#i had 2 hit her with a pillow. for self defense

[lesbiten]

also i didnt realize how deep of a sleeper i was until i was told she had to Bang On The Door so loud that 2 other people in our hall asked if something was genuinely wrong and she had to be like. oh no. im just trying to wake madie up. hilarious to me

[beardedmrbean]

An 85-year-old Idaho woman shot and killed an intruder in her home in what a county prosecutor called "one of the most heroic acts of self-preservation I have ever heard of."

Bingham County Prosecutor Ryan Jolley said in a case review that the woman, identified Wednesday as Christine Jenneiahn, acted in self-defense and ruled it was a case of justifiable homicide.

"That Christine survived this encounter is truly incredible," Jolley wrote. "Her grit, determination, and will to live appear to be what saved her that night."

According to the review, posted on Facebook by the Bingham County Sheriff's Office, an intruder, identified as Derek Condon, broke into Jenneiahn's home at around 2 a.m. on March 13. Jenneiahn told prosecutors she was asleep in her Bingham County home when she was awakened by an intruder who was wearing a military jacket and black ski mask and was pointing a gun and a flashlight at her.

She said her disabled son was also home.

The review says Condon most likely hit Jenneiahn in her head while she was in bed, because Jenneiahn said she'd been hit and because investigators found blood on her pillow and on her bedroom floor.

Condon then handcuffed Jenneiahn and took her to the living room at gunpoint, according to the review. There, he handcuffed her to a wooden chair and asked about her valuables. When she said she didn't have much, he put his gun to her head, the review said.

According to the review, Jenneiahn told Condon she had two safes downstairs. He left her handcuffed in the living room as he looked through several rooms of her home in search of her valuables, prosecutors said.

"At some point," the review says, "he discovered that Christine's son was also in the home and became angry at Christine for not telling him."

Condon started to make numerous threats that he wanted to kill Jenneiahn, according to the review.

While Condon was searching downstairs, she dragged the wooden chair to which she was handcuffed into her bedroom and grabbed her .357 Magnum revolver from under her pillow, the review says. Back in the living room, Jenneiahn hid the gun between the armrest and a cushion as she "waited to see what Condon did next." "Christine's memory of exactly what occurred next remains somewhat unclear," according to the review. Jenneiahn told prosecutors that at some point, when Condon returned to the living room after having rummaged through her home, he again threatened to kill her. "She ultimately made the decision that it was 'now or never' and drew her concealed 357 magnum and engaged Condon striking him with both her shots," the review says.

Condon returned fire, striking Jenneiahn multiple times in her abdomen, a leg, an arm and her chest with a 9 mm pistol, according to the review. Condon went to the kitchen, where he died from the gunshot wounds.

Jenneiahn, still handcuffed, fell over and remained on the floor for about 10 hours until her son came upstairs in the late morning and gave her a phone to call 911. Deputies responded at about 12:17 p.m., the review says.

EastIdahoNews.com reported that Jenneiahn was taken to Eastern Idaho Regional Medical Center in Idaho Falls. She has been released and is recovering, it reported.

Subsequent investigation turned up a broken window in the back of the residence and a screwdriver near where Condon broke in, according to the review. On his body, Condon had a lock pick set, his car key, a handcuff key and a bag filled with items stolen from the home.

Condon's car was also found near the home, according to the review, and a set of footprints leading from the vehicle in the direction of the home was discovered.

Based on Idaho's self-defense law, which states, "No person in this state shall be placed in legal jeopardy of any kind whatsoever for protecting himself," Jolley ruled the killing justifiable.

"This case presents an easy analysis of self-defense and justifiable homicide," Jolley wrote. "It also presents one of the most heroic acts of self-preservation I have ever heard of."

He added: "Absent a clear attempt by Condon to retreat from the residence or surrender, which based on the evidence clearly did not occur, Christine was justified in taking any and all means necessary to defend herself and her son that night."

[whumpdoyoumean]

Whumptober #4

part 1 part 2

xxx i see the danger, it’s written there in your eyes

“He’s not gettin’ any better.” There’s no blame in Kaylee’s voice, no accusation. She’s simply making an observation. 

Somehow, it makes Simon feel worse than if she were angry with him (not that she has it in her to be mad at him for this--none of them do).

Mal has had two more seizures in the last thirty-six hours, and he’s been bleeding from the nose and the gums. He’s in and out of consciousness, and has a persistent high fever that Simon has been struggling to keep down. Even when he’s awake Mal is confused, delirious. A few times, he’s called out names that Simon doesn’t recognize (Zoe says they’re from their war days).

Mostly, though, he talks to Wash, when he’s awake enough to speak.

Hills Fever. It had taken Simon an embarrassingly long time to diagnose--though, in his defense, it’s a disease that’s been near-eradicated for the better part of a century. Simon’s not sure how, exactly, but Mal must have contracted the virus when they’d stopped on Three Hills two weeks ago. Not that the diagnosis helps much. There’s no known treatment for Hills Fever, so all Simon can do is treat the symptoms as they come until Mal recovers. Fluids, fever reducers, anti-seizure meds…All of them are present on the ship in limited quantities. 

Mal doesn’t have forever.

The others have been taking turns sitting by Mal’s side in the tiny infirmary. They’d finally managed to get Zoe to take a break a few hours ago, and now Kaylee is here. She isn’t her usual talkative self. Simon would be lying if he said he didn’t want some of that sunshiney chatter right about now, but he doesn’t blame her for not being in the mood. 

“You ain’t been sleeping much.”

Simon runs his fingers through his hair, letting his hand rest on the back of his head, and he sighs. 

“I’m afraid,” Simon says. It isn’t something that he would have admitted so readily in his early days on the Serenity, not even to Kaylee. Those walls have long since been lowered. “I couldn’t bear it if he needed me and I wasn't here to help.”

Kaylee nods and to his surprise, one corner of her mouth turns up in the ghost of a smile. “You realize you could get from bow to stern in about ten seconds, right? She’s a good ship, but Serenity ain’t exactly big. I’d come and get you if anything happened.”

Simon manages to offer a small smile, despite his exhaustion and worry. “I know you would. I really think it’s better if I stay here, though.”

Kaylee looks like she’s going to argue with him, but doesn’t get the chance. Mal stirs, a low groan escaping him, and his eyes open. They have the same vacant glassiness that’s haunted them these last few days, looking around but not really seeing.

“Cap’n?” Kaylee says softly, putting a hand on the man’s wrist. 

Mal groans again, brow pulling down into a frown. “‘m sorry,” he slurs. His gaze is fixed on a point past Kaylee’s head. “Wash, ‘m sorry…”

He slips back into unconsciousness as quickly as he’d left it. A thin trickle of blood leaks from the corner of one eye, rolling down his cheek like a crimson tear. Kaylee looks up at Simon in alarm. 

“Simon?”

“I know, I see it,” Simon says, grabbing a clean cloth to wipe away the trail of red. 

“Is he gonna be like this much longer?”

“I don’t know.”

xxx 

It’s when Simon falls asleep standing the next day that Zoe finally pulls rank and forces him to go to his bunk for a few hours’ sleep. He doesn’t think he’s going to be able to actually get any meaningful rest, but his head has barely hit the pillow before he’s out.

xxx 

“Doc!” 

Simon jerks awake at the sound of Jayne’s voice and he bolts upright, heart pounding. “Is he okay?”

Jayne’s eyes are wide. “You best come quick. He just started shaking.”

“Another seizure?” 

“I think so,” Jayne says. He sounds nervous.

Simon follows him to the infirmary at a near-run. Zoe is already there, standing next to Mal, and she looks up as Simon enters. Mal is shivering, and he’s drenched in sweat. It takes a moment for Simon’s frantic mind to settle as he realizes what’s happening.

“It isn’t a seizure,” he says.

“It’s not?” Jayne says. “Are you sure?”

Simon nods, and he could almost laugh with the relief that floods over him. “I’m positive. Look.” He points at the monitor. “His fever’s breaking.”

“That’s good,” Zoe says slowly. “That’s good, right?”

“Yes. Yes, that’s very good. I think…” He takes a deep breath and feels some of the tension that’s built up these last few days leave him. “I think he’s going to be okay.”

xxx 

Mal blinks heavily, frowning when he sees Kaylee’s worried face hovering over him. 

“Hey, Cap,” she says. “You in there?”

“I’m here,” Mal says, voice scratchy. Simon is at his side in a flash, fussing over him. Mal largely ignores him, instead shifting his focus to where Zoe and Jayne stand in deep discussion. “What’re you two talkin’ about without me?”

Zoe looks up and smiles. “Good to see you awake, Cap’n. We were just discussing the best way to go about restocking our medical supplies. You nearly cleaned us out.”

Mal blinks in confusion. “Did I?...What happened? I remember goin’ to the bridge, and then…” 

“That was four days ago,” Simon says. “You’ve been very ill. Hills Fever. But you’re past the worst of it, now.”

“Hills Fever,” Mal repeats slowly. “Huh. Never got the shot for that one. Family doc said I was allergic.”

Simon lifts an eyebrow. “Well, that explains why you got sick. Are there any other allergies I should know about?”

“Don’t think so…Gorram, I’m tired.”

“Yes, well, you’ve been through a lot. You need rest.”

“That sounds like a good idea,” Mal says, closing his eyes. He quickly opens them again. “What about medical supplies?”

“We can figure that out later,” Zoe says. “You should do as the doc says.”

“You’re not the boss of me,” Mal mumbles. He looks around, scanning the room for the remainder of his crew. “Where’s River?”

“She’s on the bridge,” Kaylee says. “I can go get her.”

Mal shakes his head once. “No, no. Let her be…” He closes his eyes. He can’t shake the feeling that someone is missing, but he doesn’t get much time to dwell on it before he’s fast asleep.

xxx end

[pvri-more]

Love Within a Forlorn World: Keep You Right Here

(Chapter 1) | (Chapter 2) | (Chapter 3)

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2,687

Chapter Summary: That slow dance in the living room pushes both of your feelings almost to a breaking point. The week after results in a growing desire for both of you & when one particularly emotional night draws you to Wanda, everything unravels.

A/N: Here it is, the moment we’ve all been waiting for 😉! There are 2 songs that play in this chapter, I again recommend listening to them when that part comes :) here are the links: “Let’s Talk” | “No Use I Just Do”. Enjoy this purely sweet chapter.

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It’s been a little over a week since Thanksgiving and ever since that night the atmosphere shifted. Something in the way you looked at each other, the way you smiled at each other, it was deeper. There were more stolen glances & sneaky, innocent attempts at being physically close to one another. An inexplainable need to feel, as if to make sure the other was still there. Every suppressed butterfly in your stomach, every one of Wanda’s stifled urges to get close to you, began to unravel, dissolving away like cotton candy. 

Wanda even went as far as to use her powers on you. Good-natured of course.

You were in the basement, checking to make sure everything was secure & attempting to fix a radio so you could hear any emergency broadcasts if necessary. But Wanda was upstairs in the living room & you had been down there too long for her liking, so she charged up a red energy ball in her hand & sends it down into your mind to make you come back up to her.

Soon enough you were back up into the living room. Feeling like something odd just happened to you, you looked at Wanda. At the sight of her playful, mischievous smile, you knew. You probably should’ve been annoyed that she had you controlled for a moment but you let it slide, finding her neediness endearing.

On another occasion you & Wanda were lying on the living room floor. Wanda had been showing you some self-defense tricks that she learned during her time with the Avengers. You had asked for some lessons in an effort to build your confidence. God forbid you end up in the same position you were in on that day you two met, you couldn’t rely on yourself since clearly your default response to fear was to run & hide.

It was going well until Wanda used her powers again. Starting easy, she telekinetically tossed pillows or books towards you to dodge as a way to help you with your reaction time. But when one hits you a little too hard while you were transfixed on Wanda for too long, you stumble back foolishly. Wanda flinches “I’m sorry!” She urges apologetically. Giving up, you decide to sit on the ground, feigning injury.

“Fuck” you say raising your hand to your head putting on a performance, “why are you abusing me?” You kid, finding it hard to hold in your laugh. Wanda scoffs with her eyes and mouth ajar, humored by your antics. “You little shit.” She adds, amused.

Coming over to sit beside you, you fall onto your back looking to the ceiling. “is the room spinning for you too?” You ask not willing to break character yet. “No, I think you’re dying.” Wanda’s deadpan comedy shining through. You laughed hard at that. Giggling along, Wanda scoots herself down on her back too and the two of you stay like that finding yourselves lost in those overly tired, uncontrollable laughter, delusional conversations.

As your conversation dyes out, Wanda becomes painfully aware once again that this crush she has on you is about to explode. Remembering she doesn’t even know how you feel. Sure, there were moments she could’ve sworn you were flirting back but you were too coy to read sometimes.

Curious and unwilling to keep going along unsure, Wanda turns onto her side & faces you. “So” she starts “you’ve never mentioned any past relationships.” She says in a playful tone. Keeping your eyes to the ceiling you reply, “it’s never come up.”

In her somewhat dazed state, Wanda keeps her eyes stuck on your profile. “Any boyfriends?” She asks you. “Only one.” You answered, sighing fondly at the memory.

Feeling bold Wanda persists. “What about girlfriends?”

Turning your head to look at her, you shift your body. Suspicious of her tone, a smirk forms on your face. “No.” You say flatly, trying to see where this was going.

At that, Wanda rolls back onto her back adding “no as in you’re not interested or no as in it’s never presented itself?” At this point, Wanda’s heart started to speed up a little. Your response to this either meant she had a chance or she’d have to get over something that never even happened.

“It’s never presented itself.” You say, switching roles as you’re now the one maintaining a gaze at her profile. Embellishing, you explain yourself “I don’t focus on my sexuality much, I just go with the flow.” Wanda has to turn her head away to blush, relieved at the answer she wanted, or at least the one that means the door is cracked.

“What about you nosy nelly?” You giggle. She turns back to you, now both on your sides facing each other. “Same as you.” She smiles softly with her mouth closed. “I always said, love is for souls, not bodies.”

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Tonight on the other hand, wasn’t as enjoyable as that night. Now, you were alone in your room having a notably emotional moment missing your family. You don’t remember what triggered it but it consumed you. Overwhelmed by the aching in your heart, you were desperate to have them close to you so you finally mustered up the strength to pull out your family photos. Right away, the flood gates opened.

All their faces, you could trace them perfectly with your eyes closed. All the years, the precious moments, preserved on a 4x6 piece of photo paper. You could still hear their laughs & the conversations, retracing every thing you can’t get back. Through blurry eyes you look up to the ceiling.

How do I endure this? you thought.

On the other side of the wall, unbeknownst to you, Wanda was also feeling unbearably lonely. Curled up on her bed, she had her music playing softly from the speakers, one of the few modern devices in the house. As much as she relied on escapism to push down the pain, sometimes her suppressed emotions got so bottled up they’d start to overflow and the only way to get them out was to let her favorite songs pull them out for her, allowing herself to feel them.

How do I endure this? She mumbles to herself with a crack in her voice. As cathartic tears break through & provide her some release, she gets the sudden feeling of wishing you’d come in to comfort her.

Sifting through the photos, you came across one of you and your siblings as children. It was a candid of all of you in your living room. Instantly, a wave of despair washes over you. The overwhelming feeling of grief flooded your eyes & your chest got tight. You squeezed your eyes shut giving yourself a moment.

Looking back down at it you saw the scene clearer now. You were on the couch, holding your favorite stuffed animal and smiling at your siblings who were on the floor laughing at something. Suddenly you remembered Wanda’s comment Thanksgiving morning “I bet you were one cute kid.” Smiling, you thought she’d like to see these.

Feeling the need to be close to her, without thinking you wiped your eyes, placing the photos back in the box and carrying it over to Wanda’s room. 

You knocked gently, waiting until you heard her soft “come in” to walk through.

“Hey.” You said quietly. Taking in your surroundings, you see Wanda roll over to face you while the sound of music plays faintly through the room. You make eye contact, each becoming sympathetically aware of the others red eyes from crying. A knot formed in your stomach at the sight of her.

“Well. Aren’t we quite the pair.” You say trying to lighten the load of the situation. Wanda chuckles, amazed at your timing. She didn’t even use her powers. “we must be connected.” She responds lovingly.

You like the sound of that.

Making your way to her, Wanda leans up, positioning herself upright against her pillows. She pats down on the bed signaling for you to sit. Once you do, the box in your hands finally comes into Wanda’s view. “What’s that?” She asks, motioning toward the object in your hands.

“It’s my family photos & some of their special items.” That peaks her interest. You continue, “I was finally looking through them after avoiding them for so long. That’s why I look like this.” You say gesturing up & down your body with your hand. Wanda giggles quietly but gives you a look of condolence. She knows how it feels.

“As I was looking through them I remembered our conversation the other morning, about us as kids & I thought you’d enjoy them too.”

A giddy smile rises on Wanda’s face “yes I would! Gimme!” She reaches for the one photo in your hand & you give it to her. Her mouth opened in adoration “Oh my god y/n, look at you!” You watch her as she ogles at the photo. “I knew it, you were one cute kid.” You lifted your chin in the air with a playful, prideful smile. She hands it back to you & you open the box to take out a stack.

As time passed Wanda eventually pulled out some of her own photos as well & you had made yourself comfortable, laying perpendicular to Wanda & resting your head on her thighs. The stack of photos were placed in between the two of you, each pulling them out one by one, handing them back & forth, reliving the memories.

Wanda can’t get enough of your photos. She asks you questions, careful not to overstep, understanding how hard it can be but you don’t mind. You’re doing much better looking at them with her than you were alone. It was easier with her, everything was. That fact remained noted in your mind.

& just like Wanda, you were having the time of your life looking at her younger self. These frozen moments in time gave you real, tangible glimpses into her world. Laughing at the other’s backstory to a funny photo or consoling each other whenever one photo pulled a little too hard on the heart, it only made you feel closer to her.

Sooner or later, both of you found yourselves okay with stopping, wanting to save some for another time. As you put yours back in your box you spoke up, “you know, sharing these photos with you... it helps keep them alive. Like they still make an impression in this world.”

The song on the speakers changes & the dreamy texture of “Let’s Talk” by Timecop1983 streams through the air.

You set the box on the ground before repositioning yourself on the bed. Now you sit, one leg hanging off & the other bent flat on the mattress. Your arm arched over Wanda’s legs to support you. “They still do.” She says sweetly. “Sometimes it feels impossible to find the silver lining in all this suffering, but we all make impacts that live on after us.” She looks down, images of all the people she’s lost flash in her mind like a film reel. Returning her eyes to you she continues, “and having someone who gets it makes it less lonely.”

“It’s good to talk about them.” She states. “Thank you for sharing them with me.” She continues, giving you an appreciative smile. You smile back at her, pausing for a moment. “How did I get so lucky to end up here with you?” Looking you over, Wanda shakes her head, “it’s me who’s lucky.”

Giving her one last smile, you look over at the clock, surprised to see it read 1:12am. “Geez. I didn’t realize how late it was.” you said. Wanda never tore her gaze from you. “I’ll let you sleep.” you say, lifting yourself off the bed. Right as you were about to bend down & pick up your photos Wanda grabs your hand to stop you.

“Stay with me.”

Her voice was so gentle, so pure. In it you noticed the tiniest hint of pleading. How could you say no. You turn to her again as the song fades out & flows right into the delicate melody of Hayley Williams’ “No Use I Just Do”.

In silent compliance you sit back down, still holding her hand. Just above a whisper you respond “okay.”

Time slows down. Snowflakes outside her bedroom window that were once falling at their normal pace now cascade slowly & gracefully. The air in the room becomes heavy & the weight of the moment draws you two to each other. Whether it was the song or the past couple hours that caused the final push, it didn’t even matter.

Wanda’s sweet eyes bore into you, that same look of desire from Thanksgiving night returned, except this time you have one too.

All it takes is one look at your lips for all of Wanda’s walls to crumble. All her firm boundaries, so thought out & reliable, the years of building a barricade around her heart to make sure it never broke again, her uncertainty to make a move, it was no use when it came to you.

Finally, surrendering to months of longing, she leans forward, slides her hand to the back of your neck & connects her lips to yours.

You’re pretty sure your heart stopped beating. You forgot everything for a moment. Everything but Wanda.

Melting into her you gain more assuredness & move your body closer. You don’t know how long it was before Wanda brings her other hand to the back of your neck & presses down, silently asking you to follow her as she leans backwards, careful not to separate your lips.

Understanding, you swing your leg over hers, & then bring the other one from the side of the bed up to rest on the other side of her legs. Hovering over her, she slides herself down to rest her head on her pillow, wrapping both arms around your neck & pulling you closer.

It’s all bliss. Right here, right now, there are no problems. There’s no dying world beyond these walls. The brisk cold winter contrasts the comfort of her bed & the warm orange glow from her lamp. Only you two & this moment.

You part for a minute, wanting to look at her. Only then do you register the lyrics of the song again. How perfect, you think to yourself.

Wanda glides both sides of your loose hair behind your ears & runs her thumb across your cheek. You return the favor, pushing her little hairs off her face.

Coming back to earth she smiles, letting out a little laugh through her nostrils. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” She admits.

“So... all this time you had a crush on me?” You teased. She giggles, not even interested in coming up with a comeback. She just wrapped her arms back around your neck, & pecked your lips. Humming “mhm” in agreement.

At that, you return to your previous position, kissing her again and again. Wanda eventually slides her arms from your neck to your upper waist & pulls down on your shirt, signaling for you to drop down. Pressed against her body, your forearms rest on either side of her, while her hands hold both sides of your waist.

Rolling you over so that you’re both on your sides, her one hand then moves to slide under your shirt, running it up & down in short, slow movements.

Once you broke apart again, Wanda tells you to sleep here with her. Not wanting you to leave. So you stay.

Getting under her covers you’re on your back now as Wanda curls up into your side. She latches onto you tightly, afraid that if she let’s go something could happen to you. That you could evaporate like half the world did 4 years ago.

Forcing the anxious thought out of her mind, she pecks your cheek, then places her head in the crook of your neck & kisses your neck. You turn your head to kiss her temple before both of you float off into sleep.

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Chapter 4: Falling in Love

Tag list: @xxxtwilightaxelxxx

Hopefully this fic is coming along cohesively, I’m still kind of struggling to find a point to all this but we’re rolling with it haha. I hope you’re enjoying it & I would love to hear what you guys think! (Send me an ask because this is my side blog & I won’t be able to reply any other way 😕)

[kinktae]

novocaine || pt. 2 (M)

↳ PART OF MY REWIND SERIES

Going home was hard – painful even. But falling back in love with Jimin, the boy you left behind? Downright gut-wrenching.

pairing: punk!jimin x reader

word count: 12k

genre: 1990s au, exes au, angst, smut

warnings: 90s slang, alcohol, ghosts/spookiness, SMUT, oral (f), unprotected sex, jimin plows his load in y/n’s mouth yum

A/N: YEAH BOI ITS ANOTHER SERIES!!! 

01 | 02 | 03 | 04

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PART TWO

Rolling over on your bed, you met the light creeping into your room with a groan.

"Fuck." You muttered.

You didn't need to get out of bed to confirm what you already knew as fact:

You were viciously hungover.

Gone were the days of your youth where you could drink to your heart's content and hop out of bed to do it again the next day. Instead, you were incapacitated and wallowing in self-hatred for the mistakes made last night.

And what a plethora of fucking mistakes you had made.

Memories of your tongue against Yoongi's resurfaced, accompanied by a wide-eyed Jimin walking in. You reached for the pillow behind your head and pressed it over your face, smothering the sound of your mortified scream.

Letting your hands fall back down to your sides, you couldn’t find the strength to remove the fluffy cushion from your face. Maybe if you were lucky, you'd fall back asleep and suffocate quietly, freeing you once and for all from this endless cycle of perpetual regret.

Jimin had woken you up early — he mentioned something about having to head to work — and drove you back home the next morning. You were still somewhat drunk, and if you were honest, your memory of the car ride back was spotty at best. You wouldn’t doubt you had made a fool of yourself.

"Oh, good. You're awake."

The curtness of your grandmother's voice was enough for you to push the murder weapon off your face, perching yourself up on your elbows as you met Gram's eyes regrettably.

Her lips were pursed as she made her way to the foot of your bed, tugging her morning robe around her tighter with one hand and offering you a cup of coffee with another.

You took it graciously.

"Now, just because you're an adult doesn't mean I don't deserve a heads up when you're not coming home."

"I'm sorry," You began, eyes falling to the cup of joe you had wrapped both hands around, face twisted in shame. "I thought I was doing the responsible thing, but I just ended up worrying you further. I should have called."

She let out a hum, "You have Hobi to thank for the reason I've decided to let you live to see another day. I got a hit on the hip right as I was slipping into bed. He paged and told me you had gone home with Jimin."

You jerked your head up to face her. Her expression, although unreadable at first glance, held just a hint of suggestiveness. You knew at once what she was thinking.

"What time is it?" You cleared your throat.

"Two in the afternoon. Why? Did you have plans with Jimin today?" She asked, her nosiness poorly concealed with a nonchalant tone.

