#;; hoe life or no life~ || crack ic.

[wwindblumee]

“VENTI WHERE IN THE NAME OF BARBATOS HAVE YOU BEEN!?!?!”

-quess whooosj

Venti literally dies. End of story (/j).

“Ah…? I’ve been sitting here this whole time.. what do you mean?”

[wwindblumee]

The bard sighs, glancing down at the ground. "I suppose the cat's out of the bag, then? Don't tell Master Diluc I stole his wine.. I'll do anything!"

She’s staring into your soul the cocogoat knows what you done.

[kingdaddydaichi]

☆ title: redefining (ch. 10) | ( ch. 9 ) ☆ ( ch. 11 - wip )

☆ pairing: cop!daichi sawamura x single mom!reader

☆ wc: 4.1k

☆ synopsis: four years after leaving your toxic ex, you find yourself a single mom to a 10-year-old boy named musubi, who harbors a lot of misdirected anger. you hear from his fifth grade teacher, mr. suga, more often than your own mother and a resulting friendship is born. meeting suga’s best friend wages a war between your head and your heart - one that challenges everything you think you know about love and police officers. neither are to be trusted. both have left you lost and scared when you needed them the most. so, when a cop comes knocking at love’s door, just how strong is your resolve to keep your heart under lock and key?

☆ warnings/notes: sfw (but suggestive). cop!daichi. lots of too much alcohol consumption. daichi being a drunk, belligerent asshole. vomiting (gratuitous, crack). ANGSTY AS FUCK (don't come for me). mutual pining. jealousy. cheating (mention). appearances: suga, asahi, kuroo, bokuto, yui.

Every now and then she goes off though Beating on his chest like a bongo He understands she’s coming from a hurt place Answers all the questions on her survey Doesn’t get jealous, doesn’t break trust Doesn’t call her ‘hoe’ after hang-ups Give her everything she ever wanted And even though she still feels haunted She’s falling in love now

Losin' Control - Russ

You pulled up to the bar on the square, luckily finding a parking spot right in front. Flipping your visor down and sliding the mirror cover over, you checked your hair and makeup. This was the most nervous you’d been about seeing Daichi since you met him. 

You had reached out to him a couple of days after he left the other morning without saying goodbye. He was friendly, cordial. But other than asking about how the disciplinary hearing had gone at school and how things were going with Subi at home, he’d kept the conversation light and superficial, giving short answers to your questions about how things were going with him. For the first time since meeting him, the conversation had felt forced. You felt as though you were prying, like he didn’t have any interest in sharing details about his day or life with you anymore. Just as you were about to give up on the awkward exchange, however, he had told you that Suga and the guys were meeting up Friday night at the bar they frequented and asked if you’d like to join them. You had brightened up, figuring if Daichi really had no interest in you anymore he wouldn’t be asking you to hang out. 

You touched up your lipgloss before closing it up and dropping it in your clutch. You looked stunning and the little black dress you wore gave you the extra boost in confidence you needed as you said to your reflection, “Knock ‘em dead, girl,” before sliding the mirror closed and flipping the visor up.

You drew a deep breath and exhaled as you pulled one of the heavy doors open, heart leaping in anticipation of seeing the man you’d been sleeping with for the past few weeks. You took a few steps inside, stopping to look around the dark, spacious room for a familiar face. After scanning the loud, crowded area you spotted Daichi standing at the bar looking good enough to eat. He wore a red button-up with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showcasing his tan, muscular forearms. His hair was styled in the usual way - thick, dark brown spikes pushed back away from his forehead. The butterflies in your stomach did back flips when you saw the smile on his face - the kind that reached his eyes and made the bridge of his nose crinkle. 

That was until you saw the dainty hand with pink fingernails come to rest on his bicep. Your heart turned to black ice as it plummeted to your toes when you realized his smile was for the woman standing in front of him: his ex-girlfriend, Yui. 

She leaned into him as the two once-lovebirds shared a laugh. Your choked breath wrenched in your throat and stabbed at your lungs. Her hand stroked his arm before patting his chest - the same chest you’d fallen asleep on so many times while listening to his heartbeat. But she had been there first and for far longer. 

You felt sick. 

You wanted to run so far away, to be anywhere but here where you suddenly felt like an intruder. But your feet were frozen like cold and fated anchors to the beer-stained floor beneath you. You barely heard Suga’s voice over your pounding heart when he stood and cheerily called out for you. Hearing your name, Daichi’s smile was wiped clear off his handsome face when he finally looked beyond Yui’s shoulder and caught sight of you. From the guys’ table, Suga’s eyes followed your gaze across the room to find Daichi looking right back at you like a deer caught in headlights with his oblivious ex-girlfriend hanging onto him, resting the side of her head on his shoulder as she laughed. 

“Shit,” Suga said under his breath. Asahi, Bokuto, and Kuroo all looked at him, none of them having any idea what was happening.

You and the cop both stood like that, staring at one another for what seemed like ages as the bar and everyone else in it fell away - another silent exchange that said it all. You took your first breath in several seconds, shallow and turbulent as your vision blurred with fat, burning tears. 

Daichi’s eyes never left you when he set his drink down on the bar and walked away from Yui while she was mid-sentence. Unapologetically forcing his way between bodies, he took the straightest line towards you, snapping you out of your torturous trance. The closer he got, the harder it became to breathe. You had turned on your heels and were reaching for the double doors when you heard Daichi’s voice boom out your name, but you had to get out of there if you had any hope of breathing again. 

Suga, having turned his attention back to you in time to see you pushing one of the doors open, quickly looked back to see Daichi halfway across the huge bar room. Ignoring the other guys’ concerned questions, the grey-haired male said, “I’ll be right back” before rushing in hot pursuit to make sure everything was okay. 

You’d just made it to the driver’s side of your car, shaky hands fumbling with your keys when Daichi burst through the bar doors. 

“Y/N! STOP!” 

But you ignored him in favor of hitting the unlock button on your key fob and reaching for your car door. He repeated himself, more forcefully this time, using his cop voice out of habit as he closed the space between you. He reached for your arm, but you spun around and yanked it away as tears dripped from your once flawless face. 

“No, you stop, Daichi! Just go back in there and fuck your ex-girlfriend! You invited me here to what? Watch you get back together with her? Just how cruel can you be?”

He watched the tears wobble in your eyes. “I’m not even here with her! She just happened to be standing at the bar when I went to get a drink and we started talking! I don’t want her, y/n, I want you!”

Just then, Suga made it to the door, barely cracking it open when he heard the two of you yelling at each other. He stopped and listened, but hung back enough that neither of you were aware of his presence. His heart pounded as his two closest friends laid into each other.

“Oh? Is that why you introduced me to her as your friend the other night? Then snuck out of my house the next morning without saying shit to me? Do you really expect me to believe that was pure coincidence?”

“Well, isn’t that what we are? Just friends?” Daichi retorted, getting right to the point.

“We’re a little more than just friends, Daichi,” you said with an incredulous laugh. 

“Would you have liked it better if I introduced you as my fuck buddy, then?”

“You don’t have to be a smartass about it, Daichi!”

“And you don’t have to be a jealous girlfriend about it, y/n!”

“I’m not your girlfriend!”

“Exactly! So why are you stirring the shitpot with me tonight? Even if I am fucking my ex - which I’m not! - what the fuck do you care? Hm? Maybe you do wanna be with me?!”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, feigning indifference. “Please. You’re not even my type.”

Without missing a beat, Daichi quipped back. “What, not toxic enough for ya?”

You whipped around to face him again, your eyebrows knitting. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that I know I treat you right and respect your boundaries! I want to take care of you, but you only seem to be interested in emotionally unavailable asshats who want to take advantage of you!”

“How dare you-” you hissed through gritted teeth.

“What, tell you the truth? You think I don’t see it? You think I don’t know what your fucking game is? Once again, pushing me away, trying to sabotage everything between us? Why? Because that’s what’s familiar to you? Staying and being honest about how you feel makes you uncomfortable as fuck, doesn’t it?”

You cut him off, “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are-”

“I think I’m the guy who can make you happy-” 

“I’m already happy!” you snapped, eyebrows deeply knitted and your lips twisting in an effort to keep more tears from falling before sliding into the driver’s seat.

Daichi put his hands up in sarcastic surrender as he took a couple of steps back. “I rest my case,” he said calmly with a victorious smirk. 

“Fuck you, Daichi!” You slammed the door, backed out, and peeled away from the bar. 

Suga stepped outside as Daichi watched your tail lights disappear. He ran his fingers through his hair with a growl before yelling “FUCK!” out into the night. 

“Hey, bro…” Suga said gingerly, testing the waters. “Are you gonna go after her?” 

Daichi’s laugh sounded borderline maniacal as he turned and swatted his arm at the notion, batting it away. “No! She wants to be left alone, let her be alone! I’ve had enough of her sanctimonious shit for one night! I’m going to have a good time!” he said, marching indignantly back inside the bar. 

Suga sighed before turning and following suit.

Less than a mile from the bar, you couldn’t see through the tears and had to pull over. Daichi had cut right to the core of your insecurities, pulled them out, and held them up to the painful light of scrutiny. He had exposed you. He had left your ego standing naked after stripping you bare of your bullshit. He had seen right through you all along and it left you feeling embarrassed, vulnerable, and ashamed.

You had stopped crying by the time you made it back home, but your embarrassment and shame had turned to anger and resentment. To say you were pissed off at Daichi was a worthy contender for the Understatement of the Year award. 

“This guy! The fucking audacity!” you yelled to no one as you opened the front door. “He can kiss my ass! Make me happy…” You threw your coat to the foyer floor as you grumbled on, your self-righteous rant continuing as you stomped through the empty house. “I can make my damn self happy! I can take care of myself! I don’t need a man, especially not him! Stupid jerkwad of a cop!”

You yanked your phone out of your clutch and checked your phone to see that Suga had texted you. You cursed your disappointment at Daichi’s apparent lack of concern or effort to make sure you’d even made it home safely. Fuck him.

SugaPie: please let me know you made it home okay? 

You: I’m home. 

SugaPie: are you okay? you want me to come over? 

You: I just wanna be alone right now. 

SugaPie: okay, let me know if you change your mind. I’ve got my phone on vibrate. 

You: k, thanks. 

Back at the bar, Daichi had been throwing the drinks back with abandon. His frustration level had been rising for a couple of weeks, since the day after your stargazing…whatever the hell it was. He’d tried being patient, he’d tried bottling it up, he’d even taken a page from your book and tried putting cold distance between you. After your argument outside that night, his patience had reached a tipping point, and what better way to blow off steam than to get piss drunk and flirt with Yui. He wouldn’t normally reduce himself to such immature behavior but at his lowest, even the stable and responsible Daichi Sawamura had it in him to be a manipulative, petulant asshole. 

Suga groaned as he watched Daichi regress 15 years and act a fool all night. He tried a couple of times to lure him away from Yui with excuses about why he needed to come hang out with his bros, but every time he’d get Daichi away from her it was only a matter of time before she came prancing back over to wherever he was. 

Suga never really cared for her, to be honest. He was only one of a few people who knew that she had cheated on Daichi last year with his buddy from middle school. And he certainly didn’t want to see his best friend piss away whatever was left between the two of you by letting him do something stupid…like Yui, for example. 

But Daichi became increasingly agitated and (accurately) accused Suga of cockblocking every time he tried to maneuver him away from his ex. Finally, Suga threw his hands in the air and settled for keeping an eye on his drunk friend from a distance. Having to be the adult supervision for Daichi was a rarity, but when it was necessary, everyone looked to the former vice captain. If he hadn’t already been at the bar tonight, the other guys would’ve called him. Suga’s the only one of them Daichi has never tried to fight when he’s been drunk and acting like a raging prick.

The more Daichi drank the louder he got. He was slurring his speech and had stumbled into another guy. From his perch at the table, Suga’s eyes grew as wide as saucers when the guy, probably equally as drunk, bowed up to Daichi and exchanged some heated words. Fortunately, it didn’t escalate beyond that since the other guy tucked tail and backed off when Daichi flashed his badge and told the guy to fuck off. 

For the rest of the night, Suga strategically placed himself mere feet from Daichi wherever he went so that if something popped off, he’d be in the wings to help his buddy out. Even if said buddy was acting like a douchenozzle at the moment, he was still his best friend.

The bartenders shouted last call when Daichi and Yui made their way to the back door and out onto the bar’s patio. Sneaky Suga followed far enough behind that they were unaware of his presence. It wasn’t as crowded out there and after some more playful banter, Suga watched as Yui placed her hand on Daichi’s cheek and pulled him down for a kiss. Not only did Daichi not back away or try to stop her, he kissed her back. Hard. With a lot of tongue. 

Suga decided it was time to step in when his bestie suddenly doubled over and puked his guts out, barely missing Yui’s face and hitting her shoes instead. She shrieked and backed away with something between disgust and shock all over her face.

“Jesus Christ! Okay loverboy, let’s get you home!” Suga said with a grimace as he patted Daichi’s back.

Daichi pushed Suga’s hand away and spit on the ground before looking at him with half-open, unfocused eyes. “Nah, fuck that! I’m goin’ home witfh Yui ‘n m’gonna fugck ‘er!”

Suga wanted to punch his friend in his stupid, inebriated face, but didn’t want to get any vomit on his hand so he kept his cool and said, “I think you just blew your chances of that all over her feet, Daichi.”

Daichi groaned.

“Dude, listen. I get that you’re pissed at y/n, but as your friend I’m advising you to keep your dick dry tonight or you’ll seriously regret it.” Suga glanced over at a still-surprised Yui, knowing she could hear him, but fuck it. She wasn’t very smart, but he knew she could do enough math in her head to understand that “y/n” was far more than a friend to Daichi. “Y/n is probably asleep in her bed right now and to be perfectly honest, bro, that’s where you should be too! Not here trying to get even with her by fucking your ex.”

“F’m gonna do th’time, migh’ as well do th’crime,” he slurred, weakly swatting at Suga with a hiccup.

“Then I’m making a citizen’s arrest,” Suga said, making Daichi laugh. “Come on, let’s go.”

Suga pulled his friend’s arm across his shoulders and his arm around his back, but Daichi’s hand went down hard on the patio table beside them as his laughter turned to anguish, Yui long forgotten. “‘M fallin for ‘er, Suga! ‘M fuggin fallin’n love with ‘er!” Daichi lamented, drunk crying with his arm covering his glassy, bloodshot eyes.

Asahi saw Suga stumbling inside with Daichi’s arm over his shoulder and rushed over with Kuroo to help get Daichi out to Asahi’s car. Suga squared up Daichi’s bill at the bar and walked out with Bokuto to join their friends. 

Suga told Asahi, who had volunteered to be the designated driver, that he would stay at Daichi’s place to make sure he made it inside and to bed without passing out in a pool of his own sick. He could count on one hand how many times he’d had to do this for Daichi. It was a rare occurrence, but it certainly wasn’t the first time.

“You sure you can handle him by yourself, Suga?” Kuroo asked, offering to help.

“Fucgk allaya! Talkin’ bout me like ‘m not even here! I can fuggin walk ‘n don’ need yer help!” Daichi sputtered, nearly falling out of the back seat when he opened the car door in his driveway. 

Suga got out and hurried to the other side to help his friend so he wouldn’t fall face first onto the concrete. By the time he got there though, Daichi was puking again. Bokuto, whose stomach flipped at the sound of it, jumped out of the car and started barfing as well. Asahi, who wasn’t even drunk, had been sympathy gagging and when Bo lost it, so did he. 

Suga looked up to see three of his friends puking in Daichi’s front yard and driveway. “Oh my god, fuck all of you! You’re all a bunch of wimps!” Kuroo huffed and Suga clarified, “Except you, Tetsurou. You’re cool.” 

Volunteering his aid with a laugh, Kuroo got out of the passenger side to help Suga walk the plastered police officer to his front door, giving the other two a chance to pull themselves together. Suga unhooked the carabiner of keys from Daichi’s belt loop and unlocked the door. 

The former Nekoma captain helped Suga get Daichi to his bathroom before setting him down to lean against the wall next to his toilet in case he tossed his cookies again. Daichi tried to be belligerent a couple of times, but failed on account of being too sleepy to pose any real threat to anyone. They rid him of his shirt and pants and cleaned him up, making light of Daichi’s asinine protests. 

They’d barely gotten him to his bed before he passed out. Suga thanked Kuroo and assured him he could take it from here. Once the rest of the guys had left, Suga grabbed a blanket and draped it over Daichi’s body before setting up camp on his couch for the night.

It was just after 10:30 on Saturday morning when Suga woke up on the couch with a dull headache and a growling stomach. He’d gotten rather tipsy last night as well, though nowhere near the level to which Daichi had. The school teacher got up and followed the faint groans of his former teammate as he made his way down the short hallway to his bedroom door.

Suga spoke softly, mindful of Daichi’s probable bitch of a hangover. “Hey man, gonna make some coffee if you want some…”

Still lying in bed with his head splitting, Daichi could only respond with a grunt as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

Several minutes later, Suga heard his friend before he saw him. Daichi shuffled into the kitchen, moaning and wincing at the bright morning sunlight while covering his eyes. He plopped into a chair at his table and grumbled, “What th’fuck happened las’night?”

Though he wasn’t surprised that Daichi couldn’t remember, Suga frowned knowing he was going to be the one to fill him in on his shenanigans. He set a small glass of water and some pain reliever on the table next to Daichi, who popped them before chugging down the entire glass of water in three gulps. 

“What do you remember?” Suga asked, wondering if downing that much water just yet was a good idea as he added it to the list of Daichi’s questionable decisions over the past 12 hours. 

With his elbow resting on the table, Daichi propped his head in one hand while rubbing his face with the other. “Gettin’ in a fight with y/n…then goin’ back in th’bar…” He complained about feeling like shit before continuing. “...Yui was there…”

Suga glanced at him sideways as he poured him a fresh cup of black coffee.

“Fuck-” Daichi whispered, “I don’remmber anythin’ else…”

“Do you remember going out to the bar patio with Yui?”

