#anyway i’m popping on for a lil bit to work on those interaction asks and maaaaybe queue some things

[tvrningout-a]

writing a canon character for the first time is hating what you wrote and knowing you’re probably going to rewrite the whole thing unu

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

not allowed ii, m | jjk, myg

pairing(s): jungkook x reader x est. relationship yoongi

summary: You know Min Yoongi loves you when he invites Jeon Jungkook to fuck you. Not just for you, but for Jungkook too. You would have been cool with it being a one-time thing. BTS are busy after all. 2021 New Year’s Eve Live just aired and Jungkook’s in your Twitter search history again. But surely Yoongi wouldn’t ask Jungkook to drop by again... and watch?!

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship with Yoongi (and they’re fluffy and in love); tiny bit of crack; smut (fem reader, dirty talk, voyeurism, m-receiving oral, face-fucking, fingering, thigh-riding, cowgirl, handjob, doggy, spanking); idol!BTS; takes place after 2021 NYEL

it’s mostly JK smut with a bit of Yoongi, he’s still recovering after all

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“You looked so handsome.”

He chuckled as you ran your hands through his black locks, damp from his shower.

“Seeing you with them on stage again makes me so happy.”

He smiled, hands on your waist, letting you mess with his hair.

“Me too,” your boyfriend said softly, looking so beautiful, so perfect, just like this, bare-faced and happy.

You placed your forehead against his exposed one, looking into his dark brown eyes. He looked amused, as if he knew what you were going to say.

“I love you, Min Yoongi.”

“Ah, yes, tell me more,” Yoongi purred. “Tell me how much of a perfect man I am.”

You laughed, lifting your head. “No, no, I’ve decided against that,” you played along, shaking your finger at him. “Because you didn’t immediately say ‘I love you’ back.”

Yoongi scrunched up his face. “Hah…” He looked away. You prodded him in a nose and he gave you a disgruntled huff, ears turning red. He wasn’t keeping it from you because he didn’t love you. He was keeping it from you because he was being difficult on purpose. You tapped his cheek.

“Wa-a-ting, lil meow meow…”

He glared at you disapprovingly.

“Lil…” You leaned down, next to his heated ear. Speaking softer, slower. “Meow meow.”

“I love you,” Yoongi grumbled.

Your hands ran down his chest, nails against the white t-shirt fabric, breathing heavier, more sensually. He sucked in a tight breath.

“Don’t,” he warned.

You stopped and sighed, falling beside him, on his right. “Ah, you’re right. Sorry,” you apologized, rubbing your brow. “I got carried away.”

Yoongi sighed. “You know I don’t mean it like that.”

You reached down to intertwine your fingers with his right hand. “I know. I can tell.”

“… Shut up.”

He knew you were addressing the tent in his pants that you very much wanted to touch.

“If I just blow you, it should be fine?”

Yoongi sighed again, shaking his head. “No, because I can’t reciprocate as well as I would like and that’s not fair to you.”

You didn’t press it. That kind of thing didn’t matter to you, but it mattered to Yoongi, so you let it be. Maybe you could have done it anyway, but you knew that wouldn’t make him happy. It was better to simply wait, even if he was allowed to be on stage again, at least partially. He was recovering at a good pace. Both of you agreed to be patient and sometimes had to keep the other in check.

“When do you have to go back to work?” he asked quietly.

“Soon.”

“You don’t have to go back.”

You laughed. “And do what? Become your maid?”

Yoongi grinned. “I like the sound of that.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head. “Someone will find out.”

His grin faltered and he leaned his head against your shoulder. “Yeah.” His voice was small, barely above a whisper. “But I’m feel the happiest when I’m with you.”

“I’m always with you, Yoongi.” You reached over and tapped the left side of his chest. “Right here.”

You felt him stiffen at your touch, a little embarrassed at the cheesy movement. His brown eyes flickered up to your face, to your smirk. Because, of course, you had done it on purpose to fluster him, even if you meant it. He pouted at you, raising an eyebrow.

“Hm, that’s not what your Twitter search history says.”

“E… eh?” you uttered, feeling the heat rise to your face. “You were looking through my phone?”

“Does you leaving the screen on count as looking through your phone?”

You looked away from Yoongi’s teasing eyes. You were about to say something but Yoongi squeezed your hand, leaning in closer.

“No, no, don’t say that. I want you to tell me.” His lips against your ear, sending shivers down your neck. “I want to know everything, my love.”

Shit. You could feel your heart race when he spoke like that, so low and dangerous. You tried to keep your hormones in check, not wanting to get turned on and jump him, because if he kept this up, you most certainly would.

“Ah, well… he just… looked so nice in the Dynamite and Best of Me performance. And the Mic Drop performance. Not as nice as you, of course,” you added with a slight puff of pride, squeezing his hand back.

“Nice save.”

“Hey, I mean it,” you retorted. “Hmph.”

He chuckled, raspy and lovely. “I know you do.” He kissed your ear lightly. “But I also know Jungkookie is missing his noona, so I had to make sure you were still wet for him.”

Before you make a snarky remark, the front door opened.

Your eyes went wide and you snapped your head back to the mischievous expression on Min Yoongi’s face.

“Y-Yoongi!” you hissed under your breath. “You’re right here!”

He ticked his head, smirking at you. “That I am.” His voice dropped several octaves as you heard the relocking of the door and the removal of shoes. “And now, so is Jungkook.”

You paled. Was Yoongi going to watch you or something? There was no way you could initiate anything sexual with Jungkook with Yoongi next to you! You felt your cheeks burn as Yoongi smirked triumphantly, pink tongue running over his teeth. Wasn’t this taking it too far–?

“Noona?” came the gentle voice of Jeon Jungkook, with just a hint of teasing. “Are you aslee–HYUNG?”

Evidently, Jungkook thought the exact same thing.

You bolted up from the bed, eyes wide as Jungkook rounded the corner and abruptly stopped, wearing an oversized long-sleeved black shirt. Black sweatpants. Black hair fluffy and curly around his cheeks, looking so soft that you wanted to run your fingers through it. He was taken aback at the appearance of Yoongi, who lifted himself from the bed like a cat, in one smooth motion. His right hand raised and ruffled his shorter black hair, raspy chuckle on his lips as he witnessed your and Jungkook’s equally stunned expressions.

Jungkook’s eyes dropped down and he looked away quickly, realizing Yoongi was in his boxer briefs and still semi-hard from being so close to you. His eyes darted everywhere in the room, unable to look at you or Yoongi. There were probably a million things going on in his head as he fixated on a spot on the floor, eyes open and unblinking.

One, it was obvious why he was there.

Two, Yoongi was also here?

Three, if he looked at you sexually, wouldn’t that be weird, because Yoongi was here??

Four, why is Yoongi here???

“I should g-go–” Jungkook sputtered, angling his body away from the bedroom.

“Jungkook, come here.”

Yoongi’s stern voice froze the younger man in mid-movement, leg raised awkwardly in the air. Jungkook was still not looking at either of you.

“You came here for a reason, didn’t you?”

“Ah… hyung, I was only–”

“Don’t insult my girlfriend by pretending you don’t want her.”

You could tell those words made Jungkook pause. He turned around, slowly, eyes flickering to Yoongi’s calm face. Yoongi cocked his head at in your direction, dark brown eyes boring into Jungkook’s. You sat there, frozen in one of Yoongi’s oversized t-shirts, witnessing the interaction that was probably a lot more tense for you and Jungkook than it was for Yoongi. Jungkook chewed on his lower lip, revealing the tiny mole under it, uncertainty etched on his features.

“She’s already told me how good you made her feel.”

Jungkook flinched. His eyes flickered to you. “R-really?”

“W-well… he asked?” you replied, wringing your hands nervously. “He wanted to know the details.”

Jungkook’s tan skin paled a bit. “O-oh…”

Yoongi cracked his neck, sliding into his computer chair. He seemed very pleased with himself. Too pleased. Smug, even. “I especially liked the part where you spanked her. She can be a bad girl sometimes.”

Instantly, Jungkook turned into a tomato. “T-that was in the h-heat of the moment, I s-swear…”

“Yeah?” Yoongi hummed knowingly.

You made the mistake of looking at Yoongi’s eyes. Dark and alluring, noticing your gaze immediately and honing in on it. His lips curved into his trademark open-mouthed smirk. Fuck. You loved it when he did that. Too much. He knew it too. Fuck. Fuck. Yoongi was doing it on purpose, enjoying his effect on you as he ran a pale hand through his hair, separating the dark strands, flexing his fingers as he did so.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Take off the shirt.”

He was staring at you, so he obviously meant you. You gulped.

“Yoongi, are you su–”

He interrupted you, dark eyes flashing. “Take it off.”

Your eyes shifted to Jungkook, whose doe-like brown eyes were fixated on you too, unable to look away now because Yoongi had given you an order. And you could tell Yoongi that you weren’t going to do it, but Jungkook was wanting it, needing it, the tent in his pants growing, anxiously chewing his pink lip raw, and, fuck, you could refuse but Jungkook looked so desperate and delectable that your fingers went to the hem of the shirt, eyes flickering back to Yoongi, who grinned at you.

Deep down, you wanted to please Yoongi too, and he seemed very, very satisfied to watch you lift the shirt up and over your head. He purred your name, in that enticing way you loved.

“Give it to me.”

You tossed it to him and Yoongi caught it in the air. The action made your tits bounce and your ass rise a little, giving Jungkook a clear view of your body in your black bra and panties, seamless, comfortable, molded so perfectly to your curves that Jungkook’s lower lip popped out of his teeth, wet and glistening as he gawked at you.

“Hyung,” Jungkook swallowed. “I c-couldn’t… not in front of you…”

Yoongi turned his attention from you to the maknae, looking unsurprised as Jungkook continued to focus on your body. The way Yoongi spoke sent hot, arousing shivers down your spine. His words sounded familiar, echoing the text he had sent you that day.

“You’re not allowed to leave until your noona is satisfied.”

I want you to tell me.

Fuck, Min Yoongi really was your perfect man.

Your eyes locked with Jungkook’s. If Yoongi didn’t want this to happen, he wouldn’t have let Jungkook keep the key. He wouldn’t have told Jungkook it was okay to come over. He wouldn’t have stayed if he didn’t want to watch. And Jungkook’s resolve was cracking with his hyung’s words and his noona’s nearly naked body right in front of him.

Jungkook breathed your name, hesitant, needy.

No honorifics.

A slow smirk grew on your lips.

“What’s wrong, Jungkook?” you purred. “Don’t you want my taste in your mouth again?” You saw the younger man’s breathing hitch. “My hands all over you?” Jungkook was taking a step towards you now, his fluffy hair sliding down to shroud his face. Your gaze darted to Yoongi for half a second. He cocked his eyebrows, nodding at you. Telling you it was okay. You looked back to Jungkook’s hungry eyes, chest rising and falling as he approached the bed.

“My pussy squeezing your cock?”

A low groan dripped from Jungkook’s lips at your words. His hands clenched into fists, knuckles white.

“H-hyung.” Jungkook swallowed hard and tore his eyes away from you to Yoongi. “I… I won’t be able to hold back.”

Yoongi leaned back in his chair, settling comfortably. The expression on his face was approval, his dark brown eyes glittering with mischief, pink lips curled into a devious smirk. His tone was a low, mind-numbing drawl, the one he used when he was on top of you, cock-deep and pressing your legs against your chest, whispering dirty words right against your lips.

“Good, because she deserves everything. I want her to be ruined.”

…

You should have been more careful about your crush on Jungkook. Yoongi was definitely going to use it against you now. Ack. What was he so observant for? You wouldn’t have done anything, but now Jungkook was crawling on the bed, breathing hard, looking so delicious and hot that you couldn’t back out now even if you wanted. More hair slid in front of his left eye, covering it, the other single chocolate orb unblinking as he licked his lips slowly.

“Did you miss me, Jungkook?”

He smiled, naughty and apologetic at the same time. “So much, noona.” He stopped right in front of you, eyes roaming your body. “But I wanted to wait until Yoongi-hyung said it was okay.”

“What a good boy,” you praised and Jungkook’s ears turned pink. “When did Yoongi say it was okay?”

Jungkook chewed on his lip, eyes shifting around nervously. “Erm… this morning…”

You raised an eyebrow and looked at Yoongi. The older man chuckled. “I told you Jungkookie missed being dick-deep in his noona.”

“Hyung…” Jungkook whined.

“Bet you jacked off thinking about it after it happened,” you teased.

“Noona…” He pouted at you. You leaned forward, breath against his lips, making him shiver.

“You can tell me,” you murmured. “I want to know.”

You reached up and pushed his long black locks out of his eyes, running your hands through his hair. Oh, so soft and luscious. He smelled so good, clean, fresh, and sensual, different from Yoongi’s pine-scented cologne, but also familiar and inviting. Jungkook lips parted at your closeness, eyes dropping down to your cleavage displayed right in front of him.

“I did,” he whispered, somewhat ashamedly. “You tasted so good.” He moved closer to you. “Smelled so good.” Closer, lips brushing against yours. “Felt so fucking good, wet and tight around my cock.”

Fuck, Jeon Jungkook was the epitome of lust.

You pressed your lips against his, inhaling his scent, tangling your fingers in his hair. He whimpered into your mouth as you kissed him hard, tongue sliding in, teasing him as you flitted it in and out. You heard Yoongi hum, as if to say, finally. Your eyes cracked open, shifting to him and his amused expression.

“Stop holding back,” Yoongi chuckled. “I know you want him more than that.”

Was he really going to heckle you this entire time? You narrowed your eyes, growling into Jungkook’s mouth and grabbing his head, raising yourself up and fucking his lips with your tongue roughly, making Jungkook moan and squirm under you, hands flying up to your waist to grab it and hold on as you sucked on his lower lip, raking it with your teeth before releasing him. Jungkook gasped, pressing his fingertips into your skin.

“Don’t disappoint me,” Yoongi breathed. The arousal within you sparked as Yoongi said your name, coaxing the fire, igniting it. “You better make Jungkook scream.”

“H-hyung?” Jungkook yelped. Yelped because your hands gripped his shirt, pulling it up and over, breaking his grip on you as his head popped out, long hair flaring out as you flung it aside before sliding down to his stomach. His eyes widened as you spread your knees, ass up as your tongue slid over his abs, soft lips working on his flesh.

“A-ah, fuck…”

You drew patterns on his skin as you kissed upwards, nipping lightly, leaving little red marks. Ugh, such a beautiful body, with sculpted muscles and glorious tan skin. Your hands crawled up his sides, digging your nails in, relishing in his cries of pleasure that vibrated through his chest as you reached his pecs.

Holy hell.

Jungkook really must have been working out lately. Your fingers danced up his back, tracing the muscles, licking slowly up his sternum. You heard him inhale sharply and your eyes went up to his face, his hair hanging down, watching you with his mouth open, Adam’s apple bobbing as he breathed.

“You’re so sexy,” he panted.

You slid your head to the side, tongue dragging over his hot skin, breathing over it. He gasped as the tip touched his nipple, teasing it lightly as you raked your nails down his broad back.

The sounds he made had your panties drenched between your thighs.

You kissed your way to the other side, pressing your lips against his nipple, scratching up and down his back, snickering as Jungkook came undone above you, tipping his head back as he moaned. You kissed up his chest, to his trembling neck, pushing his head back down to you so you could kiss him again, deeply, hungrily, growling his name against his mouth. His kiss was like a drug, so addictive and euphoric, making you want him more and more, craving his shaking breath against your lips.

Your palm pressed against the front of his sweatpants, grinning as you felt his hardness throb.

Jungkook started, drawing back from your kiss, lips swollen from your roughness. You held onto him, gripping his cock through the fabric. You arched an eyebrow, smirk growing on your lips, revealing your teeth. He gulped loudly.

“I… I like it when you kiss me,” he mumbled.

“Only like?” you purred, stroking his bulge. He groaned, bucking into your hand.

“N-no,” Jungkook breathed. “I love it.”

You yanked his pants and underwear down together, dropping down, hearing Yoongi’s snicker of amusement as you came face to face with Jungkook’s length. Already so hard, tip glistening with pre-cum, waiting for your mouth. Jungkook made an anxious noise, realizing Yoongi was, indeed, still present as you swallowed his cock, taking it all in your mouth.

Your boyfriend, superstar rapper of BTS, Min Yoongi was watching you blow the golden maknae Jeon Jungkook right on his bed.

The thought made you wetter, tongue wrapping around the head and sucking hard, making Jungkook hump your mouth, gasping your name. It made him slide further down your throat, your tongue rubbing the bottom of his cock.

“Do what you do for me,” Yoongi drawled. “Lick his balls.”

“W-wait, I want to stay in her mouth a little–what the fuck,” Jungkook groaned as his head snapped down, eyes widening as he realized what you were doing. “There’s no fucking way.”

You went all the way down, the head buried in your throat, nose into his crotch, tongue extended as you licked his balls fervently, simultaneously deep-throating him and tonguing his balls. You hummed softly, adding vibrations to the list of sensations. Jungkook seemed lost of words, moaning incoherently as you rutted his cock into your throat, squeezing it. Saliva dripped down, covering his balls and your hand came up to smear it around, cupping and massaging them.

“Oh, fuuuuuuuck,” Jungkook gasped, hardening even more, so stiff his cock bent against the roof of your mouth, barely able to fit. “H-how…?”

“Talent,” Yoongi chuckled, pleased.

You released his wet balls to place your hand on his hips, bobbing your head up and down. Jungkook shuddered, thighs shaking as you began to suck harder, tighter, clamping him in your warm, wet vice, not giving him a chance to catch his breath as you built a furious pace. His balls slapped against your chin, but you ignored it, completely focused on ramming his hips into your face.

“How is your mouth so good? So perfect, fuck, hyung you’re so lucky…”

Yoongi chuckled. “What are you talking about? She’s giving it to you right now.”

Jungkook could only respond with an incomprehensible wail as you reached around, feeling for his large hand and placing it on the back of your head.

“That means fuck her face.” Yoongi spoke for you considering you had Jungkook’s entire thick cock jammed down your throat.

“Are y-you sure?” Jungkook gasped, looking down at you. You raised an eyebrow.

“Do it, Jungkookie,” Yoongi nudged, his deep voice breathless and commanding. “Give her what she wants.”

Jungkook clenched his jaw and rolled his hips into your lips, gasping at the added tightness. Your brows furrowed, now completely focused on keeping your mouth and throat muscles tensed as Jungkook wildly thrusted into your face, hand gripping the back of your head, moaning so loudly that the sound filled the whole room with his lust. His muscles rippled above you, so sexy and beautiful that your whimpered around his cock, digging your nails into his hips as you held on.

Your eyes widened as you heard Yoongi get up, his fingertips touching your ass. A familiar, sexual touch that you had longed for all this time.

“Don’t worry,” Yoongi said softly, stroking your skin as Jungkook continued to shove his cock into your face. “I’ll be careful.”

He was talking about himself, not you. He was the one you were worried about, not you. Not you as your eyes rolled back into your head, Yoongi’s fingers slipping under your panties, sliding into your wet heat, his thumb pressed against your clit. The force of Jungkook’s thrusts made you back up into Yoongi’s hand, fucking his fingers as Jungkook humped your face.

“H-hyung, I’m close…” Jungkook gasped, realizing Yoongi was now next to the bed, casually fingering your pussy as he face-fucked you.

“Go ahead,” Yoongi said calmly. “Cum down her throat.”

Jungkook slowed down a little but Yoongi growled, warning him.

“Come on, Jungkook, do it.”

And then the pace roughened, Jungkook chasing his release in your tight mouth, your jaw aching as Yoongi’s fingers buried into your folds, humming approvingly as your walls clenched around them, dripping down his palm.

“That’s it,” Yoongi breathed. “You finally get what you’ve always wanted.” He leaned down, closer to your ear, both of Jungkook’s hands in your hair to hold you in place as you squeezed the head of his cock with your throat. “And I don’t even have to do anything, since Jungkook is strong enough to do the work for both of us.”

You whined, your climax thundering into you unexpectedly with Yoongi’s deep drawl so close to you, Jungkook’s clean cologne mixed with the scent of sex coming from both you and him. Yoongi grinned as your pussy throbbed around his long fingers, viscous liquid sliding down his wrist. Your entire body shivered, vibrating Jungkook’s cock, and he moaned above you, spurting down your throat with a groan of your name. Oh, yes. So delicious and so much. You swallowed greedily, eyes fluttering closed as pleasure warmed you from your core and your mouth, sucking the drips off the sensitive head.

“Fuck,” Jungkook gasped, knees giving out a little, making your body dip, your hard nipples brushing against the sheets. His hands lowered, gripping your shoulders tightly. You felt Yoongi remove his fingers, licking them off, moaning in satisfaction. Slowly, gingerly, Jungkook pulled back, your lips tightening as he backed off.

“N-noona, please…”

Reluctantly, you let go. Jungkook gulped, eyes flickering to Yoongi, who turned around and went back to his computer chair, sitting back down. He looked up at Jungkook, raising an eyebrow.

“Something wrong?”

“A-ah… well…” Jungkook rubbed the back of his head.

“Does she seem satisfied to you?”

Jungkook looked over to you as you removed your panties, chucking them to Yoongi. He caught them out of the air, smirking as Jungkook’s eyes followed the journey of your panties. He jumped as he heard you open the nightstand drawer, taking out the box of condoms once again and selecting one as if you were at the fucking buffet picking a damn entrée. Jungkook wiggled out of his clothes, kicking them off the bed even as his brain considered uneasily. His body was already deciding for him.

“Uh…”

You grabbed Jungkook by the shoulders and pushed him down on the bed. He was not as dominant as he was when you were alone, but that was probably nerves due to Yoongi’s presence. You noticed out of the corner of your eye that Yoongi sniffed your panties and licked them before placing them on his crotch.

You blinked at him. He gave you an open-mouthed smirk as response.

You swore Yoongi was not this freaky before he met you. He matched your wavelength in his own way and you weren’t sure if that was a good or bad thing. You slid down Jungkook’s abs, eyes still on Yoongi, careful to place your knees so Jungkook’s left thigh was trapped between them.

Then you sat down.

Jungkook gasped at the contact of your dripping wet pussy hitting his muscle. Your grinded into his thigh, looking back at into those big doe eyes as he gawked at you. You tilted your head, reaching back and unhooking your bra. You hand caught the black cups before it fell, hiding your nipples from him.

Jungkook whined as you rubbed your swollen clit against his skin.

You chuckled, gazing down at his swelling cock. “Need you to be hard for me again, Jungkookie, so I can ride you.”

He bit his lip as you continued to rub your juices onto his thigh. He tensed it under you and you hissed appreciatively, flinging your bra aside as you grabbed his cock with one hand, stroking it to full hardness as you abused your clit against his firm thigh, increasing the sensitivity. His eyes darkened from his hair covering his face, slipping to his other, more feral side, the duality so delicious you felt yourself squelch against him.

Jungkook cocked a dark eyebrow, smirk on his lips. “So wet for me. Want my cock that bad?”

You ripped the condom open, tossing the wrapper aside, matching his smirk as you rolled it down his throbbing length.

“Gonna fuck you until you can’t think anymore, Jungkook.”

And then you lifted yourself from his leg and sat down on his cock.

