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mythiccheroacademia · 4 years

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—lunch box

A/N: just another cute idea i had because i’m obsessed with barbarian/dragon king!bakugo and fantasy shit in general. some context: you and bakugo are betrothed—although, sometimes you wish you weren’t bc he can be a real asshole. luckily for you, he’s willing to work on it bc he likes loves you just that much. a litte angst (it wouldn’t be a mtha story without it) but it ends in fluff <3

Warnings: cursing

Your friends looked at their food with heart eyes and dug into the neatly wrapped box with fever.

“Ahh! Thank you for making this, Y/N!” one of them exclaimed. The other could only nod in agreement, too into your cooking to speak.

You smiled and waved them off. “It was nothing. Consider it a thank you for letting me copy the homework last night,” you chuckled.

“Did you cook one for Prince Bakugo? I’d imagine he’d love it! If there’s anyone’s cooking he loves more than his own, it’s yours!”

At the mention of his name, your expression fell. You looked down at the case of food you had prepared for him as an apology.

Four days ago, you two were hanging around his residence. You managed to get him to dance around with you. Well, it more like you were dancing and he was doing his best not to combust in embarrassment. Katsuki warned you that you shouldn’t be too reckless otherwise you’d break something.

Of course, you paid him no mind, too enthralled with your fun to notice your proximity to a nearby statue—one of the Bakugo family’s treasures.

One thing led to another, and you knocked it over, shattering it before either of you could even react. Your rich skin lost its glow and your boyfriend cursed something nasty.

Least to say, his parents were not happy. But instead of being rightfully scolded, Bakugo had taken the blame for it.

They found him attempting to clean it up and assumed it was his fault. You wanted to correct them, but he threw you a nasty glare, sealing your mouth shut. He was now under punishment until they deemed fit and from then on, he hadn't spoken a friendly word to you.

A little sigh escaped your lips. Your two friends looked at each other before offering you encouraging smiles.

“Hey,” one spoke, placing a hand on your knee. You met her gaze. “You should go give it to him. He’d love it.”

There was a moment of silence before you decided to act. Taking the spur of confidence, you stood up and briskly made your way to the other classroom. Just before you entered, you heard his voice and felt your heart waver with anxiousness.

However, now wasn’t the time to let doubt consume you. Things wouldn’t get better until something was done.

You took a deep breath, calming your nerves, before opening the door and walking in. Your eyes scanned the room and found the young dragon prince amongst his group of friends.

Jaw set, you walked over to them, hands firmly around the packaged food.

Kirishima saw you first and gave you a friendly wave.

“Hey Princess L/N!”

“Hi boys! How’re ya doing?” you politely asked, putting on your best smile.

They gave you an upbeat answer that lifted your spirits.

Despite that, you hadn't heard a response from Bakugo. In fact, he hadn't even looked at you—but you wouldn’t be disheartened. You fueled herself with faux confidence and held out the dish to your betrothed.

“I-I made you something small yesterday, as an apology,” you stuttered.

Katsuki finally looked up, indifference in his stare. Ruby eyes flickered down to the box filled with rice, chicken, vegetables, and a small pastry on the side. His favorite kind. For a moment, he seemed like considered your offer, but you suffered the low blow of humiliation when he turned away to look through the window.

“Thanks, but I’ve already eaten. Should’ve given it to me earlier.”

Something in your stomach fell. Crushing rejection blossomed up your throat with each passing second. His words were cold, harsh, and unforgiving. It might’ve been stupid, overdramatic even, but it hurt.

Heartbroken wasn’t even the word.

Your nose burned, eyes blurring before you could stop it. Your chest tightened with embarrassment. Luckily, you mustered enough strength to hold in whatever was threatening to crumble you.

“Oh,” you dumbly responded.

“I’ll take it!” Kaminari excitedly said.

“No, I will! I’m still starving!” Kirishima chided.

You placed the box down, struggling to keep up your act.

“Split it between the both of you. I hope it’s good!” You internally winced over how high your voice had become. “I’m gonna to get going now. I’ll see you guys after school, yeah?”

And before anything else was said, you bolted straight out of the room. You hadn’t bothered to look at Katsuki. Knowing him, he probably hadn't noticed the strain in your voice.

As soon as you were out of sight, the tears flooded. You held your hands against your mouth, desperate to muffle your cries. You quickly took you into the nearest bathroom and you prayed no one had seen you lest there be questions. If you went to your friends, it’d cause a commotion. Your parents would eventually find out and you didn’t want any more problems.

So, you cried your eyes raw and eventually willed yourself to stop when it was time to return to class.

…

The week had gone by without another interaction. The weekend brought you some relief since you wouldn’t be forced to see Katsuki’s face for the time being. Or so you thought.

All you wanted to do was run some errands for your parents and then go back home and continue sulking. Yet the universe would not let you rest.

The moment you caught Bakugo’s eyes, you pivoted on your heel and booked it the other way. You assumed his anger with you would force him to keep his distance.

But you were thoroughly surprised to find he was following after you.

“Y/N,” he called.

Irritation and hurt filled your chest. You only walked faster, clutching the purse against her chest.

“Y/N, stop,” he demanded to which you promptly ignored.

This went on for a good thirty seconds until Bakugo decided he had enough. Without much noise, he ran up to you, grabbing you by the shoulder.

You weren’t having it.

You harshly shrugged off his hand. “Don’t touch me,” you snapped, keeping your eyes forward.

“I need to talk to you,” Katsuki grumbled.

“Well I don’t want to talk to you. So maybe some other time.”

Truthfully, the crowned prince found himself shocked at your coldness. Despite your innate boldness, he wasn’t used to such an icy tone. Especially directed at him.

His father warned him to never attack in these situations, but Bakugo let his temper get the best of him. His first reaction was to frown and deal back harsher words.

“What’s your fucking problem, dumbass? When I say stop, stop!”

A spike of anger flooded your veins. You whirled around on your heel and glared at him with frosty eyes. You felt compelled to drop your papers and slap him, but instead, you settled for a finger in his face.

“First of all, I’m not some dog you can just order around, you jerk! And just because we’re betrothed doesn’t mean I’m some girl you can treat like dirt whenever you feel like it! Until you apologize, leave me alone because my only problem right now is you. Bye.”

And just as quickly as you came, you turned to leave.

Now Bakugo was actually stunned. Forget, cold, this was a side of you he hadn't ever experienced. Admittedly, he hadn’t been spoken to like that from anyone besides his mother—and she only got away with it because she was not only the queen…but he was his mom.

Katsuki honestly didn’t know how to handle it. It was only then that he concentrated back on his father’s advice. Whenever his mother was upset with his dad, his father would fight back, but never with emotional anger. Always with humbleness and an understanding tongue.

It usually did the trick considering his mother could never stay upset with him for more than a night. It always struck the teen with hidden awe. Sometimes, Katsuki thought his dad was an angel.

Bakugo was no angel, but he hoped it’d have the same affect on you.

The blonde teen softened his face and walked up behind you. He stopped you, wrapping his arms around your waist to lie his forehead against the decorated braids the fell down your back.

“Damn it. I’m sorry okay?” he lowly said, face burning from such a public display of affection. “Just hear me out.”

You didn’t speak and he clenched his jaw.

“Please.”

You inwardly cursed your rapidly beating heart. If it weren’t for how stupidly nice being in his arms was (he was definitely working out more), and the fact that you found him kinda cute begging for your permission, maybe you wouldn’t have caved in so easily.

For now, you’d blame it on the fact that you two were destined to wed. It was better to start dealing with fights now so, hopefully, the future held less of them.

You heaved a sigh, unwillingly ignoring your body’s urge to curl in his arms. Instead, you pulled away and turned to face him. You peered into unsure crimson eyes with as much harshness you could conjure.

“Fine. Speak,” you permitted.

There was a small pause as he gathered his thoughts. When he opened his mouth, you instantly regretted it.

“I’m still mad at you for being dumb and breaking one of family’s treasures. And I’m still fucking pissed that my old hag is on my ass about it,” he started and noticed how your eyes narrowed in contempt.

You were about to turn away, thinking this was a waste of time. However, Bakugo took a hold of your wrist before you could leave.

“Leave me alone! If you didn’t want to get in trouble, you should’ve just let me take the blame. I can't believe I thought you’d apologize—“

“Let me finish, princess.”

It was your title, yet you felt your stomach flip when it came from his lips. You refused to let it influence you…but you’d give him another chance.

Bakugo stepped closer to you. “I’m upset, but I took the punishment because I wanted to. You didn’t mean to break it. Accidents happen, I understand that.”

There was a pregnant pause. Then, you softened your gaze a bit, eyes still lit with inquiry. “Why? Why would you do that if it meant getting in trouble? I could’ve taken the blame just fine.”

“Y/N, you freak the fuck out whenever you don’t get a perfect score on an exam. You try not to mess up and when you do, it’s like the world is ending,” he explained with a teasing smirk. You ungracefully snorted. He had a point. “When you broke the vase, I could hear your heart drop. You were two seconds away from crying. And when I saw how scared you looked I just—I don’t know.”

The look on your face was something between shock, surprise, and wonder. You blinked, thick lips parting slightly in awe.

“Katsuki…” you breathed to which the boy heavily blushed. Realizing how sappy he sounded, his mind screamed at him to cut it out.

Bakugo looked down and noticed he was still holding your wrist. He quickly let go and instinctively rubbed the nape of his neck.

“D-don’t be dramatic. I just didn’t wanna see you moping around or some shit. My father said that it wasn’t that important anyway…the vase I mean,” he mumbled.

Sure it wasn’t, you thought. What were you gonna do with this boy?

You supposed an apology was a good start.

“That was very nice and admirable of you Katsuki. Thank you,” you eventually said. “I’m still really sorry about the vase, and for being mean to you just now.”

He shook his head. “I know, but I’m the one that should be apologizing. I ain’t hafta treat you the way I did. I was being an ass for not accepting the food you made for me earlier.”

“Yeah you were, ya bastard.”

He chuckled at that. “The two idiots wouldn’t stop raving over how good it was.”

“Well, I had the best teacher in the kingdom,” you grinned.

“And I had an even better student,” he winked.

Your smile widened. Maybe marrying him wouldn’t be so bad.

You couldn’t help yourself when you heartily embraced him, enjoying how his arms slowly slithered around the small of your back. Your eyes met and you kissed him on the lips, leaving him with a little gasp. You pulled away and giggled under your breath.

“You know, you're a sweet guy underneath all that false bravado.”

“False brav—what the hell are you going on about!?”

Ignoring his explosive behavior, you readjusted the straps on your shoulder before turning on your heel.

“Don’t bring anything for lunch on Monday, okay? I’ll see you later, blondie.”

Despite his little tantrum, Bakugo still watched you disappear into the store with a gentle expression. You gave him more headaches than he cared for, but you were worth it. Besides, he was sure you could say the same for him.

Bakugo turned to leave and passed his fingertips over where your lips touched his own.

He’d never admit to the giddiness in his chest. He’d take that shit to the grave.

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heyitsyn · 4 years

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Oh God

TimeTraveler!Son x Haikyuu!! Part 2

a/n: hehe i wouldnt put ‘x haikyuu’ if manager y/n ends up with that certain character. youll just have to,,,, wait for the end 😏

he didnt want to lie but he had to so he could survive

hinata offered his hand to help him up and natsu winced at the scratches and the slight headache as he stood on his two feet

‘you okay?’

hinata asked and natsu nodded

‘yea, just a headache’

natsu tried to play it off as cooly as he could bc this must’ve been from the car hit before and he couldnt just say he got ran over by a damn car

‘where do you live? i can go and treat your wounds there’

natsu was about to respond but he remembers hes not in tokyo anymore and he cant just spout out his address

so he did the thing his mom told him to do whenever it was necessary

he lied

‘i-um,,,’

he fumbled for an excuse but he sighed to maintain the act

‘i got kicked out’

he mumbled and hinata had to make him repeat it twice because he said it so quietly

the tangerine boy gasped and held his arms

‘what?! why?!’

natsu sniffled

‘my dad,,,, he just,,, doesnt want me’

well, that was actually true

so a true statement could equal that lie, right?

thankfully, hinata bought it and he grabbed his arm to walk forward while his other was pushing his bike

‘i hit you with my bike so the least i could do is take you to my house and treat you!’

and that was what they did

natsu’s phone was dead even though he was sure he charged it from denki’s powerbank during practice but it remained its black screen no matter how many times he hit the power button

his surroundings was also something unfamiliar

his mother only kept him in tokyo and never took him to go visit her family because she was kicked out and had to go live with her auntie when she found out about him and his father refused to help her

‘so, sendai, huh?’

he mumbled and hinata looked at him confused

‘sounds like youre not from around here. where you from?’

‘t-tokyo’

he replied and saw hinata’s eyes brighten

‘oh?! you look like youre my age so you must have been in a high school in tokyo, right? what school?’

‘yuuei’

‘hah?! yuuei?! what is that?!’

natsu rolled his eyes and shrugged

‘a school’

hinata persisted though

‘do you know other schools?! any other school friends?! like nekoma?! or fukurodani?!’

natsu shook his head and he was supposed to be happy that he got to meet, even talk, to his idol yet his younger self was much more hyper than his mellowed out behavior on tv

‘i stick to my friends from yuuei’

‘but what are you doing all the way here?’

natsu’s throat dried up and he watched his feet kick the pebbles to distract him of his urge to just whine and throw a tantrum with the confusion from this mess

‘i dont know’

he choked out and he was so tired and confused and all he wants to do is cry in his mother’s arms like he used to but she doesnt even know he exists

hinata sensed the tension and sadness from the boy beside him and tried his best to stay quiet until they get home

to say his mom was angry was an understatement

‘SHOYO, DONT YOU KNOW TO WATCH WHERE YOURE GOING?!’

