#holy shit you won the fucking jackpot

[andcars]

★ 𝗣𝗨𝗕𝗟𝗜𝗖 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗦 maxiel , rbr x vcarb admins au

THE RBR AND VCARB admins have been getting real friendly on social media recently . the fans very much notice it

TAGS . . . # daniel ricciardo/max verstappen , alternate universe — not racing drivers , max is the red bull racing social media admin , daniel is the visa cashapp rb social media admin , established relationship , outsiders pov , slight suggestive content FIC STYLE. . . # social media au (twitter , instagram , tiktok )

— this one is dedicated to my baba <3 might continue this as a series

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dannyricciardo Who will I be tonight... 🤔🤫 #VCARB #thatsthequestion #lol

sebbettel NOW... WHY IS BRO HOT

baddassformula the fact that this is the face of the man who's been flirting with the rbr admin

lexandra_tbh REDBULL ADMIN REVEAL WHEN!?!

condiified whoever the rb admin is, they're a lucky person

justinn_case Does he go to the races as well?

dannyricciardo Have to give the live updates! 🥳

emrac3 FUCK OFF I WATCHED HIS VIDEO BEFORE

justaninchi_shutup i wanna devour this man

webberspider fuck redbull i support vcarb

dannyricciardo🤣 Yeah... Fuck Redbull (👀)

bearmansbear WHAT DOES THAT MEAN

realnamegucci lolll why'd you expose yourself like that

dannyricciardo Don't wanna join in?

realnamegucci not trynna get myself fired mate

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dannyricciardo

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Had a nice vacation! Work 💪

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realnamegucci why do u look like that

dannyricciardo Like your boyfriend?

realnamegucci fucking idiot hahahah

multiplyer ???? MY STALKING IS NOT IN VEIN

victoriaverstappen Bring my brother next time, he sulks too much

realnamegucci idk what ur talking about

dannyricciardo @ victoriaverstappen Duty noted 🫡

kennybeer Who's here after the TikTok reveal 👀

ubercrashesinf1 holy shit bro is Really fucking hot

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realnamegucci

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fun stream today 👍 sorry had to leave early guys

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dannyricciardo I was sad when it ended but became happy when I remembered you're coming to me ♥

realnamegucci no i'm going to work

dannyricciardo To me! 😚

realnamegucci why're you like this loll 😂

lukecraneofficial Could've won the race with you

realnamegucci can't be the only good driver in this game 🤣🤣

dannyricciardo Look so good playing racing games 🙏Got me praying on my knees

realnamegucci ew lol

dannyricciardo You say that now...

victoriaverstappen There are children in here!

multiplyer the flirting is crazy i'm going to find something i know it

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My favourite part of working

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jarnoopmeer Calling HR for this

realnamegucci lost focus and had a workplace relationship? lol

realnamegucci i told you not to post that picture!

dannyricciardo I can't when my boyfriend looks this good 🤩

janicester Why're you so whipped

dannyricciardo LOVE!

multiplyer JACKPOT! HE'S WEARING A REDBULL SHIRT!

multiplyer can't believe it took me to 2019 to find this picture

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Didn't mean to reveal you, @ realnamegucci but... I always did want to show you off to the world ♥ ♥

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realnamegucci if i get fired for this it's your fault

dannyricciardo Maxy, pretty sure everyone knows we are deeply in love

realnamegucci i didn't... hahaha 🧡

ubercrashesinf1 @ multiplyer is the real goat in this

dannyricciardo Such a 🕵️‍♀️

multiplyer ON GODD AHHHHH

cloudszz1 this is gonna be part of the ricksf1addiction iceberg

dreamsncars CONGRATULATIONS TO THE HAPPY COUPLE!! EVEN THOUGH THEY'VE BEEN PROBABLY AT IT FOR YEARS NOW

mclaren Happy for the couple! or something

realnamegucci you're next la***

mclaren NOOOOOO

realnamegucci next time tell me before you're gonna out yourself and me to everyone... but also sure ig ily2

dannyricciardo HE SAYS HE LOVE ME! MARRY ME PLEASE!

you support me best on tumblr with reblogs and comments !    by andcar

[onehundredflamingos]

@jegulus-microfic

22 / convict / 1476 words / NSFW / explicit sexual content

“I’m not wearing this,” Regulus complained immediately. He was holding up a pair of thong underwear, white and grey horizontal stripes across it. There was a small patch sewn into the waistband — an inmate number.

“Do you want to be the cop instead?” James asked, holding up his outfit. His was a pair of deep navy booty shorts and a button down crop top. It came with a small hat with a gold star on the front, and a pair of plush black handcuffs.

“Absolutely not, James.”

“Fine.” James smiled, like he had just won the jackpot. “Then you have to be the convict.”

Regulus huffed. He didn’t know why James was so adamant about role playing anyway, but he supposed if James ended up naked in the end, what difference did it make?

“Fine.”

Regulus stormed off to the bathroom, following James instructions to put it on immediately, doing his best to only focus on the fact that he was about sixty seconds from seeing that man in booty shorts.

Suddenly there was a loud bang at the door, enough to startle Regulus into nearly falling over, second leg barely through his jeans he was sliding on over the costume.

“It’s the cops, open up!”

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

“Is there a problem, off—,” Regulus started to ask, but was immediately cut off by the sight of James in that outfit. “Holy shit, James.”

“It’s Officer Potter, to you,” James said, blushing. “There have been some complaints recently, I’m going to have to take you in for questioning,” he demanded, hands on his hips.

Regulus sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, deciding this game wasn’t so bad after all. “Okay, Officer Potter.”

James led Regulus to the back of their house and into their bedroom, demanding he be stripped down. “All of our inmates are required to wear the same prison uniform,” he tacked on, puffing out his chest. James reached forward and grabbed at the bottom hem of Regulus’ t-shirt, pulling it up and over his head.

“Hands behind your head,” James said, and Regulus had to hold back a snicker. James was a lot of things, but assertive was not one of them.

Not with Regulus anyway.

Regulus obliged, putting his hands behind his head, palms flush against his dark curls. He watched as James opened each handcuff before disappearing behind him, snicking each cuff shut around each wrist.

“Pants off next,” James said, moving back to Regulus’ front, undoing the button of his jeans and sliding them down. “This is certainly more appropriate,” James said stoically, gesturing to Regulus’ thong.

“What were these complaints for, Officer?” Regulus asked, looking down at James. James looked incredible in the crop top he chose, a piece of clothing that Regulus never would have anticipated to turn him on so much.

“Noise complaints,” James said, shaking his head as if he was truly disappointed. “I’m going to have to punish you, and I expect you to stay quiet.”

“Where would you like me to take that punishment?” Regulus asked, small smirk playing on his lips.

James gestured with a small nod. “Get on the bed, facing up. I want your hands against the headboard.” Regulus obliged, settling his hands on either side of a single dowel lining their spindle headboard, fuzzy handcuffs still forcing them close together.

James climbed over Regulus, straddling his torso as he reached up to fix the handcuffs, wrapping the center chain around the post before clasping it around both wrists once more.

He slid down Regulus’ body and settled between his legs, pressing his lips to the fabric covering Regulus’ cock. He exhaled hot puffs of air along his length, pressed his wet tongue to the tip.

Regulus moaned softly at the sensation, at the blood rushing straight to his cock. He reached down to card his fingers through James’ hair, only to feel the yank of metal and fur against his wrist. He whimpered, wanting to touch James so badly, wanting to guide his head just a bit lower, to force more pressure against his growing cock even with the underwear still on.

After a few moments, James pulled Regulus’ cock out from its confines, immediately licking a strip up the underside, and Regulus unable to hold back the groan that was let loose from deep down in his chest. Regulus hadn’t been expecting him to dive in so quickly; James was usually so gentle and explorative to start.

Not that Regulus was complaining.

James pulled his mouth off of Regulus’ cock just as quickly as he had taken it into his mouth, looking up at Regulus and tutting. “Quiet, or I’ll have to punish you worse than this.”

Regulus liked this James. He nodded.

The first few minutes that James took Regulus in his mourh, he was quiet. So quiet he very well could’ve been not enjoying himself.

But he was — of course he was, but he wanted more.

He let out a moan, guttural and primal and loud.

James jerked his head off of Regulus’ cock, and Regulus nearly grinned at him — a wide smile to rival one of James’ — if he thought he would still get what he was after.

“I told you if you couldn’t keep quiet, I would have to punish you worse, Regulus Black.”

Regulus nodded sweetly. “Whatever you think you need to do, sir.”

James slid his shorts off and settled onto his haunches, pouring lube on his hands and his cock before getting to work stretching Regulus out. Regulus bit his lip, stifling the moans he felt trying to push their way out, quieting all of the James’ and the pleases, until James was finally pressing his cock inside of him.

“That’s a good boy, being so quiet for me now,” James encouraged, grabbing ahold of Regulus’ hips, fingertips digging into his flesh. “Did you learn your lesson? Not to be so fucking loud where everyone can hear you?”

It would be funny that James asked that question — so loud, as he fucked Regulus’ hard, headboard slamming into a shared wall over and over — if not for how good it felt, how empowered James looked in that obscene crop top.

“Y-yes, officer,” Regulus said in a whisper. James reached down and took Regulus’ cock in his fist, stroking him at just the right pace to match his own hips.

Regulus cried out, sound coming unbidden, and James immediately released his grip around Regulus’ cock, leaving it throbbing and leaking at the tip. “Looks like you don’t deserve that after all.” He quirked a brow. “Do you need me to cover your mouth to make sure you keep quiet?”

Regulus shook his head.

“Or maybe I should choke you a bit, steal your breath so you can’t cry out like that?”

James phrased it as a question, but Regulus couldn’t answer — not with James still thrusting into him, not with the promise of that.

He let out a little mewl of assent, the sound making James lips upturn, perfect smile flashing back at Regulus as he reached a hand forward and wrapped his fingers around Regulus’ throat. “Now I want you to stay silent as I make you come all over your chest, do you hear me?”

Regulus managed a small nod, even with James’ fingers curled around his neck, pinning him to the bed. He craned his neck back just a bit, giving James more access, and watched as James continued to move above him.

He was beautiful in his uniform, so confident and proud to have brought this to fruition, to have Regulus quite literally under his thumb.

James increased his pace, thrusting into Regulus hard, hand tightening until Regulus was certain he would have small bruises dotting the side of his neck — little fingerprints as evidence of his punishment for being too loud.

All at once, James was groaning, a small grimace on his face, contorting before settling into something beautiful as he came inside Regulus. James’ entire body slackened just a bit, and Regulus sucked in gulps of air as he followed James over the edge, biting his lip as hard as he could to keep from crying out.

James looked up at Regulus, panting softly, sweat dotting his brow. “Good boy, Reg,” James said, only half breaking character. “You were so quiet for me.”

James pressed a soft kiss to Regulus’ lips.

“James,” Regulus said in response. “Why do you look so fucking good in that stupid shirt?”

James laughed. “I don’t know, Reg, but I’m dying to see what it looks like on you.”

Regulus wasn’t entirely sold on the idea of him playing the cop role, but if he got to bend James over and punish him, he was sure it wouldn’t be so bad, after all.

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ynstyles

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ynstyles i mean…this is literally art! missing my man but im obsessed with these outfits!!

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harrystyles i look like i need about 25 showers!

ynstyles @/harrystyles naw! i like my man sweaty 🥵

fuckynyes i want boaf!

ynstyles @fuckynyes boaf???

fuckynyes @ynstyles holy shit! yn replied to me. i can die happily now!!!!

ynforstyles fashion icon married to a fashion icon will remain iconic

daniellaxo i wanna see my hottie besties face! you’re starting to turn into a harry fan page 🙄

ynstyles @daniellaxo oops! my husbands just hot af

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harrystyles the photos i get from my wife while im on tour

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ynstyles still a pretty bitch!

daniellaxo @ynstyles periodt baby!

sobabygirlhs prettiest woman to exist! harry hit the jackpot

harrynews so jealous of harry :(

youngharold3 she’s just like every other bitch 🤷🏼‍♀️

ynstyles @youngharold3 only this bitch gets to lie next to harry fucking styles so, is she like every other bitch?!?! 🤪

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harrystyles wife 🥵😍

youngthug 🤪🦋

chrisbrown 😮‍💨😮‍💨

treysongz 😍😌😍

offsetoffical 🫣😮‍💨

future 🫠

daniellaxo wtf is going on right now?!?

zayn um—@/harrystyles you better get em’

harrystyles @zayn doesn’t bother me. i won and still win in the end 🤣

ynstyles

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ynstyles happily married 🫣😌

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harrystyles shut them up, baby!

ynstyles @harrystyles like, what?!?! are they all insane?

harryupdates i was totally shocked!! they all just came out of nowhere

treysongz baby, we aren’t worried about no harry fucking styles. hit me up when you want a real man 😌

ynstyles @/treysongz ha! harry would beat your ass! but good luck though!

gemstyles @ynstyles they must not know who my brother is?!?!

ynstyles @/gemstyles they see him being comfortable with who he is and what he wears and think he’s soft like, girl! my husband ain’t a punk thank you

zaynlashes yeah, harry isn’t someone to play with. you can just tell, dude!

olivawilde trust, harrys good with his hands ;)

harrynews @/olivawilde oh that’s not—

future 🤣

[rdlain]

💩 🦸‍♀️ 🧑🦕💻 🌄

Here’s the link to get a random Wikipedia page. You now have a neogender based off of the page that was pulled up–what is it?

Ocrasa is a genus of moths belonging to the family Pyralidae.

holy fucking shit....I won the jackpot....I'm moth/mothself!!!!!!!

;-; howdy folxxxx please donate to my gofundme to help me leave my abusive housemates (want me to wash le dishes DX) I'm just a wittle moff ;-; and 24 ;-;

Are there any particular feminists or feminist groups you look up to?

As far as written stuff goes nobody breaks it down better than Dworkin. Also I'm going through Gyn/ecology and I love how heady Mary Daly gets, emphasizing that finding the words to speak of our reality is difficult in man-made linguistics (our very speech in innately propagandized towards a male favor) very very interesting.

For $0, name a woman.

Wendy Williams

If you had to pick an animal to represent your blog, what would it be (catfems, you don’t have to answer cat)?

get vulpix'd

lookin very autism-creature in this card

Do you identify as a member of any of the -fem titles (factfem, nicefem, rudefem, etc)?

I self-id as a ROFL-fem

What was the first thing that peaked you, and when did you peak (not just specifically “peak trans,” but anything “peak patriarchy”)?

My mother always made it a point to emphasize that being born female doesn't hinder my ability to do anything I wanted to, thanks to her I've lived my whole life being pretty aware of society's attempts to mold me and force me back into the femininity-prison. In high school liberal feminism was gaining enough traction for my friends to start hosting their own feminism group that open my eyes to the activism portion (just slut walk era stuff, I remember we'd make pins with slurs like "slut" "slag" "bimbo" and wear them in an effort to """reclaim""" it, real cringe shit right there lmao)

In regards to trans stuff, I never bought into it. I assumed others didn't either and were being polite to accommodate their dysphoria. It was a total mindfuck to realize that no, there were actual TRUE and HONEST believers and they were INSANE lmao. I came out as a lesbian and one of the first things my friends brought up was the (now classic) "but wait would you be open to dating a transwomen??" I said fuck no it's impossible to transition out of malehood, and after like a month of internal debate they called me exclusionary and kicked me out of the feminism group. In an effort to make sense of what the fuck just happened I went through the lesbophobia tag on tumblr and found radical feminism.....the rest is history lmao, thanks for the inadvertent consciousness raising troons <3

[two-red-lungs]

Wait so if we have all the NSFW what about poly? Nsfw? Like you've managed to catch attention and keep it? What would it be like? Please and thank you!

Oh man. Poly!LostBoys is my specialty. They would be... insane. It would be a borderline terrifying environment to be in. Here's my take on being in a poly four-part relationship with all the boys.

Poly!LostBoys Headcanons (NSFW):

First of all, consider yourself insanely lucky. AND horribly unlucky. Lucky because you didn't end up with your throat ripped out like most people. Unlucky because, well... now you're on their radar.

Somehow, if you've magically managed to catch the attention of all four of them? And intensely enough that they're willing to share? Oh man. Your life is over.

Because normally they care so little about human life. That doesn’t change when they find you. But you, you’re different to them. You’re “not like other humans.”

Basically, you belong to them now. Possessive and under-boundaried x 4. You will never know a moment of peace.

But if you're into that, congrats, you've won the jackpot.

In a poly relationship with the boys, there is always someone with you. Doesn't matter when you are: they're walking you arm-and-arm down the street, keeping tabs on you from their bike and glaring at you through your work window, standing out in the hall while they wait for you to get out of the bathroom. It's borderline intimidation.

"Whatcha doin' baby? Don't be like that baby. Come with us baby. C'mere baby." It's RELENTLESS. Someone's always got a hand on your hip or shoulder, or demanding a kiss or for you to sit on their lap.

Basically, you're a toy.

Because to them, you’re theirs, they are very protective. Nobody gets near you, not even physically. Marko hisses at people. David just stares murderously. Anyone eyeing you up will end up dead.

