#just stuff like that would be explained with slightly more filler

[crvida]

i think dead boy detectives would have really suited a longer season format

[asyastudieskorean]

05.17.2024 — 안녕하세요 여러분. 오늘 밤에 나는 한국어를 공부해요. 나는 너무 피곤해요, 하지만… 네.

오늘은 “~지요” 배웠어요.

Here’s a quick overview.

Adjective/verb + 지요 is like saying this is the case, isn’t it? It’s this, right?

In English, it’s like Isn’t…?/Aren’t…? and Don’t…/Doesn’t…?

It’s basically a way to ask a question that isn’t a question. 네???

We both (those talking) know this is the case (or most likely is). In asking if this is the case, we aren’t really asking, it’s more like we’re confirming or just stating what is already known.

Here’s a specific example. 사과 씨 and 오이 씨 are walking outside in the snow (눈).

사과 씨: 오늘은 날씨가 춥지요? (FYI 지요 can be pronounced 죠 all the same)

Ms. Apple: The weather’s cold today, isn’t it?

오이 씨*: 네, 추워요.

Mr. Cucumber: Yes, it’s cold.

*Just realized “오이 씨,” “Mr. Cucumber,” also sounds like “(it’s) delicious” in Japanese, lol).

So yes. It’s snowing. It’s below 30 degrees. Of course it’s cold. Everyone knows this and agrees with this. So even why ask? Well.

This becomes clearer when you think about someone asking, Is it cold (outside)?

This is different because it’s a literal question. The person doesn’t know the weather outside.

Ergo, ~지요(?) isn’t really a question inquiring for info.

For nouns, you’d use ~이지요 for consonant endings (“받침”), or ~지요 for vowels. Both can, again, be shortened to ~이죠(C)/~죠(V).

We also learned about present progressive form, i.e. verb+ ~ing, but let’s discuss that another time (or never, I don’t know).

Here is where the tangent begins folks. Run now while you have the chance. 🚨

In rhetoric (sorry, my English major is showing), we’d often use this sort of sentence not for agreeance(?) but to make a point or convince someone of something. A rhetorical device, as it were.

A politician trying to convince people to join their cause may tap into the people's fears by saying, “Don’t you want to have a better future for your children?” Will that politician actually improve childcare and the education system? Did their whole prior speech have anything to do with children? Who knows, but odds are that line had an effect on the people.

You can think of being rhetorical as speaking with an intent different from what the thing you are saying is giving off. Anterior motives (good or bad). Sarcasm, sometimes. To a kid who’s a slacker and failing 3 classes, his mom might ask, “You’re not going to study?” She isn’t curious, she knows he won’t study. She’s actually saying, “Study right now, or else.” This is like a very basic concept of rhetoric. I don’t remember the serious stuff. I’m also an over-explainer because I have teen siblings who constantly ask for homework help. Bear with me.

Think about if you want your friend to go with you to a party, but they’re tired and have an essay to write. However, you know they’re a sucker for costume parties, and this so happens to be a costume party, so you ask, “You like wearing costumes, right?” You know she's passionate about costumes. Here, you’re trying to convince her to go in a slightly subliminal way. These are, of course, all context-based. Read that line without this context, and you'd think it’s a real question. This is a persuasive device because you aren’t badgering them to go for no reason; you’re pointing out the benefit it has for them without explicitly showing it’s actually all for you (you don’t want to go alone).

Now I am not 100% sure if it’d be used as a rhetorical device in Korean, though. This is what I’m wondering.

Basically, the lecture defined this grammar point as, “When the speaker wants to confirm with the listener to obtain the listeners agreement about something that’s already known.”

I think in English, these sorts of confirmations happen largely in meaningless or filler conversations without a purpose. Like when you talk about the weather. “It’s pretty hot today, isn’t it?” would get the answer “Yeah it is” or “I know right?” There’s not really any value or real communication happening here, it’s just like we are existing together and acknowledging that we are, lol. Or! Or maybe this too could be subliminally rhetorical, say, if you are purposefully creating this agreement situation so it is as if the two speaking have something in common or are like-minded (maybe you are on a first date and want to connect). Or maybe the conversation has gone stale, but for some reason, you want it to continue. Is this still rhetoric? Mmm. Anyways.

So this is a bit different from my lecture’s definition of this grammar point. My question is if this can be (or is in real life) used in cases like this, where it is meant to illicit a response that is not simply agreement, whether that’s convincing someone of something, obtaining information, etc.

Consider this:

Imagine you’ve stayed the night at your friends place and want coffee, but can’t quite remember where it is, but you’re pretty sure they have it, so you ask, 커피를 있지요? (Isn’t there coffee?) Here, there is intent beyond agreement. You don’t want to know if there is coffee, you don’t want them to rely “yep!,” you want to know WHERE the coffee is. On a subtext level, this might be a more polite way to ask for the coffee, too.

Or say you’ve walked into a 21+ bar and you see a classmate with their sister that’s only 19. You could then ask, “Aren’t you 19?” This is to, rhetorically, say, “You shouldn’t be here, so why are you?” You know their age, or at least you are almost certain they are under 21.

This is the definition of going down the rabbit hole and “it’s not that deep,” I know, lol. This is literally my stream of consciousness as I study at 12 AM. 🤡

Anyways, 오전 12시예요. 안녕~

[heartcal]

rejected ; c.h. (part vii)

summary:  he was just a silly little crush that you had in high school, and you were sure that after graduating, you would be over it. so why is your heart beating fast as he sits next to you in your first class on your first day of college? chapter summary: apologies probably won’t fix what was broken, but an opportunity presents itself in an interesting way. pairing: calum hood x reader (gender-neutral) genre: fluff, angst, classmates to friends to loves au, college au warning(s): mentions of past toxic relationship, mentions of how said-past relationship is affecting person, cursing (as usual) word count: 2.3k words

a/n: this took... so damn long. illness, writer's block, life, emotions -- writing did not stand a chance lol. but !! it's finally here, even though it can be looked at as a filler chapter, but still !! i believe there's about one or two parts left before it's officially over!! i hoped to finish this series during 2022 but uhhhh... yeah lol. i also did not get a calendar so wish me luck now onto serious stuff -- as usual, i am going to link the reddit post with links to donate to ukraine as the war is still raging. finally, if there are any mistakes, please let me know! enjoy, and happy new year!

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Calum knows Ashton’s worried. The nervous eyes that move around his face, the prominent frown lines that cover the absence of a friendly smile, and the tone of Ashton’s voice as he greets him—it’s very noticeable.

“Hey,” Calum greets back.

Ashton notes the dark circles around Calum’s eyes, the puffy eye bags, and the redness indicating he has not slept well. Calum holds his emotions in his eyes.

“What happened?” Ashton wastes no time, wanting to find out what exactly has his friend in this state.

Calum sighs, sitting on Ashton’s couch with his head in his hands. How does he break it down?

Recalling the scene from yesterday, he feels like bringing up your confession first, but he knows that’s not the main issue at hand. Rather the main issue is himself.

Not getting a response, Ashton pushes further, “You said you fucked up bad, again, so I’m assuming this involves—.”

“They told me they liked me,” Calum interrupts, voice strained as he breathes out. He digs his palms into his eyes trying to quell the frustrated tears, “and I said some awful things.”

“Awful…how?” Ashton holds his breath, staring at Calum’s hunched form.

“I—,” Calum groans, leaning back with his hands covering his face, “I basically threw our friendship in their face.”

Calum finds it hard to explain himself. Looking in from the outside, Calum could see himself as a cowardly selfish person; acting without a second thought, inconsiderate of how it would make others feel, all just to make themselves feel better. He took your concern and kindness, stomped on it repeatedly, and threw it in the trash. And to make it worse, you still had the guts to tell him you liked him. That was something he was not brave to do.

“You can’t be short with me, Cal,” Ashton scolds, observing Calum’s body language.

Calum moves his hands down his face, revealing his eyes—which were glossy and a slightly darker red than before—as he stares at the ceiling. He avoids Ashton’s stare because he knows it would have him spilling more than what he wants to let out, and he’s not quite ready for that. Not yet, at least.

“Sheila still has a hold on me,” Calum states, swallowing the bile rising in his throat, “she has a hold on me and I can’t let go.”

“Cal,” exasperation flows out of Ashton as he sits next to Calum, mirroring his position to stare at the ceiling, “Sheila was—is—a bad person. She had no regard for how she made people feel, always wanting to be the center of attention, and when she doesn’t get what she wants she becomes someone completely different. Worse.”

Ashton watches Calum shut his eyes, a tear slipping out before his eyes open again.

“Toxic and abusive relationships,” Ashton sighs, continuing, “it’s—they are hard to move on from. I get that. But I know you, Cal. You’re stronger than you think you are.”

Ashton knows that it’s a weak attempt to soothe Calum, but he recalls how well Calum kept it together throughout the last year of high school. Anyone who wasn’t privy to the relationship’s ups and downs would’ve thought that Calum never went through something like that. Those who knew, though, couldn’t understand how Calum can keep his head up, but at the same time were proud of him.

Calum’s eyes flutter shut again, nose flaring as a few more tears slip out.

“Throwing the box out from under your bed is a great start.”

Calum knows it is. He hates that he’s right (and he does not know how Ashton knew about that box), but it would be best to throw it out.

“I will,” he whispers, using the sleeves of his sweatshirt to wipe at the tears.

“Now,” Ashton readjusts in his seat, “tell me exactly what happened.”

Calum heaves out a sigh, letting a few beats of silence pass before starting from the very beginning.

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If there is one good thing to come out of this mess, it's that you finally gained enough confidence to confess how you feel to Calum.

Sure, it didn't go the way you wanted it to, rather you would have preferred if you were in a better mood instead of crying in front of him. Along with it being done under better circumstances, as well.

It seemed selfish; he was dealing with something and you had to drop the bomb on him like that. From an outside perspective, it would have been better to withhold that confession, but then again, having it bottled up for so long was not a good idea.

Instead of sitting in your room wallowing over what could’ve happened (for over a week at this point), Jessie forces you out of your sad bubble to visit a few shops to help them get started on their business.

You put up a fight, making up a plethora of excuses starting from illness to being tired. All of them were brushed off, eventually making you give up once clean clothes were being tossed to you.

Standing in the premium fabric section in a craft store, you tune out the sound of other patrons and the cheesy holiday music. Jessie doesn’t try to get your opinion on fabrics anymore, knowing you’ll continue to tune out every question asked.

Jess won’t lie; they didn’t think you had the guts to confess to Calum. When you called later that day to tell them what happened, Jessie thought it was just a late April Fool’s joke, or that they fell asleep early and were dreaming – you almost hung up since you thought the call dropped – but when Jess came to, they did what they could to console.

But now this was getting ridiculous.

“Hey,” Jess tosses a roll of lace to you, shaking you out of any self-deprecating thoughts you were having, “it’s not the end of the world.”

You sigh, “I know, but it was so embarrassing.”

“So?” Jess questions, taking the roll back and placing it on the shelf.

“So,” you continue, shifting the shopping basket to the other arm, “you didn’t see the way he looked at me after I told him how I feel. You didn’t see and feel the shift in emotions, how tense it got.”

Jessie gives you a look, the same one they give you when you start to sound like you’re making excuses. You hate that look.

“Listen to me,” Jessie places their basket down before facing you and doing the same with your basket. You nod once for them to continue, “I am going to be one hundred percent honest. On one hand, I’m proud you finally confessed. Honestly, it could’ve been handled better, and definitely during a different conversation. But you did it. However, on the other hand, that was not the best thing to do. How Calum handled it is both understandable and somewhat irrational, but he has his reasons. So don’t beat yourself up, because you’re not the only one feeling bad about the whole thing.”

You bite your tongue, knowing that, once again, Jess is right.

Jessie picks up both baskets, handing you yours before finishing, “You have every right to be upset. It’s not easy to get over that, but it’s time to move on and continue.”

You nod once again, letting Jessie’s words replay in your mind and settle.

It is time to move on. Dwelling over what could’ve been, over how it should have been handled, and going through different scenarios to think of how you could’ve fought back and hit Calum with equally hurtful words is completely useless.

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You have to give your professors props for not assigning any major work for the upcoming holiday break. A couple of essays, some reading, and some studying that you can cram before break ends – break will be mostly relaxing.

Except for the fact that your English professor announced a group project. It was a project that was supposed to be part of the final grade before the break, but it was decided to be a good way to start the new semester (and new year) as it allows for discussion with other students.

You found it to be dumb because it would have been better if the project was given at the start of the fall semester if your professor wanted people to talk to each other. But, English professors can be odd (at least your junior and senior year English teacher was).

It was decided that over break, every student will receive the email of the guidelines of the project, along with the names and emails of their partner or partners, as it was made clear with the handful of students not returning in the new year made the class count uneven. You can only hope you get one partner, and that they’re not Calum or Ashton.

Comically, life is a joke sometimes.

“Your professor must hate you,” Jessie wheezes into the phone, “it’s unfortunate as it’s hilarious.”

You roll your eyes, mixing in the final ingredients for the cookie dough after placing your phone down on the counter with the speaker on.

Jessie inhales deeply, “Oh, my god I’m so sorry.”

You hum sarcastically, not buying their apology. You stop mixing, placing both hands on the counter and shaking your head, “I seriously cannot believe it. Here I am, enjoying my holiday break and making holiday treats, and suddenly the email comes and I see the two names I did not want at all.”

“Luck’s on your side,” Jessie jokes before another laugh escapes, “it’s the universe’s way of telling you there’s still a chance.”

“No, Jess,” you resume mixing, “there were plenty of chances, and all of them were in vain.”

“At least give this a shot, maybe you and Calum can talk things out and Ashton can be the peacemaker, like a voice of reason.”

“I’m going to ask for a different set of partners—”

Jessie’s strict tone of your name cuts you off, “You’re being irrational.”

You sigh, knowing your request is going to be ignored by your professor. You can only guess that they were assigned to you since you spent time with Calum earlier in the year, but then again, your professor must have noticed the change.

“Just try this,” Jessie has calmed down, empathy taking over, “if you don’t want to give it another chance, then don’t! But if he apologizes and wants to try again, put your foot down. Tell him where you stand, and that you cannot go through what you went through again.”

You’re starting to wonder if fashion is Jessie’s strong suit, because all this advice and guidance they’ve given you is helping you open your eyes.

“Thank you, Jess.”

“You’re welcome,” you can hear their smile before a faint crash is heard on the line, “shit, I gotta go, baby cousin dropped something.”

“Good luck,” you laugh, prepping the cookie sheet with parchment paper.

“Thanks—you too. I’ll call you tomorrow!”

The call ends and you let out a sigh of relief, but it was short-lived when you see an email notification.

Nope.

Instead of checking the email, you go right for the cookie dough, rolling them into a ball and placing them on the pan. It keeps you occupied for close to twenty minutes, but once they’re in the oven, you’ll have to read the email.

Hey! I’m surprised the three of us are partners, but I’m excited about this project! Hope you guys enjoy the rest of your break, happy holidays!

Ashton signs off with his name and number, along with a smiley face.

As you struggle to compose a response, another email comes through.

I’m surprised too. Happy holidays.

Short and to the point, Calum’s response makes you nervous.

Neither of you properly reached out since that day, opting for avoiding one another in person and leaving the texts untouched. There were times when you wanted to check up on him, noticing his absence in a couple of classes and even on social media. But when you get those thoughts, you go back to the image of him in the park and the pain you felt when you left.

Sooner or later, one of you has to be the bigger person. One of you has to reach out to the other and talk, at least clear things up enough to the point where you can get through the project without problems, without the awkwardness and tension filling the air and ruining an important project.

One thing is for sure: a new year means a new slate. After a hellish couple of months, you make a New Year’s resolution to let go of your crush on Calum and move on.

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Calum enjoys the company of his family. Watching the younger kids of the family wander around the Christmas tree, eyeing the present piles never fails to bring a smile to his face. Watching the elders converse and gossip was also enjoyable (just not when they would ask him questions about life and school).

He can’t fully enjoy the festivities with the heavy, lingering thought in his mind, constantly knocking to get his attention. Were you enjoying your break? Were you relaxing? Did you need any help with homework? And most importantly, do you want to be partners with him for the group project?

He wasn’t expecting it, so he completely understands if you ask for different partners. It would hurt him, he admits, but he also does not want any problems occurring that could lead to a bad grade.

After talking with Ashton, Calum sees a bit clearer now. The box under his bed is still there, however, a lot of its contents have been tossed. The remaining items are the items he’s truly attached to.

He’s hoping the bonfire his family throws on New Year’s Eve will give him the chance to throw those items out. Burning them means they will be gone permanently, watching them turn to ashes, almost signaling acceptance and moving on.

Maybe then he’ll grow. He’ll move on, better himself, and fix any relationship he’s broken.

He can only hope you’re willing to accept his apology this time.

[bleachbleachbleach]

howdy howdy (: I was wondering, because I didn't see it in my (admittedly cursory) search, and wanted to know if you folks have insight or headcannons about the timelines of Isshin and Kaien, since the timelines of bleach hurt my head (affectionate). Like, who died/went MIA first, if they would have been captain/vice captain at the same time, etc. I wondered if Matsumoto might have been a VC for a least a brief time while Kaien was, too? Idk, I think it'd be cute if Rukia had a little Shiba Connection with squad 10. I just find the six degrees of separation in osul society very fun to think about haha. Maybe it was Kaien who first crashed on the squad 10 couch during fillers to hang w his uncle, idk! (or maybe they didn't know eachother at all. I don't remember if it was ever mentioned...)

I feel ya about the Bleach timelines making your head hurt. I try not to think about them too hard, because they don’t make sense. I’ve just accepted that Shiba stuff happened in the *hand wavy* past. And that’s all we really need to know for the Bleach that’s presented to us. However, it is an interesting exercise to see how the vagueness of the timeline(s) can work out in fanfic. I’ve seen people put Kaien’s death AFTER Isshin had already disappeared and that legit had never occurred to me. I also feel like even in the Gotei’s culture of not talking about anything, if Kaien had only died when Isshin went missing, which was relatively recently by Soul Society standards, more people might mention him in at least passing.

Personally, I’d always assumed that Kaien’s death happened relatively early in Rukia’s tenure in the 13th. Like, maybe 10-15yrs after Rukia started? Kaien had to spend all that time training her and whatnot, since she graduated early from the Academy and only had Kuchiki-Kumon for an education. He needed to give her all that applied on-the-job training! I recognize that if Kaien died that early on, it would be a long time for a division to go without a VC but I feel like Ukitake would do that, and he’d get away with it because he’s Ukitake. I also buy the idea of Rukia having to mourn this guy for double the time she knew him (if we’re assuming that it’s been 40 years since Rukia left the Academy and our story starts).

Also if Kaien died really early on in Rukia’s time with the Gotei 13, I think it would explain why she feels so isolated from everyone. She didn’t have any companionship for a long long time, since Kaien was her only friend. If he died recently I think she’d be slightly better adjusted LOL. There’s no way he wouldn’t have dragged her out to make friends in 30+ years of working together. I recognize there’s a deep irony of “if the death were MORE recent Rukia would be better adjusted in the canon timeline” but you know it’s true. Kaien just gives the impression of being someone who was very briefly really great for Rukia and then torn abruptly away.

Plus if Kiyone took Rukia to her first living world mission… lmao Kaien would have to have been so dead at that point.

Side note: I also kinda feel like Isshin and Kaien didn’t know each other that well. Like, they knew of each other as cousin-uncle-whatever but weren’t besties even though they both worked in the Gotei. I got the feeling that Isshin also wasn’t a captain for too long before he went MIA, so he was probably toiling in the numbered ranks while Kaien was a VC. Kaien was the Shiba golden boy after all! And no one talks about Isshin that way LOL. I do love the six degrees of separation in Soul Society though, so maybe there are more juicy connections to uncover.

[cocolacola]

Yes, hello i have news

So today i showed my friend hellsing. I love her so much but she is so annoyinh, i ask her "which one would you like to watch, the 2001 version or ultimate?" (Mind you i talked to her about both of them extensively, so its not like she didnt know what was the difference) then she tells me "idk which one would you want me to watch?" and already then im crawling on the ceiling, but i stay calm and ask her "well do you want style or action?" And then she still doesnt give me an answer and then i start the gonzo version bc i think that that is a good starting point bc i saw that before ultimate (i read the manga before it but gonzo left a bigger impression in me amyways) and then she has the nerve to say that its slow and doesnt make any sense and that so much is filler

Bestie YOU let me choose, yes it will not be explained who makes the artificial wampires, but Ultimate doesnt explain it either at the same point in the story and i think its far better to look at in the case of style and mood

Anyway her mom doesnt really want her to watch it bc - prepare yourself - Alucard is Integra's servant. Yeah in the story where vampires kill vampires and lunatic catholic priests are running around with meter long bayonets and killing anyone who he wants (mind you her moms boyfriend is catholic), and THAT is the problem? That Alucard is a servant? That the fucked up anime has fucked up stuff in it when the point is to BE fucked up?

