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how the light gets in {Corpse Husband}

2. you’ve gone way too fast for way too long.

Summary: Supernatural Creatures AU. Them/Them Reader. After the success of your first stream, you find yourself wanting to get back to your YouTube roots, and what better way to do that than with a cover by one of the bands who holds a special place in your heart? And maybe you’re using it to distract yourself from thinking about how coming back to YouTube means coming back to the things - the people - you’d left behind.

Maybe it’s selfish, but Corpse kind of wishes you hadn’t come back to YouTube; honestly, if anyone else had taken the world by storm, he wouldn’t complain half as much, except it’s you and he’s still mostly convinced that you might be an angel like him... Except better. Because of course you would be a better angel, you’re talented and driven and personable and essentially everything an angel should be, and - bar the talented bit, Corpse at least knows some of his worth - you’re everything he’s pretty sure he’s not. Except it seems like everyone loves you, and he doesn’t exactly have a good enough reason to be bothered by you the way he is, so he has to act like he isn’t. Which is a lot easier said than done, when you barely say a word to him and it feels like all of his suspicions are confirmed.

A/N: 8471 words. Reader in the fic is stated to be 24. THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH SUPERNATURAL THE TV SERIES. me, trying to walk the line between 3rd person omniscient narrator and trying to make the narration feel like its somewhat coming from the POV character?? it’s more likely than you think! as always, i really appreciate feedback.

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The day after your song drops, it’s on Spotify’s Top 50 Viral playlist, it’s charting on iTunes, it’s splattered across the internet, according to your manager, who sees fit to text you, congratulating you on what she assumed to be a masterful marketing tactic; releasing the song and immediately streaming alongside huge YouTube creators who have a wide and diverse fanbase, all plugging your music. She thinks it was a carefully calculated move, which makes you feel all kinds of scummy, like you were using your new friends. Thankfully, when you fire a somewhat defensive response about how you had no ulterior motive, that all you wanted to do was have fun and make friends, your tone apparently reads loud and clear, as you receive an apology a few moments later. Backtracking, she simply mentions that, even unintentionally, you had great timing, and she’s glad you had a good time, which is better, and you try not to dwell on your initial assumption. Years of your life had been spent worrying that the people you were close to just thought you were using them for views or fame; her words did little to quell that worry, so instead you tried to distract yourself, or at the very least, focus on the good that yesterday had brought about.

The best, of course, was Sykkuno, the hellhound who’d endeared himself to you almost immediately. Something about him makes you feel safe, though perhaps it’s that you’re unused to someone feeling so familiar; you like to think you’re a good judge of character, so for now, you’re trusting in your instincts, trusting in Sykkuno. The next best thing was a tie, between friends and freedom. Yesterday you’d been doing what you wanted to do, not what you thought you should be doing, not what was on brand, or carefully scripted; you were messy, stumbled over your words, and you laughed and deceived your friends as was the aim of the game, it was so freeing to be unfiltered. People kept saying it was nice to see you smile, to hear you laugh again. Huh. Part of you really doesn’t like that you know exactly what they mean, and more importantly, why people are saying that at all. But things are different now, are freer now; your brand was built on you, it’s nice to get back to that.

By mid-morning, you’d been sprawled out on your sofa for almost an hour, glad to be alone, to not have to worry about being seen, as you’ve phased your tail back into reality, and have it holding up your phone as you scroll through Twitter with one hand and fidget idly with the other. More and more you’re seeing supportive comments from people gushing about the few bars you’d sung of 5 Seconds of Summer’s Youngblood on stream yesterday. First your chat had loved it, now it seems the general consensus was that people would love for you to cover more than a few bars. While you tried not to listen too much to what other people wanted, you couldn’t help but admit that it was something you definitely wanted too.

When you text your manager, new idea already taking hold of your focus, your earlier unsavoury text conversation seemingly forgotten, your manager reminds you that you should be working on your new album, putting together the tracklist for your EP. Ugh.

It’s not that you didn’t have ideas, quite the opposite; you’re exploding with ideas, brimming, overflowing with them, for songs you wants to write and feelings you can’t express any other way, but the songs and collaborations you’ve already completed, their mp4 files sitting neatly on your desktop, you wanted to save them for the full album, like it was some sort of penance for getting to collaborate, getting to become friends with people you looked up to, people who inspired you. To you, their contribution was worthy of your full album.

Well, that was part of the reason, the other part was that the songs you had designated for the album had a different vibe to your EP songs; albumtouralbumtour and imposter syndrome had both been written in lockdown, about very specific concerns you were having at the time. The EP was shaping up to capture a very specific moment in time, while the album was so much more than that. You couldn’t put read at five am on the EP, the collaboration you’d done with Troye, a lyrical-lament with a dissonant, upbeat melody, an apology for when you’re the one who cuts off contact with someone you’re close to and don’t know how to say why, and don’t know how to come back; yes, the fact that you and Ethan are talking again means that the song is technically relevant to this period of time, but it’s three years of regret and indirect apology compressed into in three minutes. It’s going on the album.

But being stuck at home all day for months had made you all nostalgic for your roots, for when you’d started uploading all the way back in 2012, at 16, with no idea what a few videos would lead to. You missed covering songs you loved, the songs other people had written and that you had still connected with, the songs that made you want to write your own. Yes, you loved your own content, obviously, but from idea to video publishing, you knew a low-effort cover would take you maximum a day and a half if you were particularly inspired, which you clearly were. By now, you’d been doing this for so long that you knew the legality of it all like the back of your hand, and were in a stable enough place to be more than happy to pay royalties to the band you’d co-headlined alongside for your first international tour.

“What if I call the boys and ask them?” You decided to just call your manager directly, tail curled securely around your phone where you’d put her on speaker, pottering around your kitchen trying to find something to eat. Alison, on the other end of the line, sighed deeply, having been fielding these sorts of calls from you about once a fortnight since lockdown had started.

“Have you finished moment before impact yet?” She countered, and you wrinkle your nose; its as if she can hear the expression through the phone with the way she continues on, not giving you a moment to cut in, “listen, I won’t tell you what to do, but you need to make a decision about your EP tracklist soon, okay? The label’s breathing down my neck, you know you have more than enough songs for it.”

“Alison, the vibes -”

“The vibes, Y/N, I know,” she sighed deeply, but you could hear the faintest smile in her voice.

“I promise I’m working on my own stuff; I think moment before impact is gonna be a collab, but I’m not sure who with yet, but if it makes you happy, once I record this 5SOS thing, I’ll work on a demo of moment for the EP,” you concede, and you hear her hum in approval, “I promise I have all the songs in my head, I just gotta make sense of which ones are the right ones for now, you know?”

“I really don’t,” you could hear her actually smiling now, so you let yourself relax for a moment, hands braced on your kitchen counter as you looked to your phone, “but I suppose that’s why you’re the musical one and I’m the manager.”

“My favourite manager,” you told her sweetly, and her answering laugh is more of a snort.

"Call the band, maybe they can work something out for you regarding royalties, if you plan to monetise it," she suggested, and you hummed, "keep me updated, okay? Make sure you're still working on your own stuff though."

"Alison you're a national treasure," you tell her feelingly; you don't even have to see her to know she's rolling her eyes.

But you take her advice, sending 'what if I covered Youngblood and posted it to YT? I'll pay you royalties' to the mostly dormant WhatsApp group you have with 5 Seconds of Summer, despite it being about six in the morning in Australia. Callum sends back a thumbs up almost immediately. Its all the confirmation you need to get started.

As you’re hunting through your house for a pick, turning over cushions, looking through junk drawers, you hear your phone go off, and you take a moment to check, surprised by what you see. A message from Sean. Huh.

[I see you’ve finally decided to join us in the gaming community, took you long enough 😊 If you ever wanna play something, just gimme a yell, you know Id be glad to have ya on my team.]

Considering the fact that it had been three years since you and Sean had properly been in contact, you find the message both surprising, and strangely heartwarming. There were a few people you’d purposefully fallen out of contact with, plagued by your own fears and self doubts. The people who you’d seen in person almost daily were the ones who you’d felt the absence of the most, but Sean, just by his close association with those people, along with a few other international friends, had been regretfully left behind also. Here and now, you can feel just how much you’ve missed him, how guilty you feel for giving in to your own anxieties and the negativity spewed by others.

But you know you can’t dwell on the past, on your mistakes, all you can do is be grateful for the opportunity to reconnect, and take it.

[ID: A tweet and reply conversation between @yourtwitter and @goldeny/n, followed by a single tweet by @ZeRoyalViking, and a tweet and reply conversation between @yourtwitter, and @5SOS.

@yourtwitter: someone yell at me for doing another cover instead of my original stuff. quarantine got me feeling 17 again. might do the cinnamon challenge next. or finally do that Roast Yourself trend 4 years too late. | @golden_y/n: BRUH YOU BEST NOT BE PULLING OUR LEGS | @golden_y/n: I would empty my bank account to see you roast yourself. | @yourtwitter: Please Don't Do That YouTube Is Free | @golden_y/n: 😳💀💖

@ZeRoyalViking: stream today with some familiar and not so familiar faces!!

@yourtwitter posted an image of Griffin McElroy from the My Brother My Brother & Me TV show. Griffin is a Caucasian man wearing glasses and a blue checked shirt. He is visible from the chest up and is sitting behind a desk with one arm in front of him, with his thumb out, as if counting. The image’s subtitles have been edited, now reading ‘My friends are very much into the following: Bullying me on TikTok.’ | @yourtwitter: @luke5SOS is just mad im gonna sing his song better than him. he doesn’t use twitter anymore so i have the upper hand here. | @5SOS replies with a gif of Jason Momoa, who is incredibly muscular, with dark hair down to his shoulders, a black tank top, and sunglasses on, holding a microphone, standing in a confrontational manner, captioned ‘No, no, no. By all means, speak your mind. You got a problem with my boy?’ | @yourtwitter: HE WENT LIVE UNPROMPTED TO TELL PEOPLE ABOUT HOW I WROTE NOTIMETOSLEEP IN THREE DAYS WITH NO ACTUAL SLEEP, OPENED FOR THEM IN ARIZONA, AND IMMEDIATELY PASSED OUT FOR 16 HOURS AFTER WALKING OFF STAGE | @5SOS: we just miss you tho... and it is kind of funny. | @yourtwitter: the minute im allowed to safely leave lockdown im coming to australia to german supplex the lot of you. ❤️

End ID.]

Corpse’s whole ‘not thinking about you’ plan goes down a lot smoother when you’re not actively stealing his friends- what kind of Angel goes around stealing another person - another Angel’s, no less - friends?! Except, right, he doesn't actually have proof that you're an angel, just a hunch he’s apparently committed to... and, okay, you don't know you're stealing them... Sykkuno and Rae are allowed to have more than one friend. Obviously.

"Honestly, I'm still kind of riding the high from yesterday's stream," Sykkuno’s all kinds of elated in the voice chat, and Rae's quick to chime in, matching his tone, his energy, as she agrees.

"I cannot believe Y/N played with us! I’m sorry you missed it, Corpse, I think you'd love them," Rae is adamant, to which Corpse, from behind the safety of his monitor, makes a face.

"What makes you say that?” Even as he says it, as he tries to keep the negativity from his voice, his nose wrinkles, the expression shifting his eyepatch just a little.

“I don’t know, just something about...” Rae’s voice turns thoughtful as she considers, though Sykkuno takes the chance to pipe up, voice brimming with his trademark sincerity.

“You guys have weirdly similar vibes, like kind of a similar energy?” He tries to explain before a faintly embarrassed laugh escaping him, even with Rae humming in agreement, “not the exact same, obviously, but like, I don’t know, I think you’d really like them.” The problem with having Sykkuno for a friend is that he’s almost always trying to be genuinely kind or helpful. The problem is that Corpse can tell he believes what he’s saying.

An angelic ability that often goes overlooked, even by angels themselves, is the innate ability to tell whether or not someone’s lying. It’s like a faint buzzing, low grade tinnitus, at the sound of a lie, something that can actually be pretty effectively ignored and forgotten, but right now, the lack of buzzing with Sykkuno’s words is frankly irritating. Not that Corpse can say that, he has no real reason to be jealous of your fast forming friendships with his friends, well, not any reason he can admit to on stream.

"You know what,” Sean muses, finally joining the conversation, “It’s been a while since I properly spoke to them, but I totally get what you mean,” fucking great; of course he agrees, “did anyone invite them to play; would love to have them here if they’re up for it.”

"I think they're working on a thing today, but I can message and ask?" It’s Sykkuno who speaks up, the barest hesitation in his voice, and to that Rae makes a proud little noise in the back of her throat.

"You met yesterday on the stream that I organised, and suddenly you're all best buddies? Gonna be honest, I’m a little jealous,” she admits, to which Sykkuno huffs a soft laugh, uncertain of what to say, though Rae’s tone is fond and she continues on, “seriously though, good for you, dude, finally getting the recognition you deserve -"

And on the one hand, yes, Corpse would agree that Sykkuno deserved infinitely more recognition and praise than he currently received, but on the other, the speed at which you two had aparently become close - a day! It had been a day! - sets Corpse’s teeth on edge. It was all he could do to keep quiet as the others chimed in, all their sentiments mirroring Rae’s.

All this frustration and resentment was almost definitely unhealthy, he was more than aware, but something about you had fixed in his mind; if it had been anyone else, anyone less talented or personable or productive, he could have probably handled it, but you...

All he gets is two games worth of peace before Sykkuno announces that he’s gotten a reply. Aparently you’re in the middle of recording a cover. Something about knowing that fills Corpse with discomfort, with envy, like he should be working on his music instead of being here.

"But they say they're gonna take a break in an hour or say, so they might join us for a few games," Sykkuno’s tone betrayed his bright smile, and suddenly the voice chat was flooded with excitement from almost all in attendance.

"Wait, really? Just like that, we'll be playing with Y/N?" Leslie sounds disbelievingly hopeful, but thankfully it’s only a few moments until the next game beings. While none of the others had picked up on Corpse’s silence, his chat seemed confused. Purposefully ignoring their questions and comments on the matter, he instead gives a few comments on the game, trying to come off lighter than he was feeling.

He’s not quite sure what he’s going to do if you join the stream, he’d never actually considered that he might one day talk to you, have to confront the person whose very existence got under his skin, who might very well be the only other person like him on this side of the world. Unsurprisingly, his head’s not in the game.

"Did you get enough sleep last night?” Rae feels the need to ask when whatever response he’d given in a meeting had just come out as an incoherent mumble. Of course he straight up laughs at her question, which is answer enough, and she clicks her tongue disapprovingly, “you’re impossible.”

“Have you drunk any water today -?”

“Sykkuno you’re dead,” Sean interrupts Sykkuno, who had broken one of the main rules of the game simply to question Corpse about his health; he’s far too caring for his own good, but moments like this make for good entertainment, “dead people can’t talk,” Corpse is grateful for all of five seconds before Sean turns on him, reiterating Sykkuno’s question like a traitor; “Corpse, have you drunk water today?” In lieu of a proper response, Corpse groans, playing at being annoyed.

“I say we vote him out because if he is the imposter, we win, and if he isn’t, he has time to go drink a glass of water,” Rae proposes matter-of-factly, which just leaves Corpse spluttering with disbelief.

“That’s fucking stupid; I’m not the imposter, you’re basically throwing the game -” but the votes are already popping up, and unfortunately, for the first time all stream, everyone seems to be in agreement.

“Drink water, Corpse,” Rae, clearly the leader of this mutiny, orders, as Corpse watches his character get flung into lava, and very begrudgingly heeds her words. He takes his sweet time drinking a full glass of water and refilling it to take back with him, intermittently glaring from his kitchen at his computer, despite the game still going on; he’s got several tasks left, if they don’t catch the imposters, they’re doomed, and honestly he doesn’t care. Once the game ends, with the crewmates’ loss, as he’d suspected, they all find themselves back in the lobby. Maybe they’re waiting for him. They can wait longer.

As he settles himself back into his office chair, he pulls on his headphones in time to hear -

“- earlier than I thought because of a whole thing on TikTok and then Twitter, and then my manager texted me telling me-” It’s like he’s turned twenty again at the sound of your voice; you, bright, earnest, rambling to probably Sykkuno or Sean or Rae, probably not even aware of him, but he’s never been more aware of you. Not that he’d ever admit it to anyone, but your second EP, hyperfocus, had been in heavy rotation on his Spotify since he’d discovered it, since he’d listened to the crack in your voice, the exhaustion with which you spoke on i’m going through some stuff when Lofi had just been taking off as a genre. He’s... conflicted, going through an internal crisis while you keep talking, blissfully unaware, “- anyways, I think she’s just worried that I’ll end up threatening to German Supplex Harry Styles, or the late, great, Prince, and I’ll end up cancelled.”

“Y/N,” your name sounds equal parts amused and concerned as Sykkuno says it, with the air of someone who’s been privy to you and your antics far longer than just one day. The response you give is just as bright and cheery as your rambling had been, assuring him that you wouldn’t threaten to German Supplex Prince.

“You sure about that?” Sean was obviously grinning, judging by his fond tone, “sounds like something you’d try -”

“I’ve changed, Jack- Sean- fuck,” your muttered swear undercuts your attempt at earnestness after you correct yourself, clearly not used to calling him by his actual name. To that, Sean gives a fond chuckle, before going right back to ribbing you.

“I’m pretty sure there’s still video evidence of you trying to square up with Mark in person,” Sean points out, to which you grow huffy and defensive, playing up your frustration.

“Well, that was for a completely reasonable reason!”

“Which was?”

“I thought it would be funny,” tone flipping completely, the words come out so sincere and bright it’s almost tooth rotting; if he didn’t know any better, Corpse would probably find himself being endeared by it, “and it was! Plus,” though here you give pause, and something about the tone of the conversation shifts as you chew on the words you’d almost said without thinking, “it was funny,” you said, softer this time. Sean, sensing the shift, does his best to pick the mood back up, reminding you that both you and Mark lost the competition you’d been taking part in anyways, and asking if you really had changed.

Before you had time to answer, however, Rae spots Corpse’s avatar moving ever so slightly, and immediately jumps on him.

“Corpse! Did you drink water?” She asks. He unmutes so they can all hear his deep, beleaguered sigh. “I can and will bully you into taking care of yourself,” her heart’s in the right place, and it is mostly a bit, so he can’t be too put out by the fact that she cares.

“I can’t believe you all voted me out because of it,” he chooses to respond instead, and Rae’s cackle echoes through the voice call.

“She also was the imposter, so...” Ze trailed off, a little sheepishly, to which Corpse rolled his eyes, not that anyone can see. Of course she was. But he’s not even given a moments before -

“You must be Corpse!” The moment the words leave your lips, every single goddamn nerve in Corpse’s body feels like it’s alight; everything overwhelming, unfamiliar,. white-hot, he’s suddenly desperately trying to keep his various abilities in check, since he really doesn’t want to short out his whole system, end the stream early, and probably cause his building to go into a blackout, just because of whatever this is. The whole world has changed with four words; better and worse and more more than anything. It’s... it’s a confirmation of some kind, and he tries to hold onto that vindictive feeling in his chest. You are familiar, you are something he recognises like no-one else he’s ever met before; you are like him. Is it better or worse now he knows it’s the truth?

“Must I be?” He manages to respond, keeping his voice as level as he’s able, shooting for vaguely amused and trying not to let any of the past few seconds sudden overwhelming panic and triumph bleed into his voice. But the moment you hear him, there’s a sharp gasp; that same something, understanding, recognition he’d felt, you feel it too.

“Y/N, you okay?” Ze had asked, and you made a vaguely muffled noise of unconvincing confirmation. Out of sheer, idle curiosity, Corpse opened a new tab and searched up your YouTube channel where you were streaming.

“Maybe we should have warned ya’,” Sean offers with a light laugh, before lowering his voice, immitating and announcer as best as he could, “warning! Corpse is about to speak!” Which at the very least got Corpse to laugh, though he refused to give anything away as your stream loaded, and the banter continued in his ears.

“Har har,” you muttered sarcastically into the voice chat, right as the stream finished loading, and - you. Well dressed, face in your hands, heels of your palms pressed against your closed eyes; honestly, he doesn’t exactly have any prominent initial thoughts about you, watching you scrunch your face up in your hands, dealing with the same thing he had to, though your face was live to thousands. Beside you, the text chat for your stream was going almost too fast to read, but he managed to follow a few threads of thought here and there.

[an eye thing! they’ve got an eye thing!] [someone @ y/n_creature_spec on twt!!] [who has an eye thing??] [lmao love that they were so shocked hearing corpse that it set off their eye thing] [hello!! vampire here!! we have eye things!!] [u cant be a vampire it’s the middle of the day] [THERE ARE COUNTRIES OTHER THAN AMERICA YOU KNOW] [i am willing to put MONEY on the idea of them being fae of some kind.] [^^yeah they just didnt want us to see their eyes sparkling like an anime character.] [that feels like smthn corpse could bring out in people]

And then you’re blinking back to reality, bringing him from his thoughts as for one terrifying moment, it’s as if his gaze locks with yours. Expression so bright and inviting, despite the way your eyes were watering just a little, you hold eye contact with your camera for a moment before looking at your screen, mumbling something about an eyelash in your eye; Corpse lets out a shaky breath. Chat seems unconvinced, but at least the other streams take you on your word. For a few more moments, he quietly watches you, watches the way your eyes roam your screen as you order your thoughts, and for all that he’s thought of you, he’s never properly looked at you. It’s taken him until now to acknowledge that there was definitely a reason for your success beyond just your talent; certainly you could have become successful from your music alone, but your career certainly wasn’t hindered by the fact that you’re actually quite- suddenly, Corpse is overcome by the sense that he’s intruding, exiting out of the window immediately, even going so far as to push back from his desk, fingers spread wide, braced against the edge, trying not to think too hard about... any of it. If he thought too hard about what it meant to have another angel in LA, he would drive himself mad.

