#it's so much fun tho!! i have the two security guards hitting on me in a lighthearted way

[born-to-lose]

"No more giving my number out to random people who flirt with me at work" I say as if I'm not going into the next shift with a pen and tissues in my pocket

[bakubabes-tatakae]

Summary: When, Y/n, the daughter of one of the biggest stock traders in town runs into someone from her past, the last thing she expects is to be pulled into the shadows. With a quirk that makes her blood heal anything she’s wanted by many, but the only one she truly wanted disappeared years ago. So when she’s taken by a man that looks exactly like him her whole world gets turned upside down.

Part Two

Warnings: language, choking, abduction, violence

Word Count: 2.1k

The crisp air pinched at your face as you slowly opened the door of the coffee shop that your family had owned for some time now. As you looked up to the sky you noticed how dark it was getting, a storm was coming. You could smell it in the air. The musty smell of the rain was present before it even started. As the wind picked up you grasped the sides of your jacket, pulling them to your body to enclose yourself in the warmth.

The city around you bustled despite the chaotic, gray clouds that loomed overhead. As much as you didn’t want to go home, you had nothing better to do. The thought of the empty house you would be going home to made your stomach turn. Another night alone…

As you walked you saw the two men that were assigned to protect you approaching. Your father had always been afraid that someone would try to get a hold of your quirk and where he was always away on business you had hired bodyguards at all times. Being twenty-three, still living at home, and having bodyguards around you constantly made it very hard to ever do anything fun.

With a quirk that made your blood heal people from the worst of injuries, even being on the brink of death, the fear of people trying to take your blood was ever present. As much as you liked having that sense of security with the guards, you hated it at the same time. All you ever wanted was to have five minutes to yourself. To really be alone.

The presence of the men behind you made you feel better, but there was an uneasy feeling in the air. Something that you weren’t able to put your finger on. You shook your head, trying to toss the thoughts out of your mind.

You could hear the men talking quietly behind you, but you ignored it, hoping that if you didn’t acknowledge them it would feel like they weren’t there. The walk to your house felt longer today than it had in a long time. The darkness around you makes the eerie feeling never leave.

As you walked into the living room of the house your stomach flipped. Being by yourself was something that you had grown accustomed too, despite your attempts to keep that from happening. You walked to the couch and let yourself fall upon it, not even bothering to turn off the lights that had been left on. You knew that the guards would be just outside the door, always there and always watching. A loud sigh left your lips as you finally reached over and turned off the lamp beside the couch.

* * * * * *

As he watched from the darkness a smirk grew on his face. He could feel the excitement in the young woman that stood next to him radiating off of her. He placed a hand on her shoulder and tried to keep her still. “Stay calm Toga. We’ll strike in time.”

Toga kept her voice low as she watched the light go off in the living room, complete darkness filling the windows. Toga was itching to go after the men that stood outside your door, she wanted nothing more than to jump them and taste their blood just a little. “Let me at them Dabi.”

Dabi twisted her head so that she was facing him. “Stop it. We’ll go when I say and there’s no way around it.”

An annoyed sound left her lips, but he grabbed her arm and slowly moved out of the alley, dragging her with him. He spoke low, careful so that the men couldn’t hear him. “When I give the signal take them down. I’ll blind them with my flames and go in after the girl, they’re all on you.”

Toga was even more annoyed now. She had wanted her chance to attack them, but she wanted to go after Y/n even more. “Maybe I wanted to be the one to go after her… I could make her a new friend.”

Dabi sighed. “You really are a little psycho, aren’t you.” He slowly rose his hand as he got closer to the men. “We’re sticking with my plan.” The men were visibly growing uneasy as Dabi and Toga approached. “Hello gentlemen, could I interest you in-” Dabi’s flames filled the area a second later, lighting up the sky with a blue hue.

It was so bright that you opened your eyes, but it disappeared a second later. You figured a thunder storm was starting, it had been gloomy out tonight after all. You sat up and reached for the lamp, you knew that you wouldn’t be falling asleep after that. As the light filled the room with the soft click of it coming back to life you were greeted by a face. It was a face you had never thought you’d see again.

You jumped from the couch. There was no way this was happening. He was dead. As you started to open your mouth to scream out to the guards at the door you felt a hand cover your mouth. He was fast. You hadn’t expected him to move so swiftly. His raspy voice filled your ears as he whispered to you. “There’s no use in screaming Y/n. Your guards are being taken care of by my colleague.”

You tried to squirm from his grasp. This was impossible. You hadn’t seen him since you had both turned 18. It had been 5 years. The voice was spot on tho… it had never changed. You stayed still in his arms and tried to turn your head to him. “Toya?”

Dabi said nothing and the sound of the front door opening took your attention. You looked over in hope that it would be one of your guards… but who were you kidding? Even if it had been one of your guards, Toya had proved to have flames even stronger than Endeavors when you were growing up. If it was him they wouldn’t stand a chance.

But it wasn’t them. A young girl with blonde hair strolled in, casually talking to the man holding onto you as if nothing was happening. “I’m ready to go home if you are Dabi, those two were like nothing.”

Dabi chuckled and tightened his grip on your neck. “I’m ready. Call Kurogiri, tell him to warp us out of here.”

As the young girl spoke on the phone you tried to speak to him again. “Is that really you Toya?”

The man that went by Dabi hissed at you. “Be quiet. Toya is dead.”

A purple and black portal appeared in front of the three of you and a school girl giggle erupted from the young girl. “Looks like our ride’s here.”

* * * * * *

You were slammed into a chair a second after stepping through the portal, your arms being tugged behind you and tied together as more unfamiliar people stood before you. You heard the deep voice of Dabi from behind them all. “How about we be a little easier with the precious cargo you absolute buffoons.”

The two men tying you to the chair growled at him as they continued, but they obeyed what he said. Another man emerged from the darkness across the room, a severed hand covered his face, only showing an eye as he nervously scratched at the skin of his neck. “Good work Dabi… and I guess you helped too, Toga.”

Toga whipped her head to him. “What’s the supposed to mean Shiggy?”

The man she called Shiggy ignored her and stepped in front of you, watching you with curious eyes. “Welcome to the League of Villains. We wanted to give you a proper inauguration, but we figured you wouldn’t be very willing.”

You felt your anger rising. Why was Toya letting them do this to you? Did he have no memory of your time together? Did he forget all the promises that you had made to each other people he had left you? You opened your mouth and spit, hitting the man, an angry scream filling him as he reached forward for you.

Before you could react yourself you saw blue flames erupt and with intense force the man that had once stood in front of you flew into the bar behind him. “Don’t be stupid Shigaraki.” Dabi’s figure blocked your view, but you could feel the pure anger that was radiating off of him now. He did remember.

Shigaraki stood up and went to grab Dabi when he was grabbed by multiple other members, holding him back.

Dabi spoke again. “We need her, why would you try to use your quirk on her. Sometimes your anger gets the best of you crusty.”

Shigaraki growled at him and the blonde woman that had been with Dabi began to lead him from the room. “Come on Shiggy, we have to get going. Dabi is going to watch her, remember? We have another mission.”

He walked away with her and they all exited the room. As each of them left you could feel the anger slowly leaving him. You had always been able to sense the moods that Toya had been in. When he was sure that they had all left for the next mission he turned to you and sauntered around your chair. You felt his warm breath on your arms as you felt the ropes being loosened.

The sound of the rope hitting the floor made your anxiety fade a little. You stood from the chair and turned to face him. “Will you please answer me now? You’ve been ignoring me since we came face to face.”

Dabi leaned against the wall and finally opened his mouth. “It’s been a long time Y/n.” He stood and walked closer to you. “Where did we leave off again?”

You felt his breath getting closer and closer to your lips as you tried to hold yourself back. Toya had always been intoxicating for you. It was like he had always held a spell over you. His hands found there way to your hips a second later and he backed you up against the wall.

He smirked as he saw that familiar sense of fear that you always got when his quirk was activated, the warmth on your hips had told you that he was. When you got your wits about you you grabbed his wrists and pushed him away from you. “Get away from me.”

Dabi was almost taken aback by your words. A second ago you had looked like you had wanted to climb him like a tree. “Now, now, Y/n. Don’t be that way. Come back over here. There’s a lot of things that we didn’t get to experience before that we can experience now.”

You had known exactly what he had meant. All the promises that you had shared together. You had promised to marry each other. You had promised to be each others first time. You had promised to be each others first kiss… but that had been the only one that you had gotten to do.

You stepped forward and he waited to see what you would do. “Don’t try to act like you care now… why didn’t you tell me you were alive all those years ago?”

An amused exhalation left him as he blocked your way of heading for the door. “That’s a story for another time.”

You had regretted the words the second they had left your mouth. “Fuck off. Just leave me alone.”

That laugh. The one that melted your heart every time you heard it. You had expected him to get angry. You had expected him to scream at you, but instead, he only laughed. “I don’t like being told what to do unless I’m naked Y/n.”

Dabi wrapped his hands around your neck and pushed you into the wall behind you once again, his hips pushing into your own as you felt his lips touch your cheek. “You’ll learn that soon enough.”

The familiar touch of the man you had once loved took over your senses. You hesitated for only a second before wrapping yourself around him and throwing your head back against the wall, nothing but pleasure filling your veins. Back with Toya. Back where you belonged.

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[mcfiddlestan]

Ship ask game: Loki/Tony, Tony/Bucky, Bucky/Loki.

Loki/Tony - Ship it

1. So, when Avengers came out I was on Twitter A LOT. I followed a lot of fellow Marvel fans and discovered the exciting world of Twitter RP. I started following a bunch of Tony Stark and Loki accounts (among others, but they were my fave characters after Avengers. Also shout out to Loki-Motion and Ant-Man!! I miss you.). One Tony Stark I followed was named @_Chaotique, and he was partnered with a Loki (can’t remember the name). Following their “romance” made me start shipping Frostiron and I went looking for more Frostiron stuff. By August (Avengers came out in April), I was writing my first Frostiron fanfic and my phone was full of Frostiron pix and edits. I was obsessed! Fun fact: I still am. Lol. Plus, I started talking to the writer of Chaotique through PMs, we struck up a friendship, were a couple for nearly four years, and he remains one of my closest friends today.

2. Obviously the whole enemies to lovers thing is always fun, but when people ask why I ship it I always point out how Tony and Loki have a similar story that just took different paths. They both have daddy issues and sense of self issues. Tony struggles with living in the shadow of his father, Loki struggles with living in the shadow of his “golden child” brother. They’re both super intellectual, sarcastic, and witty (the verbal battles omg), and there’s a lot to explore with them together and separately regarding the masks they wear with everyone and the front they put on, and the amount of vulnerability underneath.

3. Idk if it counts as an unpopular opinion, but I’m not a fan of fics that make Loki out to be weak-willed and kind of a simp. The characterizations that make him this person that constantly needs to be rescued whether by Tony or Thor really miss the mark for me. Yes, he can be blind to his faults and his flaws, but he doesn’t need someone else to baby him.

Tony/Bucky - Ship it

1. I don't even know what got me started on this ship. I don’t think it was until Civil War that I started and I’m pretty sure it was fanart that got me started. I haven’t read much fanfic, just little snippets of stuff on Tumblr, and my venture into RPing them was very short. It’s a very minor ship for me but one I totally want to get into more and write fic on it (I do have a Security Guard AU I’m working on for these boys tho).

2. Like I said, I haven’t delved too deeply into this ship just yet. So, so far the only thing I really like about it is it’s two of my favorite characters and two of my favorite male actors being paired together.

3. No, not really.

Bucky/Loki - Ship it

1. Um...I love villains. And don't give me the “Bucky is not a villain blah blah blah.” Yeah, I know. But for the majority of CATWS, yes he was! And I was shipping and writing Winterfrost before that movie came out. The writer of Chaotique created a Winter Soldier to RP in summer 2013 and I created a post-Avengers/pre-Dark World Loki to pair with him. There’s something very intriguing about two dark souls finding each other and simultaneously healing each other while also lowkey (haha) indulging in their dark sides. Like, we literally wrote a scene about a discussion and comparison of knives turning into some hot sex. But also, when it came to our RP at least, there was a lot to be explored with Loki, an anti-hero who has come to terms with his issues and is already on his journey to healing, helping Bucky, arguably an antihero himself who is just starting to come to terms with his trauma. Not unlike Frostiron, Loki and Bucky have an understanding of what each has been through and there’s a bond there.

2. Like I said, I like villains. I like darkness. I like unconventional love stories. Winterfrost is full of that. There is an underlying darkness to the Winterfrost relationship that could be explored. I wrote a fic, one of my first Winterfrost ones, called Can I Bum A Ride? which was basically porn with some plot (and written off a prompt from a Tumblr friend). The story is basically Loki picks up hitchhiker Bucky in a downpour, they stop at a motel for the night (*gasp* there’s only one bed!), and get it on. There was a moment where I considered writing a sequel that found them going down a not-so-wholesome path. Like, a path that pretty much turned them into road-tripping serial killers. For various reasons I didn’t, but I feel like they are two characters that lend themselves pretty easily to that dynamic.

3. Not really. It would be the same as the Loki/Tony one. But that’s really more a complaint about how people write Loki than anything else. And that’s just my opinion! I don’t comment on people’s fics just to tell them they suck at writing Loki or anything. Everyone is allowed their own interpretation -- I’m sure I’ve written something in a way people didn’t like. In fact, I *know* I have bc they actually did comment. If I don’t like it, I hit that back button and find something else to read. Easy peasy.

Thanks for asking!

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[aliceaddellheidde]

Fatum

A/N: This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club Lucky in love. March 1 – Advantage

WORDS: 1601

WARNINGS: violence, swearing

PAIRING: Bucky Barnes x reader (eventually) {Soulmates AU}

DISCLAIMERS: Endgame happened, but only Thanos and his peasants died. English isn´t my first language so sorry for mistakes. 

Moi, Rai and Parca are genderless and are using they/their pronouns. I hope I'm using it correctly. Don't want to insult anybody.

This is soulmates au. When you get tattoo, your soulmate gets it as well on same spot. It glows when you two touch. 

This is multi-chapter story. 1/19

Gif from here

Divider by @rainbowkisses31

Moi and Rai were best at their job. They were taking care of human being´s souls. Making sure everyone will meet their soulmates sooner or later. You see, it´s not easy work. Especially when you have younger sibling. Parca were exact opposite of his relatives. While Moi were warm, dressed in brown-red-orange-yellow clothing and Rai, cold in purple-blue-green-pink attire, Parca were like a shadow. Black-white-grey-silver outfit matching their neutral, mischievous personality. As the youngest, Parca were causing a lot of problems, making eternity harder for Moi and Rai.

„Hear, hear my dear fellow immortal!” Parca were dancing around big hall where Rai were checking on their broken souls, looking for suitable candidate for today. „What do you want Parca?” „Oh, don’t be grumpy. I have news for you and our precious Moi.” „They are next door. You know we have counting at this hour. Don’t you have as well?” „All done. But there is something our boss want you and Moi to do. As priority.” „I'm sure it can wait.” „Um-mm, nope.” Parca grin as Rai frown. Then bright light appears and with that Moi too. „What's so urgent?” Parca gave them gloving rolled up parchment. When Rai open it, Moi gasp. „Finally! He was bugging me since 1937!” „There is one problem tho dear Moi. Look.” They read written words loud. „James Buchanan Barnes and Y/N Y//L/N. Shite.” „Moi, language!” „Details. Now lets work. Those two will be a tough nut.”

And since that day their plan set in motion.

You absolutely hated Bucky Barnes. Why? Because he was annoying little shit, always thinking he's better than you in everything. It was partly true, but he doesn’t need to know, right?

You just came to kitchen for breakfast when wall of muscles stopped you. „Look where you going dipshit!” Bucky smirked at you. „Someone woke up in bad mood?” he teased. „Shut up.” you hissed and opened upper cabinet only to find it empty of your favourite cereals. „Borky! Where is my food?” You turned around, but he was gone. With sight you took cereals from Wanda´s shelf. She will forgive you.

Morning shower was very relaxing. You almost forgot about Bucky. Until loud alarm went off and you dropped your shampoo as you jumped. „Damn it Rogers.” you cursed, quickly dried yourself and ran into your room for clothes when bucket full of glitters fell on you, leaving you startled. You couldn’t take another shower and had to change before Steve would come looking for you. Shaking glitters from yourself, best as you could, you put t-shirt and shorts on and hurried to meeting room. Everyone else was there.

„What happened to you?” Sam asked. Bucky was visibly holding back from laughing. „I had fight with my hobby cabinet. What do you think happened? This motherfucker prepared trap on me!” you sassed and gave Bucky middle finger. „That's enough! Y/N, sit down. We have emergency mission. Source said there is hidden Hydra facility in Atlanta. We don’t have building plans, but source said there are weapons and maybe a lab as well. Our tactic is go in, capture those peasants and destroy it.” Tony lifted his hand. „Yes Tony?” „Maybe we can take some guns for studies. And lab tech. You know, to better understand our enemies what are they doing.” Steve sighted. „Fine Tony. You can have one or two of their weapons. Banner and Dr. Cho will have lab stuff. Sam, Bucky, Y/N - suit up. Departure in 15 minutes.” You were leaving when Steve stopped you and Bucky. „Buck you have something to say to Y/N?” „Sorry.” he rolled his eyes. „Help her vacuum the floor. Quickly. And don’t try anything during mission. Both of you. Understood?” „Yes.” you said at the same time. „Great. Dismiss.”  

