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don't let me tempt you / ch.2

pairing: angel!seokjin x angel!f.reader ⇢ au: angels & demons ⇢ genre: forbidden romance, friends 2 lovers, comedy(?), fluff, eventual smut (not in this chapter), lite angst ⇢ summary: Seokjin is temporarily banished from Heaven and you're not all that good at paperwork. ⇢ chapter wc: 4k ⇢ rating: fic rating is explicit/18+ for eventual smut; chapter rating is 16 & up bc they're the equivalent of ken dolls rn, but minors please DNI anyway. This isn't for you. ⇢ chapter warnings: LOTS of religious imagery but please remember that this isn't meant to be accurate, it's crack Good Omens style nonsense. Author is an atheist. Swearing. Drinking. Implications of loss of faith. If there's any tags you think I'm missing, please let me know - I'd hate to be the cause of any upset or discomfort ⇢ a/n: thank uuuuuu @ugh-yoongi for reading this over, i adore you

chapter 1 here

chapter 2

736 BC

August 12th. 6:13pm. Sunshine.

It’s been ninety-one years and twenty-six visits to Earth since your first cup of tea. Since then Seokjin has shown you could enjoy so many more earthly pleasures than you thought possible. He makes an effort to show you something new every time you visit, and humans, as it turns out, are so much more creative than angels give them credit for. You’re really starting to enjoy it here. Every time, you wish you could stay longer. And so you learned you could convince Turiel to add routine patrols on all your banishments - by all accounts you’re only ever visiting Earth on ‘Official Business’.

(‘Managed to convince’ isn’t really the right turn of phrase, more like you briefly floated the idea and Turiel near bit your hand off to add more to your workload.)

Of course the visits mean more reports in theory, but truth be told there aren’t that many banishments to keep on top of, and you spend far less time with the other banished angels than anyone else need know. That isn’t the case for Seokjin’s visits. No, you could spend an entire day in his company and feel like it’s been no time at all. For those reports alone, you need to twist the truth.

Your stomach growls and Seokjin tuts.

“If you didn’t wait thirteen years between visits,” he grumbles. “Your stomach wouldn’t be so loud.”

You open your mouth to say that the only reason you have any interest in Earth is because of Seokjin and his friends (though maybe by now they count as yours too, it’s something you’ll have to ask Taehyung) but the sour look on his face gives you pause.

(Ah yes. Taehyung. Your readers will probably be wondering why he’s still alive. Well, they all are. As it turns out the change from human to vampire was irreversible, and all Seokjin had been able to do was make it so they’re not quite as immortal as angels and demons are. In short - one could kill the three of them with a stake to the heart, if they should wish. When you found out Seokjin had omitted the truth (his words) about their lack of demise, that had been the biggest (and only) argument you’ve had in the centuries you’ve known him. Jimin had cried. It was very embarrassing.

Of course, you’d moved past it, because there was little to be done to change anything, and you actually rather like the company of the vampire trio. Yoongi is another anomaly, he should be dead too, and he kind of- he sort of is. Seokjin calls him a ghoul. But having met him, you can’t say he’s as evil as the handbooks make ghouls out to be. A grouch, definitely, but you can see why Seokjin likes to keep him around.

Anyway, the point of this opening was not Seokjin’s lie of omission. The point is Seokjin’s current disposition.)

“Why are you in such a mood?”

“I’m not in a mood,” Seokjin shoots back.

“You are,” you counter.

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

Seokjin flicks you on the forehead.

“Ow!”

“Please stop,” snaps Namjoon from the corner of the room. “Some of us are trying to study.”

You crane your neck to spy on the book he’s reading. Heraclitian Philosophy.

Seokjin notices you looking. “Namjoon fancies himself as one of the new age philosophers,” he whispers. “He won’t listen but I keep telling him they’re a bunch of miserable fu-”

“I can hear you,” says Namjoon, pointedly.

You and Seokjin share a private smile.

“We missed you,” he murmurs.

“Missed you too,” you say, cheerfully.

You dip a spoon into the pot Seokjin is standing over, and he chastises you for tasting too early (it’s not ready, so he says) but it’s so good that you can’t help yourself.

“Mmm,” you hum, appreciative. “My favourite.”

He’s strawberry red again.

“Where do strawberries grow?” you ask.

Seokjin laughs. “You always ask such weird questions.”

You bonk him on the head with your spoon.

“Answer please.”

“Dunno,” says Seokjin with a shrug. “I haven’t seen any here.”

“In Europe!” Namjoon calls over.

“Thank you!” you shout back.

“Why do you ask?” says Seokjin.

“I want to try one.”

He tilts his head, a curious puppy if you ever saw one.

“I invented them,” you answer his unasked question.

“You?”

You frown. “Yes, me.”

“You made food?”

“I made lots of things.”

“But you didn’t try anything?”

“Well why would I? I made lovely things in pretty colours just like they asked and sent them off to Agriculture.”

Seokjin smiles sardonically, saying, “such a good little angel, aren’t you?”

You beam even though it’s a non-compliment, and Seokjin rolls his eyes, but this time the look in his eye is one of affection.

“What else did you invent?” Seokjin asks, and off you go, listing all the things in your roster until you lose your breath.

After dinner, Namjoon goes out to meet the others for a dinner of their own, leaving you and Seokjin sitting in front of an open window, sipping tea and catching up on the happenings over the last decade.

Seokjin seems down. He leaves his tea to go cold and picks at loose threads on his tunic.

After a while, you ask, “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

Your friend’s face falls into a dejected pout. “Time’s almost up,” he says with a heavy sigh. “Thirty years left and I’ve hardly been anywhere. Hardly seen a thing.”

Seokjin always claims he’s not sentimental, but you look at the home he’s built for himself, the friends he keeps, the trinkets that adorn the room, some four-hundred years old, and you deduce that there is little truth to that statement. What he isn’t is someone who tends to feel sorry for himself.

It’s unsettling, seeing him like this.

“It’ll be okay,” you tell him. “Once you’re back home you’ll have your miracles, and you can have all of this and more in Heaven.”

Seokjin rolls his bottom lip between his teeth.

“I’ll be there too,” you tack on.

His responding smile is a little pitiful, but a smile is a smile, and if that’s all he’s got, you’ll take it.

729 BC

January 28th. 6:56pm. Snowing.

Taehyung says he’s invented a game. It’s called truth or dare, and the objective is to tell the truth when you’re asked a question, or do something at the other player's request. Despite asking on several occasions, there seems to be no clear rules on how to win.

“This isn’t a criticism of your creativity, Taehyung,” you say gently. “But it seems as if there’s no real point in playing if your point scoring system is flawed.”

Taehyung stares at you. Jimin hides a laugh behind his hand.

“How do we know when to end the game if there’s no objective winner?” you ask.

They ignore you, and Namjoon suggests it would be better to write down the dares and questions and draw them from different jars. For yours, you write down things like eat exactly 2/7ths of an apple and what time is it?

Jimin pours drinks, because apparently there’s also ‘forfeits’ in the form of ‘taking a shot’ if you can’t answer truthfully or complete a dare, but you can’t imagine why either thing would be such difficult tasks to complete.

“Why would I lie, though?” you ask again. “It’s my job to be divine.”

“You’ve lied for me on more than a hundred occasions,” Seokjin reminds you.

“Nonsense,” you say, haughtily. “That was for the greater good.”

Jimin and Taehyung share a funny look.

Namjoon coughs. “Shall we just play?”

You grumble something about rules being made to be followed that the others pointedly ignore, and Yoongi is the first to draw from the dare pile, and Taehyung- who is reading over his shoulder- shrieks.

Run naked to the end of the street and back <3

Oh.

Yoongi turns as red as a ghoul can go (which is to say, not very) and says he’s glad he can turn invisible, and promptly disappears from view. The only suggestion that he even leaves the room is the door opening and closing. Jimin says pointedly that he bets Yoongi is still in the room, but a minute later the door goes again, and Yoongi appears once more at the table, pink-cheeked and panting. Jimin scowls like a child and calls him a spoilsport.

The game continues in this vein until Namjoon gets your dare.

“Put on socks?” he says, confused.

“Yes!” You nod. “It’s very cold.”

Seokjin laughs. “You really are an angel.”

You beam at him.

Namjoon goes to find socks.

“Stop making googly eyes at each other,” says an exasperated Jimin. “I’m bored.”

Taehyung nudges the jars toward Seokjin. “Your turn.”

He makes a drawn out show of searching for the best one while not actually looking, claiming he can tell who wrote it by the way they folded the paper. He pulls out one he says was ‘obviously’ written by Yoongi, but by the gleeful look on Jimin’s face, you wonder if it was really him.

“Kiss your favourite person in the room,” reads Seokjin. He stares very hard at the paper. He’s not even blinking.

Taehyung and Jimin break the silence with a giggle. Namjoon is back, with more socks on, and his eyes dart between you and Seokjin. And now your eyes have turned into curious little fiends too, looking from Seokjin to the paper to Seokjin to the paper, to your hands, which are suddenly very interesting for no reason at all.

Seokjin looks at you for a long time. Seokjin turns red. And then Seokjin kisses Yoongi on the cheek.

“Forfeit!” yells Namjoon.

723 BC

March 9th. 8:02pm. A little chilly, but not unpleasantly so.

Today, the cold weather has you craving kimchi jjigae, and Seokjin has only complained three-hundred times about it. He says he made a table full of food, he asks why you can’t wait until everyone else arrives, he says of course you’d want the one thing he hadn’t made. He makes it anyway, and mutters that none of his other friends are as demanding nor as needy, including Taehyung.

The reason for the sheer amount of food adorning the table is because today is Yoongi’s birthday, and Seokjin is throwing him a party. Even though he’s sort of dead… and doesn’t need to eat. (It’s both pointless and confusing.)

You sit in front of the fire, bowl of jjigae warming your belly, kicking your legs contentedly while you wait for the guests to arrive.

Seokjin is anxious. He adjusts the position of the furniture six times. He wipes over his ornaments twice. He sweeps the floor three times and shoots you a glare when you try to help by using a little miracle to evaporate every speck of dust in the entire house. Normally he appreciates the privilege your miracles bring, since he lost access to his own, not tonight apparently. At first you attribute his sour mood to the idea of people he hardly knows invading his space, because while Yoongi is the quietest being you’ve ever known, he’s somehow friends with everyone in a twenty-mile radius. But Seokjin has hosted before - it’s nothing unusual for him to play host for others and dissolve into the background once everyone starts enjoying themselves.

No. Something else is going on here.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you ask.

“Talk about what?” Seokjin mutters with a scowl, distracted by fussing over a china pot that’s apparently three millimetres out of place.

“Whatever it is that has you acting like you’re not enjoying my company.”

Seokjin looks up at you, expression unreadable. The silence hangs uncomfortably until it’s interrupted by a sharp knock on the door. It’s the first guests, bringing with them gifts of food and wine.

People filter in quickly after that. You don’t know many, but those you recognise offer a friendly hello or a polite bow in your direction. You tend to keep your distance from most people, at least those who don’t know your true identity as an Angel of the Lord, but you do enjoy their idle chatter. It’s ever so interesting, the matters that concern them, the small things that bring them joy in their (without any disrespect) insignificant lives. You’d tried engaging a human in conversation once, at a market Seokjin brought you to, but Taehyung had laughed and suggested you needed more practice interacting with people. After that you lost your confidence.

Perhaps tonight could be another opportunity, if Seokjin has enough wine to make his guests less suspicious.

You jump up, fetching bottles and cups from the other room and passing them around with a smile. The humans accept them gratefully. There’s nothing like alcohol to get people talking. Thirty minutes later the room is full, and loud, and everyone is on (at least) their third drink. With a wave of your hand, the guests' cups are refilled, and thankfully it’s only Seokjin that seems to notice. He waves you over from the other side.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“Helping,” you say.

“We don’t need to get everyone drunk before he arrives.” He stares at the door.

“I don’t think Yoongi would mind,” you say. “Hasn’t he been half-drunk every time I’ve seen him?”

“Oh, not him,” Seokjin says absent-mindedly.

You frown.

“Who then?”

Just then, the door bursts open and a dishevelled Yoongi is carried through on the shoulders of Taehyung and Jimin, with a panicked Namjoon following closely behind - hands outstretched as if that would help Yoongi if he were to fall.

Everyone cheers. Someone pours them a drink. Seokjin continues to stare at the door.

Weird.

After leaving Seokjin to his own devices you decide to work the room and quickly discover how right you were about the alcohol. It’s been forty-five minutes and you can’t escape a man who doesn’t seem to know whose birthday it is, but is very glad for the opportunity to talk about his herd of goats and all the trouble he’s having with one particular fox.

“I wouldn’t mind if it was a one off but it seems like the bastard has it out for me.”

“That’s terrible.” You commiserate, trying to look interested while scanning the room in search of an out. The few people you know well enough to call for help from are otherwise occupied. Taehyung is pouring wine into Jimin’s open mouth. Yoongi and Namjoon are sitting around the table deep in conversation with an elderly woman and her husband.

“-usually one a day,” he says, slurring his words. “Sometimes two!”

“Awful,” you agree.

Seokjin is standing by the door, face impassive, talking out of the corner of his mouth to a man who wasn’t here earlier. He’s impossibly tall, doesn’t look like anyone else in the room, all sallow skin and sunken eyes. Seokjin has a wrinkle in his nose suggesting there’s a bad smell nearby. You’d bet your immortal soul it’s the man next to him.

“-at this point it’d take a bloody miracle to save my herd-”

“A miracle,” you echo, hardly listening, too busy looking at how the man holds out his hand. The eager gleam in his hollow eyes. How Seokjin’s lips curl with distaste but he shakes his hand anyway.

“I’m fucked if it carries on,” your companion says, voice breaking.

“Yeah,” you breathe. There’s a pit forming in your stomach. “Fucked.”

“Excuse me?”

“Yes, me too,” you say. “I’ve just got to- uh- go… Over there.” And you’re weaving through the people in the room to get to Seokjin and the stranger who has your hackles raised like no one else has had in centuries.

“Seokjin!” you say with false brightness, smile tight. “Who’s your friend?”

Seokjin turns to you, eyes wide and desperate.

“Not now,” he whispers. “Please.”

You stand firm, undeterred. “I’m Seokjin’s friend-”

And then the man turns his glare on you, and you see it. You smell it.

A demon.

You can hardly contain your gasp.

The demon grins. His teeth are unbrushed. “The angel says she’s your friend, Seokjin, and you haven’t told her what you’ve been doing? Who you’ve been talking to. Tut tut.”

Your gaze snaps to Seokjin who looks like he’s about to be sick.

“Told me what?”

“Not now,” Seokjin snaps.

You’ve never seen him like it, not once in three centuries. Face suddenly hard and unmoving. Not even during your fight about his friend's lack of mortality. The pit in your stomach grows. Something horrible is happening and you can’t figure it out.

“Go home,” he says, resigned. “We’ll talk later.”

“But it’s Yoongi’s birthday-” you start, but the hard line of Seokjin’s lips tell you your argument is pointless.

“He’s my friend, Angel,” he says, voice raising enough to attract a few looks from the people nearby. “Mine. Not yours. Go.”

Seokjin shouts. Shouts often, in fact. A drama queen if one ever existed. But Seokjin doesn’t shout at you. Not like that. One last wary glance between your friend and the demon at his shoulder, and you’re back at your desk wondering what in Heaven just happened.

723 BC

March 10th. 6:42am. Cold. Uncomfortably so, but perhaps that’s just the vibe in the room.

Seokjin doesn’t notice you’re back. But then he is fast asleep in his chair, several empty bottles at his feet. There’s drool running down his chin.

“Wake up,” you say. The miracle helps him along with stirring. You’re impatient this morning. He blinks awake, and upon seeing you standing above him, he groans.

“M’too drunk for this righnow.”

“Then sober up.”

Seokjin scowls and slurs in an accusatory tone, “you took my miracles, remember? You’ll hav-to wait for me to do it the human way.” He’s very green. “Pass me a bucket won’t you, m’gonna be sick.”

You arch an eyebrow, thoroughly disgruntled, and he groans louder as the alcohol dissipates from his bloodstream.

Now sheepish, Seokjin straightens up awkwardly. He doesn’t look at you.

“I don’t care for the way you treated me last night,” you begin.

Seokjin nods.

“Yes. Sorry.”

“I also don’t care for your meeting with demons.”

Seokjin shifts awkwardly, rubs at his forehead, but the apology you expected is noticeably absent.

You suck in a breath. “Aren’t you going to explain?”

He nudges one of the bottles on the ground with his toe, watching it turn on its side, letting the silence hang heavy around you.

After a minute, you can’t bear it any longer. “Seok-”

“Can’t you see I’m miserable?” he cuts in.

You sigh. “Well, yes I had noticed.”

You know it’s been a long time since he’s been home, there’s bound to be some apprehension about returning. But you’ll be there too. You’ve got sway with the committee now that you’ve been “putting in the work” with the banished angels, you can put in a good word for him, get him into a position that gives him more freedom to visit Earth now and then. You explain all this, but Seokjin shakes his head, but apparently that wasn’t a good idea because he holds it in his hands and groans.

“Angel, you don’t get it,” he snaps. “Why would I want to go back? Back to that place where they only give a shit about one corner of the world-”

“That’s not true-” you interject.

“It is true,” Seokjin insists. “The past four-thousand years it’s been Jerusalem this, Jerusalem that. Bethlehem and Jordan and Egypt.”

“They’re great places!”

“Yes, but everywhere else is great too. What makes one place better than the rest? What was the point of making all of this beauty if the one book of any importance doesn’t talk about it? If it’s just going to be gone-” He snaps his fingers. “-in two thousand years. All anyone goes on about is Noah, and Abraham, and Joseph and his stupid fucking coat! What is the point of me? Of us?”

“It’s in the plan-”

“Oh- who cares about a coat? What could the plan possibly say about that?” Seokjin is standing now, red faced and pulling at his hair. “What about these people?” He’s raising his voice again. “These people here? The people on the other side of the world? Where are their stories? Why isn’t anyone writing about them?”