Shielding his eyes from the daylight, Daichi furrowed his brow in concentration for a moment. “No?”

“You kissed her.”

“Who?”

“Yui.”

“Wha–?” Daichi looked over at Suga long enough to see him nod with a frown. 

“Yeahhh…then you threw up on her.”

“You’re kiddin…” 

Suga pursed his lips and shook his head slowly. “It was glorious.”

Daichi cringed, burying his face in both hands now. “Oh shit…”

“Then you said you were going to fuck her…”

Daichi didn’t move, his hands still covering his face.

“...in front of her.”

Daichi’s hand moved to cover his mouth as he rushed to the kitchen sink and hurled once again, cursing as he spit and gagged.

Suga shook his head and fetched the bottle of pain reliever. “At least you made it to a drain this time,” he mumbled, setting the pills and coffee on the table.

Daichi turned the faucet on and rinsed his mouth before grabbing a nearby dish towel and dragging himself back over to the table. Suga brought him more water just as he picked up the second round of headache medicine. “Don’t chug it this time.”

Daichi wiped his mouth with the back of his hand after swallowing the replacement pills. “I gotta ‘pologize to ‘er…” he grumbled remorsefully.

“Y/n kinda owes you an apology too.”

“M’not talkin bout y/n. Talkin bout Yui.”

Suga closed the refrigerator door and twisted his torso to look at his friend. “Yui?”

“Yeah. For actin like a douche-”

“What about y/n?”

“Whatabout ‘er?”

Suga tipped his hand back. “So that’s it? You’re just done with her?” he asked in an unconvinced tone. 

“Yeah,” Daichi replied defensively. “What else s’there t’do, Suga? The fuck can I do? I can’t…’ve done all I can! Th’ball’s in her fuckin court! If she doesn’t wanna be with me, m’not gonna force it! But m’not gonna let her hold th’fact that we’re not together o’er my damn head either! Like it’s my fuckin fault! F’I had my way, we would be together! She…” He growled. “Fuck her for pushin’ me away n’ then bein mad at me for gettin’ on with m’life!”

“Big words for someone who’s falling in love with her…” Suga mumbled. 

“Who said I’m fallin in love with ‘er?”

“You did, dumbass! Last night while you were three sheets to the wind!”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. ‘Oh’ is right,” Suga mocked. “Or was that just the booze talking?”

“No,” Daichi admitted, shaking his head in his hand. “I am fallin for ‘er, Suga, and tha’s egxactly why I need ta put the brakes on everythin. I’m in too deep and m’fuckin heart is breakin,” he said with a voice crack and a sniffle. 

Suga’s shoulders slumped in defeat. He loved the idea of you and Daichi. The poignancy of the dynamic between you was the stuff of fairy tales and sappy romcoms. 

The cop and the survivor. 

The survivor who used to dream of being with a man who would take care of her, and finally meeting him only after she herself had long been independent and self-sufficient. The one who equated cops with danger and mistrust ultimately finding solace and safety in one. 

Suga knew you would be perfect for Daichi too if you could get past your fears of intimacy and abandonment. More than anything he wished he could snap his fingers and make you both see in each other what was so clear and obvious to him. 

He knew he wasn’t wrong. He knew that you and Daichi could finally find what you both deserved in each other. Perhaps this was just part of the process and pain of growing together rather than apart. 

Even if the two of you had lost hope, Suga had not.

ch. 9 ☆ ch. 11 (wip)

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[crestfallen-infatuation]

Uh, ayy, live from the Crescent, it's the Christ like figure

Riding in the North with some ice cold killers

Raised on the Bank, start young drug dealing

Now my money in the banks, tripled up cartwheeling

Hoes on my nuts wanna licky, licky, lick

If you know me, then you know I give no fuck about a bitch

Live from the sticks, always got the pistol gripped

Five in the clip, let that motherfucker kick

Smoked out, loced out, homies on the jose

Top down, spokes out, smoking on a port

Crack rock, dope house, shooters with a scope

Grew up where your mama always told you not to go

Get my dick sucked, mane, these hoes just a nut

Playing with her pussy while she sitting in the front

Another in the back, rolling, smoking on a blunt

Bitch, what you doin'? Get the fuck up here and

Lick my nuts, lick my, lick my nuts, lick my, lick my (I tell 'em)

Lick my nuts, lick my, lick my nuts, lick my, lick my (I tell 'em)

Lick my nuts, lick my, lick my nuts, lick my, lick my (I tell 'em)

Lick my nuts, lick my, lick my, lick my nuts, lick my, lick my (I tell 'em)

Yeah, live from the crypt off about five scripts

Live from the ville with your bitch in my crib

Ring, ring, go the phone, it's another call missed

Hard to have a convo when her lips on my dick, yeah

Fuck the 5-0, still dead to a snitch

Can say that shit enough, talkin' like a new trend, yeah

Ride like a pimp, Cadillac with the tint

I can have them killers do you in all for some rent

Slicky heaven-sent, but I'm looking like the devil

Ruger, choppa, draco, always toting heavy metal

Hustle like a fiend even though my life settled

Every bitches dream, it's the boy Lil Wetto

Work the wood like Geppetto while I'm smokin' on gelato

Koopsta on the speakers with my foot on the petal

Rose from the ghetto, boy, rose from the dead

Gimme, gimme head, gimme head, gimme head

[aikuutv]

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Vietnamese Oliver Aiku headcanons

Warning - mentions of food | aiku being a lil bitch |

Wasian Boy Aiku my beloathed and beloved

Oliver Aiku is the peak Kevin Nguyen meme 

That slightly overgrown guy hair with the fade underneath? Yeah that would be Aiku’s hair canon (Nomura-sensei told me himself via email)

 He has a dainty silver chain that sits so pretty on his collar bone (salivates 🤤🤤🤤🤤) 

 Aiku has his ears pierced with golden/silver studs usually, sometimes he wears pretty dangly earrings with a little jade in them for taking girls out or special occasions 

He gives out li xis to little kids (red envelope)

 He wears Louis vuitton dress shirts and with air forces and and with the silver chain with a jade pendant his grandma gave him back in Vietnam

She also gave him a jade bracelet, jade rings, jade earrings, and jade necklaces (he's the favorite grandchild for her because Aiku looks like her late-husband)

 your not vietnamese if you don’t eat sriracha sauce at least with your rice at times or pho or any dish /j

luckily spice whore Aiku does because he puts that sauce on everything he eats

he eats sriracha with his rice and his ramyun and his noodle dishes and rice dishes and on french fries and steak (steak with rice and mix of ketchup/sriracha is god tier) 

 He’ll even carry it around in his travels when airplane food is too bland or if a dish needs a lil kick (just imagine him whipping out a mini bottle of sriracha in the middle of his dinner date like “don’t worry babe i gotchu’ :squirts way too much sauce on:

 speaking of which, his fav viet dish is bun bo hue I don’t make the rules yes I do 

The blood in the soup? He fucks with that (if he can like salted squid innards on his rice then I can see he looks blood bloods in bun bo hue) 

He also likes bun rieu with many fish balls 

Aiku can down cups of Che (those little crunchy red things are so good)

Durian. The only fruit ever. Aiku loves it, his mother’s side of the family loves it (she’s half Japanese/Vietnamese while his dad is Swedish/German another hc ) whether it’s frozen or fresh chopped in the motherland itself Aiku will never pass Durian (it doesn’t smell like garbage when frozen its similar to  creamy ice cream with a tang) 

Okay when you go to a family viet party you will never not find Heinekens/Coronas, weed, dads smoking outside, moms surrounding each other in the kitchen, teens upstairs somewhere on their phones, and the little kids running around 

Where Aiku falls under that category is all of them he fits anywhere he feels like 

Oliver Aiku is the master of laughing loudly with the dads/uncles and karaoking with them cause what viet party is without music/obnoxious singing? 

IT'S THE KIND TO WRING IN YOUR EAR

TO LEAK THROUGH THE WALLS 

No but aiku can sing for real I know he’s been through way too many karaoke dates throughout his teen years not to develop his vocal skills 

But then again, that is when he wants to impress pretty girls 

This was belting out to vietnamese songs with a bunch of drunk uncles, shoulder to shoulder as their voices cry out the most sappy or sad song you can find 

you can find him listening to the mums gossip, pinching his cheeks about “OZOUII WHEN YOU GETTING MARRIED WITH GIRL HUH” “here! Have this cream for your skin it's so good for cracked skin like yours Olivber” “You want a haircut? I’ll give you discount eh?” 

When the anties ever say ANYTHING about girls he just smiles awkwardly and nods cause its the hoe life or no life for him 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

If he’s chilling with the teens then they’re playing video games no questions asked (i am projecting this is what my viet friends do at any gathering) 

HE LIFTS UP THE LITTLE KIDS IF THEY ASK OK AIKU IS GOOD WITH KIDS FACTS 

He stacks plates and all the aunties/moms keep pushing him to take home whatever was made for every fam party (bao, spring rolls, che, bun bo nam bo, the world yknow?) oh and a BUNCH of fruits 

Mango, mangosteen, rose apples, grapes 

If you don’t know what mangosteen is all you need to know is that it has a shell that you need to either break between your hands, open with a knife or smush it against a hard surface 

OKOKOK when lunar new years roll around you know the drill 

All the heavy duty Josie cleaning stuff Aiku does 

(Idk if its just my family but boiling dried grapefruit skin in a very large pot to bath in before lunar new years to bring good luck and all) 

Aiku playing bao cua tom ca (it means bag, crab, fish, lobster, chief) 

It’s a gambling game with coins and a die and let me tell you

AIku goes hard on the gambling 

All coins in, hes betting like he doesn’t have a mama to care for and he does well for himself (it really depends on how many drinks he has for the time being) 

HE IS THE BANK MATERIAL GUUUURRL ✨💅👯‍♀️

Aiku is the designated labor hound in the family 

Groceries in the car? Don’t worry Aiku’s single handedly doing one trip AND the rice bags back and forth 

Need a huge vat of bone marrow to make pho? No problem aiku is lifting it to the kitchen already

Aiku gets so overworked over new years 

His compensation is the food and girls in ao dai for him to flirt with (which his relatives try to set him up and scold him if he makes them pissed off,,,,,one even tried to pull out a rice paddle from the kitchen to smack his ass) 

SPEAKING OF– 

AIKU IN AN AO GAM 

Him in like a black one with golden embroiderment and the pattern is like snacks or clouds ooooo him in a blue one or white one I'm screeching 

He’s sent out as a human sacrifice to light the fire crackers lol 

His mom has the stereotypical job of nail technician, which meant that little aiku had to be dragged to his mother’s workplace that she owns  

He either sat in the pedicure seats, in the back with shrimp chips or actually helping his mom

He knows how to file nails, do the basic coats and even jeweling

His mom’s coworkers would fawn at him and give him candies at the cash register 

Now they bully him about his present hair whenever he visits the nail salon 

A typical convo between mother and son:

 “Aye, why is your hair so messy and long?! You a world star soccer player and you look homeless!!”

 “mę it's not thaaaaat bad–” 

“No it looks like you don’t shower get haircut I will do okay-” 

“MĘĘĘĘ THIS IS HOW I GET GIRLS”

 “BOY YOU TOLD ME YOU CHEAT LAST TIME AT THE KARAOKE WITH YOUR FRIENDS HOW IS THAT GETTING ANY GIRL TO MARRY?!!”

 “MARRY!? IM 19–“ 

“MY FRIEND HAS A DAUGHTER WHO GOES TO VERY GOOD UNIVERSITY YOU SHOULD MEET” 

and so on in berating viet from aiku’s mother 

I JUST THOUGHT OF THIS Aiku calls his dad otou-san/pappa (apparently the swedish say papa like that) and his mom mę/kaa-san (viet way of mom) 

His place has a box of tiger balm and that eagle oil and salonpas (okay so i have a thing the patched up look and aiku using them around his sore muscles ouchie mama)

When he helps to make spring rolls they are overstuffed so he has to double rice sheets lmaooo

Even his 12 year old cousins make prettier ones than him its pathetic 

This guy. LOVES WITH HIS WHOLE MAN BOOBIES viet coffee ok it just hits different 

He has the coffee drip, condense milk, the viet coffee his mom gives him when he visits her, blasts a viet love song and vibes 

Okay the most traumatizing thing after his ideals being crushed was definitely viet school (every saturday from 9am to 12pm) 

All the lessons and repetitive worksheets and the dances in the gym 💀 💀 

In elementary he was in a viet youth group (he was a lion dancer don’t ask) as well along with viet school and soccer practice (lmao overworked Asian kid) 

Aiku’s bubble tea order is a bit basic. He just orders regular bubble tea with reduced sugar and less ice or any kind with coffee in it (pov your on a boba date with Aiku and you try each other’s drinks omg should be me) 

He gets dragged around by his mom in malls for clothing like he’ll be sitting in the store seats while she looks at articles of clothing lined up and hold up any clothes that would fit her son, “Em oy! Look at these jeans, try them on!” “Mm okay Mę 😞” (they’ve been at the same store for 1½ hours) 

His wallet has a few credit cards, a debit card, numbers from various girls and the most important…A COSTCO CARD 

he has one for the cheap gas cause he may like 15,000,000 yen in a single neo league match from soccer teams but anything for a bargain 

He hits on the older ladies at the meat section of Costco 🙃🥴😎 (“aha can I get your snapchat mamas?”)

He likes the lemon ginger kombucha and usually tries to grab as many samples as he can (if he has siblings then he bribes them to give their portion) 

Whenever the u-20 team has to fly out for a match or travel Aiku downloads shows/drama to pass the time

Only, they’re all in vietnamese dub so the team is just so confused what their captain is watching and whenever they try to ask him what’s happening on screen he fucks with them saying shit like,

“Oh the husband is currently homeless right now due to the wife marrying a goose.”

what. 

Yeah whoever sits next to Aiku during travel times watches his shows with him and just makes up what characters say it’s very fun 

he has photos when he was younger wearing the ugliest character shirts with a lighting bolt fade on the side of his hair posing like the power rangers  

[horsemenoftheapocalypse-if]

Hoe do I melt Liz's heart? 🥹

Ahh yes how do we melt the Ice Queen's heart?

A good question warrants a good answer. You see Elizabeth(Elza as I like to call her) is a very hard to please woman. She has very high standards. Remember that I said she's classical and traditional one well you can use that to your advantage to crack the walls around her.

Although bear in mind this things.

Elza loathes when she sees you as a deadweight, she will even tell it your face. But she despises even more when you treat like fragile glass. No! What she finds amenable is that you will see her as an equal and you keeping up in equal footing with her. So how do you balance being an reliable and trusting lover for her? That's for you to improvise Readers.

2. As I said before and I will say it again. She's an old school woman, treat her to dinners, buy her a ticket to the opera or compose her a sonata the choice is yours. Yet don't think it will be easy! You thought your the first that tried to capture her heart? Many have courted Elza in the past yet none have succeeded using the same tactics. So she might be a little skeptical of your dinner intentions but she will still accept to see it where it goes. Just don't get your hopes up Readers for this has no guarantee.

3. Elza is a very professional person which sadly she incorporated it to her new horseman life. She as a different attitude for work and her personal life. Rude and serious all the time when stitching wounds but in her breaks the same although she's a tiny teensy cordial.

So keep this 3 in mind and you might be able to seduce her. There are many things about her but if we list it all this post will be very very long.

[ratsoh-writes]

*today is the day after the rejection by her family. Shes a bit swollen and carefully uses aloe and ice on the burns the machine made on her from how upset she was. Theres a crack n her soul that can be seen if u look through the grates. She just needs time for that to heal.*

*shes still eager to get on with life*

(Nobody beats me n terms of angst and whump. I am the angst queen and nobody can take my title mwahaha)

(Gretas appointment is next week, not yet)

(Fun fact: Greta needs 5,000 calories every day. Always has a high calorie drink or snack with her. With learning to cook, she can make sure they r, mostly, healthy foods. Shell never give up cake)

Get this hoe therapy man.

[yoke9494]

Crackhead Activity. (Chap:2)

Chapter from a new crackfic (can be found on Wattpad/AO3)*Yoke94*

College AU (aged up *Yuji & friends*/aged down *Gojo & friends/curses*)

Ever wonder what it was like to go camping with some of the characters from Jujutsu Kaisen for spring break?

Dumbasses who shouldn't be left unsupervised

Geto and his sex cult

Gojo likes the movie Ice Age.

Sukuna is a himbo

Mahito does magic tricks

Not proofread. Usually half asleep when I write this..

Don't do crack. Just read crackfics..

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Damn Junpei!

Yuji wasn't too far off when he said Juni would be making a house. He didn't actually build one but his tent was shaped like a small home..

You could hear all the guys struggling to take everything off the bus. You didn't see why you had to make 3 stops just so they could buy cases of alcohol.. You even told all of them that someone was going to die and tried to put a few bottles of vodka back on the shelves.

But Gojo ended up playing sugar daddy with your snacks so you shut up... Fly high to whomever would get alcohol poisoning. (Your money was on Gojo or Sukuna.. Hell, probably both.)

You just had to..

"Hey Junpei?"

He looked up at you while he was tying his tent down. "Hm?"

"Can I look inside? This shit looks awesome!"

That sheepish smile lit up his face. "Yes! I spent all morning putting it up."

..... It was like that scene in Harry Potter, you know when the boy who lives walks into that shaggy looking tent, only for it to be a full blown house?

Nobara and Maki are gonna hate you. But the second Junpei walked in with a small portable AC unit...

"Heyyyy Junpei.. you know you're my favorite man of all time right?"

He raised a bow. "I thought that was Megumi?"

You snorted. "Of course not! It's always been you! But I have a favor to ask?"

He chuckled. "Sure. You can sleep with me.. I brought a bigger mattress because I thought Yuji would be staying with me. But fuck him, he doesn't have tits."

".... You're such a gentleman. I just might let you squeeze one."

"YES!"

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Maki clicked her tongue. Nobara stared you down while you helped Geto set up the fire pit.

(Maki) "Traitor."