„Ok, Mr. And Mrs. Grumpy. We´ll fly for an hour. Try not to kill each other.” Sam said from pilot seat. You took out your book and started reading. It was quiet for few minutes. Then you heard loud chewing and bubble bursting. Bucky smirked at you when you looked at him. You went back to your book and tried to ignore him. That worked for 10 minutes. „For fuck sake! Stop it!” you shouted. „What is it now?” Sam was tired of your fights. „He's chewing like an animal!” „Oh c'mon Buck. You can´t stop it for one flight?” „I´ll try.” Sam went back to cockpit and you put headphones on. To yours and Sam misfortune Bucky had yet another idea how to make you unhappy. His music was much louder than yours and his beaming smile was enough for you to throw your patience out of window. „Sam! I´m  gonna to pilot and you sit here with this idiot.” If it meant to stop your fighting and have nice flight, Sam did it with no problem. Parca were pleased with themselves, little smug smile on face. They had so much fun. Rai and Moi were shaking their heads in cockpit.

„Why you have to do all those things to her Buck?” his friend asked. „It´s fun! She's like small child when she's angry. All red and death stares in one minute and second later she bakes chocolate cake for whole team.” „We all know you love her cake. But you really should try to restrict your pranks. I don’t want her to leave because of it.” „Nah, she's tough.” „As your captain I have to insist.” „Damn Bird brain, when did you turn into such strict man?” „On this mission. Wanna play cards?” „Sure.”

„We will land in five minutes. I sent Redwing already. He shot guards on the roof. There are 30 subjects in, garage full of cars and weapons.” „No lab?” „Maybe underground. Think Y/N, geez.” „Stop that. We have work to do.” With that Sam walked out. „After you.” Bucky mockingly bowed. „I hate you.” you said and followed your captain.

You prepared your gun and ran next to the wall, Bucky right behind. You looked from around the corner. „There is big concrete field. We have to run across it.” „That's stupid idea. They will see us right away.” „Then come up with better plan Mr. I-know-everything.” „I will. Let me think.” „Don’t hurt yourself.” „If you would shut up, you would know you have to find other way. There are mines under that concrete.” Sam said into our comms. „You almost got us killed! Are you brainless?” Bucky looked at you with disappointment. „I didn’t know there are mines!” He was silent, only moved his head for me to follow him. „Sam, is roof still clear?” „Yop.” „Can you get us there?” Metal wire appeared next to you and you took it. „Hold tight Y/N.” You knew what will come, but it was still weird how small thing like Redwing could lift you and fly. „Amateur.” Bucky scoffed and jumped on the roof with ease. „Show off.” you sneered when you landed next to him. „At least I have something to show.” Suddenly you felt small sting in shoulder. „Ouch, what the fuck? Were we drugged or what?” „No. Only little electric shock because you are not doing your work. Move your asses.” „Yes Cap.”

You ran across roof, then jumped on main building and hopped down on the ground. „Should we knock?” „Don’t be funny. I found you way in. There are back door on your right.” You moved there. „Stay behind me.” Bucky said and opened the door. You walked in and right away gunfire started. Bucky was effective as shield while you both tried to defence yourself.

Unbeknownst to you, there were Parca sitting on the car, laughing. Moi and Rai were there too. And thanks to their intervention you disarm almost all men inside the garage. Those who tried to run fell into Sam's trap. Moi moved destroyed cars and dead bodies for you to see secret door to laboratory.

You opened it and had to move from flying glowing ball. „Bucky, look out!” you screamed but it was too late. It hit him and his eyes rolled up as he fell down. Parca were very happy with their work. Moi and Rai not at all. You shot few guards and captured lab doctors. „Sam! Get Bucky out.” „Working on it.” You walked back into garage and found Bucky on the floor, panting. „You all right?” „Yeah.” „Take them. I´m going to check other buildings.” He nodded and even when he was shaking a bit doctors looked afraid of him.

„All clear. Gonna prepare some boxes for you Sam.” It took around 30 minutes and once you were done and safe in quinjet he blew up the facility. You turned to Bucky. „How are you feeling?” „Like I got hit by lighting ball.” „Ha, ha. Now for real.” „Fine. But my arm isn't working how it should.” „Let me see.” You started carefully repairing it and he was watching you all the time. Moi and Rai smiled at each other. Then Parca moved your hand wrong direction and Bucky yelped in pain. „Sorry! I´m so sorry!” „It´s ok. At least touch sensor is working.” You laughed in relief and continued your work.

„Good job. Were there any problems?” Steve asked when you landed. „Just Bucky´s hand. He went to medical bay already. Y/N took amazing advantage of situation and secured laboratory and all buildings” „Good. We will sort things out from here. You go and rest. See you tomorrow.”

You said your farewell to Sam and closed door of your personal paradise called your room.

[blisslilywrites]

First Dates

- Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki

A/N: Sorry for not being active these past few weeks...we’re currently working on some requests but in the mean time,,here’s some bnha hcs I wrote a few weeks ago 😋Anyways, thank you guys for being so patient with us^^ ~Lily

BAKUGOU KATSUKI:

Weirdly enough, he asked you out

He had to like fight every part of his tsundere character to utter out those words

And when he did it was so soft and cute and you just went uwu

Anyway, you wanted to have some fun so you suggested going to the amusement park for your first date

Course he didnt refuse bcuz of his PRIDE

So there you guys were on the scariest rollercoaster in the park.

As it started its abrupt descent, you swore you could hear a high-pitched (like really high) scream coming from next to you. *cough* *cough*

Next the haunted house

He was unnaturally still throughout the entire thing

You, on the other hand, clung to him like a koala on a eucalyptus tree

Ok maybe you weren’t scared scared but cmon everyone uses haunted houses to get ~closer~ to whoever they’re there with

Maybe you were a little scared

Even tho youre not a kid anymore, you still made him go on all the kiddy rides with you

You totally sang old town road on the merry-go-round

To a much-annoyed bakugo

BUMPER CARS

You won a teddy bear at one of the stalls and gave it to him as a gift

Cuz he won’t be outdone, he won you an even bigger teddy bear

He scolds you when you end up buying too much cotton candy and popcorn

He scolds you some more when you proceed to finish said amount of cotton candy and popcorn

You were a bit wild but guess what, this tsundere likes you big time and this date did wonders to his feelings

He’d never admit he finds your wildness cute tho

He carries you on his back on the way home cuz youre just “too tired”

He was complaining the entire time tho

You give him a small peck on the cheek before running the short distance home

He becomes a flustered mess and you know it

MIDORIYA IZUKU:

lil’ cinnamon roll was a huge mess while asking you out and stopped midway

So you turned the question back on him and he said yes after turning redder than a tomato

You guys decided on a history museum cuz why not?

At the start of the date, midoriya was more than nervous and was just really uptight

It didn’t help that he dropped his water bottle on you and almost got you wet

He kept fumbling with the tickets too

At the security check, you were pretty sure the guards were looking at you two weirdly

Once you got inside you decided that things had to end here

A quick chop in the head and a short lecture seemed to calm him down

You guys went through the exhibits and fangirled slightly over the different artifacts

He knew some as in a lot of pretty interesting historical facts

You knew a few too

There was the ancient egypt exhibit where you did a mummy pose next to a sarcophagus and had him take a picture

Then you guys arrived at the ancient greek exhibit

You squealed

“Sorry Midoriya-kun,,I just love greek mythology…”

“I-I love it too…”

You guys spent the rest of the date talking about your favorite myths, characters, morals, historical importance, etc.

The exhibit was pushed to the sidelines as you and midoriya started having a long, detailed discussion of the myths

You guys got a bite to eat at the museum cafe

Where you continued your myths talk

In the end, you had fun

He had fun too

After he started relaxing

TODOROKI SHOUTO:

You were the one who asked him out

Like it was totally obvious to you and everyone that he had a huge crush on you

So one day you just asked him and now here we are

Being the socially awkward little boi he is, you’re the one who has to pick the venue and all that for your first date

It was breezy and all that so you put on an extra layer

What you didn’t expect was that he would appear weariNG A KNITTED SWEATER

Like ok wtf why does it look cuter on him than it ever will on me???

Honestly tho, have you ever seen him in a knitted sweater or any other kind of sweater?? Asjdhaksjdfg topless still best

You decided on a chill date so after like 10 nosebleeds upon seeing him, you guys made your way to the park for a nice stroll

You guys started talking and got to know each other a bit more

Or rather, you did alot of talking and he responded occasionally

After a while though, he became more comfortable around you

You guys shared an icecream

Indirect kiss

For lunch you guys bought some hot dogs and pretzels from a nearby stand

This was the first time he ever ate a hot dog

You were surprised to know this but even more surprised to his reaction to mustard

He blushed a bit too hard when you called him todo-chan

Then you guys went to a vintage bookstore nearby

He’s so cuute when he’s standing there in the middle of all the bookshelves with the sun hitting him like that-

Because of the dust, you sneezed and todoroki said “hmm you have a cute sneeze” omfg

Then you were both blushing, like really hard

It was getting late so you guys decided to call an end to the date

BUT not before he sent you home like the gentleman he is

[ambersky0319]

A sequel idea to the prompt about Res kidnapping Logan! He's now the official local kidnapper as he takes Roman this time, using his own Imagination against him by keeping him in his own castle/fortress. The other Sides try to get in but it's too fortified so they call Remus, who only JUST heard that his brother was kidnapped. They may fight, but it's his brother. No one but him can mess with Roman ❤️💚 Please end it with a happy ending 😅

Pairings: Roman/Patton/Virgil (I don't remember the ship name) and background Loceit - note, no ship is in the spotlight for this

Warnings: Heavy Roman Angst, Embodiment of Repression, knives, torture, blood, injuries, deaths of dragons and guards, lmk if I need to add anything else!

Sidenote: This is mostly angst with like, a tiny bit of fluff at the end. I’ d still count it as a happy end 😅 ... You have been warned tho

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Res tilts his head, watching the prince in his slumber. He was surprised by just how easy it was to even capture him. Wasn't he supposed to be a hero, never being the one needing saving? Honestly, Res was a bit disappointed at how easy it was to snatch him away. No struggle, easy to knock out and disappear with. It was even less fun than kidnapping Logan! And no one even noticed Logan was gone until he had sent a note to Deceit!

It was also far too easy to control the prince's section of the Imagination. Just take Roman's sword. Res had assumed that's where Roman's ability had been since the prince always had the sword with him no matter what. But anyone being able to use it? Res hadn't expected that.

Also, Roman was so boring to watch. At least Logan had given him a surprise and woken up early. Roman had exceeded the time that he was supposed to be up by three hours.

Res glanced out the window, into the city beyond. About two dozen dragons were around the castle walls, having already been there when Res had arrived. Res had only made them a bit more... hostile, to any trespassers. And the city remained untouched by him. After all, Res didn't really care about them. Just the castle being fortified.

Which is why the guards were on high alert and created to keep anyone out at any cost. The moat around the prince's castle, originally containing a few dolphins to swim around, was now boiling, hot enough to burn with even a few drops.

There were some more traps inside the castle, some that Roman had already put there for his own protection against his brother. Res didn't bother to look too closely at them.

Res perked up when he heard a small groan, whipping around to face the side currently tied to a chair in chains. The chains were melded together instead of combined with any locks. Mostly so Res could watch as Roman made a futile attempt to struggle.

"Aw, aren't you cute, thinking you can just worm your way out of them?" Res cooed, approaching the side. He watched as Roman was hit with a realization that he couldn't just magic his way out of his restraints.

"Where's-"

"Your sword?" Res gestured to where the sword was, resting against the wall so Res could easily access it but also so Roman had a clear view. "Pretty idiotic to put all control of your kingdom in it, Prince." Res tilted his head, returning his gaze to Roman. "Then again, you were never the brains of Creativity."

Res walked closer to Roman and leaned into the prince's face. He pulled his scarf down to reveal his grin to Roman, before reaching out and gingerly touching Roman's cheek.

Roman flinched away from him, and Res clicked his tongue. "Aren't you such a pretty prince. But as part of our Host's ego... So fragile. I wonder how long it would take, to bring all those insecurities up. Five, ten minutes?"

Roman felt the chains tighten around his hands and feet as he continued to struggle, and it hurt. His eyes widened as pain flooded his wrists and ankles, the chains squeezing. It stopped as soon as Roman stopped struggling, but they remained tight, leaving Roman's bones aching softly.

"But that's not what's gonna be the most fun." Res stated as a knife fizzled into existence in his hand. Res removed his scarf with his free hand, discarding the garment so he wouldn't get any blood on it. "Do you want to know what'll be more fun than watching you sob over every insecurity you have proved to be correct?"

Res used the knife to tilt Roman's chin up, raising a brow and waiting for Roman to answer. Roman clenched his jaw, mouth remaining shut. After a few more beats of silence - though all Roman could hear was his heart racing - Res decided to answer his own question.

"It's going to be watching you experience true pain for the first time. It's going to be thrilling, right, Roman?"

As Res hissed out Roman's name, Roman's chest began to ache horribly and it forced a whimper from Roman. Doubt and fear and guilt and loneliness clouded his mind all at once and his heart felt heavy, as though someone had lodged a rock in its place.

The overwhelming feelings drowned out the pain from the knife, suddenly slicing at Roman's collarbone.

-

The others had barely noticed Roman was gone until Virgil had mentioned it being quieter than usual. Remus was doing something in his little area of the Imagination, and wouldn't be around for awhile. That everyone knew. But normally Roman would fill the silence in his brother's absence.

He wasn't in his room, either. Patton had checked.

"The Imagination?" Deceit guessed. "I thought he had wanted to spend time with you and Virgil all day, though."

Logan frowned from where he lay curled up in Deceit's side. "You're not suggesting something happened to him?"

"Since when does Roman miss perfect days to cook and cuddle with his boyfriends?" Deceit asked instead, raising a brow. Logan bit his lip.

Virgil set his phone down. "I've gotta agree with Dee. Roman would've told us if he was planning on spending the day in the Imagination."

Patton set down whatever he was doing in the kitchen, wiping his hands off on a towel before entering the living room. "We can always go check. Roman did say we were always welcome!"

Deceit stretched. "I'm down."

Logan sat up, fixing his glasses as he nodded. "Let's just hope that it's nothing but a sudden burst of inspiration."

"You say that like you're thinking it's not."

"Need I remind you the last time one of us disappeared without a word, it was because some side captured them and practically tortured them? Or shall I show the faint scars to prove it." Logan's voice was sharp as he sent a light glare Virgil's way. Virgil flinched.

"Right. My bad."

Deceit took Logan's hand in his and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "I doubt Res got out again. But if he did, I can always cast him back to the Subconscious. With Virgil's help, if he can."

"I would gladly," Virgil said, getting off the couch. "Now, let's go check up on our resident royal."

Let's just say, things didn't go as smoothly as they had all hoped.

Res looked out the window when he heard the dragons, and his grin widened when he saw a few taking flight. "Well, would you look at that!" He leaned forward just a bit more. "They do care for you, just enough to come try and find you after a day. I was wrong, they do like you more than Logic."

Res waved his hand as Roman whimpered. His skin was coated in large amounts of blood, the wounds only stinging more as Res had summoned salt to drizzle into each and every cut. Tears had long since stopped falling down Roman's cheeks, and his mind felt numb. The flashes of hot pain from the bones in his wrists and ankles had stopped after Roman had tried once again to get free, effectively breaking all four of the areas chained.

The chains on his torso had been shifted so Res had better access to more of Roman's flesh, and he marked Roman with each word Roman believed he was. Correction, every negative word Roman was.

"Wonder if the others can even get past the dragons." Res gasped. "Oh! It would be wonderful if Morality was tossed into the moat! Seeing his skin blistering... I doubt the Imagination would just let him die, so he'd be in agony for a long while."

Roman squeezed his eyes shut. "Don't- don't hurt them, p-please," Roman wanted to scream, but his throat felt like it was ripped to shreds and it took so much energy to even croak out that little sentence. "Please, Res-"

"Oh, I'm not the one causing them to be hurt. The dragons are your creations, after all, Roman. I merely gave them... motivation. Their abilities were made with your own hands, so if Anxiety gets a bit scorched or Deceit a bit cut up... Truly your own fault for having dragons as security in the first place."

Res cackled as he left the window, returning to Roman. He tilted his head, bringing a bloodied hand to his chin and humming absentmindedly. Roman wasn't hyperventilating anymore, though his breathing was still shallow as the blood dripped off Roman and onto the floor. Res was glad that the Imagination refused to let Roman die.

"Not gonna fall asleep on me, are you Roman?" Res asked, a light tone to his voice as Roman glared at him halfheartedly. Anytime Res said his name, feeling came flooding back and it made it hard for Roman to breathe or even think at all.

"Good. Though, I think I need to do more. Gotta make sure you're no longer the resident pretty boy. Maybe even get Morality and Anxiety to gag at how you look." Res laughed, picking the knife back up off the floor. He made it dull, and he drove it into Roman's shoulder, earning him a quiet cry. "They'll flinch anytime they even see you, knowing how useless they were in saving you and how pathetic you were in being unable to get free yourself."

The roaring outside from the dragons quieted, and Res dragged the knife down Roman's chest and circled over Roman's heart. He didn't cut deeply, just enough to get the blood to ooze out and slide down Roman's torso. More tears arose in Roman's eyes and started to slip down his cheeks again, just causing more pain as they fell onto open cuts along his chest.

Res waited a moment, before leaning in close to Roman's ear. "Guess they didn't love you as much as they said, huh?"

Even Roman felt the others' leaving the Imagination, and that alone tore another cry up Roman's throat as he bowed his head in defeat.

-

Remus had finished making himself a snack when the Imagination door opened, and he looked over to it when he heard loud panting and swears. His eyes widened as the others came practically falling out from the fantasy land, out of breath and bloodied.

Wait, bloodied?

"Oh my God." Remus ditched his food and rushed over, the Imagination door slamming closed. "What the fuck happened?!"

