#my asks are all like squashed to one side when i click on them

[oifaaa]

I dunno if you wanted confirmation, but I saw in the tags of a previous ask that you need to remind yourself it's ok to post non-dc stuff. So, as one random follower, I'd love to see more of whatever your current hyperfixation is. Especially if you've made art for it, 'cause I love your drawing style

Thank you that's so sweet of you but don't worry it is really more about me remembering I can post other things in the way that my autistic brain likes routine and doesn't like change but I specifically made this blog with the basis that I would be able to just post what ever I wanted so should probably remember I can do that again

[cyberels]

later, loser.ᐟ ᯓ★

˗ˋˏ 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ˎˊ-

☆ ellie discovers the quickest way to get a girl underneath her

daily click! palestine masterpost

☆: sometimes i start writing without a plot in mind to get myself out of a funk and and and this is what i came up w lol so sorry if it’s doodoo ass

☆ warnings -> mention of blood, injuries, all that good shit that comes with skateboarding, probably really inaccurate skating talk, drugs, tbh probably really bad writing but bare with me here, no concept of stranger danger from reader when she sees a hot girl (ellie) for plot reasons lol

☆ skaterboarder!ellie yayyy she wears glasses because i said so &&&&& also ellie works at a vinyl shop and reader works at a bakery :)

☆ ☆ ellies playlist! ☆ ☆

u don’t have to listen but i made it to listen while i write and i thought it’d be fun to add

my masterlist

ellie was no stranger to making mistakes, she’s human, it happens… however, she usually doesn’t make this many stupid choices within the span of one single hour.

today, ellie was running late.

mistake number one.

she practically flew out of the door and hopped on her board, mumbling a half assed apology to her neighbor who she accidentally shoulder checked on her way out when she put on her headphones.

she’s probably going way too fast, but she’s been skateboarding for years, she can handle it. she still has the penny boards that she started skating on when she was 12 hanging up in her living room, right beside some of her other boards she’s had since then that she’s either destroyed or replaced. she weaved in and out of the people walking practically effortlessly, not caring if she was pissing anyone off, they’d live. she’d never have to see them again, anyways.

she opened her phone to turn on her music.

you, on the other hand, were taking your time; you had a good while until you had to be at work. you’ve created a habit of looking for ladybugs in the bushes outside your apartment complex after you noticed that the plant is home to many of the little insects. usually you just glance at the plant as you pass by, but today, you fully stopped to look.

unfortunately, you were unaware of ellie being just feet away from you.

guess you’re no stranger to mistakes, either.

granted, ellie would have had enough time to stop… if she was paying attention.

which she was not.

mistake number two.

you hear a string of curse words behind you. you barely manage to turn around before you’re pushed into the bushes by a girl who promptly lands on top of you. her skateboard rolled away pathetically. it’s almost like it was embarrassed, too.

if there had been any ladybugs, they were definitely squashed now.

you open your eyes slowly to find the other girl hovering just above you. her necklace dangles temptingly close to your lips as she pushes herself up. she's still on top of you, her face just inches away from yours. she blinks a few times, slowly taking in the situation. she seems lost in thought, the wheels in her head turning painstakingly slowly as she tries to comprehend what's happening and her part in it.

she’s taking way too long to get off of you, though, which only serves to frustrate you more.

“hellooo? can you get up?” you mumble through gritted teeth to the girl above you, turning your head to the side to avoid her gaze.

in hindsight, you probably should’ve asked if she was okay, but right now all you wanted to do was get up and pretend like this never happened.

you don’t even want to know how many people saw you fall.

“oh— oh fuck.” ellie stuttered, taking one last glance at you before she moved herself onto the sidewalk, not finding the strength to stand up fully just yet.

she grabbed her headphones that had been flung off in the impact. small scrapes lined the side of them, but at least they probably still worked. she put them around her neck, letting her head fall back in her hands. she took a deep breath, trying to get a grip on her emotions and the situation.

you sigh as you get up, and ellie can tell you’re mad based solely on how the exhale of air sounded.

“uh… you good?” you ask after an uncomfortable pause, eyeing the other girl. it was obvious you didn’t really care, but at least you tried to be polite.

you were still taking your time collecting yourself, brushing leaves out of your hair and wiping blood from your hands onto your jeans (thank god you wore black jeans today). you were definitely going to be sore tomorrow, but other than your scraped up hands, you were fine.

just really pissed off.

ellie looked up at you and then immediately looked back down, running her hands over her face once more. “yeah, i’m… good.”

you roll your eyes as you hold your hand (the one with the least amount of scrapes) out towards ellie, offering to pull her up. you can't help but feel pity as she sits on the sidewalk. not in a sympathizing way, but more of a "damn, this girl looks pathetic" way. she hesitates for a second, but then grabs your hand and smiles weakly.

“thanks.”

as much as you know that this situation partially is your fault, you’re still annoyed. you had spent so long getting ready today just to have some idiot push you into dirt.

when you speak again, your words come out harsher than you intended… not that you minded. “yeah. watch where you’re fucking going next time.”

ouch.

okay, maybe (keyword: maybe) ellie had caused the worst part of this, but she wasn’t going to sit here and take you blatantly being rude when you’re just as much to blame as she is. “maybe if you didn’t think you owned the sidewalk, i wouldn't have ran into you.”

you reach down beside you and grab her, now shattered, phone and her (also shattered) glasses. you raise your eyebrows as you look over the broken screen.

“maybe if you were paying attention.” you pause, wiggling the phone in front of her face. “you would’ve realized i stopped walking.”

she snatched her things back, she didn’t have a comeback for that.

her phone was fucked… usable, but the screen was shattered so badly that if she scrolled on it she’d probably slice open her thumb. small price to pay, she figures.

it’s not like she’s gonna buy a new one… but she would have to cough up the money for new glasses, though. damn it.

“why the hell did you stop walking anyways?”

you hesitate, looking back at the bush sheepishly, vaguely gesturing towards it as you speak again. “i— not that it’s any of your business— i wanted to see if there were any ladybugs on the leaves.”

“…oh.”

well now ellie just feels like a dickhead, because that’s actually really cute. that was not the answer she was expecting.

you continue looking away and ellie sighs, attempting to push past you to grab her skateboard.

mistake number three.

the second she takes a step, she falls into you again, her ankle completely giving out underneath her. you catch her, your arms wrapping around her hips as you hold her up.

ellie has never wanted to die more than she did at this moment.

her face was literally sandwiched in between your chest. she pushed herself back, hopping slightly.

what the fuck just happened?

“oh my fucking god. i’m so sorry. i– oh fuck, this is so awkward.”

yeah, awkward was one word for it. you stare at her blankly for a moment before you kick her skateboard towards her.

you could feel her touch lingering on your body like she was still there. if your hands were just a little lower you would’ve…

“its– it’s fine. dude, are you sure you’re alright?”

you sound more like you care this time, at least.

not that you do care, or anything,

just trying to make sure she wasn’t seriously hurt.

that’s all.

“i’m fine.” it was an obvious lie, but she was preoccupied with thinking about how she was going to skate to and from work if she could barely walk… she’d have to deal with it, she decided. there wasn’t any other option for her right now, she was already late.. “i’ll be fine.”

“very convincing.” you reply, looking her up and down. “you’re not seriously about to get on that thing again, are you?”

“not that it’s any of your business, but i don’t have any other choice, i’m gonna be late to work and this is all i have to get me there.”

you narrow your eyes at her.

no way this girl was reckless and stupid.

“what? you can’t be serious… you’re still going to work? are you an idiot?”

ellie doesn't answer right away, glancing down at her skateboard for a bit. you’re right, she should call out, but she hated the prospect of missing a day of work. money had been tight, even one missed day would be hell for her and her bank account.

“you gonna give me the money i’d lose if i called out?”

you opened your mouth to reply, but she was already flying past you, very clearly having a hard time but also very clearly not caring.

“don’t stop in the middle of the sidewalk next time, dumbass!” she yelled, leaving you standing in the same spot just watching her leave.

…and kinda wishing she’d come back.

just so you could get the last word.

when you walk into work, it’s unfortunately obvious that you’re pissed off, if the way your manager immediately asks what happened as soon as you clocked in was anything to go by.

you’re thankful for the excuse to rant, though.

“god, abby, where do i even start? i literally just walked out of my apartment and some girl on a skateboard slammed into me and we both went flying into a stupid plant. got a face full of bush and not even the good kind.”

“jesus,” abby laughed, picking a leaf out of your hair. “was she hot?”

“was she hot? is that seriously all you’re gonna say?”

“...well?”

“i hate you so much… but yeah, she was.” you admit, defeat obvious in your tone. you’re well aware that this would’ve been a lot easier for you if you didn’t find the dumb skater attractive. you’d been close enough to her face to see every detail… her freckles, her eyes, her lips— damn it. you couldn’t get her out of your head.

this felt like a sick joke.

abby clapped her hands together. “this isn’t a completely bad thing! did you get her number?”

“no, abby, i didn’t get her number. i was too busy trying to get her away from me because she was stupid and annoying.”

“you’re no fun, could’ve got yourself a skater girl.” she frowned. “are you okay though?”

“you should’ve led with that question, you know?” you huff, looking at the scrapes on your palms again. “i’m fine.”

“yeah, yeah. i should’ve.” abby tosses a pastry towards you. “here, for your troubles, on the house. go sit down in the break room for a little bit, you look like a mess.”

“gonna ignore the last part. thanks, abs.”

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“jesus fucking christ.” ellie mumbled to herself, hopping off her board before she opened the door to the small vinyl store she worked at.

“late again, williams— oh. oh wow. you look like shit.” austin, the owner of the shop spoke, nudging ellie as she walked by. he was wearing a stupid smirk on his face which made ellie more aggravated.

asshole.

“real nice.” ellie grumbled, putting up her skateboard and backpack. “sorry for being late, won’t happen again, i just— some people are so stupid, you know?”

“by ‘some people’ do you mean you?” he laughed, spinning on his chair. he mocked the way ellie spoke, doing a high pitched voice that sounded nothing like her.

god, he was a 30 year old man-child, but he pays her… so… whatever. she’ll deal.

“ha-ha. good one.”

“ya gonna tell me what happened or are ya gonna leave me guessin’?”

“what happened is people don’t know how to walk anymore.” she scoffed, taking stock of the money she had to count before putting it in the drawer. “so fucking stupid.”

“by the looks of it you don’t know how to walk anymore, either. you gonna be able to work? i’m not payin’ ya to sit around, so if i need to call someone else in…”

she glared at him, trying to see if he’d explode if she stared hard enough.

he was right though, unfortunately, ellie was walking like she had just learned how to. it wasn’t the worst injury she’s ever got from skateboarding, but it was definitely inconvenient.

“yeah, i’ll be fine.” ellie snapped, shifting her weight to her good foot to avoid making her injury any worse. “jesus christ, it’s a twisted ankle. i’m not missing a limb.”

“but—“

“drop it.”

he put his hands up in mock surrender, the smirk still on his face. “oooookay, okay. whatever you say williams. you were still late though, let’s go back to talkin’ about that. what’s the count at now? is this the fifth or sixth time this month?”

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry. shit’s hard when you don’t have a car.” ellie sighed, punching in the numbers on her register. “i’ll do better. today was not my fault, though.”

“am i gonna have to be more strict with you? everyone else shows up on time, you know?”

“yeah, yeah. whatever.” ellie rolled her eyes, trying to focus on work and push the pain out of her mind. “everyone else has a car.”

ellie really did not like austin. his whole holier-than-thou attitude irked her to no end.

still, it beat being jobless, so she knew she shouldn’t complain.

“don’t let it happen again.”

“i won’t, i swear. i’m really sorry.”

“right, okay, i’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick, you alright out here?”

she bit her tongue, holding back a groan.

austin ‘going to the bathroom’ was his way of saying that he’s gonna get really fucking stoned and then sit around and do nothing all day. this was a daily occurrence, at this rate.

“yeah, yeah, i’m good.” ellie mumbled, shoving away the annoyance she felt when he walked past her.

austin was a dickhead, but he was never outright mean, not really. he just… he thought he was better than everyone. a classic ego-centric prick.

as much as she hated him, she did like having a job— and being able to afford a place to sleep at night.

“ohhh, ellie, i gave you more shifts, like you asked.” he said before he walked out, smiling at her. “take a look at the schedule when ya get the chance.”

he has to be kidding.

she’s been begging for more shifts since god knows how long ago, and he decides to give her more now? when she doesn’t even know how she’s gonna be able to make it to work?

amazing. just what she wanted!

“great.” ellie muttered, shooting him a glare even though he was already gone. “more hours that i don’t know how the hell i’m gonna get to.”

she shook her head, austin wasn’t worth getting this pissed about— especially when he did try to do what she asked.

the store was never busy in the morning, so she sat in austins chair, finally taking a second to herself. she went over her options on how this was going to go.

she could have asked dina for a ride, if dina wasn’t off on some work trip about three hours away for the next two weeks, taking her and jesses shared car with her.

terrible timing.

she’d take public transportation if it was reliable and also if she didn’t have a few bad experiences with it already.

that wasn’t really a good option.

uber was definitely not an option. she already was going to have to buy new glasses and eventually pay for her phone to get fixed, she wasn’t about to drop $50 a day on ride.

she was screwed.

nothing was working out for her right now— the universe was laughing at her, just like it always did.

she wanted to kick and scream, but that wouldn’t help anything, plus she wouldn’t be able to kick very well right now.

oh well… she’d be fine, she’d just have to push through it.

her phone buzzed in her pocket and she winced when she seen the cracked screen again, it was so wrecked that it barely let her type in her password.

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was ellie stupid for agreeing to go out of her way when she was already struggling to walk? yes.

does she care? no.

jesse was a good guy, he’s done a shit ton of favors for her, so this was the least she could do.

she’d never been to the bakery, but she always smelled it when she’d pass by, and it always looked like it’d be good. she did deserve a little treat after the day she had, anyways.

thank you jesse and jesse’s money.

when ellies shift is over, she feels so much worse than she did earlier, and austin repeating that ellie looked like shit over and over again wasn’t helping.

ugh.

“you’re a wreck, williams—“

“—goodbye austin, byeee. i’m leaving, out the door, shifts over. see you tomorrow.” she slammed the door shut, letting out a frustrated sigh as she got on her board again. “god. fuck off.”

the bakery wasn’t far, it was literally right across the street, but it felt like it was miles away to ellie. she leaned on the wall for a second to catch her breath before she walked inside.

it was a cute shop, one of those places you see on pinterest or instagram, with the led light signs and fake plants, it was actually really nice. she doesn’t know why she never came here before.

“let me know if i can help… oh god. it’s you.”

she looks over at you and she starts to wish the fall had just killed her on impact.

“please… pretend like this morning didn’t happen. i don’t want to deal with arguing right now.” ellie sighs, not giving you time to reply to her before she goes into saying her order.

she looked at your name tag as she paid, she could barely see what it said, her eyes squinting slightly as she tried to make out your name.

you scribbled little smiley faces and stars around your name, which was cuter than ellie would like to admit.

“go sit, i’ll bring your stuff to you after i box them, ‘kay?”

“i can wait here.“

“sit.”

“fine.”

she sat at one of the booths, attempting to use her phone without losing a finger. she wasn’t even paying attention to the content, just scrolling mindlessly as the memories of this morning replayed in her mind over and over again.

she was hoping to never see you again.

maybe coming here was a mistake.

“here.” you say after a few moments, placing the boxes on the table. “enjoy.”

you were being kind, but she could read behind the curtness of your tone.

you thought she was dumb. she could always tell by the way you talked to her; that look of disdain on your face.

“thanks.” she said, and then the silence took over again. it was obvious that neither of them wanted to start another conversation after the way the last one ended.

ellie couldn’t help but notice how just scraped up your hands were. you had bandages on them, but the blood that seeped through was bright red, like it was demanding to be looked at.

demanding ellie to feel bad for what she did.

damn it, she really should’ve just paid attention this morning.

would’ve saved her a lot of trouble.

she got up, sucking her teeth and hissing as she shifted her weight. she leaned on the table for balance as a few curse words left her mouth.

“god, you’re the dumbest person i’ve ever met.” you declared, confirming her suspicions.

she scoffed, trying to shake the pain away from her ankle.

man, this sucked.

“shut the hell up.” ellie snapped. “you don’t have to be so snarky, you know? i’m already dealing with the consequences of my shitty morning, you can drop the whole, ‘i’m better than you’ bullshit. if you listened earlier, you’d have known i said that i have no other choice.”

“i did listen, idiot. i don’t mean to sound like i’m trying to be better than you, okay? i’m sorry. but you seriously don’t have anyone that can help you out? do you have friends?”

“i have friends, asshole. they’re just either busy or i don’t want to inconvenience them. what’s it matter to you anyways?”

you don’t really have an answer, you’re not sure why it matters. maybe it’s because ellie looked really miserable, or maybe it’s because it had been partially your fault that she’s hurt… or maybe both. but you couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt about the situation she was in.

“i have a car.”

ellie paused, looking up at you. she wasn’t sure if she heard you correctly, or if this was just some weird, shitty joke.

“okay? congratulations?”

“don’t make me spell it out.” you reply, annoyance clear in your tone. “i’m saying, you’re obviously hurt, and it’s kinda my fault, so… if you needed a ride…”

“no.”

“don’t be stubborn. look, i get it, we’re not on the best terms right now, but i can’t just let you go like this without at least offering, y’know? plus, you seem like you could use the help.”

ellie’s mind was screaming at her to accept— it was logical. you offered a ride, she needs a ride, she should accept your offer.

“i could be a serial killer for all you know. you don’t even know my name.”

“yeah, okay. you? a serial killer? i’d just run away. not like you’d be able to chase after me.”

“hey, i can run pretty damn fast, you know?” ellie hissed. if she wanted, she could definitely chase you down… but she’d rather not do that at the moment. that was probably not a great idea. “hell, i could be an axe murderer.”

“what’s your name?”

“huh?”

“are you dumb?”

“…it’s ellie.”

“‘kay, ellie, now i know your name and if you’re observant— which i doubt but i’m gonna play devils advocate— you know mine. nice to meet you. now we know each other. i’m not gonna sit here and play 21 questions, do you want me to take you to your place or not?”

“what if you kill me anyways?” she asked, she was kidding, she just wanted to piss you off.

“i am not gonna fucking— you know what, you’re annoying. never mind.”

“wait. i’m sorry.”

fuck.

maybe this whole thing about you wasn’t so bad. you were just— abrasive.

she swallowed, forcing herself to stay calm. “i’ll take a ride.”

“what’s the magic word?”

“die.” ellie hissed. “you’re not funny.”

“almost! that’s four words. do you want a hint?”

ellie stared at you blankly for a few seconds before answering. “i am not saying please.”

“you just said it.” you grinned. “look, i get off at 6:30, that’s like… 20 minutes from now, if you don’t mind waiting. i’ll come get you when i’m off, sound good?”

“yeah. that sounds good.”

this is such a bad idea.

[mingispelvis]

Chilli Pepper Vibe

Genre: mingi x afab!reader, smut w a little fluff but a LOT of plot

Length: 5.5k

Summary: You go abroad with your friends and are blessed to run into Ateez at your hotel.

NSFW warnings under cut

Warnings: oral sex female receiving, oral sex male receiving, fingering, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP), not pulling out, use of slut, use of baby girl, there's a LOT of plot sorry this is kinda fluffy also at the end

Idk how NDAs work and idk how to end it sorry!!!!!

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Girls trips hit different when you’re all gainfully employed. Seulgi had just made partner at Bae & Kang law firm. Joy was recently promoted to Zone Manager of her company, with a hefty bonus to boot. And you? You finally finished residency and were officially able to practice medicine on your own. Despite the three of you being in your mid 20s, you had all continued to push each other and you all achieved great things.

Thusly, girls trip. 

Seulgi, being type A, organized the entire trip from start to finish. To her, vacation starts the moment you step out of your front door. She arranged an Uber Black to take the three of you to the airport, got you all first class tickets, and arranged a very expensive penthouse for the three of you to stay in. She wouldn’t even tell you where exactly you’d be going, just to “bring your sexiest party clothes, a few swimsuits, and your passports”. 

“Our final plane before we land at our destination will be at gate, ummm,” Seulgi paused to check her airline app to see where the three of you would be waiting for the next hour. “Ah, gate A57”. You and Joy eyed the terminal signs as you walked towards A57, passing “Los Angeles, California”, “Seattle, Washington” “Atlanta, Georgia” and then “Moscow, Russia”, “Beijing, China”, and “Seoul, South Korea.” A57 came into view and underneath, in bright orange pixels, read “Tokyo, Japan”. Your jaw dropped open and Joy began to squeal. “No way, no way, no way. Seulgi. You did NOT get us tickets to Waterbomb.” Joy jumped up and down, neck pillow flopping against her back. Seulgi shrugged her shoulders and attempted to fight a smile, but Joy squealed again and grabbed her into a huge bear hug, causing a grin to explode onto Seulgi’s face. “I LOVE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW!” Joy’s scream was muffled as her tight hug squashed her mouth into Seulgi’s shoulder.

“Umm..hold on…what’s Waterbomb?” You asked, giggling slightly at your friend’s antics. At this, Joy and Seulgi stopped hugging to stare at you like you’d grown an extra head out of your shoulders. “Ew I forgot she’s only a casual KPOP girl.” Joy rolled her eyes as she plopped down in one of the chairs at the gate and kicked her feet up onto her suitcase. Seulgi took the time to explain the massive festival, the amazing kpop acts, and the water guns to you and by the time your boarding zone was called, you were stoked about getting to go. 

The flight to Tokyo was long and uneventful, the ride to the hotel was short and sweet, and the check in process was smooth. The three of you were staying at a 5 star hotel famous for waiting on their guests hand and foot. The elevator up to the penthouse was smooth and when you stepped into the hall, you were shocked to find only two massive open areas on either side of the elevator. “The other side is the other penthouse. We have this entire half of the floor to ourselves. That’s how big this place is.” Seulgi explained. As if your jaws couldn’t drop enough, Seulgi scanned her thumb print and the door to your vacation palace unlocked with a quiet click. “They don’t have my thumb print, right? I didn’t authorize them to have that information!” Joy joked. You couldn’t even think of the logistics as you stepped into what could only be described as luxury beyond your wildest dreams. Marble floors, brilliant chandeliers, gold plated silverware (goldware?) 200 inch large screen TV with surround sound speakers, full bar, and floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city of Tokyo. The balcony was a walk around that you could access from the living area or any of the bedrooms and had a hot tub, a small infinity pool, and another outdoor bar. Each of the three bedrooms had a king sized bed that you actually had to walk up two steps to get into and a full bathroom attached. The bathrooms had clawfoot tubs made of more gold, massive showers, and a towel warmer. Despite having handed over your credit cards to Seulgi so she could split the price of everything equally between the three of you, you had no idea the measly 4 digit price you paid could amount to such elegance. 

