#previously had tickets are going to get tickets at all this time around when that could have been avoided with a simple venue

[thisselflovecamebacktome]

I know there's probably behind the scenes politics and all that shit involved, but gotta be real, it feels like a weird choice not to have The Weeknd play the MCG in Melbourne given he cut at least 2 Sydney dates from the previously cancelled dates.

[thisisntmyrightera]

Together - CHO HYUN-JU x Fem Reader Part 3

Summary: Reader is scammed and abandoned by her boyfriend, leaving her alone in South Korea to her fate, so in desperate search of a solution to return to her home country she decides to join the squid games to get money, within the game she meets a couple of people who become her friends and could possibly be something more.

Warning: Violence, homophobia mention of attempted rape and sexist language

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The lights had barely gone out when Y/N had fallen asleep using one of her arms as a pillow and even though I was lying on my side, the space she used was still tiny, I could cover her with my arms and make her disappear without any problem.

The strands of her hair fell carefully and perfectly arranged around her head, some on her face where her long eyelashes adorned her cheeks, it was so strange to see and even more difficult to understand.

Previously, before I began with my identity recognition, my appearance attracted too many girls, many of them interested in my position and the economic benefits that this could bring to their lives, but I never felt attracted to them, they were all the same and empty.

But then why did I feel like this now? She could be my little sister, the fragile and sweet girl that I could take care of but my heart didn't feel that way, my stomach turned when she took my hand with fear, taking care that the bond didn't break so she wouldn't get lost from my side, my heart beat a thousand times faster when her eyes narrowed every time she smiled, my head spun every time she told me those words of encouragement making me see that I never made a mistake and that being who I am is no problem, she was the reason now for wanting to get out of this game and it didn't matter if I won the money or not, she was the best thing I had ever won.

Aren't you sleepy?…- she whispered making me jump slightly but I remained silent looking at her - don't pretend you're asleep… I can feel your gaze I'm sorry, I'm not sleepy yet..- I smiled at nothing feeling embarrassed for being discovered You should rest, tomorrow we will need strength to continue playing - her eyes barely opened illuminated with the warm light of the piggy bank - what are you thinking so much about? Thinking? What do you mean? - I looked at her curiously trying to pretend that everything was fine If you can't sleep, it's because your head is busy, what's wrong? - Damn, how did she know me so well? Just 3 days were enough for her to read me like the palm of her hand I was thinking… that… that this would be the last game we could play and then we would vote to withdraw from the competition - I smiled barely arranging a lock of her hair that covered her eyes I see, I was thinking the same thing, I don't want to be here anymore, when I get out I'll look for a job, no matter how bad the pay is, I just want to get out and go home - she sighed tiredly

If you don't mind telling me, now I would like to know why you decided to come to these games, what's your story?

Well… -she sighed deeply biting the inside of her lip a little and with another sigh she looked at me again- a year ago I met a guy online, he fell in love with me and he promised me that we would have a long and happy relationship, we went out for a couple of months just through messages and calls and one day he proposed to come to Korea to meet him and if everything went well I would stay with him to live and we would start a family, so… I quit my job and bought a ticket to come here… I met him and everything was going well but a couple of months later he… took all my money and disappeared, he barely paid the last month's rent and luckily they didn't throw me out but… -her gaze lowered sadly feeling ashamed- it was a stupid thing, I should never have trusted someone I didn't know

Men are disgusting… well.. you.. you understand - she laughed a little wiping her wet eyes - then you need the money for?..

To go back home, buy a plane ticket and go back to my country, I'm not welcome here and people have let me know in many possible ways, I just want to go with my family and start over what I left behind

Oh… - my heart felt like it was breaking into a thousand pieces, a part of me thought that by leaving this game she and I could get to know each other a little more, but she just wanted to run away from here, like I wanted and never hear from anyone else again - then… you'll leave

Yes I think so, but don't worry, once we get out we'll continue being friends and when I have a job I'll pay for all the necessary trips to visit you in Thailand - her eyes narrowed with the smile that formed on her lips, it was so comforting but at the same time so painful to hear that.

I didn't understand why it hurt, I had never felt that feeling of pain and abandonment in that sense, the sense of being in love with her.

Is something wrong? - Her small hand slowly touched my cheek making me focus my attention back on her just shaking my head smiling a little

Everything is fine, it's just that… I will miss my best friend as long as she doesn't come to visit me… - I lied and lied again when I told her I was sleepy and we had to sleep, I spent the night awake, watching her sleep once sleep overcame her again

The next morning, at the sound of the loudspeaker, everyone got up, as if so many hours had passed without even feeling the passage of time.

She barely woke up and jumped out of bed as if she had regained all the energy she had lost in the previous days, put on her shoes and almost ran down to greet Jun-Hee and ask her if she had slept well and if her baby had moved during the night. Y/N had barely found out that 222 was pregnant she kept asking her questions, excitedly showing that she couldn't wait for her turn.

Her authentic happiness made me feel much worse, it made me feel selfish, I wanted her for myself but I couldn't give her anything she wanted, I wouldn't give her the happy life, nor the family she dreamed of, it was a martyrdom and I only thought that I had made the worst decision to be the way I am now.

That is your punishment - the shaman laughed leaning on the bedposts - for following the wrong path that the gods wrote for you, now you will suffer, you love her but you will not have her

I don't know what you are talking about ma'am - I looked at her closing my sweater and arranging my hair with my fingers

Oh no? We are not stupid, we all know what you think when you look at her, how much you want to kiss her and show her that you love her but you don't, because you know that she doesn't like people like you, she only talks to you out of pity and she will never like you - the woman laughed, knowing that she had broken the last thing that was left in a piece inside me, she knew my secret and could use it against me to make me weak at any moment

Shut your mouth you damn bitch, you only know how to say shit, why don't you pray to the gods to give you a new brain uh? Get out of here - Geum-Ja confronted her pushing her away with her hands making the shaman go away laughing while I sat on the steps with my insides destroyed - girl, don't listen to her, that woman attacks where she knows she will truly destroy, don't give her that pleasure

She's right… - I looked at her sadly while she sat next to me brushing my hair with her fingers

Is she right? About we all know you have feelings for that girl? Of course she's right, but she'll never be right in stating what she feels or doesn't feel for you and we won't know until she tells you, maybe she sees you as an older sister or maybe as her best friend… -she smiled at me taking my hand- or maybe, deep inside, where no one knows her secrets, she feels for you the same as you do for her and it doesn't matter if you think you're not enough for her, when you're the right person for someone, all dreams come true

Do you believe in that? - I looked at her again feeling my lungs fill with air once again with her loving motherly smile

Of course, it doesn't matter what you were before or what you are now or if you are both girls, if love is sincere then love can do everything and I know you will fight to save yourself but especially her and I promise you that once we leave you two will go to my house and we will eat the best kimchi you have ever tasted, do you understand? - She laughed patting my back making me smile

''Players, it's time for a new game, please line up and leave in order following the masked soldiers''

Hyun-Ju, let's go - Y/N called me making me look at her quickly while she smiled

Go with her, I'll go with my son - Geum-Ja patted me again standing up as we both went down

Don't leave my side okay? - I looked at her as she nodded smiling and stood in front of me in the line of players

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The instructions had been clear and one thing was clear to me, I should not separate myself from Y/N at any time, she would be my priority in this game and no matter how many players there were, she would be the one who would always be by my side.

The platform spun to that traumatizing childhood song, everyone silently looking at each other

''10'' - The speaker spoke making us freeze

There are 4 of us, we need 6 more - Yong-Sik shouted desperately pulling his hair

Y/N! Here, there are 5 of us - Dae-Ho shouted pulling Y/N's arm making her look at him

There are 4 of us - I pulled her other arm bringing her back to me looking at him annoyed - Run to a room I'll look for one more

No Hyun-Ju I won't leave, let's go together - Y/N looked at me scared shaking her head

Don't worry, run! - I took her hand giving it to Dae-Ho making him pull her while I screamed looking for person 10 taking whoever the first person I saw was pulling her into the room

''10..9..8..7.''.- the speaker spoke making me nervous when I was able to enter the room and close the door almost fainting without oxygen in my lungs and the countdown reached zero we all looked at each other, the shots could be heard leaving us stunned as we caught our breath

Everyone is alive thanks to me! - the shaman shouted looking at us one by one - ah… I see why I'm here, to save your little friend's life - she laughed pointing at me

Don't start you damn crazy - Geum-Ja looked at her annoyed

As soon as the lock was removed and the door opened, everything was a bloodbath, we all walked in fear looking around confused when I felt a warm hand take mine.

You said we wouldn't separate… don't do that again - Y/N looked at me with her wet eyes

I'm sorry..- I smiled barely squeezing her hand walking slowly together so as not to slip with the blood on the floor

Again the song began to play and the platform turned again, this time with fewer players on it

''4'' - the speaker rang as soon as the song stopped making us look at each other

Run! Run now - I squeezed her hand pulling her as Geum-Ja and Yong-Sik followed us into the room and I closed the door leaning my back against it so no one could open it

This is so tiring… it's torture - Yong-Sik sat on the floor with his head in his hands desperate

Are you okay? - I looked at Y/N who was breathing heavily looking at the floor

Yes.. - she barely answered catching her breath

Again the lock opened letting us out, there was more blood and fewer people, the floor was sticky making our steps difficult until we reached the platform, once again the game began, the lights came on and the song played loudly

''3'' - the speaker announced making us look at each other again

What do we do? - Y/N looked at me scared

Come with me, we're doing in pairs and we'll look for someone - I grabbed her hand tightly, running screaming looking for someone, being pushed by Yong-Sik into the room

What are you doing here? Where's your mother? - I looked at him scared as he caught his breath

What?…what are you talking about? - he looked at me adjusting his misplaced glasses

The teams are 3 Yong-Sik, where did you leave your mother? - Y/N looked at him screaming upset

What? I understood 4, damn it - Yong-Sik tried to leave stumbling and throwing his glasses on the floor

This time Y/N let go of my hand and left quickly, grabbing Geum-Ja by the clothes skillfully by the back pulling her into the room with such force making her almost fall when she hit the wall and then she takes the door and closing it, now she was outside

No…Y/N NO, COME IN! - she looked at me through the gap in the door, her bright eyes looked at mine for the last time and then she ran - no, please no - the sound of the lock on the door rang and no matter how hard I pulled on it, it was impossible to open it

'' 10..9..8..7 ''

NO, NOT LIKE THIS, NOT HER - I looked at Geum-Ja pulling on my hair, my knees became weak making me fall on the floor as my tears fell

''6…5…4…3''

PLEASE DON'T KILL HER, DON'T SEPARATE HER FROM ME!..

''2…1…''

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Can you guess what would happen in the next episode? Can you guess who have a crush with Y/N? Let me read you! :3

Thanks for reading, I'll be back soon!

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[sserafics]

MAKE A WISH — henry h. x fem reader

fluff, use of y/n, reader has a bad experience w/ bdays, friends to lovers (?), set in season 4-5, second person pov

(requested!)

the dread you feel when you wake up on your birthday isn’t unfamiliar. every year it’s like this. quiet. lonely. though, it’s not all bad. at least you don’t have people nagging at you to open their presents first.. or at least that’s what you tell yourself.

your birthday has never been something you particularly look forward to; the day has always been filled with empty promises, disappointment, or just being alone in general.

this year, you’ve decided to just stay home, locked in your room all day with a blanket and movies you love to watch on repeat.

you’re curled up on your bed, surrounded by pillows and blankets while you watch a movie you’ve seen a thousand times before.

it was peaceful, almost like today was just a normal day, and not something you should be celebrating with friends and family; until a knock on your window startles you. you frown and pause the movie, getting out of bed and walking to your window. you open the blinds slowly, squinting against the light that filters into the previously dark room.

your brow furrows when you see your best friend, henry hart standing— or sitting on the tree next to your window.

“happy birthday, y/n.” he beams, smiling widely as if he’s not one slip away from falling two stories down. he’s holding a box in his hand, wrapped neatly with colored paper.

you blink. “henry, what are you doing here?” you ask, still frowning as you help him inside.

“i’m here you kidnap you,” he says sarcastically, slipping through your window effortlessly. he hands you the box he was holding, gesturing for you to open it.

you take it, looking at him skeptically before popping the lid open.

“i know you like to spend your birthday alone, but i thought you’d wanna give this a shot.” he gestures to the box, where two tickets to a carnival lay, next to a small pack of your favorite candy. a small smile makes its way to your lips.

you look back up at him, now hesitant as you remember your past birthdays. the disappointment and sadness the day always brought, but there’s a look in his eyes that intrigues you.

“i don’t know..” you murmur, your gaze trailing back to the tickets.

“come on,” he urges you gently, “just give me a few hours. if you hate it, i’ll bring you back, deal?”

you bite your lip, still a bit skeptical.

“i already bought the tickets.” he adds, smiling again at the look on your face after he says that.

you sigh, still debating in your mind if this is worth the trouble, after all, birthdays aren’t really your thing, yet the look on his face makes you second guess yourself.

you nod after a moment. “fine, but just a few hours.”

henry’s grin widens and he takes your hand, leading you out your room. as the two of you leave your house, you can’t help but wonder why he didn’t just knock on the front door. your parents aren’t home anyway, so it’s not like it’d matter.

you don’t have much time to dwell on the thought, the lights and sounds of the carnival ahead breaking you out of your thoughts.

when you arrive, your eyes widen in awe. the colorful lights, the laughter of children, the delicious smell of popcorn and cotton candy— all fills your senses as you two walk in. the atmosphere is a start contrast to the quiet day you had planned on having. you look over at henry and see he’s already looking at you, smiling at your reaction.

“well? what do you think?” he asks, letting go of your hand briefly to fetch the tickets, handing them to the guy in the booth.

“it’s… nice.” you mumble, still looking around at the lively atmosphere.

after the two of you are let in, you approach the game booths. despite your initial reluctance on coming, you start to feel excitement and enthusiasm as he hands the woman at the ring toss booth a few quarters.

you stifle a laugh as henry tries (but fails) to win you a specific panda plush that caught your eye the moment you stepped foot in the carnival.

the two of you have been standing here for about ten minutes, him being determined to win you the plush.

“here, let me try.” you tell him, taking one of the darts from his hands. you turn back towards the booth and throw the dart, hitting the exact balloon he was aiming for, a prideful smile forming on your lips as the man in the booth reaches for the plush and hands it to you.

you look over at henry, who looks shocked. his jaw dropped, almost looking offended at you hitting the balloon so effortlessly.

“i’m supposed to be winning you prizes for your birthday, not the other way around, y/n” he says, sounding exasperated yet joking.

you laugh and reach for his hand, pulling him toward another booth, the panda plush tucked under your arm. “cmon, you can win me that one.” you add, pointing to a stuffed frog at a beanbag toss booth.

when the sun begins to set, a warm glow casting over the carnival from it, henry leads you to the ferris wheel. you hold onto the stuffed animals and the other things he managed to win you tightly as the two of you enter the pod.

you take a seat on one side of the ferris wheel, and you furrow your brows at the box sitting on the other side.

henry grabs the box and places it on his lap, opening the lid to reveal a small cake, that writes ‘happy birthday y/n’ in cursive lettering on top.

“i made this for you.” he smiles, pulling out a small pack of candles and a lighter, lighting them as the ferris wheel begins to slowly move.

he holds the cake near your face, the light of the candles illuminating your face. he smiles wider as he says, “make a wish, y/n”

you close your eyes, a warm feeling in your chest slowly building up as you make your wish. you open your eyes and blow out the candles, smiling softly.

you look at him again, noticing his face closer than your used to. you don’t pull away, though.

he laughs awkwardly before pulling out a plastic fork from the box and cutting a small piece from the cake. “say ‘ah’” he smirks playfully, holding the piece up to your mouth.

you roll your eyes but part your lips, allowing him to feed you. he feeds you a few bites and even purposely smears a bit of frosting onto your nose, making your face scrunch up. he laughs at that and sets the cake down on the seat. you turn to look out the window, taking in the view of swellview below you, the sunset casting a warm glow over the buildings.

“hey, y/n.” his voice rings out, making you turn back to look at him, confused.

“yeah?”

“you’ve got some frosting,” he gestures vaguely to your face, making you frown and try to wipe it away.

“no, no. not there.” he adds, smiling wider and leaning closer. you don’t notice at first. he gently grabs your wrist to stop you from rubbing at your face.

“where is it?-“ you began, thinking he’d get it for you, but your words cut off when he suddenly leaned in and kissed you softly, cupping your cheek.

the kiss was short, almost like it never happened, but the way his hand cups your face assures you that it’s real. your best friend is kissing you.

you pull back after a moment, your cheeks feeling hot as you open your eyes, looking up at him.

“got it.” he comments smugly.

you blink. your wish came true.

later that night, as henry helps you climb back into your window, you can’t help but ask him something that’s been on your mind since earlier.

as you plop into your bedroom, you turn back to the window, where he’s sitting on the tree again.

“hey henry?”

“hm?” he hums, looking back at you, slightly confused.

“schwoz made the cake, didn’t he?”

…

“…yeah.”

(a/n) omf this took me so long to post 😞 thank u to whoever requested this!! it was so cute and fun to write 🫶🏻 also to everyone else who sent me a request i’ll try my best to get them done soon! thank u for ur patience and i hope you guys enjoyed reading!!! :)

[stevesbipanic]

@steddielovemonth Day 24: Love is the only thing we can take with us. 

@thefreakandthehair

Steve looked around his room, it would be the last time he did. He could hear his parents still arguing downstairs. He knew he didn't have a lot of time, soon he'd hear his father's footsteps coming up the stairs.

"You're no son of mine!"

Steve hadn't felt like his son in a long time anyway. When he thought of dads he thought of Hopper at his graduation or Wayne watching the game with him. He'd called Hopper, Dad, when he woke up in the hospital and saw the previously dead police chief at his bedside. No, Steve Harrington hadn't been Richard Harrington's son in a long time.

He knew he didn't have much time, but he'd been planning for this moment, the day they would find out. It was inevitable, small town, nosy neighbours. Steve kept his room impersonal for a reason, it wouldn't last forever. Kneeling quickly he grabbed his box, it was all he would need.

