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savemeafruitjuice · 2 months

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TMNT 2012 Headcannons Because I Can't Function Well Enough to Make a Fic

yeah I'm sorry for not being able to write super well rn,,, but I'll make headcannons to make up for it!

TMNT 2012 HCS! (Slight spoilers! Don't read if you haven't finished season 4!)

TW!: Some Swearing! (my bad)

why does he look like that- /j

Leo

Lee:

I feel like he's decently ticklish but hides it most of the time because of his "I want to look super professional and ninja-y" persona, but there are times when he can't help it.

Worst spot is probably his sides (I've seen this around and it just suits him)

Second worst is likely tied between his feet and underarms

After the battle with Shredder and his vocal cords were trashed, his laugh is much more raspy and doesn't get very loud. Shrieky giggles at most.

Hasn't effected his sensitivity though.

Will squirm like his life depends on it, but generally is sapped of his strength after a few seconds.

Splinter would tickle them as tots, but as they got older it became less and less common.

However, when Leo became more edgy and stoic, his dad came around to make sure he kept smiling.

Gets tickled the most by Splinter and Raph

If asked, won't downright admit to being ticklish, but definitely won't deny it if it's with someone he's comfortable with.

Karai had to do some serious coaxing to get him to let her, but after that she continuously pokes at him to catch him off guard, sometimes even full on tickling him until he can't remember his own name.

All ideas for attack and protection go out the window as soon as he's tickled

Just flops around a bunch

Can't take multiple lers at a time unless it's light tickling- he almost instantly crumbles

Gets really flustered hearing "the t-word"

He'll blush and stutter, looking all taken-aback

Will literally always get his ler back

Unless it's Splinter, he only tried that once as a tot- never again.

Ler

Big brother privileges galore

If Leo's in a good mood, he'll take any and every opportunity he can to wreck his siblings

Tickles all of his brothers equally, but it's really just a matter of who needs it the most, as well as who happens to fall into his sight.

Likes using cheer-up tickles- and needs to. (These poor children are so traumatized)

Tickles vary between scribbling and poking, to squeezing and wiggling his fingers.

Isn't suuuper ruthless, but his brothers still fear him.

Especially if they've made him mad.

If so, it's game over.

Is also very teasy.

Will avoid saying the word because it flusters him as well, but still makes sure to embarrass his little siblings to no end.

I feel like he'd laugh along with his lee, making notes on the silly faces and noises they make.

The most common reason of being forced to take his wrath is refusing to move from in front of the tv while he watches Space Heroes.

Likely a ler-leaning switch

Donnie

Lee:

Donatello looks like he's super ticklish.

And absolutely is.

Worst spots are underarms, thighs, and general stomach-area, but he's definitely ticklish everywhere

Screeches and flails when tickled no matter how light

Laugh is pretty loud, but his giggles are very light and airy.

Will beg the entire time, but doesn't actually mind being tickled all that much.

There was a time when April found out he was ticklish (she walked in on Mikey wrecking his shit) and joined in.

Let's just say his face had never been as red as it was then.

Is tickled the most for not sleeping for literal days straight, or for freaking out, but there are times when his brothers (+ April and sometimes Casey) just tickle him to mess with him.

If multiple people are tickling him, he just completely loses himself.

Don isn't able to formulate words, his face goes beet red, and will go limp after a while.

If April is tickling him, he is so terrified of accidentally hurting her that he just stops moving- complete bodily shut down.

He still laughs and pleads with her, but refuses to move an inch, barely even pulling him arms down to protect himself. He gets teased about it so much too.

That completely flips if it's his brothers though, slapping and punching and kicking so much that it's the main priority to pin him down, rather than actually tickle him.

Actually cries very easily when being tickled

Gave his fam a big scare the first time it happened

Cannot take teasing.

He will hide in his shell until he either feels safe again or is forced out.

Such forcing is done by giving him raspberries on his shell. (The method was discovered by Mikey, and was passed down to everyone they know)

Ler

I don't see him as much of a ler, but let's give it a shot anyways.

Isn't very teasy per se, but there are lots of little things he does that fluster his lee regardless.

Things like creeping his hands close to a tickle spot before actually getting it, pausing every once in a while, things like that.

Doesn't really say much, and kinda just stares at whoever he's tickling. Especially April.

After everyone started noticing this, he switched to giving compliments sometimes so it was less awkward.

Tickles Mikey and April the most, but it's still pretty rare.

Has pretty light tickles

Spidering, soft scratching, and tracing are his go to.

Has only tickled April a couple of times, but it didn't go on for very long because 1) He got too shy, 2) He didn't want to hurt her, and 3) She turns the tables every time.

In all the times he's tickled people, there was only a time or two that they didn't get him back.

Almost completely a lee.

Raph

Lee:

I'm not sure where his worst spot would be, but for sure has a really ticklish torso and neck. Also Underarms.

I love that he's canonically ticklish- it's just so wonderful.

Gets tickled the most by Mikey (much to his embarrassment), but Leo is a close second, followed by Mona.

His laugh is surprisingly high-pitched, making a prime topic for lighthearted bullying.

Attempts to hide his reactions, and does so fairly well, although there are certain things that absolutely make him crumble.

Fights and fights and fights until he's too tired to move.

Absolutely will not hesitate to knock a tooth loose or beat anyone who tries to tickle him, but there are two instances where he will restrain himself.

One of these instances is when it comes to Mona Lisa.

If she is tickling him, he'll wiggle around, but composes himself enough to not accidentally hurt her.

Both of them know there's no way he'd actually do any substantial damage, but better safe than sorry.

The other instance is if he really pisses Leo off.

This has only happened a couple of times, but it is extremely scary.

Raph pretty much accepts his fate.

There's still a struggle, but there is a significant decrease in the amount of effort he puts in to stop his older brother from tickling him.

Still stubborn af though.

Mikey was the one who found out he was ticklish and has been using it against him ever since, almost always resulting in Raph absolutely getting him.

Ler:

Despite the ler energy I've seen him with, I feel like he doesn't tickle people a whole lot.

Doesn't mean he isn't the scariest ler in the Hamato household.

When the tickle monster that is Raph is unleashed, all of his brothers cower.

Has a much rougher approach to tickling, leaving his lee a breathless mess on the floor

He's also extremely teasy, though it's more so sarcastic comments the entire time.

Running from this turtle is not an option. He can and will catch you every single time.

Donnie has learned this the hard way, very many times.

There's a pretty even balance as to who Raph tickles the most, but the most common to see tickly-interactions with is Casey.

Those two have tickle fights all the time.

Leo has rushed into the lair multiple times because of Casey's unholy screeching.

Tickles people the most for getting on his nerves or to get them to be quiet. (Mikey)

Has tried and failed to tickle Mona, and is still unsure to this day if she isn't ticklish, or just hides her reactions well.

Switch-leaning ler

stopp what is this gif 😳

Mikey

Lee:

Very ticklish boy.

Worst spots are neck, knees, and ribs

His laugh is loud enough to make his ler retract and cover their ears for a moment before continuing.

I think he absolutely loves using tickling as a way to mess with his bros or just have fun.

Is mainly tickled for being obnoxious, but April and Casey will get him more casually, exchanging pokes and squeezes every now and then.

That said, his main lers are April and Casey, followed by Raph.

Squirms around a bit, and tries to hide in his shell half of the time.

Isn't as stubborn as his brothers, but he has his moments.

Is more sensitive to physical teasing, such as wiggling fingers, etc.

Needs some kind of affection after being tickled, such as a hug, head-pats, even just some water will do.

If caught off-gaurd, he may accidentally punch his ler in the face. (It has happened on multiple occasions)

Is generally open to being tickled, but will get a little flustered if asked about it directly.

Ler:

Pesters his brothers All. The. Time.

Loves to sneak up behind them when they're not paying attention and poke them or wiggle his fingers into their side.

Is the only one of the four to incorporate tickling into every day life.

Seriously, he'll sneak it into training to gain the upper hand, (it never works for long but A for effort) cheer-up tickles after a tough mission, even declares tickle fights sometimes!

A very quick tickler, rapidly changing spots and moving his fingers at terrifying speeds.

Gets extremely full of himself when he takes someone down, teasing and laughing galore, though this is usually his downfall.

Tickles Raph and Donnie the most often, Raph just to annoy him, and Donnie to initiate a tickle fight, or to make him relax.

Casey is slightly rarer to see, but that's because he mostly hangs around Raph and Donnie.

Loves playing chase before getting his lee.

Also will tag-team with April to get his nerd brother, secretly being a wingman to up his ego in April's eyes.

Makes goofy noises when tickling people to make them laugh more, and it works a lot of the time.

A full switch

Geez, I apologize for not responding very much, my mental health is seriously kicking my butt, but I'm still holding things together so far! Next on my to-do list is lee 2012 Raph, so I'll see what story I can put together for you all. I hope you all are doing well and have a wonderful day/night!

#r.i.p. my ability to write #I'm doing my best!#tmnt tickle #tmnt 2012 tickle #tmnt tickle hcs #tmnt 2012 hcs #maybe I'll do hcs for April and Casey at some point? Rat dad as well?

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sssssoelly · 2 months

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Asking them to buy feminine hygiene product!

Kazemai's ver.(?) [Fem!reader]

Advance apologies for repeated words (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )

Enjoy the read!

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Onogi Kaito

-In my opinion, without a doubt, would blush RED after the request came out of your mouth or reading the text you sent.

-He grew up with two older sisters, based on the anime I'm just guessing that the youngest sister undeniably must have had him run to the store to get her pads when she rans out of it.

-Kaito will throw a fit just for the show but since it's emergency, for his s/o nonetheless, he'll throw his ego and embarrassment to the side and run to the store.

-He doesn't strike me as a person who will stays there for longer than he could have, details on what to be bought sent, find it, buy it and run back to you.

'This darn thing, why is there so many!? Where the heck is this brand's section!?'

-Cursing himself and the situation while he's looking for it, grouchy face caught the other customers attention that they don't even try to get close to the aisle, opting to wait for him to get the hell out of the store first before doing so.

-Despite him acting like that, Kaito would also probably went to grab few things like snacks and ice creams on the way, based on what he remembers how his sisters behaved before.

Yamanouchi Ryouhei

-Cute and bubbly Ryouhei absolutely will turns red all over, letting out cute surprised screech over the request. He has a sister who hasn't leave the house in some amount of time, it would be a normal errand to run for his sister -if his mother isn't available to do it.

-To him, a family member asking for the favour is fine and normal, but for his s/o to ask for such help is a big deal! It is a whole new world or experience all over!

-Though he will be getting undoubtedly shy and timid as if its his first time buying feminine products, he will get it done instantly. Entering the same aisle he been going to whenever he's out to get snacks and restock his sister's necessities, now it feels different. It is for different relation, different brand, different, different, different!

-If Ryouhei could not finds it, albeit his sudden timidness, he's not afraid to ask for the staff's helps.

"Excuse me! Where could I find this type of brand?"

"I'll be coming to you soon! Do you need anything else? How about this chocolate? My nee-san has always asked for this whenever her cycle starts"

Takehaya Seiya

-Personally to me I don't think Seiya would give it that much of a thought.

-Until he reached the store, despite having been told the exact brands and types, Seiya will be calculating curiously on how each of them differs diving deep on the materials.

'What if the company just decided to stops producing this type of pads/tampons, I wonder if she has alternatives to this if that ever happens. I need to do some research.'

-Getting back to you to give the products, Seiya will be asking you questions related to his inquiries, what makes you choose the brand, do you not use another, etc

-Seiya might not be the one using it, but your comfort, both of you need to be prepared -is what he thinks. He's knowledged enough to know basic things and cares for this stuff, the cramps, the tendency for females negative emotions will often take place during the cycle, the changes in appetite, etc.

-He will personally searches for things that could comfort and put the pain at ease, not really depending on the thoughts of making you dependant to medications -teas, chocolates, hot packs.

"I've checked reviews online, about 70% of them agrees that brand X's product shares the same comfort as the brand that you're using, want to try that out later?"

"It appears in studies that chocolates could help with the cramps, make sure you eat these later okay?"

Kisaragi Nanao

-Obviously, unquestionably won't bat an eye on your request. Nanao grew up with two younger sisters, the opposite of Kaito but surely enough he had faced same situation as Kacchan did without being forced and will completely understand the heavyness, desperation and his sisters' feelings that leads him to sometimes volunteer to restock them.

"Oi~" His voice ringing inside of the house calling for his sisters. "Nii-chan will be going to get groceries, do you need to restock your stuffs?"

-Nanao won't feel an ounce of awkwardness or embarrassment going to the store straight to the feminine hygiene aisle and browse around, sometimes staying for too long in curiousity of those wings, non-wings, liners and stuff.

Looking at the endless rows of feminine products that his eyes started to hurts due to the bright packaging as he whispered to himself, "Does the wings and non-wings type makes that much of a difference when you wear it? Hmmmm, why is that one so small?"

-He also strikes me as the type of boyfriend who keeps pads on him, literally like in all the bags that he uses will have one of your favourite brand.

It was on your date after the training camp, the both of you went to the mall, having fun until you felt the dampness on your underwear that you excused yourself. Nanao was waiting outside the toilet for you when he got the LINE text from you.

"My cycle starts, I'm sorry but could you grab me some pads? I'm really sorry! >-<;;"

"Just pads are you sure? I could grab some new undergarments too 🐸"

"Just pads is fine!"

A second after Nanao grabs a female stranger that just came out of the toilet asking if he could get inside to assist you, which melt the older female's heart. She announced it in the toilet and the occupants doesn't seem to mind, the elders looking closely at him making sure he's not doing anything funny.

"(Y/N) which stall are you using?"

A meek voice came out one of the stall, Nanao went infront of it and opens his small sling bag getting a pad out handing it to you. "How is it? Do you need my jacket?"

-Nanao will, without a doubt, assure you that it is a small matter, one that you shouldn't feel burdened nor be embarrassed to ask him for his help.

Narumiya Minato

-Will most probably be shy at first when you asks for his help but since it can't be helped -emergency request, the most important thing would be his s/o's comfort rather than his embarrassment right?

- Minato are the one who took care of things back at his home since his father most of the time were busy working, ever since his mother passed away, he took the reign to take care of things at home. He's the one who cleans the house and cooks the meals, it is only natural that he is also the one taking care of groceries.

- Hence him knowing the time for their local markets' sales schedule -date and time. For Minato who probably remembers the store like the back of his hand, in all likelihood has been avoiding the feminine care aisle all his life.

-Getting to the store he will know where to go right away without wasting any time, though upon reaching the aisle he is very likely to feel really awkward as his eyes wanders around to find said products that you asked for -brands, size, types and all.

-To presume that he might gets confused and everything, Minato won't wont let anything deters him from asking the staff or any female customer down the aisle.

'Sixteen pads for each small package for this brand, if I buy two of this... It's ten cent cheaper than the bigger package of 24...'

'What else would someone on their cycle would need other than this, hmmm...'

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I've been catching up on finishing one work in progress that has been collecting dust since October last year, it's currently 70% done I'd say.

I want to write more and post it! But it gets longer the more I type(?) it ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა I'm still an amateur after all! Thank you for voting, commenting and adding this book to your reading list! ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )‧º·˚

Posting is fun! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و Will be going on a vacation soon, so it will probably won't be done anytime soon! ૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა

Thanks for the reads! Stay hydrated and eat well dear readers (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

#tsurune #tsurune kazemai koukou kyuudoubu #tsurune x reader #tsurune fluff #tsurune fic #fem reader #onogi kaito #kisaragi nanao x reader #kisaragi nanao #onogi kaito x reader #narumiya minato #takehaya seiya #takehaya seiya x reader #narumiya minato x reader #yamanouchi ryohei #yamanouchi ryohei x reader #anime x reader #anime fic

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celestemagnoliathewriter · 3 months

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I surprised myself by finishing a book earlier than I expected! That means an update for The Burdens of Time!

This update, we're looking at Teddy and the gang settling into their new lives, running into some familiar faces (awkwardness everywhere), and some fluffy flirtation between our main pairing. Here's a snippet, links below!

“No hard feelings, mate,” Bill said coolly, extending his hand. “Didn’t see you there.”

“You can be such a prat,” interrupted another, punching Bill in the arm. She turned to Teddy, who felt like a cornered animal. “I apologize on behalf of this idiot. You must be—”

Nymphadora’s eyes flew open when they landed on Teddy’s turquoise hair. “Are you the Metamorphmagus my dad keeps telling me about?”

Teddy offered his mother a weak, pained smile. “Yes.”

“You’re a Metamorphmagus?” Bill asked, looking mildly impressed. He glanced at Victoire, who couldn’t take her eyes off her father.

Teddy scrunched his face and nose, quickly going through a beak, snout, and a flashing rainbow across his hair. It was a spectacle, and he received a round of applause when he finished.