Jungkook gasped sharply, throwing his head back into the pillows as you fitted yourself around his stiff length, not letting him get used to it, not letting yourself get used to it as you began to smack your hips into his, his eyelids fluttering helplessly, moans radiating off the walls.

Yoongi chuckled. “You’re heartless. He’s going to cum in two seconds.”

You grinned, placing your hands above Jungkook’s shoulders and fucking him into the bed, thrusting him into you so hard that Jungkook yelped, sound of skin on skin wetly crashing against firmness, lewd and obscene. Fuck, he felt so good, thick and pulsing against your walls, his breathless whimpers spurring you on as you clenched around him, your pussy pumping his cock.

“Look at you, Jungkook,” you panted, slamming your hips together and making him groan again, clutching fistfuls of pillows. Your breasts bounced with your movements, hypnotizing him. His hair was spread out in black messy curls, framing his chiseled jaw and blown-out pupils, the mole underneath his lower lip trembling as he struggled to hold on to your untamed wildness. “Needed my pussy so bad, hm? Needed noona to take care of you, didn’t you? Bet you begged Yoongi to let you have me again.”

Jungkook’s eyes went wide, jerking his head towards Yoongi as his hyung grinned devilishly.

“And you would be right,” Yoongi purred.

“Hyung!”

You snickered, fucking him harder, faster, giving him a full body roll onto his dick and Jungkook’s head slammed back into the pillows, neck muscles tightening as he belted your name from the top of his lungs, chest shaking as he came. His cock jolted against your walls, pumping the condom full as you massaged his entire length, exhaling his name as you came as well, eyes closing in satisfaction. Your hands slid down to Jungkook’s shoulders, kneading them in your hands.

Even if your heart was Yoongi’s, your body could be equally turned on by both men. It wasn’t that you didn’t love Jungkook, because of course you did.

But Yoongi and you…

You looked over to Yoongi and he nodded, sliding up to the side of the bed with his computer chair.

The way his lyrics felt like your thoughts, the way that he took complex emotions and turned them into simple, elegant phrases, the way he looked at you, knowing you in a way that was more than just love, but also understanding the good and bad, the two sides of the same coin. He was open and honest with you, never letting you feel bad about your nonconformist beliefs, never judging you even if it was abnormal or unorthodox.

Such as sitting on Jeon Jungkook’s dick right now, running your nails over his sculpted chest and making him moan under you as Yoongi smiled. Well, he too was pleased Jungkook was having a good time. He did love the maknae quite a lot. Even sent him a long text telling him (and Kim Taehyung, of course). You, like everyone else, had that on tape, including Kim Seokjin feeding an unsuspecting Yoongi an empty calm shell afterward.

You smiled at the memory.

You leaned over to Yoongi, kissing him softly as he met you in the middle.

“Want to blow you while he’s fucking me,” you murmured into Yoongi’s lips.

Yoongi shook his head, pouting slightly. “Hah, don’t tempt me.”

You squeezed Jungkook’s cock inside you and Jungkook groaned, hardening at the stimulation. “At least a handjob?” you pleaded. “Please, Yoongi.”

Jungkook patted your thigh and you felt him reach down, holding onto the condom. You lifted your hips and he slid out with a gasp, stunned by the sensitivity. Yoongi narrowed his eyes at you, before sighing heavily, rubbing his forehead with his right hand. You grinned as Yoongi reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a spare towel, throwing it at Jungkook so he could clean himself up.

“Okay, okay,” he gave in, getting up from the chair so you could lower his underwear. “My physical therapist is gonna kill me.”

You raised your eyebrows. “You told your physical therapist you have a girlfriend?”

Yoongi frowned. “Of course not. But it was heavily implied not to exert myself outside of physical therapy.”

You slid his boxer briefs down, freeing his incredibly hard cock, definitely ignored all this time. The head was purple red, desperate to be touched.

“A handjob isn’t physical exertion, hyung,” Jungkook mumbled, stroking his cock as he stared at your ass.

Yoongi moved away from you to sit on the bed, smushing all the pillows so he had a small mountain of softness to lay against. “Yes, well,” Yoongi grumbled, spreading his legs for you as you dipped down, ass up in the air for Jungkook. “I can’t control myself around her. Don’t want to take it too far.”

Jungkook sucked on his teeth at the image of your hand wrapping around Yoongi’s cock, stroking it slowly. You moaned softly, leaning against Yoongi’s thigh, feeling the familiar hardness and contours of his veins imprinted into your palm, Yoongi’s shallow breathing as you pumped him.

“Excuse me, you are supposed to be cock-deep in her pussy,” Yoongi barked at Jungkook, who started, fumbling with the box of condoms.

“Uh… are you sure?”

Yoongi narrowed his eyes. “Yes, I’m sure, get your dick in there.”

You turned your head to look at Jungkook inquisitively, shaking your ass at him.

“Please, Jungkook?”

Apparently, that was all the enticing Jungkook needed because he immediately ripped open a condom and shoved it onto his cock before scooting up to you and gripping your hips. Yoongi grinned, patting your head as Jungkook slid into you once again, eyelids fluttering at the sensation.

“See,” Yoongi purred. “Now I don’t have to feel guilty that you’re not getting the good dicking you deserve.”

You smeared his pre-cum down the head and Yoongi moaned, tipping his head back into the headboard.

“Missed your cock, Yoongi,” you breathed, watching his delicate features twist in pleasure as you increased your pace, feeling Jungkook roll his hips into you, going slow and steady so as not to blow his load within seconds.

Yoongi smirked. “I know, but health comes first. Maybe next time I’ll let you get spit-roasted by Jungkook and I.”

You felt Jungkook’s fingertips dig into your hips. “R-really?” he blurted, far too quickly to censor himself.

Yoongi turned his attention from you, cocking an eyebrow.

“I-I mean…” Jungkook sputtered.

“Well,” Yoongi said calmly, smiling. “Guess I promised now, so I suppose it’s going to happen at some point.”

You chuckled. “Which hole do you want?” you teased.

Yoongi growled, closing his eyes, imagining it. “Fuck, I don’t know.” He gasped with Jungkook as you increased in speed on his cock and rammed your hips back into Jungkook’s. “We’d have to do both for me to be satisfied.”

You raised your eyebrows. 

Well. 

“What Yoongi wants, Yoongi gets.”

Yoongi chuckled as Jungkook moaned at the thought, grasping your hips tighter and fucking your harder, his cock hitting you deeply, making your gasp. Yoongi’s eyes cracked open and looked at you, devious and dangerous.

“Jungkook.” Yoongi called for the maknae’s attention. “Spank her.”

Your eyes widened and you cried out as Jungkook’s large palm smacked your ass, making your pussy clench around his cock. Your free hand came up and slammed against the headboard, not wanting to unnecessarily grip Yoongi’s arm even if it was his right. Yoongi eyes darkened with lust, smirk growing as you gripped his cock harder, jacking him off roughly.

“I love your fingers wrapped around my cock,” Yoongi breathed against your lips. “More, Jungkook.”

You felt the stinging pain radiate up your ass, the sound echoing off the walls as Jungkook growled, thrusting violently with repeated, wet squelches, your cum dripping down his thighs and yours, getting wetter and wetter as he slapped your ass and made your pussy throb around his cock. He was stronger than Yoongi and his slaps were a little inexperienced, but it felt good all the same, good because you could feel Yoongi getting hotter and harder in your hands, thighs tensing as he neared his release, Jungkook rambling behind you.

“F-fuck, you feel so good,” Jungkook snarled. “Such a fucking good pussy, so fucking tight and wet. Can’t help but want you, can’t help but think about fucking you, fuck.”

Yoongi shifted his gaze to your ass bouncing as Jungkook fucked and spanked it, turning it a red. Your nails curled into the headboard, barely taking tight gasps as your orgasm neared, threatening you.

“Close,” he breathed. “Fuck, you look so good being abused by Jungkook’s cock.”

You chewed on your lip, determined to get Yoongi off before yourself, clenching your jaw. You felt Yoongi hiss, pressing his head against the headboard, eyes shifting to lock with yours. Your name slid out of his lips in a euphoric exhale, his control slipping as he groaned, cock jerking into your hand. You gasped as he came.

Holy fuck.

Yoongi hadn’t cum in so long that the force of his orgasm splattered up your chest, painting your tits with thick white strings and staining you with his scent. You pussy clenched and suddenly you felt your own orgasm crash down, no longer inhibited due to your surprise, sending shocks of pleasure through your body as your pussy spasmed around Jungkook’s cock, choking the oversensitive head. Jungkook came with a sharp yelp of your name, burying his nails and fingertips into your hips, bruising you for sure, but all three of you were trapped in the chain reaction of orgasm that it became a mix of different pornographic sounds of release booming against the apartment walls.

Once again, soundproofing was really saving your asses here because all three of you seemed to forget that none of this should be happening.

The ecstasy slowly, slowly trickled away. Jungkook’s hands loosened their grip on you, his body sliding down and leaning against your back. He was panting hard, his sweat sticking to your skin, heart thudding in time with yours. Yoongi finally opened his dark eyes, staring down at your cum-covered breasts with a dry chuckle.

“Whoops.”

You pressed your forehead against the cool headboard, your tits hitting his upper arm. Yoongi clicked his tongue as his own cum dripped on his shirt.

“Serves you right,” you muttered.

“My dick is passing out,” Jungkook whined.

Yoongi shrugged. “Isn’t today your off day anyway?”

Jungkook squeezed you tightly, hope rising in his voice. “Y-yeah.”

Yoongi hummed. “The others might find out.”

Jungkook sucked in his cheek. “Who cares?” he chirped defiantly.

You felt Yoongi let out a raspy laugh.

“Ah, they’re going to be so jealous of you, Jungkookie.”

-

part iii “You’re not allowed to say such things.”

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Hi, 🖐 I was wondering if I may request a fic or head cannon, which ever you prefer, of some somnophilia Shigaraki. He drugs reader cause he has it bad for her and he thinks that's the only way he can have her. Then he's "enjoying" her sleeping form and she wakes up and she's into him, maybe she even says something like took you long enough. Please. I really enjoy your writing, the period sex is just...🥴

Reader came out a little more yandere-ish than I usually go for but that’s life ig

Also feel free to request more period sex I literally cannot get enough of shiggy being gross and tryna make his poor lil gf uncomfortable <3

| NSFW, somno & drugging (obviously), a teensy slight bit of angst but it’s all happy in the end

You’d liked him since you first spoke to him. You’d come with Himiko to join the league, being friends with her long enough you more or less let her drag you around on a daily basis. You’d asked her to just turn back, you wouldn’t be an asset even if you did agree with what they were trying to do, but she said there had to be something you could do to help and tugged you into the bar. He’d asked for your name and said you were useless to the cause but you still felt blood rising to your cheeks whenever he set those piercing red eyes on you.

When you’d been accepted on the condition you’d help and do whatever he told you, you’d kept to yourself, only interacting with your friend and occasionally Magne. Your quirk wasn’t really suited to combat but you helped around the hideout, working on preparations and anything that needed to be done in public since no one knew your face. You did whatever Shigaraki told you to, agreeing before he was done speaking and scurrying off before he could tell how flustered he made you.

Over the next several months you actually got to talk to him more and before you knew it you were head over heels for him. You liked his ideas, the way he articulated them, even the fucking hands all over his body made hearts shine in your eyes and wetness pool between your legs. Then weird stuff started happening.

You’d wake up feeling hungover despite not drinking, seemingly having intense wet dreams that somehow left your throat raw and stains covering your sheets every night. You nearly thought you’d pissed yourself there was so much of it. After the first week you got suspicious, but ultimately chalked it up to stress, despite how little sense that made.

Shigaraki didn’t know how to process his feelings. When Himiko had shoved you in front of him he’d had to be aloof, mean even, to stop himself from coming across like some loser with a huge crush. He couldn’t even talk to you at first, but every time you came around you didn’t act scared of him, just nervous. And then you started talking to him and he just liked you more.

He swears it was an accident the first time. You’d had too much to drink one of your first nights at the hideout and he helped you to bed. When you were sprawled out, disheveled on your bed he couldn’t stop himself. He was just going to kiss you once and leave, but you were so soft, and the light sigh that passed your lips made him come back for more. That night he’d held and kissed you for hours, but left before he went too far.

The second time it happened, it wasn’t an accident. He craved the warmth from your skin and the sweet taste of your lips, so he drugged you; watched you sip your one and only drink of the night and swept you off to bed like a kind leader. And at first he was content just to kiss you and lie beside you.

After a month, he snapped. The feel of your skin was too much temptation, so he slipped you an extra strong dose and got off from shoving his dick down your throat while you slept. The next morning he couldn’t look at you and left the second you mentioned a sore throat and started coughing. Since then he couldn’t stop; he jerked off over your face, rubbed his shaft against your skin, and used you in every way he could think of without fully violating you.

Tonight he’d decided he couldn’t stop himself and it would be better to indulge himself if it was inevitable anyway; it wasn’t like you’d ever have to know.

You sat beside him, nursing the drink he’d drugged for several hours while you chatted. You only got one third of the way through before your words became a little slurred, and unlike normal when you’d just down the rest and go to bed, you left it unfinished. He panicked slightly for a moment until he noticed you still seemed tired enough that he could do what he wanted, then he helped you to bed. He felt bad; you clearly trusted him, but he couldn’t stop himself. He’d waited long enough.

When he was sure you were out, he started stripping you, letting his eyes soak up all the naked flesh he’d let you keep secret until now. He’d even bought gloves that covered his last two fingers just for this; pulling them on had him salivating with anticipation.

He crawled over your limp body, gently grazing his fingers along your soft skin. His lips pressed against your forehead, then down your face and jaw until he latched onto your neck, intending to leave just a few hickeys where you weren’t likely to see. As a reward for how patient he’d been. You moaned softly, making him pull away with a pop, worried you were waking. You didn’t stir, though, and he continued.

He spread your legs, sucking drool back into his mouth at the sight of your slightly damp folds right in front of him. Tentatively, he pressed a kiss to your clit, watching your face for any sign of you waking. He quickly lost himself as he delved in, lapping up your fluids like your cunt was the last thing he’d ever taste. Your lashes fluttered, a combination of tolerance to the drug he’d been using and the decreased amount making you more aware much sooner.

“Shigaraki?” you called sleepily, having dreamed he was there before you opened your eyes. He froze, tongue still pressed against you, and looked up just as you saw him. Your face burned, eyes going wide at the sight of your boss dining between your legs. He leaned back, licking and wiping your juices off his face as he blushed and stared at the floor.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, voice barely above a whisper. You shook your head, still in shock but wanting to reassure him more than anything.

“I-I like you!” you blurted out, sitting up and covering yourself with your blanket. You sat in silence, waiting on him to respond, neither of you looking at each other.

“...You do?” he asked after a long pause. You nodded, premature tears stinging your eyes at the rejection you anticipated. The position he’d been in made you think he just wanted to defile you and leave, uninterested in your actual affection. He dropped to his knees before the bed, eyes just as wide as yours and the hint of a smile hovering on his lips.

You inched closer, both unsure as you approached each other mutually for the first time. His face finally hovered in front of yours, just as you’d been dreaming of for months. Your hands gently held his face as you closed the distance, and you felt his breath hitch when your lips finally met. The texture was rough, but his lips were pleasant and his kiss felt better than you’d imagined.

The fact he hadn’t said anything seemed to confirm your suspicion; that he wouldn’t want anything beyond sneaking around with you in the night. You pushed the thought away, intent on savoring him, even if you had to lie to yourself about what would happen when he was done with you. For now, you could pretend he loved you.

He gave your blanket a small tug, and you let him pull it off, leaving you naked as he crawled onto the bed. You were coaxed onto your back as he hovered over you, never breaking the kiss. The hands you’d been staring at for months caressed your skin, his fingers finding their way to your clit and rolling it gently. You gasped into his mouth and he rewarded you with his tongue, letting it play with yours as you ran your hands through his hair.

At a speed you didn’t know he was capable, he undressed himself, eagerly pressing his body back to yours the second it was bare. You wrapped your legs around his waist, clinging tightly to him as he rubbed his shaft along your slit, gathering slick onto his skin. He kissed you again, sighing softly into your mouth when you deepened it on your own. Your tongue shyly intruded into his mouth, just enough to coax his into tangling with it.

His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, one moment groping at your breasts and the next squeezing your hips hard enough to bruise. You gingerly gave him the same treatment, brushing your fingers along his torso where his ribs prominently stuck out against his pale skin and his stomach, rigid with lean muscle that trailed down into a wild mess of white pubic hair. When you touched his cock he stiffened, pulling away to look down at you with a slightly hazy expression.

“You really want to?” he asked softly, eyes wide as they searched yours. You nodded, kissing the corner of his mouth lightly.

“I’ve wanted you for a long time,” you admitted, trembling slightly as his fingers curled under your chin to tilt you into another kiss.

He pressed in, already well lubricated, and buried himself completely in your warmth. He groaned against your lips, both of you panting. As he started to thrust, he gripped your clit in his fingers just a little too roughly, toying with it and reveling in the sounds he could draw from you. Your whimpers were slightly muffled against his mouth, however if anyone got too close to the paper-thin wall of your room they’d easily hear.

You’d been close already when you woke up, and his rough treatment quickly pushed you over the edge and you creamed around him. He groaned loudly at the feeling of your walls contracting, hammering into you faster as he got closer to his peak. The overstimulation made you squirm, still holding him close despite his abuse to your clit as well as all the sensitive places inside.

His cum was warm, shooting out in thick streams against your cervix as he buried himself deep. He thrusted shallowly through his orgasm and went slightly soft inside. The fingers clutching your puffy nub slowed to a stop along with his movements, and you relaxed. Then, you felt him harden again.

It had been too much before, but the feeling of him fucking his load into you and the obscene squelching sounds had you nearly sobbing. You held him tightly, trying to muffle the sounds in his neck as he ravaged you a second time, resuming his ministrations to your clit. He went faster than before, pounding you into the old mattress of your bed and making it squeak loudly. You didn’t have the mental capacity to care anymore.

The orgasm he forced from you made you see stars, your eyes rolled back into your head and you moaned loudly against his skin. This time he followed almost immediately, groaning as he snapped his hips harshly against yours. His cum leaked out around him, pooling under you and creating a sticky mess on your thighs and the sheets.

He rested atop your body, shaking slightly as he panted and came down from his high. Your stomach sank when he moved, no doubt to leave since he’d gotten what he came for. He pulled out with a soft hiss, surveying the mess he’d left with satisfaction.

You were shocked when he flopped over beside you and slung an arm over your stomach, contently nuzzling into your neck and leaving several soft kisses there as he started to drift off. You tentatively pressed your lips to his sweaty forehead and nearly cried when you saw a small smile grace his features in response. Heavy-lidded red eyes met yours, his usually tense face wearing an expression you couldn’t quite read.

“You’ll be my girlfriend, right?” He kissed your cheek, clearly expecting a yes. You stared at him with wide eyes, nodding frantically when you found you couldn’t speak. He sighed happily and closed his eyes, pulling you a little closer. His serene expression made your own eyelids droop, and soon you were unconscious, too, elated and secure in the knowledge that he’d be there when you woke up.

[alpacaparkaseok]

Pairing: doctor!Jungkook x reader (ok, technically clinical technician!Jungkook lol)

Wordcount: 1.6k

Genre/Rating: Fluff! strangers to friends to a lil’ more 👀👀

Tags/Warnings: mentions blood just for a moment (when talking about JK’s work). shouldn’t be anything too crazy, Jungkook is just your annoying new neighbor that sings abnoxiously loud in the shower. oh, and did I mention that the two of you share a wall? 

a/n: You wonderful, beautiful people! This post is a commission for the ARMY for AAPI Justice and Advocacy Event. Please click here to find more resources and consider donating to the cause! And THANK YOU @ezralia-writes for commissioning this! *insert round of applause and flowers* I hope you enjoy!

April 23rd

You should’ve known it was too good to be true.

You’d been living in utter bliss for the past six months, having moved across the city to a relatively quiet part of town. You had a neighbor; you were sure of it. Had seen their car in the parking lot too many times to not have one.

It’s just, you never heard them. Let alone saw them.

Which was completely fine. The loud, obnoxious lifestyle people usually adopted in a city as bustling as Seoul had never suited you anyway. For six months, you basked in the glorious silence from your next door neighbor. The only signal that you ever got that they were even there was the occasional time you’d both be showering at the same time. Your bathrooms shared a wall, which you tried to ignore. Thankfully, your neighbor seemed to ignore it as well.

So why is there a man suddenly belting out I Will Always Love You as though performing a one-man tribute to Whitney Houston?

The sound of his booming voice nearly knocked you off your feet as you made quick work of shaving your legs. Surely he must have heard your shower running! Can’t a woman get some peace and quiet on a Friday morning?! There’s nothing to celebrate yet!

You even make a point of clearing your throat loud enough to be heard on the other side of the wall, but he doesn’t falter in his loud, albeit dazzling, rendition of the song. He pauses for a second, giving you just enough time to let out a sigh of relief and begin on your other leg.

Leg soapy and ready to be shaved, you make it halfway through one swipe before the singing starts up again.

He only paused to switch songs. Whitney Houston tribute over, he begins a passionate ode to Adele’s greatest hits.

“What did I do to deserve this?” You sigh, resolving to finish up before the song is over and you’re subjected to another.

May 1st

           It begins innocently enough. After a week of subjecting you to his siren-like voice, there’s a knock on your door. Of course, you assume it’s the food you’d ordered, so you just finish throwing your sweatshirt on before wrenching the door open.

           “Hey,” you look up to tell the deliverer that you just need to grab your wallet, but your mouth runs dry at the sight before you.

           Grinning with a friendly smile that might be a bit of overkill, a boy – nah, a whole man if we’re being honest here – gives you a sheepish wave. His long brown hair is falling into his eyes, which he meticulously brushes off to the side.

           “Hey! You must be my neighbor!” When you keep staring at him with what you hope is a look of neutrality, he flushes a deep red. “I- er, I mean, obviously. That was kind of dumb of me…”

           “You’re not the food guy?” It’s the only you can think to say, willing your eyes to focus in on his face and not the way his sweatshirt and sweats look on him. “Uh…I mean, yeah. Neighbors.”

           The man before you lets out an adorable chuckle at your silly comment. “Oh, good. I’m not the only awkward one here.”

           “Woah! I’m not awkward! I’m just hungry!” You cry out, making him only laugh harder.

           “I’m Jungkook, by the way,” he says, nose crinkling as you look at him with wide eyes. So this is what was on the other side of the wall, belting out Mariah Carey this morning. “I just moved in last week, and realized that I haven’t even come over to say hello. You know, like a friendly neighbor should.”

           “Hey, Jungkook.” You look around, wondering if there’s anyone else outside witnessing this incredibly awkward first meeting. “I, uh, well…I’m me.”

           He snorts. “Yeah, I know. I’m assuming your name is the one on the mailbox? Next to mine?”

           We have mailboxes??

           “Oh, ha! Yeah, that’d be it.” You shuffle back and forth on your feet, unsure of what to say next. “Well, I thought you were the delivery service-“

           “I just delivered food, too!” Jungkook says with a grin. He runs his hands up and down his arms even though it’s not cold outside. “I was thinking that…you know, we could eat together? I actually ended up ordering extra, but it looks like that wasn’t necessary.”

