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xojennyboo · 4 months

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A/N: hello everyone! This is another request that I received. Thank you once again to the person who requested this. Truly happy that you guys enjoy my writing. Out of privacy, I won’t be putting the name of the person who requested this imagine. I do hope you enjoy it. Don’t forget to reblog, vote, comment, like, and submit your requests. Once again thank you. Also, did you see Harry this weekend! Our baby looks so handsome! Happy reading!

Warnings: smut, alcohol, unprotected sex, pregnancy

Imagine requested: Where Y/N and Harry have a one-night stand at his flat in London. They’re both drunk and end up having sex. Although that night turns into a week of fun. Y/n lives in the U.S, New York to be precise, where Harry also purchased a property there, and find out she’s pregnant with Harry’s baby.

You couldn’t believe that you were finally here. London, England. A place where you’ve always wanted to visit. Fortunately, it was where your best friend lives. He was finally on vacation after touring for more than a year and he flew you out to London to spend time with him. You couldn’t believe it at first until he sent you the confirmation email of the flight that he had booked for you. You currently lived in New York. You’ve known Harry for over 5 years now and you’ve established a great friendship. You could confide in him for whatever and he felt the same way.

Once you landed in London, Harry had sent a car to pick you up, not wanting the attention on both of you if he were to show up. Whenever you two were together, he always attempted to be discrete about everything, not wanting the media to hurt you in any way possible. He wanted to protect you from the dark side of being famous, which you understood. You knew how the media could twist things around and make you look like the bad guy. It was a judgmental world, all eyes on you waiting for you to fuck up. One of the many reasons as to why Harry went out of his way to protect your friendship.

You were currently staying at his house in London. The atmosphere here reminded you of back home, always busy with many people walking to their destination. At first you were awe struck, looking at all of the beautiful architecture, finding the old school vibe to be charming. Harry’s house was beautiful, the home giving you a calming and serenity vibe. Somewhere to come to and escape the outside world. With his career you weren’t surprised that he wanted to get that vibe.

“Want to cook dinner tonight or order in?”, he asked you, pouring wine into two glasses in the kitchen. “To be honest, I’m feeling quite lazy at the moment, so let’s order in”, you admit, hearing a deep chuckle from the kitchen. You were super confortable around Harry. He wasn’t one to judge you at all, which is why your friendship worked so well. You didn’t see him as Harry Styles, the heartthrob, but Harry Styles the person, which he loved. You hear his bare feet pad against the wooden floor as he made his way towards the couch in his living room, handing you the glass of red wine. “Thank you”, you mumble, immediately taking a sip and letting the bittersweet taste down your throat. “Mmm, it’s really good”, you say, positioning yourself in a more comfortable position on the couch.

“I’m glad you liked it. I picked out a few bottles before your arrival. I know how much you like your reds”, he says, taking a small sip of his wine. You couldn’t help but smile and blush at his small gesture. “So, what are we thinking for tonight? Sushi, Chinese, Thai…”he suggests. You haven’t had sushi in a while, and it was always your go to. Without thinking twice about it, you both answered together, saying ‘Sushi’ at the same time causing you both to laugh.

He placed the order on his phone mentioning that the food would arrive in about half an hour. This gave you the perfect opportunity to shower before dinner. Gulping your last sip of wine in your glass, you placed the glass in the coffee table and got up. “I’m going to shower real quick and get more comfortable. Let me know when the food arrives”, you say before going into the guest bedroom. Once you were done with your shower, you got into a comfy silk pajamas, putting on the matching robe to cover yourself. With your slippers on, you walked out the room and went into the living room. You heard Harry talking to someone, assuming the delivery guy. Your assumptions were right when he walked into the kitchen with a big bag of food.

You poured your second glass of wine, his glass too, as he stood there, staring at you. You didn’t say anything, watching as he caught himself, walking towards the island in the middle of the kitchen and taking out the sushi. “Everything looks delicious”, he says, watching as you handed him the glass of wine and sitting down in front of you, the platter of sushi in between you both. “It sure does”, you happily say, your starving self getting your sauces ready to devour the sushi in front of you. “So tell me, how’s New York treating you?”, he asks, popping a roll into his mouth. “It’s treating me well. I walk to work every day, making sure your marketing is up to date”, you giggle, popping a piece into your mouth as well. “Ah yes, that’s always important”, he says taking a sip of his wine. “I got a new apartment, so much nicer than the old place. So I’ve been busy decorating the place and making it more homey”, you say.

“Oh nice, can’t wait to go see it. You know I’ve purchased a penthouse in the city recently. I have yet to go see it though”, he tells you making your heart skip a beat a bit. “Really? Where?”, you ask, feeling giddy inside. “On the upper east side. I figured that if I went to go visit you more, I could have a place to stay”, he teased making you laugh. “Or you could’ve just stayed with me”, you say throwing your head back as you finished your second glass of wine. You could already feel the slight buzz in your system, definitely indicating your lightweight. “Another?”, he asks, gulping down his wine. You simply nodded, eating your food. “Although staying with you sounds nice, I do want to give you your space. Once people find out where I live, they’ll be photographers outside and I don’t want them invading your privacy”, he says making your heart melt.

‘Why are you suddenly feeling this way’, you thought to yourself. It must be the wine talking. “You’re very sweet. But I wouldn’t mind you staying over. You should know that”, you say taking your third glass of wine from him. “I know love. But like I said, I don’t want your privacy to be jeopardized”. Without saying another word to each other, you sat there eating your sushi. He would occasionally feed you a roll, you doing the same. Once you had devoured the platter of sushi, you were already on your sixth glass of wine, making you tipsy as hell. You weren’t drunk to the point you didn’t know what you were doing, but tipsy enough to not know what you were saying. When you were in this state you said whatever came to your mind, and sometimes it got you in trouble.

You were sitting on the couch now, Harry by your side as you finished your 7th glass. You looked at the counter in the kitchen from your position and realized you were on your way to finishing the third bottle of wine. “Was this your plan Mr. Styles?”, you say, giggling for god knows what reason. This caused Harry to chuckle, the alcohol clearly taking effect on his as well, his eyes more glassy than usual. “I have no idea what you’re talking about Y/n”, he says, his head falling back on the couch as he finished his glass of wine. You couldn’t help but watch him intently, really looking at his features, and his body, he was a beautiful human being with a pure heart. Over the years you felt very protective of him, not wanting ugly people to hurt him in any way.

“Are you checking me out?”, he says looking at you. Clearing your throat, you sat up on the couch and adjusted your position, your cheeks turning a bright pink from him catching you and also the alcohol. “I don’t mind you know, you, checking me out”, he mumbles, his eyes averting from you and now looking up at the ceiling. “I do it all of the time with you”, he confesses, making your neck snap in his direction. His eyes were closed, and he talked, this causing you to want him. “What?”, you ask, his eyes opening up and looking at you. “What? You haven’t noticed?”, he says making your core twitch a bit.

He sat up, turning his body towards you, leaning his body over until you were face to face. “I watch you, admiring your beauty, inside and out”, he whispers, feeling his alcoholic breath hitting your face. Your lips were slightly ajar, afraid to say a word at his confession. His gaze fell between your parted lips and your glassy eyes. “Every time I see you, I can’t help but think about the things I would want to do with you”, he whispers, making your breath hitch. “Y-you do?”, you stutter, feeling the sexual tension growing between the two. “Yeah”, he says, coming closer to you. “What kind of things?”, you ask, finding the small bit of confidence to find out what he means. Your gaze fell to his lips, watching as his lips formed a small smirk. “I think it would be more fun to show you rather than tell you”, he tauntingly says.

“Yeah?”, you say, “yeah”, he replies back. Without thinking twice about it you climb on top of him, straddling his waist with your legs. Your lips instantly attached, kissing one another with lust. This was definitely the alcohol talking cause if you were sober enough you wouldn’t have imagined this happening right now. His hands were on your hips, the silk of your robe feeling nice against his big hands. He squeezed your hips, wanting to feel some kind of friction on his, now hard, dick. You gave in, fully sitting on his Hal, your clothed cunt on his clothed cock, the bulge giving you a slight pressure. You grinded your hips on his as you kissed one another, his hands gliding up your body and to your shoulders, slipping the silk robe off of you. “You look so beautiful in this little set. Did you wear this for me?”, he mumbles against your lips. You moaned against his lips, feeling the material slip down your arms immediately feeling the coolness of the room.

His hands went to your ass, squeezing your cheeks as you grinded on him, moaning against your lips. You were both needy for one another, your lust taking over your bodies and not caring about anything at the moment, just wanting to have one another. You hands found the hem of his shirt, pulling it up his body until it was completely off, his torso on full display. Your lips reattached to his lips, slowly kissing down his face, to his throat where you sucked on the skin, leaving small red bruises. The pressure you were feeling on your clothed clit was becoming too much, wanting to feel him better. Harry noticed, as your movements ceased. Without thinking about it, he got up from the couch, leading you to the bedroom, your thighs still wrapped around his waist.

He placed you on the bed, taking your shorts off along with your camisole, reveling your bare breasts and clothed pussy. He let out a small whimper as he crawled over your body and attaching his needy lips to yours. Your legs wrapped around his waist once again, pulling him down to feel some friction. His lips trail down your neck, kissing and sucking on the hot skin. Your breathing heavy, not believing this was happening. His lips kissed down to your chest, leaving wet licks on your skin, until he reached your breasts. Taking your nipple in his mouth he sucked on the sensitive nub, electricity shooting through your body. You moaned as his tongue swirled around your nipple, his teeth biting the small nub. He repeated the same action with the other one, making you more wet than you already were.

His lips trailed down your torso now, sucking on your skin until he reached your core. He blew on the sensitive clothed area, causing shivers and goosebumps to appear all over your body. He brought his hand up to your heat, slowly rubbing your through your wet panties. Your eyes immediately rose back, finally getting some prominent friction. Your hips moved against his hand, loving the pressure he was giving you. His finger put the material to the side, his mouth blowing cool air on it making you whine in anticipation. “Look how wet you are love. All for me?”, he asks. “All for you Harry”, you gasped as his finger played with your bare clit. He gently massaged the small nub causing you to moan. His finger dipping into your wetness, a string on your arousal on his finger and he placed his finger in his mouth. Your lips parted as you saw the sexy scene in front of you. “Mmmm, so sweet”, he says before going down and attaching his mouth to your pussy.

Instantly your mouth opened, moans emitting out of it at how good Harry was eating your out. The small stubble on his face tickling your inner thighs. Your hips moved to the rhythm of his tongue, the noise of your wetness on his tongue turning you on even more. “Oh fuck, Harry. That feels so good. Just like that baby”, you moan, your hands gripping the bedsheets. His hand reach up to grab your hand, placing it on his hair for you to grip. He lightly bit your swollen clit making you gasp and tighten the grip on his hair. He groaned at the feeling, causing him to move his face closer to your pussy, his tongue dipping into your wetness and nose rubbing on your clit. You were falling apart in front of his eyes, your torso tensing at the feeling of you about to explode. But, before you could he stopped, kissing up your body and kissing your lips, tasting yourself on his tongue.

“You taste so good”, he whispered attaching your lips again. Without breaking the kiss, you took his sweats off with your feet, wanting to feel him inside you. He finished taking the off, revealing his naked lower half. You whined watching his cock spring to life, his size arousing you again. “Ready?”, he says. You nodded you head and soon he was pushing into you making both of you moan against each others lips. He thrusted into you with no mercy, hitting your cervix with each thrust. You couldn’t stop moaning his name, feeling the pressure coming back. Your wet walls squeezing his cock as he thrusted into you. The bed moving and hitting the wall with each of his thrusts. Your perky breasts bouncing up and down as he grabbed you by your thighs and thrusted. You could see the sweat emitting from his body, his tattoos glistening.

“H-Harry I’m about to come”, you whine, closing your eyes ready to come all of over him. “Me too love. Look at me”, he grunted. With just a few more thrusts you both came against on another, Harry riding your highs until both of you calmed down. All you could think was Holy Shit.

That happened three weeks ago. Now you were back in New York, working and living your life. After that night, you constantly had sex with him until you had to come back home. You didn’t establish any labels, enjoying everything in the moment. You didn’t have to talk about your feelings since you both felt comfortable with one another. You were currently in your new apartment watching the city life through your window. You couldn’t believe you found your dream apartment. You loved spending time here, and you didn’t care if it came with being a loner. As long as you were here in the comfort of your apartment you didn’t care.

Harry was to stop by in two weeks. He needed to establish some business with Pleasing and also wanted to show you his new penthouse. You walked towards your kitchen, pouring water in your water bottle. When you closed it, you looked at your calendar to see if you had anything planned. You didn’t, but you couldn’t help but look at the small red circle that indicated your beginning of your period. You were a week late, which never happened. Your period was always on time and always fell on the exact date, so this caught you by surprise. Without giving it a second thought you booked an appointment with your OBGYN, thankfully having a spot for you today.

During that appointment you mentioned your regular cycles. She asked you if you were sexually active, which you replied yes, not thinking anything of it. You knew that you were using protection with Harry after the first time, although your memory was a bit blurred trying to think of the first time. She took some blood samples and a urine test, giving you results in a couple of minutes. “Alright Y/n. The results came back and everything looks good, with you and the baby”, she says with so much optimism. You instantly froze at the mention of the word baby. “What?”, you shakily ask. “You’re pregnant y/n”, she says, giving you a copy of your results. “You’re about two weeks right now, so pretty early. I’ll give you another appointment for next month, just make sure you’re eating right, don’t drink alcohol, and do a bit of exercise to stay active”, she says before getting up. “Okay”, you say, still being shocked. “I’ll give you a couple of minutes. I’ll give the script to the receptionist so she can schedule you your appointment. I hope you have a nice day and congratulations”, she says before walking out the door.

You sat there for what felt like forever, 10 minutes to be exact, in pure shock. You were pregnant with Harry’s baby. How could you let this happen. You were both reckless that night. How were you going to tell him. How is he going to take the news. After so many years of trying to protect him and him trying to protect you from the media, you did the one thing that could make or break him, in your opinion. You weren’t even dating for crying out loud. It was a week of pure fun and sex and being with each other and then going back to your regular lives. You got up from the chair and went to the receptionist to schedule your appointment for next month. “We’ll see you next month Miss Y/L/N, have a great day”, she smiles giving you a small card with the appointment on it.

As soon as you walked out of the door, you hear your phone ring, looking at it and seeing that it was Harry. “Of course. Speak of the devil himself”, you mumble to yourself. You decided not to answer, feeling too overwhelmed with the news you just received. You walked to your apartment in silence, thinking of how you were going to give Harry the big news. Of course, you were going to wait as long as possible, especially since he’ll be here in a couple of weeks. Maybe you’ll tell him then. Once you got into your apartment you saw him calling again, not answering him. You didn’t trust your emotions right now, and you didn’t want him finding out or questioning you right now. Your phone buzzed. A message from him. “Hey, are you alright? Please answer”, the message read. “Hey, I’m a bit busy at the moment. I’m alright. I’ll reach out when I’m free”, you reply back, throwing your phone on the couch as you walked to your bedroom.

Standing in front of your mirror, you lift your shirt up to reveal your stomach. You stood sideways, trying to see if there was any sign of you brewing pregnant. You looked normal, you didn’t feel weird at all. You caressed your lower stomach, imagining how your belly would grow in a couple of months. “How are we going to tell your dad little one”, you whispered to your belly. Your thoughts were then interrupted by a knock on your door, immediately pulling your shirt down and looking around as if you were just caught. “Get your shit together y/n”, you scold yourself, walking towards the door and opening it. Harry stood on the other side of the door, a worried expression on his face. “Harry?! What are you doing here?”, you asked, shocked that he was in New York. He wasn’t supposed to be here until two weeks from today. “I wanted to surprise you”, he says, walking into the apartment. He had a big bouquet of flowers in his hands, admiring your apartment.

“Wow. This place looks great”, he says, turning towards you and handing you the bouquet of roses. Instantly your heart swelled with emotion. “Thank you, they’re beautiful”, you say, walking towards the kitchen and placing them on the counter. “Are you alright? I’m sensing you’re a bit off?”, he asks, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his body. You couldn’t help but stiffen a bit, turning around in his arms to look at him. “I’m fine, just a bit tired”, you lie. “As long as you’re alright. I wanted to surprise you so I came earlier. Couldn’t stop thinking about you”, he confesses, his eyes on you. “Really?”, you ask, your heart fluttering. “Well yeah. After your visit in London I couldn’t get you off my mind”, he says, taking your hands in his and kissing it.

“Harry…”, you start saying but he stops you by planting a small kiss on your lips. “Don’t say anything. I know this might be a lot to take in, but I wanted to let you know how I was feeling”, he says. You didn’t say anything else, just wanting to spend time with him like old times. The whole day he spent admiring the view from your apartment and helping you pick out some cool pieces of furniture. All with the thoughts of having his baby growing inside your womb in this very instant. By the end of the day you were tired, falling asleep on the couch in his arms.

The nest more in, you abruptly got up, feeling the need to throw up. You ran towards the bathroom, emptying your already empty stomach in the toilet. You feel Harry’s hand pull your hair out of the way. “Love, are you sure you’re alright?”, he asked worriedly. You got up and flushed the toilet, going towards the sink to brush your teeth. “Yeah, might be a small bug”, you say, avoiding eye contact. He didn’t pressure you as he walked out the door and into the kitchen. You decided on showering before making your way downstairs where you smelled the breakfast that he was cooking. “Feeling better?”, he asks you. “Hmm, yeah. Just hungry”, you admit. He handed you a plate of food and you started eating the delicious food.

