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bangtangalicious · 3 years

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death valley (m) | part 8

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: jin x reader, jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 9.0k

warnings: reader discretion advised. rough sex, physical roughness, sadism kink, pain kink, breast play, fingering, elevator sex (semipublic), praise kink, dirty talk, unrealistic endurance (this is one day LMAO), attempted fire play, bondage, guns, attempted shootings, knife play if you squint, spanking, degradation (name calling, slut shaming, being really mean lolol thanks jin), crying kink? lot of crying, toxic and manipulative behaviors, jin steps on you so there’s that, character death, heavy drug use, paranoia/fear, voyeurism, sex while intoxicated, me trying to put some humor where i can, sweet dom!jungkook, wild dom!jin, and a sprinkle of dom!taehyung ;) ALSO eyebrowpiercing!jungkook. very important.

a/n: s/o soowoozoo!bts for being my inspo.

F L A S H F O R W A R D--

Goosebumps spread across your skin as the silence set in. The room was chilly, air conditioner buzzing in contrast to the slick humidity of the summer night waiting for you outside. The white light made your eyes ache, the walls were plain, dry, empty.

You stared blankly at the table in front of you. The sound of the pen scratching paper made you ache, remembering kinder days when you and Hobi would be goofing around and writing songs. How did you get here? How did you let this happen?

The previous night, you had dreamt of being at a concert, somewhere far from Death Valley. Losing yourself to music and molly, a soft pair of hands on your hips as you danced the night away, singing at the top of your lungs. Those same hands wrapping around your waist, nose tracing behind your ear to whisper to you how pretty you were. How hot you looked and how badly he wanted to tear your clothes off with his teeth.

You allowing him to pick you up so easily, take you back to his car where you scrambled into the back seat. Like children. The first kiss was magic, you were glued to him and could barely move on. He wouldn’t leave you for a second, he wouldn’t let you breathe. Your lips were hot on each other, soft moans and giggles. Swallowed smiles as you drank one another in, bodies like waves crashing against each other.

Hands wandering until he had you where he wanted. Where you wanted. He loved you down so incredibly good. How he was able to tear you apart while still being so sweet, you could barely even fathom. His teeth dug into the flesh of your breasts, fingers hooking around your panties.

His tongue ravished your figure. There was no part of you left untouched, no part of you that wasn’t completely ablaze with arousal. You would arch your neck back as he lapped away at the sweetness dripping between your legs, your hands combing through his wavy black hair.

His tongue knew where to go, he knew how you liked it, and your fist clenched as he fucked you with his mouth through and through. He always made sure you came first. Always. Every single time.

Whether you had mere minutes or long hours, he loved the way you tasted, making sure you knew that at every chance he got. Sloppy wet kisses traveled up your stomach to your chest, up your neck, hands caressing your ass, scratching your back, holding you close for a moment.

You were whisked away into heaven, just briefly, as his thick cock would push into you. Your pussy pulling him in, wanting to feel the familiar but oh so incredible stretch that only he gave you.

Taehyung. You sobbed as he fucked you, allowing him to kiss the glossy tears off of your cheeks as he rolled his hips, angling so perfectly to nudge deep within you. His sinister grin, his giggles, his chaos. You were in the hands of disaster but you never felt more safe.

Why are you crying dumbass? He would find your state amusing, continuing to fuck you, thrusts long and smooth. Quick, but slow enough for you to savor each second. Your whining lost behind the wet sound of your bodies colliding.

Where are you? Are you watching this right now? You’re not really dead are you?

Stroking your cheek, he leaned down to whisper against your mouth. The words he would keep on saying, echoing back to you. Play along. I won’t hurt you.

What exactly you were playing, you were unsure.

“Look at me” Your eyes darted up to meet Jin’s deceivingly innocent eyes. “I’m gonna ask you again, did you kill Kim Taehyung?”

You gulped, sweat collecting onto the cold handcuffs around your wrists. Jin glanced at the mirrored wall, before letting out a heavy sigh.

“It appears that Kim Taehyung was murdered about two hours before the party. We found your gun near the body.” Jin holds up the custom weapon Yoongi had given that was unmistakably yours. “Where were you at that time?” You felt your eyes getting heavy.

“I was” You lips were chapped, mouth clammy with a bitter taste. You looked him dead in the eye, stomach sickened by the amusement glistening within them as you struggled with your response. You knew he was getting a kick out of it. You wanted to spit on his face. You wanted to slap him, to scream, to flip the table and break out of the windowless room that caged you.

“I was with...y..” Jin smirked, leaning back. You cleared your throat, mind running a mile a minute.

“With who Y/n?”

You glared at him. He was treating this as some sort of role play. You felt queasy at the thought. Someone was dead. Dead.

“You. I was with you”

F L A S H B A C K--

The morning rays slid through the expansive glass wall of the hotel room, causing Yoongi’s eyes to flinch, squinting as they opened and took in the day that presented itself. He sighed heavily, the weight of the previous night still on his mind. You were still asleep, but he could see through the chaffing beneath your wrists that you were not comfortable. He took the leash and fastened it to the headboard, ensuring you had no escape.

Grabbing his keys, Yoongi quickly got dressed in a white hoodie and left the room. He needed to find out the truth for himself. He couldn’t afford to have you lying to him already.

It was so frustrating to him that you couldn’t just be honest with him. He had been immensely open with you even if he was not proud of what he had to share. Why would you hide things? Hadn’t he proven himself to you? Hadn’t he done everything to win your heart?

Yoongi sighed. His anger issues were core to his being. It was part of his true self, but he had spent years trying to become someone you would fall in love with. All he wanted to do was make home in your heart, but no matter how many of your suitors he ended up threatening, beating to a pulp, and forcing them to bail on you, there was nothing in his power that could tear down that goddamn Park Jimin poster on your bedroom wall.

There was nothing he could do to stop you from writing small fantasies in your journal that you kept stashed in your bedside drawer.

Yoongi would be lying if he said he didn’t come close to killing Jimin multiple times before. But he realized that would not have delivered him a solution. If Jimin died, you would mourn. You would still harbor that love for him and never have an opportunity to see what he really was. It was because of this Yoongi, with Taehyung’s helpful insight, had orchestrated a way to destroy Jimin in your eyes.

Jimin was then introduced to Yoongi’s two weapons of destruction, Taehyung and cocaine. Yoongi worked hard to build himself up as a successful music producer. He had to be better than Jimin, had to make sure he could offer you everything Jimin could and more.

To his surprise, you did move on from Jimin, at least the reality of him. But this fantasy of who he used to be remained pinned to your heart. After Jimin quit music, the mention of his name would still cause you to blush and smile. It made Yoongi want to throw up.

You had to see for yourself. Yoongi learned what it was that attracted you to Jimin and embodied just that. You liked that you had to chase him, you liked that he didn’t give a shit about you. You liked that he never noticed you and you had to pine for his attention. You liked that he was dedicated to his music, you liked the lifestyle he was associated with. You liked his lack of emotion and fantasized of him showing his true colors to you and only you, a sensitive, sweet, charming guy. Anger was not a part of this persona at all.

When he felt like he had driven Jimin crazy enough with the drugs, he decided to plant rumors on stan twitter that Jimin would be signing with his label. Using his personal relationship with the singer, he was able to sign him on. He conveniently then offered you a summer internship, knowing full well you would be coming for one reason alone. Park Jimin.

Yoongi wanted you to fall straight into his arms. He rented out every available apartment for the months you were searching for a place to live, forcing you to reside in his building. He wanted to win you over naturally. He wanted you to work with Jimin, hook up with Jimin, and end up loathing him. Loving Yoongi instead.

Jimin’s gang activity was getting on Yoongi’s nerves. Taehyung told him Jimin was in Death Valley, that you saw Jimin at Death Valley. When Yoongi heard from you, not Taehyung, that you had been kidnapped, along with Namjoon nonetheless, Yoongi had enough. He was used to giving Taehyung plenty of unsupervised jurisdiction, so Jimin’s accident was not a surprise to him.

But you sympathized with Jimin, which was not what he wanted. He then decided to take things into his own hands, threatening Seokjin into throwing the fight to leech Jimin of every cent he had. He broke into your apartment, fucking everything up so that you had no choice but to come to him. To need him.

And when Jin didn’t lose, he had no choice but to reveal to you who he was. Even after all his honestly, all his trust, you still lied to him.

Yoongi was furious. He arrived at Death Valley, using the front entrance. Pulling a mask over his face, he barged in, surveying the silence as a sign that the bar was empty. Through the kitchen he arrive at the back storage room, accessible only by key, where all of the surveillance had been set up years ago.

Monitors were spread across the wall, but Yoongi’s eyes narrowed in at one that was coming up with no feed. Your apartment. Someone had fucked with the cameras. Yoongi types away at the main monitor, enlarging your apartment footage and reeling back to find the moment the device was destroyed.

He sees Taehyung, whispering something to you. Next thing he knows the stream is blank. He grits his teeth, as all the pieces fall into place. He was a fool. How could he have been so blind? Taehyung must be in love with you. He must have, after watching you for so many years. Yoongi scowled at the thought of the ways Taehyung may have seen you, naked, vulnerable, ways that only he should.

He had trusted Taehyung. Taehyung had only ever shown interest in money and Yoongi thought that was enough. Taehyung must have fucked you over and over again once the cameras were dead. What a whore. It made sense then that he had cut the line through his branding on you. He was the only one who could have. He had access to you and he was psychotic! He must have forced you to lie. You wouldn’t ever hide anything from Yoongi, no, Yoongi was the man of your dreams. You felt grateful that you had him, didn’t you?

He tilted his head, cracking his knuckles before he punched the glass screen, causing the feed to go haywire and sparks to erupt. Kim Taehyung. You are dead to me.

Yoongi growled lowly before picking up his phone. “It’s me. I need to see you. Now”

Hobi kept his hand on the small of your back as he led you down to the hotel bar. The two of you nodded politely at the staff members who were busily preparing for the big event. The bar was empty aside for a few guests enjoying their brunch-time mimosas.

Hobi couldn’t really revel in the fact that the two of you were getting drinks together, almost like a date. His mind was too caught up in the initial shock he felt when he saw you tied up in his boss’ bedroom. He felt upset, but moreso he felt violated. He wondered if you were getting taken advantage of. Did he promise you a promotion? Was he manipulating you?

Punishing someone like that, Hobi was never one to kink shame, but it seemed a bit much. The name burned into your skin did nothing to ease his concern. Someone who was possessive, violent, impulsive. It reminded him of...

Hobi didn’t know. He didn’t know who gave him orders. He really didn’t care once the cash rolled in, but it began hitting too close to home. He wasn’t thrilled about hurting Namjoon, but two duffel bags of cash were enough for him to momentarily set aside his morals.

“What should I get?” You surveyed the small menu of cocktails. “What’s gonna fuck me up the fastest?”

Hobi snorted, “Tequila” He twirled your hair as your gaze remained glued to the menu. The thought of you being in danger upset him greatly “Y/n...when did Yoongi brand you?" You called the bartender ordering a line of shots to which the they glanced at the clock before giving you a weird look.

“The night of the rematch” You told him, reacting before you realized what you had said. Your lip tucked between your teeth as you tried to conjure an excuse. A row of shot glasses was placed in front of you. You took one, gulping it down before letting out a heavy sigh. The bitterness burned down your throat. You basked as the liquid hit your mind, easing you slightly.

“Yoongi was at the fight?” Hobi recalled the wild night that the three of you had been at Death Valley. It was the first time he ever saw the man giving him orders. The man was tall, broad, had dark hair and wore dark clothes, face covered in a mask. Could it have been...Yoongi?

“Y/n!” The two of you turned to see Jungkook approaching the bar. He had changed his hair, the blue swapped for a short black cut, and you couldn’t help but double take at his new eyebrow piercing.

You downed another shot, glancing at Hobi who had raised his eyebrows seeing the drug dealer. Jungkook gave you a light hug, waving timidly to Hobi. You smirked, another shot down the hatch. “Easyyyy Y/n” He placed a hand on your back as he slid into the seat next to you.

“The fuck are you doing here?” Hobi sneered. Jungkook rolled his eyes, used to the condescending treatment of gang members. "Didn’t you get stabbed or something?”

“I did!” Jungkook grinned, “In fact, that’s exactly why I’m here. I think I figured out who Mr. Bossman is, and I wanna fucking kill him”

Hobi rolled his eyes, “Oh really”

“Kim Seok-motherfucking-Jin baby. He stabbed me. He’s the one who showed up and threatened me to move out of Y/n’s apartment, so he’s probably also the one who called for the kidnapping. And he might have called for Jimin’s accident. It makes so much fucking sense”

Jin did what? There was not enough alcohol in your veins to act like you didn’t fully understand what he had just said. Jin had Jungkook move out? It wasn’t impossible. And that’s what scared you. You blinked at Jungkook incredulously, “But he’s literally a police officer”

Jungkook’s grin widened, “Exactly! It’s fucking brilliant. He’s a cop, he fights for the other side. He wins no matter what and can never get caught. No one would ever suspect him. Winning despite being threatened? Who threatened him huh? It’s a fucking ploy. You’re not dead and neither is he I bet. Kingpin. Boom”

You felt sick, knowing that Yoongi was not the only person you needed to be worried about. It was almost funny how blatantly misinformed Jungkook was. “Wow you guys are idiots.” You muttered under your breath, taking another shot before coughing roughly. Should I tell them? Why did Jin lie? Is this even the truth? Jin always tried to pin things on Jungkook, but you defended him. Hearing his words now made your head spin. He’s lying. Jungkook is lying. You wanted to scream, frustration flooding through your veins as you clenched your fists.

“I’m gonna tell Jimin and Taehyung what I know. They will give me so much money dude.” Jungkook chuckled, “And then they’d kill him, oh God finally”

Hobi pursed his lips, mouth feeling dry as he reflected on Jin’s eerie words before he shot him in the leg. He didn’t know where Jin was anymore, handing him off to be taken somewhere. It didn’t make sense. His orders were to seize Jin if Jin won the fight. Why place an order like that all? Why do any of this?

“Y/n, come with me.” Jungkook tugged at the sleeve of the oversized Nirvana shirt you had thrown on after your shower session with Hobi. You giggled, the thought of Taehyung coming into your slowed thoughts like a hurricane, tearing up any understanding you thought you had of the situation. There was only one thing you believed. Only one thing you knew with full certainty and it was all you could hold onto.

“Oh my goodness it’s Yoongi. It’s Yoongi. It’s always been Yoongi” The words spilled from your lips like the tequila that dripped down the side of your lips as you took yet another shot, giggling like a ditz. Jungkook and Hobi exchanged confused looks with each other, only making you laugh more. “I would fucking know okay!” Your laughs grew loud, “I was locked up in his fucking apartment and where the hell were all of you huh? Dumb fucking idiots!” You buckled over, laughing into Jungkook’s chest.

“Jungkook” Hobi sighed, “I gotta get back to work. Can you get her sober please?” Jungkook nodded. He held your waist tightly helping you stand, walking with you carefully to the hotel elevator.

The laughter wouldn’t stop. Passerbys shot the two of you dirty looks as Jungkook pulled you into the elevator easily. Through it’s glass walls you could see the midday skyline, where outside people hustled through life as if everything were normal. Must be fucking nice. “Y/n” Your laughs began to choke in your throat, turning instead to the sobs you tried to suppress with whatever will you had left.

Jungkook placed his soft lips on your shoulder. Hands sliding onto your waist as he peered at you curiously, “Y/n, is everything okay?”

You shook your head, the elevator door closed as tears began forming in your eyes. Your voice croaked, “I’m dead. He’s gonna kill me. T..taehyung is gonna kill me. I...I know he will. He’s everywhere. Everywhere.” You looked around frantically, suddenly feeling hyperaware of the security cameras littered throughout the public space. “I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone...I” You hiccuped. Jungkook pulled you into a tight hug.

“It’s okay ssh” He stroked his thumbs them across your cheeks, cupping your face affectionately. “I’m here aren’t I?” You sniffled, nodding lightly. “I got you okay. No one is gonna hurt you”

You stared into his kind brown eyes. You did not trust him, your entire body was screaming at you not to trust him. His fingers danced down your figure, freely gliding over your heaving chest, desperately trying to breathe with the fear that choked you from within.

You blinked at him, eyes glancing down at his pouty lips before finding his eyes again. “Y/n” Jungkook whispered, barely inches from your lips. “I won’t let anyone hurt you okay. I promise”

Fat tears rolled down your face at his words. Jungkook clicked his tongue, cooing at you as he continued to wipe away your hears. “Oh you poor thing” He held you to his chest, kissing the top of your head, before tilting your face up to his.

He leaned in, eyes fluttering shut as his lips landed on yours, swallowing you into him. The taste of tequila was evident on your lips as he kissed you softly, and you allowed yourself to surrender to his warm touch.

You felt heat pooling in your chest as his fingers trailed up your legs. He traced circles into the inside of your thighs, letting his fingers tease the edge of your shorts.

“Jungkook” You inhaled sharply, his hot breath tickling your neck as you tilted your head back. He licked his lips before sloppily latching onto your collarbone, sucking down to litter your skin with wet kisses as his fingers slid down your shorts, just barely so that he could roll his hips into you.

He pushed you back against the glass, fingers trailing across your bare thighs before sliding beneath your panties. Jungkook ran a finger over your clothed folds, making you clench down.

“Y/n” His voice sounded equally as desperate as yours, barely audible over the sound of his heavy breathing. “Fuck I missed you” You gasped as his fingers slid under the fabric. He pushed a finger in, allowing your tight cunt to accustom to it before adding another finger not long after.

His other hand slid beneath your shirt, pushing your bra up so he could run his thumb over your nipples, his touch featherlight, leaving you breathless. You rolled your eyes back in pleasure, bucking your hips up as he slowly pumped you with his fingers.

“That’s it baby, just like that” He whispered, lips pressing into your neck. You let out a shaky moan as his fingers quickened, pumping in and out of you as you latched onto his shoulders. “Look at me. Look right at me baby”

He brought his lips over yours, just brushing them across your skin so he could gaze deep into your eyes as you fucked yourself onto his fingers. You cried out his name as the friction began to overwhelm you. His fingers easing you right where you needed them, pleasure searing through you as he watched your every move.

"So good for me” He pulled his fingers out, doused in your sticky arousal before he placed them into his own mouth. Your eyes widen as he licked of every last bit of you and smiles. “You taste so fucking good baby”

He kisses you again, harsher this time as his hips roll against you. Your fingers grip his hair as he pulls down his sweats, allowing his cock to spring out.

“You want my cock?” He ran his tongue over your lips, tugging at them slightly as he stroked his cock. You could feel his hand moving between your legs. “You want my big cock in your little pussy?”

You gulped, nodding as Jungkook looked down, lining his tip against your folds, pushing in only slightly before meeting your eyes again. “So warm and wet for me, fuck” He pushed in further, groaning as you spread your thighs wider, allowing him to thrust as deep as he could. He stilled briefly, kissing you again “You take me so well baby fuck. So fucking tight for me. My pretty baby” He stroked your face, thumb pushing into your mouth slightly.

“Does it feel good?” He mumbled, pulling out just slightly before rolling his hips back into you. He picked up a rhythm, fucking you deep and slow, hands clawing at your breasts.

“Yeah...feels really good” Your eyes fell shut, enjoying the fulfilling pleasure of his movements. He pulled your shirt up, burying his face between your breasts as he continued to fuck up into you.

“Mmm yeah I bet” He pushed your bra up, allowing his fingers to pinch you nipples. He took one into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around the small bud as he began to suckle you, looking up to your face and enjoying your reactions. “You’re so fucking pretty you know that right?” He sucked on your breast harshly before leaving it with a soft kiss and moving onto the other. “So perfect for me”

His thrusts quickened, driving you up the wall as his hands fell to your hips. You burying your face in the crook of his neck as you felt your high approaching. “Jungkook...I’m...”

“Yeah?” Jungkook’s voice was raspy with lust, “You wanna cum baby? Cum for me baby, cum all over my cock, wanna hear you make those pretty little moans when you cum”

You cried out with every thrust as he pushed you over the edge, and you felt your pussy burst with pleasure as you came, the sloppy sounds of your arousal echoing through the small space. Jungkook groaned as the hot liquid covered his cock, allowing him to slide in and out of you with ease.

“There you go. Good girl. Good fucking girl, just like that” He gasped, feeling his cock twitch slightly, buried deep in your cunt, “Want me to cum inside you baby?” You nodded, whining slightly, “Yeah? You want it baby? Huh?” Jungkook’s hips thrust furiously at you, and he cupped your face, bringing his forehead against yours so he could look into your eyes as he came. “Want my cum? Want me to fill you up baby?”

“Yeah. I want it. Jungkook please,” Your whiny voice was enough to have him spurting through you.

“Holy fuck” Jungkook buckled over, holding you tight as cum shot out of him, filling you up and leaking out onto the floor.

He pulled out of you quickly, pulling up his sweats while you fixed your own clothes. Sweat painted his forehead as he looked at you, panting with a big smile on his cute face.

“I missed that” He confessed, pulling you back into him by the waist. He knelt down and pressed his lips on yours, letting his hands slide to your ass and squeeze them softly.

You heard a familiar ring as the elevator door reached it’s destination. You jumped away from Jungkook, unable to get far as the strong boy’s hold on you remained steady.

"I see stabbing you once didn’t really drive home the message huh Mr. Jeon Jungkook”

You felt goosebumps spread as you heard the sinister tone of Jin’s voice. He stood leaning against the elevator as if he had been waiting for you, twirling his knife around aimlessly between his fingers. “Too bad, I unfortunately can’t kill you yet” He turned to you and winked, “Both of you come with me”

Sweat trickled down from Namjoon’s neck, his eyes glued to the tattered punching bag in front of him. His muscles were still sore, bruises still spattered across his bare chest. He didn’t care. He was sick of feeling helpless. Under the dim lights of the boxing gym, he pushed himself, another hit, more force, ignoring the pain shooting through his limbs with every strike.

