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itsmeevie01 · 4 years ago

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Bio!Dad Bruce Day 14-Gala (Part 1)

ummm hi? i just wanted to give yall a huge heads up that this IS part one of two, and part two will be added when i have time to go back and finish. both my computer and my phone are acting up, and my tablet has a faulty keyboard. that said, im going to work to get things back on track.

Two days after Christmas, the manor was buzzing with activity. The Kents had arrived the day before, and now everyone was prepping for the annual Winter Gala. Marinette was standing in her room, hands on her hips, glaring at her father as he tried to convince her that no, Marinette, the gala is not that big of a deal. down the hall, Tim and Damien helped Alfred sort through the myriad of suits and other formal wear that the siblings would be wearing the next night. Jason had left on ‘business’, while Dick was watching over the people brought into finish decorating for the occasion. Once the boys’ clothing had been sorted, Alfred moved on to check on Cass who had been studiously avoiding all activity related to the Gala.

In the Crewe Group Chat

Kim: Mari, when do you get back in town??

Chlo: M, there’s damage control to do, do you want me to wait for you?

Max: Marinette, you may want to check your Instagram. I know that you avoid social media in Gotham but…

Chlo: MARINETTE CHENG-WAYNE

Chlo: Pick up your phone

Chlo: MARI

Alix: Chloe, chill.

Alix: there’s only so much we can do if she’s busy today.

Kim: we need to take care of this somehow though.

Alix: do we have ANY OTHER WAY to contact m?

Adrien: why do I feel like I’m missing something very important?

Max: have you checked the news lately?

Adrien: I only really check AkumaWatch, why?

Max: check international news

Adrien: is… is this what I think it is? (Attached is a screenshot of international gossip. At the top of the page is a picture of two teens in hoodies moving away from an airport. They are dragging suitcases and have their heads down to avoid attention. The boy’s hood is thrown back, and his well-known blue eyes are glaring at the photographer. Above it is the title has Timothy Drake-Wayne finally found love? The second screenshot is from farther down the article where there is a picture of Cassandra Cain-Wayne, Damien Wayne and Marinette hurrying along a sidewalk completely bundled up. The caption reads could this be Tim Drake-Wayne’s mystery girl? Who is she?)

Chlo: YES

Chlo: and its gala day so she’s going to be busy af anyways.

Adrien: What do you mean its Gala day? There’s only one Gala today?

Chlo: Duh. Mari is going.

Chlo: Keep up, Adrikins.

Alix: oh god

Alix: does anyone know how her dress turned out? She had been freaking out about it last I heard, and we all know how much M puts by first impressions.

Adrien: Ok, I’m still really confused? There’s only one Gala today? The Wayne Winter Charity Gala, which is really exclusive and a huge to-do? What Gala is Marinette going to???

Nino: dude

Nino: please

Nino: don’t be oblivious.

Mari: what did I miss?

Chlo: DID YOU SEE THE NEWS?????

Mari: um…yes? Jason has been having a ball with all the press. Why?

Chlo: I thought you were trying to be low key?

Mari: tonight

Chlo: IM SORRY??? WHY AM I ONLY HEARING ABOUT THIS NOW????

Alix: well, it’s a good thing you have so many influential friends who keep ending up at the same Galas as you, Mari

Adrien: ok, I’m still confused

Chlo: your going to the Winter Gala, right?

Adrien: yeah? We go every year. The only entertaining part is the fact that the Wayne kids always fight. Otherwise it’s all snobby rich people.

Chlo: I’m taking offence to that, since Alix and I have also been going for years.

Alix: seconded

Mari: to be fair, you both tend to hide away and prank people

Adrien: wait. That was you two?

Adrien: And Marinette, how do you know that?

Mari: omg

Mari: I give up sdjkgb

Class Group Chat

Lila: guys! My friend reached out to me…

Alya: wait! Which friend? Is it…?

Lila: yes! Its Maralynn! She’s sooooo excited about her family Gala tonight!

Alix: Maralynn?

Lila: ok, you didn’t hear it from me, but that mystery girl? Seen at the airport with THE Tim Wayne? That’s her! They’re actually twins!

Chloe: oh! That means that Alix, Adrien and I will see her tonight! Its so cool that she trusts you not to reveal who she is…. (:

Marinette: lol isn’t Twitter convinced that she’s dating Tim? AWKWARD

Lila: Maralynn told me that it wasn’t worth it to go after the rumors. I’m trying to respect her decision.

Rose: that’s so sweet, Lila! I didn’t know that you knew the Waynes!

Lila: I don’t know ALL of them, just Maralynn! We were at boarding school together in Italy for a few years.

Marinette: OH WOW

Nino: Chloe, Alix, your going to have to tell us what you think of her?

Lila: oh yes! And if you see my boyfriend, send my love!

Chloe:…BOYFRIEND???

Lila: oh? You didn’t know? Tim and I have had a thing for a while

Marinette: oh really? Chloe, you’ll have to pass on that she’s thinking of him tonight!

Lila: I mean… not if you don’t want to! I wouldn’t want to be a bother on GALA night!

Chloe: if I see him, it won’t be a bother at all Lila!

Marinette shook her head and set her phone down as the class chat continued to blow up. As much as she loved Chloe, she knew that the girl was instigating Lila for fun. When everything blew up, Marinette wanted to be able to stand back and watch the fire burn, but not be close enough to get burned. When she turned in her room, the garment bag in the corner caught her eye. Inside, Marinette knew, was a long black dress. When she had run the design past Alfred, the English man had given her an approving nod. Later, she had heard him mentioning to her father that at least one of his myriad of children would be able to dress themselves. The comment had made the teen giggle and she had made sure to put every effort she could into the gown. More than anything, she wanted to make her family proud. A knock on the door drew her attention and she turned to find Cass standing there, her own gown held in its own garment bag.

“get ready? Together?” the noirette lit up at her older sister’s suggestion and she nodded excitedly. The other girl moved into the room and hung the bag in her arms over the wardrobe next to Marinette’s. after she had deposited her shoes, the older teen turned to her sister and smiled.

By the time that Tim came to check on them, both girls had finished their Makeup and were working on hair. The makeup artist that Bruce had hired was packing up her stuff and the hair stylist was partway through Cass’s hair. Marinette turned towards her brother with a smile from where she was standing in front of the hidden dresses. “lend me a hand?” He smirked at the frustration on her face.

“Gladly, Little Bit. Which one is yours?” when the girl nodded to the larger of the two bags, Tim frowned. “how big exactly is your dress?”

“Big enough for me to need help getting it on. Its not that it’s exactly heavy either! Its just…poofy?” he laughed at Marinette’s rush to explain and helped her pull the bag off of the dress. When the dress was no longer hidden, his breath caught. The black dress was stunning. He could see where it moved from black to grey to blue at the bottom, and the long full sleeves followed the same style. Hanging on the hanger behind the dress was a black hoop, and a pair of low heels (as tall as Bruce would allow, actually. He had to remind her ten times that although this was a high society event, she was still 14, and didn’t need to be dressing like she was 20.) sat under the layers of the dress. Where he had been expecting glitter and sparkles, Tim was surprised to find that the satin was free of almost anything that glittered.

“wow” Marinette laughed at his reaction and reached for the hoop.

“I know, right? It took forever, but its totally worth it! And, it’s the designers first attempt at this kind of formal. I think she did a great job.” Tim paused at that.

“LB, hey,” his sister tensed at the abbreviation for her nickname before she turned to him. “who exactly designed your dress?”

“Oh, just a small up and coming designer. You wouldn’t have heard of her.” Cass sniggered from her spot by the vanity and Marinette shot their sister a smile. “ok! Let me get the slip on, and then after the hoop is on top, ill need your help with making sure the skirt fits right.”

Marinette would not be over exaggerating if she said that the red carpet was incredibly chaotic. The only thing she could think of that was more chaotic was perhaps the last time Jagged had held a concert in Paris. After she had made it through the gaggle of reporters and the public (was that Mr. Kent, SUPERMAN, she saw standing in the crowd calling out questions? Dam that man was everywhere.) the teen dropped her purse, that held an extra set of shoes, in her seat. The rest of the family wouldn’t be in for a bit. Her father, Dick, and Damien would all be in the receiving line Alfred would be behind the scenes all night, and Tim was already striking up discussions with business partners. Cass was on the other side of the room, looking stunning in her deep blue dress. When her sister had approached her, through her website, about the dress the teen had squealed at the idea of designing the close-fitting dress for her only sister. A Blonde caught her eye and pulled the noirette out of her thoughts. The familiar girl who was making her way over had abandoned her trademarked blues and yellows in favor of a deep red that matched the garnets littering her jewelry. A few steps behind her was another teen close to Marinette’s age with a pink pixie cut slicked down. The other teen was wearing a suit that had perfect tailoring…actually, that was Marinette’s suit. The girl laughed as Chloe and Alix joined her, the shortest of the three standing in the middle to draw attention to her suit.

As the girls caught up, they scanned the ballroom. On the other side, Tim was starting to look frazzled, while Marinette thought she saw Jason slip in past one of the servers. opposite them, Damien and Dick were starting to mingle while Bruce moved to greet the Kents. As she swept her gaze over the room, Marinette blinked. There, looking straight at her was-

“oh no, its Adrien. Chloe I love you and all, but if that boy causes a scene tonight…” Chloe waved away Alix’s worries.

“I already told him to be on his best behavior. I am personally more interested in when Felix will get here. For all his big talk about transferring to a private school in Paris, I won’t believe it until the brat comes to see me.” The group stifled their laughter at Chloe’s put out response.

“as long as he doesn’t come over asking about everything going on, we should be good.” Marinette nodded at Alix’s statement on Adrien.

Look for Part 2 soon! if yall have any thoughts, i’d LOVE to hear them, since i have the basic plot down and im fleshing it out now...

#b!dbwm2020 #ml x dc #maribat #bio!dad bruce wayne month 2020 #marinette dupen chang #My writing #oops it hapened again

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tittty-bitty · 4 years ago

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Nemuri struts from store to store like an empress gracing her presence on her citizens. Really it was businesses being graced with one of her clients limitless creditcards and her impulse shopping. Who ever invented financial domination was a mastermind.

“Come along darling! Just a few more shops then we can be done!”

“You know Miss Midnight, when you said you needed help with extra curriculars, I didnt think it would make me a pack mule for your personal spending habits.”

“Your still a pillar of peace! It’s just now you have a metal hook for me to hang my shopping bags on.”

She looked over her shoulder to see Yagi struggling with the shopping bags. Yagi isn’t weak by any means, even with out his quirk. She’s seen him spar with Shota plenty of times. Which is totally just two coworkers sparring for exercise Shota claimed, with no sexual tension at all thank you very much. But any one would struggle with that many bags, especially a man with only one lung.

They manage to make it into Gucci with out any lungs popping. Yagi sprawls on one of the ottomans with a poof and start to rub his wrists. She starts to look at the purses and leather belts. Not even glancing at the price tag before adding them to her haul. When she goes back to the waiting section she glances at Yagi. Who is scrolling away on his smartphone. Despite losing over 200 pounds of muscle, he was still an attractive man. Sharp cheek bones, piercing eyes, and such a sweet smile. His handsome features multipled when he gained more confidence in this form. Everyone could see after the truth was out about Allmight that he wasn’t comfortable in his true form. Scared to talk to other adults, skiddish and horrifically terrified of making mistakes. Not including how he obviously avoided reflections and wore only baggy outfits. But a year after his retirement and him making friendships with his colleges at UA, he finally started accepting himself and it’s amazing on the amount of progress he’s had. She’s so proud of her coworkers, especially her boys to make Allmight’s retirement less lonely. Even if one is especially passionate with the task but wants to be an edgy teenager about it.

Despite the progress the man made, he still didn’t know how to dress himself for shit. He may of got himself a few outfits that arnt 5X but he still loves to drown in his clothing. If she has to be assaulted with that damn yellow suit one more year she’s going to ask young Todoroki to set it on fire for extra credit.

If only he would wear clothes that actually fit him. Show off his long neck, his collar bones, long legs narrow waist, she could go on and on about why Yagi needs a new wardrobe. She needed to show the world how Yagi is still a fine ass man. She has checked him out countless times to be confident with that claim. There was one day where he had to actually put on pants that fit him way too well after a coffee spill and had to borrow some pants from mic. She doesn’t understand how a man so skinny could still have an ass. Nothing to go over the moon about but it was so cute, so perky for a man his age. It almost distracted her from the front, his buldge which is probably the one thing that stayed the same from his Allmight form. It was extremely hard to maintain eye contact with him that day. Not that she was complaining about the eye candy, the yellow sleeping bag that pretended to sleep on the floor didn’t seem to mind either.

While thinking about the potential of jokes about Yagi’s pillar of peace to bring up in front of Shota later, Nemuri comes across a sweater. The sweater was a high quality wool, cream colored with some green trim on the collar that goes down to a v. It would be perfect for his form, a little snug but still covered everything to start him off slow. The arms a little long for the average person but perfect for his long arms. The bottom might come up a little short though. Showing off his midriff when he reached up. Potentially showing a nice v of his hips, maybe even a nice little trail of blond that dips into his pants. Oh the thought of sweet little Yagi in a crop top is intoxicating. But baby steps. She needed him to trust her with fashion first before she tries anything to scandalous.

He was still reading on his phone when Nemuri grabs the tall man by the wrist and yanks him out of his seat. With a cute little yelp he is brought up to his feet and shoved into a changing room with the sweater being thrown at him.

“Your not coming out till you put this on.” Nemuri says as she chucks over some black jeans to go with it.

After watching awkward arms reach above the door and listening to the general struggle of a man menuvering in a changing room that doesn’t accommodate him, he steps out. His black blue eyes shine in contrast with the creme color of the sweater. Giving off a sweet older man who waters flowers in the community garden than his usual look of a man who got lost in a deflated blimp.

“Oh my god honey you look so sweet.”

He checks himself in a mirror and twists to see the back. She could see his ribs poking through the fabric wile it rides up his toned stomach not as much as she hoped unfortunately. But the fitting pants made up for it. Although they don’t show off his front for the sake of the students and people who actually want to get work done in the teachers lounge, it still shows off that cute little ass of his, and that’s all she can ask for.

Yagi actually holds his attention to his reflection of the mirror. Giving the look an actual chance. From the relaxed look in his eyes, he might actually like it.

“I never thought I would wear a wool sweater like this again. I forgot how warm and comforting they are.”

Nemuri comes up in front of him and adjusts the collar for him, opening it up a bit so his collar bones peek out a little. “I can’t imagine the amount of sheep needed to make a sweater for Allmight.”

He chuckles at the comment and how her nails tickle his chest, now used to her touchy nature. “It was in high school. My mentor forced them on me when she found out that my foster home didn’t try too hard to find winter clothes that fit me.”

He rubs the end of the sleeve to feel the texture, smiling slightly, reminiscing the memories he had with her when wearing the sweaters. It was always interesting to hear about his life when he was young. He was usually guarded when it came to anything about himself before his hero days, so to hear any little tidbit about him was to be met with a neutral yet encouraging reaction.

“Well I’ll be sure to make her proud by making sure that your fabric needs are taken care of.” Nemuri says while coming around behind him and placing her hands on his shoulders, admiring his smile in the mirror. “And I can make sure she rests peacefully by getting rid of that ugly yellow suit.”

He looks up from his sleeve. “Hey! I love that yellow suit!”

“You look like the noodle balloons that are outside of a car dealership. Im no longer letting my dear friend to walk around looking like a mustard bottle.”

Yagi takes the light roast with little grace with a small groan. He looks down at his wrist to look at the tag. He reads it with a puzzled look.

“I think we need to call an associate. I think they’re missing a decimal on the price-“

“Alright! Time to head out! I’ll meet you outside the store!” She shoves the bags in his hands, rip the tags off his wrist and waist and hurries to the counter.

“Ah. I can pay for my own clothes-“

“Nope! This is my treat! You can pay me back by meeting me at the car!”

Yagi looks at the minimum of 20 bags in his hands and accepts his fate. Trudging his way back to the car with the mini fortune in toll.

———

“Alright come on this is our last shop.”

“Ya no. I think I’ll wait in the car.”

“Dont worry, this place is very professional and no one will mention you being here. They are very strict about privacy. Also it will stop random men from asking me out.”

Yagi goes over the definition of professional in his head as he walks into a sex shop named “The Bimbo’s Boneyard”. It was suprisingly sleek inside despite the name. Defiantly one of the more higher end sex stores he’s been to. It was similar to a tech store with all the LED lights and plexiglass display boxes. It would be less weird if some of them didn’t have sex dolls that were determined to stare him down.

He decided to walk away from the display, trying to find something to look at with out actually looking at anything. His eyes catch a box with a cute little cat on it. He smirks a little. It reminds him of the stray cat that lives in the brush that’s on the way to campus from the dorms. He would give it pets every morning and eventually leave cans of food every morning. One morning he found a hunched black blob taking a nap on the grass. He was about to ask the obvious homeless man if he wanted his bento when he realized it was his coworker Aizawa. Sleeping on the cold ground at 5:30 in the morning with a cat that, while a sweet heart, was probably ridden with fleas.

“Excuse me sir, the food bank is on the other side of town.”

“I know but they were offering a cash prize for who ever found the dementia patient that ran away from his nursing home. Looks like I just found him.”

He chuckled at the memory. When their odd friendship really started to bloom. Not only with Aizawa, who while he was probably the closest too, took the longest compared to his other coworkers. He loved talking to Mic about classic American rock and fighting with him on how Nikki is so much better than Cardi. He loved trading tea with Thirteen as they go on about a new show Yagi has no clue what their talking about, but loves the passion. And Nemuri, who took pity on him the first day and decided to spoil him with attention and gifts that mostly ranged from sugar free candys and cute pens. It makes him feel like a toddler more than anything, but he thinks it’s sweet. He just never expected to have so many friends after Allmight was gone. He half thought if Nighteyes prediction didn’t kill him, then his loneliness will.

“My my my, I must say I’m surprised.”

Toshinori shook out of his self reflection and looked at his friend.

“I had my theories but I must say I never expected pet play from you. To think I thought you were just a vanilla cradle robber.”

He flushed with shock in confusion. Only to find that the box with the cat he was staring at for the past 2 minutes was for a bundle for a cat headband, a leash, mouth gag, and plug tail.

Absolutely horrified Yagi stammers to regain his reputation of role model rather than creepy old man. “Shit! No! No! I was just looking at the cute cat!”

“There’s no need to be ashamed, I am a professional after all. If you ever want to talk about that kind of stuff with me, I’m always open for questions.” She assured him calmly. “I’m gonna go to the check out if you want to look at the other options. I will say that you would look a lot better with the black ears.” She struts off with a few leather tools and some weird egg looking balls.

“There’s nothing for me to fucking look at because I’m not interested in that! Wait.. WHAT DO YOU MEAN CRADLE ROBBER?” He stomps off to catch up with her.

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The staff Christmas party is filled with decorations, overworked teachers and spiked eggnog. Coworkers chatting and playing games as the snow falls outside. Yagi is chatting with Aizawa about how much Nezu is going to lose in poker after he demands people play with him. He takes a sip of his sugar free hot cocoa, very glad that his friends get a well deserved break.

“Merry Christmas Yagi!” Thirteen shouted as they shove a fancy bag in his face.

“Oh thank you Thirteen! I hope you didn’t spend too much on me.

“Oh no it wasn’t me!” Thirteen corrected. “Midnight was your secret Santa. She said she’s a little too tipsy to walk in her heels right now and asked me to give it to you.”

He looks past the smaller teacher and sees Nemuri in a tight red dress and tall stilettos. Giving him a wink when she notices him receiving her present.

He smiles and waves back at her. He pulls out the first item from the bag. An expensive looking cologne. He brings it up to his nose and gets notes of Cuban cigars and vannila. He sees a little tag attached to the bottle. With lovely cursive script it read “Garenteed to even get the angriest cats purr~”

He reads the tag as he hands the cologne to Aizawa. Shota sniffs the bottle and his eyes roll back a little bit. Obviously enjoying the scent.

“Wow she picked out something that matches your pretentious persona.”

“Maybe you can ask her to pick out some bar soap that you desperately need.” Yagi rebuttles without even looking up. Still trying to figure out what the tag ment.

“Is there something else in there? If not that’s a heavy bottle.” Thirteen comments before being passed the cologne to take a sniff.

Oh ya, maybe look at the rest of the gift before over analyzing the card. He opens the bag wider and is smacked in the face with realization on what the message ment. His blush going to his ears as he looked at the “Kinky Kat Play” bundle that he repressed from his memory. He looks up at Nemuri with shock as he finds her staring at him. Raising her glass with a smirk as she turns back to her pile of chips and angry, losing boss.

He shuts the bag quickly before Thirteen and Aizawa gets a chance to peek. “Ahhh ah. It’s a very personal gift that I don’t want everyone to know about.”

“Alright I understand.” Shota replies. He turns to Thirteen. “Thirteen get your hand vacuum ready.” The nosy prick demands as he lunges for the bag. Thank god for these stupidly long arms as he gets the bag out of Shota’s reach.

“It’s none of your fucking buisness you asshole!” Yagi cries as he goes on his toes as Shota climes him like a tree. Thirteen is giggling at their weird friendship while not helping anyone. Yagi would rather die than have the present be shown to his coworkers and worst of all Shota, who would NEVER let this go.