The clothes he actually liked wearing weren't in this closet anymore, the beemer had always been in his name. Nothing else in the house mattered but this box. The last piece of Steve in these four walls.

"Steven?"

He'd asked her to call him Steve all his life, she didn't.

"Can't you see what you're doing to your mother?"

Maria Harrington hadn't been Steve's mother in a long time. Mothers were there for their kids when they woke up from nightmares. Claudia never judged when he woke up screaming on the couch. A true mother looked after their son when he was sick in bed, soup and comfort and love. Joyce brought him soup last winter, when the flu had him stuck in bed, he didn't even call, she just knew.

"I know, I'm leaving now."

"Please, Steven, there are places we can go to fix you," she cried. Mothers don't think their kid's heart needs fixing.

"You were supposed to be a real man!" Richard yelled as he passed him down the stairs. Fathers are proud of their sons growing into protectors and carers.

"This will never be your home again!" Was the last thing Steve heard as he closed his car door and placed the small box on the passenger seat. Parents always have a home waiting for you, even when they think you're wrong.

"Steve?"

Wayne is the first one to spot him as he arrives at the trailer. It's sunday, family dinner at the rotating family table. Tonight was meant to be at the Munsons.

"Steve, honey? You ok?" Joyce is the first one to touch him, worry in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, son." Hopper is the first one to read his teary eyes like a book. They all knew where he'd been.

Claudia gingerly took the box from him, "I'll put this in your room, sweetheart, let Eddie know you're back home."

Steve could hear the kids yelling around the picnic table outside; could smell dinner cooking. Robins laughter piercing though the air and Eddie's boombox playing loudly.

"Baby?"

There he was.

"Hey, Eds, think we'll have to move up that moving date, if it's ok?"

Eddie's features softened from worry to sympathy, "Course, sunshine, although I'm still surprised Joyce and Hop didn't kidnap you months ago.

Later, when he'd given everyone hugs goodbye, some were a bit tighter than others, he sat on the bed with his box.

"You wanna unpack that alone, or want help?"

"You can look, it's not a secret, just special," Steve replied, patting the space next to him. Eddie plopped himself down beside his boyfriend, lifting the lid.

Inside was a mess of bits and pieces. Eddie reached in and took out a stack of photos. Steve at his graduation, a big smile with Hopper's arm around his shoulders, Dustin beaming beside him. Robin putting Steve in a headlock at the quarry last summer, he refuses to say he let her win. Eddie at his first show back, scars on full display. And countless other memories.

There were also little toys from the arcade and pebbles and ticket stubs and letters and a full life story of one Steve Harrington told through the love of his family.

"This was all I went back to get, all I needed. Wasn't expecting them to know about you already, but I knew they'd find out one day. Couldn't let them have this, not after they spent so long trying to take my heart from me."

"I think it's high time we clear some space around here for all this, Stevie, time to let your love be out on full display."

When Steve fell asleep that night, wrapped in the arms of a boy who went to hell from him and staring at the new photos on the wall, he truly felt home.

[starry-hughes]

wrapping presents (jack hughes)

day 12 of star’s ficmas

jack hughes x reader

Jack was pretty insistent on the fact that he didn’t need an assistant. But everyone else thought he did. He was immature, constantly forgetting about meetings, if someone else wasn’t grocery shopping for him, he would be eating leftover meals from the nutrition team every day. He didn’t know what temperature to preheat the oven to for chicken.

Luke didn’t mind your presence. He knew you helped Jack more than anything, plus you kept the pantry stocked with his favorite fruit snacks. Jack appreciated you more than anything. You picked up his drycleaning, made sure he was where he needed to be, and sometimes, you would wait up for him after hard games to help him put icy hot on his shoulder.

You were his life saver.

Jack had wanted to thank you for all your hardwork. You had been his assistant since his rookie year. You stuck by him through injuries and his small hissy fits he would throw when the team was in a bad area of the season. He had thanked you previously, big extravaganza gifts, bonuses for the holiday and offering to buy you plane tickets to go wherever you desired. At the beginning, he didn’t want to admit that he needed someone like you, but now he didn’t know what to do without you. This year, though, he couldn’t think of something to get you, until he saw the present in a bookstore. He wasn’t typically found in bookstores but the gift caught his eye in the window.

You entered his apartment with bags of Christmas gifts and wrapping paper. Jack was sitting on the couch with Luke. “Got all the gifts you needed,” you smiled at the man who was technically your boss. Jack sighed happily, “Oh what would I do without you.”

You grinned, carrying the gifts to his room to wrap. “You’d probably perish.”

Luke waited until the door of Jack’s bedroom closed, signaling that you were in his bedroom, wrapping gifts. You knew Jack’s bedroom well, hell you’d slept in his bed before. It wasn’t on purpose of course, but when the team had all gotten sick and you two were quarantined together, you had really gotten to know him by talking for hours in his bedroom, which resulted in you falling asleep on his bed. “Did you get (Y/N) a gift?”

“Yeah dude of course. I always get her one.”

Jack jumped up from the couch, carrying over a box. It wasn’t wrapped, just a plain white box he was planning to stick a bow on and call it a day. It was a custom, leather bound journal with flowers pressed on the cover. “It made me think of her.”

“So when are you going to tell her you’re in love with her?” Jack hit his brother, a signal for Luke to shut up.

You neatly wrapped all the gifts before packing them in a suitcase for Jack to take to Michigan for the holiday break. You loved your job and did it with a smile on your face. Sure, Jack sometimes drove you crazy but you really liked him. Maybe even loved. You chalked up your feelings to the fact that you spent a majority of your time with him. A proximity crush. You’d never fall for him if you didn’t spend so much time with him.

“Picking up dinner boys, be back soon,” you said as you got your coat on. “Oh actually, just dinner for you and Jacky, I’m going over to Dawson’s,” Luke said. Jack’s eyebrows furrowed together, “I didn’t think you were going there.” The brothers shared a look. Luke was telling him with his eyes that it was time to make a move. “Well I am, you and (Y/N) enjoy dinner together,” Luke gritted.

“Jack, I’ll be back with dinner I guess,” you said confused before leaving. “What the hell dude?” Jack whipped his head toward Luke. “Just tell her you love her! Tonight! Stop beating around the bush!”

You got home with food and Jack wasn’t in the living room. “Jack?” you called out. You heard a muttered “damn it” from his bedroom and you walked to his room. He had tape stuck to his fingers and horrible cut wrapping paper and a plain white box on the floor of his bedroom. “What are you doing? I thought I wrapped all the gifts?”

“This one is special,” Jack huffed out. He was raising the white flag, surrendering to the wrapping paper. You left the paper bag of food on his dresser and joined him on the floor of his bedroom. “You should measure the wrapping paper and make sure it covers the whole box, like this, before cutting,” you explained softly. He pulled himself closer to you, he could hear your heartbeat picking up.

“Then, you should tape one side down to the box, then the other side, and finally the edges you tuck in to make triangles and then fold,” you narrated as he handed you pieces of tape. “Must be a special present if you wanted to wrap it yourself,” you looked at him. His lips were inches away.

“Yeah, something like that,” he mumbled. You could have sworn he was moving in to kiss you before you snapped out of your trance. “Do you want to add a bow to the box?” you cleared your throat and looked back at the neatly wrapped present. “Oh,” Jack was snapped back to reality, “I guess?”

You added the bow before handing it to Jack. “I’m sure she’ll love it.”

Jack’s eyes almost pop out of his head. “How do you know it’s for a girl?”

“Because Jack, I’ve only ever seen you put this much effort into presents or items if it’s for a girl you really like.”

Jack could have laughed, it was so ironic. You were right and you had no idea how right you were.

[aspergerasparagus]

Fudge you, Toxic yaoi be upon thee. Frankie and the Contestant but Frankie is just in it for the money and the kicks. Rabbitroyal??? I don't know the ship name im sorry

Also here if needed.

It had been just over a week since the Contestant had won their season. The show was still rolling in the money with late viewers still pouring in to witness the achievement over and over again. The show hadn’t seen revenue and viewership like this in years and with the announcement of a 58th season the excitement was sure to be even greater! Of course they’d have to get a few new replacements, resulting in a small delay in the airing of said season, but “Frankie” was sure they crowds would be patient. Eagerly awaiting the return of their first ever winner, his Lucky Contestant.

Frankie, as he had had to start referring to himself as, glanced over at the human seated next to him. Of course they were still dressed up in the Frankie costume provided, he wasn’t about to let them out of it lest the police be able to identify them via a hacked camera or accidental broadcast. They were the ticket to the show's renewal and continued profit, something his higher ups had made all too clear. Not that they’d had to force him at all to behave himself around them, to the contrary he was making sure his new cash cow was being well taken care of. Although saying that it seemed his Contestant was less than thrilled with the arrangement.

“You know I can’t just live off cereal right? Humans need other stuff too, especially considering how much crap is in this stuff…” The Contestant, who Frankie had so generously nicknamed “Lucky” (couldn’t have them using their real name, even with the voice filter), was once again grumbling as they shoveled another mouthful of the fruit flakes into their mouth, grimacing slightly. 

“And I have told you previously “Lucky”, Frankie’s Fruit Flakes are nutritious and contain a number of essential minerals, vitamins and a source of iron! And that it is considerably difficult to acquire a steady stream of other food products with… certain parties after us.” He heard Lucky grumble again as he finished off his bowl, the scowl he wore, while hidden behind his mask, was still all too evident. “But I do have some people who are currently working on the issue. You should have some “proper food”, as you so call it, by the end of the week. Hopefully that will keep our little winner happy until the next season is ready~” Tutting, Lucky pulled the mask back over their face and sank into their chair, but did mutter out a small thanks. 

Frankie just gave them one of his trademark grins (not that he could do anything else) and returned to work. He had set up a TV for Lucky in his office so he could keep them entertained, and close by. Of course he had the cameras set up throughout the facility if they ever decided to go and muck about in one of the parkour parks, but he was aware of the blind spots so keeping the Contestant as close to him seemed like the best option. Plus it had been a long time since he had had company that wasn’t just interested in sales figures and pleasing the investors. Lucky was… refreshing, special, different and Frankie found himself becoming more and more possessive of the human as the days progressed.

He was there when the human rose, when they ate, when they practiced in the parks, when they went to sleep… not that Lucky needed to be aware of that last part. It had been some long since he had someone he could just talk to. The other Frankie was just a beast with barely any thoughts and Henry was too terrified of him to speak with him other than work related topics. It would have been enough to bore anyone to tears or worse, at least Frankie had had his show to keep him busy. But now he had something else to occupy himself with.

The rabbit must have been staring as Lucky glanced over their shoulder to meet his gaze. The furrowed brow just visible behind the mask. 

“You’re staring at me again…” Their voice held steady but Frankie could pick up on the small twinge of concern hidden under it.

“Am I? Sorry about that, Lucky! I’m just lost in thought about the next season is all. We’ve got to make it even bigger and better than last if we’re to keep up this momentum!” He saw the human’s shoulder sag slightly as they relaxed.

“That’s what you always say, but… No, never mind.” They trailed off, obviously deciding that whatever they intended to confront Frankie with was probably best left unsaid. Interesting.

Unfurling himself from behind his desk, Frankie slinked his way over to Lucky, who maintained his ground, glowering up at the rabbit as he came to a stop in front of them. 

“”But.” It seemed you had something else you wanted to add there Lucky. Care to share it with me? After all, we are business partners now, if you have something on your mind, you know you can share it with me, after all I need my prize contestant happy and content.” While he was laying it on thick, the voice change hadn’t gone unnoticed by Lucky who tensed, ready to run if the need arose. This only caused the rabbit to let out a soft chuckle. “Don’t look at me like that, you know I’d never hurt my money maker. Not until next season anyway~”  

“Bastard.” Lucky barely had time to spit the words out before a gloved hand slammed into their chest, knocking the wind out of them and shoving them off the chair. Pinned, they swore again and tried to desperately wrench the hand off them, but quickly fell still as Frankie crouched down over them. The rabbit couldn’t stop the chuckle that slipped out. 

“My Lucky Contestant, perhaps you are right. Maybe there is more to all this, but could you blame me. Right now, you are the most important thing to this show and in turn me. You are my everything right now.” Frankie practically purred out the last part as Lucky shuddered under them, a fear response or something else. Frankie couldn’t care, this was truly a thrilling feeling and one he was getting more and more greedy for.

Leaning down further, so that he was mere inches from their mask, Frankie could feel the Contestants’ panicked breaths against his face as they struggled to keep their composure. 

“My “Lucky”. You really are… different. Like I said before, I like that, I like you. Maybe I’ll let you win the next season just so I can keep you around for longer. Wouldn’t that be fun, and even more profitable~” Unable to take much more, Lucky kicked his legs up, dislodging the rabbit just enough so they could roll out of the way and free of his grip. Locking eyes once more, Frankie could see the look of fear and disgust in their eyes before they bolted from the room. Of course he could chase them, easily catch them and drag them back kicking and screaming. But they’d both had their fun for today so best to let his little contestant recover. Dusting himself off Frankie, glanced towards the screens, watching as Lucky raced through the halls, turning to check behind him now and then until he bolted into the temporary room Frankie had set up from them, slamming the door closed behind them.

“Until tomorrow Lucky. Sleep well my golden goose and I hope we can play again~”

[noosayog]

[parking ticket] ft. sawamura daichi 

wc: 1k

contents/warnings: fem! reader, reader is referred to as ma’am, timeskip characters. for the sake of story, let’s pretend the Miyagi prefecture parking rules go by the same ones in the States but Daichi is not an American cop because acab till I die!! 

A flash of light catches your attention when you look up from your phone from inside your car. By meter for the spot you’re currently parked in, is a cop who is tapping away at his little device, looking between his device, your car, and the meter that is currently flashing red. 

“Wait!” you say frantically, exiting your car. 

The cop looks up. When you meet his eyes previously hidden by his cap, they linger a bit on you before he levels you with an unimpressed look. 

“I just got here! I was planning on paying.” 

“Ma’am, I saw you pull into this spot before I circled around the block. And now, it’s still not paid.” 

You cringe. When you had pulled into the spot, 10 minutes early for your scheduled manicure appointment, you figured you could just kill time in the car. You were scrolling through your instagram feed, looking for nail inspo when you noticed the cop. 

“I was in an important call!” you fib. 

The cop puts his device down, and props his hands on his hips. You inappropriately take note of his broad shoulders and square jawline. His unimpressed gaze remains as he tightens his jaw. 

“You could have just paid the meter then went on with your call.” 

“It really was important! So important that I needed to get on the call the second I parked.” 

He picks up his device and continues tapping, eyes now darting down to your license plate. 

“Please, please! I swear, I plan on paying! It was just a couple of minutes,” you beg. 

Tap, tap. The device spits out a little piece of paper and he rips it from the jagged teeth of the mini printer. 

“Fine!” you say, storming over to where he’s standing. You quickly insert some coins into the meter, jabbing them in with your thumb for good measure. “I was on a call with the hospital because I just found out my grandma has stage four metastatic breast cancer, so if that warrants a ticket, then leave it on my dash, asshole!” 

With that, you walk swiftly away, both frustrated and impressed with your own quick thinking. 

You’re pleased to find that after your manicure, there is no ticket on your dash. 

You squash down the slight guilt you feel when you instead see a little note with a simple “sorry about your Grandmother” scribbled on. 

– 

It’s a couple weeks later when you revisit the nail salon for some regular upkeep. You pull into a spot and quickly exit your vehicle to feed the meter. You didn’t want to take your chances in this same area, knowing there’s potential for a certain cop to be patrolling. You’re waiting at an intersection when a tap on your shoulder gets your attention. 

Turning around, you find yourself not surprised to come face to face with the same handsome cop as the other day. 

“Hey, nice to see you again,” he says. 

“Oh, hi. Yes,” you nod pleasantly. 

He takes off his police cap and tucks it neatly between his arms and torso. Even with his face half covered, you knew he would be nice to look at, but with his cap off, you get a full view of his gentle brown eyes and cropped black hair. 

“How’s your grandma? I’m sorry I was being such a hardass that day.” He rubs sheepishly at the back of his neck with his free hand. 

“Oh,” you smile a bit. “She’s fine. I lied so you wouldn’t give me a ticket,” you say breezily. 

The light at the intersection turns green. 

“See ya around!” you wave and start walking. 

You get a couple of feet before the officer falls into step with you. 

“Hold on a sec. Are you saying your grandmother doesn’t actually have cancer?”

“Nope.” 

“First of all, you shouldn’t go around lying about stuff like that, what if you speak it into existence?” 

You shrug, “both my grandmothers are already dead, so…” 

“Oh…” he says awkwardly. “Sorry to hear that.” 

You laugh again at his shifty eyes. 

“What’s the second thing?” you ask. 

“Hm?”

The two of you continue your leisurely stroll, side-by-side. You’ve already passed your salon, but you figure another lap wouldn’t hurt. 

“You said ‘first of all.’ What’s second?” 

“Ah,” he nods, sticking his hands in his pocket, relaxing his gait. “Second of all, why would you tell me you lied? I still have your license plate.” 

“Well,” you pretend to ponder, a mischievous smile growing. “Are you going to give me a ticket, officer?” 

He smiles too. “Depends. You might have to pay me back in some other ways.” 

“That sounds oddly inappropriate given your position in law enforcement,” you joke. 

“How about a date?” 

You startle a bit, not expecting a straight shot from someone who seems very, well, reserved. 

“You don’t even know my name,” you qualify. 

“I do. I looked up your registration.” 

You stop to face him, mentally noting the number on his badge. There, if he was creepy or weird, you could report him or something. 

“I'm free tomorrow night?” 

“Perfect, pick you up at 7?”

“You don’t even-” 

“I know where you live. Registration, remember?” 

“This feels like a misuse of government resources.” 

He leans in a bit, close enough for you to feel his minty breath on your cheeks. “May I?” he whispers.

Dazzled, you nod. 

He gives you the lightest kiss on your cheek, before taking one large, respectable step away. “My name is Sawamura Daichi. I promise I won’t do anything weird with your information unless you deserve another parking ticket in the future.” 

