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beefrobeefcal · 11 months

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OKAY okay I just think...pegging Frankie thoughts here. His favorite positions are missionary (he's a sweetie) and doggy style for the following reasons.

Missionary because it's intimate, he can hold you close and keep his face in the crook of your neck as you take him apart nice and slow. Feeling his hips, pressing your thumbs into his sides a little bit for leverage and to revel in the plush of his middle...

And hittin' it from the back!!! Using his love handles to manhandle him around in bed, hunching over his back as he takes all of you ... Feeling the way his belly hangs and soothing it lightly as you speed up inside of him. Taking his hand in your own and pressing it over his gut, asking if he can feel you, and he swears that he can—sidenote, Frankie definitely has a size kink.

AND! Pressing down between the blades of his shoulders, forcing Frankie down onto the bed so he's face down-ass up. He snivels and moans into the pillow, biting at the fabric as he unintentionally ruts into the sheets on every thrust until he cums.

Aaaand scene. Sorry I have many thots.

To Nonnie, Love Beefro

I… I didn't know I needed this, Nonnie… thank you 🥵🫠🥩

Smuttiest regards,

Beefro 👌🥩💜

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Beefro Proudly Presents:

a Chubby!Frankie one shot

The Catfish & The Mouse: Frankie Gets Notched Down a Peg

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Summary: Frankie joins in on an age old tradition for Mouse's Birthday.

Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)

Word Count: 1,521

Content Warning: Smutty smutty smut smut, pegging, birthday cake getting burned, lube, butt stuff

Author's Notes: Thank you to @romanarose for instilling the THOT in our hearts & minds, and to my lovely Beta Fish @neverwheremoonchild for doing what they do best 💜

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“I wanna… I wanna peg you.”

Frankie’s face read ‘huh?’ as he looked at you, pinned underneath him.

“That’s what you want for your birthday?”

“Yes.”, you grinned bashfully.

Frankie had tacked you on your bed upon returning home from work, demanding to know what you wanted for your birthday this year as he tickled and playfully bit you. Even though your birthday was over two months away, he liked to be prepared.

Need less to say, your answer stunned him, leaving his heavy weight pinning you to the bed.

“Is… that okay?”, you finally broke the silence timidly. You’d done the research and neither you nor Frankie were strangers to each other’s back doors, but this was new territory for the both of you.

“Didn’t know my princess was so kinky…”, he responded in a low growl before resuming his tickles and bites.

*****

Thankfully this year, your birthday landed on a Friday, and you were able to take the day off. Frankie wasn’t but that didn’t mean he hadn’t booked you for an all-day package with Hannah at your favourite spa. He said he wanted you to be relaxed and feel good, ensuring you’d be ready for the night’s main event. Hannah was acting like she had no clue what ‘event’ he was referring to, but you suspected a surprise party at the bar you frequented.

The spa was amazing. By the time you and Hannah poured yourselves into Will’s SUV, you felt like goo. Between the facials, manicures, pedicures, massages, mud baths, and champagne, neither of you would have been fit to drive yourselves home.

You waved Will and Hannah goodbye as Hannah screeched “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOUSE!” out the window, and walked up the steps to your house. As you unlocked your front door, you thought it weird that neither of them teased or hinted at a big night, but maybe they were getting better at hiding things.

Walking into your home, you could smell something burning. You rushed into the kitchen and found Frankie pulling out a cake pan with the charred remains of what was possibly cake. He looked up and gave you a sheepish smile.

“Happy birthday, baby!”, he chuckled.

“Oh honey…”, you sighed with a laugh. You walked up to him and looked in the pan, then placed a kiss on his cheek. “You’re too sweet.”

“I tried one of your ‘from scratch’ recipes, and… let’s just say that it’s probably for the best it burnt.”

You both started laughing and Frankie tossed the burnt, and likely wrecked, cake pan into the back yard to cool.

*****

After giving you your presents, Frankie led you into the bedroom. Last year, he led you into the room to show you the new vanity he built you, with Benny’s help, in your ensuite for your birthday, and the year before, the new bed frame and matching bed side tables. You wondered what new furniture would be waiting for you this time, and when he opened the door and stood back, you saw… nothing new.

You looked up at him confused and he nodded towards the bed, and you looked at it. A pretty, pink box with a purple ribbon.

“Frankie… you’re spoiling me!”, you giddily chirped as you skipped over to the box and opened it.

You moved the tissue paper out of the way, and before you sat a bright violet harness and a neon pink dildo, with a pink bottle of lube.

Frankie came up behind you, snaking his arms around your waist and kissing your neck.

“Thought you’d wanna look pretty wile you fuck me, princess.”

*****

Frankie helped you get into the harness, all while you both giggled and kissed each other. Once you were strapped in, you kissed him, pushing him back onto the bed, stroking his rock-hard cock slowly.

He grunted into your mouth, breaking the kiss.

“Fuck… princess… how… h-how do you want me?”, he panted, looking up at you with pleading eyes.

Your eyes went dark. It was so very rare that Frankie gave up the dominant role in your love making, and this was truly the first time he was giving it up without you asking. He was yours to do with what you wish. You’d watched a few pornos with strap ons, and while the idea of fucking him missionary was definitely appealing, for your first time, you figured that doggy style would be more approachable. That, and when he fucked you like that, you loved how much control he had over you.

“On your knees.”

He smiled and huffed a nervous laugh and rolled over as you put a towel underneath him, just in case.

“You ready, baby?”. You cooed, reading under him, giving his heavy belly a squeeze before gripping his cock and pumping.

“Yeah… yes, fuck, yes.”, he sputtered breathily.

“Okay, baby… safe word?” Your tone was that of a kindergarten teacher, as you squeezed some of the hot pink lube onto your middle and index fingers.

“P…Paul Simon.”, he grunted as you pressed your finger to his tight muscle.

“Paul Simon.”, you cooed back with a smile, working your finger into him. “I like that.”

He grunted, precome beading at his tip and his hips bucked slightly into your hand. You worked your middle finger in and his elbows shook as he panted and let out small whines.

“Relax… Frankie baby, relax… I got you…”

You felt him start to give in and relax under your touch.

“There you go… feel good, baby?... tell me how good it feels…”

“So… so fuckin’ good… ahhh… so g-ah!... so good… fuck, prin-princess…”

“You ready, baby?... or you need my fingers still?”

“Ready… fuck… I’m ready.”, he stammered as his eye lids fluttered under his tented brows, and he nodded.

You pulled your fingers out and lubed up your tip and length, then gently pushed the tip into his hole. The whine that came from his mouth made cunt drool and clench on nothing.

“Oh Frankie… you like this?... yeah, baby?”, you cooed, pressing into him further.

His shaking arms finally gave out and he was now propped up on his knees and elbows as you began to pump in and out of him slowly. Franke whined and moaned, and you gripped his chubby waist, his love handles, and began to fuck him fast and hard.

“Oh… oh fuck… fuck… fuck… Jesus Christ… princess… Mouse… baby… oh god… oh fuck!”

You set your pace, keeping your focus on him and the noises he made, making sure none of them sounded like his safe word. You slid one of your hands up and on his back between his shoulder blades and pushed him down gently. He obeyed your touch and his cheek pressed into the mattress as he moaned his praise and filth.

“You feel me, baby?... up in your guts?”, you growl as your hand moved from his back to his front and slid down, pressing into his belly. His hand came up to yours and gripped it as he panted.

“So fuckin’ deep… keep… keep goin’… please… please Mouse… oh fuck…”

He released your hand and you again moved it to hold his cock. What you found made you let out a whimper: it was painfully hard and pressed against his belly firmly. You barely touched the tip and he let out a high-pitched whine and a shudder ripped through his body.

You gripped and pumped his cock as you thrusted into him over and over. Frankie’s eyes rolled back, and his mouth opened slack, and his cock shot hot ribbons out all over the towel below followed by a loud, low moan erupting from him.

You gripped his cock, offering a few more pumps and thrusts before he whined, “Paul Simon… Paul fuckin Simon!”

You immediately let go of him and withdrew your strap on and he collapsed on the bed, panting heavily.

Crawling beside him and cupping his face, you asked worriedly, “Baby? Frankie? Did I hurt you?”

“No… no, Mouse…”, he panted with a lazy grin. “Just… just over sensitive…”

“Oh, thank god!”, you breathed, laying beside him and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

He chuckled and turned slightly, pulling your front to his, still breathing heavily and sweating. His belly was covered in his come, and now so were you.

So much for putting a towel down. You thought to yourself, smiling.

You peppered kisses over his sweaty brow and cheek, and he smiled and sighed with exhaustion.

“Did so good for me, Frankie… love you so much.”, you praised between kisses.

His eyes opened and he looked at you from under heavy lids with a goofy grin on his face.

“I’m guess this was the ‘main event’ you were referring to? Not a party?”, you laughed.

He didn’t answer, he just kept that same look on his face as his hand slithered down your side and then slipped between your legs, feeling wet you were.

“Happy birthday, princess.”, he grinned as he pushed to onto your back and slid down your body, kissing and sucking along the way.

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mizunetzu · 4 years

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hi mr. mizunetzu, how are you?? i’m late but congrats on hittin over 1k!! may i request headcanons of iida trying to show his boyfriend (he/him pronouns) affection? maybe a bit of shy or nervous iida 👉👈 thank you!!

I need,,,to start,,,working on,,,requests again,,,feel so,,,unproductive,,,hhhh HERES IIDA !!

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Headcannons - Iida trying to show affection (and failing miserably)

⚠️Warnings - none

Pronouns - male, he/him

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LET ME GET THIS STRAIGHT...this guy is not-

AHAHAHAHA ANYWAYS

Iidas love language is verbal affirmation, telling you he loves you and leaving kind ‘good morning’ texts or little sticky notes on your notebook when you’re not looking

And he was raised in a poised household, which means he wasn’t the one to run up to his boyfriend and give him a big ol’ bear hug. He had manners, regretfully

Tho it didn’t stop him from occasionally fantasizing about kissing you dramatically in the rain like in dramas

This corny guy-

So that’s why

He was

Not

Accustomed to physical touch

At All

It’s not like he didn’t want it, it’s just that he didn’t know how to yknow...do it

But damn,,,did he really want to

When you two started dating, he started reading more romance novels, and even secretly watching love dramas as a guilty pleasure, pretending those cheesy scenarios were happening with you and him

Whether it be the ‘accidental Kabedon’ or giving you his jacket when you ‘accidentally leave it at home’

Iida was such a hopeless romantic yall, it’s not even funny 😭😭

But he figured enough was enough

Today was the day he finally...

uh...

...held your hand walking to school...

...from the dorms

Baby steps, everyone. Baby steps.

You were honestly really surprised when he grabbed your hand and immediately looked away, covering his face with his hand with how red it was—

You just smiled and squeezed his hand back

The things you do to this mans heart...if he wasn’t in public he’d be squealing like a schoolgirl rn

But none the less, it became ritual to intertwine hands wherever you went, and Iida was very happy to say the least <3

I mean he was happy but his stupid heart wanted more—

Which is why he decided it was such a great idea to kiss you after studying in his room

He wasn’t a monster, he very nervously asked if he could kiss you while looking off the side stiffly and shaking his sharp hands around like a robot

You said yes and waited patiently with your eyes closed for a kiss

Iida kept approaching your face, and jerking his head away everytime he got close

really, really nervously

He looked like a chicken with the way he was bobbing his head back and forth AHAHAH

you peeked one of your eyes open to see his screwed shut, a cute, scared expression on his face as he balled up the fabric of his pants in his hands

He had his glasses off too, a sight you rarely got to see (and ngl it was pretty attractive)

He probably didn’t want to have his glasses knock into your face awkwardly during the kiss, how cute

You snickered quietly, making Iida’s eyes snap open, embarrassment flooding his already red face

“I-I-please stop laughi-mmphf-?!”

You grabbed his face delicately and smushed your lips together

He went stupidly ridgid, before letting his eyes droop close and his mouth relax into the kiss

What a great first kiss 🥰🥰

Especially when Midoryia steps into Iidas room, holding up a notebook he borrowed from Iida that morning 🥰

“Iida-kun, I came by to retuuuuurr...”

Iida snapped away from you, scrambling off his bed and slapping his glasses on his face

“M-M-MIDORYIA-KUN!”

“Hi, Midoryia, ahaha...!”

Midoryia threw the book on the bed

“I-I-I AM S-SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY-! ILL BE GOING THEN-! UH-ENJOY YOUR K-K-KISSING-!”

And with that, he slammed Iida’s door shut.

Yes. What a wonderful first kiss 🥰

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mediocre--writing · 3 years

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au where steves dad is the abusive one?

ok i saw this whole thing a while back about how nancy slapped steve in s1 and he didn’t flinch or cower away and people said it could be a result of getting used to not flinching...

so steve’s dad is an all powerful, mighty businessman who needs the perfect wife and kid, meaning it has to be that way at home, as well.

steve is kinda used to it. like a little slap here and there are no big deal and he’s a little brat most of the time, so he kinda deserves it.

and, let’s just say, maybe billy moved to hawkins with his mom and her new husband (max’s dad) but he’s still pretty upset with the move. not as destructive, but still mad he’s been pulled from his home.

he befriends steve pretty quickly, they’ve got very similar personalities deep down and they recognize it pretty quickly.

billy’s a clingy friend. he’s the type of person to find one friend and latch on for life.

that’s why it’s so peculiar to him that he’s been friends with steve for almost a year now but has yet to go to his house.

steve’s always busy or his parents are having a brunch party or something. and billy gets it, sometimes you just don’t wanna be at your house and need a getaway, but this is bordering on ridiculous.

ridiculous as in steve has a drawer and a half of his stuff in billy’s vanity, plus a few jackets hanging on the hooks by the door. it’s weird.

and so, one random sunday that billy knew steve had nothing to fill his time on, he goes to his house as a surprise.

he had blissfully ignored the little signs between steve, himself, and his mom. the ones that flinch at loud noises and don’t particularly like bigger men. he figured it was whatever. he’d continue to barge into steve’s life if it was the last thing he’d do.

he rang the doorbell, waited for an answer.

“...nd when i get back there you better get rid of that bullshit you call a sense of humor or i’m gonna give you a real reason to cry!”

billy’s eyes widened at what he’d heard, but quickly composed himself as a man, he assumed john, steve’s father, answered the door.

“hi, how can i help you?” he was buttoning his shirt cuffs and looking annoyed as ever while staring down billy. as if he had better things to be doing.

“i’m here for steve,” billy have a small smile that felt more like a snarl.

“he’s busy right now—“

“but we’ve got a project. it’s due monday and we’re only halfway through,” billy chuckled as if he were telling an amusing anecdote. “you see, i’ve been blowing off our study meetings and he’s been telling me, you know, i’ve gotta do my share of the project, but i’ve been goofing off. you get that? right?

“so, anyway, my moms all on me about my grades and i need this project to boost it up, but i can’t do it without steve,”

john is still staring at billy with a nonamused look on his face.

“what class?”

“english. we’re supposed to compare and contrast whether elizabeth should have gotten with darcy or not. i’m pretty against it, you know. he was so mean to her and his only excuse was that he’s shy? sounds like a load of crap, ya know? but steve’s all for this mushy crap. he swears they should be together forever,” billy chuckles and keeps talking. “you know—“

“kid, if you shut up right now i’ll make sure steve’s down in a second, alright?” john finally cuts him off, looking about ready to rip his own hair out (or what’s left on the sides).

smiling, billy thanks him and walks to stand by his car, waiting for steve.

“go,” john says as he storms into steve’s room.

steve’s eyebrows furrow. his dads gotten mad before, sure, but never just kicked him out like this.

“your little friend... the one with the curly hair... he’s waiting outside for you to complete your english project,” john tweaks an eyebrow as he leans on steve’s doorframe.

steve’s eyes widen then he nods, collecting school stuff, just to make whatever lie billy spewed out believable. he pulls on a shirt and grabs a coat as he makes his way downstairs.

“when you get home,” john starts as he stands near the door, waiting for steve to come down, “we’re finishing our discussion, do you understand?”

“yes, sir,” steve nods as he smiles to his mother, swinging his backpack over his shoulder, which is the wrong move because it smacks and rubs at where the belt had hit earlier.

“go on, don’t keep him waiting,” john opens the door and steve practically sprints out the door.

billy gives a half smile as he gets in the car, steve walking around to the passenger seat and getting in, throwing his book bag in the backseat.

billy backs out of the (ridiculously long) driveway and starts driving out of the neighborhood.

“we don’t... actually have a project i forgot about by some chance, right?” steve asks meekly.

“i’m not even taking english this semester, steve,” billy says as a joke, but it comes out softer and almost sounds like he’s scared to say the wrong thing.

“why did you stop by?” steve asks as the boys pull up near the entrance to the trails that lead through the woods towards the quarry.

billy only shrugs as he turns the car off and gets out, walking down a trail, steve quickly following behind.

“you didn’t answer,”

“i—i don’t know?” billy admitted, shoving his hands into the tight pockets of his jeans. “i guess, i’ve never really seen your house and i was curious,”

steve nods as they continue walking in silence, only the crunching of leaves under their feet.

steve keeps glancing over to billy, wonders if billy can tell what happened by the way steve’s walking or talking.

billy keeps glancing over to steve, wonders what’s going through his head and how badly he wants to cry or scream.

eventually, after about 15 minutes of walking in silence, they reach the peak of the quarry, and billy sits down and hangs his feet off the edge.

he pats the spot to his left when steve stays standing behind him.

steve sits down reluctantly, careful not to scoot too close to the edge.

“my dad is a piece of shit, too,” billy says quietly as he looks over to steve, trying to gauge his reaction.

steve’s big eyes grow even wider before his head snaps over to billy, mouth opening and closing multiple times.