           You grin, settling against your doorframe. “Ah, so you’re here to woo me with takeout? You should’ve just said so.”

           It looks like Jungkook’s considering moving again. He swallows thickly, eyes flitting over to you before staring down at your floor. “Actually…I heard you watching TV…were you watching Wanda Vision?” When you nod, he sucks in a breath. “It’s just, I haven’t bought a TV yet, and-“

          “Oh, tough luck. Good luck with that.” You burst out into a fit of giggles at the tentative look in his eyes. Silently forgiving him for all those mornings that doubled as musicals over the past week, you wing the door open a little wider and gesture for him to come inside. “Come in, I need someone to bounce theories off anyways.”

           That’s all it takes before Jungkook is bounding inside, settling down on your couch with an air of comfortability that seems so at odds with his shy nature. Then again, everything about him seems to contradict his shy smile.

           You like it.

June 2nd

What originally started as a simple friendship; Jungkook brought food and you let him have the remote; quickly turned into constant interaction. You learned that he had a roommate that was hardly ever home named Taehyung. He has a brother that he visits every other month. He works as clinical technician, but he’s known more for his beautiful voice more than his title as doctor.

Apparently he was known in the lab for singing little lullabies to the glass flasks containing different samples of blood and other fluids, even occasionally chatting with them as though they were avidly listening.

The more you learned, the more you really wished your old neighbor never moved out in the first place. Especially as you slipped on some shoes to take out the trash one night only to run face first into a familiar chest.

“Jungkook,” you groan, rubbing your nose and peeking up at the boy-like grin he wears. “What was that for?“

You step around him, closing the door to your apartment and heading down the stairs to where the dumpsters were located. “My bad. I was just about to knock.”

He matches your stride, hair whipping about in the wind. You realize that he’s wearing his lab coat, making you furrow your brows. “Aren’t you supposed to leave that at the lab?” You ask, pointing to the white coat.

Jungkook pouts, looking down at his coat as though just remembering that he was still wearing it. “Oh, well I have to wash it, you know. I brought it home with me today.”

“Ok…but why are you still wearing it?” You give him a half-smile as he reaches to open the lid to the dumpster, allow you to throw your trash inside.

Jungkook blinks, as though this latest question completely threw him for a loop. “Uh…I thought it might help.”

“With what?”

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “You think doctors are sexy, don’t you?”

           “What?!” You choke out quite literally, beginning to cough. “Who- I never said that!”

           Jungkook grins maliciously. “Yeah, but I heard you watching Grey’s Anatomy the other day. And it was on your recently watched.”

           You begin to walk away, waving him off. “That doesn’t mean anything, Jungkook. So what? It’s just a show.”

           Running ahead of you, Jungkook bounds up the first few steps before turning around to face you again, effectively cutting off your escape route. “Be honest. You don’t find them the least bit sexy? This coat does nothing for you?” He runs his hands down the lapels for emphasis.

           You attempt to push past him. “What is even happening today?” Jungkook stops you in your tracks, hands on your upper arms and trapping you against the railing.

           “I thought I might as well give myself a chance,” he mumbles, head tilted to one side as he takes in the way you’re staring up at him with utter confusion. “Don’t you wanna go out with a doctor?”

           You blink slowly. “You…you’re setting me up with a doc-“

           “Yah!” Jungkook groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “How many way do I have to say it? I want you to be the Wanda to my Vision!”            “Jungkook, we’ve talked about this…” you sigh, hiding your laugh at his impatience. “They have a toxic relationship, why would I want that?”

           “Don’t make me do this!” Jungkook whines, cheeks turning pink. “Just tell me yes or no!”

           “To what?” You ask, feigning ignorance. “I don’t even know what you’re asking.”

           “Nooo, you do,” Jungkook presses in closer as though that’ll help you understand. “I want you and I to…to…you know, I think we’d be good together.”

           You frown. “Aren’t we together right now?”

           “I swear-“ Jungkook takes a step back, sighing up at the sky. You snap your fingers, having a sudden epiphany.

           “Oh, you mean together like we start singing duets in the morning through the wall?”

           He blinks before bursting out into a fit of laughter. “I…yeah! Exactly!”

           “No. But I will let you take me out on a date.” You give him a long look. “I’ve never been kissed by a doctor before, you know.”

           Jungkook turns an impressive shade of red. “O-oh. You haven’t?”

           “Nope,” you pop the ‘p’. Turning to head up the stairs, you leave him in his shock. “Wonder what it’s like.”

           Taking off in a run, you only get about a two second head start before Jungkook overtakes you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in close, wide eyes eating up every inch of your skin.

           Tilting your chin up, he breathes out, “Well, why don’t we change that?”

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[wndrcarol]

daddy’s favorite | ceo!c.d. | part 4

prev. parts — one | two | three

summary: working for your fathers company has its perks. But one of those perks is being able to gain connections.

a/n: the long awaited part four! no, no smut (yet ;) ) buT here’s some more filler and a lil surprise at the end lmaO. I hope you guys enjoy and sorry for any typos! x

au: CEO

pairings: Carol Danvers x F!Reader (Stark!R)

other characters in chap.: Sam Wilson, Tony Stark

warnings: some teasing ahem 👀 but nothing too serious

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You genuinely didn’t know what was going on now. It had been a couple days since .. that happened and you just left confused on what the next move was from either you or Carol.

The following days from that night, you had been in contact with her as she would call you about contracts and what to ask your father for clarification but that would be all. You usually would be short with her on the phone and she immediately took the hint that something was wrong.

It didn’t feel good to know that something went sideways that night. Carol kept thinking back and wondering if she had been too bold but for some reason she couldn’t help it. But of course, maybe she shouldn’t have pushed it onto you.

Your father had planned for a meeting to happen between his board and Carols which meant you’d have to see her and it only put a bit of pressure on you.

Dialing the phone in your office, it rang twice before the line was picked up. “IT Department” Sam said as a small smile grew on your face.

“Hey nerd, I was just checking to see if the screens working in the conference room since it was having trouble earlier” you said as you heard him chuckle on the other end.

“You should be lucky that I like you enough that I let the name ‘nerd’ pass” he said as you felt your face heat up a bit. “The screen should be good to go. Let me know if it freezes or anything, I’ll be up there quick” he finished as you nodded.

“You got it” you smiled as you hung up the phone.

Letting out a breath, you walked over to the conference room, walking in and taking a seat next to your father as you waited for Carol and her team to walk in.

“Everything alright?” Your dad asked, turning towards you as you looked at him, smiling and nodded.

“Yeah, all good” you said as he looked at you a bit longer, seeing right through your lie but not wanting to push you. Giving you a soft smile he patted your hand lightly before hearing the door open.

Looking up, you see Carol smiling as he team walked in before her eyes met yours. You stayed looking at each other before looking down at your notepad, fidgeting with the pen ontop of it as your father stood up to shake her hand.

“Carol. It’s good to see you” Tony said, as she smiled and shook his hand before letting go.

“You as well. Glad to be here” she said as she quickly looked over at you and felt that small guilt rise up in her again. Looking away, she smiled at everyone before taking a seat nearest to her that was empty.

“So” you father said as everyone else sat down and opened their folders with the presentation slides. “Let’s get started” he smiled at Carol as she nodded, opening her file and standing up. Her slideshow popped up on the big screen as she began to go over the percentages and recent benefits that the companies have had.

The whole meeting seemed to drag along. You couldn’t bring yourself to look up the presentation at the fault of meeting eyes with Carol. You took notes every once in a while as you thought about approaching her to clear the air. Part of you missed her flirty and cocky nature but the other part of you knew that confrontation was going to have to happen if you wanted that energy back.

“Uh” You heard Carol pause as she kept trying to click the remote to change the slide but it stayed stuck as you looked up and saw the screen freeze and glitch a bit.

“It’s been freezing up all morning” you said, standing up insitinctly and went up to Carol, motioning for the remote in her hand. Pausing, she looked at you a hit stunned as you were stunned at your quick actions before you registered what you were doing.

Putting your hand down, you chuckled before putting your hand out again. “May I?” You asked as Carol placed the remote in your hand softly, still staring at you. You broke eye contact as you felt everyone’s eyes on you and began fiddling with the remote, eventually getting the screen to turn off from its glitched state.

“I’ll have IT look at this. In the meantime, the slides are on the file” you father said, looking at you before looking around the table then to Carol. He found that interaction a bit weird and his fatherly instincts had heightened a bit, feeling like something was happening but ultimately brushed it off.

“Yes” Carol started, clearing her throat before facing the people around the table with a smile. “It’s all on the folders. I was meant to show the last slide but I guess the screen doesn’t like good news” she chuckled as everyone else began to chuckle a bit.

“That’s good to hear! I guess the meeting is done. Thank you all for coming” you father smiled as everyone began to pack up.

You stepped aside and pulled out your phone, sending Sam a quick text about the screen freezing up, just as he predicted, you quickly revived a response.

Sam: alright, the nerd will check on it for you ;)

Smiling down at your phone, you quickly composed yourself and cleared your throat as you looked up and saw Carol’s eyes on you while she was talking to someone you didn’t recognize. Pulling her eyes away, she smiled at the man infront of her and shook his hand before packing up her bag on the desk.

Clearing your throat, you felt as though this was your opputunity. Time to clear the air between you both. Grabbing your things from where you sat at the table, you walked over to Carol, tapping her on the shoulder and catching her attention quickly.

“Ms. Danvers, can I speak to you privately about something?” You asked which caught the attention of your father as well from behind you as he was in conversation with his colleague.

Taken aback, Carol nodded her head slowly before fully comprehending what was happening.

“Uh, y-yeah sure” she said as you smiled before following you out the conference room and over to your office. Tony watched you both and couldn’t help the feeling that feeling come back to him. He pushed it to the back of his mind as he went back to the conversation, smiling but his mind began to race a bit.

Walking over to your office, you let out a nervous sigh as you walked in, motioning for Carol to take a seat to which she shook her head as you sat down behind your desk.

“I’m alright, thank you” Carol smiled at you before looking down at the floor. Right when she began speaking, you began at the same time before your both laughed.

“Please” Carol said, feeling her hands get a bit sweaty from how nervous she was.

“Thank you. I um-“ you started, pausing before leaning your arms up against your desk. “I want to talk about the other night. Carol, I-“ you started but Carol shook her head and cut you off.

“I want to apologize for that. I don’t know what came over me. I just want to say I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable in anyway from my actions and-“ she continued on as it was your turn to shake you head

“No it’s just-“ you started, cutting her off and sighing while looking away “It took me a bit by surprise” you chuckled as Carol nodded lightly before walking over to the desk and taking your hand in hers and giving it a slight squeeze.

Looking up at her, she was looking at your hands before looking back at you. “To say I’m not attracted to you would be a lie” she started, smiling at you as you chuckled.

“But, I won’t do anything in that matter anymore if you don’t want me to. I’m sorry if I over stepped anything” she said, squeezing your hand lightly as you smiled at her, placing your other hand ontop of hers just staring at her.

“Thank you” you said, rubbing your thumb lightly against the back of her hand. It felt nice having her hand in yours. As cliche as it sounds, it felt as though it fit perfectly and it only made your stomach feel light butterflies.

“I too can say that you are very attractive” you chuckled as Carol let out a soft laugh before you stood up, letting go of her hand. Carol frowned a bit from the loss of touch, she felt happy on the inside just holding your hand.

“And if you let me” you said, grabbing her hand again and pulling it to her side as you stepped close to her. Carol’s breathing hitched as she watched her movements. She could feel your breath lightly fanning her face as a smirk grew on your face. Her body pressed against your desk, the complete opposite of how it was the other night.

“I want to show you an apologize for keeping you on your toes for so long” you said, leaning in before placing a small kiss against her jawline. Your free hand moved to grip her hip and she couldn’t help the small moan that came out of her. Closing her eyes, she relaxed her body as you continued to let kisses down her neck before pulling back to look at her.

“What do you think of that?” You smirked as she opened her eyes to look at you, a small smile growing on her lips. You started to lean in to press your lips against hers but you were interrupted by the door opening.

“Hey, (Y/N) I just came to tell you-“ Sam paused as he saw the scene infront of him as his eyes grew wide. “Holy shit”

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Hiyaaa! I JUST READ MY REQUEST AND I'M IN LOOOOVEEEE💓💓🤧

SO HAPPY THAT YOU WROTE THIS BUT ALSO PLASE DON'T STRESS YOURSELF SO MUCH!

I'm a happy lil' girl rn so Can I also request a Sebastian one of the same request or maybe a second part like she starts to fix Ciel's mistakes and interacts with him and Elizabeth?( like Pluto's death or some other things? Also she teases Ciel and annoys him and Sebastian and her bond over their shared love for felines?)

I'd be delightful if you did that and again thank u so much! Take care hun muaaah

Omggg! Thank you so much for your sweet words, hun!!❤️❤️❤️ That means so much to me!

I did the Sebastian x Reader now~ I tried to pit more Ciel and Elizabeth in it and make it more fluffier but I think it isn‘t so good ;-; I also thought about making a second part, but I think Ciel had made too many mistaked maybe in his life to fix them and if reader changed them, maybe she would change her entire future too! And omg... I have a few ideas for a serie.... not good... No one would wanted to read my stuff anyway (　ﾟдﾟ)

No! I have to thank you for requesting it to me!~

Gender: I wanted to write it gender-neutral but it I wrote sometimes she/her in it.... Sorry! 

warnings: fluff? does that count?

words: 2106

Requests: Open

Other Version: Finnian

Everybody, please stay safe, take good care at you and the people around you!~

🗡  “Come on! Go and get that, stupid witch!” You yelled over to your group of colleagues and friends. You all runed as fast as possible to hunt down a strong witch, who wanted to kill the Queen of England and as a good-hearted and well paid Phantomhive, you tried to help her. Unfortunately for you, the emphasis was on the word tried, because the witch was too fast.

🗡  “Sooo…. When is going to be our wedding?” You heard a too familiar voice asking you by your side. “This is no the time to joke around, Elijah! We need to hurry!”

🗡 Thanks to the gods above, you surrendered the witch. But she started to laugh like a frickin’ maniac! “Ohh, you know why I did so many things? Hahaha… I did it for a reason! So many people did so many mistakes and nobody ever tried to help them out or to fix their big problems … So… Why don’t you be a dear and fix the mistakes your beloved ancestors did!”

🗡 Suddenly a light dazzled you and when you opened your (e/c) eyes. No! The witch can’t escape her again! So you did the only intelligent thing and killed her.

🗡 But that damn light came again and out of the sudden your group was gone…

🗡  “Wow… That was strange.” But not Elijah. Your cousin. He stood up and walked to your direction, looking over your body to see, if you have any bruises or wounds. At least one of your group members were there.

🗡  “Yes, indeed. But not as weird as this place here.” You said and looked around you. The surroundings looked like London, the city you used to live in, but everything was so… old? What’s up with the furniture and this crappy paintings? You were to 100% sure that you were in your home. The Phantomhive Manor. But everything was so… weird!!

🗡 Before you could have asked your cousin about his little wound the witch inflicted him with, knives were thrown into your direction!

🗡 Fortunately, you were a skilled fighter. You could practically use every weapon if you wanted to! So you used your great skills and blocked the attacks of some strangers.

🗡 Some of them shot at you, some threw knives but then… You saw something weird. A tree!?

🗡 Elijah pushed you away in time, but only got stretched but a branch of it.

🗡 How in the world, could somebody throw trees around!? That was not possible for any human being!

🗡 Now, when you two were on the ground, you heard footsteps.

🗡  “Who are you?” - “Uhh… If I’m not wrong, people usually introduced themselves before they asked others.” – “You are inside my home. I’m pretty sure, that you know who I am, assassin.”

🗡 Assassin? That was new…

🗡  “What the hell? Hey, kiddo. This place belongs to (y/n)! Afterall this is her home for she is a Phantomhive!”

🗡  “Phantomhive?” The young blue-haired boy raised his eyebrow and did not believed any word Elijah had said.

🗡 So, it was your turn to explain your situation. Who you are, why you are here and so on and on. But the young boy still didn’t believe a word. His household even looked at you in confusion. Until you showed them your ring. The ring of the Phantomhives.

🗡 His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw it and immediately glanced to his finger. It was the same one! How could it be possible? A young woman with blueish hair, the same ring as his and not to forget a similar past… Is she mayhaps from another world? But no. You retold him everything again.

🗡 When your eyes glanced around, you saw very familiar red eyes. The red eyes of a demon. Sebastian Michaelis. “Ohhh my gosh. Are you kidding me, Sebastian!? Did you really… REALLY attacked ME!? What the hell! I thought that you wouldn’t do such a thing except if we had our training sessions, but this is just…. Oh god, I am really mad right now. And what the hell is wrong with your clothes?” Sigh. “Dude… you didn’t even bother changing yourself? Unbelievable.”

🗡 Everybody was just very confused…. Even Elijah.

🗡 And who knows. Maybe you were unfortunate or maybe not, but you were stuck in the past. At first you though it was your bad luck, but now… Maybe it wasn’t so bad. Afterall… he was here. With you.

 😈 “Lady (y/n), there you are.” Said a smiling demon behind you, while you trained in the garden a little bit. The only thing that some might hear, when you are nearby, is the wind and the sword you held tightly in your hand, cutting every leaf that tried to land on the ground.

“Demon. What do you need?” You asked, still focused on your training rather of the one you had a pact with. He might sound and looked like the demon you knew, but he for sure is not the one you’ve met. He was kind of a younger version. One which never had met you. One that has to get to know you better again. It was weird, but you have to live with it until the day will come and you will be back in your time.

Just a few days and maybe you will fix the mistakes Ciel’s have done. Even though you don’t know which mistakes he has done. But even then, you will stay on his side, whenever he needs your help so you can finally be back. Back with him. The only person who knows you best…

😈 “What are you thinking about again, my lady?” He asked you, like on every other day since you have been arrived here. “About me! Who else~” Elijah said, as he approached you two, sword in hand and ready to train with you.

Sighing, you ignored them and continued.

😈 It was like back then. Elijah never stopped to be by your side, while you tried to drink you tea, shaking your cousin off of you and Sebastian smiling at you two.

😈 But now… Now it was slightly different. He wasn’t always there like your shadow. He was now by your ancestor’s side and serving him. Were you…. Jealous? No. That couldn’t be possible. You tried to shake off those strange feelings you had, but your mind always seem to wonder of to the attractive butler and demon.

😈 “Cieeeeeeel!!~ Ohhh, I missed you sooooo much!” You heard a high-pitched voice and fast footsteps rushing through the building in search of the young head of the phantomhive household.

What happened right now? It was like seeing a pink something running around. Weird.

😈 But this pink-something was actually the fiancée of Ciel. Her name was Elizabeth Midford.

😈 Unfortunate for Ciel and for you, Elizabeth and your cousin Elijah were very alike. Both loved the same things and both were nearly overprotective over you two. It was horrible. Ciel just wanted to work in silence, while you read plenty of books in hope that you might find another way to break this curse or spell or whatever this stupid witch put on you! Just be far away from this crappy place and be back… Back to the people you love and back to great technology like computers and smartphones! The internet… The Fanfictions you’ve read in secret…. All these things you loved so much were gone now….

😈 “(y/n)! That was so funny! You have to hear Lizzie’s story! It is hilarious!” – “Ohhh, El! I laughed so much thanks to your great jokes. You can be happy to have such a great fiancée, (y/n)!” Rolling your eyes didn’t help to stop them…

😈 “My lady. I think I might have found what you were looking for.” Said the one and only demon behind you, as you turned around to see a smiling Sebastian. “Mh?”

Following him, you ignored the two blondes and a deadpanned Ciel, who just wanted to flee.

😈 “So, what have you found… Sebastian?” You asked him after you two walked into another room filled with plenty of books, like many other rooms Ciel had. Sure, back in your time you had many too, but in digital form, so it was different than this.

“Oh, nothing. I thought that you needed some space.” He smiled, placing his forefinger and thump on your chin, staring into your eyes.

😈 Time to fricking blush like jfejfösdjgöajö IT’S SEBASTIAN!!!

😈 But no! You are a badass and he was just a very very very attractive butler!

😈 He served you back then! As if you could ever feel attracted to him!

😈 “Sebastian. Stop.” You said, trying to hide your face, walking away from the chuckling demon.

😈 Since then, he won’t stop teasing you. For now, he has no pact with you, so he will only listen to your ancestor and not you. You are just a sweet little being to him. A plaything some might say.

😈 But you are not the only one who got a little bit annoyed or more likely teased. Ciel too, because you are “too cruel” how he described you once. Only because you teased him a couple of times (46 times a week… Ciel counted it.) His fault if he is adorable and blushy, when you tease him.

😈 But after two months you’ve decided to finally make Sebastian, the cruel demon, blush! So he will realize how mean he is to you!

😈 Mission: Make Sebastian Blush Like A Tomato!

😈 You tried it. Many times… Wearing short clothes (Baldroy, Meyrin, Finnian, Elijah and Ciel blushed furiously and you were certain, that you saw their noses bleed…), brushing your hands with his, smiling sexy at him, bending over, touching him a lot…. And it goes and goes… But nothing happened. He just smirked and teased you back.

😈 Mission: Totally Failed.

😈 “My lady, how it seems you tried to tease me.” Sebastian smiled as he poured tea into your teacup. “Yeah… And I give up.” – “Oh, that is quite sad. I was happy to see more today.” He chuckled or more likely laughed at your attempts. “Haha… Very nice of you… No go, Sebastian….”

😈 But there was Sebastian actually speaking the truth. He was a little bit to not see you trying to attract him. He had always fun to see you like this, but now that you gave up, you had no reason to be near him again… He liked it whenever you were there, staring at him or trying to talk dirty to him (without success).

😈 When you talked later on with Ciel during your usual cup of earl grey tea about your past and what so not, he told you about his cat allergy and why he hates it that Sebastian always hides cats everywhere, because of his love for the small kittens.

😈 Wait… Right… Back then, you figured it out. There was one thing that the demon butler and you had in common! Your love for cats!

😈 So you walked to Elizabeth once and asked for a favor…

😈 “Sebastian. Could you maybe turn around? I need to show you something.”

😈 And that’s what the good butler did. He turned around and saw you. You looked the same, except for your clothes. You changed your usual attire for skintight, beautiful clothes with a cat-ear hairband and a tail. On your hands you wore paw-gloves, as you smirked at the now slightly flushing butler, who worked a few seconds ago in the kitchen.

😈 The knife he used to cut the onions, fell down and his red eyes scanned your body many times, when his mouth turned to a smirk and he walked to you.

😈 “My my~ What do we have here?~”

😈 Let’s say that many kisses were exchanged… Too many to count, when he held you tight in his arms.

😈 Maybe the reason for you to make him blush was not only to get your revenge… Maybe it was because you fell in love with him once, when you were younger and that you fell for him again.

  Bonus:

😈 “What the hell!? (y/n)!? Sebastian!? NO! Where is my sword!! Get your hands off of her, you goddamn butler!!! I never liked you!!” Elijah screamed when he tried to get his sword, ignoring the sweet words you and your beloved exchanged. The teasing kisses and the “I like you too much”s….

