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seungkwansphd · 2 years

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fixer upper

pairing: minghao x reader wordcount: 9.5k summary: you love your friends dearly, but do they really think that they can match make for their resident matchmaker? minghao’s certainly interesting, though, so maybe you can fix him up with someone else instead. genre/themes: s2f2l. “beg” minghao. LOTS OF PLOT with eventual smut. slow and i mean SLOW burn. some member slander(affectionate), lol. set in the ‘we get along infamously’ universe.

a/n: i have nothing to say for myself regarding the length of this.

You tapped the bartop impatiently as you waited for your blind date to show up. You couldn’t believe that Danbi had roped you into this, but you had lost the game of darts fair and square. As a result, you were here waiting for a man named Minghao to show up. Part of you really wanted to skip out on this, because you just did not trust Danbi’s romantic sensibilities. She had dated a string of truly boring and strange people for months before you had finally set her up with Seungcheol. There was no way this Minghao was going to be anywhere near suited for you, but you were a person of your word, so you would do the date and be done with it.

“Hey, are you YN?” a voice called from above your left shoulder. You turned your head to see a tall, lanky individual with dark hair looking curiously at you.

“Yes, are you Minghao?” you sat up straight, fixing him with a smile. He wasn’t your usual type, physically, but you couldn’t deny he was handsome.

“Yes, nice to meet you,” he smiled, taking the barstool next to you.

“So how do you know Danbi?” you asked after he had ordered with the bartender.

“Ah, so,” Minghao looked almost sheepish, “I helped Jeonghan get together with the person he’s dating now. One of my close friends! And so I met Seungcheol and Danbi through Jeonghan.”

“Oh?” you calculated the degrees of separation quickly in your mind. “So you don’t really know Danbi at all, then!”

“Not well,” Minghao shook his head. “I was kind of surprised when Jeonghan told me that she wanted to set me up on a date.”

“I-,” you laughed, somehow relieved to find out that this hadn’t been any serious effort on your friend’s part. “Honestly, thank god! No offense to you, I obviously don’t know you, but Danbi historically has not impressed me with her taste in men.”

“No offense taken,” Minghao chuckled, bringing his cocktail to his lips for a quick sip. “So does that mean you’re the resident matchmaker in your friend group as well?”

“Very much so,” you nodded, “So I’m not sure exactly what Danbi thinks she’s up to, trying to take my title. In fact, I bet even I could set you up with someone better! And I don’t even know you at all!” you blustered.

“Oh really?” Minghao’s eyebrow raised. You were funny.

“What, you don’t believe me?” you furrowed your brows at him.

“I mean, no one is a better matchmaker than me, so my bar is pretty high,” he replied smugly. “I’ve only ever had one couple break up, and it was due to one of their jobs making them move away.”

“Out of how many?” you found yourself curious.

“...Eight?” Minghao had to tally in his mind quickly.

“Hah! That’s nothing!” you waved him off easily, “I’ve successfully set up eleven couples and none of them have broken up yet!”

Minghao smiled, amused by your bright and confident energy. While you clearly weren’t suited for him, he found himself wanting to beat you at your own game.

“Set me up then,” he invited confidently. “But I bet I can find you a match sooner than you can find one for me.”

“Oh?” you grinned at his gamelike proposal. Before you even knew it, the words came out of your mouth, “You’re on!”

Minghao laughed, shaking your hand enthusiastically. You spent the rest of your “date” exchanging phone numbers and excitedly reviewing each other’s basic likes and dislikes. Minghao wasn’t your type, but he certainly was interesting! He worked in HR for a tech company, had interests in art and fashion, and also had trained in mixed martial arts as a child? Quite a strange array of hobbies, but you were so going to win this thing!

…

“So, how did it go?” Minghao’s voice sounded slightly tinny through your headphones.

“Not good,” you were almost excited to report on how badly the date had gone. “I would rate your matchmaking skills like a 4 out of 10 right now!”

“Excuse me?” Minghao stopped in his tracks. Surely he had misheard you.

“Four. Out of ten.” you repeated yourself, grinning at the way you could tell he was surprised by your feedback.

“No, that can’t be right.”

“Allow me to elaborate,” you pressed on as you decided to take the long way home so you could regale Minghao with every last detail of why your date with Wonwoo had not been stellar. “First…could you have found someone more quiet or disinterested to have set me up with? You’d think I was trying to pull his teeth out!”

Minghao squeezed his eyes together. He and Wonwoo had built up their rapport over many years and he’d somehow forgotten just how tight-lipped his friend could be when meeting someone new.

“Also his only hobby seems to be gaming? I don’t know anything about that nor do I have an interest,” you continued. “Ah, it’s so nice out!” you commented as an aside while you pulled a pink bloom to your nose to inhale.

“Oh are you outside?” Minghao couldn’t help but ask.

“Yep, I’m walking home!” you nodded, “Oh I’m glad I took the long way! I forgot how much I like this park.”

“It is a nice day out,” Minghao looked out the glass panes of his office. He was painfully close to the end of his day and truth be told, he was excited to run out the clock with you on the phone. “So anyways, where are my four points coming from, because I haven’t heard anything positive yet.”

“Oh, well, I mean. I’m going to chalk that up to Wonwoo’s looks, really. He’s unbelievably handsome. Almost too handsome!” you threw your hands up in the air, drawing a few odd looks from other pedestrians.

Minghao laughed. It was true, Wonwoo was probably his most conventionally attractive friend, so it wasn’t a surprise to hear you say it too.

“Okay, so then…very cold on the personality traits, but very hot on the physical features. I can work off of that,” Minghao nodded, scanning through his mental roster of friends. Luckily, Wonwoo was probably the most introverted of them all, so it could only go upwards from here.

“Yep. Oh which! I have a candidate for you,” you clapped excitedly as you waited for the crosswalk to turn green. “My friend Yena!”

Minghao nodded contemplatively as you rattled off the list of compatible points that you saw for him and this Yena. He had his doubts, but he put your proposed date and time in his calendar. A deal was a deal.

“Okay, I’m almost home, so I’m going to hang up now! I’ll text Yena to confirm! Eee, I’m excited to hear what you think!”

“Okay, bye,” Minghao laughed, glancing at the clock again. It was officially quitting time, so he packed up his bag and headed out of the office. You’d been right, it was a beautiful day out, so he decided to switch up his commute as well. As he walked, he found himself wondering which park you had passed through on your way home.

…

[yn]: ‘sooooooo…………yena?!?!???!’

[minghao]: ‘6/10’

You narrowed your eyes in disbelief. Six out of ten?!

[yn]: ‘BE SO FUCKIN FR RIGHT NOW’

[minghao]: ‘no, I actually really liked her, but she said she doesn’t eat chinese food?! i can’t live like that’

What? Surely you had eaten Chinese food with Yena before, right? You racked your brain, but unfortunately came up empty handed. You had to admit, that was a big blind spot on your part.

[yn]: ‘.........i guess that has never come up before. my bad! i know that’s important to you’

[yn]: ‘i’m still up 2 tho! 6 against your 4.’

Minghao threw his head back to laugh. You were so competitive.

[yn]: ‘ok feedback on other qualities tho! plz & thank u’

Minghao waited, an amused smile on his lips, for your three dots to vanish before providing your requested feedback. As he had said, overall he had quite enjoyed meeting Yena. She had been a little quiet and shy at first, but had opened up quite a bit as the date went on. They shared an interest in art and had had quite a nice discussion before she revealed that she did not like Chinese food. Normally an aversion to specific food wouldn’t bother Minghao so much, but after moving, it was important for him to continue to engage with his culture and food was a major way in which he did that.

[yn]: ‘ok, got it, got it. that makes perfect sense’

A soft smile settled on his lips. Minghao was glad that you weren’t taking too much offense to his negative feedback. Part of him was glad that the date hadn’t gone that well and he was sure that it was just his competitive nature. It would have been humiliating for him if you had actually found him someone perfect on the first try.

[minghao]: ‘what are your plans for the weekend?’

[yn]: ‘theres a textile and apparel exhibit opening at the folk art museum that i wanted to check out’

[minghao]: ‘oh?? i was planning to go too! when are you going?’

You cocked your head curiously at your phone. That was weird. But you realized it would be very helpful to observe Minghao in the wild so as to do a better job choosing prospective dates for him. Then you could review your roster of candidates for him after the museum, so it could be a productive time! With a fluttery feeling in your chest, for whatever reason, you chose a meeting time to visit the museum with Minghao. Together.

…

You tapped your fisted hands against your hips as you scanned the crowds for Minghao. It had been a few weeks since you had first met him in person and you had an unreasonable worry that you’d forgotten what his face looked like. Glancing at your watch, you wondered if you had gotten the time wrong.

“YN!” a clear voice caught your attention.

“Ah, there you are!” your face cracked into a smile up at Minghao. “Ok, I’m glad I decided to dress up!” you exhaled with relief after taking in his outfit. He hadn’t been kidding when he’d said he was interested in fashion.

“This outfit is very cool,” he nodded approvingly, eyes raking over you. An unreasonable warmth spread across you at his assessment. You had spent longer than usual picking and re-picking necklaces to match the hardware on your boots. It was nice to see that it was appreciated.

“Thank you!” you beamed up at him, eyes creasing into semi-circles. “Now let’s go!” you gestured forcefully at the museum entrance.

“Okay, okay,” Minghao chuckled goodnaturedly, allowing you to lead the way.

“Holy fuck,” you breathed, hands fisted in excitement as you peered closely at the thread and beadwork on a contemporary bobbin lace exhibit. “Unreal.”

Minghao had to do a double take. Your mouth had fallen slightly open, enthralled, as you took in the detail and your eyes were as wide as saucers. You looked like a cartoon frog.

“You’ll catch a fly like that,” he teased, slipping two fingertips under your chin to snap your mouth shut.

You narrowed your eyes at him. If you’d learned one thing today, it was that Minghao was quite prone to teasing. It was a good thing that you had agreed to this museum trip after all, because otherwise your list of next candidates would’ve been wildly out of order.

“Do you want to see the other exhibits too? Or are you only interested in fiber arts?” Minghao asked, looking up from the museum layout map.

“No, I’m interested in all mediums!” you nodded at him. “I just think textile arts have been woefully excluded from the mainstream art world because, you know, misogyny,” you rolled your eyes theatrically at him as you followed his lead. “So I am particularly interested when museums put together exhibits like that!”

Minghao’s lips pinched slightly in amusement. He agreed with you, of course, but he found your animated enthusiasm in high contrast to the serious backdrop of the museum hall. He led the way to one of his favorite areas and you two passed the rest of the afternoon walking through the displays in contemplative quiet.

“I’m hungry,” you frowned as you left the museum.

“Me too,” Minghao grabbed at his midsection. “Let’s go find something to eat!”

“There’s a Chinese restaurant around here that I like! Let’s go there!” you suggested. Minghao nodded furiously, stomach grumbling insistently at him.

…

You glanced at your date out of the side of your eye as you wondered how rude it might be to just leave. While Joshua was certainly your physical type, all arms and chest, you quickly found out that the contents of his brain were just not for you. You weren’t religious at all and if he broke out into song, singing ‘Sunday Morning’ at or near you one more time, you might actually run away.

After going through the motions of saying goodbye, you pulled your phone out to dial Minghao as soon as you started walking home.

“Hello?” he answered, sounding slightly groggy.

“I need to understand your thought process with this one,” you shook your head in disbelief.

“Huh?” Minghao rubbed his eyes, pulling his phone away to check who had called. “Oh, hey! Sorry I just woke up.”

“Oh, did I wake you up?” you paused, “Shit, sorry! You didn’t have to answer me!”

“I didn’t know it was you! I also hadn’t meant to fall asleep,” Minghao chuckled and you heard some rustling of sheets in the background. “Sorry, what did you ask me again?”

“I need to know why you set me up with Joshua,” you frowned. “Do I give off a vibe that he’s my type?”

“Is he not?” Minghao wondered, “He’s more outgoing than Wonwoo, still handsome, and family oriented.”

“Okay, those things are true, but he’s also super religious, which I’m not. And I do not like to be sung at in public…or at all, I don’t think.”

“No, please,” Minghao started laughing, “Did he? I didn’t think he’d bring that out on a first date!” Minghao couldn’t stop laughing, practically kicking his feet in delight at the absurdity of it.

“Yeah, several times, in fact,” you rolled your eyes.

“Why are you so difficult to match for?” Minghao found himself asking. He was partially teasing, but also somewhat serious. People generally threw themselves at both Wonwoo and Joshua, so to hear you be so turned off by them was surprising and confusing.

“I’m not difficult! I think my expectations are more than reasonable,” you nodded firmly to yourself.

“Okay, elaborate on these expectations, please, because I’m clearly missing the mark.”

“Hm, well, okay. Someone funny and intelligent with a wide variety of interests or knowledge. Someone who would challenge me in ways that make me grow. Someone who also can understand that I should have my own endeavors and activities without feeling insecure. I dunno, someone who just gets me!”

“Very reasonable,” Minghao’s flat voice came back across the phone.

“It is reasonable!” you stamped your foot. You felt like he was teasing you again, but it was hard to tell over the phone.

“No, that’s helpful!” he clarified.

“Why are you asleep at 8pm anyways, you old man?” you suddenly remembered.

“Ugh, it was a long day,” he groaned into your ear, “I had to get to work early to prepare onboarding materials for new hires and then when I got home, I just passed out I guess.”

“Ah, well, do you want me to let you go? You should go back to sleep and catch up on yesterday.”

“No, I’m up now,” Minghao shook his head, reluctant to end the phone call. “Tell me about the restaurant, was the food at least good?”

You smiled, happy to stay on the line with him. The food had indeed been good and you described your meal and cocktails to him in vivid detail. You were now in your second month of knowing Minghao and your relationship had evolved into a tentatively comfortable friendship. Between all of the set up activities, you’d actually gotten to know him a bit and grown used to discussing and sharing other aspects of your lives. Minghao was definitely an introvert, but he was well balanced with an energy and enthusiasm that ensured you were never bored.

…

“Wait, I’m confused. You told me that the date with Minghao didn’t go well, but you’ve stayed in touch with him?” Danbi’s forehead wrinkled in confusion.

“What are you confused about? That’s exactly right,” you returned her confused look.

“Why would you stay in touch with someone you don’t like?”

“I never said I didn’t like him!” you shook your head, confused at her statement.

“You liked him, but the date didn’t go well? Why wouldn’t the date go well if you like him?”

“I can like him as a friend and not want to date him!”

Danbi narrowed her eyes at you. She didn’t think you were that petty, but it was almost as if you were purposefully maintaining a distance between yourself and Minghao just to spite her.

“So what do you two talk about?” she was curious.

“We’ve been setting each other up on dates! Supposedly he’s the friend group matchmaker, like me, but he’s pretty bad at it,” you chuckled, rolling your eyes. “But we talk about other things too! He likes art and fashion. We went to the textile exhibit opening a few weeks ago.”

Danbi shook her head; she was lost. Wasn’t that just a date? Luckily she knew you better than to prod too much further.

“Well that’s good! It’s always nice to make a new friend,” she smiled at you, “He should come to Soonyoung’s housewarming party next week!”

“Should he?”

“Yeah, of course! Jeonghan will be there and I think he invited a few of his coworkers too so see if Minghao wants to come!”

“Ah, I guess so,” you nodded, somehow nervous, “I’ll ask, but no promises.”

“Sure!” Danbi laughed, “Now let me show you some pictures of Doyun with Jeonghan and his new partner! Who you also have to meet!”

You giggled happily as Danbi flipped through her photos. Doyun had always looked more like Seungcheol as a baby, but now that he was getting older, he was taking on more and more of your friend’s features.

“Ah, he looks so much like you there! Ahhhh!” you shook your fists excitedly.

“He does look more like me recently, doesn’t he?” she beamed proudly at you.

For all the headache you had posed to her with this Minghao situation, she did love you and was grateful towards you for gently nudging her towards Seungcheol many years ago. You were very astute at reading others and as a result, she now had a wonderful husband and son. It had always interested and amused her that your insightfulness didn’t quite extend to yourself.

…

“Eeeee!” you and Soonyoung clapped your hands together excitedly after you’d sunk another ping pong ball into a plastic cup.

“Just perfect! Look at that technique! You duds don’t stand a chance!” he crowed, jeering at Seungcheol and Seokmin excitedly.

Danbi giggled excitedly at her husband’s rotten luck, to which Seungcheol pouted.

“Ya! Who are you even cheering for?!” he shouted playfully, leveling an accusing finger at his wife, inspiring another round of giggles.

“Me, of course! I can find her another husband, she can’t find another me!” you laughed, jumping up and down in delight at the way that Seungcheol fumed.

“You’re dead!” he furrowed his brows at you, “You’re so dead!” He made a show of stretching his neck and shoulders before taking his next shot at beer pong.

“Hah!” you shouted and shook Hoshi excitedly, collapsing into a puddle of laughter as Seungcheol’s ball ricocheted dramatically off of the rim and bounced anticlimactically across the ground. “Oh no, oh Cheol please I’m crying!” you hiccuped, wiping your eyes.

Minghao had slipped in quietly while you were taunting Seungcheol and he was shocked at the way you did it so loudly and unapologetically. He didn’t know Seungcheol quite that well yet, but he had been under the impression that he probably shouldn’t be messed with too much. A smile toyed at the corners of his mouth before he moved away to grab a beverage.

“You made it!” Danbi appeared at his side while he popped the cap off of a beer.

“Hi Danbi,” Hao smiled kindly at her. He had met Danbi through Jeonghan a while ago and for whatever reason, she had really taken a shine to him.

“Did you find the place alright?”

“Yes, YN’s instructions were very easy to follow.”

“Great! Let me know if there’s anyone here that you haven’t met yet, but I think you may know them all!”

Minghao nodded. Looking around the room, it did seem like he knew most of the attendees. Jeonghan and his girlfriend were flanked by a few of their other coworkers. By some miracle Seokmin and Seungcheol had both managed to find babysitters tonight, and so were able to attend with their wives, Hana and Danbi. Joshua was on another date, after he and YN had not managed to hit things off, so Jeonghan’s friend group was short just one of the usual count.

“Ha! Ha! Ha!” you laughed with Hoshi after winning yet another game of beer pong. You and he had been nearly undefeatable since college and it was nice to see that this hadn’t changed, even after he had moved away for a few years. “Oh pink?” you wondered aloud when you spotted Minghao chatting with Jeonghan over a beer.

“You’re here!” you interrupted their conversation easily, fingers itching to touch his pink hair. “Is this a fade out color?”

“Yes,” he laughed, “The murder scene every time I showered was starting to get old.”

“I can’t believe your hair hasn’t just fallen straight out of your head,” Jeonghan’s girlfriend shook her head with a laugh.

“Hah!” you laughed heartily, struggling to imagine Minghao bald.

“I’d love it if you didn’t curse me with this foul energy,” he rolled his eyes at all of you.

“Did you all see how I swept the floor with Seungcheol? Again?” you crowed excitedly to Jeonghan.

“Yes, yes, very good,” Jeonghan rolled his eyes at you. You were always such a braggart about pong.

“I can’t believe he lets you tease him like that,” Minghao gestured to Seungcheol incredulously.

“Ah, I’m a lovable scamp!” you shrugged, sticking your tongue out at your newest friend.

“That’s true,” Hao laughed, a soft smile crossing his face.

Jeonghan and his girlfriend both looked at Minghao with interest while your attention was pulled elsewhere. Danbi and Hana summoned you from across the room so you gave everyone a small wave before you left.