“it’s why my mom and i moved here. she divorced him when i was like, uhh—i don’t know—maybe eight or nine? but he kept bothering us. would show up at night and bang on the door, threaten my me and my mom, all that kinda stuff. it got worse when my mom started dating trevor, he kidnapped me once, when i was 10,

“got me out of school and just took me to his house and wouldn’t let me leave or make phone calls. trevor, he was a police officer in cali, and he was the one who helped my mom find me,” billy smiled as if it was a nice little story. “i don’t know what i would have been like if i’d have gotten stuck with my dad. he was mean and vile and hit my mom and i all the time until we just left, it’s the only thing that stopped it,”

“billy—“

“it’s not a pity story, steve. i’m trying to let you know that bad situations only get worse when you try to solve them on your own. and i know your parents probably won’t divorce or anything, so let me help you because i don’t want something to go too far one day that could have been avoidable if you just had someone,”

“i don’t—“

“don’t what?” billy asked, but it sounded more like a threat.

steve’s eyebrows pulled together and he sucked his lips between his teeth, face screwing up in a way that looked almost painful. “i don’t—i don’t know what i did—“

steve let out a gaspy sob that looked like it hurt coming out of his chest, tears that had been pooling for months finally breaking through the barrier, cascading down his face and, if this wasn’t such a heartbreaking moment, almost made his big brown eyes look prettier.

billy, scooting himself off the edge, pulled steve backwards so he could fall into billy’s chest and let it all out.

“you didn’t do anything, stevie,” billy brought a gentle hand up and down steve’s back and arm, “none of this is your fault, i promise. nothing you have done or will do is ever going to make his actions justified, ok?”

steve nodded his head slowly as he continued to cry, but it was less sobbing and more overflowing emotions at this point.

“do you wanna stay at mine tonight?”

“...please,”

“of course,” billy was tempted to kiss steve on the crown of his head, so he did. “you are welcome whenever you need to come over,”

“i’m scared to go back,” steve whispered, heard only slightly over the high winds.

“you don’t have to go back,” billy whispered in return.

“yeah, i do,” steve whispered again, “he’s already mad you interrupted—“

“interrupted what?” billy asked, wondering why steve left off his sentence.

“noth—“

“interrupted what?”

“was hittin’ me with ‘is belt,” steve said into billy’s chest, quiet as he could.

“stevie,” billy cooed, and, somehow, steve didn’t feel like he was being talked down to. it may have been the way it was said or who said it, but it made him feel safe.

they kept sitting their for another hour, at least, and just enjoyed the noise of nature. not loud men, not threatening home lives, just birds singing and wind blowing and the water lapping below the edge.

#stranger things #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #mediocre—writing #mw harringrove #tw abuse #tw belt #john harrington

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ggukkiereads · 3 years

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do you know of any jungkook x reader x jin or maybe even jungkook x reader x taehyung love triangle fics

Thank you 🖤🖤

🌷 Hello, anon! Please check the NAVI for available fic recs. There was an ask for TaeKook love triangle/smut before and I update it every now and then.

I’ve read just a few fics for jin x reader x jk. Here’s what I remember and most are pwps (meaning not a love triangle).

Jungkook x Reader x Seokjin

Love Triangle (or something similar, I left notes on some fics

Threesome

MMF Smutty Threesome or Poly

Aperitivo @bangtanbetchfics

one shot | 5k | vacation au, chef au (pastry chefs), smut, pwp

on the heels of a breakup, you fall hopelessly in lust with two pastry chefs on your vacation in venice.

Under Cover @cinnaminsvga

one shot | 5.4k | supernatural au, vampire jungkook, siren seokjin, pwp

the company banquets that your family loves to host are often drearier than you would like them to be. lucky for you, your bodyguards have the perfect solution: why don’t you play a little game with them?

Hittin Her Hard by foreverpark [ao3]

sequel to Hittin Her Hay (read this first) | 12.2k | pwp

Your boyfriend (and yeehaw extraordinaire), Jeongguk, introduces you to his best friend, Seokjin, all while he proves there are more things to do atop a horse than just ride.

🌷 ggukkienote: so I adore author’s pwp, just sinfully good like douse yourself with holy water kind of filthy which I mentioned here

Lunacy @jincherie

series [2/?] | 15.7k+ | abo dynamics, werewolf au, supernatural au, urban fantasy, poly, smut, angst

Wolves mate for life, and wolves are almost exclusively monogamous. It's rare for a wolf to have a human mate, and even more unheard of for a wolf to have more than one mate. Unfortunately for you, an incident at this party lands you in the middle of every exception there could possibly be.

Love Triangle

A Lovely Little Mess @justimajin - Seokjin-centric, feat Jungkook

series [10/10] |31.k | Pregnancy AU, Unplanned Pregnancy, Friends to Lovers, Jungkook is reader’s ex, angst, fluff

Break-ups aren’t easy - you knew this way too well, however this was a break-up that was much harder to shake off then a normal one, all because of one little reason…

Home Run @jinned

one shot | 3.5k | action, fluff, crack, baseball player au, stadium staff!reader

as seokjin’s career nears its peak, he comes face to face with his greatest rival yet: the un-strikeable jeon jungkook. seokjin is close to being the first person to strike out this up and comer newbie, until he’s distracted by one of the stadium’s cotton candy selling girls. who will she leave with?

🌷 ggukkienote: the dialogues are just JinKook all throughout but it was so funny how they’re bickering and fighting over YN. So a different kind of love triangle, I guess! This is fun 😉

Lock & Key @farfromsugafanfic - Jungkook-centric

one shot | 6.6k | Bestfriend AU, semi-love triangle (Seokjin likes OC and Jungkook is all sulky), fluff, angst

When Jungkook ditches you on your birthday, your friendship looks like it’s about to crumble. Your friend group becomes tired of your bickering and decides to take the matter into their own hands. Somehow, you and Jungkook find yourselves handcuffed together.

“Say It” drabble @hayjeon - Jungkook-centric

drabble | 1.3k | married to Seokjin, affair with Bodyguard Jungkook, pwp but kind of angsty

🌷 ggukkienote: short drabble but it’s really good. it’s hot but then it’s also angsty. no appearance of seokjin.

Not Just Friends @taecalikook - Jungkook-centric

one shot | 24k | Fuckboy AU, Friends to Lovers, fluff, angst, crack, semi-love triangle

Befriending the fuckboy with devilishly handsome face and emotional capacity of a pea is not exactly your choice, especially when you met him when you were in fifth grade, attracted for the unhealthy vermillion shaded face of the nerd he was that fateful day. So is Jungkook, as he is already putting strictly platonic label on your forehead and calls it a day. But it is only a matter of time before everything changes, and it only takes a frat party, lots of booze and… a certain Kim Seokjin.

🌷 ggukkienote: OC crushes on Jin and bestfriend Jungkook crush-blocks. I remember the roommate (like OC thought there was something between her roommate and JK)

Of Stardust and Spacetime @thedefinitionofbts

series [8/8] | 31k | Sci-Fi, Star-crossed (like literally different universe) |

On clear nights he looks up at the sky, and he can still see you. He can see the image of you transcending alternate universes tied together by iridescent ribbons, passing through the iron cores of distant stars, and sliding across Orion’s belt to meet him in that magical place between the stratums of space and time.

🌷 ggukkienote: one of my favorite writers whose fics are always beautifully written and I always get so affected by the story. 💕

Raindrops @jiminiethot - Jungkook-centric

one shot | 7.4k | exes AU, camping trip, boyfriend Seokjin is jealous of Jungkook (the ex), smut

🌷 ggukkienote: Seokjin is kind of mean here 😢

posted: 2021 April 10

#asks #anon #jinkook x reader #seokjin x reader #jungkook x reader #seokjin smut #jungkook smut #jungkook fic recs #seokjin fic recs #ggukkiereadingcollection

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blouisparadise · 4 years

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Here are some amazing bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of October. We hope you enjoy this list. Happy reading!

1) You Control Me (Even If Its Just Tonight) | Explicit | 1591 words

Louis rides Harry and thinks he's in control.

2) Save a Horse | Explicit | 2400 words

Louis goes to a rodeo with Liam, and gets a lot more than he bargained for. Featuring bull rider Harry, obnoxious t-shirts, and one hell of a night.

3) El Comienzo De Una Vida | Teen & Up | 2779 words

Note: There is no smut in this fic, but it contains omega Louis, so we’ve included it in this monthly roundup. This fic is the second part of a series.

After being bartered to Harry to save his kingdom, Louis is on his way to the Alpha's homeland and he would very much like him to stop being so cautious and just kiss him, god damn it!

4) A Treat For You And A Treat For Me | Explicit | 3416 words

Louis blushed at Harry’s flirty tone. “You’re just saying that to get in my pants.” He giggled, half joking. “But thank you. I’m glad you like it.”

“Not just to get in your pants, baby. I’m being honest. You’re always cute. Are you wearing mascara?” He asked, licking over his lips. Louis in makeup always did something to Harry. He loved it.

Louis nodded, leaning forward. “I am. Do you like it? I’m also wearing some cute Halloween panties under my costume.. if you wanna see them later?” He murmured, letting his lips touch Harry’s lightly before pulling away, a tiny smile on his lips.

Harry’s mouth opened a bit, but no words came out. Instead Louis was lifted up and carried in Harry’s arms, up the stairs. “Later? I wanna see them now.” He whispered into Louis’ ear, hot breath sending shivers down Louis’ body. “Missed you so much since last time.”

5) A Kiss For Then, A Kiss For Now (And A Million More) | Mature | 6073 words

Note: There is no smut in this fic, but it contains omega Louis, so we’ve included it in this monthly roundup. This is the sequel to this fic.

A collection of moments from Petal's life with her mummy, the stinky alpha and their new baby boy.

6) Terror At Our Door | Explicit | 6201 words

A hurt man comes to Harry's home on Halloween, bringing in a world of mystery that Styles didn't want at all.

What a shame that feelings are involved too.

7) Fight Me Breathless | Mature | 7596 words

Louis Tomlinson has no idea why he’s in a London hospital for asthma, but enter Harry Styles, his doctor, who he definitely doesn’t think is hot, and he’s left wondering if asthma is why he can’t seem to breathe properly with his doctor around.

8) This Ain't Red Wine | Explicit | 9054 words

It’s not until he gets a whiff of the contents of his glass that Louis realizes his grave mistake.

That’s not red wine.

It’s blood.

It’s probably not the most rational, but his first thought is what people are going to think when they discover his body. On the list of stupidest ways for a human to die, accidentally turning up to a Vampire party has to be pretty high up there.

9) Colder Weather | Explicit | 15132 words

Note: Please remember to check tags for any trigger warnings.

Louis doesn’t know what comes over him. “Please H-Harry, take me,” Louis looks back at the farmhouse, swallowing once as his skittish eyes fall onto the master bedroom window, “Take me with you, please.”

Harry’s scent flares, the tinged anger so noticeable that Louis draws back out of the alpha’s space.

“Is he hittin’ on you?”

Louis’ right hand rests briefly against the bruise forming rapidly over the right side of his rib cage, the darkness of the night hiding the movement. “No.”

10) Those Who From The Pit Of Hell, Roam To Seek Their Prey On Earth | Explicit | 17636 words

1889. Louis Tomlinson is a student at the prestigious Harrow School for Boys, nurturing his passion for forensic medicine under the care of a particularly mysterious and dark teacher, Harry Styles, who has set his main focus on a series of gruesome murders, all of them reflecting the year 1888, when Jack the Ripper went rampant in the poor streets of Whitechapel.

11) The Shining Distraction That Makes Me Fly Home | General Audiances | 19397 words

Note: There is no smut in this fic, but it contains omega Louis, so we’ve included it in this monthly roundup.

An omega Louis and an alpha Harry find themselves in a forced marriage that gives Louis the freedom he desires in exchange for Harry being chained up a bit more.

12) Welcome to The Rivalry | Mature | 19671 words

“Welcome home!” Niall yelled, clapping his hands in excitement. “Isn’t it great?”

Louis looked between Niall and the house, unsure how to respond.

“I don’t understand,” Louis finally managed to say. “Aren’t we a little old to be living so close to campus?”

Niall scoffed. “You’re only twenty-four for fuck’s sake. There is still plenty of partying left for us to do. What better place than one street over from where a car was set on fire after the Michigan game last year?”

“Is there proof of that? Did the car have Michigan plates or something? Is there a photo I can send in a DM to Wolfie?”

As if on cue, a Twitter notification popped up on Louis’ Apple watch. He had tweeted again.

13) Welcome to the Bottom of the World | Not Rated | 20859 words

Louis is an American musher/expedition guide, Harry is a scientist from England. They meet in the middle of Antarctica, what could go wrong?

14) Reach The Heavens Own Blue | Explicit | 21070 words

He steps up to the plate, eyes glazing over as he watches Harry chew sunflower seeds, his jaw moving obnoxiously and exaggeratedly. His eyes drag down Harry’s body, settling on his large bulge, accentuated in those sinful pinstripe pants. The lines cut across it just right, curving where he’s thickest. Louis wants to crawl across the dirt on his knees and just take what Harry gives him.

Louis shuts his eyes for a moment, opening them to find Harry staring at him with a smug expression. He fucking knows. Louis gets into position and waits for the pitch. He swings when Harry throws, missing the ball just barely. Strike one.

15) Terror Of Surrender | Explicit | 31566 words

Harry instructs them to step into Crescent Lunge, stopping when he gets to Louis to adjust his hips. “I think you can bend a little more.” He helps Louis deepen the stretch, his hands tight on his hips. “Good boy.”

Louis gasps quietly, his eyes snapping to Harry’s, his heart pounding in his chest. Harry’s eyes drop to his lips, his hands smoothing down Louis’ stretched thighs, then he’s turning and walking to the front of the class.

16) Eyes Off You | Explicit | 39396 words

A Charlie’s Angels inspired fic where Louis is the brains, Harry is the charm, Liam is the muscle, and Niall drives the getaway car - and Zayn is there, too. sometimes.

17) Puncture | Mature | 43383 words

Note; This fic has mentions of BH.

An alternate universe where Harry bites Louis and hates the taste of his blood but is still obsessed with him anyway.

18) Your Touch Shouldn't Make Me Feel Like This | Explicit | 48883 words

Uni AU in which Alpha Harry has been in love with his omega friend for the longest time and one motorbike trip to the countryside with Louis made him realize that he could no longer hold back his feelings.

19) Just A Flicker In The Dark | Explicit | 57191 words

Harry Styles is his case partner. High and mighty, annoyingly smug Harry Styles who’s known him for years and has fucking seen him naked for fuck’s sake.

He glances at Venus who’s blinking up at him with curious eyes, no doubt sensing the agitation sparking in his magic.

“This is not happening,” Louis says loudly. “This is not fucking happening. I am going to kill Liam, oh my god.” He doesn’t even know if Liam is responsible for this but it feels like something he’d do to drive Louis absolutely insane - exes don’t just show up to your assigned haunted house out of nowhere. “Fucking fuck!”

He nearly jumps when Harry knocks again, his muffled voice carrying through the wood. “I can hear you, you know,” he drawls, sounding frustratingly amused.

Louis exhales, resisting the urge to scream.

20) Wild Thing | Mature | 65962 words

Harry doesn’t think love is for him, until Louis shows him just how wild love is.

21) Three Days in February | Explicit | 187642 words

Louis is cursed after a night out with the lads and the five have just three days to figure out what happened and how to break it before Harry and Louis both lose their sanity and maybe something more. Louis can hear everything Harry thinks and Harry isn’t sure he can keep his feelings for Louis a secret from his own mind.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

You can find other monthly roundup fic rec lists here.

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heychangbin · 4 years

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Ten Rounds, All Bullseyes

Wordcount: 1963

Warnings: None really.

A/N: so this was another writing exercise that kinda got away from me and thought was good enough to post.

Billy picked up the rifle, the pressure of the butt against his shoulder and the feel of his index finger of his right hand resting against the trigger guard felt effortless, second nature, like breathing or coming home from a long day and plopping down on his couch. He lowers his head, the slight tension he had felt dissipating as the apple of his cheek presses against the cool metal of the safety mechanism housing. He grips the forestock, elevating the barrel as he lines the sight at the end with his target.

He feels his military training kick in as his eyes zero in on the center of his target, his mind blocking out everything around him, the sound of blaring sirens, kids laughter, grown up chatter, and the hot sun hitting the back of his head and neck; nothing else exists in this moment, nothing but the bright red center at the end of his barrel.

He takes a breath, then another for good measure and takes his finger off the trigger guard, the edge of the thin metal scraping against the callous that never seems to completely fade as he slips his finger between the guard and trigger, then pulls.

His eyes darted to the next target and with practiced ease lockson and fires again. He could faintly make out a scream but the sound is too far away and there are more targets he needs to take out. With lighting speed he shifts and adjusts his stance, rising and lowering his aim before firing again. And again, and again.

Billy aims and fires until there aren’t any remaining targets and it's only then that he allows his senses to come back, the space around his erupt in a cacophony of sound, screaming children, too loud music, blaring sirens and vendors calling out prizes or taunts. The air once again has the scent of deep fried foods, butter, too sweet lemonade, burnt bread, boiled hot dogs, spilled beer and he could make out the acrid smell of vomit in the air, making him wince as he feels everything wash over him.

“That was some nice shootin’ there son,” says the man behind the low wooden bar, walking over to the back of the stall, gripping and rising the top of his black pants through his light blue t-shirt before reaching for one of the larger bears prizes he has hanging on the back corner of his game stall. “Hang aroun’ the shootin’ rage a lot?” he asks as he plops the bear down in front of him.

“Not really, no.” Billy says with a small chuckle as he gently lowers the rifle but the smile on Billy’s face disappears when he picks up his prize, the back of the bear is slightly faded on one side, the tails of the red ribbon around its neck fraying, and the black bead that serves as its left eye looks like it’s hanging on by a single thread.

He lifts his head and the glare he shoots at the vendor has nothing to do with the reflection of the sun on the small laminate IDing him as Jeff hanging around his neck.

“Pay for another round or take your prize and walk.” he says, crossing his arms as his eyes looking out at the crowd that's passing behind Billy

Is this guy really tryin’ ta …. Billy scans the prizes hanging around the small game stall, zeroing in on a pristine giant multi colored monstrosity that he would never give a second look at, let alone walk around a fair with for five minutes let alone the next two hours, but you, you might like it and that was enough for him.