(Nobara) "We all promised to sleep in the same tent. Now we have to deal with Yuji! He farts in his sleep!"

You shrugged and smiled at them. "I'm sorry, really. But Junpei has a memory foam mattress...."

Both their eyes went wide. In unison. "Bullshit! He dose not?!"

You crossed your heart while Maki snorted. "Shit, you're forgiven then.."

Nobara nodded. "I would have ditched you both so fast too if I had known that."

"You do know when you fuck on memory foam you sweat more? It also makes a weird crunching noise when you're fucking. Like your chewing on a snow cone.."

The three of you looked at Geto. He stuck out his tongue and shrugged. "What? I just thought you all should know--" he than turned to you. "Wait. Is your man going to be okay with you sleeping in another dudes bed? I heard he was a piece of work."

Nobara rolled her eyes and answered before you could. "They broke up." With her man like strength she slapped your back. "Y/n's in her hoe era now. That's why she's been eye fucking Sukuna."

Geto shook his head. "Out of all people? You do know Sukuna doesn't even know how to spell Orange.. He thinks the color and the fruit are spelled differently."

You huffed. " Okay, I know he's not the smartest... But he's so prudy!"

He looked off to the side to see Sukuna with Gojo, they were a few feet away and crouching.. They looked like they were looking at bugs or something on the ground. "Actually, me and Gojo are looking for another girlfriend.. I'd like to have you be--"

Maki cut him off this time. He had to be lying.. you didn't need anymore cheating men in your life.. "Aren't you two still dating Shelby? Don't try to rope Y/n into your weird sex cult shit."

Geto gave her a deadpanned look. "It's not a cult! And for your information, I don't like Shelby that much. She's only in it for Gojo. He agreed to break it off when I found someone I liked.. and--" he sighed before he turned to yell at his boyfriend?.. "Gojo! Why did you pick Shelby again?!"

The white haired loser looked up from the ant hill and smiled. "She reminds me of Sid from Ice Age! Why?!"

Geto yelled back. "I'm trying to get another girlfriend!" 

Gojo tilted his head. "You're shooting your shot with two lesbians and a taken woman?! You're beautiful babe, but I don't think you're pretty enough to turn them or make that one commit adultery!"

"They broke up!"

Could Gojo teleport? Because as soon as Geto said those three words, Gojo was by your side..

"Uh...?"

Before you could scoot yourself away your face was in his titties. He smelt nice, but you couldn't really breathe with the death grip he had on you.

"Y/n! Why didn't you come to me! We'll take care of you! Fuck Shelby! You can sleep between me and Geto! We cou-"

Maki slapped the back of his head. "Let her go! She didn't agree to it! And you can't just drop girls like They're not human!. This Shelby chick might hold a grudge and try to hurt OUR Y/n!"

Why was everyone so loud?!  All the poor animals were probably going deaf.

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The fire pit was ready... After a few hours of dealing with Gojo. You told them both you'd think about it. Right now you just need time to have fun before trying to be in some kind of "relationship" again. Of course the white haired one whined but Geto told you to take your time. Gojo still needed to RESPECTFULLY call it quits with his sloth anyways..

You and Megumi started walking around the area. Collecting sticks to start the fire with. Your sad bunny was gone off his ass, he had been eating small pieces of the cookies. You didn't blame him since he was being followed by Mahito for a good while. Thankfully Choso needed his help with something..

A small beep came from his pocket. You watched him try to read the screen before he handed his phone to you.

"Does that say duck or dick?"

It was a picture from Toge. You snorted when you saw Panda passed out in the sand.

"Toge said Panda almost got his dick bit off by a shark."

(Panda is human in this one. Just imagine a big burly dude...)

Megumi chuckled.. He looked up with a dazed look, then he took a deep breath and chuckled again.

"I almost forgot how to breathe.."

You snorted and continued your search. "How are you getting signal out here?"

Megumi shrugged. "It's not like how they show it in the movies and TV shows. You still get service out here. It's just a little shitty so you need to move around."

Good to know. You've never really been camping before. You figured nothing would work so you turned off your phone and threw it into one of your bags. Good thing too because a few messages would have ruined your fun..

Especially after Gojo snuck a few pictures of you with Geto laughing together, Sukuna looking at your ass when you were bending over, and Yuji wearing your bra on his head... He posted them to his Instagram, Gojo had so many followers and the likes just kept building up.

With A small pile of sticks in your arms and one in Megumi's. (He said it was a magic stick that would keep him from floating away. As long as he didn't let it go, he'd be safe.)

When you returned to the campsite, Megumi went straight to his tent. He wanted to take a quick power nap since the music that was playing was giving him a headache. (There was no music.)

You looked around and noticed Nobara and Maki were gone. Geto was still by the fire pit, But now he was with Choso and Mahito. They all were digging into one of the many ice chest to see what Yuji (Junpei) packed to eat.

"Where's Maki and Nobara?"

Mahito sighed. "They went to go look at the lake. It's almost sunset so we just left them alone... Let them carpet munch in the warm glowing light of the sun..."

"Aww, That sounds romantic. Good for them."

Mahito laughed while the other two shook their heads.

How was It was already getting dark? It actually took you all day just to get the area ready? This small group really shouldn't be left outdoors... You didn't even get enough wood to keep the fire pit going.. The boogie man was going to have an easy dinner tonight...

"This is all we could find on the ground. But I think Junpei brought some multipurpose tools? He probably has something that we could use to cut a few more branches down."

Choso nodded his head, motioning for you to turn around. "You're good. I think those three got it."

You turned... Your eyes landed on Junpei first. He was sitting on the ground with a worried look on his face.

You weren't sure why he looked like that. Untill you heard grunting.. How was it that these two haven't killed themselves on accident yet?

Gojo was climbing a tree and trying to kick some twigs down. Yuji was under Gojo trying to catch the falling branches. One of them almost speared his eye...

"Are they stupid?" 

You all flinched when the branch under Gojo gave out. He only fell a few inches before his daddy long legs got caught on another branch. His body swung back and forth as he laughed..

"That was a close one! Yuji, Did I knock more branches down?!"

You on the other hand were freaking out. He was still a few feet off the ground and hanging upsidedown! He could fall and break his neck!

"Geto. Should we help him down? He's going to hurt himself."

He looked up. "Eh, if he hits his head there won't be that much damage. He has a thick skull.." he yelled out to Gojo. "Baby! Get the branches at the top!"

Gojo twisted his body to look at Geto. He gave him a thumbs up before trying to pull himself up right... He fell. Not on his neck but his back, it looked like it hurted.

Geto clicked his tongue. "Damn, now he's going to act like a baby when we go to bed."

You all watched something stupid happen again. Sakuna had ran into the tree and flew back. What was this other dumbass doing?

Gojo and Yuji laughed. Junpei just looked lost, but he was clapping? Just trying to be the supportive friend.

"Okay? What's that one doing?"

(Mahito) "He's trying to knock the tree down." He cupped his hands around his mouth. "Go farther this time! It almost tipped over!"

The tree didn't even shake...

Sakuna flipped him off but started running the other way... He just needed one more running start. He could feel it!

(Geto) "That's the dude you wanna get dicked down by? If he accidentally gets you pregnant, your kids are going to eat crayons for sure."

You looked at him before looking back at Gojo. He was still laying on the ground... Yuji was trying to get him up.

You all heard a long fart come from Gojo before Yuji dropped him.

(Choso) "That sounded loose.."

(Mahito) "You really need to take it easy on his ass Geto. His entrails are going to fall out of his butthole."

You snorted when Gojo got up and tried to run into the tree like Sukuna was doing. It'll definitely fall now!

"Geto... you're judging me? Look at your man. He's actually humping the tree now.."

Geto rolled his eyes. "Shut up, that might be your man one day too."

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The sky was now a light blue.. Nobara and Maki finally came back from the lake. They both claimed they were looking for a good spot for everyone to go swimming tomorrow.

No one bought it.. especially since Nobara was as red as a tomato and Maki's hair was pulled out of her usual ponytail.

(Gojo) "I can smell pussy on your breath..."

You and Mahito choked on your marshmallows.(He promised that he wouldn't pull out any spiders tonight) Megumi slapped the back of Gojo's head while Geto was telling him to punch the big mouth next time.

(Maki) "Jealous?"

(Yuji, Sukuna, Geto and Choso) "Yes."

You were about to ask Sukuna if he wanted to see the inside of Junpei's tent. But Gojo must have sensed it and suddenly stood up from the ice chest he was sitting on.

"Alright, now that we're all FINALLY here... I wanna play a game!"

Everyone groaned, except for Yuji. The younger twin perked up and tried to peak at what Gojo was trying to dig out of the chest.

He gasped. "What the fuck is that?!"

Gojo pulled out a heavy looking bottle. The bottle looked familiar but you couldn't remember where you've seen it...

Then it hit you. The frosted glass and the round-ish shape. The red and black lettering... You knew you all were in trouble when you noticed the menacing looking skull wearing a sombrero.

"Gojo... That's not what I think it is?"

He smiled at you. "Yepp. Vodquila!"

*War flashbacks*

You felt the vile go up your throat. No you've never tasted it, but you remember the smell of Nanami's throw up.

The memory was way back in highschool. You found him stumbling in the halls looking for Ijichi and Yu. He recognized you as one of Yuji's friends and proceeded to tell you a drunk rant about a girl from his gym class offering him a drink of her Gatorade. It was 80% Vodquila and 20% lime margarita mix.

Without warning... Nanami projectile vomited straight onto your chest. The smell of alcohol and the school's pizza will forever haunt your nose.

To this day Nanami can't look you in the eyes. He still apologizes and gives you small gifts here and there. (Buys you lunch or coffee) You've told him over and over again it was fine and you forgave him. The man just felt so bad...  And hey, free food!

***

Before you knew it, Gojo held a small red shot glass infront of your face. You weren't really listening to the rules..

"What?"

His shoulders drop. "You weren't paying attention to me? Y/nnnn. That hurts.."

You slowly grabbed the cup. "Uh.. sorry? I was zoning out, my sugars high from all those marshmallows."

Gojo gasped. "Babe! You have  dialysis?"

Was he drunk already?

Yuji scoffed. "You mean diabetes, idiot! And no she's fine."

(Mahito) "Probably just disassociated from reality because you have an annoying voice."

Gojo's neck snapped to Mahito. "Say that again you gray bitch."

*Gasp* "fuck you! You know I'm sensitive about my skin condition! You're paler than me! Fucking underdone cracker!"

(Yuji) "All this gasping is giving me flashbacks to that mime porn video I saw yesterday..."

(You & Megumi) "They have mime porn?!"

"It's a trip! I'll show you guys later."

Geto had enough, mainly because he was thirsty. "Okay. Everyone just shut up and Gojo, sit your flat ass down." He looked at you. "And you. Listen this time.. Truth or dare. Only difference is, if you don't answer your truth it's two shots. If you don't do your dare, it's three. We all take one shot now because nobody wants to play with pussies. Got it?"

You nodded. "Yes daddy. Anything you say."

*Sukuna choking on air.*

Geto winked at you and motioned for everyone to take their shot. It burned like hell and made your eyes water. You weren't much of a drinker so you already felt a numbing tingle travel through your body and stop at your finger tips.

Gojo turned to Junpei. "Truth or Dare?"

Poor Junpei wasn't expecting to go first. He looked at everyone with a wide eye. "Uhh, Dare? No! Truth. I want truth please?"

Gojo didn't even need a second to think. He's had questions lined up for days now. "Tell us your most embarrassing sex story. And no, it can't be something tame, like you farted in her face and gave her pink eye or something. Borrring!"

It took Junpei a minute...

Gojo was already pouring his shots, thinking that Junpei was a saint and never actually had sex before..  Oh he was so wrong..

"Uh, well.. It was in highschool. I was dating her for a while now. Yuji and Y/n actually introduced us! Um, one day her parents went out of town and she invited me over.. I had some mean ass braces back then.."

You knew where this story was going. Your clam cooter started to hurt..

Junpei continued. "I didn't really know how to, you know... Eat a girl out? She told me she'd help me practice. I was getting the hang of it but I guess it wasn't enough. She started grinding her pussy on my mouth and... Her beef curtains got snagged on my braces."

The cricket and the fire crackling were drowned out but everyone's laughter. All except for you, Maki, and Nobara. You've told them this story already and it hurt just to imagine being in the poor girls spot.

(Gojo) *wheeze.* "She had that crabby patty double deluxe huh?"

Junpei nodded while Sukuna caught his breath.. "Go on? Is her pussy still there?"

Yuji had to continue the story for him. Junpei was so red and hiding his face in his hands. He should really call her and say he's sorry again.

"He called me and Y/n when he couldn't get her ham flaps out. My dumbass tried to pull his head back but it stretched with him!.. Y/n had to go in there with her fingers and get her unstuck!"

You scrunched up your face. "She was so slimy too. It took me a good 30 minutes to get a good hold on it.. I think I got her off by accident too."

(Junpei) "You did. She asked if you were single before she broke up with me."

"Damn..."

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You were last...

Everyone had done or said something embarrassing. You felt bad for Megumi who was getting his naked self bit up by nats. Gojo was drunk off his ass from sneaking a few sips here and there so Geto had to ask for him.

"Y/n. Truth or Dare?"

You looked around the fire pit. Everyone was either embarrassed from all the sexual truths or naked.

(Mahito) "Don't be scared Y/n. We're all close now.. Especially me and you."

He shifted in his seat and reached behind himself to pull out your thong from his ass cheeks. (Gojo dared him to wear it. Along with one of Maki's bras/ Nobara's bunny headband she wore to sleep.)

You sighed... Your truths would be boring. You're ex was the only guy you've ever had sex with. It was always pretty boring, good old missionary. Every. Single. Time.

Dare didn't seem so bad, but You didn't want to end up putting someone's toe in your mouth like Yuji had to..

Fuck it!

"Dare?"

Damn.. Geto was hoping you'd pick truth. He still didn't know why you and your ex broke up. He didn't just want to come out and ask in case it ended bad. But he also needed to know if he'd have to twist the guys neck when classes started up again..

(Choso) "Skinny dip and let us watch!"

Those who were "sober" turned to look at choso.. another one who was drunk off his ass... Literally sitting on the ground and holding onto Yuji's leg.

(Nobara) "Perv!"

(Maki) "Hell yeah hun. Get yo tits out!"

*Smack*

"Ow!"

(Yuji) "Maki's right. Haven't seen those bad boys in a while... Remember your break-up party?"

(Megumi) "Best party ever.."

(Junpei) "they were my phone's wallpaper for a while... Nobara made me delete it though.."

(Sukuna) "Fuck! I was gonna tell you to send it to me."

(Yuji) "I have a copy on my laptop. I'll send it to you when we get home."

"Sweet."

You walked up to Geto and grabbed the bottle. "Nah, I'm not doing that."

Everyone boo'd..

"What? It's dark!" You pointed to the trail that led to the lake. "That's some white people horror movie shit."

Everyone turned... No one really noticed how dark it was around you all. The only light was the dying fire and the small lights that Junpei hung on his tent house.

(Gojo) "Oh man... Did anyone bring a flashlight?"

"Fleshlight? Yah but she's dirty..."

Ignoring who ever said that... Everyone looked at Junpei.

"Shit! I knew I forgot something!"

Gojo groaned. "we're going swimming tomorrow afternoon. Just do it then." He staggered to grab the bottle out of your hand and fell on Geto's feet. "I'm white girl wasted anyways... I want to remember it.."

You thanked whatever God was on your side right now. Everyone was a little too buzzed to remember they had flashlights on their phones.

Nobara hummed. "I think I have one more round in me. After that I think it's time for bed." She pulled out her phone and clicked her tongue. "It's almost 3am. The spooky hour--"

The air had been warm and still...

Where the hell did this cold breeze come from? The fire suddenly went out..

Everyone was so loud a minute ago. But everyone was kind of just in shock at the sudden darkness. Even the twinkle lights on the tent was dimming..

You all felt the need to whisper. Like something or someone was watching you..

(Yuji) "Guys... I think we should go to bed now.."

(Mahito) "Do you guys know who that is? Over by that tree?"

Oh no.. you didn't want to look. But your dumbass did..

The lights flickered from Junpei's tent. You saw a shadow not too far from all of you. It looked like a person but you couldn't really tell? The small breeze came back and the person started waving at everyone.

"Nope!"

You booked it to Junpei's tent. You were sure you kicked either Gojo or Choso but you didn't give a shit right now.

(Yuji) *whisper yelling* "Its moving!!"

Bodies crashed into you as soon as you stepped foot into the small house tent. It was the only place with lights and his was the farthest away from the person! All the rustling and pushing caused the lights to fall, leaving you all in complete darkness..

Still in whispers.

(Gojo) "Geto, babe. Hold me, I'm scared.."

(Maki) "Bitch, that's my tit!"

(Geto) "Ew. Err I mean.. sorry?"

(Sukuna) "Y/n. Let me hold your ass, I'm scared."

(Yuji) "Smooth."

(Megumi) "That's my ass you're trying to finger man.."

(Sukuna) " ... What happens in the dark. Stays in the dark?"

*Smack!*

(Junpei) "Y/n? Are you okay? You're quiet."

"I'm good. But I'm just curious... Who's monster cock am I holding onto right now?"

A giggle came from beside you. "Mine. I told you we were getting close."

It was like holding onto a toddlers leg. "God damn Mahito. What are you feeding this thing?!"

"Wanna see a trick?"

You let go of him so fast. "No thanks.."

(Nobara) "Guys... I think we left Choso sitting outside."

...................................

[infinitemonkeytheory]

lyrics

One of them regular cats you find all over the damn map New York City to Phoenix rocking dusty ass Adidas / Fiendish for wax and anything that'll heat up the track / You'll find me in the back of the store 'til my fingers are black now listen / You caught me diggin' through crates I'm on a mission / Siftin' through old cuts like I was panning for gold dust / Mold must and mildew don't stop me when the fever's got me / Probably find it in my lungs at my autopsy / It don't matter rather die before my time than never find a record that's been sittin' on my mind / My wrists will never shine / No Prada or fine wine / You got obsessions? / Fuck it I've got mine!

