#and then enlist your friends to keep up the lie

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One time when I was like 8 I told my dad I didn’t want to keep running his business for him and he got so mad he genuinely faked his death to “teach me a lesson”. He even had his friend call me to tell me that my dad was dead and it was my fault

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oh, simple thing— c.sainz

"the earth laughs in flowers" pairing: carlos sainz x female reader wc: 4.1k notes: guys remember when i used to write? back in january? crazy times. anyways.

You were five years old the first time you proclaimed that you were going to marry Carlos. It came, of course, after the implication that you would also be marrying Prince Charming (as long as he didn’t keep your glass slipper–shoes are a woman’s best friend, your mom had told you once and you never forgot it) and the gym teacher at your primary school, whose crush you’d never admit to anyone but your mom. Can you imagine the teasing? Thinking a grown-up is cute? It’s completely preposterous… or, when you were five, super-duper silly. 

All three of the loves of your life were completely coincidental, coming to your brain while your mom read you a bedtime story completely coincidentally. You’d had gym class that day, of course. Played with the rolling scooters and argued with the older kids about getting a turn on the tube slide. Scooter day was always your favorite, so it was no surprise your teacher was in your good graces that evening. A

After dinner, while flipping lazily through channels on the big square television in the family room, your dad had clicked on the Disney Channel by mistake. Cinderella was halfway through and you threw a fit every time he tried to change the channel. You just thought she looked so pretty, in her big princess dress dancing at the ball. 

Carlos, what had Carlos done to be in your good graces that day…? He wasn’t in your class, so you couldn’t enlist him in the war of the slides or crash into him on the scooters. He definitely wasn’t running around your house after dinner. If he was, your Mom would still be cleaning up after him somewhere in the house. Carlos, Carlos, Carlos… what had he–oh! That’s right! The flower on the way home from school. How could you ever forget the first flower? He’ll give you shit for it later. 

Your mom and Carlos’ mom had been best friends long before you and Carlos burst into the scene. They liked each other more than just about anyone, and you never did understand how Reyes never tired of your Mother’s antics. She was always bossing you around, forcing you to clean up your toys and read your books. Carlos got away with whatever he wanted, his parents would even lie for him on his reading logs. Anyways, stay focused. Because your parents were such good friends, you and Carlos grew up side by side. Parallel play or bust, since neither of you were particularly apt at sharing. Everyday on the walk home from school, your moms would catch up on the gossip from the night before while you and Carlos tried to kill each other with various objects found on the sidewalk. This day, there had been eleven pebbles, two rocks, a stick, and Carlos’ metal water bottle (the one with the HotWheels logo on the side). Now, Carlos was charging at you with… a flower? A bluebell, one he’d picked straight from the ground, root and all hanging from his fist. When he held it out to you, you scowled. There wasn’t anything wrong with it. In fact, it was about as perfect as a bluebell from the sidewalk can get, but, you’re a little shit. 

“It’s dead,” you said, took it from him and tossed it aside. “It’s not nice to pick flowers, Carlito. It kills them.” He burst into tears and your mother scolded you the rest of the way home, even though it was her who always told you to leave the wildflowers wild. After some time and consideration (a plate of dinosaur nuggets, half of Cinderella, and a bedtime story) you’d decided maybe Carlos was right to cry about the dead flower. 

Carlos, it seemed, had gotten over the dead flower incident pretty quickly because, the very next day, he was already making a joke of it. He’d held up the walk home for fifteen minutes while he searched through a field in the park. Both of your mothers and Blanca had already shown him what had to be a hundred or so healthy, perky flowers. Carlos shook his head at each one of them, typical. You sat on the curb of the garden and played with the ants that had built a sandy hill beside your foot. You resisted the urge to stomp it, only because you knew you’d be lectured about leaving the bugs alone in the same way you were about leaving the flowers alone. After a lifetime–or enough time to have an after school snack–Carlos finally settled on the ugliest, most wilted flower you’d ever laid your eyes on. He presented it to you with a laugh and, because you’re just as stubborn as he is, you accepted the gift graciously and let it sit vaseless on your dresser for three days before someone threw it away. 

Truthfully, though, the real reason you probably proclaimed your intent to marry him that night wasn’t some flower. It was that Blanca had defended you from his water bottle strike with a pebble to the back of his head, and you thought that would be a good kind of person to have as a sister. 

Carlos was seventeen when he figured he’d probably end up with you eventually for the first time. There wasn’t anything romantic about it. It was more of an ah, fuck. It’s gonna be her, isn’t it? 

Your families were in Mallorca, touring some vineyard–well, your parents were touring the vineyard. You, Carlos, and all of the siblings had snuck off from the group one by one and met up in the grove just outside the property. Carlos was bumming a cigarette from Blana when Ana finally turned up, stomping her way through the grass and wildflowers annoyedly. Carlos takes a puff of the cigarette and passes it over to you. 

“You’re going to start a wildfire, you know?” Ana says, crosses her arms over her chest and pops out a hip all bratty. 

“Ana,” Carlos groans, “shut the fuck up.” You exhale a puff of smoke through a laugh. 

“If you’re going to be mean, I’m going back to Mom and Dad.”

“Okay,” he says, “have fun.”

“I will,” she proclaims, visibly annoyed that she isn’t drawing a reaction from her big brother. She loves to piss him off, everyone does, because it’s just so easy. “I’ll have sooo much fun telling them about how you’re all in the woods smoking. I’m sure Dad will love that, don’t you think, Carlos?” Blanca rolls her eyes. Sometimes it’s fun to mess with Ana, and sometimes keeping her humble becomes more of a chore than anything else. 

Ana stomps away, her whole sneaky journey wasted, the group’s entire smoke session ruined by the pesky baby sister who can’t decide if she wants more to be included or to be a tattletale. “Don’t kill any more flowers on the way back!” Carlos calls after her, passes the cigarette to you again for one last puff before the lot of you have to make your way back to the winery, to the bathroom you’d all claimed to need to use over the past hour. Ana turns on her heels to make sure Carlos can see her eye roll. He just smiles, and you think if Carlos was your brother you probably would have killed him with your bare hands a long time ago. 

You squat down to put the cigarette out in the dirt and Carlos digs a hole with his heel for you to drop it into, kicks the dirt back over it and stomps on it a couple times. “Fuckin’ snitch,” he mutters under his breath. 

He snatches up one of the stomped on flowers, pulls it from the ground–root and all–and presents it to you. “You really are such an ass,” you say, take the flower and link your arm through his for the remainder of the walk back. “I love you,” you add, “but you’re an ass.”

You were twenty the first time your friendship with Carlos became a threat to one of your relationships. It wouldn’t be the last time. You’d been together for seven months, you and Mateo, Mateo and you. Met at a club in Barcelona and the rest was history. It was a simple conflict of interest, a scheduling woe. You were forced to make a decision. Your boyfriend’s grandma’s birthday party… or Carlos’ debut in Australia. To you, it seemed like the easiest decision in the world. His grandmother isn’t even that old–she’s got plenty of birthdays ahead of her, ones that you’d be happy to celebrate. But Carlos’ debut? Really? That’s once in a lifetime. It’s the shit you just don’t miss, even if you’re in the hospital or literally on your deathbed (which Mateo’s grandma is NOT, by the way. She lived seven more years according to recent Facebook posts). 

“You’re going to Australia?” He’d scoffed when you told him, mentioned it so nonchalantly over dinner. When I’m in Australia, don’t forget to water the plants, or something along those trivial lines. He was just as offended as you were utterly confused. There’s no way he thought– “What about my abuela’s birthday?”

You’d laughed. The wrong thing to do, you know, but it was an action done without thought, without intention. “What about it?”

“You’re supposed to come with me.”

“I never said that,” you shake your head and he pulls a face. You set your silverware down and prepare for the coming argument. Normally, you’d just back down, but this is Carlos we’re talking about. Carlos, and his dream. Carlos, and his reality. “I didn’t,” you reaffirm. 

He leans forward onto the table, elbows shaking the entire thing, rattling the wine glasses and ceramic against the wood. “I assumed you–”

“–I don’t know why you would assume I‘d be doing anything except supporting Carlos,” you say, more defensive than you intend to be. It’s just, you can already see where this is going, even if it’s never gone there before. You’ve watched the girls Carlos brings home look at him the same way Mateo is looking at you right now, or more importantly, how he doesn’t look at you. 

“You know, I don’t either.” He nods, but it’s more of a full body movement, like he’s rocking forward, lips pursed and jaw tight. His eyebrows raise like he’s going to shrug, like he’s surprised with himself. You doubt you read the emotion right. “It’s always about Carlos, isn’t it?”

You lean back in your seat, cross your arms over your chest, close your eyes just long enough to hide the eye roll, and then you’re piling the silverware and the napkin onto the plate and moving the party to the kitchen sink. “I’m not doing this right now,” you say when you grab the wine glass carelessly. 

“Oh, so you know what this is about, then?” He calls after you, gathers his things sloppily and follows you into the kitchen. 

“You just said it’s about Carlos,” you say, slamming the sink on and clattering the plates into the bowl. Carlos had told you about these fights, about the ones he’s had with his girlfriends. You’d laughed about them, always thought it was so funny–the idea of someone left fuming by your friendship. The crazy assumptions, they couldn’t be more wrong if they tried. You and Carlos are nothing but platonic, you’ve always been platonic, you’ll always be platonic. When you know someone as long as you’ve known Carlos, they just become a part of you, build this little home in your soul that blends in so perfectly you could never cut it out with clean margins. It’s not just Carlos, either. It’s Blanca and Ana, too. Hell, it’s even Carlos Sr. and Reyes, but nobody ever seems to understand that. 

“It’s my Abuela,” he says, like you’re supposed to be moved or something, and he sets his dishes in the sink on top of yours. “It’s her birthday, and you’re supposed to come with me. I told my family you were coming.”

“I don’t understand why you would do that,” you start scrubbing the first plate with far more aggression than required. You’re not a good fighter, you get mean, and you get mean quick. “I was never not going to Australia.”

He laughs, leans against the counter with his arms crossed, staring at the ground, at the crumbs waiting to be swept up. “Because you’re never going to choose me over Carlos, right?”

“Mateo.”

“Answer the question.”

You freeze, squeeze the soapy sponge in a fist until there’s nothing left to ring out of it. “I’m certainly not going to choose your Abuela over my friend. Over my brother.”

“He’s not your brother.”

You sigh, go back to cleaning. “He’s like my brother.”

“Yeah, if you wanted to fuck your brother,” he says, and meets your eyes with wide, proud eyes like he’d done something, caught you in some illicit love affair. You resist the urge to grab the wand from the sink and spray him with a jet of water. 

Instead, coldly, you’d replied, “get out,” and pointed to the door. 

His hands shot up in some great defense. Or maybe it was offense, you really never could read him that well. “I see how you look at him.”

In. Out. In, and then out. Deep breaths. “I said leave, Mateo.”

“Because you know I’m right.” In, then out. “You know how fucked up it is that there’s three people in our relationship,” in, out. “Four, if you count Carlos’ girlfriend! What do you think she thinks about all this? You looking at her boyfriend like your favorite candy?” In, then. In, then–in, and then you slap him with a wet hand, the contact reverberating into a splash, coating the walls and the ceiling and the entire fucking room in anger. Anger, and dirty dish water. 

