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justimajin · 4 years

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It’s a Reverse Basket ◍ Part 8

⇝ Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

⇝ Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst

↳ Basketball AU, Crossdressing AU

⇝ Words: 4.6k

⇝ Summary: Basketball is your everything; your passion for it running deep and wanting nothing more then to play the sport. Problem is, the sport isn’t offered competitively to girls and with that, all your hopes immediately fizzle away… …but who ever said that was going to stop you?

⇝ Warnings: pg13 (please check out the disclaimer on the first part); this part will specifically revolve around Y/N trying to hide her secret of being a girl (pls do not read if you are uncomfortable)

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⇝ Previous Parts: Moodboard Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

⇝ Next Update: Tuesday, May 5

The metallic sound steadily resonates through the room, various individuals dressed in satin jersey’s navigating themselves amongst one another. A man keenly watches past his framed glasses, arms crossed just below the whistle that is hung around the collar of his shirt.

Once he’s satisfied with the results, the whistle is grasped between his fingers. He smiles when all the attention shifts over to him.

“Good work everyone, you can take a break now.”

The room plunges into exhausted sighs and grateful groans, many opting out to either plop onto the benches or simply collapse down where they were originally standing. The view makes Namjoon lightly chuckle, grabbing his clipboard to mark down everyone’s progress in the meantime.

Harsh gasps are let out as you try to catch your breath again, a trail of sweat lining your temples and the energy having been long depleted from your wobbly legs. Your eyes trace around to see Taehyung lying down on the cool ground to lower his risen temperature, Jungkook curling up into a ball near him and staring into empty space. Hoseok runs over to the nearby water fountain stationed outside of the gym, and Jimin–

You nibble down on your lower lip.

Is probably doing something on his own…you naturally assume…...

A sigh slips through the seams of your lips and you scrunch up your eyes, planting your face within your palms when bits and pieces of the ill memory start to bombard you. Ever since that day, you and Jimin haven’t had the opportunity to speak to one another. In a way, you’re filled with some regrets, knowing you should have at least given one judicious glance at the door to ensure it was locked.

You steal occasional glances at him when he converses with Taehyung within your group, a sweet smile on his lips that makes you wonder what was brewing around in his mind at the sole thought of you. From the short time you’ve known him, you deduced that Jimin is incredibly warm and kind – characteristics you’re hoping will deter him away from saying anything.

You’re hoping.

The whistle is blown again and this time Yoongi joins you, earning a collective groan from his fellow members that causes his smirk to grow even more.

“Well, nice to see all of you too.” He devilishly laughs, “Since Namjoon’s already gotten you warmed up, we’re going to be splitting you all up into pairs and have you play one on one. I’ll be coming around to judge and we’ll work towards areas of improvement. Understood?”

He’s given a unison ‘Yes Sir’ and with a nod, he begins to pace around and number off pairs. He makes his way through your group, swiftly reaching you.

“Alright Y/N, you’ll be with….” He squints his eyes, vision whirling among your friends until he lands on a certain someone you’re not very enthusiastic about being paired with, “Ji–“

Yoongi pauses when he catches sight of you, the layer of discomfort overtaking your features being far too obvious to his canny eyes. He doesn’t let the silence draw out, immediately resuming to finishing off his sentence.

“Hoseok.”

Surprise sparks in you but Yoongi goes on to continue pairing individuals together, eyes flickering for a brief moment until Hoseok appears beside you.

“Just a fyi, I’m half asleep right now so please go easy on me.” He whispers, a laugh instantly bubbling out of you at how his puffy eyes and swollen cheeks are extremely obvious. His usually neat brown locks have been incredibly ruffled as well, one piece sticking out from the rest that further doesn’t aid in subsiding your laughter.

When Yoongi shoots a sharp look in your direction, you’re hushed down by Hoseok immediately and your voice pipes down. Leaning down to grab onto the basketball, you direct yourself to stand a couple metres away from Hoseok. The hoop is directly behind him and with a smile, you gesture over to it.

“I haven’t played a game with you yet.”

Hoseok blinks, as if he was too dazed to notice anything at first, “Right, right!” He lines up his feet apart, hands outstretched as he faintly smirks.

“Let’s see who’ll win this game then.”

The basketball is thrown into the air and both of you immediately lunge for it. Hoseok ends up being the luckier one when the ball slams in his direction, his legs hurriedly speeding up to get away from you being right on his tail. The ball heads for the basket and plunges in, causing him to break out into dance from the victory as you giggle.

“I thought you said to go easy on you.” Hoseok chuckles, eyes crinkling and mouth forming a heart shape.

“I think all that sprinting just woke me up.” You share a laugh at that, coming together at the centre. The ball gets thrown into the air again, this time your speed being faster than Hoseok’s. You quickly avoid him with your dribbling, looping underneath his outstretched hands and scampering away.

It takes you about fifty seconds to realize how ridiculously fast Hoseok is, avoiding his blockages proving to be a stingy challenge when you’re heaving and running short of breath. It then takes about seventy seconds for you to continue evading all his attacks until the hoop is in sight, a clear shot being above your eyes when your grip on it loosens.

The ball drops into the hoop, a beaming grin on your lips.

“Good one.” Hoseok whispers, catching his breath and then raising his hand for you to high five. You smile as you dribble the basketball, both you and Hoseok craving a second to recollect yourselves.

