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mwolf0epsilon · 4 months

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Fleeting Memory

Summary: Tup is a selfish man.

[Clone Beans AU got me feeling things about Reconditioned Troopers and so why not subject you to some angst with an open ending? Also don't be too tough on Tup, he's trying to come to terms with some really difficult feelings...]

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Selfishly, Tup can't help but to see Dogma in '22.

It's not a very healthy way to cope with the situation. It's certainly not a fair thing to do to '22. But it's something that Tup can't help but to do to keep himself afloat. To help to deal with the fiery anger that courses in his veins, now that he knows what ultimately happened to his little brother.

In hindsight, the 501st should have asked questions when the report came in. They should have kicked up a fuss and pried into the business of the Kaminoans, when a trooper that had been sent away for temporary detention and questioning turned up "dead" on their meticulous watch.

Such a blatantly shallow excuse as 'logistics error' shouldn't have been met with as much open acceptance from the part of the clones. Especially not after the shitshow that had been Umbara.

Kaminoans were not, after all, prone to making that big of a blunder when precious credits were on the line. Tiny mistakes like mislabeling a clone as someone else, was not something that happened on Kamino. Because, as every single one of them unfortunately knew, everything the long-neck scientists did, they did with a purpose.

And Tup now knew what purpose it served to try to wipe Dogma from the annals of GAR history. Knew the reason very intimately, in fact, as that had been the very same purpose behind his own attempted reconditioning... The results of which are forever marked on Tup Bean, who suffers in an entirely different way from Tup.

There are many ways in which '22 is very much like Dogma.

They share a face (obviously). A very particular way of looking at things that made him look equal parts like the wobbly-legged fathier foal that barely knew how to fare for itself, and the street-smart tooka trying to figure out how to get what it wanted without getting caught.

It was a very difficult expression to explain. Both unsure of a situation and yet so emboldened by the intrigue of figuring it out. It was Dogma in the most Dogma way possible. That mind-boggling oxymoron of uniqueness within conformity, that only he had known how to exist as.

What's more, '22 has certain mannerisms that scream Dogma all over them. The way he prepares himself in the morning in a specific order (shower, socks first, clean undershorts next, body-suit from the bottom up, shave, then finally put on shoes). The clicking of his jaw from side to side when he's thinking about something pretty hard. Or the way he pressed his thumb against each individual finger when he's counting to himself in his head. Even the way he separates his food into organized little piles on his plate so that none of the different options are touching...

Tup had seen Dogma do those things too many times to count on one hand. He sees '22 do them more openly. Never once checking to see if others are watching as he does these things that Tup's little brother used to be somewhat self-conscious of.

This of course leads him to think of the many ways in which '22 is not like Dogma at all.

For as much as his twin used to be shy and reserved, there was no denying that he at least had a steely sort of conviction. So much so that sometimes Dogma would fight to the bitter end when it came to quarrels. In fact, his many strong opinions on certain matters had always been the cause behind his ineptitude at getting along with others. The reason why silly disagreements broke out between him and the rest of their vode so very often (which Dogma Bean, little chaotic hellion that he'd been, often used as an excuse to get back at anyone he considered to have wronged his trooper).

It had bothered Dogma (he had wanted to fit in with the rest of the 501st just as much as Tup did). But not enough that he'd stoop so low as to pretend to be someone he was not. He refused to have his intelligence diminished by others just to be more likeable to them. In his opinion, a friendship was not worth its weight in credits if people couldn't meet at the middle.

Dogma only put in the effort if the other person did as well. And that was something Tup had admired him for. The fact he'd been so very strong-willed (a quality that had been so unfairly turned against him) despite his constant social failings.

In contrast '22 was, for lack of a better descriptor, comparatively spineless. Much more easy to intimidate in a verbal lashing than Dogma ever was. Quieter too. So much so that he never expressed things like discomfort or pain. Even in the face of severe injury (Coric had once thrown an absolute fit when he'd caught him walking on a very obviously broken leg).

He also felt no real compulsion to try to actively make friends. Most of the time he looked at people almost like he was seeing right through them. It made sense. He'd spent far too long in isolation to have any kind of social understanding that didn't come with some very dark connotations.

It was something they were working on (at the very least '22 didn't seem opposed to hanging out with him and Fives, so he counted that as at least some improvement on this particular topic).

Another thing Tup had discovered was that '22's food preferences were different from Dogma's. Kix and Sponge had taken him aside and explained that this was a typical side-effect of what was essentially medically induced brain damage. Reconditioning, they had said, was a very tasking process that messed with a lot of fragile things inside your noggin'.

It was not uncommon for those who suffered a TBI to report their senses of taste and smell to be affected in some way. Tup himself had found that some things he used to eat didn't taste quite as nice as they once had. But seeing '22 scarf down very rich chocolate puddings and other desserts, rather than opt for the savory options was a sight that baffled him at times...

'22 hates cheese (always pushing any thoughtful offerings of what had once been Dogma's favourite treat towards DB, who eagerly accepted them in his stead). He lacks manners as well. But this is more of a motor skill issue than a misunderstanding of proper conduct.

Because another thing that differs heavily between '22 and Dogma, is that the former is constantly shaking and twitching and barely able to hold a spoon steadily, while the latter had perfect posture and a stillness to him reminiscent of a statue. The picture perfect soldier.

Tup knows why he reaches so much to grasp at what little remains of Dogma. He knows why he tries to bring back memories that simply aren't there for '22. He knows why only DB gives him the time of day to talk about these things. The black and white Bean (once a dark blue and red), understands all too well what grief looks like.

Those little yellow eyes of him so full of that familiar ache.

And it's grief that pushes Tup to frustrate '22 so much. He's selfish, wanting Dogma back so much that he sometimes ignores the look of hurt on '22's face. Can anyone fault him?

Knowing the truth is so much worse than thinking his twin had been killed in some stupid logistics accident. Because then at least either a soft-shell medic or a brother in gray, would have been there to comfort him until that damned needle went into his arm and administered the killing dose.

It would be scary but it wouldn't last an eternity of mental anguish.

What happened instead was a bunch of callously indifferent Kaminoans cracked open Dogma's skull and jumbled everything of worth that was inside.

Reset him into a shell of his former self, and then forced him to build himself back up without anyone there to give him a hand. All the while they forced him to look after the lab that had picked him apart and than spat him out wrong.

Tup had watched while strapped down to a metal slab. Head a constant flash of agony. Eye-sockets violated by tiny hammers and needles that whittled away at things he didn't think he'd ever get back. Skin a prickle with goose flesh from the chill and the sight of the dead man walking around him with a mop in hand.

Never once had '22 looked at him with any kind of pity. Just cleaned with a cold sort of indifference, because he'd seen far too many clones like himself and Tup in the same situation to really care.

Been desensitized to the process because it was scarily normal...

He was better now, but that wasn't much in comparison to what he could be. '22 was not Dogma. '22 would never again be Dogma. And that hurt a lot. Tup wasn't ready to let go just yet, even when his mind played dirty tricks on him and dared to forget stuff that he wanted to commit to memory.

The fact '22 was starting to grow on him of his own merit, scared the hell out of Tup. Because he was scared that maybe in accepting his little brother as he was now, he might forget Dogma. He didn't want to forget Dogma. Not like how the GAR and the Republic had.

What a karked up galaxy they lived in that he had to sacrifice the dignity of a brother for the ghost of another...

#Eps Writes #star wars #the clone wars #Clone Beans #clone trooper tup #clone trooper dogma #is it really dogma if he's been reconned?#yes and no #that's the point

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fictionkinfessions · 1 year

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This is a post about the current blog poll regarding ask games on this blog. You can find the original post and poll to vote on via this link below. Please do not send votes via ask messages.

Posts about this topic have the tag 'blog poll'.

https://www.tumblr.com/fictionkinfessions/724128639169544192/

This is long. Here is a read more.

Anonymous asked: sorry im not home and mobile search sucks or else id look myself, but is there a catchall tag for ask games? i think there is but bad memory lol. if not maybe there should be so people can block all games instead of each new one !

Anonymous asked: Suggestion for the ask game debacle: why not tag all those posts with one consistent tag like "kinfessions ask game" or something? Either in addition to or in place of the custom tags. That gives everybody's blacklist something to pick up without requiring someone to add a tag for every single ask game.

Anonymous asked: voted to keep ask games but consider just adding a catch-all tag alongside the specific game for blacklisting purposes maybe? the anon has a fair point with how many there have been lately that it can kind of drown out regular confessions but ask games are fun and it wouldn't exactly be fair to completely get rid of them. wouldn't mind a sister blog for them either though

There isn't a catch all tag, and that's a extremely good idea. I'm kinda kicking myself for not asking for feedback before making a whole poll about it. We'd still have the poll, but there would've been better options about what to do. Also for not doing that to start with.

Anonymous asked: i'm all for continuing the ask games, but can we at least LIMIT them? sometimes it feels like there's a new one every day, or like everything posted is a response to an ask game. it's obviously not stopping anybody from kinfessing normally, but it feels weird to only see ask game responses when the blog was originally intended for kinfessions

Anonymous asked: a suggestion about ask games: host one or two as events with loose but present time limits. kinda like this blog had for june, with mostly pride-themed prompts? it would probably require more moderation, so no pressure if you don't feel up to it mpc. we could even vote for favorite games but i can see it may leave someone upset bc their idea lost. right now it seems (to me. just a personal opinion) like this sudden overflow of different yet very specific prompts is a bit directionless. it's not necessarily bad for a community blog but could discourage a full "conversation"? of linked confessions, which i see as the point of ask games. this isn't to say there are no responses to posted answers - quite the opposite, actually! i just think having fewer themes would allow more unique experiences to be included, instead of splitting more subtopics.

True, there have been a fair amount, and it's been ramping up. Not a bad thing, it's nice that people have curiosity about other's canons and sources.

Seems like a lot of work, but doable imo. My concern would be actually getting people to vote for the ask games. Also if an ask game wins, but nobody plays it, then what? Do we just go onto the next one? Would there be a time limit? What if people send things after the time limit? I'd feel like such a dick for not posting it because they didn't send it in on time. This isn't really a final exam at school or your office job with time limits. Literally how do I explain it without sounding like a Super Serious Tool?

People do that for holiday things, you can't stop that from happening. The only reason I put a time limit for holidays is so nobody gets triggered after they remove a tag from their blacklist, assuming nobody celebrates Fathers Day 2 weeks afterwards. You know what I mean? Not to mention this blog is very active. People may not see prompts until long after the time limit, and they may still want to participate. Also who thinks up themes, if there will be any?

Though maybe we don't vote on them. Like you mentioned, people might get upset if theirs isn't picked. I suppose we could just do it chronologically, as they're sent in. I'm not sure how to manage this. Save the future ask games to drafts and hope I don't lose them? Probably.

Anonymous asked: Going to agree with the anon, there is a bit too many ask games ngl, like I like them but there is so many of them at this point and like I even blacklist the tags but they still get through. I just wish that there was a bit less of them or that there was a seperate blog :(

The thing about the auxiliary blog is that it won't have the same amount of traffic and might go dead. Not a bad thing, such is life. But I think part of the appeal of ask games replies and confessions is that this is a fairly high traffic blog. People want to be seen, even if it's anonymous. I wouldn't mind running a side blog, or at least getting it active enough to let someone else handle it.

Anonymous asked: Hello MPC! You don’t have to post this, but I saw that you were asking for opinions and I can’t actually find somewhere to vote on a poll (unless it was metaphorical? I can’t tell honestly), so feel free to delete this if it’s just taking up space- but I kind of agree with the anon who spoke up about the ask games. It’s not really a bad thing they exist, but when you have so many going at one time, it’s hard to keep track of and sometimes the pinned post/asks become incredibly long. It also feels like it goes against the whole ‘this is not a canon call’ mindset of the blog because it can and does spark up conversations between people, if that makes sense? It’s not a bad thing people are involved, but I feel like it takes away from the point of the blog a little. I think having the ask games be cleaned up and a new system put into place to make it easier to block the tag/find them would be super helpful, but I know that can be stressful. All in all, I’m sure everyone will support your decision!! Thank you for everything you put into this blog MPC 🖤

The voting poll post is here if you haven't found it already. Thank you for your input, you have some good points. https://www.tumblr.com/fictionkinfessions/724128639169544192 It's true that the ask game post is incredibly, tediously long. Even with tags, it's hard to ignore.

I don't know about the canon call thing, I haven't really seen people implying they should be contacted over x y z happening in their canon due to an ask game reply. Honestly I'm not fighting that battle very hard anyways.

I get the feeling that ask games are going to stay. But we did get some ideas on how to manage them better than their current form.

Summary of suggestions

Limit amount of active ask games per week or per month. Maybe 3 per week?

Create a catch all tag for ask game responses

Ask game topics per week or month. Maybe can be voteable as well?

Create side blog solely for ask games regardless??

#mod response #not confessions #mod party cat #blog poll

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owlsandwich · 5 months

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The Mechanics of Magic

Read along with me :D - Chapter 20

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The throne room was on the ground floor of the east wing. They’d toyed with it as an option, Oliver never being the type to have only one plan, but Matthew hadn’t seriously thought he’d have to use it. A single line of text via the burner phone they’d set up was all the notice his Tactician would get: Plan B.

His father had shown him the passageway as soon as he was old enough to receive the knowledge with the severity it deserved. A way out, should they ever find themselves in danger or under siege. As far as Matthew knew, it had been there since the palace was built though had never had the chance to serve its purpose. With luck, that was now going to change.

Obstructing their path was the palace’s main entrance; the same tiled foyer Matthew had passed through to reach the garden party. There was no avoiding it without heading outside or to a higher floor and, as Matthew feared, the area was swarming with guards rushing up and down the twin staircases.

They were relying on Tamara’s authority to get them through, and it was a pleasant surprise when barely anyone turned their way. Apparently, someone had attacked a guard and set off an alarm near the state rooms upstairs. Matthew sent silent thanks to Roy as they left the melee behind.

The halls were quiet after that. Every step they took brought with it memories from Matthew’s childhood, and he was oddly grateful for the tense silence in which they were making the trip. Alex was burning with unasked questions; Matthew knew his son well enough to know that, and he was sure he would feel the same were the roles reversed. But answers would have to wait.

He reached out to his son as they walked. The hand he grasped matched the size of his own, no longer the small hand of the boy Alex had once been. Alex allowed the squeeze but pulled away quickly. Still upset with me, then.

As for Eira, he still wasn’t sure what they were going to do with her once they got out. Oliver’s plan to send her home had been scuppered by the knowledge she now held.

A pair of familiar double doors blocked the end of the wide corridor.

“This is it,” Matthew said. He slowed his pace as they approached, reaching out with both his own magic sense and through the natural magic that flowed from the ground beneath his feet. The room beyond seemed empty.

Ahead of him, Tamara placed a hand on the door. It clicked open and Matthew realised she must have high-level access to all areas of the palace.

“That’s a relief,” Tamara breathed, turning back to them with a smile. “I’ve never been here before, so wasn’t sure I’d be able to get in.”

He still wasn’t entirely confident in trusting her, but Alex seemed to, and she’d got them this far.

“Tamara…” Matthew shifted his feet. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have threatened you—”

“Don’t worry about it.” Tamara brushed off his attempted apology with a shake of her head. “I’ve heard worse. Besides, I understand why you did it.” The genuine warmth in her words only enhanced his shame.

“So… is anyone going to finally explain how we can get out this way?” The question came from Eira, and they all turned to Matthew for a response.

“Come in and I’ll show you.” He nudged the door open just enough to see inside. It was as vacant as he had hoped. With a sigh of relief, he ushered Alex and Eira through. “You may as well come too,” he said, seeing Tamara’s hesitation.

She smiled and ducked around him into the room. “Thank you.”

Matthew let the door swing shut, then turned to scan what was once the throne room.

The carpet that originally ran the length of the long room was now gone, as was the throne that had sat on the raised dais in front of them. Despite their absence, the room was impressive. Six pillars of white stone ran down each side, polished to a shine that matched that of the blue and silver tiled floor. Dark wood panels lined each wall, interspersed with fabric hangings that gave off a faint, stale smell he couldn’t believe he had forgotten. Crowning it all was a giant mural painted on the wall behind the dais. Silver stars, depicted by dots and circles, shone against a navy backdrop like constellations in the night sky.

He watched the others looking around, taking in the rare sight with wide-eyed fascination. Matthew felt a touch of disappointment that he couldn’t show Alex how this hall had once looked, with the paintings of his ancestors that had hung here.

Their footsteps echoed as Matthew led the group to the far wall. Picking out the largest star, just as his own father had shown him, he mentally drew a line down.

“Alex, come over here.” Matthew looked back to where his son was watching him and beckoned him up onto the dais. “Touch the wall there.” He guided Alex’s hand until his palm was pressing flat against the painted surface.

His father had only shown him this once, and Matthew held his breath as he waited. Then, with a soft glow, a series of symbols lit up in an arch above Alex’s fingers. As they did, Alex snatched his hand away, retreating as a panel of wall the size of a door swung silently out into the room, as though on an invisible hinge.

“Well, that proves it, doesn’t it?” Matthew chuckled as Alex stared at his own hand.

“Wha— How?” A draft from the doorway ruffled his son’s hair, and Matthew gestured to the cold passageway that lay beyond.

“It’s an escape route,” he explained. “I don’t know who made it — I don’t think anyone does, but the doorway only responds to members of the Royal Family.”

“Where does it go?” Eira had scooted closer to peer around Alex into the passageway. “It’s not dark.”

She was right. A soft glow lit the tunnel, coming from small magelights in the roof and floor. Only, they weren’t magelights. As Matthew looked closer, he saw they were symbols, just like the ones that lit up on the door.

“You don’t have to say where it goes in front of me,” Tamara said up from behind him, obviously interpreting his silence as reluctance to answer Eira’s question. “I should probably say goodbye.”

Turning away from the passage, Matthew followed Tamara down from the dais, leaving Alex and Eira inside the tunnel entrance.

“Thank—”

A creak caused them both to whip around.

