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forleejehoon · 2 years ago

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[Interview] Lee Je Hoon for 𝘔𝘌𝘕 𝘕𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦 April issue — English translation

Translation by @forleejehoon. Please do not repost/share full or in parts without credits.

Lee Je Hoon is an actor that shines. There's plenty of inner glow coming from him – instead he wishes to become a light that's impossible to replace.

Taxi Driver 2's popularity is respectable. Apparently each episode garners over 10% of watch ratings.

I'm grateful just for the fact that season 2 was able to come out, as soon as the broadcasting started it got good reactions so I didn't know what to do with myself. It felt like being greatly compensated for the many hours I've spent filming.

It was intense since the shot of Kim Do Ki's back at the very beginning.

The very first line in the script director wrote was "Do Ki working out in a prison cell". One has to devote themselves to the scene, of course. (laughs) While thinking 'it's my last time showing my skin' I prepared for it diligently. Today at the promotion shootings, I'm flashing the little that remains of my abs. (laughs)

Kim Do Ki is a character that keeps changing his personas to punish the villains. You had to embody all these different characters in one project and although it's something to boast about as an actor, wasn't it difficult?

I filmed everything very happily while enjoying all of it. The difference between the personas is big so I worried a lot about what it's like for the viewers to watch it on screen. I thought a lot about how I should make it feel more continuous, too. Despite the times when I didn't feel content with my acting, I gained confidence since luckily everyone is enjoying watching it. For season 2 I filmed with the mindset “let’s play even harder”.

In the documentary Another Record: Lee Je Hoon you revealed to actor Lee Dong Hwi about your wish to do comedic acting. This time you happened to fulfill it to your heart's content.

In my case, I have no talent of making people around me laugh. Because of that, me doing comedic acting always felt far-fetched. In this project I formed a nice ensemble with the rest of the cast as well as the script was interesting and funny.

So this was a new challenge for you?

To be honest, I'm not an actor who's skilled in adlibs. If in the past I was someone who acted out the script exactly as it was written, now I have let my abilities come to surface and let them be seen. If I see some part in the dialogue or the script that could be filled, I express my ideas, so I play [characters] while contributing to the script.

As an actor you must've changed quite a bit?

Honestly there were times when even the act of familiarizing myself with the dialogue and simply acting felt like it was too much. Now as a person who's a narrator of the story, I feel the responsibility to lead projects. Once again it's the battle with time for filming sites. "Ah, why didn't I do this then", "why did I miss this" – I don't want any of such worries to remain so I have to distribute everything within the given time.

I could feel this passion of yours fully at the promotion shoot today, too. Felt like watching some sort of silent drama.

Promotion shoots aren't that different from when I'm acting. There aren't many chances to show myself equipped with cool and flashy jewelry. Now that I've left a memory of this new image of myself, I feel like I’ll be able to pull it off it in a future project. Through such collected experiences, I feel like I muster up courage to take on new challenges.

In the 4th episode a country boy Lee Je Hoon ordering around in Chungcheon satoori surprised the viewers with freshness, too.

It's the same for me. For Chungcheon people it'll look lame for sure. Despite that people have watched my trying self with affection. Through this opportunity both as an actor and as Lee Je Hoon I've acquired another thing I can do. If I happen to visit Chungcheon I shall try using it. (laughs)

I believe Kim Do Ki could become a character of a lifetime.

It can happen. It's truly fascinating to have been able to show so many varied personas in one piece of work. Although while I was acting I had thoughts like "other actors could pull off this role way better", but as long as it's Taxi Driver's Kim Do Ki – I think I can do it the best. Other actors substituting me wouldn't work. Of course there are better actors. But as much as it's hard to imagine [other actors playing as Kim Do Ki], Kim Do Ki is a character that I love and cherish.

Out of the entire bouquet of Kim Do Ki personas, who would be the closest to ordinary Lee Je Hoon?

To be honest, there isn't a single one that's similar to me. (laughs) Someone who's intelligent, someone who's humorous – both of these sides can be seen in little parts in me but even that would be an exaggeration.

To the viewers it feels cathartic to watch how the villains are punished. Was there any moment that felt the most satisfying for you personally?

Rather than action scenes, I think I felt the satisfaction when relaying a deep message.

What kind of message could that be?

Although I can't reveal any spoilers from the second half of the show, the most I can say is that in English you can express it as “memory” or “remember”. In season 2 these are the keywords that keep reappearing. "Do remember" is always what it ends with. In each episode it’s the crimes that are handled and the absurd reality of them. So such a message is the foundation of Taxi Driver.

Looking at your filmography including Taxi Driver, there are quite many works that are box office successes or are award-winning. Should I say that you have good luck with projects, or do you have a good eye when choosing them?

I do have my personal standards when choosing a project to work on. I want to do such projects that stay in viewers' hearts and minds for a long time. Not the ones that have no retainment value. It's good if fun is all that the experience of watching a movie gives, however there's nothing I'd need anymore in life if I can only be someone that leaves an effect on people's lives. Although I myself am an actor, when it comes to movies I have this same preference. Because I too get influenced by the works I watch.

Ahead of you there's the movie Escape that you'll star in together with actor Koo Kyo Hwan. In the 42nd Blue Dragon Awards you revealed that you'd "like to act with Koo Kyo Hwan once" and now it's a reality. Did your comment make any influence in the casting?

I was curious myself so I asked the production team. They said it did have an influence. I'm a lucky fan. (laughs)

Now that you have actually worked with him, how was it?

Although the movie is already a masterpiece, since I'm acting together with Koo Kyo Hwan it will shine even brighter. Once again I realized how an actor is an important part of a movie. Although we didn't talk too much, I have a partner with whom I can exchange feelings and the dialogue. Even though I haven't met Koo Kyo Hwan in private settings, the way we matched together felt like smooth sailing.

Let's talk about the days when you dreamt of being an actor. You dropped out of university and at 25 years old started attending Korea National University of Arts. Even before that, you were in the theater scene but then entered a university again – was there any particular reason that made you decide like that?

I decided I wanted to act and hung around the Daehakro [Arts Theatre] when I was 21-22 years old, somewhere around that time. I’ve experienced acting for only about 1-2 years and believed I could make a decision. Whether I really have the talent and interest to pursue such a road. But as time went on, I still couldn’t find answers to both of those questions. I didn’t give up and in order to fulfill my dream completely I thought I needed some kind of opportunity to reach the finish line.

But the people you’ve worked with are very sure [about your talent]. Director Yoon Sung Hyun, while recalling the filming for Bleak Night, has observed that you’re a born actor, as well as actor Park Jeong Min has said that you’re an actor who has great inner charge of pathos-energy. You’ve been getting such comments since the rookie days, doesn’t that make you a natural?

I’m not too sure about this. When someone discovers me, something inside of me seems to bring out some things in them – I can imagine hearing comments like that. Directors and writers cast me so it’s possible that the director adds more focus onto me. My presence can come out when lighting directors shine their light onto me. No matter how well I can act or how confident I am, it’s the fact that such people exist or else I couldn’t shine as an actor.

It’s been around 17 years since you’ve debuted in a short film Litmus of Truth. Maybe it’s because I didn’t see current you being that different from Architecture 101’s Seung Min but I didn’t really think you’ve had such work experience.

Wow, it’s been this many years. Come to think of it, I’ve set up a production company with the people I’ve worked with on Litmus of Truth. (laughs)

It’s been 2 years since that, right? Since you’ve set up a production company named “Hard Cut” together with director Yang Gyeong Mo and producer Kim Yu Gyeong.

That’s right. If there comes a time when, willingly or not, I wouldn’t be able to act, I’ve tried thinking about what kind of job I could do. Will I be able to do another job, do I want more burden. But I didn’t have much of a choice. Even if I couldn’t act, I still want to be someone that’s present in the filming site. I could be someone that generates ideas, or I could be a maknae that holds the light reflector. That’s why I’ve created “Hard Cut”, there are many things I’m learning about myself. How much I actually love movies or what kind of acting I should show from now onwards. The things I couldn’t see before are now right before my eyes. When it comes to making movies, it doesn’t matter from which position or what I do – I have the will for anything.

I’m wondering about what kind of concerns does an actor of 17 years have.

Instead of having concerns I believe I should be putting much of continuous efforts. There are many things that I still don’t know and things that I still lack in, however I have great desire to make good movies. Suddenly I thought to myself what would I answer to this question if 10 years from now I’m asked a similar one – in the future I’d like my answer to be the same as today. I wish to be an actor that feels such thirst [to make great movies] persistently.

Are there any moments that felt monumental?

When it’s a national holiday? (laughs) When it’s a holiday, they broadcast special selection movies. Whenever a movie I worked on is chosen to be shown, I’m very thankful. There are movies that are box office hits, or that have a good message behind them, whatever the reason – all of them are works containing great meaning.

What adjective would you like there to be in front of your name?

An actor that’s impossible to replace. Isn’t that truly the greatest praise.

In brackets I’ve personally added more context to help understand the meaning more clearly.

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moonwritewastaken · 2 years ago

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Tales of Christmas Day 2 - cc!George x gn!reader

Genre - friends to lovers, Christmas

Word count - 1157

Back for day 2! This one is only a bit Christmas related but hopefully it’s still good.

- 🌙

Being a part of the MrBeast crew had its perks. Not only were you able to help deserving people, you also made more friends at the same time. One of those being a certain man by the name of George. You’d met him and the other DTQK members through Karl and you all got along well so you’d quickly become an honorary member.

Although you’d become friendly with the boys almost instantly, George was a little bit different. Pretty much as soon as you met him you knew you’d like him more than a friend. Yes, he was attractive but he was also funny and you loved being around him.

You were currently sitting at your computer waiting for a Discord call from George and you were super nervous. He had messaged you yesterday asking if you wanted to film a video and you agreed straight away. You weren’t sure what exactly you were filming but he had told you it was Minecraft based. While thinking of different ideas, you’re broken out of your thoughts by your Discord ringing. Waiting a few seconds just to make sure he didn’t think you were waiting, you pick up.

“Hey George!” You greet him happily and smile as he returns it. The two of you chat for a few minutes before getting into the recording.

“Alright, today’s video is going to be a Christmas themed ‘Minecraft but my friend is…’” now you were excited. These videos were your favourite to watch so you were ecstatic to be a part of one.

“Sounds fun, what’s the Christmas part?” Not a lot of ideas were obvious as to how Christmas could be related so you were curious.

“You are going to be a reindeer” somehow you were even more excited than before and you couldn’t wait to see how cute you’d be.

You load into the seed you’re using for the video and gasp excitedly at your newly acquired reindeer status. George chuckles fondly at your reaction before trying to record the intro.

“In today’s video, we will be trying to beat the game while y/n is a reindeer! They’ll be unable to break blocks and won’t be able to heal themselves. Can we beat the game before y/n dies? Keep watching to find out!” The entire time George was doing his intro, you were running around enjoying your new reindeer abilities.

“You ready to go?” You run back to George upon hearing his question.

“Yes, let’s go!”

George spends about 25 minutes gathering necessary materials for the nether while you just try to slow him down.

“Y/n, stop! You’re such an idiot” he’s pretending to be annoyed but you can hear the laughter he’s trying to hold back.

Soon after this little exchange it was time for George to head to the nether. Because the nether was dangerous enough, you felt you should chill with the messing around a little. Entering the portal spawns you in a basalt delta biome eliciting a groan from George.

“This is literally the worst biome” your statement is quickly confirmed by George and reluctantly the two of you begin to look for a fortress.

It takes about 10 minutes to finally find a fortress but luckily you found the blaze spawners quickly. While George was collecting blaze rods, you were instructed to stay out of sight so you weren’t harmed. It would have been sweet had it not been to make sure you weren’t killed in a video game.

After he managed to collect the needed blaze rods, you both made your way back towards the portal. You had run slightly ahead of George and made what you thought was a little jump. However, it turned out it was a larger jump than you thought and you took a lot of damage.

“Y/n! Be careful!” George’s scream makes you laugh before you realise that you’re dead after one more hit.

“George I need food, I’m gonna die” you see him slowly descend the cliff you jumped off before making his way to you.

Healing you back to full health, the two of you continue the journey back to the portal. Safely reaching it you travel back and George makes the ender eyes. It takes a while to travel to where the eyes lead you and the trip was full of banter and close calls. The two of you enter the stronghold and search the chests you find to try and get extra pearls, fighting mobs along the way. Eventually you find the portal room and excitedly call for George.

“I found the portal room George!” He follows your name tag and emerges from the hallway.

George breaks the silverfish spawner before putting all the eyes in the portal and handing you a few beds. You follow him in and watch as he shoots the crystals.

“Please don’t look at the stupid endermen” his plea came a little too late as you were currently being chased by two.

“Too late, GEORGE HELP” he groans before coming to help.

After dealing with the angry endermen, he shoots the remaining crystal waiting for the dragon to come down. It takes a few bed explosions and a few hits with the sword but the dragon was almost dead.

“You got this George!” not being able to do much else, you cheer him on from the sidelines.

Once the dragon comes down for hopefully the last time, George runs to the middle and beats the game. The dragon erupts in particles and the end achievement is visible in chat. You and George cheer in unison at being able to beat the game.

“I was kinda worried we weren’t gonna make it because I almost died like a million times” your laughter sounds at the end of your sentence and you hear George join you.

“There were way too many close calls” he agrees.

“How’d you make the skin so cute?” Your question was one that you’d been thinking about, because it was super cute.

“It was modelled after Callahan actually. But don’t worry, you’re a lot cuter than he is” that was potentially the last thing you were expecting to hear so you were shocked.

Your face was almost as red as your character’s nose and George was just as silent as you. Clearly he was just as shocked he’d said that out loud. Eventually you composed yourself enough to speak again.

“You think I’m cute?” You weren’t sure what else to say and you were kinda hoping he’d say it again.

“Maybe” he has a teasing edge to his voice.

“You’re an idiot” he laughs at your reaction and you can’t help but join in.

“I think you’re pretty cute too, I guess” your voice takes the same teasing tone George’s had just a minute ago.

The fact the two of you were still recording was long forgotten, with you and George talking for the rest of the night.

#georgenotfound #dtqk #georgenotfound imagine #dream smp x reader #dream smp imagine #dtqk x reader #dream smp #dream smp fluff #gnf imagine #gnf x reader #gnf fluff #dsmp fluff #x reader #dsmp imagine #dsmp x reader #tales of christmas

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watchmegetobsessed · 4 years ago

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Our Home - Harry Styles

a/n: this is my small but very heartful thank you for 5k followers!! i know it’s not a lengthy, chunky story, but this is all i could bring you in the midst of everything and i hope you’ll like it still! again, thank you for so many of you, its so crazy!!

based on THIS request!

pairing: Fiancé!Harry X Reader

word count: 1380

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It’s a usual Friday evening, you’re sitting on the couch, the TV on with the volume set on low, more like just as a background noise while you type away on your laptop working on an assignment you’ve been trying to finish these past few days. Going back to school four years after you undergrad seemed like an easy and fun idea, but when the assignments and projects started to come up you realized how much you’ve forgotten what it’s like to be a student. In addition, you kept your job so now you often find yourself quite busy with either work or school related tasks.

Harry has texted you earlier that he would pick up some takeout on his way home and now your stomach is growling impatiently for your fiancé to finally arrive home and have a feast with you after a day of hustling.

You hear the familiar jingling noise of his keys turning in the lock of the front door and you hit the save button just as he walks in, the bag of your favorite local restaurant hanging from his hands as he kicks his shoes off.

“Hey love!” he singsongs and you set your laptop to the coffee table to go and greet him the right way.

“Hello handsome,” you smile as you wrap your arms around his waist from behind and you immediately feel him relax in your embrace. Turning around he drops the bag to the side table you have in the hall and his hands cup your face as he grins down at you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “Mm, missed you all day,” you mumble into the kiss.

“I’m all yours now, baby,” he smirks before pecking your lips one more time. “You hungry?”

“Starving,” you huff dramatically, making him chuckle.

“Let’s eat then. Can’t have my future wife be famished for too long.”

The two of you settle in the living room, the food boxes littering the coffee table completely once you put your laptop away, deciding you’ve had enough work for the day. Harry asks you about how the paper is going and he tells you about the new song they started recording today. Hearing about each other’s day is always such a comforting part of the evenings, spending time separated, but coming home to your other half and sharing what might appear useless and boring, but these little things just strengthens the bond between you and him.

“So, do you have anything planned for today?” Harry asks, seemingly a little nervous to bring up whatever he wants to talk about.

“Not that I know of, no. Why?”

“I just… I was looking at ads during lunch and I know we agreed to put aside the home buying project for a little while since we are both pretty busy, but I found a really good one and I thought we could… check it out, if you want to.”

Your eyes soften at him, he is all nervous to even bring it up just because you suggested to wait a little longer.

The thought of buying a home together first came up a few months ago, not long after Harry proposed. You’ve been living with him for two years now and back then it was a logical step to move into his place since it has enough space for the two of you. But as time passed and Harry got on one knee, you realized that even though you’ve been living here for quite some time, it was still more like his space rather than yours and his. You brought up the idea of finding a place that’s new for the both of you and you can turn it into your shared home together and luckily he loved the idea. You’ve checked out a few estates, but then you decided to go back to school and Harry started working on his new album and things got a little hectic so you agreed to wait for a better time, when moving wouldn’t be just an additional stress factor in your already busy lives. But that doesn’t mean that you don’t want to find a new home and you don’t want him to think he can’t even bring it up.

Reaching out you cup his chin in your hand as you pull him in for a short but sweet kiss.

“I would love to see it. Do you have pictures?” you ask and you see his eyes brighten up at your reaction.

Harry pulls out his phone and shows you the ad, excitedly sharing his thoughts on why he found it so endearing and fitting for the two of you and it warms your heart. See him so excited for the future the two of you are building together, finding the place where you’d eventually start your family. Though you’ve known it for a long time that for you, he is the man you want to spend the rest of your life with, it’s still nice to see him being on the same page, planning with you by his side.

Saturday morning, after a lazy breakfast on the terrace and some extra loving on each other you finally get ready to leave and check out the house Harry has found. The pictures already caught your interest but the actual home is just… perfect.

The size, the layout and the huge backyard, it’s exactly what you imagined when you first started talking about what you want in your new home. With a total of five bedrooms and four bathrooms and a wonderful sunroom facing the backyard, it’s all like as if someone just took your fantasy out of your head and built it just for you.

The agent walks the two of you through the whole place, telling you all about what you need to know and you find yourself already seeing your future here with Harry and possibly a baby sometime later. Or maybe more than one. You can already picture Harry flipping pancakes in the kitchen in the morning, having garden parties for your friends in the summer, lounging in the living room together after a long day and painting Harry’s nails sitting on the marble tiled floor of the bathroom only in your underwear or just a towel wrapped around your body after showering together. This house is calling your name.

“You’ve been quiet, baby. What do you think?” Harry asks as the two of you are wandering in the backyard after the tour. The agent has left you alone to look around some more if you’d like to check something out one more time.

Smiling your hand reaches out to Harry’s and you lace your fingers together as you glance up at him.

“I love it.”

“Really?” he breathes out in relief.

“Yeah,” you nod with a chuckle. “It’s the perfect size, it’s got everything we talked about and… it’s just the perfect fit.”

“I was really worried you hated it,” he admits with an airy chuckle. “We could have some fruit trees at the back and maybe a swing set over there,” he points to the right corner of the backyard and you can already see it all.

“Yeah, that sounds great,” you nod, feeling the warmth of your excitement spreading in your chest.

“So… what do you think? We could just buy it now and move in whenever it’s convenient. We can stay at mine as long as you want, I’m not rushing you. I’m just…” he lets out a sigh as he grabs both of your hands and bringing them up to his lips he kisses your knuckles, giving your ring finger an extra one, the diamond in your ring pressing against his pink lips. “I’m just really excited to do this with you. I didn’t think I would get to this point but the moment I met you I knew that I want all of this with you.”

“And I want it with you.” moving your hands to the back of his neck you pull him down so your lips could meet halfway, his arms wrapping around your waist, holding you tight in his embrace.

“I can’t wait to call this place our home,” he breathes out resting his forehead against yours.

Thank you for reading, please like and reblog if you enjoyed it!

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jungshookz · 4 years ago

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Imagine jimin dancing without shirt because it's to hot and the whole class sees him😳

no need to imagine baby i gotchu

this was supposed to be super short but i said that to myself like two hours ago and it turned into,.,.., thIS..,,. so if balletteacher!jimin doesn’t win the poll at least the ballet!couple stans have,.,.,. WHATEVER THIS IS

➺ pairing; balletteacher!jimin x ballerina!y/n

➺ genre; i literally cannot focus because i keep staring at this gif so just assume this drabble is as hot as jimin i,.,.,. i am about to go into my jimin phase again,.,.

➺ wordcount; i don’t know i am so out of it right now (1.7k)

(unfortunately i wasn’t able to track down the original maker of this gif but this is where i sourced it from! all credits go to the original creator of course :-))

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“sorry i couldn’t make it to brunch last week and... the week before that… but i can definitely join you guys this week!” you chirp, pausing for a second so you can quickly pull your hair into a flimsy low bun, “there’s this place that has these massive waffles and you can pour as much syrup on it as you want on them-” you take your duffle bag out before slamming your locker shut and turning around, “plus-”

you immediately stop talking when you realize that you’re all alone in the changing room

you blink twice before reaching up to scratch your head

what the heck

…how long have you been talking to yourself for??

there are still bags and shoes and loose articles of clothing sitting on benches and hanging out of lockers but it’s just that their owners have completely disappeared

“guys?” you frown, zipping your hoodie up as you step over items littering the ground to make your way to the door, “i know i’ve been really flaky with our dates and stuff but you don’t have to abandon me mid-conversation to prove a point-” you poke your head out of the changing room, holding your breath for a second to see if you can hear anything

“-is someone filming this or what??”

“shh!!”

