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imfelinefinee · 4 months ago

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How to play pranks on your Annoying Fish Monster Roommate (5+1)

Pairing: Seb.as.tian Sol.ace x Reader (Platonic / Romantic)

NSFW DNI

Notes: I've always wanted to try the 5+1 format- If you aren't familiar with it its when something happens 5 times within a fic and 1 thing to contrast the many things previously established. It really fun!

Also fishmanfishmanfishmanfishmanfishmanfishmanfishmanfishmanfishman

No idea if this is turning into its own AU now- I'm probably gonna make a masterpost for this bugger-

Summary: 5 times the expendable annoyed Sebastian and the one time he got them back

Warnings: Soft/Safe vore, Hurt/Comfort. A little hint at flirting in one of the parts (Its a joke dw), A very angry and annoyed fish man, mild swearing, brief mention to trauma etc

Inspired by @/Curledwithin 's Headcanons- I'm scared to tag them-

Words: 7.9K +

Scribbling down the lines without much thought, the sketch of a humanoid figure on the page. They’d yet to decide on who’d become another one of the many masterpieces they’d made thus far. Perhaps it would be another addition to the ever-growing collection of Sebastian doodles they hid within their desk out of view so that he wouldn’t find out about their hobby.

They’d try drawing off memory as a reference for old cartoon shows. Which proved to be rather mundane or simply not up to par as the human mind wasn’t always reliable. It always looked off to them, unsure of themselves as something wasn’t quite right yet they couldn’t determine what it was.

With communications cut off, including access to the luxury that was the internet. They were left with nothing besides the dull marine biology books plastered around or the monotonous documents that served their purposes. It was nice to pass the time in the beginning but now, it never wielded such results.

As the self-proclaimed expert in marine biology after reading every single book in their arsenal, though those weren’t the only subjects they were versed in after reading book after book. Some with facts of science others were business and finance. If they got out of Blacksite, they’d know how to start a business.

They couldn’t determine if that was either a good thing or a bad thing.

Drawing had become a recent pass time for them, an indulgence. But after so much time, they procrastinated more and more until simply trying to finish their current sketch was infuriating as it wasn’t right!

Their attempt at curing their ailment of boredom proved subpar, nothing. Their mind went blank as they could hardly think, a blockage within their head as any attempt at properly thinking only got them in a pit of frustration. Repeatedly they tried to draw a line, only to falter further. Hesitation in their next step as their fingers shook with the graphite pencil in their grip.

“Fucking-... DAMN IT!”, the pencil sent flying against the wall. Colliding with the metallic surface of a wall as it banged against it, only to helplessly fall to the floor. The paper sketch gripped within their hand crunched and scrambled in pain as it was carelessly folded into a ball, and thrown onto the floor in a litter.

It didn’t even look like him.

Whenever the documents Sebastian collected proved to be utter nonsense, he’d hand over the paper for them to use if they wished. For them, a gift. To him, something to get rid of clutter that he didn’t need. Mutual exchange as he’d say. And it was an act of kindness they rarely saw from him in contrast to his attitude most of the time.

They had even found a dusty old notebook that was empty, filled with horizontal lines of writing paper. It had become personal to them, acting like a sketchbook, journal and memories of their time within Blacksite. Something to look back on whenever they felt down or wanted to remember positive things during a rough patch. It kept them sane down there.

With a look of solemnness, they turned to a random page. Only to land on a specific one they were fond of. It was a harmless prank they played on Sebastian, using a camera’s flash they’d found and using it to blind him. It wasn’t as bad as a flash beacon, yet still pretty bright. It startled him enough that they managed to get a picture of his reaction.

A chuckle escaped them as they remembered the ramifications of their actions, caught mere seconds later of taking the photo and forced down into their “Time-out spot”. As Sebastian called it.

Only to get struck with a shock of inspiration…

<...>

Turns out their knowledge of marine biology proved to be rather useful for plotting their silly shenanigans. They could hardly hold their composure as they wanted to bawl over in laughter at their heinous idea.

It wasn’t just horrible, it was genius.

Gripping the bottle in their hand, containing acetic acid within. A strong scent of citrus and acid stung the top of the lid in a putrid aroma, a smell reminiscent of the outer seas or maybe even the welcoming smell of a British chip chop.

A common condiment often acquainted with fries or chips to flaunt the taste of a salty combination. A salty sour taste, some enduring the taste out of distaste with nothing left to eat after hitting a pub or just enjoying the delectable cuisine.

It also proved essential in their survival, especially for cleaning off blood in their blood without access to laundry. With due diligence even tending to Sebastian’s clothing whenever he was too bothered not to wash his clothes. Complaining about the smell of it afterwards as he hated the smell.

To be more specific, it was fucking vinegar.

They’d learnt through much pestering that Sebastian was composed of differing sealife DNAs, including one of which was a sea snake. Snakes absolutely loathed the stench of vinegar as it messed with their sense of smell, perhaps even their organs at times.

Which made it all the more perfect.

Opening the cap, they began to generously dose the vinegar in areas tended to sleep or interact with, especially in the corner where he maintained his shop. Not only that but, just to spite him. They poured some of it on his belongings, careful not to ruin his electronics as they only dripped a small drop on the items.

They snickered in mischief, feeling like an arsonist as it was dunked around the room like gasoline, yet to light the flames of Sebastian’s fury, the matchstick being the trigger as he entered the room.

Standing proudly in front of the results with their hands on their hips, the prank was in full completion. They inhaled the smell, holding back a grimace as it attacked their nostrils. It was a strong stench, even for them as they could pick up on it in the corner of the room they kept safe from the vinegar.

It was definitely going to work.

They waited for his return, passing the time with another book of humdrum. Flipping the paper pages in disinterest, they practically scanned the book for pictures rather than for the text within. A book they’d read a couple of times at that point

Sat down upon their throne of victory, a crate that acted as their sofa whenever they dwelled in the room of Sebastian’s company. A hard surface against their back as they struggled with a sore pain from sitting down on hard surfaces for so long. More than accustomed to it at that point.

As if on cue, they heard the clanging of metal as a heavyweight crawled through, complaining as it struggled with the pressure and movement it was made to endure. The man of the hour pushed his head from the vent, pulling himself up into a standing posture. A bag holstered over his shoulder.

They watched as his eyes widened in a look of shock, the smell flooding his senses as his ears flared up in confusion as he wearily scanned the room for whatever it was that attacked his sensations.

A large forked tongue poked out from the gaps of his teeth, quizzically tasting the air as he tried to figure out what the stench was. Only to recoil in disguise as it worsened, the odour so bad to him that he physically revolted.

He knelt over, holding the lower half of his face as he tried to block out the stench. One of his hands gripped the wall for balance as he was hit with a wave of nausea. Holding back an urge as he heaved, on the verge of vomiting as his body could hardly manage to combat the odour.

A low hissing sound escaped his will, constant as his instinct flared in reaction to the fragrance of vinegar. A look of disgust on his face, sneering as he clenched his teeth shut to shelter his tongue that had been assaulted.

They hid their reaction with a book, biting back laughter as they barely held themselves together. The smile threatened to throw over their facade, their eyes met with the book in their hands. Welcoming the delight of the situation as they feigned interest in the media in front of them.

A voice called out to them, speaking their name with spitting venom as he looked at them with a look of bitterness. Muffled despite its loud volume, thanks to the hands blocking his means of speech.

They hummed thoughtfully, slowly turning their gaze to him in a look of faux perplexion. Innocent in their demeanour they gently put the book aside on the crate, looking over at Sebastian in a facade of worry and concern.

“You okay there?”, they asked with a small voice. Pretending, they looked over him in confusion, trying to figure out why he reacted in such a way. Walking over as they reached out a hand to his shoulder, trying to reassure Sebastian that they were there for him.

He removed the hands covering his mouth as he opened it to talk, only to be audibly wrenching in displeasure. Wincing as he bit it down, looking up at them in a scowling pout. Heaving in his breathing as it hindered him, overwhelming him.

“Why does everything smell like-... FUCKING VINEGAR?”, he shrieked as he rose his voice. Angry as to why everything smells like something he absolutely loathed, hatred in his gaze as flicked his tail in an irritated manner.

“Oh!- I’m sorry!- I forgot… I just wanted to clean up some of the blood in my bedding- I didn’t realise it was that bad! Shit- I forgot how sensitive your nose was… I’ll try and find something to stop the smell…”.

They quickly retreated in a panicked stupor, little did he know that their little “mistake” wasn’t as innocent as it displayed, many things hidden behind the surface. As he would soon find out their intentions in due time.

<...>

Their little prank had been an outstanding success! Ever since the vinegar incident, the stench remained for the following days. Sebastian could barely cope as he bit into a chocolate bar or simply yawned. He glared at them for the rest of the day but didn’t once retaliate since the accident.

They had to grab a softer-scented bottle of Febreeze for Sebastian to spray around the room. Intoxicating the room with a rich fragrance to contrast the smell of putrid acid in his room. And eventually, it only came as the occasional whiff from an item he missed. It hurt their lungs but it was worth it!

They had confessed their crime to PAInter later that day, only to get a lecture that they shouldn’t have done that otherwise it would’ve pissed off Sebastian. But, he did also get a good laugh out of it like they did.

Their next plot struck them in a cord of intellect when they stumbled upon a ridiculously large speaker in a supply closet. It looked a little banged up, coated in a layer of dust as it had been left abandoned within the cramped space for a long time.

That’s when they had their next idea…

Sebastian had many things in his arsenal, including a gun. Often wielding it for emergencies in order to save the bullets, but it wasn’t just that. He had impeccable hearing thanks to his heightened senses, which was a virtue on many fronts as it allowed him to smell, hear or see things from a large distance.

But, that also made them incredibly sensitive. Another reason he hardly used his gun was that they really hurt his hearing when shot, deafening him in his vulnerability for a while as he recovered.

They weren’t going to shoot his gun though, that wouldn’t be the wisest choice. So, what better than a speaker? It wasn’t as loud as a bullet but it was boisterous enough for the use in their plans.

Fortunately, PAInter had managed to access a file of various audios that they’d gone through together earlier that day. Many of them were old logs from workers within Blacksite, yet they weren’t particularly interesting or useful.

Except one.

The two of them had managed to find gold, a needle within a haystack. Perfection. An utter masterpiece for the ears to hear. A catchy tune that everyone could dance to, PAInter even loved it, putting it onto a playlist for them both to enjoy.

Nothing else could compare to the emotion, the words, the beauty behind such a work. It was the little theme that played in the Blacksite elevators when in use, just to distract the occupants from the monsters outside the door as it forced them to dance along and forget their worries.

And now, it was about to take another victim into its arms.

Sebastian, the dearest fish man. Slept on the floor in his coiled curled form, his head atop his tail as he relaxed in a deep sleep. Usually, it was routine for them to use him as their personal warm bed as they’d cuddle up next to his tail or sometimes even within him if it was a particularly cold night.

He let out soft snores in his sleep, drool escaping his jaws as it flooded with saliva. His hair tangled from his ruffling, a sheet of cloth draped over his shoulders in a makeshift blanket as Urbanshade never owned proper bedding for their subjects.

He was calm and vulnerable. The one time he let down his guard around them, he openly displayed his affection in spite. Joking with one another as they talked about whatever came to their mind. Keeping them safe within his coils, protecting them as they too were left out in the open. Despite all his sulk and facades, he was a good soul.

And now, they were going to torture it.

They had refused to sleep much to his annoyance, delaying it until he eventually gave up and fell asleep to their advantage. In addition to looting and carrying the heavy speaker on their back throughout the halls of Blacksite, it lay at their feet at the ready.

Plugging in the audio jack from the speaker into their laptop, holding back a snicker as they opened the inbuilt media player, Hovering the cursor over the play button, turning back to Sebastian in for certainty that he was indeed asleep.

Pressing the button, they waited as it loaded up for a moment as it required the components of the computer to load rather than the use of the internet. Only to pause as they didn’t hear the song, despite it playing on their laptop.

Turning towards the speaker in confusion, wondering if it was broken due to the state they found it in. Looking over the panel, they realised they hadn’t even turned the speaker on in the first place. Flicking the switch towards on, it blasted in volume.

They flinched from the sudden increase in volume, the loudness hurting their ears as they were far too close to the speaker for comfort. Holding their ears with their hands as they adjusted to the amplification of sound.

The sleeping beauty, the prince dreaming of sleep. The victim had awoken to their shenanigans from the rowdy noise, his half-lidded groggy eyes stared down at them in a somewhat state of alertness and anger.

His breathing was heavy as if he’d been startled, holding a hand to his holstered belt. He had nearly instinctively grabbed his gun as he realised it had simply been only the two of them in the room.

His fanged teeth held together in a toothy frown, evidence of his dislike of the circumstances as he glared at both the speaker and them. His tail flicked in anger, evident in his irritated state. Audibly growling, muffled due to the speaker but if they picked up on it. The growling was hostile as he prepared to strike.

He rose from his cocoon, looking down on them in a gaping shadow as he loomed over them. The soft glow of his eyes combined with the light of his angler barely shone the burrow between his browline, raising an arm in preparation to strike down on… them?

They braced, bringing their arms towards their face as they leaned away. A pitiful attempt at a dodge as they prepared to be hit by the impact of his fist. Instead of them though, there was another victim.

The speaker met his blow, smashing it like a compressor as it was squished in a metallic crunch into a shell of its former self. Sparks sent flying from the device as it was torn apart in a mere punch from Sebastian. A declaration of strength, a means of intimidation.

He flicked his hand as if wiping away the dirt on his hands or an attempt to wipe away the pain as he crunched metal with his fist. They weren’t sure as he continued to growl despite the destruction of the device.

He turned to them with a look of disappointment and rage, grabbing the scruff of their collar as he brought them towards his face in warning. They were left in shock and awe of the circumstances, fearful yet amazed at his strength.

“Don’t. Do that. Again.”, those four words were enough for them to understand the assignment given to them. To which they responded with a series of quick nods, not wanting the confrontation in front of them as they leaned away. Trying to escape from it all.

He grumbled as they did so, exhausted and annoyed, they’d certainly managed to piss him off well enough. But he took a moment to breathe, seemingly calming down just a bit as the hand that held them let go. His face turned to plain tiresome exhaustion.

“Why did you do that?”, irritated in his tone as he eyed them down in suspicion under his lidded eyes, barely able to keep them open.

“Accident…”, they answered with a hint of regret and hesitancy. suddenly found themselves regretting the idea of their prank. A look of guilt on their face as they looked away, unable to look him in the eyes. Clutching a hand within another, squishing the limb to ease the stress that suddenly enveloped them.

He only sighed, turning towards the screen of the laptop as he folded the screen gently. Casting the room in darkness, with the only light of his angler remaining. The only view was his face as it still frowned, yet they were met with a look of softness in his eyes.

With one of his hands, he tugged at their tangle of hands until his hand enveloped one of them in full. Giving it a tender squeeze of reassurance, gentle in consideration as he held onto them. His main pair of arms enveloped their waist as he picked them off the ground.

Coiling up into his original position, grabbing their folded bedding that lay onto a crate. Smothering them in a blanket as he threw it on top of them, ruffling their hair as he let go of the hold. Only to shove a pillow in their face, demanding that they were to fall asleep there. They surrendered, tucking themselves in and making themselves comfortable.

Maybe they should lower the volume of their pranks, literally.

<...>

The next morning, they awoke to a sense of loneliness and unwavering warmth. Opening their eyes felt heavy as if something weighed them down, inhaling from their nose proved to be stuffy with blockage.

They could hardly determine what they were feeling, whether they were hungry or sick with vomit. Their throat quenched with thirst, drier than a dessert. It felt as though it was made of sandpaper, not only that but the headache they had threatened to crack and break their skull from how bad it was pounding.

Their cheeks flushed with unbearable heat, yet their body shivered with cold. Their joints ached with pain as they attempted to move, wincing upon opening their eyes to the blinding light that attacked their eyes.

They heard a voice call out to them, repeatedly hurriedly speaking their name in murmurs. With the weight of their body dragging behind them, they managed to sit up and turn towards whoever was calling their name.

“Oh, thank god! You’re awake!-”, someone's voice spoke up from the buzzing of their ears, barely audible as they sighed in relief. Tilting their head in confusion, they approached the source in a flimsy crawl. The voice got louder as they were finally able to hear, their mind realising it was PAInter within their daze.

“Hellooo…. I’m awake… Where’s Sebby?...”, their speech was drawn out in a slurring manner. Their voice hoarse in almost a whisper as they barely managed a murmur, croaky as they hardly got the question out.

“Uh- You, okay there?- You don’t look too good- Also, Sebastian went out to get some stuff to fix you up.”, they sounded worried in their tone of voice. They let out a long yawn as they sipped their eyes in an attempt to clear up the weight and dust in them. The only thought on their mind was to take a painkiller or two.

They propped their body up against the crate where their laptop sat, crossing their arms as a makeshift cushion to balance their head. Whilst also sheltering their eyes from the light that came with it, blinding them. They felt like shit as if they were dying.

“Blub…Blub blub blub- blub…”, they deemed that a decent enough reply. Not holding the energy to keep up with the conversation PAInter was trying to have with them. Their delirious state barely kept up with his talk, only thinking of fish at that moment. For whatever reason it was, they had no idea either. But, they really wanted to fish. Just fish.

“Blub… Blub blub??”, PAInter responded in the same speech as them, as if attempting to converse in a language of nonsense. Evidently, they were confused as to why they’d respond with fish sound effects.

“Blub… blu blub blub blub-”, they were soon having an in-depth conversation about numerous serious topics troubling them in their now sudden language of the speech of fishes, repeatedly going with the same word or sound. ‘Blub’.

It was just a constant thing, neither of them stopping as they continued in their conversation. It was a truly insightful, resolution-breaking speech between two sentient beings. Wiping their forehead, they were drenched in sweat, yearning for sleep but not wanting to pull away from the interesting talk with PAInter.

Only for it to be cut off from the palm that gently pressed into their forehead, the touch was cold; Pleasant in contrast to the pounding headache that made their head swell with ache, it soothed their pain ever so slightly.

They leaned into the touch, perhaps a little too much as a hand gripped their shoulder and they were nearly sent flying forward. Nuzzling into the hand as it smothered them in a tender touch, allowing them to relax into the hand.

“Sheesh- You’re hot…”, the voice of Sebastian commented, his hand withdrawing from their forehead from the rising temperature of their forehead. They’d gotten sick in the night, developing a fever in the process. Reacting far too late to prevent it to the stage it's gotten to, only able to treat it as it was and hope that it’d get better.

Admittedly, he was worried about them.

He wasn’t an expert in telling temperature but they were boiling, probably far too hot than the recommended amount. Yet, he couldn’t risk taking the blanket away from their shoulders in case it caused them more shivering. It was the only comfortable thing he could use as well.

“Thank you-....”, they replied in a slurred manner. Responding to his prior statement he quickly realised all too quickly that they interpreted it as a compliment. His face flushed in embarrassment suddenly, hoping they wouldn’t take notice of it in their state. They’d probably make fun of him for such a thing.

“T-That isn’t what I meant!- Moron-...”, he stumbled on his words slightly but managed to keep himself together. Turning his attention towards a pouch on his tail, picking up a packet of Paracetamol into his hand. Finding them in an old infirmary in his search for supplies to treat them with.

He wasn’t going to risk them taking the pills themselves, they could hardly hold themselves up. Let alone take the pills on their own. With the one hand keeping them stable, holding the pills between his fingertips as the other held a bottle of water.

“Open your mouth.”, he commanded with haste, watching as it took them a moment to process his request and comply. He shook his head at their condition, wondering how they kept up with themselves in such a state. Gently placing the pills on their tongue, tilting their head up as he gently handed them the bottle of water.

They understood quite quickly, taking the bottle from his hand as they greedily gulped down the water alongside the pillows. Letting out a sigh of relief as they did so, only to go for another drink to clench their thirst.

Once they’d finished, they yawned in exhaustion. Leaning their weight towards Sebastian as he caught them, he realised that they were going to need the rest in order to recover. He moved them into a more comfortable lying position, propping their head onto his lap to act as a substitute for their abandoned pillow.

“What were you guys doing?”, he found himself asking the question to PAInter. As soon as he’d gotten back, the two of them were just making fish noises towards one another. It was a sight to behold.

“Here I thought you were fluent in the art of the dialect of fish! And here you are, a fish man! Wow-”, PAInter dramatised their speech in an odd attempt at a British accent. Drawing a pose on the monitor with arms raised to his digital face. Wait- was that an avatar?

Not quite in the mood for jokes, he rolled his eyes as he growled in a low volume. PAInter seemed to get the message as they quickly erased the painting they’d worked on. Only giggling in response as Sebastian worked through the tangled mess of hair atop the expendable head.

Thus concluding the third prank, if that counted to their toll.

<...>

About a day or two later, their fever had fortunately broken in thanks to Sebastian’s constant nagging. As they made progress towards recovery, they found themselves in a tiny mood for mischief, at minimum a small prank.

And they weren’t looking forward to another prank that involved something that might scare him again. Seeing Sebastian that angry wasn’t a friendly sight, it was frightening to even think about. Luckily, he accepted their apology afterwards.

“It’s fine- Just don’t do any of that bullshit again.”, he responded to them after they profusely apologised, a small smile on his face as he leaned forward as he ruffled their tangled hair, causing a worse mess for them to work through. They took it as a promise, nodding in agreement. Only to usher them to feel soon after.

And they weren’t a person who broke their promises. Most of the time.

They were forced into bedrest, under the watchful eye of PAInter as Sebastian went to do something productive. They didn’t remember what he said about what he was going to do but it was probably something involving their sickness. They groaned audibly as they weren’t even allowed to get up from the floor and stretch out in case they collapsed.

PAInter refused to even let them budge an inch, yet their joints were stiff with soreness. Even as they stretched, it wasn’t enough to get their muscles moving. They really needed the movement, at least for a small walk or something.

They were left behind with only their thoughts for company.

So, they decided the best course of action was to roll across the floor. Barrel rolling like a crocodile with a pillow in their grasp. PAInter quickly became alerted to their movement, looking down at them with a scribbled frown.

“HEY!- You’re not supposed to be moving!”, he chastised them in the form of a lecture. They rolled their eyes, ceasing their movements as they let out the loudest, grumpiest, annoying groan they could muster in a long drawn-out breath until their lungs eventually gave up.

They decide to ignore PAInter’s commands, standing off the floor as they stretch, joints cracking under the new pressure, withering away the soreness as a yawn escapes them, suddenly feeling more awake and energetic.

Not feeling in full condition but enough to do some things, whatever those things were. Looking around the place, Sebastian was quite the mess at times, leaving files littered on the ground. He often left his comb, rubbish, bedding and whatever was left over on his plate because he couldn’t be bothered to clean it up.

Don’t get them started on whenever he sheds, that was a catastrophe to clean up.

So, being caring and productive as they were. They began cleaning the mess left behind, much to the complaints of PAInter who tried earnestly to get their attention. Only for them to poke their tongue out childishly in response to his nagging.

Folding the sheets he used as makeshift blankets, topped on top of a crate in a neat pile. Their dirty laundry including their sickly bedding was tossed aside for them to tackle later. Piling up rubbish into a random crate with nothing in it, to dispose of in one of the random bins throughout the facility.

They even dedicated the time to organise his little mess of documents in data in order of files to a mountain of storage drives.

“You really shouldn’t be moving like this!- You should be resting!- You can’t possibly combat the infection in your body without sufficient energy!- If you were to use it up, you could end up even worse than before!- Oh gods- Sebastian is going to dismantle me!-”, PAInter panicked in their fumbling speech, if they were human. They’d be the embodiment of a stuttering mess.

“Relax- He isn’t going to kill you. Not if I have anything to say about it- Also I’m fine- It’s only a little bit of cleaning and besides I’m practically done”, and they were done. Besides the laundry, that was a task for their future self, not the current tense.

That’s when they got an idea, they remembered their little fever dream of speaking fish with their companion. And what better than some wordplay, especially along the lines of the fish category? It was harmless and probably funny.

Perhaps even punny.

Grabbing a bottle of water and the medication they’d found on the floor. They popped a pill from the seal and swallowed it down, giving an ample amount of water with it. Grabbing some of the laundry into their hands, they began to fold it away into a neater pile for easier transportation later.

Only to hear the man of the hour arrive back in time, he looked tired as he leaned forward with an arched back. He quickly took notice that they were up and running compared to the state they were in earlier. He stared down at them after scanning the room, deadpan as if he wasn’t very impressed by the recent cleaning they’d done.

He didn’t bother asking either of them what happened. Far too used by their little schemes up to that point. He began to unpack all of the items he’d garnered including some medical supplies, refills of water, flash beacons, batteries and the like.