“Tamara?” The man who entered was a dazzling image of gold and white uniform, with mahogany hair framing a face Matthew wished he could forget. Cold eyes met his own and his body turned to ice. The rest of the room dulled to grey as he stood, transfixed by the dawning recognition on Morgan Heliodor’s face.

“Alex! Go! Now!” Matthew’s voice cracked as he shouted. White noise rushed in his ears, and he backed up against the dais. He had to move, conjure a shield, anything, but his brain couldn’t grasp the thought long enough to enact it.

Morgan’s shock morphed into a scowl, and it took a second before Matthew realised the man was no longer looking at him.

“I see.” The simple statement was as frosty as Morgan’s gaze, and from the corner of his eye, Matthew saw Tamara flinch.

“Wait! Please! This isn’t— He’s not—” She began to stutter and explanation, but Matthew stopped listening as he heard his son’s voice from behind him.

“Dad...”

The word brought the world back in a rush of colour. Matthew wrenched on his magic, throwing it into a shield wide enough to cover them all. Alex and Eira were huddled, wide eyed, by the tunnel entrance. “Alex! Take Eira and go! Oliver will meet you at the end!” He prayed his friend had made it to their rendezvous point.

Tamara backed into Matthew, then. Her silence told him she had given up on any justification. Morgan now held a handgun, though it was thankfully pointed down at his side.

“I’m not going without you!” Alex’s voice came again, but Matthew was focused instead on the weapon and the man who held it.

“Tamara, I need you to get them out.” Matthew kept his voice low, though Morgan was close enough that it wouldn’t matter.

“No! I can’t—”

“They’re here because of you. You told me you wanted to protect them - if you actually meant that, you’ll do this.” He was counting on her guilt, and there was no time to soften his words.

Leaving now would mean an active pursuit, and he couldn’t trust Tamara to fight Morgan for him. Alex’s best chance was with her. Fleeing the palace, while Matthew stayed behind.

To his relief, he saw Tamara nod. With a swish of her dress, she left his side and Matthew heard the clatter as she rushed towards the passageway. A cry of protest came from Alex, but Morgan and Matthew’s attentions were once more fixed on one another.

“I’ve wondered every day when you would come back for revenge.” The High Minister’s voice sounded calm. Then, he swung the gun upwards; and Matthew swallowed as it pointed at his chest. “Get on with it, then. Let’s see what time has made of you.”

“I didn’t come here for revenge.” The words spilled from his mouth unbidden. It made sense that Morgan assumed he was here to kill him. Perhaps it would have been better to let him continue to believe it.

Behind him, magic flared, followed by shouts of objection. “I am not going! Get out of my way! Dad—” The passageway closed, cutting off his son’s cry, and Matthew found a strange calm descend upon him. Alex is out. He’s safe.

The lines of Morgan’s brow were furrowed. He’d aged. It should have been obvious; Matthew had seen him enough times in pictures, but the living, breathing figure in front of him confirmed it. Morgan was just a man. Not even a mage. A man with a gun that would provide no defence from what Matthew could do. A man who faced him, knowing he was facing his own death.

“You… knew I was alive?” Matthew finally processed Morgan’s words. If he’d known, why hadn’t he sent people after him?

“Why did you come here?” Morgan’s gaze flicked past Matthew towards the sealed passage. “Those two? They’re yours?”

Matthew lowered his hands from where he’d been holding them, half raised, as though the physical defence would somehow reinforce the magic of his shield. Alex had called out for him enough within Morgan’s earshot that the man must have worked it out. “We just want to be left alone.”

Morgan tilted his head. “And Tamara?” He seemed to hesitate as he asked.

“I just met her an hour ago.”

The words seemed to have a soothing effect, as Morgan’s expression relaxed a little. Slowly, he lowered his arm and Matthew followed the movement, fixated on the weapon that no longer threatened him.

“What now?” Matthew’s question echoed around the hall.

“Can you leave through there?” Morgan nodded towards the hidden passageway.

“I can.” Matthew’s heartbeat had calmed, but his hands were still shaking. He clenched his fists to hide the movement.

In a smooth motion, Morgan returned the gun to the folds of his coat. “Go, then.”

Matthew didn’t move. Go... Could he really do that? It would be easy for Morgan to send people after him if he left alive. This could all be a bluff. But then, in all these years, he’d never come for Matthew. The man had slaughtered his family, taken his birthright. To walk away and leave Morgan unchallenged… To begin a normal life. He would be turning his back on his entire heritage. But hadn’t he done that already? He knew for sure now that he didn’t want revenge…

A bolt of energy splintered Matthew’s thoughts. Magic, wild and nauseating, collided with his shield from somewhere out of sight. For a second, the shield held. Then it shattered.

“No!”

Morgan’s cry came from above him and Matthew realised he’d sunk to his knees, weakened by the attack. He’d felt this strange exhaustion before. In the alleyway outside the tearoom. But this time there was no-one to pull him up again.

“So, I follow a trail of intruders, and this is what I find.” A silky voice Matthew didn’t recognise came from above, and he forced his head up, begging his eyes to focus. A man was leaning against the pillar in front of him, slickly handsome with dark red hair and familiar features.

“Aiden. Leave. This does not concern you.” Morgan sounded like he was speaking through clenched teeth.

Aiden. The Arch Canlaw’s son. With a heaving breath, Matthew felt some of his strength return, and he pushed himself unsteadily to his feet. He could see it now — the glowing wand in Aiden’s hand, though it seemed brighter than either of the two he had encountered before. Stronger.

“I think you’ll find it does concern me, Uncle. Unless you would prefer my mother hear about this? To learn that you must have known, all this time?” Aiden turned towards him then, the delight obvious on his face. “It is an honour to meet you at last, Prince Matthew.”

“He is not yours to take!” Anger gave Morgan’s voice a threatening edge. He stepped between them as Matthew stumbled backwards. “I will not allow—”

“I will not allow you to take this from me!” Aiden screeched in return. The now-familiar nauseating energy emanated from the wand as he pointed it at Morgan. “This might not kill him, but you — well, I would hate to be forced to find out what it would do.”

Instinct pulled Matthew towards the passageway, but he knew he couldn’t lead Aiden in there. Matthew’s only hope was that he hadn’t seen Alex and the others leave.

Aiden’s eyes were sparkling as he pushed past Morgan. “I knew from the moment I heard about the land moving, that someone had lived.”

Raw magic bled from the wand and Matthew knew it would be useless to cast another shield.

“I’ve always dreamed of working with you, Prince Matthew. It’s pleasing to see you’re already familiar with my invention.”

Matthew’s stomach turned, though this time it wasn’t due to the weapon. “You? You made them?”

“Of course I did. Quite genius, aren’t they” Aiden flicked the tip of the wand up, and Matthew flinched as it pointed towards him. “They’re still in development, but I have a fair idea of who has been leaking my prototypes into circulation.” He hummed at the thought, tilting his head and fixing Matthew with a predatory stare. “I do hope you will forgive the mistreatment.”

Matthew threw himself to the side as a blast of energy shot from the wand. Pain jolted through his wrist as he landed, but he ignored it, rolling back to his feet as he looked for something to put between himself and Aiden. His eyes landed on a stone pillar, and he sprinted.

A second blast from the wand sent a wave of dizziness through his head as it grazed him. Shards of chipped stone pelted his unshielded skin, drawing blood. But the pillar he’d darted behind held strong. He leant against the cool surface, heart racing.

“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be,” Aiden’s voice drawled from across the room. “Believe me when I say it breaks my heart to have to do this to a peer.”

“Aiden, stop this!” Morgan’s shout received no response, and Matthew could hear Aiden’s footsteps echoing as he approached.

“You really think hiding will help?” Aiden laughed. “I suppose running away has always worked for you before.”

There was no way to fight the wand, not directly. Perhaps if he got it out of Aiden’s hands? Destroyed it? Aiden had no magic of his own, Matthew remembered.

He hissed a curse and bolted down the line of pillars, trying to maintain his distance from the weapon. It was impossible to think with that energy assaulting his senses - not that he’d ever been the best at formulating plans, anyway. Oliver would have an idea. He felt a pang of regret until he thought of Alex. No. Oliver was where he needed to be right now.

Lungs burning with every heaving breath, Matthew forced his will into the shape of a spell. Heat. Fire. If that wand was like the one Roy had found, then it was made of wood. Matthew closed his eyes to steady himself. Then he stepped into the open.

The hunger that crossed Aiden’s face at the sight of him made Matthew want to shrink back in disgust. He fought the urge, instead eyeing the raised wand and using his line of sight to direct the spell he had prepared.

He released it just as Aiden’s attack landed.

Acid seared the back of Matthew’s throat as the undirected magic grounded through his body. He collapsed, striking the ground hard.

But his own spell had also struck true.

Through blurry eyes, he saw Aiden’s expression falter as the wand in his hand began to smoke. He dropped it with a cry, clutching his hand to his chest, his handsome features warped in rage.

Matthew followed the wand’s path. It bounced towards him. Once, twice, shedding burning fragments with every collision. Then, with a blinding white glow, it cracked.

The energy held in the fragile form burst out as the wand disintegrated. A wave of wild magic crashed through his senses, dragging his consciousness with it, and all was lost to darkness.

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pitterparker · 9 months

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Get More Energy: The Complete Guide to Pre-Workout Supplements

When you finally get to the point where you are sick of dragging yourself to the gym after a hard day at work, only to feel as if you are out of energy when you are working out, have you reached the point where you are exhausted? If that is the case, you are not the only one. You can now take your fitness journey to the next level by including pre-workout pills. This is now available for you to do. By providing you with a detailed guide explaining everything you need to know about these potions that are full of power, we will aid you in uncovering the secret to continuous energy, increased concentration, and maximum performance.

Experience and familiarity with the principles of the subject

Let's get the most important thing out of the way first. Before we go into vanilla protein powder, let's establish some fundamental principles. Could you explain what pre-workout supplements are and how exactly they go about their functioning? To provide a comprehensive knowledge of the major components that contribute to the effectiveness of these supplements in boosting energy levels and enhancing exercise performance, this chapter aims to offer an overview of the essential elements. Several vital components are contained in this product, some of which include caffeine, beta-alanine, and creatine.

What the research from the scientific community has to say about the boost

When it comes to the impact that whey protein powder have on the quantity of energy they provide, it is essential to study the scientific processes responsible for such effects. It would help if you learned how these formulations interact to optimize and synergistically optimize your exercise experience. Some of how they interact include improved blood flow and more significant cognitive activity. In the context of pre-workout pills, we will also discuss the typical misunderstandings and concerns related to these supplements.

Guiding how to choose the dietary Supplement that is most suitable for every individual

Due to the vast number of possibilities that are now available, it will be difficult for you to choose the pre workout supplements that is the most appropriate for you. You will learn to make choices by following the steps outlined in this chapter, which will walk you through the decision-making process. It will consider a variety of factors, like your fitness objectives, tolerance to stimulants, and preferences about nutrition, among other things. Through the process of experimenting with a variety of various combinations, you will be able to identify which combination is the most suitable for satisfying the requirements that are specific to you.

Every single thing is dependent on the timing of this.

Understanding the optimal timing for taking pre-workout vitamins is of the utmost importance if one wants to get the most benefits from these supplements. It would help to educate yourself on when and how to utilize these energy-boosting elixirs to maximize your exercises and achieve your full potential. Your workouts will be more effective if you do this. According to your preferences, we can provide either a gradual release of energy while you are working out or a quick spike before you head to the gym. Both of these options are available to you.

Alongside the Supplement, in addition to the following

Even though pre-workout supplements have the potential to bring about a significant transformation in the way you do your workouts, it is essential to keep in mind that they are not the only element that may affect your levels of energy. The purpose of this chapter is to discuss a variety of adjustments that may be made to your way of life. These adjustments include those that pertain to your diet, your level of hydration, and the quantity of sleep you get. These modifications, which are going to be made, will enhance the benefits of your pre-workout routine and boost your general health.

Myths and misunderstandings that are commonly believed and disseminated among the public

We shall discern between the truth and the fiction surrounding pre-workout pills as we are dispelling the myths and misunderstandings often associated with these supplements. We will make the necessary adjustments and provide you with information based on statistical evidence to enhance the quality of the decision-making process you engage in. Both the assumption that the supplements are reserved only for those active in the bodybuilding culture and the concerns surrounding the safety of the accessories are covered in this category.

Here are a few ideas to draw to a close

As a consequence of the information you have obtained from reading this extensive book, you are now able to improve the effectiveness of your exercises and reach levels of physical fitness that you have yet to attain. To succeed, it is crucial to remember that the most critical factors are developing an awareness of your body, selecting the appropriate supplements, and having a holistic approach to health and fitness. Keeping this in mind is essential to achieve success. You are about to experience the benefits of letting your inner beast out to play, and you are about to feel the benefits of doing so.

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selfelemento · 11 months

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Discovering The Perfect WordPress Templates

Introduction:

Welcome to our WordPress Wonderland! If you're here, you're probably gearing up to build a stunning website for your business, blog, portfolio, or any other endeavor. With a myriad of options available, WordPress website templates can make or break your online presence. Fear not! In this comprehensive guide, we will navigate the intricate world of WordPress templates, helping you find the perfect design to elevate your website to new heights. WordPress theme help to create the template for blogs.

Chapter 1: Understanding WordPress Templates:

In this chapter, we’ll delve into the basics. What exactly are WordPress templates? How do they work? What's the variance between free and premium templates? We’ll answer these questions and more, ensuring you have a solid foundation before you start your website-building journey.

Chapter 2: Choosing the Right Template for You:

Picking the right template is crucial. We’ll discuss how to align your template choice with your website’s purpose, audience, and content. From minimalistic designs for clean aesthetics to vibrant, interactive templates for creative ventures, we'll cover a wide range of options to suit every need.

Chapter 3: Navigating the WordPress Template Marketplace

WordPress offers a vast marketplace with thousands of templates. We’ll guide you through this maze, helping you understand how to filter options, read reviews, and make informed decisions. Discover hidden gems and avoid common pitfalls as you explore the vast array of templates available.

Chapter 4: Customizing Your Chosen Template:

Once you've selected a template, the fun begins! Learn the art of customization. We'll walk you through the process of modifying layouts, colors, fonts, and more. No coding skills? No problem! Discover user-friendly customization options and unleash your creativity without touching a single line of code.

Chapter 5: Mobile Responsiveness and SEO:

In today’s mobile-driven world, your website must be responsive on all devices. We’ll explain the importance of mobile-friendly designs and guide you on how to ensure your chosen template is optimized for smartphones and tablets. Plus, learn the basics of SEO optimization to increase your website’s visibility and reach a wider audience.

Chapter 6: Troubleshooting and Support:

Encountered a problem? Don’t worry; we’ve got your back. This chapter covers common issues faced by website owners and provides step-by-step solutions. Additionally, we’ll discuss the importance of reliable customer support from template providers and how to seek help when needed.

Chapter 7: Harnessing the Power of Plugins:

WordPress plugins are like magic tools that can enhance your website's functionality. In this chapter, we’ll explore essential plugins that can seamlessly integrate with your chosen template. From contact forms and social media integrations to e-commerce solutions and SEO boosters, plugins can elevate your website's user experience to the next level. Learn how to choose, install, and configure plugins to match your website's requirements.

Chapter 8: Content Creation and Management:

A beautiful template needs engaging content to capture your audience’s attention. This chapter dives into content creation strategies, including writing compelling blog posts, creating eye-catching visuals, and incorporating multimedia elements like videos and podcasts. Additionally, we'll explore content management techniques, helping you organize your content effectively and keep your website fresh and dynamic.

Chapter 9: Advanced Customization and Coding Tips:

For those who want to take their website to the next level, this chapter explores advanced customization techniques. Dive into the world of CSS, HTML, and JavaScript to tweak your template beyond its basic features. We'll provide coding tips and resources, enabling you to personalize your website extensively. Don't worry; we'll start with the basics and gradually move into more complex customization options.

Chapter 10: Testing and Optimization:

Your website is reside, but the effort doesn’t end there. This chapter focuses on testing your website's performance and user experience. Learn how to conduct speed tests, optimize images, and ensure smooth navigation for your visitors. We'll also discuss strategies for A/B testing to understand what works best for your audience, allowing you to make data-driven decisions for continuous improvement.

Chapter 11: Security and Backup:

Keeping your website secure is paramount. Explore the world of website security, including best practices for secure logins, choosing reliable hosting services, and implementing SSL certificates. Additionally, we'll cover the importance of regular backups and how to set up automated backup systems, ensuring that your hard work is always protected, even in the face of unexpected events.

Chapter 12: Growing Your Online Presence:

Your website is not an isolated entity; it's part of the vast digital landscape. In this chapter, we’ll discuss strategies for expanding your online presence. From social media integration and email marketing to search engine optimization (SEO) techniques, learn how to attract more visitors, engage with your audience, and convert casual visitors into loyal customers or readers.

Conclusion:

Armed with the knowledge gained from this guide, you are now ready to transform your online presence. Remember, your website is your digital masterpiece, and the right WordPress template is the canvas that brings it to life. Take your time, explore your options, and most importantly, have fun in the process.

As you reach the end of this guide, remember that your website is a dynamic entity. Remain modernize with the latest design trends, technologies, and user preferences. Regularly revisit your website to ensure it aligns with your evolving goals and audience expectations. Embrace the ever-changing digital world with curiosity and adaptability, and your website will continue to thrive, leaving a lasting impression on every visitor who steps into your online realm.

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analogtechnology2 · 2 years

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Communicating Your Needs to Your Web Designer

Communication with a web designer could be one of the most difficult parts of hiring a web designer since you and the web designer don't speak the exact same conversation when it comes to the specifics of a site. This article will show you how to convey your ideas with the designer you'd like to work with.

So, you've decided to employ an expert web designer to design your site. You've spent a lot of searching for the perfect person. You finally found the perfect web designer who you believe will create an incredibly "remarkable", "extraordinary" web site that the Internet community has seen to date.