"What— Grams!"

She threw her hands up defensively.

"No, no, you're right. It's none of my business what you do with your ex-boyfriend."

Your ears burned at the implications of her words.

"We weren't doing anything! He just let me crash at his for the night. Get your mind out of the gutter." You explained yourself hurriedly.

"My, my," She smirked, crossing her legs, "look at you all worked up. I didn't say that you two were sleeping together."

"No, but you were hinting at it." You accused, taking a sip of the coffee. The liquid warmed your insides as it made its way down your vodka abused esophagus.

"Darling, I'm an old lady. We instigate, it's what we do." Grams confirmed with a shrug.

"It wasn't anything more than a friendly gesture. We're not getting back together or anything." You tapped your fingers against the ceramic mug. 

You recognized it as the one you had made during art class back in your youth. On it, you had painted an incredibly rough rendering of the doll from Rugrats, your favorite show as a child. You had scribbled underneath it in illegible child's handwriting 'GRAMS.'

Objectively, it had to be one of the ugliest mugs you had ever set your eyes on (Cynthia's head looked less doll-like and more like a football with noodles sticking out of it). Still, you remembered how proud you felt handing that mug over to your grandmother all those years ago.

"Besides, after last night... I doubt he'd ever want to see me again."

"Oh, sweetheart, surely that's not true." Your grandmother insisted. "You know I've always liked that Jimin boy."

"Yeah…"

"After you left, he used to drive me out to the cemetery every Sunday. Hobi would tag along too. They're good boys, those two. I remember the way Jimin spoke about you. He is so in love with you, darling—"

"Was. He was." Your words had come out colder than you wanted. But your heart was bleeding. You couldn't bear another reminder of how wonderful the boy you had mistreated was.

He took care of you last night. You didn't deserve his kindness, but he gave it to you anyway, because that's the kind of person Jimin was. The sort of person who drove his ex's grandmother to the cemetery, and who let that same ex crash at his place when she had drunk herself stupid, for fuck's sake.

But you couldn't confuse his goodwill for anything more; for something it wasn't. Something you had lost the right to years ago.

You wouldn't fool yourself into thinking that Jimin still loved you. He couldn't.

Your grandmother had sensed the way your mood had darkened, reaching over to cover your hand with her's.

You did your best to offer her a pleasant smile, eyes falling back onto your drink that now felt cold between your fingers.

Grams sighed, pushing herself off your bed.

"Well, then. It's time to start the day. I'll have lunch ready in 20 minutes. Go clean yourself up. Oh, and you've got that nice Guyi girl on the line waiting for you."

At her words, you couldn't help but perk up.

"Oh, okay. Thanks, Grams."

You watched silently as your grandmother made her way out, setting down your coffee mug onto your nightstand's peeling surface. You had painted it black sometime during the depths your teenaged angst, and the paint had clearly not withstood the test of time.

Wrapping your hand around the plastic handset, you brought it to your ear.

"Guyi?"

"Hey, you're alive!" Her tone was pleasant and brought a smile to your face.

"Unfortunately." You chuckled, bringing a hand up to rub at one of your tired eyes. "Hey, about last night… I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have drunk so much. I'm so embarrassed you had to see me like that." 

You really were remorseful that you had caused such a scene. If you knew Guyi, she had spent most of her night running around, ensuring everyone was having a good time. You were ashamed to think she had been pulled away from her host duties to babysit your drunk self.

"Do you need any help cleaning up? I can come over." You continued, hand fiddling with the fabric of your pajamas shorts. Jeez, you didn't even remember changing into these.

"Aw, that's so considerate, but no, it's okay, I'm– Hey, put that down right now!"

You recoiled at her sudden exclaim, pulling the handset away from your ear. 

"Uh, is everything okay?" You mused, pausing to listen to the incoherent bickering on the other side of the line.

"Sorry about that." Guyi let out a sigh, finally returning back to the phone. "I'm babysitting."

"Damn. The kid is that bad?"

"Nary is a pretty cool kid. She usually just plays her games and tends to herself. She got her Gameboy taken away this week, though, and it seems that the lack of video games has transformed her from a human girl into a rampaging goblin." She grumbled.

"Put on Full House."

"You think?"

"I did my share of babysitting over the years, and nothing gets kids to shut up like Uncle Jesse. And if he doesn't do it for her, then Aunt Becky will." You offered, causing Guyi to chuckle.

"I'll try it. Anyway, don't worry too much about last night. I'm just happy to hear you made it home from Jimin's alright." She told you.

"Yeah... Yeah, I'm okay."

There was a pause on the line as if Guyi was contemplating her next words.

"You guys are cool, right?" She questioned hesitantly, immediately making your stomach drop. "I realize I should've double-checked before I let you go home with him."

Chewing on your bottom lip, you allowed yourself your own moment of contemplation.

"If I'm honest?" You began.

"Yeah?"

"Pretty sure he hates me." You emphasized into the phone's mic.

"What? There's no way."

"Can you blame him? Especially after last night?"

You laid your body back down across your bed, your mattress squeaking out under your sudden weight.

"Are you talking about the Yoongi thing? I heard about that. I don't think Jimin would hold that against you? I mean… I'm assuming you didn't know he was Jimin's ex."

"I most definitely did not." You confirmed.

Guyi hummed into the phone, "Besides, it's not like Jimin's hung up on Yoongi or anything."

"What do you mean?" 

You regretted your reply as soon as it left your mouth. You had no business prying into Jimin's love life. But, then again, you had never claimed to be a decent person.

"Well, I don't know the full story. I just know Jimin ended things out of nowhere over the phone, and Yoongi did not take it well. The two aren't on speaking terms."

At the new information, you sat up, immediately intrigued. You couldn't imagine Jimin ending a relationship in such an impersonal way. That didn't sound like him at all. Without fail, this was the guy who would cry every time the two of you watched The Fox and the Hound, which, admittedly, was probably more often than the average teenager.

"Oh." Was your impersonal response.

"Anyway, I'm glad to hear that you're alive. Let me know if you need anything. Let's have a girls' night and catch up sometime, okay?" She said.

A girl's night, huh. The idea excited you, despite the stern voice in the back of your head that reminded you that this was temporary. That getting attached to old faces would only hurt you, left behind once again after you inevitably left town.

A sinking feeling accompanied you, sat beside you on your rickety childhood bed.

"Definitely."

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You had just finished waddling over to the car when a shout of your name caught your attention. Whirling around, the blue plastic bags swung round with you, the smiley faces printed on them mimicked yours as you made eye contact with Hoseok.

You had spent this past week with your grandmother, helping her with all the repairs she had never gotten around to. With a freshly painted fence and a garden that deserved a spot on the next HG magazine issue, the house was looking more and more like you had left it. The next mission on your list was a deep carpet cleaning. You had just finished buying some carpet cleaner and a few other errands your Grams had asked for when you heard your neighbor's voice call for you.

Running past the frosted tip boy was a bright head of pink, vibrant locks swaying as she bounced your way.

You let out a surprised laugh as Gwen engulfed you in a hug, your arms pinned to your side under your groceries' weight.

"Hey, girl! I've been wondering where you've been. I haven't seen you since Guyi's party." She enthused, slipping her fingers around yours and prying some off the bags out your grip. You gave her a grateful smile, unlocking your grandmother's van's trunk, the two of you setting your bags down.

"I guess you could say I've been trying to keep a low profile." You admitted, slamming the trunk shut. "Last week was enough public embarrassment to last me a year."

The sound of a skateboard rolling in your direction came into earshot. Within seconds, Hoseok came into view, stopping his board without effort as he flashed you a sincere smile.

"How's it hangin', kid?" He greeted.

"Just running some errands for Grams. What are you guys doing here?" 

While your group certainly had their fair share of odd hangout spots, parking lots typically weren't one of them. Your childhood friend brought his board up with a quick motion of his foot, holding it to his side with a single hand. The side of your mouth quirked up in amusement, amused to see the underside of his board was covered with Lisa Frank stickers.

Flickering your eyes between Hobi and his girlfriend, you wondered briefly who was responsible for that creative decision.

"I'm trying to teach this one how to skate," Hobi explained, gesturing to his girlfriend, "Walmart's got a nice newly paved parking lot, plus it’s usually empty around this time of day."

"He's a terrible teacher." Gwen turned to you with a pout on her glossed lips.

Hoseok's eyes widened, clearly offended, "Baby, don’t even. I told you to wear sneakers!"

In unison, the three of you all glanced down toward's Gwen's feet, taking note of the sparkly pink jelly heels she was donning today.

"Just because I'm learning to skate doesn't mean I can't look good while doing it." Gwen reminded.

You couldn't help but laugh. Indeed, she had gone all out, blue eyeliner and butterfly clips in tow as she glanced back at her skater boyfriend.

"This is the part where you tell me that I'm beautiful no matter what I wear." She deadpanned.

Hoseok stood there dumbly, staring back at his girlfriend as if he was still processing what she had said.

"Huh? Oh, yeah... Baby, you're beaut—"

"Oh, save it." She cut him off disinterestedly, turning back to you instead. "Men are such a pain."

You found yourself nodding back immediately, "Definitely more work than they're worth."

"I am... standing right here." Hoseok reminded.

"Hey, what are you doing this weekend?" Gwen ignored the disgruntled man.

Tucking a hand into the front pocket of your jeans, you shrugged.

"I'm not sure yet. Why?"

"The bonfire is this Friday. Hobi was gonna drive us, you should totally come with!" She suggested.

"Bonfire?"

"Oh, right." Gwen suddenly realized that the tradition started in the years after your disappearance and you probably didn’t know about it. "Someone throws one every first Friday of the month."

You nodded interestedly, "Where is it?"

"Do you remember Old Man Carswell?” Hoseok piped up suddenly. Your eyes widened in disbelief, haven't had heard that name in ages.

"He's still alive?!" You gaped.

"Oh, no, no, dead as a doornail." He reassured with a nonchalant laugh. "But he left his property to his estranged son who never once showed up to claim it. We use his backyard for bonfires."

"Oh, sick."

Gwen clapped her hands together excitedly, "Yeah, it's always lots of fun! There's also a tradition where you can bring something to throw into the pit if you want. So if something has been wigging you out, like a letter from an ex or bad report card... into the fire it goes!"

"There's always drinks and music if you don't care about that corny shit." Hoseok shrugged.

You let the idea sit for a moment. Attending another gathering wasn't exactly keeping a low profile like you had promised yourself you would. 

Also, you're assuming there was a high probability that Jimin would go too. As much as your sad pining heart longed to see him again, the very last thing you wanted to do was cause him more trouble than you already had.

"I dunno…" You rubbed your ankle against your calf nervously.

Gwen bumped her hip into yours reassuringly.

"You sure? Someone calls the cops on us every time, you won't wanna miss it." She wiggled her brows.

"C'mon, kid. Come hang out with us misfits. For old times sake." Hobi said.

You glanced between the two rays of sunshine anxiously, the urge to say yes prickling at your throat.

Would it really be okay? Sure, you'd probably run into Jimin again, but surely nothing would go astray this time if you stayed by Hobi and Gwen and avoided any mint-haired boys.

Right?

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You felt misplaced. Even more so than at Guyi's party.

Hovering by Hoseok and his girlfriend, you wrapped your arms around your chest, not sure if the nip of the night or your nerves were the cause for your shivering.

The three of you had arrived at the bonfire just minutes ago. Still, already you had begun to rethink your decision in accepting the invitation. The green yard seemed to stretch for miles in the dark, the floor illuminated only as far as the light of the large bonfire's flames could reach.

A few people carried handheld lanterns, chatting amongst themselves happily as their shadows bent around them, dancing around the light source.

So many faces you recognized, yet so little people you knew. Any and all common ground you had with these people fading away with the years kept apart. You swallowed down your discomfort, ignoring the way everyone's eyes flickered onto you now and again. Maybe it was your lasting impression at Guyi's party or maybe the fact that there was a fire involved; whatever it was, it made you feel dizzy, and though you tried your best to hold up conversations, you eventually had to sneak off, needing a moment to yourself.

Standing across the wide pit of fire, you stared into it quietly, the hues of its flames painting your skin and the faces of those around you.

Truth be told, you were tired. The kind of tired that didn't seem to let up, no matter how many hours of sleep you got. The kind of tired that came from every second you spent stopping yourself from letting your mind wander to the darkest memory you had of this town.

You didn't know how hard it would be, how you could busy yourself with things to do when suddenly, a certain street sign could come into view, and memories came crashing in.

Your time back here was limited, and every day that passed had you wondering whether or not it was time to head back.

"Hey."

The sudden voice made you jerk slightly, whirling around in alarm to find that a familiar figure had somehow snuck beside you, his head peering down at the massive fire pit. Your shoulders shrunk into themselves involuntarily, embarrassment prickling at your cheeks as you took Jimin in.

He had on the leather jacket you had bought him years ago; butterflies fluttered in your stomach to know he still wore it after all these years.

"Oh, hi. Hey." You sputtered back nervously, not knowing how on earth you were meant to face him sober.

"Long time, no see." He turned his head towards you, sending your eyes the other direction.

"Y-Yeah. Um… thanks again for that night. That was really kind of you, with all things considering…"

He shrugged. "So, you're back."

Your fingers found the fabric of your sweater, picking at the fleece nervously.

"Not permanently, but yeah... I'm back."

"How is it? Being back, I mean?" He asked delicately, making your stomach flip.

"Everyone keeps looking at me like I'm going to burst into tears any second now." You answered honestly, surprising the two of you.

You had no idea why you were telling him this. It would've been easier to lie and say it was fine– that everything was okay. But Jimin was your person. He was the one who could get you to open up when no one else could, knowing how to make you feel better.

Perhaps old habits died hard.

He raised a brow, "And are you?"

You smiled, shaking your head.

"No." You breathed, watching your breath fan out into the night sky. "No, I don't cry anymore. Not for a long while, at least."

Jimin watched you for a second, taking in the way you curled into yourself, hands reaching out towards the fire in an attempt to warm them. The night had grown unusually nippy, and you clearly weren't dressed for the occasion with your ripped jeans and a thin sweater.

And with a soft rustle of fabric, he slipped himself out of the large jacket and draped it over your shoulders, making your eyes go round.

"You'll catch a cold." Was his only explanation, turning towards the fire to avert your shell shocked expression.

You could only nod dumbly, stunned into silence as you fought back your clamoring heart that was trying to pound its way out of your chest.

With the fire's light, you could just barely make out a pink hue in his cheeks, his hand coming up to run through his hair.

"It's beautiful."

Jimin turned to you in surprise, only to find you admiring the dancing flames in front of you.

"In a wicked sort of way. Alluring really. Kind of makes you want to sit and watch as it burns anything that gets too close." You elaborate further, pulling the jacket closer around your frame.

Jimin considered your words carefully, gaze locked on your profile, "I know the feeling."

"Alright, you dirty misfits, gather round. It's time for the sacrificial seance to begin."

A round of laughter brought yours and Jimin's attention back onto the rest of the crowd, finding humor in Hoseok's words.

"What's happening?"

"The burning tradition."

The two of you made your way over to the rest of the bonfire attendees, the shared moment between you long forgotten between excited shrieks and mindless chatter.

Everyone seemed the gather around Hoseok, whose chest was puffed out comically as he held his arms out wide beside him, grabbing everyone's attention with a loud 'Attention!'

"As you know, fellow coven members, we are on sacred ground. The very earth we are standing on is potent with energy, strange and powerful—"

"Cut the bullshit, Hobi! We're freezing our asses off here!" A random attendee interrupted, making you chuckle.

"Alright, alright! You already know what the fuck goes on, talk your shit and throw it in." Hoseok rolled his eyes, reaching over to pick up a container of lighter fluid, pouring some into the pit.

"Back it up!"

The crowd exclaimed as the fire grew with a roar, a few cheers ringing out in good spirits.

"Whose first?"

"I'll go!"

You looked over at the volunteer to see Guyi emerging towards the front, her dark bangs pushed out of her face for once by a pretty white headband.

"I brought my chemistry notebook. My first ever C." Guyi frowned, holding it out as if to show everyone.

"Throw it in!" Jungkook hollered from somewhere in the back, which Hoseok repeated.

The paper notebook was thrown into the blaze, landing with a soft thud onto the pile of wood and previously discarded miscellaneous items that had been burnt past the point of recognition.

"Fuck Chem!" Hobi called out jubilantly, punching a fist into the air enthusiastically.

"Fuck Chem!" Many chimed in with their own shouts.

You watched in amusement as everyone got rid of their items one by one, followed by joyous hoots and hollers that always sent the group giggling.

Bad grades, speeding tickets, pictures of an ex, birthday cards from shitty relatives— nothing survived the scorching kiss of the fire pit's mouth.

You could see the symbolism in it. No matter how big the problem seemed, once you threw it in, it was nothing more than fuel for the fire, indistinguishable come daylight.

"Y/N?"

"Hm?" You heard Gwen call your name.

"Got anything to burn?" She smiled.

Suddenly, the card in your pocket felt heavy. You had completely forgotten all about your object, too caught up in the good atmosphere.

"Oh, um, I didn't bring anything." You lied.

"Bullshit, I saw you shove something in your back pocket when I picked you up." Hoseok was quick to call out your bluff, throwing an arm around Gwen's shoulders.

"I, uh..."

Jimin watched you with interest, recognizing the way your body had become tense as if uncomfortable.

"I know it feels silly, but it's all in good fun. Give it a shot. We don't judge." The pink-haired girl reassured.

"And how!" Hobi confirmed enthusiastically.

Pressing your lips together, you pulled the card from the pockets of your jeans, holding it between your two hands tightly as you made your way over to the edge of the fire.

The card caved under your grip, fingers pressing into the material to prevent them from trembling. You cleared your throat.

"It's a leftover invitation to my parents' funeral. I found it in the drawer of my nightstand." You said.

You could hear the silence behind you as you threw it in, the blaze beginning to consume the memoir before it could even hit the ground.

Turning back towards everyone, you fought back the tight feeling in your chest, feeling small under everyone's stares. No one said anything, no one wanting to be the first to break the silence that was irrevocably yours.

The usual urge to run away, to up and leave, to never see another familiar face, crawled back into the back of your head. It was never far from you really; you pushed it away most of the time, but it was moments like these, where every pair of eyes you met offered their condolences, that you feared you wouldn't be able to push it back any longer.

Suddenly, Jimin stepped forward, his hands coming up to cup around the sides of his mouth.

"Fuck funerals!" He shouted unexpectedly, taking you by surprise.

Your eyes met his; he offered you a soundless nod, knowing exactly what you were saying without you needing to say a word.

"Yeah, fuck funerals!" Hobi's voice rang out in agreement.

"Fuck funerals!"

Time stood still.

You watched in what felt like slow motion as everyone joined in, smiles wide and middle fingers finding the air, and for the first time since you got here, standing among your old friends and peers, you felt at home.

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"Y/N!"

Your conversation with Guyi came to a halt, the both of you looking over to where Hoseok was waving you over.

Smiling at your old friend, you excused yourself, walking over to where Hoseok and Gwen stood, flashlights in hand.

"What's up?" You greeted as you reached the couple.

"You up for some ghost hunting, kid?" Hobi's eyebrows wiggled mischievously.

"What? Where?" You furrowed your brows, a confused grin finding its way onto your face.

You watched as he held an arm out, the stream of his flashlight stretching over to point at the abandoned home of the late Mr. Carswell. Your grin fell abruptly.

"Are you insane? You want the three of us to break into his house?" You gawked in disbelief.

"Hm… You're right." Hoseok tapped a finger to his chin as if to feign contemplation. He turned away from you suddenly. "Yo, Jimin!"

You watched in horror as the man in question, who had been chatting with other friends up until now, turned towards you three, an eyebrow raised as he urged the skater boy to continue.

"We're going ghostbusting, you in or what?"

Jimin turned back to the group he was with, exchanging a few words before moving to jog over.

"Now it's the four of us. Great thinking, Y/N." Hoseok winked, leaving you flustered.

You bit back your protest, flashing Jimin an awkward smile as he reached the group. Hoseok threw one of the flashlights over to him, which he caught easily, spinning it around in his palm.

"Let's do this thing."

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"This feels so wrong." You fiddled with your fingers nervously, watching as the two boys pried back a boarded up window, the four of you hidden by the thick brush of the house's unkempt garden.

"Dude, you used to love this kind of shit." Hoseok reminded as the wooden barrier detached itself, placing it down on the floor with your ex-boyfriend's help.

Jimin let out a laugh, wiping his hand onto the back of his jeans, "C'mon, bug, live a little. Be spontaneous."

You bit the inside of your cheek, turning away from Jimin as you tried your hardest to ignore the way his old nickname for you had suddenly resurface.

"I'm plenty spontaneous! Moving from city to city, taking up all kinds of jobs – what kind of non-spontaneous person does that?" You puffed your cheeks out, eager to defend your reputation.

"So?"

"So, breaking and entering is a crime, and if I get arrested, Grams will actually cut me up into little pieces and bake me into an apple pie!" You huffed.

"Man, gotta love Elvie's apple pie." Hoseok reminisced to himself, rubbing at his stomach appreciatively.

You frowned as the two boys climbed through the window and into the old, large house.

"I wouldn't worry about getting arrested," Gwen reassured you as she followed after, Hoseok helping her through from the inside. She landed inside gracefully, flipping her pink hair over her shoulder prettily.

Hoseok leaned over and rested an elbow on the window sill, looking at you expectantly.

"Gwen's old man is the sheriff." He told you. You merely glared at him as he puffed out his collar. "That's right, I scored me a girl with benefits."

You didn't need to see behind Hoseok to know it had been Gwen to cause him to groan out in pain, rubbing at his upper arm with a pout.

Begrudgingly, you let the cheeky boy help you in, a cloud of dust spreading out underneath your feet as you dropped onto the old hardwood floor.

You were surprised to find the house in perfect condition – if it weren't for the doors and windows being boarded up, you might have thought you just broke into someone's still inhabited home. Of course, there was dirt and the odd food wrapper or two on the floor, undoubtedly from other people who had dared to venture in.

Sure, there were stains on the ceiling and paint cracks on the walls, but it was hardly worse than your Grams' place before you got around to repairs.

"Remember, gang, don't touch anything, leave no evidence we were here, and whatever you do… don't cross the streams!" Hoseok clicked the flashlight on, holding it up underneath his chin, illuminated his face creepily.

You rolled your eyes at the Ghostbusters reference, but crossed your arms over your chest regardless, not wanting to accidentally brush a hand against something.

The living room's furniture was bulky and dated, clearly showing Mr. Carswell's age; he was well into his nineties at the time of his passing.

"Hello? Old Man Carswell? You still in here, bud?" Hoseok called out jokingly, kicking at a discarded beer can. It rolled across the large living room and out of sight, the range of the flashlight only stretching out so far.

"Oh god, you're gonna piss him off." You hissed.

"I'm with Y/N on this one. Don't go angering the spirits." Gwen nodded, hands wrapped around Hoseok's previously ailed bicep.

"He was cranky," Jimin recalled.

Memories of Mr. Carswell waving around his wooden cane at you and your friends as he chased you off his yard resurfaced suddenly. Given, there were only so many times you could ding dong ditch a man before he eventually got annoyed. But still, he was notoriously callous, refusing to participate in neighborhood events such as house to house trick-or-treating or Christmas decorating. It didn't surprise you that his kids wanted nothing to do with him.

"Don't worry, baby, I'll protect you." Hoseok flexed his unoccupied arm, causing his girlfriend to scoff.

"You? You start screaming bloody murder if you even hear a bee."

"Hey! Don't you remember the movie My Girl?" Hobi was quick to quip back. "Death via bees is a very real thing–"

"You're not even allergic to bees." You mused.

"–ghosts, however... not real." He concluded.

You rolled your eyes, "Says you."

The four of you pushed past the dark living room into what seemed to be yet another living space, this one less performative and more intimate, a boarded-up fireplace catching your interest.

This room must have been so cozy in the wintertime, you noted. What a shame he lived by himself, spending each day alone in this beautiful home.

Hoseok let out a hum, rolling the flashlight over the wall's crown molding, "This is kind of fun. We're like Mystery Inc… ya know, minus Scooby."

Jimin and Gwen were looking over at a pair of loafers that had been left by the couch when a faint shuffling sound suddenly rang out, causing Hoseok and you to look over at each other.

"Scooby?" Hobi gasped jokingly.

"What was that?" You worried, body growing cold.

"What was what?" Jimin asked.

"I didn't hear anything?" Gwen cocked her head.

Their lack of concern only set you more on edge.

"You guys are fucking with me, right? Hobi, you heard it, right?" You turned towards the lanky boy, who was rubbing at his chin.

Hoseok met his girlfriend's eyes before flashing her a quick wink, "Well, gang, it looks like we got another mystery on our hands. Let's split up!"

"Huh?" You gaped.

"Oh, I see." Gwen smirked, walking over towards the awaiting man. "Sure, let's split up."