‘kaa-san i was so angry and bakageyama was yelling at me and hit me and-’

‘THAT DOESNT GIVE YOU AN EXCUSE TO RUN SOMEONE OVER!’

natsu sat there on their couch awkwardly watching the black-haired woman yell at the human tangerine

he coughed in impulse and she turned away from her son and went to sit next to the h/c boy

‘dear, im so sorry for my son and his terrible biking. i didnt catch your name when you entered, what is it?’

even hinata forgot to ask his name but thats such a hinata thing to do though

natsu froze

if he was to say his mother’s last name, it would raise suspicion that he might know her in this time period and izuku has shown him enough doctor who to show him what happens when he messes up in time

again, he lied

‘kiri,,,shima,,, natsu. kirishima natsu’

he inwardly apologized to eijirou for using his last name

mrs. hinata raised a hand to her mouth with a surprised gasp

‘oh! my daughter’s name is also natsu! natsu, dear! can you come here for a second?’

natsu heard soft sounds from the stairs and she shyly walked down

‘come say hi’

she softly urged her daughter to come closer and the little girl ran to hide behind her older brother who gently smiled and held her hand

‘well, thats her. she just turned 10 a few days ago. look dear, kirishima-kun has the same name as you!’

she waved slightly and natsu felt his heart swell at the sight of the adorable little girl

his mother never really had time for relationships so he was an only child and never got to experience a sibling, only hearing the experience of having siblings from his friend, shouto

mrs. hinata placed a gentle hand on his arm to revert his attention back to her

‘shoyo told me what happened and im sorry that this is all happening to you’

he felt guilty at the sight of her sad eyes because this was all a lie but he knew if he told them the real reason, they wouldnt believe him

so he had to continue with the lie

‘everything was falling apart and i wanted to leave everything behind. so i just took the shinkansen to nowhere and ended up here’

mrs. hinata felt her heart tug because he was just a little boy and he was too young to experience this so she offered him something he shouldnt have agreed to but again, survival

‘you can stay with us in the mean time. our guest room has been collecting dust so you can live here’

‘what? no! i can’t!’

natsu instinctually turned it down because he hated people giving him charity

but the woman squeezed his arm to give him a smile

‘i will not allow a child to live in the streets because of something he couldnt help’

‘arent you worried youre inviting a total stranger in your home?’

but she gave him a knowing smile

‘im a mother. i can trust you, boy’

in exchange for board and food, he promised to get a part time job so he could pay her back and get out of their house as quickly as he could

shoyo led him to the bathroom upstairs so he could treat the wounds from the ground

natsu sat on the closed toilet seat while his literal idol was putting cream on his boo-boos

he still cant wrap his head with everything

maybe it was because he was so busy trying to come up with lies that he wasnt able to fully sit down and think about the fact that he just TRAVELED BACK IN TIME and could accidentally change it

‘shoyo, what year is it?’

he mumbled

‘2012′

he answered and natsu sighed but his head perked up

oh god

2012

thats a year away from 2013

the year he was born

that meant shoyo’s team manager was going to give birth to him next year

‘why? did you hit your head so far that you forgot?’

hinata joked but he paled when natsu didnt laugh

‘OH GOD DID YOU?!’

‘NO! AND STOP YELLING!’

natsu shouted, equally surprised

‘whew, thank god. again, im so sorry i hit you’

‘shoyo, dont worry about it, okay? im fine, i swear’

during dinner, mrs. hinata told him about his school situation

‘you can go to karasuno with shoyo. what year were you in?’

‘first’

‘perfect! shoyo is too so he could easily help you around the school!’

natsu nodded quietly, still out of it and his brain finally starting to accept this impossible reality

‘but i dont think i could help you with the entrance exams. im not the most-um-smartest, per se’

shoyo apologized but natsu already knew that

he was no extreme fanatic but he knew quite a lot about hinata shoyo, the player he watched during the 2021 olympics and the reason he started playing volleyball

natsu dreamed to join the msby jackals just like his idol did and eventually reach the national team like hinata did

it was during the olympics of 2021, he knew he wanted to be like him

this boy who sat next to him was the reason he came to love volleyball along with his other idol, oikawa tooru, from the argentina volleyball team after seeing that legendary match

when oikawa hit that service ace, natsu wanted to be able to receive that

he was merely 8 and his neighbor, midoriya inko, was babysitting him and she placed him and her son who was his friend, izuku, in front of the tv where they watched the olympics match

‘someday, ill be someone great. ill be great like him’

he promised and from then on, he worked to achieve that goal

‘natsu? hello?’

he was shaken from his thoughts as shoyo nudged him back to reality

mrs. hinata laughed

‘maybe you should head to bed early, dear. you must be tired after having a hard journey’

he nodded and was about to go and wash his dishes when she stopped him

‘no. go and sleep, ill take care of this’

‘i have to do my part in here, hinata-san. please, let me do this’

she finally agreed and he was scrubbing the plates when his mind wandered over to possible solutions on how he could go back

there was an episode that he watched with izuku that the character had to do something to go back

and he had a feeling that he would have to do the same thing

but what would that something be?

there had to be a reason he was thrown all the way in this time and it couldnt just be a coincidence that supposedly, this would be around the same time his mother would get pregnant

but who would it be?

he finished putting the plates on the drying rack and he felt really thirsty suddenly

opening the fridge, he found no water bottles and natsu had a very sensitive stomach so he couldnt drink tap water

his next favorite beverage was there and he pulled a glass from the cabinet

‘hinata-san, is it okay if i can have some milk?’

he called out and she shouted that it was okay

natsu poured the drink on his glass and started drinking it when hinata entered the kitchen and snickered at him

‘yknow, you remind me of my idiot teammate. none of my other friends drink straight milk except for him’

natsu placed the glass down and wiped his lips

‘chocolate milk make me sick and i hate the taste of flavoring in milk. but i just hate flavoring in general. except for gari gari popsicles, those are good’

natsu reasoned, watching hinata move across the room to get an apple

‘still ew. but come on! lets go to bed so i can show you around school early before practice tomorrow!’

natsu noticed his excitement by the way he bounced in place and he chuckled

it reminded him of his friends mina and denki

hinata led them both to his room so he could check his wounds again just to make sure

then something caught his eye

‘kirishima-kun you like volleyball?!’

that threw him off

partly because he wasnt used to being called by his friend’s last name

but also because of the question

‘huh? how do you know that?’

natsu asked, almost defensively

hinata shrugged

‘i saw your volleyball shoes in your bag’

hinata reasoned and excitedly pointed at them

‘you should play for us! im part of the team too! oh oh! what position do you play?!’

‘l-libero’

natsu stuttered out, slightly overwhelmed by hinata’s energy

hinata started circling him, inspecting his height and looking at him up and down

‘yanno, kirishima-kun, youre really tall. like much taller than the rest of my club. maybe not saltyshima but really!! youre so tall!!’

hinata whined in envy and natsu laughed

‘blame it on the paternal side of the family. my ma isnt really tall’

he laughs but then memories of his mother resurfaced and he suddenly felt gloomy, guilty, even, bc he doesnt know if time stopped there or it kept going and if so, shes probably worried sick

and he knew she was always one who blamed herself

hinata noticed his downcast expression and thought he probably remembers his dad and got sad since he got kicked out

so our baby sunshine freaked out and he frantically waved his hands around

‘oh no! gomen kiri-kun! gomen! i really didnt mean to make you think about him! gomen!!!’

he even bowed which surprised the h/c boy and made him stand back up

‘o-oi shoyo! dont! you didnt because i wasnt thinking about him!’

he fussed and patted hinata’s hair

‘i dont care about him. to be honest, there isnt much to think about’

he didnt think about what he said until he heard himself

natsu’s eyes widened, fearful of how hinata could take it but he flinched when the orange-haired boy’s eyes were filled with his own tears

‘OH NO!! KIRI-KUN!!!’

then launched another series of apologies and natsu had to calm him down

oh dear

it was early in the morning like 5 when hinata bursted into natsu’s room

the loud shout of shoyo made his eyes blink open and he groaned before turning to the side

‘come on, kiri-kun! we need to go to take your exam!’

‘nooooooooo’

‘yeeessssssss’

it was quite a battle for hinata to even just get natsu out of bed but he managed to bribe the latter with some milk bread from the bakery down the street

‘2′

natsu showed his two fingers and hinata sighed before nodding

‘yes. now go hurry so we can leave!’

dressed in his grey sweatpants and a yuuei sweatshirt, natsu cursed as he only has clothes good for 2 days and he didnt want to bother the hinatas so he was at a loss

mrs hinata bid the two boys good bye and natsu was yawning and dragging his body to walk while hinata was skipping over to his bike

then he finally realized the problem

he nervously looked at natsu and the taller boy didnt understand why he was looking at him that way

‘what?’

shoyo pointed at the bike and awkwardly smiled

‘uh,,, you see,,, i dont think youd,,, fit,,, at the back seat’

natsu shrugged

‘then ill bike. ive done it before’

he sauntered over to the bike and swiftly lifted his leg before testing out the brake handles

‘its good and better than mine back home’

‘a-are you-’

‘sit down, sho’

hinata gripped on to the back of natsu’s sweatshirt as he told him the directions to how to get to the school

natsu remembered watching an interview of hinata talking about his high-school life and he remembered the star player talking about his dedication to go to karasuno everyday for volleyball

and the boy couldn’t believe hes doing that right now, with his idol literally behind him, and driving to the legendary karasuno high school

from the jackals to the adlers and even some other teams like the frogs, natsu cheered for them

there was a memory of his mother sitting with him on their couch during one of her rare day offs as they rewatched the recorded copy of the olympics

it has become natsu’s favorite thing to watch

‘with great talent comes great hardships. people don’t become good overnight and i watched those people suffer through it all but look where they are now’

‘KIRISHIMA, WATCH OUT! COWS CROSSING!’

natsu was snapped out of his thoughts at hinata’s shout

then it morphed into pure and utter confusion

‘cows?’

shoyo laughed

‘since youre from the city, this must be a weird sight for you, huh? well, in the countryside, this happens a lot!’

but natsu didnt mind

in fact, he loved cows

he loved any farm animal in general

maybe it was his upbringing in the hustle and bustle of the city that he grew to love the countryside

shoto took him with his family to a trip to the country once and he remembered loving the smell of grass

they were able to do an activity in a farm where they worked in a rice farm and the peace and serenity was something he will always remember

his mother was lucky she grew up in a place like this

‘kiri-kun, ive been wanting to ask, how is your volleyball team in the city? are you a powerhouse?’

natsu felt pride bubble up in his chest

‘of course! we got second place in nationals!’

he boasted and blurted out before he could stop himself

then he felt fear

he shouldnt have said that because for all he knows, yuuei probably doesn’t exist at this time period

hinata had a different reaction and his eyes shone

‘WHAT?! WOAH! SO COOL! I HAVE TO TELL OUR CAPTAIN THAT WE’RE GETTING A POWERHOUSE STUDENT!’

‘uh-i-uh-’

natsu didnt know what to say because he had a feeling he definitely just did an oopsie

so he switched topics really quick to divert the attention away from his past

‘o-oi sho, once youre done being a pro volleyball player and stuff, we should have our own rice farm’

of course it was such a random idea but it distracted the orange boy

hinata shrugged

‘i mean,,, i have to be a pro first but i guess we can!’

‘hmm,,,, i dont think you have to worry about that’

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a/n: oh god this sat in my drafts for so long and i really dont know what im doing like i kinda have a rough outline of what im doing but im just going with the flow but i dont think the flow is quite flowy

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444piscesprincess · 4 years

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childhood friends to lovers/growing up together sterek fic reclist

uhh this kinda got a lil angsty but i recommend you pick a growing up together fic and listen to this song i promise you will not regret it

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anyways as usual check tags please!!

(click on the title for the fic)

you know you're on my mind

bibliosexual

Summary:

If there’s one thing Derek’s learned in life, it’s that crushing on someone who lives on an entire other fucking continent is probably a bad idea.

(hs!au + texting!au + childhood friends to lovers the ULTIMATE fluff fic)

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) (series)

yodasyoyo

Summary:

Stiles is six years old when he first hears Derek's voice in his head.

Or what happens if you have a soulmate bond, in a universe where soulmate bonds don't exist?

Up Down Lock Unlock

isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

Summary:

“Why are you going into grandma Ito’s apartment?” he asked.

Derek turned to him, key sliding into the lock. “What do you mean?” He tried to turn it, but the key wasn’t budging. Maybe the lock was sticking again, it’d been doing that the past few days.

Stiles was staring at him like Derek was stupid.

Derek did not appreciate sass from a ten year old.

“That’s grandma Ito’s place.”

“No,” Derek said calmly, pulling the key out and then shoving it back in, wiggling it a little when it continued to refuse to unlock the door. “This is my place.”

“I think you’re on the wrong floor then, because that apartment belongs to grandma Ito.”

(time travel counts as childhood friends right?)

the difference between going back and going home

thepsychicclam

Summary:

Stiles and Derek were inseparable growing up, but then college, jobs, and life happened. When Stiles comes back to Beacon Hills a decade later, he doesn't expect to reconnect with Derek, and he sure doesn't expect to fall in love with him.

It's Such a Gas When You Bring Up the Past

orphan_account

Summary:

Stiles finds a box of old photo albums that dredge up the sweet, the funny, the adorable, and the mildly heartwrenching parts of his and Derek's past.

(mainly a friends fic but its too cute to not include)

It's Always Been You

charlesdk

Summary:

Stiles' love life was practically non-existing, always had been. He was always terrible at picking up clues when people hit on him (it had happened, Erica had been witness to it and had been the one to let him know it was happening in the first place) because he never expected anyone to do so.

He wasn't the most desirable guy around, he knew that. He was loud, extremely nerdy, never knew when to stop talking, not exactly much of a looker if you asked him, the list was endless.

Point was, he never did know when someone was flirting with him. Which was probably how he ended up in the fight that would change his life for the better.

Lead You Home Again

GotTheSilver

Summary:

The first time Derek meets Stiles, the kid’s brown eyes are wide, and he’s staring up at him with a mischievous grin as he tugs at the arm of Derek’s first ever Batman figure like he’s trying to separate it from Batman’s body.

An alternate take on Teen Wolf, wherein Stiles and Derek are childhood friends, and things unfold from there.

Kingdom By The Sea

kilaem

Summary:

Lydia grabs his arm and pulls him down in the seat next to her. “When the hell did you find time to bag a guy like Hale?”

“We’re friends,” Stiles feels his face heat up, and then the team are running out and Derek sees him and smiles. His blush gets worse.

“Oh really?”

“Our moms were friends, okay? We’ve been in diapers together.”

“I thought you two hated each other.”

Those That Bump In The Night

bleep0bleep

Summary:

A boy’s head appears upside down, hanging off the bed. “Is anyone there?” he calls out curiously, looking right at Derek’s eyes. Caught, then. The protocol for being deliberately seen by a child is just to look as strange and fearsome as possible. No one would believe them, anyways. But Derek is tired, and he’s been running and scared, and now he just kind of flickers, curling out a tendril of dark smoke, hoping that he’s a little bit scary. No such luck. The boy’s eyes widen. “Oooh, are you the bogeyman?” “Bogeyperson,” Derek says, before he can help himself.

When Stiles was a boy, he had an imaginary friend named Derek. Ten years later, Derek comes back, and is very, very real.

Five Times Derek and Stiles Kissed For Practice (And One Time They Didn't)

mikkimouse

Summary:

In which Derek and Stiles grow up together and practice kissing, roughly in that order.

216 + 1: Words To Say Instead of I Love You

briggs

Summary:

Derek and Stiles have been best friends for fourteen years. They have their differences, sure, but it's never been a question for them. Their friendship has been the most solid thing in their lives -- until suddenly it isn't anymore.

Funny how just a few choice words can throw fourteen years of friendship off-balance.

a collection of "Bro, That's Gay" one-shots that actually ended up turning into a concrete storyline.

hope is the thing with feathers (part of a series)

ShanaStoryteller

Summary:

Stiles is ten when he saves the Hales from their burning home and Derek from a wolfsbane bullet, and this establishes a pattern that seem to continue indefinitely.

