#it was like 6 open ended questions worry 6 points each

[bread-of-death]

Test went okay-ish. Coulda been (a lot) better coulda done a lot worse

The irony of me having a test in chemistry on Valentine’s Day

[phantomspiderr]

Always

Pairing: Marc Spector x gn!reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings/tags: fluff, fluff, fluff, look i think Marc would be into Formula 1, is that just because I love F1... maybe?, sleepy!reader, soft!Marc🥰

a/n: 😬… I’m backkkkkkkk. Not that I think anyone noticed I was gone but I started anxiety meds and they've taken some getting used to. But I opened up my drafts the other day and found this and finished it, so essentially I started making it, had a breakdown... bon appetite?

(not my gif)

The other side of the bed’s cold, your hand swipes across the empty space in search of the warmth that is normally there. Your sleep-addled mind pauses to think—had your boyfriend even come to bed? What time was it? Is that noise in your head? Slowly, you pull yourself up from the warm cocoon of the duvet and your hands rub at your face in an attempt to erase the sleep that still clings to you. Blinking a few times you try to adjust your eyes to being open again as your hands fall into your lap. You can just make out some light in between the gaps in the bookshelf that separates the bed from the rest of the room. Your tired eyes look to his side of the bed again, still empty and the alarm clock shines the time a little too brightly, 6:22am. Reluctantly you move your stiff legs, pushing the warm duvet off of them and whining a little as the cold air in the flat hits them. You pull yourself out of the bed, immediately grabbing the blanket from the end of the mattress to wrap around yourself. The noise you’d heard becomes clearer now, it sounds like someone talking but it’s fast and all mushes together in your head. You take steps toward it, rounding the bookshelf to find exactly what you were missing.

“Hey,” Marc’s voice comes out in a whisper and he sits up the second his eyes clock you, his hand reaching for the tv remote immediately. The volume goes down with each push of the button, “I’m sorry, did I wake you?” You keep taking slow steps towards him, passing in front of the tv and going around the coffee table until you reach the couch.

“Are you okay?” You completely disregard his question in favour of asking your own as you sit next to him, he nods whispering out a yeah and so you move your body to lay down, placing your head in his lap.

“I woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep,” you look up at him as he speaks. One of his hands comes to rest on top of your head, “plus there’s a race on.” He looks back to the tv and you follow his gaze, twisting until you lie completely on your side.

“What’s a red flag?” Your head turns so you can look at him again briefly, a little smile graces his face and then you go back to staring at the screen, trying to understand why in the middle of a race none of the cars are moving.

“One of the drivers went into the barrier and they have to stop the race to clean it up before they continue. It just means it’s not safe for anyone to be on the track,” Marc explains it so gently, no annoyance or condescension crosses his tone for your lack of knowing.

“Are they okay?” There’s a slight hint of worry and you almost sound like a scared child.

“Yeah sweetheart, look, that's Albon there.” He points towards the screen and you watch as it briefly shows a young-looking guy speaking with someone else, “it was his car that hit the barrier but he got out of it straight away.”

For a minute it’s quiet, you both just watch the screen as it shows different people. Marc had turned the volume up a bit and you could make out what the commentators were saying now they’d slowed down their talking. Without any prompting, Marc starts to quietly tell you who everyone is every time the picture changes to someone new. He shares little pieces of knowledge with every name and you find listening to him soothing. You knew he sometimes watched these races but you’d never really taken the time to sit down and watch one with him. You’re starting to regret never doing it before, you’d been missing out on this beautiful opportunity to get to know his interests better.

Ultimately, though that tiredness still clings to your mind and the way his voice is quietly lulling you makes you think of the times when Steven reads you to sleep. Just as the race starts up again, your eyes begin to feel heavy, the blinks start getting slower and longer. You’re unsure if Marc’s noticed because he keeps calmly explaining what’s happening as it happens. His fingers had absentmindedly started rubbing circles into your scalp which was not helping the way you were quickly slipping back into your sleeping state. The tv eventually disappears, and your eyes are finally sealed shut again but some conscious part of your brain can still make out the race commentary in the background alongside Marc’s soothing voice.

The next thing you know it’s daylight, the sun shines brightly through the uncovered windows. It hurts your eyes when they open and instinctively you turn your body away from it, glad when you’re met with darkness. You comfortably bury your face into the warmth of Marc’s stomach while trying your best to stretch your stiff limbs without really putting much effort into it. You take in a deep breath before just relaxing for a moment. Your mind slowly wakes as you lay there, coherent thoughts begin to form and you start to feel more awake with each passing second. You could’ve sworn you’d only been asleep for a few minutes. The tv is still making quiet noise in the background and you can feel Marc taking slow deep breaths.

Once your brain has managed to come back to some semblance of consciousness, you slowly pull yourself to sit up on the couch. The sight you’re met with makes your heart melt it doesn’t matter how many times you wake up next to him, each time feels like the first. He looks so peaceful, his head propped on his fist that leans on the arm of the couch. Eyes closed, hair sticking around every which way and lips slightly parted. You admire him for a minute before you think about how much his neck is going to hurt after sleeping in this position. As slowly as you can you twist yourself around again and stand, taking a second for your brain to catch up with your body’s movements. Then gently you tuck your hands under his knees, pulling on the deadweight and turning them to rest on the couch. All the movement rouses Marc from his sleep, the top half of his body reluctantly following the bottom with a grumble.

“It’s okay, go back to sleep.” Quietly you shush him as he continues to wiggle around until he’s settled down on the couch where you were just laying. The crease in his eyebrow slowly relaxes as your fingers comb through his hair, you’re crouched next to him trying to push him back into his little slumber. A long sigh comes from deep within his chest and you just know he’s back in dreamland. With a gentle kiss to his temple, you stand again, grabbing the blanket that had fallen to the floor at some point and draping it over his body. Satisfied with how much more comfortable he looks now you go to pull yourself away to shower and maybe start on breakfast—or maybe brunch at this point, but a hand grazes your leg.

“Stay,” the mumble of a plea falls past his lips as his hand blindly searches for yours. Without a second thought, you give in, encouraging him to lift his head so you can slip back onto the couch. Thoughts of how good a shower would be right now or of what to cook to rid the rumble in your stomach disappear completely. Now you sit with Marc’s head in your lap, mirroring the exact position you’d both been in just moments prior. You take a long moment to just watch him, the way he nuzzles his head into your thighs and how relaxed he looks for a change. Then you’re thinking about how happy he makes you. How lucky you feel to be a part of this moment and how you only ever want to be right here with him, always.

[jjungkookislife]

Shadow [Ch. 6]

pairing: villain!jungkook x side kick!reader

genre: villain au, fluff, crack, 18+

summary: You think about your life after crime and say goodbye to your penguin pals for now.

wc: 1.5k

warnings: mention of mental health (allusions to depression), mention of death, cum shot mention, shared shower, stolen car, stolen jet, car gets set on fire, taking control of someone else's body, melatonin used to put someone to sleep

date: June 2, 2024

A smile appears when you hear Jungkook’s soft snores, thankful he's sleeping peacefully. You often worry being a villain might put a strain on him and his mental health and he’s not quick to admit he’s struggling. You know most of his plans fail, but some have been successful and those few keep you motivated to do better and be better. You love Jungkook and you love the life the two of you have built together and while he’s been dreaming of taking over the world, you’ve been saving and working towards your future and your life after crime.

You dream of a remote island, surrounded by nothing but the ocean as far as the eye can see— a safe place to build a home, and a family, and eventually have little villains running around with Jungkook’s bright doe eyes. The thought has your smile growing bright, your hand resting on Jungkook’s back, softly rubbing circles into his skin.

You love him so much. You can’t imagine what your life without him would be like and you know this life can be dangerous. You want him to achieve all his dreams before asking him to settle down. A jet here, a robbery there, a plot to take over the world, steal some jewels, it all fades to nothing because you’d go to the end of the world just to see him smile, and just thinking of losing him makes your heart sink.

Everything had to be perfect tomorrow.

You couldn’t afford anything but perfection.

A soft knock startles you, making you turn your head toward the door as you grip the sheets to your bare chest. P pops his head in, squawking a few times to alert you of someone at the door. You nod, sending him off as you climb out of bed and pull Jungkook’s shirt over your head before grabbing a pair of leggings as you quietly tiptoe out of the room until Jungkook’s snoring is too far to hear.

“Hello?” A voice comes over the speaker as you lean into Penguin Pal, who’s pointing at the screen. “I’m here for some penguins?”

“Come in!” you call, hitting the button to open the door and the man drives in. He’s got a frazzled look in his eyes but does so. After all, he wasn’t one to question anybody; that made him perfect for the job.

You call your penguin minions, helping the man line them up and place a name tag on them. They all know they’ll return to Antarctica, where you will meet them shortly after you’ve procured the jet.

“My babies,” you pout, kissing each of them before they get in their little cages. They squawk their goodbyes and P clings to you.

“My sweet boy,” you coo as you drop to your knees to be at eye level. His flippers move at his side, your eyes pooling with tears that you blink back when you sniffle. “I’ll see you in just a few days. I promise. Nothing will keep me from you, P.”

Your words seem to comfort Penguin Pal. He nods, waiting for one last hug while the delivery man stares blankly. This is definitely not the weirdest pickup he’s done, but this is why he makes the big bucks.

Once everyone is settled, and your card is approved, the delivery man is gone with your minions and you’re left with a pout on your lips. You’d love to mope around the rest of the day but your body is sore from last night and you desperately needed a shower after the final round when Jungkook finished on your chest. Hot in the moment, but sticky right after.

When you’re in the shower, rinsing your hair, you hear the shower curtain get pushed to the side. Jungkook’s careful as he steps into the shower to join you, his sleepy voice murmuring how he missed you.

“Sorry, baby. I had to see the penguins off,” you inform him as his arms wrap around you and his head rests on your shoulder, not caring that the shower head is pelting him.

“I didn’t get to say bye,” he pouts. You smile, “You’ll see them soon enough.”

“You’re right,” Jungkook sighs. “Maybe they’ll like me by then.”

“We can hope,” you tease as you turn to kiss him, your hands resting on his shoulders.

After your shower, you have a quick breakfast before changing into your sidekick outfit. Jungkook’s busy getting dressed, going over the plans one last time.

Nerves threaten to eat him alive, but he’s done things like this for as long as he can remember. He hopes this will be successful. He’d like it to be his last heist.

“Do we have everything?” You ask as you zip up your backpack. You’ve taken the liberty of stealing a car to buy you some time while you steal the jet. You couldn’t exactly drive your car to a heist.

“I think so,” Jungkook looks into the trunk, checking each bag with the lists you’ve handed him. He grabs an extra bag of snacks just in case and then opens the door to the passenger side for you.

Jungkook gets into the driver’s side as you set up the GPS. He looks it over, mumbling to himself before he nods and starts the car.

The drive is long. Jungkook sings along to his Villain playlist, smiling when you join in here and there. He holds his hand in yours as he drives down the highway.

Hours fly by and you lose yourself in your thoughts. Stealing a jet is no big deal, but having to steal the gem makes you sweat. You have a vague idea of its location, but getting there on foot would be tedious.

You’re consumed by your thoughts when you arrive at a private airport. You had Omen scope it out beforehand, and now you were abandoning the stolen car after changing into your flight attendant uniform.

Jungkook was disguised as a pilot. It took all your willpower not to jump him right then and there with how ridiculously hot he looked! You would make sure he didn’t ruin the outfit before you got a chance to fuck him in it.

Jungkook is oblivious to your naughty thoughts as he grabs the bags you’ll need before using a gloved hand to wipe your prints and his from everything you’ve touched. You begin walking away from the car, with Jungkook checking you’re at a safe distance before he takes a new lighter out of the plastic wrap to toss into the car’s driver’s seat.

With a quick jog, Jungkook is at your side as the car takes moments to explode, creating a loud bang! And a huge cloud of smoke.

The two of you stick around long enough to make sure the front seats are destroyed as sirens fill the air and the two of you run in the opposite direction.

The night sky cooperates for once, cloudy and dark to hide the both of you in shadows. The airport isn’t too far from the blown-up car, but far enough to make it as unsuspicious as possible. You hope the explosion will keep people occupied long enough to steal the jet Omen had scoped out for you.

A chill passes through you as you press your back against a wall, slowly sticking your head out to peek into the hangar. The jet sits in its spot, but it seems a pilot is sitting in the cockpit.

“Fuck,” you curse. “There’s someone inside. There’s no telling if there’s a crew as well.”

Jungkook curses, looking over his shoulder before dropping the bags at his side. “We’ll just have to play it off until you can take his shadow. We can drop him somewhere and take the jet.”

You nod in agreement, fixing your uniform before plastering a flirtatious smile. You confidently stalk toward the plane, swaying your hips as you go.

Jungkook can barely contain himself from drooling.

“Hello,” you call as you step into the jet. The seats are empty, and no response comes from your greeting. You quickly melt into your shadows, using the seats to get from one side of the plane to the other.

“Just the pilot,” you whisper into your earpiece.

Jungkook grabs the bags and heads to the jet as you open the cockpit, surprising the pilot doing his preflight checks.

“What are you doing here!” The pilot exclaims. “We’re not leaving for an hour at least.”

You smirk. “Change of plans.”

The pilot’s brow furrows in confusion as you melt into a shadow, taking over his and gaining control of his body.

This was almost too easy.

“Jungkook!” you sing as you rise in your new body.

“That’s my girl,” Jungkook praises you as you walk past him and off the jet. You look for a quiet spot to take the pilot to before scarfing down a handful of melatonin gummies.

“That should keep you occupied while I take the jet for a ride,” you cackle as drowsiness overcomes your new body and once you’re on the brink of sleep, you slip out of the pilot’s body and back to your own.

Stretching, you stifle a yawn as you hurry back to the jet.

Jungkook has already finished performing preflight checks and is waiting for you to take your seat once you shut the doors.

A few minutes later, you are in the clouds, heading to your destination.

This truly couldn’t have gone any smoother.

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[venerawrites]

Can I request Gaara with a single mom SO?

author's note: oh, that is such an interesting request! I did delay it a bit, since I was wondering if I should try to come up with a short imagine or headcanons, but eventually I decided on the later. Hope you enjoy and thank you so much for your request!

Having a child is not something that will automatically stop Gaara from pursuing someone he is interested in, but is definitely something that may make him think twice.

Not because he doesn't like children or anything, but because he knows that the Council and the the majority of the Suna's citizens (who are very conservative, by the way) may give his s/o a hard time, especially in the beginning.

Having that in mind, I imagine that some type of a flirty relationship has formed between him and his s/o, before she opens up to him and tells him she has a son from a previous relationship.

The man would be a bit surprised by the news, but will keep his composure well. When his s/o explained she felt like she needed some time to fully trust him, before she opened to him completely, he showed a lot of understanding and fully supported her reasoning.

I imagine both would decide to see each other for a couple months more, before a meeting between Gaara and her child take place. None of them wanted such a serious step to be taken, before they were both completely confident in their relationship.

During this time he would prepare his beloved for the potential backlash and negative reaction from the Council, but he would assure her that no matter what, nothing can influence his love for her. After all, there would always be people who won't like or agree with his choice.

Around 6-7 months into casually dating, his s/o would finally invite Gaara over her house for a dinner, so she can finally introduce him to her son.

The red haired shinobi rarely felt nervous or scared - he has been leading a country since he was teenager and had participated in numerous battles, including the war - but that day he felt like his whole stomach was stuck up his throat.

His lover had warned him that her child, which was only 6 years old, was very overprotective and jealous when it comes to his mother. While she assured him that he just needed to be patient with him, that didn't ease the man's fears and worries.

What if he hated him? Does this mean end of the relationship? Would he ever accept him? Like him? Approve of him?

That evening, while he was shifting nervously from foot to foot, waiting for his s/o to open the door, he kept rehearsing in his mind all the answers for potential questions his s/o's son may ask him. Earlier on he had practiced any type of conversation imaginable, so he was sure at this point the risk of his messing up was minimal...

or at least, that was what he though till the door opened and he was greeted by his lover's son, who looked at him unimpressed. Gaara muttered an awkward greeting, shoving the bar of chocolate he had brought for him in his face.

The first hour or so would be probably be full either with weird silence, during which both Gaara and his s/o would exchange glances, while the boy would stare at the red haired man; or filled with numerous questions from the child about the Kazekage's intentions with his mom etc.

Either way, by the end of the evening the sand shinobi would totally won his s/o's son's heart, and he will be undoubtedly his biggest fan at this point. His questions would shift from interrogation about their relationship to encouragement for Gaara to share more stories about his teenage years, the war and his friends in Konoha.

Much to his s/o surprise, they would click very quickly and soon they would be so engrossed in their own conversation, while she would be left drumming her fingers on the table with a bored expression.

The boy would be very impressed with Gaara, especially if he is also dreaming to be a shinobi one day. He would always ask him to tell him different stories/provide him with tips, and maybe after a year or so, even ask him to train him.

It probably would take a while (a year or two), since he would be scared from pressuring his s/o or her child, but eventually he would become a full-time father figure and would consider her son as his own child.

One bad word or a comment made from anyone is enough to annoy him enough to threaten the person to keep their tongue behind their teeth. It would especially annoy him if someone refer to his child as his "step son" - that is his son. Period.

cc artwork: Denis Istomin

[mylovehalfway]

I Hear the Sunspot episode 6 thoughts/analysis

(Spoilers ahead!)

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Can we talk about Taichi’s pure joy and excitement when he found out Kohei was joining them on the camping trip? After all this time of slowly getting him to open up, this must’ve felt like such a huge accomplishment. He also got to spend more time with him after their makeup. Win-win!

I like how every time one of them experiences jealousy, they can never recognize it. They’re both very possessive of each other and have no clue, which can be hilarious but also a bit stressful to watch play out.

Yet again, Kohei admitted his true feelings to Taichi, and he failed to pick up on the hints. Despite this, I still feel like throughout this episode, Taichi starts to reciprocate said feelings but can't identify them yet.