While he hates to do it, he’s desperate, and it has to be done.

The sickly man expands his diaphragm in such a way where when he coughs, he gets enough blood out of his mouth to put on a show. He makes a display of coughing and catching his breath. Blood covering his hand and dripping out of his mouth. He goes a little too far by making his hand shake but he needed extra sympathy points.

It seems to do the job as Thirteen rushes to his side to support him. “Shota you know you can’t be to rough with him.”

Aizawa stares at both of them in disbelief, then back at Yagi. “You are not seriously trying to play the sick old man card right now.”

Thirteen loops Yagi’s arm around their shoulders.“Shota you were to rough on him. The man has no stomach and only one lung. You should know better as a professional.”

“A professional knows when someone is faking when said person has no problem taking and dealing punches while sparring, but suddenly can’t handle a few grabs.” He cannot believe Yagi is trying to make an escape route by making Aizawa look like the asshole that beats up sick old men.

“You don’t need to defend me Thirteen.” Yagi says, adding a little tremble to his voice. “He just can’t handle losing to an old man. Could we go to the office? My nebulizer is in there.” The asshole making sure to add some pity coughs at the end.

“Of course Yagi.”

Shota stares openly in shock on what happening in front of him. Not only at Yagi’s pathetic stunt over something stupid, but Thirteens naiveté.

“A nebulizer treats asthma! Not bleeding lung asshole!” Shota shouts like an absolute child.

As he watches the duo walk, no sorry, LIMP to the office, he sees Yagi readjust his arm. To give an undeniable middle finger to Shota behind Thirteens head. The shameless bastard smiling back at him.

#erasermight #allmight #allmight and Nemuri being buds #The first artist Yagi was exposed too in the US was nicki and was his go to drunk Karaoke

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vancilocs · 4 years ago

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hohhoo can i gen an all you can/want/are relevant for dana/hecca aand ipes/kenjiro (is this getting ridicilous with them i just really love their unique dynamic jhfroghoihgöao im soryyyyy)

they for sure are a pair (i’ll just not answer to questions that don’t apply to them)

where they first met and how

Dana took his business to Hecca’s laundromat for the time his apartment building’s laundry machines were under maintenance

Kenjiro caught Ipes’ eye at her club and invited him up

how long their ‘flirting’ phase was before feelings got involved

They were friends first and foremost so like there wasn’t much flirting back and forth before the feelings came

They kinda skipped flirting and went right to “hey do coke off my boobs”/”fuck yeah”, did that for a while before there were feelings

who fell for who first (if applicable)

Either Dana bc of Hecca’s casual use of petnames and whatnot or then Hecca bc Dana was nice and got along with Ini too

Kenjiro but he’d never tell her that

where their first date was and what it was like

A bar, just chatting and getting to know each other better

who asks who out and how (with a sign? spelled out on a cake? just a simple ‘will you go out with me’?)

Dana just hit Hecca with the “what are we”

if they keep / kept their relationship secret or let everyone know right away

Both give it some time before telling friends and family. Damir knows abt “the boy” but he gets that this is just something Hecca is trying out at first

At least Chanel, Mars, Remy, Roxie and Izkiel know Kenjiro has a spot at the bosslady’s suite but like, not through either of them telling.

who’s more dominant

Not that it’s a huge difference, Dana is no doormat either, but I think maybe Hecca as an entrepreneur and a mom is more used to handling stuff by herself. In the bedroom like eh, she lets Dana lead but he’s just happy to play along

Ipes holds the reins unless she’s feeling particularly soft

where their first kiss was and what it was like

Prolly after like a date or a feelings confession or something, at either’s apartment before the other leaves to go back home, quick lil smooch. Dana did wonder what the fangs would feel like

At the suite, ply the man with some of that powdery and he’ll go along

if they have any matching couples stuff (mugs? sweaters? pillowcases?)

Like later maybe have something cheesy like pillowcases lmao

how into pda they are

Holding hands is totally fine, linking arms, small kisses, hugs, nothing raunchy.

Ipes has an image to uphold so nothing publicly

who holds the umbrella when it rains

Dana will, a gentleman

where their usual ‘date spot’ is (if applicable)

Maybe either’s apartment or then a cafe, at a bar Hecca would probably get too much attention for the date to be comfortable

who’s more protective

Eh, Dana trusts for Hecca not to get in trouble. He’s not confrontational, either

Kenzo would like to at least be there or help or something when Ipes deals with her health issues but she won’t let him so whatever. She has people to do that for her, anyways. He will get in as much trouble as he has before

how long it is before they sleep together (can be as in ‘had sex’ or as in ‘shared a bed’)

Just have a sleepover after hanging out at the other’s place for a time, first time Dana just slept on the couch but the next time Hecca had a proper shirt on so they could share a bed.

They boinked the first night they met, took a long while for Kenzo to be allowed to actually take a nap or god forbid stay overnight

if they argue about anything

Not really? They get along great

Kenzo does like to push buttons and test boundaries but he just mainly gets threatened and/or thrown out, not argued with

who leaves more marks (lipstick, hickeys, scratchmarks etc.)

Dana’s black lipstick is very visible on albino Hecca. Other marks nah

Ipes probably likes to leave marks on Kenzo to mess with him. Can’t do that with Chanel after all

who steals whose clothes and how often

They’re so differently shaped they can’t snatch each others’ clothes too often, but like accessories, harnesses, gloves and whatnot are free game

Ipes stole Kenzo’s jacket one time

how they cuddle (spooning? facing each other?)

Hecca can cuddle up under Dana’s arm and rest her head on his chest, when he’s comfortable he’ll be big spoon and rest his head on her chest too

They cuddle rarely and even then Ipes is mainly the big spoon or Chanel is between them

what their favourite nonsexual activity is

Just hanging out? Watching movies, cuddling, scritching behind ears or on cheek feathers, cooking and whatnot

I think bathing/showering together, but can’t do that too often because the intimacy of nonsexual and casual nudity gets too cozy for Ipes

how long they stay mad at each other

They don’t get mad at each other?

Kenzo doesn’t stay mad but he does stay away for a time if he feels Ipes is pissed at him, he’ll just show up in a few days or a week or so at the club and sees if he gets invited back up

what their usual coffee / tea orders are

Dana just drinks his black

Kenzo shows up at the threesome 15 minutes late with a caramel latte

if they ever have any children together

Dana is happy being Ini’s legal guardian and her mom’s partner but she’s not his kid

if they have any special pet names for each other

Dana calls her Birdie

Kenzo just says bosslady, but using her real name is very special and only used on rare occasions (read: when he’s pretty sure she won’t get mad at him for it). If he wants to be a little shit he calls her kitten

if they ever split up and / or get back together

Naah

what their shared living space is like (messy? clean? what kind of decor?)

It’s pretty clean, some magazines or mugs around somewhere but nothing too messy. Dana doesn’t decorate too much. A candle here and a picture there

what their names are in each other’s phones

Hecca *surname* and a heart emoji

if they have any ‘couple traditions’ (buying a new mug for their collection every year? baking every friday evening?)

Maybe like going to a cafe date once a month

who falls asleep first and who wakes up first

Could be either tbh. I can imagine both are used to getting up pretty early

Kenzo is fucking old let him sleep

who’s the big spoon / little spoon

Dana accepts being big spoon, cozier that way

Ipes will allow Kenzo to be the big spoon for a moment but then either moves away or makes him turn around so she can be the big one

who hogs the bathroom

Honestly Dana does more with his hair and makeup (and jewelry) so especially when going out he will take his time

who kills the spiders / takes them outside

Neither kills, just take them outside

#hecca and damir can complain about having a high-maintenance partner #long oc thing

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captainjimothycarter · 4 years ago

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Prompt: okay so Peggy is de-aged and Steve finds out but he’s far away undercover. Like worst timing ever so she gets on the phone and he races to her—big heartfelt reunion and everyone is there to witness and it’s beautiful, but don’t forget the snark. Maybe avengers didn’t really believe that their relationship was so pure 😱😭😭😭♥️

Oh my god so i am on sleepy pain meds bc i hurt my back and this might be the worst thing i’ve ever done.

Everything about this was hushed-hushed, no one was to know. Of course, naturally at Shield that meant everyone knew but the intended people. That meant when Peggy found herself waking up to a body that was only in distant memory, Steve was nowhere to be found. It didn’t take much prodding from a Doctor Banner and or Jemma Simmons to get an answer as to where exactly he was.

Over 400,000 miles away. Undercover. On some vital information that is meant to save their asses in some case or another.

Peggy was not a patient woman, even if Banner and Simmons kept her busy with all these tests. Even if they were the most patient people in the world when it came to Peggy suddenly getting her old body back and being right as rain. She understood the need for tests to see if she ran in tip-top shape and wasn’t going to deteriorate but what she really wanted was to call Steve.

How could no one see what was important to her?

Well, maybe some people did.

The lab was empty as Jemma brought her in for another round of testing, her face stoic as she brought her into a new room with just a table and a phone. She pressed a finger to her lip and motioned that she had one call to make and a timer on the clock said she had a few set minutes.

“Thank you,” she breathed to her, pulling Jemma into a tight hug. She had to be mindful of her strength now, given the serum.

“I know how it feels to be separated from your life partner, even if this case it’s just miles.” The look in her eyes told a story that Peggy wanted to dissect. Later, she told herself. “Banner and I will keep people ready but if you hear us bang on the door, drop the call.”

That’s all Peggy needed.

She found herself clinging to the simple block of a phone that was meant for satellite calls, listening to the breaking dial tone. Then the click. The heavy breathing. The slight pain in his breath, like he was reminding himself to breathe.

“Fury? Coulson? What-what is it? We’re sorta busy - there’s…”

Oh, his voice. That beautiful tone. Even if the break in it made her worry about the pain he was in.

“Hello? Is anyone there? Oh, fuck. Sam, duck!”

She could hear crashing, a pause, then laughter from Steve that made her eyes sting and her heart soar.

“Steve,” she breathed, feeling the tears roll down her cheeks. She didn’t bother to wipe them off.

“Peggy?” He sounded about as shocked as she did. “Peggy is that you? Where...how…?”

“It’s a long story,” she laughed. “De-aged thanks to your blood samples, a project I did not approve of but I am glad they did it anyway.” She flinched at a loud screech and clung to the phone. “Steve? Steve! Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, doll. I’m okay.” He sighed over the phone, hearing his own aggression. “I’ll be right there. Don’t leave HQ. Sam, we gotta go!”

“Be careful and…” She clung to the phone like it was her lifeline. “Don’t you dare fly a plane, Rogers. I mean it.”

“I love you too.”

Even over the phone, she could hear that trademark smirk as the line died on them just in time for Jemma to open the door.

“So the rumors are true?” Jemma asked her when they weren’t exactly alone an hour later. She stood beside Peggy as the new patient was jogging lightly on the treadmill. Banner was on the other side of the room, doing something on the computer.

Steve had just been confirmed to be coming back in-land and it would take a few hours. There was another agent or two here, someone by the name of Bobbi, working beside Jemma and adjusting the monitor to Jemma’s height. Someone named Fitz was with Banner and given Jemma’s heart eyes on him, she could guess that was her life partner.

“I suppose we’re no longer at our war nor am I officially his liason, so yes,” Peggy mused, slowing the speed down to a small trot. “Steve and I were...together.”

“I thought that was only for the history books?” Banner mused, looking over his shoulder at her. “Y’know, the hero gets the girl sorta thing.”

“He didn’t get me,” Peggy scoffed, rolling her eyes. “It’s complicated.”

“I think those two know a thing or two about complicated,” Bobbi mused, her head bobbing towards Fitz and Jemma. She looked downright amused. “As do I.”

“It…” Peggy sighed as she hit the stop button much to Jemma’s frowning. “Simmons, I’ve been at this all morning. I am fine. Anyway...Steve and I were in a relationship before…” Her throat tightened just at the thought alone. Before...he sacrificed himself for the greater good and took a piece of her with him.

“Miss Carter,” Fitz suddenly spoke, seeing the look on Peggy’s face. He shared a look with Jemma, rolling his stool over to her. “Why don’t we go for a stroll in the garden, hm? I take it you had some personal touches in the plants there? Jemma and Dr. Banner can run the analysis on your tests before they treat you like another dancing monkey.”

“I’d like that,” Peggy sighed, pulling her hair off of her neck in an attempt to cool down.

Turns out, it wasn’t just Banner who doubted her relationship. Tony did too. Even Fury. Everything seemed to relate to the history books of a picture-perfect tale of them together just for Steve to lose her.

The only people who seemed to understand were those working under Coulson. Even Phil Coulson seemed to understand their relationship to a degree. Though, Fitz and Jemma seemed to understand on a personal level and their young love...it made Peggy’s heart swell.

By the time she got the notification Steve’s plane was in the area, Peggy was freshly showered and being lead up to the docks by Jemma, Fitz, and Bobbi. Suddenly the people part of Steve’s team had other things to do.

She could barely sit still as the plane landed and the ramp was lowered. Steve was not the first one-off. The first one-off, basically running off before the ramp was fully lowered was a tall, muscular, yet slender blonde with purple hearing aids. She watched him throw himself to Bobbi, knocking them both to the ground. Who she could only assume was Sam was next, the man giving her a trademark wink that reminded her of Gabe Jones, before hugging FitzSimmons to his chest and helping Bobbi up.

Steve did not get off and she feared the worst.

“He fell asleep behind the wheel,” Sam whispered to her, patting her shoulder. “Told ‘im not to pilot but he said they’d get there faster.”

“The bastard,” Peggy sighed. “Never bothers to listen to a thing I say.”

Ignoring the reunions around him, she jogged inside and passed the small cots and a few labeled containers that Fitz was carefully grabbing. She found Steve as Sam had promised. Behind the controls, head tucked into his chest. The few stray hairs falling onto his forehead, chin rising with every breath he took.

He was breathtaking and Peggy’s eyes brimmed with tears. She dropped to her knees beside him, hearing Jemma pause as she looked over to make sure their prized science experiment didn’t just die on them.

“Oh, darling,” Peggy breathed, her red painted nails [habits died hard] reached out to touch his cheek, stroking the soft stubble. Her hand moved to push his hair out of his face and smiled at how a lock fell right back. “Working yourself to the bone again. Don’t you know when to rest?”

“He does not,” Clint mused, crossing his arms and leaning into the entranceway. “I think you know that by now.”

“And I know you follow suit and are avoiding medical,” Bobbi pointed out, wrapping an arm around her boyfriend’s waist. “Come on. Before Hunter and Bucky see you like this, you idiot. Did you break another rib?”

Peggy ignored them as they left, leaning up to gently press a tender kiss to Steve’s lips. She was met with a flutter of baby blue eyes that brought her back to the first time she saw them. A scrawny Brooklyn Native covered in red dust and in a helmet far too big for him. He smiled against her lips, eyes still hazy with sleep.

“Are you an angel?” he whispered, pressing their foreheads together but making no other moves. She was sure he stopped breathing.

The question made Peggy laugh. “No, darling, no. I don’t think that statement has worked on anyone.”

“Damn.” He rubbed at his eyes and yawned, having enough courtesy to turn his head before he wrestled Peggy into his arms. He couldn’t care about their little crowd. He needed her. Hastily kissing her lips like he needed to breathe.

“You two are disgusting,” a voice snorted from the entranceway.

Peggy didn’t even need to look up to know Steve had thrown the shield haphazardly at Bucky.

“We’re making up for lost time,” Steve groaned, pulling away from Peggy with kiss-swollen lips. “You don’t gotta look.”

“How can I not when you’re kissing right in front of me? Hiya, Pegs.” Bucky wrapped her up in a hug and kissed the side of her face, letting Steve drag his weary body out of the chair. “Do me a favor and get this sap home.”

“Consider it done. I think we need to christen the bed anyway,” she mused thoughtfully.

Bucky’s expression was everything to her as Steve wrapped her up in a hug and half carried her off of the ship.

“Hang on it’s real?”

Tony breathed, turning to point his wooden spoon threateningly at Peggy’s face. She easily batted the spoon away with her own, making him pout.

“What’s real?” Steve sighed, dropping into the stool beside Peggy with his own coffee from the counter. “Our relationship?”

“Yes! I thought that was just a...thing Howard and you made up! I didn’t think you and Cap actually got together!”

Peggy rolled her eyes, draining the last of her tea. “Christ, is everyone going to say that?”

“I mean, I thought you two boned or kissed, but…” Clint mused from the couch, his leg up in the air to wave in their direction. “Not like kiss-kiss.”

“What are you twelve?” Natasha snickered. “Of course they were together. Don’t you see how Steve pined after her? Even in just her photos at the museum.”

“Aw, you pined after her?” Bucky breathed, earning an elbow from Steve. “Oh c’mon, punk, I had to live with this dancing around one another crap for years before Hydra finally put me out of my misery.”

“Hey, not funny,” Steve grumbled. “Still not funny. That will never be funny. And we didn’t dance around one another.”

“It is funny. I told yah, I was found before you and everything.” Bucky huffed, stealing a croissant from Tony’s hand to bite into. “And yes you did. Pegs, tell him.”

“I wasn’t dancing around,” Peggy mused, refilling her mug. “Steve was the dancing monkey.”

“I see where you two learned it from,” Bobbi teased, throwing a look where Fitz and Jemma were sitting on the other end of the couch from Clint’s prodding foot.

“If everyone can stop taking the mickey out on all of us that would be great,” Fitz over dramatically sighed. “Steve and Peggy can finally be together, thanks to this genius.” He squeezed Jemma’s frame to him, making her flush.

“And Dr. Banner,” Peggy pointed out. “Where is he, by the way? I haven’t seen him since we left.”

“Vacation. Something about this was a favor to the history books,” Bobbi mused, waving her hand. “So, you two...Pegs, when’s the wedding date? And don’t tell me not yet. You two finally get to be together. I think you and FitzSimmons over there need to do a double destination date.”

Peggy and Jemma shared a look from over the table, making Steve laugh. “I wouldn’t say no to that. What do you say, Miss Simmons?”

“I’ll draw up the wedding plans.”

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fatrainbowmermaidunicorn · 5 years ago

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We Dont Talk Anymore (Yoongi x You) (ONESHOT)

A/N: this request has been sitting for a year (or more) in my inbox and im sorrryy. This is a short story and I feel like its not my best 😔 but I still hope you like it. Im sorry and Ill do better 💜

Oh, we don't talk anymore, like we used to do I just heard you found the one you've been looking You've been looking for I wish I would have known that wasn't me

Min Yoongi and Big Hit Producer, Zara announces that they are officially a couple!

Y/N scrunched up the glossy page of the tabloid and throw it in the nearest garbage bin, pulling her jacket tighter around her and keeps on walking. Maybe thats where she should be too, since thats how Yoongi treated her heart, like trash.

A year.

It has been a year since their heart wrenching break up and Yoongi has finally moved on. He is finally in a relationship with someone else. As he should be.

Maybe its a good thing. She was never a good match for Yoongi. Shes just a boring lawyer. What does she know about the entertaining world of the music industry right? All she do all day is fight in court and do the paperwork all night long. That producer girl will probably fits him better. Understand him better. They can talk music all day long, and write together all night long. The girl wont be mad at him for being busy all the time. Hell, they can spend time together while working. Y/N scoffs to herself.

She just wish.. she had known from the beginning that they were not suited for each other. Then she wouldnt have wasted her time to be in a relationship. To go on dates. To face his crazy fans. To balance work and spending time with Yoongi.

She wouldnt have wasted time, and her heart... to fall in love.

'Cause even after all this time I still wonder Why I can't move on Just the way you did so easily

A year.

And she still cant move on. How can she? She was never in love. Never felt it. Never wanted to. Never planned to. But Min Yoongi, with all his coldness he showed to the world, theres just warmth in him that melts her heart. That makes her so sure that love is real. She felt it with Yoongi. She felt it his smile, she felt it in his laughter, in his tears, in his frustration, she felt it in the way he covered her up in a blanket when she fell asleep while doing her case reports, she felt it in tbe small wave he gave her when he saw her in the crowd watching his performances. She felt it. And she knew its real.

Thats why she wonders. And keeps on wonder, how can he moved on so easily? And why cant she do the same.

Oh how she wish she can.

Don't wanna know What kind of dress you're wearing tonight If he's holding onto you so tight The way I did before

Breaking up with someone you love is painful enough. Its even worse when that someone moved on and you are told about every single detail of their love life. With every step she took, news about Yoongi and his new lover were whispered, talked about. Where they go to dates, what they do on dates, how romantic their kisses are.

If a heart can be thrown out, Y/N wants to take it out right now. She doesnt want to feel anymore. Yoongi was her world, the one she told everything to, the one she spend all her time with. The one love she overdosed on. The one that means everything to her.

What do you do when the one person you talk to is gone? What do you do when the one person you love stop loving you? Nothing. You moved on. And hope the pain passed. But it never will. Because afterall, nothing hurts more than a broken heart.

I just hope you're lying next to somebody Who knows how to love you like me There must be a good reason that you're gone

Yoongi walked down the street. The snow has been falling non stop today. It matches his cold cold heart and matches his cold cold feelings even more. He felt numb. Everything about him is numb. News broke today that hes dating their producer.

The truth is, he isnt.

He just hope Y/N saw the news. Hoped and prayed she saw it, and moved on. Yoongi swallowed a lump in his throat. Just the thought of Y/N with someone else... kills him, break him, but he have to do it.

