#but I don't have enough time for that unfortunately

[librarygarten]

Saja Boys x Social Media Manager! Reader

The idea that these five somehow researched K-Pop and modern idol culture well enough to pull off their plan is hilarious. Jinu thinks "Save the Date" means an actual date, but understands how to manage an online fan club? I don't think so.

Jinu had come to an unfortunate realization… he was old. All of the Saja Boys were, really. Centuries in the demon realm were bound to make them a little out of touch with the times. Still, humans were predictable. They liked the same things over and over and over again. Heart throbs, cutesy guys, and the “perfect boyfriend”. All stereotypes they would use to bring the hunters to their knees and destroy the Honmoon. So why was social media so different!?

Jinu had studied the formulas, the algorithms, the statistics. It should have been easy to make a few posts about Saja Boys and leave the rest to sort itself out. But it wasn’t. He had even resorted to giving Romance control of their socials for a few hours before realizing what a horrible idea that was.

Which is what brought them to your office; a tiny little cubicle in an already cramped building. You were apparently some type of professional social media manager. The fact humans could be so obsessed with those silly accounts to need professionals to manage them was a ridiculous concept, but here they were, sitting in folding chairs that were honestly a little too small, finishing up the paper work to hire you to take control of the Saja Boys socials.

“That should about wrap things up.” You scan over the document one last time, noting the various members' names, the platforms, the follower numbers. You had to respect the hustle, at the very least. These guys only had one song out and they were milking it for all the publicity they could. They didn’t even have a manager as far as you could tell.

“Alright, then,” you open your phone and begin scrolling through your notes. “Based on how hard it was to find literally any information about you, I’m going to assume you’ve all already deleted any previous socials you had? Because stuff you said ten years ago can and will be dug up and used to cancel you if someone finds a reason to.”

“Oh, we didn’t have social media before. We should be good on that front,” Jinu smiles. That, you could believe. The posts on the Saja Boys official account were all… pretty dry. They read like something your grandpa would post, not the announcements for a hip new boy band's public appearances.

“Great. Starting from scratch,” you swipe through your phone some more, pulling up the pages you had prepared. “I’m gonna get each of you set up with your own accounts. People love it when they think famous people interact with them online. I assume you are all going for the obvious K-Pop stereotypes for mass appeal?”

“What?” Jinu looks a bit taken aback. The other four share looks of concern.

“You know, the common types of K-Pop idols that fans like?” You explain.

Five blank faces look back at you (well, four blank faces and one mass of bangs). You sigh.

“Perfect boyfriend, edgy guy, romantic, fan service,” you point to each Saja in turn, “And that dude’s literally named Baby. Either you guys are marketing geniuses or somehow fumbled your way into becoming the perfect boy band archetypes.”

There is a long pause.

You look at Jinu. Jinu looks at Romance. Romance looks at Abby. Abby looks at Mystery. Mystery just kind of sits there. Baby side-eyes you.

You are beginning to question if you should have taken this contract.

It’s Romance that saves you all.

“Exactly!” He smirks as he leans closer to you, resting his elbows on your desk. “My, aren’t you perceptive~.”

“That’s literally my job,” you say, pushing down the urge to gag. If he was going to be this insufferable the whole time you worked with the group, you might not be able to stop yourself from punching him.

“Glad to see we hired a professional,” Abby stretches as he speaks, the buttons of his frankly hideous Hawaiian shirt threatening to pop off. You wince, not looking up. Professional was a generous term. You had never worked with anyone even close to this famous. It was mostly businesses wanting to advertise or misguided twenty-somethings convinced they were going to become famous influencers. Why the Saja Boys had decided to use your services instead of a more well-known social media manager with experience in K-Pop idols was beyond you. Sure, you were significantly cheaper, but they should have been able to afford someone better, even with just the profits from Soda Pop.

“Yeah, sure,” you keep your eyes on your screen. If you were paying attention to him, you would see Abby visibly deflate ever so slightly.

“So sorry about them,” Jinu chuckles nervously and grabs Romance and Abby by the back of their necks, trying to force them into an apologetic bow. Unfortunately, because they're sitting down, he actually just ends up smashing their faces against their knees. “They’re not usually this…”

“Weird?” You finish the sentence for him. Baby scoffs. Or maybe it was a laugh. You can’t really tell. “It’s fine. I’ve dealt with worse. Now can we get to actually designing your accounts?”

“Of course!” Jinu releases Abby and Romance, who shoot him dirty looks before resuming their usual photogenic expressions.

Setting up their accounts was more trouble than it should have been. Apparently, none of them had phones. Or computers. Or internet access. None of them seemed to have any hobbies or interests you could put in their bios, and there was an uncomfortably long silence when you asked for their ages. Thankfully, making their fan club page was easy. A few pictures of the boys, a new color scheme, and a couple rephrased posts were all it took to make it match the aesthetic they were going for. Over the next week, you watched as the follower numbers steadily climbed, from a few thousand to over 50 million.

Then the Idol Awards happened.

“You should have led with the demon bit,” is the first thing you say when you see the Saja Boys again. Three of them were huddled in your office with the hoods of their jackets pulled low over their faces.

“We should have… what?” Romance furrows his eyebrows. He hasn't changed much from how he looked last week, bright pink locks sticking out from under his hood at odd angles. You're unsure how well his jacket will hide him from the public. 

“I get the whole scheme was to get fans with Soda Pop, but I'm pretty sure that plan would have taken less time if you just used Your Idol right off the bat,” you explain as you scroll through #sajaboys posts on your phone.

“You're taking the whole demon thing surprisingly well,” Mystery hums. His bangs still hang over half his face, but he's at least changed his hair from greyish-purple to black.

“What can I say, I'm a professional,” you grin.

“Why did you want to meet again? We're not exactly trying to draw attention at the moment,” Baby grimaces. His hair is also black now, and his oversized sweater is nowhere to be seen. His entire body posture had also changed. Instead of kicking his feet back and forth like a child, his sneakers were firmly planted on the floor, elbows resting on his thighs. He seemed more comfortable, you thought. This look suited him better.

“Why not?” You tip your head to the side, confused.

“Did you miss the part where we tried to feed a stadium's worth of people to a demon lord last week?” Baby scoffs.

“I did not. Nor did your fans,” you smile, “The concert is still trending across most social media platforms.”

“Wait, we're trending?” Romance gasps. “I thought the hunters made up some story about us being a fake band they had pretended to fight for their ‘new single’.”

“They did. And most people believe it,” you chuckle. Hunr/x’s social team had gone above and beyond doing damage control after their public breakup and reunion. According to them, the Saja Boys had been an industry plant for the Huntr/x girls to have fake beef with while Rumi’s voice recovered. You would probably believe it, too, if you hadn't been managing the Saja Boys’ socials. Even in your limited time with them, you had noticed more than a few oddities. They were kind of garbage at pretending to be human for extended periods of time, if you were being honest. You’re shocked you didn’t figure it out earlier.

“Then why are people still talking about us? We passed three trash cans full of our merch on the way here,” Baby raises an eyebrow and jabs his thumb over his shoulder to emphasize the point.

“Well, to put it bluntly, people thought your performance was hot,” you try to say with a straight face. You're glad Abby wasn't here to hear it. He didn't need a bigger ego.

“Hot!? We were trying to-!”

“Shhh!” Baby shushes Romance, then raises his head to glance over the walls of your cubicle. “Not so loud!”

“I am well aware of the circumstances,” you sigh, then turn your computer screen around to show them. “Here, just take a look at some of these posts. You'll understand.”

“‘That Saja Boys concert was so good I gave them a standing… ovulation’...?” Mystery reads the post off your screen, confused. “Do they mean ovation?”

“No,” you shake your head. The small bit of Mystery's face you can see turns bright pink. Baby leans over the desk to get a better look.

“‘His name may be Baby but I think Daddy suits him better’?” Baby reads the post with furrowed brows, slightly pausing between each word as if he's afraid to keep going. “What the hell is this?”

“Your fans. The entire internet is full of posts like these,” you explain, turning the screen back to its proper position. You read a few more posts “‘I'll let Abby be my sanctuary any day’, ‘Why are Baby's fingers so long all of a sudden. Not that I'm complaining’, and… actually I don't think I can legally read this last one out loud but you get the point.”

“We’re popular. So what,” Baby frowns. “We’re not the Saja Boys. That was never real.”

“Yes. You also never paid me,” you tap the contract on your desk with the tip of your pen, particularly the part where they agreed to pay you. It wasn’t a lot, but it would have paid the bills for a while. “So I have a vested interest in making sure you stay popular long enough to fulfill that obligation.”

“We’re not very liquid right now,” Mystery grimaces. You briefly wonder where they were staying. If they were from hell or wherever demons came from, you doubt they had a real place to live. Perhaps they pulled some demon magic shenanigans to get an apartment?

“Yeah,” Romance scans over the contract. He hadn’t actually bothered to read it last time. “Jinu took care of all that stuff.”

“And where is he?” You ask. You had been able to find the three demons before you through a combination of social media stalking, favors from friends, and sheer determination, but Jinu and Abby seemed to have disappeared completely after their concert the night of the Idol Awards.

“Pretty sure he gave his soul to that hunter,” Baby scoffs. He seemed personally offended.

You bury your face in your hands. If you wanted to get paid, you had some phone calls to make.

[hard-core-super-star]

starlight in your eyes [W.Maximoff]

pairing: baker!wanda x college student!reader

summary: it takes some coaxing but after countless stolen glances and brief makeout sessions, you and wanda take the next step in your blossoming relationship.

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! -> porn with lots of feelings and a bit of plot; legal age gap; soft sex; bottom!wanda; makeout sessions; the mommy kink is implied this time; nipple play [wanda has sensitive boobs and i will die on this hill]; do wanda's boobs need their own warning?; oral; so much teasing; brief mentions of insecurities; worldbuilding aka me throwing in agatha because i could; not proofread so there's probably more but i forgot

wordcount: 3.4k

a/n: HI! this is officially the last part of my baker!wanda series FOR NOW. i'll probably come back to it at some point because i love this AU but for now, this will be the end. i had a lot of fun with this so thank you guys for supporting the series and my random fic ideas. hope you enjoy <3

part one | part two | part three |

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If someone had tried to tell you months ago that you'd be spending more time in Westview, New Jersey than New York, you would have called them an idiot and went on with your day.

Unfortunately, the universe has quite a wicked sense of humor. Not that you're complaining since that sense of humor earned you a relationship with the hottest café owner in town.

As strange as it was, you found yourself settling into a nice routine with Wanda. Sure, she still tried to keep you as far away as possible from all the neighborhood gossip, but you found yourself caring less and less every day. Especially when at night, you were wrapped up in her arms, blissfully unaware of the rest of the world.

Despite the rumors and the constant eyes watching your every move, being with the older woman is easy. Comforting in a way you hadn't expected.

She's as sweet as the pastries that litter the stands at the bakery and far more patient with people than she should be. Then again, no one in Westview has ever been accused of understanding social cues too well. Agatha seems to be the only exception and you can't say you don't enjoy when she comes in to talk shit about her neighbors and the people who love flirting with her wife.

You wouldn't call it normal, not by most people's standards, but it's home.

The only thing close to a problem is Wanda's sweetness stopping her from being truly intimate with you. It's not like you want her to tie you up in her basement or anything (at least not yet), but you do want something more than simple makeout sessions after closing hours.

The last thing you want to do is complain, though. Especially when the older woman's sweetness is one of your favorite things about her. She's always so quick to praise you for the simplest things, to reassure you that she wants each and every part of you, to kiss away any insecurity that might arise after a long day of overthinking.

It feels unfair to ask her to reign in her sweetness long enough for her to push you against a wall and have her way with you.

That doesn't stop you from finding other ways to look for what you want, though.

Of course, the cafe doesn't really offer the best spaces for the kind of convincing you needed to do but that doesn't stop you from trying. And from enjoying it.

It's not like you can help it, Wanda looks far too good behind that counter, her signature flannel poking out from beneath the red apron she keeps surprisingly clean. It doesn't help that she's started curling her hair again, the waves bouncing every time she laughs while making conversation with a customer.

Even though you're trying to keep things between the two of you as low-key and private as possible, you can't really control your eyes or the way they give you away so easily. It should worry you on some level, you know that, but the only thing that matters to you is the smirk that curls on the older woman's lips.

It's almost predictable.

The way she pretends to check what pastries to restock while throwing glances your way, the weird little hand motion she does to let the cashiers know she'll be going into the back, that last look she throws your way as she disappears. You're not too sure when it became a routine, probably at some point before your first date, but you're not complaining.

You're pretty sure Billy (affectionally called Teen by Agatha to keep him separate from Wanda's son Billy) knows exactly why you always offer to help Wanda when she's back there, considering the little smile he sends your way. He hasn't said anything to anyone, though, so you figure he must be on your side.

Usually, he even throws excuses your way, telling everyone you're running errands for him in the back so he doesn't have to leave the register during rush hour. You're not sure anyone actually believes the two of you, but you are sure you've heard Agatha shutting down anyone who dares question it.

It's strange how easily you've gotten used to the routine. How at home you feel around people you spent so long avoiding. How happy you are to stay for once.

Without a second thought, you get up from your claimed booth and make your way to the back of the café where you know Wanda is waiting for you. You ignore the look Billy throws your way, but don't miss the way he makes small talk with the baristas so they don't pay attention to you.

It's impossible to hide your grin as you go and seeing Wanda at her cute little baking station only makes it widen. "How're things going in here?"

"Same old," she replies with a grin of her own.

As silly as her response is, it brings a giggle out of you and you easily cross the space between you. "Anything for me to sample?"

"You know, as much as I like having you around, I would like to have products to sell." Her teasing tone is paired with a playful glare that makes you roll your eyes.

"Oh but that's so boring," you say, jumping onto the counter next to her.

Wanda doesn't reply, but she does hand you a freshly baked croissant while she continues decorating a batch of cookies. While it was technically a joke, you're not about to pass up free pastries and a beautiful view.

You sit there for a while, simply watching her work and enjoying being close to her. It helps that every few minutes, she leans over to give you a brief kiss.

It feels like an eternity, but eventually, she finishes her work and her attention goes back to you. She slides in between your legs with a smile, her hands gripping your thighs as she moves closer. You don't even give her a chance to tease you, instead leaning in to kiss her.

Her chuckle is muffled by your lips and your arms slip around her neck to pull her body in toward you. It's not like there's much space left and yet here you are, trying to wrap yourself around her completely.

She doesn't seem to mind, though, considering her grip on you.

Her fingers roam up and down your thighs, leaving trails of electricity everywhere they go. It's almost subconscious, the way she can't seem to stop touching you, wandering, finding every spot that makes you tremble against her. You can't say she doesn't know what she's doing, but you assume she's not doing it on purpose. At least not completely.

That doesn't stop you from taking advantage of the moment, though.

Your hands move to cup her face, thumbs drawing circles on her jawline as you chase her lips every time she moves away. You're cheating, of course, because if she can't stop kissing you, then she can't think about what her hands are doing, which only benefits you.

Wanda catches on far too quickly for your taste, though. Her hands move to tangle in your hair and before you know it, she's pulling you back, a pitiful sound escaping you at the sting it creates. "Don't think I don't know what you're doing."

Even though you've been caught, you still try to deflect. "I'm not doing anything."

She shakes her head at you, dark green eyes staring you down. "Right, because you haven't been trying to do this exact same thing all week."

"Is making out with my gorgeous girlfriend such a crime?"

"I guess not…" She trails off with a grin. "You just don't know what you're getting into, darling."

That makes you giggle. "Me? I think you're underestimating me, Wands."

All she does is roll her eyes, but you don't miss the way her cheeks flush at your suggestive tone. "Right, well, either way, we can't do that here."

"I know, I know." You pout at her until she relents and kisses you again.

Even though you want to press, ask questions that you know will get you in trouble, you decide against pushing her. As desperate as you might be, you don't want to rush her. She's always working so hard, running around doing everything she can to help the people in her life, always taking care of everyone except herself. Is it really so bad that you want to flip the script on her just once?

Despite how difficult it is to control yourself, you manage to behave for the rest of the day, choosing to actually help her with decorating the pastries instead of simply begging her for kisses every few minutes. The next days are too busy for you to bring up the subject again so you assume that will be the end of it.

At least until the weekend comes around and Vision takes the twins, leaving Wanda with a lot of time to waste. Almost as if you planned it (which you technically did if manifestation counts), your parents leave on a short vacation. With no expectation or lingering guilt, the two of you are able to actually relax for once.

There's no need to be constantly looking over your shoulder, no tangled web of lies to cover your tracks. Nothing but each other and an empty house all to yourselves.

You even manage to convince her to close the bakery early and take the night off to relax. And okay, maybe your version of convincing involved pinning her against a counter and kissing her until she couldn't think straight but that's neither here nor there.

What matters now is that the of you are in her living room, sharing a bottle of wine and the biggest pot of pasta you've ever seen the older woman make. She can be a bit of a compulsive cooker sometimes, you've learned. Not that you mind, that just means more leftovers for you.