“So-,” Jeonghan opened his mouth to dig, but his girlfriend stopped him with a quick shake of her head. She knew Minghao would not respond to anything that direct, so it was best to meddle gently.

“What is it?” you asked once you were close enough to Danbi and Hana for them to hear you.

“We were wondering if Minghao had set you up on a successful date yet?” Hana asked, “If not, I actually met this kind of cool guy at the school yesterday.”

“Oh, no, not yet. I actually need to follow up with him on that,” you shook your head.

“Follow up? You’re being so project manager-y about this,” Hana laughed.

“I mean…it is a project that I’m managing,” you flushed, already knowing that you would say no to Hana’s proposed guy.

“Well, what do you think? He came to service the computers, so he works in IT. He’s tall, pretty broad, and has a very nice smile.”

“What’s his personality like?” you queried. It didn’t make any sense at all, but for whatever reason you felt guilty of the idea of being set by someone other than Minghao.

“I didn’t get to talk to him too much, but he seemed nice! He volunteers at an animal shelter.”

“Aww,” Danbi cooed excitedly.

“You’re going to make fun of me for saying this, but I don’t think I care,” you inhaled deeply before rejecting Danbi’s proposal. “It feels weird to think about going on a date with someone that Minghao doesn’t pick for me. So I kind of want to see how things play out with that?”

“I’m not going to make fun of you!” Danbi looked at you indignantly.

“I am!” Hana made a face at you, “You are so attached to him, like come on YN!” she gestured forcefully at you.

“Of course I’m attached to him, we’re friends!” you shrugged. “I’m attached to you doofuses too,” you gestured back with your palms up. Hana and Danbi laughed. Your love language was, indeed, teasing and they’d grown used to it long ago. You were watching them whisper to each other suspiciously before Danbi jutted her chin out, pointing at something behind you.

“Oh, JESUS!” you jumped after realizing Minghao was standing behind you. “Snuck up on me, fuckin’ hell,” you mumbled curses as you put a few paces between him and yourself.

“Let’s go play beer pong. Apparently you’re unstoppable and I need to witness this for myself,” he smirked, giving you a disbelieving once over.

“Don’t…,” you found yourself shivering under his gaze, “Look at me like that! I will win,” you let yourself think that you had recovered smoothly.

With each ball that Minghao sank into your cups, you stood up just a little straighter and your expression grew just a little more baffled. You’d never been in such a closely matched game of pong before and, honestly, you didn’t care for it.

“Hey, let’s make this more interesting,” Minghao spoke up when you were each down to one cup. You raised an eyebrow at him, gesturing for him to proceed with his idea. “If I win, I take you out on a date.”

“I-,” you choked, heart clogging your throat momentarily. “What?”

“For research purposes,” he clarified, triple checking his foot placement as he squared up his aim. “You can give me feedback and that’ll help me better tailor my matches for you in the future.” He launched the ball into the air and it sailed into your final cup easily.

“I-, wait,” you stuttered, partially in disbelief over your loss and partially for a reason that you weren’t able to identify yet. Your mouth opened and closed a few times before you could accept it.

“What, are you scared?” Minghao stepped towards you. He felt a perverse joy in the way you were reacting to his win. Something about seeing you flounder tickled his brain very specifically.

“You lost fair and square!” Soonyoung waved you off to make room for the next players.

“What exactly would I be scared of?” you blustered as Minghao herded you away from the table. “A date with you?”

“Scared you’ll like it,” he laughed, peering down at you, stepping into your personal space just slightly.

“Hah!” you let out a honking laugh. That was absurd, right? “Fine, take me out on our little date. I’m sure I’ll have plenty of feedback.”

“Great,” he grinned at you, patting you on the head condescendingly.

You were baffled. You could tell you were blushing and you weren’t really sure if you could just blame it on the beer pong loss. You snuck a glance at Minghao, whose attention was back on the party, watching Soonyoung trounce Seokmin quite soundly. He was right, you were terrified for this date.

…

“Ugh you look so cute!” Hana squealed excitedly, “It’s such a shame it’s just for a practice run!”

You chuckled. Sure, it was true that this date with Minghao was just for research purposes, but it hadn’t stopped you from thinking of it as if it were real.

‘wear a dress or skirt. something short or unrestricted at the bottom and shoes you can move in’ was all of the instruction that Minghao had given you.

“Maybe he’s taking you dancing?” Hana wondered aloud. “It’s kinda romantic that he’s keeping everything a surprise!”

“So romantic,” you parroted at her sarcastically.

You didn’t know why, but you felt quite nervous about this one. You had been on more than your fair share of first dates recently, so it really didn’t make sense to feel this way about the fake one. Probably just because everything was a surprise.

“Ya! Why am I nervous!?” you jumped up and down aggressively, shouting at yourself.

Hana shrugged, even though she knew the answer. Best to let you come to your own epiphany. She fretted and cooed the appropriate amount as she helped you finish your makeup and hair. You were satisfied when you looked in the mirror, but that didn’t make your armpits any less sweaty. Thank god for prescription grade antiperspirant.

“Ready?” Minghao greeted you at your door with a bouquet of flowers around half an hour later.

“I think,” you eyed him suspiciously, still irked that he hadn’t spilled a single clue about your activities.

“Put these in water so we can go!” he thrust the bouquet at you impatiently.

“Okay, okay,” you muttered. You scanned the blooms quickly and were pleased and surprised that all of them were cat safe. He’d remembered. You grabbed an empty jar and plunked the stems into it before returning to Minghao. “Is this outfit acceptable?” you paused to check, turning in a full circle so he could inspect.

“Yes,” he nodded, eyes full of something you couldn’t quite place, but it vanished just as quickly. “Now let’s go! We need to be on time.”

Minghao shepherded you into the car and drove towards your destination. You were, strangely, at a loss for words and so spent the time inspecting his car and marveled at how clean it was. Usually you couldn’t stop yourself from babbling about nonsense at him, but this simulated date seemed to have rendered you speechless. As he pulled into the parking lot, your eyes lit up reading the sign.

“Hana was right!” you grinned at him triumphantly. “It is dancing!”

“Yes,” he chuckled at your expression. It wasn’t like you were the one who had guessed right, but he’d never know that with the way you beamed at him. “Intro to Rumba! I thought it’d be fun to try something new together.”

“Rumba?” you thought hard. You weren’t well versed in ballroom dance styles, but the name rang a bell. You had definitely seen it on a ‘Something-est Things To Do With Your Partner’ kind of list. “I don’t know how to dance,” you whispered to Minghao as the other students filtered into the class.

“That’s why it’s fun,” he grinned down at you.

After beating you at beer pong last week, Minghao had been itching to get the upper hand on you again. While he wasn’t very skilled at ballroom, he did have some dance experience from his past. Rumba was also fairly sensual in nature and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t looking forward to watching you squirm and be flustered over it.

With your hands tucked behind your back, you watched intently as the instructors demonstrated the short routine that you would work on during class. You did your best to keep your cool, but you felt like everyone probably heard the sound of your loud gulp as you registered just how close together you would be with Minghao. There was probably technically some distance between the instructors, but not that you could see with the naked eye.

Minghao blinked a few times as he watched the demo with you. This was closer quarters than any other style of dance he had ever tried before and he wondered if he had made a mistake.

“Okay, right hand to left hand. Leading partner’s right hand on the following partner’s waist. Following partner’s left hand resting gently at the back of the leading partner’s neck,” the instructions came.

“Okay, right hand here, left hand here,” you muttered to yourself as Minghao clasped his left hand into your right and you hooked your left hand around the back of his neck. You managed to follow the first set of steps without tripping over yourself too spectacularly, but the next combination threw you for quite the loop.

“So now comes a sexy part,” the instructors grinned mischievously, “Leading is going to spin the following out and then pull them back in to face them. And then following partner is going to drop in a slow and sexy wiggle, their hand trailing down the leading partner’s chest.

Oh. Your lips pursed as your mind painted the mental picture of what that would look like. You resisted the urge to glance furtively at Minghao, pink rising in your cheeks.

Next to you, Minghao blinked. Once, twice, and then one more time for good measure. He had been so busy considering how this class might affect you that he hadn’t even thought of himself. The idea of you trailing your fingertips down the centerline of his chest made him want to shake his head furiously.

“Five, six, seven, eight!” The rapid counts snapped both of you out of your thoughts. “Spin out!”

You held onto Minghao’s fingers tightly as you spun away from him.

“Fancy arm!”

You flung your arm out theatrically and were inordinately pleased to make Minghao laugh.

“Now tuck your arm as you spin back in!” the instructions continued.

You bit your lip to keep from laughing before you brought your arm back to your center and spun into Minghao’s chest. Slowly, your hips drew figure eights as you worked your way down into a squat and your eyes followed your hand’s slow trail down his chest. Like watching a train wreck.

Minghao looked to the instructors for the next directions, desperate to be not looking at you. He wanted to groan. Even in this wordless touch, you were mischievous, not drawing straight down, but rather trailing a wavy line, timed with the movement of your hips on the way down.

“Now leading partner, you are going to pull them back up! Forceful! Dramatic! What are they doing down there? They’re up to no good!”

You had wanted to laugh, but when Minghao dragged you back up to your feet and looked deeply into your eyes…all of that went out the window. For a moment, the directions barked by the instructors faded into the background and all you could hear was a soft buzzing in your ears as you held his gaze.

“Very good, very good you two!” the instructors clapped excitedly as they walked towards you. “Tension! Eye contact! That’s what the rumba is all about, excellent!”

“Thank you!” You almost shouted. You were so excited to be able to rip your eyes away from Minghao that you plastered a wide grin across your face and gave an awkward thumbs up to the whole class.

“How do you do this dance without falling in love with each other?” another student wondered aloud.

“You don’t!” the instructor replied with a laugh. “Every so often you get a pair that falls in love and gets married, but in general you break up but you keep dancing together because you have good physical chemistry.”

“Yikes.” you turned to Minghao with a bemused look on your face. You were relieved to see that the tension seemed to have dissipated and he found your instructor’s comments as strange as you did. The rest of the class passed with relative ease, but the feel of his fingers resting at your waist and nipping into your hips certainly lingered longer than was ideal.

“What’d you think?” Minghao asked as he started driving to the next destination.

“That was fun,” you nodded after some consideration. “Definitely out of the box and a new experience for me. Also a very good way to gauge physical chemistry. Honestly a very good early date activity. Ten out of ten.”

He preened under your compliment. You wondered what your next activity would be, but knew that asking would get you nowhere, so you tried to fill your brain with other thoughts. After a while, you ran out of things to think about and your eyes decided to regard Minghao as he drove. His right hand lingered at the gearshift, fingers tapping every so often as his eyes stayed glued to the road. You shifted in your seat as you watched the tendons of his forearms flex in a very distracting way. The way he looked when he was focused was…unfortunately attractive.

Minghao could feel your eyes on him as he drove. He struggled to keep his attention on the road as his mind played back snippets from class. Namely, the moment when he had pulled you back up to your feet and locked eyes with you for just a little too long. Your eyes had widened and your lips had parted just slightly as you gazed back up at him and rational thought had almost left him completely.

“No, Minghao! Really?!” you squealed excitedly as he pulled into the parking lot of the botanical garden. “You remembered!”

“Of course,” he nodded, parking the car. You had mentioned the Poisonous Plants special exhibit off-handedly a few weeks ago and he had filed it away in his brain. He liked the botanical garden too.

“Look how beautiful!” you gasped as you looked at the Atropa belladonna, or Deadly Nightshade. “I can’t believe a flower this beautiful is also poison! Isn’t that cool? Such a good name too.”

Minghao chuckled. You were making your little frog face again. He didn’t know if he thought of poison as cool, but he enjoyed seeing your excitement over such a morbid topic. The expression you made when you were enthralled by something was painfully endearing to him.

“Thank you for bringing me here,” you wrapped your arms around him excitedly as you headed towards the exit archway of the garden.

“You’re welcome,” Minghao was surprised by your sudden physical affection. “You’re such a nerd, I’m glad you had a good time,” he teased as his arms folded around your waist naturally.

You wrinkled your nose at him playfully. You couldn’t help the slight hitch in your breath before you pulled away, looping your arm in his happily as you walked through the other areas of the garden. This closeness grew less and less foreign as the day went on and was directly correlated to your concern for your own sanity.

…

“So…what do you think?” Minghao inquired after you had settled in at your table at a rooftop restaurant and bar. He really enjoyed the ambiance here and thought you’d enjoy the food as well.

“Of?” you replied blankly, having been busy reading over the menu.

“Our date?” his brows creased together, he had not been expecting that response.

“Oh! Good! Really good, actually,” you nodded, trying to speak of it in a detached way. “You did a really good job picking activities and this restaurant. This menu is so interesting! But at the same time, I feel like you are at an unfair advantage because you know me pretty well by now. I don’t think this is a reasonable expectation to have for a first blind date. I also probably wouldn’t agree to so many things in one day with them, because what if we didn’t hit it off? Also wouldn’t let them drive me because what if they’re a murderer?”

“You think I’d set you up with a murderer?”

“You never know,” you shook your finger at him playfully, “People are full of surprises, unfortunately.”

Minghao watched you as you watched the sunset. He agreed with you, this had been a really good date. For whatever reason, you had leaned into the physical affection at the botanical garden and it had made his brain go haywire. He found that he not only didn’t want this date to end, but he wanted a second and a third (maybe to infinity) with you. He wanted to watch you try really hard at things that you had never done before and wanted to watch you make your little cartoon frog face when you were delighted by something.

“What?” you asked, turning back to meet Minghao’s lingering gaze.

“Nothing. I’m just having a really great time with you today,” he smiled back.

Your smile faltered as your heart pounded. You searched his face for some hint that he was teasing you, like usual, but it wasn’t there.

“Minghao!” an excited voice pulled your attention away suddenly. You turned to see two men, one tall and muscular and the other slighter and shorter.

“Mingyu, Jae,” Minghao waved at them easily, “Coworkers,” he explained to you as they approached. “This is YN.”

“Oh, are you on a date?” the taller man’s eyes flitted between you and Minghao, slowly coming to a realization.

“Wait no. YN. No, they’re not dating!” the other man interjected as he connected his brain cells, “Jeonghan told me about this! You two have been setting each other up on dates, right? Or something like that?”

“That’s right,” you laughed, “So sorry, who’s Mingyu and who’s Jae?”

“Ah, sorry, yes,” Minghao chuckled, “Mingyu and Jae,” he gestured towards them respectively.

“Nice to meet you,” you smiled, unable to help the way your eyes raked over Mingyu. He was your exact physical type and his eyes sparkled obviously at you when he talked.

“Well, we’ll get out of your hair! We were on our way out,” Jae nodded at you after not too long.

“I hope to see you again sometime,” Mingyu smiled at you, leaning down for another handshake before they left. Minghao bristled.

“Him,” you turned to Minghao, oblivious to his irritation. “Set me up with him, he’s my exact type!”

“Mingyu?” Minghao’s nose wrinkled slightly. “You don’t even know him.”

“He’s so hot though,” you exhaled theatrically, not really caring what his personality was like when he had a body like that. “That’s what a blind date is for, right? Blind to the red flags that I don’t want to see.”

Minghao scoffed at your absurdity. On the one hand, Mingyu was a perfectly nice guy. Maybe too eager and bubbly for you, but he trusted that he could treat you well. On the other hand, he had just been grappling with the idea of wanting you for himself, so the two sides of his brains clashed violently and he really had no explanation for the next word that left his mouth.

“Beg.”

“Excuse me?” you must have misheard him.

“Beg me. And I’ll set you up with him,” he leaned back, smirk playing across his lips as he teased you mercilessly.

“P-please?” you stuttered, thighs pressing together inexplicably at the look on his face.

“Cuter,” he goaded you, tongue tracing across his lips as the flush rose in your cheeks. Your heart threatened to stop.

“Hao, please?” your eyes became doe-like and your lower lip pouted out just slightly. You didn’t even know why you were humoring him, you’d never let a man make you beg for anything before.

“There, see? That wasn’t so hard,” he sat back up, clearing his throat slightly as he glanced away. “I’ll set it up,” he nodded, heart sinking in his chest.

“Great,” you smiled, chest feeling tight. Your heart was racing.

…

You found yourself perplexed and kicking a small pebble down the sidewalk after your date with Mingyu. It wasn’t that it had gone poorly, no in fact just the opposite. You were surprised that he had even been available to be set up because he was, on paper, perfect. He was funny, sweet, eager and all in that body? It was simply unfair.

No, the thing that you were confused and frustrated about was that you didn’t really want to go on another date with him. For whatever reason, the only feeling you could muster for him was a lukewarm fondness and it really made you mad. Typically, you would call Minghao to debrief, but you were mad at him too! Your date with him last week was the reason the bar was so unreasonably high now, after all.

“Damn,” you sighed to yourself as you gave the poor pebble another swift kick.

…

Minghao glanced at his phone, irritated to see that you still hadn’t messaged him with any updates. Dinner had to be over by now, right? Normally you at least snuck away to text him from the bathroom, so for his phone to be this dry could only be a sign that the date had gone well. Probably too well.

[mingyu]: ‘dude! YN is wonderful! thank you for setting this up!’

[hao]: ‘ah, so it went well?’

[mingyu]: ‘i think so! she’s cool as hell man’

[mingyu]: ‘she makes such a cute face when she gets excited’

Minghao saw red for a moment. The intensity of his jealousy caught him by surprise and he had to reign himself in before he replied to Mingyu’s text.

[hao]: ‘yeah, i like her too, lol’

Minghao threw his phone onto the sofa. Stupid idiot.

…

[hao]: ‘are you ever going to admit defeat or are you going to just ignore me forever?’

You had been doom scrolling in bed when his text appeared and before you knew it, you were calling him.

“Hey,” his voice was soft when he picked up. The way his heart had jumped when he’d seen your incoming call was unreasonable.

“Hi,” you greeted him, your voice sounded small.

“So…,” Minghao waffled. He didn’t really want to talk about Mingyu, but he wasn’t really sure what else to talk to you about. “Mingyu said he liked you.”

“Oh, did he?” you chuckled, “He seems like the type of person that likes everyone.”

Hao laughed because you weren’t wrong.

“It went well, though, right?” He wished that, like all the other dates, this one had been a dud too.

“It was okay,” you shrugged, “I don’t see myself going on another date with him though, to be honest. He’s a little too…I don’t know?” you trailed off trying to explain.

“Oh?” Minghao’s voice piqued with interest, “Well I’m starting to run out of friends,” he joked.

“I don’t think I want you to set me up with any more of your friends,” you sighed. “No more first dates for a while, I think.”

Minghao froze as he saw his opening. He knew he would forever be kicking himself if he didn’t take the shot now.

“Are you home?”

“Yes?”

“Okay, I’m in the middle of errands, but I’ll be there in ten. I have to ask you something in person.”

“Oh okay.”

Minghao didn’t leave much more room for discussion as he hung up and turned the car around, driving towards your place. You checked your appearance nervously as you waited.

[hao]: ‘here’

Your pulse pounded in your ears as you opened the door for him, more nervous now than you had been for your date.

“Hi,” he greeted you from under a black baseball cap. It was annoying how he looked so good in it. “Can I come in?”

“No,” you joked as you opened the door for him.

“So no more first dates, does that mean you’re officially tapping out of our game?” he asked, looking down at you.