“Water are you doing?”, they asked with feigned curiosity as to his recent business. Standing up, they inspected a bag left untouched by his moving hands. Reaching out a hand towards it, only for it to be snatched by his.

“Don’t. Touch. It’s tonight's dinner.”, without the ability to see or touch whatever was housed within the sack. They sniffed at the contents, only to be met with a stench of salt and oceanic algae. Not only that but it looked as though there was a wet patch at the bottom of the pouch, concluding that it was likely fish in association to the word food.

“That was a little shallow of you- Are you okay? Shorely you’re not feeling under the weather too?”, they raised a hand towards his face. Only for it to be pushed away by him, his eyes looking down at them in suspicion.

“I’m fine- Why are you up anyway? I told PAInter to make sure you rest-”, he eyed down the suspect in question. Raising an eyebrow in intrigue at the subject before the three of them, PAInter visibly sweated with animated droplets on his face.

“Uhh- I tried to get them back to sleep but they wouldn’t listen to me…”, it spoke with honesty and truth. They knew not to cross paths with Sebastian, or test the waters so to speak as they refused to lie to someone they saw as family.

“What? I was just trying to kelp out!”, they exclaimed with their hands above their head to exaggerate their words. Only to be met with the collective glares of both Sebastian and PAInter with the same frown, one thing they had in common besides the escape of Blacksite was how annoying their companion could be.

“I’m going to break every bone in your body if you don’t stop.”, he threatened in a dry tone of voice. PAInter joined in on the threat by drawing a picture of their face with Xs over the place that should’ve been their eyes.

Motherfuckers. They weren’t gonna give up that easily.

“Oh come on! You guys would be bonely without me-”, they were cut off as Sebastian tackled them with full force. Dragging them to the fall with him as he held them down, feeling them squirm and struggle under the pressure as he laid down atop them.

“I AM NOT DONE!- I HAVE A SKELE-TON OF JOKES IN MY ARSENAL! I’M VERY HUMERUS!- IT’S YOU GUYS WHO DON’T HAVE A FUNNY BONE! COME AT ME- I BET YOU GUYS DON’T EVEN HAVE THE GUTS! I’M NEVER GONNA RUN OUT EVEN IF I’M BONE-DRY”.

He held them there for about an hour or two.

<...>

They grumbled under their breath, pressing their head as their cheek squished against the solid cold surface. They had been dragged across the entirety of Blacksite into a small cafeteria that Sebastian had found, equipped with the luxury of an inbuilt electric stove and plenty of pots and pans. It even had the leisure of a spice rack!

Sebastian watched over the pot on top of the stove, watching the water boil as bubbles burst from the influx of heat at the bottom of the pot. A ladle in one hand as he tasted his culinary expertise, sprinkling a dash of salt if necessary.

In the other laid the skin and bones of deceased fish, stripped of their outer coating and bone structure for the flesh within. Snacking on the delights of raw fish, the crunch of bone on his teeth.

He had called the dish, Sebastian’s special stew. A dish composed of whatever tinned vegetables he found in the cabinets, carrots and peas. A can of chopped tomatoes and water for the base, and whatever fish he found whilst hunting during his swim earlier that day.

Turns out he went swimming out in the inner cavern that shrouded some of Blacksite and with his strength. He managed to chase and hunt down the stray fish that happened to be too slow for the rest of their school. A liability to their survival and more importantly Sebastian’s dish. He actually seemed really happy about it.

He actually wanted to make them a stew to help them feel better, and what better than homemade fish soup? The sound of it didn’t sound disgusting at all! Yet, they couldn’t really afford to be fussy with food down in the depths of Blacksite.

“...Could you pass the pepper from the cabinet up there?”. He called out their name nonchalantly, which had been a massive improvement from expendable or human since they’d bonded. Pointing towards the cupboard that contained the spice rack inside of it. They whined with a huff but stood up otherwise, walking towards the container.

Upon opening the small door on top of their tiptoes, they spotted something that caught their eye. A devious scheme came to mind as they grabbed the small bottle into their hand, hiding it in a pocket as they picked up the pepper shaker with it.

“Thanks-”, he was about to pour the dosage of spice into the soup. Only to pick up a pungent scent coming off the container, a drop of the contents spilling into the soup much to his dismay. He growled in a low snarl at them for what they had done, the betrayal in his eyes evident as it was revealed what was in his beloved soup.

Cinnamon. Another stench happened to mess with his senses, gently placed the spice back down onto the container as he eyed them with a look of bewilderment. Only for them to hand him the proper condiment he was looking for originally.

He gripped a strand of their hair as it tugged them towards him, careful not to rip it out of their scalp. He glared at them down with a hiss, displeased by their actions as he opened his mouth in a widened manner. They let out a pout as they leaned back, preparing to be shoved inside.

A hand gripped their shoulder, hindering their movement and chances of escape. Preparing for the inevitable time out they were about to face for roughly the next couple of hours. Waiting with bated breath as the tongue came closer to their face, taking in their taste as it dragged over their cheek. Drool dripped from the side of the cheek as it clung to the skin of their face.

He chuckled upon seeing them seize up and halter, pulling away from their personal space as he returned his attention was drawn back towards the soup. Picking up a small bottle of oregano and pouring just a little extra into the soup to combat the taste of oregano.

“You remind me of my siblings at times-... I used to cook for them whenever our parents weren’t home… They’d always try and “help” out with my cooking- Trying to pour hot chocolate into the pasta sauce I was making!…”, he reminisced with nostalgia, a look of sorrow on his face as he remembered happier times of his human life.

He must really miss his family…

They didn’t respond, their expression soft as they stood there next to him. Listening in case he wanted to talk about it some more, yet he didn’t utter another word as he looked conflicted. A mix of hatred, regret, sadness, anger, and happiness all at once. He looked as though he wanted to cry.

Their hands wrapped around his waist, holding him close as they mustered all their strength into a strong hug. Trying to comfort him in a warm embrace despite their small stature, he turned to them with a soft smile as it appeared to have worked.

One of his hands clung to their backside, rubbing it in an up-and-down motion as he returned the hug. Maybe they were trying to reassure them in return, or maybe it was just a gesture of his gratitude.

“I’m fine- Don’t you worry…”, his hand retracted from their back towards the top of their scalp, ruffling the locks between his fingers as he let another chuckle escape his lips. A look of softness in his eyes.

Not too long after he finished his culinary masterpiece, the two of them sat at one of the many tables in the cafeteria. Sebastian hardly managed on the cramped metal seat but managed to sit down to eat the food. The food looked really nice actually, with the spices and vegetables to disguise the smell of the fish.

After hesitating after a bite, they plunged the bite into their mouth. Preparing for the urge to spit out the fish from their mouth, only for it to taste really good. A squeal of delight escaped them from the rich taste, surprised that it worked so well together.

Sebastian watched as they helped themselves bite for bite, only to realise that they’d quickly finished their dish. They looked around aimlessly as if they wondered where the food had gone, a smile on his face as he realised they liked his cooking.

Picking up their bowl, pouring another scoop of stew into the bowl as they handed it back to them. The two of them enjoy the moment between each other. He couldn’t help but notice how much they ate, a little concerned over the gesture but he never withdrew the food. Content that they were eating a full meal for once.

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A day later, they fully recovered from the fever they’d endured. Strolling the halls of Blacksite, book in hand with the text of pages gripped tight to their chest. Returning from their secluded spot after having retreated to the room for some privacy.

A yawn escaped them, tired from having to clean out the laundry with whatever cleaning supplies they could find. Using their hand and sponge to scrub out the stains had somehow gotten into the fabric.

It took some time, but they were spotless afterwards. After many events throughout the past week, they asked PAInter to take some pictures from the security feed for them to remember in their scrapbook.

They’d written each little “prank” they’d done within the journal. PAInter suggested adding a couple of their comments for the book of remembrance. A memorabilia for them to look back on with nostalgia.

Making their way back towards Sebastian’s little shop, crawling through the metallic shaft that was the entrance vent. Difficulty in their crawl with one hand to push themselves forward as the other held their beloved book.

As they entered, preparing to announce their return to their companions. They were met with the complete pitch-black darkness of the room, with no sense of voice or electricity with the poor light of the room. They knew Sebastian liked the darkness but it was never that bad that they could never see anything.

Something was wrong.

Pulling out from the vent, they called out in a desperate cry to hear their companions. Worried as to where they’d gone, wanting to know their whereabouts. Only for the shadows to envelope their figure in a dark embrace.

“Sebby!- PAI?- Are you guys here? Where-”, anxiety hit them in a sudden wave. Their breathing was hindered as they felt a weight on top of their lungs, their eyes scanning around for any sign of movement. Clutching the book tighter as if it were a lifeline.

They were cut off by their own scream as something roughly grabbed the collar of their shirt. Lifting them from the ground as they kicked out from the scare, trying to get their feet back onto the ground as they struggled in the sudden grip.

Wielding the book in their hands, they began to wildly attack whatever held them so mercilessly. Trying to fight off the attacker with the book as their sword and shield. Only for it to be thrown out of their grip with a small grip of the monster.

Unable to see, they tried slipping away with rapid movement, trying to squeeze their way out of the hold. Only for something wet to drip atop their head, feeling the liquid fall from the hair down to the drop below.

They looked up to see glowing blue eyes, a soft yellow light flickering in front of them. Their eyes widened as they witnessed fate befall them, their panic turned to a sombre deadpan stare as they accepted the reality of what was about to happen.

The tongue drew a line across their face, coating the skin in a thick drool as the creature- Sebastian tasted them. His open maw creased upwards at the sides, a big smile on his face as he noticed their grimace at the gesture.

Shoving their head inwards, gulping down as he licked at their form. Enjoying their delectable taste with ravenous intent as he greedily swallowed them into his empty belly. With a couple of gulps sending down to his stomach, hissing in delight at the meal.

His tail flicked happily as he pressed his finger to his throat, feeling the weight pass by until his little human landed with a plop into his stomach. A purr escaped him as he felt their movements, hands pressing down on them as they settled in.

They were met with the soft surface of velvet walls of his stomach, the walls cocooning around them in a welcoming hug as it accepted its new “meal”. The walls pressed down on them as Sebastian rubbed circles into their space, soothing them into the space that was himself.

Those weren’t the only things dwelling in his belly as they found a blanket and pillow housed within. Confused, they gripped the cloth into their hands, feeling a slightly damp yet dry fluffy sheet and one of the many scratchy pillows of Blacksite.

Audibly groaning at the situation before them, only to smother themselves into the blanket as they leaned into the tender flesh. The pillow cuddled to their chest as the surface was comfortable enough without it, not needed yet fond of the object nonetheless.

“Comfortable? Thought I’d return the favour after all the shit you’ve been pulling lately-”, explaining the reason behind the sudden scare. The realisation dawned upon them as it was revealed that he got his revenge against them. A predator lying in wait for the prey, striking at the perfect moment.

He let out a snicker as they punched his stomach, returning the gesture with more rubs as they reluctantly leaned into the affection. Hearing a small yawn escape them, cradled in warmth as they tucked into the comfortable space.

“Get some sleep, little guppy. You need it.”. He bit back a chuckle moments later as they were on the verge of sleep within the space, a hand continuing its movement to lull them to sleep.

His attention turned towards the abandoned book on the floor, observing the cover revealed nothing of its contents. It didn’t look like any valuable data nor did it look interesting with the blank front cover.

Opening the contents within revealed a different story, looking upon different memories with their little scribbles of drawings and pictures. Writing down each memory in key detail as if they took in every second of their shared moments. They noted down their thoughts and feelings towards each of their companions too.

He read in awe, a small content smile on his face as he curled up in his comfortable coiled form, flipping each page with intrigue. It didn’t pass him that they saw through his tough exterior, almost letting out a sigh of relief that they never saw him as the monster he looked like, rather the person within.

Maybe they should let them in some more…

<...>

“W-what are you doing with that flash beacon?...”.

#sfw g/t #g/t vore #giant/tiny #swwh #e a/t #soft vore #safe vore #my writing #pred!sebastian #pressure vore #nonsexual vore #fandom vore

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thatruerealmwalker · 9 months ago

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Crawls out of a hole in your wall

GET MAGICAL GIRL'ED MOTHER FUCKER!

"Despite it all, This Empty Shell still Remains." -Pre Acceptance Quote

"Within this Hollow Heart, Love Still Remains!" -Post Acceptance Quote

This is Claire Taker, a new OC I've made! And let me tell you- the origins of the OC is fucking weird.

This tainwreck of a Lady came about because I was reading @zoeywinterrose's smiling critter fanfic on A03 (which you can check out HERE), started letting THE VOICES speak through me, eventually pulled out the original story I have and made the Caretaker seen there into a fully realized character in my story (get it? Claire Taker?), told them so, found each other on tumblr, because friends(?), and they maybe sort of said yes when I said I was gonna draw the character and make and AU of their AU (in some order there, the progression of events may be off a bit)... I DON'T KNOW HOW I GOT TO THIS POINT.

So yeah, I'm gonna be both explaining this character, my own story, and having all that be loosely connected to Poppy Playtime (Again how did I get here?) So the tags are gonna be silly because of that.

Claire Taker is, as said before, a Magical Girl by the name of Heart Hollow (well Technically Magical Woman, she is pretty old but I prefer saying magical girl)... well the term for in my Canon is a "Blessed" or "Actor"... but those are the official terms, she and the others still use Magical Girl and Magical Boy (because that IS what they are)

And yes! There are both Magical Boys and Girls in this World!

Claire Fights with her Fists and Legs, being a close range brawler, as well as fights with her threads. She uses them in a variety of ways, from creating points to jump, pulling things to her or pulling herself to them, wrapping up targets, or even sometimes using them a whips.

Her Threads are also capable of Stitching people back together and healing them! Apparently the world thinks this means she should be one of the few to get constantly injured, needing to reattach her limbs in the middle of fights sometimes! (or it could be seen as caused by her low self worth as well). I mean look at all of those scars! And those are just the ones she couldn't fully heal for different reasons, she gets hurt alot! ("Better then letting one the kids take the hit" she would say)

Her mental health isn't the best, but it gets really bad when she is alone- Luckily, she's gained the trust of the Parents of the three kid members of Her group to look after them while their at work- as well as fostering the teens when they need somewhere private to hand out. (Her home is like one of 2 unofficial team bases)

At this point, almost everyone who isn't an adult (and two who are like 18-19) calls her Auntie- which she is still getting used too.

After finally getting into a far more okay mindset, she takes to jogging and exercise in her free time. She even helps the younger of the team practice fighting forms and working out when they train at all.

She actually owns a good few properties thanks to her parents- and after her depression weakened she put them up for rent. After a while (and learning how to duplicate cash with Starlight from the group's resident self appointed "Chaotic Gremlin") she was able to start getting a good amount of cash saved up for when the group needs a break or wants to go somewhere fun- (The cost is usually split between her and the other full Adult in the group most of the time).

She still has episodes where her is very not okay (like panic attacks or just bad thoughts)- but it never gets to the point where she feels like hurting herself at all anymore. It helps that one of the kids, the team's unofficial mascot, lets himself be her comfort animal when she has these episodes (and while he hates to admit it, he does enjoy her hugs)

That's all for now! If your interest in more of this original story, let me know!.. Though it probably won't be tagged under Smiling critters next... unless I make William apart of this then it will!

A full view of her plot is down below if your interested in that as well- Anyways thanks for reading this and maybe what lies below, and I hoped this sparked your interest/was a fun read all the same! I think I got an AU to write now!

Claire Taker's Story:

(Content Warning! This gets a bit dark!)

Claire Taker used to be a Person of Joy, living life as Happy as any other- even had Children she cherished most dearly... however one day- in a series of events, Claire loses her kids, be it an Accident or something far worse. Believing herself to be solely at fault, she shut down, remaining within her home and rarely leaving. At first those closest to them attempt to help, as it does, even if She rarely talked or interacted. Just being with others helped to keep her afloat...

But she was abandoned- left alone... and that is what sealed her fate. For a long time- years, close to Ten even, she drowned. She lost her smile, her kindness, her emotions, her Love. She tried, and try she did to get better... but she still drowned all the same.

She made many half attempts on her life- and the one time she fully went through with it- she only lived because she forgot to turn off the Safety on the Gun. This attempt was on the day, when she was so close to pulling herself back together that she was reminded of her kids- undoing all the work she did to get better at a single moment (one the prolonged her deep depression for a few more years-)

Eventually, upon one better day Claire spent shopping with a local mall for much needed supplies for her bare home, a Star fell from the Sky and landed nearby. From it formed a Matrix, and Starlight Leaked into the world. The pure, unfiltered and uncontrolled Starlight, the Blood of Creation, tainted the area in its presence, and Claire. The Building Creaked and Groaned as Starlight lashed into the populace surrounding. Many ran as the structure began to collapse around them...

And Yet Claire stepped forward, Drawn in by the Star.

Even while her body warped, as fur sprouted from her skin and monstrous claws ripped out from between her fingers. As her bones cracked and shattered before being reformed. As the demented whispers that long accompanied her gained form, breaking out from Claire's back and ripping into her flesh-

She reached the center, Where the Fallen Star has landed and with her last bit of strength before she became tainted under Starlight, reached out and touched the Glowing Star within the Epicenter-

And Starlight gathered and condensed, leaving her body, the surrounding air, and returning herself from the Monstrous form it was trying to become- And within her hands laid her Matrix, a Softly glowing heart floating between her palms.

A Stranger came to her one day, and promised her he would grant her most wanted wish "To return your children to you" in exchange for gathering as much Starlight she could.

She, like many other Actors, believed his word, and walked forward with a long lost flame in her eyes, ready to do Anything to get her children back.

Even after learning there was others like her (most of them teenagers or young adults), even after learning that many of the monsters she is fighting against and killed to gather Starlight (the Tainted or Cursed) were once people, even after she learned that should she actually get her wish- she would have to kill the other Blessed and steal their Starlight- She continued on.

It was only when the Three Children amongst the Blessed stood against her to protect their older peers then she questioned if what she was doing was worth it- if ignoring the signs that something was wrong was worth it- if her once beloved children would accept being brought back through the blood of others- if she could really kill these three if it was required of her.

It was from there, after giving up and fleeing that she changed from an antagonist to a protector akin to Tuxedo Mask for the Blessed- more so the Three kids that fought in this battle than the other Blessed.

It was here that Claire was taught how to tell if a Cursed was made from a person, animal, or object/fully made from Starlight as well as how to defeat the Tainted without killing the Person or Creature within. She learned that gathering Starlight is unneeded, and should she continue to gather Starlight like she has- she would only overwhelm her Matrix and become a Cursed herself. She learned how to truly use Starlight, how to prevent herself from Tainting someone on accident, and how to dispose of unneeded Starlight safely.

She was slowly pulled into the Group, being one of the Few Actors to listen and stop the senseless fighting between them. Even when she fell and broke, these Bright Souls dragged Claire along, taking her on their group adventures away from the Magic within their lives. Exploring the town, eating at an Café, enjoying the park. Slowly but surely, she became apart of this group, of the team who fought against the darkness that surrounded them.

The rest of the Blessed, especially the younger of them, started to call Claire 'Auntie'.

However, there was one final truth all of them avoided telling Claire, the final Lie told to Claire about the situation, even if in the depths of her heart she knew the answer herself yet feared to speak it aloud in vain hope for it not to be true.

That there was no Wish- That it was the ploy of The Man who Thought Himself God to either gather followers and resources or spark war between those who could threaten his goals and attempt to turn them into monsters- a Truth that they all knew could break Claire, steal her reason for continuing to live, to stand up tall.

They were going to, right after they handled this newest Tainted... but The Man who Thought Himself God appeared near the battles end... and with a smile, knowing Claire's history of mental health, and the reasons for it, held her by the throat while floating in the air, while Claire thrashed and fought with all of her might, while her allies called out in fear and rushed to save her, whispered in her Ear- "I lied~ There is no Wish, no reversing your most heinous Sin. Your children will never come back- for you killed them. They are gone and you killed them."

Claire SHATTERED then and there. Once again all of the work she put into getting better, doing better shattered- and as The Man who Thought Himself God threw her from high above towards the ground- Starlight, once Shining, became fully black- And the Blessed became Cursed under the weight of Despair-

Mother Gospel: The Harbinger of Mourning was born- as so her fellow Blessed fought, and after a long an almost lethal fight, where the extent of Claire's grief and broken heart was bared to the world, the ones who claimed her as their own, with all they had, ripped Claire out of her Depression made Manifest, and saved her from her fate.

Amongst the broken building, Claire laid as her Heart, once healing, was now torn apart once more as she cried tears of sorrow... and then she was hugged by the most youngest of them... then the other children joined in, all crying and making sure their Auntie was okay. The older kids of the Group joined in as well, despite two having to be dragged within. And even the young adults sat nearby and showed their love for Claire-

And that was what it was- Claire was LOVED, and she could Love in return. She was not Alone anymore, and so the dam burst within her and she cried and screamed and hugged back as sadness and joy danced within her. Her Hollow Heart had become not so Hollow anymore.

It took time, but somewhat soon Claire stood, still in mourning of her lost children, still not fully okay, but she could finally move on, she could finally live with those who saved her from that Sea that engulfed her and gave her warmth and belonging.

And so she fought, and even now fights, against those that would bring about the horrors she went through upon to others with the family formed under the Light of the Stars.

#poppy playtime #smiling critters #OC #My OC #Magical Girl #We who are Blessed under Starlight #Original work #Again the tags are weird here #I'm very happy with how this came out #And happy I get to share this as well!#Maybe William would look good- fuck I've already done it haven't I #He's an Orphan!#I have! I've already technically made apart of this already #AHHHHHHHHHHHH-

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yoonjinsgirl · 1 year ago

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Heyaaaa guys!!! I'm here with Chapter-7 to my series.

checkout series previous chapters: 1 💌 2💌 3💌 4💌 5💌 & 6💌 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Yoongi x fem!Reader

Summary: you wake up one day only to realize it's 2026 already & to your biggest shock you are not in your bedroom, not in your house! You try to wake yourself up from the dream! But is it really a dream or the truth of your life?

Genre: idol au, mirror world au, angst, sudden hit of confession and realization.

Taglist: Open

Updates: once a week

Warnings: This chapter in particular has lots of flashbacks and crying, please do not proceed if it could trigger you. An au concept, not something that could make sense irl, it could be dangerously delulu. please note all my writings are fictional and has nothing irl to do with any idol/person.

A/N: This chapter has both yoongi's pov & y/n's pov. Also featuring Namjoon.

Request are open & also highly welcomed and appreciated! Check my work until now: Masterlist💌 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡^·ᴗ·^♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I've imagined this all night and every day!💕

Chapter - 7

Yoongi was so happy to be back and be around his members and his family ofcourse. He knew he had little time left until he starts his mandatory social service, he was happy that he could be around his army and family/friends but not satisfied because still his members had to enlist no matter what, his mind contemplating if this was a good thing that he doesn't has to be in camp or is it a curse dipped in honey sugar because only he will be left behind until the members would return and also what really is the use of being out but not being able to perform or work on music, yoongi thought.

It had already been more than a month after he completed his tour, and it was crazy as he literally went on a mirror world travel and found well things he didn't knew existed. But for the time being he knew that now he was back he's not doing it right by not coming online or not showing up anywhere but he didn't wanted to unnecessarily draw attention towards him when it was clearly his younger one's turn to have all the attention of fans as his new album was released. So he would secretly check up from time to time what fans are up to or if they missed him.

Meanwhile you who weren't aware of anything just like another fans were getting insane over his disappearance and to add more trouble you would keep getting flashbacks every now then and it would make you feel dizzy. If there would be a day without flashbacks you would dream about the same, so either way those scenes kept replaying in your mind. So at this point you were more than desperate to either get rid of them or get to know why was this all happening. You tried to remove the ring but unfortunately it won't come out, when you tried all the suggestions people gave, you ended up hurting yourself or getting allergies. And all of this was way too much for you handle.

So you decided you are gonna take a break and be home all day to find answers try to put every single thing and put them into a puzzle to know what are these flashbacks actually about? Is it a scene from some kdrama that has stuck in your mind and now it keeps playing? Or is it some fanfiction scene which has left a long lasting impression on your mind? What is it? Only if you try to remember all the things you keep seeing and put them all in order maybe you could figure out something you thought.

So that day when you came home, luckily your parents were out of town for next few days, so you just made yourself quick noodles and now you were ready to sleep, suddenly your eyes feel on the ring that sat perfectly on your ring finger.