The long travels and time change hit the three of you hard, so after gawking at the amenities the penthouse provided a little longer, the three of you washed up and hit the sack, hard. So hard, you didn’t wake up until almost 3pm the next day. Luckily, traveling queen Seulgi had accounted for this and had allotted two rest days into the rigorous itinerary, delivering every meal up to the room by room service to be had on the balcony or on the edge of the pool. 

“I wonder who’s on the opposite side of the hall from us in the other penthouse” Joy questioned between massive bites of her meal. She was standing in the pool with her upper half lounging on the poolside.

“Probably some big shot oil tycoon and his 3 wives,” you joked, nursing an afternoon mimosa. Joy giggled and downed another bite of her meal. For being so thin, she had one hell of an appetite.

“Actually,” Seulgi started with a smile. “I booked this hotel because it’s usually one of the ones idols stay at since it’s super close to the festival area and the hotel is known for its discretion. I bet it's a kpop group.” Joy dropped a grape into the pool, mouth agape, body frozen as she stared at Seulgi. You watched the grape bob away towards the other side of the pool. Joy still hadn’t moved or spoken when you turned back.

“Joy? Babe? You alright?” You gave her shoulder a light shake. 

Joy took a deep breath before shouting, “A KPOP GROUP!? YOU’RE TELLING ME STRAY KIDS COULD BE RIGHT NEXT DOOR? OR EXO? OR-” Joy jumped out of the pool at this point. “We gotta go over there and find out who it is!”

“No! What are we gonna do just knock on the door and see who answers? It could be a girl group too, you know.” Seulgi stated.

Joy jumped again, “TWICE!?” Joy feigned fainting, “catch me Nayeon!” You all three laughed and Joy jumped back into the pool. “We should get some drinks and just have a party tonight. A light party, so we can go explore tomorrow, but a party nonetheless.” Joy suggested. 

“Hell yeah we’ve relaxed enough. It’s time to get fucked up.” You agreed. 

“I know a place we can get some good stuff for cheap. We spent an arm and a leg on this trip. I'm not paying the big bucks for alcohol.” Seulgi stated, cleaning up the plates (as is her duty as the resident mom of the trip). “Let’s head there now so we can be back before dinner and get some food in our system before we get trashed.” 

You and Joy did as you were told and obediently threw on a swim suit cover-up to travel to the store. 2 bottles of champagne and a box of soju later, the three of you returned and got dressed for dinner. After your bellies were full, the three of you put on your “party pajamas" (short shorts, crop tops, and fuzzy socks) and got the snacks and drinks ready on the living room table. 

“Shit we need ice for the champagne don’t we. I’ll go grab some from the ice machine down the hall. We’re gonna need more than the refrigerator has at the moment.” You grabbed the empty champagne bucket and headed to the room where the ice machine was located. Well, where you thought it was located. The ice machine room was empty and you pouted while thinking about where you could get ice. You walked back to the room, but before you went back in and admitted defeat to your friends, you saw the doors to the staircase and thought you might as well try one floor down. Entering onto the floor below you headed back to the area where the ice machine could be, but stopped when you saw two figures standing in the open area after the penthouse suite door. Though the lighting was dim (a 5 star hotel can’t light their hallways?) you could see a third figure gesturing, and then backing up and pointing their phone towards the first two as if they were recording. You slowly walked closer when you heard “Ok, shi-jak* [A/N: begin].” T-Pain’s “Booty Wurk played and the two figures started dancing. The moves were executed flawlessly until one of the figures in a black cap made an imperceptible (to you) mistake. Groans from the other two were heard and the taller male in the front, in a gray cap, turned to playfully shake at the other. You took this as your chance to pass through. “You guys are really good at dancing,” you started as all three boys jumped, startled at your sudden appearance. You passed by them, but not before taking in just how beautiful they all three were. “Oh, thank you.” The one in the gray cap nodded to you. You headed to the ice machine, but subconsciously felt like someone was watching, so you took a quick peek over your shoulder to see all three men watching you. Dipping quickly into the ice room, you put your hand over your heart and felt it flutter. 

Woah. Were they checking me out? You thought to yourself as you pressed the bucket under the ice machine. The clanking and crunching of the machine and the ice hitting the metal bucket was a mere whisper compared to the thumping of your heart and whooshing of blood in your ears. 

Fuck it. It’s vacation. You convinced yourself as the ice toppled over the lip of the bucket and landed with a clack on the floor. When you came out, the boys were dancing again. You walked just close enough to let them know you were watching, and then leaned against the wall. The boys finished up their attempt of the dance and you stepped forward. 

“Wow! You guys are really so good!” you fluttered your lashes even though you weren’t sure if they could see in the dim light. “You should be professionals. I wish you could teach me to dance!” You stepped a little closer to the three boys. 

The boy holding his phone chuckled while the one in the gray cap thanked you again. You fluttered your lashes again and flashed a sweet smile. “I’m Y/N. And you are?” You turned to the shorter boy in black. “Oh, uh, I’m Wooyoung”. He smiled lightly. 

“I’m Yunho.” The boy in the gray cap waved and then shoved his hands back in the pockets of his white cargo pants.

You turned to the final boy and your eyes widened and pulse quickened. You hadn’t gotten a good look at him when you first passed by, but even in the dim light you could see he was a ten out of ten. You strained your eyes and pleaded with your pupils to let you see this man in all his glory. 

“I’m Mingi. Nice to meet you, Y/N. And, for the record, we are professionals.” He smiled. 

“Oh? Are you in a dance group?” You questioned, never breaking eye contact with Mingi.

“Something like that”, Wooyoung answered. “More like a KPOP group.” He barely finished his sentence before he was lightly slapped in the chest by Yunho.

“Oh that’s really cool. Which group? Maybe I���ve heard of you.” You played it cool even though your heart was threatening to beat itself out of your rib cage.

“Ateez.” Mingi said proudly. 

You did your best not to fangirl hard. You’d been listening to Bouncy continuously since Joy sent it in the group chat. Due to your rigorous doctor schedule, stanning wasn’t something you had time to do- thus, Joy’s “Ew, casual KPOP girl” comment in the airport.

“I think I’ve heard of you guys before.” you nodded and flashed another cute smile. “Well, I have to get this bucket of ice back to a few bottles of champagne,” you emphasized your sentence by holding up the bucket and patting it a few times. “But if you guys ever want a break from idol life, my friends and I are one floor up with drinks and snacks.” You passed through the three boys once again, turned around, and started walking backwards so you could express your final sentence to them, “and we’ll sign NDAs, no problem.” You whipped back around before the three boys had a chance to watch you sink deep into embarrassment, fear, and confusion.

Did I really just tell three international superstars I’d sign an NDA to party with them? I haven’t even started drinking and I’m already doing stupid shit. You chastised yourself as you quickly made your way back up the stairs and into your penthouse.

“Finally! We were gonna start without you!” Joy shouted, her back to you as she sat on the couch fiddling with something you couldn’t see.

“We did start without you.” Seulgi corrected, clicking something on her computer and watching the big screen TV at the same time. She seemed to be setting up her computer to cast to the TV to play music.

“You guys will never guess what happened to me and who I met.” You started, setting the bucket on the kitchen counter and tucking the two champagne bottles snuggly within the ice. When you turned back to your friends, they were both staring at you excitedly.

“WHO!?” they yelled in unison.

You went to go sit on the couch. You started off your story of the disappearing ice machine much to Joy and Seulgi’s dismay, and even kept an air of mystery by not revealing the names of the boys until the proper point in the story, after you’d gotten the ice.

“So I’m like, my name is Y/N what’s yours? And he goes ‘Wooyoung’ and the next dude goes ‘Yunho’ and the last dude goes ‘Mingi’.” you recount. At each name, Seulgi gasps and Joy squeals. You continued before they could interrupt you. 

“Then Mingi’s like ‘Yeah we are professionals’ and I’m like ‘yeah are you in a dance group?’ and Wooyoung goes ‘We’re in ATEEZ’ and I lowkey pretended like I’m not obsessed with Bouncy so I can stay chill.” You were speeding through the story to make it to the most important part before Joy exploded with questions. 

“So,” you continue “I say ‘yeah I’ve heard of you guys. Well if you wanna come up and party with us we’ll sign the NDA!” You bury your head in your hands and pull your knees to your chest while Joy and Seulgi, essentially, freak out. 

“Are you telling me Ateez could come up here and party with us!?” Joy stands up on the couch in excitement. Seulgi quickly brings her down a peg to reality and says “They probably won’t but at least Y/N got to flirt with hot famous guys.” Seulgi pauses for a moment before a squeal escapes her mouth and she taps her feet on the floor in glee. “WE COULD PARTY WITH ATEEZ THOUGH!” Seulgi grins. With that, Joy jumps lightly off the couch and pops open a soju bottle. She grabs three shot glasses and pours the bottle evenly across all three. “Well,” she starts “we should be ready when they get here!”

You three take the shots like champs, open the snacks, and turn up the music. After some light mixed drinks and a few good songs, the three of you had almost forgotten about your supposed super star visitors. A knock at the door stops the three of you in your tipsy rendition of Kai’s Rover. You look at each other in confusion, and then turn towards the door. You head over and peek through the peephole. A young Asian woman, probably the same age as you, with an ipad is standing outside the door. You open the door just wide enough to be polite.

“Hi.” You say tentatively, confusion clearly showing on your face.

‘Hi! I’m one of the managers working for KQ and I think I have something you’ll want to sign.” The lady turns her iPad around and you see NON DISCLOSURE AGREEMENT in big bold letters across the top of a document. You feel hands on your shoulder and the door swings wider. 

“YES. WE’LL SIGN. WHATEVER IT IS WE’LL SIGN!” Joy practically screams in the woman’s face.

The manager laughs and begins to quickly scroll through the massive document, highlighting the major points (basically, keep it quiet or we’ll sue you for your entire life and the life of your future children) and then hands you a stylus. 

“If you agree to the terms and conditions, sign, print, and date here. If you have any questions let me know and I’ll be happy to answer them before you sign. If you’re no longer interested-” before the manager can finish her sentence, Joy snatches the stylus out of your hand and signs off on the document. She hands the stylus to Seulgi and she does the same with speed. 

“So, they’re coming up here? They’re all actually coming?” You ask, raising an eyebrow and begging the answer to be yes.

The manager chuckles and says “this non-disclosure agreement covers any potential meetings with the idols mentioned within it on the dates mentioned within it.” She punctuates her sentence with a smile and moves the iPad towards you. Joy nudges you in a manner that lets you know that you will not be ruining this for her. You sign with shaky hands.

“Perfect!” The manager turns the iPad back around and taps on it a bit. “And if you could all input your emails here, you’ll receive a copy of this for your own records.” You put in your emails, and the manager hits send. “Thank you! Have a good night!” The manager bows, and heads down the hall. You slowly close the door and turn to look at your friends. You stand staring at each other, excitement buzzing between the three of you as not one of your brains can form words. Seulgi was the first to break the silence. 

“Well…this is happening.” She said as if she was trying to convince herself to keep calm. Joy walked off like a zombie in a trance to sit back on the couch and stare out into the distance. “This is happening.” She repeated in the same tone as Seulgi.

“This is happening!” Joy rocketed up from the couch. “I gotta go put on some makeup!” Joy rushed into her bedroom, and you heard a distinct zip of a makeup bag followed by the continuous clacking of makeup containers hitting each other while being dumped out. You and Seulgi finally had the wherewithal to leave the foyer and head back to the couch. You took a generous swig of strawberry soju when you heard another knock at the door. This time, all three of you ran to the door to answer it. You were closer, and, therefore, faster, and opened the door with a grin.

“(Y/N)!” Mingi raised his hands above his head as if he was greeting an old friend. “I brought drinks and friends.” You moved to the side to welcome Mingi in, Yunho, Wooyoung, and San following behind him. 

“These are my friends Seulgi and Joy.” You introduced your friends but before you could give them the eyes that meant “please be cool”, they began to fangirl.

“Oh my gosh Wooyoung you’re my bias! It’s so cool to meet you guys!” Joy giggled and jumped Wooyoung with a hug. “Oh I’m so sorry!” Joy jumped back as quickly as she had hugged Wooyoung. “I should have asked first- can I hug you?” 

Wooyoung laughed and nodded, coming in for another hug. Yunho, Mingi, and San greeted you all and you all headed to the couch. 

Joy, the official party girl of the three of you, immediately began to pour shots while Seulgi turned the music back up. The party had commenced full swing, with all of you jumping, dancing, and shouting lyrics as loud as you could. After an hour and a few drinks, you were just buzzed enough to let your inhibitions out the window, so when Bouncy came on, you lost it.

“EVERYONE SHUT UP I LOVE THIS SONG” you yelled, arms out as wide as possible to clear the makeshift dance floor (aka the area where the coffee table used to be). The song got as far as Yunho’s “one, two..” before it stopped. You whipped your head around to Seulgi with a look on your face that clearly said what the fuck!? But before you could verbally protest, Seulgi pointed to the TV. She’d pulled up the music video.

“Since you’ve never seen it.” She stuck her tongue out, but you didn’t see her. Your eyes were glued to the screen. By the time the video ended, you had made a dangerous decision. Watching Mingi clear out a bar with a fake gun, belly roll, and dance had you trembling. You knew you had to have him. You devised a devious plan in the blink of an eye. “Play it again!” you whined. “I wanna dance AND,” you stood up to emphasize the second request “I want you all to sing your parts!” 

The boys laughed and agreed as Seulgi re-started the music video. You began dancing as Mingi rapped “What you wanna do?”. Your plan was in motion and so were your hips. You spun around and swung your hand in the air like you were swinging a lasso. You slowly approached Mingi, who had sat down on the couch. When the chorus hit, you straddled him. Your heart was beating faster than it ever had before, but your mind was determined. You kept lightly moving your hips and swinging your imaginary lasso. Mingi looked at you with eyes wide and mouth slightly open, corners of his mouth turned up in disbelief. You pushed a little further- putting your hands on his shoulders and singing along:

“Slow it down, make it bouncy 

지금부터 fly

좀 다른 spicy 청양고추 vibe”

You looked Mingi in the eyes when you felt his hands on your hips. “Don’t forget to rap your part.” You leaned close with a small smile and mouthed “fix on” in time with the song. Mingi began rapping, and you began the next part of your plan. You wrapped your arms around his neck and began to kiss at his neck. You heard his breath catch slightly, but he didn’t miss a beat of his rap. You moved up to his ear, bit lightly, and moaned “mmmm”. You applied a little more pressure in your grind and you moved to snake your fingers up the hair on the nape of his neck. You kept kissing his neck and, when his rap had completed, Mingi slowly slid his hands down to cup your ass. You could hear San and Wooyoung confidently slurring their way through Seonghwa’s lines. You’re surprised you’re not embarrassed about slutting yourself out in front of your friends, but the growing bulge pressing into your crotch is making it a little easier. Pulling back and placing your forehead on Mingi’s, you stare in each other’s eyes and reach a silent understanding. You slide off of Mingi and grab his hand, leading him to your bedroom. 

You shut the door, but can’t turn around because Mingi has pressed his body against you. He wraps his arms around you and kisses your neck. He spins you around and crashes his mouth into you, tongues wrestling and arms wandering. You push him towards the massive bed and pull away from the intoxicating kiss just long enough to warn him to watch his step. You pull off your shorts and shirt and Mingi does the same. Mingi sits up against the headboard and drags you back into his lap. You both moan and grind into each other- Mingi clearly not able to choose between massaging your breasts or squeezing your ass, so he settles for one for each hand. You’ve had enough of the humping and pull away. You trail kisses down Mingi’s body, clearly heading to give him the best head of his life, but he leans forward and grabs you before you can make it to your prize. Mingi flips you over and tears your panties off like he’s unwrapping a christmas present. 

“Shit.” Mingi mumbles as he pushes your legs out and back for a clear view of his meal. He looks up at you as he lightly runs his middle finger through your slick covered folds. Your breathing is heavy and your heart is pounding. 

“You want it, baby girl?” Mingi raises an eyebrow at you. You nod fervently, but that’s clearly not enough. “Lemme hear you baby. What do you want?” Mingi teases in the sweetest, sultriest voice you’ve ever heard. 

“I want you to eat me like it’s your last meal, Mingi.” You respond, grabbing a fistful of his hair. At this Mingi’s eyes flutter shut and he gasps. 

“Don’t let go,” Mingi growls, then he dives in. He wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, and makes quick work of his tongue. He slowly pushes his middle finger inside you and hooks it right into your g-spot. 

The speed at which the pleasure overcomes you has you grabbing Mingi’s hair with your other hand and releasing a deep moan. Mingi slurps and moans as he fingers you deep. You pull him off of you and he looks up at you with confusion. You begin to crawl down towards his crotch, bulge straining painfully through his boxer briefs. Mingi gets it immediately and flips over onto his back to continue his work on your clit while you unearth his throbbing cock. Watching the thick, long member spring out of its cage has you clenching around Mingi’s finger. He moans and adds a second as you squeeze the base of his cock. He’s already leaking, so you squeeze a little more out to lubricate his dick. You lick a stripe from the base to the tip, and then take Mingi in his entirety. Mingi’s head falls back and he moans deeply. 

“(Y/N), fuck, just like that.” Mingi pants and speeds up his fingers within you. You feel your orgasm approaching but you’re determined to make Mingi remember you. You move off of Mingi, which removes his fingers from you, and turn to face him. He looks down at you and you stare in his eyes as you deepthroat him. You hollow your cheeks and work your tongue up and down, cupping his balls with one hand and running the other up and down his thighs. Mingi lightly places his hands on your head and you can feel him throbbing in your mouth. You can tell he’s getting close and remove him from your mouth with a pop. The heat of the moment over takes you and you go to straddle him, line him up, and sink down on his cock. Mingi’s eyes fluttered shut and he shuddered out a moan. You began a slow pace, up and down, while simultaneously circling your hips. You threw your head back and dug your nails into Mingi’s toned abs. He gripped your hip with one hand and began mercilessly rubbing your clit with the other. Your legs went weak as your orgasm built up again, and you sat down on Mingi, fully taking his entire length. Mingi pulled you forward so you were laying on his chest. He hooked both of his arms around your waist, lifted his hips, and began fucking you senseless. 

You came within seconds, gripping Mingi’s cock tight- he could feel your walls fluttering and your orgasm dripping down onto his thighs. 

“Fuck Mingi, yes! Make me cum!” You moaned into his ear. Between your pussy death gripping his cock and you dirty talking in his ear, Mingi couldn’t handle it. His hips stuttered, his breath became ragged, and his moans became louder and louder. He pounded into you harder and harder until he finally stilled deep within you. You felt him throbbing and spilling his release as you were coming down from your own high. 

Mingi rode out his orgasm still holding your body tightly to his. You pushed your torso up so you could see Mingi’s face clearly- hair sticking to his forehead by beads of sweat, eyelids low in bliss. Mingi took a deep breath and finally came to. His eyes got wide and he swore in korean. 

“Oh God. I just…fuck…I didn’t pull out…I’m…are you…” Mingi’s mind was clearly racing and you put your pointer finger to his lips to shush him.

“Shh. It’s okay. I’m on birth control, I’m clean, and I’d never do that to you. I promise.” you comforted him.

Mingi’s eyebrows creased together and raised in a face that relayed “you promise?” then he nodded and released the breath he’d been holding. He then rolled over, still holding you tight to his body, so you could be flat on your back when he pulled out. “Stay there!” he requested as he ran off to the bathroom to get you a warm towel. He came back smiling, ready to provide you with excellent aftercare. He found your clothes that had been scattered over the floor, and handed them to you as he put on his own clothes. A pang of sadness hit your heart as you realized your night with Mingi was over, and you went into the bathroom to collect yourself (and to pee. You always pee after sex!). You looked in the mirror and saw how rosy your cheeks were, hair all over your head, and all you could do was smile. You were thankful that you had this experience. After quickly brushing your teeth and washing your face, you opened the bathroom door and peeked back in the bedroom. Mingi was nowhere to be found. You realized simultaneously that it was silent in the penthouse. You assumed the girls went to bed and Mingi left with the rest of his members. You crawled into bed, fluffed your pillows, and turned off the lights.  ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You woke up hot. Really hot. And paralyzed. Not sleep paralyzed, paralyzed like you were in a straitjacket. You slowly realized someone was in the bed with you. You could hear a soft snore from behind you. You twisted around to try and see if Joy had had another nightmare and wanted to cuddle with you for “safety”. The figure behind you aroused and you strained your eyes in the darkness to see who the hell caused you to be drenched in sweat.

“Hey, did my snoring wake you?” A soft, deep voice asked. Your eyes adjusted to the darkness and you saw Mingi’s sleepy face, eyes still shut tight. You were glad his eyes were closed because you were grinning like an idiot. “No, I just had a funny dream.” You lied as you cuddled up, face first into his chest. Mingi held you tight, kissed your forehead, and immediately fell back asleep.

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The smell of bacon wafted into your dreams and knocked on your brain until you regained consciousness. The sun was beaming into your room and you gave yourself a nice, full body stretch. While stretching, you realized how roomy your bed was. You turned over and noticed your empty bed. You sighed in content, happy for the night you had. A piece of cloth under the unused pillow caught your eye. You lifted the pillow and noticed Mingi’s shirt, and a note.

“Had a great time last night. See you at Waterbomb. Have you and your friends meet us backstage ;) -SMG”

You grabbed his shirt, stuffed it into your face, and took a big sniff. You didn’t care that it was creepy and delusional. You’re happy he left you a memento of the night you shared. The door to your room creaked slowly open, and you popped your head up as soon as you noticed it.

“SEULGI SHE’S UP OH MY GOD.” Joy screamed and sprinted full speed towards your bed. She flopped down next to you as Seulgi ran in behind her.

“TELL. US. EVERYTHING.” Joy enunciated her words by shaking your shoulders. 

You relayed the night to your best friends. You concluded by showing them the note. Joy and Seulgi shrieked and their voices overlapped in excitement- fantasizing about how the day was going to go. You tuned them out and looked wistfully out the window as the sun continued to shine into your bedroom. You began to grin as you thought about all you were going to do with Mingi again. 

[bloodmoonmuses]

should've, could've, would've. | bang chan

genre: bang chan x reader with some good ol' angst! warnings: none!

I really could’ve picked a better time to have this conversation, you think as you saunter up to the familiar door. 

Despite your intrusive thoughts, you knock four times and, almost as if he were expecting it, Chan opens the door promptly.

“Hey. You’re drenched.” You yank at the hem of your rain soaked sweater and recoil from the feeling of it clinging to your body.

“Didn’t check the weather.” A pause. “Also… I couldn’t sleep,” You add sheepishly. The epithet ends up sounding like more of an excuse than anything, but it’s true. You couldn’t stand staring at the ceiling, thinking of what you were going to say to him, for another minute. It was driving you crazy.

Chan looks down at his apple watch. It’s 2:09am.

“Evidently, I couldn’t either,” he says, rubbing his sleep deprived eyes. 

“Well, I don’t wanna bother you so-”

“Oh, shut up. Get in here.” He gently grasps your elbow and guides you inside his apartment. It’s dark, save for the illumination from the two candles he has lit. You inhale. Bergamot. That’s new.

