#I tried so hard to stay away from the neon but i CAN'T

[ghostcupdraws]

And I did not care for it

[wildflowersandvibranium]

Now , Forever

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem Reader (set during CABNW)

Summary: Bucky ended things out of fear , thinking his dark past made him unworthy of love , but when he found her drowning her heartbreak in a bar, he couldn’t stay away.

Word Count: 2.5k+

Warnings: anstyyyy then ends happy , established relationship , exes to lovers , lots of drinking , smoking mentioned , depression mentions , alcoholism mentions , buckys past mentioned , blood mentioned , throw up/vomitting , hangover symptoms , medicine mentions , kisses i think thats all....

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A/N: im writing this half asleep and in one contiuos go , so sorry for any mistakes till i can proof read it! this little idea just popped in my head when rewatch CABNW and i just had to quickly whip something up. Hope you enjoy bbys :P

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The night Bucky ended things , you could feel it in your gut before he had even said the words. 

He was tense , shoulders tight as cable , his jaw working like he was chewing on something bitter and sticky. 

The apartment was a little too quiet , the air too still. 

You sat on the edge of the bed , fingers twisting in your lap waiting for the ball to drop.

“Bucky , what is it?” you asked softly.

He didn’t look at you at first. 

He stared at the plush carpeted floor, eyes shadowed and distant in deep thought. 

His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides , the faint creak of the metal plates as his vibranium fingers flexed.

“I can’t do this ,” he finally replied , voice low and hoarse.

Your heart seized up. “What? What do you mean?”

He dragged a hand through his hair , his fingers trembling. 

“I’m not who you think I am. I’ve tried to be… someone better. But it doesn’t change what I’ve done. What I’ve been.”

“Bucky,” you whispered , your voice shaking and broken. 

You stood , crossing the space between you , reaching out to touch his flesh arm. “I know about your past. I know it’s hard for you. But I love you. I don’t care—”

“It’s not that simple!” he snapped , his voice breaking on the last word. 

He flinched like he’d struck you , his expression twisting and turning. “I can’t let you see it. If you did… if you really saw what I’ve done , the blood on my hands , the ghosts that haunt my mind , you’d never look at me the same again and I can't live like that.”

You swallowed hard , tears blurring your vision pouring out. “I already see you , Bucky. I see the man in front of me. I see the way you try every day. That’s who I love.”

He shook his head , shoulders slumping now. “You deserve more than this , more than me. I can’t keep pretending I’m not… tainted and bruised. I thought I could protect you from it , but I can’t.”

You stepped closer, your hands on his chest , feeling the frantic beat of his heart beneath your palms. “Don’t do this,” you whispered. “Please don’t , you dont mean it right?”

But his hands came up wrapping around your wrists , gently but firmly removing yours from his chest. His eyes were wet now , his lips trembling. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I have to.”

And with that , he turned and walked out the door , leaving you standing there with your heart in your hands and the taste of his goodbye lingering on your lips.

You didn’t go home that night. 

Couldn’t. The apartment felt like an empty tomb without him , every shadow whispering his name. So you ran.

The bar down the street was loud and bright , neon signs flickering in the dark and glitter scattered around like promises you knew better than to believe. 

You pushed your way in , the music hitting you with a physical force , the beat so loud it rattled inside your bones.

You didn’t bother with grabbing a seat. 

You went straight to the bar , your voice barely a thread as you ordered a shot of vodka. 

The bartender gave you a once-over , something like concern flickering in his eyes, but he poured it anyway, sliding it over.

You tossed it back, the burn slipping down your throat a welcome distraction from the ache in your heart. 

You ordered another. 

And another. 

The edge of the bar was sticky under your fingertips , the smell of sweat and smoke heavily thick in the air.

The world started to blur around the edges. 

Faces became smears of color and simple shapes , laughter and conversation melting into the thud of the bass blaring. 

You ordered another shot , your hand shaking so badly the shot glass clinked against the counter.

Someone bumped into you , muttered an apology you didn’t hear. 

You didn’t care. 

Nothing mattered except the heat of the alcohol and the numbness creeping through your veins.

Just what you were wanting.

Your phone buzzed and lit up in your jeans pocket , a tiny lifeline in the noise and haze. 

You fumbled for it , your fingers clumsy and tingling , almost dropping it twice before you managed to answer.

“Hello?” you mumbled,  your voice thick and slurred , not even looking at the contact.

“Hey,” Sam Wilson's voice came through , calm but urgent. “Where are you?”

You tried to focus , tried to remember. “I’m… I’m at the bar. The one by the river. He… he left me , Sam.” Your voice cracked , a sob breaking free before you could stop it. “Bucky left me.”

Sam took a breath on the other end , calming himself. “Okay. Listen to me. I need you to stay right there. I’m coming to get you , okay? Don't leave.”

You clutched the phone so hard it could crack under the pressure. “Don’t… don’t tell him where I am . Please. I don’t want him to see me like this.”

“I won’t,” Sam promised. “I’m just going to get you home safe.”

You didn’t remember hanging up. 

You didn’t remember much of anything after that , just the constant too loud music pounding in your buzzing head , the alcohol burning a hole in your gut and chest , and the feeling that you were already halfway to nowhere.

You slumped forward , your head resting on the bar top , the shot glass still clutched in your hand like medicine. 

You didn’t even fight it when the world went black around you.

When you woke back up , it was to the smell of stale coffee and paper. 

Sam’s office. 

The overhead light was dim , the soft hum of the city outside the only sound you could make out right now.

You tried to sit up , but your head felt like it was full of broken glass and bricks. A groan slipped past your lips , and you pressed a hand to your forehead , trying to piece together how you got here.

Your eyes caught a picture frame on Sam’s desk , Sam and Bucky, arms slung around each other, grinning wide and bright. 

It felt like a punch to the gut. 

In your fuzzy , still havely drunken mind , you couldn’t separate the photo from the real people.

You stumbled to the desk , your hands trembling as you reached for the frame. “Bucky,” you whispered , your voice small and raw. “Why’d you leave me? Why didn’t you let me fight for you , for us?”

Tears welled up , slipping hot and fast down your cheeks. You pressed the frame to your chest , your body shaking with sobs. “I love you,” you cried , your voice ragged. “I love you so much , please, don’t leave me.”

The picture didn’t answer. 

It just stared back at you , frozen in time. You sank to your knees , the frame still clutched in your hands , your tears dripping onto the glass.

And then , from the doorway , you heard a voice , soft , rough , but unmistakably real and him.

“I’m here.”

You looked up , your breath catching in your throat. 

Bucky stood there , his expression a mix of anguish and love , his hands curled into fists at his sides.

“Bucky,” you gasped , the frame slipping from your fingers. “You’re… you’re here.”

He crossed the room in three long strides , dropping to his knees in front of you. His hands came up to cradle your face , thumb pads brushing away your warm tears. “I’m here,” he said again, his voice shaking. “I’m so sorry.”

You threw your arms around his neck , burying your face in his shoulder. 

The scent of him , leather and pine soap and something uniquely his , wrapped around you , grounding you to the world.

“I thought you didn’t want me,” you sobbed. “I thought I lost you.”

“Never,” he murmured , his breath warm against your hair. “I was trying to protect you. But I was wrong. I can’t protect you by pushing you away.”

Your fingers curled in the fabric of his jacket , holding him like you’d drown if you let go. 

Bucky didn’t say another word as he stood and scooped you into his arms. You let out a soft gasp , surprised by the effortless strength of his hold , but you didn’t fight it. 

You didn’t want to.

Your head lolled against his chest as he carried you out of Sam’s office. 

The cold night air bit at your skin , but it didn’t matter. 

All you could feel was the steady , sure beat of his heart under your cheek.

Sam and Joaquin hovered in the doorway, their expressions worried but relieved.

“Thank you guys,” Bucky murmured , his voice a promise as he shifted you in his arms. “I’ve got her.”

Sam gave him a small nod. “You know where I am if you need anything.”

Bucky just nodded , but his focus was entirely on you.

The ride back to your apartment was quiet and short.. 

You curled against him in the passenger seat of his car, the streetlights blurring past in streaks of white and golden light.. 

You felt the rough but also soft pad of his thumb brushing soothing circles on the back of your hand and knuckles , the last bit of tether to reality , in the here and now.

When you reached your building , he carried you inside like you weighed nothing at all. 

He kicked the door shut behind him , the soft click of the lock sealing you in with him , no more noise , no more neon lights , just you and him and the quiet of the night.

He set you down gently on the edge of your bed , his hands lingering on your shoulders as he knelt in front of you. 

Your eyelids fluttered , heavy with exhaustion and the last dregs of alcohol sinking in  , but you forced them to still be open.

“Let’s get you cleaned up baby ,” he murmured , his voice a low rasp that sent shivers down your spine.

You nodded , your breath hitching as his fingers brushed a lock of hair behind your ear. 

He reached for a washcloth in the nearby dresser , running it under warm water before wringing it out. 

He cupped your cheek with his flesh hand , tilting your head slightly as he began to wipe away the smudged mascara and left over makeup ruined by your tears.

The gentle drag of the cloth was comforting , his touch so tender it made your stomach do a flutter.

“I missed you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible, eyes still closed. “So much.”

“I missed you too,” he said softly, his eyes full of intent on cleaning your face. “Every second.”

He set the now dirty washcloth aside , his hand lingering on your cheek for a moment longer before he moved to brush your hair. 

He found your black hairbrush on the nightstand , the bristles worn and familiar.

He worked slowly , carefully , untangling each knot with a patience that made you want to cry again but you were drained of all tears. 

Your eyes fell closed again , breathing in the familiarity of having him here with you , letting yourself relax under his touch.

“There you go,” he murmured , his voice a soothing rumble. “Almost done.”

When he was finished , he gathered your hair in a messy ponytail , his fingers deft as he laid it over your back. He tied it off with a small black band , his knuckles brushing against your collarbone in a way that made your skin tingle.

“Better?” he asked, his lips curling into a small smile.

You nodded , blinking up at him with glassy eyes. “Yeah. Thank you.”

He pressed a barely there and oh so quick kiss to your forehead. “Let’s get you into bed , okay?”

He helped you out of your rumpled and dirty day clothes reeking of cheap vodka and that smokey club smell , swapping them for one of his old t-shirts that you loved so much. 

It hung loose on your frame , the fabric soft and word against your skin. When he was done , he tucked you in , smoothing the blankets and duvet around you with a care that stole your breath.

He paused for a moment , just watching you. 

His eyes traced every line of your face , every dotted freckle , and the soft curve of your lips , even the faint flush on your cheeks.

“I love you,” he said finally, his voice rough. “I hope you know that.”

“I love you too,” you murmured , your voice thick and raw with sleep. “Don’t leave again. Please.”

He brushed your fly aways back from your face , his thumb tracing the curve of your cheek bone . “I’m not going anywhere,” he said. “Not this time, not ever again.”

You drifted off to sleep with his hand in yours , the world fading around you like the last echoes of a bad dream.

You woke to the sharp , twisting pain of a hangover in your gut and piercing dull pain in your head , your mouth overly dry. 

You stumbled to the bathroom barely making it , half-blind with the bright morning light streaming through the window.

Before you could even get your mind together , Bucky was there. 

He knelt beside you as you vomited into the toilet , his hand steady and warm on your back , his other hand gathering your hair away from your face to keep it clean and out of the way.

“It’s okay , I'm right here ,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “Just let it out.”

When you were done and spent , he wiped your mouth with a damp corner of a  towel and helped you rinse your mouth and brush your teeth. 

You leaned against the cool tile wall ,  breathing ragged, but he didn’t move away. 

He stayed right there the entire time , his thumb brushing over your temple.

“Here,” he said , holding out a glass of cool water. “Small sips not too much.”

You took it with shaking hands , the cold liquid a relief against your parched and raw throat. 

You managed a weak smile of thanks , your eyes bleary as you looked at him.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” you said , your voice barely audible.

“I wanted to ,” he said simply. “I love you.”

Tears welled up again , but this time they were soft , gentle. “I love you too,” you said , your voice breaking. “I don’t want you to run anymore.”

He cupped your face in his hands , his thumb brushing away the single tear that slipped down your cheek. “Then I don’t,” he said. “We face it together.”

He pulled you into a hug , his arms wrapping around you like a shield against the world. 

You clung to him , your face buried in his shoulder , breathing him in.

“You’re it for me,” he said softly, his breath warm against your ear. “You’re my forever.”

You looked up at him, your eyes shining. “You’re my forever too.”

He pressed his forehead to yours , the soft morning light catching on the tears in your lashes. “Then let’s start that forever right here , right now,” he murmured.

In the quiet morning , with the world slowly waking around you , you knew that no matter what came next , no matter how dark the nights , how heavy the memories , you’d now face it together. And that was all you both needed.

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Saw the prompt list for the 500 event and whenever possible I need to read number 9 for Chan it seems so cute but of course when you have time 🥹

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Alexa, play Vegas by Johnny Orlando 

9. Marry in Vegas

“Vegas, baby”

You said it giggling, holding up the prize like a joke— two surprise tickets to Las Vegas won on a random radio giveaway. You expected Chan to smile politely and say something like:

 “You should go with someone more fun” or “That’s not really my scene” 

But instead, he tilted his head, and smiled softly.

