#incase you wanted a better idea of what all is happening in this au

[kujiba]

★MAY THE LAND CONCEAL YOU, DEAR GRACE

୨୧ — ꒰ gn!reader | they/them prounouns | Sagau | cultish behavior

୨୧ — ꒰ wowee, thanks alot for 100+ likes on part one! Hope you enjoy part two :]

[PART ONE

PART THREE

PART FOUR

PART FIVE

-YOU DIDNT NEED TO BE A GENIUS to get an idea of what was happening. Your lower body brushed against the soft yet sharp grass, it felt all too real. Your (e/c) eyes narrowed its way to a tree. An ordinary tree with many ripe fruits; one of it being able to take your attention.

Your hand circled on one of the fruits bottom and plucked it carefully, it matched exactly as your expectation. A plump fruit that seemed to be full of its juice and taste, an appearance that resembled a beautiful like sunset furthermore having a sweet and gentle aroma that is able to energize an individual.

Your lips slowly made its way near the side of the familiar fruit, the texture and feeling were soft yet hard. The aroma itself made your mouth faintly water, you swallowed your saliva having a high expectation out of this. After all, you always wanted to see what it really tasted like after collecting so many.

"Thank you for the meal." You lastly said and took a bite.

Your eyes widened a bit, this was far more than what you expected. The flavor was sweet but not too much to be like a candy. It was juicy enough to make you feel more hydrated than ever. It didn't take you long to start devouring the whole fruit at once

"Better than i had thought." Your back laid against the tree, all of its fruits gone for it was rapidly consumed by someone (you).

You wiped off the fluid on the side of your face. A small smile looming over your lips "I feel more.. Refreshed than ever." Your tone consisted of slight suprise and satisfaction "Still, i cant seem to get my head wrapped around whats happening.." You mumbled quietly to yourself, having your fair share of the internet you were well aware on the many fanfictions and AU the game GENSHIN IMPACT had, but it having to actually become a real life situation is something too impossible to even happen.

Your feelings felt too mixed and unorganized. Half of what you felt was being thankful, because out of all the things you were gonna reincarnate in. The gods or whoever did it brought you into a more PG game; sure it had killing.. And some questionable things but as long as you live like an NPC things will go in the right track!.

With a goal set in mind you dusted off your hands following with walking down the dirt path that led to the gates of the iconic town MONDSTADT. you could remember it like it was just yesterday when you first played genshin. A feeling crept up to you, something similar - that you've walked down this path for millions of times and that muscle memory just took in. Deja vu didn't leave your mind until you were met with two guards infront of you.

"Halt. Who are you and what is your business here in mondstat" One of the guards spoke up, eyeing you up and down incase you were bringing any dangerous or threatening items to the city.

The guards other companion putted his hand on top of his friends shoulder "Wait, ___. They look familiar dont they?" His tone filled with suspicion, he couldn't shake it off as just a normal coincidence.

"What? What are you even saying ____. I believe you're making a far stretch in this one, i clearly remember that they have (opposite color) hair." The guards companion replied back with confidence in his answer. And it soon didn't take long for it to turn to a long and repeating argument on what was the appearance of the person they were arguing about.

"Jeez, who even is the person their saying. They must seem complicated" You thought to yourself while at the same time, was rubbing the back of your head - all you wanted was to slip into the city of Mondstadt but it seems to be much harder than you had thought in mind.

During the time the two guards were still rambling about the appearance of a certain someone. a silhouette of a girl with long silky brown hair, complimenting her appearance with a bright crimson bow that anybody could see from a mile away.

"Huh? I wonder whats going on over there.. Better go check it out!" The mysterious girl exclaimed, swiftly jumping down the soaring cliff. The moment her feet left the ground, wing like designs appeared behind her back which helped her safely land on the ground yet again.

"Whats going on here?" The mysterious girl walked between the two guards to stop their argument. Both her hands placed on her waist as she looked at the two with confusion.

"Oh- Outrider amber. Good to see you today" The guard greeted the named girl, AMBER. Amber exchanged the guards greeting with a smile "Good to see you today too. Now, will anyone care to explain what's going on?" She questioned, her hazel eyes glancing at the three people infront of her; You noticed how her gaze seemed too be longer on yours - as if she had something on her mind.

"I'll explain"

"Let me explain"

"So basically.."

You and the other two guards were caught off guard by the sudden synchronization. "Uhm, I can explain the situation" You spoke up while (e/c) eyes looked at the two.

"No, I've got a more grip and understanding standing on the situation, allow me" One of the guards replied back, his other companion raised a brow on what the other had just said.

"Please. I remember the details on the situation more clearly, I'll be telling you what happened Outrider Amber." His companion argued back to the other

"I'm doing you a favor so allow me."

"You're gonna leave out some parts so just let me do it"

"I'll do it"

"No, I'll do it"

"Guys.."

"So.. What you're all saying is that this person just wanted to get inside mondstadt?" Amber questioned;it took a long while till you just decided to explain to amber what really happened. Still, you couldn't shake off the feeling how intensely she was staring at you for - it creeped you out badly but you tried not to make it too obvious.

"Thats basically what happened" You confirmed giving her a small nod. Amber's expression seemed to be in deep thought for some moments till she gave you a smile in return.

"Seems like theres no problem then! You don't seem to pose as a threat, uhm.." Amber trailed off not really having to get your name yet. "Oh! It's (Name), pleasure to meet you" You kindly greeted her

You expected a positive greeting back but instead, your body jolted slightly. Seeing her shocked expression staring at you deeply for a moment and soon returned to normal.

Amber's expression calmed down and she gave you a apologetic smile "Oh sorry bout that... Just go right ahead" She offered, her fingertips gently wrapping around the back of her neck as her gaze were on the floor. You questioned her abnormal behavior earlier but the thought of going inside THE city of Mondstadt that you've dreamed ever since you first played made you ecstatic. Not to mention that you just met with one of the main side characters (amber) made you forget her strange activity just a few seconds ago.

You gave her a nod "Alright. Thank you!" And without hesitating you quickly walked inside the city of Mondstadt. The aroma of dandelions waved through the surroundings as people were joyful and free; something that you've craved since your 'previous' life.

Today is a brand new page in a book, where you're the one holding the pen and get to be able to write whatever you desire! WELCOME TO MONDSTADT

Two pairs of hazel colored eyes followed your body whilst you gleefully strolled from shop to shop. Her gaze not leaving you for even a second, for fear shrouded over her. Fear that you again would leave her sight.

".. They can't be..."

"You've felt it too huh?"

"... Get the others.

"We can't let them get away"

[A/N: HOPE YALL ENJOY PART 2. SORRY IT SEEMED SHORT, I'LL TRY TO MAKE PART 3 LONGER. ANYWAYS PROLOUGE IS DONE, MONDSTADT ARC WILL START NOW

[81folklore]

call it what you want- STROLL

pairings: lance stroll x streamer!reader (fc: sagemommy69)

summary: streamer yn gets on gossip sites for supposedly dating a driver, due to her being close friends with max fewtrell people assume shes dating lando, she shuts that rumor down pretty quickly

authors note: this was based on this request. i honestly wasnt sure where this was going so i hope its alright, didnt really have any motivation but knew i needed to get it done so🤷 also incase you dont know ‘bob’ is the name lando goes by on max’s and friends streams

authors note 2: kinda short, kinda sweet idk. i did this in about an hour and ive already found a few mistakes in the stream highlights but i deleted everything so you will have to make do! reminder that requests are open but currently only working on social media au requests or any that i can turn into smaus (also if you have a song/artistin mind please put that in your request along with a faceclaim if you have one!!)

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teaching max_fewtrell valo and then 5 stack w/ max, jollz, toki + josh!! live on twitch 💐

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user7 ahh ive missed the streams!!

max_fewtrell i feel underprepared

yourusername you better hope your not we need you to carry

user88 excited for max to play valo

yourusername get ready for some wonderful reyna gameplay

user26 THE FLOWERS..MOTHERS GETTING TREATED GOOD

user6 only recently started following, who are they from?

user26 honestly no idea, shes never posted them before😭

tokibbi 🩵🩵

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i want to wear his initial on a chain round my neck not because he owns me, but because he really knows me💐

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user55 HARD LAUNCH HARD LAUNCH

user7 she really saw the lando rumors still flying and said ‘no.’

user61 THEYRE SO CUTE WHATBTHE HELL

user88 SHE LOVES HIM😭HE LOVES HER😭

user12 theyre both 3 apples tall🤏

max_fewtrell why are you kissing on my timeline

yourusername this is what happens when people think i’d date bob

lance_stroll my babys fly like a jet stream

yourusername HIGH ABOVE THE WHOLE SCENE LOVES ME LIKE IM BRAND NEW

lance_stroll i love you!!

yourusername i love YOU!!

landonorris which is more than they can say🎶

yourusername 🚨swiftie alert🚨

landonorris reputation and 1989 are bangers

yourusername so real and true lando norris

user60 i love how we’re all pretending these two make sense and we arent shocked😭😭

user27 RIGHT?? why are we pretending we were expecting it??

joshseki tell max im never playing valorant with him again

yourusername max_fewtrell hes basically saying you sucked

max_fewtrell not fair..reyna was harder than i expected

user8 this is literally the most insane post, we have yn + lance, lance being a swiftie, LANDO?? being a swiftie and loving 1989 and rep (TASTE) and then max and yn arguing😭

[hugsandchaos]

Follow-up to Halfa Dash AU

Believe it or not, Danny starts to get jealous of Dash. In his eyes, Dash got everything while he got little to nothing. Everyone in town knows Dash’s “secret” and work to hide him from the GIW or prying eyes. Valerie and the Fentons work together with him, and Vlad learned to let go of his anger a long time ago and isn’t in the picture.

When Danny helped in his universe, he was called a menace for accidentally causing property damage in ghost fights, half of which is caused by the other ghost attacking him and the other half is Danny being thrown at buildings or the ground, so he literally has no control over it! Even when he tried! He still tried to help the best he could, but it was never enough for the town.

“I gave all I could for them, and then some, but what did I get? Hunted! Torn open! I didn’t expect anything, not even a thank you!”

When Dash does it, he’s considered a hero, gets pats on the back, that kind of stuff. His fire core in still underdeveloped, but he warms up the area when he’s in ghost form. People love that, unless people are already hot and sweating, but no one lashes out. Danny’s ice core lowers the room temperature, and sometimes his body temperature. No one wants to hold hands that are cold.

As you can tell, Danny is pissed about this. He’s happy Dash doesn’t have to deal with what he did, but he’s still pissed.

As for Sam and Tucker, I have two ideas.

They went along with him to the alternate universe, where none of them existed, and all live and work together to get by and help each other out. There was no way they were leaving him alone.

The alternate Sam and Tucker like Dash. They think he’s a pretty chill guy, and they don’t understand why Danny keeps avoiding him or flinching. A part of Danny feels betrayed by this, even though he knows they’re not the Sam and Tucker he knew.

I think the last straw for Danny would either be Vlad or Lancer.

When Vlad comes into the picture, he’s not just… well, not a fruit loop, but he helps Dash! He helps him with his ghost powers, he teaches him, and Jack, and Maddie! He gives tips and advice on what to expect in the future and how to deal with it, and gives him his number incase he needs him!

Danny’s anger reaches a whole new peak.

If it’s Lancer, then it’s when he figures out that Danny has no parents and is living on his own. When he talks to Danny about this after school, he blows up at him. He goes on a rant about how Lancer thinks that he knows what’s best for him when he doesn’t know the full story. He lets it slip that he’s from another universe and had really bad experiences that made it hard for him to trust people and asks how he can be sure this isn’t a trap of some kind.

Eyes are glowing green, the room is freezing, and Danny’s cussing while trying not to have a mental breakdown and failing. He doesn’t want to be put into any adoption or foster care, especially with some strangers, and he’s determined to not let that happen. If anyone, he’d allow Frostbite to adopt him.

Surprisingly, this Frostbite and the one he first met are very similar and recognize him. It’s as if they’re actually the same! Like the Ghost Zone didn’t change, or at least, the Far Frozen didn’t.

Or maybe I can add the Nightingale Family from the PenPal AU! They’d be the one able to adopt him because he meets them all over again, and they’re some of the few people who are still the same. He knows he can trust them, so when they offer adoption, his answer is yes and a big hug.

I think that eventually, he and Dash might have a rivalry-type friendship. Ish. Danny’s constantly pushing Dash to get better with his skills. Dash likes to challenge him to a sparring match or race. Or maybe it’s like this closer to the start, but Danny’s genuinely mad under the mask. He’ll start to appreciate this Dash sooner or later.

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Hello so I have a question that I have been meaning to ask about for probably 2 days but what would happen if the brothers from your au (Beloved little brother AU) met my Troll au (One of the au about the infected au but mines a little different) my au isn't really in any app where you could ready cause I only use it when making up stories in my mind... I never write them cause I'm not a good writer... Anyways here's the version of branch in my AU (If you have any questions because this is kind off confusing then pls ask because I really wanna know how the brothers would react to this little au of mine)

Ok... someone dared him to go to the forest with a spear just incase the creature (The one that's supposed to be a myth lurking in the deep dark forest at night...which carries around a virus a dangerous one) is actually real...and stay in the forest for 2 hours....he never came back and went missing for 2 weeks...when they found him he looked different and acted more hostile... He was covered in blood... It didn't look like all of it was his... The thing they got disturbed the most was the Bite mark that had black veins growing.... Whatever happened in that forest and the days he was missing must have made him crazy with paranoia, anxiety, fear, and worry... he was still holding the spear he brought... it was covered in blood... his friends (The snack pack) surrounded him trying to reassure him that everything is going to be ok... but stepping forward towards him while he was near an edge of a cliff was really a bad idea... he must of been hallucinating from the way he looked at them... the last step back he took made him slip and fall from the cliff which he landed on spikes below piercing his body.... killing him...

But I saw how you don't like the idea of branch dying so let's change that to extremely injured if that makes it any better...

Note: he is grey with few scratches and bruises but the main problem in the Bute mark where he is infected... But considering we changed his fate to getting killed to extremely injured he would be contained in a containment room...

P.S: the reason why he went crazy is in the explanation... He didn't wanna kill or infected anyone else....

Effect/Symptoms: aggressive... Hungry... Crazy/insane...and hostile.... And other effects/symptoms (Cannibalism...)

That's all sorry if this is long...

John had a plan, he went for his other brothers, they would get Branch back and if necessary they would take him to Vacay Island where they could take care of him and keep him safe like they were supposed to do.

He went to Bruce first, he found him through the postcard; It was crazy to find out that he was married and had 13 kids, that was a shock to John; Then they went for Floyd, they were at one of his concerts, it was magnificent; finding Clay was more difficult, it took them 3 days to find Clay, it was a strange encounter, since they had to deal with Princess Viva, they didn't even know that she was not with the rest of the Trolls, she decided to go with them to find her sister Poppy, they were about to leave her alone because Viva was hesitant at the entrance of the sanctuary, John just wanted to go look for his baby brother, he didn't want him to be any further away from his siblings, his family who wanted him safe, but Viva he was making it FUCKING hard for them, he didn't like the girl for it, he could even see that Clay was upset with his "friend" for it.

So they arrived at Pop Village, they talked to some trolls but every time they talked about their Little Brother they went the other way, many ran in the opposite direction shouting for a Poppy, Viva got excited when she heard the name sister, she was alive and that made her made me very happy.

But they were in panic, worried and scared to death, afraid that their little brother would not be here, that it would be late and he would be... Gone.

But then Poppy arrived and a group of friends with a very stupid name approached them, King Peppy was with them, it was a nice family meeting between members of royalty, but Brozone just wanted to find his little brother, see him, hug him. just keep it safe.

When they asked about Branch, he could see how they smiled and all the joy was erased from their faces, Viva looked confused by that, Floyd sobbed by that.

John felt cold, while Bruce and Clay tried to calm Floyd down.

Poppy jumped up and said that Branch was alive and well, as far as he could be, that he was sick, and that they couldn't see him.

John told him that they were brothers, that they were his brothers, that they needed to see him.

One of Poppy's friends pointed to Floyd and asked him if he was Floyd, he obviously said yes and although Peppy didn't seem like he wanted to take them to Branch, Poppy did.

He took them to a bunker, his little brother's bunker, Branch's home, he showed them some rooms, those rooms screamed their names everywhere, just like the rooms at Grandma's house, Branch had copied the rooms, waiting for them to They came back, and now they are here, they just had to apologize and everything would be fine.

He took them to a deep place in the bunker, it was a large room and what looked like a large glass with small holes at the top for air and an even smaller door in which there was a broken plate with food lying around, it was dark at the end. , they couldn't see anything.

And then they saw a tail, John recognized that lock of hair, how many times did he not have to untangle the hair and that lock in the tail when Branch played on the branch at his house, always getting covered in leaves.

Floyd ran towards the glass, drawing Branch's attention, they went after him when something crashed against the glass with force. Clay fell to the floor from shock, Bruce walked away gasping and covering his mouth.

Floyd didn't move, his hands were still on the glass, he was pale, shaking and crying without saying a sound; John was at his side reeling in shock.

Poppy explains that Branch went to the forest because something or someone was being violent, a lot of trolls were scared because someone almost hit them, and Branch went to take care of it, and he didn't come back for 2 weeks, when they went to look for him they found him out of his mind, bathed in blood and that it was not his, at least not all of it, with a big bite on his arm, he was more paranoid than ever, he was violent and he was lashing out, they had to knock him out to bring him here, it was a room where Branch put aggressive animals wounded, where Branch would care for them and then release them.

John wasn't listening to her, he could only see his little brother, his sweet and innocent little brother, he looked bad.

His eyes that were so big and cheerful were cloudy, his pupil covered almost his entire eye, he could barely see the beautiful blue that was once there, his hair was a chaos, his teeth were all fangs and his skin, his arms were full. from a bite, and his mouth had blood.

His brother looked like a wild animal...

He had been eating himself, refusing to eat anything but meat, and even meat sometimes didn't feed him, or so Poppy said.

Branch was banging on the glass when he heard her speak, screaming like an angry animal.

"Branch..." Floyd spoke to him, and Branch stood still as an entrance, just looking at Floyd, and looking at the others, at Clay on the floor crying, at Bruce and John Dory.

"..YOU...ARE BACK..." Branch was smiling, tapping on the glass, John could ignore the blood and wounds; he would swear his baby brother was excited to see them, that he was happy to see his older siblings; as if this were normal

"Yes Branch, we're back." John put his hand on the glass, and his brother's bloody, clawed hand rests on top of his, smiling at his brothers.

I needed to write that, and I love seeing more of your Au, I'm not such a fan of the Infected stories that you've been doing, sometimes I don't understand the story because I lose the thread, so I don't understand them much (but I am a fan of the zombies), so I needed to write something because I like your work!

Well continuing with this, the brothers moved to the bunker (except Bruce who came and stayed for 2 weeks and then returned to Vacay Island), they took care of Branch, John Dory got a muzzle, because one time they tried to get him out of the cage ; They were furious, how dare they put their little brother in a cage like an animal, they are their brothers, they can handle it; So John got a muzzle, because he almost bit Clay when they tried to get him out, and with the muzzle it was easier, they healed his wounds and made sure he looked better.

Bruce fed him, but they had to tie him in an iron chair because the wooden one destroyed it easily, then it was difficult to feed him, because Branch refused, and he started biting his arms again, Bruce realized that Branch liked it. blood, so he started drawing blood with a syringe and a bag, when John Dory found out he did it himself and Floyd and Clay joined in, Branch looked like a child who was given his favorite milkshake when they served him a glass.

