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magicalqueennightmare · 2 years ago

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Jealousy

After falling into bed, neither you or Billy are sure where you stand

Miserable. There was no other word for it. What made it worse was that you couldn't talk to the one person you always turned to because he was the reason for the misery.

You were laid across Karen's couch, watching her pace the floor as she talked to someone from the bulletin. They were stressing about the evening edition and Ellison was out for a couples days due to his daughter's wedding. You were glad she had seniority meaning you could just watch her bitch at the interns and not have to intervene.

You turned until your feet was over the back of the couch and your hair was touching the floor. If nothing else you managed to pull a smile to her face when she saw your current position. She made a few more loops before hanging up. She cocked her head to the side staring at you "Honey? Something wrong?"

You shook your head. How the hell were you supposed to tell her that the previous week you'd spent Friday night and most of Saturday in Billy's bed? The first night could've been blamed on the alcohol but when the two of you woke up the next morning you weren't sure what the excuse could be for the other two rounds you went for in the bed or the one in the shower or the one on his couch.

She studied you for a moment "Bullshit. Spill" she crossed her arms and you grinned slightly "uh oh. I've instigated Miss Page" she shook her head and motioned with her fingers for you to turn the correct way on the couch. You turned slowly, steadying yourself before patting the cushion next to you "I want to tell you but you and Frank have one of them annoyingly close and trusted relationships where you don't hide anything from each other"

She sat down and you saw the tiny crease between her eyes which meant she was trying to figure out the meaning behind your words "Did something happen while we were gone last weekend?:" you groaned before burying your face in your hands. Maybe if you weren't looking at her it wouldn't be as bad? "I slept with Billy" you mumbled.

After silence overtook you both you weren't sure she'd heard you. The moment you pulled your hands down you knew she had because she was staring at you open mouthed "What?" You let out a long sigh "I had sex with Billy, a few times actually over the course of Friday night leading into Saturday afternoon"

She looked nearly comical the way she opened and shut her mouth a few times before finally asking "Well was it good?" "Karen!" You scolded and she cracked up laughing "What am I supposed to say here? I mean are you two like together now?"

You shrugged "I don't know. I mean we've talked since then but not about what happened.Billy has always been flirty with me and he's big on physical touch so I have no fucking clue where I stand because I mean he's Billy. He's my friend and means a lot to me but I know he's not the settle down one woman type. I don't want to bring up the elephant in the room just to get shut out you know?" She nodded slowly, a sigh escaping her. "Christ I'm glad Frank had to work late. My poker face is shit if I don't have forewarning"

You laughed lightly "Also explains why I've been avoiding direct conversation with Frank. He can see right through my bullshit" she nodded again "True. I mean, we're all going out tomorrow night for Foggy and Marci's anniversary. You'll have moral support. I think Curt has a date but everyone else will be there even Claire and Jess are coming. Test the waters maybe?"

You slouched down further on the couch, nearly hitting the floor "What if I just hide under your bed and refuse to come out?" She laughed "Well I mean you could but do you really want to be under and listen when.." "No!" You cut her off mid sentence sliding on down to the floor "Fine. I'll go but I'm sticking close to you and Frank so no funny business until I head home got it?" She nodded, biting her lip to keep from laughing at your distress "Yes ma'am"

Frank walked into the bar with one arm around Karen who was holding your hand. You knew you shouldn't be feeling like this. It was Billy. You'd known each other for so long, a part of you wasn't surprised that you fell into bed. The attraction had long since been there you just never meant to actually give in to it.

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A part of you wanted to just hide behind Frank all night but he'd know something was up if you didn't socialize at least a bit. As much as you didn't want to face an awkward conversation with Billy, one with Frank seemed even worse somehow.

The moment you walked into the door the music hit your ears. It was a song you loved, that calmed your nerves slightly. Frank stopped before turning to you and Karen "You two want your usuals?" You nodded so he kissed Karen's cheek before heading to the bar. Karen pulled you closer to her, wrapping an arm around your shoulders "Breathe. It'll be fun. All our friends are here. It's gonna be a good evening"

You looked around and spotted Foggy dancing with Marci. They both waved when they saw the two of you. You heard your name being called and saw Jessica and Trish heading their way towards you and Karen. You smiled seeing the two of them, Jessica was a little rough around the edges but you'd known her for some time. "Hey Jess! Hey Trish!" You greeted.

"Good to see you Y/N, you too Karen" Trish greeted as Jessica pulled you into a one armed hug. She glanced around once she released you "Where's Castle? I know him and Russo are around here somewhere" Frank walked back up about that time "Dunno where Bill is but how ya been Jess?" The two of then started talking so Trish grabbed your arm "Care for a dance?" You laughed cutting your eyes at Karen "I'll be back and don't worry you're still my favorite blonde"

Karen's laughter trickled to your ears as Trish pulled you onto the dance floor.

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After about half an hour you figured Billy just wasn't coming. He'd yet to show up so you had relaxed into the evening, even venturing away from Karen and Frank a few times. You were waiting at the bar for another drink when you had that hope squashed. You felt someone step up next to you, a hand brushing against your lower back and spun to tell whoever it was to give you some breathing room. Instead of some random drunk though Billy was leaning on the bar with a grin spread across his face "Easy there Y/N"

You let out a breath because even though you hadn't looked forward to facing him the thought of some overly enthusiastic drunk asshole made your head hurt. "Hey Billy" you greeted with a small smile. He looked good as always, black jeans and a dark green sweater. His eyes bore into you slightly and you had to resist the urge to fidget in your seat from the weight of his stare.

When the bartender came over with your drink Billy reached over your head before you could pay to hand him a twenty. "Rest of her drinks go on my tab" you raised an eyebrow at the bartender "No they don't. Keep that twenty as a tip" then passed over the amount for the drink in your hand.

The bartender looked a mixture of amused and not wanting to get into whatever you and Billy had going on. He passed Billy a beer then walked off. "So I can't pay for your drinks?" "I've never asked for you to pay my way Billy. I have a decent job, might not be a ceo who wears custom made suits on the daily but I get by well enough" he chuckled lightly "You have always been so damn independent. It doesn't hurt to let someone help ya"

You shook your head, staring up at him as you said "If someone is harassing me hell yeah I'll ring for help, my car break down and it's more than I have at hand I will call but Billy I can buy my own drinks" he smiled broadly "Ok darling. At least you've agreed to let me help with anything big"

You pushed away from the bar and felt him follow you. Billy's presence was something you couldn't very well ignore even if you wanted to.

When you got closer to the table you'd been sitting at with Karen and Frank she cut her eyes up and you knew the moment she spotted Billy behind you because they got wider. You slid onto the chair next to her so Billy took up residence in the chair on your right. "Damn Bill. Didn't think you were gonna make it"

You turned towards Karen begging for conversation when Billy said "That meeting with Samantha Milton ran longer than I thought" Frank made a noise which was a mixture of a scoff and a laugh. You knew what that meant. Samantha was gorgeous and eyeing Billy, probably vice versa as well. "Yeah I bet it did"

You felt your entire body stiffen when Billy's leg bumped against yours and prayed he didn't notice. He reached his left hand out to rest on your knee but you moved away quickly, nearly knocking into Karen.

"Y/N you good?" Frank asked and you smiled "Yeah. I um I gotta use the bathroom. Karen wanna come with me?" She smiled at Frank "We'll be right back" she grabbed your arm and the two of you slipped away into the crowd. God you were an idiot. Why did you think it would change anything? Yeah the sex was amazing but it was just sex, that much was now blazingly apparent.

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"So what's the play?" Karen asked after clearing the bathroom to ensure it was in fact just the two of you. You stared at her blankly "What play Kare?"

She motioned towards the door "Billy and the Milton chic?" You smiled despite everything. Karen was a one in a million friend, willing to go to bat even when you weren't. You shook your head "There's no play Kare. Me and him had a drunk night that washed over into the next day. I shouldn't let it effect years of friendship and I'm not going to so please just act like you know nothing? For my sake, for Frank's sake"

She rolled her eyes but nodded "Fine but I'm accidently kicking him at least once tonight" you laughed and grabbed her hand to head back out "I'd expect nothing less"

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By the time the two of you made it back to the table Frank was talking on the phone while Billy was peeling the label off his beer looking borderline annoyed. "Something wrong?" You asked once you were sat back down next to him.

He cut his eyes at you "Could ask you the same" "I'm good" you replied and held his gaze. He nodded slowly "Good" Frank hung up then looked at Karen "How long you wanna stay out?" She shrugged "It's Friday night. None of us have to work tomorrow" he grinned "Good. Remember Rumlow?"

Your eyes shot up at the name. Brock Rumlow. He was a couple years older than Frank and former army rangers. He'd gone into working for shield and last you heard worked close with Darcy Lewis and Jane Foster. He was pretty chill and not bad to look at either. "Brock’s in town?" You asked and he nodded "Should be here in a few minutes" "Awesome. Glad I decided to come out tonight then"

You missed the look that passed between Billy and Frank and the way that Billy's jaw clenched at your words. So you had been on the fence about coming out, even though it was originally for Marci and Foggy. Now you were excited to see Rumlow of all people?

He was sitting right next to you, within arm's reach. If you wanted anything all you had to do was ask. He thought after the hours you'd spent together the previous weekend that it was a step towards him and you being more than friends. He'd done everything in his power to show you how good he could make you feel, how much he wanted you. He could still feel your nails biting into his back, hear the way you moaned his name. What the hell had he done wrong?

Maybe you'd gotten the wrong idea, thought it was just sex. Maybe you didn't want him the way he wanted you? Shit though, every day he had women and some days men throwing themselves at him. He was a good lucking guy, damn good job and thought he treated you well. He was also your friend, he knew you in every way. Why the fuck were you excited to see Rumlow?

You spotted Brock the moment he walked in. He was about Frank's build, black hair he always wore short but not cropped. The thing that always got you was the fact that much like Frank and Billy, Brock had this aura about him that any creep within fifty feet would immediately back off their mark. You could sense the fact that all three men were dangerous, had done unspeakable things and would do so again to protect someone they deemed worth of it.

Frank let out a loud whistle and Brock grinned when he spotted all of you. "Castle! How the hell are ya?" The two of them greeted each other with that one armed hug men do. "Can't complain man" Frank replied with a laugh as Brock drug another chair over to the table, sitting between you and Karen. "How's it going Russo?" He asked Billy who gave a sharp nod "Like Frankie said man, can't complain"

Brock nodded then looked between you and Karen "You two are gorgeous as always" you and her both smiled. "Nice to see you too Brock" she replied and you added "Yeah its been a while. I wanna hear about Darcy and Jane!"

The two of you went into a conversation, dragging Karen in as well. Out the corner of your eye you saw Frank cut his eyes at Billy "Let's grab another round" "Yeah I don't know how much longer I'm staying out" Billy replied but stood to follow Frank nonetheless.

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Brock watched them walk away then looked back towards you "Something up with Russo? Last time I saw him like that my unit was passing his and Frank's overseas" you shrugged one shoulder as Karen leaned up to look around Brock at you "Couldn't even imagine what's wrong with Billy"

Brock looked from Karen to you "Did I miss something?" You shook your head "Don't worry about it Brock, now tell me more about Darcy"

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Billy followed Frank back to the table carrying his drink and yours. He could feel his jaw clench harder when he heard your laughter then got closer to see your head laid over on Brock’s arm as you both laughed.

"What's so funny?" He asked sitting down next to you. You glanced towards him and shrugged "Brock was telling us something about one of the women he works with" Brock was watching you while you talked to Billy and christ a part of him wanted to ask just what the hell Brock was looking at.

What was wrong with him? Rumlow was a decent enough guy. He'd known him for years, why the hell was he getting under his skin so much tonight?

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The answer hit him like a brick when a song started playing that he knew you and Karen both loved. Karen's eyes lit up "Frank wanna dance?" The two of them headed for the dance floor.

You sat there for a moment, clearly considering your next option before turning to Brock "I only see you like every six months or so, wanna push me round the dance floor one time?" He nodded "Would be my pleasure doll"

He watched the two of you head to the dance floor and silently fumed. The idea of Brock’s hands on your body was infuriating. Images of you under him flashed through his head, the way your skin tasted on his lips. Christ the way you'd felt.

When the images changed to you under Brock, clinging to him, moaning his name Billy damn near broke the glass in his hand. His eyes flew up to the dance floor and when he spotted you with your body that close to Brock’s he was on his feet without another thought. Fuck this, fuck things left unsaid. If he was going to lose any chance with you tonight, it wouldn't be because he went down without a fight.

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"You gonna tell me what's really going on with you and Bill?" Brock asked after a moment. You shrugged looking up at him "I can't tell you"

"Why not?" He asked with a smirk, leaning down a little closer to the point that if anyone just glanced it probably looked like a kiss had been shared. "Promise not to tell" he whispered. You laughed before burying your face into the crook of his neck "We slept together"

"What's that?" He asked so you leaned back to look up at him "We've been dancing around each other then Frank and Karen were gone and we were alone" he laughed and you weren't sure if it was how you worded things or the look you were sure you had on your face "So that's why he's plotted my murder four times?"

You shook your head "It's not like that Brock" he looked over your head and chuckled "Sure about that?" You were about to ask what he'd meant when you heard Billy's voice "Anyway I can cut in? I wanna talk to Y/N"

Your eyes widened when Brock’s reply was "Up to her man. She asked me to dance" you could practically feel Billy bristle up. Any time he got angry enough to fight he was like a tightly coiled spring, like a damn animal ready to pounce. You winked at Brock "Yeah, fine by me" he nodded then leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek before saying "In that case I'm gonna go find Nelson and his girl"

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You turned back to Billy and christ his eyes were pitch black. Oh he was angry. "You wanted to dance?" You asked innocently. He reached one hand out to pull you flush against his body "Can we walk outside and talk instead, Doll" the edge he put to the word doll was sharp enough you could feel a shiver run up your spine.

You looked around to see that Frank was looking over at the two of you. "Frank's watching Billy" his eyes never left yours when he said "I don't care" you pushed back from him "I do. You're not gonna ignore me for the most part then act possessive"

A groan left him "Y/N, sweetheart I have never been rough with you but this is one time if you won't stop being a stubborn ass I very well may throw you over my damn shoulder and walk out this bar, Frank be damned" you raised an eyebrow at the threat. Part of you wanted to call his bluff, the other was afraid if Frank got the wrong idea. "Fine. I'll go outside and talk to you"

His hand went to your lower back "C'mon then" you snatched away from him "I'm grabbing my jacket and telling Frank and Karen some excuse" He cut his eyes at you but nodded.

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Frank was watching you hard when you walked back over "Everything good?" You nodded, forcing a smile "This place is kinda packed. I need some fresh air so Billy offered to walk me outside"

Frank nodded, looking at Billy before saying "You got her?" Billy nodded "Yeah man. Always" you smiled when Billy offered you his arm in front of Frank so you took it, holding onto it until you were outside.

You snatched away from Billy the moment you were outside "Talk" he scoffed when you walked a few feet away from him. "What are you doing with Rumlow?" He knew you better than he knew himself which meant he knew exactly what button to push to make you just pissed enough that truth would come slipping out your lips.

"The hell you mean?" You asked and he smirked "Oh Brock’s coming. Oh dance with me Brock. You sound like a damn high-school kid at your first dance" you crossed your arms, glaring at him "Fuck you Billy"

He laughed at that, quickly covering the space between you. He left just enough room to not be completely crowding your space "Fuck me huh? Didn't you already do that?"

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How dare he be so damn cocky? How dare he know you well enough to know what would get under your skin? "Damn you" you shoved his chest when you spoke "You have side stepped for a week! You wouldn't fucking talk about it! You acted like it didn't happen! If it was just sex you could've told me Billy"

His smirk just got deeper with every word you spoke and every time you shoved against him "Are you done?:" he asked when you stopped talking. You glared up at him. He was do damn close and fuck he smelled good.

One of his hands came up to catch your face and fuck it all you nearly lost all composure then and there at the memories of his hands on your body. "Wanna know what I think?" He asked holding your face in place. "What?" He smiled before surging forward, catching your lips with his own.

His other hand went to your hip and pulled you against his body. You almost whimpered against his lips when he walked you backwards until your back brushed the wall of the bar. He pulled back just enough that you both got a breath of air before attacking your lips again.

You got your senses enough to push his chest. One movement was all it took for him to pause in his actions "What is this Billy? Between us?" He raised an eyebrow trying to catch your lips again and when you wouldn't let him he dropped his forehead to your neck "Tell me you haven't thought about us. Tell me you don't want us" one of his hands moved from your hip, down your thigh to slide under the skirt you were wearing. Your breath caught in your throat at the feelings of his fingers digging into the soft flesh.

"What about Samantha Milton?" You managed to breathe out, feeling his smile against your skin. The hand on your thigh slid up further and when his fingers grazed over your clothed center it took every ounce of will power you'd ever had to not crumple then and there. He caught your lips in a bruising kiss before a smirk slipped onto his face "You're jealous"

He let his hand return to your hip, giving you a chance to think more clearly "and you're not jealous over Brock?" You saw his jaw clench and couldn't fight the urge to make him admit it "Maybe I should go back in there to him" his grip tightened on your hips "I wonder what his tongue would feel like, how his hands on my body would feel"

He leaned down to be face to face "I don't fuckin want Milton. I want you and I know for a fact Brock ain't takin you from me without one of us getting our ass beat tonight. So either tell me here and now you don't want me and I'll go knock that smirk off his face or tell you want me and I'll take you home with me and see just how many times I can get you to scream my name. Hell ill fuck you here and now so the whole of New York City knows you're my girl"

You swallowed hard at his words whether from the fact that he'd called you his girl or that you were trying to ignore the wave of heat they pushed through you. Your decision was made before you ever spoke "Take me home"

#au billy russo #billy russo x y/n #billy russo au #billy russo x you #billy russo fanfic #billy russo x reader

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lauriegraham01 · 1 year ago

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i'll never smile again

pairings: 40s!bucky barnes x reader, nurse!reader

summary: with you and bucky away to fight in the war, you both can't wait to come back home and begin the rest of your lives together. what's left of your plans when a mission goes sideway? could you and bucky have been born so unlucky?

w/c: 1,423

c/w: takes place in CATFA, ANGST, major character death, themes of grief

a/n: this has taken me the longest to edit, not sure if im completely satisfied with the ending but it's enough. hope u enjoy, lmk if you like :)

Time of death: 14:37

You hang your head low in defeat, the death of another soldier baring on your soul. There truly was only so much that you could do. He had come in completely mutilated from barbed wire and eyes blinded form tear gas. With limited options, you and your team of fellow nurses ensured that he could be comfortable for his passing. One of the other nurses raises the white sheet to cover his face, and you gather yourself to move on to the next patient.

