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buckyseddie · 3 years ago

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pairings — avenger!james (bucky) barnes x bff!fem!avenger!reader

summary — in which, she’s been struggling for far too long and bucky seems to be the only one who notices.

word count — 6.0k.

warnings — angst, fluff, best friends to lovers trope, use of pet-names [sweetheart, doll], mentions of trauma, depression, suicidal thoughts/attempts, eating disorder, basically reader just being completely miserable, bucky literally being the most comforting and softest man in the world, mentions of reader being an empath, kisses, lowkey a hurt/comfort fic. also, i ended up leaving this fic with the promise of the reader and bucky getting together at the end, instead of a for sure type of thing, mentions of reader being organized and her stress-cleaning coping mechanism and being a bad liar.

notes — y’all, i know i have a LOT of requests to get through, BUT i haven’t really had any inspiration/motivation and have been having a LOT of writer’s block. soooo... i am writing this, because recently i’ve been literally at my absolute worst—the rockiest bottom ever. anyways, the point is, in this fic, i’ll be talking about some very serious things that i’m now and have been dealing with for awhile now. i also want to say that if you yourself struggle with these things too and it’s a big trigger or a sensitive topic for you, PLEASE, don’t feel obligated to read it. this is really just for me to get my feelings out and try to cope with my super messy life right now and also to show that you’re not alone if you go through any of these extremely important and serious issues yourself. it’s okay to not be okay. anyways, gif and divider creds to owner!

p.s., feedback is very much encouraged and appreciated <3.

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SHE DOESN’T WANT TO DO it anymore — she can’t.

it hurts too much — she knows that all too well.

her mental illnesses were bound to cause her to lose interest in things and to even grow distant and unmotivated to do things.

but, as an avenger? that took even more of a toll on the woman than you’d ever believe.

it most certainly doesn’t help that she’s had to keep all of this hidden from everyone — especially bucky.

that’s the thing, though.

he’s not just her colleague. he’s her bestest friend in the entire world — the one person that she turns to for almost absolutely everything.

well, maybe not everything.

where her mental state and stability is concerned, he doesn’t have a single clue. and that’s certainly not his fault.

sometimes, people are just really good at hiding the truth.

and [y/n]? she’s practically a master at that particular skill.

although, granted, it’s not like she wants to lie to him — it hurts her so much to lie to the single most important person in her life.

but, she’s seen so much of what he’s gone through and she just couldn’t bear to be vulnerable with him about her own issues.

that’s why, as [y/n] lazily walks into the kitchen of the compound, she plasters on a mask that only shows her tiredness and grogginess, hoping that no one is quite awake yet, but still playing it safe, just in case — she isn’t completely sure if anyone is out on the couch, or on any of the other very comfortable furniture in the living room.

although, she doesn’t even bother looking in the direction of the spacious room that is the living room.

she’s much more concerned with brewing up some coffee — also known as her favorite drink in the world.

i know what you’re wondering.

you’re probably asking yourself right now, “why in the world would she be making herself coffee with the mental illnesses that she has and especially, when all she really wants to do is curl up in a ball and sleep forever, without ever wanting to wake from that said sleep?”

really, you’d be right about that — usually.

but, [y/n] is a very responsible person — she likes to be organized and to take care of things.

although, having these mental illnesses that obviously slow her down and hold her back, do take a toll on her.

especially, when she’s constantly forcing herself to and needing to still be responsible.

and the reason for her making herself some coffee is simple.

what is coffee normally used for?

it’s used by people who desperately need to stay awake, right?

and that’s what [y/n] needs today.

she especially needs it because her body is always tired and her mental illnesses doesn’t help the repetitive mental exhaustion that she feels every single day.

and because she likes to take care of her responsibilities, she refused to just lay around all day when her room becomes a complete mess by every passing day.

everything in her room is all disorganized and everything is really just a trail of different messes — her room is a disaster.

and she knows that if she wants her friends and family to believe that she’s fine, she can’t just leave her room a mess.

because if anyone saw what it looks like now, they’d question her on why she wasn’t being her normal clean-freak self and the well-organized woman that she is.

and if that happened? they’d know something is up with her, because she is a terrible liar — they’d see right through her.

and if anyone can notice or realize right away that there’s something off about her, it’s bucky, most of all — he knows her like the back of his hand.

and that scares her.

that’s why, when she had shifted in her very comfy bed and her eyes fluttered open as a groggy groan left her lips and her eyes caught the mess on her floor, and then slowly the rest of her room, she couldn’t take it anymore.

she knew that if she couldn’t even shoulder these simple responsibilities — like keeping her room clean and organized — how could she keep the truth from her friends?

so, that morning, she forced as much motivation and positive energy into herself as much as possible and knew that she would get her room cleaned, whether it took all day, or not.

and here we are now — that’s how she got herself out of bed with a familiar sense of determination that, deep down, she had missed.

within a few minutes, she’s successfully gotten everything together and started the coffee and moves to sit down on a stool and rests her elbows on the table with her hands holding up her head.

her eyes tiredly close, her big and messy bun nearly towering over her forehead in a crooked stance.

besides the coffee pot slowly filling up with more steaming hot coffee by every passing minute, there’s not any other sounds or noises distracting her.

after realizing this, a warm smile — one that she hasn’t had for a long while now — makes its way onto her lips, feeling at peace with the relief of being completely alone, for once.

but, that one blissful moment of being able to let down her walls and just be in the moment, is slowly killed as a throat clearing fills the room.

[y/n]’s eyes fly open in surprise, immediately catching the man before her moving to sit down on the stool across from her.

her mouth opens and closes repeatedly, like a fish underwater.

seeing this, bucky chuckles, his steel blue eyes twinkling with amusement.

“sorry, doll. i didn’t mean to startle you.”

despite his apology, [y/n] awkwardly laughs, feeling caught.

“i—i just didn’t know anyone else was up yet.”

even though he’s her best friend, she really can’t help but feel how she always feels around him — nervous and warm inside.

her heart beats a little bit faster when his gaze suddenly becomes more intense.

it’s the fact that she knows that look in his eyes — it’s the one he gets whenever he can’t see through her and is trying to figure her out.

in his defense, her walls have obviously gone back up and he can only see the mask she’s wearing — she’s making it very hard for him to understand her in the moment.

but, what he does know, is that something else entirely is going on.

although he can’t quite place what it is, he still worries about her — he knows how she feels like a burden for opening up to others.

in seconds, maybe even in minutes — neither bucky, nor [y/n] herself could say because when they were with each other, time always seemed to slow down — they both become completely lost in each other’s gazes.

but, as the coffee pot starts to suddenly beep, it not only cuts their moment short, but it also shakes [y/n] out of her daze.

she shakes her head, breath hitching in her throat as the barnes man continues to watch her carefully — he’s testing her.

with the chance to distract herself with getting ice in her cup and mixing some creamer in with her coffee, after having poured it in, she stirs everything together.

then, she takes a few moments to gather the courage and strength to will that same fake smile onto her lips.

once she officially has her mask placed back on her face, she turns around with her cup.

although she smiles, the happiness doesn’t quite reach her eyes — this is what concerns bucky the most.

but, before he can confront her, she’s murmuring something about needing to get back to her room and rushing up the stairs and back towards her bedroom door.

—————

THE NEXT FEW DAYS ARE much more confusing for bucky.

after he noticed that there was something off about [y/n], he couldn’t stop thinking about the possibility that she’s hiding something from him.

he literally spent every waking moment of his time paying a much more closer look to her and her actions.

and eventually? he saw it — the very thing she’d been hiding for far too long.

it really was hard to figure it out — like it or not — because [y/n] had spent so much time perfecting her acting and how she carried herself when she wasn’t alone.

and worse than that?

it broke bucky to realize that even he, her best friend in the entire world — who knows her the best — couldn’t even notice that something was different about her, this entire time.

what he has noticed, though, was the little things.

like how she’d barely talk to anyone anymore — even during missions. or how she’d barely leave her bedroom. or how he could now see right through her fake smile now.

but, the moment that she walks into the kitchen again after that day, the rest of the avengers — including bucky — are there.

as she walks in, the dark bags under her eyes and the messy clothes is the first thing they all notice.

steve and bucky turn to face each other with the same concerned expression.

[y/n] stops in her place, her eyes widening in shock — she didn’t expect to find anyone in the room at that point.

and in truth, they probably wouldn’t have been in there — waiting for her — if it weren’t for bucky’s concern and worry over her.

and trust me, he feels extremely guilty for consulting them and bringing them into the situation.

but, at this point, he didn’t know what else he could do.

“h—hey, guys… what’s going on?” she stutters out, already becoming extremely nervous about them finding out the truth.

bucky frowns as wanda steps forward in concern for her friend — he knows [y/n] hates confrontation.

the ex-soldier’s eyes drop to the ground as steve cautiously watches the exchange between wanda and [y/n] happen before their eyes.

“[y/n]... is everything okay?” wanda asks in a gentle voice, but it’s no use.

because, despite the fact that wanda only has good intentions of helping her friend to get better, it was the wrong thing to say to her — so wrong.

[y/n] cocks her head to the side as her eyes widen in shock.

she laughs disbelievingly, before shaking her head in further disbelief. “are you actually fucking kidding me, right now?”

as she spits out the words, wanda gulps nervously, seconds before steve steps forward and gently leads her back to her place beside natasha.

“you want to know if i’m okay? well, i want to know if you guys are okay, because clearly something is up if you are acting like this!” the worked-up woman exclaims breathlessly, not being able to help but get defensive with them.

although getting her frustrations out is helping with letting out her anger, [y/n] can’t help but feel bad.

these people are her family — people that she loves with all of her heart and would literally die for.

but, she also feels so mad at them.

i mean, how could they question her like this — acting like they all of a sudden care about her well-being — but not have noticed any of her off behaviors before, when it first started?

it made her feel so hurt to realize that she had to be acting out for her to finally be noticed.

“doll—” bucky begins to say, stepping forward in slow, hesitant steps, after noticing her unshed tears beginning to become noticeable.

but, [y/n]’s had enough. “—no, bucky!” she exclaims in an uncontrollable sense of burning anger she’s never felt before in her entire life.

bucky freezes, his eyes widening in shock at her tone of voice.

even [y/n] herself becomes surprised at how angry and upset she sounds.

but, she doesn’t let them see it — she doesn’t want them to see how utterly weak she feels.

taking a deep and calming breath, she turns away from her best friend and faces the rest of her so-called family, more tears clouding her [y/e/c] eyes.

“you guys are supposed to be my family! but what kind of family doesn’t notice the agonizing pain that one of their family members is in?” she questions as her voice wavers in utter heartbreak — something that she can’t believe she feels in this moment.

she heaves in a deep breath as every one of them begins to feel consumed with an overwhelming amount of guilt and regret.

but, no one feels the same amount of concern and guilt that bucky feels over her.

he steps forward once more, already knowing how alone she must feel right now.

“[y/n]—”

his voice comes out in barely a whisper, his heart panging painfully at her hurt expression as she struggles to look any of them in the eyes after what she had just blurted out.

but, she was bound to snap at some point. especially, with how she was holding everything in.

in that moment, she barely hears her best friend say her name.

everything just slows down and all she feels is the heaviness of the pain she’s going to have to carry by herself for the rest of her miserable life.

her bottom lip trembles and she jumps, snapping out of her numb daze as bucky’s touch on her shoulder and gentle look in his eyes startles her.

“n—no. please… buck, just don’t. just leave me alone… ” she murmurs in anguish as her voice painfully cracks, before she’s backing away from him and rushing to run up to her bedroom.

in any other situation, bucky would probably have listened to [y/n] and just gave her the space she asked for.

but, not in this situation.

not when his best friend is going through all of this by herself, with no one showing her the support and love she deserves.

and even though she hurt him — and the rest of their teammates, too — he knows, deep down, more than anyone that the second she’s calmed down, she’s going realize of what she’d said in her moment of anger.

and that? that would be good for her because she’s always been sensitive when it comes to feeling things.

what i mean by this, is that the team likes to say that being an empath is her superhero powers because of how deeply she feels things.

it’s always been one of the things that everyone loves about her the most — not the feeling the negative things so intensely, but the way she finds the good in everyone, no matter what they’ve experienced or done.

in the moment, as [y/n] races up to her bedroom, bucky hesitates to go after her — he wonders if he should wait awhile before going after her.

wanda — noticing his hesitation and his thoughts — steps forward with a concerned look on her face.

the moment [y/n] had backed away from them all, her thoughts had not only become destructive, but they also became suicidally reckless.

“james, i know you must think that leaving her be is the right thing to do. but, it isn’t,” as wanda’s concerned look only becomes more intense, bucky turns to her with confusion placed on his face. “i read her thoughts. she’s going to do something she’s going to regret — if she’s by herself. you’re the only one who can stop her.”

“what makes you think that i’d be the only one to stop her? everyone here is just as close to her as i am.” bucky states furthermore, still not understanding why she didn’t suggest steve or natasha to go after her — they’re just as close to [y/n] as he is.

the witch rolls her eyes and glares at the man stood before her.

“barnes, are you an idiot? you are her best friend — she trusts you the most. she needs you, not us.” she states slowly, hoping that saying it like that will help him make more sense of it and shake himself out of his confused state and go after the woman he’s so helplessly in love with.

tony steps forward, deciding to make a joke out of the situation, rather than insult bucky, even with their rocky past and history, “barnes, just get the hell out of here, before one of us sorry dumbasses realizes what she just said about all of us.”

bucky stares at him with an annoyed stare.

with a sigh, steve steps forward, rolling his eyes at his friend’s terrible pep-talk.

“what he means, is that you have to go after her. we all know how you feel and it’s quite clear that she feels the same.”

even as he hears those words, bucky finds himself in denial.

although he’s been doing a lot better, he can’t see [y/n] feeling the same feelings — the same angsty, intense feelings — that he has been carrying for her for so long.

he sputters, bringing up his hands through his short hair in wild stress, “i—i can’t just go in there and confess my feelings! she’s going through something painful and we all know how intensely she feels things.”

steve places a hand on his buddie’s shoulder, understanding the sense of panic and fear and rejection consuming bucky.

“i mean, what the hell am i supposed to do, steve? there’s no way she loves me like that. what if i say something wrong?” he asks — more to himself than steve.

steve chuckles.

“buck, it doesn’t matter if you say something wrong. i’m guaranteeing that this is all going to work out the way it’s supposed to. besides, what’s important is that she knows that you’re there for her — she can’t let us in and open up with us, until she does it with you.”

as he hears his friend’s statement, bucky pauses for a moment, suddenly finding some clarity in his advice. he’s right, isn’t he?

but, that’s not what he’s thinking about in this moment.

what he’s thinking about is of the countless moments that [y/n] was always there for him when he was having nightmares, despite going through her own issues.

even when she was struggling with loving and accepting herself, she always seemed to have time for him.

especially, when he’d try to push her away, [y/n] still made him aware of the fact that she’d always be there for him.

and now? it’s his turn to do the same for her.

with that single mindset placed in his head, bucky takes a deep breath, before walking off in the direction of his best friend’s bedroom.

the moment [y/n] is finally inside her room, she slams her door shut and slides down it.

breathless sobs and gasps leave her as she fully sits down against it and covers her mouth to mask her pain from the others.

all that goes through her brain is, what could she have done differently that would’ve made it seem like everything was fine?

i mean, there had to have been something that could’ve helped her keep everything hidden from her family. how did they figure it out?

[y/n] doesn’t know for sure what exactly everyone knows, but she does know that they know that something is up.

it was clear from the moment she had walked into the kitchen and had caught the concerned looks they all wore.

but, before she can freak out furthermore about this small little conclusion, there’s a soft and gentle knock on the door.

“doll?” bucky calls out in a soft murmur, trying to do his best to make her feel safe with him.

[y/n]’s eyes go wide in both shock and surprise, trying to surpress the gasp that so-desperately wants to escape her lips.

but, despite not wanting to face him, she surprises herself when she stays completely quiet.

every time she had always been around bucky, when things had been hard for her, it was so easy for her to open up to him.

but, for some reason, she’s able to ignore her heart — in which, is telling her to open the door and open up to him about what’s really going on.

her breath hitches in her throat when she hears him grunt and move to sit down against the other side of the door.

when bucky doesn’t say anything else, [y/n] sighs, staring off into space.

it almost feels like hours as they both sit in silence.

and even at one point, bucky’s so quiet — he’s waiting for the right moment to talk to her — that she assumes he’d already left when she heard the front door shut.

if only she had known that that was just the rest of the team leaving because they had decided to give both her and bucky some space.

not only had they left because it was quite obvious that things would get messy when bucky would have his conversation with [y/n], but also because it was only going to get more complicated and intense because of the fact that bucky is just as in love with her as she is with him.

because of the fact that [y/n] had assumed her best friend had finally left her alone, it was fairly simple for her to become much more calmer, before beginning to stand up.

but, the second she opens the door, bucky almost falls through the threshold, causing a shocked grunt to leave his body.

she inhales sharply, mentally scolding herself for not making sure that he had actually left.

even as it’s too late to avoid him further, [y/n] doesn’t hesitate to back away further inside her room and go to slam the door shut.

but, at this point, bucky has already gotten up from the ground to confront her.

so, before she can quite actually slam the door in his face, he places one of his feet in between the door to keep it from shutting completely.

“doll, we have to talk about this.” he murmurs in a wavering tone of voice, the hurt and concern clear in it.

bucky places his hands against the wall right before where the door meets it, leaning his body forward as he tries to stay patient.

there’s a part of him that’s not only upset at [y/n], but also angry at her for keeping something from him that’s so obviously hurting her.

but, he also knows that it isn’t fair to her to be angry at her for struggling by herself — he can’t blame her for being the type of person that hates burdening people with her problems and issues.

as she hears the hurt in his voice, she stops, freezing in place.

tears begin to cloud her eyes as she realizes of how much this entire situation has hurt him.

it hadn’t occurred to [y/n] that she was hurting anyone else, while she was hurting herself.

and hurting bucky? that had never been her intention.

the only reason that she had kept all of this to herself, was because she couldn’t bear to burden him.

i mean, he’s been through so much, and he’s still struggling to accept himself as a good man.

but, hearing the pain in his voice?

it’s almost as if a switch goes off inside of her and suddenly, the stubborn mindset that she’d been listening to for god knows how long dissipates into nothing as she slowly pulls the door back and reveals herself fully.

as [y/n]’s red, teary eyes and her shallow breaths become much more obvious and visible to bucky, she bites down onto her bottom lip and glances straight down to the floor.

seeing this, bucky sighs.

“oh, doll. c’mere,” he murmurs, before walking through the doorway.

before he can quite get to her, she puts a hand up in the air, motioning for him to stop.

she shakes her head, struggling to let go and to let him in, instead of pushing him out.

“james… ” she trails off in a trembling tone of voice, the fear of hurting him or letting him in breaking her in this moment.

hearing her call him by his first name brings a flutter to his heart.

this is mostly because of the fact that bucky absolutely loves when she calls him james.

there’s just something indescribable about her calling him james.

it makes him feel noticed, like she sees him as the real him, not the person that hydra created.

but, the flutters in his heart doesn’t last very long because of the fact that [y/n] only ever calls him by his first name when the situation is serious or whenever she’s feeling pretty sappy and affectionate towards him — i know that second part sounds romantic, and it kind of is, but bucky doesn’t know this.

and now, bucky knows that this is hardly a sappy moment between them, so that leaves it to being a serious moment.

“sweetheart, it’s okay. you can trust me, i promise.” he murmurs, taking another step forward, not wanting to overwhelm her further.

after all, this is the closest he’s ever gotten to her letting him in — especially, most recently.

she shakes her head again, the war going on inside her head becoming so hard to fight that she harshly turns away from him and heaves in a breathless sob as she wrings her fingers into her already snarly and messy bun of hair.

“i—i can’t… ”

with a sigh, trying to keep himself from worrying about her more, bucky slowly and cautiously walks up behind her.

“[y/n/n], please. you need to talk about this. if you don’t, it’s only going to get worse.”

another trembling sigh leaves her as he gently places a comforting hand on her shoulder.

she jumps — only slightly — before strictly reminding herself that it’s only him — only bucky.

within a few more minutes of just calming silence between the two, [y/n] forces herself to turn around to face him, and tries her very best to ignore the intrusive thoughts overwhelming her darkened-by-the-minute-mind.

bucky’s hand stays placed on her shoulder as he gives her a soft look — one that distracts her with the butterflies and fluttering of her heart.

she sighs softly, frowning as she tries to find the words to explain what she’s feeling.

because in reality? there really isn’t any easy way to explain the complicated things she feels and thinks on a daily basis and how it affects her every day.

as she opens her mouth, though, bucky moves his hand to her cheek, cupping it.

then, he interrupts her, “why don’t we go out to the kitchen and we can make some lunch? then you can try to tell me what’s really going on?”

although the thought of eating food suddenly makes her super nauseous and like she could throw up in that moment, [y/n] nods silently and follows him out of her room and down the stairs to the kitchen.

as she glances into the living room, after hearing the shocking silence, bucky chuckles as he starts to pull out some peanut butter and bread.

“the team left a little bit after i went after you.” he explains as she nods in acknowledgement, but still, wears an extremely nervous expression.

she finds it hard to believe she’s even considering telling him what’s going on.

she never does that.

not even with him.

she used to, but not recently — the trauma she’s gone through over the years has brought her unhealthy coping methods.

the moment bucky finishes making them some sandwiches with chips and places them in front of her on a paper plate, [y/n] gulps nervously as she avoids looking up at him — she hadn’t told him about her eating disorder.

“doll? are you not hungry?” bucky’s muffled voice from eating his sandwich snaps her out of her nauseous state.

she glances up at him, with the same nervous expression.

“i—i’m fine, bucky.” she whispers, trying to ignore the unshed tears that are now beginning to cloud her eyes.

bucky sighs at this.