“Well, Corpse, it’s good to meet ya, been told great things,” to him and him alone it’s so clear you’re trying so hard to play it cool, though Corpse couldn’t fault you for that, doing the exact same thing; again, when you speak to him, it’s like his whole being is hit with a rush of warmth; it’s less overwhelming this time, somehow scalding but bearable now.

“I see Sykkuno’s been spreading lies about me,” Corpse fires off instinctually, to which Sykkuno splutters protests at the implication, despite your bright laughter, and Sean’s shout to the contrary.

“Don’t be mean, Corpse, Sykkuno would never lie about you,” Sean is adamant, and Corpse can tell he’s being honest, just as the tell-tale ringing in his ears knows the next words from Sean’s mouth are utter lies; “me on the other hand? Y/N whatever you do, do not listen to Corpse’s music, it’s just the worst.” Before the implication, the reality of what he’s saying sinks in, for just a moment, Corpse feels a rush of affection for Sean, so clearly and earnestly plugging his music, right before your voice re-joins the chat and Corpse remembers exactly who Sean is plugging his music to.

“Fuck you, J- Sean, I do what I want,” while you played along, amused and light, Corpse himself was at a loss for words. You ask him - him specifically, he knows, he knows with absolute certainty you’re asking him - if he’s a musician, and everyone else chimes in before he can even think about finding his voice.

“Don’t search him on Spotify! Don’t do it!” Sean, on the verge of laughter, seems delighted by the turn this conversation has taken as the sound of aggressive typing fills the chat from your end. What the fuck. What the fuck?! No matter his thoughts and opinions about you and your possible supernatural origins, you were still Y/N, literal Grammy winner and Golden Child from the Golden Age of YouTube, playing along as Sean used the world’s worst reverse psychology on you to get you to listen to his music. Oh fuck, this is not how today was meant to go.

“I don’t wanna hold up the game, I’ll listen as I play,” you tell them, almost painfully polite, though Ze agrees to start the next game. If Corpse’s mind wasn’t in the game before, there’s no way in hell it was now.

Three minutes into the first round and he’s failing miserably at card swipe when he chances a look at his chat; people were spamming lyrics from Miss YOU! and Cat Girls Are Ruining My Life! which was sweet but nerve wracking, since he’s pretty sure it means you’ve already listened to one and moved on to the next. If you’re an angel, and you know he’s an angel, what in the hell would you think of his music? Honestly, even if you weren’t an angel, you’re still you, and his music was... well...

When the first meeting is called, and it’s discovered that you’ve been murdered, there’s a strange sense of relief that comes with it, even as he’s being accused of your murder. He’s got a solid alibi, so they end up voting out Sean, and the game continues. Despite the brief reprieve from your possible judgement, his heart still feels as though it’s skittering erratically around his ribcage.

Rae comes along when he’s doing Simon Says, and shoots his little avatar. The moment he becomes a ghost, he lets out a long breath, giving himself a moment to relax, to collect his thoughts, catching back up with some questions with chat he hadn’t quite realised he’d been holding, and chances a look at his chat again.

“Of course I’m tense,” he finds himself musing quietly to his chat while the remaining players were arguing over the top of each other in a meeting, “pretty sure most of hyperfocus has been in my Spotify wrapped every year since it was released,” for a few moments, it doesn’t even occur to him what he’s said, or that he’s said it out loud, but when it hits him- oh, oh no, it feels like too much to admit, and he has no idea what to say next, how to backtrack, how to at least pretend like he doesn’t think about you or your music any more than any other person would. However much he may resent certain aspects of it, he still knows he has a reputation to uphold, and panic and denial have never been a part of his reputation.

So he keeps his mouth shut, bites down on the half-hearted excuses and explanations that keep springing to mind, keep pressing against his teeth. He does his tasks quietly, thanks the people donating, and pretend it never happened until the round ends, heart in his throat. He knows, the same way a human survivor in a zombie apocalypse movie knows, that he’s just putting off the inevitable, and that someone’s definitely already clipped it and is probably uploading it to Twitter or Tumblr faster than he could protest.

“Y/N I’m so sorry!” Sean’s the first one to talk when they’re back in the lobby, which leads to your laughter filling the voice chat, telling him it’s okay.

“I didn’t even care, honestly I was just vibing,” the smile in your voice is almost enough to distract from the strained edge to your words, something not quite right, but so faint Corpse isn’t sure if it was really there, and he’s not quite sure anyone else heard it either. Except -

“Y/N?” Sykkuno says your name like it means something that no-one but you and him can decipher, something concerned, almost a question, checking in without being too obvious.

“Yeah?” There’s that strained tone, just a little more audible this time, before you process who’s talking, how he’d said your name, and - “yeah,” firmer, calmer, a reassurance.

“Vibing?” And he says it like that was his question all along, like the two of you hadn’t had a full conversation in three words. When the others started asking about what you thought of the music, it’s clear none of them have picked up on the hint of strangeness that had been in your tone, and you deliberate before answering.

“Am I- is it- it’s weird if I quote it, isn’t it -?”

“Jacksepdicy how I whip that!” Sean practically yells into his microphone, cutting you off and somehow making the line sounding even more Irish than he himself did naturally, which startles a laugh from Corpse, “it’s my name in a song, I think about it daily,” he announces, voice oozing pride, and despite the situation and headspace he found himself in, Corpse feels his heart grow warm knowing that even a line like that had brought Sean joy.

“I thought,” you pause for a moment, presumably to double check which song you were about to reference, “I thought Miss YOU was a whole mood,” you admit, the faintest smile in your voice, and something tightens in Corpse’s chest at that.

“You not gonna quote it?” Rae teased.

“Too nervous to follow Sean,” you fired back.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get there one day, Y/N,” Sean laughs fondly, and you all joke around, playing up the bit, while Corpse’s mind is stuck on the fact that you never once addressed him when talking about his music. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, it meant he didn’t have to deal with the sudden, fiery sensation your voice brought with it, so not bothered, persay, if anything he’s glad to know you liked it... But it’s weird that he knows so acutely -

“Hey,” and you don’t even say his name, but there’s that feeling again. Each time it grows less intense, like he’s been inoculated, and no instead of his nerves being ablaze, it’s as if he’s suddenly sitting beside a bonfire, each and every time you speak to him. The others voice their confusion at your sudden vaguness, but Corpse answers without even thinking, because of course he knows.

“Yeah?”

A few moments pass, while the others carry on amongst themselves for the moment. The two of you sit in this one moment together, neither quite sure how to feel about it.

“You’ve been awfully quiet,” you point out, though there was only the barest him of the earlier strangeness in your voice, now overpowered by something that made it almost sound like you were pleased. At this, however, even more confusion arises when the others figure out that Corpse had ‘guessed’ correctly, that you’d been talking to him. But he can’t really hear them, or, well, he finds himself tuning them out, swallowing hard before he pushes to talk.

“Am I not allowed to enjoy the moment?” He asked, trying to ignore the weirdness of it all, keeping his tone light.

“I’m just surprised; it’s your music after all.”

“You like hearing my voice?” Despite the surprisingly cocky way with which he speaks, he regrets the words as soon as they leave his mouth, wincing internally. Of all the people he could have said that to...

“I never said that,” and though your own tone matched his, something teasing, something that could almost be misconstrued as flirty in the right circumstances, he’d heard the faint thread of discomfort, feeling it all too much himself. But your words, and thankfully your tone, was overshadowed by both Sykkuno and Sean jumping in to assure Corpse that they enjoyed hearing his voice.

“If you and Y/N ever collaborated, you know it’d break the internet, right?” Rae interjects, all kinds of smug and knowing, followed by a chorus of approving voices all broke out in unison as the rest of the lobby considered the possibility.

“Rae, you know our Twitter mentions are going to be going off for the next month now, don’t you?” You groaned.

“Maybe it’s a sign!” Rae exclaimed, delighted, before her tone turns teasing and fond, “and besides, aren’t your mentions always going off?”

[ID: The first four posts on Y/N’s Tumblr dashboard.

blueheart-anon hearing y/n and sean interact again after like 3 years unlocked memories like im a fucking sleeper agent. having war flashbacks to 2017′s ‘y/n is septiplier’s kid’ phase. how do i lock the memories up again im going to die of embarrassment why were we like that [tagged: #y/n #y/n y/l/n #jacksepticeye #sean mcloughlin #i WILL NOT add the ship tag i mentioned #blue talks] [7 notes] [▶️🗩↪️🖤]

fangloriousbastard ↪️fangloriousbastard fangloriousbastard Rae: Y/N & Corpse Collab When? Y/N: 🔪 - fangloriousbastard Y/N IMMEDIATELY MURDERING RAE AND THEN CORPSE I- - fangloriousbastard Y/N MUTTERING THE JACKSEPDICY LYRIC WHILE MURDERING HIM WTF IS HAPPENING?? - fangloriousbastard SYKKUNO NO BBY IM SO WORRIED - fangloriousbastard Y/N IM BEGGING U TO STOP SAYING CORPSE LYRICS BEFORE U KILL UR FRIENDS - fangloriousbastard WAIT WHAT Y/N AND SYKKUNO BOTH VOTING FOR THEMSELVES INSTEAD OF EACH OTHER - fangloriousbastard “ride or die guess im gonna die” y/N PLEASE U MET HIM YESTERDAY - fangloriousbastard y/n’s still listening to corpse’s music we love to see it - fangloriousbastard WAIT NO ZE KILLED SYKKUNO IN FRONT OF THEM AND THEY WON OMG SO MUCH IS HAPPENING DID THESE MOTHERFUCKERS QUOTE AN ACTUAL THE OFFICE MEME AT EACH OTHER - fangloriousbastard Y/N: YOU KILLED MY BOY Ze: you’ve known him A Day! Y/N: you don’t have all the facts Ze: which are? Y/N: I love him. Y/N: Not in a weird, shippy way tho, but like, come on, man, look at him! Sykkuno’s avatar: 🌱 👁👄👁 Sykkuno irl: 🥰 - fangloriousbastard ahem anyways corpse & y/n collab when? - y/n 🔪❤️ - fangloriousbastard 👁👄👁 - fangloriousbastard aren’t you supposed to be streaming?? [tagged: #HEWWO??? #among us lb #why do i only remember they’re following me when i post outrageously stupid content #btw y/n if u kill sean again i’ll cry] [43 notes] [▶️🗩↪️❤️]

fyahproof-y/n ↪️ selkiey/n selkiey/n y/n’s explicit ‘i love him but not in a weird shippy way’ is the LOUDEST fandom vague i’ve ever heard in my life [286 notes] [▶️🗩↪️❤️]

crpshsbnd ↪️ 221b-theres-a-bee crpshsbnd hope corpse is feeling okay he’s been kinda quiet this stream - 221b-theres-a-bee if someone suggested i make music with a grammy award winning artist i might be kind of quiet too - crpshsbnd asjdskldfjkdsf u right, still, hope that’s the reason. [tagged: #how do i always forget they won a grammy #actually i know why i keep forgetting #because every time i remember they won a grammy i remember the video where they jousted corndogs with joe sugg #and the winner had to deepthroat theirs for the camera #and y/n won but felt like an asshole for making joe deepthroat his corndog alone #and they ended up almost throwing up because they went too far with it #so hot #so talented #so very stupid sometimes] [3 notes] [▶️🗩↪️🖤]

Twitter is kind of a hellscape, Corpse decides, scrolling through his notifications as the stream’s winding down, seeing about a thousand different people tagging both you and him, asking for a collab, or seeing fit to show you both every single time one of you had mentioned the other in stream. Or had simply interacted. He’s not quite sure how to feel about hearing you mutter ‘make it rain, leave her wet, like a snowflake’. Unsurprisingly, a considerable few people had thought to clip the interaction where he’d apparently instinctively known you were talking to him, which he thoroughly regrets. There’s enough speculation about him online already, he doesn’t need people cluing into the fact that he might not be entirely human as well.

So now, he’s sitting idle in the lobby of the game as everyone’s thanking each other, discussing when they might get together to stream again; he’s quiet, disconnected from it all even though he knows he’s still live, he can’t help but stare at his phone, frown at your Twitter profile. You’re not following each other. A lot of his friends follow you, are mutuals with you, but you and he are not following each other, and he’s not sure if he’d like to change that. But it would make sense, right? It’s what’s expected.

Your pinned tweet is the single you released yesterday, which he still hasn’t listened to. The cover is cute; you’re - fuck. He refreshes the page. In the few moments since he’d clicked on your profile and now, you’d tweeted, thanking everyone for joining the stream, while you’re still in his ear, alongside everyone else, distinctly not addressing him. Maybe he should DM you, be upfront, ask about what you are, if his suspicions are true.

He hits the back button and goes back to scrolling through his mentions.

“Hey.” Your voice, soft and earnest despite that warmth that crackles through him; he’s half distracted, hand moving instinctively to push-to-talk, and -

“Yeah?” God fucking damn it. Not again. He’s really gotta stop answering on instinct just because he knows you’re talking to him. He hates that he knows.

“Good to meet you, Corpse,” and there was a strange sincerity in your voice, and he responds in kind, but his heart’s not in it. There’s too much on his mind, too conflicted in his heart to tell the truth; his own words makes his ears ring. He can’t even lie to himself.

So he says his goodbyes, waits for the lobby to clear out and chatters away to his stream about when he might be on next. Upon ending the stream, he immediately opens the latest email from his producer, his latest project glaring back at him from the screen.

Yes, his various ailments have his body aching, but the interactions he’s had with you are giving him a headache when he thinks too hard about them, and he feels woefully unproductive. Never Satisfied stares back at him, so close to being finished, mocking him. Scowling harder, he listens to what he has so far, making tweaks and notes, glad for the distraction, glad that his producer had as chaotic of a sleep schedule as he did. This was the home stretch; one more all-nighter and it would finally be done.

He texts Heartful that he’s getting to work.

It’s four in the morning when he finally stops for a break, his good eye starting to itch from staring at a screen for so long. With a yawn, he leans forward, out of his chair, groaning as he straightens up to a mostly standing position. Hands braced against the edge of his desk, he lets out a resigned sigh and wills his wings into existence. The weight of them curled up tight against his back, as was customary for them to be when non-corporeal, has him leaning a little further forward. Another yawn and he lets them uncurl, lets them stretch out behind him, knocking over an empty microphone stand as they went. He’d get that later. A grateful groan escapes him, it’s been far too long since he’d even had a half-assed stretch like this, wings helping to stretch all the aching muscles in his back that were simply impossible to stretch otherwise, no matter how much he’d twist. Even so, his studio wasn’t big enough to properly stretch them, and he really didn’t feel like laying on his living room floor right now; he’s kind of concerned he’d just fall asleep there. Instead, he kicks his chair to the side and hits shuffle on one of his Spotify playlists, doing what he can for himself in the limited space, and finally going to forage through his cupboards for something resembling a meal. Maybe drink water, Rae’s damn voice in his head.

At least with his wings around he didn’t need to bother turning on any lights; he’s gotta find joy in the little things.

Today, or well, the past twenty-four hours, was a series of cruel jokes, he decides, all leading to the moment he curls up his wings and sits back down at his desk. The moment he puts his headphones back on, he’s greeted by your voice, and he almost jumps a foot in the air, concerned that you’d called him.

"- who I became, dreading when the music stops, what if I just fade away?” In the split second he’s realised that it was just a song, just your voice, crooning, gentle and sad against a soft beat and the sound of rain, as i’m going through some stuff playing in his ears, it’s too late. Already his aura had gone off, and his computer cuts out, as his monitor cuts to darkness, so suddenly all he can see is his own, exhausted reflection in the monitor, backlit by his own wings... Not exactly flattering.

Thankfully, it was only his computer that was affected, as he can still hear his refrigerator humming in the other room, so he wedges himself beneath his desk to reset the breaker for the power board that his whole system was connected to, grumbling to himself the whole time.

If he was being honest, however, he was glad he didn’t have to hear more than a few seconds of your song. For a long time it had been one of his favourites, though at this point he’d rather die than admit that. Yes, it’s a good song, but it’s the last thing he needs to hear right now. If he listened to you voice half the fears he still tried to ignore, well right now it may kill him, and he was so close to being finished with Never Satisfied. So close.

Instead, he gives himself the moment in which his system is rebooting to scroll through Twitter and Instagram on his phone, checking his mentions for good fanart to appreciate, only to stumble across one of your stan accounts tagging both you and him in a clip that he hadn’t seen earlier. He’s not sure what possesses him to click it.

“Don’t follow me baby, swear I’m going to hell,” Corpse’s own words leave your lips as you’re focused on the game, on being imposter, leading Sykkuno into electrical to fix lights, and something about it sounds wrong and he can’t quite put his finger on it. He’d heard other lines of his leave your mouth, clips from the stream he’d been tagged in, and it always manages to surprise him. When you sing his songs, even just a little bit, something in the back of his mind, something that had appreciated you as an artist all this time, it’s grateful, it’s excited, it’s overwhelmed. He wouldn’t deny that part of himself, he couldn’t, it didn’t feel right, but upon hearing this line, that grateful part was overshadowed by a visceral bitterness.

The line had been a moment of self deprecation, the only Angel he knew of who, granted it was by some of his own choices, was almost certainly going to Hell, if you believe in that sort of thing of course. But you? Every single part of you seemed to be the exact antithesis to him; you’re what an Angel should be, and him? Well, the line said it all really. It’s just... it feels like you’re mocking him at every turn now that he knows, or well, strongly suspects. With evidence. Which you’re probably not; if you’re an Angel, you wouldn’t go out of your way to mock another angel, so now he’s all in his head, frustrated at himself for being frustrated at you for just... liking his song?

He really should message you about earlier, clear things up, get out of his own mind and stop jumping to conclusions. Finding another angel was big, no matter his personal reservations, he should try and take this opportunity, right? Except that you hadn’t reached out to him either.

Damn it; he knows he needs to stop thinking about you and focus on his own shit. He turns off his phone and gently tosses it to the floor, out of sight out of mind.

Maybe he’ll feel better when he finishes his song, feel more productive, feel... complete for just a few moments. Maybe he’d stop comparing himself to you. Maybe.

[ID: Two tweets, one from @sp00kybihh, and one from @yourtwitter, followed by a retweet and reply conversation between @ashton5sos, @yourtwitter, and @y/nirwin.

@sp00kybihh: why did y/n’s smile every time corpse just knew they were talking to him without them having to say anythign make me feel things?? u no we love day 1 ride-or-die y/nkunno, but corpse & y/n just seem to get each other wtf 🥺🥺

@yourtwitter: australians are asleep post forbidden youngblood cover

(Thumbnail of Y/N sitting in front of the camera, dressed casually, visible from the chest up. There is a black microphone on a stand in front of them that they’re holding. Their mouth is open, as if halfway through singing, their eyes are closed, their background is a simple, white wall. Above Y/N, in black, VCR font, is the word ‘youngblood’. There is a large play button in blue and white in the middle of the thumbnail, to indicate that it is a link to a video.

Link: youngblood - 5 seconds of summer | y/n y/l/n cover i miss my boys. i miss people. thank you 5sos for being cool about me covering this <3</i> twitter: @yourtwitter 🔗youtube.com)

@ashton5sos retweeted the link and commented: Y/N you said it was gonna be low effort, this is killer! All it’s missing is some drums. Reminds me, I’m still sad we never got to record that thing we wrote in New York. | @yourtwitter: ASHTON IT IS 8AM I HAVE HAD NO SLEEP AND WAS NOT EXPECTING SUCH A QUICK RESPONSE I WOULD DIE FOR YOU | @yourtwitter: also lmfao i forgot about that ny thing that was good, from what i remember. do u still have that recording of us?? i may or may not have forgotten everything about that night apart from it being a blast #bringbacknewyork | @ashton5sos: Calum has it but also its 2am and he’s asleep, which you should also do. You know the boys are gonna love this... #bringbacknewyork | @y/nirwin: thank u both i have decided to pass away effective immediately #bringbacknewyork

End ID.]

#corpse #corpse husband #corpse husband imagine #corpse imagine #corpse x reader #corpse husband x reader #sykkuno #jacksepticeye #valkyrae #how the light gets in #shut ur pretty mouth #cyltlanp

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rjhpandapaws · 4 years ago

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Orignal Work, Reed900, Murder Case - Man and Woman, YK Model Found, Truama, Nicholas, Case Closed, To Be Decommissioned, Taken In By Pair, Recovery

//Feelings. This may get its own full length work at some point bc I loved writing it //Cw for homicide, child trauma and the things that come with that, and a graphic-ish depiction of violence.