Got no Bentley or Rolls but friends I got that

Got no bitches and hoes but love I got that

Got no fat gold rope but hope I got that

Got no full length mink but karma I got that

Got no platinum link but style I got that

Ain't got no ice grill but skills I got that

Got a lot of what I need and got little of what I don't / Got the hots for J-lo but if she ain't willing I won't / I got no castle or moat but I got a cool crib in Brooklyn / Got a lot of company 'cause I got nine stray cats I took in / Been lookin' for a job but I got an occupation making funky beats and speaking to the younger generation / I got Asian eyes and I got a Chinese dad / And I got a bad habit of jonesing for the things I never had / I guess we all do fall to our knees / Beg please for things and cheese from the powers that be / But see a little girl said some words I'll never forget she said / "You get what you get and you don't get upset!"

Got no Mercedes Benz but people I got that

Got no golf cart on rims but taste I got that

No Alizé by the crate but faith I got that

Got no six model chicks but promise I got that

Got no six bottles of Crys but health I got that

Got no STDs but please don't want that

I got an idea gettin' ain't all it's cracked up to be / Don't get me wrong I best get enough for me / But some folks want every last bit of stuff they see / Lust for things / Diamond encrusted rings / Stuff that blings don't mean a thing to me / Never are the keys to happiness that they seem to be / Money ain't freein' me bringin' to a state of nirvana / I'd rather be on a Dalai Lama tip skip the drama / All I need is what I got and I've got plenty of that / Many have cracked under the pressure when they measure the gap between what they've got and what the next man holds / But yo, that envy disappears soon as the next man folds / Got more than I need of the he say-she say / The shit I want to get got can't be bought on E-bay / These days, people want it this instant like replay / Me, I just wanna jam like L.A. freeways / Be safe and connect with real folks / Live life right and realize real hopes / Real scopes aimed at people who be thinking like me / All I want is what we all got to be and that's free

Ain't got no stretch S.U.V. but family I got that

Ain't got no Hummer on Ds but talent I got that

Don't even own no ride but pride I got that

Ain't got no nuclear sub but patience I got that

Ain't got no gold hot tub but respect I got that

Got no Versace designs but time I got that

[wwindblumee]

Ack-

-heavy breathing like ive just ran a mile-

Your... your wine....

“It’s you again! Are you alright, my good wine distributor? You must ressssst so you can bring- so you can get your energy back, of course!”

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Munday Writing Detail Meme

Repost, don't reblog.

Feel free to edit/add your own parts!

Name: Key (Keith but I mostly go by Key)

Age Range: under 18 | between 18 and 25 | 25 and older

Pronouns: He/They

Random Fact About Me: I really like baking and cooking!

When it comes to planning threads: I like to wing it completely | I like to plan the start of the thread | I like to plan several key points in the thread | I like to plan every reply | It depends

Pre-established relationships between muses: I enjoy them | I like them occasionally but mostly prefer to play the relationship out | I don't do pre-established relationships

When it comes to replies, I like to: Keep mine short (1-2 paragraphs) | Keep mine to medium length (3 - 6 paragraphs) | Keep my replies long (7+ paragraphs) | It depends

I generally try to reply in: 1 day | 3 days | A week | Within a month | More than a month*

* most likely it will be a month or more on accident because I bite off more than I can chew a lot of the time.

I like getting asks for memes I reblogged a long time ago: Yes | No | Depends

I like getting random IC asks from my mutuals: Yes | No | Depends

I like getting tagged in unplanned starters from my mutuals: Yes | No | Depends

I like getting getting OOC asks from my mutuals to plan our threads: Yes | No | Depends

I like getting getting OOC asks from my mutuals just to chat about things not related to RP: Yes | No | Depends

I enjoy writing: Smut, kink, romance, slice-of-life threads, romance threads with no real "point," silly threads, adventure threads, angst, hurt/comfort, drama, Most AUs, canon-divergent threads, modern/human AUs, crossovers, dark content, complicated relationship dynamics, crack, violence, drug/alcohol use/dependency, mental health, character growth through adversity, long threads, short threads

I don't enjoy writing: I can't think of a whole lot. If I don't know something I do try to give it a shot and do my research. I am not okay with Homestuck crossovers and I am picky about a couple of ships (RadioStatic and Verbie) due to trauma related to people I've known ruining those ships for me.

My favourite tropes are: Sex as a metaphor for other feelings/thoughts, mutual pining, obsessive pining, stalking, There Was Only One Bed, coffee shop, corruption arcs, redemption arcs, love conquers all, the Power Of Friendship, The Worst People You Know Make Each Other Better

Opinion on shipping (for a specific character or in general): I love shipping. I'm a shipping hoe. I have certain ships I am always down to do, and definitely ships I am always willing to have as established from the get-go. I don't give a shit what people ship and what they write, just go ham! Make the dolls kiss! It's fun!

I get inspired to write by doing this: Listening to music, interacting with source material, interacting with fanart, writing fanfiction, discussing headcanons/fandom related stuff

One of my favourite threads/drabbles/etc:

I love writing darker themes and the story I wrote for how my Angel ended up at the Hotel is one of my favorites that I've written to date. Link is to Ao3.

A writing partner (or partners!) I've enjoyed writing with: Okay this is gonna turn into a lovefest from me. Some of these people aren't really rping on Tumblr anymore but they are very near and dear to my heart. This is by no means everyone, because I write with so many of you and care so much about all of you!

@dont-take-shxt-from-other-demons, @strangeandun-muse-ual, @infernal-feminae, @videokilled, @overangeled, @voxiiferous, @manubia-summanus, @infernalight, @rocxyoulikeahurricane, @holyfurnace, @because-i-simp, @frostworkxfiction, @hellsmayflower, @ticklishjevil, @alteredassistant, @voxxcd, @arachn0philia, @defiedfate, @tangledfate, @hotelbitches

A mutual I want to write with but haven't yet: If we're mutuals and we haven't written yet, this applies to you! I definitely get overwhelmed and overstimmied soometimes, and I bite off more than I can chew, but I want to interact with all of you, even if that means I need to be reminded.

You're always welcome to message me and send me things to respond to, and I'll do whatever I get muse for! I promise that just because I'm a space cadet that doesn't mean I'm not interested or that I'm ignoring you! It isn't on purpose, I promise.

Tagging: If I tagged you in the writing partner thing, do it! Also if you just see this and want to do it, feel free to tag me as who you stole it from!

[m4tthewmurd0ck]

𝐀 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ~ 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 (𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞) 𝐀𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

back with another entry for @fairydxll‘s 2k writing event! i had so much fun writing for my matt x reader, now it’s something for bucky :) just like last time, i’ve got 2 prompts: “what i have with you, i don’t want with anyone else” + “i didn’t know where else to go”

context: ~ i am still a hoe for avenger! reader so we’re back with that heheh. same as last time, your powers are basically wanda’s powers, plus presence concealment which is just a fancy way of saying invisibility. this mostly focuses on your relationship with bucky though, so it’s not touched on tooo much but it will be referenced. italics = flashbacks. also i had to sneak in a cute lil moment from andrew garfield’s spider-man hehe, obviously re-worked to be bucky x you. also i fucked up and mixed up some of the howling commando’s members so just pretend that everyone i mentioned worked closely with bucky.

word count: 13.8k (hahaha i am so sorry if you hate long one-shots. i really tried to cut down after my matt x reader piece that was over 10k but… we see how well that worked out)

If Bucky could to describe you using one word, he’d have a hard time deciding. Without a doubt, you are the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. But you’re also the smartest. And you’re kind. Loving. Gentle. If he had to choose just one though… it would be home. It doesn’t matter where in the world you are, whether it’s the United States, somewhere in Romania, if he has you there, he’ll be okay. You, are home. You could be on the other side of the room, and just one glance at you fills him with a sense of comfort, and peace. Things he never thought possible. One night as he’s laying next to you, and you’re sound asleep, he thinks about the long journey it took to get to where you are right now. Lots of ups and downs (more downs, if you’re both being honest), but life is… good. He’s hesitant to even think it, because for decade after decade, all he knew was pain and suffering. But with you, he’s happy. He’s content, and safe. If only things could stay this way.

You’d been part of the Avengers since about a year after Steve was pulled from the ice. In fact, he’d been the one to take you under his wing. You were with him when Fury informed you both that S.H.I.E.L.D. had been compromised. You were nearly shot, but Steve managed to pull you out of the way. It was you that Fury handed the USB drive to, telling you both to not trust anyone.

You helped Steve pursue the masked man that shot Fury, but were stunned into silence when he caught Steve’s shield with ease. It’s then that you noticed the mans metal arm. It was Steve’s idea to hide the USB in a vending machine at the hospital, but it was your idea to later on not tell Pierce anything, so when he asks, you say nothing of what Fury gave you, or said before he died.

As you and Steve ride away on his motorcycle after being ambushed by Rumlow and other people working against you, he apologizes profusely. “I never meant to bring you in to all of this,” he says sadly. You can only shake your head, saying you would’ve helped him anyway, even if he hadn’t asked.

When you and Steve are declared fugitives by Pierce, he claims that you are to be taken out by S.H.I.E.L.D. for withholding information. It’s tricky, but you manage to get into the hospital to retrieve the USB. Only it’s not there, and it’s only when Nat appears that you realize something much bigger is at play. It’s then that you learn the masked man responsible for Fury’s death is known as The Winter Soldier, and he has been credited with over 24 assassinations in the last 50 years.

From there, it’s absolute chaos. You, Nat, and Steve head to the location where the program on the USB was written, and manage to just barely survive an assassination attempt by a S.H.I.E.L.D. missile. Seeking refuge with Sam Wilson, you manage to spend a little time hiding out while trying to figure out next steps.

You even crack a smile when Sam tells you all he made breakfast, though he’s unsure “if you all eat that sort of thing”.

With Jasper Sitwell now fearing for his life after Nat kicks him off the roof, you learn that Zola’s algorithm calculates if someone will be a threat in the future based on their actions in the past. Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, even you and Steve are considered targets.

As you’re escorting Sitwell, along with Steve, Sam, and Nat, the vehicle is attacked. When a metal arm rips through the car and pulls Sitwell out and into oncoming traffic, you realize it’s the Winter Soldier. A long battle ensues as you all fight the Winter Soldier, and the men working alongside him.

Getting a glimpse at the man without the part of his mask that covers his eyes, there’s a split second where you swear you’ve seen this man before, those eyes look familiar. Those thoughts quickly leave your mind when he shoots Nat, leaving you and Steve to take him on by yourselves. You and Steve manage to land him on his back, and the bottom half of his mask comes flying off as he stands up.

That moment still comes to you in your nightmares, when Steve calls out to his best friend, only to be met with “who the hell is Bucky?”

Nat saves you both before the Winter Soldier eliminates you, but he manages to escape. You’re all taken into custody, and it seems like all is lost, until you’re rescued by Maria Hill. It’s also then that you learn Nick Fury is still alive.

You all have a new mission. 3 Helicarriers need to be breached, and the targeting blades need to be replaced with the ones Fury pulls out of a briefcase. Hill can’t stress enough, how important this is. All 3 need to be replaced, or the whole mission will be for nothing. An argument breaks out between Fury and Steve, as Fury tries to say that S.H.I.E.L.D. might possibly still be saved, while Steve points out that the whole operation has to end because they were compromised, with HYDRA growing within them possibly the whole time, and Fury had no idea.

Maria agrees, and Fury looks to you and Sam, almost waiting to see what you think.

“Don’t look at me, I do what he does,” Sam motions to Steve, “just slower.”

“I trust Steve with my life,” you say confidently, “I’m with him”.

Afterwards, you join Steve over a little bridge, and ask if he’s alright. He has always made sure that you’re okay, and offered to lend an ear if you need to talk or vent, so you hope this time you can return the favor. He surprises you by telling him about what he was just thinking about. An old memory, not long after his mom died.

“I thanked him for offering to let me stay with him, and said I could get by on my own. My damn pride wouldn’t allow me to accept the help, he’d already done so much just saving my ass from getting beat up over the years. And after my repeated refusals, you know what he said? The thing is, you don’t have to. I’m with you till the end of the line pal. Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky.”

Later that same day, you help Steve break in to the Smithsonian to steal his uniform. When he puts it on, you open your mouth to make a sarcastic comment, and see Steve shaking his head. He’s laughing though, already knowing what joke you were about to make.

Steve, Sam, Maria, and you, work on making your way through the Triskelion and try to take control of the communications system to warn the staff that HYDRA has infiltrated S.H.I.E.L.D., being led by Alexander Pierce. And then… all hell breaks loose.

Yelling for you to stay with him, Steve takes off running. You immediately follow, meaning what you said when you told Fury that you trusted Steve with your life. If he thought this would work, then you’d follow him.

By some miracle, and by miracle, you mean a lot of ass kicking, you and Steve manage to replace the targeting blades on one of the Helicarriers, and Sam manages to get to the second one.

A series of explosions, and a pit settles in your stomach. The Winter Soldier is here. Steve grabs you, jumping off the edge of the triskelion and telling Sam that you both need a ride. Just when things seem to be going your way, the Winter Soldier sends Steve flying over the edge. Without a second thought, you jump after him, but the Winter Soldier grabs Sam’s wings before he can follow.

You use one hand to grab on to the edge of the Helicarriers and manage to just barely grab hold of Steve’s hand with your other. You pull yourselves up, and are filled with more dread as Sam tells you that he’s down for the count because his suit is broken.

You begin to run down the metal runway, when you freeze at the sight of the Winter Soldier standing in front of you. Steve immediately steps in front of you, and you know he’s using himself as a human shield.

Before a fight breaks out between the men, Steve manages to slip you the last targeting blade, whispering to get it done while he distracts Bucky. “The Winter Soldier,” you correct him. “That’s not Bucky. He’s under their control.”

You remove a targeting blade from the system, and are just inches away from inserting the new one, when the Winter Soldier yanks you back and throws you to the side as if you weigh nothing. You watch in horror as the targeting blade drops, and without hesitation once again, you dive after it. The Winter Soldier chases after you and Steve does everything he can to hold him off, and by some miracle he’s able to render the Winter Soldier unconscious, handing you the drive and telling you to try again.

As the Winter Soldier gets up and shoots at you, Steve ends up taking the hits as he uses his body to shield you. At the literal last second, you manage to slip the remaining targeting blade into place. You sink down next to Steve with relief, but it’s short-lived as you remember that he’s hurt. He looks at you, and you know what he’s silently asking.

“Fire now,” you say softly.

Maria instantly knows that you’re talking to her. “But you guys are—”

“Do it!” Steve yells. After the explosions begin, you and Steve rip your ear pieces out. “I’m sorry you got dragged in to all of this,” Steve gives you a sad smile as you both struggle to stay calm.

“You saved my life. I follow you anywhere, remember?”

A scream interrupts you both, and you look down in horror, seeing the Winter Soldier trapped under a large beam.

“Stay here,” you use the broken railing to pull yourself to a standing position. When Steve tries to mimic your actions, you gently push him down. “You took multiple bullets for me. Stay down Cap, that’s an order,” as you make your way down to the Winter Soldier, you think about how you’ve wanted to order Steve around ever since Sam pointed out that he was always in charge. He’s the captain, isn’t he? You’d asked. Sam just rolled his eyes and responded yeah but that’s not the point.

When you make the final jump to the bottom level, you use whatever strength you have left to lift the beam up, too weak to even use your powers. You see him, the Winter Soldier, watching you. Although he’s under HYDRA’s control, the pain in his eyes is clear.

“Come on you gotta help me out a little bit!” You yell, struggling to lift the beam up those last few inches.

He uses his metal arm to push it up the rest of the way, allowing him enough space to slide out. Steve surprises you both by approaching from behind you.

“You know me.”

“No I don’t!”

You manage to land a punch to his ribs, but he turns and kicks you back far enough that you nearly fall through the hole in the Helicarrier. Steve reaches out just in time and pulls you back up. He shakes his head, telling you to stay down this time.

You don’t think you can get back up anyway, so you lay there, clutching your stomach in pain, and watch as the Winter Soldier slowly beats the life out of Steve.

“Steve!” You cry out, using what little strength you have left to get up as he falls out of the Helicarrier and quickly towards the water.

You take one look at the Winter Soldier, and as he glances at you, you get a flash of Bucky behind those blue eyes. Not wanting to lose time, however, you turn away and dive into the water, knowing that you need to rescue Steve even if it kills you.

You’re swimming underwater for a good 10 seconds before you see him, and grab hold of one of his arms. By the time you both surface above the water, you feel almost completely drained of your energy. Using one hand to keep hold of Steve, and the other to weakly paddle you both to shore, you think to yourself at least we’ll make it. But then your head starts to go underwater every few strokes, and as your eyes close, you mentally apologize to the man next to you, thinking that you’re sorry for failing him.

Just before your eyes close, you feel another arm grab yours. You’re so focused on not losing your grip on Steve, though, that it’s not until you’re on land that you look and see exactly who pulled you from the water.

“Steve! Steve come on you gotta wake up. Please, open your eyes,” you move his hair out of his face, pleading with him to wake up. “Come on, we can’t do this without you, you gotta wake up.” You briefly turn around to see then Winter Soldier / Bucky, standing about 10 feet behind you. He’s doing nothing but watching you try to wake Steve up. As he starts to walk away, you call after him. You notice him hesitate for just a second, but ultimately he decides to keep walking.

“G-go.”

You look down, surprised and extremely happy to see Steve awake. “What? I’m not going anywhere we need to get you help.”

“Go after, him, please. If we lose him— I can’t lose him again. Please, we can’t—”

You briefly look back and forth between the figure that’s getting smaller and smaller the further he walks, and to the man right in front of you. You don’t know what to do. He weakly lifts an arm up and taps your left shoe. You take both shoes off, knowing why Steve told you to. Trackers were planted on the suits of all Avengers so that if anything happened, rescue wouldn’t need to wait for you to give your location. Steve’s wouldn’t have one yet since it’s his old suit, but you got lucky. If your tracker had been anywhere but your shoes, you wouldn’t be able to ditch it without essentially getting naked.