What do you do now? The process of explaining to the web designer the layout you've imagined is a difficult process. It is likely that translating the "picture" within your head into words is an arduous task. In most cases, this is the most significant obstacle between you and your end result. However skilled the web designer however, if you cannot speak to him effectively and in his profession, then he won't be able to leverage his skills to realize your desired design.

The following are the two situations that you might encounter:

1. You've got the information you'd like to see on your website but aren't sure what to show it to the visitor.

2. You're aware of the content you'd like to include on your site You have the layout you envision But you're not sure what to do with it.

In both situations, you'll be required to relay your thoughts in writing to the designer of your website. While those who read those paragraphs may think that having the second option is superior to having been in the initial. However, evidence suggests that the reverse is true. Allowing a web designer full freedom of action with regard to the design of your website based on the content on your website is usually the best decision to make. It is likely an explanation to the designer the purpose of your site is regardless of whether it's a service that you wish to sell or a leisure product, is much simpler than trying to explain to him the nature of the color scheme or the undefined design you'd like to see on the header of your website.

For both scenarios, I suggest using the same method, only with slight modifications for the specific situation. If you have websites that have every feature you desire or require, and/or a website that appears exactly how you would like your website to look, make sure to provide the website's URL to the web designer. This will give him an ideas of what you'd like to see. Both of you will be viewing the same issue however, you'll look at it from a different perspective. So, it's wise to offer him more than one site for an example. If you have more sites that can find which can convey your emotions or needs, the more easy it is for web designers to grasp your idea without the need to use one "technical" word. You're likely to not discover a single site that offers every features you're looking for. In the end, if an existing site exists, there's no room for your new site to begin. Make use of several websites to show your various requirements. Take as long as is necessary until you have the perfect websites to show examples of what you require. Conducting your research now will make it easier to save time later when you try to direct your web designer to the correct direction.

While you're the only one to speak to your web developer, you need to learn to pay attention to him, too. If he uses technical terms, ask him for the meaning behind them. Don't continue any portion of the conversation until you're certain that both sides are on same level. Keep in mind that when a web designer talks about the temperature of a hue it is not talking about the forecast for the next day.

Remember that you employed an expert web designer to create professional-looking websites and you can't make it by yourself. So, believe in the judgment of a web designer when they say that something you're looking for won't work or isn't the most effective way to reach your objectives. In the end, you're getting them paid for their knowledge. Do not try to instruct them on what to do.

It's fine to insist that the designer of your website get your approval every stage of the process so you can let them know if some of your objectives aren't being achieved. If you truly dislike the way something appears and would like it to be changed let them know immediately. Do not wait until the project is completed only to decide later that you don't like the look.

A final note on the cost

You've agreed on the tasks to be accomplished as well as your web development company in Melbourne has provided you with an estimate. Simple changes are typically included in the cost. However, more significant modifications or radical changes could be or might not be included. Check the agreement to determine the terms of the agreement and what is considered to be an amendment rather than an improvement, and the many changes you are able to make following delivery without costing you extra.

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Get Lost

Description. You and Yeonjun fighting was a guarantee. What wasn’t? Yeonjun staying out of your way.

Pairings. choi yeonjun x female reader

Genre. angst, enemies to lovers, a bit of fluff, open ending (kinda)

Warnings. cursing, yeonjuns a jerk, glass and mentions of blood, bad writing.

Word count. 6.4k

Notes. finally finished this! i hope you all like it :)

You wish Yeonjun would simply get lost.

It seemed like the devil himself came up from hell and materialized into said boy. And the boys purpose? To ruin your day, and every single day after that.

Okay maybe that’s a bit dramatic, but then again, you’d never be as dramatic as Yeonjun. Like the one time he threw three hundred dollar bills at you and demanded you leave. Or the time he rented your favorite restaurant on your date night and told them not to let y’all in.

He was a pain in the ass, but a creative one, you’ll give him that.

You scoff at the thought, walking aimlessly to the café on campus. You had less than an hour until your next class and didn’t feel like hanging out with your friends in the club room again. You got along with them pretty well, you’re usually not one to pick a fight anyways.

That is unless the fight is between you and a certain Choi Yeonjun. Ah yes, the very bane of your existence, right here in the café you just entered.

Your best friend grins at you as his eyes meets yours, signalizing for you to come sit with a wave of his hand. You almost refuse, figuring maybe its best to save your sanity for today. You didn’t even know they’d be here at this time of day.

You weigh your options, make Hueningkai upset or endure a small coffee break with him and his mostly-enjoyable friends. You look back at the grinning boy himself, and just like every time, you take the bait.

“So she joins!” Beomgyu rejoices, handing you a coffee as your brows furrow in confusion.

“A coffee? For me? How’d you know I was coming?” You smile, curiously.

“Kai has your location on and saw you were heading this way so he ordered you a coffee.” Soobin explains, Hueningkai too occupied with his phone to even hear what you said.

“I see,” You laugh, about to bid them goodbye when Beomgyu speaks up again.

“Sit sit, I saved you a spot right next to me.” He winks, scooting over the café bench to create a seat for you.

“Ah I don’t know..” You grimace, avoiding eye contact with another boy present. The extremely awkward atmosphere of sitting across from him would make you wanna fall into a hole in the ground. “I should get going! Don’t wanna be late for class!”

“Okay one, you have forty five minutes till class starts. Two, we can drive you back, which will save you about ten minutes, so you can afford to stay.” Taehyun grins, satisfied with the look on your face.

It was obvious what you were trying to do, but leave it to the boys to not let you go so easily. Nothing was ever easy with them anyways.

“I hate when you make sense.” You sigh, sitting down in your ‘reserved’ spot.

“Not as much as you hate Yeonjun.” Beomgyu teases as you scoff. The boy across from you just fumbles with his glasses, ignoring everything being said.

“Yeah she hasn’t said a word to him the entire time! It’s like he’s a ghost!” Taehyun teases, laughing as you cringe from being put on the spot.

“He hasn’t said anything either! Yeonjun, are you still with us?”

The two boys banter as you and Yeonjun just silently stare.

Well, more like he stares at you staring at the ground.

“Cut it out!” He whispers sharply. Rolling his eyes as Soobin pats his shoulder in a feeble attempt to ease him.

“Anyways,” Hueningkai interrupts, garnering your attention. “We have this charity ball thing that Heejin is throwing for her birthday, and I need a date!” He speaks, turning to make eye contact with you.

“Hey! Not fair! I was gonna ask her.” Beomgyu says, grabbing your arm and interlocking it with his.

“She was my friend first!” The younger boy whines, stomping his feet like a child denied a toy in a supermarket aisle.

You smile outwardly but on the inside you were absolutely losing your mind. A charity ball? What was that? You had only seen those in dramas. Girls in poofy dresses and tall heels, guys with suits, and a big cake somewhere that never even gets eaten.

Only to these boys, this wasn’t a drama, this was their real life. Sometimes you wonder how it slips from you that you are friends with some incredibly rich people.

To you, Hueningkai was just a boy you met on the playground when you were six; To others, he was a tech moguls son. First in line to be the next boss of the capital enterprise and a model student.

Sure, your family had money, enough to get by at the least. You never felt jealous nor did you ever allow him to pay for anything. Why would you? You knew your friend couldn’t help that he was swimming in cash, it was a family thing.

The other boys were in similar instances as well.

Soobin’s mom was a badass business lawyer, one of the top in her fields. She was so good she ended up buying the firm she was working for.

Long before Beomgyu was born, his great grandparents invested in a odd mechanics dream. Now he owns seven islands and a yacht big enough to fit a small city population.

Taehyun’s dad was a international world-renowned actor, but that was a story for another day.

Then there’s Choi Yeonjun.

No one really knows where he gets his money, some think he robs banks. Some have even gone as far as to say hes in the mafia. All you know is has a big load of cash, and an even bigger mouth to match. In the sense that he never shuts up.

Actually, the fact that he hasn’t said anything to you yet has got to be a new record. By now he’d usually have spat out some weird remark at you.

“Like she’d know how to behave at an event like that!”

And there it is.

“What exactly is that supposed to mean?” You fire back, ready to start swinging. Being around him always had you on edge anyways.

“It means what I just said. Girls like you don’t know how to handle themselves in general, let alone a fancy party.”

“A girl like me?” You taunt, standing up.

“Alright that’s enough.” Someone speaks as an arm pulls you back. You’re turned to be faced with another boy as an evil plan hatches in your mind.

“Get your dog, Soobin.” You snicker, knowing that comment would set Yeonjun ablaze.

“Now you-“

You didn’t get to hear the rest of Yeonjun’s sentence as Soobin drags you out of the cafe. You wave goodbye to the familiar barista on the way out, Soobin’s clutch on your wrist getting even tighter.

As you’re outside you can hear him muttering “One day! One peaceful day! Is that too much to ask?” As you two arrive to his car. Clearly annoying at the childish display,

He unlocks it and gestures for you to get in, you oblige, figuring it was the least you could do for ruining his morning.

He could get scary when he was mad. He starts the car and then leans back in his seat. You mentally sigh. All of these signs pointing to you getting lectured.

“Why-“ He starts, before you speak up.

“Soobin-“

“Why,” he repeats sternly, warning you not to interrupt again. “Must you and Yeonjun fight all the time?”

“Ask him,” You respond meekly. “He started it”

“After you pretended he didn’t exist!”

“Isn’t that better than fighting with him?” You squeak, sinking down in your seat. And you believed firmly in your point.

“I just don’t get it! How did this even all start?” He prompts, you wondering that just as much as he did.

You had all known each other for years, the boys slowly joining you and Hueningkai’s friendship one by one until you were the size you were today.

So where had things gone wrong with Yeonjun? You two used to be so close. In fact, you were closer to him than Hueningkai at one point.

You just remember one day in the school yard, you caught him ranting about how he couldn’t stand you and how annoying you were.

If only he had turned around, maybe he would’ve noticed how you stood there with his favorite lunch you had made to surprise him with.

The worst part is how clueless he was to your knowledge, continuing to try to hang out with you despite the things he said. Even telling your friends that you just started ignoring him for no reason. You didn't owe anyone an explanation, and to be honest, you found the whole situation embarrassing. So you kept the details to yourself, not even telling Kai.

Since then, things went downhill fast.

You had been at each others throats since then, ruining most normal get together’s with your consistent bickering.

Yeonjun started the aggression after he got ‘fed up’ with your behavior. Hueningkai, for some odd reason, thought you two could still get along though. Hence his instance on you all still hanging out. You know he only had good intentions but couldn’t he just let you and Yeonjun be?

“You know this isn’t my fault,” You cross your arms as you look at your lap.

“Jesus Christ, you two are going to make me lose my mind.” He responds, putting his forehead on his steering wheel.

You’re about to ask him what he means when you two are startled by a knock on his window.

“Beomgyu!” You smile as Soobin’s window rolls down.

“Oh thank god,” He feigns relief, putting a hand on his chest. “I was scared you guys were like making out or something.”

Soobin groans at the comment as the other boy just laughs.

“Whats up?” You ask.

“Yeonjun wants to apologize,” Beomgyu speaks, bringing the older boy into view in front of your window. He had him clutched by the arm, and it was clear he was brought here by force.

You two just stared at each other, you leaning forward and raising your eyebrows, as if telling him to get along with it. You could tell he had no intention of actually apologizing but it’d be nice to get one at least.

“I’m sorry,” He sighs, refusing to make eye contact with you. The words had come out muffled and lazy.

Nevertheless, apologies from the boy were rare, his pride always being in his way. So you want to soak this in as long as possible.

The boys must’ve made one enticing deal with him to even get him out here. You knew you were acting a bit immature, but that had never stopped you before.

“I don’t think I heard you, come again?” You smile.

“I said, I’m sorry” He repeats through gritted teeth.

Satisfied, you grin widely, cause screw being the bigger person.

You’re about to respond when he continues,

“That you’re so fucking unbearable”

Never mind, you take it back. He just knew exactly how to get under your skin. You don’t even think for a split second before moving into a course of action.

You’re livid and you’re going to make sure he feels your wrath, so you do what any sensible person would do.

You attempt to fight him from the window. You almost manage to grab a handful of his hair before Beomgyu pulls him back, You also being pulled to your seat by Soobin.

You’re telling him to let you go but he doesn’t listen, his hand wrapped firmly around your arm. He rolls the window up in an attempt to seal you both off. Good thing you can still give Yeonjun the finger just as well as he can return it.

“This has got to end.” Soobin speaks as he stands with his arms crossed at the edge of the couch where Yeonjun lies.

Taehyun and Kai listen in as Beomgyu plays some game on his phone, more amused with the whole thing rather than concerned.

“Please just try and be civil with her for once!” Taehyun speaks up.

“Wait, what even happened after you guys ran off to apologize?” The youngest boy chirps in.

Soobin and Beomgyu exchange looks before the latter throws a thick pillow into Yeonjun’s face.

“Yah! What was that for?” He groans, throwing the pillow back as he sits up.

“For not apologizing to her!” Beomgyu explains, actually pissed off.

“You didn’t apologize?” Kai asks as Soobin shakes his head before speaking, “He made another stupid comment and she made a pass at him! I had to stop her from jumping out the window!”

Taehyun bursts out laughing, falling back into the couch as he continues. Leave it up to you to initiate a fist fight.

“It’s not funny! Beomgyu grabbed Yeonjun but the whole time he was yelling ‘Worldstar’!”

“He’s lucky I even grabbed him! With that look she had in her eyes I’m confident she could’ve rocked his shit.” Beomgyu retorts.

Yeonjun rolls his eyes as he calls bullshit, though he knows its essentially a fact.

But never mind that, there were more pressing matters to attend to, such as Heejin’s big event.

One that they still hadn't got you to agree to, seeing as you were somewhat hurt by Yeonjun’s comment. Damn you Yeonjun!

Two days later, Hueningkai stands in the middle of a store (much too fancy for your liking) and presses on about it. He had managed to persuade you out of the house. Which was a bit of an accomplishment in itself.

”Look it’ll be fine, I’ll even buy you a dress!” Your best friend offers, hoping his smile will convince you.

”I just don’t think it’s a good idea..” You speak, avoiding eye contact as he shoves another sparkly dress into your arms.

“Oh come on, I have more than enough money,” he rolls his eyes, “I can buy you one little dress”

Little? The price tag on this dress was no where near little.

“It’s not about the dress Hyuka.” You start before the boy cuts you off.

“This is about Yeonjun,” he sighs, “Yes I know.”

You know you should jump to deny it, to tell him how wrong he was, but you were never the best liar.

“Which is why you should go,” He says, resuming his browsing through the racks before handing you another dress of your favorite color.

“Look I don’t know what you and him have going on, and he can be a little asshole sometimes I know,” you laugh as he continues, “Which is why you should show him up at Heejin’s.”

You know he’s somewhat right. It’d be great to show up all beautiful and stunning to her party. Showing Yeonjun that you could indeed handle yourself at an event like that.

Your friend just gives you a thumbs up and drags you to the other end of the store to try the dresses on, knowing you’re thinking about what he said.

Two hours, and one large mango smoothie later, you two finally head out of the mall. You having settled on a gorgeous dress, but not before fighting your friend while paying. You two basically wrestled in the store before he made you a proposition. He’d pay for the dress while you paid for the shoes, all’s fair. You disagreed, feeling you should pay for both things but, you know how convincing this boy is. ‘This is a one time thing’ You had warned, hating him paying for it.

“So you want me to drop you off at home?” He asks, to which you softly nod.

“Oh come on! Just cause Yeonjun’s home doesn't mean you can’t come over!” He complains.

The boys all lived in one fancy apartment, opting to live together before they inevitably split up. How they could stand each other that long? You’d never know.

“I’d just rather not see him right now is all.” You shrug, to which he responds “It’s been two days!”

“That’s not even nearly close to the amount of time I’d like to avoid him!” And you were honest, things were still really tense.

“Please!” He continues, “I’ll order those pork buns with the panda design on them if you say yes!”

You could never resist those damn pork buns.

“F-fine!” You hesitantly agree, crossing your arms.

“This is mine!” You speak, not loosening your grip on the glass bottle of soda. You had picked out the pack when you and Beomgyu last went on a convenience store run, and you’d be damned if you didn’t get the last one.

“If its yours, why is my name on it?” Yeonjun speaks, gripping the other side tightly. He was standing right behind you, having approached you and attempting to snatch the bottle.

You hadn't let up though, thus keeping you two in the awkward position of his hands over your body grabbing onto the soda. Your back slightly pressed into his firm chest, though all your focus was on the bottle.

“I don’t know! Maybe because you wrote it on there when you knew it was mine!” You grunted, pulling harder. You were mostly correct. He wrote his name on all the bottles the day you brought them over. He just wanted to see you pissed off.

Currently though, he had trapped you against the counter. You hated how tall his stature was, he obviously had the upper hand. Holy shit, had he been working out? Since when was he so strong? You pushing against him hasn’t made him move an inch.

“Why do you always have to fight with me! It’s clearly mine!” He proclaims once again.

“Yah, you two!” Soobin appears from the hallway, “Knock it off! I’m trying to watch this show!” He complains.

Yeonjun, taking notice of how you let your guard down, tugs again at the soda. To which you push back onto him, ready to punch him, that is until the sound of glass shattering registers in your head. It’s too late though, and by then, you’ve already stumbled onto several pieces of glass, and some very sticky soda.

You wince in pain, ready to start yelling. That is, until Yeonjun quite literally sweeps you off your feet. He has you in his arms (Seriously, had he been working out?), carefully trying to avoid the mess on the floor. Before you can even protest, he sets you down on the counter, avoiding the shards on the floor. He then quietly proceeds to grab a broom and clean the mess up.

You’re too stunned to speak altogether, trying to ignore your heart beating roughly against your chest. This wasn’t his normal behavior at all, you’d expect him to blame the mess on you and just leave.

You’re drawn out of thought when Taehyun approaches the situation, not even looking slightly surprised.

“Where’s Hyuka?” He asks, barely glancing over the mess, as if it was a everyday occurrence.

“He went to go pick up some cakes,” you speak.

You remember how he told you that you’d be fine alone, oh how wrong he was.

“He just left you?”

“The audacity! I didn't even want to come over in the first place but he bribed me with food.” You roll your eyes, before bring down your hand to clutch your foot. You were met with blood.