The entire fishing sequence was so cute. After Taichi worried and even apologized to Kohei because he thought he wasn't enjoying himself, Kohei admitted the only reason he was acting cold was that he was afraid of letting his guard down. This is small yet meaningful because, as we've seen, this is a vulnerable topic for him. Yet here he is, admitting it all to Taichi, who even encouraged him to show his real personality more.

Speaking of cute scenes, this one right here has my whole heart. Kohei taking what he learned, teaching Taichi how to sign his name, and also his favorite food was adorable. Their dynamic is so precious.

This might be the boldest move we've seen yet from Kohei as far as him being raw with how he feels. Between this and forcing himself to avert his gaze while Taichi was stuck signing his name, there's no denying he's down horrendously.

Once again, miscommunication causes tension between the two. Both are experiencing newfound feelings, and neither knows how to tell the other. Taichi’s inner dialogue made this clear when he questioned himself. He realized he may not have entirely disliked Kohei’s advances. This is what I meant earlier when I said he's slowly making sense of things.

On a lighter note, Taichi is taking being a note-taker more seriously and is even taking proper classes for it. He's trying his hardest to get better, and you can tell how much Kohei appreciates it.

To add to the last point, Taichi has also made an effort to translate jokes made by their professor so Kohei won’t feel left out. When you compare this to earlier episodes where Kohei struggled with understanding the jokes while everyone else laughed, you can see how much Taichi has positively impacted his life.

Now, about next week's preview: Kohei and Maya seem to be getting closer. This affects Taichi a lot, and he starts to question if Kohei does need him. Their friendship may be what it takes for Taichi to end the disarray that is his mind and feelings.

I enjoyed this episode and the moments that came from it. The next episode seems to be a bit heavier, so I’m glad that we got this to balance it out.

[answer2jeff]

narrow thoughts // carmen berzatto

part one: sprite

finally done with part 1! somewhat happy ending in part 2 btw, since i don't totally hate you guys or want you to suffer for once

synopsis: you and carmen were good friends turned strangers — the trauma bond from Noma still keeping you closer. you've noticed Carmen's hard work, and you worry terribly for him and his wellbeing. keeping quiet has never been so hard; being "friends" has never been so hard.

pairings: platonic!richie x reader – romantic!carmy x reader

english isn't my first language — expect some mistakes. feedback is always appreciated.

WARNINGS: friends - strangers - lovers, angst, fluff, NOT an established relationship, pre-existing history, ZERO use of y/n, reader is implied female, mention of the nickname "Pico," short for "Piccola" ; small (young), or even baby, in italian.

wc: 2.1k

You twisted the silver key at an angle, locking the glass door shut — the 'CLOSED' sign taunting you. You and your pre-existing staff expected to open in just 6 weeks, and you still felt like so much time lingered. The emptiness of the sidewalk made your stomach drop to your feet, the same way it did every night. You waited so impatiently for the opening day of your coffee shop to inch closer and closer; but you were uncertain, unsettled, and lacking confidence in your craft. Was simplicity really the answer? Should you have just stayed in New York? Were you just another, "Eleven Madison Park Dickhead?" Did you even want answers to these looming questions? No. No you didn't — not yet. All you wanted that night was a glass of homemade sprite, and maybe a real conversation with an old friend.

Maybe he'd know what to say, if anything at all.

So, you walked. And you walked, and you walked, and you kept walking — your dark blue crewneck sweater that went just past the belt line of your baggy jeans, a pair of pantyhose, white socks, and Doc Martens keeping you clothed in the Chicago cold. Your bracelets clanged against each other, harmonizing with the sound of the keychains jingling against your purse, clutched close to your sides. You finally reached the The Beef, the florescent glow casting a blueish green shine against your face. Another 'CLOSED' sign pointed a childish finger at you.

"Richieeee!" You wined, gently knocking on the glass window to grasp his attention — his back turned to you as he was telling Tina and Marcus yet another story about Carmen's childhood. You almost regretted being nice to him, but it gave you leeway; visiting after hours, special treatment, and even the nickname 'Pico' was coined after you.

"Richie, I know you can hear me!"

"Yeah, and he goes—" Richie reluctantly paused, hearing a familiar voice from behind the glass. His hands, frozen in the air, fell to his sides as he dramatically walked over to the door. "Shit, hold on. Pico's here." He groaned, slowly unlocking and cracking the door open, moving out of your way to let you in.

"Thanks." You breathed, crossing your arms as you took a step into the restaurant — immediately met with smiles and good night's from Marcus and Tina. Your eyes darted around the cramped space of the counter, not quite being able to see into the kitchen as you stepped closer to take a seat in a red barstool.

"What're you doin' here? You alright, sweetheart?" Richie asked, his tone only slightly annoyed from the interruption of his attempt to humiliate Carmen. He waltzed behind the counter, supporting his weight by pressing his palms against the metal as he stood across from you. He furrowed his eyebrows, wondering — completely disregarding Tina and Marcus clocking out and leaving for the night.

"Yeah, just uh — my stomach hurts. Like, bad." You sighed, sticking your elbows up onto the counter and resting your face in your hands, the stool next to you occupied by your purse. Richie only nodded his head, noticing your mouth slightly gaped open like you had more to say. Even if he was a childish asshole, he wasn't evil. He'd never interrupt someone who was clearly in need.

"And–and i'm just... payin' a visit, I guess." You tried justifying your reasoning for coming all this way. It was 9:47, and you hardly ever came around this late. Typically, you'd lock up by 9:15, come over and stick around till 9:30, and be home by 10:45. You must've needed something, he thought, but he chose not to pester you tonight.

Please don't ask.

"Alright.. Yeah, 'ya look a little green. You wanna sprite?" Richie gently placed the back of his hand against your forehead, just reassuring you didn't have a fever. You nodded your head in approval. He walked into the kitchen, shouting "COUSIN! Pico wants a sprite! Make it for 'er, will 'ya?"

Carmen shut his locker as he nodded his head to Richie, mumbling, "be right there." He bit the inside of his cheek, his lips curling into a smile when he saw you through the tiny peak between the counter and the kitchen that you were too far from to experience. Admittedly, Carmen liked seeing you come in — bringing coffee for everyone in the mornings, and wishing everyone goodnight in the evenings. It gave him something to look foreword to. He liked the consistency; and hell, he fucking loved the blonde espresso macchiato you conjured up for him, the foam just a tad bit flat from having to travel on foot from the cafe to the restaurant with it.

You scrolled on your Instagram timeline as you heard Carmen mumbling to himself as he made your sprite, noting the clinking of ice against a glass cup and the crisp sound of the homemade soda pouring in. You gave Richie an air-kiss on the cheek goodbye as he walked out of The Beef, his lanky frame covered by his leather jacket. You smiled again at the sight of Carmen politely delivering your drink, putting your phone away in the pocket of your jeans.

"Why thank you!" You cooed, looking into his big, blue eyes that didn't really know what to focus on. You took in every feature: his curly dirty-blonde locks in need of trimming, his big and arched nose, the round shape of his chin. You were staring, your stare never leaving his figure as he set the glass down on the counter, and he couldn't help but smile back.

He was perfect — it was almost scary.

"Pleasure." Carmen chuckled, placing a warm hand on the back of his neck as he thought of what else to say. He couldn't remember the last time you two were alone. The closest thing was him coming over to your apartment in broad daylight to help you get rid of the green, god awful futon in your living room that was covered in weird stains.

"You've got a weird definition of pleasure." You sighed, raising your glass to your lips and feeling the sprite ease your stomach. Your eyes rolled when you heard his obnoxiously attractive laugh; breathy and nervous.

"Yeah, yeah. I know." Carmen nodded his head, essentially saying "you're right, but respectfully — fuck off" without actually saying it. He picked his head up, watching your throat contract with each sip — the neon lights all around the restaurant displaying a purple glow against your skin. It was childish, but knowing he could make your night just a little bit better with a glass of sprite made him proud of himself.

"You feelin' alright? As best as you can, I mean." You set your glass down, resting your face in your palms as you blinked at Carmen, your eyebrows knitted in concern. You worried for him, no matter how much your brain reassured you that they grey crescents under his eyes were none of your concern. It was normal to never get more than 5 or 6 hours of sleep every night as an overworked 34 year old, right? It's a Carmy problem, right?

No. Fuck no.

"Uh... yeah, I—" Carmen's hands gripped tightly against the cold, metal counter, his foot tapping against the tile floor. He bit the inside of his cheek, diverting his gaze away from you and back towards the walkway into the kitchen. He was lying, and you knew it. He felt his chest heave at the question as he forced himself to look at you again; your face still expressing a sense of panic for him.

"You..?" You finished his empty sentence for him, getting a little impatient. Your manicured nails clicked against the counter, waiting for him to tell at least some fragments of the truth.

"No, not alright. Not really. I, um—" He paused again, his eyes finally locking with yours, completely unable to pull away now. You looked beautiful to him — elegant, even. With your hair messier than the way you styled it this morning, with your chipped and grown out manicure, and especially with your lack of knowledge that Carmen was analyzing every inch of you. He felt guilty for looking - more than he usually did.

"I've been having those weird fuckin' dreams again. A-and these panic attacks, I think?" Carmens voice went softer, a whine of fear in his speech; he finally let his guard down just a bit. It was like just looking at you calmed him down enough so he could choke out another sentence.

"Shit. Still?" You asked, your nails pausing their annoying clack and tap so you could focus all of your attention onto Carmen. You remembered Natalie mentioning Carmen's recent manifestations of his stress, often asking if you'd just check up on him every once in a while, just in case she couldn't reach him.

"Yeah." Carmen replied, his voice airy and unsupported. His eyes were blue and desperate, and fixated on every part of your face. It made his thoughts narrow down to you; your weird sense of humor, your artful hands that illustrated your frustration when you complained about your day, even the perfume you wore every day that lingered around the jacket you left at his apartment (which he still hasn't given back to you.) Why would he? How could Carmen not keep a piece of you in his home?

You finally caught Carmen's gaze as you grazed the condensation on your glass of sprite — and you could see it in his face; the exhaustion, the anxiety, the need for stability in his eyes. You saw what this place did to him; what fixing this hellhole turned him into for a second time. It felt silly, controlling, nagging even, for you to assume that Carmen couldn't handle himself. But maybe that wasn't too unfair of an assumption; even if Sydney tried to condition you to believe that not every Carmy problem had to be a you problem.

"Jesus. I'm sorry." You clenched your teeth as you thought about his nausea spells he'd get every morning, remembering the dozens of empty bottles of pepto bismol littered around the kitchen counter of his apartment in New York. It was like you could still feel the sting of stomach acid your throat when you ended up puking every night after dinner rush; your digestive system completely empty from the lack of time you even had to keep your body intact. And yet, it was fucking everything. Your calloused fingers from the knives and the rasp in your throat from crying felt like a trophy; a mark on your person that forever reminded you of how great you once were.

What were you even doing here? Opening another thrift shop? But this time, it had a built in cafe; a cafe you dreamed of serving the best coffee in Chicago? Wow! What an original, realistic and inspiring concept. Like Richie warned the two of you: neither of you had any idea what you were doing back in Chicago.

Is it too late for me to understand you?

"Is this even.. I don't know — fun, for you anymore? Was it ever?" You croaked, tracing the tip of your middle finger along the rim of the glass — watching the little bubbles in the drink rise and pop. The question almost struck a nerve in Carmen, it forced him to think; really think.

"I mean... 'fun' isn't the word I'd use." He shrugged his shoulders, his face contorting into that typical confused look he always gave you. It made your heart ache.

"I don't like what it does to you."

"I'm– I'm trying to... to do somethin' here, Pico." His eyebrows knitted as his hands gripped just a little tighter against the counter.

"I know, Carmy. A-and you're doing great I just– I miss you." You barely whispered, crossing your arms almost trying to defend yourself as Carmen's face softened. His stomach dropped to his feet, his adams apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.

You two hadn't had a real conversation since the night you decided to quit, leaving Carmen to chase his success and even become Food & Wine's best chef without you. You hadn't cried in front of him since the day after Mikey's funeral: which neither of you could bring yourself to attend to. You'd been back home much longer than Carmen had; him coming home was so bittersweet. You needed him here. You needed him in the warm glow of your apartment, on your vintage couch as you shared the leftover pasta carbonara you made the night before. You forgot what his arms felt like around you, trying so hard to remember as you glanced at his tattoos.

"I miss you too."

TO BE CONTINUED BITCHESSSSSS!!!!!!

[thewidowsledger]

Secrets Behind Our Dreams

Chapter 6: Sweet Dreams | 3.9k

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Summary: You are a club dancer; a stripper. Natasha is a respected notorious mob boss. What would happen if your paths happened to cross one night? The only thing you knew about each other was your dreams, and neither of you knew what the other was.

Pairing: Mob Boss Natasha Romanoff x Stripper Female Reader

Tags | Warnings: None (Warnings or none, minors do not interact; this is an 18+ series fiction)

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"Can I get a private show?"

You're internally shaking, switching your glance over the unconscious body lying on the floor and Natasha. You didn't even notice the wad of cash she flashed on you.

"Y-yeah, well…w-well, I-uhh…" you want to call a bouncer but where are they when you need them most?! Why is this place lacking bouncers tonight? Other nights when you work aren't like this. Is this club facing bankruptcy or something? You glanced at Natasha and she just gave you a playful smirk with a hint of a concerned look.

You know your place, you keep reminding yourself.

"Y/N, know your place. Got that?" Penelope's threat keeps echoing in your head.

You have no choice now, but you are quick to make a plan.

"This way."

You walked your way out of the balcony. At this point you were praying internally that no one would notice you with this woman behind your back, especially Penelope.

You nervously led Natasha to the bar, she noticed how you asked the bartender where the private rooms are. It was because you had never been to that place.

"Damn, you do private shows now I see." Sam smirked as he glanced over at Natasha, his eyes suddenly traveled in her bloody hands. "Oh shit," He looked at you with worried eyes and you just gave him an 'I know right' look, you were a little shaken and he could clearly see it, he slowly placed his hands over the counter top of the bar, "You okay? Do you want me to—"

"No, Sam. I'm fine, " you reached his hands and he pointed you to the halls where the private rooms are. "Thanks, Sammy."

As you walked through the hall, your heart started to pound heavily, wishing she didn't hear any of it. You chose the room in the end of the hall and opened the thick curtains for Natasha to get inside.

"Here, I-uhh…I'm going to go to Penelope so—"

"Penelope?" Natasha didn't let you finish.

"Yeah, I-I uhh, well she told me that she's booked tonight and…I saw her earlier…with you so—"

"I don't want her." Natasha once again didn't let you finish. She threw herself at the sofa.

This was the first time you heard someone say that they don't like Penelope. In a soft whisper to yourself, you mused, "Everybody wants Penelope…"

"Well, I don't." Natasha interrupted your thoughts this time.

You were shocked at her reply and her tone when she said it was a plain reply but heavy, you didn't even realize that she heard you talk to yourself. To hide your embarrassment you crossed your arms, hoping you looked intimidating, "Why'd you book her then?"

"I didn't. My friend did, he booked her for me." Natasha chuckled at your question and at your sudden change of behavior.

"Well, why didn't you—"

"Because…" Natasha leaned her back against the sofa properly, "I don't like her. I did consider my friends' offer. But I said that if I like her, then I will have her, but I didn't so…I promise, I don't like her."

Well, she didn't let you finish again, for the third time.

"I didn't ask you if you like her…" You frowned, muttering to yourself. She just chuckled at you.

You watched her figure sitting comfortably in the leather sofa, her legs wide open, her right arm straightened at the top as her bloody and bruised fingertips tapped the sofa. You gulped nervously at the sight of her, your face heating up like a burning kettle.

You're fucked up, you don't do private shows. You haven't even experienced getting to anyone's lap. Not ever. You didn't sign up to any of this. The plan was, once you get her here, you go get Penelope after so they could have…their planned shit. Although you hated the idea of it.

But right now the only thing you know is…you are fucking screwed.

You know your place, now you're lost.

You stood straight in front of her, you have no choice now. You waited for her signal for you to start.

"Well, why don't you sit because you've been standing there for what seems like hours." She glanced up at you.

"Sit?" You asked her dumbly, "You don't want me to…" You immediately brushed off the thoughts you were thinking earlier as you sat across her, "Of course thank you."

At least she won't let you do a lap dance for her…or maybe she wanted more than that? Fuck.

"Got a name?" She asked, breaking the silence between the two of you.

Your eyes were glued to her bruised and bloody hands. A deep sense of concern welling up inside you. You noticed how veiny her hands were, your eyes trailed up to her broad shoulders, up to her jaw until you met her eyes. You almost swallowed your tongue, "I uhh, It's Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N."

Natasha chuckled when she noticed that you just checked her out, "Hm, Y/N Y/L/N..." she repeated in sa soft tone.

"Can you wait here?" You quickly asked.

"What? Why?" Now she was alarmed at your question as if she doesn't want you to go anywhere.

"I'm going to get my bag, so I can..." You hesitantly pointed her hand but your voice laced with sincerity.

"Oh, this is nothing. I've had the wor—I mean no need, I can handle this. I'm fi—"

"Please, my conscience won't let me sleep." You're the one who didn't let her finish this time. You reminded her of the same words she said the night the two of you met. When she asked to walk you home because her conscience won't let her sleep if she didn't. "I promise, I'll come back."

Natasha glanced away at you, crossing her arms together, "Go…"

You felt a slight pain with her reply, "Don't squeeze your hand please." You told her and pointed at her right hand.

"Oh, I-okay," Natasha watched as you walked out to the room leaving her alone.

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As you entered the room, you found yourself alone. There are no other girls in here, you reminded yourself. You quickly untied the lace of your heels and kicked them away. You didn't have time to undress, so you just grabbed your jogging pants and quickly put them on. You were panicking and stumbling with every step as you circled the room.