“well, you don’t seem fine. and you’ve also been lying and saying you’re fine when everyone knows you’re not. so, sorry to say this, but i just don’t believe you right now.”

she stays silent, before finally pushing the plate away from her as she glances away from both it and her best friend.

because of the overwhelming emotions she’s beginning to feel from everything that’s going on, the tears finally drop, causing her to quickly wipe them away.

“doll, you gotta talk to me. i know something’s going on and honestly? it’s scaring me. i need you to be honest. i know it’s scary because you’re not like that, but i promise you, everything’s going to be fine.” he says, suddenly getting up and standing in front of her as she moves, so that her body is facing away from the counter now, too.

you hear that? you’re scaring him. wouldn’t it just be better if you did everyone a favor and left, so that they won’t have to deal with you being a constant burden?

that negative voice in her head echoes in her head, but she refuses to listen to it.

for some reason, she finds some will power to tell that voice no.

she will never kill herself, just to end the pain — it will only hurt bucky.

and she can’t do that to him. no matter how much she’s suffering.

“buck… i never told you this — any of it. but, things have been different for awhile. i don’t know how or when, but they just did. and it’s been really hard for me.” she starts off, not daring to look at him as she tries to find the words to describe what she’s been feeling all this time.

after hearing her begin to explain herself, bucky grabs his chair and moves to sit in front of her, patiently waiting and giving her that look that always makes her feel safe with him.

“i can’t explain it, really. but, all i can say… is that i’ve been really struggling with my mental health — there’s this cruel voice in my head that’s darkened things for me and it’s made me feel really negative about myself to the point of where i feel like everyone would just be better off without me around anymore.” she whispers, wincing when a sharp intake of breath is heard from bucky.

“doll… ” he whispers, but she holds up a hand, interrupting him, “that’s not all. i’ve just been really also struggling with my anxiety. and the other thing that i never told you is that i have an eating disorder — i’m anorexic. i can’t stand the smell of food or the taste of it and it makes me sick to my stomach — that’s why i refused to eat earlier.”

bucky’s speechless as he looks at her in shock.

all he can think is, she went through all of this, without anyone to help her?

“w—why didn’t you tell me?” he asks, tears now forming in his own eyes as she fidgets nervously with her fingers, scared he’ll yell at her, or get angry with her.

i mean, he has every right to — at least, in her head he does — when she kept all of this a secret from him for so long.

but, he doesn’t.

he simply grabs her hands and holds them safely in his own, trying to give her some kind of comfort — enough to give him an answer.

[y/n] takes a deep breath as her eyes stay placed on their joined hands.

“i… i was scared of how you’d react — you and the team. i know you guys would never judge me, but some deranged part of me feels like you guys are constantly judging me and secretly hate me. it’s why i feel like you all would be better without me in your lives.”

“doll, you know we can’t survive without you — and i mean, everyone. we wouldn’t last a day without you. you’re the whole reason the team is so good together — you’re the glue that keeps us held together. you know that, don’t you?” he murmurs seriously, scooting closer to her so that he can tuck a single strand of her hair behind her ear.

as she looks up at him, her breath gets knocked out of her when she sees the look of adoration in his eyes.

“buck… ” she whispers, tilting her head.

“y—you really mean that… don’t you?”

“of course i do. i’m always here for you, no matter what happens.” he states softly, almost getting lost in her hopeful eyes.

then, as if he can’t control himself, he glances down at her lips, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with this sudden compulsion to risk their friendship and kiss the hell out of her.

“james… ” she trails off, she herself glancing down at his own lips — his lips that look so damn inviting.

and before he can think, he slowly leans forward as he lifts his hands to hold her head in his hands and presses his lips to hers.

her eyes flutter shut, and everything stops for a moment — all the thoughts, all of it.

the kiss itself leaves them both breathless and more in love with each other.

when he pulls away, he places his forehead against hers and breathes in deeply.

“sorry.” he whispers, but she just giggles.

“you’re apologizing for kissing me? am i that bad that you can’t imagine us sharing a kiss?” she giggles out into a teasing tone, but some truth still hidden behind it.

“of course not!” he exclaims a little loudly, offended that she’d think that.

[y/n]’s eyes go wide at the volume of his voice as his own also widen in realization as he sighs and chuckles a moment later.

“sorry. i just mean that i don’t get why you’d think that i’d not want to kiss you.” he mumbles in an embarrassed tone of voice.

with a sigh, [y/n] nods.

“i’m sorry, too. i hate that i always need to be reassured that people actually like me or aren’t going to abandon me.” she murmurs as they pull away from each other, before bucky moves to stand up and lifts his hand up in the air, waiting for her to take it.

she furrows her brows in confusion.

“what?” she questions, tilting her head to side in further confusion.

bucky rolls his eyes at her cluelessness, before looking back down at her with a pointed glance. “you and i are going up to my room and we’re going to talk things out. it’s what you need, and at this point, i’d rather you talk to me and no one else than you not talking to anyone at all and suffering by yourself.”

after hearing those words, a soft smile makes its way to [y/n]’s lips.

then, she sighs and places her hand into his as he lifts her up to stand in front of him, before leading her up the stairs to his room.

the moment she walks into the room, a sense of safety and calmness takes over her, immediately washing her of the darkness she had felt only minutes ago.

she smiles at the realization that the darkness hadn’t followed her into bucky’s room.

and she knows exactly why.

even when [y/n] hadn’t told bucky everything, she always felt safe with him.

and that is still true in this moment — more than ever, even.

and a freeing smile takes over her current one as she realizes more as she steps through the door that bucky is her light — he’s the bright light that leads her through the darkness and into eternal happiness.

maybe she isn’t fully healed from what she’s been through and how she’s dealt with it recently, but he’s the light that’ll help bring her back to life, slowly, with time.

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Inside the Wire: Chapter 9

During their final battle with the Storm Hawks, Cyclonis is stopped just short of destroying the Dark Ace. Victory, however, eludes them. With Cyclonia fallen, and escape to the Farside cut off, they're forced to confront the consequences of their actions.

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Author’s Note:

Alright guys, serious talk for a minute here, please bear with me. My dad died this past weekend. On top of the emotional blow this has dealt, my siblings and I are going to have to prepare the house for sale (it’s going to be a lot of work) and I need to figure out where I’m going to live after it’s sold. This is all on top of my full-time job.

What does that mean for this fic? Well, for starters, I’m cutting chapter 9 short. More stuff was supposed to happen in this chapter to move the timeline forward to where it needs to be in the next chapter. That’s being postponed until the next chapter, where we’ll probably pick things up with a bit of a time skip courtesy of some epic telling not showing. This is all in service of getting a new chapter to you now instead of who knows when, since you’ve already been waiting over a month for new content. So, if you get to the end of this chapter and feel like more was meant to have happened? You’re right!

Chapter 9 is also getting nothing but some quick and dirty editing. If you find any glaring mistakes…c’est la vie.

As for chapter 10…be prepared for a long wait, I’m afraid. I’m not going to go so far as to say that this fic is going on temporary hiatus, but you can imagine how low on the priority list writing is going to be for me in the coming weeks/months. And y’all know I was already a slow writer to begin with. I just want to manage expectations here.

I love this story. I love writing this story. I will continue to write this story. But life is kicking my butt right now.

Anyway, enough of this depressing nonsense! Go read the chapter!

“You can drop the act now,” she said once they were out of earshot of the Storm Hawks. She glanced at Mr. Moss to gauge his reaction and didn’t like the cruel smile that greeted her.

“It’s no act,” he told her. “And you will address me as ‘Mr. Moss’, ‘Warden’, or ‘Sir’ when you talk to me.”

She clenched her jaw and shifted her gaze to the other guards. Perhaps he wasn’t comfortable speaking freely in their presence. One of them, at least, must be Atmosian. She wouldn’t be surprised if the Atmosian guards served a dual purpose here, acting as the Sky Knight Council’s eyes and ears to spy on both the Cyclonian guards and prisoners.

“Is there somewhere we can speak privately, Warden?”

“There is, but we ain’t gonna. Now I figured this would’ve been drummed into your head by now, but apparently, I was mistaken. You’re not the Master of Cyclonia anymore. Even if you were, Zartacla’s not a part of the Empire anymore, so you’re not the Master here either way.”

“I am aware of that, but-”

“But nothing. Your former title and blue blood don’t mean a damn thing ‘round these parts now. If you think you’re gonna get any special treatment here, or that I’ll let you lord over me or any of my boys, you’re gonna learn real quick that you’re wrong. One way or another,” he finished, his hand dropping to the coiled whip at his belt.

She sneered at the implied threat, looking him dead in the eye. “You wouldn’t dare.”

His answering grin showed too many teeth. “Try me.”

She looked to Ace for backup, but he just gave her a cautionary shake of the head, urging her to back down. She spent the rest of the trek to processing silently fuming.

Once there, they were taken separate ways to begin the intake process. She was searched, given a quick evaluation by medical, and told that her hair was too long and that regulation demanded it not fall past the shoulders. She didn’t disagree. It had been allowed to grow longer than she cared for over the past few months, so she was okay with it being cut back to its usual length. She was given a new uniform to change into, a dark red jumpsuit with hook-and-loop fastener strips sewn into the left breast to secure the two name tapes she was issued. The top tape listed her name as C.L. Cyclonis, while the bottom tape displayed her identification number as 19591122.

Afterward, she was issued two more sets of clothes, a bedroll, a bag of toiletries, and a handbook she was advised to read and memorize within the first week, as ignorance of the rules would not be accepted as an excuse for any infractions. She was ushered back into the hallway and reunited with Ace, who looked angrier than she had seen him in a while. She didn’t blame him.

“What did they do to you?” she blurted out, gawking at him.

“They’re bloody butchers,” he said with a scowl. His hair had been trimmed into a crew cut, and while the top wasn’t terribly short, it was still shorter than she could ever remember seeing it before. And they had shaved off his sideburns entirely. “I look like I’m sixteen again!”

“Well-” she began skeptically, and he turned his glare on her. She decided not to finish her original sentence. “It’ll grow out,” she said instead, hoping she sounded encouraging.

“That’s enough chit-chatting,” one of the guards said. Mr. Moss had left at the start of intake, taking his red-haired assistant with him, leaving the last two guards behind to finish up. “Time for your bunk assignments.”

They were led deeper into the building and up to its third and highest level. The report detailing the Storm Hawks’ mass prison break had mentioned that Aerrow had escaped by tunnelling his way out. It seemed Mr. Moss was trying to avoid her and Ace copying that idea. Smart. Unfortunate for them, but smart.

They were placed in adjacent cells, which surprised her. They couldn’t see each other, but they could communicate easily enough through their shared wall. Mr. Moss must be confident about his new and improved security if he wasn’t keeping them separated as the Stockade had done after their escape attempt.

Before they were locked in, the guards gave them a rundown of the information they needed for the rest of the day.

“Y’all missed supper. A sack lunch will be brought up to you later. Lights out is at 22:00. Reveille is at 6:00. You have ten minutes to get up, get dressed, make your rack to standard, and be standing in the middle of your cell, at attention, in time for count and room inspection. All your gear must be stored in your footlocker when not used. Anything left out during inspection will be considered trash and thrown away accordingly. Any questions?”

A plan began to form in her mind.

“Yes. I was under the impression that I was being sent to prison, not joining the army. Has there been a mixup?”

The guard who had been giving the instructions snorted in amusement, while the other gave both her and his companion a belligerent frown. She glanced at their badges and began a mental list of people who might prove themselves useful if she played her cards right. The first guard, Officer Pip, went onto the list. The more hostile guard, Officer Courser, was discarded as a potential ally.

Pip shrugged. “That’s just how things are, now. The routine isn’t really all that different from when Zartacla was…well, you know. But with Sections B and C being built as disciplinary barracks, it’s easier to standardize processes across the entire prison in a way that makes the most sense. Especially since you’re our only civilian inmate so far.”

“Got any non-smartass questions?” Courser asked, nearly talking over his fellow guard.

“No,” she said, and Dark Ace echoed her response.

He stepped forward and unlocked her handcuffs before gesturing to the cell behind her. “Then get in.”

She hesitated only a moment before stepping into her cell, and the door was unceremoniously closed and locked behind her.

***

The following day, she was jolted awake by a bugle blaring over the loudspeaker. Yawning, she rubbed her eyes and dragged herself out of bed. The night had been far from restful, and she felt a stab of resentment at being forced to be up at dawn. For what? To get an early start on her busy day of doing nothing? She didn’t even have access to her radio yet. It was being held back at processing so it could be inspected for contraband.

She turned her attention to the bed, straightening out the sheets and blankets and tucking the overhang neatly under the edges of the mattress despite her irritation. With that done, she brushed her teeth, washed her face, combed her hair, and then made sure everything was stored in her locker before standing in the center of the room.

The jangle of keys announced the presence of a guard outside, and after a moment, the door to her cell swung open. But then the guard who unlocked the door stepped aside, and in walked Mr. Moss. She sighed inwardly. Did he seriously not have anything better to do with his time?

Without so much as a greeting, he inspected the cell with a critical eye. When his gaze fell upon the bed, he put his hands on his hips and turned to look at her. “Didn’t I already tell you that you aren’t above the rules?”

“You did, Warden,” she answered warily, unsure about what had upset him.

“And weren’t you also told that your bed needs to be made to standard every morning before count?”

“The bed is made.”

“Did I ask you to argue with me? No, I asked you a question!” he snapped.

“Yes, Warden,” she said, tamping down her anger and irritation. He was clearly trying to pick a fight, and she knew it’d be stupid to take the bait.

He pointed to the bed. “Does this look like it was made right to you?”

She wanted to answer that yes, it looked acceptable to her, but it was clear that that wasn’t the answer he was looking for. “No?”

“You don’t sound real sure of yourself. What’s wrong with it?”

She didn’t have an answer for that, which he quickly jumped on. “Well?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted.

“Then it does look right to you?”

“Yes.”

“So you lied to me just now?”

Again, she didn’t answer, and he got very close and very loud very quickly. “Never lie to me again!” he yelled, emphasizing each syllable. “And if you don’t know how to do something, ask! Now strip the mattress!”

Grinding her teeth to keep herself from saying something that would make him scream in her face some more, she did as he instructed. While she was doing that, he turned and shouted for the guard who had unlocked the door.

“Canard!”

The man appeared in the doorway immediately. “Sir!”

“Show this inmate how to properly make a rack,” Mr. Moss ordered. Then, to her, “Watch closely; you’re only going to be shown once.”

Canard got straight to the task, talking through each stage of the process as he worked, emphasizing the importance of the 45-degree corner and smoothing out each and every wrinkle. He even folded the extra bit of pillowcase under the pillow when he laid it at the head of the bed.

“Damn fine job, Canard!” Mr. Moss praised him. “Now get out.”

Canard snapped off a salute and went back out to the hall.

“Strip the mattress,” Mr. Moss ordered once he was gone. “Then show me what you’ve learned.”

He watched her as she made the bed the way Canard had demonstrated. When she was done, he nodded. “Better. Still terrible, but better. Canard!”

The guard popped back into view. “Sir?”

“The inmate has volunteered to skip breakfast so she can spend all morning practicing the new skill she’s learned. Supervise her. And if she gives you any trouble, I wanna know about it.”

“Aye, sir!”

“You can’t be serious, Moss! I’m not doing that,” she blurted out without thinking. Moving with a quickness that belied his more cumbersome build, he grabbed her by the front of her jumpsuit and slammed her against the wall, holding her there.

‘You’ll do what I tell you to do. Girl, you act like you ain’t never been here before when I know that you’ve personally inspected operations near a half dozen times. What happens to unruly inmates?”

“They get sent to solitary,” she answered. And if memory served, how long they stayed there was up to the warden’s discretion. There were no regulations on that front like there were at the Stockade.

“But first?” he prompted.

She frowned.

“The Courtyard.”

“That’s right.”

Surely Atmosia, in all its moralistic glory, would have insisted on dismantling that?

“I don’t think the Council would approve of-“

“The Council? This is my prison! I run it how I see fit! Do you really think they care what happens here? To Cyclonians? I’d love to see you, of all people, run crying to the Council about it so I can watch ‘em laugh in your face when you tell ‘em you suddenly object to the way things are done around here.”

He paused to give her a moment to think that over.

“Now then, let’s try this again. When I say that you’re going to spend the morning practicing making your bed, you say?”

“Yes, Warden,” she answered bitterly.

“That’s better,” he said, letting her go. With a smirk, he added, “Have fun.”

She glared at his back as he left until Canard snapped, “What are you waiting for? Strip the mattress and start again!”

***

She did not have fun.

She must have made and unmade the bed fifty times before she was allowed to quit. Canard was not shy about criticizing her work when he thought she was doing a shoddy job. On three occasions, he had deemed the finished product so unacceptable that he had overturned the entire mattress, and she had had to drag it back onto its frame before continuing.

She came dangerously close to losing her temper the first time he did that. If it wasn’t for her constantly reminding herself of what would happen if she did and utilizing the breathing exercise Captain Swift had taught her, she would have.

Around noon, Canard left, and she was allowed lunch. She ate quickly, grabbed her handbook and sat on the floor with her back against the wall she shared with Ace.

‘I hate this place,’ she tapped out in dot-dash code against the wall to get his attention.

Ace laughed humorlessly.

“Unfortunately for you, you’re both a threat and an opportunity to Moss,” he told her, his words muffled but distinct enough to understand. “He’s going to keep looking for ways to make an example out of you until he thinks he’s broken you down enough that no one questions his loyalty or authority.”

She sighed. What he said made sense. She hadn’t done herself any favours yesterday, assuming Mr. Moss was still on her side. She had just been so hopeful when she saw him; it was like they were finally catching the break that had eluded them since the fall of Cyclonia. Now that she knew she was mistaken, she realized she had put a target on her back by acting arrogantly. She wished she could go back and do the entire evening over again.

“What do I do?”

“The only smart thing you can do. Keep your head down and weather the storm. The only words that should come from your mouth around him are, ‘Yes, sir,’ and, ‘No, sir.’ And whatever you do, do not lose your temper.”

“I’m not calling him ‘sir,’” she said with an involuntary sneer.

“Lark!” he said, and there was nothing muffled about the sharpness of his tone. “Is that a joke? Because if it is, it’s a bad one. You asked me what you should do, and I’m telling you. You should not only call him ‘sir’ but also sound sufficiently respectful when you do. You know what kind of man he is. Swallow your pride and save yourself unnecessary pain.”

She heaved another frustrated sigh. “Fine. You’re right.”

“Good. Are you reading the handbook? It’ll help you have fewer repeats of this morning.”

“I’m just about to,” she said as she opened it to page one.

***

“Good to see you made it back home without incident,” Starling said as she strode briskly onto the bridge of the Condor. “I have news.”

Her young friends appeared to be in good spirits as they greeted her. All except Aerrow, who stood gazing out the windshield with his arms crossed, radiating discontent. She could imagine seeing a tiny cartoon stormcloud hanging above his head.

She sidled up to Piper, the most likely amongst them to know what was bothering him.

“What’s wrong with Aerrow?”

“It’s Sunday,” Piper said as if those words alone explained everything. “What news?”

“It can wait. I’m going to need a little more clarification on the ‘it’s Sunday’ thing.”

“The Sky Knight Council won’t meet with him on Sunday.”

“Still lost, I’m afraid.”

“He’s upset that Mr. Moss is still the warden of Zartacla and wants to petition the Council to have him removed.”

“It may be too late for that. For all we know, he could have already let Cyclonis and the Dark Ace go,” Stork suggested. “Actually, no. I bet he’s waiting until Ravess and Snipe get there. That way, they can escape en masse.”

“Wait, is that your news, Starling? Did Ravess and Snipe take the deal?” Piper asked, ignoring Stork’s pessimism.

“Yes, it is, and yes, they did. Their formal sentencing is scheduled for Wednesday,” she told them. “But back up a moment. The warden of Zartacla now is the same man who was warden under Cyclonia?”

“Yep,” Aerrow said as he walked over to join them. “You didn’t know?”

She frowned, slightly hurt by how his question sounded more like an accusation. “Aerrow, if I had known, the least I would have done is warn you in advance, not let you be blindsided.”

“Sorry,” Aerrow sighed. “I just figured that you'd know since you’re on the tribunal and working so closely with the Council.”

“No, we know very little that you don’t. We’re not honorary Councilmembers. That said, I do not believe the Chairman would send Cyclonis to Zartacla if he thought it wasn’t secure.”

“Yeah, I spoke with one of the Councilmembers over the radio before we left,” Aerrow said and proceeded to fill her in on the conversation they had.

Once he had finished his story, she took a moment to think it over. “I guess the question I have for you is this: Are you upset because you’re truly concerned about security at Zartacla, or are you upset because you dislike Mr. Moss and dislike even more that he was able to weasel his way out of trouble and keep his position?”

“Both?” Aerrow answered wryly.

“Fair enough. Next question. Would you like me to accompany you when you speak to the Council tomorrow? It wouldn’t hurt to have a neutral party there to help keep things in perspective for everyone.”

“Actually…yeah. That’d be great,” he smiled.

***

“If it makes you feel any better, I still don’t believe the Chairman would have sent Cyclonis to Zartacla if he had any concerns about the security there,” Starling told him as he trudged out of the Council Hall in defeat.

“No offence, but it doesn’t.”

“None taken.”

“He also believed Carver when he said he had been mind-controlled by Cyclonis, and look how that turned out.”

“Yes, the Chairman didn’t look very pleased when you threw that in his face.”

“I didn’t throw it in his face! I was very polite when I mentioned it.”

She laughed, and he ducked his head to hide his own smirk. Okay, maybe ‘polite’ was an overstatement. But he could have been a lot ruder about it, too, and he thought it counted as a point in his favour that he hadn’t been.

“I’m just saying, if Carver could fool them, then Mr. Moss could be fooling them. He’s better at pretending to be nice than Carver is.”