Wanda's arm wraps around your shoulders as she leans against you, her lips finding your temple. It's a sweet gesture, you can't ignore the way her free hand caresses your thigh. "This is nice."

You giggle, fingers tracing the back of her hand. "The food or the wine?"

"The company," she corrects with a soft tut. "I've missed having you to myself like this."

"You always have me to yourself," you point out as you turn your head to look at her. "I'm all yours."

"That's true, but it's not quite the same, is it?"

Before you can reply, she's leaning in to kiss you. You don't mind, of course, because her lips taste far sweeter than any petty victory over her. And between the privacy and the wine lingering on your tongues, you're able to get as carried away as you want.

So, it's really no surprise that your hands start reaching out for her, pulling her closer and closer until she ends up on your lap. You're not too sure how that happens, all you know is your hands are on her hips, guiding her against you and you're fighting the burning in your lungs to keep your lips pressed together.

Wanda's hands tangle in your hair before you know it, she's pulling you away from her and drawing a whine from your chest. "Someone's getting greedy."

"Can't help it," you reply, breathless and desperate for more. "I want to make you feel good."

Your words make her pause. Her eyes widen the slightest bit and the smirk on her face fades just as quickly as it came. For a moment, she's actually…shy. Nervous in that way that makes you want to pick her up and spin her around until she smiles again and forgets about her insecurities.

"Is that right?" She tries to bring the confidence back to her voice, but she falls a little flat. Not that you mind. Every version of her is one you can't help but admire. "You want to touch me?"

You nod instantly, balancing between trying be assertive and wanting to let her do whatever she wants with you. "Yes, please. Let me take care of you."

"You're far too sweet," she says with a shake of her head. "I like caring for you, I don't need anything in return."

Her words only make you more desperate to give her the care she deserves. The kind she probably hasn't been given in…a long time. Sure, you don't know the details of what her relationship with her ex-husband was like but you also don't think you'd be wrong for guessing he didn't worship her like she deserves.

"It's not like that," you assure her, your hands on her hips moving up to caress her sides. "I'm not doing it because I think I have to. I want to do it. Please."

While her face softens, she still doesn't let up. Thankfully, she allows the truth to slip out, letting you in. "I…I don't want you to regret it."

Her words slowly click into place in your brain. Sometimes, you hate always being right.

"Wanda, I could never regret anything about being with you." Your hands move to cup her face. While you hate the thought of her ever feeling insecure about herself, you can't say you dislike the vulnerability she shows. And the trust it represents. "You're who I want to be with, no matter what."

This time, you finally get through. You see it in the way she sighs, her shoulders slumping forward as she leans into you. "You're so stubborn."

"Only when it comes to you," you say with a grin.

She rolls her eyes, but still leans in to kiss you. Despite your usual impatience, you don't rush. You let her lead, let her go at her own pace until the atmosphere you'd built earlier comes back. Until you're panting into each other's mouths and chasing whatever little friction you can get.

It's hard to stay so patient when she moans into the kiss, her hips rolling until she's practically grinding against your lap. You're still determined to take your time despite the fire that starts in your lower belly.

"Wanda," you whisper as you force yourself to pull away from her lips. "Do you trust me?"

When she mumbles her response, a breathless "yes" that sends shivers down your spine, you grab hold of her hips again and maneuver her onto the couch. You're pretty sure you knock over the forgotten wine bottle, but you don't give a shit. All you care about is finally giving her the pleasure she deserves.

"Someone's eager."

"Shut up," you respond as you move to hover over her, loving the sharp little gasp she lets out. "You're letting me take over, right?"

"Right," she agrees.

"Then don't tease me."

She tries to chuckle, but your hands move beneath her shirt and the noise dies in her throat. Your mind zeros in on her, completely set on doing everything you can to make her let out more of those sounds. To make her let go completely until she can't even remember her name.

Your fingers trace her sides, mapping out the curve of her waist and the softness of her stomach. Her back arches into you and you lean down to pepper kisses along her jaw. "You're gorgeous."

Wanda doesn't reply but her hands move to the hem of her shirt. You see the move for what it is: an invitation you don't dare refuse.

Your hands join hers and you help her remove her shirt. The red lacy bra she's wearing makes your mouth water and you fight against the urge to simply rip it off.

Instead, you move your kisses down her neck and to her chest. Your hands continue roaming her body, caressing her skin and committing every detail to memory.

They slide behind her back as your lips move across the top of her breasts and before you can stop yourself, your fingers undo her bra. You don't move to take it off just yet, though, allowing the anticipation to build in the air…and between your legs.

"y/n," she whispers. "Don't be a tease."

You know she's just throwing your words back at you, but you still smirk to yourself, lips pressed against her warm skin. "I'm not, I'm just taking my time."

The sound she lets out borders so close to a whine that it makes your heart stop for a second. You never thought one person could be so beautiful and yet here she is.

Your head lifts long enough to take in the blush on her cheeks…and to slide the rest of her bra off. Even though you want to be respectful, your eyes instantly move down to her newly exposed skin. No amount of words could explain how ethereal you find her so you don't even try to find them.

You simply go back to worshipping her with your mouth.

Quickly, you learn how sensitive her chest it. One of her hands tangles in your hair as she trembles beneath you, her voice strained from the sudden pleasure. You're sure you'll never get tired of hearing how she moans for you.

"Fuck," she groans, hips shifting every which way. "You're driving me crazy."

"Is that why you're acting so desperate?" You ask, hands finding the zipper of her jeans.

Whatever her response might have been fades into nothing when your lips wrap firmly around one of her nipples. You simply enjoy her reactions for a few moments before going back to undoing her jeans.

It's a bit of a struggle since you're so focused on her chest, but you manage to get rid of the rest of her clothes. Once she's finally naked, you don't waste any time and allow your lips to trail a path down to her core.

Your fingers replace your tongue on her nipples and you tease and pinch them just to keep her guessing. Nothing could distract you from your mission, though, and you use your free hand to guide her legs over your shoulders. Your eyes flicker up just to take in the flushed look on her face and the little noises that leave her parted lips.

The anticipation builds for a few seconds before your mouth goes back to the task at hand. Your tongue darts out to taste her and you moan into her heat. If your mouth wasn't so busy, you might have teased her about wet she already is.

You don't dare move away just yet so you let your fingers tease her by tugging on her nipples.

You're rewarded with a whine and you instantly wrap your lips around her swollen clit in hopes of hearing it again. And you do.

Because despite her earlier hesitation, Wanda is incredibly loud. And you love every second of drawing out her whines and whimpers.

"y/n," she says, thighs tensing on each side of your head. "Wait, wait, I can't-"

You're about to ask what she means, but your tongue is circling her clit and before you can even think to move away, you feel it.

Wanda cums.

Suddenly and harshly and with the most breathless moan you've ever heard.

Even the shock isn't enough to get through to you. She feels incredible against you and despite how soaked your chin is, you can't bring yourself to stop. You need her more than you need to breathe.

You don't stop until Wanda tugs on your hair hard enough for you to come back to reality. A reality where she's shaking and spent underneath you.

"Sorry," you mumble with a grin. "I got carried away."

"I noticed," she replies. "It's just…been a while and I need a break."

You nod and shift until you're lying on top of her, your head tucked into the crook of her neck. "Take your time, I'm right here."

Her arms wrap around your waist and a kiss falls onto the top of your head. "I know, darling."

In that moment, in the comfortable silence that lingers, you realize just how true your words are. Just how willing you are to stay. To stop running from Westview and all its ghosts.

Somehow, despite how badly you'd wanted to leave your hometown all your life, you found love in the sunlit corner booth of Wanda's bakery.

And you'd be a fool to let her go.

[dex0s]

PART FOUR OF WELCOME BACK AUTHOR

YAN! KPDH x GN reader

Chapter 1, <<<< back Chapter 2 (Here) >>>> Chapter 3

(A/N) I forgot to mention that the reason behind the lateness is one vacation (I got sunburned and no longer look a light skin) and two I have been finishing the other parts which are come very soon. Antways enjoy.

WARNINGS: (NONE) for now PS: reader looks/singer like miku but doesn't act like her.

WORD COUNT: 2K+

Walking out of the plane, you stretch your arms high above your head, feeling the satisfying pop of your joints after sitting cramped for two hours straight. A loud yawn escapes your mouth before you even try to suppress it. The airport is busy, the air buzzing with the chatter of travelers, the squeaking of suitcase wheels, and the distant calls over the intercom.

"I'm so hungry," you mutter, rubbing your stomach dramatically. "Who was the genius that decided not to pack snacks for the flight?"

You turn around as you walk, scanning the line of disembarking passengers/your co-workers until you spot him. Rual, slowly making his way down the plane's narrow aisle. He's still glued to his tablet, eyes flicking across the screen as if whatever he's reading is way more important than basic human needs.

Finally stepping off the plane, he looks up, locking eyes with you. His expression is flat, one eyebrow raised, mouth set in a line so straight it might as well be drawn with a ruler. The look he gives you is filled with judgment and disbelief, as if you've just asked whether the Earth is flat.

"(Y/N)... You," he says with deliberate emphasis, "and I quote, said: 'I don't need snacks. It's only a two-hour flight.'"

You blink at him, your lips parting as if you're about to argue. But then your brain replays that memory, and, unfortunately for your pride, it's accurate. You close your mouth again with a quiet click, feeling the heat of embarrassment creeping up your neck.

"...Can we just go to a café..." you mumble, looking anywhere but directly at Rual. You avoid eye contact like it's a trap, pretending the floor tiles are the most fascinating thing you've ever seen.

He exhales sharply, a mix between a sigh and a tired chuckle, then slides his tablet into his backpack.

"Come on, let's go get you fed before you start blaming me for global warming too."

Maybe next time, you'll bring the snacks. Maybe.

TIME SKIP

You and Rual step out of the café, the warm scent of roasted coffee beans and sugary pastries still lingering in the air behind you. The midday sun casts a soft golden glow over the sidewalk, and a gentle breeze plays with the edge of your jacket as you walk. You're smiling. No, grinning—like a kid who just got away with something mischievous. There's a light bounce in your step, clearly fueled by the sweet treat still settling in your stomach.

Beside you, Rual is less than amused.

His arms are crossed, his jaw tight, and his eyes locked on you with a mixture of mild betrayal and intense irritation. You can feel the glare without even turning to look. A scowl tugs at the corner of his mouth as his pace quickens just slightly, like if he walks fast enough, maybe he can escape both the situation and your good mood.

"We are late to the studio now," he says, voice clipped and precise. "And now we're also going to be late for the meeting with Huntr/x."

You spin around to face him, walking backward a few steps just to make sure he sees the full extent of your unapologetic joy. Your smile doesn't fade and in fact, it widens, if that's even possible. You know him too well. Despite the cold tone and deadpan delivery, you saw the flicker in his eyes when he took the first bite of that caramel-drizzled waffle. You heard the low hum of satisfaction he let slip before quickly composing himself again.

Deep down, buried beneath layers of logic, deadlines, and his whole 'no-nonsense' persona. You know Rual enjoyed that sugary detour. Probably more than he'd admit even under torture. After all, the man has a massive sweet tooth and absolutely zero time to indulge it. Not with the constant workload, back-to-back meetings, and a personal schedule so tight it could probably strangle someone.

"They won't mind," you say casually, shrugging. "Not everyone can be on time all the time."

Rual stops walking and glares at you harder if that's even possible while you continue strolling ahead, as if this were all part of your grand plan. You're unfazed, basking in the brief chaos of defiance and sugar-fueled satisfaction.

"You're insufferable," he mutters under his breath, finally catching up to you.

You glance over, catching a faint glimmer in his eyes, a ghost of a smile he's trying to suppress but failing just a little.

"And yet," you say, tossing him a smug look, "here you are. Still walking besides, me."

Turning back around, walking with all the carefree energy in the world, you barely get two steps before something smacks you square in the face.

"Pfft—!" you stumble slightly, hands flailing up to peel the mysterious object off your face. It's paper. Thin, glossy, and slightly crumpled at the edges. A flyer, probably blown into the wind by some chaotic force of fate or marketing.

You smooth it out, curiosity tugging at your fingertips. Bright, bold letters jump off the page:

"SAJA BOYS FREE CONCERT! LIVE @ XXXXX – Show starts at XX:XX PM!"

You blink. Once. Twice.

Your heart skips in surprise. Saja Boys? The name doesn't ring a bell. You squint at the flyer, trying to jog your memory. Judging by the bold fonts, the flashy design, and the fact that it's a concert announcement, they're probably some idol group. Must be popular if they're getting a crowd for a free show. You've definitely heard people mention that name in while walking around or through random conversations in the cafe, but you've never really paid attention. To focus on getting to the cafe or the sweet treats they have.

Still... free is free. And music is music.

You tilt your head, eyes darting back to the bold time stamp.

Five minutes.

Your eyes widen.

Peering behind you, you spot Rual across the street, sliding into the driver's seat of the rental car you both picked up earlier. He tosses his bag in the passenger seat with a heavy thud, completely unaware that you've fallen behind. He thinks you're right behind him, like a responsible, punctual person would be. Like someone who doesn't get distracted by loud signs and the vague promise of free entertainment.

Which, let's be honest, is not you.

You glance up at the nearest street sign, and realization hits you like the flyer did

you're already here.

This is exactly where the show is being held.

You pull out your phone. Four minutes left.

An idea forms. Quick, dangerous, and absolutely not good. The kind of idea that would make Rual's left eye twitch.

You glance once at the car, then slowly, carefully begin to walk in the opposite direction. Faster now. Stealth mode activated. Your pace quickens into a low-key power walk as the sound of a crowd in the distance begins to grow louder.

"I'll be so fast that Rual won't even notice I'm gone... I hope," you tell yourself, not entirely convinced. Still, your feet carry you forward, heart pounding with a mix of adrenaline, mischief, and curiosity.

Meanwhile, back in the car, Rual buckles his seatbelt and glances into the rearview mirror out of habit. He expects to see you there, probably making some joke or texting memes to the group chat, but instead. emptiness.

No chatter. No rustling. No over-caffeinated idol bouncing in the back seat.

Just silence.

His gaze narrows. A long, heavy sigh escapes his lips as he rests his forehead against the steering wheel. After a moment of internal screaming, he sits up, expression flat as concrete.

He doesn't even have to guess what happened.

With a cold stare and a tone that could kill a cactus, he mutters to no one in particular, "I swear, I am going to figure out how to get away with murder someday."

A pause.

Another sigh.

"I hate my job."

He exits out the car anyway, already preparing the lecture he's going to give you. Then, with a practiced sigh, he pulls out his phone, taps through a few screens, and brings up your location.

Of course you forgot to disable sharing.

"There you are," he mutters, watching your little dot move suspiciously closer to a crowd on the map.

He doesn't even flinch.

"Unbelievable."

But deep down, he's not even surprised.

AT THE AREA OF THE CONCERT

"I'm so happy Rual had me disguise myself," you murmur, tugging your hoodie low and adjusting your mask as the faint sound of music echoes through the air. "Otherwise, this concert would've turned into a signing event..."

You say it lightly, but the disguise is doing its job. So far.

The walkway ahead has transformed into something surreal. Instead of a typical stage setup, the crowd has formed a wide circle, tightly packed but leaving the center completely empty as if something, or someone, is supposed to be there.

It's unspoken but understood this is the stage.

No risers, no lighting rigs, no velvet ropes. Just a raw, open space surrounded by people buzzing with curiosity. Phones are already up. Some fans are whispering excitedly. Others look as confused as you feel.

Is this even the right concert?

You push your way closer, muttering polite apologies as you weave through the growing mass of bodies. The atmosphere is electric—expectant, as if the whole space is holding its breath. You reach the inner edge of the circle, finally getting a full view.

Then—

PSSHHH!

Pink smoke erupts from both ends of the walkway, shooting into the air with a sharp hiss. Glittering particles catch in the golden sunset light, swirling like cotton candy clouds. The crowd gasps, half from surprise and half from delight.

Five silhouettes step through the haze, one by one, emerging from the smoke like something out of a dream. Each boy is dressed in their own soft pastels/street wear style, and all of them look completely unshaken by the sea of strangers watching them.

The music hits without warning.

A pulsing beat drops, and in perfect timing, one of them throws a fist in the air as his voice breaks through the sound.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!"

The chant is electric, simple, bold, and alive. The crowd responds instantly, shouting the "Hey!"s back with rising energy. Some people start dancing in place. Others clap. It's contagious.

"Don't want you, need you, yeah, I need you to fill me up"

The five boys jump into formation, synchronized and sharp, their movements clean and effortless even without a stage. You're no expert, but you can tell, they've practiced this. They're good. Really good.

"마시고마셔봐도,성에차지않아"

And suddenly, you forget how new they are.

"Got a feeling that, oh, yeah (Yeah), You could be everything that"

Because in this moment, with pink smoke drifting behind them and the beat shaking through your chest, the Saja Boys don't feel new or feel real.

"That I need (Need), taste so sweet (Sweet). Every sip makes me want more, yeah"

They feel like a group that's already arrived and has been here for a long time. And yet...

There's something about them that makes your skin prickle.

