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on-a-lucky-tide · 8 months ago

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HELLO!

Thought of asking you bc I ADORE your writing, the way you write the NikPrice ship is by far my fav, I would've wrote it myself but I love your way of writing more heh.

BUT price, having a nightmare or ptsd attack at night, but not waking nik up nor does he wake up. Prob just stirred a bit. But he doesn't end up telling him, cause hes a big strong boy he doesn't want to show nik how vulnerable he really is. But nik notices how tense he is during the day, which ofc worries him. Que the emotional conversation maybe a cry and long hug :3

If you haven't written something like this anyway! Also ty for the follow made me giggle and die a bit inside from happiness <3

Thank you for this prompt and your fic is below, but! Please write. Write your heart out, bud. No one can write like you do and the world is richer for having your art in it. So please. Write this too. Even if just for yourself.

Price spent three years in a Gulag. That leaves a mark.

cw: PTSD, nightmares, mention of torture, dissociation, depersonalisation, shameless canon blending.

"Prisoner 627, confirm which names on this list are undercover operatives."

"Price, Jonathan, Captain, 9-0-5-1-2-1-0."

A rib cracked. He spat blood onto the table next to the file. The ropes around his wrists tightened.

"Prisoner 627, confirm which names on this list are undercover operatives."

"Price, Jonathan, Captain, 9-0-5-"

He bit through his bottom lip when the fist landed. Someone stepped forward to intervene. You don't break their faces because then they can't talk. Interrogation 101. He coughed. More blood, and they yanked him upright by the hair.

"Svyazat yego."

The chair clattered to the floor as he was pulled from it. The ropes cut only for his hands to be chained above his head. The same knife sliced his shirt off, the rags falling around his shoulders. Metal tools rattled to his left, the embers from the nearby fire stirred by an iron.

"Last chance, prisoner 627," his interrogator held the list of names in front of his face. He recognised five of them. He had attended the wedding of one, "confirm which names on this list are undercover operatives."

"Price, Jonathan, Cap--"

His voice broke as pain tore through his back.

Price woke tangled in damp sheets, his body paralysed. The scream couldn't even rip out of his throat because his lungs needed air to make noise. Through sheer force of will, he drew his first shuddering breath, pulling himself back from the precipice.

See: digital clock. 04:30.

Taste: dry mouth. Need a drink.

Feel: hot, no; cold... both? Damp sheets.

Hear: breathing, not mine.

Price sat up slowly, forcing movement through his limbs like he was prying them from manacles. The next breath was easier. Burned less. He dropped his face into his palm and shivered in the cold. Feel: cold, he updated on his mental map.

Breathing, not mine. Price looked over his shoulder to the sleeping face of his lover. Half nuzzled into the pillows, his black hair splashed over crisp white cotton, Nikolai was serene. A small mercy.

All the manuals would tell you about wounded soldiers waking screaming and begging in the night, perhaps wetting themselves in terror at the ghosts haunting the inside of their skull. They warned against storing weapons nearby, of sleeping in the same bed as your loved ones in case you lashed out. There was a laundry list of suggested therapies and interventions too.

Sometimes, Price wished he woke screaming, because at least then he would know he was alive. His throat and lungs would burn as he roared, his hands would flail and he would be left panting, raw, but fighting. Alive. Now, in the numb silence, he wasn't sure.

He touched his cold wrist with cold fingers and just felt... cold. Like an absence of something. Prisoner 627. No name, no identity; a nothingness stored in a castle with hundreds of other voids where people should have been. Everything human about them stolen away until just the cold and the pain remained.

Price stumbled from the bed, his legs barely working as he groped his way out of his bedroom. He had to sleep with the doors open these days, even on base. Even if it was just a crack, a sliver, he still needed to be able to lift his head and see an escape. A beyond the little box room of his quarters. Not imprisoned, not restrained.

His feet registered the change from carpet to tile as he navigated his way down the hall to his flat's little kitchenette. Lit by the full moon streaming in through the balcony door, Price managed to fill the kettle and set it to boil.

There was a small blue light inside - one of those modern glass varieties that showed all the bloody limescale on the inside - and it illuminated Price's face against the black laminate of the back splash behind the hob. Price stared at the phantom image, blue and featureless, and saw nothing of himself.

He remembered being rescued, watching the castle fall to the joint task force attacking it, but when you spent three years bleeding in a place, did all of you really ever get to leave? When they spent those three years chipping away at you, breaking parts off, what was left to bring back at all?

As he stared at the ghostly blue outline of his own face, he felt a disconnect. A hollowness where that familiarity with self should be. Lost in the cold and the dark. Prisoner 627.

The kettle clicked loudly in the silence and he startled. His heart beat hard against his rib cage, felt like a distant echo, and he drew another deep sigh. Numb fingers pawed at the cupboards and he found his Liverpool FC mug, the one his sister had got him for his birthday while he'd still been in training at Sandhurst. There was a chip missing out the rim, dark stains and scrapes in the ceramic at the bottom that would never wash out; evidence of hundreds of cups drunk, a small shard of a life lived. An anchor to himself.

As he poured the water over the tea bag and dumped four teaspoons of sugar in, Price fluttered his fingers through the steam, rubbing his thumb through the dampness it left on the tips and letting the sensation crackle through his nerves. He drew another breath and muttered, "Price, Jonathan, Captain..." Prisoner 627.

He cupped both hands around the mug and carried it slowly, stumbling, towards the balcony window. The sky wasn't quite dark anymore, but a fuzzy, ashen grey. His eyes turned east. And he waited.

Waited...

Unmoving. Frozen in place. Like the cold had taken root and turned him to stone. The only things that kept him anchored were the cooling mug of tea clasped between two hands and the yellow light bleeding over the rooftops of the Clydeside.

The sun chased the dark away across the sky, bleeding an ombre of fire into the midnight black. With the sun came the heat. He couldn't feel it though. One hand left the mug, alive with warmth, and played in the dust motes illuminated by the morning light. They whirled around his fingers in white spirals, untouchable light.

He turned the key in the balcony doors and staggered outside, thrusting his arm into the dappled orange light passing through his neighbours fluttering laundry. "Price, Jonathan, Captain, 9-0-" he leaned over, and--

"John!"

Nikolai's hand wrapped his elbow, pure, scorching heat and strength, and it knocked the breath from Price's lungs. He nearly dropped his mug, but Nik caught that too, scooping beneath it as he drew Price to him in a bear hug.

His ear fell against Nik's chest, listening to his heart thundering on the inside. Ba-dm-ba-dm. Price's hand lifted and buried itself in dark chest hair, feeling it run between his fingers, soft, warm. The sensation rolled through him, cracking away the ice, and he turned his face into it with a shivering gasp.

Alive.

I'm alive.

The mug clattered on the glass surface of the little balcony table they had smoked at only the night before, Price lost in his thoughts while Nikolai had watched him pensively from the other chair. Both big hands now free, one stroked up his back to grasp his neck, and he shuddered again.

Nik looked terrified, his usually calm eyes blown wide, glistening. "You nearly fell," Nik said, so softly, and yet so clear. So real. Price touched his lips, relaxing into his hold.

"Was fine, Nik. Just got a bit carried away with the sunrise."

Nik glanced at the rooftops, his brows knitted together. "It is... pretty, but better viewed from inside, hm?"

"Yeah, s'pretty chilly out here, ain't it?"

Nik hesitated before he let go and Price missed the warmth of his arms immediately. He followed inside, let Nik pull him onto the sofa and drag one of the big fleece blankets over them. The heat of his body as it closed around Price's burned with intensity and a stuttering gasp broke out of his throat. Nik only held him tighter.

Every moment he laid there, wrapped in the bed warm scent, a piece of Jonathan Price thawed. From the tips of his toes to the cheek pressed to Nik's chest, warmth and feeling returned, bringing with it a sense of reality and connection to the world. To himself.

"Why were you on the balcony, John?" Nik asked. Price got a sense that he was afraid of the answer, and wasn't entirely convinced he would be given the truth anyway.

"In Petrovpavlosk, my cell faced east," Price said. "Would watch the sun rise every morning. It was like... No matter what they did, no matter what they broke away, if I could feel the sun on my skin, then I was still alive. Still me. Not just a dead man walkin'."

Nik sighed, burying his face in Price's hair for a few deep breaths. "You thought you were there again?"

"Dunno if I ever really left, Nik."

They held each other in silence as the light continued to creep into the flat, illuminating the empty bottles of beer they had left on the coffee table to clear up. "I sensed these past weeks you have been struggling, I know the anniversary of your escape is soon, and I feared you were..."

"That I was gonna throw myself off an' give Beryl a fright."

"John, do not joke about these things..."

"'m sorry, I... I wasn't gonna do it, Nik. Swear to you. I..." he struggled upright a little and Nik let him go reluctantly, "I struggle in the cold. The winter is... I dunno... it's like the cold makes me think I'm still there. That I never got out. That this," he glanced around the flat, his voice cracking as he spoke, "is just some dream my mind made up to escape to. I... I didn't know whether I was real, whether I was me... or... I didn't... Nik, I didn't know whether I was even alive, I..."

Nik's fingernails raked through his beard and he leaned into it. Felt them graze gently over the soft skin beneath his ear, and then into his hairline to draw him down. He yielded to the kiss, mouth opening desperately to let Nik in; he pawed at Nik's chest, stealing stuttering gasps as their tongues worked together.

He didn't notice the tears until he pulled back and one dripped from his chin to Nik's chest. "You are here, solnyshko. Right here, with me," Nik whispered. "Captain Jonathan Price, serial number 9-0-5-1-2-1-0," Nik took the hand on his chest and placed a kiss to the knuckles, "Bravo Six, you are home."

Price crumpled into Nik's arms and his shoulders shuddered as he sobbed. No longer mute, no longer cold, no longer frozen out of his own fucking body, the raw pain of it sunk its claws in, overwhelming and savage.

Nik's hands stroked down Price's back to the burn scars at the base; an uneven, mottled pattern that stretched over his right hip. The sensation was sporadic, some sensitive, some numb, but the muscles underneath still seized with pain. Nik placed his warm palm over them, chasing away the last shadow of Petrovpavlosk hanging over him.

As the morning ticked over and the rest of the block woke up, Nik dragged Price back to the kitchen and pushed a pan into his hands. He stood behind him, huge body looming as a bulwark, chin on Price's head, hands caressing his belly and chest, as the eggs cooked.

Home, Price's mind offered weakly, battered and bruised from its fight with the cold. Home.

#captain john price #cod nikolai #nikprice #i got too in my head about it ah-haaa #canon blending yay!

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birdiewriteslit · 2 years ago

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OMGGG!!! i saw ur post abt luke requests and im so glad i did bc i have also had a terrible poseidons daughter!reader brainrott

could you write smth about luke and pd!reader sneaking out to go on a date and then getting caught and sassed out by percy?? 🫶

yes ofc! we love persassy here

luke castellan x daughter of poseidon!reader

warnings: just persassy and a make out sesh

for the sake of this fic let’s pretend that curfew and harpies don’t exist at chb

The knock came at 10:30 pm. You were feeling very lucky in that moment that Percy was a heavier sleeper than you. You tiptoed to the door, opening it slowly and as quietly as possible.

The moment you turned to face Luke after closing the door with caution, his lips were on yours. You pulled away before he managed to convince you to continue right there in front of your cabin.

“Luke!” you whisper shouted. “You can’t do that here.”

He grinned, bringing both hands to your waist, squeezing once. “What? I can’t kiss my girlfriend?”

“Your secret girlfriend, and no, not until we’re at least fifty feet away from the cabins,” you reminded him.

“Stop pretending you don’t want to,” he said, teasing.

He was right, you were pretending. You were flustered by the kiss, and he could tell. You kind of hated how good he was at knowing and how he was even better at making it worse.

“Let’s just go,” you said, not looking at him as you grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the beach.

You eventually made there, getting stopped by Luke’s advances on you every once in a while. He settled next to you on the sand, and tugged at the string on your hoodie. “Can we make out now?”

You gave him a look, one that he knew didn’t actually mean no, even though you tried to make it look like you were serious. “Damn, give me a second. Why’re you so desperate tonight?”

“Because I love you,” he said plainly, swinging an arm around your shoulders and pressing a kiss your cheek. “And I haven’t seen you all day. Is it a crime to miss you?”

You rolled your eyes even though you were blushing. “Stop being so sweet.”

“Stop being so beautiful,” he countered, wasting no time in dropping his head down to meet your lips. You brought your hands up to his face, cupping his cheeks and deepening the kiss.

He shifted your legs over his lap with his free arm, the other one pulling you even closer, his fingertips grazing over your hair.

You let your fingers tangle themselves in his curls, slightly tugging at them. He let out small noise, curling his hand around your neck and running his thumb along your jaw. “Oh, Luke,” you moaned into his mouth.

“So, I’m guessing this isn’t the way to the bathrooms?”

Your brother’s voice made you spring away from Luke, pushing him back with your palm on his chest.

Your face was burning as you made a large effort to not make eye contact with Luke. “Percy, you know where the bathrooms are.”

“That’s beside the point. What are you doing with this freak of nature?” he asked, quite seriously, as he folded his arms over his chest.

“Freak of nature?” Luke protested, but Percy held up one hand to silence him.

“Didn’t ask for your input.” He gave Luke a dirty look before turning to you. “Are you going to explain yourself? Hm?”

“We’ve been seeing each other,” you said, looking cautiously over at Luke. “For a while now.”

“A while? You’ve been settling for this pervert for a while?”

“Settling isn’t the word I’d use.”