Chan quickly scans your face and you know he can tell you’ve been crying. He can always tell. You divert your gaze and, thankfully, he doesn’t say anything. But he knows. And the fact that he does gets more and more embarrassing each time it happens.

You’re finally made aware of how cold you actually are when you shiver in response to the body heat radiating off Chan.

“Shit,” he says. “Lemme get you some clothes.” Quick on the uptake, and so in tune with all things you. Sometimes it was exhausting. When he withdraws to his room, you take a seat on the navy blue couch you’re all too familiar with. 

Maybe I should’ve just gone home. What am I gonna do when I move?

Chan returns with a pair of sweatpants and t-shirt. You thank him and go to the bathroom to change. When you catch a glance of yourself in the mirror, you almost gasp. It’s fine, you think. Chan is my friend. This is what friends are for.

Chan was the one who recommended taking walks to soothe your insomnia all those years ago, and here you are- still heeding his advice. What he couldn’t predict, however, was that every time you went on said walk, you’d end up in his arms. The first few times were a fluke- awkward, clunky. His embrace caused more anxiety than comfort, and you were under the impression that it wouldn’t continue. But as the years went by, it became routine.

There wasn’t an instant click, not even when your friendship began. Everything was gradual, slow, deliberate. That was what defined your relationship. So when your feelings began to morph into something more than friendship, you weren’t surprised. Because that meant there was only a matter of time before those feelings became bigger than a fleeting spark, or a hand held for hours at a time, or dreams told over gin and white wine. 

Now, as you donned his clothes, smelling of detergent and something so distinctly Chan, you were anxious. Anxious to tell him you were leaving, anxious that even the slightest objection from him would make you stay, and anxious that he had that much power over you- even in your head. 

But it was your dream. And you couldn’t wait around for your feelings to bubble to the surface. You had to squash them down while you still had the chance. This seemed to be your only chance, unfortunately.

“Wanna talk about it?” Chan asks with soft eyes, extending a mug of tea in your direction. You silently thank him for it with a nod, and go to sit on his couch. He joins you.

“I’m sorry for doing this so often. It must get annoying.”

“You’re not annoying. I’ll say it every time if I have to.” He takes a sip of his own tea, and looks at you blankly. You wish you could read his mind, like he can yours. 

“Movie?” He continues, eyes boring into the side of your head. You fight the urge to return his gaze, but ultimately fail. Huge mistake.

Now you wish he'd stop looking at you like that- like this. Like he loves you. Like he’d do anything for you…

“Disney always cheers you up, yeah?” 

He picks up the remote and turns on the TV, trying to ease you into some type of comfort. Usually, by now, you’d be divulging every problem to him. The air is suffocatingly thick. 

I just wanna talk. Why can’t I say that? Chan, I wanna talk. See? It’s not that hard, you think.

 “Princess and the Frog,” he says with a smile. “That’s your favorite.” 

“I’m moving back to America.” Your mouth is moving before your heart has time to catch up. “It’s my dream job.” 

His eyes meet yours, painfully, as he registers the words that have come out of your mouth. It’s funny, really, with the opening credits of Princess and the Frog revving up in the background… Chan realizes this too, and slowly, he turns off the TV. When he puts the remote back down, his mouth is slightly agape.

“Oh. When do you leave?” 

‘Oh?’ That’s it? you think. Your heart is breaking. His tone is so… casual. Almost flippant. Anger flares in your chest for a second and then-

“Uh… in, like, two weeks,” you respond.

“Oh,” he says again.

And with your voice barely above a whisper, you say, “I should’ve told you sooner.”

“Yeah.” He looks down at his feet, shifting uncomfortably.

Now you wanna look away? Look at me. Say something. Anything. Please.

“Well, okay. I’ll see you around.” You get up to leave before the tears start flowing, but your vision is already blurred. “Thanks for the clothes,” You manage to mutter. 

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry…

When you reach the doorknob, Chan stops you.

“Hey. Let me drive you home.” He can’t even look at you, not really. Even now, his eyes are cast towards the hand that delicately clasps your elbow. Nothing forceful, just enough to keep your attention. “It’s raining really hard,” he continues.

“I don’t think I could handle that.” You say, voice breaking entirely.

“Can I give you my umbrella then?” He pleads. 

“Uh, sure,” you say meekly. Chan retreats to his room and returns with a black umbrella. 

“Here.” 

You’re fully crying now, desperate for air, unable to take a full breath. 

“Thank you. For everything.” You say between gasps. You reach to take the umbrella, but are interrupted by Chan pulling you into a hug instead.

“I’m gonna miss you so much,” he says, the end of his sentence catching in his throat. He holds you tighter than he ever has before. “I’m so proud of you.”  He leans back a bit to look at you, and wipes the tears off of your face with the pads of his thumbs. “You’re gonna be amazing.”

Maybe it’s his messy, curly hair- or the pinkish tinge to his beautiful nose, or the overwhelming feeling of him touching your face- it’s too much. Too much to keep those simmering emotions at bay. And you want to touch him, transfer the heat from your body to his, let him know how much he means to you in ways that words just can't- and it’s painful. He’s still cradling your face in his hands. You silently beg him to let go- let you go.

“I love you.” That’s not enough. “I love you so much.” The confession escapes you in a squeak, broken sobs ripping through your chest.

“I love you too. Shh… it’s okay. It’s okay.” Another hug. This one is impossibly tight, like you could disappear at any moment and Chan is the only thing tethering you to the earth. 

“No, you don’t get it. I love you more than anything Chan.” Then you kiss him, because the words don’t hold enough weight. You need him to understand- to feel your desperation and unspoken devotion.

It’s a gentle peck at first, so soft it could’ve been imagined. It’s timid and cautious, but it’s real. The fire it ignites in you only makes you want more. You don’t even look to see Chan’s reaction before you crash into his lips again, then again, and again- deepening the kiss and letting yourself indulge in the sensation. Toothy, clamoring, and unorganized. Feverish fervor that leaves your fingertips buzzing. 

When you finally come up for air, meeting Chan’s watery eyes, your heart breaks all over again. How much time have you wasted? How many memories had you opted out of in fear? Fear of rejection? Fear of losing your best friend? Fear of being undeserving of a love so all consuming and white-hot? It’s soul crushing. 

Chan speaks, voice slightly hoarse. “Two weeks?” It’s a question.

“Yeah. I leave in two weeks,” you say. Chan nods to himself, places the umbrella he’s been holding against the wall, and takes your hands in his.

“Any stretch of time spent loving you is time well-spent. No apologies. No “what-ifs”. No regrets. If this is how I come to love you-”

“But I should’ve-” you start.

“It’s worth it.”

He tucks you into bed that night, the rain and his warm embrace lulling you to sleep, and for a bit- in that space of limbo right before your body succumbs to slumber- you agree with Chan. 

If this is how the chips fell, it was worth it. The years of confessions held at the tip of your tongue, the myriad of stolen glances, your quiet love- It was all worth it. 

You don’t know what awaits you in the morning. All you know is that you love Chan and he loves you. For now, that’s enough. 

[late-to-the-party-81]

My life is perfect [you told me so]

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SGR Bingo Square C2 - Stockholm Syndrome

Summary: Your life with Steve is perfect in every single way. He told you so.

Relationship: Soft! Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

WC: 750

CW: Soft Dark Steve Rogers, Stockholm Syndrome, Isolation, Behavioural Adjustment, Brain Washing, implied sexual content.

“You love me, baby, don’t you?”

Steve’s thumb, rough but warm, swiped over your lower lip and you looked up at him through your lashes. It was amazing how you’d become accustomed to his face, with his thick dirty blonde beard, shaggy hair and worry lines. Two months ago you’d been terrified of him, but now? Now you knew he was your saviour. Your protector. Your everything. He’d told you as much.

Without him, what would you have? Well, you wouldn’t be living in this nice house, away from the hustle and bustle of city life. You wouldn’t have all these pretty clothes that were totally impractical for the life you’d lead before - what you could recall of it. You wouldn’t have these relaxed days where the hardest thing you had to think about was which book to read or which delicious thing to bake. And you wouldn’t have the nights - and days - of the pleasure that Steve could wring from your body. Over and over and over…..

A small voice inside your head chimed up with ‘but you’d have your freedom’, but you squashed it down. What a silly thought. Of course you had your freedom - it’s what Steve stood for after all. Who could wish for more freedom than the carefree life you led? You had Steve, and your animals and maybe in time you’d have a child or two. Nothing and no-one bothered you. Your life was perfect.

Wasn’t it?

Every so often there would be grey clouds in your mind, a fog that you’d try to walk through to find out what was on the other side, but whenever you did your heart would start to race and Steve would be beside you in a second, holding you tight on his lap and shushing you. Rocking you. Kissing you.

Loving you.

“I asked if you loved me, sweetheart,” Steve repeated, his tone sterner and making your heart jump under your ribs.

You placed your hands on his chest, over the white tank top he was wearing paired with a red flannel, and slid them up the curve of his pectorals until your arms tangled around his neck. “Of course I love you, Stevie. I’ll always love you.”

He smiled down at you. “Just as I thought, baby.” He dipped his head down and kissed you, his mouth opening yours so he could claim you with his tongue. His large hands pressed you close to him, leaving you in no doubt what sort of a mood he was in. Although, to be honest, he was often in ‘that’ kind of mood. The man was insatiable. 

It was common for you to be in the middle of a task and suddenly find him lifting your skirt to gain access to you. You were glad you’d accepted his suggestion that you forego underwear. It was far more practical this way - he’d only rip them off you otherwise. A wife always had to be ready for her husband. You wondered if other men’s wives had seen the light in regards to this, or whether they just wasted money on pointless scraps of fabric? 

When did you last see another woman? The small voice asked, and despite the fact that Steve was kissing you, your brow furrowed. Seeming to sense something was wrong, Steve pulled back and looked down at you, eyes full of concern.

“Are you alright, sweetheart? You thinking again?”

“I didn’t mean to,” you apologised, hurriedly. You knew Steve didn’t like it when his desires were interrupted. “A silly thought just popped into my head.”

“Well,” Steve replied with a rueful smile, “I’ll just have to ensure that no thoughts pop into your head at all for a short while, won’t I?” He picked you up with ease and carried you through to the bedroom and dropped you on the bed. He stripped you of your dress and your nipples pebbled in the cool air, as well as under his heated gaze. When he kissed you again, you didn’t notice the way he moved your arms above your head until you felt your wrists secured to cuffs.

You looked at him, confused, as he did the same to your ankles. A small frisson of fear travelled up your spine and the grey fog started to roll around in your mind. “Steve?” you whispered, questioningly.

“Shush, honey. You love me, remember?”

“I’ll always love you, Steve,” you replied and as his body covered yours, you wondered why those words felt so rehearsed.

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. . BY YOUR SIDE / DESTROY YOU

# CHAPTER ONE !

synopsis in which you were always the type to push down and never confront your past and the feelings that came with it — all of the pain and regret. but now you’re back at where it all started, having no choice but to face it and feel everything all at once

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your eyes burned into your laptop screen, the amount of times your finger had clicked to refresh only made you grow more dizzy with a nauseated stomach

CONGRATULATIONS! YOU WON!

and at first, you found yourself dancing around your room in your big tee shirt and knee socks about the career you hoped to make a possibility again — going on tour with TRAPNEST had to be your big break from what you heard about them, and maybe.. you should have done more research on their music, all you knew was the two of you had the same genre and the rivalry your last band seemed to strike with them last year. even now, three years later, BLACKSTONES seemed to be somewhat of a force to be reckoned with.

but now it was all settling in the further you read the email, seeing how you will be back to the one place you avoided for so long. the italic text in bold advising to let them know whether you were a solo artist or a band made you chew on your fingernails, nearly missing the cuticle and you wondered if your past bandmates would want to do this with you again.

mingi was still attached to your hip, he was there when you began even filling out the spreadsheet. your head tilted back, letting out a groan while your palms flatly hit your mattress a few times. face scrunched, you leaned over to grab your cellphone, typing into the old and nearly collecting dust blackstones groupchat.

‘anyone up for round two?’

after pressing send, you set your phone face down, not wanting to see your screen light up just yet with whatever they sent in and brought your knees to your chest, letting your forehead fall gently onto them as you sighed. the rain hitting your window only matched your melancholy, what if this time ended up like the last?

“alright, we should be good.”

seonghwa set his bass down, wiping the trickle of light sweat off his forehead while moving his black hair out of his eyes, “so trapnest, huh?” he leaned forward to grab his water bottle, opening it up and taking gulps

mingi sat at his drumset, messing with the drumsticks while he nodded along, “bringing back a rivalry that we never knew started.” mingi laughed, and seonghwa shrugged with a laugh following after, setting his water down and focusing back on hongjoong who just walked in with another guitar pick

“there wasn’t very many bands like that at the time,” hongjoong shrugged, handing seonghwa a new guitar pick, “besides we’re touring with them and maybe now that beef can be squashed.”

you laughed, “since when do you use beef for drama?” messing with the strings on hongjoong’s bass

the other two laughed alongside you, hongjoong letting out a huff before smiling and taking his bass back so he could properly tune it again, “i blame that one over there,” hongjoong’s voice slightly muffled from his guitar pick between his teeth, head motioning to mingi who only grinned behind his drumset

plopping down onto the beanbag, you tilted your head back with a light groan, “we haven’t done this in forever..” your voice light, staring up at the ceiling that still had fading sharpie doodles from years ago

“three years,” seonghwa noted, sitting next to you on the other beanbag by your right, “are you sure you want to?”

you could only hum back in response, exhaling the deep breath you were holding in before shifting your head to the side to see seonghwa better, the male messing with his chipped nail polish while looking at hongjoong who strummed his bass, mumbling lyrics of one of your songs. “it’s just crazy seeing us back in this room again,” you shook your head in disbelief, turning back to look at the ceiling. “i never thought i’d be here again, much less, going on tour.”

hearing a light chuckle, you could see seonghwa from the corner of your eye nod his head in agrement, “you and me both.”

“what have you been up to since then?” you asked, messing with your nails

seonghwa sighed, head tilted back with a gulp, his adams apple more prominent, “quit music for a while and explored who i was.” he turned to you, giving you a thin lipped smile and you nodded your head. if anyone understood you, it was always going to be seonghwa.

“alright! i finally got this fucker to sound like it used to,” hongjoong’s loud enthusiasm filled the room

shaking your head, you laughed and stood up, going back to your mic stand. seonghwa looked at hongjoong with a grin before following-suit, getting back to his usual format and grabbing his bass, “the ol’ joong special?” he amused

hongjoong glanced at seonghwa with a smile, nodding, “the ol’ joong special,” he echoed with a toothy grin

and for the first time in three years,

you were with your best friends making music again. it felt just like the beginning, but you prayed this will have a different ending.

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Would love to hear your answers on feedee asks:

3, 7, 15, 19, 24, 27, 29 and 37🤗☺️

3. I think mostly in my hips, I do jiggle all over but not really that much but if I have have to run up a set of steps I feel it most in my hips~

7. Both yes and no, I seem to gain pretty easily when I have lots of food but my weakness to gaining is actually how lazy I am XD I'm bad at preparing snacks so often go long periods without eating between meals and miss out on so many calories.

15. ABSOLUTELY! I have tried funnel feeding a couple times by myself, it's a little awkward to do but was sooooo hot omg~

19. I am an enormous brat and one of the ways this translates into feederism is I want to squash people. I want feeders to feel what they have done to me and know how soft and heavy I've gotten so yes I do like to be on top sometimes~

24. Not really from family but it is nice when friends say something, when I first started gaining I got a lot of praise as my curves started to fill in a lot more tho they did stop praising me for my abs XD

27. I do enjoy the gain but I really do wish I was bigger already~ I've gained and lost a few times so sometimes I really wish I'd have the weight as if I'd kept gaining. Based on the rate I was going when I was at uni I'd probably be ~350lbs by now.

29. Arms. I am a fat arms evangelist, I love them so much I wanna squish them and bite them and use them as pillows and I also want mine to be so plush and soft~

37. Clothing size ranges....it's not a hot surprise tbh. I always used to be skinny so for me when I saw something advertised to me I almost never had to wonder if it was made in my size but after gaining some weight I often get disappointed when I see something cute, click it and it stops at size 16 or whatever. It's one of those unconscious bits of privilege you have when you're skinnier that I just never thought about until I was on the wrong side of the "societal norm".

[musingsofadepressedgay]

I was told to never have envy because it was one of the seven deadly sins, coveting what another has. And so I squashed it down whenever I saw myself yearning for what someone else had, telling myself u was content with what I had

Never ask for anything

I was taught

Only take what is offered and only after requesting they keep it for themselves

You can never mention what you are hungry for even as those around you indulge

I trained myself how to push down the want for physical things, a car, nice docs, another piercing

I would afford those eventually and I could get by without them

What slipped throught the cracks disguised as something other than envy other than a plain and simple yearning for what others had was the emotional side

Watching a couple joke

Seeing someone get a text back and thier face light up

A kiss to the cheek or a tender hug

A complete vulnerability emotionally bared to the other, showing all of thier wants of what to have and what to give and all that they could share

I didn't even realize the fire raging through my body smoke filling my lungs as I saw all of the

Get home safes

The inside jokes

The I got you your favorite meal cause I know what you likes

I was shaken out of my trance by looking at the emotion of envy that I was so sure I had rid myself of

Until I realized the way my heart froze as I heard people talk of all the plans they made

The sill and stupid ideas

Dumpster diving at a Krispy kreams

Or feeding the ducks and fish at a park

And suddenly it clicked

The need

The desire packaged up in a little bow that I hid in the back of the closet because good little girls never ask they just wait for someone to provide for them

The desire of wanting to show someone, anyone, anyone who would sit down and listen and tell them everything

Not the everything I think I tell people

The everything that is hidden beneath

The WANT the NEED

Everything I was told was wrong because you take what you are given and watch others without showing them how much you wish you could ask to please join in

The need to hold someone and let all of it out the dam backed up by walls I built across the stream

But I am worried

That when I have someone like that

I will open my mouth and prepare for everything to surge out only to have nothing

The dam built up to strong for a large wave to get over

People ask me what is wrong and the words dry on my tongue

Why is it do hard to say that I need someone anyone please I need people to care and I want to care for them please

But all that comes out is no I can't think of anything I need

Self reliance doesn't work when we are wired to be social

You can make your own dinner but if you insist you don't need anyone to eat it with it tastes like nothing at all

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Heart Of A Father

Chapter Two: Of Crêpe And Crêpes

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After breakfast, Rossi dragged Reid into the mall, kicking and screaming. Now, he smiled to himself, that would be quite the scene. The reality, however, was far more boring. Even though Reid protested during breakfast, and tried to protest once more as Rossi parked near the side entrance to the mall, he followed Rossi without issue as he passed the large glass doors. 

Rossi immediately turned right, leading Reid into a small shop called Simón’s Splendid Suits. The name was corny, he pondered not for the first time, but Simón himself had long since proven to be an expert at his craft. He greeted the lady behind the counter but kept walking. After all, he knew Simón was always happy to see him – and his wallet. Rossi smirked. “Good morning.” 

The short man looked up from his sewing. “Agent Rossi! What a pleasant surprise.” 

Rossi pointed his thumb at Reid, who had awkwardly followed him in. “This kid needs a decent suit, can you help me out?” 

Simón took a moment to take in the sight of Spencer Reid’s ungainly appearance. “I can,” he said slowly as if he doubted his own words. 

Turning to the kid, Rossi forced himself to see Reid through Simón’s eyes. The frumpled, dirty, and torn clothes. The awkward fumbling. The constant, anxious bopping of his Adam’s apple. He frowned lightly. “He’s had a bit of bad luck, lately. I’m hoping some nice clothes will help him feel better.” 

Reid, who up to this point hadn’t said a word, finally opened his mouth again and Rossi really wished he hadn’t. “I really don’t need a suit, Rossi. I mean, I have one, for funerals and the like. But I never wear suits otherwise. I wouldn’t even really know what to do with it. Hotch always tells me to bring my suit to work the next day – he gives it back to me a few days later…” 

Rossi watched as Simón rested his head on his fists for a moment. ‘Scuse me, Agent,” he murmured, “but would you mind if I explained to your troubled young man exactly how much those words hurt?” 

A smile formed on Rossi’s face. “I think he gets the point. Would you please take his measurements? That funeral suit of his is looking about threadbare by now.” 

Simón nodded and motioned for Reid to step onto his platform, taking out a measuring tape and grabbing a pad and pencil from his desk. The next hour or so was filled with Simón ordering Reid to stand still, to move this way or that way, or – more than once – to please stop rambling. Rossi sat on a comfortable plush chair and watched. Eventually, when all measurements were taken and Reid had been thoroughly put in his place by the exasperated tailor, Simón brought out a few different fabrics to choose from. They ranged in color from light gray to black, with one addition of lilac silk that Reid immediately rejected. Rossi quietly ordered him two dress shirts in that color when Reid wasn’t looking. Eventually, they settled on a light gray crêpe silk and a dark – almost but not quite – black wool. Rossi casually ordered matching ties and a handful of dress shirts before dragging a horror-stricken Reid out of there. He laughed off the younger man’s objections, repeating that Reid’s current suit was so far below par that he couldn’t even stand to look at it. He gently pulled Reid across the way to a larger, more commercial store. A place where the young Doctor would hopefully feel a bit more comfortable. That hope was soon squashed as a young man greeted them and Reid positively yelped. 

Rossi took a deep breath. He asked the clerk to please give them some space and quickly but carefully picked out an appropriate outfit. “Here,” he gently handed the clothes to Reid, who seemed still petrified near the doorway. “Try these on, please. If they fit, we’ll get them and then we’ll go get a snack or something to calm down, alright?” 

Reid nodded mutely, taking the clothes and following Rossi’s lead toward the changing rooms. As Reid tried on the clothes, Rossi picked up a few more sweaters and a pair of pants, handing them to Reid the moment the younger man attempted to exit the changing room. 

“But Rossi,” Reid protested weakly, “they fit. It’s fine. I really don’t need you to–” 

Rossi just smiled and cut off further protests by gently pushing Reid back into the changing room and closing the door. He waved over the clerk, noting the amused smile that played around the man’s lips. “How many colors does this come in?” Rossi asked him quietly while holding up the sweater Reid had just tried on. It was of a similar cut as the one he’d been wearing this morning. The one he ripped and later splashed grease on. The clerk took the shirt for a moment, examining it and scanning the tag.

“This one comes in five colors, Sir,” he said equally low. “Though I do not believe the beige will look good on your son. It would not compliment his complexion.” 

Rossi ignored the incorrect assumption and asked the man to please put two of each of the other colors behind the counter, excluding this one as it was to be worn out. The man nodded silently and handed him back the sweater before disappearing. 

Moments later Reid emerged from the dressing room, holding two separate piles of clothes. “This one itches,” he said as he held up a beautiful jacket that Rossi would’ve loved to see him wear. Still, he nodded and gently untangled the hanger from the rest of the pile, hanging the jacket on the rod next to him. 

“What’s wrong with the other ones?” He asked, hoping that at least the maroon vest would somehow be salvageable. 