"Gwen and I are going to go fool around– I mean, investigate on the basement floor." Hoseok recovered quickly with a cough. Gwen giggled, linking her arms with her boyfriend, pressing a suggestive kiss onto his jaw.

"This was your plan all along, wasn't it? You nymphos..." Jimin accused through a grin.

"We needed people to keep watch just in case." Hobi confessed through a shrug, already leading his girlfriend towards the basement stairs. "If we're not done in an hour, send help."

"Gross." You scrunched your nose. "Keep it down or else!"

The adventurous couple waved you off, heading towards the set of stairs that led downstairs that you had all passed by earlier.

"They're a cute couple." You sighed, shaking your head.

"We were cuter." Jimin shrugged, and you nearly choked on your saliva.

He noticed your stunned reaction, of course, smiling at you lazily, "It was a joke."

You fought down your blush, nodding as the two of you continued exploring, making your way into the kitchen. Unlike the other room you had come across, this one was a mess, the sink full of dirty dishes that had gone untouched all this time. The room's wallpaper was incredibly antiquated, not to mention the appliances themselves must have been from the 60s.

"Jeez, could use a bit of renovating, huh?"

You hummed, stepping back to take the whole room in. The house really was stunning; you could easily imagine what the house might be like with a large family living in it.

"What do you think, honey? I was thinking a bright, fun backsplash for the kitchen. New appliances and maybe a chalk wall for the kids." You closed an eye, peering at the state of the room through a frame you had formed with your fingers.

You looked over at Jimin, who was staring at you like you had grown two heads, making you chuckle.

"It was a joke." You quoted him, a small grin on your lips. Understanding fell over him, grinning back.

"Honestly, if things didn't pan out the way they did, I could've seen us living here."

Despite the weight of what he was saying, you found yourself nodding. Perhaps, if you could be more honest with yourself, you would've told him you had imagined the same thing. A world where you had never left. Where your parents had never died.

"No way we could've afforded it, though."

"In my head, I imagine us living at Grams until we saved enough money. Man, I'd have a field day with this place." Jimin continued, fingers grazing against the wooden breakfast table.

"You do love your DIY projects." You recalled.

"Jihoon and I were always building shit." He reminisced quietly. "He'd love this place."

At the mention of Jimin's late brother, your expression softened. Jimin had made peace with his brother's death early on – he was honest with himself and his feelings, understanding that he was allowed to grieve and heal from the pain. You were happy he had healed from his brother's death in a healthy way. You wouldn't wish your unsettled emotional baggage on anyone, much less Jimin.

"He'd try to convince me to knock walls down and open up the space."

"And my parents would yell at us for listening to him, saying that removing rooms lowered property value." You mused, enjoy the pretend narrative the two of you were diving into.

"Screw property value, our kids would've loved it. They would be so happy here. We'd have to beg them to go to sleep – the house always filled with their tiny screams and laughter." Jimin tucked a hand into his front pocket.

You found yourself moving closer to him, purely out of habit.

"3 kids." You said.

"Two boys and one girl." Jimin spoke.

"And she's the youngest." You finished the fantasy with a somber sigh.

For an elongated moment, the two exes held each other's eyes, wondering how a future that seemed so clear managed to fall through their fingers. Jihoon was dead, as were your parents, and you and Jimin were still miles apart, despite your current close proximity.

He cleared his throat.

"So, you've been hopping from city to city, huh? How was that?"

You are thankful for the change of subject, the mood growing heavy at the mention of the children you two would never have.

"Overwhelming? Exhilarating? Scary? Wonderful?" You couldn't decide on the right adjective. "Not knowing where I'd sleep some nights or if I would be able to find work. But then finding a job and meeting all these different people from different walks of life."

"It's funny because I'd be waitressing and have the same customer come in at the same time every day, order the same crappy dish, and just went I'd feel like I knew them, they'd just disappear. No goodbye, no heads up that they were leaving. But that's just city life. Everything somehow always new, and nothing is promised. And if things start to get too familiar, you can just leave. And no one asks questions."

Here one day, gone the next. It was funny how the very idea that people could disappear without warning drove you from this town and into the arms of places where you would experience it repeatedly, only this time without getting hurt.

"It's wonderful." You finished decidedly.

Even in the dark room, your eyes were shining. Jimin was mesmerized– mesmerized by how you could find such comfort in what seemed to him an impossible way of life.

"It sounds like you're happy." He noted.

"I am." A soft smile grazed your mouth.

"So then, why come back?"

He sounded flippant, but you knew his question was genuine. You knew because it was the very question you had been asking yourself the entire bus ride home.

It was hard to say, exactly.

You were sat in a park in Detroit, chomping down on your Reuben sandwich when a family caught your eye. Two kids, two parents, two grandparents – a happy little nucleus sat and having a family picnic.

For a moment, you wondered what that might be like; a family, a familiar face that you could always count on, that loved you no matter what.

Your sandwich fell to your lap, hands suddenly growing cold, tears pooling down your cheek.

You had forgotten.

You had a family, and you had forgotten. You had a grandmother that loved you and people you loved, that knew you through every stage of your life. Through your hazy gaze, you watched as the woman and her partner shared a kiss, fingers interlocked happily.

Thoughts of a certain puffy cheeked boy ambushed you, making you get up from the park bench and head towards the nearest bus station.

"I don't know. It just felt like the right time, I guess." You answered with half sincerity. "I knew I had to make amends with Grams eventually. Maybe I just wanted that closure."

If Jimin had any further questions, they were swallowed down as a clattering sound rang out above your heads.

"Okay, there's no way you didn't hear that." Your eyes were round, flicking up towards the ceiling.

"What the hell was that?"

You let out a breath of relief, happy to know you weren’t the only one hearing things, although it did nothing to relieve your nerves. "I think it came from upstairs?"

Your ex-boyfriend let out a contemplative hum. You followed as he made his way out of the kitchen, flashlight flickering from room to room until he found a flight of stairs leading upwards.

There was absolutely no light at the top of them, making it impossible to make out what was waiting at the top.

"Let's go."

"What? Fuck no!" You protested, taking a subconscious step back.

Jimin clicked his tongue at you disapprovingly. "Carswell's dead. What's the worst he can do? Flicker the lights?"

You panicked as he began to head towards the first step.

"Well," you grabbed onto his shirt, stilling his motions, "what if he's not?"

"What if he's not what?"

"Like... what if he's not really dead? What if he just pretended to die to see how many people would show up to his funeral or something? Maybe he knew people would use his property for neighborhood parties. Maybe he knew that two idiots would break into his house in search of his supposed spirit only to run into his real person where he's waiting for them with a rifle!"

Jimin blinked.

"What the hell goes on in those cities?" He stared at you incredulously.

Another sound sent you into the air, grip tightening around the fabric of Jimin's shirt.

"Well. You can either come upstairs with me or stay down here. Alone." He shrugged.

Alone? Your eyes fell onto the flashlight in his hand, realizing that if he went, so did it.

"Or you could go down to the basement. I'm sure Gwen and Hobi wouldn't mind an extra hand." He smirked. "Your choice."

You would've glared at him if you weren't scared out of your mind.

Cursing internally, you made your way up the stairs beside him, fingers never letting go of his shirt.

The second floor was bigger than you were expecting, Jimin and you passing several bedrooms as you trudged on. Far too many bedrooms for a man who lived alone. He must have been so lonely.

Stumbling upon the master bedroom, you peered into it cautiously.

Your eyes followed the flashlight around the room, marveling at it. The bed was large, and its dark, thick frame matched the damask upholstery, giving the room a regal yet homey feeling.

"It's kind of nice–"

"Shh." Jimin cut you off immediately, ears picking up on something that you couldn't.

"What is it?" You breathed out, voice barely above a whisper.

You watched as he made his way into the room, a palm held out towards you in a gesture that told you to stay put.

Not that you had to be told twice.

"It sounds like... scratching..." His head cocked.

Closing his eyes, he focused for a moment. Suddenly, his eyes flew open.

"It's coming from inside the closet."

"Jimin? Let's just go, please!" You hissed, beckoning him back over to where you stood by the doorway.

You bit down on your lip as you watched him make his way over to the closet door, fingers wrapping delicately around the handle before swinging it open, hiding his frame from your view.

"Oh shit!"

Fear shot through you at his exclaim, and before you knew what you were doing, you grabbed hold of the bedside lamp's lampshade, yanking it from its place.

"Jimin?!" You panicked.

"Yeah, I'm– Woah, what's with the lampshade?" The man in question emerged back out from the closet, eyeing your makeshift weapon curiously.

"What is it? A ghost? A dead body?!" You pressed, adrenaline still rushing through you.

"A rat!" He scrunched his face up in disgust. "Fuck, that thing was huge. It crawled back into the wall."

You let out a sigh of relief, dropping the lampshade from its baseball stance over your shoulder.

"What were you gonna do with that thing?" He looked amused.

"I don't know! Something! I just... thought you were in trouble..." You defended, suddenly growing shy.

Looking down at your feet, you felt silly. You didn't even think to grab the actual lamp in your haste. Your lampshade, much like you, would be useless against any sort of actual threat.

You were too caught up in your embarrassment to see the way Jimin was looking down at you with a tender expression, cheeks pink, and ears flushed.

He reached for the lampshade in your hands, fingers laying across yours. You looked up at him in surprise at his touch, mind reeling as he merely held on, the heat of his fingers buzzing against yours.

"You don't have to worry when you're with me. I'd never let anything happen to you." Sincerity burned across his stare, leaving you speechless.

All you could do was look away, letting out a silent breath when he finally took the lampshade from you, walking to put it back into place. The familiar need to flee found you once again, and you crossed your arms across your chest, pressing your way into the room's bathroom for a moment to collect yourself.

What was that? Were you making something out of nothing, or did that look he gave you mean something? You felt foolish for even entertaining the thought, but the way your heart was pounding in your chest was trying its hardest to convince you otherwise. Your reflection was taunting you. Dim and honest, you saw the way hope glimmered across your face – selfishly relishing in the intimate moment you and Jimin had just shared.

"I think about that night a lot."

You whirled around at the sound of his voice, finding him leaning into the doorframe, eyes running over the bathroom space. His eyes found you suddenly.

"The night before you left."

He didn't have to explain any further. You already knew exactly what he was referring to— the night before you disappeared and left him. There was nothing out of the ordinary that night. You had gotten over Jimin’s to spend the night, the night filled with alcohol, pizza, and shared kisses. Kisses that weighted you down the next night as you packed your bags and left town.

His brows furrowed, "I used to think... if I hadn't gotten so drunk–"

"Jimin, don't." You frowned.

"If I was paying more attention… would have I known you were pulling away? Could I have said something to make you stay?"

He sounded so vulnerable, so hurt, and you ached. You ached to know you were responsible.

You shook your head furiously, "It wasn't like that. Hopping on that bus… I didn't even know where I was going or what I was doing."

Fingers fiddling with each other, you lost the ability to face him, focusing on your trembling digits instead.

"It wasn't you. It was never you. You're perfect, Minnie." You swallowed. "I love… I loved you. So much."

Of course, you still loved him, but standing in the dim bathroom of a dead neighbor, you lost all nerve. You felt pathetic, a poor excuse for a human, finally facing the wreckage of the damage you had created.

"Bug."

Brows furrowing, you faced him once again. His dark eyes merged with the dark room, holding yours intensely.

"Kiss me."

Your stomach flipped at his words.

"What?"

Any response he might have had to your question of disbelief went interrupted by a loud clang. In your shock, you had stepped back into the bathroom counter, your elbow knocking something into the sink.

You turned around with a hiss, muttering nervously as you reached for the fallen object — a rusty old can of glass cleaner — and placed it back into its standing position.

You kept your eyes low and locked on the spotty silver of the sink faucet, face growing a million degrees warmer as you felt Jimin step closer behind you, trapping you in place.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

Summoning your courage, you let yourself peer up at the mirror, fawning as you saw his head poking over your shoulder, looking down at the sink in genuine concern.

His eyes flickered over to yours suddenly, his reflection just as handsome as his real-life self.

Your gaze fell back onto the sink, your nerve leaving you.

"I'm fine... I just think–"

"Then don't. Don't think."

He was so close, his hot breath pressed ghost kisses against the shell of your ear, daring you to comply with his request. Your hand reached out and clung onto the cool tile of the counter, knuckles turning white as you tried to ground yourself.

From this proximity, all you could smell was him, his familiar aroma silencing your rampant thoughts.

"I miss you." He confessed suddenly, an immeasurable amount of melancholy on his tongue.

Your heart felt like it was being torn in two different directions, one side rejoicing in his sudden spout of honesty, and the other whispering that you didn't deserve this, you didn't deserve the man you loved telling you that he still cared about you.

Swallowing, you turned to him, pupils dilating as you took in how close his face was to yours in this position.

"I never stopped thinking about you. No matter where I was or who I was with." He continued, his eyes running across your face, gauging your reaction silently.

You were holding back, he could see it in the way your expression was pained, yet your body subconsciously leaned closer. Something was keeping you from acting out on your shared desires.

"I don't want to hurt you again." You grieved, sorrow painting your woeful words.

"I don't need forever. Just right now. That's all I ask." His breath was warm against your lips, just a phantom of a kiss as his bottom lip grazed yours.

Your hands moved before you could stop them, wrapping around his neck in a way you had done a million times, yet still felt painfully new. His hand was on your waist, pressing you into him like he was only a half, becoming whole with you by his side again.

You loved him. You loved him so much it hurt. You had taken so much from him, and yet here he was, offering himself to you once more.

And like the selfish human you were you took from him again, mouth colliding with his.

The softness of his lips left you breathless, arms tightening as you desperately wanted him closer – closer than your bones would allow. You craved his warmth, tears finding the sides of your eyes as your tongues crashed against one another.

You preened into his mouth, missing his taste and the way he always kissed you like you were something sweet.

You were pliant under his touch, letting him lead you back towards the bed, pushing you down onto it with a small sigh. He couldn't get enough of the way you look lying out underneath him, eyes wide and pleading as your hands reached out, needy for him and him alone.

And of course, he complied, tugging his shirt off in one quick motion before crawling back over you, kissing you like the kiss had never broken. You could feel yourself getting lost between the heavy breaths and heavy petting, head dizzy as he sucked bruises into your neck, fingers sneaking up your shirt, pushing their way underneath the cup of your bra.

You threw your head back as his fingers touched the delicate skin of your breast, fondling them gently. You let him pull your shirt and bra off without any protest, only asking that he keep touching you, losing yourself in the way he'd rolled his hips into yours, small grunts leaving his perfect lips.

Jimin sat up suddenly, flashing you a smile as he began to unbuckle his belt. And then, out of nowhere, a small thought of doubt crept into your mind, sat in the sidelines as you watched Jimin strip himself down into nothing but underwear.

It was like you only just now realized what was happening, what you were about to do, a wave of nausea washing over you.

You accepted Jimin's kiss silently, mind elsewhere as you tried your hardest to kiss him back like he wasn't the boy who had had his heart broken by you.

You were gonna mess this up. You know you were. You didn't deserve Jimin. He deserved so much better than this.

"Y/N?" Jimin broke the kiss suddenly.

"Hm?"

"Are you okay? You're shaking." He noted, fingers coming up to brush your hair out of your face.

You blinked back the tears that were collecting at the brim of your eyes.

"Do you want to stop?" His expression softened.

"N-No. I'm just..." You trailed off, unsure of how to continue.

Scared. Scared that if you went any further, someone would get hurt. Scared that you were just going to hurt Jimin again.

Then, Jimin's hands were intertwined with yours, pressing a kiss against your forehead.

"We don't have to do anything more. I don't want this if you don't." He cooed.

You were shaking your head before he could finish his sentence, your desires outweighing your insecurities.

"I do! I want this. I want you." You promised, cheeks burning.

You let out a sigh as he nodded, lips pressing down your chest, slowly making their way down your body. Your body was alight underneath him, every kiss driving you further into welcomed madness. Nearly rejoicing as his hands reached the button of your jeans, you helped him pry them off you.

A noise of surprise escaped you, however, when his mouth didn't find yours again but rather, your hips – fingers playing with the hem of your underwear.

"Minnie?" You ran your fingers along your thighs, excitement flooding you.

There were many parts of Jimin that you missed. Admittedly, his tongue had to be one of the parts you thought back on the most.

A shaky breath left you as he pried your thighs open, positioning them in a way that kept them apart, as if on display for him.

"Pretty." He cooed, admiring the arousal that already showed itself on your underwear. "Can I?"

"Please!"

He snickered at your enthusiasm, pushing past your underwear as he slid a finger into you. Your toes curled at the feeling, fingers gripping at the outsides of your thighs for purchase before ultimately deciding on the duvet underneath you. One finger turned into two, your velvety walls taking to him quickly as he pressed a kiss against the flesh of your inner thigh, fingering you as he adjusted himself to lie on his stomach, making yours flutter.

He leaned forward, tongue pressing flat against you, making your eyes flutter shut.

"Jimin, fuck." The words came to you as you forced your eyes back open, gaze fixated on him and his spot between your legs.

Your jaw fell slack as you watched his tongue run back up, meeting your clit with the tip of his sinful tongue, sparing you no mercy as he rolled it around the hot muscle. He kept his eyes on you as he devoured you, the way your voice cracked mid moan spurring him on further.

You were a shaking wreck, hips desperate to get off on his mouth, meeting the curl of his fingers until you were trembling, clenched tight around him as he sucked at your swollen bud.

"You look so pretty like this." He praised suddenly, biting your thigh as his fingers rocked into you harder.

You whimpered back at him, a tingling sensation telling you you were seconds away from reaching your climax. His fingers kept his pace, mouth moving over towards your clit once more, one hand moving to hold your abdomen still as he flicked the tip of his tongue across it lightly.

"M-Minnie."

"It's okay, baby. Come for me."

A broken moan fell from you as your back arched suddenly, small jerks of your hips letting him know you were cumming.

He cursed, continuing his torment against your pussy, letting you ride out your orgasm before you were pushing his head off of you.

You had barely caught your breath before he was kissing you again, not that you minded at all. You felt so sensitive as he rocked his clothed erection against you, making you shutter.

"Fuck me." You said the moment the kiss broke.

"Yeah? You sure?" He asked.

You nearly pouted in frustration. You had never been more sure of something in your life.

"Please, I can't wait any longer."

Jimin chuckled, pressing a wet kiss onto your collar bone. "So honest. So cute. Such a good girl."

You let out a groan as he pushed your panties to the side, the head of his cock pressing past your still sensitive pussy, words of encouragement leaving his lips as he buried himself into you.

A soft whine escaped into the room, your brows furrowed slightly as he rocked in and out experimentally.

"That okay?"

"Ah, so good. Keep going." You begged.

"Fuuuck." He dragged the word out, teeth digging into his plush bottom lip as he took in the state of you. You were staring down at where the two of you met, a lewd expression on that pretty face of yours as you kneaded at one of your breasts, mouth slightly ajar as you let out a soft groan.

You brought your hips up to meet his, head falling back as he reciprocated your motions, bottoming out and keeping still, your cunt stuffed with him.

"Did you miss my cock, angel?"

"Mm, yes." You whimpered pitifully, relishing at the sight of Jimin inside and on top of you once again.

"I missed this. Haven't gotten to touch you in so long." He sighed, gripping your hips as he repositioned himself, the new position making it easier to thrust into you, rolling into you slowly before quickening his pace, only to repeat the cycle again, as if simply enjoying the way you felt and the noises you made.

Heat found your stomach, his words, and actions stirring up your insides.

"You can touch yourself if you want, baby. Play with your little clit for me."

You let out a whimper, hand moving to comply with your orders.

Jimin watched through dark eyes as your fingers found your hardened bud, your motions urging him to fuck into you harder – deeper. You could feel your arousal dripping down your thighs and onto the bed, his soft grunts arousing you in a way you didn't know moans could.

He was fucking you so good, you felt like you were going crazy, begging for him to kiss you before you completely lost your mind.

He complied, of course, wanting nothing more than to feel the way you would let him lap into your mouth, completely submissive underneath his touch.

He thrusted into you, moaning lowing – he could feel how close you were, the way your walls throbbed around his fat cock deliciously, like you wanted him to cum inside you. Like you wanted him to stuff you with his cum until you were left dripping and swollen.

He let out a low grunt.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." You cried, your fingers speeding up as you realized Jimin was close, his thrusts slowing down and stifled whimpers left him.

To your surprise, your orgasm rocked over you suddenly, leaving you shuddering and gasping for air as broken profanities filled the room, your wrecked cunt clenching around Jimin's cock.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum." He moaned out suddenly, hip stilling for fear that he might actually just cum inside you.

You were still hazy from your second orgasm, but you didn't have to think twice about your next works.

"Cum in my mouth."

Jimin cursed, pulling out of you carefully before gripping down on the base of his cock, abdomen flexing as he watched you flip yourself over, crawling over to him.

Lips wrapping around his pretty red tip, he pumped his cock furiously, fighting back the urge to grab the back of your head and fuck your mouth.

With one final swift circle of your tongue, he finally came, thick ropes of cum making its way down your throat.

He watched with pride as you swallowed it down like the good girl he remembered you to be.

"Let me see, baby." His voice was scratchy and low as he gripped your jaw, groaning as you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out obediently, showing him that you swallowed all of it.

"You're fucking incredible. I missed you."

"I missed you, too." You muttered shyly, for once being honest.

You let out a surprised giggle as he flopped down onto the bed, yanking you over to straddle over his lap.

Smiling, he pulled you in for a passionate kiss, for no other reason than that he wanted one.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" A familiar voice rang out.

"Oh my god!"

Jimin was quick to pivot you away from the door's view, grabbing a pillow and moving it to you as to protect your modesty from Hoseok and his girlfriend, who were peering in through the doorway.

"Look at you two getting jiggy with it!" Gwen laughed.

"Hello? Naked? Go away?" You emphasized, face alight.

Clutching the pillow over your bare torso, you watched as Jimin grabbed another one, chugging it at Hoseok's shit-eating grin.

"Beat it, you scrub!"

"You know," Hoseok mused, "when I said we were kicking it old school tonight, this wasn't quite what I meant."

"The only thing I'm kicking is your ass if you don't get the hell out!" You threatened, face ablaze.

"C'mon, babe, let's go. We're harshing the vibe." Gwen giggled, tugging at Hobi's arm.

"Y/N's got a ride home with you, I'm assuming?" The frosted tip man directed at the man underneath you.

Jimin nodded, somehow unfazed by the fact that he was sat completely naked under you. "Mhm, I got her."

"Yeah you do." Hoseok grinned suggestively.

"Out, please!"

You let out an exasperated huff as you watched the two voyeurs finally make their way out, resting your chin on the pillow you held, an embarrassed pout on your lips.

"That was so humiliating." You whined, causing Jimin to chuckle, arms coming to wrap around your waist.

"C'mon, it's not like they were doing any different downstairs." He attempted to reason. You ignored him, however, further burying yourself into the pillow.

"I can't believe Hoseok's seen my tits. I could actually just die." You stressed dramatically.

"If it makes you feel any better... they're a nice pair of tits." He hummed, fingers trailing up your sides.

Bringing up your pillow, you thwacked him with it, sending him into a round of giggles as he pressed kisses against your warm cheeks.

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Slipping into the familiar passenger seat of Jimin’s car, you let out a sigh.

A few rounds of fooling around later, Jimin and you slipped back out of the house only to find an empty backyard and extinguished bonfire, a trail of smoke disappearing into the night sky.

“Sorry I fucked you on a dead man’s bed.” He joked, putting the key into the ignition.

You smirked as the car engine roared to life, admiring the way Jimin’s arms flexed as he maneuvered the gearshift in reverse.

“I’ve had worse one night stands.” You shrugged.

“About that,” Jimin cleared his throat, pulling off the property and onto the main road, “... where exactly does this leave us?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, what are we?” He continued, eyes purposely not meeting yours.

Silence fell over you, fingers intertwining on your laps as you considered his words. What answer was he looking from you?

“We are... friendly.”

“Friendly.” He repeated dryly.

Nerves suddenly overwhelming you, you let out an awkward laugh, “I mean, it’s not like we can go back to how things were before I left–”

“Well, why not?” He sounded serious, making your stomach churn.

“Jimin...”

“Why does anything have to change? You’re back. It can be us again.”

Suddenly, the space in his car was entirely too small. You swallowed back the urge to tell him to stop the car so that you could step out and hurl.

You weren’t back, though. Physically, you were here, but your heart was so far away from this place. If you were to get back together with Jimin… if you were to allow yourself to take his heart once again, only to leave it when you inevitably left town… you would never forgive yourself. Never.

“Minnie, I just... it can’t.”

You didn’t even fully believe in your own words, but you forced them out, no matter how badly it tore you inside. Here was the love of your life, offering himself to you one more time, and you were turning him down. You really were cruel.

“I’m sorry.” You muttered, noticing his change in mood. His eyes were fixated on the road, jaw tightened as he mulled over his response.

“Don’t be. I’m not going to force you back into a relationship if you don’t want to.”