“move over, let me look too-”

that’s odd

“guys…?” you lower your voice as you approach the girls cautiously, raising a brow at the sight of them crowding around the door of the classroom, “is there, like- some kind of hip-hop class or something-”

you can practically feel the vibrations of the bass pumping through the floorboards as you get closer and closer, the sound of muffled thumping leaking out through the crack in the door

“y/n!” lisa turns her head when she hears you, slipping out of the group with a giggle and gesturing for you to hurry and come over, “there you are, silly- i thought you followed us-”

“follow- well, class is over and we’re all changing out of our unitards so i didn’t know i had to follow you guys anywhere-” you snort, leaning over a little to look at the group of giddy girls again, “let me guess - those boys from that other dance academy came to use our rooms again-”

“guys, move out of the way so y/n can take a look-” lisa swats at jisoo’s back gently, the girls whispering to each other excitedly as they step aside to let you through

“no way!” seulgi chirps, popping her head up at the front of the group, “you snooze, you lose, y/l/n-”

“c’mon, seulgi, don’t be like that-” lisa tuts, shoving at your back to force you through the tightly packed group, “everyone should get a chance to see this-”

“see what?! what is going on-”

“fine, but i’m only giving you one minute-” seulgi wags a finger at you before stepping down from the ledge, wrapping her hand around your elbow and yanking you up, “sixty seconds.”

“can i just say that you guys get so weird whenever those boys come to-” your mouth immediately goes dry the second you turn your head and peer through the crack, all the blood in your body rushing up to congregate in your face, “oh, dear god-”

you were certainly right about all this commotion being caused because of men

except, in this case, it’s just because of one man

you watch in shock as a very shirtless jimin slams his arms down mid-air against the beat, twirling around in the spot with his head tilted back

he slides a hand down his chest until he reaches the waistband of his sweatpants, lifting a leg and thrusting his hips forward with a grunt

his tongue pokes out in between his lips before it curls upwards and you swallow dryly when you feel your stomach flutter

out of all the things you were expecting to see when you looked into the classroom, it definitely wasn’t this

you’ve never seen jimin dance outside of a classical setting so this is very… very…

wow

this is very wow

“god, i wanna fuck him.” seulgi sighs dreamily, twirling a strand of hair around her finger, “i love men. don’t you love men?”

“men- i-” you force yourself to snap out of your daze, letting out a nervous chuckle as you turn to look at seulgi, “this- to be honest, this feels like a private moment, you know? i-i feel like we should probably leave now before he catches us-”

“oh my god, you always get so weird around mr. park!” seulgi scoffs, rolling her eyes before pursing her lips, “you can appreciate his beauty without feeling bad, y/n. relax a little!”

you press your lips together as you take a second to think through her response

…

what are you even thinking about?

of course you know you can appreciate his beauty!

you have personally appreciated his beauty in private many, many times but of course no one knows that

but maybe if you quit acting so weird and twitchy, seulgi will finally give you a break and will stop giving you crap about how nervous you get around mr. park

for the record, the only reason why you get so sweaty and weird whenever the conversation shifts to how attractive mr. park is is because you’re scared you’ll accidentally let something slip one day and screw everything up

the other day lisa was wondering out loud if mr. park had a six-pack or an eight-pack and you were about to respond with a ‘it’s a six-pack but he’s getting to an eight-pack if i’m being honest-‘ but LUCKILY you stopped yourself before all of that word vomit spewed out of your mouth

obviously she got her answer today after spying on him dancing half-naked

“in fact, i think it’d be good for you to appreciate his beauty up close so you can finally join in on our conversations…” seulgi clears her throat, pushing herself up from the wall as she zeroes in on you

“yeah, well, i think my sixty seconds is up, so maybe- oh!” you gasp when you feel two hands shove at your back and you don’t get a chance to even process the fact that you’re being pushed before-

the door ricochets against the wall with a smack! after you get pushed into the room, your palms slapping against the wooden floor immediately to keep yourself from knocking a tooth out

“y/n!” jimin snaps out of his intense concentration when he sees you stumble into the room behind him in the mirror, turning to look at you with wide eyes before hurrying over to the stereo to turn the music off, “are you alright??”

“fine! i-i’m fine- i’m good-” you sneakers squeak against the ground as you scramble to your feet, glancing back to glare at a very smug-looking seulgi

why is she always getting you into these situations?!

…how do you always let her get you into these situations?!

“i’m so sorry for… i… um…”

you know this isn’t the first time you’ve seen his skin glisten with sweat but something about the way the light is hitting jimin is making you feel a little lightheaded

the corner of jimin’s mouth curls into a knowing smirk when he notices the way your eyes lower from his face to his body, “i was… you see, i-”

“you were…” he coos mockingly, tilting his head as he makes his way back over to you, “you were what, bab-”

“the girls!” you interrupt frantically, stepping aside to gesture towards the large group of girls still crowded by the door, “the- the girls wanted me to- uh, they wanted me to ask you a question so i- that’s why i’m in here.”

jimin’s face pales slightly when he notices the girls standing by the door

whoops

“oh, of course!” he clears his throat loudly before taking a step back from you, the two of you exchanging panicked glances before he bends down to pick his shirt up, “what was the question?” he slides his shirt back on

“there’s no question, sir-” seulgi chimes in before pausing for a second, “however, as the obvious group leader here, i’d like to say on behalf of everyone that you are very welcome to demonstrate this dance in class if you’d like-”

the girls immediately burst into laughter and jimin snorts before reaching up to scratch the back of his neck bashfully

“very funny, ladies-” jimin shakes his head before gesturing for everyone to go, “go and get out of here! i’ll see all of you next week-”

“have a good weekend, mr. park!”

“goodbye, mr. park!”

“bye, mr. park!!”

you wait until you hear everyone’s voices drift further and further away before scurrying over to the door and peering around it to make sure no one’s around

“coast is clear.” you let out a breath of relief to see that the hallway is empty before turning around to- “oh!” you jump when you end up bumping right into jimin, stumbling back a little before reaching out to press your hand flat against his chest so you can shove him back into the room, “what is the matter with you?? you already know all the people here drool over you on a daily basis and you still go around half-naked and- and thrust your hips like that-”

“what, you didn’t like it?” jimin teases, wrapping his fingers around your wrist so he can pull your hand down and slide it underneath his shirt

“hey-” you feel your entire face flush the moment your hand comes into contact with the ridges of his firm abdomen and you slip your hand out quickly, jimin laughing at your reaction before reaching up to pinch your cheek

“all i’m saying is that you weren’t exactly against my thrusting last night, miss y/l/n-”

“jimin!”

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cxsmicmyeon · 4 years ago

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LET IT OUT BABY , KJM [M]

kim junmyeon x fem! reader

IN WHICH you need that perfect moan for your newest song… and you know exactly who to get it from.

genre: non-famous au! (u make music n he has a regular job lol) smut word count: 1.1k warnings: explicit sexual content, sex in a public place, swearing, oral (m. receiving), fluffy ending bc i’m soft for my myeonnie🥺 also jun being a tease bc of course he is🙃 taglist: @yeol-jae , @royal-aeris , @kimchari

author’s note: waddup thots welcome to the third installment of my studio sex with exo series!! oh boy this actually killed me i’m a ghost writing this😩✌🏻i do hope you enjoy ((;

You pressed the spacebar of your keyboard and turned to face your boyfriend. He slid the bulky headphones off his ears, cheeks tinted pink.

“So, what did you think?” you stifled a giggle at Junmyeon scratching the back of his neck, bashful as a little boy with his first crush.

“Uh, it was really good. You sound so sexy, my goddess.” Junmyeon answered, his former shy self turning to the tease he normally was.

“Yeah, that’s what I was going for, but there’s something missing. Luckily, that’s where you come in.” You pecked him on the lips quickly before pushing him inside of the recording booth. You pressed the Record button on your computer before following him suit, shutting and locking the door.

“Care to explain?” Junmyeon questioned as you plopped headphones over his ears and dragged him over to the microphone.

“Junnie, I need you to do something for me,” you purred, reaching your fingers into Junmyeon’s button-down and releasing two of the buttons. His breath hitched in his throat at the sudden contact.

“Y-Yes?” He let out a soft gasp as you continued to unbutton his shirt, running your fingers down his bare chest. He was normally very authoritative and strict with you in the bedroom, but seeing him become putty in your hands over the simplest of touches was a whole new feeling of bliss. The roles have been reversed, and you could not wait to continue with your new power over him.

“You know how in the third verse there’s something... missing?” He nods as you lick a stripe up his neck, unbuttoning the final button and allowing his shirt to pool at his feet. “I need a certain... sound to help bridge the gap. And you, my dear, are the perfect man for the job.”

He cocked a brow in confusion before whimpering into the microphone at your fingers tracing the outline of his taut abdomen.

“Just like that, but maybe a little... louder?” you mused, biting down on his bare shoulder-blade as your hands made their way to the hem of his jeans. He swallowed heavily, Adam’s Apple protruding from his neck. Peppering butterfly kisses down his back, you released the button from its denim confines and unzipped his pants. You could already feel his erection grow from all of your touches. He let out small gasps as you pulled his jeans down his legs, sliding your fingertips down his thighs and shins.

Spreading Junmyeon’s thighs apart slightly, you made eye contact with the tent in his boxers, seeing the tip of his cock poke out of the fly. Spreading the hole open with your index fingers, you wrapped your lips around his tip, giving him kitten licks. His gasps turned to whimpers as you started to suck slowly, digging your lacquered nails into his thighs. His sounds were still not the volume you wanted, however. You released the tip from your mouth with a soft pop, eliciting a groan from him.

“Let it out, baby. I know you want to. All of this is for my ears only.” you purred, hooking your thumbs into the elastic of his boxers and sliding them down his legs. In an instant your mouth engulfed his shaft, swirling your tongue around the head.

Only then were you going to get the reaction you craved so badly. As soon as you took more of him in and started sucking like your life depended on it, he suddenly got loud. Louder than you ever heard him, ever.

It started off as a low, throaty groan, causing you to moan against his cock. You took the rest of him in, feeling the tip hit the back of your throat as your hands moved to cup his asscheeks. The vibration of you against his throbbing cock caused him to let out an even louder, more high-pitched moan. Every single one of his noises were like music to your ears. You dug your nails into his ass as you felt his cock twitch inside of your mouth.

He began breathing heavily into the mic, gripping the bar with one hand while his other made its way into your hair. You bobbed your head as you continued to suck him off. The closer he got to his release, the louder he became. The grip he had on your hair tightened as you sucked and sucked, his moans becoming more erratic as your motions pushed him against the edge.

He let out a final, thunderous grunt as he came in your mouth. You sucked him off as he rode his orgasm, swallowing his hot cum and releasing him from your mouth as his cock softened. You rose from your spot, lips meeting with his as you slid the headphones off his ears, allowing them to rest around his neck. Sweat glistened from his forehead underneath the light, soft tufts of his brunette locks sticking to his skin.

“Stay where you are, I need a picture of this,” You reached inside of your pocket and took out your phone, snapping a picture of your boyfriend wearing nothing but a pair of your headphones around his neck, mouth agape and breathing heavily. Wiping the sweat off his forehead, Junmyeon flashed a teasing smirk at the camera as you took another picture. “Thanks babe. Damn, you’re lookin’ sexy as you always do.”

“Oh, do I?” Junmyeon smirked, wrapping his arms around your waist. You giggled, unlocking your phone and showing him both of the pictures you took.

“See? How could anyone look at this and think you’re not the hottest man on the planet?” He grinned, placing a kiss onto your cheek.

“You had to include all of me?” he teased, covering the bottom half of your screen with his thumb. You reached your hand down and pinched his ass, eliciting a yelp from him.

“Yes, all of you is sexy, shut up. This is for my eyes only.”

“You’re god damn right it is, baby. Just how this is for my eyes only.” Junmyeon pulled up his underwear and jeans, buttoning and zipping them as he took his phone out of his back pocket. After a few swipes and taps on the screen, he turned the phone around, showing you a picture of yourself. Wrists bound to the bed by his silk neckties nude as the day you were born.

“Hey!” you blushed profusely, smacking his phone away from you. He chuckled as he picked up his shirt from the floor, slipping it on.

“C’mon, let’s go home. And maybe... I can take care of you.” Junmyeon whispered, his breath tickling your ear as he tucked a loose hair behind your ear. Perking up, you dragged him out of the recording room, stopped your recording before locking up the studio and dragging him to your car.

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issaxcharlie · 4 years ago

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Owen hosts Couple tag

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x Artist Fem Reader

Summary: We play pretend world guys✨ (I missed them, I’m SoRryyyy.) So, Charlie wants some reassurance after starting to prepare his proposal to Y/N and makes this “genius” plan with Owen to find her answers without being suspicious. (She totally knows tho) also a lot of friendship fighting between Owen and Y/N because I had to, I made myself laugh a lot so I’ll hope at least makes you smile🤧🤣Anyways, have fun!

This is also my weird and nonsense way of doing sweet @marvel-ousnesss request of the we play pretend couple to do a couple buzzfeed quiz 💖

The blonde takes a deep breath before picking up his phone and heading to the living room, where his couple of friends and roommates are on the couch. Charlie is lying down watching television and Y/N is lying on top of him with her face snuggled into his neck, he hugging her around the waist while gently running his fingers down her skin.

The plan was simple, to help Charlie plan the perfect proposal and give him an idea of what she expects from her wedding, they were doing a “Couple tag” video. That way the questions wouldn’t be as suspicious. Of course, there are easier ways but we are talking about Charlie. They convinced Kenny to call her and tell her that it was to promote the second season that is currently being filmed, and she agreed.

Charlie mentioned many times that someone else had to ask her the questions because she reads her boyfriend like an open book, so his improvisation had to be perfect to keep his best friend’s clever girlfriend out of the hook.

He decided to start the live from his room so as not to give the singer the opportunity to think much about it, so he sits in the living room and focuses the image on his friends who are not affected in the least by their positions. After all, everyone already knows that they are a couple and that they live together.

“Hello, I’m Y/N Y/L! And yes, that sexy, beautiful, adorable and talented man is my boyfriend, Charlie Gillespie.” He blushes as the memory of their first night back as a couple invades the mind of the Canadian, who had his girlfriend in exactly this position when she was, as she said, 'practicing' her introduction. Sadly, this time it will not end like that night because his best friend and about 500,000 people are watching.

“Welcome to my first edition of the Couple tag everyone! Here's my first guest couple, I know it’s not much, but I promise to find someone worthwhile next time, this is just for practice." Charlie laughs but looks nervous. Instead, his girlfriend sits down and rolls her eyes.

"I can't believe you chose him over a puppy or a hamster." The girl says to her boyfriend while laughing at her friend's offended reaction.

“I'm going to write that down in my long enemies list, but for now I have a live to lead. Okay guys, so basically I will ask them questions and I will also choose who answers them because I’m the only one hot enough to call the shots here."

She laughs and sticks out her tongue. Charlie sits down too and she takes his hand to fiddle with it. She keeps arguing for a few minutes with Owen but shows no signs of not wanting to play the game so he starts before she regrets it.

“Okay, first one is for Charlie. How did you guys met? This is actually a good one because a lot of the fans think you met on set and are like this really intense couple who started to date the very first week without even knowing each other’s last names.”

They both start laughing at the comment. The truth is that they have seen multiple posts and comments online from people judging their relationship and how fast they were going, especially when they did that last interview together and Y/N said that Charlie was taking his sweet time to ask for marriage, since for the fans they only have one year and months of knowing each other.

“We have known each other since forever. Our moms were best friends and we were born only a few weeks apart so we've always been together. We grew up as best friends and were dating before Y/N moved to New York to play Daniela on Stardust." Charlie tries to shake off the memory of the last tearful kiss before Y/N got on the plane. Hopefully he’ll never have to part from her for so long again. Sometimes he can't even understand how he managed to get through those 5 years.

"So no, we don't know each other for just one year, but 22." She adds, kissing his nose.

"Y/N, honey. I didn't ask you, don't be rude and wait for your turn." Owen says teasingly, the girl laughs and throws a pillow at him.

“Okay, rude again. Y/N, What is the first thing that he ever gave you?”

“Oh my, this beautiful valentines card! We were like eight I think. The paper is red, and it is filled with gold and silver glitter stars. Inside is a big star that has written in the middle, “My bright star, happy valentine’s day. I love you. And a lot of doodles of my favorite things, like my guitar, a microphone, chocolate, and a little Charlie. Just adorable, I still have it and to date it is one of my favorite gifts.”

The emotion with which she responds makes Charlie's heart melt. That was the first time he called her bright star, and he kept saying it to her during every audition, every performance, every practice. The exact reason not even she knows, but maybe one of these days he'll tell her.

“Rude and a liar. The 22-year-old Charlie's handwriting is horrible, the 8-year-old Charlie handwriting could only be close to a squiggle, nothing more. Oh, and probably only you had the ability to read it. I very much doubt that was beautiful."

She opens her mouth in surprise and wrinkles her nose, feigning annoyance. “I liked you more when you had a crush on me. You were nicer.”

Owen's eyes widen and he turns to see Charlie looking for help but he just starts laughing. “Wh- What are you talking about, mean girl?”

“Oh c’mon, you totally did, Ohio.” She smiles at the camara while showing a superiority face.

“Really? I already told you a thousand times, I'm from Oklahoma. But hey, how funny, forget about Stardust and audition for Funny Girl!”

“Jokes on you, I would nail Fanny Brice.”

“Man, defend my honor!”

“Bro, I can’t. You totally did, I even got worried for a second there.” It is incredible to think about how their friendship has grown and matured over time. They went from Owen fangirling every time he saw her to being really good friends. All these fights are more of a show than anything else, the truth is that when nobody is recording they tend to be very cool around each other and the three of them have quite a pleasant dynamic now that they are living together for the show.

“I won, Idaho. Now, please continue.”

“Well, my friends embarrassed me on my own live. I can already imagine the headlines tomorrow. Anyways, Charlie, Would you let yourself in danger to save her?”

Charlie starts laughing as he drops his head on the girl's shoulder. "I think she's not going to let me lie, I always have and will continue to do so. For me it's always her safety first."

"Which has given me more than a scare but he's so freakin stubborn." She adds while looking stressed and Owen can't help but imagine all the situations Charlie must have put himself in before.

“I prefer you scared than in danger, beautiful.” He grins and kiss her lips, her facial expresions relaxing at his touch.

“Gross. Y/N, do you prefer a small wedding or a big wedding?” She can feel Charlie tense at the question, so she leans her body back to support it against him and give him a lowkey reassurance.

“I hadn't really thought about it, but I know that my almost mother-in-law has been planning it all her life so you should check with her.”

His mom. Y/N is right, as always. His mom is their biggest shipper and the wedding is probably something she’ll want to be an importart part of, maybe way more than with his brothers since she adores the girl as much as her own kids, and the fact that his girlfriend is even more aware of that fact than him makes him smile.

“Do you love it when someone refers you as ‘her boyfriend’?”

“Always. Especially if it's her. She has that little knack of saying it whenever she can and it’s the most adorable thing in the world.”

“Oh I thought she was just showing it off to me because she was intimidated by our chemistry. I don't feel so special anymore.” Charlie chuckles and sends a secret air kiss to his friend, who just smirks and fakes to blush.

“How would you handle it if you thought another man was hitting on her?” Owen asks the guitarist raising an eyebrow.

“She usually takes care of that situations, her method is to take me by the shirt and kiss me hard on the lips. I’m never going to complain about that.” Charlie says smirking and blushing.

“We are a celebrity couple, for better or for worse. I’m not having him in a fight when I can just kiss that beautiful lips and solve the problem.” Charlie smiles as he wraps his girlfriend in his arms, so she can't see his face with the next question.

“What do you dream of your marriage? Mmm, let’s go with Y/N.”

“Anything will be perfect if I spend it with the man of my life. My Char is my everything and my biggest dream is to live my whole life laughing by his side.” Owen pretends to vomit as Charlie fills her with kisses under the ear, clearly moved by her answer.

“Let’s get to someting less cheesy because I really can’t with you both anymore. Has anyone ever tried to break your relationship?”

Charlie rolls his eyes and thinks for a moment. “Yes. We were like seventeen, and this guy from hockey had this big crush on her, so he tried to flirt with her many times even though everyone knew she was my girlfriend, until one day that he made her too uncomfortable and things escalated between him and me. Luckily my brothers intervened before something else happened because he was much bigger than me. I would have totally lost.” He chuckles while his girlfriend turns to see his face and gives him another sweet kiss on the corner of his lips.

“Yes guys, they are this annoying all the time. How do I survive? A lot of yoga. Next question, If three guys are standing, and you have been blindfolded, then how would you recognize him? Guys we actually did this like three days ago on set.”

“It was awesome! We put my bandana on her eyes and since it had my smell she couldn't be guided by that to choose.” Charlie explains excited.

“We got the three of us, first Jeremy then Charlie and then me in front of her, then she began to lightly touch Jer's hand. Then she went to Charlie's, it didn't take her a minute to recognize him and she took him from the hair and draw him to her lips, it was actually a pretty smooth and risky move, I’ll give you a point for that, prodigy brat.”

“Char's body inadvertently reacts to mine. It was pretty easy to tell the difference, especially after touching Jeremy's hand.” She turns her head to give Charlie a soft kiss on the lips and then Owen starts laughing like crazy and telling her to come see a specific comment.

She gets up and goes to sit next to him, Owen changes the camera so that now they are the ones in the image and she begins to read aloud. “Charlie I could give you my... Oh my god!” Owen continues laughing, resting his head on his friend who simply watches the screen in shock.

“Thank god Charlie doesn’t know how to read.” Owen, who was just recovering from his giggling fit, laughs again as Charlie giggles and sticks his tongue out at his girlfriend.

"Who needs to read when you look this hot with sleeveless shirts." He jokes while winking at his partner, which seems to melt in front of the camera that is still pointing directly at her.