“Well,” Reid did his best to untangle the mess without dropping anything. “This one feels awkward,” Rossi immediately hung the grey vest on the rod next to him. 

“This one just… doesn’t fit, somehow. It pulls in all the wrong places.” Without a word, Rossi took the sweater and hung it beside him. 

“This one,” Reid held up the maroon vest that Rossi was secretly excited for, “I’m pretty sure is a size too small. I really do like it though.” 

Next to Rossi, a pale hand extended toward the hanger. “Could I see that for a moment, please?” The clerk’s scanner beeped as he checked the tag. “I will get you one size up. Just a moment, please.” Rossi smiled as he watched the man go, relieved that his favorite item would get another chance. 

They went through the few remaining pieces, and Rossi felt like he was finally starting to get a handle on the kid’s style. Not what he had been wearing so far, but what he actually liked. And this store just wasn’t it. After Reid tried the maroon vest in a different size – and, at Rossi’s request showed him what it looked like on him – Rossi paid for the few items they had found that would work for Reid. Two pairs of pants, a few sweaters in different colors, and the red vest that Reid wore over his newly acquired sweater. It went well with the dark shirt and pants, but for some reason, Reid couldn’t stop picking at his new clothes as they made their way to the food court. 

“Are they uncomfortable?” Rossi inquired, his tone casual as he searched out a good mid-morning snack. 

“Not really, I just… I mean, I saw the price tag, Rossi!” Reid whisper-shouted at him. “They’re really expensive!” 

Rossi chuckled. “They’re not, really. They’re quality. Quality lasts, but you pay the price upfront.” He decided on the small booth that sold crêpes and ushered Reid towards it. “Let’s get a nice crêpe, forget about price tags, and find you a few more pants after. You need at least five or six pairs. Better to have more, so you don’t have to do laundry all the time.” 

Reid swallowed thickly. “Rossi,” he whispered as the older man studied the options on the board, “you really don’t have to spend all this money on me. I swear I can afford to buy my own clothes.” 

Rossi ignored him for a moment, ordering his mascarpone-and-strawberries crêpe before gesturing to Reid to order his own. Reid hesitated for only a moment before ordering a nutella-and-banana crêpe. Rossi completed the order with two milkshakes before stepping off to the side to wait for their food. Only then did he look Reid in the eyes. “You know,” he said slowly, “that man at the last store, he thought you were my son.” 

Reid froze, his everlasting list of muttered objections finally running dry. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean to –”

“I liked it,” Rossi cut him off. “When I die, the only legacy I have is my books. And maybe the bastards I put away.” He thought about his words for a few seconds. “I’d like to also be remembered for who I am; I’d have liked to have a family. But the job always came first, and it never happened.” He swallowed down a mouthful of bile, pushing the memory of a tiny, lifeless body back to the deep recesses of his mind. “You may not be my son, but… some days it feels like it’s pretty damn close. It’s semantics, you know. And I know you don’t really have much in the way of a father. Now, I realize that I can’t just decide to take that spot, and heaven knows I wouldn’t want to. But, sometimes, I’d like it if you’d just let me take care of you a little. Even if that means shutting up and letting me pay for your damned clothes.” He offered Reid an unstable smile before stepping forward and accepting his order from the crêpe booth. 

Reid silently followed him to a table, sat down without a word, and took a sip of his milkshake in utter silence. “Rossi,” he finally said, his voice gravely and thick with emotion. “You’re right, I don’t have a dad. And I don’t want you in his place because every memory I have of him is tainted by the fact that he left us. You’re not like him. So, I don’t want you to take his place, you’re better than that.” He picked up his crêpe and took a small, appreciative bite. 

Rossi secretly wiped away a tear before picking up his own food. “Thank you, Spencer,” he said softly. 

Reid just nodded, his eyes uncomfortably looking around for something to change the subject to. Rossi noticed it and smiled. “How about after this, we go upstairs? There are a couple of stores there that might have pants you like. And if not, at least we can narrow down what it is you want.” 

Another nod drifted his way, followed by a small, hesitant smile. “I’d like that.”

Heart Of A Father

Chapter One: Of Stains And Tears

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“Oh no…” Reid muttered under his breath as he gently untangled his sweater from a tree branch. Rossi was already a few paces ahead but turned around when he heard the younger man’s dejected tone. He watched as Reid carefully pulled his sweater free and uttered the same words in an even more crestfallen tone when he realized that the sweater was irreparably damaged. 

“Oh come on, kid,” he said a little uncomfortably when Reid continued to silently pout as they went their way, “it’s just a sweater.” 

“Yeah…” Reid said despondently. “I really liked it though.” 

“I noticed.” Rossi almost chuckled. “I’ve seen you wear that same sweater at least five times last week alone.” 

Reid stumbled over a tree root as he stared at him. “You noticed?” 

“Of course I noticed!” Rossi pulled a large pine branch out of the way for both of them, allowing Reid to pass before he continued, “You realize who you’re talking to, right? I may not wear pretty dresses like JJ does, or match my nail polish to my accessories the way Garcia does, but when it comes to men’s fashion –,” he puffed up his chest just barely, “well, that’s kind of my thing.” When he caught Spencer’s surprised look he muttered, “Sorta…”

“I mean…” Reid hesitated slightly, “you always look well put together, but… I dunno, I just didn’t think you’d pay attention to what I’m wearing.”  

Rossi shrugged a little uncomfortably. “About a year or so ago I noticed that I had basically memorized your entire wardrobe – and you never seem to get anything new. So I started to pay a little more attention. And lo and behold, your wardrobe has been shrinking at an alarming rate and yet, nothing new gets added, ever.” 

Reid looked down at his worn Converse. “I just don’t really know how, you know?” His voice was so quiet that Rossi could barely hear him. “All the clothes I have are from the last time my mom took me shopping, but it’s been a long time since then, and…” He shook his head a little and sped up. “It’s fine, Rossi. I’m fine.” 

“Sure you are,” Rossi said soothingly. He looked around at the tall trees surrounding them and the crime scene tape up ahead and decided to let the subject rest. For now. 

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The morning sun greeted them when they got off the jet. It was early morning on a Saturday, somewhere in May. Rossi had somewhat lost track of the date during the hectic case they’d just closed. He took a few large strides to catch up to Reid. “Come on kid, I’ll give you a ride.” 

Reid thanked him and placed his bag next to Rossi’s in the trunk. Rossi frowned lightly. Was it his imagination or had Reid’s bag been getting lighter and lighter lately? He remembered the conversation they’d had, oh, probably two or three weeks ago now, when Reid tore his favorite sweater. On Rossi’s insistence, he’d thrown the thing out later that day, but here he was, wearing it again. Rossi let out a quiet sigh. He closed the trunk and walked up to the driver’s seat. Reid was already seated, a relieved look on his face. 

“I’m happy we got to save at least those six,” he said softly. 

“And all the ones he won’t be taking because he’s rotting away in prison,” Rossi answered him. “Hey, do you wanna grab some coffee? Actually, I’m thinking breakfast is in order… What do you say?” 

Reid gave him a small smile. “Sure. I could eat.” 

Rossi huffed a laugh. “You can always eat. I’ve seen you decimate an entire pizza all by yourself.” He started the car and steered it toward the road, patting his own belly for a moment. “I have no idea where you stow it all without gaining any weight…” 

“My mom used to say I start by filling up my toes.” 

He chuckled. “I can believe that.” 

The rest of the trip was filled with some idle chit-chat and a lot of amicable silence. Rossi drove them to his favorite mall, which happened to be across from a nice little twenty-four-hour cafe. It was so early that most other places probably weren’t open yet, and at least here he knew he could get a decent egg Benedict and a good cup of coffee. He ushered Reid inside with some urgency, so he could get his breakfast a little sooner. 

Reid just smiled a sad little smile and hurried inside. They decided on a booth in the far corner, away from the harsh fluorescent lights. Rossi pulled a face when he realized he’d forgotten about those damned bright lights, but at least they found a spot where they could have their breakfast in peace. After ordering their coffee and food, they resumed their comfortable silence. Reid was clearly in a less than sparkly mood, something Rossi himself was also guilty of. But while Rossi was fairly certain his mood would be infinitely improved with some decent food, Reid’s disposition seemed to be coming from within. Every few minutes, he’d carefully pull at his sweater, examining the tear with ever-increasing desperation in his eyes. Rossi was just about to say something – though he still didn’t really know what – when the waitress arrived with their food. Suddenly, nothing was quite so important as that devouring that beautiful egg and all the sides. 

About halfway through his meal, Rossi felt the relief of satiety settling in and he finally glanced up at the young man sitting across from him. Reid must’ve noticed Rossi’s eyes on him, because he immediately looked up. He gave Rossi his best impression of a smile before poking his fork into a sausage and – cursing in at least three different languages. Rossi was both amused and intrigued – until he realized what had the younger man so upset. The sizzling hot sausage had ruptured along the fork’s tines, spilling grease on the plate and squirting it on Reid’s lap. 

“Are you alright?” Rossi jumped up, his cloth napkin in hand. “Are you hurt?” 

Reid scowled. “No. I’m not hurt,” he said through grated teeth. 

Rossi had now rounded the table and realized what had the younger man so upset; his sand-colored pants were most likely ruined, as was the vest he wore over his already ruined sweater. He looked up to find Spencer biting back tears. 

“It’s alright,” Rossi said soothingly, placing one hand on Reid’s shoulder. “I know a dry cleaner that has a way with – well, whatever they use. I’m sure they can get it out.” 

“It’s not that,” Spencer whispered despondently. “This is…” he sighed and looked away. “This was my last pair of pants.” 

Rossi pursed his lips and sat back down. “Finish your breakfast.” When Reid opened his mouth to say something – probably to protest, Rossi assumed – he repeated himself. “Finish your breakfast. After that, the mall should be open. I’m getting you a new wardrobe whether you want it or not.”

[wellthebardsdead]

Gateway {Genji X Fem Gamer Reader}

So I had a bunch of requests to do Genji but I also had a heap of other requests for other characters so I’m turning this into a series of sorts. I might only do 3 but I’ll see how I feel 😊 Decided to start with everyone’s fave green boi! Not my best work but I had fun writing it, it’s nice just to write something silly! Enjoy~ Bambi

“Oh my god! Squeez3me76 thank you for all the subs!!” You chime glancing at the twitch chat on your second screen with a fake smile plastered on your face. You were on your final round for the night and you were so keen to get some rest.

Your whole body ached from being slumped in your chair all day, your stomach churned from eating a ready meal that didn’t agree with you, and you’d be lucky to doze off with all the energy drinks you’d had today.

This was your life. The life of a professional overwatch gamer. And it was one you absolutely hated...

You never used to hate it. In fact you used to love gaming and streaming. You’d do it as a means to unwind after a stressful shift at work, you’d play with friends, you’d have fun, youd genuinely enjoy playing in competitive, and you’d earn some pocket money from the few subs you’d get.

It was fun, you loved interacting with the fandom, and after months of scrimping and saving you attended your very first BlizzCon. But you wanted to make sure it was extra memorable...

You’d taken on extra shifts at the shitty supermarket you worked at, and with every penny saved you put together the perfect cosplay. The LEDs were fully functional, the armour a sleek polished resin, and the visor with fully functional air locks and a voice modifier. And the sword, your most prized prop. Blunt, but an exact replica.

Day one of the convention arrived, and all heads turned as a real life double of Genji Shimada walked through the doors. Your feminine body was well hidden beneath the armour, your breasts were squashed to hell but you were so proud of the work you’d done and you revelled in getting the attention from photographers left right and centre.

You’d initially intended just to go and enjoy yourself, but people kept asking for your page... you pointed them to your twitch account. And by the time the convention was over your cosplay was all over the internet and your once small following had grown exponentially.

You had pooled hundreds of hours into Genji, you were extremely skilled and practically undefeated in every match. It wasn’t long before your followers began pushing you to attend the overwatch official league... Initially you hesitated. The first match fell on a work day... and you’d used up your days off... if you went you’d be fired...

A brilliant idea clicked in your mind. You challenged your followers that if you reached 10,000 subs within an hour you’d go... Not only go but go and play in your full Genji cosplay... then at least you’d have enough money to survive until you got a new job... You exceeded your goal within just half an hour.

The next thing you knew you were seated across from fierce competition... Round 1, victory... your very first sponsors began to pour in. The next match, victory... then the next, and then the next.

Each round you rose up the ranks swiftly, cutting through your enemies like the ninja you were dressed as. As you progressed your competitors went from shunning you as lesser than them, to outright begging you to stop or even attempting to bribe you... No, you kept going.

Then came the final battle.. your breath caught in your throat as Genji unleashed his ultimate... your brain momentarily broke as the Victory screen flashed before your eyes. The crowd erupted with cheers and your competitor shook your hand for a battle well fought.

It felt like a dream, Like you could wake up at any second. It only felt real when they handed you the cheque and a contract to be an official promotional cosplayer along side your gaming career. You were so glad the visor was waterproof because you began to blubber out tears of joy and gratitude.

You’d gone from an almost empty bank account to thousands over night. It seemed like such a good thing at first. You quit your day job, bought a nice apartment, new gaming gear, supplies for your next cosplay. Things were going great, but then the emails flooded in and piled up, your Twitter and other social media was overrun with notifications. You were struggling to sift through it all, offers and deals found themselves buried under fan mail, and you had to do all that plus work on cosplay and fit in 3 streams... you needed help..

It was an ungodly hour of the morning, at least for you, when your phone rang. A number you hadn’t seen in years on the screen... your mother.

You were her youngest. You had two older brothers... She adored and spoiled them but neglected you. She blamed you for your father leaving her when you were born, she outright said to your face that you were an accident. And when you were only 14 she threw you out of the house... You were homeless for a month before the school found out and got you a job and a foster home.

The moment you could afford to pack up and move across state you gladly did just that...

You looked at the number, and immediately your brain was screaming not to answer... but another part... that little girl deep within your heart wanting her mother overloaded your reason and you answered...

At first it seemed genuine, apologetic even. She was a manipulative woman, and lying came naturally to her... She said she was medicated now and back then she had hardly any control over herself... Part of you knew she was lying but you didn’t care... you wanted her in your life... you wanted your mama... you wanted to have a good relationship with her... you agreed to meet up...

And now here you were... she was your manager. And she was working you to death and milking you dry...

She had a strict control over your schedule, access to your accounts including your bank, and she gladly took whatever she wanted from you whenever she wanted. She’d gotten your older brothers in on her scheme too... she’d bought herself a house with your details, a car for herself and one each for your brothers with your details too, and you let her... you let her because it meant she wanted to be around you... she was killing you and you were allowing it to happen...

You had 5 streams a day now. From 6am to 2am, every day. 2 for cosplay crafting, and 3 for gaming... The only ‘time off’ you received was for photoshoots or conventions...

Your apartment was a mess, you wanted to hire a cleaner but your mother wouldn’t allow it, she said you were being lazy... You wanted to eat better but you hardly had time to online shop never mind go to the grocery store or cook. So you lived on microwave meals and caffeinated drinks... at this stage you were held together with rubber bands, hope, and migraine medication...

The pains had started a month into this torture, it was your body’s last warning... you were sinking.. and fast...

...

Your eyes practically glazed over as you stared at the screen, the racket of the match and the twitch stream filling your ears only occasionally interrupted by the shrill screech of a toxic player on voice chat...

‘Teleporter online.. I have opened the path...’

You were so used to hearing that line you assumed it was in the game... but there was no Symmetra on either team... you caught movement in your peripheral vision... the subs were pouring in so fast it was causing lag on the twitch screen, “What the heck?...” you mumble looking at the text as it poured in.

“What the hell is that?!” One wrote, “I think I’m regretting smoking that spliff...” another typed, “is this edited?! Is it even live Rn??” Another asked, “Y/N!! LOOK BEHIND YOU!!!” Another wrote repeatedly...

You took off your headphones and turned your gaze behind you to see a giant portal on your wall... your mouth hung agape... it looked almost exactly like the vishkar Teleporters from the game... you were so entranced you didn’t see the figure getting flung right towards you until it was too late...

A sleek armoured cyborg you recognised all too well tumbled through the gateway after being thrown by none other than doomfist... you couldn’t get out of the way in time. The hilt of the ninjas sword struck the side of your head knocking you out cold as he slammed into your desk wincing in pain, “I’ll need h healing after that...” he groaned. Genji...

He pushed himself up and grabbed his blade before charging at the portal, it closed and he slammed right into the wall, but not before he saw his older brother reaching right for him to save him...”ANIJA!!!” Genji screamed punching the wall so hard his fist went through it...

After a moment he composed himself... the sounds behind him caught his attention.. the twitch emotes going ham... the game displaying the POTG showing off your performance as genjis very own virtual counterpart... he looked down and saw you on the floor... head bleeding heavily...

He walked forward and pulled the plug to the powerboard, the stream went dead... all anyone saw was the masked ninja staring right at them before static filled their screens. once he was sure it was private he immediately scooped you up and carried you from your gaming studio to your bedroom. He lay you down and pulled the med kit from his bag.

For such a small wound your head was pissing blood... he assumed the cafinated drinks were to blame, especially given your rapid heartbeat... as he wiped the blood away he took your makeup with it... his breath caught in his throat seeing the heavy bags under your eyes and the paled greyness to your skin... you weren’t well. Not at all... Even still, despite your sickly appearance, you were very cute...

After patching you up he stood and turned around to go find some water for when you’d wake... He nearly jumped out of his skin barely holding in a scream as he bumped into... himself... well.... your cosplay of him, you’d kept it proudly displayed on a manikin. After realising it wasn’t real or just an oddly placed mirror he looked it over and was thoroughly impressed.

It wasn’t hard for him to figure it out with everything he’d seen. wherever he was, he was a video game character here... and he was popular enough that you could stream his gameplay for a living and cosplay him...

...

Genji found himself cleaning your apartment. He was exhausted, and definitely injured to some extent. But he couldn’t sleep... He was worried, about his brother, his friends, and now you... He couldn’t leave you unsupervised after essentially clubbing you over the head...

So, he cleaned. He initially was just going to explore your apartment but everywhere he went he found mess. The garbage was crammed with empty soda cans and empty takeaway containers. The laundry was stacked in baskets and he couldn’t discern clean from dirty. It was clear you weren’t looking after yourself...

His worries were confirmed when he checked the pantry to find nothing more than a half empty bag of rice and 2 minute noodles. And in the fridge he found half eaten takeaways. Energy drinks, and in the freezer, nothing but ready meals..

No human being could survive on this, not for very long at least...

The sun was just beginning to rise as he finished cleaning. The kitchen was spotless, the bathroom sparkling, laundry all washed and folded. He’d just returned from taking the garbage out when he heard you stir...

He rushed into your room just in time to hold open a bag for you to vomit into... yep... you had a concussion alright...

In your delirium you thought for a moment he was one of your older brothers... he must have seen the stream ended early last night and now you were in trouble, “p-please! Don’t tell mo-” you tried to plead before spewing up another bout of bile...

Genji felt worry bubble up in his chest... -don’t tell mom?.. what the hell is going on here?!- he thought. He was beginning to have a hunch that you weren’t exactly living like this willingly...

He gently ran his fingers through your hair keeping it out of the way for you, he was careful not to get it stuck in the joints of his cybernetics. The gentle touch was so foreign to you, but something you craved desperately... you leaned into his hand and whimpered as you emptied the last of your stomach contents into the bag...

Once you were done he tied it off and threw it into the trash. As he reached for a bottle of water your voice caught his attention. “Am... I dead?...” you ask softly. He looked back at you confused, the green light of his visor making you cover your eyes in pain. He swiftly turned all his LEDs off, “no... you’re very much alive.” He cooed as he began to untie the ribbon at the back of his head.

“Yes I am...” you mumble. “I’m talking to you Genji...” you whimper. “Oh? And how does that mean your dead?” He says as he tied the fabric around your eyes protecting them from the light. “Because you’re my main...” you whine. “Main?” He chuckled. “Yeah... you’re my main character Genji... you’re a video game character dummy...” you say as he fluffed up your pillow for you.

“Am i now?...” he smiled as he held a bottle of water to your lips, you gladly sipped at it until it was almost empty. “Yeah...” you said after gulping down your last mouthful.

This was a lot to take in, but it confirmed his suspicions, he was a video game character in this world after all. “Since you know me, what’s your name then?” He asks as he tucked you in. “Y/N.... you should know... you’re just my.. imagination...” you whisper as you began to nod off...

“Then you have a very vivid imagination.” He smiled, “go back to sleep Y/N... I’ll be right here.” He whispered as he held your hand. You hummed softly as you drifted off again.

Genji got comfy on the floor by your bed, after adjusting himself a little he took in a deep breath and exhaled as he began to meditate...

...

A few hours had passed of blissful silence, it was peaceful... he had so many questions boggling away in his mind as he thought of how to explain what had happened to you, he wasn’t even entirely sure himself.

An ear piercing shriek if a ringtone broke the quiet and startled him to attention, and woke you up. You initially panicked being unable to see before you realised your eyes were covered. You pulled the ribbon off and looked around frantically for your phone, not even registering that there were two genjis in your room. Your cosplay, and well... Genji himself.

You fumbled reaching for your beside table, as you answered you accidentally hit speaker phone... “y/n?!” Your mothets shrill voice echoed through the speaker. Before you could reply she cut you off, “ugh finally! You know I don’t like waiting for you to answer me! Listen this is about last nights stream.” She said before you could hear her muffled voice giving commands to someone in the background. “Yeah I I can expla-” you try to say but she cut you off again, “It was great!! Who was that cosplayer? What editing program did you use for that?? It was brilliant! We have sponsors ringing off the hook! I’m already- hold on a sec.” her voice was now only partially muffled, “I SAID MOVE IT OVER THERE!!” She screamed.

You winced and covered your ears as the noise hurt your already sore head... “What was I saying? Oh yeah! No streams today! I want you down at the action set in 3 hours! Bring your mercy cosplay, And that cosplayer too! I’ll pay him extra for his time! Bye bye!” She hung up before you could answer...

“Cosplayer?...” you mumble... “I think she’s referring to me?...” Genji suddenly spoke. You looked up from your phone as his LEDs turned back on... there was a moment of silence, you remembered last night but... no... that couldn’t have been real... and yet... here he was... “AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!” You scream and stagger out of your bed.

You ran to your Genji cosplay and un clipped the sword drawing it and pointing it right at him. “I I I’m warning you! S stay back!!” You whimper. The room began to spin as the head rush hit you... you dropped the prop and fell only to land safely in the real genjis arms...

“Easy... easy...” he cooed as he gently lifted you up. Your face flushed red as he lay you back into the pillows, safe and sound. “I was worried you’d react like that... do you remember what happened?” He says tilting his head.

You look at him puzzled, he looked like his video game counterpart but his armour looked... real, battleworn... you saw where the white finish had been scraped away to reveal solid metal. You could see the tubes tremble occasionally even when he held still. This wasn’t possible and yet. He was right here. “I was streaming and... there was a portal...” you mumble.