“Or he could be telling the truth. Is it that hard to believe that he cares more about himself and that prison than about politics?”

“It’s possible,” he admitted grudgingly.

“Isn’t it also possible that he feels betrayed and sold out by Cyclonis for signing the treaty that gave away Zartacla?”

“I…huh. I hadn’t thought of that.”

“You did say that he was short with her. You could be right that it was just an act, or it could have been an indication of how he really feels.”

“I guess.”

“I assume you’ll want to be the one to take Ravess and Snipe to Zartacla when the time comes?”

“That’s the plan. It’ll give Piper the chance to check in on Cyclonis, too.”

“I’ll go with you if you don’t mind. I’d like to meet this Mr. Moss for myself.”

“You know I don’t mind,” he told her, and they walked the rest of the way to the Condor in companionable silence.

***

Canard must have given Mr. Moss pointers on how best to annoy her because the following morning at inspection, he accused her of not centering her pillow correctly at the head of the bed and immediately overturned the mattress. She had had to remake the bed with him watching, arms crossed, tsking about how he expected better after all the practice she had gotten yesterday.

“What, no arguments this time?” he asked her when she had finished.

“No, sir,” she said in as neutral a tone as she could muster.

He cocked his head, rubbing his chin as he studied her as if trying to figure out what she was up to.

“Well, since it seems like you need more practice, I reckon I won’t get any arguments from you if I said you’ll be spending the rest of your morning making and remaking your bed. Again.”

Her fingers twitched, itching to ball into fists, but she restrained herself. “No, sir.”

He smirked.

“Y’know, you sound real polite, but your eyes are telling a different story. Hamish!”

“Yessir, Mr. Moss?” the young man piped up from where he stood just outside the door.

“Since the inmate still hasn’t mastered the art and science of making her bed properly, you get to supervise her as she gets more practice.”

“But it looks fine to me, Mr. Moss,” Hamish said as he came closer, sounding confused.

“Boy, did I ask your opinion?” Mr. Moss asked, smacking Hamish upside the head. “I swear….” Turning back to her, he said, “Well, hop to it!”

She did, expecting him to leave right away as he had the day before. Instead, he stuck around for a while and continued making needling comments. And while she managed to keep her mouth shut, she couldn’t stop herself from glaring at him when he accused her of moving too slowly and threatened to overturn the mattress again if she couldn’t complete the task in under three minutes.

“You best wipe that look off your face before I do it for you,” he warned her.

With effort, she schooled her features into some semblance of neutrality and got back to work.

“That looked like it was hard for you. Can’t say I’m surprised, though, you being the spit ‘n’ image of your meemaw, after all. Now there’s a woman who always looked like she could chew up steel beams and spit out nails.”

“I thought the phrase was chewing nails and spitting tacks,” Hamish said.

“You’re not wrong, son, but if you had ever had the opportunity to meet her, you’d understand.”

When he didn’t get the rise out of her that he had hoped for, he harrumphed and announced, “Well, I’ll leave you to it.” She smirked when she heard him walk away. Really, what had he expected? For her to not know how severe a woman her grandmother had been? As if her grandmother hadn’t taken pride in that fact? Why should she take offence when someone else pointed it out?

Unfortunately, her sense of victory quickly evaporated when she remembered that she still had hours of tedious make-work ahead of her.

And so it went for the rest of that first week. Mr. Moss would come in during count, find something about her or her cell to nitpick and assign some mind-numbingly dull task.

Like on the third day, when he decided he didn’t like how she stood at attention. Apparently, the solution was to have her stand at attention for an hour. Which wouldn’t be too bad, she had to admit, except that the guard assigned to watch her tacked on an extra fifteen minutes every time he felt that her posture slipped even a little. That one hour turned into the better part of the day, with only a few five-minute breaks throughout to serve as a brief reprieve.

Or on the fifth day, when he claimed that her cell looked a little too dingy for his liking and that the solution would be for her to scrub every inch of it with a toothbrush. To add insult to injury, he had demanded her effulgent thanks for not requiring her to use her own toothbrush for the task.

So it was a surprise when, on the seventh day, he didn’t have a single critique. She must have looked as surprised as she felt because he laughed. “I have more pressing matters to attend to today,” he told her. “This unit is about to get two new residents. And you have your first visit with the Storm Hawks scheduled for this afternoon.”

Two new residents and the Storm Hawks? Oh no….

“Ravess and Snipe?”

“The very same.”

Great. She could barely tolerate them when she only had to deal with them in small doses. Now they were going to be living together? Things just kept getting better and better…

***

“You seem to be in a good mood,” Piper commented warily.

She and Aerrow sat across a table from Cyclonis, one of several that dotted the otherwise nondescript, windowless, downright dreary visiting room.

The whole time she had been inspecting the cuffs to rule out any tampering, Cyclonis hadn’t said anything negative or sarcastic. Well, really, she hadn’t said much of anything, but her entire demeanour was relaxed and lacking hostility.

She could tell it bothered Aerrow, and she wondered if that was why Cyclonis was acting the way she was. Because if it wasn’t an act, and she really was this chipper (comparative to her usual self), then Aerrow may have been right to be concerned all this time.

“Why wouldn’t I be? I’m getting to visit with my best friend forever, and I’ve heard that you’ve brought Ravess and Snipe along with you. The gang’s all back together!”

Okay, so the lack of sarcasm couldn’t last forever, but despite the ribbing, she remained pretty laid back. She hadn’t seen her like this since their conversation on day one of the trial. And that’s what clinched it for her. There was something just a little too manufactured about her attitude that made Piper sure that she was being manipulated.

She had fallen for it hook, line and sinker the first time, not suspecting a thing until Captain Swift had pointed out the discrepancies in her story. She wasn’t going to be suckered again. Plus, if she could expose her as a big ole faker, it might make Aerrow feel better about the whole Mr. Moss situation.

“I’m just surprised, is all. You’re not having a rough time adjusting?”

“I’m not going to sit here and lie to you,” Cyclonis lied. “The first day was a little rough, but that’s to be expected with any new situation.”

“I can imagine. Mr. Moss wasn’t very nice to you onboard the Condor. You seemed surprised.”

Cyclonis shrugged. “He was having an off day. It happens to the best of us. He and I have always had a respectful working relationship. It wasn’t difficult to sort things out.” She glanced at Aerrow. “You’ve been awfully quiet this whole time.”

“I’m just here to support Piper and make sure you’ve stayed put.”

“We’re glad to hear you worked things out with Mr. Moss. How’d you manage that?” Piper said, redirecting the conversation in the hope that if she gave Cyclonis enough rope, she’d go ahead and hang herself with it.

“He just needed to remember who’s really in charge around here,” Cyclonis said, grinning at Aerrow, who frowned back at her. It couldn’t be more apparent at this point that she was antagonizing him.

“You mean you?”

“Naturally.”

“I’m not sure he agrees,” Piper said, looking over Cyclonis’ shoulder and adopting the dismayed expression of someone who’s been caught doing something they shouldn’t.

A look of pure panic crossed the other girl’s face as she spun around in her chair to look behind her, and Piper cracked up laughing. “Oh, I think you and Mr. Moss have come to an understanding, alright. Just not the one you hoped for.”

The glare Cyclonis sent her way when she turned back around was a much more familiar expression. “Real funny. If you knew I was lying, would it have killed you to just play along?”

“Yes. And besides, I didn’t know, I suspected.”

“I was just trying to make the best of a bad situation,” she sighed. If she was looking for sympathy, she was going to be disappointed.

“No, you were trying to have a laugh at our expense because you knew we had concerns about Mr. Moss. Well, turnabout’s fair play.”

Cyclonis scoffed.

“Now we can have an honest conversation.”

“No, you’ve done what you came here to do,” Cyclonis replied. “This visit’s over.”

“Great,” Aerrow said, standing. “See you in two weeks, then.”

“Can’t wait.”

Piper playfully nudged Aerrow with her shoulder as they walked back to the Condor. “Well? Feeling any better about things?”

“Kinda. I’m willing to accept that Mr. Moss isn’t going to just let them escape. But Piper, he’s not a good man. It still doesn’t feel right that he’s in charge here.”

“Five minutes ago, you were worried about Cyclonis, and now you’re worried for her?“

“I’m not sure I’d go that far,” he said with a wry smile.

“You know what I think? I think you’re bored now that you don’t have any Cyclonians to fight. It’s making you restless. When we get back to Atmosia, we should finally start cataloging all that stuff we salvaged from Cyclonia. That’ll take your mind off things.”

“Fun,” he snarked.

“It will be if you find any cool new weapons in one of those crates.”

“There’s only one weapon I had any interest in salvaging, and it’s long gone.”

She frowned. “I know. I know it’s not the same, but I wish I had thought to grab Cyclonis’ staff. I’d have loved to get the chance to study it. But I was more interested in keeping it away from her at the time.”

“You got something better, though.”

“Access to her lab! I know! We really lucked out that it wasn’t completely destroyed in the fall.”

“Why do I get the feeling that once we get back to Atmosia, you’re gonna disappear into your room and not be seen again for at least a week?” he half-joked.

“It’s not my fault that there are so many crystals and books and notes to study,” she shrugged, smiling.

“Well, at least one of us will be having a good time,” he laughed.

They met up with Starling and Mr. Moss just outside the Condor. Aerrow’s smile disappeared, and his posture stiffened, but he nodded politely and said, “Well, Warden, we’re ready to be underway.”

“Of course, son, of course. I hope Cyclonis didn’t give you any trouble.”

“Not at all.”

“Good. Well, I won’t keep you here any longer than necessary,” he said jovially. “Y’all have a safe trip back to Atmosia.”

“Thank you again for the tour, Warden,” Starling chimed in.

“The pleasure was all mine,” he answered with a smile.

Once they were back on board the Condor and the bay doors had closed behind them, Starling said, “I see what you mean. Behind the veneer of good-ole-boy charm, there’s something off about that man.”

“I told you! He’s a bad guy!”

“I never doubted you on that front, Aerrow. But the way he spoke about the prison as he showed me around was like listening to Stork wax poetic about this ship. He may be a bad guy, but I don’t doubt his dedication to doing his job.”

“Funnily enough, I don’t think we do anymore, either,” she said.

“Really?” Starling asked in surprise, looking to Aerrow for confirmation.

“Yeah,” he said reluctantly.

“Cyclonis tried taunting us, playing off of our fears that the prison wasn’t secure. At least until I figured out what she was doing and pretended that Mr. Moss was behind her listening to everything she said,” she explained.

“She looked scared spitless,” Aerrow finished the story. “I get the feeling that he’s gone out of his way this week to prove to everyone, Cyclonis included, that he’s not one of her lackeys anymore.”

“Well, it certainly sounds like he succeeded. Will you stop worrying now?”

“Not completely, but I’ll do my best,” he promised.

***

In the morning, Cyclonis was granted a reprieve from whatever punishing task Mr. Moss had dreamt up for her for the day, and it was all thanks to Snipe’s slovenly tendencies.

“Why isn’t your rack made?” she heard him yell, for once not at her.

“Why should it be?” Snipe yelled back, not out of anger but because he only had one volume setting.

“Because those are the rules!”

“Well, it’s a stupid rule! Are we gonna be locked in here all day?”

“Yes, this unit is on lockdown until y’all have settled in here, learned to follow the rules, and earned yourselves the privilege of going to the chow hall and out to the yard.”

“Then what’s the point? I’m just gonna go back to sleep and mess it up again after breakfast.”

She had to give him credit; that was the most coherent argument she’d ever heard him make.

“There won’t be breakfast if you don’t make your rack!”

“WHAT?! Snipe needs five high-protein meals a day!”

The resultant laughter from Mr. Moss started as a chuckle but quickly grew into full-blown hilarity. “Well, if Snipe’s lucky, he’ll get three meals a day. But only if he does exactly what I tell him to do,” he said after he got his laughter under control.

“Fine!”

A few minutes passed, then Mr. Moss spoke again. “Well, colour me surprised; I didn’t think you actually knew how to do that. Was it really so hard?”

Snipe’s response was little more than a grunt.

“Good,” Mr. Moss said amicably, taking the grunt as a no. “Then you won’t have any trouble doing it fifty more times!” he yelled. “When I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it the first time! You think I’m just gonna let you sleep the day away? After you stood here and argued with me? Boy, you’re out your damn mind! What you’re gonna do, today and for as many days as it takes until the lesson sticks, is learn you some discipline!”

The rest of the day was filled with Snipe complaining. He spent the morning complaining about the task he had been assigned. He spent the afternoon complaining that the handbook had too many words and not enough pictures. And he spent the evening complaining about the state of dinner.

“I’m still hungry!”

“Will you quit your whining!” Ace finally snapped at him. “We’re all still hungry!”

“Yeah, well, I’m hungriest!”

“The Dark Ace deigns to speak to us at last,” Ravess chimed in. “We’ve been here a full day, and we don’t get so much as a simple hello? Has captivity destroyed what manners you had?”

“Good evening, Ravess. How are you? Well, I hope?” he responded with a hint of sarcasm.

She huffed a short laugh. “I’ve been better if I’m being honest. What of the brat? Is she here, too, or do they have her holed up somewhere else? Preferably in an actual hole.”

“I’m here, too,” she said, choosing not to engage with the insult. It hardly surprised her that Ravess had dropped any pretense of respect for her.

“How unfortunate for the rest of us.”

“Watch your tongue, Ravess!”

“Still acting as her lapdog, Ace?”

“I’m no one’s lapdog; there’s just no need for pettiness.”

“It’s hardly pettiness when her incompetence is why we’re all here. I tried to warn you all that she didn’t know what she was doing. I knew she’d lead Cyclonia to ruin. But did anyone listen?”

Okay. That hurt. It was getting harder to be the bigger person here.

“I think you have your own incompetence to thank for your being here,” she said. “You want to talk about leading Cyclonia to ruin? You jeopardized the entire future of the Empire when you chose to break the treaty!”

“What future? That treaty is a slap in the face to the Empire, and you’re weak for signing it!”

“I did what I thought was best.”

“That much is clear,” Ravess said scathingly.

She scoffed and went to lie on her bed, crossing her arms. She didn’t need to justify her actions to Ravess, of all people.

“That’s it?” Ravess asked after a moment’s silence. “You’re not even going to try to defend yourself further? Maybe you need Ace to fight your battles for you, after all.”

“Lay off, Ravess,” Ace warned her in his most no-nonsense tone. It did the trick of shutting her up, and blissful silence reigned for several long minutes.

“I’m so hungry,” Snipe complained, breaking the brief peace.

“Shut up, Snipe!” Ravess and Ace yelled in unison.

After that, no one spoke for the rest of the night.

***

“Hey Piper, finally taking a break from studying Dr. Creepy’s Laboratory of Terror, huh?” Finn asked as she walked into the kitchen, a notebook tucked under her arm.

“We got chips,” Aerrow said, holding out the bag of chips he was holding to her invitingly.

“And dip,” Finn pointed out.

“How long have you been thinking that one up, Finn?” she asked with a smirk, taking one of the offered chips.

“I thought it up this afternoon.”

“When he pried open a crate he hoped was full of crossbow bolts.”

“But it was really just full of socks.”

“And he started ranting about how you were probably having more fun than us, playing with crystals and looking at schematics of doomsday weapons.”

“How…wouldn’t a crate full of socks weight less than a crate full of crossbow bolts? Why would you think it was full of crossbow bolts?”

“He hopes every crate he opens is full of crossbow bolts.”

“And also it was a lot of socks, okay? It was an easier mistake to make than you think! Anyway, everyone’s getting a week’s worth of new socks.”

“With plenty left over to donate to the closest refugee camp.”

“That’s great; they can use all the help we can give them. Speaking of!”

She held up the notebook, excited. “There’s so much cool stuff in these notebooks!”

“What does that have to do with the camps? You wanna fight the refugees?” Finn asked, confused.

“What? No! There’s more than just schematics of doomsday weapons here. She wasn’t thinking of conquest and warfare all the time. There’re all sorts of ideas for crystals and machines that, if they work, could actually help people! Some of them are just vague ideas, but some of them are complete or nearly complete plans. They would just need to be built and tested.”

“Like what?”

She flipped through the notebook she held until she came to one of the projects she found the most compelling, albeit one still in its infancy. She turned it around to show them.

They both peered at the sketch for a moment, but Finn was the first to speak. “A…generator? Piper, have you slept at all since we got back? Those already exist.”

“I know they already exist,” she said, exasperated. “But the ones that exist now are powered by energy crystals. If you’d pay attention to what’s right in front of you, you’d see that this one is powered by?”

“The Wastelands?” Aerrow answered hesitantly.

“So?”

“So! Energy crystals need to be mined, they need to be refined, they get used up and have to be disposed of, and eventually we’re going to run out of them completely. But do you know what we’re never going to run out of? Lava. And I think Cyclonis is right that it can be used the same way we use energy crystals now!”

“That’s actually really cool!” Aerrow said.

“I know! It’s kind of a pipe dream right now, but there’s a bunch of other stuff here that’s a lot closer to being made reality. Stuff that, as I said, could do a lot of good.”

“That’s awesome,” Aerrow smiled. “I’m glad we were able to recover this stuff.”

“Me, too. But there's one thing we recovered that's bothering me,” she confessed, reaching into one of her pockets and pulling out a turquoise crystal that fit snugly in the palm of her hand.

“What is that?” Finn asked.

“I don’t know. Well, I do know. It’s a memory crystal. But I don’t know what’s on it. And that’s what's bothering me!”

“Why?”

She reached into that same pocket and pulled out a smaller, green crystal.

“Is that Gundstaff’s Nil crystal?” Aerrow asked.

“Yep.”

“I don’t get it,” Finn admitted.

“This crystal,” she said, holding up the memory crystal. “Was repaired using this Nil crystal. I can tell because the Nil crystal leaves behind a faint energy signature on anything it fixes. This means that this is it! Aerrow, this is what she went through the trouble of attacking the Condor over when you were hurt! Whatever is stored on this crystal must be really important. And I wanna know what it is!”

“Well, can’t you just, I dunno…” Finn, at a loss for words, wiggled his fingers. “Abracadabra it or whatever?”

“I tried that. It didn’t work.”

“Oh. Well, that sucks.”

“It does suck. With all the neat stuff she wrote about openly in these notebooks, I can hardly imagine what she considered classified enough to keep locked up tight in this crystal.”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” Aerrow said encouragingly. “You always do!”

“Thanks, I intend to.”

#Storm Hawks #Storm Hawks fanfic #Storm Hawks Cyclonis #Storm Hawks Dark Ace #Storm Hawks Aerrow #Storm Hawks Piper #Storm Hawks Mr. Moss

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a/n ⇾ surprise bitch! bet you thought you’d seen the last of me! 🤪 i’ve been here all along but just haven't felt motivated to write. i know it gets annoying to have to wait so long for updates but i appreciate those of you who have stuck by my side! ILY, FR FR. i try to make every update as good or better than the last so that its worth your while and sometimes that process can take me a long time… i hope y’all can understand that… i won't always update as frequently as other writers but i will get an update out at some point, just keep baring with me pls and thank you! ✨

THERE WILL NOT BE A PART 2 TO THIS, PLS DO NOT ASK.

LIFE WITH BANGTAN | ot7 + kth smut

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genre ⇾ fluff, smut and a bit of angst.

pairing ⇾ bts x reader, taehyung x reader (smut)

summary ⇾ the boys forget movie night and they have to find a way to make it up to you, starting with Taehyung...

warning ⇾ idk, if i matters but i just want y’all to know this is very TAE X READER heavy... i mean it’s still ot7 x reader but just a bit more Taehyung focused... — smut, pwp, hand job, oral (f receiving), penetrative sex, dirty talk (a lot of dirty talk), fingering and more... — usual warnings: cringy-ness, swearing

words ⇾ 12k

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”Ugh!” You groan as you step out of the elevator. The cardboard box you’re holding in your arms isn’t too big but it is quite heavy. The box combined with the large backpack you’re waring is adding a bunch of unnecessary weight to your body and the journey to get to the boys dorm has taken longer than usual because of it… But you know this will all be worth it in the end, for tonight is movie night and hopefully the start of a monthly tradition with your lovers.

The cardboard box in your arms and bag on your back are both filled with Disney movies… From the classics all the way up to the most recent ones available on DVD.

Mayhaps you went a little bit crazy on Amazon, buying a total of one hundred and ten DVDs, some of which still haven’t shipped yet bc they are coming from countries outside of Korea and mayhaps, buying all those DVDs put a bit of a dent in your bank account but you’re almost one hundred…No, a solid ninety-five percent sure that this will all be worth it once you see the look of joy on Yoongi’s face after he watches the Aristocats for the first time or the tears in Jimin’s eyes during that one scene in Toy Story 3… Yeah, it’s gonna be a good night and you’re excited to experience it with your amazing boyfriends.

Finally making it up to the boy’s door, you put the box down on the floor and sigh, feeling relieved that you get to give your arms somewhat of a rest, even if for only a few seconds. You slide the shield of the keypad up and watch it illuminate. Quickly typing your customized pin in, the door beeps and you put your hand on the knob, twisting it open before it can lock again.

Once the door is slightly open, you begin kicking the box towards the opening, too lazy to bend over and pick it up again.

A minute or two passes and you’re still kicking… You’re doing well, the box is nearly halfway through the door when suddenly the door is pulled fully open. “Oh!” You say almost following forward as you had been resting a lot of your weight on the door to keep it from closing whilst you kicked the box inside. “Darling~” You know immediately, without even having to look up, that it’s Taehyung calling you. The tone of his voice combined with the endearing nickname he’s been calling you since the day you two met gives him away.

Before properly greeting him, you bend down to pick up the box again since you don’t have to worry about the door anymore… Picking the box up will probably go much quicker than kicking it.