You had joined the army nurse corps a little over a year ago. There was news that we were loosing soldiers faster than we could kill enemies and you decided to join the war effort, believing you could do some good for your country. Nothing prepared you for the horrors you faced daily, the chaos and death that surrounded your every breath.

However you weren't alone in your pain. Your two best friends, Steve and Bucky had too joined the war. They along with the rest of the Howling Commandos were going on missions targeting Hydra bases. There was only so much they could tell you, but the little they did still left you uneasy. It just seemed so dangerous and you worried about the both of them- especially Bucky.

Bucky and you had only been dating for two years when news of the U.S. joining the war broke out. Yet after a lifetime of friendship you felt like he knew you better than anyone else in this world. You two had agreed that when the war was over, you would finally get married. These days it was your future plans with Bucky that gave you the strength to survive the war. That, along with the letters that he sent. Writing in detail about what missions he and Steve were on and how things were looking on his side of the war.

The rest of the day had passed by in a haze. By the time you returned to the nurses quarter on base, you feel the full weight of the day in the way that your back aches. Upon looking in the mirror you wince at the amount of blood that's caked into your face and hands. A shower lifts your spirits as you feel the stress from the day drain along with the water. Stepping back into the sleeping barracks, you squeeze past the crowd of nurses until you reached your cot. As you tuck your uniform away you see a letter placed on the pillow. Lifting it up with curiosity, you flip the envelope and a smile tugs at your lips.

Bucky.

You tear open the letter eagerly, it had only been a week since you had last heard from him but it felt like eternity waiting between letters. Unfolding the pages within your hand you read each line carefully, hearing his voice with each word, imagining as though he were reading it to you. As he told you about his latest mission, fear threatened to creep its way into your heart. Yet as you got to the last page, you inhaled a sharp breath- the world around you seeming to go quiet in that moment.

“Doll, I’ve done enough thinking, and I know what I want. I’ve loved you for a lifetime. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me and I know that there's no one else for me but you, y/n. I wish I could ask this in person but I cannot go another day without you knowing how much you mean to me. When the war is over we’ll get married and I’ll grow flowers like you, and your womb will carry the most beautiful girl in the universe. Make me the happiest man alive - will you marry me?”

You fell backwards onto your bed and closed your eyes, Bucky's words burned into your mind. Tears began to well up at your eyes as your heart soared at Bucky's proposal. Bucky wanted to build a life with you. You began to imagine your wedding day. The familiar faces that would gather to celebrate your love, what it would be like to become the mother to his children, and to be able to grow old with him. As you thought about this, you couldn't contain your excitement anymore. Hastily rising from bed, you make your way to the center of the room before grabbing the attention of your fellow nurses.

"I'm getting married!" You shouted, all the nurses turned to look at you before ensuing in cheerful screams. They all congratulated you and gave you and Bucky well wishes for the future.

As you and the nurses were still caught in the excitement of the news, you were suddenly interrupted when a knock rang on the barracks front door.

As everyone scurried to stand in formation, you felt relieved when you saw that it was Steve and Peggy who had walked through the door.

"Officer y/n, would you please come with us for just a moment?" Peggy speaks up.

Stepping out of formation, you grab your coat as you follow behind the two, stepping out in the cold winter air.

"Steve!"

"Angel." He coos as he brings you in for a hug. It had been about 8 months since you'd last seen him. While you were happy to see him, you were slightly taken aback to see him here.

"What on earth are you two doing here?" You breath out as you go to pull away from his embrace. When Steve's grip on you suddenly tightens, you're slightly confused. Looking up at Peggy and seeing the solemn look on her face you know that something was wrong.

“Steve?”

"I'll give you two a minute." Peggy excuses herself, making her way toward the field to give us some privacy.

“Steve, hey, hey, what's going on?" As he finally lets you go you look up into his eyes to see that they were glossy with tears threatening to spill over.

“Hey,” you hook a finger underneath his chin fixing his gaze from the ground onto you, "talk to me. I'm here, what's wrong?"

“It’s Bucky, he’s… he’s gone.”

A dreadful weight settles deep in the pit of your stomach as Steve looks at you in a way he's never before. So full of regret and heartache. You search his face for any type of deceit, any indication that what he said had been a terrible lie and that Bucky was alright- but to your avail you could find none.

Steve went on about the mission leading up to Bucky's final moments but it fell on deaf ears as your mind was anything but tethered to this reality.

"No, no." You mumble underneath your breath as you stumble backwards a bit.

"Woah-hey," Steve grabs a hold onto you, steadying your grounding. "I'm so sorry y/n."

“He can’t be gone," your voice comes out strained in a high pitch, "he just can’t be.” Your vision blurred as the crushing weight of reality settled within your head and within your heart.

Bucky was gone- for real this time. There was no rescuing him, there was no saving him.

You felt Steve wrap his arms around you as you buried your head into his chest. That seemed to be the tipping edge as before you knew it a sob began to wrack out of your lips. You cried for all the plans you've made. For the memories and time now stolen from you.

"We were supposed to get married." You manage to choke out between ragged breaths.

"I know, angel," he said softly. "I know."

When you returned to the barracks, it was lights out and you wanted nothing more than to go to sleep and wake up from this terrible nightmare. You found it cruel how the last time you were within these walls you were an engaged woman, and now you return a widow. Memories of Bucky plagued your every thought as your own grief made you restless, sleep evading you.

Bucky and you had shared a lifetime of memories. Growing into the versions of yourselves that both of you had come to love. Now they'll forever be a hole left where the rest of the story should have been written. When you return home, you'll return a widow. You'll never be able to hold him, to touch him, to marry him, have a family with him-

"I'll never love again", you thought to yourself. "There's no getting over you."

#40s bucky #bucky barnes #marvel #mcu #marvel fanfiction #bucky angst #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #sebastian stan #40s bucky x reader

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starry-nights12 · 1 year ago

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There's No Remedy For Memory

Read on AO3

Relationship:Ekko/Jinx (Timebomb)

Word Count: 3,731

Tags:Mutaual Pinning,Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending,Firelight Member Jinx (League of Legends), Brief Mention of Violence

Summary:What would you do if your friend mourned over someone you hated?

That's the predicament Ekko is in when Jinx wants a friend as she misses Silco.

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This fic is based on my post!

Credit for the title goes to @creativepromptsforwriting

Big thanks to @mycomfortblanket for editing this!🥰❤️

You can listen to the fic's playlist while you read!

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The budding community below was jovial and laughing together, Jinx had preferred to lay on the lone tree branch away from the commotion. Her ponytail hung over the edge, along with her leg swinging.

The butterfly knife's sharp blade gracefully twirled around her hand with ease.

Silco had an affinity for knives.

After showing her the tricks he mastered with the butterfly knife she wanted him to teach her how.

Her second favorite was the 16-inch hunting knife she brought to the shimmer raids.

When the mission requires more stealth; she sneaks up behind one of the guards and slits their throat. Or during a fight, she would dodge attacks and see her chance, she stabbed them in the stomach.

She would clean the knife to stick it in her desk until the next raid: Just like how Silco had the knife he used to kill Vander -and almost her- idly in his desk at The Last Drop.

She stared at the shark she had drawn on the blade and smiled wistfully. It was fascinating how a common household appliance could be used to watch the life leave people's eyes.

The tell-tale sound of cheering alerted her that The Firelights arrived home safe and sound.

She pocketed the knife in her black shorts and climbed down the tree branches.

Over the crowd, Ekko spotted her and smiled at the blue-haired woman jogging towards him."Hey,"

"Hi," She gave him a quick hug and delicately took the items from his hand with a tentative smile. "You remembered...!"

"I told you I'd get them,” He assured.

She stroked the box fondly with affection in her gaze, she exhaled deeply as her smile wanted.

She hugged the items to her chest. Her lips started quivering and blinked away the oncoming tears.

Some people eyed her peculiarly but a glare from Ekko made the onlookers avert their gaze and walk away.

Jinx used her sleeve to swipe at her eyes. She bit her lip and looked almost timidly at him, "Do you-" She cleared her throat and then sniffled, swiping under her nose, "Do you want to hang out with me?"

Before the Firelights left the base for the market Jinx handed Ekko a small piece of paper:

★Cigars

♡Ashtray

•ᴗ•Jazz records

-JINX✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚

Ekko had looked confused. "Since when did you start smoking?"

Jinx frowned and then held her arm, "I don't...it's stuff he used to have."

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Ekko stood outside her room as she told him to. He was the only one that came by to knock on her door whenever he wanted to talk to her.

However, this would be the first time he would be inside her room. There was no reason for him to be in it anyway.

Her diary lay open on her bed. Some days her mental health was worse, while lightheartedness was sprinkled within the pages.

E +J=♡, Jinx♡Ekko, Ekko♡Jinx, Ekko♡♡♡♡

She drew stick figures of them holding hands and kissing with hearts scribbled.

Her monkey mask sat on top of the dresser amongst black & white polaroids

She and Ekko were sitting on the ground. He was leaning against her with her braid on his upper lip. She had an arm around his shoulder, flipping off the camera with both hands while wearing a wide grin.

After her first successful mission as a Firelight, she took a picture of them when they got back to the home base. They were still wearing their mask and she and Ekko held out the rock’n’roll signs.

Scar and Ekko can be so serious that it was no wonder those two were best friends. They can be so utterly boring that they could put her to sleep.

One of her favorite past times was messing with them. She snapped the picture of the two men seconds after her glitter bomb went off.

Despite their complaints, it was hilarious.

And a couple of photos of Porofessor. Heimendinger was nice enough to let her hug it and take the picture.

The last one was just for herself.

Ekko had let her take this photo of him.

He was in his white tank top and baggy shorts with his toolbox next to him. He sat by his hoverboard with a gentle smile and oil smeared across his cheek.

She drew his hourglass symbol with hearts around it.

He is so dreamy.

She always thought he was. Even though he was twenty-years-old his boyish charms never faded and still affected her.

She especially wanted to run her hands up and down his muscular arms. They had to feel as good as they look

A woman had needs. You couldn't blame her for her thoughts.

I mean...awooga! Right?!

She wasn't afraid of death. That's why she would happily be killed if he ever found out about any of this.

She opened the drawer of her nightstand and hid the diary and picture frame inside.

Jinx swung opened her door and beamed eagerly, "Welcome to my humble abode!" She exalted and gestured widely to her room with her arm.

Half-melted purple candles were around her room. The curtains were partially opened letting the drawings in neon paint glow.

Crystals, inactive chompers, and glowsticks hung above the ceiling. Her hoverboard leaned on her dresser with a few clothes sticking out of its drawers.

A vinyl rack holder and bookshelf were against the wall. The music box he created for her sat on her nightstand.

When Jinx closed her door, there were three crayon drawings on the back of it. There were drawings of enforcers but two stood out.

Sevika had a mustache and a monocle, and her mouth was stitched closed. The words 'Liar', 'Ogre', and 'Dumbass' were written around her.

Caitlyn's eyes were crossed out. She sported devil horns and pointed ears. She showed off her fangs with a malicious grin.

'Bitch' was written in red crayon numerous times. They each had throwing knives jutted from their faces.

He had a small frown. He didn't know Caitlyn that well but Vi trusted and liked her.

She was the only Piltie that gave a shit about Zaunites and seemed genuine about wanting to help his hometown. He gave her props for that.

Even though he didn't gve a shit about the rest of the topsiders; At least Vi would be there to console her while she grieved her mother.

They knew all too well what it was like to lose family members.

Jinx carefully took the vinyl out of the cover and then placed the needle on the disc.

She set her butterfly knife on her desk. There were unfinished blueprints of new inventions that were laid on the table.

He look up at the crucified bunny plushie above her desk and then grimaced. He draped his jacket behind the chair before he pulled it out to sit.

In the corner of her room, she lit four red candles with Silco's lighter she held onto after the tea party.

She lit the cigar and waved it around like an incense. She deeply inhaled the bitter scent then sighed softly with a small smile. She then set it in the ashtray on the small table with the lighter.

She sat on her bed and undid the laces and buckles on her platform boots.

Above was an old drawing of her, Vander, Vi, Claggor, and Mylo. Besides that was drawing of her as a child and holding Silco's hand. Along with a drawing of Silco with hearts.

'I love you, Dad!'

'I miss you SO much!!!'

'I'm so sorry.'

'I didn't mean to'

She wrote the last two sentences with broken hearts and a frowny face with tears drawn.

A dull ache reverberated in his chest.

It's a memorial.

He had forgiven her.

Although, it still stung how she choose Silco over him. He was with her when she pushed him away and had no one else to support her.

No matter how much he despised him, he would always be her beloved father.

He tore his eyes away from the drawings. He slumped over, staring at his hands folded in his lap.

Her giddiness from a minute ago had dissipated. She looked away and bit her lower lip nervously.

Oh great. You wanted to spend some time with him but your room is making him sad. It's only a matter of time before he wants to leave.

She breathed deeply and then rubbed her hands down her split purple and black stockings.

She moved a nonexistent strand of hair behind her pierced ear. "You can...you can sit by me if you want."

Ekko jerked his head up, "Huh?"

Oh Gods, I made it worse.

A flush crept across her cheeks. She shook her head and started waving her hand dismissively. "Nothing. It's fine. I-"

"No, no. I was just surprised. I'm alright with it." He quickly assured.

"Oh!" She nodded, fiddled with the long sleeves of her purple and black striped crop top.

A smile returned to her face and she patted the empty spot next to her. He smiled shyly and took up on her offer.

He had his back straight with his hands on his lap. Why was he so stiff? Did he hate being here? Was he ready to leave?

"I want to paint it. The ashtray. It's what his looked like. I probably should have done that first but I wasn't thinking. I'll show it to you later if you want," She rambled.

"I bet it will be great. You're an amazing artist."

She flashed him a smirk. "Thanks. You draw good, too."

They sat in silence again-the music didn't count.

Why are we being so weird? We're just sitting on a dumb bed. It's not like anything is going to happen. Just say what you need to say before he leaves.

Her knee gently bounced, her lips pressed together in a tight grimace. She inhaled deeply then sighed.

"I'm glad I'm here with you. I really am," She toyed with her bracelet. "But if...I want him here. But I don't know if we'd ever reconcile if he was... "

Ekko clenched his jaw before he scoffed, "He would have killed me if he knew I was with you,” he grumbled.

Their lives were hard and they struggled to get by, but they were all happy. They had each other until Silco showed up and tore their family apart.

Silco never allowed her to see him after the incident. When she snuck out to meet him it was even worse since she refused to go with him.

She wanted to stay with him. She told him she was happy.

Jinx's yelp of laughter startled him out of his thoughts.

Ekko's adorable, oblivious face twisted in confusion had made her giggle even more.

If Silco found her with a man-not just any man. The leader of The Firelights of all people. In her room nonetheless.

Silco would have been livid and even more determined to hunt Ekko and his gang down to feed his bloodlust.

They've been a nuisance to him for several years, she was told to kill them, yet harbored a crush on said leader since she was twelve.

The truth can be funny sometimes.

Her friendly, affectionate pat on his cheek didn't help quell his puzzled expression.

So, not only it was a known fact that she was crazy. But now, he had to think she was a complete weirdo, too.

But honestly, he should have known this by now. If only he understood how comical it was, then he would be laughing, too.

After her laughter subsided, she sighed and lay on her bed. She stared at the ceiling with a faint smile.

"Thanks for being here," She looked back at him. "It's dumb. I know you hate him. He felt the same about you,” She chuckled weakly. "But I miss him... and I just wanted a friend."

His expression switched to something softer.

"I do," He affirmed.

"But, I care about how you feel more. And I don't want you to think you have to deal with this alone. You can come to me if you want to talk about him and I can listen."

She sat up on her elbows with a raised eyebrow. "You'd do that for me?"

"Yeah, It's what friends do for each other."

A smile blossomed on her face.

That was Ekko for you. The Boy Savior had a big heart and always took care of others.

She sat up and fixed her shirt by tugging it down. However, she looked at herself and chuckled.

It was a weak attempt at modesty, really.

It was torn in the middle revealing her black bra and cleavage. There wasn't anymore her outfit could expose to him.

She dropped her hands by her side. She closed her eyes, inhaling the comforting scent of the cigar, listening to the soothing jazz music.

"On cold, rainy days we sat by the fireplace. Before bed, he would look over his reports, I would be playing with toys or drawing while this played. Sometimes, he'd even dance with me." A fond smile crept upon her face.

"He tried braiding my hair but he was terrible at it. He loved my desserts and tried helping me with varying results. He let me draw on almost anything. And you know how I click my pen sometimes?"

Ekko curtly nodded.

"It reminds me of injecting medicine in his eye. The first time I did it I was so nervous. But he encouraged me that I could do it and I actually did. He believed in me..."

The corner of her mouth turns downwards, her shoulders slouched, with her eyes staring at the floor.

"I can't convince you that he was a good person. But he treated me well. He loved me when no one else did," She croaked, and she wiped the tears with the back of her hand.

I've always loved you.

Ekko pursed his lips and squeezed his hands.

He felt like he was fourteen again. He wanted to confess how he felt about her but ended up backtracking.