He nodded. “And doomfist sent me flying right through I-... ah... do you know who that even is?” He asks softly. You nod, “hes the leader of talon yeah?... I know him... I know your older brother too... I know mccree, Reinhardt, reape-” he raised his hand cutting you off, “I get it... so... Overwatch is just a video game here then...” he sighed.

You nod, “yeah... sorry if this all seems hard for me to believe bu-” he cut you off again and held out his hand to you, “this should prove I’m real.” As he said that a green light seeped out from under his armour. It twisted and spiraled forming into a long slender, but palm sized green dragon. “Say hi soba.” He says in a chipper tone.

The dragon looked at you, and you gawked at her in shock. She poked out her tongue and greeted you with a blep. Genji couldn’t help but laugh, “see? Now do you believe me?” He says as the dragon jumped from his hand and onto your face making you gasp. She climbed up onto your hair and began to shuffle about in it like a bird nesting.

“Stop that you.” Genji says picking her up making her growl, though at this size it sounded closer to a squeak.

You couldn’t believe it... this was him, this really was him. He was real! “I... I don’t know what to say...” you mumble. He chuckled. “well, I do... I’m sorry for hitting you on my way in... And... is there anywhere around here we can get some real food?...” he says softly, “your body will need something more than 2 minute noodles.”

Your stomach growled... you looked at the time on your phone... “I... I don’t think I’ll have tim-” Genji suddenly plucked your phone from your hand and put it on the bedside table. “Yes you do.” He says sternly. “But... mom wants me at the photography studio in 3 hours and I have to get ready before going th-” he lifted you up suddenly. “You’re not going. You’re going to get dressed and we’re going to get something to eat and then get propper food for your fridge.” He wasn’t taking no for an answer. He was smart. He added up that your mother was the one responsible for this...

He stood you up and pulled out some clothes from your drawers handing them to you, “go have a shower and get ready.” He says softly, “I’ll reapply a patch over the cut when your done.” You couldn’t tell with is visor on but he was smiling.

It suddenly clicked, “g Genji you can’t go outside!!” You blurt out. He tilted his head confused, “what? Why not?” He says softly.

“L look at yourself! Omnics don’t even exist here! And we can’t go into a store with your face covered up! People will think you’re going to rob the... the...” you froze watching him reach up to his faceplate. He clicked the sides and the pressure locks released. He removed it along with his head guard revealing soft green hair. Your breath caught in your throat as you saw his face... the scars weren’t anywhere near as bad as what you’d imagined... “pretty...” you mumble out loud making him blush.

“Th-thank you.” He stuttered out now very shy... “have you... got anything baggy I can wear?... a hoodie maybe?...” he asks softly. You were so entranced by his eyes it took you a moment to register the question. “Oh y yeah I think I have something!!” You stammer out before running to your closet...

After fumbling about for a moment you returned with a simple white hoodie, it was oversized on you but it fit him perfectly. You rummaged around your drawers and pulled out a pair of black sweats that were more than loose enough. He slid them on over his cybernetics without trouble, “Do you need shoes??” You ask looking at his feet. He genuinely laughed. “I can take my legs off at the knees. I’ll be fine, trust me.” He smiled. “This is more than enough... do I look... kind of normal?” He asks softly.

You nodded. Most people would just see the wounds and synthetic skin and assume he’d been in a car crash or fire. “You look great Genji.” You smile. He nods watching as Soba snaked her way out of his sleeve and into his pocket. “Heh, comfy?” He asks. He heard her blow a pleased raspberry in response.

You giggled, she was very cute. Just like... her master... you jumped a little in surprise as Genji patted your hair, “shower, go... I’ll be waiting in the living room.” He smiled. He had a beautiful smile... you did as you were told and hurried off...

After about 30 minutes you stepped out. Dressed casually, a little makeup to cover the bags under your eyes, and your hair in a messy bun. Genji immediately stood and smiled, “you look good... let me see your wound.” He whispers.

He wasn’t a very tall man but he was taller than you, he gently pulled you close and peeled back the patch... he sighed, “it’s already healing but... it’ll take a while, I’m sorry for hitting you I swear it was an accident..” even with the robotic rasp to his voice he sounded so upset over hurting you... “it’s alright Genji I don’t m- o ow!” You hiss as he applied a balm to it before placing a new dressing down. “There, That should do you for the day.” He smiled.

Up this close you could smell him... he smelt like macha tea, cherry blossoms, and a faint hint of hemp oil oddly, it must be for his cybernetics you wondered. You were cut off from your thoughts feeling your stomach growl.

Genji chuckled and gently slid his hand around your waist, “let’s get you some real food hm?” He smiled. He thought he’d lost his playboy charm years ago, but he was as smooth as ever. “Y-yeah.” You blush. Your mother would be furious you blew her off... but... Right now? All you wanted was to be close to Genji. You two exited your apartment, leaving your phone behind...

As soon as you got outside he suddenly lifted you up onto his back, “you’re not well Y/N... I’ll carry you.” He smiled. Yet.., you could see a faint grimace... was he hurt?...

You nod, your face bright red as you hugged him tightly, “are you sure?..” you mumble into his back. He smiled and nodded, “mhm~ doesn’t bother me!” He chimed. “O-okay.” You stammer out.

The ninja started to move but not at the pace you were expecting. You thought he’d walk but the next thing you knew you were literally flying over rooftops. He moved so abruptly you couldn’t even scream to tell him to stop. He landed in an alleyway by a cafe, unseen, safe. With you looking like a stunned mullet on his back. “This place looks good.” He smiled peering around the corner before setting you down.

As soon as he did you found your voice and you adorably started hitting his chest, “y you idiot! You scared the hell outta me! You can’t be doing that! It’s not normal here!” You squeal. He couldn’t help but smile, you were so cute... he gently took your hands making you freeze. “Mada Mada... Stop that... you’ll hurt yourself,” he cooed.

Your face went red and you looked down embarrassed. He chuckled and did something even he wasn’t expecting. He leaned forward and kissed your forehead being mindful of the patch. -did I just... oh god I just kissed her!!!- he thought as his brain caught up with his body.

You looked up at him, he was as red as you were now, with his hair he looked like a tomato. “Um...” he mumbled. “Umm...” you reply... “l let’s go eat.” He says hooking his hand back around your waist. You nodded and let him lead you inside...

...

Breakfast was lovely, you ate so much you felt like you’d burst. You weren’t expecting Genji to be so confident without his visor on... he explained he used to be traumatised about the very idea of going outside without it but now he realises it’s literally fine. People stare all the time at anything, there are always going to be rude assholes, but he can hide away and be miserable or enjoy life.

He talked about Zenyatta, how he helped him come to terms with his new body. He spoke so fondly of Hanzo too and that he was on very good terms with him again. You found it heartbreaking hearing about how Hanzo had essentially been groomed into a murderer through years of abuse. It made you feel bad for hating him as a character now, especially given that Genji himself was so proud of how far his older brother had progressed into a more peaceful life.

You hung on his every word. He spoke about everyone in overwatch, his days in blackwatch, how things here seem so similar but so different to his world. But then he tried asking about you... about your life... about your mother...

He earned only half answers or nothing at all for his questions... it concerned him a lot... He’d seen the same behaviour in his older brother during their youth, he’d ask him about bruises, he’d lie or just not respond at all, Genji didn’t push him further and he regrets it immensely for not helping him then... this was just like that. Only the wounds were emotional, and mental... He wasn’t going to stand back and let this happen...

After you two were done with your food you made your way to the supermarket. Genji intended to keep you as far away from your home and by extension your phone as possible for as long as possible...

You immediately made a b-line for the frozen food section. You were about to open the freezer to the ready meals when Genji picked you up and carried you to the other side of the store where the fresh produce was. Despite your protests he wouldn’t let you go back that way. So you filled your basket with fresh food as he asked.

He wouldn’t even let you grab an energy drink, instead he grabbed you a water. “I don’t want water I wan-” you froze as he pressed his lips to your forehead again. “Stop it.” He scolded. Your face went bright red, you were too stunned to argue...

By the time you two reached the checkouts your legs were already wobbling and even with your makeup you were looking pale again. After bagging your items Genji picked them up and lifted you onto his back, you were a lot worse than he thought you were... “I’ll make lunch when we get back, and you should have a nap.” He says as he carried you home. “But... what about mo-” he looked back at you. The expression on his face practically screamed that it wasn’t up for debate... you nod and rest your head against his neck. “Okay...”

He decided to take it slow on the way back, it wasn’t long before he could hear you snoring softly. You’d dozed off, -kawaii...- he thought looking back at you fondly. It had become pretty clear by now that he had a thing for you, and judging by how you behaved when he gave your forehead a peck, you did too.

As he arrived back to your apartment complex he spotted a car that wasn’t there before. A very fancy one at that... he walked up the flights of stares and as he approached your floor he could hear voices... two men... “Y/N OPEN UP!!!” One roared. “She’s probably asleep again, yes mom she’s not answering her phone or the door! No I don’t have a key!” The other said, clearly talking on the phone...

Genji peered around the corner... They were a lot taller than him but he’d taken down far bigger targets... he shifted you around so he was holding you in his arms in case they’d try to grab you. You only groaned not stirring from your sleep. He kissed your hair and reached into your pocket finding your key.

After adjusting the groceries he stepped into the hall and approached them, “can I help you gentlemen?...” he says softly.

The two glared at him, you had the same nose as them... your brothers Brayden and Harold... they were fall, fat, and clearly didn’t have any of your good looks... “Who the heck are y- Y/N!!” Brayden shouted stepping forward.

Genji jumped back a distance not humanly possible. He ended up at the other end of the hall again. “I’m her boyfriend! Who the hell are you?! Why are you here!?” He growled..

You whimpered and opened your eyes, but Genji gently tucked your head into the crook of his neck. “Genji?...” you whisper with a soft meek voice, “shhh Y/N... it’s okay.” He whispered.

Your brothers both went pale... you having a boyfriend meant bad news for them... they’d lose control over you... “y y/n doesn’t have a boyfriend! We would know!” Harold stammered out. “Oh yeah?...” Genji smirked before gently turning your head and kissing your lips.

Your eyes went wide... he tasted like sweet tea and the muffin he’d had for breakfast.. you melted into the kiss and gladly let his tongue explore your mouth... when he pulled away you were too relaxed to say anything. He looked back at your brothers with venom in his eyes, “y/n and I were getting ready to go to your mothers stupid photoshoot, she hit her head so I took her to the hospital... not that you’d care right? You’d make her work through it all even if it killed her wouldn’t you!!” He roared.

The two larger men tried to argue but only sputtered out gibberish. He could hear your mother on the other end of the phone screaming to know what was going on... “Get lost. Before I call the police...” Genji snarled...

Your brothers took off past you two and bolted down the stairs... Genji looked at you with a soft and gentle smile, “now then Y/N. You’re going to take away your mothers access to your accounts, tell me everything she’s done to you, then you’ll have a nap, and I’m going to make us lunch. Sound good?” He asks.

That little part of you craving your mothers affection died the moment genjis lips had found yours... he genuinely cared about you... he stood up to your thuggish older brothers without a hint of fear... you nod and nuzzle into him. “Y-yes Genji... thank you.” You mumble. He smiled and nuzzled your hair, “shhh, it’s okay.” He cooed before opening the door.

...

It wasn’t hard removing your mother from your accounts, not physically at least. The emotional baggage though made it difficult... but all it took was Genji wrapping his arms around you and comforting you and it was done... you even cancelled payments on her house and your brothers cars.

A few phone calls to the realtors tied up the loose ends. They were horrified to hear of your situation and gladly cancelled everything for you... After changing all your accounts and email passwords you’d done it... her hold on you was severed...

You weren’t expecting to get so emotional but as soon as you blocked her number... you started to cry. Genji hugged you closely cooing to you softly in English and Japanese as you sobbed into the hoodie... “I just w wanted my mama!” You cried, “I didn’t m mean for it to get this bad, I just wanted my mommy.”

Genji held you closer and nuzzled your hair as you poured everything out to him, the unfair schedule, the mental abuse, the manipulation, everything... he wanted to find your mother and give him a piece of his mind... luckily, he wouldn’t have to wait long...

After calming you down and cleaning off your makeup again he lay you down for a much needed nap. As he went about making lunch he blinked hearing a knock at the door, a very loud knock that even sounded obnoxious.

He walked to the door and peered through the peephole... Your brothers were back, and they’d brought your mother with them... He smirked...

As soon as the door was open your mother and brothers took a step forward... then immediately staggered back against the adjacent wall... Genji stood there, arms folded, and his dragon soba, now so gigantic her snarling mouth took up nearly the whole hallway... “Can I help you?” Genji grinned.

Your mother stepped forward, apart from her nose it seemed you must get all your beauty from your fathers side of the family “Y-Yes um....” she paused looking at soba as she snarled... “I’ve come to speak with Y/N about this whole little misunderstanding. Go fetch her for me will you.” She says taking another step forward.

Soba growled and moved forward making her stay back. “Misunderstanding? Is that what you call it? You work your daughter nearly to death, you take all her money and spend it on yourself and your sons, you call her a mistake, blame her for your marriage failing, you use her as little more than a cash cow and you call her standing up for herself a ‘misunderstanding?” he growled.

“How dare you speak to me like th-” a heavenly voice sounded cutting her off. “SILENCE!!!” Soba roared... “this is your only warning...” Genji said moving forward, “leave... before I make you...” he says glaring at them as the lights in his she’s turned blood red...

The three of them stood trembling... all it took was for soba to move forward a little too quickly and they scurried off like the cockroaches they really were...

He looked back up at his dragon as she shrunk back to a tiny green noodle. He smiled and nuzzled her making her blep. “Good job soba...” he praised. “Genji?...” your soft voice sounded from the hall...

The cyborg looked over to see you standing there in your pjs, looking so adorably sleepy. You were a vision.., “They’re gone now Y/N... are you hungry?” He smiled. You nodded and shuffled into the kitchen as he walked to you. He slid his hand around your waist and pulled you in for another kiss...

“I don’t know how long I’ll be here... or if I’ll ever get to go back home... but if I do... will you come with me?... this world isn’t worthy of you.” He whispered as his eyes flicked back from red to brown. “I...” you thought for a moment... Live here, behind a screen... or live in the world you’d so fondly watched through a screen with the cyborg you’d become so smitten with in your arms... you nodded. “Y-yes please Genji... id like that.” You smile.

He pressed his lips to yours and held you close... “it’s going to be okay now Y/N...” he smiled.

...

It came time to get ready for bed. It wasn’t hard figuring out the sleeping situation, you wanted to share your bed with him. And he gladly accepted the offer.

He stood by your bed as you updated your Twitter with the new streaming hours. He was preparing for a shower, you tried not to look but... damn he had a nice ass.

You watched as he released pressure locks on different parts of his body removing cybernetics pieces at a time. The grey cover you’d always assumed was his actual body turned out just to be a skin tight suit the armour attached to. He slid it down revealing his real flesh and some synthetics beneath it.

His tattoo... despite being cut up in places or covered in others, it was beautiful... it spread from his right shoulder all the way down to his left thigh. But what really caught your attention was a large bruise on his lower rib, “y-you’re hurt!” You say standing up.

He jumped a little feeling your soft hand press against his exposed skin, “y/n...” he gasped... it had been so long since anyone other then himself or Angela had touched his human parts... he didn’t realise he was so deprived of contact. He hugged you already plenty of times but his cybernetics could only feel so much...

You blinked, he was trembling... This felt strange to him, and he was honestly a little frightened, of both being handled and of your judgment... you smiled and gently inspected the bruise, relieved to feel it was just that and nothing was broken. He whimpered at being prodded but it was to be expected, it was a painful looking mark.

You looked at the rest of his back before hugging him from behind, “beautiful...” you whisper as you kissed a long healed scar near his shoulder... just over where his heart would be. “Thank you...” he replied softly. He turned revealing his chest and exposed torso... “Will you... bathe with me?..”

Your face went bright red at the question. He quickly corrected himself, “I I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself I just! I’m very sore and I can’t reach parts of my back and I’m i oh god I’ve overstepped I’m sorry!!” He says flustered.

You giggled, he was so cute... “I I’d love to help you bathe. Will you.., help me?..” you blush. He nodded pulling you closer for another kiss. “I’d be more than happy to help.” He smiled pressing his forehead to yours.

...

Two weeks had passed since Genji had arrived. He’d changed your schedule to 2 stream days a week, and even then each stream only lasted a few hours. It was all you’d need to do. The rest of your time he ensured was spent relaxing and recovering. It’d be a while until you were better, something as simple as walking was sadly enough to make you dizzy, so Genji made sure he was never far away from you.

You ended up buying Genji some more clothes for him to wear over his cybernetics, all of them baggy and snuggly. It made his cuddles extra comfy.

Genji was growing rather fond of domestic life, he’d even join you on your streams. Everyone merely thought he was a great cosplayer and nothing else.

It was during a stream day when the first portal opened... it was small, but big enough for one individual to slip through. You’d gotten up to go grab a snack from the kitchen when it opened up near the fridge and as it did, a number of purple and blue pixels seemed to float through and form into a figure you recognised all too much.. Sombra...

“Yeah this is definitely the location we lost the ninja at.” She said holding her hand up to her ear, a communication device? “Yep I can hear you loud and clear, I’ll start searching for hi-... Hola...” she froze seeing you. You both stared at each other in silence until Genji called out from the hallway, “Y/N?... Baby are you okay?” He rushed out worried you’d fainted again.

“Olivia?..” he blinked seeing Sombra. She immediately piped up and tapped the com. “Yo! Mccree! 76 you there?? I found him!” She chimed.

“H-hold on a minute aren’t you with talon?! Why are you helping them?!” You ask confused. She looked at you just as puzzled, wondering how you’d even know that. “I’m a double agent, I work for overwatch and feed them info from the inside.” She says raising her hand making a screen appear, “right we have established communication, at least we know you’re alive now.” She chimed. “It’ll take another few days to get a Teleporter large enough set up to get you back throu-” Genji suddenly cut her off, “Us... Y/N is coming with me.” He smiled hugging you from behind.

She blinked and looked at you both before a grin formed on her face. “Ohhhh!!!!” She was practically beaming. “Your brother is gonna flip! Okay I’ll get it organised! Leave it to me!” She says as the small portal opened again. “I’ll see you both in a few days!” She says as her body pixilated and disappeared back through the gateway...

You looked up at Genji puzzled and he just smiled planting a kiss on your nose. “I managed to win us the game... how does pizza sound for lunch?” He chimed.

...

A few days went by. You’d spent it packing your belongings... you’d sold off all of your gaming equipment including your apartment and appliances, as well as your cosplays... All you had left was your clothes and a few other small belongings.

Sombra had transferred all your funds into a bank account with your name on it. You’d closed down all your social media including your twitch... As far as the world was concerned you’d dropped off the face of the planet, and little did they know, you really were about to... You were all set to go...

You and Genji were in the process of taping up a box of clothing when the knock came at the door, you assumed it was the realestate agent come to collect the keys. You were confused, you told them you’d just leave them in the door as you left... they were early too...

As you opened the door you froze seeing your mother and brothers standing there, “this ends how Y/N! You’re coming with us!” She shrieked as Brayden grabbed hold of you trying to pull you out the door, “N no let go of me!!!” You screamed. “Our lives are in ruin because of you and you’re going to make things right again you ungrateful little bitc-” A loud blast cut your mother off...

“Teleporter online... I have opened the path...”

You look back to see the portal open again this time in the living room, a woman stepped through, you recognised her immediately just from her outfit... Symmetra. “I’m looking for a miss Y/N-.... what on earth is going on here?” She asks seeing the look of distress on your face.

Two more figures stepped through as Genji barreled down the hall having heard you scream, Jesse Mccree, and genjis own older brother Hanzo Shimada... “what in the Sam hell have we just walked in on?” Mccree says looking at your older brother who still had a hold of you...

“A murder...” Genji growled drawing his sword...

Immediately your brothers tried to pick you up. Mccree drew peacekeeper and shot at the doorway barely missing them... “I suggest you let that young lady go before I let my friend and his brother deal with you...” he says lowly.

As soon as their grip on you released you ran into Genjis arms sobbing... your mother growled at Genji like a feral cat, “everything was perfect until you turned up! You put ideas in my daughters head! You turned her against m-” An arrow whizzed past her head shooting your brother Harold in the shoulder.

You look to see Hanzo already knocking another one into his bow. “That. Was your only warning.” He said coldly... you could see his tattoo beginning to glow...

Your mother bolted off with her tail between her legs, abandoning your brothers to follow after her...

Genji watched them scurry off before sighing as he held you tight. “Shh it’s okay now Y/N...” he cooed patting your hair.

Hanzo stepped forward placing his hand on genjis shoulder. “Take her through, Jesse and I will grab her belongings. Satya, how long do we have?” He asks looking back at her as she picked at her nails. “I can keep it open for 10 more minutes. You’ll have to hurry.” She says softly.

The archer nodded looking back at his brother. “I I only have a couple boxes, it won’t take long..” you mumble softly. Hanzo nodded, “very well, we’ll be with you shortly. Get her through and take her to Angela immediately. She doesn’t look well.” Despite his naturally harsh sounding voice, you could hear nothing but care and concern underlining his tone. Genji was right... he was a good person.

Genji nodded smiling at his older brother, “thank you Anija.” He says as he shifted you onto his back. You held on tightly as he carried you to the portal. Jesse nodded at you as you passed, “Don’t worry, yer in good hands now Darlin.” He winked before walking off after Hanzo to grab your things.

“Ready?...” Genji asked looking back at you... you nodded and smiled, “ready.” You say with a shaky voice.

He stepped through the gateway literally leaving your old life behind you. Well... not entirely... Overwatch was your life then...

And now?

It’s your whole world...

[razor-dragon]

The Hunt

Note: This might be a bit confusing, so I’ll explain it. Basically, they have a way to switch realities from the normal one to a minecraft one. This is how they do manhunts. I hope that makes sense.

Warnings: safe vore, death mention, panic, implied death/digestion (none happen, well sorta it’s kinda hard to explain. you’ll just have to read it), unwilling prey, a bit of DNF, swearing, and I think that’s all. Tell me if I need to add more.

The manhunt started out normal. Dream had started early, and the hunters went after him until he outsmarted them and got away. Right now, they were just gathering resources. Sapnap was getting wood, Bad was getting iron, and George was getting food while hunting for Dream. They had programmed the blocky reality to have more items, before entering. They had things like new potions, animals, and items. Just some simple stuff that would make the hunt more interesting.

George had followed his compass into a cave, it was dark, and he only had one torch. Luckily, they installed optifine, so he could at least see something. He walked deeper into the cave, until he saw a light. He crept up expecting it to be Dream with a torch, but when he came around the corner, it was just a lava pool. George found a couple diamonds there, so he decided to go ahead and get them, maybe he could kill Dream right away with a diamond sword.

As he was mining, he heard the sound of fall damage, then hissing. George turned around quickly and came face to face with a creeper. He quickly blocked the blast with his shield. When the smoke cleared, he looked around for any other mobs. When he deemed it all clear, he went back to mining. Though, that decision would be his downfall.