It was such a polite response; you had expected nothing less from him, the sweet boy who used to carry your backpack between classes. But still, his words somehow cut deep. Of course, you wanted to. He just could never know.

“Okay.”

The next several moments passed by quietly, before Jimin reached over towards the radio with a sigh, the old thing turning back to life as he dialed with the knobs, settling on a Guns N’ Roses song.

Leaning back in your seat, you let your mind drift along to the guitar riff, the familiar tune reminding you of older times, where you and Jimin used to drive around for hours, nothing better to do in this small town than drive and scream along to rock music.

Jimin used to have a nylon CD binder, ‘filled with the best albums of all time’ as he once put it. You remembered flipping through it time after time, trying to decide which CD would fit that particular drive. Curiously, you popped open the glove compartment, wondering if he still had it.

“Whatcha looking for?” He glanced over at you, shuffling through the pile of random things he had shoved in there over the years.

“Your CDs.” You responded mindlessly, before something hard hit your finger, catching your attention enough to dig for it.

“What’s this?”

You pulled out a black cassette that had been floating around his glove compartment.

Jimin watched with widened eyes as the forgotten tape fell into your hands, your thumb running across the area where he had scribbled your name onto it messily years ago.

“Where did you find that?”

You were too busy noting the car pulling into the driveway of your grandmother’s home to notice the slight tremor to his words as if you had just ripped off the bandage to a wound that had yet to heal.

“Right here.” You gestured to the open glove box. “It was buried underneath all your shit. What is it?”

“It’s nothing.” He dismissed, tone void of emotion.

You let out a laugh, “Yeah, okay, except it’s not nothing because you wrote my name on it.”

Finally, you turned to look at the boy beside you, your smile fading as you took in the way his eyes had gone dull, shoulders low and heavy.

“It’s a playlist I made of all the songs that remind me of you.”

His words seemed to echo, your hand which held the cassette tape coming down to rest on your lap, fiddling with the object nervously.

“When did you make this?”

Your question was innocent enough but still weighed heavily on Jimin’s heart.

“I made it after you left. I didn’t think you’d come back and I…” He paused.

There was a sense of melancholy in the small enclosed space of his car, the kind that you would miss entirely if you weren’t paying attention— just a note of sorrow that had gotten forgotten up until now.

“You what?” You pressed. Jimin held your eyes for a silent beat before responding.

“I just didn’t want to forget you.”

You sat beside him idly as you felt your heart sink to your stomach, fingers going numb around the now cold metal cassette tape.

Was this it?

Was this the moment in which you two finally sat and talked honestly about what had happened? How you had left him, this entire town, without so much as a word. How you cried, and you thought of him the entire bus ride out. How you made a new home moving from city to city, letting strangers keep you company at night, only to hate yourself the next morning when you thought back at the kind, smiling boy you had left back home.

Somehow, you knew your answer. Yet, all the same, you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything.

A soft sigh beside you rang out in consequence, the wall that Jimin had built up once again dividing the two of you.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He muttered, staring straight ahead.

Your shoulders sank, “Minnie-–”

“It’s late.”

He refused to meet your eyes — he couldn’t. He had words on his tongue that he was sure he wouldn’t be able to take back if he were to meet those beautiful eyes of yours.

For once, you didn’t want to leave. Looking at the hurt boy, you wanted to stay and say something to make things right.

But you didn’t. You couldn’t – not without saying everything that you still felt for him and giving him a false idea that he should have any faith in the two of you.

And as you slipped from the passenger seat and shut the car door, you felt a longing for him. Even as you made your way up the stairs and slipped into bed, you missed him.

Shutting your eyes, you could almost feel the way he would shift closer to you in your bed, pressing kisses onto your shoulder as he laughed at whatever stupid joke you had just made.

It was more than wishful thinking. It was a memory that now felt bittersweet, knowing that the boy who used to look at you like you were the sun could hardly look at you at all.

Sheets cold and crisp, you fell asleep to the sound of your loneliness.

[maria-akira]

to the rescue | team trese x reader

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summary: y/n, basilio and crispin's sister, just experienced her first break-up.

warnings: some improper shifts in tenses <\3 rlly rusty at writing already aaaa. but nonetheless this fic is very fluffy! i apologize in advance for any grammatical errors you may notice, i didn't proofread this :(

yes, i kinda made alexandra fluffy too.

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"Good Morning, guys!" Basilio turned around to see his brother, Crispin, with a huge smile plastered on his face.

Basilio rolled his eyes, "Anong 'Good Morning'? Mag tatanghali na, di ka man lang nag linis!" (What do you mean 'Good Morning'? It's almost afternoon, you didn't even clean!) He playfully hit the older's head.

"Aray ko!" (Ouch!) Crispin winced and rubbed the spot his brother hit. Alexandra walks in the room with a cup of coffee in her hand. "Basilio, Mag sorry ka sa Kuya mo." (Basilio, apologize to your brother.) Basilio scoffs, "Sorry, Kuya."

They all gathered in the dining room for lunch. Well, brunch for Crispin. "Where's Y/N?" Alexandra asks, looking at the empty chair beside her. Clearly, the chair looked like it had been empty since last night. The twins stare at each other, then both at Alexandra.

"Diba may pinuntahan siya kagabi?" (Didn't she go out last night?) Alexandra mentions.

The twins both shake their head.

"Hindi niyo alam?" (You guys don't know?)

They shake their heads again.

Without a single word, the three exchanged looks and immediately stood up from their seats, rushing upstairs to Y/N's room.

Alexandra pushed the twins aside and pushed the key into the doorknob, then revealing a dishevled, puffy-eyed Y/N. The twins panicked. It was their first time seeing their beloved sister like this.

Meanwhile, Alexandra investigated her room. Y/N's things were on the floor, messed up sheets, and a broken necklace. She then looks over to Y/N. Still in her clothes, puffy-eyed, and her makeup was smuged. Alexandra already had an idea.

The twins shook her awake, "Y/N!, Y/N!— Gising na!" (Y/N, Y/N— Wake up!) With their loud voices and aggressive shaking, their sister finally woke up.

Immediately, Y/N's head started to pound— it was the alcohol she drank last night. She opened her eyes and saw Alexandra and her brothers. Upon seeing them, she bursted into tears.

—

A few months ago, Y/N dated this guy in her class. She hid this from Alexandra, most especially her brothers because she knew that they would beat her ass.

Alexandra found out about her relationship when she was about to fetch her from school. Hank and the twins were at home, sleeping their asses off after their mission.

Parked outside of Y/N's school, Alexandra was waiting for almost 30 minutes. Usually, Y/N would come out a few minutes after her dismissal— but these past few months have been different. After a few more minutes of waiting, she finally saw Y/N— with someone else.

Y/N was holding hands with a boy around 5'10 in height. They were laughing and they looked very sweet. The boy gave her a peck and she playfully pushed him away, then waving goodbye since she spotted the car.

Hank usually fetched Y/N from school, and she knew that Hank didn't really care about her relationship, so she really didn't feel embarrased whenever she entered the car.

Upon entering the car, she expected Hank to greet her. But she was greeted with Alexandra's voice.

"Boyfriend mo?" (Your boyfriend?) Alexandra looks over to her, and Y/N froze. Her first reaction was to lie about it. "Ha? H-Hindi, Ate! Friends lang kami.." (Huh? N-No! We're just friends..) Embarrased, Y/N tried to make herself busy by pretending to fix something in her bag to keep her distracted.

"Anong friends? Hinalikan ka niya, ah." (What do you mean friends? He kissed you.) She mentions.

"Ah.. Eh.." Y/N struggles to keep her words out. It was very evident.

"Sige na, di naman ako magagalit. Di ko sasabihin sa mga Kuya mo, sikreto lang natin." (It's okay, I won't get mad. I won't tell your brothers, it'll be our secret.)

"Oo.. Boyfriend ko siya, Ate. Malapit na kami mag 6 months." (Yes.. He's my boyfriend, Ate. We've been together for almost 6 months.)

From that day on, Y/N would always tell Alexandra about how her relationship was going. And though Alexandra has never had any romantical partners, she tries her best to give Y/N advice.

—

Tiptoe-ing her way downstairs, Y/N was dressed in her clothes to leave the house, on the way to party with her friends and her boyfriend, Jerome.

She checked her phone, 12:47 AM.

Everyone was most likely asleep at this hour, or so she thought.

"Oh, san ka papunta at ganyan suot mo?" (Hey, where are you going and why are you wearing that?) Y/N jolted and turned around to see Alexandra sitting on the dining table.

"Ah.. Ate.. Kasi may p-party kaming pupuntahan nila Aira.." (Ah... There's this p-party I'm going to with Aira..)

"Sina Aira lang ba? O kasama yung boyfriend mo?" (Is it just Aira? Or your boyfriend is going too?) Alexandra tilted her head in question.

"...Kasama po si Jerome." (...Jerome is coming too.)

Alexandra nodded, signalling her that it was okay for her, as an Ate, to go. "Sige, doble ingat ka, okay? Eto, dalhin mo to." (Be extra careful, okay? Here, bring this.) Alexandra pulls out a self defense keychain from her pocket and throws it at Y/N's direction. "May alarm diyan. If you're in any danger, pindutin mo yung alarm and malalaman ko location mo, pupuntahan kita kaagad." (There's an alarm there. If you're in any danger, press that alarm and I'll be able to know your location, then I'll come and get you.)

"Thanks, Ate! Mag iingat ako. Love you!" (Thanks, Ate! I'll take care. Love you!) Y/N smiled and hugged Alexandra.

Little did she know, Y/N's smile wouldn't last very long.

That night, Y/N saw her boyfriend kissing another girl across the room. She confronted him and he admitted that he had been cheating on her for the past few months. Y/N didn't know what to feel. She didn't wanna call Alexandra because she knew that she would be asleep by now. She didn't wanna talk to her friends either, so she went home.

Once she arrived home, she didn't bother to change or shower. She was so tired. Her body fell on the bed and she instantly cried. sobbing against her pillows to muffle her tears.

—

Basilio and Crispin were clueless about as to why their sister was crying. They consoled her for a few minutes until Alexandra spoke.

"Basilio, Crispin— mag usap tayo sa labas." (Basilio, Crispin— let's talk outside.) Alexandra left the room and waited for the twins to leave as well. Once they left the room, she shut the door.

The twins looked worried— well, afraid, rather.

"May sikreto kaming itinatago ni Y/N sa inyong dalawa.." (Y/N and I have a secret we've been keeping from the both of you..) Alexandra starts off.

"Ano yun, Bossing?" (What is it, Bossing?) The twins replied, obviously curious.

Alexandra knew that if she told the twins, their reaction wouldn't be as violent if it was Y/N who would be telling it instead.

"May boyfriend si Y/N." (Y/N has a boyfriend.)

The twins both drop their jaws, "Ano?!" (What?!) Basilio slaps his hand over his mouth, while Crispin is in complete shock. "Kelan pa, Bossing?" (Since when, Bossing?) Basilio asks with a hint of anger in his voice.

"2 months ago niya sinabi sakin.. Siguro 8 months silang mag jowa." (She told me 2 months ago.. Maybe they've been together for around 8 months.)

"Tangina naman!" (Motherfucker!) Crispin throws a punch to the nearest wall. Alexandra has never seen the twins react like this, especially Crispin.

There was a moment of silence.

"Nahuli ko siyang tumatakas kaninang 12, nag paalam sakin na may pupuntahan na party, kasama boyfriend niya." (I caught her sneaking out earlier at 12, she asked my permission if she could go to a party with her boyfriend.)

"Bat di niyo kami ginising, bossing?" (Why didn't you wake us up, Bossing?) Basilio sighs, "Ayaw niya na malaman nyo na may boyfriend siya, kasi alam niya na magagalit kayo." (She didn't want you guys to find out that she had a boyfriend, because she knew that you guys would get mad.)

"Malamang, bunso namin 'yan eh! Alangan naman pabayaan namin 'yan diba? Eh hindi pa nga namin kilala boyfriend nyan!" (Of course we would get mad, she's our baby sister! Do you think we'd let her get away just like that? We haven't even met her boyfriend yet!" Crispin rambles.

"Mabait naman yung boyfriend niya." (Her boyfriend is kind.) Alexandra defends, "Bossing, 'di naman po yun sapat para ma kumbinsi nyo po kami na pwede po siya magkajowa.." (Bossing, that isn't a sufficient reason to convince us that it's okay for her to have a boyfriend..) Basilio says calmly, but deep down? He was screaming.

Alexandra ignores Basilio's statement, "Ano naman kinaiiyakan niya?" (What is she crying about?) Crispin managed to say despite the emotions he felt about the situation. Alexandra lets out a sigh, "Nag break na siguro sila." (Maybe they broke up.)

"Tangina, sabi ko na nga ba eh." (I fucking knew it.) Crispin mumbles under his breath, while running his fingers through his hair out of frustration.

"Yung sirang necklace na nasa sahig kanina, bigay yun ng boyfriend niya sa kanya. Hula ko, sinira niya kasi break na sila." (The broken necklace on the floor, her boyfriend gave that to her. My guess is that she broke it because they broke up.)

"Anong gagawin natin, Bossing?" (What are we going to do, Bossing?) Basilio asks her, desperate for a solution.

Alexandra wasn't the type to arrange surprises, so she had to think fast.

"Basilio, bumili ka ng Jollibee. Tapos ikaw Crispin, bumili ka ng ice cream. Yung favorite flavor niya ah?" (Basilio, go buy some Jollibee. Then you Crispin, buy some ice cream. Her favorite flavor okay?) Alexandra commands. Even in this situation, the twins had no choice to obey. "Sige po, bossing." (Yes, bossing.) They replied with no hesitation.

—

Crispin was the first one to come back with the ice cream, since the sari-sari store was just by the corner of their street. Obviously, Basilio took the longest— he had to take a tricycle to the nearest Jollibee.

After a few minutes, Basilio arrived with 2 bags of Jollibee. "Antagal mo naman, natunaw na yung ice cream." (Took you long enough, the ice cream already melted.) Crispin complains, rolling his eyes playfully.

"Bat di mo nilagay sa freezer? Parang timang 'to eh." (Why didn't you put it in the freezer? What a dumbass.) Basilo replies, settling the food on the table. Alexandra enters the room, "Andito na pala kayo. Halika na." (You guys are already here. Let's go.)

"Ano bang gagawin natin, bossing?" (What are we going to do anyway, bossing?) Basilio scratches his head out of confusion. "Malamang isusurprise natin." (Of course we're gonna surprise her.) Crispin replies sarcastically. He was still mad about what happened.

The trio went upstairs, Basilio and Crispin carrying the ice cream and Jollibee. Alexandra knocked on Y/N's door. "Bunso?" She says in a loving voice. No reply on the other side of the room. Maybe she went back to sleep again. "Papasok kami ng mga kuya mo ah?" (Your brothers and I will enter okay?) Alexandra turns the doorknob open.

Y/N turns around to see her Ate and Kuyas enter her room quietly, "Ate Alex.." She croaks out, "May dala kami ng mga kuya mo para sayo.." (Your brothers and I brought some food for you..) Alexandra gestures to the food that the twins bought. Y/N sits up from her current position, rubbing her eyes.

Basilio frowns and sets the food on her study table, then sitting beside her on the bed. "Halika nga.." (Come here..) Basilio takes his beloved sister into his arms, caressing her back to calm her sobs. "K-Kuy-ya.." She manages to say inbetween sobs, but Basilio hushes her and rocks her softly.

Alexandra elbows Crispin, who is still standing by the door. "Alam kong galit ka sa amin, pero yakapin mo naman kapatid mo." (I know that you're mad at the both of us, but go hug your sister.) Crispin realizes this and sighs. He walks over to Y/N and Basilio, who are both still locked in an embrace. Y/N felt the other side of the bed sink, she pulls herself away from the hug and turns to face Crispin.

Crispin had a disappointed yet concerned look on his face. Without any words, he pulls her into his chest, enveloping her into a hug. Y/N was sobbing like crazy. Her brothers have never seen her like this, ever. They didn't know how to react. They tried to calm her down— Crispin was still hugging her, caressing her back, while Basilio brushed her hair.

Alexandra sat on the farther edge of the bed, giving the siblings their space. Once Y/N calmed down, Alexandra spoke. "Gusto mo ba ikwento samin yung nangyari..?" (Are you comfortable telling us about what happened..?)

Y/N wipes her tears, "Nakita ko si Jerome na may ka halikan na iba-a.. T-ta—" (I saw Jerome kissing someone else-e.. T-th—) She sobs, unable to form her sentence properly.

Basilio caresses her back to help her calm down, "Dahan-dahan lang, bunso.. Hinga ka lang.." (Slowly, bunso.. Just breathe..)

Crispin frowns, "—Tapos kinausap ko siya sa labas nung venue.. Matagal na daw siyang nag ch-cheat sa akin.." (—Then I talked to him outside.. He's been cheating on me for a long t-time..)

Crispin's eyes almost bulged out of his eye sockets out of shock, Basilio's mouth hung open, and Alexandra's eyebrows raised.

"Ha?!?" The three said.

Y/N nodded hesitantly.

"Aba tangina pala ng Jerome na yan eh! Ano ba itsura nyan?" (Well fuck that son of a bitch Jerome! What does he even look like?) Crispin retorts, Alexandra grabs Y/N's phone from the floor and hands it to her. Y/N searches for a somewhat decent picture of her now ex-boyfriend on her phone, and once she did, she showed her brothers.

Jerome wasn't too good looking, he wasn't too bad looking either. He was okay— or saks lang, some would say.

"Panget naman niyan, panget din siguro ka bonding." (He's ugly, he probably isn't fun to bond with.) Basilio jokes, "Gago oo nga, ang panget. Mas pogi pa kami ng kuya mo diyan eh! Masaya pa kami ka bonding." (Damn, he is ugly. Your brother and I are more handsome than that guy! We're fun to bond with too.) Crispin strikes a pose, which made his sister smile.

Alexandra looks at the picture, then giving a disapproving look at her. "Ang panget nga. Pumangit ba siya? Di naman ganyan itsura nyan nung nakita ko." (I agree, he is ugly. Did he get uglier? He didn't look like that when I met him.) The three siblings laugh.

"Uuuy, ngumiti na siya! Yieee!" (Ooo, she's smiling!) Basilio teases her, poking her side. Crispin joins in and starts tickling her side and neck. Y/N tried to hide her laughter, but she failed. "Kuya Crispin— Kuya Basilio! Tama na!" (Kuya Crispin— Kuya Basilio! Stop it!) She giggles, then Basilio and Crispin finally stop.

"Halika na, kain na tayo ng Jollibee! May ice cream din!" (Come, let's eat Jollibee! There's ice cream too!) Basilio stands up to get the food from her table, Crispin and Alexandra help him set up the food.

"Nood tayo ng movie!" (Let's watch a movie!) Y/N suggests, Crispin and Basilio agreeing. "Anong movie, bunso?" (What movie, bunso?) Basilio asks, "Horror nalang." (Let's watch horror.) Y/N flashes a devilish smirk, because she knew that her brothers were afraid.

Alexandra walks over to her and gives her food, then sitting beside her. "Thank you, Ate!" Y/N flashes Alexandra a smile. The twins follow after Alexandra, sitting on the farther end of the bed with their food in hand.

Y/N turns on the TV to find a horror movie to watch, then she clicks on a random one just for fun. "Ano plot neto?" (What's the plot of this movie?) Basilio says while chewing, "Ewan ko Kuya.. Kinlick ko lang yan eh." (I don't know, Kuya. I just clicked on it.) Y/N shrugs, eating a spoonful of rice.

—

The rest of the day went great. After the movie, the trio stayed in Y/N's room all day. They played games, watched weird documentaries, and karaoke.

"Happy ka na?" (Are you happy now?) Alexandra asks Y/N as they watched the twins sing a duet.

Y/N smiled. At that moment, she realized that she was more than thankful to have two crazy twin brothers, and a sister that would always be there for her.

"Yup, Happy na ako. Thank you, Ate." (Yup, I'm happy now. Thank you, Ate.)

—♡—

o diba sabi ko sa inyo cute to 😴 i apologize if my translations are somewhat inaccurate! i tried my best to translate it well :((

*for the non-filo readers:

Kuya: what you call a guy/male sibling who is typically older than you. (ex. Kuya Crispin)

Ate: what you call a girl/female sibling who is typically older than you. (ex. Ate Alex)

Bunso: used by older family members as a nickname for the younger members of the family. (Bunso means the youngest member of the family)

no tags bc i dont have filo trese moots yet <\3

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also, i'm opening my requests for trese! i'll be keeping my requests for ahs and gotham closed for the mean time.

*UPDATE AS OF JUNE 29, 2021:

hi!! i have recieved an overwhelming amount of trese reqs! i am very grateful for each one. pleasr expect more trese content! <3

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dakimakura | reader x jisung

Pairing: self insert, female reader x han jisung 

Genre: smut, pwp 

Tags: softsub!jisung, harddom!reader, friends to lovers, pillow humping (m), masturbation (m), cumshot, begging, piv cowgirl, praising, dirty talk, corruption kink (f & m), degredation 

Word count: 2.4k 

Inspo: i blame you @jisungsplatforms (but I also love you *mwah* hehe thank you for this inspo! the realest friends introduce you to new kinks lolll) 

When the lights turn off, or in the dead of night, Jisung can’t help himself. 

How can something that feels so good make him feel so guilty? 

It had been a gag gift from some holiday or birthday--he can’t remember at this point. Sure, he thought that it was real funny at the time--what was even funnier to him was the fact that one of his friends had actually seen the thing, thought of him, and then spent money on it. Their loss, not his. 

By comparison, it wasn’t much larger than he was. Jisung knew that the large, body sized pillow could fit him well and he could fit it smushed onto his twin sized mattress when he pushed it up against the wall. It could almost be like it wasn’t even there. 

Jisung didn’t even know the character’s name, but he had tried to look it up once. The search yielded no results and he gave up easily after that too. All that he knew was that she must have been from some sci-fi thing--the very kind of anime show that he didn’t often watch. He really was one for the softer, cuter, more romantic ones that would leave him wanting something like that. 

She had red hair and a red outfit that had been illustrated to look as if it shone. She had cute features: a thin waist, a tiny nose and a pleading brown eyes with fingers hooking into the waist of her pants suggestively. Her thighs were perfectly shaped; unrealistically so--as they often were. Naturally, her breasts were humongous: a stark contrast to the rest of her body which was thin and lithe. 

The other side of the pillow, or the the side which he kept face down, ridded her of all of her clothes. The character wore baby pink lingerie which was nearly sheer. It left little to the imagination: her perky nipples protruded the fabric, and her glistening pussy slicked wet on her thighs and between her hairless folds. On top of it all, her orange hair had strewn everywhere onto the mattress-like image she was placed on, and her tongue dripped with in saliva that dripped down her neck. 

“Real classy.” Chan had called it. 

Jisung said that he was going to throw it out after it spent one night in his room when he was too tired from the festivities. 

He had heard that these things were comfortable, so he didn’t see the harm in trying. 

Jisung wrapped his leg around the body pillow to cuddle it, and the action itself was embarrassing enough to send a blush to his cheeks. The large mass did feel comforting, like another body in his bed which had only even been home to him. In the dark of his room, he could barely see the design, but knowing that it was there was something else. To save himself even further shame, he flipped it to the side where she was clothed. Even though no one had seen him do so in his sacred single-room, he still felt a cringe creep across his mouth. 

Just once. Just once I’ll look at it. 

He promised himself before turning the pillow over. 

Sure, her breasts were gorgeous: perfectly plump looking and doughy to play with...just as he had often fantasized about. His mind wandered to even more crude thoughts: what would she taste like, how would she sound if he had fucked her: would she be loud of soft? Would she be tight? 

Between his legs, he felt the heat rising, and jerked his hips at his wandering thoughts against cushion of the pillow. 

The blankets of the bed shifted, the frame creaked, then he found himself looming over her orgasmic face and all he could do was run wild with even more questions. Perhaps she would be soft, she would squeak, she would mix his name with her moans. 

Jisung straddled with pillow in his boxers and sighed out at the pressure of his hardening erection against her waist. He rolled his hips once, twice, a third time... 

“F-fuck...” 

He pressed his full weight against the pillow as he wetted the insides of his underwear with his dripping tip. His shaking fingers clawed out at the corners to hold himself steady, and with his unstable breaths he looked down at her. Tiny and stifled moans bit at his lip where he rocked his hips, slowly growing addicted to the friction. 

“F-fuck.” He cursed to the empty room again.  

Jisung didn’t know that he would enjoy edging himself so much, but with that first night, he was learning plenty of new things. 

After all, the pillow didn’t end up in the garbage, but rather the laundry. 

~🌹~

You had known of his little secret. 

While Jisung had thought that he could keep himself quiet, the steady creak of his bed during the late hours of the night gave him up obviously. 

You thought that it was cute. 

In fact, you had often imagined what he would’ve looked like desperately grinding himself over that pillow until he could take no more, or how he would milk his cum all over fabric and let it string between his fingers. Some nights, he would even go for more than one round. He must’ve been so agitated, so untouched, that he could do something like that to himself. 