Not fear. Not danger. Just—unease.

A strange tension underneath the perfect execution. Like something's off, but too subtle to name. Maybe it's the way their eyes occasionally flick past the crowd—like they're watching for something else. Or someone.

There's something about them that makes your skin prickle.

"Lookin' like snacks 'cause you got it like that (Woo). Take a big bite, want another bite, yeah"

Okay... this might actually be good.

You catch yourself smiling behind your mask, nodding a little to the rhythm. But then—

Then you glance left, and your stomach drops.

Three girls stand shoulder-to-shoulder, their box-forgotten in their hands. Their expressions have gone from anger to frozen.

Huntr/x.

You blink rapidly, pretending you don't see them. But it's too late.

One of them, Mira, pulls her glasses down just enough to see past your hood.

She squints.

Then recognition hits her like a truck.

"Miku?" she hisses in disbelief, eyes wide. "Are you serious?!"

You shrink half an inch, giving a guilty little wave. "Hey... fancy seeing you guys here..."

"You're supposed to be with Rual!" another one whispers, Zoey, trying not to raise her voice and cause a scene. "You're so not supposed to be here."

You chuckle nervously, glancing toward the smoke-drenched walkway as the music continues. One of the Saja Boys begins singing—his voice smooth, velvety, and oddly calming.

You nod toward the performance. "Technically, I'm doing research. For... talent scouting?"

Their stares say they're not buying it.

Then, your phone buzzes in your pocket.

You don't want to look. You know who it is.

You do anyway.

Rual: "Your GPS dot is in the middle of a concert. Tell me that's a glitch."

You swallow hard, slowly putting your phone away without replying.

The music kicks up, and the pink smoke begins to thin as the song is near its end, and boom!, a huge ass soda pop appears and all five boys dance in sync, the lead vocal belting a high note that earns a few cheers from the crowd.

Enjoying the show until—

A hand grabs your wrist.

You flinch, only to realize it's Rumi, the leader of Huntr/x. She's suddenly in front of you, gently pulling you back behind her as her gaze locks onto the boys.

Her stance is still, but you can feel the tension radiating off her. Her voice is low, steady.

"You shouldn't be here," she says, still watching the performance.

You blink. "Wait—what?"

Without looking back, she mutters, "It's not safe... especially with those demons here."

You freeze.

Demons?

"Wait—what did you just say?" you ask, but she doesn't repeat herself.

You glance at the other two Huntr/x members. They're no longer casual or curious. Their smiles are gone, replaced with unreadable expressions. Eyes locked on the boys. Shoulders squared.

Something's wrong.

You look back toward the Saja Boys, still performing with impossible energy—spinning in perfect unison on top of the soda can, one of them belting a final chorus while the other dance in sync like robots.

They feel like they belong here.

But your instincts whisper otherwise.

Are Huntr/x... jealous?

The thought throws you. These girls are the top, international fame, sold-out stadiums, exclusive endorsements. These boys? Barely known. Barely debuted. And yet...

Their presence is undeniable.

And unnerving.

The music shifts, building toward a climax.

"They're not what they look like," Rumi mutters under her breath. "And trust me, this isn't just a show."

You glance back up, just in time to see one of the Saja Boys staring directly at you. (Guess who?)

His head is tilted ever so slightly.

He's smiling.

Not the fanservice kind of smile.

Not the idol kind.

But the kind of smile someone gives when they've found exactly what they were looking for.

And you?

You suddenly don't feel like a fan.

You feel like bait.

"That's it for now," the black-haired boy from the Saja Boys called out with a confident grin, his voice carrying clearly over the crowd. "See you tonight on everyone's favorite variety show, the Saja Boys. Love you, my little soda pop."

The crowd cheered loudly, but before the applause could swell any further, the boys suddenly stepped back toward the edges of the soda can.

Pink smoke burst out again, swallowing them whole.

You blink and, in that moment, you feel it.

All five of them are staring straight at you.

Their smirks don't fade.

Then—

A sudden flash of yellow lights up their eyes.

And purple cracks ripple across their skin like fractured glass, glowing faintly in the smoky haze.

A chill rushes down your spine.

In your mind, a voice soft, but ice-cold whispers

"이따 봐, 내 사랑, 항상 지켜보고 있어"

Your heart pounds.

The crowd is still cheering.

But you know something else entirely has just begun.

A hand suddenly tugs at your shoulder, spinning you around.

There stands Rual, his expression sharp—definitely not happy. "Why did you run off? Your luck—"

But you barely hear the rest. Your mind is still reeling from what just happened. The glowing eyes, the purple cracks, that chilling whisper echoing in your head. Your breath comes out shaky.

Rual's eyes catch the scared look in yours. His tense posture softens immediately. Without a word, he pulls you into a firm, reassuring hug.

"Come on," he murmurs gently. "Let's get you back to the car."

You let yourself lean into him, feeling a tiny bit safer in his grip.

He leads you away from the crowd, and just before you reach the car, he pauses and turns to the three girls from Huntr/x who've been watching quietly.

"You guys need a ride?" he asks, voice steady and calm.

Their eyes flicker with surprise, but after a moment, they nod.

Rual's protective side is already kicking in.

[gentlelovingsiscon]

unfortunately, by the time the next morning rolls around, you'll have to put all that out of your mind. you'll do your best when you go into work to not think about the taste of cum in your sister's mouth. Lena went to bed in her own room, leaving you alone for a while. sometime in the wee hours of the morning, though, Sarah slips into your bed with you.

you're faintly aware of the dip of the mattress and the shift of the covers as her hands start wandering. you groan, rolling over in bed absently to allow her better access. “good puppy,” she whispers. there's a click, and you flinch happily. “it's okay, sleepy puppy. you can go back to sleep.”

“mmm… Sarah… please…”

“hm?”

“my- my collar, please…”

“good ask, puppy,” she grins, and there's another click. you flinch happily again. she pulls away for a second; you hear the drawer of your bedside table rattle open and then closed before Sarah returns. “you were so good last night. waiting like a good girl until i told you you could go and fuck your sister.”

you wake up by a fraction, “no, i-"

you're interrupted by the feeling of your collar fitting around your neck. you go quiet and crosseyed, and Sarah continues, “it's okay, babygirl. i know. just relax, and let me take what i need."

you nod to her, the feeling of your collar comforting. Sarah clicks the clicker twice, “rest,” and you start to fade away. it's not quite sleep, but to your brain it may as well be close enough.

you feel Sarah grab your cock, tugging on it gently until it starts to get hard. she slides under the covers and takes you in her mouth, her tongue working against the underside of it as she bobs up and down slowly. you moan absently, and she hums with satisfaction. then, like the way a dream skips ahead, she's riding you. you whimper into her mouth as she kisses your almost-sleeping form. “good puppy,” she moans into your mouth.

your brain goes blank. all the worries about Moss and Lacy finding out, about being able to afford your sister living here, about your sister and her health, about mom and dad finding out. it all disappears into Sarah's words, into the feeling of Sarah clenching down on your cock, writhing against you, skin against skin, slick with sweat as she uses your body.

Sarah whispers directly into your ear, “i love you, little sister.” quiet, rapturous tears flow down the sides of your face into your hair. Sarah wipes them away unbearably gently, and whispers--

>-<

you wake up to the sun shining in your eyes, once again having forgotten to close the blinds last night.

you feel satisfied, loose and happy. you don't have to check your phone. you know it's three minutes before your alarm, like every day. you lay there, gradually waking up, until it goes off. you're quick to get up after that, trying your best to put last night out of your head. a cold shower helps.

after getting dressed, you sit at the kitchen table absent-mindedly shoveling breakfast into your mouth. Moss and Lacy drift in and out of the kitchen, making themselves breakfast and getting ready for their days. you and Moss are working on a job together today, a bathroom renovation for some rich couple in the city. Lacy will be across town at the tattoo studio, and Sarah…

“hey babygirl!” she says with a happy grin, draping herself over you and kissing the side of your head. “how're you feeling this morning?” she teases.

you growl at her, and Moss laughs from her spot by the fridge. “she get you good last night?”

“shut up…” you grumble, unwilling to admit that they're right.

“hey, next time don't wear your collar at the breakfast table and make it so fucking obvious,” Moss grins.

you flip her off, reaching up and tugging at the collar. Sarah clucks her tongue, enough of an approximation of the sound of the clicker that you stop immediately. “let me…" she murmurs, reaching up gently to pull at the collar until the belt-like clasp comes loose. a second later, Sarah is holding your mellow pink collar in her hand and smiling gently at you. “good puppy.”

“fuck, that's hot,” Moss mutters breathily. you flip her off, flushing, and she holds up her hands in a show of surrender with a laugh.

you flip her off with your other hand, for good measure. Sarah pulls away, frowning down at your collar in her hands, “did you forget to take this off before you showered?”

you abandon the birds and go back to eating your cereal. “yeah, 'm sorry,” you slur between bites, “i forgot i had it on when i woke up.”

“hm. surprised you didn't notice the fluff was wet," she comments. “should be fine if we let it air dry. anyway. i gotta get going, got a big meeting today. see you when you get home.” Sarah leans down to kiss you, hops over to kiss Moss on the cheek, and leaves.

once she's gone, you and Moss share a look. there's a twinkle in their eye and a line at the corner of their mouth like they're trying not to smile. your own mouth twitches and you splutter. the dam breaks, and you both start laughing.

once the giggles are gone, you both return to your breakfasts with smiles on your faces. before too long you're both ready to head out the door. you stop by your sister's room first, opening the door gently and closing it behind you. with soft steps, you make your way over to your sister's side, sitting down on the bed next to her.

she stirs, and you pull the covers away from her face to kiss her ever so gently. in the dark, you think it lands somewhere on her brow, maybe close to the temple.

“mm… whozat…?”

“it's just me, love. ‘m leaving for work. i’ll be back by 5. don't forget to take your meds and eat something, okay? help yourself to anything in the fridge."

“mmkay…”

“i- i love you,” you murmur. she's already asleep.

>-<

it's a long day before you can finally go home. as usual, you slump through the door tiredly and head straight for your room. you look at your bed, hoping maybe your big sister will be here waiting for you, but it's just your bed. no Lena hiding amongst the blankets and pillows again.

you shuck off your dirty clothes, tossing them into your hamper, and slink down the hall to the bathroom to take a quick shower. you actually almost forget about everything for a minute, too caught up in the feeling of finally being clean after eight hours of hard labor. you dry off and head back to your room.

you forgo any form of underwear, instead pulling on sweatpants and a t-shirt. the house's AC is running, so it's cool enough that you can justify a hoodie. you cast your eyes around the room in search of it, giving up once you don't see it. oh well.

your housemates won't expect to see you for a few hours, so you sneak out of your room and a few doors down the hall to Lena's room. she's still in bed, but she's sitting up scrolling on her phone. she looks up when you open the door, locking eyes with you and immediately grinning. “you're home!” she announces happily.

“mhm! took a shower and everything first, now i'm all clean for you,” you say with a smile. you climb onto her bed and fall into her, asking her “did you eat anything today?”

she averts her gaze, saying “a little bit. haven't really felt hungry, though.”

“hm. we can fix that later. right now can we just… lay together?” you plead, nuzzling closer into her.

“do you maybe wanna… get under the covers with me, babygirl?”

you nod excitedly, about to get under right away, but your sister stops you.

“hold on, Pen. price of entry. stand up for me?” she orders, the lilt at the end making it seem like a question, but her tone brooking no argument.

you scramble from the bed eagerly to stand at her bedside. she smiles wickedly at you, though you're not sure if she understands exactly the kind of sway she has over you.

“you got showered just for me, did you?” you nod at her. “good girl. let me see?”

you give her a confused look, unsure what she means.

“let me see. take off your clothes, Penny.”

you flush, suddenly unsure.

Lena, sensing your hesitancy, frowns at you. “i don't know what kind of leash Sarah has you on, but i'm your big sister, which means you do what i say, little sis. so take. off. your. clothes.”

your blush gets infinitely deeper; Lena finally smiles again as your bring your arms up, gripping the bottom of your t-shirt and pulling it up. Lena bites her lip as you slow down to let your shirt catch on your tits. after a tantalizing moment, they drop, and your t-shirt comes the rest of the way off.

you move your hands to start removing your pants, but your big sister tuts and tells you to “turn around. let me see your ass when you take those pants off.”

you turn around as instructed, bending over to take off your sweatpants, presenting your ass to your sister. you look back, getting enough of a glimpse of her to see that she's biting her lip again, and even leaning forward a bit. “oh my god,” she says, “babygirl did you- did you not have any underwear on?!”

you mumble “no…” uncertainly, half expecting some kind of ridicule or punishment, and your big sister's face shifts.

she goes from teasing you to reassurance in a split second, “you're so sweet and so eager, aren't you? what did Sarah call you last night? a puppy? so are you a good puppy?”

the word triggers something in you, and you snap up to a standing position immediately, still facing away from her. somewhere deep down you're thankful that she didn't see the way your cock sprang free.

“good girl!” she croons, then commands you to “turn.”

you do what she tells you. your dick is almost painfully erect now, throbbing in the air, desperate to bury it in something or someone. you want to pin your sister to the bed and fuck her again. but you're a good puppy, who knows how to wait. so you stand at attention, your girlcock throbbing in the open air. Lena admires it from her spot on the bed.

“hmmm… i can't wait to play with you later… for now, puppy, come here. i want to nap with my little sister.”

you whine, but you surge forward to bury yourself under the covers, pressed tightly against your sister. your hips buck, hoping maybe you can get away with grinding on her, but she grabs your hair and pulls you back a bit.

“not right now, babygirl. we can fuck later, but we're going to nap first, okay?”

you whine more insistently, “please big sis, can i just-- i wanna grind on you…”

she makes a sound almost like purring, a chuckle that vibrates her chest, “okay, okay. go ahead, puppy.”

you make an excited, happy noise, and start lazily grinding on your sister's leg. you bury your face in her hoodie, realizing through the haze of your body against hers that she's wearing your hoodie. the one you couldn't find earlier. it smells like sweat, two different kinds of smoke, and your big sister.

you twitch, grinding a little bit harder, and Lena tugs on your hair again. “gentle, puppy…” she rumbles, and you back off a little. only, somehow, pulling back, maybe the change in pressure, maybe the change in blood flow to your girlcock, maybe the change in temperature from being trapped against your space heater of a sister to the sudden cool of the bedroom, the tension reaches its peak and you tumble over the other side. you think you pass out for a second. at the very least, your vision goes spotty. your sister is petting you, murmuring in your ear, telling you that you're such a good girl…

a moment later, you come back to yourself. "i love you…” you whisper. your big sister kisses you so, so gently. you whine, because she clearly hasn't brushed her teeth and she still kind of tastes like your cum.

“i love you too, little sister.”

eventually Lena has to take her pants, now covered in your cum, off. she leaves your hoodie on, though, and shares a knowing look with you. you smile and bury your face deeper into her shoulder, taking another deep breath. maybe you'll let her keep your hoodie for a while.

[bbina]

you were already outside of your apartment complex, waiting to be picked up by chenle at exactly 5:30 PM

over the course of riding with him, you've unfortunately learned that he does stick to his words. if he says to meet you at a certain time, best believe he will show up on the dot. exactly as he said. no questions asked

you smoothen out your dress again as you look at yourself. for once, you weren't in maxi dresses or your usual go-to corporate attire on a friday night. you actually dolled up

you can't help but think about the day chenle had bought you this dress— or should you say, he had bought you your entire outfit that you were wearing from head to toe

you've thanked him yes but a part of you feels like it still wasn't enough

but before you could think about it further, you hear a purr of an engine so smooth that you had to do a double take. a red ferrari portofino pulls up to your curb, exactly right in front of you

the windows roll down and look what the cat dragged in

who else would casually own a ferrari portofino like it was the norm?

you stood still for a moment, staring at the car he had brought to pick you up. stunned? yes. impressed? not so much

"uber for madam y/n?" chenle teases, leaning over a little bit just to mess with you

"didn't recall ordering an uber.. let alone an uber ferrari? they have those now?" you play along, tapping a finger under your chin

chenle laughs, unlocking the doors and in one swift motion, you were now inside the luxurious car that one could only dream of having. let alone sit in it

you adjust your dress again as you make yourself comfortable in his car. something you've also picked up from riding with him for a while now. you open your camera to check your reflection once more. did your makeup smudge? or did you accidentally flash your own boss with how the neckline was sitting on your chest or if there were any stray hairs that were sticking to your face

chenle on the other hand, sat in the driver's seat, staring at you like you just dropped a bomb on him

he couldn't help it

respectfully, his eyes trail from the sides of your face, to the sweetheart neckline that fits you like a glove, to the little accessories you had added to elevate the look, to the clutch that he also got you at the same time with the dress you were wearing

you look so..