“The man has a point. Okay, Y/N move your ass back there I’m still in charge of this show. Would you prefer a silver or gold ring?”

She makes sure to move off the screen and sticks her middlefinger at Owen before heading back to her place with her boyfriend. “Good and really random question.” She smirks, not making contact with her boyfriend. “I don't have a preference, but I would love Char to design it. Obviously with the correct guidance, but yeah he choosing every detail and then explaining to me why he choose it would be the dream.”

Charlie smiles. He was already imagining something like this after so many years of gifting and has already been visiting the jewelry store several times to make sure he designed the perfect ring for his girl, a slight feeling of pride filling him.

“Which series does she thinks resembles your relationship?”

“She loves Boy Meets World and see a lot of us in Cory and Topanga. I can totally see it too, after all they too have known each other their whole lives and have a bond as strong as ours.”

“Well that explains why she’s always telling me ‘Life is though, get a helmet’ instead of actually help me.” She grins at the memory of Charlie’s last prank on Owen a couple of days ago, it was really good since she secretly helped him plan it.

“Man, It wasn’t personal. I do the same with Char. I’m not going to be known for being the one ruining prank war. Take it to the end of the road, if you need me to take you idiots out of jail I totally will... eventually.”

“My girl, everyone. Isn’t she awesome?” He watches her adoringly and she blushes in response, buring her head on his neck.

“She always has this enormous energy and personality but all it takes is for you to see her for her to melt, that’s... kind of cute actually. Okay next question Stardust, What about If Charlie tells you to marry him tomorrow?”

For the thousandth time that night Y/N can feel Charlie stressing out. The fact that he planned together with Owen and Kenny all of this just to make sure he was on the same page with her is the most adorable thing in the world.

“I’m pretty sure he knows I would always say yes. He could have gotten on a plane when we were 18 and told me ‘I don't want to be without you, let's get married.’ And I would have said yes. He’s my person, I have nothing to think about, I have always known it’s him."

Now it's Charlie's turn to melt, and Owen himself can't help but smile.

Charlie's confidence in what he has planned is higher than ever, and the day when he can finally make it official is near. He has been dreaming of this day with his Y/N for years and he will finally get it.

“Well guys, that was it, give it up to my favorite couple of dumbasses and please stop asking obvious questions. Will I be Y/N’s maid of honor? Of course I will. Oh, and tune in next week to see me becoming Kenny’s new favorite after I challenge Y/N in a dance duel with I got the music. Golden star is GOING DOWN."

Thank you for reading✨

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pucksnsticksnhockeyboys · 4 years ago

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strings come attached

summary: Nolan might be your neighbor, but that doesn’t mean you can’t have a little fun.

warnings: mentions of sex, a little steam? nothing graphic by any means

word count: 3.4k

note from the writer: this is my fic for the @hockeynetwork winter fic exchange! I had @prettyboybarzal and I hope you like it!

You were convinced your neighbor hated you.

He never met your gaze when you passed him in the hallway, never said anything more than a mumbled greeting whenever you talked first, never kept up the small talk you tried so hard to make while riding the elevator together.

Nolan Patrick was convinced he loved you.

Well, not exactly. He definitely had a massive crush on you, his cute neighbor that smiled at him no matter what time of day he passed by. He only knew snippets of your life—what time you usually got home from work, the way you frequented the coffee shop down the street—but he found himself wanting to know more. He found himself wanting you.

The first time you got a taste of what Nolan’s life was like outside your apartment building, you were three drinks in at a bar to try and cheer up your friend Jess from her recent breakup. You had been focused on trying to find her someone to go home with for the night, a decent enough rebound, when your attention was dragged to a group of rowdy guys all around a booth in the corner.

“They’re cute.” Hallie announced, grinning devilishly over your shoulder. Out of interest, you turned around, following your friend’s gaze to find a group of guys that all somehow looked vaguely familiar. Then, one of the guys returned to the table with more drinks and you recognized him immediately.

“That’s my neighbor, Nolan.” You told your friends, turning back to face them in order to not get caught staring. A round of gasps and ‘shut up’s passed over the table, and you nodded as you took a sip of your drink.

“The brooding hot one?” Maddie asked excitedly, causing you to choke on your drink. The rest of the table broke out in cheers, taking your reaction as a confirmation. Part of you was worried they’d garner his attention, but you rationalize that if he didn’t acknowledge you in your apartment building then he wouldn’t even recognize you in a crowded bar. “Go talk to him!”

“Aren’t we here to get Jess laid? Why are we focusing on me?” You defended yourself, trying to shift attention to the primary goal of the evening. Jess shook her head at you, a grin on her face that told you she wasn’t going to let you get out of it.

“We can multitask.” She teased, and you groaned at their insistence. It wasn’t that you were against the idea of hooking up with someone, you just wished your friends were pushing you towards someone that didn’t live across the hall from you and avoided any and all conversation with you. You were regretting even telling them about Nolan, since all they could seem to focus on now was the fact how one wine night you had gushed about how hot he was.

“C’mon, let’s go dancing.” You sighed, pushing yourself out of the booth with a grin as your friends easily went along with your change of topic. You weren’t fooled, though, you knew they were all silently scheming ways to get you to go home—or across the hall—with Nolan.

Nolan was trying to think of ways to get you to go home with him.

You looked criminally good in the outfit you had picked for a night out, and from the moment he had spotted you with your friends he knew he wanted you. He didn’t care that he had barely said twenty words to you, you were plaguing his thoughts despite him sitting at a booth full of his teammates.

He found his opening when you left your booth to head to the dance floor, a stunning smile on your face as you laughed with your friends. He could have sworn he heard you over the crowd, though it was probably too loud, he couldn’t help the way his focus was solely on you.

He waited, watching for the perfect moment to get up and he found it only two songs later. He wasted no time in ditching his teammates in the middle of Travis’ story—one that he had heard a dozen times already—to cross the room to where you were moving your hips to the beat of the music.

You had felt Nolan’s gaze on you the entire time you were dancing, but even if you hadn’t, Hallie had pointed it out no less than three times since you hit the dance floor. You shrugged her off, doing your best to avoid looking in Nolan’s direction as best you could to try and convince your friends that absolutely nothing was going to happen with him.

You spoke too soon, it seemed, because suddenly Maddie was sending you a smirk before disappearing with Hallie and Jess into the crowd. You didn’t even have time to question their sudden departure when a hand settled on your waist from behind, standing close but not pressed against you, and without looking you knew exactly who it was.

“Can I?” His deep voice mumbled in your ear, him having bent down so that his lips brushed against the shell of your ear as he spoke. You nodded, and with your confirmation that his touch was okay—welcomed, even—you finally felt the press of him behind you, both hands settling on your waist to tug you gently back into him.

This was far from the Nolan you knew from your apartment building, but you weren’t going to object to his attention and quickly resumed your previous movements of swaying your hips to the music, only now you were grinding back against him. He was appreciative of the action, if the quiet, low groan he let out and the way his grip tightened slightly was any indication.

You were there for Jess, but maybe she had a point about multitasking.

“I think that’s the first time you’ve started the conversation.” You teased, feeling bold by him making the first move. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about him between your sheets before, but you had been under the impression that he didn’t want to talk to you. Now, though, you knew his jeans were feeling a little tighter than usual and you’d be able to use that to your advantage.

“Okay, I think I’ve earned that one.” He chuckled lowly, his chest rumbling against you from behind. It was a welcomed feeling, one that had you starting to feel flushed all over. “Couldn’t help myself tonight, though.”

“And why is that?” You teased, playing coy to see where that got you. It got you exactly what you wanted, apparently, because he used his strength to twist you around so your front was pressed to his and you could feel exactly why he couldn’t help himself. He was half hard already, and with that knowledge a devilish smirk found its way onto your face.

“You know exactly why.” That was your tipping point, his words sending a warmth through you that you welcomed. You knew you needed to get out of the bar, everything you wanted to do to him requiring locked doors and thick walls.

Maybe Nolan did hate you, but something about the way he looked as if he wanted to devour you made you question that conclusion. The air felt electric around you, and you couldn’t find it in you to care that your friends were very obviously watching you from the bar to see you interact with Nolan.

“I’d ask if you want to go back to your place or mine, but they’re kind of the same place.” You said boldly, throwing caution to the wind and reaching up to press your palms against his chest as his hands gripped your waist even tighter. You let out a shuddering breath as Nolan ducked his head down to whisper in your ear, lips brushing against your skin ever so slightly once more.

“We can decide in the car.”

And with that, he slipped his hand into yours and began pulling you in the direction of the bar’s exit, barely giving you the chance to process what had just happened. You knew it was probably a bad idea, to go home with your neighbor for a night of sex that would surely lead to months of awkward encounters in the hallway. But the moment he set his hand high on your thigh in the back of the Uber, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

Luckily, the ride was short and filled with the thick anticipation of what was going to happen behind closed doors. You had thought that the closed doors meant the ones in either of your apartments, but the second you were alone in the elevator he had you pressed against the wall. His grip was tight on your waist as he ducked his head down, nose nudging against yours for a moment as he waited to see how you would react, giving you a moment to back out if you felt like it.

You made the first move, tilting your head up just slightly to connect your lips in a heated kiss as he somehow got closer to you, crowding you into the back of the elevator and leaving no space between the two of you. His tongue swiped across your bottom lip and you readily gave him the access he was in search of.

You were interrupted by the elevator doors opening with a ding, the sound dragging a low groan of distaste from Nolan’s lips as he pulled apart reluctantly. You couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together at the sound, searching for relief before Nolan’s arm was around your waist and he pulled you down the hall.

He made the executive decision to use his apartment, digging his keys out of his pocket and shoving them into the lock in record time. You glanced over at your own door across the hall, reminding yourself once more what you were getting yourself into—whether this would be a one night stand or if it would become a regular thing—you were hooking up with your neighbor.

But then he was pulling you into his apartment and his lips were attached to your neck, fingers dipping under the hem of your shirt and suddenly your mind was completely made up.

At least the walk of shame home would be a short one.

And apparently, the walk back was even quicker.

Your one night stand with Nolan turned into a regular thing, finding time more often than not to end up in the other’s bed. You chalked it up to convenience, nothing better than a booty call that lived ten steps away, but there were moments when it felt like more than that. Sometimes, when Nolan would text you late at night to see if you were awake, it wouldn’t be sex that he was after. Sometimes, it would be a movie and some snacks after a particularly long roadie.

Sometimes, you didn’t know which you preferred more.

But you were still just hooking up, a no strings attached relationship turning into a friends with benefits situation the more you got to know him. Still, there were boundaries you had yet to cross—like mixing friend groups.

You hadn’t meant for it to happen, and neither did Nolan, but coincidences happened and just as you were leaving your apartment to pick up some dinner he was getting off the elevator with some of teammates, a box of pizza and a case of beers in their possession.

“Guys night?” You made small talk as you locked up your apartment. They all quieted down as they spotted you, but with your back turned you missed the way Nolan’s cheeks flushed brighter as his teammates shot teasing looks in his direction. There wasn’t a person in the Flyers locker room that didn’t know that Nolan was crushing on his neighbor, a fact that Nolan himself was dreading at that very moment. He didn’t trust his teammates to not say something embarrassing, and sure enough it was only seconds before Travis opened his mouth.

“Room for one more, if you want to come over.” Travis—you knew him from one of Nolan’s many stories about the road—suggested as if it was his apartment he was inviting you to. You shot Nolan a look, trying to decipher the look in his eyes to decide how to handle the situation.

“I don’t want to intrude if you guys are all hanging out, maybe—” The look in Nolan’s eyes was unreadable, stoic as ever, so you decided the best course of action would be to decline and stick to your original dinner plans, but yet another teammate stepped up and talked for Nolan.

“Come on,” He called with a wide smile and heavy Massachusetts accent. “We’ve got pizza.” You chuckled at his coercion, but extended a look to Nolan before you decided anything. This time, he was wearing a tiny smile, and you interpreted the look as the closest you were going to get to him inviting you over.

“As long as you’ve got pizza.” You sighed dramatically, relenting as if it was a terribly hard choice. A round of playful cheers went up around the group, and you joined them as they all shuffled into the apartment. You hung back slightly, following Nolan into his kitchen to get plates for everyone in order to get him alone. “If you want me to leave, I can. I know this isn’t exactly what we do.”

“I want you to stay.” Nolan told you, giving you a look as if he was confused by you questioning it. A feeling eerily similar to butterflies erupted in your stomach, but you did your best to ignore them and move on, not willing to confront what they meant at the current moment. He seemed to sense your apprehension, because he set the plates on the counter and cupped your face, pressing a quick and intimate kiss to your forehead. “Stay for me?”

Oh, you were screwed.

After that night, you spent more time with Nolan than without. A Flyers game calendar made its way onto your fridge, you found yourself watching more games than you ever thought you would. Nolan had weaseled his way into every aspect of your life with nothing more than a smile and a ‘come over’ mumbled through the phone—he had developed a habit of calling you instead of just a text, something you hadn’t realized you loved so much until he started doing it.

You were falling, hard and fast, but by the time you had admitted that to yourself you had already settled into a routine of being just friends—with benefits—with him. You hated that you were so invested in him, because with him came a whole hockey team, and suddenly you found yourself pacing your living room while the Flyers lost terribly. You were hoping that they at least wouldn’t get shut out, but as the final buzzer sounded through your television the team skated off frustrated and defeated, five to nothing.

Your phone buzzed not long after the game ended, a text from Nolan that made your heart skip a beat the moment you saw his name on your screen and stop all together once you read what it said. It was nothing more than a simple ‘stay up for me? I want to see you’, but it meant so much more. Your mind was running wild, you knew that he didn’t mean just for sex, something deep down told you that, and you wanted nothing more than to let yourself overthink.

Typing out a vague ‘door’s unlocked’ text in response, you hit send before you could talk yourself out of it. You sighed to yourself, wondering just when things got to this point; Nolan was supposed to be nothing more than a no strings attached relationship. Then things transformed into friends with benefits, and now you were stuck in something else where you were afraid that you were reading too much into things.

With a groan, you tried to get yourself to calm down. You changed into some pajamas and climbed into bed, doing your best to think of anything but Nolan and how he was due to arrive any moment. When you heard your front door open, you shut off your phone and dropped it onto your nightstand.

Nolan stopped in your doorway, and for a moment the two of you just studied each other. He looked incredibly tired, having played his hardest for forty minutes of hockey only to come up short. He must have gone home and changed, because he already was in a pair of sweatpants and t-shirt. He looked so exhausted, so worn down both physically and emotionally from the hard loss, that without much thought you pulled back the edge of your duvet next to you. He picked up on your silent message, and without further instruction he climbed into bed beside you.

You were laying on your back, and Nolan tucked his head in the crook of your neck, one arm strung across you. Your hand immediately moved to card through his hair in an instant, and he let out a contented sigh at your action. You wondered if he could hear your heart racing, if he knew how much he affected you and how you were wrapped around his finger.

Nolan wondered if you could tell how hard he had fallen for you.

He thought it was obvious. You had been the only person he wanted to spend his time with lately, and now he was going to you for comfort after games instead of just sex. If he was being honest with himself, he had never wanted just sex from you, and now that he had a taste of what it was like to be yours, he never wanted to go back.

He just needed to tell you that.

You felt the air in the room shift after a moment. You could practically hear the gears turning in Nolan’s head; he was thinking about something and if he didn’t spit it out soon you were going to overthink yourself to death.

“Are you going to talk to me?” You questioned quietly, voice barely above a whisper but seemingly a scream in the otherwise silent room. Nolan hummed in response, vibrating against you from where he was pressed against you in an attempt to buy himself time to answer. Pulling back slightly, you pressed a kiss to his hairline, an action that you hoped would spur him on.

“I don’t want this to end.” He mumbled lowly, securing his arm around you tighter. You froze under the implication of his words, what it would mean going forward. All you knew was that you didn’t want things to end either.

“Who says it has to?” You tried. Both of you were speaking vaguely, neither saying what you really meant despite it being obvious. Nolan shifted after you spoke, propping himself up onto his elbow beside you. You felt his gaze heavy on you, and with every ounce of strength you had you forced yourself to meet his stare.

“But I don’t want to be just friends.” His voice was low and serious and in a subconscious move you reached a hand out to grab his shirt in an attempt to get closer to him. He was so close to saying it, saying what you wanted to hear about you and him and you and him and your relationship together.

“I don’t either.” The words left you in a whisper, barely audible. It was enough for Nolan, though, because in a moment his hand was on your jaw, thumb brushing across your cheek in an action so tender you felt yourself melt. And then his lips were on yours in a kiss so soft you felt yourself falling for him all over again.

You were gripping his shirt tightly, even after he pulled back slightly and dropped his forehead against yours. Even with the close contact, you could see the smile on his face. Your heart was hammering in your chest—the kiss, the confession, and your newfound relationship was almost too much.

“You know, I thought you hated me at first.” You told him. Nolan let out a laugh, one arm wrapping around you before he used his weight to flip the both of you so he was on his back and you were laying on his chest.

Nolan wondered if you could hear his heart racing, if you knew how much you affected him and how he was wrapped around your finger. He had been, for a while, and he had a feeling he would be for much longer.

Hating you was never an option.

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omgsomeonesomewhereonearth · 4 years ago

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I'll Write This Scene a Thousand Times - Ch1

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Ship: Moceit (Janus/Patton)

Warnings: Alcohol, Implied sex, one-night stand, rumours and scandal, swearing, I would recommend a 16+ readership, but since this isn't actually explicit I guess use your discretion?

Summary: For all accounts and purposes, Patton Hart should have been able to make it through his twenties in the music industry without coming face to face with a scandal. The perfect package of talented and adorable, with family connections to boot, all he'd had to do was keep out of trouble, and he was good at that.

He hadn't counted on running into Janus Lyre. The beautiful, frustrating, devil-may-care actor evidently has some sort of effect on Patton, driving him to make the sort of mistake that never would have crossed his mind previously. Now, with their faces plastered across the internet and fledgling careers on the line, the two of them need to keep the lie of their fleeting relationship sustained.

‘The sweetheart and the snake’ - has Janus Lyre found a new ‘Hart’ to break?

Less than an hour after being photographed at the premiere for his own movie, the young star was seen at a swanky downtown nightclub - guess that’s one flick we won’t be catching!

But, dear readers, that’s not the most interesting part. With Lyre’s turbulent record over his few years of fame, one might say playing hooky is just a minor infraction for the beloved bad boy, but the same can’t be said for the cutie hanging off his arms in those photos! Some of you might have already recognised those cute brown curls and sunshine grin, and as hard as it may be to believe that is indeed Patton Hart.

The youngest son of now retired singer Ophelia Hart has made quite a name for himself recently, with his sugary sweet lyrics and impossibly innocent persona - impossibly being the operative word. Is the golden boy finally rebelling? Or had there always been a darker side to Hart, hidden behind the saccharine pastel branding?

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Logan Wright: Just saw the news. Need to talk immediately. Send me your location, I can arrange for you to be picked up safely.

Logan Wright: Patton please pick up my calls

Logan Wright: I’m sure I don’t have to tell you how urgent this is??

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Patton groaned around the headache coursing through his skull as he paced the wooden floors of the darkened bedroom, willing the phone in his hand to be still long enough for him to figure out what to do.

This had to be a bad dream.

Patton Hart was not the kind of guy to wake up in another man’s bed with a bad hangover, barely any memories of the previous night, a hundred missed calls from his manager, and compromising pictures of himself spread all over the internet.

Maybe if he just crossed his fingers real hard and opened up twitter again, it would all just be gone and he would wake up in his own home, sans migraine, and everything would be just fine.

Nope. Patton’s own besotted face was the very first thing that greeted him as he opened the app, gazing up at Janus Lyre of all people. He felt like he was looking at a stranger as he flicked through the images despite his own surmounting dread. He watched this weirdly confident version of himself, practically draping himself over a man he barely knew, grinning as Janus leaned in to whisper in his ear, kissing him in the street outside the nightclub, his own unfamiliar hands running through long dark locks, wandering down to lithe waist and hips, pulling their bodies even closer.

Patton felt sick. He had to call Logan, he knew that. Logan knew how to fix things, he would handle this.

Then again, Patton had never given him something like this to fix before.

The tweets underneath the photos ranged between a variety of reactions, from confused, to shocked, to disgusted to “always knew Patton Hart had a dirty side”, to “Can’t wait to see how long Janus keeps this one around.”

To be perfectly honest, all of them made the sea of dread and nausea in Patton’s gut rise and lurch.

“This is so bad,” he muttered to the figure that had just appeared in the doorway, glass of water in hand.

“Oh is it? Is it really? Oh, thank you so much for telling me, I would definitely have forgotten just how ‘bad’ this was if you weren't here to remind me.”

Janus Lyre was infuriatingly cool, in a way that no one really had a right to be in the mornings - let alone on this morning. Somehow, even in sweatpants, with his tousled hair tied back in a low ponytail, he managed to make Patton feel awkwardly underdressed for having put his own clothes back on. His smudged eyeliner, a relic of the night, only added to the effect of his condescending eyeroll.

Regardless, Patton was grateful to accept the water, and the aspirin that was dropped into his palm with it. At least he was a gracious host, all things considered.

He sat gingerly on the edge of the bed, sipping slowly as he picked at a rip in his rumpled jeans. He could feel the weight of Janus’ eyes on him, but he didn’t want to look up. It felt like he’d be doing something wrong, shameful even, to be looking at the other man right now, despite all that had already transpired between them.

He didn’t know Janus, not really, but he had known of him. At least, he’d known he was bad news. He was an incredible actor, from what Patton had heard, and had managed to flourish in the past couple of years despite his young age and apparent lack of industry connections.

…Unfortunately, his incredible acting wasn’t all that he was known for. Janus’ name frequently popped up with regards to his sardonic responses to the press, disregard for convention, insulting important names in the industry, and generally being considered trouble.