Another ball rolls over, lightly tapping against your feet and you glance down, a frown setting on your features. That’s when a greyish head of hair comes racing forward, eyes eager to retrieve his missing basketball.

But his expression morphs into surprise when he sees where it ended up.

With a sheepish smile, he leans down to quickly snatch it. You stiffen, frozen in place at the small hint of eye contact before he’s soon racing off.

“Hey, something wrong?” You turn when Hoseok cautiously walks over, having retained his normal breathing but brows scrunched at your expression.

“H-Huh?” You mutter, attempting to collect yourself and paint a neutral face, failing miserably when Hoseok observes his roommate dashing away from you.

“Jimin…?” He whispers, wondering why the usually friendly boy didn’t stay longer and at least say something to you before disappearing so abruptly, “...did something happen?”

“Uh….” You’re left at a loss of words when you become unsure of how to tell Hoseok. So instead, you opt out for a general reason to ease the tension-filled air, “Well yeah….we recently haven’t talked to each other much….”

Hoseok’s eyes widen “With Jimin?” You nod and he scoffs, shaking his head in dissatisfaction. “That’s strange. The two of you are usually so close.”

You can only hum along, recalling the events prior to practice.

Hoseok’s eyes suddenly light up. “What if you came over?”

You look up surprised at Hoseok’s suggestion, the wheels in his mind churning, “He can’t avoid you that way and you guys can sit down and just talk it out. What do you say?”

“Oh, um….” You bite your lip, wondering if you should really confront Jimin about the situation in such a way. It seems so invasive, like you’re putting him on the spot and giving him no space to back away.

But the problem isn’t so much that Jimin and you haven’t had the chance to speak, it’s more that he hasn’t said anything. At this point, you would have assumed that he would give you some sort of response as to what he was going to do with the new profound knowledge, but it seems that so far he’s given you no clear answer on the matter.

“Alright.” You say, looking over in Hoseok’s direction. He smiles, nodding in reassurance before he raises his hands up again.

“Come on, I still need to beat you!”

You laugh as you dribble the ball, being grateful that he was able to ease some of your worries for the time being.

***

A rattle sounds when your hand comes into contact with the door, a heavy exhale escaping you when your feet begin to pad left and right. When your hand falls down, your fingers tap against your jeans in a furious beat, heartbeat escalating higher and higher by the minute.

The door opens, Hoseok greeting you with a sunny smile, practically beaming and pushing the door aside for you to come in.

“It probably wasn’t difficult to find the place, right?” He chirps, already knowing how close your dorms were but more trying to calm the stilled expression you hold.

It seems to work, a light chuckle leaving you and Hoseok instantly grins, shutting the door and gesturing for you to follow him. You take a moment to look around the place, having been so accustomed to the homey dorm you’ve occupied for a while as well as the two friends that share it with you.

You’re alarmed to find it being squeaky clean, having such an aesthetic and cozy feel to it that makes you wonder why your own dorm can’t look like this.

When you face Hoseok, he’s already smiling, “You like it?” You laugh when you realize he’s been noticing your expressions before you do again, the blooming laughter immediately cutting down into silence when his roommate enters.

For a moment, you wish Hoseok didn’t have to leave when he whispers that he’ll be in his room, sneaking away before you can even muster a string of words. With a sigh, you swallow down the lump in your throat and give your best attempt to smile at Jimin.

“Follow me.” He simply mutters, leading you into his room and shutting the door, far from Hoseok’s ears. When he swivels around to face you, you easily see the restlessness from how he fiddles with his sleeves, staring at the ground.

Knowing that it’s a lot to take in, you decide it's better if you explain yourself first, “I-I know it’s hard…knowing this about me.”

Jimin’s eyes perk up, suddenly intrigued. You quickly clear your throat, “I couldn’t tell anyone and then Taehyung nearly found out…” You sigh, your train of thought disappearing and scattering all over the place, “I wanted to play basketball, so that’s why I hide it from all of you…”

You stare into his eyes, hoping that at this point he’ll say something. Anything, really. A sole indication of what his thoughts are about the whole ordeal.

“It must have been hard…”

He says it so faintly but you grasp onto it instantly, head immediately nodding. “It has, I can’t even begin to tell you how insane it’s been.”

You lightly chuckle, remembering countless instances when you thought your secret of being a girl had been compromised but having managed to escape it right in time.

“Look Y/N,” Jimin begins, appearing sincere, “I understand. It’s really difficult, and you’re so determined about basketball...”

“I am.” You instantly agree, happy he was seeing eye to eye with you.

“–but I don’t think you should be hiding something like this. It can happen to anyone.”

“It is, I–“ You freeze, words cutting off as Jimin still fiddles with his sleeves.

Huh?

“You shouldn’t be worried.” Jimin reaches out to hold your hand like he’s offended you, the whole interaction drawing more confusion out of you, “I don’t even think Namjoon or Yoongi will care, they just want to make sure you’re in good shape so it’s not difficult during games.”

No words are prepared to leave you, your mind not making the connection at all. Deciding that there’s more to the story that you would have thought, you blurt out the question.

“W-What are you talking about?” You let go of his hands and Jimin frowns.