“How much for that one?” he said, nodding in the direction of the giant prize.

The vendor looked in the direction that Billy’s eyes were trained on and chuckled, shaking his head before looking back at the passersby.

“That one there is ten rounds sonny, all pellets hittin’ the bullseye.”

Billy felt his nostrils flare,he knew the guy was trying to scam him, he had been to the fair with the Castles and won his fare share of prizes for Lisa, Frank Jr., Maria, and, on one memorable birthday weekend, for Frank to know the guy was pulling something. He tossed the bear on the low counter and reached for his wallet, taking out a few bills and slapping them on the counter, just out of the man's reach before picking up the rifle and positioning it loosely against the crook of his shoulder again.

Jeff looked at Billy for a moment before uncrossing his arms and walking over to where Billy was standing and picking up the money Billy had tossed on the low partition before fiddling with the chain that kept the rifle linked to the game stall.

“You gotta walk back the length of the chain.” he said before turning and walking to the side of the cut out wall that had the little targets.

Billy arched his right brow questioningly as they stared at each other for a beat before Jeff raised his hand and made a waving back motion.He grit his teeth and took a deep breath before taking a careful step back, then another and another. He was more than a couple feet away from where he was standing originally before the thin chain tensed and the guy nodded and flipped a hidden switch, starting the game back up.

Lights flashed and an annoying western type tune began playing making Billy pick up the rifle and press it against the crook of his shoulder, his senses focusing and zeroing in when his eye aligned with the sight at the end of the barrel,

As soon as the first target popped up, Billy took aim and shot it down, his eyes darting to the next bullseye, pulling the trigger and the target going down with a dainty clink, the next popping up almost instantly. Targets continued to pop up and Billy kept shooting, each going down with a clink that made Billy smile internally.

He was halfway through the third round when out of the corner of his eye he saw Jeff’s hand flip a switch making the targets pop out two at a time, he was expecting it and if he was being honest he had been expecting it sooner.

He quickly adjusted his speed, shooting the targets just as quickly as they were coming up, vaguely aware of the small crowd that was forming around him.

When the last clink sounded Billy couldn't help the self satisfied smile that spread across his lips when he saw the look of defeat cross Jeff’s face and a few people clapping behind him and commenting on his shooting skills as he lowered the rifle and strutted back to the edge of the bar, placing it on the bar and nodding in the direction of the giant prize he was going to be walking around with until he meet back up with the Castle brood.

Jeff scratched at his chin for a beat, staring at Billy the whole time but Billy just continued to smile and wait going as far as bouncing a few times on the balls of his feet.

“I can wait for my prize for as long as you want Jeff.”

It was then that Jeff moved and plucked the giant multi colored mess and handed it to Billy, it was heavier than he expected and the bright colored fur felt softer than it looked.He said a quick and polite thanks before wrestling the stuffed animal under his arm and started in the direction of the burger stall he knew he’d find the Castles and you.

He smiled at the thought of the look that would cross your face when you saw him walk up with this thing under his arm and hand it to you.

He spotted you and the Castles a few minutes later, gathered around a ring toss game, throwing the small red rings half haphazardly at the different colored glass bottles, the majority of them bouncing off the lip, others missing their mark completely.

He watched you from afar for a second more, wincing when one of your rings bounced off the single dark blue bottle at the very center of the table.

He saw you take the last of your rings, aim and toss, the ring bouncing off the lip of a yellow bottle and land around the neck of a clear one. He chuckled at your excited squeal at having won, you and the kids jumping as you pointed to your ring, your hands shooting up to catch the large dark sunglasses resting atop your head as they fell onto your face in your excitement.

He walked over just as you pointed at and claimed your prize, a small lion you handed to Lisa as soon as it was in your hands.

“Where’d you get that Bill?” asked Frank when he turned and saw Billy a few steps away, his face barely containing the teasing smirk that pulled at the corners of his lips as everyone turned in his direction, eyes going wide as they took in the stuffed animal he held.

“Won this bad boy doin’ what I do best Frankie.”

“Talkin’?” sassed Maria from beside Frank, making everyone chuckle

“Oh, ha ha.” he deadpanned back at her.

“Alright, come on guys, lets go get some lunch.” said Frank, tossing his arm around Marias shoulders, bringing her close to his side, turning them around and heading towards the carousel at the center of the fair that was in front of their favorite burger stall; Lisa and Frank Jr. looking at each other and saying a quick “race ya!” before going around them and breaking out into a run, leaving you and Billy behind to catch up.

Billy smiled as he took the few steps needed to stand in front of you, taking the stuffed animal from under his arm and held it out for you, you reached out your hands and took it from him, letting out a little “oof” when you felt the complete weight of it in your arms.

“More of a big boy than a bad boy.” you said, raising it enough so that its face was in front of yours, “how many games did you have to win to win this?”

He smiled as you brought the stuffed animal closer, hugging it close to your chest with a muttered so soft as you rocked your body from side to side.

“Not nearly enough,” he whispered as he looked at the smile that threatened to split your face in half. He tucked his hands in the pockets of his jeans as the reality of his words sank in, there wasn’t anything Billy wouldn’t do or no amount of money he wouldn't pay to see your eyes light up with happiness.

“Thank you Billy, I love it.” you said, turning your body just enough so that the stuffed animal was out of the way, rose on the balls of your feet and pressed your lips to his for a quick kiss that ended sooner than he would have liked.

You lowered the heels of your feet to the ground, shifting the stuffed animal under your arm, freeing your right hand and holding it out to Billy.

“Come on Russo, we better catch up to Castle and the rest of them before Frankie eats all the fries they have. It’s the only thing the kid’s been talking about for the past hour.”

Billy smiled as he took your hand, his fingers slotting between yours as you walked in the direction of the burger stall.

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maddogofshimano · 4 years

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Saejima (1988) Character Story

Yakuza 4 and 5 Spoilers

It took me a while to get to this one because there was a Valentine’s Scratcher event going on with Goromi as the top scratcher prize (only in game, not in the actual event story sadly) so I went ballistic on that.

Anyways, here’s our card!

For character stories they generally have one, maybe two talk sprites, so Saejima here is going to be looking like this for the majority of the story, even when it’s wildly inappropriate. Don’t worry about it!

Summary: A month before the hit in 1985, Saejima starts tutoring a kid and forms a bond with him. After 27 years Saejima is back in Kamurocho, but the kid was changed by the hit just as much as Saejima was...

1985, March One month before Saejima Taiga would become "The Legendary 18 Count Killer".

"Haa~ Thanks to getting wasted with my kyoudai, my head's pounding." (Tl note: he is not actually wandering around with the guns I promise.)

Saejima decides to stop in for coffee to help with his hangover. He overhears an elementary school-aged kid getting thrown out of cafe alps, it seems he just bought a single coffee and then hung around all day.

The manager tells him to go study at home. Saejima asks if there's a problem, the manager explains the situation, and the kid says that he's got a big exam coming up but his home is too noisy to study in.

Saejima asks if the store is really that crowded that he can't look the other way on this. The manager says that it's not an issue of being busy or not, but if he lets one kid sit there all day then all the kids are going to want to do the same. The kid begs for one more hour, just to do the practice exam. The manager refuses and tells the kid to scram, but Saejima says that if he pays for something for the kid, that'll be fine, right? The kid is overjoyed and calls him ojisan. Saejima says he ain't an ojisan, just call him Saejima.

The kid calls him Saejima no ojisan, and introduces himself as Ichirou, Nishiyamada Ichirou. (Tl note: there's a few different ways to read 一郎, but Ichirou is a common one and kind of matches up with the number+son of 吾郎 Goro, so that's what I'm sticking with.) Saejima tells him he better study hard, cause there's plenty of people in this world that don't have the opportunity to.

A few days later...

Ichirou is once again getting thrown out of Cafe Alps. He keeps telling the kid to go home, but he just won't listen. Saejima happens to see this again. He asks why they're going through the same song and dance again, and the manager asks if Saejima knows that after Saejima paid for Ichirou he ended up staying until the store closed and didn't cough up another cent? Saejima did not know that. Saejima asks Ichirou if anywhere quiet would work for studying. Ichirou says as much, and Saejima brings him to a nice place he knows near here.

Ichirou: Ojisan, what is this place? Saejima: Oh, here? Saejima: (I can't just tell him that it's an abandoned building the Sasai Family used to make use of...) Saejima: Uhhh... it's... an acquaintances building. We can use it however we like. Ichirou: Hmm, I see. But... there aren't any desks? Saejima: There's some mandarin boxes, ain't there? And for a cushion... cardboard will work well enough for ya. Ichirou: Yeah! ....This is kind of like a secret base, huh.

Saejima changes the subject back to this practice exam Ichirou is taking. He wants to go to a good school, but he's not very good at studying, so he hasn't been able to get the grade he needs. Saejima asks to see his study method. Ichirou shows him and Saejima agrees, that's not a very efficient method, and shows him a better one. Ichirou is surprised he knows how to study. Saejima tells him of course he does, dummy, he wanted to be a teacher. Getting kids to study would be a necessity.

Some time passes with Saejima teaching the kid how to study better, like identifying which problems will have the same sort of solutions. After a successful day they head out.

Ichirou is really thankful for all the help. Unfortunately, Ichirou's older brother's friends, a pack of goons, arrive. One of the goons tries to shake Ichirou down for cash, which Saejima does not take kindly to.

The goon calls Saejima an old man and tells him he's a dumbass if he thinks he can take on this many guys, and even Ichirou tells Saejima not to fight them, they're all members of a biker gang, and they're really strong. Saejima is of course not deterred by this, and tells Ichirou to run away if he needs to while he handles it.

Saejima tells them to keep their hands off Ichirou from now on, they agree, call him a beast, and flee. Ichirou thinks Saejima is just the coolest. Saejima asks if those guys are usually shaking him down like that, turns out they are, and Saejima is pissed that they'd do that to a kid. He tells Ichirou to let him know if they try anything like that again. Ichirou agrees, but he doesn't think it's right to be protected all the time, so he'd like to get stronger too.

Saejima asks what he means by stronger. Ichirou says that he actually wants to become a cop. His father was a great cop, and he wants to be like that. Saejima is shocked that his dad is a cop.

He recovers quickly though, and asks more about why Ichirou wants to become a cop. He says that his dad is super cool, he's so brave to be facing yakuza and protecting the common folk from bad people. Saejima says he sounds like an excellent father. Ichirou agrees, but he's always worried about his father getting hurt with how dangerous Kamurocho is, so he wants Saejima to teach him how to fight. Saejima is hesitent about this, it's dangerous to fight people, and it's better to just get out of there.

Ichirou begs to be taught, if he's going to be a cop he needs to be strong! He swears he'll be Saejima's disciple. Saejima asks if he'll be okay if Saejima's tough on him. Ichirou says of course! Thank you, Saejima-sensei! Saejima's a little embarrased to be called sensei. Ichirou asks what he usually does. Saejima says... he's a freelancer. Ichirou doesn't know what that means, but that's fine.

1985, March 10 days before Saejima Taiga would take his first steps towards becoming "The Legendary 18 Count Killer".

Ichirou hasn't shown up for tutoring for several days, leaving Saejima to wonder what's going on. He heads out to look and sees Ichirou in the street and asks him why he's stopped going to the hideout. Ichirou immediately bursts into tears.

Saejima calms him down and they go to a cafe to talk about things. Apparently Ichirou's father has been seriously injured while doing police work. He was dragged into some trouble, there was a shoot-out while trying to protect a woman but... his father was shot badly, and may never walk again.

Saejima lets Ichirou cry it all out and asks if he'll be okay to get home on his own. Ichirou says he'll be fine, and brings up Saejima's "school", which it takes Saejima a moment to realize is the ruined hideout. Ichirou thinks he's going to stop, he doesn't want to be a police officer anymore. Saejima asks if Ichirou got scared because of what happened to his dad. Ichirou says it is, and asks if it's okay if he stops going to the school.

Saejima says that things have been hard, so it's fine to take a little break, but he shouldn't lose sight of his goals to live up to his father. Even if he gets off-track, he can get himself where he wants to go anyways. He may not have his father to live up to right now, but he has his heart, and that will guide him true. Ichirou thanks him, and Saejima tells him to get some rest. (Tl note: the phrase Saejima uses a lot here is 見習うべき背中 which I couldn't find as an idiom or anything, but is along the lines of learning from/imitating [someone's] back/spine. "Live up to" is what I used for the most part)

Saejima does wonder about that yakuza incident, and figures he can look into it. Of course, by "look into it", he means beating the information out of a hapless goon.

Saejima: A few days ago there was a scuffle on Pink Street between some yakuza. Were you the one involved? Yakuza: Ah!? What do you mean!? Saejima: Ya tried to shoot that civilian woman, right? But the bullet ended up hittin' the cop who was protectin' her... Saejima: So then ya booked it outta there... That seem about right? Yakuza: Bastard, are you a cop? You can't prove nothing... Saejima: Nah. I ain't a cop. Let's just call this... payback.

Saejima thinks to himself that Ichirou should be able to rest easy now that Saejima's gotten some vengeance for him.

A few days later...

Saejima is walking past the hideout and notices the lights are on in it. Ichirou is inside, seems he's doing a lot better now, and he says that he's been thinking about what Saejima said and has decided he won't give up on his dream of becoming a police officer. He was really inspired by what Saejima said, and he thought that it's not just his dad he wants to live up to, there's another man he wants to emulate. He wants to be a man like his father, and like Saejima-sensei!

Saejima is touched. Ichirou says that with all that in mind, he's ready to continue!

A few days later, in Saejima's apartment...

Saejima gets a call, someone wants to talk to him about something important. He meets them at the park.

He's told about the hit, and asked to think it over and give his response soon.

Saejima: (For Boss Sasai's sake, there's nothin' I wouldn't do... That's what I've always thought...) Saejima: (A hit, huh. And on the Ueno Seiwa family...) Saejima: (I've steeled my heart. But even still... This is crossin' a line I can't ever undo)

Saejima goes to the hideout.

Ichirou: What? Today's our last day? Ichirou: W-Why!? Saejima: ......Sorry. Ichirou: Why? Why are we stopping? Saejima: I ain't the kind of guy ya want to live up to. Chasin' after me will bring ya nothin' but sorrow. Ichirou: ...Ojisan. I don't understand... Saejima: Ichirou. I'm sorry. ...Become an excellent police officer. Ichirou: Ojisan...

1985, April 21st. ...Saejima Taiga massacred a large gathering of the Ueno Seiwa Family. After the incident he was called "The Legendary 18 Count Killer". For his crimes Saejima was given a death sentence...

2012, December in Kamurocho... It's been 27 years since Saejima's 18 person hit. Upon hearing of Majima's death, Saejima has broken out of Abashiri Prison in Hokkaido in pursuit of the truth. This search has led him once more back to Kamurocho...

Saejima is on the run from the cops. He ducks into an alleyway only to be faced by goons. He doesn't have time to deal with them right now, and considers if he needs to just hide until they go away. Thankfully for Saejima, a police officer stops the goons. They complain, haven't they paid the cop enough? The cop tells them that he's got no room to complain, after all, it's thanks to him that these goons can eat all the great food they want outside of a cell.

They hand over the cash. Unfortunately the cop spots Saejima. He turns to run, but the cop recognizes him.

Cop: ...S-Saejima... sensei?

Saejima: Ah? Cop: I knew it... it is you. The escaped convict I kept hearing about... Saejima: ....Y-You're, no way, are you... Saejima: ...Ichirou? Ichirou: ........It's been a while. Saejima: ...I see ya managed to become a police officer. Ichirou: Yes. As you can see. Saejima: Yeah. I'm glad. As much as I wanna enjoy meetin' again, ya caught me at a bad time.

Saejima: ....Ichirou. I'm sorry to ask, but could ya pretend ya didn't see me? I still got somethin' I need to do. I can't get caught yet... Ichirou: ...Heh. What, got another person to murder? I was shocked when you killed those 18 people. "Saejima-*sensei*"... Saejima: ! Ichirou: You kept the fact that you were a yakuza a secret the whole time. Despite that, you pretended like you were a good teacher... Saejima: No, that was... Ichirou: ...It's fine. I'll look the other way. I don't know what you're planning, but that's fine. Ichirou: And, 500,000. I'll take it as a payment. Saejima: Ichirou... you... Saejima: Isn't that the same bribe you just got from those chinpira? Where did ya pick that habit up? Ichirou: Saejima!! I am nothing like the child I once was! Saejima: .....Wouldn't this make your dad sad? What happened to becomin' an excellent officer? Ichirou: ...Like a murderer has any room to talk. ...Well, whatever. Just pay me the money already. Saejima: .............Ichirou. I don't have any money to pay ya with right now. Ichirou: Is that so. In that case, I don't have any reason to let you go, right? Saejima: Yeah... Ichirou: Well, guess I have no choice... You all! Come make yourselves useful! Goons: Eh? Ichirou: Beat the hell out of Saejima. Try not to kill him. Goon: H-Huh? Why us? You already took all our cash, now this... Ichirou: ...Robbery and assault. How many more things do you think I've looked the other way on? Goon: Hnn... Ichirou: Do you want to eat shitty rice in jail!? Are you going to ruin your life!? Goons: S-Shit!!

After the fight the goons cower, Saejima is just too strong. Ichirou decides to escalate, and pulls out a dagger he had confiscated. He gives it to the goons to use, and tells them to stab Saejima to death.

Saejima: ...Ichirou. You... Ichirou: Saejima!! This is the price of your betrayal! I'll get the credit for this! Ichirou: Well!? I'll be putting away all of you fucks if you don't!! Goon: .....D-Dammiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!! Damn this shitty cop! Ichirou: Wh-... Are you really turning against me, even knowing what will happen... Goon: Shut uppp! I have a *much* better use for this! You're the one who's going to die!! Ichirou: A-Ahhhh!

