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gossip girl · pt. viii

based on the tv series gossip girl

max verstappen / charles leclerc x socialité!reader

fc: elsa hosk (y/n) · taylor hill (léa) · barbara palvin (jolie)

a/n: hello!! i am back! sorry for not updating earlier, the uni has been killing me and i felt way too tired to stop and write for a while. hope you like this a lot! and once again thank you so much for the comments and the support on the last part🤍

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gossip girl here, your one and only source into the scandalous lives of monaco's elite.

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autumn seemed to be the season of birthday celebrations: firstly was jolie's, then max's and now charles'. he had called yesterday, around dinner time, to ask you if you wanted to come to his birthday gathering. it was supposed to be a simple lunch with his childhood friends, who you knew from years ago, and he wanted you to be there. so now you stood in front of his apartment door with a cake you had baked the night before, following the recipe he had once told you it was his favorite.

"hurry up, you idiot". you whispered underneath your breath, feeling the weight of your purse threatening to fall from your left shoulder anytime soon.

charles opened the door a couple of seconds later. from his rosy cheeks, his damp hair and the fresh smell of gel you could tell he had recently gotten out of the shower. he wore a soft beige sweater and wide dark trousers. he had always been attractive, but god he looked good. his sincere smile widened and his green eyes lit up when he saw the cake you were holding.

"no way! you baked this for me?".

"of course, i didn't want to come empty-handed".

"you're the best, y/n". he said as he extended his hands to grab the cake. "let me help you".

you followed charles inside the apartment. quickly you noticed how tidy everything was. charles had never been a messy person, but it was obvious he had made sure everything was perfect today. he went inside the kitchen and he carefully placed the cake on the counter. afterwards, he had opened his arms to give you the warmest hug.

"thank you y/n".

"it's nothing". you replied. "happy birthday charles".

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while you waited for your friends to arrive, you looked at charles who gracefully played a song on the piano. you sat by his side watching how his fingers pressed the right keys without a single mistake.

"i don't remember this part". he said before stopping and quickly glanced at you.

"right, i'll show you".

clair de lune was the first proper song you had taught charles to play on the piano. one night during lockdown you had been re-watching twilight together and when you said how much you loved this song he suggested that you could teach it to him. charles was a fast learner and a hard-worker, the kind of pupil every teacher wishes they had. and you were patient and tender, the kind of teacher every pupil adored. most days, after he had finished his training, you would sit with him and teach him another part. some days, when he got tired of learning, he would sneak his hands underneath your shirt and with a soft kiss on your shoulder he would suggest that maybe it was time to do something different. and sometimes, when you watched him play, you would lean your head on his shoulder and wait for him to stop playing just to place his lips on yours.

"i think i might need you to start teaching me again". he said once you finished playing debussy's song.

"i will gladly do it for some karting classes in exchange".

"are you still that bad at it?".

"absolutely terrible. my sister beat my ass the other day". you replied and he chuckled.

"it's a deal then". he said. "but i still won't let you win if we compete against each other".

"oh, you were the worst. i remember the last time we went karting and i felt so humiliated. what kind of boyfriend does that to his girlfriend? you should've let me win".

"was i really?". he said. "i'm pretty sure the first thing told me when we were alone was-".

"oh, shut up". you interrupted him and he laughed loudly.

"what was it? baby, that was so hot-?". he said mocking your voice and you hit his arm softly.

"you're an idiot".

"i am, but you adore it".

i do. your cheeks hurt from smiling widely and now you could feel the blood rushing into them. charles was starring at you, his smile had faded away and his eyes dropped from yours to your red lips. your heartbeat was so loud you thought he could hear it. he placed his right hand on your chin and his face slowly came closer to yours. but sound of the doorbell made you him freeze in place.

"fuck". he swore under his breath as he quickly dropped his hand.

he sighed and nervously ran his fingers trough his hair while starring at you. when the doorbell rang for the second time, he stood up and left the living room, leaving you alone with your thoughts. shit, max. the questions in your head were so loud you almost couldn't listen the voices of your friends in the background.

"y/n is here". you heard charles say.

"god, i hope we weren't interrupting anything". a familiar female voice replied.

"don't worry, you weren't". charles lied. "please, come in".

the sound of giggles caught your attention. was that a baby? and before you could figure out who was it, your old friend lily fleury walked into the room. a few seconds later, her husband marc appared holding their baby in his arms.

"oh my god". you said the moment you saw her face.

"you didn't tell her?". lily asked charles and he shook his head.

"it was a surprise".

lily and marc had been living in barcelona for the last four years. marc, who was born in spain, got a job opportunity there and they decided to leave monaco. lily had been one of your closest friends when you were younger and you kept in contact even though you haven't seen each other since they left.

"i haven't seen you since forever". lily said as she gave you a hug.

"what are you guys doing here? are you visiting your family?". you asked.

"no, actually we moving back". marc explained. "barcelona is great, but, you know, we want nora to grow up here in monaco".

"i thought you knew everything, charles has been trying for days to gather all of us since we told him we were moving, i thought he told you". lily commented.

"i just thought it would be a nice surprise". charles said.

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the night had arrived and it was time to leave. your heart felt full after spending the day with your old friends. lily and marc were getting nora ready to leave as charles held you tightly in his arms as you said your goodbyes.

"thank you, y/n". he said. "for being here today".

"honestly, it's me who should be thanking you". you replied. "i feel like you're helping me build the life i had here in monaco before i left".

"you don't need to thank me". he responded and left the softest kiss on your forehead. "i want you to feel at home once again, so you don't run away anymore".

"you don't have to worry, i'm here to stay".

"good, because i'm not letting you go once again".

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☆ The Library ☆

kazuha x gn! reader

prompt: - you and kazuha attend the same university, him being a english lit major and you being a person in stem😎 your paths never crossed until that day in the library…

*this is an smau so please do expect a lot of twitter posts and messages to read, there will be proper writing too but, it will mostly be that!!*

warning! this is written from a narrative perspective as opposed to one of the characters like always, angst to fluff :)

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☆ the library. ☆

the vibrations of the large oak door resounded throughout the old building. it was late, quiet, not even a soul to whisper.

aside from our two lovers, our twin flames, roaming the darkened halls in hopes of finding their missing half.

one, lacking of hope

the other, hopeful

how can two beings so different be so perfect for one another?

his white locks glistened against the focused light of the lanterns strung up across the building, he was a man on a mission. a man looking for them.

sniffle

it was a faint disturbance in the otherwise quiet atmosphere of the halls. how could he ignore it? he listened closer, holding his breath, anything to figure out who or what it was

sniffle

there it was again.

crying.

he began to move closer towards the noise, aiming to find the source.

and luckily, or maybe even sadly, he did.

for in the corner of the raggedy old library, sat the person he was looking for, curled up upon themselves, crying into their own knees.

his heart felt as though it had shattered into a million pieces, for what could be worse than finding the one you love, crying, because of you.

“y/n?” he whispers towards their shaking body.

it stops. everything stops. nothing moves. almost as if the whole world is at a standstill, waiting for their reply.

“hi” it’s quiet, a bit hoarse, but there. they’ve replied.

slowly, the young man crouched done towards his old friend, taking a seat next to their frail form.

“can we talk about it please?”

one sentence. one sentence that could both ruin and fix this all, depending on their answer.

a few beats of silence followed the lingering question.

one beat

two beats

three beats

before finally, the crying figure, offered a response.

“i suppose”

finally, after all this time apart, after all this waiting, he could finally hear their voice again, perhaps even hear the laugh that made his heart soar.

“but first” they continued, and he listened.

“where were you? we was meant to meet out there, you was late.” it seemed as though they were holding back from saying something.

perhaps they shouldn’t have held back.

“i was held back by my professor” the young man replied.

“i was unfocused in class, i-“ he stopped, should he really continue his sentence. would they really want to hear this?

well he can’t make if any worse.

“i was too busy thinking about you. what i should say to you, how i can ever apologise for the wrong i have caused you” he whispered ever so slightly, reaching out his hands towards his love.

after all, they need to know what it is they do to him.

“you mean so much to me, y/n” he continued

“more than i’m sure you could ever even imagine, i think of you all day and all night, at all corners and ever second, i am thinking of you. i am thinking of your smile, of your laugh, your voice, and the beautiful words you speak to me. i think of your humour and how you may think, of questions i would like to ask you, things i need to know about you, you plague my every thought, y/n. and i wouldn’t change it for the world”

his friend stares up towards their hope, towards the man they fell for. their eyes travelling down towards his lips, wondering how they may taste against their own, how he may hold them. but, one thought plays through their mind on a loop.

one that started this all.

they pull their hands from his grasp before averting their eyes towards the ground. they wipe a few stray tears from their cheeks, before whispering.

“what about your girlfriend?”

silence fills the room once more. though y/n cannot sit in silence, for y/n knows that silence can only ever be bad

“i don’t think she’d appreciate you telling another person that”

his breath hitched. confusion coursed through his veins, though he knew that he alone would not figure this out, and the longer he waited to answer, the more skittish his love got.

so he replied with the one thought that was consistent in his mind.

“who?”

now it was their turn to be confused. their head shot up in shock, how could he forget his own girlfriend.

“that girl you was with outside the science block a while back, you kept implying you wanted me to meet her, your girlfriend. i was hurt that you felt as though you couldn’t even mention that you had one, after all-“ they stopped.

they’re already digging themselves a hole, whats the harm in making it a little bigger

“i thought we were close, i thought we had something” their eyes drifted back to the ground as fresh tears blocked their line of sight

they didn’t want to hear his answer, to them, it could only be bad news.

he faltered but, quickly recovered.

“you mean kokomi?”

so that’s her name huh?

wait.

they recognise that name, kazuha has spoken that name to them before. but, when?

“she’s my roommate, y/n. she’s been gone for the term, so i figured i’d finally introduce you two, after all, she was who i turned to when i needed to talk to someone about you.”

that’s where they’ve heard it. at the beginning of the term, during their movie date in kazuha’s dorm. he told her all about kokomi.

“are your roommates okay with me being here right now?” i turned to him at he led me towards the living area

“oh they’re fine with it, i mean gorou and kokomi aren’t even here today”

as they had sat on the sofa, they had questioned who kokomi may be, and that was when they realised just how wrong they were.

“kokomi is gorou’s girlfriend, i swear that man follows her around like a lost puppy”

their eyes drift back up to the young man.

“kokomi, as in gorou’s girlfriend?” they asked, they had to make sure they were remembering correctly.

“yeah, that’s the one” he confirmed

their whole world came crashing down, all this time, all this time they had been jealous and upset, over a small misunderstanding? over something that would’ve been fixed had they just answered kazuha the first time he asked for them to meet kokomi?

“kazuha, i am so sor-“ they began, but was quickly cut off, by none other, than the man they was trying to apologise too.

“don’t apologise, y/n” he collected their hands back into his own.

“i would’ve been upset too if i had thought what you did” he pulled himself closer to their form, cautiously raising a hand towards their cheek. wiping away their tears.

“we are close, y/n. we do have something” he confirmed for his love, their face beginning to redden.

“i would like to show you, just how close we are, my dear” his eyes flickered down to their lips, “if you will let me?”

a/n - PFFT- i’m nice but, i aint that nice. ya’ll got the fluff that you wanted back, but, if you wanna see what lover boy over there means, you gotta wait a week, sorryyyyy :P

i’m kidding, i love you guys but i did have to end it there so that i acc had something to write in the next chapter-

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twd-obsessed-bitch · 1 year

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I posted 3,316 times in 2022

That's 2,444 more posts than 2021!

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#i really prefer when they go enemies-friends-lovers because that mutual respect building right before they become idiots in love is just

My Top Posts in 2022:

Okay friends I'm at the hospital due to my knee being a bitch (nothing new)

Here's the people in the ER waiting room as twd characters

Merle Dixon is the man that sat down next to me and told me three different life stories, he also isn't wearing his mask properly and is coughing (I'm doing great guys)

Glenn is the dude on his other side that's genuinely interested in what this 'merle' has to say

Lori is 'merles' fiancé and I only say that because this dude told me he's waiting to marry her but has to wait until she gets divorced

Andrea and Amy are the two sitting in the corner with a hand injury, Amy's the one injured

Carl's the teenage boy with a foot injury

Daryl is the lady on the side that is just blocking everybody else out and is on her phone

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I don't know how many of you watched the talking dead last night so wanna just put this out here

This is how Christian wanted her characters story to end. She asked for it so that she could have the closure she needed.

This character was apart of her since season 4, that's 8 years she was playing Rosita. She asked for that ending so that she could say goodbye to a character she knew she would never play again.

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The murder victim laughing while Kumail pulls the note from his mouth is peak comedy

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Imagining Rick and Michonne finally reuniting.

They're fighting the same horde from opposite sides and as it diminishes they see eachother. Rick sees her first,

Michonnes all decked out in her new armour so Rick doesn't immediately recognize her, just sees her as an ally that moves very familiarly he starts trying to move towards her to see if they can find an exit together,

Michonne see him and freezes. Just for a second, but long enough for a walker to get too close for comfort. He's older, has a beard again and is in something she knows her Rick would never wear if he was back home, but it's him.

She sees him coming closer and knows how he is. He's so sentimental, he hasn't seen any of his family in like 7 to 9 years at this point (after he left we had the 6 year jump and then we had like 3 other month long to year long jumps) she knows that if he realizes she's who she is that it'll get one or both of them killed, so she turns her back in his direction. Keeping herself shielded from him until the fight is over.

He yells at her, and as much as it absolutely rips her heart out to do so she ignores him, knowing she can't look at him fully just yet. He yells again, this time followed by a "there's an exit this way! C'mon"

She turns, keeping her face away from him, by this point he knows this 'mystery woman' is hiding something from him by hiding her face but he can't tell, he assumes its a CRM soldier that knows him. But he's Rick Grimes and at his core, he saves people.

It's alot of blood, guts, gore, and effort, but they make it out, into a building to hide out in, they barricade the door, working in tandem just as they used to, like not a day has passed since they last saw eachother, like nothing's changed, even though everything has.

Rick doesn't even need to get a full sentence out before Michonne is helping him with a cabinet, between the darkness of the building and the helmet on her head he can't make out her face. They aren't safe yet so she doesn't want him too, the moment he realizes she knows they're both going to freeze, to break. The doors boarded, the rooms safe, it's quiet except for their harsh breathing. Michonne is turned away from him. She still can't bring herself to believe its truly him even though she saw him. It was him right?

She takes her helmet off. Rick's breath catches in his throat as he sees her dreads fall out of the helmet, it can't be. Michonne turns, slowly, it's torturous, they're both holding their breaths.

They stand before eachother, facing eachother, both slowly taking the other in, processing that after almost a decade they're reunited.

It's really him.

It's actually her.

Rick's the first to move. Michonne is still struggling to process that he's actually alive, that he's actually in front of her, that he's moving closer, never in her life has she been as frozen as she is right now, except maybe when she looked at RJ for the first time.

Rick's hands are on her face, but it's his lips on hers that break her out of it. It's needy, it's possessive, it's like taking a breath of air after being underwater for a second too long.

It's everything she's needed since that moment she saw him blow himself up all those years ago.

It's hello, I'm sorry, I found you.

She pulls away from him, holding his dace in her hands and then she laughs.

He joins in, holding her back just as delicately, like if they held to hard the other would disappear in their fingertips in a puff of smoke. Like how it has happened in one to many dreams.

"Hi" is all she says, it's soft, softer than she's been able to be in too long.

"Hey," he returns, just as softly, "I've missed you."

That's what starts the next wave of emotions, the tears. Michonne's eyes well up before she can even process what she wants to say. Tears are free falling by the time she chokes out her next sentence mere seconds after the words hit her ears.

They talk, it's about all they do for hours, they settle in for a long night, hearing the dead bang on the doors that are secured. They find something that could have once resembled being comfortable. Rick starts a small fire, just for warmth.

They lay together, entwined in each other's limbs, every possible part of them touching the other, and they talk.

About what Rick's been up to, about Daryl moving into the woods to search for Rick, about how michonne went out everyday for months, searching for him. She conveniently leaves out that she was increasingly pregnant in those months, not knowing how to tell him that he has a son.

She tells him about Judith, how she's grown into a strong young woman, how she's exactly a mix of him and Carl. How brave she is and how she told Michonne to leave to find Rick. She tells him of the time she trusted somebody from the past and they kidnapped Judith, and that her and Daryl went through hell to get Jude back.

How Michonne couldn't bare to lose another piece of Rick.

Rick tells Michonne how he never stopped fighting to get back to them, but everytime he left, everytime he got close, the CRM came and stole him back.

Michonnes seen the soldiers, dead ones anyways. The only breathing one she came across was on his way out. Begging her to put him out of his misery. She did, in return for a map, and any information he could have about Rick.

She didn't get any. Just the map.

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My #1 post of 2022

Hey chandler? Just a question,

What does this mean

What does this mean??