“Pervert isn’t either,” Luke added unhelpfully.

“Well, judging by what I just walked in on, it’s the one I would use,” Percy said. “Come on, Y/n, let’s go to bed, which is where we’re supposed to be because it’s nighttime.”

“But-“

“No buts! Let’s go.” He turned on his heel and started to walk away.

“And here I was, thinking he liked me,” Luke said despairingly.

You stood, wiping sand off of your pants. “He’ll come around,” you reasoned.

“Please, give me one more kiss before I have to say goodbye forever,” he said dramatically, taking your hand and rising to his knees.

You giggled. “You’re so weird.” But you still indulged him, leaning down to press your lips to his.

“Stop doing that!” Percy shouted in the distance.

#birdiewriteslit #birdiewritesfics #birdie’s nonnies #pjo #pjo fanfic #pjo tv show #pjo series #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson #percy jackson fanfic #daughter of poseidon #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #persassy

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discomxcabre · 2 months ago

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getting him pregnant

viktor x gn!afab!reader

i had breeding kink brainworms for sooo long so i wrote this also don't tell me you can’t get a cis man pregnant from the strap because you absolutely can!!

[soft dom reader, pegging, breeding ofc, belly bulge, slight size kink as always, the author regrets everything]

Viktor arched his head backward, looking at you kneeling between his spread legs, as you buckled the strap to your hips, engineering gaze studying the mechanisms of his creation.

“Just relax, my love.” You whispered, caressing his hair. He rested his head on the pillows. “You shouldn’t be so tense when I knock you up.”

You coated the strap with lube, while your other hand’s finger stretched his hole. His silky walls slowly prepared for you. Viktor whimpered, clutching the sheet.

“Eh- I don’t know how this will fit.”

“I’ll make it fit.” You said, sliding another finger in.

The strap was almost one quarter of Viktor’s waist. The difference made you drip, imagining it inside him, as you make him a father of your kids.

So you put it in. Viktor pressed his face into the pillow with a whine, arching his back, exposing his protruding vertebrae even more.

“Ó, můj Bože…” He whined in Czech.

You regretted putting him in this position. Although his petite back and sharp bones were beautiful, it deprived you of his sweet face.

“Let’s change positions, Viki.” You caressed his hip. “I want to look at your face while I’m getting you pregnant.”

“I… I don’t see any objections.”

You flipped him on his back with both hands. Viktor’s chest was rising and falling, making the parts of his back brace quietly clank against each other. You laid a pillow under his hips for support.

You encircled his waist with your hands, while sliding the strap deeper inside him. Viktor laid his head on the side, softly mewling. His cock, hidden in a dark bush, leaked shiny precum. Above it, a bulge from your strap appeared.

“You’re so pretty, Viktor.” You said, stroking his small, flat stomach, as his bush tickled your fingers. "And you'd be just as pretty with a baby bump."

You slid deeper inside him and he squeezed his eyes. The bulge on his stomach shifted up.

“I’m not sure how I would walk then.” He said, his Czech accent getting sharper.

“I’ll be helping you.” You murmured, then placed his weaker leg on your shoulder. The leg brace was digging into you, but it didn’t matter. You lifted up his healthy leg too, and Viktor moaned, feeling as your strap dig deeper into him.

Viktor reached out his hands, wrapping them around your neck and pulling you down, closer to him. His legs left your shoulders and wrapped around your waist.

“Please, miláčku. Fill me with your seed…” His warm, metal flavored breath fondled your face. “Impregnate me.”

“As you wish, Viki.” You slid out, then back in, pressing so deep, your hips touched his and his soaked bush tickled your skin. He whimpered. At the same time, you pressed your lips to his, and pushed the button on your strap.

Viktor squealed, as his hole filled with your synthetic cum. “Ah- kurva…”

“My pretty boy.” You left another kiss on his chapped lips. Some of the cum leaked out. You pounded it back inside him. “All mine.”

“All yours.” He pressed you down with his legs, wrapping his arms around your neck tighter.

Still holding him, you rolled to the side. You stroked his back, your strap still inside him. Not letting a drop spill out.

“What names do you want to give our childern, miláčku?” Viktor said, looking at you, with dreamy gaze in his golden eyes. One hand played with his soft, brown hair, the other stroked the palm of your hand.

You stroked his hair gently. “You choose, Viki.”

“I have to think about it.”

“I'll wait. I bet they’d be just as genius as you.” You pressed your lips to his forehead, leaving a gentle kiss.

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bruisedboys · 2 years ago

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Hi, your celly looks so fun! May I please request candy cane with either Finnick or Steve (whoever you're feeling) and face? I feel like you're so good at those moments of quiet intimacy and would love to see what you do with that. Ofc absolutely no worries if not, love you regardless!

(Also sorry if this sent more than once, my laptop died and I wasn't sure if it went through)

mae!! hi my lovely, I went with finnick for this one because I just couldn’t resist hehe. ily and thank u for the request x

join the celebration

prompt: sender turns receiver's face towards them.

finnick odair x fem!reader

“Let me look at you, honey.”

Finnick takes your face in one hand and turns you carefully to face him, your head propped up on two pillows. You’re feeling rather poorly, and his worried doting is a lot to manage, but you can’t deny that you’re really enjoying being looked after by him.

You meet his eyes over a sea of blankets and he grins, all lopsided and stunningly handsome. “There’s my pretty girl,” he says. “How’re you feeling, sweet thing?”

“Okay,” you say weakly. Better now he’s touching you like you’re made of starlight.

“Yeah?” He strokes your cheek. His fingers feel cool on your hot skin. “How’s your throat?”

“Not very good,” you admit. It aches when you swallow and it hurts to talk. It’s no use downplaying how you feel to Finnick. He knows when you’re lying and he’ll get it out of you in the end, anyway.

Finnick hums sympathetically. “I’m sorry, honey.” His fingers dip below your jaw and he presses gently against the side of your neck, presumably checking for swelling. He must find nothing, because he takes his hand back and smiles at you. His palm rests over your chest, warm and heavy. “Would you like me to make you another lemon and honey drink?”

“Yeah, please,” you nod. His hands feel nice on your aching body. You wonder if you can persuade him into cuddling you for the rest of the day. It wouldn’t be very hard to convince him, you think.

Finnick squeezes your shoulder gently. “Can I get you anything else?”

“A hug would be nice,” you suggest, hopeful in your miserable state.

Finnick visibly melts. He’s a mixture of utterly fond and very pitying when he says, “Of course, sweetheart.”

He bends at the waist to scoop you into a warm hug. You let him do most of the work, his arms working around your upper back to lift you very slightly off the mattress and into his chest. He’s warm, and he smells really nice. You bury your nose in the juncture between his shoulder and neck and breathe him in, wheedle your aching arms around his waist. He rubs your back, your skin prickling from his warmth.

“I’m sorry you’re feeling so awful,” he says softly. “Let me get you that drink, and then I’ll hug you all you want, okay?”

He’s so sweet on you. You wonder vaguely if his overbearing sweetness is what made you sick in the first place. You wouldn’t be surprised.

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mikobeautifulheart · 1 year ago

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drunk megumi kissing you like there's no tomorrow. (no smut please!!!)

so like, everyone here is aged up to 18+. yuji and nobara wanted to see how megumi reacts when he gets drunk. they purposefully mix alcohol to one of his cold drink. he drinks it, goes to my dorm and then.... yeah..... it is up to you now.

ummm, maybeee you could make him pin me to the wall or my bed UGH!! JUST MAKE IT HOT!! A HOT MAKE-OUT SESSION!!!!

and ofc, write this only if you're comfortable enough.

thank you in advanceeeee!! <3333333333

Ask and you shall receive. Also its mostly unedited but I wanted to get this done for you ASAP. Hope its what you had in mind-ish? There is no smut and I tried to get it as hot as possible in my mind rn. Hope you enjoy!

BTW ur my first request so...congrats?

DrunkMegumi! And his over due confession.

Word count: 1398

TW: I guess you technically drugged Megumi?

Is he really dead on the inside? (Drunk Megumi confession)

Yes all characters are aged up to 20 and there is not a hint of smut. Just uh…Hotness.

Being a sorcerer is many things. It's a sacrifice of giving up on desires like love. And it's also years and years and yearssss of built up stress.

Everyone gets stressed right? Between Yuji and Nobora, Megumi only has two moods. Kill and annoyance.

Knowing that there had to be more to their reserved friend they both tried to come up with a plan on their assigned mission together. Anything that would bring out this ‘Hidden side’ of Megumi.

“What if we put him on a really fast roller coaster” Yuji said

“What are you, 15? No one goes to those amusement parks any more moron.” Nobora said her eyes twitching from all the ideas they have come up with. Nothing on their list would seem to work on Megumi. He was to ‘Dead on the inside’

“Wait. we’re not 15 any more” Yuji said his eyes brightening with an idea

“Yeah, so spit it out.” Nobora said on the verge of punching Yuji square in the face.

“Megumi's 20th birthday is next week…”

Nobora stops walking, sensing that Yuji might actually be onto something.

“What if we…mess up his drink, ya know, maybe hand him the wrong cup”

“YOU IDIOT, YOU'RE RIGHT” Nobora yelled slamming her fist into her palm. Of course whether this was the ‘right thing to do’ was completely thrown out the window, when you were as desperate as them nothing mattered anymore.

Buzzz

Your phone rang in your pocket.

“It's Yuji. You said looking at the contact name then at Megumi.”

He sighed in annoyance but you knew he really meant that you should pick up. So with a swift hair flick to the side you put the phone to your ear.

“Yuji, are you okay? Is Nobora alright?” You asked

“Y/N you gotta help us. It's about Megumi's birthday, we have a plan but we need you to do it because there's no way Megumi is going to trust us.”

Alarm bells are going off in your head because whatever those two have come up with can't be good, especially when Megumi is the target. You turn away from Megumi before responding.

“Look you two I don't know what you planned but it can’t be good. ”

“No, no wait” Yuji said, interrupting you.

“Don’t you wanna see Fushiguro tipsy?”

You paused. You've never seen Megumi drink, let alone anywhere near drunk.

“How do you suggest we do that?” you asked.

“Happy birthday to Megumiiiiiiiii, happy birthday to youuuuu”

“Alright cut it out already” He maybe 20 but he still acts like the 15 year old Megumi.

You start serving the cake while Yuji is silently escaping to the kitchen with the big bowl of punch he made with a secret ingredient and Nobora hands over some gifts to Megumi while he doesn't suspect a thing.

You don't know why but your heart is racing. Maybe because you're nervous to see Megumi drunk, or that he would catch on before the plan was even in action. Or maybe the fact he was staring at you the whole time.

Probably that last one.

Its no secret you and Megumi got close over the years but it seemed like you were close enough to go to the next level he would pull away and you guys would go back to square one. Well after years of this happening you eventually learned that you’d never be more than friends. So that's how it stayed. But on those rare occasions that Megumi would make you feel nervous, he would really make you feel butterflies.

Yuji comes back into the room with the bowl of ‘punch’ handing out cups to everyone. When he gave one to Megumi, he could see Megumi's hesitation.

“What's the matter, Fushiguro? You don't like it? That's sad because Y/N made it for your birthday especially.”

You whipped your head around. Now you understood why Nobora and Yuji needed you to execute the plan.

“There's nothing weird in there if you were concerned, go on tell him Y/N” Nobora said, giving you the ‘go along with it’ look.

“Yeah…Its just tropical fruit juice and sprite ‘n whatever you mumbled the last bit not even knowing what the punch really was”

Megumi looked at you and the cup.

“No it’s just-I thought I had a bug in mine” he said before downing the whole cup.

That's how it was most of the night. He just kept drinking and drinking without a change.

“Maybe he has a high alcohol tolerance?” Yuji texed Nobora, clearly losing his excitement.

“Maybe you didn't put enough alcohol in” she was clearly annoyed that Megumi seemed to have no reaction so while Megumi left for whatever he left for, she snuck a whole nother bottle of alcohol in.

“Guys don’t you think this is going too far?” You asked, getting tired as it reached 10:00. You had missions in the morning you didn't want to keep being tired.

“Maybe your right” Yuji sighed

“This might all be a wasted effort”

“Where is Megumi anyways?” Nobora asked. You guys haven't heard from him in the past 10 minutes.

So you all snuck into Megumi's room to see him passed out on the floor.

“There's the reaction you were looking for” You said

Disappointed, Yuji and Nobora Help you put him on his bed and head to his door.

“Good night guys” you said

“Aren't you coming?”

“I’ll do a quick clean up and then leave” You said with a yawn evident in your voice.

“God I dont get why Megumi didn’t wife you up at all” Nobora sighed before walking out the door after Yuji shutting the door behind her.

“I thought about it, '' Megumi said, suddenly appearing behind you making you jump, not expecting his presence.

“Megumi?!”

His words were slightly slurred and his footsteps were slow. He was drunk.

“Uh umm I was going to do a quick clean up then leave but I can leave now if you want-” You said not knowing what Megumi was on about.

Suddenly you felt strong hands push you onto the door.

“Megumi?” you said, your face heating up.

“Megumi, you're drunk…you're not thinking straight right now, just go to sleep and drink water in the morning.”

“Do you care about me?”

You paused. Yes you wanted to say. For years since school and still now.

“Why would you ask that?” you asked turning your head to the side to avoid his gaze.

“You never dated another guy in the time ive known you…I…I took your life from you because I wanted you.” he mumbled. He sounded sorry like he really robbed you of your life, but honestly it was the opposite.