This case was one that neither Gavin or Richard had seen before. Normally something like this would be handled by Hank and Connor but they were working a high profile serial killer case and couldn’t spare the time or manpower which left the other human android detective duo. Gavin was looking over the crime scene as Richard scanned it looking for evidence. He was about to interface with the deactivated YK500 model but as soon as he touched the smaller android the little boy’s eyes fluttered open and locked on Richard wide and full of panic. One eye was a deep forest green and the other was shut off from damage. He squeezed Richard’s arm tight enough that if it had been Gavin it would have bruised. Richard let the skin on his arm fall away and called for Gavin as the interface started. “Gavin, we’ve got a survivor in here!” He called before he allowed the interface, the last thing he heard before he was pulled under was Gavin’s rushed footsteps coming into the room.

YK500 531-213-41 Designation: Nicholas is requesting contact: Y/N Y Interface initiated

Nicholas: are my parents okay? Richard: We have people helping them Richard: Can you tell me what happened here?

He felt echoes of Nicholas’s panic as the memories travelled through the interface. He had seen the whole thing, and screamed so the killer had gone for him next, they were human by the looks of it and the fact that the blood left at the crime scene was red. They cut the interface soon after and Richard let go of Nicholas, but the child model was still clinging to him. When Richard was fully aware of himself again he motioned Gavin over, he was better with kids. “This is my friend Gavin, he’s also a detective he’s gonna ask you some questions while I check on your parents.” The child model turned his head so he could see Gavin, he gave the detective a once over before moving to cling to the human detective. Richard looked at Gavin, “I don’t know that he can speak so let him interface with your work tablet or phone please.” Gavin nodded and Richard headed back to the main crime scene.

He scanned it for more evidence now that the cursory scan was over and they had found Nicholas, he wanted to go over the crime scene with a fine toothed comb to find everything he could. He sampled evidence, scanned the room again, and ran reconstructions. He came away with three DNA profiles, two belonging to the victims and the third from their biological son who was in his thirties, the same man from Nicholas’s memory.. He was returning to Gavin when he heard the detective yelled. “Get some fucking techs in here! Nick is crashing!” Gavin’s voice shook, he was angry and was fighting off tears. Richard ran the rest of the way. He skidded to a halt in front of the YK model. “Gavin, if we get asked about this, it’s for the case. Nicholas is living evidence okay.” Gavin was rightfully confused. Richard kneeled down and forced an interface with Nicholas.

Richard: Don’t be afraid, I am going to back up your memories okay Nicholas: I don’t want to go! I want to stay until my mom and dad get back! Richard: Let me do this okay? You’ll be taken care of I promise. He felt Nicholas hesitate for a moment before he gave Richard access to his memories. He was as gentle as possible as he took them, saving them to a locked file simply titled ‘nick’. The techs arrived a short time before he finished and Gavin kept them at bay with the evidence argument. Richard pulled away once he was done and they took his place. They didn’t have anything else they could do here. They did have a suspect by the name of Jacob Hall to track down. Richard was working on getting the warrant for his arrest, using some of Nicholas’s memories and the evidence from the crime scene. the fact that a child’s life was on the line expedited the process. When he received the warrant he emailed it to Gavin, and worked on tracking down Jacob’s last known address. Gavin let him work in silence, but he could see something was eating at him Richard could tell. Normally he would wait for Gavin to say what was bothering him, but the android had a feeling he already knew. “He’s going to be okay Gavin, I have a back up of his memories so even if the technicians can’t get him back online we can find another model to upload him to.” He heard Gavin sigh. “That’s not the point Rich, he’s only hanging on because he thinks he’ll get to see his parents again.” Gavin said quietly, his voice was quiet and unsteady, “There is no one left here to look after him. Would it really be worth it to wake him at all?” “We’re here aren’t we?” Richard asked, “We could always look after him.” “Richard, Nicholas is a whole ass child, he is going to stay a whole ass child unless he decides he wants to be part of the Growing Up program,” Gavin sounded like he was making plans, like he was considering it, “He’s gonna be shut down if no body claims him. I couldn’t let that happen.” “Take a left up here detective.” Richard interrupted. “Raising a kid isn’t like taking care of a cat.” Gavin sighed, “What if he hates us?” “I don’t think he will.” Richard reassured as he placed a steady hand over Gavin’s on the steering wheel. “If we get in trouble for this I’m blaming you.” Richard nodded, before something caught his eye out his window, “Gavin I need you to either slow down or pull over.” “What?” Gavin was snapped out of his thoughts by Richard unbuckling and reaching for the door, “Richard we are going 50!” “That’s why I need you to slow down detective, I saw the suspect, I will send you my location when I have him apprehended.” Richard replied opening his door. “Richard what the fuck!” Was all Richard heard as he rolled out of the car, when he came to a stop, he stood and followed the suspect. When he was close enough he announced his presence, “Detroit Police, I would like to speak with you for a moment.” Jacob broke into a run, so did Richard. The android had an easier time navigating the terrain than the human did and soon had him in cuffs. He pinged Gavin and the detective showed up a short time later serving the warrant and read him his rights.

The interrogation was a struggle for them both, Gavin was livid and let it show, and Richard was struggling not to do the same. He was supposed to be the reasonable one, he was the android but, this was something else. None of them had done anything wrong. Gavin was getting close to his breaking point, child cases were hard for any detective, but they hit a little too close to home for both Gavin and Hank. Jacob was also spitting a lot of android remarks that were getting under Gavin’s skin. About a year and a half ago he had shared those sentiments. “Detective, why don’t you take a break, go catch your breath.” Gavin looked like he wanted to argue, but it seemed to dawn on him that this wasn’t a suggestion, “Get yourself some coffee. I could use some thirium while your there.” “Alright,” Gavin responded as he got up to leave, “If you need me I’ll be on the other side of the glass.” He was almost to the door when Jacob piped off again, “So you let it order you around then? Some detective you are.” Gavin turned to start a fight and Richard stopped him by grabbing his shoulders and blocking the detective’s path with his body, “Gavin, it’s not worth it, go catch your breath.” The android whispered. Gavin wilted a little but left the interrogation room to go take a breather. Richard turned and took the seat across from Jacob at the table and gave a sinister grin, “I know you don’t like androids, and that works fine for me because I don’t like most humans. Here’s the thing though; I’m not the one of us that is going to need to leave the room to maintain bodily function, I can sit here until you decide to talk. So we can talk about why you decided to kill your parents and adopted younger brother, or we can have the world’s longest staring contest.” “It wasn’t my brother.” Jacob said curtly after Richard had finished. “I moved out and they replaced me with a robot child so they could still feel useful.” Richard grit his teeth, “So you killed them? Why not steal Nicholas?” He hated suggesting that, “Why did it have to be murder?” “They replaced me!” Jacob shouted, “I left for college, to pursue dreams of my own and they just buy another kid! One that won’t grow up, never rebel, never disobey, and never leave. Why bother with your independent human son when you have a little play thing that would never grow up?” “So you murdered your parents and little brother, because you were jealous?” Richard asked again, deliberately using the title for Nicholas, because as long as Jacob was mad he would talk. “That little scrap heap wasn’t my brother, it was my replacement!” He snapped, “They all had it coming, but especially that little toy.” Richard leaned forward, he could feel the confession coming. “I knew where he was the whole time you know.” Jacob said with a sinister smile, “There’s this table in the entry where with a cabinet under it in the entry way, I used to hide there too. I let him see what I did to my parents as i took them from him. Let him see what I was going to do to him. Show him what he had caused.” Jacob paused, he didn’t seem to realize he was referring to Nicholas by male pronouns and Richard wasn’t about to tell him. “Then he had to fucking scream. Someone heard him so i had to be quick, I couldn’t to what I wanted to so I just beat his head against the stairs until he shut off. He was crying the whole time, like it actually hurt him. Like he could feel it.” Richard felt sick, which was quite a feat considering as he didn’t have any organs. Rage boiled beneath the surface, but he kept his temperament in check, “You are aware that legally speaking androids are people right? Despite what your personal opinion might dictate. So if Nicholas cannot be saved you are going to be booked on three counts of first degree murder.” Richard stood and nodded toward the two way mirror, “Thank you for the full confession though, it makes our job a lot easier.” Jacob was still puttering with anger as Richard left. Gavin met him in the hall and looked at him with concern. “Your LED is red.” He answered Richard’s unspoken question, “Turned as soon as you left the room.” Richard took the offered bottle of thirium and opened it, “Fifty stab wounds between the two of them all because they wanted another kid. He beat Nicholas’s head against the stairs until he went into emergency shut down and just left him there.” This was Richard’s first case involving a child, and he was starting to see why the other officers hated them so much. They hurt.

Three days later they got the call about Nicholas, he was fully repaired and ready for his memories to be reuploaded. If nobody claimed him after the trial he would be decommissioned. They were ready, they had papers for temporary custody of him while they waited on the adoption papers to come through. They went to the android hospital. Nicholas was in a bed and in stasis. His synthskin was on and he looked peaceful like this. Now that parts of his face were not chipped off and missing. Richard approached the bed and let the skin of his hand fall away. He apologized to the quiet room before he started the memory transfer. When it completed Nicholas woke himself up screaming and Richard was quick to try and soothe him. They were still connected so he send waves of calm and comfort over the link until the fearful pained cry settled onto sniffles and sobs. He sat on the bed and hugged the child model to him. “They aren’t coming back are they?” Nicholas asked once he was able to speak, “Humans don’t get to come back.” Nicholas sniffled again and his breathing stuttered before he spoke again, “You are going to have me talk at the trial and then I am going to be shut down because no one wants a damaged kid.” Gavin spoke before Richard did, “Remember what I said to you on the couch kiddo? That I wasn’t gonna let anyone else hurt you. That means Cyberlife too. Richard and I signed some papers so you can come stay with us after this.” Nicholas turned to look at Gavin, and Richard noticed their eyes were pretty close in color, “Do you promise?” “I cross my heart.” He came to sit on the other side of Nicholas. “You’ll be here for a couple more days, so they can make sure that you’re alright, and then on Friday we’ll be able to bring you home with us.” Nicholas seemed happy with that and relaxed between the two of them. They visited him every day until Friday. They took that day off and took Nicholas home in the morning and stayed with him as he roamed the house. The weekend went by without too much trouble. The weeks leading up to the trial were a little rough. Nicholas would have panic attacks if he was left alone, so one of them would have to call off to stay home with him, and if that didn’t work he would come to the station with them. The trail was thankfully short but it was hard on Nicholas. Hearing that he was the cause of his parents death in Jacob’s eyes dug up things that the little android had kept buried, and it took months to get him to open up again.

It was two years later when he came to Gavin and Richard and asked to be put in the Growing Up program, he wanted to experience life to the fullest. He had said they were his family, and for the first time since he had deviated, Richard cried. They all had, but it was a sure sign that things were looking up. It would be a rough road ahead, agreeing to grow up wasn’t going to fix anything, but he wanted to be come a man that his mom and dad would have been proud of. He didn’t quite see Gavin and Ricard as parents, but they were his family and he loved them.

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honeymoonjin · 6 years ago

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bts reaction - a video of the two of you goes viral

A/N: requested by a lovely anon :)

JIN

the two of you were always cooking together at the boys’ dorm so you didn’t think any different when some of the others asked you to make them some dinner

little did the two of you know that jungkook and hobi were conspiring against you by placing a little camera they had borrowed off staff and filming the whole thing

as normal, the two of you found your rhythm in preparing and cooking several meats and vegetables, completely unaware that your every movement was being live-streamed on v-live

as you waited for the hot water on the stove to boil, you snuck over and slid yourself under Jin’s arm so that he was trapping you against the bench

“i can’t see the carrots anymore, honey”

“oh, jinnie, who cares about carrots when your beautiful girlfriend is in front of you”

weirdly enough, just like jin loves complimenting himself, he also loves it when you’re confident about your own looks, and you know how to use that to your advantage

jin smiles sweetly down at you and leans in for a kiss, murmuring against your lips “mmm, you’re right, those boys can make themselves dinner for once, i’m in the mood for a little private eatjin”

just as he begins to start grinding his hips against you, jungkook scrambles into the kitchen, just about slipping in his socks

“hyung stop! stop!”

you watch in bewilderment as he opens a slightly ajar cupboard and pulls out a camera, which was pointing straight at you

“what’s going on?”

jungkook waves at the camera with a little laugh and then looks back up at you “we just wanted to prank you guys, but then you had to go and do...that. eugh, it’s burned onto my retinas now”

you blink in shock but your boyfriend doesn’t seem nearly as surprised. “jin..?”

“i saw the red light beeping when i went to get the chopping board”

“you knEW? and you still were going to-”

jin grins cheekily “i wanted to show off my beautiful girlfriend, is that so wrong?”

you keep a neutral face, but you can’t help but blush. “...fine, but let’s continue this show in private, okay?”

YOONGI

when it came to righting serenades to lovers, rap wasn’t generally the best medium

yoongi knew that, so for a while he had been asking jin in secret to help him improve his singing

he knew his hyung had been through trying to learn everything, and he was a great teacher

now, yoongi sat you down on his lap as he sat at the piano, delicate hands wiping down the keys nervously

he’s set up a little camera in the corner because he wanted to record the audio as a demo to send to namjoon, but he couldn’t track down the voice recorder, so a decent camera was just easier

he can just convert it to an audio file later anyway

you lean back and crane your neck around to watch him, but he pushes you back softly so that you’re eyes aren’t on him

he’s nervous as fuck, okay? he’s way out of his comfort zone here

his voice is quiet and a little wobbly but there’s a genuinity there, and it sounds so beautiful with the piano to accompany it

the lyrics are beautiful, and as you feel yourself fall in love with him more and more, you wish you could see his face right now, but you obediently watch him manipulate the white ivory instead

luckily, or perhaps unluckily, a couple of weeks later namjoon accidentally uploads the video version instead of the mp3 version on the official twitter, and it immediately goes viral

you watch it yourself, melting at the way yoongi’s eyes barely glance at the keys as he sings, fixated on you

the song is messed with a little before the release of the next album, but when he performs it in concert, the whole audience sings with him

after hearing the lyrics and seeing the real love that it stemmed from, army have taken it on board as the official song of their love towards BTS

yoongi is over the moon that people have really connected with his song, but still, the best performance of it he ever gave was that first time, when it was just him, you, and the piano

HOSEOK

you can’t dance

you know this. hobi knows this. the rest of bangtan won’t let you forget it.

but unlike the other members who just laugh at your awkward attempts to mimic their choreo during sound check, hobi wants you to be able to enjoy the thing that he loves so much, so he takes it upon himself to teach you

unfortunately, bighit smell profit like blood in the water, and they decide hobi should start doing it as a hope on the street series

so every second tuesday, like clockwork, army get to enjoy a video of (in your c o r r e c t opinion) the hottest guy on the planet deal with the dancing equivalent of a trainwreck

“honestly, seokie, just give up now. it’s been three months and my dancing still looks like i’m fighting a ghost and losing”

“i told you if you stopped flailing so much and just slowed down your arm movements you’d be much better!”

“didn’t you say i should find something that made me unique?!”

and so the sixth episode of this special edition of hope on the street becomes you and hobi pettily arguing and making zero progress

fans in particular tweet a million times about the moment that hoseok gives up, chases you around the studio and then tackles you and straddles you, forcing your surrender

it’s a very suggestive position, so you kinda can’t blame them, but now the problem is that army won’t shut up about getting more of it

they want you to suffer so that they can see how sexy hoseok looks when he gets angry

because holy fuck is he sexy when he gets angry

episode nine has him slapping you in the ass every time you miss your cue

episode eleven features him manhandling you into position when you insist you’re too tired to dance

maybe one day you’ll improve but for now you’re destined to showcase your lack of ability on an international scale with your unbelievably talented boyfriend

NAMJOON

unfortunately as namjoon’s girlfriend, your viral video moment isn’t as pg

namjoon is a real horndog, so it’s become pretty run of the mill for you two to send pictures back and forth

normally it’s on snapchat so that there’s no trace

but namjoon tells you he wants a video he can keep before he goes on tour, so he asks you to send one on your basic messaging service, that way he can save it to his camera roll

namjoon is doing a fanmeet, and they’re playing a game where one of the members streams their phone to the screen behind them and the fans have to guess who it is

most of the other members use mirroring, where the whole screen shows up exactly as it is on the phone, so namjoon assumes its all or nothing

he does his, and once he’s done instead of turning it off like he thinks he has (because his screen is no longer showing up) he’s just turned it to the setting where only videos stream

the fanmeeting is boring af (no offense army) but maybe it’s just because namjoon is missing you rn

he pulls out his phone to take a sneak peek at the video, making sure volume is down, but then your moans blast through the speakers

yup. namjoon is streaming a video of you getting off to the entire hall

fuck fuckfuckfuckfuckfcufkcufckuckfuk

his heart is beating so hard in his chest and his fingers shake as he desperately tries to mess with the settings and stop the video playing, but by the time he does, the whole room is chaos

fans are screaming and squealing and the members are either crying with laughter or look like they just want the ground to swallow them whole

namjoon is certainly the latter

but he laughs awkwardly, apologizes and tries to change the subject

army feel kinda bad for him and the way his cheeks are bright bright red so they let him move on, but you best believe shaky hand-cam videos of namjoon freaking out while his girlfriend’s sex tape plays on the big screen are going viral for MONTHS

JIMIN

in this case, it’s not a single video, but rather a compilation, that goes viral

we been knew that jimin is a slut for attention but one dedicated army scrounged up clips from all over the internet to put together a twelve minute-long video of all the moments of jimin being a needy boyfriend

there’s an entire three-minute section dedicated to his heart-eyes stare when you’re not watching

there’s a low quality video of you which all fans of bts have seen a million times where jimin straight-up grabs your hand and puts it over his dick behind stage after their comeback show

about a million different instances of him feeling you up as a way for you to stop what you were doing and look at him

and then of course there was a supercut of moments from the various Bangtan Bombs you had featured in where he whines and pouts and wiggles his shoulders when you’re chatting with namjoon and not him

the two of you see the video when you keep getting tagged, and while it just makes jimin even more whiny, you have a good laugh over it

in fact, you take it upon yourself to start tweeting some screenshots of jimin being needy, exposing him yourself

“it’s tiring being the girlfriend of an idol, but it’s even more tiring when it’s jiimin!” you tweet

of course, jimin’s feelings are a liiiittle hurt and you have to make it up to him for weeks

(and don’t think the fans don’t notice how jimin suddenly starts acting like he has the biggest dick in town)

(they’re well aware some shit has gone down every time he comes out from backstage only to have red cheeks and a dopey grin)

TAEHYUNG

this is 100% percent tae’s fault

he thought it would be fucking hilarious to post the drunken voicemail you had left him one night when you were out partying with your girls

to be fair, if it was anyone else but you, you would’ve laughed too

but that’s your voice in bubbling sobs confessing your undying love to him so it is most certainly Not Funny, thank you very much

“...and i hope you get a good sleep because you deserve it and i hope that you know how much i love you because when i look at you it’s like all the stars left the sky and they’re in your eyes and you’re so beautiful and i love you so much and sometimes it hurts me inside because you’re so wonderful and magical and. oh also, did we get milk the other day? we’re almost out of milk i think. anyway i just called to let you know i’m staying over at unnie’s place so don’t wait up. okay i love you. no, you hang up first! oh, you don’t wanna hang up on me because you looooooove me too much! goodniiight baby”

and then a solid 43 seconds of you breathing because you forgot to actually hang up, and eventually the recording stops

army think it’s the cutest thing in the world, and tae does too, but of all the beautiful things you’ve done for him in private he chooses to share the drunk one? just rude

#[your ship name]needmilk is the new trending hashtag, and army literally start bringing milk cartons to fanmeetings, telling tae to give it to you

you have too much milk, and not enough dignity

you tell fans this on twitter and then #toomuchmilk replaces it

next time you get drunk, you are determined not to call tae

JUNGKOOK

of all the things you could do with your time, become anonymous amateur porn-stars probably wasn’t the most productive or advisable

but being an idol had given jungkook both a desire to do something without being recognized as the maknae from BTS, and simultaneously a huge fetish for exhibitionism

he’s a performer, it’s in his blood, so why fuck when you can fuck and have people get off to you? that’s what he figures, so the two of you create an account

you’re obviously extremely careful about not showing your faces, and the current system you have set up is putting down a strip of tape on the bed (or wherever you’re fucking as it most certainly varies) where the edge of camera shot reaches

you keep your heads above that line, and no one can see a thing

you also try to keep out any identifying materials in the shot like clothes you’ve worn in public before, or the many figurines jungkook has lying around

maybe what makes the eventual discovery even worse is how long it takes

nobody finds out for well over a year, so there’s a preeetty hefty backlog of videos

in the end, it’s your own stupid mistake that gives it away

jungkook shoots a v-live shortly after the two of you film a video of you two doing it in his studio

you had cleared out the wall so it was just plain black, and even brought in a chair from a different room so that no one for whatever reason would recognise jungkook’s gaming chair

but he’s so blissed out from you riding him and giving him one of the best orgasms of his life that he makes a rookie mistake

he forgets to take off the blue masking tape that lies in a rough square on the wall

when he returns his studio back to the way it was and goes live, one army who clearly was also a fan of your porn videos notices the tape and mentions it in the comments

soon enough the numbers of the chat peak and fall crazily as fans leave the live to go check the pornsite and your most recent vid, and come back to compare it to his studio

jungkook tries to pretend like he’s not noticing the stream of comments talking about how hot he looks and how good his moans sound, but he realises he never wanted it to be this way

he wanted to keep this and his videos separate, and now he’s made an irreversible mistake

he shuts off the v-live without warning and runs down to namjoon’s room in tears, asking what to do

in the end the issue is resolved by deleting the channel immediately, and very few people actually thought to take anything more than a screenshot, but jungkook knows he won’t be seen as a baby boy maknae ever again

(namjoon also realizes that for the past five months he’s been unwittingly jacking it religiously to jungkook fucking his girlfriend)

(he doesn’t tell jungkook this)

#bts smut #bts reaction #bts fic #bts x reader

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samsexualdeancurious · 5 years ago

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Thanks For Listening | Chapter 1

Square: Free Space

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Words: 8,498

Warnings: hurt!Reader, pining, eventual smut, dirty talk, voice!kink, unprotected sex.