You're manhandled 24/7 because the boys don't know how to contextualize their strength. I'm talking being lifted up and placed on bikes, grabbed by the upper arm hard enough to bruise. Having arms slung over your shoulders and being crushed to their sides. Dragged over to dance so hard your shoulder nearly dislocated.

The attention is addictive though, holy shit. Their eyes are always on you, watching everything you do like it fascinates them. They point-blank tell you how hot you are to them, how much they like you, etc.

David can tell the second you're hungry and rallies the boys for dinner. Dwayne is your watchdog: he's always keeping tabs on you and your environment with that smoulder. Paul is constantly touchy and sensual: brushing your hair to the side and kissing your neck, holding you against his lap and grinding into you in public. Marko becomes part of the animal kingdom: winning you plushies, giving you trophies, not-so-subtly rubbing himself on you so you smell like him.

You get moved out of wherever you live immediately and have to live with them. You'll probably have to quit whatever job you have, too. Your life ends up revolving around the four of them.

So they never ever leave you alone, your personal space is constantly invaded, you are basically not allowed to have friends or family outside of them anymore... but hey? The sex is good.

The sex is so fucking good oh my god oh my GOD.

They’re a bunch of 20-somethings permanently stuck with their high sex drive, only now they all have several decades of experience. 

For starters, you’re cumming every night. Probably multiple times. Like, the boys don’t understand that you need recovery time and it’s rare that you beg them well enough to give you a rest day.

Expect threesomes on a regular basis. Paul rutting against your ass while David smokes and fingers you, or maybe Marko demanding a blowjob and Paul wandering over and you jerking him off with a mouthful of dick.

Either way you are in, like, a constant state of having to wipe cum off of you lmaoooo it’s very sisyphus and his boulder 

I think David gets the final say in most things, and sort of acts like a ‘director’ with the boys taking their cues from him. If David turns to Paul and says “Our doll is lookin’ a little lonely, don’t you think?” You’d better believe Paul is going to bend you over the couch in the cave and rail you asap

Dwayne is always last in line. Not because he lowest in the pecking order, far from it, really he’s the muscle and enforcement, but because he is hung. You really need to be fucked open before he’ll even fit inside you.

So expect Marko to give you a mindblowing orgasm and leave you limp and panting and Dwayne will pounce on you and ease himself into you. He’s been waiting for this.

And sex with all of them at once?? Hoooo man. Strap in and bring a water bottle. They are demanding.

They’ll coo about how pretty you look even when you’re fucked-out and exhausted, lifting your head to ease their cock into your mouth. Those boys will make you cum. Probably to the point of passing out. And they’ll tease you and mock you, rubbing you till you’re overstimulated and crying.

Being boxed in by four horny vampires caressing you, playing with your hair, stripping your clothes off, is probably the most intimidating and sexy thing you’ll ever experience.

TL:DR it’s a lot. Is the poly relationship worth it? Who knows. It kind of depends on how crazy you are.

[artificialqueens]

You Light a Fire in My Heart (Rosénali) - Moonshot

A/N: I wasn’t expecting to write a follow-up to the first diner au this fast but I’ve genuinely fallen in love with the little au verse I’ve created. For context, this is set about a year after the events of ‘On The Ground’, and it spans across three months (March, April, and May). Flashbacks are in italics, and I hope you enjoy it x

Summary: The time(s) Rosé tried to be the best girlfriend to her Nali

Also on Ao3

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If you had told Rosé a year ago that she would be dating one of the most amazing girls she’d ever met in her life, she would have believed you. Who wouldn’t want to date a fine bonnie lass like her?

What she wouldn’t have believed would have been that she was admittedly a tiny bit jealous of her girlfriend’s crush for a K-pop singer that shared her name.

Rosé was working on her laptop, busy mixing a track she had recorded with Jan and Lagoona when Denali had walked into the living room.

“OH MY GOD! I just finished watching Blackpink’s interview with James Corden and Rosé’s got the CUTEST accent! Her Aussie accent is so sexy too…” she remembered her girlfriend saying as she walked into her living room, her eyes glued to the phone in her hand.

“Hey!”, the pink-haired girl puffed out, “my Scottish accent is sexy too!”

Denali looked up, her left brow raised, “Says who?”, she asked teasingly.

“…My grandma”, Rosé replied unconvincingly, causing her girlfriend to laugh out loud.

“My Rosie is so cute when she’s jealous!”, she sing-sang, stamping a sloppy kiss on the older girl’s cheek.

“I’m not!”, she huffed as the black-haired girl sat next to her on the couch.

“You know she’s not my favorite in the group. Wanna know why?” Denali asked, draping her arms around Rosé’s neck.

“Why?”.

“Because you’ll always be my favorite Rosie”, she whispered in her girlfriend’s ear.

Rosé was sure her cheeks were matching colors with the shade of pink of her hair.

“Cheesy bitch”, she muttered as Denali hid her face in the crook of her neck.

“Yours truly”.

She remembered letting her girlfriend rest on her chest, the sweet strawberry scent of Denali’s shampoo filling her nose as she tried to focus on the track she was working on. 

However, another thought was buzzing in her head. 

The brunette’s birthday - the first one since they had started dating - was coming up soon and Rosé had absolutely no idea what to get her. 

Dedicating her a song, while definitely in her range, was too obvious of a gift. She really wanted to surprise her, to give her something she would remember for years to come.

With less than a month to the date, Rosé decided to go to the very familiar diner to pick up something quick to eat before going to grab the equipment she needed for her weekly set across the street. 

As she walked up to the register to pay up after having grabbed some pastries, she couldn’t help but notice the absence of a familiar face. She was sure Denali was set to be on shift at that hour.

Her attention was drawn back to the guy behind the counter.

“Hey, gorge! Looking for me?”, Mik asked as he took the pastry bag from the pink-haired girl.

Rosé rolled her eyes playfully, “Hey to you too, Mik,” she replied as she took out some cash, “Sorry to burst your bubble, short king, I was just wondering where my lovely girlfriend is”.

The shorter guy shrugged, “Your loss. I’m always open for a tall glamazon like you, gorge”, he winked before presenting her the receipt, “it will be 4,99$ for that, and also Nali was allowed to go home early by Miss Iman because she was trying to get tickets for some concert, I think?”

Rosé gave a little nod of acknowledgment and was handing over the cash when a voice caught her attention.

“Oh, no!”, both Mik and Rosé turned their head to another of the diner staff, Olivia, who was looking down at her phone pouting, “Nali just texted me saying that the Blackpink show in Chicago she wanted to go to sold out before she was able to get a standing ticket and the VIP ones are too expensive for her! Oh, poor baby Nali”.

“What other tour dates are they doing?” the singer asked, an idea forming in her head.

The other girl furrowed her brows, trying to remember, “Well, Nali wanted to go to the Chicago one with some of her friends there, that one was in mid-May. If I’m not mistaken, they are doing one in Newark at the end of May, and then the other ones are down south and on the west coast as well? Pretty big tour from what she has told me”.

“Wow, that’s an impressive gig,” Rosé commented, genuinely surprised.

She grabbed the paper bag from the counter, waving goodbye to the two employees, “Well, divas, I’ll leave you to do your jobs. Thanks for the info, I guess my set has to be delayed a bit to deliver these to my girl, and hope to cheer her up a bit, wish me luck!” 

The other two waved her off as she exited the diner. 

The pink-haired girl grabbed her phone from her purse and quickly texted Jan and Lagoona to meet her at her place after her set. 

Maybe she had just found the perfect birthday present for her Nali.

Rosé and Lagoona were sitting at the kitchen table, the Scottish girl’s computer between them open on the ticketing site while Jan was busy gushing with her girlfriend over the phone in the living room.

The blue-haired girl stared at the laptop, clicking her tongue, “Is that the VIP price for both…?”

“Nope, just one. I could afford to get only one VIP ticket for her so she’ll get to enjoy it all by herself”, Rosé replied.

“Holy shit, I fucking wish you were this in love with me to spend that much money for my birthday!” Lagoona commented jokingly before noticing a small detail, “Wait, did you see the date of the concert?”

The pink-haired girl nodded, “Yes, I am aware that the concert happens to be on my birthday. However, this is an opportunity I can’t let Nali give up on,” she reasoned, “Also, I plan on spending many more birthdays with her, so her spending mine doing something she loves makes me happy as well”.

Lagoona shot up and started reaching for kitchen drawers, seemingly looking for something.

“Can I know what the fuck are you doing?”, Rosé asked, arching her manicured brow.

“Looking for a whip because you’re fucking whipped for the girl! I can’t believe it!”, her best friend cackled, actively avoiding the kitchen towel thrown at her.

“Oh, fuck you, bitch!”, the pink-haired girl said in return, unable to hide her own grin at the situation.

At that moment, their purple-haired friend entered the room, saying her goodbyes over the phone before she sat down on the opposite side of Rosé.

“Oh look, who decided to join us!” Lagoona teased as she sat back next to the Scottish girl, “how was the call with the sugar mommy?”

Jan blushed furiously, “Shush, you two! Jackie’s not my sugar mommy! She just… happens to be richer and older than me. Also, she called me because she’s stressed from organizing this big event in May and needed some advice!”, she blurted out, only causing the other two to laugh even harder.

“Yeah, sure whatever you say, Stuntalina the sugar baby. C’mon, I’ve got a new piece I wrote for us to show you!”, Rosé said as she closed the ticket receipt.

She opened her music editing program, pressed play on the last recorded file.

While her best friends were busy enjoying the new song she produced, Rosé checked her phone to find a new text from Denali.

10:52 PM:

thank u so much for the pastries, I really needed them today. You always know how to cheer me up. Goodnight my Rosie <3

The singer smiled. 

She couldn’t wait to show Denali her birthday present.

Denali was lying down on the couch, her eyes on her best friend - and soon-to-be ex-roommate - as she packed the last few things she needed to move out.

“I still can’t believe you’re moving out,” the brunette pouted, “You’re leaving me allllll aloooooooneeeee”, she said dramatically.

“Nali, you’re acting as if I’m moving across the country”, Olivia chuckled, “I’m literally moving in with Utica and Symone, and they live across the street”.

The Alaskan skater threw her head back, “So close, yet so far”.

The younger girl rolled her eyes, reaching for a silver sharpie before throwing it to Denali, “Okay, miss Dramanali. Will you get your ass up and help me finish labeling these boxes?”

It took them a little over an hour to have most of Olivia’s things labeled and boxed, ready to be taken to their new home.

A bottle of soju later, they sat together on the couch in front of the TV as they ate some take-out for dinner, reminiscing of their time as roommates.

“It’s going to be weird to live alone,” Denali confessed as she took a piece of kimbap with her steel chopsticks, “We’ve been roommates ever since I literally moved in from Chicago. But I know it’s the right thing for you, you know”.

Olivia nodded, “I didn’t expect it to take this turn, I mean, I started it out a year ago single and now I’m dating not just one but two of the most awesome people I know?”

“I remember you being bummed when Utica started dating Symone. I sneaked out way too much ice cream from the diner to cheer you up, but look at you now, dating both Utica and Symone, moving in with them? You won the jackpot, Liv!”, the older girl replied, smacking her free hand against the other girl’s thigh.

“Girl, I could say the same about you and miss Rosie. All lovey-dovey, sweet kisses and I love you’s”, Olivia winked as she saw Denali’s cheeks take a pink tint.

“Actually…”, the skater confessed, “she technically hasn’t said the big L word out loud, not like that at least”.

Denali was sure Olivia’s eyes were about to pop out of their sockets, “WHAT?”

The brunette smiled shyly.

“It’s just… this past year everything has been so perfect with her and what if forcing her to say it will ruin that?”

“Nali, baby, the girl basically lives here. Do I have to remind you just how many times I’ve walked in on you two doing the whole devil’s tango while she looks at you like a lovesick puppy and you are worried about her not saying I love you back?”

The Alaskan girl tried to lighten the mood, “To our defense, you did say that you were spending the night out and that movie was very intense-”

“Nali…”

“I love her, Liv. Like really really love her. And I do see a future with her, but she is such a free spirit, someone who says and does things her own way and I’m worried that I’m going to scare her away,” Denali bit her lower lip, trying her best to not let the emotions get the best of her.

The younger girl took her hand, “Do you remember what I told you that day at the rink when you were scared to ask her out?”

“That you would unleash Kandy on her?”

They both chuckled.

“That’s still on the table if she breaks your heart,” Olivia replied honestly, holding Denali’s hand, “I told you to give it a chance. Tell her about how you feel your relationship is heading, and I got a feeling that she feels the same as you do”.

The two friends savored the moment, only the sound coming from outside the window to fill the void.

Denali was the first one to speak up after a couple of minutes of silence, “See? Who am I supposed to have those heart-to-heart conversations with if I’m alone? The wall?”

Olivia laughed out loud, “The cat lady that lives on the first floor sure seems like a good replacement for me!”

“Donut would run away before I could even let her in, girl”.

“True that,” she took another bite of her rice bowl before setting it down and getting up from the couch, “maybe, after you have your talk with your pink highlighter girlfriend in time for your birthday next week, she can babysit your pillow princess ass!” 

Denali’s mouth was wide open in shock but unable to restrain the laughter. 

“Liv! How dare you!” she said as the younger girl bolted into her room, prompting a not-so-sober chase.

They would totally be getting an angry noise complaint the next day.

Denali felt like her birthday went faster than she would have liked.

It had started with a call from her mom while her friends were trying to make her breakfast in bed - emphasis on trying - only to end up ordering delivery from the bakery two blocks down the street. 

Since she would have still had to work that day, they had opted to hang out at her place the night before, waiting up to midnight to wish her a happy birthday. 

What Denali was really looking forward to was the cute night-in her girlfriend had promised along with her mysterious birthday gift that was seemingly months in the making.

Having barely made it home from the diner, the brunette had just taken off her jacket and scarf when she heard a familiar knock pattern on her door.

She smiled as she was greeted by a small bouquet of forget-me-nots, a bag seemingly full of takeaway boxes, and a bottle of Rosé.

“Isn’t it cannibalism if you drink Rosé?” she teased, letting her girlfriend in the apartment and closing the door behind her.

“I’m letting that slide because it’s your birthday, baby,” the pink-haired girl replied as she set everything down on the kitchen counter.

Denali took a moment to take in how her Rosie looked.

The signature pink leather jacket was open to reveal a very deep low cut top that left close to nothing to the imagination. The black high-waisted jeans hugged her curves in a way that drove Denali crazy just to think about. 

“Liking the view, mama?”, Rosé’s smirk was one of the few things able to make her weak to her knees like that.

“You’re a tease-y bitch”

“Thank you for noticing”, she winked as she walked over to Denali and sneaked her arms around her girlfriend’s waist, towering over her thanks to the pumps she was wearing.

The brunette couldn’t help but smile as she wrapped her arms around Rosé’s neck, getting on her tippy toes to kiss her.

“Happy birthday, my angel”, she whispered against her lips before her strong arms picked Denali up with a small yelp from the younger girl.

“What about dinner?”, she chuckled.

“I’m in a mood to eat something else right now…”, Rosé simply said as she reconnected their lips and started taking her girlfriend to the familiar bedroom.

Denali lied with her head on Rosé’s chest like she always did after they slept together. She could fall asleep just with how the older girl was gently combing her hair with her fingers.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, mama. You still got my birthday gift to open up”, she whispered, making Denali chuckle.

“What? Wasn’t the mind-blowing sex your birthday present?” she teased.

She could feel Rosé smile against her hair, “Thanks for the ego boost, diva, but I think you’ll like the real present more”

She went to reach for the pink jacket on the floor, taking out an envelope and giving it to Denali.

“What is this?”

“Open it up and find out for yourself”

The brunette straightened herself, not caring about the sheets pooling at her waist, and opened the present.

She couldn’t believe her eyes.

“You’re kidding me?!”

“Well, it’s not my fault your birthday happens to be on April Fool’s day but it’s all real, angel”, Rosé smiled at her.

“Ahhh! VIP Tickets for Blackpink’s concert?! I love you!”, Denali blurted out and went on to hug her girlfriend.

When she felt the older girl get slightly stiff, she realized just what she had blurted out and did what she did best: she panicked.

“Oh gosh, sorry I didn’t-”

Rosé didn’t reply, just went on cupping her face to calm her down.

“Baby, it’s okay. Don’t ever feel sorry for how you feel”, she reassured, kissing her forehead, “I just… don’t have the best track record when it comes to being told those three little words. I know how strongly I feel about you. I just want to mean it 100% when I say it, okay?”

Denali nodded, not trusting her words as she knew how hard it was for her girlfriend to talk about her feelings.

Rosé tilted her head, “Now, let me snuggle my…”, she looked over Denali’s shoulder, the clock read 11:05 PM, “birthday girl for another hour”.

She went on to press her girlfriend’s body against hers. She let a couple of minutes pass, making sure that the shorter girl had calmed down.

“Sing me to sleep, Rosie?”, she heard the faintest voice coming from the younger girl, whose arms held her sides tightly.

“Anything for you, angel”.

Almost two months later, Denali couldn’t believe she was actually there, waiting under the smaller stage for the concert to begin.