“I’ll contact you when its safe. Don’t worry, I’ll look after him,” you whisper, squeezing Steve’s hand one last time before turning around and running after Bucky. Thankfully, he was walking slow, and you catch up to him in less than 30 seconds. You’re careful to walk far enough behind him to give him some space, but you’re sure he knows you’re following him.

Your suspicions are confirmed when after walking for less than a few minutes, he suddenly stops and turns around, yanking you into an alley. His metal hand wraps around your throat and he looks at you, eyes wide with a mix of panic and confusion.

“Please�� Bucky… I don’t want to— I don’t want to hurt you,” you try to pry his hand off of you, not wanting to use the full extent of your powers on him. When he lets go, you fall to the ground, coughing as you try to stand up. You’re surprised when he uses his other hand to help you to your feet.

“Who— who are you?” He asks, still understandably cautious.

You introduce yourself as you try to catch your breath. After you say your name, you look tilt your head a little, really looking at him. “Do you know who you are?” He’s silent, so you try something different. “Did you know that man that you helped pull out of the water?”

He looks down, then back up at you before slowly nodding. “I think so. Are you with HYDRA?” It’s almost as if he’s waiting to be asked for the mission report. He’s clearly still confused, you think to yourself. Why would I have rescued Steve if I was with HYDRA?

“I know you want to run. But you need someone on your side to make sure you’re okay. Steve trusts me, all I want to do is make sure you’re safe. You are not the Winter Soldier. Your name is James Barnes. Please let me help you.” You hold your breath, half expecting him to take off running again. When he nods and begins walking again, you’re quick to catch up with him. “I know someone who can get us out of here. And I know you have no reason to do so, because it probably seems like I just tried to kill you, but I was just trying to save Steve. You have to trust me, at least until we’re somewhere more safe.”

It’s another miracle when you and Bucky manage to make it to a temporary safe house. Only this ones different, it’s not on S.H.I.E.L.D.’s radar, and not all of the Avengers know about it. In fact, most of them don’t. When you’re sure that Bucky isn’t going to flee out the back door, you step outside and quickly make a call from the flip phone that was stashed in the fireplace, then shove it down the garbage disposal, running it until nothing but scraps are left.

Half an hour later, 2 knocks, a pause, and 3 more knocks let you know that your way out of the U.S. has arrived. Not waiting for you to actually open it, Nat picks the lock on the door and storms inside.

“You better be sure about this,” Nat hands you a bag with pre-packed clothes. You know what she really means is that you better be sure about him. All you can do is nod. You’re one of the few that she trusts with her life, just as you trust her with yours. Knowing that you feel deep down that staying with Bucky is the right thing to do, she doesn’t question you further.

You pull the male clothes out of the bag, handing Bucky a dark shirt, red henley shirt to go over, a dark jacket, baseball cap, shoes, and jeans, praying that they’re his size. “Here, we have to get out of our clothes or they’ll recognize us no matter where we go.” You head into the bathroom to change first, emerging a minute later in black jeans, a plain white shirt, and a baseball cap.

When Bucky exits the bathroom in his new clothes a few minutes later, you’re relieved that the clothes were all somehow his size. He looks around, practically everywhere but you and Nat. He must be terrified. He’s been under HYDRA’s control for so long, you understand why he has a hard time believing that you just want to help him and there are no strings attached.

“We gotta go now,” Nat motions to the door. You nod, making sure to leave nothing behind. When everything is shoved into your backpack, you notice Bucky standing there. He reaches out, gently tugging on the strap of your backpack.

“Oh, do you want to put something else inside?” You shrug it off, a little surprised when he takes it from you and slings one strap over his shoulder. “Thanks,” you smile, leading the way outside. You head to the backyard where Nat has just finished swapping the license plates of the black SUV, and you’re thankful that the windows are tinted.

Bucky’s mind is racing as he slowly returns to himself and not the Winter Soldier, and it feels like a million thoughts are cycling through all at once. Who is he, really, if not the Winter Soldier? Who are you? How do you know Steve? And how does he really know Steve? Can you be trusted? That last question, he realizes he’ll have to wait and find out. If he leaves you, he risks being found. But if he stays with you, this could still be a trap to turn him in. Something in him tells him to stay with you. He did know that other man in the water, the man who would’ve let him kill him. And if that man trusts you, maybe you really will help him.

After what feels like an extremely long car ride, you exit the vehicle and see that you’re in a field, and there’s only a jet, you, Bucky, Nat, and one other man.

“He’s an old friend, you can trust him,” Nat gives him a small smile before turning back to you and Bucky. She slips 2 passports out of her back pocket. “I couldn’t get drivers licenses, but these will do for now. He’s going to fly you to Bucharest. After that, I don’t know, it’ll be up to the two of you. I’m assuming you removed your tracker,” she looks to you for confirmation, continuing when you nod, “so this might be it for a while. I’ll give your message to Steve, you know how to contact us, but maybe hold off for a little while unless it’s a life or death emergency. Be careful,” she pulls you in for a hug as she says that last sentence, and you swear that when you both pull apart, there are tears in her eyes. “Stay safe.”

When you’re about an hour away from landing in another field, this time in Bucharest, the pilot finally speaks up. “When we land there’ll be a car waiting. You’ll go to a safe house, Romanoff specified that I choose one that even she doesn’t know the location of, so don’t share it with anyone else. The spare key is under a loose brick that’s propped up against the wall. I’d highly advise only going out together, and not making extra copies of the keys. She also asked me to give you this,” he hands you a thick envelope, “said she knows you’ll freak out, but don’t worry about it. This is to ensure your safety for a while, since you don’t know when you’ll return.”

At the exact same moment, Nat meets Sam outside of the hospital, giving him a hug while also secretly slipping a note into his back pocket. To anybody, and the cameras watching, it looks like 2 friends saying hello before going their separate ways.

He heads back inside just as Steve begins to wake up. Seeing the worried look on his face, he puts his hands up, trying to reassure him. “They’re all fine. Got a little message for you too,” he hands Steve the folded up pieces of paper.

When Steve reads what you wrote just moments before you, Bucky, and Nat left the safe house, he feels guilty. He should be the one protecting Bucky, but he put all that on you. Still, though, seeing your handwriting assuring him it’s alright, he feels a little better.

Back on the jet, you open the envelope, your eyes widen when you see everything inside. 2 bank cards, and more cash than you’ve ever held at once. You quickly move to the seat next to Bucky, shoving it in the backpack that he put down by his feet. You know that the 2 of you shouldn’t do anything outside of the safe house until you’ve both had a chance to wash up and maybe even get some much needed rest anyway.

You and Bucky exit the jet and see a man dressed in an all black suit, standing in front of an unmarked SUV. After thanking the pilot for everything that he has done, he quickly takes off, completely out of sight just 5 minutes later. You take a few steps toward the vehicle, but stop halfway. Now that things seem to be calming down, and that you’re heading to a supposed safe house, it’s like your brain chooses this moment to go into overdrive.

Bucky was walking ahead of you, but he stops and turns around, waiting for you. In his mind, he may not be under HYDRA’s control, but you’re helping him, so he’ll listen to you. It dawns on you that he’s waiting to follow you, so you try to shake away the nerves as you walk past him and climb into the vehicle. He gets in after you, and the driver speeds off the second that the door is closed.

You don’t breathe a sigh of relief until you arrive at the safe house and twist the lock, effectively stopping anyone from coming in. When you turn around, Bucky is just standing there, looking down. HYDRA never liked it when he looked them directly in the eye, even when they were giving orders. He isn’t sure what you prefer, and since you’re sort of saving his life right now, he thinks it best to wait for your orders.

“Hey,” you take a step towards him, but stop when you notice him tense up. “I know it’ll take time to earn your trust, but you don’t have to be afraid of me. I’m not HYDRA, and after this I don’t think I’m S.H.I.E.L.D. either. You can trust me.” You begin walking around the apartment, lifting random objects up and bringing them up to your face to inspect them closer. When you notice the confused look Bucky is giving you, you can’t help but laugh. “I’m checking for wires, cameras, that sort of thing. I trust Nat with my life, and she said we could trust her friend, but the guy that dropped us off here, that’s now two times removed from Nat, so I just want to be sure.”

After a moment, Bucky sets the backpack down and joins you, and you both spend the next hour basically turning the apartment upside down. But it doesn’t get messy, because when he sees that you put things back the same way you picked them up, he begins doing the same.

Once you determine that the apartment is safe, you quietly suggest that you both get cleaned up and maybe get some rest. When you ask Bucky if he’d like to go first, he shakes his head, taking a seat on the couch.

You rush to take the fastest shower possible, secretly terrified that when you exit the bathroom, Bucky will either be gone, or people will have broken in and he’ll be dead. Just 10 minutes later you exit the bathroom, though you know you could’ve stayed under that hot water until it ran out. You’re dressed in simple sweatpants and another plain shirt. As Bucky stands up, you sit on the couch.

He’s a little longer, because this is the first hot shower he has had in… decades. When he exits almost 20 minutes later, he sees you on the couch. Exhaustion seems to have taken over. As you’re trying to keep your eyes open, you wince as you move your left arm. When you pull up your sleeve, it’s only then that you notice the cut. In the rush to leave the U.S., you changed so quickly that the pain didn’t even register. You must’ve re-opened the wound when you stretched as you exited the shower.

Bucky notices you flinch. He goes to the bathroom and rummages through the cabinets below the sink, nodding to himself as he pulls out a pretty extensive first-aid kit. He sits across from you, opening the kit on the table. As he takes out everything needed to give you stitches, he wonders how he knows this.

Eventually, he’ll remember it was from his time in the war. Every soldier was taught basic first-aid.

You’re both completely silent as he stitches the rather large cut, and you notice how gentle he is as he tries his best to wipe away all the dried blood surrounding it. “Thank you,” you whisper. “May I—” you motion to his face.

He nods, and you’re both once again surprised. You half expected him to say no, or just walk away. And he’s surprised at himself too. Since he has been with HYDRA, there hasn’t been one time where someone reached out for him and didn’t intend to cause him any pain. So when you gently put a hand on his face to turn his head, he flinches. And immediately grows embarrassed of himself.

You notice his cheeks turn a little red, so you stay silent as you wipe off the dried blood that he missed in the shower. His cuts are small enough that a couple of pieces of butterfly closure bandages do the trick.

When you made the decision to help Bucky hide, you were aware that it might be a while until it was safe for you to return to the United States. But neither of you pictured it being over 2 years.

In the very beginning, Bucky pushes you away. He doesn’t know why he let you get so close, why he let you follow him and why he agreed to trust you and follow you. Knowing he’s not under HYDRA’s control anymore, makes him feel a little better. But he was warned that if he ever escaped, they’d find him. So he’s still terrified. For the first 2 weeks, after that initial moment of helping each other clean up, he doesn’t say a single word to you. In fact, you only see him a handful of times. You’re sure he waits for the sound of you entering your room and closing the door before he leaves his room, but you don’t say anything.

Of course, you still check up on him, asking if he needs anything, but you don’t want to push him. After him not responding the first few times you ask if he’d like to eat, you’re worried. You’re using up some of the groceries, but it looks like those are the only things being used.

Hoping to not overstep, you want to start doubling the portions that you make. One night after you’re finished eating, you put the rest into one of the fancy glass containers that the apartment was supplied with, and you leave a note on the counter. A simple ‘saved some for you in the fridge’ signed by your first name, and you hope he’ll eat it.

The next morning when you open the fridge and see the food gone, you feel a little victorious. He may not remember how to cook, having not done so in a long time, so you think well, as long as he eats, I can just do it for him. So a new routine is formed, and you leave a little note each time. You don’t know where the notes disappear to because every morning you also check the trash, but since he seems to be taking them and disposing of them somewhere else, you keep leaving them. Part of you is worried that if you don’t specify the leftovers are for him, he may not eat them.

Unbeknownst to you, the notes have become a sense of comfort to him. You’re the first person in a long time to care for him in this way, and in the small drawer in the bedside table, lays a growing pile of your little notes.

When you’ve been living together for about a month, you notice small changes. One morning as you’re finishing up your breakfast, Bucky walks out of his room. You glance up and give him a small smile, but otherwise just finish your food and continue flipping through the random magazine you found on one of the shelves. You let him know that there’s some eggs still in the pan, and you’re even more surprised when he puts them on a plate, grabs a fork, and stands across from you on the other side of the counter as he eats.

You don’t want to push your luck, so you just offer him another smile when he finishes, thinking he’s just going to head back to his room. When he reaches over to grab your plate and fork and then washes / dries / puts away all the dishes, you want to throw your arms around him and give him a big hug. Progress! You think to yourself.

This continues for the next couple of weeks. You don’t actually talk to each other, but you begin to slowly spend more time together. And you notice that instead of his door being closed all the time, he leaves it cracked open. So now when you’ve made food, you knock softly and let him know. Most of the time, he joins you. Sometimes he doesn’t, and that’s still okay. You know he has a lot going through his mind.

When the second month is almost up, you realize that you’ll need to go out for groceries soon. The apartment was stocked with so much when you first arrived, that this is the first time you’ll be leaving the apartment. It was beginning to feel a little cramped, so the thought of leaving the apartment even just for an hour, it excites you. And it dawns on you, though not for the first time, that you still have to at some point contact Steve and Nat to let them know you’re both alive and safe.

“Hey, Bucky?” You knock on his door softly, opening it just a few more inches. He wasn’t doing anything but laying there and daydreaming, so you begin to talk once he looks at you, “we’re running pretty low on groceries. I made a list, I was thinking of going to the farmers market down the street once the sun goes down. I can see it from the living room window, they’re open five nights a week and usually pretty late so, I figure it’s safer to go at night when there’s less of a chance of being seen. I know you haven’t left the apartment yet either, so if you want to come with me we can leave after dinner. If you don’t want to though, that’s totally fine and I probably won’t be that long anyway—”

“I’ll come, what time should we go?” It’s one of the first sentences he has spoken directly to you. Previously it was mumbled good mornings or good nights. You almost don’t catch what he said.

“Hmm, maybe at eight? I think the market is open until ten, so we should still be good. I also want to see if there’s a convenience store nearby so that I can get a disposable cell phone to call and let Steve and Nat know we’re okay.” He doesn’t react when you mention Steve, but you don’t push it and ask if he’ll want to talk to him later. You’re just happy he’s speaking to you more, and that he agreed to go with you.

The truth? Bucky is terrified of leaving the apartment. But what terrifies him even more is you leaving alone. Right now you’re the only person in his life. The only good thing in his life. He may not speak to you much, or know that much about you (due to said lack of speaking), but he doesn’t know what he’d do if you left tonight and then something happened and you never came back. So he decides he’ll shove his fears aside, if only to make sure you’re safe.

Before you leave, you hand Bucky what looks like a rectangular piece of mesh. He takes it from you, turning the fabric over in his hands.

“Photostatic veil,” you say as you remove your baseball cap to put it on. “Nat snuck it in the backpack before we left. You put it on, and to everyone else including each other, we’ll look like other people. It can only mimic appearances so someone specific does have to be chosen, but Nat’s smart so we won’t have to worry about being recognized.”

You tilt your head back, place the fabric over your face, then press the little button on the side. The mask molds itself over your features, and just seconds later when you look at yourself in the mirror, you’re unrecognizable. Bucky does the same, and in the beginning he thinks that the trick is in the mirror, that he doesn’t really look like that. But you assure him that it’ll be okay, so he follows you out of the apartment. Once you lock the door, you ask if he’d keep the key in his jacket pocket just incase.

The next hour is spent roaming around the farmers market, and you can’t remember the last time you got that excited. Looking around at the people pulling carts for their groceries, you wish that you’d thought to do the same. You feel a little better, though, when you realize it wouldn’t have mattered in the end anyway. You’re not on the first floor of the apartment, and there’s no elevator. But once you start to slow your pace due to the bags weighing you down despite your enhanced strength, Bucky gently taps you on the shoulder and says he’ll take over carrying the bags.

He sneaks more than a few glances at you, marveling at how you’re so happy when all you’re doing is buying food. He’s still terrified that at any moment someone will somehow figure out who you both are, but seeing the smile on your face, he stays quiet.

When you make your way back to the apartment, you thank him for coming with you. He’s stunned for a moment. All he knows is being told what to do. Or if he was asked, it was a trick question because the answer could’ve only ever been yes. But here you are, thanking him when all he did was follow you around for an hour and carry the bags of food.

“Oh I almost forgot!” You point to a small convenience store and begin to make your way over. “A cell phone. You can wait outside since you have all the bags, I’ll just be a minute.”

You’re not gone for only a minute, in fact, you’re gone for 4. Bucky’s almost on edge by the time you exit the store, and he breathes out a sigh of relief when he sees you. “Got it!” You wave the phone in your hand. “I took so long because the store owner was nice enough to cut the box open. He didn’t help me activate it though. Just to be safe I said I’d do it when I got home.”

After unpacking all of the groceries, you tell Bucky that you’re going to call Nat, and then Steve. You ask if he’d like to join you and talk to Steve, and part of you is hoping that with how great the night went, he’ll say yes. You know Steve would be overjoyed. But after a few seconds of contemplating, he shakes his head, mumbling something about being tired and just showering and going straight to bed. Not wanting him to think you’re upset, you smile and nod, saying you’ll see him in the morning.

Opening the phone, you quickly go to messages, and type in the number for the burner phone that Nat had you memorize. You type a simple message, “hey poser ;)” knowing she’ll get a laugh out of that message. It’s simple, but it lets her know that it’s you because you’re the only one on the team that noticed how she does the same pose whenever she lands after jumping or attacking someone from higher ground.

You figure you’d wait a while before she called you, but it’s only 10 seconds after pressing send that your phone began to ring.

“I was starting to think you were dead,” Nat says, sounding incredibly relieved.

“Yeah, sorry. I would’ve called sooner, but tonight was the first time we left the apartment. I shouldn’t stay on long, but I just wanted to check in and let you know that we’re both alive, and safe.”