Summary: Sam hosts two podcasts - a secret one for hunters called the War Room and a public one with fellow hunter Y/N called Criminal History. Y/N and Sam have never seen each other, let alone met, but that doesn’t stop Sam from worrying when Y/N suddenly goes missing.

Betaed by @manawhaat

Written for @spnkinkbingo

Header by me and Mana

Masterlist - AO3

You rest your elbows on the cheap motel table, leaning on it as you speak into the microphone. "Chief, you've heard my thoughts on this. What do you think?"

There's a pause, the same little dramatic one Sam does every time, and then that rich voice you adore says, "I think he's guilty as hell."

You can't suppress a small laugh at Sam's straight-forward statement. "Well, folks, the Chief has spoken - and the jury has, too. Guilty. As. Hell. Keith Hunter Jesperson, A.K.A. the Happy Face Killer, was sentenced to life without parole and is currently housed in Oregon State Penitentiary. If you want to hear another side of this story, I recommend the podcast Happy Face, which is hosted by Melissa Moore, Jesperson's daughter. Anything else you want to add?"

"Definitely check out that Happy Face podcast, guys. It's a great one."

"Thanks, Chief. Until next time, then, folks. This is Criminal History. Thanks for listening."

You sit back from the mic, both you and Sam leaving a moment of silence where Sam can later cut the recording and add in the outro music.

"How was that?" you ask. "Think we need to go again?"

"No, you were great," Sam assures you. "You always are. You know that."

Your cheeks warm at the compliment. "I know," you say, putting on a little bit of a playfully cocky tone. "I just like hearing you say it."

Sam laughs and your stomach does happy flips. "Fine," he teases. "I see how it is. You're just using me for my voice."

"You caught me," you say with enough playfulness in your voice to hopefully combat the heat in your cheeks, even though Sam can't see that.

You find yourself staring longingly at the computer screen, wishing for the hundredth time today alone that you could see Sam's face. But, unfortunately, voice recordings are easier on shitty motel WiFi than video calls are.

“If you think we’ve got everything we need, I’m gonna stop my recording,” you continue, pushing past your wandering thoughts.

“We’re good. Go ahead and stop the recording.”

You do just that, saving the file and uploading it to a file sharing service Sam found. “File’s uploading now. We’ll see how long it takes on this motel WiFi. I’m surprised we didn’t have any connection issues. The WiFi really sucked earlier.”

“Gotta love motel WiFi. What episode number is this?”

“47 according to my notes,” you reply. “We’re not even to 50 and you’re already losing track?”

“I’m running two podcasts. There’s only so much my brain can handle.”

“What? Sam Winchester’s brain has a limit? Alert the media.”

You can practically hear his eyes rolling. “Ha ha. You still chasing that vamp nest?”

“Unfortunately. I’m gonna meet up with Allen Burton tomorrow. He caught wind of the nest moving south past Moab.”

“Allen. I’m not familiar with that name. He’s experienced?”

“Not as experienced as I would prefer but everyone else is caught up in something or on the other end of the country, and I’m not waiting around for these bastards to kill anyone else.”

Sam makes a soft, displeased sound. “Be careful, okay?”

Your heart warms at the concern in Sam’s voice and you try to play it off with a little joking. “Always am.”

Sam doesn’t fall for your change of tone, though. “Y/N. Please. Vampires are no joke.”

“I know. I’ll be careful,” you promise, suddenly eager to reassure him.

“Call or text me when you’ve got the nest wrapped up?”

“Of course.”

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Sam is reluctant to end the call. He always is. Y/N is just so easy to talk to, which is part of why they make such good co-hosts. Recording their weekly episodes are one of the highlights of his week.

He reaches over and flicks the switch on the wall behind his desk - the one connected to the “Quiet Please. Recording in Progress” sign and the red light above his office door. This was his own special addition to this room and the wiring was a giant pain in the ass but it was definitely worth it to minimize the sounds in the hall outside.

Someone knocks on the door as soon as the sign and light are turned off. “Come in,” he calls, saving his own audio file to a folder he’ll download Y/N’s to once it’s uploaded.

“Ya done in here?” Dean asks, poking his head in.

“Done with Criminal History,” Sam tells him, spinning his chair around. Another worthwhile investment, his nice desk chair. “Still gotta record an interview for the War Room.”

“I’m Sam Winchester,” Dean says in a gruff voice, stepping fully into the room. “Welcome to the War Room.”

Sam rolls his eyes. “I don’t sound like that.”

“You totally sound like that.”

“Do you have a reason for being here or are you just being annoying?”

Dean holds up a plate Sam didn’t notice he had. “Dinner.”

“Have I really been in here that long?” Sam asks, happily accepting the plate to find that Dean made chicken and rice with chipotle green onion gravy.

“You sure have. You and Y/N must’ve been a coupla of old Chatty Cathy’s today.”

“Yeah, it took us a while to get going,” Sam admits around a bite of food.

“What’s she been up to?”

“Still tracking that vamp nest. It’s moved into southern Utah now and she’s gonna meet up with another hunter, some guy named Allen, to finally take care of it. Well, that’s what she’s hoping for, at least.”

“You two gonna hang out once she wraps that case up?”

Dean shoots Sam a wink and Sam responds with a glare. That only prompts his brother to laugh.

“Seriously, Sammy,” Dean says. “You’ve been digital pen pals for over a year. It’s about time you finally meet.”

Dean’s right and Sam knows he is, but it’s his duty as the younger brother to never admit it. Truthfully, Sam’s dying to meet Y/N. As hunters, they’re both a little paranoid about new people and despite knowing each other for so long, they’ve never actually video chatted, let alone met in person. He trusts Y/N, though. He feels like he really knows who she is, after all their texting and phone calls pre-podcast, all the time they spend just talking ‘off the clock’, and the hours of recorded chat he sometimes edits down into bonus episodes.

In all honesty, Sam likes Y/N. He likes her a lot. He’d never tell her that, though. They’ve got a good thing going and he doesn’t want to ruin that with his own mess of feelings when it’s so much easier to just keep things to himself.

“We’ll see,” is all Sam gives his brother. He drains his water bottle washing down a mouthful of rice and shakes the empty container at Dean. “Can you go fill this?”

“I’m not your butler,” Dean grumbles even as he takes the water bottle.

“Thank you!” Sam calls after him, spinning to put his plate on the desk and really go to town on his dinner. It’s a simple recipe but a delicious one, if a little spicy.

Dean returns with the water bottle just as Sam is scraping his plate clean.

“You’re the best,” Sam says, happily accepting the bottle in exchange for the plate.

“Yeah, yeah,” Dean replies. “Don’t you forget it.”

“I won’t. Now get out so I can record.”

As soon as the door is closed behind Dean, Sam flicks his sign on again and swings over to his microphone. He drinks a little water to clear his throat, checks the clock to see that he has a few minutes left until his guest hunter calls, and hits the record button. A thirty-second wait for white noise and then he leans in a little closer to the microphone than he usually does for Criminal History.

“I’m Sam Winchester,” he says, unable to resist being just a little dramatic. “Welcome to the War Room.”

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Y/N texts Sam right up until she and Allen are headed out to where they think the vamps are hiding, three days after they’d first met up.

She doesn’t text Sam after that.

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"You've reached Y/N. I'm probably off having more fun than you are. Leave a message."

Sam signs, scrubbing a hand over his face as he enters the bunker kitchen. "Y/N, it's Sam. Again. Please call me as soon as you can." He hangs up, tapping his phone against his hand as he fights the urge to call again.

"She still not answering?" Dean asks from where he's standing at the stove frying bacon.

Sam shakes his head and shoved his phone in his pocket. "It's been almost a week. I'm getting really worried."

"Do you know where the nest was? Maybe you should go check on her."

"Somewhere in southern Utah. I don't know exactly where, though. Last we spoke she said the vamps had holed up somewhere not on a map." Sam slams one hand flat against the door of the fridge before running that same hand through his hair. "Shit, I should've gotten the coordinates from her."

"Hey, hey," Dean says, dumping bacon onto a paper towel and returning the pan to the burner. "I'm sure she's fine. She probably just lost her phone somewhere and hasn't been able to get a new one"

"After a week?" Sam shoots Dean an incredulous look.

"Just trying to think positively."

Sam slumps, leaning against the fridge. "I know. I'm just-"

"Really worried. I know. I can tell." Dean nudges Sam to the side so he can get a carton of eggs from the fridge. "Are there any hunters we know that are in the area and can check on her?"

"I don't know. I think Charlie was in Idaho."

"Well,” Dean says, cracking a couple of eggs straight into the bacon grease that still coats the pan. “Go give Charlie a call."

Sam feels a little better having something he can do right now and he immediately pulls his phone out. He realizes too late that Charlie is in a different timezone, but by some miracle Charlie is just getting back to her car after a salt and burn and answers after the second ring. She promises to head south and see if she can track down Y/N.

"I'll keep you updated," she promises. "It's almost a seven-hour drive, though, and I need a few hours of shut-eye before I get on the road."

Sam nods, stirring a bit of creamer into his coffee. "Do what you need to do. I don't want you putting yourself in danger."

"I'll text you when I'm on the road."

"Thanks, Charlie. I really appreciate it."

"Hey, man. After everything you've done for me? Checking up on someone is the least I can do. Plus, Y/N is a friend, too. But I know you guys are really close and it's not like her to be out of contact this long."

Sam leans against the counter, suppressing another sigh. It feels like he’s done that a hundred times in the last hour alone.

“Hey,” Charlie says gently, seeming to sense Sam’s distress. “We’ll find her.”

“Thanks, Charlie,” Sam murmurs. “I’ll let you get some sleep.”

They end the call and Sam turns his attention to his coffee, fighting to keep his mind from wandering.

“It’ll be fine,” Dean says from where he’s now sitting at the table, mouth full of eggs and bacon. “Eat some bacon and find something to distract yourself.”

“I’ll try,” Sam mutters, snagging a piece of bacon and heading off to his office.

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Sam’s really glad they’re ahead on recording for Criminal History because he’s able to lose himself in editing and getting the episode uploaded. Then he gets the next episode of War Room ready to go. From there, though, all he has left is to edit more episodes of Criminal History and he just… can't. He can't sit in his office and listen to her voice when he doesn't know if she's even alive

No. Don't think like that. He rubs both palms over his face, trying to scrub that horrible thought from his brain. She's alive. She has to be.

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gii-heylittleangel · 5 years ago

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Hey guys, I’m back with another Weekly Words for the Writers of Destiel Discord and this week’s was “I Wish”. I hope you like it because this one was very good to write, I got all of it in a few hours.

Read it on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19139998 or keep reading here

Dean hasn’t been feeling like himself these last couple of days—no, scratch that—months, he hasn’t been feeling like himself for months. A few weeks ago, Dean thought he would finally begin to feel like himself again, because they had finally found Cas after spending so much time worrying and looking for him. Dean really believed they would be together after that and that they could go back to the routine they had before Cas left him—that they could go back to how they were, no matter what happened before. But fate, as always, had other plans, because, only a few hours after Dean finally saw Cas again and they were able to simply be together and hold each other’s hands, real life came in, knocking down everything in its way—Mary, Kelly, Crowley, Cas.

Dean lost everyone on that day, saw all of them be taken away from him. He lost his mom because she walked right to Lucifer and punched him in the face to save him and Sam; he lost Crowley, who sacrificed himself to help them keep the Devil away from their world; he lost Kelly, who spent so many months suffering, with everyone wanting to get between her and her son. And then he lost Cas, who went to hold Lucifer so Dean and Sam could get away from the apocalyptic world, so they could have a shot of getting out of there alive, even if that meant Cas himself could die. Dean saw Cas being stabbed through the back, his life being burned away from his body, leaving only the empty shell on the ground, the shell that Dean loved for so long and that he had to burn. And, as he watched it burn, it made him realize that this time was the last time he would see Cas, that his angel would never come back.

He doesn’t know how he managed to keep it together after that—or if he even did— how he was even able to stand up, walk, drive, speak, eat. He doesn’t even remember most of the things he did after he knelt beside Cas’s lifeless body, his heart breaking into a million pieces. He only knew he had to keep the facade up so Sam wouldn’t know how much he was suffering inside. He also had other things to worry about, so he boxed all of his feelings up until he could morn all his losses without anyone knowing.

After they finally went to the bunker, Dean broke down as soon as he entered his and Cas’s room, and saw the little notes Cas left for him when Dean wasn’t there, always saying something that made Dean smile, even if it was a simple ‘Hello, Dean’, that was enough to brighten up his day. Dean never found the courage to take them off, especially after Cas left. Some of them had lost their glue and fell on the floor, and Dean would only take it and put on his nightstand, reading them every time he missed Cas—which was very often. But even with all the good memories, those notes only made Dean feel worse.

Dean doesn’t even know how long he spent knelt, crying, after he closed the door. He punched the floor, breaking the skin of his hands; he prayed to Chuck to bring all of them back, saying he owned them for leaving them; he cried even more when nothing happened. After all of that, every time he thought he would be able to finally stop crying, he would look around and see something else that reminded him of Cas, until he couldn’t take it anymore—he knew he wouldn’t be able to stay in their room, not at that moment at least.

He grabbed some clothes from his closet and went to the room they used for movie nights, deciding he wouldn’t be able to sleep in his own, even with his so loved memory foam. He couldn’t stay there, remembering all the silly moments he had with Cas, the confessions they had late at night when Dean couldn't sleep and the tiny little things that Cas did there to make it his room too—to make it their room.

Dean had been avoiding his room the most ever since, only going there when he needed to get clothes or some book he forgot there, but, otherwise, he kept his distance from it, doing his best not to even get close to it if he could help it. He keeps the spaces he can go in the bunker low, going to the kitchen, the garage, the bathroom, the war room and the room he has been sleeping in, and also doing his best to keep his mind occupied and not have to think about anything that may make him break down.

He spent his time uploading Men of Letter’s files to the server Sam created for them, so it would be easier to find whatever they could want; he cleaned rooms he and Sam had never been and didn’t know existed; he fixed all of the cars in the garage, taking them for drives every week; he has also been cooking a lot, hoping that, even if it reminds him of Cas, it’ll be enough to keep his mind focused on only one thing.

If Sam noticed anything strange with Dean’s behavior, he didn’t comment on it, leaving his brother to mourn the way he wants. He took Jack on hunts, knowing he couldn’t leave him with Dean and that Dean would probably feel better if he was alone in the bunker. Sam sent Jody, Donna, Alex, and Claire to keep an eye on him or just stay a few hours with him so he wouldn’t feel so lonely. Dean appreciated it, especially for having comfort and the knowledge that there are people who still care about him, no matter how much he tried to isolate himself.

This week, Sam and Jack are out on a hunt on the other side of the country, which means Dean has plenty of days alone—or at least until one of the girls come to check on him. Sam and Jack left a couple of days ago and Dean promised he would do some research to help them with their hunt, so Dean walks to the kitchen with some books and his laptop, so he can do what he needs for Sam and still get overdosed with coffee.

Dean manages to find and send all the information Sam may need about everything that has happened n the city before he finishes the coffee pot. He thinks that maybe he should have taken longer because now he doesn’t know what to do to keep his mind busy and not let it start throwing memories at him—memories he doesn’t want to see because he knows it’ll only make him suffer more. He decides to stay in the kitchen, looking at news and trying to find any strange deaths, until he finishes with his coffee pot.

He finds two different mysterious deaths, one on the south and one in west-center of the country. He sends each for different hunters to check on it and see if it’s anything supernatural or just the normal freaks things that happen in the world. He puts everything in its place after he’s done, walking to the war room and sitting on one of the chairs.

He rests his elbows on the table and buries his head on his hands, trying to think what he could do to get busy now: there's nothing to cook, all the cars are clean and running smooth, the rooms that need cleaning he needs to wait for Sam and Jack to make sure there's nothing cursed there and that it's safe to go in and there are no documents to put in the server. Dean sighs and does his best not to think about Cas or anything that may be related to the angel—Dean has suffered enough on the first days after Castiel’s death, he doesn’t need more of it.

After he takes a few deep breaths, he raises his head, looking around the war room, even though he knows that there’s nothing to occupy his mind at the moment. He turns his head to look the path that leads to the bedrooms and thinks that maybe he should gather enough courage to face whatever is hidden behind the door to his room—he can’t keep hiding forever and sooner or later he’ll have to face it and it’s better if it’s when he wants, when he knows he’ll face it and not when he’s taken by surprise.

He doesn’t know how long he stays in that position, just staring at the hallway that leads to the rooms and trying to decide if he should or if he shouldn’t go. He gets startled when his phone starts to ring, breaking the trail of thought he was in. He blinks a few times and sees Sam’s name written on the phone, so he picks it up and answers it.

“Hey, Sammy. Everything okay there?”

“Hey. Yeah, yeah everything’s fine. Jack and I just got back to the motel after interviewing the witness and families of the people that got killed.”

Dean rubs a hand on his face. “That’s great, Sammy. Did you get my email?”

Sam hums. “Yep, I’m gonna go through it after we eat something. How are things there?”

“Fine, as always. Found two hunts and sent them to the hunters close to it. Just some vamps causing trouble.”

“That’s good.” Sam stays a few moments in silence like he’s thinking about what to say next. “Did you leave the bunker?”

Dean bites his lip, wondering if he should lie or just tell the truth. Sam will probably know if he lies so the truth may be better. “Nope, I’m waiting for the grocery list to grow a little more.”

Dean hears his brother sigh and knows he’s probably running a hand through his hair and trying to find a reason for Dean to get out of the bunker. “You should at least drive around, Dean. Being cooped up in the bunker isn’t good.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll leave sometime, don’t worry. I’ll let you get back to your research now. Call me if you need anything else.”

Dean hangs up before Sam can say anything else, holding the phone tightly between his hands. Dean takes a deep breath, raising his eyes again to the hallway, and decides to go to the room and face everything he has been running from for weeks before he can lose the little courage he has.

He stands up, putting his phone in his pocket and starts walking towards the hallway—dragging himself may be a better description but there’s no one there so Dean thinks it's okay to lie a little to himself. He slowly walks to his room, stopping in front of the closed door, staring at the five little letters carved on the top of the door—Cas and D.W. They decided to carve their names there after Cas finally moved into Dean’s room. They made the letters really tiny so only they would know they’re there, kinda like a secret that only they would know.

Dean stares at those letters for a while, his eyes tearing up as memories flood his mind. He raises his hand to the doorknob, closing his fingers around it and taking a deep breath before turning it and opening the door.

The room is exactly the way Dean left on the day he found Cas—the sheets on the bed are perfectly neat, there are some research papers on the bedside table from a hunt Dean had found and some clothes that Dean had separated for Cas when they came baçk on the chair.

Dean takes a deep breath, closing his eyes as his mind start to show him more images of the great memories he has with Cas in that room. But, for once, Dean doesn’t try to fight them, instead accepting them. He opens his eyes and gives the last steps until he is fully inside the room, looking around it, almost being able to smell Cas’s scent—something that resembles ozone and rain, but also a mild scent of cinnamon and coffee, two things that Cas always loved.

Dean walks to the bed, sitting on the edge of it, with his back to the door. He grabs the pillow that Cas uses, burying his face in it and inhaling deep. He can’t stop the tears that come with it and the dam inside of him breaks, all those weeks of trying to hide his feelings coming out all at once. Dean cries, sobbing into the pillow that still has Cas’s smell, thinking how he’ll be able to get through this or if he’ll ever be able to miss Cas just a little less.

He doesn’t know how long he stays sobbing into the pillow nor when he lay down on the bed. He just knows that his head started to hurt and that he feels exhausted like he just spent hours running. He turns on the bed until he’s facing the ceiling and tries to keep his mind blank, hoping that crying so much will make him feel better.

Unfortunately, the memories keep coming to him, making him feel worse than he was before. He remembers when he first said that he loved Cas, when they were fighting about something so stupid that escalated to an argument and Dean just blurted out that he loved Cas. He thinks that he never panicked so much before, as Cas’s eyes widened and his whole body stiffened. Dean thought he had screwed everything up that day, until Cas threw himself on top of Dean, crushing their lips together, making both of them fall on the floor. They didn’t even remember what they were fighting about after, laughing of how a fight could end up in a confession and then in sex.