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imnotobsessedwfictionalchracters · 1 year

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Chapter 6 Happy New Year

I do not own Harry Potter or the characters created by Rowling

So...when I first wrote this...I don’t even know how long ago, it was low *cough* highkey crappily written and the chapters were much shorter. This was originally 1,922 words. Now it is 3,134 words. That means I wrote an extra 1,212 words.

Anyways, this is also posted onto my Fanfiction.net account SomeKind0fMagic and my Wattpad somekindofmagic1 so you can check it out on there too!

But anywho, hope you enjoy!

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A few days had passed since Christmas and Albus was sitting on the couch, waiting for Scorpius and Annie to arrive. He sighed as he flipped through the pages of the comic his aunt Hermione had gotten him. She tried to talk to him about Rose when she gave it to him, but he got out of the talk by claiming he was needed somewhere else.

His mum was in her office upstairs while his dad was out with Lily and James was out with his friends. He dreaded when they would come back. He only hoped it would be after Scor and Annie would leave. But he knew that would be a long shot as the two were staying until after dinner.

His eyes flicked over to the fireplace as he heard the roar of the Floo being used. He smiled as he saw the dirty blonde hair of his friend appear. Sitting the book down, he stood up, “Hey Scorp!”

Scorpius smiled and stepped out of the fire, “Hey Al, how’re you doing?”

They hugged, “Good, you?”

Scorpius pulled away and placed his hands in his pockets, “Same, so are we just waiting for Anne?”

The fire roared again and soon the voice of their reddish-brunette friend spoke out. “No, no you are not.”

“Oh my god.” Albus gaped at Annie.. “Your hair!” It was shorter, shaved on one half, and pitch black.

Her hand instinctively raised up to her hair. “Oh, yeah, I asked my aunt to cut and dye it.” THe hand fell slowly, smile following quickly after, “You don’t like it do you?”

“No, I like it, it’s cute. It’s...you!” She smiled again, “Honestly, not many people can rock half shaved hair, but you look good with it.”

Scorpius nodded, “He’s right, it suits you. And I honestly thought that you were joking at the dinner.”

Annie shrugged, “I was, but then I decided to go through with it.” She looked around, “So this is your house?”

Albus shrugged, “The living room of it.” He waved at them to follow him, “C’mon, let me show you my room.” They followed Albus out of the room and up the stairs. He stopped when he reached the door. “So, my sister, Lily, will be home later with my dad.” He pointed to Lily’s closed door. “That’s her room. And next to it is James’s. I have no idea when he and his friends will be back.” He opened his bedroom door and let them in, “It’s not much, but it’s comfortable.”

“I like it, but it’s just so…” Scorpius started, but he couldn’t seem to find the right word.

“Gryffindor.” Annie stated simply and placed a hand on Albus’s shoulder. “Which is so not you.”

Albus shrugged, “It’s been like this my whole life, I never really noticed or cared.” Not until he came back. “Maybe I'll ask mum and dad if I can repaint it over the summer.”

Annie shrugged, “It's up to you, and I'm not surprised that you never noticed, you hardly ever notice anything.” She walked over to his desk and picked up the radio, “I have one of these.” She turned back to him, “Funny thing, my mum has always been interested in Muggle things. Radios, movies, clothing. But truly, anything that can play music she has fallen in love with.” She sat it back on the desk, “I have a radio in my room.”

Albus nodded, “My dad was raised by Muggles, my Aunt’s parents are, and my granddad works in the Muggle Artifacts section of the Ministry. So I was raised around all types of Muggle appliances.”

Scorpius laughed softly, “I wish man. My mum was the biggest with Muggles, but even she could not do too much convincing on bringing Muggle technology into the Malfoy home.”

“Doesn’t your father own a few Muggle restaurants around the world, though?”

Albus looked at Scorpius curiously when Annie said that. Scorpius just shrugged, “Yeah. But my father kind of lets them do their own things. He’s lost in the Muggle world for the most part. There’s this one restaurant, however, in France that my father owns that he and my mum frequent regularly. I’ve been there once or twice.”

Albus nodded, “Any good?”

“Not sure. Expensive though.”

“Not surprising considering your family.” Scorpius nodded and Albus sighed, “Well, there’s more muggle technology downstairs if you’d like to see.” Scorpius nodded enthusiastically and the three made their way back downstairs.

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“I still don’t understand!”

Annie and Albus laughed at Scorpius. “Honestly, muggle sports make very little sense to me as well. So it’s quite alright.”

“I wonder if this is how muggleborns feel about Quidditch.”

“Probably.”

As they heard the front door close shut, he prayed that it was Lily and their dad and not James and his friends. And thankfully, his sister came skipping into the sitting room. A smile on her face. “Daddy wanted me to come see if your friends were here!” She threw Annie and Scorpius a smile and smiled, “Hi!”

Albus watched them both smile and wave back to her. “Is that it?”

“Well, he also wanted to meet them. So I guess you could always walk to the kitchen and introduce them to dad. Have you even introduced them to mum?”

Albus went silent and he could hear the smugness in his mums voice. “Yeah Albus? Have you?” He muttered a tiny ‘no’ and heard her continue. “That’s what I thought.” He looked up and saw his mum walking over to them. She held her hand out for them to shake. “Good to finally meet the two people who seem to have kept my son's head on straight these past few months.”

Annie shook her hand first, “Somebody has to.” She smiled at his mum, “I’m Anneliese by the way. But just Anne is fine.”

Scorpius followed suit with, “Anne actually keeps both me and Al in line.” He gave Albus’s mum a dashing smile. “And I’m Scorpius.”

His mum nodded, “Well, you two can call me Ginny.”

Annie bit her lip, “Is Ms. Ginny alright? My mother always told me to say ‘Mr.’ and ‘Ms.’ when talking to or about adults.”

Albus’s mum nodded, “If it makes you more comfortable, then yes, it’s alright.”

Annie nodded, “Okay. Cool.”

“Well, I’m going to start making dinner. James will be home shortly.” Albus held back a groan when his mum said that. He was hoping that James would just stay at someone’s house. That he wouldn’t come back home today.

And from the looks on his friends' faces, he realized that they were hoping for that to happen too.

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To say the dinner was tense was putting it lightly. James had brought Oliver Creevy, Frank Longbottom, Jason Bell-Wood, and their cousin Fred back home with him. Albus didn’t have the biggest thing against Fred. He surprisingly had been nice to Albus. But Frank, Oliver, and Jason? Albus didn’t trust them. Especially as they all, well mostly James and Oliver, were glaring daggers at Annie and Scorpius.

But the two of them couldn’t have cared less. They just carried on talking to his parents and sister. As if James and his friends didn’t exist. He wasn’t gonna lie, he admired them for it. Their ability to just ignore them and focus on something else.

The three kids played a few games, but it didn’t take them too much time before they decided to just head to bed. Well, that It was around 3 in the morning. Scorpius was snoring on the floor next to him. Something that he was already used to, however. But something that he hadn’t come accustomed to was the staring at his ceiling. It had happened once or twice, usually after arguments with his family. And then Christmas. And like Christmas, tonight he just couldn’t sleep. He wasn’t sure what it was about it, but something was just keeping him from sleeping. He turned to his side, staring out of his barely open curtains.

He couldn’t stop thinking about what he overheard his Uncle saying. Was that the biggest problem? Him being friends with Scor and Annie? Would things have been different--no. He stopped his thought. Things wouldn’t have been. They would always find a reason to hate him. Just because he didn’t fight the hat to not be placed into Slytherin. Because, deep down, he knew that was where he belonged. Not in Gryffindor. Not where he would only ever be known as James Potter’s little brother and son of Harry Potter. At least in Slytherin he could make a name for himself.

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It was the next morning. Albus was laying in his bed, staring up at the ceiling. Again. But instead of being unable to sleep, he was reflecting on his last year. From getting accepted into Hogwarts, to meeting two friends, no, best friends, being put in Slytherin, his family hating him just because of his house. And while the last one still stung, the rest was happy.

There was a knock at his door and then it opened, “Albus? Are you and Scorpius up?” He sat up as his mum asked the question. She gave him a small smile when she saw him, “Okay, well, I see that Scorpius isn’t up, can you maybe wake him up in about 30 minutes. I’m starting breakfast.” And just as she was about to shut the door, she stopped to say, “Lily and Anne are downstairs playing Wizards Chess. I really like that girl, Anne. I can tell she really cares about you and she gets along with Lily well.” She sighed, “And James left about an hour ago. I believe he’s over at Jason’s.”

Albus nodded, “What time is it?”

“It’s nearly 10 am sweetheart.” Albus nodded again as she shut the door once again. He crawled over his bed and shook Scorpius’ sleeping shoulder.

“Dude, wake up, my mums making breakfast.”

Scorpius shot up, “Food?”

Albus snorted at his friend. His dirty blonde hair was sticking out everywhere. “Yes, food.”

Scorpius yawned, “What time is it anyways?”

“It’s nearly 10. My mum just came in to tell me. Apparently James left a few ago and Lils and Annie are downstairs.”

Scorpius scratched the back of his head, “We probably should get down there then, should we?”

Albus shrugged, “It’s up to you man.”

Scorpius stood up, “I want food. So let’s go.”

Albus laughed and followed after his friend.

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Annie’s older brother, Aidan, had come to pick her up around an hour ago and Scorpius had flooed home a few minutes ago. And Albus was back up in his room. Annie was right. This room wasn’t him. Or, at least not who he was now. It reflected him before he started Hogwarts. When he still had this idealized version of what Hogwarts would be like in his head.

That version where he would get into trouble with James. Or he and Oxford Wilde would roll their eyes at Rose and Elisia Finnigan for wanting to study. The version where he wouldn’t stay up late at night because he had a fight with James. Where he wouldn't question what his family thought of him.

He laid down onto his bed. Why did he have to be so different? Why couldn’t he have just asked to be placed in Gryffindor like his dad?

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James had come back later that day, around the time for dinner. It had been silent since everyone sat down. A stark contrast to the previous night. And most other nights. So maybe that was why his mum began to speak.

“Y’know, I really liked your friends Albus. They were both very sweet. Especially Anne.” She glanced at Albus, “I can tell why you keep her around.”

He nodded silently, “Yeah, she’s who keeps Scor in and I in check. She makes sure we get our work done and not get into trouble.”

Albus heard the snort that came from James. And if their parents had heard it, they both chose to ignore it as his dad continues.

“Sounds like Hermione with Ron and I.” He laughed, “I swear I don’t think Ron would have finished school without her. So it’s always good to have a friend like that.”

Albus gave a small smile, “Yeah. And her family helps me with remembering how chaotic our family can be.” He glanced at James when he said ‘our’. Hoping he would stay out of it.

“Right, you said she has...how many siblings?”

“14. 7 older, who are all in Hogwarts, and 7 younger. Two will be coming to Hogwarts next year.”

His mum nodded, “Doubt that there’s ever a dull moment at her home.”

Albus laughed, “Yeah, from what she’s said, there isn’t. Especially when you take into consideration the 16 year age gap between the oldest and youngest.”

He watched as his dad nearly choked on his drink. “I’m sorry, 16 years?”

Albus nodded as he took a bite of his food. “Yeah. Her oldest brother, Aidan, was in his 5th year when her youngest brother, Nicholas, was born.”

His mum shook her head in disbelief, “Wow, I can’t even believe that. Bill and I are only...10 or 11 years apart. All I know is he was going into his first year when I was born.”

“Yeah, that’s the difference between Annie and Nicholas basically. She was born at the end of October of ‘05 and he was at the beginning of October of 2015.”

“I can’t imagine 15 pregnancies. 3 was more than enough for me.”

“Well, it was a little less because there are twins.”

“Either way.”

His dad spoke up again, “How many twins?”

Albus thought about it for a moment. “I’m not sure. You have Aidan, who graduates this year. Then the twins Antonio and Derek, who graduate next year. And then Dominick who is the 5th year prefect this year. Then the next twins are Liam and Randolph, they’re two-ish years older than Annie. Then her sister Genevieve, she’s only a year...well 11 months older. Then Annie. Then the twins Liana and Alexa, who start next year. And then you have Clara, Odette, Elina, Eden, and then Nicholas. So that would be 3 sets of twins.”

“I can’t even imagine.”

“According to Annie, she’s pretty sure that none of them were supposed to happen. Cause her parents weren’t even married when Aidan was born. Plus put in the age difference between most of them. Seems like no one was meant to happen.”

“Well, hopefully their parents love them all.”

Albus nodded, “Oh yeah, their mum loves them a bunch according to them all. She doesn’t always put one away for the other. She tries to give everyone an equal look after.”

His mum nodded, “That’s good...better than some parents that I know of.”

“Can you invite Anne over again? I really liked her. She was fun.”

Albus smiled at Lily, “I’ll talk to her about it.”

Lily nodded, “Good.”

“Are there any other friends we should be aware of?”

He glanced at his dad, “Well...there’s the twins, Rohyn and Robyn Goyle. Holly Avery and Jordan Boles. And then Charlotte Montague. That’s really all who I talk to in my year. Actually, Rohyn is considering trying out for Quidditch next year. He’s trying to convince Scor and I to join him.”

And before anyone could say something, James spoke up, “Can I go to my room please?”

“But you’ve hardly touched your food.”

He was already getting out of his chair when their mum spoke. He just rolled his eyes, “I’m not hungry.”

“James--” Their dad started, “What?” James snapped.

But instead of getting mad at him, like Albus thought that they would, his parents looked at one another before his mum said. “Sure, I’ll just leave some out for you in case you’re hungry later.”

James muttered a ‘whatever’ as he exited the room. Albus watched as his parents sighed before his dad spoke again. “So, Quidditch? Are you considering it?”

Albus shrugged, “Haven’t given it much thought. I’m only really good at Seeker and they already have a Seeker.” He snorted, “Not that he’s any good.”

“Who is it?”

“Annie’s brother, Dominick. He just...I don’t even know if the guy knows how to play. Nothing he does helps the team. I don’t get how he’s stayed on the team for two years now.”

His dad shrugged, “Well, see if next year's Captain will try for all spots. If they do, maybe you can make it.”

“Well what about Scorpius and um...what was his name again?”

“Rohyn?” His mum nodded, “Scor wants Chaser and Rohyn wants Keeper. Both of which will be needed as Aidan is Keeper and William Montague, a 7th year, is a Chaser.”

“Who knows Al, maybe you’ll get lucky and get on the team.”

Albus laughed, “I would feel sorry for Annie and her siblings if I did. Dominick would be complaining for months if he doesn’t make it.” He chuckled softly, “Actually, the way he is reminds me of how you explained Uncle Percy was during school. Prioritizes school and being Prefect and Headboy. Annie said that he wouldn’t even shut up about it when it happened.”

“Oh dear, yeah, that sounds like Percy.” His mum sighed, “Goodluck to all of them for the next 2 years.”

Albus laughed, “I’m sure Annie will appreciate it.” He sighed and stood, “May I go to my room? I’m finished.”

“Oh, sure. Just put your plate in the sink.”

Albus nodded and did what his mum asked and silently walked up to his room. “Y’know, I’ve heard from Rose, and apparently you’re causing Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione to fight. All because you couldn’t help but get into a fight with Rose.”

Albus stopped, his hand frozen above his doorknob. “What?”

“Yeah. They’re fighting and he’s sleeping on the couch. Mum and dad were talking about it too. How does that feel? Knowing that you are the reason our family can’t get along. Because you didn’t honor--”

“Shut up.” He mumbled.

“What?” James questioned, condescendingly.

“I said, shut up.”

“Why? I haven’t said anything that isn’t true.”

But instead of arguing, like he so deeply wanted to, Albus just sighed and opened his door. But to make it known to James that he was mad at him, he slammed his door. Completely ignoring his mum yelling at him to not do it.

Albus didn’t even bother with changing out of his clothes, he just fell face first on his bed, passing out not long after. Because slowly he was realizing that James would never change. That he would never be who Albus used to think he was.

But he didn’t want to admit it, not just yet. Not at 11.

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jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue · 3 years

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Petal pt 4 - Taehyung Mafia/Soulmate au Drabble series

This might be the final part for a while or forever. Honestly when I posted the first part of this I didn’t expect more than 5 notes but every single comment and reblog and like and ask has literally surpassed all my expectations and made me so shocked and happy. Thank you so much, I really hope you like this part x

You’re shaking, you can’t help it. Jimin had to carry Tae’s unconscious body from the car to the safe house you were all in now. All you could do was cry, he always protected you no matter what and here you were feeling useless while your soulmate was dying.

You watch his immobile body on the bed, he’s breathing but the rise and fall of his chest is minuscule. You’re sat in a chair you’ve moved closer to the bed, just watching over him while Jimin went to find out what was going on.

The sheets are stained with so much blood, you and Jimin had to hold it together while you both worked on taking out the bullets and wrapping the bandages around him. Jimin was so patient with you while his best friend was dying, he scolded you a couple of times to get yourself together but you’ve known Jimin for quite a while now, even though it was under Taehyungs instruction, Jimin was also your friend, you knew inside he was the same mess as you, so you tried your best for them both. Taehyung was attached to a bag of blood, Jimin showed you how to replace it when it were empty, and it was nearly time.

