#IM NOT ARGUING WITH A MAN DRESSED IN RED!!! whatever you say handsome ^_^

[permafrown]

your name is GARY mf I am NAWT scared of you !!!!

[shorkbrian]

Omg hi so I read your babysitter fic and I was thinking what if bakuogus tired of reader being a brat with him so he brings Kiri over to help him out 🤤 srry im just being horny on anon rn

“C’mon princess, move your ass before I move it for you.”

You huffed at the blonde, opening the car door, stepping outside and slamming it shut. Bakugou shot you a harsh glare, but you weren’t looking at him, instead crouching to tie your shoe.

He gave you a moment to do that, before the man got impatient, clicking his tongue, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Let’s go, it’s not like I have all fucking day.”

You knew for a fact that yes, he did have all day.

Your mom was away again, another business trip. She was working towards a promotion - a position that meant more hours, more work, more travel.

More time being spent with your stupid babysitter.

With your rapist.

He hadn’t touched you, not outright, since that day. Every time your mom suggested having him over for dinner, you conveniently found somewhere to be; out with friends, on a date, having a sleepover. Anything so that you didn’t have to look at Bakugou Katsuki’s stupid, smug little face.

But your mom had surprised you yesterday night, letting you know she’d be leaving in the morning, that Katsuki would be staying over again. There wasn’t any time for you to argue with her, to plead for her to stay, or to take you with her, or for you to stay at a friend’s house, anything but Katsuki.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to avoid him!” She had laughed, before wagging a finger at you. “Don’t be rude. He’s a nice man, and I trust him to keep you safe. He did last time!”

Yeah, and he also assaulted you last time, so maybe he wasn’t as nice of a guy as she thought.

He was taking you to the mall, not even really giving you a choice, just telling you to get dressed, that the two of you were going out.

Now here you were, trudging silently behind the older man, glaring at the ground.

“Bakubro! Over here!”

A loud shout drew your attention, Bakugou grinning as he started veering towards the shouter, a red-haired man waving enthusiastically. You followed behind him obediently, taking stock of this new man.

He was fucking huge, thick thighs bulging against his jeans, biceps straining against the fabric of his navy hoodie. This new guy was handsome too, a wide, sharp smile, soft red eyes, a clean-shaven face.

“’Sup Idiot? You tryin’ to attract the whole mall? Always so damn loud.” Even though he was complaining, it was clear that these two were friends as Bakugou let the other man pull him into a hug. They pounded each other on the back, before the redhead drew back, pushing past the blonde to give you his full attention. 

“Who’s this? Did you get a girlfriend? She looks a little young bro.”

“I’m not his girlfriend.” You spat, and the redhead held up his hands in surrender as Bakugou shouldered him to the side.

“It’s the little fucker that I’m looking after as a favor. You know I work security for that office complex?” The redhead nodded. “Yeah, one of the milfs gave me free range of her house as long as I watch her.”

Both men looked at you, and the redhead smiled brightly.

“Ah, well, I’m Kirishima! Nice to meet you, sorry you have to put up with such a grumpy fucke-”

“Hey, shaddup.” Bakugou elbowed him, but Kirishima was already extending a hand for you to shake, and you did so gladly. At least you weren’t the only one who thought Bakugou was a grumpy, stuck up mess.

“’Kay, now can we go? I’m starving’, wanna eat before we do anything else.”

Kirishima winked at you as he threw an arm around your shoulders, his other arm around Bakugou. “Food court? I think they have a pretty good selection here...”

-----

Kirishima was much more tolerable than Bakugou.

He was funny, cracking jokes and making you almost spit out the soda he had bought you, slipping you five dollars behind Bakugou’s back for you to get a drink.

The redhead sat next to you while the three of you ate, including you in the conversation whenever Bakugou seemed to forget about your existence.

As the three of you walked from store-to-store, Kirishima listened to you ramble on about the latest game you’d bought, what you thought of your favorite snack brand trying to collaborate with a fashion company, all your opinions on the music playing faintly through the mall speakers.

It was fun when he grabbed your hand, tugging you away from Bakugou and along with the redhead as he ducked into a random store. It was some street-wear fashion place, and Kirishima wanted your thoughts on if a shirt was his color, or if he could pull off one of the hats that adorned the mannequin in the store window.

The two of you were busy laughing at how the hat couldn’t even press past his spiky hairstyle when you noticed Bakugou, glowering at you both from the outside of the store, lips pulled into the deepest frown.

Kirishima started laughing at the man’s expression, and you quickly followed suit, before Bakugou stalked inside, cuffing his friend on the ear.

What a spoil sport.

You couldn’t deny that by the end of the few hours you’d spent with Kirishima, you found yourself attracted to him. Not only in looks, but also in his goofy personality. You wouldn’t mind being friends with him.

It was easy to exchange numbers with the man, easy to let him lift your spirits.

And then it was time to leave, all three of you grouped at the entrance, saying bye, Bakugou and Kirishima giving each other another bro-hug.

You gave Kirishima a hug, leaning into his warm touch, enjoying his spicy cologne as you pressed your face against his broad chest. He eagerly returned the hug, until Bakugou was scoffing, pulling you out of his embrace.

“We’re in fucking public, you two, chill. Keep your pants on, sluts.”

Kirishima laughed, giving you a cheery wave as Bakugou gripped your hand until it hurt, dragging you out of the mall quickly.

-----

“Why are you being such a brat? You were fuckin’ fine earlier.” The blonde man grumbled, glancing over at you from where he was making dinner.

You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your water. “It’s not my fault you have a stick up your ass. All I said is I don’t like when you make food, tastes bad.”

Bakugou huffed, turning off the stove. “Are you fucking serious? You’re just trying to mess with me, aren’t’cha princess?”

“Could you stop calling me that? I’m not your princess.”

“You’re whatever I want you to be, princess.” Bakugou sneered, stomping towards you.

You quickly backpedalled, setting your glass of water down on the counter, stepping back. “I’m going to go set the table!” Was your way out, and Bakugou backed off as you threw open a cupboard, rummaging for plates and cups as he chuckled to himself.

“Yeah, you do that.” 

It wasn’t long before the table was set, Bakugou bringing the food to set it down onto the hotplate in the middle.

Even just a whiff of the food had your eyes watering, the spice through the roof.

“Seriously dude? You know you’re cooking for two people, why the fuck did you make it inedible?!?” 

The blonde man glared at you as he sat down, jaw working, mouth twisting. “You gonna be a bitch-baby about it? Should be fuckin’ grateful that I even made you dinner.”

“Thanks for dinner.” You mumbled, staring tiredly at the food Bakugou was heaping onto his plate. You didn’t feel like eating anymore, his outburst ruining your mood, reminding you of the time when he got angry because you wouldn’t go to bed, wouldn’t listen to him-

“Eat the damn food.” Katsuki snapped, pulling you out of your thoughts and back to the present.

You did as he asked, even though it burned your mouth. Dinner was quickly gulped down, followed by desperate swigs of water as you tried to chase away the spice. Bakugou huffing the entire time at your inability to handle the level of spice he preferred.

Afterwards, you gathered up the plates and washed them, conscious of Katsuki hovering in the background of the kitchen, watching you work while he tapped away on his phone.

When the last dish was washed, dried, and put away, you began rummaging in the cupboards, looking for something sweet, something to soothe your tastebuds.

“What’re you doin’, didn’t I just feed you?”

Bakugou’s harsh voice made you flinch, but you kept your back to him. “Was hoping there’d be dessert.”

A long, irritated sigh, then a hand gripped your shoulder, pulling you away from the kitchen cupboards. “Ain’t got any of that shit in the house princess, you don’t need it.”

“But-” Your plead was interrupted by Bakugou rolling his eyes, snorting.

“Why are you being such a whiny baby? Is this cause Kiri was spoilin’ you earlier?”

Jutting your chin out, you glared up into red eyes as you turned around seething. “Maybe I like being treated like a person and not a problem. I don’t even understand why he’s friends with you - you’re mean and crass and stup-”

“So you’re just acting out cause you want some extra attention or some shit? What a brat.” The blonde sneered, leaning back against the counter as he tapped away at his phone again.

“You want Kiri so bad, fine. I’ll have him get you some shitty grocery-store dessert. Then maybe you’ll stop acting like a bitch. Stuff some candy in that mouth, will that keep you quiet, huh?”

It was infuriating, being treated like a child. Ignored, talked down to, unable to assert yourself or make decisions. 

“Whatever.” You huffed, shaking your head as you walked out of the kitchen. “Anything’s better than having to sit here with you.”

-----

The front door opening and the faint rustle of grocery bags caught your ear as you fumed on the couch, angrily questioning “why me?” as to your situation. But the noise meant your new friend was here, and he was much nicer than Bakugou.

Nice enough to have you smiling a bit as you rose to your feet, padding into the dining room as you beelined to the soft murmur of two manly voices.

“Heyyy! Long time no see!” The redhead was dressed in a loose tank top and basketball shorts, shoes discarded somewhere in the hall. 

You’d known he was muscular, but actually seeing his muscles without clothes in the way? You were stunned.

A bright blush encompassed your face when Bakugou snapped his fingers, narrowing his eyes at you. “Ay’, stupid! Focus! He got you a bunch of sweet shit. Rot your teeth out.” While gesturing to the two grocery bags resting on the dinner table.

“Hi Kirishima, thanks for the desserts-”

“Aw, it’s nothing. Bakubro wouldn’t tell me what kinda flavors you like so I kinda got a variety...”

Cupcakes and candy and various other sweet treats were nestled in the bags, and you grinned. “Dude, it’s all good. Wanna sit down and have some too?”

Bakugou snorted while Kiri smiled at you, nodding his head.  The dining chair creaked as his weight settled in it, the redhead pushing the grocery bags towards where you sat, encouraging you to pick anything you wanted.

The two men began to talk about this and that, mundane things about work, odd jobs, what their plans for the weekend were, boring stuff you easily tuned out as you indulged in sweet desserts.

Their attention turned to you when a whine slipped from your lips as frosting fell rom the cupcake you were eating and onto your shirt. Before you reached for a napkin, Kiri was leaning over, invading your space.

“You’re kinda messy, aren't you?” He breathed, a single finger swiping through the frosting on your shirt before the redhead sucked it into his mouth, looking at you through his eyelashes.

“Oh-u-uhm...” Was your elegant reply, tummy filled with butterflies at the fact that his finger had pressed against your skin through your shirt, right underneath your breast. 

He was so hot.

“Yeah, and a fuckin’ brat too. Little bitch can’t stop complaining about every little thing. Shut up the second I mentioned you were coming over.” Bakugou cackled, breaking the mood completely.

But Kirishima’s eyes were still on you as his now-clean finger slipped from his mouth. It was mesmerizing, watching the muscles in his arms shift and move as he leaned closer, slipping his hands underneath your shirt and raising the fabric so he could lick at the frosting still stuck on it.

Your breath stuttered, heat flaring suddenly in your tummy at the action.

And then Bakugou had to ruin it again. 

“You can fuck her if you want, I don’t mind. I told the old bird I would watch her kid for her. Didn’t say nothin’ about not getting her drunk on some cock.”

Eyes squeezing shut, you opened your mouth for some snappy reply, but Kirishima beat you to speaking.

“Yeah? Alright. You good with that baby?”