And you won't lie all though it freaked the hell out of you out that how did it appear on your finger you definitely thought it looked so pretty and beautiful and that you loved how it somehow reminded you of yoongi, as you gave it a light stroke suddenly you had a flashback of yoongi sliding ring down your hand while you cry and hug him, "OMG what was that?", you question yourself as you feel a tear rolling down from corner of your eyes. " OMG what the hell! Why am i crying now? God what is wrong with me? Why do i keep seeing things that never happened or it will ever happen in real life! What is happening to me?" "I do love yoongi but the more i see things the more i feel something that i shouldn't feel, the things i feel for him is forbidden as a fan even if i want I'm not allowed to feel this", you mumbled to yourself as you breakdown crying ugly.

And unexpectedly another flashback comes in, with a similar thing happening to you as you fall down crying but you were not in your house, what is happening to you, you think as you feel dizzy and it feels like you were remembering something as you see yourself running towards the door in an unknown house and you see yoongi greeting you at the door as he comes in and hugs you.

"NO NO NO! this is supposed to be a dream! why do i see things like this, i need to stop this it hurts so much", you say as you try to get up and crawl yourself to your bedding, you see your phone lying over with yoongi's picture on your mobile's lock screen as well as a cute pc of him on your phone covers sleeve. You know what to do as you quickly open your sns and message him again while crying as you don't know what to do with yourself anymore.

You doze off after messaging him not knowing anything about yoongi's situation on his side.

Meanwhile yoongi on the other hand was checking his sns accounts as soon as he opens Instagram there are dozens of notifications popping up as he accidentally hits on your dm, while checking messages and trying to slide out all the notification as he panics until his eyes catches your recent message and he instantly knows it you, the only one he was searching for! His heart ached as he read all your messages. Mostly because how come he never stumbled across you or your messages? But also because how you were having such a hard time and he was upset as he knew you didn't remembered the times with him but from whatever you had told him he figured out that you were getting flashbacks of those memories so there was still hope that maybe if he tried he could remind you all, he thought.

It was almost early morning for him when he checked upon your message and he couldn't sleep anymore not atleast after knowing that you were not at any ease, that you were having hard times. His mind kept playing all the times you spend with him and all the messages that you had sent him. His heart ached at the fact that he was not by your side! Not near you, to hold you in his arms..to hug you tightly to comfort you. You were there with him all these years as army who loved him so much, you really did your messages were evident to how you felt. He felt he was terrible that he never noticed you. But how would he after all you both lived in different countries, and you hadn't been to any concerts or fan meetings, and he hardly had time so check on every single tweet/post/letters/messages/dms on sns.

Meanwhile you cried to sleep but once again woke up in middle of night, panting and sobbing as you just saw another dream. You were shocked to death about everything you just saw, as the thin and foggy line between your flashbacks/dreams was now getting clear to you.

Probably all the times whatever you saw was truth, it wasn't your delusion, it was all real. You spending your time with yoongi, the time you met bangtan, the time he slide the ring, the time you met woozi, the call you received before you were teleported back into your world. As you slowly start realizing what all happened you, you getting teleported to some unknown world and into the house and life of someone similar as yoongi, you catching up feelings for him and then leaving him alone there without informing. You felt like a true betrayer.

But then you remember woozi telling you that it was a mere realm thing making it happen and not reality, so even yoongi from another never really loved you! Nor he'll will even ever know about you, as the memories of everyone whoever met you during that time must have already been erased you think. You chuckle bitterly at your misfortune and still feeling a like betrayer. Guilt tripping followed as you realize it wasn't really yoongi whom you fell in love for! Weren't you the same y/n who was always vocal calling yoongi your soulmate, confessing you'll never fall for anyone expect him! even if he had no idea you existed, you were always sure that he was the only one for you! How are you gonna look into the mirror and face yourself now? Resulting into another breakdown and you finally doze off to sleep tired and having no energy to fight your thoughts anymore.

Meanwhile for yoongi it looked man was getting no sleep unable to get you out of his mind, his thoughts all about what you must be doing? were you able to sleep? were you crying? you won't do anything silly right! of course you wouldn't he tried reassuring himself. Overthinking only made him a mess, every passing minute felt more uncomfortable to him.

That's when realization hit him what if you would recall your memories thinking your memories had another story, because he knew all the truth, he was informed about everything, but you certainly wouldn't know or could ever guess that the man you met.. the yoongi that you met was not is dupe but it was himself! what if you never try to contact him after regaining your memories or even worse what if you distant yourself from him, from bangtan, deleting all your sns that could be useful to get in contact with, your sns accounts were his only hope and way to find you or contact.

The more he thought the more he was losing both; his mind and his calm. His phone rang as he kept ignoring it because he knew he surely wasn't in any state to talk with anyone, but boy he was wrong after few good minutes someone rang his door bell as he groaned and unwillingly got up, to his surprise it was namjoon standing outside his door and waving towards the camera.

He chuckled at his behavior and opened the door.

"O hyung what took you so long to open the door?"

"Were you asleep?"

"Were you crying?"

"O also why didn't you received any of my phone calls?"

Joon threw bunch of questions to yoongi as he entered his house and now following him towards his living room.

"Yahhh hyung what's up with you, why are you not answering my questions now when I'm right infront of you?", joon sulked as he asked yoongi.

"Yahhh kim namjoon don't you think you are asking too much? You just came here a second ago how about you a take a breathe and let me take a breathe too!", Yoongi replied him.

🐨: "Aisshhh hyung sorry! But what's wrong with you?"

🐱: "It's nothing!"

🐨: "Don't lie hyung if you don't want to say it's fine but atleast don't lie!"

"There are things Namjoonahh which couldn't be explained, there things that exist in real but it's hard for people to believe on their existence and you just have to deal with it but for me i guess I'm not able to deal with it nor i can avoid or ignore it, so i guess i will just have to suffer." Yoongi said shrugging off.

🐨: "No ways!"

🐱: "What??"

🐨: "Omgggg no ways hyung???"

🐨: "Are you? No don't even tell me???"

🐱: "Yahhh what???"

🐨: "Hyung are you?? Are you..like you know?"

"No i don't know namjoon what do you mean just say it" yoongi said getting a little irritated now.

"Aishhh okay I'll just say it okay! Don't get angry! But I'm just suspicious like I'm not sure but maybe do you think are you.. like are you in love????", namjoon finally asked him.

"Hajimaaa!!! Mwoyaaa!! Aniiyaaa! Yahhh jinjja kim namjoon what the hell are you asking? Waeee! How wo..would i..ii..i fall in l..l.love, n..no.noo... okay.. no..noo I'm not in love." Yoongi face palmed himself to hide his red cheeks.

"Well hyung your flustered face and stuttering says a whole different story", namjoon asked suspiciously.

"Aishhh this guy knows me too well", yoongi mumbled quietly.

"Kekekeke i heard it hyung! Ofcourse i know you hyung, we have been together since 13 years now", namjoon said teasingly.

Yoongi just gave him a okay don't oversmart me look. To which namjoon chuckled slightly and amused how Yoongi still won't accept it from his mouth.

"C'mon hyung tell me already who is she?"

"Is she korean? Do i or any other members know her?"

"Did you confessed to her?"

"Or like do you love her or just have a crush on her?"

"Unfortunately hyung your silence won't reply so you'll have to say something", namjoon said sarcastically.

"Really? Then why don't you let me speak namjoon???", yoongi replied him.

"Kekeke yeah right so what is this fuss about??", namjoon asked yoongi excited and kind of shocked to know about how did none of the members could figure out that he already had his eyes for someone. Which unfortunately wasn't exactly true but namjoon had no idea.

"So there's this girl whom i know.. "

"What do you mean you know her hyung? lol you have met her right?", namjoon asked cutting him off.

🐱: "No...i mean yes! I mean i have met her..but you see she doesn't knows it was me.."

"What does anyone of this means hyung? If you met her then how can she not know it was you? Is she not korean? Or maybe not into kpop music or any kind of international music? How can she meet you but not know you.. Like you are BTS! Min Yoongi! Suga! Agustd! Millions of armys proposing you everyday going "YOONGI MARRY M...." before namjoon could speak any further yoongi cut him off.

"Shut Up Namjoon! Will you? now listen to me and i swear if you interrupt me or say a word, I'll not tell you a thing! do you get it?", yoongi warned him and namjoon nodded quietly.

"Okay that's good! So now listen. You need to understand my point and need to trust me, this might sound insane but hear me out, and yes this a bit complicated." Yoongi stopped to look at namjoon who was listening to him carefully and Yoongi continued further, "So i meet her but she doesn't knows it was me..." but as soon yoongi sees Namjoon's expressions he sighs, "okay so no she is not Korean. I don't if she is into kpop but yes is an army she likes our songs. Suddenly yoongi remembers you reacting to woozi so he continues, "Ahhh and yes she also knows about seventeen so i guess she's familiar with kpop, but most importantly she's army".

Curiosity takes over namjoon as he can't just sit back and not ask so he quickly interrupts, "You said she is army but then how come she not know or recognize you hyung! I can't imagine army not recognizing us, infact i believe out of all people out,it's armys how knows us better than all, even better than we know us! So how come she not know its you???", Namjoon frowns all confused.

"I understand namjoon but it's my fault! I actually.. i was in a situation where i had to make sure she believes that it's not me who she is meeting! I mean, I'm sure she still must be suspicious but no for now she doesn't really known that it was me and it could be quite be a task to make her realize that it was really me. Because i strongly made her believe that I'm just a duplicate and not myself." Yoongi explained

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK HYUNG! are you crazy? why would you do that especially if you knew you liked her?", namjoon was shocked but more than he was furious that why would yoongi do such a stupid thing. It made no sense to him.

"Actually i kind of think i..i.. Actually i..", yoongi stuttered.

"What I? say it already hyung I'm going crazy", namjoon was already mad almost pulling his small hairs out of frustration.

"Actually Namjoonahh i think i..iii you know love her!", yoongi said laughing awkwardly, trying to not look stupid infront of his younger one.

"Oh my goshhh Jinjjaaa!! Seriously hyung how can you create such a mess when you loved her?? why did you lied to her! OMGG WHAT THE HECK HYUNG! i can't believe you did something so stupid like that!", finally namjoon blurted out.

"I know Namjoonahh that's why i said now I'll have to suffer because of my own.", yoongi said sighing deeply.

"I can't believe you?? Are you kidding me?? you can still solve this shit hyung! You can still prove her that it is you and not some duplicate of yours. I'm sure you can met her again and make sure to remind her of all the memories from the time you met her and I'm sure it will work. And if you think it's okay maybe our members can help you hyung! if you want we can tell them." There was a few minutes of silence as namjoon calmed down.

"Do you have any contact of her?" Namjoon asked yoongi expecting something good.

"Well you see i did not asked for anything i just pretend and stick to my role, but i do know her sns account." Yoongi replied a little embarrassed.

"Great finally something good! I can't believe hyung you didn't get her contact details?", Namjoon said glaring his older one in disbelief.

"What country is she from and what's her name??"

"L/N Y/N, she's from C/N" yoongi said quickly. Ofcourse he knew your name and where you lived, he had read every message of yours carefully.

"Ahhh thank god you know that much. We can track her down through sns account and you can call or maybe we can arrange a meeting for you both hyung and everything will be fine, I'm sure! I mean sure it might take some time, plus the mess that you have created is huge and complicated but if we try and do it all properly you can get her and confess your feelings later first you need to win her trust and make her believe it's really you!", namjoon said trying to lighten up yoongi's mood.

Meanwhile yoongi only nodded slightly thinking he really messed up maybe he should have done something there and then to let you know it was really him. But really how he would have actually done anything? he was already under your energy's spell and he had no idea if you were his duplicate's girl or what? He had no idea that you too were stuck like him in the mirror world.

"Hyung?"

"Yoongi Hyung"

"Suga Hyung"

"Hyungnim??"

"Ye ye..."

"Where are you lost?"

"Nothing namjoon i think i really messed up, i swear i feel world is against us or maybe worse maybe our meeting was just a coincidence..", yoongi said looking upset.

"No hyung i don't think so, i feel you were destined to met, if not coincidence, then there would have been another way, but you would definitely met her", namjoon said cheering up him.

"I hope so, i feel so bad right now you know she messages me about everything on my account, and she isn't doing great ever since we got into separate ways, i feel so helpless right now", yoongi shared.

"It's okay hyung atleast you realized your mistake, it's still not late, we can still fix things" namjoon told yoongi.

"Thank you Namjoonahh!", yoongi said as he hugged him.

"AISHHHHH this hyung" that's all namjoon mumbled.

As you slept, you had absolute no idea your messages were going to change your life! Your life was about take a whole new turn. But will it be for good? Or will things mess up even more is something that only time could know or could answer. For now your mind was stuck in the dream phase with yoongi. And yoongi determined to bring you back to his life and make up for all the hard times you had to go through alone.

TO BE CONTINUED....

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mybelovedwoo · 2 years ago

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Long Journey - Chapter 2: Stitching Secrets

Life hurts a lot, that's just how it is. At least that is what Destiny thought, living a life where living hurts more than dying. But one day everything changes when an unexpected guest appears. What does this long journey hide behind? Will it be worth it to be alive again?

"Sailors tell stories, Pirates make legends!"

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warnings: violence, fighting, guns and weaponry, blood injuries, trauma, smut, sa, pa, abuse specific to this chapter: blood, injuries

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Anxiety rushes over me as I open the door to the stable, for the second time today. The difference is that now I have company along with me, more specifically six of them, and one of them is wounded badly. I suggested that we bring him here since this is the most isolated place on our property, as the boys didn't want my father to find out about what happened and they didn't want to bother the Captain either.

San sweeps everything off the table in the middle of the room with just one motion, it is loud as everything falls to the ground. The two tallest one, Yunho and Mingi places Jongho on it immediately. He's applying pressure to the wound, just like I said to him moments before panic took over me, it's great he listened to me, so maybe he didn't lose that much blood.

"Can someone tell me what the hell happened?" Seonghwa bursts into the wide space with Wooyoung on his side. He ran back to the house ahead of us, Yunho asked him to inform the Quartermaster about the situation. It's really scary how angry the man looks.

Yunho is the one who gives the full report with a shaky voice. "We- we wanted to get the things we needed, just like you asked. We just ran into a little complication on the way, and someone attacked us, we didn't want to draw the attention to ourselves, so we didn't attack back. But Jongho got shot." And with the last sentence, he looks at the boy in pain.

"Did anyone else got hurt?" I don't know exactly who the question is directed at, but he looks straight at me as if he expects an answer from me. I'm just trying to hide in the corner, arms crossed in front of me. I don't know what to do in this kind of situation, they are just strangers, I shouldn't worry about them. I shake my head, to let him know everyone else is completely okay, at least physically.

"What are we supposed to do right now? We don't have a healer with us." Wooyoung steps closer to the table, that smiley boy from earlier now looks terrified. I don't know how severe the wound could be from this far away, but I can see that he is sweating. He must have a fever.

"I may be able to help," I say, but I don't move from my place. Maybe I should have kept quiet, but I feel bad about what happened earlier with Jongho, that I took everything on him.

"What do you mean? Are you a healer by any chance?" The black-haired navigator, Yunho asks.

"Not exactly, I mean I only healed animals before and only watched my mother work all the time when I was younger, she was the best at her job and she always taught me the little practices." I sigh. "I don't know if I could actually help, but I can try." I look around at me, I see a couple of surprised and a couple of thinking faces. I mean who am I kidding, why would they trust a complete stranger who has no experience?

"I'm gonna be honest, I don't know why, but I trust you. It's enough if you try at least, just please help him. Until then I'll try to talk with the captain. If you need anything, the others are at your service." Honestly, I didn't expect that. I instantly rushed to Jongho's side, and put my hand on his forehead. Just as I thought, he has a high fever.

"I need a wet cloth, a lance or even a sharp knife will do, and a lot of alcohol." When I look up Seonghwa is already out of the room, but no one is doing anything, they just look confused. "NOW!" I shout. And finally, everyone starts moving.

I put my hands around the wound and carefully press it, I'm trying to feel how deep the bullet is in. There is no exit hole, so it must be still inside. If I don't take it out as soon as possible, it can get infected, and from there I may not be able to do anything. So as soon as the others got back with the things I asked for, I start working right away.

Even I was surprised by how easily I took the bullet out of the wound and sewed it up, although I was never good at that, so it isn't perfect, but it will do for now. Jongho passed out in the middle of it, he held up better than I thought. The fever hasn't gone down yet, but for now, that should be the least of his problem. I told San to always keep a cold cloth on his forehead and nape. He hasn't left his side ever since, and he looks like he's not even gonna attempt to soon.

Seonghwa hasn't returned yet. I don't dare to go out, even though I should wash all this blood off of myself, but I can't enter the house like this, so I just wait. I sit down on a hay bale, and I bury my face into my palms, it is only now that I have realized what I did. Sudden weariness runs through me.

I can feel someone sitting down next to me, but I don't look up, for now, I can't even move an inch.

"Thank you." I hear a familiar voice. Only these two words fill me up with warmth, I haven't heard it in a long time. "I didn't know you were this cool." I chuckle and look up at the honey-skinned boy next to me. He has that mischievous smile on his face once again just like earlier at the market.

"I wouldn't use those exact words." I returned his smile without even noticing it. He has the kind of smile that brightens everyone around him. "I'm glad I could help." I hug myself, I feel a little bad in these clothes, with someone else's blood on it.

"Oh, here take this." And Wooyoung drapes his jacket over my shoulders. "Cover up with it."

I don't have time to thank him when the door opens again. Seonghwa steps in, but now with Yunho on his side, both of them have a not-so-pleasant expression on.

Yeosang, the quietest one, who I haven't heard talking yet asks "Have you spoken with captain?" He has a very deep voice, just as deep as the ocean, it calms people down. He sits on a chair across from me, on the other side of the room.

"I have." He sighs. "It looks like we have to leave earlier than expected. We will leave tomorrow morning. Until then the captain tries to arrange everything quickly."

"But we can't leave him here for the night, a servant can find him. They will come out here soon to feed the horses." I tell them worriedly. I only can imagine how angry my father will get if he finds out about this.

"Do you know any other places where we can take him?" Seonghwa asks, he looks at me like I'm the only one who can help them. I don't like this feeling when people rely on me.

I don't know if I should mention it since it's my secret hideout and the only place no one else knows about. "There's a house across the lake, it stands empty. Nobody goes there." Only me, but I don't say this out loud. I hope I made the right decision.

I lead the way there, we have to go through the forest to get to the old house. I don't how they will get Jongho here, because the path is not that stable, and I wouldn't be happy if the stitches got ripped open.

Only Seonghwa, Yunho, and Wooyoung came with me, the other three stayed there with Jongho, looking after him. They haven't brought him here yet, first, they are just scouting the area.

When we get there I open the slightly rotten wooden door for them. It makes all sorts of squeaky noises, it's not very pleasant. We enter, everything is covered in dust and dirt. The big empty room is only lit by the two small dirty windows across the space, it's still not much, as the trees cover all the light that is left from the setting sun.

Only now do I notice how fast time has passed and I start to worry. "Will this be alright?" I ask while I walk around the familiar room.

"Yes, it will be perfect. You sure no one comes here?" Seonghwa runs his finger along the windowsill, and the dirt of many years stays on his long fingers and removes it with only one blow.

"I'm sure." I hug myself once again. Honestly, I don't know how much longer I can stay on my feet.

"Okay. Wooyoung would you be so kind and take the lady back to her room, but make sure no one sees her like this." They nod to each other as if they had discussed something without saying it out loud.

The way back to the house was quiet, I didn't mind it though, I don't know how much I would have been able to concentrate. We stopped in front of the back door, which leads to the kitchen. Thank god there's no one there at the moment, it's not very common. Before we go inside Wooyoung tells me to stay as silent as possible, and so do I. Little does he know I do these kinds of things every day, I know exactly what I'm doing.

I look out to the corridor from the kitchen, I'm barely sticking out my head. I can see only one servant there, and she too has just turned into one of the rooms. "Let's go" I'm signaling to the boy behind me.

And the moment we both step out of the space, the servant also leaves the room she just went into, back to the corridor. Without any hesitation, Wooyoung grabs my hand and pulls me into the room opposite the kitchen, which is the dining room. He tries to pull me closer to him so that no one notices me, but I pull my hand away from his and push myself further away. I know he only wants to help, but his touch leaves some bad feelings on my skin, I can't help it. "I'm sorry." I say, realizing how he looks at me.

He shakes his head as if nothing happened. And now he is the one sticking his head out. "Come, it's clear now. We just have to run up the stairs." He looks back at me.

I lead the way from the top of the stairs to the door of my room. We stop in front of it, looking around once more to make sure no one has seen us. I tighten the jacket around me, I already forgot Wooyoung gave it to me earlier. "Here, your jacket." I'm starting to take it off of me, so I can give it back.

"No, leave it. Just return it the next time we meet." He winks at me, and at that moment he turns around and leaves me there alone.

As I enter my room I finally can calm down a little. I think about everything that happened today, and I can't believe that it actually happened. I just can't wait to have a warm bath. Something pulls out of my thoughts, I got scared as someone steps out of my bathroom. "What the hell happened to you?" I turn pale, maybe it was all for nothing?

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saiilorstars · 1 year ago

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Love, Ours Ch. 8: Gift of Joy

Fandom: MCU

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC, ft. baby!oc

Story Summary: One-Shots/AU collection of Seren and Steve outside of their fics (Darkest Before Dawn, Alignment, etc.).

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If there was one thing Seren loved, it was the whole decorating process of Christmas. If there was one thing Steve didn't like, it was organizing little details, especially those that were in danger of being crushed between his super-serum hands.

Seren laughed at him when he couldn't, for the life of him, put up some lights around the living room. "The Captain America can fight robots and aliens, but he can't put up a single Christmas light? You know I'm not gonna let this go anytime soon, right?"

With a sour face, Steve abandoned the lines of lights and turned to his wife. "You wouldn't be you if you did."

Seren's grin was from ear to ear before she burst into laughter again. Steve mocked her laugh until they heard a familiar babble nearing the doorway. They both turned just as Bucky walked in with some very busy arms. There was a box tucked between his right arm and side, along with a small white kitten in his hand. He had a baby boy tucked in his left arm like he was another box. He was facing down babbling to himself, one hand continuously banging the metal of Bucky's arm underneath.

Seren laughed at the sight. "Well, you sure seem loaded!"

"Amazon delivery," Bucky announced as he made a nod down at the box in his arm. "Oh, and this is yours too." He motioned to his right arm just as Noel lifted his head. He squealed and clapped his hands together at the sight of his parents.

"I didn't know Amazon delivered babies too." Steve remarked and glanced at Seren. "Maybe we can try that next time."

Seren snorted. "You know what, if Amazon can do what I had to do to pop that kid out, by all means go ahead."

"Can someone just take him already?" Bucky asked, "Or the box? Or both?"

"Why are you holding him anyways?" Seren asked. "He was supposed to be with aunt Natasha downstairs."

"Yes, but aunt Natasha thinks it's hilarious when he goes after Alpine."

The kitten in question meowed, drawing Noel's attention. He reached one of his hands towards the kitten and when that didn't work, he tried with both hands, small fingers wiggling at the cat.

"See?" Bucky raised an eyebrow. "I'm all for games but I don't want the kid to get scratched or something."

"More like the kitten getting hurt," Seren remarked. Noel had incredible strength even at his early age. "Which is fair."

"Noel, are you going after Alpine?" Steve took the baby into his arms. "Noel?"

Noel seemed to understand the question very well because as soon as Steve asked, he covered his eyes and giggled.

"Gives himself up just like his dad," smirked Bucky. "With no clue."

Seren laughed and Steve scowled.

"Now don't go insulting Noel like that," Seren walked over to Steve and took the baby out of his arms and into hers. "My baby has my social skills too so he has a chance."

Now it was Bucky laughing, and Steve was still scowling. And with all the laughing going on, Noel decided he would start laughing too, making it all the more funny to the adults.

"I think I'm gonna go now." Steve decided that it would be better to leave before Bucky really started chiming in on his faults.

"You'll survive, lovey, it'll be okay," Seren said. "Plus, we still have a lot of work left."

Bucky started looking around the living room. He set down the Amazon box on the table then let Alpine down. "I'm surprised Chloe hasn't come in yet to give it her special touch."

"Oh, she was coming in a bit. I think she and Thor went out shopping." Seren shifted Noel on her side. He was eyeing the kitten near the table.

"Christmas shopping," Bucky said. "I wasn't allowed to come."

Steve chuckled. "I think she made a good call."

Bucky flashed him a sour smile.

"Don't fight boys," warned Seren. "Bucky, do you think you could help with the lights? Apparently, Captain America loses against them."

Bucky would never miss the chance to rub something in Steve's face. "Of course."