“Hey!” 

“I’ll see you tomorrow night, then,” he says, fixing his cap back on his head and giving you a cute little salute before walking back the direction he came from.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for purposely violating boundaries that weren't communicated in order to test a friend?

My friend (32F) has this habit of bottling things up until she can't take it anymore, then blows up. It's a complete disaster. Anyway, I (27F) didn't know that until it happened. We had been friends for half a year, and she blew up at me for, idk 🤷‍♀️ to this day, I have no idea what she was mad about because she spoke very vaguely about what bothered her because she didn't even remember it, from the bits I comprehended, I assumed she was upset about my sense of humor, and wrote a whole AITA about that because she didn't previously mind my jokes at all and engaged with them. The final verdict was ESH, but does it matter if it turned out she's mad about something else?

Anyway, we made up but we set boundaries between us. One of her boundaries was not to joke like that in front of coworkers, but she said it was okay to do it in private. And I made her promise that she stops bottling things up and tell me immediately when somethings bothers her, because in many cases, turned out most of the things that upset her were misunderstandings. And in case it's not a misunderstanding, I need her to let me know so I can stop these behaviors.

Anyway, I knew some certain jokes bothered her, so I didn't make them again even if it was just the two of us, despite her supposedly being okay with it. Instead, I changed my sense of humor completely. I made sure not to use insults as a joke. Thing like, "you're going to drink milk, aren't you?" "If you bring milk to my counter I won't bill it" because she's lactose intolerant and keeps drinking milk and regretting it later. And things like "wear your seatbelt because if I get a ticket for it you're the one who's gonna pay it" (we carpool in my car)

However, since it was a misunderstanding and that the jokes themselves aren't exactly what upset her, I ended up making her mad again simply by interacting with her normally. She broke her promise by not communicating with me, however, this time I was very attentive of her reactions and body language that I started seeing patterns. I knew exactly how she laughs things off and starts joking around when she's in fact, angry. and I made a mental note of the things that made her react that way. They were things like, telling her I care about her, reminding her of things she forgot (without joking about how forgetful she is), asking her questions to understand her more as a person and attempt small talk, mundane things like that that I assume she took the wrong way. This continued on for 2 months.

Personally if she wanted me to stop, I will, even if I find nothing wrong with it, but I continued on purpose because I wanted her to communicate like she promised she would.I could theoretically be the one to communicate, but I refrained this time since I was already questioning if this friendship was worth it. It's tiring being the only one to communicate all the time, so I tested her by violating those "boundaries" to see if she was going to say something. Her last straw was when I told her I care about her health and she need to rest instead of waiting for me to finish my work by standing behind me, which bothered her, even though she complains about back pain after a long shift. To make things clear, she wasn't even standing behind me to talk with me or anything, she just did it for no reason when she was supposed to wait for me by the exit which has seats she could rest on. Apparently she insisted she was just waiting for me, which had me confused since she never did that before, and I asked her "why?" and she blew up at me for making her "sit alone" when she wanted to "talk with the girls" even though she never said that. She said she was just waiting for me? She could've explained and I would understand instead of lying and blaming me for not understanding what she wanted to do.

She ended up blowing up at me again because she "told me to stop these sort of things" even though she literally didn't and I was waiting for her to explain why she doesn't accept these behaviors, she was angry to the point of not wearing her seat belt 10 minutes prior getting home and opening the door before the car stopped to get out. Lucky for us it was nearly 2 AM and the street was empty, otherwise she would've caused a serious accident. The area she lives in is very dangerous to drive in and she admits that.

She never spoke to me again and I thought good riddance.

(Additional information: this friend is too attached to me, despite what this post might indicate. She's more interested in making this friendship work than I am, but isn't taking the initiative to communicate and expects me to magically read her mind. She avoid communication like the plague and blames me when things aren't working between us. That's why I made her promise to communicate with me in the first place, she could have refused but she didn't because i would end the friendship otherwise.)

TDLR: My friend promised to let me know if certain behaviors bothered her, but she didn't keep her promise. I picked up on what behaviors bother her becauseI learned how she pretends something doesn't bother her. But because I wanted her communicate, I didn't stop in order to test her but instead she ended up endagering our lives in her anger. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[purpleyoonn]

baby (you complete us) 5

C H A P T E R   F I V E 

Summary: Soulmates were a common occurrence, so common, in fact, that the world sought an easier way to find your other half: A bracelet that would scan your mark and match you with those who shared your mark. Within recent years, soul groups were becoming normal, and your own bracelet said you have seven matches.

Or where you wear your bracelet for ten years, and finally give up the hope you would find your soul group, only for BTS to put theirs on and see what they were missing.

Genre: soulmate au, idol au, angst, fluff, eventual smut,

Pairing: Idol BTS x Disabled MC

Warnings: angst, mentions of depression, disabled mc (Ehlers Danlos syndrome), eventual smut, fluff, lots of fluff, mentions of disability, simp bangtan

Chapter Warnings: not much, anxious feelings, insecurities, joint dislocation, talk of kink, yoongi being a tease, 

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Previously on baby (you complete us):

“I guess I should thank you for the box then, Yoongi?” You lean forward, causing the male to blush a little. He just nods shyly and says you’re welcome with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Well, thank you a lot, Yoongi. I appreciate the package and will make sure to wear this to the airport.” You smile, your small cheek dimples poking through as you do making Namjoon smile back. You move the items back in the box as the others shout protests. Claims of cheating thrown around, all of them wanting you to wear something they picked out to the airport.

“Maybe next time, you guys!” You try to ease the play fighting, thoroughly amused by the proud smirk on Yoongi’s lips.

It was about 4:30 in the morning and you were just getting to the airport, your brother having offered to drive you.

Actually, he showed up yesterday, unannounced, with food. Your sister had told him about your soul situation before you even had the chance. He demanded to go with you, but when you told him that the boys were paying for your ticket, he conceded as long as you made sure to call him and face time him so he could ‘talk’ to the boys.

He helped you pack, making sure all of your clothes fit into the two suitcases, and even took the time to put together all of your toiletries, or well, tried to before you stopped him. You didn’t need your older brother helping you put your private things together. After that, he stayed the night and bought dinner for you, even going as far as inviting your dad over.

That was a surprise.

You had to reassure your dad and brother that you were okay and not being forced to go. They were fully aware of your ten years of waiting, and of your feelings about the entire thing. They had to console you every year when it got to the anniversary of you receiving your bracelet.

“I don’t know about this, honey. Why now?” Your dad brought up good questions, but you reassured him that they were idols and their lives were extremely busy. He didn’t care though, not when he witnessed your tears.

And then, when he did get over that part, he asked you for their number so he could talk with them. You refused in embarrassment, knowing exactly what your dad wanted to talk about. You knew it wouldn’t really have much to do with talking and more to do with slight threatening and choice words. Daniel just laughed about the entire thing.

You were wearing the sweatshirt Yoongi had sent you along with a pair of comfy leggings and compression socks, wanting to be entirely comfortable for your almost sixteen-hour flight. You had one stop in Japan for an hour where you would definitely need to stretch and maybe get a coffee or something. You had your carry on duffle bag filled with your flight necessities, including the headphones, beanie, and kitty eye-mask Yoongi also sent. You even included the coloring book and markers.

You had your passport, both of them, in your sweatshirt pocket, not wanting them in your bag. The duffel bag almost reminded you of a large purse, oddly resembling Taehyung’s artist made collection bag but with the normal duffle bag material. It was nice and the size was perfect so you didn’t have to put it in the overhead shelves and you could just put in under the seat.

“Take your shoes off and place them in the bin.” You hear the TSA agent yell over the crowd.

Taking out your phone, you look over the ticket that Yoongi had transferred over. Yor flight left at 5:45 am, giving you enough time to get through TSA and check in, according to your dad at least.

You stand in line for a couple seconds, waiting for your chance at check in. You had your cane with you, resting on your arm as it hung so you could move with all of your luggage. When you get to the front, you put your things in front of you and place your cane on the floor.

“Hello, I am a little confused with the ticket my soulmate sent me. It doesn’t have a gate number on it.” You say to the woman who asks to see your ticket. When you show her the ticket on your phone, her eyes widen a little, before she calls someone over.

“I’m sorry ma’am. You have a private flight which means you need to be on the other side of the airport. I will have someone escort you over there.” Your eyes widen at the information as you stare back down at your phone.

“Oh, well thank you ma’am. I appreciate your help.” You smile at the woman before moving off to the side, struggling a little with your bigger suitcase. Not even a second later a large man wearing a security badge walked up to you.

“Are you Ms. L/n?” You nod your head slowly, a little unsure of how he knew your name.

“I am John. I was assigned to be your personal escort and guard for the time you are within the airport. Are these your bags?” You don’t get the chance to nod before he takes the handles of your suitcases, leaving you to have your duffle bag and cane.

It takes roughly ten minutes to walk to where you check in for the flight Yoongi booked for you. When you get there, the man behind the desk just asks for your name. You give it to him and watch as his eyebrows raise slightly before the computer beeps at him.

“Okay, these are your luggage tags, and this is your boarding pass. Our private lounge is off to that side where you can wait.” The man, named Michael from his nametag, hands you the papers which John moves in to grab before you can. He attaches your luggage tags to your suitcases and then nods his head before ushering you into the lounge.

It was a large room, fitted with an abundance of comfy looking couches and chairs, at least three vending machines, and a small bar.

“Alright Ms. L/n, you can wait here until the flight is to board. No one else has been given access to the room under Mr. Kim’s orders.” You wonder which ‘Mr. Kim’ he is referencing.

“Uhm, I was wanting to go and look for some coffee and breakfast, maybe. And wanted to get a couple of snacks for the flight.” You tell John, wondering if you were even allowed to leave the room now.

“Of course, Ms. L/n. I can escort you to your shopping. You can leave your luggage in here.” You follow along with his words, hoping he was telling the truth that no one else was allowed in the room.

He walks a little in front of you and to the side. You opted to keep your duffle bag on your person as you had your wallet in the front pocket. You also wanted to put your snacks in the duffle so you didn’t lose them.

John follows your lead, making sure no one comes near you which has people looking your way, trying to figure out who you were. It was a little weird and made you a little anxious. Nonetheless, you found a little store that sold snacks and you even managed to find a nice-looking packaged sandwich and a small container of cut up apples, cantaloupe, grapes and banana that looked fresh. You also got a bottle of water and some juice. And a bag of cheez-its.

After that, you decided on trying to find a place to get some coffee, putting your things into your duffle. You only now realized you didn’t go through any kind of security.

“Do I need to go through security?” You turn to John as you walk out to the little shop.

“No ma’am.” Oh, well that seems weird to you.

“Uhm, well is there anywhere I can get a coffee before we head back to the lounge?” John nods before walking forward and to the left. You follow him and watch as he leads you to a Starbucks. You thank him before getting in line and ordering your normal coffee order and getting a breakfast sandwich and a chocolate chunk cookie.

With your drink and treats in hand, you make your way back to the lounge. You make yourself comfy in one of the couches by a table where you set your things down and move to organize your duffle bag so your snacks didn’t get squished.

Hearing your ringtone go off, you pick your phone up to see Namjoon calling.

“Hello?” You answer only for a chorus of greetings back.

“Good morning, baby. Did you make it okay?” Namjoon is the first to speak.

“Good uh, morning? And I am in the lounge now. I picked up some coffee and breakfast along with a couple of snacks for the flight. Uhm, can I ask why I was given an escort and a private lounge completely to myself? Or what even a private flight is?” You ask as you move your computer to the front side of your duffle, planning on watching some movies during the flight.

“Your safety is our number one concern. If we can’t be there, or have any of our security with you, then this is the next best thing.” Namjoon answers, a small hum to his words as if trying to soothe your worries.

“Why would I need your security though? Did you guys make an announcement about everything without talking to me?” You ask, putting your full attention on the voices coming from the speaker.

“No, baby. We would never. This is more….” Namjoon pauses, trying to come up with the best answer for you, only for Jimin to finish. “For our worry.”

“Yeah, Jimin. This is more to ease our own concerns and worries.” Namjoon thanks his younger mate for his quick thinking. You nod your head before realizing they cant see you.

“Oh, okay. Well, there isn’t anything to worry about. John is a good security person. I’m also currently by myself in the lounge while he waits outside. He said not even he could be in here with me.”

“Okay. We are glad. Oh. Huh?” Namjoon turns to Yoongi who is reaching for the phone.

“Are you wearing my outfit?” Yoongi asks you once he gets the phone causing the others to laugh. Yoongi’s possessive nature coming out as he hears you.

You laugh a little. “Yes, Yoongi. I am wearing the sweatshirt you sent me. It is really soft and comfy. I have the beanie and mask in my duffle bag carry-on that Hoseok sent me. I also have the rest of the things you all sent me in my carry-on.” You reassure him, but also everyone else. You didn’t have a favorite before; you wouldn’t have one now.

“Good girl.” You were thankful you were the only one in this room right now, because you almost screamed. Your entire face was hot and you were now hiding your head in your hands.

“I’m uh, going to go and eat my breakfast now. I will text you all before I get on the plane.” You say goodbye before anyone else can say anything to make you actually scream next.

Yoongi winces, his smirk never leaving his face as Jin smacks him across the chest.

“You can’t just say things like that!” Jin yells, a little upset for how quickly you hung up on them.

“Well, at least now we know she feels like we do.” Jungkook speaks up, shrugging his shoulders.

“What are you talking about?” Hoseok asks, everyone looking toward the youngest.

“She got flustered, didn’t you hear her moan a little.” Everyone freezes as they try to think back.

“So, our baby has a bit of a praise kink…that’s good to know.” Jin muses, smiling at the others at all the new possibilities.

-*-*-

You had just touched down in Tokyo, Japan and were waiting for the stewardess to let you know that you could get off the plane for your layover. You were told your luggage would stay on board, in the compartment up front they had placed it in when John had carried it on board. You hadn’t been able to get up yet but you already knew your joints were not going to be happy with you.

You could almost sense that you were going to have issues with your left hip especially. You had some issues getting comfortable with the angle of the seat at first, then after the nice stewardess showed you how to adjust the seat, you were able to get it into a nice and comfortable recline. But your body was not used to being in one position for so long.

You knew you could move during the flight, but you were terrified that the second you moved, the plane would crash and you would be the only one not strapped to your seat for safety. It was irrational and you knew it, but you were terrified of flying, which is why you were anxious about snacks and needing to make sure you had everything in your duffel bag while in the lounge.

“You can unbuckle now miss. We will be leaving in an hour so make sure to be back her by then, okay.” The nice stewardess who helped you before, Emilia, had come up and stood in front of your seat.

You unbuckled the seat, thanking her profusely before grabbing your duffle bag and moving to throw all your trash away. However, once you stood up, you almost immediately fell back into the seat.

“Oh my, Ms.! Are you okay?” Emilia rushed forward, moving to help you but you had to tell her to move back. Your hip was at an awkward angle and you knew that it had popped out.

“Ugh. This was not what I wanted.” You groan out as you try to apply pressure to your hip, gauging just how far it shifted out.

It took you several minutes to pop it back in and ask for Emilia to get you your cane. She handed it to you with a look of disbelief. Like she couldn’t believe you just did that by yourself. Once she saw how uncomfortable you were though, she realized she was staring.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Are you sure you are okay?” Emilia asks as you put some of your weight on your cane to get up. You just nod at her, trying to take deep breaths. You needed to go to the bathroom and refused to have someone help you sit on the toilet. Plus, this was your first time having this happen, and you knew you could do it.

“I’m okay, Emilia, I promise. I just need to walk a little and help my hip adjust.” You reassure her, despite the deep breaths you were taking as you walked. After a couple of steps you could feel the numbness setting in, making it a little easier to walk.

Once you made it to the bathroom, you decided you would have to explore the Tokyo airport at a different time. It was around one pm in Tokyo if the clock on the plane was correct. The time difference was definitely going to mess with you, that’s for sure.

You slowly made it back to your seat to see a little ice bag on the tray. You smile at the thought, knowing Emilia must have brought it over. You place one of the small pillows that came on the plane to the edge of the left side of your seat so you could prop the ice there before you sat down. You had to make sure the ice was where you needed it to be or it would do nothing but make you cold.

Once you got relaxed back into the reclined seat, your phone started ringing. You didn’t even look at the caller id before answering.

“He—”

“Baby! Are you alright? The stewardess called and told us what happened!” Namjoon’s voice called out, cutting you off. You couldn’t even get another word in before another voice started talking.

“The attendant says you should be here around three! We will be waiting for you! Jungkookie will carry you out.” Yoongi’s tone was frantic, almost making you wonder if this was how they were always going to handle your disability.

“Why can’t we be there for her! She is injured and our soulmate Joon! I don’t care what Sejin says! Jungkook, be ready to go in an hour.” Yoongi switches from English to Korean quicky, making you wonder if he remembered he was on the phone with you.

Jungkook is about to leave the room to go and put some pants on when Namjoon grabs his arm.

“No one is leaving to go anywhere. Yoongi-ah, we talked about this. We don’t want to overwhelm her. You know how insecure she is about this. How could she not be after all of those years thinking we didn’t want her. I know you want nothing more than to have her in your arms, safe and sound. It’s what we all want. But we cannot push her into this.” Namjoon’s words have them all pausing, Yoongi even sinking back down into the couch and handing the phone back to Namjoon, grumbling about ‘stupid thighs’.

“Sorry about that, baby. We are all just worried about you. We have a driver scheduled to pick you up from the airport and bring you to a hotel. We booked you there for a week. We wanted to give you time and knew you would probably be more comfortable there than in the dorms with us.” You were kind of shocked, expecting them to want you to stay with them. You knew from their actions that they probably wanted you to accept the bond, and it was just you being skeptical, but could anyone blame you?

“Thank you, Namjoon. You are right. I don’t think I would be too comfortable staying with you all so quickly.” You were shy admitting that, the boys could tell. It had Yoongi scooting down further in his seat. Jin practically pouting at the thought of you not wanting to stay with them, but he knew you needed time.