“We’ve got to be friends,” Nymphadora said instantly. “I’ve never met another—this is wicked! Oh, by the way, I’m Tonks, and this is my girlfriend, Maggie.”

“Girlfriend ?” Teddy half-screeched.

The temperature in the pub might’ve dropped several degrees with his outburst.

“Is that a problem?”

read from beginning // latest update (2 chapters!)

Notes on my book just for me to look back on to enjoy my academic progress:

This time, a 736 page monster I started in November, BUT half of it was in a dead language so it was more like 300ish pages of English reading (even though I can read said dead language, why do that when the English is RIGHT THERE). Still trying to get through another 700 page monster but that one's all in English and it has no pictures, why don't any of my big girl books have pictures in them anymore??

#tedoire #time travel #the burdens of time #teddy lupin #victoire weasley #albus potter #scorpius malfoy #sirius black #bill weasley #nymphadora tonks #ted tonks #it's getting awkward all up in here

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zzbrezz · 2 years

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Big News

summary: You have big news to tell Eddie and you're afraid that he is not going to take it well...turns out he takes it pretty well.

Warnings: 18+ poorly written smut, brief mentions of cheating (not really)

talk of pregnancy, love confessions

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count- Approx. 2.7K

also not spell checked or proof read lol

You take in a big sigh just standing frozen right in front of your childhood best friend's trailer. You know that you have to go in there and break the big news to him but the more you think of doing it the more you think about just turning around and running.

He would never know you were there and if you ran as far as your mind is telling you to then he would never know the very big news you have to share with him.

It's not like you meant for it to happen.

“He's with Crissy” you just keep repeating to yourself, you are nothing more than his best friend. “Get a grip on yourself Y/N”.

One last sigh you carried your body closer to the front door, you feel like concrete is just weighing your feet down, a small hope in the back of your mind is just praying that in some way the ground will just open up and swallow you whole.

Knock, knock

The soft sound of your small knuckle hitting the front door echoes throughout the trailer.

You hear Eddie's footsteps getting closer to the door, the closer they get the more your heart feels like it's going to jump out of your chest. Suddenly the door is swung open showing your best friend and his wild head of curls.

“Y/N sweetheart what are you doing here? I didn't think we had anything planned tonight?”

“We don't”

Eddie raised his eyebrows at your short and snippy response back to him

“What's wrong, you seem like something is bothering you?”

“I just came here to talk to you about something important”

You stood in the doorway twiddling with the bottom your oversized sweatshirt , it's actually not your sweatshirt it's one that Eddie gave to you one night at a party someone had bumped into you and spilled beer all over your shirt and Eddie lucky had the spare sweatshirt sitting in the back of his van.

The sound of Eddie clearing his throat breaks you out of your thought of the night that you got the sweatshirt that you're currently wearing.

“Well come on in.”

You step in to the trailer going straight to the couch and plopping down in your usual spot kicking your stained converse off and bringing your legs up to your chest

Eddie shut the door and as soon as he turned around you felt bile starting to rise up in your throat and tears starting to prick out the side of your eyes.

As soon as Eddie noticed the sudden shift in you he was instantly right by your side “sweetheart what's wrong talk to me, what is it?”

“I'm late” your response came out more like a whimper and it was so low Eddie almost missed what you said”

“You're late? To what sweetheart?”

“No Eddie my period it's late” you screeched out not being able to hold your tears back any longer. The stunned look on Eddies was enough to tell you everything you needed to know. You never should have come to tell him. You should have just ran and never turned back.

“D-do you mean?”

“Yes Eddie i mean i'm pregnant!” you cut Eddie off right in the middle of him speaking at this point you were completely sobbing into your knees too afraid to look at Eddie face any longer.

“Is it mine? I thought you were on birth control? Did you miss any pills at any point in time?”

Eddie started frantically asking every question that he could possibly think of

“Eds you're the only person i've been with for the past year of course it's yours”

At this point Eddie had his head in his hands. You could feel the tension in the air. It was so thick that the sharpest knife in the entire world couldn't even cut through it

After a few moments of silence Eddie raised his head up and glanced over at you

“Come here” you raised your eyebrows at him in a little bit of confusion you thought he would be upset with you. You hesitantly crawled over to him and settled into his lap like you normally would but this time it want under normal circumstances

“Are you angry at me?” you stared up at him from his lap

You heard a slight chuckle rumble through his chest

“How could I be angry at you for something that we both participated in?” Eddie responded by bringing his hands to your cheeks to wipe the last few stray tears that were left behind.

“I-i just thought you would be upset for this i know you and Crissy started going out a few weeks ago i don't want to ruin that for you’

“Oh sweetheart” Eddie cooed at you, making your heart swell with his gentle words “Crissy and I decided to break it off a few days after we became official.” You were shocked to learn this Eddie always tells you everything well, almost everything you just learned that he may not share everything with you.

“Why didn't you ever tell me Eds?” Eddie leaned back with you in his arms with a short sigh “i mean i guess it just never came up, i figured you would have gotten the hint of it after we started back up with our extra curricular activities babe” Eddie looking down at you wiggling his eyebrows up and down. Swatting at his chest and giggling flashing Eddie the first smile you've given him since you've gotten there

“See i love that, you have the most beautiful smile in the world”

“Thank you, Eds i really needed to hear that”

You thought that this conversation was going to be way different. The anxiety you were previously feeling just washed away and you felt as if you could breathe for the first time in the 5 hours that you found out that you were pregnant.

“So i'm gonna be a daddy in more than one place then in the bedroom now huh?’’ Of course Eddie had to break the silence with a witty comment

“Yes Eds you are” you snuggled into his chest as he rubbed his hand over your back calming every bit of nerves that you had.

After sitting in the now comfortable silence for what only seemed like a few minutes Eddie tapped your thigh getting your attention to look up at him “Do you wanna go lay down sweetheart? Are you staying here tonight?”

“Yes, I told my parents I wasn't going to be home tonight.”

With your response Eddie braced your back with one hand and wrapped his other arm around your legs picking you up bridal style to carry you into his room. After getting into his room he shuffled over to his bed and laid you down as gentle as he could and started to get your normal sleepwear ready which just consisted of a pair of shorts and his hellfire shirt

“Sweetheart my shirt is dirty are you sure you still want to wear it i can get you another one”

“No it's fine, i like the smell of your worn shirts Eds”

With a tight lipped smile Eddie brought over the items to you laying them on the bed.

Sitting up grabbing the bottom of Eddie's stolen sweatshirt you went to go take the shirt off but Eddies big hands stopped your small hands from pulling the oversized sweatshirt off

“Here let me”

Eddie's hands replaced yours pulling the sweatshirt off, tossing it behind his back feeling the cool air hit your now exposed chest you quickly take your arms to cover yourself. Eddie grabbing your arms, moving them aside. “Let me see you baby.”

Sitting there just looking up at Eddie while his eyes are racking up and down your body

“I think maybe we should go ahead and take these off too baby” Eddie said as he was picking at the legs of your slimsy black leggings.

Lifting your hips up and scooting a little further back onto the bed as Eddie peels off your pants while crawling onto the bed in between yours legs

His eyes were full of something you had never seen before

It wasn't his usual look in his eyes when he has you laid out on his bed

It seemed like it was a mix of love and desperation. Wrapping your arms around his neck you pull him down to entrap his lips in a breathtaking kiss

Fighting for the upper hand you two go back and forth for control eventually giving up and letting Eddie take charge. Pulling back his eyes rake over your body, licking his lips it's Eddie who is entrapment your lips in a sweet kiss

Tugging at the hem of his scrapy old band tee that he has on “m’want this off” your demand comes out muffled by eddies lips

Pulling up on his shirt you break the kiss to get his shirt over his head and toss it over with your forgotten clothes. Setting your hands right on his bare chest, your entire body feels warm from the heat his body produces.

Raking your hands down to his belt you hear the sound of his belt buckle coming undone as your fingers work as fast as they can to get his belt undone. Once you have his belt undone you work on the button and zipper on his pants. Once you have his zipper and button undone Eddie leans back and shimmys his way out of his pants and boxers. His hard Length springing up to his stomach. The sight alone is enough to have you letting out little moans that are coming out in whines. “ aw is someone getting worked up just by the sight of my dick?”

You bite your lip and nod your head scooting your bottom closer to Eddie giving him a hint to discard the last piece of clothing left. “Should we go ahead and take these off too, baby?”

“Yes, please get them off” you whimper out. Eddie links his fingers at the top of your pink panties. Sliding them down your legs you can't help but to shudder as the cool air runs up to your damp core. Eddie's eyes never leaving yours as he trails his hands down right to the place you need him most. His fingers going straight to your clit, his rough finger pads circling on your little bud. All you can do is shiver and moan out from the pleasure it gives you.

“Does that feel good baby?”

“Mpmh it feels great Eddie please keep going” Eddie's fingers quickly pick up the pace trying to work you closer to the edge. He Quickly Replaces his fingers with his thumb taking his finger down to insert them into your now leaking hole.

“Cmon baby i feel that sweet cunt gripping down on my fingers, i know your close daddy always can tell when you're close”

Your eyes roll in the back of your head from the pleasure of him playing with your bud and his long fingers curling up hitting your g-spot. Arching your back as Eddie's fingers continue their assault on your pussy, you let go, your body tensing up for a moment and then completely relaxing as you let your orgasm wash over you. Giving short breathless whimpers as Eddie pulls his fingers away from your pulsating core you give out a whine of protest.

“Oh baby i know, but wouldn't you rather have my fat dick filling your pussy?”

You give a quick nod to Eddie

“Words sweetheart”

“Yes, daddy i want your dick filling me up”

Eddie leans back down to you with his head hung down watching himself rub his dick over your clit down to your aching hole.

In one swift movement he pushes just the tip in what feels like teasing you but it wasn't Eddie teasing he completely halts his movements looking up to you “ Will this hurt the baby? I don't want to continue if it will”

“No eds it's perfectly safe”

With your confirmation eddie slowly enters the rest of himself into your dripping cunt, Sex with Eddie usally isn't this slow or carring it's always rough and fast but this time it feels completely different.

Eddie breaks you out of your thoughts when he completely pulls himself back and slowly enters you again, curling your toes you let out one of the most pronopragic moans you have ever made before.

Eddie's movements start picking up, shoving his dick into your tight pussy, Eddie taking his hand down to your clit using his thumb to rub small slow circle to your clit.

As Eddie's thumb continues its assault on your clit his pace picks up, working you closer to the edge.

“I-imm gonna cum daddy” you gasp out as your orgasm rushes over you wrapping your arms around Eddie's back holding him as tight as humanly possible. You just want him as close as you can have him, which is ironic because right now is the closest you can possibly get.

After a few more thrust and low grunts from Eddie he's letting himself go and cumming right into you, filing your pussy with himself.

Gasping for air Eddie throws himself down beside you as you turn over and lay your head against his chest.

Feeling your eyes get heavy you start feeling your body relax with Eddie's arm wrapped around your waist.

You feel Eddie slowly move to get up, you hear his footsteps walking out of the room with the sound of the hall light switch.

By the time you hear Eddie coming back into the room you are almost completely asleep, until you feel a wet cloth upagaint your sensitive core cleaning you up from the mess you and Eddie created just a few moments before.

“C’mon baby sit up for me i gotta get you dressed”

Eddie helps you up from your position in the bed giving whines of protest “but i was so comfortable”

“I know baby but you'll get cold without clothes on”

As if you were both in sync with each other you raise your arms up when Eddie bring his shirt up to dress you in it.

“I'll compromise baby and let you sleep in your shirt and panties tonight. How does that sound?” you shake your head while your tired eyes look over to find Eddie picking up your discarded panties from the floor. Eddie sits your panties beside you as he turns around to grab a pair of sweatpants from the floor pulling them on.

Picking your panties back up he leans down so you can put your legs into the garment.

Pulling them up you lift your hips up to help him out with getting them on.

After he has your panties back on you scoot back up on the bed laying down as Eddie adjusts the covers over you crawling into the other side.

Once he is settled you roll over to place your head back into his chest.

Eddie places his hand in the small of you back holding you closer to him.

“I love you Y/N”

You raise you head up to look at him “i've loved you for a long time now, you don't have to say it back right now but i just want you to know that i love you”

You lean in towards his lips and give him a quick sweet kiss

“I love you too Eds, i always have”

Eddie chuckles as he raises up and leans down to kiss you lightly on your belly “and i love you too little one”

Giggling back at Eddie as he rubs his hand over you belly a few more times he finally settles back down in his original spot with your head back on his chest

Feeling yourself slipping into sleep you hear Eddie say “if it's a girl i want to name her Juniper or Chrysanthemum after your favorite flower.”

You hum in response and that's all Eddie hears as he lets sleep take over his body as well.

A/N this is my first fic so please be nice about it lol I know the writing isn't the best

I'm always open to constructive criticism so if any has any feedback my inbox is always open :)

I may write a part two please let me know if you would like one :)

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You Belong With Me

Part 4

Juliette Potter and Sirius Black have never taken each other seriously. They joke, tease and flirt constantly, but it doesn't a mean thing. Or so they think.

Warnings: None (except slight hintings of abuse)

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"Riddikulus!" the class repeated along with the hand movement.

While the third years were not big fans of the professor, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class always turned out to be interesting.

Juli was the first in line, standing in front of the cupboard which shook violently every once in a while.

"Ready?" The professor asked.

She shook her head no, tightening her grip on her wand. But she knew the professor wouldn't listen anyway.

The door flew open and instantly took the form of another Juliette with her black, wavy hair. She had a book in her hand and sat down against something and began to read. No explosion happened. There were no jumpscares.

No one understood what was happening. No one except Juliette. Taking a deep breath, she pointed her wand at the boggart.

"Riddikulus!"

Boggart-Juli suddenly turned into a clown, trying to balance the book on her head while hopping and failed miserably. The class burst into laughter but she quickly made her way to the back of the line, avoiding eye contacts with everyone.

"Wonder what my boggart will be," Peter whispered to Remus, trying to distract him from his aching bones and exhaustion, to which he only shrugged.

They had discovered his 'furry secret' not long ago but that didn't break their hearts any less seeing their best friend like this. In fact, their helplessness only made it worse for them.

Remus Lupin was the purest soul they had met with the most colorful vocabulary of curse words. He was intelligent, kind, compassionate and looked out for everyone. Even though he had become a prefect, he helped them find loopholes in the rules they could use for pranks. He was a gentle, sock folding, chocolate carrying wizard who deserved so much more than self loathing and the pain that came every month.

"We will have to wait to find out, Mr. Pettigrew!" Arkans Blotthead shouted, sending the boggart back into the cupboard. "For now, time up!"

No body knew how the professor had heard him but he had.

A collective groan was heard from the class. Everyone had been looking forward to see what their true fear was.

Everyone except Sirius. He knew what his was going to be. Walburga Black. Thankfully, no one would see the boggart materializing into her and screeching at the top of her voice disgrace to the Black name, coward, traitor...

The scraping of the chairs brought him back into the reality and he let out a shaky breath.

Not in the mood for lunch, Sirius found himself walking towards the Black Lake with hands in his pocket to keep his hands warm. Something about the Hogwarts' grounds just calmed his mind. Maybe it was the fact that he didn't have to be alert all the time and walk on eggshells.

He was looking around as if for the first time and spotted Juliette sitting by the banks, reading.

"Hey," he said. "Mind if I join?"

"Yes, actually. I do," she replied, without looking up at him, but he sat down anyway.

"And here I thought I was saving you from you fear, Smarty."

"Well, in all honesty, I like it."

She still had not looked up from her book but he could tell she had stopped reading.

"How can one even like their fear?"

She finally looked at him. "Do you even know what my fear is?"

He thought for a moment and shook his head.

"It's not reading against a tree, Sirius... it's... being alone."

His eyes widened and softened almost instantly.

"I - I am sorry, I didn't know," he sighed, his tone going from sarcastic to soft.

"I don't want your pity, Sirius," she said with a smile. "I am okay."

"I get it... but hey! You're not alone. You have James and Lily and Marlene and Remus and Peter and me!

"Do I?" She asked, somewhat sadly.

Sirius was not expecting the counter question.

"Tell me the last time people talked to me properly? Including you."

He thought for a moment and it saddened him that he had to think. That he couldn't simply answer 'yesterday!' or 'just before the class!'

"I - um suppose your birthday? On Christmas."

"You're right," she said softly. "It was on Christmas."

He smiled in response, happy to get it right before realizing that it was over 3 weeks ago. Since then, he had not seen anyone talk to her for more than 10 minutes, including her own brother. In fact, the midnight meeting in their room happened because the boys were also hungry themselves.

He had never realized it. His mind played back all those times he saw her sitting in a group of people silently but not sharing in their jokes or laughter.

"...oh..." was all he could say.

"The truth is, Sirius," she sighed. "I know I can be... 'too much' and people can see that but well... once everyone rejected me, I slowly learned how to be alone and now... well, people seem to hold a grudge against me for something they made me do, even if unintentionally..."