"you're staring" you say, trying to sound annoyed as you try your very best to also not look back at him

chenle blinks before shaking his head. instead of backing away, he doesn't even deny it

"you look good" he blurts out

your head snap towards him, clearly taken-a-back with his direct compliment

it was your turn to take in chenle's look. he was wearing an all black suit. crisp per usual and of course, his watch was the star of the show

"... you don't look too bad yourself" you mumbled, looking away

chenle smirks, revving the engine of his ferrari

"i must look really good for you to say that. you rarely compliment me" he muses

you scoff, rolling your eyes. "and you're a show off. but what did i expect from you?" you say, referring to your incredibly luxurious ride

"me? a show off?" chenle points to himself with his free hand, "this is just my gala car"

"so that's code for one of your many other cars. got it, boss" you cut him off, nodding your head

chenle makes a face and pulls out of your street with that signature engine rumble that would surely make people stop and look

"if i was showing off, then i'd be doing this" he says, revving the engine once more as they cruise through the streets of seoul

"you're such a boy" you shake your head, laughing lightly with the way chenle was acting. "just drive, boss"

chenle steals a glance before smirking

"yes ma'am"

. . . ᝰ.ᐟ

you've always known that if you see a ferrari out in the open, it's no brainer that you'd stop and look. it demands attention from the get go but what you didn't expect is that people would actually stop, look and listen (to the engine)

you two finally arrive at the venue. it was at some high end rooftop lounge known to accommodate exclusive events and the like. you look out the window to see a small crowd of people at the entrance

and then the ferrari pulls up at the front

conversations paused, heads were turning and people have started murmuring

chenle gets out of the car first. he flashes everyone his signature smile, hailing his hand to a valet, tossing his keys to them before striding over to your side of the car

"is that..?"

hushed whispers emerge as chenle, the ceo of zhong inc. opens the car door and holds his hand out for his now known assistant

you.

"are you really this dramatic?" you murmured, loud enough for only him to hear when you accept his hand, gracefully getting out of the ferrari

chenle helps you on your feet, watching you fix your dress again, ignoring the whispers among the crowd

"who is she?"

"wait, isn't that the girl from the teaser?"

"i heard that's his assistant"

"BOSSMAN!" a familiar voice hollers from the grand doors. you don't even have to look up to know who it was

the three idiots also known as bossman's associates (at least to chenle) all come out to the entrance to probably see what the crowd was fussing about (still doing his job as a pr manager, you suppose)

"BOSSS!" hyuck greets, practically throwing himself onto chenle, "looks like you brought out the 'rrari like i knew you would! can i test it out for a dri— OH MY GOD, BESTIE?!"

hyuck then turns to you with his jaw on the floor. he immediately lets go of chenle and circles around you with his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water

the last two being mark and jisung shortly follow

"dangggg.. you look good tonight" mark's eyes widens, looking at you up and down before nudging jisung, "right, sung?!"

jisung blinks, covering half of his face before nodding his head shyly

"yeah.. are you sure you're assistant and not his... date?" jisung whistles

you roll your eyes at the three hawks, swatting them away

"thanks for the compliments and no i am definitely not his date" you give chenle a look only for him to just smirk at his friends, "you guys clean up nice too... nice to see you guys out of your typical dress shirts" you joke, flicking their neckties lightly

the four of you share a laugh when you feel it

it was unmistakably chenle's hand hovering over your waist. almost like he was ghosting over it, unsure on what to do with his hands

you look up and he was already looking back at you

"i'm not going anywhere, relax" you murmured

chenle shrugs, his smirk returning to his face

but before he can say anything, two familiar voices shrill out your name

"y/n!" giselle squeals, squeezing in between people while tugging karina who was right behind her

you walk away from chenle, running up to your girls before engulfing them into a hug

"holy shit! look at you!" karina gasps, looking at your outfit from head to toe. you were sparkling. she shares a look with giselle, who giggles before they turn their heads to chenle

chenle raises a brow and holds his hands up in mock surrender before continuing his conversation with the boys

"so did bossman clean you up like this?" giselle whisper-yells obnoxiously like she was trying to make chenle hear her, "because if he did then goddamn!"

karina inspects your entire outfit closely. from your dress, to your accessories and even to your clutch

"these look like microscopic swarovski crystals! girl he really got money!"

giselle and karina both squeal again as they basically fawn over your outfit

"is this why you disappeared that one day!?"

"can you bring us to your next shopping spree with bossman—"

"i didn't have a choice you guys" you say, trying to play it off like you were not having it, "i was held gunpoint basically"

but of course, chenle hears it and even laughs. inviting himself to the conversation. he leans down next to the shell of your ear

"if i didn't hold you gunpoint then you wouldn't have looked amazing tonight but that's just me"

you short circuit while the two girls squeal once more. they were so having a field day with this

you glare at chenle who walks away with his friends first. he looks back and winks before going back to the conversation with hyuck, mark and jisung

grumbling, you mutter curses under your breath

"girl.. why is bossman acting like that with you" giselle pokes, linking your elbows with her while you link with karina with the other

"and the way he was looking at you tonight. oh my god" she hushes, trying to conceal her excitement and giddiness

you roll your eyes at their words

"he's just being... himself. he's weird" you say

karina and giselle both share a look like they've started to connect the dots

"whatever you say, miss assistant" karina nudges you while giselle laughs out loud, head thrown back

"can we just get inside? so the night can be over with?" you say, grumbling as you drag the two giddy girls inside the venue

. . . ᝰ.ᐟ

inside it was filled with people. majority of which you barely know. probably future investors, clients and the such for both companies

it's a joint party after all to celebrate the launch and the success between the partnership of zhong inc. and just do it co.

the party was at full swing. people were enjoying themselves. the dj was actually really good and played some music that kept the vibe going

you were chit chatting with karina and giselle by the open bar when you hear chenle's name being called up to the stage

must be time for the speeches

"ahem" chenle clears his throat with the mic, "is this thing even on?"

a couple of chuckles emerge from the crowd. only he could make a crowd laugh with just a simple question

chenle looks at the crowd warmly before greeting everyone

"good evening everyone. thank you all for coming to this event to commemorate a new image of my company, zhong inc. in collaboration with the creative agency powerhouse of our generation, just do it co."

everyone claps their hands in applause as chenle starts to go on about how the partnership started and everything else in between. he even gave a shoutout to jaemin and jeno, giving them the spotlight in the middle of his speech

you couldn't help but chuckle a little when you realized after weeks of ignoring jeno, he fully acknowledged him during their event

"and of course to my team. kun, my right hand for everything. to haechan, mark, karina, giselle and even jisung, even if he wasn't directly involved, him being our morale was enough. a huge thank you to my team for making this all happen. i couldn't have done this without them" chenle continues

the girls coo at the mere fact that their boss mentioned them in his thanksgiving speech

but then he suddenly locks eyes with you across the crowd

"but my gratitude extends to this one person. i won't name her because she didn't even want to be here let alone want the attention now that she's... let's just say.. she's now the new face of my company but without her, this partnership would've been in flames from the get go. thank you for pushing through everything, working day and night to just keep things afloat for us. you know who you are" chenle finishes his speech, raising his. champagne glass and everyone else follows suit too (including you)

"cheers to this successful partnership" chenle toasts with the crowd with a bow before handing the mic back to the emcee

the crowd goes wild with the applause as chenle makes his way down from the stage and spotlight

you don't know why but you suddenly feel a bit mushy inside. a dedicated shoutout just for you. you fail to hold back your smile when you feel the girls nudge you

somehow for the first time tonight, you felt the sincerity in his voice

and the fact that you now know that he sees you too

. . . ᝰ.ᐟ

the event was basically over when you excused yourself from your friends to go get some air

so you find yourself on the rooftop balcony, just admiring the city skyline after a long night of mingling with your peers

you don't know how long you've been standing by the railings til you feel a presence next you

"i was looking for you" chenle says, leaning on the railings right next to you

"hey, boss" you greet tiredly, giving him a brief glance before turning your attention back to the city

"someone's tired already?" chenle muses, nudging you with his elbow

you swat his arm away, rolling your eyes

"social battery ran out. i don't know how long i've been talking to people" you complain

"try being in my shoes, congratulating and mingling with literally every person i meet" he adds

"good thing i'm not a ceo then" you smile fakely at chenle who only laughs

"cranky.." he says in a sing song voice

its silence after that. only the sound of the city below and the faint muffled music inside the venue could be heard. it's peaceful during times like this which you find a bit odd because being with chenle is never peaceful and yet, in rare occasions like this, sometimes you let the silence speak for itself

after a while, chenle decides to break the silence

"i meant every word i said at my speech about you earlier by the way" chenle starts, stealing a glance at your direction

you hum, raising a brow. "did you?"

chenle bites back a smile. he nods his head. "it's true. we couldn't have done all this without you"

"are you saying that because you're officially declaring me as the new face of your company or—"

"i'm being serious" he cuts you off, finally taking a good look at you. a beat of silence passes by, "i'm even considering giving you a promotion"

"promotion?" you repeat, eyes wide, "what could possibly be a higher job position than being your assistant"

chenle bursts out laughing. now that he thinks about it. you're right. what other job position could be higher than his assistant? you already know the in and outs of his company

"how about a promotional salary increase since you're right. there is no better job position than being my assistant"

there it is again. that smile of yours that chenle somehow never forgot about. it was the same smile you had when you two were at the convenience store a few nights back

"oh i love the sound of that. thanks boss" you chirp, smile so wide that it looked like your eyes were smiling too

chenle doesn't realize it but he's smiling back at you

BUSINESS PROPOSAL ᝰ.ᐟ . . . YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE

✎ . . . things aren't going as planned the way you thought it was going to be. especially the part where you find yourself falling in love with your own boss– which was definitely not part of the agreed proposal.

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Get My Kicks (Wanna Start A Rager)

F!reader x Pink Soldier 005, Pink Soldier 007, Masked Officer Ao3 Words: 6.0k Warnings: threesome (consensual swallowing, degradation), cuckolding (creampie, orgasm denial), other (reader is a pink soldier- her number is 009) Other: I love my freaky lil men. My names for the characters are: Lee Jong-il for 007, Park Chi-won for 007, and Kim Chin-woo for Masked Officer! I've never done a cuckolding fic so this was super fun. This can be loosely tied to Rotted Out With Flies (reader's # is the same, but reading that fic is not needed to understand this one so don't worry.)

She actually rather enjoyed her job, regardless of how morbid and filled with death it was.  It was easy enough, especially with the separation in her mind between her and the players in the game.  Dispose of the trash.  That’s all those people- things- are.  She doesn’t dwell on it too much when she’s begged to spare their lives, no matter what pointless information they use.  So what?  You got a kid?  Shouldn’t be here then, dumbass.  You got a husband?  A wife?  So unfortunate that they’ll never see you again.  Clean up the streets of the filth that runs rampant.  That’s her job, at least for the week.  Outside of the games her life is much less eventful, probably for the best.  She can’t afford to lose all of her humanity.

“Behind you, 009.”  A pink soldier says.  The way his hand lingers on the small of her back before brushing past her gives away that it’s one of the two soldiers she’s become rather close to.  Close might be an overstatement, actually- it’s not like they’re friends or anything.  However they do find the time and freedom to have fun.  Did it irk the doctor as they all huddled around as they flirted so freely?  Hell yeah, but there were closed spaces around that provided more freedom than anywhere else.  It wasn’t really a secret, if she were called to answer to the commanding officer about what she and 005 and 007 get up to she’d state bluntly what they do.  That’s not to say she bragged about it, as far as she knows the only people who know what they do are themselves and the doctor- who wishes he didn’t know. “009, comin’ up,” another soldier says, following closely behind the first one.  She feels her own heart rate start to increase- they’re all headed the same direction for their nightly shift of helping the doctor.  It’s one of the few times that she feels anything more than the subtle numbness that follows her like a shadow in this place.  She grins beneath her mask, but she doesn’t rush to catch up with them.  The last thing that pair needs is a more inflated ego caused by her openly fawning for them.  She keeps her steps measured as she follows behind them, keeps her breathing even, keeps her thoughts even and away from the imitate things they share in the basement.

“Takin’ your sweet time today, huh?” One of the soldiers comments when she reaches the door.  She’s not entirely sure which one he is, probably 005 since he actually holds the door open for her rather than expecting her to catch it herself like 007 does.  “Got worried ‘bout you; thought you might’ve forgotten your duties,”  he comments while walking down the steps behind her.  “But I also know you’d never miss out on a chance to spend with us.” He adds in a purr, a little too close for comfort as they enter the basement.  She was right when she guessed which soldier was behind her since 007 has his mask off and is already helping the doctor maneuver an unconscious, dying player to the table.  She removes her mask after pulling her hood down, tugging her balaclava to rest on her neck and 005 mirrors her actions.

“What took you guys so long, don’t tell me you stopped midway down the steps to make out.”  007 says, his lips quirked up in a smirk as he tsks while shaking his head.  The doctor grunts, already getting annoyed with the trio just from one sentence.  She can’t really blame him, it’s gotta be tough scrambling through organs to try and find something that's usable with 011 sabotaging everything.  “Don’t go getting me jealous now, yeah?”  007 and 009 both disarm themselves.

“Nah, man,” 005 starts, putting an arm around her waist, “though I won’t be able to hold back too much longer.  She’s just so cute.”  He says, his voice edging on mockery as his hand rubs her side.

“Gee, thanks.”  She says, rolling her eyes but she doesn’t make an effort to really pull away nor does she sound too mad.  “Talking about me like I’m not even here.  What am I to you guys?”  She sighs, rolling her eyes.

“You know exactly what you are to us, dontcha?”  005 says, snickering.  “You’re our precious girl, our pretty soldier.”

007 chimes in, “dont act like you hate us, if you did you wouldn’t be so eager for our-”

“Can you guys just shut the hell up for five minutes?”  The doctor says, looking at 007 and then to 007 and 009.  “I swear- you’re worse than teenagers who just discovered how to fuck.  I would be better off if you three just went away!”

The room goes silent aside from the sound of the scalpel slicing down the body and the doctor moving flesh aside to reach the organs.  009 looks away, clearly embarrassed to be called out so bluntly but 005 and 007 shared a wicked look.  It’s like they’re having a silent conversation as 007 steps around the table to join the pair.

“I think that’s a good idea,” 007 says, his voice practically cooing as he tells her face to face him rather than a wall.  “Don’t you, 005?  Just us, our little soldier, and the freetime to really enjoy ourselves.”  He chuckles, his thumb rubbing against her cheek.  His brown eyes search hers for any hint of genuine discomfort while 005 responds, he’s not concerned with her consent but he definitely doesn’t want to deal with a fighting woman tonight.

“It’s a perfect idea.  See how good she can take us both this time.”  005 says, grinning as he watches the charged eye contact between 007 and 009.  She’s not uncomfortable, at least not uncomfortable in a way that makes either of them believe she’s not interested in the same thing they are.  “C’mon, let’s go to the usual spot.  It’ll be a tight spot, but I think we can manage.”  He says, holding back laughter as he leads 009 by her waist to where they usually fuck at.  007 follows close behind, smacking her ass before groping it.  

“It… It’s a fine idea.”  She says, finally finding her voice as they make their way to the small, cramped room.  It’s hardly bigger than the rooms they reside in, definitely not suited for three alive, moving bodies at once.  She stumbles forward slightly when 007 shoves her inside, catching herself against the wall.  005 and 007 have never been ones for gentleness, sweet words, or making her feel special- it’s like she expected anything different- and now they’re feeding off each other’s desires to hear sweet, needy noises from her lips.

“Damn doctor’s kinda smart, huh?”  005 says, palming his already hardening cock through his pink jumpsuit, looking over at 007 and then back to 009.  “We don’t gotta worry about nothin’ now.  Nothin’ aside from emptying our balls, huh?”

“Damn right,” 007 responds, already unzipping his jumpsuit to allow it to crumble to the floor.  His black boxers tent, he’s been waiting for her all damn day so it’s no shock that he’s already ready for her.  “Pulling through mewls and moans from this lil thing, coming, and cleaning up.  Shit, it’s perfect.” He laughs.  It’s a cruel laugh as he closes in to clutch 009’s shoulders and kiss her hard.  It’s not a soft kiss, it demands her to kiss back.  And kiss back she does, her lips parting immediately to allow him entrance as one of her hands cups his cheek and the other cups the back of his head.  She can hear 005 groan as she closes the door, groping himself.  He wouldn’t be opposed to just watching his comrade fuck her, but he’d never admit to something like that outloud.  He can practically hear the way 007 would react to that, see the way 009 would look at him after he admits something like that.

“Kiss her neck, man- she loves that.”  He strains out, unzipping his own jumpsuit and kicking it aside to join 007’s.  007 chuckles, pulling away from her lips to kiss down her neck and nip teasingly until he reaches the point that makes her finger curl up into his hair.

“There?  That your special place, baby doll?”

“Mhm,” she nods weakly, tilting her head to give him more access to nip and kiss at the spot that makes her breath catch in her throat.

“She’s such a little slut, I swear, man.  She loves- loves it when you call her pet names and show her that stupid loving shit rather than immediately going for it.”  005 says, his green plaid boxers joining the pile of clothing on the floor.  He spits down onto his cock, groaning as he strokes himself from base to tip, swiping his thumb over his sensitive head every other stroke.  “So easy, dude.”