As you made your way out you snatched the heels from the ground and stuffed it in your bag as you walked to the hallway. Your gaze fell upon the private exit, your initial instinct was to walk away. Your mind was debating for a second, you hated it. But your empathy outweighed your desire to leave. You gave her your word, you promised to come back.

The cold air of the club welcomed you as you entered, you groaned as you forgot where you placed your windbreaker jacket. Not wanting to throw any tantrum, you slightly ducked and tiptoed your way to the bar so no one would notice you.

"Damn, you look like shit!" Sam was startled by your presence.

"I know," You are wearing your dress earlier as your top, jogging pants, and your pink slides as your slippers. One strap of your backpack clinging on your right shoulder. You really do look like shit right now. "Give me a shot of Lemon-drop please."

Sam playfully raised an eyebrow, teasing you about your preference, "Still a baby I see," he jested, knowing it was not the strongest or most potent of alcohol, "Give me a sec baby girl. And by the way how's the show going?"

"Eww Sam! Shut it, I already gave you a sec, give me my shot!" You rolled your eyes on him. "And there is no show, okay." You muttered to yourself with a childish-like tone.

"Lemon-drop for the baby girl." Sam handed you your drink with a wink.

You raised your glass in a mock defiance, joining in the banter. "Cheers to keeping it light for the baby girl!"

"Speaking of keeping it light, what happened earlier wasn't light," Sam suddenly gave you a warning at the same time concerned look, "There were a couple of scary gals that went over the balcony, they exited with a mushed-bloody-faced guy. You take care, Y/N. And the lady you're with."

The heat in your throat caused by your drink was replaced with a sudden cold, "Yeah…thanks Sammy. Keep my drink on that woman's tab. Her name is Natasha."

"Okay baby girl!" Sam shouted, laughing as he watched you rush over the private rooms. You just gave him a finger while clutching your backpack.

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As you walk to the hall you couldn't help but think about what happened earlier, why would you need to take care of yourself? It's normal to have a fight in the club, for sure that guy would forget that it happened. You were blinded with that thought in your mind.

You opened the curtains you found Natasha sitting still on the sofa.

"I thought you ditched me," she said not looking at you as she picked the bruises in her knuckles.

"Don't do that!" You swat her hands away from her bruised knuckles as you rushed and knelt in front of her.

Feeling a sense of panic rising within you, you quickly grabbed your bag from behind, and frantically started rummaging through your stuff.

Your heart raced as you desperately searched for your pouch where you put some medical aids. With a flicker of desperation, you grasped the bottom of your bag firmly and turned it upside down. Your stuff spilled out onto the ground, scattering in disarray. Your make-up kit, loose change, the heels you wore earlier during the performance, rolled and clinked against each other, but your focus remained on finding your pouch.

"Sorry about that," you mumbled, cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Natasha just chuckled at the sight of you. And her focus suddenly turned on to something—a thing that was clattered in front of her.

Finally, amidst the chaos, your eyes landed on the small, fabric pouch you had been desperately searching for. You swiftly retrieved it from the mess and held it up triumphantly, almost like a child who had just found their lost toy.

Your frustration was evident as you grasped the pouch, only to find a lone bandaids staring back at you. You sighed in disappointment, realizing that it was not nearly enough to properly cover Natasha's bruised knuckles.

"Great, Y/N. Fucking great." You mumbled to yourself.

"I-uh, here. This is the only thing I have, give me your hand so I…" You extended your hand towards Natasha, silently requesting her injured hands.

Natasha gave you her bruised hands without a second.

You were slightly shaking when you held it. Her hands were slender and graceful, with long, tapered fingers that seemed to possess a natural elegance. The skin was smooth and flawless.

As you worked, you found yourself captivated by the feel of Natasha's hands, its warmth, strength and comfort beneath your own.

Know your effing place, Y/N...

You were lucky she didn't notice you almost squirming while tending her wounds and you also didn't notice that it was because Natasha was focusing on something else.

"Here, y'go. Done. I'm sorry that is the on—"

"Tell me more about it, " she suddenly asked, her eyes still focused on something beside you.

I swear to the love of Goddess of War if this woman interrupted me again, I'm going to kiss her. Wh—kiss?! Y/N…know your place for fucksake!

You immediately released your hold of her hand shaking away your thoughts messing in your mind. You turned your focus on your mess lying on the ground as you anxiously picked up your backpack and stuffed your things inside.

"What are you talking about?"

You didn't know that Natasha has been looking at your pointe shoe the whole time.

"Your dreams."

You gripped the shoe before stuffing it on your backpack, you were feeling embarrassed because of the stitches it had on it.

"That's just it..."

When you didn't get a reply from her you decided to take a slight glance on what she is doing, just a slight. As you looked up at Natasha, you saw a glimmer of amusement in her eyes. She was examining her hand.

She actually heard your response but she just didn't want you to feel like she's pushing you to tell her more about it.

Natasha's gaze focused on the bandaid, adorned with a playful teddy bear design, and she couldn't help but find it cute. Find you cute.

"I'm sorry about that, I bought that on sale…" you sheepishly apologized.

Unbeknownst to you, Natasha found your frustration endearing and your genuine desire to help comforting. In Natasha's mind, your actions and the way you reacted to the situation only added to her already growing fondness for you.

"Do you wanna get out of here?"

Natasha's unexpected invitation caught you off guard. You hesitated for a moment, your mind filled with caution and the awareness that Natasha was still a stranger to you. But something with her, sparked a sense of intrigue within you; plus you badly wanted to get out of this place.

After a brief moment of contemplation, you found herself nodding in agreement.

With a nod, you guided Natasha out through the halls of the private room. When you made it to the club you ducked in an instant as you passed the bar so no one would notice you sneaking around, you giggled when Natasha mirrored your action.

You led her towards a private entrance and exit door of the club, a gateway to escape the vibrant chaos and slip into the night undetected. The same door you didn't expect to exit with a patron from the club.

As you both stepped out into the cool night air, a sense of liberation washed over you.

Natasha glanced at you as you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. She was once again mesmerized by you.

"So, this is where you also enter the club?" She suddenly asked, trying to act normal after staring at you for too long.

"Yeah..." You responded not looking at her, your hands sliding in your pants pocket.

Her answers as to why she didn't find you going into the club a few weeks ago was now answered, but maybe if she considered Bucky's idea of entering the club she could've found you sooner.

You broke the silence slash awkwardness between you, "Well…I'll go now, thank you for…" You don't actually know why you're thanking her, "Everything?" You were embarrassed with your statement, your cheeks are now again burning hot.

"Wait, let me walk you home again. Please, a thank you for…" Natasha raised her right hand with your teddy bear bandaids around it, "This."

You found her cute when she did it, the contrast between her toughness and mysterious persona and the cuteness of the bandaid brought a smile to your face. You shook your head with a chuckle.

"I insist on walking you home. Please...my conscience won't le—"

"Let you sleep, yeah." You finished her statement with a slight smirk creeping in your lips.

You started walking ahead of her, but she didn't follow you as you didn't answer her asking your permission if she could walk you home again.

"Are you coming or what!" You shouted, turning at her.

You giggled when she started walking running towards you, when you saw her nearing you turned to start walking again.

You both walked together through the quiet streets, the cool night breeze gently brushing against your skin. There was a palpable sense of silence, an unspoken tension between you, mingled with a burgeoning comfort that eased the initial awkwardness. You both didn't feel the need to fill the silence with words, instead allowing your shared presence to speak volumes.

As you both walked through the chilly night, you couldn't help but shiver, your arms wrapping around yourself in an attempt to ward off the cold. You also tried not to make Natasha notice that you're cold.

But still Natasha noticed your discomfort and, without hesitation, she stopped her pace, and began unbuttoning her suit jacket.

"Oh, no, no, no…"

But she already removed it.

Your eyes widened when she closed the distance between you, you could literally feel her breath as she took your backpack. You immediately turned your head away when she started wrapping her suit around you.

"You look like you could use some extra warmth." She said tugging the suit properly on you.

"And you'll be the one getting cold now." You protested with a frown.

"I'll be fine. You need it more than I do." Natasha smiled gently as she took a step back, she clung one of the straps of your backpack to her shoulder.

You felt the jacket's warmth envelop you. The fabric carried the faint scent of Natasha's perfume, adding a touch of intimacy to the gesture.

"Thank you," you murmured, a soft smile gracing your lips.

Natasha simply nodded with a satisfied look, her own attire offering little protection from the cold. She shrugged off the concern, focusing instead on the way her suit suited you, enhancing your beauty. It was a small sacrifice for a fleeting moment of shared warmth.

As you both continued to walk, now wrapped again with a gentle silence, the exchange of warmth fostering a sense of closeness. You still feel some curiosity and mystery towards Natasha, but at the same time her presence makes you comfortable, at ease as if you knew her for a very long time.

"I uhh, I actually don't live on…wherever block I told you last time." You revealed, breaking the silence.

"And I think we just passed that block and we didn't even noticed," You turned to look back with a chuckle, an awkward one.

"Oh…" Natasha's expression remained unreadable, but her eyes showed a flicker of understanding at the same time embarrassment.

Another question was once again answered, but of course Natasha didn't want you to know that she had her men scattered on the block you said you live in or how she checked each studio in that area. You don't even know what she really is…

The truth could wait for now…

"Yeah, I actually live at 890 Fifth Ave." You said, not daring to look at her.

"Oh, so you need to get to the train? That's like three stations away from here right?" She asked, glancing at you.

"Yeah…" You nodded, looking at your feet as you walked. Guilt consuming you, "We're actually heading there now, just a few walks and we're at the station. But I can han—"

"Did you get home safe that night?" You shot your eyes towards her, you were stunned by her concern. You didn't even care that she stopped you once again from talking when you tried to say that you can walk yourself to the station. You expected her to be disappointed or cold but…she wasn't.

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't." You shrugged and smiled at her sheepishly.

It's just a simple thing. Everyone can lie about where they live, people even have fake names when they're out in public, and she was a stranger and still is a stranger but you felt guilty about it.

But… is she still a stranger? Was she ever a stranger to you?

The train station was nearing, Natasha's heart sank. The thought of never seeing you again weighed heavily on her mind, creating a sense of unease she couldn't ignore. Even though she already knows where you truly live, she felt a bittersweet pang of reluctance, not wanting to let go of the moment she had with you.

"If you…ever had any dreams or came up with any dreams. Would you mind…telling them to me?" Natasha couldn't help but suddenly ask. Wishing she didn't cross any lines.

You were taken aback by the question, "Why would I do that?" you gave her a mocking fake gasp and let out a faint laugh—almost an evil laugh catching Natasha off guard.

Natasha's brows furrowed, her mind trying to comprehend your response. She let out a nervous chuckle as she felt embarrassed, thinking she went too far.

But then, a mischievous glimmer danced in your eyes, "You have an obsession with my dreams, Natasha." You playfully teased her.

She shivered when her name came out of your mouth. She was stoned at the moment with her cheeks reddening, and her voice was dying inside her throat.

You noticed how nervous she'd gotten. And you were satisfied with how nervous you made her be, "I was just playing with you."

Natasha sighed as you revealed your playful intent. The tension that had momentarily built up dissipated, replaced by a lighthearted atmosphere between you. Natasha couldn't help but smile at the clever way you had deflected her question.

"But okay...I will." You smiled, glancing to take a good look at her, "I'd love that…"

The surprise on Natasha's face was unmistakable as she struggled to process the unexpected turn of events. She hadn't anticipated that you would agree to telling her your dreams so readily, particularly after your initial response. She couldn't help but beam with happiness as she took a glance at you.

"It's not like there are other people that wants to hear them, you know…" your voice almost cracked. You looked away, trying to blink the threats of the incoming tears in your eyes.

"I…I love hearing them." Natasha muttered, but you didn't hear it as the sound of the incoming train invaded your ears.

The train arrived in a soft hiss.

"Well, I guess this is my train." You faced her, "May I?" You pointed sheepishly at your bag.

"Oh, yeah. Here." Natasha quickly removed the strap of the bag out of her shoulder and handed the bag to you gently.

You were about to return the suit back to Natasha, but she immediately reached out and took hold of the suit, her hand grazing on yours in the process.

But instead of taking the suit back, Natasha's gaze locked with you. Without hesitating, she closed the distance between you, her movements swift yet gentle.

"Keep it," Natasha carefully tugged the suit properly on your shoulders, her touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary. Her hands moved with a tenderness, adjusting the fabric to ensure it sat comfortably on your frame. As she did, Natasha's fingertips slightly brushed against your exposed chest, sending a faint electric tingle through your own body. "It looks better on you anyway."

The station announcer's voice resonated through the bustling train station, signaling imminent departure and last call for the passengers. The countdown had begun, a few people around you hastened their steps, heading the call and making their way towards the train. The urgency filled the air, accompanied by the sound of footsteps.

Yet, you both remained rooted in place, face to face. Unwilling to part ways.

You instinctively took a step back, a slight shyness washed over you, causing you to avert Nastasha's gaze momentarily.

The open door of the train station seemed to beckon you, urging you to walk in.

You turned to walk through the door but a surge of emotion overwhelmed you. You closed your eyes in a moment while taking a deep breath, you gripped the strap of your backpack like your life depended on it.

Know your place, Y/N.

Know your place

Know your place

Know your place

Natasha's eyes widened in surprise, her heart skipping a beat when you rushed back at her and placed a swift yet tender kiss on her cheek.

"Bye, Natasha."

Secrets Behind Our Dreams: Masterlist

[goodgirlofglory]

Don’t worry! I didn’t shut down 😂 and thank you for the follow!!

As for the requests, I don’t want to be a bother, so ill try not to overload your asks. Do you also write stories that don’t have any smut? Because, as much as I love the game of hide the eggplant 🍆 😉 I sometimes really just craze a sweet soft story or something that’s angsty with a happy ending.

Like for example, it’s spring/summer early morning, and Bucky being a trained soldier wakes up with the sun. But his partner on the other hand…. Let’s just say she isn’t a morning person. However, today they wake together and lie in bed all soft and sweet and talk about anything, and maybe they both drift back to sleep… and uhh I just melt

Or… Bucky is new to the tower and does not get along with the newest younger avenger member that everyone loves. And they bicker back and forth, and she is so sassy and witty and one ups him every time. And In the end, they have a big argument and she asks why he hates her so much, when she didn’t even do anything. And Bucky basically confesses that he doesn’t hate her. He actually really likes her and is just scared Bec of what he used to do and who he used to be, and the fact that she’s so young and is the sunshine person of the group, and they talk and share the sweetest first kiss 🥹

OMG DID I SAY TOO MUCH LOL 🫢🫠🫠🫠🫠

I just really love Bucky Bec his story is so sad

Anyways, you’re amazing. I hope you have a good day/night 🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Bestie!! I have something for you! 🌸💖🌸💖🌸

This is for your first prompt and honestly, idk how I feel about what I did with it🙈 Lmk what you think🫶

As for your second prompt, it made me look up a similar draft for a series I wrote long ago, and now I’m super inspired to continue writing on it!!!!😳🙌 A real enemies to lovers, can’t be in a room for two seconds without snapping at each other, but also desperately attracted to each other with Bucky still being very much traumatised and thinking himself completely unworthy of love and affection and reader wanting so much to get along with him and be his friend and potential bed mate iykwim type vibe!!

UUUUGH, like I said before, these prompts you give are so thought provoking and inspiring. I love them, thank you!!!😍

Hope you're having a splendid day/night, enjoy🫶🦋

Sleeping in / One-shot

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 3,5k

Warnings: fluffy fluff, some angst, a few references to smut

Summary: Bucky never considered sleeping in until you - soft, sweet, precious you - started sleeping in his bed.

Bucky’s eyes shot open at precisely 6 AM like they always did. It was a routine ingrained in his very bones at this point. Whether it came from his years as the Soldat, his military training before that or the hard days of his upbringing, for as long as he could remember, he’d always been wide awake and alert at precisely 6 AM. Nowadays he kept a strict morning routine consisting of a short and non-indulgent breakfast, a ten mile jog, short to the point cold shower and then a crossword puzzle before starting his day. It was like clockwork, and Bucky hadn’t really questioned it, nor had any incentive to change it. That was, until you - soft, sweet, precious you - started sleeping in Bucky’s bed. 

Bucky had been blessed with your intimate company for half a year now. He’d never been so nervous as that night he took you out to the beach to watch the stars after three months of dating, and asked you to go steady with him in the light of the bonfire. Nor had he ever felt such blissful, perfect relief and elation as when you’d thrown your arms around his neck and squealed in his ear. 

“Yes, yes, oh my god, of course I do, Bucky,” you’d exclaimed, damn near rupturing his ear drum. He’d only wrapped his own arms tighter around you and nuzzled into the hollow of your throat, grinning like a dolt against your skin before peppering it with kisses, working his way up to your lips, his heart soaring in his chest. You’d made love for the first time right there in the sand, his cock drawn out of his fly and your panties pulled to the side, clothes awkwardly askew and sand getting everywhere, but it had been absolutely perfect. 

From that point on, It didn’t take long for the two of you to become virtually inseparable, spending meals and nights and whatever spare time you had with each other. Bucky just couldn’t help it, he became completely and ardently addicted to you. Your scent, your warmth, your laughter, the color of your eyes and the way the corners crinkled when you smiled. The way your brows furrowed when you concentrated on something, how fiercely you defended anything you loved or felt empathy for, how sopping wet you got when he teased you just the tiniest bit. 

The two of you loved taking walks together on the grounds, both finding it relaxing and like a much needed detox at the end of a long day. On days off you took longer hikes together in landscapes near and far, sleeping out in the fresh air and making love on mossy forest grounds. 

You both had a special craving for physical connection (or as you liked to say, your “love languages were physical touch”), which in truth was a lucky blessing, for never had someone unlocked such need in Bucky. Need for your warmth, need for your touch, need to hold your hand or your waist or shoulder, or just feel the weight of your feet in his lap on movie nights with the rest of the team. It didn’t need to be sexual either (though it certainly often was, or turned to that) - it was just the knowledge of you being close that soothed whatever aches Bucky had inside, quelled and quieted some fidgety, restless part of him. 