“They will!”

“When?”

You don’t know. You don’t know anything.

“When it’s significant!”

“Isn’t everyone significant? Isn’t that the point?”

Yes. Yes and no. They’re obviously significant to each other, but not necessarily in the grand scheme of things. Seokjin doesn’t like that answer. His frown deepens when you suggest his faith is being tested.

“That was the stupidest idea they could’ve come up with,” Seokjin rants. “the notion of testing and tempting. No one can live without breaking one of these ridiculous made up rules or else our souls be damned for eternity. What’s the point? Be miserable for your entire life or be miserable for eternity. Can’t anyone enjoy anything without worrying for their immortal soul?”

“I don’t like this conversation,” you say.

“Of course you don’t,” says Seokjin bluntly. “Makes you uncomfortable, does it? You know I have a point and you don’t like thinking badly of our Heavenly Mother.”

You frown. “I’m not thinking badly of Her. It’s just- I don’t know. I don’t like it when you make me question things. We’re made to obey.”

Seokjin scoffs. His eyes are so unusually cold. “I don’t want to obey.”

Your breath catches.

“What are you saying?”

Seokjin hesitates. There’s a moment where you think he won’t say it, but then - “I hate it up there, Angel,” he says, and your throat goes dry and tight and uncomfortable as you remember the way the demon’s tongue rolled around the word angel, how it’s so different from the way Seokjin addresses you. You recognise the demon now, know him for exactly who he is and what he did to your friend. Leviathan, Prince of the Seraphim, tempting mankind and angels alike into heresy.

“You can’t seriously want to join their side?”

Seokjin’s face goes tight. “Of course I don’t. I want to be on my own side.”

There’s a beat of silence.

You stare at one another.

“I’m not going back,” he says, brows knitting together.

“You have to.”

“Angel-” he says it gently, with a tenderness so at odds with the way he spoke only moments before. “I can’t. I won’t be a hypocrite.”

“No-” you shake your head, reaching out and taking his hands in yours. He stares at you, confused by your insistence and your tears threaten to spill over. “Seokjin you don’t understand- if you don’t go back, they’ll know, they’ll kill you for defecting-”

“They can’t-”

“They can,” you insist. “Holy fire.”

Seokjin pales.

“You haven’t got your miracles. You can’t survive it.”

He drops your hands. Sinks into the chair behind him and stares blankly at the wall.

“Come back when you’re called, Seokjin,” you say, resolute. “For my sake.”

His eyes flit to meet yours.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

“It won’t be as bad as you think,” you say desperately, but you don’t know who you’re trying to convince at this point. It might be your home but Seokjin has never liked the way it’s run. But he’ll be safe, and that’s what matters. “I’ll help you.”

Seokjin smiles weakly. “Alright, Angel.”

“Another thing I don’t care for is the way you’re calling me Angel.”

“Why?”

You reach out, pick a loose thread from the shoulder of his tunic. “It implies we’re too different.”

“Aren’t we different?” he says.

He’s not looking at you. Instead his absent gaze is turned into the empty fireplace, staring at the ash left over from the night before.

“Not in that sense.”

Seokjin’s lips twist in a way that silently says not yet.

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Leonard Snart

Ray Palmer

Caitlyn Snow

Julian Albert

Rip Hunter

10 Things I Hate About You

Patrick Verona

Cameron James

New Girl

Jess Day

Nick Miller

Schmidt

Other Characters

Charlie Kelmeckis(Perks Of Being A Wallflower)

Jesse Eisenberg Characters

Dr. Who(10th Doctor)

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SILVER UNDERGROUND / deleted scene 03.

walk out. :: a deleted scene from flashback five. james walks out of the argument with the trio and has a private conversation with levi instead.

this didn't change super drastically in the final edit, but the original plan during the heist breakdown was for james to actually walk away and levi explain it all. i like it much more as a unit argument, where levi eventually laid furlan's issues and yan's situation out on the table. still -- kisses are kisses! this is unedited. 1.3k words / angst, language, illness mention. :: please remember: this is additional content. nothing in the deleted drabbles are tied to the main content/overall final storyline.

“Isn’t it convenient?” you begin with a bite. “That some rich asshole knows our names?”

“The Military Police have been after us for years,” Furlan argues. “Pretty sure everyone down here knows our names.”

“That isn’t the point. He’s not an MP.”

“So?”

“So?” you repeat in a spit. “So you don’t think it’s suspicious, at all, that this fat fuck from the surface corners the three of you just to offer all of us the one thing everyone wants?”

A right to the surface.

A chance to live a life in the sun.

“Because we’re the only ones who can pull off a heist like this,” Isabel urges with a naivety you typically adore. Right now? You loathe it.

Instead of taking your anger out on her — she doesn’t deserve it, not when you know her bleeding heart would pour itself dry without hesitation — you snap your attention back to the dark haired man below you.

Because he’s too calm about this.

“Levi.”

He blinks back to you, brow quirked. “Yeah?”

“Tell them.”

“They know.”

“No they don’t,” you urge between clenched teeth.

“We were doing this way before you came into the picture, James,” Furlan recalls without a bite. “Levi and me, I mean. You have to trust us.”

Your nostrils flare. “It isn’t you I distrust.”

Never. You trusted the people in this tiny little apartment more than the Underground and the Surface combined.

Surely by now, after all these years, the three of them knew implicitly where you stood.

The problem, however, no longer lies below: it’s the people above you in more ways than one.

What lies on the surface is the enemy. One false move and the four of you stand a chance to lose everything —

Including each other.

Your hands push off from the table, propelling you to turn on a heel in the direction of the door. Isabel calls out your name — your first name, a cheap trick she’s learned that usually works to get you to listen — but this time you step past the threshold and into the damp outdoor air to venture down the stairs.

When your boots hit solid ground, you hear the faint steps of another pair.

Let them.

You continue your trek around your home, head bowed to avoid the questions from the guard runts stationed around the premises.

A warm hand grabs your bicep and anchors you in place.

“Hey.”

The strong baritone of Levi’s voice vibrates through your body. It isn’t soft, but it also isn’t threatening; neutrality with an edge of care.

“Hey,” you greet without turning, allowing your arm to float in the distance between you.

“Want me to let go so you can carry out your dramatic nature walk?” he boredly asks behind you, lessening his grip for emphasis.

“Depends,” you answer, craning your chin to watch him over your shoulder. “Are you going to run after me?”

“Kind of already did.”

His face turns as if embarrassed to admit it. You continue to watch, anger melting from the crown of your head to your toes. You fall back onto your heel to shift closer to him, lessening the strained angle of your arm.

“This is bad, Levi.”

“You think I don’t already know that?”

The gruffness of his voice catches you by surprise. His hand flexes, letting go of your arm to drop to his side.

“I know you do,” you murmur, turning your boot in the dirt to truly face him. “But Furlan and Isabel are…”

Dreamers.

(The worst kind of person to be in a place like this.)

“Furlan wears his heart on his sleeve. We’ve seen it once before and we’re seeing it now, how he skims cuts for the people who need it most. And Isa? Isa doesn’t have a shitty bone in her body. All she has ever wanted was to go to the surface. So if we get lucky enough to pull something off like this, then who’s to say that—”

“We don’t have a choice,” Levi interrupts, crowding your space with an honesty he can afford without prying ears. “James, we don’t.”

“We could.”

“We don’t.” He emphasizes each syllable. “They have Yan.”

The warmth in your body pools at your feet. “What?”

Yan — the boy Furlan was caught skimming for on the most recent job. The boy whose bad legs will only get worse if he doesn’t get the expensive kind of medicine from the surface. As you mentally place the pieces together, Levi tenses under your widening stare.

“Saw it with my own eyes,” he murmurs. “Bastard grabbed him before we could stop them.”

You falter, chin falling to your chest. “Holy shit…”

“His legs are shit out of luck if he doesn’t receive treatment at a surface clinic.” A fingertip lifts the tip of your chin back up. Levi’s eyes narrow. “I want to work with these pieces of shit just as much as you do.”

“They could’ve killed Yan already,” you reply somberly.

“He contacted Furlan,” he answers. “He’s already at a first-rate clinic.”

“What if it’s bullshit? A set up?”

“Do you think I’d fall for a fake report?” Levi scowls, insulted.

“No, but Furlan would.”

“I checked, twice.”

Which means it’s true. Your doubt never creeps up to Levi, not once.

Dejected in what little choice remains on the table, your gaze subconsciously lands on his lips for the truth. “And where do the surface papers come in?”

“We finish the job. Get Yan back.”

“Then we just… magically get the right to live on the surface?”

“It’s only magic if we manage to evade Military Police unscathed.”

“Still, it sounds too easy.”

You sigh heavily, bringing your attention back to his eyes. His attention, however, seems to slide opposite of you and further south to stare at your lips as he speaks.

“You’re right, it sounds easy because it’s already started. The client stated our target objectives will be making contact regardless of our answer, so you better make your choice sooner rather than later.”

“What choice?” you ask, exasperated. “Nothing you’re saying sounds like a choice.”

“I won’t involve you, James, is what I’m saying.” He refuses to look you in the eye when his voice firmly states. “They saw my face. They saw Furlan and they saw Isabel’s—”

“Levi.”

“—but they didn’t ask for you, so you’re virtually off the hook if you can lay low for a while.”

An out.

This son of a bitch is really offering an out.

In a moment of anger, you push both hands at his chest. Levi doesn’t move a muscle.

“Are you fucking insane? Abandon you and save myself or join whatever blaze of glory we might be going down with?”

“That’s the choice you have.”

“Abandon you? That’s the choice I have?”

“It’s a choice, isn’t it?” he snaps. “And you’re not aband—”

“I’m in.”

He barely gets the rest of his argument out before you breathlessly answer.

“I go where you go, so I’m in.”

Levi’s eyes grow wide. “Don’t do this just so I—”

“Shut up, asshole.”

You don’t know what possesses you to pull his stupid vest into your fist, but his feet move just as fast as your reflexes. Arms gather around your body as your fingers curl around the back of your neck.

Your lips press to his.

He’s stiff as a board, as if his brain realizes what he’s done before his body has. Eventually his chin dips forward, his lips fluttering across yours as he finds his breath. His arms drag you closer, deepening his mouth’s position on yours while his lips move, slow and deliberate.

After a minute, he rips his lips away, face tinged with a pink, bashful hue.

“...dirty trick.”

#amys deleted scenes.#fic: silver underground #aot fanfiction #snk fanfiction

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Seoksoo - imperfect Part 1 - Chapter 9 - Callbacks

Synopsis: Lee Seokmin likes a lot of things: karaoke, stuffed animals, his friends, his family (when they're not at each other's throats), and when things go according to plan. It's perfect that way. That is...until Joshua Hong, the Education Department TA, stumbles into his view one day and suddenly Seokmin has to start facing the fact that maybe not everything in life will be perfect...but with Joshua, that might just be ok.

Tags: College!AU, ActingMajor!Seokmin, Teacher!Joshua, Romance, Angst, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, Side GyuCheol, Side JunHao, Side Verkwan, Other Idol appearances, Anxiety/Panic Attacks, Domestic Violence (not between the main couple), Joshua is a dork 90% of the time, (More Tags will be Added as needed)

Length: approx. 6.6k words

Chapter 9 - Callbacks

Joshua was never on social media. After being the subject of Joshua’s latest Instagram post, Seokmin grew curious. Seungkwan seemingly was too, wondering what else they could learn about Joshua by scanning his social media photos. Seokmin was reluctant. “Isn’t that weird?” He asked, only to be met with a shrug from Seungkwan, who took his phone and sprawled out on his back. Seokmin sighed, lying beside him and glancing up at his phone in his roommate’s hands.

“Looks like the last thing he posted was….” Seungkwan tapped on the next photo after the morning’s walk. Sucking a deep breath in, Seungkwan cocked his eyebrow. “Jesus, like four months ago.”

“Really?” Seokmin craned his neck to see, and there it was; a picture of the outside of a church, the Jesus on the top being the focal point of the photo.

“Yeah. Looks like there’s some of him and friends on an outing.” With two fingers, Seungkwan zoomed into the picture. “Looks like they’re at the beach.” He smirked. “Wonder if he has a shirtless bathing suit photo.”

“You’re so gross.” Seokmin shoved him. Scrolling through the collection of photos, Seungkwan listened to the other as he pointed out Jeonghan as a familiar face; the girl he was hugging from behind most likely being his girlfriend. Joshua had snapped a few pictures of them, and the very last one was Joshua and Jeonghan doing a very dramatic recreation of one of the poses, Jeonghan gripping Joshua in a back hug like a couple. The duo chuckled.

“What’s wrong with him?” Seungkwan scrolled further down the posts. They were scattered over different points in his life. The only time where posting seemed consistent over the years was over the summer, even as far back as what looked like his high school days back in LA. One of the photos was of him with three other boys, a slideshow of the trio - Joshua included - posing dramatically behind what looked to be their school. There was also a video posted from a few summers prior. It sounded like club music was playing in the background, and across the screen, walked two American teen boys doing a very dramatic cat-walk from one end of the camera to the other, with those recordings cracking up in the background. Seokmin immediately identified Joshua as one of the recorders by the way the laugh made him smile.

The taller, black haired male ended by falling onto his back with one leg outstretched, the camera shook with laughter. “Your turn, Joshua!” Someone shouted, but Seokmin could only make out ‘Joshua’ since it was in English.

“No way! Kyle, come on!” Was shouted back before the video ended with another familiar laugh.

“Wow, he’s so handsome.” Seokmin breathed, and Seungkwan began laughing.

“He really is.” Seungkwan agreed. “Even in high school. He was probably so popular." Seokmin sat up, taking the phone back into his hands and scrolling back up to the more recent photos. Another photo, more recent, was of Joshua with what looked like his parents, standing in the airport. Seokmin checked the date it was posted; two years prior. Most likely around the time he came to Korea. The caption read a simple: New beginnings and new places. So grateful for my parent’s support! Seokmin pursed his lips, unable to only make out a few words with his limited English. He had to translate it in Google.

Seungkwan rested on his friend’s shoulder, seeming to study the caption as well. “It’s definitely a far cry from your novel-length Instagram captions.” Seokmin’s lips perked up in a shy smile.

“I think they’re very sentimental.”

“I think I celebrated two birthdays and the death of my goldfish before I finished reading your last birthday post to me.” Seungkwan pointed out the over exaggeration sending Seokmin into a laughing frenzy.

“Sorry, sorry.” He shook his head, setting his phone on his bedside table and falling backwards onto his bed. Seungkwan followed suit, hands behind his head as the duo stared up at the ceiling.

“I can’t believe he basically soft launched your relationship, Hyung.”

“Relationship? We’re not dating.”

Seungkwan rolled over onto his side, grinning. “That’s why I said soft launch. Start off slow, casual, then BAM-!” Seokmin flinched at the sudden shout in his face. “He’s changing his social media status and putting kissy faces in his bios.”

Seokmin’s nose scrunched up. “He doesn’t seem like that kind of guy.” Seungkwan shrugged.

“You never know.” He said simply. A moment of silence draped over the two roommates as they lay in Seokmin’s bed. He lolled his head to look at Seungkwan, who was still facing him on his side, eyes closed though not seeming to be asleep.

“Kwannie…” Seokmin said softly. Seungkwan only hummed, eyes cracking open a bit. “I really like him.” Seungkwan smiled a bit.

“He’s nice.” He agreed.

“Do you think it’s too soon?” Seokmin asked. “It feels too perfect. He feels too perfect. What if he doesn’t feel the same?”

Seungkwan shook his head. “Nah. I think you’re worried about nothing. Maybe your life is turning into one of your romance books.” Seokmin just remembered he was half way through the one he borrowed and had to return it to the library in a week.

“Am I weird for liking him so much already? It’s only been a few weeks, if even that long….”

“You’re not weird.” Seungkwan chuckled. “Well, you are, but-.”

“Hey.” Seokmin turned his head to his friend as he chuckled.

“Seriously. You guys are so cute together. It’ll be fine.” Seokmin nodded, smiling a bit. “You two have already been on two dates.”

“I don’t think he counted this morning as a date.”

Seungkwan snorted. “Yeah, that’s why he posted a candid picture of you on his social media.” Seokmin bit his lip instead of replying. “Just don’t forget about us when you two are off canoodling or something disgusting, okay?” Seokmin laughed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I could never.” He assured, that he already knew what it felt like to have to choose between two groups of friends. He’d never do that again.

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The following weeks, between picking up shifts at the store and attending class, were uneventful. The only thing keeping Seokmin up at night was the thought of callbacks. They were coming one day this week, and would ultimately make up the rest of his junior year of college. He couldn’t stop thinking about how badly he wanted the chance to redeem himself from what he considered a bad performance.

Seokmin found himself in the library with Junhui often, the duo working on the newest project for theatre class: monologues about something that means a lot to them. It would contribute heavily to the final exam, and since it was paired with a short paper describing their thought process, they had the rest of the semester to work on it. This wasn’t because of the known rule to stay quiet in a library - a rule Seokmin knew and enforced well - but it was because both of them were completely stumped on step one of their project: brainstorming.

“What are you going to write about?” Junhui asked, eyeing Seokmin from behind his notebook. His feet were pulled up to the chair, putting him into a squatting position on the chair yet somehow, he didn’t fall. Seokmin glanced up.

“I have no idea.” He sighed.

This part was also the hardest and the least fun.

Seokmin set his notebook down and frowned. “Sit correctly. You’re going to get us in trouble.”

Junhui scanned the area, seeing only a few other disinterested or stressed college students even within earshot. “Nobody can see us.”

Seokmin wasn’t convinced. “Hyung.” Junhui sighed, planting his feet back on the floor and twirling his pencil in his fingers. Seokmin stared down at his notebook page, littered with scribbles and crosses as he tried and failed to come up with a good idea for his monologue. The college experiences? Unoriginal. The first time he got a lead role? Boring and unoriginal. His familial trauma? Interesting, but way too personal. Seokmin crossed that one out so hard it ripped into the next page and he tore both out to toss into a nearby wastebasket. “We have time to come up with something. It only has to be a minute and a half right?”