[rae-gar-targaryen]

oneirataxia, but make it comedy | marcus pike x reader

A/N: Part of the Sleepover Weekend.  Oh, shit, did I ever get carried away. “Write a blurb,” they said, “it’ll be fun,” they said. “You won’t write 3.3k words of a fake-dating Marcus Pike fic. Surely not. Surely the fuck I will. Buckle up, babe. I hope this is what you were looking for!

Pairing: Marcus Pike (The Mentalist) x fem!Reader

Warnings: Romance is its own warning. 

Word Count: 3.2k of fake dating tropes, bad jokes, Marcus getting a lil sassy (he gets it from his mom, apparently), and coffee abuse.

Summary: Marcus invites you home for the holidays; but there’s a bit of a string attached to the invite. Based on the prompt: “Your mum hates me.” “She doesn’t hate you…she just doesn’t like you.” 

NOT MY GIF

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You were absolutely going to kill Marcus Pike.

Okay, not kill. Maybe maim?

As you met his mother’s eyeline over the rim of her tea mug you could have sworn she sneered at you a little.

So, no. Most definitely kill. Marcus was number one on the list. And his mom? Number two.

Let’s back up a little here--

You and Marcus were both agents at the Bureau together. You were part of the Art Squad, and have partnered with Marcus on missions a time or two. Honestly, you thought he was kinda cute. He had a sweet vibe to round out his killer intensity when he was in the field. And once you started talking to him, he had a kind of puppydog energy you found so darn endearing.  But in your sporadic interactions with Marcus, it never felt like he was being his fullest, true self. Like he was holding back a bit.

Still, you didn’t press. Pike’s business was Pike’s business.

Beyond him bringing you coffees a few times at team meetings, your interactions were limited. And he brought coffee for other people sometimes, too, so you tried not to read much into it and to damper your little crush.

It wasn’t until the two of you were partnered to go undercover together at a gala that you think Marcus really, truly saw you. You two had made an excellent team-- posing as a husband and wife undercover to sniff out some art thieves.

Marcus, in his pressed suit, had looked every inch of just dashing. You tried not to let yourself get too carried away in your daydream. Your dress was uncomfortable, and rode up a bit, if you were honest. You hoped Marcus didn’t notice.

But he told you you looked nice, ever the gentleman. And you were so busy looking for your mark that you didn’t notice how often Marcus was really looking at you.

After the gala, Marcus approached you more.

The idle, “Hey, how was your weekend” became, “Have you heard the new Black Keys album?”

You started to feel like he really understood you-- and the agency must’ve thought so, too, because they partnered you more and more.

Sure, Marcus knew you. So it was honestly fucking baffling to you why he’d even ask this of you--

“You want me to what?” you asked Marcus, your tone taking a slightly interrogatory edge.

“Uh, come to my family’s house for the holiday? I know you were going to spend it alone anyway, so really, you don’t have to--” Marcus sputtered a bit, his invitation seemingly sweet on its surface. But you were no dummy, you knew what you’d heard.

“No, Pike. Don’t act like you’re doing me some huge favor. I fucking heard you--” you started.

“Then why’d you ask me to repeat myself?” God, he could be so smug at times. That sinful little smirk around his full lips making you want to smack said smirk right off of his handsome face.

“Pike, I’m not going to pretend to be your little girlfriend at some family holiday shindig just so you can convince your mommy you’re not a perpetual bachelor, or whatever asinine reason you have for this request,” you chided.

The nerve of this guy! And to think, you’d had an Alicia Sliverstone-sized crush on this sweet, good-looking Paul Rudd wannabe!

“Come on, it’s not like that,” he protested, trying to win you over to his (obviously terrible) idea.

“Then what’s it like?” You demanded.

“It’s, uh.. It’s complicated. I was just hoping you’d do this for me? Please? Partner?” He implored. You almost gave in. Those damn puppydog eyes slightly too endearing for their own good-- but, no, you have always been a stick-to-your-guns kinda girl. Marcus Pike’s failed, mid-2000s rom-com of an oddball request wasn’t gonna change anything. But still… you were curious.

“Nope. No way, Pike. If you can’t be honest with me, then why would I do something so obviously-insane for you? Don’t act like I’d be doing you the favor when it’s obvious it’s a favor to you… especially if you won’t even tell me why. We’re partners, we’re supposed to trust each other.” You were resolute.

Marcus looked like he was going to tell you. In that moment, maybe he would have… He opened his mouth slightly as if to speak, before shaking his head slightly and closing his mouth again. As if he’d thought better about trusting you. Fuckin’ insulting.

“Sorry, Ace. I can’t tell you that.”

And with that, you left the room. Screw Pike! Screw him screwing with your feelings. A favor. Honestly!

Two days later, Pike walked into your office with your coffee of choice in one hand, and an apologetic look on his face.

“Look, I’m sorry about the other day. You’re right, it was crazy… it was crazy,” the second time sounded more to himself than to you.

“Bring me caffeine, babe, and all is forgiven,” you chirped, trying to lighten the mood. But it was clear Pike was thinking about something deeply, churning it over in his mind, his ochre eyes swimming with the sea of his own indecision.

“Pike, don’t think too hard. It’s not good for you. I can smell the smoke coming from your ears,” you teased gently.

“Teresa,” he said softly.

“Excuse me?”

“Her name was Teresa. She was my fiance… briefly. It… ended badly. Embarrassingly. I’m not-- I haven’t really been the same since. But I fucked up,” Marcus rambled. You nodded, trying not to interrupt him so he could continue. “I dove in too fast, proposed too soon. She didn’t really want me.”

Your heart panged at his confession. You’d had no idea. Honestly, your status as newbie agent didn’t really afford you to the inner workings of Marcus Pike, and you didn’t want to incite gossip by asking around too much. Being an inquisitive agent because it’s our job isn’t much of a guise if your crush becomes too obvious. Poor Marcus.

“I’m sorry to hear that, Marcus. I really am,” you placed a hand on his shoulder. “No one deserves that. But, um, what does this have to do with you asking me to spend the holidays with you?”

Marcus sighed.

“I told my mom about Teresa. When we were together, anyway. She knows it ended badly. I couldn’t take her smothering. Her pitying glances. Her everything. So, when she asked me about coming home for Christmas, I said I couldn’t because I was spending it with my girlfriend. I panicked. She then insisted I bring said girlfriend to Christmas at their place,” Marcus rushed out. “The problem being, of course, said girlfriend is fictional. Imaginary. Just like some bogus forgerd painting,” he chuckled a bit at his own attempt at humor.

Of course, of everything Marcus had just said, you were most surprised to hear that he was, in fact, single. File that one away for later.

“And your first thought was to ask me to be your fake girlfriend? Pike, that’s a little Hollywood. And not in a good way,” you chided.

“I know,” he moaned, rubbing a hand over his face. “And now she won’t let it go. So please, please, kid. Have pity on me? Come be my girlfriend for a week at Christmas?” He gazed at you pleadingly. “And you were an obvious first choice. You’re a stunner in the field, and smart. I thought you could handle it.”

Damn those eyes. Damn that face. Damn Marcus Pike.

If you hadn’t been caffeinated and in a better mood than the other day, you probably would have said no. Regardless of your caffeinated status, you definitely SHOULD have said no. And yet, here you were, drinking your coffee like it’s your dumb bitch juice.

But still, you couldn’t resist teasing a little.

“Don’t try to flatter me, Pike, it won’t work. I know I’m a good agent. But here, now, I’m just imagining you whining to your mom.” You put on your best, piteous John Mulaney impression, “Can my giiiiirlfriend come?” you mocked.

Pike rolled his eyes at you.

“Fine,” he said, popping himself up from the edge of your desk where he’d been irresistibly leaning since entering your office. “Enjoy your Christmas alone with your cats. I’m sure the ugly sweater looks great with cat hair stuck to it.” He started to walk out the door.

What possessed you to do what you were about to do?

“Pike,” you hollered, stopping him in the doorway. He turned.

“Fine,” you sigh. “I’ll do it.”

You couldn’t put your finger on it. Maybe it was because you really did feel for him. Which you did. Maybe it’s because you didn’t want to be alone. Which you didn’t. But maybe it’s because you were still carrying a torch for Marcus Pike, and the idea of spending Christmas with him was too good to pass up. Even if his whole family was there. Oh, shit. You are so screwed.

He jumped up, wrapping his arms around you quickly.

“Great!” He intoned. “Because I already told my mom it was you.”

“I’m gonna let that one go for now, Pike,” although you were secretly imploding. “Because we need to set some ground rules.”

“Fine.”

So, here you find yourself, days later, standing in the threshold of the Pike family home, where Marcus’s mother had been smothering her son with kisses and coos, waxing poetic about how glad she was that her “baby is finally home!”

And then, like a demonic switch has been turned, she turns to you and greets you (if you want to call it that) nothing short of ice-fucking-cold and a chirp of, “So this is the tart you work with!” before turning on her heel and walking to the kitchen, hollering for Marcus to put his bags down and follow.

The rest of the week passed like that, Marcus’s mother flipping moods so fast it made your head spin like the little girl from “The Exorcist.” Ironic, really, since it was Marcus’s mother who was the damn demon.

“So, Jennifer, where is your family from again?” She’d been calling you “Jennifer” for the entire time. She knew damn well that wasn’t your name. You grinned and bore it, for the sake of her beautiful, idiot son sitting at the table at your side.

You mumbled your name, trying to politely correct her.

“Is that not what I said?”

Honestly. This woman was a piece of work.

“You know, Mrs. Pike, we could get to know each other a lot better if you started with the right name.” You were just trying to lighten the mood a little, but not able to resist a slight jab at this old goat of a woman.

“I’m sure I’ll learn your name, dear, if you stick around long enough for it to be important to remember,” she replied primly, sipping her tea. You wanted to knock the china cup out of her little rat hands.  

UNBELIEVABLE, you thought. Here, you were suffering this horrid woman because at the behest of the ghost of Teresa Lisbon, the recipient of a punishment for a crime you’d done nothing to incite. Guilty by association was still guilty, though, apparently according to Marcus’s mother. If another woman had broken her son’s heart, she obviously felt entitled to regard you with suspicion and disdain.

Marcus was nothing short of apologetic in the peace and quiet of his bedroom, expressing profuse regret from his spot on the floor where he slept. Because of course he would be a perfect gentleman to you and allow you to sleep in his bed during this whole whatever-it-was. And if he was trying to be a gentleman, he was failing. That tight white t-shirt stretched across his fine, firm chest was just fucking rude.

“Marcus, it’s fine,” you insisted. “You have no control over her or her opinions. And I’ve seen and dealt with worse. Federal agent remember?”

As the week pressed on, you were able to temper the rudeness of Marcus’s mother with the intensity of your ever-growing feelings for Marcus. Seeing him at home, in his element, in relaxed clothing was doing something to you. And you weren’t quite ready to admit it. You spent quite a bit of time together, reading in front of the crackling fire in his family’s cozy living room. You played boardgames against his younger brother and his sister-in-law, teaming up to destroy the competition at Codenames.

You’d thought maybe, just maybe, Marcus was developing feelings for you, too, his touch lingering on your waist as he shuffles past you in the kitchen, sending you soft smiles over the pages of his books as you two read. But the more you thought about it, the more you were convinced that Marcus was just being nice and putting on a show for his family.

Until that old goat opened her mouth.

The family dinners were the worst. Marcus’s mother always seemed to sit across from you just so she could glare into you with that unyielding gaze of hers.

“Jennifer, a word?” She asked, as you got up to help clear the table.

Yeah. Where were we? Oh yeah, you were DEFINITELY gonna kill Marcus for talking you into this.

Marcus put the dishes he was carrying down, and squeezed your hand gently.

“It’ll be fine,” he whispers to you, before pressing a soft kiss to your temple, your brain instantly going dumb and numb at the contact, like you were listening to the people in the room from underwater. Nevertheless, you followed her into the kitchen, where you stood, alone, a marble-topped island counter the Switzerland between the two of you.

“Yes, Mrs. Pike?”

“I’m going to be frank with you, dear, I don’t like you,” she stated.

You’d had enough. The wrong name, the cold shoulder, the glares, the hmphs of disdain whenever you talked about the cool cases you were working on. You’d just had enough.

“No shit, Mrs. Pike? I just assumed you’d greeted all of your guests this way, and that’s why there were so many of them here. Because of your warm hospitality,” you snipped.

“Don’t get cute with me. I’m not about to applaud a relationship with my son if it’s just going to end badly.”

Now that gave you pause.

“That Teresa girl really did a number on him. So excuse me if I’m not going to sanction any old relationship. I don’t know you. I don’t want to know you. Not if you’re just going to break his heart. You’re just his co-worker and it should stay that way. Unless you’re serious, especially with the way he looks at you,” she stated firmly.

And you could honestly forgive her in that moment. Almost, anyway. “The way he looks at you” ringing in your ears. You had to say something-- and snark was getting you nowhere. So, you spoke from the heart-- before you could think about it too hard.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Pike. I wasn’t around for any of that. I don’t know much. Only the little Marcus has told me. And I'm not keen on making him relive any of that, or cause him heartbreak,” you paused. “But I wouldn’t do that to him. Because I care about him. Deeply. I really do,” and you just kept going... “I know I’m probably not what you envisioned-- I’m too dedicated to my job, it’s not glamorous, I’m not some subservient little housewife. I’m brash, I’m annoying. All of these things are true. But the biggest truth? Your son means everything to me. And that I won’t apologize for.”

And with that, you left. To go find Marcus and give him a piece of your mind.

You marched upstairs to Marcus’s bedroom, where he was perched on the bed with a book in his lap. You fist your hand into his sweater before yanking him up and planting a firm kiss on  his mouth. Marcus stilled in shock, before reciprocating, kissing you back, cupping his hands to your cheeks. You pulled away, heat pooled in you cheeks, blazing in embarrassment at what you’d just done.

Honestly, what the hell did you just do??

Marcus regards your silence by raising an eyebrow.

“Not that I’m complaining, but what the hell was that?” Marcus asked.

You rushed the words out, knowing you’d retract and redact them from your brain if you waited too long.

“I’m sorry, Marcus. I’m so sorry. Your mom just really got to me… she thinks I’m another… her,” you spared reference to Teresa’s name, mindful of Marcus’s melancholy that followed when she was mentioned. “But I’m not her. I love working with you, Marcus. And I’ve always had a thing for you, if I’m honest. Which I am. But it wasn’t until she really started pushing me that I realized… I care about you, Marcus. I want you, I really do. All of you, even the parts that hurt. I want you,” you professed.

Marcus stood there, shock etching his features, eyes widening and mouth starting to gape.

You bowed your head, blinking back furious tears as you stared hatefully at your shoes. Why would you do that? You thought. You’ve ruined everything, all because that old grackle dug at you too much. And now Marcus hates you.

Marcus’s hands were suddenly in your downcast eyesight, palms resting on your cheeks and urging your face and eyes upward to meet his gloriously shimmering midnight ones.

“I want you, too. God, you drive me crazy, you’re such a punk at work. But, fuck if I can’t stop thinking about you. You make me crazy. And I thought I was the only one. I’d go back to my apartment at the end of the day sad, because I knew you wouldn’t be there. My love is not really the overwhelming kind. Jesus, I just go home and drink rosé and watch ‘Remains of the Day,’” he implores. “But I mean it when I say I want you, too.”

And with that, he slides one hand from its resting place on your cheek to the back of your neck, scooping your face upward for a soft, slanting, warm kiss.

Needless to say, you were fine with Marcus relinquishing the spot on the floor in favor of lying next to you in bed for the remainder of the week.

Now, you held hands while going for brisk, winter-air walks around his neighborhood, despite his mother’s withering gaze. You were always touching, never far from the other’s hand or mind. Marcus’s brother teasing you good-naturedly about your interlocked fingers being “PDA.”

You head back to your lives and back to reality, but still on cloud nine. Sharing kisses before separating to one another’s respective offices at work. Spending weekends at one another’s apartments, making out against any and every surface you can find, your thigh slotting between his as you press together during every conceivable moment you can.

One of these nights finds you laughing about the inception of your relationship, when, inevitably, Marcus’s mother comes up in the conversation. You had spared him the gory details of your kitchen scene in favor of a simpler retelling.

“Honestly, Marcus, your mom hates me,” you implored. “She told me so.”

“She doesn’t hate you…,” Marcus trailed off, “She just doesn’t like you. I’m pretty sure that’s what she told you, if the grapevine was correct,” he smirked.

You slapped him on his chest. The nerve of this guy!

“But that’s okay. Because I like you enough for the both of us,” He said, smiling as he presses his lips to yours for a sugary sweet kiss.

[imaginethathaikyuu]

How did I find your blog? I was looking for soft Kuroo content on google. And your soft birthday hc’s for him came up. And that’s also how I found tumblr

What was the first story of yours that I read? That Kuroo piece ^

Roughly, how long have I been following this blog? Well I found that piece shortly after it was posted so…. Around the beginning of December 2019 I think. Got a tumblr a few months later and you were the first person I followed (had you in my bookmarks bar before that! (still have you in my bookmarks bar and when I share my screen in classes there are occasionally questions. I ignore them))

What’s something I’ve noticed about you personality wise? You’re really clever and funny. But you’re also sweet. But because you’re clever you have no hesitation in setting up and enforcing your boundaries, and I really admire that strength and confidence.

Have we ever interacted, either by PM, ask, or in the comments? What was my perception of you? YES!!! PM, SOOOOO many asks, comments, and you sent me an ask. And reblogged it. And I cried. A lot. My perception: you’re lovely and I want to h*ld your h*nd ….please.

What’s my favorite story of yours? Oh how to choose. Firstly, I’m a nb, biracial, bisexual. Honey, I’ve never made a choice in my life. But let’s try here. Anything you’ve written for Tsukki. Literally all of it is gold. Fight me. I was going to write “especially [piece title]” but I LITERALLY CANNOT CHOOSE ONE. Your Bokuto nightmare piece. Your Kuroo angsty fight. Your Tendou dealing with S/O with parents who yell piece. Your Kinktobers. Your Futakuchi and Mattsun pieces. And your Terushima pieces. Ugh. I CANNOT CHOOSE. OH AND YOUR STREAMER KENMA!!!!!! OKay just… all of it. I can’t choose. I tried, and I failed, and I’m willing to admit failure.

What’s a story I’d love to see you write? I don’t want to say this… because it hurts me… but I just KNOW you’d write brilliant angst. Some of my fav pieces of yours are pained beginnings with happy endings. That fight with Tsukki after a bad day at work. The pieces I mentioned above (nightmare pieces and fighting pieces and angsty home life ha.. ha.ha.ha.). That Oikawa one where the reader wakes up in bed without him and thinks he left. You write these gorgeous atmospheres and descriptive, visceral feelings, and if you chose to use it for evil…. You could get evil shit done. You’re SO powerful. So I want to read it… but also…. I don’t. I’d love to see you write ABO like you mentioned a while back or just see you explore a cutesy soulmate AU or something. I think you’d be really good at writing an AU where you hear what the other person’s listening too. I feel like you’d be so good at making me feel something for someone who was in another city. (think this would be cute with Tsukki cos he’s headphones boy, OR terushima because I like the dynamic of someone flirty, who clearly cares about looks, falling for someone he can’t see) ANYWAY….

Favorite pairing you write for?/fav reader insert? Tsukishima x reader. It’s my fav self-ship. (but also Mattsun, Bokuto, Oikawa, Tanaka, and Akaashi because you write them SO WELL!!!!)

Have any of your stories helped me through a hard time? Of course. Your self-harm piece came at a time I needed it. Iwaizumi’s in particular saved my life. But also your Tendou dealing with S/O parents who fight… came right when I needed it. Also starting college… was hard.. And reading and rereading your fluff really pulled me through it.

Have any of your stories hit closer to home? YES (see above).

Do I genuinely like your blog, it’s aesthetic or posts? It’s overall feel? It’s content? Yes. The aesthetic is, ngl, a wee bit basic. But I kinda love that. And the feel? It feels like home. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Your blog is my safe space. So, yes, I love. It’s content? YES. OF COURSE. Your personality probably could have kept me here even if your content was kinda shit, but I follow you RELIGIOUSLY because of your content. So yes. I adore.

Is English my first language? Kinda??? I grew up in a trilingual household so I kinda learned three languages at the same time while growing up. But no, I don’t need to translate it in my head. Because English was one of the three.

Anything I want to share? Yes. Please keep being kind to yourself, caring for your mental health, enforcing your boundaries, loving Akaashi, and just generally being you. You’re so lovely as you are, and I hope you continue grow, but never change. Also I’m sorry about all your work stuff…. It literally makes me feel sick. And I hope you find a job where that’s not tolerated, or that your work finds a better way of protecting it’s employees. I know you know this, but none of it is your fault. I just hope things improve. AND I love you… a lot. And I’m so proud of you hitting 9K and you deserve so many more followers because your pieces are just... GORGEOUS. I can’t wait until I’m at Barnes and Noble in a few years and I can pick up a hardback copy of your debut novel. I’m so excited to say “I knew Em Akaashi (which is your legal name as far as I’m concerned) before she was so popular among the masses.”

so ive been trying to figure out the correct and worthy way to reply to this ask since the moment i got it......because its so fucking sweet and kind and amazing and pure and perfect and i just dont know how to use WORDS to explain the way it makes me feel so.......i will just reply in bullet points in regards to every question u answered to make it a lil easier :D

- the fact that u found my blog on google ....... like this may be odd and a very specific thing but before i made this blog i always hoped that 1 day my fanfic would pop up in google searches bc thats ALWAYS how i found fics when i was reading them religiously and i felt so much ENVY!!!!! LIKE I WANTED TO BE THERE I WANTED MY FICS TO B POPULAR ENOUGH TO POP UP ON GOOGLE.....that may sound very selfish but its true......so thats just very cool to me... :]

- u’ve been here for so long omg 🥺🥺🥺🥺 if anyone in ur classes ever asks jus promo my blog like its nbd 

- thats so sweet what 🥺🥺🥺 i try my best to advocate for myself and be confident for myself.....ive spent far too much of my time being silently uncomfortable because i was afraid of pushing someone’s buttons seeming rude.....but NO MORE!!!! i know what upsets me, i know my triggers, i know what i dislike experiencing, and im never gonna let myself be anxious or uncomfortable for someone else’s sake, esp if theyre being rude 2 me. i would say its less strength and confidence and moreso me attempting to take control of my anxiety in the places i can (aka on the Internet) bc i am SICK OF ANXIETY ATTACKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

- BBY no dont CRY!!!! im racking my brain trying to think of who u are i wanna know so bad so i can thank u personally for being the kindest person in the world n so i can send u more asks >:(........MY HAND IS URS TO HOLD!!!!! dont tell akaashi tho 

- OMG my TSUKKI pieces.....hes so hard to write why ;-; thank u so much im so glad u enjoy my works<3333

- NOT ANGST NOT LIKE THIS!!!!!!!!! pained beginnings to happy endings are my specialty.....IMAGINE me writing a sad ending like i CANT!!!!!!!!! ive only done it a few times and it is so Difficult.....YALL ARE SO LUCKY IM NOT EVIL!!!!!! ive had this idea for an angsty akaashi fic that i think about and write in my head every night before falling asleep and it Hurts and i wanna write it but i also can’t make myself :D ABO would be very fun but i genuinely do not know how to explore the concept while making it feel like it’s Written By Me.....u know what i mean? same with soulmate aus, i really dislike writing them because theyre just boring to me like they all feel the same everything’s been done for them.....which is FINE!!! but i write enough cliche stuff as it is HAHA, a long distance type soulmate au could be fun and interesting but ldr’s trigger me bc of a past relationship so </3 but hey maybe someone else could use the idea!!!!!