Deceit seemed the least injured as he shoved Virgil and Patton into Remus's arms. Both flinched at the contact. "Just heal them, Rem, please." Deceit's voice was strained. It left no room for arguing. Remus frowned but nodded, hastily getting Virgil and Patton to follow him to the couch, and he set to work without asking anything.

Logan and Deceit tended to one another, luckily neither as hurt as Patton or Virgil. Remus was able to heal them up in almost an hour, the mindscape filled with nothing but silence and the occasional whimper.

And Remus didn't miss that his brother was nowhere.

Deceit had fallen asleep after Logan finished bandaging his last wound, as did Virgil and Patton. All three still looked stress even in their sleep. Logan remained awake with Remus, and Remus stared at him intensely.

"What happened, Lo? Because I know this didn't happen on my side of the Imagination!"

Logan swallowed, picking at an old scar on his wrist. "We, um. We went to Roman's castle, to see if he was there. Because we couldn't find him. But, it was heavily guarded. By dragons. They were so hostile, but they've never been like that before and something's wrong, Remus. There's something wrong."

Remus blinked, processing it. Hostile dragons? That didn't sound like Roman, but it did sound like-

"Oh, Res is going to suffer!" Remus bolted from his seat, summoning his morning star. Hope had said something had shifted on Roman's side, but he didn't think it was that kind of shift, but the orange border preventing Remus from entering, it made sense.

Logan caught Remus's arm. "You can't go there alone!"

Remus shrugged Logan off. "I can, and I will! I'm stronger than all of you in there, and besides!" Remus grinned, tilting his head with a sickening crack. "Res has messed with the wrong side of Creativity!"

Logan couldn't grab him quick enough to stop Remus from jumping into the Imagination, and Logan didn't have the energy to race after him either. Instead, Logan collapsed on the couch beside Deceit and hoped Remus would be alright.

-

Remus took a deep breath as the last dragon was sent hurtling towards the bubbling moat. He felt a bit bad, the creatures didn't do anything to deserve that fate. And Remus knew so as they almost seemed to scream in agony as they boiled alive.

"Okay, which tower?" Remus huffed as he started up at the castle. The guards had also been taken care of, knocked away or burned by the dragons in the confusion of trying to get to Remus. So all that left was trying to actually find Roman.

He could feel Res's power from this distance, the familiar feeling of everything and nothing as Res forced feelings to the surface. Remus nearly swore under his breath, his grip tightening on his morning star. He was going to clobber Res if it was the last thing he ever did.

The silence helped. The Imagination was eerily quiet, not even a single breeze drifted by. But it still wasn't enough for Remus to hear Res's loud, triumphant laughs. Growling in frustration, Remus charged into the castle.

It took Remus longer than he should've to find the right tower, hear the cruel laugh from a particular side. It made Remus grind his teeth that Res had turned Roman's castle into a shifting maze, though he supposed it was a tactic Res used. He ran up the stairs, the taunting voice of Res only growing louder and louder.

Remus knocked the guard standing in the doorway down the stairwell with his already bloodied weapon, and he broke the door down, I'm bothered by it's splintering. Res jumped as Remus cane rushing in, breathing heavily and a crazed look in his eye.

Meeting Remus's eyes, Res knew he was absolutely fucked if he didn't leave right then. Before Remus could even raise his morning star again, Res snapped his fingers and disappeared, presumably to his room back in the Subconscious.

Remus almost tried to follow him, too, his blood still pumping and anger still boiling just as hot as the moat. What stopped him though was seeing all the crimson on a certain princely side.

Remus's morning star clattered to the ground as he rushed in front of Roman. "Oh, fuck- Roman, please, tell me you're not dead, oh God, please." Remus received a small groan from Roman, and Remus felt momentarily relieved.

"I'm going to get you out of here, alright? You're going to be fine, Ro."

Remus set to work at undoing the chains, cringing at the awkward way Roman's limbs were angled. The bones were clearly broken, a few might even be shattered. Remus let Roman fall into him once he undid the last set of chains, catching his twin and holding him close despite Roman's whimpers.

"I'm going to take you to your room, okay?" Roman nodded just barely before he finally lost consciousness. Remus sank out soon after.

-

Everything hurt. Not terribly. But Roman ached all over. He couldn't remember much, well, aside from lots of orange and silver and red in his vision. And pain. Lots and lots of pain.

He groaned softly, opening his eyes. He was on something soft, and wasn't constricted anymore. Not by chains, at least. The blanket that rested on top of him was fluffy and warm against his skin compared to the metal. And it was dry, not sticky with layers of blood.

Roman's door open, and it was draining to even tilt his head. He squinted when he saw Remus carrying some water on a try, setting it on Roman's nightstand. Remus then moved the blanket, barely even noticing Roman had woken up until Roman had tried getting his attention.

"Remus?"

He felt like he was clawing his own throat as he spoke, and Remus appeared startled as he looked down at Roman. He gasped as he was met with Roman's brown eyes.

"Here! This'll help, sit up carefully though. I did my best to heal you, but you were always better at that than me." Remus held the glass of water to Roman's lips, and Roman did as told. His bones felt like they were on fire from the action, and he winced. "Sorry," Remus mumbled, before helping Roman actually drink the water.

"Your left wrist is still broken... I was too exhausted to heal it, after healing the rest of you and your boyfriends. Oh! They'll be so glad you're awake! Patton and Virgil were so worried and-"

Remus was cut off as Roman lurched forward, enveloping Remus in a hug. Despite his body feeling as though he had taken a tumble down a cliff, Roman hugged Remus tighter. He buried his face in Remus's neck, feeling his eyes water. He remembered hearing Remus, right before he blacked out. And it made sense, that Remus was there. Only Remus could scare off Res.

"Thank you," Roman croaked, starting to tremble slightly. "Thank you, Rem. Thank you."

Remus wrapped his arms gingerly around Roman, pressing a kiss to Roman's temple. "You're safe now, Ro."

Roman cried as he nodded, pressing closer to Remus.

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[dontbesoweirdkira]

Hey, it's me again, I hope you are still open for requests! You said I could ask for Mic content and, if I still can, what about some DadMic headcanons, with his own child and/or an adopted one?! Which one you prefer is fine! I hope you are doing well and thank you for the opportunity you gave me! Take care 💗

A/N: Hey you!! Thank you for requesting, it means a lot that you like my present mic work. And yes, you most definitely can have some DadMic headcanons. If you have any more requests just let me know. I did hours worth of homework and it deleted so i’m kind of like forget school and imma become a professional headcanon writer so honestly hit me up with as much stuff you want :)))))))

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(i kind of wrote this like you are in the ages of like 6-10 so just keep that in mind)

-I feel he would have his child out of wedlock, maybe when he was younger out partying things got a little crazy then bam, next thing he knows he has a child with no mom and no idea what to do.

-cAlLs AizAwa 

-No but He’s a great Dad honestly, although he's clueless sometimes, he tends to figures things out fairly quickly

- At first it was really hard for him since he had this baby, a new hero career, and the whole world trashing on him, he totally broke down a few times and wanted to give up. BUt aizawa and his other friends helped him through and encouraged him

-You’re his little sunshine and HE LOVeS yoU tO death

-calls you literally any pet name that is very soft and cute and innocent

-He buys evErything for you, i swear! If you just look at something for more than two seconds, it’s in his cart and he’s buying it for you

-”dad you don-”

-”shh pumpkin, let daddy buy it for you.”

-your room is filled with what every girl wants to have

-He learns to do your hair, no matter the texture or thickness or length, he’ll watch youtube videos and figure it out

-he lets you do his hair as well, braiding it, curling it whatever, he’s totally fine with it. JuSt DoNt CUt iT

-New school year and you need new clothes?? Yeah over 1,000 dollars worth of stuff brought.

-speaking of school, sometimes you get comments and stuff from teachers or students because you might not look like him or because you don’t know who your mom is, ect.

-At first when you were younger, it didn’t hurt you, you couldn’t understand that anyways, but as you started to get older it affected you more and more until one day you came home crying to present, and it literally breaks his heart

-”Daddy, why isn’t my skin as light as yours, and my hair isn’t as thin? The other kids make fun of me for it...it really hurts me. And WHere is mom? Does she not love us? You’re really sweet i don’t know why she doesn’t want to be with you…”

-”why are you asking this?”

-”The kids and teachers at school…”

-RAGE MODE ACTIVATED

-He literally storms down to your school and demands that the questions and comments stop or he’s going to press charges

-Never ever was asked about any of those things again...well, more or less, sometimes you hear teachers or students whispering or makings sly comments but you chose to ignore those things 

-”DONT YOU EVER TALK TO ME OR MY LITTLE CUTIE PIE EVER AGAIN.”

-HUGs!! He hugs you like all the time everyday when he sees you. Like it’s his way it’s saying i love you although he screams that to you all the time

-”Y/N MY LITTLE GIRL,” *jump hugs* “I LOOOOOOOVveevVVEVVEvevV Ee YOuuUUUUUUOoUUUU”

- PROTECCS YOU AT ALL COSTS

-Like when the world found out that he had a kid, and he was still kind of a kid himself with a just starting a career, he kind of got shitted on a whole lot...by everyone and the press is always writing stories and stuff so when you were old enough to read or understand some stuff he’d often keep TV off or keep you away from the press and media although that became harder when you had to go outside and go to school but as much as he can limit that crazy stuff you see, he’ll do it.

-He makes sure you can defend yourself and as soon as you get your quirk, he’s training you. He will never push mega hard however he makes sure that the training is vigorous enough that when danger comes...you’re ready 

-Being a pro hero’s child can mean you’re in a lot of danger, people want to kill or kidnap you to hurt the hero so he’s constantly worries and on you about safety

-If your quirk is similar to his, skskkdnjsk he literally will SCREEEEEEEE, he thinks it’s so awesome you have a quirk like his and he will make sure that the both of you will annoy Aizawa 

-As much as Hizashi spoils you, you had to grow up a whole lot quickly. Even though he’s an underground hero and kinda works on his on time, his job is still quite demanding and he has to be gone a lot so that means you need to learn how to cook, clean, do your homework, etc. on your own so if anything happens (god forbid) you know how to take care of yourself. when you were younger tho he’d have a babysitter/nanny to look and take care of you while he’s at work

-Although when he is home he cooks and does all of that stuff. HE'S A REALLY GOOD COOK??????? Like seriously and don’t let me get started on the pastries he makes...mmmm yummm…

-only burnt down the kitchen once...Don’t tell Aizawa plez ;-;

-He actually feels very very bad about leaving you at home a lot with responsibility, he’s all about fun and really just being a kid so he always apologizes to you and plans something super fun when he’s off of work. Like laser tag, going out for ice cream, or just building forts at home. He makes sure you have a balance

-He might’ve brought you a puppy so you would have a friend, you let him name the puppy and now you have a “Mr.Ruffkins” running around your house

-He let’s you have girls night which is basically just you and him and sometimes a friend, and you guys just paint each other nails, put bows in each others hair, all the girly stuff,  and just talk about anything. 

-It’s his way i guess to make up for the mother-daughter time you don’t have in your life

-Cute picnics at the park with a bunch of snacks and you guys will just feed the little duckies and animals 

-Brings you around his agency or to his radio show all the time, like everyone that works there knows and loves you a whole lot. You even have a mini cute pink desk with a name tag on it.

-You have a little segment on his show called “LittleMic and PresentMic” and you guys just talk about crazy weird stuff and reach out to single Dads who are also raising up kids. It’s super cute i swear.

-Aizawa is your tired uncle that says he hates coming over but he comes over like everyday and eats all your food while watching TV on the couch 

-He’s the best uncle though but he’s super blunt. So sometimes you go to him for advice or just to talk. He adores you though and checks on you while DadMic is at work or something. 

-Aizawa call you “Kiddo” or “littleMic” or just “y/n”

-Present lets you pick out his new tattoos, and one time he let you draw one….now he has a crooked purple butterfly on his arm...it’s all good tho

-Father daughter danceeeeee ya ya ya! You guys bring the moves and the music to the dance floor like get out the mf way swines.

-He picked out your dress and you picked out his suit, he even let you do a little man bun

-sometimes when you guys are just chilling at home, you will play some of your favorite classics, and you will step on his feet and he’ll dance, you guess may have fell like twice.

-speaking of music and dancing, he will turn up all of the pop jams that you love (slipping some of his rock n’ roll faves) THROW candy all through out the house and both of you are dancing in weird costumes while singing

-”I LOOOOOOOOvvEEEE ROcKKK N ROLLLLL SO PUT ANOTHER DIME IN THE JUKE BOX bAE bEEEEEEBHEDB”

-You are very much involved in music and he showed you how to make your own mixtapes, playlists, and how to DJ on your own

-piggy back rideeeesss yuuuuhhhhh. When you’re feeling sad he randomly picks you up, twirls you onto his back and runs around the house yells

-”WOOOOOSSSHHHHHH MEGA JET FLYING A SAD PASSENGER, MOVE OUT OF THE WAY WOOOOOSSHHHSHSH”

-Usually does this until you’re laughing and playing along with him

-”KrrSHH THIS IS FLIGHTER PILOT Y/N WITH MY  TRUSTY JET YAMADA ON MY WAY TO DESTROY THE ENEMY PLANE, ANyoNE copPY?”

-one time you like dressed up like him for halloween and it was lit. hair somehow slicked up, black leather jacket and some headphones...wooo child you looked cool

-”PRESENT MIC MAY I GET YOUR AUTOGRAPH???”

-”nO PapArazzi PleAse”

-I feel as though you’d be bilingual, Japanese and English. I feel at home it’ll lean more towards English although there’s a hint of Japanese in there

-He rarely gets mad at you but if he did, it’s probably because you put yourself in danger or something of that sorts

-If you cannot sleep, he’ll let you sleep with him and he’ll have blue clues playing in the bakground to help “sooth you” (he enjoys that show very much”

-”THE CLUE IS RIGHT THERE BLUEEEE”

-”dad? I-”

-Tells you stories about his high school/early life and gives you advice

-”in conclusion do not throw a pumpkin at a security guard or you might get hurt...okay love bug?”

-The sweetest thing ever, like he randomly makes weird faces or says random things to make you laugh

-Forehead kisses or little cheek kisses

-Twirls you around and says “Ah my little princess looks lovely today”

-OMG TICKLE FIGHTS I SWEAR YOU’RE GASPING FOR AIR SOMEONE HELP YOU BUT LIKE ITS FUN

-You help him choose outfits when he’s indecisive

-”take away the scarf and go with the graphic tee and maybe the black boots instead of the red ones”

-”Look at my child, a fashion Icon.”

-He let you decorate the house so now there’s glitter, pink stuff, rainbows and sparkles all around the house but it’s super cute. 

-Many cute photos of you guys in macaroni picture frames.

-HE TAKES PICTURES OF EVERYTHING LIKE STACKS OF PHOTOS SMHHH TAKE THE CAMERA AWAAAAYYYYY

-Being Present’s Child would be super cute and mega fun. He’s one of the most interactive loving dads out there, you would never feel lost or lonely for a second. Seriously he is the dad that we all wanted/ needed as a kid lmao. 

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Colorful | Corbyn Besson

Warnings? Nah, I think the ending kinda sucks tho 

Requested? Yup! I hope you like it @abbyhauck13 :) 

Summary: (y/n) and her sister have been wanting to get meet and greet for their favorite band forever but when the time comes, their luck runs out. However everything changes the day before the concert and (y/n) meets her soulmate just before summer ends. 

Word Count: 2,294

“Did you get vip?” Your sister Ari asks you. 

“Nah I was at work and even when I tried on my break they were all gone,” You sigh and fall back onto your bed. 

Your sister lays down next to you and you felt like crying. Your favorite boy band Why Don’t We were coming to your city and you couldn’t even get meet and greet for the first time. While you would still go to the concert, you wished you could meet the five boys that brought a smile to your face no matter what. 

“Who knows, maybe we can win a contest or buy tickets off of someone.” 

And that was that for awhile. You’d see plenty of people going to their concerts and their pictures with the boys and a pang of hurt hit you. You were positive and hyped everyone up as much as possible though. 

“(y/n)!!” You hear your sister scream up the stairs. Before you can even think about responding, you hear her bounding up the steps and towards your bedroom door. 

“I met my soulmate!” She screams and your jaw drops open. 

“What!? How? When? Where?” You fire off questions as Ari sits down on your bed. 

Ever since you can remember, you and your sister loved the idea of finding your soulmate. You both dreamed of how the world would look when the gray lifted and every extraordinary color shone in your eyes. Growing up, Ari dated a bit but never found her soulmate. 

You wanted to date, but you also didn’t see any point in it. If you were to have a soulmate, someone you spent your whole life with, why endure the heartbreak? Besides, all the firsts would mean even more if you did them with the one. 

You understood where she came from though. It made you kind of nervous to dive into a brand new relationship without any warning was scary. What if you messed it all up because you didn’t have any experience? You tried not to think about it too much. 

“So I was at the library studying,” She starts and you scoff. “Okay, I was at the library to see Sam,” She admits. Sam was her boyfriend but recently she had been saying she wanted to break up with him. 

“And I was going to break up with him.” 

“You were gonna break up with him at the library?” You ask incredulously. 

“Yes move on,” She responds and you roll your eyes. 

“So, I’m at the library and Sam is there studying so I ask to talk to him. He doesn’t want to leave so I tell him that I want to break up.” 

“He didn’t take it well did he?” 

“No,” She admits and you laugh. 

“Anyway, he starts freaking out and causing a scene.” 

“Naturally,” You chime in and your sister looks like she wants to punch you. 

“And this guy steps in front of me and tells Sam to chill out. He storms off and whatever and then when the guy turns around it hits me,” She says dreamily as if she falls back into the feeling of what it was like.

You practically fall into the same feeling with the way she begins to describe it. While you wouldn’t understand what the world looks like now to her, you still dream about it constantly. Ari was beyond lucky to be able to meet her soulmate so young. 