He was going to tell her someday, but now wasn't an appropriate time.

"I've always cared about you, Jinx." He said instead, his heart in his throat.

"I never want you to think otherwise. I'm going to try my best to help you. You're not alone, Jinx, I'm here for you."

It was as if a damn burst. She clutched him and buried her face in his shirt. He immediately pulled her into an embrace while she sobbed.

The only people who cared for her were Vi and Silco and they were both gone.

She missed Silco and he was dead because of her. She even missed the close bond she and Vi use to have before her sister fucked it all up.

The irony wasn't lost on her. She mocked him for being a savior on the bridge but Ekko was the only one in her corner that she had left.

Some days she felt like she didn't deserve his kindness and wondered why he would put up with her. When will he get sick of her and change his mind?

Her sobs eventually turned into whimpers and then sniffling.

She closed her eyes and listened to his steady heartbeat. It was better than music she ever heard.

He was alive.

He was here.

He was real.

He stroked her hair and she sighed softly. It felt good to have someone play in her hair.

"When it rains, we can listen to Jazz together. If you want,” he said. "And we can bake, too."

He was being sweet and thoughtful and she appreciated it. He was trying to cheer her up but she couldn't resist passing up on the opportunity.

"Your cupcakes are so hard, they can be used to knock someone unconscious."

Ekko’s shocked laughter had his chest rumble. She cracked a grin and laughed with him.

"I was fourteen! You gotta let some things go."

"When you eat baking like that, it's hard to forget no matter how the years fly by."

Ekko bumped his knee into her. "Shut up."

"You tell me to shut up again and no one will find your body."She playfully threatened and bumped her knee into his. He nudged her arm then she shoved his.

There was a stretch of comfortable silence between them.

His posture noticeably changed. His shoulders dropped, and his hands were on his sides while slightly leaning back on her bed.

She wiped at any remaining tears on her face. "Why are you so nice to me?"

He gave a one-shoulder shrug. "We've been hating each other for seven years. I'd rather make up for lost time, yeah?"

Jinx hummed. "Yeah, you're right."

He smirked at her. "I know. I'm always right."

She scoffed in disgust and rolled her eyes. "Shut the hell up. This is why I'm never nice to you."

Jinx hated feeling weak. It was why Powder was seen as useless to her family. It was why she had to die to become strong.

But with Ekko her heart became mushy like over-chewed gum. Except she liked it.

She liked when he looked at her, when he smiles at her, and when he laughed with her, when they teased each other.

Maybe she was even more delusional, but she thought she felt his heated gaze on her when her back was turned. She would look over at him but he was looking elsewhere.

Whatever it was, she liked that, too. It made her heart race and her insides feel warm and gooey like hot fudge.

Her hand slid beside his and locked her pinky around his.

His heart fluttered at their loosely connected fingers. He then moved his hand on top of hers and she turned her palm to stroke his knuckles with her thumb.

His hand was big and warmer than hers. His fingernails were unpolished and she wanted to paint them so they could matchy-match.

She was dumbfounded at how he held her hand like it was something precious. As if she would slip away if he let go.

Her hands were forever stained with blood that had taken so many lives without remorse.

While Ekko had remained kind-hearted as his hands created a sanctuary to help people in need.

Without Ekko giving her a second chance, she would be alone, cooped up in her hideout. She would be scrounging on the streets somewhere for food until she was ultimately caught and arrested.

Their arms were pressed against each other and their knees were still touching. Her pink eyes looked up from their hands to meet his brown eyes.

They were so comforting that they made it impossible to look away from the warmth his gaze provided.

She tilted her head in consideration then after a moment reached up to cup his cheek, her thumb slowly swiped along the corner of his mouth.

His gaze dropped to her lips. His hand squeezed hers as he quickly licked his own and then locked on her eyes.

Oh Gods.

Can he hear her heart? It was pounding rapidly in her chest that it rang in her ears.

She always wanted him to be her first kiss.

She wanted to kiss him to thank him for everything he was doing.

He forgave her despite her sins.

He didn't see her as just the long-gone sweet, innocent Powder or the malicious, cold-hearted Jinx-not anymore at least.

He saw her as a person capable of doing bad things but also being able to do good.

He was the only beacon of light in this wretched world full of lies and betrayal.

She wanted him to reciprocate her feelings but she was the grim reaper to everyone she cared about.

She wanted to keep him safe. He deserved better than her because dear Gods.

She couldn't lose another person in her shitty life. If she lost him, whatever scrap of sanity she had left would completely eviscerate.

Her hand began to slide down. She pressed her lips into a thin line then turned her head with her eyes squeezed shut as if she was in agonizing pain.

Realization struck him.

She just finished crying over her father seven minutes ago and was most likely vulnerable yet he was ready to kiss her. She was probably coming to her senses that this was a bad idea.

He didn't want to take advantage of her. That would never be his intention. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable or become something she would regret.

I'm such a piece of shit.

His cheeks burned with shame and disgust at himself. She was far more important than his desire for her.

"Jinx, I'm so-"

Her fingers grasped his chin. His heart stuttered when she leaned in and pressed her lips against his cheek; her black lipstick marking him.

Sure, she didn't kiss his mouth. But considering she couldn't muster to even kiss him on the cheek as a kid, it was a big step up.

"Thank you. For everything," She said in earnest.

He blinked himself out of his daze as he registered what had just happened. He gingerly touched his cheek which was warm for a different reason.

He broke out in a sheepish grin. "Of course. Anything."

She giggled softly while shaking her head.

What a cute, stupid dork.

She released his hand and then engulf him in a bear hug as much as her thin arms could. "Thanks, Pippin."

Ekko raised an eyebrow with an amused smile. "You keep calling me that. You seriously have to tell me what that means."

She nuzzled his shirt and inhaled his scent. "It means annoying, smug, asshole. It fits you perfectly,” She murmured with a smirk.

He chuckled, his eyes brimming at her with adoration. His arms wrapped around her frame to hold her tightly. He rested his chin on top of her head with a smile.

She lo-no. Everyone she loves dies because of her. She...liked, liked him. That should suffice, right?

She liked liked him very much and wanted him to know someday. Her heart belonged to him and she would give it to him if he ever asked.

He was her little man.

Her boy savior.

Her dreamboat.

Her Angel.

He just didn't know he was hers yet.

#timebomb #ekkojinx #ekko #jinx #jinx arcane #ekko arcane #arcane #arcane fanfic #my writing #my fics #my post #firelight jinx #hurt/comfort

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genocidalfetus · 4 months ago

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A Little Brain Rot for Kerry, SilverVDyne Edition Because Brainstorming Is A Good Thing

I would like to imagine that Kerry is very conflicted in the beginning about his feelings, for both Kei and Johnny.

That day was supposed to be his last day on earth, and yet he was interrupted. By Johnny possessing the body of a cute merc who looked like he could be an alt model if he wanted to. It filled him with a weird feeling, cuz he was literally seeing the ghost of a man he knew inside and out. A man whose body he knew. But it wasn't his body, and it wasn't a bad body to look at either. When Kei was back in control, his eyes were different, his posture and his inflection when he spoke. He was charming, a little flirty even. It made Kerry feel good, like maybe he still had it. When Johnny showed up for the concert, Kerry was nervous. It had been over fifty years since they performed together, but Johnny stepped back and let Kerry shine. He appreciated that gesture, which was definitely not something Johnny did often. Kerry felt great afterward but also found himself feeling those same feelings again towards Johnny, but he was looking at Kei's face and feeling new feelings towards this kid. Was it right to feel for two at once, especially when one was essentially a ghost?

Kerry wrestled with his feelings, even as he hired Kei to help him with the Us Cracks fiasco. His feelings for Kei grew, as did the old feelings for Johnny. It wasn't until the night he slept with Kei, and Kei did things that only Johnny would know he liked, that it dawned on Kerry that Johnny obviously felt the same way. Why else would he remember how Kerry liked to be touched, kissed, fucked? He thought things were about to get complicated the next morning until Kei reassured him that all was okay, that he knew about him and Johnny's history and he was into both rockerboys. He then told Kerry that Johnny wanted to be with them both and he wanted to make things up to Kerry for the way things ended back then. Kerry found this all weird, but it also felt right.

He could be with Kei and Johnny, and no one would get hurt because they were all on the same page. He wasn't new to poly relationships, but this was definitely the weirdest predicament he had found himself in. But that was okay. Kerry liked weird sometimes.

#cyberpunk 2077 #silvervdyne #some ramblings that I needed to get out of my head #who'd a thunk I'd be doing a johnny kerry v throuple #but these kind of musings help so I know where Kei's story is going to go #I like seeing things from the POV of the other two partners #brain rot thot

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funarisjournal · 5 months ago

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The Beginning (Comic Edition, Pt 2)

Saved the rest of this revisit for today's slow periods at work. I liveblogged on Twitter, but this is where I really get to write my thoughts out. No tiny character limits!

Anyway, if you haven't seen the first part, I suggest you check it out first because I'm going in all "Now, where was I?" Style.

[Again, my essays are more for those that have already read the story over once or twice and are looking for some deeper analyzations. Spoilers may be mentioned, so you are warned!]

Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah. Kasuga just opened the door and there was her neighbor, the one she had awkwardly talked to the previous evening.

Repeat photos, yay!

Anyway, there are two things going on here.

Kasuga opening the door to see who it is. She sees it's her neighbor and they had that convo, so she's steeling herself. She knows she can just close the door if it gets uncomfortable, but she is willing to listen because food, you say? She's (warily) listening...

Nomoto, meanwhile, is a nervous wreck because, well, how do you word this?? She is more nervous about the food proposal than Kasuga! Even on the next page, the nervousness stems from the weird-to-Nomoto request for someone to help finish off the meal she made tonight. Like, this is how she's truly introducing herself to her neighbor with little to no prior interaction. "Hi, how you doing? Wanna eat my food?"

She is well aware it sounds weird and maybe even creepy but...but what else is she gonna do with all that food when she's got no social circles or community knowledge under her belt?

We know how she acts when others (especially men) frame her passion as great wife material, but when she has to talk about it? Anxiety through the roof. She's judging herself and being self-conscious. In a way, I like how this isn't "Kasuga is a big, cold, scary woman" and more "Nomoto is super self-conscious and doesn't know how to be social in-person anymore (because she hasn't had friends since her school days and that's almost 15-ish years now, based on what I've inferred from other pages re: her current age and knowing the comic is basically Present Day)

Poor Nomoto has a lot of baggage herself. It's not as obvious in these first chapters, but she was clearly molded by folks who definitely harped on the traditional values and other expectations of adulthood around her too much....NOMOTO'S MOM.

But...I digress. So, there's something interesting to note here. I don't think I've seen people point out this specific panel. Namely, that last one, Kasuga's eye.

Kasuga loves to eat. We know this, even new readers get that impression pretty quick (and the cover, of course). She wants to enjoy all the food in the world, probably even the mediocre stuff (to which she can make future purchasing/eating-out options when she can afford it)

As you get to know her, and you come back to these early pages, you realize this food stunned her.

While we know Nomoto's food is delicious and others have voiced their satisfaction with it, Kasuga was able to taste an extra special ingredient that night. Yes, I'm being a little cheesy here. This special, "invisible" ingredient that has been missing in her life resonated within, and she responded with the most emphatic eating that, in turn, stunned Nomoto in feelings she hasn't felt before.

Fun thing to note with Nomoto in the center of the page here: based on the way it's drawn, this woman is having multiple things firing up inside her at full blast; not just the sight of someone enjoying her massive portion of food, but seeing HOW MUCH they're enjoying it and just never experiencing this before. It's new, it's stunning (multiple definitions)...she is just this side of BSOD-ing.

They have been cooking and eating with something missing all this time. Put them together and it's like something opens up within both. They had what the other was missing and they were LITERALLY NEIGHBORS...but it took a chance encounter in an elevator to start the connection

The next parts are basically Nomoto's raisom d'etre waking up from its slumber. She remembers why she took up cooking in the first place...

And while we can attribute these panels as a little lighthearted, comedic moment as the chapter comes to a close, consider this: the birds, bunnies, and deer never came...and neither did any people as she grew up and began her cooking journey. She found a "workaround" via sharing online, but it's not like her old dream. She said at the beginning how her food is missing an audience that will fully enjoy it (not just as posts). She has never had anyone around to enjoy her food until Kasuga agreed to finish off this plate.

And this is where I realized something.

....Did Nomoto even cook when she lived with her folks? Did she cook back then and they didn't enjoy it? Did she only cook for herself and that's how she learned? Or maybe her mom was like "leave all the cooking to me" so she never had a chance to show off?

Like this raises a lot of questions that I wasn't expecting to have as I reread this chapter. The future nightmare scene in Vol 2 doesn't help matters, though it gives us further insight about her friendships and her being pushed into heteronormative adulthood even at a young age. Sure, it's a nightmare, with some fantastical, nightmareish transitions, but a lot of those scenes appear to be based on past experiences she had, including the orientation quiz BUT I digress. Again! That can be for another essay!

Anyway! Whoo! What a ride, eh? And I still plan to do an essay over how Episode 1 of the drama covered their beginnings, so look forward to that!

#tsukuritai onna to tabetai onna #she loves to cook and she loves to eat #tsukutabe #essay

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thunderbunny24 · 5 months ago

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Second Chance at Love

These first couple of parts aren't going to have a ton of Matthew in them as I am a big proponent of creating backstory for my completely created characters.

Part 2

You closed the door to your daughter’s bedroom and let out a small sigh. Once you got home from dance, you cooked some cheesy chicken and rice while Violet got a shower then started on her homework. After dinner you both sat on the couch to watch a few episodes of Bluey before it was time to put Violet to bed. You read the next chapter in her Junie B Jones book to her, kissed her forehead then turned off her light. You walked to your office knowing you still had a few hours of work before you could call it a night. You wiggled the mouse connected to your laptop and went to your email account and started a new email to your manager.

To: Mark Rosenberg <[email protected]> From: Stacy Davis <[email protected]> Subject: Untitled Ari Aster Project & Song Submissions from Jess Cates

Good evening Mark!

I have read the majority of Mr. Aster’s script. It is amazing, but the character he has suggested for me…I don’t feel like I can do it justice. I’m no Florence Pugh! Please let him know I am grateful for the consideration, but that at this time I have to pass.

Please set up a writing session for next week with Jess. I texted him the other day and gave him a heads up. I love this batch of songs he sent over and there are two that, with some alterations, would fit this new album perfectly. Please work with his people to purchase the rights to In Your Love and Too Late with the option to add/edit/remove no more than 50% of the current lyrics and for myself to get a secondary writing credit. (Our normal deal with his peeps.) I need these songs bought before the writing session next week so we can work together on the edits. He can pick where we do the session, as long as it’s during the school day hours.

On a non-work related note, please tell your wife that I made her potato soup recipe last week and Violet love it! Thank her for the recipe for me.

Stacy

You scan over your email and correct any misspellings you saw then hit send. You look through your emails, seeing if there is anything you can easily delete or reply to.

After a bit you open a new tab and stare at the Google search bar trying to decide if you were going to type his name in or not. On the drive home, Violet told you that she thought he was cute. You agreed, but told her that he was probably married. You weren’t sure about that fact, but assumed it to be true. But since you left the gas station, the sweetness of his smile and the warmth of his hug had stuck with you. You typed his name in the search bar but hesitated hitting enter. You felt like a silly teenager searching your latest celebrity crush. You shook your head and closed the open tab. “I’m being ridiculous.” You thought to yourself as you unlocked your phone and looked at the picture of him and Violet with their big smiles, chuckling to yourself. You put your phone down on your desk, opened Google back up, typed Matthew Lillard and hit enter before you could talk yourself out of it.

The first thing you saw were three pictures of him smiling with the same glasses on he wore today. You started scanning the page. Age – 54, 12 years older than yourself. Height – 6’4”. You figured he was over 6 foot tall since when you two hugged, his chin rested on the top of your head. He was over a foot taller than you, but everyone felt taller than you, so that was nothing new. You scrolled down the page a bit and saw an about section. Spouse showed Heather Helm (m 2000-2014). Guess he is divorced. You shrugged and quietly said, “Join the club.” Children showed Addison Grace, Liam and Macey Lillard.

You decided to be nosey and clicked on Heather’s name. The first link was to a news story that started with “Three people were killed and three others injured in car crash”. You gasped then clicked the link. You skimmed through the article with it stating the wife and two of the children, ages 6 and 9, of Matthew Lillard died in a traffic accident on the corner of Villa Street and Los Robles Avenue in Pasadena. You looked for the date of the article and saw it was May 16th, 2014. You thought to yourself, “Almost 10 years ago. Damn.”

You went back to Matthew’s page and clicked on each child’s name to see who passed. When you clicked on Addison’s name it showed she was still alive and that she was 22 years old. That meant she was 12 when her mom and siblings died. The thought brought a tear to your eye.

You closed your laptop, grabbed your phone and headed to your bedroom. There was no way you were going to be able to make yourself read any more scripts tonight.

After changing into a tank top and taking your makeup off, you hunted down Scream 1 on HBO Max and started it playing at a low volume as you Googled Matthew Lillard again on your phone. You started scrolling through his Twitter and Instagram along with reading different news articles that were not about the car wreck until your sleep meds started to kick in. Once you felt one of your blinks taking way longer than it should, you put your phone down, set the sleep timer on your TV for 30 minutes then put your CPAP mask on and laid down to sleep right as you heard Matthew’s voice come from the TV saying “I’ll be right back”.

#matthew lillard #scream #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fanfic

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sky-drgn · 1 year ago

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Remember Us - The Original Ending

Genre: Fluff with a hurt (sorry not sorry Kunikida) Ship: Chuuya x Dazai (Soukoku) Words: 1,065 Note: This is the original ending! Do remember, I'm writing a new ending!! There is a reason for that! However the poll said to post this one and the new one... SO! Here is the original! Think of it as something to hold you over until the new (hopefully better) ending is done! Despite my editing, there still might be grammar/spelling mistakes. Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Ending 1 - Ending 2

Chuuya worked from home with Dazai either lying or sitting in his lap. That depended on if he worked in the living room or the office he made himself while Dazai was gone.