Once you were done with breakfast, you helped clean up, even after him telling you no. Once you were done, you couldn’t help but feel the nausea coming back. You ran to the bathroom again, spilling your guts out. Fuck, why did this have to happen when he was here. It was like the baby was already telling you to tell him. “Y/n, this is the second time love. Should I take you to the doctor?”, he quietly asks, causing your eyes to tear up, afraid to tell him. You flushed the toilet again, getting up to brush your teeth in silence. He just stood there and watched you. Tear ran down your face as you brushed your teeth, his expression becoming soft, his eyes with sadness as he watched you cry. “Baby…what’s wrong?”, he says, kissing your cheek as he wrapped his arms around you. You rinsed your mouth from toothpaste and turned around. He cleaned the tears from under your eyes making you somewhat smile at the small gesture.

“Harry I have to tell you something”, you say, finding the courage deep inside you. It’s now or never. Better to rip the band aid all at once. “What’s wrong”, he asks, worry in his eyes. You grabbed his hand and walked towards the living room, the sunlight being the only light in the room. You looked through your bag, finding the results that your doctor gave you. “I want you to know that whatever happens, my feelings for you do not change. I love you H”, you say, your voice breaking as tears started spilling from your eyes again. “Y/n, you’re scaring me now”, he says. Without saying another word, you hand Harry the results. With confusion in his eyes, he takes the paper out of the envelope and unfolds it, reading the print. You saw his expression change from confusion to a blank canvas. You heart felt like it could jump out of your chest, waiting for his reaction. “You’re pregnant?”, he asks, his voice monotonous. “Yeah”, you whispered. “With my baby?”, he asks. You silently nod your head, not trusting your voice as he stared into your eyes. “When did you find out?”, he asks, going towards the couch and taking a seat. “Today. Right before you showed up, I had arrived from the doctor's office”, you say, walking towards the couch as well.

You watched as he rubbed his face with his hands, the piece of paper now on the floor. It was silent. This could go one of two ways. He could either be happy and make this work, or two have nothing to do with this and leave. You hoped it was the first option. “Harry say something please”, you cry, feeling yourself hyperventilating. Your chest started to tighten at his lack of emotion. Your tears running down your face like a waterfall. He looked at you, his once hard expression turning soft. He realized you were freaking out and scooted to you quickly. “Hey, hey, look at me. Everything will be okay. We’ll be okay, okay?”, he says, wrapping his arms around you giving you a hug. “I’m so sorry”, you cry in his shoulder. “Why are you sorry? For being pregnant?”, he asks, nodding your head as an answer. “You have nothing to be sorry about love. It takes two to tango. I’m just shocked, it’s all. I’m not mad or upset”, he says, making you feel somewhat comfortable.

“You’re not?”, you look up to him, a small smile playing on his lips. “Are you kidding me? Why would I be mad at this news? I’m having a baby with the most amazing person ever. Someone who I truly love. Someone who I trust. Someone who makes me comfortable”, he says, pinching your cheek making you smile. “So, you want to have this baby?”, you ask, wanting to feel some kind of reassurance. “Of course I do my love. I want to have this baby and many more in the future. I don’t know why it took me so long to confess my feelings for you but it’s always been you. No one else. Just you”, he confesses. This caused you to cry again, feeling overwhelmed with emotion. “Oh Harry”, you say, jumping into his arms and kissing his lips out of pure happiness. “I can’t believe I’m going to be a dad”, he says, kissing your cheek. “I can’t believe I’m going to be a mom”, you giggle.

You felt peace. You felt like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders. You were elated with his reaction to your pregnancy. You were happy to know that he wanted to have this child with you and start a family together. You were happy that he felt the same way you did, filled with love for one another. You were ready to start this new chapter with him by your side. Start a life together, if things worked out. If by any chance it didn’t, you were still happy to know that your best friend was the father of your child. Your love child, and to be quite frank, you wouldn’t want it any other way.

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bobfloydsbabe · 8 months

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Helena.......my lovely, dearest, darling Helena, I can't thank you enough for putting up with me in such a short amount of time. I know I send in an ask once a day, but as always, thank you for letting me do so, you, Becca and so many others are the absolute best!!!

I was still thinking about Teacher!Bob x Teacher!Reader doing that joint literary history class on the Vikings and about the poor cat at home having a few sticky notes stuck to her (lol). I'd imagine too that both you and Bob are really big on the immersive learning with your students so when you do read from the Sagas, Beowulf or even from the ones from Finland, Bob will set up one of those little electric campfires that has flickering lights, make the room dark enough for the campfire and absolutely loves it when the snow is falling outside.

Bob's also very big on the visual learning so with the chalkboard in the classroom, he'll do these really impressive chalkboard drawings alongside the notes of the day. He even brings in the old, battered books which your students love the smell of (he swore it got one of the students to quit sniffing Sharpies all day long, lol).

*BONUS*

I did put it in the reblog last night, but I imagine that when the school signs up for the trips abroad to Europe, you, Bob and the other teachers get to take the kids to Norway, Sweden and Denmark. One of Bob's bucket list places was in Norway and is known as "The Troll's Tongue". I'm not sure if you've ever been but it's near Odda and it's in the middle of this giant fjord (I swear to God this place was the inspiration for Anduin in Lord of the Rings) and it's a long, flat topped rock structure on the cliff that juts out over the river and is about 2,000 ft off the ground. Needless to say, you loved it because Bob was there with you, but damn if those heights didn't freak you out (lol).

Okay, I love this so much!!! My ability to string together a coherent sentence is questionable right now (it's after midnight lol), so forgive me if I don't make a lot of sense.

I believe in Bob is a cat person supremacy. It's a black cat that was the runt of the litter and she runs around the house with bright pink post-its attached to her fur. You and Bob set up camp in the library with hot coffee, blankets, the cat, books, the electric fire while wind rustles the windows of your old home and snow falls like blanket on the ground. He's so ridiculously in love with you, and every time he thinks he can't love you more, he looks at you and feels his heart swell. And yes, you do get down and dirty in that home library. I'm not saying your first kid was conceived there, but...

I have not actually heard of Trolltunga, but I looked it up and damn if it isn't the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen. It looks incredible. You and Bob encourage the kids to explore while staying safe, and he sees you with the students and knows he's found the one. He holds your hand, kisses your cheek and even sneaks one to your lips, but the kids catch you start singing the song about kissing in a tree. It's cute and you laugh. His cheeks go red from the cold and you make sure to pull his woolen hat down over his ears to protect them.

I just love this AU so much, and while it's not something I'll write, I do adore talking about it. I have my work cut out for me enough with librarian!Bob and eccentric professor!Bob.

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abookishdreamer · 2 years

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bellamuerte1987 · 11 months

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"My love for you was bullet proof but you're the one who shot me."

Warnings: Gun violence, swearing, topics of murder, gun related, mafia, breaking and entering.

Words: 1,891

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Chapter One

******Chan’s POV******

“You must do this, Bahgn. You do not have a choice!” I looked down at my phone. She will be here soon. The woman who stole my heart, who brought light into my darkness. I never planned to fall in love with anyone, but I did and fuck, she was my world. Running my hands through my hair, building up the courage to do this. I have no choice, it’s me or my rank. This will be the most difficult thing I will ever do. It’s time to say goodbye to this life. I, Christopher Bahgn, leader of mafia gang known as Stray Kids is not meant for this.

“Chris, baby?” she called, God she looks beautiful. This will be the last image I have of her. I stepped out of the shadows; she smiled as soon as she saw me. “I am so sorry, I never wanted this to happen.” I said as I pulled out the gun and placed my finger on the trigger. Her smile faded, and the love she had in her eyes was now replaced with fear. “I don’t understand.” Her voice was shaky. “I have to do this, Y/N! I don’t have a choice.”

She closed her eyes; I love this woman but here I am pointing a god at her, she wasn’t fighting she trust me, she loves me. “I’m not sure what’s going on? Of course, you have a choice, we all do!? What did I do? No one knows about you, about what you do. I promised you.” I shook my head. “I’m so sorry, this is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I love you” I pulled the trigger and watched as the red liquid soaked her blouse. She falls to the ground placing her hands on the wound. I looked down at her, tears in my eyes. “I love you” She whispered and with that I fled.

******Y/N POV******

Four years have passed since that fateful night. You still couldn’t believe that your so-called lover betrayed you in the worst way possible. You still suffered from nightmares, and you felt like you saw him at every turn. You decided to move, start fresh and move on from him. This is something you need to do. You loved the city you were in, and you were thriving. You own a small business, A book cafe. The Lonely St. Café, Books and caffeine who could go wrong with that?

You enjoyed your job and the new friends you’ve made along the way, Jasper, Eli, Emma and Aria. They know everything that you’ve been through, they are your best friends, a tight end group. The five of you did everything together.

“Table 2 needs two bagels, and two ice americanos” Aria said while setting down her tray. You looked up at her and smiled. “Business is booming, Ms. L/N” your favorite customer said. “Hannie, you say that every time you visit. You are the main reason we are still in business.” He gave you his gummy smile and took a slip from his drink. His friend looked up and gave you a smirk. “You have the best coffee in the city, I swear!” said Hyunjin. You thanked them both as you sat their bagels down. “Enjoy, boys!”

Hours passed and it was time to close the store. Aria left early due to personal reasons, so it was just you. Thankfully, Jasper came in later to help you and to walk you home. You didn’t live too far from the store.

“Thank you for walking me home, Jasper. I appreciate it.” You unlocked your door. “No problem, see you tomorrow at the café.” He gave you a hug and headed out.

You turned on the light in your living room. You looked around feeling uneasy. Something didn’t feel right. Your belongings were still here but some things were out of place. You noticed that your lock safe was broken into, which had important documents. Panic sets in, your first thoughts were of Christopher and his mafia friends. He found out that you were still alive and well and possibly had come to finish the job that he started four years prior.

‘Breathe, Y/N!” you whispered softly to yourself. It can’t be him. He has no idea where you are or what you’re doing. He believes you’ve died. You walked into your bedroom; you kept your gun locked up in your gun safe hidden under the bed. You were the only one who knew it was there, not even your friends knew. You were prepared for anything and ready to defend yourself against anyone who threatened you.

******Chan’s POV******

Scrolling through the photos that I kept on my phone of her is probably not the healthiest habit of mine, but I miss her. It’s been four years since that day. My heart still has a hole but really, I am to blame. I pulled that trigger. Why? Well, you see, my boss. JYD (name changed for a reason, for those of you who know SKZ. You should realize who this should be.) was retiring and he was looking for someone to take his place. I’ve always been his top pick but lately I have been slipping. Y/N was a distraction, according to him.

I either had to get rid of the distraction or lose my rank. And the idiot that I am, I obviously chose my rank. So here I sit. Mafia boss and the leader of SKZ. I shook my head. I’ve made some shitty fucking choices. Not a day goes by that I do not think of her. I loved her, hell, I still do. I will never find a love like that. Not ever.

Changbin and Lee Know walked into my office, “Boss, so we have a lead. Han and Hyunjin did spot two of JYD’s men at that Café.” Changbin said while slamming down photos of the pair. “Emma and Eli are JYD’s top spies. The Lonely St Café is owned by a Ms. Y/N L/N, they been watching her or years, Chan” Lee know replied with a confused looked.

My mouth dropped and ripped the pictures off the desk. “Are you sure!?” I asked skimming the photo’s over and over. It’s her. It’s my baby girl. She’s alive. I looked up at Changbin “Why is he watching her?” They both shrugged their shoulders. “But she does look familiar, boss” he responded while grabbing the photo from my hand.

I sat down in my chair and let out a heavy sigh, “Do you remember that woman I was seeing four years ago. Who I never brought around?” They both nodded waiting for me to continue. “That’s Y/N, that’s who JYD ordered me to kill.” Both gave me confused looks, “But there she is, where’s this café? Is she there now?” I looked at both men. They shook their heads. Changbin telling me they are closed for the night. “They open at 6am tomorrow.” Lee Know said, with this next part he hesitated, “But you shouldn’t go. We still don’t know what he wants with her.”

I stood up and started to pace the room, “he wants to finish the job. He knew she was alive. He’s going to kill her. We cannot let that happen! Do you two understand. Double it. Send two more with Han and Hyunjin tomorrow.” I spoke. “Yes sir” they said together while both heading to the door. Changbin turned to look at me, “Chris, I know you love this woman but as right now as your friend. I’m begging you to stay away from her till we get this all sorted. We don’t know his full intentions. Let’s find out what these two fuckers know.” I nodded my head as he shut the door. Sitting back down and looking at the photos. “God, she’s still so beautiful. Don’t worry, lovey. This time I promise I will protect you at all costs.” JYD will not stop till he gets what he wants.

******Y/N POV******

You took a deep breath; this seriously can’t be happening. You thought that part of your life was gone. When you were with Chris, he made sure to keep you away from that part of his life. His job and you were never in the same room. When he was with you, he was sweet, caring, funny, romantic. The perfect boyfriend. Thankfully whoever ransacked your house did not trash it. Nothing was missing from your safe and nothing major was stolen. You picked up what was on the floor and put things back where they belonged.

You ate a small meal, showered and got ready for bed. Tomorrow is going to be exhausting. Sleep will not be easy. You already suffered from Insomnia, and you know the whole being shot thing didn’t help any.

You woke up to the sound of thunder. You got up and opened the curtains in your room. Gloomy, rainy and stormy. This was a good day to stay in, have some tea and read a book. But unfortunately, you need to be at the café to run inventory. You got ready, did some light cleaning and fed Maniac. He is your beautiful Pitbull you got when you moved here four years ago. “Eat up, my boy. Today you are coming with Momma to the café!” You pet his head while he ate. You finished the cup of hot tea and Maniac finished his breakfast. You put on his rain jacket, and you put on yours and you both walked out the door.

Your nerves were getting the best of you. But you had this inkling feeling you were being followed. “Come on, Maniac” you say as you pick up your pace.

When you arrived at the café, Aria and Jasper were already there and setting things up for the day. “Good morning” Jasper said with a smile. “Hey Maniac, come here boy!” aria called, he went prancing over to her with his tail wagging. “Such a pretty boy!” She bent down giving him kisses. Jasper looked at you with concern, “Y/n, are you okay, you don’t even look like you slept.” You let out a heavy sigh and shook your head.

You looked at your friend with fear in your eyes, “Someone was in my house before we got there, Jasper. Things were moved and my things were gone through. Thankfully nothing was taken.” Panic sets in and your breathing picks up. “What if he found me, what if they found me, Jasper you have no idea what he or these people are capable of, especially his old boss.” Aria walked over with Maniac trailing behind her.

She set down your hot chocolate and gave your shoulder a light squeeze, “If it was them, do you think they been in the café?” Aria asked, you nodded. “If I know Chan, he has spies. But if it is not him and if it is who I think it is, his former boss. He isn’t one to be reckoned with. He ordered my boyfriend to kill me in cold blood. That man is capable of anything. As of right now, no one can be trusted.” You all exchanged looks; can you trust them? Are they working with Chan and the rest of the Stray Kids clan?

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hanzajesthanza · 2 years

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thoughts on ME?

what would we do without our girlmutuals

the poetry you write and the poetry you reblog makes me feel things and is probably better than 90% of the stuff out there

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havin-a-wee · 3 years

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If Only She Knew

pairing: dad!harry x cheerleader!reader

word count: 4.2k

warnings: smut (fingering + unprotected sex), cheerleading position implies readers weight, 20 year age gap

hi! ive been having some really bad writers block but i wrote this and even though its def not my best work i like it enough to post it :) also, i totally didn't mean to imply the readers weight, i only realized afterwards, so im really sorry about that. also the age gap is kinda big, so if ur uncomfy with that you shouldn't read this <3

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“Geez watch where you’re going!”

You don’t even look up at the girl, recognizing her nasally voice easily from how annoying it is. You were nose deep in a book while walking down the school hallway, and of course your worst enemy had to be walking down the same hallway, at the same time, in the opposite direction. You are both at fault for the collision, considering Ella had her eyes locked on her instagram feed. But knowing the girl, there is no way in hell that she will take any responsibility, even though you are the one who has coffee dripping down the front of your white blouse.

Since middle school, Ella Styles has always hated you. You have never known why, but she seems to have a vendetta against you, and tries her best to make your life miserable. You never let her, always refraining from giving her the explosive reaction that she was looking for. And that makes her hate you even more.

High school is over in 2 months, and although you are going to miss the freedom of being a child, you most definitely won’t miss the people from the tiny town you’ve lived in since you were young. You’ve always been the type of person to have a small friend group, only 4 people in your circle. But that’s how you like it, because crippling social anxiety makes it difficult for you to meet new people.

“I- sorry.” You still don’t look at her, instead peeling the soaking wet top off of your stomach.

“You better be sorry.” She flips her blonde hair, ensuring that the fluffy locks hit you right in the face. You are lucky this time seeing as she didn’t take it further, because sometimes she would purposely embarrass you after small incidents such as this one.

Tears well at your waterline and you run into the nearest bathroom, pushing open the blue door and locking yourself in a stall.

After all these years of torment, Ella rarely was able to get to you. But sometimes, she does something that pushes you off the edge, leaving you with red, tear-stained cheeks. The final straw this time was her ruining your brand new shirt, the one you were anxiously waiting to debut at school.

But now there was coffee dripping down your chest and staining the bright white fabric. Your only saving grace is the cheerleading uniform in your backpack. In fact, you were walking to the locker room to change for practice, and then for the game at 6 tonight.

You had been excited for the game, knowing that Friday night games always led to parties and fun afterwards. You rarely go to parties of course, but the buzzing energy never fails to rub off on you. But now that stupid Ella had to go and mess up your day, you’re dreading seeing her smug face while she asserts her dominance as cheer captain.