Further, your company and your skin on his had done miracles for his sleepless night. You were like a soothing blanket and a sleeping pill, all in one. Whenever he laid down and pulled you close, felt your hands around his torso and your legs tangle with him, sleep found him easily, which was a feat he hadn’t found in years. You alternated between sleeping in your room or his, but you always slept together whenever you had the chance. In his quiet mind, Bucky liked it best when you slept in his bed. There was just something about seeing you in his room, in his sheets, relaxed and warm and soft with sleep, leaving behind faint traces of your scent on his pillow that Bucky would never admit openly to pressing his nose to and inhaling gratefully whenever you left for your own daily work.

 Inviting you in and seeing you so comfortable and at home in his private, intimate spaces had a newfound emotion spreading in his body. A sweet ache that wasn’t pain, nor sadness, or even longing. He’d scarcely dared put a name to the new feeling that bloomed like the tiniest, most fragile thing in his chest. The feeling was happiness, so foreign and unexpected Bucky had damn near had a panic attack that first time he caught himself gazing at you while you were deeply engrossed in your book next to him, and recognised the feeling for what it was. 

On this Sunday morning, when neither of you had any plans for the day, Bucky opened his eyes to find you snuggled up to him like a koala, legs and arms wrapped tightly around him as you slumbered on, and that same pang of sweet ache hit him as he looked down on you, saw you so relaxed and peaceful in his arms. By God, you were a deep sleeper, and you slept a lot, too. Bucky’d been baffled to observe how fucking much you slept if only given the chance. Proper sloth, he’d tried to tease you once, only for you to stretch with a lazy smile and nuzzle his chest. That had in turn only served to make Bucky’s heart melt right out of his ribcage. You were too cute, damnit, and far too powerful, and Bucky could only clutch you tighter to him. 

Bucky looked down at you, the soft rays of the warm spring sun coming in through the open curtains and casting your beautiful face in a golden sheen, taking his breath away as his gaze flitted about your face, without a single tension, mouth slightly open, quiet, steady puffs of air coming out and fanning across Bucky’s face. He put his nose gently to your throat and breathed you in, pulling in a grateful fill of your mouth watering scent, all warm and heady from your sleep.

He wondered what you were dreaming about, and how long you would sleep like this, undisturbed and unburdened, like you deserved. Did you even know how much of a miracle you’d been to him? How you single handedly fought off his nightmares? Kept him sleeping through the night, not awakening to sheets damp with sweat and an even more exhausted mind than the night before? He suspected you didn’t have a single clue. And maybe he was to blame for that. Cause even though his body had practically leapt at the chance of living in semi-permanent connection with yours no problem, he still had a little ways to go when it came to properly opening up emotionally. With words. God, he hated talking about his feelings, hated how vulnerable and easily wounded he felt, how much he fumbled for the right things to say and the guilt of taking comfort from others when he’d been the cause of so much horrid pain in the past. Whenever he felt the need to get things off his chest, those thoughts would hit him. It wasn’t right to demand people soothe and comfort him, he didn’t deserve it. He needed to own his actions, no matter if Hydra was og wasn’t here anymore. Especially because of that, actually. If he didn’t repent, how would he ever make up for all those people who’d suffered at his hands? 

So no, it was better to just work on it himself, to not burden anyone with it, and especially not a sweet, loving, caring ray of sunshine like you. You deserved so much better. 

Bucky stared at you while his thoughts whirled. He would let you sleep in, he decided, and after bending slightly forward to kiss one of your eyelids as softly as his body could possibly allow him, he started the meticulous procedure of removing his arm from under your neck and extracting himself from the secure cage you’d made around him with your limbs, so he could go start his morning routine. Just when he’d managed to untangle your legs and was about to slip his arm from under your head, your brows crinkled and the most adorable little sound of protest came from you. Sluggish and weakly, you reached for him, still mostly asleep, and tugged at his shoulder and arm to get him back to you. 

Bucky’s heart clenched again, and he huffed a laugh as he let himself be pulled back into your embrace, secretly relishing the feeling of you determinant pulling him close to you, of wanting him close to you. He couldn’t help it, those small reassurances meant so much to him. 

Your eyes opened to slits and looked up at him. 

“Mornin,” he mumbled, feeling himself light up with a sense of excitement at having you awake and with him.

You hummed long and slow, settling down with your head on his chest.

“Mornin, baby, what’s the time?” you asked, and your small, raspy voice was so fucking cute Bucky had a hard time dealing with it, actually.

He didn’t have to look at the clock on the nightstand. 

“Just past six,” he said, still gazing at your sleepy form. 

Your face scrunched up in what could only be described as disgust at his words. 

“What? Whyyyy, Bucky, it’s Sunday,” you whined, and Bucky couldn’t help his grin. 

“Can’t help the way I am,” he said as his only excuse, hoping you didn’t catch on to the way the words reflected his earlier thoughts. 

You stretched like a cat in his arms and snuggled closer to him, pressing a kiss to his throat. 

“I can help you. Settle down, we’re sleeping in today,” you said, eyes closing. It seemed you were halfway back to sleep already, though your grip around Bucky was uncompromising. 

“Is that an order?” Bucky murmured, so stupidly entertained by your every word he just kept grinning, the ache in his chest growing stronger.

“Yes it is, so you better obey me, soldier,” you mumbled. 

Bucky chuckled, watching you drift back off to sleep, but found he couldn’t quite get there himself. He found himself gazing out into the room, mind still going over his worries like a steadily churning maelstrom. Sleep didn’t come easy when he was stuck in a thinking loop like this. It didn’t help that his morning wood was as incessant as always, and you snuggling your warm, soft body up against it only made it worse. That wasn’t that much of an issue, though. He actually, secretly kinda loved just laying like this, feeling how you aroused him and knowing you reciprocated. 

To Bucky’s surprise, he looked back down to find you watching him, having cracked one eye open. He almost started. 

“What’s the matter?” you asked, sounding vaguely concerned. 

Bucky schooled his expression and shook his head. 

“Nothing, sweetheart, go back to sleep,” he said, kissing your forehead and then kissing it again when you hummed contentedly at the gesture. 

Your hand came up and started gently playing with the hair on his chest, something you often did when you were thinking and wondering how to say something. A contemplative gesture Bucky didn’t think you were all that aware of. Not that he’d ever made you aware of it. He liked being able to read your behavioral patterns. Liked it when you were open and honest and comfortable showing him your authentic self. He wouldn’t dream of taking that away and making you self conscious. 

“You sure? You look like you're thinking very hard and not talking about it,” you said and Bucky blanched. Had he been that obvious? Maybe he had some revealing behaviors he wasn’t aware of too. For some reason, it warmed his heart to know you could read him as well as he could read you. That you paid attention. That you cared as much as you did. He took your hand in his and played with your fingers, loved the way his hand engulfed yours, seeing how elegant your bones were while knowing the strength you could pack in a punch. 

He turned your hand over and though he’d only meant to buy himself some time with his exploration, he noticed for the first time a scar on the tip of your ring finger. He brought your finger closer to his eyes and yes indeed, in the shape of a question mark without the dot, the pad of your fingertip was sliced in two by a fine, pale scar line. He ran his thumb over it, suddenly engrossed in this detail he’d missed until now. 

“Where’d you get this?” he asked, curiosity making him giddy while deep down, a furious anger stirred; Anger that promised death and despair upon those who dared hurt you. 

You giggled as he brushed his thumb over it again, squirming slightly in his arms, and Bucky got even more curious. 

“It tickles. And it’s nothing exciting, just a small accident from when I was a kid,” you said, squealing lightly when Bucky brushed his thumb even more gently over the scarred skin, watching you avidly. 

“Tell me,” he said, giving your fingertip peace, but not letting you pull your hand away. 

You gave him a stern look, though you couldn’t hide the smile tugging on your lips.

“Fine, I’ll let you distract me for now, but I want to know what had you looking so forlorn earlier,” you said, the most adorable flush creeping up on your cheekbones as Bucky slowly pulled your hand up to his mouth and kissed each fingertip, noticing with glee how your pupils dilated as you watched his lips caress your skin. 

“Forlorn?” Bucky repeated, settling down even further into the soft mattress and the soft, silky sheets he’d gone out and gotten that first week you started sharing his bed, “I like when you go Shakespeare,” he teased, grinning when you smacked his chest in petulant offense. Bucky pulled you even closer to him and rolled you over so you lay across his chest as he settled on his back. “No, c’mon, tell me,” he insisted. 

You lay there together as the sun rose higher, Bucky listening intently as you told him about the accident that had split your finger tip as a seven year old, and then the stitches you’d have to get sewn while in the ER. Bucky couldn’t help pulling you closer and kissing all over your face when you talked about the praise you’d gotten from the nurses for being so brave. 

“That’s my girl,” he murmured onto the skin below your ear and relished the way you shivered. You gave him that look you got when you were delightfully preening under his praise while at the same time getting just a little bit shy - that look that made Bucky go half-mad with desire. 

“Tell me about this one?” you asked, pointing to a scar that ran along his lower abdomen, a  line that zig zagged diagonally up to his waist. It was one of his more gnarly scars. Thick, ragged and ugly, with darker, blotchy scar tissue, indicating a more serious injury. Not that Bucky knew. 

“Don’t know, I don’t remember how I got them,” he said, finding the words a bit more difficult to get past his throat as he focused on the scar, and the lack of memories accompanying it. 

You looked up at him in surprise. 

“Any of them?” you asked. 

Bucky gave a noncommittal shrug, fighting off his self-consciousness. He didn’t want to get defensive around you, knew he didn’t have to. Hell, you were the one person he knew by now he could be open and honest with. But the lack of knowing was still a sore spot for him.

“I know where the arm went, Steve told me, but the rest is, um…well, mysteries,” he said. 

You blinked, looking a little like a wounded puppy as your fingers traced another scar. You were so empathic, always caring so deeply for others. It was something Bucky admired about you, along with how open you were yourself about your feelings and stuff like that. Bucky drew a steadying breath, gathering his courage. 

“I’m glad I have them,” he said, catching your attention again. Your brow crinkled for the tiniest moment. 

“Why for?” you asked softly, a small, perfect encouragement for him to elaborate. 

Here we go, Bucky thought, a shrill nervousness suddenly swelling inside him.

“I wouldn’t be here today if I didn’t have them,” Bucky said, swallowing thickly. His courage faltered slightly and he averted his eyes, but he forced himself to continue speaking, “They’re a part of the life that led me to this, to…you. I wouldn’t be here with you right now if I didn’t also go through whatever gave me all these scars…and for that, I’m happy,” he said, drawing a mortified breath as he stopped speaking, his heart suddenly pounding in his chest. 

The silence felt like an eternity, and Bucky steeled himself for whatever reaction you might come with. Was it too much? Too weird? Too morbid? 

Your hands cupped his face and brought his eyes up to yours. They were shining with emotion, with empathy so deep he almost winced at the raw intensity. 

“You’re so strong, Bucky. A strong and good man, and so fucking sweet. You didn’t deserve any of your scars, or any of the pain you went through to get here. And I know you feel guilty, and I know there is little I can do to make it alright, but I…,” you trailed off for a beat and to his astonishment, Bucky swore he heard the words love you hang in the air between the two of you. Your heart, which Bucky could feel between your two bodies pressed together, shot up to an alarming speed, and a crimson flush stole across your face. 

You must have seen him catch on, for you lowered your gaze and laughed a bit self deprecatingly. No, no, no, don’t hide, please say them, Bucky thought desperately, his own heart picking up speed, thudding hard in his chest. God, could it be true?

“Is it selfish to say I’m happy you’re here with me too, even though you had to go through so many unfair, horrible things to get here?” you asked, and Bucky wondered if you were feeling guilty too at that moment. 

He hugged you tighter to him, lowering his head to catch your down-cast eyes. 

“I want you to. Be selfish, I mean, ehm, with me,” he said in a surge of bravery that had him fumbling his words all the same. “I mean I like it when you are - I mean, oh God, I -”

“I get what you mean,” you said softly and assuringly, biting your lip and smiling so sweetly Bucky’s heart lurched. 

He bent forward and caught your lips, so fucking grateful for you, for caring, understanding and supporting you. Maybe he didn’t need to hear you say you loved him yet. His heart was soaring in his chest just by the implication, just by having you here in his arms. He could be gracious and continue working to deserve your love in the future, and be completely ready to receive it. 

You broke the kiss and settled down on his chest again, and his hand found your hair, playing with it. 

“I need a haircut,” you said after a few moments, voice just the tiniest bit tense for it to be a nonchalant remark. Who needs a distraction now?, Bucky thought a bit smugly, listening with his enhanced hearing that your heart was still thudding just a little faster than usual. He could be gracious, though it was a near thing. 

“I like your hair like this,” he said, kissing the top of your head, satisfaction surging warm and proud when you tried to snuggle even closer to him, tangling your legs even more with his.

“Oh lord, no it’s all frizzy. I once had a hairdresser -”

You spent some time talking about nothing and everything, the languid morning settling heavy in your bones. Bucky felt like he was floating, like time slowed and you were hiding away together on a cloud of affection and drowsy, peaceful contentment. 

Nestled together in the privacy of his room, Bucky’s thoughts went to the future for once, and not the past. They went to the hope that you would tell him you loved him one day. That he would be ready to receive that love then, and be truly deserving of it. As of now, maybe he could get used to sleeping in, Bucky thought as he listened to you murmuring about a dream you’d had. 

And after a while, when your eyelids had closed entirely and your breath evened out, Bucky drifted back off to sleep with you, still entangled in the soft sheets illuminated by the warm, spring sun. 

[cressthebest]

Art Heist, Baby! thoughts pt. 10

chapter 28:

this is the heist chapter, so i’m just gonna make it its own post. it will be too long otherwise

1. james thinks that falling in love with regulus is the most exciting thing he’s ever done- more so than the literal heist. they’re so in love

2. hell yeaaaah babey! they even have the clothes sharing trope. regulus looks so small in james’ big t-shirt. fuck yeah

3. they’re all nervous and getting tea in the kitchen <3 they all get along and love each other. do NONE of them have melatonin tho??? babes, medically force yourself to sleep atp

4. peter swears barty’s snoring is so loud there is two people in there. 👀 evan perhaps??

5. i love mary and lily’s friendship so much. like, i love their background friendship in this fic so much. like, i cannot even use words to express how much i love it

6. remus and james fell in love with stars and it’s the most important thing about the heist to them. wait. hold up. i just.

7. “Anyone would be lucky to marry you, James Potter. Plus, I didn’t really think Regulus was the wear your t-shirt, fall asleep in your lap, dance on countertops, type either and yet, here he is.” sobbing. literally sobbing.

8. remus and james being best freinds in this fic instead of the typical sirius and james freindship is healing in ways i didn’t think would need healing. i am healed. they are forever going to be in each others lives.

9. sirius and james matching 😭😭😭. but it also raises the question of what the others are wearing. jeans and blouses? night clothes? leggings?

10. tensions are so high. i feel like i need to be clutching my pearls and holding my breath. this is so stressful. i’m so worried something will go horribly wrong. so stressed

11. i’m also concerned why they are worried about fingerprints but aren’t wearing gloves

12. oh good, they’re wearing gloves actually

13. i love that part of the way sirius’ has his pure blood character show in here is by the way he can tell the price, quality, painter, and style of a painting just by looking at it

14. i love that after the first wolfstar kiss remus got back to james and told him everything. and i love that sirius and james are bringing this up during the heist when their LITERAL LIVES ARE ON THE LINE

15. oh shit there’s footsteps. i’m so worried for sirius and james

16. thank FUCKING GOD THEY ALL MADE IT OUT ALIVE AND UNSCATHED AND SAFE OH GOD I WAS SO SCARED OH MY GODDDDDD

17. still getting a bit of a rosekiller vibe here…

18. shit fuck no shit fuck shit fuck shit fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck shit shit shit fuck fuck fuck fuck shit shit shit fuck fuck fuck fuck shit shit shit fuck shit fuck holy fucking shit there’s police and sirens and holy fucking shit shit shit. stop no, i had such high hopes

19. oh no james thinking that sirius tipped the police off. (but i’m getting a bit of a feeling that this will be parallel to the peter betrayal moments in canon)

20. (not barty letting out a maniacal laugh during a fucking car chase. he’s not helping the sociopath claims)

21. not pandora playing the euphemia card.

22. also, once again, i would like to make a callback to my previous thoughts on point number 18. still thinking that. very worried.

23. god, not james saying i love you to regulus while the police have opened fire on him. i’m so worried. god.

24. it will be fine tho. there’s 10 chapters left. and james isn’t the one who dies. i will be fine.

25. james was shot 😳

26. and they’re all on the plane. they survived. end of chapter. thank fucking god.

[fluff-foraxil]

Until the end (Doflamingo X F!Reader) - 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 9

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - . - Chapter 10

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Ah! It's me! This might not be my best chapter, but I promise the next ones will be better just believe in me and my tired brain :,) ANYWAY, how are you beautiful people doing? :)

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~ 11 years later ~

(Y/N) was sitting by the pool of the castle, the gorgeous weather of Dressrosa did nothing to mitigate her. Doflamingo was getting back after participating in the Summit War on Marineford. She knew about the death of Portugas D. Ace, the defeat of Whitebeard, the arrival of not only Shanks but also Blackbeard; the world was entering a new era, a new scary dangerous era as more pirates were roaming free than even before. Things had changed in those years, Doflamingo took over Dressrosa, he became the most known broker of the underworld under the nickname Joker, he welcomed Monet and Sugar into his family and, unexpectedly, got married. It happened 8 years ago, after the fall of the Riku family; the kingdom of Dressrosa had just been rebuilt to look like it did now, when Doflamingo asked (Y/N)’s hand. The man trusted her with his heart, body, and soul to death, even though he was cold and manipulating, he still had his own demons to fight, and she showed him that he was not alone, she showed him that there were good people in that hellhole called Earth. Even after their marriage, she was still actively working for him, dealing with business, and taking care of their family, as Doflamingo said one night. (Y/N) was brushing Monet’s hair while Sugar, her younger sister, was happily eating grapes. The sisters shared a special bond with her since the first day; they would follow her around and wait for her to return from her missions, going to her whenever they needed help, asking for her advice when they had doubts, seeking her comfort after a nightmare. «Your hair always looks so lovely Monet», she complimented. «You’re too kind, (Y/N)-sama», the girl blushed. Monet and Sugar were rescued by Doflamingo, he took them in after seeing the awful conditions they were living in and for that reason they pledged their loyalty to him. She clearly remembered the day she met them after Doflamingo brought them back into the ship.