“Yeah, okay… let’s do it”

Just like that, the leader of Stray Kids became your partner in crime for a weekend of neon lights, cheap drinks, and wild possibilities.

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Vegas hit like a fever dream. You were barely off the plane when you were handed a plastic margarita the size of your torso. The Strip was a blur of lights, people, music and chaos. Chan was weirdly giggly, like he’d finally stepped out of his own body and left the pressure back in Korea. You could practically see the tension fade away of him with every step he took into irresponsibility.

He kept sneaking pictures of you when you weren’t looking. Quick snaps from his phone, fingers trembling just a little with excitement. You caught him once, his face instantly flushing a deep shade of pink. He stammered, barely able to meet your eyes.

“I just... want to remember this forever”, he muttered, voice soft

Later, you found yourself at a slot machine, the reels spinning and clicking beneath your fingers. Suddenly, the lights flashed wildly, and the machine erupted in a victorious chime— you’d won.

Your prize? An enormous pair of high heels, straight out of a drag queen’s closet— glittering, towering, and absolutely ridiculous. You slipped them on, teetering dramatically, and Chan burst into uncontrollable laughter.

He doubled over, clutching his stomach, tears of amusement glinting in his eyes.

“I swear” he gasped between laughs, “you look like you’re ready to take over Vegas. One hilarious step at a time”

You laughed too, the absurdity of the moment sealing itself in your memory forever.

He reached up, pretending to measure your height, still chuckling.

“Now that you’re taller than me. What am I supposed to do? Look up to you all day?”

“Not that’s hard to be taller than you”

His laugh died immediately 

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

You were walking past a row of glowing signs when you spotted it— a strip club.

You nudged him, “Hey, Chan. Wanna go in?”

Chan turned to you like you’d just asked him to commit a crime, “What?!

“Come on”, you grinned, “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, right?”

His eyes widened, still hesitant, “I… huh… I don’t know, I don’t think that’s a good idea”

“Scared you’ll blush too hard, Channie boy?”, you teased.

He opened his mouth. Closed it. Then, to your surprise, he straightened up like he was preparing for battle and said

 “Fine. Let’s go”

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Inside, the lights bathed the place in red and violet. The music pulsed in your chest, bass heavy, as a dancer flipped her hair on stage, body slick, glittery, heels clicking softly as she spun under the spotlight. Her gaze was confident, playful. But beside you, Chan looked like his brain had blue screened

He sat stiffly in the leather booth, gripping his drink like it might anchor him back to Earth. The ice clinked with every nervous twitch of his hand. You could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw flexed when he tried not to stare— tried even harder not to be obvious about not staring.

You leaned into him with a teasing smile, “You okay, babe?”

“I’m great”, he said, voice cracking on the last syllable. It came out higher than usual— boyish, shaky.

You stifled a laugh, “You sure?”

His eyes darted across the room like he was looking for an exit sign or even divine intervention. A dancer twirled closer to your booth— her nipples covered only by pasties— and you caught Chan’s eyes widening before he snapped them shut like a reflex, shaking his head.

You watched him in amusement— his nervous laughter, the quick taps of his fingers against his glass, how he couldn’t keep eye contact with anyone for more than a second, how his ears were glowing bright pink.

You rested your chin on your hand and grinned, “You look like a dad who just got dragged here for his bachelor party”

“I definitely feel like one!”, he muttered, tugging at the neckline of his shirt like it had suddenly shrunk.

You couldn’t help but laugh. Not to mock him, but because it was so Chan— the leader who carried the weight of the world, sitting like a lost puppy in a room full of glitter and temptation.

Then, just as a dancer intentionally locked eyes with him, Chan turned fast as lightspeed, and reached under the table to find your hand. His fingers laced with yours like it was instinct, like he needed something real to hold on to. He didn’t say a word, just held your hand tightly, thumb brushing over your knuckles, grounding himself on you.

And what hit you hardest wasn’t his blush or awkwardness, it was the fact that he didn’t look at anyone else again, not even once. He just looked at you with soft eyes and parted lips like his silence said everything.

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Afterwards, back on the street, your heels clicked on the pavement as you walked under the Vegas glow. The strip club’s neon still shimmered behind you.

“You were so uncomfortable”, you teased.

Chan groaned, “God. That was... that was too much”

“What, boobs?”

He choked, “Don’t say that so casually!”

You laughed and bumped into him, “So what’s going on, then? You used to be a teenage boy. What happened to all that excitement?”

He stopped walking, turned to face you, and said, very quietly, “I can’t get excited by anyone else anymore”

Chan looked away, like he hadn’t meant to say it out loud. Then, with a gentle smile, he looked back at you, “I’m serious. It’s... only you now. The way you smile, the way you talk. Even in those ridiculous tiny skyscrapers on your feet… nothing compares”

You swallowed.

He stepped closer, suddenly more sure, his voice a little shaky but steady with conviction,

“And I know this is insane, and fast, and so completely out of character for me but... what if we got married? Right now”

You blinked, your heart racing, breath catching in your throat.

“Chan…”

He searched your eyes, vulnerability shining through them, “I mean it. Let’s do something completely irresponsible. Something I’ll never regret”

A warmth bloomed in your chest. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, a smile breaking through the disbelief

“Yes”, you whispered, voice trembling but certain, “Of course”

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

An hour later, you were standing in a pink chapel that smelled like cheap champagne.

Velvet pews lined either side of a heart shaped aisle, and the ceiling twinkled with fairy lights that flickered slightly every time the neon "No Regrets" sign buzzed. A plastic Elvis stood at the altar in a white jumpsuit, swaying slightly as he sang “Can’t Help Falling in Love” from a hidden speaker in his chest.

It was ridiculous. But perfect.

Chan stood in front of you, slightly out of breath from laughing too hard in the cab ride over and trying to fix his hair in the chapel bathroom mirror. He was holding a crumpled napkin in both hands, trembling just a little and blinking quickly like he was trying not to cry.

He cleared his throat, took your hands.

“I, hum…”, he started, eyes moving from the napkin to your face, “I didn’t think I’d be doing this today. But I think I’ve been wanting to do it since I met you”

His voice cracked a little but he smiled through it, with watery eyes and burning ears.

“I promise to keep you grounded when the world spins too fast”, he read, thumb brushing your knuckles gently, “And to let you pull me into the chaos when I forget how to breathe”

His lip trembled at the end, and he let out a quiet, embarrassed laugh, squeezing your hands like they were the only steady thing left in the world.

His hand shook slightly as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the ring— simple, silver, probably from a vending machine near the chapel gift shop but he held it like it was priceless.

“I promise to laugh with you in the good times, hold you in the hard times, and love you through all the moments in between. To be your home when everything else feels like a whirlwind”

He slid the ring onto your finger slowly, carefully, like it meant everything. And to him, it did.

“I love you”, he finished, voice barely above a whisper.

You blinked quickly, tears blurring the neon glow of the chapel around you. You held his hand like it was the only thing tethering you to the moment.

“I love you too,” you said, heart thudding, “And I promise to walk every step beside you. To be your calm when you need peace, and to choose you, even in the chaos”

You slipped the slightly too big ring onto his finger, and he looked down at it like it might start glowing.

Then, you leaned in and kissed him before the plastic Elvis could get into the chorus. He melted into it , hands on your face, smile against your lips and when you pulled back, his eyes were shining again.

The chapel crowd— two drunk strangers and the receptionist— erupted into cheers.

And when he looked at you again, he whispered just for you to listen, “I’m so glad I listened to that intrusive thought”

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

The next morning, Chan’s phone exploded. Buzzing, ringing, ping after ping as every group chat in his phone simultaneously caught fire. He groaned into the pillow, blindly fumbling for the phone on the nightstand. 

Innie: Hyung?! What the hell?! You got married in Vegas?!

Bang Chan is so old: Chan. Hey, Chan. You were supposed to be the responsible one

Skrrr: Tell me it was at least someone hot

Cat: I’m not mad. I’m just disappointed

Jinnie: What about Yn??? I’m telling her you got married in Vegas!

He stared at the messages for a long second, blinking against the light of the screen.

The hotel suite was a mess— empty champagne bottles on the table. A half eaten slice of cake from the lobby vending machine. One of your comic heels on the minibar. A "Just Married" sash flung over a floor lamp.

Chan sat up slowly, running a hand through his tousled hair. His curls were flattened on one side, sticking up on the other, he was wearing a novelty groom tank top you dared him to sleep on.

The ring on your finger glinted in the morning light. It was a little too big. You’d been playing with it in your sleep, fingers curling around instinctively every time it started to slide off.

Chan glanced down at you, curled up under the sheets, one bare leg tangled in the blankets, the other kicked out toward the edge of the bed. Your hair was a mess, your face buried in the pillow, and you looked entirely at peace.

He smiled— cause he married you last night

The screen blinked again. Incoming call: INNIE.

Chan sighed, “Here we go.”

He answered, and Jeongin's voice immediately came through at full panic mode

“Hyung, are you okay?! Did someone force you? Did you lose a bet?”

Chan rubbed his temple, sitting up slowly, “Jeongin…”

“Did you marry an Elvis impersonator?!”

“No, what?! No, Jeongin, I…”

“Give me the phone!”, Hyunjin’s voice barked in the background.

There was a brief, muffled scuffle— shouting, fabric rustling, someone yelling “Ow!”— and then Hyunjin came on the line, breathless and dramatic as ever.

“YOU GOT MARRIED IN VEGAS?!” “You got married in Vegas?! You were there less than 48 hours!”

Chan blinked, “Hi, Hyunjin”

“You said you were just going for the slots!”

Chan laughed under his breath, “Well. Technically…”

“Put Yn on the phone right now!”, Hyunjin demanded, “I need to confirm you didn’t just marry  blackjack dealer with fake lashes and a coupon for bottomless mimosas called Candy”

“Seriously?” Chan glanced at you, still peacefully sleeping, “She’s sleeping”

“Put. Her. On”

Then suddenly, “Hyung, what is wrong with you?!”

“Seungmin! I’m not done…. give it back!”

Chan exhaled through his nose and  rubbed at his face. You groaned, sitting up on the bed “What is happening?”

Chan handed you his phone over like it was cursed, “Your new brothers in law are having a crisis”

“Hyunjin”, you rasped, voice still hoarse from sleep, “If you ever call me before 9 a.m. again, I will personally mail you a glitter bomb”

A pause.

Then a high pitched squeal, “You really married him?!”

You smiled, “Sure did. Legally and everything. Plastic Elvis was there”

In the background, you heard Hyunjin sulking, “I was supposed to be there! I was supposed to cry and hold your bouquet and…”

You hung up on him mid rant and tossed the phone back onto the mattress. Chan laughed so hard he nearly fell off the bed.

“Your friends are insane”, you muttered, curling into his side.

“You married into it”, he said, still grinning.

You closed your eyes again as he kissed the top of your head, “I’m not sorry. Not even a little bit”

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[cute-sucker]

Hi! I wanna request a story of like kook reader having a crush on Rafe and her friends always warns her about his behaviors but she doesn’t care at all and continues to admire him and he definitely notices it but he’s so nonchalant and cold about it😭😭

rafe cameron was your world. 

if it was up to you, the sun set on him, and the moon awakened when his face came into view. it was cheesy you knew, after all, you had been his neighbour forever, but you couldn't help but find yourself drawn to his behaviour. when either it was his looks or the cocky smile that he had. whatever it was, it was not okay. 

well, you didn't see a problem with it. it was just a crush. just something to smile about sometimes, or think about. that's what you had promised some of your friends. but sometimes your friend mindy would tap your shoulder as she mouthed a soft "no," "no." 

at a certain point, you had become wheezie's babysitter in hopes of getting closer to rafe. it was pathetic you knew, but wheezie was such a sweet girl that you loved it even more. days at tanyhill were filled with finger paintings and fairy tales. sometimes you would go all out and let wheezie cook, although that did entail both of you getting completely covered in flour. and that was how you met him. formally. 

you had been smiling up at wheezie, as she told you the gingerbread cookies looked more crooked than usual. you had batted it off telling her that the two of you just had different styles. still you were covered in flour as rafe walked in. while you did have a small crush on him, you tried to ignore him as much as possible. if he was in a room, you walked out choking, blushing so hard. you were just so shy, you could barely say a word. 

yet here you were on the floor as you giggled with wheezie. the two of you were tired. until a voice rang out. 

"what the hell is going on? the place is a mess. shit." 

you felt your heart race as you got up, while wheezie continued to roll on the floor telling you how this perspective of the world was wicked. finally, rafe came into view, eyes squinted as his eyebrows were furrowed. "who the hell are you?" 

wheezie rolled her eyes, "oh my god, rafe can you be more embarrassing. she's my babysitter?" his expression stayed confused before he shrugged it off walking to the fridge, wheezie scoffed, "damn rafe do you even pay attention-" 

"hey!" he snapped, swinging the fridge open to take out a carton of milk, a warning finger in the air, "don't swear." 

at this wheezie scoffed, putting her hands on her hips, "you do it all the time, i don't know why i can't-"

"wheezie, i'm older than you," he interjected, and then he held the milk carton up to his lips. wheezie winced, making a disgusted face, as she pushed him away from the fridge. rafe stumbled away a satisfied grin on his face, ruffling wheezie's hair.  