You untie your top and rip it off in a haste, frustrated tears running down your face periodically. You could’ve put a jacket on and gone to the locker room, but Ella would be going there soon, and the last thing you want to do is run into her with teary eyes. She can’t know that you let her get to you.

You brush your hands down your uniform, pulling down the skimpy costume and stuffing your old clothes in your backpack. Once out of the stall, you pull your hair up into a high ponytail, reapply your lip gloss and walk back into the hallway, having already done your makeup that morning. You’re happy that it’s a home game today, because the home game uniforms are two pieces and the skirts are smaller than the ones on the away game uniforms. There is a certain someone you are looking to impress, and the way your tits spill out from the top of the outfit will most certainly help you in your mission.

It’s not like you need to impress him, because he’s shown time and time again that he finds you sexy no matter what you wear. And when he doesn’t tell you, he shows you, by pressing his hard on up against your ass after you just woke up, despite your messy hair and bare face.

However, he also loves when you tease him. And that’s exactly what you’re planning to do.

You sling your heavy backpack over one shoulder and trudge down the hallway, the old fluorescent lights practically blinding you on your journey. The locker room is dingy, smelling of cheap soap and Victoria’s Secret perfume. At least it doesn’t smell like the boys locker room, which smells like sweat and more sweat.

It's already bustling with people, your teammates scrambling to get ready in time as to not get yelled at by the coach.

“Y/N!” The familiar shout of your best friend Rose is like a breath of fresh air, and you bound over to her. She’s standing in front of your lockers, the two of you obviously picking ones next to each other. “Wait, why are you already changed?”

“The bitch spilled her coffee all over me,” you grumbled, your eyes shifting over to where Ella and her little goons are giggling.

“I keep telling you, anytime you want me to beat her up I will gladly do it.”

“Not that I doubt your abilities Rose, because I know you would have her on the ground in a heartbeat, but I can’t let you do that. She can’t know that she upsets me.” You lower your voice for the second sentence, irrationally fearing that she can hear you over the loud chatter echoing through the room.

“I still think you should let me beat her up, but you do you I guess.” Rose shrugged her shoulders and turned back to her locker, bursting out into laughter with you after a beat of silence.

The rest of the getting ready process goes smoothly, Rose distracting you from the girl side-eyeing you in the corner. Soon enough, the whole squad was in formation outside, and you have your hands on the shoulders of Rose and another girl named Bethany. You are a flyer, meaning that you’re the one who the bases support while you pose and flip in the air. Its a hard job, but you are one of only three girls on the team who is advanced enough at flying to be safe doing it in routines. One of the other three girls is Ella.

Ella is the flyer for the middle group, seeing as she is the captain. You are on the right and the other group is on the left. Luckily, Rose is a base in your group, so you feel a lot better putting your safety in the hands of someone you already trust with your life.

“ELLA! YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG!” Coach Habbiths voice is piercing, her angry shrieks bouncing off your ear drums. Ella audibly huffs, displaying her frustration with the critiques she has been receiving since we learned the routine weeks ago. That’s one of the biggest problems with Ella, she believes that she's always right.

Every single practice she has done a needle instead of a scale at the end of the routine. It's aggravating for everyone, and that frustration is amplified everytime she makes the same mistake over and over. “Alright, everyone down. group 1 and group 3 take five, Ella and group 2 stay on the field.

The team obliged to her instructions, and you are brought down from the air.

“Okay Ella, I want you to watch how Y/N does the last move, because she’s actually doing it correctly.” Coach is standing in front of you now, and she emphasized the word ‘correctly’. This is much to Ella’s dismay, and much to your excitement.

Nothing brings you more joy than seeing Ella’s face when you one up her, and this time is no exception.

Aside from a few eye rolls and nasty looks, Ella corrects the move without much fuss. By now there's 15 minutes until the game, and the players have been warming up on the field for about half an hour.

“Did you see her face!” Rose tugs on your arm while you walk back to the locker room, water bottles in hand.

“I know! I should’ve taken a picture!”

“We can only hope that it knocked her ego down a peg.”

“I doubt it” Rose nodded in agreement and you continued your chatter, talking about the random things that best friends talk about.

“It’s go time ladies!” You jumped in surprise when Coach Habbiths yelling booms through the locker room, the hefty amount of metal in the room enhancing the echo.

In a blur, your entire team rushed out onto the field, the crisp air cooling your warmed skin. There was a huge crowd. probably the biggest the teams ever had. But that makes sense, because this game was against your school's biggest rival. Luckily, despite the huge crowd you were able to lock eyes with those piercing green irises you have gotten to know so well over the past couple months. Everytime you see him he gets more and more attractive, and this time is no exception.

At this point, the teams routine is muscle memory and you’re done with it before you can blink. Most people would think that being thrown in the air is memorable, but your main concern is the growing wet patch on your panties that spreads each time you squeeze your thighs together. Just the thought of the man is enough to turn you on, and now that you’re sitting on the cold metal bench your imagination has time to go wild.

The only thing that snapped you out of your daze was the eruption of appaulause from the audience, and the realization that the other cheerleaders were standing up and running towards the players. You breath out a sigh of relief, recognizing the cheering as a signal that the game has ended.

“Hey, you coming?” Rose tugs on your arm, looking down at you still on the bench.

“Um, actually I don’t feel so well, I think I’m going to go home.”

“I should’ve known. You know, one day you’re going to have to go to a party.” Rose places her hands on her hips, giving you a sarcastically annoyed stare.

“And today is not that day.” You grab your backpack and sling it over your shoulder, turning back to Rose for a second. “Have fun and be safe.”

“I always do.” Rose places a chaste kiss on your cheek before turning back to the gathering crowd on the turf.

Instead of heading to the sidewalk and walking home, you duck under the bleachers and walk down the gravel path, pushing open the fence that separates the field and the school. The contents of your backpack slosh around while you sway your hips as you walk. Finally, you make it to the back wall of the school, leaning your back against it and plopping your heavy backpack down by your feet.

And now you wait.

Much to your convenience, the wait this time isn’t long, only five minutes passing before you see the familiar man following the same path you did earlier.

He has a pair of brown slacks on, pressing against his waist courtesy of his black belt. A button up white shirt hides the tattoos on his stomach, but he's rolling up his sleeves as he walks over to you. He's walking with intention, hungry eyes zeroed in on you.

When he’s only steps away, you cheekily bite your lip and use your finger to push up your skirt a little bit more.

Your actions have the intended effect, his eyes blowing wide and hands grasping at your waist.

“Y’can’t do that.”

Before you have a chance to ask what he means, his lips collide with yours, his tongue slipping in only moments after the initial kiss. But as soon as he started, he pulls away.

“Y’can’t be teasing me on the field like tha’, had me hard next t’my friends.” His hand is on the wall above your head, and his other arm is wrapped around your waist pulling you into his chest. He’s panting, and you are too.

“Sorry Mr. Styles,” you push your bottom lip out in a pout, giving him the most innocent look possible. “Just wanted to wear it cause I know how much you like it.”

“Aw, my babygirl wore this f’me? Well I guess y’can be forgiven. Now let’s get t’my house before I fuck yeh right on this wall.” He places a soft kiss to your lips picking up your backpack from the floor and turning to the direction of his car.

“But it hurts!” He turns around again, giving you a sympathetic look and caressing your cheek. The rings on his fingers are cold, but you’re used to the feeling.

“I know sweet girl, but I can’t take care of yeh here, s’too risky.” He pauses for a moment, thinking of a solution to your not so little problem. “How bout I give y’my fingers in the car? Hows that sound hm?” You nod eagerly, pulling his hand down from your cheek and holding it. He takes the signal and begins walking to his car while you follow him.

You never planned to sleep with your bullies dad. But a few months ago your parents dragged you to a family friends housewarming party, and that friend happened to be a friend of Harry’s too. There were no other teenagers there, so your focus was on the attractive older man who had been checking you out since you first locked eyes, and after ending up in the upstairs bathroom together the two of you have been fucking at least twice a week. You only learned that he’s a dad when you saw him for the first time outside the party. He didn’t look the part, and you actually thought he was in his 20s until he corrected you. He’s 38, having become a parent at only 20 years old. Your relationship is a bit taboo, but you’re a mature 18 year old and you and Harry get along well. So well that your time together has developed from casual sex to a mutually exclusive relationship. (Neither of you like labels, but you’re basically boyfriend and girlfriend).

He makes you really happy, and when you have to face off against Ella, it helps knowing that you have power over her, even though she doesn’t know it.

“Did she do anything today?” Harry is walking beside you, hands still intertwined.

“Besides spilling coffee on my shirt, nothing much.” Harry sighs in frustration and squeezes your hand as a show of affection.

“M’so sorry, I wish y’didn’t ‘ave to deal with her.”

The thing about Harry and Ella is they can barely be considered family. Ella’s mom is, for lack of a better word, a bitch. She’s snobby, conceited, and rude, and those behaviors have rubbed off on Ella. Another thing that rubbed off on her was her mom’s hatred for Harry. Being young parents put strain on their already struggling relationship, and they split before Ella’s first birthday. Harry said he tried his best to make it work for Ella’s sake, but her mom was looking for someone to pay for her life, and Harry had just started working his way up as a businessman.

Now, he’s a CEO, but luckily Ella’s mom already found a new beau with plenty of money, so she didn’t come crawling back to him. However, the success Harry achieved only a few years after their breakup made her jealous, and so she instilled that anger in their daughter. So currently Ella spends most of her time with her mother, and when she is with Harry she doesn’t treat him kindly.

“It’s not your fault Harry, you don’t have to apologize for her actions.”

“I know, I jus’ hate tha’ she treats yeh like that.” He sighs again, reaching into his pocket to grab his keys. In a few more steps you’re standing outside the sleek black suv, walking around to the passenger seat and sliding in once you hear the click of the door unlocking.

You both take a few seconds to breathe, an unspoken gesture to prepare for the night's events. Harry turns to you, a sexy smirk plastered on his face. “What d’ya think about fixin’ that ache darlin?” You nod eagerly, sliding down a bit in your seat to give your legs room to spread. “Think yeh can take off y’skirt fo’me?” Your head bobs once again as you nod, hooking your fingers under the elastic waistband and shimmying out of the skirt. While you’re doing that, Harry turns the car into the deserted street, using only one hand to steer.

You toss the tiny skirt into his lap, giving him a signal without distracting his eyes from the road. He reacts immediately, his free hand coming down to squeeze your thigh. You mewl at the contact and bite down on your lip, trying to stop your hips from bucking up in search of relief. His squeezes move up your thigh, and finally his fingers press against your weeping cunt. Swiftly, he pushes your soiled panties to the side, swiping his fingers up your folds collecting your juices. You shriek and buck your hips up into his hand, but much to your dismay he removes it from between your thighs. The car comes to a stop at a red light, and Harry takes the moment to look at you, his eyes wandering your squirming body. He’s practically drooling when he places his fingers in his mouth, tasting your sweet wetness.

“Sorry pup, jus’ needed t’taste yeh.” He chuckles again, and you whine softly in desperation. In one quick motion, he dives his hand back to your pussy, pressing his thumb on your swollen clit.

“Fuck!” The pleasure shoots up your spine, goosebumps raising across your body as he rubs circles on the puffy button. “Harry- please,”

“What d’ya want puppy? Want m’fingers?”

“Yes, yes,” you breathe out, words barely comprehensible through your panting.

“Alright, alright, I gotcha.” And with that his two fingers press into you, filling your tight hole perfectly. There is no hesitation before he begins pumping the digits in and out of you and his thumb never lets up on your bundle of nerves. “Such a needy puppy, got yeh soaking f’me from out in the stands hm?” His eyes are still on the road, but you can picture the lust filled eyes that are undoubtedly on his face.

“Get so wet jus- just thinkin’ about you,” you gasp, writhing as his fingers slam in and out of you.

“Yeah? This is my cunt, m’the only one who can make yeh this wet, isn’t tha’ right?”

“Only Harry.” At your confirmation he speeds his hand up, your vision clouding with white spots as the knot building in your stomach grows tighter and tighter.

All of a sudden, he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you empty. “Wha-” You begin to question him but you realize that he’s pulling into his driveway. Instead of complaining, you sit up quickly and unbuckle your seatbelt, pulling your skirt back up your legs to avoid being nude on his front lawn.

As soon as you feel the little jolt your hand yanks on the handle and you hop out of the car. Your brain is fuzzy with need and all you are focused on is alleviating the aching between your thighs. You hear Harry lock the car while you're on the steps, and you turn back to ensure that he’s behind you. And sure enough, he’s hot on your trail, just as eager as you to get inside and onto his bed. Your foot is tapping on the ground anxiously, waiting for Harry to unlock the front door. After what seems like an hour, he is next to you again, fumbling with the silver keychain in his hand, eventually unlocking and pushing open the door. You both practically run inside, hands roaming each other's bodies and lips locking as you shuffle through the hall.

You disconnect breathlessly when you reach the stairs, subconsciously wrapping your hands around Harry’s neck so he can pick you up bridal style. He does so hastily, barely a second passing before he’s plopping you onto the fluffy mattress. “Finally,” he pants, hands fumbling with his belt buckle. There’s a prominent bulge in his trousers, and although you’ve seen it plenty, you are always in awe at how thick and big he is. While he’s busy removing his clothes, you are practically drooling at the sight of his bare cock, full, heavy, and dripping precome.

“Harry?”

He looks back down at you with his emerald green eyes, simultaneously dropping his recently-removed shirt on the floor. “Can I ride you?” The look he gives you is indescribable, a mixture of need, lust, cockiness, and beauty all rolled up into one.

“Whatever y’want puppy,” His hands scoop under your ass, and he lifts you up and switches your positions. Now it’s your turn to undress, and Harry makes himself busy by running his hands up and down your torso. “So gorgeous, y’know that?” You nod quickly then pull your shirt off of your head. “Most beautiful girl in the world I reckon.” You blush at the compliment, butterflies being added to the many sensations occuring in your body. You straddle his thighs, wrapping your hand around his length and tugging a few times. A loud groan rumbles through his throat, and you smile knowing you’re the one who made him feel like that. “Thought- thought yeh said y’wanted to ride me pup.”

“I do.” You keep your hand on his cock, sitting up on your knees and lining him up with your weeping cunt. All at once, your body is put at ease as his cock fills you up perfectly. He bottoms out inside of you, both of you moaning and groaning while you adjust. “So big-” Your words come out in choppy pants, the syllables being cut off by your heaves. You suck in one deep breath and move upwards, sinking back down onto him quickly. His large hands hold a tight grip on your waist, guiding you up and down his member. His lips attach to your neck, suckling on the supple skin just enough so that it doesn’t bruise.

“What a dirty little puppy you are,” he growls, eyes focusing heavily on where your bodies connect, watching himself disappear inside of you as you bounce up and down on his cock.

“Feel so full-” Tingles ricochet down every part of your body, and your legs are becoming weaker with each movement. Harry can feel your movement faltering, so his hips thrust upwards to meet yours, fucking you from underneath. “Harry!”

“I know pup, I know.” His thumb strokes your cheek and he leans in for another kiss, devouring your plump lips and swirling his tongue around yours. “So fuckin tight,” The words tumble from his mouth in a low growl, which sends the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy. His cock twitches inside of you, encouraging you to muster all your energy and finish both of you off. Adrenaline kicks in and your strength returns, riding him faster and harder than before. “Let go f’me Y/N.” It only takes a few more thrusts for you to come undone, Harry’s orgasm following suit. The waves of pleasure roll through your body, and you throw your head back in ecstasy as you allow the feeling to overcome your body. Spurts of his hot cum cover your velvety walls and you ride out your orgasms together, resting your foreheads against one another.

You end up sleeping at his house, feeling safe knowing that Ella is staying with her mom today. It’s normal for you to sleep at his place, seeing as both of you are usually so tired that you pass out before you can leave. What isn’t normal is for you to be woken up in the morning by Harry’s phone ringing. Harry is a deep sleeper, and you laugh at the sight of him conked out while his ringtone blares on the nightstand just a few inches away. Carefully, you reach over his sleeping body and grab the phone, planning on hanging it up and going back to bed. However, when you saw that it was Ella calling, you changed your mind. Making a split second decision, you slide the icon to the right, holding it up to your ear.

“Hello?” Her whiney voice rings through your eardrum and you wince. Not the nicest thing to be woken up to.

“Hello,” you answer, your voice not reflecting the cocky grin that spread across your face.

“Who the hell is this!” she shrieks, and you make a mental note that she must not be a morning person.

“A friend of your dads.” Your response is once again calm and monotone, trying to stifle the laugh that is bubbling in your throat.

“Ugh! What’s your name?”

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N”

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How to Sell Sunshine |4|

4. The Hitman

→ Pairing: mafia!BTS x reader (not poly)

→ word count: 5k

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“Do you like blonds?”

Jung Hoseok, one of the most coveted hitmen in the world, continues fixing his hair with careful precision. “What does that have to do with anything?”

Adjusting the rear view mirror so you can see him clearly, you ignore Taehyung’s snicker from the driver’s seat. “I mean, he’s not a natural blond, but he pulls it off really well.”

“So you’re just going to ignore my question?” Hoseok frowns, glaring at you. “That’s not very mature of you.”

“I asked you a question first.”

“I don’t think Jimin’s your type,” Taehyung interjects as he comes to a stop at a red light. “Just for the record.”

“Thank you for your opinion, Taehyung.”

The curly-haired driver winks at you. “Anything for you, tesoro.”

Rolling your eyes, you twist around in your seat to face Hoseok. You’ve hardly gotten a chance to speak with him over the past week. Between recruiting Jimin and Namjoon and refraining yourself from killing Jungkook and Jin over the disaster at Queen’s Wharf, you’ve been booked.

“So?”