“When I came into your room and you were getting dressed…you didn’t want me to see your abs, right?”

Your mind goes blank. Your hands drop down. And you simply stare.

You stare until you realize he’s being serious.

That’s when your head falls, lips pressing tightly against each other to seal off the uncontrollable laughter threatening to spill out from you.

“It’s okay, it’s okay!” Jimin quickly hushes you down as he draws closer, “It takes a lot of time building them, and I’m sure yours look great Y/N!”

You cough, attempting to clear your airway when stopping the laughter seems impossible. Straightening yourself up, it almost feels as if a giant weight has been lifted off of your shoulders.

You grin, “Thank you Jimin, thank you so much.”

“Huh?” He questions, brows furrowing and gaze confused, “Does this mean you’re not mad I saw?”

You shake your head, “Don’t worry, when I finally get my abs you’ll be the first one to know.”

Jimin widely smiles, eyes crinkling in the process. A light knock resonates against his door, Hoseok peeking out from the frame curiously.

“I heard laughter. Did you guys make up?” Both you and Jimin laugh at that, causing Hoseok to beam as he fully opens up the door.

He plants his arms around you two and smiles, “See! Talking it out makes everything better!”

You smile at him, mind finally relaxing after the realization hit you. The entire way here you couldn’t stop thinking about how this whole encounter would have unravelled. You do have to say though, finding out Jimin was avoiding you because he was worried he saw your premature abs was the icing to the cake you didn’t know you were going to receive.

After bidding farewell to Hoseok and Jimin, giving a special grateful thank you to Hoseok for convincing you to talk to Jimin, you stroll over to your dorm and jam your keys into the lock. Shutting the door behind you, you smile at Jungkook being glued to the tv, hands occupied with a controller as Taehyung snores away on the couch, appearing very exhausted. Heading over to the kitchen, you rummage around for something to eat, all of the tension vanishing from your body allowing you to pay attention to some of your other needs.

As you peer into the fridge, you can’t help but be overwhelmed with how much things worked out, both situations with Taehyung and Jimin having your secret remaining hidden and intact. That means the only person who does know now is Yoongi.

You pause, hands frozen in the process of clutching onto a milk carton. Slowly lifting it, your brows furrow and your lips pursue when memories of trying to hide your secret from Taehyung arise and finally dawn upon you.

The only person that knows is Yoongi.

***

The tone on the other line rings for a couple seconds, your foot tapping repeatedly tapping against the fine carpet. A hand rests on your waist, not a moment soon before the ringing goes straight to voicemail, an empty sigh escaping you.

Your phone is placed onto your table, footsteps walking back and forth in the room as your mind remains clouded and you breathing quickens. You pause, letting out another sigh as your fingertips glide against the surface of your doorknob.

A sharp sound disrupts your thoughts, causing you to practically whirl around and immediately lunge for the vibrating phone. Pressing it firm against your ear, your voice shakes when you answer.

“H-Hello?” You hear movement from the other side, as if the person was rummaging around.

“Y/N?” Her voice breaks through and your eyes flutter shut, a relieved sigh leaving your lips.

She chuckles, “Needed to call that badly, huh?”

“You have no idea.” You briefly smile but it disappears when you remember why you called in the first place, the spew of events sitting right on the tip of your tongue, “I have to tell you something…– well, a lot of things actually…”

You hear static sounds ringing through before the line goes quiet, Hyerin chiming right after.

“Lay it on me sister!” You laugh at that, unloading everything that had conspired.

You tell her everything - from how the situation got difficult with Taehyung, your mind drawing completely blank at what to do. How you unexpectedly encountered Yoongi after that, thinking you had two problems at hand when he had confessed to you that he knew about your secret this entire time. Then to how things unravelled further with Jimin, the situation becoming so incredibly daunting at that point but how you had managed to fix things thanks to Hoseok’s help.

“Woah, woah, WOAH!” Hyerin stops you when you’re near the end, the high frequency of her tone already hinting to you that the words stumbling out your lips weren’t settling down well for her. “Taehyung doesn’t know, right?”

You hum, and she continues on like she’s taking a tally, “And your captain, this Yoongi guy or whatever his name is, he got to you in time before Taehyung could figure out anything?”

“Exactly, but that’s when he told me he knows.”

“….so your captain knows that you’re disguising yourself as a guy?”

You hum once again to confirm, but then Hyerin asks you something that leaves you puzzled.

“How did your captain even find out?”

“That was because of–“ You pursue your lips, eyes fluctuating when there’s no piece of memory you can recall.

“I-I…actually don’t know….”

“You don’t know?” Hyerin deeply sighs, almost mimicking your inner frustration, “Damn Y/N, this turning to be really messy. And here I thought you were calling because Jungkook killed another bug on Taehyung again.”

You smile and she continues, “Now how did Jimin come into this? How did he find out?”

“Uh…well…” Your voice grows more and more timid, “I was changing my clothes and uh…he happened to, you know, see me…”

The line goes silent for a second, right before Hyerin is nearly screaming into the phone.

“HE WHAT?!?” Her voice rings high and loud, causing you to bring a hand to your damaged ear, “I can’t believe this– where is this jerk, tell where he is right now!”

“It’s okay!” You squeak, “He doesn’t know because of a misunderstanding that I cleared out!”