Ichirou: Eh? Saejima: ...Guh... Damn, that really hurt. Goon: ....Ah. Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah... Goon: Ahhhhhh!

Ichirou: ....W-Why? Saejima: C'mon. You were about to get stabbed. Saejima: Ain't it the same kinda thing yer father suffered? Ichirou: ....... Saejima: ....Shit. I... made my choice... to take that blade...

Saejima: ...Ichirou, what are ya doing? Aren't ya gonna arrest me? Nothin' I can do about it, right now. Ichirou: ...... Ha, hahah. Ichirou: You haven't changed at all, have you. Add yet my hands have gotten so dirty...

Saejima: ! Ichirou... Ichirou: .......27 years ago. I didn't want to believe it. I wanted to think there had been some kind of mistake. Ichirou: ...I was in shock. I had seen the kind of man you were, and you were dazzling... Ichirou: ...But now, once more... I was able to see that again. Saejima: ...Ichirou. Saejima: ...Guh... Shit... Ichirou: I know a back alley doctor. They're close by... Saejima: No, I don't need taken care of. I'll do somethin' about this myself. Ichirou: But... Saejima: Heh. Stop givin' me that soft look. Ichirou: ... Then get out of here before anyone else comes. Is there anything I can do for you? Saejima: Is that gonna be okay? Just look the other way. Ichirou: Heh... I became a dirty cop a long time ago. Looking the other way one more time, for you, that's no problem at all. Saejima: ... I'm sorry, Ichirou. But... once I'm done with this, I'm going to atone for my crimes. I'll do it right. Ichirou: ... Atone, huh. Ichirou: ...Hey. Can you tell me one thing? Could I, even after all this, could I start over clean? Saejima: Yeah. People can always become better. Your feelings are proof of it. Ichirou: ........Truly? Saejima: Heh. That's what I learned from 25 years in the clink. It's the truth. Ichirou: Haha. You may be right... Police: There he is! Saejimaaaa! Saejima: Tch. They're comin'. Ichirou, see ya. Be strong! Ichirou: You as well. ......Saejima-sensei. Saejima: !

Saejima: ......Haha. Man, that's still embarassin'. ....See ya!

Ichirou: Someone to live up to, huh... Ichirou: ........Saejima-sensei. You truly are... the best teacher.

<END>

Bonus time: Hey rggo team? Hey guys?? You didn’t need to hurt Saejima MORE can’t the guy catch a break???

I like the expressions on this card a lot, here’s the rare “happy 1985 Saejima”

He makes that face exactly once for like 3 lines of dialogue while he’s teaching and then never again. Hey that hurts too actually. This card is just painful all around!!

an extra special bonus, all of the Goromis I got in my mania

She’s my highest atk unit now, beating out even Legend Majima

#rggo #Saejima #yakuza #Ryu ga Gotoku #ryu ga gotoku online #Saejima Taiga

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kiirokero · 3 years

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Selcouth (KNJ)

Selcouth: Unfamiliar, rare, strange, and yet marvelous. Old English.

Part of the “Protect the Village!” Oneshot Series!

Masterlist

Pairing: CarMechanic!Namjoon x Writer!Reader

Genre: Fluff, a bit of angst, but a happy ending :)

Note: I stg this Aquafina water be hittin’ different nowadays

Summary: Having your car break down? Sucks. Having your car break down in an unfamiliar town after losing basically everything? Yeah, that really sucks. Hopefully, the smartest mechanic in town can get you back on the road quickly.

Word Count: 3.6k

“W-What do you mean you’re letting me go?”

“I mean that you’re fired, Y/n, but I wanted to put it in a nicer way,” Your boss explained, releasing a sigh. “B-But why?” You sputtered out, “Mr. Choi, you know I need this writing job... No other position is open the city...” You begged, having the smallest of hope that he would reconsider. “I know Ms. L/n, but the company is going under, even if you stay I can’t pay you,” Mr. Choi groaned, one of his palms resting on his face.

You felt like crying. Ever since you were little, you dreamed of being a writer and sharing stories with others. When you got older, that dream changed to wanting people around the world to read what you wrote, so why not write articles for newsletter companies?

It was difficult. The city you lived in was full of competition for every job you could name. Office workers, technicians, writers. But you had nowhere else to go. You moved away from home for this. Your family sorta cut ties with you shortly after, never really caring for you in a parental way... They were just there. So you needed to succeed. You needed this job.

And now that was all gone.

So you went home, searched up writing jobs in a 50-mile radius, packed your things, got in your car, and started driving. In the next city over there was a new newsletter company getting started and they were looking for writers. It was just the thing you needed. Maybe this was the universe telling you that you needed a change of pace. That you needed a new routine, a second chance to start over and make life your bitch.

The blur of lush, green trees whooshed past your car windows as you kept your eyes on the coarse road in front of you. The rhythmic hum of the machine you were operating was the only sound you could hear. You had a music playlist, but after an hour and a half, it got more irritating than relaxing. So you sat in silence, mind blank, as you ran on auto-pilot.

Until your car made an odd sputter.

Creasing your eyebrows, you looked at the dials on your dashboard, waiting for any warning light to shine, but none did. You shrugged it off, still feeling slightly uneasy, but trusting your old machine to safely get you to your destination. Besides, there's nothing out here. It has to.

Nothing happened for another half-hour. Just the same methodical vroom of your tires on the road and whoosh of your air conditioning vents. You were just thinking about turning on the radio to whatever channel reached out here when... Sputter... Sputter.

Twice now, your car sputtered twice now. “God, please don’t do this,” You groaned to yourself, praying to whatever miracle maker was in the sky that your car wouldn’t break down on an obscure road with no big commune around for miles. Sputter... Sputtt... Sputter... It was getting worse now, but being the stubborn person you were, you refused to believe that the car you had since teenage hood was finally giving out on you.

Sputter... Sputter... Sput... put... pu.. tttt...

Sighing, you pulled over to the side of the road with what little acceleration you had left on your- now dead- car. You sat there in the driver seat for a second, gathering your scattered thoughts, blinking back your tears of frustration. “I can’t believe this,” You whispered to the quiet air in the car. You hit your steering wheel in anger, immediately regretting it when the sting of the hit hurt your hand in turn. Curse you Newton and your 3rd law.

Pulling out your phone from your backpack that laid in the passenger seat, you looked up mechanics you could call. Surprisingly, there was a tiny village not too far from here, only 2 miles, that had a mechanic. Bangtan Village. “Huh,” You murmured, “Never heard of it,”

You’ve never heard of Bangtan Village before. Then again, you’ve never went traveling around these parts either. You were always confined to the big cities for work, so it wasn’t a mind blowing revelation that there was possibly a village out here.

Dialing the number listed, the phone rung a few times before the voice of a man answered. “Hello Kim’s Car Repair, how may I help you?” His voice sounded very warm and friendly. The soothing tone called down your panicking heart, and for that you were grateful.

“Hey, um, my car broke down, do you do towing?” You asked, nervously fiddling with your fingers.

“Yes we do! Do you know where you are?”

You told him what road you were on and approximately how close to town you were and he reassured you that he would get to you soon. So you had no choice but to wait.

20 minutes later, the rumble of the tow truck caught your attention. A tall man, about 6 foot, stepped out of the truck and gave you a dimpled smile. He had tan skin and gold brunette hair that was dirtied by what looked to be the black residue that comes from working on cars. His brown eyes crinkled endearingly and he was dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans combo. He looked like the type of man who starred in a romance drama.

“Hello! I assume your the Y/n I spoke to on the phone?” He asked, walking up to stand in front of me. For a man so tall, his height was comforting in a friendly giant way rather than intimidating. “Yeah, that’s me,” You chuckled, scratching the back of your neck. “I’m Namjoon,” He said, shaking my hand. “Nice to meet you, Namjoon,” You smiled, thinking that his hands were calloused from the work he did, but they were also a tough sort of soft.

“Okay, so the plan is to tow your car back to my shop, see what’s up with it, then get you back on the road,” Namjoon explained, smile never slipping off of his face.

“Sounds good, Namjoon,” You smiled back.

Namjoon hooked up your car to the truck as you sat in the front passenger's seat, watching him do his work smoothly, like a true professional. Once Namjoon was done, he got back in the truck, “Ready?” He asked. “Ready!” You firmly nodded. “Let’s go then” Namjoon grinned.

The drive was smooth and somewhat quiet. The two of you talked here and there. About where you were going, your profession, his profession. Just very basic small talk. Before you knew it, you were in the quaint tiny village of Bangtan. Everything was spotless. The streets were free of litter, murals were painted on store walls, people were chatting friendly on the sidewalk. It was an enormous difference from the dirty, tagged, unfriendly streets of the city. It was a pleasant sight to see, a soul-cleansing image.

Soon, Namjoon had your car in the shop and was inspecting it in no time. Already getting down to the problem while you waited anxiously waited for a verdict. “Well, I have good news and bad news,” Namjoon sighed, wiping off his dirtied hands on a hand towel. “Tell me the bad news first,” You said, grimly expecting the worst. “Okay, so, it’s a problem with your engine that will take at least a week to fix minimum.” He sighed, a sad smile on his face. You groaned, hiding your face in your hands. “But the good news is! You’re in Bangtan!” He said, giving you jazz hands.

“What do you mean?” You asked, raising your eyebrows.

“Everyone here is friendly, and I know you don’t exactly have a place to go, but I’m sure someone would be willing to house you” He shrugged.

“Namjoon, I don’t have the money to pay a rent.” You sighed.

“Then you can stay here! Free of charge! Consider it a few add on to me fixing your car,” He smiled.

You felt a little better at that. You would have a place to stay, and it wouldn’t cost you a thing. Thinking about how much money was in your savings account, you felt like angels were singing at Namjoon’s suggestion. “Really?” You asked, eyes lit up in hope. “Of course. I’m not going to kick you out on the street,” He chuckled, giving you that same adorable dimpled smile. “Thank you so much, Namjoon. I’ll make it up to you!” You grinned, bouncing in excitement. “No need, I’m just glad to help.”

Namjoon lived on the second floor of his shop. It was a small apartment, an open living room-kitchen plan with amazing natural light. His apartment was full of plants. Flowers, mini trees, elephant leaves. He even had a beautiful bonsai that obviously got a lot of care. “Your place is nice.” You complimented genuinely, smiling at the little things spread around the room. He had a Ryan cushion on his couch, a bookshelf full of classics, and solar powered toys in the window. The ones that bobble back and forth. “Thank you,” Namjoon chuckled, scratching the back of his neck while the two of you took off your shoes. “It’s a bit messy, but it’s home,” He said, leading you through the apartment to his small guest bedroom.

“Here it is!” Namjoon said, leaning his head against the doorway. “Thank you again, Namjoon. I’ll be sure to be the best temporary roommate ever!” You promised. Namjoon laughed, patting you on the back with his large hand. “Just don’t murder me in my sleep and we’ll be fine,” He said, and you snorted. “Have you seen yourself? You could snap me like a twig,” You chuckled, gesturing to his sculpted arms that he no doubt got from his rigorous line of work. “I’d never,” He smirked, giving you a wink that made your heart flutter and cheeks heat up.

You nervously chuckled, looking away from him to look around the room a bit, dropping your backpack off on the bed. “I’ll let you get settled, I’ll be in the living room if you need me,” Namjoon said, giving you a little wave goodbye as he closed the door, giving you some privacy. Sighing, you flopped on the soft white bed and let out a groan at how good it felt to lie down after driving for so long. You didn’t realize just how tired you were until you drifted off to sleep, letting the sweet shackles of your subconscious lock you in a state of rest.

“So you’re telling me, that you had to write an article about animal genitalia? And ducks have corkscrew penises?” Namjoon laughed from under the car he was working on. “Yeah, and let me tell you whatever FBI agent is assigned to watching my internet history has quit by now,” You joked, laughing along with the man who has been your roommate for the past 4 days. “Wow, that sounds... interesting,” Namjoon chuckled, rolling out from under the car and sitting up straight to look at you. “Quite,” You answered back, handing him his hand towel so he could clean off his oily hands. “Hey um, I have a weird question to ask,” Namjoon said, grabbing your attention.

Quirking your head to the side, you raised your eyebrows, “What’s up? Nothing can be weirder than a duck's dick.” You giggled, earning a smile from the man in front of you. “Would you... like to go out for dinner? There’s this nice restaurant in town that I think you’d like,” You asked nervously, his pitch gradually increasing as he got more anxious. You internally giggled at the fact that he was nervous at asking you to dinner, but smiled at him nonetheless. “That sounds nice. Are we going tonight?” You inquired, leaning on the edge of your seat. “Um, we can... if you’d like too...” He shrugged, fiddling with his grease stained hand towel. “I’d love to,”

Namjoon’s smiled widened as he stood up to put away his tools. “Great! Um, we can go at 6?” He offered, and you have him a nod. “6 sounds good,” You answered, standing up to go and get ready. “I’ll be waiting.” You smiled, leaving Namjoon swooning as he gave you a look of admiration. “Yeah, yeah I’ll see you soon,” He smiled back, giving you a little wave as you walked out of his shop, running upstairs to pick out the nicest outfit you had from the limited clothes you brought with you that aren’t packed in boxes.

Soon you picked out a cute skirt and sweater, modeling them in the mirror. Once you were satisfied with the way you looked and didn’t look like you crawled right out of bed, you checked the time. 5:45. You had a bit of time left before you left, so you sat down on the couch for a bit. Once you got out there, you couldn’t help but pick up one of Namjoon’s books that were lying around to help pass the time.

The Catcher in the Rye. A classic. Everyone in their senior year of highschool has probably read this book, willingly or not. The sheer amount of angst in this book would seemingly drive reader away, but it does the opposite. “I see you’ve found one of my favorites,” Namjoon chuckled from the doorway, pulling you out of the world in the book. “I have a feeling all the books on those shelves are your favorites” You teased, closing the hard cover and placing the book down on the coffee table.

“Maybe, but I’ve been on a Pride and Prejudice kick lately,” He chuckled, looking over to the bookshelves he had in his living room. “Really? For the dramatic love story or the social critiques?” You asked, but Namjoon didn’t answer right away. He just looked deep into your eyes, something that resembled longing swirling in the brown weaves of his irises. “The love story,” He spoke softly, not daring to take his eyes off of you.

Namjoon looked at you like you were a star in the sky and he was the moon, longing to hold your light in the palms of his hands and never let go. Like he wanted to take you on his personal nature walks and talk to you about all the different flora he’s identified on the trails. Like he wanted you there, 24/7, while he worked on the cars in his garage. Working was a lot less lonely when you had someone to tell you about the anatomy of animal genitalia for an article they were writing that was totally scientific. But Namjoon knew that tomorrow he would have to deliver the news that your car was in working order again.

And then you would leave him...

“Let’s go,” Namjoon whispered, giving you his classic dimpled smile that made your heart swoon every time he flashed one at you. Nodding, you got up from the couch and followed him out the door, taking a walk through the village, waving to a few people that you’ve briefly met, and arriving at the small bistro that was situated on a street corner.

The inside of the restaurant smell heavenly and made your already empty stomach growl in anticipation. “Hungry?” Namjoon teased with a smile. “Extremely,” You dramatically sighed back, chucking along with him. “Well then, let’s eat, shall we?”

“Alright, I know you said you get your money’s worth here, Namjoon. But this sandwich is huge,” You stressed, looking at the thick one foot sub that laid ominously on the ceramic plate in front of you. “You can always save it for later,” He suggested, taking a bite into his own, 6-inch, sandwich. He groaned in delight at the taste. “I love food,” He sighed. “Well, you kinda need it to live, Joon,” You chuckled, taking a bite of your own sandwich.

Namjoon paused mid bite, looking up at you with wide eyes as you eyed the sandwich currently in your hands, trying to figure out how they made sandwiches that tasted like Gods ambrosia. “J-Joon?” He asked, and you looked up to meet his stunned expression. “Oh, sorry, was that not okay? I won’t say it again,” “N-No! I just, I liked it is all,” Namjoon interrupted, stumbling over his words while he examined the sandwich in his hands like you had been doing moments before.

You chuckled, “Well Joon, I saw that you ate my mozzarella sticks,” You playfully scolded, giving him an unimpressed face. “What? You left them in the fridge for too long,” He argued back with a smile while you took another bite of your sandwich. “Mmhmm,” You hummed, chuckling to yourself. “I um, have some good news,” Namjoon spoke up after a beat of silence.

You raised your eyebrows, signaling him to continue what he was saying. “Your car should be ready to go tomorrow,” He mumbled, and you stopped chewing. Swallowing-more like gulping-you let out a deep breath that you were unconsciously holding. “O-oh? Is that so?” You said, feeling a tad bit disappointed now that you didn’t have an excuse to stay.

Namjoon nodded, fiddling with his sandwich. “Yeah, um, I got it fixed up. All good now,” He coughed, feeling unhappy about the thought of you leaving. “That’s good... Thank you Namjoon,” You said back, truly meaning the words, but not having the excitement to put behind them.

The two of you continued to eat and chat with this air of uneasiness around you. Neither one of you talking about the possibility of you leaving tomorrow, continuing your journey and forgetting about the adventures you had here. You weren’t quite sure what you wanted to do. On one hand, you had gotten so used to Namjoon and his presence that being without him would be a hard pill to swallow. But on the other hand, you knew that moving to the city where you could get a job was the safer, and more financially wise, option for you. You were stuck between your happiness and your routine normality that you have gotten used to having.

You looked at your now fully packed backpack in contempt. The feeling of dread that you got about leaving Bangtan village only increased as the day went on and you prepared for the journey to the next city over. You didn’t want to go, but could you truly stay? What would you do? What would be your source of income? You didn’t know, and not knowing this made you feel anxious.

“Are you ready to go?” Namjoon asked you from the doorway. You looked up at him into his golden amber eyes, not saying anything just yet. You thought about the time you shared with Namjoon. The movie nights, dinners, the time in his shop. All seemingly small and domestic things you never thought about in the moment, but now that you're here getting ready to say goodbye to it all, you weren’t ready to.

