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starfxkr · 1 month

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idk if i sent this in last night with my other ask. i was quite sleep deprived n delusional so ignore the other one if i did please 😭 but how about the boys with a mixed!reader? (this is so self indulgent i’m so sorry omg)

this has been established but rafe would absolutely mock me when my accent sneaks in, is worse when i didn’t even notice it in the first place. gets real mean when i roll my eyes and huff n cross my arms while he’s lecturing me on my “behavior issues”. hates it when i play spanish music in his truck bc he doesn’t understand it, but i smack his hand every time he tries to turn Selena off (bc wtf are you doing?? i’m serenading you rn!!). totally smacks me back. hates it even more when i’m speaking spanish on the phone in front of him bc he SWEARS im talking shit (and what if i am?). jokes and asks if he can have “half an n-word card” and gets threatened with bodily harm. tells everyone about his “exotic” gf like bro i’m from cali 😭, but gets annoyed for me when people ask “what are you??”. says “span-glish” instead of “spang-lish” and ignores me when i correct him. he doesn’t ever wanna dance with me but eats it up when i dance on him.

jj also mocks me but is silly asf about it. like i’ll be minding my own business, mumbling in spanish and he comes up behind me and starts muttering gibberish. always asks me to cook bc “baby i just wanna taste your flavor and spice 🥺”. has a love/hate relationship with the attitude. gets a boner whenever i cuss him out in spanish, but also tugs at a few braids whenever the huffs and eye rolls get nasty. cannot stand when i throw a fit, bc either i’m getting what i want or we’re tussling right here!!! right NEOW!!! people always tell me how sweet i am and i fear he would always respond with “only when she wants to be”. walks around shiny asf smelling like vicks whenever he complains about something hurting bc my baby isn’t gonna get sick on my watch. however, when he inevitably gets sick bc he didn’t listen when i told him to put on socks or to dry his hair before bed, i make him drink up every potion and elixir i can think of.

pope and i would have conversations about colorism, and then talk shit about how kelce is the token black friend and whitewashed in the same breath. he’d see how i struggled while doing the back of my head sometimes and make me teach him how to braid so he can help. he’s a quick learner and eventually whenever someone asks “who did your hair? 😍” the answer is always “MY MANNNN!!!”. researches the best hair products for me and pouts whenever i try to do it myself. also walks around looking shiny but it’s shea butter instead of vicks bc we moisturize round these parts. no ashy knees on my watch!! picks up spanish so he can get in good with my mom and grandma. our dads would totally get along, so they go bond over whatever it is old black men bond over while we run around doing fuckshit with the gang. my dad 100% tells him not to let me punk him (spoiler! he gets punked a lot!!! doesn’t mind bc he loves me)

john b would also help with my hair, but mostly the detangling part (it takes forever at first bc he’s scared of tugging). says he loves my hair n says i should leave it down more often (it’s wild n frizzy bc of the heat n humidity), and doesn’t understand when i say it’s not supposed to look like that ):. doesn’t really mind the attitude as long as it isn’t directed towards him and it’s nothing too crazy. will pinch me in public with a “fix your face”. quickly learns that “calm down” translates to “shut up”. also learns that i really don’t like being told to shut up, so his response to hissy fits is to throw me over his shoulder and deal with me in the car 😓. picks up a little spanglish, makes me teach him the right pronunciations bc he’s not tryna look like an idiot in front of the fam. him and my dad look at each other confused while my mom, grandma, and i are cracking jokes in spanish (he doesn’t know what’s going right now either babe). the fam loves him bc he helps with the heavy lifting around the house, and that boy will eat whatever they put in front of him. almost cries when grandma calls him “mijo”.

sorry if this was a lot lmao, apparently the creative juices flow best at 6am after an all-nighter <3

bye I really don't have much to add because you really nailed it!!! like LOL writing them with woc is always so funny in ways that it shouldn't be

#✨.txt #jj maybank prompt #rafe cameron prompt #john b prompt #pope heyward prompt #popbangcrash

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punchitime · 2 years

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Back on my bs, but this time I'm sleep deprived.

Here's some random shit they absolutely have on their phone for no reason... Expect most of them are either things I've actually said/have on my phone

- 💀

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Sterling, pointing a camera at a small fake skeleton - "oh look! There's a normal skeleton..."

Pans camera slightly at a same sized skeleton... But it's completely a rainbow - "and there's my skeleton -"

They would have a random video from years ago on their phone saying they're, and i quote, "a special kind of stupid", because they saw a deer, forgot what a deer was and freaked out because they saw a deer.

A random picture of themself after getting their sleeve tattoo with a thumbs up with the caption "I'm bleeding everywhere 👍"

Litterally a video of (pointing at themself and their facial expressions) someone clearly flirting with her and her NOT processing at ALL they're flirting and just thinking there being friendly. It has the caption "I'm an absolute idiot."

Clearly the realized what was going on later.

A video of them in scare acting makeup and laying down on the ground before the camera flip and multiple people surrounding them in a circle acting like they're in a ritual, one of them actually speaking gibberish.