"Hey, we never rejected you... Why would we?" He asked, taking her hand in his.

"You did not. No one did. At least not directly..."

She looked up at him, her hazel eyes reflecting the snow around. "I have always been interrupted... my excitement always been dampened by some new prank plan, or letters from an angry sister... and while I don't blame them, they never came back to me after... as if... as if..."

"As if they didn't care about what you had to say..." he completed, his heart breaking for the girl in front of him. The girl so full of confidence she could stare down even the fifth years.

He had always admired this about her. The way she did not let others define her. He knew that others were intimidated by her and held it against her but not once did she hold it against them. She always greeted everyone with a smile and was ever ready to help. She was never too much. Not for him.

"Exactly. So in the end, it feels like it won't matter if I exist or not. Nobody will notice anyway. I am happy being alone, Sirius. While it wasn't my choice at first, I have grown to like it. Besides, I have mom and dad." She said, gently taking her hand away from his and got up to leave.

"But that's not it's supposed to be," he replied, standing up with her. He remembered how James used to be worried about how homesick Juli was in the first year but his worry went away eventually. They thought that was because she had started feeling better but now he realized that the siblings had stopped talking as much and she had just stopped expressing herself.

"You don't have to worry about me, Sirius. I like being alone... with myself and my thoughts... truly... besides, you should not keep Carla waiting."

Too focused on her, Sirius had forgotten about his girlfriend. They had been going out since only 3 weeks, anyway.

He hated that Juliette was pushed into being alone to the point where she became comfortable with it and being with others was the unusual for her. This didn't seem to be right.

He knew how loneliness felt but trying to be around people and feeling lonely hurt more. Something he had learned during his family's parties. He had found comfort at Hogwarts but she hadn't.

"I am so sorry we made you feel this way Juliette... No one should... Hogwarts is our home you know..." he said, heart filled with guilt.

"I am glad you found your home here, Sirius," she said with a smile. "I never did."

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Everlong Chapter 6 - Breaking the Chains (Let Me Call You Sweetheart Part 2)

Warnings: drinking, drugs, irresponsible driving, swearing

Summary: Reader’s recent revelations forces them to ask for the help of Mr Harrington, forcing the reader to make a big decision regarding the tour coming to an end and their relationship with the band.

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You jump out of bed and reach for your phone.

"Wait…wha-" Eddie snatches the phone from you, "What are you doing? Have you lost your mind? No one's gonna answer you at 3:37am because you had a weird dream." He stands up on the bed so the phone is well out of your reach.

You tense your lips together and try to climb him to get at your phone, "Mr Harrington will. I guarantee it."

Eddie can't deal with this rude awakening of half information he's being bombarded with. "STOP IT!!" he screeches at you, shutting his eyes and gritting his teeth, as he bats your hands away.

You drop back to the bed and genuinely pout at him.

"Jesus Christ!" He says in annoyance, and sighs in exasperation.

"Have you calmed down now? Can you explain to me, why you think calling Steve Harrington at nearly 4am because you had a bad dream, is a good idea?" Eddie gestures at himself.

"Yes," you mumble, "To both questions. If you'll actually listen and not just go back to sleep," you say glumly.

"Oh believe me dear, I am *wide awake* right now," he says with a false smile on his face.

He looks down at you, tuts, rolls his eyes and caves in "I'm gonna sit right here, and listen, ok?" He places himself next to you.

You get up from the bed and begin pacing around whilst talking to him, "Ok so I need the guitar, but we can't get in to get the guitar, because it's guarded, right? But you used a guitar before to make a gate, to grab your old guitar, right?"

"Yes, but I knew exactly where the guitar was, because I heard it, sweetheart. I don't know where exactly this one is. I’ve looked so many times."

"Yes, but Mr Harrington does, he always used to get it for me when…..wh…when I'd b-behaved," there is a small stutter in your words as you try to force the words out, remembering your cell.

Eddie frowns deeply for a few seconds, but then adds as gently as he can, "Steve isn't just going to go get it for us, babe."

"We don't need him to get it, Eddie. We just need him to strum it."

Eddie stops for a moment, like he's actually contemplating this, looking up at you from the mass of bedhead hair. "Ok let's say he does do that, and I make the gate, and we get the guitar. They'll know it's gone. I only got away with it before, because I would put it back."

"Do you have any idea how many replicas have been made of that guitar? I've been playing one for the last week. There are only two people in the world that I know of, that can tell the difference, and they're in this room."

"Huh," he says in a sort of acceptance, but he's trying desperately to be the realist here, "Right ok, so we have a plan of extraction, and I understand the connection with our guitars, she called to you. What I'm struggling to understand is why now?"

"Ok, but you have to just listen alright? iIt's gonna sound crazy, ok, but believe me when I say I know these are not just dreams Eddie. They are so vivid. Like, I feel them." You pace quicker as your speaking increases with speed.

"The first dream I didn't think anything of, I thought it was my stupid brain mixing up reading books and real life. I'm this woman or girl, I don't know, I can't see her. She collects herbs or something, the town doesn't like her. She sees this guy, right? And she likes him, like instantly, and he looks like you, Eddie, kinda, but old timey, shorter hair, but not exactly the same. A resemblance. He's Irish...I think."

You turn to look at Eddie to make sure he's still with you, and he still seems to be paying attention so you quicken your pace again, "So then he's gotta go somewhere. War, I guess. She doesn't want him to go. Then she got a letter saying he'd come home, but the witch came to her house and killed her. Then, Eddie, I saw you in the guitar shop, with your….your Uncle, maybe? And she's….she's…" suddenly your eyes roll back and you stumble a little.

Eddie gets up quickly and grabs your arms to steady you, and sits you in the arm chair "Hey, chill out, alright? I'm listening, take your time, and here…" he grabs a half eaten PB&J donut, a can of mountain dew and gives them to you.

"Just get some sugar back in you first and then tell me about the guitar shop, ok?" He sits back down on the edge of the bed and studies you carefully. You do as he asks and tell him the guitar shop dream in as much detail as you can.

Eddie's face looks a little emotional, he nods slowly, and huffs a small laugh, "That's what he said alright."

"That witch said neither of you would know peace apart, and that kind of explains some other things I've been wondering about," you say looking over at him.

He raised his hands to you in a stop motion, “Ok, I can see your little grey matter ticking away there, and this conversation sounds like it's about to get real hurtful, real fast, babe."

You lock eyes with him. The information is on the tip of your tongue, and you want to expose it, but Eddie's shoulders slump and his brows push together in a look of pleading.

"All I'm saying is having the guitar might make me feel better, ok? I'm sure if Mr Harrington knew that, he'd help me." You swerve around the thoughts running through your head to give Eddie a reason enough to help.

You didn't know if it was you, or a piece of her in you, but you knew what you felt for Eddie was real, you just didn't know where it was coming from.

The timing lined up. Before your accident, you didn't feel like this. Afterwards you were distracted by Terry until Eddie found you again, and then that was it for you.

Weirder still was Eddie spent a lot of time with you in the cells across planes, he could sit in your thoughts, but no matter your mood, he never asked about recreating the gateway to the past again. Eddie had been obsessed with that. You remember thinking at the time, maybe he felt sorry for you being locked up and he wasn't. So he hadn't mentioned it, but then you got out, and he still didn't mention it. He just found as many ways as he could for you to stay out of trouble, but for him to be as close with you as possible.

So with this piece of guitar, you thought Eddie had a partial embodiment of her wandering around and he's at peace. No big plans, no revenge plots. You just walked around New York finding things he used to like to eat, for god's sake.

You look down at the floor, you knew why he didn't want you to tell him this. He's smart enough to piece this together himself. If you were right about the guitar, he'd think it meant you didn't care for one another. That all of this was just another heap of lies, and you knew he couldn't take it.

You put down the food and drink, and look over at him, he's fiddling with his rings as he leans forward, resting his forearms on his knees, looking around the room. His eyes falling on memory touch points. The window, your robe, the food bags, the mirror, your polo neck jumper, the Ambrose glasses.

You go and sit behind him and wrap your arms around him, planting a kiss on the back of his head, he holds your arms around himself for a few minutes before finally saying quietly, "I understand, I just don't wanna hear you say it, ok?" He leans back on you.

"You know what I understand? This is real. I haven't faked anything. Not a word, not an action, not a single thing, Eddie," you say softly in his ear, kiss his shoulder and hold him a little tighter, "And so is she. So very real Eddie. She's been waiting for you, just you. I think she would literally fist fight a god for you."

He turns to you and asks solemnly, "Can we just…can we call Steve later on?" His sad eyes look into yours waiting for a response.

You take your phone from him and throw it across the room onto the armchair, "Absolutely. He's probably asleep anyway," you say, kissing him and pulling him towards you, to snuggle up under the covers for a few more hours.

Later you find yourself sitting at the table, your phone in your hands, Mr Harrington's contact on your screen. Your eyes raise and you can see Eddie sprawled In the bed, his mass of curls spread across the pillows and his pale torso almost a colour match for the white bedding he's bundled up in.

Your eyes must make this journey between the phone and the bed at least a hundred times.

You didn't want to admit it, at least not when Eddie was awake, but as sure as you were you were right about the guitar, there was that one percent chance you could be wrong, and it was such a prize to lose.

You take a deep breath, sit up in the chair and call Mr Harrington.

"Y/N! Hey, how's the tour?...Yes Ava it's in the laundry…" you hear a clattering sound, "James for the last time, move things out the way first! Almost there." Mr Harrington huffs running up the stairs.

"Well that's kinda why I called, but I can call back when you're less busy, if that's better." You say quietly.

Mr Harrington laughs, "You know it never gets less busy in the house, I wouldn't have it any other way. Ah" you hear the click of a door, "Sanctuary at last. So you were saying, about tour…" you hear a spraying noise, "God damn! LUCY HARRINGTON I KNOW THIS IS YOUR WORK..WE WILL TALK ABOUT THIS LATER!! Sorry Y/N, silly string set up, please go on"

"You might think this is crazy Mr Harrington, but some really weird things are happening and…well…I think you're the only person that can help me," you say nervously.

There is silence for so long you think you've lost connection, "Hello? Mr Harrington? Are you still there?"

"Yep, yeah, I'm here. I just got a little something in my eye there." He clears his throat "So how can I help? And before you sugar coat anything, know that there is very little I'm going to find crazy, ok? So just tell me."

You explain to Mr Harrington about how ill you've been feeling since leaving the cell, the pains you keep getting, your dreams, how you think it's all connected, and maybe part of the guitar is still reaching out to the other part.

"I just feel like, if I could be close to the guitar again, or even just be able to hear it. I'd feel much better. I know it's a huge ask, and I know how people might be really worried about me being around it, but believe me I have no plans for anything like last time. I swear." You plead with him quietly down the phone.

"Who is there with you?" He asks.

Your eyes dart to the still sleeping Eddie, "Uh, Ambrose. He's sleeping"

"Ah that explains all the whispering then, he's travelled quite a way to see you then? Unless he travelled to see you in Indy too? Either way sounds pretty serious. How long have you known him, again?" he says with a hint of teasing.

"I mean, online for a while, just all this is kinda new, but it doesn't feel new, you know? It feels like it was always like this. I don't know how to describe it. Like I've known him forever, or something?" You try and wrestle your feelings into words but they are much too difficult to get a handle on.

There is a pause followed by a hum on the other end of the line "…Are you certain about the guitar?" Mr Harrington asks again, he wants to make sure this isn't a whim.

"Like ninety nine percent sure, Mr Harrington."

"Ok, ok. I'll try my best with Dustin, but it's not just him keeping that thing under wraps. Other people have gotten involved, but it's still his facility, so I'll see what I can do," he says reassuringly.

You feel the relief wash over you and your eyes brim with tears, "Thank you so much Mr Harrington. Thank you."

"Hey there champ, is it that bad?" he asks.

You take a deep breath to slow your sobs, "Sometimes it's so bad, so very, very painful. I made some pretty stupid choices to numb it. Luckily Ambrose helped me see sense….There is something else though," you sniff and take a deep breath, causing Eddie to stir a little so you get a little quieter.

"I wanna come home, today, if I can. I can't do this anymore. I know I've got the contract but I think I can find a loophole, or something. They'll send me home, but…it might look bad." You say worriedly.

"If you wanna come home, you get home!! I'd come get you myself but by the time I got there you could have been on your way back already. No matter what happens, you're safe here with us," he says comforting you with his words, "I'll get on to Dustin as soon as I've finished getting the kids out the door to school, ok?"

"I'm so thankful, Mr Harrington. Thank you so much."

"I'll see you later" he says, his voice a little choked in response to the emotion in your own voice. You end the call, and go get ready for sound check.

—---

As you leave sound check, Krusher slowly pads at your side, and you wave the band on as you pause to have a talk with Alex, the band manager.

"Say Alex, you got a minute?" You peek through their temporary office door

Alex can't clear you a space quickly enough, "Yeah, yeah, of course come in, come in."

Alex positively beams at you, "Look I know you came here to ask something, but before you do. I just wanna show you something." They put their hands up to you and turn their laptop around, "All these emails here, endorsement deals. All the ones here, requests to play festivals all over the world"

Alex points at some comically large checks in the corner, "Your t-shirt idea, we kept it going for all the shows. Those are 15 charities we're sizably donating to tonight, from last week alone. Now don't get me wrong, the band without you is extremely talented, but we're adults here right? That's not all it takes to make it, right? You've changed the fate of this band Y/N. You've changed mine." Alex smiles at you again, "So bearing all that in mind, how can I help you?"

"I wanna be honest with you Alex, I can't talk to the band about this, but I am dying out there. Tour is killing me. I belong at home. I know you'll want to tell me it's just one more day, but believe me when I say I can't do it. I have to leave tonight."

"You'll be breaking your contract, Y/N."

"But what if…what if, Alex, you had no choice but to send me home, and at the same time I gave you front page news…"

Alex's eyes widen, and their pupils dilate a little, "No one would get hurt right?" they say, trying to hide their excitement.

"As long as no one tries to attack me," you scratch Krusher gently behind the ears, "I get two songs on the mic to close tonight, I don't get shut down and the band keep playing. I have no intention of anyone getting hurt, but there might be a big cleaning bill, plus the cost of Krusher here. I’d like him to stay with me."

Alex looks like all their Christmases came at once, and leans over the table extending their hand. You grasp and shake it.

"It's been a real pleasure doing business with you, Y/N," Alex says. As the door closes behind you, you can hear them excitedly yell out.

—---

You finish up the encore the crowd were expecting and walk off to the side stage for some water which you pour in Krushers bowl, take a few gulps of and then douse yourself in the remaining.

You throw a wet arm around Eddie in his Ambrose form, "Enjoyed the show?" You ask knowingly.

"You know, second to that time I found that rare type of luminescent fungi totally by chance, this might be one of the greatest nights of my life, buttercup. Seeing you out there playing your little songs," he says, as he stops your giggling by giving you a chaste kiss, and handing Krusher some treats.

"Awwww," the band sings in harmony at you both.

"You ready?" Harley asks you.

"As I'll ever be," you reply with genuine nerves.

The main lights go out again, and the crowd erupts at their unexpected second encore.

"Do you want more New York?" Harley screams into the microphone.

The crowd replies with a cacophony of agreement.

Harley nods at you and you play the opening notes to Maggie's Farm in unison with Armani. They ring out around the arena like a siren. Unholy Angel play through Rage Against The Machine’s cover of the classic.

As the song breaks back down to those singular notes again, Harley steps away from the mic and nods you towards it.

You swallow hard, as you step up to it. Playing guitar was one thing, but this put the crowd in your hands. The same set of notes keep repeating behind you, like the sinister, looming backdrop you needed.

"Good Evening New York City!" You shout, and the crowd cheers loudly back. You raise your hand to shield your eyes, "By the gods you look beautiful tonight," a huge smile threatens to erupt over your face as you are hit with an almost overwhelming response from the crowd. It makes you almost lose your breath as you get to bask in this moment. This was everything you’d dreamed it would be, these precious few seconds.

All that time hiding in your room practising, all those nights playing to no one at The Jackroller, the posters on the inside of your closet doors, the dreamy conversations with the band, about things you thought impossible, and yet here you were, living it for a few moments.

Krusher's tail hits your leg as he circles you, helping you remember you had a purpose up here.

"Haven't you had enough, New York?" you yell, "Haven't you had enough of people owning you? Telling you what to do? What to wear? Who to love? How much you get paid for working your fingers to the bone, for someone who doesn't even know your name, just your number? Telling you what you can do? Telling you when to be afraid? Telling you it's ok to be angry at your sports team, but not angry at the people keeping you under their thumbs? Keeping you down where you belong, right New York?!" Each question with increased anger and venom, the faces in the crowd are contorting into anger, fists punching the air, "Well tonight is your night. I want you to let them know…Let them know, that shit might fly elsewhere, but not tonight, Not in New York City, alright?"