Patton had often wondered how the man hadn’t been blacklisted yet. He never thought he’d end up tangled up with him in any way, much less this literally.

“Well, I’m sorry, but I don’t think you’re getting how serious this is,” he protested, “I - I just don’t understand how - there are pictures, Janus, everywhere, I have so many calls-”

Janus looked almost amused, as he leaned casually against the curtained windows, quirking an eyebrow at Patton.

“Oh dear, not pictures !” he mocked, “I take it this is your first time getting caught ‘ in flagrante’?”

“Wha- yes, of course!” Patton flushed.

“Well, don’t worry then, the first time is always the hardest,” Janus responded lightly, seeming as though he was getting quite bored with the conversation, and by extension, with Patton.

“I don’t exactly intend there to be a second time, just so you know,” Patton snapped,” I didn’t even intend for there to be a first time, quite frankly-”

Janus did look amused at this, grinning smugly as he replied, “Oh, is that right? You and I appear to remember last night very differently.”

“I’d really rather not talk about last night, thanks.”

“I’d happily talk about anything else. You are the one that keeps bringing it up,” Janus shrugged, before turning on his heel to face the window, tugging the curtain open by the corner, just enough to invite in a thin stream of light.

Patton might struggle with nuance sometimes, but even he understood that - Janus had got the last word in, and now he was done talking.

He huffed in annoyance, but it didn’t stop his traitorous eyes from following the graceful movement, tracing the dark lines of the tattoo that marked Janus’ light brown skin, a massive serpent that coiled and looped all over one side of his slender frame, seeming almost to writhe, hypnotically, with the slightest movement.

Patton tore his eyes away quickly, tugging self consciously at his own sweater sleeves. The cool water had helped slightly, but he could feel the dread settling in his stomach again. He didn’t belong in this situation, having wild midnight trysts with ridiculously pretty men, and whatever confidence the alcohol had apparently given him last night had evaporated, leaving him utterly unprepared for light, flirtatious morning-after banter.

“Um, well,” he cleared his throat and stood up, “I should probably go now, and call my manager to fix all this. Thank you for, er - the water, and last night, I guess, and I wish you all the best, of course.”

Janus didn’t even turn around to respond, “Oh, and I don’t suppose you’ll need transportation arranged?”

“No thank you, I can find my way-”

“And give the press an opportunity to catch you leaving the den of the snake? In the same clothes you entered in, no less?”

“I-”

Luckily, Patton didn’t have to come up with a clever response, because Logan - his dear, wonderful, manager Logan - decided to call him at that very moment.

“...I have to take this.” he muttered triumphantly, turning around to lift the phone to his ear, “Hi, Logan, I am so, so, sorry - I meant to call you, I just-”

“No time,” Logan’s phone voice was as always, clipped and professional, and he got straight to the point, “I need to see you. Immediately. There is much to discuss. I trust you’ve had enough foresight to remain at Lyre’s residence and not step outside?”

“I - I’m still here, yep.” Patton blushed.

“Good. I’m sending a car, don’t leave the building until it arrives. And bring Lyre with you, please.”

“You want to meet Janus?”

“The subject I need to discuss with you also concerns him, so yes.”

“Oh- um, okay, I’ll bring him. Um, do you need an address?”

“No need, I have it.”

“Already? How?”

“That is my job, Patton.”

“Right, right, fair enough. Okay, I’ll see you.”

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Patton had a flashback to middle school - the one time he was sent to see the principal for bad behaviour - as he knocked nervously on the door to Logan’s office.

“Come in.”

He heard a scoff from behind him as he took a deep breath, preparing to open the door - it had been a struggle to get Janus to come along.

Just as he’d expected - and feared - Logan was wearing his “I am a professional and thus I am not going to get upset” face. What he hadn’t expected, was that this look didn’t seem directed at him.

Leaning back in the chair next to Logan’s, high heeled boots on the desk, was a man that Patton had never seen before - and between the half-black, half-silver mullet, curled moustache, and bright green glitter, he was pretty sure he’d remember if he had.

His eyes skipped over Patton entirely before settling on Janus and lighting up.

“J-Anus!” he cackled, “Thanks for not picking up any of my calls from last night, asshole!”

“Remus, good to see you,” Janus sighed, “Looks like your mummy called my mummy,” he whispered loudly to Patton.

To Remus, he said, “I do apologise, Remus, I turned my phone off because I was busy not watching the movie I was in. I’m sure you understand.”

“Ahem,” Logan interrupted, “Mr Lyre, thank you for coming in, Patton, this is Remus Rey, Mr Lyre's manager. Please take a seat, Remus and I have much to discuss with you.”

Patton waved politely at Remus, who winked back.

“Well first things first, I’d like to say congratulations to you both-”

“Remus.”

“-But that was nasty fucking trick you pulled there, Jay! You promised me you’d stop disappearing from important events! You know how much work I have to do to clear that shit up?”

Janus shrugged like a petulant teenager. “Got bored.”

“I really am sorry for putting this on you, Logan.” Patton could see Logan’s knuckles tightening, a familiar tenseness in his jaw, that telegraphed that he was Not Having a Good Time.

“That’s - not to worry, Patton,” a twitch had started to develop in his right eye, “technically speaking, this is - my job.”

“And he’s pretty damn good at it if he’s managed to keep you out of trouble this long eh, Patty?” Remus cracked in, “I mean, for what it’s worth, I always knew there was more to you, but the two of you really had the rest of those idiots fooled, huh?”

“Um…”

“ Anyways,” Logan interrupted through gritted teeth, “Whilst the two of you were missing in action, so to speak…”

Patton sunk a little deeper in his seat. He wasn’t looking at him, but he was pretty sure he could feel Janus roll his eyes from beside him.

“...Remus and I had a chance to sit down and decide how to deal with this in a way that will benefit both parties.”

“ Oh, how fascinating, do tell .”

Logan, apparently much better equipped at dealing with smart-ass comments than Patton, ignored Janus entirely.

“Now, the two of you may have your reservations, but I request that you please hear us out before rejecting the matter entirely.”

“Of Course we’ll hear you out!”

“ ...Yes, because that request didn’t raise any suspicions at all.”

“Remus and I think the best way to spin this current...situation to our advantage, would be with a relationship contract.”

There was a silence in the room for a minute as the full meaning of Logan’s words settled in. Well, a silence accompanied by Remus tapping out a rhythm on the edge of Logan’s desk with his - admittedly fabulous - acrylic nails. After what felt like a full minute he grinned at them.

“Pretty good, huh? It was my idea.”

”Yes, well, I cannot exactly deny that Remus was the one to suggest that,” Logan grumbled, “However, I do support it entirely, and am happy to proceed with your consent.”

“You want us to...date?”

“They want us to pretend to date,” Janus interjected, “A few staged photos, attend events on my arm, everyone thinks this was a sweet little lover’s outing and not a drunken fling.”

“See, I told you mine was smart!” Remus grinned proudly at Logan.

“...Indeed,” Logan nodded at Janus, “I understand you might have your compunctions, but this is the best way for us to spin this into something... close to brand-appropriate, for Patton. And as for you, Mr Lyre-”

“We’re hoping we can make it look like you’re finally setting down, starting to behave yourself, or some horseshit like that,” Remus cut in, “I gotta keep you booked somehow, Jan-Jan.”

Another long silence filled the room - and even Remus stayed quiet for this one. Patton stared at his lap. He didn’t exactly feel great about this sort of thing, but Logan had said it was the only way. And heck, this sort of stuff happened all the time in this line of work, he knew that. Right?

Janus spoke up first.

“How long would this contract be, exactly?”

“We were thinking one year,” came Logan’s reply.

A whole year?

"I assume there are rules?"

"Behave as though you're in a relationship, perform for the camera when necessary, and if you intend to have outside relations, do try to keep them private - or better yet, don't."

“...I’m amenable,” Janus said finally.

And then, Patton could feel three sets of eyes on him, waiting for a response. Logan, calm and expectant, as ever hiding his impatience behind professionalism. Remus, toothy-grinned, leaning forward as if he was watching a sports match.

And Janus. For the first time with sober eyes, Patton levelled his own gaze with Janus’. His face was as inscrutable as ever, but Patton could feel the unspoken challenge behind his mismatched eyes. Asking him whether Patton Hart could handle something like this. Or worse, outright stating that he couldn’t.

…Or maybe Janus wasn’t thinking any of that and it was just Patton’s own loopy consciousness egging him on. Either way, the words slipped out of his mouth before he even thought them.

“I’ll do it.”

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kaiparker-avengerssmut · 4 years ago

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Their Doll 8

Let me in

B.Barnes x Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

series synopsis: y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

Series Warnings: smut, violence, torture, swearing

Chapter Summary: y/n gets emotional

Warnings: swearing, feelings

A/n: The timeline in this has been altered, as there I things I wanted to include but I also wanted this fic to follow the storyline/timeline of Winter Soldier and Civil war.So for purposes of this fanfic, Peter Parker was discovered by Tony at a much younger age - when he was bitten - and has been an intern with him since, almost like a protégée.(For the purposes of this story Peter was bitten much younger too - more like when he was 9 or ten rather than 14/15)

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Life at the tower was...tiring, to say the least. During my free time I often found myself in the gym, lobbing knives at a target and trying my hardest not to biting one in Steve's chest every time he would correct my technique. When I wasn't trying to murder the avenger in cold blood, I was usually dragged into things by the other: briefings and debriefing for missions I'd never go on, my dad's parties, group training sessions and study periods with Bruce in his labs to name a few.

But for now, I was huddled in my rooms - fresh out of a hot shower after a brutal two hour training session and four mile run with Natasha - curled up on my bed and attempting to catch up on a few of the films I'd missed. But the exhaustion and drowsiness clouded my eyes, the noise from the TV merely in the background as I felt my eyes growing heavier by the second.

A sharp knock at the door snapped my out of my lowsey state, the people movie across the screen simple a blur of colour as my eyes darted past the tv and over to the door.

"Mr Stark is waiting at your door. Would you like me to let him in?" FRIDAY's evenly calm voice chimed, making me groan and mumble a 'no' into my pillows. The last person I wanted to see right now was my dad.

"Come on kid, let me in." My dad called from the other side of the door, and I could practically hear him roll his eyes and shake his head when I stayed silent. When he spoke again, it wasn't directed at me. "FRIDAY, override command and open the door."

"Wait! That's hardly fair!" I whined like a five year old, groaning again when the door swung open and my dad stood on the other side, quite clearly just as exhausted as I was.

"Get used to it, kiddo. Life isn't fair." Tony chided, walking over to my bed. I tried to shuffle away slightly when I felt the bed dip, my dad perching on the edge as his eyes scanned over the room. "I see you haven't decorated yet." He commented casually, as if nothing had ever happened between us.

"Yeah, well, I thought It'd be a shame to spend so much time on something when you're probably waiting to kick me out anyway." I mumbled, refusing to look at him.

"What the hell is wrong with you, y/n? Ever since you got back you've been-"

"Acting different?" I cut in, and when Tony simply swallowed thickly I nodded. "Funny that, seeing as I was kidnapped and tortured for three years. Not to mention made to kill people for another year after that."

"Y/n I'm sorry..."

"But you're not! You can't be, otherwise you'd actually have tried to save me, rather than leaving me to rot!" My voice cracked, tears pricked at my eyes and I now sat up straight in my bed, facing my dad but not looking him in the eye. "And you can't change that, you can't go back in the past and fix your mistake. And trying to fix it now sure as hell won't work, so I suggest you leave before I'm tempted to use you as my target for my training session tomorrow." I raised my voice, eyes now keeping his captive as the tears rolled freely down my cheeks.

"Oh, kid, they broke you." Tony murmured, cupping my cheek with his hand, eyes swimming with sorrow. Sorrow that I didn't want.

"You can't fix me either, because I'm not broken!" I said harsher now, voice only getting louder. "I don't need to be fixed..." I trailed off, voice barely above a whisper Joe as my eyes broke the contact, averting to my lap as the tears dropped onto the bed sheets.

That's how I found myself in my fathers arms, face pressed against his shoulder as the sobs made my body shake, hiccups escaping me as I tried to speak.

"A-all I needed W-was my D-dad, and yo- you took him f-from me!" I wailed, hands clutching my dad's shirt and his arms wrapped protectively around my shoulder, hands rubbing circles over my back soothingly.

"I know, kiddo. I'm sorry."

...

"Who is that?" Clint frowned, staring at the pictures scattered over the table in front of Natasha and Steve as they studied them deeply, brows creased in thought.

"Our newest pain in the ass." Tony answered for them, slapping a thick folder down in front of Clint as he said so. The marksman was quick to pick it up, flicking through the documents, news stories and information sheets greedily.

"The...winter soldier?" He asked, looking at the three superheroes in front of him as if they'd gone mad. "But he's a ghost story!"

"I've seen him. Been shot by him, actually." Nat said, an sadistically proud smirk forming on her lips with her last words, almost as if it were an achievement.

"We're trying to find out more about him, maybe that way we can beat him." Steve explained, sitting back in his chair with crossed arms as he huffed in defeat, sick to death with staring at the same five pictures all morning.

Y/n walked in, a skip in her step as she crossed the room to Tony.

"Morning, dad." She greeted, placing a quick kiss to his cheek and heading over to the cupboard to grab a mug. Clint and Natasha frowned in confusion, looking between the two as if they'd witnessed pigs fly.

Tony shrugged, y/n too preoccupied with making herself a coffee to notice the avengers' reactions. When her coffee was done, y/n swiped her mug from under the machine and sipped happily, letting out a content sigh before wandering over to stand behind Natasha.

"What are you working on?" She asked, peering over the spy's shoulder to get a glimpse of the pictures.

A loud smash crashed through the room, Tony's eyes widening in shock and Natasha jumping from her seat in order to not get covered in spilt coffee. Y/n stood paralysed, eyes never leaving the photo in front of her as she started at the Soldier. Steve frowned deeply, studying the girl as her eyes glossed over with with what seemed to be...sadness.

Clint was already at her side, a comforting hand on her shoulder as they all asked y/n what had happened and if she was alright. It was like a constant ringing in her ear interrupted their words before they reached her ears, and y/n suddenly felt nauseous as she starred at the bright red star on the soldier's arm, his long and messy dark hair shrouding his face and his leather clad, muscular body. Only his cerulean blue eyes could be seen, the rest of his face covered in a black mask she didn't usually see him in.

"I-I need some air." She stuttered, stumbling blindly out of the room and down the stairs, tipping over a few steps from the bottom and tumbling down the last few. She quickly pulled herself to her feet, hearing still ringing and vision offset, hazy, as she scrambled for the double glass doors. Luckily they already stood open, so she flew through them and out into the busy streets of New York.

Y/n found herself colliding will someone almost instantly, angry shouts of 'hey, watch it!' And 'look where the fuck you're going, kid!' Being called after her like a chorus as she pushed through the bustling people.

She finally stopped, dropping to her knees and simply staring straight ahead, no intended subject in her line of vision as she tried to comprehend the-the grief, at seeing the a soldier's face again.

It had only been two weeks, and yet two weeks without him, his touch, his scent - it felt like an eternity to y/n now. She hasn't registered what her feeling meant for him before, liking him beyond a source of comfort had just felt...wrong, after all he'd done, and yet y/n couldn't deny it.

She was in love with the Winter Soldier, and she didn't even know his name.

...

I wasn't aware of when someone had found me, nor of how they got me back to the tower or even how I was now stood staring blankly out of the window that stood next to my bed. I gazed longingly, almost as if I stared long enough, hard enough, he'd appear.

But of course he wouldn't, he was probably half way across the world, knowing HYDRA. A soft knock on my door and my head was turning, facing my visitor with a look of pure grief and want. Desperate, unhinged want that could eat you up from inside out and you'd still feel it.

"Hey, y/n. Can I talk to you for a moment?" Nat asked tentatively, clearing trying to to disturb my shaken up state. I nodded, offering a small smile which she returned as I now faced her. She walked up to me, talking my hands him hers and playing with the as she spoke, eyes kind and full of understanding.

"There's a mission, and we want you to go." She said calmly, almost as if the mere thought of it would send me into some kind of heart attack.

"Okay," I begun, eyes flitting down to the floor before back up again. "What is it? Aren't you scared that I'm still HYDRA and all I'd do is stab someone in the back?"

"Not exactly." Nat informed me with a smile, amusement glinting in her eyes at my assumption. "For starters, we all trust you, well maybe not steve - but everyone else does." Nat and I both laughed slightly. "And I think you wouldn't have it any other way it to go on the mission yourself." Nat finished.

"How come?" I asked, brow raised.

"There's been a lead..." she started. "On the winter soldier. We thought you might want to help check it out, possibly capture him. Your powers may be the best chance we have a detaining someone as strong as him." Nat spoke. "And if we can detain him.."

"We can save him." I finished.

"Exactly."

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yvaineseleneposts · 3 years ago

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The Troubadour

Requested: no

A/N: This has to be my longest piece ever! I hope it was worth the wait and that you enjoyed it. There could be a few mistakes in there both in English and Italian, sorry in advance. I loved writing this, it wasn’t exactly what I wanted but I am a perfectionist and I have rewritten this about 5 times. I just needed to post it now!

Pairing: OC!Diana Bianchi & Damiano David

Words: 3k

Warning(s): swearing, drinking, smoking (I mean it’s the 70s…), smoking weed, my Italian (I have been studying this beautiful language for three years now but people make mistakes)

West Hollywood, California // Mid-January 1972

Red eyes.

Sweaty foreheads.

That is all Diana would see when they screamed at her. “CAN I GET TWO BEERS AND A COKE PLEASE?!”

Working behind the bar was not her dream job. Diana remembered it like it was yesterday, she and her friend Tami had gone to The Troubadour to celebrate the weekend when she saw a “help wanted” poster. It was a godsend. Diana applied there and then and not long after she found herself behind the bar, handing out drinks to people who looked like they were having the best time of their lives. Another plus side was the fact that she could attend the concerts of all the artists and bands for free.

Obviously, there were also downsides to this job. For example, Diana couldn’t go out and live her teenage years. She isn’t allowed to drink (too much) on the job and the hours aren’t exactly great. The pay is okay though and the tips are even better. Half of the people don’t even know how much they are giving and walk off like they didn’t just hand you 20 for an eight dollar drink. She doesn’t complain much about her job but she does feel left behind sometimes. Like when Tami or her other friend chat about some weird adventure they had the night before and who they met or kissed. Diana felt like she missed out on a lot of things but she had no other choice.

Her parents had kicked her out when she was 15. Diana moved in with her grandmother and lived with her for a while until she passed away. She has been living alone in her grandmother’s old apartment ever since. A few friends had moved in with her but then moved out again when they had found a better place to live. So it was just Diana paying the rent for the place.

“CAN I GET A RUM AND COKE?!” Diana gets snapped out of her thoughts. Shit, what did he want?! She thinks to herself as she stares at the intoxicated man. “SORRY?!” She shouts back over the loud music. At least she had another reason for not hearing the man. “RUM AND COKE!” That is all the man yells before turning his band to her so he could face the stage. Some weird indie band is playing tonight. Diana wasn’t really into it and honestly couldn’t wait until her boss would send her home for the night. She puts in a little less rum, the man will probably not even taste the difference.

The band had stopped playing somewhere around two a.m. However not all the guests had left around 2.30 which is something Diana hated the most. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy her job but after so many hours standing on her feet, she wanted nothing more than to clean up, go home and get into her warm bed.

“Diana, can you come here for a minute?” her boss asked. What was that tone, was he going to fire her?! “It’s nothing bad, don’t worry.” Pfew. Diana walked behind him into his office.

“What can I help you with, Doug?” She asked as she sat down in the very comfortable chair across from him. Doug Weston had somewhat become her parent over the last few years that she had worked here. He was always so kind to her and could always ask him for help if she needed him.

“I want to get more bands from across the sea. I want interesting people and not just the same bands playing over and over again. New talent that no one has heard of before but will become known because of this place. Inspire new talent, you know?” He was rambling on with his sales pitch as if you had any input, it was his place after all. “And seeing that you can speak more languages than I have ever could, I was wondering if you could write small pieces for newspapers in Europe that will inspire these artists to come here and get all the fame and fortune they want.”

“Sure, Doug. You know I would do anything to help this place… and you of course”, Diana said while a wide grin spread on her face. She felt like she was moving up when in reality it wasn’t a new job position. She would do anything to not have the same indie bands playing almost every night. Diana would never have imagined that she would change the lives of four individuals barely six months later, and change her own life along with it.

Rome, Italy // Mid-March 1972

“The Troubadour. The place where artists and bands from all over the world can make it or break it in the United States. It all depends on the crowd. If they love you, you can come back for an entire week! If not you will receive the money for that evening but sadly you won’t be allowed back. It’s always packed with record executives so you could get a sweet record deal out of this experience. Do you have what it takes? Sign up and good luck to everyone competing in the battle of the bands! – D. B.” Damiano finishes reading. “Ragazzi, I honestly cannot wait till we get to play there! It’s going to be veramente stupendo!”

“Bene Damiano, calm yourself. It’s less than five months away. We still have to play in this dump to even afford to go. We barely have enough money for a motel, we don’t even have the plane tickets yet!” Classic Victoria, always worrying as if she is the mother of the group. “Calmati Victoria, noi staremo bene”, Ethan jumps in. “Let’s get back to practising before we start another fight, sì?” The rest nods their head and pick up their instruments. “I was thinking, should we start with I wanna be your slave oppuro no? Is it too much?” Damiano suggest. “Oh, and for outfits, I have a few ideas?!” Thomas adds like a little kid who is excited for Christmas day. “Positivo, let’s look at those after practice”, Damiano says. Not even ten minutes later they had many up a little setlist. It was a battle of the bands so they had to at least practice 4-5 songs to play against other bands. Then if they were allowed to come back they had to prepare yet another 6 songs on top of those 5 they had already played. They could do it, they had enough songs in their database but were they going to sing their Italian songs or did they have to translate them? The members of Måneskin weren’t sure yet. Luckily for them, they had four months to think about it.