“Something like that.” Junhui sighed.

“You could do a monologue about coming to school in Korea, learning a whole new language and culture, and adjusting.” Junhui’s lips curled up in a smile.

“I thought that would be too obvious.” He admitted, but Seokmin shook his head.

“I think it’s a unique perspective. And you can add something about Hao in there.” Junhui chuckled, and Seokmin grinned. “How are you guys doing, by the way?”

“In what sense?”

Seokmin cocked an eyebrow. “In the dating sense?”

“We aren’t dating.” Junhui said simply.

“Could have fooled me.”

“We don’t put labels on anything, that’s all.” Junhui shrugged. “It is what it is, and we’re happy about that.” Seokmin nodded. “I could say the same about you. Seungkwan showed me the Instagram post.”

Seokmin sighed. Of course, he did. “Well, unlike you two, we aren’t dating at all.”

“Could have fooled me.” Junhui worked up his best Seokmin impression, nose scrunched up to mimic his almost high-pitched voice. Seokmin’s eyes narrowed.

“I don’t sound like that.” He gasped, leaving Junhui in stitches. Seokmin rose from his seat, hoping to mask his rosy cheeks by leaving the table. “I need to find a book.” Junhui nodded him off, eyes returning to his notebook as Seokmin headed into the library section that houses smaller collections of books for more niche topics. Screenplays and scripts, some campus history, self-help books. Something about the latter drew Seokmin’s attention and he slipped into the aisle. As Seokmin rounded the corner, he came face to face with another man, his neck craned up at some of the books on high shelves. He didn’t have a baseball cap on since they were inside; shoulder-length back hair currently fluffy and slightly unkempt. With lips puckered lost in thought, his eyes trailed the selection before him.

“Jihoon-Hyung.” Seokmin called, and he looked over. Seokmin nodded his head. “Sorry. Are you-?”

“Hm? Nah.” Jihoon stretched his head. “I have to get some books for my Music Theory project.” Seokmin cocked an eyebrow.

“So, why are you in the self-help section?” Jihoon smirked.

“Because I don’t want to do my project.” His tone was playful, and Seokmin chuckled a bit as well. Turning back to the selection before him, Jihoon rocked on his heels, his hands in his pockets. Seokmin turned to the other side, scanning the books. He had no intention of taking one out, but he needed something to distract himself. Every few books, his eyes would dart to Jihoon as he stood still, only his eyes darting up and down the shelves. Seokmin felt a question bubbling up in his chest, one he wanted to ask but worried how it would be perceived. Did he really want to be the guy who pesters the director about callbacks? Then he’d be like Seokjin. The thought alone made him shiver.

So, Seokmin simply pulled a random book from the shelf and looked down at the cover. Asking the Important Questions: Putting Yourself First.

“Of course.” Seokmin muttered under his breath. Was he the unlucky one who was chosen to be God’s punching bag for the day? Stuffing the book back on the shelf, he turned to Jihoon, who now had a book in his hands. He was right in the middle, skimming it silently. “Hyung.” Seokmin caught Jihoon’s gaze and felt his anxiety bloom in his stomach, a bitter taste that threatened to bubble into his chest. “About…” Seokmin coughed. “I uh…I wanted to ask.”

“Callbacks will be announced Friday. You did fine.” Seokmin’s mouth fell open a bit, eyes widened at the sudden blunt comment that cut through Seokmin’s question like a knife. Jihoon snickered, shaking his head. “I’ve done this same song and dance with eight other people since the weekend ended. Seokjin was two of them.”

“I…I wasn’t going to ask about callbacks.” Jihoon now looked displeased. Not a fan of liars, it seemed.

“You’re only good at acting when you have a script in your hand, aren’t you, Seokmin?” he stuffed the book back on the shelf before returning to the taller male. Seokmin avoided his gaze. “Hmm…You know I can’t tell you about callbacks ahead of anyone else.”

Not only did Seokmin want to know something he knew he couldn’t, but also tried to be sneaky about it and it made him feel guilty. The same knife that cut through his thoughts earlier stabbed him in the chest now, and he felt even smaller than Jihoon in that moment. “I know…” he muttered, neck craning to the side.

“But you did fine.” Jihoon watched Seokmin glance over. “Your auditions are always good. I was impressed.”

“Oh…” Seokmin was unsure how to process this, so he simply said: “Thanks…”

“I could tell you were nervous, but it fit the scene you read from. So, I think it balanced out.” Jihoon checked the time on his phone, clicking his tongue. “I have to go. Class is on the other side of campus.” He nodded his head quickly. “Callbacks are on Friday, yeah? So, don’t worry until then.”

“Alright.” Seokmin nodded his head politely as Jihoon turned around and exited the aisle, leaving Seokmin alone with the self-help books that encouraged positive mental health or assured financial success in just a few simple steps.

Seokmin’s read them all and yet has never found the success they claim.

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The breeze of fall turning into winter meant Seokmin needed to finally dig his jacket out from the back of his closet. He much preferred the freedom of a tee shirt, but when he tried stepping out of the house early Wednesday morning, he felt as if he stepped into an ice box. So, jacket it was.

The last of the leaves were melting from greens to oranges and browns, while others had long since fallen from the branches and piled up around campus. Seokmin loved one thing about fall, and that was the crunch the leaves made under his feet as he cut through the grassy parts of campus to get to class. It scratched his brain in a way nothing else could, at least nothing else he had tried – the only other option being hard drugs but Seokmin would never find out if that was true or not.

Hand gliding along the strap of his sturdy messenger bag, grinning behind a plush scarf, his feet pressed into the freshly fallen leaves. The piles were already getting higher and higher; it was only a matter of time before campus maintenance came in and whisked them away, only to return through paths of wind as if they never left. The vicious cycle would only continue until winter covers the city in snow and drowns out the crunch of leaves Seokmin loved so much. Seokmin hates when things leave him, but he knows the leaves will always come back each fall. Maybe that’s why he loves them so much.

Seokmin fixed his earbud when it stopped for a second, pouting to himself. With one quick tap, the music flooded his ears again, and he continued his walk to class in relative peace. He was listening to the XCalibur soundtrack.

Manifest the role and you’ll get it! That’s what his sister said. At first, he brushed her off with a shrug, but after his talk with Jihoon, he found himself downloading the entire playlist onto his Spotify. Maybe it would work. Or not, and he’d look like a fool.

As Seokmin headed towards the theatre building, he thought he heard someone calling his name. He paused, stopping dead in his tracks. It was muffled behind the music, but Seokmin definitely heard his name. Tilting his head to the side, the earbud fell into his palm, and he finally heard his name clear as day. The voice sent tidal waves through his body, and when he turned Joshua was heading over. He was grinning.

November weather put Joshua in a long black coat, puffy enough to keep all of his body heat enclosed. Underneath he had what looked to be a brown sweater, and dark slacks held together by a belt. Professional. Very professional. Seokmin covered his mouth just in case his jaw wanted to fall onto the floor with how good Joshua looked.

He approached, putting his hands in his pockets. “Hey, stranger. Nice sweater.” He motioned to the pastel-striped sweater Seokmin had picked after tossing aside several others. “It’s a nice color on you.”

Wow… Seokmin was eyeing his slacks. “I mean what?” His eyes snapped up to Joshua, cheeks boiling when he saw the other grin.

“You didn’t say anything.” He was amused. Seokmin nodded his head. “I saw you heading in and I just wanted to say hi in case I don’t see you today.”

“Oh.” Seokmin smiled, finally moving his hand from his lips to show it. “Hi.”

Joshua chuckled. “Do you have a break at all today?”

“Not until 1.” Seokmin sighed.

“Ahh.” Joshua looked around. “I’ll have fifteen minutes around then.” Joshua was silent for a second. “Can I…walk you to class?”

If Seokmin’s body was a rocket, he’d have taken off right out of his boots and shot straight into the atmosphere, only to combust immediately. Joshua only smiled, one hand in his pocket as he waited for a response. Seokmin’s mind was racing with thoughts of what this could mean, what his intentions were. He ran his tongue along his bottom lip. Seungkwan would kill him if he said no.

“Okay.” He turned his head to the building before them. “I’ll be in this building all morning, so…” Joshua nodded.

“Got it. I’ll meet you here.” Silence, until his eyes widened, as if he realized that he did in fact come here to ask something specific. “Oh!” Joshua dug into his phone, pulling up his Spotify and turning the screen to Seokmin. He leaned forward; eyebrows furrowed as to what it was Joshua was trying to get him to look at. “Sunday Morning. We will be listening to it.”

“We’ll only have fifteen minutes.”

“I can state my thesis in eight.” Seokmin laughed as Joshua flashed a grin. “There’s no going back. It’s happening.”

“You only want to walk me to class to show me a song by…” Seokmin completely blanked on the name. His eyes glanced down at the Spotify screen again. “Mayron 5?”

The complete butchering of the English language made Joshua tilt his head back in laughter. Those eyes. Living proof that the moon did not only shine at night.

“Maroon 5. And yes.” Seokmin grinned shyly. “I’ll see you later. Have fun in class.”

“You too.” Seokmin waved a bit, watching as Joshua quickly started speed walking down the path and towards the Education Building. Seokmin bit his lip, making his way into the building and towards his classroom, students making their way into their classes for the morning. When he nestled into a seat, he immediately pulled up Joshua’s last Instagram post. The one from four days prior, and still his most recent one. He nestled his phone in his lap, out of anyone else’s view, as he stared at the photo of the two of them with their coffees and their smiles. He bit his lip as he studied it.

Okay, he didn’t look that much like a troll goblin in it.

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Seokmin felt nervous about seeing Joshua after class only fifteen minutes before his afternoon class came to an end. He kept eyeing the clock every time the professor turned his back, playing with the pages in his Music Theory book.

He needed to work on his monologue. It was due in a month. Joshua was going to see him in fifteen minutes and walk him to class. That was far more important.

When the clock struck 12:45 and the Professor dismissed with a dry reminder of the end-of-week chapter quiz, Seokmin grabbed his bag and hurried out the door. When he got outside, much to his surprise, Joshua was waiting. He was holding his bag over his shoulder, wrist lifted as he examined the face of his fancy Apple watch. Am I the late one this time? Seokmin’s heart sank at the thought.

Seokmin made his way over to Joshua, who immediately glanced up at the sound of footsteps. Instantly, he broke out into a grin. “Hey. How was class?”

“Fine.” Seokmin said. “You?” Joshua shrugged.

“My class was good. The first discussion I did for Mr. Moon went off without a hitch, too.”

“That’s good.” The duo began to walk towards Seokmin’s next class. “Do you have afternoon classes? I don’t think I ever asked.”

“I have one at 3, then I tutor until like 6 three days a week.”

“Wow.” Seokmin’s eyes widened. Joshua shrugged, unbothered by the packed schedule he had.

“I like it, so it’s okay.” He said. “I’ve always been good at explaining things to people. That’s what my friends always told me.” Seokmin could see how that was true about Joshua, nodding his head. Joshua fumbled for something in his pocket, pulling out his wallet. “I’m kind of in the mood for a snack. Want anything?” he motioned to the upcoming vending machines against the side of the Sciences Building.

“Oh, uh.” Seokmin fumbled for his wallet, pulling out money. “Sure. I’ll pay.” Joshua opened his mouth to speak, but Seokmin interjected. “I want to.” A nervous laugh. “Sorry.”

Joshua paused for a second, then shrugged. “Alright. Thank you.” The duo headed to the vending machines. Seokmin slipped money in and immediately bought a bag of chocolates and a bottle of water. When he turned to Joshua, he punched in for a bag of cheesy popcorn. As the snack dropped from the machine, he checked the time. “We have 8 minutes.”

“Perfect timing for your thesis, hm?” Seokmin picked up his snacks as Joshua laughed, Seokmin’s smile only getting wider.

Joshua motioned to the empty bench nearby. “Want to sit for a second?” With a nod, the duo sat together. Seokmin saw Joshua scoot closer to him, fumbling for his phone. He turned bright red, covering his cheeks with his hands until the blush subsided. “Alright, get ready to listen to the best song ever written.”

“Isn’t that Girl’s Generation’s I Got A Boy?” When Joshua cocked an eyebrow at him in confusion and slight offense, Seokmin laughed nervously. “We can listen to that one next….” Joshua passed him the earbud, sticking the other in his ear. It took a second for everything to connect, but Seokmin looked down at the phone as the song began to play.

Seokmin didn’t understand the music since it was in English, but the opening tune immediately calmed him in a way. He pursed his lips together, before glancing at Joshua and immediately biting back the grin on his face.

Joshua was singing the song as if he fucking wrote it. He was grinning, singing each word directly to Seokmin. He didn’t know what Joshua was saying, but he could tell by the little hints of red on those beaming cheeks of his that it was possibly romantic.

I can’t believe he basically soft-launched your relationship.

Seokmin turned his head, laughing a bit in amusement, but it only encouraged Joshua to scoot even closer so their shoulders were touching. Seokmin looked over again, just as Joshua was hitting the part of the song from his Instagram post. Seokmin was glad nobody was walking this way now, and he wondered how much longer he had before they were both late. He watched Joshua pretend to strum a little guitar, Seokmin threw his head back and laughed. For a fleeting second, he didn’t care about time.

As the song came to a close, Joshua sighed. “It’s so good.” He said. Seokmin nodded.

“I like it.” he said. “It sounds like you.” Joshua’s eyes sparkled.

“You think?” he asked, and Seokmin chuckled.

“Yeah.” He said. “I don’t know what they were saying but it just sounded really romantic.” Seokmin looked down at his unopened water and bag of chocolates. “It makes me want to learn English just to understand it.”

Joshua nodded. “I can do you one better and sing it to you in Korean.”

Seokmin almost choked. “What?” he asked.

“Guitar and everything.” He added.

“You play guitar?” Joshua nodded, finally ripping open his popcorn and popping one into his mouth as the next song on his playlist, another English song, began playing.

“Since I was five.” He said. “I played in my local church and my school’s band. I even was in a few local contests.”

“Wow,” Seokmin said in amazement. “I’d….” he blushed. “I’d like to hear you play…if you want….” Joshua smiled as he stuffed another bite of his popcorn into his mouth. Seeing Joshua halfway through his snack, Seokmin finally lifted up his water and went to open it. The cool weather made his fingers a bit chillier than normal, leaving him unable to get a good grip on it. Joshua must have noticed when he let out an annoyed grunt of annoyance, sticking his hand out.

“I’ll open it if you give me one of your chocolates.” Seokmin glanced over, watching as Joshua grinned at his playground-level trade deal. “Maybe two~.”

Seokmin couldn’t resist handing over his drink, watching as Joshua cracked the cap open almost immediately. When he was handed it back, he muttered a shy thanks, before taking a few of his chocolates and pouring them into Joshua’s waiting hand. He tossed them back, allowing Seokmin a quick look at his neck and shoulder muscles. His body tingled. “Thanks.” Joshua grinned. He checked his watch. “We’ve got like 2 minutes. Shall we?”

Seokmin hopped up, maybe a bit too eagerly. “Yeah, I don’t want to be late.” Joshua smiled. “You should go, you’ll never make it if you walk me then go to your own class.”

Joshua scanned the nearby area, eyes calculating the time it would take to get from Seokmin’s class to his own. With a frown, he nodded. “You’re right. Damn. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be!” Seokmin said quickly. Despite the slight disappointment in not getting to walk with Joshua longer, he knew if Joshua was late, he’d feel guilty for days. “I’m glad we hung out for a few minutes.” He motioned to Joshua’s phone. “Thanks for the song.”

“We have to listen to yours next time.” Joshua reminded him. “I’ll bring my guitar. We’ll have a little music date.”

“Date?” Seokmin blinked, and Joshua seemed to match his confused stare. The word registered one more time in Seokmin’s brain, and his heart did a somersault. “Date…” he nodded, breaking into a grin. “Okay, yeah. Okay…”

Joshua’s eyes folded into little smiles to match the one on his lips, laughing a bit. “Okay. We’ll figure it out later.” With a wave, he turned on his heel. “Bye.”

“Bye…” Seokmin called. A second passed, and Seokmin gasped. “Hyung! Joshua-Hyung!” He called, and Joshua’s feet immediately stopped in their tracks. He spun back around, eyes intensely staring at Seokmin. It made him flinch a bit in shock. “Uhm…” he needed a second to remember what he wanted to say. “My callbacks get posted Friday. If I know Jihoon-Hyung, probably around 1 or 2?” Joshua smiled. “If you’re not busy, maybe you can-.”

“I’ll let you know, okay?” Joshua smiled. “I’ll try my best to be there and congratulate you!” Seokmin nodded, smiling again as Joshua continued his way to class, Seokmin turning around and heading to his own. He looked down at the water in his hands, pressing it to his lips and taking a sip.

He asked me on another date… Seokmin thought. He felt giddy, even more so than he did when leaves were crunching under his feet.

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Friday needed to skip over to Saturday. Seokmin will not be a ball of nerves on Saturday. However, when one o’clock struck, he headed over to the theatre building. Jihoon would be putting a big callbacks sheet on the theatre door at 1:45, and already it was packed with eager actors and actresses clamoring to see if they were asked for another shot at showing their skills. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and looked to see Junhui. His hair was brushed back a bit, and rimmed glasses sat on his face. He glanced at Seokmin and smiled.

“I’m nervous.” Seokmin breathed. Junhui took his hands and shook his head.

“We will be fine.” He assured. “Manifestation, remember?” Yes, he remembered. His sister texted him again to remind him. His eyes darted around just as Seungkwan and Mingyu approached. “…Waiting for Joshua-Hyung?” he asked. Seokmin immediately sensed the annoyed tone in Junhui’s voice.

“No.” He said quickly. Junhui didn’t look convinced. “Well, yeah. But he said this afternoon that his class ends at 1:30, so he’ll try to leave the class a bit earlier.” Seokmin saw Junhui shrug. “Where’s Minghao?”