By the time it was time to hang up, Emilia had come back over and told you that you were going to be leaving in a couple of minutes.

“Well, I have to get going. I should be in Korea within an hour maybe? I’m not too sure.” You tell them, truly thankful for them, and glad they didn’t mention your hip again.

“Okay. Well please let us know when you touch down and when you get to the hotel.” With that, you say your goodbyes and you buckle back up into your seat.

Next Chapter 

[celestialcrowley]

My mom and I were finally able to watch the final episode of Good Omens season 2.

Before we dive in, my mom is very — how do I say this — anti on certain things. My friend said it perfectly. He said she gave him the homophobic put the fear of God type vibes when he first met her.

I don’t believe anything will ever fully change her opinions or views of us. I’ve not even referred to myself as aromantic / asexual in her presence, and I doubt I ever will. I simply tell her I’m done dating. It’s clearly not in my future, and, after trying it a couple of times, it just isn’t something I’m interested in.

I hope that one day she will open her eyes and realize that it’s all fine. Whatever we are. It’s okay.

My mom enjoyed season one. When I asked her what she thought of Aziraphale and Crowley, here’s what she said. Not her exact words but close enough to what I can remember.

“Aziraphale seems like he’s afraid of getting into trouble with Heaven, but not enough to keep him from going against God’s orders.”

Just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing.

“Crowley isn’t as evil as he paints himself to be.”

Just a little bit a good person.

The only thing, as far as I’m aware, that didn’t quite sit right with my mom is that God is a She.

Wibbly wobbly timey wimey…

I was terrified for her to watch the second season because of Maggie and Nina and That Big Damn Kiss. She’s told me some less than desirable things previously. Here are a handful of them.

“I won’t watch shows that have gay couples in them.”

“I will watch them, but I’ll just turn my head away when they kiss.”

About my friend who is a lesbian —

“Your friend just says that, but she doesn’t actually know what she is.”

Okay, mom. You go ahead and keep telling yourself that.

I am certain, despite my fear, that I wanted her to watch Good Omens so badly because I thought maybe it would be the golden ticket. It’s uniquely different.

We have been gifted with Anthony J’I’m Not Actually Either Crowley and Mister AZ Smitten I Believe Fell, The Almighty God She, Nina I’m Not Your Type and Maggie You Have No Idea.

I was expecting my mom to frown upon Maggie and Nina’s story in season two, but she didn’t. She actually didn’t even have anything negative to say.

Y’all should have seen me when That Big Damn Kiss was coming up. I was fidgeting probably as bad as Aziraphale was when he was gathering up the courage to ask Crowley to dance with him.

I don’t think I’ve ever fidgeted that much in my life.

And then it happened.

That Big Damn Kiss

And she watched all of it. She didn’t look away. She didn’t make a face. She didn’t say anything negative.

I don’t necessarily think her views have changed because she laughed at something my uncle told her about a former coworker of his. This coworker used to go by Craig, but he later came out as trans and asked to be called Cindy. My uncle said, “The best we can do is Crindy.”

Most of my family are homophobic, and I don’t care for it.

I don’t know if it’s the way Neil Gaiman has written Good Omens, but I was surprised that she watched the entire show, had nothing negative to say and even added that she needs to watch all of both seasons again to better understand it.

That’s something, I suppose.

Maybe she’s coming around.

Thank you, Neil Gaiman.

You truly are a legend. 💚

[hyukasprettygirl]

fate?

characters: idol!sunghoon x fem!reader. word count: 3.8k summary: you believed in fate all your life. well, sorta. it wasn’t until you encountered the same boy in a prada store you previously met eyes with while he was performing on stage. (yes it’s a cheesy, cliche, storyline but hear me out on this please!!) warnings: nsfw mdni! secret relationship (kinda), reader feels like she’s not good enough, first time sex, softish dom!sunghoon, lots of praise, he calls you princess, darling, baby, and some other stuff, breast play, oral (f receiving), spit play kinda, unprotected sex, gets a bit rough, squirting, cursing, facial author’s note: this is my first fic, i got bored and thought to give it a try so i’m sorry if it sucks !! also i literally wrote this on my notes app so beware of grammar mistakes. pls don't steal my work either.

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it all seemed so unreal to you. i mean, you were secretly meeting up with park sunghoon from enhypen, of course it seemed unreal. everything happened so quickly and you thought you were crazy for believing that he wanted you at the time.

it was your first time getting barricade tickets to a concert, you were excited. you’ve never been so close to the boys because every concert you’ve been to you were usually sitting in the 100s level, never floor. you had no expectation of actually receiving interactions with them, it was amazing just to be able to see them so close and actually pick apart their faces. the adrenaline and the serotonin boost that you get when the lights begin to dim a bit and the fans crowding around you and screaming is indescribable. however, this is nothing compared to when the boys began to rise up onto stage, the stage lights hitting their faces and illuminating their angelic faces perfectly. 

it all felt like a dream, you couldn’t begin to process that they were real. their real voices echoing throughout the arena, and though it seemed impossible, they looked even more beautiful in person. it wasn’t until they began to walk down the stage towards the center area that you could process everything. you didn’t even realize how loudly you were cheering, it felt like an instinct. you were able to make eye contact with them, you felt so close to them. the concert, well technically sound check, felt somehow personal to you. 

the feeling of waving at each of the members felt amazing. you could feel their excitement as well. but, it felt a little different with one of the members when he finally made his way towards your section where you were standing. park sunghoon. the energy he gave off towards you, the eye contact he made felt more personal than ever. the way he looked back at you even after he began to walk away felt almost as if he saw you differently than the other fans. almost like he wanted you. 

you felt crazy for thinking this. delusional almost. were you imagining things? it was impossible for park sunghoon to feel desire for you, you were just a fan like everyone else. but the feeling felt so real. the way your heart beat faster when you made eye contact with him. the way your face heated up. the rest of the concert continued like this. of course, sunghoon made his rounds and delivered fan service to everyone else. but it felt so different with you. the way he made eye contact with you during the songs. it felt as though it were just you and him at times. no, this was actually crazy. it’s just fan service and surely everyone else felt the same way somehow.

once the concert came to a close you tried not to think too hard about it. but you couldn’t stop. that night at your hotel you barely got any sleep, thinking about the connection you felt with park sunghoon. was it all just in your head? 

well clearly it wasn’t. the next day you had plans to go around L.A. and shop and eat tons of different food. 

you made your way towards a shopping mall first. you walked around and mindlessly looked through some clothes. you walked around for a bit until a beautiful necklace caught your eyes in the prada store window. you had to get a closer look so you marched your way inside and also looked at everything else they had. 

rings, bracelets, necklaces, and perfumes. you stumbled upon another necklace, it also had a pair of matching earrings and a ring to go with it. it was beautiful. until you looked at the price… 

$1270…for that price i better get a free date with park sunghoon too if anything.

you sighed before making your way outside of the store. you wanted to look around for a bit more but what was the point of everything cost an arm and a leg? as you were about to make your way to the exit, you saw a familiar duo looking at some rings on the other side of the store. they were turned around, however, their back profiles and way they dressed seemed all but too familiar to the ones you’ve seen on their videos…

it couldn’t be…

curiously, you walked towards them a bit just to get a closer look. however, one of them drew their gaze away from the rings and towards you. and there he was again. 

park fucking sunghoon. 

that same feeling from the concert began to kick in again. the feeling of your heart about to explode out of your chest. you froze immediately when you made eye contact once again. 

did he recognize you? what if he thinks i'm some creepy stalker? i should just leave… why am i not leaving??

suddenly, his friend jake caught on as well and it was two against one (and not in the way you wish). jake gave a warm smile, he must’ve known you were a fan or something. you had to say something! you couldn’t just stand there like a weirdo staring at them…

“umm, you’re enhypen right?” that was so dumb! out of everything you could come up with and that's what you blurt out?

you panicked, the silence was killing you.

“wait…you look familiar…” jake finally broke the silence. thank goodness. but there’s no way he recognizes me…

“ahah yeah i was at your concert last night! front row!” you said in a slightly awkward tone. literally what are you supposed to say when you’re met with jake and sunghoon?

“that’s the girl i told you about, remember?” sunghoon whispered to jake, almost inaudibly. 

were you hearing things right?? did sunghoon just say he told jake about me? maybe i wasn’t imagining things last night after all. 

you stood there frozen as the boys whispered to each other for a bit in korean that you couldn’t understand. suddenly they stopped and looked at you, sunghoon took a step forward and gave a soft smile. 

“what’s your name?” he asked, his accent was the cutest thing ever and you couldn’t help but smile. 

“y/n.” you responded, his gaze causing you to go shy and avoid eye contact. jake was gone by now, leaving you two all alone, however, it seemed that he had set things up this way. 

“i’m happy we get to meet again, properly this time,” you were in absolute disbelief of what was happening right now. it was impossible to form words because of the overwhelming feelings. sunghoon took another step forward before breaking the silence between you two, “pick something out. i’ll buy it for you.”

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and that’s how it all started. the secret meet ups. the nda. never in a million years did you ever think you’d sign an nda. and for park sunghoon. out of every idol to exist. your relationship with him was almost too good to be true. well obviously it was true because you were in it. every day feels like a dream with him. every date, his touch, his voice, the words he says to you. how could someone like park sunghoon want me? that one question was the only issue that your relationship had to face (other than keeping it a secret). 

it had always been a feeling you had lingering whenever you hung out, went on dates, anything. you never told him, though, and that was the issue. the feeling only grew stronger until it began to reflect through your actions. one day, sunghoon started noticing it while you were alone in the hotel room that the company had booked, jake (who he was staying with) was out with some of the other members doing whatever they were doing. 

the two of you were cuddling on the bed together, you were laying on his chest while he had his arms wrapped around you, one hand caressing your face and the other holding you tightly to him by the waist. he felt your energy, and something was definitely off. 

“is there something on your mind? i feel like you haven’t been yourself recently and it’s been worrying me. if i did something to hurt you, please tell me.” sunghoon did truly sound worried. and that’s what hurt you the most. you didn’t want him to worry. you just wanted to be the best for him and you felt as if you were far from what he deserved. 

“it’s nothing… i’ve just been a little tired.” you lied, well sorta. you were tired a little bit but that wasn’t the reasoning behind the way you’ve been acting. sunghoon could tell. he always knew when something was wrong and when you were lying about something. he adjusted himself and turned towards you, resting his elbow on the pillow and his head on the palm of his hand. he reached out his other free hand and brushed some hair out of your face.

“i know when something’s wrong baby, i know you’re not just tired.” his voice was soft and soothing. you sighed and tried to find the words to describe what you were feeling. “i can’t help you if i don’t know what’s wrong, please tell me.” sunghoon pleaded once more before moving his hand to caress your cheek some more. you looked up into his eyes which were already on you.

“i feel like…i don’t deserve you.” you paused and broke the eye contact that was once being held. “you’re…you. and i’m just me i guess. i just want to be better for you and-“ you felt your voice begin to break. sunghoon immediately pulled you in and held you against his chest. his heart was beating fast. he held you close to him and brushed his fingers through your hair gently before speaking.

“y/n, you are everything i could want and more. i don’t want or need anyone else. only you,” he reassures you. he takes a deep breath before continuing, “sometimes, i think it’s fate. between us,” he paused and then laughed softly at his own words. “it sounds stupid i know, but the first time i laid eyes on you at that concert i felt a connection, i know you felt it too,” he pulled away and looked at you in your eyes, slightly puffy from crying. he had to admit it he thought you were so pretty like this. being vulnerable to him. he wiped a tear and gave your forehead a soft kiss. you smiled and let out a sigh of relief. sunghoon always had a way with words. he always knew what to say to make you feel better. 

“thank you stinky,” you two giggled at the nickname you called him. you two always had an awkward thing with sappy moments like that. it’s what happens when two awkward people like you two end up together. it wasn’t like you didn’t have them and didn’t like having them, it was always just that someone usually changed the mood to something more relaxed or humorous.   

once the two of you cheered up, he gave you a soft kiss on the lips. his hand holding you by the back of the head and the other holding your waist. he pulled away and you smiled, looking up into his eyes that always had that same sparkle in them. it wasn’t too long until he leaned in again to give you another kiss, but this time, it was deeper, more passionate, and longer. it was the kiss that made you melt into his touch. your hands found their way to the collar of his white button up to pull him in closer. the soft innocent kiss from before slowly turned into something more intense. 

sunghoon adjusted himself to hover above you, without breaking the kiss. he grabbed your hands from the collar of his shirt and held them on above your head, interlocking his fingers with yours. he pulled away, breathless. admiring how flushed your cheeks were, your cloudy eyes, and swollen lips. his hair brushed against your forehead while his necklace dangled slightly in front of your face. you remembered that necklace from the first time you had met at the prada store. your brain went foggy at the sight of him. he was your weakness and he knew that. you two have made out before but that was it, however it mostly due to interruptions. right now, with him, you were free of any. 

“is this okay?” sunghoon always made sure to check in with you no matter what you were doing. he asked before holding your hand, before kissing you. he always made sure you felt comfortable. you gave a nod, it was more than okay. you wanted him, and he wanted you. he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your jaw, then progressively placing more aggressive kisses onto your neck, sucking and nibbling leaving marks that you’ll definitely have to cover up later. 

your breathing got heavier as sunghoon trailed down to your exposed collarbone, leaving more marks and attacking your sensitive skin. you couldn’t help but let out a soft moan when you felt him slowly begin to grind against your clothed heat. 

“s-sunghoon…” you whined and  squirmed as he continued to tease you, still holding your hands down onto the bed with his own. 

“what was that sweetheart?” sunghoon teased, you were frustrated because of how bad you needed him. and he knew that. he began to kiss back up towards your mouth before stopping to admire you. his tone became a bit more serious, “i won’t do anything until you tell me to. but once you do i might not be able to hold back. do you understand princess?” 

you nodded, meeting his intense gaze with your own. “need you so bad hoonie…” your voice sounded more desperate than you had expected. it was almost embarrassing if sunghoon didn’t absolutely adore the way you sounded and looked underneath him. 

“that’s my girl…using your words for me.” he praised. his praises made you weak, a pool of wetness already formed in your panties just from his words and small touches. it was so pathetic. 

sunghoon pressed a long kiss onto your lips before letting go of your hands and slipping his hands underneath your shirt. he gave you a look asking, may i go further? before moving up anymore. you gave him a nod and sat up to make it easier for him to take off your shirt. he tossed it to the side and took a moment to take you in. your bra was a light pink color with a cute bow on it, sunghoon swore he could’ve creamed his pants just by seeing you like that. 

“fuck y/n…” he breathed out as he gently toyed with your soft breasts through your pretty bra. he experimentally squeezed them softly, watching your reactions to find out exactly what you liked. he then reached behind you and unclipped it, he slowly slid it down your arms, watching as your breasts slowly revealed themselves. he nibbled his bottom lip, revealing his fang that drove you insane. 

“play with them for me.” he said suddenly, your cheeks burned up and you hesitantly took one in each hand and started kneading them together. “that’s it…just like that.” sunghoon praised you as he watched you, staring like he was going to eat you alive any second. you bit your lip and maintained eye contact with him as you pinched your nipples, whimpering softly from the sensitivity. sunghoon watched you intensely, loving the way you follow his every instruction and do what your told like a good girl. he then leaned down and took one of your nipples in his mouth and with his other hand massage the other breast. you gasped from the sensation and your hand found its way to sunghoons hair, tugging it a bit as he sucked and nibbled on your nipples. he began to get sloppier and sloppier, leaving trails of saliva across your chest. he pulled away to admire it, the way your nipples glistened and the trails of spit leading from one breast to the other.

you then reached forward and tugged his shirt, signaling you wanted his off now. he chuckled.

“eager aren’t we pretty girl?” you whined and he took off his shirt, revealing the muscles and beautiful build that you wanted to see for so long. you felt yourself get wetter at the sight.

“please…” you pleaded, sunghoon shook his head and grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look him in the eyes. 

“what did we say about using words, hm?” his grip tightened a little bit but it turned you on so much more when he was more rough with you. 

“want you to touch me…down here…” your words were muffled slightly because of sunghoon’s grip on your jaw and you pointed down to the area between your legs. he let go of your jaw and smiled with content. 

“there you go princess.” he cooed before reaching down and pulling off both your bottoms and your panties. your breath hitched at the feeling of cold air against your soaked cunt and you slightly closed your legs. he clicked his tongue and grabbed them, opening them up for him. “don’t be shy darling, you’re perfect.” he reassured before placing a soft kiss on your lips. 

he pulled away and sat himself between your legs, trailing sloppy, wet kisses down your body and occasionally nibbling and licking at your skin causing you to yelp at the sudden sensations. once he made it down to your pussy he looked up at you for permission, slowly kissing your inner thighs. you looked at him and gave him a nod of permission. 

he began to first gently thumb your aching clit, causing you to gasp at the feeling. he rubbed little circles, watching all of your reactions. he chucked softly when he moved his thumb faster harder, watching you squirm and whine at the teasing. “so cute…” he mumbled before leaning and taking your clit in his mouth and sucking it gently. you mewled at the feeling, bucking your hips into his mouth. he pulled away and licked his lips, tasting your arousal, “you taste so good baby,” he moaned before diving back in to practically make out with your cunt. hooking his hands around your thighs and pulling you in as he eats you out like it’s his last meal. you feel his tongue fuck in and out of you as he looks up at you. his hair in his face and his cheeks flushed pink. he looked so pretty in between your thighs like this. you reached for his dark hair and pulled him in deeper, causing him to moan onto your pussy, creating a new sensation that had you whimpering and fucking yourself against his mouth. 