Image of Y/N crying almost everyday, screaming almost everyday before their breakup haunts him. Thats not what he wanted for her. He wants to give her happiness, love, laughter. But hes not able to. He never have time for her, to talk to her, love her. And she deserve better.

He hope and he prayed. That with the sudden news, she will find someone new. She will finally open up her heart and let someone new in. And he hope and he prayed for that someone to love her as much as he does, because theres no other love in the world stronger than his love for her. And it will always be her. To Yoongi, it will always be her.

Every now and then I think you Might want me to come show up at your door But I'm just too afraid that I'll be wrong

He knows Y/N doesnt mean it. When she cries and say those awful words of separation, he knows she doesnt mean it. She wants him to stop her, to change, to love her better. But he cant. He cant love her better. He wants to, but he dont how. And thats why he lets her go.

Every single night while he rolls around in bed, his handphone screen is the only thing lighting the dark room, illuminating Y/N's picture in his phone that hes been staring at, he wonders. What if he just picks up his coat and knocks on her door? Will she open it? Will she welcome him with open arms? Smiling, crhing in happiness? Will they kiss and all be okay? Will they ever forget this terrible tragedy even happen? Will they start again and be happy like before?

Every single night he thinks about it. And every single night he almost did. Almost.

But he has a bigger fear. What if hes wrong. What if Y/N has moved on. What if Y/N has found someone who love her better.

They dont talk anymore. They didnt talked for the longest time. And maybe its better that way..

I overdosed Should've known your love was a game Now I can't get you out of my brain Oh, it's such a shame That we don't talk anymore,

Her mind has been wondering with thoughts about Yoongi, not really paying attention to where shes even going until she suddenly stopped in her tracks and looked up.

Standing in front of her, all bundled up in heavy coat and gloves, scarf around his neck, nose tinge pink, is the man that haunted her mind himself. Y/N breathes, her mouth whisper the only word she wanted to call out for so long.

"Yoongi,"

Yoongi stops in his tracks. Maybe he had successfully stopped himself from going to Y/N's door every single night, naybe he managed to talk himself out if it, but fate has brought Y/N right to him, and this time he wont let it go to waste.

This time, he will make sure to show her how much he loves her, needs her. He will tell her every little thing that happened in his life. There wont ever be a second of silence between them ever again. They will talk. They will talk all night long. Fate wants them together. His heart wants them together. And he wouldnt let them down again.

But if only things were that simple. If only thats the truth, but the fact is... they dont talk anymore. Y/N was right. Y/N was right when she ended it. They havent for the longest time. All the laughter, the kisses, the whispered words of love, its all lost in memories. Memories that will remain in his heart forever. His heart is racing to reach out to her. Hes hoping hers does too.

But they dont talk anymore.

And they never will again.

"Y/N,"

Both eyes locked with one another, staring deep into their souls for a split second, almost tellimg each other how they really feel, that their names are still beating in each others heart, before both pair of eyes quickly averted each other and continue walking, shoulders slightly touching as two past lovers passed by one another, having so much to say but nothing to talk about.

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cami-chats · 5 years ago

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My Blood Red Heart

Written for @marvelpolyshipbingo

Rating: Teen

Warnings/Triggers: Winter Soldier/Red Room mentions

Pairings: Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanoff

Summary: Bucky recognizes his forgotten soulmate while in the middle of a fight. Natasha saves him, they save the day, and Tony invites them back to the Tower. Falling for her was easy, so why not fall for him too?

Square Filled: B2-Murder Strut

Read on AO3 or below

The Soldier watched her run away, but there was no satisfaction in it, not when she was severely outgunned and still had the time to toss that fucking smirk over her shoulder as she went. She was the bigger threat. The target had gone down. He'd get back up, the Soldier knew that, but she could actually stop them if she wanted. She'd tricked him, and the only thing that had saved him was luck. She'd hit the glasses instead of an inch higher; that wasn't because of anything he'd done.

His eyes followed her. She was taking a fairly straight path which would've been a mistake if she wasn't so obviously trying to prevent civilian casualties. "I have her," he said. If they went after her, they wouldn't even make it a full minute. "Find him." He vaulted over the concrete wall and landed on top of a car with a crash that made his legs ache for a moment.

She ducked between two cars before he could raise his gun, and there were more cars on the other side of an overturned bus-- a miniature maze where the prize was pulling the trigger first. He strode to the other side of the road with sure steps, then slowed, glancing back and forth and listening for the smallest sound. She was too good to have loud steps, but he should be able to- he came to a stop. She was talking quietly, but it was enough. Calling for reinforcements wouldn't be enough to save her, but it could save the two men she'd been in the car with if the team accompanying him felt particularly useless today.

He reached to his back with his left hand, fingers catching on a small bomb. He lowered himself and rolled it towards her, then straightened and raised his gun again; there was no way the bomb alone would kill her as she'd see it and dodge, but that would leave him with an opportunity. There was something familiar about her, more familiar than that shield the target had used on the bridge. His handler would mention it during the debrief, most likely, so he didn't need to think about it. The explosive went off and he tightened the gun to his shoulder, only to be thrown off balance when something hit the side of him and knocked the gun out of his hands.

He didn't have the chance to get his feet under him before he heard the quick whir of a garrote wire, and he shoved his hand up near his neck. It just barely caught the wire in time, grinding against the metal of his hand, and as he tried to find his center again, the familiarity struck him again, more distinct than before. He stumbled backward and she hit a car with a grunt, but her grip didn't loosen. For a moment he tried to get the wire completely away, but the angle was bad and she had too much leverage where she was hanging off his shoulders. With his free hand, he reached up and gripped with the intent of throwing her over his shoulder. He started to, and then he froze, memories hitting him straight in the stomach like a brick.

She fell barely a foot away from his aborted move.

"Natasha," he gasped, and she stopped, half a second from throwing something at him. His eyes were wide, and he didn't know- what the hell was going on? He stumbled back half a step, bumping into the car again, and this time he didn't move.

She got to her feet, still holding that small disc in her hands. Her expression was hopeful but her body language was wary, angled so that she could throw it at him and make a run for it if she needed. Smart, but she'd always been smart. "Yasha," she returned evenly.

"What the hell is going on?" he asked, and he didn't even care how desperate it came out.

She glanced over his shoulder nervously, then back at him. "Not now, we need to leave."

He didn't know how to think about where he was or how he'd gotten to this specific point in time, but he could get them out. Leaving was easy. They started to run, moving together like no time had passed since they'd been on the same side. No words were necessary; when Natasha moved one way, he knew it meant they were about to take a hard left, and they moved in tandem. The deafening sound of a mini gun spitting bullets started, but it wasn't at them. She glanced towards the noise, slowly an almost unnoticeable amount.

He grabbed her arm and made her keep pace, gruffly saying, "They'll be fine." The target was up, and without him the others didn't stand a chance. If they took too long, there would be news sites coming to film, and they wouldn't be able to kill him; they would definitely take too long, the idiots.

They made it far enough away, he took off the mask, and she lifted a hoodie for him. In DC, there wasn't really such a thing as 'out of the way'. Where there wasn't video surveillance, there were guards, and most of the time there were both. So when they stopped to try and formulate a plan, it wasn't because they were completely hidden, it was because they were as out of the way as they could be. There weren't any safe houses that would actually be safe. Fury was dead-- god, Bucky had killed him, he hadn't thought about it at the time, but that had been the last major defense against Hydra and he'd shot that chance without a though-- Hill was in the wind likely dead, and Rogers and Wilson were the ones in need of rescue.

Natasha let out a frustrated breath. "We need backup." But there wasn't any.

"What about Stark?"

Natasha looked at him sharply. "We aren't dragging him into this mess."

Bucky raised an eyebrow, staring at her flatly. "Right. Hydra taking over won't effect him at all." He knew it had been a damn long time since he'd known her, but since when did she care about people this way? Stark could more than take care of himself-- the multiple failed assassination attempts by Hydra were proof enough about that-- and if he could take care of himself, there was no reason for her to be worried. No reason that Bucky could think of right now, at least.

"We aren't in New York."

"He has a flying suit," Bucky said drily.

"We have no way of contacting him," she tried.

Bucky held up a phone he'd swiped from someone's bag-- they'd survive, they had another one for some reason. Hoodie pockets were great. He also had a couple snacks in there, but they were for after Natasha made the phone call that would save their asses. He cared about whatever was holding her back, but not more than he cared about their lives.

With a regretful sigh, she snatched the phone from his hand and dialed, the number clearly memorized to perfection even though she couldn't have had much cause to use it.

It was several, long rings before Tony answered, a confused, "Hello?"

"It's Natasha." There was a shy, hesitant quality to her voice, and Bucky wondered when he'd stop being surprised by things now that he was... himself again.

A pause, then, in a tone too casual to be genuine, Tony said, "You know, there was some footage of that epic battle you just got into. I know some drivers can be dumb, but I think you took it a little too hard this time. You gotta learn to take deep breaths and let it go. Maybe we should pencil you in for some meditation time with Bruce. So Steve and that other guy-- you know, the handsome one in the green shirt, he looks kinda familiar, maybe he should drop by when all is said and done-- got taken in by some people in SHIELD uniforms, and you vanished. I'd be offended you didn't call me in to join the party, but I'm guessing that's what this is. Unless you wanted to RSVP for the New Years party. Six months early is a bit much, but you spy types are always on top of things."

Natasha smiled, but her tone was clear of it when she responded. "Not sure about New Years yet, but we could use some support down here."

"Already in the suit. Where are you?"

"What, you can't trace the call?"

"Not while I'm tracking the transport that has Stevie-boy in it. Am I grabbing him or you first?"

"Him. Yasha and I can survive a little longer without you."

"Who the hell is Yasha?"

Natasha's eyes flickered to Bucky. "Long story."

"Okay," Tony said, drawing out the second syllable to show how much he didn't like that brushoff. "This number good to reach you at?"

"We'll hold on to it until we hear from you." Normally she would ditch it right away, but there was no point when they had no other way to contact him.

"I'd tell you when to expect a call except I'm breaking my own safety protocols right now, so maybe I'll die in a fiery twist of metal like my nanny always predicted. Stay safe," he said, then hung up.

"You're close," Bucky noted.

"Not really," she said, but she had to know that he could tell when she was lying. It was probably a soulmate thing that he always knew when she was telling the truth and when she wasn’t, because she'd always been able to fool handlers.

Bucky didn't say anything to that, just pulled a cap from his hoodie pocket and offered it to her.

She put it on and looped her hair through the hole in the back. "I did a profile on him right after Iron Man. We talk, but he doesn't trust me."

"Anyone other than me trust you?" he asked, arm around her shoulders as they started walking again.

"A few people." The one that recruited her to SHIELD. Fury, before he had died, maybe Hill as well. Steve might. He'd seen something about the Avengers before, but they seemed more like individuals with a common goal than a team. The fact that Natasha hadn't automatically called them was proof enough that they weren't a team.

By the time the dust settled, it was obvious that Hydra had counted on Iron Man being out of the way. Bucky could recall some of Hydra talking about the Mandarin and the aftermath keeping Stark busy, but he didn't think that was important to share. Iron Man was there, a hell of a lot more firepower and brainpower than they'd planned for. Fury was alive and Hill was with him, which explained where they'd been at the start of this mess. Well, Fury was barely alive. He'd kind of been shot to hell, and Bucky made eye contact with him exactly once to make sure he wasn't taking it personally. Maybe Fury trusted Natasha, but Bucky was part of the much larger group of 'everyone else' aka 'people he didn't trust'.

It was ridiculously impressive how much everyone trusted Natasha actually. She might think she was untrustworthy, but everyone in the room believed in her. Proof? They'd all given Bucky suspicious looks and Stark had outright asked why they were trusting the guy that had been attacking them a couple hours ago, and all Natasha had to say was, "He's on our side," to shut them up.

"Anyone need a place to stay?" Tony asked. Then, without waiting for an answer, "Of course you do. You-" he pointed at Fury and Hill "-lost your fancy carriers and compromised your entire organization. And you three-" Steve, Natasha, and Sam, but not Bucky since he'd basically been a Hydra attack dog "-lost your homes when they fucked up. C'mon, the tower's great. Pepper won't even be able to get mad at me for inviting all of you back."

"Why would Pepper be mad at you?" Steve asked.

"She doesn't like half of you. Natasha's her buddy, but she doesn't know Sam or Bucky. You SHIELD higher ups though, you're on thin ice. Something about paperwork and an inefficient organization, I don't really know."

As they'd been doing all day, they just listened to Tony and followed after him. It was easy to do that when Tony was constantly proving to make the right decisions. Besides, who else were they going to listen to? Fury? He was the only other one with ideas, but right now he was bedridden, so his usual intimidation tactics didn't work. Plus he had a hell of a lot of work to do to rebuild SHIELD, and none of them needed to be there for that.

Tony decided that instead of flying out to the Tower and grabbing the quinjet to get all of them, they were just going to drive. Bucky wasn't allowed, Sam refused, and Steve was banned from ever driving when Tony was around. Natasha could have, but Tony offered then went off to find a rental. Which meant that none of them got to complain when he showed up in a minivan with a gleeful smile. Of course, that did mean that no one sat in the front seat next to him since Sam and Steve had paired off and Natasha wasn't letting Bucky out of arm's reach.

"This is fun," Tony said. "It's like I'm the mom-friend of the group. Wait until Rhodey hears about this, he'll mock you all silly, normally I'm the one that has to deal with that. And since none of you are in the passenger seat and get to complain, you have to deal with my music." He turned on something with lots of drums and screeching guitars, but after the first song he switched it to only be sounding in the front.

The rest of them were silent for most of the drive. Steve was trying to process the fact that Bucky was alive but was nothing like how he'd used to be. They wouldn't be able to talk about it with everyone here, and that was if they talked about it at all. Bucky was closed off, silent and brooding. Natasha had mentioned the phrase 'tall dark and handsome' before, and he was pretty sure that was the category Bucky fell into now, as opposed to well groomed and a gentleman like he'd been before.

Sam... well Bucky didn't know Sam all that well, but he was probably thinking about how weird it was that one day he'd been having breakfast and the next he was in a minivan with half the Avengers plus a newly retired Hydra assassin. That had to mess with anyone. As for Bucky and Natasha, well, they were used to not talking.

"Sorry I ripped the steering wheel out," Bucky said to Sam.

Sam grunted. He probably wanted an apology for trying to kill him, but Bucky would spend the rest of his life saying that to people if he started now so he didn't care very much.

"He's grumpy because he hasn't had something to eat all day," Natasha said.

"That sounds like an excuse to go to McDonald's," Tony called from the front, opting to yell over the music rather than turn it down. But he did turn it down when he got to the drive thru window because he was a nice guy. And because he was an even nicer guy, he got burgers for everyone, not just himself and Sam. But he was the only one that got a milkshake. Not that Bucky or Natasha minded, but he hadn't even offered. It was the principle of the matter.

"Do they know about you?" Bucky asked her in a low tone. Steve, with his enhanced hearing, would've been able to make out the words if he spoke Russian.

"No."

"You going to tell them?"

"It hasn't come up."

Bucky snorted. Just because no one had directly asked her if she was enhanced didn't mean the topic hadn't come up. She was on a team with other enhanced people, they had definitely talked about it before.

Natasha wrote down a quick summary instead of a full report. "SHIELD has bigger problems than the specifics of how they fell," was her excuse, and Bucky couldn't agree more. Steve, on the other hand, wrote down every little detail. He didn't send it anywhere, so it was likely a way for him to work through what had happened. Not that Bucky was around by the time he finished. Tony went to the kitchen then his workshop, and Sam stuck close to Steve's side. Whether that was because he was nervous or some other-- maybe soulmate related-- reason, he wasn't sure.

Natasha either had a regular room she crashed in, or she just knew which rooms were available for use, because she dragged Bucky off to one of them without checking with Stark. She locked the door as soon as they were both inside, then pointed at a door off to the side. "If you want to get cleaned up."

Bucky didn't, really. He didn't want to do much of anything because that meant dealing with everything he couldn't remember and what he'd missed. But he'd always been able to listen to her, and right now was no exception. He walked towards the bathroom and started stripping off his tac vest. All the knives and guns lined up on a side table by the bed-- less than he should've had, he was running low after the fight-- before he went all the way into the bathroom.

Memories were like sand-- you thought it was all gone until you shifted and found some more. It wasn't much, just the feeling whenever he untied his boots and pulled off his pants; it had been a while since he'd been able to do this in private. After the Red Room, he'd been kept on a damn short leash. Hydra didn't know what to do with him after that. Going on ice had hurt and made it worse for their long term plans for him. Wiping him hurt, but it did help them out temporarily. He'd been a weapon. Not an assassin, not the Fist of Hydra like Pierce had taken to calling him. A weapon, meticulously cleaned and maintained. Slight chinks were overlooked because he had still been the best weapon they had, even dealing with the issues that consistently and continuously cropped up.

The shoes had blood and dirt, and everything had been drenched in water at one point. Air drying was bullshit and made him feel crusty. He didn't really know how good laundry machines were, but the black of his pants covered any bloodstains that were there so it might not matter in the end.

He stepped in the tub and turned on the water. Did he know how to work it? No, but it's not like hot water from a shower faucet could burn him. When the water first came on, it was freezing, but it turned warm quickly. Perks of using a rich fella's shower. He saw Natasha come in, and she closed the bathroom door. Her clothes really were ruined. She hadn't had her suit, so she was in the same clothes that she'd had on the interstate. Civilian clothes couldn't take a pounding for shit. The mud probably wouldn't come out, and the blood definitely wouldn't; as she undressed, she tossed the clothes directly into the trashcan.

There was dirt crusted into her hair. She probably wasn't happy about that, said it reminded her of wading through a sewer-- Bucky never had asked why she knew how that felt when she'd been in the Red Room since she was eight. She joined him in the shower, sliding the distorted glass door across so they were closed off. She leaned her forehead against his back, neither of them moving.

"Do we have any clothes?"

"There are extras in the closet."

She hadn't checked since they entered, so she must have known that from past experience. Bucky sighed, grabbing the soap and rubbing it quickly across his chest and under his arms. It smelled pretty and floral, and it felt far too expensive. In the past fifty years, he'd had the type of soap that his healing factor had to work on. Effective in cleaning, but it stung like hell.

Natasha helpfully moved her head from where she'd been leaning against him, but otherwise she did nothing, enjoying the steam and the company.

A minute later, Bucky tried to move out of the way for her, but she stopped him with a hand on his waist and a raised eyebrow. "You're not getting out with your hair like that."

Like what? His hair was fine.

Natasha rolled her eyes like she'd been able to hear that and grabbed a blue bottle from the shelf. She squirted some of the shampoo-- also floral, dear lord, Bucky was going to smell like a fucking bouquet when he got out-- into her hand and started lathering it into Bucky's hair. He closed his eyes, ostensibly to make sure none of it got in, and leaned into her hands. She spent more time massaging his scalp than was strictly necessary, but he wasn't going to complain and she wasn't going to mention it either.

"Rinse," she said, so Bucky tilted his head back and started to work on getting all the suds out.

And after that, it was only fair to do her hair for her too. They stayed in there for a long time, but the water didn't turn cold-- perks of staying with someone rich. It was a good thing that they had nowhere to go, because now he didn't have to ask Natasha if they could stay; they had to.

Bucky dried off then collapsed on the bed without bothering to look for those clothes Natasha had mentioned. Chances were they wouldn't fit anyways. Natasha got under the covers next to him. Then she sighed. "I left the light on."

Bucky got up before she could do more than start to move, and he turned the light off before going back to bed. The mattress was like a goddamn marshmallow, the sheets a higher thread count than anything he'd touched before, and the blanket was already warming him up. It would be wonderful if it wasn't so different that it threw him off kilter. He didn't bother staying there for long before he got down and laid on the floor.

"Mm Yasha, what're you doing?"

"Sleeping," he grumbled.

She pushed herself up and scooted more towards his side of the bed, peering over the side at him. Enhanced eyesight was a perk of the serums they'd both been given. She couldn't make out his expression or exactly where his nose was, but she could see him. He was on his side, looking just as at ease as he'd ever been. Natasha liked the fluffy bed. What she would like even more, was to be next to Yasha while she slept; she always slept better when she wasn't by herself. So even though she'd been looking forward to an overly comfortable bed after months on SHIELD standard bedding, she got to her feet, pulling the blanket with her.

Bucky lifted his head when he saw her moving, and he snorted when she laid down next to him. She was even nice enough to share the blanket with him. She wrapped an arm around his waist after she got all her hair out of the way. "Get some sleep."

Tony felt like pounding his head against the wall. So he did. He was an absolute, complete, total idiot for falling in love with Natasha. The only interest she'd ever shown in him was when she'd been undercover, and she hadn't trusted him for the longest time after that. He tried so hard to let her know that she could ask him for anything, and he didn't even care that it came off as desperate because he was and she certainly knew that.

The long lost Bucky Barnes and assassin for Hydra was her boyfriend. That was not as big a surprise as the guy being alive in the first place, and he cared more about the first part than the second because he'd already known that he didn't stand a chance with her.

Thankfully, everyone had come back to the Tower with him, so he didn't have to do anything pesky like stalk them to ask what he wanted to know. He was going to make breakfast as a peace offering (and also bring Barnes clothes because he definitely did not have a bag with him, and no way in hell was he going to be able to fit in what Nat had).