You wanted to see it. 

The floorboards betrayed your steps to his room where the thumping had started near the hours of 2 or 3 in the morning. He had even left the door cracked open a little; as careless as he was. 

From the other side of his door, his breathy little moans were unbelievable. The fact that he could do something to himself was remarkable. He could work himself up to the point of overstimulation all on his own, and he would do it multiple times. 

“Mm.” He whimpered out, and the sound of his sheets crinkling followed. 

It was undeniable that you felt a similar heat below your waist, and it wetted your panties and clit so obviously it ached for you bring a touch for relief. Your thighs rubbed together to find some kind of sensation, but you wanted to wait the longest you could. You would save it all for him. 

“Jisung? Are you still awake?” You asked softly with a knock on the door. 

He scrambled with a tiny yelp and the sound of the pillow getting thrown to the floor poofed. 

“I can’t sleep, I’m coming in.” 

He had done somewhat of a good job covering it up...if you had ignored his discarded boxers also on the floor. Jisung pulled up his blanket all the way up to his nose. The light from the hall flooded, and you could still see the rosy blush to his cheeks. 

“I-I’m awake. Come-come in.” 

“You okay?” You asked, trying not to eye the evidence on the floor. 

“Yeah! Yeah! A-HEM! Yeah. All good here.” 

Under his thin sheets, his legs wiggled and you wondered if he had been close, and if you had just ruined his orgasm. 

“What can I help you with?” He timidly asked with legs still impatiently twisting. 

“Oh...I just couldn’t sleep, so I was wondering if you could help me?” 

His eyes widened, “How so?” 

“Well, for starters, you could show me something.” 

“Show you?” Jisung’s nervous eyes flicked from you to the discarded pillow, which had embarrassingly even landed on the scantily clad side. 

“I hope that I didn’t interrupt you.” You teased him further with a growing grin. 

“I-interrupt me? I wasn’t...I wasn’t doing anything? I was sleep--” 

“--Jisungie, I think that the both of us know that you definitely weren’t sleeping.” 

Jisung stammered, and you could tell that he had tried with all his might to not look back down at the pillow. 

“Was-was not? I was sleeping.” 

You strode confidently over to the rejected pillow, not even surprised to feel that it had been lightly wet from some kind of body fluid. You waved it in his face with an even more smug grin. 

“You’re terrible at keeping secrets Sungie. You don’t have to be so shy about it. Not when I know already.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” He said, becoming defensive.  

“Don’t pretend like you fuck this cute little pillow of yours and ruin it. I’m not blind Jisung. Also...there’s no shame in that...” 

“I do not!!” 

“If you don’t then would you like to explain why I can see your cute dick bouncing under this blanket?” 

Jisung yelped out even louder and threw his hands down his body to cover the obvious area, nearly hitting himself at the same time, then hissing out at his sensitivity. He shied, finally realizing that he couldn’t hide it any more. 

“...It’s embarrassing.” 

“Awww you’re so cute Sungie.” 

“Can you not tell anyone?” 

You laughed, “I think it’s a bit late for that. If I know...likely everyone else does.” 

“Ah shit.” 

“I could...help you, if you’d like?” 

Jisung appeared to crumble into a shy little ball. “What do you mean? This is embarrassing enough.” 

You asked permission to peel the sheets back, and he let you do so with a shocked little glisten to his big brown eyes. It was just as you had expected: his cock was pink and hardened furiously with his tip that flared and bubbling with precum. It was deliciously thick with a considerable length, the kind that you knew would’ve felt amazing in your throat. 

“Look at you...so worked up...you did this all yourself?” 

Jisung nodded with his face in his hands. 

“I-I can’t help it sometimes. It just feels s-so good.” 

“Can you show me baby? Show me how you grind into this pillow of yours? Wouldn’t that feel nice?” 

You brought the redheaded anime girl back to his bed which he peeked at through closed fingers. 

“When you look at her, what does it feel like? You wish that you could fuck her? Feel her warm pussy around your cock that only gets tighter and tighter...”

Jisung whimpered at your coaxing and nodded to every word. “ ‘Want to know...want to know what it feels like...” 

“Show me how you do it Sungie, cum all over your dirty pillow for me, soak it. Ruin it.” 

The adorable boy nodded, then shifted to straddle it once more now facing you. He swam in his oversized tee, and he was looked just as soft as you had expected. 

“L-like this?” He said, sinking over the cotton with his throbbing dick. 

“Just like that baby. Keep going.” 

Jisung dug his fingernails into the pillow as he thrust over it and flicked his hips nearly directly over the character’s waist and stomach. He couldn’t meet your eyes at first, but focused only on the way that he fucked it, but as soon as your praises started to fill his ears, he wanted you to watch him. It felt pathetic, but he loved it. 

“That’s it Sungie. Does it feel good? Fuck, look how cute you are. You’re that desperate that you would fuck this pillow? You want to know what it feels like?’ 

“Mm-yes.” Jisung muttered with even more broken gasps, “W-wanna know...what it feels like...inside...please--” 

“If you cum for me first, maybe you can find out.” 

Jisung looked up to you, pleading.” “R-really? You’ll let me?” 

“You want to fuck me Jisungie?” 

“Fuck--yes.”  The small boy nearly growled. 

“Cum for me first.” 

He huffed out in his focus, but nodded, while thrusting his hips harder. 

Everything about him was a sight to behold that sent your arousal straight to your clit which twitched just for him. As badly as he wanted to fuck you, you wanted to fuck him too; fuck him until he couldn’t make sense of his words, or until he had begged you to give him a break. 

Jisung continued at his face, and the longer he went, the more whiny his moans became. Pre-cum pearled at his tip which turned even redder against the fabric, and his back arched when he found an angle that he preferred. When he got closer, his eyes screwed shut, and his eyelids fluttered when he brought out his orgasm. 

“F-feels really good...” He said with a tiny euphoric smile. “C-close.” 

“Cum for me baby, just like the dirty baby that you are fucking that pillow. Is your dick that desperate to feel a cunt? This is the best that you come up with?” 

As your words turned dirtier, Jisung appeared to loose himself further, groaning out louder, and drawing his hips in deeper and collapsing over the length of the pillow. 

“M’ gonna cum, f-fuck, please wanna feel you, so, so bad.” 

“Prove it.” You challenged him further. 

With a strained little grunt that was much too cute for his own good, Jisung came over the design of the anime girl on his pillow, and he splattered her with white. His whole body shook with his high, and he shivered as he milked himself over her till his dick twitched with nothing more left to give. 

He gasped out and looked to you for approval, which you gave him overwhelmingly seeing the way that his thighs even trembled too. 

“Did I do good?” He asked while jerking himself further, not even caring that it made him flinch. 

“Of course you did babyboy.” You praised, and leaned over the sticky mess to give him a quick kiss. “I’d make you go longer, but I’m feeling impatient.” 

Jisung watched when you striped your bottom half of your sweatpants, and nearly drooled seeing you dip your hand between your folds to rub slowly at your swelling clit and swirl your fingers with your own cum. 

“See what you do to me Jisungie?” 

He nodded vehemently and threw back his beloved pillow to make more space for you. 

“Oh my god...this is really happening.” He whispered out. 

Your hand slid over to his dick lathered with his cum and you twisted around it with your own hand, then roughly toyed with his slit. After, you took your own slick to mix and rub around his length. He collapsed to his back overcome with the pressure from your hand. 

“Oh god.” He hushed with legs still trembling. “Please fuck me, I-I can’t wait...hurts...”  

“Oh I will Sungie.” You returned, and positioned your hips over his, and teased at your entrance with his pink head. “It’s my turn to ride now.” 

~🌹~ 

Bunch of (Ro)ses! 

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[h0rnyshakespeare]

Midnight Mochi

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Ochako Uraraka

Genre: Fluff, comfort

Word Count: 1310

Warnings: Minor swearing (if I missed out on anything let me know)

A/N: If you don’t like Kacchako (as I know most of the BNHA fandom do) ignore this one, and don’t forget to send in requests!! I’m currently in season 2 of Haikyuu and I’m wondering if I should start writing for it, so feel free to send Haikyuu requests too!

“Dammit…” was all that was going through Bakugou’s mind as he made his way back to the dorms. It was late, well later than his usual bedtime, although he could really care less at that moment. “That damn Deku.”

Bakugou hated feeling like this, it was so foreign to him, and it was pissing him off. He felt exposed, vulnerable and weak despite what All Might had said to him back at the grounds. “If only I were freaking better at this. I’m so freaking stupid.” Whatever ‘this’ meant. If he was being honest, Bakugou was not sure either. All his life, he had been told how powerful his quirk was, how smart he was, how good he was at practically everything he did. All it had given him was a cocky attitude and high expectations of himself, which was not necessarily a bad thing, but also caused him to be hard on himself. All he wanted now was to get back to his room without any more distractions so he could finally have time to clear his head without anyone disturbing him or feeling even more exposed to everyone around him.

Ochako could not sleep. She expected to pass out as soon as her head hit her pillow as training had been tough today, yet so many thoughts were running through her head. Unable to toss and turn around in bed anymore, she decided to go downstairs for a warm cup of tea and maybe a leftover mochi or two from the batch Sato had made for the whole class earlier. In her defense, mochi was her favourite food, and with how much she worked today she felt that she had earned a midnight snack.

As she made her way downstairs into the kitchen, she heard someone’s footsteps and froze. A villain?

Then she saw the familiar ash-blonde hair which she knew could only belong to one person. “Bakugou-kun? What’re you still doing up past curfew? I thought you went to sleep around eight thir-”

“Uraraka. Could ask the same of you.” Ochako stopped at his voice. Uraraka? What happened to Round Face and Pink Cheeks? It was rare that Bakugou ever called someone by their actual name, if he bothered to remember it at all. It was then that Ochako got a good look at the state of him, his spiky locks all messed up, dark circles under his ruby eyes, his usual tank top in tatters, his body bruised. “I, uh, couldn’t sleep, was making some tea. Um, would you like me to make a cup for y-?” “Don’t bother yourself,” Bakugou snapped back, although his voice was devoid of his usual annoyed tone. He sounded tired, which was beginning to worry Ochako. She knew Bakugou would hate being pressed, so instead of saying anything, Ochako went back to boiling some water. When Bakugou did not leave, however, she grabbed another mug and set it next to hers.

“The hell you doing, Round Face?”

There it was. Ochako chuckled internally at the nickname. “Making tea,” she replied, not glancing his way. “I told you not to make some for me.” “Yet you didn’t leave, it would’ve been rude to make one all to myself while you just stood there.” “Tch.” Bakugou muttered under his breath but did not object, leaning onto the kitchen counter as Ochako added the teabags. He watched as she rummaged through the fridge a bit, only to bring out a box of mochi and hold it out to him. “Mochi?” “Like hell I’d be caught eating that sugary shit.” “Okay, your loss,” Ochako giggled. “Tomorrow everyone’s gonna find out that the great Bakugou Katsuki can’t handle a cute little mochi-” “Gimme that,” he said, cutting her off as he swiped the box out of her hands. “Hey, you gotta leave me some! Those are my favourite!” “Yeah, I can see the resemblance,” Bakugou replied, causing her face to turn red. “That’s… that’s pretty rude, Bakugou-kun.” “Whatever.”

They ate in silence, not that Ochako minded. She could tell that Bakugou had something on his mind and decided not to ask unless he wanted to talk about it.

“So, you couldn’t sleep, huh?”

“Yeah, haha… I think I’m turning into some sort of insomniac,” Ochako joked, although Bakugou did not seem to find it funny. “Sleep is important, dumbass. You need it. How else are ya gonna achieve your goals. hah?” “I could say the same for you,” Ochako replied. “Were you training or something at 3 a.m.? You’re all bruised and tired.” “Like hell I am, I’m fine pink cheeks, geez.” “Alright, but if you need to, I don’t know, talk to anyone, I’m here. I may not be the best person though, just letting you know.” “You need to stop doing that.” Bakugou said firmly. Ochako was confused. Had she done something wrong? “Huh? What’re you talking about, Bakugou-kun?” “I’m talking about how you always seem to degrade yourself,” he replied curtly, a slight frown on his face. Ochako’s heartbeat slightly sped up in… nervousness of being caught of her self-deprecation, but there was something else too. Whatever it was, Ochako pushed it down. He noticed?

“Whether you’re joking around or not, talking down about yourself is never healthy, you idiot. You’re worth a lot more than you give yourself credit for.” “Th-thank you, same goes for you too, you know?” “Tch, of course I freaking know, I’m the best,” he said, although Ochako noticed a slight crack in his voice. “Um, Bakugou-kun, I may be overstepping my boundaries a bit here but… are you sure you’re alright?” The silence that followed was nearly unbearable, and Ochako feared she had only made things worse. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked, I’ll be going now.” As she made her way to leave, she felt him grasp her wrist. “Bakugou-kun-” “Stay,” was all he said as he slightly tugged on her wrist, causing her to fall onto him accidentally as she was not expecting him to do so. “I-I’m sorry! It was an accide-” “Just… let’s just stay like this for a while,” Ochako barely heard him mutter, the usual roughness in his voice replaced with an almost… lonely tone. Ochako had no idea what to do, so she just let him hug her, her own arms slowly making their way around his body before Bakugou suddenly seemed to realize what he was doing and quickly let go of her. “Shit, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that without asking-” Ochako hugged him again, cutting him off. He slowly wrapped his arms around her waist and seeing that she made no movement to pull away, buried his face in the crook of her neck. “Tch, I’m so freaking pathetic.” He said it so quietly that Ochako would have missed it if his lips were not right next to her ear. She moved one hand upwards to stroke his hair softly.

“You’re not pathetic,” she said, gently. “I may not know what happened, but I do know you’re a great person, Bakugou-kun. You’re the best, remember?” she chuckled. “You work so hard; I just know that one day you’ll be the best hero out there. So, take your own advice and never talk down on yourself. You’re so much more than that.” Silence engulfed the small kitchen as they stayed in that position for a while, until Bakugou pulled away. “This never freaking happened, ya hear me?” he said, not a hint of malice in his words. Ochako saw a faint pink dusting his cheeks and giggled. “I won’t.” “I’ll see you around then, Round Face,” he said, making his way to leave before pausing at the doorway. “And, uh, thanks or whatever.” “Try not to get caught by Iida-kun, Bakugou-kun.” Ochako smiled back at him as she walked in the opposite direction to her dorm.

[mintaka14]

This is chapter 2 of my Dash & Lily inspired ML AU.

For the Lady’s Favour

A Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction

By Mintaka14

 Chapter Two – Complicated Plans

 “Delivery order,” Luka’s boss said laconically, and pushed a takeaway cup and a slip of paper across the counter towards Luka.

Delivery orders weren’t uncommon, but the address on the slip was, and Luka’s eyebrow climbed as he read it. His boss just shrugged.

“The customer paid extra for this one, so you’d better get going.”

At least it was a nice day to be making a delivery to the Trocadéro, and Luka headed out into the streets towards the gardens.

There were plenty of people clustered around the first bench from the northern entrance of the park, and the second, but there was only one at the third bench. He could see pigtails, and a girl bent over the sketchbook in her lap. As he got closer, he caught a glimpse of an assortment of clothing, notes and scribbles and odd sketches around the edges.

“Delivery for the lady at the third bench?” he called out, and his attention was caught by the figure she seemed to be working on. Was that… Jagged Stone? This girl had good taste in music, clearly, and the coat she’d sketched on him looked amazing.

“Hey, that’s really –“ The girl looked up, and Luka completely lost his train of thought as he found himself staring into endlessly blue eyes. Holy shit.

“Is that my coffee?” she asked with a tentative smile, and Luka jerked back to attention. He looked down at the chocolate and fluff with extra everything and all the froufrou his boss had been able to jam into one cup.

“Not exactly.”

The girl’s eyes fell on the cup in his hands, and she let out a soft breath.

“I guess he has a sweet tooth,” she said, and he handed her the cup, trying not to react to the brush of her fingers.

“You didn’t see who placed the order?” she asked a little wistfully. “It- it wasn’t you, was it?”

“Me?” Luka was still reeling under the impact of those blue, blue eyes. “Right now, I wish it had been.”

He nodded at the cup of chocolate and marshmallow fluff in her hands. “Although I’m more of a coffee guy.”

She lit up in a smile, and any semblance of rational thought that Luka had left was gone. Damn, she was just too gorgeous.

“Me too, to be honest. I wouldn’t get half the things I need to do done without a regular caffeine hit. Are you a night owl too?”

“Too often, yeah. It kind of comes with the territory.”

She raised an eyebrow at that, and he found himself talking more.

“I play in a couple of bands, and I’d keep falling asleep over my guitar in the middle of a gig without coffee to keep me going.”

“You’re a musician?”

He grinned and ducked his head in acknowledgement. “What about you? What keeps you up at night?”

It was only after he’d said it that he realised how that could have sounded, but the girl didn’t seem to notice.

“Design and sewing.” She let out a faint huff. “The middle of the night always seems to be about the only time I can focus on my projects without something interrupting me, so… coffee.” She pulled a face at the mountain of fluffy chocolate in her hand, and then seemed to realise that they were still standing in the middle of the park. She backed up a reluctant step. “I should – I should stop holding you up. You probably need to get back to work, and here I’m – Sorry. Thanks for bringing me the hot chocolate.”

“You can hold me up any time,” he sighed, but only when she was out of hearing. He turned and headed back towards the coffee shop, but he came to an abrupt stop at the sound of running footsteps and the touch of a hand on his arm.

“Sorry, sorry!” the girl gasped. She held out a raspberry red macaron wrapped in cellophane and ribbon. It was a work of art. “I nearly forgot. Could you give this to the person who ordered the hot chocolate for me?”

“It looks like a ladybug,” he said stupidly, and she blushed again. “No, it’s cute. Lucky.”

“I could use a bit of luck,” she muttered, then she met his eyes and her smile grew brighter. “It was really nice to meet you, Luka. Thanks for my sugar rush.”

Luka’s malfunctioning brain caught on that. “You know my name?”

And the girl’s face flamed into embarrassment. “I don’t… you… the thing…” She gave up and nodded at his chest, and the name tag that was still there.

Ah. Of course.

“I’m Ma-ma-marinette,” she offered, tripping over her own name.

“Pretty name. It suits you.” Judging from the way her cheeks burned even brighter, his tone had been a little more heartfelt than he’d intended, and, reluctantly, he backed up a step. “Guess I’d better get back before my boss notices I’m missing and decides to fire me.”

The smile she gave him almost knocked him on his ass, and he turned away before he could make even more of an idiot of himself. There was something niggling at the back of his mind, though.

Luka stopped and turned back.

“Marinette,” he said. “Wait, do you know Juleka Couffaine?”

“We were in the same class for a few years,” Marinette admitted. “We hang out sometimes.”

“You’re Marinette! I heard all about you from Jules after that thing with the school photo.” He could have kissed her for what she’d done for his baby sister’s self-confidence, and if half the things he’d heard from Juleka were true, this girl was every bit as incredible as he’d just been imagining. He realised he was beaming at her like a fool, and tried to dial it back a bit.

“Nothing too bad, I hope,” she said, sounding a little alarmed, and he felt his smile soften.

“Nothing bad at all.”

When he finally got back to the coffee shop, Luka had barely had time to slide behind the counter and sling an apron around his waist again before the door swung open with an enthusiastic peal of the bell. He looked up to find Adrien Agreste heading towards the counter with an expression of barely concealed nervous anticipation on his famous features.

Luka gave him an easy smile, but before he could ask what the model wanted, Adrien had blurted out, “Did she like it? Did… were you the one who delivered the hot chocolate for me? Was she there?”

So Marinette’s mystery hot chocolate was Paris’ beloved poster boy.

Luka silently handed him the macaron that Marinette had asked him to deliver, and watched the model’s face light up like Christmas had come early.

~~~~~

Marinette was not surprised when Alya burst into her bedroom without so much as a greeting.

“So?” Alya said impatiently. “How did it go?”

“He sent me hot chocolate. I think I’m still in sugar shock, Alya, but the boy who delivered it was so funny and sweet about it –“

“Never mind the delivery guy,” Alya cut her off. “Your mystery guy came through! You had your first date with him… feel free to tell me I’m a genius any time now. This is a good start. The whole idea is for you to get to know each other before you meet, so you need to write to him and get him to do something to show he’s serious here.”

“Like what?”

Alya shrugged. “You’re the one with the plans. You just have to come up with something you can get him to do that doesn’t involve you meeting face to face, something he can do to win your favour.”

“Yes, but it’s not like I can ask him to fight a duel for my honour or something…” Marinette trailed off. “Fight,” she repeated thoughtfully.

“I know that look,” Alya nudged her shoulder. “That’s a plan happening, isn’t it?”

Marinette grabbed a sheet of notepaper from her desk, and her favourite pen.

“Ultimate Mecha Strike,” she announced.

“What?”

“An online challenge. It’s perfect. We don’t have to meet in person, but we can play each other online and find out a bit more about each other.”

Alya was looking as if she wasn’t sure if it was a bad idea or brilliant.

“What if he doesn’t play UMS?”

“Then I can teach him.”

“And what if he doesn’t like getting whomped?” Alya asked sceptically. She was very familiar with Marinette’s playing style, and Marinette made a face, still concentrating on the note she was writing.

“Then it’s better to find out now that he’s a sore loser, before I get too attached.”

Marinette read over the note, and folded it, presenting it to Alya with a flourish. Alya grinned, and tucked it into her bag.

“Right,” she said, getting to her feet. “Let’s see if he’ll fight for your hand. I’ll let you know how it goes.”

Once Alya had clattered down the steps again, Marinette buried her face in her pillow and screamed quietly. This was a bad, bad idea.

~~~~~

Luka was wiping down the counter when the bell chimed over the door, and he paused as Alya came in. It wasn’t unusual to see her in the café, but it was unusual to see her there without Nino or their friends. He watched curiously as she sidled almost furtively towards the noticeboard and tacked something up between the band posters and lost and found notices.

“What are you up to?” Luka asked, and Alya leaped, her hand going to her chest as she spun around.

“Jeez! You startled me.”

Luka tipped his head at the envelope she’d just pinned up. “I saw you the other day, when you put that letter on the board, and now this one. What’s that all about?”

“Aren’t we allowed to use the public noticeboard?” Alya asked, her hands going to her hips and a defensive note in her voice.

“And that hot chocolate delivery the other day?”

Alya huffed in response, but Luka just kept watching her with a look of mild interest, until she said, “It’s just like this game. Sort of. Like a blind date, without actually knowing who you’re dating.”

Luka’s eyebrow climbed.

“Look, we have these friends who’d be perfect for each other, but she can’t talk to him, and he’s completely clueless, so we’re trying to set them up.”

“Right,” Luka said slowly. “Does Marinette know about this?”

“Well, she doesn’t know who it is,” Alya muttered. “But she’s had this huge crush on Adrien for ages. We’re just getting them to set each other challenges, doing stuff like that coffee delivery, or… I don’t know, looking for a painting at the Louvre, something like that. Like dates, where they don’t actually meet.” Alya gave a sudden grin. “It’s going to be so hilarious when they finally work out who they’re writing to.”

“Is this some kind of practical joke?” he asked flatly, his heart sinking a little for Marinette’s sake, but Alya’s angry reaction was somewhat reassuring.

“Like I’d do that to my girl!” she said indignantly. “This is just… a creative way to help her get past some stuff. You met Marinette, so you know how she trips all over herself and stutters?”

She’d certainly stumbled over their names when she’d gotten flustered, but Marinette had been perfectly coherent through most of their conversation. Alya must have taken Luka’s expression as agreement, though, because she barrelled on.

“Well, imagine that, but like a million times worse. Girl just cannot string a sentence together around a guy she likes. And Adrien, well, he’s great with knowing what to say to his fans, and being polite to other models and his father’s business contacts, but not so good with,” Alya gestured vaguely, “normal stuff. He’s never really noticed Marinette like that, because he’s not real good with subtle, but he buys into that whole romantic movie, big gesture, winning the lady thing.”

“And that’s where this comes in?” Luka asked drily, nodding at the letter pinned to the board.

“Exactly!” Alya smacked her hands on the counter. “It’s like something out of one of those old movies. We get Adrien’s attention with the whole romantic mystery thing, and in the meantime, they can get to know each other. Marinette can talk to Adrien, because she doesn’t have to actually talk to him and she doesn’t know it’s him anyway, and Adrien can get to see how amazing my girl really is.”

“This seems like a very complicated way of doing things,” he pointed out as neutrally as possible, but Alya waved away the observation with a flip of her hand.

“You don’t know Marinette. Everything tends to be complicated with her.”

“If Marinette can’t actually talk to him in person, maybe he’s not the right one for her.”

“Oh, please! She’s been in love with him forever. Love makes you do stupid things, and she just needs a bit of a push in the right direction. I know Marinette.” Alya narrowed her eyes at him. “And what’s it got to do with you anyway?”