“We’re gonna hangout again tonight,” She smiles dreamily. 

“I can’t wait to be there at your wedding you two already sound so cute.” 

She gives you a soft smile before taking your hand and squeezing it lightly. “You’ll meet him soon I know it.” 

The rest of the summer seems to fly by. Ari is preoccupied with her soulmate, getting to know him and starting their lives together. You were beyond happy for her to finally find true love but you couldn’t help but feel a bit sad. 

Not only were you not able to meet your all time favorite boy band, you had nothing else to do all summer but work. It was tiring and boring but you were making bank all summer. Besides, there was always the next tour. 

Tonight you were working the closing shift. It was 6pm to 12 am and honestly your least favorite shift for work. You were alone for the last two hours and the only thing that kept you company were the creepy night shoppers and terrible 80s music. 

You tried to make the most of it tonight and bring your headphones so you at least had something different to listen to. As you’re saying your goodbyes to your coworkers, you pop a headphone in and pull up your why don’t we playlist. 

You decided to start cleaning the registers first as you wait for the occasional customer to come stop your busy work. As you clean, you find yourself bopping to your music and even singing along. Even though you were alone for the last two hours, doesn’t mean you can't have fun. 

Just as you move to your next register, you stop when one of your favorite songs to dance to, friends, comes on. You do a little happy dance before pausing and starting to do your practiced choreography. You loved learning the boys dance moves to songs so you could pop off during concerts. 

“I’ll bring a couple of things along,” You sing quietly before performing the tricky steps and landing the beat. You smile proudly at yourself since you had been practicing that move for ages and you finally perfected it.

Just as you’re about to walk away, you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn quickly on your feet but end up getting tangled mid spin and before you know it you’re falling. You hear someone call out but it’s too late. 

You land squarely on the ground, sliding back about a foot before slouching back down. You sigh and before you can move, the boy is sticking his hand out to you. You take it, and he hauls you up. 

“Are you okay?” He asks and you check your hands and arms to make sure they’re okay. You pull your phone out to see it’s almost completely shattered and you sigh. 

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to scare you,” The boy apologizes and you finally look up at him. Your jaw drops open and you try to form a response but nothing comes out. 

“You’re Jack Avery,” You state. 

“Guilty as charged,” He admits and you still can’t process it. 

“You’re Jack Avery,” You repeat. “What are you doing here? Not like Connecticut I know you’re here for the concert tomorrow but what are you doing here? This is literally the middle of nowhere and you’re here at my job and i’m embarrassing myself.” 

“It’s fine. What’s your name?” 

“(y/n),” You respond and he nods. 

“Well (y/n), anyway I can make that up to you?” He asks gesturing towards your shattered phone. 

“I can buy you a new one? Or get you limelight? Or both?” He asks unsure of what to do in this situation. 

“Both works,” You joke and he smiles. 

“Both it is.” 

The two of you talk for a bit longer, and he gives you his phone number with the promise you won’t give it to anyone else. By the time he’s finally checked out and leaving, you’re clocking out. 

“I know this is a really random question,” You start and Jack looks over at you. 

“But have you met your soulmate yet?” 

“Yeah about a year ago. Why?” 

“My sister met hers this summer and I can’t stop thinking about it,” You respond shrugging your shoulders. 

“Hey, you never know what could happen. Maybe it’s someone in the band?” 

The next day you wake up and almost forget what happened the night before. When it hits you all over again, you rush straight into your sisters room. She’s still asleep but that doesn't stop you from running over and shaking her awake. 

“Ari!!!” You scream. 

“What?” She asks annoyed. 

“Get up! We’re meeting Why Don’t We today!!” 

At those words, she bolts out of bed and lets out an excited scream. She runs over and hugs you and the two of you jump up and down in excitement. This was a dream come true for the two of you and you were still in shock of it all. 

“How did you get meet and greet?” She asks after settling down a bit. 

You explain the events of last night, and when you're done, Ari freaks out all over again. Suddenly your phone starts to ring and you head into your room with Ari hot on your trail. When you reach it, you see Jacks contact pulled up and your sister shrieks in excitement. 

“Answer it!” 

You swipe right on the call and Ari leans closer to you to hear what he’s saying. He explains when to get to the venue and where to meet him and when you hang up, Ari and you both cheer in excitement again. 

The two of you then decide to split up and start getting ready for the concert. Jack told you to be there in two hours leaving you an hour to get set. After changing and fixing your hair and makeup, you and your sister set out. 

“I can’t believe we’re meeting them! This summer is literally the best.” 

The drive is quick and you find yourself starting to freak out. Last night was a dream meeting Jack on accident. Meeting the rest of the band is everything you’ve ever wanted and more. You find parking and head inside the big casino. You head for the arena and when you get there you walk towards the security guard sitting out front. 

“Hi, uh (y/n) (y/l/n) and Arianna (y/l/n)?” The security guard gives us an uncertain look but before he can say anything, the door behind him opens. Jacks head peaks out and he smiles widely at us.

“Hey (y/n). Come on in.” The two of you slip past the security guard and start to follow Jack. As you walk, your sister hits your arm dramatically trying not to freak out too loudly.  

Jack talks as the three of you walk, explaining that limelight doesn’t start for another hour and that he wanted you to have time to hang out with the guys. He leads you towards the back of the stage and into what he told us was the dressing rooms. 

When you walk in, the boys are relaxed around the room talking. You spot all of the band members except Corbyn and when they realize Jack hasn’t come back alone, they stop talking. Jack steps forward and introduces the two of us before explaining what happened the other day. 

“So that’s why we had to make a stop at the apple store?” Daniel asks and Jack nods. 

“You didn’t have to buy me a new phone I was joking,” You chime in and Jack shrugs. 

“I felt bad and besides you shouldn’t have to deal with a shattered screen forever because of me.” 

After initial introductions, the six of us sit around and talk. Every once in awhile your mind would wander to where Corbyn was but you figured he’d be around eventually. You were still pretty starstruck anyway all things considered so you were just trying to process that this was actually happening. 

About ten minutes before limelight was supposed to begin, Corbyn finally walks into the room. He explains where he was and apologizes for not being here earlier. He heads over to Ari first and offers her a hug before turning to you. 

And it’s just like Ari explained but even better. 

Just as Corbyn turns, his eyes move slowly upwards till they’re gazing into yours. You’re thrown into a state of shock and wonder as the edges of the room slowly start to color. You look to see the walls are a startling white, the carpet black with a red stripe down the middle, and a larger array of colors shadowing across the room. 

You look down and realize your outfit displays about four or five colors that this morning you would have described as different shades of gray and black. Finally, when you look back up, Corbyn is staring at you with the softest and most loving smile you had ever seen. 

“Hey soulmate,” He greets and your smile widens. You’ve waited ages for that term to be sent in your direction. If this wasn’t happening literally right before you’re eyes you wouldn’t believe it. “You’re so colorful.” 

“Hey. You seeing what I’m seeing?”  

“Just that I’m gonna spend the rest of my life with the most gorgeous girl ever? Totally,” You laugh at his cheesiness but you never felt happier than in this moment. You were damn lucky Corbyn has always been your lane ever since the band started. 

“Good because I don’t think you’ll ever get rid of me.” 

“Wait I was right?” Jack asks upon realizing what was happening between you and Corbyn. “Yo I’m a psychic.” 

The rest of the boys laugh at this and you’re still figuring out how you had the worst and best luck of all time. You couldn’t believe that the universe had decided today wasn’t gonna go in your favor until the very last second. It was truly crazy. 

“If Jack’s a psychic we’re all in trouble,” Jonah jokes and you burst out laughing. 

“I don't know man. This is damn good for me,” Corbyn adds before looking over at you and smiling. 

“Same here,” You respond. 

[manicr]

Season’s Greetings

...and a merry fuckmas to you too, asshole

Summary: It’s the season and Bullseye has a job, everybody just keeps getting in the way and into each others pants.

...Taskmaster already regrets hiring Bullseye.

Rating: T for mentioned violence, profanity

Parings: implied Outlaw/Domino, Taskmaster/Outlaw

Prologue

Chapter 1: Queens

The first snow had long since fallen, earlier this year than usual, and as expected, it came with the annual issues of subway cancellations, unplowed roads, and slip ‘n falls in the City. Even the caped crusaders of New York were less likely to be seen on the streets and skies as it continued to pour down to the tune of Let it Snow. It was a time made for people like him to slip under the radar and get shit done.

As he stood with his spiked hot chocolate, Taskmaster wasn’t surprised to see Spider-Man, now in a knitted red and blue scarf and snug cap, swing past not far from his Queens apartment, clocking him as he did on his phone. At least twice a day, usually on a pretty even schedule. It wouldn’t be hard to avoid the Webslinger. Spider-Man didn’t really look into anything unless civilians complained or got hurt.

Taskmaster made a big point of being the nicest neighbour possible for this very reason, he helped old ladies with their bags and put up christmas lights even despite Bullseye’s efforts to tear them down.

He could certainly have chosen another place, but each borough had it’s heroes and it was at times useful to have one under clear surveillance. Queens just had the least violent one and the one who wasn’t tapped into what was happening in the criminal underground. Happily enough, he knew that the Black Cat was again in one of her off seasons with the Spider, so he’d be getting no intel from that front. And other heroes seldom interfered in the Spider’s turf in Queens even if he shared Midtown with a few. All he needed to do was to keep his dirty business indoors and elsewhere. 

He had argued extensively with Bullseye about this, there was no way he’d setup shop in the City, especially the Kitchen, and he wouldn't tolerate any killing anywhere near him. Taskmaster wasn’t going to court the attention of Punisher or Daredevil; those two were dangerous to get involved with especially when he was doing the hit with Bullseye. He knew about the middling beef with Spider-Man, but it wasn’t anything as psychotically obsessive as Bullseye’s thing for the aforementioned vigilantes. 

Now it was just to keep the assassin on track and focused without picking fights with any superheroes or vigilantes. It had gone fine the first week with the extensive surveillance and planning needed, but now well into December it was starting to get more difficult.

An unexpected, though in hindsight predictable, issue had been the utter loathing Bullseye had for Christmas and the season in general. It wasn’t the more common version of just outright ignoring the festivities, which Taskmaster himself mostly did, but the virulent and expressive hatred of an obsessive nutjob. 

It wasn’t just murdering Santas with christmas decorations and vandalising christmas displays, it was Bullseye whining about it constantly. If it wasn’t the holidays, it was the cold and the snow. Bullseye was always too cold and bored by everything when he wasn’t allowed to just murder everyone who annoyed him. Bullseye was making Shocker seem like a stoic and Boomerang mature by comparison.  It was frankly making Taskmaster want to kick Bullseye off the job. If only the plan didn’t hinge on him. 

Sighing, Taskmaster texted Black Ant on a secure VPN bounced line for a progress report. He couldn’t wait for this job to be over.

SpcUpUrLif: status

BBA69: got full access to Access. Got myself a free prime account on the bosses credit and a waterbed }XD 

SpcUpUrLif: exit strategy in place?

BBA69: nearly. Tho why bother? I coudda killed the target like last week. I’m tired of living of Karen’s lunch. iÍt’s KALE and vegan. She thinks its Mark in accounting :PPP

SpcUpUrLif: i’m not arguing about this again. just do it. client wants it like this.

SpcUpUrLif: besides money. can’t hide all that cash in your prime account.

BBA69: truth bro. Gimme a few days then, gotta go slow to hide the trail

BBA69: hows the resident Grinch psycho? Still making darts outta glass for Santa?

SpcUpUrLif: out doing his part, talking to everyone how he’s gonna do the hit of the century. best scapegoat ever.

BBA69: Small blessings. GTG Nancy Tightpants is clocking in and she’s having an affair with Mark and it’s a real porno up in here

SpcUpUrLif: you’re disgusting

BBA69: gotta get my kicks somehow ;)

Logout

Taskmaster pocketed his phone and sipped more of his chocolate, mind churning on getting everything right since shit would go really bad if it didn’t, pissing off both the client and Bullseye. He didn’t know who scared him more, but he was determined to make this job run without a hitch. He’d just have to manage until then. 

Maybe he’d call Outlaw, have a boozy night and good fucking. She was out with Domino, and she deserved that, but hey, maybe they were into a threesome. He snorted to himself, thinking it unlikely, but Christmas miracles. Later perhaps, give them some nice presents, with all the money he’d make, and have a quiet evening, which would be an improvement on his current situation. 

Speaking of the devil, Bullseye stomped in through the door, bundled up into anonymity in more garments than an adult man should ever need.  A gloved hand tugged down the scarf and revealed a grinning mouth, and a bright red snotty nose. 

“Guess what? I hit Spidey with a snowball!”

Of course he did. “I swear, if you blow our cover--”

“Pfft. No chance, even if he saw me he’s too much of a weeb to hurt anyone over a snowball,” Bullseye said as he shed all his outer clothes on the floor in a wet pile, making Taskmaster bite his tongue to avoid yelling at him to pick his damn stuff up.

“Why are you here?” he asked instead. “We didn’t schedule anything for today, and I told you I’d contact you when your part started.”

“I’m bored and I talked to a few people at the Bar --- guess what they told me?” Bullseye grinned, and Taskmaster honestly couldn’t tell if Bullseye meant talking as in actual conversations or torture induced confessions. He somehow doubted that Bullseye made much distinction between those two. It also begged the question of who would willingly talk to Bullseye? Never mind, he was already the idiot doing that.

“That you have beautiful eyes and can absolutely take their seat?” he remarked dryly, knowing to thread the fine line of joking with Bullseye and taking him seriously. 

“That too.” Another grin and a chuckle. “There’s gonna be a big charity gala and all the bigwigs will be there. We don’t need to wait around anymore, just kill him there, job done. And we can even make it look like he wasn’t the target since there will be so many rich assholes there! Shooting fish in a barrel and tons of guards for me to play with.”

Oh God, Bullseye thought he was being clever. Taskmaster could already feel a headache coming up, he set his cup on the table and tried not to raise his voice.

“No. We have a job. We do the job according to specifications. If you want to do another job while you wait, be my guest, as long as you don’t get caught.”

“Spoilsport,” Bullseye huffed, took and drank his chocolate before Taskmaster could snatch his cup back. “Can’t do anything fun with you and I hate just sitting around.”

Deep breath and resist the urge to punch the daylights out of Bullseye.

He needed to give Bullseye something to do before everything blew in their face. “On the other hand, it might be good for you to go. Check out the target and his guards, do a little gentle poking to see their reactions, but nothing that’d make them beef their security up further. It’d need a delicate touch as well. I think I know exactly who to send with you to make that work and to finance it all.”

He was certain that he had Black Cat’s number and she owed him. She couldn’t afford to end up on his naughty list. Maybe get Domino on it too, she had a better hand on Bullseye’s brand of crazy. God knows the man needed a babysitter.   

Taskmaster told Bullseye the outline of a simple smash and grab with an added assassination of a few ‘bigwigs’ he knew had active bounties on them. The assassin ate it up like his marshmallows and hot chocolate. It would at least give him some time away from Bullseye; it wasn’t worth the headache to get a close eye on the marksman’s uncanny skills.

As Bullseye finally left, Taskmaster could see and hear a pile of snow land on him, out of nowhere, and an insincere ‘sorry’ call out from above as Bullseye burst into a litany of curses.

He wrote down the time on his phone, smiling.

TBC

[beckzorz]

Out of Nowhere (2/21)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/OFC Summary: An offhand comment at work draws Jesse Kaplan into the orbit of Bucky Barnes. Bucky’s excited at the prospect of normalcy, but there’s nothing normal about falling in love with the Winter Soldier. Words: 3577 A/N: HELLO FROM PART 2!!! Enter Bucky! :D And enter some unconventional formatting... A lot of this is drawn from my personal experiences, and a lot of my personal experiences involve texting my friends about what’s going on a hundred times a day XD (Sorry @kentuckybarnes​!) The song for this chapter is “Solitude” by Duke Ellington from In a Sentimental Mood. Hope you enjoy :3

PART 2: “SOLITUDE”

     Today, 6:38 PM

itsadrian: ahhh you look great!!!!! jesse.kaplan: Thanks :3333 jesse.kaplan: I’d feel better about this if I had a cocktail dress newer than the 1950s itsadrian: lol itsadrian: that’s what you get for only buying vintage clothes jesse.kaplan: My jeans are brand new Adrian… it’s my soul that’s the Real Old™ around here jesse.kaplan: don’t judge itsadrian: can’t help it itsadrian: at least it’s a nice one tho! the 50s are back in itsadrian: and black is classic itsadrian: i think if you went in a dress from the 40s you’d raise some Actual Old But Also Young™ eyebrows itsadrian: 50s seem pretty safe in comparison jesse.kaplan: don’t judge… but I had that same thought process haha itsadrian: SMART itsadrian: that’s why i keep you around :P jesse.kaplan: Well thank god otherwise I’d be having a panic attack on the metro which is never a great look jesse.kaplan: my roommate said it looked ok but I trust you more haha jesse.kaplan: oh geez here we go ttyl!! itsadrian: take a selfie with pepper potts!!!! byeeee

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Jesse stuffed her phone in her clutch and adjusted its long strap across her body as she ran up the stairs to street level. The benefit was at a fancy hotel in Midtown, a block and a half from the subway. She was grateful she hadn’t given in to the urge to wear her fanciest shoes; her low black heels weren’t debilitating. Not yet, anyway. Hopefully there wouldn’t be too much standing in place.

She hummed jazz to herself as she walked briskly along, not meeting anyone’s gaze. Was it obvious where she was going, dressed up as she was? The benefit wasn’t hugely publicized, or at least she hoped it wasn’t. Sure, there might be a few supers there, but not the whole Avengers squad.