“Chibi..”

“What’s up Mackerel?”

“I’m thinking about rejoining the Mafia. It’s not like I remember too much of what happened there anyway.”

Chuuya stopped functioning for a second hearing that. “Never in any lifetime am I letting that happen. What made you think that’s a good idea?”

“I’d get to spend more time with Chibi, and if something like this happened again we’d still be together.”

“Hey, I already told ya it wasn’t your fault this happened. Even if we were together, we have no way of knowing if you’d have remembered anything.”

“I remembered them… How could I not have remembered you? I’m with Chuuya every day. I love you so much. How-”

“Hey! Osamu. It isn’t your fault. You’re never joining the mafia again. You’re here now and that’s what matters. I knew you’d remember eventually. One way or another, I knew it.” Chuuya lied.

“You’re too good for me, Slug.”

“No, it’s just the opposite, you stupid Mackerel.”

That wasn’t the last conversation they had about Dazai rejoining the Mafia. Each time Chuuya denied the idea. Both tried to make sure they understood what the other was saying.

Not even a week later work had to continue as normal. Or as normal as work could be when the Port Mafia and the ADA had to work together. On top of Dazai not seeing his co-workers in close to three weeks.

Yeah, Chuuya expects this to be a mess.

And a mess it was.

The two organizations met on neutral grounds. This way if something did break out, one side wouldn’t have the upper hand. Chuuya and Dazai were the last to arrive thanks to the younger. Although you could hear them before you could see them.

“Let go of me you stupid Mackerel.” They could hear Chuuya yell.

While no one could hear what Dazai undoubtedly whined back, they did hear Chuuya yell: “Fine! Happy now? Now go over to your shitty coworkers.”

“Much better! Thanks, Chibi!” Dazai said, with an obnoxiously loud kiss on his cheek. Both organizations just stared at the two since they were now both visible and Dazai was within earshot.

Fukuzawa and Mori - the boss of the Port Mafia - decided on their own, that for the time being that scene would be ignored. They do have more pressing matters to worry about.

Dazai’s co-workers, on the other hand, were not on the same page as their President. Dazai received a harsh glare from Kunikida and confused looks from everyone else as he took his place just behind and next to Fukuzawa.

Chuuya’s co-workers were more professional, opting to play twenty questions after the meeting was officially over. So they were only slightly more professional than Dazai’s.

Back at the agency’s office, Dazai was cornered almost immediately by Yosano, effectively putting space between Kunikida and Dazai. No one knew if she was protecting Dazai from Kunikida or Kunikida from Dazai. (If anyone in the office had to guess, it was Dazai from Kunikida.)

“What the hell was that?”

“What was what, Yosano?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about Dazai. At the meeting. You showing up late hanging all over a Port Mafia Executive.”

“Oh, that! I got more memories back. Chuuya and I are married. If I annoy my Chibi enough he’ll let me wear his hat for the rest of the day.” Only Chuuya knows it’s because Dazai will miss him. “And before you ask, we eloped in France just after our eighteenth birthdays, but we started dating at sixteen.”

“Don’t you think you should have told us that before you lost your memory?” Kunikida asked, adjusting his glasses.

“I suppose I could have after the alliance was finalized. Didn’t really cross either of our minds. No one knew before today. No one. It was safer that way.” Dazai shrugged. “If you need him to sign any papers for the employee records, I’m sure he’ll grumble about it next time he’s here.”

No one brought up the date that was supposed to happen.

The office was quiet as everyone did their assigned work - even Dazai.

Back in Port Mafia headquarters, Chuuya was unable to answer the question of his coworkers as he was called up to Mori’s office. Everyone knew they would get the answers later.

“That was quite the display you put on at the meeting.”

“You know how Dazai is. He enjoys making a scene.”

“Yes, I suppose, he would. Tell me, how long have you two been together.”

“Almost seven years, married for five of them. This, of course, doesn’t affect my loyalty to the organization. Had it I would have left with him after you had his friend killed.” An effective way to say Chuuya has no intentions of betraying the organization, and in turn Mori, while not partially being Mori’s fan anymore. For some years now. With Mori never knowing the wiser. “Especially when you could have just assigned Dazai to that case. Having him cancel the enemy’s ability and then killing him would have been an effective way to keep a valuable pawn. After smoking Sakaguchi out as a mole, of course.”

“I see, that is quite the plan. I’m not quite sure it would have worked how you expect it though. You’re dismissed.”

“We wouldn’t exactly know that now would we, it’s a bit late to find out,” Chuuya added before he left the office to meet up with the rest of his coworkers. Answer their questions.

Hours later the happily married couple was reunited in the safety of their home. Comfortable clothes with fluffy blankets surrounding them. Chuuya’s hand runs through Dazai's hair while Dazai nuzzles Chuuya’s neck, holding him tight.

“‘Samu.”

“Hm?”

“Let’s go back to Paris for our anniversary.”

“That’s in two weeks, and we still have a joint job to do. When are we leaving?”

“The second the job is over. Remind everyone why Double Black is the best, even on different sides.”

“I’ll let the President know. I’m going to do some overtime work to make up for what I missed. I’ll probably be home before Chuuya anyway, but I’ll let you know.”

“I love you Osamu.”

“I love Chuuya more.”

BSD Master List - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Ending 2

#soukoku #chuuya x dazai #dazai x chuuya #bsd chuuya #bsd chuuya nakahara #nakahara chuuya #chuuya nakahara #bsd dazai #bsd dazai osamu #dazai osamu #osamu dazai #fluff #some hurt #dazai has amnesia #amnesia au #chuuya 🥰🥰🥰#dazai 🥰🥰🥰#sky's writing ⛅

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ardn716-haydenmiddleton · 6 months ago

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WEEK 12 PHOTOBOOK EDITING

I have been working on editing and refining the book since last weeks feedback. Especially since a lot of the tweaks were easy like giving all the images a border and moving them up by a couple of millimetres so visually it felt more in the middle of the page. So on and off I have been checking back on this document but now with these cool new old images and inspiration from my mum and talking with her about Pakuranga Plaza I felt ready to get in and make some more crazy changes to the flow and story.

My first goal was adding 3 of what I felt were the coolest archival images to the photobook. The outside Foodtown image is very close to where the Pakuranga Plaza sign is now so it made sense that these two images go together. Then I played around with what image made sense to go with the inside of the mall image. I thought having a similar image with people walking inside the mall suited since there was that level of mirroring going on between the two images but the empty image with the car animatronic ride made for a better juxtaposition of how it used to be a real community hub versus now. Both of these inside images too are almost exactly the same spot as this old image. It is really cool to see an actual then versus now comparison happening within the pages.

My next issue came with the two outside images that sit next to each other. They were bugging me a lot because I took these two with my phone and the ratio of the images could be changed to be camera ratio but the quality just wasn’t the same. So then I ran out late at night with my sister to Pakuranga Plaza for an impromptu photoshoot which I will talk more in the next post. Below is just the before and after of this page now with the new images taken on my proper camera.

The only issue is these images feel quite dark compared to the other images in the book due to taking these images later at night. I will keep working with these images to perhaps change this but also it maybe works into the story of the book as the sun begins to set over the time of the photobook.

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the-corset-witch · 7 months ago

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Notion - Obsidian Switch

So, Y'all know that my Notion has been my homebase for literally everything in my many-virgo-aspects-having life since 2018. I really adored the program and the capabilities I saw with it. My uses were not what it was created for, not by any means, but oh damn if it didn't look perfect for my uses.

But then, over time to keep those uses, I incurred a subscription cost. I'd been thinking about alternatives for several reasons and this was ultimately the biggest. I had 1 Notion Workspace for Everything-- for my sims, my life, my witchery, my etsy, and it was a jumbled mess of wires with no organization after a while. And why did I only have the 1?

Well, to get the same features I was used to in a new one... I would have to pay for a whole new subscription for that new Workspace. Even if I would never need to access it on my phone, or synchronize it, or use a lot of the features you would expect to be paying for outright (ie- hosting and such). So I had to put everything in one giant melting pot because I didn't want to pay $60 just for a Sims Notion Workspace.

Enter Obsidian.MD.

Let's start with the great things:

I've been using this baby FOR FREE for the last four months. I have THREE different workspaces or 'Vaults'. It's easier to use templates, it's easier to kind of just jump on in. It was super easy to put all of my Notion into the Obsidian--- and this is where we get to the snaggles.

My Notion being a giant melting pot had melted everything together and this was so gigantically obvious when I looked at the Graph feature on Obsidian. However, this feature is the one that has me hooked, and then from there all the community plugins!!!

So I have been very slowly, for the last four months, untangling the melted mess that had been my Notion so that my Life&Craft are in one on their own, with no Sims BACC or Writing Projects Lore to interfere with them. And even still, the graph was absolutely wild.

And that big colorful blob? That's Tarot.

Those are each page for the cards, color coded by suit. You can see why I was very ready to give this a go, and also how it really sunk it's hooks into me. Streamlining how I form my life, how I journal, how I link up date in both my Obsidian and my Brain, this is a delight.

The Issue With Notion

Something I instantly began to realize was something I had kind of hated about Notion. As a person who used the database and table feature frequently, these would automatically create Pages out of anything you put into them. So every table I ever made with Notion-- that's where a lot of these clusters of dots come from on my graph. It's just a blank page with one or two properties that reflect the data it is tied to in the table on the page I made the table on.

And going through and tidying up all these little links and deleting all these pages is a hassle!!!

At this point, you can't ctrl+click to select multiple notes at a time to delete a lot at a time, and it can be a little finicky to click next to a link and not the link in order to edit the formatting so it will no longer be a link. This is the bulk of what is taking me so long, and I know once I get this all streamlined, it will be amazing.

But since I read so many books on similar subjects, ie, Herbs, there are so many tables that have similar things, like a list of herbs, and their conventional correspondences according to whatever book I was reading. Instead of Notion hooking that up to the Herb page in my Herbs section, it just made a new one for the table that now I have to delete... It's been a frustration I had while using Notion, and even now that I'm having to untangle it. Even after a considerable effort, the graph is still looking messy.

#Notion #Notion.SO #Obsidian #Obsidian.MD #mine #mad rambles

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the-orbz · 1 year ago

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Force of Chaos - DCL short story.

I wanted to write about the "Magic" System and how the emotions work in it, and I wanted to develop some characters. Dwath is special because his character caused the system to be born, Ran is special for reasons you'll find. No edits, original piece. 13 Pages according to WordCounter.net 5847 words.

Written by: "DCL Representative: Grim" (Or DCL for short.)

Section 1 - 1717 words, 3.8 Pages

^Orbz Orbz, where the fuck is Orbz? How the hell did something like this slip?^ The only thought that can rush through their mind in the immediate moment is how the god-like mortal can crush this force. ^Oh fuck it, any one of you mortals, Gilc even, get the fuck over here and get rid of this.^

Ran looks over at them, seeing her rub her hands together to create a source of warmth, her fire element igniting and giving an orange glow around her. She seems curious why she is so focused on thought and not using her powers normally, looking over at Dwath before back at her.

“Hey, what are you thinking about?” Ran asks, her helmet’s visor off.

“I am praying that someone saves us, not to the gods of course, the last thing I want is for them to actually hear me beg for their mercy.” She responds, looking up at Ran from her crouched position through her light blue visor.

“But we have Dwath, he is Death’s son, I am sure we will be fine.” Ran looks over to Dwath again, him only giving a thumbs up and a smile, putting down his scythe to release the warm aura for Ran. “He doesn’t seem very scared.”

“Well you two can avoid death- and that thing can probably sense powers, so be careful with that thing Dwath.” She sees the slight flame from the scythe and looks behind the rock she leans against, turning off her under-suit’s overshields. “God these C-Tek suits are so annoying, this damn metallite somehow is elastic AND horrible at keeping me warm.”

“You have it set to Nitrogen, you sure you can’t breathe something else?” Ran looks closely at the armor on her, trying to see past the mix of metal and black cloth to look at the suit.

“Likely she breathes oxygen too, the manites make nitrogen function the same as it, of course providing mana.” Dwath says, not looking over as he looks the other direction, looking for the next place to go.

“When did you learn chemistry Dwath?” Ran asks, getting up from her crouched position to look at him.

“Huh? Oh that was a basic lesson in Real-Chem, they teach it in college ever since the standard was exploration.” He says, looking at Ran, her brown sweater and white pants contrasting his pure black reaper robes.

“Realm Chemist- YOU WENT TO COLLEGE?” Ran seems interrupted by her surprise, knowing Dwath struggles in situations like school.

“Y’all are making me feel under qualified, practically the highest ranking young adults there are around, casting your spells with no issue and knowing all this stuff.” She says, looking back over and matching Dwath a lot better than Ran, a mix of metal in her outfit over and cloth, high grade to absorb energy shots a lot better than overshields, and very good for fashion.

“Yeah- dad made me- Hey, Mraol, you are just as qualified. You were chosen for a reason, and I am sure the bounty hunter courses helped somewhat.” He responds, patting Ran’s head.

“And we are all different in our own ways- I have pink hair and white on, I stand out like crazy here!” Ran responds to her, hugging Dwath afterwards.

“Chosen? THAT THING IS AFTER ME! Also, none of us were chosen for this- Orbz would not send his DAUGHTER on a mission with whatever that is.” Mraol shouts, her orange glow being faded out by the scythe’s stronger aura.

“Hey it is okay, we’ll get through this. No need to sound scared and angry.” Ran says, offering a hand to hold.

“Why the sudden aggression anyways?” Dwath asks, keeping one hand on the scythe for the warmth to stay up.

“Because it’s not there.”

“What?”

Just as Dwath and Ran say “What” it immediately strikes, scaring both of them apart as the purple scythe-like claw hits between them. It would of hit Ran’s arm had she not put it out, startling her a lot before Dwath grabs her and warps behind Mraol.

“Oh yeah thanks for helping the more vulnerable one- WHY BEHIND ME OH NO-” Mraol quickly jumps to the side as she sees her concern lift the scythe and sweep. “HA! MISSED ME!”

“RUN MRAOL” Both Ran and Dwath yell, backing up.

“I am TRYING.” An orange glow releases from her eyes as she jumps up onto the scythe, blue surrounding her body as she swings around the thin pole of the purple scythe.

It shoots an energy blast right at Mraol, catching the end of her orange power and pushing her back. She quickly fires a blast from her pistol, a yellow ribbon wrapping around her arm to the gun as it shoots straight up at the source of the weapon. Mraol feels the impact of another swing, dropping her gun and holding against the pole, clinging on above the blade. Dwath releases Ran and jumps up, using his own scythe to slash at the pole, being surprised as it barely causes any damage.

“Fucking- HELP ME PLEASE!” Mraol stands on the blade and snatches her weapon back, a vine shooting from her hand to grab it.

“My scythe BOUNCED OFF THE THING, WHAT IS IT MADE OF?” He looks over to Ran, catching an orb she tosses.

“Oi I am just the support!” Ran uses her powers to cast a powered orb, much different then the tech orb tossed previously. She shoots the red glowing orb over at Mraol, seeing the aura cover her and cheering at the success.

“Hell if I know! FUCK-” Mraol deploys a see through green shield out of her fist and flings a shot explosive away, blowing up behind her. “That was sick as hell.”

More arms come down from the mass, one glowing yellow and being the source of the explosives, and another that simply has a claw. Mraol swiftly fires more shots from her gun, yellow only powering two more and her green shield going down. Dwath throws the orb up, catching the yellow shots in it, jumping up to grab it.

“The hell Dwath?”

She fires more shots, knowing without yellow powers the accuracy will be off. Dwath slams the orb into his weapon to gain the powers and cut off the explosive arm.

“You have LITERAL GOD MAGIC, WHY DID YOU NEED TO STEAL MINE?” Mraol yells, dodging the falling arm.

“For some reason mine doesn’t work! I used legendary magic and it only went through with no damage.” Dwath responds, dashing down.

The scythe arm changes its target to Dwath after losing the explosives, Mraol taking a moment to breathe a sigh of relief the explosives left after her shield. Her eyes then widen as she remembers the scythe and quickly fires, no aura to it. She panics even more as she sees the grab arm come down and try to block the shot, but the energy narrowly races past the claws and hits the spot weakened by the previous shot, breaking the arm off.

“Holy FUCK Dwath you almost got hurt.” Mraol says, deploying a red blade out of her left hand using a different power.

“WHAT? WHY DID YOUR NORMAL WEAPON HIT IT?’ Dwath asks, death not a concern for a reaper like him. Perhaps Death’s help could make this easier.

“Hell if I know-” She says before being interrupted by the claw, cutting through it with her red blase.

“Hey, does it not seem like it is going easier on us?” Ran asks, looking over to the two of them as the arms stop for a moment.

“Haha, maybe it knows what happens if it hurts you. It only targeted Dwath after he cut a limb.” She jokes, seeing her red sword shrink into a dagger.

“Wait what if it only wants you, Mraol?” Dwath says, wondering why another arm hasn’t come down- “Wait, arms? The report was something much different?”

“Oh, because you can hurt it!” Ran adds, beginning to look up with Dwath.

“The thing I said that was looking for me doesn’t care about fighting the kids of some of the strongest people? Really?” Mraol sarcastically asks, not looking up because she knows what is next. She holds her pistol up.

“Oh you already said- we should get out before it starts trying.” Ran says, looking back down to see Mraol holding the gun up.

“I thought we just beat it-” Dwath says, before hearing the loud shot of Mraol’s gun, legendary aura surrounding it and making a full cannon enhancer. “HO WHA”

“One is not enough.” Mraol says, a light shield beginning to cover all of them and dark spikes growing.

“Wait what?” Ran asks, looking at the shield.