Wait, good with-?

Kirishima was looking up at you expectantly, fingers still clutched in your shirt, refusing to touch your skin. He was hot. This was hot. It’d be perfect if Bakugou wasn’t here.

“C’mon, just fuck her man, she’s been gaggin’ for your dick since she met you. Stop being a loser and man up.”

The redhead in front of you smiled, sharp teeth on display and gleaming. 

Then your shirt was being pulled over your head, hands gripping at your chest, thumbing over your nipples through your bra.

“W-wai-Kiri! Uhm, can’t we- uhm-”

Your voice was ignored, the redhead’s eyes glued to your chest as he pulled down your bra a bit, until he could palm each breast without anything in-between his warm hands and your soft skin.

“You’re so pretty...”

“She’s a whore.” Bakugou snarked.

Hands migrated to your waist, and you were easily lifted onto the table, Kirishima rising from his seat so he could push at your shoulders until they met the solid wood. Bakugou stayed seated, casually notching his hands behind his head and leaning back as he watched the show unfold before him.

Things were happening so fast, you didn’t know what to say, couldn’t move your hands to push away the broad redhead. This was so confusing. Yes, you wanted him, but you didn’t want Bakugou watching. You didn’t want to do this on the dining room table, didn’t like the quick turn the night had taken.

Your pants were being pulled down before you could organize your thoughts, before you could do much else aside from whimper and press your legs together.

“Hah, cute panties. You always wear stuff like this?” Kirishima asked, sliding a thumb underneath the elastic waistband only so he could snap it against your skin. You gasped at the little sting, unsure what to say, what to do.

“Most of her stuff is stupid girly shit like that, so yes.” 

You tried to throw a glare Bakugou’s way, but with the blonde somewhere behind you sitting at the table, you couldn’t turn your head far enough.

Especially not when you were distracted by Kirishima pushing down the waistband of his shorts. 

“I’m so glad I didn’t wear jeans.” He chuckled, holding his cock at the base as he sat back down again, scooting his chair up to edge of the table where your legs were splayed wide.

“Okay pretty, try and stay still for me. Make as much noise as you wanna, Bakugou and I don’t mind.” And then a warm mouth was pressed up against your cunt, licking at you over your panties, dragging the rough cotton against your most sensitive parts.

“Oh! o-oh, oh-oh-” Was all you could make your mouth manage as the redhead gripped your thighs in his giant hands, pushing them apart and allowing his massive shoulders to fit between them as he bent to lick at your pussy.

It felt... It felt so good, building up pressure in your stomach as your hole clenched around nothing.

Then Kiri did something awful, pulling your panties to the side and nosing into your folds with a pleased grunt. His skin was so warm, and you were so wet, and his nose started bumping against your clit as the man sloppily mouthed at you, and you couldn’t-couldn’t

“Stop-stop! ��m gonna cum!” You wailed, legs twitching.

Immediately Kirishima drew back, soothing circles getting rubbed into your calves by thick fingers. “You don’t wanna cum in my mouth? Wanna cum on my cock instead? That’s cute.”

He stood up, and you barely got a glimpse of his dick bobbing against his stomach before he was leaning forward and catching your lips in a kiss. It almost scared you, sharp teeth poking menacingly against your lips, dragging across your skin as Kirishima moved his mouth against yours, but the redhead knew how to work with his teeth.

“Man, she really is a slut for you.” Bakugou piped up from behind you. He was a bit breathless, voice scratcher, but you couldn’t focus on that, not when Kirishima was pulling away with a groan, one of his hands fisting his cock.

The redhead gathered the spit in his mouth, leaned down, and let it drip onto your cunt, panties still pushed to the side. It was burning hot, adding to the fire in your tummy, blazing higher and higher.

Heavy breathing and labored panting filled the room as Kirishima edged closer to you, laying his cock flat against your entrance, playing with your panties as he did so until they pressed against his cock as it nestled between the lips of your cunt.

And then he started grinding.

Slow, delicious, absolutely heavenly.

You almost didn’t care about the disgusting little groans coming from Bakugou, the slick sounds of him fucking his fist, the creak of his chair behind you.

Almost.

Your attention was more focused on the pleasurable little zings going up your spine as Kiri rubbed his cock through your folds, all slick and wet. You kept your legs spread wide for him, barely able to breathe at the heat that seemed to fill the space, fill your lungs and steal your voice.

Kiri leaned down to kiss you again, and your hands fisted into his tank top, the material sweaty as it clung to his chest. If you could focus, you’d be trying to pull it off him, see the beautiful skin underneath, the man’s gorgeous body.

But what he was doing with his hips felt so good, you couldn’t even think.

“Kiri-Kiri, gonna-ohmygod-gonna-!”

And you came, shuddering as his cock kept fucking back and forth through your folds, twitching against your clit, veins in his dick pulsing and dragging against your skin.

He wasn’t stopping.

“Unhh, I came, please, wait Kirishima-”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to cum on my cock baby? I’m barely getting warmed up.” A feral smile gleamed bright from his lips. “I don’t play like Bakugou, I like messy girls. Gonna get you so fucked out you can’t even speak, can’t even walk. Won’t give him any trouble then, right? You’ll be good? For us?”

The look in his eye told you that you weren’t going to get a choice.

“Fuck Kiri, turn her over when you fuck her cunt so I can use her mouth.” Bakugou’s voice cut in, and your mood soured even more.

But Kirishima was already agreeing, cock still thrusting against your cunt. 

You didn’t get to make decisions anymore.

[neverdoingmuch]

Wangxian prompt: They see each other constantly. Like, maybe they're neighbors, or is a "my kid's teacher" situation. Maybe they meet at the bus stop, or work in the same company but different offices. So they're aware of each other and they exchange glances, maybe little inside-joke smiles about things they both notice. They see each other being brave, competent, kind, so so handsome. And when they actually talk to each other months later the first thing they say is "Marry me" and "Yes"

ooh!! this sounds like a lot of fun, i love it so much. i think office workers would be the best bc then we can contrast the banality of the rest of their lives to the quirkiness of their relationship so to speak.

okay so it all started when lwj decided that he wanted to eat breakfast on his apartment balcony

he takes his bowl and goes to sit in the chair outside and he’s prepared to just enjoy the cool morning air but when he looks up he sees a man sitting on the balcony exactly opposite his

wwx, by some strange luck, has the apartment across the street, and always goes outside to try and wake up bc he is not a morning person at all and the 9-5 job is killer for someone who likes to go to sleep at like three in the morning

anyway, lwj looks up and sees this kinda cute guy just sitting on the floor miserably blinking at the rising sun and is like oh weird and tries not to stare too much

but after that first time lwj sees him, he starts seeing mystery balcony dude everywhere, like everywhere and no amount of not staring is gonna save him

he goes down to his favourite cafe to get a cup of tea after breakfast and while he’s enjoying his tea and reading the newspaper he hears someone laugh loudly and glances over to the muffin display to see balcony man chatting with one of the staff as he orders his own coffee 

balcony man must have noticed his attention because he looks over and for a moment he looks confused but then he’s smiling brightly at lwj and it’s this absolutely amazing smile and he’s even hotter when he’s not sitting in a ratty t-shirt across the street and lwj panics, chugs the rest of his tea, and immediately leaves

he ends up arriving at the train station fifteen minutes early and is stuck awkwardly waiting while avoiding the grandma who likes showing men pictures of her granddaughter who is very beautiful and very single apparently

the train arrives and lwj gets on, finds a seat and pulls out his phone to respond to emails. then, just as the doors are about to shut, who should rush in but balcony man

he’s kinda sweaty and red but the guy makes it look good and he ends up sitting down a few metres from lwj, not that lwj notices because he’s very busy responding to his emails about how one of the teams in sales is having difficulties with one of their projects, so busy that he spends the next thirty minutes staring at the email unable to get past the second line

lwj and wwx end up getting off at the same stop and to lwj’s absolute horror they end up going to the same building

lwj tries to do the thing where you speedwalk past the person so they don’t think you’re following them but then wwx did the same thing to him so they end up arriving at the same time

they get in the elevator together, lwj near the door off to the left and balcony man in the far corner, leaning against the wall and looking down at his shoes

it’s kind of awkward but thankfully wwx gets off at the fifteenth floor - software design and tech support or something while lwj gets off at the twentieth floor - sales maybe?

he doesn’t see the man again until the end of the work day when they get into the elevator at the same time and go back down. they’re the only two people in there bc they’re working late or the stars aligned or something

and that’s just the first day. after that, every day the same thing happens and they keep seeing each other as they’re going to and from work. 

but also lwj goes to do the grocery shopping and when he’s paying wwx is in the next line across and when he goes to buy new strings for his guqin wwx is already in the store buying a new mouthpiece for his dizi

this goes on for a few weeks and then one morning, while wwx is trying to shock his system into waking up and lwj is just enjoying breakfast, they hear familiar shouting: the couple downstairs is breaking up again

lwj rolls his eyes, aware that come next week they’ll be dating again, and just blocks it out when the boyfriend comes stumbling out of the building with his shirt half on and the girlfriend still yelling

he looks across the street to see what balcony man thinks of it all and sees that he’s mouthing along to the argument (it really is exactly the same speech every time but it’s incredible that he’s memorised it). lwj snorts. it’s unseemly and rude but balcony man is over there acting out the break up as well as mouthing along and it’s the funniest thing lwj’s seen all week.

wwx notices him laugh and decides to wave at him. lwj tentatively waves back and with that the magic of their relationship sets in

now when lwj goes to the cafe in the morning wwx will look around the store until he spots lwj and wave at him, and lwj will lift his mug up in greeting which always make wwx laugh

then when they get on the train, they always get seats opposite each other and while they never actually say anything, sometimes lwj will glance over to see wwx sneaking a look at him. they both blush and look away but moments later they’re doing it again

when they walk to work, lwj crosses the street so they can walk at the same pace and not have to actually be right next to each other and despite having to cross back over, wwx is always still waiting to catch the elevator with him. 

now when they go up, they still don’t talk to each other but wwx always hums and lwj taps along with whatever tune he’s picked. 

same thing when they go back down in the evening and catch the train back

over time it starts to become more than just staring and smiling, now when the couple downstairs breaks up, wwx will hold up like three fingers and lwj understands that balcony man thinks they’ll get back together within three days

(wwx’s always right btw)

when they go to the cafe lwj will send wwx a thumbs down if the sports mum with eight kids gets in queue first and wwx will always make hearts with his hands whenever the baristas start flirting. 

when they get in the train and hear the angry businessmen argue they’re sitting there making funny faces at each other,, well wwx does and lwj just tries to keep his face blank. he usually succeeds but sometimes he smiles and wwx will always do a little victory wiggle which is honestly so cute lwj is dying

the elevator? they don’t even have to say anything. whenever a coworker they don’t like hops in they just find subtle ways to explain why they don’t like them and how

the best time was when lwj saw su she get in and immediately pulled a face like he sucked a lemon and had to try and mime “he always takes really long lunches and is really bad at sales but we can’t get rid of him because he’d whine too much and no one wants to put up with that” but he’s lwj and doesn’t really do miming. in contrast, when wen chao gets in wwx just holds up his thumb and pointer finger like he’s measuring something, and holds them only a few centimetres apart. 