"Then he's facing a burning home, and he wraps the hood of his sweatshirt around his mouth before he pushes the door open and steps inside. There's Mr. Hale asleep - he hopes asleep - on the couch, next to - Stiles thinks that's his brother but there are so many Hales, who can keep track. He rushes over and starts shaking him, can see the rise and fall of the man's chest so he knows he's alive, but he's not waking up. He shoves away his hood so he can shout, "Mr. Hale! You have to get up, there's a fire! Mr. Hale, get up!" Nothing, he's not even twitching, both of them taking in deep even breaths like they're having the most peaceful of rests, and Stiles is going to cry. "Wake up, wake up, wake up!" There's a moment, where all Stiles can hear is the blood rushing in his ears and not the roar of the flames or the creak of wood, then with a violent, silent pop it's all back and both of the men are gasping awake, eyes open and jumping to their feet. "

(one of my favourite fics like EVER)

it came from the trees

whatshouldntbe

Summary:

“Don’t worry, Scott caught me up on everything,” Kira assures with a bubbly smile via video-chat. “You and Derek, huh? I probably should have seen that coming. I always thought it might be Cora, but Derek was the one that looked at you how I used to look at you.”

Stiles goes a little pink. “It’s still kinda new but, yeah. I really like him. He’s...” Beautiful. Patient. Smart. Painfully honest. Sweet.“...a total dork.”

Kira laughs and laughs. When she gets herself together, she replies, “Yeah, those little hearts and stars in your eyes definitely say different."

Stiles moves from the shiny, fast-paced lifestyle of Los Angeles to the foggy, sleepy town of Beacon Hills so his dad can become the new sheriff. Newly fifteen, he does his best to finish out his freshman year of high school (by staying under the radar) when he suddenly becomes the Beyoncé of the Supernatural community. And, without much prompting on his part, he ends up catching the eye of one of the most prominent Werewolf families in all of North America. It literally all starts with a stuffed animal(s).

(oh god this fic is the literal best even though its abandoned it ends at okay-ish place. this is one of the best hale family characterisations ive ever read. if you squint it can be a childhood friends to lovers fic but im including it anyway bc its amazing)

Promises aren't Meant to be Broken

paradis

Summary:

“Thanks for saving me,” Stiles blurts out, staring up at Laura, wide eyed.

Laura grins. “I like you,” she says, “we’ll be friends.”

(more laura and stiles besties centric but totally worth a read)

The Things We See

MelodramaticSalad

Summary:

Stiles grew up in the life of knowing that there was always more to life than what others saw with a first glance. Even as a child he saw things that no one else seemed to and always had a fascination with the unusual.

Some considered him an unusual child, but Claudia welcomed every single quirk her son displayed. His mother had a few special talents of her own and thrilled her to see it in her son as well. She'd raised Stiles to always keep his mind open and as grew and started to display his powers, she began to teach him how to use them. She even taught Stiles about werewolves at a young age, his infatuation with them growing once he had learned the truth about her closest friend.

Stiles spent nearly every possible moment that he could roaming the Hale house, following after the middle child most of the time. Derek was three years older than Stiles, but the bond they developed with each other was something their mothers considered out of a story book. Like Derek, Stiles was sensitive to his emotions, but unlike Derek, Stiles didn't need a scent to figure it out. He could feel it.

take me back

matildajones

Summary:

“I dare you to kiss me,” Stiles taunts, and he’s not expecting the way Derek says a naughty word under his breath and then leans forward.

Stiles yelps. He just dodges Derek’s mouth before he’s laughing wildly and running through the trees, calling out a series of ew ew ew as Derek chases him back home.

#sterek #sterek fic recs #childhood friends to lovers #au #growing up toget #reclist #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #hale pack

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socontagiousimagines · 4 years

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Stuck With You - Draco x Reader (1)

hi guys! this was based on @acciodracoo ‘s ask post .... I felt a lil spark of inspiration when I read it and asked her if it was okay if I wrote a lil something and she yessss soooo here we are!!

I am posting this first part to see if there’s even any interest in something like this before I finish the whole thing... so please drop a comment and let me know what y’all think so far!!

ALSO A NOTE:

this is a modern AU… and in my mind (and a perfect world) is part of a much much larger series where the reader and Draco are frenemies and live together… but their parents are really close and decided that it would be a good idea and refused to pay for their own individual places unless they moved in together… specifically because they just want them to be at least friends, but also more… kind of like a timeout situation, if you will… hahaha anyways yeah idk if that made any sense but ((:

song recs for the entire fic (I stole this lil section from @drawlfoy bc I love it) - stuck with you - ariana grande & justin bieber, dazed & confued - ruel, put a little love on me - niall horan

Warnings - language, alcohol ... that should be it.....for now ;)

“And in other news, the Prime Minister has issued a lockdown until the sixth of April due to the coronavirus. This means no one will be allowed to leave their houses unless it is essential -- such as groceries or medical emergencies. Reports say that they will re-evaluate when the two weeks are up. Charlie, would you mind telling us the weather --”

“What?” Draco growled. He was sitting on the couch across from his roommate, Y/N.

“Are you deaf? They said we’re in lockdown. We can’t go anywhere. Honestly Draco, you should’ve been expecting it. Our school already moved to online classes.” she replied, kicking her feet up on the coffee table and popping a piece of popcorn in her mouth.

“I’m not staying here. I cannot stay here with you for two whole weeks. I’d go mad. I’m calling my mother.”

Y/N rolled her eyes as Draco stalked off to his room. They both knew his parents would never allow him to come home, not when they were so hellbent on the two young adults learning to get along. His door slammed. Picking the remote up off the couch, she switched the TV to Netflix. She picked a random tv series and switched the remote for her phone.

A few minutes later, the platinum blonde sulked out of his room. He made his way into the kitchen and reached for the tequila on the top shelf of the pantry. Y/N looked up from her phone and watched as his muscles flexed opening the bottle. She bit her lip.

“You know, if you’re making drinks, can you make me one too?” she asked.

“I’m not making drinks, I’m pouring shots… or maybe I’ll just drink straight from the bottle, but sure, Your Royal Highness, what do you want?” he grumbled.

“Draco Malfoy, do not drink out of that bottle. That’s disgusting.”

“Try and stop me.”

The blonde raised an eyebrow and slowly tipped the tequila bottle to his mouth. Y/N shot from her spot, climbing over the couch and sprinting into the kitchen. She grabbed the bottle just as it was about to touch his lips. Her hip bumped into him, pushing him away.

“Great, now that you got off your ass, you can make your own drink. Make mine too.” he said, taking a few steps back and leaning against the wall behind them.

He crossed his arms and watched as the girl in front of him scoffed and grabbed a glass from the top shelf of a cabinet. His eyes trailed down as her top rose up a bit. Biting his lip, he shook his head and looked out the window.

Dark clouds were rolling in, threatening to put a damper on Draco’s already sour mood. Y/N grabbed a soda from the fridge and filled her cup with ice. His eyes drifted back to her. She didn’t seem to be taking his order of making his drink as well, for she had put both the tequila and coconut rum she had grabbed back into the pantry. She locked eyes with him, smirked, grabbed her drink, and walked away.

“Hey! Drink?” he asked.

“You have two arms and a brain, Draco, make it yourself.” She winked before heading into her room and closing the door. He shook his head before opening the pantry door and grabbing the tequila he had previously possessed.

A/N: again, this is just the first (very small) part to a much longer piece, so please let me know what y’all thought and if you’d be interested in something like this!! I do appreciate every single comment I receive!!! love y’all!!!

#hp #hp imagines #draco x reader #Draco Malfoy #draco malfoy imagines #draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy imagine #draco imagines #draco #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco x y/n #draco x you #harry potter imagines #malfoy #draco fanfiction #draco imagine #(:

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shadowcodexx · 5 years

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What if— Billy Hargrove

(Edited/added on)

As soon as his body died, the real billy wakes up in the upside down, connected like will had been. The mind flayer made contingencies this time and billy was his most prized puppet.

Hopper had jumped through the portal in the underground lab in hopes of having some chance of getting back to Joyce and El someday. He didn’t expect to find a scared billy Hargrove trying to hide from the monsters.

They bond and hopper tries to help this traumatized kid deal with all of this. They share hoppers remains pack of cigarettes and he realizes this kid has gone through much more than being possessed by an evil entity. His dad is beating him. He only knows this because billy jolts awake from a nightmare and makes a comment. Hopper pieces it together.

“Your dad again?” “He’s not my dad.”

Then they start to see the Demogorgons getting attracted to something. It’s a new portal. They take their chances. They get through the portal and they’re in a Russian base in Siberia. Better than that place.

Somehow, they get out and they’re both scarred. The Russians had figured out that the creatures reacted to Billy’s presence and experimented on him. They put him in fighting rings and whatever was left in him from the mind flayer gave him extra strength. They tested that too. Made him take on some Demogorgons themselves. He had won. Every time.

They find themselves back in Hawkins for whatever reason—idk how they get there—but it’s Christmas and yknow snow. When max sees billy stumbling up their driveway she runs and hugs him. She’s wearing his leather jacket. El runs out a moment later with his denim jacket on like they had been reminiscing. The sleeves are all rolled up. Then she sees hopper. She starts crying and he has just enough strength to hug her. Joyce, will and Jonathan has come up so they could celebrate Christmas and see some of their old friend. They ended up getting one of the best Christmas presents yet.

The people that had been in change of Hawkins lab come back when there’s news of the chief of police and a young man presumed dead, are found. They’re so worn out from the journey and strain they’re passed out for days.

When hopper wakes, mostly everyone is around his bed. Steve has been up from college, so he decided to visit. They all did. He hugged and greeted all of them and they told him of everything that had happened and so forth.

When billy woke up, max was asleep next to him. No one else was there. Hopper made the nurses move him into Billy’s room with him. Billy quietly appreciated that. Steve patted him on the shoulder and el sat on his other side and he educated her on the vending machine snacks.

“What’s....a powerbar?” Billy raise and eyebrow. He looks over at hopper who’s smoking a cig even thought he’s not supposed to—“you have not done this kid justice.” He grabs the bar and opens it while saying, “it’s quick meal—“ Steve walks in saying, “no it’s not Hargrove.” He glares halfheartedly and responds looking at el, “yes, it is.”

Billy father barges in with Susan one afternoon and stands silent and angry. Susan asks how he’s doing and tries to grab his hand, but Neil won’t let her. Then he goes on, very menacingly, how Billy’s a no good son who just decided to up and leave—“with a whore no doubt”—and that all this Russian business is a coverup mean to put him in a good spotlight so he’ll get sympathy etc and hopper just, yeets the curtain separating them away and in his ‘hopper’ voice goes “you ever talk like that again to him, I’m going to have an officer remove you indefinitely from this room.” And Neil leaves in a fit dragging Susan, and trying to force max. But of course she doesn’t budge. He raises his hand and sees hopper in the background. He turns it into a pointing-in-her-face gesture and leaves.

After they get to leave from the special wing of the hospital, billy had to move back in with his dad and Susan. Hopper and Joyce are going steady. She rents back their old place and they all live there for the time being. By then Billy’s missed half the school year, and goes to Nancy’s (who won’t ask questions because she knows) and gets help with tutoring.

Mrs wheeler opens the door and has a look of shock on her face. He gives her a half smirk and says, “this time, I’m looking for Nancy.” She has him wait in the kitchen, asking how he’s doing, she heard they found him and hopper in he woods and that everyone who knew them were overjoyed. But she notices Billy’s not quite himself. He’s not giving her innuendos and his shirt isn’t as unbuttoned. He looks like he just got a haircut. His mullet is shorter now. He’s got a quiet sort of contemplation like he’s grown up too fast. Nancy comes in and is surprised to see him. She agrees to help him.

Christmas Day, billy is beat up again by his father. He hadn’t even said anything. He had just grabbed the remote and Neil slammed him into the wall. And it had to be the worst possible time, too. The doorbell rang. Neil opened it and sees the re-appointed sherif Jim Hopper and his daughter, El. He says they brought a gift for billy and max. Neil tried to take them but el says she wants to give it to them. Max comes out and hugs eleven and whispers one word— “help.”

El looks at Neil and shoves her way past with max leading the way. Hopper notices the blood on his knuckles. He follows. He walks in slowly, surveying the area. Max leads el Into the kitchen, where billy sits, his face bleeding. El grabs his face and makes him look at her. Max grabs some ice and he accepts it. Hopper comes in a few seconds later. “What happened?” Neil answers. “He got in a fight with a kid a few hours ago. Disgraceful to do it on Christmas Day if you ask me.” “I didn’t.” Hopper walls closer. The bruises are fresh. Billy just looks at him.

“See the funny thing about that mr. Hagrove is that your knuckles are bleeding.” Hopper steps closer to Neil, towering over him. “Billy if I take him in will you testify?” Billy looks at him. “Yes.” Neil trues to lunge at him, cursing him out but hopper catches him. He calls it in and shoves Neil into his car.

It turns into a news story and Billy’s at the station a lot. Susan won’t testify, of course. She’s too nervous. Neil tries to use all of Billy’s mistakes against him like his poor school conduct and the speeding tickets. Hopper knows better. He’s stuck with that kid for half a year and he knows him better than anyone. Reminds him of himself in some ways. They tell billy they have to call his mother bc he needs a legal guardian to finish high school. He argues he doesn’t but a little part of him wants to see her. Hopper says he’s sorry, he knows it’s soft spot but it’s good to mend old wounds. Susan tries to take max with her but max refuses. She wants to stay with billy, el and hopper. They have an argument and max throws out, “Your not stupid mom your just a push over! You’ve watched him get beat up every week and didn’t do a thing. I’m staying with him until all this blows over. If you need me I’ll be staying with Hopper and Joyce.”

Billy also lives with hopper and Joyce for the time being. School starts up and he dreads it. Hopper tells him his mother was contacted and she’s coming up from California to see him. Billy starts to lash out because he doesn’t know what else to do and Joyce calms him down. They have a cigarette out on the porch and she talks to him and he starts to break down and she just holds him. And he can’t remember the last time a mother held him like this.

He often gets up in the middle of the night because of nightmares and he finds will in the kitchen. They talk about it and eventually talk about their crappy dads and billy tells him he likes wills mother and that he’s got a good mom. Will mentions he saw some bands that billy had on vinyl and tape and says he likes them. They talk about music until will falls asleep on Billy’s shoulder. Joyce listened to the whole thing from the living room and couldn’t help but smile.

Billy find that his life is much more peaceful in the hopper-Byers household. In the morning, Joyce makes them all breakfast. Max and el share a room so they’re usually the last ones to the table. Billy and hopper both drink black coffee. Billy and Jonathan have a silent respect for each other after Lonny tried to visit one day out of the blue. Billy helped Jonathan get him to leave. Will sits next to billy because there’s always something on his plate he doesn’t eat that billy silently takes after he’s done. The two Hargrove kids have practically moved in. Hopper got two extra beds and max eventually brought everything she owns to the house via the window to her room. Billy moved everything out weeks ago. Jonathan and will share a room and el and max share one. Billy is the only one who doesn’t share a room.