“N-,” your instinct was to push back, but he was right this time. “I mean, yes, I guess so. I’m tired of this meeting people business, I just want to spend time with people that I already like.”

“Would that include me?” he grinned, stepping towards you and until you backed into the kitchen counter.

“I-, I have mixed feelings about you,” you answered honestly, unable to meet his gaze.

“Can I take you out on a second date?” he ducked his head towards yours, hands coming to rest at your hips.

“I-,” you squeezed your eyelids together. In the past you would’ve panicked, but this closeness was now familiar to you and you only wanted to sink into it further. “Maybe you should beg this ti-,” you raised your brows, flicking your eyes mischievously to his.

“Ah!” Minghao cut you off sternly. “I’d think twice about that.”

“But-,” you couldn’t help yourself.

He cut you off with a firm grip at the base of your throat. His longer fingers tapped against the side of your neck as he regarded you sternly. “Will you behave?”

You knew you should say yes. Part of you might have even wanted to say yes, but you were you to your core. “Maybe.”

“We’ll just have to see, won’t we?” he teased you in a sing-songy voice. “Where’s your bedroom?”

“There,” you pointed to a door towards your right. Without so much as a warning, you found yourself being hauled and plunked onto the edge of your bed.

“You have been driving me crazy for months, so let’s see if I can return the favor,” he looked down at you, tongue poking in his cheek.

“Months?” you wondered, thighs squeezing together nervously.

“Yes, months,” Minghao reached out and patted you on the cheek condescendingly. “So picky and difficult about every single person that I set you up with. Were you doing it on purpose or did you really not notice?”

“Not on purpose! They just…,” you trailed off sheepishly.

“What’s that? Speak up.”

“They sucked cause you’re bad at picking,” you squinted at him defiantly. You hated that you loved the way he was treating you.

“Try again?” he grabbed you around the jaw, his fingertips pressing your lips into an unflattering fish face. You could see in his eyes that he wouldn’t humor you for much longer.

“They weren’t you,” came your muffled reply, your lips moving in an exaggerated manner between his long fingers.

“One more time?” Minghao’s eyes danced at you, fingers relinquishing their grip. He wanted to hear it again, clearly.

“They weren’t you!” you replied, sickeningly sweetly eyes creasing into sarcastic half moons as you smiled at him.

“Tch,” he scoffed, pushing you back onto the bed and climbing over you. “You are so difficult,” he shook his head as his eyes raked across you, admiring your shape. “You’re lucky I like you.”

You let out a simpering sigh as his lips nibbled from just behind your earlobe down to your collarbone. His teeth nipped roughly as his fingertips trailed from your knee to your hip and gripped tightly.

“Hao,” you sighed, “Kiss me?”

“Hmm, do you deserve that?” he rebutted, pulling back to look in your eyes.

“Please?” you pouted, tugging at the front of his shirt. “I’ll be good.”

“Somehow I don’t believe you,” he laughed, his lips grazing yours.

“Minghao, please,” you insisted and he indulged you.

Minghao brought his lips to yours, kissing you thoroughly. His hands kneaded possessively at your hip as you nipped at his lips. Your kisses were peppered with soft moans and exaltations.

“You make such desperate sounds,” he teased appreciatively. You flushed at his description, but he wasn’t wrong. “Lay back and let me appreciate you,” he pressed a kiss to your temple before helping you undress completely.

Starting at the bottom of the bed, he trailed soft, plush kisses from your ankles to your knees and then from your knees to your hips. He nipped, bit, and sucked his way up your inner thighs until you were glistening and slick for him. His fingers pried your legs apart, allowing him to taste you for the first time.

“Hao!” your thighs closed instinctively around his ears as he lapped long, leisurely strokes with his tongue. You heard him chuckle as he gripped above your knees, holding you open for him. He teased you with his hot breath, enjoying watching you shift and writhe, just for him.

“So gorgeous,” he rested his cheek against your thigh for a moment, enjoying the way your chest heaved with shallow breaths as you came down from the edge for the second time.

“Ming-hao!” you squealed as he brought his lips back around your clit, sucking with a torturous pressure. “I-, I-, I,” you malfunctioned, hand gripping his hair tightly as you came hard against his lips.

“Very good,” he grinned up at you, his lips and chin glossy with your slick. “Can I finger you now?”

“I mean, yes?” you laughed nervously, a little concerned at what his hands would be able to achieve after experiencing his mouth alone.

“Don’t cum until I say so,” he directed as his fingertips slid through your wet folds. “You are so wet,” he commented offhandedly as he pressed two fingers in a v-shape against you, squeezing around your swollen clit. Your mouth formed a silent ‘o’ shape as he ground his fingers against you, avoiding direct contact where you wanted it most.

“Hao,” you cried, hand resting around his wrist as you squirmed helplessly under him. “Why are you torturing me?!”

Minghao paused for a moment. He supposed he was going a bit more out of his way to undo you than was typical for him. It wasn’t fair, but his pent up jealousy was manifesting and you were there to pay the price.

“Are you telling me you don’t like it?” he asked, cocking his head at you.

“Well, no,” you blushed, sinking into the pillow shyly.

“Then let me torture you a bit, sweetheart,” he grinned sweetly at you, fingers pinching together firmly around your clit again. “You’re so incredibly wet, just for me?” he marveled rhetorically as he slid two fingers into you, parting your wet, warm walls.

“Yes,” you nodded, pressing your hips up to meet him. You rolled your hips, desperate for as much as he would give. “More,” you begged until he added a third finger, stretching you slightly.

“Look at you,” Hao cooed appreciatively, nipping at your upper thigh as he stroked his fingers in and out of your deeply. The scrape of his teeth oversensitized you suddenly and you became a whimpering, desperate mess quickly.

“Hao, please, darling,” you clutched at him urgently, “I need, please let me cum!”

“Cum for me, darling,” he cooed the pet name back at you as he kept up the pace until you had collapsed into a pile of mush for him. “So good,” he praised you, pressing soft kisses along your jaw as you recomposed yourself.

“Blurple?” you asked, now that you had the presence of mind to register his hair color. “This is pretty,” you grinned, running your fingers through the colorful strands.

“You’re pretty,” he nuzzled you gently, fingertips trailing across the underside of your breasts.

“Oh,” you flushed.

“You are.”

“You are…wearing too many clothes,” you observed impishly, fingers tugging at his waistband. He laughed as he helped you shrug off his layers.

“How would you like me?”

Minghao visibly thought as he slipped on a condom. “You would look absolutely gorgeous on top of me, riding me,” he smiled.

You flushed, grinning at his flowery praise as you straddled his hips, grinding yourself along his length. Your hands splayed across his chest and you took a moment to admire his lithe physique. “So handsome,” you whispered before lowering yourself onto him slowly.

“Fuck,” he hissed as you took him in completely. The tendons in his neck were taut as you drew back up and back down.

“You feel good, Hao,” you breathed, holding onto him for support as your hips found a comfortable rhythm. Each stroke, each intrusion made you shudder with pleasure and the wet sounds were joined by your soft moans and Minghao’s tense hisses.

“You feel incredible, petal,” he grabbed you tightly around the ribcage, bringing you down on him with slightly more force. You faltered at the additional impact.

“I’m so close,” you leaned forward, looking directly into Minghao’s eyes. Nodding, he gripped your hips, grinding your clit against his pubic crest as he bucked up, deeply, into you.

“Come with me, YN,” he coaxed breathlessly. The way he purred your name undid you. An anguished wail left your lips as you clenched around him, triggering his release as well.

“So did I earn a second date?” Minghao teased as he folded you into his chest, cuddling you closely.

“I think you might have,” you grinned up at him, pressing a soft kiss to his nose.

“Danbi is going to be happy when she finds out about this,” Minghao chuckled into your hair.

“Oh we’re never going to hear the end of it,” you moaned. “Maybe let’s no-”

“Ah,” he reached to press your jaw shut and you stilled. You delighted at this subtle, domineering action. Quite a match indeed.

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⊱☆⊰ female nanamin ?!

synopsis — dating THE nanami kento’s younger sister. (WC: erm..) pairing — gojo satoru x nanami!reader warnings — not proofread, fluff, typos, whipped satoru, switched between you/your to she/her (im just indecisive) , maybe more im missing. a/n — nanami :heartbroken: i thought of this idea and i’d thought it’d be funny because nanami is DEF a protective older brother i mean look at the way he beat tf out of haruta…just sayingg~ this lwk shit but i was bored

gojo satoru the strongest sorcerer in the world was here at jujutsu tech following you around like a lost puppy,

“ satoru go away” you groaned fasting your walking pace of course it was no as the long legged man studded. “ no you haven’t paid attention to me ” he whined grabbing your hand pulling you closer to him,

“ you know damn well we could get caught. ” your eyes wondered the empty halls looking for anyone or everyone who could pass by

“ but isn’t that the fun part? getting caught? ” he smiled stuffing his face in the crook of your neck, “ mhm, fun until kento catches you ” your hand snakes up to his hair combing through it,

“ he’s never caught me. ” he sounded so proud, “ you’re such a liar. remember that one time… ”

(flashback in the spongebob voice)

“ please just once kiss come on, ” gojo begged circling around you annoyingly, your shoulders tended up. “ shut up gojo! ” you hushed him pushing,

“ just one please just oneee~ ” his whines only got whiner and whiner. covering your ears ignoring the whiney unkissed man “ la la la i cant hear youu~ ” marching toward you made a b-line to your classroom ducking and dodging the man’s attempt.

your classroom door was in sight but the man child following you grabbed you pining you againts the wall, pulling your hands down from your covered ears “ now that was just mean yn, why’d you do that broke my heart ” he dramatically sighed stuffing his face into the crook of your neck placing small kisses,

it brought him comfort. the perfume you had sprayed on earlier was his favorite scent of yours. a grin formed onto his lips biting down on your neck. your eyes popped wide pushing him off you “ satoru stop..who knows ” you pulled on his ear, “ you’re being dramatic he won’t find out ” that cocky grin still was drawn out on his face

“ who wont find out? ” kento pushed the door open from inside your classroom. its like satori’s soul left his body when kento walked out the classroom. he was right there his ass would’ve been dead if he walked out earlier “ gojo was messing around with your extra pair of glasses and broke them! ” you had randomly blurted out. it wasn’t half a lie he had in fact broke kento’s glasses a while ago..

kento glared at the white haired man who’s ear was turning red from you tanking it, “ you blindfolded dumbass. ” kento cursed walking up to satoru, you had let go of his ear gesturing to kento he was all his

(end of flashback in spongebob voice)

“ yeah that was your fault we almost got caught. ” you snickered at him placing your hand on his back rubbing it in circles, “ it wasn’t my fault, well it was. but you completely snitched on me !! ”

“ well it’s called saving my ass from the destruction you caused, ” your voice was so sickeningly sweet it was tooth rotting. “ still wasn’t my fault you got us caught.” he denied again refusing to believe he was the problem

“ nope you almost got us caught. ” you popped the p on nope, “ you were ignoring me and not giving me a kiss i so deserved. ” he moved his face that was stuffed comfortably in the crook of your neck to look at you

“i guess…BUT it was only once see! ” an annoying smile plastered on his face, moving your hand from out of his hair you mentally face palmed “ satoru it happened twice. you’re forgetting the time we were training. ”

(flashback in spongebob voice)

you had already been training with your 2nd years maki was on the verge of beating your ass, that girl was something else. you didn’t feel the need to use your cursed technique against maki, you weren’t the strongest in the combat department but you could definitely hold your own,

sweat was dripping down both of your foreheads a tired exhausted look washed along maki’s face, “ is maki getting tired?~ ” you teased making maki scowl. kicking your leg up to maki’s head which she effortlessly blocked. you ended up doing a 1 2 combo making her lose her balance,

you were so in the zone when you didn’t even notice gojo being your own personal cheerleader until maki pointed it out. your eyes bored into gojos with his white frilly holographic pom poms, he traded the blindfold for the glasses today.

“ go yn ! go yn ! go go ” he cheered causing a small flood of pink to wash over your cheeks, “ i hate this guy. . ” you made your way over to him snatching one of his pom poms, “ you like them? ” he asked shaking the one pom pom he had around like a cheerleader, “ they remind me of you sadly”

“ what do you mean sadly?! ” he huffed like a little boy not getting ice cream, “ it’s supposed to be a good thing ”, he started poking you like crazy. he definitely wanted to get on your nerves today.

you slapped the back of his head, thankfully his infinity was disabled giving you a nice clean hit to his newly shaved undercut, “ i hate you, so annoying ” you groaned planning on walking towards maki who was chatting away with nobara,

“ that’s obviously not what you told me last night,” he said outloud for only you to here “we can always recreate it again..in case you forgot” your eyes widen blush spreading all across your cheeks like a wildfire

“ you. you. YOU. ” lost for absolutely words you grabbed his collar shaking him, “ aw you love me so much you want to kiss me ” he laughed,

“ you love me so much that you want to tell kento—” he acted so cheekily he was about to expose the relationship without the slightest ideas. “ tell me what?” kento held a tight grip onto satoru’s shoulder, it’s as if satoru saw a ghost

“ th- that you have a lovely sister, she’s so lovely and strong” he turned his head slowly looking at kento who’s face was covered in shadow. expression unrecognizable. there was an undeniable silence that filled the air of the three of you. “ gojo..are you hitting on my sister?” you swore the silence between those two last for centuries.

“ uhm no i wasnt! ” (🤓☝️)

“ yes you are. ” his voice deepened sending chills down satoru’s spine. satoru started to wiggle out of kento’s grasp “the elders are calling me and you know me i have to listen to them” he squeaked at kento’s gaze, “ since when did you listen to the elders? ”

“ since TODAY! ” he made an escape, “ don’t run away from me you egotistical bastard ”

(end of flashback in spongebob voice)

“ he could quite literally rip my ass outta infinity and feed me megumi’s dogs! ” he dramatically started shaking you, “ he wouldn’t. ”

“ yes he would, he could kick my ass and would do it again and laugh” he continued shaking you like you were some kind of rag doll, “ you’re being dramatic. ”

“no im being real! he would like have you seen that hunk— ” you cover his mouth with your free hand, “ no he wouldn’t and please stop shaking me satoru ”, you could feel his lips form a pout under your hand,

“ no toru? satoru? did i really downgrade that much? ” moving your hand away from his mouth “ you haven’t given me a kiss at all today so no ” he stuck out his tongue at you, “ you’re so annoying ”

you quickly smashed your lips against his, his lips were so soft and tender against yours. the small breathes of yours tickled satoru’s upper lip.

your hands snaked back up to satoru’s hair pulling him closer to deepen the kiss, satoru taken by shock had a small grin form against his lips, you know he had that stupid cocky smile making you break into a smile,

realizing that you were not in the comfort of your own home or his, you quickly pulled away. pinkish red lip stick smothered all over his lips as if he had a drunken passionate make out session,

a whine had escaped his lips making your smile widen some more. “ there, you had your kiss now shoo ” you tried pushing him off your body with failed, “ that’s not fair, i cant just get one ”

“ now you’re being needy stop it satoru ” you bit your inner cheek trying to hold back a giggle, satoru just rolled his eyes placing small mini angel kisses around your lips, the crinkles of your eyes. the dimples, the moles. he loved your face it was one of his favorite features

satoru had you basically pressed against the wall near your office, small giggles escaped your lips as he kept pressing kisses. they were feathery and ticklish, the two of you had been in your own world you forgot you were at the school for a moment.

“ w..what the hell. ” you hear a deep voice. it was laced with mainly shock and a hint of disgust. the voice made you snap your head in the direction it came from, lord and behold the two of you were caught by none other than kento,

gojo groaned at the person interrupting him letting out a deep sigh slowly turning his head to where yours was, “ jeez man give us some— ” his voice was laced with annoyance before he even saw the person. by the time he looked over his eyes had widened as big as saucer pans,

mouth agaped, he knew he was caught and a part of him wanted to laugh and keep kissing you but his body wouldn’t listen to him, “ well shit. ”

“ gojo what are you doing with my sister ? ” his voice was calm but his face. his face screamed you better run before i catch you. “ well nothing. i was just asking her about something !! ” he defended himself trying to come up with a lie on the spot.

“ mhm and the lipstick smeared on your lips say otherwise ” he walked closer to the two of you, gojo desperately tried to get rid of the evidence. “ your glasses are fogging nanamin there was no lipstick stain! ” a small giggle escaped your lips watching the gojo satoru get rid of all evidence,

satoru’s whole demeanor shifted into a soft gooey attitude hearing a giggle escape your lips from his antics, kento wasn’t stupid. he noticed it a small smile formed on his lips knowing he has made you giggle laugh and smile, he had almost forgotten it was gojo satoru until that stupid blindfolded man held your hand,

clearing his throat, “ gojo. are you dating my younger sister? ” his face just turned cold. an irritation just washed over kento’s body, “ she’s your sister?? whatt that’s crazy i didn’t know you had a younger sister nanamin! ” he tried to play it off practically jumping away from you.

kento stared at him with an annoyed expression, gojo was a blabbering mess trying to explain himself, “ you’re basically female nanamin! that’s so crazy! ” he tried to laugh at the information he already knew,

“ i knew you were stupid but seriously the stupid act makes you look like a dumbass. ” kento’s scowl sent shivers down his spine, he started walking closer to satoru closing the distance

“ wait wait IM SORRY PLEASE IM SORRY. ” satoru pleaded hiding behind you, even though he knew his tall lanky ass wasn’t hiding himself.

#w.riting ‹𝟹 ‎scripts #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru one shot #jjk x reader #jjk gojo x reader #jjk gojo x y/n #gojo satoru #random messy oneshot AYEE

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forjongseong · 1 year

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meet cute // jay (ENHYPEN)

pairing: secretary!jay x CEO!fem!reader (minisode part 10 of the series)

genre: office!au, fluff // warning: older reader; Jay calls reader “Boss” // wc: ~1.3k

previous chapters:

part 1 - carmesí part 2 - mi reina part 3 - millones part 3.5 - hasta los dientes part 4 - vente conmigo part 5 - tusa part 5.5 - apaga y vámonos part 6 - versos de placer minisode part 1 - cuando nadie ve part 6.5 - yo te quiero más minisode part 2 - la niña de mis ojos part 7 - aeropuerto minisode part 3 - falling autumn minisode part 4 - night night part 8 - ambulancia minisode part 5 - subtítulos part 9 - al caer la noche minisode part 6 - after last night part 9.5 - the way you look tonight part 10 - mon soleil minisode part 7 - daylight minisode part 8 - subside minisode part 9 - your princess, my queen part 11 - qué bonito part 11.5 - enchule

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summary: on one of your little outings during your stay in NYC for New Year's, you and Jay bumped into strangers who were curious about your first meeting.

author’s notes: ladies and gentlemen, my carmesimps, I present to you, our tenth minisode!!!

I did tell @excusememissiloveyou that I had ideas for three minisodes, and she thought I was crazy, so here's the first one out of three (expect two more to be released soon).

this is HEAVILY inspired by the cute Instagram account that has been in my orbit lately, meetcutesnyc, and given the natural and spontaneous nature of CEO!yn and sec!Jay's relationship, I thought it would be nice to give this idea a spin.

no song inspiration, just that Instagram account. hope you like this one too!

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You were busy paying attention to the lights, waiting for them to turn green. Your fingers were intertwined with Jay’s, and he himself was focused on his phone, making sure he was navigating you both to the right place. Once you both crossed the roads safely along with other people, Jay lifted his head from the phone to look at the road.