Taehyun smiles but then he notices your foot, “Don’t tell me you stepped in it”.

“I did.”

“Here let me have a look” He speaks as he lifts your foot up.

“How are you not crying right now?” He trails, visibly cringing.

“What?” You panic, was there a big shard in your foot? How were you going to walk? Did yeonjun seriously just put you in crutches? Okay even you knew when you were exaggerating.

“I’m messing with you.” Taehyun laughs, you hitting his shoulder.

You two giggle as he tells you that there’s just a few pieces of glass but that he could get them out with some tweezers. You thank him as he stands to retrieve said tools, ‘my knight in shining armor’ you say.

You were so thankful for your friend, almost forgetting all about the other boy cleaning the mess behind you until he speaks, “You and Taehyun getting close huh?”

“What’s it to you?” You bite back, still pissed off at the altercation.

“He’s my friend.”

“He’s mine too,” You retaliate, “It’s none of your business anyways”

“Okay see that’s where you’re wrong”, He argues “It in fact, is my business”

“How?” You challenge, it was unbelievable how fast he could make your blood boil.

“Because Taehyun’s my business..” he starts, “And so are you.”

Oh hell no.

Did Choi Yeonjun, the cause of your current mess, just try to indirectly tell you he cared about you? After all this time? He’s trying to pretend he cares?

“I’m nobody’s business.” You grit your teeth, “And if I was, I sure as hell wouldn’t be yours”

“I’m just trying to look out for you.” He explains, digging himself in a deeper hole. When has he ever tried to look out for you?

He hasn't had one ounce of care for you in a long time and all of sudden he wants to play big brother?

“Look after me?!” You’re full on yelling now, “After you been up my ass about everything for these past few years?”

He stays silent as you press on. “Now you want to act like you care?” You scoff as you hop off the counter, wobbling on your one uninjured foot.

“Tell Taehyun I’m in the living room.” You speak, tone laced with venom, not even wanting to look at Yeonjun for a second longer.

After three pork buns, a plate of mochi, and a bandaid, you sit on the couch mindlessly playing on your phone. Kai had returned and taken his rightful place beside you, trying to set up a game on his virtual reality headset.

All was at peace until you spoke up.

You had never confided in Hueningkai about the whole thing, truth be told. The other boys probably had a better idea of you and Yeonjun relationship. But it was all so confusing.

You had held in the bitter taste in your mouth for too long, you needed to make sure he understood the gravity of your dislike for Yeonjun.

“Kai,” You abruptly speak, him looking up to quickly meet your eyes.

“What’s up?” He says, resuming his previous activity.

“Can we talk..?”

After noticing the edge to your voice, he sets the headpiece down and turns to fully give you his attention.

After a few beats of silence he speaks “Is this about the ball? I’m sorry if you felt pressured, I’d never want to make you uncomfortable. So if you really don’t want to go-“

“It’s not about that” You softly cut him off. You swore you heard a quiet sigh of relief as he looks back down.

“Do you know why Yeonjun and I don’t get along?” You question.

The boy just stares blankly back at you, wondering where this is going.

“I used to like Yeonjun, quite a lot actually.” You laugh, thinking back to your early school days.

You were used to offering him you lunch when he forgot his, sharing your after school snacks, even small things like lending him a pencil.

You always had his back. So why, the time it mattered most, didn’t he have yours?

“I remember that, you guys used to hang out a lot.”

“Yeah well, remember that day we skipped in highschool? When we ran to your house and we ate three tubs of ice cream as I cried over dog movies?”

“I do.., you never did tell me why you were so upset before that though…”

“Well you know how I used to eat lunch with Yeonjun?”

“Yes…” he starts, “Where is this going?”

“I went to give him some food I packed him, and he was talking about me.”

“Well that’s normal, friends talk about friends” he justifies.

“No it wasn’t in that way. H-he called me annoying and said he hated being around me.” Your eyes begin to well, fighting the tears about to fall.

“He said no one really likes me, and that I was just some stupid girl he had to hang out with.” You say, the recalling of the memory hurting as bad as it did in the moment.

You grew quiet as hyuka pulled you into his arms. his larger frame swallowing yours as he caresses your head. Burying your head into his shoulder, words just keep pouring out.

“Why would he do that? He was supposed to be my friend” You sniffle, tears falling freely. Tears you weren’t even aware were pooling in your eyes.

“Shhhh, its ok,” He assures.

You don’t even know why you were crying. Maybe it was the pain of losing your best friend at the time? Or the fact that you had a well unrequited crush on him?

All you knew was that it hurt.

On the other hand, it felt good to get it all out. You had never confronted your feelings head on. It let you release a breath you hadn’t realized you weren’t holding.

Too bad it had to involve you getting snot all over your friends incredibly expensive shirt.

Whatever, you’d deal with that later. Right now all you wanted to relish in your teddy-bear like friends comfort. Unbothered.

Well that went out the window the minute Choi Beomgyu spotted you crying.

He started flailing his arms around and accusing the younger boy of making you cry. You just giggled as he denied the accusations, finding the situation funny.

“Well then why was she crying?” Beomgyu asks, interrogating the boy seated next to you.

“There’s only one explanation” The boy talks to himself before pointing at you two. “You and hyuka have been in a secret relationship for years and you’ve had to break up because he has an arranged marriage!”

Silence fills the room as Beomgyu realizes his conclusion was very very wrong.

“I might have been a bit off..” The boy admits sheepishly.

“Hyuka and Y/n?” Soobin speaks, walking into the room. “I saw it coming”

“Ok no no,” Hueningkai says, standing up. “She was just a little upset over the drama we were watching!”

“Hmm,” beomgyu presses on, looking closer at you. “I’ve seen drama tears before, and those are not it!”

“It was Yeonjun,”

Another voice speaks, one you hadn’t been aware of before.

Taehyun was sitting there the entire time, out of you and your friends view, in the kitchen. Holding a cup of tea as he stirs sugar into it in an attempt to look busy. You easily call bullshit, he doesn’t even like tea.

Screw their gorgeous apartment, with the thin walls and stupid open concept floor-plan. You never understood why they’d all desire to be in others business that bad anyways. Any little noise could be heard throughout the house (including the time Beomgyu knocked himself out on the fridge while sleepwalking)

You just sit there, silently praying Taehyun won’t elaborate.

“She was crying because of Yeonjun. The whole reason they started fighting was because he was shit talking her behind her back.” He speaks, looking disappointed, placing his cup on the counter.

So much for prayers.

“What? But that doesn't make any sense?” Beomgyu frowns, stomping his feet.

“What do you mean?” Hueningkai reasons, “You know how Yeonjun can be.”

“Because he’s in love with her!”

Silence fills the room at the revelation as you all become living question marks.

Beomgyu quickly slapping his hands over his mouth as if the news just slipped.

“What !?”

“Now hold on-”

“Why didn’t he tell ME?”

You just sit, your thoughts drowning out their voices. Yeonjun? Choi Yeonjun? In love with you? Yeah right. When pigs fly then maybe you’d believe that.

You call bullshit as you stand from your place, grabbing your shoes as you intend to exit the apartment. You barely make it two seconds when the other boys come running after you, pleading for you to stay.

“You guys are just making stuff up to get us to get along!” You say, frustrated.

“Please just listen to Beomgyu explain! I’m sure it’ll make sense then!”

Make sense? Nothing about this made sense. What, that Yeonjun teased you cause he liked you? He was a grown man, not a child. You didn’t buy it for a second.

Nevertheless, you slipped your shoes off and held onto Hueningkai as he led you back to the living room.

“You have two minutes,” You speak. “Or I’m out of here and we never talk about this again.”

Beomgyu looks taken aback at the statement. And in all honesty, he’s scrambling to explain it in a way where Yeonjun doesn’t come off as a total asshole.

This wasn’t going to be easy.

“Okay okay, so I know this is going to sound bad but, you know how high school boys are!”

“Get on with it!” You roll your eyes.

“The whole reason he called you that is because he didn’t want his friends to think he’d like you!”

“Is it that unbearable for people to think he liked me?” You ask sarcastically.

“No! He just didn’t want you to find out!” Beomgyu informs you.

“Thats really stupid.” Soobin admits, and you agree wholeheartedly.

“He went about it in the wrong way, yes! He just didn’t want to be rejected!”

“So he’d rather hurt her feelings?”

Beomgyu looks stumped at the question before he throws himself on the couch and sighs.

“Yeah he’s an idiot”

You nod your head along but the whole situation dawns on you. Yeonjun liked you? All that time? Why wouldn’t he just tell you?

“He tried to fix things but at that point, he said every time they talked they would fight. But he told me he was okay with that, as long as he was back in her life.” Beomgyu admits, knowing Yeonjun would kill him if he found out he’d repeated it.

However, the younger boy felt it was about time you knew, Yeonjun had kept far too much from you.

You, however, wished you hadn’t heard any of this. You couldn’t believe the time you wasted sobbing over the boy. All because of his stupid actions.

“Beomgyu,” Taehyun starts, “You said ‘In love’ correct ?”

“Yes?”

“As in currently?”

Well shit you think, he still liked you? After the hell you put each other through? All while you were a 110% sure he hated you. This was all too much.

You needed time, and lots of space.

You collect your things, despite protests, and really head out the door this time. They let you go, knowing you needed to clear your head

As you reach the elevator, you’re surprised as it opens just in time.

Only for you to stand face to face with Yeonjun.

It’s been a solid week since the incident at the apartment.

Referring to the episode you had as you started sobbing outside the elevator.

Yeonjun, bewildered, helped you into the elevator and even took you home. He didn’t even ask you any questions, just let you sit still as he drove to your place. No words exchanged except for the small ‘Thank you’ you muttered when he dropped you off.

You’ve been thinking of him a lot lately, maybe a bit too much. You look at the corner of your room, the dress sits perched on the chair.

It was the day of Heejin’s infamous social, and you knew how badly the boys wanted you to be there.

Despite you barely talking to them lately, only answering occasional texts and calls.

But could they blame you? You were processing a whirlwind of emotions. At this point, you weren’t even sure what you felt towards Yeonjun. He had hurt you so bad but you knew it was a mistake. Could you forgive him?

Would you be able to keep it together if you saw him tonight ?

You brush the thoughts away as you pick up your phone, making a final decision.

The ringing echo’s in your ear as your friend finally picks up.

“Hey! I was actually-“

“Come over,” You interrupt, hearing Kai’s voice falter.

“I wanna get ready for Heejin’s and I need help” You announce, the boy already celebrating on the other side of the phone.

“I’m so excited! You know you don’t have to-“

“Get over here before I change my mind !”

About two hours after your best friend arrived, you finally deem yourself presentable.

The dress looks gorgeous on you! And the way you did your makeup somehow made you even more stunning than you already were. You were ready, for what exactly? Who knows? All you knew is you were going to have the time of your life in a room full of snobby rich people.

The party was shaping up to be better than you expected, a lot more loose than it initially was.

You were having a great time with the boys (sans Yeonjun, which you were thankful for) but it didn’t last too long.

He arrived fashionably late, looking breath taking. But next to him, was a just as breath taking girl. God, she was gorgeous, not even, that was an understatement.

You don’t know why but you felt a bit, jealous.

He approached you and the rest as he held onto her hand, she looked absolutely in love with him.

Great.

You did your best to seem unaffected by the whole thing, I mean, it’s not like Yeonjun had any idea.

So you brush it off and continue nursing a drink that was far too watered down by now. His date wonders off as he talks to his friends.

Pretending you were invisible as well, nothing out of the ordinary.

“You clean up nice” He smiles, before he continues. “I didn’t know you had it in you.”

Beomgyu mentally face palms as he watches the interaction. Geez Yeonjun, could you not be a dick for two seconds?

You ignore him and roll your eyes before speaking, “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

He leans in, a bit too close for your comfort, and responds, “Then why don’t you let me find out?”

You physically gag out of reflex, not believing what was happening, before you burst out laughing.

“Goodbye Yeonjun.” You announce before going to the dance floor, hopefully to take your mind off of the interaction.

He was so close to you, his striking eyes, his lips, and his soft hair. All within arms reach, which hadn’t been common for years.

You ignore the beating in your heart as you look back to your table and see the boys arguing: Probably about you being ‘unfit’ to be here.

“Wait, you told her?” Yeonjun yells, baffled; Ready to strangle the lights out of Beomgyu.

“I wouldn’t have had to if you did!” He defends.

“I couldn’t! She wouldn’t even give me the time of day!”

“And who’s fault is that?” Taehyun speaks up.

Yeonjun sighs in defeat, “Mine! Look I know I messed up but.. I didn’t even think she’d find out.”

“That’s not an excuse,” Taehyun responds, “You were so worried about covering your own back that you didn’t think about her feelings!”

“I know, I know,” The older boy continues, “I want to apologize!”

“Well this idiotic plan is not making it any better.” Soobin speaks, not believing what Yeonjun and Beomgyu had constructed.

Yeonjun’s date was just some girl Beomgyu paid to pretend to be the others date. All in the attempt to make you jealous, for whatever reason, but it wasn’t working.

“She doesn’t even care!” Yeonjun looks back at you, dancing with some stranger. “She laughed at me!”

“She laughed at your attempt to flirt.”Hueningkai corrects, knowing you couldn’t stand that corny stuff.

“I already told you, all this elaborate scheming” He waves his hands, “Is totally useless, just go for it directly.”

Yeonjun literally panics at that idea. Just go up to you? And confess? When you possibly hated him? Yeah… no.

“Kai that plan’s even worse than mine.” Beomgyu smirks, “He doesn’t have the balls.”

“Who doesn’t?” Yeonjun turns back, feeling confronted.

“You.”

“Say I won’t go up to her and do it right now”

“You won’t.”

Beomgyu knew exactly what he was doing; Yeonjun was never one to back down from a challenge. He was hoping the boys pride would work in his favor for once.

Yeonjun hears no more of this before he’s leaving the table, searching for you in the sea of bodies.

You’re lost in your own world in that point, dancing with a boy whose name you haven’t caught. Not that it mattered anyways, you were just having fun.

“Let’s go,” You feel a hand grab your arm, turning you to face him.

“Yeonjun?” You say surprised.

“You know him?” The unnamed boy asks.

“N-“

“Yes, she knows me. I need to talk to her.” Yeonjun interrupts you, looking eager to drag you away.

“I don’t think so.” The other boy argues.

“Stay out of this Heeseung.”

“Do you want to go with him?” Heeseung (You guess?) looks at you.

“Uh-“ You look back and forth. Yeonjun wouldn’t want to talk to you unless it was an emergency. It could be an issue with one of the boys. You couldn’t risk that.

“I’m sorry!” You apologize as you grab onto Yeonjun.“It was nice to meet you! Thank you for the dance!” You speak as the boy drags you away.

He takes you into the hallway of the venue, away from the loud music and chatter.

Yeonjun was shaking inside, he couldn’t believe he was about to do this. Finally, he was going to let it out.

“Hey,” He speaks, brain scrambling while he thinks of what to say.

“Yes?” Confused, you avert your eyes as you look around.

“I like you.” He admits, scanning your face for any sign of discomfort.

Although to his surprise, you smile. “I know.”

“I know, I just..” He trails. “I had to tell you. Please don’t feel pressured to-”

“I don’t,” You interrupt. “Yeonjun it’s kind of hard for you to expect me to like you back given the circumstances..”

“I understand completely.” He speaks, and he truly did.

“But I did,” You say unexpectedly. “In fact, I think I loved you.”

Yeonjun’s shocked at that statement, and so are you. You never thought you’d be here, telling him this, especially under these circumstances.

Not with the future being uncertain, and your past being so brutal. You didn’t know where things would go from here, and if this all was even a good idea. But what is life without risks? You had to take this chance.

“If I loved you back then, I believe I can again.”

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vignettes of a bond || alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader

I originally wrote this in two parts for my sleepover but after I realized how long it accidentally became, I've reformatted it, added/changed a few things, and made into a oneshot!

word count: 3.1k

warnings: smut, angst, knotting, violence

June 2nd, 1943, 11:43 p.m., James Barnes’ bedroom

“I wanna do it, before I go,” he whispered against your skin. “But I know it’s wrong. It’s too cruel.”

“No, please,” you whimpered, “I want it. I want your mark.”

Bucky pulled back for a moment and you examined your Alpha’s face carefully, knowing it might be the last time for a long time. “I couldn’t bond to you and then leave you. It wouldn’t be fair… you deserve to find somebody who can stay, and be with you, and protect you.”

“All I want is you,” you whispered. “Please, Alpha… bite me.”

You saw him hesitate for a moment before he leaned in and sucked at your neck, building the anticipation before he finally sunk his teeth into your skin and you cried out, one single tear rolling down your cheek. “Mine,” he growled against your skin as he lapped at the healing wound, “my Omega. Forever.”

“Yours, only yours,” you agreed eagerly.

It wasn’t the first time Bucky had taken you, but that night he really and truly claimed you, left you a desperate begging mess, stretched out over his knot as he filled you over and over.

The next morning, you were still sore between your legs as well as on your new mark, and it took everything in you to be strong as you saw him off at the train station, waving goodbye and praying that your Alpha would return to you soon.

November 9th, 1943, 2:24 p.m., undercover SHIELD facility

“You promised Bucky you’d take care of me,” you reminded him with a little smile, wiping a tear from your cheek.

“I know,” Steve relented, “but we both know I can’t do that. Not in this state. But maybe I can protect you if I do this. Maybe I can protect my country. I owe it to everyone, especially Bucky, to try.”

You nodded. “But I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too. Come see me before I ship out for good, alright?”

“Of course,” you agreed.

December 27th, 1943, 8:32 a.m., your front porch

“You’re lying,” you gasped as you shook your head. “You’re wrong, no, it’s not true.”

“It is,” Steve promised as tears welled in his eyes, “I’m so so sorry, I saw it myself, I had to watch him fall…”

“It’s not true! He’s not dead!”

“I know he loved you so much. He talked about every day, he couldn’t wait to come home to you,” Steve remembered, choking up noticeably. “But he won’t. He’s gone.”