“I know, right?  Love women like her.”  005 laughs, his fingers moving to unzip her jumpsuit, his hands sliding into the suit to cup her breasts.  She’s so reactive to every touch, it drives him and 005 crazy with desire so why should he make any further effort to get her in the mood.  Sure, maybe she’d enjoy it more, but who the fuck cares?

“I do too, makes it so easy to come.  She doesn’t even care if she finishes.  Say it, say you don’t care, bitch.”

She groans, she’d love every sensation more if she knew she’d finish at the end of it all but she’s in no position to make demands.   “I do, I love it.”

“You love it, what?  Say my name, if you can even remember it.”  007 says, kissing upwards to get just below her ear.

“I love it, Chi-won.”  She can feel his lips turn into a wicked grin.  Such a smart, good girl for remembering his name.  He’s surprised she can remember his name since the last time he reminded her of it she was being fucked stupid.

“Say my name, baby girl.”  005 says, the sounds of his hand fisting his cock the only extra noise in the room.  “Say you remember mine too?”  He sounds almost needy, almost desperate.

“Jong-il.”  He grunts when she also gets his name right, his hand tightening for a second around his dick.  He loves the way she says, loves seeing her back arch against Chi-won as he slides her jumpsuit down, down, down to her ankles and then cups her panty-clad pussy.  The way her hips squirm pleasantly against his hand makes him throb, she’s so cute.  Damn shame that after the games they probably won’t ever meet up, but it’s not the time for that line of thought right now.

“Fuck, yes, good girl.”  Jong-il groans, his eyes glued to her cunt as Chi-won pushes her legs apart to rub her pussy and bury his head in her neck.  “Let Chi-won touch you- just like that.  You love it, don’t you?”  He lifts his other hand to push her bra down to expose her breasts and her thumb immediately goes to swipe over her nipple until it stiffens into a sensitive peak.  “You love us touching you, dontcha, baby girl?”

“Yes, love your hands on me.”  She breathes out, holding Jong-il’s hand to cup her breast fully instead of focusing solely on her nipple.  “Touch me, please touch me more…”

Chi-won bites her neck at that, her pretty words making his cock throb against her skin through his boxers.  “I’d love for us to take turns with you, but we don’t have that kinda time.”

“Fuck yeah, we’ll share this sweet body.”  Jong-il says, grinning at 009.  “You’re fine with that, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s fine.”  She mumbles, she’d rather not deal with that mess but it’ll work.  Her face must give away her hesitation as Jong-il slides his hand from her chest to her face and pats her cheek condescendingly.

He gives her a mockingly ‘understanding’ look and nod, “now don’t look so sad, baby doll.  We’ll make sure you get something out of it too.  Now get over to that pile of clothes, get on your hands and knees, and present yourself for us while we figure out who takes you where.” He smiles, it’s not a sweet or calming smile and rather it looks almost creepy.

Chi-won pulls away from her, pecking her lips before looking over at Jong-il and giving him a thumbs up while 009 goes over to the crumpled pile of Chi-won and Jong-il’s jumpsuits and kneels down on the clothing to protect her knees.  She can’t hear the pair of Soldiers as they whisper to each other and make lewd gestures in reference to her.  Her cheeks burn in embarrassment, her face setting into a subtle pout as she stares at them.  Her pussy is wet enough to where either of them could be able to fuck her cunt.  She doubts they’d attempt anal without lube or prep, so the other one must take her mouth.  Typical spitroast, nothing special but maybe she’ll be able to cum this time at least.

“Chi-won here s’gonna take your cunt this time, I figure the man could use a nice tight pussy squeezing the life outta his dick.”  Jong-il says, sauntering over to stand in front of her while fisting his cock slowly.  He doesn’t wanna bust too soon, but goddamn he could paint her face just from the sight of her looking up at him like that.

“Damn right I am, baby girl.  I got you, don’t worry…” Chi-won says, getting on his knees behind her and rubbing his weeping cock against her slit.  A loud groan erupts from him just from the sensation, he wants to slam forward- so he does.  She lets out a sharp yelp, her walls immediately fluttering around him as her cheek collides with Jong-il’s throbbing dick.

“Easy.” She says, looking back at Chi-won for a split second before Jong-il threads his fingers into her hair and smears his tip against her lips.

“Y’not in the position to make demands here, bitch.  You know better.”  His grin is absolutely malicious as he stares down at her, biting his tongue between his teeth in concentration as he gets his tip between her lips.  He moans, his hips immediately twitching to push in further and feel more of her velvety mouth around him.  His eyes flutter shut as he shallowly thrusts into her mouth, the feel of her tongue against his sensitive skin is intense as she laps at him.

“She good, right?  This whore got such a hot mouth.”  Chi-won says, holding onto 009’s hips hard enough to cause marks to blossom on her skin.  “I always bust in her mouth, she swallows it like a fucking champ.”

Jong-il is unable to form words, he just nods and grunts as his mouth falls open and his head falls back.  He’s more vocal than Chi-won when it comes to making noises, but he’s never able to really form words- his thoughts are blank and pure white when her lips are around his cock.  Chi-won just laughs loudly in response, slapping her ass hard enough to make her jerk forward again.

“Glrk!”

Jong-il laughs breathlessly, his eyes opening just enough to look down at her as he holds her head in place.  His cock pulses eagerly in her throat as they both bottom out in her at the same time.  It’s bordering on painful for her, but the pain just adds to her pleasure.  She’s not gonna come, not from them focusing on their own pleasure, but she’s in no position to even try to voice her disappointment.

“Fuck, listen to that slut gag.” Chi-won groans, resuming his hard thrusts.  He leans over her back to bite her shoulder, loving the way her walls clench up tight around him.  He laughs as loud as he can with her skin between his teeth.

“Yeah…”  Jong-il grunts, pumping his hips in sync with Chi-won’s thrusts to bury himself to the hilt each time.  “Feels good.  Can’t get- can’t get enough…”

She feels Chi-won’s hips stutter first, his thrusts becoming sloppy and out of rhythm as he bites down harder.  He’s not one to come in her, the risk of knocking her up is minimal but it’s enough to make him pull out regardless, unlike Jong-il who loves coming in her tight cunt.  “Gonna cum, little slut”  He moans, pulling out and jerking his cock until he spills to the ground below him.  He just barely misses the jumpsuits.

“Come- I’m gonna-”  Jong-il tries to get out a coherent sentence but it falls apart.  He wants to see her face when he comes, but it’s hard to keep his eyes open.  Chi-won pants against her back and Jong-il starts to pulse out cum into her mouth.  Her mouth floods with his cum, but she swallows it down readily.  When he’s spent, he pulls out of her mouth and pats her head.

For a moment, the only noises in the room are the three of them all panting and then Jong-il pipes up with a strained noise before actually talking, “we probably need to get dressed ‘nd see if the doc needs us.”  She crawls back over to where her clothing is discarded, they don’t help her back into her clothing.  She struggles for a little bit, huffing and glaring over at the pair who just give her a smirk and a thumbs up.  “You got this, baby girl,” he says, holding back a laugh.

“Poor girl, we got her so fucked up she can’t even get dressed.”  Chi-won says condescendingly before laughing.

She grunts as she zips up the jumpsuit and adjusts her belt, “fuck off, both of you.”  She pushes past them and opens the door.  The doctor is already finished, assessing that it’s not even worth trying to scavenge the other bodies for parts.  He looks like he knows something that the trio doesn’t, a glint in his eyes as he puts his  handheld radio back down.

“Gald you three had your fun.  You three ready to head back to the rooms?”

“Hell yeah we are, she drained us.”  Jong-il says, patting 009’s shoulder and grinning.  “Should try ‘er sometime, doc.  She’d get rid of that scowl you always have.”

The doctor’s face drops again.  “As pleasant as that sounds, I think I’d rather kill myself.”

“Don’t be that way, man.”  Chi-won says, going over to get his mask before tugging his balaclava back into place and putting his mask back on.  

009 and Jong-il go to get theirs as well.  Jong-il pats her ass ‘lovingly’ as the doctor moves past them to enter the stairway.  The trio all follow behind him, 009 immediately behind, then Jong-il, then Chi-won.  She feels tired as hell and she’s just ready to be in her own room- even if it’s not the most ideal.

Lineup, enter room, have dinner, go to bed.  Easy.  She lies down, more than ready to fall into a dreamless sleep again.  She may tolerate- even like- Jong-il and Chi-won, but goddamn they can be hard to be around after they fuck.

A few hours into her sleep, her door opens slowly.  Even in her rest she can feel herself being stared at and she stirs awake.  She blinks away her sleep before jumping back slightly.  There’s a Manager staring down at her before he speaks, “The commanding officer would like to see you in his chambers.”

“Wha-”

“The commanding officer would like to see in his chambers.”  He repeats before she can even finish a single word.  She sits up and rubs her eyes before standing up and stretching.  She gets her mask, places it on, adjusts her hood, and nods to the Manager.  The Manager leads her from her room through the colorful hallways and doorways before reaching an elevator she’s not entirely sure she’s seen before.  The air is tense, the pair both utterly quiet as they ride the elevator to the commanding officer’s chambers.  Why does he want to see her there?

The Manager stays in the elevator when they reach their location.  There’s two other Soldiers in the doorway to his chambers and in front of them stands the commanding officer.  His presence exudes authority, demands attention.  The doors to the elevator close behind her and she jumps slightly, though it’s hardly noticeable.  She steps forwards, standing between the two Soldiers.  She glances at them- Jong-il and Chi-won- before her eyes settle on the commanding officer.

“Masks off you three.”  He says, standing with his arms crossed in front of them.  In sync, the trio removes their hoods, slides their masks off, and tugs their balaclavas down.  She wants to look up at the two men, see if they know what this is about- though the fact it's them gives her a sinking feeling- but she keeps her eyes forward and focused on the commanding officer.  “I’m sure you three know why you’re here.  I’ve heard about your activities when you should be focusing on your job.”  She feels the two men tense on either side of her, she feels the color drain from her face.  It’s a nightmare, it’s gotta be… “Explain yourselves.  005, you first.”

“Well, I mean-” he stammers, “we just- it wasn’t my idea?”

“007.  Explain yourself.”  He says, it’s clear he doesn’t really care about whatever excuses they come up with.

“We just needed to relieve stress, Sir.  It won’t happen again.”

“009.”  He directs attention fully on her now.

Her throat dries out and she opens and closes her mouth, her hands tightening in front of her.  She  doesn’t even know what to say- she’s been caught and she doesn’t know how to make things better.  Is it even possible to make things better?  “I’m sorry, Sir.”  She manages to get out.  “It was a lapse of judgement.”

“A continued lapse in your judgement.”  He corrects.  He sighs and turns around, collapsing his hand behind his back. “All three of you, follow me.  You’re going to be taught a lesson.”  The air is charged as they follow him deeper into his quarters until they reach a bed with two chairs beside it.  “009, on the bed.  005, 007- you sit in the chairs.  You want to relieve stress?  We’ll relieve stress then.”

She sits on the edge of the bed, placing her mask on the bedside table before looking over to where Jong-il and Chi-won are sitting.  They look at her, before looking away.  They’ve never really been awkward around each other but now it feels too weird to acknowledge each other.  This isn’t lost on the masked officer who smiles behind his mask- he can work with this, he can work with the tension between the trio.  The masked officer walks over to stand in front of her, tilting her head with a surprising amount of gentleness.  “Eyes on me, hm?  Don’t pay attention to them.  They’re just watching, a little… audience… for us.” His tone is soothing even with the robotic voice modulation from his mask.

“O-Oh, okay?”  She says, nodding dumbly.

“Good.  You’ve always been a good listener, haven’t you?”  He leans in, she can see his eyes through the mask- they’re cold and calculating, there’s no warmth in them.  “Such a good girl, too good to be stuck around men like that.”  His lips quirk up into a smirk as her lips part slightly as his thumb rubs her chin.  “You know it too, don’t you?  I bet outside of the games, you’d never give them a second glance.”

She hears the other men shift in their chairs, can feel their gazes on the side of her face.  “No, Sir, I-”  she stammers and falters, “I mean they’re great guys but-”

“But?”  He hums, standing up straighter again and tugging down his hood, though he keeps his mask on.  “But just not your type, hm?  Too selfish, too focused on their own pleasures to give you what you need.”  He tsks, shaking his head and taking his hand away from her chin and shrugging.  “Rest assured, sweet thing, I’ll give you what you actually need.  Make sure you never mess around with them again.  I’ll show you how good things can be, don’t worry.”  She nods again, feeling heat rise to her cheeks.  “A reward for you, a punishment for them.  Sound good to you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He smirks arrogantly behind his mask, such an easy little thing.  He briefly wanders just how many times she’s been denied her chance to finish.  How cruel of the men to deny this pretty thing her release.  “Good girl.  Undress for me, 009.”  He looks over to see 005 and 007 squirm in their chairs as she unzips her jumpsuit, the pink fabric falling down around her shoulders before she stands to tug it down the rest of her body.  She kicks it off before sitting back on the bed, looking up at the commanding officer.  “Such a good listener.”  He purrs, “I could tell you do anything and you’d do it, wouldn’t you?  Though, I suppose, except to stick to just doing your job and not spread yourself for 005 and 007.”

“Sorry, Sir.”  She mumbles, looking down.  He laughs, it’s not a particularly cruel noise but it still sends a chill down her spine.  “I won’t- I promise I’ll stop.”

“I know you won’t do it again.  After tonight you’ll never want them again.  It’s okay, don’t apologize.”  He soothes, a gloved hand sliding from her shoulder to unclasp the bra.  His thumbs rub gentle circles on her nipples until they harden against the nitrile material.  He wants to pop one in his mouth, blow a breath of air against the sensitive peaks until she lets out a cute noise.  But it’s not the time for that, not when he wants to keep his mask on for this experience.  He lowers his hands, pushing her back on the bed as he rubs her sides.  “This is all for you, sweetest girl.  I’ll show you what someone like you deserves.  Scoot back for you, let me see you.”

She obeys, scoot herself back so her ass is right on the edge of the bed.  She bites her bottom lip as his black gloves spread her legs apart- he doesn’t force them to separate though, instead he allows her legs to more or less fall open willingly for him.  He intakes air sharply at the sight of her panties.  He wants to lean in and inhale her scent, tug her panties to the side and lick a stripe up her slit to taste her before taking his gloves off and slide a finger into her heat until she falls apart on his digits.  He can’t though, not this time- maybe he’ll do something like that in the future for  her if she keeps being such a damn good thing for him.

“Look at you, so tempting.”  He says, running his thumb up her clothed slit before settling on her clit.  He raises an eyebrow when she gasps and her hips immediately buck up against his touch.  He had expected her to be a needy thing, according to that doctor she would practically throw herself at 005 and 007 each night but never seemed too pleased later on, but to already be squirming just from his thumb rubbing circles on her clit- it’s adorably obscene.  “It’s okay, baby girl, you can move for me.  Don’t hold back.”

“Why are we here?”  005 complains, his voice strained as he shifts uncomfortably from his cock hardening.

“Your punishment is to watch me claim your…  What do you call her?  A whore?  A slut?  Your bitch?”  He hums, chuckling darkly as he keeps his eyes locked on the woman’s face.  “Such degrading words for a perfect thing, though I’m not surprised men like you would fail to see her worth.”

“Men like us?”  007 says, his cheeks flushed.

“Yeah, what did you-” 005 starts.

The commanding officer raises a finger up to the pair to shut them up.  “Don’t make me consider a harsher punishment for you two getting sloppy on the job.  You’re lucky that all I’m taking is her.”

She continues to move her hips beneath his thumb, her breathing becoming heavier as he works her over.  He’s skilled, that’s for fucking sure.  “Faster?”

Her request gets his attention and he leans over her body, his thumb rubbing more incessantly.  “Hm?  What was that?  Faster?”  His voice is a whisper into her ear, “are you in a position to make a request from me right now?  You may not be getting punished for your actions right now, but make no mistake of where you stand with me.”  He growls, but he doesn’t remove his digit.  He keeps rubbing her clit, relishes in the way she arches and grasps the bedding.  He can feel her heat even through the panties, even though his fucking gloves.  He can smell her desperation.  “You close?” “Mhm!”  She moans, nodding and closing her eyes for a second before they open back up.  She’s a perfect, mewling mess.

He leans back to look into her eyes, glancing over to see the way the pair of Soldiers sitting look disgruntled and aroused.  Their jumpsuits tent aggressively, they’d never put in this level of work for her.  While she’s moaned and whimpered for them, she’s never sounded like this- it sends jealousy through their veins but it fades almost instantly when the commanding officer pulls back and removes his thumb.  “Too bad, sweet thing.”

She whines and squirms, sitting up just enough to watch as he sheds his black jumpsuit.  He doesn’t kick it off, he settles just for it pooling at his ankles.  “What?  Why?”

“Why?”  He chuckles, his shoulder rising with the noise, “why should I let you cum yet?  I haven’t got to see what’s so good about this pussy that it makes not one but two men fail their duties.”

“Such a fucking slut,” one of the Soldiers scoffs.