The anger is deafening, the room so quiet that the sink makes the kitchen sound like it’s directly behind a waterfall. 

He storms off into the living room. You return to the dishes, hear the jingle of his keys, the door opening. “Fuck you!” You call after him, but what you really mean is Fuck Carlos. 

When you get the breakup text a few days later, you’re not surprised. You put on your best face and pretend you never read it because while your boyfriend did just break up with you in a seven word text, you’re sitting out the back of the Toro Rosso motorhome watching Carlos pace.

You’ll tell him later, you think, after the race. And then, you don’t dare ruin the celebration, ride the high out until it can’t be ridden any longer. By the time you do get around to telling him, you’re all but moved on, mentioning it nonchalantly amongst the chaos of his first season. It falls away to the backburner, into irrelevancy, and Carlos never does ask what happened to sour the relationship. He does, however, have a wilted arrangement of flowers delivered to your front door with a handwritten note–ugly and dead, just like your relationship. You’d laughed for maybe twenty straight minutes. 

Carlos was twenty-four when he realized he was in love with you, that maybe he always had been. He’d just broken up with a girlfriend, one whose name he hardly remembers now. Alessandra… Alena… Adrianna–oh, screw it. It was definitely an “A,” and if it wasn’t, he’s sure it was a vowel. Not the point. He was twenty-four and had just dumped whatever her name was because it just didn’t feel right. (What does right feel like at twenty-four? And how do you know it when you see it? The world may never know). 

It was three races into the 2019 season, and he’d been having a particularly unlucky start with his new team. He’d spent the offseason relatively alone in Woking, finding his footing in a new place, a new team, a new car. Everything is gray, you’d told him the night he announced his impending move, scrolling through your phone at Google search results for the town. “It’s not gray,” he said, and without needing to say anything or flash him a look, he backtracked. “Okay, it’s a little gray.”

Three races in–an engine fire and two first lap collisions–in, and everything is feeling pretty gray, not just his rainy apartment (flat, he’s been taught to call it) in Woking. The cards felt stacked against him, and reluctantly, he’d called in reinforcements to Baku, a couple of good luck charms in the form of the people he loved. You, Ana, and Blanca flew in together and made Carlos come pick you up from the airport himself. 

You climbed into the backseat and were anything but gray. You were glowing, completely and utterly sunkissed, and your hair was messy from travel but it reminded him of what you’re like after a good nap. Groggy and sleepy and desperate to stretch out like a cat. He hates that he knows how you like to stretch after a nap, the exact pattern of movements you do. Do you know how much time you have to spend with someone to memorize their post-nap stretch routine? Too much time, that’s how much. 

You got into his car, all bright and sunny, and sure, his sisters were there and he loves them so much. But, you’re here, and you’re bright and sunny and everything feels just a little less gray. He pulls out from the airport and while he doesn’t realize that he loves you just yet, he knows something in him has been chemically altered by your smile, irrevocably so.

It’s Sunday when he realizes, somewhere between the checkered flag and the team debrief when you and the girls appear, practically crash into him like you’d been dropped down into the garage right from the sky. He hugs you, and you smell like sunshine. He wants to bash his head into the wall of his driver's room, to lay in front of Lando’s car and ask him to run him over because he’s not supposed to take note of the way you smell (unless it’s to call you out for smelling like shit). 

You kiss his cheek and shove his shoulder because you’re so happy for him, because you’re always so happy for him. He doesn’t think it’s fair for someone like him to always have someone this happy for him. He loves that about you. He loves everything about you. He loves you. Fuck, he’s in love with you. 

Lando nearly pees his pants over a tweet the next day. Carlos has reached a new level of Carlos-ing, it read, with a picture of him visibility distracted while being fed to the media pen. He can’t tell his teammate that the reason he’s so distracted is because he’s internally debating the pros and cons of ruining your friendship forever. 

You’re twenty-four when you and Carlos start dating. The two of you drag it out for as long as humanly possible, stretch the patience of everyone around you so thin they won’t be surprised (or concerned) at the idea of you and him getting together. It’s scary. Really, really scary to admit your feelings for each other, to tell the rest of the world about it, but Carlos keeps bringing you these mis-shapen flowers, ones where the dye is soaked up poorly or they’re a couple days too wilted. It’s our thing, he would always say, and kiss you while you cut the stems to fit in your favorite vase. 

He was right, it was something that was just yours. There was nobody else actively searching out dying flowers in the shops or carefully picking the dirtiest wildflower from its root on an evening walk through the city. That was just the two of you, and nobody else understood it. 

“It’s gross,” a friend told you, twiddling one of the half-dead flower stems between her fingers while you shared gossip over glasses of wine. “You got these today and they’re ready to be thrown in the bin.”

“You don’t get it,” you’d swatted her words away. The dead flowers weren’t understood, and they didn’t need to be. They were special to you and Carlos, and when it came down to it, nothing else mattered to you. 

“Seriously, though,” she’d continued, “It’s… I don’t know. Dead flowers, it’s just weird.”

Carlos is twenty-six when you break up. It’s mutual, it is. Even when it doesn’t feel like it’s mutual, when either one of you desperately searches to blame the other for the pitfalls, it’s still mutual, still two people who love each other. Who just aren’t in love with each other anymore. 

There’s a lot of reasons if you want to get into it, but his new drive is the catalyst for pretty much all of them. Carlos is with Ferrari now, which is the dream, but it's also the nightmare. McLaren is iconic and historic but Ferrari… well. Everyone knows the Vettel quote, everyone knows the kid’s car is red. Ferrari’s Ferrari and you’re just… you. Time runs out, patience runs thin, and that’s the end of it. 

You’re twenty-seven when you see him for the first time post-breakup. It’s a setup by your parents. Mallorca and the vineyard, again. You don’t think anything of it, so much has happened in the last decade and Mallorca is half of Spain’s favorite vacation destination. 

He’s sitting with his family at the bar, the whole clan of them sipping from a wine-tasting tray. His eyes shoot up to meet yours with the loud creak of the old, heavy doors. He does a double take, and your stomach turns into a ball of knotted necklaces. 

During the same tour you’d been on all those years ago, you sneak off with the same excuse you’d used. Blanca and Ana don’t follow after you to debate the environmental damages of bumming a cigarette in the grove or to threaten to snitch on you to your parents. They stay behind and listen and you stomp through the wildflowers to get some air. You’re already outside, Carlos would say if he were there. You’re my dirty air, you’d tell him, and he would roll his eyes, shove his hands deep in his pockets and rock on his heels. 

He knows you’re not in the bathroom, there isn’t a single nerve in your mind that thinks he doesn’t know exactly where you are. He doesn’t sneak off behind you. You gather your thoughts in the grove by yourself, leant against a tree older than you’ll dream of being. You pick a wildflower, one that looks picture perfect, snap it carefully from the root and stick the stem behind your ear. 

When you return to your party, they don’t notice you’ve been gone for far too long to use the bathroom or that you’ve got a flower in your hair. Well, all of them except Carlos, who slows his walking pace to drop to the back of the group next to you. “Nice flower,” he comments quietly. 

You nod, watch your feet as they move in synchronized steps with him on the grassy path. “Thanks.”

“It’s dead,” he adds, and you smile dimly. “It’s not nice to kill the flowers.”

Carlos is twenty-eight when he’s perusing the birthday card section at the local gift shop. He’s trying to find one that perfectly sums up his birthday wishes for you. It has to be sunny and happy and so, so sorry for everything (even when it’s nobody’s fault). It has to say, I’ll always love you without saying I am still terribly in love with you. It has to be subtle and obvious and endearing and serious and funny. It has to be everything his words can’t be. 

He eventually settles on one, tucks it into the yellow envelope and licks it shut. He handwrites your name on it messily, like you could get confused about who it’s for and need a label, or like he has a stack of yellow envelopes for dozens of other people sitting sealed on his kitchen counter. He goes to the florist next, picks out a stock arrangement from the fridge and a package of flower seeds. The final stop on his city tour is your apartment. Three knocks on your door, and then you’re undoing the deadbolt. 

“Hi,” you say, confused by his presence on your welcome mat. 

“Happy Birthday,” he smiles. “This is the last time I get you dead flowers.”

You and Carlos are thirty at your wedding. He cries when you walk down the aisle and there isn’t a single real flower in your bouquet. It’s all fake, and one of your friends asks if you’re worried it might look tacky or cheap. Anyone who thinks that shouldn’t be at our wedding, you’d told them. 

[gremlin-girly]

Flufftober Day 13

@flufftober

Prompt(s): Attic, Cellar, Hidden Room

Title: Attic

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x gn!Reader

Tags/warnings: FLUFF, Arachnophobia, implied smut at the very end (but I did write with the intention of just kisses!), retching/vomiting/nausea mentioned, literally as scared as you could possibly imagine, crying, panicking, comfort, friends to lovers (ig?)

Summary: You haven't cleared out your attic in a long time and rope in Bucky to help you; not expecting to be scared out of your wits.

Word count: 2k

A/N: This is one of 3 fics I had for this prompt. They will get linked here and on the Masterlist once they've been edited. Can you tell I'm arachnophobic? I'm so scared of spiders it's untrue (and I may have or may not have experienced the retching from fear hahaha) - Love, Grem x

Attic | Cellar | Hidden Room

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Your attic had not been cleared out in years. The accumulation of stuff and things was now too much and you knew you needed to sort through memories, keepsakes and – let’s be real – shit you no longer needed. So, you enlisted the help of your roughest, toughest, friend to help you along; Bucky Barnes.

Although he usually preferred holding onto memorabilia, he knew how to keep you on task, unlike Steve who would simply melt at your puppy dog eyes. No. You needed Bucky to help you be strong.

And you needed him to stand guard to protect you from anything that might move in the attic.

You weren’t necessarily squeamish, but one big reason you had opted to ignore the growing mass of stuff-and-things was spiders. Attics , especially old ones like yours, held untold horrors of gigantic eight-legged fiends that 100000% would attack you if given the chance.

Maybe poison you.

And eat you.

Maybe.

Regardless of whether the fear was justified or not, the fear remained and Bucky was the only one you felt would adequately protect you from such a creature. Even if you had never seen said fiends in your house thus far.

You made Bucky go into the attic first. There were two reasons for this. The first was if there were any spiders lying in wait as the attic door popped open, they would get him first and you could run. The second was so that you could subtly appreciate his strong build from the other end of the landing.

“Doll, why are you standing so far away?” Bucky had queried after opening the hatch and turning on the attic light. He was turning to look at you with a raised brow, utterly confused as you tentatively stepped closer to the ladder.

“Just in case you fell,” you lie, your nerves shot. “Wouldn’t want to get crushed.”

Bucky chuckles. “So you’d not cushion my fall? That’s nice to know.”

He crawls up the ladder and you follow closely behind, racing up the steps quickly before you chicken out. You and Bucky pull boxes and make chit chat about memories linked to your boxes and share stories about growing up. Soon, you’ve relaxed enough to actually begin enjoying the time you’re spending with Bucky.