“Same thing.” He said. “Class until 1:30. But he knows who made callbacks, so he said he’ll stay away.” Seokmin’s eyes widened, so Junhui had to clarify: “His art class is leading the set design for their final project, so he’s been working with Jihoon and the entire team pretty closely.” Seokmin nodded, before Seungkwan poked his head into the conversation.

“Your little boyfriend was finishing up in Professor Moon’s office when I saw him.” Seokmin checked his phone. It was 1:30. Shit, where did the time go? He looked up, seeing the crowd of people by the front door growing even larger. He gulped.

“We should probably wait until it thins out a bit.” Seokmin said when he saw Seokjin making his way over, grinning and chatting with a few friends and a gaggle of adoring fans. “I don’t want to have to push through.”

“Good idea.” Mingyu stretched his arms over his head. Seokmin rubbed his arm, turning to look over his shoulder. He bit his lip, looking between his three friends as they formed idle conversation about relationships. Mingyu chatted about Seungcheol being way too loud with his games, Seungkwan gushed about how Vernon sat next to him in class for three days straight so it’s getting serious, and Junhui shared a little update on Minghao’s excitement for his art class final. Seokmin always listened in moments like this because he had nothing to contribute. He wanted to be part of their conversation beyond just a listener. He felt a nervous seed plant into his stomach, but he took a deep breath.

“…Joshua asked me on another date.” He muttered under his breath. Silence. All eyes were on him, and Seokmin stared directly at the floor. “I think. Well, he called it a date, so-.”

“That’s awesome, Min.” Mingyu grinned, nudging his friend. “Where too?”

“Uhm, he said something about music. Not sure of all the details yet.”

“But did he specify it was a date?” Seungkwan asked. When Seokmin nodded, Seungkwan gasped. “Ohhhh my gosh. Seokmin, how cute. Congratulations~.”

“Called it.” Junhui grinned. Seokmin laughed shyly, nodding his head.

“Yeah, I’m excited.” He said. Just then, another voice was heard calling his name, and his eyes shot up.

“Speak of the devil,” Mingyu murmured, a grin still on his face as Joshua hurried over. He looked down at Seokmin, seeing the nervous smile on his face fully form into a genuine one.

“Am I late?” Joshua asked, almost nervous as he looked around. Seokmin shook his head.

“No.” he said. “No you’re not late. You're right on time.” He was practically singing those words. He wondered why there was an unfamiliar feeling in his chest as he said them. “You're not late…” he said one more time. Joshua smiled proudly.

“Then what are we waiting for?!” Joshua asked. He led the charge towards the crowd, Seokmin and Junhui immediately following the charismatic leader. Seungkwan glanced at Mingyu.

“I thought we were waiting for the crowds to die down.” Mingyu only shrugged, and the two of them followed behind. Seokmin hurried to Joshua’s side.

“I hope you didn’t get in trouble for leaving early.” Joshua shook his head.

“I made sure to ask permission. Professor Moon just told me to take anything I didn’t finish home and make up the extra thirty minutes.” Seokmin smiled. “It’s worth it, though, so I don’t mind.” Seokmin chuckled. “Unless you don’t get a callback, then I’ll make you do the work for me as reparations.”

“I don’t think that’s how that works.” Seokmin commented. As the group got closer, the sheet was already posted on the door, Jihoon most likely sneaking in and out to post it amongst the chaos. Seokmin watched as everyone shuffled in between others to try and get a glimpse. His eyes darted amongst the people passing him by, gauging their reactions. Faces of disappointment, anger, joy. All of the emotions radiated off each person who passed by Seokmin, attaching to him like a magnet. It weighed him down, and made his bones feel heavy with nerves. If people like Kim Jisoo or Park Jinyoung were leaving frustrated, what did that mean for him?

Junhui took a deep breath, a stone cold look on his face. “I’m going in.” He said.

“God speed.” Seungkwan called. Joshua’s laugh hit Seokmin’s ear and made him shiver. He pressed his finger to his lips as Junhui navigated through the crowd. It was thinning with each passing second as people discovered their fate, but Junhui still had to wiggle through like a tall sardine. Seokmin looked at the others.

“He’ll definitely get something.” He said. “He did so good.”

“So did you.” Mingyu assured. Seokmin glanced at Joshua, who was focused on scanning the crowd, eyes darting between different people. He looked interested in the chaos.

“It feels like I’m back home.” He said. “I live right by the Staples Center back in LA. You ever hear of it?”

“No.” Mingyu and Seungkwan said. Seokmin felt guilty shaking his head as well when Joshua looked at him next.

“Well, they have lots of sports stuff there and concerts. I’ve seen people topple one another like this to get tickets last minute or right as they go on sale. It’s nuts.” He flashed a smirk of amusement.

A few moments later, Junhui reemerged. Nobody needed to ask what happened, because he was beaming.

“I got a callback for Lancelot.” He said, and was immediately swarmed with congratulatory hugs and cheers. Seokmin clapped for him, but he was too nervous to really relax and celebrate, at least for now. Seokmin caught a beeline straight for the list, but he was still too far to see his name. Junhui patted his back. “You should go look.” Seokmin looked up at Junhui, who was still grinning.

“Did I get one?” he asked.

“Why would I tell you?” Junhui smirked. “The paper’s right there.”

“I’ll die if I have to walk over there and not get anything. That’s the worst walk of shame I’ll ever do.” Joshua snorted at his use of words, and Seokmin’s cheeks tinted red. “That’s not what I-.”

“We know what you mean.” Mingyu gave him a supportive pat on the back. “Want me to come up there with you?”

“Sure.” Seokmin smiled at his friend as the duo made their way through the crowds. Seokmin saw a few people he knew from previous plays, and he said his brief hellos in passing, wishing them luck as they made their way up front. Mingyu wasn’t one for violence, but he was big and buff, so most people didn’t want to risk pissing him off. The one that didn’t know him at least. Never judge a book by its very broad cover. Seokmin approached the front, covering his eyes. “Aaaaa, Gyu, I’m terrified.”

“Don’t be.” Mingyu said. He could sense a bit of excitement in his friend’s voice, and he finally found the confidence to open his eyes. His eyes scanned under each male character’s name, then to the ensemble. Finally, his eyes landed on the lead: Arthur. He scrolled down the handful of names placed underneath, and his eyes widened.

“Oh wow.” He blinked. “...Oh wow! I got one! Really?!”

“Hell yeah, you did!” Mingyu threw his arms around Seokmin’s shoulders, pulling him into a tight side hug. “I knew it!”

When Seokmin turned back, Junhui’s smile was the first he caught, the smile of someone who knew and was waiting to see the other’s reaction. He and Mingyu made their way back over.

“I got one for Arthur.” Seokmin gasped, hands cupped over his mouth in surprise and excitement. Seungkwan cheered, throwing his arms around Seokmin almost immediately.

“Congratulations, Hyung! Did I ever doubt you?!”

“I know, I know.” He grinned. Finally relieved, he turned to Junhui and their smiles immediately mirrored one another. Seokmin hugged him tightly. “I knew you’d get one, Hyung. It was so obvious; they should basically just give you the role!”

“You give me waaaay too much credit.” Junhui laughed. “But thank you. Same to you!”

“I told you.” Seokmin turned to Joshua, who was brushing some of his brown hair from his face and smiling. Seokmin blushed, covering his cheeks. Joshua stepped closer. “What was it you said when we hung out and practiced?” he asked. Seokmin was quiet for a second, but Joshua only stuck his hand up in the air, fingers pinched together. “Salute?”

“Oh God.” Seokmin sank to the floor, covering his face. He immediately heard Seungkwan burst into laughter, doubled over at the memory of how hard Seokmin laughed the first time he heard that in the movie. “I forgot I told you about that.”

Joshua grinned, standing Seokmin up. He threw an arm around the blushing mess, pulling him to his side before once again shouting. “SALUTE!”

“Oh God, stop, people are looking at us!” Seokmin gasped, his cheeks flaring red as he buried his face into Joshua’s shoulder in hopes of avoiding their gaze.

“They should! They’re looking at the lead for XCalibur and they don’t even know it yet!” Joshua cheered. “We have to celebrate!”

“Agreed! Dinner on Mingyu and Seungcheol-Hyung!” Junhui shouted.

“We paid last time!” Mingyu shouted. When Seokmin lifted his head up, he immediately saw other passerby’s staring at them. He wanted to die. He covered his face, and Joshua only chuckled, continuing to hold him to his side.

“Awww, don’t be shy.” He begged, putting a hand on Seokmin’s hair. He chuckled. “You’re so cute.”

“Stop, you’re giving people the wrong idea.” Seokmin looked up at him, but Joshua only grinned.

“Am I?” He asked. Seokmin had nothing to say in the moment. He only kept his red cheeks covered and stared at Joshua’s face. Was he?

“…I need to call my mom.” He finally said, turning away from a snorting Joshua and scrambling for his phone as he headed outside. He pressed the phone to his ear, the ringing hopefully a distraction from the way his heart pounded against his ribcage and the way his face and neck burned. Joshua’s adorable, perfect smile was burned into his mind, but he didn’t mind.

When his mother picked up and he told her the news, her cheers only distracted him for as long as he had her on the phone. She was busy at work and eager to tell her coworkers the news, so the call only lasted 10 minutes. Fuck.

Seokmin was staring down at his phone screen when a hand was thrown around his shoulder. The force made him think it was Mingyu, but when he turned to his left, Joshua still had the same scrunched-up nose and an amused grin on his face.

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Boo got Covid

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that's a woman??

ow ow ow ow

movie picking

oh shit I'm in love??

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elbow check

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Boo and Seth's dad.

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Summer time crushing

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ANYTHING for u

shrine of love

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how'd you bag that baddie?

gay for you

hit this weed

feeling him

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Some hc's of the different Finns

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predator listener

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Masochism Tango

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Gasp a witch! Or is he a fairy-

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Outfits before weather

a single star

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Cosplaying idea

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Things i love about the yv boys

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Slow Blink (3622 words) by WinsomeEarl

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: BIGTOP BURGER (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cesare/Steve (BIGTOP BURGER), But its incredibly minor Characters: Cesare (BIGTOP BURGER), Steve (BIGTOP BURGER), Frances (BIGTOP BURGER), Conrad (BIGTOP BURGER), Doctor (BIGTOP BURGER) Additional Tags: Character Study, Backstory, Rated T for Cesare being a Sad Man, The zomburger crew bonds over their cats, Fighting, Cesare finally gets a win, Spoilers steve has very little cat ears don't @ me

Summary:

"If there were two cats who were known to be enemies," Cesare barrels on, head craned to be seen by the trio around the doorframe and the headrest of the driver's seat, "And one cat slowly blinked at the other one, that would probably catch the second cat completely off guard, right? Throw him totally, irrevocably off his game? Make him think they were in some sort of stalemate, maybe... maybe even a truce of some kind. He wouldn't even think to fight back- I mean, it's hard wired into his brain, for God's sake, he couldn't help it. A sitting duck. No, no- a goose that begs to have a horn stuck down its elegant throat to make the most succulent of foie gras. He'd never even see it coming!"

"I feel like this is referring to something really specific, but I can't figure out what," Frances says dryly.

*****

Cesare plans, fails, momentarily regrets it all, learns two new things about cats, and finally scores a sorely needed victory.

I wrote a fic -o- It's Cesare backstory/angst/less angst towards the end (idk if this post will be formatted right, I've never posted an AO3 link before, give me a sec 0-o)

#bigtop burger #btb cesare #btb steve

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HuskyNotWolf’s Blog

Formerly thecrazyhusky but then decided the name suck

Yo there, it’s your local maniac husky.

You can call me Husky. My pronouns are she/her or she/they. I am an Asian bitch who used English as a primary language. (I am shit at Chinese but I still speak and write it.)

I write fanfiction and I do IT stuff. I make games for the sheer enjoyment of anxiety and stress in the progress. I also accept asks related to fanfics or art. I code and program stuff.

I do fanfic related to the Life series (trafficblr) Hermitcraft, Empires and Origins, and I enjoy writing about angst, torture, gore, ect. (I am not a psychopath, trust me. I’m simply just messed up, I SWEAR)

I am a fan of Life Series ships and I might make some stories about or surrounding it, and I might sometimes use other people’s ship trio (marsmarble’s lord whore trio)

Side (announcements + art) Blog: @huskybutart

Tags:

#watchers and hunters for Watchers and Hunters Fanfic

#howling stars au for Crane Wives x Trafficblr

#watcher reacts for Watcher reaction to Howling Stars fic

#fanmadescratchgames for Fanmade games by me (coming soon :D)

Currently working:

Watchers & Hunters (Contents)

The Watcher’s ‘Pet’ (part 1)

Convexian Hitman AU

Crane Wives x Trafficblr Fanfics:

Clarification

The Moon will Sing

(Watcher reaction here)

Tongues and Teeth

Metaphor

How to Rest

Icarus

Little Soldiers

Can’t have it all

Down the River

Art:

Last Life Doodle (horribly drawn and I hate it)

Secret Life Scar

Double Life Divorce Quartet #1

The Winners Mural

Never keep Huskies as war pets (Pearl)

3rd Life Grian

Chinese New Year!

More Pearlo

Gays love me, Watchers hate me

Scar and Ren…but WoF?

Projects (fanmade games?):

(Currently none but working on it)

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janetbrown711 · 9 months

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happy holidays :D

favorite fic you wrote this year

favorite writing song/artist/album of this year

Oh geez these are toughies

I think of this year my fic has to be the entire dadsy of two au!!authors!!!

...what do you mean that doesn't count? What do you mean I have to choose? WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS ALMOST BEEN A YEAR???????

Anyways uh-- I think my favorite as of right now is either Our Trio's Down to Two or The Monsters Gone, He's on the Run. Both I believe are excellent character studies of kid MK and kid Mei and provide such neat perspectives of such difficult situations for kids to handle. I really adore them so much oughhhh (also I loved writing Sandy he's so nice I miss him)

My favorite band to write to has been The Crane Wives for the longest time, but indie band Autoheart is slowly climbing up there ngl

Fav song probably ended up being A Sadness Runs Through Him tho bc it ended up being my #1 on my Spotify wrapped lmaoooo we love some good angst and character dives

#lmk #lego monkie kid #janet blabs #mei lmk #mk lmk

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sloanerisette · 2 years

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The Adventure of the Newly Appointed Attorney - A Great Ace Attorney Digimon AU

Summary: Jou Kido is just a simple medical student when his life is thrown for a loop after being accused of murder of one of his professors. Even worse than that, what was meant to be time abroad to learn alongside the closest person to him in the world leads to the untimely death of Taichi Yagami, and Jou has to deal with the fallout of that happening.

A Great Ace Attorney 1 AU featuring spoilers up to Episode 2.

I'm back on my bullshit with another Digimon AU because one day I had a shower thought of the trio of Ryuunosuke, Kazuma, and Susato but as Jou, Taichi, and Mimi. I just wanted to make a little something for the first bit of the game so I could write some good angst (and hint at a ship for Jou that wasn't Jyoumi lmao), as well as see how I could recontextualize the game a bit with the characters and situations being changed up a bit. So uh, I hope you enjoy! I got stuck on this a fair bit, especially at the end, so I hope y'all like it!

You can also find it on AO3 here!

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Oh, how was this happening? How could this possibly be happening? He just wanted to say hello to one of his professors, and now he was in Japan’s Supreme Court.

Accused of murder.

Of said professor.

Jou paced around the defendant’s antechamber anxiously, head in his hands, and mumbling under his breath.

Now he was going to get arrested. He was going to be put away for life and he’d never be able to finish school. And what would his family think? What would—

“You know, if you keep doing this, they might charge you for wearing out the rug.”

Jou blinked and craned his neck around before his sight finally focused on another professor of his: Doctor Keisuke Tachikawa. He exhaled and walked over to him, bowing his head.

“Professor Tachikawa! What’re you doing here?” he asked, then blinked, “Err… not that it’s not good to see you, of course…”

The professor had a wide smile on his face and let out a hearty chuckle as he adjusted his spectacles.

“I know it’s easier said than done for you, but try to calm down a bit, if possible.”

“Right, right,” Jou mumbled to himself.

“Professor Wilson is an old friend of mine, and, well… given the grave matter of this case, I thought it would be prudent that I be here.”

Jou swallowed hard. Right. An English national killed at a Japanese university where he had been staying while he taught.

“There’s also a word of advice I have for you,” Tachikawa said, slowly stepping over to Jou. He looked at the young man, who was nearly at eye level with him, and placed a firm hand on his shoulder.

“Wh-what is it?” Jou asked slowly.

“You know your attorney is going to be Yagami, yes?”

How could Jou forget? When his best friend had found out about the legal trouble he had fallen into, he wasted no time in offering his services to defend him.

“Yes, sir,” Jou answered.

“And you understand that soon he’ll be departing on that trip abroad to study law in England, yes?”

“Of course. It’s going to be one of the biggest opportunities for Japan,” Jou said.

“Well, what you need to know is that, due to the… precarious nature of situation,” Professor Tachikawa punctuated his words with a pause as he took off his glasses and took a moment to clean them, then put them back on, “If Yagami is unable to prove your innocence, then the trip will be called off.”

Jou’s eyes went wide and the air was pushed from his lungs.

“What? No— wait— why— why would he agree to that!?”

“Probably because he sees your innocence and believes he can prove it.”

Jou’s shoulders slumped, “But if he can’t…” he trailed off weakly.

“Yes, he won’t be able to go.”

Jou’s mind went blank as everything went still. He didn’t know what to think. How could Taichi risk the biggest possible opportunity just like that?

“…I just don’t understand why he wouldn’t tell me. If he did I would’ve never agreed to this,” Jou grumbled.

“That’s probably exactly why. From what I’ve heard from both of you, you two are incredibly close. And knowing Yagami, I doubted he wanted you to worry over him like that.”

It made sense. It was perfectly Taichi— to make sure Jou didn’t worry too much, to show that he could handle everything just fine. And Taichi could handle everything just fine. His reputation in their university’s law program was legendary, and everyone’s aspirations for him were as big as his own.