The first day of school, billy takes el and max to school. By now everyone heard of billy Hargrove, the kid who came back to life. Or was captured by the Russians. The facts were a little fuzzy. His cronies and fake friends hound him pretending they were affected by his disappearance. Billy’s tired of high school. He understands why Steve stopped being king. It didn’t really matter anymore. Life has hit him straight in the face and it was time to grow up. And now he had some people who were gonna be there for him. By the end of the day he had so much makeup work, he had to find Nancy. By then, they were easy acquaintances. Not friends per se, just bonded experiences. Tommy started making fun of him, acting as if he were trying to get in Nancy’s pants but he ends up slamming him into a locker.

Tommy and carol and all the other jerks hang around billy as usual, but there’s an air of wariness like they’re waiting for him to do something. And honestly, if it weren’t for max or el, he would have. El understands what makes him, him and she can tell when he’s about to snap. Max is like a similar version of him. Not quite the same, and less corrupted. The middle schoolers have a field trip, or something that causes the high schools to have the same lunch as them. When they come running in, everyone gives a collective grumble. Most of the gang sit with Nancy and Jonathan + Robin. El taps billy on the shoulder and his friends sneer at her. But el asks one question. “What’s a Hershey?” Carol starts laughing but billy silenced her with a look. He looks over at max, a little ways behind and smiles. He jumps up and pulls out a few cents. They follow him to the vending machine and he buys one. This leads to many days of el quietly sitting down and whispering s question in his ear. Billy would then answer.

By the end of the week he was sitting with Nancy and returning student, Jonathan because he was so tired of all the bull. One day he was walking into the middle school to check max and el out early , (because he wanted Mexican and he knew el didn’t know what that was, and he figured he could give her some world experience) he saw max beating up some kid. He shoves in and pulls her off. The kid had called will and el a freak and other slurs she wouldn’t repeat. Susan has to be called in, and it was a mess. She blamed billy but max said the truth and she didn’t seem to want to accept that. Neil had already been put in jail for 20 years so Susan was considerably panicking. Joyce came by after being called and calmed her down. The rest of the gang had been involved bc they wouldn’t stand by either so all of the mothers were called. The ended up supporting Susan and helping her find a place for her and max and finding her a good job she liked and all that.

Billy’s tired of sleeping around. Part of him did it to show that he could and prove he was top dog. But now all the girls except Nancy and robin annoyed him. They always tried to fix him, get him to meet their parents, etc. now it was oh poor billy and pity pity pity. he didn’t get as drunk at parties. He didn’t like not being aware of everything around him anymore. If he were wasted he wouldn’t be as alert. Can’t stand the sound of fireworks anymore.

The next day billy gets called out of class. He’s told his mom is here to pick him up. He kind of freezes up and numbly asks if it’s Joyce and the secretary says no. He refuses to go up and instead leaves and goes to the sheriffs station and barges into hoppers office. “She’s here.”

Hopper calms him down and offers to be there with him. Billy says no he can do this. He walks out and she’s sitting in the waiting room. He hurriedly looks away and sits down near her. She nervously looks at him and asks what he’s here for. He says something about seeing hopper. She says the same thing. She’s looking for her son who moved here with his dad. She says she’s here to see her little boy again. He looks at her and says, “that little boy is gone. He died when you left.” She’s shocked and follows him out and begs him to listen. He turns around and yells “you left me with him!” Tears are streaming down both of their faces. She hugs him and he buries his face in her blond hair.

She rents a place in town and gets to watch him graduate high school. He passed with good grades thanks to Nancy. After the graduation ceremony he picks up Nancy and spins her around, thanking her for the help. He pats Jonathan on the back and messes with wills hair. He and Steve do a fist bump handshake thing. Dustin can be hheard muttering, “not as cool as ours.”

He goes to Cali and brings max and el with him. He teaches them how to surf. Hopper and Joyce come, because, reasons and the entire gang ends up coming. On a completely random chance, their buying snow cones on the pier and he hears his name. It’s his mom. He awkwardly hugs her and she invites them to dinner. She’s married. He’s not too happy about it. The guys nice though and he can’t blame her. He’s just wished she’d taken him with her. Then maybe he’d have had a better father figure, like John. (The guy)

On the beach, he crashed into a girl carrying an icebox. (Courtesy of max) he helps her pick up the spilled drinks and the breath is stolen from his lungs. She’s a knockout. He smooth talks her and she see through the bull. His charm—king billy Hargrove’s charm turned off a girl. He’s internally yelling at himself. She picks up her board and walks to her friends. He asks if she surfs—“duh” and holds up her board. Max is quietly laughing behind him. He asks is they wanna catch some waves. She gives him a long look and says sure.

Her name is Avaline, or ava. She mentions her and her friends are road tripping and she mentions their route. Their going through Hawkins. He tells her they live there and that she should visit. She gives him a brilliant smile and agrees. Max and el love her.

Joyce and hopper ended up buying a house together and Susan got a house coincidentally, near them. It was a street or two over from will and Lucas and a straight shot to Dustin’s. The entire club was back together.

Aveline visits at the most inopportune time. She knocks on the house at the address billy gave her. No response. A crashing sound echoes through the house and she jumps. She tucks her beach blond hair behind her ear and leans in to listen. A beat of silence. She gets thrown backwards with the door. A Demogorgon has flown through the door due to elevens telekinesis.

They all rush out fighting a pack of demodogs. Aveline groans as she touches the blood running down her head. Billy calls her name and hits a demo dog with Steve nail bat. He throws it back to him and Nancy throws him a shotgun. He loads it and shoots one coming behind her. He helps her up and she asks if their being invaded by aliens. Robin comments that she likes how this girl thinks.

Joyce nurses her wound and and they all explain. Ava knew billy was some kind of trouble but she didn’t know he was trouble with a capital T. They load up and try to lead the creatures away from Hawkins. Joyce has to hurriedly call all the kids parents saying their staying with will for a sleepover and she’s sorry about the inconvenience.

“I knew it.” Aveline says holding the ice pack up to her head. “Knew what?” Billy asks, while Duran Duran plays, his hand tapping along to the beat. “You’ve slept with every girl at you high school, haven’t you?” He huffs a laugh and looks at her. “Not all.” She shakes her head. “You can let me out.” “What?” She repeats. She tells him she’s not about to get in a relationship with a guy who has a rep. He says he’s not the person he was when he came to Hawkins. They’re out of the car at this point yelling and arguing and he kisses her. She melts. She hits his chest and jolts back. “Sorry” he says breathless. She pulls him back and hugs him. “You’re frustrating.” He huffs. “That’s a first.”

Of course the Russians weaponized the Demogorgons and all that jazzy stuff and they go on this big adventure and cue a scene where they all end up at s gas station to restock and get a game plan. the cashier just looks at hopper and all the teenagers behind him and raises and eyebrow. Him and Joyce look at each other and Joyce says “our kids” gesturing weakly begins her. He shrugs because he’s not paid enough for this and checks out the tons of stuff they buy.

Steve and billy bond over trying to babysit insane children and Steve is trying to keep them from doing dumb stuff and billy is yelling at them not get killed. Much betting is involved. Robin and billy actually become buddies and it freaks Steve out. Aveline just watches it all.

And after all the fiasco stuff is over, everyone is royally freaks out when Steve Harrington shows up to bring lunch to all these kids and then sits with billy freaking Hagrove and they start chatting like their old buddies.

Billy gets a job at the sheriffs station because he actually has a good head for telling people what not to do and just generally bossing people around. Hopper takes him under his wing and they patrol and keep the weirdness of the town under control. He regularly takes el and max to eat at different restaurants because he’s determined to give el some ‘worldly knowledge’

His relationship with ava is one of his longest they’re going steady. She moves in with him and they go back to Cali every summer to see her parents and his mom. They get married on the beach. Lucas makes a comment on how they’re going to have kids and when el asks billy how they have kids it’s the one question he won’t answer. Hopper was standing next to him when she asked and he gave her the Look. Billy re-evaluated his answer.

The kids think billy is kinda cool now and he keeps them in line while Harrington is off getting a degree. Billy finally has some peace when Harrington gets back and takes them off his hands.

And most importantly billy is happy.

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madelaine petsch, twenty-three, cisfemale, she/her. — SAVANNAH WALSH was just spotted out and about in los angeles with their signature VINTAGE DENIM OVERALLS. the paparazzi tried to be subtle, but the ACTRESS caught them snapping pictures and DARTED INTO THE NEAREST SHOP. they jetted off to A SECLUDED, PRIVATE BEACHFRONT before getting asked about HER UPCOMING SERIES FINALE this time, which kinda coincides with their notorious WARY attitude towards fame, doesn’t it?

HELLO hello , i’m bay & this is my sweet lil savannah ! actress , sports fanatic , dog lover , confirmed adhd ball of energy ( as far as you know ) . if she had a label , it’d be the benevolent , and . . . well , let’s just get right into this !

· ☆ . 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚜 !

full legal name : savannah raine walsh . –– her mother had a hand in her middle name , and boy was that woman a hippie . age : twenty three . gender : cis-female . nicknames : sav , savvy , little walsh ( when in context with her older brother ) pronouns : ( she/her ) occupation : actress ; sophie turner career claim . inspiration : listen . . . there’s a reason i chose sophie . also jane sloane . details : growing up with just her father and her brother , for the most part , sav was very much the tomboy type , and despite her father’s history in the mlb , the walsh kids often spent time away from him and lived a relatively normal life . this made sav’s climb to fame a bit more of an adjustment , but people seem to love the down - to - earth way she has about her . after wrapping an iconic fantasy series ( think game of thrones ) and starring in a blockbuster ( think dark phoenix ) , everyone seems to be wondering what’s next for america’s favorite sweetheart .

· ☆ . 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 !

micah “mickey” walsh came from nothing . he was a natural born athlete with the drive of a kid who had nothing to lose and everything to gain , and he could’ve stepped right out of high school and onto a minor league baseball diamond , but his parents –– loony as they seemed –– insisted he go to college first , and he spent four years playing for vanderbilt , where he met his wife marnie . they fell in love , hard and fast , and by their senior year , they were throwing together a shotgun wedding in order to say their vows before her baby bump began to show .

the first few years were a whirlwind with mickey never giving up his dreams of having a family and having a professional baseball career. two years in , he was called up to the big leagues , and thus began the ICONIC career of mickey walsh , second baseman and a monster at bat . after three years in the mlb , the walsh family grew , and when SAVANNAH RAINE was born in chicago , illinois , wrigley field filled to capacity celebrated .

three years later , mickey was traded to the boston red sox , and the walsh family moved again . for some time , things were well , and they appeared to be living the dream . mickey loved boston , and boston loved the walshes , so much so , that contract after contract was renewed at fenway . when savannah was five , however , tragedy struck and her mother fell ILL . by the time sav was six , she’d succumbed entirely to her illness , leaving her and her brother , luke , to grow up without a mother .

the walsh family was devastated , mickey taking indefinite time off from his career to be with his children . his parents moved to boston shortly there after to help out with things around the house . mickey tried to keep a happy way about him , but after a season out , everyone could tell he was itching to get back , if only for the DISTRACTION of the game . . . so luke & sav grew up darting around fenway park . they attended every home game , stayed up to watch all of the away games , and they genuinely loved it . babysitters chased after them in exhaustion , and their grandparents did the most they could to raise them right .

savannah was always a FIERY little thing , and it had nothing to do with the red locks she’d inherited from her mother . she was joyful and playful , kind and a lot for any one person to handful . she asked too many questions and had QUITE a knack for theatrics . most of all , though , from a young age , she was simply good . . . and she really never expected to get into acting .

all of that energy had to go somewhere , though , and seeing as she was dramatic as is . . . she was enrolled in dance classes and school theatre projects . she took a liking to acting , starring in school plays and toying around writing her own short films . in high school , savannah was everywhere . . . spread far too thin . but hey ! keeping busy is what this girl lives for !

at sixteen , she enrolled at an acting camp during the summer in los angeles , and this is when she found out that her family and friends weren’t simply full of shit , like she’d assumed . she had talent , and she could make a career of acting . . . and unlike others , her rise was a bit too quick . she spent the summer going to auditions , and her BREAKOUT role was one of her first . . . v much a sansa on game of thrones type of deal .

sav finished off high school through a personal tutor and online schooling , but NOT going to college , for either of the walsh kids , was never an option . so she wagered a gap year from her father , so she could film seasons 2 & 3 of her show . other seasons were filmed during summer months , on breaks , and on long weekends . she SPED through her degree at new york university , and graduated in 3 , freeing up time to act full time .

there’s a GENUINE way about her that just . . . captures people , when she isn’t in character . in interviews , on talk shows , on red carpets . . . she’s just blatantly very soft , very sweet . skeptics think it’s an act , but anyone who KNOWS savannah knows that the only thing she fronts for the camera is constant energy . ya girl is tired . . . all the time , but will never admit to it !

after one of the most watched television series finales of all time and a franchise film –– along the lines of x-men/marvel –– stunning the box office , savannah is taking a moment to SLOW DOWN , because she’s never exactly done so . . . right now , she’s trying to figure out where to take her career next with a pile of scripts sitting at home and the world of the silver screen at her fingertips .

· ☆ . 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 & 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚜 !

like i said , miss savannah is very outgoing , very bubbly . she’s good with people . . . but let it be known that she’s an introvert at heart . my girl is queen of leaving parties early .

definitely the lost-in-a-daydream type , and she’s always been a bit of a QUIET hopeless romantic . less grand gestures and magnificent romantic adventures , more of just . . . a genuine believer in love . which . . . CERTAINLY lines up with the way her life threw her for a loop , just after nineteen , and one (1) nate carpenter absolutely turned her world upside down . it took all of one chance meeting , and sav was completely smitten . despite the fact that their dads kind of sort of ?? hate each other , they are happily planning on spending the rest of their lives together , dipping out of Famous People Things by 9:30pm at the latest .

painfully honest . . . maybe a little too honest. if she’s not careful , she can occasionally say too much and put her foot in her mouth . no amount of media training can REALLY rein it in . . . so her publicist is well paid and honestly . . . she has a hell of a time keeping spoilers to herself , so a lot of interviews regarding big plot lines are often with castmates aksdjfha

has a dog named hercules ! not named after the greek hero . . . or the disney movie . . . but rather named after the massive beast in the sandlot . her hercules is a mutt she rescued as a pup . they’re not really sure what he is . . . only that he’s kinda big and definitely has some german shepherd in him .

sports fanatic af . her dad played professional baseball , and now he coaches for the new york yankees . her brother is a household name for hockey fans . . . and , well , catch her in a bright blue dodgers jersey with the name carpenter on the back , every baseball season !!

she hasn’t TOTALLY grown out of her tomboy-ness . she still wakes up early to go surfing , still does far better in beat up converse than she does in HEELS , insists on the thrill of doing her own stunts , curses like a damn sailor , and loves a good worn in denim . queen ! of ! rocking ! overalls !

thinks about her mom a lot , but tries not to do to the fact that it just fuckin . . . makes her sad and anxious . the grief , she can handle , but the nerves ? her mother died of breast cancer , and savannah STUBBORNLY refuses to get tested to see if she’s got the genetic marker for it .

still visits her grandparents in boston often

has a very .. . strange relationship with fame . she knows it’s fleeting , and she doesn’t really care for her private life being prodded into . in fact , that’s the worst part of it all . it’s taken a toll on her self - esteem , here and there , but for the most part. . . . she tries not to let it get to her . if she could do the acting thing without the fame , she honestly would .

ok that is . . . my girl savannah . i hope y’all love her as much as i do bc i am vERY EXCITED ok !! HIT ME WITH A LIKE & I’LL COME SWOOPING IN FOR PLOTTING !!