AND, and (and) this is when my friend watches aot which is equally fucked up, if not more

Idk its weird

my full response below the cut!

hey bestie ^o^ well let's see gets out clipboard there's a few different factors to this...

if we're talking about quality, hellsing ultimate all the way. a lot of people like gonzo for nostalgia and characterization reasons but ultimate is simply the better option for a first-time/one-time-watch viewer. i will say though, if they think gonzo is slow then the ultimate finale is likely going to be a total drag.

when it comes to getting into the show in general? it's a slippery slope. hilariously enough, most of my irl hellsing friends (hi guys) found out about it through me and the conversation went a little like:

"please for the love of god dont watch this show guys" "we're gonna watch it anyways" "might as well rewatch it with yall..." "HOLY SHIT WE LOVE IT"

in my (slightly un-knowledgeable) opinion, i think if your friend has watched aot they can handle the themes of hellsing ultimate. however i have been meaning to compile a list of content warnings (mostly for my own rewatches and skipping over scenes that are just. straight up assault) anyway so if you guys need any of that i would be happy to pitch in. unfortunately there's not really a way to cut out-how do i dance around this-the antagonists of the show so if that's going to be an issue i'd say stick to gonzo.

tldr, id say ultimate (unless you need to avoid the factor above), but that's just my humble suggestion and im not gonna hold myself responsible for anything that happens next lmao. thanks for inquiring and i wish you and your friend well :)

[terezipyropescrocs]

other misc. thoughts

positives

imo the most true to their characterization (out of the party members) are def vex and percy and they're doing a good job with the development of their relationship

pike's reintegration into the storylines where ashley wasn't able to be there is organically done and it's nice to have more screentime with her. also woww pikelan is barely recognizable and i'm not complaining if still not really sold on it

also in general the way they've moved certain arcs around and reordered things is nice, a couple times i've been afraid that they skipped something only for it to happen at a different point than i expected which is refreshing.

the whole briarwoods arc was Really well adapted, and the bonus scenes with delilah and silas were *chef's kiss*

everything about anna ripley's design, voice, and characterization is literally flawless and i'm gay

actually almost everyone looks and sounds absolutely spot on, though i still think it would have been inherently more hilarious to have everyone besides vox machina voiced by matt

gilmore, kima, allura, cassandra and kaylee my beloveds….

the scenery is absolutely gorgeous, i love the designs of all the locations

thordak's voice is epic and makes up for his lack of personality (which was already absent in the campaign so points for faithfulness to the original ghsjgfghdhg)

noticed a few of the male npcs were changed to women and not to be biased but i am in fact now 1000% more invested in their characters (though minor quibble, lightkeeper yennen's voice actress (gina torres!!) should have been cast as raishon you can't change my mind)

negatives

i feel like grog is also pretty badly flanderized, like... he IS honestly pretty smart just not in the more conventional sense and he has more complex relationships with the other party members than just being besties with pike

still bitter about the episode where the party gets split and while half of them are dealing with serious stuff in the feywild, grog gets carried around by pike and scanlan in some of the most pointless and unfunny filler i've ever had to sit through

cannot and will not forgive what they did with jarett 😩 (if you're going to change 99% of what makes a character who they are maybe just... make a new character)

would it be too much to maybe... let vox machina have friends? as in, plural? because it feels like most of theirs have been retconned into either disliking them or into straight up strangers

as i told my brother "it kind of feels like if someone took a slightly above average kid's cartoon and made it R rated." like sure there's a lot of adult content but for the most part nothing about the themes strike me as particularly mature or nuanced, especially when compared to the original or even... actual kid's cartoons. which i'm really not trying to disparage as that IS the main kind of show that i watch, it's just kind of hard to explain what i mean without rambling on more than i'm willing to in this post... anyway not saying it's bad just they could have used their freedom as show aimed at adults more effectively

[inmegsmind]

'Falling' - Regulus Black x Original Female Character (Part 12)

Description: Sometimes the most unexpected friendships become the ones that mean the most. This was true for Lilia Arianwen Llewellyn and Regulus Black. A pureblood Slytherin from a noble family and a half-blood Gryffindor who's wizard father fell for a muggle. After maintaining a secret friendship from their third year which began to fade at the end of their fifth year, the pairs return to Hogwarts for their penultimate year will change their lives forever.

Warnings: Discussion of the war and slight mentions of death.

(This is sort of a filler chapter so apologies if it's a bit boring, hoping to get the next few chapters out over the weekend. Also sorry if this was longer than what people had wanted, I had the idea and I've sort of gone wild and drawn it out because to get where I want it to be there was a lot to tell)

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The days that led up to Christmas were always full of joy and excitement. My dad would always joke about how for my mother, being a muggle, Christmas was the only time she could feel proper magic. It was a time she came to life, decorating our home, constantly baking goods and waltzing around like a Christmas fairy.

Coming back home for the holidays was refreshing. My time at Hogwarts this term had felt like a complete whirl wind and the constant whispers of the war and the Order meetings made my nerves bad. Being at home felt like an escape from the chaos of the wizarding world. My dad didn't like to talk about the conflict that was brewing in front of my mam because he knew she would get worked up and become fearful despite not fully understanding. It wasn't her war to worry about.

My Christmas Eve had been spent cleaning our home and helping with preparations for tomorrows celebrations. I'd made sure to make my room spotless just in case Regulus managed to find an excuse and come. He hadn't left my mind since I'd returned. I wondered what he was doing, how he was feeling, what he was thinking about. He consumed my mind and it felt overwhelming to be completely cut off from him. As I collapsed on to my freshly made bedding, exhausted from my hard work, there was a light patter on my bedroom door. 'Come innnn' I called out and raised my head curiously to see my dad skulk inside, shutting the door behind him.

He'd gotten to look older over the little months I'd been away. The golden tan he'd bloomed over the summer months had faded away which only accentuated the dark maroon bags that lay beneath his eyes. Strands of grey were now more prominent through his once honey hair and beard. The political conflict had taken years off his life and it broke my heart to see it. A silence drowned the room as my eyes followed him on his small journey over to join me on my bed.

'Your mothers gone out to run some errands so I thought now would be the best time to talk' He began, his voice still quiet as if he was scared of being heard. I sat up on the bed, leaning back against my headboard as my legs extended down my bed. 'How's things at school been?' the concern in his voice was crystal clear and I began to explain to my dad the stuff I'd left out when my mam had asked me when I first got back.

'It's been pretty tough, theres a clear divide between both sides. The Slytherins have been ruthless, I ended up getting in a fight with one girl because they were harassing my friend Lily who's a muggleborn' I admitted to him and I heard him let out a sigh and shake his head. 'I've told you about getting yourself in trouble, we need to lay low' he scolded me and I hung my head, slightly embarrassed and regretting my actions.

'I know, sorry dad' I apologised and he extended his arm around me to pull me into a much needed hug before I continued 'thankfully Dumbledore was there though and he didn't punish me, he actually invited me to join the Order' I explained proudly as I looked up at him smiling. Confusion took over my pride as I watched my dads face contort in uncertainty as he asked 'Join the Order? what even is that?'

'Oh its like a group he's organised of students, only the ones he believes are ready or advanced enough of course, we have regular meetings to keep updated with the war and train so we're ready for when we need to fight'

When I had finished my explanation I watched as my dads expression changed from shock to anger to absolute horror.

'Train you to fight? You cannot be serious, you're 17 for Merlins sake' My dad exclaimed, the anger seeping throughout each word and I raised an eyebrow as he retracted back from our embrace.

'Well yeah, we need to be ready to step up when the time comes, Dumbledore needs us' I defended only to be met with a more intense look of horror.

'Lilia, you are only a child' I scoffed and rolled my eyes, 'It will be my last year next year dad, I'm one of the best in my classes and I'm not a little girl, I'm not a child' I protested and it was almost comical my behaviour paradoxes my statement as I sat with my arms crossed and lips pouted. He let out a sigh and thought for a few seconds before continuing.

'I have no doubt in my mind that you are a brilliant witch my dear, nor do I have any doubts that you would not be a great asset in the war. However, you are 17, you haven't had the chance to live and experience life to the full yet. Dumbledore doesn't need his students, he needs experienced wizards and witches to help defeat them. I know he's a great wizard and I support him fully in this war but I'm not going to let you, my only daughter, become a child solider in a war'

My dads words were drowned in sadness and concern as he reached out to take my hand. I looked up to him at a loss for words, not having thought of the situation from a parents point of view up until now. I thought of us all fighting the war together, in Hogwarts Dumbledore had made us feel like adults and that we were ready for the challenged ahead, but after hearing my dad say that I wasn't so sure anymore.

'I know you want to do whats right, thats what me and your mam always raised you to do, that's why we've invited Regulus to spend Christmas with us. You can do things that will effect the war and help us win without having to risk your precious life'

-

Christmas Eve is a night usually filled with excitement and hope. After my earlier conversation with my father, mine was filled with anything but that. All Christmas cheer had quickly evaporated

I lay in bed, my room dimly lit by the huge lava lamp located in the corner. My head was swimming with different thoughts, all steaming from my fathers words. When I thought of the war from his point of view I completely understood his horror when he'd heard I'd been recruited for the Order. It was essentially like signing up to join the army.

I couldn't help but think of Regulus and how quickly I'd judged him for joining the Dark Lords side. Admittedly, me joining the Order was nowhere near as awful as that, but I'd preached so much about him being manipulated to join the wrong side when in reality neither of us should be signing up to fight for anyone. We were still too young to be involved with stuff like this.

My mind then travelled to Dumbledore and I didn't know what to think or believe. He was probably one of the greatest wizards of all time, there was no way anyone could argue with that. But there was this little part of me that was beginning to grow a resentment towards him. My dad was right, there were plenty of adult wizards and witches with years of experience and knowledge that would carry him far further in the war than the group of students he'd recruited this year at Hogwarts. I'd always believed he was kind and that he had our best intentions at heart always but now I couldn't help but question his morals. It didn't feel right for him to use the admiration and respect that we had for him to get us to sign our life away, believing we would make the difference in the war. Realistically, we were just pieces of a puzzle, small parts that he needed at his disposal.

As I slowly drifted off into sleep my mind returned to thought about Regulus. I so desperately wanted him to turn up tomorrow. This would be our first proper chance of spending time together without the lingering fear of getting discovered. Here we could enjoy each others company openly and freely. Something that we should have always been able to do.

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Sweet Escape: Chapter Seven

Poe Dameron x Reader

Warnings: banterous flirting that may or may not crack your teeth, slight injury, alcohol, and OSCAR FUCKIN ISAAC

A/N: Honestly this is a bit of a filler, but I was having too much fun writing Poe and her's interactions that I simply couldn't stop. I didn't want to have such a large chapter, so I stuck with this little filler just for funzies. They do be getting closer doe....

Find the Masterpost here

Word Count - 2.5k

Chapter Seven: Blush

The first feeling upon gaining consciousness was ouch. Even opening your eyes made your muscles throb. The slow realisation that you were in the base’s med-bay, lying in a bed, came to you in waves. First, you let out an internal groan. Then, you let out an actual groan, as you tried to hoist yourself up to a sitting position.

Your body objected, rushing your limbs with an aching sort of pain that felt like you’d been training for 48 straight hours, but nevertheless you managed to sit up. The bay was quiet and collected, like a library, and only a few beds were actually occupied.

You felt her before you even saw her—Leia strolled round the corner then, eyes fixing upon you instantly. She gave you immediate comfort, despite your internal bruising and the anxiety that had started to bubble within your gut when you thought about what you’d just done.

The cat was out of the hypothetical bag. Your Force abilities weren’t just known now; you’d given the base an entire fucking demonstration. Brilliant.

“That was quite a show,” Leia said as she approached your bedside. You gave her a tired and half-hearted smile. “Thank you,” she added, and the seriousness in her voice was apparent. You nodded at her in response, not yet knowing what you could even say.

There was a silence that radiated from her—an intelligent and knowing quiet that told you all you needed to know; if you hadn’t of done what you did, many would have died. The base would have been all but destroyed.

“Are you okay?” she asked then, trickling her kind words over you softly.

“I feel like I’ve been punched all over my body, repeatedly,” you let out. A small scoff burst from her lips.

“I understand. The Force takes a lot out of you,”

“You could say that again,” you replied, testing out the movement of your arms. You stretched them out slowly, and your elbows clicked noisily. “Is everyone okay?”

“Some are more shaken up than others, but everyone’s just fine. Thanks to you,” Leia said, raising her brows at you in understanding. “Dameron’s waiting outside,” she added, causing you to whip your gaze to her suddenly. You let out a groan in pain as you brought a hand to rest on your stiff neck.

“Dameron?” you winced. Leia only nodded.

“I’ve never seen him be so proactive. He carried you here after you collapsed,”

You looked to your lap, overcome by a feeling half-way between wanting to vomit, and wanting to smile. Sure, you’d just revealed your gift and saved the damn Resistance, but you’d fainted afterwards—embarrassment wasn’t something that you dealt with well, as much as you shouldn’t have cared.

“Great,” you whispered to yourself. Leia let out another comforting chuckle, before placing a reassuring and gentle hand on your shoulder. You looked at her then, not even trying to cover up the absolute fear and anxiety on your face. Leia could feel your Force; she would have known your true feelings even if you had the strength to try and hide it from your expression.

“Shall I tell him to come back later?” she asked, but you were already shaking your head.

“No, no. He can see me,” the confidence in your tone was more prominent than you’d expected it to be, but maybe it was because it was him. It wasn’t Heidi or Lynx, who, as much as you liked them, were still closed books. Poe, though—

You already shared a room. What was one more?

Leia left after giving you a small nod. You took the few seconds it took her to leave the med-bay to mentally prepare yourself. You needed a nap, or ten naps, and you needed to keep it together. You’d never used your Force this way, nor had you been expecting to. The entire situation was a lot to take in.

But everyone was fine. You were fine. And that’s all that mattered.

Poe bound in before you could even slide yourself up the bed to lean against the wall. The first thing you noted about him was his expression; it wasn’t what you’d been expecting. His eyes were wide, his brow dotted with sweat, his shoulders hunched and tense and rigid. Maker forbid, the pilot was scared.

He grabbed a chair on his way over and sat down on it immediately, tucking himself in next to your bed as you fumbled with sitting.

“I’m fine, Dameron,” you said, as an involuntary chuckle escaped your lips.

“You sure?” he questioned, just double-checking. You nodded at him firmly, and then he visibly relaxed. He let out a large sigh of relief, leaning back in his chair and wiping his forehead with the sleeve of his jacket. “Had us worried there,”

“Had you worried,” you replied, shooting him a smile. It felt good.

“Hey, you’re the one that blacked the fuck out,” he let out, and you bit on your tongue as a wave of anxiety rushed through your gut. Dameron’s demeanour changed then, as an understanding settled onto his face. “Why didn’t you tell me you could use the Force?”

You swallowed uncomfortably, knowing that he’d obviously have questions. “Don’t take it personally. I haven’t told anyone before,”

“Why?” he repeated, looking at you with those big pretty boy eyes and delving deep into your damn soul. You didn’t realise just how hard it would be, being put in this position, but it was your own doing. You’d chosen to act.

“It was always easier to keep it a secret, okay? I wasn’t planning to ever use it in front of any of you, but—,” the breath hitched in the back of your throat as the image of the hurtling TIE hit your mind.

“The TIE followed Green-Two through hyperspace. It got hit and entered the atmosphere,” Poe explained. “They didn’t have time to realise what was happening and destroy it from the sky,”

“Yeah,” you replied, feeling overexposed and vulnerable and all of the feelings that you hated.

Your brain pelted thoughts at you then, as you tried to keep it together. It told you that everyone would look at you differently, even though you were all fighting for the same thing. It told you that you’d only become the brunt of another joke, that everything you despised about cadet life like this would be all-encompassing.

It told you that pilots would look at you like you had an unfair advantage; like you didn’t work to become as skilled as you were. It told you that Poe would think the same.

You fiddled with your fingers as Poe’s stare stayed glue to the side of your face. You didn’t want him to see that you were almost trembling, so you sucked it up. You forced yourself to perk up, to put on a blunt face, to ignore how close to screaming you were.

“I understand if you choose to take me off Black squadron,” you said plainly. Poe’s expression changed quicker than you could blink.

“Why the hell would I take you off my squad?” he replied. His squad.

“Unfair advantage and all that shit. Like I cheated or something,” you replied. Poe shifted in his chair and clenched his jaw.

“Did you use the Force on rank day?” he asked plainly. You immediately furrowed your brows at him, slightly angry.

“Fuck no. I don’t use it when piloting. I never usually use it—,”

“Then why the fuck would you take you off my squad, Ten?” he repeated, sterner this time. You let his words sink through your skin as you focused on calming your raging emotions. You were torn between kicking a wall, throwing a chair or crying on the floor like a baby. All three options sounded appealing to you.

“Even if you did use the Force to fly, I wouldn’t change your rank,” he added. “You’re a fucking good pilot. That shit can’t be learned just because you possess the Force. Unfair advantage my ass, Ten,”

The blush crept into your cheeks before you had the chance to look away. Poe’s lips curled into a small smirk—his most punchable expression. You had to speak away the tension before it consumed you.

“Can you go back to teasing me or horrendously hitting on me, now? All this mushy stuff is insufferable. It’s not like I fucking died,” you let out, trying to subvert his gaze away from your blotched cheeks. This was the second time the pilot had made you blush today—you didn’t want it to become a fucking daily occurrence.

You froze when Poe’s fingers reached out and touched your face. Your stare was upon him in an instant, watching the gentle way his eyes looked from cheek to cheek.

“I call you a good pilot once and you start blushing, huh?” he said lowly, sensually.

He was doing it on fucking purpose.

The redness of your face immediately elevated, but you’d grabbed his wrist and twisted his arm within seconds of taking in his words. He yelped in pain as you twisted his arm over the bed, causing him to stand from the chair and lean forward as you jerked him painfully.

That’s when you grabbed him by the collar, pulling his face close to your own and shooting him with a stare that only communicated one thing—death.

“If you want to keep this pretty boy face then I suggest you tread carefully, Dameron,” you said unapologetically, ignoring the pain in your limbs. Poe started to relax more now that your grip wasn’t on his arm. Hell, maybe he fucking enjoyed being threatened this way, because the smirk didn’t wipe off of his face at all.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re hot when you’re angry?” he said it as clear as day with no hesitation.

You dropped him immediately, causing his upper body to whack onto the mattress and spring back into his chair. He fell back into the chair and almost twisted onto the floor, but he regained his balance as chuckles fell from his lips boyishly. “Hey, you asked for this,” he said, raising his arms defensively at the unamused look on your face.

You pinched the bridge of your nose quickly, clamping your eyes shut as the hammering heartbeat beneath your ribs all but consumed you. “You—you—,”

“I really rile you up, don’t I?” Poe cut you off, crossing his arms smugly as you started to calm down slightly. You composed yourself as best as you could, not removing your angry stare from his pretty boy face. He thrived off of this, that much was certain. But it was true—you had just asked for it.

You just hadn’t expected reacting this way when your guards weren’t all the way up. There was something about being here with Poe, alone, after knowing that he’d been the one to place you on this bed himself, that hit you harder than you’d ever fucking admit.

These weeks hadn’t exactly been easy; being in the Resistance was literally the hardest job in the galaxy; but Poe had been a constant that you were only now realising. He was there when you went to bed, he was there when you woke up. His smug face was there whenever the subject of sex arose, or whenever he was ready to push your buttons, but his anger and rage was there whenever someone crossed you, as well.

Maker, it was almost like he cared.

And you weren’t used to that. You weren’t used to that at all.

Apparently, all of your thoughts had just made themselves known through your face, as Poe let out a soft scoff, eating up your expression.

“I’ll take that as a yes. What can I say? There’s no one like me,” he spoke so easily, so happily and upbeat. You could tell he was just trying to tease you more, but he was right.

“There is no one like you,” you repeated his words, jaw clenched. It wasn’t a compliment, and he knew that.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Poe said, waving his hand in the air. He leaned forward then, perking a brow at you questioningly, overly confident to the point that you were almost jealous of how open he was. “Does this mean there’s a tiny, minuscule, microscopic part of you that actually likes me?”

You rolled your eyes immediately, as you began to twist your legs to dangle over the side of the mattress. You placed your feet on the floor gently, applying pressure to them to see if you could stand.

Poe stood quickly, pushing back the chair as he got out of your way. You stood, leaning against the bed for subtle support, but other than the aches and internal bruises in your muscles, you were just fine.

“Don’t hold your breath, Dameron,” you said, as you started to stroll towards the med-bay exit. Dameron was at your side, cautiously staying close while also somehow keeping his distance. He was hyper-vigilant to make sure you weren’t about to fall.