“m’close! gonna cum soon!” you moaned out, gripping his hair tighter. he hummed onto your pussy as he began to go faster, moving his head side to side, lewd noises of your wetness and him sucking on your clit filled the hotel room. your legs began to shake as you cum in his mouth, your juices streaming out of your cunt and onto his face and bedsheets. you never knew someone could make you feel so good before until now.

he pulls away from your cunny and kisses you deeply. “you taste yourself baby? you taste so good yeah?” his words give you butterflies and you moan into the kiss. sunghoon breaks the kiss and stares into your eyes, “all fucked out already hm? too bad i’m not done with you yet.” sunghoon suddenly flips you on your stomach and pulls your hips up to meet his, your ass on display for him and your back arched perfectly, just the way sunghoon had imagined you so many times by now. you heard the sound of sunghoon taking off his belt and unzipping his pants. you feel his hard dick slap against your ass.

he taps it against your soaked cunt and runs it up against your clit causing you to whimper from the sensitivity. “you feel how hard you made me princess? you did this baby. now you’re gonna take all of it y’understand?” you nod but then feel a slap on your ass, you yelp at the sting. “words.” sunghoon’s voice sounds stern, but god did it it make you need him even more.  

“i-i understand…please i want you to fuck me..” you whine pathetically into the pillow.

“atta girl. that wasn’t so hard now was it?” sunghoon massages the area that he previously slapped before aligning himself. “tell me if it hurts princess.” sunghoon says softly before inching himself in you slowly, you both moaning in sync as you practically suck his length inside of you. you’ve never felt so full, it was like his dick was made for you and you were his perfect cocksleeve. 

“y-you feel so good princess..fuck- gonna move now m’kay?” sunghoon moans as he slowly thrusts in and out of you, hitting deep inside of you each time. his moans were so pretty each time he bottomed out, they drove you crazy. he began to speed up a bit, rubbing against your g-spot every time causing you to whimper. sunghoon reaches for your hair and pulls you up, speeding up even more, your moans getting more and more lewd. “you’re so pretty being fucked from behind like this. you’re my pretty girl yeah? tell me you’re mine baby.”

“i-i’m yours! i-i’m close again sunghoon!” you moan louder than ever, surely whoever is next door knows sunghoon’s name by now. he loves it though, he wants everyone to know who fucks you so good. he lets out a soft whimper as he feels you clench around him. he lets go of your hair and turns you around onto your back and slides back in effortlessly. he takes your legs and puts them over his shoulders, pressing them down close to either side of your head, hitting deeper than ever. both of your loud and desperate moans fill the room as he pounds into you, the skin slapping and your pussy gushing around him sending him over the edge. 

“fuck- y/n m’gonna cum. off the bed and on your knees.” he pulls out immediately and you both get off the bed and you down on your knees in front of him. he releases all over your face and you close your eyes and stick your tongue out, feeling him paint your face with his warm white cum. once he’s finished you leans down and kisses you deeply, tasting himself on your tongue. 

he pulls away and presses his forehead against yours, “you did so good for me. my good girl. you’re my girl baby.” he praises while caressing your cheek. he then pulls away and grabs a baby wipe to clean up your face. he throws it away and picks you up in his arms, setting you on the bed before laying down next to you, returning to the same cuddling position that you had started in. 

“you think the boys heard next door?” sunghoon says jokingly, however, it was a genuine concern. 

“definitely.”

[vase-of-lilies]

Efforts to Make Amends

❀ Tfatws!Bucky x Mom!reader (f)

❀ Non-con and rape (DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT LIKE IT), past abuse, past parental abuse, mentions of captivity, fluff, childbirth, some suicidal ideation (but no actions), taking of virginity, some after sex bleeding, talking badly about a baby, pregnancy, dad bucky 🥺 (if there is anything else, PLEASE let me know!)

❀ Word Count: 6.3k

❀ A/N: This came to mind when I was just thinking about Buck:) I don’t know if this is already a concept, but if it is here is my take on it! :D

The cry of the newborn baby sent shivers down your spine. Not a scared shiver, or a nervous shiver. Just a shiver. You are her mother now, and you can not let this baby down. You won’t let this baby down. As the nurse gently handed the bundle of joy over to you in a pink blanket, you laid eyes on the most beautiful little thing in the world. With her eyes barely open to see, her blue eyes stared back into your own. 

Tears filled your eyes as you held her to your chest, her babbles slowly dying down to soft breaths. You smiled down at the tiny human in your arms, clutching onto your finger softly. You heard the heart monitor go off, and you immediately held your daughter tighter in your arms. Not wanting to let her go, not for one second. Your OB/GYN entered the room, smiling brightly with the paperwork of your brand new baby. 

“All is well with your little girl. I’ll let you decide on a name and we can fill out this boring stuff.” She chuckles and sits next to you on the bed. 

“Oh, I really like this one.” She hums softly at the baby names in question. She points to the fourth one on the list that you made on a piece of paper. “Clarisse” is the name she chose. It was your mother's name. Bright, shining, gentle, and brave. She was your advocate through the years you were held captive by your own father. 

Of course the circumstances of how this child came into this world is not how you imagined it, you are still eternally grateful to have her in your life. 

It was at this moment you knew all too well what you had to do. You had to start brand new; New name, address, hair color. Everything you can to stay away from the life you were forced into as a child. Going by the name Carla, you set off out of the police station with your new ID, and a new life ahead of you. You couldn’t hold back the smile that had formed on your face by the time you made it to the bus stop. 

Paying the bus driver, you sat down on the bench by the window. Carefully holding your newborn baby to your chest, you stare out the window at the passing cars, buildings, and people. All making their way home from work or even to work. Even the people who call themselves “superheroes” have a home to go to, don’t they? No matter where you go, you know you have to provide what's best for this baby. The police were some help, getting you your ID, colored contacts as well as a wig and a new passport. But it was a long, aggravating process. With every woman looking at your baby with prying eyes, getting ready to let their lips loose in the daily office gossip session. 

Finally, it was time to leave. It was time to leave the life you were previously living, and set off on a new adventure with a new companion.

~~~~~~~

Arriving at the airport, you follow the directions to buy a ticket to Spain. With what little Spanish you knew was not the problem at this point. It was getting away from a crime populated city such as New York. The culture, the people, and the ocean around the country felt like the safest option. 

“ID, ma’am.” You heard the woman at the desk say. Pulling out your ID, you make sure it is your new one. This has a special hidden key trustworthy people can scan that tells them you are a witness in protection. They are very caring with you, and question nothing if you hesitate with your new name. “Carla Davenport. Date of birth November eighteenth.” Fuck! What's the year?? “Year?” The woman asks. “U-uhm, 2001...” You almost say it as a question, but the woman smiles and hands you back your ID. 

“Enjoy Spain!” She says from the desk, and onto security you go.

~~~~~~~

The plane ride was long, and agonizing with how anxious you were. But Clarisse easily soothed your nerves. The looks people gave you were noticeable, and the last few people to board on the plane seemed reluctant to sit next to you. A newborn on a plane is someone's worst nightmare. But Clarisse was a sleepy girl, and slept a majority of the flight. The moments she did start to cry, you knew she either had to be changed, or was hungry. Once you went to the bathroom, you sat on the toilet and began to breastfeed your little girl.

The mirror that was across from you, a woman you barely recognized stared back. False black-dyed locks fell around an exhausted, hurt, and abused mother. There wasn’t much that stared back. You peeled your eyes away from the mirror, and pinned them back on your little girl. Clarisse was enjoying her milk, and was soon going to fall into a milk coma. You just knew it. 

Sighing as you sit back down, you look back out the window. The night sky was absolutely beautiful at this time, and you loved what it looked like. Even though Clarisse was asleep, you still pointed out the lights along the coast that shaped the continent of Africa, and soon to the lights that covered Madrid. Your new home town. 

As the plane landed, you stopped at the gift shop to get a Spanish-to-English dictionary to start learning. Also stopping at a small convenience store in the airport, you exchanged all of your US dollars to Euros and bought some diapers and a diaper bag as well. It was the small things that the program didn’t provide that seemed to be the biggest issues for you. But you were grateful for the small apartment they found, and even more grateful that they provided rent for the first year of living there. 

Getting a job will be difficult, but you knew that you would figure it out somehow. With how populated the world is, there is bound to be an English speaking job for you out there. But that was the least of your worries right now. What you needed the most was food, sleep, and a warm blanket for you and Clarisse. All that you needed for a couple nights was already at the apartment, and you were eternally grateful. 

Finally getting to the small one bedroom apartment, you immediately lock the door behind you, and set off to the small bedroom. There is a mattress on the floor as well as a few blankets and a pillow, but other than that nothing much else. It was simple, and you liked it. Just for you and your little girl. You smiled as you saw the view out the window. The beautiful city lights shone through the fire escape balcony, giving a soft glow in the bedroom. It felt safe. 

Getting out a diaper and some wipes, you begin to change Clarisse. “I know sweet girl, it’s been a long day.” You whisper, giving soft kisses to her face as she babbles into the open air. “Are you gonna sleep well tonight? Hm? Or are you gonna keep me up?” You chuckle at the small girl in front of you, and you softly tickle her sides. Her incoherent giggles are music to your ears, and it is nothing like you have ever heard before. “You are so beautiful my little flower.” You smile, nuzzling your nose against hers softly.

After getting Clarisse all settled, you decided to move the mattress just under the window to get the perfect view of the night sky. You lay your head on the pillow, a feeling you haven’t felt in a very long time. Your little girl snuggled right up next to you, and stared up at the sky as well. You knew she would grow up to be the best little girl there is, and there is no doubt about that.

~~~~~~~

Sweat covered your forehead as you ran through the cold Russian woods. Barely escaping the Hydra base with your ankles not broken. You kept running until you knew you were far enough away to take a breath. But oh... were you wrong. The Winter Soldier was right behind you, every step of the way. It almost felt like he was in the trees, stalking your every move just like your father had conditioned him to. 

The man was silent as he looked for you, but the silence screamed death. You were terrified, and rightfully so. Even trying to hold your breath so no one could see it, including you, was one of the only options to stay hidden. Besides trying to hide within the trees, and snow on the ground. It was hopeless. You could already hear the crunching of the snow underneath the heavy combat boots of the Winter Soldier coming your way. 

This was it, you were going to die. You never knew why your father kept you in the base, but he would not be disappointed to hear that you were gone for good. Maybe it was for the best. No one would have to worry about keeping you silent, or contained. With the secrets you know, you could uncover the world's most dangerous criminals, documents, and codes to plenty of nuclear energy. But you swore to your mother you would never tell a soul. She loved her husband and her daughter equally, but her caring nature made her keep the world she lived in safe. 

You were in your thoughts for too long. ‘Fuck-’ you suck in a breath, not moving an inch as you feel the cold blade barely cut into your neck. “Please...” you couldn’t believe you were begging for mercy, but you were strong. You had to stay alive; for your mother. “Cooperate and I won’t kill you...” the soldier said in a dark voice. You didn’t understand why he wasn’t going to kill you. 

Instead of questioning him, you gave a small nod. “Good girl.” He whispered in your ear, sending chills down your spine. Soon the cold spread from your arms all the way down to your most intimate parts. He had sliced away at your thin hospital-like gown, and stripped you bare. You couldn’t do anything with a knife to your neck so you stayed still. “Please d-don’t, I-I’ll go back wi-with you, just p-please!” You quietly beg him, but he has already stripped himself of his own tactical pants. 

He ignored your pleas, commanding you “Be a good girl and lay on your back...” A whimper left your throat and you froze. “N-no.” You stated, calmly. Instant regret filled your veins as he swiped his foot underneath yours and you fell to the ground. Your head hit a root sticking out from the ground and your vision was rendered blurry. “P-please...” Your attempt of a small plea exited your mouth, but you gave up. 

His veiny, god-like sculpted cock filled your cunt to the brim. You tried to scream, but nothing would come out. He started to thrust, and thrust, and thrust. It felt like it never ended. His blue eyes stared into your dull y/e/c eyes with no emotion or mercy. He was told to do this to you, and it traumatized you. With no luck, you tried to push him away but he was quick to pin your hands above your head with his strong arms. One metal, one flesh. 

“It's ok... just take it...” Was he trying to comfort you? 

“I- I can’t...” 

“You will.” That was the very last thing before you were left in darkness, unconscious and barely alive. 

~~~~~~~

Clarisse lets out a small cry, waking you up instantly. “Hey sweet pea, shh shh mommas got you.” You whisper to her, gently rocking her in your arms. You didn’t know what time it was, but you knew for sure you only slept a wink. You stayed up the rest of the night, helping her to sleep, feeding her every now and then, and getting only some sleep yourself. You were more than happy to stay awake for her, and that was a sacrifice you were willing to take. 

Once the sun started to come up, you yawned and decided to see what snacks you had brought from the airport. Some ChexMix and an apple was enough until you gathered enough courage to go grocery shopping. It had to be about 9:00 once Clarisse started to wake up. Swaying her as she drank from your breast, you hummed her a soft song and smiled from above her. As she drank, you began to grab what money you had, Charisse's baby bag and a face mask just in case someone did end up recognizing you. It would be lethal to have anyone from Hydra even know you exist. 

~~~~~~~

Bucky POV:

Of course I regret everything. I have to live with what I have done every day of my life, and deep down I know that I can’t blame myself for my actions. It’s not something to get used to. Some would say that I have gotten used to hearing the last breath come from someone's gurgling throat. Some would say that “he likes to watch them die.” But in truth, nothing is worse than seeing someone's life drain from their eyes just like a painting being washed away; the paint clinging to life to stay on the canvas but the water just too damn strong. 

A victim I remember very clearly, said whilst looking through the barrel of my gun “Fools make romance of death, for it is brutal and cruel. That I say be at peace with my passing is not such a thing. But once it is done, I will be safe and sound once more. I will live as long as I can, be with you as many days as we are sent, then keep me in your memories. I will see you again. That is a promise.” He was right, I would see him again. Not in heaven, or hell where I belong. But in my nightmares every single night. Therapy can only do so much for a broken, lost and helpless soldier. Let alone a 106 year old one. 

However, I was slowly making amends with the people who were fortunately left alive. Yori Nakasima, the sweet old man I have lunch with every Tuesday is just an example. He was not a victim, but his son was. He was caught at the wrong place at the wrong time, and in turn he fell straight to the line of fire. My line of fire. No matter how much I try, I can never expel the begging that came from his mouth. He was innocent and had absolutely nothing to do with that mission. Simply… a loose knot that had to be tied tight. Yori and I went our own ways, and it makes me happy to see him still go to the same restaurant every Tuesday. He may not remember our conversation, but rest assured he can sleep knowing what happened to his son. 

One more name.

One more name and I can throw this damned book away.

Y/n Y/L/n. 

Y/n has been on this list for four to eight months now. Her name staring back at me with anger and regret. God why did her own father make me do this? Thoughts were racing through my head as I searched for Y/n, but nothing came up besides death certificates. She can’t be dead. She has to be alive, I know that she got out of there alive… Going deep into police, military and FBI/CIA records, along with the witness protection program as a sergeant, I was able to find someone by the name of Carla Davenport. I obviously knew this was wrong, and I was mostly doing this for myself. But there was one part of me that wanted to tell her that she is safe, and that she could finally rest with her guard down. 

Doing further research, I finally came across an address. I lucked out by being in Madrid at the time with Zemo and Sam while I did my research. All I had left was to confront her and tell her my intentions. Knowing Y/n, she would be feisty, careful but most likely fearless. I know her, and she would fight with every last cell of energy in her body to win. I slightly jump as I hear my phone buzz and I answer Sam.

“Hey Sam.” I said, jotting down Y/n’s new address. I heard a sigh on the other line, and I knew I was in for something. 

“I got a call from a CIA agent who found a breach in the witness protection program. Was that you?” Sam replies. 

“Uh, why would you think it would be me? I have no reason to be on that site in the first place.” Seriously? What kind of answer was that?? “Dr. Raynor told me you needed to find some people… Buck come on man, we could have done this together.” 

“Whatever happened to patient privacy? I found what I needed, so can I log out and be on my way?”

“Listen, I know you’re hurting. Especially over Y/n. I'll help you find her, but can we please do it the legal way?” He sounded convincing enough that he actually wanted to help, but I knew that it was just a ploy. Or, maybe that was my irrational thoughts talking for me.

“I’ve gotta do this on my own. She is the last one before I can finally go out and live how I want to. She will determine if I deserve to be free.” There was silence for a short period of time, and then another soft sigh from the man on the other line. 

“Alright, fine. But if I get one more phone call telling me you did something illegal, you’re kicked off my team for charades, and you are going to talk with Dr. Raynor. Do you understand?” 

I chuckled at his threat, and I nodded to myself. “Yeah, Sam. I understand. I wouldn’t want to bother Captain America with calls from random CIA agents about the site of witnesses in protection. This is honestly something Raynor should have let me do. She was the one who told me to “use your resources'' where there was nothing else to use. Anyway, I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow.” 

“See you tomorrow Buck. Have a good night.” 

Hanging up the phone, I sigh and I finish writing down the information from the website. Now that I knew where she lived, it would then be the hard part of everything. Telling her what I did, and apologizing for it. 

~~~~~~~

Your POV:

It had now been three full weeks of living in Madrid and you were living your best life! You had a desk job dealing with English complaints for a website that was fully in Spanish, and your little girl could be with you all day long. Being able to earn a stable living was nice in such a large and new country. Also with your new way of life, you were not living off of ramen and buttered toast. You were able to make full meals with fresh ingredients from the finest vendors just down the street from your apartment. Steamed vegetables, freshly cooked meat that only needed a little bit of heating in the oven and your own seasonings and finally the glorious, melt-in-your-mouth Churros con Chocolate was what you were blessed with for dessert. It was heaven, and you were living in it with such happiness. 

Clarisse is now one month old, and has been a little more aware of what she can do with her body. Even at this young age, she knows who you are and who you are to her. Soon she’ll be running around on two healthy legs with energy skyrocketing every second. Watching her grow up is the highlight of your life, and you never wanted it to end. Her eyes would scan each room you went through, each aisle you walked down, and even grabbed up at you from your arms as you made your way down to the baby section. Clothes, shoes, food. Clothes, shoes, food. All you needed was those three things, and you would be on your way. 