The only problem with this plan was that it was nighttime. Tony sighed and headed to the workshop. "J, set an alarm for six thirty tomorrow morning, I need to remember to order breakfast."

"Of course, sir."

"Thanks buddy." Tony walked through the doors, and DUM-E activated from his charging station, wheeling out with a questioning beep. "Don't worry, kiddo, daddy's going to get some work done. Back to sleep with you."

DUM-E, of course, didn't listen, and instead went to finish arranging the spare parts Tony had around for the cars. Since he wasn't going to be in the way doing that, Tony let him have his fun and opened up a few internet windows. Time to get to work on that mess Hydra had made.

The time flew by when JARVIS gave him the set alarm, and even though Tony wasn't anywhere near done, he figured a break to recharge couldn't hurt, especially when the dealings with humans were more time sensitive.

They woke up when someone knocked on the door. Natasha groaned, then yelled, "What!" in the direction of the door.

"It's Tony! I was hoping for a little breakfast, maybe some juice, maybe the explanation about how you know Cap's old buddy!" A pause. "Or how he's alive, that would be good too!"

Natasha groaned, then yelled back, "We'll meet you in the kitchen!" She planted her face against Bucky's chest for a moment, then pushed herself up. "Do you have answers for him?"

"You know as much as I do," Bucky mumbled, rubbing at his face.

"Great," she said, stretching. There were clothes around here somewhere, she just needed to find them and hope they were big enough for Bucky to fit into. If not, well, he'd dealt with far worse than walking around in tight pants. As it turned out, there were only clothes fit to Natasha's size, and he wouldn't be able to squeeze into any of that. "I'll go ask Steve for some extras," she said, opening the door, only to pause. Right outside was a stack of jeans and a t-shirt. "Nevermind." She picked them up and turned back around, kicking the door shut. She tossed them at Bucky and he caught them, then slid them on.

"I don't really remember Steve," he said, zipping up the pants. "I don't remember what I was doing on the bridge."

"What do you remember?"

"The Red Room. Some of our missions afterwards. I... remember they-" he stopped. They'd found out about him and Natasha, and they'd sent him away because both of them were too valuable-- too well trained-- to kill. After that, just shadows of what he'd done. It was like trying to remember the details of a book he'd read years ago. He remembered a chair with jolts of electricity, he remembered the new order of Hydra and how they'd tried to convince him he was one of them, and he remembered ice. Flashes that didn't make sense. He didn't really remember Steve. More like a memory of a story he'd heard once. That wasn't what Steve would want to hear, he knew that much. "I don't remember anything important," he ended up saying.

She looked at him for a minute; she knew he was holding something back, but she didn't press him about it. And that, right there, was why they got along so well. He didn't want to talk about it, and she knew that if she waited long enough, he'd bring it up again. Not that he wanted to admit that he'd bring it up again, but, well, they both knew better. "We might as well go to breakfast before Tony thinks we abandoned him." She opened the door and Bucky followed her automatically.

Tony was munching on toast when they came in, and he pushed the massive jug of orange juice towards them. "I always thought one vintage super soldier was enough for a group, but I guess I'll have to reconsider."

Bucky shrugged as he picked up the jug. Natasha put a glass between him and the orange juice, so he redirected and poured some in the glass. "Hydra experiments," he said nonchalantly. He drained the glass, then refilled it. "Fucks with your mind sometimes." And that's all he was going to say about it.

Tony must have picked that up, because he accepted it. "Yeah, fuck Hydra, I think that's something we can all agree on. Not that I really care," he lied, "but how do you and Natasha know each other? She never worked for Hydra."

"A lot of organizations help Hydra without working for them," Natasha said, and that was all she planned on saying too.

"Do all spies have trouble answering questions like normal people, or is it just the two of you?"

"When was the last time Clint answered a question straight that wasn't about food?" Nat countered.

"You've got a point, but it doesn't match my annoyance with you so I'm going to pretend it's not true."

Bucky snorted. No one bothered to tell him the really good things. Natasha was here, and obviously that was nice, but couldn't she have mentioned that Tony was funny? He'd kinda thought coming here would only lead to avoiding Steve, not actually enjoying anything else.

Tony had ordered in, so he uncovered one of the breakfast platters and took a little for himself, then pushed the rest towards Nat. Then he opened a completely full one for Bucky. He haphazardly tossed forks into the containers, but it didn't look like he'd be surprised if they shoved their faces straight in. Whatever, he was starting with bacon anyways, he didn't need a fork for that.

"Steve's not an easy person to keep out," Tony continued between new bites and half chewed food. "You don't have to talk to him today, and not about anything important, but when he starts cracking heads in, mine will be the first to go. You may not care about that, but I don't have a healing factor so I'd like to avoid all this possible damage."

"He wouldn't hurt you," Natasha said, rolling her eyes.

"That's what you think; he likes you."

"He likes you too."

"Not as much. I think it's the hair, he prefers long and luxurious over well sculpted beards. I think it's a bullshit forties thing."

"It's not," Bucky said. He didn't have any evidence for that, but he was pretty sure Steve had been unable to grow a beard for a while. After the serum that was probably fixed, but he wasn't over it. Or at least, that was his leading theory. Personally, Bucky had always liked a little facial hair.

"Oh yeah? You like the beard?" Tony asked with a wink.

"What's not to like?" he responded, and maybe it was a little too easy for him to say that. Natasha was too good to stare at him straight out for it, but he could tell that it perked her interest.

"You like him," she said as soon as they were alone, back in the relative privacy of their room.

"You love him."

They stared at each other.

"I have a crush," he said softly. "He's handsome and doesn't look at me like he expects something."

More silence. This should be the part where she admitted why she loved him. Bucky had never been the jealous sort, if only because that wasn't the sort of relationship they'd had. It had been intense and all consuming, but when she was working missions there wasn't room for that shit.

"I don't care." It doesn't matter if she loved someone other than him, they were still together. Another bedmate, another partner... they still had each other at the end of the day, and that was the only part he cared about. "You love him," he said again, more gentle than before. Gentle was never something he'd been good at, but it felt like what the situation needed so he tried.

Natasha swallowed. "Love is for children." And she'd never thought she had enough innocence to make it work. She didn't seem to realize that there was more to it than that. Oh when dealing with other people, she knew, but when it came to herself, it's like she forgot all the facts, all the statistics, all the reasons people behaved the way they did-- why she behaved the way she did. He understood it all too well, but that didn't mean he knew how to help.

"Is that what we had?" he mused. "Love?" Like jealousy, they hadn't worked in terms of 'love', but that was a different time for them. Already, he was settling into old patterns. He didn't quite remember why or what those patterns were, but he could feel himself sinking into them.

"Had?"

Bucky shrugged. "Have. You can't tell me you know what we're doing."

"We're... existing."

"Then why would I have a problem with you 'existing' with Tony too?"

"You're not jealous," she snorted.

That didn't even require a response; of course he wasn't. "That's my point."

She looked at him for a long moment, then shook her head.

He didn't bring it up again. Not later that night, not the next day, not the next week, and not at any point in the next month when they stayed at the Tower without really meaning to. It's just that leaving would mean having to figure out what-- if anything-- they wanted to do other than clean up after Shield. Staying meant Natasha could go about her life almost as if nothing had changed, and Bucky was able to catch up with Steve and work out the stupid amount of energy he had; staying on ice and being half starved meant he was never restless, but Tony kept insisting that he eat until he was full and this was the result-- fuck Tony.

So when Bucky finally got an official answer from Natasha, it was over a month after he asked. Bucky was sharpening knives in the living room, all of them spread out on the carpet next to him on the ground. She sat on the couch behind him and said, "You're right."

Of course, he had no fucking idea what that meant, because they hadn't been talking about anything this could apply to today. "About?"

"Tony."

Unfortunately, that didn't clear it up for him. He said a lot about Tony, and he already knew he was right about all of it.

They sat in silence for a minute before she elaborated. "How I feel about him."

"Yeah." A month wasn't that long for an admission. Tony might disagree if they ever got around to telling him, but he was what, forty? Natasha was twice that, and Bucky was maybe older, depending on how you calculated it.

"You like him too."

"Course I do, I already told you that."

"You said it was a crush," she said, and the implication hung heavy in the air. It had only been a crush when he said it, because he was Tony fucking Stark, and he was Iron Man, and he was gorgeous, and he'd seen shit but still grinned every day like it didn't matter. Tony made everything easy but let you pretend it wasn't, and Bucky fell for him in the same way. Cause honestly, who the hell saw the Winter Soldier and decided they could force him to go to a carnival just to hold all the prizes they won? Tony, that's fucking who. Not that Bucky had gone alone, he'd dragged Natasha along, ostensibly so he wasn't suffering by himself but she'd definitely known better and Tony probably had too.

The slight tightness in his chest was completely irrational; Natasha already knew what it had become, and she was just as okay with it as Bucky was with her own feelings. It was a conditioned response to admitting anything he cared about though, so he swallowed past it and said, "Was."

"Are we telling him?"

The knife made a clear sound against the stone as he slid it along the edge. "Why bother?"

"He... might be interested."

Bucky hummed noncommittally. It's not that he thought she was wrong, but he didn't think it would go anywhere good. Tony was... different. He wasn't like them. He was a hero, they were ex-Soviet assassins that did good things mostly by accident-- well, he did, Natasha actually tried. And if he was interested and they did end up with it going towards a future together, Tony was still going to end up dead long before both of them. That wasn't something he wanted to get caught up in. It just... wouldn't be worth it. Tony was worth a whole goddamn lot, but Bucky didn't want to invite that kinda heartbreak.

Sometimes it felt like Natasha could read his mind, because she leaned forward, hair swishing against his ear and pressing a soft kiss to his temple. "You-" another kiss, this time to his cheek "-are so-" a kiss to his jaw "-stupid."

"Thanks?"

"If you don't have a good reason, we're telling him."

"And if I say it makes me uncomfortable?"

She kissed his cheek again before leaning back to her former position. "I would say you're lying and that means I don't have to listen to you. So don't try that."

"Could I say anything to stop this?"

Natasha curled a hand up his next to tangle her fingers in his hair. She scratched lightly at his scalp, and he stopped trying to sharpen his knives to enjoy it. "I'm not trying to force you into this. But I thought it was something we both wanted. I've seen the way you look at him, and there's no reason he wouldn't fit between us."

"Don't say it like that or he'll think you mean sex."

"Is that a yes?"

"You know it is."

Natasha hummed. "I suppose we'll have to plan how to ask him."

He picked his hands back up and went back to work. "You're overthinking it. We ask him to dinner as a date, and that's our answer."

"Tony, would you like to go to Geraldi's tonight?" Natasha asked. Tony was hunched over the shop's table working, Bucky was working on one of his cars, and Natasha was stacking the items in the fridge until Bucky wanted help.

"Sure."

"As a date?"

Tony's head popped up, frowning. He looked at her, then Bucky, then back to her. "Uh. Did I miss something?"

"Not as far as I know," Bucky said from where he was putting a muffler together.

"Okay," Tony said slowly.

"Great! We'll leave here at seven."

Tony opened his mouth to say that that's not what he'd meant, but he closed it a moment later, frowning. "Seven, got it." He'd figure out what was going on later. For now, he was going to finish what he was doing. As for later, he was going to enjoy dinner when it happened because he fucking loved Geraldi's, and he wasn't going to let the impossibility of it being a date ruin the food.

Bucky said something, but it was in Russian, and all Tony knew in Russian was 'more vodka' and 'take me home'; it hadn't really been a problem until now. "That wasn't very clear."

"It was clear enough."

Bucky snorted, and Tony looked over in worry. "Not you, doll. Tricking him into saying yes does not count."

Natasha scowled at him. "I'll make it clear over dinner."

"I thought we didn't want him to misunderstand. He'll think that's sex."

Her scowl deepened.

"Is something wrong?" Tony asked, concerned.

"No," they said together.

That did not make him feel better. He sighed and went back to what he was doing. It wasn't exactly soothing, but it was something to do other than worrying about whatever the hell they were talking about.

Tony drifted off to sleep, and Natasha looked over to see Bucky glaring at her.

"What?" she hissed.

"You said he wouldn't misunderstand," Bucky accused. Quietly, of course, because he didn't want to wake Tony up.

"And he didn't!"

"You're not supposed to have sex on the first date, even I know that."

"Don't be so judgmental, lots of people do that. And we've known him for a while, so it's hardly a first meeting. We went on a date and then we came home and had sex, that's a perfectly reasonable first date when we've been friends for so long!"

Bucky's glare deepened. "Wait and see, tomorrow he'll wake up and try to sneak off."

"No he won't."

"He will. He thinks it was a one night affair, you don't stick around after those."

"We're in his bed!"

"And that won't stop him!"

They stopped having a whispered argument over his body as they switched to just glaring at each other over his body. If he woke up right now, he would get quite the view.

"Go to sleep, Yasha."

"We fucked this up," Bucky grumbled.

"If he tries to leave, lay on top of him."

"What? Why can't you do it?"

"You way a hundred pounds more. Don't be a baby," she said, then laid down so Bucky couldn't argue with her further.

"Hmph." He laid down, curling into Tony's warmth. It was easier to do with Natasha since she knew he wanted that and could accommodate it, but after curving in as much as he could without achieving his goal, he hoped Tony wouldn't mind if Bucky rearranged him a little. Pick up an arm, slide under it, wiggle a leg between his, and Bucky finally felt situated enough to relax.

Unsurprisingly, he was right, and he gave a pointed look to Natasha-- that she rolled her eyes at-- before dragging Tony back down onto the bed. "Where ya goin'," he mumbled.

"Uh," Tony blanked at first, clearly not having expected to be caught, "the 'shop? I've got a couple projects I need to work on-"

"Liar," Natasha muttered. Her voice was low, but still loud enough that Tony could definitely hear. "You were running away for no reason."

"Oh there's a reason, and I think it's pretty obvious what that is. So if you'll just," Tony trailed off, trying unsuccessfully to dislodge Bucky's arm around his waist.

"As the one that got us into this mess Natasha, you have t' fix it." Plus he was tired and words were hard to form. He could totally kill someone right now, but have a heart to heart? That was beyond what he could do this close to waking up.

"If 'fix it' is code for kill me, you really really don't Natasha. We're friends, aren't we? You wouldn't kill one of your friends." Tony's voice was half joking half panicked.

"What the idiot means is that last night was a date. As a precursor to other dates until you're comfortable with letting us call you our partner."

Tony blinked. "What."

"Like dating one person, only instead of one person, there's two of us."

Bucky snorted. "Eloquent."

"If you're not going to do better, shut it."

"Three person relationship instead of two?" he offered, then yawned.

"This isn't a joke, right?" Tony asked. "Cause if it is, it's mean and you should confess right now before I get it into my head that this is actually happening."

"It's happenin' now will you go back to sleep?" Bucky grumbled. He only wanted one more hour, that wasn't so much to ask in his opinion.

"What Bucky means is that no, it's not a joke. It's a serious offer, and you can think about it for as long as you want. If that includes some time alone right now, you can take it. If not, then pull the covers back up because it's getting cold."

Tony did nothing for a long moment, then pulled the blanket up. "You are two very confusing people." Another pause. "I feel like I'm going to regret this, but not as much as you fuckers will."

Natasha smothered her laugh, then spread her hand over Tony's chest. "Noted."

"You can't make me regret anything more than I already do," Bucky claimed, yawning again.

"I was making a joke, and you just break my heart," Tony said.

"I'll try not to."

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mistymark · 6 years ago

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the one with the internship.

part of the 100 things we’ve said project // mark lee x reader // 6.3k words // masterlist // send requests here

summary; in which mark and y/n have to live together during an internship upon meeting but it turns out they’ve met before

warnings; referenced drunk activities, actual drunk activities, I think they kiss once (and its on the cheek lol), mark lee is just really awkward

requested; yes :) - “Can I please request a 100 things we’ve said scenario or drabble for mark? 76 + 40 and could you make both the reader and mark super awkward?” from my baby mochie nonnie

notes; so long and no pay off lol, sorry // prompts are: “I’m going to bed” “that’s the bathroom” + “I have to go, uhh… iron my, um, cat.”

Your first real kiss happened during your third week of college. Discounting your actualfirst kiss with Lee Jongho in 6thgrade, and the time Choi Hyunjae stuck his tongue down your throat during a game of Truth or Dare, and the time you kissed Im Jisoo during a game of spin the bottle, your first kiss was at a college party, thrown in celebration of one completed month of college (which, apparently, included O week).

A little bit too drunk – and a little bit too desperate for your own liking – you latched onto the gorgeous boy that stood in front of you in the line to the bathroom, who was also a little drunk and a little desperate. All you remember: making out with a stranger in the tiny bathroom of a house whose owner you didn’t know.

Having been your first wild college party, it was needless to say that you didn’t really remember much of that night, including the boy. You didn’t think you even asked his name, and his face was a little too blurry to put back together the next morning.

You had ranted to your friends for any possible descriptors of the guy, but it had seemed that you weren’t the only one who couldn’t place the stranger. You remembered he was taller than yourself, but not too tall - the perfect height to make out with if you were sitting on a bathroom counter – and his dark hair was really soft. Drunk you loved playing with his hair.

And maybe it was the fact that that kiss was your first real kiss. Or maybe it was the guy you had it with. But either way, it stuck with you.

“Wanna go grab a coffee?” Lucas asked you, packing up the last of his notes as he stood up. The lecture theatre was slowly emptying, and you knew he wanted an excuse to stay behind to eye up the attractive new TA, so he waited for you.

“Can’t. He wanted to see me about a possible internship,” you said, nodding your head towards the professor. “What are you doing in half an hour?”

Lucas shrugged, mindlessly tugging at the strap of his laptop bag that hung off his shoulder, as he stared at the TA, who was busy packing up the professor’s dropped notes, “Nothing. Why?”

You laughed at his distracted state, punching him in the shoulder lightly, “For coffee, dumbass. You alright?” You waved a hand in front of his face, just as the TA happened to be glancing up.

Lucas quickly grabbed your hand and pushed it away from his face, a wide smile etched onto his face, “Yeah. Sounds good. Usual place?”

He lazily started walking down the stairs, his long legs allowing him to walk down two at a time. You followed, grabbing the last of your things, “Perfect. See you soon.”

Lucas saluted you as he walked out, mouthing a ‘good luck’. You smiled and waved as the door swung shut behind him.

“Ah, Miss L/N. You know what this meeting is about, so I’ll be brief. I have a friend who works at Oscorp, needs two lab assistants for a new project, asked me for my top students and,” he cracked a smile at you, “that happens to be you. What do you think?”

You felt your eyes widen in shock, “At Oscorp? Internships there are super competitive. What’s the process? Application, interview, trial…?”

Your professor chuckled, “Not quite. There will be an interview, just to make sure you’re right for the job. Otherwise, it’s yours if you want it.”

“So… you’re going to work for Oscorp now?” Lucas stared at you with wide eyes as he bit into his sandwich.

“Hopefully. I guess I still need to pass the interview, but from what Dr. Song said, it doesn’t sound like the position has been advertised,” you raised an eyebrow at him as he almost choked on his food. “But yeah, I’m pretty excited. Internships there are really rare. They only accept like twelve each year.”

Lucas smiled, “Tell me about it. I applied there last year and didn’t even make it to the interview stage.” He shot you an accusatory look, “Youdidn’t even apply. You probably could’ve been working there already! Top of the class and all.”

You looked down at your tiny muffin, “I don’t know. It’s a great opportunity. There’s only two of us for this ‘new project’ Song was talking about. From our class, I think.”

“Oh sho yew mite no ‘em,” Lucas said, through a mouthful of food. He looked around the café, glancing up at the antique clock by the door. Suddenly, his eyes widened, his hands immediately reaching for his phone to double check the time, “Fuck, I have class in eight minutes. I gotta go. Text me later, yeah?”

You nodded as you watched him shove the rest of his sandwich into his mouth, haphazardly grabbing his keys and wallet and laptop bag and sprinting out of the cafe.

“Excuse me,” you walked up to the receptionist, the office to its left bright and modern, a man in a pressed, no doubt expensive,suit leaning back casually in his chair as he spoke to a younger man, whose face you couldn’t see. You offered the receptionist a warm smile, “Hi. I’m Y/N L/N, here for an interview with Mr Kim?”

He grinned back, gesturing with his pen to a plush couch by the entrance, “Of course, just take a seat and I’ll let you know when you’re welcome to go in.”

You nodded and moved to follow where he had pointed, “Thank you.”

You sat down, amazed by your surroundings. Oscorp was impressive from the outside, but the inside was much more exciting. The first two floors were strictly educational, offering tours for schools and colleges, the open space open and inviting with its museum-like layout and grand displays. Glass elevators ran through the centre of the building, to the higher floors where labs, testing sites, offices and board rooms were situated. You didn’t doubt you would get lost if you ever worked here, after having to check and double check that you had the right floor before approaching the receptionist.

Mr Kim’s office was situated on one of the highest floors of the building, and the glass windows everywhere gave you a full view into each office and room, as well as stunning views of the city. You distracted yourself with the balancing metal object in the centre of the waiting room, pushing it and spinning it on its tiny little pin, the weight on each side perfectly balanced.

Upon hearing the door creak open, your head shot up as you watched the man in the suit lead a much younger man to his office door, ushering him out with a smile. Mr Kim looked at you, “Just give me one moment to take a call, and I’ll be right with you. Kevin, offer Miss Y/N a drink, would you?”