“Your right, i didn't date another guy because i did care about you, I still do and-”

Before you even finished you felt something soft on your exposed neck.

“MEGUMI?!” you squealed in sheer shock and surprise.

“‘M sorry, I was scared I would lose you if I became too attached , ya know? But 'm older now and i can’t keep living like this.” he said in between breaths

“‘N I just…I can’t”

He pulled away just to lift you off the ground bridal style to his room. He walked in and placed you on the bed and collapsing right next to you arm slung around your waist.

“Look Megumi, I said you were drunk okay? You just need to sleep” you got ip to leave before his hand caught your arm and pulled you back down.

“I'm sorry” he mumbled before holding the back of your head and giving you the most alcoholic kiss ever. Even if you tried you knew you couldn't pull away. You felt hot tears on your cheek. The guilt he felt for not doing this sooner, for making you wait, for making himself wait. His lips pulled away and trailed down your neck and shoulders. He pulled you closer.

“Best birthday present ever” He said before going back to your lips.

THANK YOU FOR READING ♡

BONUS: “Man, I really wanted to see him confess or somethin’” Yuji said while walking back to his dorm with Nobora.

“Yeah I guess that guy really is dead on the inside '' she sighed disappointed.

AUTHORS NOTE: It's 1:30 rn but I really wanted to write this so its mostly un-edited. Sorry. AND REBLOGS ARE WELCOMED as per usual. :) Gn everyoneee.

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Just One Weekend // Lando Norris x OFC // Part Four

Summary: Alice has been a Formula One fan all her life. When the opportunity came up to enter a competition that could mean attending an actual race, she pounced on it. When the news finally came that she had won, she was cautiously optimistic about what the experience would hold. Lando, on the other hand, would rather eat fish than spend an entire weekend entertaining a stranger.

This chapter is a little shorter, but the next one will be back to normal. Thank you so much for reading! I love each and every one of you and would love to hear from you and what you think.

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The media room was packed when Alice entered, just a few steps behind Lando. The PR team lined the walls, and Eloise called her over to join them. She could feel eyes on her, watching and waiting. She didn't know what they were waiting for, but she tried to look as composed as possible.

The sound of camera shutters echoed through the room when Lando made his way up onto the small stage to sit next to Oscar. The Australian driver looked relaxed, leaning back onto the couch with his arm stretched out on the backrest. He had a warm smile on his face, and for just a second, Alice wondered if she was shadowing the wrong driver.

But then Lando slipped into what could only be called 'PR mode'. Not only did he smile. He smiled that signature cocky, breath-taking Lando Norris smile. Alice thought her neck might snap from the whiplash of that one moment.

Lando greeted the reporters in front of him with a smile. "Morning, guys. I feel a little sad for you that you have nothing better to do than talk to the two of us on a Friday afternoon."

Some of the reporters chuckled. Most of them looked like wolves on the hunt. Alice focused on those reporters, the ones who looked like they had nothing but ill intentions. She studied them, like she would any other problem she felt needed to be solved.

"Lando," a reporter started, "You haven't been all that involved in the media side of things lately. What changed this week?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe it's because it's my home race that I wanted to be a little more involved."

Reporters nodded their heads, scribbling notes and making sure their devices were all recording every moment. A few reporters piped up with questions about the car, the track, and race expectations. Oscar and Lando handled each question with careful, media-trained, professionalism.

But, somewhere along the way, the focus of the entire room latched onto Lando. And Alice.

One of the reporters that Alice had labelled as a wolf earlier asked, "A few days ago, you did an interview where you revealed how much you didn't want to participate in this PR stunt. Now that she's here, are you finding her to be a distraction?"

The reporter didn't look towards Alice. But Lando did. She wiped her palms on her jeans in a way she hoped no one would notice.

"Having a guest in the garage isn't going to distract me from my job."

"Of course. But I mean, you've also mentioned that helmet designs are something special to you. Don't you think someone professional should have done it?" another reporter asked.

"Actually. I love the helmet for this weekend. It's one of my favourite designs I've ever worn."

Alice's heart stopped in her chest at Lando's words. She had designed that helmet specifically with him in mind. The fact that he actually liked it made her feel weightless.

"Do you think you could bring her on to answer a few questions?"

Lando looked over at Alice and then back at the journalist who had just made the request. Alice felt her eyes shoot open, eyebrows skyrocketing, as she broke out in a cool, anxious sweat.

"Actually," Oscar said, "I think we're done here for today. Enjoy the weekend."

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"So apparently we're walking back to the garage for a few photos, and then you're free for the rest of the Afternoon," Lando said. He had just come back from talking to a member of the PR team.

Although talking wasn't quite the right term. He absolutely laid into the man about how they had let a guest be exposed to that media circus.

Alice looked up at him and nodded. She hadn't said a single word since they walked out of the media room. Lando noticed that she was still absentmindedly wiping her palms on her jeans and wrapping her lanyard tighter and tighter around her fingers.

He looked around them, making sure they were absolutely alone. "Are you okay, Alice?"

At first, she looked confused, but then her eyebrows unfurrowed and she answered with a slightly shaky voice, "I'm okay. Just overwhelmed."

Lando nodded. "I'm really sorry you had to be exposed to that. I know it's not what you expected."

She shook her head and crossed her arms tightly. "It's like they came after me just because I was present. Because they didn't think I belonged."

"They came after you because of me." Lando's voice was soft as he spoke. "They were just hoping to get a reaction out of me."

Alice squeezed her eyes shut and took a visibly deep breath. When she looked at Lando again, there was a clarity in her eyes. Determination.

"Did you mean what you said? That you like the helmet design?"

"Yeah. It felt like, somehow, there were little pieces of me interwoven into the design."

Alice nodded and then started walking. This time, she didn't follow Lando; she walked ahead of him. She strode with purpose all the way to the garage.

Lando watched her. Somehow, she had been attacked by the vultures and came out on top. He smiled.

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Alice posed for what felt like hundreds of photos. She took photos with Oscar by his car, then repeated the same process with Lando. Then, even more photos were taken with all three of them standing in front of the garage.

"Okay. I have to give you props. I never thought taking pictures could be so exhausting, but you two are taking it with a respectable amount of grace."

Oscar chuckled at Alice's words. "Yeah. Let's take one more and call it a day."

The photographer nodded in agreement. Oscar stood on Alice's left with his arm slung across her shoulders. At first, Lando just looked at them as if trying to figure out where he was meant to go. But then, he slipped his arm around her waist and stepped in closer.

The photographer walked forward to show them the photo. Alice's heartbeat still pounded in her ears, but the sound got a little louder when she looked closely at the photo.

Was Lando Norris blushing?

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skyesblue · 4 months ago

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*SAMI ZAYN'S THERE?!*

Hi if you're still doing request and not busy at the moment could you please write some Sami fluff (No smut involved)? And please tag me if you do:) @the-hell-hydra

Sami Zayn: It’s Always You

Summary: Y/n is Sami’s safe place while he is dealing with the Bloodline drama and while he tries to make everyone have peace with each other he looses Kevin Owens in the process so Sami goes to his only safe space; Y/n. (Ofc I gotta do my boy Sami!) Wwe owns the Bloodline storyline!!

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This all started when you and Sami were on the Smackdown brand, Nick pitched the idea for Sami to join the bloodline for awhile but you wasn't too fond of the idea; but knowing how Sami loves to please people, he agreed to do it;

You looked over at Sami "Babe are you sure about doing this?"

"Yes, Y/n" Sami answered as he started put tape on his wrists

"Sami I'm not sure about you doing this, what if they come after me just because I'm your girlfriend"

"Don't worry Y/n, I won't let them go near you" Sami tells you as he kisses your head then walks out his locker room

You sighed as you sat on the couch to watch the show, you saw on the TV as he walked into the Bloodline's locker room which made you face palm; you love Sami but sometimes he does things without thinking about what could happen after.

"Roman, how you doin?" Sami asks as the Bloodline look at him weirdly

"Hey, good to see you. Can I start first and foremost by saying I acknowledge you, I do. I acknowledge you I gotta say I'm a big fan, the stuff you have been doing recently with all the smashing and superman punching; it is great. You know there is no dispute Roman Reigns; head of the table no question about it, you know what some people sometimes forget that Sami Zayn in addition to being the master strategist, is also the locker room leader"

Jey and Paul look at Sami weird as Roman looks down at the ground

Sami continued talking "Yeah and you got your locker room here you're not worried about all these things that's fine, but I actually hear and see everything that's going on out there. Just let me give you an example; earlier I happen to catch Drew McIntyre getting real chummy with RK-Bro, RK-Bro have a title unification match with the Usos if I'm not mistaken, right? Well now all of the sudden now they're going to be lumberjacks in my match tonight, It's really unbelievable"

Sami took a breath before he continued, "Um, look I would never snitch, I'm not a rat; that's just not who I am. But, I I happen to hear them say some very disrespectful things about your entire family. Really, I- It's, Look I guess, I guess this all brings me to a little bit of a proposal, okay? See my name, my reputation, as of late has taken hit after hit; and now it's even worse because people actually think I'm afraid of Drew McIntyre, which I am not. What I need more than anything is to beat Drew McIntyre, to regain my creditably, to regain my respect I am owed. I need to beat Drew McIntyre, so I guess what I'm getting at is that if there was some way maybe I could get help with that? Well, I would be more than happy to help out in return"

As Sami left the Bloodline locker room Roman can be seen thinking about what Sami said, fast forward to May 27th you was talking to Sami as the Usos stopped in front of you guys. You looked over at Sami;

"I'll talk to you later" you rubbed his arm and smile before walking away

"Love you" Sami called out after you

"I love you too" you said before you turned the corner

The camera comes into view as the segment begins while Sami speaks first, "Now I feel like I'm putting in a lot of work here, and I'm just not sure if I'm getting the same level of respect back, okay? So we don't need to keep doing this you can just tell me the truth here, what do you think of me? I mean what am I to you? 'Cause this is what I'm thinking, okay? What if, I don't know, What if I joined up with the Bloodline?"

Jey laughed as Sami continued "No, I'm not, I understand you guys are blood, it's fine. It's fine, I don't mean, what if I was I don't know like a honorary member? "

"Sure, honorary Uce" Jimmy says looking at Sami

"Yeah?" Sami asks happily

"Yeah, why not?" Jimmy looks at Jey

Sami points at Jimmy then at Jey "You're a smart man, you guys are smart, this is the right choice, this is the right choice" Sami says the last part pointing to the titles on their shoulders

"Listen, you need anything I got you, okay? And if I ever need anything-"

"You ain't even gotta say it Uce" Jimmy cuts off Sami

"I got you Uce" Sami tells them as they walk into the Bloodline locker room

Sami walks into his locker room to see you sitting on the couch so he kisses your head before sitting down, you look over at Sami;

"Babe, are you sure you know what you're getting yourself into?"

"Yes Y/n, I know" he held your hand rubbing it to reassure you he knew what he was doing

"I'm trusting you about this Sami"

On June 3rd, the camera was in the sound truck on Sami; he played Roman's theme to distract Riddle so Jey could get the three count. Sami was acting a fool bouncing around when Jey got the three count, he made you chuckle as you watched it on the TV in the catering area by yourself.

August 5th, Sami was talking to the Usos in the hallway; "I gotta go talk to Roman now before he has to go out there, okay?"

Jey paced around as Jimmy looks at Sami to speak "Look Uce, it ain't going to happen tonight"

"Oh my god, are you kidding me?" Sami threw his hands up in the air

"I'm just-" Jimmy starts but Sami cuts him off

"Come on man, you're giving me the run around all night. Come on man am I apart of this group or not? Am I not the honorary Uce?"

Jey snaps "You want the truth? The truth is the Bloodline leveled up at Summer Slam bruh, Roman two titles, the Usos four title. If you don't start pulling your weight around here, Uce we gonna make you take that shirt off real soon."

After he spoke he walked away so Jimmy looks at Sami and shakes his head. After that the past few weeks Sami has been taking hit after hit; whether it's a claymore from Drew, harsh words from Jey Uso, hits from their opponents, yelling from Roman, etc. Sami was getting tired but he promised to never go back on his word. Sami got the 'Honorary Uce' shirt and you loved to see his smile but that gut feeling from the start never left. You didn't know to either be sacred for him because of the gut feeling or feeling fine because he was smiling.

It now was now October 28th and after his promo with the Bloodline he came back to his personal locker room to spend time with you, with everything going on with the Bloodline he just lost his best friend Kevin Owens;

"Ucey? Really?" You ask with a chuckle as he walked in

He shared a chuckle with you as he kissed you on the head to greet you

"Y/n I need to talk"

"You know I'm always here, what's going on?" you stopped getting ready and turned to him

"I don't know if I can do this anymore; I just lost Kevin, I'm constantly getting hurt taking the bullet for them, and getting treated like I'm nothing. I know I'm the honorary Uce but I still feel like what I'm not doing is enough and will never be enough for them" he sighs looking at you

"Sami love, I told you from the start about how I felt about you doing this storyline and you should've listened to me but what's done is already done. Sami you are smart and you know that so do what you feel is right, and for Kevin you can't really blame him look at what y'all did to him. That's something you and Kevin are going to have to work out personally"

After Survivor Series Sami has been going through hell, it's like he was brainwashed by Roman and Sami stayed because of his word. Sami went through a trial with the Bloodline on Smackdown which was also stressing him out but he kept it a secret because he didn't want you to worry about him. One good thing is Jey finally came around to liking Sami which took some stress off of him but knowing Roman he still needed to keep his guard up.