When you both reached the door, Poe gently took hold of your forearm. All prior playfulness was gone from his face. “Thank you, for stopping the TIE. A crash like that... it would have ruined us,” he said sincerely.

“We’re all fighting for the same thing,” you replied. “I’m glad I could be of service,”

He smiled at you genuinely, and you couldn’t stop the warm feeling in your gut from spreading all over your body. As much as he teased and toyed and you had this back and forth; somewhere between hatred and likeness and flirting and fighting; you were both fighting the same war, performing the same jobs, living the same life.

He nodded once, before the two of you made your way down the corridor slowly. He stayed at your pace, not complaining as you got used to your creaky and stiff limbs or winced at the way your body pulsed with every step.

“So, no chance of a beer tonight, then?” he spoke up, perking a brow at you. You perked one back at him as an unexpected smirk curled onto your lips.

“I exposed my Force abilities, moved a crashing TIE with my mind and blacked the fuck out today. I think I’ll take a fucking beer,” you said. Poe chuckled to himself and you couldn’t help it when you joined him.

Slowly, he brought his arm to wrap around your shoulders. He shoved you into his chest playfully, just once, before gently pushing you back and removing his grip from you. “That’s what I wanted to hear,”

You and Dameron headed for the dorm together, shoulders often swiping against each other. Tension still hovered in the air, but it was as if both of you were slowly getting used to it. Maybe that was something that should have been scary to you, but when your Force wrapped itself around Poe when you both entered your dorm, exposing the gentle and fond way he was thinking of you—

All you felt was peace.

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I know this chapter is a bit short, but when I tell you big these are coming then please believe me.... get ready. <3

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haikyuu!! boys when you come out to them as bisexual  🏳️‍🌈

characters: yamaguchi, tsukishima & kenma

part two!!

tw// fem!reader, fluff, coming out, 

Tadashi Yamaguchi

ok so hot-take but i think yamaguchi is straight

(or maybe bi but with a heavy preference for females)

but rn he identifies as straight 

but like..he’s so supportive of the lgbtq+ community

like tsukishima gives off ‘gay but homophobic’ energy

but yamaguchi has ‘straight but a strong ally’ energy

and this is hugely bc while tsukishima fell down the alt-right pipeline, yamaguchi was going through that ‘women 😍🤩💕’  phase which i think every WLW has went through at one point

like while tsukishima was watching ‘sjw get rekt compliation #125′ , yamaguchi was watching those heart-wrenching lgbtq+ short films on youtube 

and on tiktok his fyp was probably originally cottagecore (bc it’s his ideal lifestyle ofc) and somehow he is now kinda on sapphic cottagecore tiktok 

like not to fetishize them or anything, just bc he’s awed by how in love they are and that’s kinda what he wants for himself

(also he uses them as date inspo for you and him DFBZVAYUL)

anyway this was just my lengthened explanation as to why - unbeknownst to you or anyone - he was an ally to the lgbtq+ community (if not apart of it)

you didn’t really expect him to be disgusted or unsupportive of it tbh - i mean, it’s tadashi ffs! 💞 you know he’d never break up with you or judge you for something like that, but that didn’t stop you from being slightly nervous

but he was ten times more nervous when you texted him, asking for him to meet you by the local park’s fountain bc you had something important to tell him

mans thought you were dying ngl

he almost burst out crying on the walk to the park bc he imagined a whole scenario where he was sitting next to your fkn death-bed 

but you seemed healthy enough so his next assumption was that you were going to break-up with him

so when he approached you by the water fountain and you noticed that his eyes were glossy and his hair was damp with sweat, you were quite worried for him now

‘tadashi! are you okay?! your eyes are all puffy and red! do you have hay fever?’

yamaguchi rapidly shook his head, hastily escorting you to a nearby park bench so you could sit down beside him, ‘it’s nothing; what is it that you want to tell me?’

‘oh’ you choked, quickly averting your gaze from his kind, damp eyes. ‘it’s- um, i don’t-’ you cut yourself off, mentally cursing at yourself as you had practised what you were going to say to him hundreds of times before he arrived yet you still couldn’t stammer it out

yamaguchi was hanging on each word you uttered, but once he noticed that you were struggling, he placed his hands upon yours and shot you a reassuring smile

you let out a sigh in hopes to relieve your nerves while rehearsing what you were gonna say one more time in your head before blurting it out,

‘babe, erm, i’ve been questioning for a while and i’ve concluded that i’m bi - as in bisexual; and i just thought i’d tell you bec--’

you genuinely thought that you might have to explain to yamaguchi what bisexual means so IMAGINE your surprise when he simply replies, ‘you’re bisexual? is that all you wanted to tell me?’ and once you hum in agreement, he lets out a heave of euphoric relief

‘(y/n), please don’t make fun of me but on the way here, i was almost gonna cry because i thought you were going to tell me something horrible.’ he clutched his chest, breathing heavily - usually he’d never admit to something like that but right now, he felt that it was appropriate

you snickered at his rather exaggerated actions, ‘awh, baby. i’m sorry.’ a pout formed on your lips as you soothingly rubbed his back.

yamaguchi rapidly shook his head before turning the tables and rubbing your back instead, ‘nonono, it’s fine! i’m fine!- and i’m glad you’re fine too.’ he stumbled, hastily placing a kiss on your cheek before whispering in your ear, ‘i’m so proud of you. congratulations!’

although you couldn’t see his face, you could tell from his light voice that he was beaming 

after that, he buried his nose into the crook of you neck and snaked his arms around your waist to pull you into a hug, which you both stayed in for a good 5 minutes

Kei Tsukishima

let’s be honest, tsukki’s definitely part of the lgbtq+ community but in deep denial

like if you ask him, he’s not even questioning his gender or sexuality, he’s just ✨straight ✨

so when you just randomly joked one day ‘oi, four-eyes, turn this shit off. she’s too much for my lil’ bi heart to handle.’ while y’all were watching a movie and you instinctively made an off-hand comment about how gorgeous the female lead was 

upon realising what you just said, you turned to him with the most awkward grin plastered on your face, ‘tsukki, i’m bisexual, by the way.’

‘no shit, sherlock.’ he hissed at your use of that little nickname 

you turned your head to look at him as you blinked rapidly, finally  mentally processing his response 

while he did the exact same thing simultaneously, dramatically turning his head to meet your gaze before muttering, ‘was that you coming out?’

your eyes widened as you realised, then nodded slowly

tsukishima smirked, shifting his attention back onto the movie, ‘congrats.’ he spoke in a mellow voice, a slight sense of amiability laced into his tone 

‘thanks-’

‘have you told your parents yet?’ he quirked a brow, his eyes remaining glued to the screen

you hesitated before shaking your head, ‘no.’ 

‘what about your friends?’

‘yeah, i came out to my friend group a few months ago - along with yamaguchi.’

tsukishima couldn’t help but frown at the fact you came out to yamaguchi before him but honestly, he couldn’t blame you - he was aware that his bitchy exterior probably discouraged you from telling him sooner, so he was just glad that you had the confidence to tell him eventually  

‘so how long have you known that you’re, like, y’know, bi?’  he inquired further

‘a while.’ you hummed, biting your bottom lip, internally so relieved that he wasn’t being too awkward or weird about it

‘good for you.’ he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, not a hint of sarcasm or irony detected in his voice for a change, ‘oh, and good luck with coming out to your parents’

‘thank you.’ you murmur, happily shifting your attention back onto the movie

 tsukishima honestly doesn’t mind/care tbh

like he’s supportive and will beat a bitch up if they don’t accept you - but in general, he thinks that it’s none of his business who you love

as long as it is him (ಥ _ ಥ) 

Kenma Kuzome

ok so fun story 

you were both chilling in his room on a saturday, he was playing on his nintendo switch as always and you were on your phone

you had been meaning to come out to him for a while now but every time you tried, it seemed as though something happened to prevent you from doing so 

for example, you tried to come out to him while y’all were chilling at the park but then a bunch of geese started terrorizing y’all and it completely ruined the mood

so you thought that now you were in his room - where there was less of an abundance of geese - it’d be a better time than any to just lift the burden that had been weighing on your chest

you were as nervous as any one would be but you kept on trying to reassure yourself that kenma would be supportive 

however, he had never discussed any lgbtq+ related issues with you so you had no idea where he stood with that sort of stuff but tbh, he doesn’t give off homophobic vibes 

after a while of staring at the wall and working up the courage, you finally spoke up, ‘hey, kenma. i think i might be bi.’

you mentally cursed at yourself as you didn’t ‘think’ that you are bi but rather you knew that you are bi, yet you felt the need to add that filler just in case things went sour

he perked up upon hearing this and turned to look at you, a small smile gracing his lips, ‘okay, that’s cool. congratulations.’ 

you couldn’t help but beam back at him, ‘thanks, babe.’ you almost whispered, gladly going back to whatever you were doing on your phone

honestly, you were happy to leave the interaction at that - i mean, his brief and calm response was satisfying beyond expected, as it was probably the least awkward way that could’ve possibly gone down

however, what happened next filled you with endless amounts of euphoria 

‘oh, and (y/n).’ kenma said to grab your attention, ‘i’m bisexual.’

you did a double-take 

your instincts told you to throw yourself into his arms and rave on about how proud you are that he had the courage to come out but after a moment of reflection, you had a better idea

‘okay, that’s cool. congratulations.’

kenma automatically pouted at how you used his own words against him when he was clearly expecting a hug, ‘(y/n)..’ he whined lowly, shifting his gaze back onto his game

but you were weak so ofc you pulled him into a hug as you both muttered sweet, reassuring things into each other’s ears

‘i love you so much, (y/n) no matter what.’

‘i know.’ you snickered.

‘bitch-’

‘i love you too. and i’m so proud of you for coming out - you’re so brave.’

‘aw, thanks. so are you, babe.’

‘i know’

kenma playfully nibbled at your neck for being such a clown during a sentimental moment

but anyway, you helped kenma come out so- yeah :))

[markosmate]

to the riptide

Pairing; Marko x Emerson!Reader

Summary; Moving to a different state with your younger brothers and mother just to live with your grandfather was hard enough, but falling in love with a vampire and then watching your brother do the same thing? Much different story.

Warnings; strong language

au:// This is part 3 y’all, super excited hehe, but another filler chapter, we get into the good stuff next chapter hehe

Part 2   -   Part 4

When Michael and I finally pulled up to the boardwalk, it was just as, if not more, crowded than the night before. People overfilled the walkways and were spilling out of all the bars and shops. I figured I wouldn’t want to stay here late tonight and judging by the look on Michael’s face neither would he. We separated after a few short moments and while he headed to the small stands in the middle of the pier, I headed off to the small punk shop that had caught my eye the night before.

It didn’t take me long to find, it was one of the first shops I saw across from the stairs leading down to the beach. I pushed the fabric covering the doorway to the side and made my way into the dimly lit place. Most of the clothing was black, and ripped, but that’s not what had caught my attention in the first place. All the jewelry in the glass counter had been why I’d come in here and within minutes I was at the register paying for a small necklace with a silver bat pendant hanging off the fabric chain.

“Bats, huh? Some fascination with them?” The girl was my age, but she was looking at me with narrowed eyes and a skeptical look crossing her face. She had a Wiccan symbol hanging from the chain around her neck, and the same symbol tattooed on her inner wrist.

I laughed and shook my head. “I thought it was pretty. It doesn’t have some weird deeper meaning, right?”

Her face softened and she shook her head, a small smile pulling at her lips. “No, you just never know with the characters running around this place. You’re probably new, you’d know what I was talking about if you weren’t new.” She rambled, switching the topic to explain the meanings of some of the crystals sitting in the locked case behind her when suddenly the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I turned my head to look out the glass window at the front of the shop and my eyes immediately locked onto hazel ones.

Marko. Marko, and his friends. He had already been watching me when I turned to look at him, and his three buddies from yesterday all flanked his side staring at exactly the same thing - me. One of them, blond hair with lots of volume, grinned widely and raised his hand in an extravagant wave. I smiled back shyly, still trying to piece together why they were all watching me, but before I could even lift my hand in a wave back the girl at the register interrupted me.

“Oh, no, babe. I wouldn’t if I were you.” I turned back to look at her and saw her shaking her head disapprovingly.

“Wouldn’t what?” I frowned.

“Try anything with those dudes. They’re bad news, girl. Bad fucking news. If I were you, I’d stay the hell away from them. Especially if they’ve pretended to take any liking to you. It’s just a cover up.” She didn’t explain any further, instead quickly finishing the bagging of the necklace and thrusted it towards me with my change following quickly afterwards. I didn’t bother bidding her a goodbye, instead just thanking her for my purchase and hurrying out of the front.

When I pushed the fabric back and stepped outside, the boys were nowhere in sight. Definitely not where they had been moments prior, and I couldn’t see them walking down the boardwalk in either direction. I sighed and shook my head, I shouldn’t be focusing on them. I warned myself the night prior about getting close to them and suddenly another person was telling me the same thing? It seemed like a warning that was clear as day but no matter what, I couldn’t get him off my mind.

I took the necklace out of the bag, trashing the wrapping in the closest garbage bin and quickly hooking it around my neck. I was so focused on getting the necklace successfully latched, I didn’t even realize I’d almost smashed directly into Michael. I stopped just in time and looked up to realize he was walking slightly behind, but still next to, the girl from last night. They both turned to me, and weirdly enough her eyes seemed to light up in recognition when she saw me. I’d never met her before, but she seemed almost relieved that I had joined wherever they were walking to.

I fell in step next to them and listened absentmindedly as Michael introduced himself. “Ah, Michael’s nice, I like Michael.” She laughed and he grinned along with her as if it was some joke I had missed out on.

“Wanna go get some food?” He asked her hopefully as the three of us neared where his bike had been parked.

She glanced towards me. She seemed to be speaking to me with her eyes, asking if I minded if they left and I stayed here. I shook my head quickly with a small smile, gesturing for her to go on. She smiled gently and turned to Michael. “Okay.” I moved out of the way of his bike and towards the wooden railing, but just as Star went to climb on the motorcycle behind my brother, a couple engines roared and we were suddenly surrounded.

My eyes flicked towards the sound, and immediately recognized who the source of the noise was.

[thisbeatchachinglikemoney]

Give It To Me

Part 5 of the Boys with Luv series

Pairing: Yoongi, Jimin and two other mystery guests x reader, Yoongi, Jimin and two other mystery guests x Yoongi, Jimin and two other mystery guests

Summary: Y/N realises that maybe Yoongi isn’t her only soulmate...

Warnings: Smut, swearing, dodgy writing by my overly tired ass

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AN: This is kind of a filler chapter, which I wrote while I was kind of tired, which is why the beginning is a bit strange, but the next chapter shit is going to go down! If any of you would like to be added to the taglist, just let me know and I will add you :)

Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Jimin POV:

Yoongi hyung unlocked the front door of his apartment and pushed open the door, allowing me to enter. I quickly took off my shoes and coat before moving into the living room, excitement rushing through my veins.

“Jagi?” Yoongi called as he joined me, seeing she was not there. He sat down on the sofa, pulling me down next to me. And that was when I saw her. She appeared from the kitchen, sipping some iced coffee.

“Oh, you’re back!” She said, moving towards us. She and I made eye contact and that’s when it happened. My vision was flooded with every shade of every colour of the rainbow. I gasped quietly, making Yoongi look at me in surprise.

“I can see colour.” I said quietly as she set her glass down on the coffee table and sat down on the other side of Yoongi. 

“How?” Yoongi asked, wrapping his arm around Y/N’s waist to hug her. 

“I just looked at Y/N and then, bam, colour!” I said, making Y/N frown in surprise.

“Is that possible?” She asked, looking at the two of us. She was so pretty. Her hair was a beautiful shade of Y/H/C, which accentuated her face perfectly and made her Y/E/C eyes pop.

“I don’t know.” Yoongi said, with a shrug. He picked up his phone and typed our question into the searchbar. He scrolled through some search results until he clicked on one. “Here we go.” He read, his eyebrows furrowing as he read. “Although it is extremely rare, it is possible for one person to have multiple soulmates. This is usually two soulmates, but the more there are, the rarer it becomes. It usually happens when the soulmates in question are extremely close with each other, however, this can be extremely hard to achieve.”

I looked between the two of them, a smile slowly making it’s way onto my face. “So we are all soulmates?”

“Seems like it.” Y/N smiled. 

“That’s cool, but Jimin, you know the rules, don’t you?” Yoongi said, looking at me carefully. I knew exactly what he was referring to. The rules that we had collectively made for subs. He was telling me that he was the main person in charge in the relationship, which I was fine with.

“Yes, hyung.” I nodded, making Y/N look between us in confusion. 

“What rules, oppa?” She asked, looking at Yoongi.

“I can tell you now, but it depends how comfortable you are with sex.” He said, looking at her, his eyes searching her face worriedly. I knew it was something to do with her ex, but seeing her now really made it hit home for me. How could someone do that to her? She looked at me carefully, silently speaking to Yoongi with her facial expressions. “He already knows about your ex, I told him on the way here, is that okay?”

“That’s fine, oppa. And I’m comfortable with it. I trust you, and I think I trust Jimin, so I’ll be fine to talk about it with you and maybe do stuff. That part I’m not too sure about.” She said, making us both nod. 

“Okay, princess, do you think you are a sub or a dom?” Yoongi asked, making her blink in surprise. I could tell she wasn’t really sure - she probably hadn’t been in a situation where that would have arisen.

“I-I don’t know.” She stuttered, looking between us. 

“Do you like being told what do during sex, or making people do what you want during sex?” I asked. As I spoke a look of understanding flushed across her face.

She blushed before she spoke. “I like being told what to do.” She said quietly. “Does that make me a sub?” I chuckled. She was so innocent, which I found cute.

“You’re so innocent jagiya.” Yoongi said, smiling his gummy smile. She whined and pouted, burying her face in his neck.

“Don’t embarrass her, hyung!” I said, rubbing her arm gently. “It’s okay that’s she’s innocent. I think it’s cute.”

“Thank you, Jimin.” She said, her voice muffled by Yoongi’s neck.

“Y/N, when were you born?” I asked. “If you don’t mind me asking.” I wanted to know whether or not she was older than me, so we could use the right honorifics. 

“I was born August 13th 1998.” Y/N replied. So she was younger than me.

“So I guess you have to call me oppa.” I said with a smirk, making her giggle.

“I guess I would have to call all of you oppa.” She corrected. “Although, that is if the others like me. Namjoon, Taehyung and Hoseok all appear to hate me. I don’t know about Seokjin and Jungkook.”

“Is that true, hyung?” I asked, looking at Yoongi. I really hoped this wasn’t true - how could they hate someone like Y/N? I hadn’t really properly met her yet, but she seemed sweet and kind and caring, especially if she could make Yoongi produce his gummy smile like that. 

“I think so. Taehyung and Namjoon were basically glaring at her while we were at the mall yesterday.” He replied. 

“That’s not right.” I frowned.

“I know.” Yoongi agreed. “It’s ridiculous, especially over something that no one can control.”

“That must have been why they didn’t want me to come over.” I theorised, making Yoongi nod and hum. Y/N opened her mouth to say something but she was interrupted by a knocking on the door.

“I’ll get it.” Yoongi said, standing up. “It’s the pizza guy, right?”

“Yeah. I already payed.” Y/N said. She turned to face me as Yoongi left the room. “So...” She trailed off, curling her feet up underneath her.

“Can I kiss you?” I blurted out, making her giggle and blush.

“You don’t have to ask.” She said, scooting across so she was closer to me. I leaned forward and connected our lips. She tasted of cherries and coffee. I pulled her onto my lap so she was straddling me, her small feet on either side of my legs. I deepened the kiss, her allowing me to put my tongue inside her mouth. I could feel how much she trusted me in the kiss. We pulled away for air, me taking her bottom lip between my teeth and pulling gently before letting go. She giggled and ran her fingers through my hair.

“It’s so soft.” She commented. “And really floppy.” She pushed some of it so it covered my eyes. I playfully growled at her, making her giggle. “Jiminie oppa?” She asked.

“Yeah, princess?” I replied, holding onto her waist.

“How did you and Yoongi and the rest of BTS become boyfriends?” She asked.

“Well, that’s a long story.” I said. “But it’s easier if Yoongi starts it because it was him and Taehyung that initiated the whole thing.” As I said this, a look of understanding and realisation flooded across her face. “What?”

“That’s why Taehyung hates me.” She said. “Because he thinks I’m taking Yoongi away from him.”

As she said this, I thought that this was maybe the reason. But I had never known Taehyung to be jealous. “Maybe, princess, maybe.” I pulled her against me and picked up the TV remote. “What shall we watch?” I asked, opening Yoongi’s Netflix, smiling when I saw she had added her name onto it. I clicked on her profile, smiling when I saw her continue watching, spotting she had been watching some Naruto. It made me think back to when Hoseok hyung and I sang the theme tune in one of the Run BTS episodes.