You nodded at Mr Kim as he shut the door again, and waved a dismissive hand at a distressed Kevin, gesturing that no, you were fine, you don’t want a drink, but thank you. He stood up and leant over the desk to talk to the younger man who had just left the office, “How was it? Scary?”

“Nah, man, Mr Kim is great,” the young man grinned and grabbed Kevin’s outstretched hand, attempting a bro hug from opposite sides of the desk.

“I’m so glad you got the internship,” Kevin said, a grin on his face. He lowered his voice, jutting his chin towards you, “She’s in for her interview, too.” You pretended not to hear them, keeping your attention on your phone.

“Hey, Y/n,” Kevin called out to you, waving you over. When you walked over, you finally noticed how young he was, looking only a few years older than yourself. “This is Mark, he just got accepted.”

Mark turned to you and you felt your stomach drop, visions of him pulling you into his body and of his lips on yours filling your head suddenly. He looked the same as you remembered – tall; dark, floppy hair; cute smile. Features you hadn’t even remembered jumped out at you, your mind screaming at you, It’s him.He seemed to recognise you, too, his mouth falling open but no sounds coming out.

You cleared your throat, sticking your hand out, “I’m, um, Y/N.”

He nodded, as if he remembered, sliding his hand into yours, “Right. Yeah, err, Mark.”

You heard the door open but you held each other’s gaze. Mr Kim stood to your left, “Y/N, whenever you’re ready.” He waited with the door open.

“I… should go,” You said, vaguely gesturing over your shoulder at the office.

You turned before he had started to speak. “Oh, same. I have to go, uhh… iron my, um, cat,” Mark said after you.

You were too stunned to recognise the utter incorrectnessof his statement. As the door to the glass office closed, you heard Kevin’s laugh, “Dude! That was awkward as shit! What was that?”

You took a deep breath as Mr Kim walked back to his chair and sat down, lowering yourself into one of the leather seats on the other side of his desk. For a moment, neither of you said anything, as Mr Kim looked at you in amusement.

When you felt the need to break the silence, you opened your mouth, but he beat you to it, his eyes focused in the direction of the receptionist, “You have met Mr Lee before? Or are you just extremely awkward around new people?”

You felt your face flush as you turned around in your seat, Mark still leaning on the other side of Kevin’s desk. His eyes caught yours in alarm, and he pushed off the desk and nodded goodbye to Kevin, disappearing into the hallway and in the direction of the elevators. You looked back at Mr Kim, “We have met, yes. And no, I’m generally not awkward around new people. Well, at least not thatawkward.”

Mr Kim laughed as he focused his attention back onto you, “Well, then, this’ll be fun.” When you gave him a confused look, he continued. “My latest project is looking at the DNA of reptiles, and their healing properties. To do this, however, I need raw, wild extracted DNA. Dr Song tells me you have a student free week next week, right?” You nodded. “I’m looking at sending a team to a wildlife park just north of the city, and, with full permission from the rangers and ecologists, extracting the required DNA. As an assistant, you’ll mostly be handling the samples and helping out in the lab, rather than doing the exciting wildlife hunting, but, would you be interested?”

You smiled, “Definitely. Where is it, exactly?”

He nodded at your question, his hand resting against his chin, “Sunnyvale National Park. About two hours drive from here. We have a full lodge up there, near one of the Oscorp facilities. You’ll be staying with our other intern.”

“M-Mark?” You asked.

His grin widened at your reaction, “Yes. Mark. Can’t hurt to have a familiar face, I’m sure?”

You tried to give him a genuine smile, but you were pretty sure he could see right through it, “Of course. Nothing could be better.”

“You’re kidding,” Lucas said, throwing a Rubik’s cube up in the air and catching it repeatedly from your desk chair. Until you had confirmation of your adventure as an Oscorp assistant, you hadn’t told him about the internship. When you’d finally received the information, you’d called him immediately. He had said he’d come over and help you pack, but the most he’d done was criticise your fashion choices while he played with whatever random objects he could find in your room. “The guy you hooked up with… is the guy you have to live with for a week.”

“Well, technically, it’s five days. But, yeah, you could say that,” you focused on your attention on the clothes in front of you, averting your gaze from Lucas and his cocky smile. When there was a lull in the conversation, and you’d successfully packed everything, you groaned, “Oh my God, it was so awkward. You have no idea.”

“Is he hot?” Lucas stopped tossing the Rubik’s cube from hand to hand and stared at you, a small smile playing on his face.

You paused for a moment, thinking about it. After a moment, you nodded, “Yeah.” You threw a discarded sweater at him, “Good to know drunk me still has good taste, huh?”

He whistled as he spun in the chair, “More like; Good to know you don’t regret it.”

You threw an empty binder at him, before breaking out into fits of giggles. He stood up, “Do you want me to drop you off?”

Nodding, you lifted your duffel bag from your bed, “Yeah, thanks. Can you take-?”

Lucas bent down to grab your suitcase, packed with all your study equipment and homework (as well as the occasional makeup product), and headed towards the door. “You’ll text me, yeah? I was kind of banking on you to be my motivation this week.”

“Of course,” you offered him a warm smile as you began the short walk to where the car would be picking you and Mark up for the two-hour journey.

The weather was cool, but not too cold to be unpleasant, so you were looking forward to your study retreat at the national park. When you arrived at the pick up point, Mark hadn’t arrived yet, so Lucas stood and waited for the car with you. He tugged on the sleeves of his jacket, “If he doesn’t show up, do you think I could go?”

You laughed, “I’m sure he didn’t drop out. And if he did, someone else would be here right now.”

He raised an eyebrow at you, “And how do you know that the fill-in isn’t me?”

You knew his grades for this class were rather low in comparison to his other classes, but you didn’t want to admit that you knew. “You’re right. Will you do the honour of accompanying me on this trip?”

“Only if the other guy doesn’t show up,” Lucas winked at you.

“Uh, sorry to ruin the fun, but, um, the car’s over there,” Mark’s voice alerted you of his approach, pointing to a dark van on the other side of the road. He was dressed plainly in black jeans and a blue denim jacket, and he wasn’t carrying any bags. Oh shit,you thought. They’ve been waiting for me while I stood here like an idiot.

“Right, sorry. I thought they were going to park over here,” you awkwardly glanced down at your feet. Suddenly, realising that you should probably get a move on, you looked up at Lucas and wrapped an arm around him, “I’ll see you later, then?”

He nodded and hugged you back, grinning at you as he pulled away. He lifted his hand and messed up your hair purposefully, “Kill it, kid.”

You rolled your eyes, yelling at him as you crossed the road, “I’m older than you, asshole!”

The drive to the retreat had been pleasant; only yourself and Mark had been in the van, but the mountains of equipment surrounding you forced you to sit beside each other in the first row of seats. You had both attempted to make some conversation as you sat down and got comfortable, but after a while you both had earphones in and eventually Mark fell asleep.

The road itself that led to the lodge you’d be staying at was bumpy, and you honestly couldn’t figure out how Mark could sleep through it, his head occasionally bumping against the window as the van rumbled along the loose stone. When you pulled up at the lodge – a series of small wooden cabins with wraparound porches and chimneys – you nudged Mark’s shoulder slightly, attempting to wake him up.

He groaned when you pushed him harder, his head pressing firmly against the window, “Ughh, what?”

“Um, we’re here,” you whispered. You weren’t sure why you were whispering, but you pulled away from him and stepped out of the van, being met with groups of Oscorp employees carrying large equipment boxes and suitcases between cabins and vans. You waited by the door to the van with your duffel bag and suitcase, unsure of where to go.

“Mr Lee, Miss L/N, so good to see you. This is Jaehyun, my assistant, and Kevin, you already know,” he gestured in turn to the two guys standing beside him; both young, both very attractive. “They will be taking care of you for the duration of this trip,” he turned to face the two, “Take them to their cabin, and explain curfews and work hours for me, would you?”

They both nodded simultaneously, Jaehyun taking the lead and guiding you to your cabin, while Kevin put his hand to your back, gesturing for you to walk ahead while he helped you with your bags. Your cabin was at the end of the row, closest to the lake, and it was obviously the smallest among the cabins. It was simple, two bedrooms, a living area, fireplace and dining table, with a bathroom and toilet.

You dumped your bags onto one of the beds and thanked Jaehyun and Kevin for helping you.

“We’ll be right next door; if you need anything, just ask,” Jaehyun said, pointing over his shoulder, where the next cabin was located outside.

“You’ll be expected to be at the lab by 9am, breakfast is any time after 7, and dinner is at 7pm every night. No curfew, but it’s suggested everyone is inside by 10pm so we don’t disturb any wildlife,” Kevin grinned at you and Mark, saluting you as he shut the door as he left with Jaehyun. The gesture made you miss Lucas slightly, but you grinned and turned to Mark.

“So, work doesn’t start til tomorrow, anything you want to do?”

He looked around, “I actually should get some work done; don’t want to get behind.” He pulled a face, furrowing his brows and looking confusedly at the ground, making you laugh.

“Sounds good. Are you in Dr Song’s class?” You grabbed your suitcase and unzipped it, fishing through your belongings to find your laptop and textbook, letting your items fall to the ground beside you.

Mark was doing the same, digging through his backpack for a pen, “Uh, no. I had him last year for Intro to Physics, and he’s head of the faculty, so I’ve had to go through him about a few projects.”

You nodded, standing back up and setting your laptop up on the dining table, “Oh, cool. Top of the class, I presume?”

His face went bright pink, and he let his hair fall down over his eyes as he logged onto his computer. He cleared his throat, “Uh, yeah, I guess.”

Cute, you thought, before snapping yourself out of your thoughts to focus on your work.

“Hey,” you flicked Mark’s forehead with your pen for the fifth time to no avail. This boy could sleep through anything. “Mark, hey. Hello?” You drummed your pen against his head again, and you watched as his eyes flickered open again.

“Huh?” He sat up, a small crease imprinted on his cheek from where it was resting on his calculator. “What time is it?”

“It’s 9pm. We missed dinner,” you whispered, your eyes wide.

“Oh,” he straightened in his chair, looking over his work with a confused expression. “Do you want something to eat? I brought a few muesli bars.”

You chewed on your bottom lip in thought before nodding, “Yes, please.”

He walked over to the pile of bags on the floor, where all your belongings were splayed out on the floor around your suitcase. You heard him clear his throat as you packed up. Turning around, you saw him using his pen to hold up a pair of your underwear, “Are these yours?”

You nodded, feeling blood rush to your cheeks as you grabbed your things and threw them back into the suitcase, tossing the lid back up, “Sorry. I forgot I didn’t clean up.”

He didn’t meet your eyes, “No, it’s okay. Here.” He held out the muesli bar out to you.

You took it gingerly, taking a small bite, “Thank you.”

“Rise and shine, delinquents!” Jaehyun’s voice could be heard from the cabin’s front door, his loud knocking easily waking you up. “Mark! Y/n! It’s 8am!”

From under your covers, you could hear Kevin yelling at him to hurry up for breakfast and Jaehyun’s heavy footsteps retreating from your porch. Groaning, you threw the covers back and heaved yourself out of bed, going to the bathroom to turn on the shower before stopping at Mark’s door.

You knocked loudly, “Mark! Get up!”

You heard him mumble something in response, so you walked back to the bathroom to shower. It was only then did you notice the bathroom didn’t have a lock. Dammit, you thought. Here’s to hoping he hears the water running.

You managed to make it through the shower with no interruptions, but after wrapping your towel around you, you heard a hesitant knock, “Y/n? Can I grab my glasses? I think I left them in here.”

Looking down at your nude state, only a towel wrapped around you, you realised it would take a while to get dressed, and he needed his glasses now. “Hold on, I’ll bring them to the door.”

“Thanks. Sorry, last night I was so tired, I-” He was cut short by the door opening slightly, your damp and no doubt naked self answering the door as you thrust the glasses into his hand. He barely had a moment to react before the door was closed in his face again. Finally, he managed to find his voice, “Thanks.”

“How was your first day?” Lucas asked, his voice slightly grouchy from the bad telephone reception. “No freaks of nature, yet?”

“Only Kevin,” you said, laughing. Kevin, who was walking beside you at the time, able to hear the whole conversation, shoved you lightly, causing you to lose your balance. You laughed at his reaction before focusing back on Lucas, “No, seriously. None yet. Only tiny bottles with tiny DNA sequences.”

“Who’s Kevin?” Lucas’ voice faded slightly as the phone was brought further from his ear. “Sorry, I’m getting dressed for practice right now.”

You smiled, “I know, it’s a Tuesday night at 8:30. What else would you be doing? And Kevin is the receptionist from my interview; he’s a real pain in the ass, though.”

You winced as you felt his fist collide lightly with your shoulder, before he waved at you and walked towards his cabin, leaving you to walk the short distance to your own by yourself.

Lucas laughed, “Don’t go making enemies on your first day. How’s the hook up?”

You hesitated, “He’s… good. He’s so smart and cute as all heck, but I can barely talk to him without seeing the visions from that. I don’t know if he remembers me, to be honest.”

“A girl like you? How could he not?”

“Shut up, Lucas. How’s the TA?”

You could practically hear the grin in his voice as he spoke, “Still playing hard to get. I’ll get through, though.”

“I don’t doubt it,” you rolled your eyes, opening the door to your cabin to see Mark lying across the couch on his phone. “Anyway, I just got home. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, yeah? Have fun at practice.”

“See you. Don’t stress too much,” he hung up.

Mark sat up when he heard you hang up, “Hey, good day at work, honey?”

You laughed at the way he raised his voice, “Everything’s fine at the office. Where’s dinner?”

Mark settled back into the couch, a small smile evident on his face, “In the microwave. Reheat it if you like.”

You laughed as you took off your coat, throwing it over one of the dining chairs and coming to join him on the other couch, “How was your first day?”

He sat up, crossing his legs underneath him, “Awesome. I never thought I’d enjoy lab work this much. Actually putting this stuff into action, seeing it having an impact on real world science… it’s amazing.”

You nodded, “I know, right? The science seems so simplistic but when you see it being used… did you see the lizard they caught today?”

“The massive blue-tongue? I didn’t even know they had those here.”

Soon you had resolved to easy chatter, and by the time you resigned yourselves to your separate rooms, you felt less awkward around him, choosing to put your awkward first encounter behind you.

Days had passed and you and Mark had sorted out your routines; by day 4 it was expected that you’d wake up and go for a shower, before waking up Mark for breakfast. He’d shower after while you got ready, and then he’d walk you to your lab before pacing it to his own a few minutes’ walk away.

By Thursday, you’d begun to expect Jaehyun’s noisy wake up call. Throwing your covers off your legs, you knocked once on Mark’s door as you made your way to the bathroom, the tell-tale sound of him flicking his light switch letting you know he was awake.

At 8:15am, you were both on your way to the cafeteria for breakfast. “I can’t believe we’re leaving tomorrow,” Mark said, blowing air into his cupped hands in an effort to warm them.

You rolled your eyes and pulled a gloved hand from your jacket pocket, handing him one of your heat packs, “I know. I kinda miss waking up to, you know, heat, though.”

He laughed, his breath creating fog in the air, “True. I miss being able to feel my hands.”

“Hey, honey, I’m home,” you said, opening the door to your cabin. Mark, as usual, was lying across the couch, but this time, he was asleep. He always arrived to the cabin before you, his team finishing a little earlier than you and allowing him to go to the cafeteria for dinner a little earlier than you.

You shrugged your coat off your shoulders and walked to Mark on the couch, poking him to wake up, “Come on, if you’re tired, go to bed.”

He hummed and grabbed your hand, tugging you on top of him, his grip firm.

You felt your eyes widen as you lay on him, supporting yourself using your legs, which were firmly situated on either side of his body. “Mark,” you whispered, watching his face intently, only a few inches from your own. “Mark, wake up.”

You used your free hand to flick him on the forehead, and you watched his face his scrunch at the uncomfortable feeling. Slowly, he blinked his eyes open, slowly coming into focus the image of you lying on top of him.

Suddenly, he sat up, struggling with you on top of him, “Woah, woah, woah, what?”

Embarrassed you leant back, tugging your wrist from his grasp. He let you go with wide eyes, “Sorry. Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I promise, I was asleep. I had no idea-“

“No, no, it’s okay. Seriously,” he searched your eyes for any concern or disgust at his actions, but slowly let his gaze fall down to you straddling his legs.

Following his gaze, you realised you were still sitting on him, so you stood up, “Um, I’ll go, er, I need to brush my teeth.”

Mark followed suit, standing up and gesturing to a wooden door as he backed his way there, “Yeah. I’m going to bed.” You watched as his hand fell to the door handle.

“That’s the bathroom,” you offered him a small smile and you watched as the hand at his side clenched into an embarrassed fist as he clicked his fingers, pointing the door beside it which led to his room.

“Right. I knew that. Goodnight,” he nodded and stepped inside, letting the door close. You felt yourself let out a deep sigh. Of course once everything seemed to be going well, you had to ruin it. Stupid, stupid, stupid,you thought, bringing your hands up to your face.

“What time are you coming back?” Lucas’ message flashed on your screen, the light bouncing around the van from the gravel road.

“Should be there in two hours. We just left. Why?” You typed back.

Another message filled your screen straight away, “Party at Johnny’s frat. Wanna come? It’s time for you to blow off some steam after everything you’ve done this week.”

You looked at Mark out of the corner of your eye, sitting beside you with his headphones in. You couldn’t tell if he was awake. “Sounds good,” you typed back. You’d exchanged awkward smiles again this morning, despite all the conversations you’d had during the week and how much you knew about each other, you’d been reduced to strangers again.

“You look great,” Lucas looked at you as you locked the door of your dorm, the fabric of your dress gracefully hanging off your figure in a way that made you look both classy and hot.

“You do, too,” you looked at Lucas’ outfit appreciatively; the leather jacket that was snug on his shoulders, dark blue jeans, white tee. “Miss me?”

“Always,” he grinned as he opened the door of his car for you. “I have news,” he leant down on the roof of the car, grinning at you through the window.

“Yeah?” You asked excitedly, following him with your gaze as he walked around the front to the drivers’ side.

“I asked out the TA. We have a date tomorrow,” he clicked his tongue at you cockily. “No big deal.”

“This isa big deal,” you shoved him from your seat. Knowing he’d been crushing on the TA for weeks, you were stoked for your best friend. “Congrats, dude.”

Lucas told you about his big plan to win over your teacher’s assistant on his dinner date the following date for the remainder of the trip, excitedly planning the smallest of details. By the time you’d pulled up at Johnny’s frat, he was practically bouncing with excitement.

You both stepped out onto the quiet street, and you followed him to the door, starting to dance to the loud music that was pouring out of the house.

An hour later, and you’d lost Lucas in the crowd, were reallydrunk and reallyneeded to use the restroom. Tugging on Johnny’s sleeve, you whispered in his ear, “Johnny! Where’s the bathroom?”

He pointed to the hallway, where a long line of people were waiting and you huffed and reluctantly joined the queue. The familiar scent of peppermint and clean laundry filled your nose as you looked up in surprise to see a familiar black head of hair. You poked the guy in the back, grin widening as you met Mark’s eyes, “Mark! Hi!”

He looked surprised to see you, heat automatically rising to his cheeks as he looked over your outfit, “Y/n? Are you okay?”

“No,” you pouted, looking at the line hopelessly. “I need to use the restroom, but the line is too long!”

He looked confused for a moment, “This isn’t the drinks line?” You matched his expression as you stood on your tiptoes to look over the crowd, trying to see where the line went. He looked around before grabbing your hand, “Come on, there’s a bathroom upstairs. It’ll be empty.”

You nodded and let him lead you upstairs to a long hallway, rooms diverging off in all directions. Eventually, he stopped in front of a closed door, knocking quickly before twisting the handle and letting you inside.

“I’ll wait out here, okay?” He said, casting nervous glances down the hallway.

“No, come in,” you said, a grin on your face.

He seemed hesitant but followed you inside, awkwardly leaning back on the bathroom counter. You stood silently, not seeming to be anywhere close to using the toilet, “I think I’m having déjà vu.”

He laughed, “Of course, even when you’re drunk, you know what you’re talking about.”

“No, I’m serious. We’ve been here before. Except I was there. And you were… here,” you stared at your feet momentarily before looking up at him. “We were…”

You let your voice fade out as you took in how close you were to Mark, and how good he looked from this angle.

He was staring back at you in shock, his eyes glancing down to your lips every now and then. His voice came out in a whisper, finishing your sentence for you; “kissing.”

You felt a lazy smile make its way to your face, “Yeah. We were kissing. And then-”

His eyes widened slightly, “Don’t you need to use the toilet?”

“No,” your brows furrowed at the question. “I don’t feel so good, though. I might’ve had too much to drink.”

“Do you want to lie down? My room is down the hall.”

“You’re in a frat?”

“Yeah. Johnny’s like an older brother to me.”

“That’s cute.” You pinched his cheek as you leant in, “Frat guys are hot.” You pecked his cheek and walked out of the bathroom, stumbling slightly as you walked.

“This way,” he swiftly wrapped an arm around your waist and tugged you into his side, spinning you around to walk in the other direction down the hall. “Just lie down for a bit, okay? You’ll feel better.”

“You’re not going to rape me, are you?”

“What? Y/n, no. Never,” he stopped walking for a moment. “I’m taking you to my room so you can rest. Is that okay?”