West Hollywood, California // Mid-July 1972

Diana hadn’t even woken up yet, but on the other side of the city, Måneskin had arrived at the airport. “Finalmente ci siamo. Ce l’abbiamo fatta!” Thomas exclaims. Damiano chuckles and throws an arm around Thomas’s shoulders. “Slow down, loverboy. We have not made it yet. We landed yes, but we have a long way to go from here to that stage tonight.” “How every grown-up of you, Damiano”, Victoria teases. “I bet with Ethan that you would follow the first American girl that you saw in this airport and that we wouldn’t see you until much later.” “Ha ha, molto divertente, Victoria. Sei una persona così divertente.” They continue their bickering whilst Ethan collects all of their suitcases. “Addiamo?” He finally asks the group, they all agree and make their way through the busy airport to the designated taxi area. During this, they complain about how crowded it is and how much the air smells. It is nothing like their own country but you have to take chances if you want to become famous like their dream.

Later that day

Doug had told Diana to come into work later than she usually would. It was going to be a busy night and he’d rather have her work during the performances than during the day and wear her out. So here she was around six-thirty instead of two o’clock. It felt so weird because usually when she arrives there is no line out front and now there was one to the end of the block. She passed all the people waiting in line, hearing them complain and moan as she walks up to Mario, the bouncer. He doesn’t even need to see her worker-id, as she walks in he wishes her good luck with tonight. She liked Mario, he was working here before she came and even then he had told her if she ever needed anything him and his wife had an extra bed for her. Honestly, the sweetest guy… also the toughest guy you will ever meet.

As Diana walked to the changing area to hang her coat and bag, she ran into a few participants of tonight’s show. She greeted most of them but they were too busy with themselves, the fame they hadn’t even earned yet was already rising to their heads. Before she could make her way to the bar, Doug called her over.

“Diana, come here for a second. I want to introduce you to a few people.” Classic Doug, always introducing everybody to everybody. If he believed you could make it, he would introduce you to all his workers. However, the bands did not know this, the workers would treat them a little extra. “They are from Italy as well!” As if Diana herself had moved for their, it was actually her grandparents. She could speak a little Italian but other than her last name, there was nothing Italian about her. Doug briefly introduced the members of Måneskin to Diana, who couldn’t keep her eyes off a certain member. To be quite honest she had not remembered everyone’s names and she stumbled to get her name out of her mouth. All because she was already head over heels with this handsome, tall, young Italian man.

After a couple of introduction, Diana was finally behind her bar, her safe space. Meeting Damiano had made her weak in her knees, she had never had a reaction like this before. She didn’t really pay attention to the competitors and focused on serving the people but when it was Måneskin’s turn, she started to lose focus on her work.

During most of their setlist, Damiano kept glancing over to Diana and winking at her. Or at least that’s what it felt like for Diana. However, after a rather sexy song (let’s be real most of them are) he kissed one of his male bandmates on the mouth. Now Diana is not one to judge people on who they love. She reasons that everyone should love who they want to love and receive love because of it. It wasn’t that she hated it, it kind of turned her on, but she was very confused. Had she read the signs wrong? Were there even any signs to begin with? At times like these she wanted to ask Tami for help yet she was afraid that if Tami came and tried to help her that somehow Tami’s charm would work on Damiano and Diana would still end up with nothing. No, she had to do this on her own, she decided.

After the battle of the bands was over, a few stayed behind to talk with record labels about future arrangements. Diana started cleaning up, and washing and drying a few glasses, secretly listening in on a few conversations.

“I liked what I saw out there. Let your agent call me and we will discuss your expansion in the United States.” Well, that sounded very good. Diana turned around to see who the band was that this man was talking to, but when she turned around she looked right into Damiano’s eyes.

“I have been trying to get your attention all night”, he says shyly. “Really? I thought so but I wasn’t sure”, Diana responds. Damiano raises his hand and scratches behind his head. “I was wondering, you know. If maybe- ugh. Perchè è cosi difficile?” He mutters, not looking Diana in the eyes. “Provalo in Italiano?” she suggests and Damiano’s eyes shoot up to meet hers. “Cazzo. Parli Italiano?” He looks even more nervous now. “Si, parlo Italiano.” He laughs at her answer. “Vuoi uscire domani sera?” Diana nods her head, she honestly cannot stop smiling. “I’d love to go out with you. Do you want me to pick you up at the hotel? That would be easier than you trying to find my house.” “Yeah, sure. We’re staying at the Millwood Motel, it’s not too far from the airport.” “Ah yes, I know that place. I’ll see you tomorrow then.” He leans over and kisses her cheek before leaving her to finish her work.

That night Diana barely slept. Did Damiano know any places here to take her to? Did she have to come up with a place? What if he was some weird guy? What if he was a murderer?! She sure was happy now that she didn’t give him her address. The following day she woke up around noon. She went to the kitchen and grabbed her Cona coffee maker, if she was to get through the day, she was going to need a big cup of coffee. She put water and coffee ground on the lower half of the pot and put it on the stove. She hated having to watch the coffee boil and couldn’t wait for better times when you would just have to push a button to get your coffee.

Seeing that she woke up around noon, it didn’t take long before Diana met up with Damiano. She asked him if he had anything specific in mind. Surprisingly, he did. He explained that he and his bandmates did a little sightseeing and they walked past a roller skating rink. Damiano always wanted to try that and he thought this would be perfect for their little date. Diana absolutely loved the idea and couldn’t wait till they got there.

Both of them were sad that the night had ended so quickly or so they thought. It was in fact 1 a.m. and they had already spend ten hours together. Diana brought Damiano back to the motel with her car and of course he couldn’t leave without planting a kiss on her lips. They kissed for a while before finally letting each other go. “We’ll be leaving soon”, Damiano said and looked at their intertwined hands in his lap. “Already? You just got here two days ago”, Diana complained. She just met him and now he is leaving already? She wasn’t prepared for that. She knew he was leaving at some point, he had to he didn’t live in the US, but still she had hoped for a little more time together. “Maybe we’ll come back soon. We have a meeting with our agent and that record label guy tomorrow.” “Could we meet up after? We should catch dinner together, I have another day off”, she suggested. Damiano agreed, kissed her one more time before leaving her car and making his way to his motel room.

The next day

Diana waited for Damiano in front of a large building. She was enjoying the sun on her face when she felt two arms coming from behind and hugging her on her stomach. “Ciao, amore mio. Sei adorabile oggi”, Damiano said into her ear before kissing the side of her face. “Ciao, you don’t look to bad yourself”, she said as she turned around. She grabbed his face in her hands and kissed him on his lips, his mates cheering them on in the background. “How did it go in there?” With that question Damiano’s face broke out in a wide grin. “What?” “Amore, we’re staying here in the US. We got a record deal, we will be here for the entire year!” he shouts and all five of them jump in celebration. “I was going to tell you at dinner, but I just couldn’t wait anymore. We can be together, amore.” Diana broke out in tears, nodding her head, for she had never met a man who she loved more than Damiano. Her Italian lover boy.

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imaginedisish · 4 years ago

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Devil’s Advocate (Tenet) Neil x Reader

Chapter 1: Paper Planes

A/N: Hey guys!! Here is the first chapter of the fic, “Devil’s Advocate”!!! I’m excited about this, and writing it is getting me through a lot right now, so I hope you all enjoy it too! Here ya go :)

Summary: After a traumatic experience, you are forced back into the field with Neil, but the mission is personal and possibly too close for home for you to handle. Neil helps you through it, but you’re not sure if you can get the job done.

Warnings: Violence, guns, death, drowning, injuries, angst, cursing, and yes, luckily some fluff :)

Word Count: 4,405

The weight of your cold, dark black glock settles heavily into your right hand as you pick it up off the table to your left. You secure a pair of noise cancelling headphones around the top of your head. You load the gun and cock it.

The headphones blast with music, helping you to concentrate on the man-shaped target in front of you.

Everyone’s a winner, we’re making our fame.

Bonafide hustler making my name.

You extend your gun out in front of you as you shut your left eye tightly to aim.

All I wanna do is…

BANG BANG BANG BANG

And uh, and take your money.

You lower the gun as the target pushes forward towards you. You can’t help but smile confidently as you look at the deep hole you made in center of the paper man. You reach to take it down, but a warm hand grabs onto your shoulder, squeezing you tightly, freezing you in place.

The hand twists your body slightly, just enough to make you turn around. You reach up to the top of your head and slip your off headphones, letting them rest around your neck.

A charming, wild grin pulls at Neil’s lips as his gaze meets yours. “That was bloody incredible!” He shouts. There’s a bright flash of excitement in his eyes. His hands gesture towards the hole you made in the wall. You had aimed perfectly, shooting in the exact same spot each time you pulled the trigger.

“Thanks,” You say back as your cheeks flush with heat despite the boost of confidence rushing through your veins from Neil’s praise. A compliment from Neil means a lot to you, even though you’ve known him for years. He was your closest friend and made sure to tell you the truth, even when it hurt. That honesty grounded you in the chaos of your life. He was a constant, a steadfast star in your sky.

Neil chuckles a bit as his eyes look down to the headphones hanging around your neck. You don’t hear how loud your music still is. Your mind is too focused on the sound of Neil’s laugh.

M.I.A Third World Democracy

Yeah I got more records than the KGB

So uh, no funny business!

“A bit loud, isn’t it?” Neil laughs again as he steps closer to you. He brings his hands to the back of your neck, his fingers brushing lightly against your skin as he grabs the headphones and slips them off of you.

That smile, You think before mentally slapping yourself across the face. Snap the fuck out of it.

Your feelings for him were always at the back of your throat, clawing for supremacy, climbing up to the tip of your tongue, threatening to force your mouth open to spill your guts. Somehow, even after all these years, you were able to hold back. Maybe it was because you didn’t need more than what you had with him. That was an absolute lie. Maybe it was because he never belonged to anyone else. There was no need to be jealous. Maybe it was because there was a certain, silent promise of belonging to each other despite the lack of an official relationship.

That was more like it.

Neil puts the headphones back on the table as the next song plays. The absurdly loud riff of the guitar pulls you back into reality.

Fell in love with a girl,

I fell in love once and I almost completely.

She’s in love with the world

But sometimes these feelings can be so misleading.

Blushing again, you reach into your pocket and pull out your phone to press the pause button. The music stops and you smile shyly. A creeping sense of embarrassment crawls into your stomach. You were beyond happy that Neil was able to see you in your element, and usually his presence made you feel good, but his attention was overwhelming at times. Now, the confidence that settled in before had been sucked from your soul and replaced with a racing heart and a cluttered mind.

You push thoughts of Neil to the back of your head. “So what’s up?” You ask, setting the gun on the table next to your headphones. You casually slip your hands into the pockets of your baggy jeans. You mentally acknowledge that you may be overdoing the whole ‘playing it cool’ thing in front of Neil, possibly even to the point that he might be able to see straight through your act.

“Well,” Neil pauses. His hand moves to the back of his neck. “I’ve got some news,” Neil says finally, his smirk falling from his lips. Your heart skips a beat. He looks unbelievably nervous. His brows furrow cautiously, knowing his next words are going to achieve some sort of poor reaction from you.

You gulp anxiously and nod. “W-what is it?” You stutter as you predict the words Neil is about to say.

I can’t fucking do this, not yet.

Neil steps closer to you and grabs your hand in his. The touch was familiar but still shocked you to your very core, your nerves tingly frantically under his fingers.

Please don’t say it, please don’t fucking say it.

Neil’s voice is quiet in anticipation of your panic. “The boss, he wants you back in the field…” Neil trails off, continuing on about something in London, something about him going with you. You feel your chest tightening. You’re not listening anymore. You’re too focused on what happened last time, too focused on the trauma, too focused on the tears, the shouts, the deaths.

“NO!” You scream, your long, HDM hung heavily in your hand. The lifeless body of a new recruit crashes to the floor.

You raise up your arm and cock the gun. You’re ready to aim and shoot, but two large men grab your hands. Your gun falls to the ground with a clatter.

The man with the dark hair cackles cacophonously. He shakes his head, his piercing emerald eyes dissolving your soul as he picks a new body to hold roughly in his arms. A revolver presses tightly against the person’s head. You can’t tell exactly who it is, as there’s a burlap sack covering their face. There are 8 other people in a semi circle, each appearing the same as the last, tied up in a chair with a burlap sack hiding their identity.

“What?” He shouted barbarically, his voice echoing against the silver, metal walls of the chamber. “You think your fucking screams can get you out of this?” He grinned maliciously, licking his lips as he cocked the gun. Tears roll down your cheeks.

You are helpless.

You are useless.

“(Y/N),” The voice of the person cries out, knowing that their fate is already sealed. It was a woman’s voice, and you felt a bit guilty as you prayed to God that it wasn’t Wheeler.

BANG!

The lifeless body slumps into the chair. You whimper, stifling a sob in the back of your throat.

The man with the dark hair moves onto his next victim. You struggle, trying to shake off the two men holding you back. You look around the room, searching for something, anything to get you out of this.

The man’s face lights up with malignant excitement, sensing that his next kill would hurt you the most.

Fuck, no no no no no, You think to yourself. You could recognize those stupid, posh little black dress shoes anywhere. You knew the curves of his body, the shape of his hands. Blood dripped down his neck from the cut on his forehead he had gotten earlier.

Neil.

“Please,” You beg. “Don’t touch him. Just kill me instead.”

The man with the dark hair only grins more widely now. “Darling,” He snarls. You cringe at his use of the nickname. Neil usually was the one to call you that. “Your begging only makes this more fun for me. In fact, it makes me want to kill you even less, just so you have to live with the image of everyone you care for dying in front of your very eyes for the rest of your life.” His cold words send shivers down your spine.

He maneuvers differently around Neil, as he grabs the bottom of the burlap sack and removes it from his face.

Neil’s blue gaze meets yours. You heart feels like it’s being stepped on as it sinks deeply to the bottom of your chest. You can barely breathe now. You huff, trying to keep your sanity, trying to find a way out of this fucking mess.

“I figured you would want to watch the life drain from his pretty little face, (Y/N),” The man retorts. You shake your head violently. You look left to right, searching for some sort of weakness in the two large men that were keeping you in place. You notice a brace around the knee of the man on your right.

Thank God for shorts, You think to yourself.

The man with the dark hair raises the revolver to Neil’s right temple.

“(Y/N),” Neil mutters. “I l-,”

Before Neil can get his last words out, you raise your right leg, bending it in and snapping it out at the back of the man’s knees, launching him forward. With your right hand now free, you sucker punch the man to your left square in the nose. You round house him in the stomach, sending him backwards. You grab your gun off the floor and aim it back to the man with the dark hair.

The man chuckles evilly. “You shoot me, and I shoot him. It’s really as simple as that.” Your heart pounds in your chest.

An idea suddenly dawns upon you. You shift subtly enough so that the man doesn’t catch on to your train of thought. The gun is already cocked, all you need to do is pull the trigger.

BANG!

“Fuck!” The man cries out, stumbling forwards into the center of the semi circle as he releases Neil from his grasp. His gun falls to the floor. You turn away sharply at the realization that you blew his hand off.

You run over to Neil first, quickly untying his hands and setting him free. He starts untying everyone else and you walk over the the man with the dark hair. You catch a quick glimpse of Wheeler, and sigh in relief that she’s safe.

You breathe in hard and part your lips. “Don’t you dare ever fuck with me or my team again,” You pause, kicking the man in your ribs. There’s something extremely personal about your tone. He grunts in response. “Now tell me where Edgar is keeping the weapons. And tell me where the fuck the lab is, you prick.”

He chuckles, breathing shallowly. “Prick?” He pronounces the word articulately. “That’s no way to address your uncle.”

“Fucking answer my question ass hat!” You shout, aiming your gun at his head. With another swift kick to the stomach, he curls up in a ball, clutching at his core. You cock your gun again, ready to shoot. Neil rushes to your side, giving you a look that implored you to let him finish before you blew his brains out.

“F-fine,” He stutters. “It’s in London.” He gives you a set of coordinates, and Neil takes them down. “I suppose I should tell your father that you’re calling him by his first name now, hm?”

“No, you won’t be getting the chance to,” You say.

You pull the trigger.

BANG!

You hear someone in the distance calling your name.

Two slender, toned arms wrap around your back, resting on your waist as they pull you into an embrace. The smell of Neil’s musky, cinnamon and citrus cologne heightens your senses and brings you back down to Earth.

Your breathing slows down a good deal as you press your face into Neil’s chest. His right hand comes up to the nape of your neck, and he begins to rake his long fingers through your hair.

“Are you alright, (Y/N)?” Neil whispers in your ear.

You swallow roughly. “No,” You say without even needing to think. “I’m not ready yet. I can’t leave Headquarters yet. I’m just not ready.” You feel tears begin to swell in your eyes and you bite down on your lip, hoping to keep them at bay. It had only been a month since you had killed your own uncle. He was a piece of shit, but that didn’t make the situation much easier to deal with.

It had only been a week since you watched two of your friends die. That part may have been the hardest for you to swallow.

Neil shakes his head and breaks away from you bit, just enough to get a good look at you. “You’re ready, (Y/N).” His voice is calm and reassuring. “And unfortunately, you don’t have a choice. We have to leave for the airport in,” Neil pauses, checking his silver watch, “45 minutes.”

“W-what?” You gasp. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I just found out a few minutes ago,” Neil admits. “If I knew earlier, I would’ve told you.”

You nod, believing him entirely. “So we’re going to London? To the coordinates?” You ask, looking up into Neil’s ocean eyes. You could feel yourself beginning to drown in them, just as you always were.

Neil simply nods back. He rests a hand on the center of your chest, feeling your heartbeat quicken with anxiety. “It’s just going to be you and I for a few days, and then everyone else will join when we confront…” He doesn’t same his name. He doesn’t want to make you panic again. But you know exactly who he means.

Your father. Your heart hammers in your chest at the thought of him.

“It’ll be okay,” Neil’s comforting tone relaxes you a bit. “I won’t leave your side for a second,” He adds. You sigh audibly in relief.

You let a single tear slide down your cheek. “Thank you,” You whisper.

Neil pulls you into his chest again. “Anything for you,” Neil responds. You shudder at his words. Sometimes you could swear that he didn’t only see you as his best friend, but something more.

You let the ideas ruminate and run freely in your mind for a few seconds before shooing them away like pesky little children.

You take a step back, allowing a small space to fill between the two of you. “I guess I should go pack now.”

Neil instinctively closes the gap again. You can tell that he’s worried you’ll break down, and you hate it, but his support feels nice. “Do you want me to go with you? I’ve been told I’m good company.” He grins and sends a wink in your direction.

The corner of your mouth turns up a bit into a half smile, and you let out a small giggle. He always had a way of making you smile, of making you feel good.

“Nah,” You say, smiling fully now. “I’ll be alright by myself.”

Neil nods and smiles back. “Alright. I’ll meet you in the lobby at two o’clock,” Neil says. His smile turns into a smug smirk, and he turns his back to you. His dress shoes tap against the floor as he walks away.

“Make sure to bring that silk pajama set you wore that time we went undercover in Monte Carlo,” He calls finally, wagging his pointer finger in the air. “I liked it.”

You felt heat rising in your cheeks at his words. You almost tripped over the completely flat ground as Neil’s chuckle echoed down the hallway.

————

You clutched the handle of your suitcase in your hands. You let it dangle in front of your legs, nervously bouncing it with your knees every few seconds. Your eyes searched the lobby for a head of fluffy blonde hair, but it was nowhere to be seen. You glance up to the analog clock above the front door.

1:59. You were early. You were always early, for everything. Being late made you too anxious. You never wanted to miss a beat.

The clock ticked 45 more times, and you counted each second. Finally, the sound of dress shoes echoed from down the hall. You looked past the reception desk to see Neil carrying a leather duffle bag in his right hand, and a bottle of water in his left.

He smiled, releasing your butterflies from their cage inside your stomach as he finally reached your side. You open your mouth to say something, but Neil cuts you off.

“Don’t try to tell me I’m late,” Neil remarks sardonically, his eyes drifting off of you and onto the analog clock. “You’re just always early.” His smirk tugs at your heart, and you can’t help but smirk back.

“I wasn’t going to say you were late!” You playfully smack his arm with your hand. “I was just going to tell you to be earlier next time.”

Neil grins and shakes his head. He brings his hand up to the small of your back and brushes lightly. Outside the front doors, underneath the awning, a sleek, jet black town car pulls up. You feel your breath hitch in your throat at the realization that it was time.

This was it.

Neil looks to you. “Are you ready?” His voice is reserved, almost as if he was scared to ask the question in the first place.

You nod once. “As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.” You swallow your fear and let Neil guide you out the doors. He grabs your duffle bag out of your hand, and opens the already popped trunk, carefully placing the luggage inside. You go to open the door, but Neil beats you to it.

“I can open doors you know,” You say sarcastically, glaring disapprovingly in his direction.

Neil doesn’t seem to care. “A thank you would be nice, love,” Neil says, shooting a charming smile in your direction. His hand is still holding the door open for you. You step inside the car and look up at Neil.

“Thank you Neil,” You say mockingly. Neil smiles slyly and closes the door.

The car ride to the airport is relatively uneventful. Neil gave you the run down. He told you your cover, where you were staying, and the overall gist of the mission.

“So we’re married?” You ask, making sure you had heard that part of the plan right and hadn’t dreamt it up from a fantasy.

Neil smiles and nods. “We’re newlyweds, traveling the world together one city at a time.” There’s a whimsy in his voice, almost as if he’s telling a fairytale. You can’t help but chuckle a bit, despite the anxiety growing in your stomach.

The car turns onto an exit ramp, and suddenly the airport is in plain sight. You shiver a bit, feeling the air around you growing colder and colder. You check the temperature gauge at the front of the car, and notice that he hasn’t changed at all. You wrap your arms around your chest, rubbing up and down along your body, hoping to warm up.