“Don’t overdo it” Namjoon rolled his eyes at the sound of the familiar voice. “Last thing you want is to get injured again” He turned to the sound of loafers echoing across the concrete floor.

“What do you want Yoongi?” Namjoon sneered. The producer smirked slightly, patting the punching bag playfully before pacing around Namjoon.

“I’m gonna kill Taehyung, and I know Jimin is gonna break hell. I need you to protect Y/n for me. Can I trust you, Namjoon?” His voice was stern.

“Man, fuck you Yoongi” Namjoon groaned, “I put my life on the line for you constantly and you still have to fucking ask? Promise me. I want out after this. Promise me a record deal”

Yoongi shrugged, “Okay fine. I’ll sign you. Don’t let her out of your sight.” Yoongi inhaled sharply, “And I swear to God Namjoon if you even think about touching her, you’re dead to me. And I will know if you do.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes, lips parted, desperately trying to catch his breath. “Yeah okay. Just get me my fucking record deal”

Yoongi pursed his lips, pulling out his phone and handing it to Namjoon. “Paperwork is ready. You have one job. Don’t fuck up again” Namjoon clenched his fist as Yoongi chuckled in amusement. “I have some business I need to deal with personally. Keep her safe Namjoon, please”

You gagged, a puke-ish feeling clogging your throat as you coughed out. Your head was throbbing with pain as you squinted against the gleaming lights from the chandelier above your head. Glancing around, you realized you were back at Jungkook’s place, large dark wooden floors adding to the ambiance that just screamed rich in your face. The plushness of his large bed evident beneath you.

You get up slightly, peering across the room where you see Jin handing a large duffel bag to Jungkook, whispering something into his ear. Jungkook nods eagerly, shaking Jin’s hand before exiting. He turns back to you, smiling as he realizes you are awake.

“Hey party girl. Recovered from our little day drinking session have we?” Jin chuckled. You scowl, searching around you as your throat desperately demanded water. Jin handed you a glass. “I just got Jungkook caught up, but you and I need to have a little talk”

You exhaled before emptying the entire glass down your throat. “I know everything” You scoffed in spite, “I know everything you did, you fucking maniac”

Jin smiled wide at the term, “I know. Jungkook told me you think I was behind all of the stuff that’s been going on, stabbing him and kidnapping you. I mean,” Jin laughed, a tinge of condescendence in his voice, “You don’t actually believe that do you? Like, seriously how dumb are these guys. At least you’re smart”

You frowned at his tone, unsure of how to respond. Jin raised his eyebrows at your silence before continuing, “Oh come on Y/n. Use that little brain of yours hm? What the hell would I be gaining from all this? It was Taehyung.”

He extended you a hand, helping you out of the bed and pulling you up to stand before him, “What did he tell you huh? That he’s Yoongi’s friend or some shit? Taehyung doesn’t give a fuck about Yoongi. And I know you know about him screwing over Jimin. He’s trying to take over both gangs, not just Jimin’s, and he’s been lying to you this whole time.”

The bargaining chip. “What do you mean?” You followed the flat echoes of his footsteps down the hallway into the same office that you had Jimin tied up only a few days ago. You suppressed a smile as you noticed the curtains were still torn.

“He’s distracting Jimin and Yoongi with you. He wants them to get up against each other so that he can sway the gang loyalties towards him by showing that their leaders priorities are off. Look here” Jin motioned towards a laptop on the large desk, playing security footage of what appeared to be Death Valley’s parking lot, where people were loading bags of cash into what could have been Taehyung’s car. “He’s robbing them. And you know what else Y/n? When he’s done with all of this, he’s gonna kill them both.”

No. No way. Betrayal stung you as you process Jin’s words, “You’re just a pawn in his game. You were bait. He just needed to you get Jimin and Yoongi to fight amongst each other. And you let him, didn’t you?” Jin chuckled, patting your cheek. “I know he kept telling you that you could trust him. That he wouldn’t hurt you. It was bullshit Y/n. This man only cares about one thing. Himself”

You thought back to the first night you laid your eyes on him, back when his hair was a faded green, his sweaty tan skin contrasting his dark leather jacket. The look of familiarity in his eyes and the gleam from his diamond studded watch. You were a fool. He strung you along.

“Where is he?” You growled, “I wanna hear it from him. I wanna ask him myself”

“Absolutely. In fact, if you’re up for it, I was wondering if you would be down to do another little mission for me” Jin winked at you. You scowled, folding your arms over your chest, “If we don’t kill him first, he’s planning on killing Yoongi tonight before the party. I know because I got him to let me in on his little coup” Your heart dropped, “You don’t want that do you?”

"No” You blurted.

“So let’s kill him first. Come on, let’s go get you dolled up for this party”

As you left the office, you couldn’t help but notice a familiar figure standing at the other end of the hallway.

Namjoon? Your eyes locked with his. He pressed a finger to his lips before pointing at Jin and shaking his head. What is he trying to say. Namjoon seemed to have a warning look in his eyes. You simply shrugged at him, before running down the hall to catch up with Jin.

Namjoon exhaled, watching from a window as Jin and you drove off, likely heading to the hotel. Looking at his palm he saw the way his nails left imprints in his skin from how hard he was clenching his fists. Namjoon wasn’t necessarily a fan of Taehyung, but he knew a thing or two about him from Yoongi. Taehyung would never kill people. He was averse to it for some reason, Namjoon always thought it was ironic for him to be a gangster given that quality. Taehyung could torture anyone, threaten anyone, but he didn’t have it in him to take a life.

Which meant that Jin was lying to you. Namjoon never liked Jin. Even aside from all the hits he had taken from the strong man, he always felt something was off about the guy. He feels uneasy about what he had just seen transpire, and decided to go find Yoongi.

“Do you want some coke?” You were in the middle of washing your face when Jin walked in with a bag of powder. “I could use a hit, I don’t know about you”

“Oh hell yes. Thank you” He poured out a line on the bathroom counter using a quarter, watching with a small chuckle as you inhaled the drug, nose pressed against the cool marble. You sighed, wiping your nose and flashing a big grin in the mirror “Damn. I needed that. I didn’t know that you use”

Jin bit back a smirk, “I do.” He poured another line on the same place, this time taking a hit himself. “A lot”

“Oh. Officer Jin is a druggie like the rest of us huh” You teased. Jin poured himself a gin martini, taking a sip, eyes alight with amusement. “Does that turn you on ever? Do you ever have a hottie cuffed up and they’re like please Officer does that..you know..turn you on?”

Jin’s eyes widened at you “Not any hottie, no. Now if I had you cuffed up saying that” He chuckled, pulling you to him by the waist “That’s a whole other story” You pushed him away playfully.

“What?” Jin said mockingly, “Don’t remember that night where I gave you the best orgasm of your life?” His traced his lips up your jaw, and you could feel his smile against you.

“Wow. Cocky are we?” You raised your eyebrows. “I’ve had some pretty good sex in my life. Hard to say if that was the best”

Suddenly, Jin pulled his knife from his back pocket, glancing in the mirror as he traced the blade across your neck just enough for you to feel the sharp cold metal glide on your skin, pinching without actually making you bleed. “Don’t even lie. You loved fucking me. Don’t you remember? How fucking wet you were?” His breath was hot against your lips, but it was the look in his eyes that had you weak in the knees.

Taking his knife, he slit clean down your shirt, tearing it off of you to reveal your bare chest. “On the floor slut” His whispered, flirty demeanor now shifted into something dark. Something feral.

You gulped, taking care to slide your bottoms off, not wanting him to slice them up before lowering yourself down onto the tiled bathroom floor.

Jin set the knife aside, pulling out his lighter and setting in on the counter before shedding his own clothes, even he kicking off his shoes. He lifted his foot, and you watched with a curious gaze as he placed his foot on your chest. He kept the weight off of you, much to your relief, and you couldn’t help but feel absolutely filthy as he rolled your breasts under the sole of his foot. You had never done anything like this. It seemed so dirty, but felt so good.

“Oh my god Jin” You gasped as he switched onto his other leg, taking his foot and shoving it into your mouth, watching in amusement as you gagged over his toes.

“Look at you. On the fucking floor. Naked little whore. Letting me do whatever I fucking want.” He removed his foot from your mouth, letting you catch your breath before you looked up at him with quivering eyes.

He felt blood rush to his cock at your expression. Licking his lips, knelt down, climbing over you to gently trail his fingers where his foot had been moments ago.

“And you love it” He sneered, letting his nails dig into your breast, “You love the pain don’t you you fucking slut?” When you didn’t answer he grabbed your jaw, pushing his fingers into the edge of your mouth. “I asked you a fucking question”

“Y...yes” You exhaled. You felt his fingers tease your clit, teeth tugging on your lobe as he laughed darkly.

Jin reached for the martini glass “Turn over” He growled. You found yourself with your breasts pressed flat against the floor, Jin’s cock pressing into your ass. You gasped as he poured the drink onto your back. “This is gonna burn. And you’re gonna take it like a good girl. I know you are, you let Yoongi do it so I can too”

“Wait what” Jin pressed your face down with one hand while the other grabbed his lighter, “Jin. Hold on.” Your voice rose in fear, which only turned Jin on more. He watched as you writhed under him, trying desperately to get away. “Jin seriously. That’s not funny”

“Shhh. You can take it” He cooed, flicking the flame on he slowly lowered it to your skin, bringing it nearer and nearer to the doused skin. You yelped as you began to feel the concentrated heat. Your entire body was petrified. “Enjoy it baby. You like it. You love it. You let Yoongi do it so why can’t I?”

“Jin. It’s not you, I'm just not ready for something like this please” Jin cocked his head aside in irritation, stopping the lighter before it actually touched you and tossing it aside. “I didn’t let Yoongi brand me he just did.”

Jin stilled momentarily. “And you still love him? Even though he did that?”

You didn’t answer. That alone was enough for Jin to rage. He slammed your face back down, the blow giving you a dizzying sensation that hat you getting wetter by the second.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He growled, “How can you love someone like that?” He pulled your face up, bending you back until you were flush against his chest. “I don’t want any of them touching you again. You understand me?” He let go, giving you whiplash as you fell back to the floor. “Ass up. Now” He spanked your ass hard, causing you to yelp. The stinging pain vibrated to your core. You couldn’t help but love every second of it.

Jin knew that you were scared of him, he could feel it. He could also see the way your thighs would clench whenever he did anything to you. You were his favorite drug. He was going to ruin you.

He grabbed his belt from the pile of clothes on the side, “Hands under” He demanded, rolling his lip through his teeth as you obeyed him right away. He took the belt tying your wrists to your knees under you.

He took a moment to admire his work, your shivering body all his for the taking. You had no where to run. He had you now. “Who gives it to you the best him?” Pulling you towards him by your thighs, he didn’t care that your knees would burn against the smooth tile as he lined his cock up with your folds. He spat down, a glob of saliva landing on your ass before he used his cock head to rub it all over you. He could hear your shaky breath, your whiny moans that made him want to fuck you even more.

He slapped his palm onto the curve of your ass, bending over your to growl into your ear “Filthy whore. You disgust me. You let them all just do whatever they want to you, don’t you have any fucking self respect?” He could see his words were hitting close to home. You pursed your trembling lips as Jin smacked you again in the same place.

“When will you fucking learn huh? This pussy” He reached his hand to harshly cup your cunt, shoving two fingers inside you without warning. “This pussy belongs to me. You’re mine. My cockslut whore” Taking his fingers out, he shoved them into your mouth “You taste that? That how desperate your needy little cunt is for me”

Your legs were strung together, making it all the more painful when he finally began to push his cock inside you, using his fingers to scissor you open so that he could get deep inside you. His length pushed against your tight walls, your cries and curses only motivating Jin to push further.

“Who owns this cunt huh?” Jin pulled your hips back, burning your knees each time as he pulled you on and off his cock. Your ass slammed into him with each blow.

“You do. Holy fuck, you do” You gasped, practically screaming as your whole body ached with pain and pleasure.

“That’s right baby” He pinched your clit, making you yelp as he flicked at it, pounding into your relentlessly.

“J..Jin” You mumbled, lips still half pressed on the floor, “Jin please. Feels good” Jin scoffed, “Gonna cum...gonna cum” You inhaled loudly as you felt your high approaching. Your eyes clenched shut as he edged you closer and closer, fingers furiously attacking your clit until he stopped.

You let out a loud sob as Jin yanked you up by your neck “You really thought I would let you cum whore?” His grip tightened, cock twitching at the way your voice sounded choking, the water streaming from your eyes and the drool at the edge of your lips. He kissed you, licking it all up in the process.

“Look in the mirror. Look at how pathetic you are. I want you to remember the only person who’s ever gonna let you feel this good” You looked at your reflection, seeing only your faces and the way Jin’s nails dug into your neck. He pushed you forward so that your chin was on the countertop. You coughed out, watching as he resumed his thrusts, punishing your clit with the jarring movements of his fingers.

You screamed, pleasure crashing over you in a wave of tantalizing heat. You gushed onto his cock, tears falling from your eyes due to how overwhelming the sensation was. Jin continued to whisper filth right into your ears but you could no longer hear anything. Your vision became hazy, not minding the blow when Jin shoved you back onto the floor and pounded you to his own release.

On the other side of the wall, Namjoon leaned his head back and sighed, glancing down to see his cock in his hands, now completely covered in cum.

Taehyung chewed on his gum nonchalantly as he paced around the luxurious hotel, checking out all the fun features. The pool deck was nice, the lobby exquisite, and his favorite part, the cafe, smelt delicious.

Yoongi had asked to meet him in his suite. On his way there he ran into you, and you knocked his breath away. He always thought you were beautiful, but tonight you looked elegant. It was such a surprising contrast to your usual getup, but you looked amazing. He was about to tell you just that when he finally registered the hurt look in your eyes.

“You liar” You slapped him with everything you had. Taehyung backed away in surprise. “How could you use me like that? Over and over again. I trusted you. You were really the only one I thought had my back. Without a fucking doubt” You lunged towards him for another hit but Taehyung held your wrist firmly.

“What are you talking about? When did I use you?” Taehyung looked around frantically, “Calm down okay, let’s go somewhere and talk this through.” Your eyes flared in anger.

“Don’t fucking tell me to calm down! You’re gonna kill them!” You screamed. Taehyung squinted, noticing the slight redness in your eyes. He sighed in understanding, pulling you by the wrist into a corridor.

“Y/n. Breathe. Tell me what’s going on” Taehyung attempted to calm you down but you were enraged. “And what the fuck are you on?”

Admittedly, you and Jin had ended up doing many more lines of coke, perhaps even molly, you were no longer sure, but you washed it down with the bottle of gin, finding it unprecedentedly hilarious that Jin liked to drink gin martinis.

“You used me! To fuck with Jimin! And Yoongi! You lied to me! Everything you said was a fucking lie, everything you did, every stupid word that came out of your stupid mouth was a lie! You just want power. You’re selfish, and...and...you’re gonna KILL them” A dramatic gasp left your lips, Taehyung almost laughed, “You’re gonna kill Yoongi. I...I can’t let you do that”

You pulled out your gun, cocking it and pressing it against Taehyung’s chest. He instantly put his hands up. “Y/n. Y/n stop. That’s not true okay you’re not thinking straight. Don’t do something you’ll regret”

Your hands trembled around the gun “You’ll kill them. You’ll kill them both...I can’t let you do that”

“Hold on!”

Too late. You pulled the trigger.

Hobi wandered through the parking lot looking for his car. His eyes narrowed on a familiar vehicle, thinking back to when he had loaded the drug money from the last fight.

So. Is that guy Yoongi then? The one I kept seeing? Hobi wandered over to the car. Peering inside the passenger window, his eyes locked on a small item on the floor of the car. He squinted to read it, it appeared to be some sort of credit card.

He stepped back, realizing what the name on the card was. He glanced around before taking the end of his gun and ramming it into the door handle. The door creaked open, allowing Hobi to swipe the card up. He slid it into his pocket, before hurriedly returning to the hotel.

Namjoon’s eyes widened as he watched you pull a gun out on Taehyung. He had been thoroughly entertained as you yelled and slapped him, knowing full well that you were high out of your mind.

Namjoon couldn’t understand Jin’s plan at all. He had eavesdropped on everything so far, as per Yoongi’s orders. Why would Jin ask you to kill Taehyung, why wouldn’t he just do it himself? He knew you would hate yourself if you actually killed him.

He had also been thoroughly disappointed at how easily Jungkook had bought into Jin’s agenda as well. The things people do for money. Namjoon sighed, realizing that he was pretty much acting on similar motivations.

You were ready to pull the trigger, and Namjoon was almost certain you wouldn’t do it, until he saw your finger begin to curl. He ran towards the corridor as fast as he could.

“Hold on!” He yelled, but it was too late. Taehyung’s eyes flew shut.

Namjoon blinked, not hearing the familiar gunshot sound. You looked equally confused, glancing down the barrel of your gun. Taehyung let out a shaky sigh of relief, sliding down the wall.

“It...was a blank” You mumbled. Namjoon rushed to your side, pulling you away from Taehyung. “What the...what was I just about to do?” His heart clenched as your lips parted in shock.

“Taehyung are you okay?” Namjoon asked. Taehyung nodded, clearly shaken up but managing to get a hold of himself.

“What the fuck is going on?” He growled, “Who gave her a gun? And who gave her drugs while she had a gun? Fucking hell”

Namjoon stroked your back as you let the gun drop to the floor, the weight of your actions finally hitting you.

“I’m so sorry. Taehyung I...” You looked into his eyes. Those eyes that always left you questioning what was really going on in that pretty head of his.

“Yeah. Jin fucking fed her some interesting stories about how you’re using her. At least I hope they’re just stories” Namjoon peered at him. “I’m Namjoon by the way, we haven’t officially met”

Taehyung shook his hand “Hi Namjoon. I heard you make pretty decent music” He chuckled ironically, “Y/n, I need you to tell me everything Jin said. There’s been some sort of misunderstanding, I promise you I wasn’t taking advantage of you.”

Namjoon made a face, exchanging a glance with you as you nodded slowly. Namjoon was not entirely sure he should believe Taehyung. He supposed it wouldn’t matter, when he knew that Yoongi was planning to kill Taehyung anyways. The more information he had, the better he could at least keep you out of trouble.

P R E S E N T D A Y--

Security escorted you and Jimin out immediately as the media broke into a frenzy trying to figure out what had happened. You had hoped your acting skills had convinced him.

After Taehyung sobered you up slightly, the three of you had sat and schemed. Using everything the three of you knew, you were able to figure out that it really was Jin behind Jimin’s accident, your and Namjoon’s kidnapping, as well as Jungkook’s attempted murder. He was able to do all of this using Hobi’s help, but Hobi seemed not to know that he was receiving orders from Jin.

The question remained how and why.

“I know you’re not going to believe me. So I have proof” Taehyung pulled his phone out, pulling up a recording of Jin tied up somewhere.

All I ask, is that when the dust settles, Y/n is mine. And I get to kill them. My way

You felt queasy seeing his earnest expression through the film. Namjoon’s jaw clenched, recognizing crazy when he saw it, wishing he could have knocked the guy’s brains out beforehand.

“Listen to me. This guy is dangerous. I don’t really understand why he’s doing all of this. He said he wanted to help me, but clearly there’s some other motive here. Otherwise he wouldn’t go behind my back.” Taehyung muttered.

“The only way to know what he wants is to see what he does next” Namjoon pitched in.

You glanced between the two men, feeling weirdly relieved that you finally had some solid answers. Having Namjoon by your side after so long was the best thing you could ask for at the moment, and you clung to him, hands wrapped around his arm tightly. He thought it was cute.

“Let me fake my death. Let’s see what he does.”

The drivers took you and Jimin to the precinct. You looked around for Namjoon but he was nowhere to be seen. Your eyes met Jin’s briefly as he signed some paperwork. He winked at you.

“Can I have the body taken to get an autopsy report please?” You weren’t phased by this. Taehyung had said he had enough contacts to make it truly believable that he had died. Jimin’s face was void of emotion as he watched the stretcher go past with the body on it.

You left the hold on his hand, your blood running cold as the body nears you. It was loosely covered with a white sheet, but the arm hung out limply from the sight.

That watch. That’s his watch.

Jimin pressed his lips to the top of your head, sliding his arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to him “You okay babe?”

“I...no yeah, I’m just shocked” You stammered. You looked up at him, allowing him to place a loving kiss on your lips.

Jimin felt for you, he really did. He himself was generally an emotional person, it was not something he ever tried to hide. But he always felt like his emotional energy was valuable. He didn’t feel the need to cry. Not for Taehyung.

Jimin stroked your back softly, “It’s scary, I know. I know baby, but don’t worry” He licked his lips, eyes briefly meeting Hobi’s from across the room. Hobi gave him a knowing look.

“Don’t worry. It’ll all be over soon”

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a/n: WOOHOOO. the fun is really gonna start now. did you miss yoongi? don’t worry, he’ll be back. drop your theories in my asks! who killed taehyung? what’s jin’s deal?

smut pairs are up for next week! poor oc, she really needs to eat some food. yikes.

see you then & thanks for reading <3 happy juneteenth!

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to-hell-and-beyond · 3 years

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“I Love You.”

Miguel Diaz x Female Reader

Requested: Yes : No

Request: 7&8 with miguel from the fluff list? 👀 -Anon

Summary: We all make mistakes but this one has to be one of Miguel’s worst. After accidentally revealing he has a girlfriend, he asks you to be his date. What could go wrong?