Hoseok shrugs, lower lip pouting out a bit. It makes him look absolutely harmless. “I don’t really have much of an opinion. Why, is your new recruit blond?” He pauses before gasping and pointing an accusing finger your way. “Is that why you recruited him? Don’t tell me you’re about to turn us into your own personal harem or-“

“Don’t worry,” Leveling him with a half-lidded stare, you do your best to look intimidating. “You’ll always be my first choice, Hoseokie.”

Taehyung nearly crashes the car due to your comment, but you choose to ignore it.

Honestly, between Taehyung fuming behind the driver’s seat over your favoritism and Hoseok gloating in the back seat, you’re lucky to make it to Queen’s Wharf alive. Granted, you still face possible elimination due to an annoyed Min Yoongi waiting for you at home.

“I’m more qualified than the rest of you to look at the scene,” he’d seethed when you vetoed his request to accompany you to the remnants of Royal’s Bar. “Maybe they left behind something of value that will tell us their next move-”

“And you’re also an asset that I can’t afford to lose so early in the game,” you replied on your way out the door. Before you could step out, though, Yoongi grabbed your wrist in an iron-like grip. Completely unimpressed, you give him a pointed stare. “Let go, Yoongi. You know I’m right. And besides, this isn’t the way to convince me.”

Despite all the time you’ve known him, there’s still something about Min Yoongi that throws you off balance. Every time you find yourself looking into his eyes searching for something that you’re not quite sure is there.

Humanity, perhaps.

“Hands off,” came a honey-like voice from atop the staircase. Hoseok remained nonchalant as he waltzed down the stairs, eyes dancing along your wrist where Yoongi kept his hold on you.

Before Hoseok stepped onto the main floor, Yoongi had complied with his request.

Odd, you thought to yourself. So he’ll listen to Hoseok. You added that to the mental list of questions about Yoongi that you aren’t sure will ever be answered.

Yoongi hadn’t said another word as you left the house, settling for standing sullenly in the doorway as the rest of you piled into two separate vehicles. And now here you are, parking just down the street from the pile of rubble that used to be Royal’s Bar & Club. Taehyung whistles long and low at the sight.

“I’m assuming this is it,” Hoseok says, sounding completely unimpressed.

“Wow,” Taehyung breathes out, unbuckling his seat and leaning forward to get a better look. “Seokjin really went for it, didn’t he?”

As if on cue, a dark red Mercedes Benz pulls up alongside you. Jungkook and Seokjin grin up at you, rolling down the driver’s side window. You suppress a sigh, rolling your window down to speak with them.

“Hey,” Seokjin greets you for the first time since last night when he disappeared during your argument with Jungkook. “Where should we park?”

“I thought we were going incognito!” Taehyung calls out, gesturing angrily at the flashy car the arsonist drove. “That’s literally why you said I couldn’t drive my Lambo!”

Completely ignoring the angry man to your left, you point at a darkened alleyway just down the street. “Down there is probably best.”

As Seokjin peels off, you turn to see Taehyung glaring down at the steering wheel of the black SUV you persuaded him to drive this morning. Hoseok chuckles before getting out of the car, leaving you to fend for yourself.

“The Lamborghini is a two-seater, remember? Besides, the last thing we need is someone tracing us back to the house.”

Sighing heavily, Taehyung throws his door open. “First the blond, now this. I get no peace in this household.” Without looking back at you, he jumps out of the car, striding after Hoseok.

Dumbstruck, you sit in the car, staring after him. Taehyung is all smiles as he throws an arm around Hoseok’s shoulders, shouting something across the street when Seokjin and Jungkook emerge from the alleyway.

The combination of the four of them looks like the beginnings of a bad joke. A curly-haired getaway driver, one coveted hitman, an unhinged arsonist, and a street rat walked into a bar…

You can’t help but laugh as you realize that they quite literally are walking into a bar. Or the remnants of one, at least.

That’s it. Your life really is some bad joke.

“I’m gonna pay for this, aren’t I?” Shrugging off your seatbelt, you hop out of the SUV and set off after them.

“Wow, Seokjin,” Taehyung murmurs as you all pick your way across the burnt scene. “This looks…thorough.”

Jungkook snorts as he brushes past you. His hand trails against yours, making you jump a little.

“What?” Hoseok asks. You shake your head, just glaring at Jungkook’s back as he keeps walking, utterly unphased. “Alright, I’ll go post up.”

Seokjin sits in the corner of the building, propped up on the foundation. “Off so soon?”

It’s only now, out here in the open, that you realize something different about your local arsonist. “Did you- did you dye your hair last night?”

Twisting one purple lock around his crooked fingers, Seokjin winks at you. “Yes. I hope you like it.” Then, completely ignoring way your jaw drops open, “What’s the matter, Hoseok? Don’t wanna get your shoes dirty?”

Indeed, Hoseok is still standing just outside of the ring of soot that circles the building. He doesn’t say a word as he tears his gaze from your heated cheeks, silently unslinging the bag from his shoulder and unzipping it to reveal the unfavorable firearms within.

“As much as I enjoy admiring your handiwork,” Hoseok croons, counting out the items in the bag, “We’ve worked together one too many times for me to be amazed anymore.”

“Oh, now don’t say that.”

“I’ll be where we discussed,” Hoseok says to you, already walking away. “Triple tap your watch if you need me.”

Seokjin lounges in his makeshift seat, looking for all the world like a cat playing with a toy. “I bet I’ve still got a few tricks up my sleeve; they might surprise you!” He pouts when Hoseok doesn’t even turn around, waving him off as he crosses the street to go to a better vantage point. You can’t help but chuckle under your breath, wondering if Jung Hoseok is the only man alive to get away with ignoring Seokjin like that.

First, his strange hold over Yoongi, and now Seokjin.

…it’s kind of hot.

“You still with us, capa?” Taehyung’s voice drifts over to you, sounding as though he’s underwater. You turn to see the man in question with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face; looking for all the world like he can read your thoughts.

Jungkook kicks at some rubble, ignoring Seokjin who makes a show of coughing and ordering him to quick kicking dirt around.

“Yeah. Let’s comb the area. Make sure we didn’t leave anything behind that can be traced back to us.”

Seokjin mumbles something under his breath about I’m no amateur but you ignore him as you set to work. You opt for sending him a pointed glare that gets him off his seat and scanning the area like the rest of you.

Sunlight trickles down through the rafters, illuminating the darker areas. You step carefully, almost waiting for the roof to fall in over your head. A part of you wonders how Hoseok would even manage to get a clear shot with all the rubble and heavy wooden beams overhead, but you decide not to worry about it for now.

“Hey,” Jungkook crouches down, tossing a few things aside and looking up at you with dirt smudged on his face. You fight the urge to wipe it off.

“Yeah?” You crouch down beside him, effectively disappearing from view as you’re behind what remains of the counter. “What’s up?”

Jungkook takes a long breath, studying broken glass as though they were hieroglyphs. “I’m sorry. For causing this mess.”

Blinking at the boy, you find yourself gaping. “…you’re sorry?”

“What, am I not allowed to apologize?”

“No, not that…it’s just…”

He finally looks at you, a smile playing on the corners of his lips. “Spit it out.”

Nudging him, you croon, “Since when did you become so pious? Apologizing, coming here without throwing a fit-”

“You could learn a thing or two from me, I think.” Gasping, you shove him only to have him catch your hands with a mischievous grin. “Let’s not get testy- woah! Uncalled for!”

You can’t help but snicker at your perfectly placed forehead flick. “You’re annoying. Get back to work.”

“Whatever you say, Madam Bianchi.”

“Don’t call me th-”

“Stay down.” Taehyung appears with his back turned to you, not even looking your way. Your heart instantly begins to jackhammer against your ribs as you go completely still, ears straining to hear anything.

It’s Seokjin who calls out to the unseen visitor, his tone dripping in fake friendliness. “Welcome! It looks like this place is busier now than ever before, don’t you think?”

A heartbeat later an all too familiar voice responds. “It would appear so. It’s odd how that happens, isn’t it?”

Jungkook’s hand finds yours as he squeezes you tightly. You don’t need to look at him to see the fear in his eyes. He always gets the same look every time hears your father’s voice.

“I’m afraid I don’t know who you are, Mr…?”

You can almost hear the smug smile in your father’s voice as he speaks up. “Bianchi. Keep up, son. Are you new here or something?”

It’s all you can do to stop yourself from springing up from your position and making a run for it. Instead you remain crouched down behind the bar, sweat beading on your forehead.

“He is,” Taehyung responds, his voice impossibly deeper as it resonates around the room. “Can I help you gentlemen with anything?”

Twisting around, you notice a sizeable hole in the bar. You crane your neck enough to peek out of it, immediately wishing that you didn’t.

There stands your father in what remains of the doorway of the bar. He’s busy adjusting his tie, giving Taehyung a look-over.

“We’re hardly gentlemen. And yes, I believe you can. But first, I’ve brought my men to look over the area one more time.”

One more time? They’ve already been here?

“Certainly,” Taehyung says, gesturing to the space with a wide open arm. “We were just on our way out.”

It’s a lie, but you’ll let it slide. The last thing you need is for your father to realize that you’re here amongst the latest threat to his legacy. You watch with bated breath as your father nods, stepping aside for his men to come through.

“Kim, Park, Ortega,” he calls, gesturing at Taehyung and Seokjin. “Take care of these two while you’re at it. I don’t like the look of them.”

Leaving in a blur of suits and shadows, you’re left stifling a gasp as his three men step in, looking menacing and amused all at once.

Namjoon nods once at Taehyung as he steps through the door, who doesn’t bother to acknowledge him. No, all of the Italian’s attention is elsewhere. With a dazzling smile that would get under most people’s skin in an instant, he waves at a gloomy Park Jimin, wiggling his fingers in the air.

“Kim.”

“Hello, Jiminie.”

“Good morning,” Seokjin drawls from somewhere beyond your vision. It sounds like he might be back in the corner, lounging about like he owns the place.

A stout man to Jimin’s left – Ortega – fidgets a little as his eyes flit over to Seokjin. “Not for much longer.”

You’re not sure who moves first. All you see is Ortega reaching for something in his back pocket before Namjoon is striding across the room, effectively cutting off Ortega’s view of Seokjin.

“You’re the other Kim?”

Seokjin groans, the sound distracting Ortega for a brief moment as Taehyung leaps toward him. You stifle a laugh as you watch how Jimin steps to the side, providing Taehyung ample space to land his fist on Ortega’s jaw.

“I’m the original Kim,” Seokjin whines, rising from his seat. “Smarter, faster, prettier-”

“Ooh! That’s gonna hurt in the morning,” Jimin croons as Ortega falls to the ground under the force of Taehyung’s hit. He squats down beside him, patting his shoulder with mock worry. “Ya okay, buddy?”

Ortega mumbles something incoherent, only making Jimin chuckle as he rises and turns to Taehyung with a spark in his eye. “Take him outside, will you?”

“Last I checked, I don’t take orders from you.”

“I’m not about to drag my own man out, we’re already raising enough suspicion as is,” Jimin spits out. Taehyung sighs dramatically, turning around to face the bar where you remain hidden. Jungkook instinctively tightens his grasp on you.

“Do I have to, capa?”

Jimin goes completely still, following Taehyung’s gaze. You can see the second it clicks. He jolts into a stilted walk toward the bar, making your heartrate skyrocket. Jungkook tugs you away, cursing under his breath as he seeks a way out.

You stumble over the debris, crashing into Jungkook and sending the both of you sprawling out over the floor. The sound might as well have set off its own alarm, announcing your presence to Jimin and Namjoon. You can hear Seokjin saying something to Namjoon, but you can’t quite piece it all together because you’re too busy landing in Jungkook’s lap to pay attention.

“Ow!” Jungkook hisses even as he entraps you in his arms. It’s at this precise moment that a familiar form comes around the bar to find you in this compromising position.

Jimin pauses as soon as he sees you, eyes flitting back and forth between you and Jungkook before settling on your startled features. You can see the exact moment his mask sets in, leaving you with a cool and cocky blond that leans up against the ruined bar with a smirk.

“Good morning,” he greets, eyes practically setting you on fire. You don’t miss the way Jungkook’s arms wrap around you all the tighter under Jimin’s gaze. “Mind if I ask what you two lovebirds are up to down there?”

You squeak as you launch yourself out of Jungkook’s arms, inadvertently elbowing him in the stomach. Covered head to toe in ash and other unsavory materials, you rise on shaky knees.

“N-nothing, we were just-”

“Leaving.” Jungkook answers, getting up with a groan. “Just leaving. And you two,” he gestures back and forth between an amused Taehyung and an unbothered Seokjin, “were cleaning up, right?”

Seokjin gasps, rising from where he was sitting on a twisted chair to point an innocent finger at himself. Namjoon takes a step back, looking on at the whole scene with features schooled into nothingness.

“You think I’m the clean-up crew?! Come ‘ere Jeon, I’ll clean up this floor with your dumb little face!”

“Guys, c’mon-” You’re cut off as Jungkook huffs and jumps over the bar with one clean move.

“Just because you’re from some shiny mansion on the west coast doesn’t mean you’re better than me. I’ll teach you, you purple haired freak!”

All it takes is one glance at Taehyung to send him off to break up the fight. You’re pleasantly surprised when Namjoon jumps in to pull Seokjin off of Jungkook, pinning his arms to his side.

You’re fuming, staring down Jungkook and Seokjin and wondering how you’re going to get through to them when the feeling of someone standing close to you pulls you out of your thoughts.

Jimin smiles down at you like the Cheshire Cat, careful not to lean up against the dirty bar. “We need to have a chat, capa.” You manage to roll your eyes at the way he imitates Taehyung’s term for you.

“A little busy at the moment.”

“Great, so you’re free?” Without wasting another second, Jimin wraps a hand around your back and nudges you forward. “Out we go.”

You can only hope that there aren’t any murders in your absence as you’re led out into the kitchen. The sounds of arguing fade out a Jimin kicks the back door open, leading you out into the back alleyway.

The sun can’t quite reach the alleyway, leaving the two of you cloaked in shadows. Jimin takes a moment to fix his tie, looking for all the world like he’s just stepped into a job interview.

“What do you want.”

“Nice to see you, too.” Tilting his head to one side, you can’t help but fidget under his gaze. “How’ve you been? I see your circus doesn’t disappoint.”

Balling your hands up into fists, you struggle to remain calm. It’s humiliating, the fact that the first time your newest recruits met the rest of the clan was today. When they’re actively trying to hospitalize each other.

“Jimin,” you grind out, “what do you want.”

Running a hand through his perfect blond locks, Jimin steps forward. You instinctively step back, and he frowns. He repeats the action, and you take another step back.

His frown deepens. “Why are you stepping away from me?”

“I’m not,” you lie. He chokes out a laugh as he strides toward you. Scrambling backward, you wince as you careen against the wall. Jimin pauses, reaching out to you but thinking better of it.

“Fine. Have it your way.” Nibbling on his plump lip, Jimin sighs. “When, exactly, were you planning on getting in touch with me?”

“T-touch?” Your eyes widen even as Jimin smirks. “Getting in touch! I meant that! Not-”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” Crossing his arms, Jimin looks a little too smug for your liking. Pushing off the wall, you drift toward him, mustering all the courage you have.

Mimicking him as you cross your arms, you say, “You have no patience, do you, Park?”

“Very little, yes.”

“Well, work on it. I was about to send you a message tonight, anyways.”

Jimin shakes his head. “That’s not good enough.”

“You’re not fit to make demands!”

“What would have happened if he saw you here today?” Jimin fumes. You instantly know who he’s referring to: your father.

You open your mouth to respond, but the words die out before you can speak. The thought of what might have happened if he saw you is enough to instill paralyzing fear into your heart.

It wouldn’t have been pretty.

Jimin must notice the obvious terror in your eyes, because he’s suddenly lurching forward, drawing nearer until he’s mere inches from you. You’re completely frozen, staring up at the strand of hair that falls over his brows.

“How could you-” He bites his tongue, anger flickering across his features before he schools himself back into neutrality. “That was extremely careless of you, coming here.”

“I wasn’t asking for a scolding-”

“How am I supposed to protect you like this?!” Each word falls atop you like an anvil. Jimin stares you down, and you fight to hold his gaze. “How am I supposed to protect this sorry excuse of a family when I don’t even know what the plan is? He’s sicced Namjoon and I on you, and I couldn’t even contact you to warn you!”

The new information sends you reeling. “He…he knows?”

Jimin watches your expression as the new information sets in. Your eyes grow wide with fear, and only now does he allow himself to reach out to you. The selfish part of him is begging for him to pull you in tight, to cover you where he saw that boy holding you earlier behind the bar. He has yet to meet him – Jungkook, he thinks that was what you called him – but he already knows that he’s going to have a chat with him.

“Not about you,” Jimin quickly clarifies, brushing off some soot from your shoulder. He pretends to not notice the way your cheeks redden at the contact. “But he knows that there’s a new mafia rising. The Nameless is what you’re being called.”

You’re eyes are still wide with worry, so different from when he saw you just a few days ago. You seemed so fearless then.

What kind of hold does your father have over you?

“And he’s sending you two after us.”

“Yes. And Ortega, but he’ll be taken care of.”

You have a faraway look in your eyes now, and Jimin leans down so he’s eye-level with you. He catches your eye, hoping to bring you back to reality.

Brows furrowed, you sigh. “Can I tell you a secret?”

Jimin tries to hide his excitement. “Anything you want, sweetheart.” I’ll take it to my grave, his eyes convey.

Somehow your hand has found its way to his suit jacket, fingers bunching up the lapel. He steps closer, shielding you from all the world.

Your gaze is sheepish, darting from one end of the alley to the other before finally landing on him. “I…I have no idea what I’m doing.”