As soon as she rounded the corner, she sighed in relief. Though guests trickled in, the photographers corded off from the entry ignored them. No doubt they were waiting for the famous people.

Jesse hurried to the door, fished out the invite on her phone, and flashed it to the security guard as she went in. She heard sudden calls from the street, but the doors closed before she could see who was arriving.

Inside was cool, fancy—art deco carpeting, gilded columns, a gleaming reception desk. The odd tourist gawked; Jesse ignored them as best she could as she followed the directions of the smiling tuxedoed butler to the ballroom. She steeled herself and went inside.

Alright, so the room was gorgeous. A snazzy bar hugged the left wall, not far from the door, and a small raised stage complete with a Stark Foundation podium was on the far wall. Numbered tables set for ten took up much of the room, but there was a small area for schmoozing by the bar. Jesse brightened when she spotted the quartet just about to play—and a dance floor! Maybe they’d play some jazz, or swing…

Jesse deflated. She didn’t know anyone here.

“Excuse me,” someone said behind her, and Jesse apologized and made her way over to the bar, a vague smile fixed on her face. All she got was a water; no way was she drinking alcohol when she had to talk to strangers. She stood a few steps away from the bar, watching the few couples swaying to the music with a critical eye.

“Jesse?”

Jesse jumped and turned. A fellow dancer! Someone loved her tonight. “Mike! What are you doing here?”

“My company is getting a nod,” Mike said, grinning back down at her. He was pale and very tall—well over six feet—and wonderfully dressed, considering she’d only ever seen him in t-shirt and jeans. “You?”

“My colleague’s in the hospital, so I’m a last-minute replacement. She’ll recover,” Jesse added when Mike’s face screwed up. “If you’re here, I’m not sorry to have to replace her anymore though! How are you?”

“Pretty good, you?”

“Same old. Tired, but what else is new. Anyway, this isn’t exactly perfect music, but wanna dance?”

“Of course,” Mike answered.

Jesse chugged her water and left her empty cup and clutch at her table before hurrying back to Mike as a new song was starting. It had a better beat than the first song, and they snagged a spot near the band.

As soon as they starting pulsing to the music, Jesse’s lingering anxiety completely melted away. There was something magical about dancing with a good lead. Nothing else seemed to matter, and it was so easy to close your eyes and let yourself be led. And Mike was a very good lead.

Once they started doing more complex moves, where Mike was alternatively at arm’s length and swinging her around him, Jesse opened her eyes to avoid collisions. The song was good, predictable—they both hit a break in the music and grinned at each other.

Then Jesse recognized a face in the little crowd that was gathering around to watch them, and she couldn’t help but stare.

Sergeant Barnes.

His expression was severe, intense; his hair was pulled back tightly. Combined with a high forehead and his sharp suit, he looked two steps shy of terrifying. After a moment, he met her gaze. Jesse forced a smile and looked away, heat rising to her cheeks. She kept her eyes on Mike, only daring to look as far up as the onlookers’ collars when she wasn’t facing her friend.

The music was fun, her dancing was good, so why did the guy who had been so impressed by her work look so displeased with her now? Why couldn’t he smile like everyone else, and save her from being so worked up as to lose enjoyment in her one consolation tonight? She felt someone staring, cutting a line across her arms, her collarbone—she didn’t dare look to see if it was still him. She had to talk to him later.

The song finally ended, and Jesse thanked Mike with a customary hug. Some of the onlookers clapped, and Jesse warmed a little as she smiled shyly around at them. Barnes had vanished, thank god.

Jesse slipped away to get her cup, disturbed. She couldn’t think of Barnes like that; he’d done so much for BCEI. And Marilyn liked him. She took a breath to clear her head and arrived at her table.

Oh.

Well.

Sergeant Barnes was sitting next to her things. An old woman was chatting to him from his other side. Barnes glanced at her as she approached, but almost immediate turned his whole body to face her. His gaze was less severe than before; maybe the effect of his companion?

“Hello,” Jesse said, doing her best to maintain a genuine smile.

“Hey,” Barnes said. His voice was soft, a little melancholy, and not exactly friendly. Still, a big improvement.

Jesse slid into her seat and wrapped her hands nervously around her glass, which a waiter came by to refill. The tables were awfully crowded; there was no room to avoid Barnes' gaze without seeming rude. She took a steadying breath and looked back up at him as confidently as she could.

Okay, she knew he was ripped, but his face was oddly delicate. Maybe his sad eyes, or his mouth—Jesse cut herself off.

“I’m here for BCEI instead Marilyn,” she told him.

Barnes stiffened. His eyes narrowed as he leaned back a little to regard her with a suddenly terrifying demeanor. “Oh? What happened to Marilyn?”

“She broke her ankle,” Jesse blurted, her own eyes widening as his narrowed even further. “She’s alright though! Just a fall. A cat or… something. I’m sorry.”

“Bucky, contain yourself before you make this poor girl faint,” the old woman on Barnes' other side cut in. She leaned forward a bit and smiled, not unkindly, at Jesse. “You dance beautifully.”

“Oh, um, thanks,” Jesse said, cheeks hot. She stared into her water, trying to relax.

“I’m sorry,” Barnes said, low and repentant. “I was looking forward to seeing her.”

Jesse forced a little laugh. “It’s okay. I’m sorry too! She was looking forward to coming.”

“But you weren’t?” he asked. She looked up at that. He had his eyebrows raised a little, and she flushed anew. Was it so obvious?

“I only found out I was coming this morning,” she hedged. “I’ve never been to anything like this. I don’t think I’ll know if I should’ve looked forward to it until it’s over.”

He let out a rueful sigh. “Smart.”

Jesse sipped her water rather than agree with him. Far be it from her to tout her own intelligence. Though she couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking of. He had to be thinking of something specific. She wondered.

The old woman on Barnes' other side reclaimed his attention with what turned out to be a long-winded story. Jesse couldn’t help but admire his quiet attentiveness. Perhaps listening to other people was easier than talking for him? She often found it so among strangers.

Five minutes in, the band quieted. The rest of their table filled in as Pepper Potts mounted the stage, a hulking man in a suit close at her heels. Jesse tried to figure out who in the crowd was a donor and who, like her, was a beneficiary. It was easier with the women—the rich ones had nicer, blingier jewelry. The men… all wore suits.

Potts began her speech, silencing all other conversations. “Hi and welcome to Stark Industries’ annual benefit…”

Jesse listened, half attentive, as Potts introduced various people representing various organizations. Each one went on stage to applause and shook Potts’ hand (continued applause), made a short speech about their Good Works (followed by applause), and left the stage. Jesse began to tune it all out, but then she heard Barnes' name and perked up.

“—Sergeant James Barnes, for his work with the Brooklyn Children’s Education Initiative.”

A smattering of applause echoed through the room as Barnes stood. The couple across the table from Jesse paled as they stared at him in fresh realization. Had they really not recognized him? Jesse glanced around; the shock and whispers were poorly masked by polite clapping. Apparently he wasn’t as instantly recognizable as she’d assumed.

A sudden burst of panic flared in her gut. Would Barnes' checkered history color BCEI’s opportunities in the future? Had she made a mistake soliciting his help?

She stared anxiously around the crowd, then back to Barnes. He stepped nimbly between the tables and up the steps to the podium, shook Pepper Potts’ hand, and adjusted the mic to his six-foot frame.

“Thanks,” Barnes said. His voice was soft, round, and vaguely ironic, but he met her eyes from across the room and gave her a serious little nod. Surprised, Jesse nodded back, and Barnes looked up to the prompter. “The Brooklyn Children’s Education Initiative provides the opportunity for underprivileged kids in my hometown to be fully engaged with their education. Their after-school programs at schools around Brooklyn welcome students of all backgrounds. I was lucky enough to participate in a program about the Great Depression, and it was inspiring to watch the students take control of their own learning. BCEI is a great cause. Thanks, Pepper, and everyone else who enables them to continue their good work.”

Once he stepped back, Jesse relaxed. It was so obviously scripted that she felt no qualms in only clapping as long as most others. It wasn’t any skin off his back if she didn’t give a standing ovation for her own organization.

Best of all, the speech completely sidestepped his questionable past.

When Barnes made it back to the table, Jesse smiled up at him briefly, finally at ease about her attendance. She was done! BCEI had done its part. As soon as the rest of the speeches were done, she could leave, dance with Mike, make small talk—

Well, hopefully not small talk.

As the next speech went underway, Jesse looked through the crowd for Mike, finally spotting him a few tables away next to a middle-aged blond woman. Mike was busy watching the speech, but the woman eventually glanced Jesse’s way. Jesse gave a little smile and looked back to the stage, embarrassed.

Pepper Potts finished her closing statements and left the stage (to applause) as the band picked back up. Jesse turned at last to Barnes and cleared her throat.

Once he turned to her, she said, “Thank you for your speech.”

“You’re welcome,” he said. He took a sip of his drink; Jesse realized he too was just drinking water, and wondered why. Habit, or necessity?

“I don’t know your name,” Barnes said suddenly.

“Oh, I’m sorry! I’m Jesse.”

He studied her face. “You apologize a lot,” he said. “Why?”

“I dunno, Jewish guilt?”

“Ha.” Barnes said, but he was not smiling.

Of course—he’d worked for Nazis. Jesse winced.

“Alternatively, bad parenting?” she offered.

Barnes gave a tiny smile—his first all night. Jesse almost cheered.

“Hi, Jesse.”

Jesse spun in her seat. “Mike! Hi!” She smiled up at her friend. Mike glanced at Barnes with muted curiosity.

“Wanna dance?” he asked.

She smiled and jumped to her feet. Let Barnes be awkward at someone else. “Take a guess.”

–

Jesse danced with Mike for a single glorious song. When a stranger asked her to dance, she accepted, but instantly regretted it. She smiled tensely the whole time, using as much force as she dared to keep her shoulder from popping out of its socket. Once the song was over, she fled back to Mike with a relieved sigh.

While they were dancing, someone kicked the back of Jesse’s ankle. She stumbled with a wince; Mike gripped her elbow, steadying her.

“I’m sorry! Are you okay?” she asked automatically, turning to face whoever had stepped on her.

It was Barnes, dancing with the old woman from their table. His face was pinched, but as she spoke his expression grew incredulous.

“I kicked you,” he said. “Are you okay?”

“Of course, it happens all the time,” Jesse said. She rolled her ankle, containing a wince. Barnes just stared at her. She smiled, hoping to diffuse—reassure him. “So I’ll have a bruise! It’s the cost of doing business. Not a big deal. You’re okay?”

“I’m fine,” he said, still looking at her as though she had two heads.

“Good,” Jesse said. She nodded with finality and turned back to Mike. As they finished out the song, she occasionally met Barnes' eyes. It was hard to look friendly under the force of his confusion, especially as she considered the necessity of asking after the well-being of someone who had not been hurt when that someone was a supersoldier.

Of course Barnes was fine. He was engineered to be fine.

Physically, anyway. Who knew what was going on in his head.

The song ended—Mike timed a dip perfectly—and Jesse hugged him and turned to get some water.

“Would you like to dance?”

Jesse blinked up at Barnes. He stood in her way, his gloved hand held out to her. She looked down at it, then back to him. Why was he asking? Out of politeness? He’d been more confounded by her than anything…

More importantly, did she actually want to dance with him? Would he hurt her? He didn’t seem to know how to express himself in public. Did that translate to dancing?

Well, the old woman had finished her dance with him in one piece, so she probably would too.

“Okay,” she said finally, and put her hand in his.

The corners of his mouth turned up, though she wouldn’t call it a smile exactly. He put his other arm—his flesh-and-bones arm—under hers and across her back, drawing her in so close that her nose brushed his jacket until she turned her head aside. She let out a shallow breath and tried to relax as the music started, simple and slow and gentle. His muscles shifted with his movements, and a sudden flush spread over her face as she realized how close they were. Jesse swallowed. Should she try to make conversation? Should she just bear the silence? What would they even talk about? They’d covered all the normal things back at the table…

“You dance real well,” Barnes said suddenly.

Jesse hummed her thanks and smiled despite herself. If someone who had lived through the actual swing era thought she was doing a good job even when she was so damn uncomfortable, she had to be good.

He moved them a little apart and studied her. “And you look… a little out of place.”

“What?!” Jesse laughed, too bewildered to be offended.

“Your dress is out of time. It’s, um…” Barnes frowned. His gloved hand clenched around hers, and her smile fell flat. Her heart twisted at his obvious confusion. God, no wonder he’d stared at her! He couldn’t place her. Captain America had missed everything for all the years he was missing, but the Winter Soldier… hadn’t.

Her face burned. How could she have been so self-centered? Every concern she’d had about Barnes had been all about her, not him. So what if he was awkward, or intimidating? Hadn’t he suffered enough? Hadn’t he earned the right to be free of her judgment?

“It’s from the fifties,” Jesse said at last, glancing at their clasped hands as his hold tightened again. He loosened his grip, chagrined.

“I thought so,” he said. “But—”

“My hair’s very much not fifties,” she added. “That might have thrown you off?”

Barnes tilted his head as he regarded her. She tried not to squirm, but being stared at by a man trying to piece her various incongruent parts together made her flesh crawl. It felt like an eternity before he was satisfied.

“Right,” he said. He let out a breath between his teeth and drew her back in, settling his arm securely around her. “Thank you.”

His mouth was by her ear, and the quiet warmth of his words sent a sudden shiver through her. Unable to speak, she just nodded.

How could such a strange, displaced man make her feel his presence with nothing more than a simple thank you? Dancing with him was so different from dancing with all the other leads she knew. With them, she had familiarity, comfort… There was comfort here too—he knew what he was doing, no question—but it was spiced with something dark. However awkward he was in conversation, they weren’t limited by that now. Behind that uncomfortable veneer, Barnes was dangerous. Somehow, that thrilled her.

Jesse sighed and closed her eyes, trying not to melt into Barnes’ solid hold. Her efforts must have been in vain, as he tightened his arm around her ever so slightly. She expected him to put her back to a safe distance, but… he didn’t.

Well, she’d take it. Whatever danger he posed to his enemies, right now he wasn’t hurting anyone.

The rest of the song passed in a pleasant blur. When it was over, Jesse hesitated before stepping back. Barnes had gone still, but he let her pull away without resistance.

“Thank you,” Jesse said. She smiled tentatively up at him.

Barnes didn’t answer; his eyes were dark and his shoulders tense. He stared down at her, unblinking. Jesse bit her lip, unable to look away. After a tense moment, he let out a quick breath, nodded sharply, and stalked away.

Jesse stood immobilized on the dance floor until Mike came by with his own water.

“You okay, Jesse?” he asked.

“I think so,” she said. She shook off the strange aftereffects of her dance with Barnes. “I think I’m going to head out. It was great seeing you! Will you be at the dance on Thursday?”

“I should be,” Mike said. He gave her a quick hug. “Bye.”

“See ya.”

Jesse made her way back to her table, still half in a daze as she gathered her clutch and wove her way back to the door. She was almost there when someone put a firm hand on her arm, stopping her in her tracks.

It was Barnes. His face was back to its normal solemnity, but Jesse flushed all the same at the sudden memory of being held against him.

“Where is Marilyn staying?” he asked.

“Oh, I don’t know. I’m sorry. I can find out,” she offered reflexively, then frowned. “Although I don’t know how to get in touch with you.”

“Give me your phone,” he said. “Unlocked.”

Jesse blinked and did as he asked. There was no arguing with that tone of voice. Barnes started a new text, and Jesse raised her eyebrows. “Aren’t you worried I’d give your number to someone else?”

He gave her a dry look, but paused. “Are you going to?”

“No…”

“So I’m not worried.” He sent the text and passed her phone back to her. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” Jesse tucked her phone away, bewildered. “You and Marilyn must have really hit it off.”

“She’s great. No nonsense, no judgment.”

Jesse bit the inside of her lip. “I suppose so.”

Barnes’ eyes narrowed at once. “What do you mean?”

“Oh—well, everyone’s judgmental. It’s just that Marilyn is usually right, so it’s not so obvious. Or annoying. At least for sensible folk. You know.”

Barnes smiled, his face transformed into something sweet and warm. Jesse couldn’t help but smile back.

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Book1 Hope Returns Chapter 10  Black out By GoldstoneGolem64

In the village Allura Coran And Adam watched as the lions land close by. then they saw a massive metal dragon.

For Coran the moment he saw the Valkyrie he remember O’ryan and the project he had been working on in secret from king Alfor and the other, he remembered their last conversion and their last moments of friendship

Ten thousand years ago

O’ryan  you have to tell Alfor about this 

No I will not tell that fool or any of follower about the Valkyrie. O’ryan counter 

Why are you being so Stubborn about this if he finds out you will be exiled or worst Executed for treason Coran said trying to reason with him 

Then I will die knowing what I did sacred him enough to actually do something to stop the problem instead of  hide behind his precious Voltron He yelled 

You helped build Voltron why are you so hellbent on destroyed? Coran yelled back 

I was a fool to do so back then a stupid young man full of ambition willing to do anything for his king. If you had told me three hundred years ago that Alfor wanted me to jump in to the sun I would happily dose. but now after all the thing my creations has done over the year I see my greatest achievement. But after all the horrible thing it did all I see now is my great and last mistake. He yelled

How can you said that it has done nothing but bring peace and bring so many races together Coran said 

But how many lives were lost before the peace? how many new enemies have come to take Voltron for themselves? How long until one of them take Voltron and corrupted it to their will or until a stronger enemy comes along  and wipes us out because they feared voltron power? Voltron is a time bomb for are extinction. So how long coran tell me how long until are world burns because of his hubris or because of his pride? Because I will not stand by and wait for him to stand up and deal with the problem on his own with out the aid of Voltron. So Coran tell your king about my project send me to my death but know is when are world is burning and Voltron is nowhere to be found you will we be sorry for not listening to me when you had the chance because are day are number and I'm going to stop that clock before it hits zero O’ryan said leave the room.