Words: 1062

Of all the mistakes Miguel Diaz had made in his life, this one was probably the stupidest one. Why? He may or might not have told his fellow Cobra Kai’s that he was dating someone. It’s not his fault! They were pressuring him and well, it kinda just fell out. Right now he was sitting down on his bed, phone in hand trying to figure out what to do.

He didn’t really know Tory that well so that would be awkward, he had just broken up with Sam so now he was wondering what on earth he should do. That was until his phone binged signaling a notification. A notification from the one and only Y/n L/n. Y/n was a friend of his who didn’t really do Karate but just hanged out. She was kinda cool and they both got along really easy.

Y/n: Can I stay over tonight? My parents are fighting again…

Miguel: Yah, shure.

He frowned at the sight of that text. Your parents have been fighting more lately and it's been having a lasting effect on you. Sometimes when it’s bad you would stay over at his place. His Mom didn’t mind and his Yaya loved having you around. It was after dinner when you were both sitting on the floor in his room while he talked to you about his problem.

“S-so-” You burst out laughing, you kept laughing as you tried to form a sentence. “You now need some girl to be your date.” You kept on laughing as he shoved you in the shoulder lightly.

“It’s not funny.” He fired back as you clicked your stomach. There were always laughs when you two were tougher.

“Well who are you going to take?” You asked as yue reagested yourself to sit criss-cross-applesauce.(I had to put that in)

“Miguel…” You trailed off as he looked at you.

“Just pretend to be my date.” He sighed as you looked at him specitlaky.. There was always something between you both. You wouldn’t call it “Love” but something was definitely there.

“Ok.” You agreed. What was the worst that could happen? You have a fun time around your friends and pretend that you were helplessly in love. Little did you know…

It was that night were you two left for Moon’s party as you greeted your friends. They were surprised not expecting you to be Miguel’s mysterious girlfriend. Funny enough you two were ok with the attention, it almost seemed normal.

“So when did you two get each other?” Hawk asked as he sat right beside you on the couch in Moon’s living room. You both looked at each other not really planning what you were going to say.

“Late night walk.” You told them as you cut off Miguel and whatever he was about to say. You weren’t really wrong though. You guys had kissed on a late-night walk but you decide to put it past you seeing as he had feelings for Sam.

You guys answered more and more questions as your friends fired them. It felt good to be like this. Having Miguel’s arm wrapped around your shoulder as you talked to your friends. It was more than you could ever dream of.

“Still don’t get why you picked Y/n instead of Tory Bro.” One of the Cobras said and you felt ridged. W-what? There was a pain in your chest like something had just broken. Why were you heartbroken? It’s not like you were in love with him. Right?

“I’ll be right back guys.” You told them as you rushed outside to Moon’s front porch. Miguel watched you as you ran away, wondering why you were leaving.

“I’m going to make sure everything’s ok.” He then told his friends as he followed you outside. He saw you as you were pacing around launching your hands as you tried not to cry.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” He asked as he carefully tried to come near you. You whipped around and moved back signaling for him not to come any closer.

“Remember that game we used to play when we were kids?” Miguel asked, trying to help you the best way he could. “Where you would have to say the number one thing on your mind. How about we play that again?”You looked at him with tears in your eyes as you tried to gain your composure.

“I think I’m in love with you and I'm terrified.” You told him as you tried your hardest to muffle your sobs. He sighed before something closer to you and wrapping his arms around your waist into a hug.

“I-it’s just, you were with Sam. A-and I thought you had feelings for Tory. So I tried to keep it a secret. B-but then you asked me. A-after what they said in there, I-I just couldn’t-” You broke down in sobs as you clutched his shirt.

“It's ok Y/n. It’s ok.” He told you as he gently patted your back as he claimed you down. You never wanted to have this moment in your life where you broke down about your feelings but here you were…

“I’m sorry Miguel. I probably just ruined things for our friendship.” You apologized as you broke away from the hug.

Miguel checked before looking into your eyes, your eyes meeting his. “I know this isn't the best time but I kinda felt something too. It’s why I asked you and not Tory. Because-” He grabbed your hand gently as you felt sparks fly. “I think I’m in love with you too Y/n.”

“R-really?” You croaked out. The last thing you wouldn’t want right now was this to be some sick joke or prank.

“I’m sure Y/n.” He then pulled you in for a kiss. It wasn’t like one either of you had ever had. It was sweet yet passionate, loving yet fierce. It was everything and more you two had ever dreamed of.

Maybe it wasn't the ideal situation to have your first kiss or your firstI love you with the boy you’ve been crushing on each other for a while, but it was perfect. It didn’t matter that you were at a party where you were pretending to be dating, all that mattered was you two at that moment. You two and you two only.

#miguel diaz #miguel diaz x reader #miguel diaz imagine #cobra kai #hawk cobra kai #hawk #samantha larusso #sam larusso #tory cobra kai #one shot

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nyxxon · 3 years

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Part 2 [cut-off] Borderland (Midoriya, Todoroki, Bakugou)

A/N: This is the rest of the other post. Link to part 1:

"Well . . . T-The building is equivalent to four of them . . ." Midoriya stated, "That means the building is approximately twenty meters in length." He glanced over at the corner of the room before he headed towards the back, "M-My feet are twenty-eight centimeters long." He began walking towards the end you all were, "One, two, three–"

He stopped his actions, "It should be around s-six meters long. . ." He stated, "And according to the evacuation map . . . the elevator is at the corner of the building."

"So you're saying the building is square?" Todoroki asked.

"Y-Yes . . . and all the rooms are square-shaped, too." Midoriya confirmed, "Assuming that one side of the building is twenty meters and that the rooms are all six meters in size, there can only be three rooms on one side–"

“ One minute remaining. ”

"I-Is there something I-I can write on?" He asked as he began to look sround everywhere

"Uh . . ." You frowned, as you removed your backpack and soon pulled out a piece of paper and pencil before reluctantly handing it to him, "Here."

You weren't keen on doing so. But if it would get you out of here alive, you weren't going to complain too much or refuse him. He seemed smart so you were sure he was on to something, at least it sounded like he was.

He gladly took the paper as he instantly bent down to the ground and began scribbling across it, making a square with nine other squares inside of it, "I-Inside of a square building while assuming each room is also squared . . . this floor should have nine rooms."

"It's like a puzzle game . . ." You muttered as you continued to watch the male work.

"We started on this one." He marked in "X" on the lower left side, "The other girl . . . d-died . . . here–" He scribbled the area out as he started to draw a line from the original starting point, "Thanks to Kacchan, we moved forward . . ." He marked again, "Which means the door on the right can't be accessed. Then I opened the door to this room–"

“ Twenty seconds remaining. ”

"T-Through the process of elimination, these two rooms are a no-go . . ." He marked some more before looking up at all of you, "I-I'm sure of it!"

“ Ten seconds remaining. ”

He instantly hopped up as he looked towards the skull door, "The answer is 'die'! The 'live' door is a trap!" He quickly zoomed towards the "die" door, the rest of you following behind him.

"You better fucking be right!" Bakugou gritted his teeth.

“ Four–Three–Two . . .”

At the last second you, Midoriya opened the door, allowing you all to run inside—the laser bever showing up. You closed the door behind you as, once again, more flames seemed to have erupted behind the door.

God, did you hate these games!

“ The time limit for this room is one minute and twenty seconds. ”

Todoroki looked over at the male, "If your reasoning is right, we may all survive."

Midoriya looked down at the paper in his hand, "This game isn't based on luck . . . w-we can clear it together!" He looked up, "According to my drawing, the next one's 'die,' too!"

"Alright." Todoroki nodded as you all followed the green haired male's lead.

"R-Ready?" Midoriya asked as he put his hand to the knob, "Come on!" He instantly opened the door and you all followed him inside.

No laser did appear.

“ The time limit for this room is one minute and ten seconds. ”

"What the hell's next?" Bakugou looked over at Midoriya.

Midoriya looked down at his paper again, "'L-Live' is next."

You all ran towards it, as he instantly opened the door before you all entered the room safely. Again, no laser appeared. So far, it seemed he had solved the puzzle to the rooms and you all were "home" free!

However, Midoriya's hopeful face soon disappeared once you all looked around upon taking notice at the two extra, and unplanned, set of doors.

“ The time limit is one minute for this room. ”

"T-There's no door in the f-front." His eyes began to tremor.

"Huh?" Bakugou looked over at him, "What the fuck are you goin' on about?"

"Uhm . . ." Midoriya bought out the paper snd pen again as he examined it.

"Would it be the left since the right is the one that the other girl died?" Todoroki asked as he also looked down at the paper as he headed towards the "die" door.

"W-Wait!" Midpriya screeched causing him to stop.

Todoroki blinked, "W-What..?"

"I-I may have mi-missed something . . ." Midoriya admitted.

“ Fifty seconds remaining. ”

"You can't be fucking serious!" Bakugou growled.

"The room that we're currently in is in the back left corner of the building . . ." Midoriya began to ramble, "The clear condition is to leave the building . . . we're compelled to choose the 'die' door that'll lead us out. B-But if I recall, there is no gap between this and the other building . . ." He paused for a moment.

". . . The 'live' door leads us, as Todoroki-kun stated, to where the girl d-died." He muttered, "But why is there not a door to the rear of the building..? I-I must have overlooked something . . . but what could that be..?"

You watched as he struggled to figure out what exactly he had missed as he ran his hand through his hair while looking between the two doors and the entire room.

"B-But there's no room for any tricks in this room. If that's the case . . ." He started back up his mumbling as he slowly looked up at one of the doors.

You furrowed your brows as you waited patiently for him to figure something out, but you all were running out of time! Any longer and you all would . . .

“ Thirty seconds remaining. ”

"Hurry up." You started, "We don't have time to waste."

"Shut the hell up! You're not doing shit!" Bakugou glared over at you.

"Neither are you." You muttered.

"You–!"

"Calm down." Todoroki frowned at you both, "She's right, however."

"Huh?!" Bakugou averted his attention to him, "You're on her side now, half-and-half?!"

"That's not what I said–"

Midoriya did his best to block out the bickering that had started as he began to wander back through all the rooms you all had been in. He went back to the first room . . . nothing stuck out as odd to him, but . . .

His eyes widened, that was it!

"There w-was no door . . ." Midoriya's voice caused everyone to stop their back snd forth bickering.

"What are you talking about?" You asked.

"There was no d-door in the room the girl entered . . ."

Bakugou furrowed his brows, "What the fuck are you saying, Deku?"

"T-There's a door there!" Midoriya pointed to the 'live' door.

Todoroki frowned, "You're saying–"

“ Ten seconds remaining. ”

"Y-Yes!" Midoriya showed the paper again and he marked a line at the half of the room, "The room it . . . it isn't s-square!"

"So–"

"There's another room behind that door!" Midoriya exclaimed as you all soon began rushing towards it.

“ Four–Three . . .”

And, again, at the last second you all stumbled into the 'live' door—the laser not showing up—as you shut the door behind you as the basic fire erupted behind the door.

With little time, the AI soon spoke, “ The time limit for this room is ten seconds. ”

Todoroki's eyes widened, "Ten seconds..?"

"You gotta be shittin' me!" Bakugou grumbled.

"Which door is it..?" You asked as you looked between the "live" and "die" ones.

Midoriya's eyes widened st his phone before looking at both of them, "O-Over there!" He pointed to the "die" door as he rushed towards it—you all following behind.

“ Five–Four–Three . . .”

As it counted down, he quickly opened the last door with you all shuffling in right after him. Once everyone had made it into the safe room, Midoriya quickly shut the door. Neither of you bothered to wait to see what would happen as you each followed the dark hallway until you came to some stairs.

"Downstairs!" Midoriya said as he began down them—you all followed without question.

It didn't take long for you to reach the bottom, entering into a dump of a place with trash and all sorts of items scattered about on the ground though that didn't stop either of you to fall to the ground and out of breath.

Right as you did, each of your phones dinged, “ Game cleared. Congratulations. ”

"W-We . . . we did it." Midoriya said as he looked down at the phone with "Game Cleared" gracing the screen.

You swallowed as you tried to catch your breath before standing up as you looked at the green haired male, "It's all thanks to you . . ."

"Is everyone okay?" Todoroki asked as he got up himself.

Midoriya got up, "Y-Yeah."

Bakugou looked at you then back at the other two males before getting up and dusting himself off, "Tch. Of course, I'm fucking okay."

You each began to look around the room, now having time to finally think. But you soon stopped once your eyes landed on a table in the middle of the messy room. You slowly made your way towards it, the males watching you, only stopping once you had made it in front of the table—taking notice of a "three of clubs" lying on top of it.

You slowly picked it up, the three males behind you now as they peeked over your shoulders at the small playing card. As you all just stared at it silently, each of your phones dinged once more. This caused you all to look down at them.

“ To the survivors of the game, we will now supply you with a visa. ”

Your screens popped up three club symbols with the words "We Will Supply All Game Survivors With A Three-Day Visa" as the clubs slowly turned white from the original black color.

Todoroki blinked at the phone, "Visa?"

But as they were confused, the sound of footsteps rang through the large room. This made you all look up, spotting an older-looking man with thick black lines around his eyes trudging towards you all—his clothes all tattered and bloodied—before stopping multiple feet from you all.

"Who the fuck are you?" Bakugou glared over at the man.

"I'm going to . . . drop out of this game!" He muttered at you all.

Todoroki just stared at him, "What is he–"

"You guys . . ." The man interrupted, "There is no end to this game no matter how many you clear.

Midoriya's eyes widened, "W-What..?"

"My visa ends today." The man continued, "Finally . . . t-this is the end." Right as he said this, a laser soon came from above and struck him—everyone's, aside from yours, eyes widened.

"W-What the . . ." Midoriya trailed off.

Suddenly, the lights of the building started to shut off one-by-one. With a sigh on your end, you soon began walking towards the man—the males subconsciously following behind you before you all stopped and looked down at his lifeless body.

"When it's a new day . . ." You started, "You'll die if your visa expires."

"Our visas will end, too." Todoroki stated as he looked back at his phone.

Midoriya swallowed, "T-Three more days."

"Seriously?" Bakugou muttered as he also looked down at his phone.

You looked at them, "If you don't want to die . . . you'll have to continue playing the games."

With a sigh, you started back walking to find a place to stay in for the night since you had successfully restored your visa—temporarily at least. But you'd worry about it when the time came to replenish it again.

"W-Wait!" You heard Midoriya call out.

You hummed as you turned around, the three males staring at you, "What is it?"

"Uhm . . ." He began to shift in his spot, looking to the ground before turning his gaze back to you, "Would y-you like to join us?"

Your eyes widened slightly, "Huh? M-Me..? That's–"

"You've gotta be fucking joking." Bakugou narrowed his eyes at Midoriya, "You can't be fucking serious."

"What? N-No . . . I-I just thought that–"

You watched as they went back and forth, though it was hard to hear all they were saying as they had started to talk lower amongst themselves.

Midoriya began to shift in his spot as he grew closer to the other two males in order to talk a bit more privately, "I-I just think that, y-you know, she–"

"I think it's a good idea." Todoroki interrupted him as he peered over at you before looking back at his two friends.

"Not you, too." Bakugou turned his glare at Todoroki, "She'd probably fucking do to us what she fucking did to that damn airhead!"

"That . . . that is a possibility." Midioriya muttered, the vivid image of Hadou's death crossing through his mind, "But . . ." He looked back at you, "She knows a lot more than us . . . h-having her with us would benefit us a lot."

Bakugou scrunched up his nose as he crossed his arms. He wanted to say more on the subject, but he felt like it'd all just end on deaf ears, "Tch. Whatever, if she fucking turns on us, it's your damn fault."

Midoriya soon broke away from the other two males as he took a few steps forward, "S-So will you..?"

You tilted your head as you studied the three males: Midoriya looked at you pleadingly, Todoroki just stared at you emotionlessly, and Bakugou wasn't even looking at you at all. You opened your mouth, about to say "no;" however, you closed it again as you thought about it a bit more.

Now that you thought about it, maybe going along with these three males wasn't such a bad idea—especially this Midoriya. At least for the time being anyway.

"I guess for the time being."

"R-Really?" Midoriya's eyes widened.

You nodded, "Yes."

"T-Thank you!"

And with that, it became official. You'd remain with the three males: Midoriya, Bakugou, and Todoroki. At least until they either died off from the games you'd all play together which was bound to happen or until you found them to be no longer of any use to you—whichever came first.

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obx-snippets · 4 years

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Chapter 2 ∫ ≈ Ocean’s Siren at the Kegger ≈

Summary: Reina goes to her first kegger in the obx and it’s a lot more than she bargained for.

Warning: Cursing, panic attack, mentions of aquaphobia, drowning. S L O W B U R N

Word count: 3.2k

Pairing: JJ Maybank x female!oc

Masterlist

a/n: thank you to those who are showing interest in the series so far! Hope you stick around till the end!

After long-wearing hours of searching for a suitable outfit, Reina gave herself a pep-talk in the mirror as she sat on the floor, staring deep within herself. If it weren't for Mina and Chris being at work so late, they would diagnose her to be clinically insane.

"It's a party, quit being a pussy."

"It's near water, why the hell would you even go?"

"I mean....you were invited, so it's sort of rude if you don't."

"I don't even drink anymore, so I could bring my own Gatorade."

"Why would you say 'yeah, I know where the boneyard is.' Fucking dumbass, you just moved here yesterday."

"Where are my pills?"

The setting sun was seated on an orange and pink horizon that it claimed as its throne. The breeze carried the ocean's salty scent in the air, tousling Reina's hair that she fought to keep tucked behind her ear. Her flip flops slapped against the hard cement, moving her bike by her side, not yet having the courage to step in the sand as she walked alongside the beach. She could hear the faint sound of pounding music, and as she neared the supposed kegger, the hollering a cheering of teens became clear as day. The lights of burning torches danced across her brown as she stopped just at the beach's edge, her toes only inches from the golden sand. A familiar sensation bloomed in her stomach like a flower that was hidden from the sun for too long. Excitement? Thrill?

A feeling that she hasn't experienced since that night. There was a smaller crowd of teens surrounding a small area of a particular part of the beach, and Reina had to squint her eyes to make out John B holding up a blonde boy by his ankles as he performed the infamous game, the keg stand. Pride tugged at her heart, knowing her past self would have stood up to the challenge of lasting longer. But she stayed put, hugging her body over the soft material of her white oversized sweater that covered a portion of her blue tennis skirt.

Her jaw instantly clenched, and eyes screwed shut upon hearing the water so close. The waves were mocking, tormenting enough to make her breathing ragged and uneven.

A gleeful cheer brought Reina to open her eyes to see John B patting his blonde friend on the back after he successfully lasted thirty seconds on the keg stand. Cheap beer dripped down his contoured chin, his laugh traveling to where Reina stood. She guessed he was one of the other boys in John B's van but wasn't sure what his name was.

Was he Pope or JJ?

His cerulean eyes shimmered under the torch lights, his toothy grin surprisingly contagious. Reina hadn't even noticed she was smiling until a pair of blue eyes latched onto hers, heat quickly radiating up her ivory cheeks. Her lips parted as if to say something but realized how far he was and quickly closed her mouth. It seemed the blonde surfer discerned what she attempted and opted to pass her a nod before stalking away with his arm draped over John B's shoulder.

Reina couldn't comprehend what she felt once she made eye contact with the boy. His ocean eyes. His handsome, chiseled features. That toothy smile that spread to her own lips. That gray muscle tee that made her mind wander. Her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth as she watched Kiara punch another boy on the arm for tossing his red solo cup on the sand.

The one who ordered the sprite.

John B was leaning forward as he sat on a fallen tree trunk, his finger prodding the blonde's side before gesturing toward a gorgeous blonde girl dancing provocatively in a small crowd. It seemed like she was the bait for the night, but Reina wasn't impressed.

"Hot, isn't he?"

Reina let a yelp slip her lip as she jolted away from the smirking girl standing next to her. She was casually drinking her beer; her dyed hair pulled up into a bun with bobby pins holding back stray hairs. She had seen her at the Wreck along with the other rowdy teenagers that occupied too much of her time for just a couple of drinks.

"W-what?" Reina cleared her throat, playing dumb as she wrung her hands to let her sweater's sleeves cover her hands.

The girl glanced at her from the corner of her dark hazel eyes as she gave her a pointed look. "The one you were ogling is JJ." she stated, pointing one of her fingers that held her red solo cup toward the blonde who was currently staying still so Kiara could pluck something out of his eye. "The sweetheart who ordered the sprite is Pope, and you met the rest--oh, and I'm Harlow. Westwick."

Harlow held out a hand, and Reina glanced down at her black painted fingers before shaking it gently.

“Reina Lynch.”

Harlow made a face, “Reina. I like it.”

Reina was surprised when she felt a smile pull at the corner of her mouth. She looked back up at Harlow, a kind expression of her own on her face.

“Thanks,” she replied.

Harlow took a large gulp of her drink, blinking wildly when some of it splashed into her eye, “So,” she started, clearing her throat, “how long you been in the OBX?”

Reina let out a sigh, carding her hand through her hair before tugging her sleeve back over her hand, “not long,” she answered, “definitely still adjusting.”

Harlow nodded her head, shivering from a gust of wind before brushing some of her baby hairs from her eyes, “Yeah, it takes a while,” Harlow laughed, “where are you from?“

“Cali.”

Harlow gaped quickly with a laugh, “Oooh! California, I like it. That’s totally rad, dude.”

Reina let out a laugh, a real laugh. “Nobody talks like that in California, you know?”