At the same time, you caught two men in front of you—one holding a phone up and the other eyeing you carefully—and you tugged on Jay’s hand a bit tighter before the man not holding the phone smiled and greeted you politely.

“Excuse me, are you two a couple?”

You found it quite odd that the man asked you that, given that everything about your appearance basically screamed that you were a couple. Jay was wearing a thick denim shirt over his black slacks, with a heat-tech shirt underneath to keep him warm. His coat was hung on his free arm where his phone was. His hand that was holding yours brushed against the sleeve of your beige coat, and underneath you were wearing a black top with blue jeans that matched the shade of Jay’s top.

Even if you weren’t holding hands, you’d think that everyone else could easily tell that you were a couple.

Jay’s eyes flickered towards the man, and you answered ‘yes’ out of reflex. Within a second, you looked at Jay to gauge his reaction to determine whether it was safe to interact with the polite stranger, and you noticed that Jay was not on guard. He took off the sunglasses he was wearing and smiled, so you looked back at the stranger and smiled too.

“Would you mind telling us how you met?” He continued.

At that moment, it clicked, and your face immediately lit up. Jay looked at you expectantly.

“Oh, is this for Instagram?” You asked back, and the man smiled at you before confirming your guess. You then had to explain shortly to Jay that videos of people retelling their meet cute had appeared on your explore page for a while.

“There was actually nothing cute about our first meeting,” Jay started. You snorted. “I work for her.”

You nodded and picked up the story. “He’s my assistant, and we’ve been dating for a while. What happened was, one day I was feeling a little all over the place, and he kissed me to shut me up.”

Jay chuckled nervously before continuing. “My intention was to comfort you, actually.”

You widened your eyes as if asking him ‘Oh, really?’ with your eyebrows. Jay shrugged and brought one hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear that had made its way to your face because of the soft breeze.

“I’ve actually admired her for a while, and that was just my way of making a move, I guess,” Jay said, looking at the man with a smile.

“Do you remember what your first impression of her was?” The man asked again.

“Oh,” Jay sighed and stared into the distance dramatically. “Boss. Like, absolute boss.”

You chuckled before attempting to explain. “He’s the only one who calls me that at the office, by the way. He started doing it ironically.”

“Because I don’t think there’s any other title that suits you, Babe,” Jay replied, looking at you. Then he looked back at the man interviewing you. “She has a huge presence.”

“And what was your first impression of him?” The man continued.

You paused for too long and Jay pretended to clear his throat. The man laughed.

“He had nice hair,” you finally answered. With that, Jay cackled, and wrinkles appeared on the corner of his eyes.

“Do you remember what happened on your first date?”

You and Jay looked at each other and both squinted your eyes, thinking hard of a solid answer. This time, the interviewer laughed because it seemed like none of you were able to recall when it was or what happened.

“I’ve just been around her 24/7, I actually don’t remember when our first date was,” Jay explained.

You nodded. “Since we’re always together at work, and sometimes off work, more often than not it’s always just the two of us so it’s like we’ve been going on dates for longer than it became official.”

“So, how long have you two been together exactly?”

“I’ve been working for her for more than two years, and we’ve been together for…” Jay looked at you for confirmation. “I don’t know, almost a year? More than that?”

“Probably,” you replied, also unsure.

“What’s your favorite thing about her?”

“Oh, I love that question,” you cut Jay off before he had a chance to answer. The interviewer laughed. “Go on, Babe.”

Jay grinned. “She’s a strong woman. I like how she doesn’t need me, but she still wants me around.”

You pouted, feeling all gushy at Jay’s answer.

The man smiled at you. “And your favorite thing about him?”

“He brings me comfort,” you replied without missing a beat. “I can always be myself when I’m with him and I know I’m safe.”

You and Jay continued to throw compliments at each other and for a while you almost forgot that the men interviewing you were still there recording everything. The person holding the camera looked at you and then Jay, back and forth like it was a tennis match. The man interviewing you chuckled along and was looking at you both with full adoration.

“So, what would you say is the secret to a year together?”

“Always prioritize your partner,” Jay answered, beating you to it. “Understand that they have needs and that communication is also very important.”

“That,” you agreed before adding on to Jay’s answer. “And trust. You should be honest with your partner and trust that they will do the same for you.”

“And a lot of kisses,” Jay continued, pulling you by your waist and landing a hard kiss on your cheek. You squinted your eyes and grinned happily at the gesture.

“That’s amazing. Can I know your names?” The man asked, looking at you.

“This is Jay,” you said, leaning your head on Jay’s shoulder.

“And this beautiful woman is Y/N.”

The man thanked you both for your time before leaving, and for a moment you both just stood there staring at the two men as they walked away and disappeared behind a corner.

“We don’t have a meet cute,” you sighed. “Isn’t that sad?”

Jay shrugged and took your hand as he continued to walk. You followed right beside him.

“Are meet cutes really that important?” Jay asked, genuinely curious.

“What if someone gets an idea to make a rom-com movie about us? What will our meet cute be? Meet cutes are a necessity for a good rom-com, you know.”

Jay chuckled at your comment and squeezed your hands. “Baby, our life is better than the movies.”

He turned his head to look at you and your face was scrunched, slightly bothered by the non-existent first-time meeting story with Jay.

“I actually lied a bit,” Jay said, whispering. “About my first impression.”

You frowned as you looked at him. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I do think you’re amazing, but the first thing I thought when I saw you for the first time was,” Jay paused for an added dramatic effect, “you were absolutely the most beautiful woman I had ever landed my eyes on.”

“Haha, bullshit,” you laughed dryly, pulling your hand away from Jay’s and walking ahead of him.

“Y/N!” Jay called. “Baby, I’m serious!”

When he caught up to you, he nudged your shoulder to make you look at him, and when you did, he made this stupid ugly face that made you giggle, so you melted into his arm when he offered it to you.

“I also thought you were pretty handsome,” you said softly.

“Yeah, I got that from how you said I had nice hair,” Jay replied nonchalantly.

You smacked Jay’s arm and again went speedwalking ahead of him. Jay chuckled as he tried his best to regain his rightful place to walk—beside you.

-END-

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edens-breathless-melodies-moved · 4 years

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words: 3.5k

pairing: futakuchi k. x f!poc!reader

prompt: doggystyle

warnings: cursing, rough sex, slight degradation, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), choking, dacryphilia, spanking, hair pulling, a whole bunch of sexy times

summary: god, you just had to go get your hair done, didn’t you?

“fuck.”

that’s the only thing that comes to mind the moment futakuchi lays his eyes on your figure walking out of the salon.

chocolate brown orbs are locked onto your head with a worrying amount of concentration, raking over your new hairstyle with terrifying accuracy as his mind ran a million miles per hour. why did his pants feel tight all of a sudden?

you did say you needed to get your braids re-done for a while now.

_______

~ three weeks previously~

futakuchi groans as he flops onto the couch of your shared apartment, throwing an arm over his eyes as he does his best to ignore your constant whining that was still coming from the kitchen.

you just wouldn’t shut up about this, huh?

“all i’m saying!” he groans again as you continue speaking from the island counter, sharp (e/c) eyes never leaving the cutting board as you finely diced the onion that was going into tonight’s dinner.

“is that i think there should be more salons or hairdressers around that can cater to people with hair like mine!”

you huff as you finish with the onions, picking up the cutting board and swiping them into the saucepot with a graceful flick of the back of your knife.

“i mean come on!” with a role of your eyes you grab an already peeled potato from a bowl of water by your left, and place it onto the cutting board.

“it’s 2020 for gods’ sake!” your anger was being soley directed to the poor potato who didn’t stand a chance against your sharp knife and skilled hands. you continue on with your mini-rant, hands moving just as fast as your voice as you blow through the bowl of potatoes before turning on the heat and setting the pot they were in aside to boil.

futakuchi sighed as he removed his arm from over his eyes, a small smile on his lips as he continued to listen to you rant from the kitchen, brown orbs staying lazily trained on the shadows dancing across the ceiling.

he couldn’t really blame you for getting slightly really angry about the fact that finding a salon or hairdresser who knew how to handle your 3c hair was practically impossible.

you had moved to japan from america and started school at date tech at the very end of futakuchi’s second year, and to say you took the boy by storm was an understatement.

~~~~

the moment futakuchi had locked eyes with you as his teacher introduced you to the class, brown eyes peering into sparkling (e/c), he knew he was fucked, figuratively and, come later, literally.

you just looked so good in the school’s grey pleated skirt, and the shade of teal the jacket was against your caramel skin was so right. that same skirt came to rest a little bit above your plentiful thighs, curvy and toned legs covered just barely by your white thigh highs.

plump pink lips pulled into a shy smirk as you lifted a hand to brush a piece of hair behind your ear, and it was only as futakuchi’s eyes followed the movements of your hands that he realized it wasn’t a stray strand of hair you tucked away, but a braid.

his eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he took in the foreign sight of your box braids in full. they were a cute honey blonde, dark at the roots before slowly transitioning into the brighter color.

they were thin and a majority of them were pulled into a neat, tight bun on top of your head, leaving only two pieces to hang in front of your face, one of them now resting behind your ear.

god, you were gorgeous.

futakuchi was so caught up in the elegance that was your presence that he didn’t even realize his mouth had dropped open until aone reached across and physically closed it for him.

a small smirk appeared on the quiet giant’s lips as he watched his close friend and captain flush and flounder around, cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment at the sight of the beautiful girl.

it was only until after you had finished your greetings to the class (to say he was shocked would be a disservice when he heard how fluent and natural your japanese was, though he guessed that your teacher wasn’t from tokyo seeing as you had the slight twang from the hyogo prefecture) and sat in the chair in front of him that futakuchi was able to reign in his emotions and placate his flustered expression before he made a fool of himself in front of you.

just as he finally settled himself and took a deep breath in, his eyes widened when you turned around and gave him a friendly smile, his heart beginning to pick up the pace rapidly.

he steadied himself quickly though, and shot you back a small smirk, quirking an eyebrow up as he took in your features closely.

pretty (e/c) eyes, plush pink lips, a small smattering of freckles across the bridge of your nose and cheeks. yeah, you were definitely cute.

“hello!” you started off, and futakuchi’s eyes visibly softened at the richness of your voice, settling over him like hot chocolate in the winter. “my name is (y/l/n) (y/n), but you already know that.” you let out a small chuckle, and his heart palpitated again.

“but it’s a pleasure to meet you anyways! what’s your name, classmate?” you asked lightheartedly before peering directly into his eyes, and futakuchi has never felt more vulnerable in his life.

there was something about the way you stared into him, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on but it made him slightly uneasy, like he was being inspected and analyzed.

it was only when you raised a perfectly arched eyebrow and those full lips twisted into a slight smirk at his prolonged silence that he realized it was the same look he gave an opponent on the other side of the net.

like he was playing with them.

a fire spread through his veins as he finally unfroze, body finally relaxing as he steadied himself. yeah, you were definitely a catch, and futakuchi wasn’t going to let you get the upper hand against him so easily. not when you offered such a tasty treat to him.

his smirk widened even more as he leaned towards you, chocolate orbs sharpening as he extended his hand out for you to shake.

“futakuchi kenji, sweetheart. and believe me,” his smirk grew into a grin, teeth glinting in the morning sunlight, and he accepted the silent challenge you issued against him just as you accepted his hand, “the pleasure is all mine.”

~~~~

he blinked slowly, coming out of his memories at the sound of you calling him from the kitchen, eyes still trained up lazily at the ceiling of your guy’s apartment.

“dinner’s ready babe! i already made your bowl, c’mon.” he smiled again as he lifted himself from the couch, heart warming when he entered the kitchen and you turned to smile up at him, eyes nearly crinkling shut.

he had asked you out two months into your third year after spending the previous months building up your friendship and genuinely clicking with one another.

it wasn’t a surprise he asked, but it was definitely a surprise when you launched onto him and wrapped yourself around him like a koala, saying how it took him long enough to finally man up.

(aone got a good laugh out of that and koganegawa had recorded his captain’s face flush bright red when you kissed him on the cheek, but we just gonna ignore that)

~~~~

~ present day ~

now here you guys were, four years strong into your relationship, and futakuchi can say with every fiber in his being that he can’t imagine a life without you.

he couldn’t possibly wake up and imagine not seeing your cute nose (which hid a septum piercing from him since the day you guys met), your cute cheeks, plush lips (which also hid a tongue piercing from him as well).

thick thighs

cute hands

nice ass

soft tits

and not to mention your gorgeous hair. now don’t get him wrong, he loves your natural hair when it’s out. he actually prefers it over your braids because he can’t get enough of your beautiful curls and how soft and silky your strands feel in his hands.

but something about you with waist length braids, how they feel when he wraps them around his fingers and pulls…

he gulps as you climb into the car, a wide smile on your lips as you gesture to your new braids. “well, what do you think, kenken?” you ask him honestly, eyes wide and hopeful as you wait for his opinion.

he swallowed harshly again as he took in the impressive braids, eyes trailing how they fit your face perfectly. you had gone for platinum blonde this time, and the way such a bright color contrasted with your skin made you look almost ethereal.

when you guys had found out that there was a fusion hair salon opening up in tokyo that was being run by a half-black, half-japanese man who was tired of the lack of representation, you nearly shot out of bed and drove there yourself.

the only reason you didn’t was because futakuchi had stopped you before you could get your keys, and the fact that it was two in the morning.

now in the beginning, both of you were a bit skeptical about how well they would come out, but now that you’re here in front of him looking like an absolute treat wrapped in gold leaf, he thinks it’s safe to say that everything’s,

“good.” futakuchi is able to get out, a steady pink dusting over his cheeks and spreading to his ears. “it looks really, really good on you, babe.” his blush worsens when you lean over the center console and kiss him, just a soft peck on the lips.

“i’m glad you like it, i love it, too.” a yawn broke off the end of your sentence, (e/c) half-lidded as the exhaustion finally hits you.

futakuchi let out a soft chuckle as he turned to face forward and started the car, shifting into drive before setting off back to the apartment.

“alright let’s get you home, sitting in that chair for seven hours can’t have been fun.” you nodded half-heartedly, eyes slipping shut as you begin to nod off, the feeling of your boyfriend’s large warm hand rubbing circles into your plush thighs lulling you to sleep.

it was only when he was sure you were asleep that he pulled his hand back and ran it over his face with a soft groan, careful to not wake you up. if only you knew just how much your braids affected him...

~~~~

well, turns out that you finally get to see only three days after getting your hair done.

“babe?! have you seen my hoodie? the tabitha swatosh one? I can’t seem to find it-” futakuchi cuts himself off with a choke, eyes growing wide as he peers into your equally wide (e/c) orbs, caramel cheeks tinged pink at being caught in the act.

you had just pulled the hoodie over your head and was wiggling your arms around in the giant piece of clothing before your boyfriend had come into the bedroom. said boyfriend was currently taking in your entire appearance.

his oversized yellow hoodie which was big on him absolutely drowned your figure, seeing as you were several inches shorter than him.

the sleeves came out way past your fingertips, and the end of the hoodie stopped just above your knees. if that wasn’t enough to make him feral, then your hair is what finally did the trick.

long, pale braids were pulled into two pigtails, giving you an almost childlike appearance. When you finally sheepishly smiled at him, eyes trained on the floor in embarrassment.

“sorry, kenken, i just wanted to wear something comfortable.” you sounded so cute and looked so delicious, futakuchi decided to say fuck it and gave in to his desires.

the squeal that ripped through your throat as he picked you up and tossed you onto your shared bed made him chuckle darkly, and futakuchi had to repress a groan deep in his throat as he looked down on you, seeing the confusion and beginnings of lust swirl through your clear (e/c) eyes.

“k-kenji!” you yelp, face flushing as he ran his large hands underneath the hoodie, pushing it up slightly as he begins to fondle your bare breasts.

you let out a soft moan as his fingers pull and twist your nipples, coaxing them into pebbled peaks as he chuckles again at the cute sounds you make.

“did you get all dressed up for me, baby? you didn’t have too.” he coos into your ear, tongue darting out to lightly trace your lobe as you let out a small shiver, body growing hot at his continuous teasing.

“n-no, i j-just wanted to wear s-something comforta-a-ahh…” your words dissolve into a moan as one of his hands left your breast to trail down your soft stomach before reaching your clothed pussy.

long fingers delicately stroked your mound before roughly digging into your clit, rubbing it in tight circles just as his lips come up to catch yours in a kiss, swallowing the yelp and moans that were forced from your throat.

your tongues battled for dominance as he continued to stroke your clit and pinch and pull on your nipples. pleasure was coursing through your veins like fire, and the only thing you could do was let it happen.

the need for air finally broke you two apart, breathing heavily while gazing at one another through hooded lids, a thin silvery string of saliva linking you two together.

futakuchi watched with greedy eyes as your face twisted in pleasure, cheeks rosy as your lips fell into an “o” shape, eyebrows pulled together as your back arched off the bed, whimpers and moans sounding like heaven to his ears as his fingers continued to work your soaking cunt. god, you looked so fucking good.

a startled gasp left your lips when suddenly your boyfriend’s fingers left your aching clit before grabbing your hips and flipping you onto your stomach.

a large hand came down and cracked against your ass, eliciting a mixture of a yelp and moan from your parted lips. chocolate eyes watched the fat jiggle, and it was like he was hypnotized.

another moan left your lips as you buried your face into the sheets, hands gripping onto the fabric as futakuchi manhandled you onto your knees, groaning softly in the back of his throat as he saw how your spine deliciously arched, hoodie having been pushed up to your chest.

his hand cracked down against your asscheek again, jolting you forwards slightly, a cry leaving your lips as you felt the beginnings of a welt throb on your soft skin.

futakuchi smirked as he brought his hand down to rub against the imprint of his hand against your hot flesh, his other hand tugging down his sweats to release his aching member, a slight hiss escaping him at the cool air nipping at his hot exposed flesh.

“k-kenji, please.” you whine, panties sticking uncomfortably against your soaked folds as you wiggle your ass impatiently at your boyfriend, turning around slightly so he can get a good look at your teary eyes.

the smirk on your handsome boyfriend’s face grew as he leaned to hover over you, thick cock pressing teasingly against your clothed entrance, forcing a pathetic whine to leave your lips.

“aww, does my pretty girl want me to fuck her open? want me to fuck her so hard that she’s nothing but a stupid drooling mess?” futakuchi cooed teasingly into your ear, hands rubbing soft but firm circles into your hips.

his cock twitched when you whined and nodded your head rapidly, tears building up in your eyes from desperation. another dark chuckle left him as he leaned back somewhat, one hand coming to push your soaked panties to the side while his other hand gripped his cock firmly at the base.

he guided his aching member to your soaked and twitching entrance, knocking his tip against it teasingly and soaking up the little mewls you let out.

“you sure you want this baby?” he questioned you mockingly, purposefully holding off on giving you what you so desperately craved for.

his smirk only grew meaner when you let out a small cry of impatience. “i haven’t even prepped your tiny little cunt yet,” he chuckled when you let out a growl.

before you could yell at him to just fuck you before you pounced on his dick instead, a choke left your lips as he thrusted the first couple of inches into you, stretching your unprepped walls apart with his fat cock, rendering you speechless.

futakuchi moaned deeply at the feeling of your tight, wet walls squeezing him and pulling him in deeper.

he didn’t even give you a chance to adjust to that before drawing his hips back slightly before burying the rest of his length into your tight walls, the plush tip of his cock kissing your cervix.

a broken moan left your lips, fingers clutching the sheets of the bed tightly, tears of pain and pleasure staining your cheeks as you bathed in the painfully delicious stretch.

your boyfriend gripped your hips tightly, leaning down to hover over your shaking form.