“Can we watch Inception?” She asked. 

“Of course princess.” I said, rubbing our noses together. I frowned when I realised that Yoongi hyung still wasn’t back with our food. “What’s taking Yoongi hyung so long?”

“I don’t know” She said softly, leaning against my chest. “Should we go and check on him?”

“Yoongi hyung? You okay?” I called in the direction of the front door.

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a second, okay babies.” Yoongi yelled back, making me frown slightly. It didn’t take anyone that long to take pizza from the delivery guy. But I ignored it.

“Okay, we’re starting the movie without you!” I yelled as Y/N got comfortable on my lap. “We’re watching Inception, by the way.” I began to type the name in the search bar when we heard multiple voices and footsteps coming from the front door. Y/N turned and frowned in confusion. “Who’s here with you, hyung?”

“Jin hyung and Kookie.” Yoongi replied as he came into the living room. Y/N’s mouth dropped open in surprise.

“Hello,” She said, standing up and bowing. Jin and Jungkook both bowed. They both froze as they straightened up, locking eyes with Y/N. 

“How is that possible?” Jin whispered as he slowly approached her. 

“How is what possible?” I asked, pulling Y/N back down onto my lap, making her yelp in surprise.

“I can see colours.” Jin said, kneeling down in front of Y/N. “Hey, sweetheart, I guess I’m also your soulmate.”

“And I guess me too, gorgeous.” Jungkook said, sitting down next to me and slinging his arm across my shoulder. She looked between the two and then at me.

“This is not going to end well.” She murmured. 

“What do you mean?” Jin asked as he sat down next to Jungkook, pulling him onto his lap. 

“Basically, it is quite possible that Taehyung, Namjoon and Hoseok all hate her.” Yoongi said as he came back, pizza balanced on top of a stack of plates. “And it is possible for someone to have multiple soulmates - it happens if the soulmates are all really close.” He explained briefly. He took out two slices of the pizza and handed them to Y/N on a plate. “Here you go princess.”

“Thank you oppa.” She said, taking the plate and resting it on her lap. “And it’s very likely that that hatred is going to get even more intense when they realise that the majority of their boyfriends are my soulmates.” Her phone buzzed, making her glance at it, seeing a tweet from Taehyung. I read it over her shoulder.

“Looks like they aren’t too bothered about us three being here.” I said, seeing the selfie Taehyung had posted with Namjoon and Hoseok, and the caption, which said ‘movie night with my favourite hyungs’. I showed the others the phone, making them wince.

“Harsh.” Jin said as Yoongi sat down on the other side of me so I was in between them. He took a bite of the pizza, letting the rest of us eat as the oldest would always have the first bite. He turned to Y/N. “So, sweetheart, tell us about yourself.”

“Umm...” She looked at Yoongi as if she was trying to decipher whether she could trust them and tell them her entire story. He nodded. “Okay, so...” She took a deep breath. I could feel her heart hammering at a thousand times a minute. “Yoongi and I met in the park that’s by the BigHit building.” She began. “I was there because I had just left my boyfriend and had nowhere to stay, so I was going to sleep in the park and try not to get hypothermia. 

“My ex was abusive. Physically, verbally and mentally. He took away my friends and my career. I didn’t have a car. I had a phone where he could monitor all my phone calls and see all my texts. I could only have supervised chats and visits with my mother. If I had the smallest slip up he would beat me up. I ended up in hospital one time because of how much and how hard he beat me. I got to a place so dark and so low that I resorted to cutting myself to feel something. Then he found out.

“You would think that he would be caring about it, and would try to help me, but he told me that I deserved it and I should continue and that if I was lucky enough I would cut deep enough that it would kill me. He was awful. He would come home drunk at night and most nights he would just fall asleep, but there were some nights where he wouldn’t be drunk enough to be tired, he was just angry, so he would call me names and hit me with his belt and his fists. That’s what he was doing the night I ran away.” She finished, tears rolling down her face.

“Jagiya, come here.” Yoongi stood up and pulled her into his arms, pressing kisses to her hair and whispering things to her to calm him down. 

“Yoongi, what have you done about him?” Jin asked as Jungkook moved off his lap and snuggled into my side, his head on my shoulder.

“I’ve hired her a bodyguard for when she goes out, and we’ve changed her phone and her number so he won’t be able to track her.” Yoongi said as he rubbed Y/N’s back to calm her down. 

“What did Tae and Namjoon say about her?” Jin asked. I saw Y/N visibly freeze as he asked this.

“Taehyung wanted me to reject and I’m pretty sure Namjoon feels the same. Same with Hoseok, he doesn’t seem much of a fan.” Yoongi explained. 

“It’s not her fault though.” Jungkook said softly, making Yoongi nod and hum in agreement. 

“There’s nothing we can do about them, though.” Yoongi said. “They need to come around in their own time.” He shuffled over to the couch with Y/N still in his arms before sitting down next to me, settling her on his lap. “But let’s not dwell on that now. Let’s have a better movie night than they are!”

Y/N POV:

As we watched the movie I found myself wrapped up in Yoongi’s arms as I lay across his lap. He had his arms around my waist while my legs rested on Jin and my head on Jimin. Jungkook was threading his fingers through my hair. I yawned and rubbed my eyes as the movie ended, making Yoongi coo at me. 

I was still in a state of shock at how Jin, Jimin and Jungkook were okay with being soulmates with me, and how quickly they fell into the roll of being my boyfriends. I was also still surprised at how I had managed to get four soulmates. I never thought that would happen to me. 

“Oppa.” I said softly, making all four of them hum, letting me know I had their attention. “Can we go to bed now please? I’m tired.”

“Of course, jagiya.” Yoongi said, his voice husky since he was also half asleep. He tapped my ass. “Come on, you need to get up so everyone else can get up.”

“But I’m comfy.” I complained with a pout, making Yoongi chuckle. I felt Jimin’s weight shift slightly as Jungkook got up.

“I’ve got her.” He said, kneeling down in front of me. “Can I...?” He trailed off, asking if he could pick me up. I nodded in consent. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and one around my knees, picking me up bridal style. “Are we all going to sleep in the same bed?”

“Yeah?” Jimin said as he stood up and stretched, a sliver of his tan skin showing between his tshirt and the band of his jeans. His bones cracked as he stretched out the kinks and cramps in his muscles. He looked at me and I nodded, nestling against Jungkook’s chest. He smelled faintly of lemon and a fresh aftershave. 

“Alright gorgeous.” Jungkook walked us to Yoongi’s bedroom before setting me in the centre of the bed. “You need to change?” He asked. I looked down at what I was wearing. I had only changed my shirt to another one of Yoongi’s during the day, so I didn’t need to. I slipped off my sweatpants, leaving my legs bare, with only my panties under the shirt. 

“Nope.” I said, with a sleepy smile. Jungkook was staring at my legs, a look of shock on his face. “What’s wrong?” I asked, starting to feel slightly insecure under his stares.

“Nothing.” He said. “You just have fucking beautiful legs.” He smiled as I blushed, relief flooding through me. He pulled off his hoodie and sweatpants, leaving him in just his boxers. Now it was my turn to stare. He was everything I imagined him to be and more.

His biceps were huge, as well as his pecs. He had slightly defined abs as well as a prominent v line which disappeared underneath the grey waistband of his Calvin Klein boxers. There was a faint bulge underneath the grey material, which had me licking my lips, wondering exactly what it looked like.

“You done staring gorgeous?” He asked, a slight blush dusted over his cheeks. I cleared my throat, blushing harder. 

“Sorry.” I said, ducking my head in embarrassment, before flopping back against the pillows. He chuckled and laid down next to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me against him. I turned my head to face him. “You have nice muscles.” I commented, making him give me a bunny smile. “Ahh, I like this smile.”

“Gorgeous?” He asked after we were silent for a few more seconds. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.” I said, my voice barely a whisper as our lips get closer. He paused just before our lips touched, the skin barely brushing against each other. “Kookie oppa. Kiss me please!” I whined, making him chuckle and kiss me gently. I turned so we were properly facing each other, not disconnecting our lips. He tasted of his strawberry lipbalm as well as the pizza we had just eaten. His lips were slightly thinner than Jimin’s and Yoongi’s, but this boy could kiss.

“God gorgeous.” He groaned as we pulled away. “You’re good.” 

“Well that was hot.” Jimin said, making us quickly sit up. “Princess, I think you have to give all of us goodnight kisses.” He pulled off his tshirt and slid out of his jeans before crawling onto the bed and sitting down next to me, connecting our lips into a kiss. I felt Jungkook’s lips attach onto my neck as he kissed and sucked, making an involuntary moan slip out from my lips. “God you sound so pretty.” Jimin groaned against my mouth. I could feel his breath fanning against my lips. 

“Jimin please.” I said, feeling heat begin to curl in my lower abdomen. I needed them. I wanted them and I wasn’t afraid to admit it. 

“Are you sure princess? If you’re not comfortable then we won’t.” Jimin said, stroking my hair as Jungkook’s hands reached up and started playing with my boobs, twisting and pinching the nipples, making my breath become ragged and uneven. 

“I’ve never been more sure in my life. Jimin please fuck me.” I shouted in frustration. 

“He’s not going to be the only one fucking you.” Jin said from the doorway where he was leaning against the jamb with Yoongi on the other side.

“Look at our little subs playing with each other.” Yoongi cooed. “So pretty and ready for us. So ready for master and oppa.” I felt my pussy get even more wet as he said those names, soaking my panties. 

“Please master.” Jimin said, his swollen lips parting. I could see how hard he was through his boxers. Yoongi took off his top and jeans before kneeling on the bed, hovering over Jimin and I while Jin took care of Jungkook. It wasn’t long before I heard his breathy whines and moans. I looked over to the side and saw Jin palming Jungkook through his boxers while he kissed and sucked down his neck and chest.

“Look at me kittens.” Yoongi said, his voice dominating and demanding, making me even more wet. “So pretty.” He cooed, cupping my face and kissing me gently. His hand reached over and traced its way down Jimin’s chest before ghosting over his dick. 

“Master.” Jimin gasped, his voice barely a whisper. 

“So responsive kitten.” Yoongi smirked. “Take off your boxers and prep yourself. But don’t cum.” A shiver ran down my spine at the way his voice sounded. Jimin nodded as Yoongi moved off him to just hover over me. He slid off his boxers, raising his hips slightly before grabbing some lube from the bedside table and pouring some on his fingers. He moved his fingers down to his ass, tracing the tips over his hole before pushing one in, his mouth falling open to form an ‘o’. 

“Eyes on me kitten.” Yoongi said as he began to push my shirt up my body. “Are you comfortable with this?” I nodded my head frantically. “Okay, take it off for me.” I pulled my shirt off before getting self conscious and moving my arms in front of my stomach.. “No bra? Naughty girl.” He smirked, leaning down and taking one of my nipples into his mouth after removing my hands. “You’re so beautiful jagiya.” He released my nipple with a pop to pay attention to the other one, his tongue swirling around it, teeth gently nibbling. 

“Yoongi...” I moaned out as hot whorls of pleasure curled in the pit of my stomach.

“Now, jagiya, you know that’s not my name.” He said, pulling off my nipple. He moved down to lie between my legs. “These are cute.” He said fiddling with the pink lace on the waistband of my panties. “But they’d look better on the floor.” He pulled them off, my face turning red. I had shaved in the shower that morning, but I was scared I had left some stray hairs. “And you even shaved.” He pressed a kiss to the folds of my pussy. “Such a pretty pussy. Bet it tastes so good.” He looked up at me for permission. I nodded, allowing him to eat me out. 

His tongue slipped past my folds and slid around my hole and clit. His lips wrapped around the bundle of nerves, sucking on it, making me moan out. “So fucking wet.” He murmured as he pulled away, his chin already shining. He began kitten licking between my folds, making slurping sounds. He pushed his tongue inside my hole, the wet muscle licking at my walls, sending white hot shots of pleasure through my veins. I moaned out, my hands winding in his hair and pulling slightly.

“Jiminie, kitty, come here.” Yoongi said. Jimin slid over to us after pulling his fingers out of his ass. “How many were you?”

“Three master.” He replied. I glanced down at Jimin’s dick, seeing how thick it was. He seemed to be shorter than Jungkook, but just as thick. My pussy clenched around nothing as I imagined it in me. 

“Jin hyung?” Yoongi turned to loook at Jin and Jungkook. Jin was currently eating Jungkook out while thrusting into his ass with his fingers, making Jungkook throw his head back in pleasure. 

“Yes Yoongi.” Jin asked, pulling away from Jungkook.

“Is he ready?” He asked, making Jin nod. Yoongi nodded before pushing a finger into me to open me up. “Fuck you’re so tight. How are you going to be able to fit any of our cocks in this little pussy?” He groaned slipping in another finger. I winced slightly at the burn. It had been a while since I had had sex with anyone. He began scissoring his fingers, brushing against a sensitive spot inside me.

“Ah fuck.” I moaned out, making him smirk.

“Found it.” He said, curling his fingers to press against that spot, making me cry out. “Okay, you’re ready.” He said as he pushed his fingers into Jimin’s mouth. “How does kitten taste, kitty?” He asked as Jimin moaned around his fingers and sucked on them.

“So good.” Jimin moaned out, making me blush again.

“So this is what is going to happen.” Yoongi said as he pulled his fingers out of Jimin’s mouth. “Kitty is going to ride kitten while he gets fucked by bunny who is going to get fucked by me. Jinnie is going to have his cock sucked by kitten, is everyone okay with that?” We all nodded before getting into our positions.

Jimin lay flat on his back, his cock dripping onto his stomach. “Do we need condoms?” He asked. I shook my head.

“I’m on the pill.” I replied, making him close his eyes and groan.

“God you’re going to be the death of me.” He said as I lowered myself onto him. There was a burning stretch as he sheathed inside of me. He looked at me and smirked. “I didn’t think I was that big.” He rested his hand on the small bulge in my stomach. I rolled my hips to get used to the feeling of him inside of me, making him moan out. “God she’s so tight master.” He said breathily. 

“Okay Jiminie, I’m going in.” Jungkook warned as he pushed himself into Jimin. There was a sharp intake of breath as Jimin got used to the feeling of having Jungkook inside of him. 

“Ah fuck Kookie.” Jimin moaned out, his grip tightening on my waist. He looked spaced out as he adjusted to the cock inside him. “God it feels so good.”

“No moving yet you three.” Yoongi warned as he kissed Jin, removing his boxers and stroking him a few times. “Okay, kitten, you gonna suck oppa’s cock?” He asked.

“Yes master.” I nodded, ignoring the slight burn in my thighs as I straddled Jimin. I could feel his thighs under my ass, thick and muscular. I was lying so we were chest to chest, his abs pressing against my stomach. Jungkook was half lying on my lower back.

“Okay, sweetheart, open up.” Jin knelt in front of me, his cock level with my mouth. He was longer than Jimin, but thinner. I opened my mouth and let him push his cock into my mouth gently, not wanting to hurt me. I closed my eyes and hummed around him as I tasted the saltiness of his pre-cum, wrapping my hand around what I couldn’t fit in my mouth.

There was a moan behind me, which sounded awfully like Jungkook. I presumed that Yoongi had started to fuck him due to the slapping sounds which were jolting Jimin into me. I moaned around Jin’s cock, making him throw his head back and moan as the sound vibrated up his shaft.

“You look so pretty with your mouth stuffed full of me.” Jin crooned as I hollowed my cheeks and bobbed my head, moaning as Jimin’s cock rubbed against my walls, hitting the bundle of nerves inside of me each time. His thumb began to rub small circles on my clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure as he did, making me jolt and my eyes roll back into my head. “Think you can take more?” Jin asked. I nodded and he pushed more of himself into my mouth, making me gag slightly as his tip hit the back of my throat.

“Swallow around him, kitten. It will help you not gag as much.” Yoongi said, his voice husky and breathless. I swallowed around Jin, making him groan as I sucked him again.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum.” Jin warned as he gently thrusted into my mouth. I sucked harder, making him tense. “I’m cumming.” He moaned as a salty liquid filled my mouth, his hips making stuttering thrusts. “Fuck, so good.” His hand wrapped in my hair as he pulled out of my mouth. “Swallow.” He ordered. I obeyed and showed him my empty mouth. “Good girl.” He bent down and kissed me gently before taking hold of my hips and guiding me up and down on Jimin.

“Oh my Go-,” Jimin’s eyes rolled back as Jungkook hit his prostate, his hips thrusting up roughly, making him hit my g-spot. 

“Jimin, fuck.” I moaned as Jin pushed me down on him. Jimin continued to rub circles on my clit, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. “I’m close.” I said.

“Not yet, kitten. You wait.” Yoongi warned, his thrusts into Jungkook sounding powerful. 

“Master, I’m going to cum.” Jimin moaned.

“Me too.” Jungkook said, bending his head down to kiss my neck. I knew I was covered in small red flowers, blooming everywhere their mouths had touched my skin.

“Okay, hold on, I’m almost there.” Yoongi said, his thrusts speeding up. Jungkook’s moans became high-pitched and loud as he got closer and closer to his orgasm. Jimin’s were the same.

“Fuck, I don’t think I can hold on much longer.” I moaned out as Jin pounded me onto Jimin’s cock. There was a groan as Yoongi came, spilling into Jungkook.

“Cum you three.” Yoongi ordered. As he said this, the three of us simultaneously moaned as we allowed ourselves to cum. My hole tightened around Jimin, making him cry out in pleasure, his cum filling me up. 

“You look so pretty when you come.” Jin cooed, cupping my face and kissing me as my body shook from the sparks of pleasure rushing through my veins from the force of my orgasm.

I flopped forward onto Jimin, his arms instantly coming up to wrap around my waist. He hissed as Jungkook pulled out of him before tensing again. I looked over my shoulder and saw Yoongi pushing a plug into his ass. 

“Come on, princess, let’s get you cleaned up.” Yoongi said. I whined and snuggled into Jimin’s chest, making him chuckle.

“I don’t think she’s going anywhere, Yoongi hyung.” He said, kissing the top of my head. 

“And we aren’t either.” Jin said, flopping down next to us. “We’ll clean up in the morning. Let’s cuddle.” I felt hands pull some panties up my legs and slip a shirt over my body, but I was so tired I didn’t have the energy to see who it was. I was pulled against a chest, while arms wrapped around my waist. My nose was instantly filled with the scent of coffee.

“We are never going anywhere without you, jagiya.” He said. “I promise. We will never leave you. No matter what.” I smiled as he kissed the top of my head and hummed quietly to lull me off to sleep.

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Nobody is You - Chapter 8 - Somebody

Summary: Reader and Miche continue their relationship and learn more about each other as well as themselves. Meanwhile, a celebration slowly approaches. Song: I don’t care – Ed Sheeran and Justin Bieber (honestly this song is sort of a recurring theme and less related to this chapter specifically) Content: NSFW – Handjob and teaching a handjob so maybe that’s masturbation too? Also some cute, fluffy romantic stuff, and some little moments with all the vets minus Levi. Word Count: ~ 4,800

A/N: This chapter is sort of like a ‘missing moments’ chapter which can be seen as filler, but I like to think it’s entertaining filler since you get to see Miche in love, but also some vets interactions.

As always, feedback is appreciated :)

Miche knew he should have brushed his teeth before going to bed the night before. His breath reeked of alcohol and knowing how much he drank, he really should have at least used mouthwash. His tongue felt like a dry cotton ball and he rubbed his eyes roughly, trying to wipe the sleep away as he rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom. Erwin had the door closed while he showered and Miche knocked to make sure it was okay to come in.

“Yes?” Erwin called, his voice muffled by the sounds of the shower.

“I’m coming in. I need to brush my teeth.” Miche could smell his own breath as he spoke and nearly gagged.

He opened the door and reached for his toothbrush, popping the cap off the toothpaste and squeezing a glob onto his toothbrush. He turned the sink on to wet it, only to have the glob fall off his toothbrush and into the sink.

“Damn it,” he sighed, opening the tube again to put more on. As soon as the minty freshness of his toothpaste hit his mouth, Miche sighed again, scrubbing his tongue clean and rinsing. He added more toothpaste and started brushing a second time.

He was lost in the relaxing and invigorating feeling of brushing his mouth clean that Miche didn’t notice when Hange and Y/N walked into the room.

“Boo!”

“Ah! Fuck!” He jumped back, opening his eyes and seeing them standing there laughing at him. He grumbled to himself and went back to brushing his teeth. “It’s too early.”

“Well we have some good news for you then.” Hange was bouncing where they stood.

“What’s that?”

“That overnight mission got moved to next month so we will be coming back tonight.”

“What!”

“What?!” Erwin pulled the curtain back a little so he could see everyone, frantically rubbing the soap from his eyes. “Wait! What’s happening? How do you know all this already?”

“We just came from the Commander’s office.” Y/N explained.

“Was there a meeting?”