“What got you to finally leave the place?”

“Needed groceries. This place was very well stocked, I’m surprised it took two months for us to need anything. Lucky thing though, we stocked up with just as much food this time. It was nice to get out, but even with the veils I think the safest thing is for us to stay indoors as much as possible. How are things there?”

Nat sighs, and you know that whatever she’s about to say can’t be good. She updates you on everything that went on after you and Bucky got out of the country. She explains that you and Bucky are still very much wanted in the United States, and that unfortunately even though it has been 2 months, you won’t be returning home anytime soon. You chat for a few more minutes, relieved to have this normal conversation. At the end, you ask if Steve has a burner phone. She says he didn’t before, but he got one as soon as he was out of the hospital. You’re both sure no one is listening in on the calls, but she still rattles off the number in Russian, just incase.

You type in that number in your phone, then send another quick text. “Hi news shoes!”, referring to when he told you he used to stuff newspapers into his shoes. Tony made some offhand joke about how his shoes back then could be big news if you all leaked that bit of information to the press, and to this day you still found that hilarious.

Same as when you text Nat, it’s only seconds later that the phone begins to ring.

You’re on the phone with Steve for a bit longer than you were with Nat, and it’s only as you’re talking to him that you fully realize how much you miss him. He truly became the big brother you never had. You update him about what’s been going on, and he’s relieved that you’re both safe.

“Sorry, Bucky was tired when we got back from the farmers market so he went straight to bed. I know you’d probably want to talk to him but—”

“Oh it’s okay, I’m just glad you’re both safe. Nat tell you what’s been going on?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry you guys have to deal with that stuff back home,” you bite your lip, unsure of how to phrase what you want to ask, “what’s going to happen to Bucky when we do come home?”

Steve sighs, “I don’t know, if it were right now it wouldn’t be anything good. The world doesn’t see Bucky Barnes and the Winter Soldier as two separate people. They think it’s one and the same, so right now he’d be charged to the fullest extent of the law. I’m hoping with more time and reasoning, I can get people to see that he only did those things because he had no choice. H-how… how is he?”

“Good, he’s talking to me a little more now. We usually eat together, at least for breakfast and dinner. I don’t want to pressure him and force conversation though, so I’m letting him set the pace.”

Towards the end of the conversation, you tell him the same thing you told Nat. It’s a burner phone so you’re sure no one’s tracking it, especially because you wore the veil when making the purchase so technically you didn’t buy it, but just to be safe once you hang up with him, you’re shutting it off. And as an extra precaution, you tell him that you’ll check in via text every 2 weeks, but phone calls might be limited to once a month. You let him know that once you send the check in text, you’ll leave the phone on for a few minutes incase they’re available to respond right away, but communication shouldn’t be any more than that.

Steve immediately agrees. As much as he’d love to talk to you daily just for verification that you’re still safe, he knows that the more you talk, the more at risk you are. Somehow, someone could trace the calls and figure out where you are.

After your outing at the farmers market, Bucky slowly begins to open up to you. He begins coming into the kitchen / living room not just to eat, but while you’re making the food too. And while you can tell it’s difficult, he puts in the effort to have conversations with you. Often times you’re having to steer the conversation, but the fact that he’s talking to you at all has you not minding one bit.

The first time he asks you a question about himself, you can tell he’s terrified. He feels an overwhelming mixture of shame and embarrassment. These are things about him, he should know them.

When you see him getting worked up, you quickly leave your spot at the kitchen sink and take a seat next to him on the couch. He stiffens, but relaxes as you begin talking. You assure him that it’s completely understandable that he has trouble remembering, especially given all that he was forced to go through. As you’re trying to reassure him, you remember the 2 other items you bought at the convenience store when you picked up the phone.

You jump up, excitedly telling him you have something for him and that you’ll be right back. When you come back, you approach him with your hands behind your back. He wonders what on earth you could be holding that has you smiling. After a moment, you finally sit down and show him what else you’d gotten, and he’s met with the sight of a blue notebook, small enough to fit in his pocket probably, and a pen that has different buttons to write in different colors. You don’t admit that you were drawn to the notebook because it was the same shade of blue as his eyes.

“So, this may be stupid, and if you hate the idea you can be honest and tell me and I promise I won’t be offended. But, since you’ve been remembering small things here and there, I thought you might like to write them down as you remember them, that way you can come back to this and look at it if you’re unsure,” you open the book to the first page and begin writing a couple of simple facts down, handing the book to him when you’re done. He takes it from you, eyes reading over the few things you’ve written down to start him off. It’s a gesture so simple, but enough to bring tears to his eyes.

Seeing him quickly swipe the tears away, you continue on, assuming he doesn’t want you to acknowledge the fact that you saw him cry. When you keep talking, he’s relieved. He’s not ready to open up about emotions just yet.

“I know in time you’ll remember lots more, like yesterday you remembered that you were from Brooklyn, and I hadn’t even prompted you with anything. Actually you can write that down if you’d like,” you hand him the pen.

He turns to a new page, not wanting to stain your writing with his messy scrawls. On the next page, he simply writes ‘From: Brooklyn, New York’ on the first line.

“I don’t know a whole lot, but during the time that I’ve known him I spent quite a lot of time with Steve and he talked a lot about you guys growing up, and your time during the war. If you have any questions, I can’t say that I’ll know off the top of my head, but I can try to help you or we can even ask Steve next time I check in.”

Hearing you mention the war, he hesitates before speaking up. “T…the people, that I served with. D—do you know…”

“Who you worked with?” You ask softly. When he nods, but doesn’t look up from the book, you continue, “you were part of a group called the Howling Commandos. Steve was too. And not including you both, there were eight other members. I can write down their names if you want?”

He shyly hands the book and pen back to you, and you turn to the third page before jotting down the names of all members of the Howling Commandos.

After you help Bucky and he slowly begins to fill the pages of his notebook, there’s another shift between you 2. He’s still not very chatty, which you completely understand, but he finds himself seeking your company more and more. When he suddenly remembered his mothers name, he burst out of his room and knocked on your door, asking for confirmation. The small smile you gave him when you nodded and said that yes, his moms name was Winnifred, he felt like his heart was going to burst with pride. Maybe, just maybe, he was beginning to get better.

There were a few things he asked you, that he couldn’t remember, but you didn’t know either. So during your next check in with Steve, you spent almost 20 minutes on the phone asking him the long list of questions. Bucky still wasn’t up to talking to him, and Steve completely understood. He was just more than happy that Bucky was asking these things.

Despite being cooped up in the apartment, you were rarely bored. It’s pretty big, 3 bedrooms, a bathroom, a spacious living room and a decent sized kitchen, all things considered you know how fortunate you are. At first, the extra room was pretty bare. Then one day when you’d been living there about 6 months, Bucky surprised you by knocking on your door and asking if you wanted to go on a walk. He saw how you often glanced out of the window by the front door, and thought that getting over his fear of being out in public during the day was the least he could do after all that you were doing for him.

So it was only 10 minutes later you were both slipping on the Photostatic Veils. You grabbed some money from where you and Bucky both hid it under a floorboard, slipped it into the wallet in the backpack, and headed out the door.

After only walking for a couple of blocks, you squealed and grabbed Bucky’s arm as you pointed off into the distance. He noticed that you didn’t even seem to care that it was his metal arm. He did panic initially wondering what got you so startled, but then he looked in the direction you were pointing and noticed a small used bookstore.

The 2 of you ended up in there for over an hour, you went up and down every single aisle twice, just so you could get a look at the books on both sides. Bucky ended up picking up a couple of books to read, but it was nothing compared to the mountain of books that you had in your arms by the time you finally headed for the register. He was still filled with anxiety, and on edge nearly the entire time you’d been out, but seeing the smile on your face as the employee packaged your books made it worth it. He may not know a lot of things, and he was working on that every day, but he knew that you were someone special to him now. Maybe he’d even suggest going on more outings.

As you exited the bookshop, you glanced at Bucky and noticed that he seemed to be getting tired. You could’ve easily stayed out for at least a couple more hours, but you knew that coming out to this one shop was a big step for Bucky, so you asked if he wouldn’t mind heading home so that you could put all the books away and maybe take a nap. He tried not to show just how relieved he was.

He ended up taking 3 of the 4 bags full of your purchases. You were enhanced and could carry them easily, but he liked helping you. Once you were back at the apartment, Bucky said he was going to take a nap while you got to work dusting off the shelves that looked like they hadn’t been touched in years. By the time he woke up an hour and a half later, all your books, including his, had been arranged in alphabetical order by authors last name.

Now that the spare room is filled with actual things instead of empty shelves and a small couch sitting in one corner, you begin to spend a lot more time there. One day you and Bucky venture out and even come home with a box containing a decent sized desk, to-be-assembled. You offer to help him, but he says he’s happy to do it himself, wanting a challenge. The fact that he used the word happy in reference to doing something, you’re more than willing to step aside.

After a few days of you spending at least an hour in there every day, he surprises you by joining you. While you sit at the chair and read, your feet usually propped up on the desk, he lounges on the couch. Sometimes he reads, sometimes he ends up taking a nap. He finds himself sneaking glances at you. He wonders how you’re so okay with this. It’s been over half a year of essentially just staying home and doing nothing. You literally went from being an Avenger one day, to a random civilian the next.

“Well, you did the same thing, right?”

He glances up, becoming embarrassed when he realizes that his thoughts were not, in fact, just thoughts. He’d spoken out loud. “Wh-what?”

“The Winter Soldier. That wasn’t you, you didn’t do those things by choice. You went from them forcing you to become him, to being a random civilian hiding out with someone who was a stranger in the beginning.”

As he lays his head back on the couch, he realizes that you’re right. Still, how are you willing to give up so much for him?

Before either of you know it, a year has gone by, and according to Nat, you’re still no closer to being able to come home.

Things are so different than when you first arrived. About 8 months in, Bucky spoke up one night while you guys were eating dinner. He apologized that you were always cooking for him. You said it was genuinely not a problem, before you officially became an Avenger and you just trained and stayed home while the team went on missions, the kitchen used to be one of your favorite places to be. And you didn’t admit this to him, but you liked feeling needed.

The next morning, Bucky approached you as you were getting out everything needed to make breakfast. He timidly asked if you’d show him how, that way he might be able to do it sometimes. It took nearly twice as long, but neither of you minded one bit. In fact, once you were done eating and he had done the dishes, Bucky went to write in his journal. At the top, he put the date so that he wouldn’t forget when this happened. Then all he wrote underneath was ‘I helped her make breakfast. Today’s gonna be good’.

And a lot more was different besides alternating who did the cooking. You and Bucky now went on walks at least 3 times a week, loving the chance to get some fresh air and feel the sun on your face, but still not quite comfortable enough to make it a daily habit, this was also why you waited until early evening when the sun was beginning to set. He still asked you questions every now and then, but had begun remembering a lot more. His notebook was now over half full, and you were proud of him for putting in so much effort. You told him as much, and he hoped that you didn’t notice the way he blushed.

Right at the start of month 11, he even talked to Steve. You were doing your monthly phone call, and towards the end Bucky came and sat next to you on the couch, pointing to the phone. You had it on speaker, so you told Steve to hold on a minute. After a few seconds of silence, Bucky finally spoke up. He may have only said “hey, Steve”, but that was more than enough.

During the next monthly phone call with Steve, he tells you about 2 new people on the team. Wanda and Pietro Maximoff. He tells you a little bit about them, but then says that you’ll eventually meet them yourself.

(((since AOU happened while Bucky was in Romania, you obviously weren’t there for that. also I couldn’t kill off my sweet baby Pietro so surprise bitches, he lived. Steve doesn’t want to worry you telling you all that went down dealing with Ultron because you’re so far away and couldn’t do anything anyway, so he spared the details and just said 2 new people joined the team. He’ll tell you everything later, when you’re home.)))

Then about a year and a couple of weeks in, you wake up one night to a loud noise. At first you weren’t sure what it was, and you were filled with panic as you thought this is it, they’ve found us and now we’re going to die. But you heard the noise again, and your heart broke as you realized it was Bucky having a nightmare. He mentioned once that he had them occasionally, but quickly changed the subject after that, so you hadn’t pressed the matter. This was the first time the nightmare was bad enough that it caused him to scream, usually he just woke up in a panic.

You got out of bed and made your way to his room that was only right next door. Stepping inside, you closed the door behind you, not wanting the noise to drift out of the room and out of the apartment through the open window. You heard him mumbling in Russian, and feared that he had somehow slipped back into Winter Soldier mode. Now you were really unsure of what to do. You experienced firsthand how dangerous the Winter Soldier was. It wouldn’t be safe for you to try to wake him up. But you couldn’t just let Bucky toss and turn until the nightmare finally ended.

Finally, you settle for using your powers. You raise your left hand, and the yellow energy begins to glow around it. You slowly move your hand, causing the pillow that had fallen to the floor to lift up in the air. You place it on the bed, then move it closer to Bucky. You drop it when it touches him, hoping the small bump will wake him up. When he doesn’t open his eyes, you try again. That little bump is enough this time, and he shoots up, gasping for air.

“Bucky?” You stay right where you are, not wanting to frighten him.

He looks at you, eyes wide, and for a few seconds he doesn’t know who you are, or where he is. But you see the moment his mind starts to connect the dots, and he puts his head in his hands, ashamed that you just witnessed that.

“Do you know who you are?” You ask, taking a step closer to his bed.

For a second, he fears that you’ve somehow forgotten him. “You… you don’t know my name?”

You smile as you take a seat on the edge of the bed, careful not to invade his space. “No I know your name. I just wanna know if you know your name.”

“Bucky… Barnes…” he trails off, unable to make eye contact.

“Good,” you move a little closer to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. Again, he can’t help but notice it’s his left shoulder, and you don’t seem to mind. “If you want to talk about it, I’ll sit here and listen as long as you want. It used to help me to talk about them, the nightmares. But sometimes you don’t want to, and that’s fine too. If it’s better, now that you’re okay I can just go back to my room. Whatever makes you more comfortable.”

He hesitates, desperately wanting you to stay, but also sure that you’re now disgusted by him. You’ve been sleeping under the same roof as a monster, and now you’ve witnessed him fighting his demons firsthand.

“Hey,” you run a hand through his hair, “it’s okay, I promise. We don’t have to talk about the nightmares just yet. Will you tell me what else you remember? I’ll stay here until you fall asleep, you can lay back down.”

After another moment of hesitation, he gets back under the covers and silently watches as you move yourself so that you’re leaning against the headboard, holding on to the extra pillow.

“My… my name is James, but my middle name is Buchanan and everyone calls me Bucky. I was born on March—” he pauses as he tries to remember, “tenth, in 1917. My mom’s name was Winnifred…”

You sit next to him for half an hour as he tells you every little thing that he remembers. When he mentions an old memory with Steve, you can’t help but laugh. For just a few minutes as he tells the story, you see the young boy he once was.

That night once again changes something for both of you. After Bucky manages to fall asleep, you end up getting under the covers and laying down. It’s a mixture of being so exhausted, and wanting to make sure Bucky is okay and doesn’t have any more nightmares. When you wake up, you realize that your head is on Bucky’s chest, and his metal arm is wrapped protectively around you. You don’t move, scared that you’ll wake him up.

When he finally does wake up, and it’s to an empty bed, he’s worried that he scared you off. You really helped him last night, and he hopes that you won’t be afraid of him now. But then he hears your soft knocks on the door, letting him know that you’ve made breakfast. He surprises you by pulling you in for a hug when he walks into the kitchen. It’s the first time he has initiated physical contact with you, not counting last night when you were both asleep. You immediately wrap your arms around him, whispering that you’re glad he’s okay.

“Hey,” you put a hand on his cheek, forcing him to look at you. “I meant what I said, if you ever want to talk about the nightmares. But if you don’t that’s still okay. I want you to still wake me if it happens again, please?”

He wants to say no, not wanting to bother you with his nightmares. But when he looks at you, he sees that you genuinely care. You’re the first person that he has spent so much time with that hasn’t wanted to torture him or cause him pain, or use him as a weapon. It may have taken a while, but he knows that now he trusts you with his life. For a year, you’ve pretty much been his only human contact.

“Okay,” he whispers. It turns out that the nightmares were a lot more frequent than you realized. When he knocks on your door 3 nights in a row, on the morning of day 4 you suggest that he just starts sleeping in your room. You can tell he’s scared of hurting you, but you assure him that it’ll be fine. You just want to make sure he’s safe, and you want to be there to reassure him that nothing bad is going to happen to him.

The intimacy is sort of unspoken. When you fall asleep, you always start out on opposite sides of the bed. But come morning, you’re either asleep with your head on Bucky’s chest, or he’s the little spoon and your arms are wrapped around him from behind.

Not that he was ever really allowed to think for himself as the Winter Soldier, but Bucky never thought he’d be this close with someone again. Now that he remembers a lot of his past, he thinks back on when he was younger. Even though he was a bit of a flirt, he was never this…domestic, this intimate, with girls he went on dates with. Neither of you are exactly sure what you are, but you’re content.

When even more time passes by, and you and Bucky have been hiding out in Bucharest for over a year and a half, there’s another setback. He has a nightmare, and you quickly stand up, not wanting to be too close when he wakes up. You may be fast, but the Winter Soldier is faster. He’s up before you even have time to process what’s happening, and he has you on the ground with his metal hand around your throat before you can even say his name.

You struggle against his grip, not wanting to use your powers to their full extent because you know you could kill him. But you manage to loosen his grip just enough to whisper his name. That snaps him out of his trance, and he immediately lets go, pulling you up and crushing you in a hug.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry—” He can’t get any other words out as sobs take control of his body. After a few minutes in each other’s embrace, the full weight of what he just did to you seems to hit him. He steps back, holding you at arms length. When he drops his arms, you see that mask again. The one he had constantly when you first got to the safe house.

“Bucky, it’s okay. I’m okay,” you try to reassure him, but shrink back when he tenses up at your touch.