they both get really good at reading each other like that

when they catch the train back home it’s always really late so lwj ends up reading a book while wwx sketches and, just as lwj always holds up his books so wwx can see the cover, wwx will show lwj whatever he’s drawn

at one point in time lwj comes home and sees a stray kitten hiding in a box near the entrance to his building but he can’t take it in bc of his rabbit so instead he goes out onto his balcony and just points straight down and holds up a cardboard box he has in his own apartment

without even hesitating wwx goes downstairs and crosses the street, still dressed in his pyjamas, and takes the kitten home. 

lwj kinda expected wwx to take the kitten to a shelter or something but within a month their morning routine changes to allow a kitten to climb all over wwx as he tries to wake up and it’s ridiculously adorable but also lwj is sitting there in absolute awe of how good balcony man is to just take in a stray like that 

there’s probably a few other scenes, like wwx and lwj going out to a dinner with their teams and they get seated at nearby tables and end up sending each other commiserating smiles whenever the conversation gets particularly dull and the time when lwj gets caught by the well-meaning grandma who always tries to set people up with her granddaughter on the train and he taps out sos in morse code and wwx just replies rip and stares out the window for the rest of the trip 

anyway this is getting a bit long so im going to say jump forward a year (doesn’t have to be a year i guess). they’re still enjoying this whole thing they’ve got going on and they know each other so well that when lwj sees wwx some mornings he knows to go to the cafe early and order an extra strong coffee for wwx and wwx will sometimes sketch pictures of rabbits when lwj seems a bit annoyed after work

(wwx will fold them into paper aeroplanes and throw them across the train to lwj and lwj always takes them home and flattens them back out and then shows them to his rabbit before before putting them up on the fridge)

one day the trains break down and they’re stuck waiting at the station in the morning and for once lwj feels genuinely sad that he might not get to work on time. like work is whatever but he doesn’t want to miss out on the half an hour on the train with balcony man and the way they speedwalk to see who can get to the office first and the awkward waiting outside the elevators where wwx bounces up and down and lwj taps out a rhythm against his thigh until wwx notices and starts humming along

but then he notices wwx walking over to him. he seems kinda nervous, hesitating at first but he puts on a confident smile and saunters over and lwj is panicking because they haven’t done this before and he doesn’t know what to do

wwx opens his mouth - he’s going to make the first move and ask out his mystery man, but then lwj takes one look at wwx, who’s standing right next to him and it feels different to all the other times they’ve been together, and he panics

wwx barely manages to open his mouth to say good morning when lwj blurts out will you marry me?

wwx blinks, blushes bright red, and immediately goes yes! (it’s a bit too loud and people around them turn to stare but neither of them notice)

lwj immediately whips out his phone and sends in an email saying that he’s taking a sick day and after he sends it off, he slips his phone back into his pocket, takes wwx’s hand in his and asks him what’s your name?

it takes wwx like fifteen minutes to stop laughing by which time they’re back at their cafe and this time, they both sit down at a table after ordering their drinks and it’s the baristas making hearts with their hands at them

[beomglocks]

argus limited ; k.th

summary : the sweet man on the train is not all that he seems or you meet taehyun on a train and he flirts with you until you realize what he’s really up to

pairing : gangleader!taehyun x reader

warnings & other : this was a dream i had, i literally just typed this all up so sorry if there’s mistakes, mention of blood

w/c : 1.7K

the train is quiet save for the clinking of glasses, hushed conversations, and the metal gears of the train churning every so often.

you look outside at the snowy mountains and landscape. it makes you feel out of place since you're sitting inside a cozy wooden booth with your most elegant attire on.

it was somewhat mandatory for guests of the argus limited to be dressed accordingly since this train was very exclusive and reserved for wealthy people only. you're lucky yeonjun managed to get you a train ticket to go visit him in argus.

you hadn't even known he was staying there until he had brought you a ticket and sent it to your phone. the only message along with it being a simple, "hey baby im back! come visit me ;)" cheeky bastard.

you fiddle with your fingers, having nothing better to do on this incredibly long train ride. argus was miles away from your hometown so the journey took several hours and the train ride had just started around 2 hours ago. since you had to go through several different terrains it wasn't like your cellphone had much use seeing as there was no reception.

"excuse me miss?" you hear someone say. you tear your eyes away from the snowy desert to see a very handsome man. he had a piercing gaze and stark blonde hair. he was wearing a suit that screamed wealth and had an intimidating aura.

"do you mind if i join you?" he says as he takes a seat anyway. you sigh, looking back towards the frosty window. the guy doesn't speak for a while but you can tell he's watching you. you don't pay him any mind, not too interested with partaking in conversation.

he clears his throat, "what's a pretty woman like you doing all alone on a train like this?" you let out a silent laugh at his attempt at flirting. you don't answer his question, simply humming with a smile on your face.

"where might this pretty lady be headed towards?" he tries again.

you decide to humor him for the time being. it's not like you've got much else to do on this train. "im headed to argus," you answer. he grins at hearing your voice.

"argus? meeting someone?"

"yes, i am," you smile.

"a boyfriend?" he asks, more and more intrigued by you by the second. you raise your eyebrow at him. "i'll let you speculate that," you decide to tease.

he chuckles, satisfied with your answer. "where are you headed?" you ask him, feeling like it's only fair to know about him as well. he subtly darts his eyes around the train before answering, "just beyond argus actually."

"from your attire, im guessing business reasons?" you say. he smiles, showing off his pearly teeth, "i'll let you speculate that."

he waves his hand to let the waiter know to come to your booth. "bring your finest wine," the man demands. the waiter nods and goes off.

"you drink?" you ask. you look him over once again. he does seem like the powerful businessman type so you wouldn't be surprised if he did. "only when im around pretty women," he says smoothly. you roll your eyes at his flirtatious remark, "you must be a drunkard then."

"i'm quite the nephalist actually," he crosses his arms on the table, looking at you. "so why the wine if you don't like to drink?" you deadpan.

"well im rarely ever around pretty women like you," he shrugs. the wine comes to your table and you can tell it's very expensive just from looking at it. you let the waiter pour both your glasses before speaking up again.

"what, you don't hire women at your company?" you don't know why you ask him this but you do. you're interested by this mysterious man and if he's going to be accompanying you for the rest of the train ride then you might as well learn more about him while you can.

"my company?" he laughs lightly taking a sip of the wine. "i do...though they're not the classiest." he hums looking at his cup. you sigh, not really caring to look into the specifications of what he's talking about. "what's your name anyways?" you ask.

he smiles again, "taehyun." you nod off looking back outside. "mine is y/n."

taehyun chuckles, "can i assume that's your real name?" you look back at him with an eyebrow raised. "why would i use a fake name?"

he nods with a smile on his face and his hands up in a defensive manner. "in my company that's what we do. i trust you with my real name though."

you frown, looking away. you're starting to get weird vibes from taehyun. he hasn't done anything weird per se however you get the feeling that he's a sketchy man.

you start to hear footsteps approach your table and when you look up you see a tall man with dark hair standing next to taehyun. he looks at you then at taehyun and leans down to whisper in his ear. taehyun stares at you the whole time while he listens to whatever is being said to him.

"ah i see," he says out loud. the man stands straight again and bows to you awkwardly and walks away. "looks like this," he gestures between you both. "has to be cut short."

"is something wrong?" you take a sip of the wine and swirl it around the cup, never taking your eyes off him. he fixes his suit and takes another sip of wine. "a minor issue with our luggage." is all he says. he winks at you when he stands up and proceeds to walk away in the same direction as the man.

you take a deep breath when he leaves. you feel like you've been holding it in all this time. taehyun feels like a really intimidating man and you don't know why you feel that way. maybe it's the way he speaks or the way he carries himself. you can't put your finger on it but there's something up with him.

you lean your head on your palm, looking outside again. you really miss yeonjun and you can't wait to see him, the mere thought of being with him again makes you giddy. it's unfortunate you can't call or text him right now but once you get to argus you already know the first thing you're doing with him.

some time passes and once you realize it it's dark outside. the train employees have dimmed the lights of the carts and lit some candles for a more homey feel and you can't lie, you like it. it makes the train feel more elegant than it already is.

you stand up to go back to your room which you're glad yeonjun brought you. there are parts of this train that are merely for everyday train riders and parts that are for people traveling much longer distances. the ones who travel from town to town are able to book rooms and that's exactly what yeonjun did for you.

you rub your eyes a little since the wine made you a bit drowsy but not tired to the point where you would be able to k.o. at the sight of your bed. you bump into someone along the way and quickly apologize for not looking. "y/n," you hear taehyun's voice. you look up and sure enough there he is.

you suddenly feel cramped in this small corridor. the corridor is only meant for one person at a time to get to their rooms however you and taehyun are standing face to face and your back is against someone else's door.

"oh taehyun, i was just about to go back to my room." you don't point in which direction because frankly, you don't want him to know where you'll be staying for the rest of the night. he places his hands at your waist and you're about to tell him to get his hands off you when he speaks up, "already? the night's still young," he laughs heartily.

you laugh dryly already feeling uncomfortable with his presence. "yeah well.." you trail off when you see something on his suit jacket. "what's that?"

you point at a red mark on his suit and he follows your gaze with a frown. he wipes it with his finger and inspects it as if he's clueless as to what the red substance could be too. "that's odd..im not sure," he says. he wipes it away and looks at you with a weird gaze, quietly telling you to drop it.

if you were feeling uncomfortable before, well you're certainly feeling unsettled now. you clear your throat and wiggle away from his light grasp on your waist. "well taehyun, it was nice seeing you again. im going to sleep so i guess i'll be seeing you for the last time when the train stops at argus?" you smile trying to draw away any tension.

he nods off, "right, i'll be seeing you off for argus in a couple of hours." he places his hand on his neck and cracks it, you flinch involuntarily and hope he doesn't notice.

it's silent for a moment, just like earlier. the only sounds being glasses clinking, hushed conversations, and the trains gears churning.

"sleep tight y/n," he finishes the conversation with an easy smile. you smile back and walk off towards your room. once you step in, you breathe heavily as if you'd just been drowned and came back for air. what's with that guy? now you really can't wait to get off this train.

you sit on your bed and think back to the interaction you just had. that red mark was definitely blood. it was too dark to be the wine you both were just drinking otherwise you would've pointed it out earlier. was he bleeding or was it from something or someone else?

you really don't want to dwell on it for much longer or else you'll force yourself to dig deeper into just who this taehyun is. for now, you simply let yourself take a nap for the rest of the journey to argus. you don't even let yourself dream of the strange man. you dream of seeing your boyfriend after months of waiting and finally getting to be with him.

and you don't even realize the hushed voices coming from just outside your door.

[xuxismoon]

Killing Moon: 127 | Chapter One

Chapter One: Lights out | Disclaimer: Killing Moon is a reboot of my discontinued collaboration with eyesmilesjeno | Warnings: Slight violence, mentions of sex | Series Masterlist | Word count: 1,880 | Pairing: ??? x human!reader | Previous - Next

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Waking up in a strangers bed on a Saturday morning wasn’t out of the ordinary for you, but waking up to meet the eyes of a foreboding man dressed in black robes resembling that of a witch, was not. You blinked several times, wondering if it was all a dream, a type of sleep paralysis even. You ruled out sleep paralysis when you sat up without much resistance from your body, your movements followed by the eyes of the witch man. 