“Thanks for helping me,” you say, smiling over at him as you open the next box.

“It’s no problem, doll.” Bucky smiles back, filling up another bag of stuff for charity. “But I don’t know why you couldn’t get up here yourself?”

You hesitate for a moment, wondering if you should say anything about your irrational fear of spiders, but decide against it.

“Just wanted the company, is all.” It’s a half truth, you like having Bucky around. Well, a lot more than just like. But it’s a can of worms you aren’t willing to open with him yet.

Bucky seems satisfied with your answer and hums in response. A comfortable silence settles as you both work, sorting through your stuff-and-things, dust pluming and giving a stuffy air to the warm attic. Your eyes occasionally rake over Bucky and your thoughts begin to walk in circles. You were grateful for his friendship, his help and his kindness. You only wished you could pluck up enough courage to ask him out on a date – without the worry that it would jeopardise your friendship. You also didn’t want to embarrass yourself if you’d read too much into the spared glances and giggles you both shared.

You stuck your arm into the black bag before you, mindlessly repeating the same conversation with yourself when you felt something on your arm. You frown and try to peer into the bag. The sticker on the side read winter clothes so it must have been a finger of a glove or a-

It moved.

You freeze. No. You were imagining things. It was totally a glove. Your hand is balled into a tight fist in the bag, lost between layers of scarves and jumpers, but there is definitely something moving against your forearm.

Bucky looks over at you concerned. Super soldier hearing means he can not only hear the sound of your stuttered breathing ; he can also hear your heart racing so erratically that he thought you would pass out. Bucky watches as you stay still and you whisper his name so quietly he almost misses it.

“Yeah doll? You okay?”

You turn to look at him slowly and Bucky’s concern grows exponentially when he sees tears in your eyes. You shake your head, slowly. He takes a step towards you, making the floor board creak loudly. The vibration of the floorboard makes the thing against your arm wriggle further and you let out a hushed sob.

What had you said about not embarrassing yourself in front of Bucky?

Your lip quivers and tears spill from your eyes as you look at him, seeing his confused and concerned expression. Words die in your throat and you just nod and your arm. Bucky's blue eyes drift downwards following your arm into the black bag. He doesn’t see anything at first and was about to ask if this was some sort of prank. However, as bad luck would have it, very long, very hairy legs appear at your elbow.

“Jesus Christ,” Bucky mutters, staring wide eyed. You’re too busy having an existential crisis to care but if you weren’t you’d probably throw something at him.

“Please,” you choke out hoarsely refusing to look down at your arm. You felt nauseous. Maybe you’d pass out. Or throw up.... or both.

Bucky looked at you and then back down to your arm where four pairs of eyes blinked up at him.

“I’ll need a cup.”

“Fuck you and your cup!” You hiss angrily. “You have a metal arm. Just pick him up and throw him out.”

Bucky looks at you dumbfounded, as if you’ve suggested something utterly disgusting, then realisation dawns and he flexes his metal hand. “Oh, yeah.”

The spider moves a little higher, long fuzzy legs tickling the crease in your elbow as it feels its way up your arm slowly. It’s enough to make you heave. If being freaked out by a spider wouldn’t embarrass you in front of Bucky, vomiting from fear would. Your retching seems to snap Bucky out of his stupor of forgetting he does in fact, have a metal arm to deal with the spider. Bucky watches as your shoulder violently move as you retch again, harder this time, and listens to your staggered breathing as you attempt to stay in control.

He reaches over with his metal palm up, placing it gently against your bicep. The vibranium was luke-warm against your flushed skin. You were already breaking a sweat from anxiety mixed with the tepid dry heat of the attic and wished for once his arm was cool to bring some relief.

“Just stay still, doll.” Bucky instructs softly, waiting for the perfect moment as the spider makes its way into Bucky’s palm. You bite back a venomous quip, clamping your mouth shut instead. Once the spider is nestled in his palm, Bucky reels back and throws it across the attic. The spider lands in the cushioned yellow foam between the floorboards, re-orienting itself briefly, before scuttling awkwardly into a crevice.

Bucky would have turned back to you to comfort you but there was an empty space where you once stood. Upon feeling the spider and Bucky’s hand leave your arm, you had practically thrown yourself from the attic. You didn’t even know if you took the ladder or jumped. You were too pre-occupied crying on your bed, trying desperately to calm down.

Bucky appears at your bedroom door with a gentle knock and a soft smile as your wiping your eyes, breathing finally evening out enough with only a few hiccups of sobs.

“Sorry,” you say thickly, sniffing pitifully. “And thanks for getting rid of it.”

Bucky shrugs and comes closer to you, sitting next to you on the bed. “He was pretty damn big, gave me a fright too.”

The thought of the spider scaring Bucky too makes you smile over at him. You sniff again and realise you must look crazy; crying and hyperventilating over a spider touching you. You shiver at the thought and try to quell a wave of nausea. You rub the arm the spider was on subconsciously, your mind tricking you into thinking that something is on you again.

Bucky seems to take notice because he places his flesh hand over yours to stop you rubbing your arm too hard. You look over at him again and notice his eyes are looking into yours with a knowing kindness that makes your heart stutter.

“You don’t need to be sorry.” He says firmly and then, quieter, he asks, “Is that why you wanted me here?”

You nod. “I... I don’t do well with spiders.”

“I can see that,” Bucky grins and you shoot him a glare. But it’s half hearted and you falter into a chuckle. You rub at your eyes again, removing the last of the tears.

“I just wanted to make sure I didn’t pass out if I saw one. And I like your company so... two birds.” You shrug sheepishly and Bucky nudges your shoulder with his playfully.

“Well, congrats doll. You didn’t pass out. And...” He trails for a moment, deciding on what to say. “I like your company too.”

You feel your cheeks go a little pink but say nothing. You take a deep breath and exhale a long  exhaustive, lung-emptying breath, body finally letting go of the adrenaline. However, it all kicks up again when you feel Bucky inch closer to wrap his arm around you in an incredibly awkward, yet incredibly comforting side hug. He pulls you close and you're squished against his shoulder as he rests his chin on your head. Your face heats and you don’t know where to put your newly sweaty palms other than onto your jeans. Finally, you breathe and it’s like a switch flips. You relax entirely in Bucky’s embrace and lean your head into his shoulder, mumbling thanks.

You head vibrates as Bucky’s chest rumbles with a chuckle. “No worries doll. But maybe we cut the sorting short for today, huh? You made good progress.”

You beam proudly, even though he can’t see it. “Yeah. I think so. We were only up there for about two hours."

You hum thoughtfully, breathing in the scent of his aftershave. "So, uh, do you want to watch a movie or something? I’d feel bad that you came all the way here to help.”

“Sure. I’d like that.”

But he doesn’t move.

And neither do you.

You don’t really know how long you sit together, breathing in the smell of him, slotting under him as if you were always meant to. It isn’t  until you sigh as your eyes flutter closed that you feel Bucky’s head move. His nose brushes the your crown and he inhales the scent of your shampoo and ever so gently presses his lips against your hair.  You shift, unsure of how to react, and that makes Bucky stiffen with the realisation he’d just kissed your head on autopilot. Your cheeks flush – as do his. Yet you both remain silent for a few more moments.

“Bucky?” you call out quietly.

“Yeah, doll?”

Another pause.

“Do that again.”

He hesitates but complies.

And continues to comply every time you command it, eventually kissing all the way down to your cheeks, hovering at your lips. With one last command, he meets your eyes briefly before they flutter closed and your lips meet.

Neither of you watch the movie until, much, much later and even then you’re both too wrapped up in one another to care. That day was the first of many good days to come.

Who'd have thought you would be thankful to a spider for bringing you and Bucky together?

[stormblessed95]

I think this is the cutest thing I’ve seen in a long while. They are just so soft with each other, so playful and the way they care for each other. Wow. This is everyone’s relationship dream in my opinion. A best friend whom you can be yourself with.

I don’t care they said that but about not calling, I actually expected them to say something like that, it should have been on a bingo card. Though i’m sure whilst partially true it’s probably to protect themselves, plausible deniability…they were, at the time it was filmed, keeping quite the distance from each other, in press and otherwise. I think it was intentional but maybe that’s just me. I do think them saying it’s been a while is funny, because like you said, they lie about this a lot, have said it a lot, and it had in reality, been only a few weeks since Sugas concert and if you believe it (I do) a games night with JK brother. Still, as you also said they were both extremely busy and my guess is they had an agreement to focus on their careers at this time. They certainly don’t act like people who hadn’t seen or spoken to each other which I think speaks volumes.

Also, let’s not forget the enlistment, they had to apply by late August and you’re not telling me that wouldn’t have taken conversation and decisions. Exactly.

I loved the show so much and I feel it’s given us a really wonderful insight into their bond. I love the editing too, so fluid (a lot of cuts but that’s expected) but much more watchable than BV episodes imo.

I nearly screamed out loud at the teeth brushing scene, the waking Jimin up scene and the boat scene. The way he sung Seven directly into Jimins eyes, my God! Then feeling up his waxed leg, Jimin stops him and he goes in with his other hand. Help!

It was a lot to take in.

My only gripe is having to now wait for weeks, I’m wishing the whole summer away! I’m intrigued though about how the rest of the episodes are split, will it be 3/3 for JeJu and Japan? I guess we shall see…

I too, cannot WAIT for me!! Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me!

[mariajmajesty]

All nighter buddies, gym buddies, Buddy system in the miltary together, cooking together, spending holidays and vacations together, birthdays, sharing the same circle of close people like a tattoo artist and a boxing coach. Jungkook and Jimin bond is special

It's called having a boyfriend

If they are off camera together and on camera together and tend to do things that couples usually do on times and hours couples usually spend time in..

I know I keep saying that I don't know what they are to each other (because we don't) but I can't magine being Jungkook boyfriend or girlfriend wanting to spend time with him before enlistment when he finally have some free time in the few weeks he got left and he goes No can do. I'm flying to Tokyo with Jimin again despite me also seeing him for the next 18 months and getting similar treatment on his birthday or on white day or for his debute in NY or for Chuseok or random nights when they aren't working together for band content. It is possible they have partners with them when do they certain things together like flying abroad but it is very unlikely they have them around at all the times jikook are together so the amount of time and the amount of questionable moments jikook had mixed with other partners just don't add up for me and is extremely weird. I think they are sharing something beyond just friendship and that's why there's such a huge pushback against them from the fandom and that is why people were so weird out by him binge watching Jimin when he had lots of spare time. Haters can cry about hybe cameras as much as they want but there aren't hybe cameras in the military and the same official content we get is the only content that exists for the other bonds so if they think one is fake all of them are by default. I don't care about the cult anymore or other shippers because they are all making clowns of themselves at this point and they aren't worthy of my attention because I know they lie for the sake of lying and seething inside so people like that should be ignored. Some type of a romantic bond between jikook is the only rational healthy assumption I can think off to explain years of jikook being as they are mainly the latest years. It's either that or they have an unhealthy friendship where they spend an unhealthy amount of time together to a point that it would be awkward to have a romantic connection with other people and they'd have to have hard time in other areas in their personal lives as well because that is usually the case when you are that emotionally invested in one person in your late 20s and 30s. And since both stated they are in a good place in their lives and moved on from certain rough times they had (with friends, work things, stress..) I don't think they have an unhealthy friendship. I think it's the other thing. They aren't kids anymore and they know what they do and how it comes across. The alternative explanations make much less sense than the romantic one.