He paces back and forth, “I shouldn’t have done that. I don’t know what happen. Fuck— I’ve been doing so good. I don’t… I don’t know why that happened…” he looks up at you, tears threatening to spill at any moment, “I shouldn’t be in here anymore. I don’t want to hurt you.” He turns and leaves your room, ignoring your protests.

It’s a full week before Bucky speaks to you again. For a while, things are back to how they used to be. You continue with your normal daily routine, but he waits until you’re in the shower or in your room before leaving his. Then one night, you’re woken up to the sound of his screams. It’s the first time since he started staying in his room again. Before you can even pull yourself out of bed, the apartment becomes silent once again. As you’re debating what to do, you hear a few knocks at your door.

When you pull the door open, a teary eyed Bucky is revealed. “I… I didn’t know where else to go,” he whispers, looking down at his feet as if unsure of what to do.

“Oh Buck,” you hold your arms out, and he breathes a huge sigh of relief once he’s in your arms. You both stand there for what could be a minute, or even an hour, neither of you pay attention. You gently pull Bucky to your bed, motioning for him to get in on what was pretty much his side. Once he did, you climbed in after him, and he didn’t hesitate before pulling you into his arms.

You fall asleep almost immediately, but Bucky is wide awake. Instead of dwelling on the nightmares, he chooses to focus on your heartbeat. You’re real, you’re right there with him, and he’s not in that bad place anymore. After 20 minutes of still not being able to fall asleep, he carefully reaches into the bedside table, making sure he doesn’t move enough that you wake up. He opens the little blue notebook to the first page and begins reading, mostly focusing on the words that you’ve written.

And as he lays there, with you in his arms, and your words on his pages, he thinks about the life that he previously led. How it led him to you. And he knows it’s unrealistic to think that you and him could stay there in that little apartment forever, but if that were to somehow happen, he knows it would be okay. He has you, and that’s enough for a good life.

The next morning, Bucky joins you for breakfast. Once you’ve finished eating and he put away the dishes, he approaches you. The first thing you notice is how nervous he seems. “Can— can I tell you about the nightmares now?”

You follow him into his room again, and he hands you a few pieces of paper ripped out from the notebook. “I didn’t want to stain the book with my nightmares, so I tore the pages out. You can read them.”

As you read over the detailed descriptions of the things that haunt him when he closes his eyes, you feel your heart break with every sentence. And you don’t even realize you’re crying until Bucky gently puts a hand under your chin, causing you to look up at him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry, doll. I just… wanted you to know what’s going on inside my head sometimes. You don’t have to cry for me, I know the nightmares aren’t real, it just doesn’t seem that way when I’m actually in them. But I’m doing better now, I promise.” He doesn’t add that he’s doing so much better because of you. And he’d never admit it out loud, but a small part of him hopes that he’s with you in Bucharest for a while longer, though like he thought last night, he knows it’s unrealistic. Although he’s better than when you first arrived, he knows he’s nowhere near ready to go back into the world and have to face the consequences of the Winter Soldier’s actions.

You’re worried about that too. The past year and a half, although a bit mundane because you were previously used to intense training and going on missions at least once a week, you’ve enjoyed this time with Bucky. Steve used to talk about him so much that you were always sad thinking you’d never get to meet him.

Now, you had. And although he was obviously quite different from the person in Steve’s stories, you could see bits of who he used to be shining through a little more every day. But based on what Steve and Nat said, the rest of the world still wasn’t anywhere close to seeing Bucky that way. You knew that he wouldn’t be able to join the rest of the world again unless people could get it in their heads that Bucky Barnes and the Winter Soldier were 2 completely different people. And you wouldn’t be able to go back to life as an Avenger until people saw that you weren’t protecting the Winter Soldier. You were protecting Bucky Barnes.

Things were tough, but there were more good days than bad, and you found yourself being glad that Steve encouraged you to go after the Winter Soldier back on the beach. Initially your sole focus was on making sure Steve stayed alive until help arrived. You saw the Winter Soldier walking away, but it hadn’t occurred to you to run after him. You can’t imagine if you hadn’t. Where he would’ve ended up, and how he would’ve been alone as the Winter Soldier slipped away and Bucky resurfaced.

“Hey, you still with me?” Bucky tilted his head, concerned for you.

“Yeah, I’m just… I don’t know. It’s crazy that a year and a half ago we were complete strangers. And now I can’t imagine not knowing you. That might be weird to say and I know you may not be completely comfortable around me just yet but I’m really glad that I followed you and came with you to Romania. You’ve shown so much growth and strength during the time that we’ve been here, and I’m really proud of you.”

Bucky tries to fight the tears that he feels coming on. When you put a hand on his cheek, he finds himself leaning in to your touch. He also can’t believe it. A year and a half ago, he never would’ve willingly let someone touch him like this. Now, he craves it. “I’m just sorry I’m still having bad days.”

“Bucky, you have absolutely nothing to apologize for. It’s completely understandable, you’ve been through more than anyone should ever have to go through, and I’m so sorry that all of that was put on you. You don’t deserve the pain that you’re feeling. I know it’s hard, and you may not believe it yet, but I’ll say it every day until you do. You are not the Winter Soldier. You are James Buchanan Barnes. There were bad days, there’ll probably be more bad days ahead, but there have also been really good days and I know that we have a lot more of those in the future. You are the strongest person that I have ever met, and I know that you’ll get through this.”

This time, he let’s the tears fall. As he looks at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes, he finds himself thinking about something he hasn’t done in a long time. He puts a hand on the back of your neck and leans down so that your foreheads are touching. You slowly nod your head, knowing what he’s silently asking.

The kiss is gentle, and sweet. You’d be lying if you said that today was the first moment you thought about kissing him. You’d think about it when you caught him sneaking glances at you, or when you’d wake up in the morning before he did and you got to just look at his beautiful face. But you didn’t want him to feel pressured, or like you were trying to force anything between you 2. Now that you knew the feelings were mutual at least on some level, you were overcome with a sense of happiness.

When you finally pull apart, you’ve both got the biggest smiles on your faces.

“I know I still have a lot of work left to do,” Bucky takes your hands in his, “and I’m not anywhere near the man I want to be, I’m not anywhere near deserving of your love, or the man that I know you deserve, but doll I’d be lying if I said I didn’t wish you were my girl. I know I come with a lot of baggage and you could probably find someone so much better than me. But what we have… I mean if you’ll have me…” he trails off, suddenly feeling nervous.

You smile as you think about just how far the man standing in front of you has come. The fact that he’s able to express his emotions to you in such a vulnerable way, you don’t think that’ll ever fail to amaze you. “You, Bucky Barnes, are without a doubt the best man I know. What I have with you, I don’t want with anyone else. Despite all you’ve endured, you’re still gentle, and kind, and you deserve all of that in return. I don’t know that I’m worthy of your love, but if you’ll have me, I’ll be your girl. I’m not much, but—”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence. I could look at you for a minute, and find a thousand things that I love about you. You are everything.”

The next 6 months are pure bliss. You leave the apartment more, not even minding the feel of the Photostatic Veil on your faces anymore. Spending so much time conversing with the locals, you’re now practically fluent in Romanian. You and Bucky now frequent the farmers market a lot more. Still mostly at night, but it’s nice to go on walks. After you officially became his girl, Bucky was filled with warmth the first time he held your hand when you started your walk out of the apartment building.

The last stop at the markets is always the fruit stand. Bucky was still recovering memories, but it had slowed a bit. You remembered when you took a particularly hard hit to the head one mission, and the next morning you walked out to the kitchen on your floor and saw a bowl of plums at the counter. Tony told you later that day that he and Bruce researched ways to help your memory improve, since the hit caused you to lose that entire day, and he said they found that plums were rich with antioxidants to protect the brain. People also found that eating them was associated with improved brain function and thinking. You said as much to Bucky, and he was more than happy to try anything that might help him remember faster.

You weren’t sure if it worked, because memories seemed to more or less return at the same pace, but he kept up with eating a plum every other day anyway.

He surprised you one night by asking you to tell him about Steve. The memories that he’d been getting back mostly involved early childhood, a few bad memories of being the Winter Soldier, and his time in the war, but specifically when Steve wasn’t there. He had a few memories of the 2 of them as young teens, and maybe 1 or 2 from after Steve rescued him, but he still didn’t remember much about the man who was his best friend. But when you mentioned one night that he was your partner on missions, he worked up the courage to ask you about him.

So one night while he held you in his arms, you told him basically everything you knew about Steve. About the stories he’d told you growing up in Brooklyn, how he needed Bucky to come to his rescue way too often because he never backed down from a fight, in fact he started a lot of them too. Bucky laughed as you told him about the time he and Steve ditched school to go watch a movie, only to be greeted by Sarah Rogers when they walked out of the theater. She’d been on her way to the post office right across the street and saw the boys run in. Knowing she’d ground Steve after he walked out, she decided to let them have their fun and watch the film.

When you told him about how Steve still lit a candle on a small cupcake every year for Bucky’s birthday, he wiped away a couple of tears.

“I know that look,” you gave him a kiss on the cheek, pulling him from the dark thoughts you knew were creeping up on him. “He isn’t mad that you haven’t spoken to him. He still knows you, but you’re re-learning him and he gets that, I promise. Whenever you and I go back to the United States, he’ll be there whenever you’re ready to see him again.”

Now, present day, you and Bucky have been living in Romania for about 2 years and a month. He surprises you by asking if you wanted to browse the farmers market during the day. For no particular reason, you 2 had slipped back into the habit of only leaving the apartment at night.

“I was just going to ask you that!” You exclaim, already heading to your room to change. And you really had been thinking about it. Bucky was doing so much better that you thought an outing during the day would be good.

15 minutes later, Bucky locks the apartment and you 2 head off down the street, hand-in-hand.

“I didn’t even notice until right now,” you use your free hand to tug on the sleeve of his jacket, “this is the exact outfit you were wearing when we left the United States.”

“Yeah, the shirts kind of grown on me,” he laughs. Truth be told, the red henley shirt was something of a comfort to him. It was the first thing you’d given him. Before he began spending time with you, he would wear it to sleep a lot.

Your entire body fills with dread when you see a man eyeing Bucky from a newspaper stand. You don’t look like your actual selves, but something about the way he’s staring at you. You’re both of course unaware of the fact that a few of the locals have noticed things. Specifically, that the 2 of you seemed out of place. And it was quite odd how you started living in the apartment right after the Winter Soldier and you went into hiding. They knew the man that normally rented the unit. What he did, how he sometimes helped people.

Before he even notices what you’re doing, you jog across the street and pick up the paper he was holding. He quickly catches up to you, and both of your eyes widen in horror as you read. WINTER SOLDIER CÂUTAT PENTRU BOMBARDMENTUL DIN VIENNA. “Winter Soldier Wanted for Vienna Bombing,” you whisper. “But— you’ve been here with me this whole time. I don’t understand.”

“We have to go. Now.” Bucky grabs your hand, dropping the paper in the process. You both take off walking as quickly as possible, knowing just outright running would draw too much attention to you both.

It feels like an eternity before you finally make it back to your apartment, and you can immediately tell that something’s wrong. Bucky puts a finger up to his lips, signaling to be quiet as you enter the building. He goes in front of you, and when he doesn’t call out to you after a few seconds, you slowly walk around the corner. You don’t know what you were expecting, but it wasn’t this.

“Steve?”

aaaaaand boom we’re in civil war! i genuinely didn’t know where to end it. left it kind of open ended so that you could picture things turning out however you want? or would anyone want a part 2 that goes into civil war? this was already longer than i anticipated and i didn’t want it to be like 20k+ words so, idk let me know! likes / re-blogs / feedback is always appreciated :)

[jungw8ns]

GOING TO AN ESCAPE ROOM WITH ENHYPEN !

PAIRING: boyfriend!enha x gn!reader. GENRE: established relationship, fluff, crack. WARNINGS: profanity (not that much tho), mentions of death (?). WORD COUNT: 100 - 200 each member.

HEESEUNG:

the two of you were so pumped playing an escape room together for the first time that the other people in line had to calm you guys down (which was trully embarrassing to say the least 🤐🤐)

he was looking at the ranking board filled with pictures of players that had succeeded in the shortest amount of time and he just wanted nothing more than to see both your faces on there

but anyways, we all know how competitive heeseung gets 🕴️

oh boy let me tell you, this guy WAS SPEEDRUNNING IT but not the kind you were thinking

the second the timer had started he was literally SPRINTING AROUND THE ROOM LOOKING FOR CLUES YET COMPLETELY MISSING THEM 🏃‍♂️💨💨💨

while he was busy running around, you were picking up the little details in the room and in no time managed to open a few locks

"y/n look i found– oh 😐😑😐"

HE WAS SULKING PLSSS 😭😭😭

when you noticed him standing from afar staring at you with his arms crossed, you called him to solve this one puzzle you already did

*gasps* "oh no! babe i don't understand how to do this, please help me 😔😔🤥🙏🙏"

he had to bite his lower lip to stop himself from letting out that cocky grin but it got out eventually

"oh it's so easy sweetheart, just put this here and then voila! 😉"

when the two of you escaped you suprisingly got to take a polaroid with him home after ranking 2nd in the records

heeseung was the one who held onto it tho, placing it underneath his clear phonecase for safekeeping <3

JAY:

GOD THIS DUDE

THE ESCAPE ROOM WASN'T EVEN THAT SCARY AND YET EVERYTIME YOU GUYS OPEN A LOCK OR A DOOR HIS FIGHT OR FLIGHT INSTINCTS COME UP 😭😭👊👊

"y/n stay behind me >:(("

"um, babe, you do realize that's just a door right?"

"WE'LL BETTER SAFE THAN SORRY?? THE STAFF COULD'VE PROGRAMMED IT TO GROW LEGS?? 😵🧐🧐"

you knew you shouldn't have played horror games with him a few nights ago cause he looked like he was about to lose his mind 😔

you had to shove his ass aside and move on to the next mission cause the both of you knew that he was stalling 🏌️‍♀️

jay was being extra clingy the whole time you were playing, he'd either link arms with you or hold hands (he's literally so adorable) 💞💞

BUT THEN YOU THOUGHT OF DOING A PRANK ON HIM

while you were roaming around the room trying to solve a puzzle, you saw this horse mask on a nearby table

and so you made sure jay was distracted and put on the mask

you could've NOT worn the dusty old thing but where was the fun in that?

"jay can you come here for a sec?"

you hid behind the wall beside the door frame waiting for him to come into your sight and attacked him

now, how about we guess what happens next?

a. he faints

b. he runs away

or c. he slaps you in the face and forces you to buy him food for the rest of the night

if you guessed c then YAY! YOU'RE CORRECT 🥳🎉🎉🎊

THIS HOE SLAPS YOU AS HE SHOULD

"$##/@+(+'£%(:?!!)&£**/*%@"

when he finally takes off the mask like those scenes in scooby doo he's never felt so betrayed in his life

"i- I TRUSTED YOU 😭😭😭 YOU BETTER BUY ME FOOD LATER, I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS, THE BETRAYAL???? LITERALLY UNPROVOKED?????"

he wouldn't stop side eyeing you until you guys finally pulled up on the mcdonalds drive thru

"hi, can i get two um– bts meals please? 😒😒 and two oreo mc flurries 🙄🙄 and also large fries 😐😐"

sane (1/3)

would be trailing behind you like a little puppy (i love him so much 😭😭😭)

he either has his arm linked with yours or held hands every five minutes

JAKE:

really focused on the puzzles he's doing but the second he hears you call out his name for help he's there beside you with the sweetest smile

but anyways, mans was POPPING OFF the entire time you were playing

he was solving problem after problem in no time (he wanted to impress you is why he activated his inner flash ⚡⚡) but he did let you play tho, the last thing he wanted to do was make you pissed at him for hogging all the games

def buried jake with compliments and forehead kisses right after ❤️__❤️

and so the two of you got out in like an hour and a few which you were very proud of

"you were so cool today babe, good job !!"

"aww thank you angel 😊😊"

sane (2/3)

SUNGHOON:

would be linking pinkies with you the whole time, only letting go whenever the both of you had to solve something that needed two or more people

there was this one game tho where he had to arm wrestle this literal hand lever to open the door to the last room (yea...don’t ask why, the staffs were pretty weird 😬😬) 

it made him enjoy the experience a bit more as it was only the two of you playing instead of getting accompanied by strangers

HGAWAHSGDHSGHDA PLSS THIS GUY

“oh this’ll be easy, y/n step aside, i’ll handle this 😏😏😏”

idk if you were supposed to think about how handsome he looked with his serious expression on and his veiny hands coming into frame or be worried for him because the lever was REAL HARD to pull that his veins looked like they were going to pop any second soon, you stepped in and helped him tho cause you were a good s/o <3

from a spectators point of view, the two of you looked like y’all were about shit your pants but the two of you eventually succeeded on beating it, immediately dragging him to the next room which had a sofa in it, laying down to catch your breaths

cliché moment ahead ⚠️⚠️

the two of you shared a few laughs before standing up on the empty space, held hands and started to jump in circles to celebrate your success 💃💃

yupp, y’all were never going back to that hellhole again

very stubborn at first, he wanted nothing to do with the game but then you held him at gunpoint by saying:

SUNOO:

"please just this once or else i'll revoke your mint choco ice cream rights 🔫🔫🔫"

"BUT IT'S SCARY IN THERE BABE :((("

"it won't be that scary sunshine, besides, i'll be ready to 🤜💥 yk?? trust me babe i would never let anyone hurt you <33"

kinda pissed since you blackmailed him into the place and also bc he wanted to play bumper cars and dance mania but he yea he caved in pretty quick 😋😋

(y/n let him play his games in peace tf >:(((( )

once you guys got in tho he realized how normal it was and that it was not terrifying at all

THE EPITOME OF CLINGY OMFG

he wouldn't stop back hugging you and you couldn't bring yourself to push him away to play the games so you just let him walk behind you with his arms on your shoulders 😩😩

(y'all were walking kinda funny but don't tell sunoo that 🤫🤫🤫)

yea the two of you ended up escaping with a whopping 2 hours and a few minutes

but it was the effort that counts so A+++++ for the both if you 😜👍👍👍

sane (3/3)

JUNGWON:

was the one who suggested going, he even searched on naver about really good escape room places to visit and was overall really looking forward it

he liked going to places and having fun with you so it wasn't a shock how his eyes were literally crescents and his dimples were so evident

yea he literally rushed the both of you to the place that you were the first in line 😵

while waiting for the staff to finish setting up he was playing with your connected hands like 🖐️✊🖐️✊ (so precious 💞💞)

"y/n why are you taking so long 😭😭 what if they close and we end up not solving a single lock, hurry up por favorrr 😩🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏"

when they finally lead you to the room he was kind of surprised that they had separated the two of you into different spaces (like the one with txt where they had the answers to the other member's puzzles yk???)

he was locked inside a telephone stand while you were handcuffed in the main room

dw the two of you reunited after a few minutes cause jungwon was rushing his lock to get to you 🤭

you both were progressing at an average pace and it made you guys a lot more closer (not that you guys weren't before but you get what i mean)

after you guys escaped the two of you went to eat curry and talked about the whole experience 😋✌️✌️✌️

this boy literally dragged you in the escape room with him

NIKI:

HE DIDN'T EVEN GIVE YOU TIME TO REFUSE HE JUST 😐👉🚪

"ok masterchefs, in order to test your abilities we must go through series of puzzles and make it out alive, understood?"

he tried ignoring how confused you were and went on to try and get you guys to escape

HE'S LAUGHING AT YOU FOR WHATEVER REASON AND OBV YOU LAUGH ASWELL CAUSE WHO WOULDN'T??? his laugh is so contagious pls 🤖🤖 he was so close to d wording cause he couldn't breathe from laughing too much

yea.. you guys spent so much time laughing at each other for being so dumb at this that you ended up playing 'till closing time

spoiler alert: he fails on doing anything cause the second you made eye contact with him this child collapses 😍🤩

GIRL SO EMBARRASSING 🤡🤡

THE STAFF KICKED THE BOTH OF YOU OUT AND NOW YOU GUYS WERE BANNED FROM THE PLACE ☠️☠️

"haunted house next weekend???"