- gotta love tsukishima <3

- im rlly glad my writing could be there for you friend, one of the biggest reasons i write fanfic (and write the kind of fics i write) is bc i know firsthand how much reading sweet stories abt ur comfort characters can help u through the shittiest times - i just wanna offer ppl some support and happy feelings and love cuz sometimes fanfic is the only time we can find those things (and theres nothing shameful abt that either if anyone bullies u for reading fanfic i will fight them)

- I KNOW MY LAYOUT IS LAZY AND BASIC AS FUCK AND THAT IS BECAUSE I DO NOT GIVE A SHIT LMAOOOO so im glad u think its ok...... like i dont have the patience to create a fancy ass layout that actually works are u KIDDING ME??????? I COULD LITERALLY NEVER plus i kinda like that its just the basic kinda ugly boring default layout like it makes it simple and easy and i feel like it brings focus to the only thing on this blog that i care about which is my writing, i rlly only care about the content here and not aesthetics jdbljdabsdk that blue background will be there til i Die......i adore u more btw 

- WHOA trilingual what the hell ur so cool tell me more 

- you have my word, friend, that i will continue to do all of that so long as you do the same. take care of yourself, be kind to yourself - i know u can do it, ur so kind to others and u deserve to be kind to urself, too so this is the part that genuinely brought me to tears because *sappy dumb shit ahead* ok look ever since i can remember the one and only thing ive wanted to do with my life is become an author ...... dreams of book covers with my name written on them and words in pages written by me and fanart of my characters and going into my local bookstore n seeing my book there....these thoughts all haunt my fucking brain because i want it SO BAD!!!!!!!! so bad that it makes me CRY!!!!!!!! ive never wanted something more and just!!!!!!!!!!!! idk how much u meant that part but holy fuck!!!!!! i hope so bad that one day i can send u a free copy of my book as a thank u for being the person u are. u have all my love friend, every last bit of it <333333333

[clarionglass]

tagged by @dheiress to post the first line of my last 20 fics (thank you! <3)

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 other authors!

aight my lads here we go, there’s going to be a few unpublished wips and other piece of dubious writing in here bc i doubt i have 20 stories but anyway, here we go (this is very long! press j to skip or just get that dash scrollin bc this might take a while :// ) in very rough chronological order going backwards, starting with the published work:

1. so i ran to the river (tma grifters au, unpublished yet but will be soon!): The sunlight feels different on a face fresh out of prison, and it feels even better to Jonathan Sims now that he’s truly home.

2. crowned by an overture bold and beyond (tma pretentious college au, based loosely on the secret history):  It was a cool, rainy day in late March when I first approached the Magnus Institute--one of those days that served as a reminder that the London spring, that fragile creature, was still all too vulnerable to the occasional strike from the claws of winter.

3. we should ride this wave to shore (tma chatfic where everything is beautiful and nothing hurts): Friday, 3:14 P.M. “archives research & statement envestigation” Timothy Stoker renamed the group “drinks drinks drinks” Timothy Stoker changed Sasha James’s nickname to saucy sash Timothy Stoker changed Martin Blackwood’s nickname to martini kart Timothy Stoker changed his nickname to stonked stonked: so how bout it lads saucy sash: oh god.

4. i am the maker of rules (dealing with fools) (tma chatfic, an elias-and-peter-focused accompaniment to wsrtwts): Monday, 7:39 P.M. Elias Bouchard to Peter Lukas Elias Bouchard: Peter, I need to talk to you. Elias Bouchard: I’ve had the most infuriating day at work.

5. An Optimistic Tragedy (good omens orchestra au that i swear to god i’ll finish one day): Three years ago Eve shifted in her chair, her mind clearly on things other than Milhaud and the music in front of her.

6. The Spaces Between the Stars (the Beast of a dw fic that i can’t even begin to describe; a mate and i have been working on this since 2015 and it’s a sprawling mass of writing that encompasses Many google docs--what’s on ao3 atm is a very small percentage of it,,,,): The Doctor clutched the TARDIS railing as if somehow, it could take the pain away.

7. Carol of the Bells (a chrismas chatfic companion to aot! i’ve always been a sucker for a chatfic but oof looking back on this one my formatting style sure has changed): [Friday December 13, 1:31am] Anthony Crowley to Angelface: u up? ;)

8. An Exploration into The Nature of Human Beings, sub. Homo Sapiens: A Research Paper by Milton Jones (british comedy rpf. this is my oldest piece on ao3 and it shows, but there’s a special place in my heart for this dorky lil fic about an alien researcher making a place for himself in british comedy. fun fact! i actually added the final three sentences to this a couple of days ago, and will post it when i do my next fic update): <<I knew you’d be down here, as per usual. Do you never stop working?>>

and now for the stuff that i like but hasn’t yet/will never/one day, if i get my act together, might be posted to ao3... please ask me about these bc i love them, even though i’ll probably never post them :)

9. untitled mitchell spy comedy (a show that @monimolimnion​ and i want to pitch to the bbc in which david mitchell and victoria coren mitchell are married spies who work for MI5 and MI6 respectively, and most of britcom pops up in one place or another. it’s nothing more than a Lot of planning and a few snippets, but i love returning to this doc): [David is sitting at his desk, shaking his head at an open file.] David: They’re taking the piss. That’s what they’re doing, they’re taking the piss.

10. In the Demonic Style (a good omens au of @teashoesandhair’s glorious smooching contest piece, which is the first piece of fiction writing in the reblog chain. i’ve promised a chapter 2 to this, which i’m halfway through, and feel incredibly guilty for not finishing. still, my quarter-year’s resolution is to finish something old whenever i post something new, so maybe it’ll get done soon!): “It’s the end of the world” was not a good statement with which to start one’s morning in any circumstances, but the angel Bryndael was in the middle of cataloguing his newest shipment of tea samples when said statement reached his ears, and he didn’t much appreciate being disturbed.

11. magpie (good omens canon-mostly-compliant fic based around the song magpie by the unthanks/the magpie folk song/nursery rhyme): Wednesday (approximately 11 years before the end of the world) From a bird’s-eye view, St James’s Park was beautiful at this time of year.

12. untitled ficlet for tales of dwrwedd (a present for my writing buddy! the link is to her fic, i just wrote a bit of her two witcherverse ocs being soft as hell): The two women seated by the hearth didn't look old, either of them. But there was something about the pair--in their movements, or their mannerisms--that suggested an age far beyond what their unlined faces would suggest.

13: Tempo d’Attacco (an original bit of Light Crime a la midsomer murders, set in a university music department that is naturally a thinly-veiled copy of my own, hence why it will never ever be posted anywhere. i wrote this for my supervisor at the end of honours (her character is the sleuth) :P ) Dr Marisa Tan didn’t exactly start her morning well, on the day that everything seemed to upend itself.

patterns...... i’m not seeing that many, tbh? idk if i could call this in media res, but there’s certainly a good bit of plot starting without heaps of setup. 

my favourite? hmmmmmm i’d say my favourites would be crowned by an overture bold and beyond, and in the demonic style. i gotta say, going back to revisit a lot of my older writing has been nice! time and distance have been v kind :)

i’m hella bad at tagging things so if you see this and want to share your own writing please go ahead! i’m very shy when it comes to Fandom Interaction (tm) so i don’t feel comfortable launching myself into people’s notes (i loved this tho! i just need other people to make the first move lol), however i will give a specific shoutout to @monimolimnion whose writing i adore and who needs to do this!

[lettheladylead]

avoid the unhappy ending (ch1-2)

ships/characters: Goldie, Quackfaster, Gyro, Fenton, Lil Bulb, Manny, Boyd, Launchpad, Scrooge/Goldie words (so far): ~2800 summary: Goldie comes to town to see Scrooge. Instead, she somehow manages to run into literally everyone else. ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27108943

First two chapters are up!

It was a Saturday afternoon. Normally she wouldn’t be in Duckburg, but she was passing through on her way back north and thought a little stop could be nice. Just pop in and say hello, maybe stay for a swim in the money bin or a sleepover if Scrooge asked. He wouldn’t ask, but she was always up for it.

Security at the bin was the same as usual. It always felt like there was a gap just for her - though obviously Scrooge wouldn’t be foolish enough as to leave his guard down for a professional thief. That being said, she was in his office quicker than usual, and a brief scan of the room told her she was alone.

“Huh,” Goldie breathed out, wiping her hand along his desk and taking a seat in his big chair. She spun around a few times, then stopped and looked at the different drawers. They were all locked, which didn’t change anything for her, but she knew this desk was mostly paperwork. Nothing of note, nothing of interest. Even a spare few dollar bills wasn’t worth the effort.

She stood up and walked over to the vault. It was closed, but perhaps Scrooge went for a more...private swim. That’d be fun to interrupt (and/or join in on). Her left shoulder made a terrible cracking sound as she slowly opened the door and she groaned a bit, popped her head in, and listened closely.

No sounds whatsoever.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Goldie groaned, rubbing at her shoulder and stepping fully into the vault. She looked up and down, left and right, but there was clearly no Scrooge to be found.

She sighed and closed the vault door on her way out in a sudden burst of politeness. Alright. Often Scrooge spent his Saturday afternoons catching up on work that he missed during adventures out of town. Apparently this was not one of those Saturday afternoons. Her shoulder was still a little sore, so Goldie decided to exit the normal way. Maybe someone would see her and call Scrooge to let him know. That’d be fine with her, she didn’t want to spend the whole day just looking for him.

But she had no such luck as it seemed the majority of his administrative employees weren’t working on a weekend. Made sense. Goldie poked her head into every other room to see if Scrooge was in a meeting or doing something or whatever, but he just...wasn’t there! It was agitating. Just a little bit.

The next door she spied was to the Archives. Goldie spent very little time in this room, since she had a pretty decent memory and didn’t need a piece of paper to remind her what year something happened in. Scrooge loved to talk about himself and his accomplishments, so there was rarely anything she needed to know that she didn’t already.

With a shrug, she entered the room anyway, considering the possibility that Scrooge could just be reading through old files like the old fogey he was. The door creaked loudly and almost immediately, Goldie made eye contact with the only other person there.

“What the…”

Goldie frowned as the other woman spoke and started walking towards her. This was not someone she’d had to interact with in a long time.

“Goldie O’Gilt, is that you?”

“Ah...Quackfaster. Nice to see you,” Goldie responded with a characteristic smirk. “Still working as Scrooge’s secretary, then?”

Quackfaster snorted and looked down at Goldie’s hands, clearly checking for stolen items. “Archivist. But you already knew that.”

“I did.”

Emily didn’t see anything on Goldie, and nothing near her seemed to be missing, so she turned around and headed back to her cart. “What are you doing here, O’Gilt? I know there’s nothing in this room you’d want to take.”

Goldie glided a finger against one of the shelves and cringed at the amount of dust that accumulated so quickly. “You can’t know that for sure.”

Her response was just a brief glare before she went back to filing.

“Alright, yeah,” Goldie stepped a bit closer, relishing in the way that Quackfaster flinched and reached for the sword that Goldie knew she had on her. “I’m just looking for Scrooge. Do you know where he is?”

“He’s not here,” Quackfaster said as she struggled to shove a certain book into a spot that was a little high up for her. “I assume, anyway. I haven’t seen him.”

Goldie rolled her eyes before reaching over and grabbing the book, getting on her tip-toes and putting it in its place. “Don’t you know his schedule, Secretary?”

“Archivists don’t keep schedules, Thief,” she scoffed. “Even if I knew where he was, I wouldn’t tell you. So have fun walking around town like a lovesick puppy.”

“Excuse me?” Goldie couldn’t contain her offense at the simile and proceeded to knock over Quackfaster’s cart of books before rushing out - leaving a loud crash and a pile of old papers in her wake.

Emily sighed and looked down at the pile. At her next salary meeting, she was definitely bringing this up.

Goldie, on the other hand, was back to business. That conversation had been entirely unhelpful and mostly unpleasant and very incorrect. Lovesick puppy? What was she, a teenager? She just wanted to see Scrooge so she could brag about her latest exploits - remind him of how nice it is to not be boggled down by family...maybe get some food. Sure, she loved him (or whatever), but she wasn’t sick over him. She wasn’t some kid in a bad romantic comedy. She was Goldie O’Gilt!

Quackfaster told her Scrooge wasn’t around, but she didn’t really know. And then, even she had, she might’ve told Goldie the opposite of the truth. There were a lot of angles to consider, as there usually was. So Goldie did what any sharp shooter would do - she decided to check out the last place in the Money Bin that Scrooge might be...the weird underwater lab.

--

She didn’t normally take elevators. They weren’t safe or secure. She could still remember when elevators first became a common thing...people became so reliant on them so quickly.

This was all she could think about in the slow, slow ride down to the lab where she was desperately hoping she’d find Scrooge. It’d be a shame to find out this trip to the Money Bin was a waste. If he wasn’t down here, she’d be stealing something for sure.

The doors opened and she was welcomed by two incredulous stares. She crossed her arms and stuck out her hip, staring back at them.

The two men looked at one another and then back at her.

“I don’t have time for this. Inter- er, Employee! Go!”

“Yes, Sir!”

Goldie stepped out of the elevator and looked around to see a distinct lack of Scrooge McDuck. She frowned. The shy-looking duck waddled up to her and smiled.

“Hi there! Welcome to Dr. Gearloose’s lab!” Fenton reached out a hand. “What can we do for you?”

She looked down at his hand and then back up at his face. “You seem familiar,” she said cautiously, grabbing his hand with two fingers and giving him a single shake before letting go. “...were you ever a Sheriff?”

“No, ma’am!” He didn’t give any sort of negative reaction to her odd question. “But mi mama is a police officer, so that’s close! Sort of!”

“Mama…” Goldie paused and put a hand to her beak in thought. “Oh! Are you Cabrera’s boy?”

“Wh…” Fenton blinked several times in surprise. “You know her?”

“You could say that,” Goldie said smugly. “We had a run-in a little over two decades ago. I remember you being much smaller.”

Fenton scrunched his face and considered her words, realizing after not long that this was someone on the other side of the law. “Um…”

She strode past him and towards the other man she’d seen earlier. “Is Scrooge here?”

Gyro sighed as loudly as possible before turning around to point in her face. “ Why would Mr. McDuck be here? This is a scientific laboratory, not a bin filled with coins.”

He realized briefly after speaking that this woman was familiar - familiar, as in, he’d met her just a few months ago for him and many many decades ago for her. Considering the recent controversies regarding unsanctioned time travel, Gyro started to sweat.

“Huh.” Goldie eyed him carefully. “You look familiar, too.”

“That’s not possible,” he said quickly. “I’ve never-”

“Gearloose, right? Any relation to Ratchet?”

He paused. “Uh...my grandfather?”

Goldie smacked him on his back. “I knew it! You’re his spitting image, you know that?” She laughed and continued to look around the room on the off chance that Scrooge was purposefully hiding from her. Why would he be? Who knows. Scrooge was a mystery sometimes. “Damn, I guess I owe Scroogey some money.”

“Why’s that?” Fenton asked, coming closer when he determined the intruder wasn’t a danger to the lab.

“Well, I bet Ratchet would die a virgin. Seems I lost.”

Fenton blushed and Gyro grumbled, turning back to his work, which Goldie just realized was also quite a bit familiar.

“Hey, I know this robot, too. This whole lab is turning into a trip down memory lane.”

“Hi! I’m Boyd!”

“Yes, I remember that,” she said with her eyes on the exit. “I’m guessing you’re not determined to kill anymore?”

Gyro glared at her and Boyd just clapped a hand to his cheek, producing a metal clang. “Aw geez, no I’m not! I’m sorry if you got hurt at Doofus’ party, Miss O’Gilt.”

Goldie shrugged and looked back at Fenton, who almost looked like he had a light bulb over his head. Or, well, actually. He did have a light bulb over his head. And then it jumped down onto his shoulder.

“O'Gilt! As in... Goldie O’Gilt?!”

“The one and only.”

She didn’t react as the light bulb jumped from him to her and then from her to the grumpy scientist behind her. She started to walk towards the door when she decided she’d made a mistake in coming here.

“You’re Mr. McDuck’s longtime, ah, paramour, one might say?” Fenton asked as he followed.

“One might.” She had to admit that it was interesting to know how Scrooge described her to his coworkers, but something told her that he’d never called her that.

“Then, from what I’ve read, you’re well over 100 years old, and I have never had the opportunity to ask Mr. McDuck about that, but I’m deeply fascinated!”

He started rambling, following Goldie the entire way to the elevator, and even stepping inside the elevator with her. She frowned deeply at this fact, and then there was the giant stone horse thing with Scrooge’s head clopping its way towards them that she very much wanted to get away from.

The talkative guy didn’t seem frightened by it, though - in fact, he waved at it as he continued to rant about chronological physics or whatever the hell was happening.

Not wanting to deal with this anymore, Goldie took this opportunity to grab Fenton back the back of his shirt and toss him towards the statue thing - repeatedly pressing the Close Door button on the elevator as fast as possible.

Fenton just squeaked and Manny caught him without a problem. “Hm...I guess I’ll have to save my questions for next time!”

Gyro barked at him from the other side of the lab. “There won’t be a next time! This lab needs to be more secure!”

Goldie breathed out a sigh of relief as the elevator dinged and she was back to being surrounded by no one and nobody. The Bin was still mostly empty and she was very happy with that. Though now she’d have to make her way over to the manor - where she was more likely to run into Bentina. After their last interaction, she knew it wouldn’t go well and didn’t want to deal with it. She’d just have to do her best to avoid the kitchen.

She headed out the front door, but on spotting a security camera, Goldie smirked and looked around for something to take. She spotted a few umbrellas sitting in a holder by the door, and shrugged. Something was better than nothing. Plus, it was getting kind of cloudy out there. So she grabbed the nicest looking one and stepped outside.

The clouds didn’t seem as thick once she left the building, but whatever. The umbrella was going to be hers either way. And now she had an annoying journey to the manor - normally she’d find a faster way over there, but the streets were pretty empty and she didn’t have any of her fancier gear on-hand.

So: walking it was.

Her knees started to hurt after only a minute. The road she was on was not made for feet, it was made for wheels! Why didn’t Gearloose or Cabrera or Quackfaster have a car she could steal? Were they all commuters? Did Scrooge pay any of his employees well enough to afford a car?

Just as all these complaints were charging through her brain, Goldie was cut off by the sudden sight of a familiar limo coming up towards her. She couldn’t contain the big smile on her face as she stepped in front of it - bringing the car to a halt.

She brushed invisible dirt off her pants and posed - leaning gracefully on the umbrella - in anticipation of Scrooge coming out to greet her.

Instead, a tall, muscular man stepped out of the driver’s seat and rushed towards her.

“Whoa! I almost hit you!”

Goldie sighed and stood up straight. “Is Scrooge with you?”

“Huh? No, he-” Launchpad pouted as he looked down at her, clearly dealing with the gears in his head turning a little faster than usual as they deciphered the data in front of him. “Oh, man! You're Mrs. McDuck!”

“Mrs....” Goldie looked like she’d bitten into a lemon. “I’m not -”

“I was just on my way to visit Fenton, Mrs. McD! But I could take you back to the manor instead, if you want!” He took off his hat and held it to his chest, looking a little nervous. “Please don’t be mad I almost hit you. It wasn’t that bad!”

“You didn’t-! I’m not…” Goldie was so confused by his assumptions that she didn’t even know where to start. But...a good con always knew where the benefits began. “...alright. Sure. Fine. Mrs. McDuck won’t say anything to Scrooge if you drive me back to the manor and not say a word about this to anyone. Does that work for you?”

“Oh, yes ma’am!” Launchpad quickly stepped back and opened up the back door for her so she could slide in. He closed the door on her foot and she scowled - leading to another slew of apologies before he closed the door for real.

She sighed and looked out the car window, feeling like she’d lost her touch. Usually she just knew where Scrooge was. Right away, she was always able to find him. And this was going to be one of those days where she ran around like a chicken without its head.

Launchpad was humming along to a tune on the radio, and Goldie felt the urge to have him change it to something more her style. But she wasn’t here to put on a show. She needed to find something else to focus on.

“Who told you to call me Mrs. McDuck?”

The redhead lowered the radio volume and looked at her in the mirror. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…” She shuffled a bit in her seat. “Did Scrooge tell you to call me that?”

There was quiet in the car for a minute as Launchpad seemed to be thinking about her question. She was ready to tell him to forget it when he finally spoke up again.

“I don’t remember! But I don’t think so,” he said with a nod. “Did I do something wrong? Do you still use your maiden name? Or should I call you something else?”

Goldie didn’t respond to that as she looked down at the seat next to her and noticed a stray white feather. She reached down and picked it up, realizing immediately that it was Scrooge’s. A hint of an embarrassed blush came to her cheeks as she tossed the feather back down - being able to recognize the smell of Scrooge on a single feather was ridiculous.

“No,” she finally said, deciding that the unfamiliar warmth spreading through her chest was kind of...nice. “That’s fine.”

[ppaperheartss]

Godzilla

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

word Count: 5.7K

Warnings: a lil angst, some swearing

A/N: Hey! I really hope you enjoy this, I’ve worked really hard on it. Inspired by Godzilla by Kesha. Any comments or feedback are appreciated!

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Bucky Barnes wanted to find peace. His whole life had revolved around fighting and angst and fear, and now he decided it was time for that part of his life to be over. It took him a long time to readjust to a life without meaning, without something to fight for. He spent his days wandering around the compound looking for someone he could spend time with, but most of the time the compound was a ghost town. So he kept himself occupied with therapist appointments, catching up on pop culture and exploring different music genres.

(Rumour has it that Bucky was seen working out to Taylor Swift’s new album, but he always denies it regardless.)

He was proud of everyone else on the team. Sam took on the role of Captain America with both hands and was eager to help the country with the pressing issues which the Avengers never got the chance to handle. Captain America is now the frontface for Black Lives Matter and is tackling gun violence one day at a time. He is making America great again. 

Wanda has taken on the role of training new agents and works very close with orphanages in New York to rehabilitate young people who have led traumatic lives. She even introduced the Pietro Maximoff Foundation which aims to find people that had been injured in all Avenger fights as collateral damage and get them the help they so rightly deserve.

Scott spends a lot of time with Cassie to make up for all of the years that they missed together, and he even has another little one on the way with Hope. Though Bucky isn’t very fond of children yet he’s open to the idea of a miniature sized version of Scott running around the compound and causing havoc. Even the thought of it brings a smile to his face. 

Parker recently graduated high school and now works with Bruce a lot of the time in their own lab in the centre of the city to continue on with the work that Tony had started. After the whole fiasco with his identity being outed he tends to keep a low profile, taking his time to get used to the spotlight that is everyday life as an Avenger.