Neil’s smile fades away as he furrows his brows in concern. He wraps his right arm around your shoulders. You jump at the sudden warmth.

“Are you alright?” He asks as he brings his other arm up to wrap around you completely.

Your anxiety is begging you to tell him no. “Yeah, I’ll be okay,” You lie. Neil doesn’t buy it, and rightfully so.

Neil squeezes you tightly. “I know you’re not okay, you don’t need to lie to me,” He whispers. “I’m here for you, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Your eyes begin to well up, and a single tear rolls down your cheek. “Alright,” You sigh, wiping the tear away. You sniffle a bit, trying to clear your head in the process. The car rolls to a stop. “I’m ready whenever you are,” You say, trying to seem more confident than you actually were.

You open the door and slip out. The chaos of the outside of the airport takes you aback, despite the fact you had been in an airport millions of times before. Neil steps out behind you, and goes over to the trunk. He takes the luggage out and steps towards to you. You stare up at the massive building, petrified to enter.

Neil ticks his tongue on the roof of his mouth. “There’s not much time, (Y/N). We have to go inside now,” He says, his gaze staring into the side of your head. You refuse to meet his eyes, you’re too focused on the building, the mission, the future.

After a few seconds, you nod to Neil and walk into the airport. You and Neil only have one duffle bag each, and thus you could skip checking in any bags. He guides you over to security, which happened to be a breeze.

A short walk later, you approach the gate. There was a line of people waiting to enter, and you and Neil shuffled to the back of it. A few minutes later, a nice steward scanned your ticket.

“Alright Mr. and Mrs. Ryan, you’ll be in row 2, seats A and B. Have a nice flight,” He smiles, and gestures for you to enter the bridge to the plane.

Your heartbeat quickens as you take small steps. “N-Neil,” You stutter as you reach to center of the bridge. “I can’t do this. I really can’t do this. I mean it. I-I’m sorry I just can’t.” Panic is heavy in your voice. It feels as though the walls are closing in on you.

Neil puts the luggage down and brings you to the side of the bridge. He pushes strands of your hair out of your eyes. “It’s going to be okay,” Neil reassures. “You can do this. I’m said I’m not going anywhere, and I meant that.”

Neil picks the luggage back up, and guides you through the entrance of the plane and to your seat. You hesitantly sit down, quickly placing your hand on the armrest, wondering if there’s still time for you to run out of the door and back to headquarters. To your dismay, you watch the doors of the plane begin to shut. Neil wasn’t kidding before when he said there wasn’t much time.

He stores the luggage in the overhead compartment, and takes his place next to you. He notices that you’re still shaking, and he places his hand on top of yours and brushes your skin lightly with his thumb.

A comfortable silence rests gently between you and Neil as his hand remains on top of yours. Sometimes words aren’t necessary. You can get the idea of what someone means by their actions alone.

A few moments later, the captain makes an announcement, followed by a series of other voices sharing information. You're too wrapped up in your thoughts to pay attention to anything they have to say. Before you know it, the plane begins to move down the tarmac. It gains speed, and suddenly, you feel yourself being lifted in the air.

You shiver again, the anxiety becoming too much to handle. You try to ease into your seat in an attempt to calm down, but to no avail. You’re petrified and uncomfortable, a terrible duo of emotions to be faced with simultaneously.

Suddenly, you feel Neil’s warm hand leave yours. You watch in confusion as he lifts the armrest up, tucking it in between the seats. He lifts his arm, and wraps it around your shoulder, just like he had done in the car, and so many countless times before. You accept the invitation willingly, and snuggle into his side.

Minutes later, you’re fast asleep in Neil’s arms.

———

An evil chuckle echoes against the concrete and spreads down to the grassy beach below. “There’s no saving him now, (Y/N)!” A man shouts from the top of an overpass.

You look down and watch as a familiar figure waves their arms frantically underwater, trying to swim up to the surface, but they can’t. There’s a brick tied around each of their angles. Their dirty blonde hair floats freely in the water as they continue to sink to the bottom.

“N-Neil!” You shout, trying to step forward to dive in after him. But your stuck, tied against a chair, guarded by two large men. “Please, please stop this!”

The man laughs, ignoring your pleas. “This is what you get, (Y/N). You’re worthless, and you fucking know it. Don’t you ever forget it, darling.”

You shake side to side. The chair tumbles over and you fall into the dark, black, cold water. Your nerves are shot by the shock of the frigidness, and you can’t move.

“Neil!” You gargle, left to watch as he sinks to the bottom of the lake. “Neil!”

“(Y/N)?”

“Neil!”

“(Y/N)?”

Your eyes shoot open and you practically jump out of your seat. Your seatbelt pushes you down, keeping held tightly. You’re trembling. You can’t breathe at all.

“(Y/N),” Neil repeats. “It was just a nightmare, you’re okay.” He wraps his arms around you, bringing you tightly into his chest.

You bury your face into his white shirt, sobbing softly. His right hand reaches up to the nape of your neck, his fingers gently combing through your hair.

“I’m so sorry,” Neil whispers, his voice filled with kindness. “I’m so, so sorry, love.”

You whimper into his chest as pain explodes in your heart. “What am I going to do?” You mutter.

“Don’t worry about that,” Neil says, his kind tone persisting in each word he utters. “I’ve got you, it’ll be okay.”

It needed to be okay. You needed to be okay. You couldn’t risk any fuck ups, not this time. This was real. This was life or death.

This was the end of the world.

Or at least it could be.

“I’m going to fucking kill him for what he’s done to you,” Neil states, the kindness in his voice is replaced with anger and frustration. “I’m going to kill Edgar, I swear.”

You shake your head against his chest. “No…

“Leave that part up to me.”

>>> Chapter 2

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intheticklecloset · 4 years ago

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Finish What You Started (My Hero Academia)

Primary Universe

Thank you for the compliment! Literally had to look up the definition of the word “tsundere.” I hope I did okay with this one; I personally like how it turned out even if I didn’t get it exactly right in terms of Bakugou being a tsundere. 😂 I really love the dynamic between these two. Writing them together is a lot of fun! Enjoy! 😁

Note: Originally I was going to have this come out tomorrow, but then I learned that apparently January 11 is Todoroki’s birthday, so how could I not post it today instead? 🥰

They were never going to get through this festival.

Todoroki walked alongside Bakugou, weaving in and out of the crowd of students as the atomic blonde ranted about all the people who didn’t come to see Class 1-A’s performance this morning. Todoroki bore it in silence for a while, letting his friend blow off steam, no pun intended. But finally, after about five minutes of solid ranting, his patience was wearing thin.

“Calm down, Bakugou,” he finally said. “The people who did see it will tell the others about it. I’m sure somebody recorded it. It’s not the end of the world.”

“Don’t those idiots know what they were missing?” Bakugou continued as if he hadn’t heard the half-and-half hero.

Todoroki grabbed him by the arm and began dragging him to a secluded – or at least less crowded – spot. Bakugou protested the whole way but didn’t make any effort to free himself. In the end they stood in an open, grassy patch away from the booths and vendors of the other classes where they could talk without being heard.

“Lighten up,” Todoroki said to him. “You’ll never enjoy the rest of the festival if you’re so hung up on the show this morning, and we’ve still got a whole day ahead of us.”

“Don’t tell me to lighten up,” Bakugou snapped. “I’m allowed to be angry if I want to be, and I am! So back off!”

In a move so fast the explosive teen never saw it coming, Todoroki swung out his leg and drop-kicked him to the ground, then immediately pinned his arms by his head and used his ice to freeze them there. Bakugou knew even before he found himself straddled what his classmate had in mind.

“Don’t you dare,” he hissed, glaring daggers at him. “We’re in public!”

“No one’s paying any attention to us.”

“They will if you make me lahahahaugh!” Bakugou tried to hold back his giggles, but it was hard when Todoroki was kneading into his ribs like that. He squirmed. “Stop it! L-Lehehehet me up, I’ll stop complahahahahaining, dang it!”

“That’s not good enough.” Todoroki couldn’t help but smirk as he moved higher, to the spot he’d learned about from talking to Deku after his first time tickling Bakugou. “You’ve got to let it go so you can enjoy yourself. I’ll tickle you until you forget all about it.”

“Dohohohohon’t act like you’re dohohohohohoing me any favors.” Bakugou bit back a whine the closer Todoroki got to his weak spot. “Let me go. Todoroki.”

“Don’t want to. Bakugou.” The half-and-half hero finally moved higher, pressing into the spot he’d heard got some good reactions, and watched as his friend broke down into hysterical giggles, his face flushing dark red in response. “We can do this one of two ways. Either I tickle you slowly and gently so you don’t laugh too loud but still eventually forget about the show, or I tickle you mercilessly until the only thing you can think about is how much you want it to stop.”

What the heck? Bakugou thought as he squirmed and giggled, biting his lip to try and stifle himself. Since when does Todoroki act like this?

“The latter option will obviously be faster,” he continued with a shrug. “But who knows? You may prefer to draw it out.”

“W-Why wohohohohould I wahahahahant that, idiot?”

Todoroki’s smirk was back. “So I don’t make you scream, of course.”

Eyes wide, Bakugou growled, “Do not draw attention to me like this.”

“Slow and steady it is, then.”

Todoroki then got to work, tickling gently but firmly, drawing giggle after giggle out of his friend, refreezing the ice on his wrists every once in a while to keep him pinned down, scribbling all over his torso, from his underarms down to his hips and everywhere in between. All the while Bakugou snickered and writhed, spitting out a curse every once in a while when Todoroki switched spots, but overall – astonishingly – not fighting back too much.

Finally, after several minutes of this, Todoroki moved back up to the sweet spot and just lightly scribbled over it. “Feeling better?”

“Lehehehehet me gohohoho.” Bakugou looked up helplessly at his classmate, hating how Icy-Hot smiled down at him. “Tohohohohodoroki…p-please.”

“If you hate it so much, why haven’t you been fighting me?” Todoroki asked. “You could have blasted out of here if you really wanted to.”

“Screw you!” Bakugou snapped, suddenly angry again. “I’m just lehehehehehetting you do this behehehecause I know you’re hahahaving fun.”

Todoroki stopped, staring at him. “…what?”

“Oh, don’t pretend you don’t know.” Bakugou rolled his eyes. “I’m not blind. I saw the way you smiled after tickling me the first time, and I’ve seen the look in your eyes the past few minutes. You enjoy tickling me.”

“I…” Todoroki hesitated, a slight blush coloring his cheeks. “I…didn’t realize you…noticed.”

“Of course I noticed.”

“It’s not just you,” Todoroki said quickly. “It’s Midoriya, too. And Kirishima. Just…friends. I like tickling my friends.” The words made him blush even harder. He seemed embarrassed and uncomfortable now, and he reached up to melt the ice around Bakugou’s wrists. “I’m sorry, I’ll leave you alone.”

“Hey, where do you think you’re going?” Bakugou grabbed him by the shirt and yanked him back down before he could stand up.

“What? But you—”

“You’ll never enjoy the rest of the festival if you’re hung up about this.” The explosive teen smirked at the shocked look on Todoroki’s face. “Finish what you started, Icy-Hot. My secret’s out with you anyway; I have nothing to hide at this point. Go nuts.”

Todoroki couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He looked sideways at his classmate. “Seriously? Just a second ago you were begging me to stop.”

“I was not begging,” Bakugou corrected firmly. “I was reminding you how good of a friend I’m being for letting you do this to me. So take advantage of it, idiot.”

Todoroki said nothing for a moment. He blinked, trying to process what Bakugou had said. The silence stretched between them.

Then, with a bright grin, he dug into that sweet spot as hard as he could.

“AGH-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Bakugou roared with laughter, tossing his head back and shoving his arms down to his sides. “HOLD OHOHOHOHOHOHON A SEHEHEHECOND!! SLOW DOWN!! NOT SO HAHAHAHAHAHARD!! TODOROKIHIEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!”

Luckily for him, his laughter blended in with the rest of the festival noises, so no one was the wiser when Todoroki straddled him again and tickled him until he was very nearly screaming with hysterical laughter.

The performance from that morning was most definitely forgotten.

#fanfiction #tickle fic #boku no hero #my hero academia #bnha #mha #katsuki #bakugou #shoto #todoroki #festival #tsundere #tickling #ticklish #tickle

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liquid-luck-00 · 4 years ago

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Overprotection

Bio!Dad Bruce

Day 5: Overprotection

@biodad-bruce-month

Ao3 ~~~ First ~~~ Previous ~~~ Next

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About a week before her term began again,

Bruce pulled Mari into his office. After her telling them about the situation in Paris and him and Tim looking into it he was worried.

Seriously he found out the two heroes had contacted the Justice League but Lantern, Hal, had laughed at them stating it was a joke. After that they sent another video stating that all heroes affiliated with the Justice League, its members, their sidekicks, and even anyone that the above has worked with were banned from setting foot in Paris. Or else they would be treated as criminals. After that information was scarce. So he was rightfully worried about sending his daughter to a country he could do nothing in as a hero.

"Mari, your break is ending and I wanted to ask, do you want to go back to Paris to finish the term?" he waited for her answer watching her reaction.

---

Do I want to go back to Paris? Yes, no, maybe. She was confused and rightfully so. "Who wants to go back to a place to be held emotionally captive."

"So is that a no?" Bruce asked, making her realize she said that out loud.

"Well I... I want to stay in Paris it's my home, but this is my home too. I, I, I can't leave my... friends" she hoped she was convincing but even she knew she wasn't. Hell she stumbled on the word friends, yes she will miss her best friends but Chloe, Kagami, and Luka always call. They've been calling her once a day minimum, excluding patrols and fights, luckily no one has dropped in on their conversations or else... well she didn't know what her family would do with that information .

"Mari" Bruce was on her level, when did he get there, "Is something other than the akuma attacks bothering you?" This was the first time since arriving at the manor that she heard him speak that softly.

"N..." she bit her lip and closed her eyes making firm her resolve. "Yes there is something else"

"I'm here to listen. Even if you want to go back you still have your family behind you."

"Well there is a girl in my class who turned everyone and I mean everyone but one person in the class against me" she looked at him and she saw the same pensive expression when she was figuring out a lucky charm. "she lies with every breath and..." she started to cry.

---

As soon as she started to cry he hugged her. everyone who knows him knows he is not the person to go to with feelings, that would be

Dick, but here he is.

"You don't have to go back you can go to Gotham Academy with Damian. You never have to see them again." he whispered, but she shook her head against him.

"I have to go back" she whispered barely audibly. A frown began to appear on his features. All he wanted was to keep her safe but she refused everytime.

"Then Damian is going with you" he began, but he really should have seen her facial reaction. She had stiffened in his embrace, he thought it was because she would now have an ally so he had continued his rambling. "Damian has the most reign on his emotional state. Jason's not the most stable emotionally so that's out. Tim is helping run WE, but maybe I could get him into the Paris branch so you both have someone else to lean on. Dick is busy with his daughter not to mention the station so no. Cass..."

"NO!!!" Mari yelled pushing out of his arms, and

he was shocked and hurt and it must have shown. "Sorry, but no" her tone was firm, much

firmer than he had ever heard before.

"Why?"

She huffed before seeming to come to a conclusion "The Bats aren't allowed in Paris" she spoke quietly and then everything went silent and his brain functioning stopped.

When he was finally able to speak again, but still not think straight asked "Can you repeat that I don't think I heard you correctly."

She seemed to speak slowly and delibertly" The Bats are not allowed in Paris."

the had heard correctly but "How did you find out?" now he was concerned if she figured it out could others, they had always been careful about their identities. Steering clear of the topic with her.

"It was a few things, one the manor is much too quiet at night, two the thin excuses and sudden disappearances were all too familiar, and three Tikki."

Too quiet at night fine, can't do anything about that. Thin excuses and sudden disappearances, okay we can work on that.

"What is a Tikki?" He looked at her as if to elaborate but she remained silent as it waiting for him, oh, oh, "familiar, you're Ladybug" he looked at her and she gave him a knowing smirk. If he were Jason he would have cursed. Well that explains things. "Mini let us help you please" he watched her she passed through so many emotions fear, hesitance, regret, and ended on worry.

"I don't want to need to fight you Dad, I don't want to need to fight any of you." she was on the verge of tears.

"let us protect you, Mini, let us help."

"But"

"You're a Bat whether you like it or not and Bats stick together"

"How are we going to put an end to Hawkmoth"

"Do those butterflies show up on camera"

"Not until they are about to corrupt someone"

"That's out, how about..." the two stratigiod until Alfred said lunch was soon ready. "You know you never told me what a Tikki was and that was your third reason." she giggled.

"Come out Tikki. Dad this is Tikki the Kwamii of creation. She is the reason I can transform into Ladybug."

"Hello there Tikki. So how is it you were able to figure out our family's secret" he gave the little creature a small smile.

Tikki giggled and said in a chirpy voice "It's easy when you can phase through solid objects and end up in a cave with extremely recognizeable suits in it."

"Wait if you were in the cave why didn't the cameras catch anything?"

At this Mari held up her phone with the camera pointed it at Tikki and nothing was on the screen.

"How?"

"Kwamii and technology don't exactly mix. That's why you guys could look at a photo of me next to Ladybug and never realize we are the same person. That is until now since you have been told."

"Let's head over for lunch before chaos breaks loose and the boys come looking for us"

"Okay, wait! How are we going to tell everyone?"

"I might have an idea" Tikki's eyes shone with mischief.

---

Plagg may be the Kwamii of chaos but never, and I mean never get on the bad side of creation.

The plan was simple in the middle of the meal Tikki would phase out of Mari's pocket, under the table and then through it. Specifically next to Damian. Tikki was determined to get some sort of reaction from him.

She succeeded.

He was going to get his cap when she popped out. He jumped throwing his water all over him and falling backwards still on his chair.

No matter what happened Mari and Bruce were not supposed to react. Granted Mari recorded the whole thing. One thing she learned about the boys, have blackmail material it may end up saving you.

Damian, Dick, and Jason freaked out there was a lot, but I mean a lot of yelling.

Tikki had flown over and sat at the table between Marinette and Bruce where a plate of cookies were waiting for her.

Dick was the first to snap out of the trance of screaming, "Why is there a bug-mouse eating cookies on the table?" he still yelled and that was when Mari and Bruce looked up at them.

Damian was staring daggers at her reaching under the table, probably to get the katana hidden underneath, but he won't find it. Ah he figured out it was missing and is now, ohh he is pouting he really is a little kitten.

Tim, Dick, and Jason were staring yes, but they were staring at Mari and Bruce for an

explination.

"He is definately your brother little bug" she giggled still munching on a cookie.

"Really why is that Tikki?" Bruce had gone back to eating sparing a glance at Tikki.

"I called her a bug-mouse when I first met her too." Mari stated also going back to her meal.

Now all four boys were pouting. This continued until the meal was almost finished.

"sigh, I guess were going to have to tell them directly, non" Mari said over dramatically getting the boy's attention.

"That seems like the case" Bruce answered with a frown trying to cover the amusement in his voice. "In a family of the world's best detectives and they still can't figure it out with everything in front of them." Mari was begining to laugh.

"Perhaps it should have been in another location" Bruce responded.

"I still stand that transporting them to Paris would have been too much" Tikki replied to the conversation.

"The cave would have been overkill, but I still think their reactions would have been

just as funny" Mari countered. This got everyone's attention.

"Cave,what cave there's no cave" Jason surprisingly tried to do damage control.

"What do you mean by transporting to Paris"

Tim had asked looking between the three suspiciously. Then finally both Damian and Dick shared a look then looked at Mari and her and shouted "Ladybug!"

"Took you guys long enough" Mari smiled, Bruce was on the verge of laughter.

---

They then explained further the situation in Paris and in the end the boys seemed ready to fight the class as well as Hawkmoth for their little sister.

Damian and Tim would be joining her in Paris. Tim at WE Paris and Damian at her school and hopefully her class as well but there is still a week before she has to see those harpies she calls classmates.

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Heal Me, Kill Me Ch.5 (Final Chapter)

Pairing— Kim Taehyung x female reader

Genre— Vampire!Taehyung x Vampire Hunter!reader, SMUT +18, angst

Warnings— Unprotected explicit sex, fingering, blood mentions, death, oral (f and m receiving), creampie, overstimulation

Word Count— 6.3k

Summary— You’re one of the best vampire hunters in the world. That’s to be expected when your parents are the best of the best. Your life had solely revolved around ruthlessly killing vampires, making you a cold blooded machine. However, things take a turn once you meet Kim Taehyung, your latest target.

A/N— Huge shoutout to @dee-ehn for this beautiful banner! Thank you to everyone who has given this series a read. It’s very special to me and it’s bittersweet that it’s now over. Please let me know what you guys think!

“Let me get this straight, the VEC HQ is completely gone? Wiped out?” you questioned as you tried to grasp the situation.

“Apparently they were hit with a massive ambush. A huge horde of vampires led under a single commander, it seemed like. I got a call during the middle of the raid. All I could hear were screams and the caller’s laugh. I was given a time and place for a meet up,” Yoongi explained further.

“Perfect, let’s go burn the sons of bitches,” Jungkook got up energetically.

“There are only four of us,” Taehyung observed with a judgmental glance towards the young man.

“There are only THREE VEC members left. The only reason you’re still alive is because ___ insisted on it. Mark my words, one slip up, and you’re dead. Got that?” Yoongi corrected him. Taehyung solemnly nodded.

“So, what do we do? HQ is gone, but surely we can contact the other agencies around the globe,” you suggested.

“Already tried that. They saved the best for last. There is no one we can ask for help,” Jungkook shook his head.

“I can go. Alone, I mean. To the rendezvous point you were given,” Taehyung offered.

“And do what? Join forces with them?” Yoongi glared.