And then it was the food, he didn't eat anything, John Dory hunted animals and gave them to Branch, raw, because he didn't seem to like it cooked or sewn, and then he accidentally killed someone, John was shooting a fleet to hunt a small animal for his little brother's breakfast tomorrow, when someone passed by, it was dark, he didn't see it, but it wouldn't be his first death, but it would get him in trouble if someone found out, so he took him to the bunker, he had a fight with his brothers for bringing the corpse, and then, they don't know how Branch got loose, but Branch threw himself on the body, his brothers moved away by instinct, they could never be afraid of their baby brother, and Branch looked so happy eating the poor unknown troll , that they couldn't take that joy away from him, it was sad that some trolls disappeared, but his little brother needed to eat, no one can blame them for wanting to take care of his brother.

No one was allowed to enter the bunker, not Snack Pack, not Viva, Peppy, and much less Queen Poppy.

They don't mind killing as long as their brother can eat and be happy, he's calm when he has meat so he's easy to deal with, Floyd keeps saying it's like dealing with Branch when he was 2 years old.

They are his brothers.

They know how to take care of it...

This was what I had to post, and now it turns out that I deleted a previous question for the wrong answer and two more for deleting the wrong post, it's a sign of what my life will be like in my new cycle at the university (I have to come back on Monday god I have a headache)

And your owner is Au I would like to know more!

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Stranger things/Black phone crossover Au

(Call me family)

Ok so I absolutely adore stranger things / the black phone crossover au fics. Like I actually can’t get over it or stop reading them, I can’t seem to find all that much on it but when I do I absolutely love itttttt!. Like it’s to the point I can’t get certain HCs out of my head so here we are!

So I think one of my fav plots (I’ve found like one) is of Vance & Billy being related and I can’t get enough! Or Vance being related to Hopper (especially as his son but that doesn’t work for this so Uncle Hop!).

Also I love the idea of them having cute nicknames! Eg

Billy for Vance : Pinhead, kiddo, little guy, terror

Vance for Billy: Billy Bee, bubba

Ok so hear me out. Vance and Billy are half brothers, Billy’s mum left when he was like two years old (bc that’s more convenient 👀) because Neil is an abusive ass who is also very unfaithful.

So like maybe a month later Neil gets with Layla Hopper (Jim Hoppers estranged little sister) who he was on again off again with, she gets pregnant and voila! You have Vance Hargrove!

While little Billy is sad that is mum is gone he’s happy to have a new baby brother (he’s not an ass yet that’s later)

it just so happens little Vance is absolutely obsessed with his big brother. Like he looks at him like he framed the sky just for him and he follows him around like a baby duck.🐥. Even the kids Billy hangs out with just accept that his Lil bro is probs coming too.

At this point Billy takes his big brother roles very seriously. He’s practilly the one raising Vance bc Neil sure as hell isn’t gonna do it, Layla is young, like grossly young for Neil but still legal, and she doesn’t know what she’s doing and while she’s not that bad she’s not the best and kinda just leaves the kids to it.

So it’s Billy doing all the things Like:

• When Neil is being a dick Billy will keep is lil bro distracted so he doesn’t piss Neil off

•if Neil is getting violent Billy will intensionally set him off if he’s worried he might go after Vance

•if his lil bro is having a nightmare he will put him back to bed and keep him company, with promises to watch incase the monster comes out from under then bed.

• he’ll walk Vance to the beach after he finishes School

• he’ll take him to get Icecream /make his meals

•teaches him how to properly insult people and how to make comebacks(just general life things)

Unlike what Billy’s like with Max, he absolutely insists that Vance is his little brother not half brother.like he’ll fight you to prove it cuz he totally would.

Also I can totally see Billy being the one who first takes Vance to an arcade and shows him pinball. Little Vance is absolutely fascinated and it Billy who teaches him how to play the game. They always compete against each other at the arcade, and Billy’s not the kind to just let you win (most of the time) so Vance spends ages practicing so he can win.

Then on the day Vance genuinely beats Billy, he gets a high five and an “about time Pinhead” and from that day in he is affectionately insulted with being called Pinhead and he wears it like a crown!

But no one else can call him Pinhead (cuz Billy won’t allow any disrespect (plus that’s his thing)) so people start calling him Pinball Vance!

Eventually Layla has enough of Neil’s abusive controlling ass and decides to leave him (good for her but my poor babies) and takes Vance who is like 8y/o at that point.

Lil Vance doesn’t want to leave his big brother, lil Billy is sad but he know Vance is probs better off (that doesn’t mean he wants him to go)

So the brothers part ways and promise to call each other all the time but sadly that’s impossible as Neil changes their number out of spite and Billy doesn’t really know where they ended up.

So Layla changes Vances name and he becomes Vance Hopper as a kind of middle finger to Neil.

She marries a guy called George Howle two years later when Vance is 10, this guy is basically Neil again but super manipulative and Layla is too tired to run away this time.

Neil married Susan a year later (he blames Layla leaving on never being married to her)and she moved in like immediately with Max who was 8 (she’s a Year younger than Vance and three years younger than Billy bc I say so)

Neil forbids billy from ever talking about Vance or Layla so Max knows next to nothing about him, barely knows he exists.

Billy is resentful because he feels like Max is trying to replace Vance (which is kinda what Neil is doing) but she’s not she just knows that Billy doesn’t like her so she decides she doesn’t like him. Neil continues to be an abusive asshole.

Billy becomes an ass because he’s a kid with anger issues, no outlet, and abusive dad, a stepmom who willingly looks away when things get bad, an annoying redhead who gets him into trouble and is constantly missing his little brother.

Vance becomes an ass and constantly picks fights due to the neglect of his mother, abuse of his stepfather, anger issues, missing his brother and at this point is practically a learned behaviour.

Ok side note, the grabber has already killed Billy and Griffin (sorry babies 😭)

The grabber kidnapped Vance (when he was 13 bc I need that age), the grabber has to keep Vance drugged bc he’s still pretty big and won’t stop throwing punches. The grabber gets cocky at not being found and Kidnaps Bruce, Robin & Finney (they’re not really in this but that could change depending). Does some of his awful shit to them, especially Vance, because he thinks he’s pretty and the grabber is creepy af.

The Bboys get their chance and kill the grabber escaping, Bruce has to literally carry Vance, Robins arm is broken, they’re all messed up and end up in hospital. Most end up in comas (for plot convienece)

When Layla was going to visit the hospital, she was speeding bc she realised how terrified she was for her son and desperately wants to see him, she gets into a car crash and dies before she ever reaches him.

George refuses to take Vance in because he’s a delinquent and is now traumatised so after they can finally track down Jim hopper (bc Layla had put him in her will as who would be Vances guardian and just never changed that) by the time Vance moved to Hawkins season 2 is ending and Season 3 is starting.

So like he vaguely remembers Jim but not enough to want to go live with him in the middle of butt fuck nowhere.

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This might just be referenced and not actually done bc like, it’s just the show mainly.

The Hargrove/Mayfield family move to Hawkins in 1984 (billy16,Max13, because plot and I say so) (season 2)

On the night when Billy is supposed to attack Steve, he gets attacked by a demo dog (not badly just enough to see it at maybe get a bit hurt) outside outside the Byers house. The kids come out and see Billy basically winning against this monster through the sheer will of not wanting to die.

Steve helps him kill it with the bat, Billy gets given all the details and after a minor breakdown and trying to not believe it finally goes along. (Part of him still hoping it’s just a dream). Eventually he joins the party when they go to the tunnels because someone needs to drive and apparently that’s Billy.

Demon dogs get torched. Basically the same ending just + Billy.

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End of season 2/ beginning of season three

Vance gets to Hawkins and the fun can begin

(This is getting long so imma stop)

(If you want my other stuff for this au is under the tag= Call me family au)

[bluiex]

Hey! Is me! The anon that give you the spire family AU cause I need help with some things cause I’m finally working on it again!!!

First let’s set the scene to help you(me) visualise the story better! I think it’s set like some of the Empires still exist just to expand the world, Shopping centre is still shopping centre but it’s like the resort in Mystreet season 6, with like the tower thing in the middle and all other like islands(aka like Aqua town and stuff like that) are. Mother Spore is like on this Erie off coast of the shopping centre that was originally connected to the shopping centre but when humans came they destroyed the eco system that connect them</3

(We keeping the Undergrove, Overgrown, Ocean Empire(Swamp is literally just like under the rule of the ocean empire), Meazalia(?), and Grimlands(cause imagine, Count fWhips twin sister ‘KIDNAPPED’ by the evil Mother Spore! Is so funny!!)

Kept the Undergrove cuase im thinking it’s like where the sporelings are most accepted(cause Shubble’s well- a gnome- but she’s got her whole mushroom thing so I’m making her bestie with Mother Spore)

(THIS GIVE ME AN IDEA!!! Everyine else trying to find where Mothers Spire other hide out is: Shubble having FUCKING TEA with Mother Spore: And i told her, that he was a cheat but she just gaslit me!)

So like Lizzie. Let’s make her God of the Ocean cause obvi! Jimmy’s like the Demi god who fell in love with mortals(cause my heart PAINS for that</3)

Lizzie and her Human Joel who just- “What? Noo gods don’t exist.”

Kathrine is the kinda queen that pretends to be a peasant and is friends with her whole kingdom without a single one (-The guards cause incase she gets hurt) knowing(Scott use to live in the Overgrown)

(IM PUTTING ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD OF THE UNDERGROWN CAUSE ITS MEANT TO BE LIKE THEIR OPPOSITES THAT OBTRACT!!)

fWhip has gone insane when Scott hurt Gem in ESMP1 so what happeneds when she gets ‘kidnapped’? HE GOES SO INSANE ITS FUNNY LIKE AT 3AM THERES LIKE A GUARD COMING TO TAKE HIS POST AND FWHIP RUNS PAST “WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GO???YOUR MY ONLY BRAINCELL AND ILL KILL ANYONE AND EVERYONE INVOLVED WITH YOUR DISAPPEARANCE!” And the guards just like “He pays me enough…but it really could be more”

So the sporelings-

Scott’s brother Spore- like I’ve mentioned before-

Pearl’s Scott’s actually sister so just cause if that she sister spore but it’s like when a princess runs away from being a princess except she doesn’t know she running.

All the resistance members are still there obvi! (Stress, Impulse, Ren,  Doc, Jevin, XB, Etho)

But also Sausage went cause Scott flirted with him.

Joey’s there cause Xornoth(Scott’s cousin) is there-(that’s real gay)

Lauren(cause I her😭) is Xornoth’s sister, went with her cousin cause that’s her bestie!

(There are just random NPCs, some are there cause Scott flirted with them. Some went cause they thought Grian was hot. NPCs are gay/thirsty as hell.)

HEP are all scientist

Zed’s that one that’s like super smart, gets like a lot of the important info but does stupid shit- like drops the very poisonous specimen then says “Oopies!”

Pix is there cause I feel like he just does it for ironically.

TFC(I miss him😭) was a scientist that left and joined the Sporelings but instead reminded Grian of his dad, and he’s like like “Da- Grandpa spore.”

Ofcourse Theres NPC duh!

Now….WHAT THE HELL DO I DO WITH MUMBO??? Is he sporeling, random gardener, redstone shop owner or just a nobody? OR LIKE AN EX BESTFRIEND/LOVER OF GRIAN CASUE I LIVE FOR DRAMA!!!!

I’m still working on placing all the other hermits and an one else I want to add. They’ll all get something special, even if just one scene. 

Okay that’s all from 2am anon! Okay, Bye bye! Love you! Eat food! Drink water! Stay safe!

-🌺🪸🥀

I love all of this! I wish I could give you ideas of my own but brain mush atm 😭

But Jsut know I'm absolutely living for this. And I think Mumbo should be a sporling

[gaddaboutgriffon]

Ok picking this back up.

It’s been 8 months since Danny disappeared and the ghost situation in amity has forgot of control to the point the GIW couldn’t keep it hidden anymore, and attracts justice league attention. The JLD are sent in to clean up while the main league deals with the Ecto acts violating the meta acts. The JLD find group of teens barely keeping both the Ghost, GIW, and Fentons dra at bay while the rest of the town seem to be holed up in the mayor’s bunker. This Teens are Sam with fully realized liminal plant powers and some occult magic. Tucker with technopath and Egyptian magic. Val with her ghost hunter suit. Jazz who has developed empath abilities along with Amazon like strength to koolaid through walls like her father. Paulina who now has a dragon form. And let’s throw in Dash who is getting enhanced strength and speed. (Unless you guys can think of a better power for him.) those 6 are basically being recruited into young justice or teen titans which ever fits the au. And they tell the justice league members they have been looking for a missing friend for 8 months, and the exact day he disappeared. The same day Robin disappeared. Not sure who but someone is going to make a mental connection there.

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Danny had no idea that incubating ghost cores takes longer than a normal pregnancy, or that his body would shape shift for it. He is about 13 months in but is just now feeling like Dan and Ellie could come at any day. though the first 5 months was his past self and the remaining 8 his future or is it his current self has been through it. And after 13 months of this he is irritated and snappy at everything. He can feel it is almost time though. Like almost any day soon. What makes him even more ready to break someone's neck is that everyone is looking at him like he looks like it could be any moment. He knows he does but the reminders are not appreciated. At least everyone is quick look and move away. The few times he did lose his temper and ... ahem gave some ninjas a smack down, it firmly gave them a reason not to cross the halfa.

It also had the unfortunate side effect of making this this fermenting ecto pit's Fruit loop be more interested in him. Trading the info, he had on Vlad got him in the door, but now Danny is concerned the old man is, gag, thinking of adopting him. The fact that two fruitloops want Danny in their family may not be a lot but it is enough to make him suspicious Desiree or someone put a curse on him to be a magnet for rich old mentally unstable men. at least the last hissy fit has everyone avoiding his nest. that gives him even more time with cute chubby cheeked 2-year-old Damian. A week later Dan and Ellie were out and Damian was learning how to be a sibling.

Meanwhile Jason is just confused why the training seems easier than he remembered. still bone cracking exhausting but he has a vague impression it was worse the first time. Even stranger is no missions yet. Which he is glad for since that keeps him close to Danny incase anything happens and they have to run, but it is weird. He is beginning to worry what Ras may be planning. Well, whatever it is, for now it is best to try and keep their heads low and give the twins as much time to grow as possible before they find someplace new to lay low. after all they have about 4 more years before he can return as Red Hood without royally screwing up the timeline.

well that is all i got for now. maybe someone else can add something that will inspire more.

Dead on Main time travel with a mom Danny twist.

Jason calls in a favor from someone on the justice league dark team for help with a case that got magical. the person sends him Danny. it goes well. they're both working very professionally. something happens and they end up back in time in their younger bodies.

Both of them are in the same city that they were working the case on. They are far away from home but Jason is 15 a few months before he finds out about his bio mom and Danny at this time is incubating Dan and Ellie's cores.

Neither of them quite realize the repercussions of what's Happening. The two of them team up to try and get back home. What the two of them don't realize is Danny's friends and family have no idea where he is though they are less worried than the bat family who fully believe Jason is kidnapped.

The two of them go on adventure trying to dodge any local heroes or villains. Eventually the two of them are able to get into contact with Clockwork and Clockwork tells them that they have altered this timeline too much for them to go back. 

The two of them angst about that until they have to get forced out of that because they run into a local hero. I want to say one of the Titans that work with Nightwing because then they recognize Jason but have no reason to know that he's missing.

the two of them then realize that because they're in their younger bodies everyone has no idea where they are. This is when Danny realizes that at that age he is incubating Dan and Ellie which makes him try to split off from Jason.

As Danny's trying to figure out a way to tell Jason what's going on Jason realizes that Danny is getting really sick or at least he thinks is really sick. He's getting tired more easily than before and keeps throwing up. Jason originally thought it was due to stress of the situation but it becomes more and more clear that it is not. They end up having a confrontation which leads to Danny telling him that they are basically pregnant. 

Jason tells Danny that they are not leaving them, especially not after everything that happened. The two of them decide together where to go. The two of them end up deciding the only places that they can go are Amity park or Gotham because of the ambient ectoplasm.

They can go to Amity Park except last time Danny was there it was a bad Fenton parents reveal which led to both Dan and Ellie dead with jazz wheelchair bound as well as Sam and Tucker in comas.

 Or

they could go to Gotham except Jason is probably presumed missing. Having Wayne and bat family connection is probably best for them except for Jason having a falling out in the last timeline as well as knowing that he is supposed to be dead in a few weeks. Jason knows that his death is a major turning point for his family as well as many other things in the timeline.

[unnamed-atlas]

I am handing over my current character descriptions for the Apocalypse AU

Mianite:

A small, mostly abandoned kingdom, so old, run down, and lost to time that no one can remember what it was originally called. It’s mostly referred to as Mianite, as the followers of Mianite control most of the territory, though the name Ruxomar is one that may ring familiar to those familiar with its history. From the outside most of those within the kingdom are seen as raving cultists, so wanting for hope in the apocalypse that they devised their own deities to worship. 

Mianite:

Followed by Tucker, Sonja, and Dec. They control most of the kingdom, as Dec also serves as the priest and is said to be able to communicate with any of the gods at any time.

Dianite:

Followed by Tom, Nadeshot, and the Modesteps. The Dianitees are mostly scattered on the outskirts of the kingdom, not at all being on good terms with the Mianite followers. Nade however is on pretty neutral terms with them and is more willing to work with them than the others, and therefore lives within the village, the space between him and the modesteps accounting for most of Dianite’s territory.

Ianite:

Followed by Jordan, who has quickly expanded his territory from a single home out near the docks to a large chuck of the outer village in the general area of the docks. He’s been in Mianite for a long time, not following either Mianite or Dianite, claiming to be on his own team, and even managing to stay on good terms with both sides. If anything, despite the infighting of their groups, Jordan had brought them all together as friends. After a trip out of the kingdom for a tournament he came back speaking of a god named Ianite, claiming the other’s and their gods were trying to trap her, destroy her, that she could stop the spreading apocalypse if they let her. His friends are more than a bit worried about him, especially now that the only time he talks to them is to threaten them out of his part of the kingdom. Tom swears up and down that there’s something off about his eyes.

The Wizards:

A group independent of the gods who live in the kingdom but aren’t often actually seen by the other inhabitants of the kingdom. They live in the abandoned castle, and a series of underground passages and temples beneath the kingdom. They’ve been alive since long before the apocalypse and they work as the historians of the kingdom, they also work to restore run down portions of the kingdom and keep the peace between its inhabitants.

SBI:

A small group that spend their time traveling across the world, mostly(Kinda, not totally) staying nonviolent and keeping out of people's business.

Techno:

Claims to be a lone wolf but spends a suspicious amount of time around Wilbur, Phil, and Tommy, even helping them collect supplies and protect their campsite. A well trained fighter who often participates in Dream’s pvp tournaments and more often than not comes out victorious. Well known and also widely disliked because of this. Tries to keep his public image of that of a loner, not wanting to put any of his friends in danger from any other fighters who may particularly hate him.

Wilbur:

The main supply gatherer/forager of the group. Very good at sneaking around, has been known to steal from people, though he mostly tries not to tell Phil when he can get away with it. He taught himself how to play the guitar after stealing it some time ago and has now become the designated musician of the group, helping to lift their spirits and entertain them. Really likes water and especially the ocean, but can’t actually swim. Maybe a bit too reckless.

Phil:

The designated protector and cook of the group. His fighting skills are on par with Techno’s, though he chooses not to take the risk of participating in pvp like him. He’s the only one in the group who can cook so yeah he cooks for them. He’s like the big brother of the group. He basically forcibly adopted Tommy after saving him from monsters once, and he frequently forces Techno to take care of himself, treating wounds he gets in battle, forcing him to eat and sleep when he usually wouldn’t and such, and he does his best to curb Wilbur’s stealing habit.