The soundcheck had been overwhelming, she definitely had almost cried when the girls waved at her section of the crowd. She was sure Lisa was waving at her.

She had even managed to become friends with some of the other fans in the VIP section, having gone to the concert alone - she still was a bit sad that she was missing Rosé’s birthday but understood the argument that this was one in a lifetime opportunity that she couldn’t pass on. 

“I can’t believe how close we are to the stage!” one of the girls to Denali’s right, Sakura, commented, “Based on the videos from the other dates, this is definitely the best side to be on, especially during Lisa’s dance solo!”

“Girl, I know! I’m ready to see her shake that ass!” Denali replied, making both of them chuckle.

“Oh, is that how it is, mama?”

Denali froze.

Was that…

“Rosie?”

There was her girlfriend, sporting the VIP tag around her neck and around her wrist.

“How did you get in? I thought you didn’t manage to get another ticket?”, while she was beyond ecstatic to see her girlfriend there with her at the concert, she was also very confused.

“Up until a couple of hours ago, I didn’t have it, so that was as much of a surprise to you as it is to you,” she smiled, “Remember I told you about how Jan’s girlfriend was busy organizing a big event?” she asked as she recollected what had just happened hours prior.

Both Rosé and Lagoona were sitting on the former girl’s couch, watching reruns of America’s Got Talent and commenting how there would totally be no competition if they decided to audition.

Jan walked in, sipping on her frappuccino, “I know you love us but why aren’t you spending your birthday with your girlfriend?”

“I told you she’s at that Blackpink’s concert today” Rosé reminded her, lowering the TV volume.

“Blackpink? Oh! That’s the project Jackie was helping with organizing. She even offered me a full VIP ticket. Do you want it? It’s barely 3 PM, you just missed the soundcheck”.

The two friends sitting on the couch looked at each other, then at Jan, then back at each other before bolting up from the couch.

“COULDN’T HAVE YOU SAID SOMETHING EARLIER, JANICE?”

“I can’t believe it, Jan is really something else,” Denali smiled, now feeling that everything was complete.

“Me neither, baby. That girl is a mystery,” Rosé replied as she positioned herself behind her shorter girlfriend to hug her from behind, kissing Denali’s cheek “Now, I can check out my competition with the other Rosie in your life”, she joked.

“I promise you’ll be a Blink by the end of the night,” Denali said confidently, melting against the embrace.

“We’ll see about that, little diva”.

When people said time flies by when you’re having fun, Denali just realized how fast.

The concert was a rollercoaster of emotions, from the powerful beginning to the member’s solos - she definitely didn’t miss her girlfriend’s ‘mom dancing’ behind her. 

And now, the soft guitar notes of Hope Not filled the stadium. The ballad had always been one of Denali’s favorites, those raw emotions she had felt so many times were being so beautifully sang out loud and it made her teary-eyed.

Rosé kept her arms secured around her waist, rocking her from side to side. The brunette closed her eyes, fully letting the song guide her.

That’s when she heard Rosé’s voice in her ear, so quiet yet overpowering everything else.

“I love you”.

Denali’s eyes shot open and quickly turned around to be met with the most beautiful smile Rosé had ever given to her, she could only see pure love in her eyes staring back at her. 

She hadn’t even realized the tears spilled down her cheeks as she went in to connect their lips.

Nothing else mattered to her at that moment.

It was just her and her Rosie.

The warm autumn air filled Denali’s living room as they cuddled on the couch, watching a movie.

It was almost midnight when the end credits started rolling, the younger girl was already half-asleep, clinging to her girlfriend like a koala bear.

Rosé turned off the TV and turned her attention to her girlfriend, “C’mon, little diva, let go of me, I have to catch the bus home”.

Denali grunted, “Noooo, don’t leave meee,” she protested, her cheek firmly against Rosé’s chest.

“I gotta get home, baby”, the pink-haired girl tried to reason.

“This is your home too. You should just move in already,” Denali replied, slugging her words.

Her heart skipped a beat. 

Rosé stopped for a moment to think about it. She smiled looking down at her girlfriend’s serene face. 

She definitely could see herself wanting to wake up to that every day for a long time.

Denali woke up in her bed the following day, not remembering how she had gotten there. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep on the couch with-

She shot up and went to the kitchen. She found a still-warm cup of coffee and a note.

She almost choked on the drink as she read the small piece of paper.

I thought you’d never ask

to move in together

Get those papers ready, angel

Your Rosie

PS: we’ve some remodeling to do, mama

Denali couldn’t help the pink tint from erupting across her face. She definitely blamed her sleepy self for being so open with her girlfriend.

On the other side, she had to call her landlord.

Her search for a roommate was over for good.

[thorne93]

The Stars Made Us (Part 17)

Prompt: In this world, you’re one of the “lucky” ones who got a soulmate, but what if the universe gives you more than you bargained for?

(Prompt challenge – You live in a world where your soulmate can write on their skin and you will get the writing on your own and vice versa. Where they can wash away the ink on their own skin, however, the writing is forever scarred onto your skin until you meet face to face)

Word Count: 4107

Warnings: angst and language throughout, medical complications

Notes: This was supposed to be for @sorryimacrapwriter​​​​  and their challenge like a year ago, I think? I still loved the prompt though and have been working on this story for quite some time. This aesthetic was made by @quailliamyfears thank you so much! Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes​​​​, couldn’t have done it without you, as well as @carryonmyswansong​​​​ and @arrow-guy​​​​ and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo​​​​

Also, I’ve never really liked the whole soulmate AU thing idea, but this felt so right and it was amazing to write. I hope y’all love it too!!

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“Holy shit,” you gasped running to his side. “Stephen? Stephen?” 

Hank dropped to his knees beside you, digging through the bag he’d brought. 

“What’s wrong with him?” you asked. 

“I think he’s going into anaphylactic shock.” He finally found what he was looking for and jammed the needle into Stephen’s thigh. He stopped seizing but then stopped altogether.

Hank checked his pulse, checked his breathing, and began CPR. You were sweating bullets as Hank worked on him. After two rounds of chest compressions, he finally started breathing again. Hank and you helped him up and he sat there with his head between his knees. 

The two of you monitored him for several minutes before Hank and you helped him into his bedroom to lie down. 

“I think he’ll be fine, now, but it’s safe to say this serum won’t work for you. You’re allergic to it,” Hank informed. 

“So make one that I’m not allergic to,” Stephen responded with reigned in aggression.

“It doesn’t work that way. This serum is very specific, I can’t change it. I’m sorry, but it won’t work.” He nodded to you before giving you two a look of sorrow.

“I’ll walk you out,” you quietly said. You followed Hank to the door. “Thank you, Hank.”

“Yeah, I just wish I could’ve done more. It should’ve worked.”

You shook your head. “No, yeah, honey, I know.” You reached up and squeezed his arm. “This is not your fault, Hank. You’re fantastic. You rushed down here with the serum and you saved his life. I’m so grateful you made the time. It means so much to me. I can’t thank you enough.” 

“Don’t mention it. Sorry again.” He eyed you up and down before leaving. 

Just as you got the door closed, you turned to go check on Stephen but he was already standing behind you, in the doorway to his room. 

“Oh, hey, what are you doing out of bed?” you asked. 

“You said you trusted him.” 

“I do,” you said, a bit confused. 

“But he nearly killed me.”

“No, you had a horrible allergic reaction.” 

“You said it would work,” he responded. He was just as pissed and broken as the first night you showed up. 

“I said that I’ve seen him work miracles. You and I both know nothing is a guarantee.”

“Nothing is a guarantee? You said he could fix me!” he shouted.

“I said he could help! I said I saw him fix Charles but he told us that this might not work. He said that, but you insisted on it. Don’t blame me or him because of a fluke allergic reaction you had.” 

He glared at you. “You gave me hope. You made me think I could get my job back. You made me think I just had to take a few injections a day and I’d be back to normal.”

“Yes, I did give you hope, because somebody fucking needed to! So far all your ‘friends’ and ‘colleagues’ have slammed doors in your face. I showed up, not knowing you, trying to help you, and all you’ve done is fight me.”

“Well clearly I needed to. Hate to break it to you, doc, but your so-called miracle worker almost killed me.” 

“Don’t blame Hank. You’re allergic. He warned us that this might not work on you.”

“Yeah, but he failed to mention the part where I might die because of it,” he shot back as he paced, angry.

You shook your head, making a face of complete befuddlement. “I can’t believe this. All I’ve done is try to get you to be better, be healthier, and you’re just stubborn all the way. Either you want to be better or you don’t, Stephen, but make a god damn decision.” 

“Oh that’s rich. Me make a decision? All you do is talk about helping me and helping your other soulmate. Then go be with the guy. If he's so great, then why are you here?” 

“Because the universe told me to be here.”

“Obedient, aren’t you. But when I tell you to get the hell out of my life, you won’t listen. What? One disabled guy isn’t enough for you, you wanna have two? Won the jackpot there huh? Are we just your type or what is it?”

You gritted your teeth, trying to fight back tears. “I’m going to let that slide because you almost died a few minutes ago and I get it, you’re on your last leg. But lashing out like a wounded animal at me and everyone else doesn’t help you or me.”

“You’re not helping! Bringing in someone that doesn’t know what they’re doing isn’t helping me. Nothing is helping me!” 

“Certainly not you!” you yelled back. 

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” 

“I mean wallowing. I mean not showering, not shaving. I mean not taking care of yourself. I mean the fact that you ran your expensive sports car off the road because you were too busy looking down at who you could get rich off of next. It’s your fault you lost your career, Stephen, nobody else’s. So don’t blame me, or Hank, or the doctor’s who did your procedures. It was you.” 

He shook his head, his eyes shooting hellfire at you. “Get out.” 

“With pleasure,” you said before grabbing your things and storming out.

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 You called Charles the next morning. 

“I think I’m coming home,” you informed as you started to grab your bags. 

“What? Why? What happened?” he asked, concerned. 

“He’s an ass, that’s why. He doesn’t want me. I don’t see any reason in staying around.”

“Well if you’re sure…” he said, but it sounded like he wasn’t saying everything he was thinking. 

You let out a sigh. “What is it?” 

“You just, you don’t give up. You didn’t give up on me, you don’t give up on your normal patients. You’re not the type and--”

“This is different,” you interjected. “He’s so hostile. It's not like it was with you. We had a history, I could reach you. He seems to want nothing to do with me.” 

“He’s disabled and he lost his job, right? How is that any different?” 

“You’re right,” he responded, “it’s very different. In fact, you and I got to fall in love. And what did I do when you turned up at my doorstep?” 

You took a moment to answer, starting to see what he was getting at. “You turned me away.”

“I turned you away, and I was in love with you - my soulmate. I was broken, damaged, alone. Only because of your persistence did you stay. Despite all my shitty attitude, you stayed.”

“Well, yes, but we already loved each other. I knew how you really were.” 

“Right, but just because we have a history doesn’t mean he doesn’t need your help. Now, I knew you, I loved you, and despite all of that, I still lost everything else in my life and I pushed you away. Imagine him. He’s all alone, he’s lost everything just like me, but he didn’t have you to hold on to.”

You pursed your lips in thought. “I suppose he’s probably feeling pretty horrible.”

“Stay one more day. I’d hate for you to give up and something happen. Maybe he’ll call or you can go by later and see if he’s better about the whole ordeal.” 

You pressed your lips together in thought. “Alright, fine, one more day. I’ll go over to see him.” 

You ended up back at his apartment later in the afternoon. He opened the door to you. 

“You’re back,” he noted.

“And you keep getting surprised by that. I told you, I don’t give up.” You sighed. “If you’ll still have me, I’d love to keep trying to help you. Even if you think I’m a nuisance, even if you hate me and want me gone, I’m here for you. I will be here until you don’t need me here.” 

“I know,” he replied with a bit of a smile. “That makes us both pain in the asses.” 

You smirked and he let you in. 

“So what made you decide to stay?” 

“Uh, my other soulmate. He reminded me of how challenging he was, and we had the advantage of loving each other. He loved me enough to trust me to take care of him. I loved him enough to keep helping him despite his asshole-ishness.” 

The two of you walked in and you sat down at his glass dining table. 

“And me? What’s your pull to help me?” he wondered with a small smile. 

“I was beginning to wonder what that looked like,” you noted with your own soft grin, talking about his smile. 

His smile got bigger despite himself. “Avoiding the question, doctor. Is that because you don’t have an answer?” His eyebrow twitched in encouragement. 

“No, I do. I want to help you because helping people is what I do, it’s what I’ve always done. If you were any other stranger, I’d be doing roughly the same thing.”

“Tending to them night and day?” he asked, a bit skeptical. 

You let out a small chuckle. “Well, no, okay, maybe not quite how I’m doing it with you, but you are a special case.” 

“Because I’m your soulmate. So you’re saying that if I was say, a neighbor, you wouldn’t be doing this?” 

“Possibly not, but then again, I’d have to know about their condition. The universe tells me when you need me most, and sends me then into your life. I trust that. So yes, half of me is helping because it’s in my nature, the other half is because you are my soulmate.” 

“I wish I had your blind faith,” he sighed. 

“You do. You believe in that blind faith every time you went into surgery. Sure, the procedures can be typical, but every case is different. You believed that all your training and experience would prepare you for every time you stepped into that OR, and yet, I’m willing to bet, sometimes it didn't.” 

He made a look of hesitant agreement. 

“I’m here, right now, reaching out, telling you I am here to help. I won’t think less of you for asking for help, whether it’s showering, cleaning, cooking, or even a shoulder to cry on. You’ve had an enormous blow in life. Don’t make it worse by continually pushing people away. Being alone doesn’t make anything better. I want to get to know you, to possibly love you, just as I do with my other mate. I’m not asking you to believe in some cult or change your religious views or anything like that. You know soulmates exist, you know we shared scars on our arms for years until we met. I’m not even asking you to believe in the universe. Just... believe in me. Give me a chance, forget about everything else.”

He looked at you with eyes that were hard to discern. 

“What’s his name?” he asked. “Your other mate.”

“Charles.” 

“I can see you with a Charles, it fits. Is he a psychiatrist too?” 

“No, but he is in the field of psychology.” 

“I see,” he said, bobbing his head. 

“So, when it wasn’t me or Christine cooking, did you do it or did you eat out?” 

“Are you fishing to see if I am a cook?” he teased.

You returned the smile. “I am, a bit, yes.”

He grinned. “Well, to be honest, it’s a bit of both. I like to cook if I have the time but more often than not I don’t. So it’s typically whatever Manhattan’s finest restaurants have to offer.”

“That sounds a little fun though. Trying out restaurants all the time.”

“Sometimes, and sometimes it can be a bit boring. A home cooked meal just tastes entirely different. What about you? Aspiring chef or…?” 

You shook your head and laughed. “No, no. I do love to cook, and bake though. I make Charles breakfast a lot and I get his lunch ready for him.”

“Must be nice to have a mother figure around,” he jested. 

“Oh, come on, it’s not like that. I just love to cook, he’s busy, so why not do it?”

“Because you sound like a housewife from the 50s, and you don’t strike me as the type to be okay with that.” 

You scoffed. “Really now? Because you’ve been running me ragged as a maid and cook for the last couple of days. I’m surprised you seem to mind me cooking for Charles.” 

Stephen stood up. “Come here,” he softly instructed, gesturing with his head to the kitchen. You did as you were told. “It’s not that I mind… Did he ask you to do it or did you offer?”

“Does it matter?’

“Oh, it matters a great deal to me.”

“I offered,” you said with a bit of a sigh and eye roll. 

“Ah, that’s what we were looking for. Autonomy. As long as he isn’t replacing you for his mother we should be fine�� Now, you’re going to see how I make a fantastic dinner. But, I’ll need to guide you since…” He raised his hands, showing their shaking. You reached up and held both of them. 

“Just tell me what to do,” you gently said. 

“Well we’re going to make a fantastic Penne alla vodka with a salad and angus cheese bread. Alright? But first…” He grabbed a remote and pressed a button and jazz music filled the apartment. 

“You’re a jazz fan?” you asked, surprised, a wide grin on your face. 

“I’m a lover of every genre. In fact, in the OR, I have the staff pick songs and I can nail down the artist, song title, album and year of release.”

“Quite the carnival trick,” you noted with a shoulder bump. 

“Get the pot out from down there, and get the vodka from that cabinet over there,” he instructed. “It’s not a party trick. You could try too, you know.” 

You followed his orders and began the preparation of food per his instruction. 

“Well, I could, but if I use your collection, that’s a bit biased, don’t you think? Tips the scales your way.” You made a face of uncertainty and distrust. 

“Oh, I see how it is, you don’t trust me.”

“I believe your exact words have been all along that we don’t know each other yet. You seem like the type to show off, I’m just making sure you have a real reason to do it.” 

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. “You’re really giving me the run around. Alright. Go for it. Pick anyone, any song.”

You grinned and went to get your phone while the ingredients worked on the stove. You found something that wasn’t too obscure and played it. After about five seconds, he got it right. 

“I’ll be damned,” you mused, amazed. 

“We should’ve bet on that.”