Once the box is in your arms again, you look up to meet Tae’s pretty brown eyes and boxy smile. You can’t fight the smile forming on your own lips. “Hello Handsome.” You tell him before leaning forward to place a single kiss against his soft lips.

“Why are you so dressed up?” You question, not missing the way the navy blue slacks and crisp white button up he’s wearing, compliment his tan skin.

He takes the heavy box from you then steps aside to let you in without answering your question. “Oh fuck,” He groans. “What the hell is in here?” He asks. There’s a slight strain to his words as he struggles to balance the heavy box in one hand whilst he closes and locks the door with his other.

Upon stepping inside, you see that the dorm is up in slight chaos.

One of the boys makeup artist and a friend of yours, Sua, is chasing Jungkook around with an eye shadow palette in her hand. There is a stylist you’ve never seen before, standing entirely too close to Namjoon while she fixes the collar of his shirt and Jimin is sitting on the couch while their hair stylist straightens the few fly-aways at the top of his scalp.

Sua notices you first before any of the other guys do.

“Y/n!” She stops chasing Jungkook to approach you.

Jungkook stops running around and Jimin looks up from his phone at the sound of your name being called.

“Hi baby!” Jimin says enthusiastically before waving at you. You look over at Jimin and give him a sweet smile. “Hi...” You say softly, waving back. You know he would’ve gotten up to greet you with a kiss if the man above him wasn’t holding a hot hair styling tool to his head.

You look away from Jimin to see both Sua and Jungkook making their way over to you.

Sua gets to you first and wraps her arms around you, engulfing you in a tight bear hug, which is slightly awkward since you didn’t have time to put your arms out to receive the hug properly. “Long time no see, how are you doing?” She asks against your ear before releasing you. “I know! I’m doing well, how are you?” You smile at her, although confused as to why she’s there, you are happy to see her.

Sua has always been sweet to you and she was one of the first people to discover that you and the boys had something going on and even though she was a bit weary, she was supportive when she realized how much you really loved all seven of them and how much all seven of them loved you.

Sua kept your secret until it was made knowledgeable to the rest of the staff and you have been grateful to her ever since.

“I’m good! Just trying to get these boys of yours to sit still for a second. Especially this one.” Sua says pointing a thumb at Jungkook who is standing behind her with the brightest bunny smile. He waits eagerly for his turn to hug you. “I don’t know how you do it.” She continues and you chuckle. “Don’t worry, they run away from me too.” You joke and both Sua and Jungkook chuckle. “I do not.” He protest, opening his arms for a hug.

You finally take off you backpack, placing it on the near by chair and walk up to him. You wrap your arms around his waist and press your face against his chest. Your eyes close instantly at the warmth you feel being against him. Jungkook waste no time wrapping his arms around your frame, squeezing you against him.

Like always, you’ve missed your boys so much.

“I missed you.” He tells you, almost as if he can read your mind and you smile. “I missed you too Kook.” You confess before pulling away.

“Are you guys almost ready? Manger-nim will be here soon with the car.” You hear Namjoon’s voice from behind you. You pull away from Jungkook and turn to face the leader of the group.

What is going on?

“Did I mixed up the dates for our movie night or…?” You mumble to yourself, thinking maybe you had read the date wrong on your calendar.

You pull out your phone to check your google calendar, that holds all your important dates. You are usually bad with dates which is why you rely on your google calendar to keep track of everything.. You know once you put it in there, it’s official so you don’t understand how you could’ve messed this one up.

The men around you seem to slow down their frantic movements at your words. “Babygirl…” Namjoon calls out and you look up to face him. The look on his face, makes you worry. His brows are furrowed and his lips form a slight pout.

“Movie night... We completely forgot.” Your heart drops at his words.

‘We completely Forgot’… The words are dramatically echoing in your head for some reason.

How could the forget the movie night you’ve been planning for weeks.

“You forgot?” You ask for confirmation and Namjoon nods his head, a solemn look on his face. “Darling, we’re so sorry.” Taehyung’s voice catches your attention and you turn around to face him this time. “An event came up that we have to go to.... A car is on the way to pick us up.” He explains to you.

“Oh...” You say, not able to hide the disappointment in your voice. Jungkook comes up to you from behind and wraps his arms around your waist. You don’t even have to turn around to know it’s him. It just feels like him, not to mention, he loves to give you back hugs. He pulls you close to his chest and then rest his chin on your shoulder. “Please don’t be upset.” He begs you but it’s too late. Your feelings are hurt.

How could they forget? You think again.

“I’m not.” You lie and Jimin is the first to sniff you out.

“Yes you are.”

Hoseok comes walking out of his and Jimin’s shared bedroom. He is looking as gorgeous as ever in a suit that is tailored to perfection. Upon seeing you, he gives you his one hundred watt smile but suddenly, it fades when he notices the look on your face. “What’s wrong Angel?” He mumbles, softly. You’re about to shake your head and lie again but Jungkook speaks before you can. “She came for movie night.” Jungkook’s chest rumbles against your back as he speaks. “That was tonight?” Hobi asks, looking up into your eyes. His usual bright expression is now a little less bright when he catches the displeasure in your eyes. He can tell you’re upset and that you are doing your best to hide it but he knows you. He knows that look.

You nod your head at his question, a broken smile gracing your lips. “Angel...” He starts before his long legs strut over to you until he is standing in front of you. He leans down to place a sweet kiss to your lips. Although you’re upset, you return the kiss as best you can with Jungkook’s arms still wrapped firmly around your waist.

“It’s okay...” You lie again.

“We’re so sorry baby.” Jimin apologizes and you shrug. “It’s fine.” Your fourth lie for the night…

Jin comes strolling into the living room with Yoongi not far behind. “Ok kids. Car is here. Let’s get going.” They both look too good to be true. Dressed in dark suits that seem to compliment each other. “Princess?” He greets your curiously. You give him a small smile. “Hi...” You say. “You look handsome. You all do.” You say truthfully.

Yoongi looks up at you. “Kitten, what are you doing here?” He asks in confusion.

Seriously? No one remembered what tonight is… or was supposed to be?

You feel like you’re going crazy, like you made it all up in your head but you know you didn’t. You remember planning this night... The eight of you agreeing upon this date so you don’t understand how this has happened...

You want so badly to tell them off but you also don’t want to start anything… You suppose it’s not their fault... You knew exactly what you were getting yourself into, the minute you decided to be with them, to love them… They have priorities and obligations to fulfill as the ‘World’s Biggest Boyband BTS’ but you wish that sometimes, they could be your boyfriends and just that alone. Even if, just for the day…

“I came for movie night but it seems you all have other plans.” You say, the words come out bitter than you intended but you can’t take them back now.

“Don’t say it like that baby.” Jimin tells you, feeling guilt bubbling in his chest. Yoongi comes to stand in front of you after Hobi has step away to put on his shoes. “Kitten, why don’t you stay until we get back?” Yoongi offers and you’re about to decline his offer when you feel Jungkook press his lips against your neck. “Yeah stay, we’ll be back before you know it,” He whispers against your skin.

“You guys know I don’t like to stay in the dorm when you’re not here.”

“Please?” Jimin begs. “If you’re not too tired when we get back, we can watch one of the movies you brought.” Jimin suggest, and the idea swims around in your head for a little bit… As tempting as it sounds, you know that they’ll be the ones too tired to stay up and watch movies with you.

“Guys we really need to go…” Jin reminds them, picking up his shoulder bag and his suit jacket off the couch.

“You guys go ahead... You don’t wanna be late.” You tell them and you watch as Yoongi’s lips form a small pout. You usually lose your mind at how cute he looks when he unintentionally pokes out his lips but in this very moment, all you can do is give him a half hearted smile. He leans forward and kisses you. “I hope you’re here when we get back.” He says before walking towards the door. Jungkook kisses your cheek then lets go of you to follow his Hyungs out. Namjoon is the last to leave. He places a kiss at the top of your head then walks towards the door. “See you later Baby girl.” He says before leaving, the door slamming behind him.

You sigh and turn away from the door. You are instantly greeted by the messy dorm. The stylists and Sua must’ve slipped out of the dorm while you were conversing with the boys because you were now left alone. In a big, empty, messy dorm.

You decide to tidy up so the boys will have a nice cozy and clean place to come home too. Plus you need the distraction… You just got ditched after all.

You pick up the movie box that Taehyung left on the counter and bring it over to the coffee table. You plop down on the couch and begin unpacking the box.

You even went through the trouble of buying as many of the Korean subbed versions as you could find for some of the older classics like Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty. You know Tae and Jimin have never seen those.

You neatly stack the movies in the middle of the table, surprisingly the only clean spot in the house, before you begin tidying up the place.

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Cleaning kills about two full hours. You cleaned the the living room, vacuuming and wiping down all the surfaces. You also decided to clean the kitchen, making sure the dishes in the the dishwasher were clean and then packed away and the counter top was removed of any stains. You attempted to clean each of the boys room but gave up after picking up all the clothes thrown around in Taehyung’s.

After you were satisfied with the way the dorm looked (and smelled), you walk back into the the living room and plop down on the couch. Your eyes glaze over the large stack of DVDs you brought with you... Without even realizing it, a frown grows on your face.

Cleaning had kept your mind off of the fact that your boyfriends ditched your planned movie night but now that you were done, now that you didn’t have anything keeping you busy, your failed attempt at spending quality time with your boyfriends was all you could think of.

You sigh heavily and pick up your phone. You decide to open the twitter app and browse around. Maybe one or two of the fifteen people you are following would post something to make you laugh…

You loved laughing, it always made you feel better.

You were lucky enough to stumble across a few memes. You giggle at them and save one in particular to your camera roll to use later in your group chat.

As you scroll further down, you come across a photo that makes your heart flutter with fondness.

One of the BTS fan accounts you follow (just because you enjoy the memes they posts and all the cute edits), posted a picture of the guys. You knew instantly it was a picture of them from the night. They look exactly the way they did when they left and you distinctively remember Yoongi’s shinny dangly earring and how it looked pretty with his outfit.

The picture was taken mid laughter. The way Jimin’s eyes turned into crescent moons, how Hoseok’s mouth formed a prefect heart, the way Jungkook’s nose crinkle and his two front teeth made an appearance and how you could practically hear Taehyung’s deep laughter just from looking at the way his mouth was wide open and his head was thrown back… It all made your heart swell in your chest.

You wished you could be the reason they were laughing or be there to laugh with them. You genuinely just missed them. You were looking forward to spending time with them tonight. You desperately wanted to be wrapped up in Namjoon’s arms, snuggled under a blanket with Jin beside you and Yoongi’s head on your lap while you play with his soft locks as he drifted off to sleep… The other boys gather near by. You always felt comfort when they were close to you.

You suddenly felt a wave of discontent wash over you. You’re not usually one to let things get to you. You pride yourself in being someone who is very understanding, especially when it comes to plans changing but for some reason this situation is hitting you hard.

It’s been almost a month since you’ve hung out, like really hung out with them. And yes, you’ve gone longer without seeing them as they were away on tour in different countries for months on end but this time they were back home. You could pop into a practice every now and then or sleepover at the dorm if you want to but they had been so busy this month (even with them being back home), that spontaneous visits were not in the cards for you which is why you were so looking forward to this night.

Exiting out of twitter, you decided to open the Message app. You go into the group chat named ‘Team Kim Seokjin’ and type out a quick message.

YOU to Team Kim Seokjin

hey guys, i hope you’re all having a good time. i finished cleaning up the dorm a bit and now i’m going to head home.

YOU to Team Kim Seokjin

i know you all wanted me to stay but it doesn’t feel right... anyways, be sure to text me when you get home. love you all ❤️

You sent the messages and locked your phone, not waiting for a reply. You stood up, grabbing your duffle bag and throwing it over your shoulder. You shut off all the lights before heading out the dorm.

Your phone pinged, indicating that you received a text messages but you decide not to check it right away as you were too focused on getting back to your apartment.

You hope the comfort of your bed would make you feel a little bit better…

Meanwhile on the other side of town. Taehyung and Yoongi were in the bathroom. The award ceremony they were attending had just called for an intermission so the two decided it’d be a good time to release some fluids.

Yoongi was drying his hands when suddenly his phone vibrated in his pocket the same time that he heard another phone ping, the obviou sound of a text tone… He knew it was Tae’s phone as he was the only other person in the bathroom and Yoongi himself had yet to take his phone off of silent.

“Hyung!” Taehyung shouts after flushing the toilet in his stall. “Hmm?” Yoongi hums in response. The stall door flies open and Tae hastily walks out, holding his phone up for Yoongi to see the text he’d just received from you. “She’s not staying.” Tae pouts.

“What?” Yoongi says in confusion, not too sure what the younger male was getting at.

“Y/n... She said she isn’t going to stay over’.” Taehyung says,

Yoongi squints his eyes, trying to get a better look at Tae’s bright screen before giving up to pull out his own phone. He unlocks it and looks at the text messages you sent, rereading them a few times to himself. “Ah.” He says in realization. “‘Ah’? She’s mad at us and all you have to say is ‘ah’?” Tae whines.

One of the things Taehyung hates most in this world is when the people he loves and cares about are upset with him and you are at the top of that list. “I don’t think so.” Yoongi tells the younger man. “I disagree… I mean we basically ditched her…” Locking the phone and pushing it back in his pocket, Yoongi turns to the mirror and fixes a few loose strands of hair.

“Leave it to Taehyung to over react at a simple text message.“ Yoongi thinks.

“She’s not mad. Trust me.” Yoongi tries to reassure Tae but truth be told, he actually didn’t know himself if you were mad or not… He understands why you would be upset, if you were but he also knows that you are someone who doesn’t get upset easily.

As Yoongi waits for Tae to finish washing his hand, his phone vibrates again. This time, it’s a text from Hoseok.

HOBI to Team Kim Seokjin

🥺🥺🥺 you won’t be there when we get back?

After reading Hoseok’s text, Yoongi instantly feels a twinge of guilt in his chest. He knows he shouldn’t... After all, he didn’t even want to come to this event but, it’s work. Something he had to do… He’d much rather be at home, cuddling up beside you on the couch, watching some stupid children’s movies… That would be a way better use of his time because it was time being spend with you and his brothers.

“Ready Hyung?” Tae’s question pulls Yoongi out of his head. He nods in response at the blue haired man before the two of them exit the bathroom, heading back to the others.

Yoongi decides that he’d call you as soon as the ceremony is over, to check up on you. He just hopes you’ll be awake to answers…

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A W E E K L A T E R

With groceries in hand, you struggle to put the pin into the keypad of your apartment door. After two failed attempts and almost being locked out permanently, you decide it would be easier if the grocery bags weren’t in your hand… You lean down to place the bags on the floor and just as you’re about to stand back up, you hear the most horrifying sound… The keypad beeps indicating that it has been unlocked and the door is being pulled open from the inside.

“What the fuck?” You mumble out loud.

You swiftly stand up straight, ready to throw hands at the intruder but you are pleasantly surprised to see the one and only Kim Taehyung, standing in your doorway with a bright smile on his face. “Tae?” You say, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

Although relieved to see your boyfriend and not some thief or lunatic… You were still a bit confused. “What are you doing here?” You question as he bends over to pick up the grocery bags for you. “I came to see you.” He states the obvious.

Upon hearing his words, your eyes suddenly widen at thought of him coming into your apartment complex…

In the middle of the afternoon…

Where nearly a hundred other college students are living…

Anyone could’ve saw him.

You hastily look around then begin walking forward, pushing Taehyung back into you apartment at the same time. “Whoa…” He says slightly confused and startled by your sudden moves. “Someone could’ve saw you dummy.” You scold him and he simply chuckles at you. “I was extra careful.” He informs you. “I wore a mask and a hat and I came in through the back entrance.” He tries to reassure you before walking over to the kitchen to put your bags down. You scoff at him in both amusement and disbelief because you can’t believe that he really thinks a simple mask and hat is enough to hide his appearance…

His fans could spot him even if he were dressed up as Bozo The Clown.

“As if a mask could hide you from an ARMY...” You say sternly.

“Someone could’ve saw you…” You repeat, your voice still a bit on edge as you take your shoes off at the front door. Tae doesn’t seem to care that he could’ve gotten caught sneaking into your building... And it’s not like he hasn’t snuck in before. He’s been to your place a handful of times but never at this time of day so you’re just a bit concerned but you’ll let it go for now…

You walk into the kitchen to see that Taehyung has started unpacking the groceries. You’re amazed by the fact that he seems to know where everything goes. You can’t help the way your heart flutters at how domestic the scene in front of you is but flutter in your heart simmer down just as a thought pops into your head...

What is he doing here?

“Not that I’m not happy to see you babe, but what are you doing here, seriously?” You start. “I thought you and the boys would be in the studio all day.” You say and he shrugs. “Well yes, we’re supposed to be… That’s where the members are now but I snuck away for a bit...” He explains. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.” Your eyes brows furrow in confusion.

Why wouldn’t I be okay?

“Where does this go again?” Tae asks as he holds up the box of cookies and cream Rice Crispy Treats.

“Cabinet above the microwave.” You point to the spot you’re talking about and Taehyung nods before turning around to put the sweet treat away. You walk further into the kitchen to help him pack out the rest of the groceries. “Why wouldn’t I be okay?” You finally say, referring to his previous question. “Well ‘cause of the whole movie night fiasco last week…” He informs you before turning back around to face you.

“Ahh.” You say in realization.

So that’s what this is about... He thinks I’m still upset.

You chuckle at the thought and walk over to the fridge to put the orange juice inside.

“I’m okay my love, you didn’t have to come all the way over here to check on me.” You tell him. You feel bad that you gave him the impression that you were still upset. You don’t want him to be worried about something that you were no longer thinking about. “You’re our girl, of course I had to come check on you… I’m sure the others would’ve tried to come, had they known I was coming” He says.

You close the fridge and look up at him, smiling fondly. You make your way back over to the grocery bags… You decide to just take everything out at once and line them up on the counter to make things easier for yourself and make the process of putting things away go faster.

“You’re sweet baby but I promise you, I’m okay.” You reassure him.

“But you weren’t though… Right? Before you were mad at us?” By the tone of his voice you know there’s a pout on his lip. “Yes.” You say truthfully, not wanting to hide anything from him. “I knew it!” He exclaims. “I knew you were mad. Yoongi Hyung said you weren’t but I know you darling.” He says confidently. “I’ll admit…” You begin before closing the fridge and turning around to face him. “I was upset that night… Mainly because I just wanted to spend time with you all but I got over it.” You confess.

“I understand that you all have priorities and-“

“You’re our priority.” Taehyung cuts you off… As much as you want to believe him, you couldn’t. Yes, you know they love you and you know you mean a lot to them but you also know that their careers, their fans, mean just as much and sometimes that means you have to take a back seat to that part of their lives...

And that’s something you have to learn to accept.

“Let us make it up to you.” Taehyung’s voice brings you out of your thoughts.

“There’s no need.” You tell him and there really isn’t… They did nothing wrong and there’s nothing they needed to make up for. “Aw come on,” Tae whines. “Sleepover, we have the weekend off!” He suggests and you have to shake your head immediately. “I can’t.” You state. “I have a big project due on Monday that I need to get started on.” He pouts cutely and you resist the urge to kiss that pout off his lips.

“Ok, well just come over Friday night then… The guys and I miss you so much.” He takes a step forward and you take one back… For some reason, your subconscious is telling you that some shit is about to go down that you are unprepared for…

“Tae…” You say warningly. You hate to disappoint him and the rest of your men and you would normally never turn down the opportunity to spend time with them but you just didn’t think it’d be responsible to hangout when you have so much work to do and catch up on.

And yes, you could bring your work over to the dorm but that just wouldn’t be logical... You’d get nothing done.

“Please?” You don’t miss the way Taehyung’s voice has dropped and octave lower. You look up to meet his eyes and as you expect, there is something dark… Swirling around in them. He advances towards you again and you take another step back, this time your lower back hits the edge of the counter. Taehyung places his hands on either side of you, locking you between himself and the countertop. There’s no where for you to run.

“Please stay over.” He pleads again and for a split second your eyes land on his lips. They are slightly chapped but they look so inviting... “Let us make it up to you.” His words come out as more of a command than question. “Tae…” You say his name again, a little breathier than you expected but his close proximity is making you somewhat lightheaded… It’s not like you haven’t been this close to him before, hell you’ve been way closer but for some reason, the way that he’s looking at you right now, like he can’t wait to get his hands on you, like he can’t wait to put his mouth on you… It’s all very intense.

“I already told you… I can’t.”

“You can’t or you just won’t?” He asks you. His question kind of catches you off guard because he’s sort of got a point…

It’s not that you can’t go over to their dorm on Friday night or that you don’t want to… It’s just that you don’t think it’d be the smartest thing to do with the word load you have on your table right now… “Darling.” Tae calls… He can tell by the expression on your face that you are playing with the idea of coming over, in your head. “Hmm?” You hum, looking into his eyes. This time, you’re the one to catch him staring at your lips.

Somehow the two of you have gotten so close to each other that your faces are inches apart. You can feel his breath fanning over you as he speaks. “What do I have to do to change your mind?” He questions, seductively. His voice is as smooth and raw as honey. If lust had a sound, it’d be they way Taehyung is speaking to you right now... The tingle in your core seems to get stronger the more he talks.

You look at his lips one last time and because you can’t resist him any longer, “Kiss me.” is all you mange to say.

Tae is on you in seconds. He smirks as his lips collide with the softness and warmth of your own.

Kisses with Taehyung always start off slow… Slow and sweet and extremely passionate and today is no different. He sucks on your bottom lip slowly and you moan at the feeling. “Mmm.” He moans along with you. He loves how plump your bottom lip is and the way it bounces back into place when he lets it go.

Tae takes his hands off the counter and grabs your arms, that are still awkwardly at your sides to place them on his shoulders. You instantly wrap them around his neck and pull him closer. You run your fingers through the blue locks at the back of his head and gently grip them.