[stuckysimp]

Fate of the Damned

Summary: Bucky gets the letter that he's been drafted and Steve finds out

TW: War, mentions of death, conscription

Word Count: 1115

Co-author: @ivyace

Bucky knew he was probably a coward, he was sure he’d be called as much. It had been at least a few months since the United States had gotten involved in the war against Germany, and Bucky felt like he was the only guy in New York not rushing to get himself thrown into the trenches across the sea. The first world war - the ‘Great War’ they’d called it - had ended the year after he was born, but Bucky had lived through the after effects of it. He’d heard the stories from the older men who’d survived. Their paranoia, the horrors they’d warned about. He wasn’t brave, not really. He’d just kept his head down, working down at the docks, and doing his best to scrape enough coin up to be able to bring food home.

It didn’t help that Steve had already applied a good three times to try and enlist. They wouldn’t take him, saying he wasn’t fit for service. You didn’t need a brain to know that, god just looking at the guy you could tell. But that didn’t stop his stubborn ass. Bucky fucking wish it would. He knew Steve was out there, trying again. His friend had been rambling about it the night before, determined to help fight for what was right.

Fuck!

Bucky went back to his apartment building after a long day’s work, his aching body begging for rest. He did a quick check of his mailbox at the bottom of the stairs and his stomach dropped when he saw what was waiting for him. No. God-

Shoving the letter quickly into his pocket before anyone could see, Bucky made his way up the steps, taking two at a time. He wanted to get back to the apartment before Steve did, but as he made his way inside, he could see that he was already inside. He made sure to close the door behind him, clearing his throat as he studied him, relieved to see the evident disappointment on his face.

“You know, it’s illegal to lie on your enlistment form.” Of course Steve knew, but Bucky was a little over this. “You’re lucky you haven’t been caught yet.”

Steve glared up at him. “Shut up.”

“They’ll lock you up if they find out.” Bucky let his bag fall to the floor, making his way over to the couch where Steve was seated. “What then?”

“Then I’ll be in Germany, so good fucking luck to ‘em.” Steve shrugged, watching as Bucky sat down.

Panic flared in Bucky’s chest at the thought of Steve going over there, actually being accepted. “You won’t last out there, Steve. You know that, you’re at risk due to your asthma alone. You’d choke on the dust in the trenches!”

“Then I die defending my country!” Steve argued. “I die fighting fascist assholes.”

They’d had this argument before, too many times. Bucky didn’t want Steve to go, he wanted him to be safe here at home. But Steve was adamant. He would sooner get shot on the front lines than alone in some hospital bed. Bucky didn’t really blame him, even as it made his heart ache.

“You can actually stay. You’d be so much better off here, there are so many other jobs.” Bucky tried to reason, even though he knew his arguing was futile.

Receiving that letter, it only made his panic worse. He wouldn’t be able to protect Steve, keep him here, his friend would just be more desperate to follow. He knew that.

“No! I’m not!” Steve shook his head. “You don’t get it! You don’t get what it’s like for everyone to look at you and see someone useless! Someone worthless! Even you look at me and see someone weak!”

Bucky's expression fell and he shifted closer, heart sinking. "Hey, that ain't true. You're not worthless okay? Or weak. You just... Aren't made for war."

“Yes I am.” Steve got off the couch, stepping back. “That’s my choice. No one else's.”

“They’re not gonna take you.” Bucky didn’t move from where he was, even as he kept his eyes on Steve. “You’ve already tried, what, four times now?”

Bucky could see the frustration rise up in Steve as his friend threw his hands into the air. “Then I’ll try five times! Six times! A hundred! I don’t care how many times it takes!” Steve retorted, hands balling into white-knuckled fists. He seemed to pause, looking up at Bucky. “I have to do this.”

“No, you don’t.” Bucky leaned back against the couch, feeling a bit like a broken record. “You don’t.”

Steve shook his head, anger seeming to flare up in him once again. “No! You don’t get to dictate what my life is gonna be, Buck! This is my life. I have to live it how I wanna. How I have to. I was made for more than just staying home in cotton wool like the damn housewife you seem to want me to be!”

“I just-” Fuck. “I don’t wanna have to be out on that damn battlefield and find your corpse somewhere,” Bucky looked up at Steve with a pain filled expression. “I’m already worried I’m gonna find ya dead on some sidewalk somewhere Steve, and this is so much bigger.”

He realised his mistake too late. The world stilled, Steve watching Bucky with wide eyes as the fight drained from him, body slumping.

“I thought you weren’t enlisting.”

Shit- Shit! Bucky cleared his throat and forced his expression to remain neutral, shrugging it off like it was no big deal, because it couldn’t be. Not when Steve was trying so hard to fight. Not when so many men were gone already.

“I wasn’t, uh, I’m not.” Bucky grimaced, tearing his gaze away from his friend. “The letter came today.”

He saw Steve pale out of the corner of his eyes and had to force himself to remain composed. Be strong. He could do that, he had to do that. For Steve. No matter what, he couldn’t be scared. Not now. Not even when his veins were filled with ice and he felt all hope of a future disappear. Just from one damn piece of paper.

“No.” Horror filled Steve’s voice, staring at Bucky with wide eyes. “I-” He seemed to come to a decision, and it wasn’t a surprise, the next words that left Steve’s mouth. “I’ll come with you, I swear. I ain’t leaving you out there on your own.”

Bucky shook his head, his expression softening a little. He knew he didn’t have much time now, these last moments with Steve were precious. He had to make them count.

“I know.”

[l0velyrand0m]

Old Soul - The First Avenger

This is a Captain America fic I started writing in 2021. Ive since been rewriting and updating it again. Full story is on Wattpad, but i might start posting it here if it gets enough traction.

Syn-

Steve Rogers had a twin sister - Elizabeth "Eliza" Rogers. And the two were practically inseparable.

Eliza shared everything with Steve, motivation, determination, a passion for justice, no matter the cost. Even his best friend Bucky Barnes was one of her best friends too.

After Steve went behind her back to enlist in the military, however, Eliza was hit with a realization that maybe Steve was after something much bigger than himself, and that she might end up losing him to his own strong will.

This book takes place in Captain America: The First Avenger

"Where the hell did Steve run off to again?" Bucky asked, trailing close behind Steve's twin sister. Eliza was practically sprinting in her shiny black pumps, somehow keeping more composure than the soldier behind her, who was stumbling to keep up.

"Probably to enlist again, which I explicitly told him not to do, but whenever did that kid listen to me," Eliza was starting to feel the effects of her shoes digging into her heels, and her breath running out as she kept power-walking to find her brother.

"That kid is like- an hour older than you. Just remember that."

"He has the maturity like he's five years younger," she chided.

"You just don't know when to give up, do you?" Eliza and Bucky both heard the voice at the same time, making her stop dead in her tracks.

"I can do this all day"

That's all the two needed to hear before they were taking off down the alley to see Steve get clocked in the face, and fall on the ground in the corner of the alley.

"Steve!" Eliza yelled, running over to her brother. The boy looked to her and snarled. She looked back at him with a death stare, completely ready to kick him where the sun didn't shine.

"Hey!" Bucky yelled, grabbing his attention. "Pick on someone your own size."

Bucky dodged the boy's feeble hook, and retaliated with a punch to the jaw. He threw him forward onto the concrete, but the boy braced himself and remained standing, giving Bucky the opportunity to kick him, sending him forward and running out of the alley.

"Sometimes I think you like getting punched," Bucky commented, taking Steve's hand in his.

"I had him on the ropes," Steve replied.

"Funny, 'cause it looked to me like you were getting your butt handed to you," Eliza said, making the two men smirk.

Bucky bent down and picked up Steve's enlistment forms, causing Eliza to sigh out of frustration, putting a hand to her face. "How many times is this?" Bucky asked.

Steve shrugged. Bucky looked over the form. "Oh, you're from Paramus now?" Eliza looked to her brother quickly and smacked him upside the head. "You know it's illegal to lie on the enlistment forms."

"And seriously, Jersey?" Eliza added.

"You get your orders?" Steve asked Bucky, changing the subject from his lies. However Eliza would be having a serious conversation with him later.

"The one-o-seventh. Sergeant James Barnes. Shipping out for England first thing tomorrow."

Steve sighed, "I should be going."

Eliza looked to her brother and friend with a small frown of disappointment. Bucky noticed how distraught the two looked.

"Come on, guys! My last night! We gotta get him cleaned up," he says, looking to Eliza.

"Why?" Steve questioned, looking up to Bucky.

"Where are we going?" Eliza asked.

"The future."

•••

"I don't see what the problem is," Bucky shrugged. "You're about to be the last eligible man in New York. You know, there's three and a half million women here."

"Well I'd settle for just one." Steve was growing more impatient with the setting than Eliza or Bucky were.

"Good thing I took care of that." Bucky waved down a girl who came bouncing over to them. "Her name's Connie."

"Hey, Bucky!" she said. Eliza stared at the blonde girl.

"What did you tell her about me?" Steve asked, giving into his friend.

"Only the good stuff," Bucky mused, pushing Steve closer to her.

"Where's your date, Sergeant Barnes?" Eliza asked.

"I was hoping, Elizabeth," he starts, turning to face her as Steve and Connie trailed off towards something else. "If you wouldn't mind accompanying me? For your brother's sake."

Eliza felt her face heat up at his proposal, but quickly composed herself. "No funny business, James," she says quickly. "I'm watching you."

"Understood, milady," he nodded, taking her arm in his. "Have you considered it?"

"Considered- oh, you mean the letter." Eliza nervously chewed her bottom lip. "Not really. It'd piss him off."

"He wouldn't show that though, he'd be proud either way. Besides, this is what you've been working for right? To get out of the TB ward?"

Bucky wasn't wrong. Earlier that day, Bucky had delivered a letter from his camp that said they wanted Eliza as a mobile nurse for the division. Signed by Colonel Chester Phillips. It was something she had wanted. More than the TB ward anyway.

"But Steve-"

"Enough about Steve and what he wants, Liz," Bucky stopped her. Using the nickname no one else could call her. He'd claimed it when the two were eleven. "Steve doesn't control you. You're twenty-four."

"We're twins."

"Doesn't matter! Is he your husband? No. He's your brother. He should be happy for you."

"But my whole life is here and... I don't know," she sighed, looking at her shoes, which were considerably dusty now that she'd been running around all day.

"Is your life here? Or is Steve here?"

•••

"You're kind of missing the point of a double date?" Bucky said, coming up behind Steve, who was looking at his reflection in a mirror with a soldier's picture on it. "We're taking the girls dancing."

"You go ahead. I'll catch up," Steve said, stepped away from the mirror.

"You're really gonna do this again?"

"Well, it's a fair, I'm gonna try my luck."

"She's gonna be mad at you."

"Tell her to kiss my ass."