“but i knew you could take it anyway, you greedy little slut.” with that he leaned back and grabbed your pigtails, wrapping the long braids around his fist a couple of times before tugging your head back just as he slammed his hips back into yours, eliciting a scream from you and another groan from him as your walls clenched around him tightly.

from there, there were no hopes of saving you. his hips slammed into yours at a rough and nearly animalistic pace, pounding into your core unforgivably.

his strokes were hard and deep, knocking the breath from you each time you slammed in, eyes rolling into the back of your head as he continued to use your pigtails as leverage to pull you into his thrusts.

“f-fuck you feel so tight!” futakuchi hisses, his hips not once easing up on their unforgivable pace, sweat beading his forehead and covering both of your bodies like a thin sheet.

you can’t do anything but moan brokenly for him, the dull ache in your head from his constant tugging being outweighed from the immense pleasure of his fat cock slamming into you relentlessly.

out of nowhere, futakuchi releases your pigtails, but before you could fall into the bed, his arm snaps out and wraps around your throat, choking you slightly as he pulls your back to meet his chest, his hips angling just right so he slams straight into your g-spot.

you wail as he continuously thrusts into the spot that has you seeing stars, eyes unfocused as drool drips down your chin. futakuchi catches sight of your fucked out expression, tears still streaming down your face, and it only makes him want to fuck you harder.

you feel your orgasm rocketing towards you fast, and you know your boyfriend is close too because at that moment one of his hands sneaks in between your legs, strong fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in tight circles, sending your hurtling towards your orgasm.

“k-kenji, i’m - fuck! i-i’m gonna-” you try to warn him, but all he does is speed up his fingers, hips thrusting unrelentingly as he feels his peak coming up on him as well.

just as he’s about to tip over, your cunt clamping down on him deliciously, he sinks his teeth into the junction between your neck and shoulder, muffling his moans as he paints your insides, slowing his hips as he pumps you full of his cum.

the combination of the bite in your neck and the feeling of him releasing into you tips you over the edge, the tight coil in your abdomen snapping as you gush all over his cock, wailing and spasming from the force of your orgasm.

futakuchi gently rocks his hips into yours to help you ride out your orgasm, only stopping to lay your body gently onto the bed once you stopped twitching and spasming.

while you attempt to catch your breath, mind still reeling from such an earth-shattering orgasm, futakuchi can only stare at the mess between both of your legs in awe.

it’s only when you finally can breathe normally again that you notice him still staring, and you flush, slightly confused and embarrassed. “what are you looking at?” you whine, lightly nudging his thigh with your raised foot.

soft brown eyes full of awe and raw love meet yours, light brown hair sticking to his sweaty forehead as he cocks his head to the side with a small, smug smirk. it makes your heart clench in your chest, swirling with love and lust at the sultry expression.

but all rational thought leaves your head as the words that leave your boyfriend’s lips make you want to curl into an embarrassed ball and die.

“i just made you squirt. i think i deserve a medal for that.”

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Detonation

Summary: As an FBI agent, YN deals with bad guys all day long. So does Bucky as an Avenger. When their worlds collide, it’s never pretty. Especially not when they are the targets.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 4620

Warnings: language, violence, bombs and explosions, bomb threats, hostage situation

AN: This was another request from @cherry-season and if you can’t tell by reading this I’ve been watching criminal minds again so I hope you guys like this one. GIF is not my own credit to original creator.

YN leaned back in the desk chair, spinning it halfway back and forth. Boring a hole into the scattered papers of the police department. She was exhausted. Their team had been after this same guy for a week now. A real piece of work: planting bombs in DC banks. Leaving cryptic messages with them. Fortunately, their bomb squad made it in time to dismantle the charge before it blew. But they were no closer to catching the guy than before.

“Shitty coffee?” A deep, masculine voice approached her side. Placing a coffee cup in front of her. YN smiled, gratefully accepting the beverage. She glanced up to the provider, one of her teammates, Alex Knowles. “Look like you could use it.”

“That a way of telling me I look worse than the coffee?” YN teased, chugging the lukewarm drink down. So accustomed to cheap, watery coffee, she barely even gagged at the bitter taste as it went down. “No leads?”

Alex shook his head, pulling up a chair and plopping beside her. He sighed, gazing out over the bustling police station. Watching the beat cops go in and out of the doors, suspects and victims all being questioned or held in the same room. A Mecca of activity unfolding before their eyes. Progress. Just not the progress they needed.

“Kinda hoping Bryant would bring something back in- he went to question a couple witnesses that were around the bank at the time the guy dropped the bomb off.” He reported, sitting forward to shuffle through the papers on the desk. “What’s all this?”

“Those are previous reports…” YN explained, brushing stray hair back from her face. “I thought he could’ve had a previous record… he built these bombs with some kind of knowledge- whether it be academic or street smarts, I’m not sure yet. Besides, not doing anything else.”

Alex nodded, letting the paper slip through his fingers and back to the desktop. He watched his teammate reorganize the stacks- the glittering diamond on her finger catching his eye. A devilish grin cracked his lips, whistling appreciatively.

“Barnes finally asked that question, did he?” He asked, putting his cup down and gesturing for her hand. YN rolled her eyes, suppressing a smile as she complied. Alex studied the rock more closely, examining the quality. “Got good taste for somebody as old as he is.”

“Oh shut up.” YN laughed, yanking her hand back.

She and Bucky met on a case. Their FBI team had been invited into a local investigation of suspicious activity. Turns out, the Avengers were also looking into it. Well, a team of four Avengers anyways. Bucky Barnes being one of them. He was smooth, a sweet talker. Managed to wriggle his way into her phone, later he would swing a date. Two years later, Bucky was down on a knee in her bedroom. Asking one of those life altering questions.

That had been three weeks ago. They barely had time to see each other after that night. She was pulled back into work, he was pulled halfway across the globe on a mission. He did call every night, checking in. Asking about her day. Making outrageous, silly promises about the wedding and their new home, their future. Making her smile, distracting her from her day. At the same time, allowing himself to dissociate from the mission he was on as well.

“I’m happy for you.” Alex’s tone turned sober, serious. YN glanced over to him. He leaned his elbows on his knees, smiling broadly. “You both deserve someone like the other… you deserve each other. I mean it in the best, possible way.”

“Thank you, Alex.” YN replied, reflecting her sincere gratitude as best she could. Alex was always in her corner. No matter what- he trusted her. In their world, that meant everything and more.

“Hey, LN- Knowles!” Ricky Bryant came rushing into their area, flushed and out of breath. “Listen, I think we might’ve found the bomber’s identity: Casey Griffin. ”

“What?” YN leaned forward, staring up at him. Her eyebrows furrowed, a faint pin struck the back of her head. “Griffin… Casey Griffin- that sounds familiar. Why is that familiar?”

Ricky opened his mouth, ready to spill all the information he had gathered about the man. A woman interrupted their circle, a panicked look in her eyes.

“Agent LN- there’s a call on line six for you. He claims to be responsible for the bombings and he’s demanding to speak with you.” She interjected, nodding to the desk phone. YN glanced from Ricky to Alex.

“Get Robbie on the phone- tell her we need to trace this call immediately.” She instructed, rolling to the desk to pick up the phone. She waited a moment, allowing Ricky to call Robbie, the fourth member of their team. Their tech analyst. “Ready?”

“Yeah- go ahead.”

YN took a deep, calming breath. Her fingers tightened around the phone anxiously. Swallowing back her creeping nerves, she pulled the phone off the receiver.

“Agent LN, may I ask who’s calling?” She began slowly, giving Robbie a chance to snag the call’s location. There was heavy breathing on the other end, as if he had been running.

“You know who’s calling, YN. Don’t play coy- it isn’t a good look on you.”

Recognition struck her like lightning as she heard his voice. He had been one of the hostages in the first emergency scene. YN had taken down his statement herself. She ground her teeth together, anger flooding her system. She had been played.

“You’ve got me there, Casey.” She chuckled, her free hand wiping down the thigh of her tactical pants. “This is the first time you’ve called- why are you just now contacting us?”

The sound Griffin made was far from a laugh- the dark, slow noise was bone chilling. Nauseating. She could feel it deep into her clothes, settling like frost against her skin. She bit her cheek, staving off the urge to shiver through the discomfort.

“I’ve decided I want to give you front row tickets to the show, of course.” He crowed, voice leaping in octaves. “Corner of West and Fifth. You have half an hour, unless you want all these lovely people to end up blood splatters and burn marks on the floors.” YN winced, clenching her jaw. “Oh, and YN? Come in alone.”

The telltale click and beep ended the call, leaving YN to stare blankly at the desk before her. Clenching the phone in her grasp so tightly the plastic creaked. Knuckles lightening. She swallowed, something was clutching her throat. Restricting her lung capacity. Her shaking fingers pressed the phone into the receiver. Pushing her chair back, she stumbled to her feet.

“YN- “

“I just need a minute, okay?” She snapped, snagging her jacket from the chair across from the desk. YN shoved past the incoming traffic of people, fumbling her way outside.

The city was full of noise; Blaring car horns, shouting, a low murmur of pedestrian conversations. Sirens. The thrum of the city’s heartbeat under her feet. Taking a left into the alleyway, YN dug through her pockets, fingers brushing against the carton of cigarettes and lighter.

Hands trembling, she put a stick between her lips. Blowing smoke as soon as she lit it. Tilting her head back against the weathered brick of the station. A shaky exhale following the wavering grey smoke. She clenched her jaw, bowing her head.

She knew it was a trap- Casey was asking to meet alone. But he was holding hostages in a bank loaded down with explosives. And who knew what he wanted, why only her? Why alone? And why was that name familiar? None it made sense- facts blurring together. Shrouding him from her senses.

A sudden buzz against her abdomen sent her reeling back into consciousness. Her cigarette was gone- flicking the filter to the ground. Pushing it into the cement with her boot. Her fingers scuttled through her pocket, retrieving her phone.

Bucky’s contact photo- one of him fast asleep with fridge magnets on his arm. She smiled- somehow Bucky always knew right when she needed him. Like he had a sensor on her emotions, giving him timely reports. Updating him constantly.

“Hey, Buck.” She greeted, begging her voice to not crack. It sounded normal. Or at least enough that she hoped Bucky didn’t question it. Tucking the phone between her shoulder and ear, she lit another cigarette. Blowing the stress away from the speaker.

“Hey, sugar,” She could hear his smile through the phone. That excited one he always got when he first saw her. Wide, showing off his teeth. Stretching his face so much she wondered if it hurt. “I’m just callin’ to tell you I’m home. And I know you’re busy but, I wanted to hear your voice again.”

YN laughed, falling into the regular rhythm with him. Allowing herself to feel the stress melt from her bones. Bucky always had that affect on her. Something she couldn’t quite understand. Why the man was such an addictive drug.

“Well, you’re in luck- I’m on a break right now.” She wanted nothing more than to sit and talk with him, listen to his baritone drawl. Lulling her into a state of comfort and security. But she knew she couldn’t- she had limited time. She had to make a decision. And soon.

“Are you smoking again?” Bucky asked. YN smiled, biting down on her lip. She made a noncommittal noise, neither agreeing or disagreeing with his statement. He had been after her for their entire relationship to make her quit the habit. Trying to help her kick it. Nothing ever really helped. “YN…”

“I know… I’ve only had two. I just… I needed a break.” She admitted, bowing her head. She shifted her eyes to the alleyway opening, seeing Alex and Ricky approaching her. “I’ve got to get back. I’ll see you at home?”

“Yes, I’m making that soup you like for dinner. Don’t let it go cold.” He warned.

“I won’t. Love you.”

“Love you too.” She shoved her phone into her back pocket, meeting her partner’s halfway. Their faces drawn with concern and hesitancy.

“Gear me up.” She pushed between them, not looking back. She feared if she looked at them again, she would lose her nerve. Holding her shoulders back, chin tilted with her head held high. She had to keep the air of confidence around her. If she didn’t- they would never believe her. YN needed full backup for her plan. “I’m going in.”

~~~~~~

The building seemed to loom over her, taunting her as she stood before it. The large windows were gaping at her, a threat to her minuscule presence. YN swallowed back the terror she felt, pushing it down and locking it away. Out of reach.

“We’ll be talking with you through the comms unit the whole time.” Ricky explained, securing the equipment over her ear. He carefully tightened the straps on her vest, glancing to meet her eyes. His brows dipped. “You don’t have to do this you know? We can raid the building or get a sniper down here. This isn’t the only option.”

YN shook her head, clipping her holster over her belt, around her waist. She sighed, the exhale was shaky. Biting down on her bottom lip to keep it from trembling, she clipped extra ammunition to the side.

“It’s the one where everyone makes it out. Those hostages are the main priority right now.”

“Hey.” Ricky stopped her nervous movement, hands on both of her shoulders. Forcing her to look up at his face. “Don’t do that. Don’t make it seem like some small bust… this is serious. We’re worried about you. About this. It’s dangerous. Give a little of that focus to yourself.”

“Okay.” YN agreed. She inhaled again, this time a little more steady. Giving a final affirmative nod, she squared her shoulders and backed away. She turned, facing the group of DC police officers and FBI squads. “Alright, these comms go both ways. I’m negotiating for hostages first. If anything goes wrong, clear the site. We don’t know how many explosives he has in there.”

YN watched the groups follow her orders, setting up to accept hostages. Loading guns for a raid if needed. Both ambulance and fire department had been called in. The companies were also preemptively preparing for the worst. She began walking toward the bank, eyes forward. What felt like thousands of eyes followed her to the door, fire burning against her back.

As she approached, she could see a woman standing at the glass door. She had been crying- her face stained with tears. YN stopped at the glass door, standing face to face with the woman. After several moments of staring, the order was finally given to open the door. The woman’s shaking fingers unlocked it, pushing it open.

“You’ve served your purpose.” A quiet voice spoke across the lobby, echoing on the tiled floors. “You may go.” The woman burst into tears, shoving past YN and onto the street. “Agent LN… how courteous of you to take her place.”

YN entered the lobby tentatively, keeping her head on a swivel. She turned the corner, coming face to face with the bomber. Casey Griffin stood behind the group of hostages, hands tucked behind his back. A twisted, sacrilegious grin on his lips. The group at his feet were huddled together, most were sobbing quietly. Holding people they most likely didn’t know. She knew from experience that tense situations erased all lines between humans. Everything begins to blur when terrified panic sets in.

“I’m here, Griffin. What do you want?” She demanded, her hand resting on her weapon. There was a buzz of static in her ear, the line opening.

“We don’t have a visual of you anymore, LN. Get back into sight.”

Griffin took a step forward, around his subjects. A small, black remote in his hand. Eyes steady on her face. Studying her. He exhaled sharply, coming to a stop right before her.

“I was hoping you’d be more… well, more.” He frowned, disappointed. YN’s eyebrow lifted, unable to follow his thoughts. “Such a shame… I’ve read all these great things about you. Every case you’ve solved, every step you’ve made to get here. You’re much more impressive on paper.”

“Get to the point.” YN sneered, her jaw clenched. Griffin smirked, eyes scanning down her face again. He sighed, rolling his eyes.

“All you feds- no taste for the theatrical. I much rather prefer the Avengers.” He grinned, eyes sparkling dangerously. YN felt her heartbeat pick up It’s pace. Heart threatening to burst out of her chest. “Oh, that’s right… congratulations, by the way. What’s it like- being engaged to a fossil? Are his brains still scrambled?”

“Shut up.” She hissed, fingers itching to reach out and wrap around his throat. He only tilted his head, pouting. He began pacing, orbiting around her slowly. Her shoulders tensed, defenses began raising even further. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, you see, I’m very well acquainted with Sergeant Barnes.” Griffin slowed to a stop again, on her right. He leaned in, close enough she could feel his breath against her skin. “He murdered my husband.”

The pounding in her chest seemed to have leapt into her throat. Breathing was much harder now, her skin crawled as her brain went into overdrive. Something was wrong… what was going on?

“He doesn’t do that anymore.” YN admitted, her voice lower than she thought it would be. Threatening to crack.

“But he does.” He hissed, gripping her arm tightly. Yanking her to his chest. His free hand came up to her ear, ripping the unit out and flinging it into the wall. His fingers fluttered down to her chin, grasping it tightly and forcing her face to his. He stared down at her. Anger burning in his irises, the dark circles under his eyes. His nostrils flared. “What makes it even worse is that he chose to do it. With Hydra, he had no choice. But with the Avengers? He had every decision laid out before him and he chose.”

YN flinched, flecks of saliva landing on her cheek. Her jaw clenched down tighter, eyes closing momentarily. Griffin’s hand crept down from her face, into the pocket of her pants. His fingers grasped the device, pulling it out. He held the device to her face, unlocking it then shoving her away.

“So now,” Griffin gave her a maniacal grin. YN was beginning to get whiplash from his mood swings. He was unpredictable. Unstable. Devolving before her eyes. She glanced back to the group of hostages. “He gets to flex that autonomy again. Oh, how lovely- he was your last call.”

“Why do you have me here, Griffin?” YN demanded, attempting to take control of the situation. If he was distracted, she could maneuver and gain the upper hand. “If you wanted to go after Bucky you would’ve done it. Why do any of this? Why do you need them?”

Griffin spared a quick glance to the group of shivering civilians. He hummed quietly, pressing dial for Bucky’s number. YN felt a drop of sweat bead down her neck. Rolling to meet the bulletproof fabric over her torso. She was alone in here, responsible for the lives of those petrified people. Staring and waiting for her to do something. Help them.

Her eyes fell to the remote in his hand. She could snatch it. The bomb was his power move. His leverage. Then again, the hostages were bargaining chips. He had to give something up. She had to remove variables.

“Let them go.” YN urged, holding her hands out in surrender. “You’ve got me, you’ve got my attention. Let them go.” He sighed dramatically, eyes rolling as he pressed the button for speakerphone.

“It’s no fun without an audience.” He whined, shrugging as he turned to the hostage group. “And to think- we were just getting to the good part. Fine! Leave, all of you.”

The group all scrambled to their feet, taking their leave before he changed his mind. The stampede rushed the door, cramming themselves out into the street. YN’s heart slowed, the adrenaline fading in her veins slightly. Her priority was taken care of- they all made it out alive.

“Hello?” YN never thought she would be nervous to hear Bucky’s voice. Casey smiled at the phone, eyes boring into her skull. “YN? Hello?”

“She can’t make it to the phone right now.” Griffin responded, giving her a mocking pout. The other end fell silent. YN could almost feel the paranoia settle over his body. “I would ask you to leave a message but I’m afraid she won’t be around much longer to hear it.”

An idea began to form, tingling at the base of her skull. YN gulped nervously. She had to keep him distracted- keep him focused on Bucky. But that also meant she had to stay focused on Casey. She couldn’t say a word to Bucky. Not yet.

“Who the fuck are you and what do you want?” Bucky hissed. YN closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She could pull her weapon. But could she pull it fast enough? Griffin could blow the place to smithereens. She could try to get the remote- every solution seemed to fall back to the same outcome. She grit her teeth- he had the upper hand. She could do nothing but wait it out.

“Joshua Rivers.” Casey replied. While his voice was smooth and unrestrained, his eyes told a different story. Seething, red hot rage burned in his veins. “Does that name ring any bells to you, Sargeant? Let me give you a hint anyways- I know how fragile the mind can be in the older years. He was a lead operative for Hydra. Four months ago, you raided his warehouse and instead of arresting him, you put a bullet through his skull.”

“He deserved more.” Bucky hissed, his voice crackling through the speaker. Echoing in the empty building. Casey scowled, his nose scrunching in anger. “That warehouse housed human experimentation projects.”

“That doesn’t matter!” Casey screamed, veins in his neck popping out against his skin. Pumping adrenaline in time with his heart. “He was a person- he had people who loved him, cared for him. You took that away from me. I can’t help but wonder… how you’ll feel about the same circumstances.”

“Where is YN?” Bucky demanded, keeping his voice level. YN began to creep her fingers up, toward the gun in her holster. She had one chance. He was distracted- she could gain the upper hand.

“Well, that’s a tricky question. It’s only a matter of time before she’s… everywhere.” Griffin shrugged, swinging his gaze back to YN. Her fingers faltered, halting at her hip. She was close, her thumb brushed the cold metal of the gun. “So now… now I think I’ll return the favor. You took something from me. The only person that ever mattered. You destroyed my world.”

“If you touch her, I swear to-“

“You don’t believe in God, Sergeant.” Griffin’s slow drawl interrupted the threat. His tongue ran over his lips, taking a deep breath. “He’s not real. If he were, don’t you believe that none of this suffering would happen?” There was a ruckus of noise on the other end of the phone, Bucky panting heavily. A door slamming. “This is your repentance, James Barnes.”

YN’s fingers wrapped around the metal plating, her nerves settling. She could make this draw. It would be fast enough. It would be accurate. She could end it once and for all. She exhaled slowly, counting down.

Three…

Two…

One…

In a flash, YN pulled her gun from her side. Aiming it at Casey’s chest and pulling the trigger. The loud gunfire echoed- ringing in her ears. Her heart sank. Stomach plummeting to her feet.

She missed.

Casey’s expression settled into one of contempt. Disappointment. The hell fire turned to her, his focus shifting from Bucky to YN. Surging toward her, his hand swung out, shoving the muzzle to the ceiling as she fired again. Casey’s fist tightened around her phone, a strong punch to her kidney sending her to her knees, wheezing for air. YN grunted, her hand swinging at a wide angle, but it was only deflected as the heel of his hand connected with her nose. Releasing a sharp cry, YN cradled her nose carefully. Eyes watering and face stinging. Bucky’s frantic shouts barely audible as she knelt, gasping in pain. Her thoughts muddled and slow.

Casey sighed dramatically, ripping the weapon from Yn’s hand. She groaned, disoriented as a fresh wave of pain throbbed from her face. Blood seeped from between her fingers, dripping down into a puddle on the tile floor.

“Say goodbye to your fiancée, Sergeant.”