Hyerin groans, a sound coming through that makes you wonder if she just planted her hand against his face, “Okay so Moongi–“

“Yoongi.” You immediately correct.

“Right, right Yoongi. This guy knows about your real identity and you don’t know how, so has he said anything else to you about it?”

“He hasn’t…” You mutter, letting out an exhale, “I don't even know what to say to him.”

“Was this the same guy that couldn’t believe I was in your dorm? The one with the shaggy hair.”

“Oh no, that was Hoseok.” You clarify, “You actually haven’t met Yoongi…”

“Great. There’s a guy out there that knows your secret and I’ve never seen his face before.”

She scoffs on the other end and a smile tugs on the corner of your lips, “I guess all you can do at this point is just ask him.”

You don’t know how to explain to Hyerin that the problem really doesn’t arise with asking him, but more so actually trying to confront him.

“Uh, well–“

“Actually scratch that, when you bump into him again, ask him to follow you in some dark corner and then tie him up to a chair and integrate the hell out of him!”

You’re speechless when her words are packed with a punch, not enabling you differentiate if she was giving you advice to take seriously. “I-I…”

The silence is broken with Hyerin’s laughter, “I’m kidding!”

“Right…” You mumble, shaking your head with a snicker.

“It helped, no?” When you hum, she continues, “Alright, I suggest you just leave things be. If this Yoongi guy didn’t want Taehyung knowing, then I’m willing to bet he’s trying as hard as you to keep the secret under wraps.”

Your eyes perk up, “Really?”

“Yep.” She pops the last p, “I’m even predicting he knew you and Taehyung were at the gym which is why he showed up the first place.”

Your brows contort, confusion masking your features, “But why would he do something like that…?”

“I think I know why, but we’ll see.” Hyerin whispers the words so faintly that you can barely catch onto them, her voice suddenly spiking up as if to bury the past thoughts she’s let out, “For now, I don’t think you’re going to have much of a problem. But if something happens, I can be there in roughly half an hour by bus and with a bat after a quick trip to the supermarket.”

You smile, “That sounds quite reassuring.”

“I hope it is, the busses that go over to your high school kind of suck and the supermarket there is the sketchiest one I’ve ever seen.” She snickers and you chime in with a laugh, hearing a new voice come from her end of the line, “Argh, I have to get going but we’ll talk soon!”

With a simple goodbye, the phone call ends, and you sigh, placing it down on your table again. You’re no longer rapidly pacing around the room, no longer sucking in harsh breaths as your hand constantly glosses over your phone. With a faint smile, you get up and reach out for the doorknob, feeling lighter and lighter by the minute.

***

Your mouth opens to let out the yawn stifled down in your throat, eyes sleepily blinking as you head over to the gym. Upon entering, your eyes scan the room to see Jungkook and Taehyung playing a game against each other, Jimin and Jaebum watching them from afar. Jackson is over at Namjoon’s desk, seeming talking to him about something the latter doesn’t seem equally as enthusiastic about. Jinyoung and Hoseok are nowhere to be seen, presumably running late to practice.

When you draw closer however, a familiar set of keen eyes comes out with a basketball held tight in his hands. With his one word, the members are separating from one another, following his instructions and lining up.

With cautious steps, you join them and look up ahead as Yoongi mutters something, the words not properly registering to you when aside from the conversation from Hyerin, this is the first time the severity of the situation sinks in.

This entire time, he’s seen you as a girl in his eyes.

You suddenly become squrimish, trying to shake off the thought like you’ve just discovered a bug on you. You glance up when you hear him clear his throat, noticing that the rest of the members in your line up have long moved but you still remain in the same spot standing.

Hurriedly looking around, you sprint over to where the team has been divided in half, gearing up to play a game together. You resume the position you need to be in when Jungkook points you over, Namjoon blowing the whistle and commencing the game to begin.

It goes how it usually does – your team practices for a while and Namjoon watches for any mistakes, pointing out blind spots you’ve failed to consider. You have no issue with following his words, correcting yourself whenever you’re proven wrong, but eventually someone comes to stand beside him and that’s when you begin to falter.

You’re still focused, but there’s no mistaking the way you practically avoid his gaze, focusing on Namjoon’s words more and working your way around the game. You wonder if Yoongi has noticed, because he walks over to the other side and stands opposite from Namjoon rather than right beside him for the rest of the game.

Once practice is over, you let out a huge exhale that feels like it’s been trapped in your lungs for far too long. When everyone begins to pack up and head back to their dorms, you tell Taehyung and Jungkook that you’re going to grab some water and that they can go on without you. They do after some reluctancy, and you jog over to find the water fountain.

It takes you a moment after pacing around the gym hallways for a couple of moments, a smile arising when you finally locate it against a far wall. Immediately rushing over, all blood drains from your face when you get a clearer view of it and realize who exactly is standing next to it with his arms crossed.

There’s hope in you that he hasn’t seen you, which is why you attempt to submerge yourself behind one of the locker rows and decide to wait it out until he leaves.

He doesn’t leave.

You patiently wait, but as time keeps passing, Yoongi doesn’t budge and you begin to grow restless from your circumstance. Which is why you slowly attempt to move, taking a peek at the fountain only to discover that he’s gone.

“What are you doing?”