Your force yourself to settle as you got a fresh bag and got to work, you just prayed with all your soul that he would be okay. You couldn’t look at his face, he looked so close to death.

It isn’t until another 6 hours later he starts to move, you couldn’t sleep the entire time, your body, mind and soul shattered but you couldn’t do it, Tae’s life was hanging by a thread and through all the years you tried to cut the red string of fate, tonight you pleaded with the universe to not let it snap. You never meant it, you’d blame yourself for eternity for ever entertaining the idea.

He groans, starting to feel his senses coming back slowly. You’re slow to go by his side, scared that this was a trick and when you got your hopes high something would take him away from you again, like something always did.

“Petal?” It’s so soft from his lips, you try to stop from crying but you can’t, all the fears you’ve been playing with since the car ride worked it’s way through you as relief also contended for space in your body. It was all too overwhelming.

“Tae I’m here,” your voice is full of tears, but it rouses him from his comatose state. You stroked his hair as he regained consciousness, wanting to both scream at him for putting you through this and hold him while begging him to never do it again. There were too many emotions on your face when Taehyung’s vision finally cleared of black and white spots, he wanted to reach for you, but he didn’t have the strength too.

You called Jimin through a burner phone as soon as Taehyung was coherent, and unlike you, Jimin didn’t hold back. He shouted, scolded, cried and yelled at Tae the second he walked though the door. And then he turned to you and started lecturing you too, he forced you to go into the larger bathroom down the hall to shower because ‘you look like shit Y/n’, and he needed to sort your soulmate out in the en-suite. Taehyung was quick to defend you but Jimin glared at him and he shut up, looking at you apologetically. It was okay, you understood, Jimin could be really scary sometimes. Plus you weren’t stupid, your blonde friend probably wanted to talk to your soulmate alone.

“What do we do now old friend?” Jimin asks while helping him to the en-suite.

Taehyung sighs, “I don’t know.” He was being honest, if he tried to think of a plan his mind drew blanks, and his mind was brilliant it always had a scheme or plan, that was something that didn’t change from youth.

Jimin hums at this, “maybe that’s best. Just focus on recovering, focus on Y/n, the universe knows how you’ve been torturing yourself and her by staying away. Be selfish for a second Tae, let yourself just be.”

There were objections stuck in his throat, what if he has to let you go all over again, he’d be lying if he didn’t confess that he couldn’t speak to you before because it made easier to stay away. He’s terrified now because he knows, just a taste of you in his life and hed be unable to ever let you go. Right now the hes only had a sniff of the drug the universe concocted for him alone, and it was already too much; anything more would be an overdose.

Jimin can see the gears turning in his friend’s brain, so he changes tactic.

“I mean take it from me, Y/n is wonderful, the talks we have together, I mean I didn’t leave her house once until 3am, and to be honest I didn’t want to leave,” he feels Tae stiffen under his touch as he checked the bandages and cleans his skin. “I just find it funny I know my best friend’s soulmate more than he does, tragic really but Y/n’s one of a kind, that girl is brilliant, I should thank you for introducing me to her life.”

Taehyung tries to swallow his jealousy, he really does.

“I mean this one time we went for waffles and this girl looks like an Angel but when she wants something she’s beyond devious, that poor waiter looked he was more whipped than the cream, and all for extra strawberries.”

You hadn’t changed, Tae doesn’t know what to think, he can see Jimin’s description clearly, he’s seen it before long ago like a distant dream. His heart longs to give in, just a taste, damn the consequences he’d be there to protect you. But a small voice fights back, he nearly died today, you nearly died, what would have happened then?

Jimin doesn’t say anymore, hoping his words did enough damage to his friend’s resolve. He’s watched him over the years die a little more without you each day, when he saw you in Tae’s arms it was the most alive he’d seen you both.

He helps the injured man back into bed after you replaced the sheets, placing him on his uninjured side; Taehyung couldn’t sleep on his back.

You sit back in the chair, the adrenaline wearing off making you sway a little in a daze. You’d wait for him to sleep first and then sleep in the chair, there were another two bedrooms in the house but you didn’t care, you wanted to stay near him. Jimin wished you both good night knowing you weren’t going to leave Tae, who stared at you as you fought sleep.

“Why are you so far away?” His rough soulful voice wakes you just as you nearly sleep, why do you feel nervous all of a sudden?

“I’m not,” your voice is small but the heat on your cheeks is loud enough for him to feel.

“Come to bed Petal,” his rich tone makes your body shudder, and you hated him a little for not letting you hear it for so long.

You shake your head unable to look at him so you look at the floor.

“I don’t bite,” there’s a joke in there somewhere with the way he said that, he just forgot to tell you the punchline.

“My precious petal,” damn him and his voice and what it did to you, this was not fair. “You’re not sleeping in a chair, and I’m not letting you sleep outside of this room, so be good for me and come to bed.”

You don’t know what you’re feeling, you’ve not felt it before. You’re scared and excited and nervous all at the same time, you can see why Tae would be a good leader, you have to fight with yourself to not give in to his command. You’re almost inebriated with how exhausted you are, the more rational part of your brain giving up and leaving you to it.

He smiles as you stand slowly and join him on the other side of the bed, facing him but not looking at him.

“Who’s shirt is that?” He suddenly asks, he can’t believe he didn’t notice before.

“Huh, oh Jimin got me something to wear since you know my dress had blood all over it,” do you sound awkward? You feel awkward.

“What’s wrong with one of my shirts?” He wasn’t jealous, just a little annoyed, or so he tells himself as the emotion eats him whole. But before it can boil your shy smile cools him to a simmer. Fine tonight he’ll let you get away with it.

He pulls you closer by the shirt, the action hurting him tenfold but Jimin’s given him some strong painkillers and honestly he didn’t care.

The sudden change in distance shocks your heart, and the nerves start to fill your lungs instead of air. The constant stream of adrenaline from everything has your limbs aching with a plea for rest, you can feel your eyes fluttering closed, and the words come out themselves, there wasn’t a filter on your sleepy state.

“Tae,” you whisper half asleep.

“Hmm?” The vibrations of his hum almost like a lullaby.

“I feel like I’m going round and round in circles, like I’m gravitating around you and you’re the sun,” you confess. “It doesn’t matter how much I think I’ve progressed away from you because I just come back round and there you are again, even when you’re not there, you’re in my brain and I can’t get you out.

And it drives me insane.”

Your eyes are closed as you face him but he takes in your honest vulnerable state.

“I have spent my whole life in this cycle of wanting you, pretending I don’t want you, pretending to hate you, hating myself and then wanting you again and I’m sick of it,” you’re mumbling now and he strains to hear your words, it sits in him. Your bottom lip starts wobbling and he sucks in a breath.

“I don’t want to spend the rest of my life wondering where you are and why you’re not with me,” you can’t help but cry and it breaks his heart. His hands are on you immediately, soothing away the tears, softly hushing your sobs as you cry into his chest.

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You both don’t sleep, you just take each other in in silence, small smiles on both your faces, because as stupid as it sounds, this is the happiest you’ve both been for a long while and you won’t let sleep take these moments from you when everything else threatened to.

“Tae you’re beautiful,” you breathe. He laughs at that, maybe soulmates were blind.

“Petal I’m a cold blooded murderer,” he deadpans, he wasn’t beautiful, you were, his little midnight flower in the moonlight. The world around him was almost black, you were the only thing in the light.

You frown at his words, at yourself, because although you know it’s the truth you also know it’s a lie.

“Tae that little boy with the boxy grin who I met when I was three was the purest soul I have ever seen to this day and I’m not saying that because you’re my soulmate,” you trace your finger over his features, softly pressing a kiss to the mole on his nose, you’ve decided that’s your favourite place. “He would never have done or wanted any of this, I know it in my heart, you didn’t choose this life Tae, I can see it slowly killing you, killing the boy I fell in love with the moment I met him.”

You force yourself to look into his eyes, you feel the heat rise to you cheek. Would he ridicule you the way you do to yourself? Would he reject you? How could a three year old child fall in love, how does one even know what love is? But you did, you know you did and the feeling grew even in his absence. As the saying goes, the heart grows fonder.

Your words knocks the wind out of his lungs more violently then the bullets had. He wants to tell you he felt the same, but that wasn’t the confession on his tongue, instead he told you his darkest secret.

“I killed my father...” he whispers.

You’re taken back, “what?”

“He found out about you, followed me without telling his brothers, he wouldn’t be able to handle the shame,” Taehyung scoffs at the memory. “He saw me taking out a guy who put something in your drink, it was the birthday you celebrated by going nightclubbing for the first time.”

The memory comes back to you too, you swore you felt his presence stronger that night. You remember the guy it must’ve been, he kept offering to buy you a drink and you refused, but that’s all you really remember that night.

“I saw him taking you outside and I knew something was wrong, you looked so out of it. The absolute rage I felt that night, I shot him in front of you but you didn’t even flinch, and my father watched as I carried you home for the first time.

I knew that night I was completely irrevocably yours, the problem was so did my father. He walked in as I tucked you into bed, confronting me with this treachery.”

You couldn’t breathe, you didn’t remember a thing. You only remember waking up alone. Taehyung didn’t look at you anymore while he told his story, he looked far off into the distance, into the past where he relived destroying himself time and time again.

“He was going to kill you, I knew that, but I didn’t let him touch you. It was the face he had on while I pleaded for your life, that was when I knew I had to kill him otherwise I would lose you.”

He holds your hand delicately letting your fingers intwine into his, you wanted to cry for him, he had to choose between his father and you, you wondered how many choices Taehyung made where regardless of the outcome he would break a little more than he had previously.

“I didn’t even hesitate,” he confesses to you. “My father was the devil, I could never let him hurt my petal.” With your hands still together he traces the soft skin of your cheek, pressing his lips to your eyes gently, you didn’t realise you were crying.

“I loved you before I met you petal,” he gives you a teary smile, and you press your lips to it, ridding the space left between you. He chases your lips when you part too quickly, eyes dark but childlike as if you’ve taken away his favourite treat. He was right, just a taste and he’d never be able to give you up, you were temptation and satisfaction and he would never have enough after starving himself for so long. He pulls you in for another kiss, not letting you breathe or break away from him, the universe made you his own forbidden fruit, but he couldn’t regret taking a bite now, you were too sweet.

You always thought of the body, heart, soul and mind as four different entities or elements until this moment where they all molded into one, and the man kissing you like you were his salvation was the one to bring harmony to your entire being. You finally felt the song universe wrote for you both. It was painful longing building to this never ending crescendo, and you know with all the power you have in your heart, you’re never letting him go.

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youarejesting · 3 years

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Sly like a... ? part 11

[Full Masterlist] Beta: n/a (at the moment) Rating: All (Marked Chapters 18+) Pairing: Hybrid!BTS x FailedHybrid!Reader Genre: Hybrid au, fluff, action, adventure, angst, drama, slice of life. Some marked chapters will contain mature/smut scenes, BUT they will not have plot in those scenes and are 100% skippable without losing your place in the story.

Summary: Human’s strive to be better, faster and stronger looking to animal DNA. Thus Hybrids are born. As the rise for designer and Pedigree Hybrids increase, so do the failed attempts. There is one species scientists are unsuccessful in creating, but, folklore says they have been here all along, hiding and blending in with the humans for many millennia. How clever they are.

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‘No girls or Jungkook’s allowed! ’

The sign on the door filled you with so much anger. You had to physically remember to breathe, it wouldn’t do to start yelling at the hybrids, they already felt inferior and vulnerable compared to humans. You never wanted them to feel weak, which is why you were mad. You didn’t care if they wanted to exclude you, but you would give the two young men a strong lecture for even thinking about excluding Jungkook.

“Jimin and Taehyung I would like to talk with you,” you ripped the sign down and tore it up. It would be best to dispose of the evidence before the young man saw it. Seeing his hyungs ignoring him would break him, “If you are upset talk to me and I will try to fix the situation.”

There was no response so you sighed walking away pushing the small lump in your throat down, you heard them whispering and thought maybe they needed time. It was after lunch that you began wondering if they planned to lock themselves up all day. Jungkook sat on the soft rug looking at the video games and he smiled setting up the controllers as he looked between two games.

“Which one do you think is better?” Jungkook asked Seokjin who took one of the controllers and smiled, he read both and grinned and you stepped over sitting on the floor picking up a controller.

“I can play right, I think Jimin and Taehyung are talking about some things,” You smiled, nuzzling his hair for a second and leaning back on Seokjin’s legs. “So what are we playing, I have never played before?”

Namjoon ended up joining and Yoongi took a seat on your spare side on the rug and leaned on one of Seokjin’s legs laughing at your expense. “You missed, he was right there and you missed, he shot you,”

“Look, I am a Minecraft kind of videogamer, you know the sims?” You puffed your cheeks flailing as you tried to shoot Namjoon who was doing a lot of shouting and not a lot of aiming either.

Everyone was in stitches. You almost forgot about the other two boys who were feuding with you. It was late and you had played a series of driving and shooting games and a game of Minecraft; where you all made a village and lived side by side and visited each other's houses with food and tools.

“I am hungry,” Jungkook pouted, pulling your sleeve and glancing at the dark kitchen. You looked at the time, and your mouth dropped open. “When is dinner?”

“Let’s order in, I can’t be bothered cooking,” You ordered a bunch of food, making sure to get Jimin and Taehyung’s favorite dishes so that you could lure them out. They would no doubt be hungry.

The food was delivered and as you removed the lids you named the dishes loudly hoping the two locked away in their room would emerge and eat something.

It’s super effective!

You smile as everyone digs in. The two boys were obviously mad and jealous that you had slept in Jungkook’s room and you wondered how you would possibly be able to fix this.

“I will take Wednesdays,” Yoongi smiled “I like Wednesdays”

“What is he talking about?” Hoseok asked he was just as confused by the white tiger's outburst looking towards Namjoon who with a mouth full of noodles shrugged.

“Sunday’s you can sleep in Jungkook’s room, and mine on Wednesdays,”

“Oh I will take Monday’s” Hoseok smiled, brightly

“Monday is tonight” Jimin accused looking panicked, “fine, I will take Tuesday then”

“Can you sleep in my rooms on Wednesday?” Taehyung said,

“Wednesday is already taken,” Yoongi glared, placing some meat on Taehyung’s plate in an attempt to console him, “Take Thursday”

“Yes Thursday”

“I will take Saturday,” Jin grinned, “Which means Namjoon is Friday? Is that alright?”

You blinked watching this all unfold, they had just decided on their own sleep schedule for you. It was nice to see them working together but you didn’t know how to feel about moving rooms every night. But at this point, anything seemed more comfortable than the couch. “Maybe once and when I have stayed once in everyone's rooms, I will go back on the couch.”

“What if two people share a room and have bunk beds or something, then that leaves a free room for you?” Jimin said, grabbing some tteokbokki, “I can share with Hoseok or Taehyung or Jungkook, I can give you my room. It can be your own little space.”

“Oh, my room! My room!” Hoseok said, “I miss the sound of other people in the night, we can get bunk beds.”

Hoseok and Jimin grinned at one another, the two already talking about how they would design and decorate their room. Heading into the bathroom you cleaned up the clothes off the floor and dumped them in the hamper. It made you laugh how comfortable they were all getting enough to drop their clothes on the floor right beside the hamper.

Taking a rather warm shower you scrubbed your skin wondering if you would smell different again in the morning. It was a strange thought, once scrubbed and buffed clean you wrapped yourself in your towel and stood on the small mat in front of the basin. Examining your appearance, as you slowly moisturize your skin.

Whilst smoothing the cool night cream across your brow you thought you saw an orange tail in the mirror turning you thought Seokjin had burst into the bathroom to pee but when you turned nothing and nobody was there.

It left you feeling a little unsettled, it was your head playing tricks on you. Getting dressed you all but ran out into the hall smacking into Seokjin who was coming out of his room. You grasped his large shoulders to prevent yourself from falling back. He gripped your waist in response.

“Woah, what’s wrong, why are you scared?” He asked, his tail fluffed and his ears twitching looking for a threat. A few heads popped out of their rooms, “You reek of fear, what happened?”

“I spooked myself, one of the towels moved in the bathroom and I thought it was something else and I got scared, that’s all” Your voice died off with your rambling, and the blush settled upon your cheeks.

Hoseok walked over and took your hands, “don’t worry, you are staying in my room tonight so I will protect you!” His chipper tone did wonders to ease your distress, pulling you along to his room where he tucked the two of you into the bed.

“Thank you, I miss having people to talk to and just be there,” He smiled, “I am excited to get to stay with Jimin, he is such a nice guy.”

“He is a sweetheart when we were little we used to play together and he always wanted to play pirates and superheroes but on my 4th birthday no one from our school showed up to my princess party. So Jimin dressed up as a princess as did my carer Felix and his carer Astrid and we all shared snacks and cake”

“YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T TELL ANYONE!” Jimin’s voice screeched from the hallway seconds before rapid footsteps. His figure appeared in the doorway for a split second, his sock-clad feet slipping out from underneath him sending him sliding further down the hallway.