Coran watched has the Valkyrie land and saw the pilot walked out in a paladins helmet with the visor tined to hiding his face from the paladins.

Jay removed his helmet  reveal his face to the other. they all saw a man with long messy dirty red hair, hazel eyes, light brown skin and red cheek marks.

Allure ran to jay and hugged him. tell me where your from how many of us are there? what is are new home like? Allura asked with so much wonder in her eye 

Has jay and Beauregard explained everything they know Adam watched as Shiro walk out the black lion the two locked eyes.

Hey Adam said A little sheepishly

Shiro starred in  silence then he through off his helmet and ran at Adam. before he could react Adam found himself being held up and in along passionate kiss. They broke apart smiles on both of their faces. Adam saw the scar cross Shiro's nose.the white tufted of hair and his right arm was just cold hard steel. 

What have they done to you my love?Adam said saddened by what he saw.

They did a lot to me but the though of seeing you and Keith again kept me going Shiro Said

good to know your a live my dear now I get to kill you but not right now I just want to be held he and saver this moment. Adam said going in for another kiss

the moment they had was broken by three voices sing can you feel the love tonight. Adam starred at jay, Val and Beauregard all of them singing happily as their friend was having a very tender reunion .

I hate you three so much right now Adam said

We know Adam we know Jay said in return

Keith watched quietly has both Allura and Shiro were reunited with their loved one and another of their race they once though were dead

Hey Keith do you trust Jay? Pidge asked 

Why wouldn't I he saved Adam and brought him to me and Shiro Keith replied

Doesn't it seem a little to convenient that he shows up with Adam and helps us fight that robeast? Pidge said 

 Yay seem a bit suspicious hunk said 

Also he's get a little to chummy with Allura Lance said a little annoy that someone was take Allura attention off of him 

You can trust him The Valkyrie only works for alteans that meet her requirements just like the lion.so if you don't trust him trust her.

Alright said pidge 

Ok Hunk said 

What ever you say lance replied 

Good to know Keith said while watching jay for a bit then turned his attention to lance being his cutely annoying self as always then notice pidge doing the same.       

Back at the castle of lion

 Allure walked in the hanger bay where the Prometheus and the Valkyrie were being held along side the lion.They found jay dismantling the robeast arm trying to find was made the ball form so he could use it to do something with that she was currently unaware of.

Hey princess what brings you here? jay asked 

I just wanted to let you know that there is a party going on down stairs if you wanted to join? Allure replied Also can you tell me more about mar please.

Jay walked over to allure coved in oil and grease so what do you want to know princess?

If I were to go there will they welcome Coran and I back ?She asked.

Yes but not as Royalty be has just regular people we don't have any royals in power  because we have the council the only royal we have is Queen Selvaria and she is just queen in title not in power.

Allura was happy to know that her aunt was alive. so when we start flying we will head to mars first thing then she said.

No we don't we stay as far away from mars as possible until we can take out the empire because we are the most wanted people in the universe right now and I'm not putting my family or the family's of the paladins at risk just so you can see your people again I'm sorry but that's my stance on your plan but I cant stop you from doing what you do.But choose wise my princess

Allura was mad but she understood why jay wanted to keep mars safe she didn't want a repeat of altea on both earth and mars. Thank you for your input but you still don't answer my first question .will you be at the party ?Allura asked

Just let me get my Sunday best and I will meet you there Jay said 

Allure left and Jay walked in to the Prometheus as most of the security drones walked out to the party .

Hey Beauregard what are you doing?Jay asked 

He’s playing the roll of the guard today at the party Pidge said with his triangular galra security bots floating next to him

But why tho? Jay asked

We can never be to safe and Adam told me to so yay that's why Beau replied in his original body walking out of the ship 

Ok have fun jay said just walking past them to the bathroom to taking a nice hot shower. Walking in to his room to find his paladin armor on the bed. Putting it on match the other paladin and as well Adam had taking his only suit. Why he had a suit on a cargo ship was the fact that the ship was his house that's what he had told Adam when he ask when he asked if Jay had something he could wear. He spent all of money on this ship so he didn't have to share the profit with the person flying him to where the guide send him. the armor was like the other but the colors were the same as the Valkyrie the chest plate was gold the shoulder guards  were platinum as where the legs the jump suit was a silver compared to the black of the other. looking in to the mirror looking at them self and thinking dam I look good. The party was not much but hey a party a party he drank the nunvill like he was back in his first year of collage. seeing Shiro talking to pidge at the front door with the security drone on the bridge just in case of a galra attack he saw Adam talking to hunk and beau about the Prometheus he saw lance and Keith talking about a cheer like when I said volt you said Tron witch Keith couldn't  quiet get it witch Jay found funny but what he Also noticed was the way Keith stared at lance when he did something.Jay though maybe he could help Keith out later with his love life but for now let's party

As the party came to a close hours later   allure pidge and Keith left . so Jay, lance and hunk started to take about the reality of the situation. While Adam and beau walked to Shiro to give him compony.

So how long do you think it will take us to fix the universe? lance asked 

Five to six year as long as we don't die jay said 

five year how do you know that ?Hunk asked 

Simple if we free the right plants find a few rebel groups kill the king and cause enough damage to the armada in the first two year we got this war in the bag but if Zarkon has a kid or a crazy wife or husband I'm not one to judge. then we might be out here for eight year tops. I might be wrong though I'm a little buzzed Jay said taking a swig from the bottle of nunvill he grader from his fridge with confides.

So how long for each ?Lance asked 

Two years for killing the royal family Four for the cleaning up what was left maybe less if we have help and two years to set up a government of sorts give or take . 

I like those odd.I'm going to the kitchen to see if the others are there and tell them the good new and gets some more food you guy want anything ?Hunk Asked.

no I'm fine lance said

I'm good jay replied 

Alright see you guy later Hunk said walking toward the kitchen 

Lance started to walk way and jay followed behind him walking and talk to the bridge of the castle of lions. looking for the milky way on the star map. coran walked in to find the to them looking for there homeworlds and decide to help the boy out  

and here we go Coran said showing both world.

Hey lance are you alright ?Jay asked 

I'm fine I'm just scared that I wont see my family or the beach or smell my grandma’s garlic knots or hear the sound of the rain lance said listing off thing that he missed from earth

What is rain?coran asked 

Its water that falls from the sky lanced said.

That sound weird on altea it rains rock coran said 

What that crazy jay said laughing a little 

Yea that sound just as weird as water falling from the sky Lance said also laughing 

three of them kept talking about the weird thing that happen on their homeworlds .then the door opened to let rover in as lance and coran were leave the room

oh hi rover lance said 

hey little buddy jay said 

where pidge ran through lance and jays mind. then they realize that isn't rover. has the bot started binging red lance through up his shield to protected Coran . Jay activating both of his shields to block the blast but was sent flying backward hit a console. The castle went dark.Shiro was standing in front of the door way confused as everyone ran in to see what happen. But for everyone all they know was that the power is out leaving them all in a total BLACK OUT

[ayy-to-zee]

Touch

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Pairing: Haechan/ Lee Dong Hyuck X Reader

Genre: Fluff, super tiny bit of angst

Word Count: 1.9K +

Summary: 『 Touch seems to be just as essential as sunlight. 』- Diane Ackerman

『 I can’t even remember days without you or times I felt more comfortable alone... 』- NCT 127; TOUCH

☀️⭐✨☀️⭐✨☀️ ⭐✨☀️⭐✨☀️⭐

Lee Dong Hyuck certainly lived up to the name “Haechan.” It was a rather cute nickname that his CEO gave him the day he debuted as a part of NCT. Maybe it was part of because of his job as an idol, but to you, he “shone brightly” wherever he went.

That was what you’ve noted, seeing your boyfriend dance in his group’s Japanese debut music video. He definitely stood out to you more in this comeback, seeing him perform with such charisma and confidence. It disappointed you slightly that he didn’t have much of actual lines and mostly back-up vocals. You loved hearing his singing voice; it reminded you of the times he’d sing to himself when he busy cooking or traipsing around the grocery store aisles, looking around for condiments he thought you’d need for your rather bare pantry.

But, oh well, as long as Haechan is happy with his work and is giving his all in Japan at it, you’re happy, too.

You sighed, opening up your Messages app and tapping the first contact you’ve recently messaged:

📱📱[May 22, 2018, 23:45 PM]📱📱

You sent: heeellooooo my bootiful boyfriend ღゝ◡╹)ノ♡

hyuckiepoo sent: aaaaaaaand the bootiful boyfriend arrives~

hyuckiepoo sent: and jfc

hyuckiepoo sent: yuta’s taught you to use the kaomoji app, huh? that’s so old-school

You sent: I know but they looked cute! So why not?  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

hyuckiepoo sent: since you’re up at this time and texting me, you probably just watched the new jap mv even tho it was released 2 weeks ago. you didn’t mention it last time bc you didn’t watch it, right?

You sent: (´⊙ω⊙`)！

hyuckiepoo sent: you’re just that predictable, boo

You sent: (ง •̀_•́)ง Fight me if you dare, poo-

hyuckiepoo sent: calm thyself, boo. I get it, work was probably being an ass to you during that time, right? 乁( ◔ ౪◔)ㄏ

You sent: Now, you’re using it? (o`Ao)?

hyuckiepoo sent: It’s cute when I use it (◡ ‿ ◡ ✿)

You sent: Whatever you makes you sleep at night, hyuckie (∗´꒳`)

hyuckiepoo sent: Well? How was it? Did I charm you all over again? (๑‾̀◡‾́)

You sent: (u v u)

You sent: You looked real cute.

You sent: Like I wanted to pat your head during your center time.

hyuckiepoo sent: YAH. 

hyuckiepoo sent: YOU STILL STUCK IN TOUCH?

hyuckiepoo sent: THIS IS A SEXIER CONCEPT. EMPHASIS ON THE S E X Y.

hyuckiepoo sent: I DID NOT PRACTICE LOOKING AT THE CAMERA FOR A MONTH TO BE THOUGHT OF AS CUTE BY MY OWN GIRLFRIEND

☀️⭐✨☀️⭐✨☀️ ⭐✨☀️⭐✨

You laughed aloud in your bedroom, surprised at his quick response to your comment and the sudden lack of kaomojis. You started rolling over on your bed at the thought of him just practicing what his face must have looked like. He probably got advice from either Taeyong or Yuta.

Okay, you admitted, the first half of the time that he appeared, he looked really... really cool, but—

☀️⭐✨☀️⭐✨☀️ ⭐✨☀️⭐✨

You sent: BUT YOU LOOKED TINY WITH THAT BEAN POLE DANCING BEHIND YOU

You sent: DON’T PROVE ME OTHERWISE

hyuckiepoo sent: I CAN’T HELP THAT JOHNNY WAS PLACED BEHIND ME

hyuckiepoo sent: YOU-

hyuckiepoo sent: U W U

hyuckiepoo sent: Because I am a kind af boyfriend and am just that nice, I will not fly all the way back to Seoul to hit you

You sent: Yes, hyuckie poo, you are the best bf ever u v u

hyuckiepoo sent: But that doesn’t mean you’re off the hook, boo

You sent: O v O !!

hyuckiepoo sent: Love me tons when I come back, k? We’ll see if I forgive you then. I want 10x the cuddles.

You sent: Yes, yes, the love of my life, I will spoil you rotten ( ˊᵕˋ )♡.°⑅

hyuckiepoo sent:  y o u b e t t e r (๑◕ㅂ▰)～♥

📱📱[-END CONVO-]📱📱

You smiled at the thought, him being back home. Your playful bickering together, your late night movie dates, your trips to the arcades and amusement parks, your day-long cuddling sessions, you waking up next to him the morning after a sleepover—

You stared at his contact photo in your messages before you looked to your other SNS accounts for pictures of him doing well in Japan. You chuckled bitterly as you scrolled down each feed. He really was a “full sun,” indeed, you thought, dropping your phone weakly onto the bed with a fan camera focused on him playing on the screen. 

Even though you sounded so close to each other, he felt so... unreachable.

Even though you two called yourselves a couple, the both of you were just so far apart from each other nowadays.

Yes, you guys were together for three months, but you barely spend any physical time together. Most of your time was spent online. Those dates where you actually got to be together you had happened only once in every blue moon just because your schedules just happened to give you both time off.

Even with all that, you had no reason to doubt his love for you even when the distance between you was so wide. You knew the trials that came with dating him. You had no reason to think he was being unloyal to you. He proved his love for you every single day and didn’t make you feel unhappy. 

So why did it still hurt you so much?

You felt the back of your eyes sting. You sniffed your nose and wiped your eyes immediately with your sweater sleeve. Nope. You were not going to cry about this again. Yes, it’s been nearly a month since you last saw each other but you knew what would happen if you agreed to date him. Three months ago, when you returned his confession, you figured this would eventually happen once you date someone so untouchable.

Your mind was brought back down to reality once you heard your ringtone blaring off from your phone. You wiped your eyes once again, picking up your phone and checking who was daring to call at nearly one in the morning.

📞📞“ hyuckiepoo is calling ”📞📞

What a fucking scare, you thought. It’s been quite a while since your last phone call with him. You sniffed again, clearing your sinuses to make sure your voice sounded at least normal enough and tapped the the green icon.

“Hyuck?”

“No, this is your social security service...” you rose a brow at the rather polite tone going off through the phone. “Yah! Of course it’s me, haha! Who else would be calling you?” You giggled at the sound of his voice. It’s been so long since you heard him laugh so heartily like that through the phone.

“Hm... Maybe Jeno? He said he’s going to call to check up on me since my boyfriend isn’t in Seoul to do that, anyway,” you mused, biting your bottom lip in expectation.

You heard him mock a scoff on the other side of the line. “‘Scuse me?!” you lightly snorted at his tone, disbelief laced into his voice. “Are you seriously talking to Jeno of all people behind my back?”

“W-Well...! What’s wrong with Jeno? He’s nice, isn’t he?” you asked, feigning innocence as you scooched over to grab the stuffed toy Dong Hyuck gave you on your first date on your drawer before you let your back rest comfortably on the pillows.

It wasn’t all untrue. Jeno did keep you some company but it was mostly limited to meme-sending and you asking if your boyfriend will ever return, which he is honestly tired of hearing because:

📱📱[May 21, 2018, 20:45 PM]📱📱

jeno my child sent: why don’t you ask him yourself?? you text him all the time smh;;; now lemme sleep early today. being an mc tomo = tons of work

📱📱[-END CONVO-]📱📱

“Boo. News flash, if you don’t remember. He’s called Je-no fun for a reason,” you scoffed at his mockery. “But you could have called me during this week, I wanted to hear your voice even for a little bit...”

“Boy, he’s not that bad. His memes are practically golden, I guess,” you huffed, trying to play it away. You froze for a bit there at his statement, biting your lip nervously. Even if you did, you’d probably be too busy to answer my phone calls, anyway, said the anxiety and insecurity bubbling up in the back of your throat. You had so much excuses to give to make up for the fear of him getting tired of you eating you up during the past month.

“Fossilized gold, probably. I send you the best memes and you know it, boo,” Donghyuck huffed through the phone. “When did that guy ever send you anything that actually made you laugh? That’s right. Never, haha!”

“Sure you do, bub,” you said in rather light agreement as if to tease him just a bit more. You could already hear him tapping his foot in frustration on the bedroom floor of his hotel suite. The thought made you giggle a bit. You could imagine him walking around the entire dorm room just trying to look for reasons why you shouldn’t be talking to Jeno. 

After a few seconds of silence on the other side of the line, you expected him to start to talk about what the members did today, complain about his how tiring his performance was in the showcases they held, maybe ask you how you were doing at work, talk about what he saw in Japan that reminded him of you, or ask if you were sleeping enough at night. 

Instead you were caught off-guard by the next three words his voice emitted: “I miss you...” 

You didn’t know if you held your breath or not but that seriously took your breath away. “Hyuck...” you tried to speak in an attempt to try to play if off like you would usually do but he just interrupted you, beginning to voice himself out.

“Hear me out. It’s been a month by now since we last spent time together. I know I may have said that I’ve been okay in our texts. Well, I technically am but...” he continued, the cheery tone in his voice disappearing. You swore, it sounded like he wanted to cry.

“I couldn’t get my head off the thought of you... I keep trying to focus but I keep thinking back to the days when we would stay in each others arms all day... I want to hold your hand, hug you, kiss you... And when I think about you not being next to me, it hurts a lot...God, it’s cringy, what the hell, but I seriously can’t take it... I know our schedules suck like shit but I really really want to be with you so so bad... I want to see you...” 

All this time about you silently worrying about yourself being a burden and you failed to even see if your boyfriend felt the same. What a great partner you were, you bitterly thought to yourself. You bit your lip as it quivered, finding it hard to breathe as he continued to speak.

“Hey...?” As much as you wanted to quickly respond to him to assure that you were fine and not going to cry, you couldn’t. All this time of feeling so alone without him just pent up within you and finally let loose.

“Me, too, Dong Hyuck...” You  finally replied, your voice trembling with every second. “I miss you so so much...” you hiccuped, wiping your tears away. “It felt so lonely without you... I wanted to fly to you so bad but I didn’t want to get in your way... I didn’t want to feel like I was being a burden to you... I didn’t want you to get tired of me and not love me anymore...”

“Who said I’d stop loving you?”

Your eyes widened, hearing his voice simultaneously from different places, one from your phone and the other as if he was in the ... same room...

You whipped your head to see the very same Lee Dong Hyuck you fell in love with, roller bag handle in one hand, his phone in the other one. You remembered buying him the jacket and shirt he donned for his birthday. He pulled down the hood and pulled his black mask down, his eyes looking at you with such a loving gaze as he flashed you that grin that made you melt a thousand times over. 