Dean also remembers how many time he woke up to Cas staring at him with a soft smile on his face, saying ‘Hello, Dean’ as soon as the hunter’s eyes opened. Dean’s days always started better when that happened, leaving him with a smile all day long. Dean remembers the post-its Cas would leave around the room when he needed to leave before Dean was awake, or how he sometimes would wake Dean up with a cup of coffee or pancakes or bacon, especially after Dean came back from long and stressful hunts.

Dean cleans up the tears that start rolling down on his face, not wanting to cry more. He sniffles and stands up, going to the radio he keeps in his room. He turns it on and the last music he heard in it starts to play—Pink Floyd’s Wish You Were Here. Dean closes his eyes, listening to the first chords of the music, and remembered how Cas was head over heels by the band when Dean showed him and that his favorite song was this one. It was the last music they listened together before Cas left. Cas said that the song reminded him of them.

Dean sits on the bed again, singing along the song, with his eyes closed and focusing on how much he misses Cas. “I don’t think you can hear this, Cas, but I miss you so much that I don’t even know how to handle this empty feeling inside of me. I can’t even think about you that my heart tightens and I immediately start crying. I've never felt like this and I don't know how I'm supposed to deal with these feelings inside of me. You have no idea how much I wish you could come back, how hard I would fight if I knew just where to start looking for you.” Dean takes a deep breath, biting his lips to stop himself from crying. “I love you so much, Cas, I—” Dean’s voice break as a sob comes through his throat, stopping him from saying anything else. He buries his head on his hands, trying to stop himself from crying more.

For a few minutes, the only thing Dean hears is the last beats of the music, until it stops completely and a voice comes from the door. “I love you too, Dean.” Dean sits straight so fast that he almost falls from the bed, staring with big eyes the figure standing between the door frames.

Dean squints his eyes until he recognizes the man standing there and he just can’t believe his eyes. “Ca-Cas?”

Castiel smiles softly, entering the room. “Hello, Dean.”

Dean jumps from the bed, throwing himself on top of Cas and hugging him tightly. “You really are here, you’re not just a manifestation from my mind.” Cas nods, hugging Dean back. “How? How did you get back? We-we burned your body.”

Cas chuckles softly and shrugs. “Well, I managed to piss a cosmic entity so much that it decided to send me back to Earth.”

Dean lets go of Cas, putting his hands on the angel’s face. “I can’t believe you’re really here.”

“You should because I truly am here. And I don’t plan on leaving you again so soon.”

“You better not leave me, Cas, or I’ll piss off a cosmic entity and I don’t think anyone wants that.”

Cas smiles, putting one hand on Dean’s cheek and caressing it with his thumb. “I’m so sorry, Dean.”

Dean’s eyes tear up. “You don’t need to be sorry, it’s not your fault. Just promise me you won’t go out looking for the Devil so he can stab you again. I can’t lose you again, Cas.”

“I won’t, I promise. I just want to be with you now.”

Cas crushes their lips together, putting his arms around Dean again and tightening his embrace until all of the hunter’s body is touching his. Dean kisses him back, with the same intensity, like he needs Cas’s lips to be able to survive. And after everything he felt during these weeks, maybe he does need Cas’s lips, just as much as he needs oxygen to be able to survive.

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welcome-to-my-daydreams · 6 years ago

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Man in the Storm 17

Summary: It’s rut season at the compound. Omega Reader plans to ride it out alone, locked in her room away from any unwanted Alphas. But she finds that to be a lot easier said than done when the team’s strongest Alpha pays a visit.

Pairings: Alpha!Thor x Omega!Reader

Type: Series (A/B/O Dynamics)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,476

A/N: “I don’t need therapy, I’ve got you guys!”

Part 16, Part 18

Masterlist

The second month was easier. But only because you swapped sadness with annoyance. You had decided that though you loved the stupid Alpha, you wouldn’t mind giving him a swift kick in the ass when he finally returned. If he finally returned, of course.

It was getting ridiculous now. 2 months and not a single sign. Not a rumble of thunder, not a drop of rain. You realised you wouldn’t even know if he had died somewhere in this war he was fighting.

You better not die without letting me know about it, Alpha. You cursed as you looked up into the clear sky above you.

“Hey! No breaks until we hit the 10 minute mark. You know the drill!” Captain Rogers commanded as he jogged past you, tapping you on the shoulder and waving you to keep up with him.

You rolled your eyes and picked up where you left off, running along the track on the field.

“I thought the whole point of this training session was to keep you distracted?” Steve asked when you finally caught up to him. He was practically skipping, barely breaking a sweat so that you’d be able to run side by side.

Everything you did lately was to keep you distracted. You kept as busy as possible, taking missions and assignments when you could. Last week you were in Korea with Tony and Maria and before that you had been down in Wakanda with Steve and Sam for a few weeks and before that you joined Nat and Clint in Rio.

You had already filled your field work quota for the month and Tony has insisted that you take some leave. Which is exactly why you were here at the compound running with Steve, rather than with Bucky, Sam and Sharon on the latest mission.

“Well that was the idea. But my mind always finds a way to drift.” You admitted out loud. “And if I have to be honest Cap, you’re not very good at this.” You poked at him with a smile.

Steve laughed, “Well, in my experience, things don’t go away by avoiding them.” He glanced over at you. “Maybe talking about it is the way to go.”

You thought about it. He was probably right. He always was. It’s true that you had been avoiding the idea of opening up to anyone, but the truth is you were avoiding even opening up to yourself. You would try to go through the motions, to think logically about all the possibilities about your current situation. But then you’d feel overwhelmed and just stop. Always telling yourself you’d save it for another day.

“You want to be my therapist now too Rogers?” You joked, trying to deflect from the conversation Steve was trying to start. He didn't answer though, only giving you a look that reminded you of your dad.

You took a deep breath, and finally gave in.

“I just wonder a lot of things. All the time.” You started. “Sometimes I think about what I would do if he doesn’t come back. How I’d move on with my life. Other times I think about what will happen if he does come back. How exactly are we going to make this work? Will I have to leave earth? Do I want to leave earth?” You asked rhetorically. “And then at the end of it all I just wonder if he’s even thinking of me. You know? Is he wondering the same things? Does he have a plan?”

Steve watched as you wrestled with your own thoughts. He stopped running and signalled for you to as well. “You know” he spoke up as the two of you continued along the track at a walking pace. “When I woke up, after they found me in that ice. The only thing I could think of for months was Peggy.” You turned to look at him in surprise. Steve rarely ever spoke of Peggy Carter.

“I felt constant sense of guilt. About how my death must have affected her, about how she was able to get on in life. Was there anything I could have done?” He turned to look at you. “I know she did amazing things. She got married, had a family, started SHIELD. But despite all of her accomplishments, there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about this whole other life we could have lived together. If I hadn’t...” There was a sense of sadness in his voice now as he trailed off.

“Steve...don’t. Don't put that on yourself.” You reached out to place your hand on the Alpha’s shoulder. He gave you a half smile, “The point is (y/n), whatever happens, your life will continue on and you will be fine. I know you will. But, don’t ever think that he isn’t up there thinking about you, wishing things could be different.”

Steve’s words hit you harder than you had expected they would and you found yourself just standing there. Repeating them in your mind.

“And besides.” Steve continued. “Thor isn’t dead or frozen in a block of ice. He’s up there, alive and well.” He smiled. “You still have the chance to decide your future. Together.”

After a long pause you gave the Alpha a big hug. Thanking him for the talk before you continued on with your run. Feeling a little more optimistic than before.

A few days later you found yourself in the back of one of Tony’s town cars, pulling up to the front entrance of the Stark Tower in Manhattan. It had been a while since you had been to the city and you were here today at your own insistence.

Tony still had you on leave from missions, but you were dying of boredom at the compound. You had harassed Stark enough to convince him into finding you a days worth of work helping Pepper out at Stark Industries.

It couldn’t have come a better time either. Not only were you able to get away from the current heat season of the compound, but the energy of the city was like a detox for you.

The driver opened the door for you and you thanked him kindly before heading inside. You had been given the direct access key to the private elevator and headed straight up to meet with Pepper.

When you reached the floor of her office you were hit with an almost intoxicating scent of rose oil and lemons.

Damn. You thought to yourself as you made your way down the hall.

Pepper was an Omega, but the kind of Omega that didn’t really live life as if she were an Omega. She was CEO of Stark Industries and lived at the tower full time, only visiting the compound on special occasions and Tony would have to travel into the city to see her. Which he did, happily and often. And despite not living at the compound, the pack has always considered her as their matriarch.

Her scent dominated the office space and you could feel her presence everywhere. It was incredibly intoxicating, to see an Omega in a position of power like this. It was as if she were a Queen and Stark Industries was her Queendom.

When you made it to the waiting area of Pepper’s office you were greeted by her assistant who lead you through the doors and asked you wait. She offered you various teas and coffees which you declined, only to immediately regret not getting that delicious caramel latte she mentioned.

“(y/n)!” Pepper called your name after only a few minutes. “It’s so good to see you” She said happily, bringing you in to a hug. “Pepper!” you smiled, “Thank you so much for asking me to come down here today.” you greeted back.

“Oh of course.” She said as she set her laptop down on her desk, along with some notebooks. “It’s so nice to have someone from the pack down at the tower for a change.” She smiled again as she sat down in her big leather chair. “So, how have you been?”

The two of you chatted for a while. Catching up on pack gossip and goings on. You made an effort not to talk about your Thor dilemma and in turn Pepper did not pry. Which worked out better for you as the whole purpose of going into the city for the day was to get away from your life at the compound.

“So, Tony tells me you’re pretty good with computers and that you used to work in the technical department, is that right?” She asked, getting right down to business.

“Oh, uh, yes. I studied computer programming at university.” You answered, sitting up straighter than before. Suddenly feeling like you were in an interview.

“I enjoyed it for a while, but then I realised it was much more fun to play with the toys that we made with those programs.” You winked.

Pepper laughed as well and shook her head. “You sound just like Tony.”

It turned out that the work Pepper needed help with wasn’t all that difficult. It was definitely something that an intern could do, but you had begged Tony to find you something to do and...he did.

She needed your help with installing an encrypted storage program on her personal server where she would store her most important files. She was still storing some high high priority files in a safe in her office.

“I can’t be running one of the most technologically advanced companies in the world and still be working with paper!” She told you as she explained the task at hand.

It was an easy mornings work. Within an hour you had the program up and running and spent the rest of the morning uploading the important files into the new system. After a while you needed a break and took a turn around Pepper’s office. First taking a look at the beautiful view from her giant windows, then trailing off to gaze at the wall of photos and diplomas by her desk.

You stopped at a lovely photo of Pepper and Tony. You could tell it was before they had bonded by the missing mark on her neck. He was holding her from behind with his arms draped around her waist and they were both laughing hysterically at something.

Your fawning must have been palpable, because Pepper looked up from her work and chuckled. “Hmm.” She smiled. “That was Happy’s birthday party 8 years ago. I can’t believe how young we look.”

“You two are perfect together” You said, looking back at the photo before taking a seat in front of Pepper’s desk.

“Perfect?” She scoffed. “Hardly so.”

You laughed, “Well I just mean you’ve been together for so long. You must have such a strong connection and trust. Especially for him to give you Stark Industries”. You remarked, almost naïvely.

Pepper nodded, not looking up from her work. “I guess you could put it that way.” She said with uncertainty. “What do you mean?” You asked, slightly confused.

Pepper looked up from her computer and smiled, “I love Tony, I really do. But that man is a disaster.” She said shaking her head in amusement. You laughed at the statement, eager to hear her reasoning.

“He didn’t give me Stark Industries. I took it from him because he was running it into the ground.” She continued. Setting her laptop aside and getting comfortable in her seat, more than willing to take a break from the days work.

“When Tony decided that he was Iron Man, he made it his life’s duty. He dropped everything else in his life to pursue it. And I mean Everything.” She said, enunciating with hand gestures. “I was only his assistant at the time, but once he started missing every meeting and every day of work I just had to take over.” she said while shaking her head as if she was still annoyed at how it all went down. “It was like his sole responsibility in life was to save the world!”

You laughed. It turned out that not much had changed between now and then when it came to Tony Stark.

“Well, hopefully he realises how lucky he’s been to have you by his side throughout all this.” You said. “I’m sure it hasn’t been easy.”

Pepper nodded. “ Yes, I think he does now. Thank God” she said with a smile. “But there were a few years in between when I couldn't handle it anymore and I left. Him and all this.” She said looking around the room.

“Really?” you gasped. You had always seen Pepper and Tony as the perfect couple. The glue that held everything together. You could never imagine picturing them apart from one another.

“So what made you go back?” you asked, hoping you weren’t overstepping.

“Because I love him.” she admitted, leaning further back in her chair. “I love him and being without him just didn't feel right.” she shrugged her shoulders. “I was never going to separate him from his duty to the Avengers or to the world. That is all part of the Tony Stark package.” she paused for a moment, looking back at the photo on the wall. “I had to decide whether being with him was worth putting up with all of it. And for me, it was.” She smiled.

“And now here we are, running our little empire together. He’ll never admit it, but he knows that he needs me to keep this place afloat.” She said matter of factly.

“A king cannot survive without a queen by his side.”

As some of Thor’s very first words to you came to the forefront of your mind, you crossed your arms over your chest. Suddenly feeling very exposed.

You sat there in silence for a moment as a whirlwind of thoughts entered your mind. The more you thought about it the more you realised it. Thor wasn’t all that much different from Tony. A least, not when it came to his duty. The only difference between them being that Thor already knew he wanted someone by his side. And that person as it turned out, was you.

You thought for a moment about all the sacrifices and compromises Pepper must have made when she decided to stay by Tony’s side. Accepting the fact that she would always come second to her Alpha’s sense of duty. You then thought about the other couples in your pack. Clint and his wife certainly had a complex arrangement and you imagined that Sharon had to come to terms with Steve’s hardened sense of duty many years ago. Suddenly, Bucky’s choice in such a docile Omega made sense to you in the grand scheme of things.

“(y/n), are you ok?” Pepper said, waving her hand in front of your face.

You shook yourself out of your haze. “Sorry, I uh...I just starting thinking about how complicated everything gets. No one we know really has a normal realtionship, do they?” you asked her.

“In a pack like ours (y/n) there is no such thing as “normal” relationships.” She answered with a smirk. “With those Alphas? Are you kidding me?” She said, before you both burst into a fit of laughter.

“Now, enough talk about Alpha’s and relationships, let’s go to for lunch” The Omega suggested as she got up from her desk and grabbed her purse

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green-eyeddragonfanfiction · 6 years ago

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War of Attrition: Chapter 13

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier x Reader Summary: Best friends with Steve Rogers, renowned Howling Commando, and married to one James Buchanan Barnes, your life wasn’t perfect, but it was as close as it could possibly be in the middle of World War II. Then you fell from a train in the Alps, and everything changed. You spent nearly 70 years as a tool of Hydra alongside your beloved, though your past with him was more often than not forgotten. You and Bucky set your plan in motion. It’s time to track down IS-003 and put an end to this chapter of your life. However, per usual, things don’t go as planned. Warnings: Swearing (always), mentions of torture and death Word Count: ~3,929 A/N: Sorry, Diablo 3 has stolen my soul. I swear I’m not neglecting my blog on purpose.

Masterlist // Book One // Book Two

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It worked, more or less. Bucky’s lip quirked up at the corner, though his smile was more of a grimace. “We’re not gonna stay there though, are we?” he asked knowingly.

You shook your head slowly. You hadn’t wanted to talk about this just yet, but he knew you too well for your own good. “Only for a few days. I’m… we’re not done yet,” you said, nodding your head towards the file that Bucky had carefully stowed on the dash.

Bucky’s gaze turned hard. Determined. There was absolutely zero hesitation when he looked expectantly at you. God, you did not deserve this man. “What’s the plan, Doll?”

The plan, as it turned out, was to retrieve the last of the tech you’d left in Indiana, but only after you’d given the Batmobile flight capabilities. Coulson’s little corvette, Lola, had reminded you almost violently of Howard, though you’d put a lid on those thoughts before you had a breakdown in the middle of your little auto shop.

After that, it was to wipe Hydra off the face of the Earth.

The nano mask you gave Bucky hid his features flawlessly (too well as far as you were concerned. You missed his face the moment he put it on). Austin was elated to find out you had a boyfriend (explaining a readily absent boyfriend was much easier than explaining a readily absent husband). Austin was surprised you were leaving for good after a week, but he didn’t dwell too long on it, which you appreciated. Bucky got twitchy when people started asking too many questions.

Bucky was taking full advantage of the nano skin you’d made for him. He only wore short sleeved shirts and tanks the entire week, not that you could blame him.

When Austin went home for the day and you were alone in the safety of your shop you removed his nano skin and kissed every inch of the scarred skin near the edge of the metal limb.

It was these quiet, peaceful moments that you cherished.

“We could just hide,” you said quietly one day while you were under the Batmobile and half-covered in grease.

Bucky, who was sitting in the chair next to the car, shifted almost silently. “Whaddya mean?” he asked after a moment, though you were sure he knew what you were talking about.

“Steve. And Natalia. And their friend Sam. They’re all looking for us,” you said quietly.

“And so’s the entire world government,” Bucky said quietly.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes as you fiddled with a capacitor. “Yeah, and the world government is run by a bunch of inept politicians who’ll never find us. We both know Natalia and Steve would find us way before them.”

Bucky grunted and you could almost see the grim half-smile on his face when he spoke. “They’re more stubborn than the rest of ‘em combined.”

“Can’t ever imagine where they got that from,” you muttered dryly.

Bucky huffed dismissively. “Natalia’s at least half your fault and Steve was born stubborn. I ain’t got nothin’ to do with that.”

You sighed and rolled out from under the Batmobile, satisfied with your upgrades. You accepted Bucky’s hand without thinking, a “thank you” slipping from your lips without even consciously thinking about it. How easy it was to slip back into living with this man.

“Fine, I take credit for half of Natalia’s stubbornness... so long as I get full credit for her ingenuity,” you said with a hint of playfulness as you hopped into the Batmobile.

“Denied,” Bucky said through the open window.

You frowned but nodded after a second, considering. “Yeah, I s’pose you were the one to teach her how to make a flamethrower seventy-six different ways, huh?” You said, pushing the button for hover-flight capabilities.

“Seventy-nine, thank you very much,” Bucky said, smile working its way onto his face as the car shuddered then shot two feet up into the air and stayed there, humming gently. “Alfred, you finish decrypting the data we salvaged from Reinhardt’s lab yet?” he asked the air.

“Decryption protocols at 97% completion, Master Barnes. I recommend you and the Mistress finish packing immediately if you wish to leave the moment it is concluded.

“Got it, Alfred. Thank you,” Bucky said easily. It had amused you how easily Bucky had taken to the AI. It was adorable how much Bucky loved all the futuristic tech you’d shown him. He’d always liked [questionable quality] sci-fi pulp novels. While Steve had brought books like the Machinery of War, Heroes of the Western Front, and other military-themed books, Bucky had brought all sorts of science and sci-fi books. When you heard about their visit to the Stark Expo back in ‘41 you’d laughed (back when laughter was much easier to come by, even on the European front). You’d been there that day, helping Stark out (he’d bribed you with shiny schematics and a fat wad of greenbacks that would buy you the raw materials you’d been eyeing enviously for months). You and Bucky had been mere feet away from each other and hadn’t even known it.

“How’s integration with the flight systems, Alfred?” you asked, smiling at Bucky’s retreating back as he went into the apertment. The first few days you hadn’t left each other’s sides, but he’d lately taken to leaving you for brief periods, almost as if he was seeing if he could. There was always a brief flash of relief on his face when he returned and you were there, waiting. You’d curse yourself forever for leaving that doubt in his mind, but you hadn’t figured time travel out (yet), so there was no changing it. You’d have to prove his trust well-placed each and every day from now on.

“Perfectly, Mistress Barnes. Although the decryption has taken some of my computing power, I’m still uploading efficiently into the programming. Transition should be complete by the time decryption is finished.”

You smiled and turned the flight function off, watching out the window as the tires righted themselves and the car dropped back to the ground gracefully.

“You’re wonderful, Alfred. Did I ever tell you that?” you asked the AI with a proud smile.

“At least twice a day, Mistress Barnes,” Alfred said. He sounded fondly amused.

“I’m going to go help Bucky finish packing. Let us know when decryption and integration are done, alright?” you said as you slipped out of the car and gave the hood a loving pat.

“Of course, Mistress Barnes. You will be notified upon completion of both programs.”

You nodded in satisfaction and left the garage to go back into the repair shop through the back door. You immediately went up the stairs to the apartment part of the building, not too surprised to hear the gentle movement of items and clothing coming from the direction of your room.

You turned the corner and watched Bucky work silently, admiring his broad shoulders and lithe, graceful movements.

“See something you like?” he asked after a moment, not pausing in his endeavor of folding up all the clothes you’d accrued in your time in Indiana.

“Yup,” you said, popping the ‘p’ playfully.

That earned a short laugh from Bucky, breathy and exasperated, but it was music to your ears.

“You got alotta clothes,” Bucky said, shaking a flouncy white top in his hand to prove his point.

You shrugged. “Got used to living in one spot for a while. Things tend to gather when you aren’t constantly on the move,” you said, glancing at the single backpack he brought with him, placed on top of one of your duffels.

“Is that what you meant earlier? Hiding in plain sight? Living as other people? Not contacting Natalia or Steve ever?” he asked quietly, hands stilling.