“I have pictures too,” You giggled

“Send them to me.” Yoongi’s tired drawl came from a few rooms up and you grinned airdropping them around the house. Jimin tried to wrestle the phone from your hands and you grinned, pulling him onto the bed.

“Time for bed Jimin, lay down or get out.” he indeed snuggled up on your other side, Hoseok and Jimin's arms wrapped around you and you were indeed feeling quite safe from your previous scare.

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Punks, Poets, Parents - Ch. 3: Hole In My Life

Prev - Ch. 3: Hole In My Life - Next - Master Post - [ A03 ] Rated M - WC: 4242 - CW: Swearing, alcohol (implied), drugs (suspected), featuring art by @vianadraws ---

Be a happy man I try the best I can Or maybe I’m just looking For too much - Hole in My Life, The Police

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Thursday, October 20, 1983

“All right, let’s try that again,” Virgil called out. He shifted the floor tom¹ back another inch so he’d stop catching the frame with his wrist. He tried out the last rhythm, nodding. “Okay, ready? 1-2-3-4…”

Hilly had opened up CBGBs early to let the trio practice with the new drum kit before tonight’s regular Thursday gig and they were taking full advantage of the extra time on stage. They used the time to work on Remus’ newest song, as well, this time with both of the brothers on vocals.

Live die My young love Live die Forever is now Live die And dance while I sing

We never we know The earth and the sky Are one today Our love and our pain Are one today To lose and to have Are one today

Low high Lower we go Low high Lover let's go

All my love Live die Forever is now Live die We dance while I sing

When they finished, Virgil whistled lowly from behind the drums. “Shit, Re, it sounded sappier without the music.”

“Told you,” Remus fiddled with the tuning peg on his A string, strumming and adjusting the pitch.

Roman turned away from the mic and fixed Virgil with a steamy glare. “Something wrong with sappy, my love?”

Virgil blushed and rolled his eyes, tapping out a short rhythm on the snare. ‘You know I don’t think that….”

“Virge just wants to make sure I don’t ruin our street cred with a bunch of love songs,” Remus murmured to his brother. Satisfied with the A, he checked the rest, spinning off a little riff from The Police.

Roman laughed, “Yeah, you’re the wrong brother for sappiness. Everything you ever wanted to know about sex? Yes. Love songs?” He scrunched his nose, shaking his head.

Remus sang under his breath, continuing to tune his bass. ‘...or maybe I'm just looking for too much… .’

Virgil watched Remus staring down at his bass, playing through the rest of the bass line. He made a slicing motion toward Roman, glancing pointedly at his brother. Roman scowled and moved closer to the drum kit, leaning over to hiss something in Virgil's ear.

"... just saying... take it easy… don't have to be… “ Virgil's voice carried a little too much over the sound of Remus' strumming. He started tapping out the beat with his boot, trying to muffle the sound of their whispered argument.

Roman's voice grew louder, fists forming at his sides. "I am sick to death of walking on egg— " Virgil stood, interrupting Roman by pulling him close, whispering against his ear.

Roman rolled his eyes but sighed a reluctant, "Fine… for you."

"For all of us," Virgil emphasized quietly.

Roman returned to his mic stand, adjusting his guitar strap.

After gulping down some of the contents of the cup next to his amp, Roman shot a glance at Remus, "You good? We good?"

Remus nodded, watching as Roman finished his drink. "Yeah, man, we're good.”

"So if we’re gonna play this song tonight, we should run through it again.” Virgil counted off when Remus looked up and they started to play.

They worked through the rest of the set two more times then took a break to eat before the club opened its doors to the crowd gathering outside. Bennie from the bar took pity and gave them some sandwiches that they brought to the green room.

Virgil sat on the counter, picking at the crust on his sandwich. “Worried about the new drums, love?” Roman murmured, moving his chair closer and pulling him into his lap.

“Eh, a little.” Virgil nodded, leaning into Roman’s embrace. “I don’t wanna fuck it all up for you two.”

Remus gave them a little grin.

“You sounded great during the rehearsal, Virge.” He took a big bite of his sandwich and quickly chewed and swallowed. “Even that tricky part in Rampage.”

“He’s right, you know….” Roman cradled Virgil’s chin in his hand, stopping him from hiding his face. “Though you hide in the shadows cast by your drum kit, you are the bedrock of this band, the steady hand that keeps us going and—”

“And you keep us from killing each other,” Remus laughed.

Sighing, Roman shook his head, conceding the point. “That, too.” He brushed Virgil’s hair from his eyes then pressed his plate into his hands “Eat, my love. You’ll need your strength to break up our next fist fight.”

Popping the last bit of his sandwich in his mouth, Remus gave them both a quick salute, then escaped to the front of the club for the last few minutes of their break, returning his dish to the bar and giving the couple some privacy. It didn’t take a sex advice columnist to see they needed a little space.

Notwithstanding Virgil’s fears, their sets were nearly flawless. The only hitch was when a fuse blew on Roman’s amp, but Virgil and Remus jumped in with an extended riff while Roman got set up on the spare in the corner of the stage. The frenzied energy from outside had carried in and the crowd’s dancing matched the beat of Remus’ new song.

The only thing missing was Blue. Remus scanned the crowd throughout most of the night, and had even asked Bennie to keep an extra eye out, but the mysterious guy with the beautiful blue hair never showed up. Again. By the end of the night, Remus just let the music take him, closing his eyes, the ghost of a smile dancing across his lips as the crowd started to sing along by the end of Phantom Caress.

Remus didn’t notice the man in the back who had swapped his blue wig for stark white that night, eyes fixed on The Fists’ bassist as he moved to the music.

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Remus hummed the chorus to Phantom Caress as he entered his apartment and locked the door behind him. He shoved his keys back into his jacket pocket and hung it on the hook next to the door. He shook himself, still feeling the thrum of the music vibrating through his skin, his bones, his veins.

He made his way to the kitchen, glancing at the clock. 11:47. He chuckled. The biggest benefit of this apartment was its proximity not only to his work but to the club. Still humming, he filled the kettle and pulled down a box of tea. He shook his head. If his sixteen-year-old self could see him now… drinking tea like an old man.

Sitting at the big empty table in his kitchen, he leaned over, folding his arms on the surface, resting his head on his forearms. He watched the blue flames in the burner as they slowly brought the water to a boil. Fuck, when he was sixteen, he didn't think he'd even still be alive at the ripe old age of twenty-eight.

He watched the flames, thinking they were nearly the same shade as Blue's hair. Blue, who didn't show up tonight. The kettle started to whistle, and Remus got up with a sigh, his pensive thoughts finally draining the last bit of post-concert energy from his body.

Turning off the burner, he poured the steaming water over the teabag in his chipped mug, then turned off the kitchen light, bringing the tea—and his tired bones—to his room to shower and settle in for the night.

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“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming, hang on….” The sharp banging at his door didn’t stop. Remus sat up, cracking his neck. He’d finally fallen asleep some time after 1 AM. He shuffled toward the front door, squinting at the clock on the coffeemaker. 3:14. Who the fuck is banging on my door at 3 in the morning?

“Ro, you cabrón, I swear to fuck if that’s you, you're gonna wish you'd just faced Virgil's wrath at your drunk ass….”

Remus stumbled to the door, looking through the peephole. It was the lady next door, looking strung out. Fuck. Drunken Ro woulda been better.He grabbed the baseball bat he kept behind the door, angling it so it wasn’t the first thing she saw and opened the door a few inches, keeping the chain on.

“Alice, what’s wrong?”

“Ree… Oh, man… Did I wake you?” She smiled broadly, speaking slowly but her eyes wouldn’t stop moving, bouncing, unfocused, from Remus’ face to the floor, then back to the chain on his door. Shit, yeah she’s high. Just smack this time, at least. He lowered the bat but didn’t let go.

“It’s fine, Alice," he shook his head, barely covering a long yawn with his free hand. "What do you need, hon?”

“Well, it’s Jay… I need to take a trip”—she giggled—”and he’s got school in the morning and I was hoping you could—“

“Whoa, Alice, I don’t know about this. Last time his teacher was a real witch about me picking him up—” Just then, Jay peeked his head from where he’d been hiding behind his mother. He was silent, as usual, and stared, first at his mother, then at Remus. Shit.

“Hey, Jay,” she reached down and rubbed his shoulder. He didn’t pull away, but he didn’t move closer, either. “Mr. Sanders isn’t mean like last year’s teacher, right?” Jay stared at his feet but shook his head.

Remus looked down at the kid's beat up sneakers, dirty jeans, and bony little hands, fingers twisting and knotting together. He sighed, “Yeah, yeah, of course I can watch him, hang on.” Remus closed the door a bit to undo the chain before opening it all the way, reaching out a hand toward Jay, who was already holding a ripped and overstuffed backpack. “C’mon in, Buddy.” He looked up at Alice, already heading back to her apartment, hands twitching. “When will you be back this time?”

“No more than a day, I swear! Maybe two…" Yeah, that sounded familiar.

He stuck his head out in the hall, calling toward her open door “Hey, lemme get a key in case Jay needs something in there, yeah?”

“Yeah, sure,” she locked her door, her own bag slung over her shoulder. Remus sighed. It was a big bag. “Here you go.” She tossed him the keys. She leaned in to kiss Jay. He stood very still, allowing her to kiss his cheek but didn’t speak or make eye contact with her. “You be good for Remus, okay, Baby?”

“Bye, Alice.”

Remus closed and locked his door, then turned and stared at Jay. “I bet you’re hungry and tired. Which one wins?” Jay’s eyes were drawn to Remus’ refrigerator. Remus smiled. “How do scrambled eggs sound?” Jay let his grumbling stomach answer for him. Remus offered his hand to the boy, giving it a gentle squeeze when he took it.

“Eggs it is.”

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Jay sat at the kitchen table, watching Remus cook. His wide eyes followed his every movement while he opened the refrigerator, taking out the half-carton of eggs, a block of cheese and a little Tupperware container of butter. He winked at Jay, “We’ll need to go to Key Food tomorrow for more, won’t we?”

Jay looked down at his hands, twisting them together in his lap. Shit. That was the wrong thing to say. “I needed to go anyway, you know,” Remus added, not looking at Jay while he dabbed a pat of butter in the center of the pan, swirling it around with the wooden spatula. “But if you come with me, then I’ll be able to pick out things you like to eat.” He risked a quick glance out of the corner of his eye and saw that Jay had lifted his head and the frantic movement of his fingers had slowed. He kicked his feet under the chair, his short legs not letting him sit back in the chair and still reach the floor.

Remus hummed while he cooked, watching the butter melt. He cracked three eggs into the pan, smiling at the way they sizzled. He scraped the spatula back and forth in the egg mixture, watching the eggs turn a light yellow and slowly solidify into fluffy little bunches.

He turned to Jay. “Hey, Buddy, your eggs will be done in just a minute. Wanna wash your hands at the sink?” Jay nodded solemnly, looking at the sink, then at his chair. He silently dragged the chair in front of the sink, then climbed back on top, kneeling, so he could reach the faucet. Jay looked at the sink for a few seconds before turning on the cold water and wetting his hands. Remus glanced between Jay’s movements and the pan of eggs, watching him holding his hands under the cold water. He looked more carefully at the boy’s hands, noting how dirty his fingernails were.

Tapping the spatula against the pan, he turned off the flame and set aside the spatula. He covered the pan, then turned the long handle toward the back of the stove. “Hey, Jay. Would you like some help washing your hands?”

Jay bit his lip, staring at his wet hands. He looked back at Remus and after a few seconds, nodded once, nearly imperceptibly. Remus smiled and stood next to Jay at the sink. “Okay, step one, how about we make the water a little bit warmer?” He pointed to the cold water tap. “That was really good—you turned on the cold water, the one with the blue ‘c.’ It’s ‘c’ for ‘cold,’ but also for ‘careful.’ You could get burned by the other tap.” Jay tilted his head, hiding the scar on his face against his shoulder.

“You… you already know that, though, don’t you?” Jay wouldn’t respond. Remus took a deep breath. Smooth move. Okay, try again. “Is it okay with you if I add a little warm water for you?” Jay nodded slightly, so Remus reached for the tap, giving it just a nudge, “I’ll add just a bit, okay?” Remus held his own hand under the water, feeling it warm up a bit from an icy cold to just above room-temperature. He smiled at the boy. “Wanna try it?”

Jay nodded and cautiously put a fingertip under the water. He smiled at the sensation and plunged both hands under the stream of the faucet. “Better?” Remus asked and got another little nod in response. Remus reached for the bar of soap, exaggeratedly rolling it around in his hands. “I’m going to get my hands soapy and then you can, too.” After a few more seconds, he handed the soap to Jay, who copied his movements. After his hands were sudsed up, Remus reached for the soap and put it back on its little dish.

“Okay, now, we scrub!” Grinning at Jay, Remus rubbed his palms together as fast as he could, waiting until Jay copied him. After a few seconds, he flipped one hand over, repeating the scrubbing motion, waiting for Jay to follow along. Finally, he showed Jay how to lightly scrub his nails against his palms and then he turned the water back on, and they rinsed their hands together. Turning off the water, Remus handed Jay a clean towel, stopping him from wiping his hands on his jeans.

“Now, the best part!” Remus held his hands a few inches from his own face and breathed in. “Smell clean?” Jay copied him, grinning. “Alright, now you’re ready to eat.”

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Remus scrubbed the pan and spatula while Jay practically inhaled the eggs and the toast and juice that Remus had hastily added. Remus had just set the pan in the drying rack when he glanced over at the quiet boy to see how much he had to go. He felt his heart squeeze in his chest when he saw that Jay had pushed aside his now empty plate and cup and laid his head in his arms, and was now soundly asleep.

Remus dried his hands before carefully picking him up—he was lighter than Remus remembered from the last time he’d watched him—and settled him into bed in his room. He left the door slightly ajar to make it easier to hear him if he woke early. Remus returned to the kitchen to quickly wash Jay’s dishes and briefly considered unpacking Jay’s bag before deciding he was likely old enough now to feel ownership over the battered backpack. Tomorrow.

After setting his alarm clock and digging out a spare pillow and an old army surplus blanket for the couch, Remus fell asleep watching the red-green-yellow light bleeding across the ceiling through the living room window from the traffic light outside.

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Remus’s alarm blared, jolting him awake much, much sooner than he was ready. He lay back down for a minute, squeezing his eyes shut, covering them with his arm to block out the surprisingly bright sunlight streaming through the window. Why hadn’t he closed his bedroom curtains? Remus’ eyes snapped open as he suddenly realized he was not in his bed, but on the couch, the memory of why he was there pushing through, shoving his sluggish brain into alertness.

Sitting up, he squinted at the alarm clock. 7:06. “Up and at ‘em, Adam Ant,” he mumbled to himself, reaching over to silence the virtual klaxon streaming from the alarm. Scratching at the stubble along his jaw, he stood and stretched, then stumbled over to his room to wake up Jay.

Jay was curled in a ball in the middle of the bed, clutching a pillow. Remus smacked himself on the head. Shit, stuffed animals. He’s young enough to want to sleep with a teddy bear or something. We’ll buy one tonight if he doesn’t have one next door. He stepped a little closer, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Good morning, sleepy head.” Remus reached out to brush his hair out of his eyes, “It’s time to wake—”

Jay’s eyes flew open the moment Remus’ hand touched his head. He scuttled against the wall, holding the pillow in front of him like a shield. His little chest heaved and he looked around the room, eyes wild, searching for… Remus didn’t know what. Finally his eyes landed on Remus’ face and he blinked, putting down the pillow as his shoulders sank back down.

“I’m… I’m sorry, Jay. I didn’t mean to startle you.” Jay nodded slightly in response. “It’s time to get ready for school. I’m guessing it’s still the same time as last year?” Jay just stared at him. “Aaaand, I’m also guessing you don’t really know, huh?”

Remus stood and took a few steps away from the bed. “Well, if it’s still the same, school starts at 8:30, so let’s get a move on, yeah?” He gave Jay a tentative thumbs up and grinned when the boy returned the gesture. “Okay, I’ll make breakfast. Do you know how to shower for yourself if I set the water temperature first?” Jay nodded. “All right, then that’s our first mission. Wanna get some clothes from your bag?”

Jay clambered out of the bed and headed to the living room where he’d left his backpack. After watching Jay fight with the zipper for a bit, Remus crouched down, “Do you want some help?” Frowning down at the stuck zipper, Jay nodded. Remus tugged at the bit of cloth that had jammed in the zipper, finally freeing it. “There we go. Here,” he said and turned the bag toward Jay again, “that should unzip easier now.”