Rubbing your eyes you look back at the man, giving him one last once over before you swung your legs over the side of the bed. You return his quizzical look as you brush your fingers through your hair, suddenly worried about how your appearance looks to him. As your fingers swipe under your eyes to rid your face of last nights makeup you hear a voice behind you. You turn to see the voice in question to find a beautiful man, rubbing his eyes and murmuring something under his breath in a foreign language. Bringing his hands away from his face the man looks around, spotting you and flashing you a tired smile. “Sicheng!” Your head whips back around to find the robe adorned man staring intently at the freshly awoken male beside you. “Yuta.” He responds, his voice dripping in annoyance. They start to bicker with each other as if you weren’t even sitting there between them, the one in robes occasionally glancing or gesturing to you. As their voices got louder, the more prominent your headache seemed to get. Rubbing your temples you attempt to speak, your voice coming out in as a small croak. Clearing your throat you speak again, this time its loud and clear enough to catch the two males attention. “Can you guys quite down? Maybe argue outside? My head is fucking killing me.” At this, the man in-front of you gapes in shock, while the one beside you lets out a low chuckle. Looking back and forth between the two you shake your head, pushing your self off the bed. “Clearly you don’t know how to treat a guest so I’m gonna go grab myself a water.” A loud laugh rings out behind you and you smile to yourself, grabbing and turning the handle to the door. You open the door to find two boys, staring at you with wide eyes. Before you could slip past them they start bombarding you with questions. “Are you Sicheng’s Girlfriend,” “Who are you? What’s your name,” “Are you a succubus too?” Pausing your movements you turn your head to the tallest one of the bunch, “A what?” Before the boy could answer a booming voice ripped though the air, “Chenle! Jisung! Go downstairs this doesn’t involve you.” As the boys walked away you could’ve sworn that you could see straight through them for a second. As you opened your mouth to call our their names, which you assumed were Chenle and Jisung (Although you didn’t know which was which), the man with the booming voice stepped in front of you. You quirked eyebrow at you while looking you over, then sticking his hand out to you. “Im Taeyong, nice to meet you, Miss…” Taking his hand you answer, “Y/n.” As you start to walk around him, he grabs your arm, halting your steps. “Sorry Y/n, I cant let you leave just yet.” You turn around and grab Taeyong’s wrist, twisting it until it releases your upper arm. “Thank you, but ill leave when ever I please.” As you stride across the hallway and down the stairs you hear him yell. “Wait! Y/n, thats not what I meant! Please stay for breakfast!” His voice sounding far away but when you turn around from the bottom of the stairs Taeyong is standing face to face with you. Furrowing your brows you tell yourself after this experience you are never getting that drunk again. “And besides,” Taeyong points to your legs, “I don’t think you can leave without pants on.” A charming smile stretches across his face and he chuckles, his laugh so enlightening that you couldn’t help but smile yourself.  “Please, stay for breakfast.” Sighing you nod your head, “Fine, as long as its good, Taeyong.”

Taeyong then leads you to one fo the largest dining room tables you’ve ever seen. “You have guests often?” You ask turning your head to observe Taeyong’s reaction. “I guess you could say that.” Running his hands through his purple locks, which look surprisingly good on him. As if Taeyong heard your thoughts he smiled at you, giving his hair an extra ruffle with his fingers before you turned to you. “Its actually quite soft even after the bleach and dye.” You look at him in surprise as you nod your head in response. “Oh, um, sorry. I caught you staring at my hair…” Taeyong says, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. Your attention was then caught by another tall handsome man entering the room with a strange black pot that smelled of food. “Hey beautiful, breakfast is ready.” He said winking at you as he set the pot down on the table. “Um, thanks?” You stare at the tall man in confusion, just how many people live here? “Around 10, some come and go, like the little ones.”  You whip around to Taeyong, eyes wide in shock. “Did I just say that out loud?” Taeyong stares back at you in shock, his mouth slightly open. You two stare at each other until the other male cuts in walking to stand next to Taeyong, “Yeah you did, its okay though its an honest question.” Your mouth forms an ‘o’ as you stare between both of the men in-front of you. After a few moments of silence and some awkward eye contact between the three of you, someone clears their throat from behind you. Turning around you are met with the odd man in robes form earlier and the male, you assumed, you slept with. “I don’t think we met properly earlier, Im Yuta.” The man in robes extends his hand towards you and you take it, shaking hands. “And Im Sicheng, just incase you don’t remember.” You nod drinking in both male’s appearances, despite being quite the odd ball, Yuta, seemed nice and was very attractive. While, Sicheng, the more normal of the two seemed to radiate pure sex, even when dressed in plain sweats. As you continue to stare, someone clears their throat behind you. You turn your head to see Taeyong, his face crimson red with blush, “Are you okay?” At this the unnamed male next to him laughs and pats Taeyong’s back, “He’s fine, just not around girls too often, don’t mind him.” At this you quietly giggle, turning back around to find that Yuta and Sicheng have already sat down at the table and started to eat. “Go ahead, eat, my cooking is very… magical.” Said the unnamed male, pulling out a chair for you, gesturing you for you to sit down with a smile. “Oh, and by the way, Im Jaehyun, thought you should know, beautiful.” Jaehyun stated with a smile and the second wink of the day. Plopping down in the chair Jaehyun pulled out next to Sicheng for you. “What did he make?” You question, peering over the edge of the pot to see eggs and bits of bacon mixed together. “He makes the same thing everyday, eggs.” Taeyong states, chuckling at Jaehyun’s playfully offended reaction to his words. You smile at the boys interaction, feeling oddly at peace and you scooped some eggs onto your plate. “Well Jaehyun and I have some business to attend to, eat well Y/n.” Taeyong says while he practically drags Jaehyun out of the dining room. You shrug your shoulders and start shoveling eggs into your mouth, your stomach so empty it hurts. You look up to find Sicheng staring at you, amusement showing in his features. “Hungry, kitten?” You nearly choke on your food at the pet name and look at Sicheng in shock. From across the table you hear Yuta laugh at your expression. “Excuse me?” You say once you swallow your food, “Ahh, what? You seemed fine with that title last night.” You groan in annoyance and place your head in your hands, “Oh my god, I’m never drinking again.” Both males laugh at you statement and Sicheng pats you on the back “Sure, whatever you say kitten.” You glare at the man next to you before you push yourself out of your chair. “I have to pee, wheres the bathroom?” “Upstairs, the fourth door on the left.” Yuta points at the stairs, you nod as a thank you and make your way out of the dining room and up the stairs. You pause when you hear heated voices behind the third door of the hallway. “He let a human in the house! We have to erase her memory, what if she remembers where the house is located?” The voice you identify as Taeyong, “Calm down, with how black out drunk she was last night I doubt she does, she didn’t even remember Sicheng’s name.” Another voice says, Jaehyun, you think. “I can just erase her memory to be safe, I don’t want to risk anything, what if someone gets their hands on her?” At this you suck in a breath, your heart racing, who are these people? You quickly step away from the door when you hear foot steps towards the door. You try to make it into the bathroom before the door opens so you wont get caught eavesdropping. Before you could open the bathroom door, the door next to you swings open to reveal Taeyong, Jaehyun trailing behind him. “You heard what we said, didn’t you?” Taeyong asks, his face serious. “Nope!I have no idea what you guys were saying. I just gotta pee, have a nice day!” You ramble as you finally manage to open the door, trying to slip inside before you get yourself into any more trouble with these people. Before you can shut the door Taeyong catches the door with his foot, prying it open with his hand. “I know your lying, its okay, we wont hurt you.” You have a hard time believing him as he steps closer to you, cornering you in the bathroom. His stature towering over you. “Let me leave or I’ll punch you.” You say, trying to sound as tough as you could, forcing yourself to stand tall, looking up into Taeyong’s eyes as a challenge. At this Taeyong sighs, his eyes turning a deep shade of red. When he inches forward you send your fist flying. Your knuckles meeting with his nose, a sick cracking sound echoing through the bathroom. As Taeyong grips his face in shock you run past him, pushing Jaehyun out of the way when he tries to block your path. When you reach the bottom of the stairs you are met with Taeyong’s fiery eyes. You stumble back, baffled at how he could have intercepted your path. “Lights out sweet heart.” He whispers to you, staring at you intently. You feel sleep overtake you then everything goes black.

[im-tops-bottom]

Steve breaks up with Tony after finding out Bucky is still alive.

Steve fights everyone to save a soldier that didn't want to return. Goes against the accords. Starts an argument with Tony after Tony fixes Bucky's arm up and puts him through BARF and then proceeds to be happy and smug as he is not only reunited with returned memories winter soldier but also with the love they once shared. After everything Steve and Bucky take down Tony in Hydras Siberian bunker.

After a month of thinking Tony just went off the grid, something doesn't sit well with the rogues so they return to the compound to find that there is a search and rescue operation for Tony. Even though everyone that sided with tony are pissed at they rogues they needed more hands on deck.

They visit the Siberian bunker which was the last place they saw Tony. The find the suit there but not the man. They find a kidnapped genius in the arms of Madame Hydra who relocated in Germany.

Turns out Hydra kidnapped him so they can make a time machine to go back in time and stop Captain America from destroying Red Skull and stopping his plan.

They fight tooth and nail to get Tony back. When they do Madame Hydra activates the time machine. Tony, Bucky and Steve make a run for her and managed to stop her from entering. Bucky had thrown her across the room. Bright light surrounds everyone in the room and the next thimg the 3 know is that they have gone back to the 40s.

Tony manages to find a hideout in an old abandoned building for the 3. He knows they will be there for awhile as he needs to gather together enough parts to make a somewhat descent time machine. He tells the two to stay put amd make sure they don't run into themselves while Tony is gone. He walks out ignoring Steve calling out to him.

It only takes a week for everything to fuck up. Tony gets beaten up in an alley and is saved by a short skinny Steve and a tall not too bulky but still muscular Bucky. A day later because he refused to seek treatment and gets sick, he accidentally blurts out how he is from the future and he has their older versions hiding out in a safehouse. While in his sick state he also flirts with Bucky.

Once he wakes up and finds he's not sick anymore, he looks up to find an annoyed Winter Soldier and Steve standing at rhe foot of a makeshift bed glaring down at him while a sheepish Steve and a smug Bucky stand by the doorway.

He groans as he let's out a "please tell me I did not just flirt with James Barnes. Please tell me it's just a dream."

"no can do princess"

"how did I get here?"

"in your sickly state you walked in the rain all the way here. Almost got lost but kept saying you needed to fix a soldiers arm. We followed you to make sure you were alright. We didn't believe you then but now I can say that i am officially creeped out."

"amd why am I laying here with two grumpy super soldiers staring at me like they want nothing more than to tie me down and make sure I never leave this place?"

"give Bucky half a chance and he just might do that"

"not now Stevie"

"fuck my life"

Tony sits up and accepts a glass of water and food from the younger Bucky before staring at all 4 of them.

"okay so stars and stripes is gonna be Cap, pipsqueak's is gonna be Rogers, 4 seasons is gonna be Bucky while his flirty self is gonna be James. How is this my life right now"

It takes 2 more weeks to find out that no, not only is this a time machine but it had sent them to a different universe. One where pipsqueak is in love and dating Peggy Carter, James is a playboy, Howard lost his sons Tony and arno a year ago and they are officially fucked.