Bucky is still coping with that too, honestly. It’s strange walking down a street knowing that everyone probably knows his name and his history, and has an opinion of him, when he has never seen them before in his life. Maybe he has. He struggles with his memory too.

When he was diagnosed with PTSD and anxiety, it was a strange experience. He had a little knowledge on it from his uncle who had fought in war before him and suffered from the illnesses, but it was different knowing about it and being diagnosed with it he realised quickly. He’s cautious around strangers and struggles to speak to someone who he doesn’t know if he can trust yet, but his therapist Dr. Walker says he’ll develop with time. He just needs to focus on his breathing and find something to distract hunsekd. 

And he did. He went from not being able to open up the door for his takeout - which the app to order said takeout took him just a bit too long to understand - to being able to speak at veterans meetings with Sam in front of a couple dozen people. He connected well with the other veterans, especially those who had lost a limb in war, and found himself looking forward to the meetings for the chance to speak to people who shared similar life experiences and didn’t give him a sad look whenever he opened up about his nightmares. Knowing he wasn’t alone gave him a sense of belonging, something that he hadn’t felt in a very long time.

He retired from the Avengers and moved to a small apartment in Brooklyn that Sam helped him look for. He even went couch shopping with him, making sure that he bought the deepest and comfiest one there. He didn’t mind, he loved how comfortable modern things are compared to the 30s, but he wondered why he insisted on getting that particular one. That was, until one night Sam came to his apartment blackout drunk and slept there for 15 hours straight. He only woke once to complain drunkenly about how small the blankets were, to which received a pillow to the head.

Bucky enjoys having his own place to live. He wakes up early in the morning to go on a leisurely run through his neighbourhood and watch the sky turn from red to pink to blue. He stops at the cafe at the bottom of his street for whatever pastry is fresh and a sweet coffee.

He then comes home to his cat and plants, and spends his days loving and caring for them. He found Alpine on what could have been one of the worst nights he’s experienced in his normal life. It had been raining heavily for hours and Bucky was walking home from therapy when he was jumped by a group of men. In the panic of it all he lashed out, and having not been in the field for so long he underestimated his strength.

A civilian got hurt in the scrapple, but she was so scared of who he was that she refused to take help from him. The police then arrived and Bucky had to fight his case for an hour in the pouring rain with only a running tee on. It was a witness from an apartment block on the other side of the street who came to Bucky’s aid and explained how he hadn’t started the fight and didn’t hurt the woman on purpose. He walked home in a storm of a mood, his whole body shaking with anxiety and the cold seeping into his bones, when he heard a faint meow come from a dark alley. 

He quickly swooped into action without hesitation, fishing the small creature out of the soggy box it was in and shielding it under his arm as he started to jog home.

That’s how he found himself an hour later sitting face to face with a small white cat with eyes he thought resembled his own in a strange way. He knew he was going to keep the cat without hesitation, he just wondered how something so pure could have made its way into his fuck-up of a day.

He even got a job in a coffee shop for a short while when Dr. Walker felt he was ready for it, so he could work on his social skills and how to control situations positively. He lasted a whole month in the shop and he made fairly good relationships with his colleagues and frequent customers, but he was asked to leave one afternoon as they had had a complaint from a daily customer about him. Apparently Bucky has a resting face that looks intimidating, and made the customer feel anxious. He had a tough time in his head that night. It took him a few days of wallowing in self pity and several conversations with Sam and Dr. Walker to realise he didn’t do anything wrong. He had to accept the fact he couldn’t convince everyone he was a good guy, and this is something he is still learning to accept.

He had felt so much misery over his lifetime that he thought he would never get the chance to be happy again, perhaps this new life would be enough for him. Though, he had to admit, that the fact that the only constant human interaction he had on a daily basis would be with store workers when he went grocery shopping, it was starting to make him feel lonely. It was like he lived on the moon, only watching others live their lives from a distance as he lived his own mundane life. That, of course, was before he met you.

You came shining into his life like a beam of sunlight that made him feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. There wasn’t a moment where your beautiful smile didn’t grace your face, and the joy on you radiated instantly made his day a whole lot better. You had been neighbours for quite a while before your first interaction, though you would always give him a chipper smile when he passed you in the hallways to which he responded to with a bashful grin.

Bucky woke up with a feeling something was wrong one day, and his suspicions were confirmed when he got a call from the nursing home informing him that Steve was sick. He knew he had to visit right away, just in case, but he didn’t know how long he would be gone and refused to leave Alpine alone. He couldn’t ask Sam, he was too busy being Captain America and a dumbass to properly care for a cat, so he moved onto what seemed to be his only other option.

The super soldier stood in your door frame (which was just too small for him to stand at his full height comfortably in) with a cat carrier in hand, blue bag slung over his shoulder and a desperate smile on his face. “Hi, I’m Bucky. Barnes. Bucky Barnes. Your neighbour. Room 6? Anyway, I need to ask a huge favour of you. I have to visit a friend out of town but I can’t leave Alpine alone - she doesn’t like it at night, and I was really, really, hoping you could watch her for a few days. I understand if you’re busy or have plans, though!”

You listened to his ramblings with an amused smile on your face, hand on the doorframe and leaning forward slightly. “Alpine?” you mused, eyebrow raised slightly.

His cheeks tinted instantly as he nodded down to the now meowing carrier. “Yeah, my cat. She’s two. She’s lovely, I promise. Doesn’t scratch or anything, she’s a real doll. You won’t even notice she’s there.”

You had bent down to look inside the carrier as he continued to ramble, only to be met with remarkable blue eyes which matched its owner’s perfectly. Cooing softly at her, you look up to meet the other pair of striking blue eyes. “Of course I’ll watch her for you. What else are neighbours for?”

He smiles instantly, shoulders relaxing as he lets out a breath. Holding out the carrier to you with his metal arm which you took instantly, he starts, “Thank you so much…”

“Y/N. Y/N L/N.”

“Y/N.” he repeats, setting the bag at your feet. “My number’s in there if you need anything, please don’t hesitate to call. I’m better at calling than texting. Thank you, again, I owe you.” He smiles before waving quickly as you exchange goodbyes, turning on his heel and walking quickly to his car with keys in hand. 

After closing your door you set the carrier down and open it up, lifting out the small white cat into your arms. Smiling fondly, you press a kiss between her ears. You wandered over to your window to see Bucky climbing into his car as he held a phone between his ear and shoulder, and something deep inside of you knew this was the start of something special.

After that first encounter, you and Bucky seemed to be glued to the hip. It started off as a coffee date as a thank you after he got home from the weekend in which you watched Alpine, and you were glad to hear that Steve was well. It then evolved into a home cooked dinner from you the next day because Bucky refused to let you pay for your coffee even though you insisted and you wanted to pay him back somehow. He was always a gentleman with you. 

It then turned into weekly Friday night movie nights to catch him up on what he had missed movie-wise and supermarket shopping together the next morning because Bucky loved shopping in near-empty supermarkets just as much as you. Somewhere along the line you both got keys cut for the other’s apartment and you more often than not spent everyday together, even if it was just spending your hour lunch break from work sitting on a park bench chatting. You both had formed the best friendship possible, so it was no surprise to anyone that you wound up dating. It was meant to be, really. Soulmates. 

But not when Bucky went to the gym, because there was no way you would be caught dead doing physical activities.

You loved being around Bucky; he was sweet and caring and loved to try whatever new hobby you were experimenting with. He would always taste-test your cooking and baking and never say anything mean about it - even that time you made cupcakes and used salt instead of sugar he was quick to force it down and sing its praises. He cries at dog movies and volunteered at the local animal shelter weekly after you informed him one night that he could because he was just desperate for some interaction with the dogs. You were surprised he hadn’t come home with every single dog his first day there because he just wanted them to be loved so much. 

Bucky Barnes was a Saint sculpted by gods who had a heart of gold, and you could never see him any other way. Sure, you knew his history. Hell, you had even written a paper all about him and the Howling Commandos in your college History class, but none of that mattered to you. The Winter Soldier had been gone for over a decade, the trigger words meaningless and the mystery over, and you just wanted to know Bucky. Not his past - not that he could remember much of it anyway - but his and your relationship’s future together and what possibilities come along with that.

-

Bucky loved going shopping with you. He would give you an armful of clothes and make you give him a fashion show, where he would cheer for you and clap obnoxiously and shower you with the sweetest compliments, and you both savoured every second of it. You also had a fairly decent understanding of fashion, so you would help him keep up with all of the trends and keep him looking as gorgeous as he always is. So a Saturday spent together roaming the mall should be the perfect outing for the both of you. If only you could do it alone.

You held his hand tightly in yours, fingers intertwined and palms sweating slightly, but you were sure it was only his that was. You kept him near to know he was safe and coping, because crowds were one hundred percent not his thing. Maybe that’s why recently he had taken a liking to online shopping, because you could still have your famous fashion show in the comfort of his safe, judgemental free apartment. You could feel every set of eyes follow you and the six foot ex-assassin beside you for longer than necessary as they walked past you both, but you kept your head held high. No one was ever going to make you feel bad for loving Bucky. Not now, not ever.

“Oh my God.”

“That poor girl.”

“Stay back, he’s dangerous.”

“Do we just let murderers walk free now?”

You don’t know if the people walking by tried to be discreet with their whispering or wanted you both to hear, but you could hear them so Bucky definitely heard them. Looking up at him as you feel his breathing hitch, you follow his eye line and find a small girl being whisked away by her mother with fear evident on her face. The air around you grew thick, like you could feel his suffocating anxiety grow. He didn’t want to scare anyone, and this sight seemingly pushed him over the edge into a downward spiral.

Tugging on his arm you grab his attention, flashing him a reassuring smile.

“Why don’t we get food? I’m starving.” He simply nods in response, not trusting his voice.

You sit across from him in the booth in the corner of the food court, eating happily as you watch him visibly relax into his surroundings. He has a mountain of food in front of him but you know it’s never enough, and you just grin as he reaches over to swipe some of your fries.

You both talk mindlessly about insignificant things; a jacket that caught his eye, where you’d like to go next, how you both are craving ice cream, oblivious to the numerous pairs of eyes staring at you two. The flash of a camera and a series of giggles catches your attention. You quickly look to Bucky to see his reaction, but just smile at him distracted by his milkshake which has now covered his face. You lean over the table to wipe it away with a napkin before kissing his nose gently, and he smiles happily at you as his cheeks tint red.

“Why don’t we just leave after this?” He looks up at you, and it pains you to see the hope in his eyes at the thought of leaving. “We can go to that ice cream parlour at the bottom of the avenue and have a walk in the park instead.”

You smile at him. “That sounds so much better than shopping, baby. Let me go throw all of this in the trash then we can go.”

“No, I’ve got it. I’ll be two ticks.” He slides out of the booth, pecking your lips quickly as he picks up the trays and walks over to the trash. You still have a smile on your lips as you pull on your jacket and pick up your purse, but it fades quickly when you hear a crash and yells from behind you.

Jumping out of the booth quickly you turn, finding Bucky standing with a now empty tray between a bunch of chairs and a woman draped across the floor covered in the remains of your lunch. Bucky’s shaking as he tries to stammer out an apology. You assume that they’ve bumped into each other, and with Bucky’s strength she fell back hard. 

People had started to crowd around as the woman went into painfully fake hysterics about how he had attacked her, and Bucky just stood there like a deer in headlights. Pushing through the crowd you run to him, grabbing the tray from his hands and setting it on a table. You take his hand in his, holding onto it tightly, and he leans into your touch to try to make his body as small as possible.

A hush settled over the crowd as the woman’s cries turned into whimpers when she realised she had an audience. “That thing just assaulted me! Did you see it? Doing this to a vulnerable woman!”

A few people murmured agreements to her accusations, and it only made your blood boil more. 

“Bucky is a person, not a thing,” All eyes turned on you, and you only stood taller to secure your confidence. “and he wouldn’t harm a fly. I’m sure this was all just some sort of accident.”

She scoffed as she was helped up to stand from a few bystanders. “He’s a criminal. He knows nothing but hurting people. Just look at that,” she gestured to Bucky’s metal arm that he was now trying to hide away behind his body. 

Just as you tried to defend Bucky, the crowd started getting rowdy again and you felt a tug on your hand. Looking back you see a mortified looking Bucky with glistening eyes. His voice is so weak you almost don’t catch what he says.

“Just leave it, Y/N. Please. I want to go home.” You nod quickly, fixing your bag over your shoulder and delivering the woman a scowl as you turn and practically run out of the mall together. You didn’t want to make a scene, because it always affects Bucky worse. 

The car ride is silent, you in the drivers’ seat and Bucky bouncing his knee beside you, eyes shifting around frantically. You sit in the parking lot of your apartment block for a while, Bucky’s head on your shoulder and your hand running through his hair softly as he finally lets himself go. You stay there until his shoulders ache and he can’t find anymore tears to cry. You hold him close as you walk to your apartment, and he sits on the bathroom counter as you run a warm bath. You drop in his favourite bath bomb, and that at least brings a smile to his face.

He finally begins to relax as he sinks into the warm water and you sit on the edge of the tub, treading your fingers through his hair gently. It’s quiet for a while, but both of your minds are loud. 

“I wish they would see you like I do.” Your voice cuts through the air like a knife. He sighs, shaking his head. 

“They never will. Why should they? I’m a monster.” Bucky sounds weak. He’s tired of living like this, scared that he’ll make one wrong move and his face will be plastered all over the news. 

“You’re not a monster, Buck.” You keep your voice steady. “You're the kindest, sweetest person I know. I don’t care about your past at all, and I… I love you.”

You weren’t planning to tell him you loved him for the first time, but it just seemed right in the moment.  He’s quiet for a while, and you begin to wonder if he actually heard you or has fallen asleep from the warm water and lavender. 

Bucky takes a deep breath before he speaks again. 

“I love you, too.”

You can’t control the smile that takes over your face and you lean forward, planting a kiss on his head. You hear him smile and he moves to see you. The water swishes as he moves. A wet hand cups your cheek and you lean into the touch, watching his eyes stare at your feet as he struggles to get his words out. 

“I love you so much it hurts. I wake up in the morning and see you laying beside me, and I know that I’m where I’m supposed to be. I just don’t want to screw it all up.” He finally meets your eyes. They’ve turned a stormy blue, and you can see all of his emotions swirling around them. 

You turn your head to the side and kiss the palm of his hand, your fingers still running through his hair gently. He leans in, the tension escaping his muscles. He sighs as he pulls away, resting his forehead on yours. You smile at him, pecking his nose quickly. 

“You could never mess this up. You’re my soulmate. Now, how about we have that ice cream now?” the two of you share a knowing smile. 

You squeal as Bucky pulls you in for a hug, both of you laughing as he soaks your clothes and peppers your face in kisses. 

-

“This is wrong, this is all wrong. I told you I should’ve worn a tie! Even Steve agreed with me on that one! I look so stupid wearing, why the hell am I wearing a leather jacket to meet your parents? Can we turn back? I’ll change quickly. Let me cut my hair. Is it too long?” Bucky pulls down the passenger mirror to inspect himself, his forehead creasing as he tries to perfect his already styled hair. 

You sigh as you reach over from the steering wheel and take his hand, bringing it over to kiss his knuckles gently. “You look great. It doesn’t matter what you wear. They’ll love you no matter what.”

He grumbles a disagreement as he sinks back in his seat, changing the song playing through the car radio until he finds a depressing song to play to match his mood. You had noticed he did that a lot after only a week of dating. Whenever he’s happy you will almost always hear Michael Jackson or Queen playing from wherever he is in the apartment, and he had downloaded Spotify’s Sad Songs for whenever he felt down. 

You reach over and change the song quickly, which earns a sharp look from him. You scoff, but you both know that it’s not malicious. “Calm down, Buck. You’re just nervous. We’re having a barbecue, not a fancy meal in a fancy restaurant.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I just don’t want them to hate me. Would you leave me if they hate me?” He sounds like what a sad puppy would if it were able to speak. Stopping at a red light, you turn your body to face him. 

“I love you, okay? Nobody will ever come between us, not even my parents. Just flash them that charming smile of yours and they’ll have you hooked.” He smiles bashfully at you, and you grin as you kiss him quickly. 

After that the ride is short and sweet to your parents’ home. Honestly, you didn’t know how they were going to react to Bucky. You hadn’t told them who he was specifically, just that he was your handsome boyfriend who you loved very much. They had always been accepting of whatever life choices you made, even when you decided to drop out of college. They just wanted you to be happy. And Bucky made you happy, so that means they should accept him. 

You held onto his hand tightly as you walked up the driveway, and before flashing him one last reassuring smile you knocked the door. The air was tense and time seemed to stretch as you waited for one of your parents to open up the door. Even you were becoming slightly nervous. 

The door handle jiggles before the door flies open, and you smile fondly at your mother standing in the doorway. Bucky smiles too, though it’s a nervous one. 

It had been so long since he had felt any parental love - he thinks about his family everyday - and as selfish as it sounds he was hoping he could use this as an opportunity to finally have a stable father figure in his life. From the stories he had heard from you, he decided you had lived the life he had always dreamed of. Family trips, game nights, going out for special meals together. Even just the little things, like how you called them every night to say goodnight. He craved stability in his life, and this may be one way he can achieve it. 

She looks between you both, the smile on her face fading the longer she looks at Bucky. Just as you open your mouth you see her eyes flit downwards - straight age Bucky’s metallic hand. He adjusts his hand to loosen his grip on yours and swallows dryly. A strangled gasp escaped her lips before she grabbed your empty hand roughly, tugging you inside and scrambling to lock the door behind you. 

“Y/N! What were you thinking, bringing that monster here!” She searched your face as if she was hoping to find bruises under your makeup, and your blood boiled. 

“What the hell?” You shouted at her. Reaching back you feel for the door handle, but she takes your hand in hers before you can. 

“Do you not watch the news? He’s dangerous.” She pulls away, staring at you like you were crazy. “Has he been lying to you?”

“I know exactly who he is mom-”

“Then it’s… it’s Stockholm Syndrome. I’ve read about that! I think I’m using that right.” she says. You scoff at how ridiculous she’s being, fully conscious of Bucky standing behind the door. She only frowns. 

“I can’t believe you’re doing this. That’s my boyfriend that you just locked outside.”

“Whatever’s you’re feeling isn’t love, honey. I’ve heard everything about him. Did you know he attacked some poor woman in a food court a few days ago?” There's a tinge of pity in her voice, and it only makes you more angry. 

“Oh my god,” you moan. “He is my boyfriend! That’s the James that I told you about! And you just slammed the door on his face and called him a monster.”

Her movements falter as realisation dawns on her face. She actually loves the monster, is what you assume she’s thinking. You turn and swing open the door, only to see Bucky seemingly frozen in place in shock and mortification. He just blinks and stares at you, and you just want to swaddle him up into a blanket and hold him close right on the spot. 

You reach your hand out for him, but he flinches back and stumbles down the steps. 

“Th-This is all wrong. I’m sorry. I knew I shouldn’t have come.” He sounds weak, like a child after being scolded.

He stands there looking lost, like he wants to run away and never come back but is also too scared to turn his back on you. He isn’t leaving you, just the situation. He doesn’t know what to do. Will you hate him for this? Are you angry that he isn’t standing up for himself? But he doesn’t want to shout what he wants to say. He wants to be calm. He’s learned how to be calm. How can he learn to be calm after everything he’s gone through, but no one else can?

Your dad comes to the door and you know things will only get worse. You step down to stand beside Bucky, holding his hand tightly. 

“Y/N, what’s going on here? Who is that man?” Your dad seems just as confused about the situation as you are. 

“Mom just- ugh. I can’t believe this is actually happening.” You didn’t want to cause a scene, just because of the sheer fact that your mom knows about what happened the other day so if one person sees this who knows what it will be escalated to in the media. 

“She ruined today. Today was supposed to be amazing and she messed it all up because she didn’t want to give Bucky a chance.” 

“Sweetie, look at him,” your mom began to defend herself. “Can you blame me? All I know is that he is a killer with an arm made of metal. He could hurt you!” 

“Like you are?” She stared back at you in shock. “You took one look at him and decided he was a monster. He’s a person just like us, and he deserves to be treated like one. I’m sorry, but I can’t stand here and allow you to treat him like that. I love him and he loves me, and that’s all that matters.”

Your dad calls on you as you storm to the car, but you don’t listen. Slamming the door behind you, you push your foot in the ignition and drive away as soon as Bucky gets in the car. 

Bucky doesn’t know what to do. Normally he knows how to help you, but he’s never seen you like this before. You’re shaking, and he doesn’t know if it’s from anger or fear. Fear that you’ve lost your parents? He’s so lost and feels terrible that he can’t help you. 

It takes about fifteen minutes for you to stop seeing red and finally slow down to the speed limit. It was like something else took over your body and you were watching from five feet away. Everything happened so quickly. What actually just happened. Are you in the wrong? Maybe you should’ve told them about him before. You don’t want to have to but you know you should have. Explain it. Him. Bucky. 

Looking over you see him half smiling patiently at you. He’s the one hurting right now, but he’s hiding it so he can be there for you. You don’t mean it, but the look he gives you when your lip trembles causes the floodgates to open. 

He manages to reach over to the wheel and guide the car off the side of the road when the road begins to get blurry from tears. 

“I’m so sorry, Bucky. I didn’t know she was going to do that. Never in a million years did I think she’d do that! She-she’s horrible and nasty and-”

“Y/N, please.” Bucky reaches out and holds your hand, his other reaching up to wipe the tears off of your face. “You don’t mean that.”

“But it’s still not okay.”

“I know it’s not,” he sighs. “I just thought they would be more like you.” He smiles weakly at you. 

“So did I.” You sniff as you lean over, resting your head against his shoulder. His lips instantly reach down to kiss your head gently. 

“Let’s leave it for now, and you can call in a few days. Maybe we can convince them to come around to me. I know you want them to like me.” Bucky’s voice doesn’t sound as hopeful as his words, but he wants this for you. You’ve always had a good relationship with your parents and he doesn’t want to be the reason it’s all messed up. He knows he’s not worth it. Well… yes, I am worth it, he forces himself to think. 

He knows his worth in this relationship. He knows he means so much to you. You mean the world to him. He hopes you know that. But he knows how much your parents mean to you, and he would never want to make you choose. That’s selfish of him. 

You look up at him and smile. “You know I love you, right?” 

He smiles back. “You tell me everyday.” He bends down, capturing your lips in a kiss. 

Bucky still had a long way to go with his recovery, but you made everyday easier. He couldn’t imagine his life without you anymore. You were the reason he got out of bed everyday, the reason he cared for himself, the reason he smiled. 

Who knew Godzilla could fall in love?

[kidney9-9]

Sweeter Than Sugar (Chapter 2)

Hey everyone! This is Part 2 of the mini series! Hope you guys enjoy! Bucky x Reader, featuring Sam. There will be another part coming out soon!

Warnings: swearing, lots of fluff, love-struck Bucky, little bit of embarrased Bucky and the tiniest mention of sex.

Word Count: 2.1k

Part 1

It’s been 6 wonderful months since you’ve made Bucky’s life a lot better. He’s turned into a smiling man ever since he’s met you. Bucky cannot imagine life without you. He knows he would be lost again, facing all his troubles all alone, going to missions without a care that he might die. He wouldn’t ever be in a state of pure happiness, or know what true love is. 