“Wait for it.”

“For what? Dwath asks.

“Why do you still doubt me?” Mraol asks back.

“I don-”

Slam

A hammer comes down, green aura covering a hole within it to heal it, and a green shield covering it from further shots. Not as strong as it could be because of the massive amount of healing needed for the hole. It slams against the light shield, the green shield around it immediately shattering from the dark spike but in return shattering the shield.

“RUN FOR YOUR LIVES DWATH AND RAN, GO” Mraol quickly starts sprinting as several green claws come down and repair the other arms.

“What? OH-” Dwath sees the scythe come for him yet again and blocks with his own. “RUN RAN!”

“EEP” She quickly sprints after Mraol, shooting more red orbs at Dwath before pulling him, watching his scythe get pulled up out of his hands.

“IT HAS MY SCYTHE-” Dwath exclaims, backing up and following Ran.

“USE YOUR RED POWERS.” Mraol yells back, a familiar shade of purple covering her as a circle forms ahead of her. “GET READY.”

Dwath tries to cast a red spell, a group of red bones coming out instead. Ran looks over confused and he just shrugs, shooting white bones. The white bones don’t go through the purple and lift the scythe off for it to fall, Dwath swiftly catching it and grabbing Ran.

“JUMP.” The purple portal forms in front of Mraol, her swiftly sliding into it.

Dwath jumps in with Ran, pulling his scythe through just as the portal closes.

Section 2 1243 words, 2.8 Pages

“Holy SHIT that was close. I dunno if I was about to cast green or light again.” Mraol says, sighing as she yet again sits against a rock. She looks up to the purple sky putting her hands against her face. Her gloves touch her visor then her mask, but the feeling is still the same.

“Why was it so urgent we left?” Ran asks, looking at Dwath, who is checking his scythe.

“I have fought against that thing so many times, the arms are more like… fingers to a hand. The palm, which we got out before it came, would have shot a barrage of shots like the one I shot through that hammer.” Mraol states, holding her knees against her chest.

“Which finger was the hammer?” Ran says, following the metaphor.

“Pinky. A strong support that matters a ton. That was what, 4 fingers? We did not get to the ‘thumb’ of the hand either.” Mraol responds, looking up at Dwath.

“I see a town. Very very far in the distance.” Dwath says, yet again standing.

“Hey Dwath, what the hell was with the bones?” Ran asks, pulling his scythe away from him.

“I’m uh, an irregular caster, I have a large portion of abilities but I can only use them through bones. The scythe is my wand.” He says, fidgeting.

“Ah.” She hands it back. “Hey, you did well that fight, not scared at all and looking badass!”

“With your help I can fight off the depression easily.” He says, yet again creating a conversation Mraol is outside of.

“Awe, I will always be here for you Dwath!” Ran says affectionately, hugging him.

“Oi lovebirds, we still have a threat after us. A town you say?” Mraol interrupts, though their conversation did not have far to go.

“Oh, yeah, we could probably warp there now?” Dwath responds, letting go of Ran and pointing the direction with his scythe.

“Oh hell no, not with that thing on us. I say we go far away from it.” Mraol says, getting up.

“But they could have supplies and help.” Ran adds, looking over to Mraol then the town.

“Yeah, but unless you are ready to defeat that thing once and for all there is no need to go into the town and have them deal with it. It will think you guys are part of some sort of army, compared to new people at least.” Mraol responds, knowing last time she visited a town the town was fine.

“Oh.”

“Hey, we damaged it that much, we can defeat it!” Dwath says, holding his scythe ready.

“Mm, remember what I said about ‘fingers?’” Mraol asks, the worry in her voice concerning the others.

“Yeah?” They both ask, looking over.

“Those were the nails of the finger. The rest of the finger is like summons as strong as Dwath.” Mraol says, stepping on the stone she was against. The mist that makes up the clouds above compliments the almost night sky very well.

“Me?”

“Nearly impossible unless its power source is gone, then maybe you stand a small chance.” Mraol says, jumping down.

“Awe, thanks- where are you going?” He asks.

“Testing your theory about getting help!” Mraol says, opening a dark portal below Ran and bringing her with her.

“Eep!” Ran says, seeing the purple scythe coming down. “OH GOD WHAT IS THIS PLAN DEAR GOD IlLUSIONIST HELP.”

“Wait WHAT ARE YOU DOING-” Dwath quickly jumps to the portal but it disappears, him falling flat.

The purple scythe stops in an instant as Illusionist appears, pausing time with light magic and unfreezing the gang. Rams life almost began to flash before her eyes.

“MRAOL WHAT THE HELL.” Ran yells at her before Illusionist gently pushes her.

“Heard you called?” Illusionist says, the childlike god still in his colorful outfit, a light blue hoodie with paint stains all over and his huge paint brush.

“Do I have, like, an express call to gods?” Ran asks, confused why Illusionist showed up.

“Yeah Orbz would kill me if someone even push- oh no.” He says, looking up as Orbz falls through.

“What the hell happened?” All of the powerful orbs are on as he stands in front of Ran.

“Orbz!” Mraol exclaims with joy.

“Hi dad-”

“Big ass thing, I paused time to save Ran.” Illusionist says, scoffing knowing he did not need the help of Orbz.

“You are going away from here.” Dark purple surrounds Ran before she disappears, the paused beast being looked at in its paused motion.

“Hey Orbz, can you help me with this thing?” Mraol asks, her back turned to it.

“Hey wait, why aren’t you asking me?” Illusionist asks, crossing his arms.

“No, not my job to help with these affairs.” Purple begins to cover the same suit that warped Ran.

“Wait, do you not want to help save someone?” Mraol asks, looking at him.

“Not allowed to.” And just like that, gone.

“Hey I can still help-” Illusionist says, looking at her and then to the thing.

“Gods are cheating though.” She says, looking up with her hands to her face.

“And Orbz isn’t?” Illusionist asks, ready to help her.

“Yeah, you are right. Besides, Dwath can’t even harm it.” She says, dropping her hands and looking at Illusionist.

“Oh shit Dwath is here?” Illusionist looks up and unfreezes Dwath.

“Aren’t you like, all knowing? Would you not know that?” She asks him.

“Yeah but like, knowing everything gives a headache, so I only filter the important stuff. Hi Dwath!” Illusionist teleports Dwath over.

“Hi- hey is that still moving?” Dwath asks, looking over to the purple thing.

“Maybe I slowed time?” Illusionist says, checking his spell. “No, it is just doing that. How about that.”

“What do you mean ‘How about that?’” They both ask, staring at him.

“I honestly have no clue what is happening and why it is doing that, that doesn’t scare me anyways, the rest of it however, that is stepping here.” Illusionist says, looking closely at it. “Must be purple.” He mumbles.

“Well, can you help?” Dwath asks, looking at it.

“Uh, I don’t think so, not allowed to.” Illusionist says, looking at his paint book.

“WHO THE FUCK IS SAYING Y’ALL CAN’T HELP?” Mraol finally yells.

“Uh, Gilc, he learned how to read the script and is fixing some problems, you gotta go learn magic.” Illusionist responds, kind of wanting to help her, now for reasons beyond being offended.

“Oh, well I guess who I didn’t want to help is actually the nicest. Thank you Illusionist.” She says, holding out her hand.

“Hey where is Ran?” Dwath asks.

“I would like to help, see you around I guess.” Illusionist says, shaking her hand awkwardly.

“Wait, I do not know how to use my powers reliably, can you help?” She asks him, hoping maybe.

“Is she safe?”

“I can teach you after this-” He looks up to her eyes and sees the genuine change, accepting help from him. “You have all types, you just gotta master your emotions.”

“Thank you.” She says.

“Guys?”

Illusionist hugs her tightly before warping out, time slowly fading back in. The purple scythe slowly picks up speed as Mraol backs up, opening her hand and seeing something, quietly putting it into her pocket.

“Yeah shut up, Orbz took her.” Mraol grabs Dwath and slams him through the portal, the two of them landing on a bed in the town.

Section 3 - 1757 Words, 3.9 Pages

“Oi, off! Taken!” Dwath says, pushing her off him.

“You dummy, we had to go through the portal like that or else I would not have been able to cast it.” She gets off him and looks around, seeing the wood of the building and the warm yellow light. “Well, I guess we are in the town, one way or another.”

“Yeah, let's hope it takes a while. I wonder why it was so fast last time?” He asks, looking at her as he sits.

“I’ll explain to you after we are sure this is a place okay to be.” Mraol opens the door and peaks her head, looking down the hall and not seeing much, but hearing some chatter. “Might be a tavern, come on out.”

“Well I wasn’t going to sit in this bed forever.” He says, getting up and following her.

“You could convince me with those sleep ropes.” She responds, walking down the halls with him before. “Aha, it is! Can you drink? I’ll buy you one.”

“Yeah, I am fine, I don’t often though.” He says, looking around.

“Well, today you are lucky, I need to have a drink with me to see if someone is attempting to drug me, so you get to get a drink too!.” She grabs his hand and pulls him over to the bar, sitting down.

“Hello! Did you come from the rooms? I don’t remember checking you in.” The tender is seen messing with a device under the table, seeming to fix something.

“Yeah, random portal again, thankfully the room was empty!” She says, joking around. “Best I pay for the room for the night, and some drinks to go with it for me and my friend.”

Dwath covers his surprise over how much more joyful she seems here, looking around and seeing the odd devices around. He hears a drink being poured and the cup slide towards him, instinctively grabbing it. The oddest thing for him is the amount of clear mages, despite this being a known world.

“So, come here often?” The tender asks, pouring her drink next.

“Eh, not really, I am being chased by this odd thing that is really set on destroying me, and I seem to be the only one that can harm it.” She says processing the motion behind the table with her purple powers. “Met god though, he was pretty nice.”

“He? Thought god was supposed to be genderless or something.” He says, her magic revealing that he was fixing a control for the light switch.

“Odd spot for a light switch.” She comments, remembering the item in her pocket. “Kind of like a kid, too. But there are others, I thought they are commonly discussed on Spy News?”

“Oh, no access, this is a semi-protected world. Our vast magical enhancement here helped stop the others from coming here. Typically helps mages by giving them the spell they need, and making those who know which spell they need stronger.” He says, realizing she saw through the table. “More than a light switch, it is the party switch. Colorful lighting for fun events and lots of variety instead of the calm brown. How about your friend?”

“Oh him? He is the son of the Grim Reaper.” She says, taking a sip.

“How about that? Well, hope your adventure goes well. It won’t destroy this town, will it?” He asks, concerned for the safety of others.

“Nah, only after me, I am sure it will find a way to only get me. It is smart, knowing who to go for.” She says, leaning back in her seat.

“Well, if you need our help, we will try our best.” He says, putting a glass back. “I have to go serve others, but I hope your night goes great.”

“You too!” She says, then turning to Dwath. “So, how is it?”

“The drink?” He says, coming back in from being zoned out.

“The place, is it different than what you are used to? I imagine you see all sorts of people and places.” She says, looking at the door as someone walks in.

“I mean, Segmentia feels like rubble, Nelchgotoy feels too industrial, the colonies are a bit… cramped. But this place is comforting, and the people here feel so different and unique- I mean different crystal C-Tek or Mechas still exist, but it is different here.” He says, looking at the colorful outfits of each person and the furniture, vines make up the stands for some tables, others use a solid rock, some have games on them.

“In the Lost Worlds people learn to become a bit more expressive, their powers and them adapting to do all sorts of unique things compared to the same things we see on the news. People from here make the best champions. Red powers for example are only a sword and armor meta because Xile uses them.” She says, seeing the man who walked in purple and a reddish pink outfit. “Odd, he has the same vibe as that thing.”

“So, my bones would be more welcome here?” He asks, seeing the unique weapons.

“More than welcome, you would fit in. So would Ran with her orbs.” She responds, looking at the guy closer. “Speaking of the thing, it has been a while since it appeared.”

“Maybe it went on break.” He jokes.

“Wait, it has never attacked me while I was sleeping- maybe it is?” She chuckles, before being immediately startled by the man she was looking at appear in front of her.

“Keep looking at me like that and I’ll think you like me. You have to be a bit more discreet with your looking.” He says, leaning forwards and looking at her, one eye looking to her through her mask and the other covered by shadow.

Dwath chuckles, not commenting.

“Eep, sorry, you just have the same colors as something that's been chasing me. Hard to forget about it.” She says, apologizing and seeing his eye, a beautiful mix of purples with stars, mimicking a night sky.

“Haha, an ex? Not every mage of the same color is the same, though it may be the same emotions.” He says, catching a drink slide from the tender.

“No no, an actual creature! It is huge and hides behind the clouds; I need to tell Dwath about it anyways, so I can share with you too.” She turns around to put her hands on the table.

“Ah, I am interested.” He says, facing the same way.

Dwath looks over, “How hard is it to beat anyways?”

“Ah, so to start, I have not been too sure with my spells. I have mostly been randomly casting and it has worked, and I learned that the convenient one popping up is because of this planet! The thing though, it has been after me for a while~ I would say a few months by now? It started out very slow, only using the hammer and oh god I was scared when a hammer came from nowhere. Green powers kept me by, making shields and healing the heavy damage. If it had not moved so slow at those times I doubt I would be here- especially since it has broken bones!”

“Oh- why has it not done that now?” Dwath asks.

“Well, aside from us dodging well, it was stronger before I started weakening it. Each new spell I showed it also showed a new thing, making it harder and harder. And the one mage who knew about its legacy only told me about how it was a tier 2 Chromatic caster, stuck in Dark powers and all the colors, elements, and such. At first I thought I had an advantage, I have more than that! But when I went to fight it, it clearly had way more.”

“You are cute when you ramble.” The starry eye stranger says, still facing her.

Dwath watches carefully, wondering what he wants.

“Eep, at least you are fine with it.” She says, taking a sip and lowering her mask. “Anyways, it appeared to have a bit more than that, I have seen it use Soul powers and Legendary Magic, and a very small amount of Light, Black, Shadow, White, and Clear.”

“What has it not used?” Dwath asks, the stranger amused.

“Crystal and Void. It has basically doubled in power. Not even I can use Void yet, and crystal rarely comes out.”

“Oh, most people do not have access to the void tree- wait.” Dwath pauses.

Both of them ask the same question, “You have access to the Void tree?”

“What is wrong with that?” She asks.

“Mraol, not even Illusionist can use that.” Dwath says.

“Only Keeper of Duality’s people have that power- Mraol? You can call me Starry.” He says, his eye still in shadow.

“I am not affiliated with him at all- what does that mean?” She asks.

“You have a special power. Be wise, typically that much power consumes somebody.” Starry says, getting up.

“Oh wow- where are you going?” She asks.

“Places to be.” He says, leaving coins on the table before pausing and leaning forwards to her. “Unless you want me elsewhere?”

Dwath hears this and carefully grabs his scythe, casting telekinesis to Mraol tell her to be careful before feeling it swiped away and realizing.

“Maybe your contact information, but nothing tonight, don’t want to abandon my friend.” She says, looking at his lilac colored hair and light skin tone up close to her.

“Shame. You will see me around, trust me, I am something of a… legend.” He backs up and bows, warping out.

“VOID CASTER.” Dwath says, looking to Mraol.

“Huh? Wait, do you think he is like me?” She says, confused.

“Yes- maybe he was looking for other non-keeper of duality casters?” He responds, a bit more excited.

“I guess we will look for him in the morning, let's go get some sleep.” She pulls coins outside of her pouch and waves to the tender, putting down more than enough.

“Hey wait, how many beds is the room?” Dwath asks her.

“Uh, one, we landed on it.” She says, walking him to the room.

“Bone bed.” Dwath summons a number of white bones and grabs a blanket.

“Dwath that cannot be comfortable.” She says, sitting in her bed and lying down.

“You’d be surprised.” He wraps himself in a blanket and uses a bone to turn off the light.

“Eh, well, see you tomorrow.” She responds, unconfident of his comfort.

“Goodnight.”

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Mraol wakes up and stretches, looking over at Dwath, she throws the bone he forgot to desummon from the light at him.

“Oi, what the heck?” He says, annoyed to wake up like that.

“Can’t have you sleep all day, off we go before it gets us.” She says, fixing her bed.

“Oh right.”

“You know, instead of using a bone bed, you could have teleported home or something.” She says, folding her blankets.

“Did you sleep in your armor?” He asks, desummoning the bones and folding his blanket.

“Did you sleep on a row of bones?” She asks back, putting his folded blanket on the bed.

“Right, fair. So let's go outside.” He responds, rubbing his eyes.

“Want to see something cool?” She asks.

“What?”

A portal opens from the center of the room and drags the both of them outside the tavern. One dark claw flips the do not disturb sign to open and leaves as the portal closes.

“Was that you?!” He asks, quick to hold his scythe and surprised.

“No, and here we go again. I think I figured it out.” She responds, looking up at the thing and side stepping the first scythe attack.

“Figured what out?” He asks, looking to her and smacking a bomb away.

“That’s Starry, he is learning the powers from me. Dark, Red, and Purple mage. He learned the other powers from other people.” She says, holding up her shield to block the next attack.

Unexpectedly the thing attacks a different way, slamming its hammer down above Mraol. She hears the sound of the hammer coming and looks up, confused, before being pushed by the bar tended. He seems to smack the hammer away with green fists, his aura manifesting into fist weapons.

“Careful– To be honest I did not know you were actually being chased.” The bartender says, looking around.

“Oh shit, he is fighting for real now. Watch out!” She wipes off the sleepiness off by using water elements, cold watering Dwath as well.

“I’M AWAKE!” He yells, grabbing his scythe.

“You need this.” She says, determined to defeat Starry once and for all and casting red over each of her companions.

“I’ll stop it from harming any of the town.” The bartender says, nodding as she green enchants his clothes as armor and white enchants all of it. The kindness to help the town out.

“See, I spread my powers Dwath!” She jumps up, blue covering her and enhancing her abilities, being enough to beat it.