"ugh, boys you know," wheezie huffed, closing the fridge door with a bang.  

finally wheezie looked up at you, almost as if she was realising you had said nothing and arched an eyebrow at your expression, placing a comforting pink manicured hand on your shoulder. it was humorous how the 13 year old was trying to make you feel better. her nails were still a shocking neon pink with sparkles. 

"don't feel too bad. rafe is weird." the two of you left it at that before going back to making cookies. 

˚❀༉‧₊˚.˚❀༉

"and then he came in, like all khakis, and that hot polo shirt," you giggled into your phone, kicking your feet. your friend mindy made a hurrupted sound on the phone, "i met him, like actually met him. why aren't you as excited about this?" 

suddenly the phone went silent, and you could hear her soft breathing, "i dunno, i mean lets think about this rationally," she sighed out, and you groaned, turning over in bed. this meant that hard truths were going to be told. 

"-okay i know you hate this, but you've babysitting for the camerons for what, two years?" 

"three years," you corrected, before realising your error. 

"yeah, three years and he hasn't noticed you at all? hasn't thought to ask, 'hey who's that rando girl staying in our home dad?' at all? they invited you to the midsommers, and to all of their parties. and he doesn't know you?" 

you winced at that, before you pouted turning back on your back, "listen, i know it sounds bad, but i don't know. it'll happen."  

you didn't think about it too hard, but there was a noticeable shift. you were putting a lot of care into changing into a cute dress, or painting your nails with extra care, or making sure you asked wheezie where he was. you didn't think it was obvious, but one time wheezie brought it up. 

"do you have a crush on rafe?" she asked, stuffing her face with the burger you had made her. 

you were taking a gulp out of your lemonade and almost spat it out, "wheezie! don't ask me things like that." 

she blinked at you innocently, "i don't know what you're talking about. it's a valid question," and then she pouted, "i thought you'd tell me everything about yourself." 

"well, no, i don't have a c-crush on your brother," you sputtered out, glaring at wheezie who gave you a sly grin. she quickly let go of the conversation, and the two of you were arguing over jenga and who had won. 

quickly enough the days passed at the tanyhill, you had settled down into the belief that rafe would not notice you. who cared? you had a nice job, wheezie was a sweetheart and mr. cameron loved having you around. it was perfect all of it, until rafe approached it. 

it was for a frat part you could tell. with his backward cap on, a fitted tee, he looked like a dream. the babysitting shift was over, and you were slowly walking outside only to see rafe revving up his motorcycle. 

you found yourself flushing at the whole scene and murmured out a soft 'bye.' as usual, you were ignored, or maybe you were too quiet, goddamn it you were so stupid-

"hey!" 

you turned around to see rafe cupping his face to yell at you. he had pulled off his helmet to talk to you. 

"hey," you stuttered out, grasping at your tote bag. you looked like a total grandma, with your cardigan, and written-on sneakers, "what's up?" 

"just heading off to a party, and uh," he scratched his head, squinting his eyes before tearing his eyes off his motorcycle to look back at you, "wanna come? it's at like nine." 

"sure! of course. yeah, sure," you blurted out, flushing even more. he regarded you again, a well-natured smile flittering across his face. 

"yea, i'll see you then." 

so there it was. an invitation. rafe cameron had invited you to a party. 

maybe this was a start of something.

[icycoldninja]

Promised (Sephiroth x Reader angst)

You, a youthful, yet extraordinarily sad teenager, were perched atop a cliff, feeling lonlier than ever. Your boyfriend, the young SOLDIER prodigy, Sephiroth, had been sent away to war and you had no idea when he would be back. If he would be back. Every day you traveled up to this precipice, where you two often met in the past. You found yourself curled up on the grass under the tree where you and he had carved your names into the bark.

Sephiroth x Y/N, forever.

Bringing your knees up to your chest and burying you face into them, you began to sob, worry and fear overwhelming you again, as it tended to do so every day.

"Y/N! Hey!" You turned and peered at the source of the voice with teary eyes, surprised to see a familiar, short teenage boy running towards you.

"Seph?" You sprung to your feet, dashing towards him and wrapping him in a tight hug. "You're back! I...I missed you so much." The young boy pulled away from you, standing on his tiptoes so he could plant a kiss on your forehead, all while smiling that sweet, calm smile he always did. You chuckled, remembering how you always teased him for being shorter than you.

"I'm back, you giant," He chuckled, gazing up at you fondly. Hope rising in your chest, you asked if he would be staying long, as there were so many new developments in your hometown; so many things you wanted to show and talk to him about. The look he gave you in response was answer enough; the way his eyes temporarily lost their shine and his mouth curved into the tiniest of frowns told you that the answer was negative.

"I'm...sorry, Y/N," He mumbled, fidgeting with his fingers. "I must go back next week. They're sending me to Rhadoran next." You nodded, crestfallen, though you tried to keep up a cheerful front.

Unfortunately, there was no fooling Sephiroth. His watchful, neon green eyes saw everything.

"I know it's tough," He whispered, taking you by the shoulders and pulling you close. "But you have to hang in there. I promise, when I get back, everything will be different. Just trust me."

You nodded, knowing that this wasn't easy for him either. You had to stay strong, like he was, and take comfort in the fact that soon, the war will be over, and then you could spend more time with your beloved.

"Don't worry," Sephiroth assured you, wrapping his arms around you and resting his head against your chest. "I'll never forget you." You nodded, biting down hard on your lip to keep yourself from bursting into tears. Sephiroth rubbed circles into your lower back; his touch cold because of the leather gloves he was wearing.

"I love you, Seph." You murmured, tightening your hold around him. "I always will. Forever." A faint smile tugged at the corners of Sephiroth's mouth. He pulled away again before fishing in his pocket, soon producing a tiny black case.

"I know we can't officially get married cause we're both still legally children, but..." He opened the case, revealing two simple, yet beautiful silver rings. "I got these from a jeweler who lived in a town we happened to pass through. They're promise rings, kinda like engagement rings, but for kids."

"They're beautiful," You whispered, causing a light dusting of pink to appear on the boy's pale cheeks.

"Really? You really like them?" He sounded uncertain and neverous, yet giddy at the same time. You nodded excitedly as he took one of the rings from the box and slipped it onto your finger.

"I love them, Seph--I love anything you give me." Sephiroth smiled, handing you the box so you could slide the other ring onto his finger.

"We're officially engaged now," He stated, once you were finished. You couldn't help but giggle at how matter-of-factly he'd said it.

"We are!" You cheered, hugging him tightly. Sephiroth let out a quiet sigh as he stood there, trapped in your hold, and silently wished that this moment could last forever.

Unfortunately, nothing ever did. After just one day of relaxing with you, he was once again shipped off to Rhadoran to fight in the front lines. Watching him leave was painful; the joy that had recently filled your heart quickly evaporated into despairing emptiness. He'd only just left and you missed him already. When would he be back?

You asked every soldier that came to your town, "When will Sephiroth be back?" Every time, they never gave you a straight answer. It seemed that they didn't know either.

You soon gave up inquiring and simply observed the passengers of each truck that arrived. Every time one arrived, Sephiroth was nowhere to be seen, and you lost more and more hope; the only thing you had to remind you of him was the promise ring he'd given you, which you wore every day without fail. You would treasure that ring; it was a symbol of your love and dedication, one of the few things that comforted you during these depressing times.

Several years later, you were perched atop that very same cliff once again, curled up under that tree where you and Sephiroth had carved your names, though the words had long since faded from view as bark, moss and flowers had grown over them. The only thing you had left of Sephiroth now was the ring, which still resided on your finger. Just looking at that simple silver band filled you with despair; you were soon sobbing into your arms, the many years of loneliness, worry, and sadness finally taking it's toll.

"Y/N?" A deep voice unfamiliar to you called, followed by the sound of jingling metal and heavy footsteps.

"Go away!" You shouted, thinking it was one of the village folks come to comfort you or persuade you to give up on Sephiroth and date someone else, as they frequently attenpted to do nowadays. The person sat down next to you; a sudden fruity scent filling your nostrils. A cold, gloved hand made its way down to yours, raising it up so that your ring shone in the sunlight.

"I see you still wear my ring." Your head snapped up; eyes widening in shock.

Beside you sat a familiar young man with silver hair and neon green eyes, though he was no longer the short, cute little boy you once knew. He was a tall wall of muscle, with a waterfall of gleaming silver hair; an imposing, threatening aura surrounding him unlike anything you'd ever seen. Was this really the boy you'd exchanged promise rings with all those years ago?

"Miss me?" He inquired, smiling that familiar, quiet smile. He chuckled after you failed to respond, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Do you not recognize me? I'll admit, I have grown," He pulled off one of his gloves to reveal a silver ring identical to yours sitting neatly on his finger. "But I have never forgotten."

Something clicked inside you, prompting you to throw yourself into his arms and pepper his face with kisses, all while tears of joy and relief streamed down your face

"I missed you so, so, so much!" You declared, squeezing him with all your strength. Sephiroth chuckled, pulling you into his lap and kissing your cheek.

"I know, I missed you too. But now, I am home, and now, we can get married. Just as I promised."

[versias]

de-aged!Danny & Dani, dp x dc

Dick loves interacting with kids, but he doesn't always love doing it as Nightwing. When Nightwing comes across a child, it's not usually a pretty scene. They're scared or hurt or worse, and he has to bite down his horror and rage to reassure them--yes I am a hero, yes I'm going to help you. Hold on, just hold on.

Those are always the hardest cases. The hardest nights.

He spies a flash of pale light and stops to get a better look, only to see two children stumbling along together through a dark and dirty alleyway. The taller one is leaning heavily on the shorter one. One is dressed in a hospital gown that had seen better days. It was caked in mud and some kind of green substance. The same substance that dripped in their wake, he realized, spying the glowing green puddles.

Blood, he thinks. It's green, searing green like kryptonite or cartoon acid (or Lazarus Water), but it drips like blood. Both of the children glow faintly in the night, from their white hair to their pale skin. Dick taps his comm and murmurs a request for Oracle to send an ambulance his way.

The littler one snaps her head up so fast Dick flinches. They shake their companion from their half-unconscious stupor and they both begin to run. Cursing, Dick grapples after them. Green blood, glowing, super hearing--aliens? What're alien children doing in Bludhaven, though?

"Wait! I'm a hero, I'm trying to help you!" He calls, though he doesn't hold out hope they will.

They don't. Then, they do. But not because they suddenly trust the man in the mask trying to catch up with them. No, they stop because the taller child collapses, folded over their gut and moaning piteously.

The little one shakes them, tries to grab them under their armpits to drag them away, but the little shriek of pain makes them jump back in alarm. Definitely serious injuries.

Dick lands on soft soles, keeping back enough that they won't feel crowded. The little one whirls around, flashing fangs and neon green eyes. She snarls like a wild animal, and it's as hard as it ever is to keep his face comforting and body language open. She braces herself before the older boy, tension in every line of her body. He gets the impression she would rip his throat out with her teeth to protect the one behind her.

He feels a little kinship with her. He'd do the same for his brothers. Not that he knows this is her brother, but they look too similar to not be related.

He stays low, down at eye level for her, and keeps his hands out to his sides. No sudden movements.

"Hello," he says, low and quiet. He's too far for a normal kid to have heard it, but he knows she clocked him from the rooftop. "My name is Nightwing."

Her teeth remain bared, but she doesn't lunge at him when he shuffles a bit closer. Still not in arms' reach.

"Can you understand me?"

Her eyes flicker across his face, then to the alley behind him. He can practically see the calculations running behind her eyes. Weighing him, the situation. She glances back at her brother, keeping him in her peripheral as she does so.

"Your brother looks really hurt," Dick tries. "Let me help you. Two kids shouldn't be running around at night in this city. People aren't always nice here."

Her eyes snap back to him, fury smoldering in them: "No hurt Danny!"

"I don't want to hurt Danny, sweetheart," he assures her. Oracle, in his ear, notes the name and tells him she's running facial recognition on the tikes.

Her eyes narrow. Wow, really good hearing.

"That's my friend, Oracle," Nightwing tells her, his head twitching to indicate the ear the comm is in. "She's worried about you two, just like me. It looks like you need help. Would you let us help you?"

She looks to her brother again, then back to him, then to her brother. The brother's face is pale and sweaty. He's shivering against the concrete. Still, Dick doesn't move. He can't risk hurting the girl trying to help the boy.

"Your friend there looks like he's really hurt, honey," Dick tries. "He needs to see a doctor."

"NO!" She screams, and Dick's comm screams a warped echo with her. He yanks it out of his ear. It sparks and dies. Shit. "NO DOCTOR! DOCTOR HURT DANNY!"

Fuck.

Dick drops the busted comm into a hidden pocket. Oracle would know where he was and send backup.

"Okay, that's... okay, honey. No doctors, then. I can do some first aid. But you'll have to come with me; it's too dirty here to clean wounds."

Triage first. They'd get them to a professional later, but they needed to stop the bleeding now.

The girl considers this, eyes riveted to her brother. He looks bad. He can see her wavering.

"You help Danny," she decides finally. She turns to him and fixes him with the most intense stare he's ever seen. "You hurt, you die."

Dick shudders. Somehow, he believes her.

"Okay," he agrees.