But you didn’t have a choice. Namjoon wasn’t going to let you live with him forever and you didn’t know if anybody in the town needed a writer for anything, so you had to toughen up and say goodbye with tears stinging in your eyes. “Y-yeah, I guess so,” You mumbled. Namjoon nodded, walking you down to the street where your car was running and waiting.

You stood there next to Namjoon for a couple moments. Basking in the comfort of his presence as you took a deep breath and let it out with a weak sigh. “I guess this is goodbye,” You whispered, kicking stones that laid on the sidewalk. “I guess it is,” Namjoon replied, pretending to care about the dirt that forever laid in his nail beds.

Gathering up all the scattered courage you had, you took a couple steps to your car. You were about ready to opening the driver’s side door when Namjoon called out to you. “Y/n! Wait!” He yelled, as he ran down to your side, putting his hand over yours to stop you from opening the door. “I- Y-yes?” You asked, looking at his fiery, determined eyes. “Stay with me,” He begged quietly.

“What?” You gasped.

“Stay with me Y/n, here, in the village,”

“Namjoon, you know I can’t-”

“Why not? If you’re worried about finding a place to stay, we could live together. I’ll get better at cooking, I promise,” Namjoon wavered, taking your hand fully in his. “Please Y/n, I know we may not know each other that well and you had a plan to move into the city and restart your life but... Can you restart it here? With me?” He begged, confident demeanor slowly slipping away. You were stunned into silence, unable to look away from the man beside you as he gave your hand a squeeze.

“We can continue to have those movie-nights together. The ones where we watch bad horror films that you still get scared at and hide into my arms to get away from the jumpscares,” He said as the two of you chuckled in harmony. “You can teach me how to cook those amazing dishes of yours... We could even get a puppy in the future...” He whispered to you, gradually getting closer. “Please Y/n. Give me a chance to be your second chance. I promise to take care of you,”

“What about a job?” You asked,

“There’s this newspaper that the town has, or my friend Jimin knows a publisher that you can reach out to. Maybe you can follow your old dream of becoming an author,” He encouraged as he spoke softly to you. “I know this is sudden, and we don’t know each other all that well, but we can get to know each other,” He finished, eagerly awaiting your answer.

You didn’t have to think twice before nodding your head, wrapping Namjoon in a hug. “You can be my second chance,”

#namjoon #kim namjoon #rm #rap monster bts #bts namjoon #bts #bts oneshot #namjoon x reader #rm x reader

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chichirichick · 3 years

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SoMa Week Day 1: Burn

Hey all!

It's @soulxmakaweek and even though I thought my brain wasn't going to produce it, I managed to finish Day 1! Please enjoy Burn on ff.net or ao3! (or read below the break)

Also, special thanks to @marshofsleep for giving me permission not to do this because somehow that kick-started my brain 💜

Maka cookin' was just about always a disaster. That's why when I walked through the door to hear sputterin' sniffles from the kitchen, I couldn't help but heave a sigh as my heart lurched into double-time. My regular call of "I'm home" was drowned from my mind by feet hittin' the hardwood to practically jog me to the linoleum. She was sittin' on the floor, one hand playin' peek-a-boo while little hiccups shook her shoulders. "Hey…"

All that did was turn the crinkle of her lip into a full-on tremble. As I squatted, I went to grab the hand she was limply resting on her knee but she pulled it away with a hiss. A pathetic little "ow" warbled from her mouth.

I just bit my tongue from statin' the obvious: you burned yourself, Maks. Instead, I did the smart thing for once and pushed back to my feet, walkin' off into the bathroom to take out the first aid kit. This definitely wasn't time to pull out the big guns- Death knows this was small change in her history of injuries- but somethin' was churnin' my gut worse than any other time we'd played doctor. It only spiraled as I attempted to ease her hand away again, sighing as she snatched it protectively back.

"Don't," she whimpered, a lilt that most definitely didn't fit her.

And I did what didn't fit me: I grabbed her hand regardless of the fight. We silently grappled for a moment until she gave in, letting me pull the injury close enough to inspect it properly. Thoughtful silence was tickin' away in the meantime, waitin' for her willful voice or my sullen complaint. I tried to fill it with fixin' her, but even with her hand bandaged I knew I wasn't in the clear. "Maks…"

"Soul," she muttered back mournfully as she finally dropped the hand from her eyes, those beautiful green ones that I'd fallen in love with years ago tainted with tears. "I can't do it."

"Can't do what?"

She heaved a sigh before half-shouting in frustration, "Anything I make, I burn! It doesn't matter what, I always just ruin it and if I can't-" Her words cut off with a frustrated groan. I waited, holdin' my breath for more but findin' her stuck stubbornly.

"So you ain't Betty Crocker." I started to shrug but my shoulders stiffened as my joke only caused another tremor in her lips. This was shark-infested waters and I was bleedin' out so it only felt like a matter of time before I got gutted, so I stilled my tongue and did what I did best- waited.

The silent standoff lasted for two shaky breaths before she let the gigantic fear slither off her tongue with the tiniest voice, "Soul, if I can't- if I can't do something simple like this, how am I ever going to be able to take care of them?"

"Maks…" This wasn't a fight, just me pullin' her in, fittin' her body against mine so that for a second we could forget where her skin ended and mine started. I let my fingers run comfort over her back, into her hair to angle her head just enough so I could brush a kiss against her forehead. "I'm sorry to tell you, but I don't think our kid's gonna give a shit."

A wet gasp of a laugh, definitely something she'd tried to hold in, stumbled out of her throat.

I smirked as wide as I could before makin' it disappear from her view to nuzzle my nose against hers. "Can't see them inheritin' anythin' from you or me that's gonna make them snub any kinda food- burnt or not. But…" I tested a kiss, pleasantly surprised to find her latchin' on, givin' me all the tenderness she could muster. "You're a woman who made a deathscythe before she was eighteen. You've fought to save the world from madness. You've… been able to break into my heart in ways I didn't think were possible. Cookin'- good or bad- ain't the end of the world. Burnin' things ain't the end of the world."

"I just…" She huffed a soft breath of defeat over my lips.

I sunk one hand into her hair, the other snakin' around her waist to keep her still for the words I knew would burn her worse than any piece of cookery. "You ain't your mama."

A tremor worked from her soul to mine; a mournful, angry scream resounding across our connection.

"You'll love them." I kissed her wobblin' lips again. "That's why when you told me, the first thought I had wasn't a worry. It wasn't me bein' scared that I was gonna screw it up or any of the million other concerns I've created since. It was just… I was really fuckin' happy." It was my turn to choke on the tears that wanted to come, clearing my throat to try to hide the anguish. Her fingers betrayed me, instantly searchin' for my cheeks and urgin' a few droplets to come just to give her purpose. "I am really fuckin' happy. 'Cause, like I said, you'll love them. I don't have to worry about a thing because I know, at the end of it all, you'll love them."

"And you will too," she murmured.

"Goes without sayin'." My chuckle was interrupted by a sniffle, spurrin' Maka to more action as she tenderly cleaned my tears. "Just like us, Maks. I don't care if you can't make me a five-course meal. All I care about is the way you smile at me, the way you kiss me…" I pressed another bit of love to her lips. "And the way you never let me forget how important I am." I didn't have to produce another word, just her feathery kisses provin' me right. I kissed her until my legs started to get pins and needles, finally beggin' for relief. I managed to stand, reachin' down and helping her to her feet.

"Soul..." She came right back to my arms, strongly holdin' me tightly around the waist. "Let's get take-out."

I pressed my smirk to the crown of her head, amusement linin' the kiss I left there. "Anythin' you want."

#soulxmakaweek #SoMaWeek2021 #SoMa #Soul Eater

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elocinnicole · 4 years

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Butterflies Part Two

Pairing: Collin x Black!Reader, Plus Size!Reader

Summary: Collin and Reader try to figure out where they stand after their moment a few nights ago.

Rating: M for language

AN: I changed Collin’s major to Creative Writing/Poetry. I don’t know why I didn’t do this in the first place, I was over here thinking of what major would Collin have, and it went over my head so yeah, here it is. Again, this is still set in 2020. Let me know if you want to be tagged. There are about two more parts to this

Part One Part Two Part Three

Shaunice Jasmine Turner was born in the wee hours of the morning on July 26, 2020. You were so happy for your friends and the little family they were building.

“You look pretty comfortable holding Shaunice, Y/N.” Ashely teased, it was just the two of you for now. Collin went with Miles to get some breakfast for Jasmine and to pick up Sean so he could meet his little sister.

“Girl bye, I mean the thought has crossed my mind, but I want to have my salon up and running before I even think about having kids.”

“Bish, I used to say that about my non-existent art gallery, and I got two kids now.”

“I mean you could still paint, Ashley.”

“I could, but painting don’t pay the bills. The rent is ridiculous and trying to get a loan from the bank…” Ashely trailed off

“But it’s all good, I wouldn’t change anything,” Ashely smiled at her daughter, “So, what happened when Collin came back from Val’s?”

“Uh, nothing I twisted his hair and that’s when we got the text from Miles.” Ashely examined your face; she’s known you long enough to know when you’re lying.

“Y/N, give me the baby.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re avoiding eye contact, give me my daughter.” You playfully huffed and handed over Shaunice to your friend, “Now, tell me what really happened last night?”

“Well, when he came back, I was a little mad because I’m over here actually being a friend and he drop everything for a booty call. He’s staying with me rent-free, I visited him when he was locked up, put money on his books, shit, I used to let this nigga cheat off me in Chemistry back in high school. Then he tries to kiss me—”

“He what!”

“Yeah and I don’t know what to think about that, because I know that once Val calls, he gonna run after her, like what is it? Does sis have some magic pussy or some shit?”

“Y/N…”

“I know that’s your friend, but she never once checked on him and I don’t know. I’m right in front of him and he doesn’t see me.”

“Make him see you, sis.”

“Well, how the hell do I do that?”

“Bring another nigga around,” You looked wide-eyed at your friend

“Ash!”

“Girl, bye, what about that chef you was tellin’ me about? Hit him up and bring him around Collin.”

“So, you think making him jealous is gonna work?” Ashely didn’t have time to answer because Sean came bursting into the room running over to Ashely’s bed

“Is she here? Is she here Mom?!” Sean asked bouncing with excitement

“Calm down, baby. Yes, she’s here, where’s Dad?”

“Right here, as soon as we got off the elevator he ran off. He’s been asking about the baby since we picked him up from Ms. Nancy’s. Here’s your food babe.” Miles placed the take-out bag on the table and kissed Ashely’s forehead, Collin trailed behind and once he looked at you he adverted his eyes somewhere else.

“Sean, go use the bathroom then you can hold your sister. Miles can you take Shaunice so I can eat, I’m starving.”

“So, what were you two talking about before we got here?” Miles asked,

“Nothing much, I asked Ashely if you were gonna give her a push present.”

“The fuck is that?”

“A present for pushing out your baby!” You nudged Miles’s shoulder.

“What you want baby, a gift card, or some shit like that?”

“Miles, you can’t get her no damn gift card.” Collin reasoned

“Why the fuck not?”

“Because that’s a boring-ass gift, you gotta get her some jewelry or a car, shit like that.”

“Baby, I can hit up my boy Cuttie—”

“Hell no, every time you get something from Cuttie, it’s either stolen or it don’t work.”

“Ash, that’s not true!”

“What about the bike you got from him for Sean’s birthday? Cuttie stole it!” You said

“I ain’t know that shit when he gave me that bike!”

“Then you bought Ashely that purse for Christmas and the Gucci was spelled wrong.”

“It was not, Collin!”

“Babe, Gucci only got two c’s.” Miles looked stunned for a moment before sucking his teeth

“How the hell was I supposed to know that!” Your phone then went off several times even surprising you.

“Who hittin’ you up, Y/N?” Miles teased

“Nobody, just a friend”

“Stop lyin, Y/N, got a date with this ‘friend’ tonight,” Ashely announced earning a glare from you.

“Oh shit, for real!” Miles exclaimed

“Yeah, he’s nice, um he just moved out here from Detroit. He’s a chef and has his own meal prep business.” It wasn’t a lie, you had met a guy on Tinder a few weeks ago and the two of you have been talking to one another.

“So, he be making all that vegan shit?”

“What’s vegan shit?” Sean questioned innocently

“Miles!” Ashely slapped his arm

“What? I cuss all the damn time, it was gonna happen sooner or later babe.” Ashely glared at her husband not amused in the slightest “Alright, alright, Sean don’t say ‘shit’ it’s a bad word, now come over here and sit down in the chair and I’ll let you hold your baby sister.”

While Miles and Ashely were introducing Sean to Shaunice, Collin walked over to you wanting to know more about your ‘date’.

“So, what’s this guy’s name?”

“Um, I’m sorry since when did I have to answer to you, Collin?”

“I’m just askin’ his name. Want to know the person who’s taking my friend out.”

“You’ll find out tonight—”

“Hey, guys!” Everyone’s heads turned toward the door and there stood Val with various pink balloons and a teddy bear

“Hey, Val!” Ashely greeted, she practically ran over to Ashely and engulfed her in a hug.

“Congratulations, girl.” Val looked over at Miles and her smile faded slightly

“You too, Miles,” She looked over at Collin and acted like he wasn’t even there. At that point, you wanted to slap the hell out this bitch, but this wasn’t the time.

“Guys, I have appointments today I gotta head out. I’ll visit when you get home, okay?” Ashely nodded, understanding your need to leave the room.

“See you later?”

“Yeah, bye guys, and congrats again.”

You stood in front of your bathroom mirror getting ready for your date with Trevon. The two of you had been texting one another all day, you even FaceTimed him briefly between clients.

“I don’t wanna spit, I wanna gulp, I wanna gag, I wanna choke, I want you to touch that lil dangly thing that swing in the back of my throat.” You rapped along to the song that made you feel like a bad bitch, Trevon didn’t give you much of a hint as to what the two of you were going to do tonight, but he said to be casual. So, you didn’t go too overboard with your outfit. This was your first date in a while because of your schedule you didn’t have time to date between the hair and makeup clients, on the day you didn’t have to work you stayed home or hung out with friends or your big brother.

“Alright, you got this.” You said to yourself in the mirror, “You a bad bitch. You the baddest bitch, period.”

You came out of the bathroom and immediately bumped into Collin.

“My bad didn’t see you there.”

“Your date is here.” Collin went into the bathroom closing the door firmly. You rolled your eyes at your friend and walked out to the living room to finally see your date, Trevon.

“Wow, you look great, Y/N.” Trevon beamed, you smiled shyly in return

“Thanks, you do too. You ready to go?”

“After you,”

You carefully shut the front door to your apartment not wanting to wake up Collin, knowing that he was a light sleeper and this was his only day off. You couldn’t help but smile about your date with Trevon last night. After he picked you up, he took you to play mini-golf and then after you went go-cart racing. It honestly the most fun you ever had on a first date. Not wanting to go home, the two of you ended up bar hopping the rest of the night until the two of you passed out on his sofa. The smell of breakfast pulled you of your thoughts. You made your way to the kitchen only to see Val in your kitchen cooking at your stove wearing only one of Collin’s Oakland shirts and underwear.

“Excuse me?”

“Oh, hey Y/N. You want breakfast?”

“What are you doing here, Val?”

“Collin invited me over last night.” She smirked going back to cooking.

“Can you please put some pants on?”

“Well, Collin doesn’t seem to have a problem with what I’m wearing.”

“Hm, that’s cute but this isn’t Collin’s place, it’s my place and I don’t want your ass cheeks out in my kitchen. ‘Kay?”

“Whatever.”

“Um, where’s Collin?”

“He’s in the shower, I think. Oh, do you have any almond milk?”

“No, bitch I drink soy.” You mumbled storming past her heading for the bathroom. You angrily opened the door surprising Collin, who quickly reached for his towel to cover himself.

“What the fuck, Y/N! Can you knock?”

“What the hell is she doing here?!”

“Oh, what, I can’t have guests over?”

“That’s not the point, why in the fuck is she cooking in my kitchen with no clothes on!”

“She was hungry, what was I supposed to do?”

“Collin, I need you to tell me when you have company.”

“I don’t see why I have to tell you,”

“It’s the principle, Collin! What if you came home and my date, dick swingin’—”

“Oh, come on, Y/N,” Collin frowned, not appreciating the imagery

“Shut up, making breakfast in the damn kitchen?”

“This isn’t even about the principle it’s about you not liking Val!”

“No, it’s because you living in my place RENT FREE and I need to you who you have up in here!”

“Oh, so that’s what this is all about?” You rubbed your temples in frustration

“No, Collin—”

“Collin, breakfast’s ready,” Val called through the door.

“Go eat with your guest, wouldn’t want your food to get cold.” You said before leaving the bathroom.

#Buterflies Series #Blindspotting Imagine #Blindspotting #Collin Hoskins x Plus Size!Reader #Colllin Hoskins x Black!Reader #Miles Turner #Ashley Turner #Daveed Diggs #Rafael Casal #Jasmine Cephas Jones #Daveed Diggs x Reader #Daveed Diggs x Black!Reader

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jade-marie · 4 years

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Top 10 books fics I read in 2020

Tagged by @sothischickshe

I don’t read books. I’m trash. So have my top 10 fics. These aren’t in any real order, btw.

Finally got round to adding some content to each one. Send word to my family, I died doing this. All the fluffy goodness is hitting me right in the feels😭😭😭

Do not collect $200 by @mrslackles

My OG favourite series. I will talk about this till the cows come home, I will read it over and over again until the day I die. So fucking good. The plot, the characterisation, the angst, the fluff, it just has everything and I fucking love it.

Favourite snippet:

Her touch is so light that Rio shivers and his tongue darts out for a second, meeting two of her fingers, and it makes their eyes meet.

And the look she finds there, god, it’s indescribable – no words, there are no words. Yet she knows what it means. Nobody’s ever told me I’m a good kisser and nobody’s ever touched you like this.

She doesn’t say it aloud but it doesn’t matter, not really. They both know it.