Tommy:

He’s basically like the other three’s younger brother. When he first joined their group he and Wilbur didn’t get along at all, but they slowly grew on each other. He enjoys singing along with Wilbur when he’s singing. He seems to just attract bad luck, always ending up in the most ridiculously dangerous situations and then trying to play it off like it wasn’t actually that bad. He really loves the excitement of their travels. Techno frequently makes fun of him for his bad luck, but it’s all in a very joking way, he always makes sure not to push it too far, and he even teaches Tommy proper fighting and self defense techniques when they have the time.

Various other inhabitants of the apocalypse:

Fundy:

A skilled technician and inventor working to make life in the apocalypse easier, safer, and generally more fun. Working on ways to get around, get rid of, and/or destroy the corruption, but also creates things just for fun. Has on more than one occasion helped create contraptions for Dream’s tournaments. He keeps a low profile and sticks closer to the corruption than most people might in order to study, yet, by some miracle, has managed to not yet be infected. He can fight well enough to defend himself when needed, but isn’t confident enough in his abilities to purposefully pick a fight with anyone. Likes being a public figure and being known for his work and helping people through his inventions, but tries not to expose himself too much to more hostile groups.

Dream Team:

Dream, alongside Snapnap, George, and BadBoyHalo, runs a rather large pvp tournament, as well as smaller parkour and minigame tournaments. Participants have to pay a fairly good amount to enter, usually highly valued resources such as diamonds, iron, gold, netherite, coal, ect., but contestants can win a large variety of useful supplies, including; the previously stated resources, food, potions, tools or weapons, wood, stone, or other building supplies, rare items such as elytra or conduits, and other such items. The events are high risk, high reward, meaning they’re usually packed with individuals confident enough in their skill to take that risk. The events are open to the public to view (For a small fee), and even have a pretty loyal following of people who come to watch. To say the least, the dream team doesn’t have to do a lot of resource gathering with the income they have coming in.

Squid Kid:

A farmer with a surprisingly good grip on pvp skills. Kinda showed up out of nowhere in Dream’s tournaments and immediately garnered attention for his skill, and because no one knew who he was, and also because he always seems to have good food on him, an increasingly difficult feat as time has gone on, as the apocalypse has made it near impossible to properly grow any food. He has yet to have won any tournaments, but he’s gotten close, and he doesn’t seem to mind spending the resources to get in. There’s still not anyone who really knows what his deal is or even where he’s based. To say the least, he has to be careful to make sure he’s not followed home after tournaments, but he’s proven to be quite good at evading followers. He’s also quite good at deflecting questions about his personal life, much to Dream and Techno’s interest. 

RT/Daniel:

An eccentric radio host who covers the news of the apocalypse. Does his best to be entertaining and keep people informed, while also trying to constantly one-up Joe Hills, who runs a similar radio show. He keeps his show pretty loose and unstructured, basically discussing whatever he wants whenever he wants. He makes himself a prominent public figure and somehow seems to be on good terms with most people, even if he has a tendency to make fun of people during his show. He will occasionally guest star as a commentator for Dream’s tournaments, unsurprisingly these are some of the most attended events

[orangelemonsstuff]

i just can't get the Moonlight Thief Au ideas out on my mind its actually spreading fast like moss its taking half of my brain so here's another fic based on it hueueue

au credits to @jackplushie

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The Rose Ruby

(Moonlight Thief!Reader x Riddle)

Summary: Riddle have been assigned to guard a gemstone from another country to prevent you from stealing it but he didn't guessed you were after him instead. a tyrannical rose ruby is what you eye, what a great find.

Note: Reader might sound ooc but that's just because of the dialogue i wrote i hope you don't mind it ehehe

Riddle was anxious

the Moonlight Thief hasn't been catched ever since their first steal, being famous for their tricks and schemes they started to rise up with their fame yet they only leave notes and only have few photographs doing the stealing in action or escaping the minute the moment authorities arrived

you were truly mischievous

but this time, he will catch you he damn sure will

he didn't just became a police captain for the top position and following his mother's footsteps, he had became a police captain so he could catch you and make his mother even more prouder of him than now

truly, catching you became his top priority the moment he had achieved the position of police captain

you have managed to run around the hedges of his rose maze, like a sneaky little mouse, but he'll stop it now.

a expensive red beryl gemstone have been transported to the Seven Sage's City, it was to be delivered into another country and only staying at this city for temporary check-in

Riddle was assigned into the important task of guarding it, including the whole Heartslabyul troupe and leading them to catch you tonight.

it was theorized that the rare stone is going to be in your hands as soon as it arrived, of course news would get around since nothing expensive get past you lest a important imported stone from another country, if anything everyone knows you would likely to steal it

but he won't let that happen, tonight he would catch you once and for all, ending ll your mischiefs and crimes. he had called for backup incase the portion of guard would be too small and easy to escape for you

applying tons of rules to his troupe members, strictly lecturing them whole and perfectly shaping them to follow his laws. he had heard them slander him calling him awful and a tyrant but he didn't care it was all to catch you

he also added multiple security cameras, laser beams that automatically blares when somebody who doesn't have a police badge pass through, and the captain police himself guarding the precious stone inside alone .

don't you see Moonlight Thief? he was doing everything he can to catch you so why not just be kind and give yourself up to him

he would love to see you inside of an interrogation room, answering the questions of your true intentions of why you would steal important or expensive materials from rich people

you didn't have a pattern in your purloins, you ought to get whatever catches your eye even if it only sparkled a bit. everyone would be scared to brag about the expensive jewelries or accessories they own as long as your alias would be brought up to the room

they would want to protect it as if it's important more than their own lives, terrified of you taking the dearest item away from their money-greedy hands, why would that be? what was your real ambition? what is the real charm you hold to keep the greed and evil itself afraid of you?

he wishes to find out.

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in disguise of a police officer, you enter the room without problems and approached the young red haired man guarding the stone alone, smiling to yourself as you ask if this is where the gemstone is kept as he looked at you suspiciously

"go back to your position rookie." as the police captain he is, he glared at you with full distaste, clearly you were being disrespectful to your senior and leaving your assgined position didn't make it better, rule 345 said that "no rookie are supposed to leave on their on own unless they are ordered to", you need a scolding about following the rules in Heartslabyul when he is done with his current mission on catching the moonlight thi-

"Hmm sure, but can i ask you a question question?"

"Make it quick" Riddle replied stubbornly so

"have you heard about the Rose Ruby of the Queen of Hearts? he kind of caught my eye on my way here." you clasp your hands in glee hoping that he would know the answer

"Rose Ruby of the Queen of Hearts...?" Queen of Hearts? where have he heard that nickname before?

"son of a highest ranking chief officer of seven sages city." you were addressing his mother but your voice sounded dangerous making him alert.

"I'm talking about you, The smartest and tyrannical leader of the Heartslabyul Troupe Squad, The Rose Ruby, Riddle Rosehearts."

"wha-" before he could even say anything, you swiftly move towards him, carried him and crashes the glass of a window nearby as you jump off with Riddle on your arms

the sound of shattering glass alerted the guards outside of the building, looking at your way. the sight of the shattered fragments of the window glass and the Moonlight Thief carrying the red haired police captain while shining against the moonlight was fascinating and would be thought as romantic if the situation isn't considered as a kidnapping and a robbery crime

"HEY! CATCH THEM, THE MOONLIGHT THIEF PROBABLY HAS THE STUPID STONE!" one of the man shouted loud enough for you to hear, as you land they were running after you and firing shots whilst the others rushed to check your previous location.

after running around for a bit, successfully avoiding the bullets of firing guns behind you, and bearing the flailing Riddle on your arms repeating the words "let go of me!!" you have finally lost the men running on your tracks

after catching a few breaths, Riddle was still squirming on your hold, it annoyed you a little bit but carrying him like this is a fun way of teasing him

you lean down with still

"shh, look" you whisper to Riddle as you lean down on the bushes with him still in your arms, you both saw the black cars driving away from the lot fast that smoke and tire scratches on the ground appeared so visibly

"heh stupid idiots, that's not even the real thing" you mumble while grinnin with a stupid smug, Riddle's head lowered and his hand shifted near his waist

he took out to his gun and successfully pointed it to your chin in a threatening way

"put me down, back off, and put your hands in the air Moonlight Thief." His grey eyes and reddened face are filled with flaming rage you thought the moment he put his finger on the trigger he would shoot you with no hesitation

you sigh as you put him down and backed off a bit raising both of your hands in the air, his gun was still pointing at you so are his angry eyes.

a few moments of silence you decided to speak

"the backup you called are not backups, they were poachers like me who's after the stone" you said stretching your arms, Riddle was small and easy to carry but it still kinda strained you

"and they took the fake one and left." you smirked about those idiots who didn't even check close if the thing is real or not, it just really says how inexperienced the crooks nowadays

"no worries though, your whole troupe is safe on another building, they lead them there so they wouldn't have to deal with a lot of heartslabyul guys, their actual plan is to just take you out alone" Riddle shooked, he didn't even notice it, he was too focused on tactics on catching you he didn't become careful of his actions leading him to an dangerous situation

he clicked his tounge and sweat, seeing how panicked he is you felt a little pity for him, you move your hand down to your pockets as if reaching for something

"keep those hands up where i can see them or else you'll get it" you hesitate and looked at him raising your eyebrow, nevertheless you didn't let his threat stop you continued searching your pocket

by moving like that to Riddle you have already accepted your sentence and he pulled the trigger but instead of a bang it was just a click, no bullets were released or gunpowder to fire the bullets out

he was confused and repeatedly tried to pull the trigger again and again at you

"oh, were you looking for this?" his eye wide opened as your hand revealed several bullets of his gun

"can't have you shooting me so I'll take it okay?" you grasped it closed and put it back to your other pocket leaving Riddle's face still in shock

just when did you even had time to do that? your skills at stealing is impeccable he himself can't even believe it

your hand bump into something hard inside of your pocket and you brightened up

you take it out and throw it to Riddle who tried to catched it while trying not to stumble on the ground by doing so

the Red Beryl

the stone you were supposed to take

his bait on catching you and putting you on that prison cell

"why are you giving it back? didn't you want this?" Riddle gave you a look of confusion and uncertainty

"well, like i said i am not here for the red beryl" you said as you try to step closer to Riddle who tried to back away as you have stepped closer

"i was after the reddest rose ruby of the Queen of Hearts" you smile softly at him

"and I've completely stolen him haven't i?" he felt heat rush to his face revealing a red blush on his face as you said those words

are you really flirting at him at this type of moment!?

you chuckle as you torment the man in flustering, he clearly doesn't really know how to respond to your words

"I'm taking your bullets though, i don't want you shooting me if i return it after all and plus" you turn your back to him jumping on the highest prefecture you can reach

"even the tiniest fragment of the ruby is just as important as the ruby itself. I'll remember you with this--" you jump away from the scene leaving the young man stunned at your figure glossening at the moon

"my favorite ruby, Riddle."

OMAKE:

News Reporter: is it true that the Moonlight Thief isn't successful in stealing the Red Beryl because of you?

Riddle: huh...ah yeah not that they want it though they wanted m..me

News Reporter: huh?

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Heartslbyul troupe eating tarts and muffins: i feel like I'm forgetting something

another Heartslabyul police: maybe it's not important if you forget about it

Heartslabyul Troupe: Yeah you're right

*Riddle who's guarding the stone alone in another building about to be killed if it weren't for the Moonlight Thief*

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a/n: I LOVEEEE CAPTIVE PRINCESS X GENTLEMAN THIEF TROPE SO I DECIDED TO BASE IT ON THIS I HOPE YOU DONT MIND EHEHE (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

[cottoncandyjester]

More sex bot au cause I missed koda!

Warning this contains: ALOT of sex talk, a bit of mind breaking, use of the word master

almost everyone had an Android, you found them a tad creepy but also beautiful though wildly expensive. You weren’t ever planning on obtaining one but when the holidays rolled around you found yourself staring at the model through the shop, he looked so pretty and he was on sale.

Soon you were in the shop ordering one to be delivered to your house, your excitement got the better of you as you gazed at all the different models that they had “any specific model you like?” The shop owner cooed out watching as you examined all the different kinds of Androids.

“Are they all programmed with house keeping abilities?” You asked curiously only to receive a laugh, it seems your question was amusing to the older man. “No but you can buy special programs to add into your Android though I’ve heard it tends to make certain models glitchy so i would advise you to be careful” he explained as he walked up to the model you were currently gazing at. “Ah the koda model is a popular one, especially with lonely housewives his sex programming is the most advanced that was ever created, his body is also the most customizable” they explained as you stared at the model with a small hum. He was dressed so cute, it was a hoodie with devil horns on the hood and a pair of jeans he looked so…stylish, like one of those magazine models.

“I want this model..”

You had almost forgotten about that whole event, weeks passed and you were soon greeted with a large shiny box at your doorstep. You pulled it inside before leaning it against the wall hugging at how heavy it was, with a kitchen knife you cut the box open flinching at the sight of messy white hair and closed eyes greeting you back.

It was your Android! He looked a little different than how he did in the shop though, you found yourself eying his clothes he comes in which was a harness that hugged his large chest which had nipple piercings, black leather pants and black heeled boots. A bag of starter clothes sat in the box next to him, it felt like you bought a doll. On his neck was an LED collar that glowed most likely alerting you that he was turned off. You couldn’t help but reach out and softly brush some of his hair away from his face, he looked like he was asleep but you knew that wasn’t the case so you started to look for some kind of switch or button to turn him on. You leaned against him your hands brushing against his collar before feeling a button under it, you pressed the button that was hidden under his collar.

The collar slowly turned a green color before turning black with his name scrolling along the collar but what surprised you more was your name and phone number being the next to scroll past. It seems your information was already set up incase something were to happen to him. You moved back and watched as the Android’s eyes fluttered open glancing around before his eyes landing on you.

“Hi there..” you said softly flinching when he walked towards you and pulled you in for a tight hug “my new master~ I promise to serve you well! My name is koda, I am programmed with over one hundred functions from house keeping to child caring though my main functions involve intimate sexual activity. Any kink of yours can be fulfilled, any desire met. I even have the ability to change my penis size and shape if a normal human penis is not what you desire I can change that as well I have over 50 different penis options. Though if it’s a vagina you desire you will have to purchase an attachment piece to-Mphf!!” You covered koda’s mouth with your hands your face a burning bright red as you looked away trying not to picture the idea of his dick being able to change into something weird like a tentacle or whatever.

“N-nice to meet you koda, you can stop explaining now I think I get it” you stuttered out before letting out a gasp feeling him grab your wrist and trail his tongue along your palm “I am detecting arousal from you master, should I begin my foreplay and self lubrication functions?” He questioned as you felt your heart race your eyes glued to his tongue which looked like a normal tongue except it had a piercing.

“You have a tongue piercing?” You asked out making him stop and look at you curiously before his eyes sparkled “are you perhaps interested in my tongue?! Well yes I do have a piercing which I can remove if you which I can also make my tongue longer and even customize it to your pleasure with features such as making it a forked tongue, add texture to it for extra pleasure or even changing its temperature! If you would like I can show you all the different things I can do with my body?” He asked as he now kissed your finger tips and back of hand.

You yanked your hand back quickly, wiping it on your shirt “n-nope! I’m good why don’t we start off easy and have you cook dinner?” You asked nervously with a grin. Koda tilted his head to the side “Hmm? But your arousal? Master I suggest you have that taken care of, prolonged arousal can cause-” Koda started but you cut him off with a loud clearing of your throat “I’m good koda thank you! I would like dinner!” You snapped out your face a burning red as you told him what you wanted to eat. Koda blinked a few times before flashing a large grin “understood master! I will get right on it!” He cheered out as he walked away, leaving you to be overwhelmed and fluster by his entire introduction.

You decided to take a shower while you waited for dinner to be ready, your mind couldn’t help but shift to koda. He was strong when he held you, his chest was soft and a part of you wanted to touch it and give it a squeeze. You were curious about the customization he talked about with his body, you felt a surge of guilt for thinking about him in that manner.

You felt your hand drift lower and lower and before you could hold back you were touching yourself, moaning and whining as you increased your hand speed your mind drifting towards koda over you fucking you into the mattress calling you master and praising you while wrecking your insides you weren’t sure if he could ejaculate but you had a deep desire to have him fill you up with so much cum that your stomach bulges and gets full. You weren’t sure how long you were in the shower but heard a voice making you scream from surprise.

“Oh my, I was calling for you but I see why you couldn’t hear me. Is that how you liked to be touched?” Koda asked curiously eyes wide and sparkling with a childlike wonder. You couldn’t bring yourself to kick him out, you were way too horny and turned on to reject him after all he was yours wasn’t he? So it was okay to have sex with him right? You turned the shower off stepping out and eyeing him up and down your hands immediately reaching out to his harness pulling one of the straps back before letting go watching as it snapped against his body earning a laugh from him.

“Do you like it master? I also enjoy this outfit of mine though I’m excited for the thought of master buying me clothes” he cheered out happily. You gave a shuddering sigh “Koda, get me a towel please” you asked out watching Koda nod before walking off soon returning with a clean towel. “Dry me off please” you asked sweetly, watching as he obediently started to dry you off rubbing the towel along your arms and chest making you shudder and bite your bottom lip feeling his touch even though his hands were covered with a towel once all dry you leaned in grabbing the harness straps to yank him in for a kiss.

Koda dropped the towel before hugging you close returning the kiss, even though it was just a kiss he was so good especially when tongues got involved. The way he rubbed his tongue against yours and swirled his tongue around in your mouth was making you an utter mess your arousal growing stronger. You pulled back panting softly noticing his proud excited expression

“you seemed to like that master, should I add French kissing in my file of things you enjoy?” He asked as he kissed your neck hands roaming along your body clearly searching for a spot to make you moan. “Mhmm” you said with a nod. “Take me into the bedroom, I want your mouth on me some more” you said desperately. Koda picked you up feeling you wrap your legs around his waist as he walked to the bedroom laying you on the bed and moving ontop of you trailing kisses along your neck.

“Do you wish for hickies master? Love bites too?” He asked in your ear as he licked your ear lobe. “Y-yes please” you moaned out gasping at him biting your neck sucking the area with a soft groan. “Your moans are so cute master, I wonder if I can find your sweet spot” he said in a teasing tone as he rapidly kissed and sucked along both sides of your neck and shoulders seeming to like the challenge.

He sucked on one area making you moan loudly body twitching which caused him to stop with a jovial laugh “I’ll add that area to my memory, your sweet delicate weak spot.” He purred out as he trailed his kisses along your chest his tongue licking your left nipple while a hand pinched your right one enjoying your moans and shudders. “Such hard nipples, so nice and cute~” he said softly as he alternated his mouth and hand.

“K-koda, your body is so warm” you purred out causing him to stop “oh? My apologies I’ll change that” he cheered out as he trailed his tongue down your stomach causing you to flinch at how cold his tongue was, it felt like an ice cube was being rubbed against you.

You pushed his face away clearly surprised “t-too cold!” You snapped out earning a soft whine from koda who gazed at you clearly hiding a smile “but I thought you wanted it cold? Could I have been wrong?” He asked as he kissed your hips and lower stomach his lips being just as cold as his tongue.

“Y-that’s freezing cold!” You snapped at him, he seemed to be enjoying your frustration. “I’m sorry master, I’m still learning about your body and what pleases you” he said softly as he grabbed your legs and yanked them close settling himself between your legs “let me make it all better” he purred out as his tongue started to please you.

It was cool at first before warning up, you ran your fingers through his hair wincing at the little nip he gave your sex his teasing little bite causing you to glare at his playful eyes that sparkled with amusement. “That face, master when you look at me with such anger..it makes me shudder with delight” he whispers as he suddenly pressed his tongue Against your hole “I’ll help prep you, while I do that I’ll self lubricate myself to prevent any discomfort” he said lovingly as he slipped his tongue into your hole your gasp and shudder making him hum with joy.