“You don’t understand, I know, okay? I know.”

“You’re in shock, I understand, it’s hard to lose your mate—”

“You’re a beta, you wouldn’t understand,” you dismissed; sure, he looked like an alpha now, but it didn’t make a difference. “Omegas, we know when our Alpha dies, we feel it, it kills us. He’s far away, but he’s still there, I still feel him!”

Steve held you as you sobbed, your body crumpling into his arms. Sometimes you thought maybe he held you too tight on accident because he was still getting used to his new strength; other times you thought he did it on purpose.

February 3rd, 1944, 12:00 p.m., undercover SHIELD facility

“Even when I had nothing, I had Steve,” you recalled shakily, “and now he’s gone too.”

“Is that why you’re volunteering?” Agent Carter asked you. “Because you’d rather sleep for a hundred years than live without your mate and your best friend?”

“I’m volunteering because my mate and my best friend died for SHIELD,” you corrected firmly, “and if I’m not willing to also, then I’m admitting I think they went to waste.”

“Steve told me you didn’t think Bucky was dead,” Peggy remembered.

You winced. “I’m not sure. But I know he’s not coming home again. I came here to give whatever I could to help find him… I was asked to participate in a cryogenics research study. If it helps him, then I’ll do it.”

She was about to get up, apparently satisfied with your final interview, but you stopped her.

“On one condition,” you added. “If James Barnes is found, alive or dead, wake me up to see him.”

She nodded, stepping out of the room and leaving you alone again.

May 8th, 2012, SHIELD headquarters

“Can you hear me?”

You slowly blinked awake, your vision taking a moment to catch up with your mind. You saw tubes coming out of your arms; you saw Steve above you, looking like the day you saw him last.

“Did you find Bucky?” you asked instantly. Why else would they wake you up?

“No,” Steve answered, seemingly a bit disappointed that that was your first and only question.

“Then put me back to sleep,” you demanded.

“It’s been 68 years,” he told you. “You’ve slept for 68 years. It’s time to wake up.”

And you did, more than you ever wanted to, because you realized you couldn’t feel him anymore. Your Alpha was gone. Worse, he probably died while you were asleep; he probably died alone.

One more time, like he had 68 years ago, Steve held you while you sobbed.

August 1st, 2014, 2:11 a.m., Avengers compound, Steve Rogers’ quarters

You ran into Steve’s room barefoot and still in your pajamas, barreling through the door and right into his bed.

“Steve, I feel him!” you rushed.

“What?” he groaned sleepily, looking up at you as he blinked in confusion.

“I feel him again, he’s alive,” you explained. “I know it. He’s weak… he’s hurting… but he’s there.”

“That’s impossible,” Steve shook his head. “It’s been too long, he would’ve died of old age anyways.”

“Don’t you want to believe it? Don’t you want to think he’s out there?”

“Do I want to think he’s alone and I didn’t save him?” Steve hissed. “No, I can’t say that I particularly do!”

“But we still can, Steve, we just have to find h—”

But before you could finish, the feeling left you, and you were just half of something again.

“Oh,” you breathed.

“He’s gone again?” Steve realized.

You nodded, biting your lip as it started to quiver. He sighed and pulled you into a hug. “If I could just see his body, and know it was over,” you whispered, “if I could just bury him, have a funeral…”

“We’ll have one,” Steve decided, “after this mission. We’ll put him to rest. He deserves that, and so do you.”

You nodded into his shoulder. It shattered you into a million pieces but it was still the better option, to try to let him go in whatever small way you could. He would always, always, always be your Alpha, nothing could change that, but a funeral would at least bring some closure.

That would have to wait until after your next mission though… and it was going to be a big one: tracking the elusive Winter Soldier.

August 3rd, 2014, 1:14 p.m., Lower East side

You were a few blocks away, helping civilians escape the firefight, when you felt it.

For one impossibly brief moment, you felt him, stronger than you had in nearly 80 years. He was here.

You instantly got up and ran like you’d never run before, finding the Soldier and Steve locked in a brutal showdown— but his mask was gone now, and you nearly fell to your knees at the sight of him.

“Bucky!” you yelped, but you knew he wasn’t there or you would’ve felt his presence. Your Alpha was somewhere underneath the shell that wore his face, and you needed to find him.

You ran forward just as Steve made a break for it, getting to him just in time to stand between the Soldier and his mission.

“Alpha, please,” you whimpered, clutching at his chest. A metal hand backhanded you to the ground.

“Out of my way, Omega,” he growled, stepping over you, but you grabbed at his ankles even when he tried to kick you away.

“My mark,” you explained hastily, pulling your shirt down some to make sure it was visible. “It’s yours. Do you remember? You gave me this. This is your mark on me.”

He stared down at you, seeming to be contemplating it, and you scrambled back to your feet and faced him.

“I still feel you,” you whispered. “I knew you were alive, I knew you’d come back to me. I could feel you, right here,” you explained as you took his hand and placed it on your chest. “Could you feel me? Did you know I was waiting for you all this time?”

His eyes were watering but he still seemed confused— stunned, more specifically, as you placed your hand on his chest.

“I’ll always be yours, Bucky. I’ll always be your Omega, no matter where you are.”

A stun gun took you down, an array of masked men appeared, and before he could really see you for what you were, he was dragged away and taken to be erased again.

August 3rd, 2014, 9:04 p.m., Avengers compound, medical bay

“I can’t believe we let them get away,” Steve lamented, resting his face in his hands. “I can’t believe they took him again…”

“They’ll be back,” you promised sternly. “They’re going to figure out what I am to him. They’re going to realize I could break his programming. And they’re going to come for me.”

“And when they do?” Steve pressed.

“We’ll be ready. And I’ll get my Alpha back.”

August 3rd, 2014, 9:04 p.m., temporary HYDRA operations facility

"The woman on the bridge... the Omega..." Bucky mumbled. "She knew me... she had my mark."

"No she didn't."

He furrowed his brow. "She showed me..."

Pierce sighed, glancing over to the HYDRA scientist who looked back at him sternly.

"She's too dangerous to be left alive," the man sighed, shrugging in his lab coat. "We can't deprogram a bond like that."

"We'll take care of her," Pierce promised.

Bucky launched from the chair, snapping his restraints like paper. "Touch her and I'll fucking kill you!" he bellowed, tackling his handler to the ground.

Pierce just laughed as another scientist jabbed Bucky with a needle, dosing him with something strong enough to kill any other man but just enough to knock out a super soldier. Pierce stood up and dusted himself off as he watched Bucky go limp and be lifted back into his chair.

"I can see the fight in your eyes, Soldier," he taunted as he leaned into his face. "I know you really would kill me, if you could. The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak, right? But don't worry about your mate, we'll make it quick and painless. Hey, maybe beforehand me and a few of the other Alphas will show her a good time, poor thing's been without her mate for 70 years... I bet she's raring to go."

Bucky's arm twitched as his eyes started to fall shut, a tear falling down his blank and motionless face.

"Wipe him," Pierce instructed to the scientist, turning and walking away as the electric whirr of the machine charging up filled the room.

August 11th, 2014, 3:53 p.m., SHIELD headquarters

Steve was impressed with how accurate and imminent your prediction was; HYDRA was hot on your trail and desperate to eliminate the biggest threat to their Asset. Knowing they were coming made it easier, but it was still a brutal fight.

You and Steve tried to stay together, but they were smart, they used the perfect bait to lure you away.

"Tell me where he is," you demanded from the HYDRA agent as you held a blade to his neck, "then I'll kill you."

"Isn't it supposed to be 'or I'll kill you'?" he frowned.

You shook your head. "Not the way I operate."

Opposite to the reaction you were expecting, he grinned widely. "He's here."

Your heart stopped.

"On the roof. He's here to kill you."

You dropped the knife and ran straight for the stairwell, ascending them like they were nothing and calling out for your Alpha.

You found him there, waiting, gun trained on you. Raising your hands in surrender, you yelled to him again.

"Bucky," you called across the windy roof, eyes nearly blinded by the bright afternoon sun. "Alpha."

"I'm not who you think I am," he yelled back. "I'm not your Alpha."

It hurt to hear it in his voice, but you knew it wasn't him. Cautiously, you stepped closer. "Before you left, you told me you didn't want to mark me and leave me behind," you recalled. "But I wanted it. I wanted to be bonded to you more than I'd ever wanted anything."

He could clearly see you were coming closer, he even tightened his finger over the trigger of his weapon, but he was waiting. You kept walking to him, slowly.

"I've never regretted it," you continued, "not even when I thought you were dead, not even when I had to spent a lifetime-- more than that-- apart from you."

Finally you were face to face, and you stepped closer until his gun was pressed right into your chest.

"You can shoot me now and I still won't regret it," you promised. "I love you."

Shakily, he lowered his weapon. "Omega..." he breathed.

"Your Omega."

He pulled you into him and you sobbed as you felt him come to life in your arms-- the real him, your Alpha, your Bucky. He held you close and breathed against the top of your head and it was like a dream coming true decades after you'd forced yourself to let it go.

But you'd never given up. And now you had found him again.

Agents started to come onto the roof and Bucky spun the two of you around, firing with his right hand and using the left, metal arm as a shield for you.

He carried you and you didn't even know where he was taking you, but it didn't matter. In his arms, you were home.

August 12th, 1:03 a.m., Avengers compound, your quarters

You hadn't stopped coming or crying for at least an hour. Bucky had all but split you open on his knot all night and he didn't show any signs of stopping.

He apparently intended to make up for lost time. And you'd lost a lot of time.

"Just one more, I know you can give me one more," he groaned furiously rubbing your clit as his knot began to swell again.

You could give him anything, as long as he asked for it like that.

You'd lost count of how many times he'd told you to come for him, and how many times you did it immediately.

"I can see how full you are," he whispered as he rubbed your stomach gently. "So much seed in you that your body can't hold it all."

You looked down and yep, you were distinctly bloated from his come alone; it made you a little dizzy to even look at it.

"The idea of you alone during your heats, no one to protect you, it kills me," he explained with a growl. "I won't let you go again. I can't."

"Then don't," you sighed. "Never leave this bed, fill me with everything you have."

"Did anybody ever help you through them? The heats?" he asked. "I wouldn't blame you, they can be so painful... I just need to know so I can make sure you forget about them."

"No, Bucky, never— I never let anyone touch me."

"Steve could've helped you, at least some..."

"He wouldn't have, he loves you too much. And I wouldn't accept anything less than you, ever. You're my Alpha. We're bonded. There's never anyone else."

That didn't seem to satisfy him, his eyes darting away as he swallowed. Your gut sank with the realization he probably wasn't being totally honest about why he asked.

"Your ruts," you gasped. "Were you alone for all of them?"

He shut his lips tighter.

"Bucky, it's okay, just tell me. I was asleep for 70 years, I skipped most of them, but you... you had to live through them all."

"They gave me betas, and omegas," he mumbled, "but I don't... I don't really remember. I know they wanted me to. They threatened to hurt me if I didn't, because they knew I'd go crazy after so many ruts alone, but I can't remember if I really did it. I remember... I remember crying, and begging for you."

"Alpha," you breathed as you felt new tears run over the stains of your old ones. "It's okay. Whatever happened, it's okay now. We're together again. Everything's okay."

You wiped his tear away with your thumb, holding his face tightly, weaving your fingers into his long hair.

"I'll always be your Omega," you promised.

He leaned in closer to you, kissing your cheek before pulling back a little. "It's faded," he whispered as he ran his thumb over the mark on your neck. "The last time I saw it, it was still fresh."

"It's older, sure, but it's stronger than ever, Bucky."

August 14th, 10:12 a.m., Avengers compound, residential area kitchen

Steve's eyes went wide when he came into the kitchen for breakfast and found you there, steeping your tea. "Surprised to see you out of the love nest so soon," he smirked.

"It's been three days, I don't think that counts as soon," you scoffed.

"It does to him," Steve frowned. "He's asleep, isn't he?"

"Yep."

"I know he wouldn't let you out of his sights if he was conscious," Steve chuckled.

At that moment, you heard Bucky call your name and run out into the hall, only a bedsheet covering his groin as he appeared in the doorway. You spun around and smiled when you saw him come running towards you, embracing you with his free arm.

"You should've told me you were leaving, I got scared when I woke up without you," he admitted weakly.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make you worry!"

He pulled back and clutched your face in both his hands. "I'm waking up next to you every morning for the rest of my life, you understand?"

You nodded dutifully. "Yes, Alpha."

"One hand on the sheet, please, Buck?" Steve winced, looking away.

“Whoops,” Bucky groaned, reaching to cover himself as you laughed softly.

“Let’s go back to bed, baby,” you decided quietly, taking Bucky’s (free) hand in yours and waving goodbye to Steve, who was already making his way as far out of earshot as possible.

#alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader #alpha!bucky barnes smut

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livingalifeofasimp · 3 years

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Yandere genshin impact boys with gn s/o who is now also an adventure like aether. Not to mention they were in relationship with him. So.....headcannon? Like I don't want where they will make aether and s/o break up. I want they to suffer! 😌 Have a great day and night!

This request really is interesting!. I hope you like ~

Warning : Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, it's purely for entertainment purpose and nothing else. It must not be romanticized in real life. Arts are not mine only the content is.

🧡ℂ𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕖🧡

➳You were just an enemy, not a strong opponent but strong enough to surprise him and is constantly improving. Your presence was a mere amusement to him or a stranger who crossed his paths one or two times. You meet Childe when he challenges you and Aether in one of your adventures.

➳You thought he was a guy full of himself but unfortunately you and Aether got forced to work with Childe in a case, unwillingly you supported Aether's decision. Honestly you never expected to see how much he cares for the people he loves and protects them, there was so much more than he shows.

➳It changed your attitude and perspective of him. Sometimes he can be a jerk . Still, you let your guards down since you both will be working partners even if it's for a limited amount of time.

***

➥Never have Childe lost a battle so miserably in a battlefield of love. It feels way far worse than losing a battle almost like he lost his heart and himself.

➥He wasn't able to understand how his hobby of teasing and testing you turned into a habit of being near you all the time, making him addicted to your presence next to him. Everytime when you were in danger, Childe jumped in the scene to protect you, even after knowing you could handle it, without caring about his situation.

➥He should have observed how protective and lovingly Aether looks at you and what's more worst to him is that you look at Aether the same way. Not a single detail went past his observation yet, this? Maybe he never wanted to observe or know such a thing between you both.

➥He saved you, why did you run to save Aether risking your life again?, everything became clear when he saw you both hugging and holding hands. Friends ain't like that. No longer, Childe was a cheerful, determined guy like he was before. Shutting himself away from the world falling into abyss, no tears were left to cry. People who knew him got concerned about his health.

➥What a great despair he is it? His situation is so laughable not even he knew how crazy his love for you is making him. He wants to make you feel the same pain, will you be able to take it?. But how can he hurt you, he loves you so much. How can he fall in love with his friend's girl? Knowing how happy they are together and he is just an extra.

❤️𝔻𝕚𝕝𝕦𝕔❤️

➳As a foreigner in Mondstadt, you searched for a job and luckily found a vacant seat in Dawn winery, since it's only for a few months you got along with the fate, it's better than nothing, besides payment was quite high and could cover up your expenditures.

➳You discovered that it was owned by a young man which was quite surprising to you. At first you did not have a good option on Diluc, your boss who you never actually interacted with but everyone's past eventually finds their way to other's ears and it was the same in your case.

➳What a miserable past he had gone through, not that it's your business nevertheless it changed the way you saw him. You felt bad for him when he had to work alone on holidays so sometimes you volunteered. One of the reasons was extra pay, he was a good boss to you.

***

➥Diluc didn't knew what he was feeling for you is. Is it friendship? companionship? or love?. It was for sure that his heart fluttered every time he saw you, you made him dress nice for you and behave differently in a way you don't think bad of him, so he tried and tried, sometimes made jokes to make you laugh.

➥It was so frustrating for him to see you sad. And now after all this when he saw you with a blonde guy who came to pick you after your shift made him lose his sanity. Who is he to you? Why are you so happy to see him? You never smiled like that at him.

➥It was exactly what he thought, you had a lover before he came into the scene. Again he was left alone in the darkness, alone, he is so afraid of being alone. Tears continually rolled down his cheeks, hitting floor . Why is everything so cruel to him? What did he ever do wrong? Why can't he live happily even if just for once?

➥When his heart finally fluttered for someone and he had a reason to wake up the next morning, you disappear, making his life far more miserable than it was. But does it matter? He is as miserable as he was before, did anything even changed? Diluc falled on his knees he was a fool to think he could ever be loved.

➥What is he supposed to do with these immense feelings for you?. Diluc is aware of how destructive it is, if he loses control then he will hurt you, you will never smile again. He couldn't bear it and he doesn't want to live in a world where he can't have you, so he destroys himself before he can destroy you, taking his breath away himself.

💙𝕂𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕒💙

➳Certainly you got dragged by your friends, after all you came back to your hometown from a long adventure. They wanted to catch up with you so how could you reject them? At the end you accepted their invitation. That's where you meet Kaeya, friend of your friends though you didn't pay him any attention because your friends kept on questioning you.

➳It was a sunny day when you decided to run errands, buying all the stuffs that was mentioned in your list, you got tired and visted the same place, you went few days ago with your friends. You liked the cocktail, it was of your favorite flavor. The drink was fresh so you thought of ordering it again, coincidentally meeting Kaeya and slowly you both became friends, helping and making fun of eachother.

***

➥This is not what he thought would happen! This is not how it was supposed to be! Kaeya's heart broke so bad, every moment it became harder to breathe, panic rose, he couldn't help but cover his mouth. A chuckle escapes his mouth.

➥For a minute how can he even think he deserves someone like you, look at you how happy you are, you are someone else's, so pure and perfect. Why didn't he realize it earlier? Why did he misunderstood your kindness for love?.

➥Kaeya wanted to purpose you, he was willing to be loyal to only you and keep eyes only for you. So when he heard from his friends who are your friends as well that you already had a lover for years and that you love him very much, it made him depressed.