"BET"

NOTE – god they were WAY funnier in my head but yeah.... i love them so much AND OMFG HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN HEESEUNG’S SELCAS LAST NIGHT???!?@??#?@?!?@ HE’S NOT REAL WTF ⁉️❓❓⁉️

also, idk why BUT EVERY TIME I SAVE A DRAFT the paragraphs get scrambled?? £!?) 6=6) 🤣😂💔💔🤣🤣😂💔 it's so annoying but anyways, ilysm pls stay safe and have a great day <33

[mythiccheroacademia]

—move your hand

mtha thots: you better take that d!ck hoe <3

all characters are 18+ and you should be too

warnings: nsfw

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Todoroki Natsuo:

you should’ve known better

a man could only take so much before he snaps

even someone as patient and kind as natsuo had his limits

and you sure loved to test them

sometimes, it worked out

like now

he had you trapped against the wall, tongue down your throat, and hips swiveling into yours without a crumb of mercy

and as mind blowing as it was, you were starting to think you got a little too ahead of yourself

bc jfc you couldn’t think

all you knew was how big he was and how full he made you feel

there was no beginning or end

it was just an endless string of pleasure with each intentional stroke

rearranging your guts wasn’t enough to describe what he was doing to you

when natsuo told you to stop playing with him before he shut you up, he meant it

lord have mercy

all you could do was try to keep up as he kissed you breathless

you suddenly break free to gasp as the tip of his length kissed an untouched spot deep in your walls and it’s too much to take

you feel like you’re gonna melt

your hand goes to touch your stomach and you swear you can feel him right there

but it’s not long before natsuo takes notice and growls for you to move your hand

you refuse to

bc sir you’re touching my liver

so he does it for you

and now your back to square one, forced to face the consequences of your earlier actions

the next day, your legs are completely useless

he buys you your fav ice cream as an apology tho

Todoroki Shouto:

throughout the week, your boyfriend had been uncharacteristically quiet

at first, you thought it was stress from work

and then you realized shouto wasn’t just annoyed or frustrated

but there was a deep stead of anger

jealous anger

and you had no idea where it came from

but one thing you knew for sure was that the night you confronted him turned into one of the best nights of your life

one minute you're touching his shoulder in comfort and in the next, he’s got you on your back and your legs on his broad shoulders

the veins pop through the skin of his hands as he grips your hips and the headboard above you

he’s fucking you like it’s your last day on earth and you can feel the third toe-curling orgasm you’re about to have build at your core

you toss your head around and scratch down his sweaty back

and he just watches you unfold

it’s too much for you

you feel like you’ll implode

your body sucks him in deeper with each hard thrust and you can feel it in your stomach

your hand goes to your belly to relieve some of the pressure

you think you can take back your sanity when—

“move your fucking hand”

he wants to kill you, you’re sure of it

“baby, please—"

but shouto is having none of that

he takes your hands and locks them above your head, positioning himself so your legs hike further up in the air

and now he’s impossibly deeper

you finally look up and shouto’s eyes are hard and unmoving as you struggle to hold onto reality

and you’re not too sure you’ll make it out alive tonight

death by dick omg

Dabi:

you told yourself this would be the last time you’d see him

the last time you’d let him anywhere near you

but that’s what you said last monday too

and for some odd reason, you still found yourself face down on the sheets, stuffed impossibly full w dabi’s dick

you’d be surprised if your back wasn’t broken by the end of the night

or at least your spine realigned

anyways

you’ve lost your breath too many times to count

and his palm around the back of your neck, long fingers squeezing the base of your throat, didn’t help either

dabi’s hips crack up in a brutal pace and he smirks, almost sadistically, when you sob out a moan

you’re drooling out his name, internally hating how good he makes you feel

too good

you can feel every inch of him

every ridge and vein drawing against your sore walls

it’s too much for you to take

so you unconsciously reach behind you, desperate to push him away before you go crazy with pleasure

but dabi’s quick to put an end to that

he growls out for you to move your hand, slapping it away

“you can take it. you can take daddy’s dick, sweetheart”

and to make sure his words stick, he pushes your body down so your flat against the bed

your eyes roll back as you feel him plunge deeper into you

his hips begin to roll with purpose, making sure the curved tip of his length touch all the places that makes you see heaven

and when dabi leans over your head to groan a deep, “fuck”

well…you just about lose it

fuck it, you’ll be back next week

[mid-weast]

Will you keep it down? | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: You and Jungkook attend the same university and have been neighbors for 3 months now. It drives you crazy that he plays loud music at 2AM, and it drives him crazy that you barely acknowledge his presence.

Pairing: Jungkook x Female!Reader; Black!Reader

Words: 2.6K

Genre: enemies to lovers, student!jungkook, student!reader, fluff, mention of smut, angst? (in the form of bickering back and forth).

Authors note: Hi hi! This is the first fic I’ve ever written so if it’s bad I’m sorry. Also it is unedited so if there's grammar / spelling mistakes I'm sorry again! Also this is catered toward the reader being Black but I hope it can be enjoyed by everyone. Thank you for reading! Feedback is appreciated ok love u bye!

“Y/N? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??!? Open this door RIGHT NOW!”

Even though you were studying in your room, his knocks were so loud you nearly jumped out of your skin. You had expected a reaction, but not a full-on explosion.

You and Jungkook have been apartment neighbors for about three months now, and a constant problem is that he blares his music hella loud late at night. Of course he’s a music major so he listens to music a lot, but at this point you don’t care. It doesn’t even seem like he’s working on composition homework anyway, just being an asshole with no regard for his neighbors peace. Now don’t get yourself wrong, you're not just some uptight bitch who complains about everything. Well, you do have several pet peeves but over the years of going to school in Korea you’ve picked and chosen your battles very wisely. In most cases you let things slide. You wouldn’t care at all about someone playing the music loudly, but it is 2 AM, and while you’re up studying you know a lot of your other neighbors are trying to sleep.

You tiptoe toward your front door and twist the knob slowly. You only open the door wide enough to be able to see his face. It’s not that you’re scared that you’re in danger or anything, and you rarely back down from people giving you a hard time. But you were tired, wearing a big ass t- shirt and short shorts (your regular sleep attire), and it was late at night. So if anything was going to pop off you felt pretty vulnerable. Even though you’re the same age, he towers over you and you find his size kinda intimidating.

As usual, you have to crane your neck to see his face, and your view of him is limited by the narrowness in which

you opened the door.

“Can I help you, lil boy?”

From what you can see of him, right away you can tell that he is pissed. Dawning his usual attire of a black sweatshirt with the hood up, black sweats, and stomp a hoe boots, he stood extremely close to your apartment door with his arms crossed. His usually wide, puppy dog eyes are now pressed in narrow slits. His normally pouty lips are formed in a hard line, and his jaw is so clenched you could carve an ice sculpture with his jawline.

"Who the hell do you think you are? You called the cops on me? Are you INSANE???" Jungkook shouts.

Obviously he's mad, and despite the amount of times you've gone back and forth he's never raised your voice at you. The old you would have screamed back at him, but over time you've tried to respond to anger with calmness. Also, you were a little scared because this mf is kind of big.

"I already told you if you keep blaring your music at 2AM, I was going to do something about it!" You respond in a hushed whisper, slightly concerned that your elderly neighbors will be even more disturbed by the noise. "I've told you this a million times, and you barely do anything about it. If anything, it's gotten worse like you're doing it on purpose. People are trying to sleep and I'm trying to study, why is this so hard for you to understand?"

He sucks his teeth. "You're such a little snitch. And I've already told YOU that YOU can't tell me what to do."

"I know I can't...but they can," you nod toward the exit, referring to the police officers that most likely just left out that way with a tiny smirk growing on your face.

If it was possible, he clenched his jaw even harder and you think that he's going to pop a blood vessel. He pushes his way into your apartment, which sends you stumbling back and you grab the door handle to regain your balance. This causes you to close the door shut.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're-"

He steps right up to you and leans down into your face.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, seriously??? Why are you such an annoying little brat? Just because you're a nerd with no friends who gets no play doesn't mean you can take your bitterness out on me.”

You have to laugh in his face at this point because hello??? First of all, who is he talking to? Second of all, you have told him a BUNCH of times to turn his music down late at night. You didn't think that was too much to ask. As far as you were concerned, being aware of your noise level when you live in an apartment is the universal bare minimum for being a human being.

"ME? Who do you think YOU are? Actually let me tell you. You're an entitled little rich boy who thinks he runs the world. I don't give a fuck about how popular you are on campus, how many people fall at your feet to be around you, and how many hoes you have, you cant talk to ME like that. And how are you going to try and tell me about myself when it's too much of a task for you to be a decent neighbor? I've never done anything to blatantly bother you, so why can you just.." You started to panic because usually when you raise your voice out of anger, your voice cracks and tears threaten to pool out of your eyes, but you tried to get a grip and not back down..."why can you just be nice to me so we can live in peace? Is that too hard for you???"

He looked kind of taken aback by your question. Being nice to you? It never crossed his mind. Also, you kind of had a point. When the semester started and you both moved in on the same day, you would shoot him a small, friendly smile in passing but you never seemed interested in getting to know him. He always wondered why that was. It's not that he had a problem talking with girls, since all he had to do was breathe and girls would come flocking around him, but you would flat out ignore him. Even at all the major parties at the beginning of the year and on Thursday nights when students take over the clubs in the city, you'd barely even acknowledge him. He KNEW that you had seen him too, since you would make eye contact, but you acted like he was just another guy at the club.

And he'd be lying if he said you weren't fine. You had thick thighs, a beautiful face, nice curves, and always wore outfits that hugged you in the right places. He always wondered what it would feel like to wrap his arms around your body and press it against his own. He would constantly sneak peaks of you throughout the night at the club, but something stirred in him when he saw that you were chatting up other guys. Was he...jealous? Jealous that you were so eager to pay attention to these dudes who, in his opinion, were decent looking but they were nowhere near his level, and you never even gave him a second thought? One night he even saw you leaving with a man he knew through mutual friends, and he had to physically stop himself from breaking the glass he was holding, because that guy, while objectively handsome, was nothing compared to him. Jungkook wasn't blatantly cocky, but he let his talent, charm, and looks speak for themselves. He was THEE Jeon Jungkook, and nothing ever really bothered him....except you.

Was he....interested in you? Nah, that can't be it. You were some random chick who happened to be his neighbor, who also is one of the only girls he's met that doesn't give two fucks about even having small talk with him, and that infuriated him for some reason. So the first time you came knocking on his door in an adorable pink satin pajama set with a matching bonnet complaining about his loud music, he knew the game he had to play.

He's still standing over you, centimeters away from you face, but you notice that his eyes soften a little and so does his jaw. He unclenches the fists he was holding crossed against his chest

You continue, “I don't care what you do, and I'm DEFINITELY trying to run your messy ass life. Believe me," you scoff, "you don't have enough money to pay me to do that. But when your dickhole behavior fucks with MY life is when it's a problem. And it's BEEN a problem."

He rolls his eyes. "Whatever, little girl, maybe I should call you little mouse now, since now I know that you'll go squeaking to the cops now, don't fuck with me or my music again.”

Without moving your head you look him up and down with a confused expression. "Am I supposed to be scared of you? No seriously, you look like you cry during Disney movies while wearing footie pajamas, and now here you are throwing a fit because I forced you to stop bothering the entire wing with your music?"

Girl...what are you saying??? This man just barged into YOUR place, is in your face, and is strong enough to pick you up and throw you, and you’re insulting him? But you figured if he's going to be rude, you'll throw it right back because you're tired of his bullshit.

Whatever softness he was feeling for a fleeting moment immediately left, and annoyance once again washed over. He straightens up a bit and puts on that annoying confident smirk he wears when he thinks he's won arguments between you two.

"You should be nicer to me, all it will take is for me to tweet one thing about you, and you'll be the most hated person on campus."

At this point, any suspicions that you had about him annoying you on purpose were confirmed. You've concluded that this mf is a bully and you, small and shy but not one to take mess, will put him in his place to-motherfucking-night.

You take a step toward him, now crossing your arms tightly against your chest, but he doesn't even move a hair backwards.

"Clearly you need a rude awakening so here it is. I don't know what type of people you've dealt with all your life, always saying yes to you, letting you boss them around and taking whatever bullshit you dish out, but let me tell you I am not the one. Never have been and never will be. Unlike the other fools around here who cream their pants at the mention of your name, I don't care about who you are. You'll respect ME and MY peace as long as we're neighbors, you get me?"

Now y/n, you have never so boldly stood up to someone, where did that come from, babes? You've tried to not let this entitled little boy get to you this whole time, but with him standing in front of you in the middle of your apartment with that extremely annoying, yet handsome, smirk on his face, and after all the crap he's said tonight, he had you all the way fucked up.

After you said that, he just laughed and looked away. Now you’re standing there fuming and confused...was there a joke you missed? You were being dead serious!

"Something funny?" you ask, narrowing your eyes.

"Nothing, just thinking about how I want to face fuck that annoying little mouth of yours so you finally shut up.”

Your jaw almost dropped to the floor. You've never had a guy say something so blatantly rude and vulgar literally inches away from your face. But again, you weren't going to back down.

"Oh really?" Scoffing and tilting your head to the side a bit while narrowing your eyes even more, "I'd very much like to do the same. Maybe then you'll learn your place."

"Oh please, princess, you probably blanch when someone around you even mentions the word sex." He chuckles and leans down close toward your face again and cocks his head to the side, scrunching his nose and in a pouty voice said, "you're fooling no one, but keep trying, maybe you'll get there.”

You're even more annoyed than you were before, if that was even possible. But if he wanted to play this game, you might as well go there with him. It's true, you were a bit more prudent than more, but it pissed you off that he could tell. Regardless, you do know some things to say that could have him leaving with his tail between his legs.

You pouted your lips and in a babying tone said, “Aww sweetheart you have no idea. You think you're big and bad but like I said, you probably cry watching Disney movies. The same way you'd be crying, begging me to let you cum down my throat as I mercilessly toy with your cock for hours.”

Now it's his turn to go pale. Y/n, his stuck up neighbor who has barely even spared him five seconds of her time just threatened to edge him into submission? He has to pinch himself because he must be dreaming....

“Well I-“

“But I don't even think we’d make it that far, hun” you continue, “because in order to humble your egotistical, disrespectful ass, I'm gonna have to ride your face until you suffocate. And when the paramedics come and I have to explain how you died, I won't even hesitate to tell them that you were a punk ass loser who LITERALLY drowned in my pussy!”

You don’t know who this person speaking is, but it is not you. All of the pent up hostility you’ve held towards him just flooded out of you and you couldn’t stop the words from coming out. To be honest you shocked yourself, but you still stood there with your arms crossed and your face unfaltering, just waiting for him to say something smart back.

He stared at you silently, eyes wider than you’ve seen before and his mouth hung slightly open. He wasn’t expecting you to respond with so much fire, but now he wouldn’t be able to sleep until the image you painted came true. His brain said fuck it, and his lips crashed down onto yours. The kiss is sloppy but passionate, and you swore you heard him quietly whimper.

When he feels you starting to kiss back, he smirks into the kiss. Your lips are moving against each other in tandem, and all thoughts about how much you despise the prick fades away. As you uncrossed your arms and placed them on his chest, you could feel his heart beating wildly. Was he as nervous as you were this whole time? You wonder. You knew he was a player, so he was experienced. But the thought that you made him nervous gave you a tiny confidence boost. His hands slowly slide up the sides of your body to sneak behind your back, to pull you further into his chest. As much as your brain was telling you to resist him and push him away, you couldn't help but fall victim to how soft his lips felt against yours. Suddenly you feel airborne as he swiftly reaches down behind your thighs and picks you up. You instinctively gasp but he doesn’t miss a beat, simply biting your lower lip and locking your lips together again.

“Maybe we should test that scenario of yours, and if it comes true, that wouldn’t be the worst way for me to go” he says, doing that annoying but soul-crushingly handsome smirk he likes to wear as he carries you off to your bedroom.

[lxcuuna]

“Oh, milord.~”