Luka just shook his head, not trusting himself to respond. He was honest enough with himself to admit that the pang of disappointment he’d felt when he found out that Marinette was interested in someone else might have had something to do with his judgement here, but even so, this had all the makings of a trainwreck of epic proportions. He didn’t, however, need Alya’s measuring gaze to know that it was none of his business, not if Marinette wanted this.

He shrugged, and turned away to straighten the coffee cups.

“It’s nothing to do with me,” he told her, and the note stayed pinned to the board until Adrien came in again some time later to collect it. And if Luka’s heart sank a little at the eager expression on Adrien’s face, and the thought that maybe this ridiculous plan might actually work, then he kept that to himself.

[mediocre-writerr]

grow as we go [toni shalifoe]

toni shalifoe x reader

requested: Hello! I was wondering if you could do a Toni x reader before the island. Where the reader is Martha's older sister and she moved out a few years back but when her mom lets her know about the trial and stuff comes back immediately and finds Toni living there. And when they were kids Toni always had a crush on the reader and know that she's older it has just gotten stronger

*not my gif*

The younger girls’ laughter filled the bedroom next door. You squished your pillow over your face, before slamming it down next to you.

You stripped the blankets off of you and headed straight towards the noise. You knocked on the door before opening it, “Marty, Toni, I love you both dearly, but please go to bed. I have a big test tomorrow and I need you to go to bed.”

“What’s so important about tests anyway?” Toni shot back, crossing her arms.

“You’ll find out once you become a sophomore in high school. So please...goodnight girls.” you said and they answered in unison.

“Goodnight Y/N.”

“Your sister’s hot.” Toni said bluntly.

Marty smacked her arm, “Ew stop! She’s so old! She’s 15 and we’re 12! That’s like dating your grandma!”

The two giggled like school girl children. Well they were, but Toni couldn’t stop getting you out of her mind. Which was weird, she never felt this way about anyone before. Like she wants to kiss Y/N.

Eww cooties!!! Toni thought before shrugging off the idea.

“I just don’t understand why people decide to eat meat? It’s literally killing animals.” Martha began.

We were waiting for her mom to pick us up from school, “Because meat is good. It’s literally heaven on Earth,” but she became at lost for words when she turned her head to see Y/N. All of the girls just a tad older now, you about to leave for college and then about to go into high school, “Actually that’s heaven on Earth.”

Marty finally looked up at who you were staring at, wide-eyed, “Shut up Toni! That’s my sister!”

She raised her hands up in defense, “I can’t help it!”You smiled at the two younger girls as you arrived to the spot they were sitting and waiting, “Hello beautiful.” she flirted.

You playfully rolled your eyes, “Hi Toni, Marty. How was your guy’s day?”

“It was good.” Marty said with a smile at her older sister.

“Better now that you’re here.” Toni flirted yet again and you just laughed.

She always flirted with you as time grew older. Once Toni discovered that she was only into girls, she did not hesitate to flirt with you on a daily. Especially when she realized that you liked girls and boys. It’s not that you didn’t like it, but you about to graduate and her about to enter high school was enough for you to be a little weirded out about the tiny age gap.

It was the night before you were about to leave for college and your family decided to have a little family game night, plus Toni of course. Both Marty and Toni were fighting over who was gonna be your teammate in the game, like always.

“She’s my sister!” Martha yelled, pulling at your arm.

“She’s my wife!” Toni yelled back and your sister dropped her arms, raising them up in defense.

“Yeah, you win.” she mumbled before placing a seat back on the couch.

You looked at Toni with a small smile on your face, before running your fingers through your hair, “You know I’m too old for you, right Toni?” there were a few minutes of silence and you nodded approvingly, until she said, “Yeah, but I’m in it for the long run.”

She smiled at you with her big cheeky smile and you pushed her slightly before ruffling her hair.

“Did you unload everything?” your mom asked as you looked into them empty trunk of the car. The airport terminal not too far away.

You nodded with a sad smile. Your dad rushed towards you, holding you in a big tight hug. Tears threatening to spill as we hugs tighter, “Stay safe, okay?”

“Of course Dad.” you then went over to your mom and gave her a huge hug while she cried into your shoulder, “I love you.” you whisper.

“I love you too.” she says back, sniffiling in the process.

Marty throws her arms around you and you could feel the tears hit the crook of you neck, “You gonna be okay?” you ask softly and all she did was nod, unable to say anything else, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

And lastly there was Toni, who stood there awkwardly with a sad smile on her face.

“Get over here.” you say, nodding your head towards you, opening your arms wide. She throws herself into your arms just like Marty did. You hold her tight, burrying your face in her hair, “You take care of her for me, okay?”

“I will, I promise.”

The next four years of college was a blast. All of the parties, but really also all of the self-growth you learn along the way. You’ve been with a few guys and a couple girls, but all of the relationships seemed to fail. Like something was missing.

You were up late one night writing an essay, when my phone started ringing, “Hello?” I asked, whispering, not wanting to wake my friends up.

“Hey sweetheart.” your mom’s voice echoed throughout your ear.

You smiled softly, “Hey Mom, what’s up?”

“It’s about your sister,” your mom drew out and you immediately tensed up in your seat, waiting for her to answer, “She’s involved in a trial with her old physical therapist, from when she broke her bone, Dr. Ted.”

“A trial for what?” you asked, hoping and praying it’s not what you think.

Your mom sighed, her voice getting all chocked up, “There’s a bunch of accusations being made by hundreds of girls that he helped for sexual assault.”

Your heart dropped at what she said, you put your elbows on your desk, before rubbing your face with your hands, “I’ll be on the first flight home.”

You got back to Minnesota late at night. Almost midnight and the drive back to your house wasn’t the most pleasant, but all you thought about was getting home to Marty. She needs her older sister more than anything.

When you got home, you didn’t bother saying hello to your parents because they were fast asleep. You tiptoed through the halls and into your old bedroom, putting all the luggages next to the window. From the room next door, you could hear small laughter coming from inside.

The door was slightly opened, so you pushed on it a little more. You saw an older Toni and Martha messing and joking around with one another. You crossed your arms around your chest before leaning against the doorframe.

“I guess some things never change huh?” you questioned and the girls’ heads snapped towards yours.

“Y/N!” Marty yells, jumping from off her bed and towards you. But not before stepping on Toni’s body in the process.

“Ouch!” Toni screamed which caused you to let out a smal little laugh.

She embraced you in a hug and you just held her tighter, “What are you doing here?”

You shrugged, “I just wanted to visit for a bit.”

Toni gets up from off the mattress on the floor. And you notice a bunch of other clothes that belonged to her in Martha’s room.

“You live here now?” you asked, raising your eyebrow up.

She just nodded, “Yeah sorry about that. You’re probably stuck with me for awhile longer, not that I’m complaining.” she teased and you smiled.

“You grew up to beautiful Toni.” you said and the same smile you had, matched onto her face. You gave her a hug, holding her close, “It’s good to see you again. I’m gonna head to bed. Goodnight.”

As you closed the door. Toni opened her mouth just as wide as her eyes were, looking at Martha. She let out a small chuckle shaking her head.

“You are not going to date my sister.” she pointed out.

“I’d be your sister in law Marty. You should be happy.” she exclaimed, falling back onto the mattress with a dreamy look in her eye.

Marty just hummed in response, turning off the lights.

At around 2 in the morning, you heard muffled cries and sobs come from the room next door. You shot out of bed, heading straight to her room. To find your little sister crying in Toni’s arms. You didn’t say anything, but rather tilted your head in concern. Toni read your mind and just nodded.

You say on the mattress that laid on the floor, keeping the two of them company while she started to fall asleep and calm down. Toni laid Martha down softly before coming to plop down next to you.

“I tried protecting her Y/N.” Toni whispered and you nodded.

“I don’t blame you for this. We were both here when it happened. Neither of us could’ve known.” you explained, shaking your head, “You wanna know what I learned about you?”

“Oh no.” she mumbled before listening politely.

You let out a soft chuckle, “That you are the best friend anyone could ever ask for. Maybe it’s because you didn’t have the best family life. Or maybe it’s because you’ve never felt that kind of love, but it gave you the greatest quality of being the best friend that I have ever seen.”

“She’s my only family, I need to protect her.” Toni said with a shrug. You could feel her pinky inching closer to yours and you didn’t hesitate to move it closer either. She wrapped her hand around yours, the fingers falling into place with one another.

You tilted your head to the side, “And what about me?”

“I like you Y/N. I always have. No matter who I had a silly little crush on or actually dated. It was always you.” she whispered.

She stared at you in anticipation and you nodded with a smile, “I like you too.”

“So what does this mean?” Toni asked, your faces growing closer by the second.

“We’ll play the long game,” you tucked her hair behind her ear, “We’ll go out and live our lives, date who we want. But at the end of the day I’ll know you’re out there and you’ll know I’m here. We’ll find our way back.”

She crashed her lips onto yours and it was everything you expected. Soft, gentle, and amazing. Then suddenly it all clicked, like this is where I am meant to be.

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[aphroditewritings]

Pregant Omega x Dragon King

Her love for Katsuki was what she could only describe as magical. Having known each other since childhood and having dated for their teenage years being the biggest couple of the village all the time since Katsuki was next in line for the throne. It was only natural to accept when the council arranged a wedding between the two lovers, deeming her a worthy women of being queen one day and a ruler of their lands along side her boyfriend, well her husband now she could finally say.

The blonde had unsurprisingly made it one of the best nights of her life, the very best night of her life though would be when the kingdom’s doctor told her she was with child and that the future heir to the throne was healthy and growing inside of her tummy. She in not only shock but excitement went to his mother Mitsuki unsure of how exactly to tell Katsuki they were finally having dragon babies after 2 years of marriage. The women had nearly fainted when she put her hand on her stomach and used her hightened senses to listen to the babies heart beat.

“This is beautiful” Mitsuki said caressing her stomach at the thought of a grandchild running around her feet finally. Mitsuki had made it an entire day’s worth ordeal, refusing to let Katsuki see or even look at her until nightfall came for fear his extra heightened senses would pick up on the extra heart beat immediately especially with him so in tune with her sent he would know something was up the second he would see her. It was also what made Katsuki scrunch his nose when she finally did enter into their bedroom that night draped in the long light pink silk robe from the bath and spa treatment the women had given her earlier, Mitsuki being extra doting knowing she was now pregnant.

She could tell he wasn’t sniffing the air in disgust but rather...intrest. “What’s wrong?” he asked almost immediately jumping up from the bed and wrapping his arms around her unaware of his mother snickering outside of the tent. “Nothing...well something but nothing bad. At least I hope not” she mumbled the last part looking at the ground and only looking up when she felt her husband finger softly direct her jaw upwards. “You know you can tell me. Never hold back with me.”

Taking a deep breath of courage in she grabbed onto his shoulders and whispered the words “I’m pregnant” in the air. He had froze for a few seconds, frantically looking her up and down to make sure he had heard her right before she felt herself getting lifted off the ground and into his arms in a giant bear hug. Needless to say, Katsuki Bakugo had been very happy that day and all the days after that.

Even when he had to rub her feet and massage her entire body, or go across half the village to get a food she was craving, he happily either went himself or sent his mother in. Ever since finding out she was pregnant especially once she started to show, her belly having started poking out from her dresses no one but himself or his mother were allowed close near her. His trust of everyone around her even poor Kiri who couldn’t even stop by to check how she was doing without getting snarls and growls from Bakugo.

It seemed never letting anybody near her would also be Katsuki’s downfall.

It had been during winter, a strong snow storm hitting the area and more conveniently shen she had been very very pregnant. She was due any day now, her belly swelled to its giant size, sometimes even making her feel self conscious but always remembering that Katsuki reminded her she was the most beautiful thing in the world to him everyday, big belly or not. He had gone out to the other side of the village to collect more fire wood go keep them warm but promised to be back shortly to her and the baby. With being pregnant with dragon kin babies, already came trouble from the outside as well.

Dragon babies sold for high dollar on the black market, high enough to probably set somebody up for life if they ever got their hands on one to sell. As sick as it was, Katsuki’s kind were sometimes sold off like pets, their owners always cruel and monsters themselves training them to be more like guard dogs instead of the beautiful humans they could be and were. It was part of the reason why everyone was so protective over her now, knowing how many criminals and other kingdoms out there would love the chance the snatch up her and her baby.

A giant explosion and screams had made her eyes snap open mid nap in the big fluffy bed of furs and pillows Katsuki had put together for her. Wobbling out of bed she slipped on her slipper boots and a robe before peaking her head out a scared yelp leaving her mouth when she did. A tent near hers, only a few down and belonging to one of the towns people in their kingdom was on fire a giant swarm of soldiers appearing out of the snow clouds with giant swords and axes on them. It finally dawned on her that this was actually happening, they were under attack.

She knew they would probably be dealt with soon, no one usually having the balls or the missing brain cells to attack a village full of dragon shifters, but all thoughts of substance left her mind when she felt big hands yank her arm. “Found the bitch” a man, apart of the group trying to raid them sneered down at her, a gasp leaving her mouth. “Her and that damn baby are gonna sell big” his friend that lurked behind him snickered making panic flash across her eyes.

So that’s what they were here for. They were here for her and her child.

“Help!” she screamed as loud as she could trying to trash out of his hold but getting a hand wrapped around her throat and stopping her screaming. “Just cut it out of her she’s about full term anyways. Sure as hell looks fat enough to be” the mans friend said to him looking at her with an evil glint in her eyes. Tears welling up in her own from her emotional sensitivity she took their moment of distraction from her to kick the man choking her while her face was turning blue where the sun didn’t shine for him, a cry of pain leaving his mouth as he collapsed on the ground holding his groin.

Running away as fast as the snow would let her she began her journey to the edge of the village aware of the men still running and following behind her shoutinh curses at her and her unborn child. It probably wasn’t the best idea to run into the open wild, 9 months pregnant and with no means of defense against the traffickers, but with everyone else busy trying to dispose of the rest of the mens little army it had left her vulnerable and with nowhere to run but to where she could loose them.

Not able to see in front of her any longer she fell to her knees in the snow, vaguely recalling loosing the men in the snow storm a while back leaving her to huddle into a pile in the white ground praying to the gods that Katsuki or at least someone from their kingdom would find her and rescue her, otherwise she knew her and her child wouldn’t last long in the weather they were in.

Sniffling with tears pooling down her cheeks she desperately hugged the fur robe closer to her body and clutched her stomach with two hands hoping to keep it warmer. “Please Katsuki” she whispered hoping he could somehow hear her wherever he was.

Back at the village, Katsuki had finally finished driving his sword through the chest of the last invader releaseing a battle cry of victory at once again winning a battle against petty criminals. He had been in a great mood on his way home shortly after, wonderful even ready to see his beautiful mate and talk to her and their pup. Ask them about their day. She didn’t do much nowadays but between all the pampering she was getting it gave her plenty to talk about. His world seemed to come crashing down upon entering his secluded tent though , one larger than life with a bed as big to match, completely and utterly empty.

An uneasy pit formed in his stomach as he called for his mate but got no response. Fear spiked in his blood more and more, him turning over blankets and table hoping and praying she was just playing some prank on him. They hadn’t gotten her...had they? A growl left his lips at the thought concluding something did happen to her while he was away but knowing she was at least alive kept him at bay, barley but there. Dragons could feel each others heart beats, once the mating ritual was completed mates were connected at the heart and soul for life.

“Katsuki please help me” a voice sobbed in his head. Her voice. Images and flashes of her laying out on the dirty ground in the snow, frostbite covering her toes, her heart beat getting weaker by the minute came across his mind Katsuki silently thanking the gods for allowing him to be able to track her. “I’m coming baby” he said gathering his things and calling for elite squadron and most trusted soldiers and advisors to get ready, giving them the blunt and only words they needed of “she’s missing, we leave now” to know they needed to spring into action. Bakugo shifted into his dragon, with him being the king it was the biggest and strongest of them there, pointy scales running up and down his back his body a crimson red color.

Roaring into the air he didn’t even wait for the rest of his support team before flying away and into the snow storm only one thing on the dragons mind as he felt his mates heart beat fade out more and more.

Releasing a quiet sob she was finally starting to come to terms with things. This was where she and her baby would die. Alone shivering out in the cold body huddled in a ball in the snow. A harsh breeze flew by a few ice shards spitting across her face and making her cry out in pain. Balling her fist together and rubbing her stomach one last time she could barley register the feeling of warmth spreading throughout her body.

The faint sounds of roaring and shouting were heard making her slowly blink her eyes open shocked to see herself surrounded by fire. Katsuki’s fire. Mates didn’t get burned by their dragon mates fire, another plus to marrying the man. It felt like her body slowly ignited and unfroze a gasp leaving her lips when she felt her body being lifted. She could recognize Mitsuki’s voice as the one holding her and carefully laying her now naked body from Katsuki’s fire on her in a pile of furs and wrapping her up. To scared and still to cold to move she allowed herself to be carried through the snow and placed onto the back of Katsuki who’s dragon released a happy pur at feeling her laying on his back.

Wasting no time he flew off into the air and back to the village all of the towns people crowding around as they watched their king transform into his human form again and carrying an unconscious queen in his arms. “Is she dead?” a woman whispered as Katsuki passed her but immediately quieted down when he snarled at her. “Sorry your majesty” she apologized looking anywhere but him for fear of catching his gaze.

Ripping open the flap to their tent he could faintly hear the sounds of his mother and Kiri along with medical staff ushering into the tent and lighting the fire place. He growled when the doctor tried to approach the bed he was holding her in, tears slowly but surly forming in his ruby red eyes as he rocked her unconscious body back and forth in his arms. His mother grabbed his shoulder a serious look in her eyes as she squeezed down on him.

“Let them check on her and the baby Katsuki, now” she said lowly uncovering the top half of her and her big baby bump luckily keeping everything for her bottom half decent. The doctor, who he found the least bit of comfort was a woman lifted up the bottom of the blanket and sucked in a breath. “She has frost bite on her toes, she’ll have the stay as warm as possible until they heal” she tutted and ignoring Katsuki’s gasp as she came around to her stomach. “I’m going to touch her belly, just the make sure the pup is ok” she warned waiting until Katsuki gave a hesitant nod and reached out.

Placing a hand on her stomach she felt around until she could hear the faint sounds of blood rushing to a second heart beat inside the queens body. Looking her up and down after doing a few more bodyily checks she concluded the queen was alright, just would be unconscious and exhausted for a while on top of her pregnancy. She was out for nearly a full day and night before she groaned out, her body sore and in pain and tried to sit up in the bed. Strong big arms wrapped around her hugged her tighter. “Don’t you dare” Katsuki said nuzzling his face into her neck. “I’m hungry Katsuki” she whined getting a grunt from him.

“You almost died and your first request is food?” he asked gruffly caressing her tummy and trying not to smile as he did so. “Do you not realize what could’ve happened to you out there?” he asked rubbing the top of her head to let her know he wasn’t angry at her by any means just was frustrated. “If we hadn’t of found you when we did...” he continued stopping when she placed her hand on his that was rubbing her stomach. “I know. I thought it was going to happen too, but they were going to sell him on the black market Katsuki I didn’t know where to go everyone was busy dealing with the rest.”

“Don’t ever think I’m to busy for you, you hear me” Katsuki said softly grabbing her jaw. “Anything like this happens ever again you come to me first and only”

Nodding her head at him softly she snuggled further into his chest smiling softly at hearing Katsuki call in his and her handmaidens and telling them to have the village chef immediately prepare her a feast “fit for a queen” literally and figuratively Katsuki and her both glad to have a fully healthy and safe family on the way now.

A/N

This is shit but I’m high as a kite rn so njoy ig beautiful people

[yoongi-sugaglider]

Daegu Quarantine

Jungkook x reader

Gang/ zombie apocalypse au

Warnings:

Gore, violence, zombies, mention of drugs and drug dealing, weapons discharge in self defense, main character death, zombies, course language, zombies, drinking, did I mention zombies?

Summary:

They were the top of their game, known throughout the city as the smartest and most dangerous crew to ever hit the Daegu streets. But what’s going to happen when this group of young men encounter something right out of a horror film?

Word count: 2640

Part 15===Part 16===Part 17

The next handful of days became a blur of activity. Well, more so for the others than for me.

Hoseok and I had been ordered to strict bedrest, which only one of us actually took seriously. While I sat in bed most of the day, watching movies on my laptop or vegging out on as many snacks as I could convince Jeanette to bring me, Hoseok on the other hand snuck by Jimin as often as possible to help the boys with various projects around the house.

The only reason I even found out is because every few hours I’d hear Jimin fussing at him all the way up the stairs and back to the bodyguard’s bedroom.

I sat with Jeanette, Rose, and Jimin one afternoon, chatting away with them while Jimin checked my leg wound when Jungkook wandered into the bedroom, a stoic look on his face as he sat at his computer desk and turned to stare blankly at my injured leg.

“Something on your mind boss?” Jimin asked as he cinched the bandage tight and turned to begin putting his tools away in his bag.

“Mmm…” 

The noncommittal sound drew my attention and I frowned at him, worry creasing my forehead as I reached my hand over to the small throw pillow I’d been using to prop up my injured leg.

“Oi! Earth to Jeon!” I yelled, tossing the pillow overhand at him. He caught it midair, never breaking eye contact with my leg as he tossed it onto the floor beside him.

“We can’t let Eun Kwang get away with this…” He muttered, the stoic look dissolving into a frown when he finally met my eyes.

“We’ve talked about this Kookie. There’s no point to trying to retaliate. We have no idea where they’re holed up. Nor how many of them there are or what kind of fire power they’re packing.” I leaned forward, pulling my pajama pant leg down and leaning back into the headboard.

“If we had even a sliver of that information…”

“Jungkook please…” I whispered, eyes pleading with him to drop it.

He growled, shoving his way out of the chair and to his feet. Fists clenched at his sides he glared at me, though the moment didn’t last long as his gaze softened.

I shook my head, nodding to Jeanette and Rose. “We have far too much on the line to risk even one of us getting dropped because of some half thought out revenge scheme. Jungkook, going out there would be suicide.”

“You wouldn’t leave a girl widowed before you’ve even gotten a chance to marry her boss, would ya?” Jimin’s quiet words seemed to do the trick.

Jungkook stared at him with wide eyes, mouth slightly agape as if he’d had half a mind to argue with the words from the wise doctor. But after a moment of fish bowling he shut his mouth, shaking his head with a resigned sigh.

“No...you’re both right. It’s hot headed and foolishness that’d get me killed before I even made it halfway there.” He bowed his head for a moment, eyes closed as he inhaled slowly.

“See, Tae said you were a smart man.” Rose grinned at him, standing from the bed and patting him on his arm. “Come on bud, let’s get some food in ya. I bet you haven’t eaten all day have ya?”

I snorted at the two, waving them off and thanking Jimin for his hard work. The room quickly cleared out, leaving just me and Jeanette to ruminate in our thoughts for a bit while I shifted around in bed trying to find a comfortable spot to mope in.

“Hey y/n?” Came the whispered voice of Jeanette, causing me to pause in my movements.

“What’s up?” A smile came to my lips as I watched the timid woman worrying at the hem of her shirt.

“Well umm… I was talking to Jin this morning while we worked on breakfast...about the pantry and stuff?”

I nodded as she paused, motioning for her to continue when she glanced over to me with a look of worry.

“Well, it’s just that… Yes, we have an amazing pantry. MRE’s keep for ages and so do canned goods. But like...wouldn’t it be nice to have fresh produce?” When I remained silent and smiling at her words her face lit up.

She began talking faster, turning in place to sit cross legged before me. She pulled the pillow I’d discarded earlier into her lap to protect the tiny protrusion of her belly as she spoke at length about her plans.

“Since there aren’t that many of us it wouldn’t have to be that big at first. And of course it would take a while for anything to grow. But just imagine, come fall we could have all kinds of amazing fresh veggies. Corn, carrots, tomatoes and potatoes. I could even manage cucumbers and watermelon if we could find things for the vines to climb.”

I leaned forward, taking her hands in mine and running my thumbs reassuringly across the ridges of her knuckles as she spoke, watching the idea grow bigger and bigger within her. The passion in her voice alone had me picturing the enclosed area, teaming with life and greenery and her tiny plump form tending to the plants as she coo’d at them as if they were her own children.

As she began outlining plans for bird proof netting she paused though, mouth curved into a gentle O of surprise and if I didn’t know any better, fear as her head whipped to the door to stare at Yoongi who’d been watching us...well her, talk this whole time.

“Oh...Yoongi I…” She bowed her head, seeming to shrink in on herself as if seeing the man had taken the wind out of her sails.

“Go on…” He whispered, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe with an encouraging smile.

“It’s just….Jin told me to ask Hoseok, who pointed me to Jungkook, who told me to ask you...and well.”

“Jeanette…” My smile only grew when her gaze finally mine. Hope began shining in her eyes and it seemed that the entirety of her frame lit up with our shared excitement.

“I love the idea. Honestly. We can get Namjoon to draw up your plans. He’s basically a genius so I’m sure he could engineer it to be the second safest place in Daegu. And since we’ve been having issues with Hoseok sitting still for long enough, he can be on duty for helping you till the soil or anything else that you might need.”