Somewhere in your clouded brain, you thought it sweet of him to ask for your consent before taking you anyway. “Yes, that’s okay.”

He guided you to his room and let you decide how you wanted to rest, allowing you to climb under his covers and pass out in his bed. He switched off the light and shut the door, going back downstairs to notify Johnny of the unexpected guest.

Unobstructed light fled into the room as you groaned, shielding your eyes with your hand as you sat up straight, feeling slightly disoriented. Going to get out of bed like you do every morning, you realise that this was not your bed, not your room, not… anywhere you recognised. Panicked, you glanced down at your body and sighed in relief upon seeing your dress from last night still clinging to your body.

Peaking your head out the door, you decided the coast was clear and crept down the stairs slowly, the stench of cigarettes and alcohol mingling on the first floor. “You’re up earlier than expected; I was just about to check up on you. Should’ve expected it though, you were always first at the cabin.”

Mark sat on a porch swing in the living room, his eyebrow cocked at you. “How are you feeling?” He stood up and put the back of his hand against your forehead, testing your temperature.

“Better,” you asserted. “Thanks for last night, by the way.”

He laughed, “No problem. Do you want anything to eat?” Mark gestured vaguely behind him at the bowls of moist chips and cold pizza.

Just the thought of the food make your stomach turn, so you shook your head, “No, but thanks. I’ll see you around.”

“Wait, actually-“ His hand shot out to grab your wrist. When you turned around, surprised at how heart your beating and how suddenly shy he became, you smiled. He cleared his throat, “You actually, uh, made me promise to ask you something when you woke up.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion, “What?”

You watched as his chest rose as he inhaled deeply, “You made me promise I’d ask you out.”

It felt like all the blood rushed to your face as the words left his mouth, leaving you absolutely speechless. “I, um, I- what?”

He closed his eyes briefly, “Will you go out with me? Sometime?”

A smile etched its way onto your face and you nodded, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

He grinned at you sheepishly, using the hand still wrapped around your wrist to tug your forwards slightly so he could kiss you on the cheek.

When he pulled away, you were speechless, unable to string a sentence together.

“Well, I have to go, um, iron…”

“Your cat?”

He glared at you playfully, “Not my cat. It’s my rabbit this time. She’s not doing so well.” Mark lowered his gaze in mock sadness.

“Nothing a scalding iron can’t fix, I’m sure,” you laughed, patting him on the shoulder before turning towards the door. “I should get going. Again, thank you so much. Text me about that date.”

“Will do,” Mark winked, sending you off with finger guns. You were both so terribly awkward all you could do was awkwardly finger gun him back, cringing as you walked away laughing at the pure ridiculousness of it all.

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harksness · 6 years ago

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Olivia Octavius x Reader

A/N: I got a lot of people telling me they’d read my Doc Ock fic so here it is! I hope you guys like it, I'm so sorry I made you guys wait so long. I got nervous about uploading it so I kept rereading and editing it, but here it is now! I didn't have any prompts for this fic so I came up with something on the spot, I hope its okay! If you want me to write more let me know!!! xxx

Ring...

“Hello there-! Just kidding. Olivia Octavius here and this is my voicemail. I’m probably super busy doing science-y stuff, or making out with my girlfriend, so leave a message and maybe I’ll call you back. Maybe I won’t.”

You groaned in frustration, hitting the end call button. Olivia promised she would be home in time for your date of Netflix and popcorn, there's a movie she's wanted to watch for awhile now and you suggested to watch it together. She excitedly agreed, but now she was going on three hours late. She hasn’t responded to any of your texts and calls and you’re getting really worried, but still you made a mental note to bring up the “making out with my girlfriend” part of her voicemail with her later.

Chewing your bottom lip nervously, you stood from the couch, leaving behind some unwatched Netflix movie and an empty bowl of popcorn you ate up over the course of the last three hours of waiting, deciding to go out and look for her. Maybe she fell asleep working again, or she stopped by the book store on her way home. She’s done it before, and spent hours picking out books and reading through them.

She’s going to be the death of you.

Just as you slipped on your shoes, you heard the door fling open, slamming against the wall with a loud BANG! and knocking down some photos in the process. You turned your head so fast it’s surprising you didn’t break your neck, and there you see your girlfriend. She’s a mess, dirt smudged all over her suit and on her cheeks, hair tangled, and her clothes torn. She’s somehow even missing a boot.

Standing up straight, you were preparing yourself to scold her, but she hurriedly ran past you and flung herself over and onto the couch, grabbing the remote and turning it to the news.

“Babe! Look! I’m on the evening news!”

Liv pointed at the TV excitedly, the biggest grin on her face. You glanced up noticing the headline: “Who is the Octopus Woman?” the poor quality cell phone video showed your girlfriend and Spider-man fighting it out in a crowded street. “Hah! That fight was a doozy. And, that kid.. Is fascinating. His powers are fascinating, he has some sort of spider-senses, so he could sense my moves. It was really hard to fight against him. I’m gonna be sore for weeks, babe.”

She finally looked up at you, wiggling her eyebrows. You sighed, and after a moment decided to laugh at the silly gesture instead of stay mad at her. You sat down next to your dorky girlfriend as she started to ramble on about her opponent and her fight against him. She slung her arm around your shoulders, and you couldn’t help but admire how adorable she is when she gets excited. Her eyes are so bright with excitement, her lopsided grin wide as she goes on. You’d ask her questions when you could, and she would respond eagerly. When the clip ended, they started discussing who they thought this “Octopus Woman” is, and Olivia would laugh loudly and correct their theories as if they could hear her. You just smiled and laughed along with her, snuggling into her chest as she leaned back onto the couch. She started to absentmindedly draw circles on your skin as she debated with the news hosts. Olivia froze in the middle of a sentence, turning to look at you.

“Um.. Why did you make popcorn?”

You raised an eyebrow at her. For a genius, she says some silly things sometimes.

“Well, my love, popcorn is a kind of snack food that people typically enjoy eating when they watch movies, or just because it’s delicious.”

She laughed nervously before responding.

“I mean.. I missed our date, didn’t I?”

She said quietly, and you nodded. She sighed, slipping her arm from around your shoulders as she sat up, pulling the tie from her hair, shaking it out as it fell down her back like a curtain.

“I’m sorry.”

Olivia said, looking back at you. You sat up, wrapping your arms around her waist and leaning your head against her shoulder.

“It’s okay, Liv. I know you’ll make it up to me, you always do. Plus you missed it for a pretty awesome reason.”

She turned in your grasp so she could properly look at you, her intense gaze would have put you off if you weren’t used to it by now.

“It’s not okay. Yeah, fighting Spider-man was pretty badass but I would have rather been here with you. I’m so sorry, you put up with so much. Me being late all the time, missing dates, staying up late working which results in me falling asleep at work. I do that a lot! I’m never there to-”

You shushed her guilty rambling. She’s right, she does fall asleep working a lot, but she is being dramatic. She hasn’t missed many dates, or stayed late at work for months.

“This is the first date you’ve missed in months.”

She looked at you for a moment, thinking about what to say.

“That doesn’t make it okay.”

She settled for grumbling that under her breath, pouting slightly. You don’t think you’ve ever seen someone try so hard to make themselves look guilty. You laughed.

“Liv, I accepted that you’d miss a few dates since the first night you fell asleep at work. When you became Spider-man’s most feared nemesis, ‘Octopus Woman’, I just accepted it even more. Accidents happen sometimes, sometimes we forget. It’s okay.”

You tried to keep the conversation lighthearted by teasing her with the name the media gave her. She smiled warmly at you, sighing. You could tell she gave up on trying to convince you she was guilty.

“You’re too forgiving.”

“What, do you want me to punish you?”

Now it was your turn to wiggle your eyebrows suggestively. Her jaw dropped slightly, shocked at your dirty comment, but after a moment she just laughed softly.

“I think I might love that actually. Switch things up a bit.”

She leaned in towards you as she spoke those words, placing her lips on your own in a soft, sweet kiss. After all the time you’ve been dating, every time she kisses you, or does something mushy and romantic, she still manages to turn you into a lovestruck teenager all over again. Every time, she manages to make your heart jump out of your chest and your stomach turn to jelly. You chuckled at her words before your eyes fluttered close, bringing up your hands to cup her cheeks as you returned the kiss. She hummed softly at your touch, your fingers caressing over the smudges of dirt from her fight.

You pulled back reluctantly and she pouted again. You scoffed at her dorkiness before tucking a stray lock of her frizzy brown hair behind her ear.

“My darling, I would absolutely love to take you up on that offer, but you’re a mess. What happened? Why are you so dirty?”

Her eyes lit up in realization as she felt the dirt on her cheeks.

“I forgot about that.. We fought a lot, eventually I got thrown into some mud.”

“Well next time you see Spider-man, tell him he’s gonna have to deal with me for dirtying up my girlfriend.”

She laughed manically, watching you as you stood from your stop on the couch.

“Now THAT would be terrifying, even for Spider-man.”

You returned her laugh, and held your hand out to her.

“C’mon, Doc Ock. You need a bath. A long, hot bath.”

Your girlfriend held your hand as she stood.

“Yeah. You’d be surprised over how much mud is actually on me right now.”

#olivia octavius x reader #olivia octavius #doc ock #female doc ock #doctor octopus #liv octavius #liv octavius x reader

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dreammutual-remade · 7 years ago

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high school!donghyuck

request: idk if you’re taking reqs but i really like ur highscool aus so if u want to write one abt hyuck ill be :^))))))) - anonymous

word count: 5.1k

a/n: oof its been awhile unnies!!!! ive had exams for the past two weeks and I still have exams now so im sorry for not posting anything but reblogs with headassery in the tags!!! we are continuing the high school series n renjun is next!! since I got like 3 requests for him !!!!! hhehhehehheheh its gonna b cute <3 anyways hope u enjoy this I love my lil duckie baby

masterlist

mark, renjun, jeno, donghyuck, jaemin, chenle, jisung

big oof i’m gonna cry while writing this

i’m running out of creative ways to say let’s dive in

let us take the plunge

okay!!!!!!!!!! so you’ve been an editor/writer for the school paper for pretty much all of your high school career

you’re not super well known though because you don’t try to take any credit for anything and always sign your pieces like “- the daily newspaper team” or smth

anywhom you’ve always loved writing about the stuff around you or making up little short stories

one of your hobbies is just going people watching and trying to write down a brief description of people you see and what you think they’re on the way to do

you’ve befriended the baristas at your favorite spot, lucas and mark, and they always beg to read them but you never let them because mark is too nice to tell you it’s shit and lucas is too dumb to at least say it nicely

you’ve got at least 6 notebooks FULL of these little stories but you’ve never really ? showed anyone because wow showing others your work is Scary

criticism ???/$&/&:&:&:

it’s midway through the first semester of the school year and you’ve been super busy since it’s football season and you gotta write about all the games

and you haven’t had much time to write your cute little stories for yourself and you miss it a lot :/

this weekend though the chance of rain is SUPER high so the football game is cancelled and you have plenty of time to yourself !! :D

there is, a setback tho

THUNDER!!!!! IS SO SCARY !!!!!!

u fckin softie

you decide to tough it out though and get suited up in some polka dot rain boots and a rain jacket and set off to find somewhere to chill

as you’re walking to the nearest lil greenhouse/cafe thing it starts raining ,, ,,, hARDER

when you started it wasn’t rlly raining it was just like that weird tension in the air right before the air pressure drops and it starts to rain and you were already on edge OOF

but then it’s raining so you clutch your notebook to your chest and dash

usain bolt had nothing on you girly you were ZOOM ZOOM

broom broom- doyoung

unfortunately you don’t make it though because with you head down to keep the rain out of your eyes you run RIGHT into someone’s CHEST !!!!!!

hehe u know i’m a sucker for these god damn TROPES

your notebook goes flying and and the arms attached to the Chest That Caused Your Grief come up to catch you by the arms

“oh gOD sorry are you okay ??? i wasn’t looking and i was trying to keep my journal dr- MY JOURNALSDJDDD”

you fling yourself out of this boys arms and pick up your soaking wet journal sadly

:((((((( you had so many stories in there wtf

“oh shit i’m sorry do you uh want me to buy you another one ???”

“no that’s okay it wasn’t your fault :( and it’s just a journal i’m only sad because all my stories are gone :(((((“

you finally look up from your Ruined journal to see , the prettiest boy

you can’t tell for sure cause his hair is soaking wet but it’s a bright red that looks a bit faded and his skin is tanned and golden like HONEY OOF

he meets your eyes and awkwardly smiles and he looks so GUILTY AW

“no really it’s fine don’t feel bad!!”

“okay but i feel bad what can i do to make it up to you?”

“hMMM you could come help me think of wacky stories about people who walk past”

“well if you INSIST m’lady”

“aw, never mind”

“IM JUST KIDDING SJDJJD”

so in the pouring rain you both walk to cafe and find a little corner to people-watch in

on the way there he tells you his name is donghyuck but his friends call him hyuck

“dude that’s the sound goofy makes when he laughs your friends are terrible”

“oh my god i don’t even think they know what they’re saying HsjdjHEHHS”

after a couple minutes of bad goofy impressions you decide to call him duckie instead because ,,,, GARSH MICKEY 🤠🤠🤠

also because it’s cute

you didn’t hear this from me but he uwued so hard rip his street cred with the Boys

anyways right before you settle in you’re like hey uh did you have somewhere to be like weren’t you heading places

and he was like nah i like the rain it’s nice to just walk around feels GOOD

your eyes widen so big and he snorts because what’s so ridiculous about that

and you’re like uh UH NO NOPE NO SIR I DONT FUCK WITH DEMONS

your dramatic ass tries to get up and LEAVE but he grabs your wrist and is like noooo we haven’t even written any stories yet why do you hate rain so much ??

you explain how thunder is the work of the devil and that lightning could strike you down where you stand at any moment and storms are EVIL

he chuckles and side eyes you

“aW you big wimp you’re afraid of thunderstorms aren’t you”

“yES. like any sane person would be”

“you know a lot of people actually like storms”

“like i said, SANE people do not”

and then you change the subject right quick because your face is getting RED with embarrassment

you n donghyuck spend like 2 hours just sitting in the corner and writing little scenarios on napkins

“oh shit that girl over there with the french braids is TOTALLY gonna marry hipster beanie guy in two years. mark my words”

“idk y/n she lowkey has the hots for the barista”

“ ew you mean mark??”

“yeah. now THAT man is a work of art”

MARKHYUCK RISE

“god what is wrong with you maybe you should buy me another book”

“too late now we’re FRIENDS and i don’t owe you ANYTHING”

“being friends doesn’t work like that at all but, okay”

at the end of the day you’ve got a stack of napkins with scribbled notes on them

(one of them has donghyuck’s number on it skdkkfjd)

he leaves you with a bright smile and you’re in awe this boy is so golden and lovely

oof and when you were still in the cafe his hair had dried to the unnatural red color that he ? somehow made look good ugh not fAIR

and it was a lil curly and fluffy and looked very soft :(((((

as you walk home you drift along the sidewalk with a stupid smile on your face wow please get a little less obvious hunty

when you get home the sun is setting and the rain has cleared and you are so Happy that was the best day !!!

you weren’t even scared of the thunder because whenever the sky would fckin CRACK OPEN hyuck would subtly try to keep your attention and distract you with questions

the sky: AAAAAAAAAAA

duckie: oH Hey uhhh so hOW do you even come up these stories ?):$:$ theyre so good

such a sweet boy uwu

when you get home your mom eyes you suspiciously as you drift down the hall towards your room but doesn’t comment

she didn’t need to though because you immediately return and tell her everything !!!

she encourages you to befriend him at school and see where it goes from there ;))) or just TEXT HIM

so you do

both of those things !!!

you: hey!! it’s y/n btw

duckie: hey! u make it home alive without the sky cracking open and killing u

you: stOP MAKING FUN OF ME

you send him memes and he sends , even better ones back this boy is Husband Material

the next couple weeks you realize that hyuck is actually in like a lot of your classes

and he’s like yeah i don’t blame you for not noticing since your nose is always in one of those Damn Journals

can’t believe u smh

anywhom

you start actually interacting with people in class

and by people i mean donghyuck and any of his friends who happen to be there

you literally get thrown into their friendgroup like one day you know donghyuck and have vaguely heard of jeno since he’s on the soccer team

and then the next you’re a part of the group message and jaemin begs for your math homework during lunch ????

“jaemin just dO YOUR OWN HOMEWORK FOR ONCE ???”

“ugh but i don’t know how”

“hey you know what maybe if you didn’t sleep in class you WOULD”

“IM TIRED GOD DAMN IT”

this is usually when duckie interjects with

“hey now girls, you’re both smart <3”

“i know im smart but , jaemin , i don’t know about him 😔😔”

poor jaemin leave him alone :(

jisung is , extREMELY awkward around you because he’s a Baby Freshman and you’re a Female Senior hsjdjf it’s so cute

and chenle is the complete opposite he IMMEDIATELY latches onto you and is always like

“y/n !!!! wanna watch this video of me singing and playing the piano when i was thirteen on live national television !!!!”

“y/N !!!!!!! can you drive me n jisung to get ice cream plEASE !!! we won’t even play PSY this time”

“okay,,,,, pinky promise?”

his pinky hooks around yours at an incredible speed as he jumps up and down with excitement

“pinky promise !!!!!!!!!!”

hyuck overhears and insists upon coming with for , unknown reasons

renjun and jeno keep snickering to each other across the lunch table too uGH

sneaky bastards !

after school you wait in the parking lot for the Babies with hyuck who looks rather flushed considering his skin is pretty tan and it takes a lot for him to visibly blush ??

“hey duckie boy you good?”

“haha yEAH uh just wondering where the boys are hhhh”

“oh yeah ! they should’ve been here like 10 mins ago”

your phone buzzes in your pocket and you go to check it to see a text in the group message

lele: hey y/n~ me n jisung can’t come we totally forgot we joined a frisbee team and there’s practice today !!!

blueberry: yeah ! have fun w/ hyuckie tho

moominluvr96: sjdjd i’m so proud of them

jenomunomunomu: absolute legends have fun at ur frisbee practice my sons

you: 🅱️ro i wanted to go home and SLEEP

blueberry: sorry ! xoxo :*

duckie: chenle my son ? how could you 🅱️etray me this way???

you: ur dead to me

you: literally what’s a chenle ?? sounds like a poisonous fruit

lele: NO IM SORRY

but tbh you’re just being Silly you don’t mind just going with Sunshine Boy

hyuck has only gotten redder as the texting went on though what’s his deal 0.0

you agree to take his car !

actually you insist because you don’t wanna drive but, let’s say you agreed

you find out that hyuck exclusively listens to hipster bands and the occasional troye sivan song because we love a gay legend

actually his music taste is ALL OVER THE PLACE but we r still boppin ladies

you roll the windows down even tho it’s Chilly and let your hand float in the breeze until your fingers start getting numb and you pull your hand back in and roll up the window

okay maybe that was a Bad Idea your fingers almost hurt they’re so cold and you’re rubbing the feeling back into them when hyuck clears his throat

you look up at him and he tilts his chin toward the hand he stretched toward you

you’re confused bc like ? i don’t have anything to give u duckie

he sighs anxiously

“just. give me your hand. mine are warm because i didn’t try to be cool and stick my hand out the window like this is a teen coming of age movie”

“have you ever just been nice and not followed it up with a weirdly specific insult”

“nope. now gimme”

you cautiously placed your hand in his and felt heat bloom all over your cheeks and trail up to your ears and down your neck

he gulps and interlocks your fingers and tucks them in the pocket of his hoodie

you have to lean against the console in between you a little so that your arm isn’t strained but it’s,,,,, Warm and Nice

you’re quick to continue the conversation like normal but your voice sometimes goes in and out since he is subconsciously rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand or tapping his fingers against yours

when you arrive you awkwardly pull your hand from his grip to get out of the car and he cringes a lil :(

you decide to be bold for once in your life and run around the car to catch up with him and shove your other hand into his

“this one’s cold too”

he ducks his head and smiles but gives your hand a lil squeeze :3 uwu

eventually though you do have to let go and enjoy your ice cream

you just make small talk with him about the newspaper and whatever homework is due the next day when a man walks in wearing BRIGHT RED CLOWN SHOES

the weirdest part though is the fact that other than the clown shoes the man is dressed like a body builder and has the hulking mass of one

and also there is a PARROT ON HIS SHOULDER ???

you and hyuck whip to face each other and then look back at the man

without looking away you slide your notebook to the middle of the table and flip open to where you’ve bookmarked the next available page

needless to say you both have a field day making up storylines for this man

“hey hyuckie i missed this it’s been forever since it’s been just the two of us and my journal”

“me too, sunshine”

“heY now you’re the sunshine in this relationship”

both of you choke at your use of the term “relationship” but continue with the conversation JSKSK

“alright but then you have to be the rain”

“aw you know i don’t like the rain”

“yes i know that’s why YOU are sunshine”

“kay but you are so much more like sunshine than i, an Emo”

“how bout i be sunshine since you like sunshine and me, and you be rain since i like rain and you”

OOF ????????

you blush for the Millionth Time and nod shyly and duckie is about to turn purple YIKES

you leave the ice cream shop and climb back in the car and the whole atmosphere is very Tense

you sigh because you miss holding his hand and then turn up the song on the radio which just happens to be, Walkin On Sunshine

THE !!! IRONY !!!

you giggle into your hand and he snorts and you both break into laughter

you plug your phone into the aux

“alright time for some Real Tunes”