The crowd being sufficiently riled up, you continue to the end of the song, singing in place of Harley.

As the song comes to a close, you breathlessly step up to the mic, "One more New York? What say you?"

The crowd roars back, "That's what I thought," you laugh, wiping the sweat from your face.

"A few years ago, a friend of mine”, you point over to Terry, ”Asked me to learn a song, and tonight I'd, well, we'd like to play it live for you, because I never got the chance, but we think your gonna like it. So I gotta ask you New York….Do you want Heavy?!"

You look out on the crowd for their response, and quickly to the wings, that no longer contain a waiting Ambrose. You scan the crowd, as you put your hand to your ear.

You chug the opening chord to Master of Puppets.

You put a kiss on your fingers still holding the pick and point to the ceiling. "Eddie gives you heavy, baby!" You shout over a screaming crowd before, shredding into the song, giving room for Harley to step back in.

She's glaring at you as you pass, you reply with a wink and security fills either side of the stage. You smile over at them, and back out at the crowd, where you spy your Eddie in all his nerdy Ambrose glory working his magic. The normal mosh pit gets more physical. Things are being thrown over the crowd, cups, shoes, clothes, programs, then other things like seat parts and wall art work. Doors are getting smashed and the security waiting in the wings start to disperse to handle the crowd situation.

At the end of the show there are several curtain call bows for the whole band, but you can feel the tension already in the air.

As you head backstage, you can hear the frantic chatter of people on phones. Security is eyeing you carefully as you pass. Krusher keeping pace alongside you into the dressing room. You flop down onto a sofa, exhausted, the pain plunging through your side.

"WHAT THE HELL Y/N?" Harley bursts in after you, Jenna trying to pull her back, and being pushed to the side. Krusher sits up and positions himself, between you both, in silence.

She looks at the giant wolf dog and steps no further forward, but she is furious, "We had one more night!! Just one more fucking night and then it was the anniversary show which you weren't gonna play anyway!!" she rages, "And now we've gotta deal with all this?! I knew it was a mistake, I knew you couldn't be trusted. You've ruined us."

You let her finish and give pause, in case anyone else had anything to say. Harley is breathing heavily with pure rage and the others are either trying to calm her down or looking to you for a reply.

You lean forward, resting your elbows on your knees and look up at Harley, "Tell me, Harley, tell me the number of tickets you had sold for this show 3 or 4 weeks ago, because as of the announcement of my special guest slot, this last leg of the tour, it sold out. They all did. I'm not saying I'm carrying the band Harley. I'm just saying nothing I've done ruined you. You did that alone. Your signing, your first album, that's all my controversy, and I gave it to you again tonight, because without it, you're just another band of talented musicians, and there are thousands of those that never make it past their local dive bar, Harley."

She lunges towards you only to be pulled back to safety by Terry, narrowly being missed by the snarling jaws of Krusher.

"Maybe you should go, Y/N?" Jenna says, a little annoyed.

"Sure thing," you say getting up from the sofa, "I wish you all the best. Heel, Krusher."

You make your way around the band and head out to find Eddie.

Alex is walking the opposite way, stops you, with a big grin and a hug says "You’re fired, kid. People are losing their shit."

You look confused at them, "It was just a few pictures and some doors, man."

"Oh in the arena, sure…but you just unleashed that onto the streets of New York, baby!" They turn their phone to you, and scroll through a few pictures of the carnage outside and videos from the gig itself that had been and were still being shared at an alarming rate.

"Fuck! I gotta get out of here," you say in a panic, "How frequent are the flights?"

"You wanna stand around in an airport? Now?! After what you started??" Alex laughs. "Here," they reach into their pocket and hand you some keys, "Take it. I'll get myself a new one…or three."

Walking through the backstage area you grab some hoodies and hats from the merchandise stock, and put yours on as you walk towards the doors to the crowd area, "Krusher, stay," you command as you pull the hat down low and pull the hood up over it, leaving your guitar propped up against the wall by Krusher.

As you push through the doors and weave through the crowd looking for a flash of short blonde hair. You look behind you at the door and can see Krusher's furry head poking out looking for you.

"AMBROSE?" you shout hoping to make this search a lot faster.

"Some crazy strong nerd is giving out free beer," you hear someone yell. You know instantly it's your crazy nerd, and run to where he's signalling.

What you had expected to see was Ambrose tossing out beers to an adoring crowd. Instead you see a haphazardly parked little beer truck, you follow the hose up onto the roof of a food stall, and there he is. Blasting the crowd with mostly foam, with a huge grin on his face. Occasionally stopping to pick up a huge keg and drink from it.

"Shit!" You mumble to yourself and squeeze behind the food truck, unskillfully clambering until you can see over the top. You find an empty can and throw it at his leg. He turns around and you get hit full force in the face with a jet of beer, gripping on tightly to the roof you manage to duck out of the way of any more of it. You shake your head and shout, "EDDIE GET DOWN FROM THERE NOW!"

The hose stops and the small crowd groans and boos, as he turns around to check on you, "Shit, babe. I didn't know it was you. Are you alright?" You shove the hoodie and hat into his hands and are about to reply when it starts. A small chant at first but then it gets louder, they'd heard you should and they wanted their beer guy back "Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!"

"Quickly, hurry!! Let's fucking go!!" You grab his arm and run with him back to the backstage area.

As you run past Krusher and grab your guitar, he catches up with you easily, and you head towards the private area of the parking lot. You can hear Terry freaking out about the Eddie chanting, and Harley cursing your name. You fumble for the keys, and click unlock. Some lights in the distance flash on an SUV, you run towards it and all jump in the car, tossing your guitar in the back.

You sit there for a moment, "Well, let's go, babe!" Eddie says way too excitedly in a situation where a normal person would be terrified.

"I can't," you say looking at the steering wheel.

Eddie looks around nervously, but still grinning, "Ok now is not the time to dick around, alright? Start the fucking car."

"I can't drive, Eddie," you say still staring at the steering wheel.

"Jesus H Christ!! Why did you get in the driver's seat then??"

"Because I had the keys and you've been drinking."

"I had a few sips…"

"From a keg, Eddie!!"

"Hey, look! I'll get us outta the city and you can take over, alright? On a nice bit of uncomplicated road, ‘kay? But for now move the fuck over!!"

You clamber under him, as he hops into the driver's seat. You check behind and Krusher has already laid down across the back seat of the vehicle.

Eddie starts up the car and before you know it, you're screeching out of the parking lot, and the scene that meets your eyes is something like a very concentrated end of days. There are small fires, fighting, vandalism, some people wearing way too little for what is decent, and some you just plain averted your eyes from, "Eddie, what the fuck did you do?"

"Me??? What did I do??? Oh I wasn't the one telling them to rise up against The Man," he laughs, "That was you. I just amplified your words, just like you asked me to." He must be concentrating pretty hard as you can see his dark curls emerge from his hood, meaning the Ambrose disguise has dropped.

"No! No! I didn't…I didn't tell anyone to do that…" you gesture out the window at a pile of writhing bodies, "Whatever that is!" you avert your eyes again.

Eddie laughs, "Well…when two people love one another very much…" he says sarcastically.

"I gotta be honest with you, it didn't look very loving out there. SHIT! Watch out!" A flaming bicycle flies past the side of the car as Eddie swerves to avoid it.

"Look, no one is getting hurt. I made sure of that. Fires are small. They aren't trashing any small businesses. It's their own stuff for the most part."

"Eddie, there are people kicking seven shades of shit out of one another….right there!" you point at a brawl you drive past.

"But did you see their happy little faces? No you didn't because you only see what you wanna see, don't you dear?" Eddie laughs, "Also I know how to use my stuff, alright? I got this," he says firmly as you scream onto the highway. "You know, you are being a real shitty passenger right now. Not only are you complaining the whole time, but also you haven't even sorted out the music. Just the worst!" He complains.

"Alright, sor-ry for being alarmed at this apparent carnage," you say trying to figure out the radio.

"You wanted chaos, I gave you fucking chaos," Eddie argues back.

"In the arena. In the arena, Eddie. Contained. That's what I meant," you say calmly, whilst pushing buttons that you have no idea what they do.

"But that is not what you said!!!" he shouts, banging on the steering wheel, “And another thing…” he starts only to be rudely interrupted by the radio blasting out The Safety Dance at way too high a volume, causing a pause, and a frantic pressing of buttons. Krusher lets out a whine of complaint and you and Eddie erupt into laughter, as you start to emerge from the chaos, and towards the highway out of the city.

“So, were you serious about the not driving stuff? Like you've never driven a car at all?” Eddie asks.

“I think in an emergency I’d be ok, but I dont have my licence yet so you know if we got pulled over, because of my bad driving, we’d be in serious trouble,” you say looking out on the road in front of you.

“Well how about you let me worry about if we get pulled over? And you take over some of the driving, I mean I could probably do the whole 11 hours, but it’s a long way. We could do a few hours each?” He suggests smiling over at you.

“You’d put your life in my hands like that?” you say with a laugh.

“Well I’m already kinda dead, so I’m cool with it,” he gives you a little nudge, “What I am not cool with is this music, what the hell is it?”

“Er…its Calming Jazz for Dogs,” you say tapping the playlist on your phone, “It’s for Krusher, he likes it. Look,” you say turning back to look at the giant dog, “Don’t cha big boy! You love it right? Nice and calm.”

Eddie adjusts the rearview mirror to look at Krusher, “No he doesn’t, he hates this!” Eddie switches his voice up to baby talk Krusher “He’s covering his sweet whittle ears, aren’t ya handsome? My sweet whittle prince of darkness does no wanna wisten to this, do ya? Ya big beautiful beast!”

Krusher raises his head from under his paws at Eddie’s baby voice, “Thats ma boy,” Eddie chuckles triumphantly, and adjusts the mirror back whilst he smiles smugly, “So can you just sort it out, please DJ?”

“Do you want to listen to something from this century, or like stuff you used to listen to?” you say cheekily, bracing yourself for a tirade.

“Wow! You went there. You know, suddenly, I’m feeling all sorts of sleepy,” Eddie takes his hands from the wheel, stretches and yawns. You dive over and make a grab for it.

“Jesus Christ, Eddie!” you say trying to regain your breath. Then you look down and notice his knees against the wheel.

“Cruise control, babe,” he laughs maniacally, throwing his head back.

“You absolute shit!” you say poking him in the ribs, which only makes him giggle more.

“Ow, geez, but you know seeing as you're over here…” he leans his head over to you for a kiss, which you provide even though you are still a little annoyed, his laugh gets you every time, “Or you know anything else you might wanna do, over here,” he trails off looking back out onto the road.

Your brow contorts as you sit back in your seat, trying to figure out what he means. You look out the window for a spell, wracking your brain. There is something very familiar about the silence you are in.

You look over at him again, and he looks really nervous, “What's wrong with you, now? Oh god, is something wrong with the car, Eddie?” you put your head in your hands, and then start searching around the car for a manual of some kind.

“Ok, I can tell you, but you have to promise to not lose your shit, ok?” he says glancing over at you quickly before looking back at the road.

“I do not like this, already. Go on…” you say with anticipated regret.

“Well I made that comment at you, and you looked confused. Then you just looked at the window, and I just had a little peek at your thoughts…” he says with a grimace on his face.

“Eddie!! How many times?” you throw your hands up in frustration.

“....and then…”

“AND THEN?” you say your eyes widening, “and then, what Eddie? And then fucking what?!” you say, raising your voice.

“Hey you promised you wouldn't lose your shit!” he fires back.

You purse your lips and grab a bottle of fancy water and take a sip.

“And then I might have got a bit curious about why you didn't laugh at me, and thenIMightHaveLookedIntoSomePrivateStuffAndFoundOutYourWereAVirgin,” he says rapidly, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.

You spit the water from your mouth on the window screen in front of you, and start choking. You frantically start wiping the screen with your sleeve whilst trying to catch your breath.

“You want me to pull over?” he says meekly.

In between coughs you manage, “No I do not want you to pull over, Eddie! Just keep driving, Ok?”

You tuck your knees up to your chest and fold your arms around them, and look out the window in silence. You turn up the radio a little to fill the air.

“Why wouldn't you tell me something like that?” he asks gently, after some time.

“It wasn’t relevant. It's not a big deal. We didn't even do anything like that, so I didn't mention it. Is that ok with you?” you snap at him, a little tired of these invasions of privacy.

You wait a few seconds.

“Besides I thought you’d already know. You know, being a vampire and everything. Like a radar for them or something?” you add and continue to look out of the window.

“I guess, but I have to decide what to look for, you know, it isn't just like… Ping! A virgin just appeared within 5 miles of you,” he laughs softly, “Look I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that, ok? Just when you shut down like that, I get, you know, worried.” he reaches his hand over to you, fingers splayed out waiting for yours.

“Well, it's out there now. Thank you for being honest about it,” you take his hand. Eddie beams.

“Besides, that whole thing is a bit misleading. It’s a mental thing. If the foo…person thinks it makes them ‘innocent’ or ‘purer’ so they taste that way. I didn’t taste that on you, mostly because you tasted like alcohol or delicious treats, but maybe you don't see yourself that way?” he says reassuringly. “You've got nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“Oh I know that, it would just be nice to be able to talk about things personal to me, when I want to bring them up. Not when you've been prying where you shouldn't,” you say sitting normally again. Eddie nods in agreement.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t help myself sometimes,” he says apologetically.

“The thing is Eddie, you say this and then just do it again,” you laugh at him.

“Believe it or not, for you, I really try, but my curiosity gets the better of me. In case you haven't noticed, I can be a little impulsive,” he gives you an apologetic smile.

“You?! Nooooooooooo!” You say sarcastically.

You both start laughing again.

“I sometimes wonder how much you’ve gotten away with just because you're so cute and manipulative,” you say shaking your head.

“You think I'm cute?” he says in a fake embarrassed voice and flutters his eyelashes.

A few hours into the drive you purchase some energy drinks and snacks for you, and Eddie gives you the driver's seat, and you have a little practice around the parking lot.

“You got this! Nicely done!” He leans over and gives you a kiss on the cheek, “Ready to hit the highway, babe?”

“As ready as I'll ever be,” you laugh and start driving. More nervous than you had been standing in front of thousands of people earlier in the evening. You’re pretty sure your hands will have to be peeled from the steering wheel, whenever the next switch happens.

You hear a familiar guitar riff and turn to Eddie, who is doing some kind of weird dorky dance in his seat, with a very serious face, instead of his usual headbanging or air guitar.

“Highway to Hell? Really Eddie? Thanks a lot.”

“I am an excellent passenger,” he laughs, and stretches with all his might to give Krusher an ear scratch and some treats, “As are you, aren't ya boy?”

Much to (mainly) your surprise, you make it back to The Harrington’s in your respective singular pieces, you park a little further away, and inspect the house, and wake up Eddie to hide in the back with Krusher. In the daylight Eddie’s powers were much weaker, and if he was going to use Ambrose in front of Mr Harrington, it needed to be at its full effect. They knew one another too well.

Mr Harrington's car was parked out front. You do a quick scan for any other vehicles and nothing else catches your eye. You put on your hat and pull up your hood and run over to the front door and knock, your keys being in your hotel room in New York somewhere.

The door flies open and Mr Harrington throws his arms around you and pulls you inside slamming the door behind you. You look around nervously, as Mr Harrington pulls down your hood and takes off your hat, “Oh I'm so glad you are ok. I was worried sick! I’ve been checking all the flight times, and you didnt call, and with what happened at the concert….”

“I'm so sorry Mr Harrington! I totally forgot to let you know. I was just trying to get out of there, and get home. Hanging around in an airport was not an option at the time,” you grimace nervously.

“What?! You drove all the way here? That's like…11 hours! You don't even have a licence!! What if you’d been pulled over?!” He pushes you towards a chair in the kitchen to sit down. He’s frantically searching the cupboards for where he’s hidden the coffee from the kids.

“It's fine, it’s fine. Just had a bunch of energy drinks and I didnt drive it all myself, Ambrose helped me. We did shifts. I just did the easy bits of driving,” you try to reassure him.

“Where is he now then? Was he too intimidated by the prospect of meeting us?” Mr Harrington says looking very self assured and putting a hand on his hip, “Clearly he wants to impress.”

“Yeah, something like that, for sure.” you say as a cup of coffee is thrust across the table at you.

You inspect Mr Harrington again, taking a sip of your coffee, he looks a little out of sorts, “Are…you ok?” you ask curiously.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Just erm, things are a little complicated right now…” he says running his hands through his hair.

“Complicated, how?” you ask.

Mr Harrington says something but you can’t quite make it out, you put your finger in your ear and give it a wiggle so that you might hear better, “Sorry could you say that again?”

“I said, I spoke to Dustin and he was ok with you seeing the guitar once I explained, but there might be some conditions.” The tiredness must be hitting you. You blink, finding it hard to keep your eyes open.

“What sort of conditions?” you say, rubbing your eyes.