You laughed. “Oh, no, I'm never taking a bet with you. You just scream hustler.” 

“Oh, come on now.” He laughed before telling you the next steps. Before long, you two were enjoying a night of dinner. He asked you about your music tastes and you asked about his and how he amassed such a collection. He explained it was his photographic memory. You were actually sad to leave that night, and he seemed to not want you to leave either, but you had to get some sleep. He bid you goodnight and you walked away, happy. 

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A few days later, Stephen left again. This time he told you where he was going. He was going to his physical therapy. It made sense now and you weren’t quite sure why you hadn’t already put that together. 

You were doing a bit of clean up when a knock came at the door. You frowned, unsure what to do depending on who the company was but answered it anyway. 

“Christine? Steven is not here right now he's at==”

“I know, he's at physical therapy.”

“Then why are you here?”  you asked in confusion as you followed her inside the apartment.

“Actually came to see you. Would you like to get some coffee?”

“Uh, sure,”  you agreed hesitantly.

The two of you locked up Stephen’s apartment and you went down with her to a coffee shop that was only about a block away. You were very confused as to why she wanted to speak to you. She hadn’t laid eyes on you since the first day. 

Once the two of you ordered, got your coffee and sat down, she began. She gave you a look of “bear with me here.” She let out a breath and started talking. 

“How has Stephen been?” 

“Fine,” you said with a shrug. “He’s getting better, mentally, that is. His hands are still... Not so good.” 

“What makes you think he’s doing better?” she asked, as if you had no authority on the matter.

“He’s laughing, smiling. He’s teasing. When we met it was nothing but hatred, cruelty, and wiseass comments.”

“That doesn’t mean he’s getting better. Look, his accident, it was bad. Not just the car getting wrecked or his hands, but that crash took everything from him. I don’t know if he’s told you that.”

You slowly nodded. “He’s mentioned it, yes. I know it’s been hard on him.”

“You have no idea what’s hard on him. You weren’t there for anything before this. That wreck turned a very proud man into the hot mess he is now. You’ve been soulmates, for how long?” 

“I have no idea. All I know is his handwriting showed up on me a few months ago.” You sensed unease in Christine and you had no idea why. 

“Stephen is… he’s a lot to handle, if you haven't noticed. And that was when he still had his career and money.” 

“I know you care about him, I get that, I do. He explained that you two have a bit of a history so I’m not trying to step on anything. He seemed to make it clear you two were over though--”

“You think I’m interested in Stephen?” she asked, almost offended. “I’m not here for that. I’m here so you know what you’re getting yourself into. All he cares about is himself, and that’s it. Did he tell you about the crash or anything that happened after it?” 

“Just that he lost the ability to work.”

She pressed her lips together. “He was on his way to speak at a neurological convention. He and I used to go to them. He thought they were romantic, I thought they were boring. Stephen was speeding around some dangerous curves. He was trying to pass someone, got distracted by a case a staff member of ours sent him, slammed into the car beside him, and he went flying. His car ended up in the water, and his hands ended up in the dash. We didn’t find him for a few hours.”

You nodded, feeling sympathy and sadness flood your body for him. 

“We got him in the operating room, we did the best we could, but his hands weren’t the same. He spent a lot of time and money doing experimental procedures, one right after the other. When we unwrapped his hands after the first recovery period, he looked me in the eye and said I’d ruined him. Think about that. This man, was a man I visited in the hospital every day. I fed him, clothed him, took care of his meds, shaved him. I was his nurse and friend for weeks and the thanks I got was that.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” you offered, unsure what she wanted from you. 

“I don’t mind though because hey, we’re friends, old friends. We may have never made it as lovers but I respect the hell out of him as a doctor, college, and friend. So I don’t particularly like it when I see a random woman show up, claiming to be his soulmate and take all the credit for work I did. I had a routine, we were going to get him better, and now with you in the picture… everything will be wrong.” 

You held up your hands. “Woah, look, I don’t know what Stephen’s told you about me but I’m not here to take glory or fame or credit for anything. I’m just here because the universe told me a man needed me most. Everything you've done is fantastic, truly. He talks about you fondly, most of the time. I don’t think Stephen sees it that way at all.”

“I’m not here to try and get him back, or whatever, he’s all yours. After the things he said to me and the way he treated me, I don’t think we should talk for a while. But you, I’m just letting you know because even though we do have a history, he’s extremely trying. I just don’t want to see either of you get hurt. I don’t want you to think it’s all going to be okay, when with Stephen, it very rarely ever is. He tends to lash out even when he’s in a good mood, but now, I don’t know, it’s almost like he’s a wounded animal, just lashing out at anyone and everyone. Chances are he’s going to say something that will make you question staying. I’m not telling you how to live your life, but I don’t think Stephen could bear it if you two did become close and then you left. So you should think about that before you continue this.”

Her words stewed inside your head for a moment before you opened your mouth to speak. “I actually have two mates. It’s never been heard of, but here we are. I honestly can’t tell you who is worse. My first mate who lost function in his legs and his career, or Stephen. My first mate lost a school he had helped build, his best friend, and his sister, all at the same time he lost use of his legs. He lost nearly everything, but the only difference was, we’d already fallen in love. So it made it easier, in some sense, and harder in others. Hard to see a man I held in high esteem become drug dependent and a near alcoholic; but easier to want to help the man I love. With Stephen, I didn’t know him before the crash so what I’m getting now is just glimpses of a broken man.” You chewed on your lip before continuing. “I’m not here to hurt anyone. I think you’ve done a great job at keeping him sane and balanced, and I sincerely thank you for that. I don’t intend on leaving until I’m 100% certain he can fend for himself and he no longer wants me around. Until then, I’m in it for the long haul.” 

She smiled at you. “I’m glad to hear that, because here’s what you should know about him…” She jumped into it. She went into all of his bad habits, his quirks, his annoyances. She created a full profile for you to work with. She went into his background, explaining just how good he was at his job and just how devastating this was for him.

By the time she was done, it was evident. He was a confident, fantastic, renowned doctor, who had his career and livelihood stripped away due to a split second mistake on his part. You suddenly felt all the more sympathetic for him.

“I hope that helps you,” she finally said, “I don’t want to see any broken hearts. If you think he’s bad now, just wait until his heart breaks.” 

“I thought you two said you were never in love,” you noted, confused. 

“We weren’t, but you could do it, and you’d be the first woman to break his heart. I’d hate to see what that looks like.” 

Getting up, she smiled at you, saying, “I was wrong about you. I thought you couldn’t handle it, but I think you’ll be just what the doctor ordered.” 

Surprise colored your expression. 

You met back at the apartment with Stephen. You told him you’d had coffee with Christine. 

“Ah, did she turn you against me? Tell you how arrogant and stubborn I can be? That you’re wasting your time?” he asked, a bit jovially.

“Actually, she said I was your salvation.” 

Stephen looked up from his tablet and gave you a curious look. When you turned to make dinner, he looked back down at the tablet, smiling softly. He didn’t think you could see it, but you could.

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Livestream~ (corpse_husband x reader)

Alright, I’ve skipped ahead a few prompts because I’ve been just too excited to write out this idea and I was falling behind... so I will be going back, but I’ve skipped to my day 9 prompt. Slight (SLIGHT) exhibition. To reiterate the title, this is a oneshot about you and Corpse. I want to just say that this Corpse is him as a character and not him as a person. Think of a “fanon” version of some sorts. I know that the real Corpse is a very private person (obviously) and I would hate for him to be uncomfortable if he were to ever find this. I am really just writing this for comfort and the enjoyment of others. So, without further ado, enjoy!

Word Count: 5,958

Day 9 - Exhibition (Implied)

“Yo! YO! It’s Corpse! It’s fucking Corpse, holy shit-“

“What? Literally how?”

“I- fucking- I saw you legit go into electrical with pewds, leave, for me to then go up and find his body right next to the vent.”

“He was doing the upload task, I think, cuz’ I left him there when he was alive. You definitely self-reported.”

“Toast, you gotta believe me, it’s fucking Corpse.”

The arguments while playing this game were some of the most frustrating and yet exciting conversations you’d had in ages. Especially when it came down to the final two. That was the jackpot.

“Ah… nah, Fable, you’ve been super sus this entire round. There’s no way you did card swipe that quickly-“

“WHAT?!”

The two dings from your headset indicated that the remaining players had voted which only left you. Since Toast didn’t believe you, Corpse had this round in the bag. God. Damnit.

“Fucking- Fine. Thank god for your detective skills, Toast,” You grumbled bitterly, pouting on camera as you voted for the black avatar. Corpse’s avatar.

“You’re just mad that I figured you out..” The streamer teased, you rolling your eyes in response to his unmatched “knowledge.”

“Yeah, yeah, totally… Corpse is just too fucking good at this game, I swear to god,” You continued, definitely a little irritated that the match turned on you so fast.

It didn’t help when all you could do was helplessly watch from the other side of the screen as your purple avatar launched out into space. Oh well, it was over.

“Heh… I’m just glad you admit it,” The deep voice filled your headphones making you roll your eyes.

The screen suddenly darkened, a red gleam appearing as two characters stood next to one another. Spedicey and, who would’ve guessed, Corpse. Shocking.

“What?!” Toast exclaims.

“I can’t BELIEVE you didn’t think it was him!” Lily speaks up.

“You’re a fuckin’ idiot, Toast,” Felix almost groans, sounding slightly annoyed.

“Seriously…” You comment, smirking slightly at the groan of confusion from the man in question.

“What? Fable, you were so sus that entire round!” Toast stressed, your headphones filling with laughter as you clicked to play again.

“What do you mean?! I Iegit just scanned my card and you’re trying to call me on it! For NO good reason!” You retorted, wanting to facepalm so hard.

“I didn’t think you could do it that fast!” He yelled back, “I thought you were faking it, there was no way!”

“The only one who really struggles with card swipe here is Corpse,“ Jack cut in, you erupting in laughter at his words.

“What?- Uh- Come on, don’t do me like that…” He essentially growled into the mic, your arms erupting with goosebumps at the sound of him once again.

“That’s not true either! Jack, you know how hard card swipe is!” Valkarae stood up for the deep spoken imposter, “…but you guys both won anyway. So, whatever…”

You all simply laughed along with one another at that, the frustration fading as you mentally prepared yourself for another round of this thought-provoking game. Or… so you thought.

“Hey, can we actually hold off for a second? I need to use the bathroom-“ Lily asked, you smiling at how gentle her voice always was.

A stark contrast to the one that followed.

“Yeah, same here. Gamer bladder,” Corpse followed.

You shook your head at the later comment, clearing your throat as before leaning in towards your mic, “So, 5 minute break then?”

“Yeah.”

“Sounds good!”

“Sure, I’ll just be here.”

Felix, Rae, and Jack responded.

“…Sykunno?” You asked, having not heard his voice in awhile.

“He left to use the bathroom after he finished his tasks in the last round, texted me saying something about getting a snack,” Toast replied for him, you nodding to no one in particular but your chat.

“Got it,” You pressed the mute button for discord and turned to your face cam, “Guess I’ll run to the restroom as well, stay tuned!”

You clicked a few things to allow an ad to run across your stream, labeling it for around four minutes before reaching for your headphones. You placed them on your desk and sighed, leaning back in your chair.

You heard the door in the hallway open, smiling gently to yourself before standing from the chair. You turned towards your own closed door, taking the appropriate amount of steps to open it before peaking around the doorway.

“Hm…” You walked out slightly, turning towards the closed bathroom door and smirking before creeping out of your room and over to his.

Corpse’s room. Your boyfriend.

You and Corpse had started seeing each other a month or two into quarantine during the pandemic. Having known each other a year or two from both of your professions bringing you together under the circumstances, it seemed appropriate.

He was a real-life horror story teller, taking people’s information by email and anonymously telling their tales. You? You told mythologies of all kinds through your own renditions of the stories with art. You also managed to make the stories more light hearted and funny with a few jokes now and then, and people seemed to appreciate the humor you found in some of the topics.

Your channel name had always been Fantasized Fables, a little odd but it got your content across. Since your channel hit, your name was no secret but people liked calling you Fable.

You honestly thought it made you sound a lot more badass than you actually were.

Either way, somehow you got connect through a couple of friends and instantly clicked. Corpse was… well, Corpse. You didn’t know that you’d helped him so much when he actually told you what was going on. The endless nights where you would both be up at an ungodly hour and just dm-ing one another. It started after a few nights you both saw each other online, quickly progressing into something much bigger than that.

It got deep all the time. You both had so many thoughts about life and each other’s and your own… you felt so safe when telling this faceless internet friend all your deepest, darkest thoughts. But, you knew Corpse had more. He always told you more, you almost wanted more to comfort him over. The feelings started to fester and grow… there was no stopping how you felt about him.

The day you two actually met was never going to be forgotten, by either of you. It was unintentional, almost straight from a movie. You had, at this point, exchanged contact information and had been now calling for the majority of May. Not to mention, you both found out you lived in SoCal, only progressing  On this particular afternoon, you texted him that you were going on a coffee run to Starbucks… him saying he was going out for the first time as well.

Masked up and muffled, you of course could tell it was his voice from across the street. The slightly amplified “oh fuck” was the biggest giveaway you could’ve imagined. Your eyes looking up to find a man, dressed in complete black, chains and earrings, shaggy black hair- there was so doubt in your mind.

You called his name, his eyes looking up to find yours across the way… traffic laws weren’t going to stop the saint up to him and into his arms. A big, long, well-deserved embraced you knew the both of you needed. He had always been so kind… and gentle… him being physically there was just so… relieving.

The rest is history, and you honestly moved into his apartment as quickly as you could. You couldn’t stand him living alone like that anymore, and he obviously let you in without a second thought.

You both were extremely happy to have each other, and it just kept getting better from there.

You gently shut the door behind you, creeping over to his setup and sliding into his chair, humming softly as you watched the endless chat messages buildup along the screen and peering at the number of viewers he had now achieved.

JEEEZUS christ, 200k?! That’s insane! You thought, widening your eyes at the number on the screen.

Your streams only ever reached 90k, which was a lot more than you had expected. The number was slowly growing now, though… ever since Corpse blew up on tiktok for just posting videos of his hands.

Wild.

You clicked through a few comments, watching super comments flash along the chat as well as mods trying to attempt to get slow chat to work. You couldn’t help but slightly laugh at the struggle, turning back towards the game as a few of the avatars began bouncing around with one another. People were getting back to the game.

You were about to shift around in his seat, reaching for the keyboard to type something in game when two larger hands came gently down on your shoulders. They pushed you gently down against the chair, causing it to lean back with your body. A face moved next to your ear, lips grazing against the skin.

“Whattup Baby?~” That low voice growled, you gently flinching at the rumbling next to your ear.

You turned to find Corpse grinning down at you, his hands easing up off your body and reaching for your face. His right hand came in contact with your cheek, gently squeezing against it as he slowly walked around the chair and crouched down. To be right beneath your eye level.

“Hi..” You hummed, leaning over to press your lips against his forehead before leaning back to look in his maroon-like eyes.

“Why’re you in my chair? You need to get back to your own stream, silly~” He hummed, beginning to stand as he reached for your arm to pull you out of the chair.

You grinned, your head falling back begrudgingly as he easily pulled you from the comfortable seat.

“Wait…! I just wanted to see you…” You lightly whined, him chuckling in response as you stood on your two feet. Him replacing the spot where you had sat.

“Uhuh… and why’s that?” He teased lightly, you couldn’t help but scoff gently while your heart rate increased. He always had that effect on you.

“Well, I mean… I wanted to both congratulate and bother you about your… fucking imposter round-“ He erupted in laughter, you grinning along with him with a simple eye roll, “hey! Let me finish, it was a good round, I’ll give you that… but you threw me under the bus while doing it…! For no reason!”

He raised his brow lightly, his laughter coming to a soft chuckle as he shrugged, “I mean, I gotta keep my title as ‘too fucking good at imposter.’ Sorry, princess…”

You playfully glared in his direction, a stupid smirk spreading across his face. Your lower lip jutted out from your upper one, crossing your arms as you simply pouted in response. He huffed in response, his smirk turning to more of a smile as he reached back out for you.

“C’mere…” He grumbled, his hand grabbing your arm as he pulled you back down to the chair.

“Wait- Ah!” You almost fell against him, barely able to catch yourself against the arm rests on his chair. You looked up, slightly panicked from the sudden fall, to find Corpse smirking right back.

“Wait for what? You’re not ready for affection?” He asked softly, his hand reaching up to push a few loose strands of hair behind your ear.

“N-No, that’s not it…” You mumbled, letting your gaze fall to his chest, seeing the definition of his body through his baggy sweater.

You felt fingers press against the underside of your chin, pushing your face up to look back towards him. You felt your face flush in embarrassment, smiling nervously as his smirk had never faltered.

“You don’t look very sure of yourself…” he whispered to you.

You gently bit at the inside cheek, shrugging quickly, “C-Cuz’ I’m not…”

He chuckled deeply, leaning in slightly as he grabbed you by the lips, gently humming against your mouth as his hands gripped your sides.

You whimpered softly against him, beginning to kiss back as you readjusted yourself in his lap. You quietly wrapped your arms around the back of his neck as you leaned against him.