Fast forward to the Royal Rumble Sami was being pushed around and treated like a dog which upset you, you sighed as you watched on the tv;

"Listen to your heart Sami" you said out loud as you continued to watch

"OH MY GOD!" you covered your mouth as you watched Sami smack Roman in the back with the steel chair

You was shocked but happy he followed your advice even though he couldn't hear you. After that Sami could be seen talking to Jey for the past few weeks on Smackdown that eventually led up to Sami fighting Roman Reigns at Elimination Chamber, which Sami got beat up but like always you was still proud of him for standing his ground; but the storyline with the Bloodline was far from being done with. Jey recently turned on Sami and the betrayal he felt hurt his heart but Cody Rhodes came down to the ring to stop the Usos from jumping Sami.

Now all Sami has is you and Cody, but you kept an close eye on Cody because of everything that Sami has been through you can't trust anyone who comes to him to help him. But one person you always trusted was Kevin Owens because of how close both of your families are outside of wrestling, and right before Wrestlemania Kevin came back and forgave Sami and they challenged the Usos for both tag titles.

It's Wrestlemania 39 night 1 and you are watching Sami and Kevin on the TV by the curtain, Sami gave Jey three helluva kicks while Kevin gave Jimmy a stunner when he tried to get in the ring to save Jey. Sami pinned Jey getting the 3 count making him and Kevin win the tag titles for the very first time, they were emotional in the ring while you was emotional backstage being so happy for Sami. They came backstage still emotional and you was the first person that Sami went to;

"I'm so proud of you baby" you cried as you hugged Sami

Sami hugged you back and poured out all his emotions to you before letting go, Kevin walked to you giving you a hug too while he was still also emotional.

"Congrats you deserve this too Kev, I'm proud of you guys" you smiled hugging Kevin

"Thank you" Kevin told you as he let go of the hug

After they won the tag titles you guys watched the cracks start to form in the Bloodline, the Usos constantly started to disappoint Roman over and over again weekly; now Sami and Kevin are done with the Bloodline at least for now. Sami and Kevin been busy defending their tag titles but they lost them to the Judgement Day in September of '23 in a street fight.

It's now the year of 2024 and Sami was seen talking to Jey one week then talking to Solo the next, this is the last thing that you wanted him to do; getting involved with the Bloodline drama again. Did Sami listen? Nope, at Crown Jewel he got involved in the Bloodline's match to help Roman and the Usos but he accidentally kicked Roman, so the following Smackdown they talked it out and stood together again as the 'Og Bloodline'.

CM Punk was introduced into the drama because of the War Games match that was coming up, the 'Og Bloodline' needed a fifth member so Paul Heyman called Punk and he accepted. Now Sami being in the 'Og Bloodline' has it's perks; with you being Sami's real life girlfriend, they also looked out for you while Sami is helping them again. But they agreed to one condition which was you wanted nothing to do with the Bloodline drama and for them to protect Sami; that was the only way you would accept their protection proposal. After the 6man tag that happened in January 2025 Sami's part was finally over.

You looked over at Sami, "It's over, I don't want you in no more of this Bloodline stuff. It's done Sami, now it's time to just focus on yourself because I don't want you breaking your back for them and them not returning the favor"

"For now you have my word"

"For now is better than never"

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o-sunny-day · 7 months ago

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OKAY SO

I have very strong feelings twords this animation. such strong feelings that i understand i have no other option than to respond through needlessly wordy paragraphs, and horrific reaction images that perfectly encapsulate emotions felt deep within my soul (that this AU, for whatever reason, tears out every single time without mercy.)

Enjoy. (if you want.)

There are 2 moments in this that stood out to me in the reactions department, so I wanna analyze them specifically, before going over some extra smaller things

THIS ONE FIRST.

the lyrics OUUUUUUUGGGHH THE LYRICS.

“To Run Away Is Easy, Its The Leaving Thats Hard.” is such a RAW LINE im obsessed with it, and Wingdings having DOUBT on his face is what gave me such an **AAAAAAA** reaction.

im pretty confident in saying that within the AU, this’d be about how disconnected he has become due to what he knows now. How RUNNING AWAY feels like the only option in surviving this nightmare-scenario he’s found himself in. Your entire reality being proven to just be code within the very machines you’ve based your entire life off of.

But then Wingdings also finds he has doubts about running away from that, due to- yknow- LEAVING HIS LOVED ONES N ALL THAT. Leaving everything behind is easy, but leaving everyONE behind is hard

But- with the doubt being the reason why I had such strong feelings towards this scene in the first place… I HAD NO IDEA WHY WHY I WAS SURPRISED. I never suspected Wingdings to be an over the top movie monster who has no concern for his actions and how they will affect people, if anything id think he’s oblivious to that kind of thing. Willingly ignorant. But for some reason, seeing him have this doubt just made me go “HEEEEEYYYYYYUH”

But I think thats mainly because, Its not something I was waiting for. it surprised me in a way, that I REALLYYYY LIKE it makes me consider a new perspective that I only felt subconsciously, AND I LOVE IT!!!

NEXT PART! THE WORST PART! THE PART THAT MAKES MY STOMACH SINK!

the WINGDINGS. AND SANS. AND ALPHYS. BEING HAPPY.

If this was any other fandom or story, id just be like “ye.” BUT I CARE ABOUT THESE CHARACTERS TOO MUCH TO JUST BLOW THIS OFF LIKE THAT

Just the pure JOY smile that Wingdings has as hes face palming, Alphys’ mannerisms…SANS. Its all just such a human moment with these characters, it feels so natual. ITS BEAUTIFUL. then Wingdings had to fuck it all up >:(

The expressions are so vivid I feel like I can tell what each character is thinking and feeling and it makes my heart break. Again, the PURE JOY SMILE. Wingdings giving genuine smiles like that makes me just

and Sans looking at him makes me think hes just so in the moment hes just so HAPPYYY. THEYRE SO HAPPY.

ONTO SOME SMALLER BUT JUST AS IMPORTANT RANTS:

The part in the song/animation where it goes “Running away is easy…..Running away is easy, its the living thats hard” work SOOO well together ITS LIKE A SYMPHONY OF ANGST

Running away is easy: Wingdings DOING THE RUNNING AWAY and turning into Gaster, (I JUST NOTICED SOMETHING IM FREAKING OUT GOD THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL i love how when Gasters face is revealed, the eyes are smaller like WINGDINGS’, before SPLITTING OPEN AAAAAAA)

Its the living thats hard: Papyrus LIVING WITH WINGDINGS’ MISTAKES!!!

Also not to mention in that part, Papyrus’ gloved hand coming over his ungloved one like Papyrus replacing Wingdings OOOOO????

And now, the last little part I wanna talk about is a bit of a sequel to the Science Gang being happy rant. This song… has so many raw lines- idk why but “loving you was easy”/any other similar sentiment makes me FEEL FEELINGS, they very much hurt. This was made to hurt me personally. This entire AU was made to hurt me personally.

I enjoy that scene radiating a feeling of- Sans was perfectly happy. He wouldnt have had it any other way- but it was torn away from him. NOW HES HAPPY AGAIN OFC!!! But yeah- Wingdings leaving did scar. AUGH I LOVE IT!!! IT HURTS SO MUCH!!! IM HAVING THE TIME OF MY LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!

in conclusion: ☹️

ok I also wanna include this- cause I think this clip perfectly exemplifies the feelings I get when the Forgettable AU updates and why I make so many deep dives as my decent into insanity is recorded through Tumblr blog posts

(Clip from Danny Gonzalez’ Youtube video: The Ratatouille Knockoff From Your Nightmares)

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happyhuffles · 5 months ago

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Angel - 02

Pairing: Idol!Hyunjin x Musician!oc (also minsung too bc I love them).

Genre: fluff, fluff, and more fluff, (ofc there's angst too and umm this part is angstyyy), eventual smut?? Idk let me know if you guys want that!

Synopsis: Two strangers with the same love for the city and songwriting meet under the stars in Chicago. They fall in love, quick and easy. But, there's a problem. They are both keeping a big secret from each other.

Warnings: angst begins.

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The next week flies by painfully fast and before she knows it, Anne is sitting beside Hyunjin at his airport gate.

He has a mask over his mouth and a beanie over his head. But neither of those things can hide the tears that swim in his eyes. His pain is evident, and reflects her own.

She wants to say something, anything to make this easier, but what words could possibly make this goodbye hurt any less?

Hyunjin exhales shakily, his fingers tapping against his knee. It’s a nervous habit, one she’s come to recognize over the past two weeks, and before she can think twice, she reaches over, slipping her hand into his.

He squeezes instantly, his grip tight, almost desperate.

“I don’t want to leave,” he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper.

Anne swallows hard, forcing down the lump in her throat. “I don’t want you to leave either.”

Hyunjin turns to her then, his eyes searching hers, like he’s memorizing every detail of her face, storing it away for all the days they won’t get to be together.

"We'll meet again, I promise," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. They would they had too. He didn't care if it always had to be in secret, away from prying eyes and contract signatures. He knew he had to see Anne again. He loves her, no contract or distance could keep him away.

Anne nods, even though she knows promises like these are fragile things, easily broken by time and distance. But she wants to believe him—needs to believe him. Because what they’ve shared these past two weeks feels too important, too real to simply let go.

Not caring about the public surrounding them, Hyunjin pulls Anne into his lap. The girl is quick to wrap herself around him like a koala bear, nuzzling her face into his neck and inhaling his scent. She doesn't bother to wipe her tears away. Just letting them fall and drip down onto the thin material of his scarf.

As Hyunjin holds her, he maneuvers the bag at his feet so he can reach the small pocket at the bottom. Within it holds a small gift that he had purchased for the both of them. Pulling out the small silk bag, Hyunjin tilts his head back and meets Anne's eye, signaling for her to sit back up.

Anne blinks through her tears as Hyunjin presses the small silk bag into her palm. Her fingers tremble as she loosens the drawstrings, her breath catching the moment she sees what’s inside.

A delicate silver locket, its surface engraved with tiny music notes, glints under the airport’s fluorescent lights. With shaky hands, she opens it, her heart stuttering when she sees the picture inside—a candid shot of the two of them curled up together, limbs tangled beneath a thick blanket, foreheads touching as they cuddled. Two huge smiles breaking across each of there faces. It was taken on his phone one of the nights they spent together, lost in whispered conversations and slow, sleepy kisses.

Anne gasps, her free hand flying to her mouth as fresh tears spill over. “H…”

Before she can find the words, he reaches back into his bag and pulls out an identical locket, flipping it open to reveal the very same picture. “I had them made the other night,” he admits, rubbing his thumb over the cool metal. “So no matter where we are, we’ll always have this memory.”

Anne shakes her head, overwhelmed, her emotions a storm she can’t contain. “You’re unbelievable,” she whispers, and then she’s launching herself forward again pulling his mask down and pressing her lips to his in a kiss full of love.

Hyunjin cradles her face in his hands, deepening the kiss as if trying to burn the memory of her into his soul. When they finally pull away, their foreheads rest together, breaths mingling, hearts hammering in sync.

The sound of his groups boarding call tears both of them out of their moment. Anne stiffens at the announcement, her grip on Hyunjin tightening instinctively. He exhales shakily, pressing one last lingering kiss to her forehead before pulling back just enough to look at her—really look at her.

“I have to go,” he murmurs, voice thick with emotion.

“I know.” Her fingers clutch at the fabric of his coat like she’s afraid to let go, like if she holds on tight enough, maybe she can keep him here just a little longer.

Hyunjin reaches up, gently prying her hands from his coat only to lace their fingers together instead. He brings her knuckles to his lips, pressing a tender kiss there before giving them a squeeze. “This isn’t goodbye,” he promises. “Not forever.”

Anne nods, though her throat feels too tight to speak.

When Hyunjin finally stands, adjusting the strap of his bag over his shoulder, Anne follows, her heart hammering painfully in her chest. He pulls his mask back over his face, but she can still see the sadness in his eyes, the same ache that mirrors her own.

"I love you Annie," he says one last time. His heart aches and the tears that pour down his cheeks hardly convey the pain he feels.

Anne lets out a shaky breath, her vision blurring as fresh tears spill over. She doesn’t hesitate—she throws her arms around him one last time, holding on as tightly as she can, as if she can somehow fuse them together, keep him here just a little longer.

"I love you too, H," she whispers against his shoulder, her voice breaking. "So much."

Hyunjin closes his eyes, savoring the warmth of her, the way she feels in his arms, memorizing everything—her scent, the way her fingers tremble against his back, the way her breath hitches like she’s barely holding herself together.

But then the final boarding call echoes through the speakers, sharp and unforgiving.

He has to go.

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When Hyunjin lands back in Seoul he's in the same state as he was in hours before. His tears had yet to dry and the pain in his heart had only worsened.

Of course, the paparazzi were already waiting for him. Somehow knowing that he would be there or maybe they were just hoping to get lucky. Either way, their presence only worsened his state. All of the peace he had found in Chicago seemed to wash away.

Flashes go off the second he steps through the terminal doors, bright and blinding. The voices of reporters call out to him, as relentless and intrusive as always.

"Hyunjin! How was your trip?"

"Hyunjin, where did you travel too?"

"Hyunjin, what did you do during your time away?"

"Why are you crying, Hyunjin?"

His grip tightens around the strap of his bag, knuckles turning white, but he keeps his head down, mask pulled high over his face. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t acknowledge them.

No one can know.

No one can know about her.

Anne is the one good thing he has, the one thing untouched by cameras and flashing lights. He won’t let them ruin it.