“Listen ok, everything was fine, but then after last night, he got a bit concerned, and he just wanted to make sure everyone was safe.” Mr Harrington says pacing around a bit with one hand on his hip the other animating his words, which was leaving trails behind it in the air.

“Safe….sure…everyone safe. What do I…um…do?” opening and closing your mouth felt like bench pressing a small city, and forming words with it was even harder, “Wuz happen..”

“I’m sorry Y/N” he says putting his hand to his mouth, as your body sags against the kitchen table limply, you are hoisted out of your chair by some security, and dragged away.

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You Give Me Cavities: Tis the Season

Pitch absentmindedly hummed along to a Christmas song as he walked along the road, the shadows dancing around his feet. The Fearlings were singing again, finally giving him a respite from their normal screeching. It didn't even matter to him that the only two songs the Fearlings knew were "Deck the Halls" and "Jingle Bells". Pitch didn't dare listen to regular Christmas music in fear of giving the Fearlings more ammunition. North's holiday was filling the air, and despite the constant singing in his head, Pitch couldn't help the distaste from sliding over his face at the gaudy decorations lining the storefront windows.

Heading towards the park, he ignored the chill in the air, still humming along to a fairly accurate version of "Deck the Halls". He had no love for Christmas, or any holiday that encouraged warm feelings, but it was particularly sweet to crush some hopes and dreams during this time. He circled through the park a second time, pausing for a moment to savor a positive feeling for once as he marveled at the lights decorating the largest pine tree standing in the center. It was bright, and the sight seemed to still the Fearlings, a sense of calm rushing over both them and him. The darkness inside of him fell silent, and Pitch was startled at how jarring the silence was.

"Pitch?" a voice called out to him from behind. Almost instantly the Fearlings started up again, their volume increasing as if to make up for lost time. Pitch had to suppress a wince before he could turn around. His brows raised when he saw who it was.

"Toothiana. What brings you here?" he asked her, curiously before turning to stare back at the lighted tree.

"There was a molar emergency in one of the houses here in town. It was a job too big for my girls, so I came myself," she replied as she fluttered closer before touching down next to him. It was almost automatic for his arm to come up to let her snuggle into his side. Almost absently, he kissed the top of her head, keeping his gaze on the lighted tree. It surprisingly was keeping the Fearlings docile—who knew they liked the shiny? His thoughts were interrupted by Tooth, her arms already sliding around his waist. "What are you doing here? I thought you didn't like Christmas," she asked him. He let out an amused huff.

"I don't. But it's preferable than being stuck inside a dark hole with just the voices in my head to sing to me endlessly. Plus, it let me see you," he added.

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KILLING ME- 14

pairing : law student!reader + yuta

genre : (fluff) angst , mafia au/ arranged marriage au.

warnings of this chapter : cursing, mention of drugs, character death.

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“life’s never fair y/n. realise it as soon as you can . it is the only secret for living a regretless life.”

“ curiousity got the cat hitched”

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y/n! Are you sleeping?”

Registering his words, you replied in a groggy voice,“What the fuck do you want?”

“Your phone. I left mine in the medical room. I need to call Mark right now.” with some authority, he spoke.

Whining loudly, you fell back on the bed. It was only due but flailing your arms and legs like a kid in a toy store, you let out a screech full of annoyance, cursing your fate.

Were you really going to babysit him now?

"Have you suddenly lost your hearing? Stop with this sick attitude and open the door."

A puff of air left your nose, your chest moved rhythmically with your stomach and you relaxed your arms beneath your head, eyes fixed at the fan above and ears ringing with his voice. He kept calling you and after a number of shouts, you started humming to distract yourself, afraid that you'd end up helping him otherwise. That was something, naturally, you were not interested in. Last time he had ignored your voice and now nature had presented you with an opportunity to return the favour. Just with a bit less flavour.

"Are you dead?"

"Hmmm. To you, yes I am." Mumbling, you yawned and pushed yourself up to reach your side table and fishing out your earphones from the bottom drawer, you untangled them and fixed them comfortably in your ear, hiding yourself underneath the sheets.

Sonata no.14 instantly transported you away from the noise and the stress that was your unwanted husband, yuta. The smile playing on your lips widened as you realised that you were his only mode of communication at the moment.

But You were going for a nap. Until then, he could wait. And thrash. And cry. Or die.

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you rotated the handle of the door to walk outside but your little trip was interrupted when your body collided straight into a wall. No. The obstruction was too soft for a wall.

Opening your eyes properly, you saw yuta standing stiff. Surprised at the sudden appearance, you immediately stumbled back and in hurry, hit your spine on the wooden door. The glare of his eyes, that always spoke more than you could comprehend, coupled with a clenched jaw, was not a very pleasant sight for sure yet you found it harder to dart your own eyes away from him.

"Your phone" he seethed, breathing deeply.

"Huh?" You croaked out.

He raised his brow and in an instant, the previous scenario played like a short movie in your head. Snapping your head down, you regarded his leg with pity. He obviously noticed it immediately but seemed to ignore it and refrained from saying anything. Good for you, you thought.

"Are you deaf?"

Your furrowed brows met his eyes and with a roll of his own, he picked up his finger to force his demand but you managed to walk back inside your room before he could've done that.

Your back faced him as you contemplated your options while slowly stretching your arm to reach for your phone on the other side of the bed.

should you even be giving him your phone?

You had more trust in Taeyong than the man you shared a roof with so there was no way you were doing that.

Unbeknownst to you, yuta was watching your movements intently and the way you bobbed your head, he knew you were scheming something so he decided to be polite for a moment. Only until you were needed. Or your phone was needed.

Once the phone was in your hand, another thought crossed your mind.

"Wait. Where is the house phone?" Crossing your arms, you asked him slyly, already knowing the answer

"You fucking never got it installed. It's still in its stupid package" he seemed rather impatient.

"And you could've called reception through the door telecom. He would have phoned Mark for you. These rich apartments certainly have more hospitality tha-

"I CAN'T GO AROUND DISTRIBUTING AN UNDERGROUND CRIMINAL'S CONTACT NUMBER TO EVERYONE"

He inhaled and exhaled and you just watched until he opened his eyes again, hand reaching out to you.

"Chill. I've every right to be sceptic especially when you are the one asking for it."

Finding Mark's number on your phone, you called him.

Yuta's hand threaded through his rough hair as he noticed what you were trying to do.

"Hey mark!" Your chirpy voice resounded in the room and yuta was sure this was some different spirit speaking. You sounded too bubbly for the way you were investigating him just a second ago.

"Yes yes. His phone exactly.i don't trust him enough to hand over my phone so that's why I'm calling you myself. Just hurry up if you can or you might have to clean up a dead body in the next few hours."

With that you cut the phone. Without meeting yuta's gaze and resting your hand on the handle, you mumbled,

"He'll be here in an hour."

You were about to close the door when he stopped it with the palm of his hand, alerting you with the force.

"Tell him to get some food too."

And limping, he retired back, to the couches.

Sighing, you messaged mark. Had it been for something else, you'd have ignored but your own stomach had signalled you that it needed some good food so you chose not to fight against your own body.

Now, only the taste of the food could decide how many days you were going to tolerate that barbaric human.

"Are you still going to that stupid internship?" Johnny hesitantly murmured from your desk chair while taking big bites from the plate.

"It's not stupid please! I’m just waiting for them to actually pay attention to my awesome capabilities so they can transfer me to the main branch. This is not bad either but”, you stopped to lick your forefinger and tasting the sauce, continued, “but I really wanna go into the criminal unit. That’s where the actual fun is. As long as i’m being paid decently, i’ll suffer with the stupid research work here.”

“With the tongue as sharp as yours, I think you should be getting ready for a demotion instead” he laughed, showing you his fake bunny teeth in the most annoying and childish way.

“Ha ha ha ha. Some well wisher you are! Thank you so much for looking out for me but I'll be fine. Who knows the gatekeeper’s pay package is more than me. So it’d be a win-win in that case too I guess?” when you did a drum roll with your chopsticks to stress upon your point, he laughed harder.

"So being broke is the new black?" Rolling his eyes, he dragged out, "I swear you kids don't know how this world works."

"And you, grandpa of the century, knows?"

"I'm aware of what I need for my survival and from what I've learnt, you can either take risks or look for job security. In your case, " he fake coughed, "where the proportions of risk taking have already exceeded the acceptable limit, a job security is the best and safest option to choose."

"And that would justify my greed and desire to work for the biggest company of this city."

"Kun. The security you need and the independence you seek would be given by kun. Chois are hmm how to say? Cheap? Yeh cheap. They have no work ethics. "

"Have you worked with them, johnny?"

"No. I'm ju-

"Then was your ex a choi?" You saw his eyes comically and cutely widening at your remark.

"No. My ex wasn't a choi and that's not what I'm saying and you know that."

"Oh. So your ex wasn't a choi. Then a lee? Kim? Im? Oh my god! Look at your cheeks seo!" You dragged out. He shook his head as you kept wiggling your brows at him.

"She was a kim but that doesn't mean I would hate all kims dude. That's baseless and stop ignoring the topic. I want you to apply in Kuns. It's the best option. Do it as soon as you-

"Yeah yeah we'll see about that. First take that bitch back. I can't even nap in his presence. "

"Umm. Yeah. You gotta tolerate him. And besides he's injured. Injured yuta is like a gun without a bullet. He's gonna shout for a day or two and then peace out. He'll be sleeping and reading in his room and you won't even know if he's alive or not."

"Now that's bullshit. What is he going to do here anyway? I hope he can hop himself on one leg because even if the sun rises from the north, I am not going to do a single task for him. He can die hungry , for all I care.”

“Do you think you can endure him for some tasty dinners?”

Clicking your tongue, you quipped, “Do you really think you can buy me with a few homemade meals?”

Day 1

Yes. you were sold. The moment the tasty noodles had melted in your mouth, you knew you had no dignity. And you were indeed ashamed of yourself.

Earlier, Renjun had called you to inform you that he had delivered the food and medicines for yuta and had left your dinner box but he had failed to mention the special and endearing note that was pasted on the glass box. In the curvy letters, it read bitchy piglet and you swore the only person you’d be killing before yuta would be jaehyun. But you were going to use jaehyun to build up your tolerance instead.

When you went out to clean your dishes, he was playing some game on his phone, excitement evident from the way he was laughing every other second. Maybe if he remained occupied, he would not be so insufferable.

Day 3

"Oyii! Oyii!"

No. You were wrong. He was very very much insufferable.

At midnight, his voice echoed, disturbing your sleep. You cursed at the cool atmosphere that had prevented you from using the air con which otherwise would have blocked his annoying screeches. But it seemed like bad luck wanted to change its name to y/n instead. With your name being called like a broken record, it was a fight between you and him that you were not going to lose. Shuffling to your side, you covered your ears with the other pillow and tried to drown out the annoyingly demanding and hoarse voice. There was no way you were giving him the satisfaction of having any power over you. He could cry for all he liked!

“What the fuck do you want at this hour?”

Attempting a glare at him through sleepy lids, you spewed with irritation. Unlike you, he was very much awake, breathing with the sole purpose of making you question your whole existence.

“Pillow” scratching his non-existent beard, he mumbled.

Your nostrils flared and jaw clenched at such inconvenient command.

“You summoned me for a pillow? A pillow that can normally be found on a person’s bed? Can you please rectify your demand or did I just simply hear something wrong?”

The opened curtains and the moonlight that drenched the room was the only source that illuminated his face for you and even with drooping eyes, you could see how serious he was and yet you couldn't hold your tongue back because he simply deserved every shit you bestowed him with.

“Turn the lights on and count the pillows on my bed! And when you are done, get me some pillows from your room.” he simply stated.

“Why should i give you my pillow? I need them!”

“Because I don't use a pillow and I need it asap!”

“Then why do you suddenly need one? To disturb my sleep? Oh that makes sense.” and suddenly, your eyes had synced with your body to side with your fight mode.

“I need them for elevating my leg. The bandage is too tight and it’s not comfortable.”

“Then why don't you walk out of the room and get some cushions for yourself!” you raised your volume.

“Because my leg is in pain and i’m unable to get up? What makes you think I'm dying to see your ugly face at this time of the night. I dont wanna have nightmares of you as well but i can't help it ok!”

“you should have kept them near you. And who are you calling ugly hmm? You poop fac-

“Okay scream for all you want! But get me a pillow when your battery dies down!”

“What the fuck d- are you covering your ears? Wow ways to be generous!”

Stomping your foot, you left the room to get the hardest cushion on the couch.

“Here! Next time call Mark if you want anything. Don’t raise your voice ever again to call me because unlike you, i have work in the morning and hence I need some sleep..”

Just when you were about to leave after shoving the cushion in his hand, he spoke up again,

“This is damn hard! I asked for your pillow specifically and not th- AHH!”

A scream left him as you harshly removed the support , leaving his leg to painfully meet the mattress.

“How about you fix your attitude before fixing your leg?” suggesting, you dropped the cushion on the floor and left.

He didn't call you after that. Nor that you cared. However, the sleep in your eyes somehow vanished. Dancing on your sides didn’t help. Neither did drinking a glass of water. So, with a groan, you listened to your conscience and picked up your extra pillow that was sadly too perfect for your enemy.

Padding to his room, you tried your best to scrutinise and hearing his heavy snores, you placed the pillow right under his thigh and the cushion under his calf. Scoffing at his sleeping figure, you internally groaned to remind yourself that you hadn't done it for him. It was just a debt. For the blanket he had once covered you with. Nothing more and nothing less.

Day 5

You just wanted him out of your hair. He was just being a load on your head. At first, only the work was kicking your ass, then jungwoo was kicking you like a punching bag for an hour straight and adding to your distress was yuta.

"I'm not your maid! Stop piling up the dishes for me. I've had enough mercy on you. From today onwards, get a cleaner for yourself or buy disposable cutlery. I'm not going to clean after you!"

With a roll of his eyes, he had ignored you.

And so did you. Pasting a warning note on the sink tap, you had left for the library with a dying hope that maybe the kitchen would be spotless on your arrival or you'd be dialing some numbers in the evening.

For someone who despised the solemn atmosphere of libraries, you had successfully spent 11 hours in the said hellish room. It was 11 p.m and you wanted to sleep, more than anything but here you were, waiting for yugyeom so he'd just pick you up for a good drinking session that you were dying to have.

Fortunately, you weren't the only one who had missed living these past days. Everyone, for different reasons, was suffering so you felt a little less bad for yourself even though you knew your troubles were far more grave than their academic burdens.

"Wake up shorts" someone whispered in your ear. Squirming on your seat, you whipped your head in your sleepy state and found jungkook caressing your head, goofily smiling at you.

"I thought you wanted to hang out till the next morning" air quoting the last words, he picked up your bag.

"Yeah. Let's go. I'm all ready for a night full of vodkas." You yawned out.

"Definitely. No. You are going home. We can have a small get together me and yuggy are done with our final project." He dragged you out into the parking lot.

" I feel like it's been years since we got drunk together. You are never here anymore!" You whined at him, complaining your heart out.

"I will be. Soon. Then we can celebrate your little choi job as well."

"Oh please. Don't even mention it. If I had penny for every time they rolled their eyes at me, I'd be richer than your parents kook." You huffed out and as his gentle laugh surrounded you, you closed your eyes resting your back against the seat, expecting to be up by the time he'd park.

But the next day, you woke up tangled in the sheets of your bed, unaware of the events of the previous night.

When you had warned yuta about the dirty dishes, you hadn't expected him to fill the corners of the kitchen with disposable containers. It looked like you had missed a whole drama while sleeping in the library. The kitchen was shining except for the new utensils. But as long as you were not babysitting him, you were fine with anything. You didn't want to jinx your relief, however, you were glad you would be able to get some work done. finally.

You had spoken too early for your own good. Just when you sat down to write your paper, passionate and enthusiastic howls of that man pierced through your earphones and once again, you opened the window and hopped outside, in the balcony, ready to drown him out. Sipping on your lemonade, you gaped at the scenery the not so distant traffic provided you with and somehow, your thoughts wandered to the only person these horns reminded you of. Johnny.

What are you doing? Your fingers hovered over the text but once again, you deleted the message, declaring it to be too childish for someone as mature as him. Maybe you were just being silly. Maybe you were not. But who was going to put a stamp on your maybe?

Tears pricked your eyes as the harsh words of your senior thundered in the room. He kept shouting and you had no option than to consume each and every word he directed at you. Even if you were being insulted in front of your twenty other co-workers, staying quiet was the best option, you ascertained. so along with your saliva, you gulped your explanations down your throat.

Howsoever unconscious, you were still in the wrong. There was no excuse as to why you had mailed the wrong bills, apart from the headache that was caused by the person possibly lying on the sofa and watching t.v back home. No matter how much you tried to run away from his existence, he had somehow managed to let himself inside your head.