While Bucky and his Winter counterpart that sits in the back of his mind trying to figure out what makes Tony so special that Steve still wants him back even though he said that he still loves Bucky and would do anything for him, Steve is trying to keep a flirty Tony away from an equally flirty James Barnes and it's not planning out well.

Bucky sees what Steve sees throughout an entire week. Tony even when angry still treats the super soldiers with respect and makes sure that Bucky is alright while sort of keeping away from Steve. He is careful with the pipsqueak Steve and makes a special inhaler that works twice as better for his asthma and always checks in with Steve when Peggy isn't there for him. Even though the younger Bucky hasn't gone through the Trauma the winter soldier has gone through, he always treads carefully around the other man while maintaining his flirty charm. Bucky sees that no matter what bad things happen, Tony gets back up after learning his lesson amd keeps on fighting. He's caring and thoughtful and holy cow Bucky thinks he might be falling in love.

Well not might be, he definitely has and oh boy is jealousy kicking up a fuss. After a day of working he hits the showers. Once done he hears noises and goes to check it out. The corridor that leads down to a bunch od empty rooms as well as Tony's because he wants to be left alone is lit up just enough for Bucky to see that Tony amd his younger self are arguing.

"no seriously you don't want to go there with me. I'm double your age fpr crying out loud. I have baggage among baggage of problems that i don't want to get into. Seriously James just no"

"what are you afraid of? That I would do exactly what your Steve did to you? Cuz I won't. Oh don't give me that look gorgeous, i just worked my charm and talked Steve into telling me everything about you. I know hr doesn't like me but he likes you enough tp go on an excited little journey."

"shut it tall, dark and handsome. You don't wanna open that can of worms"

"oh but I do because your Steve seems so inclined on trying to keep me away from you"

"he's what?"

"everyone knew. That's why my Stevie is always around. To make sure you or me don't get hurt"

"he doesn't like me like that. He thought he did but gave it up for your winter soldier look a like."

"well since you are so sure why don't you just let me in"

"ugh god you are annoying"

Bucky clenches his hand as he watches a chuckling smirking James Barnes corner Tony against the wall. James grabs Tonys hands and pushes them above Tony's head before leaning down.

"since Steve told me to stay away from you because your his, why don't we go amd break his rules. Let me have you Tony. All of you. Fuck Steve"

Bucky feels something in him shatter as he hears Tony breathe out a "your right. Fuck Steve" before letting James lean down and kiss him. It's not until clothes are off and Tony's legs are wrapped around James' waist is when Bucky turns around and walks away. He decides to that he is gonna tell Steve his new feelings and what he saw.

The next day onwards, Bucky and Steve do whatever they can to make sure Tony and James aren't alone. They don't trust little Stevie so they still stick around when he is there as well. This annoys Tony and James to no end.

One night, after everyone goes to sleep, Tony sneaks out and heads over to Steve and James's building. God Tony loves Brooklyn. He smiles as he knocks on the door. Peggy answers it and ushers Tony inside and sends him of to James's room. As soon as enters he's pushed up and against the door. In a matter of seconds all clothes are off and Tony is being pounded into by James. They go at it, making sure they keep quiet right up until the sun comes up. The two cuddle and fall asleep with smiles on their faces.

Tony is woken up hours later by a shouting match. He sits up as he notices james isn't next to him. After a minute or two, the door slams open and Tony groans as his Steve and Bucky barge in like they own the place....okay so they technically do but that's besides the point.

"Tony get up and get dressed. We are leaving"

"okay first of all I don't take orders from you Cap. Second of all why the fuck would i follow you?"

"we tracked down your father early this morning, explained the situation and not only does he want to meet you but he has already started building the machine you so reluctantly want to build"

Tony doesn't give a flying fuck that he is naked. He hops out of bed and glares at the soldiers.

"what in the actual fuck Steve! Going behind my back once again"

"like what you did to us last night?"

"fuck you winter wonderland!"

"fun's over. Tony get your clothes on. We are leaving right now"

Tony stares at James from behind them and they have a silent conversation. Afterwards James reluctantly nods and Tony sighs. They don't even notice that Steve and Bucky have been watching.

"god i hate you so much. Fine. Im getting dressed"

"shower first and then dressed"

Tony raises a brow at his Bucky in confusion. He goes with it anyway as he wonders why the soldier said that.

"fine. Shower first and then the clothes come on. Wait for me in the kitchen"

Tony watches Steve turn around and drag both Bucky's with him before he closes the door and heads to the bathroom for a shower.

After a couple of minutes he jolts as he feels hands on his hips. He raises his head amd a brow in question.

"I told your two stalkers that i had to grab some things for my Stevie and Peggy. I jumped through the bedroom window"

Tony giggles as he turns around amd brings James down for a kiss. Things get heated in the cold shower and James ends up fucking tony against the wall. Awhile later James puts on the clothes he wore before and headed out the window.

"wait"

James held himself up on the windowsill. Tony heads over and kisses James causing both of them to smile.

James says "we know where each other stays. We'll make it work" before winking and jumping out the window.

Tony let's out a content sigh before closing the window amd getting changed. He walks out smiling as he heads to the kitchen where he makes himself some shitty coffee and something to eat, ignoring the Soldiers questioning looks. Turns out that Tony was wearing one of James shirts and smiles a bit more as he eats.

When the 3 get back to the hideout, Bucky tells Tony to get changed into his own clothes and then pack. Tony glares and in retaliation packs his clothes amd keeps James' clothes on. He stomps outside placing his stuff in the old car they managed to steal amd sits in the back while tge soldiers pack everything else up. There's not much stuff that needs to be packed but it fills the boot and either side of Tony because he decides to sit In the middle that has no seatbelts. Steve just shakes his head and rides shotgun while a pissed Bucky starts the engine.

They head to Stark Manor and Tony makes sure to stay professional but he can't because Steve tells him there is plenty of security and Bucky says that they will know if tony leaves and he isn't allowed to see James or his friends again. Tony is down right pissed off but holds it in as he meets Howard and Maria Stark. A plan formulates in his head and he hides it behind a smile as he starts chatting away. He ignores Steve and Bucky's suspicious looks in favor of trying to get Howard on to his side which is fairly easy because this one is nothing lkke his real shitty father. This Howard even apologizes on behalf of his one which is a surprise because Howard never apologized.

A month of building the machine that will get him home, Tony tells Howard to group up a couple of people that he is happy to assist witj (becaise he knows exactly who they are) amd create a super solider serum that was used for a war ("how are you guys not in the middle of a war? I guess my universe is just stupid"). He even gives him names of 2 people who would benefit from this as well.

A week later Steve and Bucky are pissed when a smug Tony drags in their younger counterparts with Howard behind them. Howard tells the soldiers what he's gonna do and how the two along with Peggy are gonna be staying in the manor. The two soldiers groan as they once again have to keep Tony away from these guys which is hard because howard requires them as he wants to study their blood and run through some questions.

The next night Bucky heads to the kitchen to grab a drink when jealousy rears it's ugly head. He looks out a large window as a giggling Tony is being chased around by an equally giggly James in the rain while Steve and Peggy chat under some shelter. He growls as he sees James Catch Tony amd start tickling him. He feels and hears Steve's growly presence as they watch James pick a squealing Tony up and spin around. After a couple of spins Tony leans down and kisses James.

Steve slams his fist onto the bench. He tells Bucky to drag them inside before they get sick and heads down to the lab to see if he can talk Howard into building their machine faster.

It takes one more month before Howard and Tony create a machine to get the 3 lost warriors home and a machine to turn alt Steve and Bucky into Super Soldiers.

Steve and Bucky have it all planned out. They knew Tony wasn't going to tell them about the machine so they asked Howard. They tell Howard and his team to test the serum first. While the younger ones are in the machines set up for them and have been activated, steve nods towards Bucky. Ignoring everyones screams of shock, Bucky activates the time/universe jumping machine amd watches as Steve throws Tony over his shoulder amd they jump through the ! machine.

They are sent back to their time and universe which is great for Steve and Bucky. Not so great for the crying and screaming Tony that's mashed between the two. They hold Tony place as he screams out how he wants to go back. They don't let him.

2 years later Tony looks up in shock as a bright light surrounds him before disappearing, leaving a smirking buffed up James Barnes. James smiles happily before staring Tony directly in the eye.

"I finally found you. I've come to bring you home"

Within those two years the two original super soldiers have had no luck trying to win over Tony. They make sure that none kf Tony's dates comes back for more. They are protect amd possessive over him.

As they head down to Tony's workshop they become jealous angry people who are yelling at Tony to get back there and stay put. They don't grab Tony in time and see red as a smirking James drags Tony through the machine.

Tony's life becomes a cat and mouse from then on. He bounces around between both universes. 2 obsessive soldiers kidnap him and bring him back to his og universe while his boyfriend saves him and takes him back to where he wants to be. It's a hard life but for him it's totally worth it

[hermannsthumb]

Because I am in a mood for horrible things, what do you think of Hermann getting to close to uncovering the truth so Precursor possessed Newt seduces him into bed as a distraction? Bonus if the Precursors taunt Hermann about it later.

i know this ask is from like. august. but i literally filled this ages ago and FOR SOME REASON....NEVER POSTED IT UP. looking over it now it’s definitely because right after i wrote it i was like :( no bonus unfortunately thatd probably kill me to write

so im editing it a little bit but....here is one of the only uprising compliant fics ive ever written LOL (also the “play with your test tubes” line is ripped literally directly from the novelization. which i never bothered to read bc i hated the film but i have some Choice bits saved via a friend. like the test tubes line) rated E/18+ below cut

There’s something off about Newton.

Newton’s always been vain. He always did his hair up with too much product and wore jeans a bit too tight and stressed and fretted over even the smallest wrinkle, but he never wore suits like this before, never kept himself so perfectly shaven, never kept his waist so trim. He’s lost his soft edges, the glasses that used to frame his face so nicely. He’s colder, too—colder to strangers, colder to Hermann. They fought in the past, of course, argued incessantly, took petty jabs at each other’s disciplines, but Newton never outright refused to discuss research with Hermann before.

Hermann’s research won’t matter, Newton says, his drones will make this obsolete, Hermann’s wasting his time, Hermann shouldn’t bother.

It’s been a decade, Hermann knows, people change in a decade, Hermann himself has changed in a decade (Hermann’s a little lonelier, a little sadder, a little more spontaneous, a little messier), but there’s something off. Something wrong. Hermann can’t quite place it. Hermann—

“You should come ‘round for dinner,” Newton says. His demeanor has changed, so subtly—all business before, but now, he’s standing close, eyelids half-mast, lips curled into a lazy smile. “We could catch up. Talk about that experiment of yours. Play with your—” Newton casts a little glance at the door, then takes a step forward, drags a finger down Hermann’s chest, “—test tubes.”

“Oh,” Hermann says, mouth hanging open, and something is very wrong, but it’s been so long since he’s made love to Newton, so long since he’s been the subject of Newton’s raw desire, some ten long, long years spent without Newton’s kisses and Newton’s touch. “Ah. I.”

Newton drags his finger lower, skimming over the fastening Hermann’s trousers, and Hermann’s knees threaten to buckle. “Mm?”