“No, it was a quick thing. He called Hange and me in and told us to tell you guys.” Hange nodded, staring at the shower.

“Did he say anything else?”

“No, that’s it.” Y/N watched Hange’s head angle slightly as they continued looking at the shower.

“You know Erwin,” Hange started, “when you pull the curtain so tightly to that end, I can see your skinny, white ass hanging out from this side.”

Erwin shrieked and pulled the curtain back to hide himself. Hange laughed loudly, holding their chest, and left the room. Y/N stood there and was still staring quite closely at Miche. He stared at her and wondered what she was looking at.

“What?”

“Are you growing a beard?” Miche looked in the mirror to see what she was talking about. He had forgotten to shave yesterday and now the two days of stubble had come in.

“No, I just haven’t shaved yet.” He shrugged, grabbing hold of his toothbrush and continuing to brush.

“Well it looks good.” She smiled and turned to follow Hange. Miche looked back in the mirror to check it again. He never thought about not shaving before, but it didn’t look that bad. Plus, it would be a lot easier for him to get ready in the mornings. He rinsed his mouth and put his toothbrush away, checking his face one more time. Thinking of the smile Y/N had on her face, Miche rubbed his scruff and slid all his shaving stuff into a drawer, deciding not to shave.

…..

“God, I’ve been dreaming about this all day.” Miche spoke quickly. “I’ve never been more glad for a mission to be postponed.”

He hopped around, pulling off his boots before grabbing the collar of his shirt, removing it and bringing his lips back to hers. It was nearing midnight when they all came back from the training mission and Miche quickly pulled Y/N’s hand before they went back inside. He had asked her if they could go to the stables first and she agreed. A decision she was really wondering why she made, but these days she was finding it increasingly difficult to say no to Miche.

Miche’s hands moved from her jaw to the buckle of her pants and Y/N put her hands on his chest, lightly pushing him back. He leaned away from her, wondering why she was pushing him away.

“We can’t,” she started, “I’m still on my period.”

“That doesn’t bother me.” He held her cheeks once more and brought her lips back to him, lowering his hands to her waist and pulling her against him. Again, she put her hands on his chest and pushed him back.

“It bothers me.”

“Oh.” He mouthed, stepping back a little, but kept holding her hands. “Do you want to maybe just kiss? Or we could cuddle.”

She stepped back, turning around and rubbing her face, knowing she was feeling things that maybe she shouldn’t be feeling. No, that she definitely shouldn’t be feeling. More importantly, she was feeling things she didn’t want to be feeling, things she had actively forced herself not to feel for such a long time.

“We’re friends… with benefits. And I’m not able or willing to give you those benefits right now.” She turned back to look at him. “Why do you still want me here?”

Miche smiled at her and it was one of the few times it wasn’t that smug smile. This was a boyish smile. It was a tender, closed-mouth smile that crinkled his eyes before he closed them. This was the face he makes when he enjoys something, when he smells something good.

“You’re still my friend. And even more, you make me feel like I’m somebody.”

“What?”

“It’s… nevermind. You relax me.” He moved back to her, putting his hands around her waist. “I love being around you. Come on.”

He laid down on the bed and held his arms out for her, that dopey grin on his face. She smiled and laid down with her back to him. His face went to her neck right away and breathed her in.

“You smell so good.” His lips reached her neck and he kissed along her jaw, his tongue dipping out to join in occasionally. He moved to her shoulder and slid her shirt to the side to give his tongue more room to work.

“Miche?” He hummed in response. “This isn’t really how friends hang out.”

“Sorry.” He laughed, pulling away and holding her waist tighter. She turned around to face him.

“But I didn’t say stop.” She stared at him, a warm look in her eyes until she smiled at him and he matched her smiled, leaning back in with his lips over hers. Miche wasn’t very good at only kissing, at least not with Y/N. He always found himself wanting more of her and Y/N was no different. Even though she said she didn’t want to have sex, she was the one who grabbed Miche’s hips and pulled him closer, her leg sliding in between his, and his leg in between hers where she let herself grind against it.

“That feels good,” Miche panted, grabbing her hips to rub her against his already stiff erection.

Miche licked his lips and kissed her again, trying to focus but struggling against giving in to the desire and the feeling of her warm body lightly brushing against his cock. Y/N knew this couldn’t go much further but really loved seeing Miche like this and didn’t want to stop. She pulled back a little, sliding her hand in between them and gently palming his erection. Miche moaned into her mouth, his hand resting on her cheek.

“Please don’t stop,” he whispered into her.

She wanted to continue, to keep going until he was satisfied, gripping-her-body-tightly-against-him-and-moaning-into-her type of satisfied. She wasn’t really sure how to do that though. Men were the same in a lot of ways, few differences here and there, but this was completely new to her.

“Miche?”

“Hmm?” He ran his tongue over her lips.

“I’m not really that confident with my handjob.”

“Really?” He stopped and leaned back to look at her. “Why not? Handjobs are like the easiest thing.”

“None of my exes ever asked for it so I never got the practice.”

“Never?”

“Not really.” She shrugged, unable to meet his eyes, and Miche could see that insecurity she had showing through. She always needed to be the best at everything, he knew that very well, but the fact that she was feeling that hyper competitiveness even now amazed him. He smiled a little as he watched her shift around.

“Well, do you—do you want to practice on me?” He chuckled at the strange question and she looked up.

“Do you want a handjob?”

“I’m certainly not going to say no to one.”

“Okay, how should I start?”

“Well first… hang on, let me get…” He unzipped his pants and pushed them down, with his underwear, past his hips. “Okay, here. Give me your hand. Hold it like this.”

“Like this?”

“Yeah. Now just sort of—not so tight.”

“Sorry.” She frowned, worried that she hurt him.

“It’s okay.” He chuckled at her inexperience, a side of her he had never seen. “You can follow how my hand moves—like this—and just kind of do the same thing. You try.”

“Something like this?” Miche closed his eyes, a moan being pushed out as he bit his lip.

“Holy mother of goodne—your hands are big.” He breathed.

“Does that mean it’s—”

“It feels so good.” He moved his hand to her shoulder, biting his lip even harder as his body reflexively thrusted lightly into her hand.

This was a new feeling for her. Miche was groaning, his face turning a deeper shade of red and that little pout starting to form, all with very little work on her part. He was kind of right, handjobs were actually pretty easy. She just couldn’t figure out why he kept thrusting into her hand and was thinking maybe she wasn’t going fast enough.

“Should I be doing something differently? You keep thrusting.”

“No, no. You’re doing gre—mmm, it’s great. Sorry, it’s kind of a reflex.”

He moved the hand that was on her shoulder to her hip, gripping lightly to get some leverage with his thrusting. A part of him felt bad because he couldn’t help his moans, as quiet as they were, but the way they were positioned made it so he was kind of yelling in Y/N’s face. He moved closer to her, his lips brushing against hers.

“Is it still okay?” She asked and he nodded, sweat beginning to form on his forehead.

“But it’s a tiny bit dry.” He barely winced and she stopped her hand.

“Oh. Should I…?” She thought about how she could help the dryness, but honestly wasn’t sure what he wanted so she waited, hoping he would explain what to do in the situation.

“You could spit on it.” Her eyes shot up to him.

“You want me to spit on your penis?” She whisper-yelled at him and he laughed loudly, his head thrown back, unable to handle her cute reaction. His hands moved up to her cheeks and he pulled her quickly into a kiss.

“Just spit on your hand.” Miche was still laughing as he watched her. “If you want, I can spit.”

“No, I can do it.” She readjusted herself, bringing her hand to her mouth and starting to spit before realizing he was watching her. “Don’t look.”

“What?”

“It’s weird.”

“I’ve had every part of your body in my mouth and you’re embarrassed to have me see you

spit?”

“Yes, well I’m not—Just close your eyes.” He closed his eyes, but tried to peek and she noticed. “No peeking.”

He groaned as he closed them again and just to be sure he wasn’t looking, she put her free hand over his eyes which elicited another laugh from him.

“How much do you need?” She looked at her hand, not sure if the amount of spit she made was enough or not.

“Just enough so it’s not dry.”

“Okay, I think this should be good.” He opened his eyes to take a look but she was already stroking him again and his eyes closed. “Good enough?”

“Mmhmm.” He inhaled sharply at the smooth, and now extremely wet, feeling. He didn’t see how much she spit, but she must have really made sure it was enough and Miche felt himself growing even harder. “A little faster.”

He kept his eyes closed, his hand returning to her hip, allowing himself to squeeze the fleshy parts of her body that he loved so much. He was breathing heavily, sighing deeply as he tried not to be too noisy with her face right in front of his, but when it came to orgasming, Miche was never able to keep quiet.

His hand moved farther up her torso, trying to get as much of her as he could, before moving back down, his grip on her hip tightening.

“I’m… gonna come.” He breathed.

“Really?” Her eyes opened wide. “You’re so quiet.”

He managed a small smile and swallowed hard, his throat dry from breathing heavily.

“I didn’t want—I’m too loud…your face so close.” Y/N watched him lick his lips and smiled, leaning a little closer to him.

“I like when you’re loud.” The air that tickled his ear from her breath had goosebumps raising on his body. She sped up her movements a tiny bit and Miche groaned, leaning into her and kissing her roughly before moaning loudly into her mouth, his hands gripping her hip for leverage again.

Just hearing Miche’s moaning and seeing his face shifting with pleasure had Y/N’s eyes closing, her mind clouding with arousal. Judging by his volume, she could tell that he was close. His grip on her hip tightening had her opening her eyes, watching his face turn a deep red and contorting, nose scrunching up and mouth falling open with a grunt. The thick veins in his neck were bulging further as his body gently shook in front of her. As her eyes were glued to him, she was quick enough to move her other hand over, blocking the thick, hot liquid from making a mess. As she slowed her stroking, she watched his features relax, his eyebrows lifting and the red color draining from his face a bit as he gasped for air and groaned quietly.

An overwhelming feeling came over her, but unlike the majority of the time, this time she wanted to be closer to Miche. Unable to touch him or hug him with her hands the way they were, she leaned forward and kissed him, his mouth opening for her and she let herself in. Miche’s hands went around her head as he pulled her close, his tongue finding hers easily and she moaned into him, causing him to smile against her lips.

He pulled back, opening his eyes and looking at her. There were always so many things he wanted to say to her during moments like these. He never could though. He always just held it in and looked at her with a smile on his face. If only she knew all the feelings he had for her. If only he could explain it to her. But instead, all he would say was a quiet “thank you”.

Knowing it was already late, he stood up and grabbed a towel, cleaning up her hands and moving back to clean himself up and move some of the things that got dirty to the corner so he could wash it in the morning. He thought he was moving quickly, but by the time he finished up and went back over to her, she was asleep. Miche smiled to himself and laid down next to her.

He crossed his arms as he watched her sleep, wondering what she might be dreaming about. Her features were softened a bit, but she still had that hard, serious look on her face, even while she slept and it made him smile. His eyes followed the curves of her face and he sighed. What was he doing these last five years if not looking at her? He went so long looking past her that when he thought about it, he wondered how much he must have missed.

Her hand was resting in between them and Miche reached forward and gently picked it up, playing with her fingers, delicately bringing each one to his lips, kissing it before moving on to the next one. He brought her palm to his nose and breathed in deeply.

Yes, he could smell himself on her hand. Yes, he felt really good about that, continuing to breathe in the mixture of his scent with hers. Yes, there was a small part of him that was happy because of it, knowing that at this point, he could pretend that she was his. He kissed each one of her fingers again, holding her hand and letting it run over his face, her fingertips bumping up and down as they brushed over each of his features. He covered his face with her hand again, closing his eyes and breathing her in. The only smell that had ever been better than hers was the mixture of both of theirs together and Miche couldn’t get enough of it.

Not wanting to wake her, he set her hand back down and pulled her closer, letting himself fall asleep to the pleasant scent of the crook of her neck.

When Y/N woke up, it was dark. Even in the darkness, she could feel that she wasn’t in her bed. In addition to that, something was wrapped tightly around her and she felt around, gathering that it was Miche. She struggled against him, but he latched on like a koala when he slept. He was sleeping behind her and he had both of his arms around her body, keeping her way too securely against his chest. One arm wrapped around her waist, the other arm looped under her neck and around her chest.

She did her best to pull away from him, but his grip was too tight. It wasn’t until she pulled him closer, snuggling her back into his chest, that he loosened his grip a little. She shifted her position and turned around to face him, hoping to use her arms to get some space to breathe. Damn, he smells good. Even in his sleep.

She pushed away from his chest a little, successfully giving herself more room. His arms slacked, resting over her waist. She smiled at the way his mouth hung open slightly as he slept, the way his bangs were falling in his eyes, and the quiet snores that he steadily breathed. His hand gripped her hip tightly and he groaned.

“I wanna hold you.” His voice was groggy as he grumbled and she let him pull her closer into him, his arms wrapping tightly around her again. The overwhelming feeling in Y/N’s chest swelled and her breath caught.

She let out a shaky breath against his chest, the warmth of his body surrounding her. He was still shirtless and his chest hair tickled the tip of her nose. She tried to smile as she closed her eyes and let her nose nuzzle against him. She was shaking, her heart fluttering like crazy in her chest. God, this feels good. Ugh, why does it feel so good? She couldn’t keep doing it to herself though. She sighed, clenching her jaw and resting her forehead against his chest. She took one last deep breath, breathing in the weirdly comforting smell of his body and moved her arm over his waist. Miche groaned again and she smiled, closing her eyes and falling asleep.

The next time she woke, it was much brighter in the stables, the early morning light shining in through the window behind them. She squinted as her eyes adjusted to the light and turned to lay on her stomach. The shifting around woke Miche up and he turned to face her, his eyes adjusting to the brightness as well. He let out a sigh and smiled, his eyes closing again.

“I could really get used to waking up next to you.” His voice was dry, gravelly and rough with sleep and it twisted a knot so tight in Y/N’s stomach she forgot to breathe. He slid closer to her, the morning smile still on his face, and snuggled them both under the warmth of the covers.

She couldn’t understand how he was always able to pull her so close to his body without any limbs getting in the way. His entire body was always somehow flush up against hers, each arm and each leg having their own designated position and never getting in the way of the other.

“I’ll spare you my morning breath.” He laughed softly and kissed her forehead, but for whatever reason, that wasn’t enough and she pulled back and looked up at him.

“Don’t spare me.” He laughed through his nose lightly and looked at her, seeing something, a seriousness in her face that he hadn’t seen before. There was a split second where he was about to ask if she was okay, but instead quickly rushed forward to kiss her and her arms went around his neck, her legs wrapping around his waist.

He suddenly rolled her over so she was on top of him and in one quick motion, she pulled off her shirt, her lips going back to his. Miche’s hands slid behind her, inching towards the clasp of her bra.

Then, just as suddenly, Y/N pulled away from his lips, her head falling to the crook of his neck and she groaned. Not a sexual groan, but a last-minute-realization-and-frustrated groan.

“Damn it.” She sat back up and looked at him.

“It’s fine.” He sat up with her, his nose brushing her collarbone. “I don’t mind that you’re on your period. It really doesn’t—” “It’s not that.” She rubbed her hands over her face. “We have that meeting with the commander this morning. I don’t even know what time it is now.”

“We can be late.” He moved his lips to her neck.

“No, we can’t. And we don’t even know if we already are late.”

“We’ll be quick.”

“Miche!” She complained and he groaned, feeling annoyed.

“You’re right.” He sighed. “You’re right.”

She stood up and grabbed her shirt, putting it back on and helping him find his.

“Well, you know my birthday is in a couple days.”

“Yeah…” She handed him his shirt and wondered where he was going with that thought. “What are you getting at?”

“I have a special request—” He smiled and she narrowed her eyes a bit. “—From you.”

“O…kay…?” She could feel herself getting nervous on what he was going to request.

“Do you think we can spend some time together up here?”

“You don’t want to celebrate with Hange and Erwin?”

“No, I do. We can celebrate with them, but then maybe afterwards, we can come here—” he watched her face “—and just be together.”

“You want like some special birthday sex type of thing?”

“No, no, nothing like that. I mean, we can definitely have sex, but I was hoping to spend time together… Just us.” He grabbed her hand and held it. Y/N couldn’t understand why he would want that when they had friends to celebrate with.

“Okay. We can do that. If that’s what you want.” Miche nodded, smiling, and started swinging their hands back and forth.

“Would there be any way I can convince you to spend the night with me?”

“I thought you never slept up here.” She narrowed her eyes and smiled.

“I don’t.” He laughed timidly and his hand instinctively went to scratch the back of his head. “But we just did and I kind of… I really liked it.”

“Well, it’s your birthday.” She shrugged and they both hopped down to the first floor.

…..

“Y/N, go find Miche and stall him so he doesn’t come in here.” Erwin ordered, both he and Hange were trying to get the last few additions onto the cake before Miche finished his monthly review with his squad leader.

“Why do I have to do it?” She complained, watching them both try to work on the same section. Hange kept accidentally nudging Erwin to which he grumbled at them.

“Because you were banned from helping with cakes at Hange’s birthday.” Hange laughed at the memory.

“I quite liked the cake.” They added, bumping into Erwin again.

“Hange!” Erwin looked up and let out an irritated sigh. “Now the titan has an enormous left thigh.”

“Titans come in all shapes, Erwin.” Hange reminded him. “I think he’s cute.”

“There was a very specific purpose for this one and it wasn’t to be cute.” He spoke through his teeth, letting his aggravation show. Y/N knew what Erwin was like when he was upset and it wasn’t something she wanted to stick around for so she left the kitchen and went searching for Miche.

He was probably done with his monthly review at that point which meant he was either in his room, in the stables, or in the bathroom. The easiest place to start was his room. She opened up the door, stepping inside and closing it behind her.

“Hey.” She stayed in front of the door. Miche was sitting on his bed, tossing a baseball into the air. “I’m here to stall you.”

“They working on the cake?” His face lit up at the thought.

“Yes, but you aren’t supposed to know that.”

“Maybe if this was the first time doing this I would be surprised.”

He was right. They did this for everyone’s birthday, every single year. She couldn’t remember when it started, but at some point, every birthday became the same. Three of them would bake a cake and decorate it in a specific theme for the birthday person. The cakes usually turned out disgustingly, but the decorations were where it mattered most. Each year, they became better and better with the practice.

“So how are you going to stall me?” He set the baseball on his desk and stood up.

“By standing in front of the door like I am right now.” She smiled and held the doorknob tighter and he slowly walked over to her. There was a small part of her that thought he might try to get out and run to the kitchen.

“That’s no fun.” He smiled playfully, standing close to her. “I can think of some things we might be able to do.”

She kept her hand on the doorknob, tightening her grip just a tiny bit more. Miche pressed himself against her, his face lowering to hers and she turned away.

“Miche, I’m not really in the mood now.”

“I’m pretty sure I can get you in the mood.” He bent over, dropping his face to eyelevel with hers.

“You think you know all there is to know about what I like, don’t you?” She teased, looking at him and unsuccessfully hiding her smile.

“Please, you make that nearly impossible.” He laughed. “But make no mistake, I know quite a bit.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?” She let him play with her belt loop, arching her back a little away from the door.

“I know you have a sensitive spot on your neck.” He leaned into her, his nose barely grazing her jaw. “And you’ll pretty much let me do whatever I want if I keep my mouth there.”

“Beginner’s luck.” She angled her head away slightly, giving him more of her neck and he let out a laugh through his nose.

“I bet you I can find it right now.” His voice was low as he moved to the crook of her neck. His nose brushing lightly against her skin.

“Let’s see.” Miche moved in the last little bit, his lips pressing against her neck. He licked over it, opening his mouth and closing his lips around the sensitive skin. She gasped and he knew he’d found it. He brought his hands to her hips as she let out a quiet moan. Her hand ran through his hair and Miche moaned into her neck, sucking harder as he pulled her hips against his body. She let out a soft, but audible exhale and he pulled away.

“Damn, I left a small mark.” He rubbed it with his thumb and looked at her.

“It’s fine, I’ll yell at you for it later.” With the hand still in his hair, she pulled him back down to her and kissed him. Miche smiled into her and lifted her up, pressing her back against the bedroom door.

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Say My Name and I’ll Be There:  4.1

Author’s Note:  So I’m thinking of updating every other day or every two days? I tend to write compulsively and neglect my schoolwork lol.  Juggling this with work and school will be difficult if I post every day (I can’t help it though, I love updating every day!) So yeah.  Also if anyone has chapter filler ideas or prompts they want me to write out, message me or comment below! Back to the story!

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Xiao had just cleared a band of hilichurls when he came across the small stuffed bunny lying on the ground.  It was tattered and worn, but still held its original color.  He picked it up and dusted it off, glancing in the direction of the crying girl at the top of the hill. She had been crying over her stolen toy so Xiao took it upon himself to return it to her.  