It was a relief that you had not encountered a challenge by anyone. Not when little Clarisse cried for a little bit, and not even when the panic set in at the sound of the bustling cars outside the store. It was a success, and you could not wait to get home. Checking out with ease, you held Clarisse close to you as you took your groceries in the small basket on the back of your bike, and strapped the little girl into her car seat carrier on the front of your bike. “All safe and sound, my sweet girl,” You whisper, gently putting her blanket over her. On the way back to your apartment, you followed the same route to and from. Two lefts, a right, up the hill and to the left. It was almost a song you replayed over and over in your head, just to help you get home. Just like your mother taught you;

Down the hall and to the left, a little bit longer, up the stairs and in my arms you go! This song was to navigate the hallways of the large house your father had bought your family before he decided to keep you as his own lab rat. 

Once you made it into the safe walls of your home, the lock was the first thing in place after putting your bike inside. Clarrise still strapped in her seat, you rolled the bike to the far wall of your kitchen. The babbling baby in her carrier made you smile as she reached out to you, her feet kicking in excitement as she made eye contact. 

Holding your little girl felt so right, yet so wrong at the same time. Not only was this life forced upon you, but this baby took everything from you. Your passion for dancing and painting, your want to go to college, desire to learn and grow. This creature that is in need of so much care and attention took all of that from you. But so did he. He hurt you the most. 

Every day memories flow through your brain like a movie projecting onto a loosely hanging sheet. Warped, but clear for a person to know what happened. It was your duty to Clarrise that she did not know your past, and that she was brought into this life in a way that is a crime. And she never had to know. Having her not grow up with a father was a sacrifice you were willing to take to keep her protected from the pain you went through.

Your alarm on your phone went off, and you sat down on the couch to feed Clarrise. As you unclipped your padded bra, you froze at the sound of a knock came from the front door. Luckily Clarrise didn’t seem too hungry at the moment, so you slowly approached the door. You looked through the peep hole and saw a man. He had short brown hair, and piercing blue eyes. He looked… gentle. 

As you held your child close to your chest you slowly opened the door.

“Can I help you?” 

He looked down at you, a hight difference clearly present. He smiled at the small child in your arms and responded to your question. “Im looking for Carla. Does she live here?” 

You nod and say “I am her, is there something I can do for you?” You ask again, wanting a reason for the sudden visit from this man. He looked back to your face and you made eye contact with him, it was his eyes that looked so familiar. 

“Right, I just moved in down the hall way and wanted to introduce myself. Im James Barnes, and I’m from 107, that way.” He pointed down the hall way and you followed his finger. You nodded with a smile. “Well, its nice to meet you James. Would you like to come in? I was just about to feed this little one, but if you don’t feel comfortable with breast feeding, you don’t have to come in.”

You invite him in, not thinking of the dangers or intents of this man. He kindly accepts and enters your small apartment. Offering him a seat on the couch, you sit down opposite from him in the rocking chair. Putting a cover over Clarrise, you begin to feed her, the milk coming from your breasts entering her mouth as she begins to feed. 

“What brings you to Spain? I don’t know a lot of English speakers here besides the land lord.” You say, wanting to start conversation. He nods and shrugs, smiling softly. 

“I just needed a change of scenery, thats all.” He keeps his answer simple, not knowing how to bring himself to tell you what he did. 

“Have I seen you around? You seem very familiar, maybe in the market?” You ask, knowing you have seen him somewhere. 

This was his chance, this is the time to tell her. 

“No, I don’t think it was in the market,” He says in a sad tone. “It was a while back, I- um, I worked with Hydra. For your father. A-and I was ordered to do something very harmful to you, and I believe it was the result of- of her…” He slowly explains as he takes off his glove, revealing his metal hand. 

Your heart drops, the puzzle piece finally fitting in the right place in your mind. Tears pool in your eyes as you look from his eyes to his hand. The metal one. The memories come flooding back to your head, the nightmares, the feelings, and the eyes. His eyes, those got forbidden eyes. As cold as ice, yet as blue as the ocean of where you pictured yourself at the time of his assault. 

"I am only here to apologize. I am not asking for forgiveness. I am no longer the winte-”

“Why,” you cut him off. “Why did you do it?” Your voice cracks, many emotions coming through your gritted teeth. 

His eyes softened at your broken voice, and he sighs softly looking down at his hand. “I didn’t have a choice.”

“What did my father do? What did he do to you?” You ask, pity also filling your voice as you too know what horrors other prisoners went through. You felt bad, even for him. You tear your eyes away from him, moving them to your baby, his baby. 

“He did horrible things, but nothing compares to what he did to you. What he made me do to you. I- Im so sorry Y/n…” He takes the risk of saying your name, not expecting anything from it. 

“What are you doing here, James? What do you expect me to do?” I ask, trying to understand why he is here. “Did you come to finish the job?” You ask the question that dreaded your mind the moment he told you who he was. 

“No, not at all. I actually came here to offer protection. But I understand if you want nothing to do with me or the life you had to endure when under the horrors of Hydra.”

You considered. You actually considered letting him stay and try to protect you. “What or who am I in danger of?” You counter his offer, trying to prove something but unsure of what. You sigh and shake your head. “Forget about it. Im in the witness protection program, so protection shouldn’t be a problem.” 

“I wouldn’t be so sure, Carla. How do you think I found you?” He asks, exposing what he did to find you. 

Your brows furrowed and you glared at him. “I see.”

You didn’t engage anymore, you were numb and didn’t know how to feel about the situation. You felt violated all over again, by the same man. “Leave. Please just go.” You whisper, tears falling freely down your cheeks. Once Clarrise was done eating, you clipped your breast back into your bra and stood up. You didn’t notice James put a card on your coffee table as he made his way to your door. 

“I understand your fears. I hope you have found safety in Spain, Carla.” He said emotionlessly, actually understanding your fears. As he went back to his apartment which he did actually buy, he sighed and shut the door. 

As he dialed the only phone number he actually knew, he slid down the door and sat against it as the line rung. He closed his eyes and let his head hit the door. 

“Hey, you’ve reached Sam Wilson, Trauma counselor at the department of veterans affairs. Please leave a message and I will call you back when I’m free. Thanks!”

“Sam, It’s done. She- She’s crossed off the list.” 

~~~~~~~

Hours had passed by the time you could even speak. “How could he have found us?” You ask as you bounce Clarrise in your arms. The sleeping little girl in your arms was clueless to your question, hopefully dreaming of running free and not in hiding anymore. “My god, maybe it would be good to have protection…” 

You were talking to Clarrise as if she understood, but you knew she didn’t. You give her head a small kiss, looking in the direction of the coffee table in the middle of your small living room. An index card sat on the corner, scribbled on it was a phone number and a sloppy “107” on the bottom. You knew who this was from. 

You sighed and sat on the couch, cuddling your baby close to your chest, clutching her as if she would disappear. Staring at the piece of paper in your hands you contemplate calling him, contemplating on apologizing. Apologizing on your fathers behalf. 

Before you could stop yourself, you reached for your phone and dialed the number. 

~~~~~~~

Bucky jumped at the ring of his cell phone. He instantly recognized the number from the witness protection program website. 

“Hello?”

You took a few seconds before talking. “I know you know who this is. I’m making dinner a-and was wondering if you would like to join me?”

Bucky was taken a back by the sudden invitation, “Oh, sure I would love to. What time should I be there?” 

Responding rather quickly, you said, “Now?”

Before he could say anything, you had hung up and began making dinner. Boiling water for the noodles, opening up some seasonings you had just bought and putting the bread in the oven, you were ready for James. 

He knocked on your door and you put Clarrise in her bassinet in the living room, keeping an eye on her as you cooked. As you opened the door, you smiled softly at James. Instead of fearing him, you wrap your arms around him. He freezes, not yet used to such a gentle gesture from someone. 

As you sigh into him, he returns the hug and softly wraps his arms around you too. “Im so sorry James. Im sorry for everything my father did to you…” You know you shouldn’t have to apologize, but you can’t help but feel obligated knowing what James went through. 

“No, you have nothing to apologize for. It was and never will be your fault. Do you understand me?” James said, giving you a soft squeeze. 

You nod silently in response, and you gently pull away; tears falling from your eyes. Out of instinct, he cups your cheek and tenderly wipes the tears from your cheeks.

You lean into his benevolent touch and look up at him, a sense of security falling over yourself. Even though you knew him as the winter soldier, you knew you were safe with James. You knew that Clarrise was his child as well, and that she was safe with James. 

Gently reaching for his hand, you lead him into your home. He shuts the door behind him, and smiles as you walk to the kitchen continuing your work making dinner. You pause and look over at Clarrise who is now wide awake. 

“Do you want to meet her?” You ask, noticing James looking over at the babbling baby. 

He nods with a smile, subconsciously knowing that Clarrise is his child. As you approach the bassinet, you smile down at her. “Hi sweetheart, are you awake?” You ask in a small voice, smiling as she smiles back up at you. Picking her up, you hold her against your chest, looking to James with a smile. 

“I named her Clarrise, after my mother. Do you want to give her a middle name?” You ask, subconsciously accepting that he is her father. He looked to you and tilted his head. 

“Are you sure?” He asked, not wanting to force himself into the life you and Clarrise already have. You nod and wait for him to give an answer. “What about Sarah? After my sister?” 

Your ears perked at the word ‘sister,’ “You have a sister?” You ask with smile. 

“I had a sister. She um, she passed away a couple years ago. But she was sweet, and I think that it would be perfect for this sweet girl as well.” You smile at his suggestion and nod in approval. 

“Clarrise Sarah Barnes.” You utter, gently handing James your baby girl. “It’s ok, you won’t hurt her, I know you won’t.” Looking up at him, you can see the hesitation in his eyes. As he takes Clarrise in his arms, the connection is clear between them. A father-daughter bond that no one can just create. She was his.

“She’s beautiful, just like her mother.” He subtly compliments you, himself falling for you. This time in the form of true love, not forced love. You feel your cheeks heat up, a shy smile pulling at your lips. 

“She has her fathers eyes,” You point out Clarrise's blue eyes, still slightly forming as she grows. “And his bravery.” Adding onto her attribute, you look at James face as he interacts with the baby. 

Thinking of his preposition, you say to him, “You know, I wouldn’t mind a little protection. I-it would be nice to not feel so scared going out. Clarrise I bet would love to have her father around as well.” 

You anxiously wait for James’s reaction, hoping he doesn’t think you are moving to fast. Relief flooded your system as he nods. “I promise you, no one will hurt you. Not anymore.” He says, turning his head back to you. “I promise, Carla.”

You shake your head, and wave your hand a little bit. “Y/n is fine. Im sick of being someone Im not.”

He chuckles softly. “Trust me, I get it.” You smile and you move next to him, leaning on his strong bicep as you both look down at your beautiful baby girl. 

“James?”

“Yes, Y/n?” 

You pause.

You smile as he transfers Clarrise back into your arms. She has fallen asleep again, so you put her back in her bassinet. With the knowledge that both of her parents looking down at her, it makes you feel secure and safe. 

You turn to Bucky and look up at him, your hands coming to meet his cheeks. The proximity of the both of you made your heart beat quicker, and your mind blank. You did what you felt was right and leaned forward, connecting your lips with his. His hands hold your waist gently, and he pulls you into him. You pull away breathlessly and he kisses your temple. You move your arms around his torso, and he holds you in an embrace, his chin resting on your head.

"I’d like you to stay. Please.” You answer, a sigh of relief escaping your mouth as you feel him nod his head. 

“Of course, princess, of course.” He cradles the back of your head in his large hand and kisses your forehead once again. He may have hurt you in the past, but he’s gained a little bit of your trust. He showed you that he is sorry, and you understand that it was not his fault. In this new chapter of your life, you know you will make it far.

And so will your baby girl. 

[julianalvarez9]

yellow / julián álvarez

summary: your mood isn't the best when your sister, the one who almost dragged you into the etihad stadium to watch coldplay, bails in the last minute. although the show wasn't bad, the highlight of the night was someone else.

wc: 1.8k words

author's note: don't ask me how i wrote so much with the 17 sec video we got from emilia. i thought it was cute so here you go!! this is so self indulgent it's insane but I DON'T CARE kajskajsk

you plopped down ungracefully into the seat, annoyed. apart from checking that the seat was the one you were supposed to be seated at, you weren't even watching your surroundings, too engrossed in the conversation you were having with your sister.

[you] said: what do you mean you've upgraded your seat?

[you] said: what about me?

[ana] said: you don't even like coldplay!

yes, it was true: you were dragged to the etihad stadium to see the band solely because your sister, ana, who worked with the man city team had gotten ahold of some tickets, and as she didn't want to go on her own, she practically begged you to come with her. as the younger sister, you would do anything for her, so you complied. but now, with the news that she wouldn't be joining you, the idea of getting up from your seat and going home was too compelling to ignore.

[ana] said: you can't go back home, though. i came with you, remember?

you could have screamed out loud, god and the rest of the souls close to where you are forbid you, if it wasn't for the cute guy that sat beside you. you couldn’t prevent your thoughts from reminiscing about taylor swift’s lyric given the boyish look that he had, with the plain white shirt joined with a grayish jacket he was wearing. “is this seat taken?” he asked kindly, signaling to your right -where your sister should be-, and you shook your head.

[you] said: you’re lucky the cutest guy in the whole fucking stadium has just sit on your place

[you] said: otherwise i would have left already

[you] said: are you talking about rúben dias?

you huff out a laugh before locking your phone for good, and focusing on the man who was seated by your side. “my sister was supposed to be on your seat”, you clarify, waving a bit your phone in the air to explain what you were laughing about. he has a confused look on his face now, wiping away the cute smile he previously had on, and you rush to explain that he’s allowed to sit there. “but she’s clearly not, so you’re good to go”.

he’s a bit more shy this time, you notice, and his english comes a bit more rough. “i’m sorry, can you speak a bit… slower? i’m not from here, and-”. you stop him with your wavering hands, and you curse yourself out for, maybe, being too enthusiastic about it, but you were never one to avoid casual conversation. much less with a stranger this cute. “wait, where are you from?”.

“argentina” he says, and you widen your eyes in response. “argentina!” you repeat effusively, clapping your hands, and although some people turn around to see what the noise is about, you don’t really care. the sight of the boy in front of you, cheeks slightly rosy due to your enthusiasm was all you could focus on. “español, no? hablo un poquito” (spanish, right? i speak a tiny bit) you say, pinching your fingers together with a very small space between, emphasizing it’s a tiny amount, and he laughs. it’s the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard, and you have to direct your eyes elsewhere to avoid your cheeks from hurting due to how big you’re smiling.

soon enough, the concert starts, cutting short you conversation with the handsome guy at your right. you notice, by this point, that you never asked for his name, and in return, he doesn't know yours either, so you have to swallow the disappointment of never seeing him again after the two hours are up. were you being dramatic? yes. could you ask for his name now? again, yes. why weren’t you doing it, then?

your thoughts bring you back to the etihad after having wandered away when you hear the familiar song, and your gaze shifts onto the wristband you’re wearing, that is now tinted in yellow. “i know this one! conozco esta!” you almost scream into his ear so he can listen to you, and he smiles, nodding enthusiastically. the whole stadium lights up, and it's a beautiful sight to see, how everyone has their arms up to enjoy the music and, at the same time, be a part of the yellow sea that paints all-over the normally light blue stadium.

always having protested against those who oppose filming concerts, you take your phone out of your pocket and proceed to open the camera on instagram. it’s still the first verse, though, so you wait until the all-too-familiar “and it was all yellow” line hits to start filming. the soft yellow glow that shines through the etihad takes your breath away in the most beautiful way, and even if you’re trying to avoid screaming your lungs out to the lyrics to avoid ruining the video, the impulse to do so is just too much. you don't just film the stage where the band is, but also the whole sight of the stadium, and you pan to your right side just in time to catch the beautiful stranger singing the “you know i love you so” part with the most beautiful smile on his face.

you don’t even realize when you post the story but you do, fingers still tingly from the warmth that spread through your body at hearing the words. they weren’t even his own, but chris martin’s, but still, something about him made you believe love at first sight might be a thing.

all nice things must end, unfortunately, because soon enough the once awaited but now dreaded ending of the show has arrived. he’s about to tell you something, you realize, but your phone starts ringing and the screen screams your sister’s name. he nods, encouraging you to take the call, and you do so, not before mouthing “mi hermana” (my sister) as to which he nods again, understandingly. 

you almost can’t understand her through the screams, barely a “best concert of my life!” and “they’re awesome!” being identified in the endless stream of unrecognizable words. its not long, though, until she finally tells you the information you didn’t want to hear. “i’m already in the car, where are you? thought you would’ve been seated and ready to go by now” she giggles, and you have to fake a laugh too, eyeing the beautiful man who was waiting for you at your side, while being on his phone to distract himself from spying onto your call. “yeah, well…” you try to explain, but it’s useless. “it’s late, y/n, i have work tomorrow!”. you sigh, defeated, and end the call after informing her that you would be with her in minutes.

he focuses on you now, after he sees you saving your phone into your front pocket, and his eyebrows furrow when he sees your deflated state, so different to what he had seen a couple of minutes hago. “i have to go,” you inform disappointingly, and he nods in understanding, even if you had said the sentence in english. “¿te puedo acompañar a tu auto? digo, no si te parece raro, solo-” (can i accompany to your car? i mean, not if you find it weird, just-). you find his ramble cute, although you don't quite grasp the words since he can speak so quickly in his mother tongue. still, the first part of the sentence has you nodding shyly, and you can’t thank enough these couple of minutes more that you gained by this.

you get there fast, unluckily, or at least faster than you would have made it on your own. he walks the stadium like he knows it, or has been here before somehow, and you realize you didn’t even ask him what had brought him to london, or what his job was.

your sister waves enthusiastically when you two make it safe and sound to your parking space, and your cheeks warm up a bit in embarrassment when he waves back. it feels like those rom-com movies, where the parent watches their kids by the window when they get home after the first date. “te veo pronto” (i’ll see you soon) he says confidently and you nod approvingly, although it doesn't come to mind right there that you, again, don’t really know his name, or got some social media profile of his, to keep in contact. when you realize this, he has already planted a shy kiss on your cheek and turned around, hands in his pockets, destiny unknown, at least to you.