You had been so thrown off by his lips on yours that you had forgotten what do with the rest of your body.

The two of you are chest to chest as his hands caress your sides. You slide your tongue across his bottom lip, hoping that he’ll get the hint and sure enough he does, opening his mouth for you to slip your tongue in. The two of you swirl your tongues around each others, the feeling is sensual and sexy and is slightly overwhelming your senses but you can’t stop.

Another minute passes and Tae pulls away from devouring your mouth so the two of you can catch your breaths. “So...” He says breathlessly. You lean forward and peck his lips again, wanting to taste more of him. He smiles against your mouth before speaking, “Is that a yes?” He asks with his lips against yours and you giggle… It seems the man in front of you is adamant in getting you to agree to come over and if you weren’t so horny and now, so extremely wet, you’d tell him off but unfortunately (or mayhaps, fortunately?), you are both of those things and it doesn’t help that Taehyung has decided to drag his mouth from yours to the sweet spot where your neck and shoulders meet, peppering kisses and sucking harshly on the skin there.

“Oh god,” You mumble to yourself.

It feels so good.

“Darling?” Tae calls you as your eyes flutter closed. You tilt your head to the side, giving him more space to work. “Hmm?” You can only give him a hum of a response because you think your brain is too clouded with lust to form a coherent sentence… So you just don’t.

“You didn’t answer my question,” He reminds you. His warm tongue runs over the patch of skin he’d previously sucked on. “What was it again?” You ask, having genuinely forgot what it was… He chuckles and slides his hands from around your waist down to your lower back, they rest there for a second or two before he moves on, sliding his hands over the curve of your ass. He grips it firmly and you gasps at the feeling “I said...” He begins. “Is that a yes… To coming over?” He pulls away from your neck to look at your face.

Tae’s heart beats rapidly and the tightness in his boxers increases when he sees the look on your face. He always thinks you look beautiful but even more so when your eyes are filled with desire, much like they are now. He could just eat you up... And he will.

“No.” You say, bringing the man in front of you out of his trance. He raises his eyebrow at you and you try to hold back a smug smirk from forming on your face. “No?” He asks, wanting to make sure he heard you correctly.

“Nope.” You confirm, popping your ‘p’ and shaking your head.

“Hmm,” He hums. You can tell by his tone that he knows you’re just giving him a hard time and he definitely doesn’t mind playing along. “I guess that means I’m gonna have to work a little harder to get you to say yes huh?” He questions you and you smile sweetly at him, “Bingo.” You say matter-of-factly.

He knows exactly what you want.

A sudden mischievous smile graces his lips before his mouth is crashing on to yours again. Slow and sweet kisses will no longer suffice for such a moment between the two of you.... Everything now is fast and sloppy and so so good.

You moan as Taehyung’s tongue pushes into your mouth. He tastes as delicious as the first time he kissed you and you swear you could loose yourself in his mouth alone.

His hands come down to grip your thighs. “Up.” He grumbles in your mouth and you jump slightly, so that he can effortlessly lift you off the floor and on to the countertop. You can feel the groceries behind you, uncomfortably pressing against your lower back. You remove your hands from around Taehyung’s neck and bring them behind you to push the groceries out of your way so you have more room to move around… The whole time you’re doing this, your lips never leave his.

The sounds of heavy breathing and wet kisses fill the space around you... Also the sound of your favorite bag of chips hitting the hardwood floor but you have no time to dwell on that, not when one of your gorgeous boyfriends is making a mess of your panties and he doesn’t even know it…

Now with Taehyung in between your legs, you can feel how hard he is. He’s pressing himself closer to you and the sudden urge to feel and taste his cock is strong.

Your hand is down his sweatpants and past his boxers before you know it. “Oh fuck,” He grunts as you grip his hard cock in your small hand.

You don’t hold back, beginning to stroke him as best you can from where you’re sitting. The angle is a little weird and slightly uncomfortable for you and there’s a bit of restraint from his boxers and sweats still being on him but he seems to be enjoying it from the way his mouth has fallen open and his eyes are fluttering open and closed. “Feels good?” You ask, wanting to hear praises from him. “I-I’m... Fuck...” He’s struggling to get the words out and that is a boost to your pride, if any. You love that you can turn him into a puddy from just your hands. “I’m s-supposed to b-be making you f-feel good.” He finally get the words out and you smile.

You think it’s so sweet that he’s thinking about making you feel good whilst your hands are on his cock.

“We can take turns baby.” You remind him before you grab him by the collar of his shirt with your free hand and plant your mouth on his again. The kiss is all teeth and tongue as you continue to pump his length... You use your thumb to spread the precum over the head of his dick. “Y/n...” Taehyung breathes your actual name for the first time since he’s stepped into your apartment. “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna cum in my pants.” He warns you but that only encourages you to go faster.

You stroke his length with determination.

Your end goal is to get him to bust a nut…

Right here…

In your kitchen…

In his boxers…

While you watch…

You want to make a mess out of him.

“But isn’t that what you want baby?” You tease him. “To cum, right here in my hand.” Your voice is innocent but your words are so dirty that Taehyung can only growl at you in response before throwing his head back. “Fuck, your hand feels so fucking good around me.” He says through gritted teeth. “My mouth would feel better but we’ll get to that later.” You continue to pump his cock. Your pace goes from slow and steady to fast and hard and it’s making Taehyung loose his fucking mind.

From the way his dick twitches and the way his face is screwed up in pleasure, you know he’s already about to cum. “Are you close my love?” You ask him sweetly and his heart feels like it might explode. The fact that you can switch from being so dirty to so soft and sweet while you rub him off, really throws him for a loop. You are truly the best of both worlds.

“Yes...” He groans, finally bringing his head down to lock eyes with you and you bite your lip at the sight in front of you.

You don’t realize it but your hips are desperately gliding back and forth on the countertop, trying to get whatever friction you can… Even if its just the dull shift of your wet underwear rubbing against your folds every now and then… It’s better than nothing at all. Your boyfriend takes note of this, feeling a little guilty, as he was the one who was supposed to be getting you off but instead, here you are giving him, probably the best handjob of his life. He’ll have to make up for it later but right now, he can only focus on the fact that he’s about to cream his pants.

“Oh God, please Y/n...” He calls out, his eyes haven’t left yours. The both of you are staring at each other so intensely that it feels impossible to look away. “What my love?” You ask him. You twist your hand around his throbbing cock as you continue to stroke him up and down rapidly. Your arm is about to fall off because of the constant change in speed but you refuse to slow down. “Please don’t stop.” He begs you, his voice strained. “I won’t… Not until you cum for me,” You promise him.

“Are you gonna cum for me Tae?” You feel his dick twitch for the second time after you speak.

Your mouth starts to water at thought of how pretty his cock must look right now. So thick and veiny and probably tinted a pretty shade of pink… You wish you had taken it out of his pants before going to town on it so you could see it in action… You were too eager but it’s okay... You’ll have a better view of it, once you get your face down there to suck him off.

“Oh f-fuck!” He groans loudly, halting your fantasies about his dick. “I-I’m cumming,” He stutters out, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as his mouth falls into a perfect ‘o’ shape. Your hand strokes him relentlessly for a few more minutes before you feel it... Tae releases his load all over your hand while your name falls from his lips repeatedly. You continue to pump him through his release, your thumb rubs over the sensitive head of his cock and he flinches at the feeling. “Shit...” He says and you giggle, before pulling your hand out of his boxers. The back of your hand is shiny and wet with his cum… Instead of letting it go to waste, you decide to give him a show... You look him in the eyes and lick the mess he’s made off the back of your hand... You’re not sure how sexy you look, licking your skin like a fucking cat would their fur, but Tae seems to be enjoying it and that all that matter.

“Holy shit...” He says once you’re done, he comes towards you at full speed, lips colliding for the third time tonight.

Taehyung places his hands under your thighs, guiding you to wrap them around his waist. Once you do, he hastily picks you up and you squeal as he carries you over the couch. He basically throws you down on it… Thank God, you got a bigger one. The little two seater you had before would never work for what the two of you are about to do…

Your boyfriend moves swiftly to help you pull your shirt off over you head and you have to laugh at how eager he seems to be. “Whats so funny?” He questions and you smile. “You’re just really cute when you’re needy.” You tease him and he scrunches his face in disapproval, making him appear even cuter than before. “I’m about to bury my face in your cunt and you’re calling me cute?” He says in disbelief. “Well, you are…” You simply shrug your shoulders with smirk on your face. “Shut up and get your pants off.” He says somewhat playfully before pulling his own shirt over his head. Your eyes land on his tan skin and his pretty collarbones.. You’re sure your drooling now at how good he looks above you shirtless and dark eyed with his pretty blue locks cascading over his forehead…

He looks un-fucking-real…

You begin unbutton your jeans but apparently you weren’t moving fast enough for Tae’s liking which seems to be a recurring theme whenever you’re about to get it on with one or more of your boyfriends… Taehyung impatiently moves your hands out of the way to unbutton your jeans himself so instead you work on your sports bra which actually doesn’t require much work at all… It isn’t the cutest one you own but it does have a zipper down the front which makes the removal process much easier and for that, you are thankful. You unzip the bra and slide it off your shoulders before dropping it on the floor beside the couch. You can’t stop your hands from caressing the tops of your breast then running your palms over your hard nipples. Tae’s hands would feel better but, he’s busy pulling your pants down past your hips. You lift yourself off the couch to help him get them off you. When they’re off completely, he takes the clothing and tosses them somewhere behind him. “Jesus,” He says as his eyes meet the large damp spot on your navy blue panties… “You were this wet the whole time?” He asks, looking up at you and you nod in response.

“Please take care of it Tae…” You plead… Now that he’s brought it up, the wet, stickiness between your legs is starting to get uncomfortable and since he’s the cause of it, it’s only right that he fixes it. “I’d love to.” He tells you before leaning down to press kisses on your stomach, right above the waistband of your panties. You bite your lip and look down at him, both your heart and your pussy are throbbing in anticipation for what is about to happen.

Taehyung takes a chance and peaks up at your through his lashes… You are a sight to behold, laying here, so prettily and patiently waiting for him to make his next move… He thinks it’d be so easy to tease you and make you whine underneath him but he’s not a selfish lover and he desperately wants to repay you for the nut you made him bust not too long ago. He kisses the damp spot on your panties before looping his fingers in the sides of them. He pulls them down slowly and as your pretty cunt comes into view, he licks his lips. He can’t wait to taste you. “Hurry.” Your voice is soft and very desperate. “Sorry Darling, I just was admiring you…” He confesses and your face heats up right away.

Oh god, this man is going to be the death of me.

He pulls your panties off the rest of the way and tosses them in the same way he did your jeans, he then begins placing kisses one by one on each of your thighs… He takes his time, stopping every so often to suckle on your smooth skin… It feels amazing but you are loosing your patience. You whine out his name and he chuckles… After he just told himself, he wouldn’t tease… He can’t help it though, he just love to take his time with you.

Tae positions himself more comfortably between your legs, hooking his arms under your thighs and spreading you open wider. He starts by licking a stripe from the bottom of your core to the top, just to get a taste. The tip of his tongue hits against your clit and you sigh at the feeling. Taehyung groans in delight when the taste of you glide across his tongue, igniting a fire in him to taste more. He flattens his tongue over your folds, licking his way back down before pushing the wet muscle between them. Your breathing is already starting to become rugged, the small pants leaving your lips are enough to boost Tae’s ego and he’s only just getting started.

Gripping your thighs tighter to bring you even closer to his mouth, he begins lapping his tongue between your wet lips and your mouth falls open at his ministration. The back of your head gently hits the arm rest of the couch when Tae’s tongue hits your clit for a second time, this time he lets it stay there, rolling it over your harden bud slowly just before he sucks it into his mouth. “F-fucking hell..” You nearly screech out. His lips are locked around your clit and you can feel his jaw rubbing against your folds while his nose is pressed to the skin at the top of your cunt. You glance down to find his gaze is already on you. For a brief minute, you are able to see that his eyes are glossed over with lust before the flutter closed in pure bliss.

The fact that he loves eating you out just as much as you love getting eaten out is just…. *chef kisses*

You push your hands in his hair and grip from the roots, he grunts causing a small wave of pleasure to vibrate over your clit. “F-fuck!” You moan out, arching your back. Taehyung sneakily removes a hand from under your thigh, bringing it up to your wet pussy. He swiftly slides a finger in without warning, causing you to yelp and arch your back, “Oh my god…” You say breathlessly. He begins pumping his finger in and out of you slowly, his mouth never wavering. He sucks on your sensitive bud like it’s his favorite candy.

Taehyung adds a second finger to your dripping heat and you clench tightly around them. He groans louder around your clit at the thought of you clenching around his cock instead. He knows he’d fit snuggly inside you and he can’t wait to feel your warmth and wetness engulf him but for now, he wants you to cum on his tongue. You taste so sweet and you’re so wet for him that he might just end up staying down between you thighs forever. “So sweet.” He mumbles exactly what he’s was thinking, over your clit. He then uses his tongue again, twisting the muscle in a circular motion around your clit while he steadily pumps his fingers in and out of you. You grab hold of your breast and pinch your nipples between the tips of your fingers to increase your pleasure.

Your body is on fire… You can fill that familiar coil in your stomach starting to turn and he can sense it too… Almost as if he’s is in tune with your body… Not to mention the way you keep pulsating around his fingers. “Your close..” Tae mumbles, only loud enough for himself to hear. “C’mon Darling.” He mumbles again, in the same tone as he takes his mouth off your clit…

You can hear him talking but it’s almost like you’re under water… The pleasure is deliciously overwhelming and all you can think about it cumming hard all over his mouth and fingers… You’re so close to that sweet release, it’s unbelievable…

Now that his mouth is off your clit, Taehyung can focus on the look on your face. “Beautiful.” He, once again, mumbles to himself.

He’ll never get tired of seeing you like this. Never, ever.

He blows air over your aching bundle of nerves while he watches you become a quivering mess right before his eyes.

The moment when he decides to curl his fingers up inside you, moving them back and forth as the tips of his fingers graze across that spot, is all it takes to send you into a frenzy. “Jesus, right t-there! P-please don’t stop!” You exclaim. He pops his head up further, the entire area around his mouth and his chin are g l i s t e n i n g with your juices. “Right here?” He asks, grazing his fingers over the same spot again. The way his words fall off of his lips combined with how he’s looking at you should be fucking illegal. “Yes, yes, yes!” You squeal as you orgasm begins blazing a trail through you body. “Oh fuck,” Tae groans, as he feels your fluids run down his palm… In an instant his mouth is back on your clit. He sucks your clit, mercilessly and the overstimulation causes tears to pool in the corner of you eyes. You try to push his head away from your aching cunt but he won’t budge.

“Ah-h T-Tae wait, p-please.” You beg him.

“I-I c-can’t!” You blurt out and he finally releases you from his mouth but his fingers stay in you just a little longer, pumping you as you come down from your high.

The wet sound of Tae pulling is fingers out of your cunt is sensitive to your ears. He licks his fingers clean the leans forward to kiss you and you’re able to taste yourself on his tongue, which causes another moan to escape you. “Do you think… You can take my cock right now Darling?” He asks in between sloppy kisses. “I need to be inside you.” He admits and all you can give him is a nod of your head. “Are you sure?” He questions. He doesn’t want to pressure you or make you feel like you have to do anything you’re not up for… He just really wants to feel you wrapped around him.

“Yes.” Your voice is hoarse and barely audible but he hears you...

Taehyung kisses you once more the leans up, you can make out the imprint of his hard member through his sweatpants, you can also see a few dry patches of cum from earlier and your mouth salivates for the hundredth time tonight.

When the blue haired boy above you pushes his sweatpants and boxers down in one go, his dick springs free and your eyes light up when you see the glossy, pink tip…

Just as you remembered, it is gorgeous… He is gorgeous.

You don’t get enough time to admire it because he is positioning himself between your legs again. “Ready?” He asks you sweetly and respond by leaning up to place your lips on his again. “Give it to me.” You encourage him and that’s all he needs to hear before slowly pushing himself inside you… No foreplay, no teasing… Just straight to the point. The both of you gasps into each others mouths when your warm walls engulf his thick cock for the first time in a while…

“Jesus…” He calls out and you fall back on to the couch, not having the energy to hold yourself up anymore. He begins with slow strokes, like he usually does. He leans down to meet your mouth again, repeatedly kissing you. “I love you.” He confesses and your heart does backflips, like it always does when they say those three words to you.

“I love you.” You say back to him whilst his hips start to pick up the pace. His mouths falls on to your chest, peppering kisses on the valley between your breast before it comes to hover over one of your nipples. He pokes his tongue out and flicks it over your nip and you moan his name loudly as your eyes flutter closed.

Tae pulls out of you, leaving just the head of his cock inside your warm, wet center. He mouth comes down and closes around your harden nipple… He doesn’t hesitate to suck it into his mouth right before he pushes back into you. “F-fuck.” You shout as your hands tangle in his hair yet again. He begins stroking into you at rapid speed…

Your moans must’ve set him off…

It’s almost like a flip was switched…

The way he’s ponding into you now is total contrast to how soft and gentle he was being earlier… Not that you’re complaining. “T-Taehyung!” You scream and he finally lifts his mouth from off your nipple, making sure to release it with a pop. He leans up and you’re able to see the beads of sweat rolling down his golden skin. He grabs hold of your legs, wrapping them securely around his waist.

“Scream my name again Darling.” He commands as he grabs onto your hips for support. “Taehyung!!” You scream again when he hits a particularly sweet spot inside of you. “You’re so good to me baby! I love your cock so much.” You praise him and he smirks… The man thrives off of your praises.

Tae bucks his hips faster, you lift your own up to meet his thrusts. Your skins slapping against each other mixed with your heavy panting is one of the prettiest sounds you’ve heard and you don’t want it to end but you don’t think that you’ll last much longer… And from the way that Tae’s head is thrown back, how his grip on you is getting a lot tighter, and the way his adam’s apple bobs in his throat, you know he’s close too.

“Are you gonna cum with me Darling?” His voice is raw and he sounds so fucked out that it makes your pussy lips quiver…

“Y-yes, yes I-I’m so close baby.”

“Argh! M-Me too,”

“Give it to me Tae, please..”

You hear him mumble another curse word under his breath and his thrust begin to stagger a bit before his releases his load into you… It takes you a little longer to reach your second orgasm but Tae doesn’t stop fucking you until you do, even with exhaustion starting to settle into his bones, he rubs your clit and continues stroking his dick inside you until you cum all over him…

Soon after your release, Taehyung collapses on top of you, trying his hardest to catch a breath. His eyes fall shut as he rests his head on your shoulder while you lazily run your hands through his damp hair. It’s quiet between the two of for quite a while… You’re both in post-amazing-sex bliss and are just enjoying being in each other embrace.

You think that Tae has fallen asleep because his body is limp on yours, he’s resting most of his weight on you and his breathing is steady but then you hear his slightly muffled voice say:

“So we’ll see you Friday night then?”

You toss your head back and burst into fits of giggles.

“This guy…” You mumble to yourself, whilst shaking your head with the fondest smile on your face.

What am I going to do with you Mr. Kim Taehyung?

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F R I D A Y N I G H T

You arrive at the boys dorm at eight o’clock on the dot, like you were told. Stepping up to the front door, you quickly type your code into the keypad, the door beeps and you twist the knob and push it open before stepping inside. All the lights in the dorm were off, expect for the one in kitchen which casted a dim light into the rest of the open space. It seems like no one is home but that couldn’t be the case... Surely Tae wouldn’t have invited you to an empty dorm and furthermore, you texted him less than twenty-five minutes ago to let him know you were on your way so he had to be home.

“Where is everyone?” You mumbled aloud to yourself.

Just as you pull your phone out to give Taehyung a call, you are startled by the sound of the toilet flushing. You whip your body around to face the bathroom door. You then hear the sink running. “Taehyung?” You call out but there is no answer. The sink is still running as you walk closer to the door. “Hello?” You call out again, a little louder and closer this time when suddenly the sink turns off and the door is being swung open. You are greeted by a pair of sparkly, yet startled brown eyes. “Oh!” Tae says placing his hand over his heart in shock. “Shit, you scared me.” He says, sounding like someone has knocked the wind out of him. You smirk, doing your best to hold your laughter in.

“I was calling your name...” You informed him.

“I’m sorry Darling,” Taehyung steps up to you and wraps his arms around your waist before pulling you into him. You place your hands on his chest to stable yourself. Your faces are inches apart, much like they were two days prior. “Hello beautiful.” He says sweetly. You feel heat rise to your cheeks at the compliment he gives.

Will you ever get used to all the compliments and affection these men throw at you? Probably not.

With the sudden urge to kiss the man in front of you. You lean in to close the gap between the two of you, pressing your lips to his. He instantly melts into you. With his arms securely wrapped around your waist, he pulls you closer.

The kiss begins to heat up. His hands begin roaming your body, slipping from around your waist to lay them on the small of your back. His lips are so soft today and you find it incredibly hard to pull away from him but you do before things go any further.

You reluctantly pull your lips away from Tae’s and he eagerly chases after you, always wanting more.

“Slow down tiger,” You say jokingly as you put your hands on his chest to prevent him from getting another kiss out of you.

“I’ve missed you.” He confesses and you can’t wipe the stupid grin off your face… “Tae, we literally saw each other two days ago.” You remind him and he scoffs. “Why can’t you just say it back… You’re turning into Hyung.” He tells you, his tone bitter. You laugh, instantly knowing exactly which Hyung he’s talking about. “Leave Yoongs out of this.” You say, poking his chest playfully. “Speaking of Yoongs…. Where is he?” You say, looking around at what seems to be an empty dorm. “Where is everyone and why is it so quiet in here?” You ask curiously.

Upon hearing your questions, a mischievous smirk graces face.

“What?” You ask, suddenly suspicious.