“An attempt at diplomacy would be ideal. Should they choose violence, then so be it. If I die, I die. But at least you will be safe,” Taehyung looked at you while he said that last sentence.

“Sounds good to me--”

“Absolutely not,” you interrupted Yoongi, “If we really are the last people qualified as vampire hunters, I say we go down swinging. I can’t just sit by knowing there are murderous vampires on the loose. We all took an oath to protect mankind. I intend to keep that oath.”

Yoongi and Jungkook exchanged looks. Jungkook was all for it, eager to let out his rage. It took a bit more to convince Yoongi, but he reluctantly agreed. He really took to heart what you said about the VEC oath.

“Here are the coordinates I was given. We have three days to get there,” Yoongi brought up the site on Google Earth.

“What the hell? That looks like an abandoned castle. That’s kind of badass. Major Castlevania vibes,” Jungkook gawked as he zoomed in closer.

“I know this place,” Taehyung said quietly.

“You do?” the remaining VEC members asked in unison.

“I believe so. And if who I think is involved truly is involved...I fear we may be in deeper trouble than I thought,” he said ominously.

“Fuckin terrific,” Yoongi grumbled.

“Thank god Yoongi brought the private jet over here,” you sighed as you watched the trees below you grow smaller and smaller.

“Thank god I have the credit card for the VEC funds. I would be remiss if we lost all that money,” Yoongi called back using the intercom.

“Flying via private jet is probably one of my favorite parts of the job. Hey, you good over there, Fangs?” Jungkook coined a nickname for his new vampire acquaintance.

You looked over to see Taehyung’s face paler than usual as he tightly gripped the armrests of his seat. He slowly looked over towards the pair of you and nodded, though he was clearly lying. You couldn’t help but chuckle at him. His fear of flying was adorable, who would’ve known that an undead creature could be scared of planes?

“I’m gonna go join Yoongi in the cockpit, I love the view from there,” Jungkook said to no one in particular as he stood up once cruising altitude was reached.

You unbuckled your seat belt and went over to comfort Taehyung, who looked queasier by the minute. You handed him a bottle of water.

“Sorry, we don’t have any blood bags on the plane,” you joked.

“I appreciate the gesture, darling,” Taehyung meekly smiled.

“I didn’t know you were scared of flying,” you said with an amused grin.

“I’ve never been a fan. People traveling in the air? It’s just not natural,” Taehyung shook his head in distaste.

“I don’t think you’re one to talk about what’s natural, but I get that. I wish there was a way I could get you to unwind. We have quite a long way to go before we reach our destination,” you straddled his lap and ran your fingers through his hair, “I can get off if you feel like you need to puke,” you quickly added.

“No, I think a distraction is exactly what I need,” Taehyung’s eyes darkened as he unbuckled his seat belt and gripped your hips.

Your hips began to move on their own as they grinded against him. You could feel his clothed erection growing under you, which only spurred you on more. Taehyung leaned forward to kiss you, and accidentally bit your lip in his excitement. He quickly lapped up the small dribble of blood that surfaced, and that alone seemed to make him more ravenous. Taehyung started to guide your hips, pushing you harder and faster against him.

“You want me?” Taehyung exhaled against your lips.

“I need you. Take off your pants, Tae,” you instructed as you climbed off of him.

“The others won’t intrude?” Tae asked with a smirk as he tugged down his pants.

“Yoongi is flying the jet, and I don’t give a fuck if Jungkook walks in on us,” you answered as you sank to your knees.

You wasted no time in taking a firm hold of Taehyung cock. Your now ice cold hand caused Taehyung to shudder, a feeling he would now have to get used to. Luckily, the friction from your quick pumping warmed him back up, and he was able to fully enjoy himself. How could he not, when he sees your eager eyes gazing up at him with your lips wrapped around his tip. Your tongue swirled around his sensitive head, making a small moan escape from his lips.

“You have to be quiet, or else I’ll stop,” you warned him. It felt good to hold somewhat of a dominant position over him, but also you would rather not be walked in on. Taehyung nodded his head and licked his lips as you returned to the task at hand.

Drool dripped down his long cock as you bobbed your head up and down. You tried to fit as much of him in your mouth as you could, but his sheer size made it damn near impossible. Taehyung couldn’t help himself as he grabbed the back of your head and shoved his dick further down your throat. You gagged as he took control of your mouth, but he stopped as soon as he saw tears welling in your eyes.

“I’m sorry darling, did I hurt you?” he asked with concern as he stroked your cheek.

“I’m fine, it’s an involuntary reaction. You’re too sweet,” you smiled as you stood up and unbuttoned your pants, “But since you made me cry I guess it’s only fair for you to make it up to me.”

You straddled over Taehyung, teasing your bare pussy over his hard cock. You wanted him to feel how wet you were before he even penetrated you. As much as you wanted to milk this moment, you really would rather for Jungkook to NOT walk in on you in the middle of getting down and dirty.

You slowly lowered yourself onto Taehyung’s dick, softly gasping as he stretched you out. You both let out a blissful sigh once you reached his base. You took your time fucking him slowly, as this was one of the few times that you had control in an intimate setting. Taehyung gripped your hips harshly; his eyes begged for you to go faster. Lust took over and you gave in. You began to ride him harder and faster, and soon it was a struggle for both of you to stay quiet.

Lewd wet sounds echoed around the cabin as you hid your face in the crook of Taehyung's neck at a poor attempt to muffle your moans. Taehyung in turn could barely hold back his deep grunts since he took control with a tight grip on your ass as he fucked upwards into you. With Taehyung drilling into your sweet spot with inhumane speed, the intensity made you clamp down on his neck hard enough to draw blood. Taehyung came quickly after you bit him, releasing his load into your ravaged pussy.

You licked at his wound, his blood only adding to the euphoria pulsing around your body. Taehyung kissed you passionately before you hopped off in search of napkins to clean yourself off with. The sound of the cockpit door opening sent you and Taehyung into a frenzy. Clothes were put back on in record time and you both were sitting properly in your respective seats when Jungkook came to rejoin you.

“You’re looking better, Fangs,” Jungkook observed.

“I just needed some time to adjust,” Taehyung said smoothly.

“You guys know we have cameras and microphones rigged around this cabin right? And it’s all viewable from the cockpit?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow.

Taehyung’s eyes grew large and you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. Neither of you could make eye contact with Jungkook, who was looking at both of you expectantly.

“This is why I do not appreciate modern technology. Personal privacy is a thing of the past,” Taehyung confessed.

Jungkook burst out into a fit of laughter, clutching at his sides as he tried to talk.

“I was fucking with you. I mean yeah there are cameras and shit but security is in the back and gets sent directly to HQ. Which no longer exists. Fuck, you guys are so horny,” Jungkook laughed.

“Fuck off Jungkook,” you rolled your eyes and turned away to hide your reddened cheeks.

“How’s it feel being part of the Mile High Club?” Jungkook slung his arms around Taehyung’s shoulders from behind.

“I am assuming that has something to do with intercourse in the sky?” Taehyung questioned. Jungkook nodded excitedly.

“In that case, I rather enjoyed it,” Taehyungn concluded thoughtfully.

“Tae! You don’t have to indulge this idiot,” you cried out.

“Thanks for being honest. Yoongi and I made a bet. He’s gonna be so pissed,” Jungkook sing songed as he walked back towards the cockpit.

You and Taehyung quietly listened as you heard Jungkook say, “Hey Yoongi, time to cough up that $200!”

“Are you fucking kidding me? What the hell ___! God dammit,” Yoongi exclaimed loud enough to be heard clearly through the door (and with your heightened sense of hearing).

The decrepit castle basked in the pale moonlight as the four of you peered at it through the bushes. The rest of the plane ride was awkward and Yoongi hadn’t been able to make eye contact with you since. He kept shooting death glares at Taehyung while Jungkook kept making funny faces at the both of you. You sighed knowing odds were that the castle was filled with bloodthirsty vampires guarding the strongest one of them all, and the only ones going up against them was your ragtag team. You suddenly made peace with dying...again.

“So what’s the plan again?” Jungkook asked.

“I can go and try to reason with them. If you hear the sounds of an altercation then that would indicate your cue to join the fight,” Taehyung offered.

“I’m not risking you turning over to their side just to screw us over,” Yoongi sneered.

“Yoongi he wouldn’t--”

“That’s reasonable. What other plan do we have then?” Taehyung interrupted your oncoming protest.

“We go all at once. A cool final last stand thing. The grand finale. I don’t want to go into hiding and spend the rest of my life trying to pick these suckers off one by one. They’re all here. Or at least, the one that matters most anyway,” Jungkook gave his input, “Oh, but you matter to me, Fangs,” he shot a smile at Taehyung, who gave him a small polite bow to show his gratitude.

“So we go in guns blazing?” you asked to sum up the plan. The men all nodded in agreement. It was now or never. Jungkook was right, this was a prime opportunity to take out the ring leader.

All of you sported long black trench coats that concealed many weapons. Guns with blessed bullets, blessed blades, and water guns filled with holy water (Jungkook’s favorite) were among the vast assortment. You subtly left out wearing crucifixes as you normally would, hoping that no one would notice. Taehyung didn’t need any fancy weaponry, but Jungkook gave him a coat so that he could “match the team in its kickassery”.

Yoongi was staring at something in his hand away from the others. You approached him slowly. You didn’t know what to say to him on the potential last night of your lives, but you hoped something would come to mind.

“Whatcha got there?” you questioned, peering over his shoulder.

“An old picture. Have you ever seen this before? Here,” Yoongi handed you the picture. It was old, and the camera quality was not the greatest. However, you were able to make out a smiling Yoongi off to the side.

“Wow you look the same,” you joked.

“This was my VEC graduation picture. See anyone else you know?” he asked. You examined the picture a second time.

“Mom and dad…” you trailed off. They were practically strangers to you. It was odd seeing them like this; young and happy, not knowing their grim future. Before you knew it, you were crying. You didn’t realize it until Yoongi called your name with concern.

“Sorry, I don’t know what’s going on,” you apologized while wiping your tears away, “I guess I just don’t want to lose you too.

“I couldn’t bear to lose you either, ___. I promise I’ll do everything I can to protect you. But knowing you, you’ll probably be the one saving my old ass,” Yoongi chuckled as he patted you on the back.

“Guys! We gotta go!” Jungkook beckoned.

If this were a movie, the scene where the main characters walk in slow motion like badasses towards the enemy would be playing. However, this was not a movie, and you were scared shitless. Sure, you technically were a vampire now, but that won’t stop them from killing you again.

“I know I said this place was cool before, but now it’s giving me the creeps,” Jungkook whispered as you all followed the rugged path that led to the stone bridge in front of the main gate.

The once grand door was now ripped off its hinges, laying a few yards away from the entryway as if it was carelessly cast aside. You took a deep breath as you followed Taehyung into the castle. Beams of moonlight illuminated the castle in rays as it shone through cracks and holes in the walls. The castle was oddly bare, most of its belongings were probably looted a long time ago. All that was left was memories of the past that no one cared about and a few rats that have lived there for decades.

Your party made it to what must have been the throne room. There was not a single sign of life. It was eerily quiet, and the only movements you saw were those of the vermin that dwelled within the decaying walls. The throne room was dark, and Jungkook led the way with a single lighter.

“What the hell? Is this place really empty--”

“Welcome, honored guests!” a loud voice boomed as braziers suddenly lit up the room.

You cowered at the sudden brightness. Once your eyes adjusted, you saw a single figure sitting in the throne at the front of the room. One of his legs was slung over an armrest as he rested his chin on his hand over the other. He depicted a spitting image of a cocky King drunk on power.

“I’m so thrilled you all could join me this evening. Oh, what’s this? An old friend? How serendipitous,” he sat up straight now as he leaned forward to get a better look at his visitors.

“Why did you summon us here?” Yoongi cut right to the chase.

“Very blunt and straight to the point are we? You must be the failed VEC’s headmaster. Min Yoongi, was it? I wanted to talk business. But I must say, this is a rather odd bunch you have here,” the man chuckled, “Are you aware that there are vampyres amongst your company?”

“Yes, this one--wait, vampires? With an ‘s’?” Yoongi’s face scrunched up in confusion.

“Oh yes, that girl over there,” the strange man gestured towards you with his chin.

“What?!” Yoongi yelled with incredulity, “Taehyung, if we get out of here alive I’m gonna murder you myself!”

“It was my decision! I asked him to do it!” you admitted while jumping in front of Taehyung to protect him from a furious Min Yoongi.

“Hah, I knew it,” Jungkook said with a devious grin.

“You know what? I’ll beat all of your asses after this,” Yoongi hissed before turning his attention back to the man on the throne, “Anyway, what do you want?”

“I simply wanted to negotiate with you Mr. Min. But I believe we’re all in for a rather interesting night,” the man licked his lips, “Tell me, how long has it been, Taehyung?”

In an instant, Taehyung was strangling the man on the throne. He was so fast that you didn’t even register his movement until you heard him yelling.

“You bastard! You ruined my life! Over and over again! Now I can finally kill you with my own hands,” he growled with a murderous look in his eyes that you have never seen before.

“Taehyung stop! You’ll have your chance with him, but for now we need answers,” you pulled Taehyung away as Jungkook put the vampire in blessed restraints.

“Ouch, that hurts,” the vampire pouted, “Still just as dramatic as ever I see, Taehyung. I like your spark though. Almost the same as the night we met, all those years ago.”

“I will kill you,” Taehyung threatened.

“What did this guy do to you, Fangs?” Jungkook asked.

“He’s the one that turned me,” Taehyung admitted.

“Can you believe that? It feels like it was just yesterday when I slaughtered your little village. How silly was it that all the men were in the tavern, drinking and fucking whores while their families were left unattended. That didn’t sit right by me, I’m a man of morals. So I killed everyone in the tavern after I had my fill of lonely housewives and innocent children. Except Taehyung. He was the only man who was ever able to put a scratch on me. I forgot I could even bleed, it was honestly a refreshing sight. In the spur of the moment, I rewarded him with eternal life. Could you believe my surprise when he said he didn’t want to be my henchman?” the detained vampire explained.

“You killed my family and everyone that I knew! Of course I wouldn’t want to be your stupid sidekick, you daft idiot,” Taehyung rebuttled in disgust.

“It was a shame. Poor sweet Maggie didn’t deserve what happened to her,” the vampire looked down at the ground somberly.

“You...you did what?” Taehyung interrogated with a shaky voice.

“I managed to catch a glimpse of you and your happy life in London. Excuse me for being a little petty about you declining my offer to be my travel buddy. I get lonely, you know. Every other vampire I turn becomes such a drag and I end up killing them myself. So I gave a little tip to the VEC and the rest is history,” the vampire shrugged.

“Hoseok you snake! You’re the scum of the Earth! I’ll tear your throat out,” Taehyung screamed as he shook off Jungkook and lunged at the captured vampire. Taehyung slashed a giant gash in the middle of Hoseok’s chest, spewing blood everywhere.

“If I die, so do they,” Hoseok said nonchalantly as Taehyung was about to sink his fangs into his jugular. That made Taehyung reluctantly pause and shrink back.

“Taehyung, you can have the honor of killing this piece of shit after I’m done talking to him,” Yoongi stated, “Your name is Hoseok?”

“Jung Hoseok, at your service. I’m thinking of J-Hope as a street name if I decide to make my dancing skills public. Not to brag, but I’m also the strongest vampire to ever live. I normally don’t bleed this much, it’s embarrassing,” Hoseok looked away bashfully as blood flowed freely from his chest.

“Why did you say that if you die we die?” Yoongi asked with urgency.

“Well because there are roughly 100 vampires who haven’t fed in a month waiting at my command. My dominion over them is the only thing keeping you safe. With me gone, they’ll be free from their invisible leashes,” Hoseok smiled.

“Nothing is stopping us from dragging your sorry ass away from here,” Jungkook snarled.

“You think they’ll idly sit by and watch their master be whisked away in shackles? I can tell who wasn’t top of their class,” Hoseok giggled.

“What was the deal you had in mind?” Yoongi kept up his stoic act.

“Total immunity. I’ll even have all 100 henchmen kill themselves as a show of good faith,” Hoseok flashed a sly smile.

“No can do, I already promised Taehyung he could kill you,” Yoongi sighed.

“Is he part of the VEC? The deal would have to last for the rest of eternity between me and the VEC. If I die in a vampire fight then that’s on me,” Hoseok tilted his head in confusion.

“Give me a minute to discuss this with my colleagues,” Yoongi said before leading you and Jungkook to the opposite side of the room, “What do we do? His offer seems too good to be true.”

“It seems fair since he said he’d kill off his henchman on his own. I’m sure Taehyung can kick his ass,” Jungkook added.

“And if Tae loses? Then we have nothing that’ll stop him from killing us. It’s too risky. I don’t trust him one bit,” you concluded.

“We can’t possibly win against him plus 100 starving vampires. We’ll be dead meat in seconds,” Yoongi argued.

Meanwhile, Taehyung looked down in disgust at Hoseok as they had their own conversation.

“I think we were fated to be together. I never thought you’d be here,” Hoseok batted his eyes at Taehyung.

“You’re lucky they’re here to stop me. Otherwise you’d regret letting me live,” Taehyung snapped.

“So why are you here? I’m guessing it has something to do with that girl. Don’t tell me, did you turn her?” Hoseok’s eyes grew large, “Wow, you’ve grown stronger than I could have hoped! If we combine our powers we can rule this world.”

“You’re delusional if you think I’d join you after all of this.”

“Then I’ll enjoy tearing apart your plaything in front of your eyes,” Hoseok smirked.

“If you lay a finger on her then I’ll--”

“We’ll accept your terms after a few more clarifications,” Yoongi interrupted, “First of all, we don’t think we can trust you. After all, you wiped out the VEC HQ. I have no doubt that the global branches have fallen as well. There’s nothing stopping you from killing us as soon as we let you free.”

“We both know that you never would have agreed to meet with me if I hadn’t done anything drastic. I needed to get rid of the grunts to get to the King, simple as that. Believe me, if I wanted you dead you all would have been slain the moment your fancy plane landed,” Hoseok shrugged.

“Then why did you let us live? Why go through the trouble?” Jungkook questioned.

“For the drama of it all, dear boy. When you get to be as old as I am, living gets boring. I’m not sure if you could tell, but I live for theatrics and thrill. Oh and I’m planning on taking over the world or whatever,” Hoseok admitted happily.

“And you think we’d let you get away with that?” Yoongi scoffed.

“I’m simply offering you a little peace offering. Of course I wouldn’t hurt you three, and you’re all welcome to kill any vampires that come across your path. It’s more of a mutual immunity actually. This benefits you people more than me. If you disagree, you’re dead anyway,” Hoseok smiled wide enough to show off his fangs.

“Fine. The VEC accepts your terms. You have my word that the VEC will never harm you,” Yoongi declared, “But first, we must see your troops fall with our own eyes.”

“Pleasure doing business with you, I knew you’d be smart. And that’s fair,” Hoseok whistled and the ground began to rumble as an army of vampires came running into the throne room.

The soldiers made orderly lines and awaited their orders. Some of them salivated at the sight of your party, but they didn’t dare move an inch without permission. They were the most ravenous vampires you’ve ever seen, and would want to avoid fighting them at all cost.

“My dear underlings. You have all served me well. You’ll be in my heart as I create a new world. I ask one last thing of you. Rip out your own heart to show your devotion to me. May your souls rest in peace,” Hoseok gave a short uninspiring speech.

You watched in horror as the army chanted “Long Live Hoseok” along with random whoops and hollers. They were extremely lively and hyped up as they plunged their own fists into their chests. Fountains of red erupted across the room as they ripped out their own hearts. You let out a sigh of relief as you watched the last soldier fall.

“That was wild,” Jungkook said with a deer in headlights expression.

“Really makes you feel something huh? A deals a deal,” Hoseok chirped up expectantly.

Hoseok was tackled to the ground as soon as he was released. Taehyung yelled with fury as he reopened the nearly healed gash he inflicted earlier. Hoseok reacted by hurling Taehyung into the opposite wall.

“I haven’t had a real fight in ages. Don’t disappoint me, Taehyung,” Hoseok laughed as he spat out blood.

A rock was hurled at incredible speed from where Taehyung landed. Hoseok was quick enough to dodge the rock, but not Taehyung. Once again, the vampires were on the ground and Taehyung was aiming for Hoseok’s throat. Jungkook shot a blessed bullet into Hoseok’s leg, causing him to howl out in pain.

Hoseok tossed Taehyung aside with newfound strength as his eyes glowed red. He set his sights on Jungkook and his lips curled up into an evil smile.

“You dare to break the contract, boy? I’m gonna make you regret that,” Hoseok warned.

Another blessed bullet lodged itself into Hoseok’s back, making him crumple to the ground. He turned in distress to see you wielding the gun with a cocky smirk plastered on your face. Yoongi kicked him onto his back, and spat in his face. With a quick motion of his arm, a wooden stake peeked out of the opening of his sleeve. With a yell, he plunged the wooden stake into Hoseok’s chest.

“Filthy liars,” Hoseok sputtered as blood dribbled down his chin.

“We agreed that the VEC would never harm you. However, you singlehandedly dismantled the company and the establishment is no more. I was the headmaster, but now I’m just a jobless son of a bitch,” Yoongi said triumphantly as he pushed the stake deeper.

“We did it Yoongles!” you cheered before you heard the sounds of bones breaking. The smile dropped from your face instantly as you zipped over to Yoongi.

“An eye for an eye. Well played, Mr. Min Yoongi,” Hoseok croaked with his hand buried in Yoongi’s chest.

Taehyung quickly decapitated Hoseok with a strong kick. Hoseok’s body turned to dust as his head rolled across the floor for a few seconds before it also reverted to nothingness.

“Yoongi! Yoongi!” you cried as you cradled him in your arms. Warm blood gushed out of his chest as he struggled to keep his eyes open. Jungkook sank to his knees beside you and held onto Yoongi’s hand.