Harlow’s pink lips parted, ready to reply to her when the song switched, causing a gasp to slip from her mouth, “I love this song!” she exclaimed, turning in small circles to find a place to set her cup down, “dance with me!”

Reina clammed up immediately, the smile slipping from her face as her eyes darted to the crowd of drunk dancing teenagers. “Oh, no, I-“

“Come on!” Harlow cried over the blaring music and shouting, her dainty hand wrapping around her wrist, “please! nobody else likes to dance to this song with me!”

Reina pondered for a moment, letting Harlow shake her limp arm, chewing on her bottom lip. Worry pooled her eyes, wondering how it would feel to jump back into the party life so soon. She hasn't had a drink, so as long she steered clear of any and all alcohol consumption, one dance didn't seem like the worst thing. Besides, her blue Gatorade was tucked safely on her bike, where she had parked it by a palm tree.

“Okay,” Reina sighed, itching a random spot on her neck before she touched her regrettable scars and coiled her hand away, a smile touching her lips once she met Harlow's eyes, “one dance.”

She didn't seem like it at first, but Harlow Westwick was a firecracker who's adrenaline had boosted to a hundred by the time she started dancing. Reina couldn't help but laugh anytime the girl poorly busted a dance move that, in her opinion, was killer. Instead of trying to mirror anyone else's movent, Reina gradually let her body sway to the heavy pumping music, her eye getting lost in the darkness and focusing on the song's base. Soon enough, the two had been dancing for an hour, disregarding Reina's 'one dance' policy.

Reina followed the tipsy girl around the boneyard, not bothering to tell her to ease up on the drinking as she didn't see it as her place to tell her what to do. She had caught Kira glancing toward her and passed her a small smile before quickly grabbing Harlow's waist when she nearly fell face-first on the sand. Too occupied with keeping Harlow upright as she marched down the beach, Reina overlooked JJ, John B, and Pope staring at her from where they sat around a bomb fire.

“So,” JJ started, downing the last of his beer, “what do we think of the new girl?”

John B casted his eyes over to Reina, who was dancing with their friend, more trying to hold her up than anything, “She seems cool,” he replied with a shrug.

Pope nodded along, his eyes still on Reina and Harlow down the beach, “She sounded nice, and she’s currently babysitting Harlow, so seems like she could hang.”

JJ tapped his ring clad finger against his plastic cup, his eyes dancing side to side, “Think I could bag her?”

His question sent the other two boys into a groan, Pope rolling his head back and John B tossing a nearby empty solo cup at him,

“Jesus, man! Do you think about anything other than sleeping with girls?”

JJ looked up, pondering, “Weed,” he answered, “spend a lot of time thinking about weed.”

“Yeah, we know,” Pope said, rolling his eyes.

“She could be gay,” John B suggested.

“What makes you think she’s gay?” JJ asked, face scrunched in confusion.

“What makes you think she’s straight?” Pope rebutted.

“Touché, Pope,” JJ tipped his empty cup at him, “touché.”

The wind was nipping at Reina's skin once the music suddenly died down. She had been following Harlow for so long that she just realized how different the sand felt under her sandals. The ground was a bit more firm but squishy at the same time, unlike the dry sand she had been wondering just hours prior. Reina stopped dead in her tracks when the sound of waves broke her from her trance. She inhaled sharply, her smile dropping, and her eyes widening in mild horror. The smell of salt became like a toxin in her lungs, and she stumbled back, her hands balling into a fist. If she knew Harlow would lead her this close to the water, she wouldn't have taken up the offer to dance. The dark sky made the water look like a raging god, calling her to step into its deadly grasp.

Despite the influx of cold wind, Reina found herself sweating under her sweater as she created more distance between herself and the ocean. A flash of a flowy green dress came across her eye when she saw Harlow drunken figure dancing toward the water. Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest, seeing her tread dangerously closer to the shallow part of the ocean. The girl couldn't even keep herself balanced on the sand, and the waves would devour her immediately if she got any closer.

"Um, Harlow," Reina's tone was scarcely over a shout, not wanting to scare the girl. "could we maybe head back to the party?"

Harlow flimsily whipped her body around, her pale cheeks flushed with heat as a grin played on her lips. "There's not a pool at the party, Reina!" Harlow stated, her hand's failing to properly set on her hips as they kept slipping off.

"This isn't a fucking pool, it's the ocean. Now could you please--Harlow!

The giggling mess of a teenager took another tantalizing step into the water until she was knee-deep. The waves roughly slapped onto the back of her legs, her body bucking forward, bringing Reina to gasp. Any person with sense would have marched to Harlow and dragged her away from the water to prevent her from drowning. But Reina stayed glued in place, watching the tipsy teen splash water about. Maybe if she called her enough times, Harlow would listen.

Reina bounced on one of her legs, her pleading eyes desperately trying to spot one of her friends in the crowd that seems small considering how far they had traveled. Another loud splash brought Reina to look back at Harlow. Water must have got in her eyes, and she was brutally rubbing her knuckles over her eyelids to cease the burning. Reina's heart stopped upon seeing a wave hurtling toward Harlow, but as her words got stuck in her throat, the water slammed into her back, her body lurching forward face-first into the icy sea.

"Harlow!" Reina cried, taking a hesitant step forward. Her ears keened in on the waves, her eyes adjusting to the darkness to try and spot Harlow but nothing. She prayed that her head would appear above the waves, smiling and breathing. But nothing again. It's as if the ocean had eaten her alive and didn't think twice to bother apologizing.

Reina's breathing became uneven once she realized Harlow wasn't resurfacing as long as she stood there doing nothing. "Fuck me.." she huffed and shook her head.

Without a second thought, Reina was dashing forward down the small hill that led to the water, kicking off her sandals. Her mind was so hellbent on saving Harlow that she didn't focus on how the water felt on her torso, how it tugged on her figure to swim deeper. She knew if she let her mind find out that she was indeed in the ocean, she would surely drown, and both girls would be lost at sea.

Reina's hair was now wet as she was forced to dive under and let the salt burn her vision as he tried to make out Harlow's silhouette in the darkness. She kicked around, her hands roaming the area until she felt her hand swipe across a clothing material. She instantly heaved the girl's body up until Harlow's face was above water. She was completely unresponsive, and a sting of guilt tugged at her chest. If she hadn't hesitated, Harlow would still be breathing.

She pulled Harlow to the shore with all her strength, letting her body lay on the wet sand. Reina brushed her damp hair from her face and tucked it behind her ears to better examine the girl. "Harlow," Reina called to her urgently, cupping her face in her hand to try and shake her awake.

She had never performed CPR, but this was a life or death situation. Reina pressed both hands on Harlow's chest and began pumping up to thirty. Reina gripped her jaw and plugged her nose to pry her mouth open and started breathing air into her lungs. She repeated the action a couple of times, and just when she lost hope, Harlow's body began jerking violently until she was coughing up water to the side along with some of the cheap beer that she let screw with her mind.

Reina's heartbeat eased as she let out a sigh of relief and sat back on her heels, looking up and letting her eyes flutter shut. Harlow wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before sitting up, her eyes wide with her mouth agape as she stared ahead at the ocean that nearly killed her. Silence loomed over the two girls, both trying to process what had just happened. The only sound was their heaving breathing, the taunting ocean, and the party that was likely to go on until the sun rose.

"We shared our first kiss," Harlow giggled after fleeting silence, resulting in Reina snapping her neck toward the girl.

"W-what?" she muttered, her face reddening as confusion pulled at her brows.

Harlow was beaming, and the wink she sent to Reina made her squirm in place as she stared at the girl stunned.

"Harlow!"

Both girls looked back to see Kiara, JJ, John B, and Pope rushing toward them.

“Holy shit!” Pope examined the girl's soaked state and shivering bodies, “what happened?”

“Had a near-death experience, P man,” Harlow answered as her feet wiggled in the sand, “but God herself over here saved me.”

“Are you seriously cracking jokes right now?” Kie shouted, her features stitched into an angry frown, “you almost died!”

"That's an exaggeration," Harlow quipped with a quirked brow. With shaky hands, Reina helped Harlow to her feet. She looked among the girl’s group of friends, averting her eyes from the ocean beside them.

"I had to perform CPR," Reina mumbled quietly to her statement. But it seemed Kiara and Pope caught on as they're eyes bulged from their sockets.

“Dude, for real, are you okay?” JJ asked, his eyes bouncing between Harlow and Reina.

“Uh, yeah, I guess,” Harlow sputtered with a shrug as she held her body to find warmth, “never almost drowned before, so I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel.”

“What is wrong with you? You could have died! You can’t just go out into the ocean drunk as shit!” Kie lectured.

“Yeah, Kie, I get it, alright!”

The two girls' voices started to rise as they argued, John B and Pope hurried to step between them, trying to mediate. Reina stood a few steps away from them, biting through the skin of her lip until her mouth filled with the taste of iron. Without knowing what she was doing, her feet started to move her away from the group, unaware JJ had his eyes on her the entire time.

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Reina's hands were trembling as she unlocked the door to her house, her face blank when she entered the cold living room. The driveway was vacant of any cars, meaning she was completely alone. Alone with her thoughts.

Her worst enemy.

When she took another step across the cold wood floorboard, she nearly slipped. A gasp sounded through her lungs, and her mind found an opening. A door that had been locked for so long that she never dared be this close. But with her soaked hair making a puddle on her feet and her wet sweater weighing her down, the tears that began streaming down her cheeks were inevitable.

Reina tossed the keys toward a wooden table near the door and fled to her bedroom. She had to use the wall as support as she pressed her hand against her chest, trying to even out her breathing. But it was too ragged, and she felt like collapsing. Though her room was large in width, she could feel the walls closing in on her. Like her nightmares had finally cornered her.

A sob racked her throat, and she began to tear off her skirt along with her underwear. She didn't want to feel anything related to tonight's events. She regretted going at all.

Reina finally stripped out of everything until she was bare. Her legs gave under her, and she fell to her knees and shuffled back until her spine made contact with her bed. If ripping her wet hair out was an option, she would do it immediately. From the air conditioning blowing down on her, she knew a stuffy nose was guaranteed, but she didn't want to feel anything.

With her jaw wobbling uncontrollably and her body shaking, she held her legs close to her chest and rocked back and forth.

You're not in the water anymore.

Reina threw her head back, scraping the side of her neck along the pattern of her scars. The tune of the windchime seemed so distant, but yet it was enough.

"I'm sorry," she sobbed.

Her heart steadied, the warm tears continuing to flow like a blanket trying to comfort her.

"I'm sorry, dad."

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pastelbatfandoms · 4 years

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A-Z Naughty Headcanon-Peter Hale

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) If he’s not committed then it’s probably just a one night stand. If he is Committed,especially in a Bond/Mated sense,and you require aftercare he’ll give it to you. Probably in the form of Cuddles,seeing if your okay,after a particularly rough session,and washing your hair in the bath. B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Peter knows he looks good with his shirt off lets be real. Why do you think he wears such deep V necks. ;P On you he likes your Butt also,if your a were,he loves how Beautiful and feral you look during The Full Moon. C = Cum (Where they like to) He’s a Wolf so he has a hard time not just cumming inside,especially if he’s with a non Were,but if he can’t the next best thing would be your Mouth. Unless you’re on The Pill or trying to get Pregnant then all bets are off! D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Peter secretly likes being Dominated,or their partner being more aggressive then usual,even letting himself be seduced. He’s also slightly into Blood Play,left over from his more Psychotic Days. E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) Peter’s been around for a very long time. He’s pretty much experienced it all. So yes he definitely knows what he’s doing and how to satisfy you. F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual) Can’t include a NSFW Visual because Tumblr is ruled by Prudes. But his Favorite would of course be Doggy or any Position that he can Dominate you in.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) Peter can make a witty remark every now and then but if he’s in Alpha mode or having Angry,Jealous Sex then no you’re going to get Dominant Peter weather you like it or not. H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) Peter’s pretty clean shaven. I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) Depends on his Mood,or who he’s with. With My OC he can either be Domineering or Romantic. Being her Alpha it’s usually the first. Though if hes being Soft it’s because Peter either did something wrong,he’s trying to win you over or it’s emotional. J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) As a Teenager he did it as much as any other Teen boy. As an adult well not much is known before the fire but afterwards he had other things on his mind besides Sex,until he met My OC. even now he doesn’t do it much unless it’s Mutual. K = Kink (Do they have any) Where do we start? Peter’s been around for awhile,so he’s done and seen some things... Personally he has a Daddy Kink and a Master/Dom Kink Obviously. He also likes being tied up,Chains,Blindfolds. Peter’s very into Sensual desire as well as Animalistic and,when he doesn’t go full Wolf with his Were Witch,The Teeth and Claws do come out. He’s also into Choking and Spanking. L = Location (Favorite places to do it) The Woods at night,usually in Were form. Otherwise his Apartment on whatever surface they can find. usually up against a Wall,over The Couch or on the Counter. M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) Fighting,he loves Angry Sex,The Chase (both literally and figuratively) Sparring with My OC or after a Battle. Being Seduced works too. N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) No Fire! Or any Feces stuff. Peter’s also not one to share. O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving) Peter prefers giving,he loves being in control that way,and trust me he always is. When it comes to receiving Peter likes being surprised like when he’s sleeping or trying to read. He’s surprisingly gentle,unless you want him to be rougher,then there’s quite a bit of hair pulling involved. P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Depends on his mood or his Partners. He can switch it up during. Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) Not many. He likes being in you as long as possible and claiming you,he can’t do that if it’s quick. but he loves teasing you in public. weather it’s with his hands or just his looks. R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) Only in Wolf Form. S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) Question is how long can YOU last?? T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) If they’re human he will. But he prefers using what he has himself,like his Claws,Though he’s not averse to using a Flog or Paddle if you’ve been really bad. U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Peter’s middle name is Tease. He LOVES it,especially if he wants you for himself and is trying to seduce you. Usually results in you jumping him or just leaving frustrated. V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) He’s not too loud,he only Howls in Wolf Form,but he does Growl when he’s feeling Dominant or in Alpha Mode. W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) Peter loves when his Girl impulsively climbs onto him and makes out with him,when alone,especially when she’s in heat. X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) He’s pretty thick and long.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) I think that’s pretty self explanatory but he is a Wolf and an Alpha so yeah once he found his Mate,their Sex Drive became pretty high. Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Peter doesn’t sleep too much,he’s usually out roaming,and killing,during the night. But if he’s feeling pretty protective and Daddy like with his Mate that night,he’ll cuddle her and watch over her while she sleeps. Usually Humming her a song.

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What’s Wrong With Me?! Chapter 1~

~~ Third Person POV ~~

•••••Sadie crept onto the bus, the Malfoy’s standing behind her. Draco and her decided that once they stepped foot onto the train they would go their separate ways. Well...they decided it was for the best, considering everything going on.

She nodded at Draco, at the exact same time he did. She then turned her back to the only person that’s ever been kind to her. Sadie had to go to the train with the Malfoy’s, since her mother Bellatrix Lestrange couldn’t be out. She was hiding from the Ministry. Sadie wasn’t proud, she didn’t like having the last name Lestrange or Riddle. That’s right, her father was the famous Voldemort, more commonly known as You-Know-Who.

Sadie plopped down in an empty compartment, pulling out a Muggle book she had found on the ground. She would deny it-since her mother would disown her-but she was okay with Muggles, Muggleborns, Half-Bloods, and so called ‘Blood Traitors’.

She started reading, until a pair of red hair twins ran into the compartment, slamming the door shut. Sadie was about to say something but both quickly put a finger over their lips. Sadie quickly shut her mouth, waiting to hear what they were hiding from.

“Where is those dirty blood traitors?! Find them!” A voice yelled out angrily. She flinched, knowing it was Draco’s voice. Sadie didn’t do anything, her eyes squeezed shut.

“Hey, sorry ‘bout that,” one of them finally said, looking at her. She opened her eyes and shrugged, not really minding.

“Malfoy just had one of his minions get pimples all over their face, and his robes set on fake fire,” the other said, causing her to hide a smile behind her hair. Sadie had to admit, it was hilarious. She just didn’t want to open up, afraid of what would happen if they figured out her parents.

Finally she gave in, laughing at the prank they had described. She knew his two ‘minions’ Crabbe and Goyle, thinking of how one would look with pimples covering his already ugly face. And she imagines as her almost-brother started to play drama king at the sight of his robes caught on fire. Once she settled down, she titled her head up to look at the boys who were a year older.

“You’re the Weasley twins, am I correct? Fred and George?” Sadie questioned, pointing at one then the other. Their mouths fell open in awe, their eyes sparkling. The train hadn’t started moving, so she was glad to have somebody to talk to while waiting.

“How’d you guess us right?! You’ve never even seen us before!” Fred exclaimed in astonishment. She shrugged, hiding the slight smirk that pinched at her lips.

“I don’t know. Lucky guess?” She replies cheekily, her smirk growing by the second. They both chuckled, slowly sinking into the seats in front of her.

“I like her. She’s outgoing, has a sense of humor, cheeky, silly, funny, and she doesn’t seem to be a snitch,” George stated, looking at Fred. Her shoulder length hair hit her face as she looked up completely. Fred nodded, a smile plastered on his face. The second years leaned back, completely forgetting about why and how they had ended up there.

“Not to mention she’s friendly and seems to get along with everyone,” Fred added, making her smile grow. George nodded, staring at her.As Sadie sat up straighter her book fell to the floor, forgotten. She flipped her hair from her face, huffing as it ended up hitting her in the face. The three laughed as she pulled hair from her mouth.

“FRED?! GEORGE?!” A voice called out angrily, making the twin’s heads whip up. Her heart sunk, thinking about how she’d be alone again.

“Bloody hell, we forgot about Lee!” George shouted, hitting himself in the forehead with his hand. Fred groaned, throwing his head back. Sadie watched curiously, her head cocking slightly.

“We left him behind, he had to face Malfoy alone- we’re going to die,” Fred mumbled. They opened the door, starting to leave. She felt slightly hurt, even if they’d just met, they left without even a word.

“Wait! We didn’t catch your name,” George said quickly, both of them peeking their heads back in. Sadie instantly felt better, her smile that had faltered returning.

“Sadie. Sadie...Cissy,” she replies hesitantly, using her middle name rather than her last name. She wasn’t ready for anybody to know about her parents. Not yet.

“See ya around Sadie-“ “If we’re not dead by then!” They said in sync, letting the door shut behind them as they ran. She shook her head, a trace of a smile gracing her lips. She didn’t have many of those, unless she was with Draco. Not even a minute later, two boys slowly opened the door. One had black hair, that fell messily on top of his head. The other had fiery hair just as the twins. She remembered Narcissa talking about the Weasley’s youngest son, Ronald.

“Hey...sorry to bother you but...everywhere else is full. Do you mind if we sit?” The boy with black hair asked. She nodded happily and smiled, marking her page this time before setting the book down.

“I’m Sadie. Sadie Le-...Cissy,” she stated, correcting herself quickly. They both nodded as they heaved their trunks overhead-well tried to. Sadie smiles and coughed. They set the luggage down and looked at her.

“Allow me,” she said, standing up. She pulled her wand out of her boot, standing to her feet. Her purple sweater sleeves tried to slip over her hands, before she pulled them up slightly.

“Wingardium Leviosa,” she called out, her hand moving in the motion that Narcissa had used once before. The luggage floated in the air and she almost burst out giggling. She was almost positive she would fail, seeing as she’s only ever watched Narcissa. The boys watched in awe as Sadie moved their bags onto the shelf above their heads. They looked at her when she slipped her wand back into her boot and sat down.

“I’ve watched my...mother do a few simple spells,” Sadie stated simply, shrugging her shoulders. They nodded, slowly sinking into their seats just like the twins.She turned to the boy she believed to be Ron, who had sat down by the window beside her. She took her book and her bag of money beside her, that way she wouldn’t pull a clumsy act like usual.

“You’re Ronald Weasley, aren’t you?” Sadie asked shamelessly. She didn’t see anything wrong with it, even if it seemed slightly creepy. She was just too scared to speak around the people at her house, so she mostly listened.

“Y-yes actually. B-but I go by R-Ron,” he stuttered, looking at her in awe again. She smiled, something she seemed to be doing more that day than her whole life.

“Nice to meet you Ron. And,”—she turned to the other boy, throwing her hands toward him—“you are?”The boy seemed slightly taken aback, as if she was supposed to know everyone or something.

“Well I’m Harry Potter,” he responded, giving her a crooked smile. She felt as if somebody hit her with the Stupefy jinx. This was the boy that her father tried to kill, who’s parents were killed by her father.But, Sadie regained herself quickly replacing the once again faltered smile. She was glad that he had survived, she wasn’t like her parents. So she wasn’t going to try and get vengeance, she would congratulate him if she wasn’t afraid of one thing.

“Really? That’s cool! But, I’m guessing it must be quite tiring,” Sadie said, putting her elbows on her knees and leaning forward. He nodded slightly, his untidy hair parting enough to show her his scar.Ron opened his mouth to say something when the Trolley came by. She opened the door, a kind smile on her face.

“Anything from the trolley dears?” She asked sweetly, holding a trolley filled with sweets. Ron looked down, embarrassed or ashamed as he held up sandwiches wrapped in plastic wrap.

“I’m all set, my mum packed me sandwiches,” he mumbled, setting it down as he pet the rat in his lap. Harry and Sadie both stood with their bags at the same time. When the Trolley left, there wasn’t much left on it. Harry and Sadie had been rich -Sadie was technically a Malfoy now, so she had more money sent with her than she knew what to do with- so they had bought almost all the sweets.

They had light and causal conversation as they ate, Sadie sticking multiple Sugar Quills into her backpack. She was kind of zoned out until she heard the compartment door open.