[broidobe]

𝔴𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔦𝔡𝔢

requested!

☾tom and the reader have an intense fight about their failing relationship, filled with heartache and unspoken pain, leaving them both feeling lost and alone☽

☾warnings: angst, fighting, emotional heartbreak, themes of neglect☽

𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 ᡣ𐭩 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝜗𝜚 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓪𝓷 (one of my fav bands ever)

⁎⁺˳✧��80s-90s rock masterlist

the air was thick with the stench of alcohol and stale smoke from the club downstairs. the world outside was alive, pulsing with the excitement of youth and the wild energy that only the 80s could bring. but in the dim-lit room, there was nothing but silence.

tom sat on the edge of the bed, fingers clutching the edge of his guitar, but not playing. his long hair fell into his face, messy and unkempt. his eyes were red, his brow furrowed in frustration, and his body was rigid with tension. the glow of the neon sign outside flickered intermittently, casting an eerie, broken light across the room.

across from him, you stood near the window, arms crossed, eyes glazed over from exhaustion and anger. the fight had escalated quickly, as they always did. the distance between you two had grown wider with every tour, every city. you both tried to pretend everything was fine, to put on the smiles for the world, but now, in the quiet of the room, it was all unraveling.

"i can't do this anymore, tom," you said quietly, your voice trembling with a mixture of sadness and frustration. "i'm not asking for much. i just want you here. i want you to see me." you bit your lip, willing yourself not to cry. "but you're always so damn distant. always gone, always in your head, always drunk… i can't keep pretending this is okay."

tom's gaze shot up at the sound of your voice breaking, his heart tightening in his chest. he didn't know what to say. he was too fucking tired. every word you said, every accusation, was like a stab to his already fractured soul. he had tried—god, how he had tried—but the constant pressure, the noise, the constant need for him to be perfect in front of everyone, had worn him down to nothing.

"i see you, okay?" he snapped, standing up abruptly. "i see you when i'm out there giving everything i have on stage. i see you when i come back to the room after the show, only to find you already asleep, lost in your own world, too fucking tired to even look at me."

your stomach dropped, the sting of his words sinking in deeper than anything you'd felt before. you weren’t perfect either, you knew that. but you just wanted him. you wanted him to fight for you, for the relationship you both once had. instead, all you got were empty promises and hollow words.

"that's not fair, tom. you can't keep blaming me for your own shit. i'm here, trying to make this work, trying to understand why you keep pushing me away. but you don't even see me anymore." you wiped your eyes quickly, feeling the warmth of tears you couldn’t control. "i can’t keep being invisible to you."

his jaw clenched, frustration bubbling over. "you don't get it, do you? you think this is easy for me?" his voice was rising now, a harsh edge to it. "i’m fucking losing myself out there every night, and you think it’s just some fucking rock star life? no! you have no idea what it's like to be constantly on the edge, trying to stay afloat in this… this fucking mess i’ve created."

you swallowed hard, your heart aching as you stepped toward him. you wanted to reach out, to comfort him, to make him see that you weren’t his enemy. but he was so far away. he felt so unreachable.

“tom…” you whispered, the word catching in your throat. “i’m not asking you to be perfect. i’m just asking you to be here. just be with me for once. i miss you.”

his eyes softened for a moment, just a flicker of the man you once knew. but the walls came back up just as quickly. he ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head. “i don’t know how to fix this anymore… i don’t even know who i am anymore.” his voice cracked on the last part, the weight of it threatening to break him completely.

you stepped back, the tears falling freely now. "i can't fix you, tom. i can't fix what's broken inside of you if you won't let me in."

the room fell silent again, the space between you two growing unbearable. the only sound was the soft hum of the neon lights outside, the only company in the room the silence that now felt suffocating.

“i’m sorry,” he muttered, but the words felt hollow. “i’m so fucking sorry.”

you didn’t know what else to say. you felt like you were losing him, piece by piece, every day. his career, his addiction, his self-doubt—it was all too much, and you were drowning in it. but more than anything, it hurt to see the man you loved so broken, so lost in a world of his own.

you turned away, wiping your face, trying to steady yourself. the door to the hotel room was just a few steps away, but it felt like a lifetime. “i’m going,” you said, your voice small and cracked.

tom didn’t stop you. he didn’t move. he just stood there, frozen, unable to do anything but watch you leave. the door clicked shut behind you, and the room felt even emptier than before.

for the first time in a long while, tom keifer didn’t know if he could ever be enough for anyone. and the weight of that realization crushed him more than anything.

[cookiesama7]

Lightning in My veins (Barry Allen x reader)

Summary: When a mission goes sideways, reader is gravely injured. Barry, overwhelmed with fear, carries her back to S.T.A.R. Labs, refusing to let her slip away.

Word count: 861

Masterlist

Barry Allen Masterlist

Pain. It was all I could feel, searing through my body like fire. I barely registered the distant sounds of sirens, the flickering neon lights above me, or the way the world tilted violently as I tried to move.

But then there was a rush of wind, a blur of red and gold, and suddenly, warm arms scooped me up.

"(Y/N)!"

Barry's voice was frantic, filled with a desperation I'd never heard from him before. I tried to focus, tried to meet his eyes, but everything was getting blurry.

"Hey, hey, stay with me," he pleaded, his grip tightening around me as he cradled me against his chest. "You're gonna be okay, I promise."

I let out a weak laugh. "Barry... you make a lot of promises."

"And I keep them," he shot back, determination laced in every word.

The next thing I knew, we were moving—fast. The city lights blurred together, and the only thing anchoring me was the steady beat of Barry's heart beneath my cheek.

The pain was unbearable, but I wasn't scared. Not when he was holding me.

"Hang on, (Y/N)," Barry whispered, his voice breaking. "Just a little longer."

--

When the world finally steadied, I found myself in the med bay at S.T.A.R. Labs. Cisco and Caitlin were moving frantically around me, but my eyes were locked on one person—Barry.

He hovered over me, his hands gripping mine like they were the only thing keeping me grounded.

"(Y/N), can you hear me?" Caitlin's voice was distant, drowned out by the buzzing in my head.

I blinked, struggling to stay conscious. "Yeah... but everything hurts."

Barry exhaled shakily, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. "You're okay now," he whispered.

I could see the tension in his shoulders, the guilt in his eyes. He was blaming himself.

"Not... your fault," I murmured.

He shook his head. "You shouldn't have gotten hurt. I should've—"

"Barry." I squeezed his hand, weak but firm. "I made my choice. Just like you do, every day."

His eyes glistened, and for a moment, he looked like he wanted to argue. But then he let out a shaky breath and nodded.

"You scared me," he admitted, voice raw.

I smiled softly. "I'm okay. Because of you."

Barry leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to my forehead. "And I'm never letting anything happen to you again."

Even through the pain, I believed him.

--

The first thing I became aware of when I woke up was warmth.

Not the painful, burning kind that had been consuming my body, but something softer, steadier—comforting.

Then, I heard his voice.

"(Y/N)?"

I forced my eyes open, blinking against the dim light of the med bay. Barry was right there, his hand wrapped around mine, his face lined with exhaustion.

I glanced around, noticing the darkened screens and the quiet hum of S.T.A.R. Labs at night. "How long...?"

"Almost 24 hours," he admitted, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles. "Caitlin said you just needed rest, but..." He swallowed hard. "I couldn't leave you."

My chest tightened.

"Barry—"

"You almost died, (Y/N)," he cuts in, his voice raw. "I had you in my arms, and for a second, I thought—" He stopped, inhaling sharply. "I can't go through that again."

I squeezed his hand, ignoring the dull ache in my limbs. "But you didn't lose me."

His jaw clenched. "I could have."

Silence hung between us, thick with unspoken words.

"You always risk your life," I said softly. "Every time you run into danger, I feel that same fear. But I never ask you to stop, because I know it's who you are. So don't ask me to stop either."

Barry looked at me, eyes searching mine like he was memorizing every detail of my face.

"I don't want to lose you," he whispered.

"You won't," I promised.

For a moment, he just sat there, staring at me like he was debating something. Then, before I could say another word, he leaned down and pressed his forehead against mine. His breath was warm against my skin, his grip on my hand tightening. "I can't keep pretending," he murmured.

My heart pounded. "Pretending what?"

"That you don't mean everything to me."

Time seemed to freeze. Then, slowly, hesitantly, Barry tilted his head just enough for his lips to brush against mine. It was barely a kiss—just the ghost of one—but it sent electricity through my veins, stronger than any bolt of lightning ever could.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes searched mine for hesitation. There was none. "I love you, (Y/N)," he admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

A slow smile spread across my lips, despite the pain still lingering in my body. "Good," I murmured. "Because I love you too."

Barry let out a shaky laugh, relief flooding his features. Then, unable to stop himself, he kissed me again—deeper this time, like he had been holding it in for far too long.

And maybe he had. But none of that mattered now. Because in that moment, in his arms, I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be.

[loremaster]

all right, let's talk about some rejected* ideas from boba au's chapter 4. (big spoilers ofc)

yakou, as we know, is a very sad man. secretly plotting to unalive himself for revenge.

but in this au, pucci catches him, right?

she can't wrap her head around his selfish motivations. sure, his wife was important to him when she was alive, but now she's not, so why is she still important? pucci doesn't think the revenge would be worth the suicide. but yakou is a firm believer in the Core Tenets Of Marriage (and considers seppuku to be one of them)

*this is for not what will end up happening in the actual boba au ch4. but from here on out... i will probably still use some of the ideas below, so if you want to be totally surprised when i post the whole thing this summer, turn back now.

...but if you want a little treat, then keep reading ;)

after the gang reunites, yuma interrogates yakou, who confesses everything, even the extent of his murderous rage.

mystery labyrinth happens in which yuma uses whatever leftover evidence he can to prove dl6 dr huesca was responsible for yakou's wife's death. yuma reaps huesca's soul... and when he leaves the labyrinth, yakou is still alive!

AND AFTER ALL THAT HARD WORK THEY PUT INTO SAVING HIM HE DIES ANYWAY

(he tries it one more time and gets that finger bitten clean off.)

if anyone out there knows what the scorpion reference is from, you have earned my undying love. (if you don't...... well, then stay tuned for the neon downpour zine to find out B))

anyway. vivia is understandably struggling with this. he appoints himself as the guard to the kitchen/bathroom door, behind which zombie yakou is... uh, well, there.

melami gets straight to the point.

"did you love him?"

i thought vivia's feelings could have grown into something more, but never got the chance before it was ripped away.

this was pre-dlc. i was a fool.

he was madly in love the whole time.

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

I Can't Breathe

(Kill Somebody Like You Part Two Chapter Eighteen)

🔪Previous Parts Here🔪

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, cursing, past abuse, past SA, top Dom, bottom Cols, mating cycle, Dom in rut, dirty talk, deep throating a Gatorade bottle, trying to ignore a mate for toast, grinding, teasing, slight voyeurism, kitchen sex, rough sex, bruises, anal play, spitting, blow jobs, cum sharing, stumbling make outs, planning, enemies to lovers ❤️‍🔥 Rating: explicit AF

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🩷

The couple had gotten their older son calmed down as best they could before Colson slipped away to find Gatorade and toast. His body was exhausted and his stomach empty but he could feel himself still dripping wet between his thighs for no other reason besides his mate being in rut. At least he assumed that was why. It drained him of water and made him ravenously thirsty but of course he wanted to take care of his family first. He thought he was leaving his fiancé to care for their boys but as he was standing in front of the open fridge he felt something behind him. He didn't feel like stopping his deep drink of the neon fluid but he turned his head enough to see.

“Good boy, keeping ya stamina up. Need to stay ‘ydrated so you can squirt for me.” Whatever he was expecting his killer to say it certainly wasn't that. He wasn't used to dominant horny Dom but he was scared he'd come to love this side of him too much and he'd miss it when the rut hormones had passed. Instead of showing any of that he rolled his eyes visibly and turned back to the cool air. Everything felt stuffy and too much and more than anything he wanted to go back to bed and get naked. Maybe have a cool shower at some point. He felt like a mermaid out of water for fucks sake.

He stepped back enough to close the door as he finished his drink. Of course that pressed him back against Dom but he tried to ignore the rush of heat and electricity that flashed when their skin touched. He took a shaking breath and walked away, stopping at the counter to retrieve his toast and when he turned to the island to prepare his simple breakfast he felt tracked and trapped like prey. He wouldn't look directly at his partner, it felt like a challenge, but he could see him watching from the corner of his eye and felt the weight of his gaze like a touch on his skin. “If you're hungry I'll make you some toast.” He offered but his voice felt thready. Dom just chuckled and went for a glass of water at the sink.

Col felt as if he could take a breath when his mate was distracted and it gave him a moment to butter his bread. The first bite tasted like heaven and just proved how many calories he'd burned. He was starving but it felt like a pit he'd never fill. He was famished for so much more than food. “Actually I am about ready to eat.” He didn't even hear the Alpha move until he was whispering in his ear and he full body shivered as the shorter man pressed himself against his back. He tried to ignore him, he fought to focus on his food. It was a small meal and he knew he only needed a few moments but with his lover kissing his neck it was hard to focus on anything.