And Beth doesn't know when she falls asleep, only that it's with her palm on his throat and her fingers splayed over his lips.

Lush life by @hereliesbb

Lush life is basically my comfort blanket. I have a bad day, I read it and I’m smiling again. Every time. Without fail. The fluffiest fucking shit I’ve ever read in my life, even the angst is fluffy. I love it so much, I cannot find the words.

Favourite snippet:

“What?” she asked when she saw he was staring. She looked back in the mirror to make sure she didn’t have anything in her teeth.

“You’re beautiful,” he said and then huffed like he was making fun of himself. Beth felt her face flush and about a hundred thousand butterflies take flight inside of her.

Warm water by @inyoursheets

Angst, yearning, friends to lovers, slow burn AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES. Such a good read omg 😫

Favourite snippet:

She kisses him.

Elizabeth. Elizabeth kisses him.

He can’t move—can’t think, not with her up close, her scent overwhelming him, her soft body pressed into him—when she’s already pulling back, jerking to a halt.

And just like that, he’s done. Finished. Can no longer find it in him to keep it up, his carefully crafted indifference, the control he tried to grasp so eagerly. No point guarding it from her any longer, not with those wild, wide eyes peering up at him like he can give her something, here, now.

Good sport by fireinsideforfun

Again, phenominal characterisation. I love the way she portrays their vulnerability. It’s just so so so beautifully written.

Also, the image of Rio drowning in a pair of ginormous pyjamas makes me feel some shit🤣

Favourite snippet:

“You’re not going to go rotten on me, are you darlin’?” he quietly asks her.

The question takes her aback, because although his voice is gentle his eyes are speaking volumes, something dark and desolate brewing.

“No. Never,” she says to him and means it.

He scoffs. “How can you know?”

“Because we’ve already been there before,” she says, and she can tell he knows what she’s referring to. “I already tried to get rid of the king and I couldn’t do it. We’ve been through those motions together. It’s done.”

Milkshakes by @emilykolburn

Dad Rio vibes, Rio and babies. Milkshake meetcute. I cannot. Literally so adorable.

Favourite snippet:

Rio was looking her up and down, slowly taking in every inch of her that he could, and she noted that he had that twinkle in his eyes again. When his eyes eventually found hers, he tilted his head to the side a little, tongue running slowly across his bottom lip. The intensity in the eye contact alone made her want to shrink away. She wasn’t used to it, she realised, but the longer they looked into each other’s eyes, and the way the corner of his mouth slowly twitched up into a smirk, she found she liked it.

Irresistible by @wakeupflawless

Highschool au. Enemies to lovers. I eat that shit UP.

Before anyone could say anything, she grabbed the front of his shirt, yanking him down to her for a very public, very dirty kiss.

“Oh, shit,” She heard Pedro say.

For once in his life Rio must have been stunned, because he was frozen against her for a moment. He grabbed her hips, pulling her closer to him and deepening the kiss. The bystanders erupted, she heard hoots and hollers coming from the guys and exclamations of “Oh my God!” from the girls.

“Hey! That’s enough” Called the Vice Principal, “Everyone get to class!”

Beth broke their kiss, panting slightly and grinning ear to ear.

“What was that?” Rio asked, raising his eyebrows.

“So everyone knows I’m hittin’ it,” Beth replied, smirking, “And also to say sorry,”

Love despite by @itsbriology

Dad Rio strikes again. If Lindsay throws in one more big-hand-small-baby-ratio reference... i’m pretty sure my ovaries will explode inside of my body and I’ll die of internal bleeding 🙃🙃🙃

Favourite snippet:

The hiccups lasted longer than he thought, almost to the point he wondered if there wasn’t something else he could do for her. But they eventually slowed and so did her tears, and then he stopped and looked down at her little head full of soft brown hair that had landed on his chest and watched her eyes drift shut again from the pure exhaustion of the near traumatizing event.

“There ya go, sleepy head. See, I told ya.” He laughed down at her as he continued holding her and pushing the cart down the aisle. A little old lady stopped and took in the sight of them.

“Someone’s a good daddy,” She smiled up at him with Jane cozy in his arms and he stopped. The lady looked to be about eighty and probably weighed seventy pounds.

“Uhh, no… this ain’t…” He tried telling her but she interrupted.

“What an adorable little girl you’ve got there.”

The lady looked up at them grinning.“Thank you.” He smiled back, not knowing what else to say in that moment.

Criminology 101 by @sdktrs12

College au. Cars being destroyed. Fluffy shit. Idiots being idiots. LOVE ITTTTT

He moves one hand up to brush her hair out of her face. “Do you trust me?”

I do that’s the whole problem, she wants to scream. She finds herself nodding quietly instead.

“That’s good.” He leans down, presses his lips against her temple in a soft kiss that makes her heart skip a beat.

Beth closes her eyes as she leans into him, giving in and letting herself fall into the dark abyss that is his touch, his smell, his voice.

Shit.

She’s in so much trouble.

Both sides of the law by @joeyjoeylee

Slow burn. Y E A R N I N G. But they don’t even know they’re yearning. Taking the constant oneupmanship and translating it into a law school setting - genius. So so good.

Favourite snippet:

“Shouldn’t you be at the bar?” She really needed to let Gretchen know some of the staff had a distinct professionalism problem. If, or when, she was in charge of throwing the party next year, she’d have to make sure they did a better job of recruiting the help.

“Was just there, actually.” He wiggled his hand to show her the beer bottle he was holding. “But Gretch got on me ‘bout not having my nametag.”

She was confused and a little scandalized. Was he really drinking on the job? And…”Gretch”? He had to mean Gretchen? Granted, Beth barely knew her, but Gretchen hadn’t seemed like someone who would be on a first name basis with the staff. And why would he have a nametag? Nametags were for the students, and he was just a bartender…

Oh.

Oh no.

Everything seemed suddenly to be moving very slowly and she seemed to be watching it all unfold from outside her own body.

She watched him lean closer again to reach behind her and pick up the last nametag from the table.

She watched him pluck the Sharpie from her hand and use it to cross out “Christopher” then write “Rio” in big block letters that still managed to look messy.

Then she watched as he made a production of pinning the nametag just so to his lapel, mirroring her, exact and mocking, grinning down at her all the while.

Oh no.

A time to kill @sothischickshe

JUSTICE FOR MICK. And his shirt. Poor bby did not sign up for dealing with these two dumbasses and their dumbassery. Grumpy Rio pov is always a winner in my book. It’s comedy gold.

Favourite snippet:

Jesus, her hair is past lank. He sniffs. “You’re ripe. Go shower, man.”

Elizabeth grumbles incessantly until he agrees she can have coffee first, but he draws a line under a single cup, demanding she hurry.

Rio opens the windows wide as they allow. There’s a distinct scent of manure in the air, but it honestly might be preferable.

“That shirt needs washing too!” he yells from a safe nasal distance.

She literally punts the shirt at him from the bathroom, before slamming then locking the door. The handle vibrates for ages after.

He debates sourcing some tongs to handle the offending item with. When he can’t find any, considers setting fire to it instead. Surely Elizabeth can make herself a dress outta all the hair she incessantly moults over every inch or some shit.

Eventually he chucks it in for a wash with some other bits, holding his nose closed.

Elizabeth’s in the bathroom for fucking ages. He assumes it’s payback for pointing out she stunk, or whatever. But it ain’t cute.

He jiggles the handle, knocks on the door. There’s no response.

“Oi!” Rio shouts. “Hurry up, I gotta piss!” It’s not, strictly speaking, true. But. It could be. Hogging the bathroom’s just rude.

“Go away!” she squawks. Then, “Go outside!”

He keeps it up, and she mostly ignores him. Though when he insinuates she’s taking the world’s longest shit, she does straight up tell him to fuck off.

Tagging @purplemagic @wakeupflawless @00gangfriend00 @joeyjoeylee

#tag game #fics #gg fic

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h2bakugou · 5 years

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losing teeth | katsuki bakugou

a/n: songfic to neck deep’s losing teeth! i’m an emo girl at heart and this song screams bakugou. neck deep really does be hittin different sometimes.

summary: you grew up with bakugou, and have a good friendship with the explosive boy. the two of you on a day off look back at the past and think about all the good times you had growing up.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk / Bolt - your childhood pet dog

warnings: fluff, swearing

wordcount: 1.3k

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Bakugou laid on your dorm bed, his hands resting under his head, arms sprawled out on each side.

“Oi, what’s taking so long?” Bakugou called out to you. You were digging through your closet trying to find the box you’d just seen yesterday. Your eyes landed on it once more and you struggled to pull it down from the shelf.

You got it after a few seconds of reaching and returned to the bed.

“I present to you, memories.” You handed him the box. Bakugou sat up and sighed.

The two of you had become somewhat surprising friends. Bakugou’s explosive attitude mixed well with your calming almost serene aura. But little did everyone know, you were quite explosive yourself.

Bakugou had taught you a lot about self-defense and sticking up for yourself. While it may not have been direct, you still learned. And growing up with him really had an impact on you.

You wouldn’t be where you were if Bakugou hadn’t given you the idea of going to U.A. with him.

We couldn't wait for the days to get longer Spend nights sitting up, wasting away

You looked through a few photos of you and Bakugou munching on snacks at ungodly hours of the night, ones that you had taken, a few Bakugou had taken.

“You always had a shaky hand. This one’s so blurry.” Bakugou pointed out. You laughed and searched through the piles of photos.

All the shit that we did when we were younger

You pulled out another photo, the two of you covered head to toe in what you assume was pillow feathers.

“I won that stupid pillow fight.” You mumbled, a smile crossing your lips.

“In your dreams, you won it.” Bakugou looked at the photo, admiring how happy he looked. The large grin on his lips, to the way he held your hand in the air.

“I think we both won, your mom wasn’t too happy about feathers all over the house though.” You giggled. Bakugou shook his head.

“I’ll never get over that damn scolding.” Bakugou placed the photo down beside him.

Think back and it feels like yesterday We were losing teeth

“It feels like just yesterday we were losing our teeth and chasing each other around the couch with play swords.” You laugh laying your head on the blonde’s shoulder.

“Yeah.” He agreed.

You’d grown close with Bakugou, and whether he’d openly admit it or not, the two of you relied a lot on one another.

Stayed up again last night, talk some sense to me

“Did you stay up all night again?” Bakugou looked at your face, aware of the bags that had formed under your eyes.

“You should know the answer by now.” You smile.

“I don’t know how you expect to get anywhere if you’re always sleepy. Get some sleep tonight you damn idiot.”

But so it seems the time has come To pack your bags, close eyes and run like I did If you do it first I'll follow straight behind you Cuz growing old is a waste of time To say goodbye is a waste of breath We'll stick it out til the bitter end

You raised your hand and held out your pinky finger. Bakugou connected his pinky finger to yours.

“To sticking it out this far.” You smiled. Bakugou nodded and pulled his hand away.

“Ha, look at this.” Bakugou showed you a picture of him in a little All Might costume standing beside you dressed as a t-rex.

“Halloween was so fun that year.” You laughed.

“I got so much candy, and you wanted all of it.” Bakugou laughed. You rolled your eyes.

“You intimidated all the parents!” You teased. Bakugou shook his head.

“They were giving out little small pieces. What do they think I am, stupid?” Bakugou growled. You placed your hands on his shoulders and smiled.

“I don’t think you’re stupid, idiot.” You laughed, leaning on his back, draping your arms over his shoulder, looking over at the other pictures he was holding.

I remember every night that we spent on the edge The cold warmth and the bitter taste that it left

Bakugou held a photo of the two of you cuddled up to one another, you couldn’t be much older than 10 in the photo.

Suddenly you remembered why it seemed so sad.

“That was when we lost Bolt.” You said softly. Bakugou reached a hand up to rub your arm comfortingly.

You felt tears sting your eyes, but you didn’t want them to fall. But you missed Bolt. He was the best dog you could’ve asked for.

“He loved you.” Bakugou said softly. He set the photo aside, not wanting you to dwell on the sadness the photo gave you.

Young, dumb, carefree and reckless But there's some method to the madness

Bakugou pulled out another photo, the two of you sitting at the table with food all over your mouths and cheeks.

“My mom took that one, she said we were the messiest eaters.” You laughed, looking at the old photograph, trying to remember the scene in your head.

“You just copied me.” Bakugou smiled.

“No, I’m pretty sure you copied me.” You teased. Bakugou reached into the box and pulled out a few more pictures.

Passed out in the living room Moved on but I'll see you soon

The next picture caused you to blush. You had feelings for Bakugou, he knew that but seeing a photo of him laying beside you, his arm wrapped around your waist, the two of you asleep on the couch.

You must’ve been about 12.

Bakugou moved onto the next picture, this one caused Bakugou’s cheeks to turn a bit pink.

You stood beside him in a nice dress, him in a nice suit.

“My mom made us go to that stupid dance.” You laughed. Bakugou looked good in his suit.

Bakugou placed the photo down, looking at the next photo in the stack. There in Bakugou’s hands was a photo of the two of you kissing. You reached for it, but Bakugou held it away from you.

“I remember that! It was near Christmas, and there was mistletoe!” You laughed, wanting to see it closer.

“My mom snapped the bloody photo.” Bakugou laughed. He turned back to look at you. He’d watched you mature and grow, just as you had done with him.

“Wanna do it again?” Bakugou smirked. You both turned red. You sighed and pressed your lips to his.

Bakugou kissed you softly, but you could tell he was being cocky. You pulled away and looked at him.

“Just ask me out already you doofus.” You ruffled his hair.

Bored now you're absent Back home there's still nothing to do Though we complained about it all Was such a worthwhile waste of my time

Bakugou kept looking through the photos, reminiscing on the good times the two of you shared.

He missed being young, but he enjoyed growing and becoming stronger. And he enjoyed watching you grow.

Each day and each night a memory Take care and please don't forget me

The last photo in the box was pulled out and it was taken when you both got into U.A.

The two of you stood in your uniforms, excited in front of your parents. Bakugou looked bored and frustrated in the photo but you were smiling.

Bakugou put the photos back in the box, leaving a few out, one of those including the one of you kissing under the mistletoe.

“Thanks for looking through these with me.” You grab the box and hop of your bed, setting the box down on your desk.

You look beside the box you’d just set down and pick up your phone. You walk back over and sit down beside Bakugou, raising your phone to take a picture.

“Say cheese.” You giggle, clicking the button on your phone to take the picture. Bakugou placed his lips to your cheek, kissing it lightly. You blush and pull the phone back toward you, looking at the photo you’d just taken.

You laugh and look at Bakugou.

“I’m posting this.” You smile.

“You wouldn’t dare!” Bakugou reaches for your phone, but you just shut it off and toss it on the bed.

“Who cares, let’s just hang out like old times right now.”

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Take it Slow - Part Fifty-One

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Smut and Fluff.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

“No fuckin’ way!” He shouts. You immediately start laughing hysterically. Niall and Louis rush over to him.

“Please tell me one of you got that on video.” You say.

“Sarah did.” Niall says. “I think this is the first time we’ve ever been able to successfully surprise you!”

“I really had no idea. I wasn’t even suspicious when she said she wanted to grab dessert somewhere else.” He grabs your face and kisses you.

“Okay, okay, go greet everyone.” You say blushing at how intense the kiss was.

Harry greets the many people at the party. Some of them you had never personally met before. Friends from college, and people he had met during freelance work.

“Mariah?”

“Happy almost birthday!” She smiles at him and he gives her a gentle hug. “Y/N invited me, hope that’s alright. Don’t worry, I’m the only one from work here.”

“No that’s great!” Harry looks around and spots Rachel talking with Sarah. “Rachel’s here, have they introduced you two yet?”

“No, I just got here a few minutes before you did.” He takes her hand and walks her over to the girls. “Ladies.”

“Harry you should have seen your face!” Sarah giggles.

“You got me good.”

“It was all Y/N and Niall. We just helped.”

“Rachel, Sarah, this is my friend Mariah. Mariah these are Y/N’s best friends, and sorta my friends too now.” He smiles at them.

“Nice to meet you both.”

“Um, Rachel, you and Mariah have a lot in common.” Harry rubs the back his neck.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, so, have fun!”

Harry awkwardly walks away. When Rachel turns her head Sarah has gone off. She looks back at Mariah.

“He’s told me a little about you, you’re an art teacher?”

“Yeah, and you’re a photographer?”

“Mhm.”

“Cool.” Rachel blushes. She thought Mariah was really pretty. “That’s an interesting tattoo.” She points to the one on her neck.

“Oh thanks.” She blushes as well.

Harry looks back at them and smiles. He’d never admit it, but he’s actually excited to set up a double date. You had thought of everything, Harry finds you giggling with Niall and Louis. He sees Eleanor walking over to them. She looks a little different. He watches you gasp and you take her into your arms. Harry’s eyes grow wide and he takes long strides over.

“Happy birthday, H!” El says hugging him.

“Thanks! Glad yeh could make it.” He looks down at her stomach and then to Louis.

“We have a spot of news.” Louis says, snaking his arm around her waist. “We’re havin’ a baby!”

Harry throws his arms around the both of them, tears pricking at his eyes.

“That’s incredible, congrats to you both.”

“It was so unexpected! I’m already ten weeks, I had no idea. It’s still really early so we’re not tellin’ a lot of people.”

“You’re gonna be a great mum, I mean, you already are…but…”

“I know what you mean, Harry, thank you.”

Waiters come around with appetizers, and another comes around with drinks. Harry couldn’t believe how much you must have put into planning all of this. He had no idea when you could’ve had found the time. You look over and see Mariah talking with Rachel.

“I know you wanted to do a double date, but this setting just seemed perfect. Little more relaxed.”

“You’re brilliant, think they’re hittin’ it off already.” He wraps his arms around you. “I can’t believe you did all this.”

“I love birthdays.” You kiss him. “C’mon, let’s have some fun.”