And Bucky has made your life better as well. He always supports you in every decision you make (except for the stupid ones), and his number one priority was to make you feel happy. You can imagine life without him, and well it seems pretty fucking bad. You would be stuck in New York with no real close people in your life, you’d be working extremely hard to make enough money for rent, and you would be a cat lady. You already are a cat lady though, with Bucky’s lil buddy.

Your first date (going to breakfast), ended up being very memorable. You were incredibly happy and Bucky was on cloud 9 during your first date together. 

The first date was to have breakfast and you and Bucky mostly flirted while eating. Well, you did most of the flirting while Bucky fidgeted in his seat, blushing. But after the flirting came to getting to know each other. 

Bucky told you some of his struggles, while you listened and comforted him. It was upsetting to hear how much he’s been through and how some people still never accepted him as a war victim. 

He listened to how you spoke of your past. You told him silly stories of you and your friends, explaining how you guys were basically the three musketeers of your high school. He loved every bit of this. He loved listening to everything, and he loved watching your expressions and his heart skipped so many beats when you placed your hand atop his metal one. 

After breakfast, you insisted on taking him to the ice rink, claiming it was your favorite place to go in NYC since you’ve moved here. The ice rink was a disaster (almost). 

The first thing to go wrong was the worker refused to give out skates to Bucky, claiming he would kill others with the blades on the ends. You jumped in, without even a second for Bucky to respond to the man, with “You shouldn’t be scared of him. You should be scared of me! I’ve already gotten the skates from you, and I’m pretty sure I can lean over to cut you right up in a nice dish of “fuck you”. How ‘bout you give him the skates, asshat?” 

That shocked both Bucky and the worker quite a bit. The worker was actually terrified of you now, not Bucky. He quickly handed over a pair of skates, and squeaked out “Please don’t hurt me!”. 

Bucky was pretty impressed and touched that you defended him. He gave you a quick bump on your shoulder, and passed a “Thank you”. You just shrugged and smiled with, “People shouldn’t act like that to you, sweetie.” His blush from that nickname instantly came on but he welcomed it.

The second disaster of the ice rink was actually a dangerous one. Bucky spotted a target he and Sam lost a few weeks ago. Bucky spit out a “gotta go” to you before skating off to the other side of the rink. You thought this meant he wanted to race you, and well, you followed behind him. 

Seeing you behind him startled him even more, but he had to catch this guy before he ran off again. Skating in front of the man, Bucky caught his arm fast, pulling the man down. 

You slowed down, watching this scene happen, and realizing Bucky didn’t mean to race you! You stood there for a second, watching the man try to fight Bucky off, not knowing what to do. But once you saw the man reach to his pants with his free arm, you skated closer, kicked his chest, pushing him completely down, with Bucky grabbing both of his arms now. 

“Woah! I knew you had a gun! That’s so crazy! Why would you pull out a gun in public like that? Just let my sweetie arrest you!” You screamed at the man. 

Bucky’s standing there, thinking, why did you go ahead and get involved? You could’ve been hurt! But you did help him there, Bucky was thankful for that. And hearing you call him “sweetie” again, oh my, did he feel conflicted! He’s blushing like a mad man, trying to appear tough in front of an actual mad man, and also extremely confused of why you jumped in! 

“Sorry doll, I’m gonna have to end this date, I have to take him in.” Bucky told you on the rink. Oh did he regret saying that! Your expression dropped and you took a step back with, “Okay, I understand.”. 

You really didn’t want this date to end all because of some lousy criminal. You wanted to spend more time with Bucky, he was so sweet to you this entire time. Bucky didn’t want to end it either! He really wanted to stay with you but had to leave. 

“I had a really good time with you, doll. I’m sorry this happened.” Bucky spoke, still holding onto the criminal. You sent a polite smile back at him and shrugged.

You really didn’t know how to respond but wow did Bucky look even more attractive (if that’s even possible), arresting someone. It made you really want to compliment him but that would be fucking awkward, with some random loser, watching both of you. 

So you decided to do the next best thing, skating towards him quickly and winking, “Thank you for the date sweetie. How about we skip the ice rink for the second one?”

Well did that shock Bucky once again! He really thought you wouldn’t want to even speak to him after that! So when you asked him out extremely smoothly, he swooned again. His frown was replaced with a shy smile, and of course he was blushing again. 

Wow, have you held this date up! His urge to flirt back was so strong, you were so incredible. He really needed to express how you resembled an angel, how you’ve been the greatest person he has interacted with since he made his way back into society. 

“Doll, I swear you’re sweeter than sugar. I’ll be waiting for our second date, see you soon Y/N.” He went to skate away, wowza is he embarrassed! He doesn’t know if what he just said was too cheesy but he needed to say it. 

Once you hear those words, your heart is pounding very hard! Wow that was so cute and sweet! Never in your life has a guy made you feel so happy like this, this fast. 

You skate fast to Bucky, pulling his hand back, and quickly lean in and place a small kiss on the corner of his lips. “Bye Bucky,” you smiled. 

Bucky is so surprised and all that is on his mind is well fuck that was so cute and he wanted to actually lean in and kiss you hard and long. And how red his face is because of this moment, well pretty sure he resembles a ripe tomato. 

--

Each date after the first always made you and Bucky fall farther in love with each other. By the fifth date you hinted at the idea of taking it to the next step very casually almost as if you were nonchalant about sex (you definently weren’t). 

And Bucky’s eyes bulged out of his head! His response came about a minute later, as he stared at you sipping the milkshake in your hands, “Yeah I’d like to taste some sugar.” Your eyes popped up, and mouth open, wow you didn’t see that coming! But it was pretty smooth to you, and you winked back and sent a sweet smile.

Around 3 months into the relationship, Bucky was walking through the hallways of the compound, thinking of you. How you and him had the sweetest moments and the silliest, cutest and loving moments. How everyday he woke up thinking of you and wishing you laid by him in the mornings, and spend the mornings drinking coffee with sugar, and spend the evenings with a dance and a kiss goodnight. 

Well shit.

Bucky already knew he was in love but now realizing how in love with you he was, he wanted you by his side day after day. He halted in the middle of the hallway rather abruptly with a silent “Fuck!”. 

Asking you to move in with him was a huge deal! He really had no idea how to ask and if it was too soon to ask but he did it anyway. The next time he saw you, he pulled you into a hug, slipping a spare key in your coat pocket. He never mentioned it at all for the next day, and his anxiety was rising and he was questioning himself.

Two days later, you called him to help you with “something”. Not sure what, he was nervous, and brought some coffee with sugar to share with you. 

“Hey sweetie! I got a rental to help move my stuff, can you help me move all this?” You said, giving him a quick kiss and pulling away to grab a box. 

Bucky’s brain went haywire. You really wanted to move in? He was wondering if this was just a dream. He felt like the luckiest and happiest man in the world at that moment. He swore he felt like he was soaring in the sky. 

Wow, you did this, you’re going to live with him! Fuck he forgot to clean his apartment! Bucky dropped the cups of coffee, and tugged you back into him, making you drop your box. Both of you laughed and smiled, laughed some more and kissed. 

-

By the sixth month of being together, Bucky felt he knew you for a whole lifetime. He would go to sleep smiling, and wake up smiling, happier than the day before when he saw you laying by him. 

You would sometimes wake up before him and smile and cuddle closer to him, and when he would wake up, you would tickle him and kiss him senseless. Who wouldn’t love that?

Sitting at the kitchen counter together, Bucky smiled before sipping his coffee, “Just how I love it. I love you, doll.” You smiled back and stood up, giving him a kiss on the cheek, “Love you too, sweetie.”.

That day, Bucky went to work repeating your words in his head. His smile wouldn’t fade, and he felt like he was bouncing on happiness. Sam noticed for sure, anyone would see how love-struck he was. 

Sam gave Bucky a small nod, “Hey, how’s everything going with Y/N?” Bucky gave a nod and smiled back. Bucky opened his mouth to respond and the first thing that came out was, “I’m gonna propose. Help me pick a ring?” Oops. Yeah, Bucky didn’t mean to spill it out immediately today but he 100% knew he was going to marry Y/N.

The look of shock appeared on Sam’s face but he replied quickly with, “Wait, seriously?” Bucky could only nod, he was nervous about Sam’s reaction, since Sam has become one of his closest friends. 

“Buck, count me in, congrats!” Sam cheered, pulling Bucky into a side hug, and quickly adding on, “When do you want to pick the ring?” 

That was something Bucky did not think about exactly. He knew exactly what ring he wanted and how to propose but he had no idea where to get it and when. 

The next day, after their mission, Bucky and Sam headed over to one of the jewellery stores. The worker nervously greeted them, and offered to show everything to them, but Bucky declined quickly. 

“I want a simple ring, diamond and all, but I want this ring to be engraved ‘Sweeter than Sugar’”. Bucky spoke confidently. Sam awed at his choice, punching his arm. Bucky shrugged him off with a scoff, “Back off, she’s going to love it.” Sam nodded and grinned back at him, chuckling lightly.

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[eloquent-music]

THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE: MUN & MUSE

Fill out & Repost ♥ This meme definitely favors Canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore and Lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multimuses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

Tagged by: @polyhexianchicken​

Tagging: anyone who wants to do it!! Just go ahead and say I tagged you

> Putting under a read more bc of the length <

MY MUSE IS.   canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless

* is your character popular in the fandom? YES/NO

* is your character considered hot™ in the fandom?  YES (from what i see from a lot of people in the fandom including myself)/ NO / IDK.

* is your character considered strong in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK.

* are they underrated?  YES ( I believe there’s more depth to him that some don’t see) / NO.

* were they relevant to the main story?  YES (Sorta?) / NO.

* were they relevant to the main character?  YES (Kinda sorta esp to Megatron) / NO

* are they widely known in their world?  YES / NO.

* how’s their reputation?  GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL.

HOW STRICTLY DO YOU FOLLOW CANON?

I try my best to follow canon as best as possible. I do put in my own twists here and there.  I have added things into his character have been shared later on through Tweets on Twitter from Jro and Milne. I take their portrayals and incorporate them into my Tarn. For example, Milne said that Tarn was Pharma’s new lover and they had a special relationship and since I’m weak for that pairing I really wanted to incorporate that in. Also Red doesn’t help we both feed into each other ilu <3  ALL IN ALL though, I do like to keep him canon and not too much off character to where he isn’t Tarn anymore. I want him to be Tarn not someone else

SELL YOUR MUSE! (aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutual.)

I could sell Tarn for hours and a few friends know this very personally. IM SORRY. ANYWAYS. Some may find what I love about Tarn to not what they like but it’s my opinion on him! So here goes.

I love his damaged nature (I’m sorry Tarn muse). I find his addictions interesting, even though they weren’t technically shown in the issues. It’s part of who he is from who he used to be (however they came about). I will always love his flaws and I enjoy showing those sides of him so be aware that I will show his addictive personality (through Transformation, Nuke abuse, and murderous tendencies).

Which brings me to... His murderous/torturous nature. We see killers a dime a dozen in the series but to be a leader of a torturous group? Like that’s pretty rad and completely different from a lot of other characters. Can you tell I like the baddies? sdifhoisdf This brings up this ONE side of him. He doesn’t like killing / taking part in the demises of SOME of their victims. Why? I think I may know the answer to that. Why does a mech like him want to advert his gaze while the others have their way with them. Talk about something deep we never got to understand that.

He has a soft spot for musical pieces, especially classical piano music. I love Chopin the most, so you’ll see me post that all the time!

He apparently loves pineapples and just I LOVE THAT SO MUCH UHG.

He’s a big tank with Daddy (Megatron) Issues! You gotta love it LOL  He’s got biolights literally everywhere. FLASHY

When he’s only around his team, he can be a little bit more calm even though he can drop it at the drop of a dime.

He’s a touch starved mech odifhsodif

NOW THE OPPOSITE! (list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?)

Even though I kinda sold him on this I thought I should mention it here too. I don’t think people find him interesting for how dark he is as a mech. Push aside everything and look at how purely evil he can be. He’s cruel. He’s torturous and very sadistic. He will thrive off of every little bit of pain you give him. He can be manipulative at times.

Tarn is a huge hypocrite. It shows so much throughout the comic issues if you really look at it. I show it a lot (he will deny it sometimes but don’t worry I know he’s one) Probably one of the biggest hypocrites in the whole 2005 IDW Series.

Tarn is easily-influenced and persuaded by certain situations (to not look weak) and mechs.

He is very easily angered from the smallest things.

He holds onto grudges

WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO RP YOUR MUSE?

I know I’ve been asked this before and when I’m asked again I forget the GOOD reasons why I was so inspired to write him so I hope i do okay this time around. Even though I know I will leave out the good shit. Idk why I just dont draft on what truly inspired me. Just watch, itll come a day later and I’ll add it in just wait and see

I started rp’ing him on here as soon as he debuted in the MTMTE series (i think it was back in 2013 or 2012?) I did kind of poof for a few years due to being so busy sdiufhs. Anyways, I fell instantly in love with his character. I loved his dark ways and how he was so drastically different of a villain. His musical tendencies. And how he could offline a mech with ONLY his voice? Like damn sing to me all day you Musical Angel. He is dark and mysterious. NOT TO MENTION, black and purple my favorite colors.

His design was flawless and MTMTE #7 sold me on who he was and from then on I just couldn’t stop loving this murderous tank. I love how Jro and Milne have come out later on to answer more questions about him and just I love him that much more. Looking back years later on it, I see a little bit of myself in him.  

WHAT KEEPS YOUR INSPIRATION

He’s pretty easy to flow out honestly. Just like my other muse I have. If he does struggle some, I just pop on some Chopin and he’s good to go. What really does keep me going more than anything is continuously exploring who he is as a mech and as a Decepticon. I want to know so much about him literally everything. Even though I could write headcanons all day and drabbles too, I love making him interact with others to find that personality.  It’s really just my never-ending curiosity for him.

SOME MORE PERSONAL QUESTIONS FOR THE MUN.

* do you think you give your character justice?  YES / NO. ( i hope I do! )

* do you frequently write headcanons?  YES / NO.

* do you sometimes write drabbles? YES / NO.  ( i love writing drabbles!!!)

* do you think a lot about your muse during the day? YES / NO.

* are you confident in your portrayal?   YES / NO.

* are you confident in your writing?  YES / NO. (Most of the time, I know sometimes I mess up and its honestly just me not seeing it for whatever reason. Im so sorry if my replies come through scattered sidfhfs)

* are you a sensitive person?  YES / NO. (Not really at all. I don’t get offended or anything but certain things can bug me)

DO YOU ACCEPT CRITICISM WELL ABOUT YOUR PORTRAYAL?

Only if its constructive criticism. I love it when friends bounce ideas or talk to me about him. I will take into consideration of changing him slightly from only my close friends and that’s because we’re close. I will not change my character for anyone because they don’t like how I portray him because he is my portrayal of him, not yours.

DO YOU LIKE QUESTIONS, WHICH HELP YOU EXPLORE YOUR CHARACTER?  

I love all the questions you all send him, either on anon or not. Even the most awful ones! Tarn may not like them but most I find absolutely hilarious. I think the more personal questions really help for exploring who he is or if I post drabble prompts, go ahead and send me one! Even if I dont send in one and you wanna know more about him I will try my best to respond to it.

IF SOMEONE DISAGREES TO A HEADCANON OF YOURS, DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY?  

This is a hit or miss question. I don’t really want to exactly know why unless if I ask you personally on it (which is usually just between close friends because sometimes I just aint thinkin straight). I don’t mind bouncing off ideas but ishdfoisdfh i really truly don’t know the answer to this one

IF SOMEONE REALLY HATES YOUR CHARACTER, HOW DO YOU TAKE IT?

I honestly don’t care. People won’t like every character out there and that’s just part of being human. I understand why people would hate his character in the series in all honesty. But I love him for all his flaws.

I don’t blame people for hating Tarn but I do not want hate sent to me. That is unacceptable and not okay. You don’t have to like my portrayal but please don’t shove it at me that’s just uncalled for. If your character hates him that’s totally different but don’t come attacking me for any reason.

DO YOU THINK YOU ARE EASY GOING AS A MUN?  

I think I am. I’m usually fairly quiet. But once you get to know me, I am kinda strong on the goofy/funny side and a bit blunt/straight-forward sdoifhodsf. I tend to be really easy going and laid back. My personality has drastically changed since I’ve gotten into my mid-20s. I don’t like drama and dont wanna be apart of it.

[elanska]

Miss not so sidekick - chapter 90

Latte is on her way down to reception room when she heard the tower inhabitants (mages) talking between themselves. The topic is about the guests that were forcibly escorted out by their tower lord.

now, I wouldn't want to say I'm judging  (from such casual conversation, no less!), so I'm gonna just straight up accuse them of being hikkikomori as well as *rarely* interacted with girls (some fandom long ago equates wizards with engineers* and I think that's tru LOLOLOL) *I think it's pratchett, but I cannot find the quote*

anyway Latte just realized that she might become nuisance if she's intruding right where they're doing clean up after the kois rampage (and you just think they're...well, the way they're flapping their mouth, is kyuut! Okay, once she married with bunny, i can totally see them raising a nice little doggy with 3 heads and let them chase the inhabitants a bit ('they need exercise!' 'who?' 'both!') *my bad, my bad, stop thinking psychopath thought*

Latte remembers back then in her old life when she was a poor teacher, swamped with works and still told to make coffee for some newly arrived guests (urk, relatable). So she just, climb the stairs back again to help gandalf

but! a mage already notice her!

and call her a name that even *more* humiliating than 'fairy'! (oh, Arwin will not like that, only he can humiliate....I meant make latte goes red with embarassment. and this is coming from his second-in-command? what is this betrayal??). Also, since it's super long and we can't exactly remember the order, we'll call it Arobrock-trying-to-give-a-clue-how-earthshaking-and-shattering-this-woman-is-to-the-tower's-future-*cough*theonlywomanyourtowerlordkidnappickpersonally*cough*and-may-very-well-lead-to-marriage*nudgenudgewinkwink*

since no way in hell i'm gonna copy paste all that, I'm gonna call it the *nudgenudgewinkwink* 'customer' (that's right, blame it to Arobrock, guys)

anyway, red and blue mage start bickering because dude, even with unorthodox naming convention on this manga, that's still waaaay /too/ long. Ohh, it's just a title and not real name? (can't fault them, what's with count whoyoufromwhere thingie, really) and can they mess the name order? yeah guys, blame Arobrock for that, have fun make mnemonics for that *phew* so glad I have my own clever way to shortened it as *nudgenudgewinkwink* 'customer'--> totally failed in history subjects

meanwhile, Latte who just listen them bickering over *nudgenudgewinkwink' 'customer' title just like, totally confused instead totally embarassed. Hmmm, this won't do, this won't do. Maybe it hasn't sink in yet since red and blue are busy bickering and bantering and yelling on top of their lungs. Totally playground kiddos. Th...this is the tower that sells expensive scrolls right? those scrolls are made by playground kiddie?

just as Latte still reeling from earth-shattering image, a guy that looks like he'll ace any history test approach and informing her that they had prepared the reception room and to please follow him. Latte, who starting to feel the weight of her 'super embarassing' title start lamenting 'Gandalf, why u forsaken me so' while red and blue still bickering about the super long title and red just kinda give up! I'll just shorten it instead (re...red, you'll never ace your history test that way! go invent some mnemonics or other memorization technique instead!)

meanwhile the history test!ace keep showing off his brain ability to recite Arobrock's test without scrolling up and copy-paste. We're kinda sitting on the fence on this Memoria guy. On one side, we know it's not his fault for being so brainy, but on other side, we have bitter memories of test failures even after cramming up all night. can you just, showing off your brain capacity in a more mage-ish way huh? like defeating a dragon or something? surely that's mage 101 or something right? why don't you try doing that instead keeping showing off how you'd ace a history test if there's one huh? ****oy, erm guys, our mind seems starting to take it personally, we should switch topic immediately****

Latte, our sweet girl and seemingly can read our mind, come to our rescue! she ask to shorten the ludicrous title (use *nudgenudgewinkwink* 'customer'!). Ace memoria were about to suggest something (is it better than our *nudgenudgewinkwink* 'customer'? nothing is better than our *nudgenudgewinkwink* 'customer'! ****uh guys, are we seriously competing with...? sshhhh, just hold on, we're just 3 pages away from finishing this chapter. let's hope she forget about this stupid rivalry next week****) when red and blue pops out and suggesting their own version (but of course, our *nudgenudgewinkwink* 'customer' is still better) and start bickering again which one is better (ours, of course!).

Show off trying to keep his calm but finally reveal his true colors about being a bad babysitter ***uwaaa, she's starting to personally attack just because he ace history test, I feel bad for that guy *munch popcorn***** we also seen how quick to anger and violence these kids are, my my, how unsightly, what have the teacher has been doing? ****uh, should we, uh, tell her that she's been attacking bunny also? are you crazy? I don't want to get involved**** *snaps fan* then show off start manhandling those brats with his hand instead magic, haaah, can we find some competent wizards here? preferrably someone that doesn't busy showin off how he ace their memory test ****oh god! she just went full condescending mother-in-law mode! I'm gonna go get psychopath division****

Memoria told the kids to be quiet and behave in front of orange tabby kitty since she's their bunny lord's guest. Hmmm, isn't it the other way around? since she already know bunny's violent psychopath tendencies, it should be okay, right, guys? *looks over* ***sigh, come here a bit, psychopath division***

continuing on, the kids asks if Latte come here to see bunny? but Memoria said that's not the case, their lord bring her here by himself.

And those two kids like, NO WAY! but....considering they're in first floor cleaning up this whole time and Latte come from floor *above* and Arwin is the only one that can teleporting in and out the Tower (which was warded specifically against that), it....it must be true???

and Latte still smiling without understanding how special is this uwu (especially because she made narration before about how Peridot and other girls are just ignored and left at the gate; hmmm, maybe because she's a customer and they're just stans? but Arwin-Arobrock conversation in chapter 23/24? before clearly remarked that he never shown any respect to customer. But suddenly he kidnap bringing one *by himself* to the tower? (kings usually summon people, not fetching them himself) what a special...ahem *nudgenudgewinkwink* 'customer'!). By the way, just want to note that Latte ribboned mane is so messy and cute.