His manager is already waiting by the exit, ushering him toward the van. He barely registers the hurried words, the way they move quickly through the crowd. His mind is elsewhere—still stuck in Chicago, still stuck in the moment Anne whispered I love you too, H into his shoulder.

The car door slams shut behind him, cutting off the noise outside. The silence should be a relief, but instead, it makes everything worse.

Without thinking, Hyunjin reaches into his pocket, fingers finding the locket. He flips it open, his heart clenching painfully at the sight of their picture. The memory of that night feels like a dream now—her warmth against him, her sleepy smile, the way she nuzzled into his chest like she belonged there.

His eyes sting again. He presses the locket against his lips, squeezing his eyes shut.

"I miss you, Annie," he whispers, voice breaking.

Hyunjin felt terrible. This must be what it feels like to have your heart ripped out of your chest and stabbed repeatedly.

When Hyunjin finally made it back to the dorms all he wanted to do was lock himself away in his room. Unfortunately, that wouldn't be possible with the two boys sitting anxiously at the kitchen table, waiting for his arrival.

"Hyunjin," Bangchan says softly, rising to his feet. "How was the trip?"

Hyunjin doesn’t answer immediately. He just stands there in the doorway, staring at the two of them. His chest feels tight, the grief still heavy and raw. He doesn’t want to talk about it, not now. Not when he knew his voice would break the moment he tried to speak.

Felix, always the more perceptive of the two, stands up next. "You look like you’ve seen a ghost, man."

Hyunjin drops his bag to the floor, his body slumping as if the weight of his emotions is physically pulling him down. He slides into a chair without saying a word, his hands shaking as they rest on the table.

Instead of speaking, he takes out the spare notebook that Anne had lent him. Within it were the lyrics to the songs that they had written together over the last two weeks. Anne had written them in her own notebook too, but each of them wanted to have their own copy. That way they would both have the memories forever.

At some point in time they had switched notebooks. Each of them had written a series of endearments along with doodles in the blank margins. Something they said that they would look upon when they missed each other. Hyunjin, needed to look at them now.

Who we are.

Francesca.

Magical.

Shivers.

Until I found You.

In the last two weeks Hyunjin had doubled the amount of songs he had written in his lifetime. That was all because he had the perfect muse. Anne. An angel that had awakened the passion that he had been missing for quiet a while.

Felix and Bangchan watched him carefully as he studied the notes in his shaking hands. Both exchanging worried looks at their friends state. Yet their curiosity got the best of them first.

"Are those lyrics?"

Bangchan was the first to break the silence. He looked at the notebook between Hyunjin's fingers, craning his head to read the words.

Hyunjin nods slowly, his fingers still tracing the words in the notebook. He doesn’t look up as he responds, his voice raw, like it’s being dragged out of him against his will.

"Yeah," he says softly. "I-I um... I found a muse, we wrote them together. All of them." He pauses, biting his lip as the weight of the words hits him again. "She was my muse... everything I wrote, I wrote because of her, but I had to leave..."

Felix and Bangchan exchange another look, their concern deepening as they take in the pain etched on Hyunjin’s face. Felix rises from his chair and pulls Hyunjin into a much needed hug. The feeling of his best friends arms wrapped around him is all it takes for his resolve to break once again.

Hyunjin buries his face in Felix's shoulder, his body shaking with the weight of everything he’s been holding in. Brutal sobs rack his body and crocodile tears stream down his cheeks. His chest feels tight and the air feels thin, leaving him gasping through his sobs.

Felix stays steady through it all, not faltering for a moment. Comfortingly rubbing his friends back and whispering calming things to him as he continues to cry.

Hyunjin’s sobs begin to quiet down, the intensity of his emotions slowly ebbing as he releases everything he’s been holding back. The tears don’t stop, but they become less violent, less frantic, as if his body is finally allowing him to let go of some of the overwhelming sorrow.

When Hyunjin finally let go of his friend and pulled away his eyes were puffy and cheeks were stained. Yet, neither Bangchan nor Felix looked at him with any judgement.

Hyunjin noticed the leaders curious eyes flickering to the notebook and the sight made him want to chuckle. Yet, the sorrow that still filled him physically didn't let him. Instead he pushed the pages towards his friend and gave a reluctant nod. Bangchan was obsessed with song writing and Hyunjin was proud of his work, though he would never let anyone else besides his most trusted friends see the words that they had written. Not without Anne's consent.

While Bangchan was distracted Felix had kept his attention on Hyunjin. He had never seen him like this before, it worried him.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Felix asked.

He did. He really did.

So he told him, Hyunjin told him everything. He told Felix every detail about his trip. Every beautiful detail.

The best part being Anne Wang.

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astronyu · 2 years ago

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Sketches and commentary on the Folly ref sheet for RAT's newest plush! (info below the cut vvv)

(note: RAT commissioned me to make the character ref sheet, which is NOT the plushie schematic that Makeship actually uses as reference to produce the plushie)

This is the first sketch we sent to Makeship!

I'm starting to add details to push Folly's identity a bit more and differentiate her more from RM (Rat Maid), i.e. neckline, nose, gloves, blush. Lots of curves! (And I also added two rats instead of one <3O~ <3O~)

At one point we considered giving her the eye design shown on the right (red thread embroidered around her eye) as a reference to her MC skin's glowing eyes, but we decided eye shadow was a better look. also it looks like sans undertale

This is the back! The Folly skin has a long pretty bow, but it's scrapped by the end because A. her hair obscures everything on her back and B. as we went along we increasingly afraid of the sheer mass of fabric building on this plushie.

Most of her palette is colorpicked from the original minecraft skin by Arathain (who also made RM!) but iirc we made the ears pinker and lighter. You can see their OG tweet featuring the Folly skin here!

Onto the dress design!

RAT wanted the Folly plush to feel like more than just a recolor, so he had me redesign her dress. I started off with an inspo board focused on elements we wanted to keep-- Folly's lighter palette, the middle slit of her dress, the off-shoulder straps, and the overall maid theme.

You'll notice that Folly's expressions here are kind of all over the place (I don't think she's ever looked that sympathetic in her life). I think I made these sketches before I finalized her face, where RAT requested some mixture of murderous intent with mischief, but in a subtle way. Later down the line the specific smirk Folly has actually gave the physical plushie a lot of trouble (faces do not scale easily on cone shaped snouts).

The first alternate dress designs!

RED: RAT (paraphrased), PURPLE: me ofc More refined sketches! As you can see here RAT's working me to the bone with all of his requests. It's okay though, b/c after I sent him the completed ref sheet I got to watch him turn on Makeship. (KIDDING, KIDDING)

Overall, I was looking for a dress that felt regal, beautiful, and unconventional, while still feeling like a maid dress. Wow, after physically typing that out I feel like face palming. "I need a dress for a GODDESS also a uniform good for housekeeping please" (???)

After feedback, I focused more on variations of the 2nd option.

You'll see at the last Folly, I combined the 2nd variation with the tie ribbon, the layered dress design, and long puffy sleeves. I decided to bring over the long puffy sleeves specifically because I hoped that they would give Folly a more interesting silhouette that of course contrasts with RM.

(To be fair, this contrast isn't very visible on the plushie itself but it is fun to draw.)

And finally, the second and last ref we sent to Makeship!

imo Makeship did an INCREDIBLE job translating the design to plushie!! I'm sure there's plenty of challenges Makeship's plushie makers have to deal with that we don't see, so I always specify that I'm only responsible for the initial drawing when people ask me if I "made" the plush.

One really delightful surprise were the 3d rats; we didn't think they were possible but they were (ilu makeship)!! You'll probably also notice that Folly's eyes look pretty different--- they were changed slightly in each step and ultimately ended up softer, which is interesting because I feel that it kind of mirrored how RAT's approach to Folly as a character changed in the months of the plushie's development (and up to her release!).

And that's all I have for my part of the plushie! I always love working with RAT on projects and plushies are a highlight. They're especially surreal to think about when we all used to joke about them before RAT really blew up.

ofc, the shill if you want to get her: Makeship Folly plush and RM's ref sheet if you're curious: Rat Maid plushie ref

i think the campaign ends about October 7th, 2023, but you and i are very likely to be in different time zones so if you're interested doublecheck with the site. if the date has long past then ig this is just a fun little time capsule for you, which can also be pretty cool :)

#doctor4t #csmp folly #doctor4t folly #content smp #content smp folly #makeship #ratgang #myart #my art

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rdiowx · 2 years ago

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Kinktober day two

Snowballing with Mikey way

Not proofread

Warnings!: does this count as cumplay guys? Both reader and Mikey are angry in this, derogatory names thrown both ways, snowballing (basically kissing with cum in ones mouth in this case), slut shaming sorta kinda Probably, amab reader for plot purposes ofc (rubs hands together evilly) switch Mikey and reader

Hands on your skin, thats all you felt as you were pushed against the wall. A heated argument about god knows what by now had lead to your best friends hands roaming your body with little to no care about where they ended up as his lips met yours. Only taking a break to tell you how fucking annoying you were there was no doubt your lips were swollen by the attack made on them, they felt numb, tingling as you reciprocated the action. “You’re such- a fucking whore.” You grumbled, words getting cut off each time Mikey leaned back in to continue his assault. He couldn’t help but laugh before responding. “Says you.”

Didn’t take you long to get fed up with him, having dealt with his attitude for months. Pushing him back continuously until his legs hit the back of the bed in the shitty hotel room you both had to share. A soft thud was heard as his back hit the sheets, you following close after. It was your turn for your hands to wander his body, grabbing his hips and pulling them into yours as you continued to explore his mouth. “Fuck..” Mikey whispered against your mouth as he felt your cocks grind against one another. Your kiss turning sloppy as you both became aware of how horny you were, Mikey began to take off his shirt before you decided he wasn’t moving fast enough and took matters into your own hands pulling it off of him yourself.

“Have you always been this impatient?—” Mikey teased before being cut off with a groan as you palmed him through his pants and boxers. “Shut up.” You demanded with a blank look on your face as you made quick work of his pants. You could see the glare on his face but you just didn’t care, you didn’t care he was mad at you, or that he slept with other people, you didn’t care because you knew that the only person who did what you could do to him was you. Mikey moved to sit up before pulling off your shirt as well, you assumed he didn’t wanna be the only one naked. You were sorta glad he did, you wouldn’t let him know that though.

You forgot what happend as soon as his lips met yours, but you knew you were angry and you weren’t letting him get away with it that easily. Trailing your hand up towards his face you attached your lips to his neck, knowing his body like the back of your hand you knew exactly which spots made him squirm. You had him a mess in no time, it made you feel good about yourself but there was also this voice in the back of your head that wanted to take it further, to edge him and make him apologize to you. “Why are you staring at me like that?” Mikey asked with the glare which you reciprocated once he destroyed your focus, like he kept doing time and time again.

Trying not to lose your temper you respond, “lay down.” He quickly followed your order, eager to see what you were gonna do, making your way up towards the top of the bed where Mikey was, you made yourself comfortable between his legs. Teasing the head of his cock as you slipped your hand in his boxers you used your wrist to push them down the tiniest bit before pulling them all the way down with your free hand. You could feel him twitch in your hand as you held it, not moving your hand yet to tease him. You relished in his noises and begs for you to do something, a sadistic smile on your face as you watched him.

You squeezed the base of his cock drawing out a whimper before moving your hand up so your thumb could circle the tip. His hips bucked up at the feeling causing your hand to slip down back to the base. You decided to move your position so your legs were on top of his so he didn’t try anything like that again. Eventually you grew bored with your teasing and began to stroke his cock slightly, a loose grip on in because while you were bored you didnt want to give him too much satisfaction, you didnt wanna look like a push over. “You’re so pathetic, You’re already close from my teasing Mikey.” You laughed at him, you could tell by the way he looked away he was embarrassed. “So much for a slut, You’re whimpering like a virgin. What happened to Mikey ‘half of new jersey all of warped tour’ way?”

It took you by surprise when you were suddenly overpowered and pinned to the bed. Struggling from his grip was useless as he proved to be way stronger than you at the moment. “Fuck you.” Mikey spat before attacking your lips again, pulling back before you go the chance to return the action. Moving his body up yours you were met with his cock, now leaking from the teasing he endured just minutes before. You opened your mouth instinctively, as if it were second nature from the multiple times you’ve done this before. Wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock you were met with groans from above you, Mikey pushing his cock slightly deeper into your mouth by the second.

“I knew that the only thing your mouth was good for was talking shit and sucking my cock, its like it was made for it.” Mikey rambled, fucking your face at an even pace. You could tell he was still sensitive from before and wasn’t going to last long though. You reached up to hold his hips, not having much else to grab besides the sheets of the bed you were on. Mikey didn’t stop until he reached his release, cumming into your mouth. As he recovered he didn’t give you a chance to swallow as he pulled you into a rough kiss both of your saliva mixing with the cum in your mouth as it went into his mouth from yours.

After catching your guys breaths you were met with Mikey taking off your pants, fingers hooking on the waist line. “What? You didnt think we were done did you?” He questioned looking up from your thighs where your pants now sat. The wet spot in the front of your boxers now visible to him as he chuckled. After getting your pants off he slipped your cock out of your boxers as you did to him before, taking your cock into his mouth you bucked your hips up on purpose causing him to gag before glaring at your smirking face. He pulled off before responding: “asshole.” He rolled his eyes before slipping you into his mouth causing you to moan.