Bucky was taken aback, and almost offended for Eliza, who was off talking to Connie while Bucky went to get Steve.

"Who are you gonna be now? Steve from Ohio? They'll catch you. Or worse- they'll actually take you," Bucky says.

"Look, I know you don't think I can do this-"

"This isn't a back alley, Steve! It's war!" Bucky reprimanded Steve, who was not reciprocating as well as he had liked.

"I know it's a war! You don't have to tell me."

"Why are you so keen to fight? There are so many important jobs."

"What am I gonna do? Collect scrap metal..."

"Yes!"

"In my little red wagon?"

"Why not?"

"I'm not gonna sit in a factory, Bucky!"

"I don't.."

"Bucky, come on! There are men laying down their lives! I got no right to do any less than them. That's what you don't understand. This isn't about me."

"Right. 'Cause you got nothing to prove."

"Bucky, she's getting annoying, what's taking so long?" Eliza walked over to her brother and best friend. She took a glance at what Steve was looking at, then the rest of the tent, her eyes getting wide. "No. No-no-no-no-no. No, get your sorry excuse for a butt back over there with me and that Connie chick, Steven, you gotta stop this."

"I'm not going to!" Steve yelled. "You aren't the boss of me!"

"I am not letting you continue to throw yourself at the military like this."

"You can't tell me what I can and can't do. When have I ever kept you from doing something you want?"

"Every day of my life, Steve! I'm giving up so much to take care of you while you run around making up names. Steve from Cleveland, Steve from Paramus!"

"You don't need to take care of me!"

"Then I won't! I'll go off and join the military!"

"You're a woman! They wouldn't want you."

"Really? Because they already want me more than they want you," Eliza's face was flush red with anger. "I'm going home."

And with that, Eliza strided off. Her composure returned immediately as she took off towards her and Steve's home in Hell's Kitchen.

"I'm gonna go talk to her," Steve started walking towards his sister.

"No, let me. You've done enough damage."

"What does she mean? They... want her more than me?"

"Colonel Phillips requested Eliza be the division's mobile nurse," Bucky explained. "She wasn't gonna accept it because she wanted to take care of you."

Steve gaped at Bucky's words. He felt a little upset she hadn't told him, but nonetheless, he was proud of his sister. She had always been against him and his military dream, because he was so sick. She started nursing school and that's when his health became her priority. Learning that what killed their mother could easily kill him too.

"She's just worried for you, pal. You know how crazy she gets when you test her. No idea why you continue."

"I just wanna help..."

"She admires that, trust me. But in her eyes, you're looking to get yourself killed."

Steve sighed, and Bucky gave him a half hug before stepping away.

"Now. I have to go catch your sister before she gets herself into trouble. Don't do anything stupid until I get back," he says, patting Steve's shoulder.

"How can I? You're taking all the stupid with you."

Bucky chuckled, "You're a punk." He steps forward again and hugs him.

"Jerk." Steve hugs him back, and watches him walk away. "Be careful."

[goodluckclove]

Edgar Gallows Blog Takeover - Intro Post!

Uh - hi! Hello!

I don't really know what I'm doing here or why I'm doing it, but Scott told me there's no way he's trying this unless he sees me do it first. And if Scott's not doing it Tenzin won't be comfortable enough to try either - really, Katy's the only one here comfortable chatting to strangers. It's a delicate web otherwise.

But yeah, my name is Edgar. I'm 30 and I live in New Orleans. Scott and I looked up what people put in intro posts like these and a lot of them had genders and pronouns, so let's just say I have both of those and not go any deeper than that.

I've worked in a few tourist-y traps in NOLA, mostly back of house doing prep and assembly work. Right now I'm a bartender and I'm great at it. I'm the best in the world. I've won awards. You can lie on the internet without consequence, right?

I should say that I am ex-Academy. I won't say which one for the sake of anonymity (And - let's face it - my own safety as well). I wasn't expelled or discharged or whatever. Technically I wasn't even released. I don't practice anymore, or really keep up with the news and politics of Academic witchcraft, so don't expect me to get into it unprompted.

Interests

I don't think there's a genre of music that I don't love, but I'm a big fan of funk, disco, new wave and Japanese city pop. Talking Heads is my favorite band of all time.

I'm a self-taught chef. I think I'm pretty good at it. I also bake, which I am less good at. Those skills do not transfer like you might think they do.

Scott's looking over my shoulder and he's telling me to mention that I like birds. I do. I feel weird saying that because I don't really know that many bird facts for anything other than my few favorites (Goldfinches and Buntings). I just like looking at them.

I say that I play video games but the only video game I'm remotely good at is Old School Runescape, which I don't think is that cool to say.

Things to Ask me About?

I would love to talk about cooking or food. This could be to give advice, recipe suggestions, food pairings, knife skills - ask me something as simple as how to scramble an egg and I'd be happy to share my technique.

In regards to the Academy, I will say that I'm Legacy and so I never actually enlisted. If you're thinking of going down that path at your own branch, I worked at the University of mine as a librarian for maybe five years, so I got a good perspective as to what the process looks like. I'm open to offering insight and tentative guidance if you aren't weird.

Scott says I should mention that I'm also a birthright. He's really the one that has more authority to talk about that since he actually grew up in a witch town, but apparently he has a lot of opinions on how I should do this for someone who barely understands how the internet works.

He's watching me type now. Fuck it, you can ask me about Scott too if you want. I assumed I was straight until about a week ago. Now I seem to have bagged myself an ethereal magical boyfriend. He saw me use the voice command on my Pixel and now he makes me say goodnight to my goddamned cell phone before we go to sleep. I love him.

DNI List

I heard admission rates for Academies hit a major spike recently, and I'm just putting it out there that I really would rather not debate anyone super invested in the "mission statement" of their local University. The newer members never seem to realize that the culture of the Academy differs like crazy depending where you are, and because of that there really isn't the kind of centralization they claim exists to Junior Members.

Also - and this might be a divisive take - but I was born into this world. I spent decades of my life in the Academy. I truly do not care about the opinion of someone who trained for two years after joining straight out of high school. I won't block you, but I will send your username and any comments you make to my friend who is far more Anti-Academy than I am (Hi, Katy).

Anyway that's all! I look forward to posting things today and maybe talking to some new people! I hope everyone is nice and not weird and I do not regret this happening!

who is this? why is this happening? check out the pinned post on my blog to learn more!

[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

Brother’s Best Friend

Pairing: El Phantasmo x female!reader

Category: Angst/Fluff

Word count: 1,749

Summary: Sneaking around is challenging but so hot. Sneaking around with your brother’s best friend is even more challenging and even hotter… until you get caught by your brother.

Warnings: Swearing

Requested by: anon — Sorry for the long delay but I hope you enjoy! ❤️

You can find the original request here!

A/N: I changed the request just a little bit because my brain wouldn’t let me write exactly what you wanted so I got as close as my brain would let me 🤣

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In the movies, it’s always so hot when the couple has to sneak around to meet and in real life, it’s still hot. The one thing they don’t show you in the movies too often is how hard it is to sneak around, especially when the person you have feelings for is your brother’s best friend.

You and Riley didn’t have intentions of catching feelings for each other but over time it just happened. You knew how much Jay enjoyed and valued Riley’s friendship so you couldn’t bring yourself to tell your brother about how you felt about Riley. You thought maybe the feelings might go away but they never did. Riley was honestly worried and a little scared to tell Jay that he liked you. He knew how protective Jay was over you, and he wasn’t looking for a fight.

Sneaking around was the only way you could see Riley without Jay finding out. You felt like you and Riley had been doing a good job at not getting caught — until an unsuspecting Jay entered the room. He caught the two of you sitting close on the couch in the apartment he shared with you. You and Riley both froze like deer in headlights. The pair of you casually moved away from one another as Jay suspiciously eyed the two of you but ultimately headed to the kitchen. Relief washed over you and Riley as Jay left the room. You and and Riley shared a look — you had to be more careful. As Jay re-entered the living room, you and Riley were on opposite ends of the couch so naturally Jay took the empty seat between you.

Jay knew something was up with his best friend and his sister. He just wasn’t sure what yet. Jay wracked his brain thinking back to all the times you and his Bullet Club brother were in the same room. He recalled you both always on the opposite sides of rooms, never socializing with one another. At the time, he didn't think anything of it, but now that he’s thinking back, he finds it strange that you two never really interacted. Jay assumed you would bug him about Riley as the man was your “type” but he never heard a peep from you or Riley for that matter. He figured Riley would be asking him if you were single given Jay had caught Riley gazing at you when you weren’t looking, but nothing. This was weird. Jay just knew the two people he genuinely cared about would get along. At least you weren’t fighting.

You and Riley were doing the opposite of fighting when Jay wasn’t around. It was near impossible to keep your hands and lips to yourselves.

As the days turned into weeks, Jay kept a close eye on his sister and best friend in hopes to see if his suspicions were true. Jay debated on if he should enlist help from Kenta and Taiji Ishimori, they could help him get to the bottom of the weird vibes he was getting from you and Riley. Ultimately, Jay decided he would keep the help of Kenta and Taiji as Plan B, he really wanted to catch the two in question on his own.

You had just managed to make up some white lie as to where you were going. You were proud of yourself and Riley for keeping your secret meet ups from your brother for this long, but you knew deep down this wouldn’t last forever. You knew Jay would be suspicious if he ever realized you and Riley would both make up excuses at the same time despite a ten or fifteen minute gap in between. Your brother was smart and you knew better than to think otherwise.

You slipped into the empty storage room to wait for your beloved Riley. Things between you two had finally became official leaving you over the moon with joy and happiness.

Jay had noticed recently you would chew on your bottom lip ever so subtly when you would tell him certain things which he knew was something you did when you lied. It more of a nervous and anxious habit of yours. This caused Jay to follow you putting just enough distance between you that he could still see you but you couldn’t see him. The second he saw you slip into the storage room he knew his suspicions were true — you were sneaking off to meet someone. He just didn’t know who and he intended to find out.

Jay hid behind a big case that held a variety of backstage equipment and kept his eyes on the storage room door.

You had kept the lights off to make the meet up more fun and thrilling. A few minutes later you heard the door open and close and excitement filled your body. The movies were right. Sneaking around is hot. You heard stop footsteps approach you and strong yet gentle warm hands rest on your shoulders. Riley’s familiar scent filled your nose. “You gonna kiss me or not.” You teased as your fingers danced up his chest. The next thing you felt was your boyfriend’s rough but soft lips on yours with a sense of passion and urgency. This took you by surprise but it was good surprise — no, a great surprise.

The pair of you were too lost in the kiss and the removal of shirts to hear the door quietly open but the second the blinging light was flicked on you and Riley froze. You were caught. You peeked around Riley’s body to see who the intruder was. You gasped when your eyes met your brother’s. Riley turned to face the third party in the room. He was careful in keeping your almost half naked body behind him and out of sight. Riley’s eyes widened and his mouth went dry. Honestly, he was expecting to see his best friend, your brother as the one who caught the two of you in the middle of a steamy make out that was in the process of becoming more.

“Guess the cat’s out of the bag.” Riley attempted to make light of the situation despite how nervous he was.