He finished opening up the bag and began to rifle through the clothes and notebooks jammed inside. “How about we empty it out on the couch? You won’t want to take all this to school, anyway.” Jay lugged the bag over to the couch and dumped out the contents. T-shirts, loose socks, and a couple pairs of jeans were mixed together with worksheets, a crushed box of crayons, pencils, and a coloring book. Remus whistled. “Wow, this brings back memories,” he grinned, winking at Jay. When Jay smiled back, Remus added, “Can I help you organize this a little?”

At Jay’s assent, Remus quickly sifted through the pile, gathering clothes on one end of the couch, stacking papers in the middle, and setting the coloring book, crayons, toothbrush, and two Hot Wheels cars at the other end. “Okay, wanna pick something from the clothes pile and get in the shower?”

Jay grabbed the first shirt and jeans his hands landed on and started toward the bathroom. “Hey, a dude’s gotta wear clean shorts…” Jay tilted his head, confusion washing over his face. Remus gestured with his chin toward the stack. “You need clean underwear, Buddy.” Jay turned back, grabbing both clean shorts and socks that mostly matched.

After starting the water, Remus pointed to the taps, “Only turn off the water after you get out, okay? And turn off the hot water first, then turn off the cold.” Jay nodded solemnly. “Okay,” Remus pointed to the shampoo and soap, then patted the towel draped over the sink. “You’ve got everything you need here. I’ll go make breakfast.”

As Remus passed the piles on the couch, a bright blue slip of paper caught his eye. Tugging it from the stack, he read the note. Damnit, Alice. This was due over a week ago. Frowning, he glanced toward the bathroom. “Well, I guess we’ll get to see if that new teacher really is better than last year’s.”

After his shower, Jay ate breakfast quickly, scarfing down more scrambled eggs and toast and a glass of milk. Remus looked closely at his thin wrists, nodding to himself. Yes, we are definitely going to Key Food after school today.

A few minutes later, they stood together in front of the door. “Okay, last check. Jacket?” Remus patted his upper arm and Jay copied him, patting his own faded yellow rain slicker. “Good. Bag?” Remus tightened the buckle of his own bag as Jay tucked his thumbs under the straps of his—mostly—emptied backpack. “Shoes?” Jay nodded as Remus gently tapped his sneakers with his own boots.

“And jellyfish?” Jay grinned and Remus rolled his eyes. “Oh, I mean jelly sandwich?” Jay turned around so Remus could double check his bag. “All right, then, it’s 8:10. Hey, ho, let’s go!”

Remus pulled his keys from his jacket pocket and opened the door. Jay darted out and started walking down the hallway toward the stairs. “Hey, wait for me, Bud. I gotta lock the door!” Jay turned back, little brow crinkling as he watched Remus lock the door and follow him down the hallway. Remus offered his hand to Jay and his forehead softened as he took his hand, following him down the staircase and out of the lobby.

Once outside, Remus paused for a moment, biting his lip. He’d last walked Jay to school in February and he had a moment of doubt about the direction. Jay looked up at him and tugged his hand, starting to walk to the right. “Yeah, we would pass the good bodega on the way.” He gave Jay’s hand a little squeeze. “Thanks, Bud.”

They walked together through the light drizzle, Jay holding tightly to Remus’ hand. As the pair approached an intersection, Remus looked both ways and started to step off the curb. Jay pulled him back, pointing to the big, red ‘DONT WALK’ sign on the opposite curb. “Hm, yeah, you’re right. We should wait for it to turn to ‘walk’, huh?”

Jay gave him a little frown and nodded, eyes fixed on the sign, waiting for the color to change and the large ‘DONT’ to disappear. The moment the sign changed, Jay stepped off the curb without looking. This time, Remus pulled him back, just as one last car darted through the intersection, the driver blowing through the red light.

“Whoa… I think we both need each other this morning, huh?” Jay’s eyes were wide and he stood very still, staring out into the street. Remus crouched down to better see his face. “Hey, hey, that was a close one, but you’re okay. We’ll always check before we cross, yeah?” Jay slowly turned his head toward Remus. He felt the little boy’s hand trembling in his. He opened his arms and Jay dove in, hiding his tiny face in Remus’ jacket.

“Oh, Jay, you’re safe…” Rising to his feet, Remus held Jay close. “C’mon, it still says ‘WALK.’ Let’s look this way—” he turned to his left exaggeratedly, twisting to let Jay see, as well. “And then thaaaat way—” Remus now turned them both the right, bobbing a bit as he drew out his words to try to get Jay to smile. “And then laaast, we look this way again,” he finished, turning to the left again.

“And now we cross.”

When they got to the opposite side of the street, Remus shifted Jay in his arms, getting ready to put him down but the boy gripped the sleeves on his leather jacket, shaking his head. “Okay, okay.” Remus gave him a little smile as he nodded. “I won’t put you down if you don’t want.” When Remus resumed walking, Jay relaxed a bit in his arms, releasing his fingers and hooking his thin arm over his shoulders.

As they approached the gate to the school, Remus and Jay watched the other students filing inside. Remus turned to face him. “You ready?” Jay watched the other children for a few moments before nodding slowly. “Okay. I’ll pick you up after the Y, all right?” Remus bent to lower Jay to the ground and the little boy wrapped both arms around his neck and squeezed, tucking his face against Remus’ shoulder. Remus hugged back, feeling a little lump in his throat. After a minute, he slowly set him on his feet and waved as Jay followed the other students into the school.

Remus watched as Jay was swallowed up by the school, then turned and walked past the crowd of families dropping off their students, anxious parents tugging on their childrens’ hands, parting the sea of backpacks and rain-dampened jackets in his path.

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You sat in the bus a row behind Suna. He mentioned in his text last night that the twins would be joining the two of you, yet they were still nowhere to be found. "Are the twins always fashionably late?" You asked Suna.

"Yeah, they probably got in an argument or something on the way here." He responded seemingly used to the two's antics. You slumped back in your seat, not knowing what to do. The day hadn't even started yet and you already felt anxious and out of place. Although your friends would characterize you as someone who could easily make friends since you were perceived as the stereotypical "nice girl", you've always had a hard time finding your place in new environments.

Especially after being in such a supportive setting in Miyagi, your shift to Hyogo, so far, has only gifted you with stress. Not to mention, it was already half way through the school year, making you feel even more like a sore thumb sticking out. But, you shrugged it off knowing that this sacrifice would ultimately help advance you in your future musical career.

Your daydreaming came to a halt once you felt a calloused touch on your shoulder. Your eyes were met with the familiar brown ones that you met the other day. "Don't suppose you mind me sittin' next to ya?" The blond the twin asked.

To be fair, there were really only two outcomes of this situation. Osamu had already sat next to Suna, so that was out of the question. Your choices now were to either accept and make awkward small talk for the whole fifteen minute ride or politely decline and get to read the new manga that you purchased. It was very obvious that the latter was more enticing. On the other hand, you didn't want to seem like some standoffish jerk since that wouldn't help to make new friends.

You took a deep breath and nodded your head. Without saying anything, you scooted towards the window, the sun now in your eyes. Great, just another nuisance to add to my day, you thought to yourself. Atsumu sat down in the aisle seat, moving your school bag on the floor closer to your feet.

For the first five minutes, it was actually better than you expected. No unnecessary small talk, just you both aimlessly scrolling through your phones. Plus every once in a while Suna would turn around and show you guys a post on twitter that he deemed was hilarious.

About eight minutes into the ride, Atsumu, who had been biting his tongue ever since he sat down next to you, blurted out, "Have ya ever watched a volleyball game?"

The random question surprised you. "Um yeah, my best friends back in Miyagi were all on the school team. I pretty much went to every game they had."

Atsumu seemed satisfied with your answer. "They any good?"

"Yep, they've gotten really good this year," You smiled knowing that Nishinoya and Tanaka's egos would fly to the roof if they knew you were praising them. "And although they weren't able to go far in the Spring Interhigh, I'm positive that they'll make it to nationals."

"They're pretty lucky having someone as supportive as you around," He smiled, though you were pretty sure that it was a subtle attempt to flirt with you, which you just shrugged off. "What school did ya say you came from again?"

"Oh- Karasuno," You replied.

"Huh- never heard of them," He said. "If they go to nationals I'm sure we'll beat them." You were too shocked by his bluntness to notice Suna's snickering. He, of course, heard the whole conversation play out, waiting for Atsumu to mess up. Suna slickly turned around only to be met with your deadpan face.

Rather than debating him, you countered, "I guess we'll just have to wait and see then." Hoping that he'd get the hint to shut up, you pulled out the manga that you were going to read earlier.

PART SEVEN: BUSES

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fun facts !

Nishinoya, along with buses, also has a fascination with airplanes. To be honest, he thinks that anything that has wheels is cool.

During your first year, while on a school trip to Kyoto, Nishinoya was walking to the hotel your school was staying at and ended up sharting his pants.

Nishinoya will, in fact, start screaming like a three-year-old if anyone of you ever bring it up.

Atsumu has never had to try to win over a girl before since they would always just fall at his feet, which is why he is so determined to get you to like him.

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Chapter 17: Gimme! Gimme! Gimme

Jungkook x Reader: enemy to lovers AU

Word count: 2164

Warnings: Swearing and mentions of slight bullying

Premise: “There’s an opposite to déjà vu. They call it jamais vu. It’s when you meet the same people or visit places, again and again, but each time is the first. Everybody is always a stranger… Nothing is ever familiar” – Chuck Palahniuk, Choke

AKA Jungkook goes in search of the girl who got him expelled.

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Bright flashing lights…catchy retro theme songs…the loud cheers of victory from teenage boys and girls defeating their opponents – these were the ingredients that made up Y/N’s favourite place in the world. While Namjoon found comfort on the stage, she felt most at home under the glowing neon lights of Reload.

A few years ago, Y/N had found the arcade a by chance after she had “run away” from home. She had just had an argument with her mother about her appearance and after countless moments of nagging and insults she had finally snapped and left home without permission…it was her first act of rebellion.

Y/N’s mother was fixated on looks and how a “lady” should behave and present themselves. She always claimed that Y/N she be focusing on her physical imagine instead of having her face hidden behind a computer screen. It killed her mother that her youngest child spent all of her free time working in a place she deemed to be so juvenile. Y/N knew this for a fact and if she was being honest it only added to the appeal of working there. The job didn’t pay much nonetheless she loved it just as much as she did the Magic Shop.

A young boy runs through the arcade and finds Y/N sat on top of an air hockey table (a privilege that only she was allowed). Her attention is focused on her phone, trying to keep tabs on her best friends who are working a job without her. It was not very often that she could not attend an appointment however her elderly boss had caught a cold and there was no one else to cover the busy Friday night shift.

“Noona.” The soft whimper of the young boy catches her attention. “What’s wrong, buddy?” She jumps off the table and kneels so that she is eye level with the child “A-an older-r b-boy…” his words are choppy as his small body shakes with sobs “Stole my game.” “That wasn’t very nice of him. Can you point him out so Noona can have a chat with him.” The little boy continues to whimper but with some comforting words of reassurance and 5 free game tokens, she is able to convince him to point in the direction of the most popular first-person shooter game towards the back of the arcade.

“Thank buddy, that was very brave of you. I promise you in 10 minutes the game will be free for you to play.” She wipes the last of his tears and ruffles his hair for good measure “Come find me soon, ok?” The boy sniffling boy nods as Y/N quickly makes her way to the other side of the room.

At the game Y/N stands off to the side of the machine and pauses to analyse the teenage boy and his skill. The teen would get easily flustered each time a surge of villains would rush after his character and he would frequently let out a string of cuss words whenever he missed his mark, he was an amateur and it showed.

Suddenly his life bar at the top right of he screen started flashing, indicating that his game would soon end if he was not careful with his energy. This must have been enough motivation for him to focus better because his kill streak went from 3 to 9 in almost an instance. A wicked plan formed in Y/N’s head as she he went in for the last shot of the level.

“Hey!” she called out to him causing him to flinch and miss his target. This caused a fatal error as the enemy on screen took the opportunity to shoot his character right in the face. The teen let out a sound of frustration as the screen read ‘Game Over’ in giant letters and request more tokens to continue. Y/N waited for him to insert the coins before making her presence known in front of him.

“You stupid bitch! You made me lose my game.” He grumbled and lift his gun to continue playing. Y/N reached over to the power point behind the game and switched it off.

“Get the fuck out of my arcade.” She spat and point towards the exit “Reload has a strict no bullying policy so don’t think for a second you’re getting a refund on those tokens.” The teen didn’t bother arguing, he has realised his mistake when he figured out who she was and walked away looking rather embarrassed he had been called out in front of everyone on a busy Friday night. He was sure his class mates would all be talking about it come Monday morning.

The screen of the machine flickered back to life as Y/N switched the power back on, she waited to make sure that the unexpected reboot did not affect the game. The download bar reached the end of the bar and loaded the high score screen. She read over the listed and frowned when she got to a name that had been annoying her lately – Nochu.

This Nochu person had climb two positions high on the leader board since the last time she had checked this game and the achievement displeased her. That name was popping up on the leader boards of many games recently and while she did not feel her abilities were being threatened, she was annoyed that she could not put a face to this person.

Hours later back at the Kim residence, the two cousins enjoy the cooling weather on their porch as Jin attempts to tune his guitar by ear.

“The Basement wasn’t closed tonight.” Jungkook states when he scrolls through his Instagram feed and comes across a new post by the club “I never said it was.” Jin pays no attention to his cousin, instead he fiddles with the knobs at the head of guitar and plucks at a string once he believes he’s tightened the key enough. The sound rings out and the pitch is too high. “So why did we go to Reload instead?” Jin repeats the process with the chord again, the pitch is closer to where its supposed to be however the sound is still off. “None of the guys had a battle or a performance tonight.” He explained as he plucked at the string again and again, trying to pin point why it sounded wrong “And Y/N had to work, so we decided to hang with her instead.” “So we went for Y/N?” Jungkook tone was accusatory “No one forced you to tag along.” Jin fired back, he had stopped trying to tune the guitar to face him “She’s always supports the guys at the Basement, sometimes we repay the favour by making an appearance there to help drum up business.” Jungkook scoffed “You told me Reload was popular because she attracts people with her skills…if that’s the case why would she need you guys?” “She doesn’t need us at all.” Jin moved his guitar from his lap and lent it against his seat. He was frustrated with it and this conversation was adding to the stress. “That’s the thing about having a good relationship with people…you do things to support them, even when they don’t ask.” “Oh yeah? If she’s so good why is she only ranked second on all the high scores.” Jin rolled his eyes at his cousin, he was being petty again and completely missed the point he was trying to make. “Mr S.K?” Jungkook nodded in confirmation.

Jungkook was becoming a regular at Reload and it was evident to him that Mr S.K was clearly the real champion of the joint. The guy had dominated every game of the arcade by holding highest score and while Y/N’s name always sat below his, her score was always miles away from meeting his. To Jungkook this was clearly another instance of Y/N receiving praise and adoration where it was not merited… it was Mr S.K who deserved to celebrated and yet it was Y/N who stole his popularity. If he had to come up with an explanation as to how this occurred, he would bet all his money it was because Y/N was considered to be “beautiful”.

“Mr S.K has held the top for as long as anyone can remember. There’s no mystery to who he is…He’s obviously the owner of the arcade.” Jin windshield wiper boomed out and filled the stillness of the night as his cousin’s face fell.

Jungkook pondered on the last few weeks, there was so much background information he didn’t know and for some reason his brain chose to fill in the gaps by somehow hating on Y/N.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a car blaring loud music as it sped up and down the street.

“What the fuck is going?!” Jungkook exclaimed as he stood from his seat and made his way to the top of the porch stairs to get a better look at car. “Ah my Angel is home!” Jin jumped up and went to stand next to Jungkook. “Does she always carry on like this? She drives like a dipshit.” “Nah, that’s not even her driving. You see a while back she got caught at the illegal races, her parents made her sell her car as punishment... She must have gotten into a fight with her mother, this is how she always gets back her.”

The car finally stopped doing laps down the street and pulled up into Y/N’s drive away. The pair watched as Y/N jumped out of the passenger side of the car and wave to the driver as they pulled away from the house. She was still unaware that she was being watched by them

“Hey Brat!” Jin called out, capturing her attention “Didn’t your mother ever tell you not take rides from strangers?”

Jungkook’s breathe hitched at the thought of Y/N allowing herself to be in a car with a stranger, especially someone who drove like a lunatic. He didn’t catch a glimpse of the driver but surely, she wasn’t reckless enough to put herself in such a dangerous situation…was she?

“She did, that’s what make’s it all the better.” Y/N bantered on smugly, Jungkook couldn’t figure out if she was joking or not. “Well it’s past your bed time young lady, you march right on inside and get right to bed.” Y/N let out a sound of fake indignation and clutch her hand to her check overdramatically. “To think I raced all the way here with a surprise and this is how you treat me? You really are such a punk!” “A surprise?!” Jin’s eyebrows shot up in excitement, the façade dropped immediately. Everyone knew she gave the best surprises. “Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!” he demanded and waved her over to them. Y/N laughed at his eagerness and rummaged through her bag as she closed the distance between them.