He may or may not have destroyed a portion of the rice crop in doing so...but no matter! The girl was happy now.

"Thank you Mr. Adeptus!"  She gave him a toothy grin and hugged her bunny close.  "Thank you so much!"

"It was no trouble."  Xiao didn't return her smile and began to walk across the bridge that oversaw most of the rice crop.  What was it with mortal children and material possessions? Was it like him with his yaksha mask and spear?

"Mr. Adeptus sir, would you like something to eat?"

"Mortal food is not to my liking."  He continued to walk away despite hearing her disappointed 'oh.'  His eyes landed at the top of another hill, where the hall of Quince Village sat.  I should check on her Granny while I'm here.

"Welcome to my humble home!  How may I--" Granny's eyes widened significantly when she caught sight of Xiao.  "Oh my, it's been some time.  Is she alright? Has something happened?"

"Mm."  Xiao flicked his gaze around the building before he closed the distance.  "She's fine.  The Fatui will pose a significant problem.  They may come to you first."

"Oh," Granny rolled her eyes.  "Don't worry about me then, dear.  Just make sure she's safe.  I can handle the Fatui's interrogations just fine."

"There's no telling what tactics they may use or what they're after.  Make no mention of my interactions with you, nor how you found her.  It is for your own safety."

"Consider it done!  Now, would you like a cup of tea?"

...........................

"Wait, what?" You and the rest of the adventure team had returned to Quince Village on your request.  

Well...when you say 'the rest of the adventure team,' it was just you and Aether.  Diluc and Bennett had returned to Mondstat on your way here from Liyue Harbor.  After your little confrontation with Childe, he claimed there was unfinished business with the Fatui in the harbor and had to remain there.  You didn't believe it one bit.

"Yeah! Do you think he doesn't like me?" Lil Luo's shoulders drooped in sadness.  She held her tattered bunny tight against her chest.

"'An adeptus that doesn't smile," Aether met your eyes.  "That sounds like Xiao."

"W-well, when was he here?  When did this happen?"  You had to refrain from shaking her little shoulders for answers.

"U-um, maybe a week ago?  I saw him a couple more times after that, but he never smiled back at me..."

"Xiao," you whispered to yourself and scanned the fields for any sign of him.  "When was the last time you saw him?"

"Four days ago, I think."

"You want to look for him, don't you?"  Aether raised a smug brow.

"Can we?"  You pleaded.

"We're here on your request.  Might as well stay a bit, right?"

"Thank you so much!"

"You can just repay us with food," Paimon popped up and was practically drooling at her own imagination.  Aether nodded in agreement.

The three of you--correction, two of you-- climbed the hill to the village center while Paimon floated carefree alongside Aether.  The second you reached the top, you were greeted with a disturbing sight.

Fatui agents.

"W-what the hell?"  You instinctually grabbed the hilt of your sword, as did Aether.  "What are Fatui doing in Quince Village?"

"Paimon has no idea.  Let's get them!"

"Doesn't your Granny live here?" Aether sent you a worried look.

"Yes, she does."  You marched right up to the nearest agent and puffed out your chest.  "Excuse me, what's going on here? Why are you morons moving my Granny's stuff out of the house?"

"Who're you callin' morons?" The agent scoffed through his mask.  "Shouldn't you be in school or somethin'?  Scram.  Get out of here.  Damn kids."

"This is MY house," your blade pressed against his neck in a flash.  "Get off of my property."  Aether followed your lead and drew his weapon too.

"I'm afraid it isn't your home anymore," an all-too familiar deep voice flowed through the air. Zhongli shot the agent a look that caused him to leave the situation to the consultant.  "I sincerely apologize for not being in touch recently.  The funeral parlor has been quite backed-up lately thanks to Hu Tao's mismanagement."

"What are you doing here?" Paimon asked the question that was on all your minds.  "The funeral parlor is so far south of here."

"The Wangsheng Funeral Parlor serves all of Liyue," answered Zhongli.  His piercing eyes turned their attention to you and Aether.  "As you know, the parlor is partnered with the Fatui."

"And? That doesn't explain why you're here," you snarled.  Don't get anything mixed up; you were happy to see him.  But the Fatui at your house? Not as much.  

Zhongli released a short sigh and closed his eyes.  "We received a call from one of your neighbors.  It appears your grandmother died last night of a heart attack."

Something hard panged within your chest and it was suddenly difficult to breath.  "That's not...possible."

"Hey," Aether wrapped an arm around your shoulders as the world seemed to sway beneath your feet.  He slowly led you to the ground.

"That's horrible," Paimon muttered.  "Was it...painful?"

"Paimon!" Aether hushed.

"No.  It was rather quick.  She had not suffered long."  Zhongli knelt so that he was eye level with you.  "I had sent someone to meet up with you in Dihua Marsh, but it appears as though the messenger never met you.  My apologies for the oversight, dear friend."

"Then," you gulped, "why are the Fatui here?"

"Your grandmother had signed the house over to them a day or so before she passed."

"What? Why would she do that? She loves this house!"  Your tears dried before they had the chance to fall.  Your fists tightened as you struggled to determine who the enemy was.  Was it Zhongli?  He was technically Fatui if he worked with them.  Xiao could have been wrong about him.  "Who's in charge here?"

Zhongli almost appeared hesitant to answer.  Xiao managed to reach the grandmother in time, but it appears she still had to make some sort of arrangement to guarantee everyone's safety.  To think that Childe had somehow known to come here--

"Tch."  You stood up and brushed past Aether, heading directly toward the Fatui agent that had the audacity to tell a twenty year old to go back to school.  "Hey, dumbass!"  You gripped the collar of his coat and yanked him close.  "Tell me who's in charge here."

"Heh, want to fight your way out of a contract, eh?  Don't you worship the God of Contracts?  You're not gettin' your stupid house back."

"Tell me who sent you."

"A certain Harbinger," the agent taunted.

"Give me the name!"  You back-handed the masked agent hard enough to hurt him and split your knuckles wide open.  The blood splattered onto the wooden floor and soaked into his jacket.

"Hey, wait!"  Aether grabbed your shoulder.  Zhongli watched him do so.

"You're in luck, sweetheart.  You'd give quite the show badmouthing Childe."

"Wha--"  You stumbled backwards and knocked into Aether.  The two of you shared a look of shock, concern, and betrayal.  "This is all under Childe's jurisdiction?"

"Uh-huh," the agent lifted his mask slightly and wiped at his busted lip.  "He should be on his way back to Liyue Harbor by now, if you wanna try and take it up with him.  But I'm tellin' you he ain't gonna budge."

..........................

You stood alone in the rain.  Zhongli had arranged for a proper funeral and had refused to charge you for the provided services.  He had even managed to retrieve one of Granny's necklaces from the Fatui's grasp, and gave it to you.  He and Aether were alongside you, what...twenty minutes ago?  They decided to leave you alone in front of the new gravestone to grieve.  The funeral was simple, per your request to hold true to Granny's wishes.  The entire village had grieved with you.

"I'm sorry I came too late for a visit, Granny." The words came out robotic and emotionless.  The look on your face was blank.  You placed a small bouquet of glaze lilies on top of the stone; Zhongli had you sing to them before picking them.  "Things got busy, and Childe...well, I'm sure you met him, didn't you?"  You let out a dry bitter laugh that blended with the sound of raindrops.  "I love you.  Thank you for taking care of me even if I was a brat sometimes."

Could it be that you had been the cause of her death just like you had caused your parents'?  Just how much blood was on your hands?

You felt nothing yet everything at the same time.  Your eyes were dry.  After the initial shock, you hadn't shed a single tear.  Thus was your usual reaction to death; you were usually at peace with the idea of it.  If it was their time, it was their time.  But you were not convinced her death was caused by her heart.  

Childe.  Could he have resorted to such extremes to get the house? Or was it for something more?  Perhaps he was the true danger Xiao had warned you about.

Your chest ached, desperate to release the pent up storm of emotions whirling through you.  The wind picked up for a moment.  "Xiao?"  Your hoarse greeting was met with a grim-looking yaksha.  It was possible you were just imagining him in a time of need.  You hadn't seen him in a month now.

Xiao blinked and gave you a once-over as he stood beside you.  He had heard your sorrow like it was blaring in his ears.  His eyes fell to the gravestone, and his expression saddened further.  "She's dead." His question of disbelief sounded more like a tactless statement of fact.

"Yeah," you half-winced, half-scoffed at his remark.  "She's dead."  You knew all too well that he didn't mean any harm.  "Why're you standing in the rain?"

"I don't concern myself with the weather, but you should be inside.  Mortals are fragile."

"I don't particularly care at the moment." Your words cut through the rain like a blade of ice.  

She has lost all of her family now, Xiao realized.  He watched you with admiration at how strong you were acting even though it was clear you were trying not to break.

"I came back to visit and check in on her," you opened up after a few minutes of silence.  His glance towards you prompted you to continue.  "And then a little girl told me an adeptus had saved her toy bunny.  That was you, wasn't it?"

"Mm."

"Did you...see her?  My Granny?"

"I have spoken with her several times over the course of several years.  I did not think it would be the last time.  What happened?"

"Heart attack."  You swallowed.  "When I reached the house, the Fatui were clearing it out."  You caught the color draining from Xiao's face.  "What? Do you know something?"

"So my suspicions were correct," Xiao muttered distastefully.  He looked around the graveyard.  "You're sure they all left?"

"Yes.  Zhongli said that before she died she had signed a contract to hand the house over.  But she wouldn't do that so easily."

Satisfied with his scan of their surroundings, Xiao folded his arms across his chest.  "I told you I would inform you of our predicament when the time is right.  The time is now."

"After my Granny just died?"  Your undirected anger manifested at his words.  

"The Fatui are after the two of us."

"Why?"

"Our guess is they wish to create adepti soldiers or yakshas using the technique I used on you when you were a child."  Your eyes raised at 'our.'  Xiao's gaze flicked to you briefly.  "Zhongli."

"Wait, why would Zhongli be involved with this in the first place?"

"He is the former Lord of Geo, Rex Lapis--"

"Wait wait wait, he's what?!  But that's not possible, Rex Lapis is--"

"--Only a select few know his identity.  Do not go around telling."  You nodded, head spinning from all this new information.  "Childe was tasked with identifying and obtaining us.  If anyone gets their hands on an adeptus or your blood, it could spell the downfall of humankind."

"What exactly is my blood?  Why would they want me?"

"My blood runs through your veins."

"U-um...?"  You shifted uncomfortably at the thought.

"That is how I saved you," Xiao uncrossed his arms and faced you fully.  "It allows you to withstand more adeptal energy than the ordinary human, which is why I can be so close to you.  It also increases your body's healing capabilities.  It is the only reason you survived that day.  It is also the only reason you survived your lawachurl wound."

"...Why didn't you tell me this before?" You mumbled beneath your breath.  The rain hitting the earth nearly overtook the sound of your voice.  "We...We could have saved her."  Your anger leaked through your voice.  It wanted something to blame, something to lash out at.  You caught yourself before you could say or think something you didn't mean.  It was a heart attack.  Xiao is not to blame for this.  Childe is the enemy.

"Childe was listening in on our conversations.  I could not disclose this information to you so we would have the advantage to work in the dark against the him."  He stared down at the gravestone.  "I am...sorry.  I did not recognize the stress it would put her through. She was optimistic and happy when I last saw her."

You shook your head.  "I doubt it caused the heart attack.  I just want to know what they did to make her sell the house," your hands curled into fists.  "Childe will pay for this."

The two of you silently stood in the rain for some time before Xiao held his hand out to you.  "You will get sick if you stay out here longer.  Let us meet with the rest of the team."  You placed your injured hand in his, having forgot that it was aching the entire time.  Xiao's eyes narrowed at this, but he did not question you.  With your blood, it would heal by tomorrow morning.

[americxn]

Run (part 4)

wordcount: 2.8k

a/n: alright, so this was meant to be smut but I didn’t want to ruin the pacing by moving on too quickly so think of this as a little filler to the story. part 5 will be out sometime tomorrow, and it’ll be a spicy one.

Kai allowed you to distance yourself from him and the rest of the cult in the week following Liam’s death. You knew that he felt absolutely terrible for what he had forced you to endure and although he hadn’t verbalised it in the time since you had been unleashed upon Liam, the little glances and tentative smiles he passed you whenever you returned to the house were all the confirmation you needed. Kai had been quiet, thoughtful almost. And you had let him, resorting to keeping yourself busy and out of the house during the day, sometimes even spending the night elsewhere, minimising the time that you usually spent with Kai. To be honest, your own feelings were all over the place and you often found yourself gnawing on your lip, deep in thought about Kai and what he had accidentally confessed to you: “Why the fuck would I kill someone I love?”  Maybe it would have been possible at one point, for you to love him. But you were angry, a sickening feeling of betrayal unfurling deep in your gut whenever you thought about him, about how he had chosen to believe a seventeen-year-old boy that he had know for two weeks, over you. Though, it was undeniable even to you that, throughout this inner conflict with yourself, Kai’s face spent far too much time occupying the front of your mind, each time you saw him, your brain emptying completely, Kai’s name being the only thought resonating throughout you.

Kai had let you take the week off attending cult meetings, and you knew that with each additional meeting you missed, his patience wore thinner and thinner, his guilt dissipating and giving way to irritation. And if there was one thing that you had learnt from this whole ordeal, it was that Kai abandoned any sense of morals and restraint that he may have when pissed off. And so here you were, stood at the top of Kai’s stairs that would lead you to the basement. His deep voice was already echoing through the closed door to meet you. You sighed; you were late. Taking the stairs down to the door, your hand paused on the handle. The last time you had gone down these stairs was to take someone’s life.  You hastily pushed the thought aside, suppressing a shiver before pushing the door open and stepping into the room. Kai stood just before the little beige couch he usually took his spot of leader at, another cult member who you weren’t too familiar with sat to the side of him. Your spot at the other end of the couch was empty.  Kai paused as you entered, trying in vain to ignore the entirety of the cult sat on the floor before Kai, stretching the entire length of the room. He looked at you, his mouth still open in paused speech, his hands frozen in gesture in the air. You stared at him, willing your shoulders to remain pushed back ever so slightly, the gazes of everyone else in the room burning into you. “What?” You snapped, turning your head to address the other members who stared at you wide eyed. “You want me to bow or something?” You demanded in irritation. From across the room, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed was Beverly, sporting a small smile at your unchanged attitude. A sea of heads turning hastily back to Kai was your only response, causing you to grind your teeth as you lowered yourself to the floor, crossing your legs under you. “No.” Kai said quietly. Your eyes flicked to his, watching as he extended a pointed finger to your old spot on the couch. “You sit here.” He demanded coolly, leaving no time for you to respond before he continued on with his speech, his gaze leaving yours. Several lips curled at this as Kai’s command crushed any hope that he would re-elect another member to take your place as his favoured follower. You stared with cold eyes out at the group upon reclaiming your rightful place beside Kai, a sense of cruel satisfaction filling you at the way a majority of the crowd cowered from your gaze, trying their best not to make eye-contact with you. The rest of the meeting passed slowly, dragging along until you had gone from perching on the couch straight-backed, to lounging against the soft surface, your head rested in your hand. You weren’t even listening to Kai’s dismissal, jolting in alert as everyone rose to leave. You moved to do the same, praying that Kai wouldn’t say anything to you and you would just be able to blend into the group filing out of the room. But of course, that was a fool’s hope. “Wait.” Kai said, looking to you as soon as you made a step to leave. “I want to talk.” You exhaled deeply, not feeling ready to talk to him yet. You swallowed your hesitation, forcing yourself to respond. “Yeah, sure.” The wariness filling your tone was obvious as you fell back down onto the couch, Kai waiting until everyone had left the room, the basement door slamming shut, before joining you. “How have you been?” He asked coolly, angling himself on the couch so that he faced you, his knees brushing yours. You hated the way the accidental touch momentarily emptied your mind, every nerve of your being surrendering to his close proximity. You swallowed.  “Yeah, I’ve been fine. I spent a few nights with friends and stuff... that’s why I haven’t really been here.” You shrugged, your words trailing off awkwardly. “You don’t need to explain yourself.” He interjected, causing your gaze to drop to your clasped hands on your lap. His own eyes followed yours, landing on your hands. He stared at them for a moment whilst his jaw worked, causing your skin to prickle beneath his scrutiny.  “Here.” He said, holding his pinky finger out to you. You cringed away, shaking your head. “Kai, I don’t -” “Well I do, take it.” You groaned quietly but lifted your arm to begrudgingly loop your pinky with his. “You know how this works so I won’t explain it again. I want to know what you’re feeling right now.” You sighed, glancing at him as his finger tightened around yours. His eyes searched yours with unflinching intensity, trying to sort through every glint of emotion that shone there. “I don’t really know how to feel.” You answered simply, shrugging. Kai shook his head. “No. It’s more than that. Tell me.” He said flatly. You tipped your head back at his unyielding tone, knowing full well that you weren’t leaving this room until Kai knew exactly where he stood with you. “I was angry. Obviously,” you began, breaking Kai’s scrutinising gaze to instead stare at your pinky entwined with his as you continued: “But now, I kinda just want it all to go back to normal. I killed someone Kai, the others aren’t going to forget that.” “Yes, but a sick part of you enjoys the power that gives you.” You cut him a silencing glare at his interjection, his words illuminating a truth that you had already come to know but tried to ignore. “I don’t know. I feel like I’ve thought about it so much that it doesn’t really seem to matter anymore. But that’s not true; you hurt me Kai, you almost killed me.” Pain flashed across his face. Pain and understanding. But he stayed quiet, letting you verbalise your thoughts and organise them into some sort of coherence.  “For a while I thought I wanted to leave. I even thought you might let me.” You huffed a laugh at your own stupidity. “But then I realised that I wouldn’t want to leave even if I could. And it’s fucking sick of me, but I’m... for some reason, I wouldn’t want to distance myself from you anymore than I already have.” Kai’s frame went completely still beside you. You plowed on. “It’s like the moral... I don’t know, human, part of me is terrified of you, but some weird, primal part of me just wants to give myself over to you entirely.” At their verbalisation, your words seemed to come to grow into their full meaning, striking you with how starkly honest they were; your eyes prickled, a slight ache radiating from the back of your throat. “Like, I don’t know.” You mumbled, your chin beginning to wobble. You were aching to pull your pinky from his and cover your face with your hands but you refrained, not wanting to upset him. “Can you... can you say something?” You asked him in a quiet plead, your other hand rising to swipe at your eyes before any tears had the chance to fall. “I want you to keep talking.” His voice was so low it sounded like a growl. “I want you to keep talking about what you think of me.” You raised your chin to look at him, but his gaze was so strong that you couldn’t keep eye contact with him. “I feel like the longer I’ve known you, the more I’ve wanted to know you. Fuck Kai, there’s just something about you and I don’t know why it’s so scary but I ache to give myself wholly to you.” Kai’s eyes darkened beside you. “And then when you said that shit in the car, that you loved me,” you finally gathered enough courage to look at him, needing to scrutinise his face in order to determine the truth of his answer to the question you were about to ask him. Your eyes were red and teary, but you indulged in it, laying yourself out before Kai, willing him to pick your words and emotions apart to truly understand the depth of your stark honesty. “Did you mean that? Did you mean you love me in the way that you love everyone else in this cult? Or, did you mean it in a way that just applies to me?” “You’re a clever girl, y/n.” He said simply. “How do you think I meant it?” You huffed a sigh of irritation at his cryptic responses, but delved into his question. “I think -” you took a shuddering breath, struggling to put your response into a coherent answer. “I think that if you had meant it in the way that it means for everyone else here, then I would’ve been dead the second you slammed me to the concrete of that road.” He nodded slowly. “And why do you think that?” You sucked in a breath, knowing that he was goading you into dangerous territory. “Because...because you killed Winter.” You finished slowly. Kai sat back, seemingly pleased by your answer. “Exactly. See? You’re a clever girl.”  “Okay,” you sat back, disconnecting your pinky from Kai’s. His hand dropped onto his lap as you wiped at your eyes. “And what exactly does that mean for me?” He studied you unblinkingly. “It means that you can take this in any direction you want. If you decide you hate me for what I did to you, then fine. Tell me to fuck off and I promise I’ll oblige you.” You processed his words, sucking on your teeth in thought. “Or, you can decide to give me a chance to make it up to you. I meant what I said, y/n. I’ve felt that way for a long time, and I will do anything for you to reciprocate that feeling.” He stood, sparing you once last glance before striding for the basement door. Pausing before the door, he threw his parting words over his shoulder: “Just whatever you decide, please stay in the house. The guest room is still set up for you. I hate not knowing who you’re with.” 