You nearly crash into the side of the locker, stumbling onto your feet and attempting to shrink your form. Yoongi wonders if you’re pretending you’re invisible, because when he cranes his head to get a better look of you, he already knows you’re doing a terrible job at it. “You know I can still see you, right?”

You slump down at that, hands clutching onto the locker and hauling yourself with a sigh. Your eyes dart over to him quickly before they land onto the ground, a simple acknowledgement as your teeth start digging into your bottom lip.

When Yoongi exhales, you briefly glance up to catch a look at his expression, only to discover the distraught that overtakes it. You frown, never having seen him make such a face when he suddenly turns to look back at you, causing your gaze to snap back to the ground.

“What team are you part of?”

There’s a cutting edge in his voice that causes you to shrink even more.

“B-Bangtan Sondeyeon….” You meekly mumble, perplexed with the abrupt question.

“And who is the captain of your team?”

“Um…y-you….”

“Good. You still remember.” You finally look up to make eye contact with him, but a part of you wishes you didn’t because he unexpectedly leans forward, voice dropping a tone, “And being a girl isn’t going to change any of that.”

Something sparkles in your eyes at that, widening when Yoongi knowingly smirks at you.

“I-I–“

“So can you stop avoiding me now?” There’s something sincere about the way he gazes at you, as if asking for your approval.

Guilt paints over your features when you also realize that he clearly picked up on what you were doing.

“I-I won’t….”

He hums, “And that you’ll act normally around me, just like I do around you?”

You nod, and he sighs, shoulders relaxing as he steps away from you. “Now stop panicking because of me already. I want to see my best player calm and back in shape for tomorrow’s practice.”

You nod again and Yoongi turns to leave, leaving you a bit frazzled by what just happened as you watch his form disappear. Walking over to the fountain, you stop mid-way, lips pursuing and eyes widening.

Best player…?!

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Childish Recovery

anonymous asked:

Can we have a joker (Jared Leto) x reader where J got hurt really bad during a mission reader got very worried. Like he been in a coma but woke up eventually. She took care of him even though he's acting very childish during his recovery. Fluff pls

literally I hate thinking of titles for imagines because like i want them to be edgy and angsty and meaningful and all that but usually it’s just a fuckin word pulled from the request i hate maself

warnings: fluff, swearing, childish ass joker

word count: 1,195

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You were sitting alone in the large, overly priced penthouse you and the Joker lived at. He was out on some mission with Frost and a few other henchmen. He wouldn’t tell you exactly what is was, but you knew it wasn’t something dangerous, so you didn’t mind too much.

He had left really early in the morning, so you hadn’t gotten to tell him goodbye. Waking up in a cold, empty bed was your least favorite thing. He did leave a red rose on your bedside table, a small note attached to it.

Good morning, kitten. Daddy will be home soon.

Much love, J

You smiled and went about your day, watching TV, eating so much you could hardly walk, the usual. It was about 5 pm now, and you were expecting J to walk in any minute. He had been gone a long time.

You continued flipping through channels, trying to find something other than the news, but something caught your attention; J’s distinctive purple Lamborghini. The entire front part of the vehicle had been ripped off, including the driver’s and passenger seat. It looked like it had been T-boned by an eighteen wheeler, which was now in the side of a building. You panicked, knowing that an accident like that was surely fatal.

The camera panned to helicopters flying through the air, their spotlights shining down onto the street where the wreck happened. The shiny exterior of J’s car that was now ripped into two shined, but nobody was seen in the car. He must have fled somehow.

Just as you stand to grab your phone and call Frost, he busts through the door with another henchman. They’re both carrying an unconscious Joker into your home. They lay him down onto the couch, and Frost is yelling something into his phone about a doctor. There was no way they could take him to the hospital, he would be thrown into Arkham in a heartbeat.

You rush over to J’s side and brush his disheveled hair out of his face. His eyes are closed, and his mouth is hanging slightly open. He’s breathing, but barely. His face and chest are covered with bruises and scrapes, but his limbs seem to be in tact, but that doesn’t take away from the possibility of some kind of life threatening internal bleeding. Tears swell in your eyes at the thought of losing him.

Someone barrels in through your front door, medical tools in hand and a few assistants trailing behind him. You assume this is the doctor Frost was talking about. You quickly move out of the way and let them work on your J.

You sit perched in front of the large fireplace, on the other side of the living room. Everyone is mumbling, so you can’t hear what’s going on with your boyfriend. You bite at your nails while the anxiety continues to flood through your system. Frost walks over to you and sits at your side.

“They think he’s in a coma. He hit his head pretty hard when we wrecked.”

You breath hitches in your throat at the word ‘coma’. What if he doesn’t ever wake up?

“He’s going to stay in the bedroom you two share, and you and I will have to look after him.”

You nod and Frost rubs your back. He stands to help the doctor and nurses carry J’s limp body to the bedroom. Trailing quickly behind, you say a quick prayer to the heavens, in hopes that someone will hear you and keep your J safe.

They lay J down onto the bed and remove his nice suit, now stained with blood. You go to his closet and pull out his favorite sweatpants. Frost helps you put them on him. The doctor attaches an IV to J’s right arm. The IV is to keep his vital signs up until he wakes up.

When the medical people have done their job, they give you and Frost a look of sympathy before heading out the door.