“Dinner,” Hermann stammers. “Dinner would be lovely, Newton.”

“Tomorrow night,” Newton says, snapping his hand away, and he’s as brisk and businesslike as he was before. “I’ll have my people pick you up when you’re done with—” He waves his hand at the mess of Hermann’s lab and wrinkles his nose. “This. Yeah?”

“Alright, Newton,” Hermann says, heart pounding. “Thank you.” He nearly cringes at the words before they leave his mouth—how weak, how pathetic Newton must see him, grovelling like a desperate ex-lover for the slightest bit of attention. (Is he an ex-lover?)

“And, uh, wear something nice,” Newton says, looking Hermann up and down skeptically. Hermann’s hands go to his collar immediately, smoothing over it, self-conscious; he quite likes this shirt. He thought Newton would’ve liked it, which is why he wore it today in the first place. Newton doesn’t notice, just slips his sunglasses back on. He’s gone with a little wave and without a second glance.

Newton’s people pick Hermann up exactly as Newton promised the following night. He sends a big, fancy car, far more extravagant than anything either of them have owned in their entire lives, with a minibar in the back. The driver tells Hermann Dr. Geiszler insists Hermann make himself comfortable, have as many drinks as he’d like. “Why couldn’t Dr. Geiszler be here, then?” Hermann says, politely refusing the man’s attempts to take his suit coat for him.

The driver doesn’t answer.

He gets shown to the front of Newton’s condo complex, gets instructed to the right room, and then he’s riding the elevator up and standing in front of Newton’s door. He almost can’t bring himself to knock. “It’s unlocked,” Newton calls from inside as Hermann raises his hand, almost like he can sense Hermann. Perhaps some strings of their neural link remain, frayed and weakened by time though they may be. “Come on in.”

Hermann pushes open the door. Newton’s condo is far too extravagant, far too elegant for Hermann’s and Newton’s tastes, marble countertops and windows the size of walls, but that’s not what makes Hermann nearly stumble, grip his cane hard, makes him say “Newton?” in surprise.

There’s candles lit on what’s presumably the dining table, the counters, the coffee table, and Newton’s leaning against the table with a glass of wine and in a very sheer robe. It’s more like lingerie than anything. There’s absolutely nothing beneath it. Hermann snaps his eyes up, and Newton sets his glass down. “Hermann,” he says, and swoops in, throws his arms over Hermann’s shoulders. He’s so warm, so close, and it’s so much after nothing for so long, and Hermann very nearly gasps when Newton presses their lips together in a kiss.

“Newton,” Hermann repeats, feeling vaguely foolish, because he’d been hoping the night would go like this but didn’t by any means expect it, “what are you—that is—?”

Newton flutters his eyelashes prettily. “I wanted to dress up for you,” he says, and wraps his fingers around Hermann’s neat tie.

“I wanted to talk about my research,” Hermann says weakly. “We—”

Newton rubs his hips against Hermann’s, bare skin on fabric. Newton’s already hard, the head of his prick flushed red. (This isn’t right, Hermann thinks, something isn’t right with Newton, but oh, Newton is so handsome, so lovely, only more so with age, with the grey at his temples and the little lines at the corners of his eyes that Hermann wants nothing more than to kiss over and over. Hermann should’ve been there to watch him grow old.) “Research?” Newton says. He gives an exaggerated pout. Purposefully silly. It’s more like the Newton Hermann remembers. “That’s boring, man, come on.”

“I suppose—ah.” Newton leans back in and runs his tongue along Hermann’s lower lip, rubs his prick at the front of Hermann’s trousers again, and Hermann’s brain feels fuzzy.

“Come sit,” Newton says in his ear, and he threads the fingers of his right hand with Hermann’s left and tugs him forward. Hermann lets Newton pull him to the sofa and sit him down, lets him set his cane aside delicately, and then Newton settles himself down atop Hermann’s lap. “Hermann,” he sighs, nosing at Hermann’s neck, “I missed you so much, honey. I’ve been so lonely without you.” He picks up one of Hermann’s hands and slides it across his chest, just over one of his nipples, and rubs his prick against the front of Hermann’s nice dress shirt. He lowers his voice. “Do you still remember how I like to be touched?”

Of course Hermann remembers. He remembers how to draw sighs from Newton, gasps of pleasure, how to take him apart until he’s trembling in Hermann’s arms and breathing out pledges of love. He wonders if Newton remembers how to do the same for him. Hermann brushes his thumb over the nipple presented so readily in front of him and feels Newton shiver. “Newt,” he croaks (he came to talk about business, about his research), “I really could use your input on my work. Ah.” Newton worries Hermann’s earlobe between his teeth. “You see. Newton. Ah. It’s not quite finished, you see—”

“Mm-hmm?” Newton hums, working open Hermann’s top few buttons. Hermann can’t help but rub his thumb over the same nipple once more and elicit another little shiver of pleasure.

“The equation,” Hermann says, as Newton kisses his throat and Hermann strains in his trousers, “I’m missing—” Newton takes his other hand, pushes it under the fabric of the little sheer robe and down his lower back, down to the curve of his ass, and Hermann lets out a deep groan. “Oh, Newton…”

“C’mon,” Newton says, and bites at his earlobe again. “We can talk after.” He’s grinning. Hermann’s too entranced by him to do anything but nod.

Newton takes him to bed, then, to his ridiculous, absurd, oversized bed, pushes Hermann down and rides him fast, doesn’t even bother to take Hermann’s shirt off fully and leaves Hermann’s trousers bunched around his knees, cries and begs and tells Hermann how much he missed him, how much he’s wanted him for so long.

(“Why didn’t you call,” Hermann snarls, gripping Newton’s thighs hard enough to leave red half-moons against his inked skin, “why didn’t you email, or text, or—”)

(It’s the best orgasm Hermann’s had in ten years.)

“Stay the night,” Newton says later, propped up on his elbow and idly tracing across Hermann’s jaw with his finger. “I’ll make everything up to you, starting tomorrow.”

There’s a curtain covering something in the corner of Newton’s bedroom, something big, something Hermann hadn’t noticed in his previous haze of lust, and Hermann can’t stop staring. He doesn’t like it. “Newton, love,” Hermann begins.

“I’ll actually make dinner,” Newton continues, not noticing Hermann’s discomfort. Perhaps ignoring it. He nips at Hermann’s throat. “Whatever you want. Or we could go out somewhere fancy. There’s a place—”

“What is that?” Hermann points at the curtain.

Newton steals a little kiss. “Forget about that rocket fuel,” he says, lips brushing against Hermann’s. “I don’t want you hurting yourself. Or worse. I mean, what would I do without you, Hermann?”

Hermann tears his eyes away from the curtain, his chest clenching painfully. Ten years of radio silence from Newton. “You seem to be faring pretty well without me,” he spits out, bitter.

Newton straddles Hermann’s waist again, pressing kisses to his neck once more. “I’m sorry,” he says, “I’ve just been so busy, Hermann, and stressed, it wasn’t on purpose, I’d never blow you off like that on purpose.” He rubs their noses together. “I love you.”

Hermann wraps his arms around Newton, holding him in place. Newton has been busy, he supposes, and stressed, which would explain why he’s been so odd, so distant. He still makes love the same—vocal, enthusiastic, eager to please Hermann and be pleased in return—still kisses the same, still touches Hermann the same. He’s still the man Hermann loves. “I know,” Hermann sighs. He kisses the top of Newton’s head. He doesn’t think he’ll ever quite be able to forgive Newton for all those years, but he’s certainly willing to start something new.

“Forget about the fuel?” Newton says.

Hermann really could hurt himself with ill-advised experiments with kaiju blood. (Besides: Newton’s concern is proof Newton still cares about his well-being.) “Alright, Newton,” Hermann says, unable to help his smile, and Newton steals another little kiss.

“Stay the night,” Newton insists once more. “I’ll cook breakfast.”

Newton’s bed is comfortable. Newton is even more comfortable. Hermann nods.

It’s good to have Newton back.

[gtsvnbys]

thin walls

neighbor au! where you live next to jaebum and jinyoung and a hole in the wall is all it takes for jaebum to actually get to know you 

so you just moved into a new apartment building

you're new to the area, but the building is kinda old

your apartment is clean and very simple and homey

if you turn up your stereo to the max level, then everyone on the floor can hear it

but everyone on your floor is very nice, there's a cute old couple, two college students, a single mom and her daughter, and a pair of guys living next door to you at the end of the hall

you've formally met jinyoung when he introduced himself to you when you moved in

but you've never met his roommate jaebum except for one time making eye contact with him when leaving your apartment

the elevator dinged open and revealed a group of guys all arguing with bags of food in their hands

you definitely recognized jinyoung walking with them as he waved at you while they all went to the door next to yours

and then you made eye contact with your neighbor, his roommate

he had a v tall build, looking v straight and proper as he went in last, making sure none of them dropped anything in the elevator

he was simply dressed in an oversized hoodie and loose-fitting pants but in all his natural beauty, he looked so handsome

when he caught your eyes, a surge of electricity ran through you

your initial reaction was to turn your head away, open your door and slam it shut behind you

and so you did just that

the minute it shut, you realized that you were meant to be going out to dinner to meet your friends jisoo and irene

so that meant you had to go back out

but thankfully the thin walls meant you could hear all of them enter jinyoung and jaebum's apartment and shut the door

a couple weeks pass and you still don't really know jaebum all too well

so you try to wait and wait and linger by the mailboxes in the lobby to try and catch the handsome man, but he still doesn't show up half the time

when you're about to approach the elevator and he's inside, the doors suddenly close and you're left waiting for it to come again

other times, you wave at jaebum when you're about to enter your apartment and you can see him make eye contact with you!! 

but he doesn't respond with anything except a tight-lipped smile and a small wave back

jinyoung talks to you in passing and in the elevator, and so you get to know him pretty well

you even get to know of their friends who visit them basically everyday

jackson always is prepared to fight anyone for you 

mark usually keeps to himself

bambam and yugyeom are always making inside jokes or dabbing and babbling on about whatever

and youngjae is usually found singing to whatever you have on the radio

and yet you know v little about jaebum 

so they tell you stories of jaebum and jinyoung from university days (which explains the JJP sign on their door) and their random adventures (aka it becomes 'embarrass jaebum' time without him even knowing bc he's gone when you're over or he's in his room)

and so you find yourself liking what you hear about jaebum

and bc you're SO obvious, everyone can tell that you kinda like him

and when they tell jaebum about it, he just brushes it off and says it's probably not anything

and it's bc jaebum doesn't want to raise his hopes

bc jaebum has a small crush on you and refuses to do anything about it

he gets super flustered and freezes up when he notices you, and he knows that if he opens his mouth, he's gonna spit gibberish at you

so he just avoids talking to you in general

which is a stupid move in everyone's opinion

bc he's gonna have to talk to you eventually

I mean, you are his neighbor and crush and everything

one night, you're back in your apartment after a long day at work and you can hear everyone in jinyoung and jaebum's apartment

they're playing a game or watching some type of fight when the walls shake for a moment

a book falls off your bookshelf with a slam as you hear a string of curse words come from the side wall that was surprising clear 

you cross your kitchen to pick up the book when you see specks of drywall and dust accumulate on the ground right before your very eyes