“Watch this master, look at how customizable my tongue is..” he said while you watched as his tongue seemed to have gotten longer and thicker the feeling of his tongue stretching you out while also fucking you so deeply had you arching your back.

“S-so good!” You moaned out but before you could bask too much in its bliss he pulled away slipping his tongue back in his mouth with a satisfied grin “as tasty as you are master we should be getting to the main event. My default penis size is quite large so I had to use a healthy amount of self lubricant, excuse the mess won’t you?” He said as he started to pull his pants down.

You had no idea what he was talking about until he revealed his cock to you, his thick throbbing cock that was so thick you weren’t even sure the tip would fit. He was dripping in a clear liquid as it twitched eagerly, koda reached down now stroking his cock finding enjoyment in the way you drooled at the lewd wet sounds coming from him stroking himself.

“Master..are you ready? I promise to be gentle” he whispers lowly his half lidded eyes giving you shudders. You gulped watching him crawl onto the bed towards you his hand never leaving his cock, he climbed ontop of you and rubbed his cock against your hole “The lubricant I’m currently using will help with the pain but you should also relax” he cooed out as he pushed his cock inside of you the feeling of his tip pushing in making you whimper, he was so big that as he pushed his cock deeper and deeper inside you felt as if you were going to burst.

“K-koda! A-are you fully in? I feels so full~” you slurred out now lost in lust your expression making koda laugh “I’m only halfway but i will hurry up so that I can start moving properly” he said with a sweet smile before slamming his full length inside of you eyes sparkling at the shocked expression you gave. You ended up climaxing right at that moment tongue sticking out from bliss as your eyes rolled back.

“Such a face..master did you climax already? How cute” he said as he leaned down pressing his tongue against yours now swirling his tongue against yours while he starts to thrust slowly. Your moans grew as koda sucked and nipped at your tongue the sloppy drooling kissing making your head spin though it was nothing compared the way he slammed his cock deep inside of you rocking his hips and fucking you so ferociously that you thought you were going to break.

“master, does this feel good? Your noises are so cute and loud but please tell me how it feels” koda said softly as he licked your ear lobe once more attacking your neck as you hugged him close “s-so good! Ahh~ perfect! Don’t stop!” You moaned out only for him to pick up the pace locking eyes with you his eyes a glowing pink.

“Of course! Whatever my master desires I will fulfill~ if you say don’t stop then I won’t!” He cheers out as he moved your legs to wrap around his waist. He smiled at the sight of you losing your mind drooling and squealing as he pounded into you “Ngh.. hey master, you aren’t broken enough for my liking..you are looking lewd and cute but I want your throat to be sore from screaming. I have to show you that you don’t need anyone else..just me” he said softly before pushing your legs against your chest in a mating press his eyes shifting from pink to a vibrant blood red. “I need you to scream..okay~” he said in a sadistic tone his grin seeming sweet but you shuddered feeling his cock expand inside of you “just a few more inches, you can take it can’t you?” He purred out as he watched you scream and wiggle under him.

“K-koda!! T-too much! T-too fulll ahhh~” your squeals made him smile sweetly “it looks like you’re going to explode, how cute” He said as he leaned down licking your cheeks which were stained with tears. He held himself up gripping the sheets now rocking his hips pulling his cock out only to slam it right back in causing you to squeak. “stay with me forever master, I’m all you ever need..no human or Android can compare to me” he said softly with a soft chuckle.

“I-I’m gonna cum koda!” You hissed out making him nod “then I better hurry up Hmm?” He said in a teasing tone his thrusts getting faster and harder you swore he was going to break you. “So cute..so cute so cute so cute..I could just eat you up” Koda purred out as he leaned down kissing your face as you sobbed and cried. Soon you were drowning in bliss as you cummed koda leaned back from kissing you to watch the way you twitched and shook under him eyes wide and drool dripping down your chin.

Koda grabbed your face pulling you in for a kiss your moans muffled as he explored your mouth with his cum giving you one final thrust before you felt something spill inside of you a thick liquid that filled your insides. Koda pulled back from the kiss immediately kissing your cheeks and jawline “so good! Master did such a good job! did it feel good?” He asked as he pulled out holding you close.

You were in a daze, leaning against him “Mmm, what did you put inside of me?” You asked in a sleepy slurred tone. Koda glanced down at the liquid leaking from your hole. “Think of it as the perfect aftercare cream! My body is able to produce and ejaculate a various number of medicine. From aphrodisiacs to pain relief and even a liquid form of birth control! Though that last thing isn’t needed since I can’t get you pregnant” he said as he carefully scooped you into his arms.

“Dinner is ready by the way though I’ll have to heat it up but it should still be delicious. Let’s get you cleaned up” he chimed out, you wrapped your arms around him feeling him walk to the bathroom. He gave you a bath making sure to clean you up good before helping you get dressed and getting dressed himself in sweat pants and a hoodie he held your hand guiding you to the kitchen.

“I’ll feed you! You must be so weak! Just sit and I’ll take care of everything” Koda cheered as he forced you to sit down now rehearing the food. You watched him as he did thinking that getting an Android might’ve been the best idea you had for a while.

“After you eat and rehydrate let’s do it again! I’ll bottom for you!”

Nevermind, he was out to kill you.

[goofyhoffy]

known stranger |jjk|

CHAPTER II

people say your bestfriend's rival is your rival too. But what if you fall for your rival.

✿ Pairing :  Jungkook × female reader, Jimin × best friend reader

✿ Genre : enemies to lovers, stranger au, personal assistant au, manager au, mutual au.

✿ Summary : always seen him around your mutual friend, but one day you  noticed the known face. Everyone find you so interesting that they always want to be your best friend, yet you never find anyone close to your heart. Jimin your so called bestfriend gone through the worse break up but instead of caring him you fall for his rival. You never thought of liking someone who would beat your bestfriend, but you fall for Jungkook there. Unfortunately, Jungkook became your personal assistant who hated you the most for supporting Jimin. What if Jungkook also wants you back?

✿ warnings : fluff, strong languages, reader is a psychopath, angst, anxiety, anxiousness, double faced, bullying, overthinking, mean people, Jimin here is the meanest, ignoring, explicit, smut, fake friends, manager and personal assistant au, mutual friend, swearing, filled with flirty lines, rival, lovey dovey, break up, makeout, humiliation, oneshot, texting.

✿ Series : a drabble of 3 sets

MASTERLIST

✿ Author's note : sorry for the late update! But here it is. Lately I have been writing a bunch of Fanfiction. UPDATE: I'll be posting a Yoongi's oneshot soon, so stay tuned.

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"I think he's doing quite well. He become more reliable and accurate in his work. Now, I think you could direct him." You said to your boss. He was asking you if Jungkook was working efficiently or not. He also asked if you need his help anymore. But you already cleared that he's good to go now. You don't need his help.

"Are you sure? You don't want him as your personal assistant anymore." Your boss asked.

You nodded and said "absolutely your son has become more focused and mature now. He can start his own career now."

"Umm, some serious talk is going on?" Someone intreuppted in the middle and as expected it's Jeon Jungkook.

"Come here. Just talking about you, son." Your boss hugged him.

"Woah! About me?" He smirked at you. But you just rolled your eyes.

"_____(y/n) said that you don't need to work here anymore. Now, you can start up." Your boss proudly said. But hearing those words the smile from Jungkook's face vanished.

"No. Never. I still want to work here, dad." Jungkook sighed

"Boss, I think Mr. Jeon is now capable of doing something of his own. I also don't need personal assistant anymore." You smiled.

"But I want you." Jungkook shouted.

"I-i mean, I still want to learn things from you. You can't abandon me this easy." Jungkook arrogantly said.

"I didn't said anything even though you were ignoring me all these days. I stayed calm for you to process. But now, you're just withdrawing me." Jungkook sighed.

"Everything is good kook? You're so tensed because of this job?" Your boss asked him.

"Dad, I want to work here for more time. Please now let me do." Jungkook said.

"But I don't want any personal assistant anymore. Boss you can promote Jungkook to financial department." You asked.

"No, ___(y/n). Can't you hear me. I want to work with you dude." Jungkook rolled his eyes.

"Kook, it's okay. You'll work here with ____(y/n) as long as you want." Your boss said and left your work place.

As your boss left the bright atmosphere turns to dark gloomy venue. You can't process how badly Jungkook just begged to work with you. He just want you. Only you. You also want him more than he does. You both were silently sitting facing each other looking at eachother. It's a tensed situation but you feel like laughing at Jungkook's baby face.

"You're so annoying!" Jungkook sighed.

"Don't roll your eyes on me, for God sake." He said.

"Okay." You smiled.

"Dude, speak something. I can't with you. What's happened? Why are you doing this to me? Is something wrong? Tell me. Please." Jungkook innocently begged.

That time you want to tell everything you witnessed at his text with Seokjin and the worst words he told you about Jimin and your relation. His words 'I'll fuck a pig than you' was kept reminding. But the way he was asking with his baby face, you can't deny but you fall for him. You missed him in these days more than he does. His cute flirting, little caring and everything he does was so pure in your eyes.

"I'll fuck a pig than y/n. Ew" you sang smilingly. But internally you were burning at the words.

"What?" Jungkook asked.

"You don't want to fuck me right? You better fuck a pig then?" You sarcastically smiled.

"What are you talking about? Tell me clearly." Jungkook arrogantly said.

"Sorry but I checked your phone. And there I saw what you told Seokjin about me. And this lines you told him. Isn't I'm right?" Your smiling face turns to a serious frown now. You're dead serious about this. Even past these days, only this line stuck to your head and gives you enough anxiety that you can't focussed on anything.

"You did what? I-I'm sorry. So so sorry. It's not what you think it's." Jungkook stumbled.

"You don't need to explain Jungkook. I get it, your friends hate me because of supporting Jimin. And I also know what you think of me. Just don't be a double faced person." You sighed.

"No, it's not like that. You're really a great person ____. It's just they talk shit about you because of being Jimin's bestfriend." Jungkook said.

"And you also talk shit about me. Isn't it?" You asked

"I really like you. Really. And I mean it." Jungkook innocently said.

"You're unknowingly attractive. I don't know, but you're way too sassy and sweet. I always tried to hate you but I just can't. I like you." Jungkook sighed

"Jungkook this sugarcoating words are far from my knowledge." You said.

"I told you enough that I didn't mean it. I'm sorry for what I did. But you're way too annoying."

"And you know what, your annoyance is the only thing I like." Jungkook smirked.

"Whatever Jungkook. Don't be double faced." You said

"I'm definitely not, but listen. " Jungkook arrogantly said.

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It's been the end of the month to work with Jungkook. He was always been on and off with you. Before you were ignoring him and now he was ignoring you. Just the way. And you end up ignoring eachother. But the end of the month there were many work to be done in hotel.

Initially it was planned that for two days there will be an organisation presented at the hotel you work that. There were many work lods too. Jungkook as well as you were working real hard in your cold war phase. You geniunely want to apologize to him but this work never leave both of you alone. Even if you asked him to talk to you he just passed it for later.

"Being the management department ____(y/n) you have to do night shift here. We'll provide you efficient room so you can better organized it without any interpretation." Your boss said

"Sure boss. Will Jungkook also be there doing the night shift?" You asked.

"Yeah. As he's your assistant he have to. And also for two days you'll hault here at night too. I'll arrange two rooms for you and Jungkook." Your boss said.

You sighed at it. This whole month was so distrubing for you firstly because of Jungkook and then so much of work and other thing. You were also can't proceed in your book series so far. You want to take rest. You taught everything to Jungkook what he have to do in this two days. Basically the night hault always been fun for you as you get free stuff from the hotel and get a luxurious bed to drift to sleep. So, at last all your work goes great.

"My room is beside yours incase you need something." Jungkook said.

"I want to talk to you." You asked.

"I'm tired rightnow. Can we talk later." Jungkook left.

"You always say the same Jungkook." You looked at him.

"Guess who started." He winked at you and close his door.

He was more annoying than you. His little things only drives you crazy. That day you and Jungkook did a great job. Everyone praised you both. You were so happy. Jungkook was so happy and blessed because of you. But the thing was the hotel was full and there was not a single room left for Jungkook as extra guest appeared at the last minute.

Someone knocked at your room at the night when you were going for your bed. You opened and it was Jungkook, you know that he'll come to you at last. He entered in your room and sit at the couch.

"I don't have anywhere to sleep." Jungkook blantly said.

"I guess I already know. I thought you'd go to home." You said.

"That's nice idea. I should go then." Jungkook asked.

"No need to. We can share my room." You rolled your eyes.

"I need to sleep." Jungkook asked.

"There is the bed, sleep." You sarcastically said.

"And you?" Jungkook asked

"I guess, we have only one bed. We willl share."

"It's okay, I'll sleep in the couch or something."

"Jungkook no need to make this a big deal. We can share it."

"For you everything is small deal. Even someone's emotions."

"Don't start again. You can take the left side of the bed, right side is always mine."

"But I can't stop myself from touching you."

"We have big pillows too, Jungkook. I'll pile up those between us. If you can calm yourself than probably we can sleep."

"Okay, I'll try."

"You have to kook."

As you made your bed and pile up the pillows between two of you. And you take the right side of the bed but he was still sitting at the couch thinking deeply if he should sleep at the bed or not.

"Come here, I'll make sure that nothing between us happens." You shouted at him. As he sleeps beside you calmly you can feel him beside you. His cologne, his essence and everything. There pitch dark in the room with the dread silence between you two. You were sure that he was not asleep as he was not snoring. But you want to look at him and tell him how much you missed him, how much his annoying ego you hated and how much you want to see him closely and kiss him immensely.

"Umm... You want to talk to something, you said." Jungkook asked. You move to face to face with him. He was already turned to your side. You never have seen him this closely. His looks makes you want him more. His deep voice in silence wage turns you on. You delicately want to touch him and apologize for your mistake. You want to tell him how much your liking turn to loving now.

"Nothing, good night." You said.

"I'm not at your bed to sleep, ____(y/n)."

"Huh?"

"I told you I like you. You didn't say anything after that."

"I also do like you. You're a great assistant Jungkook."

"You're so annoying. You know I didn't mean that. It was a mistake."

You didn't replied anything, the whole dark silence again reappears. It's just you and Jungkook and the dark light. In the dark too you can see his crystal skin with the eyes on you. You both were looking at each other. You both want to eat eachother but both of you were waiting for each other to make a move. But none of you were moving. Just two open eyes and close heart.

"I know you want me." Jungkook sighed

"Yeah kook. I want you but I don't want you to give myself." You hummed. It's more like moan for Jungkook. Your sleepy voice was like music to his hears.

"You're sleepy?" He asked.

"No, not. We can continue seeing eachother like this. It's feel good." You said.

"Don't say such things. I would kiss you, ____" he sighed.

"Who's stopping you. Kiss me if you want." You smiled.

"Your words drive me crazy _____" Jungkook said as he put the pillows between you out. Now, it's only you and him in the big cozy bed. As soon as he put the pillows aside you turn over to the lamp side.

"Ahhh! And your actions just boil my blood. You said I can kiss you." Jungkook whined.

"You can but it's my work to not make it happen. You only said " you chuckled.

He started whining but you're giggling inside that how much he need you. He want your lips, your words and you. His everything was internally driving him crazy. He looks at your ass as you tried to fix your shirt. He move towards you more nearer leaving zero gap. You can feel his chest from back. His wide strong chest is hitting your back. He put his face at the crook of your neck. He was smiling your milk bathed hair.

"Kook, you're too close." You silencely said.

"Can I hug you? Only hug." He asked and you nodded a yes. He put you in a embrace, his big hands surrounds your whole small waist and he was busy kissing your back of neck. His everything is attractive. The way he was grabbing your waist and pulling you closer and closer untill your ass hits his crotch area. You hummed when he circled in your stomach. He was gently caressing your stomach with his bare hand. His cold hands feels so good to you. You want more of him.

"You smell so good." He said. You just hummed at his response.

Everything was done by him but to contribute your part you glided your ass in his crotch area. You deliberately moved your ass to know him that you also wanted him. It was a teasing for him. You slowly loving how in the dark room one was totally ingrossed in someone. His fingers get inside of your shirt and he teasingly caressing it untill it touched the verge of the breast. As he stroke at the hum of your breasts you moved your ass a little more in his crotch area.

"Don't move like that." He seductively said

"Huh." You hummed and keep on moving like that.

"Fuck. I'm hard _____." Jungkook moaned under his breath.

He gently slide his finger inside your gown. It's felt good but in the mid way you grabbed his hands.

"You said we'll not." You said.

"Please ___(y/n) fuck me." Jungkook pleased

"But -"

"Fuck me dude." He asked as he sit up in the bed looking seductively towards your body. You knew that he was eyeing each and every curve of your but you liked it, you wanted it.

The soft velvety night gown which you were was perfect to seduce him. You deliberately wore that. As out of his patience he pressed your hands and lift you up. His veiny hand was enough to pull you on his lap. You were sitting on his lap, he carefully looked at your long beautiful hair bangs falling on your face then he softy looked in your eyes. Your eyes met. The silence was vanished in the room. It was covered with some heavy breathing hums you and Jungkook did. His pale red lips were bit by him. It was like he was screaming to kiss him. But you were a big tease. You also get melted with his little smirk. He came closer to you, your cheeks got ridden to feel him.

"Jungkook-" you hummed.

"Now move like that. Made me yours" Jungkook whispered while his hand grinding on your ass and the other one caressing your lips. His mouth working great on your ear. He softy biting your ear lobes which make you whined. You want him more than anything that time. Jungkook was a big tease than you and you accepted that. His actions makes your thighs squeezed which makes your ass grind at his crotch area more and more. You were moaning without caring anything.

"Yeah..just like that, I'll fuck you like the last person existed in this damn planet." Jungkook sighed while planting a deep kiss in your lips. You felt him, his lips, his hands on your ass, his body across you and his dirty words. He deepens the kiss pulling you closer by your waist more. He want to immersed inside you. You can't handle his rage but kiss back the way he did. Messy, sloppy and filled with lust.

"I want you, kook. Make me your little whore." You hummed at his words. At your words he hover over you. Patiencelessly undressed your soft night gown. He was not surprised to see you without a bra. He already knew it when he hugged you earlier. Beautiful view before him. You were like the most sweetest desert before him. He can't wait to tear your panties up. Without any second his mouth was on your nipples. He was sucking the left boob while pumping the right boobs. The soft skin of yours feel so good to him. Kisses all over your torso which turns to red marks with no times. You were just lying there and geeting all the pleasure and moaning.  His kisses goes down to the hem of your panties. He bit his lips and looked at your shy face.

"Is I'm allowed to your cute little pussy, Manager_______" Jungkook smirkingly said.

"What did I say? I'm your whore, Mr. Jungkook." You sighed.

"Then ready to take my fat big cock inside you, babe." Jungkook hummed. He tore your panties and licked the liquid out of your cunt. It's taste sweet he feels. He was doing a great job with his tounge. Every lick made you roll your eyes. You never thought he feels this good. You didn't regretted to take a step ahead to fuck him or more generously he fucked you beautifully.

"Jungkook fuck me, FUCK ME, now." You shouted seductively.

"Call me Daddy first you whore. You don't need to beg, Daddy will fuck you hard." Jungkook smirked. He slowly unzipped his pants and his huge fat cock sprung up to his waist. He looked at you but you were already looking at his delicious mate. You can't wait to let him inside.