You and Niall had rented a photobooth and a DJ. Everyone was having a great time. You take a few nice pictures with Harry, and then you both got silly. He even took one with you both kissing. A couple minutes before midnight, you had Harry sit down at a small table, and you placed a crown on the top of his head. Niall wheeled out a cake and everyone sang happy birthday.

You watched as he closed his eyes to make a wish, and blow out the candles. You cut him a piece of cake. Before you can hand it to him, Louis snatches it from you and shoves it in his face. You gasp as they laugh hysterically.

“Tradition, love.” Louis explains through his laughs.

“Very funny.” Harry stands up and follows him around. He grabs him and smushes his cheek to Louis’. “Hope you like your piece, that’s all you’re gettin’.” You hand Harry a napkin and he wipes his face clean.

A waiter comes over to cut the cake properly so everyone can get a piece. You spend the next hour laughing and dancing with your friends. Harry brings you in for a slow dance. The girls all take videos of you. You notice Rachel and Mariah exchange phone numbers.

The night ends around two in the morning when the bar needs to close down. You hug everyone goodbye that you know, and say your goodnights. Harry was off saying goodbye to the friends you didn’t know too well. You notice a couple of them nod towards you and his smile says it all.

“Ready to go?” He asks coming over to you.

“Mhm.” You zip up your jacket.

“What time are ya comin’ over tomorrow?”

“Like three? Not too early is it?”

“Not at all, gives us plenty of time to pregame. Happy birthday lad.”

“Thanks mate.”

Niall takes Sarah’s hand and they walk out with you. You see Mariah and Rachel linger. They wave goodbye to each other. You grab Rachel’s wrist.

“Well?”

“She’s pretty cool. Good job, Harry.”

“Are ya gonna see her again?”

“Maybe. We exchanged numbers, we’ll see where it goes form there. Happy birthday again.” She waves to the both of you.

You and Harry get into your car, and you crank the heat. You give the car a couple minutes to warm up before driving off. You were proud of yourself for not getting belligerent, and Harry didn’t go crazy drinking either.

“I can’t believe El’s pregnant.” He says as you pull out of the parking lot.

“I know! Thought they wanted to be married first. Either way, good for them.”

“He told me he bought the ring, he just wants to find the right time to pop the question.”

“That’s so exciting!” You place your hand on his. “Good birthday so far?”

“Great so far, all thanks to you. I gotta say I’m really lookin’ forward to that dip tomorrow.” You giggle.

“I can’t wait to get home and look at all the pictures we took. That video of you when you first walked in was so funny. It’ll be perfect for my happy birthday post.”

“Happy birthday post?”

“Yeah, I have to let the world know how much I love you on your birthday.” He raises your hand to his mouth and kisses it.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

You get into the apartment, and you think to yourself that you’ll probably give him some real birthday sex once you both have slept a while, but he has other plans. He pins you up against the wall and attacks your neck. He had been so good lately about not leaving such obvious marks there, but you weren’t going to say no to anything on his birthday.

“You sure you want this now? Don’t wanna sleep for a bit?” You say between jagged breaths.

“No, want you now.” His lips connect to yours and he sucks your bottom lip in between his teeth. He swallows your groan. “Unless you’re too tired.” He breathes against your neck.

“Not at all.”

His hands glide down to your ass, gripping you harshly. Harry had you as many times as he wanted today, but it still wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. Your hands reach up around his neck and into his hair, tugging on his curls. When he’s done pressing another kiss to your lips you feel how swollen they are. He shifts slightly, and before you know it he’s throwing you over his shoulder to bring you into the bedroom.

As he sets you down your hands go right to take his clothes off. He lets you unbutton his shirt while he undoes his pants. His lips find yours again as his hands reach around to unzip your dress.

“This dress is so fuckin’ sexy.”

“Bought it just for you.” You say biting into his collar bone while your dress falls to the floor.

All you had on underneath was a lace, black thong. You hadn’t even bothered with nylons. His fingers play with the material. Your arms wrap around each other as you both fall to the bed. You get tangled in each other, just wanting to touch every inch of skin on your bodies. His hands were on your hips, and you heard a tare.

“Shit, sorry.” He says. You look down at the material that was now falling off of you. “I can buy you a new pair.”

“S’okay, it’s just underwear.” You pick it up and throw it to the floor.

His hand reaches between your legs, and he groans when he feels how wet you already are.

“Need to taste you. Where’s that lube from earlier?” You giggle and grab it from the side table. You toss it to him and get into position. “Don’t get too comfy, want you t’sit on my face while I do it.”

“Alright.”

Harry puts some lube on his fingers and spreads your legs apart. He dips his middle finger inside of you and moan out a cruse word under your breath. It was cold at first, but then you got used to it. Once he felt like there was enough in you, he retracts his finger and sucks it into his mouth.

“Mm, so good.”

He lays back on the bed next to you and gestures for you to get on top of him. You slowly lower yourself onto his mouth, and you grip the headboard while his tongue licks you up and down. You feel his teeth pinch and nibble on your clit. His hands grip your hips harshly, surely to have fingerprint sized bruises later. He was lapping up and swirling is tongue all over you. The combination of the flavored lube and you in general was absolutely delicious to him. He could just do this all night, but you had other plans for him.

You grind against his face and ride his warm tongue. You feel your legs shake around him, and your stomach starts to tighten. You reach down to rub your clit while he sucks on you, and you feel him groan against you.

“Fuck, Harry!” You practically scream as you release onto him. “Shit.” You say, out breath. You wiggle off him to let him catch his breath.

“We gotta get more of that stuff.” His lips were swollen and glistening. He wipes them with the back of his hand. “Where’d you get it?”

“Sample from a sex toy party.” You giggle. “Should be easy to find.”

“It was already open when you used it on me earlier…”

“Oh baby.” You put a hand on his chest. “It was only open because I was curious about the taste when I got it. Don’t worry, no one’s ever used it on me before.”

“Really?”

“Yes, only you.” You smile at him. He grabs the back of your neck and pulls you down for a kiss. “Mm, now you taste like cherries.” You coo.

“It’s like grenadine almost.”

“Yes! With a hint of vanilla.” You both laugh. You take a deep breath and straddle him. “I have one last thing for you.”

“Oh?” He raises an eyebrow at you. “You gonna ride me real good baby girl?” The name makes you shutter in the best possible way.

“You have no idea.” You take another deep breath, and swing both of your legs to turn around. You feel him sit up slightly. “This is a little easier if you’re laying flat.”

“What exactly are you doin’?” You turn to look at him over your shoulder.

“Most people know it as a reverse cowgirl.”

“Babe…” He looks at you concerned. “We haven’t really done much else and the last thing I want is you cryin’ or gettin’ freaked out.”

“I want to do this with you, for you. I think it’ll be okay since I’m on top, I’ll be the one in control.” He doesn’t speak for a minute.

“Alright then let’s sit on the edge of the bed, that’s actually the better way to do it. I can hold you and keep you steady.” You nod.

You both shift. Harry sits with his legs over the edge of the bed and lays back. You get on him how you were. You grip his hard dick and give him a few pumps. He props himself up on his elbows so he can see you better. One hand moving up to rub your back. You lean into his touch. You were feeling good and not scared in the slightest. This was your boyfriend, not some fucking idiot freak.

You lift up slightly and rub his tip against you for a moment. He grits his teeth at the sensation. You lift up a little more and slowly guide him into you. Taking him all in and you sit back down on him. He was so big inside you, you felt like you could feel him in your throat. You were breathing heavy, but doing okay. You feel him shift behind you, your back was now against his chest, your feet resting by his hips, and his arms were wrapped around you. He leaves soft kisses on your shoulders and the back of your neck as his hands roam to your breasts.

“You’re doin’ so well.” He says into your ear.

“M’gonna start moving.” You feel him nod.

Harry was in a totally euphoric state. You sitting on him like this was sending him so far gone he had no idea where he was. The angle of it all just felt so good. He couldn’t wait for the day you’d be able to fully take him like this. For the day the only sound in the room was your ass clapping back against him. But right now this needed to stay sweet and soft, and careful.

You reach one of your arms back behind you so you can grip at his hair, a reminder that it was truly him behind you. You lift yourself slightly on your knees, almost sliding all the way off of him, and then go back down. You feel him groan against you. You continue with the same, agonizingly slow motion. You weren’t doing it to tease him, you just genuinely didn’t want to pound down on him too hard.

“Harry, shit, you can lay back babe.” He was clutching at you harshly, totally lost.

“Hm?” He breaks from his trance. This was all so intimate he felt like he was going to explode. One way or another, you always gave him exactly what he wanted.

“Lay back so I can move easier.”

“Alright.”

He lays back, but props himself up on his elbows, he doesn’t want to miss a second of the show you’re about to put on for him. You knew how to do this, you used to be pretty good at it. You grip his thighs behind you, and start to bounce up and down slowly on him.

“Jesus.” His head rolls back, but he tries his best to keep his eyes on your ass. “So fuckin’ beautiful, angel, you have no idea.” His praise gives you all the confidence in the world. You bounce on him a little faster, arching your back in the process. “Doin’ amazing, so proud of you baby girl.”

His dick felt amazing like this. You used to love getting fucked, absolutely railed from behind. As you continued to roll your hips down on him, you just wanted him as deep as you could possibly take him, but in order to do that he would have to take control. He propped himself up a little further to reach around for your clit.

“Fuck, Harry.” You moaned. He rubs you good and fast as you continue to ride him. Your mind wanders, and you let an intrusive thought slip out. “God, I just want you to fuck me up.” You groan as you feel your orgasm coming. He stops rubbing you and you whine. “Hey.” You pout, looking over your shoulder to meet his eyes. He looked stunned.

“What, what did you say?” You stop moving as your eyes grow wide. “Did you just tell me you wanted me to fuck you up?” You swallow hard and nod your head yes. “Tell me how.” You lift yourself off of him, and sit next to him.

“I mean, I’d like for you to just rail me, man, just like really give it to me, but I’m scared.” He could come from your words alone and he wasn’t even inside you anymore.

“Let’s, um, do it in the bathroom. I’ll bend you over the sink and you can watch me the entire time.”

“Okay.”

He takes your face in his hands and kisses you tenderly before getting off the bed. He leads you into the bathroom. He was trying to hide how giddy he was.

“I’m not gonna go too hard…just in case.”

“Alright.” You kiss him again and turn around.

You prop yourself up on your elbows on the sink counter. You feel Harry’s tip start to press into you and you close your eyes.

“Open.” You snap them open at his command. “You don’t have to watch if it makes you uncomfortable, but you have to keep your eyes open, understand?” You nod your head yes as you look at him through the mirror. “M’gonna move now.”

He pulls all the way out and goes back in. He does this lightly at first, watching your features. You had moved to grip the edges of the counter and your mouth was parted. You were enjoying it.

“Harder, Harry, go on.”

He pulls nearly all the way out and pounds back into you. At first your vision goes white and you almost have a flash, but you shake it from your mind when you look at him. His mouth was parted too, eyes fixed on what he was doing. It was such a turn on for him watching himself connect with you like this. He continues with the same motions. He reaches around to rub your clit and you arch up into him, back pressing against his chest. He holds you in place with his other hand securely on your hip, as your hand reaches back to grip his hair.

“Feels so fucking good.” You gasp as he doesn’t let up.

“Takin’ it so well. You’re amazing.” He plants open mouthed kisses to the exposed part of your neck and that’s when you lose it.

“Harry!” You come, boy do you come hard. You press back against him out of instinct.

“Shit!”

He loses his balances and falls backwards. He holds onto tight so you don’t get hurt. He grabs onto the shower curtain at the last second and rips it down, luckily just falling on his bum and not hitting his head. For a second he feels like he can’t breathe from nearly landing on his tailbone. You had landed hard on his dick and all you can let out is a squeak. Tears rolling down your cheeks.

“I’m so sorry, are you alright? I, I lost my balance.”

“I think your dick when up through my throat.” You look over your shoulder at him. You both start laughing. “I don’t think I can take much more, do you wanna just come on me somewhere? You can choose the location.”

“In all honesty, the uh, slip gave me a scare so I’m not exactly hard anymore.”

“Oh.”

“Can’t you tell?”

“No…it all feels numb at the moment. Landed on you pretty hard.”

“Wanna try to get up, love?” He coos. You use your feet to push off the floor.

“Mother of fuck!” You say popping off him. “Ow! Fuck!” He watches you with a frightened expression. “Shit.” You turn around to look at yourself in the mirror, spreading your cheek slightly. You’re relieved when you don’t see any blood, but something didn’t feel quite right. You sigh, and put your hand out to help him up.

“How’s your butt?”

“S’fine.” He looks back at the curtain. “I can fix that tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You smile reassuringly.

“Is it feelin’ better?”

“No it feels like, I can’t even describe it, really. It was like it was in here.” You press your hand on the upper part of your stomach. “Like you were really in my guts.” You take a step. “Wow! Okay!” You lean back against the sink.

“Want me to carry you?”

“Please.”

He bends slightly to pick you up bridal style and carries you over to the bed. He gets in next to you and throws the blankets over your bodies.

“Probably should’ve waited until later today like you said.”

“You couldn’t have known you were you going to slip. Did I do something to make you lose your balance?”

“Just wasn’t expectin’ ya to grind back against me, I forgot where we were for a second. You were doin’ so well, I fucked it up.”

“No! It was great, it felt so good. Maybe in a couple days we can try again.” Harry sighs with relief. “Now turn over so I can spoon my birthday baby.”

“I love you.” He laughs.

“I love you too.”

You woke up a little after eleven. Harry’s head was face down in the pillow, and he had an arm strung over your stomach. You rubbed your eyes and you groaned quietly. You forgot to wash your face last night. You slowly get out of bed and your lower half aches. As you walk into the bathroom and see the shower curtain in the tub, you’re reminded of the event from last night. True, you were proud of yourself for taking it. But you did have a flash when you landed, a bad one. You were able to keep it together for his sake, not wanting him to feel bad. You didn’t like lying to him, but you did what you thought was best.

The warm water is welcome to your face as you begin to take all your make up off. You sigh as you pat the soft towel against your skin. You look in the mirror praying there isn’t a new blemish, you had enough as it was. Harry thought you had beautiful skin. He never noticed when you had a pimple, or any of your acne scars. Your freckles helped hide a lot of it, as did the way you wore makeup.

With your hair up in a bun, and your robe thrown on, you make your way to the kitchen. You needed to get your dip started for Niall’s superbowl party. While you were doing that, Harry was woken up to the sound of his mother calling him on the phone.

“Shit.” He says when he realizes it’s a FaceTime. He sits up and rubs his face before answering. “Hi mum, hey Gem.” He says with his sleepy voice.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY!” They say in unison.

“I told ya he’d still be in bed.” Gemma says.

“Thought we’d give ya some time to sleep in before we called. Did you go out last night, love?” Anne asks.

“Yeah, Y/N took me to dinner, and then brought me to a surprise party. I had no idea, she got me good.”

“Where is she?” Gemma asks. Harry looks around.

“In the kitchen probably. We’re going to a superbowl party later.”

“Oh fun! Did you take lots of pictures last night?” Anne asks.

“Yeah, I’m sure Y/N will post some later.” Harry’s phone was blowing up with texts and Facebook notifications. “Some others I’m sure are posting as well.”

“Isn’t your move comin’ up, how’s all that goin’?” Gemma asks.

“Good, pretty much just need to get the bedroom furniture out at this point. Her brother is going to help next weekend. I have to go to Florida for work, I’m pissed.”

“It’ll just be even more exciting when you get back.”

Something on your rear end kept hurting while you were getting everything together. You could easily have bruised your tailbone when you landed on Harry. You go to walk into the bedroom.

“Hey babe, could you check my butt for a bruise, I-“ He quickly mutes his phone and points to it.

“My mum and Gemma!”

“Oh my god!”

You both could hear them laughing. Your face went beat red and you walked into the bathroom to inspect for yourself.

“What the hell have you two been doin’?” Gemma laughs. Harry unmutes the phone.

“Nothin’, we, uh, had a slip on the dance floor last night is all.” He says it loud enough so you’ll hear his lie and hopefully go with it. You come over to the bed to say hi.

“Hi, yeah, I’m a bit clumsy on my feet sometimes.”

“Heard you threw my boy a surprise party, well done.” You smile at them and get off the bed to go back to the kitchen.

“Harry, I’m gonna let you chat with your sister a minute. But I love you and happy birthday. We sent you cards to your P.O. Box.”

“Thanks mum, love you too.”

“Alright, so how’d she really bruise her ass?”

“Like I told you.”

“She’s not clumsy, and from what I’ve heard she’s a great dancer.”

“It’s none of your business.”

“So what you’re into BDSM now?”

“Jesus Gem! No. We both fell last night, think I have bruise myself.”

“What were you doin’?”

“We were in the bathroom and we both slipped and fell, okay?”

“Okay, say no more. Just wanna make sure you’re not roughin’ up the poor girl. How long you in Florida for.”

“Like a week.”

“Not so bad.”

“I’m sure once I’m down there it’ll be fine, I was just looking forward to havin’ the week off together. Unpackin’ and what not.”

“No way she can unpack the entire apartment by herself, plenty for you to still do together.”

Harry smells something sweet coming from the kitchen.

“M’gonna go, I think she’s makin’ me breakfast.”

“Alright, happy birthday again, love you.”

“Thanks, love you too.”

Harry gets out of bed, and definitely feels a bruise on his tailbone. He puts on sweatpants and a t-shirt and goes out to the kitchen.

“Happy official birthday!” You say, stacking pancakes onto a plate. “I made those banana pancakes you like so much.”

“Thank you.” He walks around to kiss your cheek.

“Sorry about that earlier, I didn’t realize you were on the phone.” You say, pouring him a cup of coffee.

“It’s alright, they got a good chuckle out of it.” He makes himself a plate of pancakes and dives in. “Mm, oh my god, so good.” You giggle. “So, how’s your arse?”

“Got a little bruise right here.” You turn and point to your tailbone.

“Think I have one too.” He chuckles.

“We’re idiots.” You laugh.

“Don’t know how I’m gonna sit around watchin’ a game all evening.”