“you’ve met julián!” is the first thing that comes out of ana, your sister’s mouth, after you get close enough to her to greet her with a hug. the tone is joyful and her eyes are glowing, but since the name doesn’t ring any bells for you, you furrow your brows in response. she looks at you strangely, but gets inside your car nonetheless, after you unlock it so you can both make your way home as quickly as possible. “álvarez?” she tries again, now with that person’s last name, you guess. still, no face attached to that name shows up in your mind, so you shake your head.

ana’s quick in getting the phone out of her bag. you can hear her typing furiously on her screen due to her long nails hitting the phone, but you tune her out, focusing on the road. the next time she talks, or rathers, signals for your attention, you're on a red light. it looks like she has a guy’s instagram open up, and you can read the “juliaanalvarez” on top, letting you know who the guy in the photo was.

you can’t quite grasp the fact that the beautiful stranger’s face from earlier was smiling widely at you from your sister’s phone, and much less, that he was wearing a man city kit on it, before the light turns green again, and you have to continue driving. “is he a part of the staff like you?” you ask, dumbfounded, and her palm hits her forehead like you had said the stupidest thing she has ever heard. “no, silly! he’s our second striker. haven’t you been watching our games?” she reprimands, and you smile awkwardly at her, which answers the question on his own. “oh, you so need to join me at the etihad next weekend!”.

the rest of the way is silent, given that you’re still trying to process the news. you still don't quite understand why he hasn't said anything about who he was, but realize that, maybe, he was more comfortable with remaining anonymous. your feet drive you mindlessly to your bed, and you’re laying on it when you take your phone off your pocket. you have many notifications on the lockscreen, given that you hadn't really paid attention to it since the show started, but the only one that catches your eye is from instagram.

juliaanalvarez requested to follow you.

[rosewaterandivy]

twice as many stars - I. entanglement

Summary: Steve Harrington is man who has nothing but time. No, really. Leaving nothing except a vague note, his daughter slips into the past with only a familiar token for an anchor. His busted watch gives him a hint as to the when and where of it all, but does little to calm his nerves.

Or

In order to piece together the present, you have to rewrite the past.

W.C.: 3k

Notes: hi, yes, hello, i am, once again, back on my bullshit. i have no one to blame but myself for this and my predilection for pondering the nature of time and grief and memory. which, if you know me, is not at all surprising!

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Steve Harrington is 55 years old when you give them the slip. Wakes one morning to the shrill sound of the telephone, the frantic sounds of your roommate saying that she hasn’t seen you in days, and, quite frankly, she’s getting worried.

He talks her down as best he can, maybe you got lost in your work again, or were living in the lab until the end of the semester. These things had happened before, it wasn’t out of the ordinary.

Ending the call with a promise to get in touch as soon as he knew anything, Steve rolls over to paw at the nightstand in search of his watch and glasses. Slipping on the wire frames, he peers down at the face of the watch, its hands ticking along in an orderly fashion.

7:31 A.M. December 14th, 2012.

You’d talked recently, a call a few days prior to check in. You were working on your masters now, an accelerated course that would funnel you into a PhD in Physics. You were busy, like always, and had already purchased your ticket home for the holidays.

“Don’t forget,” You’d reminded him, before saying your goodbyes, “You’re getting me from the airport.”

He laughed and made a note on the calendar stuck to the fridge.

“As if I could,” He replied, smiling at the prospect of your homecoming. “Y’know, I’m not that useless on my own.”

You sighed, voice softening.

“I know, I just worry.”

He could see the minute shrug of your shoulders, would be shocked if you weren’t replicating that same gesture now hundreds of miles away.

Presently, Steve sighs and sets the watch back on the nightstand. He reluctantly rises from the bed, mentally calculating how he’s going to broach the topic of your absence.

The holidays creep closer and closer and though Steve has a general idea of what you’d gotten up to, the possible where and when, he doubts that you’ll be home for Christmas.

Shakes loose the errant thought that maybe you wouldn’t be home at all as the cold water from the shower hits his skin.

He has faith, he’s always had faith in you, even when you were a precocious kid more concerned with the why and how of things. And he’d only panicked briefly the first time you’d slid.

Nance and Rob were unloading groceries as Steve hefted you through the door, snow melting off your blue boots as you hung onto his arm as if he were a jungle gym.

“Well if it isn’t our intrepid explorers!” Nance crowed, crouching down for a hug as you toddled over. “What did we discover today?”

You babbled something about the swings and flying while Steve toed off his boots and helped Robin start on making dinner.

Nancy ooh and ahhed at all the right parts of your long winded story of an afternoon at the park. She let you lead her around the kitchen by the hand, puddles of melted snow in your wake, until—

“Oh my god,” Nancy gasped, her blue eyes wide, “Where’d she go?!”

And, sure enough, you weren’t there, had just left puddles of water where your feet had previously been.

“What the fuck?” Robin squeaks.

Steve feels the goosebumps erupt on his skin, can sense that something’s amiss as he grabs his keys and makes for the back door.

The Silverado starts up quickly, the engine still warm, as he backs out of the drive. He hasn’t a clue where he’s headed, just knows he has to find you. Starts mentally running through a description in case he needs to give one to the cops.

Blue snow boots and a matching coat. Three going on four years old. Brown hair, hazel eyes—

He’s driving past the park when he sees it.

A small child struggling to get on the swings by herself.

He slams on the brakes in the middle of the street, throws on the hazards, and books it from the cab of the truck, door swinging wide open.

Steve’s sock-clad feet sink into the snow, the crystalline crust cracking around sodden cotton as he runs. He supposes shoes would’ve been helpful, but he can’t say he was really in his right mind when he’d left the house.

Reaching the swing-set, he takes in huge gulps of air attempting to quell his racing heart.

“Hi Daddy,” You say with a toddler’s glee, “Go high now?”

A wild laugh erupts from his lips, because you’re there, safe and sound, only seven blocks from where you’re supposed to be. There’s another family making for the swings now, so he scoops you up with one arm and squeezes you tight.

“Tomorrow honey,” He promises, carrying you back to the idling truck, “We’ll be back then.”

Driving back to the house, Steve’s mildly aware of the clock on the dashboard vacillating between several different combinations of time, much like sifting through static on the radio. Makes a note to figure it out later, more content to flick his eyes to the rear view mirror and find you passed out in the car seat.

They’d figure this out— Rob, Nace, and him, there would be time enough.

But now, he’s not so sure.

A slide is one thing, you’d just pop up somewhere else and eventually make your way back home. But a slip, however—

The first time you slipped, Steve definitely lost his shit.

He’d tucked you in and read the story of an old house in Paris that was covered in vines with the twelve little girls in two straight lines until he was blue in the face.

It took more effort than usual because you weren’t feeling well. Earlier that evening, you’d told them you were feeling tilty which Steve took to mean nauseous. Nevertheless he’d taken your temperature and put you to bed.

“Good night honey,” He’d said with a kiss to your brow, “Love you.”

“Night Daddy,” You’d chirped from beneath your covers, “Tell Mama and Mommy too.”

He promised he would, and turned out the light. The soft yellow glow from your night light seeped into the hallway from where he’d left the door cracked.

The next morning Rob was on wake-up duty while he and Nance made breakfast.

“She sleep through the night?”

Steve nodded, swallowing a mouthful of coffee. “Not a peep, no fever either.”

“Huh,” She sighs, taking a seat. “Wonder what it could’ve been.”

And before she can take a bite of her toast, there’s a shout from upstairs, quickly followed by the thudding of feet as Robin rushes into the kitchen.

“She’s gone, and the sheets are cold.”

They’re up and running before he can rightly think.

The bedroom window is latched shut, and no shoes are missing. There was no note or sign of forced entry.

Steve’s heart is racing in his chest, knocking frantically against the ladder of his ribs because he hasn’t the foggiest idea of where you could be.

After the incident with the park, they’d decided as a family to give you tools to cope, strategies to employ. To let one of them know when you felt like a slide was coming on, to focus on the sensations around you when you felt twisty.

Robin had read books cover to cover and had exhausted several notebooks in documenting grounding techniques. And they worked, you were able to stop yourself from sliding generally, with enough practice.

It didn’t happen at school, though you did have to be picked up from the nurse's office a few times before eventually sliding to the local library or park. Only places you’d been before and never far from home.

“Steve,” Nancy said, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. He jumped despite the warning, and found himself desperately hoping for a sign— something, anything to tell him where you’d gone.

The daycare is called, as far as they know, you’re home with a 24 hour bug. Robin initiates the phone tree, it’s spring break, so the more feet on the ground, the better.

Dustin rushes over as soon as he gets the call. Familiar with your unique talents, he’s not so obviously concerned until he gets a look at Steve.

“You gotta stop misplacing my goddaughter, man,” He quips with a smile.

No response.

He steps over to the couch where Steve has his head in his hands.

“Hey, it’ll be—“

“It’s not a slide.” Steve grates out through clenched teeth, “I don’t know what the fuck this is.”

Dustin rubs a careful hand along his back, listening and observing.

Steve had somehow gotten it together enough to shower and get dressed for the day. Though he wasn’t exactly wearing his finest— his watch didn’t even work.

In fact, the face of it was cracked, glass rivened with white veins nearly obscuring the hands of the watch. It was an old one, something from that apocalyptic spring that he’d never managed to shake.

Dustin knew the watch hadn’t worked since ‘86, which is why it was all the more startling when it began to tick.

“Uh, Steve?”

“What?”

“Any reason that watch suddenly wants to work?”

Steve shook his head, dropping his hands as he faced Dustin.

“The fuck are you taking about?”

He raises his hands in surrender, “Don’t shoot the messenger, I’m just saying—” He nods toward Steve’s wrist.

Where, sure enough, the watch was steadily ticking away. The hands were accurate, even if the date wasn’t, perpetually stuck on Thursday, March 27, 1986.

The realization is a cold shock down his spine.

There’s no way. They’d been so careful about making the stories of his scars kid-friendly, and hadn’t thought twice about mentioning—

It’s a warm spring afternoon when they find you.

Still clad in your Rugrats pajamas and standing at a grave. One hand is clasped tightly at your side, while the other curiously traces the carved letters on the tombstone.

Robin reaches you first, lithe limbs gathering you up in her grasp to settle you against her chest. You giggle as she peppers you with kisses, not knowing anything’s amiss.

“Hello precious one,” She greets, resting her chin against your hair. “Whatcha up to?”

Nancy and Steve soon follow, the latter having to be led because he’s crying so much he can’t see through his tears. They fall to heap around you, hugging you tight in their arms.

You end up in his lap, still staring curiously at the etched polished stone. Nancy cautiously asks a few questions in an attempt to discern what happened. Too entranced with the words in front of you, your answers are less than illuminating.

She eventually begs off after several pointed glares from Steve and a few jabs to the side from Robin.

They’d figure it out, they always did.

“Honey,” Steve says, noting the clenched hand at your side. “What’s this?”

He taps your small fist, coaxing the fingers open only to reveal a ring. He takes it from your hand, eyeing the silver band and dark stone. It feels familiar, though he can’t say why.

You scuttle from his arms, stepping on his legs with all the oblivious grace of a toddler, as you see Dustin walking up.

“Dusty!”

He catches you deftly, arms reaching out to reveal the bats he’d gotten inked a few years prior. He swings you up in his arms, crowing something about your Houdini-esque escape.

A few things become abundantly clear to Steve as everyone rises from the grass and heads toward home.

He thinks it’s no coincidence you come back with a token of sorts, this ring. Nor is it happenstance that his watch has now stopped ticking. But the real kicker is that they found you at this particular grave on this specific date.

Eddie Munson, surely, had something to do with this.

Steve says as much later in the evening. His voice is soft as you’d fallen asleep on the couch, head resting on his leg, and he hadn’t the heart to let you out of his sight just yet.

“You think she, what, travelled back in time?” Nancy asks, setting down her glass of wine.

“She can already— shit, what’s it called?”

“Teleport,” Dustin supplies, coming in from the kitchen. “It’s the technical term for what you all refer to as a slide.”

Robin nods, snuggling against Nancy in the oversized chair next to the couch.

“Is that possible?”

He shrugs, “Doesn’t matter, she’s already proving that it is.”

Steve brushes his fingers through your hair. It’s taking on more of his color now, and its unfortunate refusal to behave. The Harrington curse, Robin had joked. You sigh softly in your sleep, nose scrunching minutely as the conversation continues.

“So if a slide refers to place, what are we calling what just happened? That, assuming we’re correct and she went back to the 80s, it’s now both place and time.”

And well, Nance isn’t wrong.

Dustin nods and takes a sip from his beer. “You said she felt, what twisty, tilty?”

“Twisty is for a slip, tilty was new,” Steve supplies. “Should’ve known something was up when she said it.”

“Hey, no,” Robin says in a warning tone, “You couldn’t have known Steve, this isn’t on you.”

Nice as it may be, it doesn’t quell the shame roiling in his gut. He’s your father, of course he should have known.

Much like he should know now, as he ponders over how best to break the news to Robin and Nancy. Wonders if he can wait it out in the hope that you’ll get back before they arrive. Maybe it’d be better to talk to Dustin first? He was closer to campus after all, could check things out and see if you’d left any clues behind.

Steve shakes his head, knows you’ve gotten far too good to leave anything behind. If you’re gone, then it was something planned in meticulous detail. Hell, you probably hadn’t wanted them to know you’d slipped in the first place.

He pulls on an old MIT sweatshirt, loose collared and bleached to hell from your days learning how to do laundry. Tugs on some jeans and toes on his loafers— comfortable house clothes since he wouldn’t be going anywhere today.

He pauses at his dresser, transfixed by the picture from your college graduation. Mortar board nearly falling off your head and everyone crammed into frame. Steve and Robin hugging you tight, Nancy’s arms thrown over your collar as she stood on tip toes behind you. Dustin had snapped the photo and Steve wasn’t even looking at the camera because he was too busy being so goddamn proud of you.

Youngest graduate in the history of the department, not even old enough to drink and had graduated summa cum laude. Steve didn’t understand it, not like Dustin did, the hold that science and mathematics had on you, the wonders they possessed. But he always had a hunch it had something to do with your ability to slip.

He’d asked about it once, when you were home for the summer, culling through data sets from your latest experiment.

“It’s like, y’know how some people can see colors when they hear music?”

Steve had smiled and leaned against your door frame.

“Yeah, had a friend who could do that once.”

You’d smiled then, and laughed.

“Me too.” You swiveled in your chair, turning from the desk. “So, it’s like that but I can see and hear these threads of time all around me.”

“You can hear them?”

You nodded, “When you pluck a string on a guitar and it vibrates with sound?”

“Uh huh.”

“It’s like that.” Your eyes focused on something to your left, a dreamy look falling on your face. “It’s beautiful, it’s a symphony.”

And he’d left it at that. Like most things in his life, he knew it was something he’d never truly understand. But he’d made his peace with that a long time ago.

Now though, he had to wonder if that was for the best. If they’d done right by encouraging you in this way.

Of course, they all had their theories. Dustin was convinced it had something to do with repeated exposure to the Upside Down. Robin chalked it up to a blip from the universe. Nancy had to be talked down from intervening with a child psychiatrist with a visit from El.

But Steve never really gave it much thought. He’d always wanted to be a dad and considered himself the luckiest bastard to end up with a kid like you. Out of the three of them, he was much more attuned with your wants and needs growing up. Grew comfortable and confident in relying on his instincts when it came to you.

He’d never experienced anything so rewarding in his entire life, and he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth and see your abilities as something to correct. And hoped he was doing the right thing by you in doing so.

Steve goes to put on his watch, the one you’d gifted him several Christmases ago, and stops before he can fasten the band to his wrist. He pulls the drawer of the nightstand open hastily, hand groping blindly for worn and cracked leather, a cool brush of metal.

Prizing the broken watch in his fingers, his heart plummets to his stomach as he hears the soft ticking of its hands. He sets it down gently on the tabletop and rummages around for a circlet of silver and onyx.

He comes up empty handed, of course he does. Stumbling back, he catches himself against the bed and fumbles for the phone. Before he can start dialing, the damn thing rings in his hand, illuminating Dustin’s name.

He doesn’t even offer him the courtesy of a hello.

“I found something.” His voice is tight, restrained like he doesn’t want to break the news to Steve.

“Yeah,” Steve swallows, “Me too.” He drags a hand across his jaw and sighs in exasperation. “You go first.”

Dustin pauses and Steve can hear a crinkling of paper as he unfolds something.

“It’s not much,” He begins. “Just a note from her that says, ‘I’ll see you at the beginning.’”

Hearing this, Steve bites his lip and wishes he didn’t know what it meant. But paired with the evidence to hand, his missing daughter, an intemperate watch, a note, a shuddery feeling roiling in his gut, and a missing token from a lifetime ago—

It would seem that Steve Harrington, age 55 of Hawkins, Indiana, is a man who has nothing but time.

[unreliablesnake]

Hold on tight (Vincent de Gramont x reader)

Summary: You keep your end of the deal and return to Paris to visit Vincent.

Note: I'm not happy with this. / previously on... / The title comes from this song. / If you want to know when I post new stuff, follow @unreliablesnakefics and hit the get notifications button. I don't have a taglist.

Warnings: smut(ish)

“It's been more than half a year,” Winston noted one night when you couldn't sleep and decided to join him in the bar. “The Marquis is already looking for you.”

“I know.”

He was right. Rumor had been flying around that he was paying some people to come to the Continental just to check on you in these past months. And all along, Winston did his best to shield you, keep you away from having to face the possibility of meeting him again. But lately things had gotten worse, you knew it.

“You know,” you began once you took a sip of your drink, “I thought time and distance would help me. That I would feel better. That I wouldn't feel the need to be near him. But it's not working, I still want him,” you explained sadly.

“Then go and meet him,” he offered the solution as if it was that easy.

Because it wasn't easy. You were fighting your emotions so hard for a long time, but that emptiness from being away from him just kept crawling back. “And if he somehow convinces me to stay with him?” you asked since it was a possibility. You might get weak and stay if he asked.

“Is that what you're afraid of?” Nodding, you leaned back in the chair and crossed your legs. “He's a bad man. We're not saints either, but at least we follow the rules.”