“Has anyone seen a Toad named Trevor? A boy, Neville, lost him,” a girl with crazy curly hair said, leaning against the door. The three shook their head, each having a piece of candy in their mouth or hand. The girl looked at Ron, and that’s when Sadie noticed how he had his wand out.

“Oh, you’re practicing magic? Let’s see it then,” the girl ordered, causing Ron’s face to morph into somewhat disgust or unbelief. Harry and Sadie were looking at each other with just confused yet amused expressions.

“Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow. Turn this stupid fat rat yellow!” He yelled, wailing his wand around a few times. Hermione stood there, a look of disapproval on her face. She looked at Ron, shaking her head.

“Are you sure that’s a real spell? Well, it’s not a very good one,” the girl commented in a matter-a-factly tone. She stepped into the compartment, pulling her wand out. Sadie and Ron now looked at each other, Ron’s face full of disbelief, disgust, and revulsion. Sadie shrugged as Hermione sat across from her and beside Harry.

“Of course, I’ve only tried a few simple ones myself. For example”—she whipped her wand out,almost hitting Sadie in the face with the action, and pointed it in Harry’s face—“Oculus Reparo!” Her wand lit up and a spark hit Harry’s glasses. His broken glasses fixed instantly, causing all three to look at her astonished. Sadie had only learned two or three, and DIDNT even know if she could actually do them. She always watched Narcissa and Lucius around the house.

“I’m Hermione Granger by the way,” she greeted, looking around at them. The girl named Hermione waited for them to say something, but they were too stunned by the way she was talking and the spell she had done effortlessly. Finally she sighed and rubbed her temples. “And who, if I may ask, you guys.”

“Ron, Ron Weasley,” Ron answered first, a face full of chocolate frog. Sadie had to bite her tongue to keep from giggling, and from the looks of it Harry did too. Hermione looked at him like he had just eaten a piece of rubber on fire.

“And I’m Harry Potter,” Harry said next, bringing her attention back to him. Her eyes seemed to light up slightly and Sadie couldn’t hide her eye roll at her reactions. She knew that he had survived Voldemort as an infant and that he was really famous, but people had to stop.

“Really?! I’ve read all about you, you’re in almost every book that’s been written recently,” Hermione rambled, leaning against the back of the seat. Sadie waited for her to be done, putting another Sugar Quill in her mouth. She had plenty to spare-she bought twenty two. Finally Hermione stopped rambling and Sadie instantly opened her mouth.

“And I’m Cissy, Sadie Cissy,” she stated plainly, the blue Sugar Quill hanging from her mouth. Once again, Hermione gave that look again. The curly haired girl stood, her wand in hand.

“Well, I’m off. You three should get dressed in your robes, we’ll be at Hogwarts shortly,” Hermione stated before walking out the door, letting it slam shut behind her. Finally, the three burst into laughter. They couldn’t help it, the way she had acted smarter and the revolted faces she made and the way she talked.

“Well...that was a nightmare,” Ron finally said, causing them to giggle a little longer. Finally, after Sadie had finished the Sugar Quill in her mouth she stood. The girl stepped onto the seat, standing on her tip toes as she stretched to reach her robes. She finally grabbed the material, yanking it from the shelf.

“I’ll be back boys, I’m going to change. Scabbers, you’re in charge. Keep these two out of trouble,” Sadie joked, causing them to laugh. She walked out of the compartment laughing, walking towards the girls changing room.

Sadie walked with her head down, mostly afraid of running into Draco. Sadly, she ran into something else. A human. She fell to the ground with a OOF! She stood, helping the person she knocked down. Sadie saw a red headed kid, a black kid, and a kid with dark brown hair.

She was helping the red head up, picking up her robes as well. Sadie smiles softly as the boy got to his feet with her help, dusting off himself. They looked at each other and he smile as well.

“Bloody hell, sorry ‘bout that. I need to watch where I’m goin’,” Sadie quickly apologized, smiling at all three boys. They seemed to be her age, and when she focused on the dark brown haired boy, she realized he was Neville Longbottom. Oh no...not another person that her parents scarred, tortured, or tried to kill. She could add him to the list.

“No worries lass. I wasn’t watching either,” the boy replied, his smile lopsided. The other two boys smiled as well, and she quickly grabbed her robe which she had dropped. When she popped back up, she held her hand out.

“I’m Sadie,” she introduced herself, as the red headed one extended his hand out as well. He shook her hand with his free one, his other arm holding his robes as well.

“Seamus Finnagin. And this here is Dean Thomas”—he gestures towards the dark skinned boy as they shook hands—“and he’s Neville Longbottom.” She smiled, taking Neville’s hand. They shook, and then she pulled away.

“Well, it was nice meetin’ you three. Once again, sorry about runnin’ into you. I’m a bloody idiot at times. Anyways, I hope to see you guys at the castle,” Sadie said, gently moving between Seamus and Neville to get to the girl’s changing room. They nodded, all bidding goodbyes and then walking off.

Sadie came back into she compartment as the trained slowed to see the two boys already ready. They had even gathered up her left over candy, her book, and her money for her and put it in her backpack. She smiled widely as she threw it over her shoulder and pulled her wand out.

“Wingardium Leviosa,” she shouted, all of their luggage floating down and hitting the floor with a dull thud. The boys smiled gratefully as she shoved the wand back into her boot. They grabbed their things and started walking out.

“Boys, if I must...let’s make a pact. No matter what, no matter the house the secrets the circumstances, no matter what life throws at us we’ll do it together,” Sadie mumbled, feeling like she had to make them promise. She knew that there wasn’t a way to stop them if they figured out, but maybe if they promised it’ll make it harder to leave her.

“Agreed,” they said at the same time as they stepped off the train. Sadie smiled, the brightest smile she’s ever had. She knew, that once she stepped into that castle everything was change. And she was ready.

Ron, Sadie, and Harry stood near the front, waiting for the woman named Professor McGonagall to come back with a stool and the sorting hat. From where she stood she could see the Weasley twins sitting at the edge of the table. They were already looking at her and the boys, so she waved. They energetically waved back-maybe a little too energetically. Fred smacked some boy in the face. She giggled before turning her attention back to the two beside her, leaving her back facing towards the red head who was apologizing to some innocent bystander.

“So, the rumors are true. The famous Harry Potter was on the train, and is actually at Hogwarts,” a familiar voice exclaimed, making her head snap up. She saw the platinum blonde that had been her friend since birth. It ached, seeing the boy. Apparently, he hadn’t noticed her yet. “This is Crabbe and Goyle,”—he threw his thumb towards the two boys(one which still had at least ten pimples covering his face)—“And I’m Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.”

Ron snickered and Sadie ducked behind a random black haired girl, trying to stay out of Draco’s sight. She didn’t want to break the arrangement, but it’d be easier if he didn’t see her. Apparently, she sucked at staying out and away from these things.

“Think my name’s funny, do ya?! No need to ask yours-red hair and a hand-me-down robe...you must be a WEASLEY!” Draco jeered, and Sadie’s blood started to boils. Sure, she just met Ron and she’s known Draco her whole life. But, even if she didn’t know Ron, she would’ve been angry. For one, the Weasley family weren’t bad, from what she’s read. And secondly, nothing gives you the right to treat someone like that.

“Shut it, Dra-Malfoy,” Sadie ordered defensively as she moved around the girl and in front of Ron. She knew he was smiling, and that his ears were tinted pink. The boy honestly looked like she’d jabbed him in the throat but quickly shook it away. He faced Harry again, even though she could see the way he was lightly hurt.

“Soon you’ll learn that there are some witches and wizard you want to associate with...and others,”—he jerked his head towards Ron and Sadie-“that you don’t. You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort.” Sadie felt her heart crack at that. They agreed to go their seprate ways, but why was Draco being such an arse?! Draco held out his hand to Harry, before saying “I can help you with that.”

“I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks,” Harry responded calmly, causing Sadie and Ron to snort. Draco snapped her head at her, and she could see it all. She felt terrible, but she didn’t get to do anything. Professor McGonagall walked forward, a rolled up piece of parchment paper in her hand. She poked Draco with it, and he silently walked away.

“The sorting hat will determine what Hogwarts house you belong in. You could be Hufflepuff, house of the patient and the loyal. Or Ravenclaw, house of the wise and intelligent. Or you could be sorted into Slytherin. The house for the cunning and the ambitious. Or will you be sorted into last but most certainly not least, Gryffindor. The house for the daring, the brave, and the chivalrous. While at Hogwarts your house will be like your family, and throughout the year there will be a house contest. If you are an excellent student then you gain points for your house. But if you disrespect teachers and the rules points will be takes from your house. In the end of the year the points will be tallied and the house with the most points will win the House Cup,” Professor McGonagall shouted, everybody silent the entire time. Ron started making faces and Sadie had to look away so she didn’t laugh. She watched as McGonagall sat the hat on the stool.

“I will call your name, and you will come up, sit on the stool and be sorted! Please listen closely, we don’t need a repeat of last year with what happened with Fred and George Weasley, and Lee Jordan,” she yelled, looking over at the Gryffindor table. The whole room burst into laughter, other than the first years who had no idea what they were talking about. Finally, McGonagall started calling out names.

“ABBOTT, HANNAH!” She called put and a red headed, shy girl slowly crept towards the stool. She sat down and the hat was slowly placed onto her head. Not even a minute later the whole hall echoed with the word HUFFLEPUFF. She stepped down and scampered towards the yellow table.

Sadie zones out, daydreaming as she waited to hear her name or a name that sounded familiar. Finally, when she was about to give up and completely give in to fanasty land she heard a name.

“MALFOY, DRACO!” The bleach blonde walked up, fixing his robes as he turned to face us. Sadie already knew what house he’d be in, only because she knew about how the hat decided and what he wanted. SLYTHERIN! The word rang in her head as he walked to the green clad table.

“GRANGER, HERMIONE!” Sadie watched as the know-it-all girl walked up, sitting down on the stool elegantly. The hat hummed, making small comments here and there. Better be...GRYFFINDOR! The hats voice filled everybody’s ears as she got down and McGonagall didn’t waste a second callling the next. NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM”

GRYFFINDOR. It rang loud and proud as he tried to scamper down the steps with the hat still on. McGonagall quickly jumped, grabbing it from his head as he tripped and groaned. Everybody grimaced, except a few people from Slytherin, a few from Ravenclaw, and two from Gryffindor. Oh, and the three form Hufflepuff who had been laughing at every mistake.

“WEASLEY, RONALD!” Sadie watched as her red head friend stepped up, slowly lowering himself onto the stool. Everybody could see his nervous, afraid face. The hat started humming, commenting on how he was another Weasley. GRYFFINDOR! Ron let out a laugh that signaled relief. He walked towards the Gryffindor table, high-fiving George.

“POTTER, HARRY!” The hall went silent, everybody staring at him. He walked forward, and the hate dropped above his head. He took a little longer than the others, five minutes. You could hear him muttering and whispering until finally he was silent. GRYFFINDOR! Sadie clapped loudly, sending the boy a smile. He smiled back and jogged towards Ron.

“CHANG, CHO!” The girl with black hair that she had hid behind when Draco was there stepped up, sitting on the stool. The hat had barely been in her head ten seconds when it made up its mind. RAVENCLAW! Sadie clapped lazily, waiting for the next person.

“RIDDLE-LESTRANGE, SADIE!” All heads turned towards her, everybody focusing on her. She slowly walked forward, sinking onto the stool. *Great, know everybody in the blood school knows!* she thought to herself. The hat started talking, but unlike the other times he spoke clear so everybody in the hall heard him.

“Hmm...yes very loyal. Serves one cause, and wouldn’t leave anybody behind...would die for what you believe in, very loyal,”he hummed, as if he was digging through her brain. She let him do his thing, sitting quiet and still. “Very clever, witty. Intelligent. Very intelligent. Got a good student here, the best of the best is my bet. Yes, very wise.” He laughed, making her ears tint pink. She couldn’t believe this, why was he so vocal during hers?

“Ah, yes. Very ambitious. Ooh. You, Miss Lestrange, are overly cunning. You seem to be exactly like your mother,” he exclaimed, causing her body to go numb. Like her mother? Like a killer? A torturer? A murder? Like a death eater?! She pushed the thought away, listening to him continue. “Aaah, there it is. Daring. All of it. Very brave, would stand up to anyone for anything. Really chivalrous,” he stated, his voice echoing throughout the hall.

‘Not Slytherin, Not Slytherin’ was all she could think. She didn’t want to be any more like her mother and her father like she already was. Luckily, she didn’t look like them, but she still felt like them. The hat ‘ooh’d and shook on her head.

“Not Slytherin, ay? Why’s that? Why not Slytherin?” He said aloud, causing her to want to throw him in what muggles called a blender and turn him into a smoothie. She refused to answer, thinking it. He hummed and nodded. “Don’t want to be like them? Don’t want to be like you father, your mother?” He called out, causing her fist to clench. She knew everybody could see, everybody could hear.

“Well, you’d do amazingly well in Slytherin. You’d do great actually,” the hat sang, causing all her muscles to be on edge. She couldn’t do anything, just sat there. Her head shook in the slightest motion, causing the hat to sigh. “Very well then...guess it better be...GRYFFINDOR!”

As soon as the hat was off her head she jumped from the stool. There wasn’t many claps, wasn’t many hollers. She knew that everybody was staring and she couldn’t take it. She quickly slid between Fred and George, across from Ron and Harry. As the Sorting began to pick back up again she laid her head on the table, not daring to look up.

Sadie was right on top of Percy, the Prefect, so she’d be the first into the Common Room. She couldn’t face the few people she’d made friends with, not after that. People had already started it. She had already been shoved, insulted, and called ‘Filthy Death Eater’. As soon as he told her where the Girl’s Dormitory was she started running for it. But, Fred gripped her wrist and pulled her back.

“Wait,” he whispered, holding her so she wouldn’t run off. Sadie squirmed in the older boy’s arms, trying to shake him off. Not that she wasn’t strong, the boy was just much taller and a year older. Also, there wasn’t much she could do when her hands are stuck behind her head and her legs are short.

“Okay, everybody’s gone,” Fred called out. Most of the people she had already met came out, which included Neville, George, Hermione, Harry, and Ron. She continued to squirm, trying to break free. Fred sat her down on the couch and everybody stood around her. Fred and George sat on either side of her, wands gripped in hand since they knew a few jinxs in case she tried to run. “Why didn’t you tell us?” Fred asked quietly.

“I just c-couldn’t. I-I...My parents have done so much to hurt people, and seein’ N-Neville and H-Harry made it worse since I-I know w-what th-they did. And I-I thought you guys w-would hate m-me,” she stuttered, tears welling up and slowly falling down her cheeks. Slowly the twins dropped their wands and both gave her a sad smile. “A-And...W-we just met and...I’ve only e-ever had o-one friend a-and we just w-went o-our sepr-rate ways. A-and since w-we just m-met I th-thought there w-would be a b-bigger possibility o-of you guys h-hatin’ me and I-I just couldn’t do it. It hurts too much,” she whimpered, earning sad smiles from them all.

“So what if we just met? That doesn’t mean that we don’t care about you already. And who cares about who your parents were?” Neville mumbled, and that felt like a stab to the heart. Her mother tortured his parents, used crucio until they went mad. She looked down and Fred awkwardly wrapped an arm around her shoulder, rubbing her arm slowly. It was an awkward and simple gesture, but it relaxed her more than you would think.

“Besides. It doesn’t matter how your parents are or were, it doesn’t matter what they’ve done, what they’re doin, or what they’re going to do. What matters is how you go on. What matters is how you treat each scenario thrown at you,” George whispered, causing her lips to form a very thin, barely-there smile. Tears still rolled down her cheeks, but she was feeling better.

“Hey, remember what we said when we got off the train? No matter what, we go through it together. Did you really think this would change that?” Harry asked. She looked down, and everybody gave a sad smile when they realized you weren’t sobbing as bad. They all started talking, ending up with her laughing loudly.

“Thank you guys,” she whispered, her eyes getting droopy. It had been two last time she checked, and she hadn’t slept the night before. So, to say she was sleepy was an understandment. Crying herself out just made her realize it. The last thing she remembered before falling asleep was Hermione grabbing her wand, lifting her up and Fred whispering goodnight to the young girl.

“SADIE!” The girl jerked up, gripping the wand that’s been in her hand since the Triwizard Tournament. She looked around, and realized it was only her friends. The twins sat on either side of her, while Hermione, Harry, and Ron sat across from them.

“You fell asleep. We let you sleep for a while, but we’re almost to Hogwarts,” Fred stated before she even had the chance to ask. She nodded slowly, smiling at the boy. Most people that were close with her-mostly girls- could see that she liked him. But, she always denied it because she didn’t want to fall in love.

No...she couldn’t fall in love. She can’t fall in love. Sadie can’t afford to fall in love, she can’t get hurt anymore. Sadie has been down this road before, she has to push away all feelings. Too much happens when you fall in love. The cycle is endless and cruel.

Sadie has learned that when you love, you get hurt. When you get hurt, you hate. When you hate, you try to forget. When you try to forget, you start missing. And then...when you start missing you fall in love all over again.

She’s done this before she can’t afford to get hurt again. Yet, here she is, falling head-over-heels for Hogwarts number one prankster. Sadie leaned against George’s shoulder despite his protest and threw her feet in Fred’s lap, with Hermione in a similar position with Harry and Ron.

“Well then, I must thank you for your kindness, My Prince.” She joked, using the boys nickname she gave him. Sadie finally answered after what felt like forever but in reality, was only a couple of seconds.

“Anything for you, my Lover Girl,” he replied causally, yet in a teasing way. Sadie hopes nobody noticed the way she tensed at the nickname, or the way her ears slightly tinted pink under her long blonde hair.

Of course, Hermione and George-the two sly, observant jerks- noticed and had to hide their smirks. They both knew you more than anybody else-well...that’s a lie. Someone used to know her more. The boy that she’s forgotten all about ever since third year, the boy she completely erased from her mind.

But, at the moment, they knew the most about her. And they both knew that she loved Fred. No, not fancy him. Loved him. Even if she tried to fight it, they knew. They just had to find a way to make her break her pact.

“Okay Lovebirds. Get a room, you’re making me sick,” Ron teased, which brought Sadie to acting like a little kid. Sadie was funny, silly, and kid-like girl. Which is why she stuck her tongue out at the red-head.

“You’re like a child,” George stated playfully, his smirk still a ghosting his lips. The train slowed until it stopped, which by now Sadie had turned and stuck her tongue at George. He chuckled and pushed he rolled her off him and into the floor.

“Jerk!” She huffed, getting to her feet and dusting her robe off. They all laughed as they stood up, grabbing their luggage. Sadie swung her backpack over her shoulder, opening the door.

“Well, let’s see what this year holds! Rather it’s fighting an army, or a teacher with two faces. We go through it together,” she smiled, and they all nodded. She crossed her arms, stepping off the train.

Fred stepped off the train after her, standing by her side. He looked down at her, a soft smile on his lips. He opened his mouth, and whispered softly, “Together.”

Tags: @whatevaaahhhh @floraelism @sudekcy @queen-borhap-stan @justdyingontheinside @queerbehere @gottachangelove

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trcublesomes · 4 years

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🔥🔥 –– have you seen [ MAXINE “MAX” DUVAL ] since the storm? some say they look like [ bridget satterlee ] but they’re [ 21 ] & go by [ THE PHOENIX ]. [ she ] lived in halloway for [ 21 years ] . before the town vanished they were studying [ mechanical engineering ] and lived at [ THE DORMS ]. most people knew the [ CISFEMALE ] as [ sharp-witted ] but i’ve heard they can also be [ - BRAZEN ]. for some reason, they feel [ relieved ] about the town’s disappearance. ( doofus, 23 (for like 2 more weeks ew), she/her, cst (the c stands for corn) ) –––––

–––– local idiot admin is back and she has a new child on the rise . pls do not call her maxine as she will not hesitate to clap back , and though she is cute and kinda little do not underestimate !! we have a true chaotic good on our hands who really just had the odds stacked against her quite a bit growing up but that is a-okay . ‘ i’ll read your rules before i break them ’ kinda bitch . ‘ act before thinking ’ kinda bitch . ‘ lead with your heart not your head ’ kinda bitch . ‘ good instincts but terrible table manners ’ kinda bitch . ANYWAY . . . you’ll see . carry on !! this intro is much lazier than my other one akdjfhas so bear w me

max was born and raised in halloway to the ‘never gonna get out of this place’ sorta people. only her mother did, shortly after she was born, in the middle of the night with no warning and no telling. of where she might go, leaving her with her father. woof.

her old man really tried. he was a good dad, but the man’s moral compass was all sorts of out of whack. he spent as much time as possible with max and took as good of care of her as possible but like honestly?? having a kid is EXPENSIVE. being alive is expensive, and the straight and narrow honest path doesn’t always get you what you need.

he ultimately fell back into old habits which meant he spent a lot of time in the city boosting cars only to bring them back to halloway to sell for parts or modify for street racing and upselling. this was a business he ran under the table at an autoshop in town that the duval family started decades prior.

max never really knew this was going on because he kept it very much separate from her. they spent a lot of time working in their garage at home together on his old beater truck and a couple of other junkers that came in through the years, but she never visited the autoshop past sundown. just figured dad was a mechanic by day and a bit dependent on alcohol most nights.

when she was around fifteen, though, a job went horribly wrong and put her father away for life. thus began max’s time in the system, three years and three different foster homes in and around the halloway area... which had her consistently frustrated because she A: knew being adopted wouldn’t happen since she was 15?? and B: had pretty much been taking care of herself her whole life so sticking her in a house seemed stupid.

duval’s autoshop was bought by a friend of her father’s who was a friend no more after the ordeal, and renamed. she got a job there when she was old enough, first running the front desk, then working under the hood. she’s a hands-on learner and caught on to anything her father didn’t teach her very quickly.

even though she was a hard worker and happily minded her own gd business... she’s her father’s daughter, and trouble always seemed to find her. sometimes it was her fault— because she’s got a temper and a knack for being fussy under heavy authority—, other times it was the preconceived judgements attached to her last name. “trouble’s in her dna” sort of thing.