“You love me.” You retaliated chuckling before leaning back on your hands, lifting one to tangle in his hair. You could see him side eye you from his spot on your cock before going back to his previous movements. It didnt take you long to cum, having neglected yourself in favor of teasing Mikey made you sensitive. Pushing Mikeys head down as you cum down his throat forcing him to swallow, the rest landing on his face not being able to swallow it. “I do, love you.” He panted, trying to catch his breath. “I know.” You responded, gathering some of the cum on his face on your fingers and sticking them in his mouth.

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Bonus:

“You owe me five bucks.” Frank said from the room over holding his hand out, a bored expression on his face. Ray only groaned before slapping the money into his hand and went back to reading about a video game while Gerard just rolled his eyes in disgust in the chair next to them as he wiped his makeup off from the show.

#kinktober 2023 #mcr x reader #mcr x reader smut #mikey way x reader #mcr smut #mikey way x reader smut

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vampykween · 2 years ago

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HI MICCC :3 hope you are well!! i’ve been brainrotting about ur singledad!simon and here’s a list of scenarios nd thoughts that’s been plaguing my mind

what if poppy got into a fight at school? the fight was short because you pulled them apart almost instantly - but she still got her hair pulled and a scratch on her cheek, and poppy knows from simon that fighting isn’t the best option, but when simon answers your call and hears poppy’s crying in the background, how would he react!!

the way kids like to overshare and have no filter, i can see poppy casually telling you stuff like “yeah my daddy has no friends” or “daddy doesn’t talk much”.. and then when simon comes to pick her up, maybe you two have a small convo and you accidentally slip up and mention what poppy’s told you about him.. then he looks and poppy and you like 🤨what else did you hear..

Oklfldldg how does simon do father daughter nights! is he the type to play competitively in games with her or does he always let her win? does he like taking her out to eat or does he prefer cooking at home :3

AAAA okay last one i promise:3 how do the other kids react to poppy’s behemoth of a dad? are they scared? do they think he’s a mafia boss of some sort? or do they find him incredibly awesome and think he’s a giant from those action movies

(ofc u don’t have to do all of them if u don’t want to OR if u don’t want to spoil anything for the series, just some thoughts! take ur time<3)

hi bby! i am very well right now actually and this made things even better, i could kiss your brain truly mwah <3

i will be saving these ideas because this gave me much needed inspiration and motivation for this series. also sorry if i didnt go as in depth with these, but the longer they sat in my drafts i realized i was never going to remember to finish oops! also i hope you dont mind i will be stealing the oversharing poppy idea if fits perfectly with what i have going for part 3 hehe

✴︎ I feel like simon would be fuming, at whom he’s not even sure. I imagine that some kid said something rude and snarky to her and she couldn’t take it anymore and popped on them, and you’re shocked because poppy is normally such a sweet little girl. Simon would definitely hug poppy close because seeing his baby hurt cuts like a knife, takes her out for ice cream and then chides her because omg! has she lost her mind fighting at school, but also he’s a tiny bit proud she’s a fighter like him.

✴︎No because Poppy would most definitely do this, in her head she’s just rattling off mundane things about her father, but you’re sporting a frown because there’s a tiny part of you that hates the idea of Simon being alone with just poppy. Not that it’s any of your business though (you would definitely have to remind yourself of that).

Simon is groaning at his daughter’s perceptive nature and how willing she is to share every thought she has. When you waved him over to where you were during school pick up, Simon was praying something bad hadn't happened. “Mr. Riley, err Simon, sorry.” you correct yourself quickly at the raised eyebrow look he gives you. “Is everything okay… like at home?” you’re mentally face palming at the way you blurted out the very intrusive question. You sense his shock by the question by the almost imperceptible widening of his eyes. “Why-” he looks down at Poppy who’s swinging her tiny hand in his, not paying any attention to the conversation you two are having, “What did she say to you?” You wring your hands nervously, the older man’s deadpan stare makes you feel like you’re in trouble for some reason. “Poppy mentioned to me that you don't have any friends or talk much to anybody. I don't mean to pry, really I swear. Kids will tell you anything, i'm sure you know. After what happened with the family tree thing and-” You're cut off by Simon’s large hand settling on your shoulder, clearly an attempt to calm you down and halt your rambling, but it has the opposite effect and all you can think about is how enormous his hands are and the weight of it grasping you. “No need to apologize, Poppy talks my ear off about you. I’d be surprised if she didn’t talk to you about things. And you don't need to worry about me, luv. Im fine being alone, i've got my little petal and that’s enough f’me.” There’s an aura of wistfulness in his words, that makes you want to push him for a more truthful answer, but you chide yourself at your thoughts. You barely know this man. Whatever longing you think is in his voice may as well be a projection of your own sadness; a failed long term relationship will do that to a person.

✴︎Definitely loves to play games but does not let Poppy win because he wants her to learn how to lose and be okay with it. (You would applaud this btw, this is every teachers’ dream. Trust me on that). Their father-daughter nights also will be movie nights with as many sweets as poppy desires because Simon won't bend to anything but her little puppy dog eyes. I feel like even though he’s not the best cook ever Simon would go out of his way to cook Poppy’s favorites for her. Especially like on a saturday morning and wakes her up with breakfast in bed because why not spoil his little girl if he can.

✴︎I think it's a mix of both really. I imagine Poppy goes to some nice fancy school because why not lol. And some of Poppy's classmates have snooty rich parents who turn their noses up at Simon so their kids are kinda wary of him too. I think Poppy would hype up her dad so much at recess time. Telling stories of how he used to be a ‘super cool soldier’ and all the other kids would be staring in awe like omg your dad is so cool, my dad just does people’s taxes lol.

#mic answers #second chances au #oc: poppy #i lied please bless me with the motivation to actually finish the parts for this series...#i have too many half started drafts ughhhhh

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saiilorstars · 1 year ago

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ch.17: Hudson

Steve Rogers x OFC fic • squeeze your eyes for a Bucky Barnes x (2nd) OFC

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The second Hivemind chip laid on the kitchen aisle between Chloe and Bucky, still half glowing. Chloe suspected proximity would be a thing between her and that chip. She, however, was a little more preoccupied staring at the man on the other side of the isle. With an elbow propped on the isle and her cheek on one palm, she stared endlessly at the man who had yet to make a sound. For a man who was renowned as a ladies' man, and the life of a party, it was very strange seeing his grim face in person.

"You are driving the Hivemind crazy," she remarked suddenly. "And for the first time, it's not a massive migraine." Her eyes briefly flickered down to the tech piece. "Now how does that work?" Just yesterday when she held the piece on her palm, it drove her insane to the point she had to let it drop. But now here she was, hearing multiple whispers about the danger estimate the now ex-Winter Soldier posed to her. It was significantly low.

Bucky would hate to admit it but her endless, yet calm, stare made him uncomfortable. Perhaps it was because now he could be aware of it. Things seemed to be changing slowly for him but the fact remained that they were changing. He would have to adjust as each thing happened.

"I don't get it," Chloe spoke again, "Why would you come to me and not, I don't know, your best friend?"

Bucky turned his head away from her. "Too much," he said, plain and simple.

Chloe chuckled, yet again not the reaction he was expecting. "Steve Roger's too much? Yeah, I can see that, but he does want to find you. And not to hurt you or put you in prison or anything like that. He wants to help you." She gauged Bucky's reaction to the news but he was damn good at being stoic.

"I need stories," he reiterated. "It's not safe here."

"Yeah, it's not safe pretty much anywhere," Chloe corrected him. "But listen, whatever you got going on, I'm not a threat and you know it."

There weren't many things that came to Bucky's mind yet, but there was one thing that separated Chloe from him and the others. "We're playthings of HYDRA," he said and watched Chloe stiffen. ""

"They're gone," Chloe said, whispered.

"One faction," Bucky clarified. "But there are more."

She cocked her head to the side. "Do you know the exact number?"

"Plenty."

"What about locations?"

Once more, he shrugged and gave a half answer. "Everywhere."

Her face went flat. "Wow, so helpful."

With a heavy sigh that almost sounded like a groan, Bucky straightened up and swiped the tech piece from the counter. "This is all you should care about. It's the only payment you want, I'm sure."

There came a slight challenging expression to her face. "Don't presume to know me!" Just like that, she plucked the chip right out of his hand. She smirked at his surprise. "I didn't require any payment because I know the shit history you have. I would've helped anyways, albeit with some caution. You want extensive stories? I don't have them but I can offer what I do have." She placed the chip on the counter, making a gesture for him to take it back if he wanted to. She meant what she said. "You know I once looked into Steve's head. Poor thing was so fragile in the beginning that he couldn't hide everything. Things slipped out and you know what I saw in a lot of his memories? His best friend. You."

Bucky didn't know why it was so hard all of a sudden to swallow.

"You guys were inseparable back then," Chloe went on, "Steve would get himself into so many fights and you would always bail him out. That's like me and Seren. She bailed me out so many times. She's always been the adult between us. Between you two boys, I don't know who the adult was." She cracked a smile at Bucky, though she didn't expect anything like that from him. "My point is that I can give you stories but I can't give them to you with the same feelings and context that Steve would."

"I don't need feelings right now," Bucky said quietly. "I just...I need information. Pieces. I can't...handle anything else right now."

"Okay," Chloe nodded. She could understand that. He didn't want to overwhelm himself right now. "What do you want to know?"

~ 0 ~

The moment that Steve spotted the two-story house that was just a bit farther from the other houses, he knew it was Seren's. As beautiful as the house was—and it really was—he couldn't help but feel that pang of his heart knowing the whole point of the house's distance was to keep Seren safe and her powers a secret. In the long run, it just helped isolate her from the world. Still, once he got out of the car and saw Seren waiting for him on the front porch with the biggest grin on her face, he pushed away all those thoughts.

"Hey," he greeted her ever so casually as he walked up to the porch with a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

Seren was smiling from ear to ear when he reached her. "Hey, soldier."

Steve swore that the sunset's orange and gold hues were hitting Seren in just the right angle, making her seem like she was glowing. The light reflected from her bright ginger hair and her green eyes twinkled with adoration. My God, she was beautiful. And she was his.

He remembered he was holding flowers and held them out to Seren. "I, uh, I wondered if it's too old-fashioned…" He said with a bashful smile, knowing that his words were true. Things were outrageously different now and while he was all about getting modernized, he couldn't help feel like some old things were still good.

"Not at all," Seren said, eagerly accepting her bouquet from him. "These are beautiful," she said as she breathed them in.

Steve specifically chose a collection of sunflowers, bright orange lilies, and pink roses. All bright and shining, just like his shining star. "They reminded me of you," he told her.

"Ah, lovey, you shouldn't have," Seren said with a noticeable blush on her face. "But I'm a tiny bit glad that you did!" She took another whiff of the flowers and sighed with content. "Yup, definitely glad you did. Thank you." She leaned over and pressed a kiss on his lips. "I'm really glad you're here," she murmured against his lips.

"Me too," Steve agreed. He wrapped his arms around her for a tight hug. Everything around them was quiet save for the soft rustling of leaves. As much as he wanted to conduct the search for Bucky and help Chloe get better, he couldn't wait to spend some nice, peaceful days with Seren. It was why Sam practically shoved him into his own car and told him to get the hell out of New York for a while.

"I'm sorry for being a bit late but I'm here and I'm all yours," he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

She pulled away enough to tilt her head up at him. "I have some plans," she announced.

He held her chin with a few fingers. "Ready when you are, ma'am." Her giggle was muffled with his kiss.

"We can go out tomorrow, it's kind of late. Plus…" she reached for hand, "You cannot get away from my parents." She giggled again when Steve let his head drop.

"Do I have to?" he mumbled. The nerves were piling on his shoulders thinking about the inevitable.

"Yes! Isn't this stuff you guys used to do in the past anyways?"

"I have never done it. I never got that far!"

"You don't have to worry about it, lovey." She leaned forwards to kiss his cheek. "You have them in your pockets already. You'll be just fine!" With a few more kisses, she was able to convince him to come into the house with her.

Her parents weren't in the living room so Steve could breathe for another minute and hopefully prepare himself. He noted the decently big living room that had a bit of a classic style to it. The more he studied it, the more it reminded him of the cabin he went away to after first waking up. It was very homey. There were olive green couches and one matching couch chair set around each other with a glass table between them. The fireplace at the end was decorated with so many portraits it looked like just one gust of wind would knock them down like a row of dominoes. Gold drapes were pulled to the sides in each of the three windows to allow the sun in.

"This is home…" Seren said awkwardly beside him as she rocked back and forth on her feet.

Steve looked down at her. "It's really nice. This is where you grew up?" She nodded. "It's very big…"

"Yeah," she sighed. "I honestly think my parents were originally planning on having more kids but, um…" She raised her free hand, turning her palm over to create a small glowing sphere of star matter. "I think once they got a really good taste of my childhood, they decided one was enough."

Steve took her hand, making the energy fade away. He brought her hand up to his lips for a kiss. "You don't know that," he said, but Seren knew he was just trying to make her feel better.

Luckily, or maybe unfortunately, she heard her mother calling from the kitchen. "Are you both in?"

"She sounds like you," Steve commented as Liana kept calling. "Or I guess you sound like her." Seren shook her head at him.

Liana came in shortly after since she was getting any response. "Well hello," she greeted the pair with a big smile. "We've been waiting…"

"Mom," Seren warned.

"What? I meant a general 'we've been waiting'," shrugged Liana, sighing at her daughter's dramatics. She turned her complete attention to the man beside her and smiled. Steve noticed that she didn't have Seren's trademark dimples. That must be a trait from her father.

"Ma'am," Steve held a hand out to Liana. She shook his hand for a short moment but it was all Steve needed to feel the same type of strength that Seren had. These were the things he hadn't had a chance to notice the last time they saw each other. They were all focused — he was focused on Seren and her wellbeing in the hospital.