It has the caption "Just scare actor things"

Just... A random picture of a fruit smoothie with a rainbow drink gripper thing (whatever those are called) with the caption "Gay juice"

A video of (teenage) them with the quote "My choir teacher made a mistake. Why you may ask?" And them proceeding to pull out a kazoo and blow into it

Just the quote "I may be a short ass bitch, but I'm tall enough to drop kick a child."

A screenshot of a chat between Sterling and her friend, who is NOT from the US

Friend - "What kind of hell do you live in?"

Sterling - "America."

And also (same friend as before, different screenshot)

Friend - "Your life is miserable"

Sterling - "I'm an American, what did you expect?"

A video of a random gecko in a pet store, Sterling going to the glass and saying the quote "I don't want your car insurance-" before said lizard quickly goes twords the glass, scaring Sterling and making her stop recording right as they became a blur

A lot of 'banshee screaming' videos that are all only a few seconds long, but are exactly what you'd expect

A video of a (clearly younger, like a teenager Sterling... Which isn't too different actually beyond longer hair and no tattoos) Sterling chugging a whole Sunny-D before coughing and the video cutting out

Has a video of her right after having their wisdom teeth taken out (and clear still heavily being effected by the medicine) trying to talk (failed terribly and spitted out two audible words in English and one in French, rest being gibberish) before trying to sign and failing equally as terribly. Their mother can be heard clearly laughing in the background

#punch out #punch-out!!#punch out oc #punch out wii #sterling auclair #💀 speaks #if yall cabt tell. Sterling is actually very unhinged but is very good at hiding it at the same time #💀 back on their bs

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namjoonchronicles · 5 years

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beginners | nj

↳ genre fluff, domestic, parenthood

↳ words 3.4k

↳ summary Challenges in parenthood are not meant to be a one sided task. sometimes, Namjoon will need some help in raising Koya. And parenthood is not as easy as it seems.

↳ warning none, just a few surprise guests you might not see coming

↳ namjoonchronicles’ honorary taglist @kai-tashi @septemberalien @joon94net @yourlocalalien @snugglemejeon @yoongiseesaw @majestikblue

↳ special mentions this is for @majestikblue for always being supportive of my work, and making me thrive harder and unlock many others creative corners I didn’t know I had

↳ song the daydream 'stepping on the rainy street'

As usual, Koya would wake up by babbling. His tiny feet peeks through the striped baby blue fuzzy blanket. His curly light brown hair, rosy cheeks mushed against his little pillow. He threw his bottle on the side of the mattress and climbed out of the play pen, reconstructed as a bed by his mom. Diapers heavy from overnight use, he waddles to the room next door where his parents sleep in.

"Dada," he knocks air. The door opened slightly, stood ajar, but he never enters. Nobody knows why.

Namjoon stirs and check his phone for time. Hearing Koya calling him from the door made him slip out of bed at once. When he peeks through the gap, Koya is there standing, barely taller than his knees. "You called for me?" he asked, his raspy morning voice was deeper than usual. Koya cranes his neck to look at his ridiculously tall daddy, so Namjoon crouched to carry him up before he falls back on his butt. Koya petite chubby fingers dances on Namjoon's cheeks and the dad puckers his lips for a kiss but Koya tilts his head back so Namjoon peppers kisses on his neck and jaws and cheeks, instead. Blowing air against his skin to make the little one giggle.

This is the life any man ought to live. He feels very lucky.

"Mama..." Koya tilts his head on one side. "Mama's not here, mama went to work," he carried Koya into the bedroom so he could look at the unmade bed and prove that he was telling the truth, "See? It's just you and me, buddy..."

Koya nods and let out a baby gibberish that sounded like a full sentence but isn't. Namjoon is an expert on that, "She'll be home later at 5 pm, as usual... Today, we are going to do some grocery shopping, and you're going to help me. But first..."

Namjoon passed Koya a dinosaur plush while he sat on the ground. Then Namjoon turns his attention to the unmade bed, fluffing the pillows, straightening the sheet and covering it with the neatened duvet. The shade is open and the air humidifier is turned on. Koya is such a well-behaved baby. Namjoon is sure he got that from your side of the family.

Your side of the family, he repeated. Debatable.

Every occasion done with your side of the family surely made its mark in his head. From your screaming aunts, to your deathly silent uncles, and your chaotic cousins, and their children. And their children's children. Namjoon smiled to himself, shaking his head at the thought of it.

Faucets twisted. Tub is steadily filling up with water. Koya is seated on the sink counter under his dad's watchful eye.

"Up..." Namjoon motions his arms above so Koya would follow. Off goes the shirt, pants and the heavy urine-filled diaper. Roll the diapers neatly, refastened it with the sticky tapes, into another biodegradable plastic, and then tied in a knot, until finally, discarded into the actual bin. Koya is lifted into the tub, water reaching up to just below his waist, not too much. Namjoon kneels next to the tub, taking the shower head from it's holder, checking the water temperature with his hands. It mustn't be too hot or too cold. Koya plays with the floating little dinosaurs and doll ducklings, dunking them into the water, squeezing them between his sausage fingers.