#luxuria:intro #* / . . . INTRO . / *#this is a DAMN mess y'all

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katiekitty261 · 6 years

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Extraordinary//Young!Michael Langdon x Fem!Reader

Request- Could you write a young Michael fic where the reader comforts him while he’s learning how to use his powers and her just being so proud of him 24/7 and encouraging him and it’s really fluffy like y’all are THAT couple bc I’m sorry young Michael’s vulnerable ass gets soooo attached to the people he loves and if he can tell you’re genuine? He’s yours for life and that the tea.

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This is literally the sweetest thing I've ever written.

Warnings- f l u f f

Word Count- 2500+

“We don’t typically allow women here…” one of the leaders spoke, staring at me uncomfortably.

“Michael refuses to stay unless she is allowed to stay with him…” the instructor who brought me here said.

I stood next to Michael gripping the sleeve of his suit jacket. He smiled at me softly.

“So be it. She can stay, as long as she stays by his side. I don’t trust any of these boys around here…”

“Wonderful. Let me show you guys to your room. Now, because of these… special circumstances, you are staying in a private room. We can’t have the others left alone with a girl. Much too vulnerable.”

I bit my lip, I had to admit I was nervous. When Michael came to my door I was surprised to see him. He was my neighbor, he had always been the quiet and reserved type. I was infatuated with him though, the way his blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight, his smile he let slip occasionally.

We became friends quickly, we usually stayed outside together, taking walks or lounging on the porch. He was shy at first, but he blossomed like a rose once he felt comfortable around me.

It made my heart soar, I always knew there was something special about Michael, and it made me happy he felt comfortable around me.

I definitely had a little crush on him. Ok, maybe more than a little crush. But who could blame me? Usually, he came to see me in the evenings, Ms. Mead, who I came to know as his adoptive mother was cautious around me at first. Protective of him. Once she got to know me, and she knew my intentions were genuine she happily let Michael see me.

The night I realized I was in love with Michael, we were watching the sunset. Laying in the grass in my backyard I was on my side facing Michael, he was on his back.

“(Y/N),” he asked turning to face me.

“Mhm?” I said, enjoying the way his hair fell around his face, his hair was one of my favorite features on him.

“Do you… care about me?”

I was taken aback by his question. He was never this forward with me.

“Of course Michael. Why? Do you think I don’t care about you?”

“No it’s not that…” he said softly. He gently raised his hand to my face, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I could feel my face heat up as his fingers gently grazed my skin.

“Then what is it?”

Michael sat up, facing away from me. I sat up too, placing a hand gently on his shoulder.

“What is it, Michael?” I asked again, I heard him sigh. He was clenching his fists again.

He turned to me and before I knew it he placed his hand on my face and pulled me into a kiss.

I was shocked at first. Michael was kissing me. Like, actually kissing me. He pulled away much quicker than I would’ve liked.

“I-I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done that…” he said awkwardly, his eyes searching my face as I stared at him.

I shook my head and smiled, finding my bravery and kissing him again. This time, I closed my eyes and felt the softness of his velvet lips on mine. He kissed me gently at first, before wholeheartedly embracing me, wrapping his arms around me, I did the same, my fingers laced in his hair, feeling the softness of the waves I had dreamt about running my fingers through. My heart was beating fast in my chest, but I couldn’t concentrate on anything except the feeling of him against me. He held me tightly, kissing me like his life depended on it.

By the time he finally pulled away, the sun had completely set in the sky.

I gently touched my lips, swollen from the intensity of his kiss. He smiled at me broadly. His eyes crinkled at the edges in an endearing way.

“(Y/N),” he said as he took my hands in his. Sitting on his knees In front of me.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

I had never felt as happy as I did then at that moment. I excitedly wrapped my arms around his neck and he fell backward into the grass, with me practically on top of him.

“I love you too Michael… I love you so much…” I could feel tears start to form in my eyes at my confession. I hadn’t realized it until now, but I had been in love with him the entire time I’d known him.

There was always something about Michael Langdon that drew me in. He was like a drug that I never wanted to stop taking. A high I felt every minute we spent together. I could’ve died at this moment and been okay with it.

Michael wrapped himself around me again, holding me tightly to his chest.

“I’m never letting you go (Y/N)...”

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It had been over a week since I had last seen or heard from Michael. It was making me feel increasingly nervous as the days went on. I knocked on his door, but no one answered. I was initially worried he had changed his mind about me, but I brushed that thought off. Michael had a habit of getting himself into trouble, and he would never tell me about it. It worried me, but I wasn’t going to pry in his business.

The most intimate thing I knew that he didn’t really tell me about was his mother's particular religion. I didn’t really care. Who am I to judge? But Michael wasn’t happy when I found out, but he seemed relieved in a way. It didn’t change how I saw him, he was still Michael Langdon to me. The beautiful boy from next door.

And then one day, he showed up.

I breathed a heavy sigh of relief when I opened the front door to see him standing there.

He was wearing a suit, with a satin bow tied around his neck. His hair was styled instead of his usually messy curls. it took my breath away.

Then I noticed the cut on his cheek, healing but still noticeable.

“Michael are you ok?” I asked as I looked up At him with worry, I went to touch his face but he grabbed my hand. He held it in his for a moment.

“I’m the best I’ve ever been.”

I didn’t believe Michael when he told me He was some sort of wizard or something. A warlock, he called himself.

“Trust me.” He said as he took my hand and lead me to the car.

“Where are we going?” I pulled him to a stop. “A school. They’re going to teach me to use my power…” he said like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“I don’t understand Michael. What do you mean?” I was utterly confused at this point.

He smiled at me affectionately as he took my hands in his.

“Look,” he spoke softly, gesturing to the front door. It swung open like a gust of wind had blown it open, and then my bag literally floated out of the door.

“What the fuck,” I said dumbfounded, he waved his hand again, making the bag float it’s way over to our side.

“You’re already packed, let’s go. I’m not leaving without you.” he began to usher me into the car.

I was speechless, my brain trying to find a solution to what Michael just did, but I blanked.

“Trust me (Y/N), you’ll figure it out soon enough.” He slid into the back seat next to me. taking my hand in his, he kissed my forehead. It was comforting. I felt all the anxiety I had built up inside me while he was gone melt away with his touch.

“I trust you…” I said softly, eyeing the man in the front seat driving. He was stoic but seemed friendly enough.

“Don’t worry Ms. (Y/L/N),” he spoke up, “No harm will come to you and Mr. Langdon. He has an extraordinary gift, and we want to help him learn and expand his abilities.”

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“This will be your room.” He led us into a wide open space, a queen sized bed sat in the middle of the room. Not much else decorated the room except a desk, dresser, and a fireplace that wasn’t lit.

“It’s a little dark,” I said laughing a little. The instructor smiled at me and waved his hand. The fireplace burst into flame. Michael and I both looked at each other, I was more surprised than he was.

“That was cool! Can I try?” Michael said excitedly. I wasn’t used to him being so enthusiastic about something, except maybe breakfast. The Instructor smiled at him and made the same gesture. This time extinguished the flame.

“Concentrate on what you want to happen Michael.” He spoke, Michael let go of my hand and looked at me reassuringly.

Michael stepped away from me, taking a focusing breath, before stretching his hand toward the fireplace, within a second it burst into flame again.

“Impressive-” The instructor started to say, but Michael wasn’t finished. He waved his hand again and the flames turned from their orange hue to a brilliant pink.

‘Wow…” I stared in shock, Michael smiled at me triumphantly.

“You show a lot of promise Michael. I know you will do great here. Dinner for everyone is at 6. Ms. (Y/N), If anyone bothers you please let one of the heads know. They will be punished accordingly.” He said as he left the room, shutting the heavy door behind him.

“Michael I really can’t believe all this… I mean, I knew you were special… but wow.” I said as a gazed into the flickering pink flames.

Michael smiled at me again, I had never seen him smile so much and it was making my heart happy.

“I’m glad you are with me.” He said softly, I nodded.

I walked up to his side and gently caressed his cheek where the cut was.

“Are you going to tell me what happened?” I asked again, he shook his head.

“I’m sure you’ll hear someone say something about it…” He sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling me down next to him.

“It’s ok, you can tell me anything.”

Michael explained to me what happened that day in the grocery store. How the butcher rudely insulted his mother, and how he couldn’t control his anger. He told me, again and again, he didn’t know what he was doing, and it just happened so fast. I should’ve felt shocked, scared even. Michael had admitted that he had killed someone.

I just didn’t.

“He was a dick anyways,” I said, Michael looked up at me and laughed. A tear streaked down his cheek.

He pulled me into a kiss again. I gently wiped his tears away as I kissed him, resting my other hand on his chest as he kissed me, slowly picking up the pace. He bit my bottom lip gently, sending my brain into a frenzy.

We continued to kiss like this for several minutes, I could feel myself losing my grip on reality as his placed soft kisses on my neck, the sensitive skin tingling with his touch. He brought his lips up to my ear, before whispering “I missed you,” In a voice that made me melt.

I was shaking by the time he stopped kissing me, my breathing ragged and my heart pounding. Michael smirked at my appearance.

“No one is allowed to touch you except me.” He said in a serious tone, I nodded.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way, you’re the only one I want Michael."

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After a few weeks, Michael was surpassing everyone. Even people who had been here many months more than him. He was becoming a man I greatly admired, his confidence had grown tenfold and his personality showed it. He went from the timid Michael that I knew most of the time to a much more confident, almost cocky Michael. He strode around the school, confidence in every step he took.

It was actually very sexy.

It was becoming increasingly harder for me to keep my hands off him, especially at night when we were alone. Sleeping in the same bed with him was becoming a monumental task of personal willpower.

I wasn’t really experienced in the realm of sex, and I wasn’t sure about Michael. I wasn’t going to make a move on him until he did. He didn’t exactly make it easy for me. The other night he changed in front of me, making sure he watched my eyes as he unbuttoned his shirt agonizingly slow. I could've sworn my nose was bleeding by the end of it. He laughed. That didn’t help either.

I usually followed him to all his classes, per the instructor's rules. Leaving Michaels side wasn’t recommended. I knew why, too. Some of the boys here where downright gross. Everyone that even looked at me wrong got a glare from Michael if they were lucky. The unlucky ones tended to get more than they bargained for.

After more than one incident of boys mysteriously flying across the room and hitting a wall, the others stopped messing around.

One thing I had learned about Michael during our time here, was that he loved to show off. If someone did something, he always made a point to do it better. I was constantly impressed by him.

On the rare occasion that he had trouble, I was always by his side. A soothing touch always brought him peace.

Some of the guys didn’t go after me. Some of them went after Michael. It was entertaining most of the time. Like the time a boy was sitting next to me while Michael was doing something with one of the instructors, he whispered in my ear.

“Damn girl… I can’t believe you get that all to yourself.”

I burst out laughing in the quiet room. Michael quirked an eyebrow at me and smiled to himself. I knew without a doubt he had heard, he always listened to what was going on around me.

“I don’t know either,” I responded honestly. Michael was definitely a man no one could resist.

Other times, It was a little less entertaining. No one was stupid enough to touch him but they definitely undressed him with their eyes on many occasions. I know Michael noticed too, his eyes would find mine in the room and he’d give me a knowing look.

I was jealous too, everyone here was talented. I wished I had been special too. I was bland if I compared myself to anyone else here. I felt insecure about it. I worried I wasn’t good enough for him. I knew female witches existed, but I had never met one. I didn’t express my thoughts to Michael about myself, but he always made a point to reassure me. He whispered that he loved me every moment he could, left marks on my skin that showed everyone I belonged to him.

“You guys are disgustingly sweet.” One of the boys said one morning during breakfast. I was resting my head on Michael, his arm was wrapped around me protectively.

“I’ve got to keep what’s mine.” He smiled down at me and placed a quick kiss on my lips.

Multiple groans rang out from the table, and I laughed.

“If you had someone like this you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands off them either,” I said, a few nodded in agreement.

“Live your best life girl.” The same guy from before said, this time making Michael laugh.

It was my favorite sound to hear. I was infatuated, Michael was becoming the person he was always meant to be. I got to be by his side, and for that, I was eternally grateful for.

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radiiostar-archive · 7 years

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i’ve got no friends... i’m my own squad. i’m so relatable.

anothER PARENT WHO IS HE AND WHAT HAS HE DONE WITH HAYDEN?

so gazelle is just a stage name despite what disney says, i refuse to let that be her real name, her real name is gemma

loves her daughter more than anything

singing is a close second tho

gemma moved to auradon just after it formed && adam declared himself king for the opportunity that it created

never really thought that banishing the villains was a good idea as she always believed in second chances

if you think this bitch isn’t an activist, you are sadly mistaken

fights for equality among everyone--hero or villain, friend or foe

still coming strong af with the pop star gig, don’t let her age fool you

writes all of her own sings from start to finish

gemma didn’t like having to raise camila in the spotlight so she tried to keep her daughter away from media in her youth

but she let her carve her own path as freedom is one of her key points in life

“you have to make the mistakes to learn from them”

was probably a part of the “naturalist” club at some point in her life before fame

is def a proud pansexual

still eats junk food all the time--diets can go to hell

— ✧ Introducing GEMMA GAZELLA the FORTY-EIGHT year old aka GAZELLE from ZOOTOPIA. She is a POP SINGER and has been residing in Auradon for TWENTY YEARS. She is known to be FREE SPIRITED & HUMBLE and A WORRIER & OVER PROTECTIVE. In another universe they’d be known as JENNIFER LOPEZ.

MORE PARENTS W H A T

so ye i brought dr facilier, whatcha gonna do ‘bout it?

frey hates the fact that he has to refrain from using his voodoo magic while in auradon

tbh wants to fuck shit up but can’T

only really settled down after he had kids bc they deserved a normal dad

only cares about his kids, even if they hate him

bc let’s face it--he was an awful person before reforming himself on the isle

left their mother a while ago

actually has a doctorate in astronomy--so he has earned the title doctor

has learned his lesson from being sent to the isle, but still has the ego of an nfl star

that is to say--he has a giant ego

bc “i am STILL the voodoo king.”