"JAEBUM!! YOU MADE A HOLE IN THE WALL!!" 

you stand back up abruptly, your eyes meeting jaebum's in a place where wasn't supposed to be a hole at all

meaning your neighbor broke through your wall

meaning there was literal HOLE the diameter of a fist in your wall

thankfully, nothing fragile or made from glass was next to the lonely hole in your wall

just some books from falling from your bookcase and a photo frame nailed up on the wall became slightly askew

that's how jaebum started his very first conversation with you, "uh… hi (y/n)—sorry—the hole in the wall, I didn't mean to! the game, we were—"

“you did this?” you're just so surprised and jaebum immediately thinks you're super super mad at him

but you’re just super super surprised this hasn’t happened any earlier?? if that makes sense??

bambam and yugyeom start apologizing since it was their fault that jaebum accidentally punched the wall but you don’t really care, “are you okay, jaebum? is your hand okay?” 

and everyone is staring at you staring at jaebum, whose eyes are wide and he’s confusedly pointing at himself, like ‘huh? are you talking to me’

and jinyoung and mark are smirking while yugs and bambam are snickering to themselves, “yeah (y/n), I-I’m fine”

you and jaebum go downstairs to report the accident to your building manager and he agrees to take care of it asap

meaning it's gonna take a couple weeks to get it patched up

and with jaebum more relaxed around you, you're over at JJP's apartment a lot more often

he gets a lot less flustered, but he masks it well when you're around

bc he literally just punched a hole in the wall, how much more embarrassing can he get

and when jinyoung tries to kick you out, you just reason that his roommate made a hole in your wall and he immediately shuts up and glares at you (ah, that signature park jinyoung glare)

and so of course you and jaebum are a lot more closer than before

when you hear him working on his music, you ask if you can hang out and watch him 

and he lets you and wow, you’re falling deeper in love with this man

diD I SAY LOVE, OOPS

when you cook too much food for dinner, you invite jaebum over to help finish it

which usually also ends in watching a movie or just staying up talking

when jinyoung and the rest of the guys wonder where he is, they just check the hole in the wall and would you look at that? it’s you and jaebum asleep on your couch together

cue all the blackmail photos being sent in the got7 group chat

you also use the hole in the wall as a means of handing things back to them

you borrow a blanket from them and you're too lazy to walk?

you shove the blanket through the hole in the wall and whabam! easily done

you need something sweet for your coffee?

you call for jaebum and he graces you with his presence and the sugar 

you accidentally take jaebum's hoodie after he put it on you when you visited over?

nope, you're definitely keeping that;)

you're reading a book in your apartment when you hear two ppl enter the JJP apartment

"hyung, ask her out! today’s your chance!" jackson's voice was loud and clear as day, you didn't even need jaebum's hole in the wall to hear it

you can hear jaebum immediately shoot down the idea

"why nottttt?" Jackson's voice whined out the last word, "I can tell she likes you!"

you’re wondering who the girl in question is so you silently move a bit closer to the hole in the wall

you heard a loud scoff from jaebum as jackson let out a shocked groan of disbelief, "what?? you don't see it? (y/n) smiles so hard when she's around you and I always see her looking at you or waiting around the lobby for you when you're supposed to come back from work! mark saw her yesterday at the mailboxes for nearly an hour because you usually go around 5 to get the mail"

“am I that obvious?” you asked yourself, trying to remember if you saw mark see you the other day. you immediate slapped your hand over your mouth once you realized you said it out loud

they apparently didn’t hear you as jackson continued talking, “hyung, I know you've been making googly eyes at her since she moved in! now is your chance to actually out her out! and you know she’s going to say yes, so what’s the harm?”

there was pure silence till you heard jaebum speak again, “I‘m busy tonight”

"so you are asking her out tonight! is that what these flowers are for?" you heard the crinkle of plastic and peeked around the hole in the wall, seeing jackson hold up a small bouquet of flowers as jaebum had his back to you, "these are for (y/n), aren't they?" 

"I have something to do tonight, will you leave so I can get ready?" 

"so are you gonna ask out (y/n) or what?" you can hear jaebum hum something incoherent in response and then jackson leave the apartment with a 'okayyyyyy, bye hyung! good luck asking (y/n) out!'

after a beat of silence, you heard jaebum speak up again, "I know you're listening, (y/n)" 

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop," you immediately defend yourself, moving closer to the hole in the wall, "and it's not my fault jackson talks so loud…"

he raises an eyebrow at you and you pout, "so im jaebum, are you busy tonight?" 

you point at the flowers and he hides them behind his back, "well, it all depends if you are…"

"what are you—"

you can see the tips of his ears turn red as he presents the flowers through the hole in the wall to you

"are you asking me out through this hole in the wall?" you smile at him with disbelief

"depends, are you saying yes through this hole in the wall?"

[strangerfwendz]

May 18

Last night, I messaged brad some selfies of Leo. I’ve decided to name it Leo. He thinks I’m crazy but he joked that I got a new puppy to replace him. He didn’t seem too against it. I fell asleep with the puppy wrapped in a towel next to me. When I woke up I was on the couch in the living room. Brad and I talked a bit it was a nice conversation. My roommates were getting ready for classes and I was sooo tired. I couldn’t get up for a jog. I realized my classes started an hour later that day so I went back to my room to sleep. The puppy was sooo cute! I woke up and put it on top of me and went back to sleep and the little guy went up to my pillow and fell asleep curled up against my face. Adorable!!!

I eventually got up, did a bit of exercise that I learned from fitness club the other day. I cleaned up my bed in the case she messes with any of it and left her on the bed wrapped up in a towel.

I sat with lara, sofia, Julie, and marya at banquet. There was a debate about dress code cause sofia didn’t like that she had to tie her hair up. Especially because she walked through the buffet restaurant and ms anastasiia specifically came over to banquet to tell her to tie up her hair. Just follow the dress code, its not difficult. They were arguing that each teacher has different standards of the dress code and not all of them bother enforcing them or even following the rules themselves. The conversation somehow shifted over to why do we pay so much as globals and where does that money go. Then they called Mr Robert Van Dur Ham over. He suggested that we talk to mr bow about it. Make a case and bring it up to him over email or book an appointment to talk to him at his office. They were serving wine for the main course but it was past 12pm already. I downed the glass of wine and rushed back to palm beach. Leo was still sitting exactly as I has left her, I was relieved and impressed. I swooped her up and went to the pet store that Jason tried to bring me yesterday. Leo was shaking, I was getting anxious. The famous mill mill bar was right next to it pet store up a little staircase. I was really confused when I arrived as the staff was just a little boy? But later on it seemed to be a lady as she spoke knowledgably about the puppy and her products.  But this lady was so short she looked like she never went past puberty in primary school. I asked a bunch of questions about what I should get her and she made a few uncomfortable faces saying, “lets see if she lives first”. Thank you for your honesty but why do you say that? I bought a cage, food bowl, milk powder, puppy food. Jason(les roches) eventually came up to the store but he took so long to come by. When I messaged him earlier before I got there, he said he had just finished taking a shower so he shouldn’t have needed more then 10 minutes. He spoke to the lady and she said the puppy is probably a street dog. Jason threw his hands up and said ‘I knew it! You could buy it in my hometown for just 30 to 40RMB. No one wants it.” Then he sighed and said “oh well, whatever makes you happy.”  Jason’s wife, the driver, came up just as I had finished paying. They helped bring my stuff down. Jason didn’t have classes that afternoon and he skipped his morning class so I’m impressed that he offered to come out to help me during lunch. The driver was very nice to help bring up the things I had bought from the pet store to my room before sending me back to school.  

Vik texted me that I could share the cab with Cesar, some Mexican student from school. He needed to go to the same airport, perfect. I rushed back home after classes, called Andy for a change. Pretty much packed everything I wanted to bring back already, just needed one set of clothes really. I didn’t bother bringing my textbooks except French cause lets be honest, im not gonna study. I quicked setup the cage and put Leo inside. Jason arrived at 3.30pm and I texted Cesar to come up and help bring my suitcases down. I took whatever time I had left to hold Leo a little longer just so she knows I still care about her. Cesar came by, with Natalia who pretty much barged in, whatever. They squealed over Leo for a good 10 minutes of course. I would have loved to talk about Leo a little more but we really had to get going. I grabbed my backpack and Cesar carried both my suitcases down, chill~.

Jason kept asking me about which terminal the my flight was which I understand he’s just trying to help but my freaking ticket seriously didn’t have it written down. Heck, even the flight number was confusing. Eventually he called the airport and checked that it was the terminal one but also that my flight was delayed. Shhiiieettt. Jason said once the flight is delayed , oh man, it gets delayed by the hours and I still have a connecting flight to catch! its especially stressful when the lay over is less than 3 hours, I don’t time for this shit man. Anyways along the way, Cesar was a little panicked too cause he was suppose to meet his friend at 4pm, which made me wonder “why the heck did you stand around my apartment making goo goo eyes at my puppy?” He kept trying to contact his friend which he eventually managed to reach. They charged the meet up place and Cesar wanted to go there straight away, so Jason and I were deciding if we had time to send Cesar off first or not cause they were is different directions but Cesar kept insisting that it shouldn’t be that far from the airport. Jason said it would be an extra cost and we decided to send Cesar off first. Damn that silly boy kept insisting that its just a straight route back but boy that isn’t quite how the roads work around here, those are highways.

Fortunately, things went smoothly after, I got to the airport with enough time to check-in and get to my gate. It was not very busy but the staffs’ attitude really annoyed me. There is a security check-in at the entrance. I find myself standing there in front of the security looking at them like “okay, im standing right here waiting to go in, there isn’t anyone else around. What exactly do you want me to do? HELLOOOO!?!?!” UGH they just dazed off and here I am wondering seriously what if that person is in a rush man. Jeez, it was confusing and slow, the staff are so spaced out and nonchalant, how can I take them seriously? I was pretty irritated, tapping my foot impatiently as I waited in line. The lady at check-in was new, she was just transferred from a different department. She had no idea how to check me in so she asked me to go to another counter. The man at the other counter said I need to go check something inside my suitcase, it was just my old broken phone which I kept to download the rest of my photos but then realized was stupid cause im sure the app would need me to access a vpn in china. I headed over to the gate but when I reached the counter I didn’t realize that I was supposed to return to the check-in counter after checking my suitcase, to get my ticket. Urgh, so freakin annoyed but also so very thankful I know Chinese. God damn can’t imagine how I would survive this semester in Shanghai.

I lost my way a little bit when I was trying to find my gate. I arrived 10 minutes before the gate was scheduled to open but it was still delayed and I hadn’t eaten all day except that bit of bread and wine over lunch. I was craving fried chicken and rushed over to KFC for a quick bite. Yum. I struggled trying to pay attention to the announcements. They were very fuzzy and it felt like the Chinese voice was louder than the English one. I returned to the gate, still delayed. If I knew how long the delay would be, I would have loved to walk around and look at the many shops around but I was afraid that the gate would open at any time. I just sat there moping, listening to my music, and wishing I could sigh harder that I already was to express my frustration.

Finely, we board the plane but the expected arrival time was 11pm and I was suppose to be at the gate of my connecting flight at 10.30pm! Panicked, I asked the flight attendant what was I to do? No way was I gonna make it. I was sat between a grandma with long gel nails and a fancy updo she proudly did herself and a working office lady. During the flight, the lady and I both worked on our laptops then there were snack boxes brought to us. Despite the pathetic appearance, I was curious to try whatever “goods” the box possessed inside.