“How is this supposed to help me? I already knew he's a jerk.”

Winston let out a heartfelt laugh. “What if he can change for the better because of you? What if he would change if that was the price of being with you?”

“I'm not so sure about that.”

“I am,” came his reply that took you off guard. You gave him a questioning look then waited for the explanation. “He's been sending you handwritten letters, and tries to call you almost daily… This man is in love, sweetheart. Who knows how far he would be willing to go to get you.”

You shrugged. “Maybe he will kidnap me again.”

“That didn't work out the first time,” Winston pointed out.

“True.”

“Also, he's not known for his patience, yet he's been waiting long months for you to keep your end of the deal.”

He was right again. Vincent was surprisingly patient with you, he didn't start harassing you through his men, instead he kept his distance and kept an eye on you without saying a word. And while you didn't even want to think about it, Winston pointed out this difference.

The man who was so used to getting whatever he wanted and whenever he wanted it was waiting patiently for a woman. He could have gone out to pick up someone else, but no, according to rumors he was waiting for you. It was hard to decide whether it was flattering or terrifying.

Your boss let out a sigh as he glanced down at the notebook on the table in front of him. “You should go to Paris. However long it takes,” he added before you could say you didn't want to be away from this place in case he needed your help.

He didn't even have to look up to know you were about to object. But you kept your mouth shut, and so you ended up buying a ticket and packing your suitcase in the following hours. “I'm an idiot for doing this,” you told yourself as you collected some items from the bathroom.

Thirteen hours later you once again landed in Paris, although this time you were on your own. Or so you thought. At the airport you were greeted by a man Vincent sent there to pick you up and take you to him. You followed him without asking questions, knowing full well it would be futile to resist and insist on traveling on your own to the hotel where you reserved a room for yourself.

Unlike the last time, the mansion didn't look cold and threatening. No, it was warm and welcoming, a place where you could feel safe right away. Safe. With him. You didn't think these two things would ever be connected by the same sentence. While you'd been here the last time, you were always on the edge, feeling like you didn't belong.

But now? Now you had a feeling you were exactly where you were supposed to be.

A staff member came to help you with your luggage, assuring you that they would take it straight to your room, while a woman came to accompany you to the room Vincent was in at the moment. Your eyes scanned the paintings on the walls as you passed by, the familiar sight making you feel at home.

“I was beginning to think you wouldn’t come,” you suddenly heard the familiar voice say. You looked up and noticed him standing in the hallway, hands folded behind his back as he watched you. He sounded unsure, a quite shocking experience compared to the authoritative Vincent you had met the last time.

You waited until the woman was told to leave and the two of you were left alone before you said anything. “Me too,” you replied quietly. “But someone convinced me to come here and keep my end of the deal.”

Vincent’s jaw tightened and you wondered what made him do it. Was it because you said you were only here because of that deal? It could be the reason.

“I’m glad I’m here,” you added, surprising yourself with this sentence.

Because if you wanted to be honest, you were glad to be in Paris again. To be with him. All those months of thinking about him while your brain tried to warn you forget him had its toll on you. You were tired and doubted your feelings all the time. But now that you were here with him, you began to see clearly.

This man had managed to get under your skin despite being a kidnapper, planting the seeds in your brain that then turned you into this mess eventually. But it worked. You were here, you were yearning for his touch, and you had to fight your instincts to keep your distance for now.

Let's see what he does. You shouldn't throw yourself at him as if he had done nothing wrong. Having a spine is a good thing.

“I got your room ready,” he spoke up again, sounding surprisingly awkward. “I thought you might want to get some rest first. I have a dinner reservation, but if you'd rather stay here, I can have something made for us.”

“We can go out, I guess,” you replied as you nervously swept a strand of hair behind your ear.

Vincent nodded. For a few moments you both stood there in silence, but then he cleared his throat, excused himself, and went back into the room he had previously emerged from. After letting out a long sigh of relief, you headed towards your room, ready to get some well-deserved sleep.

A few hours later you put on a nice dress and did your makeup properly, ready to head out with him for the evening. Because you were sure it wasn't just a dinner he was planning for the two of you. A play? An opera? Maybe a museum? Whatever it would be, you wouldn't object.

As it turned out, you knew him perfectly well, because you were right about his plans. He was hesitant the whole time, as if he wasn't sure how to approach you anymore, but he managed to stay in charge, and that was a good thing.

Because you were too focused on your own needs, on his beautiful green eyes, on his lips, and on his suit. It was just too much to handle, and when you were in the back of the car on the way back to his home, you slowly reached out to take his hand.

He looked surprised, but he wrapped his fingers around your hand, then raised it to his lips to place a soft kiss on it. “I really missed you, my love,” he said.

“Don't think that kidnapping me all those months ago is completely forgiven. But in all honesty, I missed you too. I really did,” you added with a smile before resting your head on his shoulder.

In the next two days, Vincent made sure you felt comfortable in his company. He was nice, and sweet, and things eventually got as intimate as they used to be. You found yourself in his bedroom after a wonderful afternoon in the Louvre, your body pressed to the wall as his lips traced your skin.

He explored your body like this was the first time he had seen it without clothes, and he kept you from moving around, pinning you down to make sure you didn't start removing his clothes. No, he wanted to take his time with you, driving you crazy by not giving you exactly what you wanted.

But a sick part of you loved every second of it, it craved the physical pain not being able to touch him caused. Because you wanted to lay your hands on his body, feeling the smooth skin under your fingertips before moving down to tease his cock.

Vincent could tell you were silently suffering by now, so he kept praising you, even as he got on top of you in bed and leaned down to kiss your collarbone before slowly moving up to your neck. This is when you began to beg him to fuck you, to skip this stupid teasing and finally give you what you needed so badly.

“Would it be weird if I told you I loved you?” you asked him while you were lying in bed together, both of you on the brink of falling asleep.

He let out a quiet, uncharacteristic laugh, then kissed your forehead. “I feel the same way, mon amour,” he told you. “What do you think about staying here for a while? For a few months, maybe.”

You let out a sigh as you thought about his suggestion. Winston had told you to stay as long as you had to, but did you really want to leave him alone for that long? “That's a lot of time, Vincent, I'm not sure. I have responsibilities back home,” you said, more to convince yourself than him.

“Don't you want to be with me?”

“Why don't you come to New York for a week or two? I could show you around,” you offered with a laugh.

He watched you silently for a while, carefully thinking about this idea. Sure, after what had happened the last time he was there, it was understandable if he was a little hesitant.

Maybe it wouldn't be weird to stay in France after all. After leaning over to give him a soft kiss, you rested your forehead against his. “Okay, fine, I'll stay here.”

Little did you know at the time that you wouldn't stay for just a couple of months. You stayed here for good, eventually marrying the man who had almost destroyed your life at one point.

[lou-struck]

Ghost vs Monsters

Meguru Bachira x reader

Flufftober Day 2- Ghost Tour

WC: 2.5k

~You and Bachira  go on a tour of your city's "paranormal underground." But when your experience with the tour guide goes sour, he shows the group that it's not ghosts they should be afraid of, but Monsters.

~a/n: this one was challenging for me to complete but I did it! I had to cut it short because I have 31 of these to do and my imagination was working overtime.

It's one of those evenings where you aren't quite ready for dinner, but you are craving a little something to keep you going. That something… an egg on toast. 

Just as you slide the fried egg on top of the still-warm bread, two hands reach out from behind you to cover your eyes. 

Guess who?" a lovingly familiar voice coos from behind you, bringing a genuine smile to your face. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that the voice belongs to your boyfriend, Meguru Bachira.

"Hmmm, is it the Pizza delivery guy?" You ask innocently, playing along with his usual shenanigans. 

"Nooo, try again.."  the soccer star chuckles, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. 

"Ghostface?" You say with a hopeful lift in your tone. This answer is nowhere near correct, but it sends him into a fit of laughter.

"No, but you would like that, wouldn't you?" he laughs softly into your ear as he spins you around. His cheeks are pink from the fall air, and he is still in his practice clothes, but you think he has never looked better. 

"How was practice?" you ask, wrapping your arms around his midsection. he hugs you back with all the strength of his right arm, but his left is tucked suspiciously behind his back. You can tell from the eager look on his face that he is hiding something from you.

As subtle as you can, you try and peek behind him. But you are no match for a professional athlete's agility; he seems to be three steps ahead of you, his eyes daring you to ask him what he's hiding. 

"What you got there?" you ask, finally giving up trying to outmaneuver him. His grin is victorious as he removes his arm and eagerly whips out a bent white envelope, holding it up in the air like it's a trophy. 

"Look what I won for us," he beams, lowering the envelope and handing it to you. You open the previously ripped seam and see that there are two long black tickets printed with bold white lettering.

'Admission for 1 to the Underground Paranormal Investigation Tour'

'Arrival time 9pm'

"What are these?" You ask, furrowing your brow as you read the address on the back of the ticket. You may not know many street addresses by heart, but you think that it belongs to one of the warehouses down by the docks.

"Aren't they cool?" He says with his usual elated grin. "I won them at the program's fundraiser the other day and finally got to pick them up. Have you ever been on a ghost tour?"

"No, I can't say I have." You admit, and you aren't sure that you would do this on your own. If the paranormal exists, it seems that voluntarily seeking it out is something straight out of a horror film,  but when you look at Meguru and see the excitement on his face, you know that you will be clearing your calendar for Friday night.

~

You've never been to a warehouse district at night, but the whole place is set up like some kind of sheet metal labyrinth; if it weren't for the smell of the salt and sea invading your nose, you wouldn't believe that you are so close to the ocean. The thick fog that rolls off the water doesn't help your visibility as Meguru leads you confidently through the alleys to the tour site, there is not a hint of fear or apprehension on his face.

"It looks like we are getting close. Are you scared yet, y/n?" he asks, giving your hand a squeeze. If it weren't for his constant touch, you doubt you would've made it this far, especially after researching the details of this tour…

After a little search of The Goog, you find out that this district is historic, and many years ago, the whole place was destroyed by a devastating fire. After the tragedy, the city just built on top of the ruins like nothing ever happened. Today, you two, aligned with your guide and a few other groups, will be exploring the underground tunnels that connect the surface to the old underground warehouse district's ruins.

To be honest, the idea of climbing down some kind of rusty metal ladder into god knows what is kind of freaking you out. Even if there aren't any ghosts in this tour, who knows what kind of rats or creepy crawlies are down there just waiting to lunge out and bite your ankles. 

"A bit," you admit. "I just hope we don't see any rats down there."

"If we do, could I keep one as a pet?" he asks, brightening up at the prospect. Before you can object, you come across a small group of people standing outside of the warehouse you are supposed to be meeting at. You can tell by the headlamps on their foreheads and their ghostbuster attire that they must be there for the tour, but you can't find anyone who looks official, like your guide."

"It doesn't look like our tour guide is here yet," you say to your boyfriend, who nods and looks around at the wannabe ghost hunters.

"It looks like we may be underdressed; I left the ghost vacuum in my other jacket." he chuckles lowly, nudging you softly with his arm. You struggle to contain your laughter when, suddenly, the static recording of a pipe organ begins to play. You look around just as thick fog pours out from underneath the partially opened garage doorway. It smells artificial and super stinky; you cough and cover your nose as your boyfriend tries to shield you from the putrid mist. 

"Oh boy, what do you think we've gotten ourselves into?" he asks, fully amused by the theatrics. Squinting your eyes, you see a figure, a grown man, squeeze himself between the pavement and the garage door just as the music dies out. 

He coughs and bats away the smoke around him as he steps into clear view of the crowd, dressed in a similar ghostbuster jumpsuit as the others in the group, but now, his is smudged from being on the ground. 

Through his thick goggles, a pair you definitely remember seeing in a minion costume set at the Halloween store, he scans the group, eyeing the two of you with interest. "Welcome, brave souls." He says, "It looks like we have some new blood joining us this evening as we venture between our world and that of the spirits. Follow me, and we shall begin our adventure."

He's got some groupies," Bachira says, noting the way the others in your tour group follow him. Clearly, this isn't their first rodeo. You and your boyfriend take up the rear as you walk through the warehouse to the very thing you were weary of, a sketchy-looking metal maintenance ladder that descends into utter darkness. You watch as the guide instructs each member to climb down to the burned ruins below. And no one bats an eye as the ladder squeaks and rattles. 

By the time it is your turn, you look at the guide, "Are you sure this is safe to use?"

"Of course it is," he scoffs. 

"This is your first time, isn't it? Don't worry, I am an expert, this thing is completely safe. The only thing that may get you is the spirits; they tend to get aggressive when it comes to non-believers." Ignoring his weird little comment, you squeeze Meguru's hand with a vice-like grip. Even in the low lighting, you see the compassion in his gaze. "We don't have to go down there if you don't want to." 

His care for you tugs are your heart, but you know he is really interested in this little tour. Love is all about sacrifices, and you love him more than just about anything. Sure, the climb may take a few years off your life, but you'd gladly do it for him.

"No, it's alright," you say, taking a deep breath. "Besides, they didn't have us sign any waivers, if that thing breaks on us, we'll make bank."

"Huh, waivers." the guide mutters, fanning the flames of your fear. "That would be a good idea."

"Then I'll go first, so you get the emotional distress payout," your boyfriend says with a wink. He grabs both sides of the ladder and slides into the darkness. 

"don't worry, it's really not that far," he yells from the bottom; you let out a shaky sigh of relief as you start to go down the ladder. Hearing a strange little chuckle from the guide as you begin your descent. 

Which seems pretty rude since you are just being cautious. You climb down carefully until you hear your tour guide yell from the top. "Oh no. It looks like we have angered the spirits with our presence tonight."

You don't know why his words make you feel so uneasy until you feel the ladder shake. You tighten your grip on the metal as you look up and see your tour guide purposefully shaking the ladder to scare you.

The squeaky ladder rattles dangerously, and on the wrong, just below you, a screw wiggles out of the side and falls to the floor. The crowd below murmurs in excitement, happy that they witnessed something paranormal.

What would've happened if you were on that rung?

"Cut it out," you yell at the strange man. "It's not safe." 

"It's not me," he laughs, his hand still obviously shaking the ladder. "It's the spirits." 

You feel as if your stomach hit the ground before the rest of you did. Your legs shake, and your palms have angry indents from how tightly you were holding onto the metal as Meguru watches you slowly climb down from the pavement below. He has a rare scowl on his face as he looks up at the guide descending just above you.

"Are you alright?" He asks worriedly, his long arms holding you as tightly as they can. "What happened up there?"

"He was shaking the ladder like an idiot." You say as he guides you away from the site of your almost untimely demise. As mad as you are, you truly don't think that the tour guide meant to cause you any physical harm. But his negligence has pissed you off. 

And judging by the way Meguru's eyes darken when he reaches the ground, he is also pissed off.

He walks over to the man and stares at him with a monstrous glare. "Are you insane?"

" I don't know what you're talking about," your tour guide says, raising his hands to play innocent.

Bachira's smile never leaves his face as he leans in closer to the guide. "Because I am.."

"Look, I warned you that the spirits were active tonight; your partner over there just chose not to listen." nervously, he backs away from the athlete, clears his throat, and turns to address the rest of the group. "These spirits are angry; it is important for everyone to stay with the group as we continue our tour."

He starts to walk ahead with the group, explaining the history behind the dozens of charred, abandoned structures around you as well as the background of the 'spirits' that haunt this place, but you are too pissed off to listen to that performative man-child. You walk slowly, looking at the fascinating walls that time seemed to have forgotten about when Meguru grabs your hand, a much softer smile on his face as he leans and softly whispers into your ear, "Don't worry, y/n, there may not be any ghosts on this tour, but there is a monster." 

"Wait, what?" You turn your head to ask him what he meant, but he has disappeared. 

The tour guide lights his headlamp and tries to show the returners how to use their ghost-catching devices, which he apparently sells on Etsy, but you aren't paying attention to his sales pitch. Instead, you are wondering where your boyfriend wandered off to, you know he has something planned, but he can be unpredictable, just like his footwork on the soccer pitch.

As your guide leads you into the ruins of an old bunkhouse, The door opens with a creak as the group steps onto the stone flooring. While everyone snaps pictures of the room, you notice a shadow moving along the wall. 

"And it was in this very spot that Minato succumbed to the injuries inflicted upon him by his wife's lover." he says dramatically, pointing to a spot on the floor. "it is said that on quiet nights, just like this one, he rises, ready to inflict that same pain on whoever he comes across."

Suddenly, the door to the bunkhouse slams shut, and everyone flinches and snaps their heads toward the sound. 

You catch a glimpse of Meguru's two-tone hair sneaking under the window and have to cover your mouth with your hand as if you are terrified. "Is the door stuck?" you ask, adding a slight shake to your voice. That gets everyone's attention as they look towards the door nervously, pointing their glorified vacuum cleaners at the entrance.

"Of course not," Your guide says with a nervous laugh. "It's just an old door, it shuts sometimes." He pulls on the handle, but the door does not budge at all. As the group watches him struggle, the sound of nails against glass can be heard from the other side of the room.

"Oh no, it's Minato." a lady cries, looking to your tour guide for any kind of guidance, but he just stands there terrified. He honestly looks like he is about to piss himself.

"That's impossible." he stammers. "W-what are we gonna do?"

"Suffer…" 

The room erupts into screams, and you start to wonder if maybe Bachira has gone too far. But as you look at the tour guide hunched in a corner, you don't feel any pity for the man.

"I wanna go home," he cries when suddenly the door opens, and the room goes quiet.

"Oh, it looks like this is a push door, not a pull door." your boyfriend says with a syrupy sweet smile. "No wonder you guys couldn't get out of here."

"Shall we continue on with the tour? I'm having such a great time." He holds his hand out for you as the other guests rush out of the boarding house. On his way out, the tour guide, still as pale as a ghost, glares at you, leaving you and your boyfriend alone. 

"I don't think they are gonna invite us on the next tour," you laugh, leaning up and pressing a thankful kiss to his smiling face.

"That's alright," he chuckles, "we'll just have to find another adventure to go on together. 

"One with less ladders please," you shudder as he slings his arms around your shoulders. 

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