~ Flashback ~

«And who are this lovely girls?», (Y/N) put on her kindest smile. «Monet and Sugar», Doflamingo replied pointing to each one. They looked scruffy, dirty, and malnourished so, being the good person she was, she immediately took them to take a bath. They followed her without any question, they watched as (Y/N) filled a big bathtub with warm water and a floral scented bubble bath, before laying down some fluffy towels and clean clothes for them. «I’m (Y/N), by the way», she broke the silence, «I hope the clothes will fit you, but don’t worry we will get you more once we reach the next island». «Thank you, (Y/N)-sama», Monet was hugging her sister close. She bent down to be at eye level with the green haired girl. «You’re welcome», she patted her head, «Now, come on, your bath is ready. I’ll be just outside so call me if you need anything, ok?». After they were all clean and dressed, she did their hair and lead them into the dining room where supper was already served. The rest of the family had just started eating, (Y/N) sat them with the other young members of the crew before taking a seat beside Doflamingo; the two girls were a bit unsure and wary of the others, but opened up seeing that they were being treated nicely. «You still have your magic touch when it comes to youngsters», Doflamingo commented while they were alone in their cabin. «I sure do», she kissed him, «After all I deal with a man-child every day of my life». «Fair enough», he chuckled, not taking her statement seriously.

~ End of flashback~

«Welcome back, Doffy», she didn’t look up from what she was doing. She felt his presence as soon as he stepped on the island. Her observation haki grew stronger, she could feel people from miles away without effort; her combat skills got better with time as well, she still wasn’t on Doflamingo or the elites’ level but if she could complete her missions without failing that was alright. «Missed me?», he kissed her. Sugar stuck her tongue out, showing her disagreement in showing love like that, hugs or a kiss on the cheek would have been better in her opinion. «A lot. Did you miss us?», she said referring to their family. «Obviously. Could you come inside after you’re done? I have something to tell you», he smiled, leaving a kiss on her cheek. Monet was patiently waiting for (Y/N) to finish braiding her hair, the golden ring on the older girl contrasting with the locks of green hair she was holding. The girl finished the braid, but looked at it, unconvinced; looking around she told the girl to wait for her as she picked up a gazania flower and added it into the girl’s braid, securing it to make sure it wouldn’t fall out. «I’m done, Monet», she declared. Monet stood up, stretching her limbs, her pale complexion looked out of place in such a sunny nation; plus, it was weird how she wasn’t melting considering her devil fruit power. «Thank you, (Y/N)-sama», she bowed. «There is no need to bow, we are family», she assured the other girl it wasn’t necessary to use such formalities with her. (Y/N) felt Doflamingo’s presence in their bedroom, the Warlord had just gotten out of the shower and was now sprawled on the couch with just his pants on staring outside the window, a bottle of his favourite liquor in hand. The golden ring was shining as the sun hit its surface. «How is my queen doing?», he asked without turning to look at her. «She’s doing great now that her king is back. Did you enjoy the war?», she walked up to his, hugging him from behind and kissing the side of his neck. Then she walked around the couch to sit beside him, nestling on his side, the feathers of his coat tickling her skin. «Very much», he chuckled. Doflamingo was so enthusiastic to have been present in such a crucial point in time. Raising his hand to bring her face closer to his, he kissed her deeply; his nightmares had completely vanished since she started sleeping by his side, his mood in general had improved as well since they became an official couple, even more after they got married; many women tried to catch his attention at social gatherings held in Dressrosa or on other islands, but Doflamingo was loyal and only had eyes for the woman that made him feel better than ever. «I got something for you», he said after breaking the kiss. (Y/N) looked at him, waiting to see what he got for her. Even though Doflamingo was a wealthy man now, he would bring her gifts just if he found one that really reminded him of her or if the object in question was as precious as his beloved; he was walking back to the castle, greeted by his subjects, when he stopped after catching the sight of a stone with a deep blue-violet hue. It was mounted on a ring, the stone was cut in a circular shape with a sort of vine made of little white diamonds and white gold curled on one side of it, the band was adorned with little white diamonds as well; he didn’t think too much and went inside to get it, once he was inside the jewellery shop he also got a pair of earring and a necklace to go with it.

Once she opened the box he handed her, (Y/N)’s jaw fell to the floor. «The jeweller said the stone they have on is one of a kind», he explained, «It’s a type of gem that can be found only on one island and it’s also very difficult to extract». Doflamingo wasn’t big on words of affection, but she never complained about it, after all everyone had their qualities and flaws. He loved her even more for that, for being able to accept every part of him without making him feel wrong nor shaming him. «You didn’t have to, Doffy», she put the box down carefully before wrapping her arms around him and kissing him all over his face, «I was thinking about taking a night for ourselves, you know, like we used to do. Going out for dinner, then coming home, taking a relaxing bath together». He took her hand in his, kissing her fingertips. «I would love to», he accepted her request. She flashed him one of her sweet smiles, those smile that made him warm on the inside and made him ask himself how he could have gotten so lucky; since he was a child, after losing his title, he worked hard to achieve his goals, his mind constantly working and calculating the next steps and moves. He was getting tired, but when he was at his lowest, he found her, a plain commoner girl whose kindness he repaid by giving her a place to call home, someone he thought wasn’t going to play a part in anybody’s life was now his wife, his home, his safe place. «Then I better check If I have the right dress for the occasion», she kissed him, «I missed you, I was worried, you’re strong I don’t deny it, but I was just… just worried». «My Queen, I’m here with you now and I always will be», he wasn’t big on the sweet talk, but there were rare moments where he would let her know his feelings by words. The other members of the family wouldn’t worry about Doflamingo facing other pirates or the Marine, they knew he was strong but still, having someone care for you so much was the best feeling in the world. (Y/N) was going through her wardrobe, looking at all the clothes she owned, she tried to find the right outfit for their date. She remembered purchasing a dress recently that she was reserving for a very special occasion, but she couldn’t find it. «Which restaurant would you like to go to, my love?», Doflamingo asked from the couch. «We could go to your favourite one», she suggested while diving into the wardrobe. Pushing aside, looking closely, inspecting every dress, she finally found it. It was a vintage pale pink off shoulder dress, it had long puff sleeves and a bustier that kept the dress tight-fitting on the waist area while the skirt was loose to her move freely. It wasn’t a fancy dress, but she was a simple girl when it came to clothes. After taking it out a laying it down on the bed, (Y/N) looked at her husband who had taken off his glasses and was leaning his head back as he kept his eyes closed; she melted at the sight, one of the most feared men on earth looked like an ordinary man in that moment. Tip toeing to him, she took his face in her hands as he opened his eyes. She traced the scar on his left eyes before kissing it. «I love you, (Y/N)», he whispered. She rarely heard those words from him. «I love you too, Doffy, I love you more than anything», she replied before kissing his lips with passion. The married couple cuddled on the couch, music in the background, while enjoying each other company. (Y/N) was focused on listening to Doflamingo’s heartbeat, it soothed her, so whenever she felt anxious or stressed, she just needed to cuddle with her husband to make everything better. «I’m going to take a shower, care to join me?», she kissed his knuckles. «Have I ever refused?», he chuckled. Doflamingo could proudly say he had a family, a real family after all those years of suffering.

[sweet-villain]

You Were There, Then You Weren't~ B.H

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@strangerfreak asked:

Since your request are open! I’m so excited to share idea for you! 🩶 This one is angst and fluff. I’m sorry this is kinda long

Billy Hargrove x best friend!reader to lover (kinda?)

In California, Billy and reader been best friend since kids, he always be there for her and she always be there for him too, ever since his mom run away, comfort him after dad was mean to Billy (same as reader mom, dad is too lazy drunken, sleeping on chair). They grow up to teenagers, they were saying goodbye each other for moving to Hawkins. Reader finally finish high school (or collage), she driving off to Hawkins to find Billy and nervous to tell him that she love him, like love love him. But when she find out that he died in “fire” and Max is in coma. Biggest heartbroken she ever felt. 6 months later, Max woke up and reader really want to be there for her like Billy did for reader. 8-10 years later, Reader and Max live together, always be there each other. Billy show up at their door. Alive. (Or not)

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A shadow looms over at you while you play with your dolls causing you to stop and look up at who’s blocking the sunlight. A boy is standing over you with blonde hair and ocean blue eyes looking out of place. He turns nervously looking back over his house seeing his father standing there by the window looking over at him, motioning with his hands to go on. 

“ Hi” the sound of your voice caused the little boy to turn back around. He wiped his hands on his pants feeling them sweaty from even being close to you, let alone a girl. 

“ Hi” the sound of his voice wasn’t so confident. 

“ What’s your name?” You questioned standing up from the blanket you were sitting on and offering your hand to him. His eyes dropped down to your hand and back to your face.

“ My name is Billy, what’s yours?” He asked. You tell him your name and he nods. 

“ Do you want to play?” In his hands you noticed for the first time he had a robot. Billy glances down at your dolls and then at his robot, shrugged and sat down on the blanket. You joined him playing with him. This was the very first time you met Billy and the first time you had notice of his unsureness but you were too young to understand.  

You and Billy had grown closer and closer as the years go back, you have been there for him when his mother left him leaving him with his step sister, Max and his father. Billy ended up find out later the week his mother left him, your mother ended up leaving you too. You two would spend time in the backyard sitting together and staring up at the night sky. 

It was either in his backyard or yours. It was the very first time you took notice that you and Billy were starting to have things in common. His father, Neil wasn’t really fond of you as he thought he might be always looking at you disapprovingly. Your father didn’t like Billy all too much either but he rarely paid attention where you were as he spend his time on the couch, watching tv and drinking beer. 

You’d always had to clean up after him when he fell asleep on the couch. You’d place a blanket over him and took care of yourself for the night. You were young but you were finally understanding things in your home. In your life. In Billy’s life. 

“ Your room better be clean when I come in there” the sound of Billy’s dad voice came from the other side of the door. Your eyes roamed the room seeing it was clean to the best of how Billy thought it would. 

Billy’s breathing picked up at the sound of his father’s voice and turned his head to glance at you. He had worry in his eyes and snapped his head towards the door when his dad stormed in with his hands on his hips. 

“ I thought I told you to keep this door opened” he pointed towards the door, his nose flaring in anger. “ You don’t listen, and you know what happens when you don’t listen.” 

You crawled over to Billy to shield him from having Neil do anything to Billy. 

Neil snickered for the first time noticing how much you cared for his so called son. 

“ Your little girlfriend needs to leave. I need to have a word with you” Neil spatted. “ Now” he added through his gritted teeth. You shook your head staying where you were shielding Billy from Neil. 

“ I am staying” you tell him. Neil grumbled in anger, kicking Billy’s dresser before he stormed out of Billy’s room. You could tell he had steam coming from his ears. 

Billy turned to you, “ Why did you do that?” 

“ Because your my friend and friends are there for one another” 

Billy stared at your face for a good minute or two before he wrapped his arms around you, and that for the very first time was the day Billy hugged you, appreciating you being there for him. 

“ Go get me another beer, will you?” Your father groans from the chair he was sitting at. An ash tray filled with buds of cigarettes and smoke filled the room and the only sound you hear is the television set running on some show your father was watching. 

You had Billy for company over your house as the two of you were chasing each other around the house when your father asked you to get another beer for him. This was very common for him to ask you. It made you uncomfortable getting these things for him when he can do it himself. You didn’t like that he raised his voice at you. 

Fear struck you when you froze at your standing spot, over looking at Billy who turned to look at your father. His own fear overcoming him from his own father, and turned to you when he heard the sound of your feet moving towards the kitchen. He watched you struggle on the high stool opening the beer on your own. 

His eyebrows knitted together watching you wince when you opened the bottle. 

“ Are you okay?” He asked, his voice loud enough for your father to hear.

 “ Son, don’t worry over that little brat. She should be here with my BEER!” He shouted, ready to stand up from his chair. He hated moving around the house, it gotten worse after your mother has left you leaving you with your father. 

“ I love you very much, my sweet girl” was the last words she told you. Then, why did she love you if she left? You never gotten an answer to that, it remained unknown until your brain is connecting your own dots. 

“ Here, daddy” you handed the cold beer to your father who grunted underneath his breath as he took the beer from your hands. He shooed you away with his hand when you didn’t move to ask him a question. 

“ Can we go get some ice cream, daddy?” Your father took a sip of his beer and put it on his leg to balance it as his cold eyes turned to glance at you standing there pleading with your eyes at him. 

“ Do you have any money?” You shook your head. Your allowance wasn’t that much but you were saving it up in your small jewelry box that you had. 

“ No, sir” you answered with a shake of your head. 

“ Then you know the answer, now get out of my sight before I do something about it” your eyes grew wide knowing what he was talking about and rushed out of the living room, taking a hold of Billy’s hand in yours taking him to your room.

You left the door opened in case your father would yell asking for you. You swallowed the lump in your throat and took your little yellow step stool you had in your room that was covered in flowers. 

“ What are you doing?” Billy asked, making his way over to you to stand on his tippy toes to look over your shoulder. But he couldn’t see. 

“ Seeing how much money I have” you opened the jewelry box you had in your room that held a secret opening where you had your money in there. It was hidden so your father wouldn’t know where you kept it. 

You began to count the coins and bills you had, focusing. Billy watched you count staring at you in awe. That was the first time Billy knew that you understood how his life was because you shared the same one. Except you were the only child, looking after your father. 

“ Do you have enough?” He asked. In your small hand you hand him some bills over and his eyebrows knitted in confusion on what you were giving him. He knew it was money but for what?

“ What is this?” 

“ Money, duh” he rolled his eyes and taking up the scrunched bills into his hand. “ What am I suppose to do with it?” 

“ Get yourself some ice cream” Billy’s eyes grew wide as he shoved the money back in your hand and shook his head. 

“ No, what about you? You shrugged. Billy looked at you in pure confusion on why you just wanted him to have the ice cream to himself. 

“ I will share” Billy says and offers his other hand to to you. “ Come on, before it closes”

“ But you don’t like sharing” you mumbled. Billy chuckled and he shrugged.  

“ You’re my best friend, and you aren’t contagious or anything” 

That was the very first time that Billy wanted to share something. Let alone, a girl. But you weren’t just a girl to him. You were his best friend and the person that most cared about him. He was still very young to understand at the time what this was. 

The beach was your favorite place to spend time with Billy, watching the waves, enjoy the sun, listening to little kids run around and laugh while Billy enjoyed the same with surfing. He had grown up to have a wild hair of curls which he had yet to learn how to maintain, his blue eyes were the bluest you have ever seen. He wore a necklace around his neck that he told you he found in his parents bedroom hidden away by his father with a letter from his mother.

It was the only thing that he had left of his mother and he wore it evert day. In your eyes he was growing up to become one of those boys that you secretly thought about and dreamed about. As he grew older, he saved enough money to buy himself a car. 

“ This is yours” you gasped brushing your fingers over the hood of the car. Billy smirked once he stepped out of it, he had been working out and he started to wear open shirt where you can see the sun kiss skin underneath with the necklace he always wore. He leaned how to maintain his mullet of curls that was just gorgeous. He started to smoke cigarettes as a habit which you found out, a coping mechanism from what was happening at home. 

But he was in California, the open shirts he wore was around when he was at the party with you drinking and every girl wanted a piece of him. Not you, that’s what he thought. He wore tank tops in day time or the sleeveless shirt that he cut out the sleeves off. 

He was just your best friend, he thought. But you took every chance you’ve gotten to roam your eyes over him and watch his smoke. Something about it that you found so attractive. 

“ All mine, this beauty is my baby now” he says tapping on top of the car softly. 

“ Runs beautifully too” he says, taking the cigarette from his mouth and dropping it on the ground and stomping it with his foot. 

“ Can I drive?” You asked hoping he would say yes but he stared at you like you said something out of ordinary and something so weird to him. 

“ Are you crazy? I just got her and you want to drive it already” Billy chuckled, shaking his head. “ You always liked me better for my things I’m starting to think.” 

“ Yeah, very much so, but it wasn’t me who shared his ice cream when he was little with a girl” 

“ You were my best friend and basically gave me all your money, I didn’t want you to feel left out” 

“ You’re such a softie” Billy shoot you a glare like what did you say as he looked around hoping no one has heard you. He had a reputation around here to hold out. 

“ Hey Billy” you rolled your eyes at the sound of one of the girls as they walked over to Billy.

“ Nice ride” one of them said. In your mind you made a gagging noise which they would walk away. It was always those girls that Billy’s eyes roamed over with the bustier top and the ass he couldn’t stop talking about. 

“ Just got this beauty,  you want to go for a ride?” He asked, a smirk on his face. Your eyes flash of hurt, stepping back from the car about to walk away from this. You didn’t want to hear none of this. The thought of Billy enjoying his time with some other girl than you, appalled you. It made your stomach sick. 

“ Hey, where are you going?” Billy asked once he took notice you were walking away without another word to him. He felt kind hurt that you gotten up and just left out of the blue. Did he do something wrong? 

When you didn’t even turn around to look at him and he continued to see your back, he sighed ignoring the girls and locking the car as he ran over to catch up with you. He ran ahead of you to catch your eyes in hoping to see what was wrong. 

“  Where are you going?” 

“ I’m going home, Billy” he frowned stopping you in your track having you bump into him. 