~~~~~~

Bucky all but tossed the motorcycle onto the curb as he skidded to a stop. A blazing inferno consumed the building, scorching the blackened trees that once surrounded it. The hand gripping his throat squeezed tighter as he stumbled toward the police line. Shoving his way through bystanders.

He felt sick- choking back the nausea bubbling from his stomach. Fire bellowed from the gaping, blown out glassless windows. Portions of the building were collapsed, the rest soon to follow. He barreled through shouting police officers, desperate to reach the building.

“Barnes!” He didn’t turn- even though the voice was familiar. He had to get to her- she was still alive, he knew she was. She had to be. “Barnes- man, you can’t go in there!”

Hands grasped his metallic shoulder, pulling him back roughly. Bucky grunted, swinging his arm around, taking hold of the man’s bulletproof vest. He clenched his jaw, staring down at Alex Knowles. One of her partners. Knowles’ eyes were puffy and rimmed with red. His skin was irritated, probably from wiping tears away.

“She’s still in there.” Bucky stated, without asking if she had been pulled out yet. He knew the process of these kinds of situations. The fire chief had to clear it and the area was nowhere near safe enough. But his girl was in there, in danger. Dying slowly, the longer he stood around. It had already been too long.

“Teams haven’t been sent in yet… I know you’re scared but you could make it worse if you go in there guns blazing. It could collapse the rest of the way.” Knowles warned, his eyes begging Bucky to stay put. Bucky shoved him away. Stripping off his jacket, Bucky scowled at the man.

“I will be the something worse if she’s not alive. Don’t test me, Knowles.” He growled, tying the jacket sleeves around his waist. Bucky turned on his heel, sprinting for the blown out doors of the bank. Ignoring the shouts of the firemen and police officers on the scene.

Inside, the flames locked the walls, staying maintained. It seemed the only thing the department had been doing since the explosion was clearing the fire. They had been prepared somewhat.

Bucky stumbled through the rubble, boots tripping over chunks of concrete and twisted metal. He had to find YN, she was somewhere. He had to keep himself from thinking the worst- she was alive. She would be okay. He just had to find her first.

He turned what would’ve been a corner of the bank, his heart rocketing through his chest. The beat thumping wildly.

Two bodies. Lying side by side.

“YN!” He picked his way through rubble, skidding to his knees beside her. Deep cuts laced her dirtied features, trapped under a chunk of concrete from the waist down. For now, he didn’t care of the implications that could lie beneath the rock. His trembling fingers found the pulse point in her neck, bowing his head and stifling a sharp sob as he felt a faint, slow thrum. He brushed the hair from her face gently, biting his lip to keep himself together. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ve got you.”

Bucky shuffled down to her waist, hooking his fingers into the rock. Just as he began lifting, a sharp gasp startled him, almost dropping the rubble. He glanced back at YN- wide awake and sobbing. Carefully, Bucky spared a glance under the concrete. A metal rod went directly through her thigh, blood seeping from the wound.

“Shit…” It had been contained until he lifted it- now she was going to bleed out. He had to move fast. “YN, doll, I’ve got you. This is gonna hurt but it’ll be okay.”

She didn’t respond, sobs ripping from her chest as he stilled. Bucky took a deep breath, collecting his nerves. He moved quickly, throwing the concrete across the room with a loud grunt. An ear piercing shriek fell from Yn’s lips, her fist pounding the ground at her side. Bucky untied his jacket, wrapping it tightly around her injured thigh.

“Okay, sweetheart. We’re gonna get out of here.” Bucky’s chest tightened as he gathered her in his arms. She was shivering, huddling close to his body as best she could. Her skin was filthy, covered in soot, dirt, and blood. “Try to talk with me, sweet girl. Stay awake.”

“Ja- James…” YN’s fingers twisted into his shirt, tears soaking into his fabric. His heart clenched. It was his fault- that idiot had gone after her because of him. He held her closer, tighter, as he picked his way back to the doors. “I… I think I’m done- done smoking.”

Bucky almost laughed, forgetting his location. The situation fading as he spared a glance down to her face. She was grimacing, lips pulled and forehead wrinkled. But here she was- trying to joke with him.

“Why’s that, doll?” He questioned, emerging from the collapsed bank. The sunlight was strong, glaring down into his eyes. He hunched slightly, trying to block the intense light from her sensitive eyes. YN groaned, tugging weakly at his shirt. “We’re almost there, doll. Keep talking. Why’re you quittin’?”

“I’ve had enough smoke for one lifetime.” She replied, eyes fluttering. Paramedics rushed toward them, a gurney wheeled to their side. Bucky carefully lay her back, grasping her hand tightly as they rushed toward the ambulance.

Bucky didn’t reply, lips pressed together. Concern running rampant as they moved. His eyes caught Knowles and Bryant’s, averting his as soon as they landed. Loading into the ambulance.

“Bucky?” He quickly stepped up, sitting down in the back. Squeezing her hand tightly. YN gave a half- hearted return. Her fingers tangling with his, eyes closed. “Stay… please…”

“I’m here, sweetheart.” Bucky smiled, hoping his face could mask the desperate panic he felt in the pit of his stomach. “I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 1 year

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I love your writing so much and you seem to always brighten my day! So, I just wanted to ask if I can, could you do a chubby manager where she gets bullied because of it and the teams stand up for her and help her. I have been having bad mental health days and this will really help me. But of course if you don't want to it's totally okay. Just asking for consideration! (If you do pick this can you do Karasuno, and Shoji and if you do one that's totally okay 👍) ☺️♥️

Hi there! So my full headcanon requests are currently closed BUT this request definitely hits home for me. I’ve always been tall and chubby and use to get bullied constantly for both. I’m really sorry you are struggling mentally and I hope this can bring you a little smile 😊

I’m going to put it below the cut because it might be triggering to some

TW: Bullying, fat shaming

Being Karasuno’s Manager:

Miss Manager gets bullied

for her Weight

Karasuno (guest appearance by Seijoh, Shiratorizawa and Date Tech) x fem! Reader (she/her)

Warnings: swearing, fat shaming, bullying, reader cries, threatening words, Tanaka thinking he’s a bad ass, Tsukishima taking care of it 💅

First off, Karasuno is B L E S S E D

Come on, 3 managers???

Ugh say less!

Hinata now thinks they are a super powerhouse

Suga says that’s not a real thing

Kageyama kicks Hinata for saying something so stupid 🙄

Anyways, you are a first year like Yachi

Actually Yachi dragged you into this because she was nervous

She had told you about this hot girl who had approached her and asked her to be the boys volleyball manager

You were a bit nervous to say the least

It wasn’t necessarily because your were athletic or didn’t know anything about volleyball

But, in the past, you’d been bullied about your size

And of course, these guys were athletes and they would be fit

To your surprise, however, they said nothing about your weight

Heck they didn’t even seem to notice you were plus sized

Literally all you had to do was breathe YN and these boys would faint 😂

Karasuno treats all their managers like queens and is super protective

They adored you, Yachi and Kiyoko so much and appreciated everything you did for them

You threw them a towel? Eternally grateful 🙌🏻

Filled their water bottle? Excessive thank you’s

Took detailed notes? Framed them and read them everyday

Literally it would be hard to find a more thankful team!

However, not everyone was as nice as Karasuno

You’d faced bullies in middle school and high school

Thankfully most of the people at your high school were pretty decent and nice

But when tournaments came around 👀

Well let’s just say not everyone extended a warm welcome

It was inter high and you were tasked with filling up the water bottles

Honestly, it was your favorite task because you didn’t have to deal with Hinata and Kageyama fighting or Noya and Tanaka peacocking in front of the other team 🙄

As you filled the bottles, you noticed a group of guys gathering behind you

You thought nothing of it, thinking that maybe they were waiting for the water fountain

After you finished, you moved out of the way, turning to smile at them

“You can have the water fountain now! Sorry I was filling up my teams bottles!”

The guys all stared at you with disgust on their faces before one spoke up

“There was no way we could get to the fountain anyways with you taking up that much space.”

The guys all burst in laughter as you watched them

At first, you didn’t think it was due to your size and maybe you were just in the middle of both fountains

“Oh I’m sorry. I would have moved over for you.”

The guys all just laughed as another one spoke

“Not like we’d have any space with your fat ass taking up both fountains!”

Hearing this worlds, your heart instantly sank

But those idiots weren’t done 😑

Because if there’s anything we know about bullies, it’s that they do so to make themselves feel better

And these dummies must have really been feeling like shit…

“Honestly I didn’t even know there were two fountains behind her she’s so big!”

“Damn she’s like a walking billboard for Karasuno!”

The guys laughed as tears began to fill your eyes and your lip began to quiver

These guys were jerks who were hitting every one of your insecurities

And worst of all, you were frozen as the tears began to fall

“Awe did we make the baby hippo cry?” One of the laughed

You tried your hardest to move but you were frozen, unable to run from the bullies

However 👀👀 as luck would have it, you weren’t alone

Because Yachi had been sent to help you

And she saw the entire exchange 😌

She quickly turned, running back to the gym to grab the guys

Kiyoko saw Yachi frantically running and asked her what happened. Panting, Yachi recalled the events

Instantly the atmosphere in the gym changed

Without saying a word, Daichi, Noya and Tanaka took off

The rest of the team following quickly behind

Even Tsukishima was moving quickly 😱

When they say you, still standing there and crying

Oh boy : D

I would not want to be those bullies right about now

Kiyoko and Yachi ran to you and hugged you

“Are you ok Yn?” Kiyoko asked as you shook your head and cried harder

Oof- someone prepare the burial grounds because it’s about to go D O W N

Daichi walked right up to them and got in their face, Suga, Tanaka and Noya right on his heels

“What the hell did you just say to our manager?” Daichi boomed as your head shot up to see the team right in front of you

“What us? Nothing we were just waiting for the water fountain,” one of the jerks said as Suga glared at them

“That’s not what we heard you were doing,” Suga spoke as Tanaka and Noya began to crack their knuckles

By this time, a crowd was starting to gather

Seijoh, Shiratorizawa, Date tech…

The whole gangs here!

And let me just say, they do not look happy

“We heard you said something to our BEAUTIFUL Manager. Mind repeating that…” Tanaka said, cracking his neck from side to side

The guys faces began to pale as Karasuno’s eyes burned with anger

You didn’t want anyone to fight because you knew that they could get kicked out of the tournament

“Guys hey it’s ok, let’s just go,” you said, wiping your eye as Kiyoko and Yachi grabbed your arm

“I think we need to teach these jerks a lesson!” Noya snarled

Nobody was going to stop this

Literally Kunimi was filming because he knew Karasuno was not to be messed with

Heck even Oikawa and Iwaizumi were ready to back Karasuno up!

And because jerks don’t know how to keep their mouths shut, they continued to fan the flames

“Come on guys, she’s huge! How can we not comment on that? I mean I felt the floors move when she walked here!” One of them chuckled

Wrong thing to say bestie

“Let’s take this outside!” Tanaka said, grabbing the jerk by the collar and pulling him towards the exit

The other bullies tried to intervene but were stopped by the wall of Date Tech

“Yeah you ain’t going nowhere,” Futakuchi smirked as Aone glared at the boys

The bullies rn 👉🏻👁️👄👁️

“Hey man let me go! Listen I’m sorry ok!” The one being dragged by Tanaka cried

You didn’t want anyone to get hurt or expelled from the tournament because of you

You stood tall, wiping your eyes as you left Kiyoko and Yachi’s side

“YN wait!” Yachi yelled as you approached Tanaka and the bully

“Tanaka please don’t! I don’t want you to get hurt or kicked out! Karasuno has worked too hard for this,” you spoke as Tanaka looked from you to the bully

He shoved the bully to the ground as he glared down at him

“You’re lucky city boy!”

You breathed a sigh of relief as Tanaka walked away, grabbing your hand

Unfortunately the bully and his now broken ego weren’t don’t 🙄

“I knew Karasuno was a bunch of wimps!”

Daichi, Noya and Tanaka turned around and were ready

“Let’s go city boy! Two hits, I hit you, you hit the ground!” Tanaka shouted

Before you could stop them, they tore down fr towards the boy

Your eyes widened in shock as you prepared for a fight

But thankfully, an Angel shined down from the heavens

An Angel in the form of one tall, rather salty first year

The king of comebacks, Tsukishima 💅

“A bunch of wimps? You’re the one picking on a girl who was filling up water bottles for her team,” Tsukishima spat as Daichi, Noya and Tanaka halted

Everyone turned to look at Tsukishima who had now walked over to the boy and was looking over him

“Where is your manager? Oh wait, you don’t even have one do you? Jealous much? Or maybe it’s because your pathetic asses can’t find any girls who are even remotely interested in being your managers.”

The bully glared up at Tsukishima was was now smirking

“Werent you that team who couldn’t even make it past the first round last time? Yeah that’s right you got your asses handed to you in straight sets.”

“Yeah well at least our team doesn’t isn’t known as being fallen champions!” The bully spat back as Tsukishima laughed, bending over and making eye contact with the jerk

“At least people know who we are, nobody even knows your name.”

“Yeah well-”

“And now that everyone does know who you are, I think they all want to crush you,” Suga added as the boy gulped, looking around at everyone who was glaring at him

“Gee I wonder who your first opponent is?” Oikawa interjected

“That would be us,” Ushiwaka said, arms crossed and glaring at the man

“Oh I’d hate to be your right now!” Tendo laughed, coming from behind Ushiwaka

The boy got to his feet as Tsukishima continued to smirk, everyone still staring at him

“Come on man let’s get out of here,” one of his teammates said

The bully just scoffed before turning around and walking away

Everyone watched as they left for their gym before turning to you

“Are you ok Yn?” Asahi asked as you nodded

“I’ll be ok thank you but you guys didn’t have to do that,” you softly spoke

“No way we were going to sit back and let someone say those things YN!” Hinata shouted

“Yeah that’s why we turned Tsuki lose on his ass!” Yamaguchi smiled

“Shut up Tadashi,” Tsuki said as he began walking back the gym

“Sorry you had to deal with that Yn. If you ever need help, don’t be afraid to ask,” Iwaizumi stepped up

“We are perfectly capable of protecting our manager but thanks,” Daichi growled

“Ok enough of that, let’s go,” Suga said, pushing Daichi back to the gym

Kiyoko took your hand and began to walk away when Ushiwaka stepped in your way

“I will crush them for you Yn,” he said, voice monotone and face passive

You just smiled wide before hugging him

Ushijima 👉🏻😐🫂

Everyone else 👉🏻😳😱

“What the hell Yn where is my hug? I was ready to mess up my spiking hand for you!” Tanaka cries as Ennoshita smacked him

You rolled your eyes before hugging the winged spiker

Tanaka, acting like he’s never been hugged by a girl before 👉🏻👁️💧👄💧👁️

“I WANT A HUG TOO YN!”

“ME TOO!”

“YN look what you started!” Daichi yelled as a line had now formed in front of you, all the guys wanting a hug

Don’t worry YN, he could never be mad at you for long 🥰

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Mr. “Pillow fort architect”

Bokuto, Asahi, Hinata, Tanaka, Komori, Koganegawa, Tendou, Inuoka, Lev

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and-claudia · 3 years

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After the War: Tech

(Tech x reader)

Disclaimer: I am not sure if this is considered a gender neutral reader. For this one I did use “they/them” but it is hinted at that reader was afab but doesn’t use “she/her” pronouns. So I didn’t want to tag it as gender neutral before I wasn’t sure if it was technically one or not.

This is Tech’s part of my “After the War” series for tbb. Each boy will get their own part. I hope you enjoy.

Links to the others:

Crosshair

Hunter

Echo

After they rescued Crosshair and got his chip removed they all decided to settle on a small moon with mainly small towns and only a few big city areas. Eventually they all figured out how to live like civilians.

Warnings: Slight angst ❤️‍🩹 (like tiny), Fluff at the end 🖤

When his brothers asked him what he was going to do now that they were free, none of them were surprised to hear that he wanted to become a professor. He was genius. He made it his goal to become a lead professor at the college in one of the cities where him and his brothers now lived. And he did just that.

He was content with his life. Until he met them. They were his complete opposite. Where he was very scheduled and methodical, they were disorganized and slightly chaotic. But they match his wits which was impressive for civvie.

They were the one to make the first one to make a move. They asked him to get coffee before they each had to go teach their classes. He agreed and was surprised to find out how much he enjoyed it.

"We should do this again sometime." He said as they left.

"I'd love that." They said before parting ways.

This became a tradition for them.

It started out as every Monday. Then every Monday and Friday. The every other day. Eventually it was an everyday thing. Finally he asked them out on a proper date. To say it went off with out a hitch would be an understatement.

Everyone was surprised when on their one year anniversary his partner proposed to him. They took him on a date to the University's astronomy tower and after lining the telescope for him to look though, got down on one knee so when he stepped away that is what he saw.