He chuckled softly, moving his lips against yours as his hands gently slipped up beneath the sides of your shirt and lovingly stroked at your now exposed skin.

“God, you’re so beautiful…” he whispered against you, catching your lips quickly as he continued, “You’re too perfect, fuck… too fucking perfect…”

“Corpse, I-..” You kissed him again, one of your hands reaching up towards his head as you tangled your fingers into the back of his hair.

He hummed against your mouth, squeezing your sides gently as his smily broke out into a grin. The tip of his nose pressed against yours as he sighed, “Yes, princess?~”

“Careful, we need to get back to the game…” You whispered, growing a little nervous as he chuckled.

“They can wait…” He sighed, leaning back in to press his lips back to yours, kissing you deeply once again.

You squeaked lightly, timid as ever before you kissed back. You felt his teeth grazing against your lower lip, gently nipping at the skin. You couldn’t help but slightly moan, pulling away from your lips as he trailed light kisses down your chin and along your jaw.

He was going for your neck, getting there before you could express any protest. You sighed loudly as his lips connected to the skin right below your ear, gently growling against you as you felt a slight wet sensation lick against your earlobe. You shivered, the side of your face falling to the top of his head as he continued his attack on your neck.

“Fuck, Corpse~”

“God, you sound so beautiful baby… you keep acting like this and after the stream? I’ll have no choice but to-“

The desk behind you started vibrating in loud, long buzzes. Both of you freezing in your spots as you turned over your shoulder to find Corpse’s phone lighting up with a phone call.

You quirked your brow, “Who’d be calling you this early in the morning?”

It was 12 pm, you both had woken up at 10 am to actually get ready in time to stream. It wasn’t early for the world, but it was early for this apartment.

“I don’t know… weird,” He leaned forward in his chair, you holding tight against his chest as he grabbed the phone and brought it towards the two of you.

You both looked down at the contact name on the screen, your eyes widening at the name that read.

“Why- hm…” Corpse quickly swiped to answer the call, holding the speaker up to his ear, “Hey Rae, everything okay-“

He stopped suddenly mid sentence, his eyes widening as his cheeks lit up in a bright red. It had to have been the most embarrassed you’d ever seen him, his eyes falling to yours as you read the panic within them.

“R-Right- shit… s-sorry- I-I’ll turn it down now… bye,“ He quickly brought the phone away, immediately hanging up as his eyes flashed towards the chat function on his stream.

“Is… Is everything okay…?” You asked hesitantly, leaning over slightly to read for yourself what people had to say. Did something happen in chat while you guys were preoccupied?

Corpse didn’t respond, his eyes just scanned what the letters read on screen. You frowned, you confusion growing by the second. He hit a button on the keyboard, did he just unmute?

A strained laugh left his mouth, falling back in the chair with you still in his arms. His eyes found yours, his lips slowly turning to a grin before he laughed one of the hardest laughs you had yet to hear from him.

Your eyes widened, completely baffled at this point.

“Corpse, please- What happened?”

“We- We- AHA! We were unmuted!! That ENTIRE time!” He cackled, his hand landing on his chest to almost support him in some way.

You, on the other hand, went from complete befuddlement to absolute humiliation. There was no way THAT was just heard by hundreds upon thousands of people. No fucking way.

“Wh-What??” You began to panic, reaching for his broad shoulders and gently holding onto them, “Wh-What are you even t-talking about?!”

He gently gripped onto you in return, readjusting you against him as he held you there. His laughter died down before he leaned forward and pressed a kiss against your nose.

You both were open that you were in a relationship, people knew… but, that doesn’t mean you necessarily wanted them to hear..

“Hey, baby, don’t worry… it could’ve been a lot worse… We’re fine~” he reassured, your brow still tensed from your worry. You knew the worst had already happened when he blew up, but how would they use his voice in that kind of tone…

You didn’t want to think about it too much. Not jealous, more just… weirded out. Who knew how people would use your voice in that tone either? You didn’t dwell on it.

“Ah, o-okay… yeah, nothing we need to worry about now,” You nodded with him, his gentle features turning to a warm smile. He brought his hand up to your cheek, his thumb gently swiping across your skin as he hummed.

“Mhm, all is fine… I promise,” He mumbled to you, leaning in softly to press his lips back against your forehead.

You sighed, pausing against him for a moment before leaning away, “Well… p-probably shouldn’t keep them waiting m-much longer…”

Corpse raised his brow gently smiling sadly in agreement with a slight nod. He gently reached for your hips once again, holding them gently as he helped hoist you back onto your two feet. You yelped softly as you let yourself be lifted, extending your two legs to meet the floor.

You stood still for a moment, your eyes meeting his as you timidly smiled, “S-Sorry about the mic thing… I should’ve stayed in my stream.”

You nervously laughed, his smile never faltering as yours broke out into a grin. Your slight guilt written all over your features.

“No, no, you’re totally fine… don’t apologize,” He hummed, his thumbs gently pressing against your hips as he kept reassuring.

“Okay, haha… now we’ll never forget to check our mics,” You winked softly, your hands grabbing onto his larger ones and squeezing them gently in return.

“Haha… never,” He nodded softly, tilting his head gently to the side as he simply watched you.

You sighed, begrudgingly pulling his hands from your hips as you took a small step away. You gently bounced on the balls of your feet, awkwardly putting your hands together behind your back.

“Hm… well! I- uh… will see you in game…” You smiled, his body turning in his chair as he leaned his chin against two of his fingers that you had freshly reapplied black nail polish that night before.

His brow raised quizzically at you, the damn smirk playing at his lips once again. His fingers flexed slightly, his hands following the motion. You could see the veins running down his wrist from where you stood.

He briefly chuckled, “Yeah… I’ll see you there, baby…”

With that, he turned back towards his screen while you didn’t hesitate towards the door. You walked over and grabbed the handle, briefly turning back to the darkened man on the screen, clicking away at the bursts of notifications he was getting from discord.

Oops.

“I love you-“ You flushed, his eyes pulling away from his screen to find you in the doorway. You could see the tint of pink along his cheeks in the darkness of the room.

“…I love you too. Hurry though, Rae is flipping out-“ He laughed, you not wasting a second more to close the door and bound back over to your recording room.

You shut the door behind you, looking up towards your brightened monitor and feeling your breath catch in your chest. You could see your chat blowing up from here, your phone lighting up with MULTIPLE notifications… God, what an unfortunate mistake for Corpse to have made.

You quicken your pace back to your chair, sliding in and putting your headphones back atop of your head. Your camera had come back on in the time you were gone, giving the device a nervous grin before turning towards the game.

“S-Sorry guys, didn’t mean to take that long- uhm…” Your eyes scanned over the chat, not surprised to find it full of caps-locked comments screaming about what happened on Corpse’s stream.

You sighed nervously, your eyes now finding your discord application notifying you that you had… almost fifty notifications?! You mentally had to roll your eyes, quickly turning back towards the camera with a sheepish smile.

“I- uh… I have to go for another minute- B-Be right back!” You laughed, turning on another ad before mentally cursing at yourself. God damnit- your eyes scanned over the viewers on your stream.

What the shit- when did I get 30k viewers?! What the hell?! Of course this is when your viewers decide to spike.

You groaned to yourself, your head falling to your hand as the other reached for your mouse. You clicked to your discord, slowly… but surely, un-deafened your mic.

“OH. MY. GOD. You FUCKING dumbass!” Rae yelled as soon as you unmuted, flinching at the pitch to her tone. It felt like you were being scolded.

“What?! I can’t show my girlfriend some love?!” Corpse replied, not yelling but a definite inflection in his tone.

“No! Nothing wrong with that! But CHECK your MIC next time!!” She laughed loudly. Oh my god.

“Jesus Christ, dude… or at least lower the sensitivity significantly…” Jack spoke up, almost sounding disappointed.

“Ey, welcome back, Fable-“ Felix spoke up, the cheeky grin evident in his tone.

What a fucking asshole-

“FABLE!”

“Oh my god-“

“You guys can’t wait til after stream?!”

“Wait, what am I joining into…?” A new voice intervened, interrupting Rae, Toast, and Lily.

Charlie, what a man, coming in at the worst time.

“H-Hey Charlie…” You spoke up in a greeting.

“Wha- Wait! Answer the question, Fable!” Lily squealed, a groan leaving your mouth as you fell towards your mic.

“I’m sorry! I-I really didn’t mean for it to happen! I had no clue-“

“Yeah, wait, this isn’t on Fable. She just went to go visit Corpse in the other room, guys, chill…” Felix actually stuck up for you, your face lifting in surprise as his words.

“Uh- yeah, actually, I guess that’s fair,” Jack commented, you nervously laughing in response.

“I… am so sorry to all of you,” You apologized softly, a gentle chorus of laughs following your meek apology.

“No, no, no, you’re so fine. You guys weren’t trying to broadcast whatever… that was…” Sykunno hummed awkwardly, you laughing lightly at his uncertainty.

“It was a poor mistake on my part, I’m sorry, Fable…” Corpse spoke up, you grinning at the sound of his voice.

“N-No worries… hey, we already went over this in person. Can we get back to the game?” You grumbled, another fit of laughter through the group at your excusing of the situation.

“Ahaha, yeah let’s get back into it,” Toast replied, the sound of his mouse clicking lightly being heard in the call.

You sighed, deafening yourself once again and turning back on your stream, “Hey everyone, yep… yep, everything’s fine. No worries, I promise, haha. We took a break for a little longer than expected, but we’re back!”

You un-deafened and were met with sound of a very very confused Charlie, “Wait… so… no one’s going to explain to me what happened?”

You all erupted into loud laughter, you falling back slightly in your chair as you cackled. The first voice to come back was Rae, shockingly.

“Don’t worry, Charlie… we’ll tell you later,” She snickered, you laughing along as you came back to your keyboard.

“So… we can start now, though?” Toast spoke up once again.

You began to give confirmations of “yes” with soft ‘yeah’s and ‘mhm’s. Lazy, but it got the point across.

“Cool, starting the next round…” He clicked play again and the countdown began.

“Alright, everyone, remember to MUTE your mics!” Jack spoke up, you rolling your eyes in response as Corpse’s laugh raised above the rest.

“Will do. Thanks,” He chuckled, a louder laugh sounding through the call once again from all mics.

Your screen turned dark, the red avatar of the Among Us character moving to shush you from the screen. You sighed, watching it turn dark again.

“Yeah- yeah, you’re welcome!” Jack played along, grinning softly at the joke as the screen began lighting up once against.

Your screen displayed your avatar next to Corpse’s, the bright red letters of “Imposter” reading across the computer. You raised your eyebrows, making sure you were completely muted on call before chuckling.

“Oh… Hell yeah. Let’s go…”

[voltronseatbelts]

Untitled Bounty Hunter AU Excerpt

Summary:

Someone put a bounty on Keith Kogane’s head. Space grifter Lance McClain intends to collect that, but nobody told him exactly who he’s delivering to the doorstep of the Galra Empire. And just how cute his ass is.

Word Count: 1.7k

Rating: Mature

Keith keeps a hand in Lance's coat pocket as they trudge through the whistling snow. Lance grins wickedly under the scarf pulled over his nose from the bar to Blue, only widening when Keith crowds against his back as he fumbles with the keys.

"Your ship uses keys?" Keith asks incredulously, but his voice is gruff against the wind and sends a thrill down Lance's spine.

"Hey, she's a high-functioning antique. I take spectacular care of her, so I won't have you insulting my Blue," Lance says as the door finally swings open. He turns around in Keith's arms and steps inside backwards, tugging him along.

It's a right fucking shame, really, this night won't actually end how Keith's dark smirk clearly wants it to. And, evidently, how the zipping under Lance's skin wants when Keith shuts out the Zarian tundra and pulls Lance in by his waist.

Like, the first time Lance finds someone who’s not covered in fur or frightening claws, someone who oddly looks so much like him, and he has other plans. What the fuck, fate?

This Keith Kogane is by no means an inexperienced kisser. It's evident in the way he angles them, bites at Lance's lower lip to trick him into slipping some good old tongue in. Lance groans into it, even as they hastily shed off their outer layers and Lance guides them--trips them--towards the back of the ship.

He breaks away at the short set of stairs leading to the lower deck and drags Keith down by his wrist. Blue kind of lacks doors, so there's only a few more steps before they reach the edge of the sprawling king bed complete with the most luxurious red silk sheets this side of the quadrant.

Keith stops running his hands enticingly down Lance's sides and raises an eyebrow at the bed. He doesn't even need to use words, because Pidge and Hunk have commented the same thing one too many times. Seriously? This is what you devote your limited floor space to?

"What? You're not going to be mocking it when I have you on it," Lance says.

Keith rolls his eyes—in a way that completely shouldn't send heat down his navel, but shamefully does—and goes in for another kiss, hands beginning to roam again.

Lance almost loses himself in the feeling of it, in Keith rucking up his shirt to find the grooves of his hips and, in turn, the dimples on his back right below his waistband. When they start to stray farther, he starts and snatches them away before they can feel the handcuffs still in his left back pocket.

Keith leans back, puzzled, but Lance smirks coolly and entwines their fingers, the leather of Keith’s gloves rough against his palms. God, what kind of guy wears fingerless gloves?

"Didn't take you for handsy," he hums.

"Only because you're slow," Keith scoffs.

"Yeah?"

Keith tilts his chin up in defiance, and that's all Lance needs to use his leverage to push Keith back until his knees buckle on the mattress edge. He flops down, their hands releasing as he catches himself on his elbows.

"It's all about foreplay anyway, Keith." He clambers on top, bracketing Keith's hips with his thighs and kissing the side of his neck. He nips at the skin with a little pride when Keith's breath hitches. "Feel bad for your other fucks if this is how you treat them."

"I don't—ah, I don't have other one-night stands," Keith replies, hands clenching in the sheets as Lance works his love bite.

He straightens abruptly. "Wait, really?"

"It's not a big deal," Keith scowls. "But I just accomplished something big on a mission, so I figured I'd treat myself."

And, really, maybe Lance should be worried at just how well their conversation and current...shenanigans are going, because a good 70 percent of him screams to just forget the bounty and go through with his next line:

"Guess I should reward you then, eh?"

But the rest, the reasonable 30 percent, bellows something like, Four million! Four million! Think of how many blasters you can weld to Blue with four million! Or the food he can buy, the clothes, and the trip he can plan back to Earth, the look on his mother's face when he lands for the first time in a decade on their front lawn—

Yeah, no, Lance has a job to do. There's no more time to waste. Not even on admiring the mark blooming just under Keith's ear.

He kisses Keith hard again, hellbent on working him up as he subtly scoots him up the bed. If Keith’s breathy moans and barely restrained hip rolls are anything to go by, it’s succeeding, though with the unfortunate side effect of sending Lance into a bit of a spiral, too.

When Keith relaxes against the pillows, Lance goes down with him. He runs his hands down Keith’s chest and yanks his shirt up his chest, and Keith pauses to pull it the rest of the way over his head.

Lance whistles, admiring the obviously conditioned muscles. Aged and fresh scars criss-cross the skin, including a slash of mutilated skin on his shoulder, but Lance is no stranger to the physical reminders of the Galra Empire.

Keith smirks anew at Lance’s distracted staring and doesn’t hold back when he rolls his hips.

“Jesus fucking Christ, who are you, and how did you get in my bed,” Lance groans.

“’m Keith,” Keith replies.

“Don’t be a smartass, that’s my job.” Lance glowers, but his attempt at daggering Keith into submission fails when he repeats the same friction—and if Lance lets this go on any longer, there’s no way he’ll survive.

So, he kisses him again, rougher and more unsteady than the last. He takes the chance to run his hands over Keith’s shoulders, down to his biceps, forearms, until Lance presses his hands into the silk. In the next breath, when Keith moans lewdly into his mouth, he takes both of Keith’s hands and raises them over his head.

Keith just whines, sufficiently distracted, as Lance gathers both wrists into one hand and reaches behind himself. He extracts the handcuffs from his pocket, brings them up to the pillow—

And snaps it over one of Keith’s wrists. Before Keith registers the cold metal, Lance snaps the other, and the tinny click activates the magnetic strips. In the next second, the handcuffs zap themselves to the metal wall of Blue, a low buzz indicating just how well Keith is now stuck.

Keith drops his head to the pillow and cranes backward to see the faintly glowing handcuffs. He looks back at Lance with a raised brow and quizzical eye.

“Shouldn’t kinks be something you discuss beforehand?” he asks flatly, still panting.

“Less kinky, more captured,” Lance says. “Guess you’re a different kind of fucked now, aren’t you?”

Keith’s smirk drops into confusion, understanding, and twists into outrage.

“Fuck you,” he hisses, yanking against the handcuffs hard enough to carve bruises. It sends the buzz into varying octaves with each attempt, but Pidge has truly done excellent work on them. They don’t even budge.

“’S no use, buddy, they’re a Holt creation,” Lance shrugs, sitting back on his haunches to appreciate his handiwork. “And it’s a shame, really. If you were anyone else, I’d definitely be blowing you right now. But you’re Keith Kogane, and there’s a bounty on your head for four million GAC with my name on it.”