“ I’m sorry, I thought I was having fun back there” he motion to where his car was parked. The beautiful Camaro that you were so desperately wanted to drive. 

“ Then go have fun” you mumbled refusing to look at him when a smirk appears on Billy’s face as he chuckles. “ You jealous that I’ve asked another girl to take a ride in my new car? Is that it? You want to be the first one to claim the passenger seat? Hm?” 

Your eyes snapped towards him watching the smirk on his face dropped when he noticed the hurt look on your face. His face immediately goes soft. 

“ I didn’t think it was such a big deal to you” he says. 

“ It’s not that” you shook your head, swallowing the lump in your throat and feeling your heart race knowing you can’t tell him what you want to tell him. It was just to painful to watch him talk and flirt with girls. It’s been something going on for awhile and you were always there to witness it. It just hurts. 

“ Then, what is it?” He continued to press wanting to know what’s going on. 

When you remained silent, he sighed. You don’t know when he happened to stand in front of you because you felt his fingers cup your chin and brings your face that you were locking eyes with him again. His blue eyes stared into your own begging you to talk to him. 

“ No other girl will take your place if that’s what your worried about princess” he says. That nickname. He used it once or twice on a girl he talked too and now he’s using it on you. It makes you melt inside. 

“ Billy” he shook his head hushing you with a finger over his lips. “ I mean it, no other girl stands a chance against you in my life” he offers you a small smile, one of those rare smiles he does and it’s only been reserved for you. You were the only person to see him smile like that. 

“ Come on, I’ll take you for a ride” he says. His hand drops from your chin causing you to frown and already missing his touch. He waits for you to join him by your side and you follow him casting a look at the other girls that were waiting for him seeing the whole interaction between you and Billy. 

Jealousy flared in their eyes and you could tell. 

As you slipped into his car, you turned to look at how beautiful he is and the sound of the roaring engine caused Billy to get excited as he yelled happily, and turned to you to see you were already looking at him. It shocked him a bit and his eyes widen as his cheeks redden. 

“ What?” He asked. 

“ Nothing, are you going to drive or not?” He hummed putting his arm behind your seat to back out the space and asked if you were ready. 

You nodded your head watching him as he happily yelled driving off towards your house with music blasting. You rarely saw him happy and this was one of the moments you didn’t want to forget about him. 

The sound of waves filled you with calmness as you sat on the beach with your head tilting up with your eyes closed letting the sun hit you. Billy sat next to you with his legs stretched out and in his swimming trunks, his shoes by his side and his hands fiddling with one another while he stared at the sand. 

The silence was killing you and when you turned to look at him, you felt like something was wrong from the way he was playing with his hands and refusing to look at you. 

“ Billy?” A hand on his shoulder brought him out of his head. He felt his throat dry up and his stomach was in knots. Not the nice knots when you have a crush on someone or something along the lines. It was something else and it was killing him. 

“ What’s going on? Why are you so quiet?” His head turned and his eyes locked with yours. His eyes held sadness in them that your heart pulled strings watching him. 

“ Did Neil do something? I’m going to kick his ass again, you know I can” Billy chuckled as he shook his head. Only you would lighten the mood up at situation like this.

“ I need to talk to you about something” he says. You nodded your head urging him to go on. 

“ I’m moving” he says. Your eyes blinked a couple of times, not really sure that you had heard him correctly or not. He was moving?

“ W-wher?” You asked, voice cracking at the thought of losing your best friend and the only man that you felt cared about you. 

“ Indiana, Hawkins. Neil got a new job over there and we’re all moving” he says, head hanging. It was really hurting him that he was going to have to leave you, his best friend and the only person he knows that cares about him. Like really cares about him. 

“ I don’t want you to go” you turn your full body towards him and throw your hands over his shoulder to hug him while leaning your head against his curls. His hair smelled like the ocean mixed with his own scent. 

Billy pouted as his hand came over yours to hug you back. You were the only person he allowed to touch him and hug him. 

“ I don’t want to go either” you pulled away from him and moved the curls away from his face that you can see him better.

“ Then don’t go, stay with me” He sighed and turned to look at you. You swore he was the most beautiful person you have ever seen in your life. He looked at you like he could give you the world but right now he was heart broken.

“ Neil would have my ass, your dad too and Maxine…” he trails off like he doesn’t want to mention he thought of leaving her and Neil might hurt her instead if he leaves. “ I can’t..” He swallows the lump in his throat and looks at you with tears in his eyes. 

“ You can’t leave me..” Your voice shook as you shook your head. “ How am I suppose to do this without you?”  

Billy wanted to throw himself onto you and hold you for dear life. He wanted to stay and continue to be here in California where he felt the most at home. He didn’t want to make new friends, he didn’t want to see new faces and he didn’t want to start a new school. 

Your shoulder shook as tears roll down your cheeks. This wasn’t fair. 

“ Can I got with you?” You asked. “ I can clean, cook and I can sleep on the floor” you added in hopes Billy would say that you could.

He sniffled as his head falls onto your shoulder. He wants to be close to you. He needs to be close to you. 

“ Neil won’t let you” Billy says. He wants more than anything for you to come along but he’s scared, he is scared what Neil might do to you and let alone him. “ Your father will not let you go either” he picked up his head as his blue tear eyes look at you. 

“ I’m going to miss you” you tell him. “ A whole lot” 

“ I’m going to miss you too” your hands cup his face and for the first time there, you both felt like you were disconnecting from your person. A piece of your heart was being handed to him and his own to you. 

“ Are you taking the Camaro?” A small chuckle escapes from him knowing you want his car if he ever left or something happened to him. “ I knew you were going to ask that” 

You shrugged. 

“ I am taking my baby with me” he says.

You two spend the rest of the day sitting like that, listening to the waves and staring at each other in the eye, no words exchanged. Billy felt the most home here in Californian, with you. He swore to himself he wasn’t going to find anyone compared to you. 

You dreaded the day when he had to move. You stood on the side walk watching him close the trunk of his car one last time and turned to look at you. Neil was grunting in disgust while Susan calmed him down, or tried to while Max watched with sadness. She loved how you affected her step brother, and she knew his secret and yours too. 

The both of you had found each other, you were each other favorite person and the secret was the two of you were in love with each other. It was much more difficult for Billy to grasp on what that is, but he sure knew that besides his mom, you were the only person to make him feel safe. 

“ It’s time to go, Billy” Susan tells him. Neil had already gotten into his car, clearly annoyed that he had to drag Billy with him. But Billy still lived under Neil’s roof. 

Billy threw his arms around you and buried his face into your shoulder. He took a deep breath in trying to remembering your scent that it would always stay with him. You hugged him tight, wanting to remember how his curls would feel underneath your fingertips, how good he always smelled, how his smile widen when you appeared at his door step, how he was the only person to make you laugh and smile like no other and how he was the only person that made you realize what love is like. 

He made you feel safe as much as you made him feel safe. He pulled away from you not wanting to let go of you, of his moment, of having you in his arms. Your hands came up to his cheeks feeling his tears run down his cheeks. He had his eyes closed not wanting to see the hurt in your eyes.

But you chose to tell him. You chose to tell him in this moment that he could have. To have him understand that someone loved him like no one has loved anything before. 

“ I’ll come see you once I’m done with high school, and we can make new memories” He nodded giving your hips a squeeze showing you he was listening. “ Billy” his eyes opened at  the sound of his name. 

 “ Don’t forget me, Billy Hargrove” he shook his head. 

“ Never” He says. 

“ I love you Billy” 

In answer he nods, smiling. Of course you love him, your his best friend but you shook your head. That’s not exactly what you meant by that. 

“ No, Billy. I love you Billy Hargrove” his eyes widen at the words and mouth a jar as he pulled away from you but his hands were on your hips. His heart raced at the words and he thought he would never find anyone that would love him like he wanted. But here you were telling him that you did. 

In response, he took your hands in his and laced it with his, squeezing four times letting you know that he loved you too. It was his way of showing you that he felt the same and that was never going to change. His hands slipped away from yours as he stood back not wanting to anger Neil any more than he already has and made his way to the Camaro. He was about to open the door when he felt himself turned around and a pair of lips smashed against his.

A small sound escaped from him as his eyes widen realizing you were kissing him. He came to his senses not long and closed his eyes as he kissed you back. He wanted to stay like this forever. 

“ Enough!” Neil’s voice boomed causing you to pull away and glare over at Neil who gritted his teeth. 

The sound of Billy’s door handle caught your attention as he opened it and sat inside. He was driving there all on his own following Neil. He turn to start the car when your hands reached out to grab him by his shirt and he turns his head to have your lips meet his one more time. His hand dropped from the steering wheel and comes up behind your head, kissing you back. The kiss doesn’t last too long as Neil horn beeps breaking the kiss between you two.

“ One day he’s going to have what’s coming for him” Billy chuckles watching you pull your head out of his car window, and in sadness he puts the car in drive. He doesn’t look at you because if he does, he might never leave. 

“ I love you!” You shout to him as he drive off leaving you on the side of the road watching him leave. He looks into the review mirror at you getting smaller and smaller and the tears never stop running.

He hates Neil more than anything. Max turns around in the car watching as Billy cries as he drives behind Neil and her heart pulls heart strings wanting to scream at Billy to go back but she doesn’t and sits back. 

“ Pathetic” Neil mumbles looking at the review mirror at Billy seeing him cry. “ What a baby” Susan looks at him disapprovingly but doesn’t say anything. She can’t. 

Your heart feels like someone drove over it as you collapse onto the ground feeling like you lost a piece of your heart. 

Your father stood by the door of the house watching you pack your car, confused on where you off too suddenly. Things between your father and you haven’t changed, you’ve been taking care of him and he hasn’t been the best to you either. Raising his hand at you and raising his voice. 

“ Where do you think your going?” He asks. “ Get back in the house and make some dinner” he says pointing behind him. You huffed, and turn to glance at him with your hands on your hips. You were growing more tired of him as the days go by. 

“ Dad, I’ve been taking care of you since I was a little girl, it’s time I do something about it” he frowned and his hands grew into fists. 

“ Get back in the house before I come get you myself” he says. 

“ No dad, I finished school and I have saved enough money to make my own choice now. I am leaving and I am not coming back” your father grew angrier by the minute. 

“ Listen here you little girl, get back in the house and stop talking nonsense” 

“ No” you said getting into your own car. It wasn’t much but it got you places and as you started to drive off, your father reached the end of the driveway to catch up with you but it was no use as you were driving down the road. You let out a deep breath looking at the review mirror, happy to get away from that man. 

You were finally free and making the drive to Hawkins. 

“I’m coming, Billy” your foot pressed on the gas, with a smile on your face you were ready to see your best friend and the man you still loved after all this time. 

You didn’t know who to look for when you arrived at Hawkins, you had no place to stay and you had no idea where Billy was living. Was he still living with Neil? Was he safe? Was Max safe? All the questions ran through your head giving you a headache. You had checked into the hotel as your best choice, but you were hungry and looking for something to eat when you stumbled upon a diner. 

The sound of the bell rang above your head signaling a new customer, you had walked in. You chose a booth not too far off the door and folded your hands on the table waiting patiently for a waitress or a waiter to come by. A pair of voices had caught your attention when they walked through the door. 

“ She’s in a coma, I’m not sure we can all visit her” one voice said. 

“ Max doesn’t deserve this” another said. 

“ It’s been a long day, I am craving a burger. What are you getting?” Another voice asked. The name had caught your attention and you turned your attention to them to see if you could listen in more on what they were saying. But could they be talking about the same Max you were looking for? 

You were too lost in your thought to notice that one of them took notice that you were staring at them.

“ Can we help you?” He asked. He had chestnut hair, some strand hanging in front of his forehead, he had brown eyes and had some moles on his face and he looked older than the others. 

“Um…” you slide out of your seat and made your way over to their table, standing there.

“ I’m sorry, but you said the name Max. It wouldn’t be Max Mayfield by ay chance, would it?” They all looked at each other before turning back to you. 

“ Who are you and how do you know her?” 

“ My name is Y/N and her step brother, Billy is my best friend. Is he around too?” You asked. They were silent and fidgeting when you mentioned his name like they have heard about him but refused to talk about it. 

“ Billy is dead” one of them said quickly, causing your mouth to drop in surprise because you weren’t believing it. The guy that spoke up to your first, hit the other one who told you that Billy was dead in the arm with a glare.

“ Ow! What was that for?” He asked. 

“ Dude, we don’t even know her” The other pointed to you not noticing tears becoming to stream down your face. He finally turned his head noticing the look on your face and stood up, to have you only faint in his arms while he yelled for help. Your vision blurred and your eyes closed. 

No one knew what the government has been secretly hiding, at StarCourt mall when they found a dead Billy Hargrove, they took him back to the labs to have to be looked after. Firstly, Billy laid there on the table with black veins over him, in a white tank top and jeans covered in dirt. They examined his wounds and how the mind flyer killed him. 

They were going to bring Billy back to life even though many told them it was impossible to do so. They used all the methods they could do even closing up his wounds and instructing the small veins running through him and for some reason, some miracle, something made his eyes open. 

Billy stared at the light above his head, wincing at the brightness of it and groaned not knowing where he was or who he was for that matter. He rose up quickly seeing tubes connected to him. To his legs. To his arms. To his chest. He stared down at how own chest seeing scares shield up and as he reached touch it, someone spoke out. 

“ Don’t touch” he looked to see a doctor next to him, examining him and touching his arms.

“ Do you feel pain here?” He asked. Billy shook his head while he watched the doctor check on him. 

Billy felt really weird.

“ What is this place?” He asked looking around. “ Who are you?” He continued to ask questions and even asked who he was. Poor Billy has lost memories and doesn’t know who he is. It was like a whole new Billy has been born alive. 

Test after tests were being performed on Billy and each time, he failed to understand his name, where he lived, where he came from and any past memory he had. It wasn’t until they brought a file to him and laid it on top of the table. 

Billy reached out with his hands to open it to see a picture of you. His eyebrows pinched together in confusion on who you were first and he answered that he didn’t know you, he was going to push it away when he heard the laughter in his head. It sounded like a girl. The image appeared in his head as he lived the memory of the little girl shielding a boy from someone. His breath hitched when he noticed his own eyes, he was the little boy and the little girl stood her ground screaming at the other person. It’s the same girl in the picture of the table.

He shook his head, not wanting anymore test done to him. Day after day, the doctors performed more test and each day Billy was remembering who he was, where he came from, what his father did to him, his step sister Maxine, and then you. The person he left back in California.

“ I have to get back to her” he shouts at the doctors. His back against the wall as he shouts, anger growing in him.

“ You’ve done a great job, Billy. But you’re not ready for the world yet” they said to him. He slide against the wall not knowing what to do. His energy wasn’t fully there, his memories was. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he mumbled your name over and over again, how he wished he was with you.

You stared at Max’s body as she laid in the hospital bed, in coma. You had learned the names of her friends that she made here once she move here. Your heart was broken that Billy wasn’t alive, he should of been here and you didn’t know the full story of what happened, but you wished you were there when he died. At least to hold him. 

“I’m so sorry Max, I should of been here when this happened…” you took a hold of her hand in your own. 

“ Are you staying in Hawkins?” You believe his name was Steve who asked you while he stood on the other side of the bed. 

“ I am for now, spending a few nights in a hotel” 

“ Why don’t you stay with me? I live in a big house, my parents are gone most of the time” 

“ Dude!” Mike you believe his name was, hit Steve in the shoulder. “ You don’t even know her and now your letting her stay in your house?” 

Steve sighed as he looked over at Mike, “ she seems like a trust worthy person and she knows Max… and Billy” he sent you an apologetic look not really know how close you were with Billy. 

“ What if she is a serial killer or something?” 

“ You know I’m right here” 

“ She’s not” you turn your head to glance at the girl in the room that supposedly has some sort of powers. “ Max talked about her” she adds.

“ She did?” You asked. 

El was her name that she told you, nodded her head. 

“ You made her feel safe, her brother too” she says. “ I’m sorry” 

Later that night you had a room to stay in Steve house not really knowing him and yet he trusted you already, that was until you got back on your feet but he told you that you could stay as long as you liked. He helped you settle in. 

“ You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but who was Billy to you?” 

You hummed placing your clothes on the spare bed. 

“ He was my best friend and the person I fell in love with” Steve looked at you in disbelief because he didn’t really think that Billy had someone like you who looked at  him like that. 

“How long were you two together?” He continued to ask. 

“ We weren’t” Steve looked at you confused. 

“ I told him I loved him the day before he left” Steve’s heart sank to his stomach as he made his way over to you and placed a hand on your shoulder.

“ He wasn’t a good guy to us, and I’m sorry for your loss” 

“ Thank you” you turn to look at him offering him a smile. 

Now it was your turn to ask. 

“How did he die?” Steve face disappeared of any color on his face as he froze in his spot.

“ I don’t thin you’ll understand” 

“ Try me” he swallowed and nodded his head. 

“ Where do I begin?” He asked sitting on top of the bed as you followed. 

“ At the beginning, I want to know what happened and how” He nodded not really sure if you were going to handle hearing about the monsters crawling into Hawkins, how Billy died, Barb and about Vecna. As he told you the story, it took almost the whole night until morning for you to sit there and listen and when he was done, you were a loss of words. 

“ I wish I was there to help” you tell him. He smiled at your offering but shook his head, “ It would be too dangerous for you.” 

“ Thank you, but I think I would make a badass member to the gang” he laughed and that was the night that your friendship with Steve started to blossom. You trusted him most in the gang, until Robin stuck to your side and that’s when it was like the three of you were like the three musketeers. 

You wondered if Billy was looking down on you and rolling his eyes how you found them. Months go by, Billy was making more progress in the lab as he was growing stronger and healthier. He wasn’t labeled as a number. Billy. That was his name and that’s what they used. To your surprise and your new friends surprise, Max ended up waking up from her coma but it left her in a wheelchair. 

When she found out that you were out looking for her and found her, became friends with her friends, she was in tears of happiness and she apologized that she couldn’t save Billy in time. You simply promised her that from that day forward as long as she stuck to your side, that you were going to protect her from anything. 