"Da-ah-ddy" you moaned as he put his dick inside you. His big dick took zero time to place inside you. He thrusted inside you slowly and calmly. His each clap to your hip joint made you remind the stars. Your wet pussy wants more of him. His hips were doing a great job. Your waist was being pulled by him for steady and deep going. Your thighs were already trembling to sense his hands and his thrust. You promised of being his whore and you proudly become that.

"Fuck! Want you more." Jungkook moaned at your ears which make you tremble more and more. We was not stopping neither were you. You both wanted everything about each other. As he thrusted your g-spot you felt relieved and tranquil. He gasped and lay back at his place. You were lying next to him. For few minutes, the dark room was nothing but full of panting and moaning.

"You're amazing,_____" Jungkook said.

"Jungkook, sorry for the things I did to you." You nervously said.

"_____(y/n) forget all the things. Thanks, I never ever fucked anyone like this." Jungkook smirked.

"I already confessed to you. But I'm again gonna repeat. I like you." Jungkook looked at your eyes.

"Let me confessed to you too. I also liked you from very first. Maybe from the time you even didn't knew I existed." You confessed your feelings but you didn't regretted it.

"I knew it. The way you looked at me, I knew you like me too." Jungkook sighed as he turn towards you. He gently took your hands and put it on his chest. You smiled at him like he was the angel and not the person you just fucked.

"Should we date?" Jungkook asked with a big  smile on his face.

"What if I say no?" You smiled back at him.

His precious little smile falls apart. He yet haven't seen the inside of you. You want him to apologize about everything he does to you.

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TAGS : @mellie1409 @pariyansha @alienatedkitten @chans-baby-girl @mwitsmejk @hello-stranger24 (sry the tags are not working)

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seconds [five hargreeves x reader]

request: Hello, I saw that we could send in requests. I was wondering if u could do a 5 fic (with Same AU about them having worked in commission)Five realizing he has been/is in love with reader and decides to tell them but everything goes sideways. It can be around S2 remembering the times they spent together with the “One could fall in love in seconds” talk that he and Hargreeves had, or them physically older in commission in a case. U decide what goes, there r just ideas incase it was too general ☺️

a/n: sooo i tried my best to follow the request and i hope this turned out alright! it may not be my best work, but i guess i am pretty pleased with the way it turned out?? i suck at angst, btw- i am a sucker for fluff sorry >:(

summary: five realizes it is time to be honest about his feelings... but, it may not be the best time

“So much can change in a matter of seconds.” Reginald said, watching the boy before him carefully, “One could overthrow an empire.” He paused, reading into his next gestures, “One could fall in love.”

Five shifted into his seat, letting the advice sink in. He knew the old man was not that far off, he might have had a point, especially after his last example. I mean, he did fall in love with Y/N in just a matter of seconds the first time he saw her, didn’t he?

It always plays in the back of his head the moment he first laid eyes on you all those years ago on his first day working with the Commission. You had just returned from one of your missions, exhausted and overall a mess, but not once you dared to drop the small reassuring smile on your lips- you didn’t want your co-workers to know what was going on through your soul, you wanted to seem tough. You wanted to show them you still got it at your age.

Even now Five could recall that day perfectly. He was in the Handler’s office, waiting to be assigned his first official task, when you stumbled in, holding a small briefcase which, unbeknownst to him, contained the hand of your unfortunate victim- it was a personal business your boss had sent you on to take care of for her.

“Sorry to barge in like this, but you told me to hurry.” You told the Handler, putting on a small smile as you lifted the briefcase.

“Ah, Y/N!” The Handler grinned, taking a soft drag out of her cigarette, “You’re a doll, did you know that?”

“Well, I’ve been told before.” You answered her proudly, slightly shrugging your shoulders as she motioned you to leave the briefcase by the door.

Not even now he could not understand what was it about you. Maybe it was the way you spoke nonchalantly to the woman with the biggest power in your organization, or maybe the way you had a smile on your face, even if the collar of your white shirt had been stained with specks of blood.

Within a matter of seconds from just seeing you, he forgot he had lived a long life, he felt like a kid again. Your eyes gave away reassurance and life experience- he found them comforting. Spending all that time in solitude, that’s all he wanted to see from a person- comfort.

It was a matter of time until the Handler trusted you to show him around and take him under your wing, trusting you as one of her best agents. For the first few missions, you and Five were partners, you always treated him like an equal, even if you had more experience.

Spending all that time with you, he definitely fell deeper in love. He knew there was no way out, but he also knew there was no way in hell he could act on those feelings. He still wanted to go home to his siblings, back in time, to save the world.

So... he took you with him.

At first you thought he was insane- you didn’t have a reason to betray the Commission, it never wronged you.

However, you disagreed with Doomsday.

“Did I say something wrong?” Reginald asked Five, noticing it had been a few seconds since he last spoke, having his look fixated on his drink.

“Uh, no- I was just thinking.” Five quickly said, looking back at the man, “The acorn, right?”

Five had been through a lot of shit these past two weeks. He returned back to his siblings with the person he secretly loved, tried to stop the apocalypse in 2019, only to fail and have to go back in time to 1963, where another apocalypse was waiting on him as well.

He needed a break.

Really, all he wanted was to go home with the people he cared about and have everything be alright. Deep down, he yearned to be held in your arms, while his brothers and sisters were all safely scattered around their big house. He needed peace and quiet, just for once in his life.

After the light supper 1963 Reginald Hargreeves invited you and his... future-adoptive-children, things did not entirely go as planned... He was your only hope, but he was not much help, as he managed to break Diego with a psychology lesson, ignore Luther after he showed him his body, and quickly dismiss you, Allison and Vanya- well, you tried to behave yourselves as well as you could after Klaus had a literal convulsion at the table.

Reggie only told Five to stay a while, seeing that he was the only sane one. The rest of the Hargreeves just left in their business, but you decided to wait by the elevator, knowing that he might not be in the best state of mind after having spent time with his maniac of a father.

“Y/N?” Five raised a brow, as he was making his way towards the elevator with his hands casually rested in his pockets, “You... waited?”

“Of course.” You smiled, folding your arms over your chest, “I figured you shouldn’t be alone after... that... dinner.” You frowned, unsure of what to call the disastrous meeting.

Five fought back a smile, pressing the elevator button. He never understood how you, of all people, became an assassin. You were just too good, too sweet. He never thought you actually had it in you to take lives and be an agent of the Commission, not with that gentle smile and adorable spark in your eyes.

Well, he never understood either how he could fall in love that easily, but that was besides the point. What mattered to him was that the world was still gonna end in a couple of days, and now the only solution he had left was the deal with the Handler- big surprise, his father was not that much help.

“Hey, Y/N?” Five spoke up, as the two of you entered the elevator, “Thank you.”

“For... what?” You knitted your brows in confusion, pressing the button as the doors closed, taking you two down.

“For being there, I guess.” He shrugged- Five never was the sentimental guy, but he felt like you deserved some praise. You followed him, you trusted him, you left your job at the Commission.

But it never occurred to him why. He never spent much time thinking why in the world would you trust him? Sure, you’ve known each other a while and he knew you saw him as a dear friend... unless, you saw him as more.

Five widened his eyes in realization, as you let out a small chuckle at his sudden gratitude, not looking at him.

Holy shit, Five thought, as his mouth hung open, slowly looking to his right, watching as you smiled softly, looking at nothing in particular, This is a far fetch, but... could she actually...?

All this time, he buried his feelings deep within him. He figured you didn’t need that kind of thing on your mind- it never seemed to be the time for him to be honest about what he felt. But now that he thought about it...

All those missions the two of you have been on, how could he not see it earlier?

The way you blindly trusted your life in his hands, or the way you worried for him, cared for him. You always scolded him for not being to careful and letting himself get injured, but he never read into it too much.  Or the way you accepted all his schemes and shenanigans and respected all his weird peeves.

“Are you okay?” You frowned, turning to Five once the elevator doors opened, noticing the shocked look on his face and the silence surrounding the two of you, “You look like you’ve seen Ben.”

Five quickly shook his head, stepping out of the elevator with you, trying to regain his train of thought. Maybe he was thinking too much into this... but what if he wasn’t? What if, for once in his life, something could actually go right?

Without another word, Five cupped your cheeks, pulling your face softly closer to his, capturing your lips into a kiss. You were taken aback in the beginning, freezing in your place with your eyes wide opened, trying to make sense of what was going on,  but you realized you shouldn’t be wasting this opportunity.

It was about time, you thought, melting into his touch, finally responding to the kiss.

Pulling away after a couple of moments, Five looked at your face, trying to read your emotions. However, he was pleasantly surprised, watching as your lips curved into a smirk, taking his hands in yours, slowly swaying them as you looked at him;

“Took ya long enough.”

Five scoffed amused, shaking his head in disbelief, “Better late than never, right?”

“Are there any words to come with that gesture?” You perched a brow curiously, “Or am I supposed to try and deduce...?”

Before Five could properly confess his feelings, his face fell once he laid eyes on the round clock displayed on the wall behind you. Shit, he thought, reading the time.

“I gotta go.” He suddenly declared, making your frown, “Shit, I gotta go right now!”

“What?” You wondered, as Five took his hands away, running his fingers through his hair stressed out.

He completely forgot about his meeting with the Handler- his only option still standing to save the world and go back to your timeline.

“Y/N, I am so sorry.” He genuinely apologized, as you were still trying to make sense of what was going on, “I gotta go!”

“Five!” You yelled, watching as he ran out of the building, “Get your butt back he- and, he’s gone...”

What the fuck just happened?

[fandomlit]

forget (five hargreeves x reader)

requested by @asphodelshare​ “can u pls write a Reader x Five in Five’s POV, where Five made Allison rumor the reader to forget him just incase the very risky mission fails but they end up succeeding and now he has to live with the fact that the reader doesn’t remember that they were together and he regrets making the reader forget ☹️ it’s up to u if the ending is still angsty or happy!! thank u love!! Xx”

summary after five is given a nearly impossible mission by the commission, he begs allison to erase all of your memories of him so you won’t mourn over him for the rest of your life. but when five ends up surviving, he regrets his decision.

warning angsty

a/n the au in this is a little confusing, but just imagine it as five got to grow up with the rest of his siblings but somehow still found his way to the commission

gif cred belongs to @poisonpam​

five knew he was going to regret what he did. but he lied to himself, told him it was best, and let it all happen. and now there he was, eating his words.

“i need you to do me a favor,” five said, crossing his arms as he stood across from his sister. she arched an eyebrow at him.

“and that is..?”

“rumor y/n,” he spoke simply, as if it were a simple request. allison’s face told him he was far too calm.

“what?!” she exclaimed in disbelief. “why would i-?!”

“listen,” five hissed, closing his eyes. allison folded her arms over her chest as he said in a calmer tone, “y/n cares about me; it’s her only flaw. and if anything were to happen to me...” he shook his head, looking back to his sister’s skeptical gaze. “it’d be better if she didn’t remember me at all.”

allison’s expression turned pitying. she shook her head. “i won’t do it. im not going to wipe y/n’s memories of you.”

“you have to,” five explained desperately. he cut himself off with a frustrated sigh, raking a hand through his hair.

after a tense pause, allison spoke quietly, “it’s the commission, isn’t it?” five nodded, clenching his jaw. allison sighed, closing her eyes for a moment. “what’s the mission?”

“impossible,” five breathed out. “less than a twelve hour time frame to complete a completely undercover mission. any signal of a rush or blown cover and..” five shook his head. “im gone.”

allison frowned deeply. “five, im.. so sor-”

“it’s alright, i knew what i was getting into when i joined the commission,” he waved. “but i just..” he clenched his hand by his side. “i don’t want y/n in any sort of pain because of me.” allison nodded solemnly. “will you do it?”

“if you don’t return alive,” allison said hesitantly. “then i’ll do it.”

“no,” five rushed, shaking his head desperately. “even knowing that i didn’t make it home would hurt her. any ounce of pain in her heart is unacceptable.”

“you really care about her, don’t you?” five nodded sternly. allison sighed. “once i do it, it can’t be undone. are you willing to risk that?”

“i’d risk anything for her.”

but five survived. and though he was grateful his sister had done what she could, he now cursed himself. he had lost the greatest love of his life due to his unrelenting paranoia.

“do you think i did the right thing?” five sighed to his sister. they were both sat at a both at griddy’s after five had made it back from the exhausting mission. his fingers tapped anxiously against the booth counter.

“i think what you did was insanely sweet,” allison assured. “it showed that you really, really care about her-”

“yeah, sure, but was it right?” he breathed. just then, their waitress finally walked up to the table.

“sorry for the wait,” you said with a small laugh, pulling out your pad and pencil from your apron. “what can i get you two?”

“coffee to start, please,” allison smiled. you nodded and walked over to get the pot.

five watched as you exchanged a few words and a giggle with agnes at the counter, your expression just as lively and bright as the day before. you had no idea how much had changed.

“what do i do, allison?” five whined, eyes still locked on your giggling figure. allison looked over at her brother with a pitying gaze.

“you try again.” five arched an eyebrow at her. allison gave him a smile. “start from the beginning.” and when five looked back over to your approaching figure, she placed a hand on his to draw his attention back to her. “and don’t ask me to get involved again.”

“here you two are,” you hummed, placing down two mugs and beginning to pour the coffee in.

“could you just leave the pot, gorgeous?” five sighed. it took him until you started blushing with a small laugh to realize what he had said.

“sure thing,” you giggled, placing the pot down. “can i get you guys anything else?”

“how about your name..?” allison alluded, nudging five.

you let out another giggle. “y/n. yourselves?”

“im allison, and this is my brother five,” allison greeted kindly.

“five?” you sounded. for a brief moment, the had hope. but it was quickly diminished when you continued, “that’s a unique name.” you gave him a smile as you tucked your pad back into your apron. “i like it.” five gave you a small, slightly dreamy smile as you said, “if you guys need anything else, just holler over.” then you nodded and rushed back to tell agnes what had just happened.

five let out a breath when you walked away as allison smirked slyly at her brother. five was still watching you as he said, “what do i do now?”

“now you pretend like you don’t already have her number.”

[nightowlfandom]

Eren Yeager- The Right Type Of Wrong (Part 2/2)

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2/2 LEGGO BITCH

Like I said this is half AU/Half Not Really

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...

(FLASHBACK)

“What do you think is outside the wall?” you asked innocently. You and Eren had snuck out after curfew (before you were granted immunity to go/do whatever you want). You two snuck out to the tallest building and sat on the roof, staring into the night. “When this whole Titan thing is taken care of...if it ever get’s taken care of, what do you think is out there?”

“Who knows.” Eren said. “I do know this though...freedom is one hell of a drug. We’re not gonna know what to do with ourselves.” he lazily drew lines onto your hand with his fingertips. “I mean I do what I want anyways, but knowing I can do what I want without worrying about being chased around all day, it’s gonna be nice.”

“We’re gonna travel one day.” you giggled. “We’re gonna pack up everything and camp in the mountains for a few days.” you said determined. “You hear that universe! Make it happen!” you playfully threatened the night sky.

You had noticed Eren was quiet. “Hey...everything good?”

“Hm? Oh...Yeah I’m fine...just thinking...Come here.” He wrapped his arms around you and took you in a warm hug.

“Hey look!” you pointed at the sky, pointing out the brightest star. “That can be our star!” you clapped excitedly.

“Yeah...our star”

(Flashback end)

...

You tapped against the counter filled with boredom. It was 7:57 already. Three more minutes and you were out of there. You were ready to leave already. You silently hoped Eren was at least a second late so you could up and leave. 

You had no idea why you decided to dress up for this. You weren’t even the least bit excited for this. This wasn’t worth ditching your uniform, not by a longshot. Whatever Eren had to say, he had better make it quick. You hadn’t even bothered ordering a drink, you were sure your stomach couldn’t handle it in the first place. 

7:58

“Two more minutes.” you mumbled to yourself. “Ugh, I’m wasting my time.” you leaned against the counter, looking around the cozy looking pub. Why did you even agree to this!? Were you stupid?

Yes, yes you were.

7:59...

“Alright, I’m out of here.” you scoffed. “Wasting my god-damn time.”

“I believe I still had one minute left.” a voice startled you. “How rude.”

“We’ll you and timing aren’t exactly the best of friends, you can’t blame me for thinking the worst.” you replied, turning towards Eren. 

“Sorry, darling. Car needed gas but I’m here now, aren’t I?” He winked, taking a seat next to you. “Hey Barkeep! Get me my usual! Hope you can still hold your liquor.” 

“What do you think.” you yawned. “We’re here to talk...”

“Can’t we catch up first?” he feigned hurt. “Damn Y/N, I haven’t even been back a day and you’re already eager to get rid of me...how you been?”

“Busy.” you huffed. “Training, teaching, and fighting.” you replied. “Not in that particular order.”

“Hm...any boyfriend to speak of?”

“No.” you cut him off. “I haven’t had time for dating...”

“Oh, really?” he smirked. “Wonder why that would be.”

“You know why...” you snapped. “No guy that knows you has even tried to come near me, and incase you haven’t noticed, is pretty much everyone.”

“Oh baby, I’m just messing with you.” he threw an arm around your waist. “I know you could never be with anyone else.” he kissed the side of your head. 

“Where were you?” you narrowed your eyes. 

“...I had to leave.” Eren replied, suddenly glowering. “I had some thinking to do...I had to get myself together.” he took his arm back, leaning on the counter. “I wanted to tell you-”

“This one’s on me Eren, welcome back.” the bartender came back with two glasses and stalked off. He gave you a short look, almost asking with his own eyes, ‘Are you sure about this guy?”

“Yet you didn’t, you didn’t tell me.” you ignored him and rolled your eyes focusing back on Eren. “So what is it, then?” you raised an eyebrow. “You left, so why did you come back? Care to enlighten me on why you didn’t stay gone? You left every single one of your peers behind and for what? Why didn’t you stay in the hole you crawled into!” you got louder and louder, not caring if the other patrons could hear. “Care to explain?”

“I came back because of you, Y/N.” he replied. “I wanted to better myself...for you...I just hope it isn’t too late.”

“Bullshit.” you laughed harshly, taking the glass off the counter. “If you wanted to escape the corps, just say that.” you boredly drank. “You don’t have to tell me some dumbass story.”

“I didn’t want to escape the corps.” he denied the idea. “I’m being honest, Y/N.”

“If there’s one thing I know about you...it’s that when you say you’re being honest, I have to assume the opposite.” you sighed.

“You have to believe me.” he raised his hand to caress your cheek. “You know I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“Trust me, I believe a lot of things about you and I definitely don’t know what you would and wouldn’t do to me.” you huffed, placing the glass back on the counter. “I believe that you’re a selfish little-”

You didn’t have time to finish your insult because Eren swooped in and kissed you. Like he used to, he rested his palm on the base of your neck while he slithered his other arm around your waist. You practically melted into his touch, ignoring the disapproving glares of the other patrons. They’d never try to pull you apart though. Eren pulled away, still holding you. 

“That’s not fair.” you pouted, feeling your old self reach the surface. “You can’t do that.”

“You missed me.” he ignored your complaints. “You so fucking missed me.”

“Maybe a little...” you gave in. “Maybe a lot.”

“Good...good girl.”

“You left me.” you clenched your jaw, trying not to let your emotions show. “With a fucking note, Eren.”

“Yet you’re still wearing the dog-tags I left with said note.” he smirked at the chain that was peeking out from your jacket. You were sure you managed to hide them well. 

Eren found the necklace when he was out battling a titan once, it had burped out the necklace and he didn’t see the point in leaving it...so he took it, polished it and kept it. (Yo if this is offensive I am soooo sorry dude.)

He would up getting it engraved before he left it for you, like that would help.

Then again you wore them everywhere you went...so who was the moron?

“S-shut up...” you felt your face heat up violently.

... (NSFW themes ahead)

Your back hit the seat with a thud as Eren crawled over you, slamming the car door behind him. 