George mined the last diamond right as he heard glass shatter behind him. A potion. A dizzying feeling came over him, and he had to shut his eyes to keep it from getting worse. His body felt like it was being compressed. He couldn’t breathe properly. When the feeling faded, he opened his eyes. The sight of a giant Dream standing in front of him made him scream out in fear, and he almost backed into the lava.

“What do we have here?” Dream asked, a smirk obvious in his tone. “Ok, haha Dream. What are you gunna do? Squash me? There’s not much else you can do with me at this size,” George growled, annoyance didn’t even begin to describe his feelings at the moment. With a quick movement, Dream grabbed George in a tight fist and brought the tiny to his face, making George yelp.

With his free hand, Dream moved his mask to the side, revealing dark green eyes and blonde hair. The masked man smirked and said, “Actually, I’ve been mining down here for a while, and I forgot to bring any food with me. So, my hunger bar is pretty low.” This made George’s heart race, and even more so when he was moved to dangle over Dream’s mouth.

“Dream, let me go!” George screamed out. A glint of mischief danced in Dream’s eyes, “As you wish,” and he let George fall right into his open maw. George started to scramble about and hit at Dream’s teeth when he heard the click that he knew trapped him inside, trying to get the man to open his mouth. “Shit shit shit shit shit,” George cursed under his breath as Dream started to lick at him. He tried calling out to get Dream to stop, but his calls met deaf ears and he only got a low rumbling purr in response.

George groaned as he was pinned under the tongue as it continued to lick at him. His weapons had already been rendered useless, as they didn’t do anything at their small size. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, George felt gravity shift. He scrambled for purchase on anything he could get a hold of, but everything was too slick, and he slipped into the throat with a loud gulp.

George was crushed on every side by the soft muscles. He didn’t hate it necessarily, but he also didn’t want to be in this situation, especially not in a manhunt. George slipped under the collar bone and past the loud heart and lungs. Eventually, George was pushed into a more open space, the stomach.

George sighed in defeat and leaned against the plush walls. “You’re an asshole, you know that?” George said, obviously upset. Dream, who was out of the cave and on the move away from spawn and the other hunters, just chuckled, “I’m glad that creeper came when it did. Otherwise, you would have seen me coming.” George rolled eyes, even though Dream couldn’t see it. When the slight sound of sizzling met George’s ears, he knew that was his ticket out. So, George crawled towards the middle of the stomach and reached his hand out. His hand made contact with the acid insta-killing him, and his vision went darker than before.

The sickening feeling of respawning came over him as he found himself back at spawn. He was lying on the grass, with the sun shining in his eyes. He sat up and grabbed his communicator out of his pocket. The screen turned on and a new message was on the screen, “Georgenotfound was killed by Intentional Game Design.” Over the speaker, he hears Sapnap yell “George, what happened?!” with Bad’s voice following, “Are you ok?” George sat for a minute then replied, “Don’t worry about it, and yea Bad, I’m fine.” George then opened his private messages with Dream, “I hate you sometimes.” Dream instantly relied, “;) You know you don’t mean that. You love me more than anything.” George flushed a bit, “Shut it.”

George put his communicator in his pocket and headed to meet the others. George wouldn’t forget this, and he certainly wouldn’t let Dream get away with it without a taste of his own medicine.

[chimchimsauce]

Fairest

Is beauty a blessing or a curse? All of her life, princess YN was told that her beauty was the greatest gift her late mother ever gave her. But when her looks attract a man cruel and bloodthirsty, YN begins to think that her greatest asset is the beginning of her demise.

“Checkmate.”

YN cannot help the grin that spreads across her face as she utters the word, watching as her older brother groans with disdain.

“You always win!” he complains, acting very much like a child.

“That’s because you always get too caught up in the current move, dear brother. The future decisions are the most important ones.”

YN’s older brother, first in line to the throne of their small country Ameris, huffs and crosses his arms over his chest.

“Chess is like war. You get too focused on winning battles that cause you to lose the war. I certainly hope that won’t be the case for our kingdom . . .”

YN is only jesting. Her elder brother is an excellent leader and will make a wonderful king. He’s just really impatient with games. 

“I’m sure I can beat you next round!” her brother says playfully.

They both know it’s unlikely, but YN clears the board and begins to set up another game. As she’s placing the last pawn, a knock comes at the door. One of her handmaidens opens it, revealing one of their father’s special guards. 

YN’s breath catches ever so slightly before she schools her expression back into one of unbothered royalty. It’s always so hard to ignore her secret lover when other people are around, but she knows she must. A relationship between her and her father’s most trusted guard would cause a scandal that would undoubtedly get Wonho’s position revoked. He’s worked his entire life to get good enough for a spot on the King’s royal guard and there’s no way YN would do anything to sabotage that.

“His majesty has requested your presence,” Wonho says, not even looking YN in the eyes.

He’s much better at keeping his emotions in check.

YN’s brother stands, tapping his finger on the chessboard.

“Lucky thing I’m being summoned, or else I would have absolutely destroyed you in this game.”

YN laughs, maybe a little more politely than she would if Wonho wasn’t standing at the door.

“I’m sure of it,” she says, “Feel free to come back anytime to play again.”

YN’s brother nods and leaves her quarters, following after Wonho. Being the heir to the throne means that YN rarely gets to see her brother. He’ll be gone for weeks, sometimes months at a time as he tours the neighboring countries to learn everything he possibly can, as well as maintain a positive relationship with their allies. Ameris may be a small country, but it is located in the perfect spot for transcontinental trade and filled to the brim with valuable resources. One could dig in a mine for just a few moments and emerge with a diamond the size of a robin’s egg.

Thankfully, Ameris has not had any problems with its neighboring countries in hundreds of years. The last war was ended by YN’s great great great grandfather and peace has blanketed the region since then.

Well, for the most part. In the last several years, the Eastern kingdom of Moonbyss has been steadily expanding and taking over small, unclaimed villages. They have not breached any borders or broken any treaties, however, so there is no cause to worry quite yet.

YN sighs as her thoughts shift back to Wonho. Their secret love affair has been going on since they were teenagers. At first, Wonho was just an attractive boy who was willing to indulge her wanton fantasies, but soon enough an affection bloomed between them. It’s so hard to pretend not to be in love with him, especially when he grows more handsome by the day.

“Thinking about him, my lady?” YN’s lady in waiting, Irene, asks her.

Irene is YN’s closest confidant and friend. She knows almost everything about the princess. Ever since she arrived in the castle from abroad two years ago, they have been inseparable. 

“Of course,” YN says, standing and walking over to the window that overlooks her private gardens. 

She opens the glass door and steps outside, her skin warmed by the sunshine. It’s an absolutely beautiful day, cloudless and blue. Birds chirp sweetly and the scent of flowers wafts on the breeze. The princess stops at the fountain in the middle of the garden, sitting on the bench and looking into the bubbling water. YN often made wishes in this fountain when she was younger, tossing in coins that reflected the sunlight back at her. More recently, though, she’s only wished for one thing - to be with Wonho. Her father, although he loves her, would never allow a union between them. Her older brother, however, has promised to allow YN to marry whoever she desires once he takes the throne on his thirtieth birthday.

He does not know that someone already has her affections, but no matter. YN is not worried about being married off. While her brother is the only prince in the kingdom, the king was blessed with twelve daughters and YN is the youngest. Every available man of power in the kingdom and the surrounding countries have already been wedded. 

YN has Irene bring her a book to read and she settles in, getting comfortable in her garden. The hours pass by quickly as she is sucked into the tale, but soon enough a shadow blocks her reading light. 

The princess looks up and is shocked to see Wonho standing in front of her. Alarm flares up inside of her. The two of them have agreed to never be seen together in daylight.

“Won-”

“Your Majesty,” Wonho says stiffly, “The King requests an audience. I have been asked to escort you to the throne room.”

YN hesitates a moment. She can tell that something is wrong by the strain in his voice. Something must really be bothering him for the guard to allow it to leak into his words. She wants to ask him what’s wrong, but she never knows who is watching so she simply stands, handing her book off to Irene who stands beside her.

“Very well,” YN says, trailing after him and back into the castle.

He walks three paces in front of her, leaving her to stare at his back. So much about him has changed in the last few years. He’s gained an immense amount of muscle, something that YN has really grown to appreciate during their midnight endeavors. It’s a shame that everything is covered up by his uniform, but she must admit he looks dashing in it.

As they walk, YN notices that Wonho isn’t the only one acting strangely. The various maids and butlers who usually flit around and chatter pleasantly amongst themselves are dead silent, walking with perfectly straight backs and zipped mouths. The princess notices a few pitying looks tossed her way and something cold settles in her stomach.

What’s going on?

Wonho knocks on the throne room’s closed doors. They are ever so carefully opened a few moments later and Wonho leads YN into the grand room.

Her father sits on the throne, a smaller one empty next to him. It always makes YN sad to see her father by himself. The Queen passed away only a year ago and was her father’s closest friend. The late Queen was kind to everyone, even YN’s mother - a poor girl her father discovered in one of his hunting trips. Apparently, YN’s father was so taken with her mother that he simply had to add her to his harem and rarely visited any of his other concubines afterward. But it didn’t last long - YN’s mother died shortly after her birth. Everyone says that she left YN her ethereal beauty, a fact that led YN to being hidden away in the castle for the majority of her life.

“You’re the most valuable diamond in all of Ameris,” her father told her once, “It’s important that few people know of your existence.”

It had saddened YN when she was younger that she could not attend the lavish parties and balls like her elder sisters and brother, but she came not to mind once Wonho came into her life. It mattered not if other people thought she was beautiful - as long as Wonho desired her, that was more than enough.

Standing to her father’s side is YN’s brother. The jolly air that had surrounded him mere hours ago is gone completely now. He looks furious, an expression YN has rarely seen on his face. He’s looking at a man who stands before the throne, a crown placed perfectly on his head.

Visiting nobility? 

The man turns as the click of YN’s heels sounds out against the marble flooring. YN’s step falters as a large, nearly terrifying grin spreads across his face. He is incredibly handsome, but the smile on his face does nothing but creepy the princess out.

“There she is,” he says, quickly extending his hand towards her.

YN, uncertain, looks at her father who gives her a stiff nod. Hesitantly, YN places her hand in the stranger’s grasp, making sure to school her expression as he places a cold kiss that lingers too long against her gloved hand. The princess has never been more glad to be wearing gloves.

“And who do I have the pleasure of meeting?” YN asks, careful to watch her throne. 

“King Seokjin Moonbyss, your highness. I must say, the rumors of your beauty do you no justice. You’re much more radiant in person.”

YN’s blood freezes in her veins. This cannot mean anything good.

“Thank you,” YN says, a slight tremble in her voice.

The man has still not released her hand.

“YN,” her father says, giving her an excuse to look away from this man - no, this monster - beside her, “King Seokjin has asked for your hand.”

YN barely squashes the shout of protest that so desperately wants to escape her throat. There’s no way this can be happening! No way! Her eldest brother is just three years shy of taking the throne, three years more of having to tiptoe around with Wonho. No way she can get married, especially to someone from so far away.

“Excuse me,” Wonho says, speaking up from his place behind YN, “I thought King Seokjin was already married.”

Relief flows through YN. If Seokjin is already married, then surely this is an error.

“She failed to provide me with a male heir, so I had her disposed of,” King Seokjin says simply, glaring at Wonho, “Do not question me again.”

There is not a trace of remorse in his voice at all, nothing but anger.

YN begins to tremble.

“Father -” she begins.

“King Seokjin has made us an offer I cannot refuse,” he says, cutting her off, “And besides, YN, you’ll be able to be Queen. You never would have had that opportunity here.”

YN’s father would normally never make this sort of decision, especially not for the daughter he tried so hard to keep hidden.

“Of course, sweet YN,” King Seokjin says, “You are free to reject my offer if you so desire. I would, however, be forced to declare war on Ameris. After all, this country is the most resource rich of all the lands. It’s a shame. It would have been so much nicer to make a positive connection with this beautiful country. I wonder how much of its splendor will be left once my troops march through it.”

The threat is crystal clear. YN has to marry this King or her country will suffer for it. YN glances at her father and brother, seeing the fear that’s in their eyes. Ameris is much too small to fight Moonbyss and win, especially since the eastern country has been gaining a lot of territory very rapidly. YN swallows. In a matter of hours, her perfect daydream has been shattered.

“I would be honored to marry you, King Seokjin,” YN says, trying her hardest not to cry.

She can release her tears once she’s in the safety of her own chambers. She cannot show any weakness in front of this man.

“Beautiful and smart,” King Seokjin says, “It will be my honor to have you as my bride. After all, the most handsome man in all the world deserves the most beautiful bride of them all.”

YN never really thought much of her beauty. She’s always heard it was a blessing, the only one her mother ever left her, but right now it feels like a curse. 

“I pray that you’ll join me for dinner this evening, my betrothed,” King Seokjin says.

“I would love to,” YN says even though the thought of having to spend even a single moment more in this man’s presence makes her want to hurl.

“You best retire to your quarters, my love. Your father and I have much to discuss before this evening. I’ll send someone for you when I’m ready.”

The dismissal is clear. YN turns swiftly and leaves the room, Wonho following closely behind her. She walks much too fast to be considered ladylike, but she does not give a damn, wanting to be as far away from the throne room as possible. 

“YN, wait!” Wonho calls out to her.

He grasps her wrist, uncaring of who will see, and pulls her to his chest. As soon as the warmth of him touches her, YN loses all composure, breaking down and sobbing into his pristine uniform.

“Wonho,” she cries out, grasping him as close as she can, her fingers creasing the silk he wears, “I don’t want to be Queen! I want to marry you!”

YN feels something wet fall against her head. Based on the way his shoulders shake, Wonho is also crying. She hasn’t seen him shed a tear since one of his best friends was murdered on a mission.

“What are we going to do?” YN asks into his chest, her voice muffled, “I don’t think I can bear being apart from you, especially with someone as cruel as the King!”

“We’ll figure something out, YN, I promise,” Wonho says, pulling away just enough to give YN a salty kiss.

“At least once more,” YN says once their lips part, “I must have you at least once more.”

“Your wish is my command, princess,” Wonho says, pulling her along to her chambers.

The two fall into the sheets, both knowing that this is the last time despite desperately wanting to spend eternity together.

On the other side of the castle, Irene makes her way through the hallways, stopping at a grand door and knocking three times. No one answers, so she swings it open, prepared to wait for as long as it takes. 

Maybe half an hour later, King Seokjin opens the door, looking quite pleased with himself. He doesn’t greet Irene, instead instantly walking over to her and pinning her against the wall, his lips meeting hers passionately. Irene barely has any time to catch her breath, but she doesn’t mind at all, too enamored with this man she knows is only using her.

When he was only a prince, Seokjin was infamous for being a womanizer. All too often, he lured servants and noble girls alike into his chambers, whispering promises and pressing kisses against their skin only to leave them abandoned like trash when he grew bored of them. Irene was one of those servant girls, but Seokjin has kept her around for longer than most. A part of Irene is convinced it’s because she’s special to him, but she knows it’s really not true.

Seokjin has been obsessed with YN, the secret twelfth princess of Ameris for five years now. Ever since he spotted her while visiting Ameris with his late father, he wanted her - needed her. After all, she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, trying as he might to find another. His late wife was incredibly beautiful as well, but she didn’t compare to YN. No one else was worthy of her but him. It was YN that drove him to murder his own father and take the throne before he was supposed to. After all, Seokjin has never been a patient man.

Seokjin pulls away from Irene, looking unbothered as ever.

“No good,” he says, “Simply imagining that you’re YN does nothing. I’m tired of waiting.”

His words sting Irene’s heart. She tries not to be bitter, but jealousy is a powerful emotion, one that overshadows the genuine affection she feels for princess YN.

“Well,” the King asks her, “Who is it? The one YN claims to be in love with.”

The King rolls his eyes, gripping his fists tightly. How dare YN love another when he’s already claimed her.

“It’s Wonho,” Irene says, pushing down her feelings, “the guard that accompanied her today.”

“A guard huh? How dare he think he deserves someone as beautiful as YN!” he says, furious.

Seokjin is terrifying when he’s angry. Irene tenses, preparing for the worst. Instead of gripping her hair and tossing her to the floor like he usually does, Seokjin grabs a decorative vase and tosses it against the ground, watching as it shatters into a million pieces.

“You didn’t strike me,” Irene says, shocked.

“I have been practicing,” the King says, “After all, it would be a shame to make a single mark on YN’s perfect body.”

Much too soon, Irene is knocking on YN’s private chamber door.

“Your majesty,” she calls out softly, “Your betrothed has requested your presence.”

YN rolls over to Wonho, tears in her eyes. He blinks them away, wanting to remember this moment clearly.

“One moment,” YN calls out, listening as Irene walks away.

“Run away with me,” YN pleads, her voice desperate.

“You know we can’t,” Wonho says, his eyes sad.

“Yes we can!” YN insists, “You know this country better than anyone. We can get up right now and flee and -”

“YN,” Wonho says, “What about the country? You know we’ll be forced to go to war if you disappear.”

YN sniffles.

“I don’t think I can live without you,” YN confessed, “And if I can, I don’t want to find out.”

Wonho is silent for a moment before he sits up, an idea in his mind.

“What? What is it?” YN asks him.

“What if you didn’t?”

“What?”

“What if you didn’t have to live without me? I’ve heard rumors amongst the staff of a poison you can take that will put you in a deep slumber for a fortnight. If some was mixed into your dinner tonight, it can seem that you’ve been poisoned and passed away. Then when you awake, you and I can disappear together.”

YN brightens. Even though being unconscious for a fortnight doesn’t sound pleasant, anything will be better than having to marry KIng Seokjin. Besides, she trusts Wonho with her life.

“Okay,” YN says, agreeing right away.

“Are you sure, YN?” Wonho asks her, “You will end up getting rather sick for a few days before the slumber.”

YN nods eagerly.

“Yes, anything,” she says.

“Very well.”

Wonho hops out of bed, pulling on his clothes as quickly as he possibly can.

“I’ll get everything ready. YN, go to dinner with the king, alright? I won’t be able to see you after this so as not to arouse suspicion. I love you, princess.”

He leans down to kiss her.

“I love you more,” YN says, watching as Wonho slips out of a glass door and into the gardens.

Unbeknownst to the lovers, King Seokjin is outside the door, his ear pressed against it to hear everything. He had come to escort his beloved like a sweet fiance would, only to hear his to be wife scheming to get away from him.

He’s never been so angry, but he suppressed it, not wanting to let YN know that he’s been here. He grabs Irene by the arm roughly and leads her out into the hallway, bending over to whisper in her ear.

“Make sure to add enough of the poison to YN’s food to keep her under for longer than a fortnight. Put as much of it in as you can without bringing her to the brink of death.”

“Are you sure your -”

Irene’s question is cut off when he backhands her, one of his elegant rings drawing blood.

“Do NOT question me!” he says, “Do as I order!”

Irene rushes off to do as the King says, tears brimming in her eyes. She’s never regretted being Seokjin’s spy until now, too blinded by love. She should have warned YN, should have helped her disappear with Wonho - someone Irene knows truly loves the princess. King Seokjin is just obsessed with her beauty and determined to own her like she’s some sort of object to be bought and sold.

Peeking around the corner, Irene sees Wonho pouring a liquid into the soup bowl meant for the princess. When he leaves and when the coast is clear, Irene snatches the vial from the counter and empties the rest of it into other dishes reserved for the princess before refilling the vial with water and placing it back where Wonho left it.

“YN, I’m so sorry,” she whispers to herself before fleeing into the night, never to be heard from again.

At dinner, YN pretends not to notice the odd taste in her food. It’s obviously been tampered with, but YN doesn’t let it show at all, eating properly and conversing with King Seokjin as much as she can bear. YN misses the look of glee in his eye as he drinks from his goblet, still believing that everything is going to plan.

YN starts feeling ill once the final course comes around. She quickly asks to be excused and King Seokjin offers to walk her back to her room. YN accepts, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to make it on her own with the  way the room begins to spin.

For the next three days and nights, YN is in and out of consciousness, the world swirling around her in a nauseating mix of bright colors and fuzzy shapes. When she closes her eyes at midnight of the third day, her thoughts are on Wonho and the fact that the next time she opens them, she’ll be free to be with him.

But YN does not wake up. Not for a fortnight, not ever. Seokjin, furious, intends to find Irene and hang her for murdering his beloved before realizing that she’s nowhere to be found. It’s easy enough to frame Wonho for her murder and a matter of hours after YN dies, Wonho follows her from the gallows.

At his request, YN is preserved and dressed in a wonderful white wedding gown, still looking very much alive. He marries her anyway and has her crowned, determined to have her even in death. She’s too beautiful to be buried underground, so he commissions a glass coffin to display her in, putting her corpse in his bedroom where no one else can see her. King Seokjin finds that he does not mind YN being dead. She’s much less bothersome in passing, much easier to fall to his will.

King Seokjin stands before her, placing his hand flat against the cool glass of her coffin. Even in death, YN is the fairest of them all.

[unsat-and-strange]

at some point i heard the idea (folklore maybe?) that a human becomes a vampire through an exchange, both drinking the others blood, and the idea stuck so fuck it we ball here it is (beneath a cut cause 1600 words give or take)

All she wanted was a hot meal and a place to sleep away from the rain. It had been pouring since the last town she passed through, around midmorning, and she was soaked to the bone and absolutely freezing. The people she had talked to then said there was a hotel or something a few miles away and it would be the best place to stay until the next town. It had probably been close to ten miles since then, the sun was starting to go down behind the smooth blanket of gray, and lo and behold, no hotel in sight. She was out of her cells service range, no cars had passed her on the road, and she really REALLY didn't want to have to pitch her tent by the side of the road but it was starting to look like shed have to do so anyway. Until she saw light in the distance.

A pinprick of warm yellow light against a smudge that could be a house, black against the rapidly darkening sky. She flicked soaked curls out of her eyes and picked up the pace.

It was a house, a small one, light in a living room window and wilted flowers by the door. She ignored the whispers of social anxiety in favor of ringing the doorbell with chilled fingers. There was no sound of movement inside, no footsteps or anything, but the sliver of light beneath the door flickered as someone came close to answer the door.

It opened to show a...... person. They didn't appear to be particularly masculine or feminine, not notably old or young, no superlatives could really be applied. They were pale, that was one. Tall, too. Very dark eyes, dark hair twisted up into a messy bun, a sweater and baggy pants obscuring most about their body. She could almost call them pretty, the face at least. Good bone structure or something. They cocked their head to the side as they took in her undoubtedly pathetic wet cat appearance.

"I'm sorry," (why did she so often start conversations with an apology) "But i was told there was a hotel somewhere nearby, and do you maybe know where it might be?"

They gave a friendly smile. "Oh dear, whoever told you that must have assumed a different mode of transportation! Did you walk here?"

"Yes, i did, but then it started raining and my phone has no service and i really thought the hotel would be close and at this point its too late to try and go back to town and i don't want to have to put my tent up in this weather like its an all weather tent but that doesn't mean its comfortable and i-" She cut off her own rambling. "I'm sorry."