Glaring at the kid who asked for his turn on the park swing, you pushed yourself a little higher, letting the wind greet your stinging eyes as it hit your face in waves. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you chose to ignore jungwoo for a day as it was the time, you decided, to let all the lessons that the past few months had taught you sink into your mind, to bleed into your soul so you won’t ever be able to deviate from them. Ever.

Only if that was so easy. You knew blaming others for your problems was no solution but trivialising them by not paying heed wasn't a smart move either.

When you reached home, your frustrations had died down. So when yuta simpered and pointed towards your empty container, telling you how he had already finished your supposed dinner, you simply rolled your eyes at him, robbing him of whatever he wanted to achieve by riling you up. Heating up the water, you were about to open the noodles packet when yeong called you.

You stared at the shattered phone screen in disbelief as the endless tears ran down your cheeks. As you verbalised the words to yourself again, your body met the floor with a thud.

Jungkook. Drugs. No more.

Three words had silenced the screeches in your head and your mind busied itself in rejecting what you had heard for it had to be a lie. But what how were you going to ignore the heart wrenching screams that yeong had let out. How were you going to dismiss the truth.

How were you all going to accept it?

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next update: Some day between 5-7 June.

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multi-fandom-inserts · 4 years

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All I Need.

Jasper Hale x Reader

I’ve made this so it can be a two parter if people want! Let me know what you think and I hope everyone is staying safe during this scary time, my inbox is open for anyone needing a chat.

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It started like the first snow of winter – light and gentle – nothing at first to be concerned with, the numbers of runaway teenagers and drifters gently began to increase, but just as innocent as the snowflakes appeared, it quickly became an avalanche as the bodies of workers around the coast and hunters began to appear in the vast woodlands surrounding the isolated town.

It wasn't until the echoing sound of a glass vase, smashing against the hardwood flooring, a single shiver travelled throughout your body as the whole room became slow-motion. The entire Coven turned it what would have been lightening speed – if your vision hadn't slowed – to face Alice, her large eyes, blinking rapidly yet somehow remaining blank and glassy – a wave of confusion and concern spread throughout the household as Edward's and Jaspers faces sunk with dread.

You gently touched Alice's hand but in her frozen state, only one word manages to force itself from your mouth. “Victoria.”

That single name confirms everything we all dreaded the most. Those drifters and runaway teenagers weren't just a coincidence. She was making an army, but not just a regular human army – an army of Newborns, the most powerful and cruel creatures to exist, they have no drive except to hunt and kill.

Carlisle’s eyes flicker towards Jasper and yourself as a aura of concern surrounded him. A familiar feeling blossoms in your chest as you stare at Bella and Edward, your eyes and face couldn't hide the glimmer of resentment towards the pair, if he hadn't bought her along that day, if she hadn't of been so numb to the danger, then we wouldn't of had to hunt down and murder our own kind, Victoria's mate – James.

“Y/N.” Edward speaks lightly, clearly breaking the rule about reading your mind.

His hand coasts across the skin of your upper arm but you pull away like his touch burned you.

“We need to start preparing,” Jasper said, taking the focus off you for a minute, “We all need to train and plan a location that'll work to our advantage because trust me, if we want to survive this, we'll need it.” Carlisle nods silently.

“Bella, you better go talk to Jacob, we'll need the help of the pack too.” you mutter, loud enough for the human to hear you before leaving the room in silence.

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The frosty ground crunches beneath your feet as your dart through the dense woodland, dodging the towering trees, upturned shrubs and roots with large rocks and ridges with ease, throughout the years you'd memorised the area like the back of your hand.

From the corner of your eyes, you spot the large clearing and slowed down towards the edge of the trees, allowing your sprint to turn into a walk. The tender ground turns from soft moss and dirt to a tough, grey stone; the clearing is several meters wide and across before leading to the edge of a vast cliff.

You stood in silence as you sat on the very edge of the cliff, the toes of your shoes hanging over the edge as you look down at the thrashing waves beating against the cliff bottom. Your mind wanders as you stare out at the water, you twist the small ruby ring on your middle finger, watching as the small rays of light dance across your skin making it sparkle, a young child had once told you, “It's like you made of diamonds.”. Breathing deeply you look out at the calmness in the distance is the opposite to what was about to occur.

After a few more minutes, you notice out of the corner of your eyes a blonde haired man watching you intently, a small smile on his lips as he takes in your stance, Jasper had always admired how strong you are, the way no matter what happened, you always had a strong aura around you but with Jaspers powers, he knew exactly how you felt – scared.

He approaches you carefully, “Talk to me darlin', you've been distant.” he speaks softly, his rich southern accent peaking through, making you smile.

“I guess I'm a little sceptical about fighting Newborns again.” you admit, subconsciously running your nails softly across one of the scars that decorates your body, this one is what made you what you are today, and it covered the small patch on the middle of your shoulder.

Jasper nods slowly, his body radiates with your emotion of fear and nervousness. He wants to make you feel better but you made him promise he would never mess with your emotions, so instead, he reaches out and touches your cheek with his hand, grazing his thumb across your cheekbone tenderly. He engulfs you in a loving hug, peppering light kisses on your forehead and cheek, causing you to erupt in giggles, you pull away and look up at him, taking in the beauty of his golden eyes, thick light hair and sharp facials features, you tip-toes up to peck his lips quickly causing Jasper to smirks before wrapping his arm around your shoulders, almost of though he was attempting to keep you warm.

“Come on, let's go train some mutts.” Jasper half-joked before detaching himself from you, pushing you gently and sprinting off into the distance with you hot on his heels.

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About a mile from the training ground, you and Jasper slow down and walk leisurely the rest of the way. Everyone was wearing workout gear with the girls wearing their hair out of their faces. Carlisle and Esme are the first to greet us – Esme affectionately kisses your cheek – before you greet your adoptive brothers and sisters, Emmett is excited to start training, any excuse to show how strong he is, Rosalie is stood with a stiff upper lip as Alice chats to her excessively. A few minutes later, Edwards car screeches round the corner and stops abruptly, he jumps out before dashing round to open Bella's door, helping her out like she was made of glass.

“Are they coming?” you ask.

Edward nods silently as a growl echoes throughout the woodland and a few seconds later, eight huge wolves of a variety of difference colours and shades appear, their muzzles pulled back in a constant snarl as they approach us. The Coven opens from the circle we had created to stand in a line facing the wolf pack.

“They don't trust us to be in their human forms.” you say, breaking the silence between us all.

Edward nods, Carlisle steps forward confidently, “They came, that's what matters.” he says before turning to Edward, “Will you translate for me?”

He nods silently and approaches with Carlisle, Jasper moves us forward slightly as Alice stands by Bella and Rosalie and Emmett hold hands. You watch as a medium brown wolf with shades of ginger kept looking over at Bella, you smile gently when you realise it's Jacob. Carlisle thanks the wolves for coming, who bark or growl in response before turning to Jasper and yourself. “Jasper and Y/N have experience with Newborns,” he announces, guesting to us, “They'll teach us how to defeat them.”

Jasper nods at the creatures as you offer a friendly smile, your eyes link with the large black wolf as he takes in you for a minute before turning back to Carlisle and growled. Your stomach twisted slightly at the response to you but Edwards glance assures you it wasn't aimed directly at you.

“They want to know how the Newborns differ from us.” Edward says.

Carlisle went to speak but you interjected, “They are stronger and more lethal than us. In the first few months of our new life we are the most powerful because our human blood still lingers in our bodies.”

Jasper smirks at you, “My beautiful mate is right, that's why they are created...” a bitter tone takes over his voice as he slips into his natural deep southern accent making you watch him intently, the Major in him began to peak through making you smile and your eyes darken. The Major was someone you hadn't seen fully in a number of years, Jasper felt your arousal and turns to look at you momentarily before continuing on with what he was saying, “A Newborn army doesn't need thousands like a human army and no human army can stand against them.”

Jasper took a step backwards and motions to you, “The two most important things to remember are, one; never let them get their arms around you, they'll crush you instantly, and two; never go for the obvious kill, they'll be expecting that and that's how you die.”

You turn to Jasper, “You want to go first?”

He laughed, “No my darling, ladies first.”

A small smile settles on your lips as you turn to your big brother, Emmett, you teasingly gesture at him with your index and middle finger like an old kung-fu film, he returns your smirk and both take positions, Jasper acts as a referee giving tips to us as we fight, “Don't hold back,” you tease cracking your neck.

Emmett laughs loudly before launching himself at you, for the first few moments you let him throw you about to make him overly confident before you launch yourself up his body, legs wrap around his head, you throw your body around causing Emmett to flip over onto his back, the ground beneath the pair of you shaking slightly as the dirt cakes the clothing you both wore.

Jasper smiles at you, “Never get to confident and lose focus.” he says as the pair of you separated.

Next you up was Edward and Carlisle, Jasper remaining the referee as the wolves allowed you to stand next to them, giving them tips and tricks that they can use, the wolves accepted your help, letting out noises and expressions to let you know if they want more information. You even went as far as to show them where you most vulnerable places are and where the best places to bite and claw at will be.

Jasper called you away for a minute to pair us with Rosalie, you winked at her to tease her, she always needed to be the best at something, the fight was actually a smidge harder than Emmett, Rosalie was more graceful in her moves, quicker in the sense that she was strategic but even with that, you had her in a headlock in less that ten minutes, tight enough to cause her to panic but not enough to do her any actual harm.

You allowed Jasper to train Alice, the way he smiles at her made you wince a little inside, especially because of how she blushed – not literally of course but figuratively – he was easier on her than the rest.

Once training was over, you headed back over to the wolf pack with Edward to ask if there was anything else they felt they needed to know or learn, you even offered to do one-on-one training with them so they knew what it was like to fight a vampire. The large black wolf – the Alpha, Sam – bowed his head at you.

As the rest of the Coven and pack mingled amongst themselves, you spotted Bella sitting on the bonnet of Edwards off-roader, you headed over at human speed not to startle her. She looked up from her palm and smiled at you.

“Hey.” you speak, hopping up on the bonnet with her.

Bella's aura softened, she had always been worried that you didn't like her, in that respect you were a lot like Rosalie, just softer round the edges, you trusted but when it was earned and you protect yourself with a hardened exterior because it was drilled into you during your first years as a vampire.

“You know I don't blame you, Bella.” you spoke after a few minutes, touching her arm with your hand gently. “This is all just one huge flash back for me, and Jasper.”

Bella turned to you, “How do you guys know all this stuff?” she asks, her voice in a whisper.

“We didn't exactly have the same upbringing as the rest of them,” you mutter, pulling up one of your sleeves to expose a series of bite marks all the way up, some overlapped, others weren't neat. “Battle scars.”

Bella gripped your arm and inspected them closer, you smile at her inquisitive side, before pulling up her sleeve to reveal the bite James had given her. She looks at you momentarily and you just nod, confirming silently that vampires had made the marks on you.

“How? I mean...” Bella trailed off.

You let out a small laugh, “I'm originally from England, if you couldn't tell from the accent, but when I was turned my maker realised I had a rare... ability, shall we say... he saw more benefit for him in trading me,” you say, Jasper stood several meters away, leant up against one of the large trees, listening to you, “We arrived in Texas waiting to meet Maria, the leader of the Coven my maker wanted to do a trade with but we were attacked by her Newborns, my maker was killed almost instantly but I... let's just say I cost her ten Newborns that day.”

Bella studied your face as you bit your lip, memory lane for you wasn't the happiest, “She was making an army?”

“They were apparently very common in the south, constant battles for territory. Maria always won, she was careful and smart but she one important weapon – Jasper, he was a Major in Texas Calvary, when I arrived he was in charge of training us and his ability to control emotions served her the best. She never let them live beyond a year, it was Jaspers job to –”

You swallow hard, Jasper felt a sudden wave of sadness echoing through him.

“Dispose of them.” Jasper said, appearing in front of you making Bella jump slightly, “I could feel everything they felt, the fear, the disappointment, the wondering of worry. I thought what Maria and I had was love, but I was just a puppet.”

He paused, glancing at me.

“It wasn't until Y/N arrived I realised what love what,” he laughed look at you, “She was just as stubborn and strong then as she was now, she started training the Newborns with me but she was also the one to convince me to runaway. If it wasn't for her, I have no idea what I would of done, or what I would be now.”

You smile widely and smugly, “I sound awesome right?” you wink.

Jasper and Bella laugh along with you, soon enough Edward approached us, “Come on, we better get you home.” he says, scooping Bella off the bonnet carefully before pushing you off, Jasper catches you bridal style as you flip Edward off.

Your mate hugs you into the side of him as we watch them leave, a comfortable silence settles over the clearing, everyone else had headed home leaving you and Jasper once again alone. You look up at Jasper with a loving expression.

“You saved me.” you whisper.

Jasper smirked and looked down at you, “No, you saved me and you have saved me every single day since.”

You lean up, wrapped your arms up around his neck, pulling his lips to you. The pair of you work perfectly, tongues soon battle for dominance as the kiss heats up, soon Jasper pushes you against the trunk of a tree, his forehead against yours as you both pant – unnecessarily of course but something's are just naturally going to take your breath away.

“So Major, what's you plan now?” you tease.

Jasper shakes his head at the nickname, “Well ma'am, I plan making you very happy and moaning a hell of a lot, how does that sound?”

You can't help but laugh loudly, you put on your thickest southern accent impersonation, “Well sir, that sounds mighty fine.” and wink at him.

Your mate laughs loudly before kissing you again. A smile remains on your lips throughout the kisses, you may not be like Alice and see the future but you know for sure that everything you will ever need, is right here with Major Jasper Whitlock.

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blushing-starker · 4 years

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Having a boyfriend that's a natural rule breaker becomes even more tedious because now it's two people conspiring together, itching to shatter social norms. Sure, they won't pull the fire alarm stunt to get out of a quiz (that's more Rocket and Groot's style), place mirrors on front steps to confuse Fury and nearly give the principal a heart attack (Loki with an exasperated Thor and cackling Hela) or hire a mariachi band to follow hall monitor Alexander Pierce (Steve had joined Bucky and Sam in that one); they'd never sneak into the air vents, fill them with glitter so the haughty board of directors would be covered in pink sparkles when they cranked the ac (Clint and Nat).

Ok, they did help with that last one, buying the shimmering stuff from T'Challa's sister and slipping five jars into Clint's backpack, but they didn't actually go into the vents.

But that's not the point. The point is there are limits to their rule breaking; Tony's spot on the football team and Peter's participation in the art club too important to risk on something as silly as skipping a quiz. No, they thanked their best friends, unhooked the window lock and slithered out only after finishing and handing in the quiz. They weren't amateurs.

Still, Peter knows Tony literally couldn't have chosen a worse time for their impromptu lunch date. (Luckily, he'd expected this exact situation.)

"Tony, they don't even have bad food today. We could just wait until the bell rang to meet up and eat at the bleachers. Like we always do a day before a big game."

His boyfriend swivels around, hooks nimble fingers into his belt loops to pull Peter closer, never once stumbling even while walking backwards. The grin he shows is manic, just this side of wild to let Peter know this isn't about haunting nightmares and bouts of anxiety. This is normal, too high on a feeling Tony Stark. Which means he won't head back to school unless Peter pulls out all the stops...

He's too exhausted from last night's art project to use up energy on the puppy eyes. So he sighs, tugs on the blue varsity jacket Tony loves to show off, kisses a dimple before turning this untamed creature around.

"Come on, I found a new route to that shawarma place with MJ and Ned last week." It sounds exasperated, but Tony knows Peter will do anything to keep him happy. Well. Not anything. There's only so many times they can discuss Star Wars before simply agreeing to disagree on whether Han and Luke are pan or bi.

"What, and you tell me this now?", Tony squawks indignantly from Peter's left side, freezing nose nuzzling into Peter's neck as revenge.

Like a robber caught sneaking into a vault, he raises his hands instantly before shoving Tony away.

"Hey, you were focusing on practice! If I told you, you'd bring Rhodey, he'd bring T'Challa and then Shuri would pop up and who goes where she goes? Bucky, which means Steve and Sam, who'd already be there thanks to Rhodey and of course Clint would somehow appear with Nat. We'd be together so Ned and MJ are gonna be teasing with Betty and half the guys in our grade have a crush on Nat, or MJ or Shuri or Betty or you. So what's the end result? The entire football, soccer, basketball and swim team eating shawarma a week before the games. I am not hearing Coach Coulson scold me for you guys breaking diet again. I'm already on his list, another situation like that and I'll have to run fifteen laps around the field."

"Oh come on, you can do those in your sleep." He could, but again, not the point.

"With a weighted backpack, Tony."

"Yeah, I can see why you wouldn't want that."

"Before cycling fifteen laps and then swimming fifteen laps."

"Jesus, why would he even do that?" Tony looks at him then, disgruntled at the thought of his boyfriend doing all that.

He shrugs, doesn't want to explain Peter had done it once when it all got too much and he'd needed to release the pent up energy. He hadn't noticed Coach watching him, ready to come help if he hurt himself. They'd talk afterwards, Coulson making him promise to never do that alone. Now it became a reward and a punishment. Peter won the art contest? Fifteen everything to focus his mind and not go jumping off walls in his excitement.