You sagged against the door frame and a deep frown creased your brow and pulled your lips down into a grimace. “They’re doing good now, Buck. Even Natalia. She got out. Saved the fucking world. She has friends now, or at least as close as she’ll ever let herself get to having ‘em. Steve... Steve doesn’t need us muckin’ up his life. He’d fight the whole damn earth if he had to, just to save us. We might need him, but the world needs him more, Buck, even if they don’t know it yet. I won’t make him choose between helpin’ us and defendin’ the world.”

Bucky’s shoulders sagged. He turned his head to smile sadly at you from over his shoulder. “I hate it when you’re right, you know that?” he asked quietly. “I was hopin’ you’d try to convince me to go see ‘em. So I had an excuse to put the lot of us in danger... but being stubbornly reckless was always Steve’s thing, wasn’t it?”

You walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist. He leaned back into you and you placed a kiss firmly between his shoulder blades. “Not so sure, Buck. We had alotta stupid to go around.”

He smiled ruefully and turned in your arms so he could gather you up in his own big, muscular limbs. “S’pose you’re right. Again. Peggy really was the only one with her head screwed on right, huh?”

You smiled and refused to let yourself cry as you thought about Peggy and the guys. “Yeah, that sounds about right.”

“I hate to interrupt, but the decryption and integration programs are complete, Mistress and Master Barnes,” Alfred said quietly from the communication device in your ear.

You nodded and placed a kiss to Bucky’s cheek. He caught your lips in a brief kiss before he released you and finished folding the last few shirts into the bag.

“Where we headed, Alfred?” you asked as you picked up the full bags and began walking to the garage. Your mobile lab was already packed into the space in the hood. The bags would be shoved in the back seats for lack of anywhere else to put them. The Batmobile wasn’t exactly built for travel, but you’d make do.

“Sokovia, Mistress Barnes,” Alfred informed you as you walked into the garage. “It is a country in-”

You waved his explanation away. “I know about it. I read about it more than once in Reinhardt’s physical files. You’re sure that’s where he took IS-003?” you asked as you shoved the heavy bags into the back seat. One was full of Bucky’s weapons. Why that man needed fifty guns when you could build one that could do everything else the others did but better was beyond you.

“It is the most likely location, though not the only possibility. According to the information I’ve gathered from Reinhardt-Whitehall’s data banks, there is an active Hydra base near its capital, Novi Grad. It is under the command of one of the last heads of Hydra, Baron Wolfgang Von Strucker.”

“Still active, you say?” you asked as you slipped onto the hood, waiting for Bucky to bring down the last of the bags.

“That is correct. After the death of Reinhardt-Whitehall, activity increased greatly. It is unclear exactly what prompted the sudden increase in activity. I would recommend moving cautiously until their goals have been discerned.”

“Noted. Thanks, Alfy. Make sure the boat’s ready to go, alright? I want to get there as soon as possible.”

“Or course, Mistress Barnes,” Alfred said diligently.

Bucky slipped in a second later, somehow still graceful even while carrying two large, heavy, bulky bags. If you weren’t enjoying the show so much you might have been perturbed at how elegantly he managed to move at all times.

“That all of it?” you asked as he hefted the bags into the back.

At his nod you pulled him into your arms and stood on your toes to plant a loving, long kiss to his lips. “Let’s get goin’ then, yeah? We have some truly evil bastards to put in the ground.”

He smiled and pecked you once more on the lips. “Now you’re talkin’ my language, Sugar,” he said, voice so low and syrup-sweet that your knees felt all wobbly... and you didn’t even have human knees anymore.

You smiled and kissed him once more, but didn’t let yourself linger. “If you don’t get in the car this instant we’ll be here for another four hours.”

“Four hours?” he asked playfully, waggling his eyebrows at you. “Someone has faith in my stamina. I’m almost a hundred years old, y’know. Give a guy a break,” he said winking playfully at you.

You stared flatly at him. “Your record is eight hours and we only stopped because I was so tired I was passing out from exhaustion.”

Bucky’s grin turned lecherous. “I was a younger man then. I can’t be ex-”

You brought your hand up and slapped it over his mouth. “That was two days ago, Buck.”

His eyes actually twinkled with amusement in the dim light of the shop. It was a look you saw so rarely on his face you couldn’t help but enjoy it. You took your hand from his mouth and brought your lips to his in a slow kiss that left your mind blissfully blank of everything except how wonderful it felt to have Bucky up against you.

“Get in the car, Mister Barnes,” you said after you moved away, a small smile of your own dancing on your lips.

His response was to slip into the driver’s side before you got the chance.

You mock-glared at him before you went to the passenger side and got in. “If you crash the Batmobile you won’t see under my clothes for a month,” you threatened as he turned the car on.

Bucky turned to look at you as the garage door rolled up, smirk dancing on his lips. “We both know that’s not true, Doll,” he said with such conviction that you glared at him in earnest.

“No, it’s not, but I’ll definitely be cross with you for a long time,” you admitted.

“I will ensure Master Barnes does not crash the Batmobile, Mistress Barnes,” Alfred assured you.

“Argh, two against one. Your faith in me is inspiring,” Bucky said dryly as he pulled out of the garage and onto the street.

You rolled your eyes. “Let’s just hurry and get to the coast, yeah? We have a long trip ahead of us.”

Bucky turned to look at you with a stare that had you panicking for a split second. “Whatever you say, Doll,” he said evenly, giving you only the briefest second to ponder your poor decision before he slammed the gas pedal down and sent the Batmobile rocketing forward.

Novi Grad, Sokovia. Europe - 2015

Sokovia was beautiful, if a little poor and very unstable. You and Bucky slipped seamlessly into the population. The people hated SHIELD and the Avengers, especially Steve and Tony Stark. The SHIELD here, though, was Hydra. They slipped in during the rebellions a short time ago.

The Hydra base wasn’t exactly hidden, even if it was a little distance from the city. You could see it up on the hill from nearly every point in town. The problem was that it was heavily fortified. The tech they were using was advanced. Far more advanced than any other Hydra base you’d seen up until now. Even your drones couldn’t pierce the shield they had protecting the main building. There were enough turrets inside and along the perimeter to level the city. You had no idea how to attack it without getting blasted to bits before you got anywhere near the perimeter. The rest of their weapons were advanced enough that you wouldn’t chance the Batmobile’s shielding against their big guns.

“You’re doing the thing again,” Bucky said quietly from the doorway.

You slowly tore your gaze from the schematics of the base, blinking a few times before you processed what he’d said. “What?” you asked eloquently.

Bucky huffed out a laugh and walked over to your spot on the floor, carefully stepping over schematics (though he walked straight through the hologram of the base) and sat down next to you. He pulled you into his lap and you went willingly, squirming a bit until you were comfortable. You tucked your head under his chin and stared at the schematics, mind already going back under. “You’re doing the thing where you try to stare your problems into submission. Have to say, with the exception of Morita, that’s never really worked so well for you,” he said playfully, wrapping his big arms around your waist as he stared over your head at the blueprints and plans.

You sighed and leaned back against him. “According to the civilians I talked to today, ‘SHIELD’ took volunteers from the population to run tests on. They’re being collected by this man, Doctor Henri List. He offers them power in exchange for their cooperation. Most of the people he takes are victims of the riots in one way or another. Wanna know the kicker?” you asked Bucky grimly.

Bucky squeezed you gently. “I have a feeling you’ll tell me anyway, not that I can’t guess.”

You sighed. “Hydra started the riots. They caused the unrest. They changed their public faces a few times, set each faction against the other.”

“So they’ve set the people at odds with their government.”

“And other large global powers, such as the U.S. and the U.N. Not to mention each other.”

Bucky let out a long breath. “So we don’t know who or what exactly could be inside waiting for us,” he surmised.

You nodded and flicked through the images on the hologram. “It’s hard to get readings on the inside of the base while the energy barrier’s up, but the outside defenses are fairly straight forward, if hard to work around. The more I look at it... the more I think we won’t be able to get inside with brute force.”

Bucky tensed slightly, just like you knew he would. “You’re not going in there. Not undercover. If they find you-”

“I know, Buck,” you said, cutting across that train of thought. “I know.” And you did. You knew what would happen if they found out who you were. “But the longer we stay here, the longer that horror factory stays up and running... Primary mission is still to retrieve IS-003 or any information we can find on it, but we can’t just leave them to their own devices. The tech they’re churning out... I haven’t seen anything this advanced since Zola and Schmidt...”

Bucky shifted nervously beneath you. “Do you think it’s the Tesseract? I thought Thor Odinson took it back with him after the Battle of Manhattan,” Bucky said, frowning as he shifted through his mind for the right memories.

You shrugged helplessly. “I can’t be sure. If it’s not the Tesseract itself then it’s something with similar properties. I’ve only been able to analyze a few small samples, but none of them match any models from earth up until now. It’s a combination of Chitauri and something else.” You sighed and relaxed back into his arms, absolving yourself of that particular problem for just a moment. “How did surveillance go?”

You felt him shrug his shoulders ever so slightly. “Nothin’ new. I’ve been keepin’ track of shipments in and out like you asked, but it’s hard to get close without being noticed. I’m good, but they have some seriously sophisticated scanning equipment.”

“That sounds about right...” you said quietly, staring despondently down at the files. You chewed on your lip as you deliberated. “I could... I could call in SHIELD. The real SHIELD,” you said finally, almost regretting the words as you said them.

Bucky tensed beneath you, arms nearly crushing you to his chest. “We ain’t doin’ that,” he said quietly, face buried in your hair. “I don’t trust ‘em.”

You smiled sadly and ghosted your fingers gently over his right hand. “I know, Buck. I don’t trust most of ‘em, either. Gabe’s grandkid is one of ‘em though, y’know. They can’t all be bad,” you said quietly.

“All it takes is one. One word whispered in the right ear by one person who isn’t loyal to Coulson or the new SHIELD and we’re right back to where we were a year ago. Brainwashed, in a cryo pod or out killing innocent people. We’re not trustin’ ‘em, (Y/N). ‘Sides, Coulson said himself he’d bring you in himself if he got the chance.”

“He didn’t try to take me in in Puerto Rico,” you said softly.

“Cause his entire team was beat to hell and you’d just saved Gabe’s grandkid.”

You groaned and ran a hand through your hair. “I just don’t know what to do, Bucky,” you admitted at last.

Bucky brushed your hair out of the way and placed a few tender kisses to your neck. “It’s okay, Doll. You don’t have to come up with all the answers. I’m here. We’re together now. And there’s not a single problem that can’t be solved with some good old fashioned Barnes ingenuity.”

You turned to look at him, faint smile playing on your lips. “Where did this optimism come from?”

Bucky shrugged. “I think it’s less optimism and more an awareness of the lengths you’d go through to get revenge. Hell hath no fury like a woman spurned and all that. And we both know the many, many methods I have for taking down a Hydra base and all the inhabitants. I spend a lot of time fantasizing about it.”

You smirked at him. “Should I be insulted you spend more time thinking about killing people than you do about your lovely wife?”

Bucky raised a single eyebrow. “Who said that? Sweetheart, I didn’t leave the house often because I spent most of my time thinking about ya. It’s hard to get anything done with a stiffy, y’know?”

You stared at him for a moment before breaking into genuine laughter. “Oh my god, Bucky.”

Bucky frowned and got up from his seat in front of the computer and made his way over to you. The tiny apartment you’d rented out while you were in Sokovia meant the two of you were never more then a short walk away and you could hear each other from any part of the house.

“Hey, Doll?” Bucky asked from the doorway, looking at the tablet in confusion.

“What’s up, Sweetheart?” you asked, tearing your gaze from yet another simulation.

“I’m getting some chatter...” he said, frowning down at the pad.

“Whaddya mean?” you asked, still distracted by the numbers running across your screens.

“(Y/N),” Bucky said quietly. Something in his voice made you truly look at him and you froze at the look on his face. “They’re here,” he said softly.

You swallowed thickly. “Who?” you asked, though you were pretty sure you already knew.

Bucky turned the tablet around so you could see the blurry images on the screen. You could see the audio feed that Bucky had muted while he talked to you. He pressed a button on the screen and suddenly voices were filling the cramped room.

“Shit!” said a voice you recognized from countless interviews and reports. Anthony Edward Stark.

“Language!” said a voice you’d know anywhere. Steve Rogers. You nearly laughed at that. It seemed that Steve’s knee-jerk response of rebuking your and Bucky’s foul language had survived the ice.

Bucky paused the audio log and brought up a different one. “At long last is lasting a little long, boys.” Natalia.

“They’re here, (Y/N). Attacking the base.”

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aharris00britney · 7 years ago

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Ummmm stuff I’ve ignored and let build up ;-; MM hairlines, a pic of me, default replacement hairs, donation stuff, using my hair conversion meshes, a male hair wip, recolor requests, and other stuff UwU

Anonymous said: face reveal?

lmao this is from October but I never take pics of myself besides snapchat so UwU

@wildfire607 said: I love your content for the game! I have my notifications on for you. Much love from Texas. ♥️

omggg thank you!!!! literally I don’t feel like people would have notifications on for me ;n; again, thank you so much <3

@standardheld said: Hey there! I know you don’t take requests so take it as an idea. Maybe you’ll like it. Otherwise, please don’t feel forced to do anything! So here’s the idea: I haven’t fount an adult’s version of you YeoJin hairs with big pigtails. Remember Cassandra Goth from The Sims 2? It think it would look beautiful and I know you’ve got the necessary talent. If you like the idea, please let me know :)

Hello!!! Lmao I am kinda swamped rn to start ‘new’ things BUTBUTBUT I don’t mind if somebody uses my conversion meshes like YeoJin Hair since all it is is a conversion. So if u wanna do it or wanna ask some other people, feel free!! <3

@pxelsquid said: The WIP hair in your play list post is so beautiful! I can’t wait for it!

Thanks! Planning to get it out in the next week or so

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(answer in bold) lmao I actually don’t get many, at least not enough for them to go towards anything. But I do get a few dollars every couple of months (and that still makes me super happy to see ty to anyone who has donated ever UwU) lmao so I don’t really know what the donations go towards though I guess packs?? which rn I prob wouldn’t buy a pack w/donation money bc irl stufffff but I would think donations on a sims account should go to more sims stuff if you don’t need to money for personal life situations :)

Anonymous said: Hello! Would you ever consider some of your hairs for male sims?

You should be able to disable to masculine filter and see them?? If not go in S4S and edit the tags to let it be seen

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Anonymous said: I’m so happy you made the Jennie Hair without headband! I really like it so far. Good job!

Yay!! I’m glad you like it. Thank you so much <3

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Yeah!! They’ve been done a while, hopefully they should get posted soon. Here is a link if u want early accessssssssssssss UwU

Anonymous said: why did u and yoshi break up?

Richard ( @cas-fulleditmode ) shares the same fetish as me (M*** P**f) lmao im kiddingggggg UwU me and @ayoshi are married in Korea still

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i dont think u get…. my k-pop obsession ;-; lmao I literally keep up with like every girl group and watch the album teasers/everything UwU I still prefer Where Are You? to Black Dress though.

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to an extend I think so, yes. We have only messaged a few times in the past week or so bc of memessssss

Anonymous said: Can you please post some eyes or tell me where I can download cc eyes? I hate the eyelashes that sims has.

My resource page has the eyes I use and the no EA eyelashes mod link :)

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Thank you so much!!

Anonymous said: Hello! ^_^ I just dropped by to tell you how much I appreciate your hard work in making hairs. I don’t know how much time it takes you to make such wonderful creations, but they definitely made my sims better-looking for your CCs are amazing and they are of matching lengths and styles that really made planning my sims’ hairstyles easier <3 Sorry I’m too broke to donate, and all I can do is THANK YOU :( But please know that you deserve all the praises you get. More power to you and your blog! <3

omggg this is so sweet ;-; thank you!!! I really really really appreciate stuff like this. <3

Anonymous said: Would you consider making more hairs (preferably a long, casual style and maybe a ponytail?) with the Candie/Maja bangs? They’re soooo cute!

I have made another hair with those bangs. Hopefully it gets posted soon :)

Anonymous said: Can you please make the laundry day hairstyles base game compatible?

I actually didn’t buy laundry stuff lmao college/senior payments are taking all my money rn so I prob won’t get any packs anytime soon :P

Anonymous said: all i want in life is curly maxis match boy hairs ahhh :((((((((

aweeee I am really bad at male hairs or I would try :( this is a male hair I did the other day and it is super super basic but like I’m surprised it wasn’t super fucked up ;-;

@jacazul said: ✨💛 This is the Amazing Person Award! Once you are given this award you are supposed to paste it in the ask of eight different people, who, in your opinion, deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it is sweet to know someone thinks you’re amazing inside and out 💛✨ <3333

Thank you!!! <3

Anonymous said: how do you get all your sims to look so cute??? every time i think i’ve made a super cute sim i see one of your sims on my dash and i’m like WHOA NEVERMIND THEN. seriously tho what are your secrets

ummmm I use all my sims and then just do ‘make twin/sibling’ and then I get a clone to mold like clay wedgfhv

Anonymous said: which recolor palettes do you recommend for hairs? I like the EA colors but I would like to try some others.. especially after seeing the hair color you put on your sim with the jennie hair in your latest post

Obvi I like the anathema palette bc I put my hairs in that, but the saccharine (?) is really really good and there are tons of hairs in that. and the WMS palette is so so so good there are just too many swatches for me to do that palette tbh

Anonymous said: Are you going to make more hairs that are ombre accessory compatible?

Maybe! I am not sure tbh, it depends on the mesh I use and abunch of other factors :)

Anonymous said: Question, I love your Jisoo hair, it’s well done, but the ombre part, what’s the file name and how do you download it? I’m a noob when it comes to this. Sorry to bother you.

file name -> JisooHairOmbreNaturals[AH00B].package

just put it in your mods folder like you would normal CC. It is in accessories :)

Anonymous said: I’m legit falling in love with you and all these cc’s ❤❤❤

<3333 Thanksssssss UwU

Anonymous said: not to rush you but are any male sims coming out soon :0

My male sim has been in my drafts with all the CC links and everything the past MONTH but I haven’t had the motivation to export his download file omggg. He is on my gallery @ spotharris if u really really want him right now

@bob10112006

said:

I love you and thank you for your cc and can you make not so berry cc?thanks!

People have made recolors of my cc in not so berry colors :) check my sideblog @aharris00britneyrecolors

Anonymous said: Hi! Are you planning to make the Go Won hairs into a bob? the same hair and all but shorter. I just think it will look really nice as a bob.

Maybe?? no plans as of right now though

Anonymous said: please upload your red-ish haired sim! :) x

Already did, check my sim download page

Anonymous said: damn, those new hair really sucks. sorry… but. yeah.

well maybe if you stanned LOONA then you would like them UwU

Anonymous said: I checked out your sim page, they’re so gorgeous! I remember at some point last year you mentioned maybe sharing Briella after you stopped using her, and I haven’t seen her in a while in your posts. Have you considered sharing her or is she just officially retired? She was a very cute sim and is iconic!

Briella wasn’t actually my sim! Her original download post is here

@ayoshi said: Are you gonna tell your followers why you didn’t give me a valentine gift or…???

Me and @cas-fulleditmode were too busy to take a stop in korea sorry UwU

Anonymous said: heey :) could you maybe put the hairlines your were talking about in the latest post for download? i use hairlines myself and i really like your hairs in tge palette you are using and i can’t find any hairlines in it soo? could you do that? :)

the hairlines I made are actually in the saccharine palette bc so many clayified hairs come in that palette lmao. They are kinda messy rn but if I eve use them on a sim download ill link them there :)

Anonymous said: Could you please recolour some of wild-pixel’s hairs in the palette?

Anonymous said: can we give you recolor requests?

Idk if I will do recolors that often but when I do I kinda just do what hairs I find myself using at that time :P

Anonymous said: Will u ever upload girl from “tell me why, why i’m so lonely” post?? Please consider it, she is soooo cute 😍😍😍

I didnt save her :(

@investedwheat40 said: Would you ever consider uploading your joy hair as a default replacement for that one hair Zoe Patel wears?

Prob not since it uses different textures/shadows and stuff, it would be the same size and stuff as the normal Joy hair

Anonymous said: Is there any way to download you models? Because I live how they looks and really want to use them.

I got this before I made my sim download page, but lmao here is a link to my sim download page :P

#asks

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playboybaek · 8 years ago

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Bedroom Warfare - oneshot.

Sehun x Reader

Angst - AU - Smut

Word count: 3217

Warnings: Smut

Description: Sehun is the worst, everyone loves him, well except you. You won’t fall for his fake face that he feeds all your colleagues. Until you both come to an understanding.

A/N: Apparently I’ve had this sitting in my google drive completed already. I guess I’ll just upload it for luls. This was totally inspired by one ok rock’s song ‘bedroom warfare’. Sehun fit the profile pretty well tbh. You guys wanted smut, you have smut. Bad smut.

Gross.

The only word that could properly describe the way you felt whenever you saw him. That tall, lanky, thick eyebrowed, egotistic, narcissistic jerk, Sehun. Everyone loved him, he puts on a good show, but you’ve seen the otherside. The side he tries so hard to keep from people. He’s disgusting. Everything he does is for people to like him so he can act like some sort of King. King of the mindless is more like it. You hated him and his followers, they were just as fake as he was.