➥Kaeya sat dissolved in own his sadness, a hand slides through his chest to his jaw, turning his face towards herself attempting to kiss him. As Kaeya's vision shifts on her, he realizes she is not you. Oh how good would it be, if you were the one he was holding, kissing and hugging.

➥He can't believe he became so miserable, constantly wanting to have you to himself. Kaeya pushes her hand away, his hands holded another glass of wine as he takes it down in one gulp imagining your smiling face towards him and hearing your sweet voice which are music to him.

➥Another woman leaned towards him, Kaeya chuckled to himself how dare he dreamed about you, you deserve so much better, not someone who is as dirty as him.

➥He knows it isn't possible to forget about you so he tries to find comfort in some other women and this time he pulled her towards him, kissing her deeply, tears falled down his eyes. Oh how good it would be if she was you.

🖤ℤ𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕚🖤

➳By the time you went back to meet your grandma, everything around the corner changed. You were happy to be able to meet her and see all those places you used to go when you was a kid, reminiscing and meeting all your old neighbors and childhood friends. They are still as fun as they were before.

➳When you got home you saw a handsome stranger in the living room and was shocked, he didn't seem to be a guy who could harm you or your grandma, by the way where is she?. Zhongli decides to introduce himself to free you from any discomfort.

➳Then suddenly your Grandma came in with a tray of food and started complimenting Zhongli saying that he is kind enough to help her with everything when no one is here with her. You thanked Zhongli for being so nice to your Grandma. You didn't knew that your Grandma was rooting for you both because she thought Zhongli is a good guy who can keep you happy all your life.

➳Strangely you always found yourself alone with Zhongli most of the time, and when you knew why these coincidences happened, you explained to your Grandma that you already had someone and humbly rejected Zhongli.

***

➥Zhongli holded his head with his hands so hard, hoping to stop his thoughts about you. It was not his plan to love because they are gonna die anyways like his friends did. So why isn't he able to think you are dead for him. Your face, laugh, smiles and everything, even a smallest detail constantly hovers over his mind.

➥This is not what he is expected to do, but he just can't stop thinking about you and the more he thinks about you, the more sinful it becomes, desiring to tear down your perfect picture with your loved one and pull you to him. He can easily take you to himself, you will eventually love him, if you get to know him, his love, you surely will love him, right?.

➥Zhongli notices that his thoughts are becoming so corrupt, he must stop it. Zhongli threw all the expensive objects placed on the table with a shout losing his composure. Does she know how much he is going through? Tears threatened to fall down from his eyes, so Zhongli raised his head to prevent them from falling.

➥He never experienced such feelings, so much pain for not getting a chance to be with the person he wants the most. He is supposed to happily accept your decision and wish a good life for you and Aether but his heart wants to take you for himself and make you love only him; however, he must do what is right. Perhaps what's best for him is to think you are dead and grieve. Since he hardly believes he can ever stop feeling what he feels for you. He is such a fool for you.

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robertdowneyjjr · 2 years

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hello i love you

1. Mit!boys where rhodey brings tony to an arcade or fair or smth and tony’s like !!!!!!!! bc he’s never been to one before! you can play games for hours? and win prizes?? for playing games???? rhodey you have to win me the biggest fluffiest one 🥺

2. rhodey introduces tony to coffee. not on purpose! he’s trying to help nurse tony’s hangover or he’s accidentally picked up the wrong order from the coffee shop on campus so tony just drinks it and the results are. disastrous

3. i am a suckerrrr for italian!tony so tony digging out maria’s special recipes to impress rhodey and later steve

4. tony has a v stressful week/month and steve treats his man with a bubble bath and a massage and scented candles

hiii i love you too and i adore every single one of these prompts omg 🥺 i’m gonna write the first one for this ask but i’ll eventually tackle all the rest in separate posts!! 💖

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“Oh my god, is that a carousel?”

Tony stops in the middle of Boston Common, causing Jim to walk into him and almost drop his ice cream cone. He looks at where Tony is pointing, and sure enough, there’s a carousel. Before Jim could answer, Tony grabs his arm and starts dragging him over to the ride.

“Come on!”

They end up riding the carousel six times, Tony insisting they stay on so he can hop on a different seat each time. He’s like a kid discovering something new for the first time, and Jim later finds out that’s exactly the case.

“I was never allowed to go to any fairs or amusement parks,” Tony explains over pizza. “Howard always says I have more important things to do than to play around in a park. I don’t know, I guess that’s the cost of being a child genius. You miss out on a few things growing up.”

Jim narrows his eyes at that. Every time he hears another anecdote about Howard Stark, his urge to punch the man grows stronger. He wipes his hands on a napkin, and with it the unpleasantness of hearing Howard’s name. As Tony changes the topic and starts telling a story about his last run-in with their building’s superintendent, Jim starts brainstorming.

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For their next long weekend, Jim finishes all his assignments early and drives them almost two hours along the coast to Palace Playland in Maine, a beachfront amusement park and arcade that’s been around since the turn of the century. He came here with his family once a few years ago, when he was a sophomore in high school, and he’s looking forward to sharing the experience with Tony. He watches as Tony shuts the car door and takes in the sight before him, eyes wide and bright and entire body twitching with barely contained excitement.

He gets them both tickets and returns to where Tony is standing near the entrance, studying a map of the park.

“So, where do you want to start?” he asks.

Tony points to the pirate ship. “There! We’re going to try all the rides first, and then the arcade.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Tony grabs Jim’s hand, ushers them through the entrance, and runs towards the pirate ship where a line is just starting to form.

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Four hours, two corn dogs, three funnel cakes, and one snow cone later, they’re finally ready to head into the arcade.

They step through into the 20,000 square foot space where all the games are located and Tony pauses, taking it all in.

“Holy shit.”

His eyes land on the giant prize counter that lines one wall of the room, then he turns back to Jim. “We can win those? By playing games?”

“Yup.”

“Well then what are we waiting for? Rhodey! I want that giant stuffed platypus. I need it. Show me how good you are at skeeball and get me that platypus!”

Turns out, Jim is garbage at skeeball. But between the two of them, the sheer amount of options in games they have at the arcade, and the three hours they spend there, they manage to rack up enough tickets for the stuffed toy and more.

At the end of the day, they walk back to where the car is parked, Jim holding the bags of prize candy and knickknacks they’ve won while Tony hugs the stuffed platypus to his chest. The toy is so big that Tony has to angle his head around it to see where they’re going and Jim has to keep a hand on Tony’s elbow to guide the way. Tony bumps into a couple cars before they make it to their own, where he straps the platypus safely into its own seat in the back like it’s his child.

Before Jim could start the car, Tony leans across the centre console and flings his arms around him, squeezing tightly in a hug full of gratitude.

“Best day ever,” Tony says softly. “Thanks for bringing me here, Rhodey.”

“I’m just glad I could make you happy, Tones,” Jim responds, stroking gently between Tony’s shoulder blades.

“You always do.”

#GOD THEY ARE SO SOFT #this is where the platypus nickname came from and that’s that on that #tonyrhodey #rhodeytony #ironhusbands #mit babies #kay writes things #havepatienceandendure #ask

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ally22042000 · 3 years

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SOPE Android

Ally Thoughts

House Bot! Yoongi x Reader x Sex Bot! Hoseok

Warnings: Sexual Content (nothing in detail)

A/N: Under “Ally Thoughts” I will post little snippets of imagines I have. Feel free to send asks about them to expand them if you want to. Hope you like this. -Ally

You bought Yoongi first. In dire need of help when it came to your house chores You didn’t want to hire a housekeeper because you felt uncomfortable with the thought of a stranger entering your home. So, when HYPE came out with a line of House Bots to help keep a home clean you were one of the first to buy one.

I was weird getting used to Yoongi’s presence in the beginning. You’d come home from work, and he’d have a healthy meal ready for you. Your laundry would be washed, folded, and put away. He’d remind you regularly to drink some water and order your groceries.

In the morning he’d have breakfast ready and would update you about the weather conditions.

Over the period of four month, you get rather close. He’ d learn how to use humour and sarcasm. He’d have your favourite snacks ready for you and cuddle you during your period. You would consider Yoongi your friend. You were close but no boundaries were crossed.

It all changed when you ordered Hoseok. You had been single for a while and even the few interactions you had, were never really what you were looking for in the bedroom. You ordered Hoseok not only to get past your dry spell but also to uncover new sexual territory. What better why to comfortability do that, then with an android who’s only goal is to please you.

Yoongi helped you choose the Sex Bot. Both of you sitting in front of the computer, browsing through the options.

Once Hoseok arrived, you were rather nervous to press the “On” button. You had been so sure when you read through the confirmation mail. Ready to start this sexual adventure. But as you stood in front of the beautiful android with black hair (the opposite of Yoongi’s) and heart shaped lips, your anxiety got the better of you.

A week after Hoseok’s arrival, Yoongi decides that he can’t take your hesitance anymore. He starts Hoseok while you’re at work and explains his purpose.

You almost fainted when you came home and Hoseok was standing in your living room, the boxers he came with, the only thing covering his privates.

“Hello Y/N. Nice to meet you. My name is Jung Hoseok and I’m at your service.” Yoongi standing behind him with a smug smirk covering his face.

That night the only thing you and Hoseok do is talk. Yoongi informed him about your nervousness, and he wanted to make sure he could calm your mind before making a move. While Yoongi was doing the dishes, Hoseok talked with you about the things you’ve tried in previous encounters. Wanting to know in detail what happened during your those. Your cheeks flushing while his eyes never left you face. Wanting to read every emotion that crosses your face.

The next day in started with a make out session while you were watching a movie. It was clear to Hoseok that, while you have a lot of desires, you were too hesitant to act on the just then. So, he decided to slowly ease you into it.

A slightly bit on the lips here, a harsh grip on your thighs next. A few days later you start him yourself, coming home from a frustrating day at work and in dire need of an orgasm. He makes you cum with his fingers twice before he even stops to say hello. Licking your slick from his fingers while he orders you to drink some water. Before you can even blink the door opens and Yoongi comes in with a glass of water and a few energy bars.

That’s how you slowly fall into a rhythm. While Hoseok sprung on you as soon as you turned him on, bending you in different positions all over your apartment, leaving you satisfied after every encounter, Yoongi was always around the corner. Ready to bring you whatever you need and take care of your post orgasm needs.

After Hoseok tried restraint for the first time, Yoongi went on a deep dive about helpful massages to make sure you wouldn’t be sore the next day.

When you can barely sit on your wooden chairs after a spanking session with the Sex Bot, Yoongi rushes to order pillows which fit with the interior design.

But your sexual expertise wasn’t the only think that was blossoming. Jealousy, the green monster, was blooming in the Bots.

For Yoongi it was when he heard your screams through the door. Hearing your moans and gasps, begging for the other Bot to go faster, harder. It was killing him, that he wasn’t the one who caused our euphoria, the one that got to taste your wetness and make you come undone.

For Hoseok it was the closeness over mundane thinks your shared with Yoongi. How you talked with him about your day, back hugging him while he was cooking. The way you laughed at the jokes he made and squishes his cheeks when he baked your favourite cookies.

Both Bots wanted to step into the shoes of the other, but that isn’t what the y were created for. Slowly they picked up on the desire of the other.

Hoseok realised the lust of the elder, when it took him longer to leave the room during your little snack breaks, his eyes lingering on the exposed parts of your body. Yoongi would recognize the longing in the Sex Bot’s eyes, whenever you would burry your face in his chest.

They both started to talk about the interactions the other had with you. Drinking up every detail about your intimate moments.

For now, that’s how they would get by. Living of the worlds the other created with their words. Hoping, that one day they would get the chance to live out their fantasies. Hoping that you would consider using them beyond the purpose you bought them for.

#Ally Thoughts #bts #bts x reader #bts fluff #bts smut #bts au #android #sope #yoongi #hoseok #reader

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Idk if this is possible or not or if you've done it already but could you list all the rainbow references in the show?

Haha- talk about pandora’s box. Sure, personally i think the rainbows have multiple meanings -3 meanings to to be exact

1) Rainbows being associated with psychics + Will’s powers plot twist

*We see in the stranger thing novel 'suspicious minds' when overusing powers you may hallucinate rainbows (which are also associated with the void/ monsters in the series) .

Terry: “Spots bloomed behind her eyelids. Every color … as the sunlight turned to rainbows” ( p44-45), “streaks of rainbow appeared (p47)”,“The rainbow stayed with Terry for a long while, but eventually it faded and in its place: darkness. A pit.”(p. 48).

Alice (who sees visions of the future) : “Snarling, snapping monsters,RAINBOW LIGHTS playing in the air around them” (p. 121).

cough Will being in the upsidedown/being chased by “monsters”. And Joyce communicating with Will via “rainbow lights.”

The rainbow room (from s2) also has a rainbow on the door- according to the novel kali drew that rainbow. Similar to Will's rainbow drawing. Kali in the book also creates a rainbow allusion with sunflowers (Terry ref).

Kali: “field of yellow sunflowers grew up around them. A rainbow arcing over the golden tops.” (p. 139). “He noticed she’d drawn up there, a rainbow with her colored pencils. Maybe he’d suggest that for the playroom” (the rainbow room we see in s2) (p. 298)

I also already talked about how Terry saying "breath, sunflower, rainbow " is actually a reference to s1 Will- here (in link including pic of Will and Terry being told to “breath”.

*El in s3 also thinks of papa, her mother , and the rainbow room- cause she sees a cereal box with a rainbow (on it).

Dustin and susie sing a song from the film adaption of the book "never ending story". Which indicates how Will is subconsciously creating the supernatural creatures & people in the series . Before they sing, we also see susie is next to a ‘wizard of oz’ posters & she reads & talks to Dustin about the book "wizard of earthsea'. 2 of the 3 examples have rainbow-related songs (in their film adaptions) & all 3 hint at Will’s powers.

* wizard of earthsea:

It’s about a pre-teen wizard named Ged who has a bowl cut (Will) who casts a powerful spell, but the spell goes awry and instead he releases a shadow creature (by opening a portal between the living & dead- Will is a zombie boy remember?)! The new Archmage, Gensher, describes the shadow as an ancient evil that wishes to possess Ged. But the ‘shadow’ turns out to be a representation of the darkest aspects of his personality. It’ only when he calls the shadow monster by his own name “Ged”(cough mf=will the wise) does the monster stop acting out. The only way to save the world is for ged to then merge with the shadow(and for Ged to accept himself-and “become whole”).This also reminds me of the “Jungian shadow”

* never ending story:

Bastian ( who has a bowl cut- and is from single parent house hold) subconsciously creates a fantasy world being over run by darkness (symbolizing the loss of hope and dreams). One of the characters he creates is Atreyu (El). Atreyu ( was the child deemed the ‘chosen one). “Atreyu is knocked into the sea of possibilities. There he wakes on the shore of abandoned ruins. And Gmorick (mindflayer) then latches his jaws onto Atreyu’s (El’s) leg.”Pretty much what happened to El.”The Empress in the story later tells Atreyu, that despite being told he was the chosen one (he never was). And that it was always Bastian (Will) who was the chosen one-since his imagination created Fantasia (so he’s the only way to stop the darkness from over -running it).”

Will has mental health issues and accidentally writes a “story” about the shadow monster (reflecting his tra*ma). Bastian is depressed (over his parent) and subconsciously creates a story about darkness over-running everything. Like how Hopper describes his depression- like a black hole.

song Dustin & Susie sing:

“Written on the pages is the answer to a never ending story” (cough the books susie referenced - are explaining the answer to what’s causing the mindflayer/upsidedown/the lab...this story )

“DREAM a dream. And what you DREAM will be” ( Will’s imagination making his nightmares come true)

“Rhymes that keep their secrets Will unfold behind the clouds.And there upon a RAINBOW Is the answer to a never ending story.”

(the lyric “rhymes that keep their SECRETS” purposely pans to Will both times the song is sung). Because the ‘SECRET’ is -he’s causing everything. And thus he’s the only way to stop it- or they’ll all be stuck in a never-ending story. The only way to stop it is for Will to face his shadow/the mindflayer (aka the other Will) who is always shown within the STORM CLOUDS . Will needs to create a RAINBOW (out of those storm clouds). Like rainbows that show up AFTER a storm.He’d do this by accepting himself , his tra*ma/mental health relating to his dad, and or his gay identity- then the story will be able to end.Dustin even says “ defeat his RAINBOW of DARKNESS” (and later says a “rainbow is the answer ”(to the story). st book:”The RAINBOW stayed with Terry for a long while, but eventually it faded and in its place: DARKNESS. A pit.”AKA: Will has to face his symbolic darkness and the storm/and than create a rainbow from it- for the story to end...

When Dustin says ‘rainbow of darkness’ he talks about my little pony- where one of their friends became a dragon. in d&d wizards can become dragons &Bastian also summons a dragon with his imagination powers in ‘never ending story’. And Will is associated with dragons: s1he has dragon comic & drawing, s2 Will has dragon poster in his room + watches his friends play dragon game. And again... dungeons & dragons.

Also tw for s.a/parental ab*se (so skip to ‘wizard of oz’ if you prefer ). In the 4th book of wizard of Eathsea (20 years after the original, where ged was the protagonist). The new main protagonist - was r*ped and burned by her father as a child (and in the sequel she became a dragon as a form of empowerment ). which goes with my lonnie theory-sadly.

*wizard of oz:

it’s about a Dorothy creating a mythical world based on people she both likes and dislikes . Dorothy sings in the movie a song about a ‘RAINBOW’ and references ‘DREAMS’ coming true in a mythical land -much like the ‘never ending story’ song (referencing “rainbows”/”dreams” coming to life).

“There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby Somewhere over the RAINBOW, Skies are blue, And the DREAMS that you dare to dream, really do come true...”

We see in s1 Hopper cop-partner calls the lab “emerald city”. Murray in s2 says people “don’t want to look behind the curtain” (to see what’s causing the supernatural -in the film what was literally behind the curtain was a wizard-cough like Will). We also have -lion, tiger, and bear stuffed animals (as a ‘lion, and tigers, and bears-oh my!’ quote )from the film. And David harbor (Hopper) when referencing the s4 rainbow room (quotes the song) and he also quotes a speech from Dorothy-when posting about the cabin the mindflayer destroyed.