"Liana Soul," the woman introduced herself. "And you really don't need an introduction—history's taken care of that."

"Yeah, I suppose it has." What more could Steve say? Everything about him was in the history books, and even museums now.

"Doesn't go to your head, does it?" Liana teased with a small chuckle to follow.

"No, ma'am," he said quickly, alarmed at the idea that they could think that.

Seren gripped his hand as if she'd read his mind. "He could never," she said with all the certainty in the world.

"Steve, you didn't bring any bags?" Liana asked when she noticed his hands were practically free of any such luggage.

"Oh, I left it in the car!" Steve jerked a thumb over his shoulder. He'd completely forgotten about it when he saw Seren on the porch.

"That's alright, we can get it later," Liana waved it off. "Would you like something to drink?"

"That would be nice, thank you," Steve nodded.

Liana turned to lead the way. "And maybe put those nice flowers in a vase…"

Seren gushed at her bouquet all over again. "Aren't they pretty?"

"They are. You know your father made the mistake of getting me poppies?" Liana shuddered.

"You don't like poppies?" Steve asked curiously, making a mental note of it should he ever need to use the information.

Liana led them into the kitchen, going straight to the cabinets. "I'm allergic to them."

Steve's eyes widened. "Oh…"

"It wasn't pretty," Liana shuddered again. "I get raging hives with those things. Lovely human characteristic I got there. But don't worry, all you have to worry about is keeping Seren away from shrimp."

Steve looked down at Seren, his eyes still widened. "You're allergic to shrimp?" He had no idea about this. Why was he only now learning about this!?

"Don't worry, it's just shrimp," Seren assured him. "And I don't even like seafood that much anyways."

Liana groaned when she struggled to reach the vase she was looking for in the cabinet. "Dammit! Why does your father insist on putting things up on the higher shelves?"

"Because he says, and I quote, 'it's funny'," Seren said, suddenly shooting Steve a glare. "Don't you ever try to do that to me."

Steve smiled at her. "No worries." He was also sure it wouldn't matter because she could fly. Seeing Liana still struggling to reach the cabinet, he wondered if she too could fly. Whatever the answer was, he didn't care. He let go of Seren's hand to help Liana.

"Thank you," she sighed and pointed up to the vase in question. "That one, please."

He stretched a hand up to the shelf and easily pulled the vase down to the counter.

"Hey!" Brooks strode into the kitchen, stopping when he saw the vase on the counter and the flat face of his wife. His eyes went wide with realization. "Ooh...did I put that…?"

Liana's face was more than enough to scare anybody out of their wits. "Yeah."

"My bad," Brooks said, though his brief smile indicated something else. His eyes flickered to the bouquet in Seren's arms. "Those are nice! You know, the first time I bought her flowers—" he nodded at Liana, "—it turns out she was allergic to poppies."

"Yeah, Steve won't be making that mistake with me," Seren said proudly.

"Shrimp," Brooks still mentioned it to the man, seriously too.

"Already noted," Steve promised him. He gave Seren another look for keeping her allergy a secret, though she just took it with a giggle. Apparently, he wasn't as serious as he wanted to come off as.

"Good man," Brooks smiled then extended a hand forwards. "Brooks Soul."

"Steve Rogers," the blonde shook hands with Brooks. He took as much as he could from Brooks in the short span of the handshake. If he was correct, because he had only seen one picture for no more than a minute and he truly didn't notice a thing in the hospital, Seren had Brooks' natural curls when she had her long brunette hair. And the dimples. That was definitely Brooks too. The eyes were curious since Liana had hazel and Brooks a bright green. Seren had a mixture but her eyes had a stronger shade of green.

"Gotta say, it's an honor to meet you," Brooks chuckled, completely missing Seren's warning look.

Steve couldn't help but flush at the comment. He got those all the time but coming from Seren's father added a whole new layer of embarrassment.

"Dad, you promised."

"I was only saying," Brooks said, shrugging casually. "Sorry."

"It's alright," Steve assured. "I guess it's weird on both sides. I'm...supposed to be dead after all."

"Thank God you're not," Brooks pointed at him, then winked at his daughter who couldn't be any more mortified.

Liana reached for Seren's arm and tugged her towards the counter. "It's fine, Seren," she whispered while they transferred the flowers into the vase. "We're just happy, you see," she spoke in a normal volume so the others would hear. "Seren rarely comes home, much less for a couple days. I think this is actually the first time she's staying for more than two days. We want to soak up every chance we have with her and that includes the traditional embarrassing-your-daughter bit."

Seren turned away from the counter with a heavy sigh. "You're doing a phenomenal job." She met Steve's gaze. "Tell me things were different back then."

"They were," he said automatically, barely giving her a moment to bask in her point when he added, "They were worse."

"Ha," Brooks laughed. "I like him!"

"Shocker!" Seren huffed. She crossed her arms, refusing to undo them even when Steve came by her side to hug her.

"Careful, she's small but she has quite a temperament," Liana warned, ignoring whatever Seren muttered under her breath.

"Yeah, I wonder where she gets that from," Brooks cleared his throat as he sent Steve a sharp look. It wasn't too hard for Steve to make the connections.

Liana flashed a sarcastic smile at her husband. "Hush," she ordered and went into the fridge to retrieve those drinks she offered earlier.

"By the way," started Brooks, and for a second Seren dreaded what he would come up with next, "I finally sold the house on Gramercy street."

Liana gasped just as she pulled out a pitcher of something pink. "Really?"

"They're both realtors," Seren reminded Steve as the other two went on about the sale. "And yes, many dinner conversations were about new houses going on the market. And off the market."

"Better than some of the stories my mother sometimes had for me," Steve remarked. "She was a nurse, remember?"

"Oh, a brave job back then, and now of course…"

"Yeah…" As much as he didn't want to let it happen, the topic of his mother always got to him in the end. Even when it was a century later, the same thing happened.

Of course there was one big difference between now and back then and Steve was reminded when he felt Seren's arm wrapping around his. She looked up at him and a second later she had given him a soft kiss on the cheek.

"Come sit down, you two," Liana ushered them to the table. "Seren, you know who your father sold the house to?"

"I'm eager to know," Seren playfully rolled her eyes as she grabbed one of the already poured drinks on the table for Steve.

"Kenna Vidal's parents," Liana said. It was curious for Steve to see Seren pause midway, his glass so close to him yet tightly gripped between Seren's fingers. The name must be important.

Seren blinked several times before she came back to the present. She cleared her throat, feeling her cheeks blush now that she was aware of her reaction. She set Steve's glass down in front of him.

"You okay?" He asked her.

"Mhm," she said much too quickly to be believed.

He decided to use their location as an advantage for the moment. He wasn't going to let her get away with shutting things away. "Who, uh, who is that?"

Luckily, her parents were on the same page.

"Kenna Vidal was the only friend that Seren ever brought home when she was younger," Brooks started to explain as he grabbed a chair for himself. "They were paired for several projects back in high school."

"She was the new kid," Seren said quietly, hands gripping the edge of the table. "And I never had a partner. Teachers saw the obvious arrangement."

"Oh, she was adorable," Liana gushed. She came by the table with a platter of fruit for them. "Incredibly smart too. Left for college on a scholarship."

"She was your friend, then?" Steve asked Seren. She seemed to find the table very interesting but the look on her face indicated there were many things running through her head.

"I don't know. I used to do my best to avoid her but she was always persistent. I liked her...I just didn't want to expose myself."

"You used to have fun with her," Liana said. "I used to listen to your conversations when you had her over. You were definitely friends."

"Thank you, Mom!" Seren exclaimed, shaking her head. "Happy to know that you were eavesdropping on my conversations!"

Liana shrugged her shoulders, humming as she went back to the cabinets.

Steve chuckled as he gave Seren a rub on her back. "I think that's universal. My mother used to do that with me and Bucky all the time. His mother too."

"How else are we supposed to know what you guys do?" Liana called from her spot. "You're all devils."

"I don't think Seren could ever be capable of that," Steve remarked but Brooks' scoff was enough to make him suddenly doubt.

Brooks had a piece of apple between his fingers. He pointed at his daughter with narrowed eyes. "You be careful with her, Captain. She's like her mother in that aspect. They know that their small stature is why people underestimate them."

"I pity the fool who ever underestimates Seren," Steve automatically said, eyes wide and all. She rolled her eyes at him and, like her mother, reintroduced the drinks.

~ 0 ~

Bucky wanted to know many things from his past life. As cloudy as his mind was, it didn't mean that the questions were minimal. There were so many things and it was hard deciding which ones to start with first. It was hard deciding which ones were the more important ones. It was hard prioritizing details of his life. But most of all, it was hard listening to them.

Chloe was gentle when she answered his questions, and apologized each time she came short with any the answers. Bucky appreciated it; none of this was her fault and yet she was trying her best to appease his curiosity.

"You were born in March," Chloe started talking when he'd fallen silent in one of his moments of thinking about more questions. She was kind enough to give him information she hadn't been asked about. He wanted baby steps; she could give baby steps. "I believe March 10. Definitely 1917, though. I remember because you're a year older than Steve. Did you remember that?" Bucky gave a slow, shake of his head. "I, uh, you were a Brooklyn boy. All your life too. Well, before the war."

"Yeah," he whispered. He could remember bits and parts of a life set in New York. He just had problems remembering what city.

Chloe watched him with curious eyes. She was actually being very patient because the truth is she was hardly ever patient with anything. "Do you...do you remember some things? I remember, um, back at the vault, they said you've been out of the cryo for too long. That means...you've had to remember at some point who you were."

"At some point," Bucky repeated. He was certain of the fact, he just didn't remember when. Everything was a coalition now that his mind would be free to reassess and process.

"Mm," was all Chloe said. She drummed her fingers over the isle, eyes squinting at Bucky.

He couldn't figure out what the hell she was staring at. Then, out of nowhere, she walked around him to the fridge. Bucky watched her take out an apple and plant it on the isle between them. Bucky looked at the apple with some confusion, and even more so when he looked up at Chloe who seemed to be waiting for her.

"What? It's a snack," she said. "I know Steve mentioned you guys used to waste outrageous money on hotdogs." She smiled. "I don't have those but I'm sure I can get them. That is, if you plan on sticking around long enough."

"I can't," Bucky began to argue, shooting her a glare when she snorted.

"Please, you're still in the aftermath of the battle. Your best option is to stay hidden within the walls of the last place they would ever think about." Chloe clicked her tongue as she pointed at herself. "At least for a while. I mean, who would ever suspect that we're together, right?"

Bucky shook his head. "I need to get far away from here."

"But where is that going to get you?" Chloe asked. "It doesn't matter how far you get away from here. You are—were—Hydra's best weapon. If they have a bunch of bases left, people left, one of them is going to come after you." She pushed the apple to his side. "You can stay here, no payment required of course."

Before Bucky could utter a word, Chloe's phone rang again. Bucky looked around, eyes immediately scouring for the phone.

"I have to answer," she said, eyes wide with emphasis. He seemed to be triggered by just about everything that made a noise. "If it's Tony, he's checking up on me and I think we both know what would happen if the first check-in doesn't go well?"

The logic was clear as day, or night in this case. "Don't say a word about me," Bucky warned, tone thick with a danger that Chloe wasn't about to tempt.

"Yeah, I know," she said before hurrying over to pick up her phone. Sure enough, Tony was calling. "Hello?"

'Kid, why does it take so long for you to pick up?'

"I was showering," Chloe said, turning for the kitchen, "Contrary to your olden age, you are not my father."

"No, I just pay for everything as if I were your father," Tony quipped. Chloe could just picture him smirking. "Who, by the way, doesn't do too shabby in the world of business."

Chloe's eyebrows furrowed. "What? Tony, did you look up my Dad?" She would be more offended, honestly, if she didn't already know Tony.

"Dad...mom...entire family, really," Tony said, ever so casually, "You're the baby aren't you? Two older brothers?"

"Tony!" Chloe snapped. "Don't go digging through my family! I'm not...I'm not ready for that!"

"You do realize that with Hydra gone you can see them again, right?"

Chloe swallowed hard and glanced at Bucky.

"They're gone."

"One faction. But there are more."

"No, I can't," Chloe said quietly. There was no way in hell she was ever going to lead HYDRA anywhere near her family. If they had stayed off HYDRA's radar this whole time, she wasn't going to tempt them.

"Baby steps, kid, I got it," Tony said. "But you are coming to the Tower tomorrow, right? Just like we agreed?"

"Yeah, of course," Chloe said, listening to him go on about some nonsense of tardiness. Before he was going to hang up, Chloe interjected, "Hey, um, any word on Steve?" She met Bucky's gaze, the latter having turned immediately. She pressed the speaker option just as Tony answered her.

"Last time I heard, he was with Twinkle Star in Hudson."

"Ah…" Chloe nodded slowly, sending a significant look at Bucky to understand. "And Sam?"

"Still in D.C. Why are you so interested? You finally want to talk to them?"

"No," Chloe said all too quickly, "I was just curious. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye kid, take care."

Chloe hung up and gestured towards Bucky. "There you go. Confirmation where Steve is. And if you try to leave the country, Wilson's going to know." She straightened up a minute later, swallowing hard. "The choice is ultimately up to you but I think I just kind of showed you your best option."

"You're not afraid?" Bucky sounded incredulous and disbelieving. It was hard to tell which one he leaned more on.