“I’ll be there to help as well…”

I glanced over to Yoongi and he grinned at the shocked look on my face.

“All of my end of things is done. You can’t exactly expect me to sit on my thumbs while cleaning my weapons all day now can you?”

Jeanette giggled at his words, gingerly lifting herself from the bed and smoothing out the black YG shirt that drowned her figure, another of Yoongi’s favorite shirts.

“Thank you y/n. Really I mean it. I was worried that I wasn’t able to contribute enough to everything that was going on and well...with this…”

“Hey now, we talked about this.” Yoongi walked over, wrapping her in a side hug and tracing his fingers down the bare skin of her arm. “You’re doing plenty enough. Between laundry and helping Jin cook all the meals?”

“Exactly.” I chimed in, shifting to my side a bit so I could send her a less pained smile. “Nobody in this house thinks you’re a burden in any way. And if they even think it I’ll tell Jungkook to beat them up on the spot.”

Yoongi snickered, sending me another grin. “He’d do it too, no questions asked. So don’t worry your pretty little head about it, yeah?”

She nodded after a moment’s hesitation.

“Well, alright then. It’s settled.” He began steering her towards the door, shooting me one last grateful smile. “Let’s get those plans started on. Let the boss lady get herself some rest.

As my bedroom door shut behind them, I couldn’t help but to wonder when and how they’d gotten so close.

***

By dinner time I’d managed to convince Jimin to let me down to the basement. Everyone was off doing their own thing and frankly sitting alone to eat in the bedroom again had made me so nauseous just thinking about it that I’d almost opted to skip dinner all together. But he’d seen the desperate plea in my eyes and relented, barring that I allowed Jungkook to carry me down there.

I sat with Taehyung and Rose, munching away at my meal as I watched them giggle over stories they shared of when they’d first met.

“It was a coding nightmare. I’d only been working for the main office for two months when they put his case in my lap. Some young kid that’d managed to bully his way into the Seoul Police department’s criminal database and posted all of the corrupt politicians with arrest warrants and speeding ticket fees to every news site that he could get his grubby little hands on.” Rose cackled, throwing her head back as her entire body shook with the force of her laugh.

“Hey! That was some of my best work!” Taehyung pouted, tossing a wayward green bean in her direction and causing her to snort harder.

“Best work? You had everything so scrambled from that little backdoor snipe that it took their tech department 2 years to set everything straight.” She shook her head, popping the betrayed green bean in her mouth before tossing one of her own in his direction.

He caught it in his mouth easily, smirking all the while before continuing his rant. “It was the art job that did me in.”

“Art job?” I leaned forward, almost instantly regretting the movement when a rib shifted and sent a spike of pain shooting through my chest.

“Shit, you good?” Tae asked, looking as if he was half way to dropping everything to come to my rescue.

I waved him off, shoving a hand over the cursed injury and grinning despite the pain.

“I’m fine. Now come on, tell me about the art job!”

Rose snorted, placing her plate beside her and leaning back on her hands to give Tae a coy smile. “It was why I call him Art Nerd. He decided it would be a good idea to hack into the archives of one of the biggest art museums in the world.”

“You wouldn’t believe it!” Tae tossed up his hands, all angst and agitation as he stood abruptly and began pacing the room. “Of all the places you would think that would be trustworthy about their pieces and whether they were authentic or not. The Louvre!!” He paused in his pacing, pointing angrily to his computer before spinning on his heels to scowl at me when I began snickering.

“Did you know…” He paused, stalking closer and bending forward to glare in my face, “that 87% of all the art in the Louvre is fake?”

I gasped, feigning shock at the revelation.

“That’s right! It’s a travesty! They spit on the names of the greatest artists to have ever walked the face of this planet!” He growled, turning from me to begin pacing again. “The nerve of those imbeciles. Displaying Van Gogh forgeries as if they were the real deal.”

“Needless to say when he tried to tell the world what he found out he got caught.” Rose shook her head, picking at the last of her mashed potatoes with her fork.

She glanced over at me, sly smile broadening into a full grin.

“Did you know he was wanted in 27 countries for that little debacle?”

“Tae!!!” I gasped, eyes wide as I stared at him in awe.

He shrugged, literally beaming at this point with pride though he tried to play it off as bashfulness.

Rose pointed behind me and I shifted around to stare.

“Wait…” My eyes widened with equal parts horror and pride as I whipped my head around to glare at Taehyung. “Tae...you didn’t!!”

This time he couldn’t disguise the pride. He bounded around the sofa, skidding to a stop before what I had previously thought was just a bunch of band posters. There, hanging on the wall was what Tae had told us long ago was a quilt that his grandmother had given him.

He’d sworn that he’d remove the hands of anyone who ever dared touch it. Hell he’d chased Jungkook halfway to downtown Daegu once for nudging it with his shoulder during one of the boy’s many playful basement wrestling matches. But as he slowly and reverently lifted the blanket I quickly realized the real reason why he treasured it so much. Right there on the wall, hanging between two trashy band posters was…

“Tae is that Starry Night?? Like… the actual real fucking deal Starry Night?????” I screeched.

“I couldn’t help it. When I found out they’d hung it between two forgeries I just knew I had to save it.” He lovingly traced his fingers above the protective glass, never actually touching it but making the motions nonetheless.

Rose muttered behind me, snickering into her hand as Tae dropped the quilt back into place and turned to frown at her.

“What was that Jangmi?” he growled, his already baritone voice dropping as he walked back to stand over her.

She squeaked, shrinking back as he crouched down and lifted her chin with a single finger so that she was forced to look him in the eyes.

“I said...I...hnnggg…” The brilliant blush rushing to her cheeks had me bursting with laughter, gripping my sides as I pressed myself into the sofa.

“Damn you two are adorable.” I wheezed, wiping at my tears as I watched the two hackers spring apart as if they’d forgotten I was there.

Tae gathered up our dishes, muttering to himself all the while as he disappeared upstairs. But not before I spotted his own crimson cheeked grin.

“Huh…” Rose muttered. I returned my attention to her, realizing quickly that she was now staring at the security feed pulled up on the tv before us.

“What’s up?” I asked, eyes darting over the various live images before settling on one that showed Jeanette and Seokjin talking in the area they’d decided would be the future garden.

“I thought I saw something.” Came Rose’s absent minded reply. She clicked on the video I’d been watching, bringing it up to fill the screen and squinting at a corner of the shed beside the unaware pair.

“Are you sure?” I whispered, straining to make anything out in the depths of the shadows.

“Maybe not… Tae’s better at security monitoring than I am… Let me just…”

She began typing rapidly, a series of commands appearing on screen before a top down view of the area appeared.

“Is that…”

“A live satellite view, yeah. I figured, I’ve got access to them, why not use them…” She clicked again, zooming in rapidly before suddenly screaming. “Oh shit! There’s chatterers outside the fucking gates!”

“The fuck did you just say!?”

We both screamed as Jungkook charged around the sofa, appearing as if from nowhere and grabbing Rose’s arm in a death grip.

“What do you mean there’s chatterers outside the gates?” Jungkook glared at Rose, the hardened criminal in him causing her to cower as far back as his grip would allow her.

“Kook…”

“I’m sorry okay! I was wondering what it was that I’d seen in the backyard, and when I switched to the satellite feed I saw them. It’s at least 30 of them. Jungkook, we’re surrounded!”

[echo-of-sounds]

adhd pt.2

How Fatgum, Gang Orca, and Midnight would help and support their s/o who has ADHD. Midnight’s are a little shorter than the others. I had a hard time thinking of more headcanons for her.

Warnings: nothing incredibly explicit, but a couple of these talk about sex

Toyomitsu Taishiro

Tai is a friendly guy. He talks to everyone when you're out and about. Sometimes it's fine. Sometimes it's a lot to handle. He wants you to immediately tell him when you’re starting to feel overstimulated or anxious. Before it gets too bad, he’ll carry you to a safe space. And it doesn’t matter where you are, his sweatshirts are yours. Weight can be very grounding and with his size, they’re very heavy. He’ll hold you close and talk you through the emotions.

Any time you lash out, he might try to ease the tension by making a joke. If you’ve ever been angry, you know jokes just make it worse. He’ll give you time to gather yourself when he realizes you’re actually angry. He won’t snap back. Fighting isn’t what he wants to do. Take some time to cool down. You’ll find him waiting for you with a smile. It’s hard to get him angry and it doesn't hurt his feelings when you lash out, but you should still apologize. He would appreciate it.

Feelings overwhelmed can erupt suddenly. When you sit down at your desk and there are five notebooks, scattered pens and pencils, loose papers, and just useless junk everywhere, you feel completely engulfed under them. It’s almost like you can’t breathe. You don’t know where to start or what to do. Tai will set some time aside to help you sort through your stuff. He may not know exactly where everything goes, but he really wants to help. He hates the look on your face when you’re overwhelmed and he’ll do anything to make it go away.

Lack of restraint and risk-taking behaviors are the most concerning to him. Sure, impulsively buying a dumb stuffed animal is one thing. But buying a new gaming system and four video games is another. The costs add up quickly. Or maybe you take another shot at the bar because screw it, you only live once. Then you do that over and over. ‘Just another shot’ turns into ten more. Your safety is always his number one priority and he worries himself sick thinking you’re going to damage your finances, career, or worse, yourself.

If you didn’t catch what he said, he has no problem repeating himself. Though he worries you aren’t paying attention while you’re in public or when something important is happening. He doesn’t want you mindlessly agreeing to something that you don’t actually want to do or potentially getting hurt. Like how you fling your arms out when you’re talking and hit someone or a wall. To ease his anxiety about you, he’ll hold your hand a lot and offer to give you piggyback rides.

He has a little trouble focusing on smaller tasks as well. He would much rather be doing fun activities out in the world. So he understands your trouble. He also understands how you forget to vacuum even though you promised you would. He isn’t annoyed. He’ll remind you when you’re home to do it. 

Since Tai is such a big guy he taught himself to be gentle early on in his life, particularly when it comes to sex, therefore he isn’t worried if you have sexual hypersensitivities. He's also great at communication and loves talking. He’ll ask what positions you can’t do and where you don’t like to be touched to ensure your comfort is at its max. During sex, if your attention starts drifting, he’ll let you take over to help keep you focused.

Gang Orca

Kugo’s a clean, organized man. To him, it’s helpful knowing that everything has its place. If you leave bowls and books around or are an overall cluttered person, he’ll pick up after you. Eventually, when your clutter gets to be too much, he’ll create a routine and a to-do list. Before bed, look at the list and look around the room if there are any pillows to put back on the couch or papers to straighten out.

Having physical sensitives is something Kugo can understand. While it’s not to the point he’s overstimulated like people with ADHD have, his skin is still quite sensitive- more than your ‘average’ human skin because of his mutant-type quirk. Whatever you need for self-soothing, he can bring to you when you’re starting to feel overstimulated. Your favorite heavy quilt will be wrapped around your shoulders and he’ll light some vanilla candles.

He’s utterly unbothered by tapping, fidgeting, or restlessness. However, he’s deeply concerned when he notices blood on your lip or fingers. It’s mindless. You don’t hurt yourself on purpose. No matter how many times you explain, it won’t quell his worries. He just really hates seeing you bleed. Out in public, he’ll hold your hand to stop your picking. At home, he keeps a close eye on you and points out your unhealthy habit so you can find a fidget toy or a pen to click. He hopes if he does it enough times it’ll become a subconscious reaction for you to grab a toy to play with instead of your body.

High mood swings and anger are easy for him to take. Your quick snaps go in one ear and out the other- mainly because he knows it's not about him. While he understands the frustration comes at the flip of a switch, he strongly urges you to find ways to deal with your emotions in a healthy way. He’s willing to listen if you want to talk it out. He’s willing to go to the gym if you need to exercise it out. And (if you’re at that point in the relationship), he’s willing to have sex if you need to fuck it out. 

Kugo loves listening to your interests. He supports any and all of your studies. Are you currently into a new TV series? He’ll buy you posters and action figures for surprises on your bad days. Or is the Viking culture suddenly fascinating and you need to learn everything about it? He scoops up some obscure book from that bookstore he passes every day. Even though his presents might not be exactly what you’re looking for, his excitement and passion to support you is really cute.

Focusing on smaller tasks is incredibly difficult. You strain yourself then get frustrated then give up. Seriously, that one piece of paperwork should take ten minutes tops to complete. But it ends up taking over two hours because you just can’t sit and do it. Whenever he notices you fussing at the table, he’ll sit down with you so you can go through the paperwork together. Having someone next to you is helpful. They keep you on track and guide the way through the long passages of words and seemingly confusing questions.

He's uneasy when it comes to any sexual sensitivities. It takes him a while to be ready for sex in general, but if you’re hypersensitive, it’ll take him a hell of a lot longer. He’s so scared of hurting you, especially since his fingers are more like claws and his teeth are sharp. He tries his damnedest to be gentle because he’s always scared that he’ll overstimulate you to the point you’re crying. Your sexual relationship will start with oral and fingering, plateauing at that for a while until he convinces himself he won’t hurt you.

Kayama Nemuri

Thoughts that bubble up and instantly spout from your mouth are common. Half the time you don’t even realize you spoke. Nemuri will be a little miffed if you keep interrupting her. She doesn’t want to forget her train of thought. She knows you have difficulty controlling it but she would appreciate it if you let her finish her sentence so she can fully listen to and understand yours.

Fidgeting and squirming don’t annoy her. She’s a Hero and a teacher. She’s become desensitized to all sorts of restlessness. Though she is in the same boat as Aizawa in that, if you’re a clicker or tapper, she’ll ask if you could find something else to fidget with. But she won’t snap at you as he may. She has a serious soft spot for her partner and rarely raises her voice.

However, those times when your anger gets sparked because your lotion bottle broke or you thought you had more of your favorite chips and you lash out when she asks what’s wrong, she’ll get defensive from time to time and might snap back. It depends on how long her day was and how tired/stressed she is. Most of the time she can reel herself back, realizing you’re not angry at her. But if she had a hard day, her retort comes quickly and sharply. It’s enough to make you pause, recognizing how you reacted to her simple question. When you apologize, she will too, wanting to make up as soon as possible.

Her quirk is quite convenient for overstimulation. If you give your consent, she can emit a tiny amount of her aroma to relax you. If you need serious instant relief, she can put you to sleep. But she won’t rely on her quirk every single time. She doesn’t like completely knocking you out. Any self-soothing techniques you use, she’ll read about and work out ways she can provide you with what you need.

Nemuri will have to change her outlook on sex a little bit. She’s very dominant, loves being the active partner, and dips (more than a little) into sadism. But she’s experienced. She’s aware her kinks aren’t always liked. Before you’re ever intimate, she’ll sit down with you to set clear and defined boundaries about what you can take. If pain is something you can’t handle or just don’t want, she’s fine without it. Her love for you is more important than her kinks. 

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GLOWING IN THE DARK #2 | The Punisher - Billy Russo

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Author’s Note: First of all: I am so sorry this part took so long (and it is very underwhelming as it’s just a few scenes of Y/N’s life on the base (all involving Billy - and I’m not sure if I got his character right in this one)). I tried to make it one longer coherent chapter, but I needed these scenes to be able to proceed to the more important parts of the story. Hope you guys don’t mind. I hope the next few installments will appear faster and will get better again. But for now, thank you for reading and enjoy!

word count:  ~ 2.7k

summary: Becoming Billy’s friend is weird - if whatever relationship you have is even considered a friendship.

warnings: //

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You felt it – whatever or whoever it was – before you even heard or saw anything. 

As a Marine, you had undergone different kinds of training modules and boot camps and this wasn’t your first tour either. Your job before getting promoted to helicopter gunner had been to try and get in and out of places without raising any suspicion or getting in the way of the others that were fighting while you got the intel. Inevitably, however, sooner or later you had to fight your way out of wherever the hell you were as well.

It had heightened your senses, which made it almost impossible for you to have a good night's rest. The smallest change in the atmosphere or the slightest sound sent you straight to overdrive. No heavy eyelids, no blurry mind - just wide-awake and alert.

Of course, this wasn't the case with everyone though. After missions with the Blackbird crew, you’d seen Garth and Dane fall asleep as soon as their heads hit their pillows and nothing could wake them up after that. You even had some conversations with Frank about it whenever you stayed over at the Castles during your military leave. 

You’d call the day you were able to fall asleep within the first ten minutes of getting into bed and stay asleep for the whole night a miracle. That is why your eyes opened wide and your body went rigid as you blinked desperately and tried to adapt your vision to the darkness. Or at least find the smallest shimmer of light. Obviously, you had no such luck. After all, it was somewhere around the early hours of the morning and it was pitch-black in the tent. 

Your hand automatically went for the gun under your pillow, only to end up empty, and it took you a millisecond to realize that you weren’t in your cot in the tent you shared with Garth and Dane, but rather in the infirmary where weapons weren’t allowed. 

You decided to do the next best thing. You used your body.

In a swift movement and without much hesitation you grabbed the thing - a person as you came to realize in that very moment - in front of you and used the momentum to turn both of you around, pinning him (as you still were the only woman on the base) down on the bed, straddling his waist and pressing your upper arm on what you expected to be his throat.

A soft chuckle resounded through the tent. In the next second, you were blinking against the white lights that illuminated the infirmary, realising that you were holding Billy in a tight grip. And worse, straddling him. 

As your senses were still on a high (heart beating fast and body frozen) you were unable to do anything else other than stare shocked at Billy.

“Gotta admit Frankie boy, you trained her well,” Billy smirked up at you, his hands going to your waist to support you a little bit and take the weight of your injured foot.

“Na,” Frank shook his head, “All that was already there. I just showed her how to properly use and manage her strengths. Reminded her of who she once was.” Frank approached you both from his place beside the entrance and gently pulled you away from Billy, who started to massage his neck as he slowly stood up.

Billy chuckled at that. “A clumsy girl?”

“Hey! Watch it or I beat your ass-”

“Again… was that what you wanted to say? Do I have to remind you that you didn't beat my ass last time? That's why I told you that there are less violent ways for you to see my backside.”

You had soon realized that flirting truly was Billy’s defence mechanism, just as Frank had said. And humour. Whenever something turned uncomfortable for him he either turned on his charms or tried to alleviate the situation by making some stupid remark.

You had also realized that Billy had been right. You were terribly out of shape. Everything had hurt the day after the game, but you had guessed it might also have had something to do with the fact that two grown-up men literally tackled you to the ground the day before.

So you had gone to Frank, because, obviously, you couldn’t give Billy the satisfaction (or more time with you) and had asked him to give you some training lessons. A little refresher of your earlier days. 

“Okay… What would you do if I did this to you?” Frank asked while cornering you against a wall and trapping you between it and his body, putting his hands on either side of your head.

“Really Frank. Are we really going to look at Self-Defense 101? I’m weak right now, not stupid. I remember the training.”

“Well, show me then.”

Sighing you looked him straight in the eyes as you punched your straight fingers into his ribcage under his left armpit, causing him to withdraw his left arm entirely. Then you punched your fist into his left rib cage that was now open to you, pushing him slightly away from you before punching his chin and knocking your head against his.

Tumbling a few steps back Frank caught himself quickly and grabbed you, hugging you from behind as you had already turned around to move away. “Not so quickly.”

“Do you really want me to give you a concussion?” you groaned, leaning closer into him and knocked your head back into his.

With a grunt, and while trying to regain his footing after stabilizing you due to the additional weight you put into his arms, Frank loosened his arms around you and you went for his right knee. 

Ducking down fast and sliding your hands down his leg to his foot you pulled it up before Frank could regain his balance, throwing him to the ground behind you. You quickly turned around and sat triumphantly on his stomach. 

“Satisfied?”

“It’s a beginning.”

“That’s enough Bill.” Frank's deep voice brought you back to the present. “She might be a little clumsy sometimes, but it’s clear that you can’t say anything against her senses.”

“Hey! Whose side are you on?”

“Kid, let’s be honest. I saw you tripping over nothing but thin air yesterday, somehow managing to injure your foot while doing that. And then you proceeded to fall face-first to the ground.” Frank said as he moved you to another unoccupied bed. Thank god you were the only one in the infirmary right now. Scoffing you rolled your eyes. 

“The ground wanted a hug! Not my problem you’re a heartless guy. Ever thought about the fact that it might not want to just be trampled on? And anyway,” you added after a short pause, “you heard them yesterday after you insisted on bringing me here. I’m fine! Just a misstep, nothing a good night's rest with limited movement wouldn’t fix… which well, is kind of the opposite of what you two just did.”

“Ah well, sorry ‘bout that. Colonel Schoonover wants to go over some strategic movements first thing in the morning. Thought you might want to get caught up with the most important details first.”

“Oh. I see. And both of you were needed to bring me a, and I quote, ‘clumsy girl’ up to date?”

“Oh no. I’m sure Billy, who very enthusiastically volunteered, will do that just fine. I just followed to make sure you don't kill each other. You are welcome by the way.” 

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After that, you weren’t sure if you were actually becoming friends with Billy (because you didn’t actually need to ‘up your friend game’) or just accustomed to him because he was always there whenever you were doing something with Frank.

Granted, there were times when it was just you and Billy (and multiple other Marines). Like that one time when you were waiting for the showers to turn purple (a term the base had coined to show that it was your time to use the facilities without having to check your surroundings for possible men to appear and take a shower with you.... they had realized how bad it had sounded the moment they had said it to you.)

You had been waiting in front of the facility as there was still around 10 minutes before they would turn purple and Billy had decided to keep you company by starting to annoy you (you couldn't believe how incredibly childish he could be - he gave you wet willies!)

Nevertheless, you had grown close enough to him to tell him about your time as a foot soldier and how you had a knack for repairing stuff, especially cars and aeroplanes thanks to your father. That he had been a military mechanic and that, after your mother had died when you were a baby, he had taken you with him whenever he had to move or do something for the military. That you had practically grown up on military bases and that joining wasn’t even a question, it was the only valid option in your life. And that one day the Marines had asked you to join their new helicopter crew and you couldn't say no, as you had wanted to feel closer to your father who had died a few years prior.

You had also talked about how you never met in New York (or about how Frank skillfully managed to keep you both apart) and about the fact that you guys have the same call sign (well, he and your helicopter). 

That was apparently enough for Frank to give you the “I know I said, I know Maria said, but do not fall in love with him”-speech one night while you were sitting on Billy’s bed, enjoying some alone time with Frank after some hectic weeks of training and strategy meetings.

“Don’t worry,” you had said and patted his back, “you know that my heart belongs to the sky. And, well, to Pete.”

Little did you know that Billy had just entered the tent when you said that.

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"- hell Y/L/N!”

“It was my pleasure. But you know, maybe next time you could just thank me, one might think you don’t have any manners.”

“You could have died out there!"

"It was a test run Garth. If anything, we would have died together. Also, here I was thinking taking risks is your life motto. I mean, isn’t your name practically Gar-'With some good food I can conquer everything?'-field?"

"With good food, you can conquer everything… and everyone," he winked at you, “because even though the saying goes 'The way to a man's heart goes through his stomach' this applies to women and everybody else as well!"

You laughed and clapped his back as you pushed aside the plastic tarpaulin and let him pass you before leaving the tent as well. 

"Sounds like you gotta invite me for dinner sometime, as soon as we're stateside again!"

"Sounds like it!"

Remembering that you had to get something from your cot you turned around to get it, but stopped in your movement when you caught a glimpse of Billy, his fist tightly shut and his eyes glaring after Garth. Realizing that you were watching him, he turned around and stomped over to his own tent.

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This repeated itself on multiple occasions. You talking to a fellow Marine or crew member and Billy seeing it and getting angry. Sometimes you realized it, sometimes you didn’t. Like the time in front of the dining tent. 

One of the Marines, you didn’t even know his name, had waved you over to give you a piece of mail that had found its way to him instead of you (apparently your names were similar enough to confuse the guy who had distributed them), apologizing for opening it already. 

You had just shaken your head, saying it wasn’t his fault and had turned the envelope around, causing a beautiful ring hanging on a thin necklace to fall into your hands. Smiling at it while suppressing some tears that were threatening to leave your eyes you had looked up at him. “I doubt you would be caught wearing this anyway.”

Of course, your luck had it for Billy to see him giving you the envelope and the necklace and to disappear through another entrance into the mess hall before he was able to hear you thank the guy for bringing you the envelope.

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And then there was that time when you were pretty sure that Billy had become more to you. You weren’t sure what exactly, but more.

A Skype call for you had come through during the day, which Billy who had just passed by, accepted and told the man on the other side of the screen to wait while he got you. Sticking around he had to admit that he felt a little green now that he knew that not only Frank but even you had someone waiting for them when they came back. He wasn’t near enough to hear what was being said, but near enough to see you touch the computer before the connection ended and see you starting to cry terribly after that and rushing away, making Billy think the guy just broke up with you.