— ✧ Introducing FREY FACILIER the FORTY-SEVEN year old aka DOCTOR FACILIER from THE PRINCESS & THE FROG. He is a WORKER at WIZARD’S EMPORIUM and has been residing in Auradon for FOUR MONTHS. He is known to be CUNNING & POLITE and HOT-TEMPERED & EGOTISTIC. In another universe they’d be known as SHEMAR MOORE.

yet another parent, i must have lost my mind

another fairy wop

another mom of mads wop

so spike is a nickname, but if you dare try and call her by her real name she will run you through with a sword

and yes, it will be a sword bc this bitch don’t mess around

was a stay at home mom until coming to auradon && joining peri/elsa in the ice sculpting business

tho she’s a frost fairy so she doesn’t sculpt but rather just makes decorative frost

still lazy as fuck

cares about her kids too much, sometimes she’s smothering them

— ✧ Introducing SPIKE FROSTINE the FORTY-FOUR year old aka SPIKE from DISNEY FAIRIES. She is an FROST DECORATOR at FAIRY ICE SCULPTURES and has been residing in Auradon for THREE YEARS. She is known to be LAID BACK & SWEET and LAZY & CAUTIOUS. In another universe they’d be known as HOLLY MARIE COMBS.

TW: EMOTIONAL ABUSE

so stan was an okay guy by villain standards before being sent to the isle when wendall was one year old

if they had stayed in thousand acre forest, they might have had a nice life. stan might have given up thieving && stopped being such a hard-ass

but instead, stan fell into a cycle of being nice && then awful

wendall never knew what he would wake up to the next morning. it all depended on if his dad was in a good or bad mood. spoiler alert: it’s usually a bad mood

he was used by his dad to further stan’s goals (which are now far worse than stealing honey)

basically, stan was an asshole who manipulated his child && constantly called him awful, awful things to keep him around

on the isle, wendall was kept home by his father unless he was needed to sneak into someplace that only a young kid could

because of this, he now maps out every room he ever enters. exits, entrances, possible hiding spots, the works

always thinking of escape

when the invitation to come to auradon came to him, he jumped on the opportunity to get away from his dad

wendall’s a hard worker--he studied up && graduated a year early back at dragon hall (which explains why he’s twenty-one && a senior). it came from always having to be aware of the world as to not disappoint his father

tends to stay to the background, looking for things to do instead of just doing them. constantly thinking. ask him what he’s doing and you’ll get the answer of “just thinking” every time

holds onto the past with an iron fist. he’s not letting it go that easily. it would be hard for him to do so--it’s been ingrained in his brain

— ✧ Introducing WENDALL WOOZLE the TWENTY-ONE year old descendant of STAN WOOZLE. He is an ONLY CHILD. He is a SENIOR at AURADON UNIVERSITY. He is known to be SAGACIOUS & PERCEPTIVE and DECEPTIVE & TIMID. In another universe they’d be known as FINN ROBERTS.

this bitch’s full name is nieran longwei lemutt

he has no qualms with the fact that he is adopted--never bothered him. as far as he knows, his birth parents were a couple of losers anyway for leaving him on the side of the road

has been called “niagara falls” in the past bc he was a crybaby as a child && his name kinda sounds like niagara

always humming tunes. was probably a part of some shitty high school band. will burst into song at any moment.

gives to charity

all around a v nice boy

loves friends. loves siblings. loves music.

— ✧ Introducing NIERAN LEMUTT the TWENTY-SIX year old ADOPTED descendant of DUG & ALPHA. He has SIX SIBLINGS. He is a MUSIC TEACHER at AURADON PREP. He is known to be UPBEAT & KIND and STERN & RAMBUNCTIOUS. In another universe they’d be known as HENRY LAU.

#descendcnts:intro #NOBODY CARES HAYDEN. SHUT UP ALREADY. ;; ooc #tw: abuse

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Yoonmin fanfic idea #5: Partners in Crime

!!WARNINGS!! -a lot of death (like actual descriptions of murder) and very very brief mention of abuse. Also, they are really fucked up mentally (like they are absolutely insane) If you choose to ignore the warnings and read this anyway and then comment about those warnings I will probably block bc I did warn you.

(One more note: this is so fucking long and I’m so sorry, I am doing this over the app and I don’t know how To make it hide the majority Of It and just say read more)

Ok, so, they are really fucked up but I like this idea

So, when Yoongi was a kid he was put into an orphanage at the age of 6 bc his family was killed. Yoongi was the one who killed them. Yoongi was playing in his parent’s room and found his father’s gun. He knew exactly what he was doing when he pulled out the gun and walked into the kitchen where his mother was. Yoongi thought his parents were unfair and mean (in reality they were just kinda strict but he is a 6-year-old and ya know, 6-year-olds don’t exactly realize why their parents do certain things). They always let his older brother get away with things but never let him do the same. So he killed them all. The judge and jury decided not to charge the kid with any kind of murder bc he is 6 and probably didn’t think he would actually kill them. So they sent him to an orphanage that helps the kids they get mentally.

At this orphanage, Yoongi met a kid named Park Jimin. Jimin came to the orphanage when he was 4, a month before Yoongi came. He was standing at the doors and knocked. When a woman answered the boy handed her a later and said, “Mommy told me to give this to you.” The letter basically said something along the lines of “I don’t want him to be hurt anymore. My husband will continue to harm him if he is with us. I’m sorry. He is allergic to bees.” ( just to show that she really loves Jimin is the reason I add the allergy. You don’t have too.) The letter was right. Jimin looked as if he had been beaten badly and after examination, there were signs that the boy had been sexually abused.

So when Yoongi came to the orphanage Jimin noticed he was different. Yoongi seemed to isolate himself from other kids and if he did talk, Jimin never saw it. After a month of watching Yoongi closely, Jimin knew Yoongi ate alone so during lunch Jimin sat beside him. Jimin talked to Yoongi even though it was more of a one sided conversation but any time Yoongi spoke, nodded, or made some kind of noise Jimin became really happy. From then on Yoongi and Jimin were joined by the hip.

When Jimin started school things started to change. Yoongi had noticed but didn’t say anything, well, until he was really missing Jimin’s smile. Eventually, Yoongi asked what was wrong and Jimin told him that the kids at school teased him bc of his height, chubby cheeks, and things like that. Yoongi told Jimin that every day he would wait for Jimin at the school gates and have Jimin point out the people that bullied him that day. So the next day Yoongi was at the gates and Jimin pointed out the kids. Yoongi told Jimin to wait for him and he went up to the kids. He took them somewhere where Jimin wouldn’t see them and he would beat them up.

That routine continued until high school. By then the majority of kids knew Jimin was protected and off limits. But sophomore year Jimin had a crush. He would talk about the boy he was crushing on to Yoongi every day. Yoongi told him that the best thing for him to do was tell the boy his feelings. He told him that even though every time the boy’s name came up in conversation Yoongi’s heart hurt. All Yoongi wanted was for Jimin to be happy. Whether that is with him or some other guy Yoongi doesn’t care, as long as he can see Jimin smile.

So Jimin tells the boy and they start dating. Then one day Yoongi walks into his and Jimin’s shared room (small details: they never got adopted bc no one wanted Yoongi bc murder and Jimin refused to get adopted without Yoongi so they still live in the orphanage until they graduate and Yoongi, even though he is incredibly intelligent, purposefully fails two grades so they can graduate and leave the orphanage together.) To find Jimin sobbing his eyes out.

Yoongi asks what happened and Jimin raises his arm to where Yoongi could see a darkening bruise on Jimin’s wrist, “He just wanted me for sex. We were in school and I was just walking and he grabbed my wrist. He pulled me into the janitors closer and he was trying to get me to let him fuck me but when I said no and tried to leave he tightened his grip. He put his hand down my pants and squeezed my ass. I eventually got out of his grip before he could do anything else. After that, I ran here.”

Yoongi was fuming, “Do you know where that dick lives?” Jimin nodded and told him where he lived. Yoongi climbed out of their window and left after he turned back to Jimin and told him, “I’ll be back later.”

Yoongi goes to the boy’s house and somehow gets the boy to go on a walk with him. They walk and talk for a while. The sun goes down and night falls. Yoongi had been able to distract the boy long enough to get him to follow Yoongi to a deserted part of town. When the boy least expected it Yoongi jumped him. He beat him far beyond what he usually would and right when the boy was on the verge of passing out Yoongi started to slam the boys head into the concrete repeatedly. Not only did Yoongi crack the boy’s skull but also the concrete. Once Yoongi was sure the boy was dead he dragged him into the woods that were nearby and left him for the animals. Yoongi walked to the gas station that he and Jimin go to after school to get snacks. He went to the bathroom and washed the blood off of his hands and face before he called Jimin.

Jimin answered and Yoongi asked him, “Jiminnie, I’m at the gas station. Can you bring me a change of clothes?” Jimin said he would and then hung up.

When the younger boy got there Yoongi reached his hand out of the bathroom to get the clothes, not wanting Jimin to see the blood. He quickly changed and left t the bathroom to see Jimin leaning back against the wall, “Yoongi, what did you do?”

Yoongi didn’t look at him, “Let’s just say you will never see or hear from that guy again.”

There was a small silence that fell between them before Jimin grabbed his hand and they started walking back to the orphanage. Jimin ended up resting his head on Yoongi shoulder and when Yoongi noticed and looked down Jimin smiles at him softly, “Thank you Yoongi.”

That night Jimin slept with Yoongi in his bed.

After that night the news of the boy’s disappearance was all over town. A few people that knew Jimin had been dating him tried comforting him and Jimin ended up making some friends. After a few months all of the rumors calmed down and things went back to normal.

All was good for two years. After two years Jimin and Yoongi graduated and they moved into a small apartment together. This was temporary of course. They would both be moving to a bigger city once fall came and Jimin started college. Yoongi decided not to go to college and instead try for a career in music.

So, one-night Yoongi came home and found Jimin crying in his room. Yoongi asked what was wrong and Jimin told him that one of his “friends” was spreading lies about him. Saying that Jimin would sleep with anyone who showed interest. Jimin could handle that rumor though. The one he couldn’t take was the lie that Jimin had killed the boy he dated in high school. A specific thing Jimin says is “Why is it that any time I get close to someone they always hurt me. You are the only one that has really been there for me Yoongi, thank you.” Yoongi was going to go out and confront the ass hole that was spreading lies about his precious Jimin but before he could leave Jimin grabs his wrist and is like “Please don’t get involved yoongi, we are going to leave this stupid fucking town in a month. Just stay.” Yoongi couldn’t protest so he stayed home and they ended up on the couch watching one of Jimin’s favorite movies. Yoongi didn’t pay much attention to the movie though, he was too busy planning the death of the person who hurt Jimin.

The week before they left Yoongi had gotten in contact with Jimin’s “friend” and he asked them out to coffee. They said yes and so they went to a small cafe. Yoongi held a conversation and made it seem like he was genuinely interested in the person but when they excused themselves to the restroom Yoongi slipped a deadly drug into their coffee. One sip and the drug would kill them in just 24 hours. When they came back Yoongi continued being polite and friendly. Two days later word of the person dying of heart failure reached Jimin but they had already left. Yoongi asked if he was ok but Jimin just nodded his head and said, “The ass hole got what they deserved.

After that, things seemed to calm down. Yoongi was able to get a decent job writing music and selling his songs to a big name company. Jimin finished college in four years and was currently working at a small cafe close to his and Yoongi’s apartment. It was a temporary job while he was trying to find a better job, one he went to college for preferably. But at the cafe is where Jimin met Jeon Jungkook.

Jungkook was a young college student two years younger than Jimin. His major was art and he came to the cafe Jimin works at almost every day to study. It was only natural for Jimin to learn his name and then eventually start talking to him. Jungkook was cute and unbelievably funny. Jimin commented how he liked Jungkook’s art and the next week the younger came to the cafe with a beautiful painting of Jimin. The older loved it so much he hung it up in his room. When Yoongi asked where it came from Jimin blushed lightly and told him about Jungkook. After that Yoongi wanted to meet the boy so Jimin asked Jungkook to come over and that’s when they met. Yoongi was friendly. Jungkook seemed like a genuinely nice kid but the way Jimin blushed and giggled every time he said something didn’t sit well with him. The way Jimin’s arms kept finding their way around Jungkook’s arm made Yoongi want to puke.

After the first meeting he, Jimin, and Jungkook met a few other times and with each meeting Yoongi started to hate the boy more. Jimin seemed to be glued to his hip. They weren’t even dating. Why would Jimin do this? Didn’t he say it himself? Anytime someone gets close to Jimin they end up hurting him. The only exception so far is Yoongi and he doesn’t see why it’s worth it to find anyone else if there is a possibility of Jimin being hurt again. So, the only thing Yoongi can do is kill Jungkook before he hurts Jimin.

On a day that Yoongi knows Jungkook stays late at the university he attends he waits for the younger boy. When he sees Jungkook walk out of the building Yoongi starts following him. It was pitch black so Jungkook didn’t notice the person following him until he heard the footsteps. After he noticed, Jungkook started walking faster and then eventually he was running but Yoongi knew the neighborhood they were in a lot better than Jungkook. He was able to cut Jungkook off by taking a shortcut. When the boy saw Yoongi right in front of him he seemed to relax a little and Yoongi wanted to laugh. Jungkook was about to speak but Yoongi was able to push him down and knock him out by slamming his head on the ground. Yoongi walked him to the area he had picked out to bury the kid. When they got there Jungkook was coming to and was about to try to get away when Yoongi quickly threw him onto the ground and straddled his waist. Yoongi pulled out the knife that was in his jacket before he discarded the garment and pressed the knife to Jungkook’s throat with little pressure.

Yoongi looked at the frightened boy and felt pity for him, he sighed and told him, “Jungkook, you were a genuinely nice kid, but there are people who I thought were nice that hurt my Jiminnie really badly. That’s why I’m doing this. If I don’t then you will just hurt him and then I would have to do it later. This way we can skip the whole part where Jimin gets hurt. Besides, I really don’t like the way he looks at you.” Jungkook tried to speak but Yoongi slammed the knife into his right arm, “Nu uh, if you make any sounds I will drag this out a lot longer. If you’re good, I’ll end it quickly.”

Jungkook had tears in his eyes and he was biting his lips so hard there was blood but that was nothing compared to the feeling in his arm. Jungkook nodded as Yoongi took the knife out of his arm. Yoongi drug the cool metal of the knife up Jungkook’s arm and over his collarbones, “Ya know, I really hate your arms. Every time you would say something just slightly amusing Jimin would cling to them like they were life savers. It was really nauseating to watch.”