"Buddy, you ready for this?" he asked. Koya gaze up to him with big dewy eye and a huge smile. "You ready to get hyped up?" Namjoon made Koya play with the drizzle first before running the shower head above his curly brown hair, now drenched. Koya visibly shudder upon contact and it made Namjoon chuckle. Baby shampoo bottle, where is it. Oh. Squirt a small amount, carefully bubble it up with Koya's hair. Koya splashes the water with his hand, making Namjoon flinch a bit. His glasses mustn't get wet.

"Okay, okay," he doesn't know what he's saying 'OK' for, but he fetched the baby body wash next. He lathers them all over Koya's supple baby skin. It amazes him how it's so soft.

Little hands, and little feet. He lifts the baby's arm to get the armpits washed, and rinse the baby down with running water. He's clumsy, but Koya doesn’t seem to mind. All swaddled and clean in a warm koala towel daddy got for him. Out the bathroom of course, he gets after shower kisses and carried out in Namjoon's arm. Next, powdering the baby. Warm baby oil so he doesn't get cold when they leave the house later. New diaper, three layers of cloth for the weather, khaki trousers and a small matching red beanie like dad. All dressed.

Which he takes off when Namjoon isn't looking.

Namjoon is now preparing his formula milk in the kitchen. He counts up to 3 scoops of milk powder and filled the bottle with lukewarm water. He walks over to Koya in your shared bedroom and does the dance with the formula milk. Spinning and twirling with an idiot big smile on his face.

"Customer, your drink, sir," he said with gusto, complete with chef's kiss. Koya shrieked and gurgled, fetching the bottle with both hands. Namjoon thwarted, "Where did your beanie go?"

Then he disappears into the bathroom, leaving the door open so he could watch Koya drink his formula milk on his baby mattress next to the bed, holding crescent moon plush tightly in one hand, while Namjoon prepares himself for the outing.

Namjoon hurried to brush his teeth, splash water on his face, dry them up and changed to new clothes. He fetched the red beanie from the floor and fastened them on Koya.

"Like daddy's, we're bros aren't we?"

He carries Koya in his arms and walks out.

Koya has exercises in the morning. Down in the apartment's playground. It's Namjoon's favorite past times. He gets to meet chaotic Seokjin, Lily's dad who's now bored because Lily's now attending kindergarten; handsome super-dad Taehyung with two of his girls (Sam & Tati), and counting; young but more responsible dad than they all combined, Jungkook who has a 2 year old girl name Ben; and last but not least, the ever panicking always screaming,forever sleep-deprived Park Jimin who just joined the dad group with his girl, Sona, last January.

Their little house-husband group have morning meetings, like these. Jungkook always makes great coffee. And Seokjin is always generous enough to bring his leftover from last night unless he was fighting with his wife and refused to cook. In those days, Namjoon will have to get something from the convenient store so dads could eat and won't starve because it's a hard life.

"What's up, Jimin?" he greets and meets the lad in the elevator, crossed ankles, hands in pocket.

The poor guy looks like he aged overnight. He has his head leaned against the elevator walls, lulling to Namjoon, carrying Koya.

"Where's your girl?" Namjoon asked. "My mom came and took her to the village last night, she has chicken pox... I hadn't slept in 3 days," Jimin mumbled. "At four months? Tough," Namjoon retorted, "But hey, at least you get some time with the wifey," the taller dad shrugged his shoulder, wiggling his eyebrow at Koya to make him laugh, bouncing the giggly boy. Jimin scoffed tired with a small smile, "I don't know about that man, she's pissed because of work and every time I make a move, she looks like she's going to gnaw me alive." "Isn't that a good thing?" Namjoon knitted his brow at his dear friend and shot a glance outside when the elevator doors open to reveal Seokjin bringing a picnic box and a thermos.

"Do you not have eyes or hands?" Seokjin shot at Jimin, muttering angrily. Being the oldest of the three, Seokjin was always bullying Jimin at any chance he's got. Jimin gathers the picnic box and the bags of plastic wares. "Someone's cranky," Namjoon spat, "Good morning, Seokjin. Say Good Morning to Uncle Seokjin, baby...?" Leaning Koya down to Seokjin's shoulder. His favorite uncle. Koya immediately stretches his arms to Seokjin. Seokjin groans and kissed Koya's chin like the baby is his. Namjoon fetch the thermos from Seokjin in exchange. It's going to be an interesting gathering today because Jungkook just returned from his wife's hometown. They can't wait for him to share pictures and funny events that happened.

"Gah, I miss holding a toddler. When they start talking, I just want to mute them...does that make me a bad daddy?" Seokjin swaddles Koya, turning side to side while Koya shrieks excitedly. Namjoon took the chance to thumb Koya's rosy cheeks and cooing at him from behind Seokjin, puckering his lips, making kissing sound and Jimin smiling fondly.

"Lily's so big now, she's doing math effortlessly and I'm certain that's from her side of the family," Seokjin walks out with Koya first when the elevator reaches the ground floor to Jungkook panicking face, carrying Ben on his side, rushing himself into the lift as the three got out.