Dominic growled when he realized he was being disregarded. He didn't like it on a good day because it felt too much like when he was young but now his instincts were roaring that his omega wasn't allowed to do that. His cock ached in his shorts where it was pressed against the other's ass but it wasn't enough. It couldn't be. His hands ghosted down Col’s sides until he gripped the sides of his sweats and he tugged them down to his knees. Colson scoffed but didn't show any other response to his play and just continued eating. It drove him mad that he could act like that. “Ignore me all ya want princess but I can smell ‘ow wet you are. Pussy a mess for me. Ya sweats already stained. Ya mind may be able to ignore me but ya body is begging me wiv ya scent to bend ya over and make you cum. Breed you. I bet if I jus’ wait like ‘is you'll make a puddle on the floor.”

Dom was right about that at least and Colson knew it. If his partner just stood there long enough, his energy and scent and touch all over him, he'd drip and drip until the floor underneath them was drenched. He was also correct in his assessment that his body was begging for his Alpha's knot but he didn't want to show it. He was already so hard it hurt and his core felt swollen with need. His heartbeat was throbbing in his cunt and if he didn't get filled soon he might actually cry. It was a strange juxtaposition since he was mentally fighting all of it and trying to remain bored. “This has got to be some kind of health hazard. Biological- um… bio- shit.” He couldn't make his language function properly, his mind felt too cloudy already as Dom all but made out with his throat.

“Should I put it…” Dom trailed off, his voice already shot. His palms groped at Col’s ass and he spread him open, one thumb hooking teasingly in his hole. He was still just slightly open from the toy fuck the day before and the sight of his pretty pink insides was almost too much for the boy. It was barely a glimpse, his mate was always so tight but he wanted to open him up and play with his guts. Wait- He wasn't sure if he meant that sexually or otherwise but with the older man it was always a mix of both and he'd never hurt him. He tugged a little more before shoving his thumb deeper. He let it stay a moment to enjoy the overwhelming heat but he pulled free and moved his hand further down. With his other he pushed Kells to lean over and he stepped back, his gaze dropping to stare at even pinker skin. Wetter. Beautiful.

“You're growling again.” Col tried to tease but it felt like a whimper. It was an odd position he was in and he had no idea what his mate was planning, his stomach was flipping at the prospect of taking a foot of cock in his ass. He was trembling but he tried to finish his meal. He was sure there were more crumbs on the counter than he had bread in his belly but there wasn't much he could do about it. His Alpha was boss for the time being.

“You're talking again when ya should be…” Dom trailed off and elbowed Colson's legs wider. He slipped a finger through his lover's folds and spit on his already wet skin. When Kells couldn't hold back a soft moan he grinned. “Tha’ yeah. Do more of it.”

“Make me.” The omega shrugged and he knew it was throwing down a gauntlet to challenge a beast. Every touch made him shiver and every sound was almost too much. He felt almost overstimulated which didn't make any sense but Dom was the only thing calming him. He was the only thing that didn't feel maddening.

A dark chuckle danced over his skin as his lover stepped closer again and he felt his cockhead teasing from one hole to the other and back again. “You lucky I'm in rut or I might be quite a pain in ya arse right now.” He joked. “But… I don't fink tha's wha' either of us need. Is it?”

Col's palms slapped down on the marble but he kept himself from speaking out loud. His body spoke for him even though he fought it, his ass canting back when he felt Dom close to his cunt again. Dom growled low and pressed forward, their thrust matching and sliding them together. His dick hit home and his hands searched out the cold counter so he could lock his prey- his partner in place. He wanted to grab the man's hips but he worried he'd already bruised him so instead he held on tight and hoped his didn't break the marble.

“Careful. Don't- it's expensive.” Colson groaned when he worried he heard something snap. When he felt fabric falling against the skin of his legs he realized it was just his sweats. His mate had him far too spread out and he'd broken them. Of course in his eagerness he had to destroy something, the omega was just glad it wasn't himself. Yet.

“Ain't ‘eard tha' in a bit.” Dom laughed but it quickly faded to a groan. The squeeze of his lover's inner walls was too much for glee, it pushed him straight to nirvana. His hips rocked forward and back in a brutal pace, sweat breaking out over every inch of them both. Their skin was trying to stick together wherever they touched which for once wasn't near as much as it normally was. He was well and truly making his omega present for him, the man was bent over like a bitch in heat. The only place they fully touched was where they were joined, where they fucked rough and quick and dirty. “Fink we'll get caught?” He rasped but he knew they could be heard easily if anyone got close enough to the doors. It was oddly exhilarating to risk being seen. Funny since they'd purposely been watched the day before.

It felt filthy to be bent over and fucked where they ate but somehow that just pushed Col even closer. That golden edge was rushing to him no matter how little he gave into the pleasure. He was being used like a fuck doll and he loved every second. He felt worshiped even though he was barely touched. He felt desperate for more and cast adrift. His cock was aching where it was grinding between his belly and the counter top but it was distant to the rapture in his core. He was being bounced like a fucking pin ball between Dom and the island and he couldn't wait for the neon explosion showing they won.

Dom's feet started to slip on the floor, he was pounding his lover so hard and his omega was truly that soaked already. He gripped the top harder and tried to keep his balance, he was too far gone to stop and get his footing safer. The slap of his balls against Colson's skin echoed louder off the walls than it ever did in their bedroom. It would make him blush if he ever felt much shame.

“Can't- can't knot me. Not here.” The boss panted out but his voice broke off in a moan. The thought almost broke him but they both knew they couldn't be locked together that long in a room everyone used. They already weren't being fair. His thighs burned as he matched his mate thrust for thrust. He realized as he stared down at himself in the black marble that he definitely hadn't had enough to drink. His hands were slippery on the counter and he was pretty sure he'd already spilled it back out in his sweat and slick.

“Fine. You better bloody- fuckme- cum for me ‘en.” The Alpha growled as he sped up his moves and angled his dick just right. It wasn't hard for him, it already hit everything that brought his lover pleasure. Hell, half of it would do. His chest heaved for breath but he kept rolling, his palms dropping to finally grope Colson's thighs. He couldn't stop himself anymore. He knew he was leaving marks and he swore mentally to kiss them better later but his inner monster loved the idea of marking up his mate's beautiful inked skin. He felt the squeeze of the omega's pussy get tighter, that telltale clenching that promised he was about to gush. He didn't move an inch or change a thing, he knew damn well better than that by now.

“Al- Alphaaa!” Col’s voice went high pitched as that coil in his belly snapped and he felt himself shatter. Slick painted his thighs and Dom's as his cock jerked pearly white on the dark marble. His palms slapped down again, he didn't know what the fuck to do with his hands. His body felt alive like nothing else could make him feel but he wouldn't be satisfied until Dom- “Fuck!”

Kells cried out as the killer pulled his dick free and his hands made quick work of turning him around. Once they were face to face the Alpha started pushing him to his knees before stroking himself fast and hard. It took the older man a moment to catch up, his body was still wracked with pleasure. When he finally realized what his Alpha was demanding of him his jaw went slack from surprise. Of course the boy took that as permission and he supposed it was. He wouldn't deny his fiancé, not when he'd just cum like that.

Dom’s cockhead barely fit inside his lover's mouth, he was almost too wide for Kells to blow him and he normally wouldn't ask. He had to spill in some part of Colson and while he'd prefer knotting his cunt, his lips would have to do. He couldn't stop himself long enough to make their way to bed. The sight of Col's lips straining to stretch around his dick had him trembling and he fought himself not to thrust. One hand made a fist around his knot and the other stroked himself off. The squeeze wasn't perfect but it was enough. His mate was always perfect even if his instincts were raging for him to breed.

Colson felt even more a sex doll on his knees in the middle of his kitchen with his mouth stuffed full of his lover's cock. He suckled as best he could and stared up at the man he knew he'd be fucking again before long. Would they make it back to bed for the next round? The first spurt of cum painted his tongue and tickled the back of his throat. He couldn't help but moan at the taste and he saw what the vibrations did to his Alpha. Dom's red gaze never left his as he jacked himself off inside his omega's waiting mouth. Their taste were combined on the soft skin of his shaft and he tried to lick it clean but he was just drooling a mess. He was quickly distracted by the look of rapture on the killer's face as his orgasm hit in earnest.

Dom normally went quiet in his pleasure but he was sure he was growling through it now. He stripped himself rough and watched his lover try to swallow every drop that emptied down his throat. His knees felt weak but he held himself up and with their eyes still locked he knew something. He wouldn't be able to wait long before dragging his mate somewhere they could join the right way. He needed more. He needed everything.

Colson choked when his partner spilled too fast but he tried to catch as much as he could. It felt like too much of a waste to let it land anywhere else, his hormones were screaming that it should all be buried in his womb. He was sure he looked like a mess, he could feel his eyes and sinuses burn but his fiancé watched him as if he was the most beautiful thing and it made him wet all over again. Maybe he was still cumming too, he honestly wasn't sure.

“Fuck ‘is.” Dom huffed before he gently pushed Col off his cock and he pulled his shorts back up to tuck himself away.

“What? What's wrong?” Kells mumbled, his lips felt numb as hell and his emotions too sensitive.

“Nuffin. You perfect. Too fucking perfect.” Dominic grumbled as if he were annoyed by the fact. He just pulled his partner up and got him covered too. The moment he was presentable enough the Alpha pulled him up and into his arms. “We going to bed. You need me in ya guts but not like tha'.”

“I… need you?” He whimpered back. He wasn't doubting but it felt an odd way to phrase it since he wasn't the one in his cycle. He assumed it was just his inner beast needing to be in control and prideful.

“Don't yas?” Dom stopped walking and looked down at him. For once he didn't look scared or shaken, just playful and sure of himself. It made Col’s pussy tingle and his heart flutter.

“More than anything. Breed me?” The plea made Dom crave him too much and instead of carrying him off he leaned down and pressed their lips together. These weren't come down kisses, they were raw and desperate, wet and messy. Their teeth clinked and their tongues twined, their spit mingling between them until they both tasted like their sex. Kells fed him their combined flavor and he savored every bit. The omega groaned when he felt himself pressed against a wall and somehow Dom managed to turn him in his hold until he could wrap his legs around the Alpha's waist and his arms around his neck. “Breed me?” He begged again.

They fell against every surface possible until they reached their bedroom door and fell through it until eventually Colson found himself sitting on top of his dresser. Dom was wedged so tight between his thighs that the killer could barely get a hand between them but once he did he ripped the fabric of Col’s sweatpants. He pushed his own shorts down only enough to free his cock before he was easing himself back inside where he belonged. Their moans echoed together and their lips tried to stay locked, mostly they just panted each other's air and clung together.

They didn't thrust, they couldn't handle being that far apart. Dom just kept his dick deep and grinded. Their touches wandered the drenched skin of the other as they writhed out their rapture again. It took no time at all for his knot to pop, it had barely had time to go down. Nails clawed at pale skin when Col hit that peak and pulled Dom over that edge with him. The omega pushed against the furniture and knocked his mate off kilter until the psycho stumbled back and fell against the mattress. Their bodies kept rocking until every drop could be spilled, their bodies soaked and shaking.

“Better?” Kells teased, though his voice was barely above a breath.

“Perfect.” Dom sighed happily and spent. He was sure it wasn't over yet but at least the need was quenched for the moment. “I love you.” He tried to fix the roughness he'd shown with gentle words and a soft kiss but he knew his lover found him just as sweet no matter what he did.

“I know. I love you too, you corny bitch.” He grinned and Dom smiled back. He wasn't sure if they were done with the other's cycle but it was the quiet moments they shared that made their bond even stronger. He just hoped they had enough time between rounds now to fit in time for him to feed their son.

“You was so fucking sexy talking out ya plan and being a good mum. I fink a night out at the club would be good. Love to see ya dance for me.” Dom purred, gently caressing his partner's cheek with his knuckles.

“Woah there cowboy, I don't fucking dance and you're not allowed to watch the girls either.”

“I don't want ‘em girls. Jus' you.”

“Fine, but if we're making a show of my strength and the omega's he fucking with, maybe you should be the one dancing for me.” The boss teased back before sighing. “It's gonna be fucking weird leaving the apartment but I think it's the best we got right now. Either he'll be scared off or he'll be dumb enough to make a damn move and then we can off his ass in self defense. Maybe it'll be nice to get out and feel like myself again but we need to be careful with Blain. I'm worried he still loves this bastard.”

“We'll figure it out. Ain't like we can go out yet anyways.” The killer hummed, pulling his mate in for another kiss. They would deal with the trouble when they had to, for now they were too wrapped up in each other and part of him, as exhausted as he was already, never wanted his rut to end. It was the first one he actually found himself enjoying any part of.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone wants tagged let me know 💛

They can never stay apart too long but this one might be the record 🤭 I don't think Dom is the only one in his cycle but I suppose we'll see. Their plan might be interesting but let's hope James isn't listening and will hopefully be willing to back down. If only for Blain. I just feel bad for whoever has to clean the kitchen 😂 I hope you're still enjoying their story, the plot will return soon ❤️‍🔥🖤

[ewwwabug]

So, we know Ethan can't leave the Rival Biker Boys because he knows too much, but what would happen if someone tried to leave the Loveless Biker Boys? Could someone ever leave the LBB?