It’s been a week since the accident, and J has shown no signs of waking up. You spend your days sat in the bedroom with him, making sure every five minutes that he’s still breathing and checking his pulse like the doctor told you to do. You sleep beside him every night, curled up to his side. Frost checks on him every now and again. You still talk to him like he’s not in a coma, hoping that maybe your voice will reach him and wake him up.

One night, you were getting ready for bed. You quickly took a shower and threw your pajamas on, not wanting to leave J unattended for too long. You hopped into bed, and curled up next to him as usual. You sighed and shut your eyes, but sat straight up when you heard J mumble something. Hurriedly you turn on the lights and turn to face him.

“J?” You shake his shoulder and watch his mouth move and his eyes flutter. You hold your breath, waiting for him to open his eyes or say something again. He lets out a low groan as his eyes open just a bit. Your eyes widen as he smiles.

“Did I ever tell you how stunning you are?” He drawls. He reaches his right hand up to stroke your cheek, but stops when he notices the IV stuck in his arm. “What do we have here?” He begins to tug at it forcefully with his other hand.

“J don’t, let me.” You reach towards it to remove it for him, but he swats your hand away.

“I can do it myself.” He rips it loose from his arm, laughing when blood starts to squirt from the hole punctured in his vein from the needle.

“J!” You sprint to the bathroom and find the bandages. You grab his arm and wrap it up to stop the blood from getting everywhere. He’s still cackling as you walk him over to the bathtub to clean up. You begin to run the water, making sure it isn’t too hot or too cold. Just then, you see J out of the corner of your eye begin to pour an entire bottle of bath bubble solution into the water. Immediately, large bubbles begin to form in the tub and spill over the side and onto the floor.

You turn to face him, ready to shame him, but the only thing you see is his ass jiggling as he runs out of the bathroom, completely nude. You call out his name, chasing after him. You follow his laughs into the kitchen, once your foot passes over the threshold into the kitchen, you slip and bust your ass.

“What the fuck?!” You scream, seeing J stand above you with a bottle of cooking oil in hand. You try to stand, but to no avail, you fall right back onto your ass again. This just causes him to laugh even harder.

In that moment, you wish he was still in a coma. He’s way more peaceful that way.

wowza that’s a rude ending

not much fluff, but he was definitely being a childish bastard!

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What’s in France

Request: Hello! I have a request, how about reader is in love with newt, but she thinks newt loves leta(when they were in hogwarts)(and newt had been distant) which is why she lost contact with him after he got expelled. Angst!! They meet years later and turns out newt realised he loved reader when he lost her. Pls a happy ending! Im sorry if its too detailed, I'm just really excited about this one. Love u!

Word Count: 2,665

Pairing: Newt x reader

Requested by Anonymous

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Newt twists in his bed, kicking the sheets from his chest and running a hand over his face. The moonlight streaks illuminate the small clock hanging crooked on the room’s wall. 2:53. Groaning, he flips onto his stomach, coming face to face with a picture of you breaking into a shy smile.

The familiar tears prick his eyes as he watches it happen over and over, falling back asleep and into a restless dream of you smiling.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come? It’ll be fun. Come on, we can go to The Three Broomsticks and split a glass of butterbeer like we used to.”

“I have too much studying to do.”

You groan and fall onto the couch next to your friend. “Newt, we haven’t had time to hang out in ages.” You deepen your voice to sound like his. “It’s always ‘I’m studying’ or ‘I have to write notes.’ Why don’t you take one break to go with me?”

Newt tears his eyes from the book in front of him, smile forming on his lips. “I’m busy. I need to pass this next potions exam. We’ll go next month, I promise.”

“Newt.” You whine, drawing out his name until he raises his eyebrows at you in false annoyance.

“Fine. You win.”

You throw a fist into the air in celebration, letting out a loud yes that earns a glare from a nearby Ravenclaw. “I love you so much, Newt.”

His face flushes. “Anything for you.”

“Even maybe considering not inviting Leta?”

Newt drops his gaze.

“Fine, fine.” You raise your hands up in surrender. “I’ll take whatever victories I can get. If you want to bring you along the girl you fancy, go right ahead.” You hope he can’t detect the hard edge to the comment.

Newt’s look turns into a glare. “You know I don’t fancy her.”

“Yeah, sure.” You swallow the small lump in your throat. You can be okay with this if he’s happy. “You only always want her around and talk about how nicely she smells whenever someone mentions her name.”

“Because she does smell quite lovely.”

“See?”

Newt huffs. “That’s not the point, though.”

“Oh? Is it that you spend every second of your free time with her at your side?”

“She chooses to join me. I don’t always invite her.”

You wave a hand, trying to act nonchalant. “It’s fine, Newt. I can see how smitten you are. So long as you’re happy.”

Newt shakes his head again. “I’m not smitten with Leta. She’s a friend. That’s all.”

“Sure. Hey, it’s supposed to be cold out tomorrow when we walk. Do you think I could borrow one of your scarves?”

Newt chews on the end of his quill as he returns to his book. “The red one again?”

“That’d be lovely.”

He glances at you as you stand. “Do you still have the sweater I lent you in November?”

You rub your arm. “Yeah. Do you want it back?”

Newt smiles. “No, keep it.”