“Quiet.  She’s not a slut.  She’s just needing something more than either of you can offer.” He corrects, pushing her back down and palming his cock through his black boxers.  He’s not one to come early, he’s able to control himself, but he doesn’t really want to hold back.  Not when he can so readily claim her in front of his subordinates, not when he can make all three of them remember their place. “Thank you.”  She murmurs in response to his defense of her, which makes him want to laugh loudly but he holds himself back.  He’s not defending her for her sake, rather to just make the men more upset.  However, getting her wrapped around his finger is a nice bonus.

“Of course, sweet girl.”  He slowly pulls her panties down, spreading her wider for him to settle between her thighs.  He grinds himself against her bare cunt, his head tilting back as her head warms his sensitive dick. He braces himself with one hand by her head as he fishes his stiff cock from his boxers and strokes himself.  He rubs his tip against her wet slit coating himself in her slick arousal.  “Ready for me?”

“Yes, Sir.”  She nods, sliding her arms over his shoulders.  She wishes he’d take the damn mask off, but she’s not stupid enough to bring it up.

He grunts as his head splits her, slipping into her tight heat easily.  He doesn’t rush forward, no- he takes his time to let her feel every inch of him until he hilts himself.  She feels like heaven wrapped around him.  A guttural groan leaves him as he slowly thrusts.  He doesn’t want to go fast like a rabid animal, not unless she asks him to of course, but the idea is there.  “Feel good, baby?  You like that?”

She nods, her nails digging into her palms as she settles her legs on his waist.  She lifts her hips in sync with his thrusts and lets out cute, celsius noises each time he bottoms out.  “I love it, Sir.  Don’t- Don’t stop.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it.”

005 groans, either out of the desire to be within her cunt or because he’s getting fed up, he’s not really sure.  It doesn’t matter to him, to be honest- he’s getting lost in the sensation of her clutching heat fluttering around him so nicely.  He moves his free hand between their bodies and rubs her clit again.  When she grips him tighter, he lets out a low groan.  Just like that, yeah…  That’s fucking perfect.

“Please, Sir.  That feels so good.”  She whimpers out, tugging him down so her face can be buried in his neck.

He tsks and pulls away slightly, “look at them.  I want you to look at the men you no longer belong to.”

She tenses up before obeying, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth and looking over at 005 and 007.  Fuck, their eyes are darting between her face and the way the commanding officer’s hips move.  “Shit…”  She breathes out, her eyes fluttering as they all three make eye contact.  Her walls massage his cock and he feels her arousal coating his shaft and dribbling down to his balls.

“I’m going to fill you up, 009.  Mark you as mine now.”  He growls.  If he didn’t have his mask on, he’s bite on her neck, bite on her shoulder, leave pretty marks up and down her skin.  “You’re mine now.”  He says before his hips start to pump out of rhythm.  He hilts into her harder, unintentionally but goddammit she’s gripping him perfectly.  He can’t get enough, he might have to start calling her to his chambers more often.

“Can I come?”  She asks, looking so damn needy beneath him.

He laughs.  He laughs…  “Of course not.”  He groans, “you didn’t do your duties tonight.  Why should you come on my cock, hm?  Think you really deserve it?”  He rubs her clit harder and faster, loving the way she holds herself back from finishing.  “You don’t.  Fuck, you don’t deserve to finish tonight, baby girl.”

She cries out, her legs tightening around him as she barely holds herself back as he comes inside of her.  He’s as far inside of her as he can be, pumping hot cum deep into her cunt.  He groans loudly, throwing his head back.  The Soldiers’ eyes widen as they watch her expression change as he fills her up.

“You really didn’t come, huh?”  He mutters, straight up and using his hands to gently take her legs from his waist so they can fall back onto the bed beneath her.  “You are such a good thing.  So proud of you.”

She pant heavily, sitting up and finally looking away from 005 and 007.  “I try to be.”  She responds, her voice a little rough.  Of course she didn’t get to finish, but it was still more pleasurable than anything she’s felt with her fellow Soldiers.

“Get dressed.  You two, go wait by the elevator.”  He says, his black jumpsuit back in place as he pats her thigh before looking over the Soldiers.  005 and 007 grumble and stand up, walking stiffly back through the hallway to the elevator.  “You did good tonight, 009.”

“Thank you, Sir.”  She says, getting dressed.  “I’m still sorry, I- I’ll do my job from now on.”

He smiles under his mask, nodding and standing straighter, “I know you will.  Now hurry along to the elevator.  I’ll have a Manager bring you three back to your rooms.”  She gives him a small almost-wave before going to where 005 and 007 are waiting.  

“Damn whore…”  They say in unison as she appears, sneering and crossing their arms.  The elevator door opens and they all walk in.

“You’re still ours.”  Jong-il says, his mask nearly touching her ear so no one can hear, “no matter what the damn commanding officer says.”

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I am a fellow neet anon and a former gifted kid lol and just wanted to add my two cents on the gifted kids conversation that I never see discussed - the creation of gifted kids programs in the second and third world following an American model has been detrimental to child and young adult welfare there. academic development is always tied to economic productivity, but when it is the only viable way for a child to access a little bit of money in the way of scholarships (that often stretch to support the whole family), gifted kids programs really serve the large western propaganda machine designed to expose struggling governments as complete failures and reinforce the idea that western (private) foundations need to take charge and fund the welfare of all, but specifically "chosen" children, who are groomed to become the powerful people of the future and secure their complete indoctrination and loyalty to neo liberal values and the west as a whole.

i benefited from these systems a lot, and my family pushed me to it endlessly, because it was between that and manual labour at the age of 13. saying my self worth was tied to academic success is not enough; my whole worth as a human was tied to it as well, especially after the unpleasant discovery that i will likely be disabled my whole life and won't be able to keep up the type of job my parents and grandparents did. it was grilled into me that it's between being good at school or growing up to become destitute. and they were right unfortunately.

western "gifted kids" don't seem to realise the effort it takes for kids from lower economic backgrounds whose family are not traditionally educated to succeed within these programs, and it is even more difficult to comprehend traditionally working class kids outside the global north competing for the same resources and school spots in a globalising world. getting accepted to a fancy international university (even within your own country) and having the means to go there, even with scholarships, is beyond a full time job, it is often the whole family that works for that to happen and the amount of burn out I've seen particularly in gifted programs aimed at working class kids is astounding. there is also such a thing as a collapsed middle class in some countries, and the promise that gifted programs give is that the family can once more be elevated into it, which creates this fake antagonism between a minority educated into western values and the rest of the population that they believe is below them.

and of course a chance at a white colour job and working towards that is better than doing manual labour as a teen, however a lot of us end up doing both. the existence of gifted programs and the successful stories of some of the students educated in them (which are lucky outliers) only perpetuate the idea that we truly live in a meritocracy and if you push hard enough through it you will be able to dig yourself and even your family out of poverty. and if you are a disabled child who needs money for surgeries, medical care and equipment, you can imagine what a scholarship for good grades means, what a smaller classroom size is in practical terms - it is the difference between receiving the basic accommodations necessary to even reach school and not going at all. for me, it was so important I get into a school with a gifted kids program because we knew they could install a toilet and a ramp for me too and would fund my transport.

the basic fact is, gifted kids are given the benefit of the doubt when other kids aren't, which gives them major privileges especially in societies that lacks the basics usually available in the west (stable currency most notably). they are often given a little bit more accomodations (though that all falls through if you have a disability that becomes an inconvenience/you stop behaving like an inspiring invalid) and that errodes the trust people have in the ability of regular schools to provide a base level education for everyone. and that is not true at all, in my experience a gifted school programs are propaganda machines that deminish critical thinking and make their students think that anyone disagreing with their views must be intellectually lacking. also, gifted programs in the second and third world tend to be facilitated by private non profits that sometimes get gov contracts and do with public funds as they see fit. if that's not unfair appropriation of funds, I don't know what is.

all of that is obviously imperial in nature, but the same is being done within the core. wake up sheeple etc etc, noone is giving you free opportunities because you are extra special little angel baby that is better than everyone else and deserves to rule on top of them in 15 years time. noone is recreating a sort of primary school aristocracy for charitable purposes. and the majority of kids coming from dire circumstances are aware of that the entire time, we just do everything we can to remain on course because we have to.

thanks, this discussion really shouldn't be so limited around global northern countries -- & usually the us specifically

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OMG I JUST READ IT HAD TO BE YOU WITH BUCKY AND PLEASE PLEASE COULD YOU WRITE A PART 2??? LIKE HE OBVIOUSLY GETS CAPTURED BY HYDRA ETC, BUT READER ALSO GET FREEZED OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT MAYBE WITH STEVE OR SOMETHING AND HE ACTUALLY GETS THAT DATE (i don't really know where could you place this like in Civil War, or maybe even in TFATWS, I DON'T KNOW PLEASE SURPRISE MY DUMB ASS) 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻❤️❤️❤️PLEASE I'M CRYING 😭YOUR WRITING IS SO GOOD❤️❤️ obviously if you don't want to write it just ignore my request 😄😘

pt. 1 | pt. 2 (happy ending)

visual is for vibes only, reader’s appearance is nondescript!

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: bucky finally gets that date, even if it’s not quite you

warnings: mentions of canon-typical violence, death/grief

word count: 2.2k

a/n: thank you for your request!! unfortunately for you, my lovely anon, i chose violence and strayed away towards angst so good luck 😭 (however, if you’d like a happy part 2, let me know, as i’d be happy to write an alternate ending!)

There was no easy way to put it: His life had been stolen from him.

Bucky had accepted that almost immediately after his memories had returned. There’d be no reclaiming the time, no undoing what Hydra had taken.

His family - all of his sisters, his mother and father, his grandparents - were long gone. A fact he’d learnt through a friend-of-a-friend whose name he didn’t even know, as if the loss alone wasn’t hard enough.

Having his memory back did him almost no good. What good was remembering, when all it did was remind you of who you’d lost?

You were among the people he’d searched for too. But, like all of his kin, you were gone.

Not because of Hydra. Not because of some world-ending event. Just old age. You’d lived to ninety, just five years shy of him having the chance to see you again.

And you’d had a hell of a life in his absence.

You’d dedicated every second of it to helping others and Bucky couldn’t say it surprised him. You had been one of just five Army Nurses who’d received a Silver Star after the war.

Shortly after his disappearance, and presumed death, you’d requested a transfer further down the Italian coastline to assist a core overrun with wounded as they made their way home, still under fire.

When others had fled, you’d stayed. You’d put your life on the line that day, saving six men.

Bucky could almost hear your voice; “Well, what was I going to do, leave them?”

He couldn’t be prouder of you. He also couldn’t help the ache in his chest when he thought of everything he’d missed.

Your life had been so full of good. In your story, he’d barely have made a paragraph.

You’d never married. Never had children. You’d given your life to the cause. To helping others. With Peggy’s help, you’d co-founded a foundation for the families of those killed in action.

And at the headquarters of that foundation, a long memorial wall bore the names of the lives it had touched.

His was the first name carved.

There was even a photograph of you, from the newspaper, carving it yourself. Stood at the top of a ladder, caught mid-laugh as you etched his name into permanence.

That photo had broken him. You’d looked after his family. After him. And he hadn’t even been there to thank you.

You were so wonderful in so many ways. He’d never deserved you.

He’d stared at that photo for hours, the first time he’d seen it. Something about the joy on your face, even in the act of memorialising him, struck him painfully in the chest. It was so you to find light even in loss.

He wondered what you’d think of the version of him that existed now.

He certainly wasn’t sure what to think of the new version of you.

Five years after your passing, the foundation had partnered with Stark Industries to create a digital memorial. An interactive exhibit to be incorporated into the Captain America Smithsonian wing.

To commemorate the legacy of your service and to inspire future generations.

That was the slogan they were pushing.

Steve had told him about it weeks ago, in a way that one might approach a wounded animal. He’d explained it as plainly as he could.

You would be what was now called a ‘hologram’.

A three-dimensional likeness, designed to talk and interact with visitors. Now, you were made of archival footage, interviews, letters.

“They wanted it to feel like… like her.” Steve had said.

Bucky had refused, at first. Just the thought made his stomach turn. You, smiling, moving, and talking, like you weren’t dead. It felt cruel. Wrong.

He’d seen enough ghosts in his lifetime. He didn’t think he could face one more.

Especially not you.

But once Steve had told him about it, he couldn’t get you off of his mind.

Most nights, he’d lie awake, staring at the ceiling and twirling the access pass Steve had given him between his fingers until dawn broke.

He thought of your voice and how you were caring but never babied. All the quips you used to make to keep him in line.

He thought of your eyes. All the times he’d caught them lingering on his arms, and how he’d pretended not to notice, just so you’d keep your attention on him a little longer.

He wondered what you might say to him now, if you could. If you knew what had happened to him. What he’d done. What had been done to him.

He mulled over Steve’s words too, “If anyone were to be the first to see her, it should be you.”

And, so, on the anniversary of his fall, he caved.

The exhibit hadn’t opened to the public yet. It was barely dawn. The museum was deserted, save for the security team, who let him through without a word once they saw his pass.

At the entrance, a black marble pedestal bore a gold plaque with your name etched into it.

And, as Bucky stepped closer to it, your hologram flickered to life, having sensed movement. And then, piece by piece, from toe to head, you were stood in front of him again.

He stopped breathing.

You stood there, or rather something like you, in the middle of a museum, surrounded by artefacts from a life that had once been his.

In the soft light, you looked real. Real enough.

He could pretend.

“Oh! Hello, there,” you smiled brightly, placing your hands on your hips, “I didn’t see you!”

And suddenly, Bucky was back there.

As you walked back to your station, your eyes met Bucky and your lips parted softly, “Oh! Hello there, I didn’t see you. Are you alright?”

Bucky had been caught staring.

He cleared his throat, laughing awkwardly as he gestured to his shining bruise around his eye, “Uh, yeah, hi, sorry, I needed some help."

You clicked your tongue softly, walking over. You cupped his face, looking it over with a small sigh, “Nothing much we can do for a black eye, but we'll get some ice on it."

Then, with a gentle nudge to his arm, you added, “Come sit."

And then you were gone again, replaced by your hologram as she proudly announced:

“Welcome to the Captain America Smithsonian Exhibit. We’re glad to have you here!”“What’s your name, soldier?” you asked with an eerily cheery smile.

“James.” Bucky muttered, wringing his metal hand out.

“Well, isn’t that a coincidence!” you laughed, “I knew a young man by that name, back in 1945, working with the 107th.”

“Come to think of it, you look an awful lot like him too!”

“You’d better not stick around too long or I might start getting attached.” you winked at him.

You didn’t recognise him.

He should’ve guessed. You were a program, after all. You had limitations. You weren’t you.

Still, it didn’t hurt any less to have you this close and still be unreachable.

Bucky swallowed hard, his throat tightening as he fought to find the right words.

“I don’t suppose you’d remember much about him,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

The hologram tilted its head, eyes shimmering with a quiet fondness, “On the contrary, soldier. James Barnes was quite the character.”

“He was incredibly brave,” your smile softened, “His bravery… his kindness… Sergeant Barnes’s impact on my life is why I developed the All Flower Foundation with Peggy Carter.”

“Today, the All Flower Foundation supports the families of those who lost their lives protecting our great country.”

Bucky nodded, finally swallowing the lump that had grown in his throat.

“He would’ve been proud,” he whispered, his voice growing tighter with every word you said.

“He always was, of me,” you smiled, “He was impressed by my rank when we first met, but can you blame him? Lieutenant’s not too shabby.”

That wasn’t right.

The real you wouldn’t have said that. Not the girl he knew.

You were humble. You always downplayed your accomplishments, wanted everyone on the same playing field. This wasn’t you at all. You didn’t brag.

Bucky’s jaw clenched. Part of him wanted to shut the whole thing down, to walk away and leave the ghost behind.

But he didn’t.

“You really don’t know who I am, do you?” he asked softly, rooted to the spot.

The hologram tilted its head again, leaning closer and watching him with gentle sympathy.

“I’m terribly sorry, soldier, but I don’t believe we’ve met. You do remind me of someone… someone very dear.”

He felt tears beginning to burn.

“James Barnes,” Bucky said gruffly, trying not to lose his patience with you, “That’s who you’re remembering, doll.”

He stepped closer.

“You’re remembering me,” his voice broke.

“I’m here. It’s me, doll. I’m James.”

The hologram paused. There was a flicker in your eyes and a red sheen passed over them for a moment.

A security alert. Bucky felt the change instantly.

His tone. His posture. Elevated stress signals. He’d been flagged.

You saw him as a threat.

Whatever was left of you was only trying to keep him calm until someone came to take him away.

And that, somehow, hurt more than anything else.

You didn’t want him there. Or, at least, this version didn’t.

“James,” you said softly, “I’m glad you came. There’s so much you should know… and not enough time for me to tell it all.”

He closed his eyes, chest heaving. This wasn’t real. You were gone.

And his heart broke all over again.

“I’m sorry,” he said, stepping back, “I shouldn’t’ve come.”

The hologram smiled gently, tilting its head. It was trying to be kind but it was hollow, performative.