I never thought about whether the loveless ones could leave their gang… probably they didn't think about it either except Jatay... but he doesn't need to leave he already was in a kind of friendship with Willam and Neon and they could "cooperate" by telling each other information about other bikers from their gangs. Jeff takes the opposite gang too seriously, he hates any bikers from this and other gangs, he even has a negative attitude towards Ethan and does not trust him, despite the fact that he actually saved Varai's life to some extent

Dice could most likely kick someone out of the gang himself if he wanted to and if he finds out that someone is cooperating with rivals. he won't do that to Jatay because he doesn't know about his friendship with Will and Neon.

in any case, their gang will not live long, it will fall apart because of Dice himself and his strong changes in character (when Dice becomes "pink")

but if you just tell him "I want to leave" you can't. just like that, no one will let you go lol. you have to try hard to get out of the gang. unless you run away from them yourself (what happened to Ethan in his gang)

Varai has told Dice many times that he wants to leave, but he will have nowhere to stay and live. the gang literally gives him some conditions for life, even if not the most favorable. will you leave when you don't have a home? I don't think so

either stay or run away from them. Dice does not promise that he will spare if he sees a fugitive

sorry i dunno how to end this post heres funny doodl TRANSLATION: d- gimme the dose i have fucking withdrawal; y- fuck off

[elithemiar-blog]

KimChay reconciliation and a bit of Porsche & Chay

Let me know what ya think. First time writing for this fandom, Kim may be a bit OOC, but I tried.

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The garden had darken under the fall of the sun, stars climbing over the horizon as the moon stays hidden. The gorgeous bright almost neon colors in a sea of pastel that is normally seen at all times in this new life of violence and retribution, revenge and agony, of the mystery if a puzzle will finally provide the details hidden in the message when the puzzle will be solved.

Only to find that the puzzle solved is only a piece of a much larger scale.

The green foliage of the shrubs that surround the compound is a vivid reminder that even though the ones he loves are alive doesn't mean that they are safe. Drops, much like his own tears at one time, fall from the leaves and absorb into the soil to fuel growth, and even help the seedlings that have yet to sprout.

He can't help but think of himself, falling for so long and hard after a brief time of warmth in a struggle of fending off the cold, and seeing the small things to get through until the next day.

Now, even the white posts that hold the small gazebo, he can only see as gray.

And the ceiling that he would normally see as maybe a dark brown, is as black as the sky is right now.

His head hangs back, neck burning at the angle as he tries to reach the railing to rest on but unable to, instead he feels chill of water droplets hitting his forehead.

Flinching at first, as the uncomfortable feeling of dry to wet, of warm to cold shocks his skin, he calms, the different spectrums becoming soothing.

"If you want to get wet, I'll sneak you over to the pool."

His eyes open to see the border between the sky and the wood of the shelter ceiling, not remembering when he shut them in the first place. Raising his head until meeting the almost guilt wrecked gaze of his brother, but he doesn't speak, just turns his head back down, hands already twisting in his lap and brushing his own calluses on his finger tips.

Rough but gentle hands brushing over his shoulders, skin barely touching skin that sent goosebumps down his arms and ricocheting back into his heart that gave him the courage to speak up, and release the bound feelings inside.

"Chay."

His brother calls again, and still doesn't answer. He shifts until is back is against one of the corners, but his front still staying facing the entrance. Something that he has felt the need to do as of recent, startled several times already with the guards coming up behind him. He feels safer seeing the way in, and exactly who is standing there.

He tucks is legs up on the bench, one leg bending to lean against the railing while the other stays tucked under, hands gripping that leg in an act of self comfort.

"Chay."

He swallows, knowing that this is a conversation has to happen, no matter how much he wants to avoid the nerves, "What?" Where is his courage to battle through those nerves like last time.

Porsche sits next to him, and with his brother being for more proficient at keeping them safe he turns his gaze to his hands, feeling the weird soft material that the oldest brother of the mafia sons had procured for him.

He heard his brother sigh, and the near choking feeling climbs and builds in his throat, but he's so tired of crying, of seeming weak. Another hand hovers over his, then pulls away.

"I know we haven't talked in a while, with everything going on, I just thought that you need time to…let everything settle."

He nods, that was one way of putting it.

"You've changed, Chay. These spontaneous decisions aren't you."

"And what if they are?" he challenges back, softly, barely a whisper between them.

A small smile appears unbidden on his brother's face, "Because I know you. I've seen you angry, happy, sad, nervous, and even petty. I've practically raised you, but you're acting like -- " he sucked in a breath, "Who hurt you, Chay?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes, tell me their name and I'll go take care of them."

He could, but there was only two, and for once he's tired of holding back the hurt. "You can't take care of yourself."

Porsche flinches back.

"I understand why, I really do, but you couldn't tell me the truth? At least hinted that what you were involved with wasn't legal?" he quickly wipes away the single tear that had escaped, sniffling.

"I didn't think you'd approved."

"Obviously, I didn't matter -- " snapping his mouth shut, the frustration voicing his darker thoughts.

Porsche's voice pitched as he spoke, "You are the reason I took this, our money problems are no more and even if I declined on my death bed, I'm pretty sure we would've been here anyway."

He chokes out a laugh, barely making it past the lump in his throat that still remains there.

Porsche observes him for a moment before nodding along, though concern still evident. "At least you're feeling something."

The corner of his lips tucked up slightly, at least one of them can still see the bright side.

"Who else?"

If there is one thing Chay knows of himself, he can't lie, not to Porsche, no matter how much he really wants to. "Nothing worth your time."

"You're worth everything." he replies. "When everything started to go down before the coup, I thought of taking you and running, escaping while there was still a chance. Then just like that, answers started come, secrets being revealed, and the amount of a hassle there had been of someone trying to keep everything hidden."

"I don't think Kinn," and Kim, he wants to believe, "wouldn't try to follow if we tried."

"And about a dozen bodyguards." Porsche agreed. "I just want you safe, that's all."

He rolls his eyes, "I know."

Porsche opens his arms, inviting the younger for a hug, and this time Chay doesn't deny the embrace hiding his face into his brother's shoulder. "I haven't forgotten that you hadn't revealed a name, but…I'll wait until you're ready."

Nodding back, and seeing the garden around them makes him feel a little lighter.

"Come back to the party when you're ready. I'll keep them distracted for as long as I can."

With one final look, Chay turned his back, refusing to witness Porsche leaving.

His heart felt a little lighter, being able to get through that without the yelling he fearfully expected, for a moment thinking that his brother found out about his outings, and how he'd been followed home, and by who.

The feeling of being watched, eyes penetrating into his back, and he could only think of one single person who would genuinely be watching over him, and that person just left. His heart thumps thinking that it could be the other person, the same person that keeps an eye on him for some reason other than a duty.

"I don't know why you continue to follow me when you've never cared!" he shouts, the accusation on his tongue tingling, taking a breath to release another statement.

"I never said I didn't care." a mellow-toned voice whispers.

Chay whips around, "Then what was with the apology?" the anger that had surfaced immediately dropped back down at seeing the cold, frigid eyes that gazed back. "Kim?"

"Chay, I -- " his gaze turned away, jaw clenching, his hands though hidden in the pockets of that leather jacket, could still be seen forming into fists. He leaned back on his heel, already twisting to walk away.

"Why should I stay, when you won't?"

Kim is forced to pause at that question, his body a quarter of the way twisted back to exit the structure, slowly he met Chay's gaze over his shoulder. "Would you have? If you knew?"

"I don't know." incredulous at the question, but hopeful, "Not like you gave me a choice!" He suddenly stood, finding more strength than he had all week, and nearly stood toe to toe in front of Kim. "I can see why you wouldn't answer any question in the vicinity of this place, from what very little I could figure out, but why hurt me?"

Kim didn't move, just stated straight into the doe-eyes that had haunted him, but at the very least no tears were shedding.

"Did you enjoy playing me like a fiddle? Enjoy that I had been so easy to get information out of? Enjoy--"

"Enjoy our time as if breathing sunlight?"

Chay blinked, "Then why hurt me?"

"Safer --"

"For who?!" he snapped, those frustrated tears threatening to re-run their course down his cheeks.

Kim barely stopped himself from reaching out, shifting so minutely that no-one could've noticed.

"For me? Or for yourself?"

Frustration and anxiety with a brush of hope shifted through Kim's veins, and he couldn't stop his next words, "I can't let my own father know of any weaknesses!"

The sheer vulnerability that reflected in his eyes, of regret, fear, and so much more made Chay's own emotions freeze, his hands rose scrubbing over his eyes, and he turned away, moving back toward the bench he'd been on to curl up as if he's a defenseless child.

Kim reached out, hand missing the fabric of his shirt to hold him there. Tamping down the panic that pierced his heart, as he witnesses Chay turn his back on him, to look out into the garden. A part of him knows that he should leave, and he realized that he's a coward, the beauty in front of him having so much courage for the both of them.

And maybe it could be enough.

Chay lets the tears roll into his sleeve, hearing the footsteps, so light as he's sure Kim is walking away.

"For both of us."

Stunned, the younger turns to give him his full attention, but stays silent.

"If my father knew about our connection he'd use that to tie me into this family again, he'd put your life in danger to get me to cooperate." He sits, turning his head to the garden, being unable to meet the inquisitive gaze just yet. "I knew early on that you didn't know anything, and even after trying to cut contact, you persisted."

"Alright, so attracted to stubbornness?"

"No." Kim glances back to see Chay, insecurities showing through as the younger's shoulders dropped. Panic of a different kind squeezed his heart as he struggled to say something. Than an idea came through the fog, "What do you see in the garden?"

Chay shrugs, "Bushes, foliage, might be some rose bushes." he sees colors, various ones, "What's that got to do with anything?"

"Humor me. What did you think initially?"

"It's calm, quiet, even without the sunlight or the moon, it's beautiful."

Kim, missed the exaggerated hand movements, that showed there was nothing that could be hurt him in those hands. "I see where cameras can be placed, I see places to hide, I see an open area with very few places to use as a barrier in case of another fight. I see things that could be used as a weapon, and even though we are a bit further from the main building, there are cameras that point in this direction."

"I -- "

"This is my world."

"Okay, I can see your point." he nodded, once, "How would keeping me in the dark protect me, if I don't know what I'm being protected from? If I'm in danger, I have a right to know that, so I can protect myself, so I know what to look for."

"I was hoping Porsche would take you and run." he mutters out, "I didn't know about your mother."

"But you knew something." Chay shakes his head, getting his thoughts back on the reason they're here, "What do you want?"

"Whatever you'll give me." his answer rushes out as he exhales.

Chay wants to go back to whatever they had on the base of lies, to go back to that comfort, but he knows that he needs to know Kim without the pretentions of an investigation. To know all sides of him, even the ones he tries to keep hidden. Memories flashed back to Hum's Bar floor, he's not exactly happy about the killing, but at the same time he's grateful, satisfied in a weird way of Kim's ability to protect him.

Kim, will deny to anyone else that he did not perk up at watching Chay unblock his number, a thrumming in his veins that gives in the urge to be able to reach him again.

"I'll let you know."

[me-and-my-3lovers]

Forget Me, Please

Misha Collins x GN!Reader Superpower AU

No specific pronouns used

MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 693

Warnings: Some angst, some sexual touching, that should be all :)

Masterlist

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Smoke, and bodies; too much of both to see five feet in front of you. Walking around, you were looking for easy prey, like a shark. 

Through the neon haze of the strip club, there he was, blue eyes locked on you. You could have sworn that he was the telepathic one instead of you. He tracked you down, city after city, face after face, relentless in his pursuit. You had half a mind to sneak out the back, but that would have left you too vulnerable. 

Your coworker Edwardo started towards him. You could hear him trying to offer him a 'discount' for 'services rendered.' You'd prayed that it would work, but it never does. He shoved Ed out of the way on his way over to you. Several others tried to tempt him, sensing money on him like blood in the water. Instead, he kept his pace toward you, devouring you with his eyes, drinking every last drop.

"How much for a private dance?" he licked his lips in anticipation. There was a routine you two fell into, the constant cat and mouse.

You didn't respond; you led him up the stairs towards the curtained rooms. When you found a suitable room away from prying eyes and ears, you sat him down and closed the curtains.

You straddled him. His hands were on you like before, when it was you two against the world. Back before there were powers, back when everything was simple.

"I've been looking for you." He breathed into your ear, stubble scratching against your cheek.

"I know," was all you could breathe out while kissing him, "how do you keep finding me?"

His hands were in your hair now, "You might be able to change your face, your body, but not your heart, never your heart." 

He held you close as if waiting for you to slip between his fingers. It would have crushed a normal person, but it comforted you. You almost hoped he would never let go, but you couldn't allow yourself to stay. Life wasn't kind to people like you; it couldn't be kind to people like you, like him.

"Come home with me." his lips were close; his hot breath fanned your face. "Stay."

It was a simple request, but you couldn't oblige. You turned your head around so you didn't have to look into his eyes, so he couldn't see how much you wanted to.

"I want you, forever." He whispered as you ran your hands up his firm chest. "To have and to hold till the end of time."

"Might as well pull the ring out while you're at it," You half-joked before turning back around. "You already know why we can't."

"I'll be waiting for you. You can't say no forever." He started to massage your hips.