Only an hour has passed when Newt wakes again. The bed creaks as he shifts. The blankets loop around his legs, trapping him. He turns onto his back and sighs, replaying the dream in his head. You’d smiled at him and taken his hand, tugging him along a snowy path, far away from the woman behind him who was little more than a shadow calling his name.

He stares up at the ceiling. The shadow is his dream still haunts him. The proof of her existence rests in the unopened letter buried under notes and sketches on Newt’s desk. He lost nothing on that desk, could pull out whatever he needed at any time, but that letter hasn’t been touched for two years. It’s a reminder of the reason he doesn’t know you anymore.

Wiping the sweat from his hairline, Newt closes his eyes and drifts to sleep again.

“Newt?”

He spins at his name, eyes dropping when he sees you. “Hey.”

You rush forward to his side. “How’d that essay go?”

Newt scratches absentmindedly at his chin, running his fingers over the stubble growing there. “I don’t know. Fine, I hope.”

You squint at him. “Newt, are you okay? You look exhausted.”

He forces a half-hearted smile to his face. “I’m fine. Just up studying all night.”

“For the last week?” You drop your voice as the two of you walk down one of Hogwarts’s staircases. “Newt, I’ve seen you around, despite your best attempts to hide from me. I’m worried about you.”

Newt shrugs, not returning your look. “I have a lot of exams coming along.”

“I know for a fact that isn’t true.” You clutch your books against your chest. “I asked around. None of your classes have exams.”

He frowns at his feet. “You don’t have to worry so much.”

“I haven’t seen you for more than five minutes at a time in a year. We used to spend hours together.”

“Things change.”

You can’t believe he says that but ignore the sting. “Including us?”

“I don’t want it to, but if you can’t understand that I’m busy…”

“Newt,” you try again, gritting your teeth, “I know you and Leta are getting along well, and I wish you two the best, but maybe you should slow down.”

Newt stops outside his classroom. “You don’t know what’s going on.”

“That’s the problem. You should tell me. I can at least listen.”

He shakes his head. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Newt—“

“I have class.” He jabs his chin toward the classroom. “Please don’t worry about me. I’ll see you soon.”

“When?”

Newt doesn’t reply as he steps in the classroom.

Newt untangles the blankets from his legs and pushes himself up and against the headboard. The clock reads 5:47. He rubs his eyes and sighs. The occamies will need to be fed in an hour.

Swinging his feet off the side of his bed, he stands and stretches. He’d been doing well not thinking about you lately. He’d thrown himself into his work, excusing himself anyone mentioned you or Leta, ignoring any news coverage of your achievements, keeping the gifts you’d given him packed up and hidden in his workshop. The only sign you’d been in his life is the picture he keeps nearby.

He can’t bear the thought of throwing it away and never seeing your smile again.

You hear about the situation from a group of gossiping Gryffindors.

You sprint to the Hufflepuff common room and burst in. A group of fourth years stare at you, bewildered, but you ignore them, scanning the room for Newt. He isn’t here.

Expulsion. No, not Newt. No, whatever happened cannot be his fault. You drop into a fluffy arm chair. You haven’t spoken with Newt in six months, but you know he must need you.

Hours pass. You miss two classes and lunch, but you don’t move. Newt may be avoiding you, but he has to enter the common room at some point.

The sun sets and other students filter out and up to their rooms. A few friendly faces stop and talk with you, but none of them breaches the topic of Newt’s fate. Not one person from any house even mentions him.

Still, you wait. When the common room is completely empty, Newt stumbles in, black crescents at home under his red, puffy eyes, pale face only emphasizing them. He doesn’t look at you.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“About what, Newt?”

“I know you’re just going to lecture me about Leta. I don’t want to hear about it.”

“I don’t even know what happened.” You stand. “All I know is that you might be expelled. What does Leta have to do with this?”

He braces himself with a hand on the back of the room’s couch. “Nothing. She did nothing.”

“Newt, you look horrible.” You take another step forward.

“Yeah, well, being expelled isn’t exactly a pleasurable experience.”

“Don’t snap at me. I want to help.”

“Sitting here and telling me you were right isn’t going to help.”

“I didn’t come here to yell at you.”

“What did you come here for, then? To gloat? To pretend to care?”

“Newt, what has gotten into you?”

“Leta told me you’d do this if you found out.”

Your nails press against your palms. You focus on the pain to remain calm. “Leta? Didn’t you just say she got you into this trouble?”

“I said she did nothing.”

“Then tell me what happened.”

“It doesn’t concern you.”

“Look at yourself then tell me it doesn’t concern me. Everything about you concerns me, Newt. You’re falling apart.”

“I don’t have time for this.” He turns his back to you.

“You’re going to walk away from me? The one person that’s here for you right now?”

He stops. “I have Leta.”

“Oh yeah?” You gesture around the empty room. “Where is she? Is she hiding under the couch? Behind the bookshelf?”

Newt’s jaw muscle flutters. “Stop.”

“I have been here for you for years. Years. But you know what, if it doesn’t matter to you, I’ll just go.”

Newt’s knees nearly buckle beneath, but he doesn’t stop you. “Fine.”

Your eyes widen and you don’t move. Is he serious? Does he really not care? After all these years of being there for him, and a few of having a crush on him, he’s really going to let you walk away?