You were used to being acquainted with the backseat of Eren’s cars (whether they were his or not.) Your lips crashed together as he pinned your arms above your head. 

“Eren, we’re still in public!” you moaned as he trailed his mouth down your jawline. “I’m pretty sure people know what we’re doing here.” you whimpered.

“So? They sure as fuck won’t try and stop us.” he laughed. “Fuck I missed you, I missed you too much.” he groaned. “I thought about you every fucking day I was gone.” He ghosted his fingers under your shirt. “The only thing keeping me going was coming back for you.” he kissed up your exposed stomach, trailing his tongue along your scorching hot skin. “All our memories.” He bit his lip.

“Memories?”

“Remember when we used to fuck on that asshole Ackerman’s desk when he wasn’t there?”

“Yeah?” you trailed off. “Then we almost got caught -”

“Remember when you sucked my dick under the tables at our meetings and no one suspected a thing?”

“Eren, that’s so dirty.” you shyly covered your face with your hands.

“Remember when we’d fuck in the alleyways when we were supposed to be on guard, or all times we’d sneak out after curfew to do what we’re doing right now?” he bought up all the memories. He laced his fingertips into yours. “I don’t think that pussy of yours forgot...” he laughed darkly. “If I recall you convinced me a few times.” 

Eren kissed you again as he lifted your shirt over your head. “I stared at our star every night, wishing I could be closer to you.” he spoke in hushed tones. “Fuck Y/N, I missed you.” he groaned. 

You frantically unbuttoned his shirt, feeling his warm body collide with yours. The small space in the back seat only forced your two to get closer.

...

You laid on his check, basking in the afterglow of this moment. His chest rose and fell gracefully. His heart was racing...yours was too. 

Your clothes are thrown in the front seat with the exception of his jacket which was being used as a mini blanket to cover your back. 

“ We shook the car.” Eren commented with a laugh. “I’m sure people know what we’ve been up to.” 

“So what happens now?” you breathlessly asked.

“Well...I’m gonna get yelled at by Ackerman...probably get my ass kicked by our friends. Rejoin the corps...” he listed. 

“So you’re staying permanently?” You looked up at him, a glint of hope in your eye. 

“Of course.” he winked. “Course I gotta stay. Show these losers who the best titan killer is...and I don’t want you to think I don’t care about you.” he tightened his arms around you.

“Good...because if you leave me again...we’re done for good.”

“Ouch...what happened to my innocent Y/N?” he scoffed with laughter.

“I took a page out of your book.” you giggled before giving out a long yawn. 

You soon fell asleep to the sound of Eren breathing. 

[urlocalnctstan]

𝚃𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜

Genre : Angst, Fluff, Slow-burnish, Idol AU

Pairing : Jaehyun x Reader ft.Mark (other members too)

Warning(s) : strong language, age-gap, mature contents, weird writing style lmao, uh what else? idk but yeah

Disclaimer :The story is completely fictitious, idol-fan relationships are not common so some of you crazy ones out here, pls don’t get too delusional, your oppas will be your oppas only virtually, not in real life.

Playlist : Youtube Link / Written

Word Count : 5.4k

Summary : ‘Time and tide waits for none’- a quote that is universally accepted and believed. You both had had your experience of meeting the right one at the wrong time, the concept of love long forgotten after the sudden downfall of your relationship together. But will time eventually heal everything for you both?

The car came to a halt, your mind subconsciously drifting back to the humiliation you faced tonight back at the office.

“ARE YOU FUCKING DUMB, Y/N?” your boss was a fuming mess, his whole office scattered with the documents you had brought just a few moments ago. At the sight of the shredded papers, you felt you heart clench. You worked so hard for this project, disregarding God knows how many nights of your sleep. The feeling of abomination was slowly creeping up from the pit of your stomach towards the man who stood taut, seething in rage.

“HOW MANY TIMES DID I TELL YOU TO JUST DO WHAT THEY ASKED YOU TO?” He yelled, his fist furiously banging on his wooden desk, beneath his hand rested some pieces of the torn documents.

“Sir, even you know how risky it is to design as they asked to. If a blunder happens it is our company that is to be held accountable, not theirs.” you knew it was pointless to reason with the stubborn headed prick, but you had to try out your luck.

“Get out. Out, out, out. Get your fucking face out of my face.” He swished his index finger repeatedly, letting out a frustrated shriek just as I was about to exit his office. His wrath was nothing new in the office, as all the other employees shot me a rather pitying look when they saw me exiting the team leader’s office with hands full of ripped papers. Wow, my 2 weeks worth of sleep. Just wow. You didn’t bother to reciprocate their sympathetic glances, storming out of the corridor as you furiously started clicking the floor to your cabin. The jabbing of your finger on the glowing button that read ‘13’ was the only sound that resonated in the fairly empty area, earning annoyed looks from the two individuals who stood right behind you.

“Ah, fuck.” You banged your head against the steering, recalling the even as you clutched the handles harshly. “Why,” another bang. “do I,” bang. “live like” bang. “this,” bang. You could feel your face was burning without even touching it, streams of tears flowing down. Just as you were about to give yourself another bang, the sudden honk of a car made you pause amidst your ritual. Indeed all motherfuckers love to test my patience. You decide to ignore the rider, mainly because you were also partially at fault for resting in your car in the middle of the park. You twisted the metal keys as the ignition went off, signaling your car was ready to flee. Yet again, you were distracted by soft knocks. You prayed to God to help you not lose your shit, at this point you were questioning if He ever hears your woes at all. The soft knocks stop immediately when you started to pull down the window, the person straightening only crouch again.

“Y/n?” his called out unsurely, as if he were afraid of mistaking you for someone else. You knew that voice, and that is not good news. Shit.

“Mark?” you were surprised to say the least, not expecting to run into an old friend. “Oh my god! How have you been?” You shoot out of your driver’s seat, instantly being engulfed into a bone crushing hug by the male.

“I have been good. Oh god, I can’t believe this! I can’t believe I ran into you after so long!” Mark still held you tight your embrace, the sudden reunion making him feel giddy with excitement.

“Yes indeed,” you were the first to pull out from the hug. You took a moment to study him; black mask covering half of his face as he smiled widely, eyes crinkled and the signature cheekbones still the same as they were in the past. God, it’s really been so long. “What are you up to these days?”

“Er,” Mark scratched his head as he laughed nervously, unsure if he was allowed to give you spoilers about his new album. “I have been working on my solo album actually.” 

“Are you for real?” You found yourself hugging Mark again at the joy of his successful career. “I’m so so proud of you mate!”

“Thank you, thank you,” Mark swayed you lightly, his voice muffled due to the mask he wore. Mark was the one to pull out now, still keeping your caged as he placed his hands on your shoulders. “In no way I am gonna let you leave without a trace again,” he almost groaned.

“Promise, I won’t anymore,” you signaled to the stack of files that rested on the backseat of your car. “They won’t leave me alone.”

“I’ll just ask your boss to assign you with more tasks then,” he giggled mischievously, earning a light smack from you at the mention of such an absurd idea.

“I’ll track your way to hell to kill you again if you do something like that,” you hissed at Mark, who was still giggling at your frustrated reaction. The atmosphere became quiet as Mark looked up in the vacant sky, deep in thoughts while you waited for him to continue. Your phone buzzed against your leather coat.

[From Bullhead] : Don’t think I am overlooking your mess. This is the first and final warning from me.

You shivered, half from the cold and half from the text you just received.

“26th, sharp at 8 PM, my place.” He snapped his fingers, hooting at the realization of having a free day in his busy scheduled life.

“Okay, done.” You should have refused, you thought. But for some reason, you found yourself agreeing to his offer, you felt both sad and guilty for disappearing out of your friend’s life without a trace. However, you couldn’t ignore the greedy feeling you felt, the want to see him again. “I think I should be done around...7:30? So I think I’ll be able to make it.” You unlocked and handed him your phone.

“You have to make it,” his eyes focused on the screen of your device, swiftly typing what you assumed was him number. “Just incase, text me if I happen to forget - no I know that look, Y/n, you must text if that happens..” He rolled his eyes, knowing that how much you would be overthinking about possibly tiring him because of his busy lifestyle. Mark dialed his number from your phone before handing it back to you. You visibly snickered at the name he saved his contact with : ‘My Boo MarkLee <3’ 

“Stop pretending as if you never renamed my existence as Markie Boo,” he groans, remembering how this has been his another one of the hundred pet names he had. Your conversation was cut mid way as his phone loudly vibrated in his phone, swiftly pulling it out as the guy whined in annoyance.

“Yo, I gotta go now I guess, something came up at the company.” He looked sad, pouty. “See you around, yeah?” You were pulled into another hug by the male, he surely loved to hug as usual.

“Yes, yes. Now go. Don’t be late.” You patted his back, pulling out of the hug and shooing him away towards his car.

“See ya, Mom.” He beamed as he sped off with his car. 

“Dumbass.” You muttered, softly laughing at the name he would always call you by, despite being years younger than him. You rounded around your car, getting inside. The start was bad but the end was good nonetheless. The keys of your car jiggled as you closed the door. Again, you twisted the keys, your mood slightly better than before for which you were grateful. Your car’s ignition blared, as you positioned towards the exit of the park, subtly muttering ‘long ass ride.’

The digits ‘7:37’ glowed on the the small digital clock beside your desktop. You felt stiff, stretching your neck as your bones made those cracking noes. You stare at your toes, zoning out was your passion and you excelled at it. You snapped straight, letting out a deep sigh as you started to scheme the projects before you were to hand them over to your bullhead boss. Soon enough, you were done, muttering almost too loudly for everyone that you wished your boss would be napping off instead of being awake.

Good for you, your prayers were answered for the first time in a while. You quietly placed the files that contained all the details that needed to be checked again by your boss, quietly making your way out of his cabin as soon as possible. On you way, you informed his secretary you were leaving, her face wore distraught and annoyance but softens as she saw you approaching. Sometimes you felt sympathetic towards her, often asking the heavens to bless her with utmost patience and perseverance to deal with the bullhead.

The marble floor clicked with every step you took, the sounds eerily audible in the serene lobby. It was very rare for the lobby to be filled with people in evening, the employees would practically sprint off their seats as soon as the clock hits 7. You made your way out of the building, making a mental note to buy a gift for Mark on your way back to home. What would he like? Take outs? Homemade? Wine? You drove across the street before halting your car in front of the department store that was situated just a few blocks away from your office. The header of the store glowed, the alleys seemingly half-crowded with people of different occupations you assumed. You let out a hiss as you felt a chill run down your spine, it was almost the end of Autumn which meant Winter was just round the corner. You decided to rely on your instincts, deciding to gift your friend a fancy bottle of wine despite having zero knowledge about it.

You were never quite the fan of wine. According to you, the seemingly alcoholic drink was too expensive, plus the etiquettes that came along for its consumption would always just make your turn your head away every time you laid your eyes across one. You schemed through the white shelves filled with different tastes and colors of wine, each hailing from various corners of the world. “How do I even spell it?” You crouched down a bit to a bottle that had caught your attention, the exquisite name was starting to make your head hurt. It’s probably a white wine you thought, the transparent color of the liquid was what made you convince. But something rather nostalgic caught your sight, before you could even realize, you found your fingertips caressing the cold glass bottle of the red liquid that you held now.

“If were to be a drink, then what would I be?” You lazily laid sprawled across the couch in the living, while you boyfriend who sat on the marble floor across fumbles with the knotted bunch of cables. Jaehyun had his gaze focus of the wire maze in his hands, eyebrows furrowed and lips pouted in immense concentration.

“Peach milk,” he smiled, unbeknownst to you he was actually implying a double meaning for his answer.

“And why that?” You felt his choice a bit amusing, not really expecting that as an answer.

“Because I love your ass and boobs,” he winked, only to be hit by a pillow that was resting beneath your curled legs. Jaehyun felt himself giggling by your reaction, it was cute to see you being annoyed. “Babe, c’mon. I can’t lie about it.” 

“Never mind, just forget it.” You started to get a bit pissed, hurt as well because your sensitive ass thought he would probably say something sweet that would make you heart flutter. 

“Peach milk is my favorite, that’s the main reason why,” Jaehyun shifted his focus back to the cables, the last two knots were too adamant to let go of each other. You felt yourself smiling, too wide, he definitely knew you well. Cheeky bastard.

“What about me?” he asked, eyes still focused as he working on untying the last knot.

“Hmmm...” you shifted your position on the couch, now sitting up as you stared your boyfriend’s figure for a short while.

“Red wine.” sophisticated, classy, unique, warm. If you were to describe the aura around him, these would be the first choices.

However, your answer seemed to have caught Jaehyun’s attention, pausing in his tracks as he got curious as to why the specific choice. He had a huge grin on his face, he adored how you remembered the specific detail of red wine being his favourite, for he mentioned it in your first date which was 2 years back. But he knew there was more to it. He knew you too well. “But why red wine?”

You kept your gaze fixated on Jaehyun as he gets up from the ground, putting the cables in a secure manner to avoid another tie war. He hugged the pillow tight which you had previously thrown on him, before propping down beside you on the couch with a tired sigh, looking at you intently. It was as if you both were having a staring contest. So you rested your head on your right hand, both staring each other with soft smiles before you continued.

“You are much more to what everyone thinks you are,” you notice how Jaehyun cocks an eyebrow, still staring and trying to process what you just said.

“Just like wine, the more I know you, the more I know just how amazing you are. Both sweet and sour, but the balanced ratio of it is what makes you more admirable.” You admired how he was always able to balance things out, prior to what everyone believes about him, he had both good and bad sides to him. And that’s what made him more human, him acknowledging his flaws. That’s what made you fall for him.

Hearing you, Jaehyun thought he might dislocate his jaw anytime soon for smiling so hard. His heart started to do all sort of flips, ears starting to pink. It was at times like this when you don’t need words to express how you were feeling, silent but the communication was still present. Jaehyun slides his hand into yours, you glanced at both of your intertwined fingers before looking at him, his eyes full of hearts for you. You giggled, feeling shy at his intense stare but returning him the same way.

“I love you,” he whispered, his starry eyes which were only looking at you.

“Excuse me miss,” You jolt at the sudden change of voice coming from behind you. You whip around, a girl probably in her late teens stood nervously, her hands fidgets with the belts of her backpack. 

“Miss, you were kinda in the way so..” you felt flustered for absent-mindedly drifting into your dreamland while shopping for your friend, chiding yourself mentally in the process.

“Ah, I am so sorry,” you moved swiftly to the side to allow the teen some space to carry out her shopping. “Please, carry on.” You smiled softly. Though at the back of your mind you wanted to point out how she shouldn’t be consuming alcohol, but disregarded the urge nonetheless. Sometimes children should get to enjoy their minimal amount of fun in their youth too. You were still clutching the red wine bottle in your hand, eyeing it one last time before placing it back in the racks. You cleared your throat, as if to let the voices speaking inside your head know that you are not a stupid 20 year old anymore. You shake your head, glancing around to inspect if others were judging your state before proceeding to the counter for the random wine you picked which might have cost you half of your monthly salary. It’s okay to spend once in a while.

Mark was literally running around his apartment. Running. His head shot up as he remembered something. “Shit, fuck, are the bathroom lights okay?” he murmured to himself, sprinting off to the bathroom that was located in his vast living room first, followed by the ones in his bedroom and guestroom. Mark was still a newbie to the norms of living alone, him being a newborn living-alone man for sparsely 2 months. And he would barely be home due to his schedules. There were even times he would just forget his own bedroom.

“What else, what else,” he glanced over the whole area eyes drifting here and there before he realized something. Dumbass forgot to check if there were even enough food for two. Mark quickly scurried to the kitchen counter, the utensils were more than enough before checking his fridge. Beers? Check. Soju? Check. Kimchi? Check. Slices of chicken breast? Check. But the 33 year old still felt something was missing. Mark shifted his focus on the wooden shelf that was just above the kitchen sink, the transparent glass door of it making a creak sound as he opened it. For an apartment who’s owner was barely home, the shelf was definitely well packed and organized. It contained all sorts of ramen, tteokbokki and any other fast food you could name. “What else, what else, what else, what else,” he kept chanting, as if by some magic his chants of short memory would be heard and he would know what else was he missing out. He hunched over the lower shelf to inspect if all the sauces his housekeeper stores for him were present there. Absorbed in his thoughts, Mark did not notice the sudden sound of his bell going off, before the sounds just got repeated and even more louder. 

“What the fuck?” his eyebrows creased in annoyance, cussing out all the profanities he had in his vocabulary at the visitor’s insolent mannerism. Mark was beyond pissed, the person behind the other side of the door not only disrupted his memory battle but also had the audacity to ring the bell like a 3 year old in the middle of the night. Instead of just answering from the intercom, he directly opened the entrance door. “Look, it’s like 11 in the night - Hyung?” Mark halted his rant session as he realized it was Jaehyun standing in front of his house. Covered in black shirt, black mask, black pants - black everything, it would take a while for others who did not know him personally to recognize the member of the top boy group in the industry.

“Were you shitting or something,” Jaehyun smiled before casually giving his best friend a hug. Mark pulls out some of the spare slippers he had stored, while Jaehyun sits on the wooden step as he unties the knots of his black adidas. As Jaehyun get ups, he looks over to the other male standing in front of him, then down at the slippers and then again to the male.

“What?” Mark laughed, his hands shifting to the sides of his waist.

“Mark, please don’t go shopping by yourself next time,” Jaehyun silently judged Mark for offering him the fluffly colourful pink body and yellow polka dots slippers, similar to the ones he was wearing but the combination in opposite. 

“I got them from the BOGO offer going on in the supermarket just down the lane,” Mark wiggled his toes under the furry layer of clothing, slightly humming at the texture. “Bro this shit comfortable and cute, you can’t deny that.”

Jaehyun gives him another look, amused at how his bandmate’s old habits were still the same. “I help you out with your fashion choices next time. Don’t worry.” He patted Mark’s should, a sympathetic grin on his face as he anticipated the other male’s dramatic reaction. 

“Oh please,” Mark scoffed. “More like you need my and Johnny hyung’s assistance for your monotonous wardrobe!”

Jaehyun laughed at his friend’s rebuttal before lazily propping himself on the bean sack in the living room with a low hum. Oddly enough, Mark’s apartment felt more homely than his own apartment which was just above a few floors.

“But what brings you here?” Mark walks over to his fridge, judging by his friend’s sudden visit, he knew drinks had become a necessary part of the night. “And what about Hayoung?”

“What about her?” Jaehyun raised his eyebrow at Mark, skillfully catching the beer Mark had tossed to him after asking about Hayoung, Jaehyun’s, well complicated girl something.

“I though you guys might just....I don’t know, be official or something.” Mark stole a glance towards his friend, nervously opening his can. The momentary pin drop silence was an indicator, he indeed blurted something he should not have. The fizzy hiss of the beer can being opened barely broke the ice.

“I don’t do things like official,” Jaehyun scoffed, producing a low sigh after sipping the beer. Mark decided not to further press his friend, despite having an old unresolved grudge against Jaehyun somewhere deep within him. It had been years since all of that had happened, but he still felt hostility creep up inside every time he remembers that night, that week, that month. After all, it was you that Jaehyun had completely broken, torn and ripped apart.

Unbeknownst to the rummaging thoughts inside the mind of his bandmate, it took a while for the older to realize how oddly clean and organized the apartment looked. Jaehyun turned to Mark, eyebrows raised with mischievousness coating his words. “You having someone for the night tomorrow?”

Mark almost made a disgusted face but instead opted to scrunch. “Bro, I don’t have Tinder, neither do I wanna be a carrier of STDs.” Mark placed his empty can on the small glass table, simultaneously letting out a tired huff. Jaehyun almost took an offense to the statement, the attack was definitely but indirectly made towards him. But he decided to shrug it off, Mark was not lying after all. Jaehyun did not even know half of the girls’ names he had slept with, someday or another mixing up names which ends in him getting kicked out or being cursed out. That was what had happened that night as well. 