Anyway, the kids recalling that there are somebody that try to pass herself as the tower lord's guest before. A princess from neighbouring country (dude, a princess...Arwin, you're one sinful bunny) aaaaaannnnnd, bunny gives ultimatum for her family to take her home immediately and beat the crap out of her if they didn't want to die (ummm, dude, Arwin, you're one violent murderous bunny)

**time for a bit of discussion, guys. Arwin will hit a girl?** **I say yea. he raised in slums. Latte almost get beaten just because she stepped on somebody's foot. no difference if you're a girl or a boy there, it's a gutter, remember?** **doesn't meant he will do it himself though? I meant, he's a wizard, he has other ways to punish people using magic** **but he's also has penchant for violence** **yeah, that slum background again. but would you prefer normal beating or getting blasted by magic?** **can we say the first one is reserved for normal people? (aside thugs that attacks physically we meant, they'll get beheaded)**we never see him specifically beating up girls though, what about his stans?** **sigh. when you're in slums. where kids killing each other for bread, d'ya think being a girl granted you some special privilege? like 10 kids fighting for bread and suddenly a girl appear and demand that bread is for her and they concede to be dead of hunger because a girl asks so? no way, girl is just people. Arwin will kill a girl-stan if they /dare/ to attack him** *oohhh, interesting, totally different from kenneth who suffers from his own stan** **well, Kenneth raised in society that minded their manners and girls by default are demure and lovely lil’ critter. slums is like, survival for the fittest, and somebody that thinks it's a good idea to turn your back to a female (that will be mostly have hidden weapon on themselves somewhere, since they still survive there, you know) winning darwin award** **oh-ho, then this princess?** **well, it's not like she's attacking him physically. But still, to be sneaky and entitled towards the TOWER LORD warrants a punishment, no? and it's annoying, and what if other people start claiming as well? need to discourage them. Also, it's annoying, so beating it is** **hey, you make it sound very psychopath. why he make the family doing it?** **parent's job to raise their children?** **if the parents involved, the kids likely less to repeat them again?** **also, there might be sick SM stans that enjoys being 'punished' specifically by tower lord** **WHAAAAAAAAA!! okay, let's stop there, stop there** **and therefore likely to repeat the offense** **i told you to stop dammit! continue on!**

back at the board, the kids expressing doubt if the princess’ parents really do beat their daughter. Apparently they send picture as proof (hmmm, bunny quite foolproof). Also, why the kids have iphone while their dad have that communication orb? (eh, the artist likely get creative, it's not like Latte really turned into Jojo everytime she do her gags. but we wondered if his orb having picture gallery/memory card and if it's full of Latte's pics **Arwin mentioned he would take record of Latte's crying in the alley and show it to her everytime they meet, so it's likely is** oh...oh yeah, we forgot about that)

Memoria complaint that the kids are too loud and he got his info directly from Arobrock so it's the fact. The kids accepts it readily since Arobrock is trustworthy fellow (OR IS HE?????). Red getting hey, he totally is! we respect this man that looks like grandpa even though he's younger than us (wait, you look no older than 16! how old are you, red?) blue then started smacking red for teasing cursed people (blue seems nicer guy, but how old are them seriously? also I forgot, but Bishot is confirmed to be 19, so there's still younger people than Arobrock (or or they didn't count Bishot since he's not there? hmmm, I just think red goes exaggerating and therefore getting beaten by blue though).

[inactive-revenge-may-vary]

Eff You, Mr. Eff - Part 1

The familiar sound of the front door quickly scanning and then allowing patrons to enter alerted Tenn to come from the security footage room upstairs. She had already set up the screens to broadcast each street from earlier yesterday into the current day at that exact time.

She waved from the top of the stairwell.

“Good to see that you all made it here safe. Brother Squee, Brother-in-Law Pep, and TAK are all on their way here. But in the meantime we can get started.”

She met them halfway down the stairs, she was in strategic soldier mode, her arms clasped behind her back and her head held high.

She gave small professional smiles to the two tall men and the red tentacled, dog-like creature.

“Everything is already set up for review.” She went on to list all of the streets up on the screen as she opened the door for them to come inside the security room.

“You can take your pick on which you’d like to station yourself to.”

“Down the line- There’s Grave Road, Maple Street, Obilivia Lane, Brighton Circle, Badger Road, Windhurst Lane, Aegis Street, Aligheri Street, and the Downtown area goes through a rapid cycle of certain areas, so that may become a bit disorienting, so just a warning in advance if you wish to take post there.”

Jhonen looked over the map. “Honestly I’ll go downtown. The city is there, and if Prince is like my Nny- most of his walks are through the city,” he said, looking over at the different stores and buildings in the area.

A beep at the door heralded the arrival of Tak.  “So what’s the set up?”  She paused.  “Actually, Squee and Pep are right behind me.  Wait a moment, would you?”

The duo came in, weary and cold.  

“Thanks for waiting, TAK.  Not like you could have held the door open.”

“She really couldn’t have - there’s bio-scans for each key card swipe.”

Pep grumbled.  He didn’t have to like it.  

“So what did we miss?”

Edgar continued, uninterrupted by the appearances. “I’ll take Grave Road, I trust that Jhonen and Tenn haven’t seen Nny personally, but Nny is fast and I’m sure things have been busy in their house anyway,” He stood in front of the screen where familiar houses stood in a row. Few cars went by.

Lil’ Shit shook their head.  

“Nᴏᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ.  Gʀᴀᴠᴇ Rᴏᴀᴅ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ᴀ ᴄᴏɪɴᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ, ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪᴛʏ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ.  I'ʟʟ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ ᴏɴ Pʀɪɴᴄᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴛ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ - I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ғᴇᴇʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ.“

“You misunderstand, Little Shit, was it? Edgar won’t be physically going anywhere. We’re just going to watch the screens.”

“No one will be going anywhere without a plan, okay?” She called over her shoulder as she went back to the top of the stairwell to wave the rest of the group in.

“We are up here,” she walked down to the middle of the stairs again, same militaristic stance as before, “TAK, Brother Pep, Brother Squee. Come with me.”

“Father Vee’s already surveying Downtown cameras, Edgar took Grave, and I still haven’t heard confirmation from Little Shit where they will be looking.”

“Maple, Oblivia,Brighton, Badger, Windhurst, Aegis, and Aligheri. Take your pick.”

“Let me know if you see anyone who looks like Nny. Sometimes cameras can skew appearances. Even if you see Nny at an earlier point of time, we still will benefit from that, retracing steps is important in this case.”

Jhonen nodded, concentrated on the screens. So far- he didn’t really see Nny….just a bunch of people walking around…he payed attention to each person who managed to pop up on the screen.

“I’ll take Maple.  It’s a major road, so the odds are high he’s gone down it at least the once, especially to leave the apartments.”

“We’ll take Aegis, Aligheri, and Windhurst - the amount of obfuscation that’s on those streets - it’s irrational to assign anyone else to them.”  

Squee nodded.  “Windhurst is the only street that ISN’T warped, but it rounds out the quadrant.”

Edgar had felt incredibly touched by Lil Shit’s offer of companionship. Although misguided, the fact that the service pet had even spoken up made him smile, “It’s alright, Lil Shit. I’ll be right here with you. Before any of us go anywhere we’ve gotta find Nny.”

Lil’ Shit looks to Edgar, still worried, but it dawns on them that A NEW PERSON, TENN, can hear them!  Despite the solemnity of the situation, their tail wags.

“Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴍᴇ?”

No.  Bad Lil Shit.  Concetrate.  Think about the options.  “…Bʀɪɢʜᴛᴏɴ Cɪʀᴄʟᴇ ɪs ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ʟᴀʀɢᴇ.  I'ᴍ sᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴘʟᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇʀᴀs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴʟʏ ʙᴇɴᴇғɪᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ INFINITE EYES.  I'ʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ Bʀɪɢʜᴛᴏɴ.”

Tenn loves dogs, of course being around five at once nearly twenty-four/ seven, so she smiles at Lil Shit wagging his tail.

She nods, albeit being a bit confused, it shows on her face, “Well a talking service pet doesn’t exactly faze me as much as any random person. I mean, you’re no stranger to my family and friends.”

“Good choices to you all. I wish you luck, I’ll be keeping an eye on the current monitors. I’ve set up an algorithm that should alert me should Nny appear in any current shot.”

Jhonen kept an eye out, Nny didn’t seem anywhere! However, what he noticed might have some clues of Prince’s whereabouts. In the camera feed, he noticed a pattern; a slight decrease in people. He saw people zoom by and then end up on the floor, knowing that Johnny was out there; the people on the floor were most likely dead. However, it’s tricky to catch, unless you really pay attention. So, Jhonen kept a watchful eye, hoping that the killer would pop out of the shadows.

Tak’s eyes widened, and she nearly moved her head to glance back at her adopted sister - but she restrained the impulse, never looking from her screen.

“Tenn, I couldn’t understand what Lil’ Shit said.  Never have been able to.  Squee, Pep, Dads, Todd, Edgar, Prince?  Yeah, they can.  I can’t.  Dib can’t -”  She cut off her trail of thought.  So how can YOU?

“Guys, I caught him going northwest from the apartments.”

Squee’s eyes widened in alarm, briefly glancing away from Windhurst to Tenn, then right back.  “Tenn- Tak- do you think it’s because of that THING that Tenn can hear them?  Also, still nothing on my end.”

“Nothing on mine.”

Edgar had barely ever interacted with Vasquez and Co., finding that seeing another Nny who was distinctly different from his Prince and also had been a source of much unintentional heartbreak wasn’t worth any get-togethers. He certainly hadn’t learned much about Jhonen’s alien daughter, Tenn, aside from when he gushed about her or Tak had mentioned something.

He was alarmed and quite frankly wary now that he knew Tenn could understand Lil Shit. It was just his nerves.

Instantly his attention was brought to the screen where he saw Nny come on screen, walking down the street. Edgar called for everyone’s attention. He watched as Nny seemed to pause near the old 777 and then… walk almost in a daze into the dilapidated shack.

He blinked almost non believing.

“He went into 777.”

Lil Shit was discomfited by the fact that Tenn could in fact hear them.  The rules regarding who COULD were pretty clear by now.  “I ᴍᴜsᴛ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛ, ɪᴛ’s sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴍᴇ.  Yᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ FEEL ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ sʏsᴛᴇᴍ… ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ DO ғᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ.  Sᴏʀᴛ ᴏғ.”

It dawned on them what Edgar had said. “Wᴀɪᴛ - ʏᴏᴜ sᴀᴡ Pʀɪɴᴄᴇ? Aᴛ- Aᴛ 777?”  Lil Shit shifted nervously.  “Oʜ ᴛʜɪs ɪsɴ'ᴛ ɢᴏᴏᴅ - ᴛʜɪs ɪsɴ'ᴛ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴛ ALL.”

Tenn didn’t have enough time to continue entertaining Lil Shit’s observation. She bolted over to Edgar’s station.

“That was recorded earlier today. Experience tells me that any Nny going to a 777 and not coming back out is not a good sign.”

Jhonen heard the commotion and went over to investigate. His eyes widened, he didn’t know Prince that well- but any Nny going into 777 was NOT good.

“Oh fuck.”

Tak bolted up, worry all over her face and demeanor.  “Edgar- He LEFT 777 for a REASON- the ghosts- they’re still there- aren’t they?”  Her eyes have nothing but fear in them - but not fear of Prince- fear FOR Prince.

“Fuck- Eff lead him there- and I hope I’m not right as to WHY - I’d rather the murders to what I fear.”

Pepito’s eyes widen.  “So for one: there are GHOSTS there. Two, they caused Prince to LEAVE 777, presumably for his safety.  And THREE: HE WENT BACK?” He gets out of his seat.

“WHY THE FUCK ARE WE STILL HERE?”

Squee nods. “Pep has a point - Prince is clearly in danger on two fronts.”

“Nny had told me when he was in the throes of the worst days of his life there were two doughboy entities. Obviously we know it’s the work of one. But there’s two different ones… one that he told me wanted to be alive and do things outside of Nny’s control and one that just wanted to end Nny and be set free of a physical presence. To serve a master. To serve whoever had a hold on Lil Shit… Judging by the circumstances.. that would make it be that it’s the former one… Mr. Eff. And I don’t think it’s fair to saw that he just went back. Obviously he was under some type of trance. We need a plan before we jump the gun, we have to expect the strangest and prepare for the worst.”

Tak shifted uncomfortably.  “I’m well aware of the… stranger things.  I saw the house when Lil Shit was a barely-uncontrollable BIG Shit.  …I’ve seen… some of the current situation, as well.”  She pauses, unsure of how much to say.  She glances to Jhonen.

“I’ll just say that I’ve seen an unmanageable Eff before.  We were lucky that the situation was what it was - both Jhonen and Nny.  It- we all would have died.” She goes silent.  “I’m scared.  I don’t think the way things went before will work again- not when Eff has the upper hand with territorial knowledge.”

“If you look in Prince’s post, there’s still parts of him there. He’s not entirely gone which can be used to our advantage. Obviously we all know Nny is incredibly strong and has only gotten stronger, despite the contrary being said by Eff. He’s holding on for us and he’s asking for help. However, I too fear that what TAK has done before might not be so effective.”

She looks to Jhonen, having only heard what happened with Nny and seeing the aftermath in the form of a scar, of course that was the work of Psychodoughboy and not Eff, but still, it was worrying to say the least. Tenn also knew some things, but just like Tak, she didn’t know what was in the open and what wasn’t.

Jhonen looked back at his daughter, and then spoke up.

“We should all be very cautious nevertheless, the last thing i’m sure we want is for Prince to cause harm to himself or others. We need a strategy, and a plan, so that we can approach the situation without getting too hysteric or too cruel. If we get out of line, it could get way more serious.”

Squee spoke up. “…Has nobody been looking at the newest post from Prince? ‘Into the house Johnny, It’s time to finish painting that wall.’ Lil’ Shit’s not IN the wall.  This seems like Eff’s getting revenge - or attempting to open a new cell that will never be created.”

“What does he have to gain then,” Edgar glanced in confusion to Squee.

“Just revenge? If a cell can’t be created… and there’s no master there… what is this thing’s end game? Could it really be that vengeful where it would just want Nny to kill for the sole purpose of… killing? He still kills.”

His brow furrows. “Unless.. Eff just wants us gone so that Nny is left with no-one… or even worse. Trap him in that house- isolate him until he’s right back where he started… In any case, Jhonen is right, we need to eradicate as many risks… and eliminate as much harm as possible.”

Lil Shit curls up.  This doesn’t sit right.  “Uɴғᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴀᴛᴇʟʏ - ᴛʜᴀᴛ’s… ᴛʜᴀᴛ’s ᴀ D-Bᴏʏ’s ᴍᴏᴅᴜs ᴏᴘᴇʀᴀɴᴅɪ.”

“Doughboys are predictable, that’s about the only thing we can expect from them. Is that they want one thing and that’s to have control over something, whether it’s to destroy or self-destruct.”

Tenn taps her chin. “We still don’t have a plan…I don’t know if fighting is the right way to go, but knowing the doughboys… how they work… how things like them can make people into someone they’re not-“ She gives another much shorter glance to Jhonen, “We might have to. But if anyone has any other ideas say it right now. We need to hurry though… whatever we come up with, we need to implement it soon.”

Jhonen doubted there was another solution to all this. Unfortunately, it seems the thing infecting prince wasn’t just gonna let go if you fucking asked! He stayed silent, unable to come up with any alternative solutions.

Tak stood up.  “I’ll go.”

“I went in when THAT happened.  I went in when Lil Shit wasn’t so little and was quite nearly unmanageable.  I- I need to.  I can fight him off, use the PAK legs to get him restrained, then use my implant.”  And pray it works.

“For me, failure is not an option.”

Squee could only bite his lip.  He’d go, if only in hopes that it would take Prince’s guard down to see ANY Squee there - but he knew that if things got BAD - it would be back to step 1 with his recovery.

“I can’t go.  But I’ll keep an eye on the monitors?” he said, ending it as a question.

Pepito looked to his side.  Of course - if it came down to blows and the worst situation came to pass - no.  He couldn’t let that happen, couldn’t let his Squee see that.  “I can see about boarding 777 off from the rest of the world for an hour or so - even then, that might be pushing what I can do,” he admitted.

“I’ll go too. I shouldn’t have let this go on so long and I should have been there in the first place. I need to see he’s at least a little okay and I want to be there for him when he… I want to be there for him,” Edgar finishes with a sigh.

Lil Shit manifests several tendrils ending in various sharp objects.  

“I ᴀʟsᴏ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴄᴛɪғʏ ᴛʜɪs.  I ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ I ᴀᴛᴇ ʜɪᴍ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜɪs ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ.  I ᴍᴜsᴛɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴅɪɢᴇsᴛᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴀs I ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ.”

Tenn gave a grim smile to the determined group, nodding.

“I would like to tag along, but only if I am needed. If there’s nothing I can do, or if you believe you have it covered then I won’t. I just want to help the best way I can.”

[renjihyuck]

flower wreath - zhong chenle

royal au-- prince!chenle who doesn’t want to marry a princess

warnings: i swear a lot! also jisung is an icon

his parents' kingdom wasn't very big

they ruled over a quaint little village, but they loved their people

almost as much as their son, chenle, did

he was a prince of the people

he adored them and they adored him

he would often take little walks through the village so he could talk to the villagers

it made him happy

on one of these walks, he met you

your parents were merchants

they mostly sold fruits, but you liked to make flower wreaths and sell those

one time, you sold one to a little girl and she put it on your head and said she was a princess, so you started selling them like that

it was during this interaction that chenle saw you for the first time

the cute little smile you gave the little girl made his heart flutter

he had to talk to you

so he did

you bowed, as you were supposed to, but he didn't like that

he wanted you to treat him like a regular person, not the prince that he was

"ah- uh- you don't have to do that..."

"??? yes i do"

"okay i mean like ... not with me you don't, like i'm giving you permission ... please get off the floor"

you got up, brushing off your dress and apologizing

"stop apologizing, you didn't do anything wrong-"

"sorry- i mean uh- right. can i help you with anything, prince?"

this whole prince thing wasn't really working for him

"what are these?"

he picked up one of your flower wreaths, turning it over in his hands

"it's a flower wreath. for your door or your head or whatever"

"my head?"

"yeah, it'd be like ... a crown ..."

your eyes trailed up to the crown on his head

"but you don't really need one, you know..."

he blinked

he brought his hand up and pulled off his crown, holding it out to you

"hold this."

ahhhh?

what if i drop it what if i drop it he'll Literally kill me oh no-

your hands were shaking, but you tightly gripped the crown

he put your wreath on his head, his eyes pointed at the sky in concentration

"do i look cute?"

he did

oh god, he looked so cute

you just wanted to pinch his lil cheeks and cry a bit

but he was the crown prince of your village and you wanted to keep your hand

"yes."

"you put this on"

he took his crown from your hands and placed it on your head gently

he moved his hands to cup your face, smiling down at you

"your neck might snap from the weight if i move my hands so :D"

he was probably right, it was pretty heavy

"you look cute though!"

and he did that thing where he like put his palms on your cheeks and like... Squished them

and that was your first interaction with prince chenle

if you think he didn't go back to his palace and find out who you were, you're very wrong

apparently there are a lot of Fruit Merchants in the village

but not that many with teenage daughters that liked to sell flower wreaths and smile at little girls and have cute little cheeks and get so flustered when he touched them--

oh no

he was supposed to marry a princess

and soon

he had thought about running away a lot, because all the princesses he met were mean and snobby and he wanted Real Love

the only reason he hadn't done it yet is bc he didn't want to leave his only best friend

his name was jisung and he was his nanny's son

nannies weren't usually supposed to have kids but chenle was happy that his did

he's also pretty sure that they're brothers ... but he keeps that theory to himself

anyway, jisung is the only person that chenle trusted with his little secret

"you're fucking stupid, chenle"

"you're fucking stupid, jisung"

"i'm not trying to run away and marry some girl i talked to ONCE"

"... i'm fucking stupid"

"i know"

jisung sighed

"just sneak out and pretend to be a villager and talk to her some more. i'll cover for you"

chenle gasped

his brother best friend was a genius

"THANK YOU SO MUCH YOU'RE THE BEST"

"get off of me, slime"

the next day, he followed jisung's plan

he snuck out of the palace and set off towards the village

but wait

he was dressed like a prince, just without a crown

expensive boy

he ran back into the palace

"yo...jisung...can i borrow some clothes..."

"you're fucking stupid."

he said, shoving some of his old clothes into chenle's hands

he had planned for this

the clothes were old, so they fit him pretty well

to the village!

you weren't at your parents' booth

oh no

he didn't plan for this

whatever, he could just ask your parents

was that weird?

yes

"hello. do you know where i could find your daughter?"

"she's probably in the woods, she spends most of her free time there"

your parents were really friendly

"thank you!"

and he was off

you were, in fact, in the woods

you liked to make your flower wreaths there; it was more peaceful

so there you were, making your wreaths

the sun was making you glow

it knocked the breath out of him

he cleared his throat, making you snap your head up

as he had hoped, you didn't seem to recognize him

"hi"

"...hey?"

"i'm chenle"

wait-- FUCK

oh no, i already ruined my plan bc i'm Fucking Stupid--

"oh, like the prince. makes sense, there are lots of kids named after him"

oh thank god-- there are people named after me?

a huge ego boost for him

he sat down across from you on the ground, not worried about getting dirt all over jisung's clothes

it was so easy to talk to you

your voice was so soft

he imagined that your laugh is the sound you would hear when you entered heaven

and you would glance up from your weaving sometimes and make eye contact and his heart would stop

your eyes were so piercing, yet so warm

he had never felt so at peace

the past 16 years were spent always running, whether it be through the village or through the palace or just his mind running, so this tranquility was new to him

and he loved it

soon enough, the sun was starting to come down

"ah, i guess i have to go home now"

you were sad too, you really enjoyed talking to this stranger

"you wanna come back tomorrow? i'm here most days. just not saturdays, i work with my parents on saturdays"

and that's how it all started

every day, he would put on some of jisung's clothes, leave the palace, and go see you

on saturdays, he would work with you

your parents loved him

it all seemed to fit perfectly

just like your hands seemed to fit each other's perfectly

until the fall, that is

as chenle's birthday got closer and closer, his thoughts of the future came more and more frequently

he didn't want to marry any of the princesses from other kingdoms

he wanted you

his princess

you wore crowns of flowers instead of gold, and your dresses came in neutral tones as opposed to bright pops of color, but he loved you all the same

and he had to make a choice

so he consulted his best friend

"you fucking idiot"

"STOP INSULTING ME TELL ME WHAT TO DO JSJSJSJ"

"do it. and take me with you! it'll be cool"

"y-you wanna leave?"

"i hate it here."

that was all he needed

if his best friend didn't want to be there, he wasn't going to make him stick around

the next day, jisung and chenle left, never to return

it was only wednesday, so you would be waiting for him in the woods, in the same spot

jisung was excited to meet you, he was ready to expose chenle

since he was coming clean today, he was wearing his regular princely attire

so seeing chenle, your chenle, coming towards you dressed in clothes you were sure were designer, was a little surprising

“chenle...what is this?"

"right. so i didn't tell you, but i'm...kinda the prince? well not really anymore, because we just ran away but UM yeah i was...the prince. and i talked to you that one time and i just wanted to talk to you more because you just seemed so fascinating and i had this urge to get closer to you so i dressed up in jisung's clothes-- this is jisung, by the way--and i came here. and over these past few months...you've showed me that there is so much more to life than what's in that village. and i..."

he sighed, his voice shaking

"and i love you. and i love the time we spend out here or the time that we spend with your parents. i left because i didn't want to marry any princess, i just want you."

he was talking faster now

"and i understand if you hate me now, i mean i kinda lied to you for months. but i promise you, everything i told you was real, and my feelings are real and i just-"

you did the only thing you could think to do to shut him up

you kissed him

did you know how? not really

but neither did he, so whatever

"i love you too."

a sigh

"you guys are fucking stupid"

"shut UP jisung"