2) Rainbow cups (hinting at Lonnie’s return)

We see 2 rainbow cups in the series.

in s2) when Mike & Will are sitting together & saying they’re “crazy together” . This cup next to them says “happy birthday” in rainbow. Later that season- they talk about Will’s birthday-rainbow drawing, Mike&Will meeting & Lonnie leaving. And in s2, we also see in Will’s room a card that says “sorry, I forgot your birthday”(most likely from Lonnie). So both Lonnie & Mike are associated with Will’s bday.

in s3) We see a woman yell “I don’t want her in my house!” (while she sits next to a rainbow cup). reminiscent of Joyce saying to Lonnie “get out of my house”. We also know there are rumors s4 takes place during Will’s birthday & Lonnie’s actor may have been spotted on set. Along with the fact (it’s pretty much confirmed) Mike will be visiting the Byers in s4. However, the woman (next to the rainbow cup) also says “2 visitor only. 2!″

THE 2 VISITORS ARE MIKE &LONNIE (for Will’s b day).

Also, in s3, when El is drinking from cup- she sees a rainbow. And what’s the first word she thinks of? “Papa.”

so rainbow+cup= shitty dads (lonnie & brenner) probably returning

*And of course if that’s the case -Lonnie (the same guy who called Will h*mophobic sl*rs) will not be supportive of Mike & Will’s “friendship”. And will not be nice to Mike (to say the least). Like... imagine Hopper in s3 - but we know he’s not bluffing and the audience won’t have the option to take it as a joke... and yes the s4 movies hint at that...

3) gay symbolism

First we have Mike wheeler. He in s1 has rainbows sheets, rainbow bedroom blinds , and in his basement there’s a heart propelled by a rainbow. This is like how in s3 Mike kisses El and there is a drawing that says "Mike'. And on the drawing is a heart propelled by a rainbow. I already explained how its symbolic of him trying to be straight/fighting his feelings for Will, but wherever he goes a rainbow still follows (even when he tries being romantic with El). He’s trying to hide his “rainbow heart” by dating El- why in s3 (the rainbow-heart in his basement) mysteriously disappeared from his room (but a similar symbol follows Mike even when he kisses El).

Even in s2 when talking about Will (in the AV tech room): Mike is placed in the center of 2 objects : an object with 11 on it & on the right a rainbow apple (this apple is supposed to be an ode to the gay father of computers- but also about the forbidden apple). Hinting at the love triangle of Mike (with El/Will). PLUS, in the ST book ‘worlds turned upsidedown’ they literally show Mike in the AV room- and put the caption “FALLING IN LOVE- with tech” (and placed rainbow flags next to the caption). And of course we have Mike & Will pose next to the rainbow apple- in the AV room.

We also see when Mike and Will says they’re “crazy together” (aka LOVE-as Flo stated) and they’re next to a rainbow cup that says Happy birthday .

And later that season they ref the rainbow ship Will drew for his birthday-which Joyce was "proud" of. And while dancing with a girl (Will according to the script was looking at Mike instead of her) . That girl is wearing a rainbow heart hair pin. This is essentially a parallel to Mike . Will (next to a rainbow heart) is dancing with a girl, but is secretly thinking of Mike. Mike (next to a rainbow heart) is kissing el but secretly thinking of Will (and immediately goes on a movie double date with Will after this). The lyrics of both these scenes indicate they're not happy pretending to be straight. The lyrics for Will are "every smile you fake". And Mike while kissing el is "just a little uncertainty can bring you down" (and during this lyric is when El puts her hands on him-and he removes her hands from him *aka he’s not as confident in the relationship as he pretends to be.

We see in s4 bts that the rainbow heart hair pin (worn by the girl Will dances with) is also worn by nancy while standing next to Robin (who is gay). So being near a ‘rainbow-heart’ is prob a hint a character is gay. Aka robin & Will & Mike.

tumblr user “awhstrangerthings” pointed out the nancy -hair clip detail.

In s1 when troy is calling Will h*mophobic sl*rs (in front of Mike) he wears a rainbow shirt. And max while often critiquing m*leven (in s3) (to Mike) often wears rainbow shirts. I talked about how I thought Troy and max subconsciously remind Mike he isn't straight - so they're associated with the rainbow iconography-post here. Like we see Max with rainbow sheets (like Mike) and than she immediately talks to him on the phone. I mean she could be queer- but I lean to that theory at the moment.

The whole being near rainbows when associating with a queer character makes sense (it’s like a ‘gay-dar”). Similar to Nancy’s hair clip when being near Robin/ that Girl having the same rainbow hair clip when dancing with Will. If we assume this theory than see a pattern with other characters (when speaking about/being near queer coded characters)....

it’s similar to how : When lucas (via subtext) criticizes m*leven- he is also next to a rainbow (in Erica's room). I explained here- why it’s about m*leven.

or when Jonathan says he’s going to hang out with Will (it’s near a rainbow).

This Jonathan moment -Is similar to when Steve ( who has a rainbow bandaid-from the Byers’ house) calls Mike “Nancy” (which is slang for a gay guy)

*another addition: you see in the comments of this post ghostgirlsatin mentioned Dart has a rainbow blanket. But, I noticed a couple of other things.

notice Dustin says "we have to talk- its about my friend ,Will". As Dustin is near rainbow lights and a rainbow bed sheet. Like how

A) rainbows are associated with the supernatural creatures + Will

B) rainbow lights associated with Will

C) rainbows near straight characters when talking about /near queer characters... similar to how Jonathan is near a rainbow when talking about Will

*also can’t tell if that is a ‘rainbow ship’ poster?

We also see Erica has a sunflower & rainbow drawing in her room... at the moment not sure if its just a random easteregg , foreshadowing something supernatural we're not aware of yet? or just for the m*leven diss?

(although given the fact i think some characters were created by Will- and given all the Max &Billy/Will & jonathan parallels ... the rainbow stuff may be a hint Will created them? I mean they even made a Troy comic just to show his dad is a bully.) But, at the moment, i still lean to (some) characters having rainbow iconography because they’re referring to/are near a queer character.

#will byers #byler #mike wheeler #dustin henderson #el hopper #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #steve harrington #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #jim hopper #joyce byers #stranger things #stanger things theory

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reidyoulikeabook · 4 years

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B is for Blindfolds

Summary: The BAU Christmas party is held at the office. Penelope is full of terrible ideas, but somehow Emily’s are worse.

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and drunkenness, use of a blindfold (for a fun game, not anything sexy here), pining, idiots who don’t realise their love is reciprocated as HELL (they will, but not quite yet).

Word count: 3k

A/N: okay so i really had fun writing this one!!! i have a solid solid direction of where this is headed now and i’m EXCITED about it! as always, please let me know what you think :) this is technically Wednesday’s update, and there’ll be another on Friday!

This is the second chapter of the A-Z of Spencer Reid series, but can be read as a stand alone.

The team, yourself included, are more than ready to let off a little steam. There was no point trying to book anywhere in advance, not with the sporadic nature of festive serial killers, so you’d taken over the office. Penelope had, in eager anticipation of your return, decked it out like a winter wonderland.

“Seriously, it looks like someone robbed a grotto,” Emily had joked.

She wasn’t wrong. A seven-foot Christmas tree, God knows how she’d smuggled that into the building, obscured the hallway outside Hotch’s office. It was dripping in tinsel, baubles, you name it. It even had a nutcrucker man. Mistletoe was hung, obviously in a way she believed to be covert, and maybe it would have been if you weren’t all deeply familiar with the antics of Penelope I-Love-The-Holidays Garcia. You’re all careful to sidestep it as you walk in, knowing she’s a stickler for the rules. All equally reluctant to invoke her wrath before a glass of eggnog or two.

On the table, there’s a selection of alcohol laid out. Alongside a bunch of pink glittery cups.

“I got everything!” Penelope chirps.

“I can see that baby girl,” Morgan chimes in, greeting her with a hug.

She really has: there’s juice, fruit, almost every liquor you can think of (including the fancy whiskey that Rossi and Hotch like to get out at dinner), wine of varying colours, and what looks to be some fancy fruit cider. From the spread, and the mischevious twinkle in her eye, you’re sure she won’t be letting you escape unscathed.

At that thought, you can’t help but steal a glance to your right.

Spencer. The man is stood next to you with folded arms, surveying the options in a way that almost looks pensive.

Got to behave myself

I will behave myself

Will he be drinking?

That question is answered when he takes a step towards the table, stepping behind it. He picks up a plastic cup and, playing bartender, asks.

“So, what can I get you?”

***

“Mixology is pretty much the same as any other kind of chemistry,” Spencer explains, gesturing with the hand that’s holding his cup and swilling the liquid, “It’s about balancing the right components to get the combination you want. A lot of the recipes call for more alcohol than is strictly necessary for the flavour they provide. Usually the other elements of the drink are designed to bring out the flavour or mask it, depending on what alcohol you’re using. Almost always you want to mask the taste of vodka, but tequila you try to balance it out.”

Spencer is leant on the desk next to you, rambling, having been allowed to be in charge of making everybody’s drinks over the past couple of hours.

Sipping the concoction he’s made you, you have to admit he’s done a pretty good job.

He clearly agrees, since he’s consumed more than a couple himself. He’s just tipsy enough to push at the boundaries of affection, his shoulder pressing against yours, his happy eyes a little glassy. You listen, hanging on every word he says, watching him lick his lips before he continues speaking again.

“That’s why they serve tequila shots with lime and salt.”

“And here I was thinking they were just making it fun for body shots,” Emily cuts in, making Morgan and Penelope laugh.

You see the look on Penelope’s face and intercept her before she can start, “Don’t even think about it.”

“But!”

“No!” You shake your head, “You really think Hotch is going to go for body shots?”

Hotch laughs dryly, taking a sip of the whiskey he’s been nursing, “That’s one I think I’ll refrain from participating in.”

“Fine,” Penelope pouts, “But everybody’s doing pin the tail on the donkey!”

“Pin the tail on the donkey? What are we, 5 years old?” Emily laughs.

You lean in against Spencer, who has been quietly surveying the last few moments. Your fingers slip slightly beneath his buttoned sleeves, coming to rest on his forearm.

“Balance,” You whisper quietly.

He nods, shifting to allow you to lean more closely into him on the desk.

It’s hard not to get distracted by your proximity to him.

It’s only because you’re drunk.

Maybe. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel good. If you squinted, you might just look like a couple. That’s certainly what it looks like to Dave, who gives you a cursory once over before training his gaze elsewhere. Your heads are almost touching, Spencer is slouching but keeps his neck just stiff enough to avoid resting atop of yours. You’re casually against his body, the two of you strewn across the desk. It looks comfortable, familiar.

It feels comfortable, familiar.

It’s only because you’re drunk.

***

After a singular round of pin the tail on the donkey, during which a blindfolded Emily decided to go rogue and try to pin the tail on the moving-very-quickly-out-of-dodge Hotch, it’s decided the blindfolds will be used for a different purpose.

Trust falls.

Well, not so much trust falls, as you’re each blindfolded and tasked with the challenge of walking across the bullpen without falling.

“We’ll pair up!” Penelope announces, rubbing her hands together with glee, “Hotch you’re with Rossi, Emily you’re with me, Derek you’re with ____, and Spencer you’re with J.J!”

You will away the tinge of disappointment that flares in your chest at not having been paired with Spencer. Although, when you look up at him, you swear you can see a similar feeling sitting behind his eyes.

Probably reading too much into it

“Reid has an unfair advantage,” J.J argues, interrupting your thoughts.

“How do I have an unfair advantage?” Spencer asks.

“Eidetic memory,” She replies.

There are murmers of dissent, then Rossi pipes up.

“If you can’t make it across the bullpen you walk everyday without falling, I think you seriously need to consider whether you should be out in the field with a gun.”

Everybody laughs. They laugh more, though, when Rossi falls on his first attempt, crashing into Hotch. The two decide to resign from the game after that. Hotch plays the health and safety card, but privately you think it’s the double whiskeys that have betrayed him.

“You think you can do it?” You ask Spencer.

He smirks, “I could do it in my sleep.”

You shake your head, “Your legs are too long. You’re like Bambi at the best of times, let alone three mai tais in.”

“Two,” He objects, you quirk a brow and he relents, “Fine, three. And a whiskey Rossi gave me which was awful. I drank it fast and then he told me that one glass I’d had would cost $40. Who would pay $40 to drink that voluntarily?”

“Rossi, Hotch, Emily,” You smile, nudging him with your elbow, “And don’t think you’ve distracted me Spence, I’m still betting you fall.”

“You’re betting?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re that confident in my ability to mess up,” He teases.

“Something like that.”

He grins, “You’ll see.”

He takes the blindfold when it’s his turn, smirking at you as he adjusts it onto his face. It’s with a great degree of annoyance that you watch him clear the bullpen in five easy, and somehow very elegant, steps.

“Go Spence!” J.J cheers, her previous displeasure completely forgotten.

“Pretty boy!” Morgan cheers.

Without taking the blindfold off, Spencer tilts his head to exactly where you’re standing, smirking, “You wanna go next, ____?”

It’s hard not to visibly react to what his cockiness does to you.

You swallow, “Fine. Give it here.”

***

You move your feet confidently one in front of the other. After almost a year of walking the bullpen, you’re pretty certain you can get across it unscathed. You even remember to swing your hip to the right to miss the Santa gnome gone fishing currently hanging off Derek’s desk. In doing so, however, you manage to get yourself all caught up.

With a single step, you feel yourself slipping, arms flailing and managing to catch on to absolutely nothing. You panic.

"Spencer!"

"Spencer?!"

Spencer.

You recognise the feeling of his hands steadying you at your waist. He pulls you against his body, tucking your outstretched arm into him to steady you. You vaguely register Derek’s amused chuckle from behind you.

“I got you,” Spencer says, “Stay still, I’ll take the blindfold off.”

His hands gently slide up your cheeks, lifting it with care to avoid yanking on your hair. He pulls it up and away from your head smoothly.

The lights are dizzyingly bright. You blink rapidly, allowing your eyes to adjust on the face of the slightly concerned, slightly amused looking Spencer hovering above you. His left hand lingering against your cheek. You forget yourself entirely, lost in the intimacy of his touch, barely daring to blink in case it’s gone.

“Mistletoe!” Penelope cackles with glee, breaking your reverie.

“What?” You ask.

Spencer looks up. You follow his gaze, seeing the strategically placed mistletoe. In guiding you to safety, Spencer had walked right into Penelope’s trap.

Oh.

Derek teases something, underscored by a quip from Emily that has them both in hysterics. Neither you or Spencer are really listening.

He’s already so close to you. The pressure of his hand on your cheek starting to make you flush with warmth. His thumb strokes downwards, over your cheekbone. You tilt yourself a little towards him. Trying desperately to act casual, but ultimately failing miserably. His breath fans over your face, smelling faintly of rum and lime.

“Not like this,” He whispers, so quiet that only you can possibly hear him.

He presses a kiss to your cheek instead.

Fuck.

“Very exciting stuff guys,” Emily chirps.

Vaguely, you’re aware of J.J admonishing her, Rossi’s eyes studying you, Derek’s laughter, Penelope’s squeal of delight that someone had finally fallen into her trap.

Your heart thumps in your chest, and you wonder if it’s loud enough for Spencer to hear. From the way he swallows thickly, stepping back with a degree of caution and a look of a deer caught in the headlines, you think it probably was.

Fuck.

What did he mean not like this?

***

After the mistletoe debaccle, the party starts to die down a little. Hotch makes an excuse to leave, shortly followed by Rossi.

You stick around for a little while longer, devoting most of your time to the decidedly tipsy Penelope who’s hanging off Derek’s arm. The mood is nice, actually, a welcome change from the tense atmosphere that often clouds the bullpen, and its occupants wherever in the US they may be.

It’s a little after 1am when you decide to make your exit.

“Do you want to share an Uber?” You ask Spencer, gripping onto his elbow as he walks past.

“Yeah! I was planning on taking the metro but you’ll be safer in an Uber.”

“Are you...sharing it with me?” You ask, feeling a little awkward at having to repeat the request for clarification. The tipsiness you’d initially felt has started to wear off; it leaves both tiredness and an odd shyness in its place.

“Oh no! Of course!” He smiles, grabbing his satchel from where it’s slung over the back of his chair, “We’ll get them to drop you off first, then me.”

***

The wait for the Uber is silent, but not uncomfortable. You loll against Spencer, comfortable in the quiet. The only sounds to be heard of keys as various other agents leave the building. It’s easy to tell which are coming from the grind of the paperwork and which are coming from their own parties. You’d like to attribute it to a years worth of profiling experience but the tinsel around Jerry from White Collar Crimes’ neck is a tad on the nose.

You don’t speak until it arrives, climbing in and closing the door. Clicking your seatbelt into place.

“Sorry about embarassing us before,” You say, purposely being ambiguous.

He squints at you for a moment before opening his mouth, “You mean calling for me when you fell?”

“Yeah,” You say,

“You didn’t embarass me,” He says, quiet, “It was nice actually. Nobody’s ever called for me when they’ve been in trouble before.”

“What do you mean?”

“I uh, I guess I’m not the most athletic. People usually go to Morgan if they need some kind of physical help. It was nice. That you wanted me. Even if you are drunk.”

“I’d have asked for you sober,” You admit.

He squints in response, and you continue, “I trust you Spence. I trust you to always have my back in the field, to protect me. I’d trust you with my life. I mean, of course I’d trust any one of the others, the team wouldn’t work otherwise. But,” You trail off, a little embarassed.

“But it’s different.”

“Yeah. Like you’re the person I’m closest to I guess. In the almost year I’ve been here, we’ve worked together the most. I think I have the best working relationship with you. If ever there was a crisis, I’d want you. Even if the crisis is me tripping on my own shoelaces while blindfolded.”

You both laugh at that. It’d be easy to succumb to a comfortable silence again, let the moment fizzle out.

“I think the same about you,” He says, his voice cracks a little with the sincerity, “Whenever anything goes wrong. You’re the person I want to talk to.”