It wasn’t you. It’s wasn’t you. It wasn’t you.

“Don’t be,” the hologram replied, “We’re grateful for every visitor who carries the memory of our soldiers.”

The words were empty. They weren’t meant for him. They were meant for field trips, tourists, strangers. Not for the man who loved you.

He’d come here thinking he could handle it, but there were some wounds that didn’t scar over and you weren’t something that he could replace.

He turned away.

Your voice followed him down the corridor.

“Take care, soldier. And thank you for your service.”

He wiped the tears from his face.

He felt like he was trying to escape a maze, one whose walls were formed of the life he’d lost out on. It was a whole other type of torture. He feared it was never going to end as he walked on.

Dozens of rows stretched before him: memorabilia, placards, curated histories. Medals behind glass. Field uniforms on mannequins. Black-and-white photos arranged in neat chronological order.

He stopped in front of one wall: “Heroes of the 107th.”

There was Steve, clean-shaven, smiling, and his arm slung around Bucky’s shoulder. And there he was too: Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes.

Below the image, a placard read:

James Barnes, presumed KIA, 1945.

Remembered for his valor and service. An integral member of the Howling Commandos.

He let out a humourless laugh.

Presumed dead. Not wrong, per se, just incomplete. No mention of the years in the dark. No mention of what he became afterwards. They’d tied his story up with a beautifully patriotic bow. What else did he expect?

He moved on.

Peggy had her own corridor. Steve too. Rows and rows of artefacts in their names.

Then he saw it: “The All Flower Foundation”

Your face was represented in a mosaic at the entrance, built from hundreds of tiny images.

Patients you’d treated, families you’d supported, soldiers who’d returned because you stayed behind when others didn’t.

This you would’ve liked. Not the shell of you in the room he’d left behind. His chest constricted again.

A quote ran across the top of the archway in a font that mimicked your handwriting:

“To remember the fallen, we support the living.”

He hadn’t known you’d said that. Maybe you hadn’t. Maybe it was just something they’d attributed to you because it looked nice on a plaque.

The exhibit was composed of projections across its walls. They flickered to life as he stepped inside, bathing him in sea of soft light and sound.

Grainy footage played first, reels from the war. You were standing in a muddy field, hair tucked under your cap, sleeves rolled up to your elbows. You shooed the camera away, smiling amusedly at the person behind it.

“You’re wasting film,” you’d teased, laughing.

They’d subtitled the video. There hadn’t been sound back then, not with the kind of portable cameras the Army could afford.

Bucky stood still.

He remembered that day. The higher-ups wanted recruitment material and morale reels. You’d refused to stop treating the wounded long enough to pose.

The projection changed. A different reel now, one he remembered very dearly.

“James!” you shrieked, voice full of delight, as Bucky scooped you up into his arms.

A younger man, some Sergeant whose name Bucky could no longer recall, laughed from behind the camera.

You were howling, clutching at him as he spun you once, twice, then set you gently down. You swatted at his chest but he just caught your hands, pressing a kiss to your fingertips.

You rolled your eyes, smiling, and he leaned in to kiss you properly. A chorus of whistles and cheers erupted from the men offscreen. He smirked against your lips and turned you away from the crowd, arms wrapped tightly around you.

“Alright, show’s over, fellas!” the younger version of him had been grinning like a fool. If only he knew what little time the two of you had left together.

The projection flickered, and the scene shifted again, this time to something newer. He couldn’t see what it was through his tears.

[pamela-lntt]

The bell rings, and, suddenly, we're in Senior Year !

idk what else to say other than uuh hermie (accidental) trans shoes

Like my art? Consider buying me a coffee (kofi) !

Like these sketches? Get one for yourself (commissions) !

Notes (lore wise) about each character below the cut

Okay, I lied, I DO have things to say...

So, of course, every design is based on some of my own ideas of how they'd be in Senior Year, especially with the whole aspect of graduation approaching and them having to go to college pretty soon (I projected a bit since the feelings I had in that time of my life are still clear as day even though I'm a year away from graduating from college myself)

I'll go in order of how I lined them up in the post:

Link:

Part of the Teen High Soccer Team. Still dedicated to becoming a Professional Soccer Player and hoping to get a Sports Scholarship (He, unfortunately, won’t. This will lead him to becoming a P.E. teacher and High School Soccer Coach). Senior Year is also when He and Scary start developing feelings for each other, but they don't confess and become official until their 2nd year of college.

Scary:

Going mainly by Terry again (Scary is now her stage name). Part of the Teen High Soccer Team and torn between studying Arts (writing or music) and Sports (exercise science / sports study); leaning towards Arts. Still making Music, but as a Soloist opposed to a band (she starts gaining fame in her last year of college).

Taylor:

Tech Bro phase that will lead him down the path of trying (and failing) to become a Tech Genius & Inventor. Ends up dropping out of college to focus on that tech aspect (was studying robotics, funnily enough). He's still on his Main Protagonist Syndrome thing and got a proper mobility aid cane as opposed to his secretly-a-Katana cane, lmao. Obviously still into anime, but his whole craze on robotics came out of watching more mecha and sci-fi anime.

Normal (favoritism incoming):

Scared of the unknown of the future & at his lowest. Wants to get as far away from San Dimas as possible (emotional gut reaction that’ll be followed through).

Normal is on a real slump. It’s his final year of high school, and he has no idea what he’s going to do. The future is scary, it’s hard to live in the present and now, more than ever, the past haunts him; the person he used to be who knew exactly what he wanted. Only one thing is clear in his mind: he needs to get as far away from San Dimas as possible. He loves his friends, don’t get him wrong, but they remind him too much of the scars left on him at only 15. What he hates the most, is how he can tell Hermie cares and is trying to help… but no matter what, he can’t help seeing Hermie 1.0… how can you look at someone in the eye when all you can see are the eyes of another?

Normal leaves San Dimas the day after graduation, travelling to the other side of the country (New York). The only people who knew of this were his Family, who support him by paying the bills of his new apartment.

Erica:

Secretly debating whether to follow her parents’ set plan (Becoming a Dentist) or her own dreams (Becoming a Veterinarian with an expertise in horses). She’ll eventually get a bachelor's degree in Biology and enroll in Dental School for 2 years before switching to Vet School. She's also more friendly with the main teens, even considering them good friends, especially Scary, who is the one that supports her in this internal debate of profession.

Margherita:

Youngest Graduate. Plans on studying Theatre and becoming an Actress (focused on plays). Works part-time at the Library with her mom, trying to get a head start on college expenses. She, too, becomes friendly with the main teens, but she mostly hangs out with Hermie since they're both in the same club and have the goal of studying the same thing in the same place. They become best friends in college.

Hermie (favoritism incoming pt.2):

On the tail end of a ‘Trying to Emulate Hermie 1.0’ Phase. Planning on studying Theatre. Will eventually do so while learning to DJ for an ‘easy’ side gig.

Hermie by senior year, like mentioned above, is on the tail end of a “trying to emulate Hermie 1.0” phase and starting the journey he’ll go through in college of self discovery and separating himself from Hermie 1.0 and becoming something fully his own… he can’t seem to let go of Normal though. The feelings Hermie 1.0 had for normal that reside within him are still there, throbbing like a heart beat in the back of his mind. He wants to help him, he has always wanted to help him, but he doesn’t know how. Hopefully being there is enough.

In the end, it wasn't. Normal stays the night the day of the graduation, but when Hermie awakes, he's no longer there. Only two days too late does he learn that their dear friend left San Dimas for good.

Thanks for reading !! As a treat, I'll reveal some things:

I'm working on and wrapping up a small, about 10 second Oakworthy animation that I've shown of a bit over on Twitter

I really really really want to make an animation to the song Lonely Gift by Kevin Atwater exploring Normal and Hermie's relationship in Senior Year and that "want" was the main inspiration for me doing these designs (and now that they're done, I can start storyboarding !!)

That comic I posted a few nights ago, "Escape", takes place during Senior Year and the "Teeny" and "Joker" are sort of daydreams Normal has in his head very commonly when he's by himself. (here's another doodle of them i posted on Twitter)

That's all!! Back to the void I go...

[bubblekissed]

it’s totally fine that you don’t want mc haters to interact with your blog! I love her too…But I’m confused as to why you called the interaction toxic. If you and I were reading the same post, same comments, I mostly got the vibe that people were conversing civilly and bringing up points that were valid. Certain parts of MC just bother them and I think it’s a lot better to have that kind of conversation criticizing a game you play rather than the hostility I’ve seen against non-mc writers sometimes (not that you are one).

I agree it was a really negative post, but it wasn’t bad. People seemed to have found each others’ similar interests and decided to stay away from blogs they disagree with like your new warning.

I also hope we can have a non-toxic community but that includes being able to discuss these kinds of things without trying to shame anyone. Again, not that you are (By the way if we’re not talking about the same post then please just take me as a random observer giving their two cents! Don’t mind me! Thanks)

hello, welcome! i apologise if this is the first impression i made. i usually keep such opinions to myself because the fandom has enough discourses as it is, and i thought i didn't want to contribute more to the disagreements.

i think we were indeed reading the same post. i found it while i was searching for sylus x reader tag, and unfortunately it popped up first to the latest category.

there were many points of which i disagreed. it was a negative post that made me frown, and if you know the hate train that's been happening on the female characters of love and deepspace, at some point it gets tiring to see.

mc is you, you are mc. i understand if people think of her as a different entity (that's totally okay!), but at the same time you are the one who created her, and in creative spaces such as tumblr and ao3, you are also the one to appoint her with a personality type.

the game itself is a sci-fi fantasy romance otome game, it is not meant to be realistic. these men utter your name in the game (assuming you put your name/nickname in the player placeholder). by default, they are yours and you are theirs.

we get to become hunters, sorceresses, dragonesses, brides to the sea god, queens, princesses, metaloenergetic humans (i just made this word up idk), or have weird powers that attract trouble and causes us to get exiled by village nobodies.

the thing i absolutely found weird is how the men (xavier, rafayel, zayne, sylus, caleb) were praised above and beyond. how mc is called a mary sue for having them love her but no, the male characters are absolutely perfect in every single way. this is not specifically about the post either, it's how the fandom treats it's female characters and find nothing wrong about the reasons they give to hate a: character-insert who is meant to be the embodiment of yourself, your aunt-in-law, and even your coworker and best friend.

now the most common excuses of all: she doesn't treat the love interests right. she is not complex. she is too complex. she is a celestial being. she doesn't have a personality. she has too much personality.

on another note: i don't have anything against non-mc readers, i read them myself and i enjoy them as much as the next person. the only thing i don't like is how misogynistic terms such as pick-me comes out from girlies that i never expected to come.

so i guess the post was never meant for me, because i love the stories and how we were inserted into them. as for the "people were conversing civilly" i will let the comments of said post speak for themselves. "These good boys deserve so much better than a pretty-faced void."

i will not proceed any further, you are free to ask again if you want! i will of course reply as fast as i am able to. that was mainly for the exclusive non-mc consumers who view mc as a whole different entity and believe the love interests won't choose them and villainise the mc because of it.

i hope i didn't come off too strong. as a mc fan, and as someone who just hates disliking female characters (i have been in too many fanwars over sakura haruno, katara, korra, elena gilbert, bella swan, you name it), it got me bothered.

i'm sorry.

[maplepalette]

ACOTAR cast - who I trust with my drink

This is very Y/N coded, sorry chat </3

Rhysand - absolutely NOT. Look what he did to Feyre's drinks in book 1! that man isn't coming anywhere near my glass!

Cassian - Yes but I'll regret it when I get back, not because I think he'll do anything to it, but because he'll drink it.

Azriel - Yes, 100% yes. He will be guarding my drink like he swore an oath to it. Even after I come back he'll insist on getting me a new drink just in case.

Feyre - No, she would spill it or loose it and then blame me and refuse to replace the drink.

Elaine - Depends on what I'm drinking, she wouldn't hold my beer but if I asked her to watch my wine she would happily babysit the drink.

Nesta - No, she is a recovering alcoholic and I respect her avoiding alcohol. However I am brining her into the bathroom with me, she's my drunk piss buddy tonight!

Mor - HELL NO! Just like Cassian, she's going to drink it, but unlike Cass, she's going to panic and grab a random drink from the bar that probably belonged to someone.

Amren - Yes, but I'm not getting that drink back. She's adding it to her drink hoard and will not share, nor is she drinking them either. She just has them?

Gwyn - Yes, she will keep my drink safe, return it to my hands when I get back and then drag me to do karaoke.

Emerie - ABSOLUTELY! In fact she's getting refills for us as soon as I get back. 3 beers in and we're in the booth demolishing some bar wings!

Tarquin - Yes, he's the one pouring the drinks too. He would change my drink out for water without me even noticing as the night went on. He's also tricking people into eating those little limes behind the bar (harmless)

Varian - No, again not that I don't trust him, I just think he will either drink it without thinking, or it will be lost to Amren's hoard.

Cresseida - No, I don't know her well enough to make an assessment and would not want to take the drunken risk. However I am taking her to the dance floor and dragging her along every time I need a smoke break.

Alis - Yes, do I even have to explain myself? She is keeping everyone's drinks safe and sound. She's probably the only one able to get Amren to release the drinks from her hoard.

Amarantha - HELL NO TO THE NO NO NO. WHO INVITED HER?? KICK HER OUT - She is serving thooo, eat up the run way babes~

Andras - Loyal to a fault, he's holding onto that drink even after the ale has stopped pouring. He's the DD and is holding onto everyone's keys. He is trusted with all of my belongings <3

Beron - Surprisingly yes, it's not because he cares about my well being, it's that he wants to make others think he cares and therefor will be able to get close to whoever he actually wants to screw over. I'm safe, but yall be careful out there!

Eris - Also yes, however he's trying to hide that he's taking care of my drink because he wants others to think he doesn't care when he really does. Him and Azriel are the ones pretending to be girls boyfriends to get creeps to go away.

Lucien - Absolutely! He's going to joke around and act like something happened to my drink, meanwhile it's just behind his back. He will return my drink after he gets his laughs in.

Brannagh and Dagdan - They came with Amarantha, they are being kicked out with her too. Everyone dumped their drinks and ordered new ones to be safe.

Cerridwen and Nuala - Yes, but I'm still checking my drink for bubbles when I get back. I trust the twins, I just don't trust that they'll stop Rhysand from messing with the drink.

Devlon - He's grumbling about how I shouldn't be drinking and that this isn't a place for me and I need to watch myself while he's holding my drink and snarling at anyone who gets too close. He does not want to be responsible for me and my drink but he's doing it anyway.

Drakon and Miryam - No, they Irish exited WITH MY DRINK! COME BACK!!!

Enalius - He died protecting my drink. Unfortunately the drink was tampered with and lost its plot after his death.

Papa Archeron - Nooo, no, nonono.... No.

Mama Archeron - NOOO, NONONONONO, NO. HELL NAH.

Greyson - Ew no, who invited him? He's gonna put fae bane in my drink, get him out!

Helion - No, he's not done anything to the original drink, but he did swap it for a stronger drink and will not tell me. Not to take advantage of anyone, just because no one is as drunk as him yet. He is the reason Tarquin is attacking people with limes and trading booze for water.

Ianthe - No, she is giving me the roofie of a life time. Even the shittiest people in the room are wrestling my drink away from her so she doesn't tamper with it.

Isaac - Oh lord above no! He's a gross cheater, someone call his wife and get him out of here!

Jesminda - Yes, she's running water to people and telling Lucien to be nice to all the poor drunken fools. She did trade my beer for a glass of water but I cant be mad about it <3

Jurian - Yes, but just like Cassian, he is drinking it. Those two are paying for me and Emerie's chicken wings!

Kallias - Hell yeah, just because he'll keep it cold and wouldn't want to do anything that gave Viviane the ick.

Viviane - Also yes! As long as she keeps my drink away from Mor everything will go well!

King of Hybern - WHO IS INVITING THESE PEOPLE TO THE FUNCTION?? GET OUT!

Keir - No, a million times no. But I will buy him a drink, I dont like him one ounce, however he probably needs the night out more than I do.

Koschei - No, but he will be part of the cursed blunt rotation.

Lanthys - Also not allowed near my drink, but will too be in the blunt rotation. The death gods need some kush.

Lady of Autumn - Yes, though I think Beron would take the drink from her, he probably thinks she ordered a drink for herself and doesn't want her getting too confident :(

Unnamed merc from book 1 - Yes, and she's part of the cursed blunt rotation.

The wyrm - Honestly... yeah, no one is taking my drink from the wyrm, IM not taking my drink from the wyrm!

Nyx - WHO BROUGHT THE BABY????

The human queens - I don't care who we're talking about, none of them are allowed near my drink EVER!!

The Ravens - No, they are going to drug me and kidnap me. But despite my judgment they may join the blunt rotation.

Suriel - Yes and they are invited to the after party, the rotation, and my place for a sleep over gossip session!

Tamlin - Yes, He is keeping my drink safe, cool, and untouched by prying hands. He has only taken a few sips as payment as well as added a Tarquin gifted lime to the drink because it was "too flat and bland".