Steve rolled his eyes.

"Steve, maybe you can help by holding onto the bottom of the lights for Bucky?"

"Yeah, Steve, help me out," Bucky said with an even wider smirk.

Steve had some good words he wanted to use but for the sake of Noel and his busy ears, he left them for another time.

"Now you mister," Seren planted a kiss on Noel's forehead, "can help me finish the tree. Let's get all the shiny baubles!"

She moved to the tree nestled in the corner of the living room. She and Steve had already finished most of it but a few places. She put Noel down and brought a few baubles around him to entertain him.

Noel was entertained by the baubles for a few minutes. He stuck one in his mouth, threw the other one near Steve's foot and even managed to throw one at Bucky's leg.

"Kid's going to be a baseball player," Bucky remarked while Noel laughed. "He must get that from Seren too."

Steve couldn't help it that time and shoved Bucky face first into the wall. Noel thought it was hilarious; his laughs echoed around the room.

Bucky pulled himself off the wall and turned to Steve, his expression flat. "For the sake of your dignity in front of your son and wife, I won't respond to that. But I make no promises for later."

"Boys," Seren called from the tree. She didn't bother paying them attention, not when she had to figure out the pattern of the baubles on the left side of the tree. There were a few that just didn't fit together.

"Start doing the lights already," Steve told Bucky in a mutter.

Noel threw another bauble near the coffee table and it landed near Alpine. Without a second thought, he started crawling towards the kitten. Seren saw him through a gap of the Christmas tree branches and chuckled to herself. He was a very fast baby.

The kitten saw Noel coming and just as it seemed like Noel would reach him, he hurried to the other side of the table. Noel stopped and sat down on his bottom with a little frown on his face. His green eyes narrowed slightly and then, like a streak of determination hitting him, he pushed himself forwards into another fast crawl.

Seren stopped decorating to watch her son race-crawl around the room in chase of Alpine. If Steve and Bucky stopped bickering for a second, they would have probably heard the scruff of Noel's legs as he crawled over the rug.

Noel briefly touched the kitten's tail but a loud noise startled him into freezing. Chloe and Thor had finally returned and were rushing into the room with their bags. They were an identical pair of excitement and loudness.

"Well, sounds like somebody had a good time shopping today," Seren said, stepping from around the tree. She eyed the bags that the two put down on the couch. "What, did you buy gifts for the entire city?"

Thor let out a hearty laugh. "No, no, the whole city?"

"We just picked up the cutest things for Noel, watch!" Chloe exclaimed as she dug into one of the bags.

"Noel, no!" Steve called just as Noel was about to pull Alpine by the tail. Luckily, Alpine had escaped his clutches and dashed under the couch.

Noel thought it was a game and went after the cat again.

"Noel, come out of there!" Seren sighed once she saw Noel sticking his head underneath the couch. "This kid…" She strode over to the couch but Thor got to Noel first.

"Come on out little warrior," he pulled Noel out by one of his legs, eliciting a happy squeal. "See what uncle Thor got you!"

"I thought you went Christmas shopping?" Bucky said to Chloe who was busy sifting through her bags.

"Calm down, I got you something too," Chloe said dismissively. "It's somewhere — aha!" She pulled out a bright red elf hat with golden bells dangling around the bottom.

Bucky was not impressed. "You got that for me?"

Chloe snorted. "No way! You wouldn't look half as cute as little Noel would!" She tossed the hat over to Thor who popped it over Noel's head. "Noel, the elf!"

Noel's hands dove for the bells dangling over his forehead now. Once he figured out they made a noise, he shook his head to hear the bells.

"That's gonna be fun at night…" Steve already felt the dread of what would happen if they even tried to take the hat away from Noel.

"That's okay, we'll just send him over to aunt Chloe's and uncle Bucky's room," Seren said, crossing her arms. She adored watching Noel have that much fun but, like Steve, knew that it would eventually get old quickly in the night.

"Now why do I have to suffer?" Bucky frowned. "Chloe bought it, not me."

Noel was giggling over and over with the ringing bells. He pulled two of the bells then started tilting his head from one side to the other.

"My turn, my turn!" Thor said and deposited Noel into Chloe's arms. "They are apparently very popular right now," he said with a smug smile. As soon as he pulled out a mini red cape and miniature version of mjolnir, everyone burst into laughter.

Thor didn't mind it and neither did Noel. The baby was more than curious about the bright red cape being wrapped around his neck. And when he saw the mini Mjolnir, he became even more delighted. He knew exactly what that looked like. He babbled with squeals in-between and desperately reached for the hammer.

"That is plastic, right?" Seren said with a slight nervous tinge in her voice. She could already see Noel using it with his full strength.

"Foam," Thor said, though he didn't seem to get why Seren asked. He handed the hammer to Noel who instantly gripped it with his fingers. He couldn't be more excited and started waving it around, knocking Chloe in the face twice.

"Now I'm seeing the appeal," Bucky smirked.

"Shut it!" Chloe exclaimed, shutting her eyes as the hammer hit her again.

Noel burst into a fit of giggles once he realized he was hitting his aunt's face.

"Ah, there we go! He loves it!" Thor exclaimed.

"Yes, yes, here you go." Chloe was happy to hand Noel over to Steve and watch him get whacked by the hammer.

"Thank you, everyone…for this…" Steve turned his head slightly as he now became the next victim. "Amazing, really." Seren laughed behind her hand. "C'mon Noel, let's get you down for the night."

There's no way in hell he's sleeping right now, thought Seren as Steve walked around the group with Noel clad in a cape, elf hat and hammer out of the room.

"You guys are horrible," Seren said once Steve was gone. "Now we're going to have to deal with that stuff until he either breaks it, or loses it."

"Hey, you're the one who decided to have a kid," Chloe said with her hands in front of her.

"Wasn't exactly a decision last time I heard," Bucky smirked.

"Shut it!" Seren pointed at him. She then looked at Chloe and Thor with a much kinder smile. "Thanks for the presents, guys. Really."

"No problem, we thought they were really cute," Chloe said. "And there's more! Wanna see?"

"Was there a sale?" Seren chuckled.

"We're just very good at shopping!" Thor said proudly. "Although not so much at wrapping. Could I get help to wrap a present for Jane, please?"

"Of course," Seren said with another laugh.

~0~

When Seren caught up with Steve, she was not surprised that Noel was nowhere near sleeping and, more importantly, that it was Steve who looked ready to nap instead. He was lying sideways on the bed, his legs over the side, with his arm over his face. Noel sat next to him on the bed, hammering his gingerbread stuffy while one of his other hands gripped the edge of his red cape still attached to his back.

"So, sleeping is definitely not in the itinerary?" Seren laughed as Steve groaned and shook his head.

"I tried touching the hammer and he started screaming bloody murder. Then I tried the cape and he bit me."

Seren laughed even louder. Hearing her, Noel let out his own laugh and looked at his father like he knew exactly what they were laughing about.

Steve pulled his arm off his face and saw Noel with a flattened expression. "Alright, you little comedian…" He turned himself in Noel's direction, pinning the baby to the bed and tickling his stomach. "That enough funny, for you?" Steve watched as Noel burst into another fit of laughter and giggles.

Noel eventually let go of his toy hammer and while he was so distracted, Steve shoved it off the bed. He then pepper-kissed Noel's face and tickled him, playing with him.

Seren loved hearing her son laugh so much; the sound was too much for her heart not to swell. She went into the door of Noel's conjoined nursery room to gather some of his things for sleep. Five minutes later, Steve joined her with Noel in his arms.

"The cape was non-negotiable," he said when Seren turned and saw that although the hammer was gone, the red cape was still on Noel's back. "I'm gonna get Thor for this."

"Just get him changed already before he goes back on his word about the hamm—" Seren motioned him to the clothes she left on the changing table.

"Don't say it," Steve said quickly, eyes widening in alarm.

"I'm gonna go take a shower. Will you be okay? You know, since you're having such a rough night tonight?"

"My night was going just fine until you all decided to make fun of me," retorted Steve.

"Someone's a bit bitter today," chuckled Seren. She reached a hand up to his cheek and gave him a gentle pat. "M'sure we can fix that later tonight."

Interest piqued, a smirk tugged at Steve's lips. "Sure could."

"But Noel has to be fully asleep by the time I get back."

Steve loved the deal and side-stepped Seren with Noel. "Off to sleep. Now."

Seren chuckled to herself as she left the room. She may or may not have taken her time showering to give Steve ample time to put Noel down, that and maybe she wanted a nice break too. When she returned, their bedroom was a lot more quiet than earlier. It was dark with only the city lights illuminating it once in a while.

She peeked inside the nursery and saw the night light was on instead. Noel was much more quiet but still note quite asleep. Steve was standing closer to the window (Noel's favorite place to be at) and was holding Noel in his arms with his favorite blanket draped over him. It was baby blue with golden stars decorating it. Noel's head was resting on Steve's chest, sucking his pacifier like his life depended on it. His fingers lazily played with t he edge of his — Seren chuckled — red cape.

It was truly non-negotiable.

Steve was gently rocking Noel, patting his back. When Steve saw Seren, and her expression, he knew exactly what she wanted to say.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," he whispered with a roll of his eyes. He has failed to put Noel to sleep like they agreed. "Worst dad, I know."

Seren playfully rolled her eyes in return. "Not even close." She walked over to them and reached on her toes to kiss his cheek, then Noel's head. "Think you're the best dad and if Noel could talk right now, he'd agree."

Steve appreciated the gesture. It was something they both often struggle to accept, and speaking of…

"Then you have to agree that you're a good mother too, even last week," he told her.

"Mmm," Seren only hummed at that. She took to tracing figures on Noel's back, soothing him more towards sleep.

"Seren."

Seren's eyes flickered up at Steve. "It was scary," she admitted.

"I know," Steve agreed. Who wouldn't be scared the first time their baby had an allergic reaction to something?

Seren nearly lost it even though, according to Helen Cho — the only doctor Seren trusted — it was only a mild reaction. Noel was indeed a one of a kind baby with his special DNA and inheritance but at the end of the day, he was also still human and as any other human he was susceptible to allergies. In this case, it was a peppermint cookie Seren had allowed him to suck on. A few minutes after sucking on it, he started growing red bumps on his skin.

Needless to say, Seren panicked and truthfully so did Steve. Noel had never reacted to anything but he was also being introduced to new foods everyday. Luckily, Dr. Helen Cho was in the Tower that day for a session with Chloe and she quickly treated the baby. It was a mild case of an allergy he developed for peppermint. After a dose of benadryl, the reaction lessened until it disappeared altogether. Noel was fine, but Seren was not. She blamed herself even though Steve, and Helen herself, told her that it had nothing to do with her and her choices. It was life. All they could do from now on was keep anything with peppermint away from Noel, just like anyone else with a food allergy.

"He's fine now," Steve said, smiling down at Noel whose eyes were beginning to flutter close. "Very fine, if you ask me. He's not letting go of the cape anytime soon."

Seren smiled at that as well. "Christmas with a cape. Sounds about right in this building. He's following in the team's footsteps."

Finally, Noel's eyes fell shut and he went to sleep. A few more minutes passed and then Steve felt confident enough that he would stay asleep in his crib. Seren untied the cape from Noel and stepped back so Steve could put him down in his crib. Then, just as carefully as before, stepped out of the nursery with Seren. Only then was he able to breathe normally again.

"Was it me or did he seem to have way more energy today?" He asked, flopping down on the side of the bed.

"He did have more," Seren admitted, coming over to sit on his lap.

Steve brought one arm around her waist and dug his face into the crook of her neck. She smelled so nice…

"You tired, Captain?" Seren asked, holding her chuckle just for his sake. He groaned in her neck.

"Give me a robot, give me a crook, but don't give me an 8 month old on the eve of Christmas," he muttered.

"And tomorrow we have to finish putting lights in the kitchen…"

Steve groaned again.

Seren laughed and kissed his hair. "Maybe we can leave it for Bucky and Chloe and see how long they'll actually work together before they try to kill each other?"

Steve finally raised his head to meet her eyes. "You're godsent, Seren. That would be a good show to watch."

Seren chuckled. "It'll be our little plan. Twenty bucks Chloe breaks first."

Steve grinned. "You're so on! Bucky won't be that patient. He'll crack first."

"I don't think so and when I win, I'll be happy to take you out on a cinnamon roll date!"

Steve's smile very quickly turned into a smirk. "You're sweet, but when I win I'll be more than happy to take you out on that date. And some coffee, of course."

Seren closed her eyes as Steve wrapped his arm tighter around her and kissed her cheek. "Mm, in this cold weather, I'll be happy with a cup of hot chocolate…" He pressed another kiss on the side of her neck. "And maybe even some gingerbread cookies? We can give one to Noel. I'm sure he'd have the time of his life sucking on it.

Steve smiled against her skin. Somehow, almost everything they planned included Noel in the end. He loved it. He loved her, and their son, so much.

"What if we go out tomorrow instead?" Seren asked suddenly. She opened her eyes, turning her head at him. She cupped the side of his face. "I'm sure Natasha will tell us who cracked first. We can take Noel with us, unless you want to have a solo date…?"

Both ideas sounded great to Steve when he thought about them. Noel was even more excited about the streets now that they were decorated and snow was falling. He was sure to have fun with them. But…the idea of spending some time alone with Seren was also tempting.

"Your silence is worrisome…" Seren hummed, making Steve chuckle.

"No, no, I was just thinking…"

"About?"

"Why don't we take Noel out in the day and at night, you and I go out for dinner?"

"Ooh, some alone time?" Seren raised a brow at Steve. "Tempting offer, Mr. Rogers."

"Well that's because you, Mrs. Rogers, are very tempting yourself." Steve pressed a kiss under her jaw. "So, how about it, then? Can I take you out on a date tomorrow night?"

"After hours with you?" Seren looped her arms around his neck and gave him a short kiss on the lips. "Anywhere, any time," she murmured and went in for another kiss.

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recurring-polynya · 2 years ago

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Writing Update/Art Update 5/9/2023

Many things happened last week. Not very many of them were drawing. I'll get back to that.

I have finally started posting the big (it's not really big. Medium-big. It just felt big) fanfic that I have working on for most of the year. You can start here if you want to read it, Chapters 1-3 are currently available.

I finished the smut. I had mostly finished it by Friday, but then we had a belated-because-we-were-waiting-for-spring-weather backyard birthday party for my daughter this past weekend, so I had to spend a solid 48 hours in the paralyzing deathgrip of anxiety at the prospect of socializing with people I don't know (the parents of some of my daughter's classmates), so I didn't get much of anything else done, although I did clean my house and buy a bunch of hot dogs.

I only got one doodle done this week, which took me three days, spread out over the anxiety deathgrip, but I'm pretty pleased with how it came out. I really would like to start on a more serious project this week, but I may get back to them, we'll see how it goes. I do want to thank everyone who sent in prompts, and I'm sorry I haven't gotten to more of them. Turns out I'm real bad at doing quick, fast-turnaround doodles! Is anyone surprised??

After that, like, I said, I finished up the porno. I was hoping to post it yesterday, but it was pretty late at night by the time I finished my editing sweep. Today was a go places posting day and I didn't really want to post two different fanfics in one day, plus I had made kind of a lot of edits, so I figured it wouldn't hurt to let it sit a day and then do another sweep before posting. In other words, tomorrow, probably.

This morning, I re-read what I've gotten written so far of Ductwork, which is the working title of the next story in the Heart is a Muscle. It's 7707 words at the moment, and I get hot mad every time I read it because I want there to be more of it, and unfortunately, there is only one way to make that happen. But it's gonna!! I keep telling myself that it was really worthwhile to have taken the time to write go places first, because Ductwork is largely about Rukia and Renji finally digging down into a lot of festering insecurities from that time in their afterlives. I have a couple different approaches to writing these days, and I'm gonna try to do the thing that ended up working for go places, which is 1) try to write something every day, 2) chronological schmonological, write whatever I can possibily come up with, I'll just cram it all together at the end, this was very fun and easy last time and definitely did not take six drafts and a color-coded spreadsheet. Based on past experience, I do not think I am going to be able to power through to completion, so my goal is to add at least 20k words to the thing before I flame out in a blaze of beautiful depression and spend the rest of the summer on something insane, like bringing back the Soul Society Tattoo Artist AU. My overall prediction is that it will be around 60k, but I'm not discounting the possibility that it could be another 100k-er. (it better not go over 120k tho, I will die for real)

Anyway, that was my week! Whew!

#writing update #art update

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loserchildhotpants · 2 years ago

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questions for fic writers 1, 2, 15, 16, 23, 37, & 41 (if you want)

questions for fic writers

What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (in other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)

Hmm. I guess it depends on who's asking! I've written like... 200 fics???? I think maybe Seeing Wolves (Where There Are No Wolves) on my loserchildhotpants account is a good introduction to like... my writing style? I guess? And it covers my most used tropes; slow burn, mutual pining, love confessions, eventual smut, etc etc.

That said, I think What Used to be Mine on my someonetoanyone account is probably a better example of what my writing has transformed into.

2. Go to your AO3 "Works" page, to the side bar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for "Additional Tags." What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?

On my loserchildhotpants account the top 5 Additional Tags are: Fluff (111), Angst (91), Tumblr Prompt (71) [I'm not gonna count this one tbh], Romance (60), Humor (54) and First Kiss (5)

On my someonetoanyone account the top 5 Additional Tags are: Mutual Pining (12), First Kiss (9), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence (9), and Love Confessions (8)

and yeah, these are all p accurate - on both lists, the next one on the list would've been 'pining' lmao so a p accurate depiction!

15. What's your favorite AU that you've written?

Tbh my favorite AU that I've written isn't up yet -- I'm posting it in ~2 weeks and I don't wanna spoil it here, but... it fucks. This AU fucks. I'm so proud of it. It'll be on my someonetoanyone account - check back in w me then lol

16. What's an AU you would love to read (or have read and loved)?

So, first, I'm not big on AU's typically. I'm a basic bitch, i like canon-divergence best of all, and I don't usually stray outside that until I'm like, running out of things to read in the canon-divergent tags lol that said, a canon-divergent AU i NEVER get sick of (for my current fandom - destiel) is time travel fuckery. Older!Dean going back in time, meeting his younger self, or interacting w early seasons Cas, or Older!Cas going back in time and meeting Stanford Era!Dean, Stanford Era!Dean getting plonked into later seasons canon and meeting Cas at all -- it's delicious to me.

23. What's a trope, AU, or concept you've never written, but would like to?

Oh, so many. I'd like to try my hand at omegaverse (i've only read a handful in my LIFE that didn't feel weirdly transmisogynistic and over-the-top sexualized to the point that it had an opposing effect where it was suddenly sexless to me? I feel like i could mASTER IT AND GET IT RIGHT i just have no plot ideas yet lol), sex pollen something or other I'd love to do, I'd love to do a time travel fic of my own, I'd love to write a djinn dream fic, amnesia fic, murder husbands fic -- i wanna do all the things!!!

37. Promote one of your own "deep cut" fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!) What do you like about it?

hmmmmmm

On my loserchildhotpants account, I think June is the one I was most proud of that didn't get much feedback. And it's got all the hits for the reddie fandom! Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, First Kiss, it's Richie-centric and i was really proud of the pacing and imagery of June :( the only person to ever point out June to me was my friend Grace, and it made me SO happy to know at least one person remembered June by name and that it came to mind as a favorite ; _ ;

On my someonetoanyone account, I think So Tirelessly maybe deserved some more love ; _ ; i love writing endverse!destiel and i plan to write more of it in the future, but this fic was short and bittersweet and i enjoyed writing it. i was like 'oh yeah, this one's a banger' and then it didn't really draw attention lol

41. Link a fic that made you think, "wow, I want to write like that"

how do u expect me to stop at one

In a destiel rec that will shock absolutely no one, sobsicles' 'let's take a drive' changed my brain chemistry forever and tbh i had a Crisis after going through their entire AO3 bc i was like 'oh what is the point of writing actually when sobsicles is out there doing the damn thing this well i should just be quiet' sdkjfhskldjhf genuinely an amazing fic and writer

In a johnlock rec that WILL shock someone, 'The Quiet Man' by ivyblossom - it's 157k words and i could. not. put. it. down. and why is this shocking? it's in First Person POV and i usually can't handle First Person POV bc it personally gives me the cringe (godspeed to everyone enjoys it, i mean no offense, it's just not personally for me) but this fic Changed My Life and genuinely made me rethink how and what I write.

And in a final, spicy and unpredictable thorki rec that no one asked for, 'Find A Home,' by Aria and filiabelialis is... incredible. Listen, when you open the link, you'll see it's 107k words, DO NOT BE INTIMIDATED, GO READ IT, IT'S LITERALLY INCREDIBLE AND SUCH A GOOD CHARACTER STUDY SDJHFKSKDJHF PLSSSS

#letskzuniverse #melanie writes #sldkjhf thank u for sending me so many slkdjhfsdkhfj #destiel #sterek #reddie #my stuff

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floaromaxtowns · 5 months ago

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K + M + R for SaSha!

Rarepair Alphabet Ask Game [Accepting]

Saga/Shaka

K - If available, share a WIP of your ship (fic, art, fanvid, etc., whatever you'd like!). If you don't have a WIP available, feel free to share an idea for a fanwork you'd like to create for them.

Ah man, I've been meaning to do some stuff with these two for awhile now NGL! But some of my other projects have been getting in the way. I guess I can share some of my future plans with them (IDK when or if I'll get to them, but yknow):

Make a Saga/Shaka sculpting work in a similar style I did with AldeMu. Or seek out another inspiration for these two (currently there's a Hades/Kanon project in the works.); Decide if these two will get an acrylic stand in the future. They are DEFINETELY in my pool of options for my next order (depending on how things go down, I will try to get some more as christmas gifts for me.); Make a post-ND ending inspired comic of these two, in a similar vein as the one I did for AldeMu. I've been getting some ideas and thoughts.

M - Do you imagine your ship entering a long-term relationship? Why or why not?

There's one item from my to-do list above, that I saved for this answer LOL.

I've been meaning to put some work into my Omega's future AU for the golds. This includes, Shaka and Saga. Who are definetely together, in this plot. IDK exactly how I'll go about it, but I really want to draw these two in their 40s, no longer officially serving as warriors to Athena's army. BUT STILL, finding themselves caught up with the mess. The fact they make it to Omega's setting (which is 25 years after the classic series' events), should answer this question.

R - Are there any songs you associate with this ship?

Kendrick Lamar - United In Grief

I've been goin' through somethin' One thousand, eight hundred and 55 days I've been goin' through somethin' Be afraid

What is a bitch in a miniskirt? A man in his feelings with bitter nerve What is a woman that really hurt? A demon, you're better off killin' her What is a relative, making repetitive narratives on how you did it first? That is a predator, hit reverse All of your presidents evil thirst

Sad (feat. Afrojack)

Who am I? Someone that's afraid to let go, uh You decide if you're ever gonna let me know Suicide, if you ever try to let go, uh I'm sad, I know, yeah, I'm sad, I know, yeah Who am I?

𝖏𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖑𝖊𝖔𝖋𝖊 - know u better

Delta Heavy - Punish My Love

Nobody needs you, not like I do The moon and the stars are both jealous of you

And I don't wanna be without your love Could offer me the world but it ain't enough Can't spend another day without your touch Don't punish me tomorrow if the world gets rough

#[ rambles ]#anonymous #thank you for the ask!

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I really like your drawings of Pip and Gabe! (the Valentine's day one is so cute 🥹) If you're comfortable with sharing, I'd be interested in the relationship history between the two? I know Pip is your OC/self-insert and Gabe isn't, but I enjoyed the stories you have on AO3 and want to hear more.

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I don't know who you are anon but I want you to know that someone taking interest in my ideas and OC, even if it's all based around my friend's character, is super touching and I'm flattered!

Buckle up, I'm gonna give you a rundown of what's already established regarding Pip n' Gabe, some backstory, and some future plans as well (without giving away TOO much as I will eventually be making more fanfics...)

So, in the little universe I've whipped up and placed these characters into, Pipper Hughes moves to Thornville when she is 8 years old, and lives with her mom in the house next door to Gabe and his family. Gabe is 10 at the time, just two years older, and even though he's pretty reserved as a kid, Pip manages to draw him in by interacting with him at school. The two are similar when it comes to interests, they like Pokemon and video games, drawing, etc... it's mentioned in my story "The Wheel of Life", but Gabe admits that even befriending him as a child was an impressive feat, and Pip was really his first friend.