“i swear to GOD if you play Bad Boy one more time i’m gonna LOSE IT”

“fuck you red velvet are LEGENDS”

“the only reason you know who they are is because mark tells everyone with a pulse that one of them is from canada just like him”

“okay and ??? i can still appreciate that they produce iconic songs only”

“LISTEN I LOVE RED VELVET TOO BUT ENOUGH IS ENOUGH”

you playfully bicker the whole way back and when you get back to the school to pick up your car you realize you never even got to play your song

“for your information, i was in fact NOT going to play bad boy i was going to play the bop of the century, what is love by twice”

and then, with heavy sarcasm

“well gee why didn’t you just sAY SO”

“IM SICK OF YOUR GIRL GROUP SLANDER LEE DONGHYUCK”

then he giggles and grabs your hand to keep you from getting more than halfway out of the car

“okay okay you know i’m just messing with you”

“yes but leave my gorls out of it”

he releases your hand with fake disgust and wipes it on the passenger seat headrest

“ugh go home, gru”

“it’s a good meme and you can’t even deny it duckie boy”

you blow him a half serious half playful kiss as you bounce over to your car and climb in

you play bad boy and roll the windows down as you drive by his car just to spite him and he laughs good naturedly

it’s only when you get home that you’re like heyyyy nOW

WAS THAT A DATE ??????

you tell your mom about it and she’s like uHHH sounds like a DATE to me ???

but you’re Unsure so you don’t say anything to the others or hyuck just the usual goodnight texts and whatnot

although it could be argued ,, that goodnight texts are a little, relationship-y

it could also be argued , that you do have his contact name as , duckie☼♥

but those can be discussed another time

you continue to hang out with the boys although you refuse to allow them to sit with you at football games because they’re so DISTRACTING

jeno and jisung just fckin yell the whole time while you try to jot notes down to turn it into a story later for the paper

but you can’t concentrate or even figure out wtf is goin on because they’re scREAMING and jumping and messing you uP !

so you sent them elsewhere although,,, hyuck stayed with you

he always does “just in case you get cold or smth”

ur not fooling anyone hyuckie baby

and would you look at that time has FLOWN and it’s time for homecoming !!!!

you plan on going in a big group with hyuck and all The Boys and jaemin has even scored a date !!!

it was highkey through trickery but that’s okay

chenle and jisung are gonna wear matching shirts because they’re headass like that

you’ve already bought a dress and you haven’t ….. shown hyuckie……. just in case……… he asks you

since he…… hasn’t …… YET

renjun keeps assuring you that you don’t need to find a date and that everything is covered but ???? inch resting how duckie has done nOT ONE THING

alright the day of the dance you wake up feeling a little off but go through your normal saturday routine of eating a waffle and absentmindedly watching old gossip girl reruns

but later in the day you feel SHITTY

you’re flushed and your head hurts and it takes so much EFFORT just to get up and get a glass of water

you , comrade, are sick :-(

you text in the gm to let your boys know you can’t come

chenle thinks you’re faking until he calls and hears you sniffling and how rough your voice sounds

“hEY THOT I KNOW UR FAKING BC U DONT HAVE A DATE”

“chenle if it didn’t hurt to speak i would yell at u but my eyes are watering please just text me”

“oh,,,,sorry love u”

and then he hangs up real fast lmao

so you decide to just wallow in despair in your bed and rent overpriced movies on demand

there’s a half drank mug of tea that has long gone cold that contains the medicine you’re supposed to be taking but,, you can’t be bothered tbh lifting your hand is so hard

after a few movies and the sun setting there’s knock at the door ???

you barely hear it since you’re in your room with the door closed but /sigh/ you gotta go answer

you drag yourself out of bed and stumble to the front door and open it, immediately slumping against the frame

this whole time you have still not opened your eyes because light hurts a lil and you know your house well enough

in hindsight that was probably dumb considering you don’t know who’s at the door

you try to open your eyes but they only turn half lidded and droopy so you can just barely make out donghyuck looking Concerned on your front porch

“duckie? what are u doing here?”

“uhhh i uh came to take you to homecoming ??”

he then holds up some flowers and smiles awkwardly

“duckie. baby. sunshine. did u not read the texts i sent ? also it is VERY late to be asking me to homecoming. also, i am a little high on cold medication”

“srry princess, can i come in? you look like you need company and soup and possibly some Sarcastic Banter”

“sounds good duck”

“okay duckie was already incorrect please don’t shorten it to duck”

“you know i didn’t have to let you in”

“so what kind of soup do you want? :-)”

he busies himself attempting to make soup while you have melted into a chair at the dining table with one eye cracked open to watch him

he is very obviously Struggling so you wobble to your feet to stand behind him at the stove and maybe lean a little too much into his back to prop your chin up on his shoulder and reach a hand around him to turn the heat down on the stove

you’ve reached the point of I Don’t Give A Shit and have given up on trying not to be affectionate with him you’re too tired and sickly to restrain yourself and his heart is just steadily beating faster and faster

after your soup you drag him into your bedroom to force him to provide you warmth while watching another movie

but he digs his heels into the floor and tugs on your hand to turn you around

“since you’re missing homecoming….. wanna dance?”

“in my bedroom. while i’m dying. with no music.”

“i’ll take care of the music. cmon don’t be difficult”

“i’m not being difficult i’m just-

you’re cut off by him pressing a finger to your lips and going shhhhhh

you open your mouth to curse him out bc hOW DARE HE

but then he gently pulls you by the waist into his chest and does his best to tuck you under his chin

you’re too comfortable like this so you don’t bother admonishing him for earlier and just settle into his embrace

you loop your arms around his neck as he starts to sway you back and forth

after a couple seconds he starts humming, quietly at first and then louder

and then he starts singing and it’s so sO SWEET AND SOFT

you can feel each breath he takes under your hands and the vibrating of his vocal chords against your forehead and you just close your eyes and press closer to him

you’ve literally never been this content in your whole life binch

he is so warm and ever so often smooths a hand up and down your spine whenever you shiver a little or shift in his arms

when the song finishes you keep swaying with him a little while longer

you’re leaning against him so hard that like the majority of your weight is on him yikes

“babe are you asleep”

“mm”

“no?”

“mmm”

“pretty close though?”

“hm”

“alright”

he chuckles and presses a barely there kiss to the top of your head and sort of waddles the two of you over to the bed

you don’t even have to ask him to climb in with you that was The Plan, Stan

(that’s a saying and also i’m calling u a stan wow queen of puns)

as soon as he settles in you tuck yourself under his arm and throw an arm over him to play with the fingers of his other hand

you’ve got the breakfast club on and it’s Real Nap Hours

hyuck’s arm falls asleep pretty soon tho so instead you switch to laying on your sides facing each other with your face pressed into his neck and your arms draped over each other

right before you fade into unconciousness, he tilts his chin down and nudges his nose against yours to get your attention

your eyes flutter open and you look up at him while he smiles gently down at your sleepy expression aWE ???

“hey wanna be my date when you’re not on your death bed?”

“god, what a romantic. is that a shakespeare quote?”

“shut up and say yes”

“alright fine”

“with more enthusiasm!”

“YES!! GOD DAMN IT”

he shakes his head but then leans down to press a lingering kiss against your cheek before tucking you back against him and evening out his breathing

you fall asleep and dream of boys with beautiful voices who love to dance in the rain

a couple hours later you wake up to a forehead smooch and your Boy whispering bye angel

you sit up and whine and he’s like bby i have to go it’s like midnight n my momma wants me home :(((

you pout and he giggles and taps your lips with his index finger

“go back to sleep and i’ll text you something nice to wake up to yeah?”

you nod and grab his hand to kiss it before flopping back down and passing The Fuck Out

the next morning you wake up still feeling a bit shitty but smiling anyways bc you’ve scored the cutest boy in the universe uwu

he even kept his promise and left you a cute message to wake up to ;((((

duckie☼♥: good morning bbg i hope ur feeling better today and that the sun shines all day for u !!!

you: JEKDKDJ DUCKIE IM STILL SICK BUT TAKE ME ON A DATE RN

you: 💗💗💗💕💌💞💞💗😤💖🤧😔💗😔🤧😔🌺💐🌺🌺🌸💐😔💛😔💛💐🤧💐💐💖💖

duckie☼♥: noooo ur gross

you: you ruined it :(((

duckie☼♥: i mean noooo u gotta get better

you: okay :)))

you finally get over your cold like 4 days later and insist you’re fine to be Taken Out And Treated Like A Princess

he tells you to dress warm except gloves bc he wants to hold youR HAND CAN YOU BELIEVE

you’re weirdly not nervous ? like you thought you would be but you’re just excited and very happy !!!! uwu

he picks you up about an hour after school and reveals that he’s gonna take you to all the cafes in town to people watch and write stories which is !!! your favorite activity !!!!!!

“is it lame??? oh god you think it’s lame i’m so sORRY”

“nO!!! no i love it you did good”

“are you sure?”

“yes duckie”

“okay good i mean i knew you’d like it”

“but you just-“

“hm?”

“,,,,, nevermind”

you both hike around town until it gets late and you’re tired and you end up on a bench in the local park with his head in your lap and your fingers in his hair

you lightly scratch his scalp and hum and he practically PURRS like a cat

(furry ????? it’s more likely than you think)

his eyes are closed and you trace your fingers over his features lightly until it tickles and he scrunches up his nose aw bABY !!!!!

then, without opening his eyes

“so when are you gonna man up and kiss me?”

“first of all, i will never man up i prefer being female thanks. sECOND WHY DO I GOTTA DO IT”

“i asked you on the date !!! you gotta do something!!!”

“i held your hand first!!”

“after i literally offered my hand to you”

“uGH fine come here”

“no i’m not gonna ‘come here’ you literally just made a disgusted noise at the thought of kissing me”

“it wasn’t at the thought of kissing you it was just at you”

“this isn’t helping at all”

you roll your eyes playfully and then yank him up by the collar of his shirt to press your forehead against his

“does this help?”

aND THEN YOU LAY ONE ON HIM ??????:$&:&;&;

QUEEN OF CONFIDENCE

he sighs against your lips and sits up a little more so he can reach you better, smoothing a hand up to cup the side of your jaw and neck

you pull away and his eyes are still closed

“hmmm,,, yeah”

you scoff and drop him back to half laying on your lap

“you’re such a dork”

“yeah but i’m your dork now so it’s embarrassing for both of us”

“aw i wouldn’t have it any other way <333”

“is it just me or was that sarcasm”

“just you <3333”

renjun, who has been rOOTING FOR YOU GUYS THIS ENTIRE TIME

screams when you call him that night lol

literally SCREECHES

chenle happens to be with him and screeches eVEN LOUDER

basically the whole group screams simultaneously they’ve been shipping it since day one

hyuck is a bit prideful so when you guys are out in public he’s not super affectionate but ,, when you’re not out

he’s wrapped around you like a koala and will never let go

you have to go pee? hold it

you’re dehydrated and dying? you can live off of his Love

your favorite activity to do together is BAKING because it never goes well no matter how hard you try

and although it usually ends in DISASTER it’s also a good time and afterwards duckie lets you curl up between his legs on the couch and nap uwu !

dating really didn’t change the dynamic between you two other than affection you still read each other to DUST on the regular lmao

no one gets too harsh tho bc you love each other and whatnot

ugh love ruins all the FUN doesnt it :/

donghyuck makes it his business to know exactly when it will rain and makes sure to be with you when it does

at the first sight of clouds he is in your house with board games and movies and snuggles to distract you !!! what a sweetheart

on days when it’s really bad you just climb into bed and bury your face in his chest while he talks about whatever comes to mind and distracts you

he also takes to slumping down and falling asleep on your shoulder whenever you have movie nights together and it’s so CUTE

his little heart shaped lips and his cheeks always end up smushed and he just looks adorable wow rip you

he’s obsessed with your cheeks he loves to cup your face while he talks to you and press gentle kisses to them during Sleepy Time or when you part ways in the school hallways

if he’s excited he’ll bound up behind you and wrap his arms around you and kiss your cheek real hard and then start babbling about whatever’s got him so worked up

basically, hyuckie is a boy full of sunshine and passion and sarcasm and he’s the best boyfriend you could ever ask for :’-)

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boogiewrites · 6 years ago

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Choking On Sapphires 21

Title & Song: Stand By My Girl

Characters: Alfie Solomons x Genevieve (OFC)

Word Count: 2800+

Summary: Genevieve is a force to be reckoned with. An intelligent, independent and brutal businesswoman. She’s been intrigued by Alfie since she met him. But where will she draw the line between business and pleasure now that they are working so closely together? Alfie takes revenge into his own hands.

Warnings/Tags: Language. Fighting. Canon typical violence.

A/N: Every chapter of this story will have a song to work as the title and as a soundtrack. Chapter song is Stand By My Girl by Dan Auerbach.

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My Masterlist. (Includes Parts 1-20)

He's standing in a side room of the bakery, bottom lip thrust under his mustache, staring at the door to the main warehouse. He's alone before everyone arrives. He's called you, his men have been instructed and now he waits in the quiet hum and ambient noise of the dusty sepia-toned room. He's focused, feet firmly planted, eyes half hidden under a heavy brow. His hand twitched around his pocket watch, anxious for the time to pass so his plans would be complete.

The brother of the smart-mouthed, recently tongueless Italian man you'd murdered at The Garrison had somehow found his way to him. He'd gone into the meeting with the expectation of it being some sort of con but it never came to pass. Therefore, he seized the opportunity to con them instead.

This man wanted you dead for family, the small group of men he ran with wanted you dead because they were paid to. He tells him he was behind the failed hit on you. Alfie nods slowly as the news hits his ears, the devilish smile that came across his face would've made a man with any intelligence flinch and run. But this one, blinded by his own stupidity and revenge wouldn't see Alfie coming until the bullet from the pistol in the drawer was already embedded into his skull. He accepts their proposal, spit in hand, calm distant eyes sending the men away without a suspicion in the world as to his deceit.

So he'd invited you to the warehouse for the evening, sighting he had something he couldn't bring home with him that he wanted to show you, he'd promised it would be a big surprise. He certainly was a man of his word. Even if he had twisted them to suit his needs in this instance. You believe him, and of course, you do. You trust him.

In following through with this plan, he felt a certain line crossed within himself. He was killing more Italians, that would miff Sabini, he was deceiving you by not telling you about the plan, but he needed you to not know so the men tailing you to the bakery would believe the sudden and swift arrest of you from your car was genuine. He had them do it in a location that would allow the men to not be able to reach the warehouse before Alfie would have all the other men killed before they arrived at the same fate. He has a duplicate car pull up slightly ahead of schedule and as the men on the roof steady to aim to take you out as you enter the bakery, Alfie has his men with their own guns in the shadows finish all but one for him.

So here he sits. In the muggy warehouse, staring at the metal double doors waiting, willing his needed outcome to come forth through that door. The man who hired him sits across from him in his office, he turns his face to the other side to the phone on his desk in anticipation, ringed fingers fidgeting in his beard, eyes alert and roaming. It rings, he excuses himself with a nod, putting his feet up on his desk, fingers on his free hand twisting the chain on his glasses as he nods and grunts into the receiver.

You're in custody. You're fine but you're furious. He can hear you screaming in the background, the muffled sounds of a door thudding rhythmically, he's sure your vicious little feet are beating against it in a rage only a scorned woman knows, your hands in cuffs, the pretty dress you'd worn all askew. He informs them in his few, shadow-like words to give you the letter he'd written and make you as comfortable as possible. He hangs up the phone with a nod, hand moving smoothly to his desk drawer as the man looks down the long corridor outside of his office.

Alfie turns to see what he'd needed to carry through on the action he'd just started. Olli comes in, bringing in rum that had been promised earlier with the group's arrival.

"That the call for the kill?" the man asks, looking out towards Ollie as he walks down the long corridor.

"Preemptively, yeah, mate." he responds with a series of nods, pulling the pistol from his drawer and shooting the man in the head, point blank before he even knew what had hit him.

"Well." he sniffs. "'At's 'at, innit it?" he says with a nod, thumbing his nose. "You know what to do wif 'im." he grumbles, pulling on his coat as Olli approaches.

"Where shall I send the barrels, sir?" he asks, taking the gun from his hands.

"I 'ont fuckin' care...Timbuktu?" he says with an annoyed shrug. Grabbing his cane and heading back home to wait for your release.

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As soon as you're out of the station doors you're reminded of how furious you are at his actions. You see Joseph holding the door open to your car as you stomp your way across the street. You stop before you bend to enter the car.

"Did you know about this plan of his, Joseph?" you ask harshly, shaking the previously balled and thrown piece of paper that holds Alfie's excuses, your body language reading hostile.

"No. Absolutely not Miss!" he shakes his head, his eyes wide and apologetic. You hadn't truly suspected him to be in on it, he'd just been available to take your anger out on. "Mr. Solomons sent me to get you as soon he returned back to your estate."

"Take me to the bastard, Joseph." you groan as you pull your dress angrily into the car with you. You sat and stewed in how mad you were the whole ride home. How could he not tell you about this plan that involved you? How could he embarrass you? To allow you to be arrested and treated in such a way? Had you let him forget who you were and what you could do? What sort of man kills to defend you, but won't impart the knowledge of the plans to do so to you?

He's sitting in a turned out chair to be facing you as you enter the dining room. He can tell by the quick trot of your feet that you've not taken to his plan well. He'd expected this and sucks his teeth, followed by a deep breath. He'd hoped you'd understand his business strategy and take it in stride as part of being involved in business together. But apparently, you'd decided to take this particularly personally. He rises from his chair, head down and waiting for the abuse that was almost guaranteed to occur.

"Alfie!" he hears you screech before the maid even finishes her greeting to you. No Mr. Solomons used in reference to business...he knew you'd taken it all entirely personally.

"In 'ere." he shouts towards the doorway, facing your wrath head-on. He hadn't expected you to come in with this level of intensity after the long drive home but rage seemed like something you were never typically short on.

"Who the fuck do you think you are Alfie Solomons?!" you shout as you appear in full revved up form to be framed by the doorway. You looked a bit worse for wear than he anticipated, his nose flinched just slightly with the feeling of guilt.

"Well ya went and answered ya own question dinnt ya sweetie?" he says, shaking his head in obvious response. He can hear your huff of breath from your side of the room as your shoulders and hips moved in an almost sultry tandem as you stalked towards him, your hands in fists at your sides and slowly rising.

"I am so far past my limit for your smart fucking mouth right now Alfie I swear to God!" you say shoving him with both hands on his shoulders, he moves back slightly.

"Geneveive, calm down, I only did it for your own good now, you can surely see that, yeah?" his face more than annoyed at you laying your hands on him. You didn't care you wanted to tackle him against the wall and choke him with his own cane.

"I don't need you to fix my problems for me, Alfie! And to not TELL ME?" you shout in his face. Your shorter form rising on your tiptoes to press into his personal space, your shoulders squared, hands itching to grab hold of him and hurt him. "It was a consequence of MY OWN actions and you have NO right to interject like this!" you're shaking with anger, embarrassment, your pride was screaming for being assaulted in such a way. You feel like such a fool to have thought that he actually thought of you as an equal. You didn't need him to fit the role of protector for you because you didn't need or want it from him.

He opens his mouth to respond but you cut him off, your hand rising to point at his chest.

"You made me look like a fucking FOOL, Alfie! Leaving me in the dark like this?! I'm not some god damned damsel that needs to be fucking saved! Then I was fucking brutalized being put into that fucking police wagon?!" you screech, your body tensing so hard you jolt with the delivery of your words. He looks you over to see the bruises and scratches and tears in your dress to back up your statement, lump in his throat growing. "You don't try to pull the wool over my eyes when I'm the fuckin' WOLF Alfie! I am not some SHEEP to blinded from the harsh realities of our world!" you scream in anger, your face tensing as you do so, hands shaking.

"It weren't nothin' like that, Gen, yeah? They was gonna try to kill you, either way, weren't they? I see now I was wrong to think you'd see it rationally and not take it so personally." he pauses to roll his eyes and take an exasperated breath. Your eyes go even wider somehow, your nostrils flared, your teeth bared.

You can't help that your hand raises back to slap him across the face. The edges of your vision are glowing red as you look at him. That smug, wide-eyed feined innocence to guilt in his defense of himself. He catches your hand by the wrist and his bottom lip disappears under his mustache, sitting under his flared nostrils that exhaled angrily at you.

"Now don't go actin' like a child on top of this fit you're throwing now, eh?" he says, his head dipping down closer to yours to speak with a hiss of anger. You have the thought to hit him with your other hand and as the impulses from your brain shoot down to your fist he reaches out to grab it before it moves, he shakes his head and glares down at you as you struggle mildly in hopes he'd just let you go. You're relieved and annoyed that he's smart enough not to. "Ya gonna go actin' like a little girl everytime I gotta do business with ya and somethin' don't go your way?" he asks with words dripping of condescendence. You don't see any reason not to push back if he's going to continue his avalanche of disrespect.

You're so angry you just elect to make a noise of frustration and butt his forehead with yours, you knock his hat off with the force. "How dare you speak to me like that." your voice is low and heavy as your brow right now, your face clearly reading hostile towards him.

"Or fuckin' what, Gen, yeah?" he asks, now more animated than he had been. He just uses his grip on your forearms to move your body and shove you away from him. "If ya go 'n hit me, yer only provin' me right, innit ya?" he asks, brushing his shirt off, leaning to reach for his hat that had hit the floor.