18 rolls around and she’s made.... decent enough grades to get into a few schools with scholarships, but she opts to defer in order to work for a year and save up. lives out of her car for a little bit, couch surfs every now and then, stays with some very gracious hosts, and works her ass off until she’s able to go to school for mechanical engineering which is great!!!

but because she’s still in halloway, hat last name follows her, and a lot of local students kinda know who she is. know she's a bit sharp, a bit rough around the edges, from an icky background. but she did her best and kinda loved being able to actually work in labs and have friends and come back to the same dorm every now and again, even if she didn't have anywhere to go over holiday break. she was doing well fOR ONCE!!!

then the storm happened bc no one in halloway is ever allowed to be happy

it’s every man for themselves, last names and reputations be damned at first so despite initial panic she’s.. relieved, to say the least.

because her grey morality is no longer such a bad thing!! probably reveled in it for a while, hotwiring cars, picking locks, maybe took a bat to the window of an old foster home. then when she realized how serious the situation was ... she kinda ... started to promise herself that she wouldn't be the villain of this story!!!

and now?? well... like everyone else she’s just trying to survive, just trying to figure her shit out, and still takes no shit bc she is useful in this world and she will be damned if u make her feel like she’s not!!

P E R S O N A L I T Y

she may not be able to read jane austen in her free time at the speed of light, but max is sharp. she’s intuitive and knows how to take care of herself when the going gets rough. she’s quick to think on her feet and 110% a tactile learner as in... throw her into the fire and she’ll learn on the job. it’s why she’s so good with her hands and why she went into mechanical engineering.

she’s got... a lot of anger quietly bubbling under the surface bc she’s been dealt a shitty hand. but with no family, whose there to be mad at?? so she probably drinks more than she should... like father like daughter!!! because alcohol is cheaper than therapy my friends

a lil rambunctious, a lil rough around the edges. bold and a lil too fearless... never backs down from a dare even if she knows it’s a stupid one.

does not give up on herself and hates being underestimated. that said, she does have a tendency to give up on others quickly. she’s been let down a lot, and i mean, if you see a pattern and have no reason to believe someone’s going break it...

VERY loyal to the people she loves. she’d do anything for them, ethically questionable favors included, but these people are few and far between bc yikes! it’s hard to really get to know her

nice until you give her even the slightest reason not to be, and not much for second chances

looks like a cinnamon roll, could probably kill you type shit

chaotic good “i read the rules before i break them” type shit

fundamentally good

there’s a.... soft undertone to her... it’s there. it’s just rare, and it takes the right people to bring it out of her.

likes to take things apart and put them back together to see how they’re made aksdjf

also,........ has a lowkey love affair with music. she picked up guitar about a decade ago and often plays to relax herself. she’s got pretty voice and isn’t bad at the strumming game bUT YA KNOW it’s not something she ever wanted to do anything with. u wanna know what she sounds like??? of course i’ll show you even though you didn’t ask!! here ya go

she does not mind the disappearance because!! she has no one to go back to anyway. it also kinda gave her a clean slate. she’s useful here more than she is notorious. the playing field is more even. and like... the girl IS useful so !!! she’s better off here than back ‘home’, in her opinion

lil bit of selina kyle... lil bit of season 2 nancy wheeler... lil bit of raven reyes

OK THIS TURNED OUT MORE OBNOXIOUS THAN PLANNED

i’m gonna spam the dash now aksdjfh but smash the like and i’ll come to you and we can plot w max (and esme since i suck and haven’t done that either)

#this. is UGLYASDLKFA #hallowayintro #nakdjf

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sugar-petals · 5 years

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Sub!J-Hope A-Z

a/n: the series is finished 💙 thank you for keeping up with it, i hope the format was a lot of fun to read. masterpost with all seven parts in one spot see mlist!

⚠️ warnings: dom/sub dynamics, smut, bdsm

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Hobi loves endless nuzzles and might want to steal your favorite fluffy blanket. You make him French Toast and put on some softer music to chill out to.

b = body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His ears! One of his many cute assets. But the favorite on his list. As for you, Hobi won’t really be able to decide. He might even say that he likes your sense of rhythm instead.

c = cum (anything to do with cum basically… i’m a disgusting person)

Mister Jung Hoseok likes being filmed when you sit on his face. This guy will swallow everything.

d = dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Spreader bars and nipple clamps are Hobi’s vision of paradise. He just gets way too shy asking you about them so it remains a diary entry and masturbation fantasy for longer.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Hobi might be a dancer with immaculate coordination, but he can be nervous or clumsy with toys occasionally. No reason to panic, he can leave all handling to you after all. His overall sexual intuition can make up for any questions or insecurities he might have about BDSM, and it’s a mutual teaching process in the end.

f = favourite position (this goes without saying.)

Piledriver. Not you, him. For a proper fisting. We all know that Hobi is one hell of a contortionist. Get the gloves.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Not as much of a firecracker as you think. He can be pretty focused. It’s more about the sound than the humor; the moaning, the movement.

h = hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Always varies, he doesn’t have a consistent routine. Not naturally unruly for sure, just with a cute happy trail or nice cushion. As we know, Hoseok loves to experiment with luxurious scents, he’ll always smell very alluring.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

The sweetheart. The cute muffin. He’s endearing when you bring him plushies to hold tight or cream to play with on his hot body. The romantic soul in him comes out when it comes to all things caregiving for sure, or when eating fruits of his body becomes a topic.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Jackson Pollock is such an amateur compared to Hobi using his own abs as a canvas.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

Madam kink. Wax play. Being your whiny patient while you play the strict nurse. Yes, roleplay is Hoseok’s calling. Maybe even with a thrid or fourth party involved, sharing is caring.

l = location (favourite places to do the do)

Why not a garage? Or, to be more specific, a car. That’s the ideal place. Or, wait. A jet. Yes, that’s it. On a plane. When Rihanna sang sex in the air I don’t care she wasn’t kidding, Hoseok takes it literally.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Totally making the bedposts rock with you, sex is integral to him. It’s a good way to bond and make memories. He’s complete heart eyes for you even past the initial stages of knowing each other.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Something like waterboarding or scat.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Wow. That is the most fervent head you’ll ever get. Wild, wild tongue explosion. That’s a rap on fire if you’ve ever seen one, Hoseok is practically begging to get punished for his rapid mouth. Also receives well because of all the reactions.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and furious! Vin Diesel who? Somebody give that guy a speeding ticket.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Champ! Hoseok loves quickies and is really good at getting you off in the shortest amount of time. In the paraphrased words of Captain America: Boy can do this all day.

r = risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Very risk-averse when it comes to say electro torture, or having sex with some booze involved (!), but breath play— that’s where you can push for limits. If you want to try choking with a belt involved, he’s down. Hoseok loves you controlling his breath. Other forms of edge play he’ll be interested in concern all things anal.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Come on. No way Jung Hoseok doesn’t have the endurance it takes. Two, three rounds, there he goes. Unless you touch his trigger spots at the neck or armpits. He’s super sensitive and erogenous there. Don’t tell anybody.

t = toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

A variety of butt plugs and penis pumps remains stored safely in a mysterious dark blue box underneath his bed. With lube, disinfectant, condoms. He enjoys to use it on himself big time when he has time to kill between schedules. Hobi won’t be bored by himself, no worries.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

Teasing: fifty-fifty. He’d rather pout just because to make you laugh and squeeze him. The maknae line often comes to tease the poor sunshine that he makes sparkly eyes at you only to get womanhandled. Yes, all three, and Hobi a bit later.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

There’s a reason why gags are perfect, because Jung Hoseok would be in conflict with the law should one of his harder, messy orgasms reach the world unfiltered.

w = wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Fingering enthusiast. He’s got it fingered out. Figured, sorry.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

I mean, he owns a penis pump so...

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

The boy wants to be your slave, your pet, your everything. He will let you mark, whip, and lick his sexy body until exhaustion.

z = zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Unless the smell of French Toast from the kitchen keeps him awake: Ten minutes and you will witness a soft, dozing angel in the sheets.

#hoseok smut #sub!j-hope #sub!bts #j-hope smut #bts smut #bts imagine #bts a-z analysis #j-hope a-z #j-hope smut abc #bts smut abc #j-hope x reader #sub-bts-network #bts #j-hope #bangtan #bts scenario #bts scenarios #bts imagines

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shoulda-stayed-frozen · 5 years

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Warm Up

[have some unapologetic as hell fluff and slowest burn in history. maybe in the next 200 years these idiots will hold hands]

[Nick Valentine x OC. if that ruffles your butt in the wrong way then ¯\_(ツ)_/¯]

It’s a long ways to that settlement that needs his help, and the unexpected freezing cold front has Nick forcing James to stop and try and get some sleep. Hard to do when you can’t seem to get warm no matter what. Good thing Nick is such a good friend.

I say I’ll move the mountains

And I’ll move the mountains

If he wants them out of the way...

One of James’s favorite things to do, Nick had been unable to help but notice, was to play the radio on his pipboy while they were on particularly long trips. He kept it loud enough for them to both hear, but quiet enough that if either of them got the urge to say something, it would be possible to easily converse over the music. James said he enjoyed having background noise, as it was good for distracting him from aching feet or sweat-soaked clothes or a tired back.

However this time around, the thing James was trying to be distracted from was the frigidly cold wind blowing harshly into his face as he and Nick made a slow trek down an open road. His teeth were chattering, and he wasn't entirely sure that the arms he’d crossed in front of his chest hadn’t frozen to his vault suit.

“You know, there’s being a trooper, and then there’s ignoring your own body’s warning signs for hypothermia.” Nick pointed out. The cold didn’t bother the robot as much as it did a flesh and blood human. Certainly it could be damaging, as the colder he was the harder his processors had to work to keep him warm enough to stay functioning. But the worst consequence he faced was passing out until the environment warmed back up enough for him to reboot.

If James passed out, Nick highly doubted he’d pop back up when the sun came up.

Crazy, he calls me

Sure I’m crazy

Crazy in love, I’d say…

James blew into his hands, frozen eyelashes fluttering against his face as he tried to blink and wet his icy eyes. “Gh...o-o-only a f-f-few more m-m-miles right?”

“Sure, if by a few you mean ‘ten’.”

James groaned in the back of his throat.

“I think we outta make camp for the night, pal.”

“B-b-but th-th-that s-s-settlement-”

“Not even Deathclaws are out in this weather, James. At any rate, you’re not gonna be much use showing up as a popsicle. Nevermind the cold, you need to rest. We can’t all be robots.” Nick smiled at him.

James glanced away at that comment, observing the blank countryside on his side of the road. It was true that they hadn’t seen a single wild creature since this wind had started. “...a-a-alright. But j-j-just until I w-w-warm up.”

I say I’ll go through fire

And I’ll go through fire

As he wants it, so it will be...

On principal, the two only carried one sleeping bag between them whenever they went on long trips. It reduced the weight load, and as Nick insisted time and time again, just because he could ‘sleep’ didn’t mean he needed to. He preferred to keep watch as James caught his forty winks, cleaning their weapons and having an occasional smoke.

For once though, Nick wished they’d brought two, so he could double wrap James up in order to warm him faster.

They’d found a convenient little nook in a cottage that was more frame than cottage, stacking up debris to form some pathetic walls around a small sleeping space for James. It was an easy spot to defend for Nick, but as far as warmth went, it was obviously pretty pathetic, if the continuous shivering of James was anything to go by.

“Thinkin’ of starting up your own percussion section with all that chattering in there?” Nick asked, ducking his head to peer into the tiny shelter in which James was curled up.

The vault dweller gave a little snort. “Th-th-that the w-w-wittiest c-c-comment you can m-m-make r-r-right now? M-m-m-maybe we sh-should be w-w-worried about you t-t-too. C-c-cold might be f-f-freezing up your C-C-CPU.”

Nick clicked his tongue. “Well excuse me for not being the shining beacon of dry wit when I’m a little distracted by worrying if my partner is gonna lose his trigger fingers and then some.”

James smiled at the synth as best he could when his jaw wouldn’t stop moving. “I-I s-s-survived being f-f-frozen before.”

“That was a bit of a cleaner process. Monstrous as those Vault-Tec guys were they at least knew what they were doing and were backed by a good amount of money as well. So I’m going to have to strongly discourage your amateur attempt at bargain cryotherapy.”

Crazy, he calls me

Sure I’m crazy

Crazy in love, you see...

James chuckled, cheered as always by Nick’s teasing. “I-I-I’m honestly t-t-trying here. D-d-doing everything sh-short of s-stripping naked.”

Nick cleared his throat, twisting the screwdriver against his metal wrist a little harder than he meant to and swearing under his breath when he dinged himself a bit. “Dammit…”

“N-N-Nick? You alr-r-r-right?”

“Yeah. Yeah I’m alright. Just...slipped my grip. Cold might be gettin’ to my servos a little bit.”

“You s-s-s-should g-g-get in h-here then.”

“Not exactly roomy accommodations in there, partner.”

“There’s s-s-s-sitting room.” James insisted. “J-just until y-y-you warm u-up a bit. I’ve b-b-been h-hearing y-your C-CPU going h-hard for the last s-s-several miles. Y-y-you’re going to d-d-damage it if you d-d-don’t give it a b-b-break.”

Nick squinted and looked into the shelter again. “You can hear that?”

“Y-y-yeah? Y-y-y-you c-c-can’t?”

“Of course I can but that’s inside me, and I’ve got unnaturally good hearing to boot. Might as well have told someone you could hear their heartbeat.”

James was quiet for a second. “...d-d-d-don’t av-v-void the topic.”

Nick rolled his eyes and sighed, tucking the screwdriver away inside his coat and standing up. “Alright, alright. Wiggle over a bit. Need a spot by the entrance so I can shoot anything that might get a little too curious about our make-shift Ritz here.”

James obediently wiggled out of the way as much as possible, letting Nick in and watching him take a seat by the entryway. “I-i-it’ll probably w-w-warm up out th-there soon right?”

“Uh...depends on what you call ‘soon’.”

“C-c-couplea hours?”

“Yeah, no. It’s gonna be a long night, pal. Better hunker down and get some rest while you still can.”

Like the wind that shakes the bough

He moves me with a smile

The difficult I’ll do right now

The impossible will take a little while...

James made a valiant effort to warm himself up and fall asleep, but the sleeping bag, which normally was perfectly cozy and even too warm on some nights, felt like it was made of paper. He kept curling and uncurling his toes and fingers just to make sure they weren’t falling off, and he was a little too terrified to fall asleep.

Nick was beginning to get concerned. It was only getting colder as the night got darker.

“Feelin’ any warmer at all?” He asked, brow furrowed in concern as he looked at James. The man had gone pretty quiet, compared to how chatty he’d been when they’d first settled down, and Nick couldn’t stop checking in on him.

James shook his head.

“.....” Nick looked out the entrance, which he’d blocked off as much as possible, and sighed through his teeth. “...dammit.” At least he was sure that he had a good reason for doing this, and couldn’t argue with himself later that he was using it as an excuse.

I say I’ll care forever

And I mean forever

If I have to hold up the sky...

James opened his eyes and looked curiously at Nick as the synth got up to his knees, shedding his trench coat and laying it over James’s sleeping bag. “Oh, N-Nick, you don’t g-gotta-”

“Scoot over.”

James blinked, and moved himself and the sleeping bag back a bit.

“No, move…” Nick sighed again, briefly rubbing at his forehead. “...move over in the bag. I’m getting in.”

James’s eyes widened, and he quickly turned his head away, making as much room as possible in the bag for his friend. He watched Nick remove his shoes, trying to look as casual as possible as the synth tucked himself up into the bag with the man.

Almost immediately James gasped a little. “Oh.”

“Huh? Did I jab ya?” Nick asked. He was being extra careful with his metal hand - Ellie had complained to him before that his fingers were just knives waiting to have their potential realized.

“N-n-no, y...y-you’re just...w-w-wow you’re w-warm.”

Nick exhaled and slid the rest of the way in, forced onto his side by the coziness of the bag so that he and James were awkwardly facing each other. He cleared his throat and chuckled a little. “These uh, these things weren’t really made for two huh?”

“W-well...n-not for uhm...not for n-not couples a-anyway.”

“...right. Right.”

“But that’s...p-p-p-probably what you m-meant.”

“Well-..yeah. That’s what I meant.”

“..right.”

“.......feelin’ any warmer?”

James nodded. “Y-yeah. D-d-definitely warmer.”

Crazy, he calls me

Sure I’m crazy

Crazy in love am I...

“Glad this ol’ CPU is still good for somethin’.” Nick chuckled, and James swallowed when he felt that familiar and comforting noise vibrate gently against his chest.

“Mhm.” James squeezed his eyes shut, sighing in relief when his jaw finally stopped rattling.

“...probably not the coziest space heater though, huh? Sorry about that. Cons of bein’ an immortal hunka junk.”

“You’re not a h-hunka j-...” James sighed, cracking an eye open. “...we’re just, positioned weird.”

Nick couldn’t argue that. They were both facing each other with their arms either tucked up tight against their chest or lying awkwardly at their sides. “Figured it’d be a little forward if I just went straight for friendly spoonin’.”

James snorted, rubbing at his face to hopefully cover up his blush. “This is a...survival situation, you don’t need to...worry about that sort of thing.”

“...alright. So long as you’re comfortable with it.” Nick refused to let himself hesitate any further. It was a survival situation. It was just to keep his friend warm and comfortable enough to get some rest. He shifted himself and wrapped his arms around James, pulling them closer to each other and letting James tuck his head against the synth’s chest. The strain on the sleeping bag greatly lessened as well.

Before he could quietly congratulate himself on executing that very platonic maneuver very smoothly, Nick found that his internal workings began whirring much louder when after a moment, James reciprocated and wrapped his arms around Nick’s back.

“...this is...th-this is really nice you know?” James said, continuing without waiting for a reply in order to clarify the question. “I-I mean, having...having a friend that’s not embarrassed to...I don’t think I could really count on...on any of my uhm, my friends back before the bombs to...to do this for me.”

Nick hummed at that after a second of thought. “Sad to say but, yeah, I think I do know. Nick Valentine didn’t have too many friends, but can’t say I would’ve counted on any of them to uh. Do this. For me, either.” Nick scoffed, a humorless laugh coming out. “Pretty stupid huh? All those unspoken social laws that governed everybody. Every man was expected to be a solitary island, standin’ on his own, no matter what the world threw at him. Wasn’t really fair if you ask me.”

“Yeah…” James closed his eyes. “Don’t think anybody even hugged me outside of my family except...except Nora. God...everyone in this world talks to me about how good it must have been, before...how great I must have had it. But, I...honestly I just remember that time as being so lonely…”

“Clothes were clean and food came in neat little boxes but it was all just pretty packaging over a pretty ugly world.” Nick mused, already feeling perfectly comfortable in his position and no longer even actively thinking about it. “Lotta folks managed to stay ignorant about it. They must’ve worked pretty hard to achieve that, huh?”

“Yeah…the Commonwealth obviously has huge problems, but...where there’s good people, they’re all...they’re all really close. Almost no one is afraid to let their friends know how much they care about them, because...well, there’s too much of a chance of losing them tomorrow. You know? Messed up but…”

“Yeah. I know what you mean.”

Like the wind that shakes the bough

He moves me with a smile

The difficult I’ll do right now

The impossible will take a little while...

“...I’m feeling a lot better.” James murmured.

“Yeah?” Nick shifted a little. “Should I-?”

“Uh-!” James was horribly embarrassed at how quickly he grabbed onto Nick’s shirt. “P..probably not. I mean I’ll...probably just freeze right back up…”

“Right.” Nick easily settled back down. “Better safe than sorry, hm?”

“Yeah…”

I say I'll care forever

And I mean forever

If I have to hold up the sky…

“...better try and get some shut eye. Don’t know how long we’ll have the luxury of bein’ left alone once the worst of this wind stops and things start creepin’ out.”

“...yeah. Right. Of course.”

“Sleep well, pal.”

Crazy, he calls me...

“...uh, Nick?”

“Mhm?”

Sure I’m crazy...

“...thanks, again.”

“Anythin’ for you, partner.”

Crazy in love am I...

#FO4 #fo4 oc #Nick Valentine #nick valentine/fo4 oc #James Lone #writing #mine #i really want them to just kiss but i cant #make it happen without a million years of build up #shakes fist at the sky

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nobodies-png · 5 years

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ORG XIII Bullet point lists win. Instant follow. Have you already done a thing about when you [reader] play with their hair. BC BIH I wana get my fingers on Xaldin's sideburns!

hIS SIDEBURNS ? ? wHAT AN ICON - okay but a lotta dudes in the org have long hair and oH BOY IM JUST HERE LIKE O O F, loVE ME SOME MEN WITH LONG HAIR

also big soz for the inactivity, i’ve been trying to get a lotta drafts done to fill up the queue and empty the askbox wheeze

Xemnas :

You must have balls of steel if you can ask the s u p e r i o r if you can play with his hair without stuttering - but nonetheless, you manage to do it! And you don’t seem to be in any trouble, considering Xemnas’ intrigued grin. “Go on, then” he’d tell you and you’d just stay there unsure like “Uhhh for real ? right n o w?” He probably gets a kick outta this, seeing how far you’ll go before chickening out (like a c o W A R D).