Afterwards, I started watching a movie while the working lady started reading. *sigh* really boosted the confidence in my own intellect. But whatever, I was entertained by the senseless romance movie I was watching. It had a cute passionate skinny girl who believed in the goodness of frozen food while the male lead was a typical handsome tall Eurasian. Might I just add how handsome the young boy was. God, he had such a pretty boy face. The actor was very good at coming off as arrogant in the beginning too. It probably would have been even better if he could have done it in English for the added intonations in his speech. We landed before the movie could end, I expected that.

Its 11pm and I’m stressing out again. I get off the plane and there is an airport staff waiting outside holding a sign with a light of flight numbers, one of them being my connecting flight. I eagerly show him my ticket for that flight, he says bluntly that there is now way I am going to make it and pastes a big red dot on me. He gives me some instructions about a counter on the second floor, I couldn’t really follow but whatever I’ll figure it out somehow. All the passengers pack themselves on a bus to the terminal and I’m making calls to the airline, they can’t help me because I am missing a code. I let out a sign and mutter under my breathe. A man asks me where I am going, I look over my should and answer accordingly. He had a head of mattered thick dark grey with mixed strands of white. He wore a red T shirt layered with a beige button down and a pair of matching shorts. He looked like an archeologist with a face full of sun spots and a pair of simple glasses. Noticing that he too had a big red dot pasted on his chest, I ask him that same question, he said Singapore. Noiice! From there we start talking in English, man that felt good. We quickly learn about each other as we figure out this shitty situation we’re in. It’s the first time to happen to me but a second time for him. He last time happened in china too, he wasn’t surprised. He explained that in china, especially in shanghai, the air trafficking in terrible. The flights are often delayed. We got our tickets rebooked. My earliest flight was the next afternoon at 2pm while his was at 7am. He decided to go with a flight closer to mine so he could at least get some sleep. He went down to our next destination, where we choose an accommodation of our choice within the two options offered by the airline. I went with the serviced apartments, love those, so much space. We exchange wechat information as we wait for the hotel to pick us up. Eventually, we checked into our rooms after midnight and agree to meet up for breakfast the next morning.

Laurent messaged me! So happy to talk to him again. Its so hard to contact him, miss him dearly. He’s usually busy with his internship in London now but he’s also generally bad at responding to texts. I hate that about him. Anyways I told him about my little trip over the weekend and the whole delayed situation. He said my parents were a little over the top to be spending so much for only two days back. He’s probably right but to them it meant a lot and it was worth the expense. Its there money not mine, especially if it makes them happy. Besides the whole idea of a sudden getaway is very exciting and I get to see my dad!

[theyoungest-weasley]

Newt Scamander Imagine 3 soulmate au

In which people who have a soulmate will see whatever is written/drawn on each other’s skin.

Newt remembered the first time any marks from his soulmate had turned up on his skin. Of course he had tried to connect with whomever it was before, but there had always been no response. Eventually he just assumed he didn’t have a soulmate. 

But one day when he was in potions class during the beginning of 6th year, he was giving a presentation on how to make Amortentia (due to the fact that he had skipped class the day before to sneak into the forbidden forest and this was part of his punishment) when someone from the back of the room yelled out, “Woah!! What’s on your hand?” 

Newt stopped and looked over at the short, blond haired boy with large glasses confused before holding up his hand to see what all the astonished looks were about. His hand was covered, front and back, with black ink that drew out flowers and swirls and intricate designs. He pulled down he sleeve and watched as slowly, another flower was being drawn on his wrist on its own. Only, it wasn’t appearing on its own. His fantastic soulmate was drawing the art on his/her arm, which was appearing on Newts. 

“Damn!” one girl yelled out, “Your soulmate has some skills!!”

“I have a soulmate,” Newt whispered to himself, “I thought I would die alone and i have a soulmate!” 

“Ah, thank you, but shall we return to the potion,” to Professor interjected, giving Newt a glare for disrupting the class. 

Newt nodded, his spirits lifted immensely, and rolled his sleeve all the way up so he could watch the illustrations growing on his arm from the corner of his eye while continuing the demonstration. 

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You rolled up your sleeve further to continue the flowers and designs your were drawing with ink when you heard your name. 

"Y/n?" 

"Y-yes?" you said, snapping out of a daze. 

"What do you think?" 

You laughed nervously, "Oh, um, ha, could you repeat the question?" 

Professor Rose sighed, "Y/n, if you are incapable of focusing during my lessons maybe it would be wise of me to confiscate the quill that distracts you." 

You put the quill down, "No! I swear, I'll listen!" 

The Professor gave you a skeptical look but turned and continued the lecture. You sighed in relief and sat back in your chair before turing back to your friend Queenie. 

"Y/n! Pay attention!" she whisper-yelled. 

You rolled your eyes thinking 'fine, I guess I won't tell you about my soulmate.'

Her eyes went wide and she smiled, "You never told me you had a soulmate??!!" 

"Miss Goldstein!" 

Queenie winced and looked up, "Sorry Professor." 

"Perhaps you and Miss y/l/n would like to take this conversation outside? And then come talk to me when class is over?" 

You and Queenie glanced at each other before gathering your things and going to sit in the hallway. 

"Tell me everything!!" Queenie was beyond exited. 

You laughed, "Alright, alright. So whoever it is has tried to contact me a couple of times but I haven't responded-"

“Why?" 

"Oh, because-" 

"Oh you don't want to 'tempt fate'? That's foolish, don't you want to know them? Oh you do but you want to meet in person normally?" 

"Well, anyways, I was drawing on my arm in class instead of my paper and look what they wrote!!" 

You showed Queenie your bicep proudly, which displayed the words 'you're a bloody amazing artist!!' 

Queenie smiled, "Aw how cute! But what's with the 'bloody'?" 

"I don't know. I read in a book that brits say that. Do you think they could be British?"

"Yeah, why not?" 

"God, I'm going to have to wait forever to meet them then." 

"Don't worry honey, it'll feel like no time has passed when you meet them."

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You walked into the living room of the apartment you had spent the night in wearing nothing but your undergarments. Queenie smiled as she was magically tending to both of your outfits for the day. You were about to ask where Tina was when the door opened and she slipped in, two men following her. You stood up, shocked. 

"Teenie! You brought men home!" 

"Tina!" you sounded much less enthusiastic than Queenie and more alarmed, "You brought men home?!" 

 She nodded, "Why don't you two put something on." 

You were still in disbelief at the strange round man wandering around, seemingly lost in his own world. 

"Is he okay?" You asked no one in particular. 

"Got bitten by a murtlap," the other man responded. 

"Isn't that harmful to no-maj- woah." 

You looked up only to be meet with a shockingly handsome face with bright eyes and countless freckles. The stranger gave a weak smile and you heard Queenie giggle in the background. 

"I'm Newt." 

"Y/n," you responded, still in awe. 

You looked down after a moment and realized you still weren't properly dressed. 

"I-I should-" 

"Yeah." 

You walked over to Queenie and grabbed your clothes. 

She elbowed you and whispered, "Y/n! Remember, I know what you're thinking, you naughty girl/boy!" 

You shot her an angry look and slipped away, going to get dressed and collect yourself before returning to the main room. 

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 You and Newt had become very true friends, and you couldn't wait for him to return back to New York with his newly published book. You had developed some feelings for him, but you tried your best to shoo them away, falling for your best friend was a one-way ticket to HeartBrokenville. The only person who knew of your feelings was Queenie, and only because it was impossible to hide things from her. Finally, after what seemed like hours, there was a knock on the door if Queenie and Tina's apartment. You stood up, filled with excitement, and Queenie gave you a knowing look before following Tina to answer the door. 

"Hello." You heard Newt's sweet voice and you couldn't help but grin. 

 He greeted Tina and Queenie and before turning in your direction. 

"Y/n," he spoke your name breathlessly, as though he had been incapable of speaking or breathing or living until he saw you. 

You flashed a smile. 

"Newt." 

He opened his arms and you ran into them, "It's been too long, Newtie!" 

Newt laughed, "I missed you too, love." 

You pulled away, "So... Let me see it!" 

He smiled and held up the book, the bright orange cover making everything else in the room-aside from Newt's proud smile- seem dull. 

You took it in your hands and felt the cover, "It's beautiful! I love the smell of a new book!" 

Newt laughed, "I hope you'll buy it for more than just the smell." 

You faked contemplation, "Nah, that's it." 

Newt rolled his eyes and you pushed his arm gently. 

"I'm kidding, don't worry. But I am serious when I say I am so proud of you!" 

Newt's face turned red. "T-thank you, y/n." 

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You could hear the laughter coming from the kitchen in the bathroom. Earlier you had excused yourself to freshen up before Newt's welcome home dinner, but had become somewhat side-tracked looking at your face in the mirror, you looked over at the quill on the desk in the connecting room and back in the mirror. Wouldn't it be kinda neat to draw on your face and neck? You could make it look like a tree was growing up your neck and around your face, then wash it off before dinner. Yeah, that would be super neat! You hadn't drawn on your own skin since Illvermorny years, but it was worth a shot! Besides, you'd had plenty of practice drawing on paper. You dipped the tip in in and began drawing on your neck as you looked in the mirror. You had gotten a little past your chin with the branches and leaves when your ears tuned in to the commotion coming from the living room. You heard shocked tones and rushed words turning into arguing. You didn't take the time to drop the quill and rushed out to make sure everyone was okay. Newt was looking in the mirror and Queenie, Tina, and Jacob were huddled around him, all shouting suggestions to a distressed Newt. 

"Just wash it off!" Tina recommend. 

"Leave it for a moment!" Queenie interjected. 

"Will you get ink poisoning?" Jacob asked Newt with concern, putting a hand on his shoulder. 

You remained confused and speechless for a moment before yelling, "What on earth is going on?" 

All four turned to you in a rush to explain themselves before pausing. 

You sighed, "Look, I was going to wash it off before I came back but then I heard all the commotion and-" 

"Y/n," Queenie interupted, "Look at Newt." 

Your eyes made contact with his and you noticed the black in his neck. 

Branches, leaves, and flowers were delicately drawn all the way up to his chin, identical to yours. You remained speechless and looked down at the quill before looking back up at Newt. You took the quill while watching his face and dragged in down your cheek, watching an identical mark paint itself on Newt's face. 

"It's you," you both said in unison. 

Newt and laughed, almost in disbelief, "How lucky can a man get?" 

You smiled, "I guess this would be a good time to say I love you." 

He took in a breath, "Good idea." 

You laughed, joy ringing through the gentle melody coming from your moth, and ran to Newt, who was ready to pull you into a hug and spin you around before looking into your eyes, "I think, deep down, I always knew it was you, y/n y/l/n."  

You smiled, "I may not have guessed you were my soulmate, but hell, I knew I was in love with you." 

He laughed and smashed his lips against yours. You pulled apart and noticed your three awe-struck friends. Queenie winked and looked back and forth between the two of you, "Why don't you two go wash that ink off, maybe a shower would work?" 

"Queenie!" Newt scolded and blushed. 

 "Honey, you're both thinking it!"

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