"What's wrong with you?" "Take Ben. I think I forgot to turn the stove off, I think," he breathily say. Jimin fetches Ben by the hand. She wraps her hand around his pinkie and watched her dad panicked face in utter calmness expression on hers. Nothing scares her. Jungkook raised her well.

Namjoon and Jimin glances over their shoulder at Jungkook stabbing the buttons, repeatedly.

At the playground, Koya and Ben begins with the slides first. The dads are sitting on the benches, munching on their long-awaited breakfast, with their knees spread wide, sitting in silence until Jungkook re-emerges from the lobby and into the open air playground, wearing black sweatshirt and pants, hair a little longer than last week. It passes his brows, in length and very soft. He helps Ben to reach the monkey bars.

"...Had anyone seen Taehyung?" Namjoon suddenly asked, shoving another rice rolls into his mouth.

"No..." "...nope."

"You think he's okay?" Namjoon darts his attention ahead where his son is. "Probably expecting baby number 6," Seokjin snickers. "I heard they got in a fight before..." Jimin leans forward, looking to the side where his older brothers are.

Namjoon and Seokjin both had different reactions but can be summarize to one word: They squawked.

"They always get into a fight, and then bam!" Namjoon motions an explosion with his hands, "He goes: So uhh, my wife's 3 months pregnant; with his boxy smile and perfect hair." "Is that a normal thing for marriage couple? Like do you guys like fight and then make love?" Jimin asked, earnestly, genuinely curious.

"What do you mean that you don't?" Namjoon frowned in a glimpse, carried Koya to his lap and cleaned his hand since he fell on the sand bed, with the wet wipes Seokjin passed nonchalantly.

"Namjoon's wife is a whole different breed, my wife didn't touch me at all after Lily came out, and then she devoured me whole. And now it's a regular thing. We don't have schedules or anything like that, though," Seokjin answered, leaning back and relaxed.

Finding Seokjin and Namjoon's answer to be satisfying,Jimin turns to Jungkook who is now at the swing, pushing Ben.

"What about you, Jungkook?" "Me? About what?" Jungkook yells from afar. "Do you fight with your wife and then make love to her?"

Jungkook's ears turn bright red. How could he ask something so personal, out in the open like that? Does he not know shame?

"Sometimes?" Jungkook crumpled his face and joined the dads on the bleacher, fetching the newly poured coffee from Seokjin, as if he's not sure of his answers. He pauses and did some thinking, but nothing much came out. Because sex is something common but also not very common in his household?

"It really depends on her mood though..." Jungkook took a noisy sip from the steaming coffee. Namjoon nods. Jimin seems to be bothered by it.

"But Taehyung has a lot to worry about, wife's a CEO," Seokjin sighs. "Makes good money too..." Namjoon shot. "The assistant is a guy, Taehyung said he's attractive..." Jungkook passed. "Sucks," Jimin pursed his lips.

All the dads nod in agreement.

It's tough to be a house husband. Dealing with the stigmas, the condescending tone that comes with the status, having your manhood challenged and finding yourself ridiculed solely because you don't earn for the family. The criticism is vicious, coming from your own family member. All they have is themselves, their partner and friends who are under the same pressure. Of having kids, of becoming a parent, of having a working and successful wife. Constantly renewing self-worth and value by means of being a good husband and a father. while getting almost nothing in return accept the promise of raising well behaving children. Reassurance could only do so much. Roles are reversed and the men has to learn from scratch how to manage a household. Holidays are rare and emotions are constantly in a state of turmoil.

"So how did the village trip go?" Namjoon asked Jungkook. Jungkook's face visibly brightens up. Now he can show off the pictures he took and his talent as a photographer. His wife's village had a majestic sea spread, and beautiful sunset. The whole thing looks like Windows wallpaper shot.

Close to 10 am, Namjoon excused himself and little Koya to get the grocery started with the list you wrote down. Diapers, talcum powders, veggies, beefs, chicken thighs. Koya is seated on the baby chair in the kart, while Namjoon check the ingredient of a new baby food. The pack has slimy green and doesn't look appetizing at all.

"Wow, even I wouldn't eat that..." Namjoon commented. He places the pack back and take the usual one he buys. Carrots, spinach, chicken breast. Shopping is faster when there's a list and he stick religiously to it. He pushed the cart and passed by an electronic store. There he saw a new vacuum. He pouted and stood idly, before taking a picture of it. He sends them to you.

"I don't need anything else on my birthday, just this... please," he added a crying emoticon at the end. Sent. Delivered. Read.

Wife is typing.... Wife is typing....

"Okay sweetie :) shopping?"

Namjoon grins to the phone and began typing, but Koya started whimpering. He is taking off his shoes so Namjoon shove his phone into the back pocket in a hurry. Koya is bored. So Namjoon takes out the house key for him to play with while he chooses chicken breast by the freezer corner. He settles with one and grabbed a scallion on his way out. He stood by the self-checkout payment counter and scanned the things carefully. Koya is still playing with the keys. Last item, and then we're heading home, he thought.

When they got to the block of their home, at the lobby, Koya isn't playing with the keys anymore. That's when Namjoon's nightmare began.