Not the most comforting statement from your future employer, but he can’t quite find it in himself to care. Brushing your hair back, he wonders what it might feel like to kiss that frown away. Something tells him you might taste like sunshine, and he��s dying to find out for himself.

“Nobody ever does,” Jimin whispers back, watching with rapt attention the way your eyes flutter as his thumb gently brushes over your cheek. “But you’re doing better than you think you are. Just…don’t be afraid to let me – us – help you.”

You cast your eyes downward, suddenly feeling vulnerable from your confession. Jimin smiles, tilting your chin up.

“Hands off.”

From the far side of the alleyway, a mand strides in from the sunshine. Jimin can’t quite place where he’s seen him before, but he’s struck with the sudden notion that he should be afraid.

“…excuse me?” Jimin stammers out. You sigh, and he turns to see that you’ve shed your vulnerable state for your typical mafia boss persona. It sends a thrill through him.

“Hoseok, I didn’t call for you.”

Hoseok gives you a cursory glance before his hawk-like gaze returns to Jimin’s figure. He feels like he’s being observed through a sniper’s glass, and instinctively checks the nearby rooftops for a gun trained on him.

Jimin jumps back as Hoseok nears your side. It’s with utter disdain that Hoseok regards him, finally responding to you.

“This is your blond, I’m assuming.” He turns back to you, extending his arm. “I agree with Taehyung. He’s not your type.”

“Excuse me, I-”

Hoseok arches one perfect eyebrow as Jimin sputters. “You’re excused, Mr. Park. I think you’ve done quite enough.”

It’s to Jimin’s utter horror that he watches as you take Hoseok’s arm as though it were second nature. Looking for all the world like the newest couple to cross Vogue’s cover, Jimin feels for the first time that he’s out of his depth.

Boys like Jungkook and Taehyung, he can handle. But Hoseok…

This man is a different breed. He sees it in the way you almost imperceptibly lean into his touch, setting a stripe of jealousy up Jimin’s spine before he can stop it.

Flinching under Hoseok’s gaze, he wonders if he knows exactly what’s going on in his head. Judging from the grin playing at the corners of his mouth, he must.

“Hoseok,” you say, completely oblivious to the mental war raging between the two men. “What are you doing down here? I thought you were supposed to be on a rooftop.” You idiot, Jimin mentally hisses. This is your job, not some dating television show.

Shrugging, Hoseok turns to lead you down the alley. “Something came up. We’re taking the Benz back to the house. The others can take the SUV.”

“What came up?”

Jimin watches as though stuck behind glass, fighting to break through and call after you. He finally manages to open his mouth. “Wait! We need to meet soon!”

You glance at him over your shoulder, and only now does he notice the conflicted look in your eyes. “Check your suit pocket, sweetheart.”

With that, you’re gone.

Hoseok escorts you across you back to the front of the bar, needing to grab the keys from Seokjin. You hurry inside, a disapproving stare plastered into your features as you enter the room.

“Wait, so you’re telling me that you’ve been strapped down to this Bianchi guy for the past six years?” Seokjin sounds absolutely incredulous. “That’s no way to live, Namjoon. Have you ever considered becoming a free agent, like me?”

Namjoon leans up against the bar, lost in conversation with the arsonist. He hardly notices you entering the room, but when he does he takes one look at Hoseok and you’re instantly reminded of his words from the jail.

“And Jung Hoseok, what do you have to say about that, huh? The man’s never tied himself to anyone, and yet word on the street is that he’s groveling at your feet.”

Removing your arm from his, you don’t miss the way Namjoon’s eyes track the movement. When he finally looks up at you, his gaze is burning with ire.

“Seokjin, we need the keys to the Benz,” Hoseok states, striding toward the man in question with zero hesitation. He sticks out a hand to Namjoon. “Jung Hoseok.”

Namjoon shakes his hand a tad violently, but remains neutral in his expression. “Kim Namjoon.”

“Why are you stealing my car?” Seokjin whines, fishing the keys out of his pocket. His lip has split again, which is no doubt courtesy of Jungkook. “Can’t you walk?”

Hoseok swipes the keys from him. “Taehyung will drive you back home. Hurry up and get out of here before anyone else comes snooping.”

“Where are the others?” You ask, not spotting Taehyung or Jungkook anywhere. Seokjin’s eyes snap to yours a touch too quickly, throwing you off.

“Out making sure nobody wanders in. Was that your father earlier? You two look nothing alike.”

You open and close your mouth like a fish, entirely unsure of how to respond. “I…yes, that was him.”

Seokjin nods, making a show of cracking his neck before continuing to speak. “Do I get to burn down his mansion? I’m assuming it’s of little sentimental value to you.”

Hoseok is already halfway out the door now, motioning for you to follow him. You follow after him, bidding Namjoon goodbye and hating the way his eyes flit back and forth between you and Hoseok. It’s almost like he’s searching for the final puzzle piece, ready to declare you solved and move on to the next thing.

Calling over your shoulder to Seokjin, you say, “Sure, burn it to the ground.” You glance back at him, stumbling a little when you see the glee in his expression at the mere thought of burning again. It makes you pause, one hand on the doorway as you assess the mysterious man once more.

“Jin?”

His smile falters before he’s plastering it back on. “Yes, darling?”

“…why do you burn?”

Just there, for a fraction of a second, the mask slips. Seokjin loses the unhinged air about him for half a heartbeat, the glimmer in his eyes fading into something almost real.

But then it’s gone, replaced by a mountain you’re too afraid to cross. Seokjin touches his split lip, wincing a little. Head tilted to one side as he surveys you, he gives a noncommittal shrug.

“Easy: fire keeps me from freezing over, darling.”

He holds your stare, daring you to ask more, to dive deeper. Unfortunately, you’re unprepared for that today. Instead, you nod, and step out into the sunshine, leaving Seokjin and Namjoon behind.

Hoseok is waving at Taehyung and Jungkook who are about a block down the street. They wave back at the two of you, and you notice another figure in their midst. Jimin.

You only pray that this isn’t part of some hairbrained scheme to murder Taehyung in your absence.

Once Hoseok brings the car around you jump in. He speeds down the block, eyes focused on the road.

“So what was this all about? What happened?”

“I managed to bug your father’s vehicle while he was inside the bar with you.”

You blink. “You what? Hoseok, that’s amazing!”

A shy smile graces his features, one that you’ve never seen before. He shrugs before continuing, completely brushing off your compliment. “I overheard some interesting details while you were off in the back alleyway with that blond, thought you might be interested.”

“Yes, please.”

“Wow, so polite.”

“When I want to be.”

Hoseok chuckles before explaining more. “It sounds like there’s going to be an inter-mafia event this coming weekend. It was all he could talk about in the car; it’s a big deal. All of the mafias here on the east coast are gathering for a one-night truce, in order to hold a gala.”

“…everyone? Which means-”

“It’s the perfect night for a heist,” Hoseok finishes eagerly. “We just need to get our hands on an invitation.”

Watching the decrepit buildings of Queen’s Wharf flash past the window, you can’t help but smile. Finally. Things are looking up.

“I’m gonna need a date.”

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angellbarnes · 3 years

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Forgotten Love - part six: no longer one of them

chapter summary: the truth will set you free, if it doesn't kill you first. The team interrogates you and your past.

pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

words: 2.3k

warnings: language, mentions of torture, needles

A/N: sorry it's been a while but finally got around to finishing this chapter. Pls like, comment and reblog as always! :)🤍

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You look around the blank, boxy room. Then down at your hands, where your wrists are chained to a table. Then down at your ankles, where they are chained to the chair you’re sitting on. It’s been at least thirty minutes since you were left in here by yourself, struggling in your restraints. Your breathing becomes rugged and you can’t hold down the panic rising within, no matter how hard you try. Even closing your eyes, all you see are them. In a sudden rush of emotion you manage to yank yourself free from each chain and stand, pushing the chair from behind you and sending flying back, hitting the wall and crashing to the floor. You look up to the wall opposite, noticing your disheveled reflection in the mirror, fists balled up tight. A one-way mirror, no doubt.

“No, no, no, no, no.” You repeat to yourself. Your hands fly to your hair, raking through it and grabbing while your chest heaves and your head spins. Steadying yourself with the table for a moment to calm yourself as best you can. You tread carefully towards the door but stop in your tracks, physically frozen in place as you try and place how many footsteps are heading towards you now.

There are seven of them. Three, you notice, stay at the door whilst the others carry on, presumably to whatever room is behind that mirror.

The door opens.

“What in the-” Fury begins, seeing you standing before him and noticing the mess you’d left. “Let me see your hands.” He brings up a gun that seems to glare straight at you, as if to say there’s no getting out of this. So, you show your hands.

Tony and Nat are behind him and Natasha walks to the chair that is on its side, picks it up and sets it back down at the table, then motions stoically for you to sit back down.

“Take a seat. We’re gonna be here for a while. And before you try anything stupid, don’t.” Fury states. You sit back down and suddenly notice the dryness of your mouth and throat.

The three of them now stand before you, looming over like the shadows of your past.

“There’s a lot to unpack here, so I suggest we start with whatever the hell just happened upstairs.” Tony begins. His face is forbidding, as are the others, and his arms are crossed.

You remain silent.

“This is the part where you start talking.” Your gaze shifts to meet a single, harsh eye. God knows he only needs one to get the job done.

“I-”

“What Barnes said. Was it true? Did you help torture him as the Winter Soldier?” Natasha’s voice is demanding, needing.

“No.” You say, finally mustering up a word. “Well, yes. No and yes.”

“What do you mean no and yes?” Fury leans forward on the table.

“Not exactly.”

“Cut the crap. Did you, at any point, help HYDRA in torturing Bucky?”

Silence. Then,

“Yes.” It came out as a broken whisper.

Behind the glass, Bucky takes in a sharp breath. Deep down he knew it was true, but that didn’t stop him from wanting it not to be.

Someone begins walking towards the door from the opposite room. Steve enters and switches out with Tony. Steve looks more disappointed than anything, which makes your heart ache more.

“Why? Why were you with them?”

“Steve-”

“Just answer the question.” Steve closes his eyes in exasperation, letting his head fall forward. He can barely look at you.

“I was alone, back when I joined.” You begin. “At the time I was sheltering in an abandoned warehouse that was half blown to pieces. They found me. I was vulnerable and they knew it. So they took me in, fed me, gave me a roof over my head, a proper one. I thought they were good people, at first.” You’re looking down at your lap as you speak, not wanting to risk looking anyone in the eye.

“And how do we know this isn’t some bullshit story you’ve made up to get us to sympathise with you?” Nat chimes in, brows knit together by the thread of betrayal.

“For all we know you could still be one of them. Feeding everything back to them since you got here. Is that what you’ve been doing? Gaining our trust in order to have inside information? This whole goddamn time.” Steve is angry. More than you’ve seen him before. But it’s not the kind of anger that him and Tony might share when the other gets on their nerves, no. This anger is the one that comes from deep within you, that only shows when you’ve been stabbed deep enough in the back for it to come seeping out all crimson red.

“No, it’s not like that. I’m done with HYDRA, I promise.”

“Well that promise doesn’t mean much to us.” Fury comments.

“I know. But it’s all I have.”

Fury holds his fingers up to his ear. “Hill, bring it in.” A moment after Fury’s request she is heading round and into the room. She passes him a folded piece of paper.

“This,” he begins to unfold it. “was surprisingly easy to find. Inside a book? Really?” He leans onto the table and slides the paper forwards. You are now face to face with yourself; the file page you'd retrieved from the first mission. You rub your hands together, as if hoping for a genie to appear so you could wish for this to have never happened.

“That’s not me. Well, it is me. But it’s not who I am. The person you’ve come to know since I joined this team is the real me. I’m not that person.” You look back down at the photograph of your deadened self. “Anymore.”

“Care to explain?” Nat asks.

“After a while with HYDRA, I realised that some others from the rooms near me were being taken somewhere else. I didn’t know where, though; they wouldn’t tell us. Eventually I was the only one left, and none of the others had come back yet.” Your throat is dryer than ever. “They took me to a room. A dark one. And they sat me in a chair. Strapped me down. I could hear some screams from neighbouring rooms but they dismissed it, said people were hurt and they were treating them. They were lying, of course, but at the time I was naive enough to believe them. They stuck a needle in my arm and released an acidically blue liquid into my bloodstream. At first it was excruciating. It felt as though someone was searing my veins as it moved from my arm and into my chest, then up my neck and down my torso. Then it was everywhere. My mind was so clouded with pain, until it just… stopped. I felt numb. And after that, HYDRA turned me into their own personal weapon. Because I was their success. I was the one who survived. They had used a different serum on all twelve of us, trying to find one that worked. And it finally did. At first I felt special to have been the one that survived. Proud, even. But soon it turned into something more sinister, and I realised how lucky the others were…”

The silence in the room is deafening. To a point where you have to start shuffling in your seat just to rid it. It’s hard to gage anyone’s emotions at this point. Natasha leaves, silently, without glancing back. Though she doesn’t head towards the others behind the mirror, she walks away in the opposite direction. Your heart hangs heavy in your chest with the thought of having hurt her this much.

“So, you’re telling me, the serum we found on that mission last week hasn’t just been created? They’d already figured it out and used it on you?” Steve’s question is spoken as more of a statement, everyone already knowing the answer.

“Yes.” You whisper.

“And that’s where these powers came from? The serum?”

“Yes.”

“Another supersoldier. ‘Cause we don’t have enough of those.” Fury scoffs. “And why do they always have to come from HYDRA?”

“The serum made you stronger and faster. But it doesn’t explain your extra power. Where did that come from?” Steve interrogates.

“The serum as well.” Your voice is weak and strained by guilt as you speak. “When they were recreating it they also… experimented with it. Once they knew they perfected the original serum they started tampering with additional elements and quantities. It wasn’t until me when one of them worked. The serum they’d created managed to grip on to certain sensory nerves and cells and increased the sensitivity, or… something about exteroreceptors, maybe? I can’t exactly remember the science of it all-”

“So, just like that, we’re supposed to trust you?” Steve cuts you off, his vigilant tone as unnerving as his stare.

“Send Barnes in.” Fury motions to agent Hill, who exits the room, only to return with him: the one person you thought could get you out of this situation.

Bucky keeps his head down, making sure to avoid any eye contact. You desperately want to yell the truth at everyone - the whole truth - but you know that wouldn’t be wise. Especially since they’re already sceptical of everything that’s coming from your deceiving lips. They would never believe that. He would never believe it.

Not until he remembers it all.

“Bucky, do you know if this is the truth?” Hill cautiously asks him.

“No.”

“No, you don’t know, or no, it isn’t the truth?” Fury inquires.

“No, I don’t know.” He states, finally looking up and meeting your gaze. You can see the hurt in his eyes. It’s evident that these newly found memories haven’t treated him well. Especially since he’d started to take a liking to you, which he never let be known. He didn’t know what to make of it when he began to feel a strange, but strong, pull towards you. As if there was some invisible string that was pulling, connecting, the two of you together.

It frayed and snapped as soon as he remembered.

But knowing that he’d felt it in the first place makes his head hurt all the more.

“So, number 12, what is your real name?” Fury looks straight into your eyes, almost burning through your skull with his intensity.

“And don’t even think about lying to us again.” Steve snarls. You hesitate for a moment, drawing heavy breaths.

“My real name- my real name is Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Let’s put it to the test, shall we?” Fury proposes.

A few moments later, you’re being hooked up to a lie detector by Bruce. He then sits diagonal to you with the polygraph machine in front of him.

“We’re set.” He states.

“Perfect. Let’s get started, shall we?” Tony is now back in the room. A full house.

They don’t hesitate with the questions, getting straight into it, yes or no.

“Before you joined this team, were you a HYDRA agent?” Hill begins with. There is no way for you to escape this, no stopping the rollercoaster from plunging down as you reach the top.

“Yes.”

“An assassin?”

“Yes.”

“Do you still work for them?” Steve’s turn.

“No.”

“Do you still associate yourself with them in any way?”

“No.”

“Are you in contact with them?” Tony asks.

“No.”

“Do you plan on going back to them? Becoming one of them again?” Steve begins again.

“No.” You answer through gritted teeth now.

“Bruce?” Fury chimes in, and all heads turn to him, as he reads the coloured lines on the paper.

“She’s telling the truth so far.” He confirms.

The questions, the interrogating, it continues for several more minutes. Questions like: Are you loyal to this team? Are you really here to make good of your past? Is that life with HYDRA over for good?

Yes, yes, and yes.

“Did you assist in the torture of a Seargent James Barnes whilst you were a part of HYDRA?” Fury reads from a sheet, making sure to leave no stone unturned. A stone that it feels as if he just threw at your stomach. You force your eyes upwards and to Bucky’s, brimming with sadness.

“Yes.” Your answer feels so sour against your tongue. You pry your eyes away and they fall to the floor once more.

“All true.” Bruce confirms once more.

“But-”

“Last question.” Fury walks forward. “How did you manage to get through our system, without us finding any trace of who you really are?” He speaks slowly, deeply, sounding like he has gravel in his throat.

“The old me was classed as dead. I had nothing to my name, not even a life. And HYDRA didn’t make it their first priority to give me one. So, technically I was no one. It wasn’t that hard to create a completely new person. A clean slate, if you will.”

Everyone’s faces are stern, yet utterly mindfucked. No one knows what to think. Fury stands tall and motions his head to the door whilst looking at the others. Everyone exits the room in a disappointed silence.

Bucky is the last to leave. He stands, with his arms crossed and brows furrowed, directly in front of where you sit. The prolonged eye-contact is laced with an unknown, but oddly familiar, tension.

“Bucky, I-” As soon as you begin to speak he follows after the others and shuts and locks the door behind him.