The way Professor Tachikawa’s gaze seemed to bore into Jou left him nervous. He stepped closer and set a firm hand on his shoulder.

“When you’re in the courtroom, at the start of the proceedings the judge will ask a specific question to the defense. You need to answer it before Yagami does. You must. Do you understand?”

Jou’s chest went tight, and he nodded slowly, “Of course. Yes. Anything I can do to help make sure Taichi can go study in England!”

Professor Tachikawa smiled and folded his hands behind his back.

“Very good. You’re a good, upstanding young man, Kido. I’ve no doubt you didn’t do it… so now it just needs to be made clear to the court.”

“Trust me, Professor, there won’t even be a need for a recess in this case,” a confident voice spoke up. Jou looked to see that Taichi was approaching them with a wide grin on his face. He stopped in front of them and placed his hands on his hips.

“I’ll prove your innocence in no time, Jou,” Taichi said. Jou’s eyes started to well up with tears, and he quickly wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

“Thank you for believing in me, Taichi,” Jou breathed out, and Taichi barked out a laugh.

“What kind of partner could I call myself if I didn’t believe in you? Believe me, I’d do anything for you.”

Jou looked out of the corner of his eye to see Professor Tachikawa give him a knowing look and nod.

“…It just means a lot that you believe in me.”

“Well that’ll never be in question,” Taichi told him seriously. He gripped Jou’s hand to shake and then pulled him into a hug.

“And then you and me will be tearing up Her Majesty’s capital in no time, right?” he whispered, and though Jou couldn’t see the wicked grin on his face, he just knew it was there.

“I-I still don’t know about that, Taichi…”

“Well, I still have a few more days to convince you,” he said before he released his friend. Jou rubbed his arm to help soothe the sudden shooting pain brought on by Taichi’s tight grip.

“Good luck with that, we still have to make sure I’m innocent.”

“Defendant, court is about to be in session. Enter the courtroom at once,” the bailiff’s voice boomed. Jou nearly jumped in place. Professor Tachikawa looked at them both.

“Good luck, Kido, and to you, too, Yagami.”

“Thank you sir,” Jou said with a deep bow.

“I won’t need luck,” Taichi said with a thumbs up. “Let’s get going. After all, you don’t want to be declared guilty for showing up late,” he laughed. At that, Jou’s eyes went wide and he sped into the courtroom ahead of his best friend, Professor Tachikawa’s words still ringing in his ears.

If he was found guilty… then Taichi’s chances of ever being able to learn about English law would go up in smoke in an instant. He couldn’t allow that.

The second he stepped foot inside the courtroom, he could feel all eyes on him. There were many, many men in military uniforms who were glaring daggers at him, and both the judge and prosecutor were focused solely on him. Jou adjusted his glasses as he walked as fast as he could over to the defendant’s bench without breaking into an outright run.

“It looks like they all want to eat me alive…” Jou thought, already feeling beads of sweat begin to form at the crown of his head.

“Try and look as cool, calm, and confident as you can, Jou. They will eat you alive if they smell blood in the water,” Taichi mumbled to him. Jou’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“How did you…”

“Know what you were thinking? It’s written all over your face,” Taichi smiled as they walked behind the bench. He clapped Jou on the shoulder, “You’ll be fine, trust me.”

The judge banged his gavel, causing all attention to turn his way. Jou squeaked out a sound of surprise, then turned a deep, deep shade of red out of embarrassment.

“The court will now hear the trial of Jou Kido,” the judge boomed out.

“The prosecution is ready, Your Excellency,” the middle-aged, balding prosecutor said.

“As is the defense,” Taichi said confidently. He placed one hand on his hip while the other rested on his katana.

This was… this was all too startlingly real. He was really in Japan’s highest court. On trial. For murder. Even with Taichi standing there next to him, he could still hear his heart pounding in his ears.

“Now, before we begin, there is one point of order I want to confirm: yesterday evening, the defense made a request for a last minute change of advocate,” the judge said.

“I made the request myself, yes,” Taichi nodded.

“Normally, the procedure is for the defendant’s advocacy to be decided two days prior to trial. Given the circumstances behind this trial, however, I must ask for a final confirmation: who is the advocate for the defendant in this trial?”

That was it. That was the question he needed to answer before Taichi could. It was the only way his trip to England could be guaranteed.

Jou’s arm shot up in the air in an instant.

“I am!” he shouted. The judge blinked, and then his jaw dropped in shock.

“What?”

“What’re you doing, Jou!?” Taichi hissed.

“Professor Tachikawa told me that if I’m found guilty, you won’t be able to study abroad,” Jou whispered. Taichi grit his teeth.

“I can’t believe he did that… and I can’t believe you listened to him!” Taichi shot back.

Jou’s expression fell, “Taichi, you’re my best friend, but if by chance I am found guilty, it means everything you’ve been working towards is dashed in an instant.”

“It’s why I didn’t want you to find out,” Taichi sighed. He folded his arms and shook his head.

“Then you understand where I’m coming from, too,” Jou said. Taichi nodded.

“I do.”

“Then you know that I have to do this for you no matter what. I’m sorry,” Jou said as he pushed his glasses up.

Taichi stood there, silently stewing as he stared down his best friend, looking in his eyes.

Yet Jou didn’t back down, and that caused Taichi’s lips to turn upwards a touch into a smirk.

“I can’t say I’m exactly happy about the way Professor Tachikawa told you about this, or about how you’re choosing to defend yourself over letting me handle it, but… I’ll be here to help you,” Taichi told him.

He clapped Jou on the back, and the young man fell forward, his glasses nearly slipping off his face. Jou yelped and managed to catch his glasses in time. Both the judge and the prosecutor gave him pointed glances, and Jou immediately straightened up.

“Like I said,” Jou started once he recovered, adjusting his glasses slightly, “It isn’t about not trusting or believing in you. This is just so you will be able to go and achieve your dreams in Britain no matter what.”

Plus it was his professor who was killed. A part of him wanted to try and figure out what truly happened for that just as much as for his own sake.

“So, you’ll be defending yourself then?” the judge asked. Jou nodded.

“Yes, your Excellency.”

“Well, maybe I won’t be your attorney, but I can serve as your judicial assistant,” Taichi told him.

…That was a big relief, though. Maybe he’d have some sort of chance at not being immediately declared guilty. Even just as a judicial assistant, Jou was relieved (and incredibly lucky) to have Taichi’s assistance.

“As you are aware, you are in the Supreme Court of Judicature of Japan. I hold everyone in this courtroom to the highest standards of conduct. Everyone. Do I make myself clear, Defendant Kido?”

“Yes, your Excellency,” Jou nodded again. Taichi leaned in close to whisper.

“Try to calm down a little, you’re sweating,” he said, at which Jou’s eyes went wide and he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. “You’ll be fine. You just need to believe in yourself more.”

“Just believe in myself, more,” Jou thought as he swallowed hard, “Easier said than done, Taichi… We aren’t all you, after all…”

Not everyone could be as brave as Taichi Yagami. Frankly, Jou didn’t think anyone could be on the man’s level.

But now, it was time for him to save himself and secure Taichi’s future.

***

Somehow, he had done it. He had managed to point out the true killer of Professor Wilson with the help of Taichi’s keen eye and his own medical knowledge, and was able to secure his innocence.

But to think a classmate of his had killed their professor… and with poison, no less. It was chilling— no, terrifying— to think about, which was why that night he had done his best not to think about it. At all.

A knock on the door helped Jou distract himself from the way his thoughts were getting increasingly closer to thinking about the young British woman and the way she had coldly and callously poisoned their professor without an ounce of regret, and he smiled when he opened the door and saw who it was.

“Taichi, what’re you doing here? It’s late,” Jou said.

“You didn’t think you were going to call it a day without a celebration, did you?” Taichi asked with a wicked grin before he forced himself into Jou’s room, revealing a small bottle of sake and some glasses that he brought along with him.

“I hope you didn’t put yourself out getting that…” Jou mumbled, but Taichi shook his head.

“You worry too much, Jou. You really don’t want a drink after a long day having people assume you were a murderer?” he asked. Jou blanched.

“With how much my stomach is roiling? Not particularly…” he grumbled. However, Taichi wasn’t deterred, and started to pour for them both.

“Come on, you deserve it. You defended yourself in Japan’s Supreme Court! Not many get to say that.”

Taichi held up a glass to Jou, who fixed it with a withering gaze, before he eventually sighed and took it.

“Fine, but neither of us are getting drunk,” he said, then took a sip. “Feel free to sit wherever you want,” Jou said as he settled onto a nearby chair. Taichi pulled a chair from Jou’s desk and brought it over before he plopped himself down.

The look in his eyes… Jou already knew what he was going to say.

“No,” Jou said as soon as Taichi opened his mouth.

“I didn’t even say anything yet!” Taichi shot back.

“You were going to bring up me joining you on your study trip abroad, weren’t you?” Jou asked. There was no guilty look on his best friend’s face, but instead a wide, satisfied grin.

“Of course I was,” he said, “Think about it! You and me tearing up London town! It’ll be great!” Tai said before he took a long drink.

“It’s almost like he was the one on trial when he drinks like that…” Jou thought before he took another sip.

“I’ll be a stowaway!” Jou hissed, “Imagine how much trouble we’ll get in when I’m discovered! How much trouble you’ll be in!”

“But just think about the adventure of it!” Taichi said, quite literally waving off the medical student’s concerns.

“An adventure that includes nearly two months at sea during which I could easily be discovered?” Jou asked. Taichi leaned forward and quirked a brow.

“Weren’t you the one talking about how much he wanted to learn about English medicine?” Taichi asked smoothly. Jou flushed slightly as he glanced to the side. He gently scratched his cheek.

“Ah, well…”

“Imagine the difference we could make here! We go to England, learn about English law and English medicine, and then we can come back home to put everything we’ve learned to use!”

Jou had to admit, it was incredibly tempting. They weren’t even doing autopsies here.

But there was something holding him back. His usual nature, if he had to guess: incredibly hesitant to go outside of his comfort zone, and even more hesitant to step outside of what his family had planned for him. They expected him to graduate university and subsequently start working at his father’s office, with no chance to forge his own path ahead.

Jou drummed his fingers on the table, his leg bouncing nervously.

“I just… I don’t know, Taichi…” he sighed. Taichi frowned and gently placed a hand on Jou’s shoulder.

“Whatever you choose, I’ll support you. I mean, admittedly… I want you to go with me for some selfish reasons, but I think we could do a lot of good together once the trip is done,” he said, his lips slowly turning upwards into a smile.

“There’s a few more days until I leave, so… just think about it, ok?”

Jou stared down at his sake as he listened to his friend, then finished the rest and let the cup hit the table with a clang. He looked up at his friend, unable to help but smile, too. Taichi’s support had always meant the world, and… damnit if he wasn’t a good speaker. It wasn’t surprising just why he was chosen for this study trip given the skills he showed despite being so young.

“I’ll honestly, genuinely consider it, I promise,” Jou said. Tai’s smile broke into a grin.

“That’s all I’m asking for,” he said before he finished his own drink. His eyes moved towards the bottle, “So, round two?”

Jou removed his glasses, pinched the bridge of his nose, closed his eyes, and sighed.

“No, Taichi, I am not letting you convince me to have a second round this time. And you don’t need one given the fact that you have class tomorrow!” Jou chided. He put his glasses on to see his friend’s teasing smile.

“Worth a try, right?” he laughed. Jou shook his head, but couldn’t contain the mirth he was feeling.

“Yeah, worth a try,” he chuckled, before his expression turned somber.

“…If I decide not to go, I hope you know I’ll miss you,” Jou said quietly.

“I’ll miss you, too. But don’t worry, we’ll have plenty of stories to tell each other once I’m back,” Tai assured him, before he started to snicker, “Even if mine will be more exciting.”

Jou smiled and laughed, “I can’t wait to hear all about them.”

***

Even if they had solved the mystery of Taichi’s untimely death, Jou couldn’t help but still feel… hollow.

They, of course, being himself, Mimi Tachikawa, the young woman who was to accompany Taichi on this trip as his judicial assistant, and a famous British detective who had been the one to ultimately confirm that it was all just an accident and a misunderstanding.

A young Russian ballerina had been terrified Taichi would reveal to the captain that she was smuggled onto the ship and would lead to her being sent back to her home country. She hadn’t meant to kill him, but it still hurt.

Maybe it hurt more knowing it was just an accident.

Although it was declared that both he and Mimi would have to go back to Japan once the ship reached port in Hong Kong, due to the study trip no longer having a lawyer present, the famous British detective (who Mimi-san seemed to know about? Apparently she read some stories of his in a British magazine?) that helped make sure Jou escaped being convicted for Taichi’s death had given the suggestion that led him to where he was now.

“If the study trip calls for one lawyer and one judicial assistant, and you already have one judicial assistant, then all you need is one lawyer, correct?”

He was going to be the lawyer. The Japanese inspector who had come along on the trip to see Taichi and Mimi safely to England had, with a resigned sigh, told them that he would send a telegram to the Department of Justice about the situation, and now he had his goal: gain enough knowledge to be a lawyer in just over a month. It was the only way to keep Taichi’s dream going.

He had no idea how it would possibly work out, but it was the least Jou could do for his best friend.

It was late into the evening, and Jou and Mimi were sitting at the small table in Taichi’s room, which Jou was now taking proper residence in. There were multiple books laid out across the table, and Jou was furiously taking notes by candlelight. Jou thought that after all of this time he might finally be all cried out, but that didn’t stop the occasional tear from leaking out or the need to sniffle from arising. He was incredibly determined to be able to serve as the lawyer on this study trip abroad to carry on Taichi’s legacy, and that meant he couldn’t take a break. Even though Mimi had insisted that he get some sleep sooner than later, Jou had just about begged her for an extra hour to work.

His mind was a mess, and staying up studying wasn’t helping him one bit, but the tea Professor Tachikawa’s daughter had made— as well as her assistance in going over the material— had done a lot to help keep him going.

Studying was something he was all too used to, but studying law was a different beast entirely. He was completely out of his element, and though he had a lucky break in Japan’s Supreme Court, he wasn’t a lawyer, not anywhere close. But he had to try.

He was good at putting his head down to study and work, and he needed all the time he could muster until they reached England’s foggy shores.

The young man flipped through a page of one of the books Mimi brought out for studying, and wiped away a light sheen of sweat that started to form at his forehead.

“Kido-san, I know you want to keep working, but you’ll lose more chances to learn if you’re in need of bed rest from falling ill due to exhaustion…” she pleaded quietly. Jou finished scribbling out another few lines of notes before he looked up at her, blinking a few times as he took a moment to adjust to a view that wasn’t books and parchment.

Like him, Mimi seemed all cried out. Her eyes were still red and puffy, and she gripped a handkerchief tight in her hand. As much as he didn’t want to stop due to the risk of not having a chance to fully absorb everything he had looked at tonight, she was right. If he got sick and couldn’t so much as look at a book, there would be no doubt he’d have to go back home…

Jou closed his eyes and nodded, then set his quill down and pushed the book forward.

“You’re right. My apologies, Mimi-san, I just… I can’t let Taichi down,” he sighed, eyes looking down at his notes— which had become increasingly messier during the hours he spent writing.

“I understand,” she nodded curtly, her voice quiet, “This… still isn’t easy to accept.”

Jou wasn’t sure if he’d ever be able to truly accept that the person closest to him was gone forever…

“Mimi-san, how did you and Taichi come to know each other? I-I understand if it’s too painful to talk about right now, but I can’t help but be a bit curious.”

Mimi’s eyes widened for a moment, surprised by the question, then her shoulders slumped.

“He’s my adoptive brother.”

During the time he had come to know Taichi, and how they became best friends at university, he learned about the unfortunate passing of his parents, but he certainly never knew this…

“O-oh,” he choked out weakly.

“His father and mine were close friends, and were off in England on a study trip shortly after I was born. However, he passed away there, and not long after… Taichi’s mother passed away, too.”

Jou’s throat felt tight, and the tears started to well up in his eyes again.

“My father took him and his younger sister in, feeling it was the least he could do to honor his parents. Although him and I weren’t that young, we still grew up together, and when he decided to pursue law like his father, I wanted to do all I could to help him,” she explained.

Through Jou’s blurry vision, he could see that Mimi was on the verge of breaking down again, too.

He felt his heart break again, not just from the loss of his best friend, but from Mimi losing her brother, too. And Taichi’s younger sister, who had to say goodbye as he left for a foreign land, only to never return and greet her again. Taichi had been through so much and wanted to do what he could to learn about law like his father, had so many big things he wished to accomplish over in England, but now…

The image of Taichi’s limp body flashed through his mind, and he clenched his eyes shut, unable to hold back from sobbing again. He quickly pulled his glasses off and buried his face in his sleeve to try and hide it, however fruitless it was. Over the noise of his own crying he could barely hear Mimi’s own sobbing.

For a while, the only noise that filled the room was the two of them crying.

When they finally managed to gather themselves, Jou slowly closed the book, his hand resting on the cover. This was Taichi’s book. Taichi’s book that was, at least for now, his.

Mimi gathered her things and walked to the door, and even Jou was able to tell that her steps were tired and heavy.

“I’m sorry. I-I was just curious. I didn’t realize just how painful that was for you to talk about,” Jou said as he stood up. He offered her a deep bow at the waist. Despite how sad she was, Mimi shook her head and managed to keep up a smile.

“Please don’t worry, Kido-san. Thinking about Taichi-sama just reminded me how seriously we have to take the rest of this trip,” she said. There was a hint of fight in her voice, and she curled up her hands into fists, her handkerchief crumpled inside with bits of cloth poking out from between her fingers. Somehow Mimi-san’s determination managed to be the slightest bit contagious.

“You’re right. Whatever Taichi wanted to accomplish in England is our responsibility now. And I promise, for his sake, we will see it through.”

“We will,” she added, “And we will begin by studying bright and early tomorrow! So make sure you get your sleep, Kido-san.”