You couldn’t sleep that night, mulling the conversation over and over in your head until Kai’s voice was the only thing occupying your brain. You tossed onto your side for the twentieth time, your eyes staring at the small line of light shining in through the crack under the door of the guest room. It was unsettlingly familiar, taking you back to the confined darkness of the closet Kai had thrown you in.  You flipped onto your back once more with a huff, throwing the covers back so that the upper part of your body was exposed to the cool air. Kai’s room was just down the hall. Your stomach fluttered in forbidden possibility.  Would he be asleep? If you went to him, would he kick you out? You turned your head to the little digital alarm clock on the bedside table. The red numbers flashed, notifying you that it was 2.30 am.  Your hands fell onto your face.  Stop fucking thinking about him, you urged yourself for the hundredth time, sleep evading you a little bit more with each time that your mind circled back to your earlier conversation. You bit your lower lip harshly in irritation, your arms flopping onto the pillow above your head. A flurry of butterflies swirled about in your stomach. Just go to him; he wants it more than you do. But it shouldn’t be so easy to forgive the man that almost killed me? Almost. And he would’ve if he didn’t want to keep you around. Yes, how flattering. He’s Kai Anderson, killing is like second nature to him. “Fuck.” You whispered into the dark room, interrupting your conversation with yourself. “Talking to myself? I’m going insane.”  You didn’t give yourself a chance to reconsider, flinging the covers all the way back and lowering your feet to the cold wooden floor. Padding with bare feet to the door, you paused, looking down at yourself.  Are tiny pajama shorts and t-shirt too much? You shook your head, forcing your inner voice to shut up. He’s probably asleep it won’t even matter, you reasoned with yourself, quietly pulling open the door and looking out into the dark hallway. Kai’s door was right across the hall and you crossed the space quickly, the intensity of your butterflies momentarily causing your nerve slip. You reminded yourself once more that it was just Kai and that, even if he wasn’t interested in you, he probably wouldn’t give a shit if you decided that you wanted to spend the night in his bed.  You pushed open the door, not daring to breathe as you stepped into the darkness of the room beyond. The dim light flooding into the room fell over Kai’s large bed, his form a lump huddled under the covers on far side of the bed. You looked at him for a moment, at how small he looked huddled at the very edge of the otherwise empty bed. His breaths were deep and even as you eased the door closed beside you, skirting carefully around the bed to the other side and slipping onto the mattress beside him, turning so that you were back-to-back.  His breaths faltered slightly at the movement beside him and you froze, slowly lowering your head to the pillow. “Y/n?” He mumbled, the words accompanied by a shuffling sound that notified you that he had turned over to look at you.  You craned your own neck to look at his darkened face, swallowing.  “Sorry,” you breathed, “I couldn’t sleep.” “That’s fine.” He reassured you quietly, his voice softened by sleep. “Here, get under the covers, you’ll get cold.” Your heart ached at his gentle command and he watched you carefully as you maneuvered your way under his covers, sighing at the immediate warm the thick duvet provided as it settled over your bare legs. “Goodnight, y/n.” Kai muttered as soon as he was sure you had settled, turning back around to snuggle deeper into the covers. “Goodnight, Kai.” You replied quietly, his pillow significantly softer than the one in the guest room beneath your cheek. Your eyes drifted closed, a sense of stillness and peace finally settling over your mind in the warmth of Kai’s bed. “Y’know,” Kai began, his voice muffled by his pillow, “I just can’t stop thinking about you.”  A grin spread over your face at his words and you pushed yourself backwards slightly, sighing when your back came into contact with Kai’s. “That’s the reason I came in here.” You admitted to Kai, who merely grunted in acknowledgement, your words lost on his sleep-addled mind. You were asleep within minutes, Kai’s warmth leeching into you, the sound of his soft breaths lulling you into a satisfying sleep. taglist: @kitwalker02 @three-eyed-snail @forevercountess @kitwalkerangel @milly-louise @thecountessesglove  (if you wanna be added or removed to let me know)

[wannabemobwife]

Guns, Glamour and Goodfellas - Chapter 13

Chapter 13: Revenge Never Felt So Good

Dad!Mob!Tom x Mom!Mob!Reader

-Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader, Rosie Holland x Henry Osterfield

-Warnings: Guns, bombing, language, murder, blood, hints to smut (none actual smut), typos, shitty writing, torture I guess

-Words: 4.9K

A/n: Can we get back to mob stuff? Please. I want to apologize for this chapter, it is absolute shit and I could tell by writing it. Kind of a filler chapter. Sorry it is long.

Chapter 13: Revenge Never Felt So Good

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It had been a week, since you got your memories back and you declared your love for Tom once more. Right after that, you and Tom were on the first train to Paris, refusing to fly for awhile.

You and Tom returned last night, just in time to see Parker and Rosie off to school the next morning. While you and Tom had been enjoying a second honeymoon in the city of love, Nikki and Dom so graciously offered to watch the kids. Everything was falling back into full swing. Parker and Rosie were going to school regularly. Rosie spending all her time with Henry and Parker still living his secret double life.

Things going back to normal. Somewhat.

It was a typical morning, but anytime everyone every thinks that, something gets massively screwed up. You woke up early to make pancakes and bacon.

“So what is plan for everyone today?” You asked, sipping at your steaming cup of coffee.

“Well, Rosie and I have school,” Parker explained.

“I have plans with Henry,” Rosie chimed in.

“I have meetings all day, love.” Tom said, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek.

“Ok, so I’m all alone today,” you muttered, a little disappointed.

“I’m sorry darling, you could join me. You know much I love it when you sit in my lap during meetings. Really show them who’s boss,” Tom said, wrapping you in his embrace.

“No, it’s ok. I have some errands to run anyway.”

“Alright, angel. I love you. I’ll see you for dinner.”

“I love you too. Come on, kids. In the car we go.” You said, pushing everyone out the door.

“Why is Jared not driving?” Parker asked.

“Cause, I have errands to run and besides he’s driving your dad today.”

“Now let’s go.” You said as Parker and Rosie hopped into the car.

Tom was having a hard time returning to his mob personality. Some business was conducted in Paris, you tagged along and enjoyed every minute of it. Tom sometimes overcompensated for not being as dangerous and intimidating. He had grown soft taking care of you after the helicopter crash. Helping you get your memory took most of his time, he had to step away from the mob for awhile. But you were his top priority.

Tom couldn’t remember the last time he sat in his office doing business. He missed it. He missed the thrill of torturing someone, having them beg for their life in front of him. He missed the feeling of firing his gun.

“Tom, you’re late,” Haz said as Tom got out of the car.

“Sorry not sorry Haz, I enjoyed breakfast with Y/N and the kids this morning,” Tom responded.

“I have to tell you something.”

“What? It’s never good news if it’s right when I get here.”

“We’re down two more.” Harrison mumbled referring to then decreasing number of soldiers part of the Holland Empire.

“Are you fucking serious? Haz, I’m so fucking tired of this bullshit. My men are getting fucking killed. Everything has gone to shit,” Tom screamed, enraged.

“Tom, we’ll figure it out. Just need to keep your cool.” Haz said, trying to avoid Tom’s wrath.

“Easier said than done. Alright, who’s here,” Tom asked, trying to forget about everything else.

“William.” Haz said with a straight face.

“What? Why? He’s always been loyal,” Tom questioned. One of his most valuable men, working against him, the rat?

“I got word from the soldiers he has been taking bribes from Parker,” Harrison explained.

“What the fuck for? Well, I guess we’ll find out.” Tom said, walking into the main room of the warehouse.

“William, I’d never thought it would be you in this chair.” Tom said, walking up to one of his most trusted employees.

“Tom, you gotta believe me. I didn’t do anything. I’m not the rat,” William pleaded. He knew what had been happening to the mob.

“Did you or did you not take money from Parker?” Tom asked.

“Yes, he just wanted to get out of the manor at night. So, he paid me to turn a blind eye.”

“Where was he going?”

“I don’t know, I assumed to some girl’s house.” “William, I trust you. So I’m going to let you off with a warning, but you can’t let him sneak out anymore. I’m afraid we are being targeted. If he tries to leave, you have to tell me.”

“Yes, boss. I’m sorry.” William apologized.

“It’s ok, but you understand what needs to happen right? I can’t be looking like I’ve gone soft,” Tom asserted.

“Yeah, I can take it. It’s ok,” William said, gritting his teeth as he waited for the collision of Tom’s fist to his cheek. Tom winded up to deliver one swift punch to William’s left eye. Not breaking the skin but creating a dark purple blotch.

All of Tom’s frustrations have been channeled into his mob duties. Each punch riddled with anger and frustration. A release of catharsis combined with blood. Tom wears the smell of blood and death like a perfume.

The rest of the day was full of uneventful meetings. Meetings with business associates, actual business associates for the company.

When Tom came home, he planned to confront Parker about his whereabouts if he tried to sneak out again. Everyone retired, you went to sleep first and Rosie went to her room. Parker said, he was going to bed but Tom could see right through him.

Tom was sitting in the den, sipping a glass of watered down whiskey. Waiting for his son to disobey him. At 11:55 PM, Parker made his way downstairs ever so slightly. Only to be met with the dagger eyes of Tom.

“Where the fuck do you think you are going?” Tom asked as Parker tried to sneakily leave.

“I… I thought I heard noise outside and I’m going to go check on it,” Parker stammered. Getting caught by Tom was not part of the plan.

“Oh, ok. Parker the guards can do that. Go back to bed.” Tom said, turning back to the TV in the den, broadcasting Raiders of the Lost Ark.

“Ok. Night, dad,” Parker said, trudging himself back up the steps.

“Night…. I know, you’re lying,” Tom whispered loud enough for Parker to hear.

“What? I’m not lying.”

“Parker, I know you’ve sneaking out for weeks and bribing William.”

“Dad, I’m sorry,” Parker immediately started apologizing, no bother in trying to lie himself out of this one.

“Why have you been sneaking out?” Tom questioned, seething with anger but refusing to show it. Trying to have a mature adult conversation.

“I’ve been going to a girl’s house, her name is Jamie.”

“Oh, glad you find someone. You know after everything with Charlotte,” Tom replied.

“Well since I told you the truth, can I go? We made the plan a couple days ago and don’t want to cancel,” Parker lied.

“Alright, just be back before sunrise or your mother will have may head,” Tom informed him.

“Thanks dad, you should get some sleep,” Parker said, making his way out of the heavily guarded house.

Parker left as quickly as possible. He knew Wilson would be pissed for him being late. The talk with Tom was not how this was supposed to happen.

He couldn’t betray his family and himself anymore.

Parker hoped this was the last time he would have to talk to him. He planned to quit, after the conversation with Dom. Parker had become everything he hated, someone who kills for sport.

“Wilson, this is the last thing I’m doing then, I’m out,” Parker said, walking towards Wilson.

“We’ll talk about it later, my boy,” Wilson said, patting Parker’s shoulder.

“Alright who am I killing? You never gave me a target.” Parker shouted at Wilson walking.

“Oh, this isn’t a hit, it’s a robbery. Here’s your new firearm,” One of Wilson’s men explained, tossing a MP5K at him.

“You okay kid? You know if you’re too much of pussy the boss might understand,” jeered one of the men as Parker gulped at the size of the weapon.

“Fuck you, I’m fine. Let’s just get this over with,” Parker barked, trying to put his mind aside. He has never done anything like this. It wasn’t just one person he was killing, it was the possibility of having many causalities. Altering his persona from a hitman to a mass murderer.

A million thoughts flooded Parker’s mind. He wouldn’t be killing people who deserved it like before, contract killers or drug dealers, these were innocent people. Stupid people for gambling all their hard earned money away but nonetheless innocent.

Parker’s heart nearly stopped when he saw where the van pulled up to. A place he knew all too well, it was one of Tom’s casinos.

The company that Dom had built, but all the Holland boys sent thriving in the new century, was more than it seemed. Holland Exportation and Luxuries was much more than exporting goods.

It was casinos that ran all along the French Riviera, more specifically Monaco. It was hotels across the entire globe. It was a business but not the family one. More of a front for the mob but it paid the bills. Harry and Sam had been in charge of running and establishing the hotels and casinos across Europe.

“Y’know your way around, right? That’s why the boss put you on this.” One of men asked Parker as he fiddled with his new machine gun.

“I guess so.” Parker replied.

“Here’s a map. Where are the guards? Which posts?” Asked a soldier, pointing to the main entrance hallways, where security was sure to be.

“I don’t know.”

“So we’re going in there fucking blind? Fuck, thought you’d be good for something. Just stay out of our way,” yelled one of the capos.

“No. I’m taking point. If you have a problem, you can fucking talk to me about it along with my Glock,” Parker threatened.

“Alright. Don’t screw this up. The boss wants big bucks from this. Says “it’s step two in the fall of the empire.” Whatever the fuck that means.”

“On my count, 1, 2… 3,” Parker screamed.

They came storming in, barricading all the entrances and exits. Parker and Wilson’s men clad in all black and payday masks. All various colors and designs. They looked as they were trick or treating.

This was the last thing Parker wanted to be doing. He came today to quit and now he was robbing a casino.

Parker kept repeating a mantra in his head “Last one, then I’m done” as held his gun high. Pointing it directly at innocents, he could see them shaking in fear.

“EVERYONE ON THE GROUND NOW!” He shouted, aiming his machine gun high.

“Don’t you fucking touch that button. I know what it fucking does.” Parker barks at the person behind the token counter. “Open the vault.” Parker said, pointing the gun at him.

“Why should I?” remarked the worker.

“Cause I fucking said so and I’m threatening your life,” Parker explained

“Enough of this shit!” He screamed, firing a few rounds close to the worker but not hitting him.

“You don’t have to do this. You could walk out of here, all of you. And we could go on with our lives. No need for money or the cops.”

“I think we both know that’s not gonna happen. I’ll ask nicely, please open the vault,” Parker mocked. “Boss said “start killing hostages in 10 minutes.” One of the other men whispered in Parker’s ear.

“Did you fucking hear that? We’re gonna fucking kill you if you don’t cooperate. So I suggest you open… the fucking… vault.”

“Sir, we can’t.”

“See this gun. LOOK AT IT! It has the power to put a bullet through your skull. Open the fucking vault. I won’t ask a fifth time.”

“That’s it. Now, type in the code.” Parker directed towards them.

The vault door creaked open, revealing trappings of pure wealth. Money stacked on tables, almost reaching the ceiling. And gold bars, glistened as the light reflected off of them.

“Now was that so fucking hard. Take all of it. Everything, even the gold.” Parker said, directly towards his men.

“Thank you, you’ve served you purpose,” Parker said to the worker, shooting him dead not even 3 seconds later. The screams of the other hostages echoed through the vacated room.

“Now to everyone here, there’s already one dead. I don’t mind making it more,” Parker barked.

“What’s your name?” Parker asked the nice looking girl kneeling on the ground.

“It’s not nice to not answer when someone asks you question, especially someone with a 9 caliber MP5K in your face. I ask again. What’s your name?” Parker spoke.

“Jane,” she whispered, shaking with fear.

“Well Jane, I want to thank you for your cooperation. You are in charge of talking to the cops, ok? And let your boss know, that Wilson is always watching,” Parker said, as he turned to leave.

“I will but you won’t get as far as you hoped,” Jane asserted, trying not to irritate Parker.

“And why’s that?”

“I know you. I remember you. You’d come in here with your dad.”

“You don’t know fucking shit!” Parker screamed.

“I know your name and that puts me at a high position of power,” Jane expressed, growing less afraid by the second. Realizing he is just some scared boy. Maybe not afraid of his own shadow but broken down by the fear of the world.

“I’m the one pressing fucking gun to your head. I HAVE ALL THE POWER!” Parker vociferated loud enough to shake the chandelier hanging above.

“You wish. Men like you always wish.”

“Seems like you’re doing some wishing yourself sweetheart. Wishing to be escorted out of here in a body bag. Now shut your fucking trap.”

“Hey. Let’s go. Leave her.” One of the Wilson’s men said, pulling Parker towards the exit.

“He still loves you and he’ll forgive you for this,” Jane shouted as Parker left.

Refusing to turn back, he had taken enough lives from this ill attempt at revenge. Parker didn’t know who he was fighting against anymore. Who was the hero and who was the villain?

All the wrongdoings as vast as the sea. All his attempts to make someone pay were misconstrued. Who actually deserved it?

The words of the woman replayed in Parker’s head. She was like a broken record, forcing him to listen to a truth he hoped to forget. How could Tom forgive him? Parker knew what he done was unforgivable. It was a mistake, all of it.

Parker marched into Wilson’s office and said, “Ever since I started working for you, my family has been in danger. I thought my dad was the reason for my girlfriends death, but I was wrong. I guess I’ll never know. Here Wilson, my gun. I quit.”

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? I own you. I could end you, boy. Just like I almost did your parents,” Wilson barked.

“What?” Parker questioned, a look of confusion are on his face.

“Oh, please. You really think it was just a malfunction,” Wilson scoffed.

“What are you talking about?” Parker asked.

“Their helicopter. Pretty brilliant work, if I do say so myself,” Wilson gloated.

“They almost died.”

“Yeah and so? Your dad is my enemy. That is the whole reason you came to me in the first place.”

“You promised you wouldn’t hurt them,” Parker screamed. “Promises are meant to be broken. They don’t call me the Merchant of Death for nothing.”

Wilson was ready for the fight and been the one pulling the strings the entire time. Tom warranted no quarrel. Never being the instigator in a fight with Wilson.

They had been divided for years to come, focusing on their separate mobs. Only acknowledging each other if they accidentally crossed paths. There was Wilson’s mob, then a few others scattered round London such as Graham’s which was almost non-existent and Shaw’s which was mostly the drug scene. But Wilson was Tom’s biggest competitor. Being a part of then game for years before didn’t matter, Tom eclipsed Wilson just like the sun does the moon.

Or the moon to the sun, that was exactly Wilson’s play from the start. Taking out the pillars of Tom’s life. First a reason to have his son turn on him, the death of a loved one. Next, removing you from Tom’s grasp. Eventually a play had to be made on Rosie. Leaving Tom utterly alone.

Only thoughts that would cross his mind be suicidal ones, having lost everything he ever cared about. It was a long play, one Wilson vowed to see through. Wilson saw all his work as justice and merciful. Almost biblical, they way everything was playing out.

“It was you. All along. The fucking puppet master,” Parker mumbled under his breath.

“If you are talking about your little girlfriend, that was strictly business, nothing personal. But yes, I have been the one behind the scenes driving your father mad. Remember the note?” Wilson exclaimed.

“She didn’t deserve to die,” Parker shouted.

“What? Are you really upset? That was ages ago. Plus, I had to get you on my side somehow,” Wilson teased.

“Wait, you knew I’d come here?”

“Parker, how stupid are you? When will you grow up and learn this rivalry is just the beginning of a war. What side are you going to be on? You have a choice. I’ve warmed to you and I want you on my side as I take your daddy down.”

“That’s your first fucking mistake don’t have any weaknesses,” Parker admitted, taking a lesson from Tom. He drew is gun, point blank at Wilson.

“Parker, what are you doing? Put the gun down,” Wilson pleaded for his life.

“No, you made me into a cold blooded killer. Not my dad. I quit.”

BANG

After a loud thud sounded, the room was silent. Only a faint smell of smoke from the gun was there as Parker fled as quickly as possible.

Parker made his way home that night a changed man. All his kills in the pass were strictly business. Never driven by emotion but this one was personal.

It wasn’t a job or a hit. He was no longer a contract killer. Killing for the sake of money or an obligation. He was cold blooded killer.

In some twisted way, Parker enjoyed Wilson and his company. Looking up to him. He was then one who saved him from the horrible life he thought he was leaving behind. The one full of deceit and betrayal. The one with Tom, you and Rosie.

The one that led him to be next leader of the Holland mob. The one that resulted in the death of his beloved girlfriend. The one that had almost taken you and Tom away from him. The one that almost took his life. The one that forced him to kill for sport.

But no, he was wrong Parker brought that on himself. Parker’s naivety was his greatest enemy. He was just a child not too long ago. Once afraid of his own shadow, then afraid of failing at life and school, especially the SATs. Now, he was an adult burdened by problems a 16 year old should ever face. He could sit there and blame Tom, but it would do him no good when all he had to do was look in the mirror.

Parker was his own worst enemy. Searching for justice, when none could be found in a world wear mobsters roamed. Causing shootouts, robbing banks, and killing innocent people. People deserved to be avenged and Parker sure as hell wasn’t doing anything to aide.

Parker drove home, took four showers and threw his clothes away. Anything to wash off this abhorrent day. The next morning, Parker went on like nothing had changed. As if he didn’t shoot his boss and Tom’s rival in cold blood. As if didn’t only see himself as a cold blooded killer. Everything that he is and everything he owns soiled with the scent of murder.

He played it as though it was any other morning. Eating his pancakes and bacon before starting the day. Telling you about his plans for the day. Trying to keep his cool. The lovely morning breakfast conversation was interrupted once Tom’s phone rang.