Yoongi then proceeded to drive the knife down into Jungkook’s left arm. From his wrist all the way up to his shoulder the knife ripped open his skin to reveal bright red blood. Yoongi sighed when he felt Jungkook sobbing underneath him, “It must be hard to keep quiet. Do you want me to go ahead and kill you?” Jungkook nodded vigorously as he kept his lip between his teeth. “Well, since you didn’t technically hurt Jimin I guess it’s the least I could do. Jungkook, I hope in your next life you never meet me or Jimin. That way you can have a chance.”

That was the last thing Jungkook heard before the knife was slammed down into his neck. Yoongi watched as blood rushed out of the wound and felt his anger at the boy grow as he remembered how he acted with Jimin. He raised the knife out of Jungkook a neck and then repeatedly drove it into his chest and stomach. There was so much blood that by the time Yoongi was done his clothes were basically soaked and he had blood on his face as well. Yoongi dragged Jungkook’s lifeless body into the hole he had dug and quickly covered the body with dirt. Before leaving he grabbed his jacket he had taken off before he killed Jungkook and put it on. He was careful to hide his clothes and face as he walked home.

Once he got home Jimin had long been asleep. The younger always went to sleep early. Yoongi took his jacket off and put it in his room before he made his way to the bathroom. Locking the door Yoongi took off his clothes and looked in the mirror. Jungkook’s blood had seeped through his shirt and it covered parts of Yoongi’s chest and His face had blood splattered on it. Yoongi didn’t feel guilty. He didn’t feel remorse. He felt pride and excited. This was the first time he felt alive in years.

The next few weeks Jimin didn’t even mention Jungkook. The painting was still hanging in his room. As far as Yoongi knows, Jimin had no idea. He didn’t act differently towards him. If anything Jimin seemed to smile and cling to him more.

Yoongi was in heaven.

Well, until another boy came around.

His name was Jung Hoseok. Yoongi was at the cafe when the two met. The minute he came through the door Yoongi could tell Jimin was interested. When the boy went up to get his order Jimin smiles at him and even touched his arm. It was disgusting.

A few weeks went by and Jimin brought Hoseok over a few times. He was actually really funny. Hoseok was a dance teacher for kids and he was just a year younger than himself. He was so nice that Yoongi had thought maybe he wouldn’t have to kill Hoseok

Yoongi probably wouldn’t have if he didn’t come home to Jimin sleeping with his head resting in Hoseok’s lap while the older was carding his fingers through Jimin’s hair.

Yoongi went to his room immediately after seeing the sight. He sat on his bed, barely holding in the anger he was feeling while trying to talk himself out of the plan he had already made. Hoseok had gotten too close. Yoongi had too. There was nothing he could do. Hoseok had to die.

Since Yoongi was closer to Hoseok than he was to Jungkook he simply asked the boy if he wanted to go see a movie. Hoseok said ok and they went. When the movie ended it was almost midnight. Hoseok lived somewhat near him and Jimin so they were walking together when they passed the cafe Jimin worked at. Yoongi made up some excuse about how Jimin left something behind the cafe and he had to get it so both of the boys walked around the building.

Hoseok noticed the big hole that had been dug and turned around to ask what it was for but he was met by Yoongi holding the gun to his head. He stuttered, “Wh-what are you doing? I-Is that real?!”

Yoongi looked at him, “If you wouldn’t have gotten so close to Jimin we could’ve been friends. I’m sorry Hoseok. I wish you better luck in your next life.” Before he could say anything else Yoongi pulled the trigger and Hoseok fell to the ground dead.

Yoongi pulled the dead body into the grave. He took one last look at the boy before burying him.

By the time Yoongi gets home it’s past 2 in the morning. He doesn’t expect Jimin to be awake but when he shuts the door Jimin comes padding out of his room in nothing but a long sweater. He rubbed one of his eyes before yawning. Yoongi had to hold back from cooing.

Jimin smiled sleepily at him, “Why are you back so late? Didn’t the movie end at around 12?”

Yoongi nodded, “Yeah, but something came up. I had to go do some things.”

Jimin yawned again, “Was it a good movie? You know I like watching movies. I wish I could’ve gone.”

“It was good. I don’t think you would’ve liked it that much though. It was a horror movie.”

Jimin laughs quietly, “You’re right. I probably would’ve cried.”

Yoongi smiled at him, “Go back to sleep Jiminnie. It’s late.”

Jimin shook his head, “I had a nightmare. I can’t sleep.”

Yoongi sighs, “Jimin you really need to sleep. You have work early tomorrow morning.”

Jimin pouted, “Can I sleep with you then?”

Yoongi tried to hide his smile, “Of course, come on.”

It was about a month and a half after that when Jimin found another boy. His name was Namjoon.

They met at the cafe, the place where Jimin had met the two previous boys, while Namjoon was out “looking for inspiration” for a song. When Namjoon saw Jimin apparently he knew that Jimin would be the perfect place for inspiration (Yoongi can confirm that Jimin is the best place for inspiration but that doesn’t mean he is ok with Namjoon’s stupid pickup line).

Now Yoongi never truly met Namjoon before he killed him. He only ever heard about him from Jimin. He was tall and handsome and apparently had dimples as deep as the ocean (Jimin’s words, not his). Yoongi got tired of hearing so much about this guy but it wasn’t until Jimin ended up spending the night with him did Yoongi want to kill him in one of the worst ways possible. Jimin explained to Yoongi that Namjoon invited him over to watch movies and they ended up falling asleep but when it started becoming more and more frequent did Yoongi follow Jimin to the man’s house.

From then on Yoongi started following Namjoon. He found out where Namjoon worked, where he went after work, the people he hung out with. Yoongi knew Namjoon’s daily routine better than his own.

Finally, about 4 months after Jimin met Namjoon did Yoongi introduce himself. He bumped into the man as he was leaving a coffee shop that was close to his work causing him to spill his coffee all over Namjoon’s shirt. Yoongi stuttered out an apology begging Namjoon to let Yoongi buy him a new coffee. Namjoon eventually told Yoongi he could. Yoongi got Namjoon’s coffee and slipped a poisonous liquid into it before giving it to him. Yoongi walked Namjoon back to his work, he talked about the things Namjoon liked So the taller man would drop his guard. Yoongi suggested they hang out later that night. And Namjoon asked where so Yoongi suggested the cafe. Namjoon agreed and they parted ways. Yoongi knew that Jimin didn’t work the afternoon or night shifts at the cafe so he wasn’t worried about being caught.

They met up again at the cafe and Yoongi offered to order Namjoon’s drink. The older man tried to say it wasn’t necessary but Yoongi insisted. Yoongi did the same thing he did that morning and before he gave Namjoon his drink he made sure to slip something in it. The two boys talked for a few hours. Every time they needed a refill on drinks Yoongi was the one to get it, making sure to slip the liquid into the drink before handing it to Namjoon.

Soon the cafe was closing and Namjoon and Yoongi were just walking the streets. About half an hour after the cafe closed Namjoon complained about how his stomach ached. Yoongi, faking concern, asked where the boy lived. Yoongi already knew that Namjoon lived a good 45 minutes away so when he told Yoongi the older insisted that he come back to his apartment. Namjoon agreed and when they were walking back Yoongi told him that behind the cafe there was a short cut to his house. Namjoon followed as Yoongi led the way to the “short cut” but right as they got behind the cafe Namjoon collapsed. Yoongi smiled to himself. He timed everything perfectly.

Yoongi quickly helped Namjoon lay down on his back but while doing so he took the syringe out of his jacket and injected Namjoon with the rest of the poison he had been slipping into his drink.

Namjoon looked up in pain, “What the hell was that?!”

Yoongi stood and watched as Namjoon tried to get up but the poison left him basically paralyzed. Yoongi tutted, “It’s useless ya know. You won’t be able to move. But that pain you’ll be feeling right about,” Yoongi looked at the time and waited a minute, “Now,” and as if right on cue Namjoon let out a long groan of pain, “Is all of your organs shutting down. In less than five minutes you will pass out and in less than ten you will be dead.”

Namjoon looked up at him, “Why?”

Yoongi chewed his bottom lip, “Because you got way too close to my Jiminnie. He spent the night at your house so many time in the last few months. Nothing a couple more you would hurt him. I know you would. I don’t want him to get hurt.”

Namjoon struggled to get his words out, “But won’t this hurt him? If he finds out? He would hate you.”

Yoongi shook his head but felt a small rush of panic, “He won’t find out. And besides, my Jimin would never hate me. I’ve never hurt him before. I’m the only one he can trust.”

Before Namjoon could say anything he passed out. Yoongi just sighed as he took Namjoon’s body closer to the hole he had dug a few days before. A few minutes later he checked the pulse and Namjoon was dead. Yoongi rolled the body into the grave and covered him in the dirt.

When Yoongi got home it was a bit past midnight so you could say he was a bit shocked to see Jimin up and coming out of the bathroom freshly showered.

Yoongi tried not to look too much at the way Jimin had pushed his wet hair out of his face and instead looked at him confused, “What are you doing up so late? You are usually in bed by about 10.”

Jimin stopped for a moment before biting his lip, “I woke up from another bad dream. I was in a cold sweat and I couldn’t go back to sleep. It felt disgusting.”

Jimin had been having nightmares quite a lot recently. Yoongi was a bit worried, “Are you ok? What are they about?”

Jimin took a moment to answer, he seemed to be thinking the dreams over, “Losing you. In every dream, you always get hurt or die.”

Yoongi throws him a small smile before walking over to him and putting an arm around his shoulders and walking them to his room, “You know I’m not going anywhere. You also know you can sleep with me anytime you have a bad dream too.”

Jimin smiles up at him, “I know Yoongi. Thank you.”

And so things were fine again. Jimin seemed to have nightmares almost every night so he would sleep in Yoongi’s bed, he can’t say he’s upset. The two grow closer and Yoongi had truly never felt happier.

Until almost half a year after Namjoon died and one-day Jimin told Yoongi he had a date.

Upon hearing those words Yoongi’s heart cracked a little. He asked who with and Jimin explained he met a guy just a year older than Yoongi named Seokjin. When Jimin explained all of the things they had talked about when they met in the cafe he had a small blush on his cheeks and a small smile on his lips.

When Jimin left for his date Yoongi really did throw up. It was repulsive to even think about Jimin outright dating someone. With all of the other boys, Yoongi stopped them before they could get that close. This left him with a small window of time to kill Seokjin, but he could do it.

That night before Jimin came home Yoongi went out and bought a few pieces of wood and barbed wire. He was feeling creative when he came up with the way to kill Seokjin.

The day after Jimin’s date Yoongi found Seokjin. It wasn’t that hard after Jimin told Yoongi everything about the guy. He even told Yoongi where Seokjin works so it was actually relatively easy.

Seokjin worked really close to the cafe so by the time he got off he was walking past the building to go home. Yoongi was walking towards him and when they were just about to past each other Yoongi pretended to double over in pain. Seokjin quickly walked to him to ask if he was ok and right when Yoongi had the chance he injected Seokjin with a drug that would make him pass out.

When the older man fell to the ground Yoongi sighed to himself and dragged him behind the cafe. Waiting for them was a large box that Yoongi made and in the insides of the box, the walls were covered in barbed wire. Yoongi lifted him up and into the box and hammered the top of the box on.

A few minutes later there was panicked breathing coming from inside the box. Yoongi tutted as leaned down right next to the box and spoke, “If I were you I wouldn’t move.”

Seokjin must’ve moved because Yoongi heard the man hiss in pain, “What is this? W-Why am I in this?”

Yoongi laughed, “Because you were going to hurt Jiminnie if I didn’t put you in there.”

“ Wh-what? What do you mean? ”

Yoongi sighed, “Part Jimin, the actual Sun. If I don’t kill you, you will hurt him.”

“ Why would I hurt Jimin? ”

“Because everyone does except for me. You got too close.”

“ How exactly is this going to kill me? It’s just going to hurt me. ”

“It will kill you slowly. If the barbed wire doesn’t kill you first them running out of oxygen will.” Yoongi explained.

And so they waited for which ever came first. By the time it hit 2 in the morning though Yoongi had enough waiting. He stood and started to push the box to the hole he had dug. Once it fell into the hole Yoongi heard a muffled scream and couldn’t help but laugh at himself.

He made quick work with burying the box. By the time he was finished it was past 3 and all he could think about was how he wouldn’t be able to hear Seokjin when he finally died.

When he got home he was smiling to himself. He really did do a good job this time. Maybe Yoongi will get more creative with future kills. Maybe he could make it a game. That would be fun.

Yoongi goes to his room after he’s cleaned up a bit and on his bed he sees Jimin curled into himself fast asleep. Yoongi sighs to himself before putting his pajamas on and then slipping into the bed. He lays down to where he could face Jimin but as soon as he gets under the blanket Jimin moves towards him and wraps his arms around Yoongi’s waist. Jimin puts his face in Yoongi’s neck and his legs tangle with the older boys.

Yoongi has a soft smile on his lips as he looks at the younger. He could feel his heart rate quicken a little as well. Yoongi softly kisses Jimin on the top of his head and before falling asleep he whispers, “Good night Jiminnie.”

Almost a year later was the next time Jimin found a new boy.

Jimin met him, as usual, at the cafe. They got along so well that Jimin asked him over that day. Yoongi came home and they were sitting on the couch talking with some anime playing in the background. When Jimin noticed Yoongi he smiled and introduce the two boys.

Taehyung seemed harmless. He smiled with genuine happiness and he acted so carefree. His looks were the complete opposite of Yoongi’s. Taehyung was tall and had beautiful tan skin. For some odd reason, Yoongi didn’t feel like Taehyung would be a bad presence in their life.

So Taehyung coming over became an everyday occurrence. When Yoongi would get home he would be sitting with Jimin on the couch, either talking about whatever happened to him that day, listening to Jimin talk, or just watching television. Taehyung seemed to genuinely want to not only be Jimin’s friend but Yoongi’s too.

Taehyung would constantly make an effort to talk to Yoongi. Asking how his day was and little things like that. Taehyung was so unlike the other boys. Sure, the others, if they met Yoongi, only ever acted friendly towards him. Taehyung was being kind and seemed happy every time Yoongi talked to him.

Another thing that might have helped Yoongi not kill Taehyung was the way Jimin acted towards him. Jimin never really flirted or anything of that sort. They were strictly friends.

Until they weren’t.

One day, many months after Taehyung entered their lives, Yoongi came home and what awaited him was something he would have never expected. Taehyung was on top of Jimin kissing down the shorters neck as Jimin let out small moans and pulled at Taehyung’s hair.

Yoongi was truly shocked. He didn’t know what to do or say. He just shut the door a bit louder than he would have usually and the two pulled away from each other. Jimin had a small smile on his face when he looked at Yoongi but Taehyung couldn’t even meet the older boys eyes.

Yoongi looked at the two for a few minutes before he felt his blood book with anger. He felt betrayed. Yoongi himself let Taehyung in and now that he had this is what he comes home too.

Before Yoongi could let how absolutely infuriated he was show in front of Jimin he left and went to his room. He slammed the door and Yoongi felt tears come to his eyes. He doesn’t know if they are from heartbreak or anger but either way, he ends up sobbing his eyes out that night.