“Good night, Mimi-san,” Jou said, watching as the young woman wordlessly left the room. Jou closed the door and fell back against it, feeling all of the adrenaline from the day’s events finally drain away. He looked at the bed, unable to help but feel relieved at the mere thought of sleep.

But then his eyes glanced towards the small pile of books and his notes. More than that, his eyes focused on Taichi’s sheathed katana, which leaned against the wall.

Jou bit his lip, then quickly strode towards the table and just about collapsed into his chair. He gathered his papers and hunched over his work once again.

Mimi-san was right, there was the risk of him working himself to exhaustion, but there was too much at stake here.

Taichi was determined to take what he learned in England to change how law was practiced in Japan, and even if Jou had been training to be a doctor, he was more than ready to shake that all up for his best friend.

Until he set foot back in Japan, however long that may be, he was going to do his best to be a lawyer his best friend would be proud of. As well as that, he would be the friend that would accomplish whatever goals and dreams that Taichi wanted to come true out there.

Taichi was the most important person in his life, without a doubt. He was his best friend— he was his—

Jou’s grip loosened and the quill fell from his fingers as his eyes started to flutter closed. His head slowly rocked back and forth.

“Need to… need to…” he muttered sleepily, before he fell forward, his cheek smudging his most recent notes about Japanese court procedure.

After being up since the early hours of the morning, dead set on discovering the truth of what happened while he slept, sleep finally claimed him once again.

Now, it was just a matter of continuing on in the morning to make sure Taichi’s hopes and dreams come true.

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emily,charlie and lute (seperate!!) x fallen angel!reader hcs 🥺👉👈

† 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫, 𝐄𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝐋𝐮𝐭𝐞 𐕣

+ !Fallen Angel!Reader

I was gonna close my requests for a while, but dammit you cannot wave all three of my favourite characters right in my face and expect me not to cave instantly (especially Charlie and Emily, those two are too pure for this world <3)

➲ Charlie Morningstar, Emily, Lute + !Fallen Angel!Reader

➲ Romantic ☒, Platonic ☐

➲ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 Count; 4,861 Words

➲ Warnings/notes; Female reader, Chaggie in Charlie's part but otherwise Charlie-centric, angst with comfort in Charlie's part, slight gore in Charlie's part, angst in Emily's part, bird behaviour in Emily's part, Sera is properly evil in this, bird behaviour in Lute's part, minor gore in Lute's part, Adam is even more evil than ever before

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫

➲ Barely a month after the failed extermination, your plunge into the fiery depths of Hell took place. Wings cleaved messily from your back, halo clutched firmly to your chest as you refused to part from it, and golden blood casting gracious arcs of ichor behind you as you fell

➲ You didn't even know why you were doomed to fall from grace. Never even told the reason

➲ You weren't exactly the most perfect of winners above, but there were plenty who were worse than you. A balancing of scales, perhaps - Unfair but set in stone regardless

➲ You felt it was a miracle you survived the fall, but when you were already dead, the only thing that could kill you for a second time would be the blade of an exorcist

➲ Just like the one that had stolen your wings

➲ The real miracle, however, was not your survival from the fall. Rather, it was the fact your tumble landed you naught five minutes from the newly constructed Hazbin Hotel. Any closer to the city, and you'd be on the raders of the infamous V's. Any further, and you'd surely have succumbed to the bloodloss inflicted upon you

➲ But, by the grace of the big man above, you fell (almost quite literally) at the feet of the one and only princess of Hell

➲ Well, you actually landed right next to a dumpster about a bus length away from her. But the resounding thud and crack of broken bones, followed by the splatter of golden blood hitting the ground like the world's most morbid pitter patter of rain caught the attention of the princess with a bleeding heart and her former exorcist girlfriend

➲ With a horrified gasp, Charlie was by your side in seconds, Vaggie hot on her heals. Both of them look terrified, one certainly more traumatised by the event than the other, gruesome images flashing rapidly in her mind

➲ Hands slick with your golden blood, Charlie heaved you into her arms, cradling you against her chest like fragile porcelain. You could only groan, writhing and squirming and sobbing in pain, the light of your halo flickering wildly as your blood slowly trickled and landed on the brimstone below you

➲ Vaggie flared out her wings like a shield, protecting her girlfriend and the angel that had quite literally fallen into their lives. With her spear grasped firmly, dangerously in her hands, any sinners that stood between the duo turned trio and the doors that lead back into Hazbin Hotel were struck down without mercy

➲ There were questions, obviously. Angel craned his head over the back of the couch as the two stormed in, obviously confused as to why the'd returned so soon after leaving. Seeing how pissed off Vaggie looked, as well as the expression of concern and horror written all over Charlie's face, he didn't pry in the moment

➲ Husk only flicked an ear in their direction, but to their relief he didn't do anything beyond nonverbally confirming that he had heard them re-enter the hotel

➲ Alastor, however, looked thoroughly interested

➲ Casually strolling up behind the, smile strained and eyes squinted as a very delicious smell drew him toward the group

➲ Vaggie lashed out, flaring her wings out further to prevent him from taking another step forward with a firm prod to the chest with the point of her spear to dissuade him. However, It was Charlie's reaction that got him to back down in the moment

➲ Forked tail lashing, horns splitting her hair, growing from her skull within a matter of seconds with an inhuman hiss escaping from between her pointed teeth got her point across

➲ But Alastor still let his eyes wander to the gold that was smeared over her hands. That was all the confirmation he needed

➲ There was a silent debate between the two of them of what to do. Unanimously, the first decision was the get you cleaned up. Charlie took the lead, and Vaggie delivered her supplies. The hotel owner had already done this once, and she did it again with deft talent in a matter of hours

➲ The blood was cleaned from your back, still warm and not yet dried. You silently screamed at the sensation of water washing over your open and bleeding wounds, at the agonising sensation of being pat down and dried as tenderly as possible, and at the scorching sensation of bandages expertly woven and twined around your front and over your shoulders

➲ It made you sick, the feeling of snapped bone being wrapped with cotton. You wanted so desperately to empty the contents of your stomach, but you were too weak to even gag. The nauseous feeling just washed over you, making your entire body shake and shiver uncontrollably

➲ Charlie sighed softly, rubbing small circles over your tense shoulders as she whispered to you softly. But the blood rushing to your head and the pounding of your heart in your ears made you deaf to the world. You cried silently

➲ The two set you up in a room right next to theirs, just so they could more easily tend to you when they needed to

➲ As much as Vaggie wanted to help, it was Charlie who was the one who commonly changed your bandages, checked your pulse and temperature and regulated your body heat. She was also the one who grew a spine and stepped up toward the radio demon, warding him away from your room as you slept. But the duties of the hotel called, and she was just grateful Vaggie was so willing to lend a hand

➲ It may've been Vaggie who stood a silent vigil over you as you slept and recovered, but it was Charlie who nursed you back to health over the next six months

➲ They were both there when you finally woke up after your first initial day, but Charlie was the only one awake

➲ It was a rude awakening, that was for sure. Forgetting the memories of your recent fall, only to wake up in Hell, had you hyperventilating and sobbing once more. At least you still had your halo, its glow dimmed beyond its previous glory, but the only attatchment you had to when your life was happier. You clutched it to your chest like a child would to their favourite toy

➲ Charlie frowned, and slowly approached you like you were a timid animal. You watched her with big, teary eyes. Shaking shoulders, trembling hands, yet you didn't flinch or scurry away when she reached toward you

➲ It started out as a gentle touch, her open palms there for you to hold. When you shakily took her hand in yours, clutching on to her warmth like a lifeline, she shimmied a bit closer, sliding across the bed covers. Carefully, mindful of your still healing wounds, she wrapped you in a hug. Your hands clutched frantically at her suit, and it was all Charlie could do to not cry with you

➲ Your life was, for the most part, a rotation of Charlie and Vaggie

➲ It wasn't so bad, at least in the grand scheme of things. You knew you were lucky to have been found by the two out of all the sinners who could've possibly stumbled across your half-conscious form on that first day. But that didn't mean you were taking to your new life well

➲ Vaggie was lovely, soothing your worries as best as she could (which wasn't that good, but her words of wisdom as an angel who fell before still served to comfort you)

➲ Charlie, on the other hand, was your beacon of sanity

➲ She was a little too bright and a little too loud at times, but she pretty quickly picked up on your emotions and adjusted herself accordingly. Slowing down whenever you needed to ground yourself, perking up when you needed a little happiness in your current situation. It certainly didn't hurt that she insisted on sitting by you, singing you to sleep each night

➲ To the two of them, you were their little angel. You had no idea when you'd become the third in their relationship, it'd just happened one day, and none of you looked back

➲ Vaggie may've been your rock, but Charlie was your guiding light in the dark

➲ You were practically her shadow, clinging to her at every moment if possible. Her bubbly, bright and sweet personality as she nursed you back to health was the morale boost you craved and needed so desperately

➲ The soothing touches she'd ghost over your back whenever you got searing phantom pains, the grounding hugs she'd provide whenever your tried to claw at the feathery stumps on your back, the times where you were so convinced your halo would shatter between your fingers, she was there through it all with a gentle voice and kind eyes

➲ You enjoyed her singing. Itwere a breath of fresh air in this hellhole. Whenever her beautiful voice was shunned, you'd huddle up in your giant bed with Razzle curled up in your lap and one of Vaggie's wings thrown over your side and fall asleep to Charlie's angelic voice

➲ The first time you went into town was whiplash. You stood out like a sore thumb. Timid face, eyes darting everywhere, looking wholly like a human and not a sinner as you practically stepped on Charlie's feet every second. You felt like a zebra who'd wandered into a lion's den, with the way about a hundred pair of eyes followed you wherever you went

➲ One demon stepped too close, and at the sound of your anxious whimper, Charlie had whipped around and stood nose to nose with the sinner. Fangs bared, tail lashing angrily as she tugged you into her chest. No one had seen this side of her before, all of them more well acquainted with her naive and childish personality than the royal of Hell in front of them

➲ No one picked on you when you were with Charlie anymore, and for that you were eternally grateful

𝐄𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲

➨ You and Emily probably knew each other back when you were still in Heaven. Just a casual conversation here and there, maybe you'd show up at the same party every now and then, line up at the same store once in a while, but overall you weren't exactly well acquainted with the youngest seraphim

➨ That was until, you started acting just a little too rebellious

➨ It started out small, just the casual mention of some sinners not deserving to spend eternity burning in Hell. Picking the occasional fight with the few angels that had those black and white striped wings. Acting a little callous in the prescence of the older seraphims

➨ Emily tried to step in, to see where you were coming from. It was her job to maintain happiness after all, and seeing you suffering in silence just didn't sit right with her

➨ And when she asked, you rambled

➨ What about all those 'sinners' who had to sin in self defense? Those who had to act out to provide for their family because they had no other option? Those who had their hands forced? Those who only fell because there was no one in life to support them?

➨ At first Emily was shocked, but she tried not to let it show. She was supposed to make people feel happy, and if getting everything off your shoulders would make you happier, then she'd gladly listen to your rants

➨ But then your words turned towards the other angels

➨ Why did Heaven need an army in the first place? What did they even do? It seemed the only purpose they served was to mill about the place like some sort've mall cops, and yet they peacocked around like they owned the place. Their commander, Adam, was no better

➨ You thought out of anyone, the first man would be mature enough to hold a proper conversation. It probably didn't help that your first introduction to Adam was him pushing in line and promptly mocking you when you called him out on his bullshit

➨ With each new day a new rant formed, and Emily found it rather concerning that she was agreeing with your perspectives. Despite that, she saw your troubling behaviour improving, lashing out less and less now that someone was listening to you

➨ And she just thought it would go back to normal, only this time she'd have a new friend. And for the most part, she was right. Sure, you were a bit rough around the edges, but after getting past the bumpy first few conversations, the youngest seraphim found herself rather enjoying your company

➨ You were thoughtful and caring, giving her excuses to put herself before others instead of having her bend to the other angels' wills just to appease them. it was like you were her guard dog, the one who was more than happy to do what she wanted for a change

➨ It only took four months for her to develop a little puppy crush. At first she thought it was just a little squish, something that would pass like all the other little heart-warming relationships she'd have in the past. But with every smile, every little imperfect gift you'd give her, every time you'd let her vent to you, the warm little flutter in her heart grew

➨ Emily never let Sera find out. She didn't know why, but she had the idea that her and her other sisters wouldn't be thrilled at her courting someone. Probably because of your previous track record, her older seraphim sister wouldn't be entirely enthralled about her developing feelings on the 'rebellious angel'

➨ That certainly didn't stop her, though. Months of subtle little gestures, the puffing and displaying of her wings, the sweet words she'd share - All a sign of courtship. But it just didn't seem to be working!

➨ So, five months after your first conversation, Emily confessed

➨ Her words were sweet but rushed, stumbling over her sentences nervously. The eye in her halo blinked open, darting around anxiously just like her original two. Her wings fluttered, all six puffed up looking fluffy beyond belief as she played with her fingers

➨ Imagine her shock and happiness when you gently took her hands in yours, smoothing out her palms before reciprocating with a gentle smile

➨ She couldn't help it. With a little squeal, she flung her arms around you, wings quickly following as she practically smothered you in one very fluffy hug. You couldn't help but share that same enthusiasm, a much softer chuckle escaping you as you brushed your wings against her, nuzzling against her cheek as the two of you spun around happily

➨ And your afterlife was smooth sailing for a few years after that. It finally felt like the world was at peace. But then Sera started getting a little pushy

➨ With all the time you spent with Emily, apparently the older seraphims decided she wasn't dedicated enough to her task of maintaining happiness. They weren't exactly wrong, she was spending a majority of time with you, but the overall happiness of Heaven hadn't diminished at all

➨ It wasn't Sera who decided nor directed the punishment, but the council never acted unless it was a unanimous vote

➨ Perhaps it was the unease of the recent trial, or the reveal of the exterminations, or even the pure shock rippling through Heaven when it was revealed that sinners could in fact be redeemed. But it seemed that the council, with so much to deal with on their plate as well as the general discomfort of the general public, decided that Emily could have no distractions - Especially not from an angel with a track record like yours

➨ She didn't even get the chance to say goodbye, only presented with the news by another one of her sisters and your chipped and bloodied halo as the world's worst consolation prize

➨ It was an understatement to say she screamed. It was a wail, defeaning, like a banshee. The sound tore throughout Heaven, a mournful cry that left the poor little seraphim's throat raw. She didn't even have the energy to lash out, only faced Sera with tears streaming down her face, many eyes open and filled with distraught fury and blubbering out hate in her direction

➨ "I can't believe you! I hate you! I can't believe I ever looked up to you!"

➨ Hours passed before Emily finally stood up, flashing her wings angrily, dangerously

➨ She glared at the exorcist present, the new Commander after the fall of Adam, with her sword still covered in the golden blood of her life-partner

➨ She never said it outloud, but from that moment onwards she wholeheartedly resented the council of Heaven. Her fellow seraphim sisters meant nothing to her, knowing they each played a part in the demise of an innocent angel who she loved with her whole heart. She did nothing to help Heaven, and instead spent the next week curled up in the nest you'd made together crying and mourning her loss

➨ It was always an unspoken rule that a seraphim should never take a partner, less they be distracted from their duties to Heaven and have to cleave the eternal bond of love. One that was never spoken outloud or written down anywhere, but one that was generally seen as correct - Just their fault that they'd never introduced the concept to the youngest of their flock

➨ After one week, Emily resolved herself and started researching

➨ Surely, one of these books would help her. Her magic was already strong enough, all she needed with a little bit of information to loft the wind beneath her wings. You couldn't be dead. The connection you two shared was still there, a faint tugging in her heart. Fallen, but not dead, that she was certain of

➨ She never looked at her sisters, barely tolerated being in the same room as them. Their presence only rubbed, poked and prodded at the raw wound that was her broken heart. And it was just her luck that none of them noticed the books from the forbidden section of their personal library slowly going missing

➨ Emily didn't care if she fell for this. Face set, she opened a portal directly into Hell. A part of her wished she would, just to get away from her family

➨ The seraphim had no idea where she'd start looking, but she had a decent starting point - The place that Heaven's army tried so hard to tear down, yet still stood proudly to this day. The Hazbin Hotel

➨ And it was just her luck that in the beacon of hope in the pit of eternal hellfire, she found you being tended to by your fellow fallen angel

𝐋𝐮𝐭𝐞

➨ She remembered you

➨ She remembered the day you first met, an exorcist and a fluffy, run of the mill winner

➨ She was courteous to you then, the first time you met face to face. Apologised briefly when Adam said something crass that made you wince, because your big eyes tugged at her heart and her big mouth moved before she could even think about it

➨ After that day, she started seeing you everywhere, and it seemed you were under the same phenomenom. Seeing her everywhere, that was

➨ You had no idea how you'd missed the bold stripes that decorated her wings all those times you'd just missed each other in the streets, as now everytime you looked outside, you'd see flashes of black that your eyes just couldn't help but zero in on

➨ Annoyingly, almost mortifyingly, she found herself showcasing. Puffing her wings out, showing their strength and dexterity. Wandering around Heaven with you in her free time, one wing curved mindfully around you so the two of you would walk shoulder to shoulder, treating you to the various cafes and restaurants that littered the utopian city

➨ It made her want to puff her chest out and brush every other soul away with her wings, to sweep you up in her arms. On the other hand, she could believe she of all people was acting so brazenly in public.