It was a while before either of you talked. The silence conveyed everything you needed it to: the passion, the lust, the desire for more, and the love. You stood up, and he moved his lips down your body, kissing every inch. It felt like heaven; the universe was right when you were together. You ran your fingers through his hair as he started sucking a hickey on your hips. His hand rested on your ass, pulling you closer.

Your hair clung to your face as he started moving back up. 

You wanted to cave and let him take you, stay with him for the rest of your life. You could almost imagine it if you tried hard enough; the white picket fence, movie nights every Friday, and breakfast in bed on Sunday. But that's just not how this life works.

You sat back down on his lap, "I love you," you whispered with tears in your eyes. As you moved your hands up to his temples you could see the heartbreak in his eyes.

"Don't make me forget this, please." He cupped your hands in his, "You don't have to."

"Forgive me." You took away his memory of tonight, and his memory of your heartbeat too. He won't find or forgive you for a while now, but it’s safer this way.

[imagine-knb]

Hiiii! I’m the anon that requested the skin allergy reactions. I was wondering if I could add a few more characters? The way you did them all the first time was very endearing 💕

If you would for Kasamatsu, Mayuzumi, Himuro, Hyuga, Takao, Hanamiya, Kotaro, Nash, and Riko (if you can 😅)

I think the post you're talking about is this one, right anon? If not, let me know which one you are actually talking about and I will rewrite this ask! Admin Neon

Hyuuga: There's a moment where he's on court and he doesn't seem to believe what he's seeing. Is your skin going a bit redder than normal? Removing his glasses, he tries to wipe away whatever might be on the lenses before he takes a better look at you, but the splotchy complexion is still there on your skin.

"Hey," he calls out to you, beckoning you toward him with a wave of his hand. When you get closer and he sees the hives beginning to spread across your arms and legs, his frown deepens and he takes on a more scolding tone. "You don't have to push yourself so hard. Go take a breather on the bench and I'll join you in a second."

Hyuuga gently shoves you in the direction of the sidelines, giving you no room to argue. While you go sit, he goes to find a cool water bottle, thinking that maybe dowsing you in something cold could help sooth your aching skin.

Riko: The shrill sound of her whistle cuts through the air and everyone on the court comes to a complete standstill, knowing that meant she wanted everyone to stop. The second the sound of squeaking sneakers cease, Riko is stomping on court in your direction, her eyes burning you with a glare.

"I told you to tell me when you start getting tired! Did you think I wouldn't notice?!" Her tone may sound angry, but you can see the worried furrow of her brows and distressed teardrops prickling at her eyes.

Riko doesn't give you time to respond as she drags you off the court herself, taking you to where she usually stood on the sidelines. The second you two pass over the court lines, she blows that shrill whistle once more and practice starts right back up without you. You're benched until further notice.

Kasamatsu: "Hey, you need to go take a break." Kasamatsu's voice sounds flat and even as he says this to you, loud enough for it to sound like a command, but quiet enough that the rest of the team can't hear.

While you go to follow his orders, he barks out a few more toward the remaining people on court before following after you. It was a captain's job to make sure his team stayed healthy, after all. And most importantly, he felt it was his job to make sure you stayed healthy too.

He's not much of a fusser, so the most he does is hand you a water bottle and keep an eye on your out of his peripherals. But if you so much as try to step back onto court before your allergies have calmed down, he will attempt to kick you right back onto the benches. Literally.

Takao: You're jogging around on court when Takao suddenly comes up beside you and throws an arm around your shoulder. At first, you think it's just supposed to be a friendly gesture, but he won't let go. Soon, he starts steering you away from the action and toward the bleachers.

"You know, I notice everything on court, right?" he asks, and there's a slight laugh at the end of his sentence. "Like you trying to pull your sleeves down to hide your allergies?"

There's a grin on his face that tells you you're caught. He won't let you get back to the game, even if you had wanted to. Instead, Takao makes sure to sit with you on the sidelines, handing you cold bottle of water after cold bottle of water, until the redness of your skin has subsided.

Himuro: He had been a little too into the game to be paying much attention to you, so by the time Himuro notices that you're struggling, you're already a bit out of breath and itchy. You were already standing on the sidelines on your own when he jogs up to you, expression downturned with worry.

"Allergies?" he asks, reaching a cold hand out to press against your burning cheek. "You should have said something sooner. We could have stopped, I could have helped."

Both you and Himuro know that there actually wasn't much he could do once your allergies flared up however. He tries not to let the guilt eat at him as he stands with you, waiting for your symptoms to calm down. He might even insist that the two of you are done for the day, even if he feels like he could still play for hours more.

Hayama: He's so into the game that somebody else actually has to stop him and point out that you've retired to the bleachers, breathing hard and scratching. Hayama instantly runs off to your side, feeling guilty for not noticing sooner. When you tell him you hadn't wanted to spoil his fun by interrupting, he seems to pout with both annoyance and worry.

"I'd rather you bother me than be sitting here alone!" Then, thinking about his words, he changes his wording. "No, it's not bothering me! I just want to make sure you're okay."

Despite Hayama saying he wants to sit with you until you get better, you can still see his leg bouncing as if he were itching himself to get back onto court. It really is a show of genuine caring from him that he would hold back to really ensure you were safe and healthy.

Mayuzumi: You were already sitting on the sidelines yourself, rubbing at your itching skin, when Mayuzumi came up and sat down on the bleachers with you. You gave him a questioning look before looking back out toward the courts where all the other players were still deep in practice.

"They won't notice me missing for a few minutes," he explained quietly. "And if they do, screw them. I'm taking care of you first before I head back out there."

He's handing you a towel dowsed in cold water, hoping it would be enough to soon your skin. There's a tense moment where someone does notice him missing, but you merely see Mayuzumi give a soft smirk in the team's direction before he looks back over to you.

Hanamiya: "Hey." That's the only warning you get as you look up just in time for Hanamiya to throw a basketball in your direction. It catches you off guard and you miss catching it, the ball hitting you in the side before rolling away. The bump against you has your skin burning and you palm at it to try relieve the itch.

You can hear Hanamiya click his tongue in annoyance as he picks up the basketball. "Go take a break if you need one," he says. His tone sounds harsh, but you know if it had been anyone else, he would have told them to simply suck it up.

Hanamiya joins you on the sidelines a few minutes later and, though he doesn't say much — in fact, he doesn't seem to look at you at all — he always makes sure there's a cold bottle of water nearby at all times.

Nash: You had paused in the middle of a run to scratch at your arm, the sensation had been too strong to ignore. It didn't go unnoticed by anyone on court however and you soon found yourself being directed over to the sidelines.

"You're not gunna be of any use during this practice if you're pausing every ten steps to scratch." Despite the harshness of the words, the fact that Nash wasn't just barking them out proved that he had more care for your wellbeing than initially thought. "Just sit by and relax for a minute, will ya?"

He's not one for babysitting, so he doesn't stick around to actually make sure your allergies go away, but ever so often as he plays you can see his gaze travel back over toward you, always making sure you weren't getting worse at least.

[ru-fiction]

Playground Rivals: Ken x Fem Reader

Chapter 4

"I stay up too late. Got nothing in my brain."

Raquelle taps her fingers against the wheel in rhythm with the song.

"That's what people say. That's what people say."

"Mmm Mmm."

"That's what people say."

"Mmm Mmm."

Ken starts shimming in the back seat doing his silly faces again.

"But I keep cruising, Can't"

"Stop."

"Won't"

"Stop."

"Moving. It's like I got this music, In my mind saying it's gonna be alright."

Raquelle motions for everyone to join her and Barbie in the song.

"Cause the players gonna..."

"Play."

"Play."

"Play."

"Play."

Raquelle smiles, eyes still on the road as they drive further and further away from Barbieland.

"And the haters gonna..."

"Hate."

"Hate."

"Hate."

"Hate?"

Ryan nods along with the song and Y/n starts rocking along with Ken and the beat.

And so Barbie, Ken, the twins and Y/n set off on their adventure to the real world.

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The five tried their best to fit in Barbie's tiny pink boat. They had all wore a matching set, Ken and Barbie had on a pink and white shirt, white pants and matching hats and the trio wore the same outfit but in black and purple, Raquelle wore her shades while the other two wore hats.

Barbie smiled happy to be the one at the wheel this time, Ken and Y/n sat as close to each other as possible not minding the situation really, and Raquelle rubbed Ryan's back as he mimics hurling in the water, the sea sickness getting to him. The plastic ocean faded into real life waters.

"Ugh. How much longer?"

"Just a few more steps to go."

"Ugh."

He leans into his twin sister.

"Just don't hurl on my shoes."

A dolphin dives in front of the boat and Ken gets scared by a pigeon cowering in the other doll's arms.

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Suddenly the group was in space, the girls sat on the ship. Everyone was in a space suit.

Ken and Ryan were flying off, The other two girls tried to grab on to the boys that were trying desperately not to float away, Barbie remained unaware of what was happening behind her.

"Hold me Y/n."

"I'm trying..."

"Don't let me go."

"I'm not."

Y/n holds onto Ken's hand as best as she could for how long the ride would be.

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Somehow they found a group bike with five seats on it. The trio wore some biking gear along with outfits to match Barbie and Ken.

Barbie was in the front again, Ryan behind her, Raquelle behind him, Y/n behind her and Ken at the end.

They all paddled as hard as they could, Ken started to lose breath but smiled when everyone turned to check on him, giving a thumbs up. Y/n smiles at him, making a kissy face before turning back to face the front.

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They were all outside of Barbie's camping van. Barbie wore a white dress shirt and red pants, Ken wore an inverse of the outfit. The trio wore black hoodies with red sweat pants, the girls' hoodies were cropped.

"Hi."

Barbie waved at Ken and Y/n who were hanging up clothes to dry as she walked to sit in one of the lawn chairs next to the twins, who were miming eating s'mores. Ken just chuckles at her before turning to the doll next to him and kissing her cheek when the others weren't looking.

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Raquelle found two snow vehicles, she made Barbie and Ryan share one with her, Barbie asked to share one with Y/n but Raquelle was adamant on her sharing one with Ken.

"I'm driving this time."

"No fair you drove the car."

"Awe."

Ken snuggled into Y/n. The two smiled at each other as the others bickered.

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Finally the ice melts away and the group skate onto a beach. Y/n holds onto Ken since she couldn't skate.

Barbie and Ken wore matching neon outfits that were a mix of blue, pink, and yellow. Raquelle wore a blue cropped shirt with a lilac cropped sweater on top with blue denim shorts; her red shades on top of her head, Ryan and Y/n wore deep purple sweaters and blue jeans.

Everyone looked around in wonder, the sand wasn't pink, the water was fully real, the sun was hot on their skin, it was so different...

"Guys..."

"Wow!!"

"Yes!!"

"Not too fast Ken."

Y/n wobbled a little and started pulling the other doll closer.

"Sorry."

"It's okay."

The waves were coming in strong, people walked towards them with surf boards, there were a few guys playing basketball, and people dancing around in the street.

"Wow this is the real world."

Y/n smiled as a girl looked at her up and down.

"Barbie, I told you there'd be beach."

Ken smiles proudly, happy to be right about something. Barbie smiles and nods at him.

"Yeah."

Suddenly it got a little tense in the air. Y/n started fidgeting a little, there was a lot of guys watching her in the same way the girl before was but this time it wasn't just directed towards her. She could see that Barbie and Raquelle also looked affected by it.

Raquelle started to glare at the guys, not wanting to show fear, Barbie was the opposite.

"Anyone else feeling this weird tension in the air."

Ken looks at her worried then pulls the doll beside him and wraps his arms around her. Barbie looks confused about the display, Ryan steps in front of his twin sister, giving Ken an nod of approval.

People start whistling and catcalling at the dolls, others laugh about their outfits.

Ken frowns at them not liking how they were looking at the woman he liked or his friends. Ryan looked like he wanted to punch someone.

But then some guys started giving Ken approving looks and thumbs ups and he started to feel conflicted.

He starts to smile a little but stops when Ryan turns in his direction looking at his other sister.

"What's going on?"

"Give us a smile, Blondie."

"Oh, don't hog all the ladies."

"I would like to take a bit of that."

Y/n cringes knowing it was directed at her.

"Why are these men looking at us?"

"They're also staring at us."

He motions to him and Ryan. The (h/c) haired doll didn't like how happy he sounded saying that.

But then some other guys started to look at Ken differently and that same feeling she felt at Weird Barbie's house came back and it made Y/n more upset.

"Ohh, love that."

Y/n pulls Ken into her tighter as if they weren't super close already. Ken smiles down at the doll liking the attention from her.

"Wow."

"I feel kind of ill at ease. Like... I don't know the word for it but I'm conscious, but it's myself I'm conscious of."

The other four dolls knew what she meant, they felt it everyday.

"I'm not getting any of that here, I feel what could only be described as admired, but not ogled and there's no undertone of violence."

"Mine very much has an undertone of violence."

"If anyone comes too close there might be some violence."

Ryan glares as another guy checks out his sisters.

"Oh look an construction site. We need that good feminine energy."

She tries to skate towards it but Raquelle holds her back.

"Wait before we leave."

Raquelle points towards the snow cone machine she's been eyeing the whole time.

"I want one of those snow ball things."

She grabs her sister's and Ken's arm and pulls them over to it leaving Ryan and Barbie to stare awkwardly at each other.

"So...the human world?"

Barbie nods.