“Come, I wanna show you something.” Tae removes his arms from around your waist to grab hold of your hand.

“Show me what?”

“It’s a surprise.”

Hearing those three words cause a irritable groan to escape your lips. You hate surprises, really hate them…

You start to have flashbacks of the amount of times you’ve voiced your distaste for surprises and it had to be over twenty… Taehyung should know better. “Tae, did you forget that I don’t like surprises...” You remind him. “C’mon, stop being difficult,” He begins tugging you towards the front door but you are resisting. “And close your eyes.” He instructs you. “Oh God, no.” You pout, stomping your foot like a child. “I don’t wanna go.” You whine.

“Hey, stopping being a brat.” He says, sounding somewhat annoyed with you… “Just close your eyes.” He adds. ”You close your eyes...” You mumble under breath… Tae hears you and laugh at your immature comeback.

“If I close my eyes we’re both screwed, don’t you trust me?”

“With my life.”

“Okay then, close your eyes. I’m not leading you into danger... I promise.”

You scrunch your face up in discomfort… “That doesn’t make me feel any better flex but okay.” Your remark once again causes more laughter to erupt from Tae. “What am I gonna do with you?” He mumbles more to himself but you still hear him, you’re too worried about where he’s taking you to comment.

After a few seconds of hesitating, you finally close your eyes. “Ready?” You can feel Tae looking at you so you nod your head in response. “No peaking.” He warns you as he start moving again with your hand locked in his. Your free hand moves around in front of you… You use it to prevent yourself from running into anything. As you start to follow Tae further into the unknown, holding on to him for dare life, you take a chance and pry your left eye open. Just as you do, he turn around to check on you. “Hey!” He exclaims and you close your eye just as quickly as you opened it but it’s too late… You’ve already been caught.

“I said no peaking.”

“I didn’t see anything and we’ve barely moved an inch,”

Tae sighs before letting go of your hand. “Wait here.” He says, before jogging down the hallway. “Where are you going?” You call after him and get no response in return. You roll eyes and wait, anxiously shifting side to side.

It takes him all of five minutes to finally make his way back down the hall to you. You raise a curious brow at him when you realize there is something in his hand. He holds the item up, letting you get a better look at it. “A tie?” You question, looking at the funky patterned accessory dangling from his hand. “I couldn’t find a mask or scarf… This will have to do.” Taehyung walks around you. “What are you doing?” You ask frantically. “Blind folding you idiot, since you can’t follow instructions.” He says nonchalantly. “Hey!” You turn around to hit his chest and he huffs out a breathy laugh at the contact. “I was kidding!” He tells you, before lifting the tie up to place it over your head then in front of your face. “Turn around.” He instructs you and you sigh before obeying his request. You decide not to argue with him anymore… The quicker you put the blind fold on, the quicker you’ll be able to get it off… Hopefully.

Tae securely ties the fabric over your eyes, making sure the large part isn’t covering your nose. “Are you okay?” He asks after stepping to the front of you and you know. “I guess..” You shrug and you can hear him chuckle. “Can you see me?” He questions. You can’t see him but you can feel him moving around in front of you, probably dancing or making weird faces.

“No Tae… Can we hurry up and do this… I wanna take this off.”

“Ok, ok.”

Taehyung finally grabs your hand and starts moving. You decided to grab onto the length of his arm, rather than just his hand. The closer you are to him, the safer you feel… And also if he decides to try and throw you down into a ditch, you’ll be able to pull him down with you with how tightly your holding on to him.

You hear the sound of the front door being unlocked. “We’re going out?” You ask, nervously. “Yes Darling, but not far.” He assures you and your nerves calm down just bit. You know you’ve stepped out of the apartment when the cooler air of the hallway hits your skin. You hear the door of the dorm shut behind you and the beep of the keypad, indicating that it is locked. “Come.” Tae’s deep voice is comforting as he continues to guide you to your destination. You walk for a short period of time before briefly stopping so that Tae can open, what sounds like, another door. “We’re going up the stairs now.” He warns you. His voice is echoing in space you’re in and you body get goose bumps, not only from the chill in the air but also when you think of all the horrible scenarios that could happen while you’re blind folded.

“Y/n?” Tae pulls you out of your own head.

“Hm?” You respond shakily and he laughs. “Why are you being so dramatic?” He questions in amusement. “I’m not.” You protest and you can’t see him but you feel like he might’ve just shook his head at you. “You’ve gotta step up, okay? The first step is right in front of you.” He explains to you and you awkwardly lift your leg up and forward just a bit before putting it back down on the step.

With Tae’s help, you are able to make it up three flights of stairs. You’re tired and out of breath by the end of it. “I’m not in the right shape for this.” You complain and Taehyung chuckles. “You’re shape is perfect.” He says sweetly, the heat that rushes to your cheeks is evident but if Tae noticed, he doesn’t say anything.

“Are we here?”

“Yes.”

“Can I take the blind fold off?”

“Not yet.”

You can feel Taehyung shifting around you for a bit, then you hear another door being open and another b rush of cool air slaps you in the face… “Ooo.” You say wrapping your arms around yourself. It’s not freezing cold but it’s the start of September and the weather is starting to change from summer to fall so it’s a little chilly.

Taehyung puts his hands on your shoulders and nudges you throw the door way. The rest of you boyfriends are watching you amusingly as you put your hands in front of you in attempt to feel out your surroundings.

Jungkook is trying his hardest not to laugh out loud at how ridiculous you look flailing your arms about. Yoongi takes a little break from grilling the meat in front of him to glance at you and a fond smile graces his face when he does.

“Is someone cooking beef?” You say out loud. Jimin and Namjoon’s eyes widen when pick up on the smell so easily. “It smells like a barbecue.” You admit and you can hear what you thought was muffled laughing in the distance but you’re not sure… You know it isn’t Taehyung because he’s right beside you. “Ok, I’m gonna take the blind fold off but you’ve gotta keep your eyes closed until I say…” He says. “Okay.” You respond, happy to just be able to get the fabric from over your eyes.

Tae stands behind you and begins untying the blind fold. He is looking at his members with a knowing smirk as he does so. “Keep your eyes closed.” He says, as the blind fold falls from over you eyes.

“Okay, ready?” Tae questions and you nod your head. “Open your eyes,” He whispers in your ear and you do immediately

“Oh my god.” You gasps, placing your hand over your mouth in awe.

“Surprise!” All seven of your boyfriends shout in unison. Before you know it, your eyes are beginning to pool with tears.

The sight in front of you isn’t what you were expecting.

You are on the rooftop of the boys dorms, it is completely decked out with fairy lights and streamers. There’s a wooden bench off to the side with an array of foods displayed. There a cute little tent made of sheets and filled with what looks like the softest and fluffiest pillows and blankets, right across from a huge portable projection screen.

There is a Disney movie already cue up… You’re not sure which on it is but, the blue screen with the infamous white castle is ever present.

“Are you crying?” Taehyung suddenly asks, as he leans down to match your height so he can get a better look at your face. “No..” You lie, trying to subtly wipe away yours tears. “Aw~ My baby,” Jimin coos before he jogs over to you. He wraps his arms around you, engulfing you in a big bear hug and you sniffle, before hugging him back. “Please, don’t cry Princess... Our hearts will break if you cry.” Jin pouts as he shuffles over to both you and Jimin, wrapping his arms around the both of you for a mini group hug. “Me too!” Jungkook shouts as he runs over to the three of you. He tries his best to wrap his arms around all of you, snuggling close to Jin first and resting his head on the older male’s back.

“I-I c-can’t believe y-you guys did t-this…” You’re a stuttering mess and it doesn’t help that your words come out extremely muffled because of all the bodies smothering your own. Jimin laughs because he isn’t able to hear exactly what you said but the shakiness of your voice is adorable. “What was that Baby?” He asks, moving back a little to give you room to speak but his arms are still securely around you.

“Ok, I don’t think she can breathe… You all have to give her room.” Namjoon is amused at the display of affection in front of him. Jimin, Jungkook and Jin back away from you, giving you breathing space and when you finally look up to greet them, your eyes are puffy and red and your nose is slightly snotty. “Aww.” You can hear Hoseok say from across the room. He had been busy fixing one of the fairy lights and hadn’t gotten a chance to see you properly. Now, here you are, a snotty nose mess in front of him and all it makes him want to do is hold you close in his arms until you’re done crying.

“I can’t believe you guys did this…” You repeat yourself, this time a little more clearly. “We felt really bad about missing movie night,” Taehyung, who has now made himself comfortable in the pile of pillows and blankets at the side of you, confesses. “But I told you it was okay.” You say, voice still trembling.

“Yes, we know thats what you said…” Hoseok starts. “But it wasn’t how you felt.” He adds.

“Yeah, we’re really sorry Princess.” Jin chimes in. “We know you were really looking forward to that night and we hate that we disappointed you by missing it.” He continues. You smile and grab his hand. You can see the guilt in his eyes, but you don’t want him to feel that way. “But all of this?” You say, looking around. “Not that I don’t love all of this but, isn’t it too much?” You ask shyly and by ‘too much’, you mean ‘too much for little ole you’…

“It’s not enough!” Jimin exclaims and the rest of the boys chuckle. “This was all Jimin and Taehyung’s idea.” Namjoon admits. “Yeah and you know they don’t do anything half assed.” Yoongi adds as he takes the last few pieces off meat off grill to put them on a plate. You nod your head in agreement. “Thank you guys for this… It’s perfect.” You say truthfully. You’re sure the boys can hear in your words, how moved you are. Your chest feels like it could explode at any minute. “Anything for you Angel.” Hoseok is staring at you like you’re his whole world and it only makes your heart flutter more. “Let’s eat kids before the food gets cold… Then we can watch the movie.” Yoongi suggests as he takes a seat on the bench. The rest of you follow suit, gathering at the table. “What movie is it?” You ask after sitting down in between Namjoon and Jin. “Astro cats or something like that…” Yoongi shrugs his shoulder and you laugh knowingly. “Its Aristocats and excellent choice.” You tell him excitedly before digging into the food like the rest of the boys.

This is way better than the movie night you had planned and you can’t believe the lengths these men will go to make sure you’re okay. You almost feel like you don’t deserve it but you would never say that thought out loud as you know they’d scold you for even thinking it.

Just like always, you are feeling extremely blessed to be loved by such caring and considerate men and you are convinced that you are indeed, the luckiest woman in the world to have all seven of them by your side.

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immortalbarnes · 5 years ago

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A Cabin For Two | Chapter 1: Here Comes the Sun

Bucky Barnes x Reader

summary: you and Bucky live another day in paradise and visit an old friend

warnings: just a little angst... and some internalized anger towards Steve Rogers

A/N: mainly a setup chapter, also this is my way of letting out pent out emotions towards the writers of endgame’s decision of sending Steve back in time

prologue

A normal day in the cabin consisted of semi-early mornings with something sizzling on the stove and the strong fragrance of coffee wafting through the dewy morning air. To the normal person, life in the middle-of-nowhere-New-York seems isolating and boring, but for two ex-hydra elite super soldiers, there is nothing better.

As Bucky brews a fresh batch of dark roasted perfection, you flip the finale of the stack of pancakes he suggested to make in bed some time earlier, and there is comfortable silence between the two of you, as you hear the coffee maker sing and feel your pristine white cat, Alpine, rub against your ankles.

Bucky comes up behind you and wraps his built arms around your waist, humming a Sinatra song you both originally missed out on in the 50’s. You smile, tossing the final silver dollar pancakes onto the tray to your right. He slips back away from you in time to turn off the stove and turn to see him now reaching out for you to dance with him as he begins to sing the words of a totally different song, probably from an entirely different era. (70 years of music is hard to catch up on)

“Here comes the sun…” He quietly sings to you as you step into his embrace, “And I say… It’s all right.” He serenades you, off key as his voice is still sleepy and gravelly, as you slow dance in the kitchen, Alpine circling you two.

“That’s not what you were humming earlier.” You contentedly point out.

“Forgot the words to that one,” He replies and continues singing The Beatles song.

“Doo-dun-doo-doo”

After he slowly closes out the tune, you gather your pancakes, syrup, coffee (of course), and some assorted fruits, and go out to the front porch. Out there, a small picnic table on your porch basks in the rising morning sun. You splay out your food and utensils, sit, and merrily eat, listening to birds chirp and watching bunnies scurry back to their homes. Bucky’s eyes are shining as he watches the sun slowly rise. Neither of you know what time it is, your best guess is 7 or 8, but it doesn’t matter. There’s no missions to be sent out on, no reports to file, and no one ordering you where to be. It’s you, Bucky, and mother nature, and you couldn’t ask for anything more.

“Y/N?” Bucky asks after a while, snapping you out of your content haze. His voice is quiet and soft, as if he intended to not startle you.

“Yes?”

“What should we do today?” You knew he was going to ask this question, for he asks it everyday. Somedays you go fishing or hunting, others you curl up by the fireplace and read to each other, and others you go on hikes, but no matter what the answer turns out to be, it’s the perfect answer.

“I don’t know, my love, is there anything you want to do today?”

“Can we visit Steve today? It’s been a while since…” He begins to attempt to justify, but you don’t need to hear it. Nothing broke your heart more than when Bucky found out Steve went back to the 40’s. You loved Steve, for he was everything to Bucky, and you do your best to be everything for him.

“Of course. Do you want to pick wildflowers to bring him? I want some for a centerpiece in our dining room too.” You offer, knowing that bringing Steve small gifts, like pies or paintings, helps Bucky know he’s doing everything he can for his best pal. Part of it hurts to see it, for it angers you that he would leave you two, that he would leave Bucky helpless and alone in a new world far from the one you knew.

…

It’s a short walk to a hill behind your cabin that’s draped in flowers. Having a lot of time on your hands, you began studying the natural floral of the state. Your personal favorite was the Trientalis borealis, or starflower, for it reminds you of the star on Bucky’s old arm, the one you used as a symbol for hope in your days with hydra. Waking up from cryo, you always searched for that deep red star, so you could know your soldier was there with you. Bucky loves Claytonia caroliniana, the spring beauties, only because he loved putting them in your hair. He claimed that the pale pink complimented your y/h/c strands perfectly.

Bucky picked some trout lilies, their petals a vibrant yellow, and you added some white wood aster to go with them. After adding some other plants you’re yet to learn about, you march back to your cabin and tie off the bouquet with some twine before getting into Bucky’s silver Jeep and heading to the city.

…

Steve’s eyes light up when he sees you and Bucky walk through the door, just like how Bucky’s light looking at the morning sun. Supposedly, there’s not much for America’s Golden Boy at Sunny Acres Nursing Home, so maybe Bucky is his sun.

“Bucky! Y/N!” Steve weakly greets the two of you as you walk in. Bucky is like a child, smiling at his wrinkled best friend, holding the small bouquet behind his back. He happily skips to the right side of the bed Steve is currently in, grinning ear to ear.

“We brought you these,” Bucky says as he presents Steve with the twine bound wildflowers you had picked this morning, “I hope you like them, we picked trout lilies this time to brighten up your room.”

“Geez, punk, don’t go soft on me now,” Steve jokes, “I love them.” With those simple words, Bucky beams. He can’t bear to think about how he was no longer there for Steve during his years on ice, so he tries everything to make it up to him during his final years.

“Jerk.” Bucky mumbles.

“Hey, Buck, y’all catch up. I’ll put the flowers in a vase.” You pitch in, taking the flowers to the small kitchenette on the other side of the room. Replacing the last bouquet you brought him now dried out and wilting, you find a nurse there preparing a meal. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t see you there!” You politely greet her, “My names Y/N.”

“Oh, I know, if it wasn’t for the news stories, it would be from Steve constantly talking about you and Mr. Barnes,” she says, “My name is Helen. I’m Mr. Roger’s primary caregiver.”

“Thank you for all you do for our friend. You said he talks about us a lot?” You inquire.

“Oh, all the time. He’s told me so many stories of the Avengers, and of course of him and Mr. Barnes from before World War II. His stories are incredible!” Her smile is genuine as he continues the soup for Steve, “You know, as much as some of the other heroes try to come and visit him, nothing compares to how happy he is after Bucky visits. It’s really incredible how close they are.”

“Yes… It is.” You can’t help but feel a ting in your stomach when she said that. A small part of you will never forgive Steve for leaving Bucky, but you gotta get over it at some point.

Suddenly, you hear Steve erupt in a wheezy laughter at something Bucky says. Interested, you lean against the frame of the kitchen’s entrance to get a better ear to what they’re saying.

“...and Sam couldn’t stop laughing! It was one of the craziest things Alpine has ever done. Maybe I should bring him here! He’s quite the cuddler.” Bucky finished a story about your beloved cat, and you smile at the two super soldiers talking as if nothing ever happened.

“‘Scuse me,” Helen squeezes past you through the door, soup in hand, “Here’s your lunch, Mr. Rogers.”

“Helen, dear, please call me Steve.” Steve chuckles, “So how is Sam? He was here a couple of weeks ago. Is he still working with the shield?”

“He is. Sometimes he comes over, so I can help him get used to it. I guess it’s not as easy for someone without the serum.” Sam resided in a cabin not too far from yours, and he came over a good amount. If there was anyone who came close to filling the whole Steve left in Bucky, it was The Falcon himself.

“That’s good. The three of you should come up together sometime… with Alpine too!” Steve says, his attention then shifts to you across the room, “How are you, Y/N? Keeping Bucky busy I hope.”

“Oh definitely!” You laugh, striding to his bed, “‘few days ago, we shot a buck early in the morning. My guess was a good 160 pounds. We cooked it and invited Sam over for ribs that night! Had enough leftovers for two days.”

“Didn’t know deer-pot-pie was a thing until she figured out how to make it!” Bucky added, pulling you in by the waist and kissing the top of your forehead. You can’t help but glance down at the portrait of Peggy on his bedside table; right next to a picture of him and Bucky from the war.

The three of you converse for hours, and before you know it, Helen is bringing Steve his dinner. She politely points out that visiting hours are almost over, but that you’re welcome back anytime. You bid farewell to Steve and return to your vehicle for the drive back home.

“Buck?” You timidly say in the car, “Do you ever wish you went back to the 40’s with him?”

He thinks for a while, until he finally speaks, “I don’t think there was anything for me… besides Steve of course. Now, I have you. As long as I have you, I’m happy in any century.”

You bathe once again the happy silence for the rest of the car ride. How did you get so lucky? You did terrible, unimaginable things during your time under Hydra control, so why did the universe let you have someone so magnificent as James Buchanan Barnes?

…

You’re greeted by Alpine as soon as you step over the threshold of your front door. By the time you got back, the sun had begun to set, so you began to start on dinner. Bucky marinated fish you had gotten at a local farmers market the other day, while you washed vegetables from the garden you had out back for a salad.

The two of you sat together at your mahogany dining table, centered with a bouquet of wildflowers similar to the one you gifted Steve. The two of you made small talk, nothing but plans for the next day and compliments to each other on dinner… Until Bucky suddenly says:

“Y/N?” He began, “You know I love you, right?”

“And I love you.”

“You’re everything I’ll ever need, doll, you’re the hope I had in Hydra, and you’re the life I had after it. Ever since I first laid eyes on you at that war camp, I knew you were the gal for me. You’re my world. Never forget that.”

A tear begins to slide down your face, but you didn’t notice it until Bucky wiped it from your cheek, “Thank you, Bucky, I love you so much.”

The sun leaves you and your lover, ending another perfect day in the middle-of-nowhere-New-York.

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freelance-arc · 5 years ago

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Growth hurts and 2020 is the best year yet.

Sooooo. What’s been happening, yo?

End of January. Damn.

Last year January was about a thousand million years long. My better half bought me a watch to cheer me up. It’s one of my most prized possessions!

But this year is different. It’s hopeful.

Last year I was listening to Ricky Gutierrez and Tim Sykes, trying to learn as many day trading patterns and indicators as I could. I’d uncovered a rich vein of successful people and FREE INFORMATION and I was gonna take EVERY. LAST. DROP.

Those guys are all about trader mindset. So I started listening to Tony Robbins a lot too, for general mindset advice.

Now… Tony. Tony, tony, tony. What a guy. He gets you where you need to go, or at least heading in the right direction. He guides you and gives you tools, but he also cranks up your pain. He cranks up the pain of your present position so much, you can’t bear to stay where you are any longer. You HAVE to make the change!

Which is great, if you’re able to make a swift change in your lifestyle. If you have savings to fall back on, Skills that are immediately marketable, and the means to sell them straight away.

If you don’t have those things like I didn’t, then you have no choice but to keep grinding in the groove that you’re in until you can climb out of it.

You need to work out what you can do, how you can make it profitable, how you can sell it, build a client base, and then generate enough repeat income that you can quit that day job and go it alone. But it takes time to do these, especially when you have to give up the bulk of your every day to someone else’s production and sitting in traffic.

It hurt.

I lost track of how many times I cried. At home, and particularly on the way to work in the morning. Pulling over with tears rolling down my face, having another panic attack.

My pain had been cranked up to a point that I couldn’t bear it any longer. I HAD to get out, but the only thing you can do is remain, and try not to let the pain crush you.

It was hard. So hard. I was a mess.

I wrote a post a while back about how the change is difficult. About the pain of switching yourself from who you are, to who you need to be. It’s not nice. But to climb out of the rut you need to grow strong. And growing strong causes pain and soreness.

You really do give sweat and tears. The blood, sometimes at least, is metaphorical.

Wind on to 2020. Well, I’m a year down the line. The pain was cranked, the mindset has been changed, and I’m now well on the way to my own fleet of private jets!

But seriously, this year feels more positive. MUCH more positive. The light at the end of the tunnel is closer and illuminates SO much more. There’s opportunity everywhere.

The positivity is flowing ladies and gentlemen. I may not have financial abundance yet, but I’m abundant in positivity!