You gritted your teeth as you tried to squeeze by Sehun and the girl trying to make a pass on him. If she leaned anymore into him you could have swore she would already be inside his pants. You tried to suction yourself to the wall to slide by without any contact until you felt a tug on your jacket. “Shit.” you whispered. You looked down to the force that was keeping you from moving. Your jacket was stuck on a hoop on the girl’s purse. ��Um, excuse me.” you said to the girl in a low tone, lightly tapping on her shoulder. The girl didn’t acknowledge your existence in the slightest.

Getting more irritated now, you grabbed her shoulder forcing her to turn towards you. “What the hell?” she shouted in your face, throwing her hands up in the air as if surrendering to a fight that didn’t exist. “Do you have a problem with me?” she continued to yell in your face, attracting the attention of whoever was in the small coffee shop.

“No, my jacket is caught on your purse.” you replied monotoned. You were pretty fed up with the situation and wanted to make an escape as soon as possible. You started to reach for the hoop on her purse to try and free your jacket. Before your hands even touched the hoop she slapped them away and started to move backwards, dragging you with her. “Listen, if you would just-”

“There.” Sehun said, putting space between you and the girl. He had freed your jacket from the hoop and shoved the girl out of the way. He gave you a chic smile. It made you want to puke. You rolled your eyes and turned to walk away. You were stopped by a hand holding your arm, spinning towards him. “Usually people say things like ‘thank you’.” he was still smiling. You could tell it was so forced, you just wanted to tell him to give up the act.

“You would have to actually be thankful to say ‘thank you’.” you retorted, snatching your arm from his. You sighed and left the shop without even being able to get a coffee. “It’s going to be a long day.” you said to no one in particular.

“It will be with that attitude.” you heard a voice behind you, Sehun. He still had a smug smile on his face with his hands tucked into the pockets of his peacoat. “Need a ride to the office?” he held out his hand, motioning towards his vehicle.

“Pass.” you replied without even looking at him. You waved down a taxi and told him which building to take you to. Usually you would walk to the coffee shop and then walk to work, but because of the incident you had no choice, but to save time with a taxi. “That wench. Making me late and I still don’t have my coffee.” you sighed closing your eyes and rubbing your temples. You needed to calm down before going into work, because waiting for you was nine long hours working side by side with Sehun. You desperately wanted to quit working at this corporation, but their benefits are too good to pass on and the pay was beyond perfect.

You’ve been with the company for five years now, Sehun has only been there for one and he has managed to surpass you in absolutely everything. He would get praised for just lifting a pen. You admit that his marketing skills were good, but his perception of people was skewed. Sehun always beat your numbers and out performed you, not by much, but no one takes notice of that. ‘Be the best or be like the rest.’ You sighed one last time before stepping out of the cab.

You walked through the front doors heading towards the elevator with no Sehun in sight. You smiled to yourself when you heard the ding for the elevator. “Hold the elevator please.” you half shouted to whoever was in the elevator. You walked faster so you didn’t keep anyone waiting. “Thanks a lo-” you looked at the good samaritan and felt the regret turn in your stomach.

“Hey, you finally said ‘thank you’.” Sehun laughed. He pushed some buttons on the elevator and the doors closed before you could make an escape and just take the stairs instead. You closed your eyes and leaned on the back of the elevator, hoping you could just evaporate if you tried hard enough. No such luck and you still had 13 more floors to go. The elevator stopped at every floor and people would come and go. You reached the 9th floor, and at least five more people piled onto the tiny elevator. You were pushed and shoved, shoulder to shoulder with strangers that have been working in the same building as you for years.

On the 10th floor one more person tried squeezing into the elevator, pushing you into the person standing behind you. “Sorry.” you turned to apologize only to find that Sehun was the person standing behind you. You were so thankful for all the people putting distance between you and Sehun, yet in the end they only made things worse. You quickly looked away from him trying your hardest not to touch him in the slightest. The pushing and shoving made that completely impossible.

You felt Sehun’s hard chest against your back and his breath right above your ear. Breathing wasn’t really an option at this point. You felt your face turn red and the heat could send anyone into a stroke. You closed your eyes and tried to calm yourself as the elevator continued to stop at every floor only for people to realize it was full. You felt hands on your shoulders causing you to snap out of your zen.

“Are you okay?” Sehun asked, rubbing your shoulders. “We’re at our floor.” he pointed at the open doors as the people in the elevator almost fully trickled out of the cramped elevator. You quickly pulled away from him, exiting as fast as you could without it being obvious. You held up your hand towards Sehun as you left, a sign that you were fine.

You sat at your cubicle and cupped your cheeks. “What the hell is wrong with me today?” you whispered. You gathered all your paperwork to start on your part of the marketing project. You had to make all the data presentable and in terms that a small business owner would understand the benefits of joining a corporation. You were glad that you still had a lot to do, you knew that if you stayed focused on your work then no one would bother you.

You remained at your cubicle throughout the day and through lunch, just munching on whatever little snacks you leave stashed inside your desk. The only time you left was to use the restroom and even then no one stopped you and there was no Sehun to be found. Your suddenly rotten day became better and better by the hour.

You slammed your index finger on the left mouse button, sending the print job out to the printer. You declaration that you were finished and ready to head home. You stood up and stretched, looking around to see that everyone has gone home for the night. You walked to the printer room and looked up at the clock. Nine o’clock. “Well, that’s not too bad I suppose.” you smiled to yourself. You grabbed your papers and filed them away at your desk.

You stepped outside letting the cool air fill your lungs as you took a deep breath. You missed the last bus by 15 minutes, which didn’t bother you too much. You were used to walking home, in fact, you enjoyed it. The walk home was how you decompressed from your work days with Sehun. Though today went well for you.

You turned the corner from your work place and started on your 10 minute walk to your apartment. You tucked your hands into your pockets and buried your face into your scarf. You loved the cooler weather rather than the hot summers. It was easier to wear more clothes than to wear less when you’re too hot.

“Do you need a ride home?” you turned around and saw Sehun sitting in his vehicle with the window rolled down. You shook your head and continued walking. You could hear his vehicle moving slowly to match the pace you were going. You side eyed him and sighed. “You’re always sighing at me. I’m just trying to help you.” his voice was almost pouty, disgusting. You turned toward his vehicle.

“Did you ever think that I don’t need your help or even want it for that matter.” the words sounded harsher than you intended, but you felt like he was following you like a puppy that needed to be disciplined. It was as if he didn’t hear the words that just came from your mouth because all he did was smile back. “Gross.” you whispered. You saw his car speed up and turn at the corner. “Maybe that was a bit harsh.” you scolded yourself. You shook your head. “Nah, he’ll be okay. He’s a grown man after all.”

You reached your apartment building and walked inside, slowly walking down the hallway till you found your door. You walked in and started to shut your door before you saw a hand wrap around it pushing it open again. You jumped back in surprise, ready to flee for your life. Your shoulders dropped when you realized who it was. “What the hell, Sehun?” you yelled at him, grabbing at your heart.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to talk to you for a minute.” his voice was stern and demanding making you tense up again. This wasn’t a voice that you were used to. Sehun was always so passive and light toned when around other people. I guess it only makes sense that the facade fades when they’re all gone.

“Can’t it wait we’re at work?” you moved towards the door that he was still holding propped open. You tried pushing it closed with little force, but he didn’t budge. He took a step into your apartment, closing the door behind him.

“What are you… doing?” your voice slightly shaking. His everyday smile was gone. His friendly aura disappeared.

“Why do you hate me?” he asked bluntly. Sehun crossed his arms taking a couple steps towards you.

“Really? That’s why you’re here? You want to know why I hate you?” you couldn’t help but to laugh. The situation didn’t seem real. You straightened yourself out to give him a proper answer. “I’ll try to make this short for you Sehun. I don’t like anything about you. You’re one of the fakest people I have ever met. You put on a facade that everyone is too blind to see. You pass out that fake smile like it’s candy on Halloween and everyone loves it. You’ve put all my hard work to shame just by existing, I can’t even get the higher ups to look at a proposal I’ve been working on for years because they only want what you have to offer. You effortlessly make my life more difficult. You don’t even realize how it affects others, or you do and just don’t care. We’re enemies, Sehun” you stated matter of factly. You waited for a reply, but all that came was uncontrollable laughter.

“Wow. I didn’t think I was that obvious.” he mused, he smirked in a way you’ve never seen before and it sent a shiver down your spine. “I guess I can cut the good guy act around you then.” he dropped his arms to his sides and took more steps towards you, closing the gap. “I have a strong hate for people, the act gets so tiring.” he twirls a loose strand of your hair around his finger. You slap his hand away and took a step back.

“Unfortunately for me, no one believe me if I told them. If you’re worried about that, you shouldn’t be.” you crossed your arms leaning against the wall.

“Who said I was worried?” he laughed, closing the gap again. He placed his hand on the wall next to your head, leaning towards you. “This could be fun, don’t you think?” he smirked. “Enemies by day, lovers by night?”

“In your dreams.” you laughed out, you went to kick his shin, but he easily dodged it and effortlessly wedged himself between your legs. You instinctively arched your back at the sudden closeness causing him to let out a low growl. He took your wrists in his hands, pinning them above your head. His stare showed nothing but lust and in that moment you turned into a different person.

You didn’t waste any time and quickly met his lips with your own, hungrily grabbing at his bottom lip. He let out a low moan, releasing one of your arms so he could grab your neck. You used your free hand to push his chest as you stuck one of your legs behind him, causing him to fall backwards. You ran down the hallway towards the bathroom to lock yourself in. Sehun ran up behind you, catching you by the waist as he slammed you into the wall. Your cheeked slammed into the wall harder than you thought it was going to. He had you pinned again, this time from behind.

“Are we playing cat and mouse now?” he whispered into your ear. You felt him press himself into you and you could feel his lower half begging for attention. You arched your back into him to give him a slight tease. You heard strained growl escape from his throat. He moved closer to your neck, placing kisses all the way down to your shoulder, his kisses turned to nibbles and the nibbles turned into bites and you couldn’t help the moan escape from your mouth.

At the sound of your voice he lost it and his kisses and bites became hungrier by the second. He turned you, your back against the wall again. With one hand Sehun grabbed your neck while placing kisses across your shoulders. With both hands he found the top of your shirt and ripped it down the middle. You gasped. “That was expensive you know.”

Sehun smirked, “I’ll buy you a new one.” his lips crashed into yours, fighting you for dominance. You pulled away and pushed him into the opposite wall. He turned back towards you with a grin that Satan himself created. Sehun picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, searching the rooms until he found yours. He tossed you onto the bed without breaking a sweat. “Pants. Off.” his voice overly demanding.

You stood up on the bed making you taller than Sehun now. You looked down at him and laughed. You quickly grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down onto the bed. You jumped on top of him, straddling him as you ran your hands from his waist up to the first button on his shirt. Mocking his actions you easily ripped the shirt right down the middle. “Oops? Now we’re even.” Sehun started to sit up before you pushed him back down, your hand on his throat, wrapped lightly around. You could feel him under you, harder than before. He started to squirm impatiently, grinding up into you slowly. You held his hips still with your other hand before bringing it back up to his face waving it back and forth. “You’re not in charge here.” you whispered.

Not even a second later you felt his hands grab your waist, tossing you next to him as he climbed on top. Sehun unbuttoned your pants and swiftly pulled them off, tossing them in an unknown direction. Without wasting time he removed his own pants, making sure to keep his dominance over you while doing so. His hands rested at your sides, tickling them softly as he kissed your stomach, slowly moving up, placing a small kiss above your breast. You placed your hand under his chin, pulling his face up to yours. You placed a small kiss on his lips as you pulled his lower half into you with your legs, bucking into him. Sehun closed his eyes and you saw his composure falter.

“You’re really trying to put me over the edge, aren’t you?” Sehun hissed.

“Consider this payback.” you smirked. Sehun’s eyebrow raised in question before you bucked once more. He moaned at the contact and hungrily bit your lip. With one swift movement he lined himself to your entrance and thrusted without warning. You let out a whimper, looking up to Sehun only to be met by a devious look.

His pace quickened, each thrust harder than the one before, sending you over the edge. Your nails dug into his back the quicker his thrusts got. “Just give up.” Sehun retorted, he was staring at you as you tried to hold your concentration. You weren’t ready to give into him. This was your moment. It was your turn to beat him in something. You were childish, but so was he.

“Keep dreaming.” you whispered. You pulled him into your again, deeper than he could go on his own. Sehun dropped his head into your neck.

“Fuck.” he breathed out. “Have it your way.” Sehun steadied himself, pulling out slowly before slamming back into you, picking up the pace as he went. He was close and you could feel it. You felt the thrusts become more strained and slower as he hit his climax, causing you to reach yours.

Sehun pulled out slowly, hissing at the sensitivity as he collapsed next to you. He turned his head towards you, placing gentle kisses on your shoulder. You could help but to feel attracted to him in that moment, you’ve never had sex like that before and you enjoyed it.

“I’m sorry.” he turned away, looking at your ceiling. “I never knew how you felt towards me.” You didn’t respond, the silence was enough for both of you.

Sehun propped up on his arm, looking as you laid there with your eyes closed. “If you tell anyone about my secret…” he trailed off. You felt the bed shift as he leaned over you, kissing your ear. “I’ll fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk properly for a week.” he whispered. You opened your eyes to meet his. You smiled at him, running your hand along the side of his face down to his chin.

“Let the bedroom warfare begin.”

#sehun #exo #oh sehun #sehun angst #sehun smut #exo smut #sehun fanfic #exo angst #sehun au #exo au

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zoadgo · 8 years ago

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how do you make a gif

I made a tutorial ages ago, but it’s a little outdated, so here’s a new one (with loads of pictures) after the cut!

Step One: Get the file

Obtain through totally non illegal means a copy of whatever you’re trying to gif. For TV shows, make sure your totally legally obtained episode is a ‘web dl’, for movies, minimum 720p or you’re going to be fighting quality the whole time. So for the show I’m using for this, my search parameters were ‘the 100 s04e08 web dl’

Step Two: Grab screencaps

I use VLC media player with ‘next frame bound to ‘n’ and ‘screenshot’ bound to enter. So go to the first frame of the shot you want to gif, press enter, and then press n. Repeat until you have reached the end of the shot. On my computer, I can hit n and enter a whole bunch very rapidly and it will just take screenshots while I’m doing something else, so I don’t have to sit around waiting and getting every frame exactly.

When you’re done, your destination folder should look like this;

Step Three (Optional): Sort screenshots

If you’re like me and just set it to cap a fuckton, you probably took too many shots. Select the ones you don’t want and delete them, just to make it a little more organized later.

Step Four: Load screencaps

Open Photoshop, and then do this (Files>Scripts>Load Files into Stack...);

Click ‘browse’

Select your files

And hit ‘okay’

It will now load all of your screencaps for one gif into a stack!

Step Five: Make frames on timeline

On the bottom bar, you need to be selected on ‘timeline’, and I’m gonna be honest I no longer remember if that’s a default setting or not, but yeah. So click the icon in the top right and select ‘make frames from layers’

Step Six: Reverse frames

It makes the frames backwards, so click the same button as before and select ‘reverse frames’

Step Seven (Optional): Crop

If you want your gif to be less than the full screencap, crop it down! I usually recommend this, it makes your gifs look better even if you just trim 20px off the sides. Select the area you want, and then Image>Crop

Step Eight: Resize

Hit ctrl+alt+i or Image>Image Size and resize your gif. Keep in mind a full width gif is 540px, 2 side by side is 268px, and three in a row is 177px. @unwrapping is the best place to check what the current image dimensions are for posts!

If you don’t do this step, your gif will be wayyyy above the size limit.

Step Nine: Colouring

The fun part! And the part that can drive you insane. You’re going to use the options here on the right hand bar for the most part;

This is the basic gif I’m starting with;

First I go in with a curves layer like this;

And get this;

Then I adjust levels, which can vary wildly depending on the lighting. Just play with the sliders until the result looks good, for this gif it was;

Giving me;

Next, if you want, vibrance and saturation!

If you want, one more curve layer;

And that’s a basic colouring/adjustment! For more in depth like so;

I’d need to do a whole nother tutorial.

Step Ten: Saving the gif

Save the PSD in case you need to make further adjustment with ‘ctrl+s’, and I like to name mine by gifset, but you can name it however you like, I just find it easier like this;

Now, to save it as a gif, hit ‘shift-ctrl-alt-s’ or File>Save for Web

And these are my settings. Make sure your looping settings are ‘loop forever’ or you will end up with it playing once and then stopping.

Your file size needs to be below 3MB, and if you need to shed size, the easiest way is to get rid of frames. After that, drop colours and dither, and pray for the file size gods to smile on you.

Step Eleven: Upload

Upload your gifs and cry because you actually managed to turn this;

Into this;

And you’ll probably get 5 notes.

Oh right!

Bonus step: Tagging

When you upload, only the first five tags will matter as far as where your gifs show up. Now, I’m doing a gif of King Roan from The 100, so my first five would look like this;

#the100edit #the100daily #the 100 #king roan #roan kom azgeda

Daily blogs are the best place to get you gifs shared, so make sure you check if the show/movie/character has a daily blog. [show]edit is also usually a god place to share to, and after that, character or ship specific tags.

Good luck and godspeed, let me know if you have any questions!

#gif tutorial #i hope this makes sense!#let me know if you want specific colouring tutorials or such #Anonymous

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vvienersoldier · 8 years ago

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Monsters

“You want to fight monsters, Kyle, then you sure as hell better be willing to become one yourself, ‘cause you know what? At the end of the day, somebody gets eaten.” - Training Day (2017)

Summary: Steve’s being a star-spangled pain in the ass so you set him straight with something you heard from someone when you first starting working with S.H.I.E.L.D.

A/N: The beginning of this is set before the events of The Winter Soldier, before S.H.I.E.L.D. falls apart.

Pairing: Steve x reader

Warnings: Death, fighting, angst

Word Count: 1,604

Two Years Ago

You’d been recruited as a new member of S.H.I.E.L.D. straight out of training for the C.I.A. You’d shown up to your new place of employment the day after completing training, only to have S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent Maria Hill step into the room next to your boss and call your name out in front of everyone, causing your face to flush. She didn’t explain why she’d pulled you out of work at the time, making your joints almost lock in fear, your hands becoming clammy, and your heart pounding in your ears so loud that you couldn’t focus on what she was saying at first.

“Hello? Agent (Y/L/N)?” She questioned, annoyance coloring her voice, though she seemed to be trying to contain her emotions. She gave you a demanding stare, as if waiting for an answer.

“O-Oh, can you please repeat that?” You asked, almost whispering in embarrassment as your face flamed an even darker shade of red.

“Would you like to be transferred from the C.I.A. into S.H.I.E.L.D.?” She repeated to you, looking down at you with a no-nonsense air about her and her arms crossed over her chest.

“Oh my gosh, do you guys really want me? Yes, yes of course, I’d love to join S.H.I.E.L.D.!” You exclaimed, causing an amused smile to flit across the woman’s face. You hadn’t been exposed yet to what it really meant to be to be an agent with the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division, or any agency, for that matter, so you had no idea what you were in for.

Agent Hill smiled to herself, making a comment you didn’t quite catch about a wake up call.

Two Weeks Later

You felt sick to your stomach, it had been a few days since you’d returned from your inaugural mission, and you were questioning why you’d even wanted to be an agent, with any division.

Every time you closed your eyes, all you could see was the moment of impact, the bullet you’d fired, burying itself into the head of an enemy. You didn’t know him, he didn’t know you. But you were enemies nonetheless.

It was supposed to be a simple recon mission, extract vital information by covertly hacking into the target’s mainframe. The second you’d started transferring files onto a hard drive, however, alarms had sounded and soldiers were rushing the room.

“I’ve got company,” you stated into the comm in your ear, but before you could panic or draw your own weapon, a deadly redhead in a black jumpsuit had come from seemingly nowhere, dropping almost all of the soldiers before you could blink. You knew who she was, of course, you’d sat across from her in the quinjet on the way to this mission, but the skill set of Black Widow always left you speechless, no matter how much you’d seen her in action, in both footage and real life.

One of the men she’d disarmed previously got to his feet while she had her back turned to him, trying to comprehend the situation, and had raised his gun before you had time to call Natasha’s name. Acting on instinct, your handgun was aimed at him, your shot lined up almost instantly, and you squeezed the trigger fluidly. It had happened in the space of a second, and Natasha was in front of you, a proud looking her eye, but a shadow of concern behind it.

“Agent (Y/L/N), what’s your status?” Captain Rogers spoke into your ear, making you blink rapidly and turn back to the computer to check the uploading process.

“Data transfer complete.” You informed him, to which he’d responded with regroup and evacuation plans.

Grabbing the flashdrive after safely ejecting it, you and Natasha headed to the rendezvous point, the world blurring past you as you floated through your adrenaline high.

“(Y/N), we’re safe, put the gun away,” Natasha crooned in a surprisingly soft voice. You followed her orders numbly, holstering the weapon after checking to make sure the safety was on.

Captain Rogers and the others were waiting for the two of you to arrive, and after handing the flashdrive over to Steve, you boarded the jet without a peep, waves of shock still pulsing through you.

He frowned, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion after you, and was ready to follow you and pester you on your mood, until Natasha laid a hand on his arm, holding him back.