Thesan - Being neutral does not mean safe, I don't know his vibe well enough to trust him with my drink. He is invited to the after party so I can get to know him better.

Tomas - I gave him my drink but I planted a bomb in it that will blow him up as soon as he touches the glass.

Vassa - The only queen I'm trusting to hold my drink. She did pass it onto Lucien, who passed it onto Jurian, who drank it. But she'll replace the drink with the two boy's money.

Weaver - Hot take but yes, only because I want to see what kind of bargain she would offer me in exchange for holding my drink. She too is invited to the after party and rotation.

[eldritch-spouse]

Pinnie, I have Livius brain rot soo baadddd. The angst for this man is through the roof but also him acting like a goober (I know it’s one of his masks) I’d fold so fast :(((.

So what would he do if that masks falls for a spilt second and his queen kinda just, blinks at him in disbelief. (Lets say she came willingly to hell cause his facade was really good and she thought is was of her own volition ) Does he try to quickly cover it up with mimicking her or does he allow her confusion (and proabbly fear) to fester? I can only think of this happening cause he got jealous somehow or her attention wasn’t on him for whatever reason.

Anyhoo, thank you for the unstable taffy and your wonderful ability to pull monster yanderes outta thin air. I hope you have a good rest of your night/day!

[Yer welcum! :7 Likewise.]

Oh, make no mistake, there are plenty of moments where you can visibly see Livius shift gear into a new face abruptly, or stop to think about what he'll become next.

The mask will fall in many moments.

When he gets a very unexpected reaction; When he feels like he's made a grave mistake in his mimicry; When it's no longer entertaining him, and when something or someone is being more interesting at the moment (this does not mean he intends to pursue the person, merely that he wants to poke them mentally); When he's particularly upset or destabilized by something (like you said).

Unfortunately, when Livius' predetermined mask slips, you (usually) don't get enough time to see what lies beneath -Not that there's much too see to begin with- Because he's quick on his feet to pick up something else.

Livius is not too concerned by you seeing his vacant state. In fact, deep down, even if that's an uncomfortable state to be in around others, he still wonders how you feel about it. At the same time that Livius knows this unsettles you, he can't explain it very well to you and prefers if you don't dwell on it too hard.

Few things are genuine about Livius, he'll be the first one to admit this to you- But his love of you is constant through every mask.

[nylaboon]

heavy love — Rodrick Heffley

— headcanons: rodrick as a boyfriend

tags: not proof-read, reader is gender neutral, extremely short since i got a headache and stopped LMAO

note: praying this gets me to start writing again; the drafts are looking depressing !!! had to post about my favorite bisexual icon because its july, which is when i usually watch doawk

❖ you help him clean out his van. the first time you brought it up, he was driving you to school. the sound of candy wrappers, empty soda cans, and whatever else he had piling up in the back was starting to irritate you, so you suggested he cleaned the van out. with this being rodrick, he obviously wasn't too keen on the thought of it, so he turned you down. weeks passed of you trying to convince him to clean until he eventually cracked. but he'd only do it with your help. and don't even mention the mess in his bedroom.

❖ rodrick is a broke boy. mom bucks, unfortunately, aren't enough for him to afford a fancy dinner. he wants to impress you so fucking bad no matter how many times you explain that you'll survive without going on a fancy dinner date at some boring restaurant. gas station dates are as good as they get (obviously), driving around town while blasting music, him trying his best to teach you how to drum, etc.

❖ with driving in mind—you had to make him promise to stop speeding. it took a lot of reminders and discipline, but after a while he grew used to it.

❖ he gives you löded diper merch to show his affection. custom band tees, cds, all of it. again, he's broke and he doesn't have much to work with.

❖ matching tattoos. need i say more?

❖ susan forces him to invite you over for dinner occasionally. she's just trying her best to be supportive.

❖ every time he goes on vacation with his family, he begs for you to come with him. he can't stand being stuck in a small car with his family, and you're the only thing that will keep him from going insane in that situation.

❖ he uses homework as an excuse to spend time with you. he asks if he can go to your house so you can help him study, but that's really code for "can i come over and waste your time because i know i'll get away with it no matter how busy you are".

❖ if you're an aspiring lyricist, he'll let you take the lead for one of their songs. his band mates don't believe he actually gave you the permission to do it until he shows them the paper with your hard work as proof. it doesn't matter how sappy or "cringey" the lyrics are. he just wants to make you happy, and that song is getting sorted out one way or another.

written by @nylaboon

[theallianceofcelestials]

Baby sea solar so cuuuutteee ❤️ could we have another drabble of him please? Maybe interacting with his siblings this time?

Huh, it's been a long while since I got any baby asks

Solar Flare has always been able to confidentaly say that it's a good brother. It's a wonderul brother even! And it can say this truth even know, when its younger brother has been turned into a young child

Solar, a rather recent but also wonderful addition to their family, has been somehow turned into a baby, despite them not being near the SCP Foundation anymore. And unfortunately he did this while only uncle Moon was around.

Luckily, nothing bad happened, and Solar Flare was not forced to punch his uncle's face in. Though that is becoming a much more tempting thought as the days go on.

Right now father is cooking, so they have been tasked watching over their young brother. They don't mind, and neither do Bloodmoon nor Lunar. Their elder brothers are quite delighted to throw the babified Solar into the air whenever he waddles close enough for them to. Which is why he's currently potentially hiding in its lap. It doesn't mind being used as a safe place.

It's quite happy to be the protector of his brother.

Lunar has taken to making silly faces at the baby, and truly this must still be Solar because he's looking at him quite judgementaly. Which is enough to make Bloodmoon snicker from their position on the carpet.

If they were a weaker person, perhaps they'd join in.

"I don't understand! Shouldn't babies be easily entertained or something?"

"Ah give up brother! It's clear he's never been around a young one before other!"

"And yet, who made him hide?"

Their eldest brothers send him a withering glare, but he can see the hint of playfullness there. And the hint of scheming.

It squints at them suspiciously, and their grin widens. The way their form changes, until they're taller than it, doesn't spell anything good. Sadly, they're too slow to react

Solar shrieks as Bloodmoon picks it up effortlessly, tossing it into the air much like they used to when they were all smaller. It just gives a tired sigh, hugging their tiny sibling closer when he clutches at them.

Hopefully it won't accidentaly poke him with one of its spikes. That'd be awful.

But Bloodmoon, ever the watchful older brothers, notices their discomfort of course. Because they've always took pride in watching over them.

So they stop, placing him back on the couch with an apologetic nuzzle. It's a soft enough gesture that he doesn't notice them taking the baby from it until it's too late, and the little on is complaining as he's deposited on a red shoulder, only to change his mind and start chewing on their nightcap.

Lunar, who has been forgotten in their playing, takes this opportunity to clamber up into its lap, making grabby hands at their older brothers. Bloodmoon, predictably, pretends not to notice.

"You are too old for uppies Lunar."

"You can never be too old for uppies!"

It sighs, sneaking its arm around its previously shortest brother. One of their eyes is still on Solar though, who seems to be rather content with his current perch. Perhaps something in his processor is still telling him he should be tall.

It doesn't escape his notice how one of his small hands has been drawn closer to his torso. Seems like it being a good day can't fully stop his pains.

Solar Flare would give anything in the world just so its brother could be happy and healthy.

As it stands, he can only protect him. And he would have done that anyway.

"Lunch is ready"

"We are going father!"

And with Bloodmoon taking the lead, they obediently follow, carrying Lunar along. If only because they'd never eat if it was left up to them and his short legs

Somehow, the way Solar is looking at them, tells Solar Flare its babified sibling knows this, and agrees full-heartedly

[notreallymyselfrn]

Filthy, disgusting and ugly, I'm sure.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

So I really love k-pop demon hunters especially Rumis character development and I've had an awful day and somehow got this idea. I didn't feel like adding a new oc into the story so it's just an interpretation of kpdh. That means IT DOES NOT FOLLOW THE ORIGINAL STORY. (Also I want to make sure that you know young Rumi was not overweight, at least not in an unhealthy way.[I grew up believing some pretty messed up stuff just because of my "unfortunate" genes and hormones that basically made me a bit overweight between the age of 8? And 12. I was just fucking growing but well to late body image issues already in the system<3])

TW: body image issues, anorexia, bulimia, self hatred, self harm, suicidal behaviour, angst, happy end tho, bad parental figure lol, traumatized writer, first time writing anything, English not my first language.

SUMMARY:

Rumi struggles with her self image. As an idol she has to be always perfect no matter what. Since she grew up as a "bigger" child under an ex idols watch she knew exactly how bad she looked. "Cover more up" Celine would say before any public outing, "we don't need people seeing how you truly look". "Why are you doing this to yourself"- dinner time. "Look at all those kids, why can't you be more like them?"- casual walk at the park. "I just want you to be healthy"- whenever Rumi cried.

Rumi never went out with the girls if it meant they'd see any part of her body. She didn't want to risk them seeing who she truly was. Luckily enough her idol persona was built mostly around wearing oversized and rather comfy clothes so on a daily basis it wasn't hard to hide. When Huntri/x first debuted her image was a huge controversy but later on the fans became to love the diversity.

Mira and Zoey simply never questioned it. They were her friends, their job was to support and love her. But once they become close enough to notice how Rumi avoided hanging out with them at certain moments they couldn't help but feel a bit hurt. And even though they really tried to include Rumi they couldn't help but leave her behind a bit. So when they become an official couple she couldn't help but break a bit on the inside again.

'not enough for them'

No one seemed to ever notice how serious Rumi's condition was. How Rumi always stiffened when they mentioned the pool or beach let alone the bathhouse. How she never went shopping for clothes with them and how her smile flattened a bit when she opened some sort of a gift only to find a piece of clothing. How after each of their "feasts" she'd disappear for as long as she could. How whenever Celine was coming over for dinner she'd barely touch her plate saying that she didn't feel quite alright that day. How she absolutely hated having her photos taken and how she almost never looked into a mirror although this one she hid pretty well.

But in between those moments she seemed normal, almost cheerful. She was their Rumi. They truly never thought she'd be suffering so much on the inside. I mean she might have not been a fan of water, shopping at the malls where fans could easily recognise them and getting clothes instead of dreamt gifts. Maybe she just liked to take looong naps after eating? And we all know that Celine was strict just as a mentor let alone a parental figure, no wonder Rumi was getting nervous around her.

Yet it wasn't the moment Rumi's friends started dating she truly broke. No it was the one post from Twitter that she found while scrolling on a casual Tuesday night. She and the girls were sitting in their living room, some turtle videos in the background, the couple snuggling while Rumi was trying not to stare at them. And then she saw it. The picture, the message.

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*picture of young Rumi* *Rumi while eating backstage*

'Rumi is definitely a plus size idol which is a big thing I don't know why people aren't talking about this.'

Comments

-> yeah really love to see a representation.

-> probably why the girls are dating each other while she is left alone lol.

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She couldn't help but feel the tears threatening to fall. She got up abruptly mumbling an excuse about the headache and needing to lay down and quickly went to her room. The girls exchanged confused and worried looks. The moment Rumi closed doors behind her she fell down to the ground shaking. She wasn't crying. Not anymore. She learned quite early on that crying was rather a selfish act- begging for help. She read somewhere that humans are a herd species that communicate their needs through expressing their feelings in ways such as crying or shaking. But it still seemed too selfish and too useless.

Rumi felt her lungs closing down and her hands instinctively pulled on her collar. Her clothes felt too small on her body, her skin too tight and too big at once. She needed to hide, to disappear so no one especially herself wouldn't find her. She looked desperately around the room freezing on the reflection in the mirror.

Filthy, disgusting, ugly. Those words burned into her mind from a young age. Always somehow surfacing throughout her life. Now she found them too, in the comment section. She didn't even realised when she took off the hoodie and then her sweatpants. Now she was stuck with her own reflection. She looked at her stomach, thighs, arms and everything in-between. The slightest stretch marks below her hips, the dips from cellulitis, the too short torso and legs. Too wide arms. Too small chest. Too much yet too little.

"filthy..." Her fingers hovered above the storm-like pattern on her thighs. "...Disgusting..." Her other hand squeezed her stomach digging her nails into the soft skin. "I'm ugly." The words seemed to break something inside of her. Maybe it was the part of her that still fought the thought. Maybe now she could say that she hated herself and do not feel this stung in her heart as if something was screaming that is not right.

She didn't know how long she was staring into the mirror but when she heard light knocking on her door she needed a moment to come back to herself.

"Rumi you there?" Soft and worried voice of Zoey was a stark difference from her own. She froze not knowing how to answer. In the meantime the youngest of the group already opened the door slightly.

"We just wanted to check on you before going to sleep." Why was Mira's voice so delicate? She usually was the harsh, grounding one.

The noise that escaped Zoey once they could see her in the light from the corridor was something between a gasp and cry. At that Rumi only hugged her legs closer to her chest. Her body was covered in scratches, hands and forearms in bite marks that definitely hurt. She didn't even realized that she was doing all of that.

Mira was the first one to react. She kneeled down in front of Rumi covering the mirror with her body. Then Zoey sat down and slowly as if trying not to scare her put down her hand onto her back that seemed to be the only part of her body that wasn't damaged somehow. Mira slowly took Rumi's hands into her own and teared them away from her legs. She softly kissed them and then took the leader's face into her hands with such care and delicateness that healed broke Rumi in another completely new way. Zoey kissed her cheek then nose, forehead, temple, hair that was still in her signature braid. Finally Mira pulled the girl onto her laps shifting their position so everyone was comfortable and Zoey could easily snuggle to them.

No one really knew how long they were sitting like this before Rumi started crying. And even then when she was so filthy, disgusting and ugly the girls didn't pull away. If so they hugged her even tighter. They kissed every stretch mark, every bite mark, every part of Rumi that she felt ashamed of. They didn't speak. No, not really. And Rumi wasn't magically healed. But she was safe and not alone and she was loved. And the voices finally seemed to quiet down a bit.

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AUTOR'S NOTE:

Yeyyy! You got to the end. I know that it's not the best but I'm writing it at 2 am trying to pretend that I'm asleep. I tried to leave enough room for your own imagination as in if you see Rumi here as a bit bigger then the usual idols go for it and if in your mind she is idk anorexic and extremely skinny, sure why not. I think that I'll write a bit more about how Rumi was growing up because I want to share my own experience and colour it up a bit. If you see any mistakes you can GENTLY point them out, I don't mind I know I'm still learning. Also I know I put some stuff in TW that wasn't exactly described here but well you can imagine what was going on in Rumi's head. I know that this topic is hard for many people and I wanted to make sure that everyone knew what they were getting themselves into.

[cricky-butspicy]

As someone with 10+ aunts/uncles and 30+ cousins, how would the slashers feel about a reader with a BIG family like that? I don't think they could be convinced to stick around a family gathering that size (nor would I dream of subjecting their poor souls to it 😞) but even dodging the worst of it, would they at least comfort the reader after fielding 100 "where was my invite to the wedding????" calls?

Man, a big family would KILL Atlas and Soleil seeing as both of their families are pretty small and secluded, but they would try so hard for you!

They both already don't like people, Atlas can barely stand his own family and only really stands Maria with a hint of Theo on Soleil's side of the family (he get very overwhelmed every time Auntie Chica comes over to bombard him and Soleil and really could bite her "friend" Roxy if she gave him a reason. The rest of Soleil's family can screw themselves in his opinion. Soleil loves his family, and tries to be accepting of Atlas's family, but he's socially kind of awkward with anyone but Atlas and his own family.

So you having a big family is going to make them feel like deer stuck on a highway because they won't know how to handle themselves. Honestly, when they figure out, they both probably mourn for a second, but try to get over it. It's just your family! It can't be that bad! You are exaggerating! And they do try to convince you to let them at least come and meet some of them because it's the least they can do. (That's Soleil speaking trying to be kind because his family wanted to meet you so bad and he practically MADE you come meet them, so they should meet yours too!)

But then they see all of the cars and the full place and Atlas has to pull you both aside to come up with a plan. They are not bailing. They said they would try already. They will try to meet with some of your family, but Atlas basically tells you that he and Soleil will stay for 1 hour and then they are out of there. Please show them to the most important people you want them to meet so they can then get out of there ASAP. Once that hour is up, so are their social batteries and so is their patience and they basically HAVE to escape. They would sneak out a window if they had to. Atlas and Soleil with a lot of people is a recipe for disaster unfortunately.

BUT it won't stop them from loving you and trying to go to smaller gathering with perhaps groups of people instead of everyone at once. They still won't be great with it, but it will be better.

They of course would comfort the reader getting call after call of "Why didn't you invite me to the wedding!?" and really? They stop you after about 15 calls and tell you the rest can wait and you can take them in chunks. You don't need to explain yourself in the first place, and you don't have to do it all at once even if you want to explain yourself. 15 calls, and they say "That's enough for today. Let's focus on something else now." And will turn your phone on silent along with putting it into a focus mode so you don't get call notifications, and they will help you pay attention to something else. Like Atlas rubbing your back and Soleil kissing your cheek to help unwind you. No more stressing. Just relax with them.