➨ Lute pointedly ignored the looks she was garnering. Most of them, anyway, it was certainly hard to ignore the comments when Adam was yelling them right in her ear

➨ You certainly didn't seem to mind, however. In fact, you seemed to revel in the attention, tentatively returning it when possible. You picked up quickly on the fact she was fifty fifty on when you so openly returned her courtship in public, instead reading the stiffness of her shoulders and the furrow of her brows

➨ But when you brushed your wings against hers, fingers dancing subtly along her broader flight feathers, there was a small part of her, the young girl that she used to be, who melted at the loving touches

➨ And when you finally got together, it all increased tenfold

➨ The courtship behaviour didn't end. You still found Lute flaring out her wings around you, unfurling them proudly as she compared her broad, wide wings against your slimmer pearlescent ones. Every time she saw you, she just felt compelled to show off, to reel under your praise

➨ The nesting pissed her off though

➨ Her bedroom was usually so orderly. Sparsely decorated and rarely used, but once you started coming over more often her walks home after training were interupted by a quick trip to the nearest all-purpose store. She often felt awkward walking the streets of Heaven with two blankets strewn over her shoulders and various pillows tucked in her arms

➨ Now, two weeks after you'd made it official, it looked like a plush bomb had gone off in her room. Blankets everywhere, categorised and weaved to some sort've tune, fortified with as many pillows as she could find

➨ The only silver lining in the annoying behaviour was coming home to see you curled up in the middle, threading any shed feathers among the folds of the blankets to match the stark black ones Lute had added during its creation

➨ It hurt her deeply to see you like this. A spear through the heart, a cold fear which she never wished to feel again

➨ To see you sprawled out, Adam carelessly downing a smoothie as her suboordinants grappled with you, easily pinning you to the floor. One had her boot pressed firmly between your shoulder blades, pressing on the muscle below and forcing your perfect wings to flare out

➨ Lute felt her stomach drop when they all looked at her, though her face remained stony as ever

➨ She hadn't even heard of any irregularites about you, no rule breaking or slander. But she had a job to do, and with the nasty smile the first man was giving her, she knew that if she didn't cleave your wings from your back, he'd be the one to do it. She wasn't even mad, because she knew you'd done nothing wrong. She was grief-stricken, but she was also selfish. Wanting to be the last one to touch you, to feel your warmth beneath her hands

➨ She just wished you didn't have to look at the helmet, but rather see the the tear-streaked expression set on her face

➨ That night, it hurt to return home and see the nest she'd painstakingly crafted with her own hands. She didn't have the guts to tear it down, so she slept on the couch

➨ It was a vicious cycle that repeated over and over with each passing day. Lute turned cold, colder than she already was. Turned to a robot with nothing to look forward to, nothing to live for beside the suffering she could bestow upon others. Making others hurt, it let her focus more on tormenting and less on the own searing pain that tore her own heart to pieces

➨ She didn't even care anymore. Home didn't feel like home. Training felt like nothing but a chore. Yet she continued to shoulder on, because the only thing she feared more than losing you, was to die and find out that you were not in the second death with her

➨There was only one event that she looked forward to anymore. The exterminations. Her only outlet to vent her frustrations properly, to crush the lives and dreams that she herself had violently ripped away from her

➨ That's why that shithole hotel had to crumble beneath the exorcist army's might. Because if sinner's were to be allowed into Heaven because they'd changed their ways, then you should've been allowed to cross past those pearly gates (a part of her knew so fervently that you shouldn't of been cast out in the first place, and that's why she was so damn determined to make sure not a single sinner would cross the golden gates)

➨ And then, with the forcefield shattering around the building, she saw it

➨ More aptly, she saw you

➨ Her wings faltered as she dropped a few meters in the sky, her blood running cold once before her heart warmed. For a second she almost tucked her wings against herself to dive right at you - She wanted to so bad, you hug you and pick you up so the two of you could fly together once more

➨ And then she saw the way you clumsily slammed an axe into a charging exorcist's head. Saw the faint red streaks tainting your wings. Saw the way you stood back to back with the princess of Hell as the two of you found yourselves cornered

➨ And she felt betrayal

➨ Adam beat her to the punch, though. Swooping low with a gloating laugh, twirling his holy guitar in his hands as he stood practically face to face with you

➨ "Look who it is!" Lute could hear his voice loud and clear, and for a split second she thought about speeding past him so she could finish the job herself. At least, until the next words he spoke

➨ "Do I have to down you again?" He sneered. "Y'already got in my way once, Sugar Tits, and I got rid of you then." He gripped you violently, dragging you closer by your arm. Lute felt her mind working over time, her mind fogging over as she numbly hovered in midair

➨ "And now, I'll get rid of you here!" Adam raised his guitar-axe over his head, readying himself to cleave you in half

➨ Lute felt her wings working before her mind, dive-bombing. It was a feeble attempt, she was already so far away, only close enough to hear Adam's loud taunts. But she was already responsible for your downfall once, and she wouldn't let it happen again

➨ Neither would the princess of Hell, apparently

➨ Clutching furiously at the nape of her steed, a goat-like dragon, Charlie Morningstar guided the behemoth toward the first man, flying into him at full force. Wingtip to wingtip, the creature managed to snag Lute in his slipstream, sending her spiralling off to the side where she crashed awkwardly to the ground, her helmet splitting right down the middle

➨ She groaned, righted herself and look up, only to stare right into your solemn, blood-framed eyes

Really weird to think that Emily is like, 6ft? Maybe more? She always looks so small and fluffy but no, she's just about the same height, if a little taller than Charlie and it's so weird to think about. Still absolutely adore her, though <3

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𝙁𝘽𝙍𝙊 ; 𝗯𝘂𝗰𝗸𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘀 [𝟳/𝟭𝟭]

summary┃bucky’s past comes back with a vengeance and you’re determined to get the answers you’ve been searching for.

pairing┃roommate!bucky x f!reader

word count┃2,682 words

warnings┃bucky’s past is revealed, character mentions; [sam wilson, natasha romanoff, tony stark], pet name [kid (platonic), sweets & baby], threats made against bucky + reader, trust-issues, mention of hit-men, brief mention of death, phone sex, praise kink, masturbation, mention of toys, slight angst, soft ending — 18+ ONLY • MINORS DNI

notes┃there is A LOT of plot here but also some filthy goodness and a sprinkle of angst <<3

SERIES MASTERLIST

Ex-wife.

Bucky’s words echoed in your ears as he didn’t dare to look at you.

His ex-wife was threatening you.

And he didn’t think to mention her? Ever?

“Can I please explain?” Bucky croaked finally, voice sounding broken as you shrugged your shoulders — in a state of shock.

That was all he needed before he recounted his previous relationship with the woman who was now sending you threatening emails.

Married young, too young and too fast and it ended up blowing up in their faces.

Well, clearly she hadn’t gotten over it.

“I thought I lost her,” he explains. “I thought that moving halfway across the country would be enough.”

You finally looked up to meet his eyes, glossy, sad and terrified as you sniffled.

“There’s a reason only Tasha calls me James.”

It broke your heart hearing that, the way his head hung low and he nearly winced at the sound of his own goddamn name.

But you didn’t know who to trust anymore.

Bucky always glossed over how he, Sam, and Nat knew each other — telling you that they were old friends that go back.

How far back?

You needed to know, but clearly you weren’t about to get answers from him.

“Buck,” he stopped you, taking a step closer as his eyes begged and pleaded you not to finish your sentence.

“I can’t,” he shook his head, “I need some time.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to say those words that would shatter both of your world’s. But you had no idea what the hell you had gotten yourself into and you needed answers.

And you knew exactly who to go to for them.

“I understand,” Bucky sighed. “I’ll stay at Sam’s for some time, okay?”

You could only nod your head, watching him walk past you and into his door.

Then he shut it, something he never did because his door was always open for you. No matter what you needed and no matter what time of day it was.

It felt...wrong.

But you couldn’t dwell on it, grabbing your keys, phone, and whatever other important things you could think of being you nearly bolted out of the front door.

You plugged your headphones into your phone, hitting shuffle and descending down into the subway.

The entire ride made you anxious, slowly approaching your stop and you were way out of place in this crowd.

People rushed by you in expensive suits and what you could only guess were the infamous red-soled shoes that were worth close to your monthly rent, if not more.

You cringed, thinking of the man you were about to see in his stupidly tall office building that you had to crane your neck at an uncomfortable angle just to get a look at.

The elevator could not have taken longer, tapping your foot impatiently as you rode up to what felt like the heavens before the doors opened to revel smooth wooden doors that reach from the ceiling to the floor.

You were so close, before you were stopped.

“Ma’am, I’m sorry, you can’t be here right now.” A man’s voice stopped you, dressed in a security guard uniform and oh, this was so him.

“I know him,” you said, intent on seeing the man probably sitting behind those large doors.

“I’m sorry, I can’t let you do th—”

“It’s okay, Marv. I know her,” his voice came not from behind the doors, but from the long hallway to your left.

The security guard, Marv, nodded his head as he looked at you once more before retreating back to where he was leaning against one of the walls.

“This is a surprise,” you rolled your eyes, “Tony, please. I don’t wanna hear it.”

He walked over to you, embracing you in a hug, “oh c’mon, I’ve missed you, Kid.”

You shook your head, “I haven’t been a kid in years,” you tried to remind him, but it was Tony, he wasn’t going to listen as he just laughed it off and welcomed you into his office.

It was much different from last time, all new furniture and appliances, but nothing lasted more than a year with Tony.

Tony was an old friend, sort of.

He was an old friend of your father’s, something like an uncle, but also like your older brother.

So just one giant pain in your ass.

“So,” Tony sighed. “What trouble did you get into this time, Kid?”

You told Tony everything.

From being roommates with Bucky to the way he asked you to be his fake girlfriend to Sam’s wedding and all the way to the situation you were in now. Confronted by his ex-wife without any idea of what she was going to do.

Tony had that look on his face. The one where he was going to tell you that you were crazy.

“I don’t know how you manage to get yourself into these situations,” he chuckled, hand clamping over your shoulder as he walked around his desk and typed something into his computer.

“Last name is,” he looked at you. “Barnes.”

He nodded his head, typing away at his computer again before he stopped.

There was a brief moment of silence, Tony hiding behind the computer screen before he stood up and walked back around the desk, “I’m gonna need some time.”

You understood, shaking your head. You were asking Tony to hack into any known database and collect as much data on Bucky as you could. It was wrong, but you just needed to know who you were dealing with.

“Thank you, Tony. I-I really appreciate it.” You weren’t good when it came to...well, the heartfelt side of things but luckily neither was Tony.

“Don’t get sappy on me now, Kid. You know it makes me sick,” he joked playfully, smile on his lips as you stood up to give him a half hug.

“I’ll call you as soon as I know anything.” He promised before you walked out of the too-tall building with far more questions than you came with.

It was a waiting game that you didn’t want to play, but you didn’t have a choice.

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It seemed like your relationship with Bucky was doomed from the start.

Friends to lovers rarely, if ever, works out in anyone’s favour.

The fake dating trope you could handle, pushing your feelings aside to help Bucky win a bet didn’t seem like the worst thing in the world. You had a great time, great fucking sex, and a trip out of it.

Then Steve wouldn’t leave the picture. Going as far as coming to the wedding as Natasha’s boyfriend to spite you not realizing that you and Bucky had gotten married.

Married.

You and Bucky were married. Bonded in a whole other way and now, his ex-wife was out for you and him.

Maybe this was a sign from the universe, a big red fucking flag telling you that it wasn’t worth it and yet...you couldn’t let go.

The apartment felt empty without Bucky, his bedroom left the way it was in the morning with your favourite sweater of his laid out on the covers and a little post-it note on top of it.

You never could really decipher Bucky’s handwriting. It was absolute chicken scratch as you picked it up and managed to make out in case you get cold scribbled onto it.

It was an easy decision to pull it over your head and drown yourself in the scent of Bucky’s cologne as you fiddled with the small gold band you now wore around your neck as a necklace.

You didn’t want anyone other than Bucky. There was no in the world who understood you better. Who knew how to make you laugh when you were having a bad day.

Everything led you right back to Bucky.

So when your phone rang from the other side of the couch, you were secretly hoping it was Bucky.

Instead, Tony’s name flashed and your heart sank into your stomach as you quickly hit answer and held the phone up to your ear.

“You’re not gonna like this, Kid.” Tony’s voice flowed through the speakers as you took a shaky breath in and braced yourself for what Tony was about to tell you.

“He did a damn good job at erasing his history, but you can’t erase all of it,” Tony chuckled as you rolled your eyes, “quit stalling.”

He sighed, “the Howling Commandos was an organization tasked with,” he paused, “tasked with collecting intel and making sure that information never got released to the public.”

This time, it was your turn to fall silent.

“Like, spies?” You asked and Tony hummed, “sort of.”

“They had spies, agents, hit-men.”

No. You shook your head, no.

“James Buchanan Barnes was their highest ranking hit-man. Him, along with Sam Wilson and Natasha Romanova worked as a team. A spy, agent, hit-man trio.”

You had to shake yourself out of spiralling, what you needed was everything Tony could possible tell you.

“Anything on his ex-wife?” You then asked and heard shuffling on the other line, “not much. Mary Barnes, but I doubt that’s her real name, was part of a training initiative the Howling Commandos were testing.”

You bit your lip, at least you had a name, even if it wasn’t her real name.

“By that point it looks like James—”

“Bucky. His name is Bucky.”

Tony cleared his throat after a moment’s silence, “Bucky looks like he had disappeared. Blipped off of the face of the Earth. There’s nothing in his file after 2014.”

That makes sense. Bucky was perhaps the most old-fashioned man you knew, only upgrading from his flip-phone just a few years ago. He barely knew how to unlock it, though.

“Sam and Natasha went on to live normal lives, Kid. I’m sure that’s all Bucky wants.” Tony tries to assure you and you laugh, “you sound like my dad.”

He laughed on the other line, “oh gross.”

“Thanks for everything, Tony.” You said, “you know what number to call in case you’re in trouble.”

With that, you both hung up, tossing your phone away from you to digest everything you’d just been told. You knew you had to talk to Bucky, but you didn’t know when.

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“So you’re tellin’ me,” Sam was confused. “That this is the same Mary that tried to get you killed?”

Bucky rolled his eyes, taking another swing of his beer as he rounded Sam’s kitchen island.

“That’s the one, you know, the undercover agent working for Strucker.” Bucky scowled at the name.

He was angry, beyond angry at the fact that his past was creeping up on him despite how far he had gone to erase it.

“But why now? Why come after you now?” Sam poses the question that even Bucky doesn’t have an answer to. So he just shrugs his shoulders and finishes off his beer.

“Unfinished business.”

They stand in silence for a little while longer, listening to the old ticking clock hanging on the wall before Sam takes a step towards Bucky.

“Whatever you need, you know that Tasha and I are here for you, right?” He whispers and Bucky feels the warmth blooming in his chest as he gives him a half-smile.

“Yeah,” he nods his head, “thanks, man.”

Sam knows that Bucky was never really good at the sappy shit, so he doesn’t force it. Instead, he offers him another beer, bottle necks clinking as Bucky’s thoughts race.

He was worried.

Not about himself, but about you.

And you were worried about Bucky, curling up in his bed as you sighed and tossed and turned. There was no way you’d be able to fall asleep alone tonight. And hugging his pillow just wasn’t enough.

So you grabbed your phone, hitting his name and waiting for the ringing to sound before he picked up — tired and groggy.

“We need to talk.” You didn’t give him a chance to greet you. He sighed on the other line, but hummed in agreement, “tomorrow?”

You hummed in response to his question, the sound of his voice soothing as you played with the sheets of his bed.

“I miss you, Sweets.” Bucky whispered, your breathing hitching at how low and raspy his voice really was.

“I miss you too, Bucky.” You admitted, shifting as you got comfortable on the pile of pillows against your head.

There was a moment of silence before Bucky spoke again.

“You know what ‘m really missin’ right now?” His words sent a shiver down your spine as you shakily inhaled, “what?”

Bucky sighed, reminiscent of how he sighs when he runs his hands all over your body.

“I miss that sweet cunt of yours.” Bucky purrs, you know he’s smirking, possibly even dragging his tongue across his bottom lip as he closes his eyes to imagine you under him.

You’re at a loss for words, feeling your panties grow damp, core aching and you’re going to have to touch yourself soon. But that’s all part of Bucky’s plan, you think.

“Here I am, all alone, with my hand wrapped ‘round my cock,” he whispers, but you can hear him stroking himself.

“And all I can think ‘bout is that way your tight little pussy grips me and milks my fuckin’ dick, baby.” Bucky was always so good with his words, knowing exactly what to say to make you melt.

And it was working, because you were a squirming mess in his bed.

“Well,” you could tell he was smirking by his tone, “what’re ya waitin’ for, Sweets. Go on, touch yourself. I wanna hear you work your clit.”

Your hand flew under your panties, being given the permission only made it sweeter as your fingers came in contact with your soaking folds. The sensitive bundle of nerves needed desperate attention as you slowly circled it.

“Good girl, that’s my girl.” Bucky praised, continuing to work himself.

“God,” he hissed, “can’t wait to have you all to myself again. Bury myself deep, maybe even have you sit on my cock as you beg me to do somethin’.”

You worked yourself a little faster, applying some more pressure as you let out a whine at his words.

“Add two fingers, Sweets. I know how much you love bein’ stretched,” Bucky chuckled deeply, “been thinkin’ of gettin’ you a mould of my fuckin’ dick for when ‘m not home.”

Oh my God. Oh my God that shouldn’t be so fucking hot so why does it make your walls flutter and breathing uneven as you have to stop yourself from actually fucking cumming.

He chuckles again, “yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You can’t verbally respond, too focused on the tight coil in your abdomen that’s ready to snap.

“I know you’re close, can hear it in how fuckin’ desperate you sound,” he pants, “so why don’t you make a mess all over my clean sheets.”

You gasp, how did he know, but you don’t get to dwell on it for much longer than a moment because your orgasm rips through you and leaves you panting Bucky’s name.

Both of your breaths are uneven and ragged through the phone’s speakers, bed springs creaking on Bucky’s side as he hums.

“If only you could see the miss I made for you, Sweets,” you shuddered at his words, closing your eyes to relish in the moment.

“Now get some sleep, okay? I’ll see you tomorrow.” His tone has changed, entirely sweet and caring as you grab the phone to bring him closer to you.

“Okay,” you reply, another lick of silence before you hear Bucky going to end the call but you stop him.

“I love you, Bucky.” You quickly blubber out and it feels good to finally say those words because there’s no more denying how you really feel about him.

“I love you too, Sweets.”

It’s a bittersweet ending to the phone call, thoughts and emotions running wild as you’re forced to remind yourself that Bucky has a lot of explaining to do.