With that, he climbs off the bed, righting his shirt and smoothing his hair back into place while Keith gasps and struggles on the bed. He’s still shirtless, his hair wild against the pillows. A forlorn part of Lance simmers with want, but he forces himself to look away.

“Think I might upgrade my baby to a key fob when I turn you into the Galra Empire,” he says instead, clearing his throat. “I don’t know what you did to piss them off enough to offer that bounty, but I’m gonna collect the shit out of it.”

At that, Keith falls limply against the sheets, alarm spreading through his wide eyes and breathing heavily.

“Lance, don’t—”

“Now, don’t mind me, I just need to pat you down a little.”

“You’re not fucking turning me in.”

“And why not?” Lance scoffs, starting at Keith’s ankles and working his way up. “I won, fair and square. I need that money.”

“You don’t understand, they’ll kill me—”

“What the Galra do is none of my business. I just collect the checks, man.”

“They’ll kill everyone—”

“Cut the sob story, this isn’t Space Dr. Phil.”

“I can’t believe I was about to fuck you, you asshole.”

“That was my genius plan.” He feels Keith’s thighs maybe a little too enthusiastically as he reaches the belt slung over his hips. “Oh, hello. Jackpot.”

He undoes the buckle and slips it off. The supple brown leather dangles from his hand with the weight of a peculiar black sheath.

“Lance—”

He admires the well-crafted hilt before sliding the blade carefully from its home, resting the curved, cool metal in his palms.

“That is one helluva dagger,” he says, turning it over. “It’s gotta be expensive, could treat my friends to a nice dinner with it, maybe…”

An emblem on the hilt catches his attention. His stomach swoops as he studies the strange insignia, a set of purple lines carved into black. It feels familiar. No, he’s definitely seen it before, though he honestly can’t—

No, no, he can. He does.

A massive, bloodstained sword skitters into the path of his feet, only inches away from his bare toes.  His eyes whip up to the scaly Galra thrown to the floor, a cry wrenched out of her upon impact.

She turns her torn face to him and hoarsely shouts, “Go, go! Join the others!”

He reaches for the sword, marveling at the glowing purple insignia embedded into the hilt, but a sentry thunders down the hallway. As it raises its spear and plunges it straight into her chest, he wails and stumbles the other way.  

Lance blinks, and the memory dissipates, leaving behind phantom terror coursing through his chest.

“Holy shit!” he yelps, tossing the blade onto the bed and hopping back several paces. He gapes at Keith, at Keith, whoever the fuck Keith is. “You didn’t fucking tell me you’re a—a member of the Blade of Marmora!”

[moved2anotherplace12345]

a harvest

to commemorate the end of Virgo season and welcome Libra season, I wanna tell a story I wrote at the end of August and finally got to reread. may your Libra seasons bring you blessings a thousand times over! My small hands cupped the tiny plant and I slid its stem between my fingers. Holy shit, I must have thought, I just found the fucking jackpot. All around me, I found myself—by sheer accident, which I understood as fate—in a bed of these lucky plants growing in the grassy patch on the edge of my elementary school where I knew all kinds of mysterious things grew. I was so thrilled, I wanted to roll all over them to believe in them, to roll around in them to believe in their realness more and more. But mostly, I wanted to pick them all immediately. Keep them for myself and store luck in glass containers on my windowsill for the rest of my life, plucking another whenever I wanted, whenever I needed. “Look! Come on! Pick them!” I demanded to my friend, because I was the kind of child who yanked her friends to follow her every momentary and sudden interest. I was convinced I had won some kind of lottery. The kind that people stumble into and can only win on accident, but I was different. I was picked, I was destined for this and was destined to win. And I did, win. My friend peered down at me and crouched to the ground. She plucked one of the lucky plants from the blanket of them, tearing its stem in two and pulling the upper part of its beheaded body closer to her face. “These aren’t clovers.” I continued picking frantically like my life depended on accumulating these little plants, like I would never have the chance again to ever be this lucky and that if I missed out on this, I would face a lifetime of luckless despair. “They’re– what do you mean?” “These have three leaves, not four.” I shook my head while continuing to pick them, chuckling to myself and at her expense. “Yeah, that’s what makes them lucky.” “No, clovers are lucky, the ones that have four leaves. These are shamrocks. They’re not lucky. They have three.” “They have…?” I trailed off without finishing, and managed to communicate I was asking a question even still. As I stared at the bunch of three-leaved plants crushed into my small palm, the truth dawned on me, that these little plants were just little plants that could bring me small joys, but no lifetime of luck. Even if I tucked them away into jars that I kept until I died, they would be organisms living their lives of growing toward the sun and emitting absolutely nothing extraordinary to me. And if I were to do that, more likely than not I would stare at them with disappointment knowing that for some faraway and brief moment in my life, I breathed them in and tore them from the earth with supernatural expectations, and they would only keep growing toward the sun. “Oh.” I stood up all of a sudden, a little clumsy and somehow reminiscent of the way men straighten their backs when a woman catches them making a mistake. Even more like men, I began to spite the tiny plants for my pain. I threw them back into the ground with the rest of them like I was spitting. Now, years later, those plants I mutilated, believing they would serve me and bring me eternal fortune to no benefit of their own, likely rotted over the course of two weeks. They may have disintegrated over several months, browning under the sun and baking into the soil beneath them, seeping into the ground and releasing nutrients where there laid a bed of dozens if not hundreds of them sprouting and growing before they all got uprooted when the school was elected for renovations the year after. I’m certain they brought nourishment to somewhere, for some time—and that it wasn’t meant for me, at any time. I would fill jars with other objects that brought me blessings instead of fortune, the cells of these little plants would morph and fertilize the soil for growth whether they meant to or not, and we would live together that way. We would live like that.

[sevenbangtanbabes-blog]

copycat

an: so I listened to ‘copycat’ by billie eilish for the first time today and this popped into my head. i’m not 100% sure what this even is lmao. let me know what you think, feedback is greatly appreciated.  ♡ ♡ ♡

⚬ min yoongi x reader ⚬

⚬ angst - fluff  ⚬

⚬ 2671 words ⚬

⚬ Thieves!Yoongi & Reader ⚬

⚬ warnings: cursing, hints at sexual situations  ⚬

Yoongi dropped down from his perch, falling onto crouched knees, palm resting on the floor. He quickly surveyed the area, checking to make sure the security guard had turned the corner, signaling Yoongi had a good 15 minutes to get the job done.

Yoongi secured the black face mask around the lower half of his face and lifted his hood up around his head; he then pulled his backpack around his shoulder to dig through the well stocked bag. He unzipped it, and was met with a plethora of items that he was truly shocked made it through security as easily as they did.

Those idiots really should check the bags better, he thought with a small smirk.

Yoongi rooted around through backpack, pushing aside neatly coiled ropes, pea-sized explosives that pack more of a punch than one would expect, and a few foreign money notes left over from his last job, until he found what he was looking for.

He pulled out a small glass breaking tool, and museum map he acquired from the lobby on his way in.

He studied the map one final time before he began walking towards the exhibit that housed his prize for the night.

The museum had recently received a collection of ancient artifacts from an anonymous donor; the focal point being a small bejeweled crown that was just valued at - well, a lot of money to say the least. So much money that Yoongi wouldn’t have to pull another job for a long, long time.

Yoongi rounded the corner into the exhibit, pausing to make sure the coast was clear beforehand. He spotted the display cases a few feet away, the crown glittering in the dim lighting of the security beams.

“Jackpot.” Yoongi murmured, a smile leaching its way onto his face. Walking until he’s only a few steps from the glass box housing the crown, Yoongi lifted his hand, still clutching the tool, raising it to strike the box when -

A noise a few feet away stopped him cold. A ghostly chuckle echoed through the darkened room, causing him to drop his hand and spin around, searching for the source. He knew, of course, exactly who it was.

“Dammit, Y/N.” He growled, eyes cutting through the darkness. Of-fucking-course you would try to take this out from under him.

“Hey, Yoongs.” Your voice called out softly from somewhere in front of him, seeming to come from just outside of the exhibit doors. “What’re up to?”

“You know damn well that I claimed this job, Y/N.” Yoongi said back, pointing an accusing finger into the darkness - at wherever you were hiding.  

“And you know damn well that I don’t care. I’ll be walking out with that crown tonight.” Yoongi quietly followed your voice back out into the hallway. Another laugh from you led him further away from his prize, and closer to the wall that you had to be crouched behind.

Yoongi rounded the corner, expecting to surprise you, but was met with nothing. Yoongi dropped his arms, hanging them limply at his arms, head cocking to the side in confusion.

“What the fuck?” He murmured, and looked closer at the scene before him, eyes widening in realization when they met a small, almost imperceptible two-way radio resting on the floor in front of him.

The next noise he heard was the loud shattering of the glass case in the other room, causing him to turn on his heel, and race back into the exhibit.

“Shit, shit, shit.” He repeated running back into the room and stopping cold. There you stood, leaning against the display case and crown in hand, a shit eating grin on your face.

“You’re losing you touch, Yoongs.” You tsked, removing your bag from your shoulder and shoving the tiara into it. “Looks like I won this one -”

The screeching of the alarm cut you off, causing both you and Yoongi to stare at each other with wide eyes.

“You didn’t knock out the alarms?” He asked accusingly, heart beating fast in his chest.

“You didn’t even know I was here! I thought you did!” You shot back, quickly gathering all of your things. “Come on.”

Together, you raced back into the hallway, checking for the quickest route to escape.

“This way.” Yoongi grabbed your hand, tugging you along an unfamiliar hallway. Hearts pumping fast, you maneuvered around statues and displays, trying to make an easy getaway.

“Emergency exit’s coming up on our right, it’ll be in the next room.” Yoongi said quickly, exertion bleeding through his voice. You nodded, following his lead without question.

“This one.” He jerked his head to the right, and you both went to turn into the room when a voice called out from behind you.

“Freeze!” A male’s voice called harshly. “Turn around - slowly.”

Yoongi stopped at the command, jerking you to a stand with him, something very unlike him. Normally, he would have kept running, and not stopped until you both were in the clear. Still facing away from the guard, you shot a quick look to his face.

“What are you doing?” You hissed, tugging your hand out of his, but he kept a deathly tight grip on you. “Let’s go.”

Yoongi gave a small, but forceful shake of his head.

“They arm the guards here.” He murmured, peeking down at you over his face mask. “If we move, he’ll shoot.”

You felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over you. In any other situation, this fact wouldn’t affect you, you could handle yourself, but the thought of Yoongi getting shot turned your blood to ice within your veins.

“Turn around very slowly, Y/N. Don’t let go of my hand.” Yoongi squeezed your hand once for reassurance, and then began to turn. You followed his lead, keeping your face angled towards the ground.

“Yoongi, I - I’m not wearing a vest.” You murmured, referring to the thin bulletproof vest you normally wore out on jobs; you hadn’t expected to need it at a museum of all places. His hand tightened even more at your words. “Are you?”

He gave a short nod, before subtly angling his body in front of yours. The security guard raised his gun at the small movement.

“Do not move.” The guard shouted at Yoongi. Now that you could see his face, you realized how young he looked. He was holding his gun straight out in front of him, but it wavered slightly in his grasp.

“He’s new.” You whispered to the man standing next to you. “I bet anything this is his first time in a situation like this.”

Yoongi mulled over your words for a moment, before making a small grunt of agreeance. He shifted his shoulder, moving his backpack closer to the your arm that was hidden from view, resting behind his back. You slowly shifted your arm up, quietly unzipping the bag and reaching in for the small, explosive beads you knew he kept within it.

Slowly bringing your hand back out of his bag, you rolled a few of them between your fingers, before slipping them into Yoongi’s waiting hand. He clutched them tightly, waiting for the right moment.

“Now, I want you both to step away from each other.” The security guard called, stepping closer to the pair of you. Yoongi released your hand, and stepped forward to the guard, causing the guard to cock his gun.

“Hey, man. Chill out. We aren’t going to hurt you.” Yoongi raised his eyebrows at the man, feigning innocence. “Just cuff us, you’ve got us fair and square. We know when to give up.”

You could see hesitation flash within the guards eyes, but eventually he lowered his gun. The moment he stepped forward and his hand began reaching for the handcuffs resting on his hip, Yoongi’s arm shot out, throwing the sensitive, powerful beads in the air. Immediately, he ran back to you, throwing his arms around you and -

BOOM.

Yoongi tried to hold onto you, but his body soon flew back off you, the blast proving to be too strong. The explosion shook the entire room, sending artwork flying off the wall and causing statues to fracture.

Ears ringing, you sat up off the ground a grunt, having been blown onto your back when the bombs went off. You rolled your shoulder, feeling a little sore but no more worse for wear. You spotted Yoongi a few feet behind you, having been flung further than you.

“Yoongi.” You coughed, crawling over to him. His eyes were closed, and his mask had slipped down his face, revealing a small cut on his cheek. You shook his shoulder a bit, but he did not move. “Yoongi.”

Fear ricocheted throughout your entire being. He couldn’t be - no, you wouldn’t even think the words.

“Yoongi, oh my god, wake up.” You called again, tears welling up in your eyes. “Min Yoongi, I swear to god, you cannot do this.”

You leaned your head down to rest against his chest, pressing tightly against it and you listened. For the faint noise that would tell you he was ok, that noise that would restart your own heart.

For a moment, nothing. There was nothing, and you almost cried out, feeling your heart break when -

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

Your strangled cry of relief ripped itself from your voice, and you sat back, rubbing your hands over your face, trying to keep the tears of happiness from breaking free.

“Holy shit.” Yoongi coughed, groaning as he sat up, rubbing the back of his head. “I forgot how powerful those fuckers were.”

You slowly removed your hands from your face, glaring at him. He only gave you a small smile in return, opening his arms to his sides a bit. You shot forward, burying your face against his neck and flinging your arms around him. His own arms wound themselves around your waist, holding you tightly.

“I’m ok.” He murmured, rubbing your back under your bag soothingly. “I’m fine.”

You nodded against his neck, taking a deep breath before pulling back. Yoongi smoothed your tousled hair back away from your face, and rested his palm against your cheek. You leaned into his touch, placing your own hand against the back of his.

A strangled groan a few feet away shattered the moment, snapping you both back to reality and the gravity of the situation. Your head snapped around, spotting the guard at the end of the hallway, beginning to shift.

“We need to go.” Yoongi told you, and pulled you to your feet. While he walked over to grab his bag that had been flung from him in the blast, you pulled yours around to the front, to check to make sure the crown was unharmed. It was now fully unzipped, which made you frown, not understanding how that could have happened; realization hit you when you looked and the tiara was nowhere to be found.

“What the hell?” Your head snapped up to Yoongi, who stood a few feet away, arms crossed in front of him, wearing the same grin you had given him earlier. “Really, Yoongi?”

Yoongi only shrugged, dropping his arms, allowing you to see the crown dangling from his long fingers. Anger shot through your expression, which only made Yoongi’s grin widen.

“Here.” He sighed, stretching the arm holding the crown out in front of him. “It was wrong of me to take it. Here.”

You gave him a cautious look, before taking a couple steps over to him. You held out your arm, intending to grab the crown, but Yoongi’s other hand shot out and grabbed your arm, tugging you to him tightly.

“Sike.” He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, before turning on his heel and racing out of the emergency exit, crown still in hand.

Shocked, you simply stood there amongst the rubble, before another groan from the guard made you come to your senses and race out the exit into the quiet night.

Shoving the key into your apartment door, you turned the knob and sighed. Tonight had not gone to plan.

You threw your empty bag on the ground next to you, and flipped on the light switch, illuminating your living room. The sight you saw as light flooded the room made a frown twitch onto your lips.

Yoongi was sat in his chair, crown sat in his lap, with the widest grin on his face. He looked extremely pleased with himself, and that pissed you off immensely.

“I had it, Yoongi. If your ass hadn’t forgotten to turn the alarms off, it would’ve been mine.” You huffed, making your way over to him. You picked up the crown from his lap, flinging it onto a nearby table.

“Careful!” He exclaimed, giving you an exasperated look. His expression soon changed as you sat down on his lap, your legs straddling his waist.

Yoongi smiled softly, resting his hands on your hips.

“What does that make the score?” Yoongi asked teasingly, referring to the ongoing tally you two kept of who actually ends up completing the jobs the two of you received. You would often compete for the same jobs, trying to beat out the other for the loot. You had jokingly named it ‘copycat’, because both of you often tried the exact same methods to try to beat the other.

“Oh, shut up. You’re barely ahead of me.” You mumbled, dropping your head to his shoulder. He chuckled at your dismay, sliding one arm around your waist, and the other up your side, until he reached your neck.

Yoongi tilted your head back, and leaned his face down to yours, lips barely brushing against your own.

“Better luck next time, baby.” He whispered, leaning in to kiss you deeper.

You wound your arms securely around his neck, pressing tighter against Yoongi’s chest. The  movement made him groan, and your lips twitched into a smile against his at the sound, an idea making its way into your head.