She became like a sister to you. 

Things were going good, you were living with Max in a small apartment that you found not too far away from everyone. You were looking after Max with her friends visiting and Lucas and her rekindling how they felt about each other. It was cute. 

You had spend every day thinking about Billy and how your future would of been like with him. You miss him so much. You haven’t found anyone new to date, and you didn’t plan too any time soon.

You were comfortable with your life, at least for now. Not until there was a knock at the door that startled you. You looked over to Max who was watching Tv to see her looking at you with worry in her eyes.

“ Did you invite anyone?” You asked her. She shook her head. 

“ Did you?” You shook your head before making your way over to the door. Your heart was racing getting the feeling that who was on the other side of the door was not who you want to see. You threw the door opened and slammed the door shut right away. 

“ Who is it?” Max asked, rolling the wheel chair over to you. Your body shook in fear at who you saw at the door. It couldn’t be, he was dead. How was he alive? 

Max reached for the door knob and opened the door letting it swing open as her eyes widen seeing he was standing there. His curls were matted down a bit, his blue eyes stared down at his step sister in a wheel chair, and the color of his face was back to normal. He didn’t have any veins as he sued to. He wore a black leather jacket on him with a white shirt underneath with a pair of jeans. 

Billy. 

“ Who are you? What do you want?!” Max yelled. “ I will crush your feet with my wheelchair if you don’t speak” Billy couldn’t help but snicker hearing Max. 

“ Max, it’s me” he put his hand on his chest, patting it. “ It’s Billy” he says. 

“ No, my step brother died. Who are you?!” 

Meanwhile you had your eyes closed and standing against the wall trying to grasp at who you saw. He wasn’t real. He wasn’t real. That’s what you kept repeating in your head. How could he be here? 

“ Billy Hargrove, you know who I am” he says. Max shook her head rolling her wheelchair away from him and about to close the door when his foot got in the way. He opened the door while Max rolled back, in fear that she was seeing things. 

He stood there with his back to you when you opened your eyes and it wasn’t until he felt the shovers that he knew you were standing there. Those blue eyes turned to glance over at you over his shoulder, and they glossed over. 

You were here in Hawkins living with Max, looking after her. 

“ Y/N..” He spoke your name like it was the most angelic thing he has ever said to you. 

“ B-Billy..” He nods his head as he opens his arms and what he didn’t expect was for you to punch him in the chest repeatedly with tears streaming down your cheeks.

“ How could you?!” You kept repeating and he took every hit from you as he looked down before your arms wrapped themselves around him. Your tears soaking his chest. 

“ It’s me” he says, wrapping his arms around you as his lips brush over your forehead. “ How could you leave me?” You asked, your voice sound so broken that all he wants is to hide you away and kiss it all way. 

“ I’m sorry” he kept saying as he rocked with you back and forth on his feet. He pulls away after he hears you stop crying and cups your face with both his hands. 

“ It’s you” you mumble to which he nods. But you need more of him to make it real. Your eyes drop down to his lips and then back to his eyes as a way to tell him what you needed from him. He happily was going to kiss you. 

One of his hands went behind your head as he leaned in pushing his lips against yours with hunger, I’m sorry in it and that he still loves you after all this time in just one kiss. Your heart fluttered feeling the cracks made to your heart heal back having him back in your arms. One of your hands goes into his curls, tugging it causing him to groan and the sound of Max making fake barf noise made you pull away and laugh. 

“ Forgot you were in the room” 

“ Gee, thank you” she rolls her eyes. Billy turns to face Max. His eyes brimmed with tears as he walked over to her and kneel before her. 

“ I’m sorry, Max. I’m so sorry” she shook her head and fell into his arms without another word. Your own eyes brim with tears seeing them hug like this. You had never seen them to do this. Not once. 

“ Quick question” Billy pulls away from Max and looks over at you.

“ What happened to my car?” He asked. “ I know it’s destroyed and all but did someone else get it?” 

You laughed, fishing the keys out of the bowl by the door. 

“ You think I let someone else have her?” You swung the keys in front of him. 

Billy laughed as he stood up, “ I knew you always wanted my car.” 

“ Maybe, but more of the man who loved driving it” you winked. His cheeks flushed red.

“ You two are gross” Max says. 

“ Why don’t we go for a ride?” You asked, throwing the keys at him which he catches it. 

“ I thought you never asked”

[seventeenplug]

Seventeen Vernon X Reader

Sulking on set♡

Pairing: Vernon X Reader 

Genre: Fluff

Warning: mentions of puke and just blunt cringe first meeting ;-;

Summary: After long days of not seeing each other, the members of Seventeen decide that it would be a good idea to invite you to the set to cheer up a sulked Vernon.

Word Count : 1,9K

It had been days since you had last had a nice meal with your boyfriend of 6 months, promotions were tight and the comeback was soon, this was to be expected by you. You did know the relationship came with strings attached that could never be cut.

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The two of you had met 6 months prior to the comeback's announcement after meeting on a lonely winter night by the Han River. It was cringy and it was cheesy, but you wouldn't change the fact that your drunkness had caused you to trip over Hansol's leg, which was indeed tucked away and not on your way like you argued that day.

He apologized nonetheless, and you continued on your drunk arguing, finger pointed at him as you accused him of purposefully tripping you, which had never been the case. It wasn't any better when the man laughed at your actions causing you to get even redder with anger. A sudden wave of sickness hit you hard the next second, and before you even knew it you were doubling over and puking your dinner and cheap soju on the man's shoes.

The poor man was surprisingly nonacholantic to it all, and simply patted your back awkwardly as you emptied your stomach on his brand new shoes, that sure made you sober up and after heaving on top of him you woke back to life, standing up straight with wide eyes and covering your mouth.

“I’m so sorry!” You hurriedly said bowing fully at 90º, which was probably not the best idea as you felt your head throb.

“argh” you moaned in pain, grabbing onto your head.

“Are you okay?” the man asked you, your eyes looking ahead, his head lowered to look at you, worry flashing through his eyes, you nod standing back up.

“Your shoes…I’m sorry” you repeated, lips tight into a line as you eyed the disgusting cover on them.

"It 's fine. Really. Are you really okay though? Have you sobered up?” He joked, a slight smile on his face. Your face thankfully already red, doesn’t showcase the way your whole body burned up in embarrassment.

“I think so… I will pay for the cleaner-” you grimaced at the sight of his poor shoes.

“I’ll buy you new ones” you offered, sloppily reaching for your handbag, only to realize that it wasn’t there.

Frantic arms move around your body as your eyes move like crazy looking around the whole place.

“Did you lose something?” he questions, eyes also searching around.

“My…my bag” you sigh, hand moving from grabbing your head to your hair, brushing your hair away from your face.

“Gosh, I’m so stupid…”You mumbled, angry because you’re sober and recalling that you just lost your job and now angry because you’re sober, jobless and lost your wallet, phone and house keys.

You didn’t know it then, you didn’t get why he kept asking what color your bag was, the size and what belongings were inside along with your name. You soon learned that he was an idol as he removed his hood and mask.

He was none other than Vernon from Seventeen and he had just posted about a ‘friend’ who had lost her purse.

Shock wasn’t the best word to describe your feeling when you found out who he was, all of you wished to have superpowers so that you could make yourself disappear and erase his memory of you. Not only was he a famous idol whose group you knew and liked. But he was also your favorite member of said group…

It was a memorable event for the two of you, as by the end of the night and beginning of dawn you had bought him shoes at a local store that was somehow still open.

And then someone claimed the bag as a missing item and Hansol accompanied you to said location of the person who had in hand your belongings to make sure that it wasn’t a hoax nor dangerous.

The person was a girl, also a fan who handed you the bag and whom Vernon spoke to, thanking her deeply with you bowing in the background and thanking her for your life.

After it all, Vernon decided to give you his phone number, just in case you lost something important in public again. Taking use of it, you texted him after you two had said goodbye, him back almost out of sight.

“I lost something” you text.

“What was it?” 

“You” 

Given he came back, a small smile on his face.

The two of you decided to eat something together at 6am.

But now, sitting in your lonely studio apartment, you wondered how he was. He had begun to practice for a comeback as it was merely weeks away and he had a lot to do and practice. It made it hard to text and call each other, but worst to it was the fact that he now barely had time to even hang out with you.

Sitting on your small sofa you looked out your window as a drama played on your tv, the sound almost gone as your focus stayed on the lives outside in the busy streets of Seoul.

“For just how long will they be busy?” you whined, hand thrown back onto the head of the sofa sighing.

On your coffee table, your phone begins to vibrate, the name, ‘Scoops of Icecream’ flashing on your screen, a wide smile breaking out on your face as you hurriedly reach forward to answer the call.

“Hello?” you say, trying your best to conceal your happiness.

“Hey, Hey. Do you think you can stop real quick?” Seungcheol asked, sighing at the other end.

“Why? What’s wrong?” you ask, beginning to worry.

“The kids were playing and now Vernon is sulking over a game of mafia because of Mingyu” you could sense the eye roll, lips tight as you try not to burst out laughing as you hear him put the phone away from his ear to scream for the members to be quiet.

“I’ll be there in 20” you laugh softly.

“Thank you! Gotta go, Hoshi is- HOSHI!” the call disconnects before he can even finish, and you’re almost thankful seeing as if he called for Hoshi there would for sure be chaos occurring.

Just like you had told him you got there within 20 minutes of the call, walking with 4 trays of coffee and a bag filled with snacks that you had hurriedly bought from the stop beside your apartment.

“Y/N!” Dino almost runs as he catches sight of you at the entrance, the members all turning to look at the mention of your name.

Your eyes look around smiling and bowing slightly at everyone until your eyes reach your boyfriend’s.

Alike Seungcheol’s mention, he had a pout on his face, arms crossed over his chest, puppy eyes staring straight at you that almost screamed ‘unfair’.

“I brought coffee and snacks!” you raise the bags before plopping them down onto a nearby table.

“What brought you here?” Joshua smiles as he takes a coffee.

“I heard someone was sulking so I had to check it out” you joke, a loud huff being heard by everyone.

The members looked almost shocked, sure, Vernon liked to show emotion and he was great at expressing his feelings with his face, but noise? They had never expected him to be lousy with words, much less to make cute expressions or noises to catch the attention of someone.

“Mingyu, you should play gently” you laugh bumping onto his shoulder as he takes a chocolate bar from the bag.

“He’s the sore loser. I said that Jun’s the mafia but he didn’t believe me, said it was me and then got killed” he shrugs, to which you laughed.

Vernon finally stands up walking your way, you pout back at him just as he nears you and almost falls into your arms.

“I missed you” he mumbled sweetly, your hand instinctively pats at his back while the other runs through his hair.

“me too”

“Ey! Have some mercy to the single ones” Seungkwan groaned, taking a coffee and walking away with Jeonghan who winked at the two.

“What were you sulking about?” That was the hard question, and it was also the one with the longest response.

“Look! Mingyu was suspicious from the start! He even said he didn't’ know the rules”

“HOW WOULD HE NOT KNOW THE RULES?! TO MÁFIA!" Hoshi’s voice boomed through the music video set, his frame jumping from the couch and racing to the couple who was still standing by the table with the coffee and snacks.

The rest of the groups now watched attentively as Mingyu sipped on his cup, looking up from time to time.

“Mingyu was suspicious and Jun was just…quiet!” Vernon argued.

“I was right, just admit it. You got innocent killed” Mingyu counteredback, gasps heard all around.

“You -”

The argument was long as the three of them, Mingyu, Vernon and Hoshi argued against each other, most of the members having already gone back to the things, meanwhile Jun, alike his game persona per description of Vernon, watched very silently, a small smirk on his face.

His eyes connect with yours, you have to contain yourself not to snicker as the boy winks playfully, telling you all you needed to know. He would do it again.

“Ok, ok. How about this” you intervene between the men.

“Play again, see who is right now and who isn’t” you suggest.

Success, the three men manage to convince the whole group who is gathering around to play again as the staff assign roles.

“You okay? Wasn’t work hard today?” Vernon asks as he laces his fingers with yours, gently squeezing.

“It’s my day off today” you smile, his eyes widened. You could tell he was slightly embarrassed but you easily calm him by squeezing his hand.

“You’re busy, it’s fine. I get it. At least I got to see you today” you smiled comfortingly.

“I’m sorry for not being attentive to you” he pouts once more.

Your eyes lower to his lips, you notice how he puckers them even more, your eyes moving to his, his eyebrows raising playfully as he makes kissy noises.

You laugh, but nonetheless kiss his pouty lips, slightly dry and in definite need of some chapstick.

“I know, I know. I’ll put it on after” he grumbles, already aware of what you would complain about.

He licks his lips, pecking you just once more before he’s called onto the set to film another mafia game.

“Stay here! We’ll go out to eat after, I promise!” He smiles, moving towards his group, his hand still on yours until the very end. You nod enthusiastically, finally far as your hands disconnect and you sit back to watch the chaos.

This time, Joshua and Jeonghan were the mafias…

It was safe to say that Vernon’s bickering and pouting just got worse as he once more got fooled and you had to console the boy for the whole night.

FIN˜

[katnisspeetaprim]

Who's Your Favourite pt.6

Jung Hoseok/actress!Reader

Summary: You and Hoseok decide it's time to take the next step.

Warnings: Flluff, angst, swearing

Word Count: 1971 M.list Series M.list

January 2020

It had been around 3 months since you had officially moved to Korea. It’s been a busy few months for the both of you. You had also been able to spend your first real Christmas together, since the first time had to be done long distance.

December 2019

Hobi had asked you travel back home with him to meet his parents and his sister for the first time. You were a nervous wreck when you arrived at their home but he assured you that his parents were eager to meet you, having heard so much about you through him. You had nothing to worry about in the end. His parents seemed to like you and approve of their sons choices. Ji-woo and you seemed to get on like a house on fire much to Hobi’s relief. He’d been anxious about you meeting Ji-woo ever since he went to her for advice about your relationship, but now he couldn’t be happier that you were getting along with his family.

‘You should model for my brand at some point Y/N, you’d be perfect!’ She suddenly proposed whilst you were nursing a glass of wine outside on the patio, snuggled up in blankets together.

‘Oh I don’t know about that. I’ve never modelled before.’ You laughed and blushed lightly.

‘Don’t worry about that! I can help direct you. Don’t you think it would be a good idea Hobi?’

‘What would be a good idea?’ He questioned, coming to sit next to you. You opened your blanket so he could stay warm with you.

‘Your sister thinks I should model for her.’ You explained, cringing slightly at the thought.

‘That is a good idea! You’ve never modelled before right? It would be good experience for you.’ He grinned at you, excited by the idea of you being a model. You groaned and buried your face in his shoulder.

‘Why does everybody think this is such a good idea!’

‘Come on Y/N. You’ll do great!’  Ji-woo pleaded with you. ‘Plus it will give us an excuse to hang out and get to know each other more.’ You looked up to see her face, desperate for you to agree.

‘Ok fine!’ You gave in with a dramatic sigh. ‘But you better not make me look like an idiot!’

January 2020

You had yet to actually set up a date for the modelling, but Ji-woo assured you that she would be in touch when she had a more solid ground work for her new line. It made you think though... Would people be suspicious about you modelling for her brand? Even though Ji-woo’s brand has nothing to do with BTS, because she is his sister people would wonder about why you were randomly working with her. Rumours would start and speculation would spread around the internet.

‘Hey Hobi? How do you feel about going public?’ You were nervous to ask, but it was a conversation that needed to be had. You had decided to ask him whilst you were out to dinner one night. It’s been 3 months since you finalised your move, but since then, and with Christmas, this was the first opportunity you had to actually go out and celebrate the move.

He’d taken you to one of his favourite places and got the two of you a private table in the back of the restaurant. You were waiting for your food when you bought up the topic.

‘You mean us right?’ He clarified. ‘What’s bought this on?’

‘Well we’ve been together for well over a year now, plus I just moved here for you.’ You swirled the dark liquid round your glass before taking a nervous sip.

‘And when Ji-woo talked to me about modelling, it made me think... I guess I’m just tired of being kept a secret.’ You confessed and slumped down in your chair.

‘I don’t like it either, but I have to go through a lot of people at the company to get the go ahead for that.’ He sighed, also taking a long swig from his glass. It was at that moment that the servers bought in your food. Why do they always choose the most awkward moments to appear? You gave a tight smile and thanked them as they scurried out of the room, leaving you both in silence, save for the distant classical music playing.

‘Sorry. It looks like I’ve ruined the mood.’ You mumbled as you pushed around your food, suddenly loosing your appetite.

‘Don’t say that... You didn’t ruin anything.’ Hoseok smiled at you when you looked up at him with sad eyes.

‘Tell you what. I’ll call Sejin tomorrow and ask about our options.’

Getting the green light from BigHit was easier than expected. Hoseok had kept his word and called the manager the next day, bright and early.

‘Hoseok, if you and Y/N want to go public then you can. You know we don’t have a problem with you guys dating.’ He sighed to himself before continuing. ‘Just give us some time and we’ll come up with a statement.’ Sejin seemed almost offended that Hoseok had even asked if it was something that could happen. BigHit had given the boys a lot more freedom in more recent years, certainly a lot more than other groups in the industry. So when Hoseok called him, he was more than happy to get everything sorted for you.

‘Is it weird that I’m kinda nervous about the announcement?’ You asked as you looked over the clothing on the rack. Hobi and you had decided to go out for the day. A shopping spree where you looked at clothing with price tags that made your eyes water. Even though the store you were in was high end and you had to be buzzed in, Hoseok still kept his face covered with a mask and a hat, just to be safe.

‘Definitely not. You can never judge how people will react online.’ He watched as you eyed up the tag on another dress, nose scrunching up.

‘You know I can just buy you anything you want right?’ He said like it was no big deal.

‘Yeah no. I have my own money you know.’ You scoffed. You hated when he did that. Offering to pay for things. You had more than enough money, you just didn’t feel the need to buy things just for the sake of it. He shrugged, knowing not to push the issue, and went over to look at the small jewellery case near the counter.