“Surprise, I guess?” he said, shrugging his shoulders. A small laugh escaping his lips when he saw that you drop your phone on the bed. 

You immediately jumped off the bed, rushing over to pull him into your arms, feeling his warmth envelope you as he returned the favour with just as much fervor, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

Gods, he couldn’t recall the last time he ever brought you into his arms like this. Did you always feel this soft and warm? He didn’t remember your hair getting longer either. Did you forget to trim your hair? Whatever, he didn’t care anymore.

“I missed you so much, Hyuck...” you murmured, your tears dampening that precious jacket you got him. Dong Hyuck could care less, anyway. You were here. Right beside him. That was all that mattered to him.

“... I missed me, too, haha,” you laughed softly against his chest, lightly hitting his shoulder before he pulled you away from him. “But I missed you more...” he breathes out, his voice shaky and desperate.

“I love you so so much, (Y/N)...” he whined softly, resting his forehead against your own before cupping his hands over your cheeks and leaning over to graciously plant kisses on your forehead, each of your cheeks, your nose, and each area at the side of your lips before pulling away to take a good look at your face, as if implanting the image of you into the very back of his head. Every crease, wrinkle and imperfection you had on you and were insecure about just made you seem so... so... you and Dong Hyuck wouldn’t have you any other way.

Being Haechan, the idol who “shone brightly” beyond your grasp, was definitely a huge part of his life. But you definitely cannot ignore the fact that behind the light shining brightly was the shadow of Lee Dong Hyuck, the witty, mischievous, brusque, yet soft-hearted man who declared he’d love you like there was no tomorrow.

Yes, your relationship was rather complicated and there was no telling if you both would last long. There will definitely come days where you’re forced to do nothing but watch him from afar and bask as he shines on stage like the star he was born to be.

All that mattered to you, though, were moments like these, where his touch was just as important as sunlight.

-END-

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A/N: Hello! This is my first time to post up or show any of my written works so comments/critiques/feedback of any sort is super helpful! >v<!!

[chimerabal]

Enter Player 5

Got a new character during the second half of the campaign today *confetti*, and hoo man what a Wild Fucking Ride. Wow.

Last session we defeated the Big Bad demon leader of the cult we were investigating, and got sent back to Thraben for two weeks of downtime between missions. The party is staying in a church compound, the characters all have these apartment rooms they’re chillin’ in, and were given an initial week of time to do whatever. 

Sibyl spent the better part of her time decoding The Book she carries; a bible loaded with coded scribbles added in by a party unknown to me. She made some good progress, which the content of is also.... unknown to me. Proud of her though! She also built a flying contraption that makes both Uriel and myself turn green with envy- quit being cool. Mikela took time to write to her family and had a heart to heart with a priest over her moral dilemmas. She also took the time to visit our werewolf Katya, played by the dm, and her younger sister to escort them on the town for a relaxing pub visit (as the church keeps them locked away unless escorted- being werewolves and all). Fun bonding happened over Mikela’s unwillingness to drink, and Katya’s jovial insistence on having a beer. 

The merriment was cut short very abruptly when Katya recognized a group of rangers in the crowd from her Past- and they recognized her. They got in her face about being a werewolf bold enough to come into the city- Mikela got into the ranger’s faces about being pricks- a ranger got into the younger sister’s face wiTH A KNIFE. Things escalated very- Very quickly. Mikela and the younger sister were brought out of the pub, leaving Katya wildly outnumbered in the pub. Mikela was able to overtake the one dude outside. Inside, Katya transformed FULL WOLF (just out of view, awww) and started kicking serious ass. Some thugs left the pub to attack the sister; Mikela decided that Katya had it handled and they fled. While fleeing they ran into a high ranking church knight and a crew of guards, who recognized Mikela’s regalia and they helped end the conflict (barely, Wolf!Katya had it handled and all they really did was get her to a hospital post fight). The knight turned out to be canon character Thalia, the Guardian of Thraben. Mikela and Thalia had a good heart to heart, knight to knight, chat- however the whole ordeal still left Mikela exhausted (probably doubly so with how many ‘I told you so’s were thrown her way over taking the werewolf for a walk :T overall NPCs were understanding tho).

((Per the norm, if Uriel wasn’t involved I was probably zoning in and out, there may be missed events, lmao, I try.))

Uriel started their week by trying to get as many resources from the armory as possible, and making a guard Actually Ill by describing scaberen stuff. Very successful. Couldn’t secure a room with a bathtub though. The better part of their time was building scaabs, and the better part of my time trying to describe them, haha;;; They packaged up a shiny new set of leatherworking tools for the old man she robbed in the cult-ridden town, added a small note, and got dressed in their best clothes as part of a convoluted plan to get Mikela to like them. They explained that they wanted to send a shiny new set of tools (omitting that they STOLE the old dudes regular set) to the man who so kindly housed us during our mission as both a thank you for his kindness, and an apology for our bad behavior (and the unmentioned guilt of ruining the dudes lively hood and sanity)- but they don’t know where the courier is or accurately remember the old man’s address :/ Another huge honkin’ success, the hidden truth stayed hidden and Mikela now thinks Uriel is a far better person than they actually are, PLUS Uriel’s nagging guilt of possibly really ruining this dude is lifted. Uriel was also able to gain access to a private bath through Mikela *confetti emoji* which... although not essential to the plot... is a creature comfort that makes it Way less likely that my character will try and escape for home.

Mikela used her and Uriel’s time together to try and figure out something about what the Lunarch had told the group out of her earshot last session. Uriel wasn’t able to lie as efficiently as normal after all the kindness Mikela had shown, and when caught lying Mikela offered even MORE kindness that... honestly caused a short circuit in my character’s self preservation and deceitfulness centers ((or in dice terms, I rolled a nat 1 on deception)). Uriel said that, although Mikela is the person she would want to tell the most, that they’re not in a safe enough place to talk about it. I’m pretty sure this set off every red flag and alarm in Mikela’s head- oops- but the characters are now closer for it :’) The awkwardness and seriousness of the situation entirely left Uriel’s mind the moment she saw how Nice the rooms for the traveling diplomats and higher ups were, and although Mikela still had concerns the two parted because personal hygiene and space are top priority for my dumb child.

At the end of week one, the Grand Lunarch Mikeaus called the “Investigative Squad” (as we seem to have started calling ourselves) to a meeting over the werewolf fiasco, and to introduce a new member to the group. The new member wasn’t the Lunarch’s idea, but the idea of many other Very Concerned church figures who just aren’t totally sure about all this- having someone Mikeaus didn’t pick himself added some security? We didn’t get much time to ask because the new member back flipped (literally) into the room, followed by magical glitter and fireworks. She tried, awkwardly, to get some laughs or applause from our Totally Stunned party, but eventually resigned to just introducing herself. Aurelia, former humble street performer, claims to have joined the church to “better the world” and sees the Investigative Squad as the perfect opportunity... you know... to better things. The scientists were amused, but Mikela was... not. At all. She took it as a personal slight and got Sassy. Introductions went... strangely. Uriel did a damn good job at creeping Aurelia the hell out, especially so when the word ‘scaberen’ was used (it was dodged many times prior to Mikeaus getting sick of us chatting). Aurelia also got anxious learning that Sibyl works in nerco-alchemy. I’d say every other sentence from this girl caused an insight check to happen, but we didn’t get much out of it immediately. Everyone except Aurelia was dismissed, Mikeaus had one final thing to share with her in private.

All together, Mikela began filling in Aurelia on the previous victories of the squad- less out of kindness and more as like,,, a petty accomplishment thing xD Aurelia took interest in the slain demons and Uriel eagerly offered to show off the work she did with the parts. Uriel had a full... maybe ten max minutes... of glory in which she thought the Whole Party was interested in seeing the upgrades she did to Ugly, and the new sculptures she was able to put together, before shit started hitting the fan. Aurelia managed to slip past both Uriel and Ugly and into Uriel’s totally trashed room to steal some unguarded demon parts. While Uriel struggled to get Aurelia back Out Of Their Space, the door fell off the hinges (thanks Ugly) and EVERYONE entered their disdainfully messy apartment. :( Sibyl and Mikela did some checks on Ugly to determine if the parts were safe. They aren’t. :(. One of the checks involved a spell that was able to detect demonic energies and Mikela detected the stolen part. 

Its... hard to describe how many /just barely successful/ deception checks Aurelia had made up to this point and HOW on edge everyone else was... but it was intense- and right here is where it started really going wrong really fast. Mikela grabs Aurelia’s bag and demands to know what the hell is going on, why there’s demonic energy in her bag, and what shes ACTUALLY here for. Aurelia tries a few more lies that fail horribly. “Demon parts that’s SILLY why would anyone want THAT” was said to the faces of both a scaberen and a necro-alchemist. She slips that shes from Nephalia as well and Uriel recognizes her. They call her out as a parts dealer they bought angel blood from once, which sets Mikela OFF. Aurelia tries to flee and combat starts. Shes slippery enough to avoid getting caught by Uriel’s whip AND grabbed by Ugly, but with great effort Mikela is able to grapple her- in the process knocking a ton of highly volatile scaberen chemicals onto the ground and lighting the damn apartment on fire. Sibyl uses her attack to try and put out the flames, fails. Aurelia casts a spell that frees her from Mikela’s grapple, and the shockwave from which blows out the fire. She makes a run for it and leaps out the window. Uriel lays on the ground and checks out from this chase b/c ughhhhhfuck this I almost lost all my work and supplies I’m out.

Sibyl peruses with a flight spell, and Mikela grabs the attention of some church guards from the window to join in the chase. Aurelia casts hideous laughter on Sibyl, who falls out of the sky onto Aurelia, leaving them both prone with a chance for the guards to catch up- they don’t though. Sibyl casts charm person on Aurelia, which keeps her from attacking, but not from escaping as she casts an illusion and vanishes (?). Mikela leaves Aurelia’s stuff with Uriel in the room and rushes to the combat. 

The session ended and the DM advised on thinking up a background character just in case the party manages to catch Aurelia and kill her- or if Aureila escapes for good. I hope neither of those is the case because holy Crap that was a hilarious session. I gotta do some doodles from it because- just- MAN.

[stephaniejuhnay]

Prince On Every Tour: Parade

Alright peoples. It’s been a little bit since the last POET post (heh, I love that the acronym for this series is a real word). I intended to watch and rate my enjoyment today, but last night I somehow ended up watching the entire show. If you happen to be one of the few who pay attention to anything I do here (and I LOVE you for it because honestly, I am a real mess), you’ll know that I also just watched the Detroit ‘86 birthday show at the Cobo Arena while physically in Detroit this past Friday. Two shows in one. With that, here we are. Our next stop(s) on the POET train:

PARADE. DETROIT/STOCKHOLM. JUNE 7/AUGUST 22, 1986. LET’S GET INTO IT.

Overview: Oh Parade Prince. Probably amongst the most infuriating iterations of our beloved Prince. He is so unapologetically arrogant and there is nothing any of us can do about it. He changed up on us in a major way after cutting the PR tour short and putting out ATWIAD so quickly afterwards. 11 months after that, this man has another album AND feature film. Visually, he has forgone the curls that are near and dear to my heart for short, slickback that I cannot argue with. And it might have left some of us confused, shocked, wondering why he would take a complete left when the PR era was still in full swing. It’s because he could. He’d made it to megastardom and afforded him the flexibility he needed to REALLY throw us for some loops. This was the time for him to push the boundaries of his creativity in his music and his visual presentation of himself without too much worry of how it would be received. He already had us, and he knew it. 

Parade Prince is that guy that knows he’s fine, that knows YOU know he’s fine, and will exploit it to no end. Because no matter how much you might protest to his face, the reality is this: the the moment he makes eye contact with you during that particularly rude rendition of Do Me, Baby, you both are fully aware that you will be patiently waiting for him in his limo at the direction of his security guard after the show. Against all better judgments. And he delights in the fact that you (try to) resist him. He loves the conquest, especially when he knows he wins. It’s fine. Let him win. Enjoy the life changing. Cherish it for the rest of your life thereafter.

ESSENTIALLY, that is what the entire Parade era is. Prince having a grand ol' time as he quite literally does whatever he wants with no regard for our sanity. Meanwhile, we just try to pick up the pieces of our life as he continues to ruin it with each new era he ushers in. He’s running around looking like a vision out of a 1940′s noir, giving us new music that is very different but oh so great, throwing hip chains into a crowd of unsuspecting onlookers after what might be the most infuriating performance of Head known to us, and we are expected to deal with it. As if Purple Rain didn’t just take place. And no matter which side of the spectrum we fell on when it came to this new era - utterly opposed or completely on board -  we were still here for it in some way, willingly or begrudgingly. Just like he knew we would.

Prince starts these shows shirtless, so you know you're in for a ride. ATWIAD is GREAT live and a great song to open up with. It set the pace for the rest of the show: fun and full of grooves. And he does not hesitate to get into them. Christopher Tracy’s Parade, New Position, I Wonder U, Raspberry Beret are all in the first 15 minutes. We get songs spanning his entire career up to that point in both shows, and he is well aware of the fact that he has HITS ya understand? 

His confidence has transformed into unabashed cockiness ( *sings* I ain’t go no money - THAT’S A LIE). It’s in the way he moves, the way he sings, the way he plays with the audience, everything. I’m frustrated just sitting here thinking about it all. And yet, here I am, unable to resist the overwhelming charm of Parade Prince. One, because his face. Two, he's earned it if we want to be 100. The boy has put in insane work, and it finally skyrocketed with PR. Now he gets to enjoy it all. He deserves to be gassed. We’ll allow it.

Boyfriend didn't get sloppy or plateau here either when he probably could have gotten away with it. A true professional, after having reached that level of stardom but deciding not to just phone it in or coast. Production value is still great, although less busy than the PR tour. No poles to slide down on, no bathtubs to take a shower of pearls in. Costumes are still great, albeit, again, not as busy as PR. Band is even tighter now with the expanded Revolution. Their sound is more dynamic with the addition of Eric "Sith" Leeds, Atlanta Bliss, and Atlanta's God-awful ponytail. He was playin' tho, so I'll relax about it. They have proven that when it came time to execute on stage, they could handle the constant changes in sound and personnel quite well. But again, testament to his leadership and dedication to excellence. 

Then there is the addition of official dancers in Jerome, Wally, and Greg. I know some may have felt "but why" about them, but man, do they add a really fun element to the show! We have full on routines now folks, and there are few things I love more than to see Prince work it out on stage in a routine. Yes, we saw some minor coordinated steps previously, but we hadn't really had routines. With these three though, we see choreo that gives the show some more life,  Prince being part of some of them (the 1999 album medley in which they did the PR balcony dance to Lady Cab Driver is A+), and even incorporating the band into them. It's a real treat. 

Favorite Number: There are a few numbers I love from this tour. Detroit clearly has some great ones. Controversy/Mutiny is ALWAYS a fave, if not for the fact that they are good songs, then for the dancing during those numbers. Head...for very obvious reasons. It is already a jam, and Prince decides he has to one up himself every time he decides to perform it live. Of the four Parade shows I’ve seen, Detroit’s Head is by far the best. Paris gets an honorable mention though because there is a breath hitch that stopped me cold in my figurative tracks. It was...so authentic. Even if it wasn’t. Life Can Be So Nice was also another jam from the Detroit show, which was a nice surprise for me because it isn’t my fave from Parade. In the end though, I can confidently say that Pop Life is my favorite number from this show. I adore the live arrangement of this song so much. And he is incredibly cute during that performance, so there’s that.  Stockholm’s lineup is very similar to this one. But instead of Mutiny (sad about it), we get 17 Days, which, surprisingly I really enjoyed. 17 Days is one of my favorite songs ever, but it’s one of the few I prefer the studio version over the live version. It’s perfect the way it is, and for some reason, to me, the live versions don’t really capture the magic of that song for me. However, this one came close. And throwing in the I Wanna Be Your Lover instrumental at the end was a nice touch. However, vocally, visually....Do Me, Baby wins. It’s a song that P can never not SANG on, so it usually wins vocally for me. But then the addition of the horns and the breakdown at the end just really pushed me over the edge. 

I would like to give a shoutout though to that 1999 album medley I mentioned earlier because it JAMMED and I might have yelled when I heard Automatic. Also Anotherloverholenyohead from this show was phenomenal and deserves to be mentioned. Lisa unleashed an insane piano solo that really showed off her skills. The girl is bad.

Favorite Outfit: While I do love Prince in a crop-top, I am a huge proponent of the suits from this era. Even the unforgivable shoulder pads aren’t enough to deter me. Something about Prince in a tie..... The yellow suit from Detroit is iconic. Period. In Stockholm we were greeted with a nice blue one. Both 100 cuts above. Honorable mention to the polka dot vest from both shows. The man looks like a 5 course meal in polka dots. 

Still Would Rating: Angrily. Begrudgingly. Without a shadow of a doubt and no hesitation, honey. 

Overall Rating: If you’re looking for something to lift your spirits and also groove extra hard to, either of these shows are what you need. His carefree spirit during them is contagious, and you can’t help but share in the joy he puts on display. He’s serving us some LOOKS, some ridiculous and quite frankly irresponsible onstage antics, and some of my favorite music from him (I adored both ATWIAD and Parade). As the creator of the gif directly above so eloquently put it: “ Yellow suit and the band were rocking. What’s not to like?” Indeed. 