Once again, you’re left with just yourself in the vacant room, besides the company of the chair, table and your infinite, anxiety-ridden thoughts of what the hell is going to happen to you now.

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lorenfangor · 2 years

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What if five minor characters became the Animorphs instead?

so the problem with this is that it’s actually a really complicated concept - which minor characters, for one thing? - and which people you pick drastically change the outcome of the story. however, I stuck to “humans in middle or high school who were possibly in the area + their friends and family”. The problem here is that in large part the people mentioned are name dropped once or twice with no real personality (except “girly girl” or “doesn’t like Marco”) so of course a lot of this is speculation.

I’m going to eventually reblog this with more commentary about the series overview, but for now, here’s our cast and our inciting incident.

Taylor Ingraham (mentioned famously in #33 and #43) is a sixteen-year-old cheerleader and a bit of a queen bee. She’s captain of the squad, easily the most popular girl in school, and harboring a somewhat unrealistic crush on Tom Berenson, who caused a social upset when he quit the basketball team and said goodbye to a college scholarship so he could focus on community service through local group The Sharing. In public she’s known for for being a shrill bitch and the epitome of every mean girl stereotype, but in private she’s a sensitive, warm girl who’s afraid of being rejected by everyone if she doesn’t make the most of her looks and her charms. Her mom’s a cop and her dad isn’t around much thanks to work.

Lina Davies (not going by her birth name, but mentioned somewhat notoriously more than once in Visser) is Taylor’s six-year-old cousin. She and her twin brother Luke (not his birth name either) were adopted two years ago by Taylor’s aunt Kathy after a brief stay in foster care; their names were changed by their new parents. She’s had a difficult time adjusting to her new life, but she likes Taylor a lot, and Taylor genuinely likes her. Our story begins at the mall, where she and Taylor have been ‘hanging out’, along with her friend Sara Berenson who she knows from choir camp.

Sara Berenson is eight years old and just as mad about the world as Lina is. They bonded over having the same favorite book (The Wonderful Wizard of Oz) and they’ve stayed in touch thanks to living in the same neighborhood. Her parents are divorced, and her older sister Rachel gets stuck with babysitting duty most nights; this trip to the mall was a break for both of them.

Brittany Chen (no last name given, mentioned in #29) is the younger sister of Taylor’s best friend and former fellow cheerleader Hilary Chen. Hilary is attending an exclusive boarding school for her last few years of high school, and Taylor misses her. When Lina and Sara want to go to the mall, Taylor (who has a car) invites Brittany and her two best friends Allison and Darlene along. Her dad’s an actuary and her mom’s a real estate agent; her family’s been in the US for over a hundred years after emigrating to San Francisco from China.

Allison Foster (mentioned in #29) is a brainy fashionista who sees clothing as performance art. She’s one of Brittany’s two best friends. Her dad’s a programmer who moved her family to Santa Barbara from Tahlequah, Oklahoma in the 80s to work for Matcom. Allison is Cherokee with European ancestry on her mom’s side, but is enrolled with her tribe and considers herself connected to her culture. She dyes her hair red because she thinks it makes her eyes look more striking.

Darlene Smith (no last name given, appears in MM1) is the most popular girl in the seventh grade, but her best friends are Brittany and Allison. She’s a jock, but her sport of choice is figure skating and her idols are Surya Bonaly and Debi Thomas. She dreams of being the first person to land a quad in competition and of being the first black figure skater to win gold at the Olympics.

Of these six, only Taylor, Brittany, Allison, and Darlene wind up being active combatants on most missions. Sara serves as support/surveillance in bird morphs, and Lina only has the morphing power so she can hide or escape quickly.

How do they get the morphing power? Taylor is driving everyone home after an evening at the mall that she pretended to be way less interested in than she actually was (she does love kids deep down under the superficial bitch facade) and they witness a strange ship landing in the construction site near the mall. Assuming it’s a Navy plane from the nearby base, they park the car and go to help, only to find an Andalite emerging from the wreckage. He calls himself Captain-Prince Nerefir-Ascurel-Keniag of the Dome Ship GalaxyTree, and warns the six of them that their world is in danger. He tells them that he is planning a last defiant stand against the Yeerks, and that the Andalite fleet is coming, but that they need to run, and they know enough that they’ll have to hide. He gives them the morphing power explicitly for concealment, and tells them that fighting would be foolish.

What happens to the cube? Unlike the kids in canon, these girls don’t lose track of it - Allison puts it in her backpack purse.

Do they watch Nerefir die? Sadly, yes. Taylor gets everyone moving quickly, but they don’t make it all the way back to her car on the outskirts of the construction site in time. They hide out in the half-finished foundation of a building and watch in horrified silence as he loses his fight against Visser Three. They keep silent, somehow, and escape; they wait a long time before they feel safe sneaking back to the car. Taylor tells the parents of the other girls that she had a flat tire but that they got it changed together, and switches out her tire for the spare to prove her story.

What happens next? The six of them meet up at the mall again the next day, hanging out in the arcade where it’s loud and they can’t be easily overheard. They all resolve to do nothing until they know for sure it wasn’t some kind of collective hallucination, but the trouble finds them quickly - Allison’s friend and classmate Melissa Chapman breaks down crying in the bathroom one day, culminating in a frightened confession that she doesn’t think her parents love her anymore. Allison comes over to study - she’s a math whiz, and Melissa struggles with it - and accidentally acquires Fluffer McKitty. When she says she’s leaving to go home, she stashes her backpack in the yard and morphs the cat for the first time, following Mr. Chapman downstairs and overhearing a meeting with Visser Three. The war is real now, for all of them, and they’re going to have to find a way to help this girl and keep from getting caught.

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chaeiimimi · 3 years

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02 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖔 𝖇𝖆𝖇𝖞

Summary: you weren’t really sure how it happened, but an average student who wore glasses and spent all her extra time on bookstores and library managed to date your school’s volleyball club setter. On your 3rd year of law school, your ten years anniversary to be exact, he went home from Argentina and it was a week before he was going back, he broke up with you with the reason of he can’t handle long-distance relationship anymore despite being at it for two years. You didn’t cry, you stood there as he was sobbing in front of you, you held his face in your palms and offered him a gentle smile, gentle enough to let him know you’ll support him and will always be watching him, together with the child in your stomach right now, but he doesn’t need to know that.

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after feeding Hayato, you spent the whole morning preparing for your afternoon picnic with the boys, cooking up food, cleaning the house and preparing the picnic basket, it was your day off

by afternoon, Akira called you during their stopover saying she wants you to pick her up tomorrow morning which you agreed to do

it was a well-spent afternoon, you walked to the park, pushing twin stroller.

you set up the picnic blanket and the food as you laid the twins on the blanket and almost immediately they crawled around the cloth giggling at each other while you indulge in a new book, a sandwich and an iced coffee

the neighborhood teenagers played with your sons (with your permission ofc) cooing at how adorable they were

you spent a good four hours in the park, it was already getting dark when you decided to go home, you kept your stuff and journeyed back home , dropping by the grocery store in front of your place to stock up on your food and your babies’ food

the store was owned by two lovely old couple who were always happy with having you come by, they would give you coupons for baby food and offer to take care of the boys as you shop, it wasn’t only the elderly couple who loved the boys, your landlady who got divorced the same year you gave birth to your kids also loved them and brought fruits for you during her visits, the couple and their three-year-old son next door loved inviting you every so often, the lovely flower shop owner down the streets gave you flowers on mother’s day when she saw you were pregnant even the Thai food restaurant owner and his daughter loved giving you discounts on takeout with the promise of bringing the twins with you the next time you come visit

you were truly blessed to have such an amazing and friendly neighborhood

when you arrived home, you quickly put the groceries to their rightful places, gave the twins a bath and tuck them in and then finally eating dinner

you were now standing in front of the airport, waiting for your best friend to arrive, you left the twins in the care of your parents

“besstiieeee” the shrill voice of your bestfriend invaded your ears as she ran towards you and gave you a tight embrace which you reciprocated

damn you missed this woman so much

“oh my gosh I missed you, you crazy woman” you rolled your eyes at her but there was a happy smile on your face

“where’s your hotel? let’s take your stuff there” you suggested

“oh no don’t worry about that, my assistant already took care of that”

sometimes you forget that your best friend was now a world-renowned photographer

you nodded silently

“let’s go shopping for clothes to wear tomorrow” she squeals enthusiastically

“oh yea sure i’ll accompany you, I have clothes at home-”

“oh no girl, we are glamming you up” you looked at her with a deadpanned expression

“what? i haven’t seen you glammed up, since- i don’t know High School Prom? pleaaassseeee” and then she hits you with her puppy dog eyes

you just sighed knowing you were in for a shopping spree that lasts for an eternity

“Asahi-san”

you tilted your head in confusion as you walked in a fashion store owned by Karasuno’s ace?

“hello to you Akira” he said in a gentle voice

the first time you talked to him you were actually shocked at how gentle his voice is, he always seemed so...intimidating?

“can you pick an outfit for my best friend? we’re attending a high school reunion”

he looks at you and offered you a small smile

“alright, this way ladies”

you were now standing in front of the venue, wearing a tight gray dress with a white long sleeve kind of see through material underneath and some black heels (this) while Akira stood beside you in her pretty red velvet dress

your heart was thumping really hard against your chest, it felt like it was about to break your ribcage, you wanted to back out right then and there

“let’s go?” Akira asked patting your shoulders as you nodded nervously

you entered the venue and saw a lot of familiar faces, you were not very friendly during high school and you were either known as “Oikawa’s girlfriend” or “Akira’s bestfriend”

but you did greet the people who greeted you and exchanged smiles with some people often

you even met Kyotani, Yahaba, Kindaichi and Kunimi at the bar as they greeted you and Akira

you gave them a “good evening” and a smile

unlike you, Akira was a sociable person, that’s why you were left in a table alone while she greets her old friends, you even had to assure her that you were fine

“Y/n” you turn your head to the direction of the familiar voice

“Iwa” you smiled at the former ace

“it’s been so long, how are you?” he asks as he sits on the chair beside you

“I’ve been good” you smiled

there was silence for a while when he suddenly spoke up

“how are they?” he asks

“they grew up healthy and happy” you tensed up a little bit

“did you receive my six-month gift?” he asks and you chuckled

“yes Iwa, the stroller was very convenient, thank you” you gave him a smile

“are you planning on telling him?” he asks

you gave him a sad smile

“being in the same industry, you know fully well that now’s not the right time”

he nods at you silently, yes he knows, but he can’t help but feel sad for his bestfriend, he was missing out on a lot, he also can’t help but feel sorry for you, you were only in your mid twenties yet you are carrying such a heavy burden

raising a child isn’t easy, let alone raising twins, parenting and finance are no where near easy tasks

“iwa-chan you-”

that moment, your breathe hitched, the pounding of your heart muffled the music blasting, your throat started to tighten and there were tears ready to form at the back of your eyes

you wanted to run to him, hug him tightly, tell him everything you’ve been going through since he left, tell him about his sons and how they resembled him so much

but you were stuck in your seat

“hey”

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booksweet · 3 years

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Starring: Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

Synopsis: what If your favorite character became real the moment you needed the most?

Contents: fluffy, probably shibuya incident arc spoilers (not too much), grammar mistakes

word count: 1.368

A/N: helloo, guys! It's Friday and the time has come for me to post again! This story came up because I'm reading (suffering) shibuya incident arc since Monday and it's been HARD, so it may be the aftereffects of 20 chapters read and a lot of crying and sobbing. Hope you like it!

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She was laying on her bed, not really in a peacefully way once she was reading one of her favorite stories and all the plot was driving her to hell and back. She knew it would be bad, it would be terrible, but no one warned her it was THAT BAD. She couldn't help but just cry after all that happened, she felt his pain and hurt through the pages, even though he was the strongest, he was still human. He was still capable of feeling sadness, pain, and grief.

She knew he was just a fictional character, but to her he was more. She loved him in a way she wished he was real, he was a fictional character tho, and hardly he would become real.

Still, she loved Gojo Satoru with all her heart, evertyhing in him enchanted her, from how he cared about his students to his cocky personality. She knew that her friends couldn't understand how much she cared about him, he didn't even exist, how could he affect her in so many ways?

Yet, there she was, wrapped in the sheets of her bed and in her pajamas while reading that manga, thank God it was late night and she was alone at home, otherwise someone would have come by to check her out - and the person would have a little surprise, seeing her with watery eyes and her red stuffy nose. How come just an arc like this one destroy her like that? How come?

"I can't read it anymore" She mumbled, leaving out a soft sneeze. "I'll finish it tomorrow. This arc is going to be my end."

And after pressing slightly the tip of her nose, she fell asleep slowly, head laying on her pillows, driving her to unknown dream places related to what happened to Gojo and the odd future of shibuya incident arc.

"Who are you?" she heard the voice before open her eyes, she felt a sweet air cherishing her face telling that there was someone closer to her. The first thing she thought was that seh was still sleeping and she was dreaming vividly.

How come I can feel anyone like this? She thought in panic. A man trespassed my house and he is in my room, I'm alone...

"Won't you open your eyes? I know you're awake" He said softly seeming to feel her fear. "I really need some answers, and you're the only one I have."

She almost yelled once she opened her eyes. Almost. Screaming requires air in her lungs, air that ran out of her when she looked at him. A man who was pretty much similar to her favorite character... Gojo? Satoru?

"This must be a dream, I am dreaming" She closed her eyes again, sheets upon her face. "This must be a dream, he's a fictional character-"

"Uh... I'm not?" He said and she could hear confusion in his tone. "Last time I checked, I'm a man in bone and flesh."

"Oh, I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming..." She pinched her arms, her cheeks, but she wouldn't wake. "Why am I not wakening?"

"Is this... because... you are already awake?" he said, and she looked at him again. Still not believing her eyes. It's not been a long time since she was crying over his sealing at the prison realm and now this?

"How?" She was out of words, the one she... loves? Her comfort character was right beside her as confused as ever, and handsome as hell. "You're more beautiful in person..." She mumbled.

"First: Yes, I am." He said with a smirk growing on his face, eyes still covered by his blindfold. "Second: I don't really know what happened, I thought this was the prison realm, but..." He pinched the tip of his nose with frustation and then looked at her, she felt her body warming as he was fully concentrated on her. "Prison realm only accepts one prisoner by turn, so once I saw you sleeping there, I realized I wasn't really trapped in there. Then where am I? Who are you?"

"O-oh I'm-" She tried to say, but the words wouldn't come out, stuttering as she was right now. She shook her head, If this is real, I have to recompose myself. "I'm Y/N and... I don't know how to explain either, but you came into my word from that little book over there" His head turned out to the manga she put on her desk before sleeping. He kept staring it for a while in silence. And an unease feeling was rising down her throat. "Say something, please."

"To be honest, this is the first time I actually have nothing to say," the sound of his voice was a muffled noise. "Last thing I remember before appearing here I was in Shibuya, fighting and..." His body became stiff as a rock, the memories were hiting him like waves, waves of sadness and hurt.

"Yeah, I know..." And she really knew, in some ways, she felt his pain, and cried because of his broken eyes and she saw him realizing Getou's body was stolen, his best friend's body.

Here they were again in this obnoxious silence, she felt sadness arising from him. She coudn't take it. If this was real, she would do something to him try to forget the pain. Even if it is just for a moment.

"Hey," she called him, taking him out of his reveries. "Wanna go downstairs to have breakfast? You seem hungry." A smile started to grow wild upon his face, and she never felt such joy.

"I was thinking you'd never ask!" He stood up in a wink of an eye, and Oh God he is tall. "I'm going first, I see you need to change your clothes." Her face became red like a tomato, remembering she was still on her pajamas all this time, the shock made her forget about it. "Unless you want me to stay..." She tried to threw her pillow on him, but he was faster and a loud sound came from the closed door. Why was her heart beating so fast?

"So, how are you?" She tried to catch his attention once more. After she showered, reality came punching her in her face. It wasn't a dream, Gojo Satoru was real and he was at her home, drinking coffee with her. She tightened her hand's grip on her mug while waiting for his aswer. It was hard to resist trying pass her thingers through his white hair, touch his clothes, his arms just to prove once more his was real indeed.

"I don't know exactly" he said with a strange voice, Is he tired? She thought. "I'm not trapped at the prison realm, but at here. I still can't help the ones I care so... Yeah, I-"

A sudden hug made him stop with his words, she mindlessly held her arms around his torso, hugging him tight with tear in her eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." She coudn't stop apologizing, he probably wouldn't understand but Who cares? He mattered to her, she didn't mind anything else.

"Y/N..."He held her back, arms around her shoulders and waist. It's so warm. "You don't need to..."

"But I feel to." She stopped again what he was saying. "I can feel your sadness from here, I can feel your pain. I don't know what's happening for you to come here, but still I care about you. I cared about even without known this would happen. And now, I'm caring more and more because I know you are real."

After a moment of silence that seemed like hours, he left out a soft smile "Okay, let me hug you then". With his right hand, he took off his blindfold and she was blessed by his stunning blue eyes. Eyes that can see everything. I could easily get lost...

"Then I will be here to find you again" He said hugging her tighter than ever, the smell of black coffee surrounding them. "I still don't know what I am doing here and why, but I know that if I'm with you, we'll discover it sooner than you think."

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The New Emperor’s Concerto

The year is 2228 and the world is on the cusp of World War Four. London is rife with anarchists and secret plots. It looks like dark days are coming for the British Empire. Darker than any that have been seen for decades.

But luckily England has some help.

Sir Lysander is the King's Righteous Man-and all that entails. He's the king's right hand, and a red one at that, the man who stands in the shadows and does what needs to be done for the protection of his country.