“Don’t. The shot you heard wasn’t me, it was her.” She said, and that was enough for him to nod and let you be, still staring in concern at your glazed over face and slumping shoulders.

Blinking fiercely, you rubbed the burning of tears from your eyes. You’d cried about this enough to Maria, who’d seemingly taken you under her wing, and even gotten a talk from Natasha about how it gets easier to deal with, making you grateful that someone like her hadn’t belittled you for your emotions.

On the fifth day of your funk, after missing multiple targets in the firing range, you were informed that the Director wanted a word with you.

Dread coiling in your gut, you’d entered his office with his permission, seeing him already looking at you with his fierce gaze.

“Sir,” you addressed him with a nod, taking on a more proper stance.

“Agent, I’d like to talk to you about your performance today in the firing range.” He stated, before footage of you missing half your shots rolled from the holographic projector set up at his conference table. “This-,” he pointed to the image, “-is not the agent I hired. This is not the woman who came out at the top of the C.I.A.’s new recruits, and it is definitely not the woman I argued with the Director of the C.I.A. over.” He said, his voice growing more emphatic as he continued. “Now, I know from Agent Romanoff that you saved her careless ass from getting a bullet put in her head by putting a bullet through someone else’s head. It happened. Either accept that, or resign. You want to fight monsters, (Y/N), then you sure as hell better be willing to become one yourself, ‘cause you know what? At the end of the day, somebody gets eaten,” he finished, looking at you sternly.

You straightened up, meeting his intense gaze with one of your own. “Yes, Sir.” you nodded, before being dismissed with a warning to accept your actions or leave.

Present Day

After S.H.I.E.L.D. fell, you really had nothing, besides your solid friendship with Natasha Romanoff, which is how you ended up with the World’s Mightiest Misfits, travelling on missions for backup and covert ops. In the years since you’d met Natasha, she’d trained you diligently in the art of espionage, so you were used more for infiltration and information gathering, and sometimes long-distance assistance, than the real fighting, since your small frame couldn’t physically support you fighting side-by-side with the others.

You’d all just got back to the compound from a rather draining mission, and you had quite a lot of blood on your hands from this.

“I told you only to kill when necessary, (Y/N), not whenever there was a vague threat of a fight.” Steve scolded, scolded, you, like a small child who hadn’t listened to the rules of their parent. “What happened to the agent I met who didn’t want to harm anyone, the agent that I first met at S.H.I.E.L.D. two years ago? What happened?” He asked, his voice gradually growing louder.

“You want to know what happened to her, Steven? She got eaten. She was eaten by the monster I am now! And do you want to know why she got eaten, Steven? Hm? It’s because you can’t fight a monster without becoming one! And if I didn’t become the monster I am now, I would’ve been eaten with her!” She shouted at him, her small hand coming up between them and poking his chest for emphasis as she raged. For a person who would’ve made Steve seem tall even back in the 40′s, he had to admit she was damn menacing, and a small part of him was afraid of this side of her, or, he supposed, this side of her that he chose not to acknowledge ever since her return from Fury’s office after her first mission.

“Hey, Doll, okay, it’s okay,” he soothed, seeing the tears swelling in her eyes. “I know, I understand. I-I just worry that you won’t always be able to handle the killing,” he spoke quietly as he pulled you into his chest, pressing a lingering kiss to the crown of your head. “I love you too much to see you lose yourself to this job.” He spoke into her hair, slowly rocking them both back and forth as he pulled you down onto your shared bed, his hand cradling the back of your head as you cried into his chest.

“You’re not going to lose me, Stevie,” you sniffled up at him with a tired smile, “I’m too tough to get eaten now.” You said, causing him to let out a soft chuckle, laying down and pulling you onto his chest.

“I know, sweetie, you’re tougher than anyone I know.” He said, before leaning down to you and pressing a tender kiss to your lips.

Masterlist

#marvel imagine #steve rogers x reader #steve x reader #steve rogers #captain america #natasha romanoff #black widow #avengers #s.h.i.e.l.d.#director fury

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Hope Is Not Lost - Five

A/N: I literally just finished writing this pretty much, I was going to rush it out yesterday, but I knew this chapter was something that couldn't be rushed, hope you guys like it cause...you know...this is where the smut comes in ;)

Pairing: Rebelcaptain

Rating: M

Words: 3,964

AO3: (x)

Jyn had to convince herself that it was all just part of her mission to figure out who Joreth Sward was and what his motivations were within the Empire. She didn’t want to think about how good his lips felt against her skin, or how he managed to hit just the right spot every single time. She was drunk last night, that was it, that was why everything he did felt so good, she had half a bottle of liquor, she could have gotten suckerpunched in the gut and it wouldn’t have hurt, so naturally tender kisses in a heated moment would have felt fantastic. Tonight she’d be sober, clear-headed, and her own brain wasn’t going to betray her; all she had to do was get him in bed and he’d be putty in her hands by the end of it all. Joreth Sward was a sleazy Imperial Senator, he worked for the worst of the worst, he funded the planet killer himself and was more than eager to see it in action from what Jyn could piece together from his eagerness. Jyn just had to keep that mindset tonight, and everything would go by smoothly, once she got what she needed she’d just drop him like the rest and use the information to her advantage.

Or at least that’s what she had planned, until a rather panicked looking Bodhi Rook scurried into the lab around lunchtime, his eyes scanning the entire room and shifting around uneasily. Of course something had to go wrong, things were going by just a bit too smoothly, something always had to go wrong.

“Where the hell were you last night? We have a problem!” Bodhi hissed in a hushed whisper, despite them being the only two people in the lab.

“I was busy with the Senator, what happened?” Jyn asked, Bodhi didn’t need to know what her methods were, he struck her as the innocent type - the kind of person who wouldn’t understand what she was doing.

“The Senator audited my flight records yesterday morning.” Bodhi said. “He asked me if I knew Saw Gerrera.”

“What?” Jyn asked, she was trying her best to not let it show that this worried her. “What did you say?”

“Everyone who grows up on Jedha knows who he is, I said I heard of him but that’s it.” Bodhi replied. “The Empire knows about Saw surely, right?”

“He’s not exactly subtle.” Jyn murmured, Saw Gerrera was an extremist to say the least, even the Rebels themselves had separated ties with him from what her father had told her. “If something else happens let me know.” Jyn tried to assure him. “It seems like it was normal, they’re always looking for defectors in the lower levels. Just keep your head down, alright? As soon as I get something more on this guy, we’ll be fine, for now just keep doing your pickups, stay away from Saw on Jedha.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Bodhi mumbled. “Be careful, alright? I don’t know what you're planning on doing to get more information on him, but he seems like he knows more than half the people on this base.”

“I guess that means he really is high ranking then, which is exactly what we need.” Jyn said. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.”

“If you say so.” Bodhi sighed, giving Jyn a slight nod before leaving the lab, trying to blend in with the rest of the base as always.

Jyn already knew that Senator Joreth Sward was a threat, but now he’d only asserted himself as a real threat to what Jyn, her papa, and Bodhi were trying to do. He had to be dealt with, now more than ever, Jyn just had to make sure her heart wasn’t in it when she did so, otherwise things could become far more difficult than they already were.

As dinner time drew closer, Cassian began to get a bit antsy; he found it hard to keep still and focus on the files in front of him, knowing that a dalliance with Jyn Erso was on the horizon. He was a spy, he'd done this more times than he cared to remember, seducing someone into bed for secrets wasn't the problem, it was that damned look he gave her the night before, and those words she'd elicited from him that made him want to posses something he knew he couldn't have. Jyn was a loyal member to the Empire since birth, or so it seemed; his cover as Joreth Sward could have been was drew her in since it was always about status and power within the Empire, the minute she discovered his true nature things would be different, and by the end of three months that day would come. For now, he couldn't let the delusion of Jyn genuinely wanting to be with him cloud his thoughts, she could just want a one night stand for all he knew; though no matter what happened, he had to remember that all of this was a lie.

He was on his way out to go grab something to eat, though it was mostly to keep his mind distracted from lingering thoughts on Jyn when Kaytoo walked through the door, his new coat of paint seeming to shine even more than beforehand.

“I cannot wait to leave this place, those infernal service droids are obsessed with keeping the rest of us spotless.” Kaytoo complained. “Either way, a message came through for you Captain, it’s from Mon Mothma.”

The messages Cassian received were almost always from General Draven, so a message from the Chancellor of the Rebel Alliance was more than strange. Kaytoo grabbed Cassian’s data pad that he brought with him from the base for the sole purpose of sending and receiving messages, he uploaded Mon Mothma message to it and handed it back to Cassian for him to read over.

‘Captain Andor, the orders that General Draven has given you has come to my attention; Galen Erso is to be brought back to Yavin 4 alive to stand trial before all of the senators. From your reports, Erso is possibly in contact with Saw Gerrera who is a fiercely dedicated rebel, someone who wouldn’t speak to an Imperial scientist civilly unless they were proved to be rebels themselves by Saw. Erso is a possible ally that we need in the alliance now more than ever, especially with his knowledge of this supposed super weapon. Extract Erso from Eadu as soon as the chance presents himself.’

This only made things far more complicated than they already were. It was one thing when his mission was to kill Galen Erso, now to save him and bring him to the alliance - that meant exposing his cover and earning trust as Cassian, not as Joreth Sward. For the first time since joining the alliance and becoming a spy, he had to trust someone else with his life in enemy territory where he could easily be betrayed. He almost wished that his mission had stayed the same, but there was a thought that crossed through his mind - Jyn. He didn’t have to kill her father, but he had to earn her trust as Cassian and make her see that he wasn’t lying, getting in her pants wouldn’t exactly help the problem.

“Cassian?” Kaytoo questioned as Cassian walked out the door.

For the first time, Cassian had no idea what he was going to do about his current situation, he had to talk to Jyn, and he had to make her believe the truth which would be easier said than done.

Jyn may have dipped into her secret stash hidden in her room before she head off to the lab to wait for Joreth to arrive, she always got nervous before going through with things like these and liquor always seemed to help in the past. She was a little wobbly, it might have been because her little sip turned into the rest of her Corellian Red, but her nerves didn’t vanish until she’d taken the last sip. Jyn figured she'd just sit down and wait for him, try to let some of the alcohol run it’s course since she was early, but to her surprise, there Joreth was, sitting at her cluttered desk like he had last night - apparently he was eager for everything she promised.

“You’re early.” Jyn announced, catching his attention; she couldn’t help but notice the rather somber look on his face.

“I wasn’t hungry.” He shrugged. “You weren’t out there either.”

Maybe if she hadn’t been so busy trying to drink her nerves away, she would have done the smart thing and gone to dinner.

“I ate early.” Jyn lied.

There was a bit of an awkward silence between them until Joreth rose to his feet and Jyn walked over to him, quickly closing the distance between them and just trying to throw herself into the moment. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to kiss at his jawline, he still hadn’t shaved but Jyn didn’t mind, it made him different from the rest of the awful men in the Empire, easier to forget he was part of it all.

“Jyn, I have to talk to you.” Joreth spoke up, his hands grabbing at her waist to push her back slightly.

“Yeah?” Jyn asked, looking up at him with her slightly blurry vision, a smile on her lips.

He just looked down at her, that somber look on his face still there, he was struggling to try and say something to her, but he just couldn’t seem to get the words out. Growing a bit impatient, Jyn took advantage of the moment again and started kissing at his neck, laughing a bit against his skin, the alcohol was slowly starting to take its full effect on her.

“You are far too sad for what’s going to happen.” Jyn mumbled against his skin, waiting for him to interrupt her mission again, and she wasn’t surprised when he grabbed at her to pull her away again.

This time the look on his face had shifted, it was serious and his eyes were twinged with something darker, and instead of trying to speak, his lips captured hers greedily while his fingers tightened around her waist and pulled her closer to him again. Jyn didn’t know what he wanted to tell her, but if he kept kissing her the way he was, she wouldn’t think twice about it. It didn’t hurt either that Joreth was an attractive man, not much older than her, and seemed to know exactly what he wanted when it came to intimacy; at least she knew she wouldn’t have a bad time with him. She didn’t know where his sudden desire came from, but she wasn’t complaining when his lips strayed from hers and started to kiss down her neck the way he was the night before, the kind that elicited moans from her beyond her control. The moans seemed to make him pursue her even more, pushing her up against her desk, Jyn hearing some things fall to the ground as he did so - she needed to clean off her desk anyway.

While all of the others were still up in the mountains with her father, there was still the very strong possibility of someone just walking by and seeing them in such compromising positions, and while it wasn’t exactly against the rules for Jyn and Joreth to be like this, it was discouraged. Not to mention the last thing she wanted with his lips on her like that was for their time together to be interrupted and the moment lost, she liked him much better like this than with that sad look on his face.

“We should take this somewhere else.” Jyn was a bit breathless as she spoke now, all her energy focused on biting back loud moans from escaping her lips. “My room is closer.”

“Whatever you say.” Joreth replied, mumbled against the base of her neck.

“You’re going to have to stop kissing me like that.” Jyn laughed, her hands moving to his shoulders to push him away from her slightly. “Come on.” She reached down and grabbed one of his hands, leading him out of the lab and back to her room.

She shouldn’t have been so giddy and excited about the events unfolding, but she was.

Jyn caught Joreth off guard as soon as they entered her room, the doors sliding shut and locking behind them. She guided him right to her bed and pushed him down onto it, no hesitation in her actions and her grinning like a fool as she climbed into his lap, straddling him and continuing their kissing.

“You’ve been drinking.” He mumbled against her lips, though Jyn could see the barest hints of a smirk playing on his lips.

“Maybe I have.” Jyn replied. “Do you want some?”

“No, I don’t want to be drunk for this.” He replied more confidently now, resembling more of the side of himself that Jyn saw last night.

Jyn fought back a blush, or tried to at least, she knew she failed when Joreth’s face lit up with a warm smile as he was looking up at her. He didn’t say anything thankfully, he just initiated another kiss, this time it was sweet and slow, something almost tender that caught Jyn off guard from the playfulness of the moment that she had initiated. Joreth wrapped his hands around her waist gently, and just the slightest amount of pressure to her was enough to guide Jyn down onto her bed while Joreth climbed on top of her and took control. He was tender, far beyond what she expected to come from him, no one in the Empire was sweet or gentle in any capacity - Joreth was different, and it certainly didn’t help her situation of keeping her heart out of the whole ordeal. If anything the drinking managed to make her feelings flare up even more.

His fingers started to tug at the bottom of her tunic, gently lifting it up inch by inch until Jyn grabbed ahold of it from him and ripped it off herself, tossing it aside on the floor. He didn’t touch her after that, it almost made her wonder if she misread something about the situation, it also made her a bit self conscious about being so bold and choosing to not wear a bra or band of any kind. He just looked at her, his eyes studying every inch of her skin, Jyn feeling the urge to cover herself back up after being so stupidly bold, but he saw her hand move and he gently took ahold of it, leaning down and continuing his mission of kisses down her chest.

“You’re beautiful, Jyn.” Joreth mumbled when he pulled away from her for just a moment, his hungry eyes locked on hers.

Jyn couldn’t think of anything as a reply, she didn’t really have time to as he reached up and undid the simple bun in her hair, letting it cascade down just barely past her shoulders, then starting the process of kissing down her chest again. He paused when he reached her breasts for just a moment before he went and took one into his mouth, his hand on the other and massaging it. He got louder moans from her when he started to take his time with both actions, his thumb grazing over one of her nipples while his tongue paid attention to the other. She might have moaned a bit louder than she intended to, perhaps loud enough for one of her neighbors to hear, though most people were likely still working, but everything just felt too damn good with his hands on her. He eventually switched sides and everything was still far too sensitive and electric for Jyn to truly contain herself.

Joreth pulled away for just a moment, and Jyn took the opportunity to grab at the bottom of his uniform shirt and tug it up over his head herself. She had to admit that she was a bit shocked by what she saw he was hiding underneath that shirt. He was a Senator, so what was he doing with all of these scars on nearly every inch of his body. Joreth knew she was studying them, he appeared almost as self conscious about them as Jyn had felt when she’d taken her shirt off. She let her fingers lightly trace over a few of them while she continued to stare in silence, noticing him tense up, Jyn finally found the words to say.

“They’re beautiful.” She mumbled while he looked at her curiously. “They tell a story, maybe I’ll get to hear about them sometime.”

She didn’t give him time to reply as she started pressing kisses to the scars she could reach, tracing the others down his back with her hands while Joreth returned to kissing her neck. Jyn wasn’t sure how long they were like this, it seemed like an eternity, enough for her to get comfortable being so bare in front of him, and then he pulled away to kiss down her stomach, pulling her pants down slowly as he did so. Jyn didn’t feel so self conscious this time for some reason when he tossed her pants to the side, she didn’t even mind when he started kissing up her legs, nipping at the inside of her thighs to leave marks behind. He finally got a reaction out of her when his kissed right at her core, his hot breath seeping through her underwear and causing a small moan to escape from her lips.

Joreth repeated the whole process painfully slowly down her other leg, though this time when he reached her core again, he pulled her underwear down slightly, glancing up at Jyn for approval. She gave him a nod though she wasn’t sure what he was planning on doing down there, most men just wanted to shove themselves inside of her and get things over with, Joreth seemed to be enjoying the whole process which was more than foreign to Jyn. When he finally got her underwear off, Jyn kicked it off the bed while Joreth leaned towards her center with a smile on his face. She wasn’t expecting what happened next; a few gentle kisses pressed to her core, and suddenly his tongue was exploring inside of her, searching for all the right places, though in all honesty, everything felt good right now.

Jyn weaved her fingers through his hair and tried to resist the urge to close her legs, Joreth’s hands helping her with that by keeping ahold of her legs. It was a sensation that Jyn wasn’t used to in the least, something she found herself to be utterly enjoying and she wished she could have indulged in the feeling even longer. Though all it took was for his tongue to hit just the right spot and without much warning, her muscles tensed and she couldn’t hold back the cry that escaped her lips. Joreth didn’t seem to mind, taking pride in bringing her pleasure so quickly, his tongue still exploring her now overly sensitive clit and cleaning up the mess he made of her.

“That was nice.” Jyn managed to say in between her gasps for air, a thin layer of sweat already covering her body.

He finally pulled away, licking his lips and kriff, if Jyn hadn’t just spent herself moments before, that image alone would have been enough to send her over the edge.

“Just nice?” He questioned.

“Maybe more than nice.” Jyn grinned.

At that, Joreth grinned himself too as he crawled back up her, kissing her lips as soon as he reached her again, and something about the odd combination of Joreth and herself mixed on his lips was a bit of a turn on. Jyn let her hands travel down to the waistband of his pants, tugging down at them, she told herself it was so he could get some pleasure himself now, when really Jyn was a bit selfish, she wanted to keep chasing the good feeling he’d left her with. She got his pants and boxers off in one fell swoop, feeling something almost like pride when he kicked them aside. Had Jyn been of sounder mind, she probably would have thought up protection, but the Corellian Red had clouded her mind over completely, leaving her to think of nothing but her own pleasure, and Joreth was so caught up in the moment with her that he didn’t think of it either.

Instead, Jyn just let out a series of moans at the delightful feeling of him slowly sinking inside of her, taking his time to test the waters and ensure that he didn’t hurt her - he was definitely different from every other man she’d met so far in her life. Jyn let her nails sink into his back while Joreth’s surprisingly rough hands dug into her sides, sure to leave bruises that would be reminders of her experience here in the morning.

“Joreth.” Jyn said in a breathy moan.

He went just a bit faster, speeding up their pace at the sound of his name falling from her lips. She kept it going, his name eventually turning into something completely unable to understand, but it still made him moan out in reply - her saying his name seeming to turn him on more than anything else. Jyn wasn’t exactly sure how he got her into the position of one leg over his shoulder, her hands now so far away from him that she missed the feeling, but it felt too good to be complaining about the lack of skin contact with him when every thrust brought her a bit closer to him.

“Kriff, Jyn.” The words slipped from Joreth’s lips as more of a hiss before devolving into a series of moans.

It didn’t take long for Jyn to be pushed to the edge again, though it took everything in her power to hold on, she didn’t want to be the first to let go this time.

“Joreth, please Joreth.” Jyn whimpered, it didn’t make much sense even as she said it, but she knew her saying his name just did something to him, and she cried out in wonderful pleasure and surprise when she felt him his control and spilling inside of her, a delightful feeling that sent her over the edge finally.

They’re final thrusts and groans were a last attempt at keeping up contact before Joreth finally had to pull out of her and crawl up to her side, collapsing beside her. The sweat he’d built up caused some of his hair to stick to his face, Jyn could only imagine how she looked right now feeling like an overheated mess. Despite all this, she was more than grateful when Joreth grabbed one of the blankets on her bed and used it to cover the both of them up, making sure Jyn got the most of it before he pulled her closer and pressed kisses to the side of her face. Jyn couldn’t help but be slightly mesmerized by him when she got a good look at him, rolling over onto her side to face him, he was something different, someone softer than he was portrayed to be. In that moment, the Empire and the Rebels didn’t matter, nothing mattered other than how she felt in his arms, looking at that smile of his, and feeling as content as she did.

“That was nice.” Joreth spoke up.

“Just nice?” Jyn countered knowingly.

“Eh, maybe more than nice.” He laughed and Jyn couldn’t help but laugh too.

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