"Hell yeah, but I'm more afraid of what Hydra could do if they decide to continue what Pierce started," Chloe shrugged, this time however it was not as casual as before. "They're coming for you and if you're here...then at least we'll have backup close by. I don't have Steve or Seren this time but I have Tony Stark and he has all the powerful toys."

"Winters, you're not thinking straight…" Bucky started when she snorted.

"Tell me about it," she walked back into the kitchen. "My mind hasn't shut up ever since you pulled the damn chip out of my hand. Hydra didn't have a guidebook on that, did they?"

Bucky was less than amused with her. He walked, or rather strode, up to her and instead of inching away with his heavy steps, Chloe tilted her head up to meet him just in time. "Is this all a game to you?" he asked, "Because if it is, I'm out."

"I'm not stupid—you forget I've been on the run for years," she said earnestly. "You may be an ex-assassin, and you're definitely more skilled in weaponry and combat but I'm the one who's been running and hiding. Maybe I just don't want you to do that because I know that it doesn't lead you—"

"I don't care what you know!" snapped Bucky, eyes flashing with a heavy annoyance at her audacity.

"You should because I have a plan!" she exclaimed.

"I didn't ask you for one!"

"Well you should have because I have one! And I make really good plans!"

"You're not going to tell me what I want to know, are you?"

Chloe laughed humorlessly and stepped back from him. "Of course I am, whatever I know anyways. Scuse me for trying to help you out. Thought you could use it after 70 years of being on your own."

Bucky's eyebrows furrowed together. For all his training, he couldn't figure out her angle. "You don't have a plan," he stated.

She scoffed. Of course he would think that he was calling her bluff. "I do," she said, hands on her hips. "It may be in the drafts but I have one. And after I visit Tony, I'll have more. Tempting?"

It was Bucky's turn to scoff. "From you? Hard to believe."

She smiled. "Then you'll just have to stick around." She made a gesture towards the kitchen. "I'm going to get some exams done with Tony. Can't tell you more stories if my head isn't on right."

Now she was dangling the stories in his face. New annoyance filled his face. Bucky watched her walk away like nothing. She was...serious. And he...he was frustrated.

~ 0 ~

It wouldn't take long to lose Steve to her father, Seren just didn't expect it to be that early in the morning. Seren shouldn't be surprised at all, really. She should just be dead afraid that her father would say or do something that would have Steve running for the hills.

"God help me," she said to her mother when she returned to the kitchen.

Liana was giving their breakfast the last check-in before setting the table. She laughed at her daughter's concerned face. "Where are they?"

"In the den. Dad's showing him the old records," Seren shook her head.

"You loved those when you were little," Liana reminded her.

"Yeah, I did and still do, I'm just concerned that somehow it'll turn into an embarrassing story of me." Seren sank into an empty chair at the table and buried her face in her hands. "Or just something embarrassing in general."

Liana chuckled. "Well, you didn't bring a boy home when you were 16 so we've been holding it in for a long time now."

Seren groaned. "Of course," her words were muffled in her hands.

Liana chuckled again and came around Seren, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry. Everything will be fine."

"No offense but everything is so not fine and that's sort of why we're here," Seren said, dropping her hands on the table.

"But in the end, you are bonding," Liana said, "With Steve, and with us. And I am very thankful for this opportunity."

Seren looked at her mother softly. "...so am I," she admitted. Despite everything, it did feel nice being at home without the arguing.

From the den, Steve heard a faint echo of a laugh in the kitchen. Even at a distance Liana still sounded like Seren. Other way around, he reminded himself.

He shook off the thought to focus on what Brooks was saying. He couldn't afford to miss something important and then ruin what was turning out to be a good moment with Brooks. The small den was cozy and, surprisingly, full of old time records. Steve couldn't remember ever seeing a store with as many records as the ones that Brooks Soul owned.

"It's a collection I started when I was young," Brooks explained when he'd seen Steve's gawking face. "I didn't think I would actually get to have this many but…" He shrugged his shoulders, proudly smiling at his shelves. "I guess I did."

"This is amazing." Steve couldn't find another word for it. The shelves almost seemed cramped from the amount of records it sustained.

"Liana always threatens to throw some of them out," Brooks remarked, throwing a glance at the doorway as if the woman herself would soon come in to say those very words. "When Seren was little, she used to pull up her little step stool to the shelves and then stand on it with her arms stretched out as much as she could." Brooks laughed before he could finish. "She said she would protect my records from anything. I thank God she couldn't fly yet."

Steve smiled, his head bobbing to the side. "That sounds like Seren."

"She's helped me expand the collection, actually. Made herself a little expert on it." Brooks walked up to one of the shelves, hand stretching out to take one record out.

"She did?" It was finally clicking in Steve's head why Seren knew the exact records to recommend for him and when he saw the record player in the corner of the den, he knew it was also why she'd gifted such a good model to him too. It was her childhood seeping through.

"Oh yeah," Brooks had finally chosen a record. He gingerly carried it to the record player. "I taught her everything she knew and then when technology started advancing on us, she learned new things and then taught me. Funny how that works."

In a short minute, he'd started up the record player. A soft tune played in the air with a woman's voice.

"You'll want to take this one," Brooks said suddenly, startling Steve out of the song he was trying to place.

"What? Oh, no, I couldn't—"

"This is Seren's favorite," Brooks explained but paused for a second. He raised a finger then headed for the doors to close them. When he turned around, he was no longer smiling.

For a second, Steve wondered if he'd somehow angered the man.

"I know my daughter's not happy and she's not going to be happy staying here," Brooks said, unknowingly easing Steve's nerves. "Unlike my wife, I have always known that Seren is never going to stay in Hudson. I've tried convincing Seren mainly for Liana's sake but I know my daughter," he sighed, "And she's got too many stars in her sight to ever settle here. And that's fine. I just want her to be happy. And I want her to take something with her, wherever she goes, that she used to love at home. Carole King is one of those things."

"Why don't you just give it to her yourself?" Steve wondered out loud, soon his eyes widened in alarm. That sounded more snappy than he'd intended. "I mean—"

Luckily, Brooks just laughed. "Despite not seeing Seren much, I do know her. She'd never take a record from me. Has to come from you because then she can't get mad at either of us. Teamwork, Captain. It's how we survive these women."

Steve's lips twitched into a smile. That sounded a lot like a full welcome. Seren had told him a thousand times at least that her parents would of course accept him, but it was really nice hearing it come directly from one of them.

"Teamwork," he agreed.

Brooks seemed to want to say something more. His eyes once more flickered to the closed doors. "We have exactly 10 minutes before Seren, or Liana for that matter, comes in with the excuse that breakfast's ready."

Steve wouldn't put it behind Seren to get her mother to help her out. As nervous as he was being around her parents, sometimes it felt like she was having it worse.

"Can I ask you for a favor?" Brooks was cautious when he asked the question. "Regarding Seren?"

"Of course," Steve nodded, making himself ready to take on whatever Brooks wanted him to do.

"Like I said, I know Seren won't stay here. As much as Liana hates to admit it, Seren not staying here has nothing to do with S.H.I.E.L.D." Brooks exhaled a heavy sigh, though the tug of his lips into a smile seemed more resigned than anything. "Could you persuade Seren to come home more often?" He asked with a soft fatherly tone. "Call, maybe?"

"Oh, uh, yeah, yeah," nodded Steve again. "I can definitely do that."

"Don't feel obligated to," Brooks warned him, "And definitely don't do it if it causes problems between you two. The last thing I want is to further ruin my daughter's life."

"You didn't ruin it," Steve said firmly, "Things have, unfortunately, come across but Seren doesn't see it being yours, nor Liana's, fault."

"I can't change the past but I know where my faults are," Brooks said, shrugging with a sigh. "I would just like to see my daughter more often. She's my only child, after all."

"Of course," nodded Steve. "I think it would be very good for Seren too. She associates Hudson with secrecy and silence and I think now that S.H.I.E.L.D.'s files are out for everybody to see, she might start to let the whole secrets go and breathe."

"Breathe," Brooks repeated with a small chortle. "Yeah. You can help her."

"Yeah, but she'll end up doing it on her own. She's strong like that," Steve smiled proudly. "But if she finds out that we're talking about her, we're both going to be in trouble."

"You're right!" Brooks hurried to open the doors before they were discovered. "I think you and I are going to get along very well," he said when he turned around.

Steve grinned.

~ 0 ~

Nobody would say it, certainly not Tony, but everyone was aware of how white Chloe's knuckles were as she gripped the arm-rests of her chair. She hadn't moved, allowing each of her exams to run smoothly in the lab, despite the obvious disdain she held for each one. It was a novelty to see her so...fragile. Tony wouldn't say the word out loud so as to not incite pointless arguments.

"You did good, Chloe," Helen Cho said as soon as the last exam was done.

Chloe couldn't wait to hop off her seat so once she heard Helen, she was up and running. "Is there anything new?" she asked the pair with anxious eyes. She'd been wondering if her encounter with the chip had been enough to change things up in her brain.

"Just the same as the last time," Helen answered, motioning Chloe to the computer screen. "Your temporal lobe is showing the same level of sensitivity to hearing."

"Didn't we agree you'd try yoga?" asked Tony, barely holding his smirk in when both Chloe and Helen sent him identical mock-glares.

"Anyways," Helen said, eyes flickering back to Chloe, "I was discussing with Tony about a new exam…"

Chloe already groaned. "Not that I don't appreciate everything you do for me but...another exam?"

Helen smiled lightly. She was more than used to Chloe's way of being by now. Two years helped solidify a friendship. "This one would be to start measuring how well the Hivemind is interacting with you."

"The idea is—" Tony started just as Chloe was no doubt about to retort something against the plan, "—that we see just how much more the Hivemind is interacting with you and then compare it to the results we have before you were introduced to the second tech."

"How would that help me now?" Chloe frowned.

"By comparing, we can see the different levels that spike whenever the Hivemind enters, or you enter it," Helen explained. "Tony did speak of an inhibitor option should your clairvoyance further develop."

"How are those, anyways?" asked Tony, crossing his arms. "You haven't mentioned them anymore."

"I haven't had them as much," admitted Chloe. If she had, maybe she would've seen Bucky sneaking into her apartment.

"That could be a sign of the Hivemind beginning to truly stabilize within you," Helen pointed, already fascinated with the new theory in her mind.

"And how would those work, exactly…?"

"We introduce you to different factors, some small and others…" Tony trailed off and tilted his head, letting Chloe imagine the rest.

"You want me to get into danger?" She shouldn't even be surprised by this point. Chloe held a hand at him, motioning him to be quiet as she addressed Helen. "How 'dangerous' are we talking?"

"Nothing outrageous," Helen assured. "Minor threats such as tripping, paper cuts, simple things like that."

That certainly helped ease Chloe's nerves. "I always liked you better, Dr. Cho," she smiled. Helen flushed while Tony scoffed. "If it'll be like that then...sure, why not? Can't be worse than what I've already faced, right?"

"You need a ride home, kid?" Tony asked, still wearing some of his sourness for being declared not a favorite.

"No, I'm good," Chloe said quickly. "Remember our deal? I don't want anybody showing up at the apartment." Now with even more reason she needed to make sure that Tony didn't get any ideas. "That goes for Seren and Steve too."

Tony scoffed. "Please, Twinkle Star and Cap are probably in paradise right now. They won't be bothering anybody for a while."

Chloe playfully rolled her eyes at him. He was right, though. She could relax about them for a while. "Okay then, I'll...be seeing you two."

"Are you sure you don't want company?" asked Tony again. "I mean...a walk? I'm willing to take a walk with you!"

Chloe chuckled. "And I appreciate it, I do, but I just need to be...by myself." She pulled out her earphones from her pockets. "I need to focus on one sound when I'm out there."

"We'll work on a solution for that too!" Helen promised.

"Thanks," Chloe said to the pair. "Gotta go!" She turned around quickly and left before Tony could offer his company again.

She left in a hurry just as she'd left her apartment earlier. The ultimatum was up so Bucky had his decision made. She walked fast on the sidewalk, almost into a sprint and not just for the noise. She reached her apartment in all of ten minutes, a new record if she'd been paying attention.

She unlocked her door and stepped inside, promptly shutting the door with lock behind her. The lights were off, just like last time. "...hey?" she called lamely. She'd never asked Bucky what he went by now and she didn't want to make the mistake of saying the wrong name.

She turned the lights on and immediately scoured the living room for him. He wasn't there. She went into the kitchen and found nobody there. The apple she gave Bucky on the aisle was still right where she left it.

"Don't tell me you left," she said, now hurrying for the hallway. Maybe he'd gotten curious about her—which was fair—and was vetting her?

He wasn't in her room either. Not in the restroom. Not even in the stupid closets. Why he would be in the closet, Chloe didn't know but she'd still held onto hope that he'd be at least there.

But he wasn't.

He wasn't in the apartment at all.

Chloe exhaled a heavy breath. "I ran him off," she realized. Seren always did say that she had a strong personality. Her old friends used to say the same thing. It was how she was able to get ahead in high school, make herself known by everybody. Well, this wasn't high school and she definitely wasn't a stupid teenager. She was, unfortunately, still doing things wrong. She drove away Seren under the guise that she "needed time" when in reality she was flatout embarrassed and ashamed of what she did to Seren and everyone else. She had the ability to help a man who'd been a victim for decades and what does she do? Run him off too.

A/N:

It seems like fanfic . net is being useless again because I'm not getting notifications about anything again no matter what I do. It says that my email doesn't recognize the site's email address which is total bull because I have it listed as as contact. So just an fyi for anyone who's on that platform, check your account settings because they may have messed with your account too >.>

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