"Baby, where's the key? Where's our house key, buddy?" Namjoon asked, searching his pocket and Koya's but Koya just pointed away at the birds he heard outside. Namjoon on the other hand is panicking while keeping an outwardly calm demeanor.

This can't be. He has to call his wife.

"Hey!" "Hey, hun. I'm at the lobby..." "Is there something wrong?" your cheerful voice switches to a concerned one. "Yeah, ha ha," Namjoon chuckles nervously, "See, I gave Koya the house key he dropped it midway here and now we can't get into the lift." "Oh shoot," you smacked your lips together, pinching your hips while pressing the phone to your ear standing by your work desk, "I'm going to see what I can do, if I can leave,"pausing, you remembered that the afternoon meeting was cancelled so you could leave for a bit, "Okay, don't worry, I'm coming," you hurried to say and the call ends.

Twenty minutes later, you walked in your pastel blue pumps and light beige dress, wearing a long black coat and ballerina bun hair. Your Pandora bracelets jingle and ran mid forearm when you tuck your baby hair behind your ear making your way into the lobby. Namjoon beams and Koya gets visibly excited, grabbing air and leaning over for his mommy.

"Hello boys," you sang and took Koya from Namjoon, brushing your lips on your husband first and then your baby. Namjoon fetch the house key from you and you turned to the apartment manager, to thank him.

"So can we have the door set changed today?" you asked. "Yes, madam... not a problem," he answered.

Namjoon walks in the elevator and held the door for you while carrying a bag of groceries. He leans back to the elevator wall while you bopped Koya's nose, cooing him.

"You look pretty today," Namjoon presses his smile and his little dimple show. "Of course, I look pretty everyday," you spoke in gurgles at your son even as you're talking to your husband. "How's work?" he asked. "Not too hectic as it usually is, so I may head home early," you cocked an eyebrow at him and smirked.

That's good news. The view of your wedding ring, glittering as you held Koya up sends his heart racing, knowing that he bought it. It still feel surreal even after Koya's birth. Now he's turning two in September. At the beginning of the relationship, it seemed that this future he seeks for, felt impossible. He still remembers how you said that you weren't his ideal type, and the fear of rejection rendered you silent, in love with him from a corner. That you weren't enough, that you know he can find someone better.

And here you are, being everything he ever wished for, prayed for, dreamt of.

Making fun of Koya falling asleep is your favorite past-time. Both of you speaking in hushes.

"Look at how he is still chewing when he could barely open his eyes," you leaned your chin on Namjoon's shoulder from behind. Your husband feeding Koya his daily spinach intake from the dining chair. "His cheeks," Namjoon snickered and pointed out, eyes turning to thin slits as he chuckles.

Koya finally leans his head back and fall asleep for good. Namjoon removes him from the baby chair and let him sleep in his bed pen after cleaning his face and hands. Namjoon doesn't leave until he presses his lips on the little one's head, and then he stares fondly at him while kneeling by the pen, sitting on his heels for a bit. You leaned on the door frame crossing your arm. A faint smile playing on your lips at the view of your husband carrying his usual duties. As if he felt your eyes on him, he glanced at you with a secretive smile. He cocks an eyebrow while sucking his cheek in, standing up.

"What's that look for?" he spoke in whispers, against you, pushing you out of Koya's room with his advances. "What look?" you grinned.

"That look, you gave me a look..." "I did not give you a look?" "Yes you did..."

This silly conversation isn't going anywhere so you made him bow down a little to whisper in his ear. Your lips brushing on them, teasingly with every word you said, "I think you look extra sexy today." You pushed back to enjoy the look on his face as you bite your smile.

He licked his lips and placed his arm around your waist to pull you close and press your body on his.

"Is that so?" "And I think we should mess up the bed." "Okay, but you're gonna call your co-workers and say there's an emergency at home." "Oh? And what kind of emergency should I say?" "We'll figure it out. After." . . . . Namjoon's shirt rode up to reveal his back, your hands at the brims, while you lay underneath him. Sharing a searing, heated, hungry kiss that grows more and more desperate. Arms around his neck. Knees digging into the mattress, staying awfully quiet because you don't want Koya to come awake. Cradling your back with his arm as he brought you down, Namjoon moans into the kiss, letting out a shaky sigh through his nose, brows furrowed in concentration until...

Ding-dong.

"Door set change, ma'am?"

Namjoon and you shot your heads at the door's direction at the same time. Damn it.

copyright © 2019 namjoonchronicles do not repost, this is the foundation of something I’d like to call a house husband universe, and I plan to make more in the future for each of the dad’s. You can say that it sort of merge with taehyung’s ‘outnumbered’, seokjin’s ‘marriage is’ and jimin’s ‘perfectly wrong’ universe... curious why the children’s name the way they are? talk to me

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scribeofmorpheus · 5 years

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Mark of The Wolf Part 9 (Derek Hale x Reader)

Catch up here! |

A/N: Sorry for the cold open... I swear it snuck up on me too! Hello Mexico, I see you. Is there gang going back? You betcha. And excuse the very SUDDEN appearance of a character I never even bothered to foreshadow because... let’s be real, did anyone like them as a villain? I didn’t.