Their wedding was nothing crazy. Really just his brother and few of his partners close friends and family.

The discussion of kids never really came up until they were on a walk though the park on day and saw the kids playing on the playground there.

"Yn, have you ever entertained the idea of the two of us having a child together?" He asked.

"Not particularly. It's crossed my mind once or twice. But to be honest I'm quite content with just the two of us. And it's not that I don't necessarily want children, I would love to have a child eventually. I'm just not sure I'm ready for that. I mean I would have to be the one to carry the baby..." their voice faded some.

"Not necessarily." Tech said stopping for a moment and making them look at him.

"You know I'd never want or ask you to do something that you were uncomfortable with. There are other ways for us to have a child. If you wish for our child to be ours biologically we could look into having a surrogate. Or if the biology of our child isn't a concern of yours we could look into adopting a child." He said gently.

"I didn't even think of that." They whispered, "I think we should look into adopting. Come on!" They said suddenly very excited.

They grabbed his arm as the ran towards their apartment.

"Come on, Tech!" They said excitedly.

When they reached their apartment they got to work on looking up everything they could about adopting. It took a while for everything to get worked out but about a year later the two of them were walking back into their apartment as a family of three. They adopted a beautiful Twi'lek baby girl who's skin was the most beautiful shade of blue. She had Tech wrapped around her finger from the moment he saw her picture on his holopad. He cried the first time he got to hold her. She was already a couple months old when they were finally able to bring her home. She was currently learning to roll over on her own. Which was easier said than done considering Tech came to her aid anytime she made the smallest sound.

"Is she okay?" He asked rushing into the room the second he heard what may be the onset of crying. He scooped her up in his arms.

"Yes. She's frustrated because she couldn't see me. I was hoping she'd roll over so she could though." Yn said giving him a knowing look.

"My apologies." He said knowing what he had just done.

Yn waved it off and leaned over to kiss his cheek, "It's okay, cyar'ika, our little princess just has her daddy wrapped around her finger."

"That she does, indeed." He said smiling down at his little girl before going her a kiss on the forehead.

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#star wars #starwars #tech imagine #tech x reader #tech bad batch #tech one shot #the bad batch x reader #bad batch imagine #🖤#❤️‍🩹

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wonderswritings · 3 years

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Fighting For... Memento Mori

Summary: We survived the end of the world, again. What used to separate us, now unites us. What was just supposed to be ten years asleep, turned into a hundred twenty five. Now we’re somewhere new, a planet with unknown variables. We’ve been fighting for so long, maybe this time we can settle down. Maybe this time, we don’t have to fight.

Warnings: The 100 Themes so blood and gore I guess

Pairings: Bellamy Blake x Fem!Reader, Clarke Griffin x Twin!Fem!Reader

Fighting For… Masterlist

S6 Masterlist

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Previously:

“The people from earth? How many of them are hosts?” “We don’t know. YN was adamant that she was the only one.”

“Tell me something. Did this ferrari I’m wearing consent to giving up her body?”

“If they find out we killed YN, they will burn this world to the ground just like their last one.”

“They won’t understand. They’ll run. And we can’t let that happen, not when they could be the thing that saves us.”

“Relax. I played Vladimir in Godot, twice. How hard can YN be?”

“People with blood like mine are a target. The primes insisted.”

“Chill out. She’ll be fine.”

“Happiness looks good on you. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen you happy.”

“Madi will be fine.” “Fine? They gave YN a bodyguard for being a nightblood and she just sends Madi to school?”

“Why are you writing with your right hand? YN, are you feeling okay?”

“This is Sanctum's holiest place. You shouldn’t be here.”

“Familial love is a powerful motivator. People will do anything to ensure the survival of the ones they love.”

“Becca created the flame after apocalypse one. She obviously provided the tech to Eligius lll before that. That means that-” “They’re not commanders.”

“They’re immortal.” “They’re murders.”

“YN, you’re okay with this?” “Well, I didn’t say that. I just don’t think they pose a threat to us, that’s all.”

“They know everything,”

“How are we on different sides of this?”

“So we can judge them but not ourselves?” “You know I judge myself everyday.”

Murphy groaned as he leaned down, placing his head on his arms.

“Even the gods need sleep. Why don’t you, but the way?”

“Sleeplessness is common the first few nights in a new host. You can sleep when you’re dead, which will be never unless you’ve changed your mind.”

“I haven’t.”

“Good. Now wake up and show me how to be YN enough to fool her mother because no nightblood, no drive.”

Murphy laughed, shaking his head.

“Good luck with that. YN and her mother have never been close.”

“Why?”

“Families on the ark were only allowed one child. Abby gave YN up and she lived in the skybox till we went to earth. Then when YN’s daughter was killed, Abby told her it was her fault.”

Josephine tilted her head to the side, slightly making a face.

“YN had a daughter?”

“Yes. You have to remember this or you won’t fool anybody.”

“What happened?”

“Bellamy’s sister happened.”

“And she was with Bellamy, romantically.”

“Until Praimfaya where we were separated. Bellamy thought YN was dead and then he started to date Echo.”

Josephine made a face, slightly shaking her head.

“Ew.”

Murphy snorted, shaking his head.

“Okay, lightning round. What card do you play when Abby’s on her high horse?”

“Telling YN it was her fault for her daughter dying. Choosing the killer over her.”

“When you want to sprinkle in some shame?”

“Addiction.”

“Inspiration?”

Josephine made a face, tilting her head to the side.

“Uh, YN trying to surrender peace with Lexa and the grounders, inadvertently killing Finn, which saved him in the end, YN in the City of Light, YN giving up the title of Nyxlana.”

“You’ve softened the ground. She’s ready to break. Take the kill shot.”

“Daddy- the only one who loved her, executed for treason and turned in by Abby herself.”

Murphy nodded, smirking slightly.

“Not bad. Maybe you do pull this off.”

Josephine watched as the others walked out of the tavern, Murphy turning towards her.

“Back to Bellamy. There’s no foraging party, is there?”

“Sure there is, every morning.”

She shrugged, looking over at Murphy.

“He’s just not on it. He found out that I wasn’t YN.”

Murphy clenched his jaw, shaking his head.

“I swear to god, if you killed him-”

“I didn’t, but I will if I have to.”

“You don’t get it. If Bellamy knows that YN is dead-”

Murphy scoffed a laugh, shaking his head.

“Then all of this is for nothing. He may as well just kill himself now.”

Josephine scoffed, making a face.

“That seems a tad impulsive. I was thinking of giving it till second moon. That’s when the foraging party comes back and Echo finds out I was lying. You have until then to get him on the side of the angels.”

“The angels being us?”

“We’re all the hero of our own story, John. Come on. I'll take you to him.”

The guards standing outside the room jumped when they heard a scream, turning and sharing a look with each other before they slowly turned towards the room, slightly opening the door and sticking their head in. The man they were guarding was on his knees, tears streaming down his face, his head thrown back as he screamed. The guard leaned back, closing the door, returning to their position by the door. As soon as they were situated, there was a loud crashing sound, causing the guards to share another look before they opened the door again. The man was still crying, his chest heaving as he grabbed the things closest to him, throwing them. They closed the door again when he started to bang on the floor, screaming.

“It’s gonna be a long night.”

Bellamy groaned as he came too, shaking his head as he looked up at the ceiling. He jumped up when flashes of what happened appeared, the cable pulling him back down to the floor, causing him to huff.

“YN.”

He shook his head, tears forming as he pictured her, YN smiling as she pushed her hair back out of her face before her eyes widened, rolling back before her head rolled to the side. He threw his head back, shaking his head trying to get the image out of his head before he screamed.

“I��m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Bellamy was sitting in the middle of the room when the door opened, watching as the guards threw Murphy into the room.

“Let me go! What the hell are you doing?”

Murphy banged on the door as he yelled, causing Bellamy to sigh, shaking his head.

“Let me out!”

“Murphy.”

Murphy turned, looking down at Bellamy.

“Bellamy. You figured it out too huh?”

Bellamy nodded as Murphy turned, grinning slightly.

“I bet I can make something to cut this strap.”

Murphy walked towards the furniture Bellamy had broken, grabbing the broken chair leg, kneeling in front of Bellamy.

“Who else knows?”

“Nobody yet. Just us.”

“Clarke?”

Murphy shook his head as he tried to cut Bellamy’s cable, glancing at him.

“She’s been with Abby in the library. They uh- tried to offer me a deal.”

Bellamy made a face, watching Murphy as he slightly shook his head.

“What deal?”

“We agree not to retaliate, they help us build our compound.”

“And what did you say?”

“What do you think I said? It’s YN. she might not have been my favorite of late, but she’s still one of ours.”

“She cared about you Murphy. It might not have always seemed like it, especially after she beat you up, but she did. She cared about all of us and she would never let us die here.”

“You saying we should take the deal?”

Bellamy shook his head, clenching his jaw.

Murphy tilted his head to the side, smirking slightly.

“Where’s Blodreina when you need her?”

“Hey, save your energy.”

Bellamy pushed his hair back out of his face, something he’s done more than enough times as Murphy paced in front of him.

“You’re gonna need it.”

“Yeah? For what, another war?”

Murphy huffed, shaking his head as he turned towards Bellamy.

“Is that really what YN would want?”

Bellamy clenched his jaw, balling his hands into fists.

“I don’t know what YN would want. It’s too bad we can’t ask her.”

“Well, if you don’t know YN, then we’re all screwed. But you know what we do know? We know she wanted to do better. Somehow I don’t think risking all of our lives for revenge is a step in the right direction.”

Bellamy hit his hands together, looking down at the cable around his wrist, making a face.

“Why aren’t you restrained like me?”

“I don’t know.”

Bellamy stood up, shaking his head.

“Maybe I seem less likely to rip their heads off.”

“Why are you really here Murphy?”

“You really want to know?”

“Yeah.”

“Fine. I’m here to convince you to take the deal. There. I said it.”

Bellamy huffed a laugh, shaking his head.

“Why am I not surprised? What did you see when you died, Murphy?”

“I’m trying to save my own ass? Yeah, I am.”

Murphy stepped closer to Bellamy, shaking his head.

“But I’m also saving yours, just like I did during the red sun. Bellamy, if we take this deal, we get everything we want. We get to live.”

“Not YN.”

“We can’t bring her back. We can make sure the rest of us survive, starting with you. If you don’t take this deal, Josephine will kill you.”

“Let her try.”

“Oh, so that’s it then? We start another war? We destroy another planet? Is that what you want? Is that what Monty would have wanted?”

Bellamy grabbed Murphy by his shirt, yanking him towards him as he stepped over the cable.

“I loved her! I loved her and she’s dead!”

Murphy’s eyes widened as he nodded, sighing softly as he lifted his hands.

“I know man, I know, okay? And I’m sorry, but she’s dead. YN is dead. She’s gone.”

Bellamy shook his head, clenching his jaw as he let Murphy go.

“Monty- listen to me. Monty would be ashamed of you.”

“Maybe he would be.”

Bellamy jerked forward, causing Murphy to jump back.

“Maybe he’d see that this is how we do better.”

Bellamy turned around, looking out the window as tears formed in his eyes.

“Get out.”

Murphy walked towards the door, knocking. He walked out when it was open, turning back towards Bellamy.

“Don’t worry. I’ll do my best to make sure they only kill you.”

Bellamy turned when the door opened, taking a step back as Josephine walked into the room, the door closing behind her, holding her hands up in front of her.

“I don’t want to fight, okay?”

Bellamy felt the sting of tears as Josephine lowered her hands, shaking his head.

“Why are you here?”

“Because we’re both struggling to live with this, and I was hoping maybe we could help each other through it.”

Josephine pulled the knife down her sleeve as she stopped near Bellamy, turning when the door opened, glaring at Murphy as him and Russell walked into the room.

“You went to my father?”

Murphy shrugged as the doors closed, glancing at Josephine.

“I take big swings.”

Russell shook his head as he looked between Josephine and Bellamy, looking over at Josephine.

“What are you doing?”

“Saving us. He knows you killed YN, and, unlike the snake behind you, he will cry over spilled milk.”

Russell glanced back at Murphy before he shook his head, walking towards Josephine, leaning towards her.

“Enough. What the hell’s the matter with you? Have you become so callous to the feelings of others that you don’t remember what it’s like to lose someone you love?”

Josephine clicked her tongue as she turned her head to the side, Russell leaning back and looking over at Bellamy.

“I know you’re in pain. I know you want revenge. I would too.”

Josephine rolled her eyes as she walked past Russell, standing next to Murphy.

“We had a chance to bring back our daughter, and we took it. We didn’t consider the consequences.”

Josephine scoffed, chuckling as she shook her head.

“For god’s sake-”

Russell turned, glaring at Josephine.

“Be quiet.”

Murphy looked over at Josephine, huffing.

“Maybe you should just let the man speak.”

“Shut up Murphy.”

Bellamy and Josephine both spoke, Bellamy’s heart clenching at the thought of how him and YN would do the same thing. He clenched his jaw as Murphy shot him a look, walking towards him.

“I think you should hear him out. I think we can trust him.”

“Do you, now?”

“You can. Look. I can't bring your friend back, but I can guarantee safety for the rest of your people.”

Murphy walked to the window, taking a deep breath.

“We’ll share everything we’ve learned about surviving on this moon.”

Bellamy turned, glaring at Murphy.

“Why did our ship just take off?”

“Abby and Clarke are showing them how to make nightblood.”

Bellamy huffed, shaking his head.

“I take it she doesn’t know that one of her daughters is dead.”

He turned back towards Russell, scoffing.

“You’re gonna have to kill her, too. Same goes for Clarke, her twin. You think my need for revenge is strong?”

Bellamy grinned slightly, shaking his head.

“There’s only one way this ends.”

Josephine pulled the knife back down, gripping it as she walked towards Bellamy, ducking low.

“Josephine!”

Bellamy looked over at Russell when the cable cut loose, Josephine stepping to the side as Bellamy rushed towards Russell, punching him in the face. Russell gasped as he caught himself before he hit the floor. Murphy rushed towards them, trying to stop Bellamy.

“Bellamy, stop, alright? You don’t want them to kill all of us. Just think.”

Bellamy pushed Murphy back, Murphy gasping as he caught himself, shaking his head.

“Bellamy, come on. Don’t do this.”

Bellamy used the cable to wrap around Russell’s neck, pulling. As he yanked Russell up so he was standing, Russell grabbing the cable, trying to pull it away from his neck.

“I’m sorry daddy. Violence is all they know.”

Bellamy looked over at Josephine, Josephine nodding at him.

“If killing him is what you need, then do it, but let the violence end here, an eye for an eye.”

Bellamy dropped Russell, letting the cable go, Russell jumping up as he coughed. Josephine looked over at Murphy, handing him the mind drives, smirking.

“Big swings.”

Echo walked into the tavern, making a face as she walked towards Bellamy.

“Bellamy.”

Bellamy jumped up as Echo stopped in front of him, glancing at the others. “What’s going on?”

Bellamy took a deep breath, slightly shaking his head as tears formed.

“YN is dead.”

Echo gasped slightly as she leaned forward, hugging Bellamy. He tightened his hold on her, Echo leaning back, slightly shaking her head.

“So when do we attack?”

“We don’t.”

Echo made a face as Bellamy tuned, looking at the others.

“We do what YN would have done. We survive.”

He turned when he heard footsteps, watching as Madi walked down the stairs, Gaia standing up, tears in her eyes.

“Madi, hey.”

Madi walked towards Bellamy, Bellamy crouching slightly.

“I- I have something to tell you.”

Madi made a face, tilting her head to the side.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s YN. She- she’s dead.”

Tears formed in Madi’s eyes as she jerked forward, wrapping her arms around Bellamy. Bellamy took a deep breath, returning the hug as tears formed.

“I’m so sorry Madi.”

Bellamy walked out of the tavern, walking towards the pond. He sat down on the bench, tears streaming down his face as he hit his hand against his palm. He looked down at the water, sniffling when he saw a reflection of YN.

“I’m so sorry. I-”

She disappeared with a gust of the wind, Bellamy shaking his head.

“I love you.”

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shesawriter39049 · 3 years

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|Breakdowns & Bugatti’s| M|

***** Headcanon’s for my OT7 AU*****

Genre: Rich Kid AU/ Drama/ Suspense/ Smut/ Angst

AU SUMMARY : The story of 8 heirs, who also happen to be the children of some of the most powerful, and well known political figures in The Big Apple! This is a candid look at all of the sex, lies, drama, scandals, couture and boujee affairs that are caught both on, but more importantly off camera!

OR: Gossip girl meet’s HTGAWM? Essentially if GG was on HBO, darker, and had more depth within it’s plot! Which is no shade, I love me some Gossip Girl, but realistically looking back a lot of the “Drama” wasn’t that...deep lol! But we still loved it all the same!

Note: The first chapter is called “The Kim’s of New York” So these headcanon’s are solely the Kim boys & the OC! ALSO, I just tried to find the most discrete gif for the Y/N there is NO ethnicity for ANY of my OC’s! Also, it’s set to be a OT7 intertwined plot but the smut with the OC will prob only be 3/4 members deep!

***The sneak peek for part 1 which is Namjoon X Reader will be linked***

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Name: Namjoon Kim

Age: 21 Birth place: New York, New York

Current Residence: West Village, New York/ Songpa-Gu, Seoul Korea

Profession: Heir, College student, Entrepreneur, Art lover, Smartass, Heartbreaker (Closet fuck boi)

College: NYU (Incoming Junior)

Degree: Aiming for a Master’s in Journalism & Political communication. Endgame :Political Journalism

Preferred Degree: Opinion, Trade, or Art Journalism, or a Museum Curator (Namjoon actually anonymously runs a pretty popular art based travel blog)Namjoon also dabbles in that Soundcloud life making beats under an undisclosed name...however that’s just a hobby....so he says...

Business Type:....Co-owner/founder of an exclusive, invite only, dating service....do with that information what you will!

(Bonus Question ) Licensed Business?: LMAO….sure

Net Worth : 10 Figures

Dating Status : Closet Fuck Boi! Wait, is that not an option? Okay fine. He’s single...ish…Kinda? Well to be fair it depends on the time of day honestly! Is it a Sunday? Are we going to Brunch at Society Café? Or, is it Friday night and he’s going to the “Press Lounge”? More importantly is it election season and and does his father need him to not look like a hoe!? This is all crucial information, I need meticulousdetails honestly! So for the time being I guess I’ll have to pass on the question!

Aesthetic : Tom Ford X Hugo Boss X Valentino X Dior X Tommy Hilfiger = Couture Business Casual! I.E Namjoon always looks like he’s going to some business meeting with Elon Musk, and Jeff Bezos! Even if it’s like...noon on a Saturday and your going on a day trip to Nappa...He’s still in calfskin loafers and a disrespectfully tight button up. Namjoon’s giving like...hot college professor PornHub realness...Yup His whole “Scholar Student” Aesthetic is a whole ass kink and baby boy knows it!

Political Tie: Father, Joshua Kim, New York Senator

Parents : Father : Joshua Kim, (New York Senator, son of Billionaire tech Tycoon Sang Woo Kim) Mother: Christine Kim : Luxury Event planner

Siblings : Only child

Political Party: Democratic

Actual Political Party: Liberal Daily : Matte Black Porsche 911/ Satin Red Ferrari 458/ Bugatti Veyron Matte red

Name: Seokjin Kim (Jin Kim)

Age: 23

Birth place: London, England

Current Residence: Upper Eastside, New York/ Chelsea London

Profession: Existing, Retired Editorial Model, Entrepreneur, Occasional influencer (When he feels like it) IE, the influencer that never really asked for the titile...he’s just rich and living his life! I mean let’s be real who isn't curious to see how the -1% lives?!