Eidolon is a phantom, the anarchist group Apophis's top retrieval expert. They need something, he gets it, no matter the consequence. Even though he'd secretly prefer to be in his flat with his cat and a good book.

They've been butting heads for a while but in times like these, loyalties are known to change and right now, any help is good help. They just didn't count on being the only thing standing between England and the start of the next world war.

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It’s been eight years since Jack left his life in the mafia. Eight years since his adopted father was murdered. Eight years since his own brother shot him in revenge and he had to go into hiding, nothing but a dead man.

When the past comes back to haunt him in the worst way possible, Jack is forced to leave his new life as a homicide detective to flee his faceless enemy, leaving a dead partner in his wake. But the bodies keep piling up and Jack can no longer avoid his past when he finds out that all of the deaths turn out to be connected to one person—The Don of Rosa Nera.

Things get even more complicated when his brother shows up out of the blue, leading his own investigation with information that their adopted father, Paccioretti, had gathered before his death. Despite their turbulent past, Jack and Sebastian decide it’s in their best interests to join forces and fight against the enemy who took so much away from them.

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"There's no place like gnome."

Stranger Things 3: The Game.

Gnomes 1-10. ��‍♂️

IT'S FINALLY HERE!

It's no secret that the Duffers take a lot of inspirations from Pop Culture. From the most well known movies to the more obscure comics, they are always able to sneak a reference somewhere everytime. And they are also able to make it connected to the story.

I've bragged about how the Stranger Things expanded universe in media is one of the best out there compared to many others. I think that the Duffers, the writers or people in the highest places of the marketing are really paying attention to what comes out of the ST franchise because there is no way to have such content with so many details without someone looking into them.

And ST3: The Game is a very good example of that.

So let's start! The first 10 Gnomes out of 50 that you have to find in the game.

BE AWARE THAT THERE ARE SPOILERS BELOW!

"There's elements that could please those who makes metas/analyzes or theories. Especially things related to possible future plot points, easter eggs, references in previous seasons mainly season 3 like unsolved mysteries or unanswered questions and for future seasons such as season 4 like foreshadowing or teasers, trailers or as of lately the sneak peek."

If you have anything you'd like to add, might think I have missed or think it might be referencing something else don't hesitate to share it by commenting or reblogging.

(Say thanks to @hawkinsschoolcounselor for having helped me with some of them. )

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Gnome #1: Johnny

"He's here... with an axe."

Overall plot:

"The film's central character is Jack Torrance, an aspiring writer and recovering alcoholic who accepts a position as the off-season caretaker of the isolated historic Overlook Hotel in the Colorado Rockies. Wintering over with Jack are his wife, Wendy Torrance, and young son, Danny Torrance. Danny is gifted with "the shining", psychic abilities that enable him to see into the hotel's horrific past. The hotel cook, Dick Hallorann, also has this ability and is able to communicate with Danny telepathically. The hotel had a previous winter caretaker who went insane and killed his family and himself. After a winter storm leaves the Torrances snowbound, Jack's sanity deteriorates due to the influence of the supernatural forces that inhabit the hotel, placing his wife and son in danger."

So I assume a lot of you know The Shining by Stanley Kubrick. A movie which was adapted from the novel of the same name by Stephen King in 1977.

There's a lot of things that could have served as an inspiration for ST.

A boy/child who has psychic abilities = Eleven has psychic abilities such as telekinesis. Will has his True Sight which consist in seeing what the MF was seeing and feeling.

Now there's also the theme of family and parenthood that is also a big theme in Stranger Things. Especially abusive parenthood such as Brenner, Lonnie and even Hopper to a smaller degree.

In Shining, Jack tries to kill his family with an axe due to supernatural forces that are in the hotel but there's a difference between King and Kubrick. While King specifically said that Jack was heavily influenced by the Hotel, Kubrick shows that Jack always had that sinister violence in him even before they arrived at the hotel.

It's interesting to draw a parallel to Billy and Will, both characters called William who tried to kill their families and other people while being possessed. But Billy compared to Will was shown to have been abusive even before that. Dacre Montgomery also said that he was inspired by Jack Nicholson's performance in the Shining for his character Billy.

Joyce and Jonathan were shown to get ready to fight the monsters by taking an axe.

It's also interesting to note that Jack dies in the snow while a blizzard is happening outside the hotel. Much like the storm of the Mindflayer who is in the Upside Down, the same Mindflayer who "likes it cold". While in the book, the Overlook explodes and burn.

(Cold vs Fire much like everything Upside Down related not liking Fire.)

Also "Johnny" = "Jonathan", it's kind of similar and Jonathan did wield an axe before. Maybe this is teasing parts of Jonathan storyline next seasons ?

The gnome was also found in Mike's basement, Mike who wants to be a writer when he's older just like Jack.

Let's just hope that Jonathan and Mike don't get the same fate as Jack.

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Gnome #2: Christine

"Two bright, beaming lights for eyes."

Overall plot:

"Written by Bill Phillips and based on Stephen King's 1983 novel of the same title, the movie follows the changes in the lives of Arnie Cunningham, an awkward and unpopular teenager, his friends, his family, and his teenage enemies in Rockbridge, California after Arnie buys a classic red and white 1958 Plymouth Fury named Christine, licence number CQB 241, a car that seems to have a jealous, possessive personality – and a mind of its own, which has a bad influence on Arnie. After working on a car in a junkyard owned by Will Darnell, Arnie drops his glasses, starts dressing like a 1950's greaser and develops an arrogant and paranoid personality. He than decides to invite and date the most beautiful girl in highschool, Leigh, who will soon become the next victim of Christine."

I was actually quite surprised by how this story parallels Stranger Things a lot.

First off, Christine is very much like The Mindflayer, a dangerous supernatural being set out to destroy anyone who is in her way, the people who tries to take the things that she thinks belongs to her or threatens her. This is very much relevant to The Mindflayer who after being hurt by the Fire created by the Hawkins Lab was upset and attacked everyone he could. Or as Will putted "Not me, everyone else."

This is very much like Christine who tried to kill Leigh because she was taking her place in the life of Arnie. Christine also tried to kill the bullies of Arnie who after a conflit with him, tried to destroy the car which angered Christine heavily.

The Mindflayer has been described someone who views himself as superior to other species and wants to conquer them, even if it's not his real "goal", the description fits anyone who is possessive and paranoid.

Both the MF and Christine are associated with the color red. Red storm = red color of the car.

Arnie ressembles Will and Billy alot. Will is an awkward and unpopular teenager who after being possessed by the Mindflayer became very different and more violent. Billy was shown to be paranoid, jealous, violent and his look even ressembles the one Arnie takes after repairing Christine.

Both of these boys have the same name as Will Darnell, the owner of a junkyard. Just like the boys in Season 1 who takes shelter in a junkyard, or in season 2 where they fight the Demodogs.

Billy dies, killed by the Mindflayer just like Arnie who was completely possessed by Christine who tried to kill Leigh and Dennis, his best friend after they tried to destroy the car when they realised the supernatural nature of it.

Billy's car ressembles a lot Christine with those lights on. Especially with shots like in the Void or at Starcourt during the night.

Chrissy, a new character that will be in season 4, the most popular girl in Hawkins High like Leigh, has a name that is the diminutive of Christine. It is said that under the perfect surface lies a dark secret. Much like the car Christine, while a beauty is actually a dangerous supernatural being. We'll see if the both of them actually connects in the show.

Also it is set in California where Billy and Max come from and has been rumored by many people due to set leaks (The Surfer Boy Pizza Van.) that it is where the Byers went. I won't get into it in this post but this could be a tease or hint of that IF the set leaks ARE true and not fake to mess with people and the fandom.

Arnie also dies in a car crash having been completely possessed by the evil powers of Christine which is something we see in the sneak peek of ST4. It also reminds of Carrie who has a bully named Chris who she kills in a car crash with her boyfriend Billy aka William.

So will someone die from that car crash ? Who is it ? Chrissy, Joyce, Lonnie ? We can only speculate.

The gnome is also found outside the Wheeler's house where Karen lives near the community pool where Billy works and where the car of Billy is located during the first few chapters of the game. Again, a "bad boy" hitting on the beautiful girl in town. (with a lot of creepy subtext all over it.)

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Gnome #3: Doc

"Always mumbling something about being late."

Overall plot:

"Set in 1985, in the town of Hill Valley, California, the story follows Marty McFly, a teenager accidentally sent back to 1955 in a time-traveling DeLorean automobile built by his eccentric scientist friend Doctor Emmett "Doc" Brown. Trapped in the past, Marty inadvertently prevents his future parents' meeting—threatening his very existence—and is forced to reconcile the pair and somehow get back to the future."

So I don't think I need to explain why this is here given how much it has been shown and mentioned in season 3. But few things are interesting here, the fact that California is mentioned is a big deal for me again. I know you are aware of the set leaks just as I am aware, if we can trust them than this could be a hint of that location.

Next, we have the theme of Time. Now ever since ST4 was announced, clocks and times have been a key feature in the promotion. Who know what this might mean but again, we're not going to develop that in the post.

There is also the whole funny scenes of Robin realising that indeed Marty's mother had tried to "bang" her own son. Now given the nature of the shown, certain images in the show during certain events and certain stories, you know to what it connects and to which theories it connects. Won't develop further on it but it can be used as an element that can go into those theories.

The gnome is also found outside of Starcourt Mall where Robin and Steve talk about "Back to the Future". It is also where Billy has his "Back to te Future" moment with his car going extremely fast just like the DeLorean.

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Gnome #4: Indiana

"Master of Adventure."

Overall plot:

"After arriving in India, Indiana Jones is asked by desperate villagers to find a mystical stone and rescue their children from a Thuggee cult practicing child slavery, black magic, and ritualistic human sacrifice in honor of the goddess, Kali."

Fun fact, on Twitter for ST3 promo, a parody poster of this same movie has been posted here of the official ST account.

Jim is obviously Indiana Jones, the look speaks for itself and when he is in the Tunnels in season 2, there's a lot of Indiana Jones imagery.

And of course Kali as 008, a Hindu goddess but as we will see here, it parallels more the Mindflayer.

In 1935, Indiana Jones survives a murder attempt by Lao Che, a crime boss in Shanghai who has hired him to retrieve the remains of Emperor Nurhaci. With his young orphaned Chinese sidekick, Short Round, and the nightclub singer, Willie Scott, in tow, Indy flees Shanghai on a cargo aircraft. While the three of them are asleep, the pilots (employed by Lao Che) dump the fuel and escape via parachute, leaving the plane to crash over the Himalayas. The three narrowly manage to survive by jumping out of the plane on an inflatable raft.

(I wonder if this could be something we see in season 4 with Hopper where he tries to escape on a plane and ends up crashing somewhere or is betrayed by someone who he asked the help of. Now it's a trio and in season 3, Jim, Joyce, Alexei and Murray are the main group that fits this trio. Jim for all the fighting and crazy shit, Joyce and Alexei are kind of like Short Round, they are the sidekicks of Hopper. Murray the role of Willie Scott since she speaks Chinese and him Russian and that Jim just like Indy finds annoying sometimes. Alexei is also kind of like Willie since he kinda goes along with them.

But if we also look at season 2, El is alot like Short Round since she is kind of an orphan too and has a father figure later on. It could also be Will since Hopper is with him a lot of times through season 2. Also Willie did felt out of her element like Alexei because of course he is Russian. Willie in itself doesn't have a lot in common with Joyce but still it's another connection to Will since she has a name close to the one of her sons. Something that does fit a bit more is Jim and Hopper both escaping death, of course Hopper at the end of season 3 but also during season 3 at the farm where he's being shot at by Gregori and than the car doesn't work and explodes and they have to make their way through the forest.

Willie Scott could also be referenced when El disguise herself as this pretty blonde girl in season 1.

Now however, Scoop Troops does fit certain parts of these trio. All the fighting with Steve like Indiana Jones but Robin got his brain because she cracked the code. Dustin and Erica are kinda like short round (especially Dustin who has kind of the same hat as short round.) and are referenced with all the others as children by Robin. Steve doesn't feel in his element like Willie with the three of them who are nerds just like Erica who also doesn't want to accept it. And Robin just like Willie speaks some languages.)

They ride down the mountain slopes and fall into a raging river, eventually arriving at the village of Mayapore in northern India. The villagers plead for their aid in retrieving the sacred stone (shivalinga) stolen from their shrine, along with their missing children, by evil forces in the nearby Pankot Palace. Indy agrees to do so, hypothesizing that the stone is one of the five Sankara stones given by the gods to help humanity fight evil. (It's kinda like Alexei who turns his back on the Russians, for his life of course and agrees to help Hopper close the gate to save Hawkins and their kids before monsters start to appear or may attack one of their kids. Now the stone could be something similar to the promethium or the two keys who opens the gate and is a highly valuable ressource. It also may be the Flayed who are needed to create the monster for the Mindflayer.)

The trio receive a warm welcome at Pankot Palace and are allowed to stay for the night as guests, attending a lavish, but revolting, banquet hosted by the young Maharajah. The officials rebuff Indy's theory that the Thuggee cult is responsible for their troubles. Later that night, Indy is attacked by an assassin. After Indy kills him, he discovers a series of tunnels hidden behind a statue and sets out to explore them, overcoming a number of booby-traps.

(This could be like when Hopper, Joyce and Murray disguised themselves as Russian soldiers but was than discovered by Grigori who attacks them.

The tunnels could be both groups discovering that there is a secret russian base underground and a gate which explains why there are monsters again in Hawkins but it also be the Source, Brimborn Steel Works, where the Mindflayer is lurking underground where he has cult-like followers who makes sacrifices for him to grow bigger and bigger.

It's also like the Tunnels in season 2 who explains why the soil of Hawkins seemed to literally rot. )

The trio reach an underground temple where the Thuggees worship Kali with human sacrifice. They discover that the Thuggees now possess three of the Sankara stones and have enslaved the children to search for the last two, hidden in the palace catacombs. As Indy tries to retrieve the stones, he, Willie, and Shorty are captured. Thuggee high priest Mola Ram forces Indy to drink a potion that puts him into a trance-like state in which he mindlessly serves the cult. (It's very much like Robin and Steve who after discovering the gate are catched by the Russians and than drugged to answer their questions. But also like the Flayed who drinks the chemicals and serves the Mindflayer like a mindless cult.)

Willie is prepared for sacrifice, while Shorty is put to work in the mines with the other children. Shorty escapes and returns to the temple, where he first frees Indy and, later, the Maharajah from the effects of the potion. Indy saves Willie and retrieves the stones. After freeing the children, Indy fights a hulking overseer and leaves him to be killed by a rock crusher. (Basically Dustin saves Steve and Robin. Willie being prepared for sacrifice is kind of like El prepared for sacrifice by Billy in 3x08 but also frees Billy from the effects of the Mindflayer by making him remember his mother, a pretty blonde woman like Willie and sacrifices himself. And Hopper fights Gregori, a "hulking overseer" and kills him.)

The trio escape from the temple, pursued by Thuggees, and barely escape Mola Ram's attempt to flood them out. They are again ambushed by Mola Ram and his henchmen on a rope bridge above a crocodile-infested river. Indy cuts the bridge, causing several of the henchmen to fall to the crocodiles and leaving the survivors to hang on for their lives. As Mola Ram and Indy struggle, Indy invokes the name of Shiva, causing the stones to glow red-hot and burn through Indy's satchel. Two of them fall out; Mola Ram tries to catch the third, but burns his hand and falls from the bridge and into the river, where he, too, is eaten by the crocodiles. (This can be connected to all the kids fighting in Hawkins with the Spider Monster. But the bridge could also fit for the key in the secret base where Hopper and Gregori fights. The gruesome death of Mola Ram is similar to the gruesome death that Gregori has.)

Indy catches the stone safely and climbs up just as a company of British Indian Army riflemen, sent by the Maharajah, arrive and open fire against the Thuggees to drive them away; the surviving Thuggees are soon cornered and arrested by more soldiers. Indy, Willie, and Shorty return safely to Mayapore with the stone and the missing children. (While it may end well in the movie, we know Billy and multiple people die, the Thuggees unlike the Russians have been captured while the Russians where all able to flee before the US Army arrives and Hopper is presumed dead. Only the children in both stories are alive but are probably traumatized for life.)

All in all we can see that this movie might have had a big influence on the plot of season 3 through many characters and more. It may have some hints about possible events for Hopper in season 4 or even beyond but that's about it for. It's a nice package of comparaisons and references though.

The gnome is found in the Hawkins Community Pool where Billy is. The same Billy who obeys mindlessly the Mindflayer and sacrifices people to it. Just like the Thuggees with Kali.

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Gnome #5: Chunk

"Posed in some odd dance maneuver."

Overall plot:

"In the film, a band of kids who live in the "Goon Docks" neighborhood of Astoria, Oregon, attempt to save their homes from foreclosure and, in doing so, they discover an old treasure map that takes them on an adventure to unearth the long-lost fortune of One-Eyed Willy, a legendary 17th-century pirate. During the adventure, they are chased by a family of criminals who want the treasure for themselves."

So first, let's get this out of the way, Sean Astin who play Bob Newby, our beloved who plays a character named Mikey.

The Goonies is a 1985 American adventure comedy film co-produced and directed by Richard Donner from a screenplay by Chris Columbus, based on a story by executive producer Steven Spielberg. In the film, kids who live in the "Goon Docks" neighborhood of Astoria, Oregon, attempt to save their homes from foreclosure and, in doing so, they discover an old treasure map that takes them on an adventure to unearth the long-lost fortune of One-Eyed Willy, a legendary 17th-century pirate. During the adventure, they are chased by a family of criminals who want the treasure for themselves.

I wonder if this might hint at some Season 4 plot right here. The Hawkins gang faces the threat of Hawkins becoming a literal ghost down and might need to find something to save it. Also Willy like William, again Will is still there.