"It... different."

Barbie nods again.

The other three dolls stop by the snow cone machine. Behind the machine was an older man and a guy that they looked to be the same age as. He was tan, he had curly brown hair and brown eyes to match, the guy next to him seemed like a carbon copy but older and with a beard. Raquelle paused slightly admiring the guy in front of her.

Y/n and Ken look at each other, The (h/c) haired doll smirks and Ken's eyebrows raise slightly a amused smile on his lips as the two check the other out.

"Don't worry dad, I can take them. Go rest up."

The older man pats the younger one on the back then heads off in search for water. The remaining guy smiles at the brunette girl in front of him.

"What can I do ya for?"

"I was wanting one of your snow balls."

The guy cringes with a smile still on his face.

"Excuse me."

"Your snow balls."

She points to the picture of the different snow cone colors on the stand.

"I wanted to try one, I've never had it before."

The guy chuckles when the brunette girl's eyes light up as he scoops some ice into a paper cone.

"What flavor?"

Raquelle squats to get a better look at the picture, tapping her chin as she thinks on it.

"Can I have blue raspberry?"

He pours the syrup on the ice and handing it to the girl before looking up towards the other people.

"Your friends?"

"My sister and her boyfriend."

Ken blushed at that and starts playing with his fingers, the other doll starts rubbing her hands together but looked flustered by the statement.

"Any specific flavors you guys want?"

"Strawberry please."

"Watermelon."

He hands them their snow cones before turning his gaze back on Raquelle.

"It's on the house."

"What house?"

The guy chuckles again, shaking his head.

"It's an expression it means it's free."

He smiles at Raquelle causing a grin to form on her face.

"Guys c'mon!!"

"Well, see ya."

Raquelle nods a dazed look in her eye, Ken picks her up and starts walking back towards the others.

Once they make it to the others Ken puts her down and Y/n hands him his snow cone.

"What, None for us?"

Raquelle takes a long lick from hers, savoring the taste and then hands it to Ryan to share. Barbie looks at Ken's snow cone before making eye contact with him. Ken sighs handing it to her making a smile form on her face, Y/n then shares with Ken not wanting him to be left out of having said treat.

The group started walking to the construction site Barbie pointed out. There were guys sitting down on a lunch break that instantly started sexualizing them as they walked up.

"I don't know exactly what you meant with all of those little quips, but I'm picking up on some sort of entendre, which appears to be double."

The others nod along with her words. Ken squints at the dudes.

"And I would just like to inform you, We do not have a vagina."

She gestures towards all the girls, her statement makes Y/n accidentally drop her snow cone which she pouts about.

"And they don't have a penis."

She points to Ken and Ryan. Ryan looks around embarrassed not trying to make eye contact with anyone and Ken frowns feeling called out.

"We don't have genitals."

"That's okay."

Raquelle looks at the guy in disgust. Barbie smiles as if she told them off and skates away everyone following her one by one. Ken turns to the guys before leaving.

''I have a-all the genitals."

"Geez, you would think a construction site at lunch time would be the perfect place for a little woman power but this one was so...male."

Ken frowns a little he didn't know why he felt offended by the statement but he was.

"Everything is almost like... reversed here."

He smirks a little but stops when everyone turns towards him. Was he wrong for liking this world?

"Oh look! The supreme court."

Barbie points at a pageant board. Raquelle rolls her eyes at the picture, Ryan smirks at his sister and Y/n shakes her head at the reaction.

"They're so smart.''

"Yeah."

Two guys skate up towards them, one smacks Raquelle's butt and the other smacks Barbie's, Barbie quickly turns and punches the one that hit her but looked shocked at what she did however Raquelle throws her cone on the ground before kicking the guy in the balls and punching him in the throat. Y/n cheers her sister on, Ryan stops Ken from trying to stop the fight.

Ken nods as Ryan walks up and also starts beating up the dude, The cops quickly run up to the scene grabbing both dolls and having everyone walk to the police car.

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Barbie looks scared as she holds up the sign with her name on it, she blinks rapidly when the light flashes. Ryan steps up with his name card and smiles big.

"Can you take another one? my right side is my best side."

Y/n looks around not really paying attention to the camera. Raquelle flips off the police officer taking the picture, copying what she saw the guy she beat up do.

"If I were you I would stop doing that."

Ken faces the left with a big smile on his face holding up his "and Ken" sign.

The cops scan everyone's finger prints, also sexualizing the girls before letting them go.

"I think we should get some different clothes."

"I agree."

"Second that."

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They all go inside the closest convenience store they could find. Looking around at all the different cowboy and cowgirl outfits. Ken's eyes lit up being in a store that had to do with his love of horses.

"Fashion Show!!"

Ken started it off. Switching into different outfits at the speed of light. His first outfit was a denim long sleeve shirt with white pants and a brown hat, everyone but Y/n said no to it. The second was a short sleeve brown shirt with blue jeans and a black hat again everyone but Y/n said no. Then it was a black and white long sleeve shirt with a gold vest and ripped blue jeans and black hat this time everyone agreed it wasn't for him. Then he wore a blue and white striped shirt with khaki shorts and everyone appreciated the outfit but still told him to change. Finally he came out wearing a black and white cowboy outfit with a white hat, it had fringe from the shoulders to the neck and he finished it off with a pink bandana tied around his neck, Everyone said yes, Y/n being the most vocal about it.

Barbie went next, she first wore a pink and white striped shirt, blue jeans and a gray sweater with glitter by the zipper, the others liked the outfit but still told her to change. Next she wore a striped shirt that started black and white then faded to pink and black at the bottom with brown pants and a leather jacket that had fur on it again cute but the others told her to switch again. Then she came out in a glitter gray shirt, light pink pants and a dark pink shirt.

"Where are you finding these clothes?"

Barbie just shrugs and changes for the final time into a dark pink denim cowgirl outfit and a white hat also finishing her look with a pink bandana around her neck. She smiles happy with her outfit and joins the others.

Raquelle and Ryan stand up and go searching for matching outfits. The first was a black and blue denim look, They wore a black shirt with blue denim jeans, Raquelle's was an off the shoulder look. The two do different poses as Y/n pretends like she's taking a picture of them.

"My turn, My turn."

Y/n looks around for a while, she wanted something different from the others. She came back in a blue denim jumper dress, it was in an ombre style dark blue at the top and light blue at the bottom. She spins around showing off the outfit, the others hyping her up.

"Okay!!"

"Queen!!"

"That's my sister!!"

"So hot!!"

She playfully rolls her eyes changing into a black shirt with a denim blue jacket and jean pants. Raquelle and Ryan give her a thumbs up, Barbie claps and Ken just looks at her adoringly.

She changes again into a blue top and a white skirt with a denim jacket and yellow hat. She shrugs it off and changes into another outfit that had a baby blue tank top and denim skirt it had fringe going from one hip to the bottom of the other side, it came with a pink and blue hand bag and some white and pink sneakers.

"Wow!!"

"So which one are you going with?"

Y/n thinks about it for a little before smiling and picking her favorite from the bunch.

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Everyone exits the store.

"We look great."

"I love fringe."

"I love denim."

Ken starts shimming shaking the fringe on his shirt. Y/n smiles lovingly at him.

"Hahahaha."

"Alright let's go find whatever it is Barbie's looking for."

Someone comes out of the store looking for them.

"Hey, man. You guys gotta pay for that stuff."

"But it's on the house."

"Says who?"

Barbie taps Raquelle's shoulder and nods her head away in a different direction, Everyone takes off running away from the guy. He gives chase before calling the cops.

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Y/n now sat outside of the police station waiting for the others to come out. She was able to slip away before getting caught but the others not so much. She looked up when the others finally came out, Ken quickly ran to her and pulled her in a hug.

"You won't believe it little sis, They gave me and Raquelle our headshots."

"How'd that happen?"

"A lot of begging."

"Weird Barbie said I would know how to find this girl."

Ken nods along listening intently to his blonde friend. Everyone walked farther and farther away from the police station.

"But I have no idea. What would a smart Barbie do?"

That caught Y/n and Raquelle's attention. Barbie didn't think she was smart? Of course she was.

"Don't say that about yourself, of course you're smart."

Barbie smiles a little shaking her head.

"Right, sorry."

"Maybe you just need to think."

"You're right. Just need to clear my mind so I can think."

Barbie sits down on the bench at the bus stop. She closes her eyes trying to clear her head. Ryan sits beside her and starts to fidget. Ken won't sit still, walking around everywhere.

"I hate it when people think. I get so bored."

Barbie looks at both of them annoyed.

"The faster I figure it out, the faster we get to go home."

"C'mon let's go do something..."

"This is boring... Barbie I'm bored."

Barbie sighs sending Y/n a pleading look. Raquelle rolls her eyes before hitting the back of both boys heads.

"Ouch."

"She stays doing that."

Both boys rub the back of their heads, Ken pouts and Ryan glares at his twin. Y/n pats both boys' shoulders trying to soothe them.

Ken moves closer to the other doll allowing himself to be babied by her.

"What am I supposed to do?"

Barbie gives Ken another annoyed look.

"Okay, let's go for a walk or something."

"By ourselves?"

"Yes."

"No."

"You got a better idea?"

"Yes, I'm coming too, I'm bored."

Raquelle rolls her eyes and Barbie sighs. She wanted the boys to go.

"You're embarrassing me right now."

"Where are we even supposed to go?"

"Anywhere."

"Can I go that way?"

"Yes."

The five of them get into an argument about what to do.

"Okay, Okay, Okay."

The four dolls look at her.

"How about this..."

[the-starry-seas]

for however many ocs as you wanna answer this for

alone: How does your OC deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there's no one around to see them?

oh good I get to talk about clones to you, you will regret this

Nox: That's the neat part, they don't. Memes aside, they've never been completely alone (I mean, you try finding true solitude when you're one of millions of clones, yeesh). Also they're clingy and if they are alone they will change that pronto because they can't stand that shit, they cannot be alone, not physically capable. And the way they act around others, and when it's just themself, is pretty much the same! They're annoying, affectionate, and fond of making random and/or loud noises for no good reason. Just sitting by themself on the floor, quacking like a duck to see if they're good at it, putting some of their neon pink hair dye in Harlow's shampoo.

Tally: He fucking freaks. He's also never been alone (re: millions of clones) and he hates the silence and stillness. He needs background noise, he needs people around, he starts feeling real weird if he's not directly in sight of at least two or three other people, clones or not. He does a lot of nervous pacing when he's alone, because he doesn't like it and when do Nox and Harlow come back, this sucks. But there are times where he likes to chill and read a book while listening to whatever noisy nonsense is going on in the barracks.

Harlow: He stays level-headed because if he doesn't, who will? He's a lieutenant and that means he does not have the luxury of emotional distress (lol. lmao even.) or panicking over things. He doesn't mind being alone, in and of itself, but it does tend to make him a little bit nervous these days because if he's not there to tell Nox to behave, what the fuck are they up to now? Who's gonna protect his shinies if he's not there? But if he has someone to babysit them, he's doing a full spa day with cucumber slices and harp music and everything.

Blue: He likes being alone for short periods of time because it gives him some quiet and peace. He needs something to focus on though so it's like, idle games and crosswords to keep him occupied instead of meditation-style quiet. Loneliness, on the other hand, is different from being alone and he hates that shit. He gets restless and mopey and he just wants his idiot siblings back because they're his anchor even if they also often drive him nuts. I think being in stasis for thirty years counts as being completely alone? He did not care for that shit at all, he would do anything to not have to face that again.

Ember: He tries to make himself very small when he's alone so that nobody notices him. Being alone scares him because he knows that he'll be decommissioned if the GAR ever finds out that he can't hear any more. Even after getting away from them, old habits die hard, and being alone means not being with his family, so he'd really just rather not. So when he is alone, like Tally, he's nervous (but he freezes up instead of pacing). He likes being alone with his husband there are many benefits to being married to a marine biologist because they're adorable and Cam will play with his hair and infodump about their mutual favourite animal, the cownose stingray. (bonus camber picrew from a few years ago when kmerolzzzz's was still around)

Star: Being completely alone makes him shut down. He's a Force-sensitive clone and the Kaminoans were hellbent on reproducing that so he often got pulled out of training for tests and experiments. Being alone, to him, means he's going to be a lab rat again and probably hurt somehow along the way. He prefers being alone with one or two others, also preferably clones. Namely Winter who's the oldest of the squad and also their father figure, they call him buir and everything. He naps a lot when he's alone with a friend, chronic fatigue and all. But when it's just him and his squad, he's also more open with his facial expressions and looks them in the eyes more (GAR Jedi tended to be uh, less than kind when seeing a Force sensitive clone with golden eyes, he doesn't look strangers in the eyes very often).

Silver and Sky: A package deal. If they're not together, the world is ending. They've been inseparable from the moment they were ‘born’ less than a minute apart and everyone calls them the twins, so while most clones have an answer of "never been completely alone due to millions of clones", they've barely ever been out of each others' sight for more than five minutes. Shelter cat bonded, through and through. They're always grinning in cahoots about something, love that for them <3 They stay silly, whether they're on their own, or with the rest of the squad. They're well aware that they're disposable weapons, but they're also twins, and as long as twins have each other, what could go wrong? They stick together even more closely when it's just them because it's all about protecting each other.