Note: Reader’s last name is Markolf. *** means change in POV/time.

Words: 2026 (this is a shorter chapter)

Warnings: Violence, swearing and A COLD OPEN!

[Song: It's You by Rique | High by Zella Day]

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Liam was tied down to a chair using wolfs-bane laced ropes in an abandoned warehouse. The sting of the ropes digging into his skin was painful but bearable. It was the rancid smell of death that bothered him. How many of his kind had been killed here? All he could do was hope he wouldn't be next. In front of him were two of Monroe's men armed with guns, they were his prison guards.

After a few minutes, Monroe emerged from behind a plastic sheet acting as a divider. She sauntered over in combat boots and a green camo ensemble.

"The Beta," she spoke at him rather than to him, dragging a metal chair from nearby. She made sure to generate as much noise as she possibly could from the cold steel of the chair and the bare concrete of the floor. It was torture to his wolf hearing. "What's your name again? Leon?"

"Liam," he spit back.

"Ah, Liam," she pulled out a knife from her boot holster. "Tell me, Liam. Where is your alpha? Where is Scott McCall? I know he's here with you. My men spotted him just before they took you."

Liam kept his eyes focused on the scrape marks left on the floor by the chairs legs.

"Silent type?" she said in annoyance. With quicker reflexes than he would have given her credit, Monroe grabbed his collar and forced him to meet her eyes. They were wired and fully unhinged, "You are lucky my men didn't kill you right there and then! The only reason you're alive is because you know where Scott is. Tell us and we let you go." She tried to normalise her octaves to resonate calm, but her heartbeat gave her away. She was lying.

"Screw you!" Liam said venomously. Making sure to give her a shit-eating grin to boot.

Monroe struck him and he coughed. She walked around him to whisper in his ear, "Your kind thinks they're so special. Don't be so inclined to underestimate me." She warned. Liam felt her arm ghost his shoulders.

"Trust me, I would never be so foolish as to underestimate you." Liam chuckled lowly.

"Should we kill him?" One of her drones asked.

She cocked her head to the side as though his words were utter gibberish. Then sighing with exhaustion she turned and said, "No, you idiot. We need him. Go check on his restraints, make sure they're tight." Monroe walked away and disappeared behind the plastic curtain.

After the guards checked his bonds, they left the room and went out for a smoke by the scent that clung to their clothes.

Liam generated some noise by shuffling his chair to see if anyone would come after him. Dead silence. Then, with surprising ease, he used his claws to snap the binds around his wrists and feet and made a run for it. Though, he wasn't very stealthy.

***

"Should we go after him?" someone asked Monroe. She rolled her eyes and looked down at her phone screen. A small red dot was moving, with great speed, away from the abandoned factory. She had placed a tracker on the young Beta.

"Not yet. He'll lead us to Scot McCall and the rest of his pack. Only then do we kill him." The rest of her men began gearing up. "Leave a few men to make sure our guest in the basement stays put," she ordered.

"Yes, Ma'am!"

"The rest of you, with me."

***

The strobe lights within the makeshift rave inside an abandoned building complex were pulsating in vivid colours. The gyroscope swivelled round in epileptic fits, the intensity of the multi-coloured lights felt like they could burn through your retinas. The room was warm and sticky, the thick scent of sweat, perfumes and smoke bombarded your senses. Alcohol sloshed about from plastic cups leaving wet splotches on the floor. The DJ kept teasing a good bass drop only to disappoint each time, not that the rest of the club-goers cared. They came here to lose themselves. To forget. Metamorphosize into a separate entity from who they were during the day. An indulgent escape.

A part of you envied them. You envied the simplicity of getting buzzed on cheap booze and dancing to terrible music as a way to escape your problems. But you weren't in college anymore. And quite frankly, your problems weren't so easily escapable. Your nerves were on edge. Being in unfamiliar territory surrounded by oblivious civilians about to execute what could single-handedly be the dumbest plan you ever heard of wasn't exactly a confidence booster. But it's not like you weren't to blame for your participation. After all, you did volunteer to be the bait!

You glanced behind you as you made your way to the centre of the dancing crowd, Derek kept his eyes trained on you from the floor above. Scott was probably on the same level as you -obscured by the masses no doubt. You found a spot between two intoxicated women and began to sway your hips to the beat.

***

Derek watched you try your hardest to move to the beat, but he could tell you weren't in your element. No one should be sober in a night club. Watching you brought a cheeky smile to his face, he almost had the urge to laugh a little.

His phone chimed in his pocket. On the dance floor a few feet from you, he noticed Scott get the same message.

Peter's text message read: "We're in position." A few seconds later Liam sent a message of his own: "They took the bait. They're heading your way!"

Derek looked down at Scott and spoke just loud enough for his wolf hearing to pick up, "Guess it’s show time."

Scott nodded in acknowledgement and made his way to the door that led to the stairs leading up to the roof.

"We're all gonna die," Derek sighed to himself, bunching up his fists in anticipation for a fight.

-72 HOURS EARLIER-

Peter made his way to the Bunker expecting it to be vacant only to be greeted by a sleep-deprived Stiles and a ruffled Scott.