His students wolfing down a thousand calories before a game? Fifteen everything so Peter would at least "time it so it's not during the season, Jesus". To be fair to Peter, Tony participated in almost all the sports teams so scheduling was hard.

"Listen, just don't eat a whole animal, ok? We can split it, eat enough," he glares at Tony, pushing through even as the puppy eyes come out, "and then head to the movies. They're showing Aliens for a few days cuz of Halloween and I already texted the guys to come during lunch."

His boyfriend, smart and sharp and witty, just blinks at him. "But we have class after lunch."

"Technically, but I convinced Mr Pym to let the class out of lab so we could all hang out. It's the one class we share so now the whole group can see it together."

Tony stops, eyes wide and mouth open.

"You, what, planned this?"

"Yeah, something fun before tomorrow to take it off your mind for a while. Or, you know, not make it stand out as much. I know how focused you get, and it's really great, having that as a goal, strategizing and taking it seriously. But I also know it can be a lot, so I thought we should all hang out since each of us has something coming up and we aren't spending much time together. Which I get, responsibilities and family and school; I just missed it and I can't be the only one, right? So yeah, this was planned. Like, two weeks ago. When MJ found the new route, it was like a sign. And I really want you to relax and enjoy the whole, I have friends that care for me and a boyfriend that loves-"

He slaps a hand on his mouth, eyes impossibly wide and cheeks flaming. Tony and Peter stand immobile, the world reduced to beat up sneakers breaking the simplicity of yellow lines on black, a flickering neon sign telling them the shawarma place is open and two hearts slowly starting to beat again after that confession.

Ned would say it's romantic. MJ would bluntly remind them it's a bad idea to stand in the middle of the road even if they're saying I love you. And with good reason, since there's the telltale roar of a car bursting with teenagers, voices howling out the lyrics to an AC/DC song. And of course Peter notices the noise of rubber swerving against gravel, the screeching of old brakes and a few terrified shrieks harmonizing with a sharp wind blasting into him out of nowhere. Before he can react, Tony is there, wrapping his arms around Peter and shoving them both into the little patch of grass that grows from a crack in dirty pavement.

There's a moment where his whole world flips, tumbles until he screws his eyes shut and prepare himself for whatever the fuck caused that noise. But nothing comes. Only a sigh blowing a stray curl away from his forehead. But a sigh? Why would?

Tony.

He gasps, jolts upright and apologizes when that just serves to jostle his boyfriend further into the ground. His boyfriend who'd flip them so Peter wouldn't be hurt. Tony is peering at him through half shut eyes, discomfort clear on the grimace he tried to transform into a sheepish grin.

"So, you love me, huh?"

It's the stupidest thing Tony Stark has ever said.

"What the fuck were you thinking? You could have gotten hurt, you could have shattered a wrist, dislocated a shoulder, torn an ACL, bent a leg-"

"This is not what I expected. Also it was a three foot leap forward on grass, I'm fine, Peter."

"Or bashed your head, or busted an arm and then what would you do for the game tomorrow? Who the hell does that?"

"The guy you love, apparently."

"That's not the point, Tony, that's unimportant because you nearly got hurt. Christ, Coulson will slaughter me if there's a scratch on you, and then your mom would be sad and I'd be sad because, what would I do without you? And don't you ever do that again, I can't take it. I am not losing you, Tony. God, why would you do that, risk so much on-"

"On you? Babe, I'd do it again. Ok, not the right thing to say based on the whole face thing you got going on right now. But just hear me out. Don't, stop hitting me, ow, why are you hitting, how are you this strong, Jesus. Ow, stop it. Peter, for fuck's sakes, I love you, you animal. Now please let go of the jacket, it'll get wrinkles."

His hands unclasp the soft cotton, Tony falling back with a groan and Peter's unhinged jaw snapping shut after fifteen seconds of letting the flies in.

It's a wonderful thing, hearing the guy he's loved for so long say it back, say he loves Peter.

It's also fucking stupid since there's even more reason to not do stunts like that.

"You're an idiot. I'm in love with a guy that has one shared brain cell with Steve. You could have been hurt, Tony. And what would that have done, huh?"

His boyfriend sighs yet again, wraps an arm around Peter to push them from the ground and heads to the car where their friends are gawking. He waves them off, offers a "Yeah, I know I'm amazing, no, I didn't break anything, T'challa, yes, I can play, Jesus, Rogers, I can read you like a book. I appreciate the worry, Bruce; Nat, thanks for calming him down. Rhodes, excellent driving. No need to hog the seats, Sam, we need to settle in. Peter, you can keep cursing me out if you, yeah, see how it's nice being fun size when you fit in my lap in a car full of people. What, I'm not walking after that, I don't care if it's til we reach the parking. Let's go, Rhodes. Pepper, I'm fine. "

Clint offers a high five. Tony responds and that's that. Out of sight, Ned gives him a fist bump and MJ keeps on reading her book. It could just be his imagination, but Tony's sure she's smiling, approval clear on her face. He preens, glad to have her blessing, and settles his head on Peter's fluffy hair.

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When they're all laughing in a booth, smashed together and picking food off of everyone's plate, Peter nuzzles the crook of his neck, holds his hand and squeezes it. Tony smiles, lights up and shoves at Sam's face when the trio of best friends tease him for puffing his chest out when his boyfriend ever so softly says, "I love you."

"I love you, too." The table whoops and calls for another round of food and Coca-Cola, their family grinning at them and fondly teasing the new couple. Tony grins back, high on this feeling of warmth and happiness and safety and love.

And then Peter presses ice cold lips onto his neck and he lets out a shout, pain coursing through him when a knee slams into the table. His eyes water and through the haze of agony he sees their friends exchanging cash, some grumbling and others smirking. Rhodey and MJ, he notes, are the ones that win the most. They high five before pocketing the cash and ordering dessert.

Peter kisses his cheek, smile innocent and eyes wicked. It's his own fault Tony snatches an ice cube and slips it below his Nirvana shirt. He only has five seconds to lord his victory over Peter before there's ice cream being smeared on his cheek. They battle then, accidentally sending food into Wanda's lap, Clint's hair and Bucky's face.

In less than a minute they are all covered in shawarma and participating in the fight. Peter shrieks when Tony pulls him into his lap, gets chicken on the varsity jacket and tries to wriggle away. But Tony kisses him, tastes ice cream and joy, thanks whoever decided to give him a break and find this incredible person dozing on the roof of the school with Ned and MJ one spring afternoon. Peter kisses back and, at the same time, they say, confidently, honestly,

"I love you."

This is dedicated to @drarryismyshit07

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etlunainmorte · 4 years

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Part 3 - Nero

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To your utter confusion, Nico was quiet all day. In fact, not a sound could be heard inside the house that one bright and sunny morning.

Sure, Nero taught her to do useful things. He even taught her how to behave properly in front of his friends and guests. Not to mention the many, many hours he spent with her in order to teach her what he proudly called, some "world - class skills".

Despite all that upbringing, Nico sure had a big mouth to show, and that boundless energy to boot. She's still as rambunctious as the rest of her kind. And most importantly, she's still trying her very best, on a daily basis, to bully that poor newspaper boy who was always dropping by your house.

Needless to say, you've been so accustomed to living with these two, and you're so used to their noises and their quirks.

However, to your utter confusion, Nico was quiet all day. In fact, not a sound could be heard inside the house that one bright and sunny morning.

Even her tiny traces could not be seen.

For a small and energetic dog such as Nico, she sure tried her very best to not slather you with her saliva that same morning. And that, nonetheless, bothered you.

"Nico!" You called for the third time that morning as you got out of bed. "Come here, girl!"

You've waited for, at least, three more minutes, and when she still didn't come to you on your fourth call, you instantly felt the stab of loneliness come back to haunt you. Nero, who typically doesn't start his day - to - day routine without having a hearty and healthy breakfast with you first, was nowhere to be found. As soon as your hand felt the emptiness of the side of the bed where he used to lie on, you felt the negative emotions come crashing down upon you once more. It hurt, feeling so heavy deep down inside. It hurt when you tried to hide it from your boyfriend and from your small group of friends. It hurt when you insisted to smile for them to show that you're okay.

It hurt even more to wake up without Nero beside you.

He's,... your everything. His funny antics in and out of the battlefield made you laugh out loud. His boyish smile and his mannerisms made you smile a lot. His sweetness and his caring attitude always made your day, heck, even your whole week.

And with him gone, it hurt. It hurt so,... so much,...

"WOOF!"

Your eyes widened and your mood perked up a bit when you heard the familiar bark, and when you turned around to face the dog, you were so surprised to see her.

Well, seeing her sitting and wagging her tail like that was normal for you.

What you did find surprising about her was the (F/C) - colored balloon tied on her yellow leash.

Wait a second,...

"WOOF!" Nico barked at you once more, as if trying to tell you to come to her, and when you did, she hastily stood up and went outside the room. You tried to chase her but, before you could even grab her leash, you noticed a piece of paper lying on the floor next to your feet. And on the paper were some words written using some crayons.

Good morning, beautiful! The words read. And the only name that came up on your head was his.

It was Nero, and he was clearly up to something.

You heard Nico's bark once more. You looked up just in time to see her disappear around the corner.

Then, you found another piece of paper on the ground where the dog went.

Have I told you that, the message read. You picked up the paper and looked in front of you.

There it is again, you thought. Another note.

You are amazing?

Have I told you that,

Your smile can cure cancer?

Did they know that,

Your eyes shine like a million diamonds in the sky?

You giggled at the messages. "Oh, come on, Nero! How cheesy can you get?"

Despite the overwhelming cheesiness, you went on picking up the notes that were left on the ground on your way outside the house.

Did they know that,

Your laugh sounds like church bells?

Have they told you,

That you are the best friend anyone could ask or?

Have they told you,

That you are the best girlfriend in the whole wide world?

Did you know,

That this is not the only surprise I have for you?

You read the words, then you read them again. You looked up, and saw none other than Nero standing not far from the old tree where the orphans used to play hide and seek on. Except that the children were nowhere to be found. Instead, Nico was there standing next to Nero, still barking excitedly.

And Nero? He was holding his uncle Dante's old acoustic guitar.

"Good job for bringing her here, Nico!" Nero said as he scratched the dog behind her ears and gave her some treats. "Here you go!"

You shook your head and smiled as you made your way towards him.

"Is it Valentine's already?" You joked, fully anticipating the surprise he has for you. "And I thought you'd never use - "

But, you were not given the chance to finish your sentence as your boyfriend cleared his throat and positioned his fingers on the strings of the old guitar. He started plucking on the strings for a few minutes, opened his mouth, and started singing.

"With every - hey!"

"What?"

"You are supposed to sit down, (Y/N)."

Nero gestured something with his pouty lips and noticed that he was pointing at the swing right in front of him. He wanted you to sit there as he played the guitar.

Feeling satisfied when you finally did what he wanted you to do, he shrugged his shoulders and breathed through his nose.

Then, he finally began singing.

With every appearance by you, blinding my eyes,

I can hardly remember the last time I felt like I do.

You're an angel disguised.

And you're lying real still,

But your heart beat is fast just like mine.

And the movie's long over,

That's three that have passed, one more's fine.

You admitted to yourself that Nero doesn't have the best singing voice in the world but, you, sitting on the swing as he serenaded you with one of your favorite songs as a couple,...

... it really felt like,...

Will you stay awake for me?

I don't wanna miss anything,

I don't wanna miss anything.

I will share the air I breathe.

I'll give you my heart on a string.

I just don't wanna miss anything.

Your hand automatically went to your chest, clutching it as your heart twitched with the emotions that you tried really hard to hide from him, of all people. You wanted so much to throw yourself at him. How you wanted to cry your heart out and shout at the top of your lungs until you have no more tears left to cry. You wanted so badly to just let your emotions take over your system as Nero sang the song for you.

But, then again, you can't. You don't want to.

And how could you? Not when Nero clearly tried his best to surprise you like this?

Of course, he noticed everything! From your tired, bloodshot eyes, to the huge, dark bags under them. To your ever declining appetite, to the way you must've trembled when you tried to suppress the sobs every night.

He,... noticed everything.

You don't want to give in to your emotions but, then again, how could you not?

I'm trying real hard not to shake, I'm biting my tongue.

But I'm feeling alive and with every breathe that I take,

I feel like I've won, you're my key to survival.

And if it's a hero you want I can save you, just stay here.

Your whispers are priceless,

Your presence is too so please stay here.

Nero's smile did not vanish and his voice did not waver as you finally allowed your shoulders to slump, and your emotions to take over you.

With one hand on your mouth, and your eyes slightly closed, the tears,... finally came flowing out,...

Will you stay awake for me?

I don't wanna miss anything,

I don't wanna miss anything.

I will share the air I breathe.

I'll give you my heart on a string.

I just don't wanna miss anything.

Say my name. I just want to hear you.

Say my name. So I know it's true.

You're changing me. You're changing me.

You showed me how to live.

So just say. So just say,...

That you'll stay awake for me.

I don't wanna miss anything,

I don't wanna miss anything.

I will share the air I breathe.

I'll give you my heart on a string.

I just don't wanna miss anything.

With a few more skillful plucks of the guitar strings, the song finally ended.

And you? You're still crying, yes.

But, at the same time, you were giggling like crazy.

The tears were still falling, yes.

But, at the same time, somehow,...

... you no longer felt sad.

And this made Nero chuckle as he scratched the back of his head.

"That good you cried?" He asked.

"What,... did I just see?" You playfully questioned with a smile as you wiped your tears with the sleeves of your knitted sweater.

"Ah, I was practicing for the Red Grave Charity Concert." He told you. But, of course, you knew that was a lie. "So, what do you think?"

You sat up straight, inhaled through your nose and exaggeratedly breathed out. "I think it's too cheesy."

"Cheesy?!"

"Yes!" You declared at the top of your lungs. Then, you stood up, went towards him and placed your arms around his neck. "And I love it so much."

And before Nero could even complain, you peppered his face and his soft lips with little kisses that made him laugh. He pulled you closer and wrapped you in his arms, not wanting to let you go.

"I should really put up a band next time." He said as he smiled beneath your kisses.

"I won't allow it."

"Why not?!"

"Because you'll get too many fangirls!"

"Aren't you just being jealous?"

"So, what if I' am?"

"HEY, ASSHOLE!"

The two of you looked just in time to see the all - too familiar Devil May Cry Fortuna branch van screeching and careening towards you and only stopping when it was only mere inches away from you, effectively scaring the dog away.

"Hey! Have you still not learned how to drive? You're gonna get us killed!" Nero screamed as the Artisan's head popped out of the window. "And you scared Nico away!"

"If I hear the name of that mongrel again, I swear I'd cook her in a steel pot together with that electric chicken!" The real, human Nico scolded, and when she saw how close you and Nero were, her face contorted in utter disgust. "And, eww! Flirtin' so early on in the morning? Get in the car already! We're so damn late for the Charity concert!"

"Alright! Shut up already! And don't talk about my Nico like that! She's still smarter than you!"

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❤ You can find Part 1 here. ❤

💙 And Part 2 here. 💙

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#devil may cry 5 #nero sparda #too much cheese #nero x reader #nero x you #devil may oneshot

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fallenfurther · 4 years

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Continuation from

Sorry for it being long and with this strange link thing. I'm on holiday (and have drunk a little) and only have access to my phone so can't use keep reading.

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Virgil placed the box of puppies in the chair behind his, as John took the co-pilot's seat. Taking his place, Virgil launched the ship, coordinates set for a large out-of-town pet supermarket, with space for Two to land. John had come up with a list of things the puppies would need regardless of what Virgil decided to do with them, and Virgil was thankful for his brother's ability to keep a levelhead in the most extreme circumstances.

"If you are planning to give them away you'll have to get them neutered."

Virgil opened his mouth, gobsmacked. He was still getting his head round all this and he'd winced when letter had suggested he be neutered, but the idea of doing to his children made him feel ill.

"I'm just pointing out the facts. If you want to put them up for adoption they'll be rehomed quicker neutered. Especially because they're mutts."

A quick glance over his shoulder at the puppies, who were playing with each other quite contently, which settled his heart. He couldn't help but smile at them.

"I don't think I could do that to them."

"Even if you do keep them you'll have to consider it, as unless you train them strictly the boys may mount their sister."

"Really? They would do that?"

"Normal dogs do. Although they look normal, these dogs likely contain some human DNA, but be honest with yourself Virgil, how hard was it for you to resist Bella when she was in heat? I know Bella wasn't your sister, but you understand the way a male dog feels when a female is in heat. You have to consider it."

Virgil felt the heat in his cheeks once again. John was just being John, but he wasn't the usually brother Virgil went to for this sort of conversation.

"No. I'm not neutering my children."