“Taehyung, go start up the jet! We have to get him to a hospital!” you demanded with tears running down your cheeks.

“He doesn’t know how to,” Jungkook said softly, trying to comfort you.

“We have to help him!” you sobbed.

“___,” Yoongi whispered weakly.

“Shhh, you’ll be okay. Don’t speak,” you begged.

“Love...you...Be...happy…,” Yoongi rasped before gagging on his own blood.

You and Jungkook cried over Yoongi’s body for a long time after it had gone cold. Jungkook held you as you cried into his chest as you soiled his clothes with tears and snot. To be fair, his tears and snot ended up all over your hair. Taehyung wanted to comfort you, but he knew Jungkook was a better fit for this job. Afterall, Yoongi was special to both of you. He was the parent neither of you had, and always took care of you guys in his own special way.

After the sobs subsided, you and Jungkook stared blankly at the body before you. You’ve always been surrounded by death, it never bothered you. You didn’t need emotions in this line of work. You never thought you could feel pain like this.

“He was a hero. I’m sorry for your loss,” Taehyung finally spoke as he placed a hand on both of your shoulders to show his condolences.

“Thanks, Tae.”

“Thanks, Fangs,” both you and Jungkook said in unison.

Yoongi was buried outside of the castle, in the clearing where the private jet landed. There were no fancy rituals or blessings. Only a few words of gratitude uttered by both you and Jungkook. It was still too soon to say much more before either of you would start crying again. The feelings were there, and that’s all that mattered.

The sun began to rise as the three of you sat inside the private jet in silence. You were lost. The VEC was truly no more. The biggest vampire threat (that you weren’t even aware of until a few days prior) was defeated. Now what?

“What are you going to do now?” you asked Jungkook.

“No clue. I guess I’ll travel. I have nothing else to do,” he shrugged, “What about you guys?”

“I think I want to open up a flower shop,” you said absentmindedly.

“A flower shop? Like the one Yoongi set up for you?” Jungkook was confused.

“Yeah. I can either try to make that one work or start up my own elsewhere. I don’t know. I just think that would...make me happy,” you answered softly.

“Would you like some help with that?” Taehyung asked as he interlocked his fingers with yours.

“Who else is gonna teach me how to make such beautiful bouquets? Plus I don’t have a green thumb so I’ll need you to help keep the plants alive until we can sell them,” you answered and squeezed Taehyung’s hand.

“It’ll suck now that we don’t have a job but--wait,” Jungkook scrolled on his phone, “___, check your bank account.”

You stared in disbelief at the obscene amount of extra zeros that had magically appeared in your balance. Yoongi must have transferred what was left of the VEC funds to you and Jungkook at some point. Thinking about Yoongi looking out for you one final time made you tear up again.

“I’ll drop you guys off wherever you want. I’m assuming neither of you know how to fly so I’m calling dibs on the private jet,” Jungkook stood up.

“Bold of you to assume I don’t have a piloting license, but you can take it since Taehyung hates flying,” you rolled your eyes at Jungkook before continuing, “Tae do you want to go back to your estate?”

“We don’t have to. I like the idea of starting anew,” Taehyung smiled.

“How does Paris sound?” you offered.

“C’est magnifique. I’m sure we’ll find a way to start a successful flower shop there,” Taehyung nodded in agreement.

It had been five years since the VEC was destroyed. You never knew what a normal life was like, but now you wouldn’t trade it for the world. Sure, your new “normal” still technically wasn’t normal since you needed to consume blood to live and the sun was your mortal enemy, but you made it work.

Business was booming. “Min’s Blossoms” was the name of your flower shop, and every day was an adventure. Having Taehyung as your business partner proved to be more beneficial than you thought. Other than his floral expertise, his appearance is what really got the business off the ground. Apparently, rumors of a mysterious and handsome man who worked at a local flower shop were being spread around the city. Women flocked to the store to catch a glimpse of Taehyung, and soon they all started buying flowers just for a chance to talk to him. Taehyung was worried that that might upset you, but you reassured him that you were happy that the store was doing so well so early on.

Now Min’s Blossoms had become part of the Paris landscape along with all the other little fancy boutiques. Taehyung was in charge of putting together orders, while you handled most of the business side. Your teamwork was impeccable and made even the busiest days enjoyable.

“Are you happy?” Taehyung asked one morning while in bed.

“Honestly, I didn’t think it was possible to be this happy,” you rolled over to kiss his forehead.

“Do you ever miss your old life?” he prodded.

“Why so many questions today? As much as I loved brutally murdering monsters and constantly putting my life on the line, I would say no. This life is more pleasant. How ironic is it that I had to die in order to truly live,” you stared off into the distance as you uttered that last sentence.

“My apologies, I only wanted to ask since I know you tend to get pensive during this time of the year,” Taehyung stroked your cheek.

“Thanks for always being so sweet to me. I love you, Tae,” you whisper before leaning in for a kiss.

What started as an innocent kiss soon turned into something more tainted when your hand found its way to Taehyung’s already hard cock (who knew vampires can still get morning wood?). He didn’t let you take the lead as he pushed you flat on your back and pressed his thigh against your cunt. You giggled as he kissed a trail down your neck and over your collarbones as he fondled your breasts. He latched his mouth onto one of your breasts and his tongue swirled around your nipple as his free hand ripped off your panties.

Taehyung’s fingers slipped inside you easily since you were already sopping wet for him. He smirked as the curl of his fingers made you moan and squirm beneath him. Taehyung pulled away from your breast with a satisfying “pop” and slid down to face your bare pussy. He licked shallow stripes along your folds to tease you, and let out a low chuckle when you whined for more. He placed a finger on your clit and started to rub it rapidly, not giving you any time to adjust to the intense sensation. It only took a few seconds before you were moaning and shaking at his touch.

Taehyung wasn’t finished. He went back to eating you out while pumping two fingers inside of you. The overstimulation had you seeing stars. You cried out as you came again, drenching his chin with your juices. Taehyung gave you a satisfactory grin as he rose from between your legs to align his dick with your dripping pussy.

You groaned as he filled you up. He went slow at first, his eyes closed with pleasure. You gazed at him fondly while he fucked you. He was so beautiful even when your cum was on his chin and his sweaty hair was stuck to his forehead. Taehyung opened his eyes and looked down at you with a smile. He leaned forward to kiss you once more as he snapped his hips against you.

“You’re gonna make fun of me for cumming so soon. But I can’t help it when you’re wetter than usual,” he panted as his strokes became sloppier.

“I won’t complain, you already made me cum this morning, now it’s your turn,” you answered between moans. Taehyung grunted as he came inside of you, his hot semen filling you up. He gave you one final kiss before collapsing beside you.

“You know, you never told me how I saved your life,” you said after a while.

“Hmm?” Taehyung hummed.

“You mentioned it the night you turned me,” you clarified.

“Ah, yes. My life had been meaningless for a long time before you came. For a while I was contemplating on ending it myself. But you came along and rescued me. You gave me purpose again,” he explained.

“Wow. Not to be cheesy, but you did the same for me. Honestly my life was mundane before you,” you blushed.

“Surely the best vampire hunter in the world led an exciting life,” Taehyung teased.

“I suppose I did, but I would take a lifetime with you over it any day,” you smiled, “I love you, my little vampire.”

“I love you too, ___. There’s no one else I’d rather spend eternity with.”

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rogue angel [7] bucky barnes

[Warnings] bucky barnes x reader, forced age regression, daddy!bucky, kidnapping au, dd lg dynamic, angst, punishment, mommy!wanda, fluff, implied smut

A/N: this took forever but i finally waited for actual inspiration and the chapter ended up turning out better than I expected! there should be one more chapter left after this!

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I will not touch my princess parts without Daddy’s permission.

I will not use my stuffies in dirty ways without Daddy’s permission.

I will not lie to Daddy about whether or not I’ve touched my princess parts.

I will trust Daddy to take care of my needs.

You adjusted yourself, trying to use the power in your legs to keep you steady. A pink rope tied your wrist and arms together and was also keeping your upper arms tightly bound to your torso. You struggled to keep the chalk steady as you wrote the same lines of words over and over.

Bucky didn’t outwardly say this was punishment. He said the two of you were only playing teacher and student in his office but you knew you weren’t writing these sentences for nothing. You promised yourself that, when you got back to your room, you’d check all your stuffies for recording devices.

That was the only way he could’ve known that you touched between your legs without his permission. You pressed yourself closer to the board, your hand beginning to shake as you went onto the twentieth line of words, “Daddy, I don’t like this game,” You pouted, turning your head towards him. He was leaning against his desk but his eyes were focused, not on your face but on your body.

You could tell something changed in his eyes when he saw you in that white button-up and plaid skirt. Those black, high-knee socks did a lot of favors for you too, “What did I say to call me, brat?”

You pouted, “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“That’s right, keep going,” You huffed, continuing to write. You liked when Bucky was soft and caring with you but this new side of him was causing you confusion. Due to what was happening between your legs, you could tell it was a good confusion.

You pressed your thighs together but even rubbing your thighs together was creating that same friction. As you bent over, your thighs tight together, you could feel it. You hoped Bucky didn’t notice as you continued to write.

When the chalk fell from your hand and down to the wooden floor, you heard Bucky click his tongue. You looked to him and he slowly pointed his finger down, “Get down and pick it up,”

You felt his gaze burning into your skin as you slowly attempted to kneel down. Without your arms, you thought you might lose your balance, but it seemed Bucky was enjoying your struggle. As your knees touched the floor and your white panties seemed to dig even more into your crotch, you winced. As you leaned down, it seemed to dig in even more.

I will not touch my princess parts without Daddy’s permission.

But oh how you wished you could. Bucky saw the way your hips moved, how you tried to run from the sensation, “You’re like a little bunny, aren’t you? Wanting to hump everything in sight,” Bucky teased and your cheeks heated up.

Bucky stood up straight and began to walk closer. You still struggled to grab the chalk, your heart beating out of your chest as he neared. You yelped as he grabbed the rope that wrapped around your back, effectively yanking you back up, “Get up, c’ mere,” With Bucky’s help, you shakily got back to your feet, “I’ll let you off with a warning this time.”

Bucky led behind his desk and he took a calm seat in the expensive leather chair. He looked you over again, how your breast poked through the white t-shirt and how high your little skirt had ridden. He knew how dirty your thoughts were but those little pigtails in your hair and that soft look on your face could have anyone fooled.

Bucky grabbed you by your waist, pulling you closer, “You know, as your teacher … I probably shouldn’t touch you here …” As you felt his hand on your bare thigh, moving higher and higher you started nodding uncontrollably.

“Please,” You begged, “I’ll be good from now on, Sir. I promise.”

Bucky leaned back his chair, removing his hands and your body felt so cold without his touch. He sighed, “I think your attitude still needs a little adjusting …”

You took matters into your own hands, moving to get down on your knees as you settled between his legs, “I’ll do anything to show you,” Bucky smirked, “Please, Sir?”

Bucky looked you over for only a moment, admiring your puppy dog eyes, as he began to undo his trousers, “If you can do this well,” Bucky leaned forward, grabbing your chin as he pulled you closer to his crotch, “Maybe I’ll let you hump my thigh … you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You nodded eagerly, that ache between your legs begging to be satisfied. Bucky taught you how he wanted to be tasted and all the ways to properly take him into your mouth, “Good girl.”

“The trail’s gone cold.”

Bucky ran his tired hands through his beard as he pressed the phone closer.

“I don’t understand. How can there be nothing after all these weeks?”

“This is a good thing,” Sam said, “This probably means that whoever is looking for her has given up. I wouldn’t worry over this, Buck.”

The call ended with little more to be discussed. Bucky leaned against the kitchen counter, taking a deep breath, as he tried to stop his racing thoughts. As he heard the pitter-patter of your feet coming down the stairs, he looked up. He glanced down at his watch, realizing it had been an entire hour since you went down for your nap. He was hoping for more time to gain his energy back.

“Hey, Angel,” Bucky greeted you. Looking at you in the shimmering, star-covered sundress Wanda had sent you, Bucky’s mood lifted a little bit, “I see you’ve gotten yourself dressed.”

“Of course,” You spoke nonchalantly, moving into the kitchen, “I’m a big girl, remember?”

“Huh, I don’t know if I remember that,” As you approached him, you wrapped your arms around his torso, missing his touch. It was only an hour that you were apart but you found yourself craving him constantly, “How was your nap, my angel?”

“Sleepy,” You giggled and a tired smile tugged at Bucky’s lips. Even with all the love in his eyes, you could tell something was off, “Are you … are you sad, Daddy?”

Bucky shook his head, trying to perk up, “No, just a little tired,” He said quickly, “What would you like for lunch?”

You tried to read the expression in his face. He was clearly hiding something in order to spare your feelings. You didn’t answer Bucky’s question, only grabbed his metal hand, and pulled him from the kitchen. Bucky’s eyebrows raised as you led him into the living room.

You urged him to sit down and he reluctantly agreed, “Can I ask you what exactly you’re doing, little one?” You shushed him as you grabbed a blanket, tossing it over him.

“I’m going to make you a cup of coffee and a snack! You stay there and relax,” Somehow, that made Bucky even more worried but you pushed his shoulders back down as he tried to stand again. Luckily, Lucy was there so you grabbed the toy giraffe and placed it in the man’s lap, “I’m taking care of you now, Daddy. Lucy, watch and make sure he relaxes.”

Bucky looked down at the toy giraffe with a frown, “You’re leaving Lucy to watch me?”

You were already walking out of the living room, “And she’ll tell me if you move!” Bucky slouched down, kicking his feet up on the coffee table.

When you got back to the kitchen, you started rummaging around through the cabinets. The commotion was raising Bucky’s anxiety but you only replied to his concerns with shouting, telling him to relax. You’d seen him make things in the kitchen all the time so you thought it would be easy.

Although it took you messing up five cups of coffee to get one that didn’t take like hot water, you were getting the hang of things. When you returned to the living room, you had a cup of coffee in hand and a sandwich in the other, “Bon appetit,” You set the plate in his lap and handed him the mug. Clearly, Bucky wasn’t used to the dynamic so his initial reaction was a series of blinks and a blank stare. You sat beside him and watched as he took a sip of his coffee, “Two creams and two sugars.”

Bucky grinned, “You remembered. It’s good, Angel.” You perked up at the compliment though you buried your energy, not wanting to come off as too excited.

The sandwich you made was merely two pieces of bread and a layer of peanut butter but Bucky explained it as, “This is the best sandwich I’ve ever had.”

You beamed at his words, “You mean it?”

“Of course, angel. Thank you.”

“Do you feel better?” You asked. The main reason you were doing this was because you sensed Bucky was sad. He always made you feel better when you were sad and you wanted to do the same with him.

“Much better.”

It was true. He was so focused on the thought of losing you that he forgot to appreciate actually being with you.

“Good!” You explained, “And we can even watch your sport shows. Or your news shows. Whatever you want.”

Bucky took a few more bites of his sandwich and a few more sips before setting them down on the coffee table, “There’s something I really want,” You leaned in with anticipation, “But since you’re a big girl, I’m not sure if you want to.”

Your lip pinched into a thin line as you thought about it, “What do you really want?”

Bucky shrugged, “You probably don’t want to sit in Daddy’s lap now that you’re a big girl. And you probably don’t need Daddy’s kisses.”

To Bucky’s shock, you instantly climbed into his lap, “Fine, I’m still your little girl,” Bucky’s strong arms wrapped around you and you felt the tension leave his body.

“Forever?” Bucky asked, looking up as you.

You nodded before leaving little pecks on his cheek. As you pecked his mouth, you giggled, “You taste like peanut butter.”

“I swear we did it three times before I could even get her out of bed … and then the bathroom. And then the kitchen. She doesn’t seem to ever be satisfied.”

Wanda laughed and Bucky’s explanation for why they were late to today’s playdate, “You’re not as young as you used to be Buck,” Wanda said, “This is the first time she’s ever experienced something like it, of course, she’s going to want to do it 24/7.”

“At least she’s distracted now,” Bucky walked alongside Wanda as they watched their little ones ahead of them. You held Rory’s hand as the two of you explored the wonders of the aquarium. He had been here at least a hundred times so he was excited to tell you all the animal facts that he knew.

You found yourself tuning out at times, just to take in the beautiful animals and the ambiance created by the blue light. It was technically your first time out in public since Bucky took you from that town in London. You thought you might be a little more nervous to face the world but the feeling you had was quite the opposite.

You thought you might be a little embarrassed to be your rainbow-colored t-shirt, jean overalls, and your high socks but no one seemed to pay you any mind. As soon as you got out of the car, Rory rushed over and complimented you and you did the same as you admired the whale on his shirt. The fabric read “I whaley love you”.

The four of you walked around for hours but you were having so much fun that it felt like a blur. You even saw a dolphin show and got splashed with water. A few times during the day, you glanced at Bucky and saw a genuine smile on his face. The two of you held hands during the show and he seemed to squeeze yours as he witnessed something amazing. It seemed like both of you were having new experiences today.

All of you ended up in the gift shop after the dolphin show and Wanda calmly tried to explain to Rory that they’d have to leave the aquarium soon. Rory pouted and whined which you giggled at, “Five minutes, mister. And you can pick out one stuffie. One,” Rory nodded, grabbing a hold of your hand as he led you away.

The gift shop's walls were covered in ocean animal plushies. As Rory looked through the multi-colored penguins, he asked you, “What are we going to do at your house today?”

It was still strange to think of it as your own house but you felt comforted by the fact that you had somewhere to belong. You had been anticipating your playdate with Rory for a long while. When Bucky was on the phone with Wanda, the two of you would constantly talk to each other. Rory was really the only “little” you knew and, even hearing about his day, would take some of your insecurities away. You were adjusting more and more every day.

“We’re going to play with Archie and we’re going to make hot chocolate and cookies. My Daddy is going to make a big fire at night and we’re going to lay outside and look up at all the stars,” You were beaming as you spoke. Rory could sense your excitement simply by how much you were talking. Usually, he did all the talking between the two of you, “And we’re going to sleep in a big tent alllll night.”

Rory’s mouth was agape, “All night?”

You nodded, still smiling, “And my Daddy is going to make us french toast in the morning.”

“That’s awesome, I’ve never been camping before,” Rory said and you agreed, “Is Archie going to sleep in the tent with us?”

“Yeah, he’s going to protect us from the bears,” Rory’s eyes widened with fear and you giggled, “I’m just kidding.”

Rory ended up picking out a purple penguin, and as the two of you returned to your caregivers, you felt a sudden urgency. Bucky could tell exactly what that face meant. “Angel, do you have to-”

You nodded, your face heating in embarrassment, “I’ll take her,” Wanda interjected, holding her gentle hand out to you, “Rory, do you have to go too, bubba?”

Rory shook his head and Wanda continued to pull you along. She squeezed your hand, sharing a warm smile with you as she tried to gauge your excitement for tonight’s sleepover. You couldn’t help but feel a little intimidated by her beauty when you talked to her but Wanda’s aura seemed to ease any tension you felt.

She went with you to the gift shop bathroom. As you finished up and washed your hands, you walked out of the bathroom, deciding to wait for Wanda there. You crossed your arms as you waited, staring down at your Mary Jane’s.

As you waited, you started to feel a gaze burning into you. For a moment, you were back in East London. You were searching for Hydra while trying to avoid the authorities hunting you.

“Then you’re from Hydra?”

“They’ve been destroyed, Y/N.”

You remembered gripping the gun tighter, “That’s not my name.”

You could feel that gun in your hand. You could feel yourself pointing at him. At the time, you thought Bucky was the worse thing that could happen to you.

As you lifted your head, you found brown eyes staring into you. Your heart skipped a beat as you stared back at the man. They were cold and unforgiving. He was middle-aged, his brunette hair slicked down. Your eyes wandered down to where his hand rested on his hip. In his other hand was a brown notebook.

Before you could recognize the familiarity of the book, you heard Wanda’s voice, “Ready to go, beautiful?” You looked at her nodding and she grabbed your hand again. As the two of you walked away, you looked back to see that the man had disappeared. Looking forward again, you took a deep breath and tried to forget.

You watched from Bucky’s lap as Archie ran to Rory, and the happy camper began rubbing the dog's stomach. Wanda was sitting in her fold-out chair, sipping at her mug of hot cocoa. The night was growing colder but, with the fire and being in Bucky’s arms you didn’t feel it. Bucky tightened his coat around you, zipping it all the way up.

You leaned your back into his chest, just to enjoy his warmth, “You don’t want to play with Archie and Rory?” Bucky asked curiously.

Bucky felt you shake your head.

“You’ve been quiet since we left the Aquarium and you haven’t eaten one marshmallow tonight. My baby must be sick, hmm?” He spoke to you in a teasing way but, as he heard your silence, he started to grow worried, “Angel?”

You turned your body, tucking your face into his neck, “I … I-I got a weird feeling,” Even talking about it, brought the feeling back. You wanted nothing more than to feel something else, “It felt like … like he was going to suck me back into that black hole.”

“He? Who made you feel like that?” Bucky became more concerned but he tried not to panic you.

“The man outside the bathroom,” You explained and you felt Bucky’s grip tighten on you, “He was … scary.”

“Tell me exactly what he looked like,” Bucky stated, “Please, angel.”

You tried your best to describe the man, from his eyes to the clothes he was wearing, “He had this … book.”

“Zemo,” Bucky breathed, “Fuck, it’s Zemo.”

Bucky’s mind was racing and as you sat up in his lap, your eye wandered over his face, “Who is that?”

Bucky didn’t answer, only bit down on his lip. He thought for only a while longer before moving you and standing up from the chair, “Wanda!” He shouted, and the woman stood up, alert, “I have to go and you have to get her out of here. As far as possible.”

Wanda nodded, understanding. She clearly knew much more than you did, “Daddy?” You asked, pulling at his jacket.

He looked down at you with determination in his eyes, “Don’t be scared, angel. Daddy’s gonna take care of this.”

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