"Oh please, its fine, ill drive you there," The stranger said. "But first you must stay for dinner. I was just trying to decide if I was hungry."

She hesitated. A deep-ingrained fear of imposing rose up but was squashed down by just how warm it looked inside. They ushered her in with a smile as she stepped through the door. She toed off her soaked sneakers as they shut the door behind them. The click of the door shutting was loud in the quiet house.

It smelled dusty inside. There was a fire gently crackling in the fireplace and candles on the table, a mug of steaming tea set on a desk in the corner, but she wouldn't have known by the air. It just smelled stale. The living room was a bit cluttered, but there was a layer of dust like no one had moved anything in a bit. She hung up her coat on a hook beside a black jacket and her host breezed past to the small kitchen. She heard the clank of dishes being shifted in the cupboards.

"Do you want something to drink?" They asked from the next room as she looked around. "I want you to feel at home before I start dinner."

"No thank you," She murmured. She was debating asking if they could just drive her over now, dinner be damned. Something seemed off and she hadn't been raised to ignore these gut feelings. She was about to ask when they swept back into the entryway, urging her into the kitchen and to a chair. They quickly busied themself getting out pots and spoons and turning on the stove but they hadn't gotten out any food yet, not even put water in the pot to boil and she wasn't sure what they were planning to make, especially after a split second glimpse into the pantry as they shut the cracked door showed bare shelves. She wasn't sure what she had gotten into but it was getting too strange for comfort. It was time she left. She stood and they paused, looking over curiously.

"I appreciate your hospitality, but I need to go," She said, not bothering to try and think of an excuse.

"Oh but you said you'd stay for dinner?" They protested as she went to the entryway. They made no move to stop her. She grabbed her coat and bag and stooped to get her shoes when she noticed the door. She could have sworn it was somewhat normal, a knob and a deadbolt, but now there was another lock, a heavy coppery looking padlock securing the door. They hadn't locked that when she came in, she definitely would have noticed, but they hadn't been back to the front door. They were still gently smiling at her but they were not in the kitchen anymore. They were in the living room. When had they moved, she hadn't heard them move but she'd be lying if she said she wasn't genuinely unnerved now.

The world seemed frozen for a moment. Then she blinked and they were right in front of her, hands reaching for her, and she shoved them and ran towards the hall past the kitchen. It was a small house surely there was a back door or something. They were chuckling behind her as she raced down the hall. Hardwood was slick under still-wet socks and this hall hadn't looked this long when she first looked down it. She took a sharp turn hard, bouncing into the faded wallpaper, seeing just more of the same hall, not even any doors, and they were laughing now. She had nearly reached the next turn -good lord how big was this house it had looked tiny from outside- when they apparently tired of toying with her.

They were laughing behind her and when she turned the corner they were ahead of her, somehow taller than they used to be, hunched to avoid hitting the ceiling, spindly hands stretching out towards her. She nearly slipped trying to turn around in time and one hand had her right wrist and the other her left arm and those hands were so dry and cold and strong, iron grip pulling her back towards the rest of the house. She fought, clawed and kicked and shouted and finally bit. They paused at that, dropping her wrist to look closer at the blood smeared across their hand, a strangely satisfied smile crossing their barely human face. She yanked free of their grip and sprinted for the body of the house again, she could have sworn there was a window in the living room, and then she realized the blood. Her lips had cracked from the cold enough times for her to know what blood tasted like and this was wrong. This was bitter and sooty and sweet and burned the longer it sat coating her teeth and her tongue and the burning was spreading, down her throat, through her veins. She staggered to a stop and spat but it was too late it was in her blood now, the poison that sat in whatever lived in this awful isolated too big house. The pain grew and spread and between two choked out breaths she could no longer stand and two more and she could barely see the thing coming close and god she could feel every vein and artery and capillary searing into her flesh and her vision was going dark at the edges. She couldn't feel her legs against the cold floor or her hand still clutching her jacket past the pain.

She could feel them coming close though. Some part of her seemed attuned to them even with the burning molten glass pain inside. Or maybe that was what payed attention, the false blood they carried. She felt their cold hand rustle through her curls as it cupped her head. Their cold hand brush against her jaw as they tilted her head back. Their cold breath whisper an apology or a prayer against her skin before sinking too sharp too sharp too sharp teeth into her neck and drinking down her poisoned blood and the pain doubled tripled went up by tens and hundreds as the burning was now battling paralyzing cold which was quickly winning. The cold was even worse than the heat and she could feel her bones crack and shift where the two met. The last thing she could pick out aside from the pain before darkness closed over the freezing and the burning alike was cold arms picking her up and cradling her close to a cold body murmuring repentance and a song.

does anyone want a 1600 ish word ramble about vampires

[jarofstyles]

Wings 4

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Waking up dazed and confused in a bed she had no idea who it belonged to wasn’t on her list of things to do this week. The shower was running in the other room, and when she buried her head back in the pillow it immediately began to come back to her.

The smell was cool and pine. Like a forest. A hint of cinnamon. It was the demon. The one she had been thinking about all week long, the one that had her feeling utterly conflicted. It went against everything she was as an angel to be romanticizing the creature so much, thinking about him in sinful ways. But she couldn’t help it.

It had to be fate that they’d met again last night. The night came back to her in flashes, wincing as she buried her face back into the pillow with a quiet groan. She wouldn’t ever live down the embarrassment she was feeling right now. It was just confusing.

Why did he help her? It wasn’t in a demon’s nature to be helpful, least nothing to an angel. That was the curious bit. Why would he feel inclined to help her out… unless he was perhaps feeling similarly to her?

No.

That was ridiculous, her mind was romanticizing a man who she didn’t know, who was a gosh darn demon! Why, she hadn’t a clue. But she knew that it would be better to have a Swift and simple goodbye after she thanked him for his deed.

She laid face down in his bed with her mind running rampant until she realized the shower had shut off, and she could feel a presence in the room. It had her skin prickling, feeling the eyes on her as she slowly turned around.

The air was nearly stolen from her lungs when she saw the being standing at the end of the bed. Dripping wet hair, towel loosely and very much too low. Pale skin covered in dark black swirls of ink from his collar bones and disappearing down to his hips. Both arms had designs, though the left was much more covered. He was built in a beautiful way, with broad vest and shoulders that dipped into a narrower waist. Larger biceps.

And his face?

His face.

She hadn’t seen it in daylight before, and there were sheer black curtains blocking out the clear lights but it was bright enough that she could see that she hadn’t been making up his beauty from arousal or inebriation. He truly was stunning.

Sharp cheekbones and jaw, strong nose and slightly wild brows. He had a hoop going through his lip and his mouth was a whole other topic. A dark pink that reminded her of wilting peonies in the best way. She didn’t even realize she was staring until she met his dark green eyes.

There was something about them. They weren’t expressing any clear emotion, but she felt them strongly. She wanted to squirm, but she also wanted to melt back into the mattress and spread her lush thighs. Let him crawl up the bed and shower her in a taste of that mouth and do dirty things, dark things that utterly terrified and aroused her to think about.

“H-Hi.” She squeaked, sitting up in the bed.

Harry stared at the disheveled angel, torn on what to do. After having slept (kind of) next to her all night- which realistically meant staring as her nose scrunched like a bunny when she had her dream or she kicked out her leg or pouted, he was a bit unsure how to feel.

Especially because she didn’t have a nightmare.

A common side effect of a sleepover with a demon, sexual or not was an intense nightmare. Demons made people face their biggest fears. He knew angels did get them too, so the face she looked so peaceful and serene all night and walking in to see her looking genuinely rested was a bit spooky.

Her wide eyed gaze made him want to take off the towel and drag her over by her hair, use her throat to make himself cum again. The shower hadn’t been enough. She was beautiful, deliciously sweet smelling and he wanted a bite. But that wasn’t an option.

Whatever this thing was of them doing the awkward song and dance was going to end.

“Are you going to go?” He asked bluntly, looking bored even though he was anything but. He could tell the cold tone had hit her when her tiny smile had dropped along with her whole face, eyes dripping to the blanket as her shoulders dropped.

And fuck if it didn’t feel like he had been kicked in the stomach.

That was something that wasn’t supposed to happen. He wasn’t supposed to feel guilt when speaking or hurting the feelings of any angel. Even despite their charming ways, it wasn’t meant to bother him. So why did the sad look in her eye when she looked back up at him make him want to feed himself to the hellhounds?

“Y-yeah. I am. I just wanted to say thank you.” She said softly, standing up and slipping on the shoes Harry had gotten off of her. She had one of his tee shirts on top of her thin white dress, a dark black contrast to the angelic outfit she had been wearing.

“You didn’t have to help me. But I’m thankful you did.” She tried again, swallowing her pride… only to be shot down again.

“Yeah, well it won’t happen again. I shouldn’t have done that. If someone had seen me, my reputation would be squashed. No more coming to my club. Do you understand?” His tone biting and a bit like he was speaking to a naughty child.

Oh, he wanted to gouge his own eyes out when she hugged her arms around herself, physically seeing her confidence in front of him depleting.

Y/N didn’t get why it hurt. He was a demon and they always were mean. This Harry’s dismissed and rude words felt so much more personal though. So much more…. Biting. Aching. She felt like a kicked puppy and honestly? Looked like one.

When he heard the little sniffle again his stomach rolled like he was going to be sick, and his mouth dropped open to do something. Apologize maybe? He didn’t know. It was cut off with a nod and a fizz as she opened the door magically.

“Kay. I won’t bother you again, Harry.” She said quietly, heels clicking as she rushed out of the penthouse, dark hardwood he focus until she used her power to open the door again.

Then she was gone.

Why did they both feel empty??

[twistedmusings]

Arabesque and Plie

A/N: I don't know why, as I crying trying to write my paper, I thought of my old ballet classes. There is such an intimacy in dancing a pas de deux with someone, especially with lifts, and such a tenderness when you see them communicate with just their faces...so I immediately put a twst spin on it. Warnings: Malleus and Leona trying to one up each other but failing because they are too focused on moving with you as one.

Malleus Draconia and Leona Kingscholar meet outside the gates of Ramshackle, only one of them being called out to meet you...how would they react when you ask them for some help?

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“What the hell are you doing here?”

Malleus blinks as he looks at the dorm leader of Savannaclaw, the other glaring at him as they both met near the entrance of Ramshackle. Leona huffed and looked down at the package in Malleus’s hand.

“You brought a gift?”

“...I would think it is rather impolite to arrive at a dear friend’s house without a gift.”

Leona clicks his tongue as he pushes the gate open, forcing his way inside and refusing to look back at the dorm leader following him.

You really had gone and invited the lizard and not him? Where the hell did you get off? Here he was being decent enough to hand you the homework you had missed, after Vil forced him to do it, and you had gone and invited this cold blooded iguana to your place?

“Were you invited as well, Kingscholar?”

Wouldn’t he like to know.

“Mind your damn business, lizard, I’m just here on business.”

Malleus nods as he knocks on the door, both dorm leaders looking around as they heard music coming from...somewhere. Leona’s ears twitched as the door opened, the music getting somewhat louder as Grimm opened the door with an exhausted look and shaky paws.

“UGH! FINALLY.”

He floats over to Malleus as he points back at the entrance of Ramshackle.

“Please do something about them! My paws are hurting so much and I don’t think I can keep it up for much more!”

Blue eyes turn to Leona, Grimm tilting his head and looking at Leona up and down.

“...did you get los--”

“Just show me where the herbivore is.”

Leona spits out and makes his way into Ramshackle first, not looking back at the two as he looks around. He had never been in Ramshackle dorm but from what Jack told him it was simple and compact. His eyes had already spotted three great napping spots, which he would make use of the moment he handed you these damn papers, before he stepped into the foyer.

“Letting your pet open up the door for you now? Is the title of dorm leader getting to y--”

His teeth click as Leona shuts his mouth while his ears perked up at the growing intensity of the music in the room. Although, maybe that wasn’t the only reason they were up.

Eyes immediately went to your legs. .

The leg that was standing straight like an arrow seemed to not waver as the other extended itself out, one of your arms reaching outwards while you moved the other arm back so that your hand would press against your extended leg, the position imitating a sort of hunting bow as you held the position for as long as you could--

Leona jumped when you let out a breath, immediately dropping your position and spitting out a small ‘dammit’ into the air.

His surprise lasted only a moment as the mood was amazingly ruined by the two people he forgot were there, Malleus walking up behind him as Grimm took the snack filled box into the kitchen.

“Child of man.”

You turn around.

“Oh! Malleus! There you are! I need--”

Your eyes fall on the Savannaclaw dorm leader, tilting your head as he waits for his greeting.

“...do you need something from me, Leona-senpai?”

You little--

“Hah? Am I not allowed in your dorm? Only lizard boy over here can come over?”

“What? No! I’m just...surprised. You never really leave Savannaclaw that often, at least that is what Jack says.”

Leona tosses the papers on a nearby coffee table and lays himself out on your couch.

“He doesn’t know me as well as he thinks he does...tell him next time to mind his business.”

You roll your eyes before holding out your hand for Malleus to take, the other quickly taking it and following you to the middle of the room.

“Grim mentioned you performing some sort of physical task that left him exhausted.” He looks down at the way your hands fit together before smiling.

“Are you in need of magical assistance?”

“As much as I would like to take a raincheck on that, the only thing I need right is you, Tsunotarou.”

You jump as you hear Leona drop one of his shoes on the floor loudly, taking the other one off slowly and refusing to look your way.

“...me?”

The Diasmonia dorm leader squeezes your hand lightly as he feels an unlikely warmth in his chest at your words. He briefly wondered if he should speak about the sleepless night he had, his mind far too giddy about you inviting him over that he held himself back on the sun waiting to rise in favor of sleeping as much as he could so he could enjoy his day with you.

“Yes! I just need you to…”

You hum and put a finger to your chin, tapping it twice as you figured out the best way to explain what you wanted from him.

“You know, I think it would just be quicker to show you.”

You rush over to the phone Crowley had given you, tapping the screen as music started to play from the small speakers. Malleus remains rooted to his spot as you get on your tiptoes, the shoes you got from Sam yesterday greatly aiding you in keeping comfortable as you move your arms up and down while concentrating on the routine you had memorized over and over.

Lime green eyes widen as you extend yourself back, dropping down to touch the floor as your other leg goes up with your movements before reaching back as if being held by someone. He watches you hold the position for a few seconds before both of your feet drop gently as you move closer to him.

Your eyes open to reveal a sad look, both feet now on pointed toes as you reach out to him only to pull back gently and lean forward only a slight bit before moving back and going into a simple arabesque.

The music grew in intensity as two sets of eyes are on you now, watching you spin twice before you raised your arms along with the crescendo and your leg going up to try to match their height--

You hiss in pain as you drop the position immediately, Leona sitting up quickly as Malleus is at your side in an instant.

“Child of man--”

“Are you trying to stretch yourself out, herbivore?”

You sigh and stop the music, shaking one of your legs out to get rid of the cramps.

“Before coming here I used to do ballet in my free time. I thought that maybe they would have a ballet club on campus but Vargas said he has never heard of ballet before--so here I am trying to kill my boredom by dancing to one of my old routines and putting a new story to it.”

Both dorm leaders want to say something but find themselves rather lost.

Malleus recognizes this type of dance despite it being called a different name in the Valley of Thorns and Leona has only been around traditional Afterglow dances so what you just did impressed him more than he’d care to admit.

You pout.

“And I thought that I could maybe do a pas de deux by myself but--I’m not strong enough.”

Leona nods.

“So you needed someone to help you...is that it?”

“Exactly!” you grin and turn to look at Malleus,“You don’t mind right? It’s not like you have to do anything too complicated just...spin me when I tell you to and when the time comes for me to do that pose--”

You try to imitate it as best as possible.

“Just hold my leg up! All you need to do.”

Malleus had pretty much already made up his mind, nodding to your every word as you instruct him on where he should hold and for how long--

Only for him to frown as Leona grabs your wrist and pulls you away from him.

“If you needed someone to just hold you still, you could have used that raccoon over there.”

“THEY DID!”

Grim comes out of the kitchen with a plate full of snacks as he makes his way upstairs.

“My paws are shaking from trying to keep their entire leg up...I never asked for this type of exercise!”

You sigh.

“It wasn’t that bad, Grim!”

“YOU WEREN’T THE ONE ALMOST GETTING SQUASHED WHEN YOUR LEG CAME

DOWN!”

Grim goes upstairs.

“AND DON'T EXPECT TO GET ANY SNACKS.”

Leona tries to speak up but stops when Malleus puts a hand on your shoulder.

“You were only here to deliver some homework, correct?”

He tugs you back lightly.

“You should be getting back to your dorm, Kingscholar.”

The lion prince growls only to grab your wrist and pull you back.

“You don’t tell me what to do, Malleus. If I wanted to live here I would do so instantly.”

“Uh...no?”

They both turn to you, Malleus looking down with a kind smile as Leona glares at what you were going to say next.

“Shall we get started, child of man?”

“I can help you just as well as he can!”

“Sit down for now, Leona-senpai?”

Malleus can’t help the smile on his face as you lead him back to the center of the room. You had called for him after all, Kingscholar was just here because...well he didn’t know.

You start up the music again and begin the routine, Malleus smiling all the while you seem to glide effortlessly through movements that seemed far too complicated for him to put together. One moment you were crossing your legs and the other you were stretching out your leg while balancing yourself in one foot.

He readies his arm as you move on tip toes towards him, giving him a gentle smile before turning your back to him and going into an arabesque.

“Grab my waist Mal and...gently spin me around.”

The dorm leader does as he is told, meeting your eyes and chuckling when you make a face at him.

“You said there was a story to this, child of man?”

You start moving backward, one leg stretching out and remaining steady as his hand now moved to your lower back so he could support some of your weight.

“The original story is somewhat cliched...so I was thinking of making it a story about an adventurer who meets a lonely king. They don’t know they are a king because he purposefully keeps it from them--I’m going to learn forward, okay?”

His hands are on your waist as you glide down, touching the floor with your foot as your other foot goes straight up, coming back up elegantly as you explain the plot further.

“The adventurer and the king spend a lot of time together...yet the king feels like if he reveals his secret now the adventurer would run. So he keeps it hidden until an unfortunate incident--”

You hold out your hand for him as you stand on your tiptoes, Malleus taking it and giving it a gentle squeeze before watching you raise one of your legs up so that it is at the same height as his stomach.

“Yet when it is revealed he finds that the adventurer doesn’t care who he is. All they care about is the person who they care for the most...and that is the king.”

Were you trying to tease him? This story sounded far too familiar. If he were to pick a character to relate to it would certainly be the monarch. While Malleus certainly wasn’t scared to show you who he was, he just wanted the mystery to last a bit longer so you would stay at his side. If you had known he was the Malleus Draconia, would you act as light hearted as you are now? Or would you pull away and cower in fear?

The very thought made him anxious as you turned your back towards him again, your hands raising up as you got ready to go into your big arabesque position. You give Malleus a quick cue as you stretch yourself out, your leg rising up as far as it could--only to lay gently against Malleus’s hand as you let out a sigh of relief.

“...do you think the adventurer would stay with the King?”

“Huh?”

Malleus can see he caught you by surprise as he lets your leg go down slowly, setting you back into first position before you once again stand on your tiptoes and put your hand up so Malleus could spin you around twice. At this point, he was entirely focused on where your hands were going and how you were moving, picking up on each cue as he dared to look into your eyes.

“I know this is your story but if the adventurer were to leave...the King would be rather heartbroken. I am certain that he would prefer if the adventurer were to stay.”

He knows he would prefer it if you stayed. And if he ever dared to be so bold, he would prefer that you stayed by his side.

The music fades out after the last note, Malleus still holding your hand as you try to catch your breath.

Had he said too much? Did he perhaps make you uncomfortable? The story was from your imagination and he was just reading far too into it--

His eyes widen as your other hand rests on top of his, looking at you with surprise as you giggle and pull them close to your heart.

“If the King would have them...I’m sure the adventurer could find a new home with him.”

“If you want to help then...fine.”

Leona smirks as he watches you apologize to Malleus, the other visibly disappointed which already made him feel pretty great. He hadn’t even meant to stay here for too long and yet you had picked him for this little dance of yours. Suck it, lizard.

He turns to look at you, watching your eyes staring at him intently as he leads you to the center of the room.

“What is it?”

“...do you think you can lift me up?”

Oh you were being really funny, weren’t you? Of course he could lift you up. Out of all of the Magishift members and out of all the people in Savannaclaw, he was the strongest one. At this point you were just asking stupid questions.

“Try me.”

You nod as you pick a different song, starting it up as you start out in first position with your back turned to him. He watched as you bend your leg and bring it up to your thigh, slowly unbending it and lifting it up as it goes past your head. Eyebrows raised, he goes to support it but you stop him with a sound.

What? Wasn’t that what he was here for? He watches you glide into every move with great precision, turning towards him with one foot as the other is raised halfway. In his opinion, it made you look like a living doll.

He wasn’t sure why he liked that so much.

You walk back towards him slowly, your hands at your side with your palms facing outwards before you do a single turn and speak up.

“Grab me by the waist and just hold me. I’ll tell you when to spin.”

With great effort, you lift up your leg once again and stretch out while giving him the command to gently spin you. Leona nods as his hold on you changes, turning you around slowly and watching you bend down sideways.

His hold changes from one hand to one, wrapping his arm around your waist as his other hand starts to outstretch to support him better. You come back up and smile as he gives you a shit eating grin.

“Did you expect that?”

“I almost don’t want to give you the satisfaction of an answer.”

Leona takes great care to make sure that his hold on you is as light as it can be. If he was holding onto you for dear life, he was sure that your bones would immediately break. And with the way this dance was going, it seemed that you needed him to be as gentle as possible.

Already a tall order for him.

“So what’s the story of this dance?”

He takes a hold of your waist as you stretch yourself out, both hands going outwards as he brings you back in slowly.

“The original is a bit cliche but...maybe I should make it about an adventurer trying to find a lost prince--I’m going to need you to lift me up over your head.”

You glide to the right before jumping up, Leona giving you the extra boost you needed as you put one leg up and your arms stretching themselves out as they briefly rubbed against his ears.

“Maybe the adventurer hears a story of a missing prince who was never seen again after a quarrel with his country, yet the country needed the prince’s plans in order to succeed in battle. So they asked an adventurer to please seek him out.”

A prince, huh?

He gently guides you down but his hands never leave your waist as you instruct him to keep his hold a bit tight as you stretch yourself out towards the other dorm leader sitting on the couch but being greedily pulled back to Leona.

“Unbeknownst to them, the adventurer had already met the prince. They had stopped the prince’s rather tedious plans to take over some foreign land. The adventurer understood why they would want him back...but they didn’t know if he would accept.”

You tell him that you are going to move forward and that when you do he should immediately lift you up. It is surprising that he follows your every move so effortlessly, but maybe he was just that in tune with what you were doing. It’s the first time he has held someone so closely without trying to cause them physical harm. Besides, it was amazing to see you remain composed and relaxed as he lifted you up into the air only to watch you hold your pose.

“So? Did the adventurer get to the prince?”