But you’re way too curious to figure out how the fuck his hair works to back out now. While you occupy yourself unraveling the m y s t e r i e s, he’ll merely watch - maybe chat with you . You know how pretty much everyone has a personal scent ? This guy lives up to his title, cause he’s got none. His hair is also super thin so you feel like you’re just trying to grasp n o t h i n g.

Xigbar :

The first thing he does is nudge your side, jokingly asking you shit like “aren’t we a bit too old for that cutesy shit?” while untying his ponytail and making himself comfortable on your lap. W h a t ? It’s not fair that you’re the only one having fun, right ? You can’t help but just roll your eyes at his smug sneer - maybe you should’ve chosen s o m e o n e else for this.

We know how Xigbar is. He’s not gonna shut the fuck up no matter what you do or how many times you ask him - so you just end up having some s a s s y friendly banter, with you pointing out his grey hairs or giving him ridiculous styles while he pretends to be offended. It’s an overall fun time ! Until he refuses to move from his spot on your lap because he’s “too comfortable there”, that is.

Xaldin :

The chances of him willingly letting you get your way are lower than Demyx’s motivation to work. Unless it’s a life or death situation, he’s not going to let you play with his hair - the trick is to ask him when he’s too busy to actually realize what he just agreed to, catching him by surprise. A promise’s a promise, dude, can’t go back on one !

Unlike many others, he won’t let his hair loose just so you can have the pleasure of playing with it. Xaldin will probably give you like 10 minutes cause he has better things to do than to watch you use his hair as a moustache. If you’re brave enough to go for the sideburns, he’d p a n i c and get slightly flustered cause that shit tickles - but he’d try to endure it until you’re done.

Vexen :

I’m torn between Vexen never noticing whenever someone touches his hair cause it’s suuuper long and he just doesn’t give two fucks about it. Or him being hella aware of it cause LONG LOOSE HAIR IN A LAB IS A DANGER HAZARD AND A CATASTROPHE WAITING TO HAPPEN. So I g u e s s I’ll go with the l a t t e r.

Vexen is used to having his hair toyed with because of Zexion (the boy could be a little r a s c a l when he wanted) so he’s not even surprised when you ask him. Well, okay maybe a little. He’d tell you to do as you please, as long as you don’t distract him from work - in the end, he’d enjoy the feeling of your fingers running through his hair ! Maybe he’ll let you do that more often. Y’know, for s c i e n c e.

Lexaeus :

Lexaeus has no problem letting you play with his hair. His only concern is finding a decent position for you to reach his head, without him having to b r e a k his back bending or you having to do some sick parkour. Once that’s settled, you can do whatever you want while he just silently observes or solves one of his puzzle thingies.

Even though neither of you are talking, the atmosphere it’s pretty pleasant and lighthearted. Sometimes you just call out his name from time to time, to make sure he hasn’t fallen asleep lol. Like Luxord, Lexaeus also thinks this situation is kinda comical - like come on he’s the biggest dude in the Organization and here he is, having his hair played with.

Zexion :

At first he’d be startled and cower away in surprise like “e x c u s e me?? WHAT are you doing ?”. Like he’d gladly let you play with his hair, but he’s not used to people touching him so suddenly - just try to give him a heads up the next time. At first it’ll be awkward, cause he just c a n ‘ t stop fidgeting around, extremely aware of the sudden intimacy and closeness of the situation. No he’s definitely not blushing, get some g l a s s e s.

It might take some time for Zexion to get used to it. Mostly cause he feels so n a k e d with the other half of his face exposed - He’ll have his nose buried in his lexicon to avoid eye contact. I can see him totally warming up to the idea and just letting you mess with his hair while he reads a book outloud for the two of you.

Saix :

If you try to ask for permission, Saix will probably say no, so just go for it and pray that he rolls with it. Surprisingly, he does ! Well, more like he hasn’t bitten your hand off - yet. If he’s in a bad mood, prepare for some q u e s t i o n i n g. A half-assed smart sounding explanation will do the trick. If he’s in a good mood, he’ll let you do your thing as long as you don’t distract him too much.

Most likely to purr or just make barely audible b u t hella cute little noises when you play with his hair (i’m getting Saix Puppy flashbacks now, great) You could probably get away with making little cute braids and he won’t notice at all. Try not to be in his field of vision once he does cause he’ll go b e r s e r k on your ass and take away your hair fiddling privileges.

Axel :

Kinda reluctant. He’d poke fun at your eagerness to play with his hair to cover the fact that he’s KINDA embarrassed about this. Probably will let you have your way but only if you two are alone at the Clock Tower - he doesn’t want Xion or Roxas to try and imitate you if they see you. Like come on, there’s a r e p u t a t i o n here to mantain !

Thanks to the latest KH3 trailers we’ve confirmed that his hair is not just a bunch of deadly spikes stuck with hot glue to his head, but instead it’s S O F T. So yes, playing with Axel’s hair is f u n - even with that permanent scent of fire and burning wood he emits. He likes to see what kind of new style you can come up with. Manbun ? Pigtails ? Braids ? Valid. He’s partial to the low ponytail and will often wear it around the castle.

Demyx

Will strongly refuse at first - mostly cause he puts a L O T of time and gel ever day to perfectionate …whatever the fuck his hair even is. And he doesn’t want you ruining it ! With enough nagging and puppy eyes, Demyx will eventually give in and let you do whatever you want. Okay but his hair has a w e i r d texture with all the products he uses ?

Your hand will probably get stuck there too, so you better wait until like, he takes a shower to wash it all off. THEN you can just play with that fluffy mane. Demyx looks like a completely different person with his hair down, so he’ll be a bit hesitant, afraid you’ll laugh at him - but then he’d discover that he l o v e s when you play with his hair ! He’d pester you to do that whenever you two hang out cause it’s so relaxing.

Luxord :

His first reaction is to just laugh. Well, y’know not a full blown laugh but like a Polite Amused British Chuckle™. W h a t could you possibly want to play with ? He doesn’t have crazy long hair like most of the members in the Organization so he finds this kinda silly - buuut if you’re up for a quick game, he might just indulge you. Only if you win of course.

…Obviously, he lets you win. But you c a n ‘ t really complain about it cause now you get to play with his hair ! Huzzah ! Luxord is a talker, so he’ll just ramble on and on about how endearing and funny this situation is, joking about how lucky you are to have this privilege and b l a h b l a h. You don’t have to worry cause you’ll soon start to hear his light snores.

Marluxia :

Marluxia takes pride in his hair and overall appearance, so he k n o w s how badly you wanna play with that p i n k fluffy mane. If you’re gentle, he’ll gladly grant you the honour of touching it, enjoying your little surprised gasps and hearing you mutter things like “so fluffy and soft !” under your breath. It doesn’t matter if you’re his S/O, he’ll never tell you his secrets !

But he will give you some unsolicited tips and advice on how to take care of yours cause that’s just how he is. His smug and condescending attitude slowly dissipate as he starts to relax, though. Like the others, he m i g h t start to doze off while you do your thing, but Marluxia will try to keep up his cool façade - brushing you off with the excuse of being busy, with the sleepiest expression on his face.

Larxene :

Y e a h - No. Larxene refuses to be seen without her iconic hairstyle, she’ll let you play with those w e i r d antennae she’s got going on but that’s it. Take it or leave it. You don’t know if this is just normal or if she does it on purpose, but sometimes you feel a little s h o c k whenever you reach out for those two strands of hair. But hey, you’re the only one allowed to get that close to Larxene so, kudos to you.

You c a n, however, play with her hair while she sleeps ! Don’t worry about waking her up, she’s a heavy sleeper. Unless you come in banging pots and shit, she’s not waking up any time soon. Larxene will unconsciously lean into your touch, her face visibly softening while you mess with her thin locks. Just never tell her that you do this or she’ll forbid you from entering her room ever again.

Roxas :

Roxas is c o n f u s e d, he’ll move away on instinct and ask if you were trying to pull a prank on him or if you stuck something to his hair. When you tell him that you just like playing with it because the spikes are fun to touch, he’ll pout and get slightly flustered - but will let you continue anyway. It doesn’t matter how hard you try to mess up his hairstyle, it always returns to it’s original s t a t e. It’s like m a g i c.

Since you started doing that, he’s noticed he has been paying more attention to his hair. Roxas never cared about appearances, but the fact that you like something so specific as his hair pretty much inflates his ego a bit. He’d put a little bit more care into it, spending more time in front of the mirror every morning - lowkey hoping you’d notice.

Xion :

Also confused, but instead of stopping you, Xion would imitate your actions - twirling one of your locks around her finger with an amused smile on her face. After a while she’d innocently ask “what exactly are we doing?” and you’ll have to explain the entire concept to her between laughs.

When you tell her that you like playing with her hair, she’d totally blush and feel a bit self-conscious. What if your hands get tangled in a knot or something ? Did she brush it properly ? Wait - She doesn’t even have to with how short it is ! Maybe she should try letting it grow - But yeah, Xion would l o v e this. She’d sit on your lap or between your legs letting you make little braids and whatever while you two chill and talk during breaks.

#kh headcanons #reader insert #organization xiii #xemnas #xigbar #xaldin #vexen #lexaeus #zexion #saix #axel #demyx #luxord #marluxia #larxene #roxas #xion #sweetsistergingerspice

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dcarhcarts · 5 years

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This.....is the 1000th post on this blog, and I definitely waited until that could be true to post it, and that’s honestly? Very fitting. Seriously, you guys are a m a z i n g and I have literally never done a milestone before so I can’t tell you what it’s supposed to look like?? But we’ve somehow Miraculously (tm) managed to reach 100 followers and - anyway, this is going to be me very unprofessionally gushing about everyone because....I love you all and you’re all amazing aaaaaa. I’m??? Literally so blessed to have made friends and write with all of you. Y’all with multiple blogs, I’m only tagging once so I don’t spam your feed ok? And - as usual, this is going to get Long, because everything I do gets Long apparently. I tried to do it chronologically but IDK how well it worked oops.

THE LOVES OF MY LIFE, THE SUN IN MY EYES, MY MOON AND STARS

@ccrrupticn / D!!!! you are?? literally the reason I made this blog?? Without you, this thing would n o t mcfreaking exist omg!! You’re such an amazing writer (seriously, you manage so many muses and you give them all such distinct voices??? witchcraft???) and also so ???ridiculously kind! I love gushing to you about our Kids and you’re honestly A Saint (tm) for dealing with all of my blog construction/life related breakdowns, my crazy crossover headcanons and crashing into your inbox rambling about musicals <3 I miss talking to you so hmu whenever you come back if you want!!

@personnages / Lynna!! You’re like an Actual Angel. I think you were the first person!! who talked to me?? And You were So Nice and Welcoming that you literally soothed half of my fears coming into rpc like immediately?? You basically helped me figure out how diminutives work and you’re responsible for me adding at least 3 of my muses and I cannot tell you how much I love you and every time you pop onto my dash/feed/discord/etc, it just makes me happy inside <3 Definitely 100000% will follow you to every blog (if you’ll have me lmao) regardless of fandom!! i’m super excited about all of our ship/friendship roulettes and you’re just an absolute joy to talk to.

@nikolacvnas / LYDIA goodness you are a W O N D E R. Probably the best? Historically based blog I’ve ever encountered, and definitely one of my favorite parts of the Anastasia rpc!! The care and research and attention to detail that goes into your portrayals are a s t o n i s h i n g? Your Tatya is divine, your Maria is So Lovely and I Cry For Joy that you write Dima honestly. I’d been eyeing your blog for a little bit before I made my own - and I was honestly a little scared of you when we started cause you are a GODDESS and I am a potato, but then we talked??? and you’re hilarious and a ridiculously kind person and I love you? And of course, I love your dog (the cutest in the universe).

@mythostold / LESLIE~ Different blog, same story~ Man, I’ve been following you since maybe day two of this blog being active? No matter which fandom you end up in and which muse you write, you have such!! good!!! takes!!! For one, I love reading your meta posts??? Like you’re just so incredibly passionate about your muses?? And your writing style is so good aaaaaaa it’s so atmospheric. And on top of all of that - you’re??? such a sweet and incredible??? person??? And I love talking to you boo <3

@lifeawoke / NAT BBYSWEET <3 <3 <3 I have told the story of how I did a victory dance when you followed me to d e a t h probably but it’s t r u e your writing is amazing and your blog is amazing and y o u are amazing! You are the Natasha to my Sonya, and literally every time you send me a musing I’m like immediate-goofy-grin-heart-eyes???? It’s honestly a crime we don’t have more threads but like you’re an absolute joy to talk to and meme with and I adore you/your portrayal of beautiful bratty Natasha even if she drives my Sonya up the wall <3 You are Definitely the Funny Mutual lololol I crack up so much talking to you <3

@valianceearned / CARP you’re an amazing person/writer and holy h e c k am I impressed by your OCs!! They’re all so well thought out and developed? Your bios are so detailed and so much love and care is put into all of your characters. And your writing is so Lovely and it’s also very aesthetically lovely like holy heck the amount of work you put into both the content and the formatting? I am agog, I am aghast!!

@gearsandlevers / Callie!!!!! YOU ROUND ALL THE CORNERS I STRAIGHTEN THE CURVES!! love your kids so much. Your Violet is a delightfully clever and likeable kid, your Evan might have literally walked off the stage two seconds ago, and you’ve put so much thought into your cinnabon stoner Henry. Your dialogue is amazing and I love our headcanon sessions lobbing ideas back and forth with you!!

@spareisms / HEY MAGGIE GUESS WHAT YOU’RE WORTH MELTING FOR!! You’re like the sweetest person alive??? How are you an Actual Real Life Disney Princess?? Your Anna is so well characterized and multi layered and I love how she an be so flawed but so brave and just how human she is. I’m very excited for your Anne Shirley too!! You’re a great writer (and a super sweet person aaaa) and I love you!!

@gcneralvaganov / Deanna, I have just one question: How? Have we only known each other for like 2 months???? It feels like my dash would literally be incomplete without you?? You play such deeply complex and incredibly flawed muses with such a great depth of respect and humanity. I love all of our AUs (we.....probably have a dozen by now), our long fix-canon tangents, and....look the inevitable conclusion to this whole thing is that we should....basically just write Anastasia tbh??? You’re incredibly funny and kind and talented and I’m so glad I yeeted myself into your IMs that first time 2 months ago! I love you, I love your muses, (Dima and Anya love their Dumb Boyfriend), and I love writing with you!

@ncvaflows / ALEXA YOU ABSOLUTE LEGEND YOU. You??? Unlocked Ultimate AU Mode Ro and it’s like I c a n ‘ t stop?? First off, I cannot believe we literally own the same books and like the same barbie movies. How are we not literally the same person?? (Maybe w e ’ r e Anneliese and Erika lmao). Honestly from day 1 you’ve been so welcoming and lovely and I’m so glad we crashed into each other’s IMs yelling at top volume about random ya lit/movies/aus!! I adore literally all of your OCs (is everyone a b s o l u t e l y sure they’re not canon??? hmmmmm a Mystery)???? In the words of Li Shang, “You WRITE GOOD????” Anyway you’re amazing and I love you <3

WHILE IT’S DEFINITELY MY FAULT FOR BEING AN ANXIOUS BEAN WE REALLY NEED TO TALK MORE OFTEN CAUSE I LOVE YOU

@curtainrisen / Rebekah, dude, you’re a wonder. Your muses??? So diverse, and your voices for them? Super on the nose and amazing. I love your Helene and how human she is, and I really gotta toss more of my kids at you (Super excited for Duke!!). You’re real chill to meme with and I love talking/writing with you!!

@heartlosttravelers / Tor!! I love that you stan Raoul de Chagny So Hard ( the pure cinnamon roll boy deserves it honestly) and you’re super cool and great to talk to! All your muses are a m a z i n g and I always love the read when you pop up on my dash!

@damerusse / Marie!! You’re hella chill. Your memes???? 10000000% actually legendary. Meming with you cracks me The Heck Up. Lily is forever the puppy dealer, that is all, thank you, gnight. Ok for real though - your Lily is pretty Legendary too and you really got all that Spark and Fire right down. You’re amazing, and I love stalking your threads on my dash!

@lionhvrted / Fortune, my buddy my pal, we really be Out Here making Jane Austen plots even m o r e rom-com. Like. How did we manage that??? We might be literally magical lmao. We don’t have a ton of stuff going on at the moment but I love our dumb pining kids and I love the justice and humanity you give to your Caroline, and Fitzy loves his (future) wife.

@guvernantka / P R U E I already love our Exasperated Big Sis / Annoying Lil Sis / LITERALLY WHO EVEN ARE YOU YOU SMELLY DUMBASS LIL BRO IN LAW dynamic. You have the Best Sense of Humor (tm) and I’m always catching you when it’s like 12 in the morning here so I’m always cracking up silently in bed trying not to wake my roommies up.

@anastcsie / I LOVE OUR ANGRY SMOL AND DIRTY TOL YOUNG-BUT-OLD MARRIED COUPLE AND THEIR OLDEST DAUGHTER NAMED MARIA ALREADY. I love your Anya and how feisty and fiery she is (Dima, needless to say, loves his wife) and I love how chill (and hilarious!!) you are as a person. We do have a tendency to turn into angst monsters 24/7 but honestly that’s half the fun!!

@asundrop / Polly!!!! ok so I know we haven’t really done anything w/ Raps (yet muahaha) BUT b o y was I hella excited when I found someone willing to yell about CDrama with me??? Thank you for being the Eternally Stoic/Always Annoyed Ancient God to my Tiny Dumb Fox Princess?? I love them and I love you (you’re hella cool) so there!

@moretreasurewithin / KAAAATE goodness it’s only been a couple of days but I’m So Comfortable talking to you already? You’re just honestly really amazingly kind and I love screaming about Anastasia with you. We gotta get more going but I love your Dima and Maria Already (tm) and I love your sense of humor (here’s to torturing Dima with ties!!) and I can’t wait to get to know you better!

@annastrxng / AAAA somehow I managed to chat with you and then?? We never got anything going and it’s definitely mostly my fault cause of that High Anxiety (and also the fact that I got Immediately Busy) but you are literally So Nice and The Most Understanding and super great to talk to!! I hope we get something going in the future!!

@soulcrossed / ROSE we have the same name I keep forgetting this lmao BUT ANYWAY. All your muses?? Amazing. You gotta throw more of them at me. Your Sophie?? Are you Actually Diana Wynn Jones in disguise?? I love our crazy au/headcanon sessions and I love/hate that you’re The Worst Enabler and I’m inevitably going to end up with the other two Hatter sisters on this blog lmao.

I HAVEN’T TALKED TO YOU TON YET BUT HI!!! YOU SEEM CHILL!!

@alonecour / @steeledstark / @professor-of-predators / @sclskinn / @dulcettc / @volaticoux / @frxncaise / @argelfrasterr / @i-wrote-myway / @zharptiitsa / @villainsfall / @anyaromanovarp / @agoodandloyalrussian / @aliquisinter

AND EVERY ONE OF Y’ALL AMAZING PEOPLE OUT THERE I’M ADMIRING SILENTLY FROM AFAR EVEN NOW BECAUSE I CHICKENED OUT OF TAGGING YOU LAST MINUTE CAUSE WHAT IF YOU’RE LIKE “LMAO WHO IS THIS WEIRDO TAGGING ME??” (p.s. this is 100000% permission to slide into my IMs/like a plotting call/etc. I honestly think y’all are hella cool and probably love you already)

#follow forever #( milestone )#( ooc ) ✵ ~ CHANDELIERS AND CAVIAR ~ /#((................you know i made more friends than i thought i would coming into rpc as an anxious smol))#((I LOVE YOU ALL YOU'RE ALL AMAZING))#((thanks for putting up w/ me & my Super Anxious Self))#((ok i'm just gonna post this before i forget and reblog something and miss the 1000th post))

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feimaginethat · 6 years

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How do you think the Hoshidan Royals would help their summoner s/o that is getting homesick?

Ryoma:

He found you crying over your phone that had finally died.

“W-What if I never get to see my family ever again? What about my f-friends?”

He sat with you while you rambled on about random things you miss from back home

“A-And there was this p-pancake shop that I always wanted to try b-but I never got around to it! W-What if I never get to try it?” you cried

Ryoma patted your back and wiped some of your tears off your face.

“Summoner, even if the flow of time is slow and painful, it still flows. You’ll get home eventually. We all will. Until then, you can come to me if you need comfort.”

You nodded. “Thank you, Ryoma. I appreciate that.”

“Now, can you explain to me what a “pancake” is?”

“Well… it’s this food from back home. It’s this flat cake thing made of, uh, flour and milk and eggs and other stuff.”

Ryoma nodded, standing up quickly. “I’ll be off now, I’ll see you later.”

You went and walked around the gardens for a while, trying to clear your head

When you got back to your room, there was a plate on your desk

While they were slightly burnt and misshapen, they were clearly attempted pancakes

You found a small note next to the plate

“Hope these are close to the ones you had back home. -R”

Takumi:

“Y’ever think about how weird it’ll be to go home?” Takumi said as you two lounged in the gardens together, his head resting in your lap

Suddenly, your eyes started to tear up.

“Y-Yeah..” you sniffled, quickly wiping your face

Takumi’s eyes opened. “Hey! Are you crying?!”

Takumi quickly sat up, putting his arm around you

“S-Sorry! I don’t know what’s up with me today.” You laughed, slightly embarrassed

“No! Don’t apologize!” he lightly smacked you on the knee

“You’re homesick, aren’t you?”

You nodded. “Yeah, it’s been getting worse lately! I don’t know what’s going on!”

“Sorry, Summoner… It must be lonely. I never thought about how alone you must feel…”

You laughed, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Wha-!” his face turned bright red.“

You burst out laughing.

“C’mon, my sweet prince, let’s go for a quick swim before dinner.”