RING, RING, RING

“Haz, why are you calling me? I’m having breakfast with my family,” Tom asked, annoyed his precious breakfast was interrupted. “Charlie is here, you need to get here. I have to tell you something,” Haz informed Tom. “Ok, I’m on my way,” Tom said, brushing off the request. Why would the

company’s electrical engineer for aeronautical transportation be there?

“Love, I’m so sorry but I’m needed at the warehouse. Thank you for this wonderful breakfast, wish I could enjoy it. Bye, kids. Have a good day at school,” Tom said, making his way out the door. Bidding you all goodbye.

“Haz, what’s was so urgent that I couldn’t finish my breakfast.” Tom barked, annoyed he was pulled away from you and the kids even on a Saturday.

“We were robbed last night. The casino.” Haz explained, his head hanging low.

“How the fuck? Did they catch them?” Tom seethed with anger.

“No, we do have eye witnesses though.”

“How much is missing?”

“About 11 million dollars, from cash to gold bars.” Haz said, waiting for Tom to explode.

“FUCK. We need to make them pay. I’m done playing fucking games.” Tom shouted, calming himself down for his meeting with Charlie.

“Now, you said Charlie was here, right?”

“Yeah, in your office.”

“Charlie? What are you doing here?” Tom asked, a little annoyed he was taken away from his morning with his family.

“Tom, I ran my report and did diagnostics tests and it’s not good,” Charlie started.

“What the fuck does that mean, Charlie?” Tom yelled.

“I think the helicopter was sabotaged.”

“What? You mean is that someone tried to take out my wife and I while we were on a helicopter,” Tom repeated, making all the connections necessary .

“Yes, it wasn’t just a normal malfunction. Did they ever find the pilot?” Charlie asked.

“No… Jesus fucking christ, if it’s true then…Fuck, I’m sorry I have to go,” Tom yelled, running out to the car.

“Jared, home now.”

“Mr. Holland is everything alright?” Jared asked, concerned by Tom’s frantic manner.

“No. I just found out the helicopter was sabotaged. I think someone might being trying to take out Y/N and I.”

“Come on baby, pick up,” Tom whispered, frantically dialing your number over and over.

“Y/N answer the god damm phone!” Tom shouted, when heard the same voice message over and over again, “Hi, this Y/N Holland please leave your name and number and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible.”

“God fucking dammit. Fuck, voicemail. Jared do you know where my wife is?” Tom yelled, afraid what your silence meant.

“Last I heard she was at the store getting groceries,” Jared explained.

“Fuck, I have here location on my phone. Change course,” Tom barked, praying you were okay. With the information he just learned he didn’t want to leave you alone, not even for a second.

“Y/N! You’re okay.” Tom said, inhaling a breath of relief. You were coming out of the store pushing a cart of groceries.

“Tom! Of course, I’m okay. What are you doing here?” You asked.

“I’ll explain later. Get Parker and Rosie we need to go home now.”

“They’re already home. Henry’s there also. You’re scaring me.” You said, Tom never acts like this.

Being a part of a mob there is a constant fear of someone behind you. All throughout Tom’s life he only had to worry about himself until he met you.

Tom’s worst fear is him being the reason you no longer walk the earth. The last week he had glimpse of life without you and didn’t care for it one bit. You weren’t a weakness but at the same time, you were. For anyone with a dangerous job there’s always a target on your back.

“Come on, love. In the car,” Tom motioned towards the car.

“Tommy, my car is here. I’ll meet you there,” you said, kissing his cheek goodbye.

“Ok just be careful please.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Ok, Jared. Home now plea—“ Tom directed but was cut off by a loud BOOM.

“Jared, what the fuck was that?” Tom asked.

“Sir, it was Mrs. Holland’s car.”

“Y/N! Y/N?” Tom jumped out of the car. Nothing else mattered in that moment, only finding you.

Time stood still as thick black smoke bled through the air. Coating everything in its path with a faint ash. Screams echoed from the bystanders as the car went up in flames.

“Tom, I’m okay. It wasn’t mine.” You exasperated, coughing from the smoke. It wasn’t your car but it was close in proximity.

“Thank god. I can’t keep almost losing you,” Tom whispered, kissing you hairline.

“I’m here now.” The second you were in his arms you knew you were safe.

“Yes you are. It sure does look hell a lot like yours, though. Come on, I’m taking you home,” Tom said, wrapping his right arm around your shoulder.

Pulling up to the manor, everything looked different. There were more guards posted at every corner with heavier weaponry. Tom had the gate barricaded with another car in case some where to ram into the gate.

“Jesus, what took you so long?” Haz said

“They tried to bomb Y/N’s car. Thankfully the dumb fucks who planted it, picked the wrong car.”

“Tom you need to tell me what’s going on.”

“I will. Family meeting in the living room. Now.”

“Some of us have some secrets to share. I want to know everything that happened here while your mother and I were in Paris. Someone start talking,” Tom said, pacing in front of Parker and Rosie sitting on the couch.

Rosie and Parker were both hiding something. Rosie’s however was a rather monumental milestone. Rosie reminisced of her wonderful night with Henry while you and Tom were away. She loved Henry so much and was overjoyed to share that experience with him.

Rosie had told Henry at the wedding that she was ready to take that next step with him. Seeing you and Tom re-commit yourselves to one another affirmed that for Rosie. That she loved him more than anything.

“I’m sorry, dad. You don’t have to worry, we were safe,” Rosie blurted out.

“What?” Tom barked growing more anger by the second.

“Henry and I used a condom,” Rosie responded.

“Rosie?” You questioned, knowing what she was talking about.

“WHAT?” Tom screamed.

“That’s not what you were hinting at?” Rosie stammered.

“No, this is about Parker,” Tom reckoned.

“Fuck,” she mumbled under her breath.

“Where the fuck is he?” Tom yelled, bolting out of the living room. Looking for the boy who had stolen Rosie’s innocence. You and Rosie soon followed hoping Tom wouldn’t do anything rash.

“Dad!”

“Tom!”

“Henry, you bastard! You fucked my daughter!” Tom shouted charging at Henry.

“Oh shit,” Henry muttered, he knew Tom could kill him in an instant.

“You went in my daughter! What’s stopping me from killing you right now.” Tom asked with gritted teeth, hoping this dumbass wouldn’t answer.

“Tom, put him down,” you said, as Tom was gripping his collar and dangling him in the air.

“Daaaadddd.”

“Tom, please,” you pleaded as Tom held a gun square to Henry’s head.

“The safety is on, I was never gonna shoot him. Just make him shit his pants a little. From now on, you two can’t be here alone. And if you are in your room the door needs to stay open,” Tom said, pointing fingers at Rosie and Henry.

“I believe we have more important business to get to. Now come on,” you said, pulling Tom away.

“Y/N, you know I was never going to actually hurt the boy right?”

“Yes, Tommy. Now please resume the family meeting.”

“Parker. Do you have something to tell us?” Tom asked, knowing his son will lie.

“I’ve been sneaking out at night and I’m sorry,” Parker started, you could hear the disappointment behind his voice.

“Why? I know it’s not because of a girl. I want to know everything,” Tom explained, fucking tired of all the lies.

“Everything?”

“Everything.”

Parker began by explaining how he felt by the loss of Charlotte and how he turned to Wilson. In Parker’s mind he was doing the right thing. Serving justice to those who wronged others. But in reality he was the one committing the wrongdoings.

Parker came clean that he was the one killing all of Tom’s men and that he killed Jazz. That he went Wilson before coming to Tom. Becoming Wilson’s secret hitman was never supposed to go this far. He only intended for it to be a big fuck you to Tom. Not destroy his livelihood and his family in the process.

Including all the details of Wilson’s secret agenda of taking you and Tom out. But Parker left out the fact that Wilson was no longer a threat. Having taken care of him the day before.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve never been this naive and stupid. I’m the one you’ve been searching for. I’m the rat,” Parker exclaimed. “Dad, say something,” he pleaded.

“Get out,” Tom said with an unchanging expression.

“What?”

“I said get the fuck out!”

“Tom,” you tried to reason.

“You are no longer my son. Betraying me, betraying your family. Get out.” Tom screamed.

A/n: I’m sorry. I like the content in this chapter but not the writing.

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Day 1: Logince

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Day 1: Your soulmate’s name is on your wrist.

Content: Flower/Tattoo Shop AU, background character death (unspecified cause, none of the sides), that’s pretty much it, it’s just soft Logince.

Word count: 2.7k

A small ding from the store entrance pulled Roman out of his thoughts, and he groaned softly. It was nearing the end of his shift, almost closing time, and another customer at this time would probably mean he was staying after hours again. All he wanted to do was go home and watch cheap reality TV in his sweatpants while shoveling handfuls of hot cheetos into his mouth. So sue him, it had been a long day. But nooo. Someone else had just walked in, probably someone with a very specific style that was out of season and they would argue for half an hour, no matter how many times he explained that tulips aren’t blooming right now, Vanessa! 

Sure, usually his customers were great. Nervous first anniversaries, eccentric brides, all that romance stuff. He loved it. And they were usually all too willing to give him a budget and a color scheme and let him go wild, which was the best part about his job. He was good at it, too. His boss had seen his eye for style and almost immediately gave him solo shifts, which meant decently good pay and hours alone to belt out songs amongst the flowers and daydream to his heart’s content. It was a small enough business that the only mandatory part of his outfit was a green apron, so he could wear whatever he wanted, and he didn’t need a pesky nametag. Those had always weirded him out just a bit. So yeah, he loved his job, but right now, he knew himself too well. He had awful luck. 

With a forced customer service grin, he poked out of the backroom and began his usual spiel of, “Thanks for coming to The Rainbow Bouquet, what can I get started…” 

His words died in his throat at the mere sight of the man before him. Never had he been so equally attracted and frightened at the same time.

He was tall, probably just taller than him, but he held himself in a way that made Roman feel miniscule. Both arms were covered in tattoo sleeves, the left one a flurried mix of black and white and color, beautiful strips of pink and blue galaxies blending with grayscale skulls and clocks. The other had more order; shadows of a forest growing from around his wrist, shimmering mist curling up over his bicep and ending with a full moon stamped on his shoulder like a crest. A corner of something peaked up around the collar of his torn vest, and if Roman had to guess, there were most likely plenty more tattoos that were covered by his ripped black jeans and blue Nasa shirt. Not that his mind was going there at all, no siree. 

Once Roman’s brain had screeched to a halt back in his body, he spoke again.

“What can I get started for you today?”

The man swallowed with difficulty, taking in the rows and rows of flowers surrounding him. He definitely didn’t look in his element.

“I need an arrangement for my mother. She’s in the hospital.”

Ah, the part of the job that Roman didn’t enjoy. Probably half the orders that came in were for sick people or funerals, and those were always a lot harder to arrange. It was always hard to find joy in creating for something so dismal.

“I’m sorry to hear. Did you have anything specific in mind? Does she have a favorite flower?”

“Daisies. She likes Daisies,” He murmured, still admiring the space around him. Roman couldn’t help but smile at the man’s expression. It was just a little awe inspired, a little bit of childish wonder, under that rough exterior. It was a gorgeous shop, that’s one of the reasons Roman had started working there.

“That’s good, it makes it a little easier for me to design something when I have that to go off of. Do you have a budget, or…”

He shook his head weakly, finally turning to look at Roman. “Price isn’t an issue. This is one of the last things I’m going to be able to give her.”

“Oh,” Roman whispered, slowly putting down the pen he’d been writing with, “I’m so sorry.”

“It can’t be changed. There’s no point in losing sleep over it.”

“Just because it’s going to happen doesn’t mean it doesn’t suck. You’re allowed to be sad about it.”

The man narrowed his eyes, giving Roman a once over before lifting his chin slightly. “I don’t need advice from a stranger.”

“Of course you don’t,” Roman quickly corrected, remembering he was still at work, “My apologies. When did you want to pick it up?”

“I’m visiting her tomorrow at noon. Could it be ready by then?”

“You bet. Can I have a name for the pick up?”

“Logan.” Roman’s pen skittered over his notepad, almost falling through his fingers. 

Having a common name on your wrist was a curse in and of itself. And poor him, the hopeless romantic that he was, had met countless “Logan’s” in his day, and consequently fallen for most of them at first introduction, only to figure out quickly that they weren’t destined for a “Roman”. As inconspicuously as possible, he tried to glance down at Logan’s wrist, only finding a mass of swirling tattoos covering his skin. Dammit. There were some people born without soulmates, or had their soulmark fade to nothingness when their person passed away, and he tried not to think too terribly hard on which one Logan was. He tampered his rush of excitement as quickly as it had arisen and turned back to his notes, ignoring Logan’s raised eyebrow at his sudden stop.

Roman scribbled down the name and phone number as it was given, setting down the notepad with a customer service smile. The man spent no time dawdling, immediately starting towards the door, only to hesitate before walking out.

“Her favorite color is yellow.”

Roman nodded, the fake smile slowly morphing into an authentic one. “I can work with that.”

It was now a week after Logan had picked up the bouquet, a somewhat awkward interaction filled with small compliments towards the arrangement and Roman nearly dropping the flowers as their fingers touched while passing it over. As he was ringing up the total, he’d been able to uphold a brief conversation where Logan revealed he was a tattoo artist (no shock, considering he showed more inked skin than plain), and Roman showed off his rose tattoo on his upper arm. It would have been fine if the conversation ended there, but no, Logan had to reach up tentatively to brush his finger along the edge of the piece, commenting off handedly about how the color had started to fade.

“How long ago did you get this done?”

“Probably ten years, give or take.”

“You’re what, mid twenties? There’s no way you were legal ten years ago.”

“Who said I was?” It was said with a small wink that made Logan pull his hand away, an action that immediately dampened Roman’s mood.

“If you ever want it touched up, come by the shop. It’s just down the road.”

Roman had promised to consider, pulling the collar of his long sleeve shirt back up over the rose and bidding the man a good visit to his mother. Even now, a full week later, he couldn’t help his thoughts that were so centered around the tattoo artist. So maybe that was why Logan walked back into the shop the following Wednesday. I simped so hard I summoned him, Roman thought weakly as the gorgeous man strode straight up to the counter, leaning on it like he owned it. 

“I have a question.”

“What’s your question?  

“A client asked me yesterday to design a tattoo for her. A bouquet, seen from the top, and all she specified was it should feature hydrangeas, and she asked me to, quote, ‘go nuts’.”

“This isn’t sounding like a question so far.”

Logan sighed apprehensively, adjusting his glasses, “I was hoping you could give me some ideas on how to start. All the tips I found online contradicted each other in some way or another, and the arrangement you created for my mother was so well done…”

He trailed off, giving Roman a look that clearly said I need your help but don’t make me ask for it. Chuckling slightly, he leaned onto the counter as well, his face inches away from Logan’s. For the first time, he could see the small piercing on the man’s tongue as he sighed again. God, that’s hot.

“I’ll help you. On one condition.” 

“Being?” 

“Help me design my next tattoo.” In full honesty, he hadn’t even considered a second tattoo until that second. 

“Deal.” There was no hesitation in his answer, and he took Roman’s offered hand, barely shaking it in the small space between them. 

“Alright!” Roman pulled back, satisfied but disappointed as their hands separated, “Let’s talk flowers!”

And talk they did. For hours, in fact. It started with Logan’s tattoo dilemma, and Roman’s skillful eye and creative mind solved that problem in a flash, crudely drawing out a bouquet idea that fit all the criteria. The tattoo artist took it from there, using the notepad paper and Roman’s sketch, along with a quick round of the shop to see what the recommended flowers, fillers, and greens would all look like, and drew out a detailed piece that put Roman’s own art talent to shame. After explaining that his shift was done at the parlor and he had the rest of the afternoon free, Roman invited Logan to stay for a while longer, seeing as his day had dragged on customer-less so far, and he was bored. Plus, now was as good a time as any to pay back the favor. Two mugs of breakroom coffee later, the two were huddled around the counter, Roman describing his ideas and Logan sketching them like there was no tomorrow. Maybe half way through the brainstorm, the conversation switched to Logan’s mother (which he talked about hesitantly), then to Roman’s family, slowly changing to the absurdity of satin couch cushions, then to their favorite foods, and finally ending with a loud debate on whether pineapple deserved to be on pizza.

“It’s a fruit, Logan! Why the hell would you put fruit on a pizza?!”

“All I’m saying is that the sweet flavor of the pineapple balances out the tanginess of the marinara sauce, and adds more to the plain crust!”

“That doesn’t make it right!”

Logan had to go soon after that, wanting to visit his mom before visiting hours ended. He left with a begrudging smile on his face and a promise to come back another day, drawing an ear to ear grin from Roman. He’s just a friend, he reprimanded himself sternly, all the while sliding the drawing of his next possible tattoo into his phone case with startling reverence. No use getting attached to some who wasn’t his soulmate. 

Yet, he still couldn’t help but feel saddened as a week passed again, then two, then a month. His job had returned to it’s boring normalcy, with only the flowers and no cute boy to keep him company. Even when he sat at his little desk next to the counter, hands working effortlessly to string together order after order, he couldn’t help the occasional glance at the door. The hope that his prince charming would waltz back in, piercings and ripped clothing galore, never faded. 

A month and a half later, the little chime above the door dinged, and Roman glanced up from his handful of Baby’s Breath (seriously people, there are other fillers). Immediately a huge smile pulled at his lips and he dropped the half finished bouquet onto his table.

“Logan! What took you so… long…” His expression morphed into one of worry as he took in the other’s appearance. Gone was the usual grunge attire he was so prone to wearing, replaced with a black hoodie and beaten up Vans. His eyes no longer held that dangerous glimmer that had intimidated Roman so much when they first met. He just looked… small. Logan had never looked small before.

“My mom died last month,” He whispered.

Roman was over the desk in a second, pulling the man into his arms before he could protest. It took Logan a second, a long, awkward, stiff second, before he let his arms wrap around his waist, allowing his forehead to rest on the florist’s shoulder. 

“I thought I’d be okay when she died… it was inevitable. It was her time… so why does it still hurt so bad?” The desperate whisper shattered Roman’s heart. 

“You’re allowed to feel sad, Logan.” He felt him merely shake his head in response, but he said nothing to push the topic further. 

Logan didn’t cry as they stood there, though he clung to Roman almost desperately. If he had to guess, the poor man was probably already cried out. He looked exhausted, and his unusually slumped posture only weakened more when Roman tightened his arms ever so slightly. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner. You were probably waiting.”

“Hey, no apologizing.”

“I just… didn’t want you to see me like this.”

“So what changed your mind?”

Logan shrugged, still not pulling away, “I couldn’t seem to snap myself out of it. And I needed someone who wouldn’t laugh at me. If our few interactions were anything to go by, you were that person.”

Roman decided to ignore the blatant implication that Logan didn’t have anyone except a practical stranger to go to. They could talk about that later, if he decided to stay for a while. Roman really hoped he did. 

When the tattoo artist finally pulled out of the hug, many minutes later, he pushed his sweater paws under his glasses to scrub at his eyes. Maybe he hadn’t cried, but he sure was close to it. 

“I’m sorry-”

“Stop apologizing.”

“I don’t even know your name, and I-”

“It’s okay, stop-” Roman reeled back slightly, eyebrows shooting into his hairline, “Oh… sweet Zac Efron. I never told you my name! Why didn’t you say anything?!” 

“It felt too late to ask,” Logan smirked subtly despite himself, letting his hands fall back to his side.

“Oh, my sweet summer child.”

“I am none of those things.”

Roman sighed in soft exasperation, smiling at the barely perceivable glimmer in the other’s eyes. Ah, there it is. “My name’s Roman. I can’t believe I forgot to tell you.”

He was instantly concerned with the way Logan’s face fell into one of total shock. Shit, what did he do wrong? The fear was quickly replaced with understanding, however, as the artist’s hand drifted to his right wrist. 

“What are the chances that your wrist says my name on it?” Logan said it like he was scared to be hopeful, like a happy ending was just not imaginable for him. Roman couldn’t comprehend all the emotions he felt at one time; elation, shock, fear. He answered in a choked voice, smiling all the while. 

“One hundred percent.”

The both upturned their arms in near harmony, Roman pulling his gardening glove down to reveal the name. He squinted at Logan’s wrist, finally noticing the small writing that just barely stood out underneath a grayscale (anatomically correct) heart. No wonder he missed it before, it almost blended in with the outline. 

And then Logan did cry, but so did Roman, so it was a little more okay. He seemed more confused than anything as Roman pulled him back in, holding him even tighter than before.

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing.”

“I’m so unused to… well, feeling. I’m not usually like this, I believe I’m just sleep deprived and worn out from-”

“You never, ever need to be guilty for feeling, you absolute punk stereotype.” Roman pressed a long kiss to the other’s temple, letting him unwind in his arms. “We’ll work on that together. I promise.”

A muffled affirmative hum was all he got in response. He pressed another kiss to the top of Logan’s head as his crying slowed, breathing out heavily into the man’s hair. Together. That’s all that mattered.  

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