PREVIOUSLY, PURPLE RAIN                                            NEXT UP, SOTT

[saturnmyg]

GANGSTA INTRO

Min yoongi x Mafia!reader

warnings : violence, drug abuse, cussing 

genre: angst, fluff, romance, drama

word count: 1,624

character profile 

summary: Min yoongi aka Agust D an underground rapper on the come up , finds y/n outside of a club hurt and on the verge on passing out, little did he know saving her would turn his world upside down

AN: hey hey hey! this is my first bts x reader fic i’m kinda excited!!!, english is not my first language so please be nice with the critic! i had my friend matt proof read this so to make sure that i didn’t make any mistakes. this is going to be be multi chaptered, ill try to update once and if i can twice a week so i still have time to write one shots! also this one is more of an introduction but there is a teeny bit of yoongi x reader interaction at the end of this fic. hope you have fun reading this- sora 

@josh-the-smol-bean-dun wanted me to tag them when the chapter comes out so here it is dear!  

 Intro           chapter one 

Sighed y/n walked into the living room,  the evening sun illuminating her friends brown skin who was laying on the couch playing with her phone.

''Wheres your sis' y/n asked the short haired girl

.’'She has a game , supposedly shell be pitching for all nine innings.’’ came a lazy reply. One would think that for twins they would be similar which turned out it wasn't the case all. 

while rukiya had the same face as her sister imara they couldn't be more different Imara was the bubbly, popular one who loved sports and early mornings ,while her sister was more stoic, cynic, a homebody who loved to sleep and watch tv.

 Don't misunderstand rukiya was popular too but it was more that people were drawn to her because of her good looks and ''mysterious'' aura instead of her personality. ‘’By the way akiho sent me a message that said we should be at 9pm at sin city’’ said the girl.

 ‘’Well lets hope there wont be a brawl or she's going to lose her job’’ came a muffled reply from y/n as she was taking off her hoodie.

’’If that happens she's going to kill ya you know''

y/n laughed ‘’ill burn that bridge when i get to it.’’ 

‘’don't you mean cross the bridge when you get to it?’’ rukiya asked confused ‘’i like the sound of burning a bridge better, kinda dramatic don't you think?.’’ y/n said. 

 Rukiya rolled her eyes at that ‘’anyways hyun-jin cant come she has a date night with her girlfriend but if something comes up we can call her’’

 ‘’aight aight’’ said y/n and walked towards the kitchen. Today's mission wasn't really that big or important just a meeting with a low grade gangster who thought he was slick by running his business in the streets that was obviously y/n's territorial.  

As she arrived in the kitchen she immediately took out some vegetables, meat , noodles and started to cook. Thirty minutes later she took out two plates , placed them on the table and called rukiya to come to the table. The tall girl  plopped on the chair not bothered to sit upright and started to shovel in. ‘’your food really is the best’’

 y/n frowned ‘’stop talking with your mouth full you're going to-’’ rukiyas coughing interrupted her , sighed walked over and hit her on the back several times and sat back down ‘’from the way your scarfing down that food someone might think you haven't eaten for days’’ 

Rukiya looked at y/n ‘’you know damn well that akiho  cant cook and hyun-jin has a girlfriend who cooks for her the whole time’’ 

 Y/n raised one eyebrow ‘’and your point is?’’ she asked

 ‘’I'm trying to preserver just in case that day comes’’ rukiya shuddered , to be fair akihos cooking was disastrous how she always managed to mess up a simple recipe was a mystery to y/n 

‘’You do realize that i cook most of the times?’’ 

‘’exactly most of the time which means theres a time where you don’’ rukiya replied. ‘

’Gosh what would y'all do without me’’ she sighed , stood up and started to collect the dishes and walked into the kitchen

 ‘’we'd probably be dead’’ came rukiyas voice from the living room who was still sitting at the table

‘’anyways-’’ she continued ‘’ I'm going to take a shower start getting ready.’’ 

‘’Aight aight heard ya don't use all my shampoo tho its from lush and was expensive as fuck!!’’ Y/n replied as she was putting the dishes into the dishwasher. She walked back into the living room looking for any mess that needed to be cleaned up. The apartment was simple. The walls were painted white , there were a few decorations on the walls , mostly paintings that either y/n or praveena  hyun-jins girlfriend drew. 

Pictures frames were scattered everywhere around the apartment some with people  that were long gone or not involved in her life anymore some with her current friends . A red couch was to be seen on the left side of the living room with a tv and  a small zen table that had a vase full of sunflowers that were withered. 

‘’I need to throw them away-’’ y/n thought as she spotted them. ‘’Maybe ill go by the florist tomorrow when everything goes well tonight.’’ she continued.  She decided that shed throw them away another day as she simply didn't feel like doing it at the moment and walked out of the living room straight to her bedroom. 

Turned on the light, opened the wardrobe and took out a pair of black jeans and a black sweatshirt. ‘’too much black?’’ she asked herself and chuckled remembering how once akiho told her ‘’that you couldn't go wrong with black even if it means you're head to toe dressed in it.’’ She quickly got dressed, took a hairband and pulled her hair into a low ponytail. Brooding over tonights plan she didn't notice the tall girl standing in her doorway 

‘’you kinda remind me of those ninjas or spies from the movies.’’ Y/n jumped

 ‘’Holy mother of fuck, can you stop doing that you're going to give me an heart attack’’ she wheezed her hand on her chest trying to calm herself down. Rukiya chuckled and revealed her pearl white teeth.

 ‘’ I'm called panther for a reason’’ 

‘’ok first stop that cuz you look creepy as fuck right now and secondly i gave you that name when i was drunk as hell but for some reason it stuck with you’’ 

‘’ah yes-’’ rukiya replied , her hand on her chin looking up as if that would help recollect the memories of said night. ‘’That was at the freshmen frat party wasn't it? didn't you-’’ 

‘’we don't talk about that night’’ y/n interrupted and grimaced ‘’just like how barton and Romanov don't talk about Budapest, which i still wanna know what happened  but i digress’’ she continued. 

‘’Anyways i'm ready lets hit the road i want to check out the fuckers before we officially meet’’ rukiya smirked and dangled the car keys. They both put on their shoes and walked out the door. Similar to y/n rukiya was wearing black pants with a dark purple hoodie with a black beanie on top. They arrived at the car , y/n sat into the passengers seat while rukiya walked around the car and sat into the drivers seat.

 ‘’Please for the love of god , just for once drive safely’’ y/n said. 

‘’The hell do you mean i always drive safely’’ rukiya replied while lifting an eyebrow 

‘’uhm no remember how you almost ran over that old lady at a crossroad? Or the time where you almost crashed into the car in front of us? god its like you're playing need for speed or something’’ y/n countered back. 

‘’Aight granny-’’ y/n playfully glared at her ‘’ at least let me pick out the music.’’ ‘’Yeh whatever we have the same music taste so sure go ahead.’’

The sun has already gone down, taking with her the bustling and business of people trying to get to their destination. The sky was painted dark blue, speckled with stars that could faintly be seen because of the city lights. the window rolled down as the summer wind blew into her face. Yn truly loved summer, the time where all types of people came out a night to gather and drink, talk have fun together and just live life. ‘’How ironic’’ she thought and scoffed bitterly. 

Here she was , on her way to something that could lead into a blood bath while people around her wont be knowing whats going on in the shady parts of Seoul. ‘’We've arrived’’ came Rukiya's voice pulling y/n out of her thoughts. 

She unclasped the seat belt , reached to the backseat and fished out a backpack. ‘’We cant take the whole backpack with us so you gotta hide the guns and knives on your body’’ said y/n.

 Rukiya nodded absentmindedly while storing a few pocket knives into her holster around her forearm.

 They got out of the car, locked it and started to walk towards the club. Already from a far you could see people lining up to get inside. ‘’Apparently theres this rap battle going on and a few famous underground rappers are here’’  Rukiya said and lifted her eyebrows looking excitedly at y/n  ‘’we’re here for work’’ she reminded the tall girl . ‘’Honestly i could give a rats ass about work’’  ‘’me too but if they continue to do this bullshit in our district what do you think will that say about our group?’’ Y/n countered. 

‘’Yeh yeh whatever you say boss.’’ 

They arrived at the front door of the club where a big buffy security guard was standing ‘’business again?’’ he asked, his voice being almost drown from the beat that could be heard till outside.

 ‘’As usual’’ y/n replied. He stood aside and opened the door, just as they were passing y/n saw a boy that had striking mint blue hair . 

He was leaning against the wall next to the security guard holding a cigarette , dressed in black skinny jeans a white shirt and gold chains.  As she met his eyes, that seemed to be darker than the night, she saw that he was smirking as if he knew what kind of effect he had on people. She scoffed and rolled her eyes, she couldn't believe it! the nerve he had to be smirking at her like that. Unknowingly to her he continued to stare at her as her figure vanished as she stepped into the the club.

part two tba next week!  

[sky-writes-daydreams]

Happy Father’s Day, Cor.

So as promised. One for cor. :) He’s got to be such a good dad guys. Like legit. 

“He’s going to get mad, Gladio….”

“No, he’s not. Just relax. You have a legit reason for being here hon.” You sighed a bit then and looked down in your arms. A small lunch bag was there covered by a black jacket. Your dad had been really stressed out lately. The war with the nifs was taking it’s toll on everyone. As the marshall and a close friend of the king tho…. He took it a bit harder than most. He just wanted to protect those he swore his life to. You completely understood where he was coming from on that. He had raised you with the same principles in mind. You were still just a bit softer than him. That’s probably why you were so worried right now.

Cor had told you last night that he was going to have a late night tonight and not to wait up for him. You often tried to his annoyance and that was also for tonight. Only when he left, He forgot his dinner and a rain coat. It was going to rain really bad tonight. You didn’t want him getting sick. He might be “The Immortal” But he could still catch cold. Thankfully your friend Gladio had no problem picking you up and giving you a ride back to the citadel. He parked the car in the garage below the area and smiled at you encouragingly.

“Second floor. Just ask for him hon…. Most of the crown guard knows about you.”

“Right…. Wait what?” He just laughed then and unlocked the door. You got out then and took a deep breathe. You weren’t scared of your dad. It was really hard to be scared of him when you’ve seen him cleaning the house when he thought he was alone. He was a honest to goodness sweet man. You were just nervous about bugging him at work. You had never come here like this before. You got into the elevator alone and hit the second floor button. It was oddly quiet so you started humming a bit. Only it stopped on the first floor. You knew the woman though.

“Oh. (Y/N).”

“Monica… Hey.” She smiled a bit then and stood next to you in the elevator.

“Bringing him dinner?” You looked over and she smiled.

“He was a bit upset when he realized it. He wasn’t looking forward to trying to go out.”

“He never does around that time. It’s a madhouse.” She nodded then and smiled.

“You got a ride home?”

“Gladio. He brought me.” She nodded then as the doors opened.

“Alright. Good to see you again (Y/N).”

“You too Monica.” She smiled gently then before going back to work. You walked out and located the main desk. There was a man there. He was looking over papers easily but looked up when you came close.

“Oh. Hey. Here for training?” He must have thought you were a new recruit or something.

“Um No sir. I have something for The Marshall.”

“Cor? Oh Hey you’re his girl huh?” You nodded then and he smiled.

“He got called by regis but…. Oh Hey. Cor!” He waved behind you and you pivoted on one foot. He was walking in next to Gladio’s father, Clarus. They were deep in conversation that stopped when he heard his name. It took him a second but He saw you.

“(Y/N)?” You smiled then and waved.

“Hi D- Sirs.” Cor walked over then With Clarus. Clarus was really nice outside of work but you wanted to try to keep it professional.

“What’s up? It’s not like you to be here….”

“Oh. You forgot your dinner.” You moved the jacket then and you saw it in his eyes. He was relieved.

“Oh… You didn’t have to.”

“It’s better than you going out. Plus You’re going to need your rain coat. There’s supposed to be a storm tonight.” He gave you a confused look then but took the jacket.

“Well Thanks (Y/N)…. You didn’t walk did you?”

“Oh no. I um…. I called Gladio. He said it would be ok.” You looked to Clarus and he nodded.

“He knows he’s allowed. I don’t mind…. You’re a devoted daughter Miss.”

“I try sir.” He nodded and Cor smiled at you. It was small but it was a smile.

“Thanks (Y/N)… You better get home now.”

“Yeah. Three chapters to read in one class again… Um… do you have any laundry?”

“Oh. Yes. I forgot to bring my basket down. You mind?”

“Nah. Just focus on work ok?” He nodded then.

“Alright. See you?” You nodded then and gave him a quick hug. He returned it gently before someone else needed them. You let them go and went back down alone. You could only hope he would see the note and realize what was going on. After all, Cor didn’t have a rain coat anymore. His last one got ruined in an attack.

After (Y/N) Dropped off dinner, It was back to business. We were trying to work on a few things and get things ready for anything. Any day now, an envoy was expected from the nifs detailing what they wanted from us. It was a tense time. Thankfully around eight, dinner time came. I could take a small break. I got the small box out and opened it. Still hot and steaming, She made my favorite. Mother and child egg bowls with baked chicken strips on the side. She really did spoil me when it came to dinner. Only inside the lid in a little baggie was a note. She had taped it there. I pulled it off gently and pulled out the paper. It was perfectly dry thanks to the baggie. I unfolded it and started reading her neat scrawl.

Hi Dad,

Don’t worry I’m not in trouble. I just wanted to surprise you. You’ve been working really hard lately to keep everyone safe so I knew you would have forgotten. Depending on what time you stop to eat, It’s either the day before or the day of, Father’s day.

Now what does one get The Immortal Cor for Father’s day? To be honest, I had no clue. It took me a while to come up with this idea. I sadly couldn’t make the coat itself but the patches I added on there, I did. Took me a while with a lot of needle pricks but it’s worth it. I want to be able to protect the people I care about like you do. So I started with your health. Besides making sure you eat and get sleep and everything…. I got you a new rain coat. You don’t need to catch a cold right now. It’s a lot stronger than the last one and it does go with the uniform. Well.. Sort of. You’ll see. I hope you like it dad… It’s just something small so you know that I still love you… and that I still need you in my life. So keep doing your best at the citadel. I’ll do my best from behind the scenes for a while longer.

Love (Y/N)

I smiled gently and picked up the coat. I had left it folded in a guest chair. A sleeve came free first and I stopped. It was the crown guards embalm but under it is what got him. Instead of his last night, It said “Best Dad”.

“You silly kid….” He finished unfolding it and soon laughed. On the back was a bigger patch. “Who needs guns when you’ve got a sword like mine?” Is what it said. She even had my older blade crossed with my current sword behind them. It must have taken her forever to make these. The stitching was tight but could be removed without harming the coat. She really knew what she was doing. Cor was stunned for once and ate in silence.

Once he was on dessert, he got a call from Regis. They wanted to see him to talk about something in person. He was used to it so he quickly packed up and grabbed the coat. It was faster to run outside for a bit instead of following the halls and the rain was finally here. He got it on right before hitting the rain and smiled. It was rather nice not getting soaked. It was even big enough to cover his sword on his side when zipped. He had just gotten inside and closed the door when He heard the chuckles.  Cor turned and went to attention. It was Regis and Clarus. They were smiling. It was nice to see honestly. Powering the wall and wearing the ring did take a lot out of Regis.

“Where did you get the patch Leonis?”

“My Daughter. She made it for me.” Clarus was shocked but Regis just smiled.

“Good to see that she knows her father well.”

“I agree sir.” He walked forward and followed them into a conference room. It was a quick meeting about a security breach that could exist. Notes were taken and measures could be taken to keep it from being a big deal. It was very relaxed compared to normal meetings. Once everything was addressed, Cor was getting ready to go back to his office when Regis cleared his throat. He stopped and looked over.

“Yes Your highness?”

“Cor… You’ve been pulling a lot of hours lately.”

“Yes sir. There are things that need to be done after all.”

“Not tonight.” Cor stopped then and both of the older men smiled. They had plotted.

“You are to go home after collecting your effects.”

“But…”

“It can all wait till tomorrow. Go home and be with your daughter. And yes…. If it takes this.. This is an order.” He couldn’t believe these two. He just shook his head then.

“No order needed. I understand. See you tomorrow?” They nodded and that was it. He listened and soon was on the way home.

He walked into the flat, rain dripping off the jacket slightly and looked around. She wasn’t in the main rooms. Then he heard the grunts. She was always working on her hand to hand at home. So much so, she had installed a punching bag in her room. He slipped out of his boots then and walked over to the cracked door. She wasn’t using the punching bag. She was in the floor doing push ups with a text book propped up in front of her. Only one hand was touching the floor.

“Welcome home Dad.”

“Thanks kid… Can I join?” She nodded and He quickly joined her. he used both hands for now.

“Oh man, Sociology?”

“Psychology.” She turned the page then and he smiled.

“You’re how far?”

“One more chapter… Then five questions with three parts per chapter. Why?”

“Curious… I’m not usually home this early.”

“No you aren’t… Or this dry. You wore the jacket?”

“Still am.” She looked over and smiled then.

“Nice… Glad it fits.” He nodded then and barely nudged her.

“Thanks (Y/N)…”

“It was nothing…. Just… You needed it. And the patches were fun to make honestly.” She was smiling. He could see bandages on her fingers now. THey had to be from the needle pricks.

“Yeah. Regis and Clarus loved the one on the back.”

“Whoa they saw it!?” He nodded and she laughed then.

“Nice!!!”

“I’ll say. So…. Do you have psychology tomorrow?”

“Nah. I just wanted to get it done. Why?”

“Been awhile since we’ve done a movie night… I’ll let you choose.” She glanced over then.

“Did we get more popcorn?”

“Yes.” She smiled then and pushed herself up with one arm.

“Then let’s go! I’m thinking….Transporter.” He honestly grinned then getting up.

“You’re not going to want to try his driving out in town are you?”

“Why, Would you let me?”

“No!” She really laughed then and he couldn’t help it. A tight hug making her jump before they headed into the kitchen to get snacks and drinks ready for movie time. No matter what though, even she fell asleep on him around ten during the second movie, He didn’t take off the jacket. He liked the reminder of being her best dad.