You broke away from him for a moment, staring into his eyes, noting the barely concealed lust swirling in them. You leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss against the corner of his mouth before trailing down his jawline, and onto the soft skin of his neck. Yoongi dropped his head back, angling it to give you more room. You sucked at the spot just under his ear that you knew drove him crazy, the moan he gave in return confirming he was right where you wanted him.

Slowly, you dropped one of your hands from around his neck, and slid it ever-so-leisurely down his chest. Stopping just above his dark jeans, you pulled at his belt, causing him to jerk his hips up against you. Moving your hand down even further, you let it hover above his lap, barely brushing against him. You knew he wanted - no, needed you to make a move.

“Baby,” He panted, making your eyes scan up his body to meet his. He was biting down on his lower lip, looking at you with dark, needy eyes. “Do something.”

At his words, you leaned down closely to his ear, pressing a final kiss to the skin underneath it.

“Yoongi…” You whispered, making him moan. “Sike.”

You leaned back after repeating his words from earlier, and hopped off his lap like the last few minutes never even happened.

“I’m going to take a shower. I smell like smoke.” You called behind, you giving him final glance and a wicked smile. Yoongi was still sat in his chair, slack jawed and eyes narrowed.

As soon as you disappeared into the small bathroom and he heard the shower switch on, he dropped his head back, shaking it softly. A small smile spread across his lips as he thought about the nights events.

Though the two of you may not be the most normal couple, he knew he wouldn’t change your lives for anything.

[whimsical-ness]

Jackpot | Sehun

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◇ Genre: What Happens In Vegas! AU, More Love/Hate (oops)

◇ Summary: A night of drunken fun in Vegas leads to you accidentally getting married to a tall, smirky stranger named Oh Sehun. Things get even more complicated when you hit a $2 million jackpot—neither of you can keep your share of the money unless you try and make the marriage work. 

◇ Word Count: 4.7k

“Promise me you aren’t going to think about anything this weekend,” said your best friend Nat sternly, blocking the way into your hotel room with her outstretched arm. You rolled your eyes. 

“I’m serious, Y/N. We didn’t come all the way to Vegas to have you be uptight and stressed out. We’re here to have fun, got it?” You laughed at the desperation in her voice. “Okay, okay Nat. Promise. No thinking about work, no thinking about him,” you said. 

Nat sighed in relief, handing you the room pass with a wink. “Then let’s go get ready for a wild night.”

“I’m taking the shower first,” you called, striding into the bathroom. You undressed and stepped into the hot shower with a sigh, letting the water wash away your worries.

You had a lot of worries.

The biggest one was, probably, that your boyfriend of a year had cheated on you, a fact you had found out just last week. On top of that, your boss was being a complete asshole at work, and had relentlessly piled work up on your already tired shoulders. You had no time to even breathe.

Nat had noticed that you were basically on the verge of a nervous meltdown, and so had insisted on taking this spontaneous trip to Vegas for the weekend to lift your spirits. And you were determined to let your hair down, for just once.

You were pulled from your thoughts as you heard Nat scream. “Shit, Nat, what’s wrong?” you yelled, hurriedly wrapping a towel around your body. 

You burst out of the bathroom, brandishing your curling iron as a weapon. Your mouth dropped as you saw Nat tackling a man onto the bed. “What the hell?”

You nearly jumped out of your skin as you heard someone approach you from behind. It was another man, and this time, you screamed, pushing him away. “For fucks’ sake. Leave him alone, what are you doing?” he yelled at Nat.

“Who the hell are you and what are you doing in our room?” you said defensively, pulling your towel tighter around yourself. 

“Your room? This is ours!” he said, running his hand through his hair. Nat crossed her arms across her chest. “Why the fuck would the hotel give us the same room?” “I don’t know, lady. But I think I’m going to go find out before you murder me,” the shorter man said, rolling his eyes, scrambling off the bed from Nat’s wrath.

Turns out, your hotel had somehow double booked your room. But with some sweet-talking—courtesy of the taller guy—the manager agreed to let you stay in the penthouse suite as an apology. He even handed you VIP passes to all of the city’s hot spots. 

The tall, dark-haired man smirked at your evident awe. “You girls are welcome. Thanks to us, you are now about to have the night of your lives.”

As you soon found out, his name was Sehun, while his shorter friend was called Junmyeon. 

They seemed like a whole bunch of trouble and bad decisions. Which was, frankly, just what you needed. Plus, who would be stupid enough to give up those free VIP passes?

And so that night, you and Nat found yourselves having the time of your lives with two strangers you’d met just that afternoon.

You were chauffeured to casino after casino in a sleek black limo, had dinner in a Michelin star restaurant—and got more drunk than you ever had in your entire life.

You hadn’t meant to. Really. But you hadn’t anticipated Oh Sehun.

“What are you doing in Vegas?” you asked him. “I got fired,” he replied, throwing back his head as he swallowed a shot. “What about you?” 

“My boyfriend cheated on me,” you said, shrugging, staring out at the view in front of you. Rooftop access at one of the city’s most luxurious hotels was now something to tick off your bucket list. All thanks to a room mishap.

“Okay, we’re going to need more drinks,” said Sehun, and waved over a waiter. You grinned back as he clinked his glass to yours. Over the course of the next few hours to found yourself pouring out all of your stress to him, while he did the same, telling you nearly his entire life story. 

Oh Sehun was almost the complete opposite of you. He was arrogant, irresponsible, and seemed to think he had no faults.

You, on the other hand, were dedicated, hard-working, and (even though you never admitted it) uptight as hell. It was strange how quickly you opened up to a stranger who was so different from you. 

The night was a blur of loud music, money, and alcohol. You let loose, letting the pulsing music in the club flow through your veins, along with the ridiculous amount of alcohol you’d consumed. You found yourself pressed up against Sehun on more than a few occasions, his flushed face dangerously close to yours. 

“You know,” you yelled over the pounding bass. “It’s funny how connected I feel to you, even though we like, just met.” Sehun grinned. “Don’t get me wrong,” you continued, linking your arms around his neck to pull him closer. “You’re probably the last person on the planet whom I would ever sleep with.”

Sehun’s eyes were dark as he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. “The feeling’s mutual.” “Good,” you said loudly, but the breath hitched in your throat as his hands found your hips, your bodies moving together against the rhythm. 

And then he was laughing, and you were laughing, and he was too close to you for you to be able to think straight. His lips met yours, and as you tasted the alcohol on his breath, you let go of the last bit of sobriety and let the night envelope you with its madness.

You woke up with your head throbbing. You groaned and turned over, clutching the duvet closer. You realized with a start that you were completely naked. 

 The previous night’s events flooded through your muddled mind, and you bit your lip as you remembered tumbling onto the bed with Sehun. 

“Shit,” you muttered. You sat up and pushed your hair back. Something cool touched your cheek as your fingers brushed past your face. You did a double take as you took in the ring sitting gold and pretty on your finger. 

The ring.

“No no no. Oh god please no. This is not happening.” Oh but it was. Because as you glanced at the mirror in front of the bed, you read the post-it note stuck on it. 

Morning, wifey. We’re at the buffet - Sehun

Fuck.

“Was there any part of the night that you thought, ‘Hey, it’s probably a bad idea to let my drunk best friend marry a random guy?’” you hissed at Nat as you made your way to the table where Sehun and Junmyeon were. Nat just shrugged. “I threw up on Junmyeon. I had no idea what was happening.”

Worst best friend ever.

“I’m-uh-gonna go get some coffee,“ you said, making eye contact with Sehun as you neared the table. 

He caught the hint, and followed you as you made your way instead to one of the lottery machines casually placed right outside the breakfast buffet. “What even is this city,” you muttered, pulling out a quarter from your wallet.

“Good morning,” said Sehun nonchalantly. You smiled thinly. “Last night was…something,” he started. “You can say that again,” you said awkwardly. “You’re a lot of fun,” said Sehun. “I mean…the sex was—“

“Um, I’d rather not,” you cut him off, your face burning. “Right,” said Sehun clearing his throat. “Of course, we now have a tiny little problem of these rings..”

“Yeah, it’s hard to forget,” you said. “We need a divorce.”

For a moment Sehun just stared at you. “Did you just dump me?” You laughed awkwardly. “Well, we obviously hardly know each other—”

“No, no. Of course. Thank god you said it first,” said Sehun, looking relieved. You were slightly taken aback.  “Junmyeon says we need an annulment, not a divorce,” he continued.

You felt strangely annoyed. “Yeah, okay. Sure.”

Sehun let out a breath. “Phew. I’m glad that’s out of the way. Bullet dodged huh?” You raised an eyebrow. 

“I mean, look, I’m sorry. But you just seem like the type of girl who’s looking for a serious relationship, and I’m not…I’m definitely not that guy,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. 

You stared at him, your annoyance now flaring up.

“No offense, but you seem like a lot of work—” he broke off at the look on your face. “Ah, marriage is an outdated concept, right?” he said awkwardly.

“Yeah, so is immaturity,” you said, snorting. “Pull it together, dude. No wonder you got fired. No one wants an employee who runs away from the slightest problem.”

Sehun stared at you. “Excuse me? And this is coming from a basically robotic woman, who had to come all the way to Vegas and marry a stranger to realize what a mess her life is?”

You gaped at him. “You know what? I’ll send you a fucking email about the annulment. Have a nice day, asshole.”

“You too,” said Sehun, flicking the quarter out of your fingers. “Hey, we’ll always have Vegas right?” he said, and pushed the coin into the machine, pressing down the lever.

“That was mine,” you said scowling, and turned away to storm off. You stopped in your tracks as a loud buzz went off, accompanied by a horn sounding. You whipped around, only to see everyone cheering and yelling, because someone had just won the jackpot money from the machine.

$2,000,000. 

It took a minute for you process what was happening, until Sehun threw his hands up and yelled. “Holy fuck! I’m rich! I’m fucking rich!”

You stared as everyone surrounded him, cheering and congratulating him on his win, and the hotel manager handed him a massive cheque.

Junmyeon and Nat walked over to see what the commotion was about, and their jaws dropped as they saw Sehun standing there with his huge cheque, and equally huge smile on his face.

“That was my quarter,” you said in a daze.

You pushed your way through the throng of people and grabbed the corner of the cheque. Sehun dismissed you with a wave. “I’m the one who pulled the lever. So the money’s mine.”

“Not so fast, baby,” you said, smiling sweetly. “We’re married now, remember? What’s yours is mine.”

You felt a sense of triumph as Sehun’s face dropped with the realization. 

“What a lovely way to celebrate our first day of marriage, hm?”

“This is ridiculous,” muttered Sehun as the two of you exited the court back home a week later. It was by some strange coincidence that Sehun lived in the same town as you.

“Yeah, well, we don’t have a choice, do we? It’s either this and a million dollars each, or nothing,” you said, sighing. 

The judge had ruled that the two of you had to co-exist and attempt to make the ‘marriage’ work for 6 months before you could finalize the divorce. If either of you didn’t co-operate for that amount of time, the money would be tied up in litigation.

Sehun snorted. “We have to live together? And go to weekly counseling sessions? I can’t believe this is happening.”

You rolled your eyes. “This is obviously worse for me. I can’t imagine what your apartment is like.” “At least I have one. Where’s yours, I wonder? Oh, right, you lived with your cheating boyfriend. Sorry,” said Sehun meanly.

“6 months,” you said under your breath as you walked away. “I can do this.”

“See you tomorrow, wifey,” called Sehun sarcastically from behind you.

Just as you’d expected, Sehun’s apartment was a mess. His dirty laundry was lying pretty much everywhere, the bathroom looked as if it hadn’t been cleaned in weeks, and the refrigerator was stuffed with disgusting junk food.

“I can’t do this,” you moaned, as Nat helped you bring in your stuff. “Think about the 1 million dollars,” she reminded you.

Sehun sauntered out of his room, yawning. “Make yourself at home, sweetheart.”

“This is a pig sty,” you said.  It’s one thing if you like a guy and have to put up with stuff like this. But you, I don’t care for. So clean up.”

“Hey, if you have a problem with it, you clean up,” he said shrugging. 

So the rest of the day with was spent with you using anti-bacterial wipes and sprays, trying to make the place as accommodating as you possibly could. By the end of the evening, you were exhausted, and all you wanted to do was get a good night’s sleep. You washed up and made your way to where Sehun was lounging in the living room. 

“Which one of us is taking the couch?” you asked tiredly. Sehun glanced up at you. “I don’t mind. You can use the bedroom,” he said. “Thanks,” you said awkwardly. “Sweet dreams, then.”

And just like that, the first day co-existence was over. You weren’t sure how many more you could take.

Sure enough, after one week of living together, you were pretty sure you were going to go insane. 

Sehun did absolutely nothing the entire day, and seemingly was making no effort to even try and find another job. His logic was that in 6 months, he would be 1 million dollars richer and so didn’t need to work.

But you were still working your ass off at your job, and it pissed you off to come back to a messy apartment with Sehun lying about doing just about jackshit.

And when you told him so, he got annoyed and told you to mind your own business. There was no point in trying to talk to him about anything.

But the two of you put on the biggest show of your lives when you had to visit the marriage counselor. You held hands sweetly, called each other lovable nicknames, and tried your best to make it look like you were in love.

If the counselor thought it looked fake as hell, she didn’t say it. 

“You know, if one of you cheated on the other or something, won’t the innocent person get to keep all the money?” asked Nat a few weeks later.

You nearly choked on your coffee. “What did you just say?”

“I mean, think about it. The person who fucks up and ruins the marriage doesn’t get the money. If you could get Sehun to somehow ‘cheat’ on you…”

A lightbulb went off in your head. “Nat, I think you’re onto something here.” Nat smiled smugly. “What say we throw a little party?”

And so the following weekend, without telling Sehun, you invited a bunch—or not really bunch, more like all the girls you knew—over to the apartment. “Remember girls,” you whispered. “Do and try anything to get into his pants. I doubt it’ll be too difficult.”

You felt a little guilty for tricking him like this. But you’d had enough. 

And so it was with some sort of sickening satisfaction that you observed Sehun get surrounded by girls as soon as he appeared. He gaped at you. “What the fuck?”

“I just wanted to throw a party,” you said innocently. “I hope that’s okay.”

Sehun went red as a girl ran her hand down his chest. “I know what you’re trying to do,” he said, smiling. “And let me tell you, two can play at this game.”

You feigned ignorance and shrugged. “Have fun!”

But a half hour later, you realized you had underestimated him. Because not only did he manage to avoid making out with even one girl, but he also invited over his own friends.

His very hot friends.

Junmyeon was there, and so were a few others you’d never met. “Whoa, Sehun, this is your wife?” said one of them. “Dude, why the hell are you getting a divorce? She’s hot!”

You went red. Sehun coughed. “Shut up, Baekhyun,” said Junmyeon, smacking the guy who’d spoken in the arm.

This was going to be a long night.

It seemed as though Sehun had instructed his friends to do quite the opposite of what you’d asked your friends to do. Except for Baekhyun, the others avoided you every time you tried to talk to one of them.

You took an angry sip of your beer when the tall, cute one called Chanyeol politely excused himself out of a conversation with you. You locked eyes with Sehun from across the room and he smirked.

The party just got wilder and wilder. Soon enough, the music was blaring loud enough for you to get a headache, and you stumbled into the bathroom for some quiet.

To your surprise, Sehun was sitting there on the closed toilet seat. He raised his eyebrow as you came in.

“Tired already?”

“Not at all,” you lied. “But you must be. This must be so hard for you. Not being able to sleep with any of those girls even though you’re dying to? Go ahead, Sehun. Why don’t you just give in?”

Sehun laughed. “Do you really think I’m dumb enough to cheat on you?”

“I think it’s only a matter of time,” you replied. “Well, you’re wrong,” he said. “I can manage fine without chicks.”

You snorted. “Yeah, okay.”

“Don’t worry about me,” he said, standing up and walking over to you. “I’m a married man. And I am not screwing this thing up.” He was suddenly too close.

You stared up at him, unnerved at his proximity to you. His nose was almost touching yours. “Neither am I, Sehun,” you whispered. “I’m gonna go till the end of this.”

“Till death do us apart,” he said, his voice low. Your heart hammered in your chest.

“Not unless I kill you first.”

After that, it was war. The both of you tried everything possible to sabotage the other. 

Sehun shut your alarm off one day, and you couldn’t wake up in time for work. You fumed as you pulled the clothes over yourself in a hurry, not even realizing that Sehun walked right in on you changing.

“Nice grandma panties,” he observed. You threw a pillow at him.

“What happened to the lace ones you wore in Vegas? Those were nice,” he continued, unbothered by your rage.

“I’m saving those for a husband who isn’t a complete jerk,” you snapped. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to be extremely late to work thanks to you.”

“You’re welcome!” he called as you rushed out of the house.

As payback, you decided not to remind Sehun about the meeting with the counselor the next weekend. You sat there smugly as she shook her head at his ‘irresponsibility’. 

Sehun looked ready to murder when you went back home. “Real mature, Y/N.” You just shrugged. “Hey, it isn’t my job to remind you. If you really wanted to work on this marriage, you would’ve been there.”

The look on his face was worth everything.