Fine. You’re not going out as the bad guy, though. No, you won’t let Newt paint you as the villain. “I’ve been your best friend for seven years, and I know you don’t mean that.” Tears tremble in your eyes. “But I’m going to go. I meant it, though, when I told you I’m here for you. Always. If you ever need a friend, if you realize Leta is using you, I’ll still be here for you. No matter what.”

Newt drags himself up to the dorms. Tears he doesn’t know exist trail down his cheeks as he falls into his bed fully clothed.

Newt strides through the fields, feed bag sagging in his hands, streak of dirt marring his cheek. He drops it with a plop onto the shed’s floor. The last few hours of restless sleep weigh on him. He staggers to the case’s entrance. A roar sounds from behind him, but he doesn’t check on it.

“I’ll be back in a few hours. Don’t worry, Rufus, you’ll get your bath like I promised.” He crawls from the case and rubs his eyes again. Looking around, he sees the photo of you. His shoulders droop as he pushes himself to his feet. The guest bedroom is upstairs. He’ll sleep in there for now.

Halfway to the staircase, a knock sounds on the door. Groaning, Newt stops, hoping whoever is there will just leave. After a second knock, though, he steps forward and prepares an excuse.

You stand in front of the door, finger tapping against your leg as you wait for a reply. You knock again.

“Terribly sorry, but I’m very busy—“ The familiar voice stops short when the door opens.

“Newt?” You murmur, nervous smile on your face. He says nothing, makes no gesture. “Could I come in?”

“Yes, of course.” He steps aside, opening the red door.

You step in and are greeted by the smell of plants and manure. Ten bookshelves overflowing with decayed novels and handwritten journals line the walls. A cry comes from the next room.

“Don’t worry about him.” Newt closes the door. “Could I get you something? A drink?”

“Oh, no, I don’t want to take up too much of your time.”

Newt’s face falls. “Oh.”

Silence weaves between you before you think of your next comment. “I’m here because of your book, actually. I heard you’re going to be published.”

Newt nods and gazes at the ground. “Yes, soon.”

“Congratulations.”

His smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “Thank you.”

“It must have been challenging to collect all that information.”

Newt starts forward. “Quite.”

You follow him, eyes wandering over the mess of books, sketches, and food bags. “How long have you been working on it?”

“Three years. More, really, but that’s what my publisher is putting on the back.”

You run your finger along a plant’s spiky leaf. “Are you proud of it?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

You shrug. The silence stretches longer this time, broken only by cleared throats and soft breaths until Newt interrupts it.

“How have you been?”

You try not to show surprise at the question. “I’ve been all right. Working odd jobs here and there, trying to find someplace new to move to in France.”

“What’s in France?”

“Besides romance, adventure, and delicious bread? A full-time, paying job.”

Newt’s lips twitch. “You can’t find one here?”

“One that makes the constant rain and grey clouds worth it? No.”

“Shame. London is beautiful if you know the right places.”

You cock your eyebrow as Newt’s stance relaxes. “I guess I’ve never had the right tour guide.”

Newt pauses, thinking over his words. When he does speak, his voice is quiet, subdued. “I could show you around if you’d like.”

You stare at him. “I’d love that.” You let a beat of silence pass. “I’ve missed you.”

He turns to stone. “What?”

“I’ve missed you since you left. I’d thought you’d find your way back, but you never did. Then I heard you and Leta fell apart, but it seemed too late to return to you, like you wouldn’t want to see me again if I did try to help.”

“You missed me?”

“Very much so.” You want to fall to your knees and cry when the words come out, but you keep them low, eyes flickering between the plant and Newt.

He lets out a shaky breath. “I’ve missed you too.”

“You have?”

He lets out a trembling laugh. “Very much so.”

You throw yourself into his arms before he even fully turns to face you. Clawing at his jacket and back, you tug him closer, closer, closer until you can’t breathe in anything but that smell that reminds you of home. It’s been too many years since you’ve felt his arms close around you with the same eagerness, too many years since you’ve felt his face nestle into the area where your neck and shoulder meet. You soak it all in, try to memorize every bit of it, as Newt’s hot breath tickles your throat.

Then Newt pushes you away, holding you at arm’s length. “I – I should have told you years ago, the moment I saw you in the common room, but I fancy you. Never Leta. Always you. I didn’t realize it until you turned your back on me, but I’ve loved you all this time.” He swallows. “I had to tell you now. I can’t hide it from you without feeling like a lie. I understand if you don’t feel the same.”

He rambles on the way he tends to when he’s nervous, but you ignore it all as your heart swells to match your grin. “Newt, shut up, I love you too.”

He stops breathing. “Honestly?”

“Honestly. I didn’t want you and Leta together but I thought you were happy with her, so I let it go.”

“I was always happier with you.”

You take a deep breath. “So, where does this leave us?”

Newt scans your face. “I guess I have to ask: would you agree to a date with me? At the coffee shop down the street?”

Your cheeks hurt, but you can’t stop smiling. “Finally.”

Newt pulls you back into a hug. The two of you are just holding one another, just hugging and laughing, when Newt asks, “Is that my sweater?”

Your face flushes. “Yes. I was going to give it back today if things went poorly. Do you still want it?”

Newt rests his chin on the top of your head and grins. “No, keep it.”

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