Because there’s so much opportunity, the risk now is spreading myself too thin. Trying to take on too much in too many different areas, and consequently achieving nothing. Bummer.

There’s so much to be done, and nowhere near enough time to do it!

Finding the time can really be a struggle.

Little and often helps. Do a little bit, every day. Before you know it you have infrastructure and assets. Things to step you up to the next level. I’ve been writing and studying. Sometimes just 10 minutes a day, but it adds up. I’m at the point now of having a portfolio of work to show potential clients.

All because I started writing and kept going.

Focused work towards a defined goal creates results.

What’s the point of this though? What’s the takeaway?

So focusing is key. You have to keep doing that thing you do, every day as much as you can. Keep your mind on task and don’t let the distractions creep in.

I tell you what though. It is confusing sometimes trying to maintain an overview of the whole project, as well as being able to concentrate on the small details, like the colours for the brand.

I have discovered the way to do it is to deal with one thing at a time, and get organised. It’s almost too obvious.

Handle things as they come up. Make lists, keep them all in the right place. Hell, it took me an hour this morning before I started writing to sort out my Drive, and put the finished posts, unfinished pieces, ideas and lists into their correct places.

Now that’s been done though, on to the next step. Lesson learned.

Organise.

Once everything’s sorted, keep it that way, it’s so much easier and more productive when you can find THAT THING you need, cos it’s in its place.

As far as my own actions recently go, I’ve been reading Think And Grow Rich. Dan Lok says he read it about 10 times. There’s probably something in that!

It’s a good book so far. I can see why people rave about it. The main takeaway of the book so far is that belief is important. Like, REALLY important. You have to believe, with unstoppable force that YOU WILL BE SUCCESSFUL.

He gives affirmations to do daily to ready you for money and success. Because after all if you aren’t prepared for it you could very easily lose your hard-earned fortune when it comes.

Writing practice is important, especially as a copywriter. I won’t get very far if I can’t write will I? haha! To that end, I’ve been writing daily. Churning it out and making improvements. I think it’s helping, that my writing is improving.

I’ve kept training, although at a reduced level. I had to drop 15Kg off my shoulder press due to this damn injury. I bought a new shoulder brace and have been taking Ibuprofen to ease the pain and any inflammation. I’m itching to get back to speed again, I have to admit.

My Grandmother passed over Christmas, and her Funeral was last week. It was sad, but as I stood there, remembering her I just wanted to make her proud. I knew I have to stay on this path and see it through, to achieve all my dreams. I think she’d be proud of that.

On a lighter note. There’s LOADS of motivational stuff on Insta! It’s so good. I found a page for writers, and it was full of gold. There’s writers, artists, gym peeps and trainers, and of course Garyvee. I’ll share some of my favourites for y’all to check out.

Please dig into your niche and let me know which are the best people and pages to follow!

Slow steady progress has been January, that’s okay though cos Rome wasn’t built in a day. Don’t expect your dreams to be either. This isn’t a get rich quick scheme, this is decisive focused action to take you to your abundance lifestyle.

Build your dreams.

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ofphcenixes · 5 years ago

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( ooc note about why i am the absolute worst ! )

this is such a random note i know, and admittedly i’ve spent the entire day composing this. so if it’s a little disjointed or illogical, i want to apologise in advance ! however i have included this nice gif of luke - it doesn’t have anything to do with the post, just thought it would make it more appealing dkjfgdf. admittedly this is going to be a bit of a Long Boi™, but it is kinda.... relevant if you’ve ever tried to write/plot with me, or are wondering what’s going on with nate. behold, all your answers are below ! i’ll put a tldr at the bottom plus a nifty little vine compilation for anyone that reads this but, please don’t feel pressured to do so ! ya girl is just a Mess dkfjgd.

the first thing i want to address is the elephant in the room; nathaniel ballantyne. i know a lot of people are curious about his fate, his place in the plot drop, why he vanished so much earlier than everyone else. is he actually guilty ? is he a martyr ? is he a red herring ? well, here’s the tea on mr nathaniel ballantyne:

he is on indefinite hiatus.

a lot of people probably wonder why. i will get into the specifics of the why in a little bit (when i said this was a Long Boi i was not kidding lmfao), but basically... he’s a very difficult character to write. i am not a veteran rper, and in all honesty, i can count on my hands the amount of rps i’ve been in. and there are only 5 characters i’ve ever written about and cared enough to remember. one of those is nate. for those of you that know him, he is a strange and eccentric character. entirely up his own ass at times, pretentious as hell. but he, to me, was a character i grew attached to. he was different from people i normally write, and despite how abstract he was, he was.... realistic to me. my deep rooted attachment to him is why it took me so long to see how hard it was for me to write replies with him, to understand the guilt i felt any time i plotted or wrote with him, and the fact he was so mentally taxing it would take five times as much time to write a reply for him than it would any other character. but the sad truth is, even though i only felt guilt related to him, even though i haven’t had muse for him honestly for months now, i kept him. because i love him, even if he isn’t loved by many others. and so part of the reason he is now where he is is the simple fact that i know he didn’t mesh with the group, and that’s okay ! he was a very difficult character to reply to, and now that he is gone, i feel that burden of guilt lifting already.

as for his plot related departure, the truth is i didn’t have the heart to kill him off, hence why he kinda is just out there in a weird in between space dkjfgdf. and ( as i’ll explain below ) if my life ever does even out at any point, i really want to bring him back should there be space for him. so this indefinite hiatus was made for many reasons, and it absolutely broke my heart to have to get to this point. i love nate, and i am going to miss him. and i hope that in due time, i will have the capacity to bring him back soon ! but in case i don’t, i just want everyone to know that i appreciate every second i spent writing with you all on nate, and that the time and effort people poured into him means the world to me. and i’m so, so sorry to the people who are disappointed in me for this, because i know there are probably a few. i have let so many of you down, and honestly this is a burden i am going to carry for a very long time. i am going to message people tomorrow when i am more Coherent so, i promise to do my best to atone for this kgdf.

but to segue into that a little more ( oh look, another elephant in the room ! what is this, dumbo 2: electric boogaloo ), as an admin, i know there are expectations we are supposed to meet. examples we should set. precedents we have to lay down.

and i know i have disappointed every single one of you in this rp.

from my slow ( to non-existent ) dash activity, for the anxiety that has left me unable to reply to dms or reply in the main group chat, to even the fear of godmodding in ask memes on a thursday. i know this seems perfectly illogical to most, and again, i completely understand the disappointment that so many of you feel towards me. and it’s that very disappointment which djkgdf ironically has made it harder for me to get on and be the admin that you all deserve.

the real difficult thing about all of this is, i love veritas. and for those of you who were in veritas 1, would know that this is not who i usually am. this experience is not representative of the person i want to be, nor the rper that i usually present myself as. but as to avoid going into too triggering content and bothering you all with tmi details about my life problems lmfao, please rest assured that these past few months have been. absolutely brutal for me. from almost losing my opa to illness, from ongoing family issues and expectations, being kicked out of home among a list of other shit, my mental health has been as low as gfkdgdf it has ever been in my life tbh, and it’s been the hardest thing in the world to get on. all my attentions with veritas has been in the main, as the main is a very taxing job ( as you know, we are very plot centric ! ) and i would more often than not get so worn out with being an admin, my characters fell by the wayside. not to mention, as sort of dkfgjdf touched on before, i have massive anxiety when it comes to messaging people. why ? i don’t know. especially as i have wanted to plot with all of you extensively and deeply since we opened, and reading every single app made my heart beat a little faster with joy. i am so honoured to be an admin here, and each and every one of you are such an incredible writer and person that i can’t help but feel overwhelmed and guitlty about how much i have let you all down. especially for those who sent me dms that i either forgot about or never replied to because i got so anxious, i feel so guilty every day about it all and i just wish i could go back in time and change it.

and the reality is, if i wasn’t an admin and co-creator of this group, i probably would have dropped out a long time ago, give the space to someone worthy, and i wouldn’t be filled with so much guilt. but the truth is, i am a selfish person dgdgdf. veritas has been that sort of dkfgjdf good, steady thing in my life that i looked forward to, and i couldn’t bear the thought of losing that. each and every one of you create the fabric that is this amazing atmosphere, and even though i’m less seen and heard compared to most others in this group, being part of veritas gives me a sense of belonging. and in a strange sense, a home. yes, i know i was selfish, and yes, i should have handled things much better than i did. but you all need to know from the bottom of my heart how sorry i am for everything that has transpired. ):

but i think the worst part of it all is that, my beautiful co-admin maaria, and my best friend. among letting you all down, i know i have let her down the most. and i just want to take my soapbox moment for a second here and really put light into how much maaria has done for this group. especially when my own life has been in shambles, and knowing she’s going through her own problems, she always provides for you all. she is always here, always online, always around to make you laugh or smile. she provides for all of us, and is honestly a miracle worker. i don’t think i will ever deserve her forgiveness for everything, but i hope she knows how loved she is, and i hope you all show her your sentiments too ! she is the heart of veritas, and fdjg she means the world to me, and i just really want her to know that.

but that was. a lot of emotions and obviously i haven’t talked about everything in my life ( i do not want to bore you and honestly i don’t wanna make y’all sad dkfjghdkfjgdfgdf ) none of this really means anything if things aren’t going to change. so get ready for some Bullet Point Action because here is my proposal:

nEw SkElEtOn: although nate is on hiatus and sorta just gonna, float out there in the void of time, and even though i really want to bring him back soon i don’t know if/when i will, i have felt immense guilt for hoarding his spot in this rp for someone who could be more active. hence, a solution: a new skeleton ! as i am not comfortable with nate’s skeleton being open, we have created a new skeleton with connections to all nate’s old connections, which should hit the main very soon !

new discord: this is probably unnecessary but dfkgjdfg i have a lot of anxiety about discord. when i get a new message i’m always like ??? AAH A GHOST. idk why. and because of that, i skip a message once, and now there are so many unanswered messages i have a heart attack every time i open my app. so, to prevent that, i am going to make a new discord account ! ( lilacrps #i forgot the number lmao ). i will be adding everyone as Friends and if you’ve ever sent me something i never responded to, or for some odd reason you wanna talk to me, a human mess, please know now that with a fresh slate i will ensure i can reply to you. i am not gonna let my anxiety win this time.

schedule: part of my issue is that i dfkjgdf always felt pressure to do everything all the time and then when i couldn’t, i fell under pressure. so dkfgjdf i am now having designated plotting and reply days ! so even though i hope to be far more active in both regards, i just need people to understand things won’t be instant, but i am holding myself accountable not only for myself, but for the rp - as that is what an admin should do.

this got super long and i highly doubt anyone is actually gonna read this lmao BUT. the main point is - i love every single one of you all so much, and i can’t apologise enough for how much i have let you all down. i know we all feel it, and i’m more than happy to accept my flaws and how blatant they’ve been in the past few months. so this is my pledge to every single one of you that i promise to do better (and if i don’t, you can kick me out dkjfgdf).

TLDR: I have been a terrible admin and friend, and I’m here to say sorry. With a new discord and personal plotting schedule, things are going to change.

If I can’t cure my depression, maybe I can cure yours.

#( ooc ; i have the power of god and anime on my side ! )#tw: depression #tw: mental health

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cowboisss · 6 years ago

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Paint It Black - Arthur x Future!Reader Pt. 1/?

A/N Hey y’all! So this is my first RDR2 fic and I know I’m not a good writer but I’ve had this idea in my head since forever and I really had to get it down. I hope you enjoy reading this first part to a longer fic, the total length yet to be figured out haha. Please tell me what you think, I’d love to hear feedback!

“Woah, woah!” Hosea stopped suddenly, his horse rearing back as he tried to calm it. Arthur, slowing down as he saw Hosea stop, carefully trotted up to him to examine what had caused the sudden halt.

“What’s wrong? Somethin’ in the road?” Arthur asked, watching as Hosea jumped off his horse.

“Not something, someone,” Hosea replied. Arthur got off his horse as well, noticing the figure sprawled across the road, face down. His fingers brushed for the guns holstered to his belt, preparing for an attack.

“It’s a woman,” he noted, carefully stepping towards the figure, where Hosea had already knelt down, trying to figure out if she was alive.

She wore strange clothes - jeans, a holster on her thigh, an unusual shirt that Arthur had never seen the likes of before, and shoes that looked nothing like the shoes everyone else wore.

Worst of all, he could see her ankles. Arthur averted his eyes.

He stood several feet away as Hosea brushed aside her hair and checked her pulse, sighing in relief when he found one. “Arthur, come here and help me lift her up, will you?”

Obeying quickly, Arthur made his way to the woman. He never got the chance to help, however, as her eyes suddenly flew open and with a horrendous cough she shot up, causing both men to stumble back in shock.

Your eyes were gorgeous. The way they caught the sun stole away Arthur’s breath, and he couldn’t help but stand in place, speechless.

“Arthur you useless cowboy.” Arthur was startled back into reality as Hosea helped you stand up, glaring at said cowboy. You stood up on shaky legs, leaning against Hosea for support.

Arthur cleared his throat, trying to focus on being helpful. “Are you okay, ma’am?” He asked, eyebrows furrowing with concern. You took a deep breath.

“I think so.” Your eyes lifted up to meet his, before roaming around looking at your environment. “What year is it?” Arthur glanced at Hosea in confusion, then back at you.

“It’s 1899...” You immediately relaxed at Arthur’s words, sighing in relief.

“It worked, hallelujah it worked.” Trying to stand on your own was a failure, and you would have collapsed had Hosea not caught you. “I guess I’m not as okay as I thought. Must’ve hurt my foot in the getaway...” You murmured, as you tested your foot. Broken, most likely.

Hosea looked to Arthur, before asking, “What’s your name, ma’am?” You told him. “Where are you from? Do you have any family around you can go to?”

Your eyes saddened as you looked at your wrist, and for the first time Arthur noticed an odd piece of jewelry hanging from it. It was what appeared to be a golden bracelet, but one that twisted in weird ways and shone with a weird blue glow if the sunlight hit it just right. It would have been beautiful, if Arthur could figure out what it was.

“Well... not really. I... it’s a long story...”

Before he could stop himself, Arthur’s mouth ran away from him. “You could come back to our camp. Get yer bearings, rest up, figure out what to do,” he offered.

Hosea shot him a look but otherwise offered no objections. A few moments of thoughtful silence passed before you shook your head, smiling weakly.

“Thank you. I guess I don’t really have a choice anyways,” you joked, turning to look at your foot. “And it might be helpful to know your names too.”

Arthur smiled, offering his shoulder to lean on as he led you to his horse. “Arthur Morgan. And that old man is Hosea Matthews.” Hosea nodded his head towards you in acknowledgment.

“Well, I’m glad I met you, Arthur and Hosea.”

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #arthur morgan #hosea matthews #arthur x reader #arthur morgan x reader #time travel #writing #fanfiction #rdr2 fanfic

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pandoraspocksao3 · 6 years ago

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What Are You Reading This Week? 10/13/2018

I am a fanfic hoarder, so I’m not going to list every one of the 240+ fics I’ve subscribed to and/or bookmarked. What I will do is list some of the ones I haven’t mentioned that are new or that are updating. There is so much good stuff out there! I can’t begin to list it all, and I’m still finding new ones I want to get to later all the time. I’m going straight down my History list to put these up.

Here are but a few of what’s on my radar right now:

ALTERNATE UNIVERSE (AU):

The Haves and The Have Nots by MissHarper on AO3. (She is @thedarkside-and-thelight here on Tumblr.)

College AU where Rich Boy Ben is a tutor for Poor Girl Rey.

Crisp, clever, funny dialogue and plenty of sexual tension between Ben and Rey, slow burn

Tutoring is over literature and Greek/Roman mythology - bonus!

Demons Possession by DragonWhiskers ( @belovedunderwing on Tumblr).

Demon Kylo Ren for some steamy action served Gothic Reylo style (and perfect for October! This updates tomorrow - I mean today - I think I need to finish doing the beta! (Love her work)

Don’t Feed the Bears by @riaria84

One of the funniest AUs I’ve come across, and I’m learning how to be an honorary Canadian because the setting is so immersive! Hockey figures in, and Rey and Ben are Canadian Mounties. Rey’s brother doesn’t know she’s dating Ben. I laugh my ass off every time I read the latest!

RIA IS GETTING MARRIED TODAY!!!! (10/13/2018) If you know her or read her fics, send her some well wishes and love today!

Dystopia by @cosmo-gonika

Steampunk AU in which a lethal killing machine android (think Terminator) with no feelings encounters Agent R (Rey) who is trailing him. Then, quote directly from summary, “ Their meeting and cat-and-mouse game will unveil mysterious, dark secrets from the past.” Two chapters up on this one, but she’s updating once a week.

Accelerant by @3todream3

Firefighter Ben is severely injured in a heroic rescue mission right off the bat, and in hospital recovery meets Nurse Rey. Eagerly awaiting next installment! *I’ve also mentioned her other AU fic, The Lady and the Monster before, which is very good as well.

The Orchard by @lilia-ula

Vampire AU! This is a short 2-chapter fic, but that makes it a wonderful afternoon read or bedtime read.

Lilia is really gifted with verse; it’s almost more of a prose/poetry at times.

But this story is SMUT/EROTICA and for 18+. This is a “bedtime story.” I’m not ashamed; I like my smut reads! I can’t write smut to save my life, but it doesn’t mean I don’t like a spicy read occasionally!

And if you love that writing style, please click on her profile or subscribe to her user name and check out her other works. Especially This Way Lies Ruin, my favorite of hers.

Meet Me In the Middle And We’ll Find Our Way Home by @geekmystic

So fun! So good! I really love how Ben Solo is written in this one, and Leia!! his mom is saucy - so much like Carrie!

Rey’s car breaks down in a small town and Ben is a mechanic with low self-esteem. I’m now up to the part where they are going to Finn/Poe’s wedding, I think.

Fast pace and funny, but kinda tugs at the “feels” too, which is a nifty trick to pull off. Subscribe!!!

The Curious Tale of Vader and Millicent by @Saturninefeline

This is the story of Ben’s cat, Vader, and Hux’s cat, Millicent. Need I say more?

Kylo and Hux have this snarky at-odds co-worker relationship (set in Star Wars Universe - not sure if it should be in that category)

FUNNY!

The Desert Rose by @lastmouseleft

A favorite author of mine, this story may or may not be your cup of tea - please READ THE TAGS first.

My draw to this is the Jinns...I don’t want to get her background wrong, but Mouse is well traveled and her tales are like something out of Arabian Nights...but this one has a lot of #nsfw in it and Rey is in a harem - haven’t got that far, but she doesn’t use them for gratuitous scenes. 18+ ONLY - please don’t read a story that might make you uncomfortable if you are younger. I try to include a bit of everything for everyone, and I know I have some younger readers - would advise you guys not to read it.

Music to My Ears by Amybee

Completed story (38 chapters)

Classical music - highly rec’d y @nancylovesreylo

First chapter was great - amazing writing style. I think it’s probably pretty fantastic, but haven’t have the time to read it and find out. I trust Nancy though.

Creatures of Darkness by @bunilicious

A “Sleepy Hollow” AU, on my “to read” list!

Bitter As Coffee, As Sweet As Sunshine by @pacificwanderer

Coffeeshop Au by a truly talented writer

Setting is Seattle

Fluff and humor

Reylo for the Soul!

STAR WARS UNIVERSE:

Hypothermia by @lucidlucy

Sex on a cracker. (No, not literally). Major guilty pleasure read with very long chapters, but she just updated the fourth recently. Great (ahem) bedtime reading!

Unbidden by @perrydowning

I know, DUH - very popular author, but for good reason. I mention this one because she’s settled now and updating regularly, and Unbidden is getting ready to wrap up, so it’s a good time to start if you haven’t and a good time to tune in if you want to read along with everyone else to the end!

Songs of Innocence, Songs of Wisdom by @cosmo-gonika

Her brief break to finish up that pesky PhD thesis is over and she’s back and writing Songs again with a vengeance, so rejoice! This powerful fic uses great original characters as well. Very sexy as well as great action sequences. Reylo hot, but also Reylo tender with “all the feels.”

Landscape with a Blur of Conquerors by Diasterisms @kylorenvevo

You’re probably reading it, too! If you aren’t, it lives up to the hype and has mystery, world building, enemies to lovers to arranged marriage to angst and humor - well, read for yourselves!

Glory’s Fray by @avidvampirehunter

Gladiator Kylo Ren - oh, I want to get back to this one and am sooooo busy this weekend! But the mystery and action of the first couple chapters I read was enough to hook me!

It’s popular, but again, it deserves the kudos. Very well written from my limited start on it.

I have TONS more I’m reading or have read that I could add, but this is long enough as it is! You can always PM me if you are looking for a specific topic and if I know of a story that fits, I’ll tell you.

My own fics aren’t listed here and I don’t read my own stories for fun, but if you want to check them out, you can see what I’ve written here.

But I admit I don’t hold a candle to the ones listed here! I just try to improve for myself and not to compete with others. Writing is fun, but so is reading!

Further recs on stories if you want them can be found @thereylowritingden, and @nancylovesreylo reads a ton and relogs updates on her blog, so it’s a great place to see what’s just updated, and she gives great reading suggestions. And there is @reylofic and probably some others, and don’t forget just to search in the search bar on Tumblr using reylo fanfiction or Reylo fanfic.

Okay, that was long - for all y’all bugging me to do another list, here it is! I don’t think I’ll have a Halloween rec list up, but someone will, I’m sure.

Feel free to reblog the post and add on fictions YOU feel would be good reads.

Thanks for taking the time to read all this if you in fact read this far! Isn’t it wonderful we have such a talented fandom with so many topics and writing styles to entertain us!

Have a great weekend, everyone! I MAY update The Hypnotist this weekend, but we’ll see how it goes. Yikes, I need sleep!!!!

Happy Reading!