My verse has some major differences from canon and mainly that is to do with the fact that I blended in One's main story with the uncomfortable!AU, making One and Gabe twin brothers. In canon, it's when they're about 11 that the accident with Matt, their little brother, happens. In my verse I tie this in and Matt tragically dies when struggling to escape from Gabe, who tied him to a tree. I haven't worked out much in terms of how this affects Pip's relationship with Gabe, but what I can tell you is that she knew him for barely a year before he began acting out so badly that he was hospitalized, her being left to wonder what happened to her next door friend.

I'd imagine that he would have to be kept in the hospital for a time, to sort out what was causing his episodes, and to treat it. In this universe Gabe causes Matt's death, and not too long afterwards he relapses and carves those eye-shaped scars on his arms and hands. It is at this time that his mom can't take it anymore and divorces his dad, leaving with One and creating the rather cold household dynamic that is Gabe and his father. So then, where does Pip fit into this stuff, how is she still able to remain a friend to Gabe?

The answer, simply put: she is stubborn as hell. Her mother, Iris, is rather aloof when it comes to keeping Pipper away from the Kell family, despite the rumours and knowledge of the accident. Iris can see that Pip is determined to be with her friend and she doesn't stop the girl from trying, but of course still keeps an eye open to make sure that her daughter doesn't get hurt. The difficulty actually comes from Gabe's parents, mainly his dad, who does everything he can to try and keep Gabe away from others until he can trust his son to not lash out.

Pip doesn't care that she's told to go away, that Gabe was always unable to hang out or talk. She gets a little sneaky with it, able to communicate with Gabe by writing out messages on paper and holding them up at her kitchen window, where he can see through his own and read them. Of course this doesn't last very long, and they both get scolded (by Gabe's dad), but the drive of Pip's determination eventually sways the older man enough to permit her and Gabe to talk, first by phone, then in monitored visits or by internet. At this point, Gabe and Pip are almost at the three year mark since meeting, and the winter when Pip is 11 is when her own story picks up, the horrible incident with her mom being killed occurring.

Again, it's mentioned in my fic, but Pip describes the whole thing as traumatic, and that she breaks down after losing Iris. It's not until Gabe makes a small effort to reach out to her that she is able to start healing, and once that happens, the two begin to bond much more, becoming very close friends and working through all the hardships.

So the story is as follows, after Iris' death:

Pip and Gabe attend high school together once Pip graduates at 14, and there she begins to build other friendships with Swag and the others

Gabe remains her best friend, and gets used to Pip standing up for him against any bullying or unfair treatment regarding his mental health

That said, Gabe isn't magically better, he struggles greatly as a teenager with his mind and often is rude to the people in his life, Pipper being no exception

Even so Pip is patient, taking the time to observe Gabe as he grows up, noting his mannerisms and figuring out how best to interact with him without causing distress

He admittedly does have a couple moments where he's so mean that she gets upset, but the arguments never last very long and Pip doesn't hold any grudges

It's a slow and tedious process but Gabe does grow to a more stable condition, glad that Pip stuck with him all along. He makes it to graduation, which triggers the next step of his relationship with Pipper

Gabe attends an out of town university while Pip finishes her high schooling, and the change leads to a small distance between them, which secretly, Pip worries about

the summer before her senior year, Swag and friends drag her and Gabe along for a small vacation, hiding the fact that they plan on drawing out a confession from Pip, suspecting that she likes Gabe in a manner beyond just friendship

the silly intervention goes sideways of course and leaves Pip rather upset, embarrassed and anxious once her feelings are put on display

however Gabe manages to calm her down and he admits that he was already planning to ask her to be his girlfriend on her 18th birthday in the spring

it's funny and sweet, and it is clear to them both now that while the idea of a proper relationship is weird, it is something they want, even if it's not as involved as other people's would be

Pip and Gabe date each other for 6 years, and Gabe moves into Pip's house once he's done university and working a full time job

His dad decides to sell his childhood home and move somewhere smaller, more scenic, still in Thornville but not too close that it's awkward

At the five year mark of their relationship, Gabe gathers all his courage and finally proposes to Pip, who of course accepts. They get married one year later, in a beautiful June wedding

The two of them live normally for another year or so, but it's then that the events of Pip's unplanned pregnancy occur, and the new chapter regarding the birth of their daughter Abigail begins

Abby is born and as the story goes, Pip and Gabe struggle to figure out how to raise her and maintain their relationship, the strain of such an unexpected life change creating a divide. But of course they do manage to make it work in the end, and Abby grows up in a healthy and happy home with both of them

So! The base of the whole story is that Pip is like a rock to Gabe, keeping him grounded and supporting him unconditionally. Gabe also provides Pipper with a sense of security, being the most important person in her life and doing what he can to provide for her as a partner. It would be wrong to call this a romance, that doesn't apply to Pip and Gabe. But is it love? The answer is yes, in a sense. Pip is more in tune with those deeper feelings and she knows for a fact that she does love Gabe, very much so. Gabe isn't as aware of how to process his emotions, and he even states in my story that he still can't figure it all out, even after Abby is born. But there's a line or two, that sums up his feelings rather well:

"...his chest swelled with an emotion he’d only ever felt with Pipper. He didn’t really know what to call it, but… it made him happy."

So I'd say that even if he can't quite recognize it, he does love her back, in his own way.

The whole story is still being properly written, I have fics lined up for almost every event leading up to Abigail, and then some after that too. I wanna leave most things unsaid to keep it all entertaining, but, that's more or less the gist of it. Two odd companions helping each other through the good and the bad that is life.

Now if you'll excuse me, I must return to bed. I spent way too long writing this out, haha. But thanks again for asking!! I love to talk about it.

#ask #pipper #gabe #i won't tag this as scarygabe or ths i think... too far removed at this point #-pip yelling-#i love these dumb fictional people

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lostinthought1006 · 1 year ago

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Ah!! A fellow boniji fan on tumblr! Yipee!! 🎉🎉🎉

I don't rb posts often but this time it's gonna be super long and rambly...

First of all, you were the one who wrote "my dream is (to be) yours"?!! OMG NO WAY! I loved that fic!! It's actually one of my fave boniji fics that's been imprinted on my mind after I read it, and ever since anticipated the next chapter to come (don't sweat it tho \^o^/) it's actually my first time knowing abt the hanahaki disease trope, such an interesting concept. I don't mind the corniness of the fic, I think it's charming and kinda lowkey want a bit of angst in the upcoming chapters :3c

For the other fics, we have the same picks too! "Just Enough to be Enough" is a heartwarming one, "Midnight and Daydreams" & "A Sellout Night" are such cute fics! "Bubblegum Detergent" is a funny one and I liked how the writer incorporates pics into the fic! "A Kiss is Not a Cure" however.....man it BROKE me! Like it also fucked me up so bad that I'm kinda traumatized to read it again lol. I really like how it's written tho like how the story is panned out through each memento BUUUT the hurt/no comfort-angst is really too much for me >.< (that's saying smth cuz I love angst too)

Anyways... for the song recs, I checked out the album of Bocchi's VA and I really like the songs. "STEP&CLAP" became one of my fave! It's SUUUPER CUTE and bubbly and I can totally see Bocchi & Nijika dancing to this or maybe Bocchi singing this to Nijika cuz when I translated the lyrics, the line: "it's a miracle that we met" and the rest of the song just scream BoNiji! It made me so giddy I cried tears of joy a bit xD

Also love あやめ色の夏に / 透明人間 & ツギハギ which kinda reaching but it also remind me of boniji esp with tsugihagi's lyrics making me think of Bocchi's thoughts abt the first uncertain years with Nijika when they did end up in a relationship. I could ramble more abt that scenario but I don't think it'll be coherent 😅😅 Also!! don't you think Ayame no Iro kinda sounds like Aoi Haru to Nishi no Sora (one of Kessoku Band's new song)? I just think it's nice :))

Onto HC 1!! I really like the idea of Seika wanting to be a big sis figure to Bocchi/is the no. 1 boniji supporter. I like to think the closer Bocchi & Nijika become, the less tsuntsuntsun~dere Seika becomes lol and is willing to open/lighten up/support them. Also from her advice of "I'm watching over you" to Bocchi turns into "Watch over/take care of my sis/each other" eventually when BoNiji starts to date <3

HC 2! Gosh the inferiority complex thing makes me think of that arc(?) in the manga where the anime ended, when Bocchi was revealed as "guitar hero" by Poison Yami and the Band esp Nijika thinks they're not good enough when it comes to skills compare to her?!! Aughhh. And their first meeting?! It's so dear to me, like they're fated to meet (soulmates if you will) and the symbolism! Not only did Nijika brought light but also brought color into Bocchi's monotone life (Nijika's name meaning rainbow and all xD)

HC 3! OUGH! the passing down Nijika's ribbon to Bocchi actually reminds me of a Madoka Magica AU! (tho it's inevitable to associate my OTP with the yuri gods lol) With Bocchi wearing the ribbon on her hair and being the only one who remembers Nijika...OR!! vice versa where Nijika wears Bocchi's cubes and I'd like to visualize with that scene in the last ep of PMMM, Futari (being Madoka's lil bro) is drawing Bocchi (Madoka) on the sand, sees Nijika wearing the cubes and goes: "Bocchi-chan! Bocchi-chan!"; N: "Yep, it looks just like her..." 😭😭😭 *explodes*

HC 3 cont'd! I'm kinda curious to know what's the rash thing Nijika's gonna do if Bocchi's the one who passed away... 👀💦

HC 4! Hell yeah! Trans Bocchi valid!! I also hc boniji to be lesbians (kinda obvious) and in the the ace spectrum. Also autistic Bocchi!! (◔‿◔) 🎉🎉🎉

HC 5! Another convo? Like in ep8? You know what, me too! And if we're lucky (for a possible BTR S2), maybe the anime could make an original scene like a callback to ep8... (reaching, but here's to hoping 👀🤞🙌) Also!! You know that manga chapter where after watching Sideros perform as the winners of the Mikakunin riot, Bocchi & Nijika started to cry(my bbys!!) bc despite their efforts to win they're still heavy-hearted that they lost. I wanted so bad for them to hug and comfort each other like aughhh!!! My girls, it's ok it's ok, you did good, you can hug it out, console one another!!! Like those two really need to hug each other but both manga & anime are holding back on their closeness and uh *cough*rather push the bo/kita propaganda*cough* I'm kinda bitter that the anime cut out an entire chapter with this scene

And pretty much cut out the scene at the last episode where Nijika is talking to the staff that sells Bocchi her new guitar, and was then given the title of "Angel of ShimoKitazawa" *curses! I hate that they removed that *sigh* well at least we got Bocchi sniffing Nijika's hair & the vending machine original scene in the anime but I'm still bummed out 😤😑

HC 6! BoNiji living together! Kessoku band sharehouse would be so chaotic and hell for Nijika tho, reminds me of that manga chapter where Ryo & Kita crashed at Nijika's room and they've become so bothersome while she's studying that she got pissed and kicked them out lmao. Bocchi would literally be the only one Nijika prefer to stay while she's studying cuz she'll just be quiet doing her own thing, and when on her free time maybe they'll cuddle/play games/do some acoustic jamming/maybe cook together...all that mushy domestic couple stuff :>

HC 7! Touchy BoNiji! The thought of them being cuddly alone together esp like offstage after every concert, Bocchi would nuzzle up to Nijika to recharge her social battery while Nijika plays with Bocchi's hair <- This scenario was actually inspired from a boniji doujin "I've always wanted to meet you" by Orikuchi Hirata I read on Mangadex. IT'S MY FAVE! and it gave me a lot of emotions! I wanna know what u think abt it if you (already) read it! ^^

HC 8-10! I kinda ran out of words to express my thoughts BUT I really like these HCs too!! Emotionally supportive & perceptive boniji *chef's kiss* The "guitar hero" reveal scene *legendary* BoNiji picking up each other's personality *wonderful* Bocchi & Nijika really does complement each other 🥰💗💛

HC 11! AWEEEE!! Nijika doodling Bocchi is sooo cute!! Actually wouldn't it be interesting that the chibi versions of Kessoku Band at the EDs are actually Nijika's doodles?? Achhkkk I'm dying of cuteness!!

Hoooboy!! This also got long... and btw op I think it's obvious to say that I'm the asker o/ hiii! Really sorry my supposed reply is super late and got super rambly 😅 I wanna ramble more but I'm kinda conscious barging in ur dms out of nowhere and idk how to initiate a convo ><💦

I also want to draw and post boniji stuff too (on my side blog which I kinda abandoned due to a never-ending art block) like a bunch of prompts and comic ideas that I wanna draw someday but so far I've only written them down and haven't sketched anything yet ಥ‿ಥ however I do have boniji amv/edit ideas (I'm a mediocre editor tho and I only have BTR eps in a crunchyass quality xd). I currently have a draft of a boniji x hana no tou (lycoreco ed) and I'm working on an ambitious self indulgent STEP&CLAP edit after listening to it on loop

Also thank u too for answering my ask! I'm reaaally glad I found someone on tumblr that shares the same boniji brainrot as me. Kinda disheartening tho that the boniji tag on tumblr is so very few the moment I started to brainrot abt them just last month... I'm like starved for content so I went to twt for fanart (tho it's nice to see the abundance of it. I still have to navigate through it cuz you can't really avoid weird stuff some jp artists sometimes makes)

This reply is also messy that I think I would overload tumblr's tags if I did end up putting it there (which I intended to do the first time but I reconsider and put it in an rb) and took me hours to write everything here lol I was hyperfocused sm that I forgot to eat (๑•﹏•) (I hope it's readable too...?)

Lastly, the Kessoku relationships chart...holy shit?!! It actually adds up my HP cuz how accurate it is?! like it's literally how I see their relationships!!

Also, was this you're referring to abt Nijika cosplaying? If so, they're both rocking that outfit!

hiiii :3 I noticed ur one (of a few) ppl who ships boniji on tumblr, and I wanna know if you know any accounts/artists who ships them so I could follow them to satiate my boniji fixation >.< Also, some bocchi x nijika questions I wanna personally ask: what songs do you recommend that reminds you of them? Also, what are some boniji fanfics you recommend/like? I probably already read most of their fics but I wanna know what others like. Lastly, ur personal boniji headcanons if you don't mind sharing... 👉👈

I only ask blogs rarely cuz I'm shy so no need to answer immediately...

I'm just brainrotting over boniji so much! im so normal about them (◔‿◔)

AWAWAWA i love boniji like so much like too much like its become my main personality trait!

but youre right!!! it feels like boniji fans are mostly japan natives and there dont seem to be many english speaking boniji fans! ohhh i wish there was more of a following! imagine a boniji zine in the west! i would pay money to get involved with that

im kind of embarrassed about shoving my ships in ppls faces all the time and this might get long and its just me like rambling about my OTP so like .. gona put it under a read more lol. seriously this post is like almost 2k words long thats longer than my average fanfic chapter

i hate to be a shill but im going to be a shill for my fic recommendations:

ive been working on a lowkey corny boniji hanahaki fic on AO3 and some other oneshots, so maybe you would be willing to check my own stuff out?? (if u want .-. im really amateur with this stuff despite being an art student lol) its been on hiatus for like half a year but im just adhd af and keep restarting. im still working on it frequently tho and im secretly hoping to start updating on a consistent basis soon. but i also liked fics like "Midnight and Daydreams" and "Bubblegum Detergent" and "A Sellout Night" and "Just Enough to be Enough" and "A Kiss is Not A Cure". MANNN i remember that last one fucked me up bad when it was posted. it was only the second ever dedicated boniji fic and like I LOVE angst but with how small the sample size of fics was at the time it was like AUFHAUIJKADGF. all those fics are super super good though! i also love the third one, i love the trans bocchi HC personally

umm as far songs songs tho, i guess the ones i associate with boniji most are:

"veil" by keina suda, i remember drafting some animatic for an angsty AU of Hitori living on post-Kessoku

"STEP&CLAP" by yoshino aoyama (aka yoppi aka bocchis VA <3), i think yoppi making the song speaks for itself but its a rly cute song and i love thinking of Hitori and Nijika like tap dancing to it?? check out the rest of yoppi's debut album too!! her voice is so pretty and i was so happy finding out that there are 11 songs with her voice, instead of the 1 from the anime

idk why but i also think of them a lot when listening to PMMM's ost by yuki kaijuri, like "desiderium" and "not yet" and "mada dame yo"? these r kinda a stretch though but idk!!

i also like compiling music that reminds me of them into spotify playlists, if youd like some inspiration for your own! this one and also this angstier one

i have a lot of boniji headcanons but i feel like its hard for me to like list them all in one spot because they usually come to me with context during relevant conversations?? but ill list whatever i can think of!:

this ones not necessarily boniji but i was thinking about it like an hour ago, but i really like the idea of Seika being a huge boniji supporter. like in the source material she already finds Bocchi really cute, so I get the impression she would really like to be an older sister figure for Bocchi (and probably gets jealous of Kikuri for holding that spot in Bocchi's life lol), and so Nijika being a potential love interest for Bocchi would make Seika double down hard on supporting boniji. she'd probably be the one who brings Bocchi up to Nijika more than Nijika would bring her up to Seika?? i also like to imagine that for Seika she has a similar complex to Yoyoko. but instead of "Bocchi is stealing my spot as Hiroi's younger sister figure," it would be "Kikuri is stealing my spot as Bocchi's older sister figure" LOL . if that makes any sense at all

this ones actually taken from a japanese twitter user, but they moved on from boniji after the anime ended. but they had some headcanons that REALLY stuck with me. my favorite was the idea that Bocchi and Nijika both have inferiority complexes with one another. iirc their (translated) words were along the lines of "Bocchi thinks of Nijika as a pure, comforting light in her life, one that could be muddied if Bocchi got involved with her. On the other hand, Nijika thinks of Bocchi as a reliable hero who outshines an ordinary girl like her." i just REALLY like it. it also reminds me of this conversation that Yoppi and Suzushiro had on the BTR podcast, about Bocchi and Nijika's first meeting! like nijika literally brought light into Bocchi's life awdsfsgdhgfjh

actually that same user above also made a tweet that is the reason why i associate Keina Suda's "veil" with boniji! they made a tweet about an AU idea, where, in the event that Nijika would ever pass away, Seika would give Bocchi her ribbon, which Hitori would wear from that point onwards as she continues to play music to honor Nijika's memory. they also suggested that in the opposite event of Hitori passing away, Nijika would possibly do something very rash out of despair but thats dark hahaha!!!!

i kinda think this goes without saying and i think its actually a fairly common HC for BTR characters in general, but I can definitely see Bocchi being trans

I like to imagine that shortly after Volume 2, Bocchi and Nijika would probably have another conversation

eventually, i'm sure if Bocchi and Nijika pursued a relationship that they'd eventually move in together (or like into the same room? if Kessoku Band had a sharehouse?), and since both Bocchi and Nijika tend to be minimalistic with their room decor, their shared room would again become filled with a ton of Ryo's clothes and items and instruments, like how Nijika's room at Seika's apartment is

i think they'd both end up being really touchy with each other, especially when nervous? Bocchi kind of already does this when she's in new places (eg bringing Kita to Shimokitazawa, or going to FOLT for the first time and being dragged by Nijika), but I think it would grow to them finding comfort with each other?

idk if this is necessarily a HC but i really like how Bocchi and Nijika emotionally support each other, even in source. Nijika is shown to have a really good read on Bocchi (to the point of Bocchi worrying that Nijika is actually a psychic), knowing Bocchi's common thought processes, and picking up from Bocchi's mother during her first visit to Kanazawa that karaage chicken can bring Bocchi out of her anxiety attacks, and seems to be the only character who actually comments on Bocchi's growth as an individual and actively tries to facilitate it; but she also doesn't lovebomb Bocchi with praise, striking what seems to be a good balance for pushing Bocchi but also being a reliable confidant for her too.

one of my favorite details from the anime that i really feel doesnt get talked about as often as it should is when Nijika finally notices that Bocchi is guitarhero! she definitely wasn't the first to notice (Seika noticed first, but it seemed like Seika only knew about guitarhero via Nijika. When she notices that Bocchi's playing sounds familiar, her thought process immediately goes towards wondering why Nijika isn't noticing, and then she just tells them to get back to work) but she was the first one that Bocchi admits it too. but my favorite part is how Bocchi says that she wanted to change and grow as a person before telling them the truth, and she says that she especially wanted to grow before Nijika in particular found out! its just really cute, i love how Bocchi was worried about disappointing Nijika. and i like how, after some growth, Bocchi's dream turns from "becoming popular" to "making Kessoku Band the best band it can be" which is like almost basically the same as Nijika's dream! and so it's really nice when Bocchi doubles down on that goal by not remotely entertaining the idea of leaving Kessoku Band, even when goaded by promises of popularity.

last headcanon! because i ran out of thoughts and just came up with this on the spot. but i also like the idea that as the years go on, Bocchi and Nijika in particular may kind of become more similar in personality. i mean, they'd definitely still be distinctly them, but i like to think that Bocchi would eventually start picking up more optimistic habits and stop grimacing all the time, while Nijika would eventually become a little more lax and not reflexively try to dismiss her own negative feelings via looking at the silver lining. i thought of that when Nijika kinda dismisses her family dynamics with her mother's passing and her father's neglect after Kessoku's first real performance, as well as Nijika seeming to admit after inhaling Bocchi Dust(?) during her and Kita's Kanazawa visit that some of her optimism is performative

ok another one Nijika seems to have her art skills commented on sometimes so i like to imagine she has doodles of Bocchi in her sketchbook (alongside everyone else but mostly Bocchi). like think of like Miles Morales drawing a ton of Gwen Stacy like that kinda deal but with Nijika drawing Bocchi. and like Bocchi finds the sketchbook and Nijika freaks out and Bocchi actually doesnt look bc she doesnt want to do something wrong. but then Ryo or Kita take it and look instead and then show Bocchi and Bocchi melts into a flustered puddle

wowwow this got long! sorry! i really mean it when im like OBSESSED with these two like i think ive thought about them on a daily basis ever since the episode aired where Nijika bought Bocchi a cola. isnt that cute, too!? she picked up on Bocchi's favorite soda so quickly! and her buying a box of energy drinks for Bocchi despite not understanding why at all! girlfriend behavior

i really really want to make more boniji content, i'd like to be more active in posting my fics and drabbles and drawings, someday soon. right now most of my boniji content is just illegible sketches in my sketchbook lol

also thank u so much for like sending this ask im like BEGGING internally all the time to be given the chance to talk about them! i dont think theyre like a rarepair or anything, especially with them seeming to be like the second most popular BTR ship in japan, but i do think that not many people talk to them in the english side of the fandom! theyre super super cute and have really good chemistry.

this entire post is probably like a total carwreck i hope its even readable

ill also use this post as an excuse to post my own HCs for a Kessoku Band's relations chart. it's a bonus for reading this far. i'm sorry for draining 22 HP from you with this brain dump

#bocchi the rock!#boniji #long post #OUGH! I love boniji too! it's my current comfort ship <3

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intrepidacious · 3 years ago

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blind roads

summary: "I'm James Bucky Barnes. This is my charming fiancée. We rob banks." (or, the Bonnie and Clyde AU literally no one asked for.)

pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader

word count: 4.4k

warnings: gunshot injuries and unsafe driving; a bit of smut if you squint; bucky is his own warning in this one y'all; just a couple committing crimes offscreen and being obsessed with each other

please note that my blog is rated 18+. minors dni. ageless/empty blogs will be blocked without warning.

a/n: surprise! no one including myself expected this fic, but here we are. while this story draws inspiration from the lives of two very real people who died eighty-eight years ago, it is mostly influenced by the broadway musical and the 1967 movie. in no way do i mean to suggest that this glamourised version of events is how things happened, or to tell you anything about morality. i just wanted to make that very clear <3

on a somewhat related note, even though faye dunaway (in the picture on the left, taken from the movie) is a white lady, the reader is not described as such. if i fucked up within the story please let me know (nicely) and i'll fix things

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You’d have to cauterize his arm.

It was a fact you knew deep in your gut, even though the thought alone was enough to make you sick.

You weren’t exactly a nurse, but you’d seen enough people get hurt even before these past couple of months to know that if a wound hadn’t stopped bleeding after a certain amount of time, you had to force it to or it wouldn’t. And Bucky’d been bleeding for a lot longer than that now.

The headlights of the other car had long since disappeared from the rear view mirror, but his foot didn’t release the accelerator a single inch. He’d always been one hell of a driver.

Today, he just looked like hell.

"We need to stop," you told him, but he didn’t take his eyes off the road, not even to send you a reassuring glance. That was when you knew it really was bad.

The blood had started trickling onto the creme colored car seat, and you scooted closer to lean over him and press another ripped piece of cloth from your skirt to the wound. You felt it pulsing under your fingers, and Bucky flinched so hard the car swerved and you yelped. His right hand grabbed onto your thigh and held you steady.