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Use All of Me (P.1)

Title: Use All Of Me (Part One) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark Mob!Steve Rogers. The Avengers are heroes saving the world but in this AU, they are also permitted by the powers in charge to have less than favorable business underneath their guise of mere superheroes. Steve and Tony are at the helm, keeping their empire’s wealth in check, both devious and perilous if crossed. Steve takes a liking to the reader at a party and it may be her undoing to her autonomy choosing to go home with him. Words: 2,132 Warnings: Dark AF, angst, emotional/mental abuse, smut, breeding, death Author’s Notes: This relationship is going to go ~downhill~ from healthy really quick. Please do not read if that is going to offend you.

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You hiked the sides of your swimsuit up higher, further accentuating your ass. A man had been watching you for the better part of the evening at the party you and a couple of your friends were attending. It was an upscale pool party, one with a list you had managed to get yourselves on at the last club event last weekend you had attended. You had made friends with the right girl, she had found you three entertaining and wanted you to be at this party. She had stopped by earlier in the evening, exchanging some laughs and pointing out where the bar was and also who to go to if you wanted to have some extra fun for a little extra cash. You had declined on that offer – you were not familiar with this place and it being your first time, you did not want to risk rolling and potentially making a fool out of yourself.

Your drink was placed on the bar and you tipped your glass towards the bartender. Walking back from the bar, you made sure to not cast a glance in his direction. You found playing hard to get was far more advantageous than acting desperate in circumstances like this.

You sat back down on the edge of the pool, your back to the man, where your friends were sitting with their legs dangling in the water.

“Who are you showing the goods off for?” Yua asked you, curious.

Shrugging nonchalantly, you said, “There’s a guy.”

She giggled, giving you a nudge, “Who? I promise I won’t be obvious.”

You took a drink, letting her simmer in anticipation for a few moments. “Hmm. He’s a dirty blonde, a suave, combed back style. Looks really muscular underneath that dress shirt. I wouldn’t doubt if he owns some Ray Ban aviators. It would really complete the look.”

True to her word, Yua was being discreet, eyes gazing over the crowd casually.

“There are a few…” she said slowly and then trailed off. Her head snapped towards you and she said, “Do you mean the one who can’t stop looking over at you?”

“I’m sure that’s him,” you smirked. “If he’s in a booth with a few other people.”

It was Natalie’s turn to look around. She let out a low whistle, bringing her glass to her lips.

“You don’t approve?” you asked.

She scoffed, “You do know who that is, correct?”

“Steve Rogers,” you told her as a matter of fact, which caught her off guard. Of course you knew who he was. Who did not know the Avengers? They protected the world but considering the work they did, they were given a lot of leeway about their other lucrative ventures. Money and protection were a part of their sphere, and it ran dark side, with a nasty underbelly. How deep it went was a big question for anyone not in the underground.

You shot a look over your shoulder, meeting his piercing stare. He smirked at you, and you blushed. Partially in embarrassment but also arousal. Well, this was going to make tonight interesting you hoped. Facing your friends again, you chirped, “Maybe he’ll buy me drinks. He certainly has enough money to drop some dollars.”

“Yeah, I am not sure that is such a great idea, Y/N,” Natalie said warily.

“Oh, if he’s on my same page, I’m just looking for a fun night. What the hell could happen?”

“A lot,” Natalie said sourly. Yua and you snickered. She said, “I’m serious. You don’t know what he’s involved in. Not truly.”

Yua told her, “I’m sure whatever business he has can hold off for one night if he wants to give Y/N some vitamin D.”

“You’re so childish,” Natalie muttered, the two of you chortling at Yua’s joke, much to her annoyance.

A shadow fell over the group of you from behind, causing the trio of you to turn around, craning your necks. A burly man was standing there, not one that you recognized.

“Mr. Rogers is requesting your audience,” he said to you in greeting.

You shot Natalie a self-satisfied smile. She returned a frown, disapproving. You knew her worries were valid, who really did know what kind of trouble you could get caught up in. But really, what could one night do? Still, going to a table with a bunch of mobsters did set you the slightest bit on edge.

“Audience…?” you trailed off, trying to be coy.

Natalie sighed, “Oh, Y/N, you know what he means.”

You smirked at Natalie before telling the man, “My friends are smarter than to let me go off with a strange man alone. Do you think it is possible they could join me? Just so I feel more comfortable?”

The man looked at loss for words for a few moments before clearing his throat, “Mr. Rogers specifically requested you, miss. He did not mention anyone else coming to his table.”

What a way to tell you no.

You exchanged a look again with Natalie and Yua. To the man, you said honestly, “Well, I will have to decline. I do not feel comfortable going alone. Tell him thank you for the invitation all the same.”

“O-oh,” the man stammered, struck uncomfortable by your refusal to go with him. He nodded jerkily, his hands clenching by his sides. “I… that is unfortunate. Well, I will… relay this to him. Good night then. And good night to you as well.” He nodded in the direction of Natalie and Yua as well in departure.

As soon as he was out of ear shot, Yua let out a small laugh. “He looked like you just signed his death wish, Y/N.”

“She very may well have,” Natalie told Yua gravely, which only made Yua snicker more. “I’m serious. Y/N just told an Avenger no.”

Scoffing, you asked, “What would you have had me do then? Go with him? I don’t think so. I was honest! I don’t feel safe going without the pair of you. Hanging out with him would be a thrill, sure. But it’s not smart without you guys. And I wasn’t rude about it.”

“I know,” Natalie sighed, picking up her drink again. “That was being stuck between a rock and a hard place.”

“Who knows? Maybe he’ll try harder now. Maybe he’ll even come over to you instead of ‘requesting your audience’!” Yua chimed in and snorted. “What a pompous thing to say.”

Natalie shook her head at Yua’s continued berating of the situation. “You two are too naïve for your own good.”

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Bryce returned to the table alone, much to Steve’s displeasure.

Steve narrowed his eyes, “Something wrong?”

“She said she was uncomfortable coming over without her friends because she doesn’t know you.”

Cocking an eyebrow, Steve said dryly, “And?”

“I’m not following, sir.”

“And why didn’t she just bring her friends with her?”

Bryce looked noticeably anxious at this turn of conversation. He stumbled, “Well… sir, I told her that you had not mentioned anyone else coming to the table. So… she then declined the offer.”

There was silence at the table. On Steve’s left, Tony’s lips ticked on a side as he tried to hide a full smirk by bringing his whiskey to his lips.

Licking his lips, Steve posed, “Bryce… did I say no one else could come to the table? Specifically?”

Natasha shot Bryce a coy look as she lit a cigarette. She was enjoying the exchange; she was not fond of him and never had been. She was curious why Tony and Steve even kept him around besides for his muscle. He was loyal; that was true enough. But he sure as fuck was dim.

“N-no, sir.”

Leaning forward over the table, Steve leveled him with a glare. “Get your ass back over there and invite her friends then.”

“Yes, sir. Of course,” Bryce said, before scattering.

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Steve’s breath was hot against your skin as he cradled you from behind. You had gotten preoccupied with looking at yourself in the full-length mirror outside his bathroom, fixing your hair, adjusting your breasts in your swim top. He had come up behind you, locking eyes with you through the mirror. His shirt was gone, and his bare skin caressed against yours as his fingers trailed down between your breasts, down your stomach to the waist band of your swim bottoms.

“You look perfect,” he whispered in your ear, nuzzling.

You had accepted his invination the second time his man had come around. Yua had been more than receptive to the prospect, Natalie following closely behind. She had gotten drawn in by Natasha, much to your amusement. Steve had been doting all evening, charming you with light conversation and compliments. Drink after drink until he asked you to come to one of the bedrooms, which is where you learned this was Bruce Banner’s house. Natalie had been too enthralled with Natasha’s beautiful eyes to notice Steve lead you away.

Turning around in his embrace, you faced him, arms draping around his neck. Steve’s hands trailed down the seams of your swimsuit before his fingers crept underneath, cupping your ass.

“I knew you were a good girl all the way across the pool,” Steve growled, rumbling low deep in his chest. Your hips moved with the way his hands floated across your sides.

Taking the reins – even for a minute – you pulled away, your hand trailing down his chest before falling away. You turned, walking towards the king bed, a saunter in your hips. Steve followed you like a well-trained dog, climbing on top of you as you laid back against the plush pillows. He rutted into you, his lips leaving bruising kisses against your jawline.

He gripped the hem of your swimsuit, yanking them down, and you finished the job by kicking them off. Traveling further, he brushed his fingers against your wet folds, his thumb brushing your clit. You keened, bucking towards him, desperate for more.

“For a minute there, I thought you were just trying to tease me for a thrill…” he said, trailing off. His fingers pressed in, stroking slowly and you whimpered. “But it looks like you were really looking for a good fuck.” He bit at your mouth and you dragged your teeth across his lips. He moaned in response. “You are a catch, aren’t you, doll face?”

You simpered at his old timey nickname, but you felt a rush at his attention.

Steve sat up, undoing the belt of his slacks and pulling out roughly, tossing it aside. His pants and briefs followed, kicking himself out of them. He pinned you to the bed, his weight pressing down on you. He trailed his lips down your chest, nuzzling his nose into your suit, finding your nipple and giving it a soft suck. You moaned lightly as his tongue swirled around, working you up. His fingers were back at your clit, stroking you in tandem with his eager mouth against your breast.

He only let you ride that rhythm for a short while before he straightened up, his hard cock brushing against your thighs. “Get on your stomach. Arch your back.”

You quickly obeyed, displaying yourself to him. He hummed in approval, running his thumb up your folds, causing you to shiver, before you felt him at your entrance. His cock slid in easily as his fingers wrapped up in your hair, yanking your head back to meet his eagerly waiting lips.

“Oh, I am going to use you all night,” he declared, his lips moving over yours.

You were surely going to be sore tomorrow.

Spent, you laid next to him, your arm draped over his chest in the tangled sheets. Both of your bodies were still covered in a sheen of sweat, but you were relaxed. There was a good ache between your thighs, one that you were going to remember for a long while. He sure was good in bed.

His fingers hooked up underneath your chin, tipping your head up to look at him. You smiled sensually in response, much to his arousal.

“Mhm,” he exhaled deeply, his fingers caressing your jawline affectionately. “You are going to give me a run for my money, aren’t you?”

He was talking like he was thinking this was going to turn into something more than a one-night stand. You played it cool.

“I wouldn’t say money per say, but… I’m sure to give you a run. An exciting one.”

“I look forward to it.”

Something about the glint in his eyes turned your stomach but you were far too comfortable wrapped up in his arms, the thrill of having him wrapped around your finger for the time being overriding any sense of caution.

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rustic-oak-mori · 3 years

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Your page gives me so much serotonin oh my god. What about someone stumbling upon Anna's cabin after being lost in the wilds, Anna is confused but sees wounds and patches them up, and they both have an 'i met my soulmate, this is it' moment? Please and thank you 👉👈💕

Warning: blood and a little bit of gore, a bit of angst peppered in as a treat, but mostly fluff

A Fateful Encounter with Anna

A peaceful stroll through the forest swiftly turned sour when you stopped to admire a trio of fox kits, playing by a rotting tree. Seeing any more than a lone fox was a rarity, and watching the babes yip and tumble about filled you with warmth. You were blissfully unaware of the mother lurking near her kits, and when you took a step closer towards them, she pounced.

Her canines sank into your waist as her claws slashed at your leg, leaving deep lacerations in your flesh. You threw the mother off you in your panic, scrambling away from the foxes, bleeding heavily, pleading that she wasn’t rabid.

Dizzying from blood loss, you dragged yourself through the forest, nearly sobbing with relief upon spotting an orange glow seeping through the trees. Adrenaline wearing off, the dull throbbing pain in your leg grew sharper, but you pressed on, until you met the source of the light: a cottage.

Anna got back from a hunt barely an hour ago, and was returning her butchering equipment to her toolshed when she heard your pained gasps and panting. She dropped the rest of her tools and immediately rushed to your side, wordlessly scooping you up in arms that would have made you swoon on any other occasion, bounded for the cottage.

She set you down on her sofa, ordering you to not move. You noted her accent was Russian, her tone stern but compassionate. She headed towards the cottage’s kitchen, and not a minute later she returned to your crippled form with a box of medical supplies.

Introducing herself as “Anna”, she began to cut away the shredded fabric around your wounds. Head spinning, you mumbled out your own name, craning your neck to see the damage. From the layer of oxidising blood coating your flesh, you determined it was bad.

Using a rag and some water, Anna cleaned the skin surrounding the wounds before applying a generous amount of disinfectant. The chemical sting made you whimper, teeth grinding together in a pitiful attempt to alleviate the pain. “Shh,” she urged soothingly, dressing your leg with gauze and bandages, applying pressure with her calloused hands to ease the burn.

But the gashes on your side were much, much deeper, not that you could see or feel any difference.

“Бля, тут понадобятся швы...” Anna hissed under her breath. You looked at her, confused and concerned. Her eyes, irises a pretty chocolate brown, met yours. “It needs stitches,” she translated. Shit, it’s bad, you thought. Then, her brow furrowed, guilt flashing across her face. “I’m sorry, I do not have anaesthetic.” You nodded, bracing yourself for the pain.

Despite the hulking size of her, Anna was extremely delicate with the surgical needle and thread, and tried to make the stitching process as painless as possible. She hummed a tune to distract you, almost akin to a lullaby. You took the time to drink in your saviour’s appearance, eyes drifting over the countless scars adorning her face and arms, her plump lips, her dark brown hair clipped extremely short. She was a handsome beauty; you knew that much, despite being delirious from blood loss.

Once she had finished and wrapped the wound, she fetched you some clean clothes. They swamped you, but the soft fabric was a welcomed sensation.

While she cooked dinner - a delicious roasted ensemble of venison, potatoes and honeyed parsnips - you attempted to make small talk, asking about how she came to live in the woods, her home, why she left Russia, all while struggling not to blush at her huge hands.

Unbeknownst to you, every time she turned away from the kitchen island to grab something, she took a deep breath. Having a stranger turn up to her cottage was one thing, but a gorgeous stranger? Who seemed genuinely interested in getting to know her? Wow.

And your awe when she mentioned she hunted and grew almost everything she ate filled her with pride.

It was agreed that you’d spend the night at her cottage, getting some much needed rest and recovery, and she’d help you home in the morning. A mutual sadness lingered after that conversation, both of you equally as intrigued by the other.

But when a fierce blizzard struck overnight, you were left with no other choice but to stay with Anna until it blew over. Not that either of you were complaining.

After a couple of days, the two of you fell into a routine. Every morning Anna would check your wounds, and in the evening after running you a warm bath she would redress them. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach when she put her hands on your skin, gentle as always. You were convinced she always ran hot.

The two of you would cook together, and you indulged in the variety of wild game that she hunted - how she managed to venture into the blizzard every day, you would never understand. Anna always returned from her hunts with a great beast slung over her shoulder. She said that smaller animals would be in hibernation, which you never questioned; to be truthful, she went for the harder, heavier kills to impress you with her strength. It worked like a charm. You were enamoured by her strength and resilience, how she went from slaying elk and chopping firewood in the biting cold to sweetly singing as she cooked, from skinning a beast to brushing your hair for you, since raising your arms above your head strained your side.

Evenings were spent talking by the fireplace, a mug of hot chocolate in your hands, which Anna explained she purchased from a little market in the nearest town that she visited once a month. You’d eventually feel your eyelids growing heavier and retire to bed, but never before insisting you took the couch that night, which she always refused.

A week had passed and after an evening of tales and a vinyl album softly playing, you were drawn into her inviting warmth and fell asleep curled into her on the sofa. Too tired to notice her freeze, worrying about where to put her arms, an ecstatic smile plastered on her face. Oh so careful not to wake you, she managed to lie down, you lying on top of her chest, her arms cradling you delicately. You woke up the following morning in this same position, heart threatening to burst out of your chest. Grinning, you snuggled into her warmth, thinking Anna was still fast asleep. She wasn’t.

The next day, Anna staggered into her cottage after a hunt didn’t go entirely to plan. She tossed the boar she was lugging to the ground and made her way to the kitchen to grab her medical kit. You noticed the gash on her arm and stopped her, telling her to sit down so you could help. She protested, pointing out your own injuries, but backed down at the stern look you gave her. While you cleaned and tended to her wound, she told you all about how the boar’s tusk had pierced her flesh. Your heart was straining, but she squeezed your hand, assuring you these things happened a fair amount, gesturing to her many, many scars. And in spite of the state of her forearm, she still butchered the boar into filets, one of which you cooked (refusing to accept her offer to help) while she cured the rest for the upcoming dead of winter.

That same evening, you grew frustrated with her refusal to just rest. You could have easily cured the rest of the boar yourself, put more logs in the fireplace yourself. Why couldn’t she just let someone care for her? It all spilled out. Was it because you’d do a bad job? At some point tears started to fall, your points derailed, and her heart tore in half. Anna wiped away your tears, thumbs caressing your cheeks, explaining that it was difficult for her to not be a provider. That you were amazing, that you gave her even more of a reason to provide, that she cared for you.

Be it due to cabin fever or not, you kissed her. And without a hint of hesitation she kissed back, cradling your jaw, her other arm winding around your waist as you leaned into her.

Both of you knew then and there that you were falling, hard.

From that night on you shared her bed, right up until the morning the blizzard passed. A few more chaste kisses were shared, but no arguments. You lived as two...lovers?

Two weeks after your fateful encounter, the time came for you to leave. As she previously promised, she escorted you home, your hands intertwined while your hearts sank with every step. Your odyssey had come to an end.

Upon reaching your doorstep, your fingers were still firmly laced together. Neither of you wanted to say goodbye.

Anna was the one to let go of your hand, slowly, trying to map the feel of your palm into memory. She asked if you’d come to see her again, if only once, audibly close to tears. You pulled her down for one last kiss, smiling up at her. “Next weekend. I’ll pack a bag,” you whispered, beaming as she smiled against your lips, relief washing over both of you.

This was only the beginning.

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