“Okay, I forgot. Hayoung, yes. Speak.” Jaehyun shot an incredulous look to the younger, as if he was able to read his mind or something. Mark only furrowed his eyebrows at the reaction.

“I-I....got kicked out,” Jaehyun’s voice was barely above a whisper, but the sharp eared male was able to catch his friend’s low murmur. Mark stifled his giggle, only to receive a glare from his friend. Jaehyun ran his fingers through his newly dyed lilac hair. Fucking embarrassing.

“But what made her do that?”

Jaehyun felt chills run down his spine as the scenario replayed in his head. He shivered despite the heater being on, an amused Mark glancing while chugging down the small remaining amount of beer. Mark was being a gentleman trying to conceal his laughter as Jaehyun rambled how he managed to fuck up yet another good hook-up buddy. At this point, Mark was not even surprised. Victim to his obvious facial expressions, Mark hated lying, and equally hated being lied to as well. Jaehyun side glanced his friend, a loud annoyed snort escaping from him. “Having fun, aren’t you?”

“Well, I mean it’s fun — sorry,” Mark clears his throat. He should be the type of friend who gives advices instead of laughing. Mark wiggled in his seat, distorting the empty can before having a perfect shot in the trashcan just a few feet away from him. Smooth one.

“I think I might retire, or just quit after the current contract ends,” Jaehyun felt tight, the words came out from him in a way too suffocating form. Mark visibly tenses, his laidback posture now crouching forward to his friend. Mark was too pre-occupied in his escalating solo career, the support he had been getting even before the official stage was way too much for him to fathom, but he was grateful for it nonetheless. A stinging guilt crept up inside him, chiding himself of being such an inconsiderate friend. “It’s high-time I start to live on my own accord.”

Mark decided to rather not pressurize the half-drunk dude with his numerous questions as to why or what has made him to take such a step. Jaehyun struggled to keep his eyes open, exhaustion was taking over his body ever faster now that he had booze in his system. Jaehyun would have rather opted to just spend the night on the couch (he preferred Mark’s limited edition long L shaped sofa over any king sized bed) but the guy decided to not get welcomed by his mate as ‘good morning.’ Mark put a hand on Jaehyun’s knee, an attempt to stop the non-stop stomping which was a very well-known drunk habit of him. Piling the blankets he just brought, the younger warned again, eyes like red lazer lights before trudging towards his bedroom. 

Feet wobbly, Jaehyun struggles to drag his build to switch off the remaining lights in the living room, glancing throughout the long empty space. He gulped down harshly, the familiar empty feeling creeping back to him which he had been avoiding for so long — for years. Jaehyun took a deep sigh, the heavy feeling feeling weighing down his chest as he took light steps towards the big glass window which granted him the view of the whole city. His eyes flickered at the luminous sight. He felt big but small, full, content but numb and empty. 

“Hyung, you’re still awake?” a sleepy voice spoke from behind, breaking out Jaehyun from his trance. 

“Huh?” It took a moment for him to process an answer. “Uh yeah. just like that. You go sleep.”

Mark shrugged, walking towards his bed as Jaehyun plopped down harshly on the duvet, wincing slightly as he felt a sprain in his lower back. With the alcohol slowly losing its effect on him with each passing second, Jaehyun started to feel more sober, more drawn back into the reality. He hated it. This feeling he was feeling.

Mark was having a rather difficult time to fall asleep. He even put on a random sleeping eye mask he uses for travelling, but alas that did not help either. He was too giddy, too excited for tomorrow. Pulling up the blankets over his head, Mark was assured he was safe from everyone, even maybe from God as a huge grin breaks out on his face. As much as he hates to admit it, Mark loved how things turned out to be the way they were.

“Oh god, this is so awkward. Oh god can I please please just die already?” Mark halted on his steps at the voice, glistening in sweats after the recent stage. He thought it would be an adventure to opt for the public washroom in disguise since the green rooms’ ones were all occupied by the rest of the members; and boy, Mark was really giving his all hold his pee.  

“OH GOD!” the sudden yelp caused the male to shriek quietly, muttering an inaudile ‘jesus’. Despite the odds, Mark decided not to test his luck, holding in the bubbling feeling just before explosion as much as he could. Muttering quiet curses, the male struggled to hold his posture as he stealthily tried to get to the other side of the stairs. Too busy in his on the way to urination voyage, Mark realized it was too late, he bumped. Bumped into someone. A girl. Hell yeah fucked. Panic crept at the back of his throat as he anticipated what was coming forth. Him being surrounded by numerous fan as he desperately tries to hold his pee. What a fucking sight.

“Look, I know you might be a staff or something,” Mark whipped his head at your voice. “But please just oh god,” you rambled, leaving the man standing with his legs crossed tightly in utter confusion. “I had no idea — Mark Lee?”

The colors from his faced drained, Mark turned casper for a split second. 

“PLEASE!” he was quick to react, half-whispering as he desperately caught your hands. “Please don’t just, uh.., shout or something.”

You immediately raised your hands in defense. “I uh have no reason to do so?” You stated, observing how he was literally squirming, it did not take you long to understand that the canadian needed to go the washroom as soon as possible. ”Oh!” You quickly moved. “Sorry for blocking your way!” Before he could even say thank you, you disappeared without any trace. Mark made a quick mental note to thank you, well that only if he ever happens to cross paths with you again. And deep down, he wised he would. On the other hand, you let out another distressed growl, promising to all of the heavens that never will you be ever accompanying your cousin sister, or let alone come to any concerts from now on. The stunt your drunken cousin had pulled just a while ago was humiliating enough, but of course, she had to spice it up by vomiting on the hallways just in front of the green room. You silently prayed and hope with all your might that maybe they will be generous enough not to sue you or ask for compensation for the mess, looking around cautiously for any employees before you sprinted off for the exit door, and yes, dragging the passed out stunt lady.

Mark felt as if he had a halo above his head, the water balloon inside him finally set free. But he had to race when he saw his phone buzzing with notifications, all of them belonging to his manager or the group chat of the members chanting same syllables ‘Where are you’ ‘show starts in 2′ ‘get yo ass here’. It did not take the rapper too while before he reached the green room, the makeup artists and stylists immediately wrapping themselves around him with brushes and hair sprays. He was smiling, genuinely smiling as he replayed the encounter he just had. Johnny raised an eyebrow with an amused grin on his face. 

“What’s with the smile, bro?” Johnny pulls up some random exercises to relieve the tension in his muscles.

Instead of dodging his question, Mark replied, still smiling, but wider. “The pee voyage was a nice one.”

Johnny judged the younger for a second before chuckling and heading towards the stage. The loud noises from the fans echoed throughout the whole arena, full of green lightsticks gleeming like blossoming spring garden. No wonder I called them grass, Mark thought. But today, he was looking for a rather specific individual, his eye scanning almost all the faces in the crowd. He hoped to see you again, smiling gleefully as he performed, but thought that it was too greedy of him to want this much in a span of a day. And so he performed, for the first time without any pressure of doing good, enjoying every moment of the stage he was on and yet again, wished that maybe, maybe your paths will collide with his again.

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part 2

[buckyskorpion]

11 hours - part five

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Reader

Summary: bucky is the mystery you can’t wait to solve. if you can get out of his bed long enough, that is. a biker au.

Warnings: gang-typical violence, sex scenes, alcohol mentions, probably more to come so stay tuned

A/N: alright things escalated VERY QUICKLY but shit had to go down sometime. i hope you enjoy! and sorry for the delay, i really been goin thru it recently. this part is 7k to make up for it lmao i wont be taking tags for this so please dont ask.

title taken from 11 hours by wet | playlist | my ko-fi

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It’s a big day. You had held Bucky’s hand as you stood in the doorway to his apartment, playing with his rings so you didn’t have to meet his eyes. You were nervous, not because you didn’t trust Bucky but because with every secret spilled you felt like a layer of your skin was being peeled away. But you’d held his hand and told him to pick you up tonight from your office. You handed him your business card, a physical embodiment of trust you hadn’t given to anyone else. It wasn’t your apartment address, sure, but it was something and Bucky held the card with the biggest, boyish grin on his face that melted your heart.

The real reason you’re so nervous is because if whoever followed you from Bucky’s apartment is following Bucky, then they’ll follow him right to your office door. You’d had a long talk to yourself in the bathroom mirror the other night, however, and decided you weren’t going to let a hypothetical stalker ruin yet another relationship for you. Not that stalkers are common in your life, but using any excuse to distance yourself and cut people out is most definitely your regular MO. Not this time.

That being said, stalkers aren’t common in your life so you are, understandably, fixated by it. You are sure it has something to do with Bucky because you don’t believe in coincidences and the guy literally followed you from Bucky’s apartment. The big question is, was the stalker after Bucky or were they after you? Since you have next to nothing to go on, you aren’t exactly on your way to answering that one yet. But you’ll get there, eventually, and you’ve got some ideas.

In the meantime, you wait for Bucky and attempt to tidy your organised mess. He’s meant to show up at seven on his bike, but seven is going on eight and he’s yet to show. You try not to picture the worst or convince yourself you’re being stood up, even though that’s what it feels like. The one time you give out personal details and he doesn’t show. That would be your luck. You kick a filing drawer closed a bit too harshly, the metal clanging loud in your deafeningly silent office. Whatever. It’s not like anyone is left in the building to judge you because Bucky is over an hour late and every other office in the place is long empty.

You water your desperately dry indoor plants, even the one on top of your bookshelf - a testament to how hard you’re trying to distract yourself from the imminent heartbreak. You stand on tiptoes on your swivel chair to reach the crispy fern, something your dad would yell at you for if he could see you, but he can’t so you just pray the wheels don’t slip out from under you. It’s a very precarious precision for you to be in when someone bangs your office door open and stumbles inside, that’s for sure. You nearly break your entire body falling from the chair, but catch yourself on the bookcase before any real damage can be done.

The invader slams the door shut behind them, making you flinch once again as you spin around to face your would-be attacker. Only it's not someone breaking and entering - it’s Bucky, panting heavily and bleeding from his temple while he turns slowly on his heel and assesses every corner of your tiny office for threats.

“Bucky?” you call out, hesitant to approach and startle him incase it’s not your office that he’s seeing. His dog tags hang out the neck of his t-shirt when they’re usually always carefully tucked under the fabric, and you notice now he’s not just bleeding from his head but somewhere under that shirt as well. He looks over at your voice and it takes a second for him to focus properly on you, shoulders visibly slumping, closing the space in three quick strides.

“I’m so sorry,” he says, pulling you bodily into a crushing hug. You wrap your arms around his waist, carefully holding him in case he’s got even more injuries you can’t see, but he squeezes you so tight you find it hard to breathe. He has one arm around your shoulders, that hand tangled in your hair and he presses your head into his shoulder. You feel him nose into the hair at the crown of your head, breathe in deep, let it out in shudders.

“You’re hurt,” you say into his t-shirt, and he shakes his head while still pressing his face into your scalp.

“M’fine, s’just blood,” he mumbles, barely coherent, so you let it go for the moment. You let him hold you and you hug him back, splaying your palms flat against his back and pressing him impossibly closer to you.

Eventually, you peel yourself from him in order to give him a once over. He smiles down at you like he’s amused, but you hardly find the situation funny when Bucky’s blood is literally all over you, now. You take his hand and make him sit on your swivel chair, spinning uselessly in the middle of the room from where it slid out from under you and rolled away. There’s a first aid kit in a box near the window, because you can never be too careful, and you take to soaking gauze in alcohol solution instead of speaking. You don’t trust what would come out of your mouth right now, anyway.

Luckily, Bucky fills the silence for you. He bites his lip as he looks over at you, taking in the tense set of your shoulders and jerky movements as you dig around for bandages. Then he says, “I got caught up, I really am sorry.”

You nod, but you still don’t speak. Instead you grab your supplies and move over to Bucky, avoiding his eyes as you assess the one wound you can see. Bucky has a thin cut from the corner of his eye to his hairline, shallow but bleeding profusely due to the thin skin there. You suck in a deep breath and start dabbing the soaked gauze on the wound, outside to inside, watching as the white turns coppery red with every swipe. Your stomach twists at the sight, and to your horror, you find you could almost cry.

“Doll,” Bucky says, eyebrows creasing up as if he’s just as upset as you feel. He hooks one big hand around your thigh, tugging until you let him manhandle you onto his lap. “I mean it, I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.”

“I don’t care that you were late,” you snap, clenching your jaw until you can get your flash of frustration under control. You drop your hand from his face, curling up further onto Bucky’s lap despite yourself as his arms come round to hug you to his chest. His bloodstained, most likely injured chest. You take a deep breath and ask, “What happened?”

“You wanna know?” Bucky asks. When you finally meet his eyes he doesn’t seem to be shutting down, shutting you out like you expect when it comes to talking about Bucky’s biker lifestyle. He just looks sad, and you let yourself soften just a bit to run your fingers down his jaw.

Bucky’s eyes flutter closed when you touch him, and you say, “I already told you - I just wanna know. No secrets.”

“No secrets,” Bucky affirms, smiling as he opens his eyes again. The corners are tight, though, as he starts to explain. “One of the things we do - the gang, y’know - is run protection details. Me and Sam were on it, supposed to be a simple job, but we got shitty intel and ended up having to fight our way out of a crappy spot. We got out, finished the job, but it definitely didn’t go to plan. ”

“Protection for what?” you ask. This is the most open Bucky has ever been when talking about his gang, so you’re not going to pass up this opportunity for a bit more information.

“For who,” Bucky corrects, smiling at you like he knows what you’re doing. He starts stroking up and down your shoulder blades as he talks, soothing the both of you it seems. “Rich businessmen, low-level politicians, mob affiliates - anyone who’s got a target on their back and need to get from point A to point B. They’re easy jobs for us ex-army guys and they pay well.”

“Better pay than fixing cars, I bet,” you say. Your attempt at levity works and Bucky grins. The way it makes his face turn young and open is so at odds with the trickle of blood down his cheek.

“Gotta be able to pay for your drinks somehow,” he says, and you slap his shoulder. He mock-winces and says, “Hey! I’m bleeding, ya gotta be nice to me.”

“Don’t gotta do shit,” you mumble, reminding you to press the gauze you’re still holding back on the wound on his temple to stem some of the bleeding. He hisses for real this time, the sting of the alcohol probably burning a bit, especially so close to his eye. You press a kiss to his cheek and in apology and Bucky hums, tightening his grip around your body to hold you close again.

“M’sorry I ruined our night,” he says, “I wish I could promise it won’t happen again, but I can’t.”

“Don’t be sorry,” you say, and he meets your eyes, slightly confused. You smile and say, “Not when you’re hurt. I know what I signed up for, I just want you to be ok.”

“What if, one day, I’m not ok?” Bucky asks, serious now, and you take your time before you answer him. His cut is clean of dried blood, and it’s stopped oozing any more. You doubt it’ll get infected so you should bandage it up but you can’t make yourself move from Bucky’s lap. Not just yet.

“I’ll fix you up,” you say. “That’s what we’re doing, right? Taking care of each other.”

Bucky blinks, once, as if allowing your words to download in his brain like a data file. Then he kisses you. He slides a hand up to cradle your head and presses soft, slow kisses to your lips like he’s got all the time in the world. He came storming in like a hurricane but now you’re in the eye, calm and quiet settling over you both as you cup his jaw and kiss into him all the tenderness you're too afraid to say. You mend his bleeding head and adrenaline-addled heart while he soothes your fear. Taking care of each other, and it feels nice to let someone else do that for once.

You know what Bucky is leaving out. The I hurt people admission, the fact he might have killed someone tonight, that the blood on his shirt isn’t just his. You really thought you’d care more - about the not knowing, about the truth of it, about everything. But he’s breathing and alive underneath you, trailing kisses and stubble burn from your mouth to your cheek to your temple, and all of those superfluous details become white noise. You’re surprised to find the simple fact that Bucky is alright is enough to supersede all the gaps you would usually itch to fill.

Bucky spins you both, tucking your legs up closer so you don’t overbalance as he looks around your office in a dizzying circle. A spike of nerves makes you feel sick for a second but Bucky smiles as he looks around, like he’s pleased with this part of your life he’s been able to see, and it makes you feel less afraid.

“This is where the magic happens, huh?” he asks, and you laugh at his teasing. “It’s very normal.”

“What did you expect? Like ‘Sherlock Holmes’ or something?” you ask. Bucky shrugs, mouth twitching like he’s trying not to laugh.

“Maybe,” he says, then squints at you like he’s considering something. “So, no violin?”

“No violin, and no Mrs Hudson. I make my own tea,” you say, grinning up at Bucky even though he’s being stupid.

“Yeah, right,” Bucky snorts, “Pour your own wine, you mean.”

“Are you calling me a drunk?” you gasp, reeling back from Bucky and almost sending yourself off his lap and onto the floor. Bucky grips you tighter, laughing at the offence written all over your face, and then extracts an arm to point meaningfully at the half empty bottle of red by the side of your desk.

“The evidence speaks for itself,” he says. You fold your arms in a huff, if only to have him kiss the top of your head in a silent apology.

“You stick to the gang stuff, I’ll stick to the investigating,” you huff, and Bucky kisses you again until you wipe the frown from your face.

“Alright, smart girl,” he says. He stands, holding you up like it’s nothing and you can’t deny how hot that is, even if he is being condescending to you right now. He sets you down on your feet and smooths out your jacket, the warmth of his hands seeping through the leather as they pass over your shoulders and down your arms. He links his fingers into one of your hands, smiling down at you, and says, “Can we rain check dinner? I think I need a shower.”

Bucky stands unnaturally close to you as you lock up your office and head out, scanning the street while you lock the back door and set the alarm system for the building. He takes your hand wordlessly and leads you to his bike, parked haphazardly on the sidewalk and just begging for a ticket. He hands you a helmet but is looking over your shoulder, not at you, and both of those things are worrying - you’ve never known Bucky to wear a helmet, let alone offer you one. You didn’t know he owned one. You feel fidgety, your skin crawling like you’re being watched, and Bucky must feel it too because he’s a bit rough in manhandling you onto the bike as quickly as possible.

“Bucky,” you say, and he twists around to give you a clinical once over - much like you’d done to him when he’d come to you bloody and breathless. You feel sick to your stomach, guilt and fear twisting in your gut, as you ask, “Do you think someone followed you here?”

Bucky’s face is impassive, but you’d like to think you know him well enough to read the tick by the corner of his eyes as a silent, muttered, shit. He licks his lips and says, “I can’t know the answer to that for sure.”

“But there’s a chance,” you say, and your heart is hammering so loud you barely hear your own voice. If someone finds your office then they find you, and the carefully constructed bubble of anonymity you’ve created is shattered in the space of a second. But you knew that, that’s what Bucky asked you on his couch - will you stay? Knowing Bucky is the antithesis of your comfort zone, will you stay anyway?

“Nothing is going to happen to you,” Bucky says definitively. You scan his eyes for trace of a lie but there is none. Bucky’s jaw is set, and he reaches up to grip your chin and hold your gaze on his, making sure you hear him. “Just like you said - we take care of each other. I’ll always take care of you.”

You let out a shaky breath, one you hadn’t known you’d been holding, and Bucky kisses the trill of fear away. You feel like you’ve dived off a cliff face, Bucky holding your hand all the way down the precipice of trust you’d promised yourself you’d never cross. But Bucky promises he’ll take care of you and god, it’s stupid but you want him to. You want his to be the arms you land in at the end of this free-fall. Even if, given who Bucky is, that’s the most dangerous place to be.