You move your hand forward to close the gap between you two, taking his hand in yours and squeezing it, “I’m really glad we have each other Spence.”

“Even when I beat you?” The playful glint in his eye is back.

“Even when you beat me.”

“If I remember correctly, and I usually do, you actually owe me for losing the bet.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, you said ‘I’m still betting you fail.’“

You smile, “We never agreed what we were betting.”

“We didn’t.”

"So what do you want as your prize then, Rudolph?”

“Rudolph?” He laughs a little, incredulously.

“Well I called you Bambi before and obviously you’ve proved you’re more talented, I needed to pick a respectably agile deer.”

“Rudolph was known for his nose, not his agility.”

“The song says he guided the sleigh Spence, he couldn’t have done that if he wasn’t agile.”

He shakes his head at you, “He was just in charge of the lights.”

“Did they or did they not get around the world safely?”

“The song never clarifies that.”

“It’d be a little dark for them to kill off Rudolph.”

“Probably why they didn’t include it in the song.”

You huff out a laugh, rolling your eyes, “Well anytime you decide to stop nitpicking my compliments and decide what you want as your prize is fine by me, honestly.”

He smiles, obviously having decided to answer you sincerely. You study him as he, presumably weighs up his options, his teeth momentarily catching his plush lower lip. You swear you see his eyes flicker to your mouth. But then you blink, and he’s studying you thoughtfully.

Just wishful thinking

"Caramel,” He settles on.

"Caramel?”

“Last year I went to this coffee shop and I got their festive caramel coffee. It was amazing. But they only did it that one year, they gave me the recipe for the syrup but...” He trails off, looking embarassed, and when he speaks again his voice is quieter, “I kept burning it. I had a thermometer but I couldn’t get the temperature quite right.”

"You want me to make you caramel syrup for coffee? Mixologist skills don’t extend quite that far?”

He doesn’t say anything, instead pressing his lips together in a thin line. Almost as if he’s worried for your reaction.

You're quick to follow yourself up, “Well I’d be happy to give it a try, but I think I’ll need somebody to taste test it. Make sure I’m getting it right.”

He grins, “I’m probably a better taste taster than maker.”

“Well, we’re off for a few days, assuming we don’t get any cases. You’re at Ethan’s for Christmas, right? When are you back?”

“The 27th. But I’m going to visit my mom over new years, so I’m leaving again on the 30th.”

You nod, “Well, how about the 28th?”

“The 28th sounds good.”

It’s impossibly good (bad) timing that the Uber pulls up outside your building.

“Well I’ll look forward to it,” You say, undoing your seatbelt.

“Me too.”

There’s a silence. Not uncomfortable, but definitely not like the one earlier. Your eyes linger on one another, almost cautious. There’s a buzz in the air, one that can't quite be attributed to alcohol.

Ask him what he meant by not like this

Ask him

“This your place?” The Uber driver asks, clicking his tongue with a degree of impatience.

“Yeah,” You reply, nodding. Reluctantly, you push open the car door, turning your head over your shoulder to look at Spencer as you depart.

His mouth hangs open a little, words seeming to play across his lips. Not making them out of his mouth. The driver clears his throat, and you throw him an apologetic glance. Spencer’s Uber rating will be in the toilet after this.

Good job he takes the Metro.

"Have a good Christmas Spence,” You say, wondering if he can tell. Wondering if he can sense how badly you want to stay, to let this Uber drive you around the backstreets of Virginia. They’re not particularly pretty. But there isn’t much you wouldn’t do just to spend time with him. You’d even allow yourself to promise caramel syrup you know you’ll butcher.

If he knows, the wistful look in his eyes doesn’t betray it.

“Have a good Christmas, _____.”

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jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue · 4 years

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Is there somewhere - BTS royal / bodyguard au Drabble part 4

So after this I was thinking of writing some prequels to the Drabble series before moving ahead with time and the challenges these lovely characters would face ongoing. Same with the CEO drabbles, as always let me know what you think {angst and fluff ahead}

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You hadn’t seen them for a month. You told yourself you were glad, that it didn’t hurt you that they gave up. You asked them to leave, you would stick by that, and this proved you right.

These things happened for a reason, you tell yourself, and while life was still a dense cloud hanging over you, it didn’t rain. Since that night trouble stopped following you, no one approached you in the clubs, the paparazzi stopped following you, you felt safe again, by yourself without any bodyguards.

“I haven’t seen you in so long Y/n,” your childhood friend sat across from you at a little quaint cafe in the town closest to your castle. You would have invited her to your place but the mess increased tenfold, that being said, you think your father must be sending people to clean while you were out. He hadn’t said anything about it, you were grateful he hadn’t, you weren’t ready to have that conversation with the King. He was always too busy for you, so this gesture came as a shock.

“I’ve missed you Y/n,” Sana says taking your hand in hers and squeezing it earnestly. “I’ve been worried about you.”

“You don’t need to worry I’m okay,” you say reassuringly.

“Y/n it’s a cloudy day and you’re wearing sunglasses,” you take by her sarcasm she doesn’t sound convinced.

“I’ve got a headache that’s all,” you bury your head behind the brunch menu, pretending to look over the options as she hums in response. It had been years but she still knew you well, and this was nothing like you were.

“Who hurt my friend?” She asks reading through your behaviour like she read the newspaper articles about it online, hence the impromptu visit from half a world away despite her own busy schedule.

“Doesn’t matter, it’s in the past,” and yet it’s still so present. The wound might be healing but it was leaving a red swollen scar in its place.

She lets the subject drop noticing how your shield goes up.

“Your bodyguard is really hot, if you wanted to invite him in to join us I wouldn’t mind,” she wiggles her eyebrows playfully, trying to lighten the mood but her words have the opposite effect on you.

“My what?” You breathe, you don’t have bodyguards. You turn to face where her eyes are set behind you and sure enough, outside the glass windows trying to look conspicuous is a man in a suit you’d recognise anywhere. You hate how your heart starts to ache as it beats faster, how there’s a hum of electricity starting to burn under your skin.

“Is that not your bodyguard? You used to talk about them so much, that’s....” she squints her eyes at the male, who bows his head in panic realising he’s been caught. “Jin! Right?”

Every time you FaceTimed Sana one of the boys would be with you, not on the screen unless it was Jin or Jimin but professionally standing out of the cameras range staying with you trying not to smile as you gushed about them with her, begging one of them to say hello. Yoongi and Taehyung were the only ones to ever give in. They would say hello shyly before standing at their post, Jin and Jimin on the other hand would sit on the bed or sofa with you. Jimin would make you blush and tease you while talking to Sana, Jin would tell her all your bad habits and complain about you playfully. Namjoon and Hobi never gave in, you were close to breaking Jungkook’s resolve before he left.

“I’ll be right back,” you say to her, rising from your seat to walk to the guilty looking male who’s ears have turned red. He says something in his sleeve and you realise the others must be close by or at least contactable. It all suddenly makes sense, you hadn’t seen them, but that didn’t mean they weren’t there. The house, your father was far too busy to burden himself with your mess, the sudden calm around you where normally there’d be a bustle of cameras and people.

“Princess,” he greets you bashfully, embarrassed for getting caught and complicating things. “Funny seeing you here, I was just waiting for a friend...”

“Liar,” you whisper, but it’s loud enough to shut him up.

“I can explain,” his cheeks are going red like his ears, you don’t know what you feel. There’s an emptiness that presents its self in his presence, like your body is trying to protect itself by going numb, even though your heart is begging you not to.

“I don’t want to hear it right now,” you close your eyes at the wave of sadness that overwhelms you. “I think you need to leave.”

You repeat your words from a month ago and it still cuts through him the same as it did then.

“I can’t...” he shuffles awkwardly from foot to foot.

“Jin you’re not my bodyguard anymore, this is harassment,” your cold eyes pierce through him but he stands strong against your onslaught.

“Actually...” he tries to chuckle but it dies as soon as it leaves his mouth. “Well you see, w-we- no your father... the king,” there’s a pause as he clears his throat and his hesitation irritates you.

“We’ve been reinstated as your bodyguards by order of the King,” a new voice behind you saves the stuttering man in front. You can’t help the fists form at your side as your mouth sets itself in a line. You turn to face Namjoon with a stern expression.

“No.” He knew you’d be stubborn, he knew it was a little underhanded of them, but after that day they couldn’t leave you like this. They would give you space, hope they could redeem themselves slowly, but they also had to keep you safe. They didn’t care you were next in line for the throne, they didn’t care their feelings for you were inappropriate in their line of work, you meant the world to them, you were their friend, and they couldn’t leave you again.

“I’m really sorry Princess, but the decisions been made,” he answers you sincerely. “We won’t get in your way, you won’t know we’re here, bu-”

“I said no,” your lips are tight, eyes enraged as you clench your jaw. He sighs, but he knows it would take time to heal the rift between you and the seven men.

You were right when you thought the rest of them were close behind, Yoongi and Jimin walk into your field of vision behind Namjoon, blazers buttoned, Jimin’s hair jelled back, Yoongi’s hand in his pocket. The sight takes you back and it knocks your confidence a little.

“Well that’s treason Princess,” Yoongi reasons with a small smirk forming on his face. “I guess that would get rid of us for you, being beheaded by the King.”

You shake your head is disbelief, a big sigh leaving your lips as you close your eyes to gather strength.

“I can’t do this right now,” you walk away back to your friend who’s eyes haven’t left the interaction. “I’ll deal with this later.”

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You wonder what happened to their promise to stay out of sight and out of mind the following Saturday.

Maybe you walked through the bad part of town on purpose, maybe you wanted to piss them off or put yourself in danger, maybe you just wanted some control. A man that looks like trouble wolf whistles as you walk in his direction, and you smile like he’s your salvation. You don’t make it another two steps as a hand grabs your arm forcefully. You turn to find an angry Hoseok glaring at the man now cat calling you before turning his glare to you, nostrils flared like a bull about to charge.

You physically have to stop yourself from gulping at his aura, you know if pushed Hobi would cause harm to anyone that disrespected you. His grip on your arm tightens as the man doesn’t stop yelling profanities at you, he’s obviously intoxicated not that it excused his behaviour. Hobi hadn’t spoken a word, you can see him trying to ground himself and his anger, starting to lose his control, trying to regain his cool.

The guilt washes over you at his gaze, your smirk long gone as you struggle to keep eye contact. He hasn’t seen your face soften like this in so long, a glimpse of the old you coming back with concern.

“Hobi I’m sorry,” you whisper. “Let’s just go.”

His eyes are shut and he’s shaking with fury, at the man, at you, at himself.

“Hobi please,” you cup his cheek with your palm, stroking your thumb against his skin, feeling panic rising in yourself. The man is in front of you both now and you feel shame for making such a stupid decision. You press your forehead against his jaw as he stares daggers at the man.

“Your boyfriend giving you problems sexy?” He wears a shit eating grin as he speaks. “You looking for a bit of fun?”

Your touch calms your bodyguard enough to clear the haze of anger that threatens to attack the man where he stands. He releases a big breath before taking your wrist and walking you both away, pace unforgiving.

He still doesn’t say a word as you both get to the car, he pulls open the backseat door aggressively, looking at you expectedly. You don’t argue, you don’t scoff, you don’t walk away. Your eyes are round, looking up at him, begging for forgiveness. How the tables turn.

You get in without complaint, flinching as he slams the door shut. He gets into the drivers seat, putting his seat belt on before staring at you through the rear view mirror, jaw still clenched. You look lost, he hasn’t started the car and he hasn’t stopped staring at you.

“The seatbelt Y/n,” it’s a low growl and you quickly move to lock yours in place at his tone. Your heart is beating so fast you think it’s trying to escape. You don’t blame it, your hands are curled on your knees like a child ready to be scolded and you can’t look ahead as he pulls off.

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You didn’t say a word the whole journey, scared a single sound would set him off. His grip was unrelenting on the wheel, you don’t think he cooled down at all even though he made sure he wasn’t driving recklessly with you in the car.

He doesn’t take you back to the castle, he takes you to their place. They rarely used to be at home when they worked for you, the castle was large enough for them to stay and they had no reason not to. You hesitate to leave the vehicle when Hobi opens the door for you, he’s patient even through his fury. He holds a hand out for you to take like they used to.

You want to ask him what you’re doing here, why he’s brought you, but you decide to take his hand and let him lead you indoors.

“Princess?” It’s odd to see Jungkook in his normal clothes, to see any of them in their casual wear, it looks homely. They all stare between you and Hobi, looking confused as you both walked into the living room.

You were staring at the floor as he explained where you were when he was on duty, the others now looked at you in shock and disappointment. It was hard for you to hear too, like he was talking about someone else, another girl, you wished the ground would swallow you whole.

“Princess this really has to stop,” it’s Jimin that breaks the silence after Hobi’s speech. His usual sweet disposition was wiped away with worry. “I get it, we messed up, but you can’t keep doing this to yourself Y/n.”

You don’t raise your head to meet his words, you stay with your eyes down and feet cemented where you stood. There’s a finger under your chin but you move your head to the side to avoid it bringing your face up.

“We’re really sorry,” Taehyung whispers beside you.

They blamed themselves for everything you had been through since the moment they left, but how could they undo it, how could they make this okay? His words don’t comfort you, they hurt you, they bring up the night they left all over again. But you feel the sincerity in his words, how hoarse it sounds, filled with every desire to turn the clock back. It brings tears to your eyes, it makes you choke on the emotion rising in your throat. You want it to be okay too, but you couldn’t erase the abandonment they left you with.

There’s a hand rubbing your back soothingly as your bottom lip trembles and your shoulders shake trying to keep the sobs down.

“It’s okay,” the hand on your back moves to your hair, and Taehyung rests his lips on your temple as he speaks. “We hurt you Princess, shout at us, let it out, cry, just stop holding it in.”

If you did as he said it would make you vulnerable again, you’d be letting them in and you don’t know if you’re ready for that. But he wasn’t wrong, holding all the pain down without a healthy form of release was making that gaping hole in your chest erode the rest of you away.

“I’m-m s-so a-angry-” you struggle to get your words out, having to take a shallow breathe with each word as they came out in a sob and it physically hurt you to speak. “At all o-of you.”

Tae’s crying too, Jungkook’s behind you but you can hear him sniffle. You lean into the Taehyung, pushing your face into his neck as you close your eyes and break down, he doesn’t hesitate to bring his arms around you when you think you’re about to fall.

“You had each other,” you wail, not caring at how deranged you sounded. “I had no one, you left me when I was injured!” Your head drops to his chest as you bang your fist against Taehyung’s chest finally letting it all out, and he takes it without bracing himself for each hit. “I needed you and you guys broke me.

Who was I supposed to talk to? Do you know how ridiculous it sounds to the people of my world. My bodyguards abandoned me, so fucking what? Get new ones.”

You grip his top that’s stained with your tears, you’re so angry, so heartbroken and the only people that would listen and help where the ones to cause you this pain.

“But you weren’t just my guards, you were my friends and I thought you all felt the same.”

There’s a whisper of “we do” but you ignore it.

They’ve never seen you like this, not when Taeyeon revealed her true colours, not when Sana moved away, you had said goodbye to people before, it was a part of life but nothing compared to when they left you, and you knew why, you just didn’t want to admit to it out loud. You didn’t want their pity, the pathetic Princess who had no friends who fell in love with her knights in shining armour, the people who were employed to ensure your safety. Misplaced feelings because you had no one else, you could hear Namjoon’s lecture already. They had never see you that way, if they had they wouldn’t have left.

If only you knew the thoughts running through the rest of their brains, how could they tell you they were compromised, that they broke your trust by falling for you, that every protocol dictated to them in their training stated they couldn’t keep a charge safe if they had feelings for them, they had to resign. Looking back it was the worst decision they ever made, but at the time it seemed like the most appropriate.

You scoff through your tears, “if you felt the same you would’ve at least come to see me, but you didn’t, you would’ve at least called or texted but you blocked my number, I tried to contact you everyday for the first two weeks and it was like you all didn’t exist anymore.”

There’s a grasp softly pulling you out of Taehyung’s hold and he whines as you’re taken away. Namjoon’s eyes are red, he looks like he’s on the brink of tears himself, but he holds it together.

“We’re so sorry Y/n,” he could never stop saying it, even if he did earn your forgiveness it could never assuage the guilt that weighed on them. “We honestly thought it was the right thing to do, if we kne-”

“On what planet was that ever the right thing to do Joon?” You cut him off, you didn’t want excuses.

“We made a mistake, leaving you was a mistake but we made one before that,” you frown at his words, what mistake? He contemplates his words but there’s no way mince them, no way to make what he’s about to say any easier. He’s not trying to make excuses, he’s not trying to justify his behaviour he just wanted to be honest. “We fell in love with our charge, the biggest offence we could commit, the biggest threat to your safety was us.”

He watches your eyes go wide as tears streamed down your face, he waited for your disgust, your displeasure.

“We are so in love with you Princess, it killed us to leave you but you have to believe me when I say we thought it was for the best.”

You can’t breathe. He wants you to say something, he needs you to say something, anything. You just stare at him in disbelief until you find the words to speak.

“Are you so stupid?” You gasp, gaze flickering to all their faces, theyre holding their breaths. “Are you all so blind that you couldn’t see that I was in love with you too?”

It was Namjoon’s turn to stare at you in disbelief, their jaws dropped.

“How stupid could you be Namjoon! Did you even think for a seco-” your voice is muffled by his chest as he pulls you into him, and he finally lets himself cry. You were right he was so stupid, he always prided himself on his intellect but look at the mess he made. He holds you like he’d never let you go, tight like you’d disappear in his arms.

“I’m so sorry Y/n, I’m so sorry,” he whimpers and it breaks your heart, you’ve never heard the leader sound like this. You sigh deeply in his arms, warmth finally starting to fill the hole.

“It’ll be alright Joonie,” you hug him back and he’s so grateful for you in that moment. “We’ll work through it.”

You have to believe that you will. More arms wrap around you both, tears of relief, tears of hope mixed with apologetic whispers, words of comfort. You feel the warmest you have in months.

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