“Why didn’t you tell me!” Jay shouted at no one in particular but you knew he was directing the outburst at the both of you. You heart ached hearing the sadness and disappointment in your brother’s voice. You felt Riley’s body slouch like he’d been punched in the gut. He didn’t like this either.

“I— we—” You tried to gather your thoughts and stumbled over your words in the process. Thankfully Riley jumped in.

“It wasn’t anything personal. We just love each other and were worried you would hate it or something. I’ve seen first hand just how protective you are of her and I didn’t want to screw up our friendship. That’s why we didn’t tell you. I guess we were wrong to do that.” Riley spilled to Jay as you nodded along with what was said.

You watched as Jay absorbed the words and looked from Riley to you a few times. His best friend and his sister. Had this been any other member of Bullet Club he would have hated it — loathed it even, but this is his best friend. There wasn’t many people in this world Jay White trusted but he trusted Riley. And as for you, his dear sister who can do no wrong. Jay only wanted the best for you and after evaluating the kind of person Riley is, Jay thought his best friend just might be the best for you and that never happened when it came to you dating. He caught your eye and saw the pleading look in them, one that he hadn’t seen before when it came to a boy. He knew what he had to say.

During the time Jay was processing his emotions and gathering his thoughts, you had slipped your shirt back on and Riley had done the same.

“Never in a million years would I ever dream that I’m about to say this.” Jay took a moment to put the words in the right order. “I never wanted any of my friends to date my sister because I know how they are, but you Riley,” Jay took another moment to look into his best friend’s eyes, “you’re different. I can’t explain it because honestly, I have no idea what it is.”

You could tell this was new and confusing territory for your brother. “Jay…” You softly trailed off, grabbing his attention as you move out from behind Riley. “I know this is probably really weird and confusing for you but I love him. He’s sweet, caring, and loving. Honestly, I could ramble on and on about him but I won’t, at least not right now.” You attempted to ease some of the tension in the air as Riley slipped his hand in yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. “You always told me to find someone who is respectful, compassionate, and loyal. You and I both know Riley checks all those boxes.”

Jay studied you then Riley. His eyes lingered on his friend, reading his body language, searching his eyes for reciprocation at your words. Riley squeezed your hand once more, this time you returned the action. Jay’s eyes darted to the movement then trailed up your arm. Finally reaching your face, he saw the two of you, his best friend and his sister, looking into each other’s eyes, smiling softly. “Okay.” Jay finally spoke. “I’ll accept this, just keep the affection to a minimum for me. I really don’t want to know what you two get up to.” Jay shivered at the thought of any sexual activity between the pair of you.

“No promises!” You beamed, letting go of Riley’s hand and pulling your brother into a hug. “Thank you.” You whispered in his ear.

“Yeah, yeah.” Jay shrugged once you let him go. His attention turned to his best friend, your boyfriend. “I really don’t want to have to beat the shit out of you, so be good to her.” He said earnestly.

Riley nodded, knowing Jay wasn’t kidding around. “Noted.” He paused briefly before speaking once more. “So there’s this girl I’ve been meaning to tell you about.” Riley chuckled, slinging his arm around his best friend’s shoulders as the three of you exited the storage room.

You laughed upon hearing your brother groan. This would be fun.

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hey! could you please recommend me some romance books with the second chance trope or that are similar to You Deserve Each Other ? you have great taste in books 🥺

omg!!! crying that’s so sweet!! here are nine of my favorite second chance romances:

happy place by emily henry harriet and wyn have been the perfect couple since college. until they broke off their engagement six months ago and still haven't told their friends. now they're stuck at their friend group's annual maine vacation, lying through their teeth and pretending they're still madly in love with each other. only, harriet's discovering, it is all too easy to pretend to be in love in public. it's infinitely harder when it's just the two of them, and she has to pretend not to be. a fantastic second chance romance that's told in then-and-now alternating timelines, showing readers how harriet and wyn fell in love and wondering how they could have ever fallen out of it.

do i know you? by emily wibberley and austin siegemind-brokka eliza and graham are as out-of-sync as can be on their vacation getaway meant to celebrate their five-year wedding anniversary. the spark is just... missing. when another guest at their resort mistakes them both for singles and introduces them, eliza and graham decide pretending to be perfect strangers could actually be just the breath of fresh air this trip needs. what happens when you fall in love with a stranger who actually happens to be your wife? again, very similar to ydeo, as the couple never broke up, just lost sight of each other. a great read if you love the tough conversations!

the neighbor favor by kristina forest after being ghosted by the obscure author she'd been falling in love with over email, shy bookworm lily decides she needs to get out of her head and get back on the dating scene, and enlists the help of her dashing new neighbor (and secret obscure author!) nick. this is primarily a two-person love triangle (my personal favorite trope!!) with a hefty sprinkling of second-chance romance in there as well. the second chance comes in strong in the second half.

romantic comedy by curtis sittenfeld sparks fly on set between late-night comedy writer sally and heartthrob pop star noah while they work together on the sketches for the week he's hosting the live comedy that airs saturday night. sally's convinced noah is out of her league, but can't deny the pull she feels from him. a series of will-they-won't-theys that keep ending in won't-they until finally in the quiet isolation of the pandemic lockdown, sally and noah decide to go for it. this story is told over the course of several years, and noah and sally keep dancing around each other, but sally's self-image keep complicating things. this story is set very majorly within the pandemic, so trigger warning for that!

before i let go by kennedy ryan yasmen and josiah have loved each other since their teens. they built a life and a business and a family together, but when life delivered blow after devastating blow, the two found that love alone couldn't save everything. now divorced and co-parenting, they're finally settling into their new rhythm, but yasmen can't help feeling pulled to josiah like she hasn't in years. is it too late for them to find forever? or are some things stronger once they've been rebuilt? a truly gorgeous novel. heavy trigger warnings for miscarriage, mental illness, infertility, and deep depression. but josiah and yasmen's love story is one forged in fire.

something wilder by christina lauren lily wilder is keeping her gaze forward, guiding tourists on fake treasure hunts through the canyons of utah in an effort to save enough to buy back her family's ranch — and she is most definitely not still hung up on former ranch-hand leo grady who stole her heart a decade ago. that lie's a whole lot easier to believe before leo shows up, unbeknownst to them both, on a bro-trip guided by none other than lily herself. if only their romantic history was the biggest thing to worry about. this is a romantic adventure novel, full of action, betrayal, peril, and heart-pounding suspense. it delivers a great dose of that pining-longing-guilt that is expected of second-chance romances, but the resolution is a lot cleaner than many others in the genre. i loved this book so much, but it's definitely a polarizing one.

thank you for listening by julia whelan former actress turned successful audiobook narrator sewanee lost sight of her dreams after a tragic accident, but finds a new journey of self-discovery, love, and acceptance when she agrees to narrate one last romance novel, starring opposite anonymous heartthrob brock mcnight. sparks fly as the two pass samples over comfortably anonymous emails, neither of them knowing the other is actually the missed connection from their whirlwind night in vegas. another story featuring a two-person love triangle with sprinklings of second-chance romance. the healing arc in this story is extremely similar to ydeo, like two sides of the same coin.

twice in a blue moon by christina lauren sam was tate's first everything, including her first heartbreak. the two meet as teens on a two-week london vacation, where they fall hard and fast for each other. the only complication? tate is holding a big secret about her identity. when sam finds out and betrays her trust, it thrusts tate into an international limelight she never wanted for herself, and she never sees sam again. not until fourteen years later, when the filming location of tate's upcoming blockbuster film is sam's family farm. with a likely academy award on the line, tate must focus all her energy on her performance, even while she feels her heart pulling her towards sam. classic christina lauren. classic heartbreak. loose retelling of a room with a view, which is done so beautifully.

love and other words by christina lauren macy hasn't seen elliot in ten years. not since the day that changed everything. after the death of her mother, macy's father bought a cabin in the california wine country — a place the two of them could escape. macy finds her greatest escape in the bookish neighbor boy elliot, with whom she spends lazy summers devouring books and sharing favorite words. as the two fall more enamored with each other over their teen years, glimpses into their future show macy engaged to another man, and still agonizing ten years later over elliot's betrayal. this one is a doozy. told in alternating timelines, this novel is like seeing the wreckage before being told the agonizing story of a train crash. trigger warnings for parental death, grief, anxiety, and sexual assault. i... love this book.

i hope this list is helpful for you! if you'd like to see in-depth reviews for any of the books above, you can always add me on goodreads!

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

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Yoongi x fem!Reader

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

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

Taglist: Open

Updates: once a week

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

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

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Chapter - 7

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He chuckled at his behavior and opened the door.

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

"Were you asleep?"

"Were you crying?"

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

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

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

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

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

🐱: "It's nothing!"

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

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

🐨: "No ways!"

🐱: "What??"

🐨: "Omgggg no ways hyung???"

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

🐱: "Yahhh what???"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Did you confessed to her?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hyung?"

"Yoongi Hyung"

"Suga Hyung"

"Hyungnim??"

"Ye ye..."

"Where are you lost?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TO BE CONTINUED....

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[peachymilkandcream]

Break Me Slowly|Part 11|Yandere Levi x Evelyn

(A/N: I know this is coming out later than planned but I didn't have a chance to sit down and write until now, but I hope you enjoy the newest chapter!)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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Levi continued to scribble on his desk. He refused to look at her, refused to acknowledge her. The silence was utterly uncomfortable, making Evelyn shift from foot to foot. She wanted to defend herself, find something to fill the silence and relieve the tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. Right as she opened her lips to speak he spoke instead, making her jump slightly.

"After all I've done for you..given you a home, food, clothes, affection...you would try to dump me like I'm some kind of trash."

She was determined not to speak, although she had no doubt even from here he could see her lip trembling.

He stands in one motion. "Am I that much of a monster? You're so desperate to escape, I think I have every right to be upset."

Evelyn stares up at him, biting her lip so he couldn't see how terrified she was.

He pauses before backhanding her across the face. "Speak damn you! Why do you do this!? You disobey me again, and again! And then when you face the consequences you shut your mouth and cower, shaking like a leaf! Did you really think Erwin was on your side?" He scoffs. "Who do you think offered to help sell the lie. Your freedom came at the cheap price of my re-enlistment forms."

"Erwin cares about his soldiers..."

"Does he? He only cares about the greater good of humanity. It comes at whatever cost necessary. Yours, mine, even his lives are all just numbers. Statistics. You don't even want to know all the shit he's had me do in order to keep us on track. You're nobody, to anyone. Erwin, Hange, Eren, The Scouts, even that sad-eyed Braun. If any of them gave a damn about you they'd come save you. Don't you get it? No one cares about you, no one loves you." He pauses, taking a moment to run his hand through her hair. "Except me. I care about you...I love you...more than my own life. I would die for you, I would kill for you. You are my everything. You are the spring to my winter."

"If you really loved me you'd let me go, you wouldn't hurt me-"

"That's for your own good love..." He moves his head closer, kissing her neck gently. "I know you're unhappy, being a wife and mother is fulfilling, if you'd just be willing then think about the wonderful life you could have. Just submit already, submit to me.."