“Sorry I didn’t have time to wrap it.” She purposely handed him a grey game cartridge face down so there was some kind of element of surprise to the gift. His eyes widen comically when he turned it over and read the title of the game. “Y/N…is this…??” For the first time in Jungkook’s life he had seen his loud mouth cousin speechless. “Yah! Don’t make a big deal of it.” She tried to brush it off “Consider it an extremely late birthday gift.” “Not a big deal? This is the original Super Mario Bros 3! I played this game every day as a kid then this idiot blew it up somehow.” He nodded his head in Jungkook’s direction who rolled his eyes in response.

The incident happened years ago and he still hadn’t heard the end of it, he pretended like it didn’t bother him but deep down he felt so bad for accidentally destroying something his cousin held so dear to him.

“I’ve been trying to find it ever since! This must have cost you a fortune.” “Like I said…it’s no big deal. I was cleaning out storage at work and found it packed away, we never got round to fixing game console for it so the boss-man was nice enough to let me have it.”

That was a bold-faced lie.

Y/N had known about the sentimental significance this game had to Jin and went in search for it many months before his birthday. She only managed to get the game after she traded a set of mint condition baseball cards, she had acquired as collateral when a client fell through their end of a deal.

“Y/NIEEE this is why you’re my angel! Thank you so much.” He pulled her towards him and wrapped her up in a big bear hug. Jungkook felt out of place as he watched Y/N shriek and attempt to struggle out of his grip as he showered her with love…he could help but feel jealous of the fact that she could fix a mistake that he had made so long ago.

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Tooru Oikawa x F!Reader ( part 4 )

❝ my love for him is much like winter, a skeleton for the world to see. too bad he never liked the cold. ❞

description: being the neighbor and lifelong best friend of tooru oikawa definitely had it’s perks. you were never an outcast, always had a seat at lunch, got into volleyball games for free. the problem was, however, that being in love with him outweighed those perks. you would never tell him that, though, even if it hurt like hell.

genre: best friends to lovers, angst, unrequited love, fluff if you squint hard enough

word count: 2,320

warnings/notes: i’m posting this early because i’m so busy this weekend! hope you enjoy!

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You wanted to hate Sana. You wanted to resent her, wanted her to be a bitch. But she wasn’t. She was beautiful, and kind, and she just wanted to date Tooru Oikawa. Who were you to blame her for that?

“What is your skincare routine?” Sana asked. She pulled you closer, eyeing you as if she could see into your soul. “You have to tell me what you do with your skin.”

“Only if you tell me what hair products you use.” You told her before thinking. Sana also happened to be very easy to talk to.

She turned to Oikawa, smiling with her hand wrapped around yours. “I’ll see you later, babe, but right now I’m going to get some incredible insight. I might steal her from you.”

Oikawa just stood there. You had never seen him more confused in your entire life. He looked out of place. Like he wasn’t expecting things to happen the way they were. “Go for it.” He said. Stoic.

Sana basically dragged you away, arm in arm. She was taller than you, so you had to put in effort to keep up (something you happened to be very good, all your friends were giants). The two of you spoke nonsense about skin and hair and some other things you couldn’t remember.

“You know, I was scared to meet you.” She told you as you stopped in front of her locker. You gaped. “I know, I know. I just didn’t want you to blame Tooru for not telling you about us. I asked him not to.”

“Can I ask why?”

She giggled. It was soft. “I wanted you to like me.” She pulled out a book and shoved it into her bag. “I needed the soulmate stamp of approval.”

“..Soulmate?”

“You’re kidding, right?” Sana turned to you. Her hair flipped over her shoulder as she did, her bangs never leaving the perfect place across her forehead. “You guys are literally inseparable. You and Tooru. A lot of us joke about how the universe put you guys together, platonic soulmates.”

Platonic soulmates, she said.

“I couldn’t possibly let myself be with him if you didn’t like me.” Sana continued, not really gauging how you were responding. “That’s why he hasn’t really talked to you. I’m so sorry for that, I shouldn’t have told him to keep his distance.”

“I guess I just thought he was mad at me.” You told her. Again without thinking. “We’ve never gone this long without talking, ever. And he was…” you paused. “He asked me for his jersey back and I didn’t really..”

“He asked you for his jersey back?” Sana slammed her locker shut. “I swear I’m going to kill him.”

She mumbled something about how he doesn’t listen. You stood beside her, hands at your sides.

“I literally told him not to do that.” She told you. “He offered me the jersey, and I told him that it was not my place as his girlfriend of a god damn week to take a jersey you’ve worn for years. He’s an idiot. Keep it, I’m serious.”

You didn’t know what to say.

You wanted to hate her, you really did. You tried to find a flaw, something to stick to, but nothing came up. God how you wanted her to be a bitch.

“You don’t hang out with girls often, do you?” She asked. You were walking to class now, her arm linked with yours as her bag hung over her other shoulder.

“I only hang out with ‘Kawa and the boys.” You shrugged.

“Well consider me your official girl best friend. Starting now.” Sana stopped, gasping as though she came to a sudden realization. “Oh my god! We should go to the mall together this weekend!”

You shifted your backpack on your shoulders. “I.. I don’t think..”

“Oh, come on! It’ll be super fun.” She continued, her face lighting up. “We can even have a sleepover after! Please!”

“I’ll have to talk to my parents… I..” You gave up trying to make her the Bad Guy. “Yeah. That sounds fun. We can stay at mine, if you don’t care.”

Sana sent you the brightest smile. “I can’t wait. I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Your arms were unlinked, you heading down a different hallway to your class. “Oh, and Sana?”

“Yes?”

“You have the soulmate stamp of approval.” You turned around before you could see her response.

“You’re not mad at him?” Iwaizumi asked you. “How are you not livid right now?”

“I am mad.” You twisted a pencil in your hand. “But I’m more mad at him for completely ignoring me than having a girlfriend.”

“If I were you I would beat the shit out of him.” Matsukawa spoke up from beside you. He gasped. “Oh my god, I can beat his ass for you. Do you want me to?”

You chuckled. “I’m flattered, but no. Not worth your time or energy.”

The three of you were in the library during lunch, again. You know you should go back to the cafeteria, find a new spot at the lunch table (your previous spot next to Oikawa, in between him and Iwa at the circle tables). But the three of you liked to have a break and just hang out and talk shit at lunch. It became a thing between you and Iwaizumi, but you were happy to have Matsukawa join.

“Speaking of me being pissed off,” you changed the topic. “I’m pissed off that I’m the only one who knows about you two? Um, hello? When will you guys just say you’re dating and get it over with?”

“Hanamaki knows, though his suspicions are unconfirmed.” Matsukawa said.

They were official, you knew. The two of them never told you “hey we’re dating!” or anything like that, but you knew. The same way Iwaizumi knew you were (are) in love with Oikawa. And, it doesn’t held that both of them call each other nicknames and have each other as “bf” with about three trillion hearts in their phones.

“We’re going to wait.” Iwaizumi said. He wasn’t uncomfortable. “I have to tell my parents first. Then we can tell everyone.”

“Oh shit, I’m sorry Iwa I didn’t even think…”

“Seriously, don’t apologize.” He smiled at you. “You just want us to be happy. And right now, we are with what we have.”

Matsu put his arm around your shoulder from beside you. You were happy for them, too. Though the same couldn’t be said the same about your love life.

Tooru Oikawa invented a game when the two of you were kids. It was a stupid game, and you were pretty sure it was just a game he found while playing with other kids, but it was so fun to you.

You would invite kids over, including Iwaizumi, and would play it all the time in your backyard. The game was simple. Someone was the Catcher, and whoever was Catcher had to stand with their back to the players as the players stood against your house. The Catcher would then shout out a color, and if a player was wearing that color, they would have to run to Oikawa’s house (and touch it) before the Catcher caught them. Oikawa called it “Rainbow”.

One day while playing, Oikawa caught you while you were sprinting. He snatched you by the waist and basically bear hugged you. Everyone was a giggling mess, as kids are.

“Got you!” Kid Oikawa exclaimed. “Got you, got you! You’re it!”

Sometimes, you wished you had the ability to see when you grew up.

Sana ended up becoming a pretty decent acquaintance, despite only knowing her for a day. She was very nice, and extremely fun to talk to. Sana just wanted a girl friend; and after talking to her, maybe that’s what you wanted too.

You were walking in the hallway with her, arms linked as Sana preferred, talking nonsense about classes and the game that night. It was the beginning of the day, so the halls were filled with people who weren’t in class still.

“Are we still on for tonight and tomorrow?” she asked you.

“Yeah. If you’re cool with staying at my house, I think my parents were excited to hear me bring a friend whos a girl over.” You said.

“Oh my god, yes. That sounds perfect!” She nudged you with her arm.

“Okay.” You thought for a second. “If you like to drink, we can get some bottles or wine coolers or something before going home. I know a place.”

“That’s the best idea I’ve ever heard.”

You stopped in front of your class and she unlinked your arms. “I’m not kidding when I tell you that I’m excited. I’ve told you before that I was nervous about meeting you when I started dating Tooru, but you’re so cool. Thank you.”

“You’re thanking me?” you laughed. “For what?”

“For being the coolest friend to Oikawa.” A bell. “I got to go to class, if I get another tardy my parents will have my head. But I’ll see you at the game! Wear the jersey!”

She sent you a wink before heading to class.

“Thank you!” you called, and she turned around. “For being the coolest girlfriend to Oikawa.”

After school, Iwaizumi came over. They had a bit of time before the game, so most of the guys like to come home to eat a little bit or hype themselves up.

Like most days, you were sprawled out on your floor as he sat up against some random object in your room. That day, it was your dresser. He was exhausted, and you could tell.

“Iwa, can we be serious for a minute?” you asked.

“I was going to ask you the same thing.” he said, and you sat up. “You’re in love with him. You’ve been in love with him for years. How did you know?”

Your eyes flickered between his. “What do you mean? I thought you already asked this before.”

“No, no.” he was nervous to ask you. “No, how did you know that you were in love with him? Like what does that feel like?”

You couldn’t hold back a gasp and a smile. “Oh my God! Hajime Iwaizumi, you’re in love!”

“No..”

“Yes you are!”

The teasing went on like that for a while. It went on and on, the both of you giggling and bickering about teenage love. You didn’t remember exactly how it ended up like this, your head resting on his lap and Iwaizumi’s hand in your hair. You felt your friendship with him, in that moment.

“I think I am, in love with Matsu I mean.”

“I think you are too.” You spoke. “I see the way you two are with each other. The glances and feeling. He definitely loves you too.”

“We’ve been together way longer than when you found us in the closet.”

“I know.”

“Are you still in love with him?’

A pause. “Yeah.”

“He’s an idiot.”

“’Kawa may be the stupidest person I know.”

“…but..?”

“No but. He’s just the stupidest person I know.”

A chorus of laughter. You didn’t even hear yourself, didn’t hear Iwa. You missed this.

You also didn’t hear Oikawa come in, and didn’t notice him standing at your doorway.

“Right.” Oikawa said, bringing a silence to the room. He just turned and left.

You stared at the now-empty doorway. You didn’t remember when you sat up.

“Go.” Iwaizumi pushed you at your waist. “Go get him.”

Without thinking, you rushed out of your room and down the stairs. You finally caught up to him outside, in the middle of your houses.

“Are you ever going to talk to me?” You called. You were angry, upset.

Oikawa’s back was toward you. He wasn’t walking, but you didn’t get any closer. It was like talking to a fucking brick wall.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” He said simply.

“We almost kissed, ‘Kawa.” You said. Your hands were in fists at your sides, shaking. “We almost kissed. And you haven’t talked to me, haven’t even looked at me since. You don’t get to be mad at me. You don’t get to be mad I’m hanging out with Iwa when you haven’t talked to him either. And you can’t hide behind Sana asking you to not tell me about you two, not anymore. Please just talk to me.”

“Like I said.” He still had his back toward you. “Nothing to talk about.”

With that, he walked back to his house. You stayed on the sidewalk until you felt Iwaizumi pull you back to reality.

You were pretty sure that anger took over every emotion that night. As you sat at the game, in that stupid fucking jersey you put on as routine, you stared daggers at the floor from the bleachers. You weren’t even in the student section.

You were slouched in the bleacher, arms crossed, when you felt a body sit next to you.

“You seem far too pissed off to be watching a volleyball game.” The boy told you. “A game you’re winning.”

You stole a glance, not leaving your slouched position between the bleachers. He was cute, dark hair and definitely tall (though it could just be because you were sitting). He wasn’t even looking at you, so you turned your eyes back to the court.

He offered you an already open bag of chips, holding them in front of you.

“You don’t go here.” You ignored his offering.

“You’re not wrong.” He looked at you. “I’m here from another school. Trying to see what some friends of mine are up against.” You finally looked up at him. “What’s your name?”

You deadpanned. “What’s yours?”

“I asked you first.”

“Second the best, first the worst. I win.” You said. “What’s your name?”

The boy set his bag of chips down and held out his hand. “I’m Kuroo, Tetsurou Kuroo.”

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Arcane - Part 11

Ø Meaning: Secret, Mysterious, Understood only by few. MAGIC

Ø Pairing: Panther Hybrid Min Yoongi x Reader

Ø Summary: Some secrets are kept for the good of people. Some secrets are kept for abuse or power. Yoongi had been a victim of abuse and power, and he wasn’t going to let anyone else use secrets for that purpose. So, when Y/N comes into his life with secrets, he doesn’t want to fall into that rabbit hole again. He doesn’t want to give all his trust to someone who will abuse their power over him. But maybe Y/N’s secrets are a good thing.

Ø Genre: Hybrid!au, fluff, angst, eventual smut

Ø Warnings: I know in the last part I warned that it was more intense this part but I somehow left that out and wrote it in a way that it isn’t bad, Of course dealing with this subject there is a small trigger warning... What the character did is not right, and no one should ever have to be put through something like this!! Stay safe out there!

Ø Word Count: 1625

Ø A/N: Hey guys… here is the next part of my Min Yoongi fic!! I am back with another part of Arcane!! It has been so long since I posted anything or written anything so I really hope you all like this part and understand that sometimes I just don’t have inspiration to keep writing!! So, I really hope you guys love and support this fic like you did with GOLDEN TIME!! If you want to be added to a tag list, message me or leave a comment or ask!! I would love and appreciate your feedback!! Thank you so much

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Y/N couldn’t concentrate.

She wouldn’t lie to anyone and say that she was interested in the paperwork in front of her. In actuality, she couldn’t tell anyone who asked what it was she was supposed to be concentrating on. Her mind was completely preoccupied with the events of her tragic and questionable weekend.

Monday mornings were always hard, coming off a good weekend. Try a Monday morning coming off a horrible weekend. It was currently 11:02 on Thursday after the horrible weekend and no amount of coffee, even the 8 cups Y/N had been through since 5am when she woke up, or distractions would take her mind off of her Hybrid at home.

Said hybrid had been hiding, completely avoiding the outside world, more importantly avoiding Y/N, for days now. Saturday, Sunday, Monday, all the way until today being Thursday and Yoongi still hadn’t come out of hiding.

Every morning Y/N would knock three times on Yoongi’s door, letting him know she was there. She’d leave him a tray of food outside his door before leaving for work, texting him routinely through the day at 11am, 1pm, 4pm just before she would return home to what was pretty much an empty house. It was always so cold, all the lights were always off, no heat, no Yoongi at the door to greet her home.

Every afternoon Y/N would hang her coat and bag, walk to the hall, and see that the tray off food she’d left in the morning had been completely untouched. It was concerning, Y/N didn’t know if Yoongi was eating or not, and from the looks of the cold, untouched food, it didn’t look like he was.

After taking the food back to the kitchen and throwing it out, Y/N would start to fix dinner for the both of them. Leaving a tray at Yoongi’s door before going back and sitting by herself at the table, hoping that maybe Yoongi would join her.

He never did.

And she could blame no one except herself.

Y/N was supposed to help him, protect him. She had promised that no harm would ever come to him. And yet, she was the reason that he completely hid from her, from the world.

She could see it as if it were happening in the moment. Pushing open the door, seeing Yoongi laying on the bed, arms up, eyes wide, begging for help. She could see Hye-Jin looking annoyed as Y/N stood in the door, straddling Yoongi’s waist.

Y/N would never forget the panic that flashed through Yoongi’s eyes, even as Y/N acted. Y/N didn’t waste any time in pulling Hye-Jin off of Yoongi, not saying anything as she threw the girl out of her house, slamming the door in her surprised face as she raced back to Yoongi’s room. She wanted to check on him, make sure he was okay, reach out to him.

But when she finally got back to his door, it was shut, closed off from the world.

Y/N was pulled out of her constant worrying by the ringing of her phone. Shaking her head, she looked at the caller ID, not recognizing the number.

“Hello?” Y/N spoke into her phone, thanking the fact that her office door was closed.

“Hello? Miss Y/N?” A familiar voice asked, though Y/N couldn’t place it.

“This is her? May I ask who this is?”

“Miss Y/N, it’s Jung Hoseok, from HOPE Sanctuary.” The voice cheerfully answered.

