’s memory, well all except for Hoseok who stood up and walked towards the door. “You’re really okay with questioning her, baby?” Jimin asked from his place on Namjoon’s lap. “Yeah, I’ll be fine Jiminie. Just come check if I’m still alive and kicking in about twenty minutes,” he grinned and made his way to the light room. 

His smile dropped quickly after that.

You heard someone knocking on your door and prepared yourself to go down to the basement. It already surprised you how long they tried to get answers out of you in a civil matter. Probably has something to do with Hoseok. So it came as a bit of a surprise when you opened the door to be met with the one and only assassin.

For a few seconds neither of you said a word, just staring at each other, seeing the changes that eight years have brought upon the other. “Come to take me to hell?” Hoseok scoffed but the cold expression on his face remained. “No, I’ve come to talk to you.” “By talk you mean me answering the questions you already know the answers to,” you said. “Doesn’t that sound unlogical to you? I mean it is so much more work to-” 

Your sentence got cut off when Hoseok pushed you back into the room and, in your opinion rather dramatically, slammed the door shut. “It’s not fucking UNLOGICAL that I want to have a talk with the woman who left my entire being in pieces eight years ago!” He yelled into your face, tears already streaming down his cheeks. Just looking at you brought everything back, the good and the bad. The nights spend kissing your lips and stroking your hair. The nights spend screaming and sobbing in his hands until his throat was sore and his eyes were bloodshot.

“I thought you were dead, I mean I still do. My brain can’t even comprehend that your here right now, standing in front of me, breathing and talking. Talking like you never even died, like I never saw you die that day, crawling out from a burning car that was seconds away from exploding.” His voice broke while he talked about his memories. “I left that week, just like you did. I couldn’t stand seeing your family nor your bedroom. I grabbed my bags and got out before anyone even returned from the funeral, YOUR FUCKING FUNERAL.”

He was sitting on the floor now, looking at you with eyes that gave away how much it still haunted him even after all this time. This wasn’t how you wanted this to go. You didn’t want this at all. The day you ‘died’ was the day you blocked away all your memories of your time at Marco Polo, of all your struggles, but also all those days spend laughing and crying with him, your bodyguard, your sunshine, your Hobi. 

You joined him on the floor, sitting down next to him and putting your head on his shoulder, feeling it move as he took a few deep breaths. “I’ve always wondered what love would feel like, ever since I was a little girl, running around the garden and stumbling over my feet while I followed butterflies who were in the midst of a mating dance.” Hoseok chuckled softly at that, still sniffling and trying to get his breathing pattern in order. “The first time I felt something akin to love was when my brother started reading me bedtime stories, he always made sure to be in my room right when my bedtime was due. He started caring for me the way a parent should care for their child, he told stories about all the different kinds of love in the world and never failed to put in an ‘I love you’ every single day.” “Luca was pretty great,” Hoseok whispered absentmindedly. You nodded your head. “Yeah, he definitely was.”

“The second time I felt love it was another brotherly type, my brother’s best friend basically became my second brother, he was always a bit more lenient towards me than Luc and let me get away with shit a lot easier,” you laughed, thinking about all the trouble you got in. Your childhood wasn’t entirely made out of neglectment and sorrow, there were bits and pieces where you were just a normal kid, finding out that pranking your brothers with water and flower had its consequences.

“Jaebeom works under us now, has been working under Yoongi ever since Luca...” He didn’t finish the sentence. “You can say it, Hobi, since Luca passed away.” Your mind was so overwhelmed with all the memories that came crashing down that you didn’t notice the nickname falling out of your mouth. Hoseok swore his heart skipped a beat when he heard it. “I already knew that, btw,” you casually mention as you go on with your story, “I’ve been kind of working with them for a few years.” You didn’t explain further and he decided to leave it at that, it was a topic for another time. 

“So, you’ve only felt love two times in your 26 years?” He asked instead. “I thought so yeah,” you looked up at him, “until my uncle suddenly came up to me with this frightened twelve-year-old. I swore he was shaking on those skinny legs of his.” There was no laughter following your words as you had expected it would. He met your eyes, this time they were full of questions, unasked ones and ones that you never answered. “I really despised him at first, he was supposed to become my bodyguard,” you scoffed as your gaze fell to your feet, afraid of the emotions swimming around in his eyes, “, like I even needed one. Apparently everyone thought so and when I fell on my ass during our second meeting I didn’t provide him with evidence that would prove otherwise.”

Hoseok did laugh at that, the scène playing out in front of his eyes, it left a small smile on his lips as he focused his attention back on you. “Turns out the kid on skinny legs was very skilled and young y/n didn’t like that, she wanted to be like that. So, she started training and eventually they started training together. Of course seeing him all sweaty, strong and shining that bright smile of his didn’t really help her poor, teenage heart and she began crushing on him in secret.” He watched her hands draw patterns on the floor, something he remembered was a habit of hers when she was talking from the heart, often embarrassed by her own honesty.

“Eventually they both confessed during a sleepless night which turned into a wonderful dream. It was the first time she felt true romantic love, the one that gives you butterflies at first and slowly turns into this comfortable feeling you get when you’re near them. It changed into viewing their life as important as yours and wanting for nothing except their happiness.”

It was silent for a few minutes and then you suddenly took his face in your hands, cradling his cheeks as if they were made of glass. 

“I fucked up, Hobi, I messed up so bad but I had to do it. I had to get away before the ceremony and I can’t say I’m sorry because I wouldn’t do it differently if I had another chance.” Tears were now also running over your face, it felt as if a damn had been broken, every emotion found its way out of the confinements you put them in. “It just breaks my soul that I didn’t think about your happiness,” every sentence gets interrupted by deep intakes of air as you continue to sob. “I put my life over your own, I could’ve taken you or told you. I could’ve done something but I didn’t, because I couldn’t gamble with your life like that. I almost did die that day, the risk was never zero, b-but I-”

“You had to take it because otherwise you would still be stuck down there or,” Hoseok swallowed, “or you wouldn’t even be here at all.” You broke down more and he couldn’t take it anymore. Of course nothing was solved, this night opened wounds for him that never healed, but he saw that the same happening to you and just like you said. When you love someone you put their life, their happiness over your own and he could never stop loving you. Seeing you like this made him more upset and he just wanted to stop crying for a moment. 

So he lifted you in his arms and walked over to the bed, not even thinking twice before carefully laying you on his chest and pulling the covers over both of you. Before he pushed the button that would close the curtains and put out the lights, he looked the camera in the corner dead in the eye. 

“Her name’s Y/N Luna Rizzo, she is the daughter of Consigliere Rizzo. She killed Jaehyun because it was an assignment for Got7. On November 18th 2011 she escaped the mafia group known as Marco Polo by faking her own death.”

Across the hall Yoongi smirked as he twirled his whiskey around and watched Hoseok close his eyes on the monitor in front of him. Namjoon and Jin immediately started searching for any information they could possibly find about this woman. Jungkook had already left the room to go find Taehyung and Jimin made himself comfortable on Yoongi’s lap. “So what do we do now?” “Now we prepare ourselves for a war, just as Hobi predicted.” Jimin pouted as he inserted himself into the other two’s conversation. Yoongi’s eyes were still focused on the monitor, mind going through every single word the two sleeping lovers had said. He shook his head, thinking about all the shit that was waiting for them around the corner.

Welcome back, Mamba.