Evelyn couldn't stop herself, she turned her head to the side, letting have more access. She didn't want to be in pain. He had cause to beat her within an inch of her life, if just being willing for once would spare her the pain it couldn't be so bad. Just this once, one time pain free. She was just too tired to fight right now, even though she knew she should.

Levi took her slight movement as willingness, trying his best to keep his rush of arousal in check. He had only ever had her forcefully, while part of him enjoyed the fight, he truly just wanted her to submit to him. Sex without struggle was so much more arousing.

Her fingers found the buttons of his shirt, hastily undoing them and exposing his chiselled chest. Something in her just wanted to see if he really was more gentle when she gave in. Or if it was a lie to trick her into thinking the way he wanted her to. He would violate her either way, curiosity and a hint of desperation fuelled her to accept his embraces, accept his lips and tongue attacking her neck. Part of her liked being marked, it meant she was needed, wanted. Someone cared. Levi was a liar, but in this he had made a point, if her apparent friends did care about her, where were they? She only half remembered those words Reiner had said to her, begging her to come with him to a far off land, but he had never returned. He was probably finding a way whisk her away too and do the same thing Levi had done. They were all the same.

Levi pried off her clothes, he was so hungry, so desperate for her. He didn't want to waste a second and have her return to her stubborn ways of fighting him off. He loved her like this, needed her like this, he'd do anything to have it. Drug her, make her drunk out of her mind, give her those aphrodisiacs Petra had suggested, as odd as that was. It didn't matter to him, he just wanted to ride this high for as long as he could.

Against his normal instincts he was gentle, laying her down on his desk and using his discarded shirt to cradle her head. If she was willingly spreading her legs for him, he would uphold his part of the deal and be gentle. Even though everything in him screamed to shove every inch inside her without mercy. He was slow, took his time and let her feel every vein as he sheathed himself inside her.

"See what happens when you behave?" His voice was tender and loving as he started to move, slow and caring, actually giving her time to adjust and take in his length.

She didn't push him away, holding onto his arms to stabilize herself, her breathy moans coming freely and not forced from her clenched teeth. "Faster- please-" Her voice was little more than a whisper, but he heard it. Picking up the pace.

For once in their whole marriage this time it was about her, it was about him rubbing soft circles in her clit making her twitch, and gently flicking her nipple with his tongue. To him it was vanilla and almost boring, but the way it made her come undone so quickly made him not regret it in the least.

Normally she violently fought him off to avoid him finishing inside, begging and pleading with him to cum anywhere else. But this time she pulled him in with her legs, welcomed the hot liquid shooting deep inside her.

In the aftermath Evelyn hated herself for it, hated that she enjoyed it and so much. However she stopped beating herself up when she realized what this would mean, if she could just play along then Levi might let his guard down enough she could really leave. Escape at this point was useless, he could find her and he had allies she didn't even know about. If she pretended to be his housewife eventually he'd allow her more freedom until it was too much and she slipped past him. The moral side of her felt guilty for playing with someone's feelings, but after all he'd done to her morality wasn't something she could worry about right now.

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Levi was surprised by the sudden and drastic change in Evelyn, she allowed him to do whatever he wanted. She'd spread her legs for him and would act just like a normal wife should. It was suspicious for sure, but with his continued careful watch of her he would just reap the benefits of her change in attitude.

With her change in attitude came her freedom, he brought her out of the house more, allowing her to talk to and interact with others. She seemed to enjoy it, liking the interaction with anyone but him. When they walked through the street, she introduced him as "Her Husband", making his heart swell with pride and joy.

He proudly told Erwin of his feats in taming her, earning slight nods, merely listening in relative silence. When Levi finally finishes his rant, Erwin breaks his silence.

"She's not pregnant is she."

Levi hesitates, trying to get a read on Erwin's intentions. "No, she's not."

"A failure on your part of course."

"If that's how you see it."

"It is." Erwin rearranges things on his desk. "Which brings me to my point." He laces his fingers and rests his elbows on the wood surface, staring Levi down. "It's been some time since Eren has gone missing, so long that now the government is breathing down my neck."

"And what do your problems have to do with me?"

"We've confirmed Eren's somewhere in Marley correct? Your wife was good friends with him when he was still a scout, I want her to bring him back."

Levi scoffs. "Why not just send one of those brats like Mikasa or Armin? They're arguably closer."

"True, but not as mature, plus, my plan is to send her undercover. Posing as a Marleyian soldier."

"And when she gets caught? You just want her to get killed?" He couldn't hide the aggression in his voice.

"Of course not." Erwin pauses again, as if choosing his words carefully. "Your wife also made a connection with the traitor Reiner Braun, if she's caught, she'll have a sympathizer who might spare her life."

Levi stands abruptly. "Like hell I'll allow that." He quickly turns to leave.

"I'm afraid your alternative isn't much better."

He stops and turns. "And that is?"

"I'll expose you publicly for what you've done."

"Tch. And lose your prize Scout? I know a bluff when I hear one."

"At this point Levi, Eren is more useful than even you. If he can trigger even a small scale Rumbling to crush our enemies I won't have need for you ever again."

Levi grits his teeth. "Blackmailing me Erwin, I'm impressed. Didn't know you had the guts." He turns on his heel and rips the door open.

"Is that a deal then?"

"It's a deal alright you bastard." Levi leaves the room, slamming the door so hard behind him books rattle and fall off their shelves.

Erwin finally lets his smirk show itself on his face. "How do you like a taste of your own medicine Levi?"

[goldenavenger02]

brave soldier boy

For @badthingshappenbingo. Prompt: wiping the other's tears away

"You don't need to be like uncle Ozai or Azula," Lu Ten finally said, watching as Zuko tried his hardest to blink back tears, "because you can be like aunt Ursa, or my father or me. You don't have to be rageful."

"I wish I was going with you."

Lu Ten couldn't help but smile as he watched his cousins firebend in the training yard.

Azula was a marvel, a firebending prodigy at just nine years old, who would grow up to do great things for the Fire Nation; her flames burned bright blue with heat whenever she lost her temper, but he had confidence that she would conquer that temper like she did with every challenge that came her way.

He wasn't the first person who had stood back to watch her calculated, timed movements and knowing that regardless of what position she would hold in the Fire Nation, she would hold it with both fury and grace.

Zuko was very good for an eleven year old in his own right; his flames had come in later than Azula's, but he made up for it with his wit and quick actions in the training yard even if that meant that his foot was pointed the wrong way or his flames didn't hit the target exactly where they were supposed to.

Regardless of how long it took, Zuko would always complete the task given to him.

He only waited to walk up with his hands clasped together after the last of the flames had gone out, knowing better than to sneak up on a pair of firebenders, "when I get back from Ba Sing Se, you two are gonna be better at this then Avatar Roku himself."

"You were finally sent for? By the soldiers?" Azula's eyes shone bright with the fire she had just been wielding as the pair ran up to him.

"Myself, as well as my father. They are about to break through the outer wall, which means it's time for all hands on deck," Lu Ten explained while crouching down to their level, "we leave in the morning."

"I wish I could go with you."

"As much as I think you would be an excellent warrior on the frontlines, Azula," Lu Ten stopped for a moment, hoping that this war would be over before Zuko was the age of enlistment, let alone Azula, "your duty is here, to the people. You have to keep their morale up, so they don't think that this is a waste of time."

"They would be stupid to think that." Azula shook her head with a smile before walking away, presumably to go play with her friends, Ty Lee and Mai.

"You don't have to lie to me, about my firebending," Zuko said once she had walked away while putting away his helmet, "I'm never going to be as good as Azula."

"Hey, I can't firebend at all, remember? All of this is impressive to me no matter what," Lu Ten argued before leaning on one of the training dummies, "and who said you had to be as good as Azula?"

"Uncle Iroh is the "Dragon of the West", you were first in all of your classes, Azula is a prodigy and I'm…" he sighed, sitting down on the grass, "I'm just Zuko."

"You're right. You are "just Zuko"," Lu Ten nodded as he sat down beside him on the grass, holding his arm out to invite his cousin to lean against him, "I don't know about you, but "just Zuko" can be pretty great too."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm positive. Because you are quick on your feet, you always get the job done no matter how long it takes, and you are so kind. I know that if you ever become the Fire Lord, that you will rule our people with a strong but gentle hand."

"Father doesn't want me to be gentle," Zuko muttered, pulling his knees to his chest, "he says I need to be tough, like Azula."

Lu Ten had to bite his tongue before he said something distasteful about his uncle Ozai. Despite his father being next in line for the throne, he was also a general and if his father died on enemy lines, the crown would go to his uncle.

And despite never having been on the receiving end of uncle Ozai's wrath, he knew that if he said something out of line, the punishment would be severe.

"You don't need to be like uncle Ozai or Azula," Lu Ten finally said, watching as Zuko tried his hardest to blink back tears, "because you can be like aunt Ursa, or my father or me. You don't have to be rageful."

"I wish I was going with you."

Unlike his sister, Lu Ten knew that it wasn't because Zuko wanted to fight or to help the Fire Nation but that, even if he didn't know it himself, he was looking for an escape.

Instead of saying that, however, he leaned forward and used his thumb to wipe away the tears on his face before whispering so quietly that he wasn't sure if his cousin even heard him, "I wish I was staying."

When he received no reaction, he knew that he was in the clear and reached into his pocket to pull out the medallion. It had been one of his many achievements in school, finishing first in his officer class. It shined in the golden sun, proudly displaying the goal he had completed.

"You should have this," Lu Ten spoke, setting the medallion in Zuko's palm and wrapping his fingers around it.

"But this is important to you." Zuko protested, but he hadn't pushed it back towards him in retaliation.

"It should belong to someone who is destined to do great things and despite what others might say, you are destined to do great things, Zuko."

He held his cousin tightly in his arms when he sprang up to hug him, feeling the tears soak into his hair and his clothes, "shhh…"

"I'm gonna miss you."

Lu Ten rested his hand on the back of Zuko's head and pulled him in as close as possible, fighting back his own tears as he muttered, "I'm gonna miss you too."

When Zuko finally pulled away, Lu Ten wondered if firebending felt like the pure rage that was cycling through him when he saw where his sleeves had rolled up to his elbows.

And the five pink, fingerprint shaped splotches in his little cousin's skin.

...

He took his time packing.

Realistically, Lu Ten knew that he did not need much. Weapons and armor would be provided, so he took with him what he always took. Night clothes, paper and ink for letters, clothes for under his armor, hair ties and his notebook.

In most cases, the rage making its way through his bones would be written down in that notebook before he ripped the page out and tossed it in the fireplace. A technique that his own father used when his own rage grew to be too much.

But this was more severe than an argument with a fellow recruit; someone had burned Zuko with their bare hand and he had no idea who he could safely confide in.

'Grandfather may see it as an acceptable form of discipline. Father would question everyone in sight and put the two of us in danger. Uncle Ozai...he might have done it himself, he has always been so hard on Azula and Zuko to succeed and if he didn't do it, he allowed one of their teachers to do it.'

Which only left him with one choice, the safest choice.

He made his way to the greenhouse on the eastern side of the palace, the servants side of the palace, and opened the door, unsurprised to see exactly who he was looking for, carefully studying the different plants and separating them out between medicinal and edible.