Sakura:

You sighed, flopping down on Sakura’s bed

“Sakura. I’m homesick!” You whined as she sat at her desk.

“Oh! I’m sorry.. um, I’m not quite sure what to do about that…”

“B-But I eat one of these Hoshidan chocolates when I feel homesick, so please, take one!”

She held out a small tin full of chocolate to you.

“Oh, no, those are yours! You should be the one to eat them!” you smiled

“I-I insist!” her cheeks started to turn red

“Ah, alright then, thank you.” you picked one up and popped it in your mouth

“These are kinda…”

Then your mouth started to burn

“Hot! Too hot! S-Sakura!” your mouth was on fire

Sakura was struggling to keep a straight face

“Oh my! I didn’t mean to-” she couldn’t even figure her sentence before she burst out laughing

After drinking your whole bottle of water, your mouth had finally cooled off.

“S-Sakura!”

“Haha! I’m sorry, Elise told me that we should play a prank on you and I just couldn’t resist.”

You started laughing maniacally

“Ohh, you’re right! That was just hilarious! That reminds me, Elise told me that you’re a bit ticklish, aren’t you, S a k u r a?” you smiled wickedly

“Ah, I think I heard Alphonse calling me…” She dashed out of the room, laughing

“Come back here! I’m gonna get you!” You yelled, giggling

#henlo im have no idea how to write for hinoka #fire emblem fates #fire emblem #sakura #takumi #ryoma #fire emblem heroes

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Coffee Cups & Leather Jackets pt 5

Hamilton Modern Au Thomas Jefferson x Reader Hamilsquad x Reader PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7 Summary: For your first mission, you find yourself face to face with a familiar enemy, but also making a new friend. You weren’t sure what Thomas had in store, but after your day at the cafe, maybe a little distraction wasn’t a bad thing.

Thomas glanced worriedly at you as he began the drive back to the mansion. You were scarily silent, and your emotions seemed to be flickering between angry, sad, and regretful. He knew that today would be hard for you, and he expected you to be upset like this for the next couple of weeks. Heartbreak wasn’t an easy thing to get over and he respected that. However, he didn’t like seeing you so upset because of that group of idiotic baboons. You needed a distraction.

“I was thinking,” Thomas began, stealing your attention away from the rainy window. “You’ve seemed to pick up on your training fairly easily. So how about when we get home, we set up your first mission?”

You frowned at Thomas’ words. “F-First of all the mansion i-isn’t my ho-home. I have my ow-own dorm.” Jefferson smirked at your sass. It was one of the things that made him decide to bring you into the team. “Sec-condly, I don’t th-think I’m ready. I could b-barely hold u-up against th-the boys today.”

He nodded in acknowledgment. “That’s to be expected though, Darlin’. Those boys were your friends for nearly a year, of course they’re gonna be your weak spot. What you need is a way to vent out your emotions. I bet you haven’t had a full night of sleep since they’ve left you.” He took your silence as affirmation to the statement. “It won’t be anything too hard, just something to get your mind off of those dimwitted morons.”

You instinctively tensed at the insults being thrown at your ex-best friends. They may have hurt you, but that didn’t mean that you didn’t still care for them. You knew they weren’t even close to being morons. In fact, they were some of the smartest people you had ever met.

You suddenly realized that this was exactly what Thomas was talking about. No matter what they did to you, you were still defending them, and deep down you still desperately wanted to crawl back to them and let them hold you again. You wouldn’t let that happen. You weren’t going to let them hurt you again.

With a sigh and a stir of your drink, you gave into Jefferson. “You’re r-right. Let’s do this.” Jefferson simply grinned and continued to drive, the car fell quiet once more for the remainder of the drive.

James placed four mugs of tea on the center table of what the boys called the ‘info room’ as you sat down to discuss your first mission. “Something easy, huh? It’ll also have to be someone who deserves it.”

You rose an eyebrow at that statement. “W-Wait. I thought we ag-agreed that I wasn’t h-hurting anyone.”

Thomas sighed. “That’s right, you don’t want to be involved in the fun part. Alright then, someone we can use to our advantage. Someone who we can give leverage that will become handy in the future.”

“There’s Maria. We did just dig up dirt between her and Hamilton, but she’s still in that abusive relationship with James Reynolds. A friend who understands just might be what she needs to finally give her the strength to leave him. After that, I have strong feeling that she’ll blossom rather quickly, and can be another insider for us.” Aaron explained, pointing to the picture of the girl who’s folder he had hung up yesterday.

James nodded in consideration and took a drink of his tea. “True, but that’s going to be one messy, and long case once we do decide to open it. I don’t think Y/N emotionally ready for that right now.”

You opened your mouth to argue with him but closed it when you realized he was probably right. This was the second time they had associated this woman with Hamilton and you weren’t ready to deal with anything involving the boys right now. Work was hard enough.

“I was thinking something more along the lines of Peggy Schylur,” James started throwing the file onto the table. “A politicians daughter, and sister of two of the most popular girls in school, yet lives in a cloud of loneliness. She’s constantly in her sister’s shadows and is always forgotten. It’d be easy to get her on your side, the harder part would be earning the other two trusts. Eliza, and especially Angelica aren’t exactly the most trusting of folks, but they know a lot of information on a lot of people, and goodness knows they love to gossip. The only downside is that the older two Schylurs have been seen frequently with the Hamilsquad.”

You looked at the girl in the picture. In two out of the three picture laying in front of you, she was alone and had a small frown on her face. In the other one she was smiling, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. She needed someone to be there for her, and you could be that person. You also knew she needed someone who was her friend not because of some mission, but because they truly wanted to be there with her.

“I’ll d-do it.” You said crossing your arms and leaning back into your chair. “But not as a-a mission. I kn-know people like P-Peggy, hell I’ve b-been one of th- them. She doesn’t s-someone pret-tending to be her f-f-friend just to use her. She needs a gen-genuine relationship, none of this faking bullsh-shit.” You the look you were giving them, told them that this wasn’t up for discussion. You refused to play with this poor girl’s heartstrings.

Thomas chuckled. “Your empathy is just what this team was missing.” He clapped his hands and pushed off the table to roll across the room on his rolly chair. He unpinned a file and came back. “But that means you still don’t have a mission. What if we give you one that doesn’t help someone, but doesn’t necessarily help them either?”

You frowned in confusion. “What d-do you mean?”

Jefferson slammed down a thick file with a crown stamped onto it onto the table. “ ‘King’ George Frederick the Third. A snotty brat who moved here from England about five years ago, and thinks that he rules the school. He has two people who he trusts more than anything, that being Samuel Seabury and Charles Lee, however, he does have some sway on a lot of people within the campus, especially the teachers. We need an inside man on his affairs and the different things that he plans. We also happen to know that he’s taken an attraction to our little Y/N here.” He set five picture onto the table, all of the had George watching, or walking towards you.

You could feel your nose scrunch up in disgust. You’ve had many encounters with George since your first introduction. True, he was charming, but he was also extremely cocky and always seemed to be giving unwanted opinions on everything around him. Perhaps those opinions were precisely the type of things Jefferson wanted you to get through. You’d have to be careful not to snap at him, but maybe a little fire could help in this situation. It’d be easy to get to him. The King and his posse somehow managed to find you alone at least once a week, and would always try to talk with you before the squad could return.

“Basically you n-need me to g-get close to him f-for information?”

James watched you worriedly, as he took another sip of his tea. “Are you sure this is the best idea? I don’t trust Geoge and his obsession with Y/N shouldn’t be something we play around with.”

You gave James a small smile. “It’ll be f-fine. I’ll be c-careful. Besides, if someth-thing happens, I kn-know you guys c-can get him b-back.”

Aaron nodded. “We need some insight on George. He’s powerful and gets away with too much. We need dirt against him.”

Madison narrowed his eyebrows and shook his head. “I don’t like it, but your right. The sooner we do this, the sooner we can take him down.”

Thomas grinned a scarily pleased grin. “Great! Now that we’ve agreed, Y/N you have to remember that George was attracted to your small, shy, weak self. He needs to think that he is in control at all times, and you need to act the part. If that means coming back here to drink and vent to us every week, then so be it. You have to timid, and quiet. A little praise every now and then wouldn’t hurt either.” Thomas flipped open the file to what looked like a calendar. “According to his predicted schedule, George and co. should be at the library until seven. If you head there alone, I have no doubt they’ll approach you. Focus on them today, and maybe even tomorrow. You can start on Peggy later.”

Your eyes widen at the information. You were actually doing this. You were actually going to spy on someone just so you can use them for information. You took a sip of your tea, and a deep breath before smiling up at the boys. “Then I guess I b-better get changed.”

You sat down at one of the library tables now dressed in an oversized, pale blue sweater and black skinny jeans that were ripped at your knees. You figured it gave off the perfect balance of cute but ‘leave me alone’. You pulled a book out of your messenger bag and peeked over the top of it at a nearby table. George and Charles were talking up a storm while poor Samuel seemed to be struggling to work on something.

Now that you had your target on sight you began to read, only occasionally looking over at them to see if there were any changes. This continued for about half an hour until you looked up to see George’s eyes already staring at you. The British man smirked and singled for his group to rise as they approached you.

You forced a blush to rise your cheeks, and shrunk into your book as if your embarrassed to be caught. “It looks like someone finally gained an interest in the king.” George laughed as he sat down across from you.You felt your face become even more red, out of anger of course, but he didn’t need to know that. “Have you finally come to your senses, little mouse?”

You shyly looked up at him. “I-I-I was-.” You paused and bit down on your lip before sighing. “I-I’m sorry for bothering you. Y-You guys j-just looked l-like you were having f-fun, and-” You let out a sad chuckle as you fiddled with your book. “That’s s-something my l-life’s been l-lacking lately.”

George’s eyes widened as if he realized something, and fake pity suddenly covered his face. “That’s right. Those mean boys left you didn’t they? Poor thing, you must be so lonely.”

You let a hurt expression cover your face, as you looked down at your hands. “I-I-I’m fine.” You forced your voice to crack on the ‘fine’ and let your bottom lip tremble as if you were about to cry.

George took you into his arms and shushed you as fake sobs and tears flowed out of you. “There, there, Love. It’ll be alright. No need to cry over those maniacs.” He pulled back and gently wiped the tears from your face. “Who needs them anyway when you could be with us?”

You blinked in confusion at them, used you baggy sleeves to wipe at your eyes. “W-What?”

He chuckled and looked down at you lovingly. “I’ve always liked you, Y/N. But I couldn’t get near you with those idiots around. Come with us, and no one will dare to hurt you again. Everyone will love you.”

You allowed your eyes to widen with hope. “You m-mean that y-you’d take c-c-care of me?” You nearly winced at how desperate and defenseless you sounded.

“Of course. My friends only get the best, so once you’re with me you’ll never leave. You’ll never want to.” You began to worry at his words but quickly covered it with a timid smile.

“T-That sounds a-a-amazing.”

George smiled and gestured for Charles to gather your things. “Perfect. Well, we’re going out for lunch, and I insist that you join us.”

On the outside, You nodded excitedly and allowed him to take your hand and lead you to his car.

But on the inside, you were already beginning to dread accepting this mission, and wonder if maybe Jefferson was using you the way you were using George. You could already see the similarities between the two interactions, and somehow everything began to be unclear.

You flinched as George slammed the car door, and sat beside you in the back seat, with Samuel being on your left. He leaned forward to the driver and gave an address.

It was too late to go back now.

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crying-saeyoung · 7 years

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Can I request RFA reacting to MC proposing to them? c: Was thinking about that earlier today !! lol

I’ve read this HC before and I loooooovee ittttt sooo much I love this headcanon aaaaa I hope you guys like it as much as I do!! -Green

Yoosung:

-honestly, it wasn’t planned at all. Kinda. You did have a whole plan for a date, very romantic and a night to remember for sure.

-but when you woke up and saw Yoosung right there, sleeping so peacefully, you just had to do it. God, you just had to marry this man. Right now .

-so you get out of bed as quietly as you can, and you whip him up a sweet cup of coffee that he taught you from his barista club, and some strawberry pancakes with whip cream

-this boy loves sweet things so you write on the side of the plate with caramel ‘will you marry me, baby?’

-you did some basic latte art on his coffee, just a simple heart but you thought it was cute

-you put it all on a small tray and brought it over to the bedroom, where Yoosung was still sleeping

-you set the tray down on the nightstand, and sit right next to him, petting his hair and kissing his shoulders and cheeks to wake him up

-his lil sleepy eyes are so cute that you wanna ask him right then and there but you SomeHow resist

- “I brought you some breakfast in bed, honey” you give him the tray and he’s already surprised because !!! he loves your cooking, but what’s the occasion???

-first yoosung smiles at your cup art and drinks some of that, complimenting how cute you are and how good you are at making coffee!!! maybe even better than him?? ooo

-when he looks at the plate to see what you made, he almost misses the little words by the side. but he does see it

-at first he thinks it’s a joke. were you reinacting one of your books or something??

-but when he looks back at you to see you on one knee by the bed with a ring in your hand he actually screams

-without even thinking he totally throws the breakfast off the bed the coffee is safe on the nightstand thank god and jumps into your arms

-making the two of you fall on the hard floor but he doesn’t care because “yeah!!!! yeah!! yeah, i wanna marry you!!” he doesn’t even say YES he just keeps saying YEAH. because. YEAH!!! we’re getting MARRIED!

Saeyoung:

-saeyoung deserves the best of the best okay

-so you make a GAME out of it

-you make him search for the ring and it’s so complex that you honestly forgot where you put the ring

-you hid it the other night and woke up at the butt-crack of dawn, waking up your soon to be fiance along with you

-he’s cranky about it, but once he hears that you two are going on a scavenger hunt he’s BLASTING OUT THE ROOM

-saeyoung please put on clothes we’re going outside

-it’s really fuckin cold in the morning so you guys have to dress up warm, which to Saeyoung means 707 layers of jackets heheh

-the puzzle was made to be really challenging because you know how smart Saeyoung is, even if he pretends he isn’t

-it’s kind of like his Valentines Date (DLC) except a lot less romantic ,, and more adventurous

-one moment your in the bathroom until he breaks it apart to find a key, and the next moment you’re in the garage unlocking one of his babes. inside there you find a tub of ice cream, so you go to Saerans room! You find a bouquet of flowers, so now your suddenly at the supermarket! Just like that, and it goes on FOREVER

-the last stop (where the wedding ring is) is at the top of the hill in a small dog park where the two of you had your first date. by the time you get there it’s the middle of the afternoon

-Saeyoung isn’t even TIRED. he’s having so much fun!!!

-he has to climb one of the trees to find the ring, and you’re down on the ground and you kinda just go “o. that’s where i put it” because, again, you fucking FORGOT

-he hangs from one of the branches and hands the ring to you, and you see the confusion on his face, but also the playfulness

- “what could it mean??? i don’t remember a ring in our relationship. hmm… you truly are a master, because frankly, I’m stump-ed.” bu-dum cccchhhh

-you join on in, observing the ring curiously even if you knew what it looked like.

-it was a beautiful ring. you didn’t want it too flashy, that didn’t really match his personality. it had a diamond in the middle, with two moonstones shaped in crescents to hug the diamond on each side. one reason because it was his birth stone, the other because. it was a moon stone. spaaaace

- “hmm, the only time I remember there being a ring in our relationship is when I proposed to you??”

-Saeyoung laughs because it’s like lololol funny joke MC but then all the sudden your getting on one knee and he’s kinda just like. w h a t

- “don’t tell me you’re going to say no and ruin the adventure already? we still have to go to the moon, you know.” You try to be cocky but your voice is trembling. you’re literally proposing to Saeyoung who is hanging upside down from a tree like a damn monkey

-he falls off the tree

- “OH MY GOSH, ARE YOU OKAY??” you try to help him but he’s scrambling away from you. Your heart breaks a lil bc of that,,

-and then you see that your boyfriend is crying and he’s trying really really hard for you not to see and you don’t know if that’s a good sign or not

- “are you crying because you love me or because you’re hurt because I’m really worried about both” a legitimate question you have to ask

-AAGAHHH it’s cause he loves you!!!! hell yeah he wants to marry you!!!

-that’s what he wants to say but he’s crying so much it comes out as a bunch of nonsense. “h yeh.. wa -nanabb… maaaarrRRYYyy-mmm y-yo-uugh-ouuu ehhhehHH!!!”

-after you get him calmed down he kinda just bursts into tears at random times the rest of the day because he’s so overwhelmed with LOVE FOR YOU

Jumin:

-you don’t even beat around the bush with this fuckin dork. You’ve TRIED. it DOESN’T WORK Y’ALL

-if you don’t tell him outright about something, he’ll never know what you mean

-you’re out at a very very fancy dinner. You don’t want to propose there because of paparazzi. you figure that the dinner will help the romantic mood though

-after the dinner, you two go out to his private garden, and you spend the rest of your date there, walking and talking

-at one point you stop the two of you at a small little bench and request to sit down

-you continue talking while you make a flower crown for the both of you because he’s a very pretty boy and you can’t resist.

-also you need something to do with your hands because you’re so nervous and jittery

-by the time you’re finished with them, you place one crown on your head and then offer him his

- “would you like to be my prince, Jumin?”

-he smiles at you, because gosh. u are… so cute. Of course he wants to be your fuckin prince !!!

- “forever. be my prince forever, okay?”

- “okay, MC. I promise.”

-you place the crown on his head, and without really thinking about it you place the ring on the top of his head too

-Jumin is like “?????”

-very confused

-when he picks it up, and sees it is an engagement ring, he almost laughs because when Jumin looks at you again you are struggling to get on one knee in the grass

- “are you asking me to marry you, MC?”

-UGH YES JUMIN YES I AM aSGHHGH HELp me

-Jumin full out just giggles. He’s got a little blush on his cheeks and everything. he looks damn beautiful. It’s like the guy is shining under the moonlight

- “please god marry me Jumin Han” kinda just slips out of your mouth before you can think about it

-he brings you up to him and gives you a very deep kiss before putting on the ring.

- “MC, if you need me to, I’ll be your king.”

Jaehee:

-you had brought the whole RFA together at your apartment for a casual get together and game night

-and you planned to propose with everyone there

-you just wanted it to be fun and memorable for the both of you, and to have your RFA family with you sounded amazing

-you were. v v nervous but you couldn’t tell anyone because literally everyone in the RFA would snitch without even thinking about it they’re terrible

-the party was finally at that calm, but fun air you wanted it to be. Yoosung and Saeyoung playing Just Dance on the TV, Jaehee and Zen chatting about their daily lives and his musicals while you were preparing food with Jumin.

-I think out of everyone in the RFA, Jumin is the happiest for you two, whether he say it or not

-and really…. he was the only one who wouldn’t snitch….

-so while you were pouring drinks for everyone, you told Jumin you planned to propose to Jaehee tonight but you weren’t sure when the best moment would be

-surprisingly he gave you a?? side hug???

-he was so proud of you guys aaaaa

-Jumin wasn’t the most romantic person, but he did give you good advice. Let it come naturally. Don’t think of her saying no, just think of her saying yes, because she will. Jaehee will say yes

-and that was such a relief to hear that you gave Jumin a big ol hug and a smooch on the cheek before bringing out the food

-an hour goes by and you all are playing monopoly

-Saeyoung and Jumin are getting all the expensive houses and constantly competing for each others cards. No one knows how Saeyoung got so much money.

-Yoosung is making a little home with all the really cheap blocks and Zen is pulling his hair as he has to pay Jumin yet again

-then there’s you and Jaehee who watch the fire burn and maintain a normal board of moderately expensive houses.

-and you just feel so good at the moment. You and Jaehee cuddled in a blanket with your friends all around you

-so you turn around, kiss her on the forehead, bring out the ring and ask her to marry you

-ALL EYES ON YOU

-the fighting IMMEDIATELY STOPS and everything is so quiet

-…

-..

- “DAMMIT JAEHEE IF YOU DON’T SAY YES, I WILL” Saeyoung SCREECHES at the top of his lungs and he looks like he’s gunna c r y

-Jaehee does finally find her words and says yes, then the two of you kiss and everyone is standing up and cheering for the two of you

-they force you to do a slow dance together and really you wouldn’t have it any other way

Zen:

-you don’t want to do it in public, because of paparazzi, but… Zen does love attention..

-so you decide to propose to him after one of his shoes back stage

-you watch the whole performance with a nervous heart and shaking hands

-the whole time you just stare at Zen and you watch how beautifully he sings and preforms. He’s amazing at what he does. You just… feel so proud of him

-you really, really hope he’ll say yes. You need him to. You don’t think you could ever get over it if Zen said no.

-When the show is over, there’s usually a meet-and-greet with all the actors so you have to act quickly before he leaves for that and is too tired for a proposal

-you greet him with a big hug and a kiss, which he appreciates a Whole Lot

- “hey, Zen, I was.. wondering something today.”

- “yeah? what’s that?”

- “would you ever… in the future.. would you ever like to get married?”

-you catch him off guard and now he’s blushing like a FOOL

-of course!! especially if it’s to you, and he winks. He’s just casually flirting but you’re just like THE TIME IS NOW

-you slam down on your knee so hard that you actually start crying and Zen is just ????!!!!!! what h a p p e n e d

-you explain in tears while bringing out the ring that you wanted to propose but you got too excited..

-YOU’RE SO CUTE, O H MYG OD,,,

-Zen just laughs, picks you up and gives you a really big SMOOCH on the lips. pretend i didn’t say smooch because it was actually really romantic

-he dips you, what a nerd

-god, he loves you. he’s looking at you with such a sparkle in his eyes as he says ‘yes’ and putting on that ring, you forget all about your injury and go in for another kiss as he spins you around

-after he smugly shows all his fans the ring in pride

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