College: University of Oxford

Degree: Maybe he has a Master’s in Business...maybe he dropped out!

Preferred Degree: Culinary Arts...or honestly...just chillin...maybe eventually open his own modeling firm or something down the line!

Business Type:....Jin casually runs high stakes poker matches...and that’s all you need to know for right now….

(Bonus Question ) Licensed Business?:...Again...that’s all you need to know right now…

Net Worth : 10 Figures

Dating Status : Single, and not in the mood to entertain….unless you’ll like...walk yourself out after then maybe...Oh also it’s a requirement that you’re aware there’s more luxury brands than Gucci and Louis Vuitton. Show up in anything straight monogram and Jin’s going flaccid on command!

Aesthetic : Chanel X Dior X Cavalli X Dolce X Fendi = On Duty Runway Model! It truly doesn’t matter if he’s going to brunch, the movies, or sitting front row at Galliano! Jin always looks like he should be front row at Galliano! Whilst also effortlessly looking 10x’S pretter than half of the bitches in Manhattan even on his worst day! Androgyny at its finest, well Jin and Judge Parks son are kinda tied in that department!

Political Tie: Father, David Kim, Mayor’s Chief of Staff/ “Ghost” press secretary

Parents : Father : David Kim, (Retired Corporate Attorney, son of Billionaire Oil Tycoon Hyun-Son Kim) Mother: Lisa Kim, Co- owner of Hotel Shailla, daughter of Michael Lee, Millionaire Entrepreneur )

Siblings : Taehyung Kim (20), Hae Jin Kim (29) Deceased...( Allegedly)

Political Party: Democratic

Actual Political Party: Honestly, Jin could give less than a damn

Daily : Matte Pink Aston Martin One, White Bugatti Chiron

Name: Taehyung Kim (Tae Kim)

Age: 20

Birth place: Rome, Italy

Current Residence: Cobble Hill, New York/ Pairs, France (When he’s not in school...or just on the weekends)

Profession: College student, Painter, Podcast Host, unwarranted fashion critique/ Stylist! Tae lowkey thinks his IG feed is the reprise of “Fashion Police” Joan Rivers bless rest her soul..she would’ve loved him!

College: Bernard (Sophomore)

Degree: Fine Arts (Painting/ Sculpture)

Preferred Degree: Exactly...what he’s doing...he enrolled at NYU for business. Lasted all of like...5 months before he dropped out!

Business Type:....Tae run’s a very...controversial late night Podcast appropriately titled “Tae unfiltered”! It wasn’t supposed to be a job, lord knows he doesn't need one...However due to the steady increase in his audience the youngest Kim is on track to ending up on Forbes without his inheritance.

(Bonus Question ) Licensed Business?:...Yup!

Net Worth: 10 Figures

Dating Status : Single, and more than ready to mingle, Tae essentially had the same girlfriend all throughout high school! The pair broke up maybe 7 months ago when she opted to go to college in London. So let’s just say he has a lot of making up to do and he’s very much….open to new experiences…

Aesthetic : Guicci X Gucci X Gucci X Gucci X Gucci = Gucci!? Nah, actually Tae, is fond of anything that doesn't...blend in...so Moschino, GCDS, Vetements, Kenzo, Balmain= If it lowkey looks like it could've been homemade...but it cost like bare minimum 4k! Or he just highkey looks exactly like you’d expect, like a very rich, art student who loves funky. abstract, unethical, clothing! Is he going to Coachella or to the farmers market? We may never know but that’s fine! He’s also young, and well aware that he’s fine as fuck, and that’s a whole ass problem! Tae may not have a ton of experience but he’s far from shy and more than down to learn...

Political Tie: Father, David Kim, Mayor’s Chief of Staff (Ghost press secretary)

Parents : Father : David Kim, (Retired Corporate Attorney, son of Billionaire Oil Tycoon Sang Tae Won Kim) Mother: Lisa Kim, Co- owner of Hotel Shailla, daughter of Michael Lee, Millionaire, Entrepreneur )

Siblings : Seokjin Kim (23), Hae Jin Kim (29) Deceased ( Allegedly)

Political Party: Democratic

Actual Political Party: Liberal AFFFFFFFFFFFFF

Daily : Lime Green Lamborghini Huracan/ Matte Grey Ferrari F60

Name: Yn/Ln

Age: 21

Birth Place: Paris, France

Current Residence: Upper East Side, New York/ Dubai

Profession:...Taking pictures, of both herself and other people, ugh...looking attractive? Does that count? Oh being well dressed...Self taught photographer, Fashion Blogger, Creative Director,Entrepreneur...

College: N/A ...Possible freshman at NYU or Bernard or, FIT for Photography & or Fashion

Degree: N/A... IF, she went it would be for Fine Arts/ Fashion degree for Creative Direction

Preferred Degree: Honestly, none, she lives and breathes fashion and due to her lifestyle Y/n already has the type of connections that up and coming photographers would die for! BUT...said college degree would shut her father up...so it’s a possibility! However, it’s not like he considers photography or being a fashion influencer a real job anyway...sooo she mideswell just not even bother!

Business Type:....Existing? Her main job is essentially...breathing...and occasionally taking pictures of other people! Oh, and herself as well, she get’s paid to post daily content! She runs a website called “MyJobIsToBeWellDressed” Co-owner of an exclusive invite only dating service!

(Bonus Question ) Licensed Business?: Yes and...(lmao)...for the first part, where her blog and all of that is concerned, yes...she’s 1099 the full nine! The other job however...................mmm... next question?

Net Worth: 10 Figures

Dating Status :YOLO

Aesthetic : 90’s Couture meet’s “House of Yes” @ 3 AM ( Back when luxury brands weren’t afraid to have fun and be a little risque) Chanel X Versace X Dolce X Prada X Gucci X Galliano = Well kept sugar baby??? Or every time you see her your literally like “Dude where the fuck are you even going!!??” Baby girl is always overdressed, she showed up to go on a doggy date through central park with Yoongi and Holly in 7 inch Louboutin’s sooo..we love that! Owns literally every vintage 90′s runway archive you can think of...If you’ve gagged over it on Pinterest it’s in Y/n’s closet. She’s smooth as all fuck...that’s for damn sure, radiating the perfect blend of BD and WAP energy....she’s a bad bitch and she knows it! Fuck the entire upper Eastside knows it!

Political Tie: Father, Christopher L/N, New York Senator

Parents: Father : Christopher L/N, (New York Senator, son of Billionaire Automotive Tycoon/ Real Estate Mogul Gregory L/N/ ) Mother: Ashley L/N, (luxury) Interior Designer & Daughter of Hotel Mogul Michael L/N

Siblings: Only child...maybe

Political Party: Democratic

Actual Political Party: Liberal

Daily : Matte Black Bugatti Divo / Satin Purple Lamborghini Murcielago/ Any car that any of her friends are driving because...fuck that, ridding shotty all day!

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There they are!!

The sneak peek is linked below...part 1 is Namjoon X Reader

However Jin and Tae are briefly introduced...and they will eventually have induvial chapters as well!

SNEAK PEEK

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gamerwoo · 4 years

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Seventeen: The Xperiments Masterlist

Growing too strong to stay at the lab you grew up in, you’re shipped off to South Korea to continue your life in their much bigger and more high-tech lab. That’s where you meet thirteen other experiments who are just like you, only knowing life inside the labs which consists of constant inhuman studies and awful mistreatment. However, being kept solitary for your whole life, you find it difficult to trust even the experiments who know exactly what you’ve gone through. But the labs simply creating these experiments because they can may not be the only reason for your existence, and trusting the other experiments might be your only way to freedom -- assuming you can stay hidden from the white coats.

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(More parts will be added as they’re written)

Intro/Part One: New Home

Part Two: First Impressions

Part Three: Talk

Part Four: Five Days

Part Five: Flashbacks

Part Six: Why

Part Seven: Wild Card

Part Eight: The Final Decision

Part Nine: Into Action

Part Ten: X

Part Eleven: Off The Grid

Part Twelve: Burned Out

Part Thirteen: Psycho-Something

Part Fourteen: Too Much

Part Fifteen: Body Count

Part Sixteen: The First Family Outing

Part Seventeen: Partners In Crime

Part Eighteen: The Forgotten Experiment

Part Nineteen: Worth It

Part Twenty: Reconnect

Part Twenty-One: What Happened to Dr. Eric

Part Twenty-Two: The Date

Part Twenty-Three: Unexpected Visitor

Part Twenty-Four: Fight or Flight

Part Twenty-Five: The Final Plan

Epilogue

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Moodboards

Chan

Hansol

Jeonghan

Jihoon

Joshua

Junhui

Minghao

Mingyu

Seokmin

Seungcheol

Seungkwan

Soonyoung

Wonwoo

Reader/YN

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Misc

The Xperiments as a Netflix series

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Sirius Black Must Die: Chapter Two

Sirius Black X Ravenclaw Fem Reader

Disclaimer: Since it’s an AU in the present day without Voldemort, the muggle-borns and half-bloods can use present day technology. I like to think the pure bloods have their version of muggle technology, wiz-tech if you will

MASTERLIST

Before heading to detention, Alessia talked to Sirius in the Gryffindor common room, Ximena talked to Sirius in the Great Hall, and Catalina talked to Sirius in their transfiguration class. Sirius said the same thing to the three of them.

“You know, I don’t know why girls say stuff like that. I mean, I think they’re just jealous of what we have. Because we share something special. Something we don’t have to label. You know it’s an unspoken bond and I love how secure you are.” Sirius said to them and they end up making out.

The three girls went to McGonagall’s office to receive their punishment and they saw that YN was already there.

“Because you four fought each other during Defense Against the Darks Arts, the four of you will have to polish the silver in the trophy room without magic. 5 points removed from each of your houses, now get to work.” McGonagall said. The four girls made their way to the trophy room and Alessia spoke up.

“So I talked to Sirius, it was sweet. He said he felt bad for you and that you were jealous because we share something special. Something that we didn’t have to label because...” Alessia was interrupted.

“Because it’s our unspoken bond and I just love how secure you are?” Catalina filled in the blank. YN was just watching this whole thing unravel

“And it hurts me to hear you question it? Because you’re the..” Ximena started

“Only girl for me?!?” The three girls completed in anger.

“I can’t believe that total arse said the same thing to all of us.” Catalina said as she stopped on the middle of the corridor.

“Figures. First he makes up with us, then he shags us..” Alessia started but was interrupted by Ximena.

“Wait, The two of you shagged?” Ximena asked curiously.

“Sirius and I share something special.” Alessia said as she begins to walk down the corridor and they finally make it to the trophy room. YN was the only one that started polishing the silver because apparently the girls haven’t finished her Sirius Discussion.

“Like what? Like how you both have been in your pants?” Ximena accused. YN winced, Ximena seemed so sweet, never saw this side of her.

“No, of course not. We both like quidditch, have similar music taste, and have excellent stamina.” Alessia said, YN gagged as she was polishing.

“Gryffin-whore” Catalina said in between coughs.

“Oh right, like you haven’t been slithering in his bed like the snake you are?” Alessia replied. “Besides, I don’t know about you two, but Sirius and I belong together. We’re co-captains of the quidditch team, we’re both Gryffindors, and we’re both incredibly hot.”

“Oh, like he’d take either of you two seriously” Ximena said, tired of Alessia and Catalina fighting.

“Don’t lump me with her!” Catalina said pointing at Alessia.

“So what, now you think you’re better than me?” Alessia questioned angrily and offended.

“Just shut up.” YN said quietly but it seems like they heard her.

“Excuse me?” Ximena questioned offended.

“What?” Catalina and Alessia questioned annoyed.

“Sorry, forget I said anything.” YN said and went back to polishing.

“If you have something to say, say it, we won’t get mad. At least I won’t, don’t know about the other two.” Ximena said sweetly and gave YN a shy smile. YN smiled back.

“I’ll say what’s on my mind when the three of you start helping me, we will get this done a lot quicker.” YN said and the three girls started polishing the silver after they picked up the rags that was left for them. “Okay so about this Sirius Black guy. Did he call you guys “love”, “darling”, or “sweetheart” when you went on your so-called dates? Yeah, he doesn’t do it out of affection, it’s so he doesn’t mix up your names. He’s all about an unspoken bond or something special but never about a real relationship? Like he never asked you guys to be his official girlfriend. This whole arrangement was your idea so you feel guilty he cheated. Tell me if I’m warm.” YN said.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were the fourth girl Sirius was hooking up with.” Alessia commented, laughing a little as she was polishing.

“Um no, but I knew a guy like him back home.” YN said.

“You’re right, he’s always making me feel guilty.” Ximena said as she turned to YN.

“It seems to me that if a guy treats you like that..” YN started but was interrupted by Alessia.

“That you’d break up with him, blah blah blah blah.” Alessia said as she put down the final piece of silver.

“Sirius would have another girlfriend in a second.” Catalina said,

“I didn’t say I’d break up with him, I would get even.” YN said,

“Who are you?” Alessia asked,

“She’s YN, she’s in our DADA class, a ravenclaw, and a year below us.” Ximena explained to Catalina and Alessia. “I’m a Hufflepuff, I know everyone.”

“I’m glad to see that we’re in first name basis.” YN commented.

“I mean if we’re gonna take Sirius down, we kinda have to be.” Alessia said and that’s when YN had a small stroke.

“I’m sorry what?” YN asked confused.

“Your plan to get even with Sirius? Like if we want this to hit hard, we need to start planning ASAP.” Catalina said.

“Ooh yes, we can meet in the kitchens, just tickle the pear in the portrait and it will open. This way we can plan this in secret and have snacks.” Ximena suggested. “Do we go after detention or wait a little while so no one gets suspicious?”

“Maybe wait a little while. And if all else fails, you can come to the Ravenclaw common room, just Google the riddle on your phone if you guys get stuck.” YN said. A few minutes later, they were finished polishing the silver and YN went to the Ravenclaw common room after answering the riddle correctly. She saw Charlie studying.

“Hey, Squirt, how was detention?” Charlie asked.

“I guess it was fine. Still hate the fact that I got detention for ‘vulgar language’ like what the fuck.” YN said and Charlie laughed.

“Can believe that. You swear like a sailor.” Charlie said.

“Yeah whatever, I’ll be in my room listening to music if you need me, dear Charlie.” YN said as she went to her dorm room and put on her headphones to listen to music until she dozed off.

When she woke up from her nap, she saw Alessia, Catalina, and Ximena by her bed.

“For fucks sake, what are you guys doing in my room?” YN asked.

“Your friend Charlie let us in. He’s really cute, sadly he’s younger than me.” Alessia said.

“He was held back, you can go for it. You’re here for the plan?” YN asked as she sat up on her bed.

“Yes actually. How do we go about killing Sirius Black?” Catalina asked.

“I mean there’s always the killing curse...” YN muttered.

“Not literally, my dear Ravenclaw, I meant like killing his reputation and everything he stands for, you know? Like he’s the face of the Marauders, he’s basically worshipped by every guy at Hogwarts minus the Slytherins obviously. And literally every girl drools for him.” Catalina said as she started to fidget with a stuffed bear on top of your trunk.

“I guess that depends. I mean what made you attracted to Sirius?” YN said.

“Well because of quidditch, his body is toned. His long fluffy hair that frames his face perfectly, his perfectly plump lips that are so soft against yours, how he knows how to kiss every spot just right..” Alessia said as she started to close her eyes, imagining everything,

“Hey, Gryffin-whore, please pay attention.” Catalina said and Alessia looked at her with squinting eyes “Sorry, Alessia, stop day dreaming about fucking Sirius.”

“I guess it’s just everything. Like he’s cocky but not so cocky that he’s unbearable. He has this sort of arrogance and confidence to him. Like he knows he’s hot and he owns that shit when he’s walking down the corridor. He’s incredibly charming, knows the right things to say, and like Alessia said, he knows how to kiss.” Ximena said, the two girls agreed. YN was writing all of this down on her laptop that her father gave her.

“What are you doing?” Alessia asked,

“Documenting our plan to destroy Sirius, we can’t just wing it, it has to be well thought out.” YN said. “Know, how do we destroy a man like Sirius Black?”

“I mean, he’s literally ALWAYS with someone, you know? Like he always has a girl with him or around him or literally all over him.” Ximena said.

“Yeah, I know, I saw him and Cat making out at the Three Broomsticks.” YN commented. “Wait, Can I call you Cat?”

“Yeah, it’s fine. And I can’t believe you saw that. Wait, that’s how you found out!” Catalina exclaimed.

“Yeah actually, I should have said something earlier.” YN said.

“Nah, we probably wouldn’t have believed you anyway.” Cat shrugged it off.

“I got it? To destroy Sirius Black we have to make him undatable! But it can’t be superficial, it has to be like his manliness, his ego, we need to destroy his confidence so that way he thinks twice about cheating.” Ximena said.

“Ooh, I like it, Hufflepuff. Didn’t know you had a dark side, Sunshine.” Alessia commented making Ximena smile shyly, she’s adorable. “But how do we do that?”

“We could always brew a Bulgeye potion to make his eyes swell.” Catalina said.

“But that’s a superficial thing.” Ximena said.

“Not if it happens when he’s on a date. I can slip the potion into his drink and when he’s on a date, his eyes bug out like crazy.” Cat said,

“Ooh that’s good, I like your thinking, but how about we go a little stronger, maybe a fungiface potion, make his face break out in fungi.” YN suggested.

“Evil, I like it, how long does it take to make?” Alessia asked.

“I’m not sure, probably 5 days.” YN said.

“Great, we can start tomorrow, I can ask professor Slughorn if he can let us use the potions lab for some extra practice, he will just eat that up.” Cat said.

“That’s good, that’s good. Give me your numbers so we can have a group chat.” YN suggested.

“Perfect, that way we can talk and no one will be suspicious about the four of us hanging out and being friends all of a sudden.” Ximena said. The girls exchanged their phone numbers and it was all good.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but how come none of you noticed or why did you guys stay with him if he made you feel guilty?” YN asked.

“The three of us never got along. I think it was because of the train ride going to Hogwarts first year.” Alessia said.

“I remember that we were talking about which house we wanted to get into and we started bad mouthing each other’s houses. I guess we just never got over that, until now I mean.” Cat said.

“Well I’m glad you’re over it, and now go to your dorm before my roommates come in.” YN said, they all said goodbye and left, that was when Amara came in the room.

“What are you doing with them? They literally couldn’t stand each other yesterday.” Amara said.

“It’s nothing, Amara, we were just hanging out. You know, being in detention together actually helps you make friends.” YN said.

“Are you referencing The Breakfast Club, Lemonade Mouth, School Gyrls, or that one scene in the Power Rangers movie?” Amara asked.

“Breakfast Club, but I’m glad you understand Muggle pop culture.” YN said.

“Yeah okay, I hope you know what you’re doing, YN. Wouldn’t want to you to forget who your real friends are.” Amara said,

“I could never, you’re like my big sister. You up to watch a movie?” YN asked,

“Sure, I pick the movie though” Amara said as she sat next to YN to pick a movie from her laptop. YN was thinking about what Amara said and the plan for Sirius Black. What they were doing wasn’t bad, it was more like prancing him. He pranks the younger students all the time. It was perfectly harmless.

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