"Aunt Ursa?"

"Hello, Lu Ten. I heard the news," she put down the stem she was holding into one of the glass jars before turning, her head held high with a small smile like always despite her constant underlying sadness that he could always feel radiating from his aunt, "your grandfather must be proud."

"Can I speak to you? Privately?"

"Of course," she insisted, nodding at the lone gardener who bowed before exiting the greenhouse, "is something wrong?"

"If..." He swallowed, knowing that his next words could be considered in a number of ways, "if someone was hurting one of the heirs to the throne, what would be the best course of action?"

"Treat any wounds, and then make sure that the person who had done it never stepped foot in the palace again. All of the nations, regardless of differences, frown on child abuse." She explained, her voice remaining steady as her hand shook around the stem she was holding, "did someone hurt you, Lu Ten?"

"No, no, I'm fine," he assured her, watching her movements still as she plucked the green and blue leaves from the plant she was holding, "I was speaking to Zuko and Azula earlier, letting them know that my father and I are leaving in the morning and...Zuko had these burns on his wrist."

"As much and as hard as he practices, that is inevitable."

"They looked like fingerprints, Aunt Ursa."

She dropped the plant she was holding and looked directly into his eyes, "Lu Ten, are you sure?"

"I swear on Agni itself."

She nodded, brushing a few loose hairs behind her ear before sealing the jars and turning back to him, "please send him to me. You should be getting ready, I will speak to him."

"Okay."

"And Lu Ten?" She added, forcing him to turn back to look her in the eyes again, "make sure that Azula and Ozai do not hear anything about this."

...

He had been too busy to follow Zuko to where his mother had been waiting for him in the infirmary. He still had to confirm location and tactics with both his father as well as the othet soldiers, even if he wished to take out all of his weapons training on the person who had done this to his cousin.

But, just as he was following his father to the travel cart that would take them to their boat in the first rays of sunlight, he couldn't help but watch as one of Azula and Zuko's firebending teachers left with his luggage all while Ursa watched from the entrance with a glare that put fear into his heart.

His aunt Ursa was terrifying in her own right, but as he tossed his luggage into the cart and sat next to his father, he couldn't help but wonder if Zuko had been telling the truth about the marks.

After all, despite how much abuse was frowned upon in the Fire Nation, disrespecting your elders was even more frowned upon; and with the way uncle Ozai always kept a strong hand on Zuko's shoulder, he couldn't help but wonder if the real enemy had been ousted.

[spankingwishes2-longerstories]

Lunch with Chelsea

A continuation of the lengthy saga of Camille and Kendall, Chelsea and Jordan… (co-written with @agbbswts)

(Side chapter at The Birthday After-Party)

Our story so far: Camille, wanting to increase the effectiveness of Kendall’s spankings, enlists the help of her friend Chelsea - who takes to it like a duck to water!  After which, Chelsea decides to try it with Jordon, who’s been a bit out of control.  She chooses to fly solo the first time (despite Camille’s offer to help), but still manages to roast Jordan’s bottom as well as a tag-team could have done - and enjoys it immensely!

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“How have you been?  We need to catch up!  You’ve been so busy lately,” Camille asked Chelsea over a shared taco salad.

“Oh, I know!  And you, too,” Chelsea responded, “your weekends are always booked in the summer.”

“If mine aren’t, Kendall’s are,” the first woman explained, “but things are calming down…”

The conversation fell into the cavalcade of activities they’d been through in recent weeks - seemingly eons between such close friends.

As they drew to a close, Chelsea dropped her voice and asked, “And how are you doing with Kendall’s, ah, behavior?”

“Ohhh - missing your help, I’m afraid!  The busier we are, the busier it keeps me!” Camille complained.  “And you said you’ve been spanking Jordan, as well?”

“Oh my God, yes - I haven’t had a chance to tell you, have I?”

“Spill, girl!”

“Pretty soon after our ‘little get-together’ over Kendall’s bright-red bottom, Jordan came home so late…” Chelsea began.

“No call, I suppose,” Camille commiserated.

“So long past that!  But… I took care of it, ‘good and proper’, as you say.  Positively blistered Jordan’s drunken butt - and demanded a ‘thank-you’ after!”  Dropping her voice again, the proud woman added, “Between my legs, I mean.”

Camille smiled broadly.  “I knew you could!  And how did Jordan take it?  Still on speaking terms?”

“You wouldn’t believe… it’s worked wonders!”

“Better than with Kendall, clearly…” Camille complained as she contemplated a second margarita.

“Not just better… a whole lot differently!  You’re going to laugh…”

“I’m ready… amuse me!” Camille invited.

“She’ll lie around in bed in the morning until I come in and spank her - or threaten to, at least.  Then she won’t come to bed at night… same thing!”

“She wants you to spank her,” Camille concluded.

“Just little ones, I mean… but, so fun!  And at bedtime, since there’s time…”

“Thank-you’s?”

“Well, I reciprocate, of course…”

“I would hope so!”

“And if she wants a bigger spanking, she’ll wait outside in her car - I’ve seen her from the window - until she’s five or ten minutes late…”

“And then she gets it?”

“Well, a little harder…” Chelsea explained.  “But most the time she’s an angel!  Or, would be.”

“Except?”

“I spend a lot of time saying, ‘Unless you want a spanking’ or ‘I’m about to spank you, so you’d better’… and then she skitters off to do what I’ve asked.  And she’s gotten rather clingy - like one of our cats - but I love it!” Chelsea crowed.

“I’m so glad for you!  I suspected it would work - though not as well as all that, honestly.  I guess Jordan just wanted a little firmer hand,” Camille supposed.

“That’s a really good way to put it - though ‘firmer’ is only one thing these hand have been pretty regularly lately,” Chelsea smirked.

“Sounds like you have the situation - and Jordon - well under control, then - and didn’t need my help after all.”

“Oh - well, no, not really.  Are you terribly disappointed?”

“Not at all,” Camille assure her friend.  “I just offered in case you needed it.  My arm’s already falling off, keeping up with Kendall.”

“Yes, I can imagine, from what you’ve said.  But behavior-wise…”

“Still perfect in public and a bit of a total terror when we’re alone!” Camille laughed.

“I know we’d sort of planned…” Chelsea began.

“For you to help out?  Yes, we did - but schedules…”

“And summer…”

“True… so - you might still be interested?  You did a bang-up job on your first try - and I fancied you enjoyed it?” Kendall’s girlfriend asked.

“Oh, I did,” Chelsea agreed, trying to keep her enthusiasm in check.  While smacking Jordan’s cute butt was fun, there was something to be said for royally roasting Kendall’s poor buns as well.  “Like you said, just timing…”

“We should have you over some night this week,” Camille told her.

“Anything on the horizon?”

“Nothing specific, not at the moment, but… Kendall can always use some ‘extra help’,” Camille explained.  “Are you up for providing your half of another ‘substantial’ spanking?”

“Been waiting all summer,” Chelsea said encouragingly.

“We could make it something pretty ‘spectacular’, if you’re willing.  It wouldn’t even have to take that long, if that’s an issue for you.”

“I’m sure it’s not - an ‘extended’ event suits me just fine,” Chelsea chucked.  “Let’s just make sure we provide everything bratty Kendall has coming.”

“Oh, the poor dear,” Camille said, matching Chelsea’s grin.  “Thursday?  Just to be sure we can have a little added, ‘unresolved’ justification?”

“I’ll be there!”

She picked up her phone and called.  Getting voicemail, she simply said, ‘Kendall, darling, I’ve made us plans for Thursday evening - do make sure you can accommodate me.  Love you!’

“And now… the dessert menu!”

[enchantedlandcoffee]

A list of Alpha/Beta/Omega fic recs for readers who want to start reading the genre (most of the ones I've read are explicit, but if people would like I can do a SFW version as well)

Where You Lay by HamPalpert

Explicit • Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson • Alpha Harry Styles, Omega Louis Tomlinson • 86k

When Louis's upcoming heat threatens his success at his new dream job, he asks the best (and only) person he can think of to help him through it: his best mates' best mate, Harry Styles. Harry reluctantly accepts, and together the two navigate a strange friends with benefits relationship that quickly turns complicated.

Seeing Blind by Zedi

Explicit • Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson • Alpha Louis Tomlinson, Omega Harry Styles • 46.7k

Louis finally turns his head in Liam’s direction, knows his face is showing the longing he’s been aching with ever since it took root in his chest. “What the fuck do I do, Liam? He wouldn’t want me like that, but I want-” his voice cracks, and he turns his face back downwards. “What do you do when you’re not perfect for the person who’s perfect for you?” OR the one where Harry’s an independent omega who likes to have his fun and Louis is the blind alpha that changes Harry’s priorities.

Fake It Till You Make It by falsegoodnight

Explicit • Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson • Alpha Harry Styles, Omega Louis Tomlinson • 28k

“I think you should ask Louis,” Niall interrupts, furrowing his brows when Harry immediately lets out a sharp laugh.  “Louis,” he repeats in disbelief. “Louis, as in your roommate? The same Louis that hates me?” “He doesn’t hate you,” Niall protests, shaking his head adamantly. “He just doesn’t like you very much.”  Harry rolls his eyes, leaning back in his chair. “Oh, my bad.” - Or, after a serious error in judgement causes Harry to lie to his frat brothers about being in a relationship, he begrudgingly enlists his best friend’s omega roommate to help keep up the charade. There’s only one small issue…

This Thing Upon Me (howls like a beast) by SadaVeniren

Explicit • Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson • Alpha Louis Tomlinson, Omega Harry Styles • 9k

Harry and Louis weren’t meant to be together. They’d met when they were put together through their university’s AO MatchUp, a program that set up alphas and omegas based on the schedules of their ruts and heats so they had someone to help them through it. It was pure luck that they were put together.

[maremote]

Black Sails Monologuolympics BR4.2: SILVER'S MONOLOGUES: QUARTERFINALS 🥈

4/4: 408 vs 303

Silver, to Flint, in 308: “My God. The number of times I have followed you blindly, backed you with the men blindly, put men in the fucking ground… good men, friends… because you said, "I know the way. "Don't ask me how. "Just do as I say." I may not have understood it, I may not have supported it, but I did it! And God damn it, right now you're going to return the favor! We will find a way to put it all back together with whatever we have left at our disposal. But do not ask me to choose between a war and a wife. I do not think you're going to like the answer. Whatever must be done to secure Madi's release, I'm going to do it. I do not expect your understanding, but I demand your support. As my partner, as my friend. Do I have it?”

Silver, to Flint, in 303: "I stole it from you. The Urca gold. told you we were deceived about its having been recovered by the Spanish. Wasn't entirely true. You were deceived. built the lie... enlisted the scouts, arranged the sale of the information to Captain Rackham. I conceived it all. You know, 've had my fill of hearing you go on about this crew being too weak to keep up with you. Some of them may be weaker than you, some of them may be less smart, but don't you for a second believe fit that description. Whatever happens out here, one thing is certain. You will account for me. So you can decide... to fight me, maybe kill me, and figure out a way of hauling yourself back to that ship alone or acknowledge the fact that you and would be a hell of a lot better off as partners than as rivals."

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