He turns your waist clockwise fast, making you spin around in four circles before stopping you as you lean forward and raise your leg up, the movements getting a bit faster as his hands went from looking at the back of your head to your waist.

“They did...but the prince told them that he just wanted to stay where he was now. How it wouldn’t be worth it to go back home after all the shameful things he has done.”

Leona can almost feel your determination as you pull away from him. Why would you pick a prince out of all people? And one of an outcast nonetheless. Were you still trying to call him out for his past mistakes? Was that all he was to you? The dorm leader who had tried to cheat his way to victory?”

You smile and hold out your hand, Leona raising his slowly and taking your as you raise your leg up.

“But the adventurer wouldn’t leave it there. They know what the prince is capable of...all they need to do is make sure that he sees it as well.”

A quick glide downwards as he picks you right up, setting you down on two feet before you resume your position on your tiptoes.

“The adventurer tells the prince that there are plenty of things that only he can do that nobody else can. Even if the crown wasn’t his, he would still hold great power over the decisions of his kingdom. One didn’t need to wear a crown to have great power.”

You turn your back towards him and start getting ready to go into your great arabesque position--!

Only to stop when Leona stands in front of you and goes down on one knee, staring at you in the eyes while you raise your leg up and instead of fully stretching yourself back...you merely lean down and rest your hands on his shoulders.

He may be lazy but he knows symbolism when he sees one. If you were to be the adventurer and he was the prince, he imagined himself staring up at you as you spoke words of comfort to him and him alone. The bastard in the story must be pretty lucky to have someone like the adventurer believe in them…

The music fades out slowly as you go back into first position, Leona scratching the back of his head with a bored look while you pick up your phone and stop the music altogether.

“First Vil and now you, everyone is making me work today.”

Leona can’t look at you in the face, not after he pulled that cliche sort of move. One moment of weakness and he was putting himself in the shoes and feeling jealous of a character that didn't even exist! When did he get so pathetic?

He mumbles a quick goodbye and heads out, deciding that he needed to nap for the rest of the day after that embarrassing moment--

“Leona-senpai!”

The dorm leader stops in his tracks, turning around with an annoyed look only for it to melt away as you trot over to him and smile.

“Mind if I call you in case I need your help again?”

Damn you. Damn you, damn you, damn you you made him so weak--

He leans close and grins before flicking your forehead.

“If you reward me properly then...maybe.”

[bucky-hues]

stucky fic recs

here are some stucky fic recs! as always, be sure to read the warnings for each fic <3

one shots

finding home | @thedamageofherdays

cap steve x modern bucky

After he is caught in a terrible rainstorm while hiking, Bucky is glad to find shelter at the cottage Steve shares with his daughter and his dog. Bucky ends up finding so much more than just a safe place to spend the night.

x | @dreadlockholiday

steve x bucky

Request: Bucky looking through a glossy magazine and saying something like "God, can you imagine being paid for just looking cute?" And without thought Steve replies, "you'd be a millionaire" and Bucky just blushes furiously while Steve's all like 😳 *oh no, I just said that out loud*

x | @dreadlockholiday (18+)

steve x bucky

Bucky finds his BFF Steve's sketchbook... and it's full of nothing but sketches of Bucky... naked.

sweethearts | @musette22

steve x bucky

Steve confesses his feelings to Bucky using sweethearts

my moon, my man | @musette22 (18+)

steve x bucky (modern au)

AU meet-cute. Strangers on a Train, but with less murder and more sexual tension.

make it till you fake it | AggressiveWhenStartled (AO3)

steve x bucky

“Ned,” Peter said, like a drowning man sighting land. “Ned. Captain America and the Winter Soldier are fake dating right now and it is the most painfully awkward and obvious thing I have ever seen, all of us want to die, Ned.”

things my heart used to know | Nightwing11 (AO3)

steve x bucky

In a world where soulmates can communicate telepathically with their partners, Steve Rogers has always had Bucky Barnes with him, a calming voice in a sea of turmoil. And, when Bucky falls off the train during World War II, Steve experiences deafening silence for the first time.

Now, after crashing a plane in the Arctic to save the world and being frozen for 70 years, Steve’s still trying to figure out how to live without Bucky there. His new friends are trying to help him adjust, to move on. And he thought he was doing better, he really did.

So, why is he suddenly hearing Bucky’s voice again?

catfish | @buckmebxrnes (18+)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Steve Rogers is a famous movie star, known for his role as Captain America. Bucky Barnes is a bored law student who drinks too much wine. Bucky gets on match.com to boost his confidence. What he doesn't expect is a guy using Steve Rogers' pictures on a dating profile. Bucky decides to mess with the guy. After all, what idiot uses Steve Rogers' pictures on a dating site?

Not like it's really him, right? Bucky may need more wine.

let's go have fun | @sebastanbucky

steve x bucky

“Nat wanted me to-” Nat clears her throat and he rolls his eyes. “I wanted to tell you something.” He looks at Steve with a look he hopes says ‘play along’. “Okay. What did you want to tell me?” Bucky has to take a deep breath to keep from laughing again, it helps with his performance as Nat nods encouragingly at him. “I’m gay.” He says, making his voice sound shaky and weak.

the way you came around | sokaless (AO3)

steve x bucky

After a while, Bucky says, “You know, this song sounds like it was written for you.” “That's funny,” Steve remarks. “I chose it because it reminded me of you.” Steve gives Bucky an iPod full of his favourite songs from the 21st century to help him deal with his nightmares. Bucky has a new mission- to find out who Steve is in love with, because there are a few too many unrequited love songs on that iPod.

stuck on you | wearing_tearing (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

“Bucky? You don’t look so hot.”

Bucky makes a tiny little sound in the back of his throat, only to start coughing. Of course he doesn’t look hot. He’s sick and he’s dying and Steve obviously isn’t attracted to him.

you have the place next to my place | justanotherStonyfan (AO3)

cap steve x modern bucky

prompt: “We live in adjacent apartments and our bedrooms are on opposite sides of a very thin wall and one night I heard you crying and talked to you through the wall” AU

Captain America helps the Vet next door.

you’ve got (30) new matches | williamkaplans (AO3)

steve x bucky

When everyone finds out Steve's bi thanks to Bucky's recovering memories, Natasha kicks up her match-making into high gear. Steve has zero luck, but Natasha won't give up, especially when Sam (jokingly) suggests online dating. It isn't long before Steve finds someone, a someone who seems eerily familiar.

perfectly right wrong number | melonbutterfly (AO3)

cap steve x modern bucky

It all starts because Steve is too dumb to handle his smartphone.

A wrong number AU in which Bucky Barnes doesn't enter Steve's life (meaning: Bucky wasn't born until the eighties, but Steve is still Captain America) until Steve accidentally dials the wrong number. Wherein there is a lot of texting, some advice via Natasha and Darcy, a bit of pining, and a first date in an amusement park. Oh, and on top of being a disabled veteran, Bucky is a professional catwalker. Literally.

put your number in my phone | MacksDramaticShenanigans (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Steve tucks his phone back into his pocket and turns back to the computer. He only has to click a few times before he finds the link to the questionnaire and opens it, inputting the participant number before hitting next. The beginnings of the consent form fills the page, and all Steve has left to do now is wait for the participant— one James Barnes, according to the website— to show up.

Thankfully, Steve doesn’t end up having to wait very long. James Barnes shows up ten minutes early and knocks on the door before cracking it open and peeking in.

“Oh, hi,” he says, when he spots Steve sitting at the desk. He pushes the door open all the way and steps into the room just as Steve spins in the chair to face him.

“Um, I’m, uh, a bit early, but I’m here for the decision making study,” James continues, clear blue eyes flickering around the room before landing on Steve again. The skin between his eyebrows crinkles up a little, and god, Steve probably shouldn’t find his uncertainty as cute as he does. “Am I in the right place?”

wouldn’t it be nice | MacksDramaticShenanigans (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

"You are never going to believe what just happened," Bucky bemoans, shaking his head. He's at Steve's side in a moment and doesn't bother to give any warning before he dramatically falls into Steve's lap. Steve just barely manages to save his book from getting squashed.

"What is it?" Steve asks, matching Bucky's dramatic tone. "What am I not going to believe?"

"I just got off the phone with Natasha," he starts. "She cancelled on me!" Bucky throws his arms up, nearly smacking Steve in the face in the process.

Steve carefully places his hand on Bucky's forearm and lowers it away from his face.

"You're kidding," he says, a frown curving onto his lips at the news.

"I wish I was," he sighs. Bucky presses his lips together into a disappointed line and deflates against the back of the couch, slinking down Steve's thighs a little. "Who goes to Coney Island alone? How pathetic is that?"

Steve snorts, earning a glare from Bucky, and pats Bucky's thigh. "Aw, don't be such a sourpuss, Buck," he says. "Who said anything about going alone?"

all jokes aside | darksknight (AO3)

steve x bucky

"Before we know it Banner’s gonna be makin’ insinuations.” (Everyone "jokes" about Steve and Bucky being in a relationship until, eventually, they admit that they are.)

barnes & rogers and the goddamn truth

steve x bucky (teacher au)

There are three well-known facts at Shield High:

1. The history teacher Mr. Barnes is a stone-cold terror, and it’s not even because he only has one arm. 2. The other history teacher, Mr. Rogers, is a mysterious enigma, and it’s something to do with the body of a Greek God and contradicting stories of his past. (They’re all rumours, anyway.) 3. Mr Barnes and Mr Rogers hate each other.

Bucky wouldn’t have it any other way.

in the shadows | DragonWannabe (AO3) (18+)

steve x bucky

Five times they thought they were almost caught, one time someone found out, and one time they didn't have to hide.

OR:

Bucky and Steve grew up in a time when people like them went to jail.

single and looking | Jaiden_S (AO3) (18+)

steve x bucky

"Bucky held his place with his index finger and turned the magazine over to check the date on the cover. It was brand new, just out this month. An unexpected cord of anxiety tightened in Bucky’s chest. Single and looking? Frantically, he flipped back to the article. What exactly was Steve looking for? According to the article, Steve’s dream girl should be intelligent, altruistic, well-versed in current events and have a wicked sense of humor. Oh, and he had a thing for high heels and red lipstick. Bucky’s stomach churned as he re-read the article. Was that really what Steve wanted? Make-up and stilettos?"

A slightly sappy tale of two utterly besotted super-soldiers who excel at miscommunication.

these american dreams (ain’t no white picket fences left for me) | kariye (AO3) (18+)

steve x bucky

In which Bucky has a house, a dog, an herb garden, and a serious case of insomnia. Welcome to Havensport, Indiana (population 8,294), where Tom’s Neighborhood Grocer stays open all night, little old ladies call the car shop to get their refrigerators repaired, and the heat of summer days and the length of summer nights can make you think that this perfect world will last forever.

i’ve been careless with a delicate man | paraxdisepink (AO3) (18+)

steve x bucky

Steve lets SHIELD think he and Bucky were boyfriends so they’ll let him see the Winter Soldier in medical.

knock on wood | 74days (AO3) 

steve x bucky (modern au)

Steve Rogers lives a quiet, steady life, until his next door neighbour moves in and starts having incredibly energetic sex every night. All Steve wants is for him to move his bed away from the wall so the damn headboard doesn't knock a hole through his wall.

progressively bigger keys | spinawren (AO3)

steve x bucky

“A very little key will open a very heavy door.” ― Charles Dickens, Hunted Down

Steve and Bucky, it appears, have less need for a key and more use for a battering ram in trying to come out of the closet.

(The one where Steve tries to do one thing (one thing!) without causing a national ruckus, but the press are determined to see Bucky as Steve's best friend. And nothing more.)

stucky discover gay rights | Alicia_Borealis (AO3)

steve x bucky

“Then, why-” Steve stopped himself and looked at Bucky, who had tears rolling freely down his cheeks. “We’re- we’re not sick?”

“Wait, what?” Tony asked.

“Being a homosexual, it isn’t… wrong?”

-

The story of how Steve Roger's loved and lost Bucky, then how he got him back and then how he realised he was allowed to love him after all.

thursday nights with bucky barnes | Ellessey (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Steve has a comfortable, well-worn routine for his Thursday nights, until the old man who runs the laundromat breaks his hip.

Then Steve has Bucky instead.

to seek a nood-er world | jehans (AO3) (18+)

steve x bucky

Send noodz

Steve has been staring at his phone for the last six minutes, eyes narrowed so much they’re almost closed at this point, trying to figure out what the hell Bucky means. Noodz? What the fuck are noodz?

Listen, Steve is at least marginally aware of modern pop culture. He’s heard of nudes — not that nudes are exactly a modern invention; artists have been creating them for millennia — and he does know that people tend to misspell words to be cute or funny. They did that when he was young, too. Because time is a flat circle, apparently.

But, wait—does that mean…?

No. Not possible. Bucky isn’t asking Steve to send him…nudes.

Right?

tied ‘round your throat | sleepypercy (AO3) (18+)

police officer steve x serial killer bucky

Steve's a small-town police officer trying to track a serial killer who's been in Steve's bed the whole time.

much tattoo about nothing | Deisderium (AO3) (18+)

cap steve x modern bucky

Steve Rogers gets a lot of email requests, but never one like this: James Barnes wants to use his healing factor to practice tattoos.

Turns out tattoos give Steve boners.

the perfect man | Ellessey (AO3) (18+)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Setting up a dating profile is decidedly not in Bucky's skill-set, but against all odds he manages to connect with someone who makes the one-night stand he thought he wanted feel like not nearly enough.

kiss me and take off your clothes | steveandbucky (AO3) (18+)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Steve Rogers is dared to send a dick pic to a blog which critiques dick pics (run by none other than Bucky Barnes). Hilarity ensues.

i can’t dare to dream about you anymore | steveandbucky (AO3) 

steve x bucky (modern au)

Steve considers himself to be a pretty open-minded guy, which is why he can't quite understand why he feels so uncomfortable whenever he sees his gay roommate kissing guys. He's not homophobic, but how else can he explain the way his stomach twists at the sight?

It takes him a while to catch on.

exam room b | steveandbucky (AO3)

modern steve x nurse bucky

“Wait, what do you mean he asked for me?”

“He asked if the cute male nurse with the ponytail was working today. I assume he meant you.”

kickstart my heart | Kalee60 (AO3) (18+)

doctor steve x modern bucky

Bucky’s Wednesday wasn’t off to a great start. Not only did he wake up in a hospital with his annoyed best friend staring down at him, his treating Doctor just happened to be way too familiar, and the reason for that was slightly mortifying.

With misunderstandings in the air, a snarky nurse who is a pain in his butt and the ugliest neck brace known to man attached to his body. There was no way his Wednesday was ever going to improve. Could it?

you make me feel.. | kalika_999 (AO3) (18+)

cap steve x modern bucky

All Steve wanted was to take a breather, decompress after a mission and go out for a jog in the rain. He wasn't expecting to hide out in a bookstore filled with new and used books or that the employee that worked there thought he was an absolute loser and didn't even realize he was insulting Captain America.

nothing in the world that could stop it | rainbow_nerds (AO3) (18+)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Bucky just wanted to send his best friend a picture of his cat being an idiot while he was taking a bath. Was it really his fault for forgetting the full length mirror right opposite the tub?

rescue me and hold me in your arms | 74days (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Bucky is on the worst date of his life, and what he really needs of for this waitress to get the message he's sending her with his mind to rescue him. She doesn't, but she does send someone to extract him from a night of torture...

odd ways | peterbparker (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

“And it would have been an amazing night with my son if he wasn’t distracted by the hot guy on the other side of the room,” Sarah sighed, shaking her head. “He’s been looking over at you for the past fifteen minutes.”

Bucky choked on the mouthful of beer he had just taken.

“What?” he croaked. Things were starting to make a little more sense now.

“Right?” Sarah said, waving her hand towards her son. “He completely ignored my garden stories because he’s been making eyes at you so I decided to come over and introduce myself.”

series

rare is this love (keep it covered) | @musette22 (18+)

cap steve x modern bucky

It’s 2014. Captain America has been out of the ice for three years and is trudging along, saving the world and trying to get used to living in the future. Steve thinks he knows how the rest of his life is going to pan out – a life of duty, which he chose when he signed up to be Erskine’s science experiment. But then, he meets Bucky Barnes: the out-of-this-world-gorgeous mechanic and war vet, who turns Steve’s life upside down and makes him question everything he thought he knew. Slowly, Steve comes to realize there is more to life than duty and punching Nazis. Just one problem though: how on earth does a 96-year-old virgin who only just realized he may not be entirely straight make the transition from crush to relationship? Cue healthy amounts of self-doubt, awkward flirting, pretty blushing, existential crises, emotional growth, and maybe, possibly, a sexual awakening.

coming up easy | @musette22 (18+)

steve x bucky (modern au)

“Listen, I was just thinking,” Steve says, his face open, eyebrows raised in a tentatively hopeful expression. “Why don’t you come stay at my place for a while? I’ve got an office that I barely use, and a change of scenery might do you good, right? Help you beat that writer’s block?” With a crooked smile, he adds, “I promise I’m not a serial killer.”

While Bucky would normally crack a joke about how that’s exactly what a serial killer would say, right now, all he can do is blink at Steve in surprise, heart tripping over itself in his chest. Steve wants him to come and stay at his place. In Massachusetts. Just the two of them.

"Oh," Bucky croaks. "I- Wow."

“I mean, no pressure,” Steve says hastily. “Totally fine if you don’t wanna. I just thought I’d offer, in case it might help, y’know?”

“Yeah.” Bucky ignores the little voice in his head that sounds an awful lot Nat and Becca, telling him he’s setting himself up for heartbreak. “I mean, if you’re sure, that would be amazing.”

4 minute window | @cesperanza

steve x bucky

"Look, if they catch me," Bucky muttered, "they're either going to kill me or they're going to put me in a box with a little window and—Steve, I can't."

swapped | writeonclara (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

if u wanted my number u couldve just asked

u didnt have to steal my whole phone ;)

Steve stared down at his phone, confused. He didn't recognize the number – except, oh wait, he really did. That was his number. On his phone.

He flipped the phone over, then slid one hand down his face. Not his phone.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

[stupid fucking] brooklyn hipster bros | relenaflanel (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Bucky's mother gives him an ultimatum. Bucky doesn't respond well.

All Barneses are stubborn assholes, Steve observes, as though he doesn't see the irony of calling someone else stubborn. Or an asshole.

And Bucky can't even deny he is a total asshole for lying to his mother about dating Steve just so he doesn't have to bring someone else to her wedding, but damn if he's not going to give the lie everything he has.

brought to brightness | eyres (AO3)

cap steve x modern bucky

Army veteran Bucky Barnes has fallen in love with Steve, a guy he met online a few months after he returned from Afghanistan. Only problem is, he doesn't know Steve's last name or even what he looks like.

When his sister helps him send his story into MTV's Catfish, he's hoping they can help him meet Steve or, at least, let him move on with his life if Steve isn't real. Little does he know, Steve and Captain America have more in common than just a first name.

slide to answer | relenaflanel (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

"What do I do?” Steve appealed into the phone. “I’m freaking out.”

There was silence on the other end of the line. It lasted so long that Steve pulled the receiver away from his ear and frowned at it. Pay phones were old. Maybe this one wasn’t working despite the obvious dial tone when he picked up.

“Ok,” a stranger’s voice said over the phone. “First acknowledge the fact that you dialed the wrong number, but be quick about it because my cab is a few blocks away from my own plans and I’m about to drop some truth bombs on you.”

how to woo the winter soldier | writeonclara (AO3)

steve x bucky

“I think I’m ready to date again,” Steve said.

“What,” Natasha said.

“What?” Clint said, lowering his binoculars. He blinked at the dumbstruck look on the Captain’s face, then followed his gaze to where he was staring dopily at—at the Winter fucking Soldier.

“Steve, no,” Clint groaned.

Or: Steve courts the Winter Soldier.

all these things that i’ve done | @not-withoutyou 

steve x bucky

Steve was the patron saint of waiting too long. Bucky was atoning for his sins. Maybe they’d both been forsaken, abandoned by the light. Maybe they’d find a way back to each other again.

Post civil war, if things had gone differently.

find a way (to make it back home) | belwrites (AO3) (18+)

steve x bucky (college au)

Fresh off a year abroad, Head Resident Assistant Steve Rogers finds his senior year of college to be full of changes, and he's not just talking about the growth spurt. He's more concerned with the fact that his best friend...isn't talking to him? Is dating his ex? May or may not be missing an arm?

In which Steve has no fucking clue what's going on, but he's trying, Bucky learns how to communicate with his best friend again, and everyone quietly panics about the future.

is it pretending if i already want you? | OhCaptainMyCaptain (AO3) (18+)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Based on prompt: Pretend Boyfriends AU where one of their families is always wondering why they're never in a relationship, so the other offers to pretend to be their boyfriend for some family event

the roommate | layersofart, Niitza (AO3)

cap steve x modern bucky

In which Steven G. Rogers, a.k.a. Captain America, gets a roommate. Who rapidly turns into his "roommate"—in the euphemistic sense of the word.

It takes SHIELD and the rest of the Avengers an absurd amount of time to notice.

dear mr. postman | odetteandodile (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Steve and Bucky revive an old friendship, get married (but totally just as friends, for reasons), and navigate a few of the many trials of the heart that come with falling in love with your best friend.

fate will play us out | steveandbucky (AO3) (18+)

cap steve x modern bucky

Bucky has landed himself a job with Stark Industries. He doesn't know yet that the job is actually being the PR manager for the Avengers.

Bucky has also started dating Steve Rogers. He also doesn't know yet that Steve is Captain America.

Bucky's life is about to get a whole lot more exciting.

the avengers hate club | notebooksandlaptops (AO3)

pop star steve x modern bucky

Bucky falls hopelessly for Steve and starts an Avengers hate club with the lead singer of the Avengers.

songbird | chicklette (AO3) (18+)

modern steve x musician bucky

At 43, James Barnes is a washed up old man. He’s got a dozen Grammys in the hall closet, an agent that can’t get him a deal, a decade-old case of writer’s block, a moody teen-aged daughter, and the gorgeous actress Natasha Romanova for an ex-wife. Well, one of them anyway. He’s a man who’s given up on finding joy in his life, and if it wasn’t for his kid, he’d have probably found a way to quit the world a long time ago.

Enter Steven Grant Rogers, struggling twenty-something, orphan, and someone who has no idea who Barnes is, other than some musician his mom liked a lot. The two men meet by accident, doing nothing more than passing the time in a quiet bar. But when a pap gets a shot of the two men embracing, Bucky takes it as a chance to finally come out as bisexual, and his agent makes him a proposition: Ten new songs and one very sweet boyfriend will get him a new record deal that will maybe, just maybe put him back on top.

Now all he has to do is write the songs, convince the kid, and not fall in love. Should be easy, right?

the right partner | LeeHan (AO3) (18+)

cap steve x ws bucky

Steve meets a beautiful man with a bright laugh on a sunny day in Italy. Captain America meets the elusive Winter Soldier moments later.

Date Bucky Barnes. Defeat the Winter Soldier. Bring down Hydra. How hard could it be?