Frank had found you shortly afterwards (after Billy had gone to him to tell him what had happened, not being a very touchy-feely guy but thinking you might want someone around). He had talked to you, asked what had happened and you had repeated yourself, telling him that “my heart belongs to the sky now. Everybody I ever loved has left me, even though I am the one risking my life every day.”

Frank had just hugged you closer telling you that wasn't true. That he, Maria and the kids would always be there for you, that you wouldn’t be able to get rid of them now, no matter how hard you tried.

You didn’t know how long you had been sitting there, but then Billy had entered the tent, telling Frank that Maria was asking for a Skype call and Frank requested for Billy to stay with you. 

You both had stayed quiet for some time except for your sniffles and hiccups that came from you crying earlier.

“You shouldn’t be crying. You have more than enough men falling on their knees for you.”

Confused you had lifted your head to look at him through teary eyes. “What?” “You shouldn’t be crying because of Pete. I heard Garth inviting you on a dinner date as soon as you’re both on leave again and saw the Marine in Frank’s squad giving you the neck-”

You had started to laugh at that. “Wait what? Please don’t tell me that you’re jealous!” 

“No! Just… just annoyed I guess. I get called ‘Billy the Beaut’ and get called out on my shit and… and then you come along and you’re allowed to dance on all of our noses?” 

You had snorted, wiping your nose on your T-Shirt sleeve. “Welcome to the world of a woman. As normally it's the other way around. Doesn't feel nice, right?” You had chuckled sarcastically. “Anyway, who’s Pete?” 

“Who’s… Who’s Pete? Your boy-, well, your now ex-boyfriend? The guy who just broke up with you over Skype?” 

Being reminded of that Skype call had hurt you, but you had laughed anyway. His stupid conclusions and obvious obliviousness had helped you think of other things. “I might have kissed a Pete once, but I might have lost the memo that he was my boyfriend because as far as I know, I never had one.” 

“But the man-” 

“Was my cousin's doctor and now close friend due to the time we had to spend together.” 

“But you told Frank something about your heart and Pete. Wait, was?”

Of course, he had heard that. “Pete's another name for our bird. Yes, our callsign is Blackbird, but the guys call him Pete and I guess it stuck. And yes, was. He just called me to tell me that my cousin died of cancer. No… please. I don’t need your condolences. I’ve been around death for quite a while. It feels almost normal already.”

“It shouldn’t.”

“I know… but what can I do? I cried and now I have to stand up and make sure that we don’t meet too quickly again, that's what she would want.” 

After that you both had sat there, quiet again, shoulder against shoulder, staring at the green plastic of the tent. Never realising that Billy, however unpleasant that situation might've been for him, never searched for a way out of it.

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The Old Guard- Andy x Reader (F/F)

Guess who’s back and betta than evaaa? I’m so sorry it took me almost 2 whole ass months to post the 3rd chapter. With school starting up again, the part of uni I work at got fuckin hectic. Luckily that part of my life has settled a bit (for now), and now it’s time to get back on track in other parts of my life...writing being one of them. Enjoy!

Chapter 2

Chapter 3 – Help us (I think I’m sticking to 3rd-person POV-- 2,975 word count)

Darkness engulfs (y/n) as she enters the house, only able to see and follow the light from her flashlight. Her suit is weighing heavily on her body, her helmet obstructing her vision but protecting her all the same. She does her best to get out as quickly as possible, the SCBA tank only allowing for at least 30 minutes to get in, do her job, and get out. Some of (y/n)’s team are trying to extinguish the fire that just won’t let up, and the rest of them have been sent in to get people out. (Y/n) sees there’s a basement door in the kitchen. She radios in to her team that she’s going down. She can hear screams. Girls crying out for help. The further down into the basement she goes the darker it becomes. This is where the fire started. She reaches the bottom of the stairs and can hear the screams even louder now. Her flashlight shines on another door. That’s where they are. (Y/n) tries to calmly yet quickly get the door latches unlocked with her bolt cutters. Their screams are getting louder. They know they’re being saved. Before she can get the door open there’s an explosion behind her, knocking (y/n) forward…

She awakes with a start, having almost rolled off the bed. Her heart is racing, blood running cold through your body, left side of her torso throbbing with pain. (Y/n) is damp with sweat, soaking through her shirt. She searches for her lamp, but then remembers she’s not at home. She then reaches for a candle and lighter, flinching slightly at the sight of the flame.

It was just a dream.

…But it really wasn’t. It’s a memory that not even sleep can help her escape from. Before she can focus too much on what she did wrong, and what she could’ve done better, she hears a light tapping at the door. Her breathing hitches in her throat, but then releases itself when she realize it’s Nile, the light from the main room illuminating (y/n)’s—no, not her room—the guest room, probably. Not at all decorated or welcoming. It looks like a room used for storage, not being meant for personal use.

Nile whispers, “Hey, are you okay? I thought I heard crying.”

“Yeah, I’m fine, Nile. Thank you. Just a….bad dream.”

“You have those often?”

“Yeah, too often.”

“You’re not the most peaceful of sleepers then, huh? As an ex-Marine I know how that feels.”

“An ex-Marine?”

Nile stammers, “Oh, yeah, uh I was in for a few years before I got injured, and was uhmm discharged.” She tries to hold eye contact, but then looks away after a beat. (Y/n) feels like she overstepped a line she didn’t know existed.

“Oh…I’m sorry.”

“Nah, it’s okay. It was for the best, I’m sure. Maybe. I don’t know. Soooo....can I ask what you dream about?”

(y/n) sighs, “Before moving here to England I used to be a firefighter back home. We had been called out to the scene of a possible trafficking house the feds had been keeping an eye on. It had caught fire rather quickly, so we had to move just as fast, if not faster.”

(Y/n) looks down at her hands that she didn’t realize were clenched into fists. She inhales slowly so as not to cause more pain to her diaphragm, and on a shuddery exhale (y/n) releases the tension in her hands and shoulders. Fuck, my body hurts.

“I had gone down to the basement where I heard the screaming of young women and girls…kids…” A lump forms in her throat she tries to swallow down before continuing, “I was so close to getting them out, but then something went off behind me, knocking me forward. It felt like I was being tackled by a large animal or something, knocking me out cold. My dream usually ends there.”

“What happened after? In real life, I mean.”

“My team was able to get me out of there, the girls weren’t so lucky. The next thing I remember is waking up in a hospital bed about a week later. I quit shortly after when I heard the traffickers who had the girls in the house weren’t caught. I felt like I owed it to them to keep future girls from being victimized like that. I followed them here to England, but the trail ran cold about a month ago. I’ve been teaching self-defense classes to women, young girls, and non-binary kids since I’ve arrived here to be of use and pass the time, maybe make some money…oh shit, speaking of, where’s my phone? I need to contact my classes and cancel.” (Y/n) starts patting down her pockets and aimlessly checking the sheets and under pillows for her phone.

“Oh, uhm…I don’t remember you having a phone on you when we brought you. Maybe it fell out at the building?”

“Fuck. Well, I’ll contact them tomorrow when I leave from here.”

“Leave? No, you shouldn’t leave. You should stay until you’re healed up.”

“I don’t think your friends want me around for too long. I was gonna suggest I go to a hospital, but looks like you know your way around a bandage and sutures.” She says, examining her wound.

“Yeah, well, it helps to know those things out in the field. Anyway, please stay. We insist. And I’ll help you contact your class tomorrow. In the meantime, you should really get some rest. You look like shit.” She says the last part half-heartedly and with a smirk.

“Aw gee thanks, jerk”, (y/n) chuckles.

Nile starts to exit the room before (y/n) stops her. “Hey, Nile? I mean it, thank you.”

She smiles and nods before closing the door behind her. (Y/n) falls asleep as soon as her head hits the pillow and she closes her eyes, her body welcoming rest once again.

Nile makes her way up the stairs to her bedroom that she’s sharing with Andy since Andy gave (y/n) her room to recover in. That downstairs bedroom and couch in the livingroom give her easy access to the front and back doors in case something is amiss. It takes Andy too long to get settled, not used to resting in a room so far away from where possible intruders can enter. She starts to roll out of her makeshift bed to head downstairs, but Nile makes her way into the room, stopping Andy dead in her tracks.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She asks, hands on her hips.

“I can’t sleep in here, Nile. I’m sorry. I have to go downstairs and keep watch.”

“No, you don’t. Nicky and Joe agreed to take turns staying awake tonight. You need to learn how to relax. You can’t heal yourself the way we can anymore, so you need to give your body some time to rest so you don’t burn out. We’ve been over this! Any less sleep and you’ll look as exhausted as (Y/N). Jesus! You’re like a stubborn old person, too set in their w—“, before she can finish her reprimanding rant a pillow smacks her square in the face, earning a laugh from Andy, pleased that she caught Nile off guard.

“That’s not funny”, she says throwing the pillow back in Andy’s direction.

“Well, if it’s not funny then why am I still laughing?” Andy says between giggle fits. It’s becoming a common occurrence to see Andy like this. Lighthearted laughs and jokes that the guys said hadn’t ever happened this often, not in a long while, so Nile smiles and lets her have her moment before she has to dampen the mood.

“(Y/N) asked for her phone.” Andy stops laughing and instinctively reaches for the phone that lays in her coat pocket.  “She teaches a self-defense class and needs to cancel for the next few days, maybe even weeks.”

“What did you tell her?”

“That I don’t remember seeing a phone when we brought her here and that she probably dropped it at the building…She doesn’t know who or what we are, so why are you keeping it?”

“You can never be too careful, Nile. She can’t just update people on where she is and expect people not to look for her. She might not know who we are, but we need to limit her access to the outside, at least for now.” This earns her an incredulous look from Nile. “Just trust me, okay?”

“Alright, boss. Now, can you please lay back down and get some sleep?” Nile asks as she gets into her bed.

It takes Andy a while to get settled, but when she finally does she can’t seem to manage to quiet her racing thoughts.

“I can hear you thinking, Andy! What is it?”

“You said if I didn’t get sleep I’d look as exhausted as (Y/N). What did you mean by that? Was she awake when you went downstairs to lock up?”

“Uhh, yeah. She was having a nightmare about something that happened when she was a firefighter. Just before she moved here her team was sent out to a burning building, turns out that was a trafficking holding house, possibly run by the same people who run the one we raided last night. But that’s just me putting two and two together. She said her trail ran cold, so she’s been keeping busy with her classes.”

“How much does she know?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t think to ask. She looked so tired and sad, I just needed to get out of her hair so she could rest. Now, sleep!” Nile tosses a pillow at Andy’s head this time.

Andy turned on to her side so Nile wouldn’t see her still awake. I should pick (Y/N)’s brain on what she knows about those people who set that house on fire. Maybe she can help us.

(Y/N) slept through the rest of the following day, not giving Andy time to ask her what she knows, but, instead, giving Andy time to talk to Nile, Joe, and Nicky about (Y/N) and if they think she’d be willing to help.

“She’s come this far to find out who hurt, and continues to hurt, those girls. I’m sure this will give her more purpose to continue on her journey”, Joe speaks up from behind his cup of coffee.

“Should we have Copley do some digging on her? Just to see where she comes from, and maybe find any paper trails to where she’s been following those disgusting human beings through?”, Nicky says as he makes his way back to the dining table, pulling a seat from across Joe and next to Andy.

“I contacted him earlier, he’s on it. He said he’d get back to us by the end of the day. Should be hearing from him any moment now.” Andy turns her head to look at her bedroom door. Still no movement. They’ve done multiple checks on (Y/N) throughout the day. Each time they were either met with groans, signaling them to go away, or with light snoring. With drool lightly dribbling from her mouth, she’s obviously getting the kind of rest Nile wishes Andy would allow herself to get. I’ll rest when I’m dead. Reminding herself and the team that she is on borrowed time, and she doesn’t want to waste whatever time she has left worrying about menial things like resting. Though (Y/N) makes it look so comfortable.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone look so peaceful while sleeping.

She’s shaken from her thoughts as Nile scoots out of her chair to stand. “Well, I’m off to bed.”

“We’ll head in for the night as well.” Joe says, getting up and wrapping his arm around Nicky and then rubbing the middle of his back.

“Goodnight, boss” they call out in unison as they head up the stairs.

“Night.”

It’s maybe about 45 minutes after the rest of the team has gone up to bed, and a couple of glasses of vodka later, that Andy receives a message from Copley with several attachments of what he found on (Y/N).

Here’s all I could find. Hope this will suffice.

Got it. She quickly types in response. She’s curious to open the files, but it’s getting late and she wants to look at this new information with the team. She double, triple checks and locks the doors, and makes sure the windows are all securely latched. She and Nile would be taking turns watching over the house, and she has first watch. She turns off all the lights, except for a lamp in the kitchen, and makes her way upstairs to grab a few things to hold her over for the next few hours. She isn’t upstairs for more than 5 minutes when she hears a door open and close, some carefully placed footsteps, and another door squeaking open before being lightly shut. Barefoot, Andy quickly and quietly grabs her labrys from its case, shoves a gun in her pants, and swiftly makes her way downstairs and out the front door.

She stops suddenly when she realizes it’s (Y/N) walking down the driveway. She runs over to her, fearing she might be in trouble. (Y/N) turns around in shock and almost screams, but grabs at her left side and hisses in pain, having twisted her body around too quickly.

Short of grabbing her arm, Andy quietly yet sternly asks, “Where the hell do you think you’re going? It’s dark out! You could get hurt! Do you not have any sense to just stay put?”

(Y/N) all but ignores Andy and turns back towards the driveway to continue walking.

Andy walks past (Y/N) and stands in front of her. “Hey, I’m talking to you! You’re not going anywhere until we know you’re okay!”

Trying in vain to push past Andy, (Y/N) replies, “I said I’d be gone as soon as I’m feeling better, and obviously I’m feeling a lot better, so if you don’t mind—.”

Andy scoffs and puts herself back in (Y/N)’s way and gently pokes at her upper left side just over her ribs, causing (Y/N) to wince and hiss in pain. “Yeah, obviously.”

“What the hell?!” (Y/N) grits through her teeth. “Do you treat everyone you help like this?”

“No, just the stubborn ones I believe have the ability to help us in return.”

(Y/N) squints at Andy incredulously, “Help you with what?”

“Help us find the guys who burned down that house with all those girls stuck inside.”

(Y/N) stands stock still and dumbfounded. “How do you know that?”

“Nile told us about your nightmares. I also had someone do some digging on you, so I’m sure those files will tell me the same thing.”

“You had someone ‘do some digging’ on me?! You guys are crazy! Now, please MOVE!”

(Y/N) shoves her hand against Andy’s shoulder and tries again to maneuver around her, using Andy’s height against her to juke her out. It almost works, but Andy is too quick to turn around and put her leg in front of (Y/N)’s leg to trip her and hook her arms around (Y/N)’s waste to keep her from falling forward. (Y/N) groans in pain and frustration as she places a heavy heel on Andy’s bare foot. With her heel still digging into Andy’s foot, (Y/N) leans her body back and shoves her hands up into the small space between her body and Andy’s arms. With a grunt she pushes her arms out, freeing herself from Andy’s grip as Andy falls backwards. Pleased with herself, (Y/N) quickly limps away from Andy, all the while Andy is on the ground smiling, trying not to laugh at the sorry sight in front of her. She gets up and half jogs up to (Y/N), catching up with her in just a few strides. To add insult to injury, Andy keeps a steady walking pace next to (Y/N), who has broken out into a sweat.

“So…where are we going?” Andy asks, trying not to laugh at how (Y/N)’s brows furrow with frustration.

(Y/N) responds with a roll of her eyes and a huff before pleading, “Please just go away and let me leave.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, (Y/N). We need your help and you clearly need ours. Please just come back to the house and get some rest…Do you even know where you are?”

“No idea.”

“Then how do you know where you’re going or if you’re going in the right direction?”

“I don’t, but if I keep walking I’ll get somewhere away from you guys.”

Andy picks up her pace and places herself in front of (Y/N) again, this time placing her hands on (Y/N)’s shoulders and meeting her (e/c) eyes. “Please. Help us find those girls.”

That’s all it takes for (Y/N) to give in. She puffs air out of her mouth and looks down at their feet. She notices a small bruise forming on Andy’s foot where her heel pressed down just a moment ago, a few scrapes marking her own. She feels a pull in her stomach, an obligation to those girls who needed her and a new obligation to the girls who still need her. She feels pressure building behind her eyes, her vision blurring, and her bottom lip slightly quivering. Fuck.

When she finally looks up her eyes are glossed over with unshed tears. Now’s not the time. She clears her throat and swallows hard. “Okay”, she finally whispers. And with that she turns around and walks back towards the house with Andy following close behind. They walk in silence until they reach the door. As (Y/N) reaches for the door handle, Andy places her hand over (Y/N)’s. Their eyes meet again as Andy whispers, “Thank you.” (Y/N) nods her head slightly before entering the house.

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Self-Defense - Johnny Lawrence Imagine Part 2

Summary: After getting jumped the other night, Johnny spends the day with you in hopes of making you feel better, instead, making you feel more like a damsel in distress. Meanhwile, you finish the day off with a moment of vulnerability while Johnny gets into a situation of his own.

The morning after the incident, you awoke in Johnny’s bed. The sun peeked through the shades behind his bed, his blonde locks glimmered in the rays. You rested your head back on his tummy. The movement gently shook his chest. He inhaled deeply, tilting his head down slightly to see you resting in the same spot you feel asleep in. He smiled, head resting back on the pillow. He caressed your hair, watching your shoulder relax.

“Good morning.” He smiled, voice gravily.

Your fingers were playing with the end of his shirt, the cut on your fingertip brought back the memory of last night.

Johnny’s finger poked at your head, a smile sneaked its way across your face. You slowly moved your head just enough for Johnny to see your eyes.

“Hey? Why are you ignoring my good morning wish, I don’t hand those out to just anyone.” He joked, stroking your bruised cheek carefully.

“Good morning.” You mumbled into his tummy.

He gave you a sympathetic smile and shifted his weight so you couldn’t hide your face anymore.

“C’mere.” He tugged you up closer to him.

You leaned on your elbow and faced him, eyes on his bed sheets, picking at the lint.

He lifted your chin, “Hey, you okay?”

You nodded.

He could tell something was wrong but sensed you wouldn’t be opening up about it quite yet. He hated to see you like this, hurt, physically and emotionally. If he could give you everything you wished for he would.

“Well how bout’ some breakfast?”

Your eyebrow furrowed, “You’re gonna make breakfast?”

He scoffed, “Yeah I’m gonna make breakfast. You don’t like my cookin princess?” He teased, poking your side. You let out a giggle. His cooking wasn’t gourmet, but it wasn’t terrible either. Nor did he cook very often, which is why you were so surprised.

***

Johnny had ended up making scrambled eggs with toast and fresh-cut oranges. Meanwhile, you were fixing yourself up in the bathroom, brushing your teeth and showering. You wiped the mirror, scanning your face. You definitely looked better than you did last night, but still not great. The cut on your forehead wasn't too bad as blood had stopped gushing out of it. The scratches on your cheek from hitting the pavement were starting to heel, but the cut on your lip and the big bruise on your cheek were still humiliating to look at. You threw Johnny’s Zebra shirt back on, none of his pants fit you so you kept your underwear on for bottoms, you were positive he wouldn’t mind. You walked out to the kitchen where he was scooping eggs onto a plate. You couldn’t help but smile.

“Ooo. I like that.” He referred to your “outfit,” glancing over at you and making his way to the stove. You walked over to the table and eyed the picture perfect breakfast he had served. You pulled back the chair - Johnny had quickly snuck his arm under yours and gave you a gentle squeeze, kissing the top of your head.

“Beautiful.” He whispered, removing his arm and making his way to the chair beside you. You loved the little intimate moments like this, but you just couldn’t help but still feel embarrassed about last night, not to mention how terrible you felt you looked.

The two of you had ate breakfast in peace, enjoying every bite of food in the company of the other. You happened to glance at the clock on the stove. It was two o’clock in the afternoon, both of you had woken up late, with good reason however.

“Babe, don’t you have to start getting ready?” You asked, swishing the eggs around in your mouth.

“Nah I’m taking the day off.” He said, grouping his eggs together before attacking them with his fork.

“Why?”

“What do you mean why?”

“Cuz’ I wanted to spend time with my girl.” He winked at you. You smiled and continued eating. Part of you was flattered, but the other part felt like a baby. Of course you enjoyed his company and yes it made you feel better with him around, but if you had just been able to protect yourself, maybe you wouldn’t be such a burden, you thought.

***

The two of you had spent the remainder of the day watching some 80s hit films till you decided it was time to head home. He invited you to stay, and when you declined he asked if you wanted him to stay at your place tonight, even if it was just till you fell asleep, but you declined that offer as well. You would have accepted otherwise, had you not felt so much like a damsel in distress. You thanked him nonetheless, telling him that you just wanted to sit in the bath for a while and get some rest. He didn’t press on, walking you to your door and planting a kiss before leaving you. Even as he left, he still wondered what was going on in that head of yours. He respected your need for space, but he wished he could do something to make you feel better.

***

The ring of the door to the mini-mart sounded as Johnny swung it open. He went straight for the beers, digging into the back of the fridge. The door rang again, two men walking in. Johnny did a double-take, glancing at the men. He scanned them from head to toe. The men were purchasing two cartons of cigarettes and a pack of gum, handing their money to the clerk. Johnny’s hand balled into a fist, recognizing that both men seemed to fit the description of the men that jumped you, with the exception of their clothes. The men grabbed their change before leaving the store. Johnny placed his beer back, closing the door of the fridge before following the men outside.

Outside, the men had their trunk open, placing their bags in the back. Johnny managed to catch a glimpse of the belongings in the trunk and there it was - your purse. No doubt about it that it was yours - he had given you a Cobra Kai patch which you turned into a keychain, and there it was dangling in the thief's trunk.

The men were in mid-conversation when Johnny interrupted them.

“Hey assholes!” He said with a kick to the man’s face. The man dropped to the ground, the other was in a state of shock before he attempted to throw a punch which Johnny blocked.

It took a less than a minute for Johnny to knock these men out. He grabbed one of the men that remained conscious, pulling them up by the collar.

“You two jumped that woman last night? The one with the black purse?” He grunted

“No no man - I-”

“DON’T LIE TO ME ASSHOLE!!”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry - yes - we - we did - please man -”

“You stole her phone and her purse?!”

“Y-yes - it’s in the trunk.”

“Listen to me now asshole -” he shook the trembling man, “If you ever so much as cross the opposite side of the road as her, I will fucking kill you.” He hissed. 

“IS THAT UNDERSTOOD!?”

“Y-yes yes!”

“Good.” Johnny threw the man to the ground.

***

With your purse and phone in hand, Johnny knocked on your door. He heard fumbling on the other side, furrowing his brows at the commotion.

“Hi.” You hiccupped. It took one look at you for Johnny to understand that you’ve been drinking.

“C’mon - I mean, come in.” You sniffled, stumbling backwards towards the living room.

“You alright?” Johnny asked rhetorically, closing the door behind him. He spotted half an empty bottle of wine laying sideways on the floor. You weren’t much of a drinker, at least not compared to him, the most he’s ever seen you drink was about two beers max.

You nodded, grabbing your wine glass. Johnny placed your purse on the table. He walked over to you, placing a hand on your hip and the other over your glass.

“What do you say we put this down.” He said, slipping his fingers under yours, grabbing hold of the glass. You frowned, walking away from him. He placed the glass on the kitchen counter. He looked back at you to see you sitting on the couch, your head in your hands. He heard your faint whimpers. Johnny walked over to you, bending at the knees so he could look up at you.

He placed his hands on your knees, giving them a squeeze. “Baby, what’s going on?” His voice was sincere.

You sniffled and looked down at your boyfriend. Tears streamed down your face. “Look at me. I look like a fucking rag doll.” You cried again.

He rubbed the knee of his drunken sweetheart. “It doesn’t look so bad babe.” He said, referring to your scratched up, bruised face.

“You don’t think it’s that bad?! Are you looking at it?!”

“Hey, relax, do you know how many facial bruises I had? It makes you look badass.”

You shook your head. “I don’t wanna look badass - I wanna be badass.” You slurred.

He stifled a laugh. “Babe, you are a badass. You’re one of the most badass women I know.”

You shook your head again, eyes closed. “No I’m not - you’re lying.” You whimpered.

“Babe-”

“I’m soft - ” you interrupted with a sniffle, “I don’t want to be soft anymore. I want to be bloody knuckles and glass shards - I want people to be afraid of hurting me.”

He felt bad about finding this side of you humorous. “Well, maybe your boyfriend can help with that.”

You opened your eyes to look down at his mischievous smirk. “I’m not saying it’ll make the pain go away, but it’ll make you strong and confident, and I think it could make you feel better.”

You stared at him, looking in both eyes to see that he was serious. “You’re gonna teach me karate - Sensei?”

He chuckled at the nickname. “Yes ma’am.”

Stay tuned for Part 3 where Johnny teaches the reader karate 👀

Hope you enjoyed this one! 

(Also I am very proud of how well the gifs fit into the story, do you guys think the gifs add a good visual to the storyline? Would love to hear your thoughts!) 💕