“Once we start drinking it’ll be fine.”

“Niall had a party last year and you weren’t there, now that I think about it.”

“I know, I went home to watch it with my dad and brother. I had a very strong feeling the pats may not go back again for a while so I wanted to watch with them. The superbowl was like another holiday in my house growing up.”

“I can imagine so.”

“My dad would always make shrimp pasta salad, which was a big deal because he never bought shrimp.”

“Why?”

“Too expensive.” You shrug. “So I have that made up too, it’s setting now.”

“You’re such a good cook, I feel spoiled.” He kisses you on the cheek and cleans up your plates. “Lemme go fix the shower curtain, surprised I didn’t bring the whole rod down.”

You wrap your arms around him and press your chest to his back. You nuzzle into him, and you both just stay there for a moment. He rubs his hands over yours.

“Alright, go ahead.” You give his bum a quick pat and off he goes.

You change into a long sleeve, white shirt and some jeans. You throw your Gronk jersey on over your shirt. Harry comes out of the bathroom and raises an eyebrow at you.

“Thought you’d be more of a Brady gal.”

“Oh I have his jersey too, but I know Sarah’s gonna wear hers so I’m opting for Gronky.”

“Gronky?” He chuckles.

“It’s his nick name.”

“Which team are you hoping wins today?”

“Neither.” You say under your breath, but he hears you and starts laughing.

“Y/N.”

“Okay, okay, I don’t know. It would be nice to see Jimmy G. win, but also Kansas City lost to us last year, so it would be nice to see them win too. I don’t know. I’m in it for the commercials this year. Halftime show should be pretty good.”

“Who’s performin’?” He asks, sliding his black jeans up his legs.

“Shakira and J. Lo.”

“Hm, definitely will be entertaining.”

He grabs his Packers sweatshirt out of the closet and you grimace. He gives you a look and you just shake your head with disappointment.

“We don’t have to like the same team you know?”

“I know, but….Jesus.” You say and walk away from him. “Help me carry this stuff down, it’s heavy.”

“You bet.”

You and Harry load up his car with the food and head to Niall’s. It was going to be a chill afternoon. You get there and Sarah helps you put the food in the kitchen. Rachel is chatting with Niall on the couch. He looks over and gets up to greet you both.

“Hey guys.” He smiles and hugs you. “Happy birthday.” He hugs Harry too.

“Thanks mate.”

“Harry, did you have fun last night?” Sarah asks hugging him as well. “Oh! What a beautiful necklace.” He glances down at his pearls.

“Thanks, Y/N got it for me.”

“Haven’t seen you wear those in years.” Niall says. “No one wears jewelry better than you.”

“Rachel, what did you think of Mariah?”

“She was really nice. We’ve texted a little today.”

“That’s great! Do you still wanna do a double date or somethin’? We could go out after I get back from Florida.”

“Sure! If she’s into it.”

“Okay, did you make up the games?” You ask Niall.

“Yup! Here’s the list for when we all need to take a drink.”

“Fantastic.” You look it over and hand it to Harry.

“Have we claimed spots on the sofa yet? I like to sit in the corner.” Harry says.

“You’re the birthday boy, sit where you want.”

“What do you want to drink babe?”

“Just a beer, love.”

You smile and go into the kitchen. The girls follow you. Niall and Harry chat.

“So end of February he’s gonna pop the question.” Harry says to Niall.

“Where are you gonna meet him?”

“Says he wants to go to campus where they met.”

“Cheeseball.” He chuckles.

“I know. Can ya believe Freddie’s gonna be a big brother?”

“It’s wild. I can’t imagine bein’ a parent right now.” He looks back at Sarah then back to Harry. “Feel like I’m just learnin’ how to be a proper boyfriend.”

“I know what you mean. Although…” He looks over at you. You’re laughing about something with the girls as you’re mixing a drink for yourself. “Wouldn’t mind gettin’ her pregnant.” He says lowly.

“That’s half the fun, innit?” They fist bump.

“We’ve talked about it a little, she wants to have kids with me someday.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it’s pretty cool.”

“No offense mate, but back in school I can recall a lot of girls sayin’ they wanted to have your babies.” They both laugh.

“Good thing condoms are a thing.” You and the girls come back over. You hand Harry his beer. “Thank you.” Sarah sits next to Niall and Rachel sits next to her. “C’mere.” He pats his lap.

“I’m not sitting on you all afternoon.”

“Didn’t say ya had to, just c’mere.”

You sit on Harry’s lap and wince. You adjust slightly until it feels comfortable. But you can’t hide the expression on your face.

“You okay?” Rachel asks.

“I’m fine, I just had an accident last night.” Both girls gasp. Niall looks back at Harry.

“What happened?” Sarah asks.

“Stupid me took a shower and I slipped and fell. I landed right on my butt.”

“You took a shower at two in the mornin’? Where were you?” Niall asks Harry.

“Um…”

“Niall, stop it.” Sarah says. “Don’t ask such personal questions. He was obviously in the shower with her.” She grins at the two of you.

The game finally starts, and more of the food comes out. You’re still sitting on Harry’s lap. The NFL did a special tribute to 100 years, and you hollered when you saw Bill and Tom on the field.

“One way or another he gets to be on the field.” Rachel says.

“It’s customary at this point.” You say. “Did you see Gronky, so cute.” Harry pinches your side. “What?”

“You think that oaf is cute?” You, Rachel, and Sarah all gasp and glare at Harry.

“Not a fight you wanna have mate.” Niall says chuckling.

“Don’t be fucking rude, Harry.” Sarah says.

“That man makes me question my entire sexuality.” Rachel says.

“Why?”

“God he could just snap you like a twig.” You say looking at the girls and they groan in agreement.

“You know he’s got a big dick.” Sarah says.

“Alright.” Niall says to her. “That’s enough of that.” Sarah kisses him on the cheek.

“Don’t be jealous, Niall. I’m plenty satisfied with the size of your prick.” She says giggling.

“I think you’ve had enough to drink.” She kisses his cheek again and goes back to the TV.

“Good for Demi.” Rachel says.

“Yeah, she looks great.” You say. “Still comfy with me on you? I can move to the chair.”

“You’re not goin’ anywhere.” He kisses the back of your neck.

The kickoff starts and you all take a drink. The first yellow flag, you all take a drink. The first commercial comes on, and the person who laughs or makes a comment has to drink.

“This dip is so good!” Niall says.

“Thanks, it’s really easy to make.”

“And way better for you. We love a low carb dish.” Sarah says giggling.

The halftime show starts and the three of you start hollering.

“Get it bitch!”

“She looks so good!”

“Starting off with She Wolf? Big dick energy.” You say making everyone laugh.

J. Lo comes out and you all squeal when she sings Waiting for Tonight. You starting singing along.

“God I remember I was like three or four when that song came out. I remember watching the making of the music video on MTV.”

“Same!” Rachel says. “She’s really doing fifty right.”

“Remember ladies, you’re not ugly, you’re just poor.” Sarah says.

“Preach!” You say taking a sip of your drink. “Ever notice how perfect every famous person’s skin is? Would love to have affordable skin care.”

“Nothin’s wrong with your skin, love.” Harry says.

“Plenty is wrong with it. My freckles just cover up the small things.”

“Remember when we were in college and you had to stop using proactive because it burned your skin?” Rachel asks.

“Fuck, that was scary. Then I had to switch to all of the hypoallergenic shit.”

“It burned your skin?”

“Yeah! I had been using it for years, and then all of a sudden it started acting up. I was so mad because my mom had just bought me all new stuff.”

The game goes on, and you all start drinking water to sober up a bit. You and Niall go into the kitchen and pull out a small cake, and stick some candles in it. You dim the lights and start singing. Everyone joins in. Harry’s face lights up and you place the cake onto the coffee table. He blows out the candles and gives you a kiss on the lips.

“Thanks guys.” He says. “I’m feelin’ really loved this weekend.” He smiles and you hug him. “Who wants cake?”

Harry cuts it up and you help him get it onto the plates. You were waiting to post your special message until you got the cake out. You sit down on the couch and set up the pictures and what you wanted to say. You make your post to Instagram and share it to Facebook. Harry sits next to you, taking a bite of the cake. He feels his phone go off, and smiles at the notification.

“I’d just like to wish,” He reads the post out loud.

“Harry, stop!” You giggle.

“My boyfriend Harry a very happy 26th birthday. The last almost six months have been the best of my life and I’m so happy we got to share this day together. I love you to the moon and back, and around again.” He looks at you and puckers his lips. You kiss him and everyone in the room awes.

“Shut up, all of you.” You pout.

“It was very cute.” Niall says.

“Look through the pictures. Some of them I’m saving for our six month.”

“I’m gonna be in Florida for that.” He sighs.

“I know, we’ll celebrate when you get back.”

The game goes on, and when it ends everyone helps clean up. You all say your goodnights and head to the car. You and Harry hold hands the entire way home. It was the perfect birthday weekend.

#harry styles #take it slow #harry styles x reader #harry styles y/n #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #harry styles fluff fic #harry styles smut fic #fluff #smut #what did we think????#who's ready for him to go to florida???

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Will sees Billy kind of like a father/ another parental figure (bcoz fuck lonnie). He has Jonathan of course (and Hopper and Steve), but Billy is the one who teaches him how to play basketball, change a tire, throw a punch, etc. a lot of stuff fathers in the 80’s would generally teach their kids

will has a hard time adjusting to changes in his life.

when his father first left, even though he was a piece of shit, it was weird to lose him. he got so used to the occasional affection that he grew to miss that fatherly figure.

jonathan was still a kid, too. he was dealing with their dad leaving as well, and he didn’t need the responsibility of acting like a dad to will.

joyce was amazing, but she’s a helicopter mom. she’s tactical and confident, but in a mom way, and there’s just some things a woman can’t teach her son as well as a man can (the puberty talk was scarring, to say the least)

bob was kind, bob gave will a chance and didn’t look at him any differently, and will thought that maybe, just maybe he could get a father figure out of him, but we all know what happened with that.

then steve came into their small group, but when and dustin had a very close relationship and steve didn’t care to interact with the other kids.

hopper was kind and amazing, but he didn’t have a super close connection with will. he just wasn’t openly warm and fuzzy and they just didn’t connect.

it shouldn’t have been anyone but lonnie’s responsibility to be will’s dad, but he still wanted someone to fill that hole in his heart, left shattered after the first time lonnie called him gay for crying.

and will wasn’t expecting jack shit out of billy. he was loud and obnoxious and crude and selfish and will wanted nothing to do with the californian.

until the day their av club ran late and, as all the boys were picked up, max and will were the only ones left standing on the steps.

billy’s car was sitting in the high school parking lot, among others, who were staying after for basketball practice or other extra curriuculars.

but jonathan’s car wasn’t there and his mom had the late shift and will wasn’t allowed to ride his bike to school anymore, a stern rule from his mom.

max was waiting on the steps of the middle school since billys practice went until 5:00 and there was still a good ten minutes, plus she didn’t want to leave will alone

when billy eventually came strutting out of the school to his car, 10 minutes later than usual, will was still waiting with max.

“do you need a ride? i can force billy to take you home,” max gave a sheepish smile

“do you think he’ll get mad?”

max shrugged her shoulders in a careless manner before starting to walk down the sidewalk to billy

will followed a step behind and overthought this whole situation. he wasn’t all to sure he wanted to be in a car with the guy who almost ran the party over.

but he had to get home somehow.

“billy, will needs a ride home,” max said, as if there was no room for questioning.

“doesn’t your group ride bikes?”

“i got driven to school today,” wills said, almost inaudibly

billy sighed and took a drag of his cigarette before giving max a glare, then getting into his car, meaning max won the argument.

billy was mean but he’s been left at school because of a careless parent one too many times before getting his liscence.

billy asked only twice which way to go, because he’d only ever driven there from the wheelers, not the school (which was in the opposite direction from the wheelers, but just a mile or two farther than the hargrove-mayfield home)

billy flinched at each rock hit the side of his car as he drove down the bumpy dirt road that led to the byers, cursing at the work he would have to do to clean his car later.

will, who was patiently sat in the back, unbuckled before the car fully stopped an max was getting out, leaning the seat foreward, and letting will go into his house.

billy rolled down the window before will walked in, “hey kid!”

will turned to look at billy cautiously, raising his eyebrows in question

“if you ever need another ride home, i’m expecting you to wash my car after!”

will looked at the car, seeing how muddy the wheels and bottom few inches of the car had gotten compared to the pristine condition of the rest of his car

he nodded and billy rolled up his window, waiting until will got inside before driving away.

max snickered from the passenger seat, “you’re such a softie,”

“am not,”

“i doubt will’s ever washed a car in his life,”

“seriously?” billy raised an eyebrow, glancing over to max

she shrugged, “don’t know,”

two or so months later, billy has developed a routine of driving will home every other tuesday, when joyce and jon are too busy to pick him up.

this one particular tuesday, however, max is home sick, so it’s just going to be the two of them

billy doesn’t see it as being so bad. the av club ends about half an hour before basketball practice does, so will and max usually wait by the car, and when billy walks out, will is looking down at one of his tires

as he gets closer, billy sees that his tire was slashed and completely flat by now, he puffed out a breath angrily as he got closer, and will flinched as he heard billy

“i didn’t do it, i swear, billy—“

“yeah, i know you didn’t do it, kid,”

billy takes a moment to push his anger to that little dark spot in his mind before unlocking his trunk, where he kept a spare tire and car jack

“what’s that?” will asked, referring to the car jack

“what? you’ve never changed a tire before?”

will shook his head no.

billy instructed him to put his bag in the car, then showed will how to position the car jack, then get the car up, then remove and replace the tire.

will’s eyes lit up as he helped billy out the new tire on, never having had a person show him classic-guy things like this. jon just would have called a service or something.

it didn’t end there, though. will started to really enjoy billys company.

he was rough and tough around the edges but very patient with will and understood that he didn’t have much experience in normal life things.

billy even offered to teach will how to shoot a basketball one day when practice was running behind.

it’s not until winter falls into spring that billy teaches will another fantastic life skill.

will comes trudging to the car with max one day in march, head bowed and hoodie covering his face.

billy and max have a silent conversation of ‘what’s up with will’ and ‘don’t ask’

billy doesn’t see it until he’s driving down the road to will’s house and looks in his rear view mirror. there’s a big, blue/red/purple mark on his cheek.

it takes every ounce of power in billy’s body to not track down and kill an 8th grader. but he’s better than that.

as wills getting out of the car to go to his house, billy gets out too, tells max to stay in the car.

“what happened?”

will sighed in defeat, he knew he couldn’t hide it forever, “troy, he’s a dick in my grade and just, hit me today, its not a big deal,”

will looked so dejected at the recap of his day that billy almost hugged him. almost. he had a reputation to upkeep, you know.

“so did you hit him back?”

“i probably would have hurt my hand more than his face if i tried,”

“you don’t know how to punch?”

“do you really think my mom would have taught me how?”

“good point,” billy nodded, taking a moment of silence to think, “are you doing anything this sunday?”

will’s face scrunched up, but he shook his head no. billy had a wicked grin growing on his face.

“perfect. i’m going to teach you how to hit that piece of shit back. i’ll pick you up sunday at one, sound good?”

before will could get a word in, billy was turned around and walking back to the car.

the saturday meet-up wasn’t as bad as wills thought it was gonna be.

billy had picked him up, one on the dot, and driven them out to the old junkyard, bringing a pillow and his toolbox out with him.

he held a pillow to his chest and looked at will. “hit me,”

“what?”

“you wont hurt me, but i brought the pillow so now you especially can’t hurt me, so do it. hit me!”

will gave a weak punch and billy corrected him from there. moved his thumb so he wouldn’t hurt himself, changed the approach, and showed him how to get more power into his hits.

will was a pro by the end of the hour.

“so what’s the toolbox for?” will asked as they were sitting on the hood of a rusty, old car, taking a break

“ahh, the fun part of the afternoon, you mean,”

will raised an eyebrow and watched as billy pulled out a crowbar from the box, handing it to will

“what am i doing with this?”

“hit the car,” billy looked way too excited for this.

when will didn’t move, billy’s shoulders sagged.

“look, it’s therapeutic and these are all dump cars anyway, just start hittin’ it!”

will did, he hit a junky, old, red car as hard as he could and was elated by the huge dent that was pushed in as a result.

“there you go! do it again!” billy encouraged

will did. he hit the car over and over and over.

billy was right, it was therapeutic. every time he had an angry thought, be it about his dad or his bullies, he hit the car and a string that kept him all tied up snapped.

will didn’t even realize he was slowing down until his muscles stopped moving and he had his arms hanging to his sides, crowbar still grasped tightly in his hand.

“feel good?” billy asked, walking closer and taking the crowbar, putting it in the toolbox and locking it, then picking up it and the pillow.

“feels good,” will nodded

billy motioned for will to start walking to where he’d parked the car, only a bit away, so they could go home.

“thank you,” will said as they were driving down the road, music quieter than billy usually played it and a peaceful silence between the two

“what for?”

“doing this... like, manly stuff, i guess. i never knew how to punch or change a tire or play sports before, and it’s been cool hanging out with you,”

will has his whole body turned towards billy (who was peaking glances at him while keeping his eyes on the road).

“i’m glad i can help you out kid. i used to get pushed around a lot, believe it or not, and i wish someone had helped me out and i didn’t have to go it alone, ya know?”

will nodded, glancing out the window and seeing that they were pulling onto his street.

“i’m glad i get to help you out, kid.” billy reached the end of the driveway and parked the car, “let me know if you ever... need a ride to the arcade or something, ok? never be afraid to ask.”

will thanked him again and pushed the door open, going into his house, listening to the camaro’s engine rev after he’d shut the door.

he hadn’t ever had a stable father figure, and he knew billy was too young to be his dad in any sense, but doing things like this made the gap in his heart grow smaller and smaller every day.

because who needs a dad when you’ve got billy hargrove?

#stranger things #billy hargrove #will and bill(y)#will and billy #mediocre—writing #will byers #harringrove

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