“Oh, J-Hope, right?” Y/N smiled widely at the memory of the man who helped her to adopt the hybrid currently hiding from her

“Yes. How are you? How’s Yoongi?”

The question was a dangerous one. How could Y/N explain to the man that had entrusted one of his friends to her, that she had completely and totally fucked up? She didn’t like the thought of lying to him, didn’t like the position she was already in, but how could she tell him what had happened? How could she tell him she was probably the worst thing that could happen to Yoongi?

“Y/N? Are you still there?” J-Hope asked.

“Oh yes, I’m still here.” Y/N forced a laughed. “Sorry just a lot on my mind with work. But I’m good, Yoongi is good.”

“Well that’s good to hear.”

Y/N could hear movement in the back of the phone call, J-hope wasn’t alone, and she could guess just how many were there. 5 hybrids missing their panther and a human who was so much better equip to this job then she was.

“Hyung, ask her…” Y/N heard a small, muffled voice.

“It would seem I have some impatient hybrids with me.” J-Hope’s cheerful voice came through with a laugh. “But they were wondering if that offer still stood? If they were able to come and visit their Yoongi Hyung?”

“Hey, I’m his Hyung!” Y/N heard a protest coming from behind J-Hope.

“Of course, you can.” Y/N heard herself saying without missing a beat. “I’m sure Yoongi would love a visit from you all.”

“Really?” Someone else spoke, seeming to have taken the phone off J-Hope. “We can come visit?”

“Of course, you can visit.” Y/N really just couldn’t stop herself, anything that will ease Yoongi would be welcomed. “I know Yoongi has been thinking about you guys. I was actually going to offer Yoongi if he would like a trip back to the city to see you all.”

“Oh perfect. It seems I have good timing.” J-Hope’s voice was a little distant from the phone, meaning the phone was on speaker now. “When would be the best time for us to come down?”

“You can come down any time you’re ready to.” Y/N moved around some paperwork, looking for her journal.

“We could fly in tomorrow afternoon?” J-Hope proposed, she could feel the nerves of them all.

“Perfect.” Y/N wrote a little note into her journal, noting they would be here. “I’ll clear out the other rooms for you all tonight. Will you be coming with them J-hope?”

“If it’s not too much trouble? I would like to be with them?”

“Of course.” Y/N hoped she could talk to Yoongi tonight. “I’ll make sure to have lots of food ready for you all. I know Yoongi will be happy.”

A cheer rang through the phone, letting Y/N know they were excited for the chance of a trip. She would just hope that Yoongi would be excited to see his brothers after nearly 2 months.

“We should let you get back to work now Y/N.” J-Hope seemed to have finally taken the phone back, placing it to his ear. “I’ll text you the details of a flight, so you know when to expect us.”

“Sounds good.” Y/N smiled, nodding. “I’ll see you all soon.”

“See you tomorrow, Y/N.”

Finally hanging up, Y/N let out a deep sigh, her head in her hands on the desk in front of her. She didn’t know what to do, she had a problem to solve at home with Yoongi and now his brothers were coming to see him. Finally sitting back up she pushed her hair out of her face, picking up her phone and ringing the familiar number, only for it to ring out.

Said hybrid sat in his room, staring at his phone as Y/N’s name lit up the screen in his pitch-black darkness. It’s not like the darkness actually affected him anyway, but still it was dark. Dark enough that he knew if Y/N was home and had walked through his door, like the many times he’s hoped she would in the past week, she’d have tripped.

Yoongi would never straight up admit it, but he seriously missed Y/N. He knew it was his own doing, hiding himself away from her after what someone else did. But he couldn’t help but feel betrayed that she had let someone like that into his territory.

She had to know. Yoongi couldn’t help but think that Y/N had to know that he wanted to do nothing but protect his territory, and that meant her as well. He just wanted to protect the woman who gave him a change, but she was the one bringing dangers into his territory.

He couldn’t exactly forget it, what that girl felt like pressed against him. Yoongi could never really forget the pure look of lust in her eyes as he tried to get away from her. She had stalk him as if he were the prey and she were the predator, she had used his past against him, and it had won.

He would truly never be able to forgive himself for falling, failing to stop himself from feeling sorry for himself. He already knew that hiding and curling in on himself was wrong, and yet here he was, lying in the dark, staring at a black screen, hoping, praying for Y/N to reach out to him.

They were truly words that would haunt him, words that were whispered into his ear. Words that he had buried deep within his mind and now…

“Your just a pet… this is what your made for.”

“She’ll never please you the way I will.”

“Come on, this is what we got you for.”

“She’ll never love you.”

Again, and again. It was like a broken record playing for his downfall.

Hye-Jin’s words weren’t the first to tell him that, they were a constant in the last few homes he had been in. He just never thought they’d be words he heard while here with Y/N.

Now he just stared at the screen as it lit up again with Y/N’s name. He couldn’t bring himself to answer it, couldn’t bring himself to hear the broken words leave her mouth as he tried to call for him.

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Armin was discharged from the hospital only a day after the accident. The doctor said there was nothing extraordinary to worry about. But of course, even with this information, Eren still made a fuss. That much was clear when he walked through the door with Armin's arm slung over his shoulder.

"I didn't break my leg, Eren. I don't need to use you as a crutch," Armin grumbled as the two walked into the kitchen from the garage. He reached back to shut the door with his free hand.

Eren rolled his eyes. "Well, excuse me for supporting you in these trying times."

"I don't need your support," they scoffed. He unwrapped his arm and made his way across the room.

Eren gave him the finger, rather aggressively. The gesture wasn't reciprocated since the blond already disappeared into the hallway.

Sucking on a freeze pop, you leaned back against the cool countertop. "Welcome home, lovely. Have fun?"

Eren sighed loudly as he walked toward the freezer and got a popsicle for himself. He grabbed a pair of scissors and cut the top of the wrapper off into the trash.

He said sarcastically, "Oh, absolutely I did." He paused and shook his head disapprovingly. "He's a lot bitchier when it's us two. How's it been here?"

You shrugged. "So, so. Pretty quiet."

He nodded and pushed up the pineapple-flavored ice. "Thought so. Jean's gone today, obviously. Is Mikasa here?"

You huffed softly at the mention of her. "I haven't seen her since breakfast. She's been upstairs all day."

He frowned. "Oh, I see. Armin told me about the kiss, by the way. At first, I was gonna make fun of you for passing out but now that just seems cruel."

"You think?" You laughed lightly and rested both arms on the counter.

The sound that followed from him was more of an exhale than a laugh. "Listen, Y/n, even if she's avoiding you right now, I know she'll come around. Just wait and see."

"You're right," you mumbled, sticking the freeze pop in your mouth again. Armin basically said the same thing. Eren sent you a quick smile and patted your shoulder before leaving through the hallway.

You swallowed the remaining ice and threw away the wrapper. Noticing the bin was full, you took the trash to the bigger bin outside. Maybe doing some chores would distract you from Mikasa for a while.

Plus, today was the only day that allowed you to do so. Practices for the band's upcoming performance were every day until the date of it. You'd be rehearsing 24/7 since it was scheduled on such short notice.

It was going to be at a middle school some of your friends went to. The DJ they booked before flaked and your manager was kind enough to offer your talents.

Jean was meeting with Hannes and the school administrators to work out some extra kinks before the practices began.

The only day there wasn't a rehearsal was on Eren's birthday. You all decided it'd be best to take the day off to celebrate and set up for the party that would be happening later in the night.

The day passed easily as you got caught up on chores that weren't done over the past few days. The house was messier than you liked it although it hadn't been long at all since the previous clean-through. However, it had been a hectic week.

Speaking of hectic, when Zeke was there, he sure made himself at home. That much was clear when you made it to the living room portion of the basement.

Eren probably couldn't find time to clean up yet. Either that or he was just lazy because at that moment he was more focused on a pinball machine than the state of his living space.

His brother's suitcases were lying open by the couch. To be honest, you didn't love the idea of a criminal's possessions lying around your home. So, you decided that throwing them in a storage closet was the best option.

When you finished tidying up, you started a game on the pinball machine next to Eren's.

His birthday was in three days. The house looked a lot better than it did when you started, which was perfect for throwing a party. You could only hope it would stay that way.

After a few hours of playing games with him, Jean came down the stairs to let you know he was back from the school. He left when he saw neither of you were interested in what he had to say.

Once it got dark outside, you left Eren to his own devices and went to your own room to chill out some more.

Unfortunately, when you flopped down on your bed, Mikasa started to consume your thoughts again. In an effort to fight them, you turned on a show to distract yourself.

For the slow hours you spent staring at the screen, you couldn't focus, not once. No matter how hard you trained your eyes on the screen, you still thought about her.

Sighing, you got out of bed and walked to your bedroom door. You were careful of the creaking hinges, it was around midnight. Everyone would either be asleep or close to sleeping.

Except for Armin. You had no idea what he did at night but you knew better than to ask. However, he was probably pretty tired from the time spent at the hospital. So, there was a solid chance he actually was asleep.

You crept outside, checking that the front door didn't make too much noise. Your car was parked in the driveway since there was never room in the garage. The gravel underneath your feet made noise as you walked toward it. You pushed yourself onto the hood and leaned back against the windshield.

Drawing in a long breath, you stared up at the sky. You needed to calm down and clear your mind. This would help, as it usually did.

Even if it was a little chilly, it was warm for a night in March, especially this late.

The stress that bubbled inside you simmered down the longer you watched the thin clouds dim the stars.

Any negative thoughts you had about the situation with Mikasa or the previous days seemed to disappear the longer your focus was on the sky.

Gravel crunched and you snapped your gaze toward the noise. Sitting up, you were surprised by what you saw.

Mikasa froze when she realized she'd been caught. She held a white blanket in her arms and still had one foot on the porch steps.

"Hi," she greeted quietly.

"Hey." Your breaths were a tad ragged from the initial scare.

She came closer to the car. "What are you doing out here so late?"

"I could ask you the same thing." You took the blanket from her arms and she pushed herself up to sit beside you.

"The door to your room was open when I came downstairs for a drink. I thought you'd be out here."

"Oh." She knew you better than you thought.

She spread the blanket over both of your laps and leaned down on the hood of the car.

She looked at the sky but your eyes were still on her. "Why did you come out here?"

After a moment of silence, her gaze finally shifted to you. "I wanted to apologize. Ignoring you was immature. Plus, I remember how you used to come out here when you were upset. Above all else, I wanted to make sure you were alright." A blush coated her cheeks when she finished talking.

You took note of that and couldn't help but blush yourself. "I'm okay. I understand why you'd ignore me, though. If you didn't want it, that was probably your only option since we have to see each other so much."

Her brows furrowed and she sat up again. "What? Y/n, did you think I didn't want to kiss you?"

You blinked stupidly. "Well, yeah."

She laughed. "You can be so ridiculous sometimes. I've always wanted to kiss you like that. I'm just not great at expressing it."

Even more heat rushed to your face. You gawked at her and she looked down at her feet. Many things were running wild in your head. For some reason, though, there was one thing that was so prominent in your mind once you remembered it.

Out of all the questions you could have asked, this one came out rather bluntly. "What did you mean in your letter? What should I know?"

Her eyes widened, she didn't expect you to ask about that yet, and quite frankly, neither did you. Nonetheless, she answered anyway. "If only you knew. That's what I wrote. That's easy to answer now. If only you knew how long I've loved you."

She turned her face and made direct eye contact with you. She seemed to know the next question on your mind. "You never knew it but I've been in love with you since high school."

That can't be right. This is a dream. You're dreaming, Y/n. What the actual fuck?

"Are you sure? Then why did you ask Jean out when we were seniors? Why did you break it off with me mere weeks before?" Your mind was racing and it translated into sentences quickly spilling from your lips.

She still looked straight at you. Her facade of confidence was making you nervous. "I'm sure. Back then, I was so afraid of what I felt for you. Pretending the feelings weren't real and projecting them onto Jean seemed like my easiest option. For years I convinced myself I loved him. But it was never him. It was always you. I felt so awful when I realized what I was doing."

And just like that, the facade fell. Her words were no longer held confidence. She was afraid of how you'd react. She had little idea that you were ready to be just as vulnerable as her.

"When did you realize?"

Looking up at the dark sky, she pushed a stray tuft of hair away from her face. She continued, sighing softly before she spoke, "When I saw him that night with Marco, I was relieved that I didn't have to be with him anymore. When I tried to figure out why that was, I could only think about you. Every feeling that scared me before came back. I got so scared that I left. But, even then, they never went away."

You were having some trouble believing that this was actually happening. Mikasa loved you back this entire time. If she hadn't kissed you before, you would've thought this was only possible in your dreams.

However, things were actually starting to make sense. That whole time it was your fault. Every night of those two years you spent wondering about what you could have done to make her stay. It turns out you did enough. You were the reason she left.

But maybe you were the reason she came back as well. You could recall something Jean had told you a day before she came home.

"Why did you come back? You needed to do something?"

She looked back at you again. "I've just done it," she said.

Before you could process her words, she was leaning closer to you. Her lips were so close to brushing yours but she paused before they could fully touch. "Can I?" she whispered.

"You don't even have to ask."

When she kissed you, you felt everything. Her feelings, your feelings. The world was minuscule compared to you two. Anything else meant nothing at that moment.

It was the first time in a long time that you felt fully complete. You were a puzzle and she was the missing piece. It was like before, only this time, you knew for sure what you wanted.

Pulling away, you managed an, "I love you too, Mikasa."

There were no other words that would feel so good to finally say out loud.

Everything was clear. You understood.

Now more than ever, you wanted to be with her.

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Chapter nineteen: “The Long-Awaited Date”

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Thirty minutes later Bokuto sent you a message saying that he had already arrived at the hotel to pick you up. Emiko jumped off her bed with a big smile on her lips. When you told her about your date, she was too happy for you. Her plan had finally come to an end.

“Have a lot of fun, y/n!” she said as she walked you to the exit. “Don't worry, I'll keep Tendou busy while you're on your date. Do not be late!”

Emiko hugged you and you walked out the door to meet a nervous Bokuto, who had a bunch of broken flowers in his hand. Seeing you, his face flushed, and looking down he handed you the flowers.

“Thank you... They are beautiful, but what happened to them?” you said with a small smile, taking his gift with both hands.

Bokuto laughed as he remembered what had happened. Then he began to explain the situation to you while walking towards a destination unknown to you.

“It's really a funny story,” he laughed. “There is a flower shop on the corner of my house, I bought some that seemed very nice, as you can see. But when I was walking towards your hotel, I noticed that there was a bee inside them! I got so scared that the flowers fell to the ground, and someone accidentally stepped on them.”

Koutarou let a laugh out of his mouth. Hearing him laugh, you did too. By laughing, the uncomfortable atmosphere had already vanished, the conversation was much more fluid, and there were no more silences that could cause more discomfort.

After fifteen minutes of walking, Bokuto stopped and pointed to your left, indicating that you had already reached your destination. Looking where he had pointed, you found a large building. A sign at the entrance indicated that you arrived at ‘Fukurodani Academy'. It was the school where Koutarou went.

“Don't tell me we're going to play volleyball. I didn't bring suitable clothes to do it!”

Bokuto laughed once more, shaking his head; and with great courage, he took your hand to start leading you into the school.

It was not yet night, it was almost six in the afternoon so the sun was still in the sky. The school was quite bright, but there was no one on the grounds. Which scared you a bit, maybe you were trespassing. Like, you were doing illegal things. Forbidden things!

'I don't want to go to jail! I am very young!' you thought looking back and forth looking for the blue and red lights, which would indicate that the police were nearby. But despite frantically searching, no one was there besides you and Bokuto.

Koutarou was ahead of you, guiding you through the entire school until you reached the gym. He turned to see you and noticed your scared face.

“Are we trespassing?” you asked. “Look Bokuto, I like you, but I don't want to go to jail. I'm barely seventeen years old!”

“Oh y/n, sorry. I should have told you before” he said releasing your hand and opening the gym door. “They let us come to train whenever we want, that's why we were able to enter. The police won't come to take us, I promise.”

Once inside the gym, a bit calmer, you saw a table in the middle of it, with two chairs next to it. On the table were two plates of food, and also a large pink cake.

The two of you walked to the middle of the court and sat on the chairs.

“I didn't know you were so romantic, Koutarou.” Just like the other time, Bokuto blushed when he heard his name come out of your mouth. Then you looked at what was on the plates: a large portion of your favorite food. “How did you know that this is what I like the most?”

“Emiko told me... Well I asked her actually” he said pouring water into a glass, and then he served you too. “And with the romantic thing, I don't think so. Akaashi, and the whole team as well, helped me do this. I also made this strawberry cake! It's not going to be as delicious as the one you made the other day, but give it a try!”

You blushed. You were flattered that not only had he done all this for you, but that he had also filled out your recipe, and tried to recreate it to surprise you.

Dinner flowed smoothly, the two of you laughing the entire time, talking about everything but volleyball. Just as you promised.