The next day Yoongi doesn’t have work so he stays home. While Jimin goes to the cafe he gets a text from Taehyung asking good he could come by. Yoongi smiles to himself as he texts back telling Taehyung that he can.

By the time the younger boy comes over Yoongi had planned how he would die. This time Yoongi really would play a game.

Yoongi made tea and asked if Taehyung would like a cup. The taller boy gladly accepted and Yoongi grabbed a water bottle for himself.

Taehyung drank the tea before speaking, “Yoongi, I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for yesterday. It’s just, one thing led to another and, well, you saw where it led too. The truth is I’ve kind of accidentally developed feelings for Jimin.”

Yoongi nods, “Don’t worry, Jimin is an easy person to develop feelings for. Trust me, I’ve had feelings for him ever since about freshman year of high school.”

Taehyung’s eyes went wide, “Oh god, I’m so sorry Yoongi. If I would have known I would have never-”

Yoongi smiled, “I said don’t worry Taehyung. You’ll be gone soon enough.”

Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows, “What do y-”

That was when Taehyung passed out.

Yoongi quickly dragged Taehyung to his bedroom and sat him in a chair that he had placed in his closest. He grabbed tape and made sure Taehyung was unable to move. As he finished up Taehyung was starting to come back to his senses.

Taehyung looked up at Yoongi, “What? Why are y-”

Yoongi laughs, “You always want to know why. Every single person always wants to know why. Isn’t it obvious? Because if I don’t kill you, Jimin will end up getting hurt. I remember seeing him in high school getting his heart broken and in elementary school when he would get bullied. No one is allowed to hurt Jimin anymore. He even said it himself, anyone that gets close to him hurts him. The only exception is me. I’ve never hurt my Jiminnie. Now, shut up. If you’re good I may not be as harsh as I have been in the past.” Yoongi shoves a rag in Taehyung’s mouth and then puts tape over it.

And so Yoongi keeps him like that for three days. For three days Taehyung sits in his closet and had nothing to eat or drink. He barely got any sleep, too afraid to try. So, when Yoongi finally opens the door, at what Taehyung can only assume is night, he is grateful. But the feeling goes just as quickly as it came when he felt something heavy slam against his head.

Yoongi cuts Taehyung free from the chair tapes him back up again and carries his unconscious body all the way down to the cafe. When they get there Yoongi props Taehyung up against the wall and wakes him up.

Yoongi sighs when the young boy’s eyes go wide, “So, I’ve decided to be nice. Because you were so kind to me I’ve decided I’ll give you a choice. I can either shoot you or I can give you a good overdose of sleeping pills and after you are dead asleep put a bullet through your brain for good measure. Both of these are definitely nicer than how I’ve killed most of the boys.”

Yoongi pulled the tape off of Taehyung’s mouth and the boy spoke, “Boys? How many people have you killed?”

“Are you asking for total of just because of Jimin?”

Taehyung looks at him in horror before answering, “total.”

“Well, let’s count. First, my mom then my father than my brother, so, three. Then add a couple of kids I accidentally killed when I beat them up in elementary school. Then Jimin’s first boyfriend and a person that was supposed to be Jimin’s friend but hurt him. Then four other boys before you. So, eleven.”

“W-Why would you kill your family?”

Yoongi smiled, “Because they were mean.”

“ The kids? ”

His smile vanished, “Because they hurt Jimin.”

“ The boyfriend? The friend?”

Yoongi scowled when he thought of those two people, “The boyfriend tried to sexually abuse Jimin and the friend spread lies about him.”

Taehyung thought for a second, “Ok, I don’t blame you for the boyfriend. But what about the other four boys?”

“ They were getting too close to Jimin. They were going to hurt him. ”

Taehyung shakes his head, “So you are trying to protect Jimin by killing the people he cares about?”

“H-He doesn’t care About them.”

“Then who does he care about?”

“ He cares about me. We care about each other. Ever since we were little we have loved and looked out for each other. ”

Taehyung sighed, “Well it must suck to know that once he finds out about this things will be different.”

“ Wh-what do you mean? Different? Jimin would never leave me. ”

“Why should he stay? He can’t have anyone else if he is with you. He can’t have friends or boyfriends. If he finds out about this he will leave you.”

Yoongi shakes his head violently, “No he won’t. He wouldn’t.”

“He will hate you and never want anything to do with you ever again.”

That’s when Yoongi lunges. He brings Taehyung to the ground and wraps his hands around the young boy’s neck. His legs are wrapped around Taehyung’s waist as he cuts the younger boys oxygen off. Taehyung struggles but he is still taped up. Yoongi feels Taehyung’s plus slow down and then eventually stop. Taehyung goes limp beneath him.

Yoongi sighs as he gets up and drags Taehyung’s body into the hole he had dug. He covered it with the dirt before heading back to his apartment.

The whole way home what Taehyung had said had been going through his head. Would Jimin really leave if he found out? Would he be too scared to even talk to yoongi? Would he tell the police?

By the time Yoongi got back to their apartment complex it was late. The walk back had taken him about 20 minutes longer. Yoongi took a long way, he didn’t want to come home and see Jimin. What if he already knew?

When he walked in the apartment he expected to see a dark room with no one in it but instead, a lamp was on and Jimin was sitting on the couch.

Yoongi is shocked to see him but tries not to show it, “Oh, Jimin, why are you still awake?”

Jimin smiles and stands. He walks over to Yoongi and puts his arms around Yoongi’s neck, “Yoongi, you know I would never leave you right?”

Yoongi swallows hard, “I-I uh-”

Jimin plays with the hairs on the back of Yoongi’s neck, “Yoongi, I’ve loved you ever since we were kids. All of the bad dreams were just excuses to sleep with you. Forget everything Taehyung said. Forget what Namjoon said. I could never hate you Yoongi.”

Yoongi’s eyes grew wide, “Wh-what?”

Jimin moves one of his hands up to Yoongi s cheek, “Baby, I know all about them. Every single one. From Jungkook all the way to Taehyung. I don’t just know about them, I picked them. ”

“Y-you picked them? What do you mean?”

Jimin smiles softly, “Yoongi, I know how much you enjoy killing and hurting people. When we were kids you would always take the people who bullied me somewhere you thought I couldn’t see and hear them up. The two times you accidentally killed them I noticed how you smiled just a little bit more than usual. Then when you killed that piece of shit boyfriend I had the days afterward you couldn’t help the bright smile on your face, even when you were by yourself you had a small smile. After you killed the friend that hurt me you couldn’t stop smiling. Every time you killed someone your smile would get brighter. So, once we got settled in here I had the idea of picking people out. This was also a test. To see if you actually loved me as much as I thought you did. So, I thought I’d start easy. Jungkook. A kid that would fall for anyone that flirted with him. Then when you Really did kill him I knew. You really did love me Yoongi. So, I just needed to see how much you really loved me. So, I picked Hoseok. A guy that I knew would eventually fall for me. He was so friendly I knew it would be harder for you to kill him,”

His smile widens, “but you did. Then Namjoon. I didn’t even introduce you two. But you still found him. Still killed him. Killed him for me. Now, I wanted to see if you would kill without me even talking about them a lot, so there was Seokjin. Oh, that’s was fun to watch. After him, I figured you loved me just as much as I loved you. But then I met Taehyung. Now, I knew he would just be friends. I actually just wanted to be friends. But a few weeks after I met him I had a brilliant thought. Would you really kill someone who was close to you? So, I let you two get close to each other. There were multiple times where I thought about not doing it. I mean, Taehyung was actually really nice and you actually let him get close to you. But then that night he confessed to me and I knew he had to go. It’s a shame, I really did consider him a friend. But I knew it would take a lot for you to snap so I decided to kiss him. When you came home I could barely hold my excitement. You were so angry. So, I waited a few days but then yesterday I went to your room to hang something up and I saw Taehyung in your closet. He was so scared. I took the tape off of his mouth and he begged me to let him go. I couldn’t help but laugh. He really thought I would help him. After saying goodbye I taped his mouth again. And then, tonight,” Jimin rested his head on Yoongi’s shoulder and held him close, “you killed him. ”

Yoongi was stunned. He’s killed 5 people just because Jimin wanted him too. Jimin picked them out, all of them just for Yoongi. Jimin picked out people for Yoongi to kill just because the younger knew Yoongi enjoyed the feeling he got when he killed. God, Yoongi never felt more happy in his life.

Yoongi pulled back just a little from Jimin but moved his hands to rest on the boy’s waist, “You said it was fun to watch Seokjin die. How did you see it? Was he the only one you saw?”

Jimin pulls away and takes Yoongi to the couch so they could sit. He holds Yoongi’s hand as he speaks, “I saw all of them. There is a security camera out back of the cafe. The morning after you killed Jungkook I walked in on the person who usually watched the footage and I was talking to them when you popped up on the screen. I told them that they were needed somewhere and I quickly took the flash drive and put it in my pocket. After that, I went back that night and worked some magic and basically, they don’t get the real footage, that goes right to my computer. I’ve got to say Yoongi, you a brilliant killer. They all died differently.”

Yoongi looked down at their hands and smiled, “Which one was your favorite?”

Jimin smiled at Yoongi, “well, I made a list. My least was Hoseok. Purely because it was over too quick. Then Namjoon, it was a little boring. But then the next three were amazing. I couldn’t help but watch Seokjins death over and over. That was just so cool how you killed him. And then Jungkook. If I’m being honest, the way you killed Jungkook turned me on. Or maybe it was the way you looked afterward. I was awake when you got home that night. I saw you covered in his blood and I almost came right there. I don’t know why but all I wanted to do was lick his blood off of you. I wanted to know if it was still warm. I wanted to know how it felt in your hair. I couldn’t help myself that night. I got myself off on my fingers and came to the mental image of you naked with Jungkook’s blood all over your chest. God, Yoongi, you have no idea how much it still gets to me.”

Yoongi watched Jimin as he spoke. He felt himself get hard as the younger boy told him how much he affected him. The way Jimin described it made Yoongi want to interrupt him and kiss him long and hard but instead he asked, “And what about Taehyung?”

Jimin looked like he could groan, “Oh God Yoongi, tonight was so good. I-I kinda followed you. I wanted to see it in person. I got there right as you gave him a choice. I couldn’t help but think how nice that was of you Yoongi. But then he started to say all of those mean things and I had to hold myself back from coming out killing him right then and there. He had no right to be so mean to you after you were so nice to him. But then you lunged at him. When you wrapped your hands around his throat, oh fuck,” Jimin threw his head back against the couch and let out a groan, “it was so hot,” he looks back at Yoongi, he took Yoongi’s hand and raised it to his neck, “I wondered how it would feel to be underneath you. For you to use your hands on me like that. I wanted to know.” Yoongi put the slightest bit of pressure on Jimin’s throat and the boy let out a ruff moan. Jimin moves to where he could sit on Yoongi’s lap, “I - I couldn’t help it after a few seconds of seeing you like that. I ended up putting my hand down my pants and getting myself off to it.”

Yoongi groaned. Not only was Jimin perfectly fine with Yoongi killing, he enjoyed it, got off to it. It was the hottest thing Yoongi has ever heard.

Yoongi brings his hands down to Jimin’s waist and grand his waist. He feels Jimin start to slowly grind on him. “You really like it when I kill?”

Jimin nods his head quickly, “ I really do. ”

Yoongi couldn’t help the smile that came to his face, “Then why don’t we continue this? You can pick out who I kill and then you can watch me. Maybe even help me if you like.”

Jimin not his lip and let a soft moan out, “Please, I would love that Yoongi.”

“ Then we’ll do it. Maybe we could even get a house so we can have a place to kill them. We can’t really do that in an apartment. ”

Jimin nods but he doesn’t say anything. He just leans down and connects their lips for the first time.

This is getting really long so I’m not really going to go into the smut that happens after but basically, there is a choking kink and they really fucking love each other. And like, Yoongi’s very gentle bc he never wants to hurt Jimin. But Jimin fucking wants him too. So eventually Yoongi gets rougher and Jimin is like putting in his hands after that.

So, for the end, it like a few months or a year later and they are looking for someone they can kill. Yoongi had already killed many more people with the help of Jimin luring them to their house (They got a house btw) and Jimin had a nice flower garden to cover where they bury the bodies.

But anyway, they go to a club and Jimin is flirting with people because he is still the one who picks who Yoongi kills. But then he looks back and sees this girl flirting with Yoongi. He gets pissed and walks over to them.

He puts on a fake seductive smile before he gets her attention, “I see you’ve met my friend Yoongi. What’s your name?”

Yoongi looks at him a little confused but Jimin just shakes his head the slightest bit to tell Yoongi to just play along.

The girl takes one look at Jimin and it’s obvious she likes what she sees. She tells Jimin her name and he leans down to whisper in her ear, “Why don’t we all go back to our house and we can show you a good time?”

The woman smiles, “I think that would be a great idea.”

So they all go back to Jimin and Yoongi’s house and Jimin leads the woman down to their basement, a place where Yoongi does the majority of his killing. The woman makes a comment about how it’s a pretty odd place to have sex but Jimin fake laughs. He looks at Yoongi and asks, “Yoongi, can I go first?”

Yoongi nods and he takes a seat in a chair that Jimin sits in when he watches Yoongi murder. Jimin starts to kiss the woman’s neck but as he did he held eye contact with Yoongi, the older man did not like this already.

Jimin started taking the woman’s clothes off and eventually, she is laying down and Jimin straddling her waist. He reaches for something that Yoongi couldn’t see.

Jimin whispers in the woman’s ear, “You should have never flirted with my boyfriend.”

And then Jimin brought up the thing in his hands and smashed it into her skull. She screamed but she couldn’t leave, Jimin outweighs her, she was trapped.

Jimin brings it up again, it was a rock, “He’s mine you Bitch. How dare you try to touch him.” Another strike. “You little whore. He’s mine.” Another one. “All mine. You can’t take him.” And another.

A few minutes later, long after she died, Jimin drops the rock and he is breathing heavy. Yoongi doesn’t move, he can’t. Jimin just killed for him and it was the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

Finally, when he comes to his senses Yoongi gets up and walks over to Jimin. He pulls him off of the woman and pushes him into the floor. Yoongi kisses him hard. He tasted a bit of the woman’s blood on Jimin’s lips but if anything that turned him on more.

When they break apart they are both trying to catch their breath. Yoongi smiles a little, “Now I get why you like to watch me kill.”

Jimin looks at him worried, “You wouldn’t have actually gone home with her, would you? She was pretty. I know you kinda like girls too. But you wouldn’t leave me would you?”

Yoongi smiles fondly down at him as he wipes some of the blood off of Jimin’s cheek, “You said it best Jimin, I’m yours. I don’t look at anyone but you. I will never leave you, baby.”

And then they make love in the woman’s blood bc why not.

~end~

this is so fucking long oh my god. i hope you like this, i know its pretty fucked up but i really like the idea. if you want to use this idea please credit me so people can find my account. thanks!

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