"Bucky," you said again, trying to convey the seriousness of the situation, "we need to stop and get you wrapped up, or you’re gonna die."

"Are you hurt, sugar?"

It was the first time he’d spoken since the shootout.

"Only if you die on me now, baby." There was a hitch in your voice that made his grasp tighten.

"I know a place," he said blankly, letting the engine roar.

He kept driving, and he kept bleeding, and you started praying for the first time in years.

***

You met James Buchanan Barnes in the early winter of 1930, when every customer that came into the diner had to spend half a minute beating the snow off their coats before they sat down. From the moment his eyes met yours you could feel that the path that your life was on would be veering off into a different direction, one that there was no turning back from. And the fact of the matter was, you didn’t mind one bit.

"You make that pie there yourself, sweetheart?" he asked, putting his hat down on the counter next to him without looking away from your face for a single second.

Normally, you wouldn’t let anyone speak to you like that; your ma’d had to have a stern word with you more than once because you kept cussing out rude and sleazy men. But this one … he was different. And not just because he was fine as a devil.

There was something else entirely in those blue eyes of his. A different kind of dangerous; a grander one.

So you raised your eyebrows and poured his coffee. "Why don’t you buy a slice and find out, handsome?"

"Now I feel you’re settin’ me up," he said, a crooked grin spreading on his face.

"Girl’s gotta make a business."

He put another coin on the counter. "Pretty girl like you ain’t got better things to do?"

"Where d’you want me to start?" you said, cutting his slice a bit larger than you were supposed to. "The sweepin’, the moppin’ or the standin’ in the kitchen?"

"So many talents, and a gorgeous face on top of it," he mused, his smile widening so far you could see one of his teeth was a little chipped. "You’re definitely wasted 'round here."

"And where d’you suppose I should go instead?" you said, wiping your hands on your flower-embroidered apron.

"Come with me." The way he said it wasn’t arrogant, or pleading, or demanding. It was simply a request, an invitation, and his eyes were so soft, then. As if all his sharp edges had been softened by a few minutes of looking at you.

So you laughed. "I don’t even know you."

"We should straighten that out," he said, putting his hat back on only to tip it. "James Buchanan Barnes. Friends call me Bucky."

"What should I call you, then?" you teased.

"Anything you want, sugar."

You knew in that moment you’d write your parents a note that very same night and go with him, wherever the road would take you. It was as if your souls had been waiting to meet.

Bucky finally took a bite of pie and hummed in delight. "I knew it," he said. "Sweetest thing I ever tasted."

He said the same thing after you kissed him later that night, and then again some time after that, his eyes darkening a little more whenever he did, and holy cow.

He was going to be the death of you.

***

The car rolled to a stop in front of a rundown bar on the backstreet of a suburb just over the state line. Bucky’s skin had turned ashen, and sweat kept beading on his face like dew drops.

You were running out of time.

It took you almost five minutes to get Bucky out of the car. He was barely standing, and you half-dragged him to the door, banging at it with your broken heel. Finally, the door opened a few inches.

"What on earth—" the man on the other side began saying.

"We need your help, please," you interrupted. "I’m afraid he’ll die."

"Sam," Bucky rasped. "I’m sorry, pal."

Sam Wilson cursed. "Get him through to the left," he told you before slamming the door again.

You almost started crying when the two of you stumbled down the side street; you kept talking quietly to Bucky, terrified he’d lose consciousness and just collapse on top of you. You could feel your sleeve getting soaked in his blood.

The side door to the bar was hidden between shrubs and old wooden containers, and you basically fell the few stairs inside.

"New management," Sam said as a way of apology, taking a quick look outside to confirm no one had seen you enter, and then double bolted the door. "Walker catches you, we’re all dead before either of you can say 'God bless America'."

"Let’s say somethin’ else, then," Bucky grunted, rolling his weight off your shoulders and staggering to the table to sit down. "What happened to Steve?"

"Retired," Sam said, rolling his eyes as he briskly started opening cabinets, pulling out alcohol and bandages. "Moved to Indiana last spring, with his girl. I thought you knew."

"We haven’t been in touch a lot," you said, taking the bottle out of his hand and forcing a large swig down. Your eyes started to burn. "Could you boil some water?"

"You’re gonna need more than hot water."

"I know," you murmured and took another drink. "Alright," you said, handing Bucky the bottle. "Neither of us is gonna like this next part, baby, but I need you to stay awake and I need you to stay quiet."

He nodded, blinking hard as if your first request was already a conscious effort.

You scrubbed your hands until they felt raw before you took a deep gulp of air and swallowed down the bile that was already threatening to rise. Everything was going to be fine.

Sam held Bucky down as you reached into the large wound on his shoulder and slowly started to pry the bullet out, blood spilling over your fingers.

***

"You wrote a poem about me?" Bucky laughed, fondness spilling out of his eyes. "Oh, you are so in love, sugar."

You slapped your notebook against his naked arm. "If you’re not gonna take me seriously, I swear—"

"I’m sorry—"

"—don’t laugh at me—"

"—I think it’s sweet—"

"—or I will walk right out that door—" You gasped when his hand found its way to the back of your neck, shutting down your train of thought and making your annoyance dissipate all at once.

"My lips," he told you seriously, "are sealed."

"Good," you said softly, your eyes flickering downwards to confirm he was telling the truth. It made him smirk, his breath ghosting against your mouth. "Now. Pay attention, big shot."

You flipped your notebook open again, trying to find where you stopped reading. Bucky’s fingers lazily traced along your shoulders, down the slope of your back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

"'… because I once knew James / when he was honest and upright and clean'," you repeated, giving him a pointed look.

Bucky pouted. "I hate it when you call me James."

"Well, nothing rhymes with Bucky," you laughed.

"Hm," he murmured, his eyelids heavy again. "I could think of some things that almost do."

"You’re horrible." You shook your head teasingly. "I thought you were gonna pay attention."

"Oh, I will." He pulled the notebook out of your hand, and you shivered. "I’ll pay such good attention to you, sugar."

Well. He was a man of his word, alright.

***

After Bucky’s arm was finally wrapped up and he fell into a fitful sleep right there on the table, you slumped down on the ground next to him. The air smelled of singed flesh.

Sam wordlessly handed you another bowl of warm water and some rags to wash the blood off your face and arms. A new set of clothes for each of you was set out on a chair.

"What about you?" he asked, his back still turned as you changed.

"I’m fine," you said tonelessly. Your leg still hurt, but you’d been living with that twisted ankle for a while now; no need to draw additional attention to it.

Not after the ordeal you just went through.

"Are you?" Sam pushed. "They upped the bounty on your heads again, you know that? Changed it to dead or alive, too."

"Buck’s gonna love that," you said, pulling Sarah Wilson’s blouse over your head. "Did they use the new headshots?"

"You know this isn’t a joke, right? Whole country’s waitin’ for the two of you to get caught."

"If they made an actual move instead of just waitin’, I might be worried," you said, smoothing down the fabric. "I’m decent."

The frown lines were deep on Sam’s face when he looked at Bucky, who was still passed out, and then back at you. "He means a lot to me, too, you know," he said slowly. "But is his sorta life really worth all that trouble?"

"I’d die without him," you said without a moment’s hesitation.

Sam contemplated you for a moment and then sighed. "He’d say the same thing about you."

A shadow of a smile hushed across your face for the first time in hours, and exhaustion hit you with a strange sort of comfort when you looked at Bucky. "Yes," you said, "I suppose he would."

***

"Honey, I’m home!"

Your heart gave a flutter and you grinned to yourself when you heard Bucky’s voice over the sputtering motor, and the door opened while the car was still rolling to a stop. He still wore his dad’s dog tags from the Great War, and did it with such pride you’d think he’d fought in it himself. They jingled with each bounding step he came towards you.

"I could get used to this," you told him as he wrapped his arms around you from behind while you stirred the large pot of soup on the stove. Bucky chuckled, his mouth finding that spot on your neck just below the ear.

"Ew," Rebecca commented and loudly flicked through her magazine. "Bank’s closed."

"That’s too bad," Bucky said, but did let go of you. "If only there was a way around that sorta thing."

"D’you have any trouble?" you asked with a concerned look.

"As if." He started chopping up the pile of vegetables you’d set aside for the main course. "None of 'em drive fast enough to make me any trouble."

Pulling a job always made him thrum with excess energy. It was hard to take your eyes off him.

"How much did you get?" Rebecca said, frowning at him.

"Enough to pick up some meat for dinner on my way back."

"Are you serious!" She hurried to the window to look out at the driveway. "Ma’s gonna kill you, but I might just smooch ya."

"Bank’s closed," Bucky said dryly, but his sister ignored him, already running outside.

He shook his head, only stopping when you took it between your hands and kissed him. With a surprised hum, he put the knife down to circle his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.

You kept kissing him until the soup threatened to boil over, breaking away from him with a breathy laugh. "You look good in the kitchen," you told him and pulled the pot off the heat.

"Why, thank you, ma’am," Bucky grinned, his eyes still a bit hazy. "Were you worried about me, sugar?"

"You know I was," you said simply.

"My darling." He pressed his lips to your forehead. "I brought something for you, too. Remember that display you were lookin’ at on Main Street last month?"

"Did you buy me a dress?" you smiled.

"I bought the whole display."

You gasped and threw your arms around him again. "Oh, you are so in love, baby," you grinned against his lips, and Bucky laughed.

"Nice’a you to catch up, sugar."

"Hm," you said quietly. "There’s still some time before everyone gets back."

"I know," Bucky sighed. "I should get the car packed before they do. Make sure we’ve got everythin’ loaded for tomorrow."

"I’d rather make sure you really are alright."

"I told you I’m—"

You started loosening his tie. "I better check," you said, stressing every syllable. "Very. Carefully."

That seemed to shut him up.

***

Bucky’s fever finally broke in the early afternoon, and by the time Sam snuck you dinner, by some sort of miracle, he was sitting upright again, leaning against the shelves of the storage room, his hand itching for his gun when the door opened.

"I don’t know what’s runnin’ through your veins, man, but I’m glad it ain’t mortal blood," Sam said, helping you clean Bucky’s wounds once more and get him into the borrowed shirt.

Bucky’s eyes were still glazed over in a way you didn’t like at all, but he was eating and answering questions, and you hoped that counted for something. You still stayed awake while he dozed off again, your own food mostly untouched. You kept staring at the bloody bandages around his arm, willing him to heal faster.

Like you told Sam; you couldn’t bear to live without him.

Bucky stirred again a few hours later and caught you worrying the hem of your skirt while looking at him with a blank expression. His quiet groan as he sat up drew your attention.

"Where’d you go, sugar?" His rough fingertips softly carressed your cheekbones, your jawline, the nape of your neck. You forced a smile.

"Just daydreamin’," you said, bumping your nose against his.

"Of me, I hope." He sounded more like himself again, and you sighed.

"Always." The taste of iron lingered in his mouth.

"Where’d Sam go?" he asked when you pulled back.

"I think he’s still workin’," you said, wiping a remaining spec of blood from his brow. There was a lot of noise upstairs. "He’s gonna try and pass our letters along."

Both of you kept writing to your families, leaving notes with relatives and friends to pass back along to your mothers. In the early days of being on the run, you’d still been able to phone home every week or so, even go back for several days at a time; now, with the coppers monitoring your every move, it was easier to go weeks without contact than accidentally saying a wrong word that had them back at your rear bumper within the hour.

You could tell the gears were turning in Bucky’s head when he looked at you. "What is it, baby?"

"D’you regret it?" There was fear in those fearless eyes of his. You hated it more than anything. "Because there’s still time to turn back for you."

"How could I regret the best thing to ever happen to me?"

He shook his head. "You deserve …" The weight of his gaze dizzied you. "You deserve everything. A quiet life. You always wanted that."

"Before I knew you, maybe," you said, this smile coming easier. "I deserve the kind of love we’ve got, don’t you think? Not a lot of folks are as lucky as we are."

Bucky grimaced, his eyes turned towards the ground. "It’s gonna mean staying on the run for the rest of our days, sugar, and there probably won’t be that many. I killed at least two of their men, they’re not gonna let me get away with that."

"Listen to me very carefully, James Buchanan Barnes," you said, your voice unwavering. "I’d much rather get only a few more hours in which we have each other, and get to love and fight and talk and run from every damn person who put a target on our backs, together. Rather than fifty or more years without you next to me. You hear me?"

He still didn’t reply, so you took his right hand into both of yours, squeezing it tightly.

"You and me forever, baby," you said, kissing the back of his hand. "You know I’d be wasted anywhere else."

The breath of air he let out sounded so relieved it broke your heart. "How did I get so lucky with you?" he said quietly, his forehead resting against yours.

You fell asleep with your head in his lap, Bucky playing with your hair and listening to your slow breaths until he followed you into your dreams.

***

"Hey."

"Hm?"

"Sweetheart."

"What?"

You turned in sleepy annoyance and found yourself eye to eye with a diamond as big as the nail on your thumb. Your mouth went dry.

"What the hell—" You blinked at the gem, then at Bucky. "What is this?"

"A ring."

"I can see that." A nervous laugh fell out of your mouth. "What are you doing?"

"Proposing."

"Like this?"

He smirked. "How would you prefer me to do it?"

"I—I don’t know, clothed? Maybe?" you huffed, suddenly very awake. "On your knee?"

He rolled off the bed and slumped to his knees, producing his hat from under the bed with an exaggerated flourish and putting it on. "Better?" he asked calmly, looking up at you.

You rose to your elbows. "Where’d you even get that?" you asked, still looking at the diamond ring. It was the most sparkly, brilliant thing you’d ever seen.

Bucky shrugged with one shoulder. "It was my ma’s."

"I didn’t know your ma’s married to Rockefeller."

"I pried it off a nun."

"James."

"Would you just give me an answer?" His eyes sparkled in both mischief and desperation, and you knew he wasn’t gonna tell you. Not that you cared that much, to be honest.

"You’re actually serious."

"As serious as I’ve ever been, sugar."

You kissed him, pulling him in by his dog tags. Bucky groaned into it.

"So," he said when you finally relented, "is that a yes?"

You laughed, your eyes watering. "You haven’t actually asked me, you jerk."

He bumped his nose against yours with a smile. "Marry me?"

"Yes." You said it into his mouth and sighed it against his shoulder, and when he slipped the ring onto your finger, it was a perfect fit.

Heavy, but perfect.

***

Sam helped you haul Bucky back to the stolen car, carrying most of his weight while you made sure his arm kept still.

The car’d been hidden under some canvas and empty boxes overnight, and you pulled them off quickly. Your things were still on the backseat.

"So where are you goin’?" Sam asked.

"North for now, I think," you said. "It’s Becca’s birthday next week, so we gotta make a quick stop home."

"Aren’t the feds gonna know about that?"

"Maybe … Oh, absolutely not, baby," you said when Bucky attempted to open the driver’s door. "You still need to rest, I’m not lettin’ you get your heart rate up."

"By threatenin’ to drive?"

"You are an awful, horrible man," you said and he kissed you with a grin.

"And I don’t deserve you," he said quietly.

"That’s right." You closed the door behind him, but he put his right arm through the window and grabbed your hand. His thumb grazed tenderly along your knuckles.

Sam coughed uncomfortably.

"You’ll come to the wedding, won’t you?" you asked, turning back to face him without letting go of Bucky. "We wanna keep it small, but everyone we care about has business 'round Dallas this time of year anyway."

"I’ll try my best," Sam said, kissing you on the cheek.

"Thanks for everything, man." Bucky leaned out the window while you circled over to the other side of the car.

"Try to stay alive, alright," Sam said quietly. "Not for me, for her."

Bucky’s smile was grim, but determined. "Every day."

You slipped into the driver’s seat, ignoring the blood stains on the leather. "We’ll send a postcard," you said.

Sam tapped the roof of the car as you started the motor. "Give 'em hell."

***

The kid was staring, but you kept the smile on your face as you leaned against the car, relishing in the sunlight on your skin. You didn’t worry about him. He couldn’t be older than ten and his nose was wrinkled anxiously, and you had a loaded gun within reach on the seat behind you.

You didn’t want it to come to anything like that, of course, but it was better to be prepared these days.

Bucky was taking his sweet time to pay the gas. Normally, you’d enjoy the opportunity to stretch your legs and walk around for a bit, but your ankle was badly swollen from when you took that fall during the heist at HS Bank. There was no evading those round brown eyes.

"I’ve seen you."

You looked at the boy, tilting your head. "Have you, now?"

He nodded, raising his chin defiantly. "In the papers. My aunt makes me put them in the chicken coop. I like to look at the pictures."

You swallowed, looking over your shoulder for Bucky, but he was still talking to the clerk inside. "D’you like the chickens, too?" you asked the kid, trying to distract him.

He shrugged. "They peck at my fingers. But they’re better than spiders, I guess."

"Those are creepy, aren’t they?"

The boy nodded, then squinted at you. "You’re prettier than your picture."

You laughed. "What’s your name, kid?"

"Peter."

"Why, thank you, Peter. You’re a real gentleman."

"Are you talkin’ about me, sugar?" Bucky finally came back into view, carrying two large paper bags full of preserves and another full cannister of gas.

You raised your eyebrows, but he only winked at you.

"Pete! I told you to leave the customers alone, honey." The gas station clerk, a woman in her mid-thirties, came to stand in the door frame.

"That’s alright, ma’am," you said. "He’s been very polite."

Peter nodded. "Doesn’t she look prettier than her picture, Aunt May?"

You could tell the exact moment the woman put two and two together, because she immediately pulled Peter behind her, keeping a hand on his shoudler. Your stomach plummeted. You glanced over at Bucky, who didn’t even flinch. He calmly finished loading everything onto the back seat and then wiped his hands on his trousers.

"That’s what I always say," he told Peter, opening the passenger door for you. "Pete, was it?"

The kid nodded from behind his aunt’s back.

"I’m James Bucky Barnes. This is my charming fiancée."

"How d’you do," you said flatly, adding your name.

"We rob banks."

You looked at Bucky in surprise, but his smile didn’t waver. The woman’s gaze darted between the two of you, and then she nodded.

"Come on inside, Pete," she told her nephew. "It’s gonna start raining soon."

Bucky tipped his hat as she ushered the child into the gas station and turned the open sign over.

"Reckless bastard," you mumbled and he chuckled. "What’re we gonna do with all that stuff?" you asked as he climbed back onto the driver’s seat.

"We’ll think of something," Bucky said, starting the engine and putting his arm out on the backrest so you could lean into his side.

You only noticed the bank foreclosure sign next to the entrance of the gas station when you were already driving away.

***

You drove for almost two full days before you deemed Bucky well and whiny enough to take over again.

"You sure?" you said skeptically, looking at his shoulder. He still moved around more stiffly than you liked, but that didn’t seem to faze him at all.

"I love you," he said, leaning against the door of the car you just switched all your things into, leaving the one with the bloodied seats behind a block over. "But this is taking forever."

"I’m drivin’ the speed limit, you know," you rolled your eyes.

"Exactly." He pecked you on the lips and climbed into the car on top of you. You stifled a yelp as he scooted you over into the passenger seat with his right arm. His long legs found home and the engine purred to life.

"You’re impossible," you mumbled and threaded your fingers through his hair as he snickered. It was getting long again.

The car rolled out of the suburbs silently, and then Bucky shifted gears and sped away through the night. You looked over your shoulder and saw only a thick cloud of dust in the pale moonlight. The houses and front yards and camps became tiny spots in the distance, and then disappeared from view entirely.

When you turned around again, there was nothing to see in front of you but the open road.

It was an illusion, but pretty nontheless.

Your road was a dead end with only one resolution, they’d made sure of that. You knew that. Bucky knew that.

His hand tightened around your thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He kept driving, your headlights the only thing carving out the path in front of you. The darkness was closing in.

Someday, you’d both go down together, and if the world had any sense of kindness, they’d bury you side by side. Maybe someday people would visit your grave every now and again, would spare a thought for the two of you, maybe even grieve you. Or maybe they’d just be relieved.

It wouldn’t matter to you, anyway.

You took Bucky’s hand and put it around you, ready for whatever came next. He leaned over for a quick kiss to your lips, and then he looked back ahead, your head resting on his shoulder.

Today was not that day.

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boymeetsweevil · 3 years ago

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Call me maybe

Grouping: Reader x Namjoon

Word Count: ~6.59k

Warnings/Themes: Club meet-cute AU, 1% angst +99% suggestive fluff, (legal!) alcohol consumption, language, flirting anxiety(?)

Summary: It all started with a stupid drinking game...

A/N: this is the One Direction wattpad-style fanfic that's been haunting me for so long. beware of that and the fact that this is unedited hahaha...

“You know the rules, girls. Whoever wins this round of rock-paper-scissors is It.”

You and your three friends, warm and bubbly from 2 rounds of shots at this point in the evening, assume your battle stances and stick your hands into the center of your table. Four hands make a square over the scattered layer of empty decorative shot glasses from the bar in the club.

There’s an air of electric excitement that comes with this game, lovingly nicknamed Hunter-Gathering. Whoever is It gets a target and has to pursue that target in hopes of bringing ‘home’ free drinks for everyone the rest of the night. But no matter how attractive the target is, you can't ever bring them home.

“Wait, wait!” Lia chimes in. “I can’t be It this time. I did it twice already and my ass still hurts from the last time.”

Dani nods seriously. “Fair enough. That means the odds are upped for the rest of you.”

“So, we’re just gonna ignore that ass thing,” another friend, Alexa, looks around the table with confused eyes.

“Do you actually want me to give you the details?” Lia smiles slowly at her from across the table.

Alexa’s face brightens with her own smile, worry evaporated. “You know what? I don’t! Never mind.”

The game begins and somehow you find yourself the lone rock amongst two pairs of scissors. Alexa and Dani laugh with relief because they don’t have to put in any work tonight. You roll your eyes to the heavens and silently question your karma.

“Are you ready to pick your target?”

“I don’t really have a choice, do I?”

“Nope!” Dani grins.

She steps forward and grabs a clean face mask out of her clutch bag and wraps it around your eyes, careful not to muss your makeup or hair. Three pairs of hands rest on your shoulders and you let them spin you lightly around a few times. Not enough to get you dizzy but just enough to make sure you don’t know what direction you’re facing anymore.

“Alright,” Dani’s voice sounds out over the music of the club. “Take your pick!”

You stick your hand out blindly and someone unties the makeshift blindfold. Everyone follows the line your hand makes all the way to a tall figure standing by the side of the bar.

He’s probably the most handsome man any of you have seen in a while. There's an intimidating aura emanating from him. You figure it's the understated all-black outfit complete with the heinously expensive watch he's wearing and the sheer height of him as he towers over people near him at the bar.

“Oh my god,” Dani whispers as you all take in the stranger’s face.

“We can finally get top shelf vodka,” Alexa pretends to wipe a tear from the corner of her eye.

“Not bad,” Lia hums in appreciation.

“Okay, why is everyone acting like I bagged him already?” Your voice grows high with nerves. “I'm pretty sure I have, like, a 2% chance of interesting him."

“What are you so worried about?” Dani crosses her arms at you. “Just do whatever you did to get those history nerds to help you out that one time."

"This is not the same thing. Those guys parted their hair 90/10 unironically and thought Diva Cups are for when you don't want to hold your pee when you stand in line for roller coasters."

"You're kidding," Lia gasps. You wish you were.

"Well, just pretend he's one of them anyway." Dani suggests, "Every guy is the same."

You can't argue with that logic.

“I mean, I can try flirting with him, but he’s probably so used to people throwing themselves at him. I don’t think anything I do would, like, make a dent, you know?”

“Babe, no. No—listen to me, okay?” Alexa takes you by the shoulders and forces you around so you can see how serious she is.

“Tonight is the last free night of vacation. After tonight, we have less than a day to get over our hangovers, pack up the Airbnb, and then catch our 6am flight back home to start the spring term. Our last night of freedom lies in your hands.”

“But, what if—”

“No ‘but’s. Do you see yourself? Do you see your skin in this fresh white two piece? Have you seen how your tits look in this off the shoulder top? That poor man doesn’t stand a chance!”

Lia murmurs her agreement in the background and Dani mentions something about fearing for the guy's soul. You think about the freakishly good pictures you all took in the stylish club bathroom when you first arrived.

“I see your point.”

You turn back toward the bar to review your target. He sips from a dark green bottle as he looks around at the people on the dance floor between your table and the bar. As he continues to scan the room, he locks eyes with you. You hold his gaze even though your instincts are screaming at you to duck for cover. Surprisingly, he gives a small smile and raises his bottle in salute.

"See, you got the hardest part down already. Just fake the rest until you make it."

You chance a look back in his direction only to catch him staring in the direction of the table. When he catches your gaze again, he whips his head away, cheeks tinging pink under the soft yellow lighting at the bar.