After finishing the meal, Bokuto cut the strawberry cake that he had made. To tell the truth, it was horrible. Raw on the inside and burned on the outside, your stomach wanted to vomit. But instead of spitting it out and expressing how disgusting it was, you decided it was better to try really hard to swallow the piece of cake and encourage him to keep practicing so that you could improve; even if you could tell that the kitchen wasn't Bokuto's strongest field.

It was getting late now, and the moon was already looming in the sky. It was time to go back to the hotel.

Of course, Bokuto accompanied you to where you were staying. Upon reaching the entrance, Koutarou took your hand and turned you around so you could see him.

“So, I guess this is the goodbye…” he said with a little blush, but with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

“Yep” you didn't know what to say to him. You didn't want to leave yet, these days hadn't been enough to really get to know him.

“I…” “I think…”

You both said at the same time.

“You first,” you said quickly. You needed a little more time before you could say something that comes from your heart.

“Okay… I know we don't know each other very well, but I do know that I want to. I want to know you even more, ” Bokuto began, looking down more and more. All the courage he had inside him had been exhausted by taking you by the hand twice already. “Maybe I could come to visit Miyagi in a few weeks, or you can come here again, you can stay at my place! Only if you want, of course.”

Now you were the one blushing. Energy went through your body. You have never felt something like this before.

“Seems right to me. You can also stay at my house if you come during the weekend. You might not know this, but I live inside the school from Monday to Friday” you said and Bokuto raised his head. “I think I should go now. Thanks for everything, Bokuto, I've had a great time.”

Bokuto said goodbye to you and finally released your hand. Which caused a weird reaction in your body, you didn't know what it was, but you wanted his hand to be close to yours again.

“Koutarou, wait!” you yelled at him before entering the hotel, and when you came running to where he was, your arms wrapped around his neck. “Maybe we are both the losers of the Nationals, but we won something much more important than a stupid trophy.”

And when the two of you broke the hug, you planted a big kiss on his cheek; then quickly returned to the lobby.

'I shouldn't have done that' you thought as you passed the doorway.

“That was the cheesiest thing I've ever seen in my life,” said a voice that came from next to you.

Turning your head you found Tendou, watching you with crossed arms.

Now your worst nightmare had come true: Satori found out that you went on a date with Bokuto.

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I Like Me Better | 07 - The Housewarming

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Synopsis: You’ve just moved into a new apartment with your best friend Yangyang, but you’re immediately faced with a problem: your incredibly noisy upstairs neighbour Xiao Dejun, or to friends, Xiaojun. You spend the first few weeks of your acquaintance hating his guts, but after a sincere apology and a fascinating revelation about his passions and motivations you slowly begin to see past his cold exterior to discover the real him. What will happen as you get closer to this troubled boy and how will those closest to you react?

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You downed the rest of your drink as you sat on the sofa, watching your friends completing a series of ridiculous dares, including your brother giving an embarrassed looking Winwin a less than scintillating lapdance. You sighed as the deliberately loud music pounded in your head, looking down at your phone. As much fun as you were having, your mind kept drifting to Kun and how he still wasn’t here. It wasn’t that you were overly attached to him, but you’d known him for a long time and he’d been so supportive in helping you find the apartment and with the whole moving process, so celebrating without him there felt somewhat hollow. You also didn’t want him overworking himself. He was incredibly passionate about his work and you knew how much he loved it but sometimes he stayed through the night working and you worried about him. Part of you was also a little mad he was prioritising work over you, but that could be forgiven, eventually. Hopefully he’d be done with work soon and save you from your brother who was now twerking per request of Yangyang who seemed to be thoroughly enjoying Jungwoo’s incredibly embarrassing display of dance skills.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard your brother yelling your name as the next person to do a truth or dare. “Huh?” you questioned, not yet realising you had been chosen to have a turn. “Come on y/n, stop looking so miserable! Truth or dare?” yelled Renjun, giggling next to your brother. Miserable huh? You’d show them. “Hmm, truth!” you declared, feeling a little bolder as the drink you’d just downed started to kick in. Truth was always the riskier option with these guys because they had the uncanny ability of being able to tease you about just about anything, whereas their dares were generally quite tame. “Hmm…” Jungwoo made a show of thinking about his question. “Would you, or would you not, hook up with your neighbour upstairs?” he said with a smirk. Your eyes widened at his question. The absolute cheek of your brother. “What?! Dejun? Why would I want to do that?!” You squeaked. Even though he was relatively attractive, the thought had never crossed your mind, you choosing rather to be preoccupied with holding a grudge against him for his loud music that kept you awake most nights. “You did say he was sort of handsome…” Winwin piped up. You snapped your head to look at him with a scowl. “So? He’s still an asshole,” you said. “You don’t like bad boys then?” Jungwoo said, a smug look plastered across his face. You raised an eyebrow. What kind of question was that? “I don’t know? It’s not like I have a type! Anyway, we agreed – no follow-up questions!” you said, very much done with the topic. “Haha, fiiiine, whatever, now your turn” your brother said, thankfully not pushing you on the matter. “Okay… Winwin…”

You continued on playing the game for a while longer before the group dispersed and you found yourself nonchalantly clearing away various bottles and cans that had been left lying around. You were brushing a can off of a table into your trash bag at the back of the lounge as Yangyang popped up over the back of the couch, clearly about to say something, when you heard shuffling out in the corridor. You had left the front door open for any late arrivals, that mainly consisting of Kun, so you could occasionally hear movement from out in the stairwell down your hall. Since you had had perhaps one too many drinks, your mind instantly went to your absent friend. “Kun!” you exclaimed, rushing towards the door, leaving Yangyang to slouch back down on the couch, the terrible joke he was about to spring on you left unsaid.

You got to the door, trash bag still in hand, only to find three young men arriving on your landing. “Kun?” you called out, before realising the three men were not your dear friend. They looked at you in surprise as you burst through the open door having expected to only find one handsome young man. As you looked them over left to right, you realised one of them was Lucas, the friend of your rude upstairs neighbour, along with two other men you hadn’t seen before. “Oh” you said, disappointed that yet again it wasn’t Kun at your door. Lucas smirked as he saw you emerge into the stairwell. “Sorry… I thought you were someone else” you said, blush rising in your cheeks. “Haha well sorry to disappoint you” Lucas said with a cheeky smile. “Y/n right?” You gulped, nervous to actually talk to Lucas in person for the first time, despite the alcohol in your system. “Uhh yeah! And you would be Lucas?” He nodded. “You having a party or something? “Uh yeah, just a little housewarming thing… You’re going to see Dejun?” you asked. You mentally facepalmed. ‘Why else would they be here?!’ you thought. “Mhm” Lucas hummed in affirmation, nodding. Then he looked at toward the man on his left, who was looking back at him with a curious smirk. “Oh, this is Ten and Hendery” he said gesturing to the men either side of him. “We’re all friends with Dejun,” he explained. “O-oh, nice to meet you, I’m y/n, me and my friend just moved in a couple of weeks ago” you said, shifting on the spot, not noticing the footsteps steadily making their way up the stairs towards you. “So you’re the neighbour we’ve heard so much about?” said the boy to the right of him, apparently called Hendery. “You have?” you questioned, bewildered as to what they might know about you. Clearly those boys had been gossipping, not unlike yourself. You were somewhat saved however, as the person you had been waiting for appeared on your landing.

As Hendery opened his mouth to say something, you noticed your friend as he drew closer to you and your face lit up, excited and thankful he was here. “Kun!” “Hey cute stuff,” Kun smiled softly walking towards you, affectionately wrapping one arm around you before turning to face the three men on your landing. “And who might this be?” he said calmly, smiling at the boys. “Hey” you started, smiling up at him, then turning to the three mysterious men on the landing. “This is Lucas, Ten and Hendery, they’re all friends with Dejun, the neighbour upstairs”. “Ah, cool, pleased to meet you, I’m Kun” he said pleasantly, but almost ingenuinely, you thought, stretching out his arm to shake all of their hands. After shaking hands, an almost awkward silence ensued, and not being comfortable with such instances, you stirred the courage to speak up again. “Well, we should probably get back to the party, everyone’s been waiting for you Kun…” “Ah sure,” he said, giving your shoulder a squeeze. Awkward tension seemed to arise as you waited for a response from the surprisingly attractive group of men gathered on your landing. “Sure, well have a good night y/n” Lucas spoke, alleviating the silence and giving you a nod, before shifting slightly, signalling to the others it was time to move on. “Uhuh. You too,” you hummed as they turned to make their way up the next flight of stairs to Dejun’s flat.

When they were almost out of sight, Kun’s arm fell from your shoulder to his side as you turned to face him. “You’re late” you said half teasingly, half genuinely irritated, giving him a pouty look. “I know I’m sorry…” he said, pouting back at you. “Work things, you know…” You nodded in understanding. You were a little annoyed, but Kun’s work was important so you found it in yourself to let it go. “Shall we?” Kun continued, holding his hand out as to usher you back inside your apartment. You smiled brightly, glad he was finally here and made your way back into your apartment. “Interesting friends…” he uttered as you led him through the entrance corridor to your party. You shrugged stopping in your tracks to turn behind to look at him. “Oh, I just met them. Actually I thought they were you when I heard them coming up the stairs, I mean, that’s why I went to the door…” you admitted. Kun looked at you and chuckled affectionately. “Well, you were close, I’m here now” he said. “You are,” you said, grinning before taking Kun’s hands in yours and dragging him towards the open area between your living room and kitchen where most of the party seemed to be happening.

“HEY GUYS!! KUN’S HERE!”

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Sly like a...? Part 9

[Master list] [Sly Master List] Beta: n/a (at the moment) Rating: All Pairing: Hybrid!BTS x FailedHybrid!Reader Genre: Hybrid au, fluff, action, adventure, angst, drama, slice of life. Some marked chapters will contain mature/smut scenes, BUT they will not have plot in those scenes and are 100% skippable without losing your place in the story. Words: 1.5k

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Tonight you had decided to ask Hoseok what he wanted to eat for dinner. A quick knock on his always-open door and a peek inside showed him sitting on his bed. With his arms wrapped around his legs and his chin resting on his knees he looked young. He was staring forlornly at the wall, perhaps you thought he was feeling a little homesick. The city was much different from what he was used to.

“Hoseok, hey?” You sat beside him the scent of fresh pine on his warm-toned skin. Waving your hand within his line of sight in an effort to gain his attention. The deer blinked, giving you a bright smile and a cheery laugh.

“Sorry, I was lost in thought?” He straightened out his legs. You patted the soft comforter in front of you.

“Shuffle your butt over here,” you spoke softly. He continued to face the wall and shuffled over, you pulled him to lay back against you, “Are you feeling homesick honey?”

“Yeah, I guess I miss nature. It’s just, it’s so bare” he muttered looking around his room, a desk with a laptop, a bed, and bedside tables he sniffed wiping his eyes on his sleeve. “I miss it.”

“How about we get you some plants as many as you want, to fill the room, if you really want we can tear up the carpet and lay down grass instead,” Hoseok laughed as you described a tall plant by his desk flowers on his bedside tables and hanging pots from the ceiling. “You can call them, that’s why I got you this,”

He nodded taking the phone you held out to him, he dialed a number and placed it to his ear. “Hello?”

“Hello my sister,” he said, relaxing as he heard the familiar voice.

“Hobi!” She called through the phone, which seemed to cause a commotion on the other end of the phone as many voices could be heard, “what is it like in the city? Are they treating you nicely? Have you been eating?”

“It’s really nice and everyone is so fun and nice and we eat lots of food together,” he cheered. The family was talking happily and you grinned scratching Hoseok's head happily laughing with him.

“We are going to decorate his room with plants,” you assured his family that he was being treated well, “oh! tonight is your choice for dinner so what would you like?”

“Unnie, Hobi likes Japchae and meat,” his sister giggled over the phone and you leaned around Hoseok and grinned.

“What you think Hobi-ah? Sounds good?” You used their nickname teasingly but in hopes, he would feel more at home and at ease around you.

“Mm, Hobi wants japchae!” He said cutely, making you laugh, you gently pushed his firm and warm body until he was sitting up enough to slip out from behind him.

“Alright, you keep talking I will round up Jin and Yoongi and we will get to work cooking,” bidding your goodbyes to Hoseok’s family, you headed out to the kitchen. Yoongi was tying up his apron and Jin was playing video games with the youngest of the group.

You decided against asking Jin as he seemed truly engrossed in playing his video games. Sorting out ingredients and finding a recipe Yoongi and yourself shuffled around the kitchen. There were moments where you reached over where he was cutting vegetables and your shoulders would brushed and just for a second you would hear a small purr.

Jin lost to Jungkook and pouted, scuffing his slippers as he entered the kitchen, “Ya! The game likes Jungkook better!” He whined, with a grin on your face you pulled him into a hug. Arms wrapping around his tiny waist as you buried your face in the soft sweater he was wearing, it smelt sweet like figs and his ears twitched.

“I am just happy you tried your best,” you praised him, as you felt the vibrating chittering in his chest almost like a purr but more like a rattle. He nuzzled your hair breathing in your scent. You got him to join in with the cooking. Your instructions interrupted by Taehyung who was complaining about being hungry.

Sliding between the two hybrids to get past, you got some ingredients from the fridge. You sat at the breakfast bar mixing the ingredients in a big metal bowl. Taehyung had been your neighbor for at least five years now and you knew his favorite foods.

“Try this and tell me how it is?” you held a ball of rice out in a plastic gloved hand and he leaned in eating it. His eyes lighting up. He gave a deep mmh-mm of approval and his tail was smacking Jungkook in the thigh, the young boy looking at the offending appendage and swatted it away.

“Me too, noona” He smiled pointing to his mouth and you popped one of the Jumeokbap onto his tongue. He chewed it happily his cheeks puffed full, a purr filling the room loudly. You turned to Jin offering him a taste, he praised it with a thumbs up.

Carrying the bowl around to Yoongi you smiled, “You want to try one Yoongi?” He didn’t reply but leaned his head towards you eyes on the food mouth opened.

He let you put one in his mouth, and you pressed your ear to Yoongi’s shoulder, his purrs were definitely the quietest out of all the felines in the house, they were ones that vibrated deeply in his chest but didn’t make too much noise unless it was really quiet and you listened intently.

“I smell tuna!” Jimin grinned bounding over his long legs barely touched the ground and he smiled, “Me love, one for me”

You were trying to roll one but he had started rubbing his face on your jaw and neck impatiently, as he purred sweetly, “I am making it as fast as I can,” the words barely came out through your giggles his soft hair tickling your neck, his ears twitching at the sound.

“Here try this one,” he leaned in wrapping his mouth around the rice ball his eyes never leaving yours. “Is it good?”

“Mm very good” he hummed standing behind you his hands wrapped around your waist as you made one for Namjoon. He held out his hand and ate it, nodding before awkwardly shuffling around waiting for the food to finish. Hoseok exited his room smiling brightly, it seemed the conversation with his family had eased his loneliness.

Namjoon at dinner was a little scary all he could see was food and his deep purrs were so loud that it almost sounded like thunder rumbling outside. You brought up the question at dinner and watched them all choke on their food.

“It is only natural, I am just wondering when and if you know your rut schedule so I can put it on the calendar and if you need any assistance during this time we can look for a suitable companion or items that can relief your needs.”

Jungkook was bright red and Jimin thought honestly, “I don’t need assistance but if when I am not in my room we could cuddle,”

“I also do not require assitance I will just be in my room,” Namjoon said with a small reassuring smile.

“I have never had a rut,” Jungkook said his cheeks never losing their rosey colour, “They gave us a hormone blocker every six months so we would behave, we just got really annoyed”

You nodded they all seemed to agree that they would be fine on their own in their room but you thought you would look into somethings as a fail safe. After your goodnights to each of the boys giving them a sweet kiss on their foreheads, you sat on Jungkook’s bed and told him more of the stories of the fox.

“In Korean legends, the Kumiho is often described as a terrifying and sad creature that strives to become a real human. It is said that a Kumiho can turn into a real human by eating 100 human livers or by marrying a human and living with them for 100 days without their true identity being discovered. There are many more theories on how they came to be but they…”

Once everyone was tucked in, you spent the night in the lounge. Searching the web for eligible companions and items that could assist the seven young men. You hoped they were all settling in nicely. A figure appeared in the hall, ringing his tail in his hands, you gave a soft smile, surprised as the figure came closer.

It wasn’t Jimin as you had first thought, it was Jungkook, you walked him back to bed and he whispered, “I am nervous what if I do something bad during my rut?”

“I know your true nature Jungkook, I know you don’t want to hurt any of the boys or even myself and when the rut passes well then you will be back to the old Koo we know and love.”

“Can you sleep in my room tonight?” He said and seeing your apprehension he added, “Just until I fall asleep?”

“Alright just until you fall asleep.” Not knowing how exhausted you were and how the bed was so soft and enticing. You had fallen asleep almost instantly, letting Jungkook pull you into his arms and nuzzle your shoulder.

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