“I’ll take the summons!” Dwath says, seeing several warriors come down, a mix between dark warriors using electricity and light warriors using fire.

^For me, I will gain enough power to impress the others.^ She warps the top part of it to the open area of before, getting behind a rock and repeatedly using light powers to undo its warp attempts. Several blasts shoot down destroying the rocks, the purple sky being as prominent as ever.

“You think that is a good shot?” She holds her pistol up, aiming directly at the heart of it. Knowing the perfect spot to shoot as the yellow enhanced shots fire.

It yells as it comes down, scaled down quite a bit due to needing to compress itself to reform. A spiked head and a number of legs from the back come out, crawling like a spider towards her.

“You know, the legends of a caster really were what interested me in continuing to learn.” She says, firing consecutive blasts from her pistol. “I looked at you since you looked like the legends.”

It slams a claw into the floor next to her before she jumps up.

“But I didn’t think I would be good enough.”

Its weakened claw turns into a dark vine grabbing at her leg.

“Or if I was doing the right thing.”

Several dark tendrils rush to her spot.

“If I had to get it perfect.”

Seemingly, they miss and she appears behind it.

“If I was really going to be helping others.”

It swiftly turns around and slams a red sword into the floor, becoming smaller in size.

“But I kept trying.”

It recollects its sword and forms into a dark humanoid, wielding a red sword in one hand and a dark wand in the other.

“But I didn’t feel much until I had friends come.”

It slashes at her spot before she slides under and fires a few more shots, hitting its chin.

“And also, I could have beaten you earlier, Starry, back in training days.”

A large purple light glows before she appears in several spots, using Void Magic to remove several sections until it is just him.

“Maybe we could go out!” She says, smiling and looking at him.

He looks up at her, void crystal in his right eye where shadow once was, the void in it fading away. “Really?”

“No- did you not see the purple? Signing up to be a villain is not how you win someone's heart.” She says, looking away from him.

“How did you realize I was from training?” He asks, looking up at her.

“Everyone else here does not use stereotypical stuff, and you were after me only. And when only I could damage you, it was a clear sign of the purple mage I once had, especially when you were nothing like the legends! And when you came as Starry asking if the thing after me was an ex, it was so clear! What was the plan, learn all spell types as that thing and then appear after being gone for like, a year?”

“Still cute when you ramble.” He comments.

“Shut up Starry.” She says, ready to take him to justice using void magic when time seems to slow. “Illusionist I swear to god.”

“One, he is god. Two, wrong god. I will be taking him.” In a moment, Keeper of Duality takes Starry away.

“Damn it.” She takes the item out of her pocket and looks. A note around a crystal. She puts puts the crystal in her C-Tek suit and warps back to the town.

“Mraol!” Dwath cheers, greeting her with excitement.

“Dwath! GET YOUR ASS TO RAN IT HAS BEEN 12 HOURS SHE MUST BE WORRIED YOU DIED!” She yells, startling Dwath.

“Eep- okay, good job! I’ll see you around.” Dwath bows before teleporting with a bone rather than his scythe, smiling.

“How did it go?” Mraol asks, looking at the bartender.

“It went good, they were not too hard with your enhancements.” He responds.

“Oh good, I’m taking a map and then seeing god.” She says, warping to the room.

^Shit, she actually met god.^ He looks up and sees the sky back to its natural state, a mix of all colors of powers.

End

Bonuses

Note:

I do know a lot, like you will open this note when done! Here is a reality crystal, it is equal to my crystal, only a bit different. If you would like to come join me, this should let you warp up to the legendary realm, and you will be recognized as either a demigod, or maybe, a god. -xoxo Illusionist

^Lord why did he do xoxo-^

Extra Scene:

“Ran, do not interact with our plans.” He says, looking to her.

“Our? What do you mean?” She asks, looking up.

“Keeper of Duality, he is bringing some change.” He responds.

“What if someone gets hurt?” She asks, holding a green orb. “No one got hurt, I promise.”

#dcl #my ocs #short story #short stories #fiction #dwath sape #ran aster #mraol chromatic #illusionist keep #the orbz #oc rp #character dialogue

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barnesbabee · 3 years ago

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collab || J.Y

ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ 2 - ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴍ.ʟɪꜱᴛ

Summary: Two famous porn stars have a fun collab together.

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x gn!reader

Words: Just enough

⚠ although there is no mention of gender, the reader wears makeup and lingerie, so if you are uncomfortable with that, don't read ⚠

As Yunho dried his hair with a small towel, he heard the familiar ding sound from his social media. He had just finished uploading the edited version of his live stream, so it wasn't unusual for him to be contacted by a bunch of people right after, however, he didn't expect to see you.

You weren't well known in the porn scenario, as you were fairly new and the competition was vast, but your 'Around The World' series had become a huge success and a major hit for its originality.

Yunho was quite a fan of the series, so when he saw your message, his fingers were crossed.

Y/N: Hello! My name is Y/N, I'm not sure if you know my work, but I am a porn star that is currently doing a series called 'Around The World' where I... well, fuck people all around the world. My next stop is South Korea and I have seen your work before and I think our style is very similar and I would love to do a collab with you! Feel free to check out my work on my page, I hope to hear from you soon! xoxo

The tall man squealed like a high schooler getting a text from his crush, he's always wanted a collab and now he was about to get one in one of the biggest series of the moment!

Yunhxxx: Hello Y/N! I am aware of your series and I am a fan! I would love to do the collab with you! I'll send you my number so we can talk about the details more comfortably :)

Part of your anxiousness died down at his response. Most porn stars were very polite and kind in front of the camera, and in business discussion, all for that quick buck, but you'd find, with your series, that a lot of them were just assholes with a huge ego. You had a good feeling about Yunho, but you didn't want to get your hopes up and then be disappointed.

The arrangements didn't take long, as you were both excited for the collab to happen, making it very easy to communicate. Yunho was kind enough to offer his own home for you to sleep in, arguing that 'whoever fucks me gets to sleep in my house for free'.

Yunho spent the weekend preparing everything for your arrival on Monday morning: he cleaned his whole house, stocked his fridge and cabinets with all sorts of food, and sanitized every toy of his. By the time he received your 'I'm on my way!' text, his house was the cleanest it had ever been.

The man showered, put on his best cologne, and applied some dark eyeshadow under his eyes. As he stood in front of the closet in his briefs only, he wondered what he should go for. A sophisticated look? A sexy look? An outlaw-looking look? He wanted something to get you immediately attracted to him. Yunho wanted to make you feel good, not to make you act as if you felt good.

Ultimately he chose a black button-up and black suit pants. He decorated his long fingers (that he had come to learn was something many people liked about him) and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.

Yunho was aware of his innocent appearance. He had had his cheeks squeezed one too many times, so he caught on quickly. However, the man loved to play with his looks. He loved to make people wonder what kind of person he was, with a cute face, yet an intimidating look.

Before he knew it, his doorbell rang. Yunho took one last look in the mirror, just to make sure everything was in its place and walked towards the door. The first hello wasn't awkward at all, as you'd already had a few zoom calls to discuss what would happen in your collab, just to make sure there were no misunderstandings.

Once you stepped in with your suitcase, you couldn't help but notice how neat, modern, and well decorated his house was. The walls were white with big windows, and the furniture was a mix of grey, light blue, and white. Yunho lead you to the guest room where you'd be staying, and it was a lot nicer than you expected. The bed was high and large, the duvet was grey with a bunch of fluffy white and red pillows decorating it. In front of the bed was a modern black vanity with lightbulbs around the squared mirror, and against the wall in front of the door was a black, sliding door wardrobe, with a large, orange, and red abstract painting of a couple. His house looked simple yet classy, with just the right amount of colour and decoration. You took a look at him, his dark look contrasting the house.

"You already got prepared?"

Yunho looked a little puzzled for a second, but then understood. "Oh! Oh no, you've just arrived, you must be tired! This is just... how I dress?" He said, feeling a little embarrassed.

You took a good look at his outfit.

"You always dress like that? Wow..."

Yunho's cheeks became a little red at the comment, and he stumbled over his words as he thanked you. He was used to receiving compliments when he had his clothes off, but with clothes on? Not so much... Before closing the door, Yunho told you to feel at home, and that when you were ready you could start setting everything up in the room he used to shoot.

The man had never felt that nervous, so when he finally closed the door, he immediately headed to his living room, and found the whiskey bottle he kept for emergencies. He poured a generous glass and sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone as he waited for you.

You were pretty much used to the routine, and since you had a stopover in a neighboring country and spent the night there, the trip hadn't been too tiring. You sat on the very convenient vanity and re-did your makeup. You liked to match your look to your type of content, so you went for a dark look: dark purple lipstick, a heavy, black smokey eye, and loads of mascara. You made sure to apply a lot, so it would run down your face and give the viewers the fucked out look they loved to see.

The lingerie matched your makeup: black lace lingerie with some bling here and there, and a garter belt to accessorize. You grabbed your robe from your suitcase and exited the room.

"Yunho?" You called, peeking your head from behind the wall.

"Hm?"

His eyes widened when he looked up. You were completely different from the person he had met.

"I am ready if you are!"

He nodded and stood up, downing the rest of his 2nd whiskey cup in one go. Yunho took you upstairs and opened the door to his 'studio'.

In the center of the room was a carpet, and a big, empty space behind it.

"I usually move the bed or the couch over there, depending on what I want to do that day. I found that it was easier to move the furniture than the whole set up." He explained, pointing at the empty space.

Against the wall, opposite of you, there was a bed, much like the one on your bedroom, and a nice, black leather couch. Beside you there was a closet, where Yunho kept all his toys, accessories, and streaming outfits. Other than that it was just the usual setup: a desk with a computer, professional lights, and a camera.

Yunho walked over to the couch and moved it with ease to the empty space.

"So we've already decided?" You asked.

The man smirked as if simply entering the room turned him into a completely different person.

"I already have everything planned out for you dear, it would be rude to have my guests work."

You blushed slightly, and sat on the couch, waiting for the green light.

You watched as he opened the closet, displaying his wide collection. He picked a bunch of stuff that he set on top of a towel on the floor.

"Alright, that's about it."

You cocked your head to the side, in confusion.

"You're not getting dressed?"

Yunho reached for the choker he had brought and softly placed it around your neck, tying it just tight enough. He hooked his finger on the big metal ring on the front and tugged on it. You followed his silent command and knelt on the ground, in front of the couch.

"I'm already dressed, for the concept we're gonna try."

You were getting curious and excited. You stayed still as he started up the live stream. Yunho turned on the lights, set up the camera, and pressed 'Start Live Video'. The screen counted down from five, until the live started.

Yunho sat on the couch behind you, and placed his large hand on your head.

The man smirked as soon as the comments started raining.

There was a mixture of fuck yeah's and happy cheers as they recognized Yunho, and became excited for what was to come. The live was obviously happening on your account, although you would always split the tips with the person you worked with.

"Hello," Yunho started, and you let him take the lead "welcome to the 24th edition of Around The World, I am today's guest, and we have such a great show for you today, don't we?"

Yunho tugged on your hair, making you wince. You looked at the camera and nodded.

The 30 dollar donation ding sounded, announcing that someone had made a request.

'Make her sit on your thigh'

You let Yunho take the lead once more, hooking his finger on your choker's hoop and pulling you up, to sit on his thigh. You hummed as you rolled your hips, causing friction between your core and his thigh. Your hand ran along his torso, feeling the fabric of his shirt.

"He has too many clothes, don't you think?" You asked the camera, in a flirty tone.

There was a rain of comments agreeing with you, and you immediately got to work, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. His dick print was already very visible in his pants, and you could now understand why he wanted to wear that look.

You removed his shirt, slowly and teasingly, as the viewers praised Yunho's toned body.

The male hooked his finger on your underwear and snapped it against your skin. Your little whimper at the sudden pain made him smirk.

Yunho ran his hands along your body, making you shiver from the cold metal of his rings.

Tips and donations rained down with many requests, and so you went back on the floor and laid your head on Yunho's thigh, your face mere inches away from his hard-on. You perked your ass up and traced the shape of his cock with your finger.

"What do you think? Should we reward them?" Yunho asked, petting your head as he stared into the camera.

As expected, everyone gave you the green light to continue, so you slowly opened his fly, to find he had no underwear on. You freed him from his pants, gripping his length in your hand. You kept eye contact with the male, and although you were a professional, you were always nervous when you had to take dicks on the bigger side.

You spat on his tip, and played with his cock for a second, before slowly inserting it in your mouth. Yunho groaned and threw his head back, taking in the warmth of your mouth. His hand was tangled in your hear, gripping it and tugging on it from time to time.

"Shit, you're doing so good..."

Yunho was very vocal, to your (and the viewer's) pleasure.

The 50$ notification ding sounded, and a message played right after.

'bby I wanna see you jump on his cock'

Yunho smirked and gripped your hair, in a firm, yet not painful way. He swiped his thumb across your bottom lip, cleaning the remaining saliva.

"Hmm, you know what, so do I."

You stripped from your underwear, in a sensual way for the viewers (and Yunho) to enjoy.

Yunho slapped his thigh, and you climbed onto his lap, slowly but surely sinking down on his length. You gripped onto his shoulders for stability and groaned as every inch of his cock disappeared inside of you.

His hands gripped your ass, spreading your cheeks in a beautiful way for the camera to see. The male helped you, as you rode him, not only by holding your hips and guiding you, but also by snapping his hips up against yours. Filthy slapping sounds along with the mixture of your moans echoed in the room, and the donations were reaching their peak.

"F-fuck baby you're s-so good, you're doing so well."

You gripped his shoulders harder, as his praises drew you closer and closer to your edge.

"They're c-close! Should we l-let them cum?"

It was impressive how professional Yunho was. How he looked so immersed in you, so tired and fucked out, with his fringe sticking to his forehead and eyes burning into your soul, yet he didn't forget to interact with the viewers.

There were many people leaning towards yes, begging to hear the way you sounded as you came, and so he worked hard until you screamed his name and tightened around his cock. He let you rest and recompose for a second, but the way you clenched around him made it impossible for him to hold it in any longer.

"Shit, get on the ground."

You gladly complied, and got on your knees for him, immediately sticking out your tongue, as you could predict what would come after.

Yunho jerked himself off to your fucked out face, and soon a string of curses came out of his mouth, as he spilled all over your face. He smirked and wiped some of his cum off of your face with his thumb.

"Say ah, pretty baby."

You smiled and opened your mouth. He inserted his finger in your mouth and you happily licked it clean.

Yunho cupped your face with his hand, and smiled.

"You behaved so well, I might have to reward you again."

His head tilted to the side, pointing to the couch, and you followed. You sat down on the couch, and Yunho knelt in front of you. His arms wrapped around your thighs and pulled you forward, so your hole would be of easy access to him.

The man teased you, as his tongue danced around your hole, not quite getting where you wanted him. You rolled your hips up, earning a slap to your inner thigh.

He looked up at you, with a hint of darkness in his eyes.

"Behave."

It didn't take long for you to get what you wanted, as he started tongue fucking you, with the help of his fingers. You gripped his hair, and your back arched as your high approached once more.

You came quickly, with his tongue still inside you, and he held your trembling legs and body, to keep you stable.

He didn't move for a second, giving you time to breathe and rest. After you had recomposed yourself, he helped you up, and the two of you shared a heated kiss, Yunho's hands never leaving your ass, that he definitely had a fixation with.

You finished the stream by thanking the viewers and donors and shut everything off. Once everything was done, you sighed and plopped onto the couch.

"Do you not want to shower?" Yunho questioned, as he saw the mess in your face and body.

You chuckled.

"Yes I do, very much, but I'm so fucked out..."

Yunho very kindly scooped you up.

"Well, I wouldn't want my guest to work too hard, I'll help you out."

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botanicalbarnes · 3 years ago

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Paper Cut

Summary: Druig comes into your bookstore one day and you catch each other's eye.

Trope/AU:Bookstore AU

Pairing: Druig x F!Reader

Warnings: Fluff

word count:3k

A/N: This is my first fic since my extended hiatus and my first Druig fic so please bear with me. Thank you so much for taking the time to read this! And thank you so much @siempre-bucky for helping out and beta reading for me❤!!

Masterlist

The bell at the door jingled merrily as the door was pushed open for the first time that day. You stood on the ladder leaning on the bookshelf you were adding the newest copies to.

“Good Morning!” You said cheerfully to whoever walked in.

“Mornin’” The man, with a delicious voice and Irish accent, said back to you. As you placed the last book on the shelf, you turned to glance back at the man walking in your direction. But instead of getting a look at him, you felt yourself slipping from the tall ladder as your foot slid unexpectedly from under you. Your hands reached for something to grab and hold onto, to save yourself from the fall, but all you could grip was air.

You squealed, expecting to feel your back hitting the hard wooden floors. But instead, you felt yourself land in a pair of strong arms and against a firm chest. You looked up to see beautiful blue-gray eyes staring fixedly into yours. Everything stopped. Just for a second. A perfect, wonderful, mesmerizing second. The whole world seemed to stand still. Your breathing was heavy and labored, from shock or awe, you didn’t know.

The man must have run to catch you because he was breathing heavily too. After a moment, when you both realized you had been in his arms a second or two too long, he awkwardly set you down on your feet. Taking a step back from you, he rubbed his neck and looked down shyly at his feet. “Are you ok then? You should be more careful when you stock your shelves.” He said with a small chuckle.

“Y-yea I’m fine. Thank you for catching me, I would have had quite the fall if you hadn’t.” You looked him up and down quickly while his gaze traveled around the room. “So, um, is there anything I can help you find today? Or are you just browsing?”

“Well you see, my friend has become a bit of a regular here. She's a friend of yours. She recommended your lovely shop to me so I thought I would stop by.” You saw him fiddle with his thumbs, clasping his hands together in front of him. “She was right too. It’s beautiful, just like its owner.” At that he looked up shyly at you from the floor, meeting your eyes for the first time since he put you down.