Just as you picked up a purse that you both liked, and was a reasonable price your phone buzzed in your pocket. It was a notification from the official BigHit twitter account. Attached to the tweet was their official statement about you and Hoseok.

‘Hobi! It’s out.’ You hurried over to him, purse now forgotten as you shoved your phone in his face. He span around and squinted at you, before glancing around self consciously.

‘Let’s go to the cafe across the street. It’s quiet over there.’ You agreed and both quickly left, ignoring the death glare from the attendant when you didn’t buy anything.

When you were settled in a secluded booth at the back, Hobi felt comfortable enough to remove his mask and hat, as you once again pulled up Twitter. You let out a nervous breath and grabbed Hoseok’s hand, squeezing nervously.

There were already 1000’s of comments under the post.

‘Maybe you shouldn’t look at the comments...’  Hoseok reached out to cover your phone when you started scrolling.

‘Hobi. I’ve been in the public eye since I was a kid. I know how to handle hate.’ You gave a soft smile, trying to convince him that it would be fine. He nodded hesitantly, before moving his hand away.

At first glance, all the comments were positive, most people either congratulating you or saying that they knew it. Of course there would always be negative comments, but damned if you were going to let some jealous teenager bring you down. One specific reply caught your eye, laughing out loud as you read it.

‘Hobi look!’ You pointed out the tweet to him and he also laughed, wide smile appearing.

‘I guess it’s true isn’t it?’ Hoseok huddled up next to you as you continued to scroll through the replies, almost overwhelmed at the amount of positive comments you were getting. Why had you put this off again?

That night, you noticed that your social media pages had exploded with new followers, obviously they were all ARMY coming from the announcement.

‘Wow. I’m popular now!’ You joked, looking away from your laptop to check your buzzing phone.

‘You were already popular jagi.’ Hobi had not long exited your home gym, and was now relaxing on the sofa.

Sis-woo

So does this mean that we can bring the photo shoot forward then? ;)

You chucled softly and quickly sent a reply to Ji-woo, when you got a call from an unknown number. You thought nothing of it, used to getting calls for potential roles.

‘Hello, Y/N L/N speaking.’ You put on your professional voice. ‘Hello?’ You pushed when nobody spoke.

‘Y/N?’ Your blood ran cold, hearing the voice you hadn’t heard in years.

‘I’m so glad I managed to find your number.’

‘How did you find my number?’ You spoke in disbelief. You glanced over to hoseok. He hadn’t heard you, still focused on the TV.

‘That doesn’t matter. I want to see you-‘

‘Doesn’t matter!?’ You exploded, unable to control yourself any longer.

‘Yes it matters! Loose my number and never contact me again!’ You slammed your phone down, not allowing him to respond. Throwing your phone away, you hid your face in your hands.

‘Hey, what was that about?’ Hobi had rushed over to you when you raised your voice, having been startled from his relaxed state. Hands were placed on your shoulders, rubbing gently in a comforting manner when you felt yourself starting to cry.

‘It was my dad. He somehow got my number.’ You turned round in your chair and buried your face in Hobi’s chest. He raised his eyebrows in surprise, slowly circling his arms round you.

‘You’ve never spoke about your dad.’ He spoke slowly, not wanting to push you to speak if you weren’t ready.

‘There’s not much to say.’ You pulled back and wiped your eyes and stood to grab some water.

‘He’s a pathetic excuse for a man who left my mom before I was born.’ You spat out, distain clear. Hoseok stayed quiet, letting you get out what you needed to.

‘He came back a few times, claiming he wanted to be a family, but all he was after was money, and when it ran out he would always book it.’ You shook your head, taking a shaky sip of water.

‘It only got worse when I started acting and was bringing in a lot of money. I finally convinced my mom to cut him off for good, but now he’s back apparently.’ You leaned forwards on the counter, suddenly feeling light headed.

‘How did he get your number?’ Hobi asked, coming up beside you, stroking up ad down your back.

‘Fuck. I don’t know.’ You sighed, now stressed. ‘I’m uh... Gonna call my mom. Shit, what’s even the time in the UK...’ You were mumbling to yourself as you walked off down the hall.

Hoseok thought it best to give you some space whilst you spoke to your mom.

He was honestly confused by the whole situation. You had never mentioned your dad and he never asked. What worried him though, was that he’d gotten your private number. If he had access to that, then what else did he know?

[ifhymona]

٭* Not Too Late *٭

Chapter 5 | chino moreno x reader

chapter 4 ~ chapter 6 | AO3

1.6k words

y/n’s pov:

being back with the band felt great. it was even better this time now that there was no more grudges. i think my new favorite thing to do is hang out with them.

they’ve been really good in practice lately. abe really is the coolest drummer i’ve ever seen. i find myself always focusing on his drums. stephen and chi’s riffs compliment each other very well. and chino’s voice is nothing like anything i’ve heard before. i honestly think if one of them were gone, doesn’t matter who, the band would be incomplete.

a new venue bar named the whiskey junction had just opened up in sacramento and it’s been hot recently. a lot of popular local bands have been playing there lately. i’ve been working my ass off to get this gig because i think they deserved it. i was excited to tell them the big news.

i walked into the garage when they were practicing one of their songs. i sat there on the couch and listened to them. i always enjoyed listening to all of their new stuff. i felt special to be their audience for every song.

right when they finished their song, i jumped up. “you guys will never believe what i was able to pull off!”

“oh yeah? what’d you do?” abe asked curiously.

“i was able to get you guys a gig at the whiskey junction, the new bar in town!”

“no way!!” they all cheered.

“how were you even able to book us, y/n?” chi gave me hug.

“well after a lot of convincing, you can get anything.” i joked.

chino asked “when is it?”

“it’s three weeks from now. they even have a merch table we could use! you guys could sell t-shirts and some cds!”

“oh shit. we have a lot of work to do then.” chino stressed.

“don’t worry you guys. as your assistant, i’ll take care of the merch table. all you guys need to focus on is making sure you sound perfect!”

“i mean, are you sure y/n? we can help we don’t mind.” stephen asked.

“trust me, i got it.” i said excitedly.

“well if that’s the case, i’m taking us out tonight.” chi offered.

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chi ended up taking us to this place called hot shots. it was a bar with pool tables and an arcade. i had loads of fun with them. stephen kept beating all of us though. i don’t understand how he’s so good at pool.

i’ve missed having a friend group. high school wasn’t the best. last i recall i had a real friend group was in middle school.

we left hot shots at around 10:30. chino dropped everyone else off first.

“i wanna take you somewhere.” chino told me.

“me? what are you gonna kidnap me?” i teased.

“what? no of course not.” he chuckled nervously. “i just-“ he collected himself. “i just thought you know we haven’t really hung out in a while. i mean we have but i meant just the two of us. like old times.” he shrugged.

“well, where would you like to take me?” i smiled.

“just you wait.” he smiled back.

~

“no way!” i ran towards the park he took me to. “i can’t believe you remember this place!”

“how could i forget? this is where we would always go when we wanted to sneak out together.” he sat down on his swing. i sat on mine.

there was an awkward tension. i guess it’s just been so long since it’s been the two of us like this. “so, what did you wanna talk about?” i asked hoping it would clear some of the awkwardness in the air.

“do you remember that one time in mr.fredrick’s PE class-“ he giggled in between his sentence. “when we were playing pickleball and i said watch this and hit the pickleball towards mr. fredrick’s bald head?” he started busting up laughing.

i joined him. “yes! then it hit is head so hard it bounced off his head and his glasses fell off!” we both were dying of laughter at this point.

when it quiet down, we both sat there just smiling thinking about the whole situation. chino spoke, changing the topic.

“so, what did you do after high school?”

i knew this question would come. i was kind of embarrassed. “promise you won’t laugh?”

he nodded. “my parents wanted me to go to college but i decided i wanted to take a gap year first. then when i actually did enroll, the more time i spent there, the more i realized college just wasn’t for me. that it was more so my parents dream for me. the thing about me is, i can’t do anything for anyone else besides myself, even my parents. so i ended up dropping out.” i sighed.

“well i mean what’s there to be embarrassed about? i didn’t go to college at all.” he chuckled.

i frowned. “i don’t regret it, i just-“ i paused for a moment. “i’m just scared of being a nobody.” it went silent.

“look y/n, i know that a lot of people have made you feel like a nobody, me included, but i want you to know that people’s words don’t define who you are, your actions do. i was stupid to tell you those nasty things that day, let alone think about it. i took you for granted and today you proved everybody wrong. you did the band a real huge favor and i’ve never been more grateful ever.”

i wanted to cry so bad. i wiped my watery eyes and nervously laughed. “can i hug you?”

“do you even need to ask?” he stood up and offered his hand out to me. when i grabbed his hand, he pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around me. he held me as i let out a few tears onto his shirt. he rested his head on mine and we embraced each other. it felt like an eternity holding him. i wish it was an eternity.

i pulled back. “thank you so much chino. i’ve been needing that.”

“anytime y/n.” we sat back down.

“enough about me. what did you do after graduation?”

“summer after graduation was when we started the band. one day we randomly found out stephen knew how to play guitar so we all just randomly decided to start the deftones. i didn’t expect we would take the deftones very seriously and pursue this band as our career but i mean we did.” he chuckled.

“luckily stephen’s uncle had this mechanics garage that was owned by him but he never used it. so he let us takeover on it since he knew we needed a place to practice without disturbing anyone. we worked our asses off to try and establish our sound and who we wanted to be. then we got signed with our record label, maverick and dropped adrenaline. adrenaline was selling pretty well so we started doing lots of more shows. soon we couldn’t handle everything by ourselves since we’re not the most tedious people and boom you got hired as our assistant.”

“i honestly would’ve never thought you would become famous. not that i’m saying i never believed you couldn’t do it but you know what i mean. it’s cool seeing my best friend do good for themselves. at least one of us will make it out of sacramento.”

“pshh what are you talking about? i’m taking you with me.”

i blushed. “you guys will need to get a professional assistant sooner or later. i thought i was only a temporary assistant.”

“are you crazy? you’re the best assistant anyone can ask for. i’d rather have my best friend as an assistant than some weird professional robot who follows my orders. i ain’t no dictator.” he joked making me giggle.

he stared at me for a moment. “wait here.” he got up and ran to his car. he shuffled around in his trunk. his face lit up when he found what he was looking for. it was a blur for a moment until i was able to make out what it was. a polaroid camera.

“what’s that for?” i asked as he was walking back up the the swing. i scrunched my face at him.

“let me take your picture.” he smiled.

i rose my eyebrow. he knew how i felt about having my picture taken. “i don’t know, chino.” i shrugged.

“cmon, y/n, don’t be like that. just this once.” he clasped his hands together and pouted. “please? for me?” damn chino and his irresistible charm.

i smirked and rolled my eyes. “okay fine. but just this once.”

he grinned and got the camera ready. “smile!” i grinned back at him into the camera. the flash blinded me making me squint.

when the photo appeared, i looked at it in disgust. “burn it.”

“oh har har very funny y/n.” he rolled his eyes.

“i’m just saying!” i rose my hands up in defense. “look at how stupid i look!” i said pointing at my face.

“well i happen to like how you look in this photo.” chino chuckled.

i never wanted this night to end. and i think he didn’t want it to end either. we talked and talked and talked. i think we could’ve stayed talking but we started getting tired and i didn’t want chino to be super sleepy since he had to drop me off still.

~

we pulled up to the front of my house. it was 1:30.

“so, we’re here.”

i sighed. “yeah.” we sat there in silence for a moment. i didn’t wanna go.

“thanks for agreeing to come out with me tonight. i had a lot of fun.” he smiled.

“me too chino.” i kissed his cheek before i got out of the car. i smiled and waved bye to him. he waited till i got inside to drive off.

a/n: new chap will be out next week ! lots of love <3

[ruporas]

Esteemed artist, I would love to hear your Trigun thoughts. What specifically? Well, up to you. I saw you have a lot to say in the tags of your art and would love to hear it without the worry of a shadowban

OH..! thank you so much for your curiosity!!!

god, there is SO much to talk about in trigun, i don't even know where to start honestly.

*adding this note after i've finished typing: this is just a whole lot of rambling with unspecified direction. mainly vashwood, mainly trimax

i think the easiest is to open up with vashwood, but if i start with vashwood, not even one post will be enough to encapsulate the layers of love, tragedy, the what-ifs that could've bloomed in-between their travels, their effects on each other, etc etc… and then it also depends on which version of vashwood because the beauty of vashwood is that if you intake all 4 versions (trimax, 98 anime, stampede, badlands rumble), then you get 4 kinds of vashwood that varies in slightly different ways, and i've been incredibly plagued by the brainrot enough to think about them All.

trimax, if not obvious, is my favorite vashwood… though tristamp vashwood is constantly making me lose my mind too -- the original writing and creation of both vash and wolfwood's characters are just so dear to me, even though my gateway into this series started with stampede.

i think the significant portion of my love into vashwood is just how much i love the individual characters themselves; i mean. ok wolfwood started as my favorite character and frankly, i could be argued with that he is my favorite character, but vash is the moooost lovable man ever and a week ago, i was Constantly tearing up thinking about the solitude he faces on the daily; how pre-trimax, he was well and aware of how moment-to-moment his life was and how he can't slow down because he needed to get to knives and thus, he knew any friendships and meaningful connections wouldn't last either… and then beginning of trimax, he got peace for a bit before being forcibly dragged out of it in knowing that knives is out on the move again, but now he has this semi-permanent companion alongside him, someone who follows him and is Really good at sticking by him, so even if vash tried to run, just as he tried to shrug off the insurance girls before, it's not possible against wolfwood.

and this could go into a whole thing about how initially, vash viewed wolfwood as someone that was just following him, trailing alongside him, unwantingly by vash because it really just brings more risk to wolfwood and that's not something vash wants. he reluctantly starts to accept wolfwood's companionship after vol 3 because it was the first time he did literally try to abandon wolfwood (and failed), and as they gradually continued on this journey and learnt more about each other and fought side by side, vash developed a trust that wolfwood would be there no matter what.

though by vol 6-7, vash suffered the most immense loneliness of his life and not even his trust in wolfwood could really shake that loneliness, esp during that chapter where he had asked wolfwood if he was a guide, and hearing wolfwood's affirmative yes, imo, disheartened him, because he might've been hoping to hear something more… like a friend…! but wolfwood is PACKED with guilt and as much as he loved vash at that point and time, he knew that at the end of the day, he was still leading him to knives, as originally intended. how could he call vash as something more, something so personal and dear when that was a mission he hasn't abandoned? they just make me so ill, BUT ANYWAY… inevitably, i ramble about vashwood.

though, i do want to say also… it's funny to receive a question like this since you mention just trigun in general..! i was rereading pre-trimax and end of trimax just yesterday. i honestly don't think i'm good at grasping the overarching messages of stories, so my wording here may butcher the beautiful ending that trimax gives; but i am so floored constantly by stories that dive deep into giving the feeling of hope through the efforts of a collective and highlights connections and love between individuals… i think i remember reading nightow describing trigun as a story that shows all kinds of love and i really enjoy that. from familial love to platonic to romantic… i am blinded by shipping bias but frankly, nightow left SO many clues about the implied romance between vashwood all these years ago, So. taking their romance as canon with Pride.

i talk about vashwood a lot, but the bonds shared between vash and meryl, wolfwood and milly are also so important to me -- by extension, vash & milly, wolfwood & meryl too; this little group dubbed peace & love gang because all 4 of them fight for and believe in a future of peace & love so vehemently. the way they care for people and the kindness they embody… and the support they give each other…!!! it's unfortunate that trimax didn't give as much highlight to these 4 as a group, but nightow always leaves enough crumbs for me to snatch up and just start building my own headcanons about them… i want to elaborate on them more, but i'm hoping i can draw it out first one day!! i really like them!

but ok, i think i rambled enough DFMGKSMHKS i'm sorry i didn't really dive into specifics. if there are any specifics you or anyone would like my insights on, feel free to ask and i'll do my best to answer..! i don't think i'm much of an elaborate analyzer or anything, i just Love to ramble about my favorite things. i've considered making a side blog just to dedicate to my ramblings, but it is a really brave thing to do, so i'm not sure yet!

but thank you again for this ask and i really appreciate knowing others read my silly tags!!

[townofcadence]

6 and 7!

Munday Questions 6. What is something that you didn’t think you will write but now you are writing it?

Hmmmm. Probably Artair being transmasc/nonbinary? When I first started writing him, I was actually terrified of how people would react to that piece of info, so I kept it a secret that only I knew. I felt very unsafe mentioning it, let alone that I was trans, because of some of what i'd seen in passing. But at some point I just acknowledged it for him and myself, and a lot of people responded well enough that I gained confidence, and now I have written some scenes that revolve around his and my own noncis experiences! XD

7. What is something you didn’t think you have a problem writing it and now you stopped writing it?

Hmmmmmmm that one is harder! The only thing I can think of is that it is obscenely hard for me to play in an au where two canon characters are from the same world (like single-verse I think it's called?) if I cared deeply enough about the canon to expand on it in-depth. At least, not without ample discussion and world-building to set up a new version. I didn't used to need that! But at a point my own version of stories had so much detail and history to make it feel more immersive and rich to me, built in the areas of canon that were left empty and open to interpretation. And that made taking any of those character and putting them in a rp with someone who didn't want to figure out the gaps difficult. i just got stuck trying to figure out how to navigate a character stripped of all the lore I'd figured out. I was successful with full-fledged aus where the characters met and the circumstances were wildly different from canon, but when the characters should know each other but it was kind of up to us, and my partner didn't want to sort it out beforehand, I choked. xD

Now though, I play only OCs, and that means I don't really end up worrying about it! My characters usually have to meet people regardless of what they're from and then build their own relationship, so I get to see that history in action and there's little to none of the unknowns that used to trip me up with single-verse stuff, even if our characters are set in the same world. ^^