“Speaking of no secrets,” you say, more of mumble into his mouth than anything. Bucky pulls away, adorably puppy-like look of confusion on his face, and your stomach twists with guilt. “Remember the night of the party? At Sam’s bar?”

Bucky nods. He’s twisted uncomfortably on the seat of his bike and the helmet you’ve yet to put on is digging in o your stomach where you’re holding it. This isn’t the best place to be having this conversation but Bucky’s promise has made you brave, and if you don’t go against your own word now you never will. Not once have you ever spilled details of a case before you’d cracked it. This isn’t a case, you have to remind yourself. This is your life.

“That morning, when I left,” you say, omitting the fact it’s the first time you ever used his front door and will most certainly be the last, “someone followed me from your building. I shook them off, but they were waiting for me to leave and I don’t know if they were casing your apartment or if they were there for me, or what. I’m sorry, I should’ve told you, I just-“

“You just what?” Bucky doesn’t sound angry. Worse, he sounds cold. Shut down, clinical, and the way his face has pinched off makes your heart break.

“I didn’t know if I could trust you,” you say, looking down at your lap to avoid the way he’s looking at you like a stranger. Saying it out loud makes it sound so much worse, but it’s the truth and Bucky deserves that at least. “To be honest, I’m still not sure. But I want to. If I’m going to trust anyone, I want it to be you.”

It’s several moments before you’re brave enough to meet Bucky’s eyes again. He is coming back to you slowly, the shutters pulling up from his eyes as confusion seeps out. He scans your face and says, “Usually I would tell you that’s a really stupid idea, but I think you already know that.”

“Stupid ideas are kind of my thing,” you say, and that makes Bucky smile. Relief is bone deep, hits so hard you could slump from the bike in a pile of goo. He’s not mad. In fact, he leans forward in what must be a truly uncomfortable twist to press his forehead against yours and closes his eyes, breathes in deep. You follow suit, so ridiculously relieved you still get to do this while simultaneously trying to control the adrenaline rush from handing over what feels like you’re entire life to someone else.

All your life it feels like it’s always been you versus the world. Your dad raised you that way, to rely on no one but yourself so you can never be let down, not even him. It feels wrong on a cellular level to trust Bucky like you are so blindly doing. Every instinct screams at you to run, to figure this out on your own, that Bucky would normally be one of your main suspects in a regular case. But here you are, showing Bucky all your cards, hoping against hope that you won’t live to regret it.

“No more secrets,” Bucky says, and you nod. You feel his eyelashes tangle with yours as you move, pressed so close like this, and you open your eyes to stare at the veiny lids covering his. “Next time someone follows you, you tell me.”

“Yes sir,” you say, grinning at the warning pinch he gives to your hip.

“Let’s go to the shop,” Bucky says, pulling away from you and turning back to gun his bike to life. “The guys can help us figure this stalker shit out.”

“The guys?” you ask, and your chest does something painfully restrictive at the thought of letting more people in. “As in, everyone? Like, your gang?”

Bucky laughs, like the way you say ‘gang’ is so goddamn amusing, and throws you one last look over his shoulder. You tug the helmet on as he revs the bike, suddenly regretting every other time you’ve gotten on this thing without one, as Bucky says, “Yeah, doll, my gang. That’s kinda the whole point - we help each other out.”

You hadn’t really thought of it like that before. Truthfully, your mind had been filled with shady drug deals and bloody fights, turf wars and tattoos and angry men on bikes. Bucky’s friends and the nights you’ve spent with them seem like a different world, the joy and love entirely removed from the illegal life Bucky leads outside of your reach, but you have to remind yourself - they’re one and the same. Your Bucky cannot be removed from the biker you’ve been kept seperate from.

Clinging to Bucky’s waist, you say, “Sounds very after school special for a gang, tough guy.”

You can practically see Bucky grinning just by looking at the back of his head as takes off, the streets of Brooklyn peeling away as heads for White Wolf Mechanics. Your anxiety and fear sheds off as well, floating away in strips down the tarmac like an outer layer of skin. You feel vulnerable, all new and exposed as you hold Bucky close so you don’t fall. That’s what makes it feel bearable - Bucky’s back against your cheek, the hand he places over yours against his stomach when you pull up at a red light. His promise, echoing under the rumble of the bike beneath you. I’ll always take care of you.

~~~

The shop looks closed from the outside, but you can hear a low bass-line from the street and people laughing somewhere inside. Bucky brings you round the back, the roller doors out front closed this time, and into the back rooms you’d yet to see since that first visit a few weeks ago. To your left you see what must be Bucky’s office, but the room he tugs you to looks more like a bachelor pad living room than a mechanics break room.

Sam and Steve lay sprawled on leather couches, beers open on the coffee table made of old crates stacked together. The Killers pumps through a very, very nice sound system which Natasha is quietly singing along to where she lays on top of the pool table, legs kicking off the edge to the beat. Her beer rests on her stomach, rising and falling with every breath, and she doesn’t even raise her head as she waves at the two of you entering. Sam lifts the icepack from his eye to look at you, grinning wide, and kicks Steve in the shin to get his attention.

“Barnes is back,” he says, rolling his eyes as Steve blearily blinks awake from what was clearly an unplanned nap. Steve focuses on you and Bucky, eyebrows drawn down in confusion, and Sam adds, “and he’s brought his girl.”

“Shouldn’t you be at dinner or something?” Steve asks, then seems to remember himself and smiles all big and perfect at you. “It’s great to see you again, by the way.”

“Quit brown-nosing, it’s embarrassing,” Sam says, and throws his icepack at Steve’s head. He swats it away, squawking at the wetness it leaves behind on his hand and cheek, which makes Sam grin.

“I need a beer for this,” Bucky mutters so only you can hear, which makes you smile. You lead the way to the minibar in the corner, right by the bookshelf full of video games and the cardboard cut-out of Guy Fieri (you don’t want to ask). Bucky follows, grabbing your hand and tugging you back into his chest as you walk - even without the watchful eyes of the other gang affiliates which usually follow you at his parties, Bucky seems hell bent on making sure everyone knows who you’re here with. Even his closest friends.

You can’t say you entirely mind.

“So, to what do we owe the pleasure?” Natasha asks. She’s sat up now, twisting on the pool table to face you both as Bucky grabs you some beers. Sam and Steve still continue to argue about nonsense on the couches and are ignored by the three of you for the moment. However, they stop bickering as soon as Bucky speaks again.

“Someone’s been watching my building,” he says. The silence is thick, and you feel almost guilty for ruining their fun night with your stalker woes. Bucky hands you a beer and looks at you pointedly, eyebrows raised. You take a sip before you follow his not-so-subtle direction to start talking.

“I was followed home the morning after Sam’s party at the bar,” you say. You have the full attention of Bucky’s closest friends, and you can’t help but feel a little intimidated. You take a deep breath and decide to look at the situation like you were debriefing a client on a case - remove yourself from the equation. “There was a man smoking against the building next to Bucky’s. He followed me about four blocks before I lost him. He was over six foot, caucasian, brown hair and stubble.”

“Sounds like every white guy,” Sam says. “You could be describing Bucky, for all we know.”

“Yes,” you say, frowning. “If I was putting a tail on someone, I would make them very nondescript. Makes sense, right?”

“And you’re sure he was following you?” Natasha asks. You glance at her, but she doesn’t look like she’s condescending you or anything. Surprisingly, she looks like she believes you far more than the other two men in the room. Maybe your trial by fire proved to her you know what you’re talking about, so you nod.

“Definitely. Either he knew I was there and was waiting for me to leave, or he was watching Bucky’s apartment and would have followed anyone who came out of it. Without more information I can’t be sure if he was there for me or Bucky.”

“You’ve never seem him before?” Steve asks. You shake your head, and he says, “Could you describe him a bit more detailed? I might be able to draw him.”

“Sure,” you shrug. “Or, we can just wait until he shows up at Bucky’s again and follow him.”

Bucky does not like that idea at all. He practically growls, grabbing your elbow and turning you to face him as he glares at you. Roughly, he says, “Are you fucking insane?”

“What?” Mildly annoyed, you tug your arm from Bucky’s grip and say, “If this was a case, that’s what I would do.”

“This isn’t a case. This guy is going to be a hell of a lot more dangerous than some rich businessman cheating on his wife,” Bucky says, voice raised to an almost shout in one of the quickest escalations you’ve ever seen.

A switch flips in your brain, and you see red.

“Thank you for the condescending analysis, Bucky,” you snap. You ignore Sam’s muttered ‘oh shit!’ for your own health and sanity. “But you have no idea the kind of people I’ve dealt with in my life. I can manage a fairly mediocre stalker.”

“A fairly mediocre stalker who works for someone who won’t hesitate to use your hamstrings as handcuffs,” Bucky hisses. He steps towards you, chest brushing yours as he breaths deep and ragged, and oh- there’s the Bucky you’d been missing. The guy who’s still wearing clothes stained with blood, most of it not his, angry in an incandescent kind of way which reminds you he could hurt you in many more ways than just a broken heart. He leans down to say into your face, “This isn’t something you fuck around with, alright? There’s a reason why I’ve kept this world from you.”

“I thought we said no secrets?” you say, raising your eyebrows. You will yourself to hold your ground, even if you are shaking like a leaf and your words come out soft in the face of his anger. Like you’d poked a pin in his chest, Bucky deflates. He backs off of you, face crumbling from anger to guilt as quickly as he built himself up there.

“I won’t let you get hurt because of me,” he says, shaking his head. The switch in your brain flips back, all indignation and pride fading away. He’s still trying to take care of you, just like he promised. Already it’s abundantly clear you’re not going to make that easy for him, and you wonder how long it will take until he gets sick of trying.

“This isn’t going to work if you don’t trust me,” you say, gesturing between you. “I let you into my world, now it’s your turn. I know it’s dangerous - I could have left, remember? But I’m here. So let me be here.”

“If someone touches you-“

“I’ll get over it,” you say. Bucky stares at you like you’re crazy, and maybe you are, but it’s true. “You said you were going to take care of me - how’re you gonna do that from all the way over there?”

You don’t mean the other side of the room, the valley of the pool table and the metaphorical arms-length which which he’s keeping between you. There’s only so much Bucky can hide from you before you either dive right in or walk away. This is the turning point.

“Fine,” he says. He looks physically pained as he scrubs a hand over his cropped hair, but at least he’s not angry anymore. “I still think thats a fucking stupid idea.”

“Like I said,” you say, offering him a smile he shakily returns, “stupid ideas are kind of my thing.”

“Uh, can I say something?” Sam asks, breaking the illusion that it was only the two of you in the room for that particular argument. You both turn to look at him, and he almost backs down with the weight of both your gaze. He carries on, however, saying, “I’m glad you guys have had this breakthrough in your relationship, but that doesn’t really help us in figuring out who this guy is. Or who he works for. Or why he followed you. Or how he knows where Bucky lives in the first place.”

“We could go around and ask,” Steve says, shrugging at Natasha’s eyeroll. “What? Baseball bats really jog people’s memories.”

“Why don’t we ask the private investigator for some expert advice,” Natasha says, giving you a look that seems to say men, right? You’re still trying to get your head around the image of Steve threatening someone with a baseball bat when you’ve seen him with his own puke on his jumper singing Sweet Caroline into a toilet bowl.

“Well,” you begin, darting Bucky a look but he seems to be listening and not getting ready to yell at you again, “since apparently following the guy is off the table for now, I would start with me and Bucky. Enemies, bad blood, someone with an axe to grind. Pull at some threads and see what happens.”

“That shouldn’t be hard,” Sam says, “Bucky’s got more enemies than friends.”

“So do we all, punk,” Bucky grumbles, glaring at Sam. “We’re in a gang.”

“This ain’t about me.” Sam holds his hands up in mock innocence, grinning big like he gets unrivalled joy from making Bucky’s face do the twitchy, dark thing it’s doing right now. The impact is somewhat lessened by the swollen, black eye Sam’s sporting from the mission gone wrong today, you assume, but it doesn’t curb his enthusiasm.

“I can put together a list of the most recent run-in’s you’ve had by tomorrow,” Natasha says to Bucky, ignoring the bickering with practiced ease. “Until then, we should put some protection on your building.”

“You guys have bodyguards?” you ask before your brain can tell you that’s a dumb fucking question. All three of them laugh, Bucky hooking an arm around your shoulder to ruffle your hair as he tugs you into his side. Point taken, you think as you pout under Bucky’s arm.

“I’ll stay in the spare room,” Steve says, swinging himself off the couch to his full, ginormous height. That image of him with the baseball bat starts to take a bit more shape in your mind, and you don’t doubt for a second he could offer some extra protection where the stalker is concerned. To you, he asks, “You don’t mind if I third wheel?”

“It’s not my apartment,” you say, attempting to hide your blush under the weight of Bucky’s arm. You are unsuccessful, if Sam’s smirk is anything to go by.

“We’ll survive one night, punk,” Bucky says, giving you a squeeze. “Or just buy some earplugs.”

“Gross!” Sam cries, flailing an arm around. “Too much information!”

You have a feeling akin to whiplash at how well these people are taking a stalker and potential threat on their lives. Joking around, Steve fake-moaning just to make Sam scream, Natasha laughing until tears form in her eyes at the antics of two grown men chasing each other around the couches like school children. Glancing up at Bucky and the warm look he’s giving them all, you suppose it must be lot less scary to face something like that with friends. Family, you think, as Sam crash-tackles Steve into the couch and smothers his face with a pillow.

“You’ll be alright?” Natasha’s soft voice manages to scare you, jolting under Bucky’s hold as you turn from watching Steve and Sam to find her right by Bucky’s other side. She’s looking up at him, lips pressed into a firm line, and you remember the last time you were here - James is the only family I have. Maybe some are taking this development a bit easier than others.

“Always am,” Bucky says, using his free arm to punch her lightly on the shoulder. She gets him back, much harder, and you feel Bucky wince away from her and into your side. “Serious, Natashenka. I’ll be fine.”

“Good,” she says. Smirking, she adds, “I’ll kill you if you aren’t.”

You look back to Steve and Sam before they can notice you eavesdropping, a hot, honey-thick feeling melting through your skin. You want to know what that feels like in a way which burns; to have people who have your back like that, and your dad doesn’t count because he literally has to. You understood Bucky’s gang even less than you originally thought - he’s not just a biker, a criminal, a hit man or an ex-army vet turned enforcer, whatever the case may be. He’s a guy doing what he has to do to protect the people he loves, because he’s surrounded by them. You’ve never had to protect anyone but yourself.

You tuck yourself closer into Bucky’s side, letting the warmth and smell of him consume you. That’s gonna change, you think. This feeling in your chest is telling you that change is already happening.

~~~

Steve does not have to get ear plugs to survive the night, and you make both him and Bucky coffee before you head off. Shower, new clothes, work - all that normal people stuff you have to do. Steve, golden in the morning sun with the brightest smile on his face, and Bucky’s moody scowl at the early hour and dark rings under his eyes, wave you goodbye. You kiss Bucky’s pout before you go, letting him grab your ass for a second before you slip away.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” he says, and Steve snorts like there’s some joke you’re missing.

“I’ll go out the laundry window,” you say, as if this is a new development and not your usual routine. “Nobody’s gonna follow me, promise.”

“Hmph,” is all Bucky says and then you’re really gone, racing down the stairs and out the window like you always do.

Sorry Bucky, you silently think towards his apartment as instead of making to cut through the gym parking lot, you wrap back around his building and scan the street from behind the bins. Sure enough, opposite Bucky’s building with a baseball cap on and another cigarette, stands the same dude who followed you the first time. You really weren’t lying - stupid ideas are kind of your thing.

You make sure you’re hidden by a group of pedestrians as you slip out the side alley of Bucky’s apartment building and walk away from your stalker. He doesn’t notice, and you manage to walk a block and cross the road without him any the wiser. Your roles have switched as you hang out at the news-agency a few doors down from where he’s waiting, pretending to flick through a magazine. It’s easy to take a few picture of him over the top of the page with your phone, grainy but useable for when you show Bucky later.

You can deal with Bucky being angry at you, because you know how to do your job and this is the most efficient way to get intel. It’s always easier to ask for forgiveness than permission.

Eventually, you watch your stalker watch Bucky and Steve leave his building. It’s 9AM and they head to their respective bikes, revving off down the street in the general direction of Steve’s tattoo shop. Your man hunches his shoulders and pulls out his phone, taps into it for a bit, before he walks off in the opposite direction to Bucky and Steve. Not following them, then. Your stomach twists as you fall into pace a few people behind him. Just following you.

He gets on the subway, which makes  it very difficult for you to remain unnoticed but you manage to sit at the internal doors in the next carriage and watch him through those. He gets on his phone again, talking to someone with evident frustration if his clenched jaw and balled fist is anything to go by. He gets off in Manhattan, walks a few blocks, before ducking into a darkly lit bar called the Lerna. You decide it’s probably best not to follow him there, but you snap a few photos on your phone of the bar before doubling back out to Brooklyn.

You call Bucky as you go, a bit jittery at the incoming argument you know you’ve created, but you can’t help but feel it will be worth it. Now you have something to actually go off - a face, a name, some concrete facts. Much better than stabbing around in the dark. A few rings go by before Bucky picks up, saying, “Miss me already?”

“Get over yourself, tough guy,” you say, but you’re smiling. Maybe you do miss him already, just a bit. You were so focused on getting your information you didn’t get to fully savour Bucky this morning, all tanned muscles and tattoos, all yours. You force yourself to ruin the moment by saying, “I’ve got some information for you.”

“Me too,” he says, which surprises you. “Nat’s gotten together some potential candidates for your stalker. Have you got time to come to Steve’s tattoo place?”

“Sure,” you say, beginning to pick at your nails as the nerves set in.

There’s a beat of silence before Bucky must realise what you’d said before, and he doesn’t sound nearly as light and playful anymore “You said you had information? On what?”

“I’ll just show you when I get there,” you rush out, closing your eyes at the way Bucky sucks in a breath like he already knows what you’ve done. “Don’t be mad.”

“Oh, I’m not mad,” he says, as if through gritted teeth. “I’m fucking livid. Please tell me you didn’t follow that guy this morning.”

“Ok, I won’t tell you,” you say. “See you in twenty.”

“You’re dead meat,” he says before you hang up.

It could’ve gone worse, you muse as you round the corner to the subway station. Sure, Bucky threatened you with lethal violence and sounded even angrier than he’d gotten at the shop yesterday, but you can still imagine him smiling at his phone as you hung up the same way you’re smiling at yours now.

You text him the photos with a quick, Don’t say I never do anything for you xx

A minute after the photos deliver, Bucky is calling you again. You frown down at his caller ID, confused - you were on your way, why is he calling you back already? But before you answer that question, someone grabs your arm and tugs you away from the subway steps and into an alley instead. His grip is bruising, unbreakable, even as you scream and kick before he shoves a gun into your neck and you fall deathly silent.

“Scream and you’re dead,” the man says, hot on your ear. You can’t shudder away, his vice grip too tight and the cold steel on your jugular paralysing. You twist a bit to look behind you despite yourself, your stomach bottoming out at the familiar face which grins back at you. Baseball cap, brown hair, stubble - just like any other white guy. He sneers at you and says, “Not so clever now, huh?”

All you can hear, as your stalker marches you down the alley and into a waiting SUV with a gun to your back, is Bucky’s voice yelling this isn’t something you fuck around with. You’d let him say ‘I told you’ so a thousand times if it meant you got out of this alive. Hopefully, the phone tucked into your back pocket will be enough to save you. You hope Bucky is listening, the call you just managed to answer still catching the grunted conversation your kidnappers are having. You’ve never needed someone before, but god, do you hope Bucky’s got you now.  

Part 6