The Goonies include optimist lead Goonie Mikey Walsh, his older brother Brandon, the inventive Data, the talkative Mouth, and the overweight klutz Chunk.

Rummaging through the Walshes' attic, they come across a 1632 doubloon and an old treasure map purporting to lead to the treasure of legendary pirate "One-Eyed Willy", believed to be located somewhere nearby. Mikey considers One-Eyed Willy to be the original Goonie. (It kinda reminds me of Mike who got mad at Max in season 2 and told her they didn't need another party member. And he mentionned Will first right after him.)

The kids overpower and bind Brandon and make their way to an abandoned restaurant on the coast that coincides with the map; Brandon soon follows alongside Andy, a cheerleader with a crush on him ( there has been cheerleaders that have been reported in season 4 such as Chrissy.); and Stef, Andy's friend. The group quickly discovers the derelict restaurant is a hideout of the Fratelli crime family: Francis, Jake, and their mother. (Maybe it is both a reference to the Russians in season 3 who have a hideout under the mall who have many restaurants. Or the Lab who OBVIOUSLY does a lot of illegal activities. )

The Goonies find a tunnel in the basement and follow it (like the tunnels made by the Mindflayer in season 2), but when Chunk flags down a motorist to go to the sheriff’s station, he gets abducted by the assailants and imprisoned with their hulking, deformed, younger brother Sloth. (This is obviously like Dustin who befriends Dart in season 2, a literal Demogorgon in the making.)

The Fratellis interrogate Chunk until he reveals where the Goonies have gone, and begin pursuit. Chunk is left behind with Sloth, but befriends him. After Sloth frees both of them, Chunk calls the sheriff, and both follow the trail of the Fratellis. (This is very reminiscent of Hopper in season 1 who gets interrogated by Lab agents or Steve and Robin by the Russians.)

The Goonies evade several deadly booby traps along the tunnels, while staying ahead of the Fratellis. Finally, they reach the grotto where Willy's pirate ship, the Inferno, is anchored. (Will also has a ship, the rainbow ship he drew for Joyce, also Inferno literally means Hell just like what Hawkins has been called.)

The group discovers the ship is filled with treasure, and they start filling their pockets, but Mikey warns them not to take any on a set of scales in front of Willy, considering that to be their tribute to him. As they leave the ship, the assailants appear and strip them of their loot. They start to bind the Goonies and make them walk the plank, until Chunk arrives with Sloth and distracts the assailants long enough for the Goonies to jump overboard and swim to safety. (It's the opposite of the season 2 finale, where Dustin has to distract Dart so that the other could pass through the tunnels.)

The Fratellis proceed to grab all the treasure they can, including those on Willy's scales; this triggers another booby trap that causes the grotto to cave in. With Sloth's help, the Goonies and Fratellis barely escape.

The two groups emerge on Astoria's beach, where they reunite with the Goonies' families and the police. The Fratellis are arrested, but Chunk prevents Sloth from also being taken; he invites Sloth to live with him, which Sloth accepts. ("Unfortunately", Dart compared to Sloth probably died.)

As the kids describe their adventure to their parents, the Walshes' housekeeper, Rosalita, discovers that Mikey's marble bag is filled with gems he took from the ship and had not been seized by the Fratellis. Mikey's father triumphantly rips up the foreclosure papers, declaring they have enough money to negate the foreclosure. As the Goonies celebrate, they see the Inferno, having broken free of the grotto, sailing off on its own in the distance. (Could it be hinting at a possible happy ending for Stranger Things ?)

So Fratellis, is similar to fratello which means "brother, fellow, neighbor" which perhaps could be a reference to the Mindflayer who is kind of our neighbor since he is basically in the same places but in the Upside Down. The Mindflayer also has been paralleled to Billy and other abusive father figures. Billy who is the brother of Max. He has also been paralleled to Kali through his anger and him attacking people who hurted him or might hurt him. Could in itself The Mindflayer should be taken or seen as some sort of family figure ? Maybe him being always associated with Will The Wise especially in 2x04 or someone who has the name Will like Billy is a connection. The same Billy who also parallels Russians who just like the Fratellis have secret hideouts.

Though the Fratellis are more motivated by greed which fits Brenner, Lonnie (who tried to use his son's death to gain money.) or Russians most.

Now Willy, Willy is a captain. Maybe it could be hinting at the fact that Will has more importance to the story than we think. There's also Inferno, "Hell" which is Hawkins but also the name of the ship. And Will has a rainbow ship... Could Hawkins be the ship of Will where his adventures are taking place ?

As for the dance... well as you've seen upper in the post: it's the "Truffle Shuffle Dance". It's something that Chunk has to do before entering Mikey's house. It's similar to what Dustin do at the beginning of season 1 to the bullies when he makes his bones crack due to his medical condition, cleidocranial dysplasia.

As for where this gnome is located, it's in Weathertop where Cerebro is located which is fitting since Dustin has a lot of Goonies as inspiration for his character.

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Gnome #6: Elvis

"He's not dead!"

"Elvis Aaron Presley (January 8, 1935 – August 16, 1977), also known simply as Elvis, was an American singer and actor. Dubbed the "King of Rock and Roll", he is regarded as one of the most significant cultural icons of the 20th century. His energized interpretations of songs and sexually provocative performance style, combined with a singularly potent mix of influences across color lines during a transformative era in race relations, led him to both great success and initial controversy." - Wikipedia.

It is a lot known that people in the 80's thought that Elvis Presley was still alive due to his status and the aura he had as a celebrity. However, no matter how appealing this myth may be, he died of an excessive usage of prescription drugs which reminds me of Nancy who said she thought Tom was on drugs when he fired her and Jonathan while he an the Flayed were drinking chemicals. He also died in 1977, the same year "Heroes" by David Bowie came out which is a song that was used two times when we thought a character died when he was actually alive which are Will and Hopper. Will and Hopper both have a lot of rock in their Spotify playlist.

Also, I personally think that Steve has kind of an Elvis Presley aura to him especially in season 1. After all, Steve has a nickname "King Steve" and Elvis Presley is often nicknamed "The King" and both were popular with girls.

Fun fact: Dacre Montgomery who plays Billy who literally becomes the new "King" of Hawkins will play in the biographical music drama "Elvis" about Elvis Presley where he will play a character called "Steve Binder".

Also actor David Harbour also got married with singer Lily Allen by Elvis in Las Vegas.

It's also found hidden behind bushes near the Public Library. Maybe indicating that Elvis is still out there in the world and hiding.

Which also may be a reference to Brenner who has a similar haircut but also about the novel "Suspicious Minds", a prequel of ST taking place in the Lab when Brenner was doing his sinister experiments which is the same title as one of the songs of Elvis. Like Elvis, Brenner is still out there, hiding in Hawkins.

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Gnome #7: Jack

"All work and no play makes Jack a dull gnome."

Again another reference to Shining. So what you are seeing here is a proverb, it means: "It means that without time off from work, a person becomes both bored and boring."

In Shining, it represents Jack's slow descent into madness. But it could be a reference to Joyce, Jonathan and Nancy who all work their asses off and don't take a lot of time for themselves and so don't have the time to explore anything else than work which also cause for them not to be there when Will got kidnapped. It may also represent Jonathan's words to Nancy in season 1 where he "called out" the boring life she will have and that she will live like her parents so in this case the proverb becomes about societal norms.

Mike just like Jack is an aspiring writer, Mike just like other members of his family falls into these societal norms that are expected like work and overworking in this instance which makes them boring in the eyes of people like Jonathan. "No play" may also reference D&D which Mike started to ignore in season 3 and worried more pointless and superficial things.

Again, hope it doesn't foreshadow anything for these two characters.

This gnome is found in the Library which is fitting considering Jack wants to be a writer.

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Gnome #8: Flynn (Flynn Rider from "Tangled" (2010))

"Looks like he rides well."

Overall plot of Tangled (2010):

"The film tells the story of Rapunzel, a lost, young princess with magical long blonde hair who yearns to leave her secluded tower. Against her abusive foster mother's wishes who kidnappee her when she was young, she accepts the aid of an intruder to take her out into the world which she has never seen."

This story is literally what the boys was arguing about at the end of season 1.

1)The lost knight...

Flynn Rider is actually the son of a king and queen that were from a kingdom that got destroyed by a powerful opal. He was evacuated and placed in an orphanage. He made his reputation as thief.

So Mike and El both parallels this guy, well Mike is a palladin in D&D and he is the son of a wealthy family so he is basically a night. El however also lost her parents like him and has more attributes of a knight in season 1 than Mike.

Flynn is arrogant, which Mike can be a bit sometimes but the both of them can be extremely courageous and care a lot about the people they care about though they are not very strong, nor athletic. Maybe Flynn a bit more.

Also fun coincidence Flynn = Finn, the name of the actor who plays Mike. (almost the same name).

Both him and El run into each other in the woods. Just like Flynn who discover Rapunzel while trying to enter Rapunzel's tower but is knocked out by her who is none other than the...

2)The proud princess...

Well first Rapunzel = Eleven. Both of these girls have magical powers and are used by an abusive and evil parental figure who needs them for their own interest, Mother Gothel used the powers of Rapunzel to stay young forever (like an addiction, a drug) and Martin Brenner aka "Papa". They are both locked away somewhere. El in the lab and Rapunzel in the tower which they both seeked to escape out of. Both believed that these parental figures loved them while it was not true. El also has long blond hair in season 1 like Rapunzel. And both quickly form a relationship with a boy they just met. Both don't know who their real parents are and wants to find them. While Rapunzel has long blonde hair, El had a shaved head.

Also in season 2, El is locked in a cabin in the woods because of Hopper because he believe it is not safe out there which is exactly what Mother Gothel tells Rapunzel. Just like her El disobeys and seeks to discover who her true parents are.

Rapunzel seeks to know what are those floating lights that always appear on her birthday, it is actually her parents who are the king and queen of a kingdom not so far away that do that every year hoping one day she will come back to her. She is a "lost princess". It is very similar to Terry Ives who was communicating through the lights to El.

Rapunzel's power comes out of something that is also connected to something famous in ST.

3) Weird flowers in the cave...

Rapunzel's power come from a flower called "Sundrop flower". = Sunflower which is said by Terry Ives.

This flower can pretty much heal anything including mortal wounds. The Queen got pregnant with Rapunzel but was also terribly sick so she took this flower to heal herself and while doing so, Rapunzel got this ability.

This is very reminiscent of Terry Ives who was pregnant with El and took part in the MKUltra experiences that gave her these powers including certain drugs. She is also "ill" in a way as she is now stuck in a loop. At least from what we saw.

But Rapunzel also parallels another character.

Will Byers. Will could communicate through lights to his mother, just like the parents of Rapunzel and Terry Ives.

The weird flowers could be referencing the sort of vines that entered inside of him in the Upside Down which gave him his "now-memories".

Both had abusive parental figure that would lock them somewhere for whatever reason. (Lonnie with Will in his trunk.)

(Also Hopper may have tried to separate Mike and El but he wasn't like what a Lonnie or Brenner would have been. This is why yes, the situation in season 2 parallels but Hopper truly wished good for El while Brenner and Mother Gothel didn't care for any of these two.)

Same is for Lonnie, he doesn't care about Will.

Since Will is a cleric, both him and Rapunzel have the same time of power. Powers that El doesn't have:

To heal the sick and injured

To revive the dead

To work as a shield

Given this story, it may hint at the fact that Brenner and Lonnie may try to take El and Will for their own greed and purposes.

Since Rapunzel parallels both Will and El, you know what that means for Flynn who parallels Mike.

Flynn in the movie is stabbed by Mother Gothel and dies before cutting the hair of Rapunzel killing Mother Gothel in the process. Rapunzel mourns him and one of his tears heal him.

If Flynn parallels Mike, than something bad could happen to him. If Will does have powers and has feelings for Mike, a supposed death may reveal his powers.

And if he has the same powers as his cleric role, than he could heal those who get hurt or even bring the dead back to life.

If Lonnie sees Mike around Will, given he is homophobic. He may try to hurt him so that he doesn't go near Will again which could lead to him being in grave danger.

Of course all of that is just speculation.

This gnome was found on the parking lot of Starcourt where El decided to break up with Mike and we saw Will smiling in the background.

Also I don't know but... "Looks like he rides well", I mean there's certain undertones to that which are... I don't know how to process that but from what you've just read, Mike apparently rides well. I mean I have nothing against gay sex jokes but still...

Even if it's unintentional, it's how it'll sound on the internet.

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Gnome #9: David

"At 399, he's the oldest gnome around."

So this gnome was already in the first ST official mobile game. And this reminds me a lot of The Lord Of The Rings and The Hobbit but also and of course; Dungeons & Dragons.

The World of David the Gnome, originally titled David, el Gnomo (also known as David, the Gnome), is a Spanish animated television series based on the children's book The Secret Book of Gnomes, by the Dutch author Wil Huygen and illustrator Rien Poortvliet. The series was originally created in Spain by BRB Internacional (who were also responsible for the Dogtanian and the Three Muskehounds franchise (Like Dart in season 2 and Mike, Lucas and Dustin where very much like the Three Musketeers in season 1.) and other cartoons such as Bobobobs and Around the World with Willy Fog)

The series presents the gnomes as a kind species, of 15 centimetres (6 inches) of height, and between 250 and 300 grams (8 and 10 ounces) of weight depending on gnome body mass. According to their habitat, different types of gnomes are distinguished: the ones of the forest, the ones of the garden, the ones of the farm, the ones of the house, the ones of the dunes, those of Siberia (David = David Harbour = Hopper = Hopper is in Russia), and nomadic "gypsy" gnomes (commonly looked down upon by other gnomes). A gnome's lifespan is usually 400 years, though there is one example of a couple in the Balkans living 550 years.

Gnomes such as the main characters live in pairs in comfortable caves or holes under trees [kinda like Hobbits] (in their case in the company of a pair of mice and a cricket). Their diet is mostly vegetarian. They are helped by the animals of the forest (kinda like Radagast who is the password to Castle Byers who is located in the woods) when travelling long distances or when they need to arrive quickly at a specific location. Gnomes work in various ways to repair the damage inevitably caused by humans. They also have the power of telepathy and mind control. (kinda like El or the Mindflayer, or even Galadriel in The Lord Of The Rings.)

Their main enemies are the trolls, malevolent and clumsy creatures who always make trouble for the other inhabitants of the forest, as well as gnome poachers. They have supernatural powers that are really strong but they have a weakness, if the sunlight gets on them, they turn to stone.(could be referencing all the Upside Down creatures who don't like sunlight and everything hot.) [Also very much like the Hobbit.] Also one of the trolls was voiced by someone who had the name Henderson, like Dustin Henderson. I also think it references a comic where some bullies attack Will and Mike calls them trolls.

Here are the most important characters:

David is a gnome of the forest. David is 399 years old, making him the oldest gnome around (since gnomes live no more than 400 years exactly, except Franklin, the gnome from the west, who lived 550 years), although he possesses exceptional constitution. David is a doctor, and he uses his knowledge of many fields, such as hypnosis and acupuncture, to heal his patients, usually animals, such as his faithful friend Swift the fox, or other gnomes. David also befriends a bird that, when he whistles, immediately arrives to quickly transport him to wherever necessary. For longer trips, he sometimes travels in a basket attached to the neck of the bird. (It may be a reference to clerics who are known to heal their allies and travelling with birds reminds me of Gandald who sometimes has the help of Eagles in some stories.)

Paul is David's twin brother. Not only does Paul have a normal moustache in contrast to David's handlebar moustache but his jumper is a darker shade of blue, he has a bigger nose, his gnome hat is dark blue whereas David's is red, and his trousers and boots are an inverse of David's: David's trousers are brown and his boots are beige, while Paul wears beige trousers and dark boots. (Of course this is a reference to Will and El who have been compared a lot of times throughout the show and who a lot of people in the fandom consider them siblings and twins, Will has a lot of Red in his wardrobe while El has a lot of blue.)

This gnome was found in a secret Russian base underground in Weathertop where Dustin discovers the Russian transmission coming from their main base located under the mall like a cave (like where gnome lives.). There are also gnomes in Siberia and having the name David, the name of Hopper's actor creates a connection since right now Hopper is in Russia. It may also be a nod to the group of kids who are all little gnomes running around the forest with their magical powers.

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Gnome #10: Baskin

"Robin's favorite gnome."

Now this is a funny one.

This is a reference to the famous Baskin-Robbins which is a chain of ice cream restaurants that did special ice creams for Season 3 because of Scoops Ahoy. It is Robin's favorite gnome because they literally share the same name.

Baskin could also be a reference to the film of the same name where Five police officers, Remzi, Arda, Yavuz, Apo, and Seyfi, are dining at a restaurant, during which they have a discussion. Their meal is interrupted when they receive a distress call from Inceagac, a town known for being the focus of strange rumors. During the trip Seyfi has a terrifying vision of a bloody figure and accidentally drives their van into the water. Stranded, the officers eventually make their way to Inceagac, where they find themselves in an abandoned building (back in the Ottoman days, this used to be a police station), captured by cult members and are subjected to a number of increasingly bizarre and surreal scenarios. In the end, they realize they have all inadvertently wandered into Hell.

It has alot of similiraties with stories like Silent Hills or Hellraiser, two stories that inspired Stranger Things especially Hellraiser for Stranger Things 4. And it fully embraces the satanic imagery and themes which is something we are going to see with the satanic panic and also has the theme of time, dreams and visions.

We'll see how much season 4 decides to use those sort of elements in the show.

Well this gnome is easy to find. It's in the Scoops Ahoy parlor next to Robin. USS Butterscotch seems to be very popular there

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Gnomes 11 - 20 coming soon.

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