Turning his full attention to the controls, Virgil landed in the field beside the petstore, glad arriving put an end to the conversation.

Virgil placed the box of puppies in the trolley, and couldn't help giving them a quick pet. He smiled as they fought to lick his hand. They were adorable. Virgil pushed the trolley letting John take the lead.

"Okay, the basics we need are beds, though I suggest one big one as they are so small and until you decide what to do with them. If you given them away, you can then always use it yourself."

Virgil shook his head at the suggestion, but the small smile on John's face confirmed it was a little dig. Walking down the isle of dog beds, Virgil's eyes were instantly drawn to the one that was so close to the shade of green of his baldrick. John needed no instruction, and walked straight up to it and placed it in the trolley beside the dogs. Three small faces peered over the box at the new thing beside them, noses sniffing the new scents.

"Right, the next essentials are food, food bowls and water bowls."

John picked up three of each bowl while Virgil eyed up the bags of puppy food, baffled by the choice, and tried to work out which would be best for these odd hybrids.

"Puppies!"

A young voice screeched. Virgil turned away from his pondering to see a young girl looking through the bars of their trolley.

"Hello Puppies!"

Virgil stood beside her and picked up the black female. He brought the puppy down to her level, resting it on his bent leg, and watched her face light up with delight. The girl stroked the puppy who responded with a good tail wag and a hand lick. The child giggled, looking over her shoulder to her mother who was standing to the side.

"It licked me!"

The mother smiled at her daughter before looking towards him.

"They're very cute. They're a mix breed aren't they?"

"They are half Lhasa apso, though we believe the male who got to her was a stray mutt so we don't know what else is in them."

Virgil glared at his brother. He was no mutt! Sure they couldn't say they were half werewolf but surely John would have found a similar breed that would suit the lie better.

"Oh, accidents. Happens more often than you think. Say goodbye to the puppy now, Laura. We can't leave poor Bernard too long or he'll drive Grandma barmy."

"Bye bye puppy."

Laura gave the puppy one last pat on the head before heading off after her mother. Virgil sighed, as he lifted the puppy off his leg to reveal the damp patch she had left behind.

"That's another thing we need. Puppy training pads."

"Next time we get those first."

Virgil placed the puppy back in the box, before pulling the best looking puppy food mix off the shelf and plonking it in the dog basket. Pushing the trolley after his brother Virgil sighed. Looking at the puppies in the trolley, he couldn't see how he could give them away. Yet could he really raise three puppies without it interfering with his duties? Virgil shook his head, trying to shake off the shock that he still felt about become a father this way.

#werepuppies #werevirgil #thunderbirds are go #virgil tracy #john tracy

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jisunwithtaeandkookie · 5 years

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Can You Keep A Secret? Pt.27

Summary : Your close friend Taehyung, shares a secret with you, a big secret: You have had a crush on Jimin for the past 6 years. But what he doesn't know is that you have done something bigger than that, something that could destroy many people's lives in seconds. That's a secret for you to keep. But something even bigger is floating in the air: what you have done could destroy BTS's friendship forever...but that's a secret even you don't know yourself.

Pairing : Reader × Jimin/Taehyung ft. Other Members

Genre : Angst/Humor

Words : ~2700

“Shijak...haebolkkayo?”

I looked at Jungkook, and then at the beer bottle that he was spinning in his hands. “I assume you're suggesting you will start the game?”

“I am the maknae, of course I will.” He shrugged.

I exhaled loudly, and then looked at him with narrowed eyes. Namjoon, who was sitting on the armchair on the side, pointed slowly towards me. “The...maknae, kook.” He said.

“Yeah, yeah, okay,” he huffed, “but I am starting.”

We all leaned forward towards the table around which we were all sitting to see Jungkook put the bottle on it and spin. It pointed towards Hoseok.

“Hobi, truth or dare?” I asked, to which he pouted, frowning and looking up as if in deep thought. “Hmm...dare.”

At once, my living room turned into a marketplace, with each person speaking louder than the other and no one's voice could be heard as we all started discussing the dare which we were gonna give him. We all huddled together, excluding Hoseok out of the circle.

“How about we ask him to eat something like...a spoonful of cinnamon?” Jin said, laughing to himself for some reason.

“It's called The Cinnamon Challenge.” The rest of us spoke together. “And pass,” Namjoon added, “that stuff could be really dangerous. You know, it could get stuck in your throat and cause friction which could actually lead to the oesophagus being-"

Jungkook made a snoring noise, faking a yawn. “-okay...I will stop.” Namjoon said, slumping his shoulders a little. I put my hand on his shoulder, giving him a reassuring smile, and he nodded, smiling a little.

“We could ask him to dance. That is a classic dare.” Yoongi suggested, and Jimin looked at him as if he would have smacked him in the head if Yoongi wasn't two years older than him. “Hyung...it is Hobi hyung. Daring him to dance is like daring you to sleep.”

“I don't see any problem with that.” Yoongi flashed a grin.

“Come on guys, at least take a look at who you are giving this dare to.” I said, and we all turned collectively towards Hoseok.

“Vroom vroom!!” He was busy riding his invisible motorbike, and when he saw us looking at him he stopped and waved enthusiastically towards us. “Hehe.” He giggled.

I looked back at everyone else. “I've got it.”

“How much longer do I have to stay here?” Hoseok's frantic voice came from inside my bedroom, and we laughed quietly, standing outside the door which was locked. “Just a little longer!!” Jungkook yelled.

“If you could tell me how many seconds there are going to be in that ‘just a little longer', it would be very nice of you!!”

“Nice one, Y/N-ah.” Jungkook said, putting his hand up for a high-five.

“It's really dark in here, guys!!”

I smirked naughtily, meeting my hand with him.

“I swear I saw something moving in the corner...let me out!!” He screamed, to which Yoongi snorted. “Don't worry Hoseok, I am sure it's nothing..it might just be a...doll.”

“D-doll?” He replied back, his voice low this time. “You mean to say that that moving thing is a doll???”

“Yeah, Hobi!” Jin said. “Or it might be just a little girl ghost.”

“Or a clown.” Jungkook chimed in.

“Or a zombie.” Namjoon added.

“AHHHH, LET ME OUT!!” He screeched. Everyone started laughing louder than before.

“Come on out, Hobi.” I said after I had stopped laughing. As soon as I opened the door, he darted out of there like a bullet train. We all laughed again.

“You okay, hyung?” Jungkook asked to a frantic looking Hoseok, who stood a few steps away from us, near the couch.

“Don't talk to me.” He said, pouting.

We all shrugged, and the game continued.

“Jimin, truth or dare?” I asked, when the bottle landed pointing in his direction.

He leaned forward, looking at everyone in the process. Jungkook looked at him impatiently, his eyes following Jimin's every move. Jimin smiled a little, as if he knew.

“Dare.”

“I dare you to sing a few lines for the one person you love the most in this room.” Namjoon said instantly, and Jungkook, who had opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by him, opened his mouth even wider. “Hyung!! I had something in mind!!”

Namjoon shrugged. Jimin kept his smile on his face. Jungkook looked frustrated for a second, and then he looked away.

I looked at Jimin, and then at Jungkook. Jungkook looked at Jimin, and then at me. Jimin, looked at Jungkook, and then at me, and then he looked towards the door....and then he turned back to look at Jungkook.

“Jungkook...I'm gonna sing for you.”

Jungkook looked Jungshook for a second. “Wait what now?”

Jimin looked deeply at Jungkook, smiling. “You make me begin...”

“Caught in a lie...” Jungkook cut him off.

The smile gradually faded away from Jimin's face as he looked at Jungkook, who looked at him with a serious expression. From what I could see, the expression seemed to be something like...anger.

Jimin looked away, gulping, and then he turned back. “Let's continue the game, shall we?” He said, a smile on his face.

That smile...again. Something was up. Something make-you-want-to-grab-him-by-the-shoulders-and-shake-it-out-of-him was up.

Jimin frowned at me, probably reading my expression, and I smiled to cover my feelings up. As I did so, a chill ran down my spine.

My smile felt just like his.

Are you hiding something, Jimin?

He stopped to scrutinize my face for a quick second before proceeding to give his attention to the bottle. Maybe he noticed the question on my face, maybe he didn't.

The bottle landed on Yoongi. “Dare.” He answered immediately.

“Wow.” Hoseok whispered reflexively.

I looked at Jungkook, who was looking down. Something had brought him down...only if I knew what it was. His face without a smile...wasn't something that I ever wanted to see.

“Kookie?”

“Hmm?” He looked up at me with an immediate smile. I felt that same chill run down my spine again : he was faking it as well. So, in conclusion, me, Jungkook, and Jimin were hiding something inside, and we wore a fake smile for cover.

Now that I looked around the room more clearly, everyone's smile seemed fake.

“You wanted to give a dare. Go ahead now.” I said, clearing my throat.

“Oh.” He seemed not very excited for a few seconds, and then his eyes lit up.

“Hyung, I dare you to go outside and stand there for a few minutes.”

Jimin, who was looking down all this time, snapped his head up in a quick motion. He looked at Jungkook with wide eyes, without saying anything : he wanted to convey something with his expression.

“I knew you would say that, because I was the one who told Y/N to lock the door because it was cold.” Yoongi sighed.

“Uh huh,” Jungkook said, a smile playing on his lips. “Go ahead, hyung.” He added, looking at Jimin rather than Yoongi. Jimin stared at Jungkook with an unfathomable expression for a few seconds, then returned back to his position, looking down. Only this time, he had his eyes closed, and his head in his hands.

Yoongi scrunched up his nose in distaste. “Two minutes.” He said. As he opened the door, a gust of cold wind came in, making us all shiver.

“Make that one.” He gulped.

“Two, hyung.” Jungkook said, pointing two fingers up.

“Ugh.” He grumbled as he stepped outside. Jin looked at the watch to count the time.

“Can I come inside yet?” Yoongi yelled from outside after a while.

“It’s only been one minute, Yoongi. One more.” Jin yelled back.

“Can you see anyone outside, hyung?” Jungkook asked. Jimin rolled his eyes, and I frowned a little.

“Uh...not really.” He replied back. “Oh, I see a girl coming this way...hi there!”

Curious, I craned my neck to look outside. A young girl stood outside in front of Yoongi..and he had just waved to him.

“Hi...uhm...” She looked sceptical for a second, then her eyes widened. “Oh my God..you look like Suga oppa..!!!”

“Yeah...hello!” I could hear the smile in his voice. “Pleasure meeting you too.”

The girl took a few steps back, excited. “Oh my God you are...!! Where is everyone else??” She said, ready to jump with excitement.

“Actually, they are all inside.”

Hoseok craned his neck to see what was going on as well. So did Jin.

“What? Really??? Daebak...!!” She gasped. “So...I can actually meet you all??”

“Yeah, if you would like to!!”

“Oh my goodness, I...” She almost squealed, then stopped. “Wait.”

Namjoon joined us in the peeking, while Jungkook and Jimin remained seated, looking down.

“It all seems fishy...” The girl trailed off, and then gasped.

“You are playing with me, aren't you?” She said, pointing at him with her eyes narrowed. “This is just a ruse to get me inside, isn't it?”

I saw Yoongi shrug, and I could tell that he was frowning too. I was amused as well at this sudden turn of events.

“I knew it!! Meeting BTS isn't that easy!” She laughed sarcastically, and crossed her arms. “Just because you look like him doesn't mean you are him, pretty boy.”

“I am...not...Min Yoongi?” He asked in a deadpan tone. I stifled a laugh.

“Pfft, why would Min Yoongi be standing alone in the street like this at this time of night?” She rolled her eyes. “Get a life.” She added, and walked away.

Him as well as we watched her walk away in what she may have thought of as pride, and Yoongi turned back to face us.

“What the heck just happened?”

Jin was the first one to burst into laughter, and we followed.

“Come inside, hyung, it's cold.” Jimin said after a long time. He, along with Jungkook, still chose to remain unaffected to the whole scuffle that had just happened.

Jungkook looked at Jimin without a smile on his face. “Yeah hyung, come inside!!” He yelled at the top of his voice, his words pointed towards outside the door.

Jimin scoffed. Jungkook looked at him, and yelled again.

"It's really cold, you know??"

“Enough, Jungkook, I get it!!” Jimin shouted, and the whole room suddenly fell silent. Yoongi stood at the doorstep, looking at us, while we also looked at each other.

“Jimin, what's up?” Jin asked in a low voice.

Jungkook, who was looking at Jimin, broke off his gaze and looked at the others. “Uhm...it's nothing much...hyung, come in, really, it's cold out there.” He smiled.

Again.

“Kook, can I talk to you for a second?” I said. It wasn't sitting well with me. Jimin was right in a sense : this was enough.

“Talk later.” Jimin said. “We are in the middle of a game.”

I almost frowned at his reaction, then composed myself. “Actually, I had to talk to you too, Jimin.”

“Do you want to talk to every one of us, Y/N?” Hoseok suggested.

“No, just the two-“

“How about we do it like this?” Hoseok didn't even let me finish before he started speaking. “The next person the bottle lands on will get some alone time with Y/N.”

“Like seven minutes in heaven?” Namjoon asked. “That would be a little extreme, wouldn't it?”

“Yeah, how about we make it less extreme?” Jin suggested. “Like the person has to propose to her.”

I facepalmed myself, while everyone else seemed to agree on the notion. “What if it lands on her though?” Jungkook raised his hand to ask the question.

“Then I will get to talk to whoever I want.” I said before anyone else could say anything else.

“Seems fair.” Hoseok shrugged. “Spin the bottle, not-Yoongi-hyung!”

Yoongi rolled his eyes as he stepped forward to sit down on his seat.

I looked at Jungkook for one more second, before turning my attention to Jimin. He seemed to be in his own world, but when he caught my gaze, he smiled, and told me to focus on the table with his eyes. Don't smile, I wanted to say. Please don't smile. I knew it sounded weird, and in normal situations, me as well as anyone else would not want to say this particular sentence to them at any cost. But this time, I meant it. I didn't want Jungkook to look at me with that smile which said I am showing you a fake love. I didn't want him to look at me with those eyes which said this expression you see on my face is like a house of cards. With Jimin, it was the same....I didn't want to look at his smile which covered the truth untold, nor at those eyes which seemed to feel like there was no tomorrow.

Y/N...please don't go.

Stop running away from me, Y/N!!

Y/N...you do know that I'm still here, right?

Date me, then.

I balled my hands into fists, so tight that the fingernails dug deep into my skin, damaging my palm as well as my mind, my soul, my sanity.

I need you, my mind screamed for someone. I need you to come and take me in your arms and never let go. I need you to hold my hand and pull me away from the crowd surrounding me. I need you to call me ‘good-for-nothing, why-are-you-even-my-friend, friend'. I need you to jump on my couch, singing old English songs in a loud voice. I need you to walk me home at night under the starry sky, with no one else around us. I need you to yell at me, tell me how much you care for me. I need to see you looking at me with those twinkling eyes of yours, with your smile...only for me. Even if it's fake...it won't matter at this point, because I need you.

Because my mind is making me listen to voices....voices other than yours, and I need you before I go crazy.

I looked up, and my eyes fell on Jungkook. The reality sunk in at that exact moment like an electric shock : I was sitting in my almost empty living room, spending my last night with my closest friends. There was no way I was getting any of my wishes completed in the 24 hours that I had left in this city. It was time to let go of what I needed and embrace what I had got.

I clenched my teeth as I focused on the spinning bottle in front of me. It seemed blurry; not because it was spinning rapidly, but because of the tears that were in my eyes which I was trying really hard to hold back.

“Let's see who gets to propose tonight.” Yoongi, who had spun the bottle, said excitedly, an expression which I was devoid of at the moment.

The bottle gradually slowed down, and as it did, we all saw that it was about to come to a stop in front of.....Jimin. I and Jimin shared a look, knowing what was coming next. Jungkook's eyes darted back and forth between us.

And just before it was about to stop, under a split second, he picked the bottle up and threw it away from the table.

“Jungkook!!” I and Jimin exclaimed at the same time. “Why did you do that?” I added.

Jungkook didn't reply. He kept looking pointedly at me, and then he looked down.

“Y/N...” I looked at Namjoon, who had called my name. He wasn't looking at me.

I followed his gaze, which led my eyes towards the door which had been open since Yoongi had come in and forgot to close it back. The bottle which Jungkook had blindly thrown away had gone towards the door, and instead of dropping down with a crash, had been caught by someone standing at the door....presumably in the middle of the process of entering.

By this time, everyone else had turned their gazes towards the door as well, and there was a calmness in the air.

I stood up, gulping slightly.

“Tae...” I said in a low voice. The tears I had been holding back broke free, and flowed warmly on my cheeks.

It seemed like it had been forever since I last saw you.

There he stood, looking at me. Quietly. There was a sadness in his eyes that I couldn't comprehend. There was something about the expression in them : something that was similar to the tears in mine.

The bottle rested in his hands, facing him.

Can You Keep A Secret? Pt.27

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