But as the weeks went by, strangely enough, it soon began to feel more like fun than an annoyance. You felt as if you were going crazy. 

Because now you were getting used to him. You were just so used to having Sehun around all the time, that a small part of you was dreading when he would no longer be. 

You felt as though you would miss him, even his stupid pranks. He’d become some sort of a frenemy to you. Some nights, you’d just sit there and argue on the couch about what movie to watch, and he’d steal all your popcorn. Or you’d make a meal together, fighting but laughing all the while about what ingredients to use.

Once, when you were doubled up in pain from period cramps, he actually went out and got you some painkillers and a tub of ice cream, even though he grumbled about it all the while. 

The gesture touched you in a way you’d never imagined. But you were careful not to let Sehun know. There was no point, what with just a few months left of this arrangement. You would be going your two separate ways, each with a million dollars, and would never look back.

You hated to admit to yourself that it was going to hurt.

“It’s your birthday, babes. We’re going out,” said Nat, pulling you out of bed. You groaned. “I think I’ve had enough of your crazy ideas. I hope you realize that the last time I went out to party I got drunk and got married.”

“Sehun, would you please convince your wife to have a little fun on her birthday?” Nat called, ignoring you. Sehun appeared in the doorway. “I didn’t know it was your birthday,” he said. You rolled your eyes. “And the best husband award goes to..”

Sehun shrugged. “I know a great nightclub. Let’s go. You, me, Nat and Junmyeon. It’ll be like Vegas all over again.”

You bit your lip. “That’s exactly what I don’t want it to be like.”

But later that night, you were being dragged along anyway, in a tight black dress you hadn’t worn in ages. You must’ve imagined the way Sehun looked at you, his ears going slightly red at the tips.

You were frankly tired of loud music and alcohol. And so you sat at the bar while Nat when crazy on the dance floor, pulling Junmyeon along with her.

To your surprise, Sehun sat with you. “I don’t like this song,” he said simply. You hid a smile. When had he suddenly got so considerate?

You stirred your mocktail. “Weird, isn’t it? In a month or so we won’t be married anymore.” The words were out of your mouth before you could stop them.

Sehun was silent for a few minutes, and you almost wished you hadn’t said anything. 

“Yeah, weird. But we can keep in touch,” he said finally. You nodded awkwardly. “I guess.”

You suddenly felt as though a heavy weight was settling over your chest. The flashing lights and music ringing in your ears were all at once overwhelming.

You stood up abruptly. “I’m gonna go get some air.” You didn’t wait to hear his response, quickly making your way out of the club, pushing through the crowd of people.

Once outside, you took a couple of deep breaths. You had to pull it together. There was no way in hell you were suddenly getting feelings for Sehun. You were not going to let it happen. 

“Y/N?”

You turned at the mention of your name. And felt your whole body freeze.

It was him. The man you’d vowed never to see ever again. The man you’d wasted a year of your life with, only to have him break your heart. You automatically took a step back.

He held his arms up defensively. “I just want to talk.” “I don’t want to hear anything you have to say,” you spat. “You don’t get to fuck other girls and then expect me believe anything you say.”

“Whoa. It was one girl. And it was an accident. You know that. I was stressed out, drunk—”

You gaped at him. “So? I’ve been stressed too, asshole. That didn’t mean I cheated on you. You’re pathetic.”

“I know, and I’m sorry. I just-I saw you here and everything came back to me. Seeing you looking so good, it just—I want you back,” he said, taking a step towards you, grabbing your hand.

You tried to snatch away from his grip. “Let go of me.” 

“Not until you let me make it up to you,” he said, pulling you closer. You shoved him in the chest, but he didn’t budge. You felt sudden fear wash over you. You just wanted to get away from him and his disgusting touch. 

And then suddenly, he was being pulled away from you by someone strong, stumbling backward. Your eyes widened as you saw who it was. “What the fuck are you doing?” asked Sehun calmly, looking at him levelly in the eye.

Your ex-boyfriend roughly pulled his arm away. “Why the fuck do you care?” he sneered. “Did he hurt you?” asked Sehun, looking at you. You shook your head, swallowing. 

Your ex stared at you. “Who is this guy, Y/N?” Before you could reply, Sehun spoke. “I’m her husband,” he said, smiling. “So you better get the fuck away from her.”

He gaped at Sehun. And then at you. And then he laughed. “This is a joke, right? You’re telling me you left me and then immediately found this guy to fuck and marry? Shit, Y/N. I underestimated you. I didn’t think you were such a slu—”

He was cut off by Sehun punching him square in the jaw. “Oh my god, Sehun, stop!” you yelled, grabbing him to pull him back. Your ex-boyfriend’s eyes were alive in rage as he swung forward, aiming for Sehun’s face, but he ducked in time.

Just then, as if a godsend, Junmyeon ran out of the club, panting. “Hey, hey! Break it up, man,” he said, quickly stepping between the two men. Sehun’s face was calm, like it always was, but you could see the silent fury in his eyes.

Your ex spat on the ground, his lip bleeding. “You’re fucking crazy. All of you.” “Get lost,” you said in a low voice. “I mean it. I don’t want to ever see you again.” 

And then you were pulling Sehun with you and walking away, Junmyeon following behind.

You winced as Sehun slammed the door of the apartment shut. “What a fucking asshole,” he muttered, throwing himself onto the couch. 

“Thanks for sticking up for me back there,” you said, awkwardly sitting down next to him. He rolled his eyes. “You don’t need to thank me. It was just my first instinct. To protect you.”

You felt a blush creep up onto your cheeks. To your astonishment, Sehun also went red, as if he was surprised at his words.

“Look, I know this is probably going to sound really strange, but I don’t think I want this divorce any more,” he blurted.

You stared at him in shock. “What do you mean?”

“I mean I think I want to stay married. To you,” he said, turning away in embarrassment. “But why?” you asked, bewildered. Was there a chance...?

“I like you, okay?” said Sehun abruptly. “I like annoying you, and I like fighting with you, and I like sitting here doing nothing with you. This sounds cheesy as fuck, but it’s true. Yo-you make me happy. Even though I know I probably don’t show it at all.”

You started to smile. “I don’t want the divorce either. I want to try and make this work. Our marriage is probably the most unconventional and crazy thing that has ever happened in my incredibly boring life so far. I never realized how much I needed someone like you, Sehun.”

He started to laugh. “I seriously did not think it would come to this. What the hell do we tell the court now?”

“That we somehow fell in love over 6 months and decided to stay together?” you suggested. Sehun raised an eyebrow. “Did you just say the L-word?”

“Maybe,” you said, feeling dangerous as you scooted closer to him. He tilted his head slightly, his lips inches from yours.

“I don’t know how long I’ve held back,” he murmured, and then his lips were on yours, and your heart was alive.

When you pulled away from the kiss, breathless, you felt as though every nerve in your body was on fire. “Well, what do you want to do with 2 million dollars?” you asked, dazed. Sehun smirked. “Late honeymoon?” You giggled. “We really won the jackpot, didn’t we?”

“I know I did,” said Sehun. “I won you.”

You burst out laughing. “Dude, if you don’t stop being so sappy I might have to re-think that divorce.”

Sehun just grinned. 

“I guess what happens in Vegas doesn’t really stay in Vegas, does it?”

A/N: I really really hoped you liked it as much as I loved writing it! Seriously, this was so much fun to imagine! Please do send me your thoughts :)

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Nothing under 7 inches (4)

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Pairing: Baker!Bucky x reader

Warnings: After a lot of angst in part 3, there is a tiny bit of fluff and hope in part 4. So don’t despair just yet, but don’t get your hopes up too much either.

Word count: 2k

Summary: Bucky is a baker in Y/N’s hometown and with her mother’s birthday right around the corner, he’s excited to see her again. Y/N however doesn’t plan on staying for too long and aims to return to the city life, a dirty little secret getting in the way of her love life.

A/N: My prompt was “cottage”. This fic is written for @soldatbarnes her writing challenge. If you want on the tag list, please send me an ask! I can’t keep track of all the comments.

Series masterlist can be found here

After dinner you rushed up to your room to switch shoes, trading in your comfy sneakers for high heels. Whilst searching your luggage for the heels you took out earlier, you realise you must’ve left them downstairs in the living room before heading towards Bucky. So you take two steps at a time and hurry downstairs again, finding your brother Wade perched on the couch, his feet up on the table and your high heels in his lap as he plays one of his old video games while he waits for the guests to arrive.

“Looking for these, baby sis?,” he chuckles as he holds up your heels. “How high are these anyway? Won’t you break your ankles or something when you fall on your face?”

Shoving his shoulder and taking back your heels, you sit cross-legged next to him on the couch after kicking off your sneakers, dirty from the muddy road to the cottage. “They’re only seven inches and they were a gift from a… euhm… a friend. They’ve got this rule… nothing under seven inches. Most of my heels are like ten or something…”

Wade rolls his eyes at the word ‘friend’ and sticks his tongue out at you. “Friend? My dick! This shit is expensive, Y/N. It’s got red soles, sis. No way one of your friends could ever afford Louboutins.”

He hands you the second controls and invites you to play with him, giving you a nice way out to avoid the topic any further. But as soon as he beats you for the third time in a row, he notices your mind isn’t really focused on the present and shuts off the television.

“Alright, baby sis, tell me, why do you suddenly have a huge stick up your ass? The girl that I grew up knowing would never risk her life wearing these monsters.”

You gaze at your big brother with big doe eyes, that innocent pitch to your tone worked wonders for you back when you were kids. “They’re for work. And it’s true, a friend gave them to me.”

But Wade doesn’t fall for your act and crosses his arms over his chest, sticking his tongue out at you. “Nah, you can’t fool me, Y/N. Unless you won the jackpot with the lottery or you have some filthy rich guy on the side.”

Wetting your lips as to delay your answer, Wade realises he’s right. “Holy shit, Y/N. It’s true, isn’t it?,” he laughs in surprise. “My baby sis is now a sugar baby.”

You’re too embarrassed to say anything and avert your eyes, looking like a prissy little kid that didn’t get the Christmas present they wanted. “Don’t look like you’ve just eaten a lemon, Y/N,” Wade reason with you, the joke ever present in his voice. “When life hands you lemons…”

“You squeeze ‘em,” you finish the sentence first, a small smile breaking your sour expression.

“That’s right! You squeeze ‘em!” Wade claps his hands and wraps an arm around your shoulder, holding you against him. “Now, tell me, how did you manage to squeeze that sugar daddy of yours, hm? I promise I won’t judge. I’m the last person in this house to judge.”

You’ve always felt like you could trust your brother with anything and everything. Your mother would never understand what you were going through, all of her empathy poured into her fictional characters. Your father on the other hand was a good listener, but rarely around. Peggy was always busy with her extracurricular activities, so that left your big brother Wade to cheer you up when you were feeling down. He was your confidant, and still is.

So you confide in him about Tony, about Sharon and how she introduced you to Steve, and finally about your conversation with Bucky. Wade sometimes makes a little, funny comment to lighten the mood but never interrupts you, not even when you start to cry again.

“I thought you guys broke up after high school?,” he eventually whispers softly into your hair. “Or did I miss something?”

“We didn’t really break up, Wade…,” you stutter in between the tears. “We said goodbye and broke up, but we never really broke with each other. And I think that this time, we did.”

“Oh, Y/N,” Wade shushes, his usual sarcastic tongue tied by the overwhelming pain you must be feeling. “You clearly don’t know, do you?”

Batting your eyelashes, heavy with droplets, you free your blurry vision and gaze at your brother, a question on the tip of your tongue. “Don’t know what?”

“The problem is not that Bucky doesn’t want to move to a big city or that you don’t want to stay in a small one. The problem is that you think there’s no way you can work it out. But Y/N, there’s always a solution, even if you don’t see it. Like… I didn’t believe I could give such good advice, but clearly I can.”

“Fuck you, Wade,” you chuckle quietly. “I love you, but fuck you.”

A hearty laugh rumbles through his chest and shakes up your nerves. “I deserve that. I wasn’t there for you. But I’m here for you now and I’m going to help you in any way I can. Starting with Buck.”

Wade scoops you up in his arms and once he’s on his feet, throws you over his shoulder, your protesting cries resonating through the entire house. Luckily the rest of the family is serving drinks on the terrace out back, so they don’t hear the profanities you direct towards your older brother.

“Bucky is finishing up on mom’s cake at the cottage. I’m carrying you there personally.” When you keep screaming at the top of your lungs, he halts in the middle of the hallway and slaps your ass. “Y/N, I’m doing you a favour.” And with those final words, he takes you back to the cottage, eventually shutting you up.

Bucky has just added the finishing touches to the decorations to your mom’s raspberry chocolate birthday cake, like Wade predicted, when he heard some kind of argument going on outside. Peering out of his window, he sees Wade hoisting you up in the air by means of teasing you before setting you back down.

“What’s going on?,” he queries as he dusts off his hands on his apron as you eye your brother with an angry gaze.

Wade just straightens his back and answers straight to the point. “Y/N loves you. You love Y/N. I’m taking the cake back to mom while you get dead honest with each other.”

Your brother points to you first, his eyes telling you he means serious business. “You’re gonna tell him everything. And then you’re going to find a solution that fits you both.” Then he directs his finger to Bucky. “And you,” he begins with a sigh. “You’re gonna listen and shut up until she tells you to talk. You’re not gonna argue, you’re just gonna listen. And then you’re going to kiss and make up.”

Wade’s statement leaves no room for interpretation and with one nod of his head in your direction, he leaves you in the lion’s den. Bucky is nailed to the ground in astonishment, not intimidated by your brother but by his words and he knows Wade’s only doing this with the best of intentions.

So after a short while, Bucky proposes something new. “How about we bake a cake together?”

With ardent eyes you scan him, searching for signs of mockery or malicious intent. But Bucky is just Bucky, in all his innocence and his boyishness. He doesn’t want to make you feel even worse than you already do, he only wants to bake a cake with you to clear the air and just talk.

“O-Okay,” you stutter after you’ve assessed the potential heartbreak that could come from this situation. Yet Bucky means no harm, and with a soft smile playing on his lips he gathers all the ingredients he has left in his kitchen.

Taking out some milk and honey, Bucky’s hip subtly bumps into yours as you both reach for the spatula. “Sorry!,” you whispers in a hushes tone as Bucky takes a few steps back, careful not to break the proverbial glass cage surrounding you, distancing you from him.

“What are we making?,” you ask gingerly while Bucky starts to add eggs to the mixture.

“White chocolate honeycomb mud cake,” Bucky smiles as his eyes light up like a Christmas tree. I still have a lot of chocolate left and your dad brought me a jar of honey last week from your aunt’s bee hives. But since I don’t really eat honey…”

Humming while you pour the honey bit by bit, your fingertips caresses Bucky’s hand while he stirs the batter of the cake. “I love honey, it’s so sweet. I could finish that jar all by myself in just one day.”

“You’ve always had a big sweet tooth, Y/N. I recall a time when I had added too much sweetener to the carrot cake I’d made for the town fair. Because everybody wanted to be polite, they finished their piece but they never came back for a second one. So I had made all this cake and people only ate one fourth of it. But then you walked by and decided you wanted to taste for yourself if it was as horribly sweet as people said it was.”

“And I ended up eating half of what was left because I loved it so much,” you laugh happily in remembrance. “Fall came early that year and Peggy had decided to pay us a visit. Wade had just left for Los Angeles and she noticed how much I was hurting, so she dragged me to the town fair. She made me try everything, from the disgusting vegan cookies that wannabe cheerleader Maria made to that old lady’s chicken broth. But then I tried your carrot cake and just knew that this was the best thing I’d ever eat in my entire life.”

“You still remember that day? It was long before Sharon introduced us.”

In all the giddiness that the memory inspires in you, the filter keeping your thoughts at bay slowly dissipates while you’re reminiscing. “Of course I still remember that day,” you confirm with a hearty chuckle, “I couldn’t keep my eyes off the handsome brunet near the willow tree with his carrot cake and his adorable puppy dog eyes.”

It’s as if Bucky’s heart is being ripped from his chest. All this time, you’ve been dancing around each other, both afraid to make a move. But not anymore, even though your words still resonate harshly in his heart, he has to kiss you. He has to make sure he kisses you now or all will be lost. He’s still got a shot, he knows it and wants to seize it before your self-destructive and overly protective nature bombards the entire thing.

He drops the spatula and takes the spoon of honey from you, cupping your face in his hands and pressing his lips to yours in adamant desire. Yet Bucky doesn’t kiss you with lust or passion, rather with moderation and above all, adoration. And the moment your lips lock, he starts to overflow your system, pushing just the right buttons to make you yield.

Nonetheless, the kiss is different from before in various ways. A kiss from teenage Bucky is cautious and clumsy yet feverish and keen for your touch. But a kiss from adult Bucky is confident and calm yet soft and sweet. His eyes bore into yours with a loving intensity when your lips part. “I love you,” are the only three words he leaves hovering over you like the sword of Damocles. “And I know you love me, too.”

“Wade is right, we have to talk. So let me tell you what’s going to happen,” he continues after another longing kiss. “We’re going to put this cake in the oven and then we’re going to kiss some more and make up.”

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