Alexa cackles and starts detailing all the drinks she wants made with the top shelf vodka. Lia and Dani discuss leaving early to go back and clean up the apartment so it’s clean in case you break the rules and bring this guy back for the night.

“Uh, aren’t you guys moving a little fast?”

“Aren’t you moving a little slow,” Alexa counters.

“Hold on, Lex.” Dani turns to you. “You know you don’t actually have to do this if you don’t want to, right? Hunter-Gathering is just a game, there's no pressure.”

For all their poking and teasing, you're reminded right then and there that your friends would never put you in a situation where they thought you were actually at any risk. The weight you felt on your shoulders lightens somewhat.

“No, no, I definitely still want to play, I just don’t want you guys to get your hopes up.”

“I believe in you.”

Lia bumps shoulders with you quietly. She’s not the most affectionate, so you know she really means it.

“I’ll do my best.”

You let them tweak you a little bit, fixing stray hairs and wiping away smeared lip gloss and hiking up your skirt, giving you their drink orders, before you grab your purse and phone and push in your stool.

When you finally make it to the bar, he’s in the same spot as you first found him in. He spots you once you get close enough and naturally makes room for you. You set your bag on the bar countertop before hopping up on the empty stool immediately in front of him. The movement causes your skirt to ride up even more and you’re glad you only let Lia hike it up one inch instead of three.

Dani's advice about treating this guy like any other scrub from school reverbs in the back of your head right as the nerves start to set in. With the guys in your art history class, your grade was on the line. There was no room for hesitation when you could barely draw a stick figure, much less write an essay analyzing what an old painting style could tell you about the dairy economy in a certain town like some of your classmates were doing. It was because you were desperate that you were suddenly able to transform into a femme fatale. It also helped that these guys quivered at any interaction with an adult woman.

Tonight's drinks are on the line, you tell yourself. As best you can, you try to trick yourself into entering the same mindset you were in when you would lay on the charm extra thick for the art history guys.

You let the corner of your mouth lift up in a coy smile while you survey the bar. The bartender is moving back and forth quickly to handle the high demand. A second later the girl next to you leaves her spot with a tray of 8 bright pink drinks, practically glowing in the dark. You wonder briefly if you should try to get a round of those for the table.

“—one of those before?”

His voice is deep and pleasant. When you give him a look over your shoulder, you have to suppress a gasp. Up close he's even more handsome. You really have your work cut out for you.

“What?"

"That neon pink drink," he nods back in the direction of the girl who'd taken the cotton candy pink drinks with her. "I was wondering if you'd tried them before."

“No, I haven’t,” you smile, letting your lips part slowly. His eyes dart from your painted eyes to the colored stretch of your mouth and then quickly back up. “Have you?”

“No. But I like to try new things.”

You purse your lips as if in thought, something you've seen other girls do while flirting with guys at school. “You must be pretty unpredictable, then.”

“Huh? Well, I wouldn’t say that.” He stammers a bit and nearly drops his beer bottle trying and failing to put it down. All the intimidation you felt coming from him earlier seems to have disappeared.

“I was just kidding.”

Like it has a mind of its own, your hand reaches out to rest on his arm reassuringly while you continue to laugh at him. His features clear up then and a relieved smile blooms on his face, bringing out an adorable dimple with it.

“You’re teasing me,” he realizes with a good natured huff and steps into your touch.

“You seem kinda fun to tease.” You let your hand linger a little longer before finally pulling it back.

“It’s kinda fun. You're pretty good at it.”

Oddly enough, this isn't as difficult for you as you thought it was going to be. In fact, you find yourself naturally tilting your head and fixing him with an intrigued look from under your lashes. He takes the opportunity to look you over as well, a small smile on his lips.

The personal attention does make you a little nervous despite the fact that it’s positive. So you dig in your purse to avoid looking directly at him for too long and to give your hands something to do. You brush up against a tube of lip gloss, pull it out, and reapply some to your lips.

You look back at him when you realize he’s grown quiet, only to find him following the movements of the gloss brush tracing the curve of your lips, cheeks dusted pink and eyes half-closed like he's in some sort of trance.

Experimentally you press your lips together and then purse them to make sure the gloss is distributed evenly. The man doesn't blink once. Suddenly, all his expensive apparel and large stature aren’t so intimidating.

"Is there something on my face," you smirk.

He slow blinks down at your mouth twice before realizing you're speaking again. His eyes grow wide and he raises a ringed hand to rub at the back of his neck. The movement rustles the hair covering his ears, revealing their pink tips. Cute.

"Just looking."

You laugh a little at him again. He marvels at the way the club lighting dances around in your glossy smile.

"So, how come I've never seen you here before?"

"Well...it's the first time me and my friends have come here."

"I see." He pivots to face you and leans his closest elbow on the counter of the bar. "Are you guys new to the area?"

"You could say that, yeah."

He raises an eyebrow when you don’t elaborate. Without looking away, he raises his hand to signal to the bartender that he wants another drink. When the bartender runs right over, you realize this guy actually might be a big deal. Silently you pull your card out of your wallet as the bartender makes their way over. You figure you’ll have to spend some money before you can really ask someone like him to buy drinks for your table.

"What'll it be,” the bartender asks.

"Two of those pink drinks please," he says and before you can place any order the bartender zooms away.

While the bartender starts preparing the drinks, you turn toward him.

"Who said I wanted the pink drink?"

He grins down at you, a dimple now popping up in each cheek. "Who said it's for you?"

"I'm pretty sure it's for me."

"And what makes you so sure?" He takes a step closer to you.

"Just a hunch," you hum before crossing your legs.

The white fabric of your skirt hikes up your thighs again with the movement. You smooth your palms over the soft material.

"Nice skirt."

"Yeah? You like it?"

"I like it," he admits quietly.

"And the top?" You gesture toward the pair of straps on the matching tube top, manicured nails gliding over your décolletage. He wets his lips.

"The top too."

He reaches out one large hand to one of the straps that have fallen over your shoulder. The drag of his fingers against your bare arm as he fixes it makes you shiver. You lament the loss of contact when pulls his hand back.

The bartender arrives with your drinks then, startling the both of you out of the little staring competition that had spontaneously started. The pink drink seems to glow from within, topped with whipped cream and full of little round ice cubes made from some sort of darker rose syrup floating in the liquid like lava in a lava lamp. The color barely prepares you for the thick sweetness that floods your mouth on the first sip.

"Oh, that's kinda..."

He huffs a laugh around his own first swallow and nods in agreement.

"Not what you wanted?"

"It's just really sweet. You like it?”

He shrugs. “It’s alright. But—"

The way he cuts himself off has you confused for a moment before he's reaching towards you cautiously. You're not too sure what's going on until you feel the pad of his thumb swipe over the corner of your lips carrying away some of the whipped topping from the drink. Your eyes widen when instead of wiping the cream on one of the cocktail napkins available on the counter he brings his thumb to his own lips. In a fraction of a second the cream is gone, but you're left feeling a rush of fluttering warmth on the side of your mouth and in the center of your chest.

"You think your friends would like these?” He slides his drink to the side so he can lean on his elbow and turn to you again. Now's your chance.

“Um, I don’t think this is really their style.”

“What is their style?”

You rattle off their drinks of choice, making sure to mention their favorite brands with a sigh. Of course, whenever you play this game, the brands can change depending on the budget of whoever’s buying. This time, you make sure to name drop as much as possible, per Alexa's request.

“Sounds like your friends really know what they like.”

“Yeah, they have really…unique tastes.” You falter a little under his amused stare. “But we don’t always drink that way. I mean, not every bar even carries all those to begin with.”

“That’s true.” He nods. “This bar has every single of them, though. Pretty lucky, huh?”

“Yep,” you chirp. You’re not sure if you’re in trouble or not because he’s still smiling. He seems to be onto the game, but doesn’t seem bothered by it.

“Well, it would be a shame not to welcome you all to the city. Get whatever you want. My treat.”

“Are you sure?”

You place your hand on his arm again and squeeze for good measure. You don’t miss the way his large bicep flexes under your touch. After a beat, he brings his hand up to grasp yours and holds it while signaling to the bartender again. You give him a blindingly bright smile and he strokes his thumb over your knuckles.

He asks the bartender to ‘take care’ of your table tonight on him, and you realize then that you’ve won the game. The victory isn't nearly as sweet as the pink drinks from earlier. The rules prohibit you from bringing him home or going over to his place. And even if it wasn't prohibited, your vacation is basically over.

“Where are you and your friends from?

You take his hand between yours and play with some of the rings on his fingers. They’re beautiful together in an eclectic way and you wonder if someone chose them for him.

“It’s a kind of small city, not like this one. It’s really just our university and then a few surrounding towns.”

“What made you guys move here then?"

"Oh, Right." You feel guilty. "Me and my friends are just here for vacation."

He blinks at you but takes the news in stride. "Well, if you want—I know the city pretty well since I have a place here—maybe I can give you a tour of the town later this week."

"I'd love that, I really would. But we're actually leaving tomorrow."

"For real?” His eyes grow wide and he looks down at your linked hands before looking over your face. You're shocked to see his features fall.

"Yeah, it sucks."

“Damn,” he smiles bittersweet at the floor. “I wish we’d bumped into each other sooner.”

“I absolutely agree," the sound of Alexa's voice rings loud in your ear.

“Uh, hello. Did you need me for something?" Your voice is high and tight as you fix her with an accusatory stare. You're not 100% positive, but it seemed like you and he were having a moment.

"No, babe, I just wanted to come over and show you my beautiful drink. I wanted to come show my gratitude to you both for making sure we have a good last night. The girls will appreciate that. Thank you, kind sir."

“Name’s Namjoon. And no need to thank me,” he smiles at the exchange between you two and sticks out his hand. Alexa daintily lays her hand in his and he lets out an incredulous laugh before playing along and raising it to his lips.

"What a gentleman," she coos before pinching lightly at the skin of your exposed back. It's a clear message just for you, telling you that there's about to be a change in plans. "What were you guys discussing?"

"I was actually about to offer up our booth. There's more than enough room for your table if you wanted to move. Me and my team—friends definitely wouldn't mind the company."

“You don’t have to do that!” You pipe up, suddenly shy. But it's quickly dashed away as Alexa pulls out her phone and opens up the groupchat.

"Let me just ask our friends if they’d like that."

You already know the answer, so you sigh quietly and gather up your card, phone, and purse. You can’t say you won’t miss the privacy from when it was just you and Namjoon, but you’re glad to be with your friends again as well.

The move from your little table to the VIP booth is lightning fast. By the time you get your own drink, Lia and Dani are already clutching their things and vibrating with excitement near the ropes leading to the VIP booth. A few of Namjoon’s friends are chatting with them from the other side of the ropes.

Once your group trickles in, you don't miss how they all arrange themselves in the booth so you're forced to sit on the end next to Namjoon with barely any space. The only options are to let one of your legs hang off the edge of the booth the whole time or sit practically half in his lap. Alexa winks at you over the first sip of her next very expensive drink.

Namjoon's friends are occupied by your friends re-telling some of the more exciting parts of the beginning of your vacation. Some story about how 'someone' lost their top while trying to jet ski. You send a weak glare to Lia as she tries to get them to guess just whose top it was. That's what you get for experimenting with spaghetti strings, you suppose.

"Do you guys like to dance," one of his friends says after a while of vibing to the music once the chatter cools down. Hoseok, you think his name was.

"Yes, definitely." Dani remarks while re-applying lip gloss. "You know who's a great dancer?"

"Who?" Hoseok looks around excitedly.

"She's gonna say me," you groan. "Which is not even true but let’s just all move down there already, no more 20 questions."

"Just one more," she pouts. "Namjoon, do you like to dance?"

He looks down at you once he's also out the booth, that little amused smile back on his lips.

"Well, it's not really part of my day job, but I don't mind it too much."

"What's your day job," you blurt out.

"I'm a...musician."

"A musician!" Alexa rushes over to you to link arms. "Did you hear that? Namjoon’s a musician."

"I don't recognize you," Lia says and Hoseok and another one of his friends burst into quiet laughter behind her.

"You definitely won't find Joon’s pics anywhere, that's for sure," one of his friends says. The rest of them dissolve into another fit of giggles.

The club lights hide the muted pink tinge his cheeks take on, and Namjoon leads the way to the dance-floor with a chagrined roll of his eyes.

"You think he's really a musician?” You whisper to Alexa and Lia. Dani is somewhere up ahead, already dancing.

"Maybe technically. Going off the way his friends keep laughing, he's probably, like, a failed SoundCloud rapper or something."

"No failed SoundCloud rapper wears Gucci like that," Lia motions with her chin to some piece of Namjoon’s outfit.

"That's true," you hum.

"Rich parents," Alexa says simply.

You and Lia consider it and then nod.

As you settle on the dance floor, you feel the rest of your nerves drift away. Lia comes over to take a selfie with you, and the two of you flirt with the camera until she's satisfied with the photos you've taken. She grabs your hand and makes a show of spinning you around and you figure that this is how the night will go before you stumble out around 2 or 3am and drunk pack for the flight home the next morning. You let her lead you back, further into the crowd before you bump into someone.

Namjoon's large hand comes to stabilize you at your waist and Lia acts like nothing happened before dancing away, phone light illuminating her sneaky smile.

"You good?" Namjoon's voice is soft in your ear.

"Y-yeah."

"You wanna dance, or should I let you go?"

Your friends shamelessly all look at the way he curves himself around you, all with their thumbs up in encouragement. You're reminded of the way you did the same a few nights prior when Dani was getting hit on by some cute guy at a different club.

At that time it felt fun hyping her up and watching her make a move, seeing how enamored this random guy was with your friend. Of course he is, you thought at the time, she's amazing. And you remember that this is probably what's driving them tonight as well with you and Namjoon.

You chance a look at him and realize that he's come to rest his cheek lightly near your temple, a soft look in his gaze as he awaits your answer.

"Sure, let's dance."

Namjoon was telling the truth when he said he wasn't all that into dancing. But he put in enough work to be able to follow you and meet you halfway while you were grinding on him to the music.

Even when you shyly stepped away after the first few dances to return to your squealing friends, you loosened up over time with more music and drinks and found yourself naturally ending up on him again. The first few songs turned into more and more and soon you were face-to-face, with his thigh wedged between yours and a heavy palm on your lower back guiding you to the beat.

You're not sure when you decided to abandon your friends and his, but at some point you did return to the booth under the guise of checking your phones. And you did check your phone first. But soon he was crowding you toward the wall by the booth and leaving you with no air of your own.

"You're really leaving tomorrow," he sighed into a bruise he was trying to leave near the hollow of your throat. "Or did you just say that because I was some creep at a bar."

"I never thought you were a creep."

He looks down at you with disbelief before getting distracted by your kiss-swollen lips.

"I mean it. I'm just a little shy sometimes."

"What do you have to be shy about when you look like this, huh?"

"Stop," you laugh lightly and look away from him.

He'd made a comment earlier about how much he liked the pristine white two piece you wore, but you'd been inching his hand up your skirt then. Now, one of his thumbs rubs an idle pattern just below the curve of your breast.

"No, but seriously. Are you actually leaving tomorrow?"

"Yeah. The new term starts for us all in a few days."

"So, leave in a few days," Namjoon whines.

"That's not enough time to get ready for the term."

"But I'll be so alone without you."

He gives you an exaggerated pout that splits into a real smile when you snort at his stupid expression. He pulls you to him just a smidgen tighter then.

"Does this usually work with other girls?"

"I don't know. Never tried it with other girls," he frowns a little at you.

"Sure."

"You know me and the team almost went to Club BigHit last Saturday?"

"Oh, really? That's kinda funny." You try to imagine what might have happened if he'd come to the same club you went to earlier.

"Yeah," Namjoon's voice grows quiet. "If I hadn't gotten sick then we would have met last week."

"Yeah, maybe."

"You sure you can't miss a few days of the term?"

"Yes, I'm sure." You let out an exasperated laugh. "You can't really be this upset that an actual stranger is just passing through your life."

"No, I know. I just—," he lets his head fall forward until he's touching his forehead to yours. "It was like something clicked when I saw you. I feel like I need more time with you."

"Oh," your voice comes out a little breathier than you expected.

The same look that had flashed across his face when you first came up to him finally gets to rest on his features. You want to let him down gently because you really can't play catch up during the first week of school.

"Tell you what. I can't miss the beginning of the term but if you make a song with my name in it and it gets...say, 50,000 listens, I'll buy a ticket that same day and come meet you. Wherever you are."

He pins you with a look then, inquisitive and dark. His eyes scan your open expression for something, before whatever he finds passes the test. He stands up tall.

"And it just needs to have 50,000 listens?"

In your mind you were thinking it would be too lofty for a failed SoundCloud rapper, but something in his tone sounds like he's rising to the challenge and it makes you nervous. You spent a lot on this vacation, you can't afford to actually fly out so soon if he somehow managed to get the listens and call your bluff. Besides, targets are off limits.

"Um, actually make that 150,000. And it has to have my area code in it too." You rattle off the three digits to him and he quickly types your conditions into the notes app on his phone.

"Is that it?"

"That's it, I guess."

"Deal."

Namjoon pockets his phone and leans back into your space. Any worries you had clawing to the forefront of your mind vanish when he presses soft lips to yours once more.

A month passes.

You don't end up having a one-night-stand with Namjoon because it wouldn't be fair to your friends when they'd clicked with a target but didn't take them home. That and because Dani got sick on the dance floor from mixing strawberry daiquiri with one too many pink drinks. But you do pass on your full number after he very nearly begs you to give it to him while packing into a cab.

And then he never used it.

It's not that you were expecting much, but when a month passes with not so much as word from him, you figure he forgot about you and your little bet.

Then 2 months pass.

Even though you know that you only spent a fraction of a day with him, you can't help thinking about Namjoon. Namjoon and his pretty eyes and pretty words that made you think there was some sort of connection there. You realize after the first two weeks back that you don't have his number but by the time 2 months pass, you realize that was definitely on purpose.

4 months pass.

You're over it, swamped with end of term work like finals and grading and putting in hours at work. But every time your friends suggest a little fun and hooking you up with someone, every time someone asked for your number at a coffee shop, you said no. Because you're over it and you're busy and not at all disappointed for how hard you fell for the lies some failed SoundCloud rapper fed you on a vacation one time.

19 weeks pass.

You're all in Lia's apartment, basking in the first few days of the end of classes even if it means finals are a few days later. Alexa is playing her favorite playlist on the speakers and you're taking a break to get some coffee going in the small kitchenette.

While the coffee machine starts up you wander back to the main room. Alexa is leaning over to turn the music up, one of her favorite songs just now coming up.

"Who's this again," Dani pipes up from her spot on the couch. "It's that one guy's collab with the Bulletproof Girlscouts, right?"

"Yep," Alexa checks the song title before sighing. "This song is so old now."

"True, but it's my favorite one on the whole album."

"I guess it really has been two years since his last album, huh." Dani muses and then goes back to her practice problem set.

You try not to laugh at how cute Alexa looks sulking because her favorite artist hasn't put out any music in so long.

"Why don't you just play his new stuff," Lia says.

"He's on indefinite hiatus. This is as new as it gets."

Lia picks up her own phone, showing it to the group.

"He released a new single this morning."

"What!"

Alexa scrambles from her seat to grab her headphones and jam them into her phone. You all know how she gets about her music and let her have a moment to soak up the new song while you get up to check on the coffee.

It takes a few minutes to get cups out and put everything together since everyone has different tastes, so you're in the middle of pouring creamer when you hear a chorus of screams.

"Why are we screaming?"

You rush into the main room again only to be bombarded with music from the speaker, this time turned up as high as it can go. What must be the new song comes through the speaker, the bass vibrating on the ground as the speaker pumps.

"Okay, yes, new song. It's good but I don't get—"

"Just listen to the fucking bridge," Dani's voice comes out incredibly shrill as she cuts you off.

The beat surges for the bridge and suddenly the lyrics turn into the artist growling about some girl he met at the club with the prettiest little white outfit he'd ever seen. Saying something that sounds oddly like your name, although you figure that can't be right. But then the next verse has your name in it too, and the next one, and the next one.

Your feet take you to where Alexa's phone is plugged in and you pick up the phone to look at the song. It's indeed a song by her favorite artist, a prolific and mysterious rapper who's never shown his face and who'd been on hiatus from making music. The song title is simple, a small string of numbers that look suspiciously like your area code.

When you let out a tiny gasp, your friends let out more excited shrieks. You ignore them in favor of thumbing through the music app to the artist's page where the new single lies at the top of his discography. To the right of all his songs are the stream counts. Most of his older songs have a few dozen million or so. This brand new one sits at a modest 4 million, but the numbers trickle up as the app updates them in real time.

"What the hell?"

"I know!" Alexa cries, tears shining in her eyes. "I can't believe we sat in a VIP booth with him and I didn't even recognize his stupid voice!"

"What are you gonna do," Dani smiles widely at your stunned face. "Are you gonna call him?"

"I don't have his number," you say simply. Your voice comes out monotone with shock.

"You didn't get his number?" Alexa starts crying for real.

"People are blowing my phone up about this," Lia says once the song ends and begins again on a loop. "You might want to turn off your phone. It's just a matter of time until people start snooping around."

"Right."

You grab your phone from your pocket. On instinct you scan through your socials one last time before turning it off. There's a startling number of texts, calls, emails, and notifications on your social media apps. Curiosity gets the best of you and you open up one of them only to find your name trending as the top hashtag. Clicking on it brings up a bunch of tweets both from fans raving about the new song and wondering who the muse is, to random accounts with identical names in the handle all claiming to be said muse.

"Oh my god, he tweeted!" Dani shoves her phone into your hands.

As of right now [2:38pm] we're at 5.76 million streams. That's more than 150,000...

"What does that mean," she asks you.

"It means...he wants me to fly out to see him. Today."

"Oh my god."

Alexa screams again and at this point you've lost count of how many that is. Lia gets out of her chair and tucks her chin over your shoulder to read the post herself.

"You need to go," Alexa shouts. "I'll help you pack, let's go."

"What about finals?"

"Are you—are you actually thinking of not going because of finals?"

"I mean—"

"If you want me die, just say that," she does something with her mouth that looks like a manic smile.

"What Lex means to say is that this is a once in a lifetime opportunity and I'm sure even the profs would understand."

You're not sure what to say. First of all, you still don't have his number. Second of all, you're not sure how to fight through all the other accounts claiming to be you to let him know you saw the song. Third, you don't even know where to fly to. Fourth—

A Twitter notification chimes from your phone and a deadly hush falls over everyone. You go to your DM inbox with shaking fingers only to find a message request from an unknown sender. When you open the request, it's from Namjoon's agency.

Good afternoon,

You are being contacted today because one of our artists wishes to meet you. If you consent to the meeting, please review the flight information and tentative itinerary below and respond with your address and contact information. Please also note that the travel plans are for today [MM/DD/YYYY], so your response at your earliest convenience would be much appreciated. If you would like to go but cannot make it today—

"Do you think they'll send a car or should I book her a ride to the airport now?" Dani turns to Alexa.

"They'll probably send one to make sure the schedule is followed."

"That's true but what about—"

Lia taps you on the shoulder, startling you out of your stupor.

"There's a convenience store two doors down. Whatever you buy we can put in one of my suitcases and you can just take that. There's probably not enough time to go all the way back to your place."

"I—yeah, okay."

7 hours later finds Alexa, Dani and Lia finished with studying for the night. The entertainment channel is playing on the TV and the three of them have their heads bent over their phones and laptops, refreshing all the major gossip sites for updates.

"Maybe she's not even there yet," Dani sighs when the page she just refreshed shows no new posts.

"Yeah, I mean we still don't even know where she is," Lia says while putting her laptop to sleep. "What if they made her sign an NDA?"

"Even if they did, she'd probably still tell us once she got there. She's probably just busy killing time on the plane."

"She's sleeping!" Alexa screams a second later.

"Huh? How do you know that?"

"Check his instagram," is all she says before frantically typing a message to you about souvenirs.

Lia looks over at Dani's phone as she pulls up Namjoon's page. The rest of the layout is bare given his up until recent hiatus and the fact that he never posted any type of selfie. The video uploaded a mere 20 seconds ago undoes all the previous minimalism of the entire account.

The post isn't even of Namjoon. It's a black and white 5 second video of the top half of your naked back and shoulders, the rest of your body covered by the sheets. One of your arms is raised to cover your head with a pillow. The only sign of Namjoon is the arm that reaches out from the bottom of the frame, making it clear that he took the video himself. His hand reaches out to trace a heart over the skin of your shoulder blade. The caption reads:

Thanks for keeping your promise

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smutember · 4 years ago

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Smutember 2021 prompts are here!