"Ah, if it isn’t Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum," Peter said with a smug smile, crossing his legs at the ankle as he leaned against the table where Stiles had stacked various books, files and his laptop. "How did you guys get here so quickly? I just left Derek at the animal clinic half an hour ago."

Stiles took a sip from his FBI branded travel mug, "Well, unlike some people, we don't spend hours grooming our hair before a meet."

Peter was about to quip back but Scott stepped in, "Why'd you call us anyway?"

"Derek found something. He seems to think your former boss may be able to shed some light on our new hunter problem," he said. "As if we didn't already have hunter problems," Peter whispered exasperatedly to himself -no doubt in reference to Tamora Monroe.

"I haven't spoken to Deaton in months. The last person to see him was probably Y/N," Scott revealed. Peter was surprised by this. "I'll give him a call."

Scott pulled out his phone and dialled. The number went to voicemail after a few rings. There was an air of uncertainty in the room. Stiles waved his hands about in an urging manner for Scott to try again. He did. Still, no answer.

"Oh," Stiles snapped his fingers to keep his train of thought from getting away from him, "What about our former guidance counsellor? She's his… sister right? Try her!"

"Bold of you to assume I have the number of everyone in Beacon Hills," Scott muttered.

Stiles threw his hands up in the air, "Must I think of everything myself?" He stood up and after tapping away at his phone, he dialled a number.

"That's my line," Peter scowled under his breath.

After a few minutes of conversation and arguing on Stiles end he finally ended his call and triumphantly threw his hand up in the air. "Yes!" He cheered, "Who is a badass FBI agent?" No one answered his rhetorical question, he simply shrugged the silence off and continued tooting his own horn, "This guy!"

Peter rotated his hand, "Get to the point Tweedle-Dum."

"I called Eichen House and after having to strong arm a very rude receptionist… I convinced them to give me the last number on file. Apparently, she doesn't work there anymore."

"Did you really think she'd still be working there? After everything that happened?" Scott asked.

"No, but we got the number didn't we?" Stiles dialled the new number and after a few rings a familiar voice picked up.

"Hello?" Marin Morrell spoke, unsure of who was on the other line.

"Ugh, Ms Morrell?" Silence, "It's me, Stiles. Stilinski. Stiles Stilinski the kid who had an evil Japanese trickster god living inside him."

"I know who you are Stiles," she said flatly, "How'd you get my number?"

"Unimportant. We're trying to get in contact with Deaton, he isn't picking up his phone. Know where he is?"

"I don't know. Last I heard he was called to help a werewolf out in Mexico." Marin paused, "If you hear from him… tell him to call me."

"Will do. Thanks." Stiles cut the call. "Apparently he's out in Mexico somewhere."

Peter's head snapped up, "Mexico?"

"Yes. Meh-Hi-Coh! Are you deaf?"

"What is it?" Scott asked Peter.

"Monroe is in Mexico."

They all glanced at each other before simultaneously saying, "Shit!"

After a beat, Scott dialled Derek's number. When he picked up he simply said, "We have a problem." And with that all three fully exhausted men waited silently in the bunker for you, Derek and Liam to arrive.

***

"And you're sure it's not just a coincidence?" Derek asked.

"What, that Monroe just happens to be in the very city where Deaton was supposed to be before he… stopped answering his phone?" Stiles pointed out.

It was then that you recognised the name 'Monroe'. You'd heard it before. Whispered among certain circles, a hunter with quite the track record of growing acolytes and werewolf deaths. Things just went from complicated to bat shit crazy! You sighed and felt the inklings of a headache forming.

"And how do you know Monroe's in Mexico?" Derek interrogated Peter.

Feeling cornered, Peter folded his arms around his chest and put up an invisible barrier. "Am I the only person that has the head smarts to keep tabs on the people who try to kill us?"

"Stop deflecting," Derek warned -a sharp edge in his tone.

"But that wasn't deflecting, I'm serious. I'm keeping tabs. Through a proxy, of course."

"Who?" Liam asked.

Peter wiggled his index finger about, "Uh-uh, can't have me revealing all my secrets."

"Okay, baring all this for a moment," Stiles jumped in, "How are we gonna rescue Deaton from a group of hunters while we ourselves are being hunted by another group of hunters."

A terrible idea was beginning to form in your mind. "Hey, I know that look. That's the 'I have an idea look'!" Stiles pointed at you dawning everyone’s attention to you. You sighed. Damn your expressive eyebrows and squinting tendencies!

"An idea, yes. A good one, no." All the boys simply looked on waiting for you to elaborate. Somehow, having Derek stare at you while you stirred up the courage to get the words out made you feel like a teenager around her high-school crush; shrinking beneath his powerful gaze, the threat of stammering, a noticeable flush in your cheeks. You balled your fists and willed yourself to get a grip. No man, no matter how damned gorgeous and brooding, would ever make you regress to the shy girl you used to be.

"Well, first things first, we'll need an easily defensible position. Preferably a place with multiple exits. And secondly, we'll need two people to be the bait… We're gonna use fire to fight fire."