You could feel your cheeks grow hot at his words. “Oh, I see.” Now it was you who couldn’t meet his eyes. “And uh, who’s your friend?”

“Her name is Sersi.”

“Oh, yes, of course. Well, I’m glad you stopped by. Is there anything in particular you’re looking to find?” You ask with a smile.

“She told me you have a great selection of antique books and collectors editions. I was hoping to check them out.”

“I see, are you a collector yourself?”

“No. I just prefer them, there’s just something about them.”

“Indeed, I enjoy them as well. The smell, wear, even the crinkle of the pages is special. I’ve spent years building the collection and it makes me happy to pass them on to those who will love them until they pass them on, one way or another, to their next caretaker so to speak.” You snapped back to reality after a moment, realizing you had started going off on a tangent about something that this man likely had no interest in. “Sorry, sometimes my passions get the better of me. They’re right this way if you’d like to follow me.”

He had a light smile on his face, watching you walk away, visibly cringing at yourself for ranting on. He trailed behind you, hands clasped behind his back. You both came to a stop at the very back of the shop. In front of a long tall bookshelf spanning the whole wall. He sighed seeing the books. He could tell how passionate you were, how much you appreciated each book’s history and beauty. Each was placed in the perfect place, creating an array of color, texture, material, and features. Those with special, especially beautiful covers and hues were displayed on stands in the middlemost section of the shelves.

His eyes trailed to you, watching the silent awe of your own hard work. He watched your mouth curve into a smile, your eyes crinkle at the corners, the way you bounced slightly on your heels. You were fucking beautiful, he thought. More than he ever thought you would be.

When Sersi suggested he come here, he knew it was for more than to browse the selection. When she told him about you offhandedly with that smug look on her face, he knew what she must be thinking. But he never imagined actually being intrigued or attracted to you to such an extent.

He looked away quickly when you turned to him, embarrassed to be caught staring. “I’ll leave you alone to browse, if you need any more help let me know. I’m happy to help. Um, I’ll uh be up front at the counter.” You said pointing vaguely towards the way you came before slowly turning and walking away.

“Wait.” His own voice surprised him when he spoke, not meaning to. You turned around again and nodded expectantly. “Uh… I didn’t get your name.” He said, searching for something to say that wouldn’t be too awkward. ‘Too late’ he thought.

You smiled brightly, a twinkle in your eyes as you opened your mouth to speak. “It’s Y/N. Nice to meet you…?” You trailed off.

“Druig. Call me Druig.” You gave him a small nod with a smile and continued your walk towards the front. He couldn’t help himself looking down at your ass for a second as you walked away before he began inspecting all the books closer with a wide smile.

***

You flipped through your latest read and sipped from your favorite mug, shaking your head at the clearly misguided actions of the protagonist. You took a long drink but quickly put your mug down seeing Druig approaching.

“Were you able to find something you like?”

“Yes actually. If I’m not mistaken, this was binding from the late 1800’s right?” He held up a copy of ‘The Odyssey’ with a golden spine and a greenish cover with cherry blossoms against a deep red section.

“Yes! That’s actually one of my favorites. Even though it has one of the most beautiful covers in my collection, I keep it kinda hidden among the rest. I just want it to be passed onto someone who will love and care for it the way it deserves. So tell me, Druig… Are you that person?” Your playful smirk made him chuckle and feel something akin to butterflies inside him trying to escape.

“I’ll certainly try to be deserving of it. I promise I will take good care of it as long as it’s mine.”

“That’s all I can ask of you.” You grinned as he paid and laughed lightly with you.

You couldn’t help the warmth that spread in your chest as he gazed back at you from the door and sent you a small smile before leaving.

***

A week later, Druig was back in your shop. Five minutes after you opened the doors, in he came, looking just as, if not more, delicious than when you met him.

"You were right. Everything was different. The sound, smell, feel, even the fuckin' aesthetic. It felt like a crime to read it casually without a hot drink in some special spot in a particular light." He chuckled softly.

This time, he just leaned against the counter laughing with you. If anyone had walked in, they would surely think you two were old friends.

"I was actually thinking about something. Was wondering if maybe… if you'd like of course… you'd like to see my small collection? It's not much. But I've spent a long time picking things up here and there. I think there are a few special copies you might appreciate."

You beamed at his awkwardness and how adorable he was being. "Yeah. I would really really like that. I thought you said you weren't a collector though."

"I'm not. But I know something special when I find it." His eyes were fixed on yours, almost searching your soul. You felt open, exposed to him in a way you didn't hate.

You bit your lip with a smirk and nodded, looking down into your coffee. "And how long have you been finding special things?"

"Ages. Centuries if you will." Druig’s face looked smug for a reason you couldn't decipher. "Anyways… I need to get going, my friends will never let me hear the end of it if I’m later than even Sersei. I can pick you up here if you'd like, around closing time? Tomorrow maybe?"

"Perfect. See you then Druig."

Slowly, he pushed himself off the counter. Walking until he reached the door, then turning back and waving at you as he left.

***

By now you were definitely late. Even though it was meant to be casual, you closed a bit early to get ready. You felt like you might throw up thinking about going out with Druig tonight. The nerves and excitement were starting to overwhelm you. You really wanted this to go well.

You pinned the stray hairs down in the mirror and applied your light makeup in the bathroom. Then, a knock at the door signaled Druig's arrival. With a deep breath, you made your way to the door. 'You got this' you muttered to yourself.

He stood leaning against the brick wall outside, foot propped up against it, hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. ‘Fuck he was hot’ you thought as you inhaled sharply. Your breath came out in an involuntary sigh. He turned to look at you, subtly letting his eyes wander up and down your body. You thanked the cool air for giving you an excuse for your blush.

“Hi.” He said while stepping towards you, stopping a foot from where you stood.

“Hello.” You hated that you sounded out of breath just from seeing him again. For Christ’s sake, you barely know the man, and you’re practically drooling over him!

“Have you eaten today?” As if on queue, your stomach growled. You were giddy all day, distracting yourself with dusting and inventory and reading. You had forgotten to eat anything all day.

You blushed hard and looked down and your feet shuffling them. “Busy day, I completely forgot. But I’m ok. It happens more often than you’d think…”

“We can’t have that, can we? I thought we could get something to eat first. If that’s alright with you?”

“Sounds perfect. Shall we?”

***

By the time Druig walked you to your door, your jaw ached from smiling and your lungs and stomach burned numbly from laughing so much. You had never met anyone like him. You simply understood each other and you felt as if you’d known him forever. You could tell he was shy, the strong and serious type. It made you appreciate his chuckles, grins, smiles and laughs all the more.

Every few days he would pop into your shop. Sometimes empty-handed, other times with a cup of tea or coffee in hand. Some days, you read quietly together, others you would stand on a ladder stocking shelves while he handed you the books, and on other occasions, when the shop was empty, you sat somewhere and just talked for as long as you could.

Today, you sat together on the floor between shelves, you reading and sharing your thoughts while he sat across from you, fiddling with other books behind him offhandedly between glances to you when he thought you wouldn’t see.

Turning a page, you hissed as you felt that familiar sharp pain of paper slicing shallowly into your finger. Of course, it was only a paper cut, all a matter of wiping it off and forgetting about it. But Druig had other plans apparently. Before you could put your finger down, he was at your side, holding your hand. He inspected it as though counting the ridges and mapping the curves in your fingerprint. “Dru, It’s fine, it’s ju- ''. You were cut off by his warm lips on your finger, kissing it gently. So gently you weren’t sure if you felt it or only imagined it.

But there he was, holding your hand up to his face. His eyes widened before dropping your hand and looking down. “There. All better… Sorry.”

“It’s ok, don’t know where I’d be without you to catch me when I fall or heal my paper cuts. My hero.” You smirked and looked down at the book again shyly. Your hair fell forward to shield your blushing face. You were thanking God for that small blessing when you felt Druig’s fingers brushing it out of your face and behind your ear.

You turned your face towards his hand to look at him. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his hand drop. You didn’t know how much time passed while you sat that way. It could have been hours for all you knew. Druig’s eyes shifted between your eyes and lips quickly and you looked down at his lips with a shaky breath. You were starting to lean closer when the bell above the door made you both jump apart and look towards the sound.

Sersei walked up to the counter with that smug grin of hers, holding a drink in each hand. You looked at Druig and knew you both were thinking the exact same thing. Fuck. “Nice to see you, Druig. I brought you your favorite Y/N. Did you forget our plans for tonight?” Sersei broke the heavy silence.

“I’ll leave you to it Y/N. Have fun, see you both later. Bye Y/N. Sersei.” He awkwardly said, not meeting Sersei’s eyes once as he left.

Carefully and slowly, you looked up at her. Her brow was raised and she hadn’t the smuggest smirk on her face. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“He didn’t tell me he had been coming here. I thought it had been just the once. How long has that,” she waved around in the air, “been happening? And why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because I knew you’d make a big deal of it. We’re just friends!” She scoffed. “I’m serious! We just hang out sometimes.” You hated the way you felt your face flush.

“Mhm. Sure. What was all that then? You looked very cozy for being ‘just friends’. Don’t think I didn’t see the way you looked at each other. I knew there was something going on with him, I just didn’t think it was you!” She was enjoying this way too much.

“Oh hush. It’s nothing!”

“You like him.”

You wanted to lie to her and tell her you didn’t, even just to make her leave you alone. But instead all you could do was nod and giggle.

***

To your surprise, the following day, Druig walked in holding two bags in his hands. “Thought I’d bring you lunch. And I also wanted to apologize. For leaving like that yesterday. I brought your favorite. You forgive me?”

You grinned at him. “Nothing to forgive. I appreciate the food anyway though.” You winked at him. “Anyway, I could use your help with something after we eat.”

“Fineee, if I must.” He said with a dramatic sigh. You were pulling the food out of the bags and laying them out for the both of you. You took a fry and threw it playfully at him but he dodged it before picking it up and throwing it away.

“So,” Druig started after you both ate, “What is it you wanted my help with.”

“I got a big order and I need to get all the books together before anything else. I made a list and I put down the sections they’re in. If you could get the first few that would be great. Most of them are higher up so I’ll leave them to you so you won’t have to save me from falling off the ladder again.”

“Easy enough." He smirked and walked off.

Half an hour later you were getting the final book. Dammit you should have told Druig to get this one. It would be too much to carry around the ladder all the way across the store. With your luck, you would likely break several things in your attempt to do so.

There was only one thing you could do. Get on your toes and reach as high as you could. Not even close. Curse past Y/N for wanting super tall shelves, you thought. Carefully, you tried to climb up just one row, placing a foot slowly onto it, preparing yourself to be quick.

Just as you were going to though, that delicious chuckle you'd grown used to by now rang lowly behind you. Within a second he stood by you, reaching up to the perfect height, pressing lightly but firmly against you.

You could feel that warmth he radiated, and his chest as he breathed in and out calmly. You turned around and looked up at him, your chests now practically pressed together. His warm scent of cloves and cinnamon, with something you couldn’t place that was just so him, was all around you.

Oblivious to your position, he looked down at you. The grin he wore so well faded and he just stared. His eyes were like the sea, turbulent and calm all at once. Pulling you in like Siren song.

You hadn’t even registered when your eyes dropped to his lips, slightly open and getting closer as you almost imperceptibly leaned in. His hand on your side came up to brush the stray strands of hair from your face. His fingered gently touched and caressed your cheek before you felt his palm at your neck.

He held you there, rubbing his thumb up and down on your skin. He pulled you in gently, barely applying any force. Your eyes fluttered shut just a second before you felt the feather like touch of his lips on yours.

Druig’s lips were soft and warm against yours as they moved together. You moaned breathily into his mouth and he nipped gently at your lip. He tasted a way you hadn’t thought he would but in this moment, you couldn’t imagine him tasting any other way. This wasn’t a fast or hard kiss, but it was more passionate than any other kiss you’d had before nonetheless.

When you finally parted, you stayed together, foreheads touching, leaning against each other. You panted softly together wondering if this was a dream or a beautiful reality. ‘No, this is real’ you thought. You couldn’t help giggling and biting your lip when you met his eyes.

“My beautiful, beautiful Y/N. I’ve been wanting to do that for weeks.”

“And? Was it everything you hoped for?”

“Even better.” He whispered before closing the space between you again.

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ghost-ghost-baby · 3 years ago

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Narcissist (alpha!readerxOmega!Bakugo soulmate au)

An: this is heavily inspired by the song narcissist by younger hunger definitely recommend listening to it!

An: BIG TY TO MY BETA FOR EDITING THIS ABSOLUTE MONSTER OF A FIC WE STAN!

Word count: 3.2k (ur welcome)

Summary: Bakugo being a little shit basically- Mina and Denki r sick of him- reader runs out of scent blockers-

Warnings: omegaverse, swearing, Bakugo being a dick, reader just thinks he’s hot, gets a bit spicy but nothing graphic, non traditional dynamics (subby alphas) drug use (weed)

You were in a familiar room, one you’d come to love since you’d started dreaming of it, and you sat on the bed and waited… any moment now.

“Oi, are you here, shithead?” The voice of your omega was dreamier than it was in real life; his harsh words unable to punctuate the tranquility of your dream.

“I always am, Katsuki!” You chirped, grinning as he slowly faded into existence. The black tank top and jeans he wears make him look far too good, and your brain short-circuited for a few seconds.

“I told you not to fucking call me that!” He growled, but you only laughed. Reaching out to grab his hands before he could stop you, you pull him down so you could kiss him. Any anger he had quickly melted away, and Katsuki had pulled one hand away to rest on your shoulder and pushed back. You got the point, you pulled away for air and leaned back on your elbows as you did. Katsuki followed and straddled you without a moment of hesitation. His mouth latched onto your neck and you let out a hum. With one hand gravitating to tangle in his hair, he gave you another push that had you lying flat on your back.

“Hey-”

“Shut the fuck up, don’t ruin this.” Katsuki bit down on your throat and you squeaked, although he licked over the mark seconds later to soothe it, and only pulled away to kiss you when you tried to talk again. You melted, let your hands wander down to his thighs, and had your thumbs rubbing absent-minded circles. Then, Katsuki was unbuttoning the shirt you had on, hands quickly trailing lower to-

“Y/N! Did you hear what Mr. Aizawa said?” Mina’s voice brought you back from the dream you had the night before, and you blinked at her as you blanked.

“No way I'm working with their dumbass!” Katsuki snarled as Kiri forced him into a seat at your table, and you turned your head to Sero with a questioning look. He usually knew what was going on in class.

“We have a group project for a presentation, Mr. Aizawa picked the groups-”

“Oh hell yeah, all my best bro’s working together? Sounds like fun to me!” Denki leaned over to hug you and Mina, and the pieces started to click together. You were working on an art project, with your mate, who hate-

“How could anything be fun with Y/n around, they fucking ruin everything.” Katsuki grumbled to himself, refusing to meet your eyes despite sitting opposite you. Kiri mouthed an apology to you from his seat next to Katsuki. Honestly, you had no idea why he’d decided to act like… such a brat really, but it was just an act, however annoying it was. The two of you were soulmates, he’d come around, eventually.

“Oh hush, Bakugo, Y/n’s a riot and we all know it! You’re the one who goes to sleep at like, 8pm” Denki came to your aid. The electric blonde then pressed a kiss to your cheek that had Katsuki gritting his teeth.

“So, what's the project, guys?” You flipped through your book to a fresh page, resting your chin on your hand as you waited for the others to speak.

“We have to show the versatility of styles and composition under a singular theme!” Kiri was the one that answered you, and the group immediately started throwing around ideas.

“I think we could do horror, a lot of horror artists have different composition styles and still manage to convey the-”

“Tch, that’s the best you could come up with? I’m not surprised, an alpha as shitty as you can’t be capable of any decent ideas.” Katsuki sneered, but you only smiled at him as the group agreed with your idea. Your omega merely grumbled and hunched over in his seat as the group discussed the different artists you could use as examples.

You’d stayed late to double-check something with a professor, and you were still flipping through your notebook as you walked through the unusually empty halls. You weren’t paying attention to where you were going, and before you knew it you ran into someone, the same someone who shoved you against a wall seconds later, but your fear subsided when you realised it was just Katsuki.

“Watch where you’re fucking going, dipshit.” Katsuki wasn’t even sure why he’d pushed you up against the wall, but being this close to you, touching you… it was..nice…

“Tch, god your scent is so weak, you smell like a fucking beta, how’d I get stuck with such a runt, huh? Some sick kind of joke.” Katsuki’s tone didn't match what he was saying. The way he leaned forward to rub his cheek over your scent gland definitely said otherwise, but you stayed quiet, he always found some excuse to scent you, but he’d usually get embarrassed and storm off if you dared to say anything.

“You’re pathetic, you know? Being this submissive for an omega, are you sure you’re not a beta? It’d make more sense.” You bit your lip when Bakugo pressed a kiss to your neck, only hesitating a moment before he started sucking a mark onto your skin. His words bounced right off of you because all you could focus on was how hot he was and how he’d subconsciously put his thigh between your legs and thank fuck you were on scent blockers, or you’d never hear the end of it.

“Really, you aren’t even going to try and defend yourself? You’re even weaker than I thought.” A growl next to your ear made you shiver, and Katsuki pushed away with a snarl when he was satisfied. He cursed at you again and warned you ‘not to tell anyone or he’d kick your ass’ (he wouldn’t) before he walked away, leaving you to walk home with your head completely in the clouds.

“What took you so fucking long, huh idiot?” Katsuki was on you the second you appeared in the dream, pulling you down into a rather ferocious kiss before you could say anything. He bit your lip when you didn’t open your mouth fast enough, swallowing any protests you would have made, and continued to kiss you until you were dizzy. “I’ve been waiting two hours…” He pulled away to kiss under your jaw, and if you didn’t know him so well you’d miss the insecure tone in his voice.

“Sorry, Midoriya wanted-” You stopped when Katsuki growled, biting down so hard you were surprised he didn't draw blood.