You don't think much in the next few seconds. Your muscle memory kicks in and you've tackled Alfie. Slamming against a side table that rested against the wall, knocking off candlesticks and vases of flowers before you take him down to the ground.

"Fuckin' hell, Genevieve!" he gruffs out as he moves to control your arms that are coming at him fast, your hands clawing at his throat to choke him. He uses his larger form to roll you over, pinning your legs down, you manage to get one arm free in the struggle, That one arm desperately grasping the ground above your head, it's met with the cold metal of a candlestick and you swing it at him like you're delivering a right hook and he moves off of you quickly, making the metal hit your tiled floor, cracking it. His eyes move to the chunk of misplaced floor your small but fierce frame has caused with the metal object. "Ya tryin' to fuckin' kill me?" he shouts, his eyes wide but a scoff still in his voice. You're already working on getting up as the object makes its impact, but he's already standing, knowing you aren't going to stop now unless he stopped you first. He knew of a knife you kept in a rather, intimate space on your body, and he knew he had to get it before you remembered you had it. This really wasn't how he'd wanted to get his hands on you.

"You don't deserve death you lying...patronizing...fucking... disappointment of a man!" you growl and pace your words with your movements, as you stand in a fighting stance. You lunge at him again, he spins and grabs you, holding your back against his chest and the constriction of your movements makes you shout and growl out in anger as he lifts your feet off the ground as you kick. "Get off me you fucking mongrel!" you shout and squirm. His forearm slips around your throat. You immediately kick the edge of the table, forcing his back with a hard thud into the wall behind him. Your hands hold a talon-like grip on his forearm, trying to force him away, causing your adrenaline to surge. Your hips are struggling against his, you feel one of his arms loosen and you aren't sure the cause of this for a moment until you feel his forearm grip even tighter around your neck. You squeak out as you feel his hand raising up your skirt. Your eyes are wide and you elect to use one of your hands, previously holding his arm back from restricting your air too much with, against his hand that was now grasping at your inner thighs. Your feet kick back and try to hit him but you're met with the stone of the wall behind him, you hit his legs and this proves to not be enough to deter him. You rasp out his name in hopes to appeal to his emotions, as your nails scratch up the back of his hand as it clumsily searches the apex of your thighs. If your face hadn't been red from the forearm against your throat it would have been now in a mix of intense vulnerability and another wave of rage. You gasp and realize what he's going after too late. His fingers tug the leather strap that sits high up your thigh and hip. You don't have time to dwell on the thought long of figuring out when he'd seen your thigh strap before. You feel the cold metal of his rings, the scratch of the sharp bits of the filigree surrounding the gemstones as his fingers slide in the crease of your squirming thighs, he tugs out the small switchblade-style knife.

You growl at him again, pushing one of your feet against his inner thigh, bringing your hips up enough to kick back and hit him in the general area of his balls. Which was good enough for you as he lets you go. He's doubled over, face just as red as yours, both gasping for breath. You grab his wrist and yank his hand that holds the knife away from him, taking it from him.

"You ever do business that involves me again without consulting me on it and I might just fucking kill you next time!" you shout, pointing at him with the knife still open. His screwed up expression looks to you as he reaches over to hold himself up on the edge of the table. He rests his weight on his elbows, watching you as the plethora of emotions you were feeling plays across your face. You disappear in the direction of your wing, hiding your face before the tears that were in your eyes fell. He knows better than to chase you for any reason he may have, so he groans and shuffles his way back to his room.

Pt 22 You Should Be Glad You’ve Got A Man

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kandadiff · 4 years ago

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They Call Me Idol - 4

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Jennie sat by the window of the coffee suite Blackpink was sharing with Big Bang currently. Big Bang booked the cafe as a way to stay close to the hospital and to see who was going in and out. She sighed and looked back at her group, Jisoo handing her a cup of coffee. “🍥 you would think she's the president, so many people coming to her. So who cares? Did you know Jiyong was robbed too? Did he get this much attention?”

“In Korea he did.” Rose said. She had been uncomfortable this whole time. She hated having to be on one side or the other. She still liked you a lot while also loving her own group, she hated having pinned both against each other. “She's more international.”

“Like us.” Lisa mumbled and daesung pushed her playfully. “But I bet it was a suicide attempt, I mean come on she had only GD and now he's with you so I bet that whole robbery story was concocted and she's just a drunk. We all knew that.”

“Don’t talk about her like that.” Taeyang said getting up feeling sick hearing that. Lisa rolled her eyes,

“I bet it was that, she likes attention.”

“Thats true; remember when Jungkook was flirting with you at MAMA?” Jisoo asked “And she was upset the whole night. She's jealous.”

“But why torture him like that? He just wants to set the story he's with me and make sure she's okay, but they are heartless in there. They don’t want to tell anyone anything, Its so cruel.”

“It’s their business wether to tell anyone or not.” TOP said drinking his coffee deep in thought. “Although I know I can get him in - only him- if I can talk to Kalyn. However with Maximus here I won't be able to do that. I need to find a way to speak to her in private.”

“Do whatever you have to do,” GD said walking out of the bathroom walking towards the window. “Follow her she's leaving. Oh max is going.” he turns back focusing on the girls “Rose go distract Max.”

“Me?!” She stood up confused “I - Um - how? I- I can’t what would I say? Listen Jiyong, I'd be absolutely no help, I only met him twice I doubt he'd even remember who I was.”

“You're not asking him out on a date Rose, you’re distracting him long enough to get Kalyn alone. Seunghyung don’t waste this opportunity.” He ordered practically picking up rose and tossing her towards Maximus.

Rose for a minute didn't move until GD pushed her again. “Kay!” She breathed out relieved when I turned around and jogged over to me. “Hey, I was wondering if I can ... um.. is she okay?”

“Yeah; do you want to see her now? I mean the room is a little crowded.”

“Yes actually” Rose said forgetting about Gd’s orders and honestly just wanting to be able to see you. She was the closest with you in blackpink and took it the hardest when you left and unlike the other girls still supported you. I looked over at Yugyeom about to tell him to take her when Max volunteered seeing a big package move past him with your name on it.

“I’ll go with her.” Max said kissing my cheek “be careful, if you need anything at all, call okay?” He whispered and I nodded and kept walking while Rose was brought upstairs.

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Changkyun, Yugyeom and I arrived at your hotel room only then did I see the mess the robbers left behind and it broke my heart. Everything was thrown carelessly around, broken, and ripped up. No care was given to the things that held no material meaning. The sloth I got you had been ripped up, the stuffing thrown around the room, you drawers all over the floor, the clothes stomped on and even some of your jewelry was in pieces around the room. “Are you okay?” Changkyun asked putting his hand on my shoulder. When I nodded We walked in, the boys searching each room while I stood in the living room not wanting to see the rest of the suite.

The princess ring Edward had gotten you lay flattened on the floor, they must've stepped on it, the entire tiara flattened rather then round and when Yugyeom brought me your jewelry box, it was in shambles. Everything of value gone and anything they couldn’t sell they broke. I had been holding in a lot of emotions during this whole thing. I tried not to think about the death looming over your shoulder, or the fact that because of people sick twisted love for seeing celebrities fail no one helped you, or that you were targeted and this could have happened to Katya too. It all seemed to crash down on me and I didn’t even realize I was crying until Changkyun pulled me into him. “It’s going to be okay baby. It’s all going to be okay, I promise. I’m here for you and I’ll make sure you’re alright no matter what, okay?” I couldn’t stop the sobs that left my body. Yugyeom tried to help me but didn’t know exactly what to do so instead he finished recording all that was stolen.

When he was nearly done he noticed Seunghyun leaning in the doorway and narrowed his eyes at him in an attempt to mask his nervousness. “What are you doing here?” Seunghyun said nothing instead motioned to me on the couch. Changkyun turned back and shook his head. Seunghyun nodded letting the two younger boys know he wasn’t leaving without speaking to me, however neither maknae were moving.

So TOP moved towards me, Changkyun shooting up to stop him bringing my attention to him. “I don’t want to argue, I just wanted to talk.” Seunghyun said glaring at Changkyun wondering when and why he became so protective. Changkyun looked at me waiting for the slightest nod to kick TOP out but it never came.

“Okay.” I said wiping my eyes on my sleeve. I looked at the other boys “Give us a moment please.”

“Are you sure?” Changkyun asked quickly and I nodded.

“Yes.”

“We’ll be over there if you need us.” Yugyeom said already texting Jackson what was happening. They made themselves comfortable in the bedroom the door still ajar so they could hear.

“🍡can we speak in Japanese?” Seunghyun asked “🍡I don't want them to hear what I have to say.” I nodded “🍡Thank you, first I want to say, im sorry this is happening you know if you need anything im here. and I wish you would have called me.”

“🍡It happened quickly, I couldn’t call anyone. did you know her mom didn’t even visit? she knows. I managed to call her and she sent flowers, flowers! her daughter is in a coma and she sends flowers! She's in the city!” Seunghyun shakes his head.

“🍡She's not meant to be a parent.” I nodded “I’m happy she has you at least.” he wipes a stray tear from my cheek. “💥You do good in situations like this, you helped me more then I could ever repay you.” I shrugged leaning back on the couch not wanting to relive the trauma inducing situation with TOP’s suicide attempt and my desperation to get from NY to Seoul as quick as I could. “🍡I’m sorry you have to do this again, I never wanted to do that to you.”

He called me right before he tried doing it, the hopelessness and broken voice still haunted my darkest thoughts and I constantly blamed myself for not answering it, even though he admitted that he wasn’t thinking straight and his call was mad when I was fast asleep at 4 in the morning my time. He said he loved me and he was sorry he had to leave but he’ll see me in the next life and I spent over $4,000 in an attempt to get to him as soon as I could, only for his mom not to allow me access to him only taking that back when I stayed outside his hospital room for the three days he was in a coma. It was the worst experience ever, not sure wether he was going to live or die and that last message replaying over and over in my head.

“🍡Its different; she didn’t do it on purpose.”

“🍡I know but still seeing her like that, I know its not easy for you.” he said taking my hand in his and I sighed. “Which is why you should let gd see her, and before you stop me-” he paused like I was about to stop him and was surprised when I didn’t “🍡I remember the converstion we had in the hospital about how scared you were; how scared I made you and I wanted to die because of that.”

“🍡I remember.”

“🍡Thats how Gd feels; he's so scared for Adi but he's not willing to say that, He just wants to see her, asleep or not just please. Once and when she wakes up and if she says no ill make sure he stays away.” The silence that filled the air was long as I thought about what he was saying. It was true, what if you woke up and got upset when I refused him up there or what if something happened to you and he couldn’t even say anything to try and make it better? The doctor said you could hear everything as you slept what if whatever he said made the heartbreak easier?

“🍡I would have to do it with the room empty so he wouldn’t have much time.” TOP nodded “🍡But okay just for a little and when I say its done then its done.”

“Okay.” He smiled and I nodded “are you okay, do you want me to get you something.”

“I’ll be fine.” I said standing up calling for the other boys “I have to go.”

“This pasta is so nasty.” Makayla made a face while eating the cafeteria pasta and walking back up to the room with Jinyoung.

“Honestly I’m going to order uber, what do you want-”

“Jinyoung!” He heard the soft lilting voice of a woman and turned around seeing Astrid Jeong herself.

“Astrid!” He smiled having Makayla hold the cold pasta he was eating while he greeted the woman. “How are you? Wheres your brother?”

“He’s sitting over there with Nathaniel .” She said motioning behind her “Poor thing has been checking his phone every three seconds waiting for it to turn on, it died and he's been so worried and with all the new security here they don’t want to give out her information without someone from upstairs coming to get us.” He looked over seeing and reaching in his pocket along with another man he didn’t recognize, must be Nathaniel.

“Oh im sorry Astrid my phone was upstairs.”

“Don’t worry about it.” She smiled and called to her brothers. they followed Jinyoung upstairs as he got them caught up and introduced them around the room as Adi’s Chinese future family.

GD who was pleading on the phone with woo, heard it.

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Glory Days Part 19 (IM RP AU- Shun & Midi)

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Midori’s POV Yuki’s doing? Wha? Late? Goodnight? Having gotten myself a little excited over such a text - the one I receive which I read the next morning after falling asleep on the couch sours my mood and I’m not sure if I should take it with a grain of salt or accept it as being a full out rejection. Biting my bottom lip; I sigh and fall back against the couch, confused at what’s happened and call out the person’s name I usually run to for help at the first sign of a dilemma only to realise that she’s no longer living here. Great - just fucking great! Eyes filling with tears yet trying my hardest not to let them fall, I can feel my breath quivering as I hit speed dial number 1. The hello I hear once the call connects is a little off putting - I had expected Eri to be the more mature one and make contact with me first but it dawns on me that life doesn’t always have to work in such a way to suit the expectations of the underdog. What I manage to muster up and stammer out sounds like the words of an upset 4 year old. “….. Koko, he doesn’t like me.” Without giving her anytime to even respond - even though we’ve been apart for less than 24 hours, I tell her in between sobs that I need her here. “..please! I feel like those nice waffles you make and caramel icecream and I need a hug or something and I know you’re probably busy but I don’t know who else to call.” Getting carried away, it’s a knock at the door which startles me and I apologize profusely; telling Eriko that I have to go quickly but I’ll call her back. Answering; wiping my eyes dry as the door opens, I’m sure of why the person standing in front of me is even here. “Toshi..”, I sigh; this repetative circle of drama seemingly to continue a little longer, “If you’re here for Eri she’s moved out - and no, I’m not sure where she is.” Toshiaki’s POV The information Midori barks in my direction is a little overwhelming and I’m not sure I can process it all, yet I try my best to hold the door open as it’s almost shut on me. Visually, I can see that Midori’s upset and that she’s not willing to put up any kind of fight and decide to use this to my advantage. “You can’t tell me you know nothing.” Midori rolls her eyes heavily and sighs - pursing her lips before staring straight at me. Her eyes are dark; that same tune of maliciousness painted through them which I saw yesterday, making me feel a little bleak. “Toshiaki; I know nothing. Seriously - stop chasing after someone who isn’t making you a priority like some lovesick puppy dog.” Lovesick puppy? Me? No. Impossible. Maybe. “C'mon - you’ve got to be able to tell me something.” My plead comes out a little more pathetic sounding than I want it to; but to be honest, I am a little desperate. Even if not romantically involved, I want to have Eriko in my life somehow. “Honestly.. I…”, the shorter girl pauses and steps aside after a few moments of silent thinking, “Look. You’re a nice guy. Come inside and take a seat and I’ll make some calls and find you the runaway princess that you’re after.” In no obligation to refuse the offer of help; I walk in. Shinichi’s POV [ IMPLIED SMUT ] While she’s on the phone; Eri is more than easy enough to tickle and make squirm; helping me to peel off the clothing she’s wearing one layer at a time, disregarding them with a toss over my shoulder across the room. I can barely hear what the conversation is about or who it’s with; yet a trail of feather light kisses followed every now and again by nips and soft bites across her stomach and over the curves of her chest mute her to silence which urges me on with the intent of making her groan, moan and even scream. Her fingers snaking into my hair; I don’t bother to ask for permission as I push her a little further on the dining table, crawling up, allowing Eri to pull me onto her. It’s a little tight for space but I’m able to get my shirt off; kissing and sucking on Eri’s neck which forces her back to arch and allows me to slip my hands underneath her and unhook her bra; smirking as she pulls the straps off her arms. “..fuck you’re beautiful.”

The mumble comes out a little more enthusiastic than expected; and I pull Eri into me; arms wrapping around her frame not wanting to let go; one holding her waist, one under her ass as I drop us both down onto the bed after walking to it. “You comfortable? Once we’re done you won’t be able to stand straight.”

Eriko’s POV

I have not expected company to join me the first time I use my new bed and I certainly don’t foresee myself in such position this early with a gentleman like Shinichi who has made a move on me though I partially initiate it as I did with Rikiya however, he gave me space when I said it wasn’t the best time.

Before I could manage some kind of response to Midi, the call has been cut off and I throw my phone somewhere out of reach- out of sight out of mind. I hear her and am well aware that she needs me but my arcing body says otherwise.

“You comfortable? Once we’re done you won’t be able to stand straight.”

Straight? I can barely think straight, I know since the sensation of Shinichi’s raw manhood is pressing against my thighs, pushing my boundaries and the ONLY ONE rule I have set for myself. No condom no sex yet here I’m, squirming beneath a man who I somehow is making an exception for reasons unknown.

Perhaps some rough sex with this other hot stranger who’s subtle on the outside but possibly wild on the inside is what I need to get over someone who seems to want me yet I’ll never be good enough for.

His hand grabbing the base of his member with a few rapid strokes then aims at my heated core, I would be groaning or screaming at the satisfaction of being stretched and filled. I would be if the sound of door bell hasn’t interrupted- one that we easily ignore but then comes my phone ringing wherever I have tossed my phone to, follow by impatient knocking on my door with a voice that send chills to my spine every single time.

“Eriko, wake up and open the door.”

I practically jump and cover Shinichi’s mouth before he could make the slightest reaction. “Get dress now.” My tone dead serious while I rush around the flat and fish for my clothes, FUCK is the only word that comes to mind but no noise can be made till I am decent enough to unlock the door and face a fate I’m not ready for!

Anyone would pick up the sense of urgency and Shinichi is fully dressed in no time- possibly another sign of how experienced he could be, maybe he really is a secret play boy but that’s least of my worry right now.

Cracking the door open unwillingly, and as soon as he steps in, the man who for once is pleased with my prompt arrangements has his brows frown so fast wiping away any trace of his attempted smile even being spread across his darken face.

“Is this your other boyfriend? Seriously, Eriko just how much attention do you need? Is he one of the boys Midori mentioned?”

Not only being caught off guard twice in a week is modifying but with another guy watching me beheaded by my father only makes me feel weak and smaller than I did moments ago under Shinichi’s spell.

“Yes, he helped me find this place yesterday so I just wanted to thank him with breakfast.”

“What? Which requires him unbuckling his belt?”

Pulsing my lips, I let out a long sigh, partly annoyed but partly relieved.

“You are more than a disappointment, Eri and my patience is running thin. Don’t push it, once I send you overseas you won’t be back to Japan again.”

I could only nod- that’s nearly all I ever do while living under my family’s roof. Nod, yes and obey, needless to think or process or analyst any situation or information that’s thrown at my face.

“I drop by to see your new place, expecting you to be alone and to give you this.” My father moves to the table which I lied momentarily with Shinichi’s hand all over me, and drop a dark elegant envelope. “Bring the boyfriend,” He says, shooting Shinichi a downcast look before focusing back on me, “I highly doubt I’d like the other friend of yours.”

The dead silence is dreadful and I’m seriously in no mood to even lift a single muscle, inhaling deeply and massaging my temple in attempt to loosen my headache, I politely ask a new friend to excuse himself.

With my cell back in hand, I skim read a very confusing text from Maki which reads, “I miss you and have been thinking about you!” Some people just never get a hint or is he the type who can’t take no for an answer. Quickly pressing speed dial, I nearly scream at the other end. “Midz, where are you? I think we need two boxes of ice creams!”

Rikiya’s POV

The sound of key turning wakes me up to find myself lying on the couch as Shinichi entering the door. “Long night?” I yawn nonchalantly.

He opens the fridge and takes a heavy sip of beer, “Long story.” It’s only ten in the morning and Shinichi only drinks after five. “I asked her to the ball.”

Knowing damn well that’s to get under my skin, I shrug and get on my feet as he continues. “But she said she wants to play fair.”

That’s my girl! I internally cheer but what Shinichi says next only cut my joy of victory short. “So I saw her naked too.” I ignore his smirk as my heart sink, trying to prepare myself for the roller coaster ride of emotions. “And the answer is no, we were going to but then her dad showed up!”

Joining Shinichi in the kitchen, I listen to his awkward moment of “meeting the parent” while quietly thanking the elderly man for his surprise visit.

“Her dad also implied that he wouldn’t like you very much either and he mentioned she has a boyfriend, looks like there’s so much we don’t know about our troubled princess.”

My fingers tapping on the counter, chewing my dried lips and nodding to his long story. “So you’ve given up?”

Taking another sip and lighting a cigarette, Shinichi lets out a low chuckle. “Nice try, Riki. No, I’m good with troubles.”

Damnit!

Yukihisa’s POV

With Shunichiro nowhere to be seen, I gather my role as cupid must have worked some magic. Having the morning clear, a list of unfinished business comes to mind but only one really deserves my attention and reading a text I didn’t write being sent to a number I don’t recognize, immediately knowing it’s Shun’s doing and who the number belongs to. I rush out the door and head to the girl dorm.

It doesn’t take long to be answered and seeing the exact person I come to see is already one step closer to mission complete, “Great, you are here. Look, Eriko, the text last night… I… couldn’t get you out of my head and it’s driving me crazy.”

Her brows frown in confusion but instead of letting it get to me, I have to get it off my chest. “I need to have sex with you so we could both move on. If Toshi is your concern, don’t worry I won’t tell anyone, it will be our little secret.”

The small scoff from Eri’s makes me nervous and I have had my fair time in the game, I should not be feeling like a junior asking for a girl’s attention. Stepping aside, she opens the door wider with Midori on the couch and dropping her mouth in an O shape, Toshiaki freezes by the door frame with his poker face and balled fists.

Shit!

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