Peter's face lit up with what could only be defined as malicious intent, "I like her!" he applauded.

Chapter 10! (also let me know if you would prefer to get what the plan was from context clues or if I should write the planning bit -I’m torn.)

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Sparks before the fire BakugoxReader

Ch.3 - rejection and change of plans

Not really sure where this is going. Letting my sleep deprived mind take the wheel.. NOWHERE TO GO BUT ONWARD!!

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It's been a year and you still haven't brought it up.. doubtful that he even remembers you from when you were kids. But to your surprise Midoriya was the first to mention it.

"This little pipsqueak!?" Bakugo yells. "That's impossible! I thought you were a boy?!"

Your face flushed red in embarrassment. Impulse brought you'r fist against his head

"What the Hell was that for!?"

"For being a dumbass, duh!"

Midoriya giggled a bit, "yeah, no. She was deffinatly a girl. You couldn't tell Kachan?"

"Stfu Deku, nobody cares"

You glared at him resentfully. He scoffs and growls looking away. He's such a.. a.. ughhhhh! You can't even decide how you feel anymore after all this time. He easily gets on your nerves in a blink of an eye and know exactly how to push your buttons. But yet it keeps you wanting more. It's never a dull moment with him as he sends you through a hell of a rollercoaster of emotion.

The thought of him always seems to keep you up at night tossing and turning not sure how your "Hero" turned out to be your worse rival. Yet all he thinks of you is 'that little boy from when we were kids'. Ughh! So infuriating!

Things need to change.. you told yourself every time, yet could never work up the courage. But today will be different. You caught him after a mission and worked up all the courage you could muster.

"AYE, Bakugo!" You called, "can we talk"

He looked a bit confused at your lack of insults when calling him over. He made his way over cautiously not used to this calm you. Your heart couldn't stop pounding and each step he took made your heart seem to beat louder until he stood just a few feet away.

Your mind went blank unsure at what to say or how or why you chose to say it. Why now? Is it okay to make the first move? You worked for this moment for days you can't give up now. You never back down from a fight yet this one thing seemed to be the kryptonite to your courage.

"Spit it out already!" He snarled

His words sparked up the courage in you to sputter out as much gibberish as you dared, "..g-go.. out.. with me.."

His face flushed red for a second and hope bubbled in your soul. The hope suddenly crashed when his expression turned to rage, "EH? What are you? An idiot?"

All the emotions and insecurities inside you swarmed together into pure rage. (What the Hell kinda repsonse is that!? I poured my all into that and that was his response!?)

"Fu*k off, I don't need your opinion!" You yelled out of rage and stormed off. You were so embarrassed anything he said after that point was drowned out by ignorance.

You couldn't believe all that effort and time spent was all for nothing. He didn't even care. He probably still thinks if you as that kid from when you were kids.

After that you avoided any chance to get closer to Bakugo. All you wanted was for things to return to normal and to forget about it all. That would never happen though.

All the time of rivalry started to weigh you down a bit. He started to win more battles and the fire started to die down a bit in you. Eventually you started hanging out more with Midoriya instead. You and Deku started doing things you and Bakugo did, just without the fighting. Becoming best pals and even texting each night to help each other train and share advice.

Eventually Bakugo became a background accessory to your life. Lessening the toll on your heart. No more fire, just coles. Even when the group hung out the competition started to fizzel out as well. Bakugo constantly glanced at you but you quickly looked away brushing off any emotion thay his gaze pulled out of you.

Deku and you started training together at night, and he even brought you to a special beach where he first started training. On one of those nights after a long couple hours of intense training you and Deku laid under the stars. Captivated by the beauty you two began sharing deep thoughts and memories of distant childhood shenanigans.

"I always knew you were a girl ya know.. even through your tomboy phase..." he giggles, "the phase you haven't grown out of yet"

Throwing a quick yet exhausted punch at him you growled, "aye! I'm deffinatly girly!"

You both laughed for a bit

"Hey [m/c]... this may be.. a.. a bit intrusive.. but have you ever considered.. maybe dating?"

Your instant thought drifted towards Bakugo.., "...yeah.. I guess you could say I have."

There was a small silence and just the memory made your heart sink a bit.

"... but liking someone only hurts so I decided to not put effort into it.. I have a career to focus on ya know?"

"Yeah..." Deku awkwardly looks back up at the stars, "..we need to focus on protecting everyone.."

"Yes, deffinatly that too. But lately there hasn't been many villans so the city is safe for now.. luckily"

You guys sat there for a bit longer until Bakugo sat up, "Hey [m/c]...."

"You keep saying that. Stop repeating yourself" you growled a little

"Opps... sorry..I-I.. just.." his face grew red, "what if.. we.. both us. We're both.. single.. so.." be nervously bends his hair in his hand.

"Wait, are you..." you cut him off, "..are you asking me out?"

His face went from red to fiery hot, "FORGET I SAID ANYTHING!" he jumped up and started warming up with awkwardness

You giggled and jumped up too, "okay I'll forget if you can beat me at the next excersize"

"You're kidding right..?" Deku's face faded to dread when he realized the next excersize in the plan was one you always win

You just smile mischievously

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