`Pandora

#reylo #reylo fanfic #reylo fanfiction #pandora's picks #pandora spocks #pandoraspocksao3 #ao3 updates

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elshopper · 7 years ago

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til sunbeams find you...

happy valentines day, pals!!! anyway i wrote this last night at 2 am so here it is

read on ao3 here

On February 1st, when the halls of Hawkins Middle were suddenly adorned with pink and red metallic hearts and streamers, Mike got an idea.

The bulletin board across from the cafeteria that the student council was putting the finishing touches on reminded him of how much he always hated Valentine’s Day. All the girls started to get all weird about it the second they all grew out of passing out valentines to their entire class. Everything was heart shaped and there were balloons everywhere. He hated it all.

But he hated it most of all last year, because… well… because he had bought one of those stupid candy grams. When the student council member he bought it from insisted on sending it instead of just giving it to him, he had used a few choice words that resulted in a write up slip and a stint in detention that afternoon. When he biked home around 4:30, he settled for plucking one of the roses out of the bouquet in Nancy’s room when she wasn’t around. Not that it even mattered… but that was all behind him now.

He spent the first two weeks of the month trying to figure out what all of El’s favorite things were. Because his grand idea was to get her as many of them as he could. So, when he was with her for the three afternoons out of the week he spent on Hopper’s couch doing his homework, he did some research. He knew she liked Eggos (duh), but that was the obvious, predictable move. He wanted to be creative.

He noticed how attentively she watched her shows, her gaze unmoving from the TV. He noticed the stuffed bear that sat with her on the couch. He noticed her humming along to the soda ad that came on every commercial break. He noticed the slight sad twinge in her eye when he had to go home for dinner when his watch read 5:30. He noticed a lot of things, maybe even more than normal. But nothing stuck out to him.

By the day of, he was scrambling. He couldn’t pay attention in class. tapping his pencil on his paper while his mind whirred at top speed. Flowers were too damn expensive. The shelf that was full of candy at the grocery store yesterday was empty this morning. He debated on just buying one of those stupid candy grams again, but when he walked near the table, the student council kids eyed him suspiciously. He had nothing. He paced around in his basement after school - on the verge of admitting defeat and asking Nancy for help, of all people - when he saw them. Old, dusty, vinyl records and 45s that his mom used to play when she did housework.

He grabbed the crate, and as he was thumbing through them, he remembered that he always like when she would turn them on. Glenn Miller, some Ella Fitzgerald, Elvis, Frank Sinatra, even a newer looking Four Seasons record. Sure, they were old and sappy, but they reminded him of his mom. And being happy and carefree. He couldn’t remember the last time she had actually put this stuff on, it was definitely way before Holly was around. But he missed it. It was pretty music. Pretty, like…

Without thinking twice, Mike grabbed an armful of the records and dashed out the basement door. His mom wouldn’t even notice they were gone. El would use them a lot more, he thought. Cooped up in that stuffy cabin. Maybe it would give her something to sing along to when she was alone, the way she kept humming to that soda ad.

About 30 minutes later, when he skidded to a stop and attempted to slow his breath in front of Hopper’s cabin, he noticed his truck was gone, which was weird. It was after dark, he should be home… but Mike wasn’t planning on being any trouble, like usual. He just wanted to drop these off so El could have pretty songs to hum along to when she felt like it.

He flew up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He knocked on the door once, and didn’t hear a response. He knocked again, louder this time, and then he remembered the code she had taught him a couple of months ago. Once he knocked in code, he heard the locks all click open at once and El stood in front of him wearing a worn old sweatshirt and some pajama pants. Her brow was furrowed, but once she realized it was him, her eyes lit up. She looked pleasantly surprised to see him, because he normally came on different days at a different time. She looked like she’d just rolled out of bed, her hair sticking out in every direction. It would take him a while before he told her he thought her hair was incredibly cute that way.

“Did I wake you up?”

“Yeah,” she answered, “I got bored, and… what are you doing here? It’s Thursday,” she reminded him.

“Well, today is actually Valentine’s Day,”

“I know,”

“And I wanted to get you something,”

She looked perplexed, eying the stack of records in his hands, and moved out of his way so he could step inside. He kept talking.

“Except I don’t have a lot of money and I didn’t know what to get you, especially since you aren’t at school with us yet. So, I was looking around in my basement…” you’re rambling… “and I found these. they’re my mom’s - or they used to be. It’s old music…” geez, you’re doing an excellent job of making this sound like the lamest gift ever given… “but not in a bad way! My mom, she used to play these while she cooked and they’re really pretty and when I was thinking about how she used to sing them and dance around the kitchen, I thought you might like to have them.”

He took a breath after what felt like one of the world’s longest run on sentences, but El didn’t seem to mind. Somehow, she knew he still had more to say, and her expression softened and she nodded for him to keep going.

“I thought you might like something better to hum along to that those irritating soda ads,”

She smiled and stifled a laugh. Good sign.

“Or, you know, whatever weird stuff Hop keeps over there,” he said, gesturing over to the record player that sat by the window.

She laughed at that one. Really laughed.

“Thank you,” she smiled, taking the records from his hands and starting to shuffle through them. “You didn’t need to get me anything,”

“I know that, and I know it’s not the type of stuff the characters on your shows get for Valentine’s Day, but -”

She turned back to him abruptly, and planted a soft kiss on his left cheek.

“Thank you,” she repeated, slower this time. “Now, tell me which one is your favorite.”

“Uh…” he stalled, he really didn’t know.

“Which one am I playing first?”

When Hopper came through the door 30 minutes later, his brow furrowed upon finding Mike’s bike abandoned by the porch, he found them in the kitchen. Mike was digging through a drawer looking for spoons, and El was half inside the freezer searching for the ice cream. He had half a mind to scold them, El knew she wasn’t supposed to have any friends over when he wasn’t there. And ice cream before dinner was definitely a conversation they had had before, on several occasions actually. But he noticed the record that was on, and decided to hold off. He was going to let it slide, just this one time.

“Hey,” he said in a sing-song tone, letting them know he was in the room and that El had left the door unlocked. Mike jumped, but El continued on digging for the ice cream, humming alone to the song coming from the record player.

Sweet dreams ‘til sunbeams find you…

“This is an old one…” he prodded. He know he didn’t own that one. He stepped over to the pile of records sitting on the kitchen table, running his fingers over them. “Where did you get these?”

Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you…

“Mike gave them to me,” she answered, putting two bowls on the kitchen table, and holding a third. Mike still sat back, wide eyed, looking like a dog who knew they did something wrong.

“Do you want some?” she asked.

“You probably shouldn’t be eating that,” Hopper answered, and her face faded into an irritated eye roll - a recent development in her always expanding bank of expressions. But when he pulled a box of chocolates out from behind his back, her face lit up. “Because if you do, who am I gonna get to finish these off with me?”

But in your dreams, whatever they be…

And so they sat. El, Mike, and Hopper around the dinner table. All exchanging stories of their days and guessing what type of filling the next chocolate was going to have. When Hopper offered to drive Mike back to his house, he let El ride along with them - just this once. And he pretended not to notice when Mike kissed her on the cheek and whispered “Happy Valentine’s Day,” while slipping out of the car. When they got back home, El was immediately drawn back to the record player.

“This one’s my favorite, I think,” she said, setting the needle down, and then wandering into her room, humming the tune the whole way.

Dream a little dream of me…

please don’t ask me how that got to be over 1k… because i don’t have an answer. this is what happens when i listen to sappy music.

thank you to @partwayhappy for tagging me in this post and getting me to listen to la vie en rose at 1 am, causing me to slide down a slippery slope because this was the result <3

and if you don’t mind, i’m gonna tag some writers that inspire my mileven sappiness on the reg : @strange-thangs @serendipitous-rambles @hannahberrie @themikewheelers @janeswheeler bless y’all

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hello people from old and new! naomi is back in action with her son jerome. i’ve been stuck in my sisters house for the last weeks of my absence because she went on vacation and i had to take care of a sick rabbit who peed everywhere. i might have a disease now at the amount he bit me but what can you do. im joking. you might ask “but naomi doesnt your sister have wifi” yes she do but i’m an anxious wreck so spending my days on a first floor apartment with my sister on the other side of the world w an infected foot had me fucke d upppp boiii but now i’m back in my own home and my sister + her boyfriend are safely home!! foot all fine!! and everyone is calm again!! so!! i can return with a good heart. i’ll be sliding in the dms of the people who bear emoticon’ed me 600 years ago and bc i suck w introducing myself to new people i’ll just hi!!!!! i think when i wake up i’m gonna do a “bio reading” marathon as i write bc i need to appreciate. also shit i need more threads wow i suck might see me replying to some open starters and def need to get back to plotting bc there are some people i’ve been dying to thread with ;^;

its like 6am now so i might b heading 2 bed now but under the cut there will be a reintroduction to jerome (one i promised in januari i believe) as im rewriting his bio (no major things change really its just minor things nd its time for an upgrade) so yes! hello (ims will come tomorrow as well ;3;)

also fact. mullet daddy jaebum is jerome rn dont drag him dont @ him its gone before you know it. probs after idolized its a look tho wow i love- a chic farmer (... the short bangs are tragic tho jerome honey i kno u liked them on wren but ur not wren. jerome: but i- me: no. this this not this jerome: :( ok fine me: fuego

anyway before i pass out here is reintroduction. the triggers are; adoption, racism themes??? like yeah ok!! apologize if this is shit. hope everyone is having a good day though you all are great!

Jerome Gauthier aka Yuddy

-Anti idol

-Has an okay reputation but that’s because he’s smart about things.

-BC eyeing him tho *eyes fake friends with good reputation for him to hang out with* (hmu for fake friend plots. funny the person w the best rep of all actually likes jerome. bless jisoos christ. guess that praying on knees worked out in the end huh jerome. /dont/ sainthood is waiting)

-Talented™. (ask him to write songs for you) (Actually have a few songs in my library i want him to write but not sing so *eyes*)

-Passionate as fuck don’t mess with him in the studio (passionate all over tbh)

-Adopted and in search of his bloodlines

-Hoe but not really

-Actually, scrap that. Nicknames him JerHOEme

-Is actually lovely

-But acts like a shit

-Slips up and is soft to people sometimes before being a complete and utter asshole the next second

-bc soft jerome whOMST i only know deMON

-Suave Fuckboy who’s nonchalant about everything

-French™

-Will call you baby at some point in your life

-Signature smirk

-Egotistic???? Narcissistic??? a lil bit don’t stroke his ego

-Secretive™. not much info on his time in france

-Secretly a dad without children (except for his actual biological son insoo aka chorizo sausage who he goes to play ball with- i mean work on songs in the studio. seriously catch him picking up his son from soccer practice i mean shit no i mean- ok insoo is really his son dont fight me on this.)

-And also has a daughter an Oriental shorthair cat called Edith who he is so soft with he kicks out girls to cuddle with her. (one meow and he’s home)

- we support WISH hating jerome in this household. please people who have girls in WISH dont let them like him (or be a rebel and go against the mothers wishes but you’ve been warned)

-Dont let him get in your pants too like ask wren you dont want that (or i mean with the list of kinks i peeped maybe idk who am i to say what your muse wants or does not want idk im just protecting people from satan)

-Unlikely he’ll get in any pants now anyway tho bc he a proud shopper at papa juliens pizza and y’all some other brand type ish domino lookin asses NAH *throws hands up* rome’s in the house (no but guys. this is his soulmate THIS IS HIM. dISgUStiNG- )

-In 2016 interview took him out of context and it looks like he hates all idol rappers but is not true. He just doesn’t like companies making rap out to be like this thing you can do if you’re pretty and you can’t sing and he doesn’t like it when said pretty idols know nothing of it. he gets the grind but will side eye (benjy nd jerome already have a rivalry bc of this shit thank u interviewer)

-Dating scandals?? EHH. He almost had one with a Japanese model called Momo in the beginning of his career but BC did well of spinning them as friends and he legit had one with his ex last october which?????????? shit she touched his *spoiler* and it was *spoiler* . BC about to ban him from fashion shows damn. yoonah and him have to go to paris fashion week quick

-BC has yet to force him into a relationship tho. but damn he gonna be angry when that ever happens yoo.

-Studied to become a cinematographer. Now is annoying as fuck during recording MV’s bc he butts into everything (BUT thats why his his mvs so AESTHETIC. eye for beauty bois)

-Holler at ya boi if you want a nice mv he’s involved like that

-Also to the girls who have been in an MV with Jerome.. know he probably flirted with you between takes bc during he’s grade a professionalism but he still a ho

-Actual catlady no questions asked (he feeds stray cats and gets cut up by edith when she smells other cats on him rip)

-Actual wife material no questions asked (to quote the great Halit Yilmaz during that time Jerome stood in the kitchen for hours making baklava and other Turkish treats for Halit’s Eid al-Fitr: “Shit, Jerome if you were a girl i’d marry you in a heartbeat.” and its true. we would ALL marry jerome. who says no is lying. )

-Smooth™

-Ok the ego thing btw its weird its an act but hes weird about it dont ask

idk what else to write ok short rundown of his bio as again i’m writing a new one and i cringe every time i look at my old one. im probs forgetting a lot but EYO ITS 6AM WHO CARES

CHILDHOOD age 0 to 10

-Born to a single mom who got fucked over by a smash nd dash dad. (we side eye Ok Chanwook in this household.)

-Moms family discouraged her from taking care of him herself so putting up for adoption it is.

-Very emotional not ok mom boram cry a lot pls. (got v angry too like boi if she ever sees chanwook again he can change his name to no dick larry)

-Adopted by a French couple called Lucas and Daphné (previously named Annelies). pretty kool peeps

-JK racist assholes who fetishize jerome a lot. PLEASE. the yellow fever runs deep. take him away from them,

-Raised in a small town in France and knew 0 Asians growing up. so thats nice

-Loves his adoptive grandpa to death tho (who’s he named after u3u)

-Actually hates the rest lol

-Ok uncle Rémy pretty cool bc he laughs at teen!Jerome shit talking his parents and aunt Camille. She a sweety ;3; a bit odd but a sweety #stanauntCamille

-Basically the people on the Gauthier side and born from Jerome and Clemintine are ok, the rest is shit (except for his dad Lucas. He a Gauthier but he shit)

-Junior/Senior relationship w granpda ;3; “Pépé!!” “Junior!!” *tiny jerome swings around grandpa’s neck* LOVE

-Grandma passed when he was 9. (he loved her very much and would always show her his drawings on her bed ;-;)

-Hard time adjusting at first when he was a tiny toddler. had a lisp talking french. ;3; baby rome

-young jerome had a bad case of the abandonment issues he literally held onto his dads leg for like 30 minutes before the teacher finally peeled him away from him. my smol boi

-Elephants. remember this. is important. /sob

-TLDR; biological mom didnt want to loose him. adoptive parents and dad are fucks. grandpa is kool. jerome had a good childhood until he didnt. thank u ignorance

TEEN YEARS age 10 to 20

-middle school very nice

-j FUCKING KKKKK EMO JEROME INBOUNDDDD

-kids are mean. teens are mean. young!jerome v lonely

-honestly he had no friends. except for like maybe this one kid on his sport called mattheo but he kinda a weeb so uhhhh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

-the time comes that he feels uncomfortable with everything korean. he already learned korean along side french and english when he was growing up but now distances himself from further learning. he clings to french culture a lot and even to this day he refers to himself as french and european, and rarely refers to himself as korean or asian.

-feels disconnected from both though. its like.. his parents took his korean culture away from him by using it for their own amusement. it was not his to have basically. and french- a lot of people around him give the vibe he’s not “allowed” to call himself fully french. they see him as korean, korean-french but never just french. he feels very misunderstood. lack of identity and just not fitting in

-around this time (or earlier i’m musing still) his cousin Antonin (moms side) kind of fell out on him. like. wow. not good. fucked jerome up a lil. (issues intensify)

-inferiority complex inbound/ is he ok? no he isnt. he starts writing to get his emotions out.

-Blessed Freddy rolled in teen jerome’s life like: guess we need to do history homework together jerome: aren’t you gonna make a ‘do my homework bc you’re asian’ joke freddy: why would i jerome:

-they bond over music, freddy is the one who gets him serious about getting into it (we thank our lord freddy for this gift of life we call singer/songwriter jerome. pray to freddy 10 times a day *srry jisoos christ but ur out*)

-literally young jerome would be a great soundcloud artist in this day and age. he was like joji meets rei brown with more of an rnb tinge. he liked ambient because it calmed him.

-in his old bio thats still up bc im a slow writer his old name was some dumb shit like l.only DUMB its romeles now (get it.. jeROME LESlie gauthier. im smart)

-OK IM GONNA GO QUICKER NOW

-eMO FOR A LONG TIME BC OF LONELINESS AND OTHERING FREDDY IS HIS BEACON OF HOPE WE LOVE FREDDY IN THIS HOUSEHOLD!!!!!!!

-had a big ass fall out with his parents when he was around 15? was like “UHHH FUCK Y’ALL” and moved in with his grandpa (he was very disrespectful like damn boy but you know what. i support)

-best decision of his life because grandpa v lonely after his wife died and Jerome^2 is… so soft.

-Jerome dancing/singing to old tunes and being engrossed with old movies

-Learning how to cook ;3;

-I mean bc his middle and highschool were in Laval he spend a lot of his time w his grandpa already so he already had a bed and ;-; #jerome^2

-Halit rolls into his life. Braces, huge smile, lil prepubescent stash ohmygod. My child.

-BLANC is born. Freddy/Jerome/Halit’s musical trio. Stan the Three Musketeers

-Found his first best friend and a purpose in Freddy. Found a home in Halit. (sob)

-Finds solace in rnb and hiphop. People start noticing him because of it. Writes songs and performs them in café’s. Found his niche. 15 to 19 where his “best” years

-THE BIG MOVE. After a concerned halit mom, a proud freddy mom and a “WHAT THE FUCK JEROME NO DONT GO” jerome mom they pack their bags and PARIS HERE WE COME

-Enter ex who haunts his life, Seo Yumi aka Marie (now model, v pretty, makes me cry)

-Spots her in the summer doing yoga in the park and boi he an assman so he got fucked up (jk he saw her face and was like wHAT love at first sight

-enrolls in film school, meets her there again and wow falls in love hard like wow calm down boy

-Dating~~~v possessive not good at ALL cALM DOWN JEROME

-ok he got his issues nd marie was the first one who openly listened to his problems and understood and made him appreciate his korean heritige bc she’s korean and showed him cultural aspects without the gross fetishizing that came with his parents and he just- he got intense ok. he already got a v intense personality so- still not good tho he needs to dial it down

-she thought so too and like after a year she was !!!! what the fuck. she is not one for serious relationships but jerome was like ehhh why not in the beginning its v nice to hear nd be seen as the most beautiful ok but then it got suffocating but instead of breaking up with him she kept him around. he a safe haven ya know. reliable. someone to built on later. *i wanna say she also didnt break up w him because his emo stories but marie,,, eh...* (funny tho like she got a thing for bad boys so she just “this is the fifth time you called me beautiful just degrade me lil like choke me idk” and jerome just “w-why would i do that you’re beautiful i dont want to hurt you” ah *looks into the future* ohhowthetableshaveturned.mp4 )

-Marie cheated on him the second she got the chance which was when jerome went to america w his bros

-Got offered a job as a songwriter when in ny. Wouldnt think he’d take it but after getting kicked out of school for beating the shit out of the guy marie cheated on him with and with marie out of the picture nothing held him back from starting a new life.

-TLDR; emo era. silver era. emo era 2 emo harder

ADULTHOOD age 20 to now

-Seoul make way for the rise of YUDDY™

-the name yuddy is from the film days of being wild. the character is kinda yuddy-ish too so he saw the film again and yep. thats my name

-Fuck_love.mp3

-Visits his orphanage. they like “nah boi u aint got no papers boi”

-Parents can give him access to his birthmother btw, aren’t doing it lol

-EMO

-Drinks. Sleeps around. Gets a reputation. You kno how it is. (gr8 ride tho. highly recommend. 5 out of 5 stars on yelp)

-SMASH ND DASH. Chanwook is that u??????

-One girl who he got with multiple times reminded him of Marie tho and that fucked him up for a bit (PSST ITS A PLOT WINK SO IF YA GIRL OF AGE IN THE 2013′S HMU BC ITS DRAMATIC HE GHOSTED THE SHIT OUT OF HER)

-Writes a lot of songs, a few for BC (knight baes). BC like *eye emoji* who dat boi who him iz

-Gets sign w BCreate and is like eyy life pretty good

-but lmao he debut and oh who’s that pretty girl promoting that lipstick?? oh.. its marie ;3;

-imfine.jpeg

-Joins main label and literally joins w a blessing stream limbo on spotify

-wgm era was a great era of jerome lmty his hair was great, shared cute personal things, manager was happy, slept with his best friend, was married to a sweet beautiful girl ya know the good stuff 👍 no im not crying you are

-triple fantasy era was awful we dont talk about that he looked like his brother and i’m still emotional about him wow.

-instagram is a great song

-Interviewer: u mention an ex in ur song tell me more Jerome: *SWEATS*

-Marie: my short hair DOES look pretty thank u babe ur red hair was cute too <3<3

-The fact she linked to him now is spook

-But ok he still flirty, still daring, still yuddy™ but definitely less of the whole “sleeping around” thing now bc he… he uhh closetoyou.mp3

TLDR; he turned into his dad but romeo is rising AND HE IS SCARED!!!!!

also never forget jerome is the messiest king in this ok non y’all are as messy as him. he fucked his ex’s friend oK THERE IS NOTHING MORE MESSY. dONT COME FOR HIS CROWN

#Writer Speaks.#ooc. { i dont want to reset the clock again it says 6am in this post its almost 7am i've been here since 4 i'm slower than usual wow }#{ almost 7 its 7.30 i got to stop ok }#{v sleepy now so!! goodnight talk to everyone in a few hours}

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