“Why the fuck are you saying his name here, huh? Are you tryna piss me off?” He pulled away to sneer at you. You opened your mouth to explain, but the words died in your throat when he unzipped your hoodie, and any coherent thought you had went out the window when he started to kiss your neck.

Everything was ready. The lounge room was set up, complete with snacks, drinks, and stationery for you and your friends to work on the project. They were meant to be here any second, and you couldn’t help but hover near the door to your apartment. You weren’t used to having people over and it still put you on edge having others in your space. But that thought left your head when a knock sounded on your door. You quickly opened it and were almost knocked over by Denki and Mina engulfing you in a hug.

“Thanks so much for hosting bro!”

“Awww you laid out all these snacks and stuff too! An omega’s gonna be really lucky to have you one day Y/n!” They pushed inside. Denki closed the door as Mina oohed and aahed over the setup, their praise had a slight blush rising to your face as you sheepishly rubbed your neck. Sero was next, quickly hugging you before he joined Denki and Mina, then Katsuki and Kirishima last. The blonde pushed past you without saying hello, but Kiri pulled you into a hug so tight you couldn’t breathe for a second, and was complimenting the setup as you took a seat. You tried to sit next to Mina, but Denki let out a whine and the pair was pulling you down between them before you had time to protest. Denki immediately leaned on you once you were settled. Katsuki couldn’t focus on the project, how could he, when his two dipshit friends were all over his mate. And you weren’t even doing anything to stop them! In fact, you were leaning into their hugs and giggling at every stupid joke they made! It had Katsuki fuming. Kirishima was the only one close enough to smell the angry shift in his scent, and he glanced between his friend and you, slowly putting the pieces together. You really had no idea what was happening, but Denki’s head was on your shoulder, and Mina’s arm around your waist as she asked questions about the project, giggling and pressing a kiss to your cheek whenever you got confused, which happened more than you’d like to admit. The blonde gritted his teeth when Mina’s hand went to your thigh, you were his! Nobody else should ever be touching you like that! You should know better! So when you excused yourself to grab something from your room, of course he made up some excuse about needing the bathroom so he could follow you.

The door to your room closed with a click, and you quickly spun around, expecting to see Mina or Denki, anyone except Katsuki to be honest.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He was seeing red at this point. He cornered you and made you stumble back until your waist hit your desk.

“Uh- getting more pens-?” You held out the pack of pens with a confused look on your face that only made Katsuki angrier. How were you so stupid? And so fucking cute when you were- he cut off that thought, he needed to focus on yelling at you. Not the way your brows furrowed and how you nervously bite your lip as you waited for him to say something. Wait- were you blushing? Fuck, maybe he should-

“Katsuki? Are you oka-“

“Shut the fuck up, dipshit.” He snarled. Then, catching you both off guard, he leaned forward and kissed you. Your eyes fluttered closed immediately. He’d only kissed you in your dreams, which was nothing compared to this, and you hesitantly placed your hands on his waist. His hands went to your hair to pull you closer, tugging it until you got the message and parted your lips for him. Katsuki let out a hum of approval as he deepened the kiss, why hadn’t he done this sooner? You couldn’t focus on anything other than how much Katsuki tasted like caramel, he didn’t taste like caramel in the dreams. You couldn’t help but whine when he pulled back. Another insistent tug on your hair had you tilting your head back, and Katsuki didn’t waste any time kissing over your neck. You were so lost in the feeling you almost missed the words he growled against your skin.

“You should know better, you’re mine. Other people shouldn’t be fucking touching you like that.”

“Do you think they’re like…. Finally-” Mina made a hand gesture that had Denki cackling, even Kiri cracked a smile.

“I hope so, it’s getting hard to watch all the back and forth.” Sero sighed, dropped his pen, and stretched.

“Yeah, have you seen how mad Bakubro gets though? It’s pretty fun to push his buttons like this!” Denki grinned as he leaned his head on Mina’s shoulder, and she wrapped her arm around his waist.

“I don’t know… Bakugo’s uh… stubborn, to put it nicely.”

“Your scent is weird… are you wearing a different perfume?” Mina leaned her head on your shoulder, arms wrapped around your waist as you glanced at Katsuki. After whatever the fuck had happened in your room, he’d gone back to acting like he hated you, so, you’d kept letting Denki and Mina do whatever they wanted. He had his eyes fixated on the work, and you turned back to Mina with a smile.

“Oh, sorry about that! I forgot to refill my scent blockers and my doctor’s not available until next week.”

“Don’t be sorry, bro! It’s nice, like really, really nice!” Denki came up behind you, throwing a quick glance at Katsuki before he leaned forward, crooning and rubbing his cheek over your scent gland, Mina doing the same a moment later. The pen Katsuki was holding snapped, his angry scent pumping out in waves as he glared daggers into the book in front of him, all too aware of you laughing.

You were hyper-aware of how strong your scent was, this was the longest you’d gone without scent blockers since you’d presented, and you’d lit a scented candle to try and cover it up. It hadn’t really worked, maybe you should light some incense-

“Y/n! Sorry we’re early!” Mina’s hand on your shoulder broke you from your thoughts, and you shook your head before you smiled. Denki cut you off before you could apologize about your scent.

“Damn Y/n! It smells like you baked cookies- oh my god did you bake-”

“Don’t be stupid, babe, it’s just their scent.” Mina shoved him inside, shaking her head as she followed and closed the door behind her.

“Oh! Of course!” Denki nodded, and he and Mina linked arms with you. They walked you over to the couch and sat you all down with grins on their faces.

“Uh… guys-?” You didn’t trust that look, it never leads to anything good.

“Well, since the project is like, 99.5% done-” Mina started, hand coming up to play with your hair.

“We thought we deserved a reward!” Denki interrupted, reaching into his bag and producing a blunt. You felt your own grin forming.

“Oh my god- is that from-”

“Shinso! You know he sells the best stuff on campus, I decided to splurge for my bros!” Denki looked incredibly pleased with himself, and you couldn’t help but tackle the blonde in a hug.

“Oh my god Denki, you’re the best!”

The three of you were blazed by the time the others got there. Sero happily bounced over to share the blunt, while Katsuki and Kiri just sighed and sat down with you. Katsuki’s eyes instantly zoned in on where you were lying on Mina and Denki on the couch. He was oddly silent as he tried to keep his cool, the nagging thoughts that had always been there slowly got stronger. He’d always had to be strong, people perceived him as weak just because of his dynamic, so he’d rejected the thought of being with an alpha, hoping for a beta or omega. Or you. You never made a big deal out of your dynamic, and always treated him as an equal. Then the dreams started. He loved you, he really did! But his whole reputation would go down the drain if he was claimed by an alpha, especially one with such a weak scent and mild presence. So…. he pretended to hate you in public because the two of you had your dreams, where nobody could judge him! Even if they did pale in comparison to real life. But lately… he couldn’t stop wondering… were you getting tired of waiting? With the way you were acting… the thought made his stomach turn and his canines come out. Especially since you had run out of blockers. Your scent getting stronger and stronger as the days went by. You were his alpha! You shouldn’t be scenting other people! Especially omegas! And you certainly shouldn’t be laying on them while you were ignoring him! You hadn’t even said hello to him! You were too busy getting high with those assholes like you didn't belong to him! You were his, it wasn’t fair!

Mina was the last out of the apartment. She kissed your cheek and winked at you as the door closed. The exhaustion set in as you leaned against the door.

“What the fuck was that?” Katsuki growled and made you startled when you saw him by the table. You only shrugged as you went to pack up the stuff on the couch.

“Denki got us some weed because the project was done-”

“Not that, dickhead! They were all over you!” He marched over to you, trying to ignore how good you smelled up close.

“And? We’re not-” You responded, and Katsuki was shoving you before he realized, ignoring the way you yelped as you fell on the couch. You sprawled on your back and glaring up at him.

“Katsuki! What the fuck!” Katsuki didn’t reply, eyes traveling over your vulnerable form. Flush rose to his face as he realized how provocative the position was, causing warmth to pool in his tummy. If kissing was so much better in reality, what would it be like to be inside you? Feel you clench around him and pull his hair when he hit your sweet spot? Would your thighs shake the same in real life when he just kept going? The omega didn’t even realize his scent had changed, he just licked his lips and stared at you with hooded eyes, fuck he wanted-

“Are you okay? You zoned out.” Fuck, when had you gotten up? You were so close now, your scent overwhelming. He never wanted you to go on blockers again.

“Fuck, Katsuki! Katsuki! Are you in heat?” It finally dawned on you. Katsuki’s scent had taken on a sweeter tone it didn’t usually have, and with the way he kept zoning out, it was obvious. Plus thoughts of him on top of you that wouldn’t leave your brain alone. Your question snapped him out of his daze, and the omega snarled at you, stepping back and stumbling when a jolt of pain went through him.

“Fuck off, like you could trigger-” His voice cut off as another wave of pain went through him, causing you to reached out to steady him without thinking. The omega was going to let out a growl but it quickly changed to a whine as it escaped his mouth. You pulled your hand back like it had burned, although your mate’s temperature was so high it wasn’t out of the question. You took two steps back and froze when a feral snarl ripped through the room, dark red eyes pinning you in your place.

“He-hey Katsuki…” Your voice stopped his growling, and it took every ounce of self-control you had to stay coherent as he advanced, your rut already trying to cloud your judgment. Your eyes darted around the room, maybe you could make it to the bathroom? Then Katsuki could ride out his heat and you could talk about it? yeah. Katsuki was only a foot away from you now, the grin he had on was somehow more unsettling than the snarl, and you shook your head to get some of your resolve back. Okay, three, two, one-

You made it maybe ten centimeters before Katuski caught you, and pushed you back down on the couch. He wasted no time sitting on your lap and tilting your face up to look into his eyes.

“You’re not getting away from me, Alpha. I know you want this. I should have done this months ago.” Sincerity shone through your omega’s lidded eyes, and you felt your small shred of resolve shrink away even more. Your hands flew to his chest to push him away.

“Ka-Katsuki it’s just- just your heat, you don’t mean-“

“Don’t tell me what I do and don’t mean, alpha.” Katsuki was back to growling at you. His hands grabbed your wrists, pinned them down, and used his knees to keep them in place. He went back to cupping your face, red eyes boring into yours as he thought of what to say and a growl leaving him whenever you dared to look away. You were so, so obnoxiously pretty, it made it even harder to focus. Katsuki kept getting distracted by little details, like how your eyes shone and you kept biting your lip.

“You’re so fuckin stupid, ya know that? Of course, I fuckin want you, you’re my alpha- I don’t… I don’t care what other people think anymore, I just want you.” Katsuki’s tone was softer than you expected, and you could only gape at him as a blush quickly rose to your face. You knew he didn’t hate you, but hearing him say that lifted a weight off your shoulders you’d been carrying for who knows how long. The moment passed, all the softness went away as Katsuki leaned down to kiss you, and this time you kissed him back without any reservations.

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Dream Reality #5: Monochrome Diamonds — Yeonjun

Prompt: Our love was alive, breathing there between the lines. (Wherein Yeonjun is your forbidden lover)

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Yeonjun x afab!reader

Synopsis: You were both star crossed lovers, everyone around you even said so, but your love was one that was never made to last. He was from a rich socialite family, and you were only the daughter of their maid.

Disclaimer: These stories do not depict how the Tomorrow X Together members act in real life. Everything is pure fiction and is written for entertainment.

Warnings: n/a (Just not fully proofread and edited)

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“Y/n? Quick get over here, I have something to give you” Yeonjun pulled you into the library at his house and you squealed as he closes the door behind you both.

“Jjun, you know it’s still working hours for me! You’re gonna get us in trouble” you hit your boyfriend, if you can even feel worthy of calling him that, on his shoulder while he grins at you cheekily.

“Ok and? I’m your boss, so you do as I say” he chuckles before taking out a small locket. It was the one you’d been eyeing from Tiffany and Co. ever since you went into the city with his family for an event.

“You did not just get me this! Yeonjun you’re crazy, I have to pay you back” you say as the guilt slowly eats you up from the inside.

He could have any girl in the world with his looks, charm and money, yet he chose the poor maid’s daughter who’d practically grown up having them as a trust fund.

“Y/n you don’t need to, it’s my money and I spend it how I like. I want to spoil my favorite girl, just let me have this since we already keep our relationship a secret enough as it is” Yeonjun says sadly.

Your heart clenches in your chest, you love him just as much as he does you, but you can’t help but feel like a burden when he spends his money on you. You were just a helper of the other maids around the house, his parents would never approve of it.

“I’m sorry. I love you, I really do. I just can’t help but feel guilty knowing you could have anyone in the world, and yet you chose me” you reply in a solemn tone.

“You’ve grown up by my side Y/n, I chose you over all the snobby rich girls my dad offers and just other girls in general because you’re practically my other half. I’ve been in love with you since we were kids” Yeonjun cups your face and you can’t help but melt.

You’ve been with him through almost everything, from his childhood to his now adulthood in the same house with the same smile and same loving boy you grew up with. He was your world, and you couldn’t ask for anything better.

“I know you would never judge me because you’ve grown up by my side, you were there when no one was and honestly who wouldn’t love you? I owe you so much more than you do me” Yeonjun confesses.

You kiss his nose and the two of you chuckle at how sad, but also silly, this whole situation seems. If only things were under better circumstances, you two wouldn’t shy away from showing how much you truly love each other.

Weeks after that conversation, Yeonjun had never failed to make you not doubt his love for you at all. From a small bouquet of roses that he collected and trimmed the thorns off himself from his family’s garden, to long three to four page letters that would be left at your quarters in the mansion.

Though, his love wasn’t the only thing you were spoiled with, he still continued to send you gifts and was even more touchy in front of your friends. It seemed as everything was going well, until that one dreadful night.

You should’ve stayed curious honestly, but after going the entire day without hearing a peep from your beloved boyfriend, you started to get worried. As you went to go steam Yeonjun’s suit in his room for an event the next day, you passed by his father’s study and overheard through a crack in the door.

“Yeonjun, you can’t stay like this forever. You’re single, smart, charming and handsome which is going to waste as you age. I think you’re finally fit to get married as soon as possible” his father says sternly.

You hear nothing for a moment before Yeonjun breathes out a sigh, while you, were holding back tears in your eyes. It was bound to happen, but you didn’t think it would be this soon. Not when things were going so well between you both.

“Dad, no. Please, I love someone else and I can’t afford to lose them” he chokes out. You feel his pain as a stray tear rolls down your cheek. “Don’t tell me you’re in love with the maid’s daughter, she’s not doing you any good and she’s only around because we’re her trust fund” Yeonjun’s father replies angrily.

Trust fund? Of course, that’s what they were and in return you had to serve them, that was your main purpose of course. Who would truly do this out of kindness? Not Yeonjun’s parents apparently. You should’ve known better than to let your guard down.

You walk away briskly knowing what would come next and quietly slip into Yeonjun’s room as you made your way to his closet. You find his suit and start steaming it as if nothing had happened, your tears starting to form again at the corners of your eyes.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry angel. I know you overheard and I’m sorry for my father’s words!” the walk in closet door slams open as Yeonjun pants. You avoid his gaze and shake your head, feeling him suddenly engulf you into a hug.

The flood gates open and you sob in his arms. You should’ve known you two were never meant to be, as your mother called you, star crossed lovers. Again, you didn’t think the day would come so soon where you had to let him go.

“I’m sorry Jjun, I let my guard down around you. You know we were never meant to be” you say quietly. Yeonjun frowns and he makes you look at him, his hand under your chin in a loving gesture.

“We are meant to be angel, and I will continue to fight for our love, no matter how long it will take” he places a soft peck on your lips and you feel your cheeks heat up.

“Please, I promise I’ll make it work ok? Just give me a bit more time and hang in there a bit longer” Yeonjun murmurs softly. You take in his words and only nod back, you hold yourself back from having high hopes during times like this.

Not even a week later, your doubts had manifested into reality. Yeonjun’s dad had announced at his dinner party about his son’s arranged marriage with his business partners daughter, Lee Daeun.

Of course it had to be her, the most angelic and pure girl had to be given to your boyfriend. They were perfect for each other, and you slowly started to accept that maybe what you and Yeonjun had was only temporary. His parents never approved of you to begin with, but they tolerated you for the sake of their only son.

“Y/n please, don’t leave me. I tried talking to dad but he just won’t listen! You can’t seriously be taken away now that he’s made his decision!” Yeonjun sobbed into your hair.

Your heart sank, this was the first time he’d even cried this much. Sure, Yeonjun had definitely shed a tear or two, but you haven’t seen this since you were practically kids and it broke every part of you.

“Jjun I can’t do anything about it anymore, I’m helpless. I’m sorry I couldn’t fight for what we are, but your dad’s right, you deserve better than me” you admit, ashamed to look at him in the eyes.

“You are better! Y/n I swear if dad won’t listen to me this time I’m running away with you, I’m already an adult he can’t control me anymore like some kid” Yeonjun replies with gritted teeth.

“You’re the heir to his company, you can’t seriously think people would approve of me if they found out you’ve been dating a commoner all these years. I care about your reputation and don’t want you to be looked down on” you argue.

“I’d gladly leave that all behind if it means I get to be with you, Y/n please!” He pulls you into a tight hug, but before you could even reciprocate it, you were tugged harshly out of his arms.

“Y/n! No!” Yeonjun shouts as you were taken away. You could only accept your fate as you get taken away to another part of the city, where you’ll be taking care of his grandparents.

As you were roughly shoved into the car, Yeonjun pants from his doorstep, still shouting profanities and to let you go. His mom held him back before he could do anything stupid, but you noticed a small trace of a smile on her face, which made your blood boil.

Yeonjun would never give you up that easily, and if his parents weren’t going to let up, then you’d come back for him under better circumstances. After all, what they didn’t know was that your family was the reason behind their wealth today and you’re going to take back what’s rightfully yours soon.

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