And we're back to make 2021 slightly more smutty! Thank you to all people, who asked for it to return and to all that submitted propositions of prompts. Three months should be looong enough for you to create all the smuttiness you can think of.

Rules

All posts have to be tagged with either smutember or smutember2021 hashtag (preferably both). Be aware that ns fw tag is shadowed, and posts with it are not visible in the tags. I personally suggest the revived old lemon tag. it wouldn’t hurt to @ this blog, so that your post won’t be missed, especially if your blog is new and still not shown in the tag.

No minor/underage content.

All submissions have to be at least somewhat smutty/naughty. We don’t require hard Explcit rating, a Mature one is fine too.

If you are planning on posting suggestive pics/drawings, remember that tumblr still has the ridiculous p0rn filter, so I suggest cropping the pic and adding links to external sites.

If your work contain kinks that may offend some, please tag them either in the tags, or in the body of the work.

Prompts are merely suggestions - at the end of the day, you are the one who chooses how to interpret the prompt. You can also completely ignore the prompts and have your own 30-day challenge, we’re not gonna call the internet police on you.

And in case they weren’t clear, here is a list of prompts with explanations and some propositions:

Strip Poker - cards on the table.. and maybe some clothes too. Sexy games and bets galore.

Oral - pretty self-explanatory :)

"Watcha starin' at?" - One person catches the other dressing? Or are they just peeping Toms? Your call!

Gangbang - anything related to threesomes/moresomes/ sex parties/orgies, etc. The more, the merrier.

Public sex - cos the world NEEDS to know you are in love... and remember, it's not illegal if police doesn't catch you.

In the kitchen - some call it boring and cliché, but at the same time, those countertops are at perfect height... Just make sure to the pasta doesn't overboil

Putting on a show - striptease? Cam show? Filming? Roleplay with fancy costumes? So many ways to express yourself.

Against a wall - Vertical is new horizontal. Classic case of a quickie... or just because the beds have not arrived yet.

In a vehicle - Time to rev up those engines. They say car sex is difficult, but you will find a way. Or maybe it's a spaceship? Or someone joined the mile high club? Just don't idle too much...

Hot tub - Is it hot because of the water, or because you are in there? All sorts of bathroom-related shenanigans, not necessarily in the tub itself.

Nature date - Time to return to the nature... doing it au naturel? In the forest? On top of a mountain? The whole world can be a bed if you are creative enough.

Romantic gesture - that's how it starts, with flowers and chocolates... but what happens after? And what if it fails?

Fantasy - We all have them, and so do our characters. All the roleplays, scenarios and AUs suddenly may be real.

"YES!" - That's what you will be screaming... or maybe that's all you can say, agreeing to every decision for a night?

The clock's ticking - Quickie before the boss catches you... or maybe because the world's gonna end tomorrow. Anything that makes love-making time-sensitive.

Secret rendezvous - sneaking away for a date always makes the heart pump blood faster.

Experiments - trying new kinks? New positions? Role reversal? Try it here for free!

Skinny dipping - any beach is a nudist beach if you are brave enough!

Facial - sex is messy, and it's time to embrace it. Anything related to the stckier part of love-making.

Formal wear - sometimes imagining what's underneath is part of fun. Dresses, suits, costumes, fancy parties and balls goes here.

Porno playlist - we gotta have soundtrack for the love-making. Anything related to music or ambient sounds goes here. Feel free to create said playlists!

Celebration night - time to pen bottle of champagne and celebrate.... and you decide what! Maybe even the fact that there is time to celebrate....

"You don't do that with a fruit!" - Insert peach and aubergine emoji here. Food play, aphrodisiacs, or maybe creative use of cucumbers...

Body warmth - Oh no! We're snowed in and HAVE to share a bed! What a... horror. Time-tested tropes of cuddling and being close together, always a good start for something bigger.

Breeding grounds - Time to expand the family... or maybe celebrate the expansion. Impregnation, pregnant sex, breeding fantasies go here.

Bondage - Fifty shades of please look up how it's done and use a safeword properly.

Blindfolds - close your eyes... and let other other senses guide you. From actual blindfolds, through sex in the darkness, to audiovisual deprivation.

Dirty talk - Use your adults words... a lot of them. Pre-sex or post-coital to start another round, oral is not the only way of making use of that tongue.

Wish come true - It finally happened! More fantasies and magical moments, only you decide what was that secret desire of your characters...

Free day - Didn’t enjoy the prompts? Or have you enjoyed them too much and have more ideas? Use this as a wildcard to express your creativity. Anything goes here, as long as you tag it.

And here are the raw list of prompts submitted:

strip poker

striptease, oral, gangbang, public sex, experimenting/ "Try Everything". There's probably more, but that's off the top of my head :)

something where one partner plays with themselves while the other is watching? Not quite voyeurism since they're both together. I don't know what to call it- "presenting" or "putting on a show" maybe?

sex against a wall; in a vehicle; bath or hot tub; out in nature; romantic gesture fails (but then doesn't); wish come true; Yes day (person A agrees to say yes to person B's requests for a whole day); time crunch/quickie; secret rendezvous.

skinny dipping, stripping, sex club

formal wear, pregnant sex

An inappropriate or inconvenient location requiring some discretion or creativity

Sexy Spotify Playlist! Or Makeout Music. Celebration Night (like a holiday, or birthday or anniversary. I'm bad at naming things). "You don't do that with fruit!" "Why is there porno music playing?"

Fishhooking, body warmth/heat, wet t-shirts

Multiple husbands/wives

My prompt are BONDAGE and BLINDFOLD and TEEN ANTICS.

Facial, Fantasy, Dirty Talk

cockwarming, mirror, cam show

in the kitchen; from behind; mile high club; skinny dipping; heat of the moment; summer fling; same time next year (meet same place/time every year or period of time); some repeats could be good too, oral, foreplay, fantasy, etc.

(Prompt for smutember) "Whatcha staring at, nothing to see here"

#smutember2021 #smutember

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mminttae · 3 years ago

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Clandestine | 02

-> Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x reader

-> Genre : tattoo!artist Jungkook, mafia! JJK,mafia au, bloody!missions, slight violence, got secrets they can't tell, angst, romance, Jungkook's part time job is flirting, sad (backstory), Y/N is strong!

-> Summary : who would have known that just doing a part time job at a night club would lead you to the tattoo artist Jeon Jungkook's messed up world. One letter related to the secret comes out of your mouth you'll be laying in Jungkook's arms but alive or not, that's not guaranteed...

-> Word Count : 4.286 K ( A/N: I’m increasing words )

-> T/W body language, killing, curse words and intimacy are included in the story (you may read if you're comfortable with these)

Part : 2

<< previous chap

.・゜-: ✧ :-playlist -: ✧ :-゜・．

Jungkook's mouth opened and closed like a goldfish. Even if me saying that line didn't flatten him enough I knew the nickname did as it always have been doing. It was clearly visible that he didn't expect me to be this bold suddenly. But he being himself smirked after a couple of seconds as his hand snaked up to grab my wrist pulling me more closer "Sure princess.. Do you want to go to the trip now? " His tongue rolling over his bottom lip as his piercing doe eyes holding so many thoughts looked at my lips then to my eyes.

"I don't want to interrupt but the trip has to be postponed "Jimin interferes in the moment, his eyes narrowed and only looking at me as if scared that the younger guy would throw him out if he locked eyes with his. Making a 'tch' sound Jungkook raises his eyebrows at Jimin in a manner that reads he's asking why postpone. I yeet his hand which was holding my wrist and get off from the table clearing my throat while fixing the skirt and apron. Jungkook clearly disappointed for not being able to hear my answer gets up from the seat while putting the black leather jacket around his shoulders. Jimin and Taehyung following him gets up too grabbing their bags. Jungkook walked up to me while fixing his bangs with his index finger.

"Gotta go princess a client's waiting" Nodding I proceeded to walk away but I could hear Jungkook saying with a sad dramatic tone. "Atleast act that you don't want me to go". I'm afraid I won't be able to because I myself don't know what this client of yours gonna do if you don't go on time. Is the person waiting even a client or not? Knitting my eyebrows I look back only to meet with strangers taking up the seat. The three tall mesmerizing men with inks on their body not to be seen anywhere. I don't know what's going on in that foolish yet extremely clever brain of yours but...

Be careful Mr. Artbook..

End of YOUR POV

Mid summer yet the night breeze is able to run shivers down your spine. Not a single soul in sight.

10 at night maybe the shopkeepers closed down the shutters and went to bed. Not many shops here in this area to even begin with. The only workshop's bell which rings here is the Jeon's Tattoo corner which has been ringing from the morning today , seemed to have stopped in the evening but now making its sound again. "Argh I should really break down this bell "

With an annoyed expression the black haired guy opens the drawers searching for a fresh towel. The tall man who just entered the shop walked past the desk table, turning the door knob and allowing himself inside the cozy room. His loud footsteps on the wooden floor telling Jungkook that the guest has arrived.

"Where were you? I waited here for five minutes then went inside the nearby plant store to kill time"

Taking off the long coat the tall silver haired guy walks up to the chair positioned in the middle of the room beside the various tools. "Sorry hyung, Taehyung and Jimin wanted a new tattoo so went to hear out their designs"

Jungkook says, eyebrows knitted while he fishes out the stencil of the beautiful clematis he has drawn beforehand of the leader's arrival. Smiling to himself he walks up to the seated boss whose like a big brother to him, he puts the stencil aside. Taking out a black rubber band from his pocket he takes his hair and ties it up to a small ponytail before taking out a drawer full of tattoo needles and inks. "Heard that Yoongi started boxing classes with you"

The older male speaks as his lip corners slowly moves upwards. Jungkook giving out a laugh says, "Yea Yoongi hyung be moving like a turtle. "

The thought of his hyung boxing and whining that it's hard is enough to make the little one giggle. Taking out a small wooden stool with one hand as the other one was holding the tattoo gun, Jungkook sits himself beside the strong looking man who rolls up his shirt's sleeves revealing all the different type of arts and words of different languages tattooed on his arm.

"Need chewing gum?"

The younger one asks at the thought that it might hurt but the older one replies plainly that he's fine after all his skin had been coming in contact with this gun for a long time now. Jungkook nods before resting the needle on the free space on the top of the man's biceps before starting to draw on it, the awestrucking clematis. "Was thinking of getting a lip piercing but not being able to get it cuz of the adults in the house"

The man says while his dimples makes visits to his cheeks.

"The exact same reason why am postponing on getting an eyebrow piercing"

Jungkook replies as he carefully moves the tattoo gun sideways on the man's bicep.

"So when are you planning on telling your sister?"

He asks as the silver haired guy closes his eyes once realizing what Jungkook meant.

"When the time's right.. "

He replies, slowly opening his eyes his gaze meeting the ceiling.

"But first we need to pinpoint Mr. Choi's location"

Replying with a small and quiet yes Jungkook draws the details on the flower carefully.

"Seokjin has been checking the cctvs regularly and the only thing he found was the black hyundai stopping at a night club at exactly 7pm every Tuesday and Wednesday"

"What's the night club's name? "

Jungkook asks as he draws on the small leaves.

"Hell's night club"

With just the mention of the night club's name Jungkook's hand stops moving as his eyes widened. "Isn't that the club you often visit with the others? "

The silver haired man asks making Jungkook quietly nod his head. If the most feared mafia in the country slash his team's biggest rival had been going to the exact same club at the exact same time as his how come he never saw the familiar old man's face? He thought.

What kind of person does the man disguise him as that even Jimin who encountered him multiple times doesn't notice. "You should be careful and try to see your clients faces carefully and see if they match that old fart's face or not"

Jungkook humming a response continued on giving the clematis it's final touch. Finishing the tattoo he removes the gun making the silver haired man sit up straight and fix his shirt.

"You know what to do right?"

Jungkook asks referring to putting on Vaseline ointment on the tattoo and stuffs. The older guy nods while fetching his coat. "I'll get going then. Thanks for the tattoo kook"

Jungkook simply nods his mind stuck in a different topic. Putting the equipments away and tidying up the towels as the older guy leaves the shop and disappears into the darkness of the night in the empty alleyway, Jungkook couldn't help but think about what you were up to. His mind stitching up different negative thoughts together.

"If Mr. Choi is really going to that club then he must have seen Y/N always talking to us..... What if he does something to her? " Jungkook asks to himself and the next thing he does is take his bag, turn off the lights, lock the doors and run off to meet you.

• -

"I'll be off then"

Bowing politely you take hold of the two big disposable bags and huff out a breathe when you realize how heavy both of them were. Kicking the back staff door with your leg open the first thing you see is Jeon Jungkook leaning on the wall infront. His hair tied up in a small ponytail, a bag hung around his shoulder and inked hands resting inside his jeans pockets. His eyes falls on your hands holding the disposable garbage bags, sighing he walks up to you.

"I thought your job was to serve and take orders not bring out garbages" You looked down at the bags in your hands while saying, "I was coming out anyways it's no biggie"

You flashed him a small smile but his eyes looked worried and his face tensed. You wondered what happened but didn't dare to ask thinking that he will only answer with 'none of your business' . Yes Jeon Jungkook unknowingly says harsh things without thinking when he's tensed. Jungkook takes the garbage bags from your hands and put it beside the door when his eyes lands on your right hand which was bandaged. His eyes widen and he quickly took your right hand examining it while asking

"How did this happen? Are you okay? "

Embarrassed you put your hand away from his warm ones and answer while smiling, not making eye contact

"It's okay I'm fine these kind of injuries are meant to happen if you work in a bar." Jungkook not convinced took your hand again now keeping it infront of him not letting you pull it back. His eyebrows knitted . "You were totally fine this evening tell me what happened". Chewing on your bottom lip you look down, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

"Y/N tell me what happened.." Jungkook says once again this time his voice laced with concern as his hands caressed your hair. You were actually a bit taken aback at how the always dominant voice of Jungkook is making its way to you in a concerned and soft way.

"A drunk guy harshly pulled my hand wanting me to sit beside him but I fought back and he suddenly let go of me making me loose my balance at hit the edge of the glass table behind and that's how I got this"

You say while looking at your bandaged hand which was now resting in jungkook's warm palm. He softly held your injured hand and lower down a bit to meet your height. Looking at your eyes he said

"Tell me who did this. Tell me who did this to you I'm gonna fucking kill him"

In a calm soft voice but the last part obviously didn't come out in a soft way. You laughed and pushed him a bit away from you. "It's okay am fine don't overreact he was drunk" But Jungkook not buying the answer walked closer to you and again with a serious tone asked you . "Tell me how he looked like"

Knowing that he won't let go of the topic unless you give him a proper answer you sigh, rolling your eyes while describing the drunk man you happened to meet inside the club. "He had small eyes , a sharp nose and dark stubble on his face and.." You trailed off thinking what else did the man have but Jungkook interrupted asking in a quick manner

"Did he have any sort of tattoo on his wrist? " Replaying the moment inside your head you widen your eyes a bit and nod your head, "Yea he did.. Was that a crown? A crown maybe"

Exactly knowing who that drunk man you encountered was Jungkook's chest sank at the thought that the old man touched you with his dirty hands. Gulping down the saliva that formed in his mouth he without thinking pulled you to his chest engulfing you in a hug. He wasn't sure why he felt like protecting you but he wanted to . He wasn't supposed to feel this way now that he set his mind on the plan his brain made up on the way here but..he did. He wanted to make sure you were safe.

Widening your eyes at how Jungkook suddenly hugged you, your mind went blank. There's no doubt in how fast your heart was beating. To be honest to yourself you were actually frightened when that man tried touching you in an ill manner but now being in Jungkook's arms you felt safe. You felt safe when he was around. Jungkook's arms around you got tighter as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck.

So this is how you gonna play it Mr. Choi

He thinks.

•-

Flashback 5 weeks back

Stretching your arms you give out a small yawn before grabbing the books from the table and making your way out of the auditorium. Walking while looking at your surroundings you didn't notice the tall man standing infront of you. Too immersed in the same old paintings hanging on the walls you hit something hard making the copies and books in your hands fall down. Without looking up at the person you bumped into you quickly said 'sorry' while kneeling down to pick up your supplies. The tall gentleman kneeled down too helping you with picking up your stationerys. You got up, the man following you soon. This time facing the guy properly as both of you made eye contact you were about to say thank you when your voice abruptly decided to not come out.

The man had soft long black hair .The kind of hair you would want to play with all day. His baby doe eyes staring at you, his lips parted. The oversized hoodie he was wearing made him the grizzly huggable bear image more.

As your eyes scanned him from head to toe, your lips a bit parted, the guy not being able to control his laughter at how cute you looked when your eyes went big as if you saw something really interesting and you'd like to study that thing more, he gave out small giggles making you quickly close your mouth and look at him. Noticing how every students in tha hall were staring at both of you, you shifted your weight from one leg to another leg uncomfortably. But the guy's Adorable bunny smile didn't go out of your notice. His eyes wrinkled as he tilted his face and asked you softly

"You okay? "

Blinking couple of times you nodded your head making him shyly scratch his nape and mumble 'thank god'. Your lips automatically curved up when your eyes landed on the ID card hung around his neck

"Jeon Jungkook"

Once realization hit you that you were now standing infront of your college's hearthrob while looking like a whole mess which you didn't care about that much until you bumped into him, your cheeks got tinted in a light blush. Pulling your lips in you tilted your head a bit to the side making your baby hairs fall over your face.

"Hey kook!"

A loud deep voice entered the ears of the people standing in the hall making them turn their heads to the two seniors waving their hands at Jungkook's direction, a big wide smile plastered know their face. Jungkook takes out his bracelet covered wrist from his pocket and waves at them. Jimin running towards us and wrapping his arm around the tall guy's shoulders he notices me and flashes me a smile

"Hey Y/N"

Waving your sweater paw at him as a hey you smiled. You met Jimin and Taehyung a couple of times before in some group works with seniors. You not really interested in gossips of the college noticed just a few days ago that Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook are the well known hot trio of this college.

"Y/N.."

Jungkook repeats your name to himself before looking at you once again , smiling while saying

"Sweet name"

His sweet honey voice saying your name was enough to melt you. If it was any other guy right now you would have simply said thank you for helping you pick up the books and walk away without saying anything but surprisingly Jeon Jungkook made you stop. "I'm hungry didn't have breakfast this morning" Taehyung whines while holding his tummy earning a slap on his head from Jimin. "we are going for lunch wanna join us? "

Jungkook asks you making you widen your eyes at the sudden invitation and Jungkook earning some smirks from the seniors beside him, Jimin elbowing his arm while wiggling his eyebrows. Jungkook simply rolled his eyes at his hyungs before looking at you for a reply. You glancing at your silver wrist watch said "I would love to but I should get going. I have some stuffs to do"

Jungkook quietly nods his head before flashing you a smile.

Is he always smiling?

You thought noticing that he had been smiling since the moment both of you met. "Y/N's always studying hard"

Taehyung says earning a nod from Jimin making you shyly scratch your nape.

The Brunnete haired approached you giving you a pat on your shoulder before saying "Study well but don't forget to have lunch okay? "

You flashed him a smile while nodding. Jungkook waving his hands at you as a 'bye' walked past you with the two boys. You looked back at three of them noticing that two of them were wearing hoodies and one of them were wearing full sleeved tees.

It's so hot these days why are they wearing hoodies on top of tees?

Shaking your head you quickened your pace and quickly got out of the college grounds. Walking to the bus stand while looking around at the cozy coffee shops on the streets you keep glancing at your watch from time to time to make sure that you're going on time or not.

Now here's a secret about you that no one knows

You're a student at an art college but you are also a student at a law school. Your father runs the family business of electronics. Yes the electronics company ranking the second best in the country out of all the other electronic companies, which he wants to hand over to your big brother after he retires. Your mother always wanted a child of her to be a sculptor. Borning late in the family with the talent of art you were forced to study this subject whereas you were interested in prosecution, catching criminals and stuffs. What you were most interested in were being a mafia or an assassin but you gave up on those dreams and decided to study law. Your parents only giving their all attention and care to their first born, didn't care about you that much. The only thing they wanted from you was becoming a great sculptor and bringing praise to your family.

After nights of confusion and judgement you decided to study in the law school that you got admitted, secretly with the money your grandparents left you. Your grandparents left some money for you and your brother before passing away and thankfully they were enough to pay for your study books expenses. But maintaining time for your law school as well as the art school was hard but you managed to make time after dropping off from some extra courses of the art college without telling your parents. But it was hectic. Your college hours starts from 7 am. And you have classes till 9am then a break at 9:15 am to 10:30 due to dropping off from some extra class. Your law classes starts from 9:30 so during the break you quickly leave the grounds and head off to the law classes. Then you return to the art college at 10:20 when it's a break at your law school. Then once again when it's a lunch break at the art school you head off to the law school while munching on some snacks, obviously not getting time to have proper lunch. And when it comes to events you had to make up excuses at the law school for not attending as your parents would obviously not skip their daughter's presentations.

It would be more hectic from today cuz you just applied to a job at a night club. There's a course for learning shooting at the law school but you don't have enough money to pay for that so it's time to earn some money.

•••

Stretching your arms while getting up from the seat you had been sitting on straight for 2 hours, you give a yawn before taking out a scrunchie and putting your hair up. All the classes for the day are done. Putting the back pack around your shoulder you bow at the teacher before leaving the school premises. Walking inside the bus and sitting on one of the seat you take out your phone and start typing to your mother , 'Mom I'll be late tonight as I got some extra lessons. Don't worry for me and you don't have to send car I'll come by bus'

"No one's gonna worry about me though"

You say to yourself while letting out a small laugh and looking out at the window. Everything vanishing from your sight at a fast pace as the vehicle picks up its speed upon seeing the empty road. Some of the street lights flickering due to not being fixed for several days now. You take out the 'guideline' paper of the bar you're gonna work in from backpack, going through the structure of the building in your mind and remembering all the rules explained to you yesterday when you went to apply for the job. This night club only seemed to be safe for you to work in now. By safe means you would have no worries of the common students who spends time in bars and clubs to see you. If anyone recognizes you then it's game over. Plus the pay is high too.

The phone screen lighting up as a notification popped up you unlocked the phone before seeing from whom the text is from.

Bro: heard you're coming late at night should I pick you up from the way while coming home?

"Geez already told him?"

You say to yourself once realizing that your mom told your brother to pick up but your brother being nice asked if you want to be picked up first or not. Smiling at his text before typing your reply It's ok you don't have to come. The office is far away from my college anyways. Get home safely.

Waiting for a few minutes to see his reply which you didn't get you turned off your phone and put it inside your bag. Looking out from the window thinking why he didn't reply when he saw your text whereas usually he would try to come pick you up, being the 'protective' brother. You got down from the bus as soon as the bus came to its stop. You walked for a few more minutes from the bus stop till arriving at your destination.

Hell's night club

•••

It's been only five minutes of you serving drinks but you're already tired. How can a human body and mind work for 13 hours straight without any rest. You did mess up some tables a couple of times for which you were now getting a scolding from the manager. You looking down bowing slightly while your hands in front of you.

"Miss Lee Y/N did you properly see the table numbers today? "

The old man asks to which you nod. "Then why are you messing up? " He asks in a raised voice making you flinch and quickly mumble a sorry. You lift your head up a bit to see the old man sighing while pinching his forehead, clearly visible that he's angry. "I'm letting you go as this is your first time don't make mistakes anymore"

He says making you bow and say

"Thank you"

He looked around trying to see if any waitresses are free. Sighing at how there's no one free without counting you he gave you a look before handing you a tray of various kinds of drinks. "Take this to table no. 14. And do not make any mistakes. They are regulars here I don't want them gone" Nodding at him you set off to find this table no. 14 . Noticing how your skirt got up a bit you tried pulling the skirt a bit down with one hand as the other one was holding the tray, you quickly withdraw your hand without fixing the skirt upon seeing the tray tremble in one hand. Quickly holding the tray in place and scanning if any drinks were spilled, you sigh in relief. You looked back to only lock eyes with the manager . He staring straight at you with his cold eyes. You gave a small awkward smile and walked towards table 14.

The table no. 14 seemed to be surrounded by many big men. All had some sort of tattoos on them. A familiar man sitting in the middle holding a pen and scribbling something on a notebook. His inked arms full on display as the silver earrings were still being able to shine despite the dullness in the scene. His long bangs falling before his eyes not letting anyone see the face beneath it.

You quietly approached the table and when you raised your eyes from the ground to the man sitting in the middle, your legs automatic came to a halt and your breath hitched.

Jeon Jungkook right there was sitting. The table in front occupied with various weapons and him sitting like a whole five course meal, fingers playing with the dangly earrings

This is totally not what I expected

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