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aveegrex · 3 years ago

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FIRST DATE HEADCANNONS

the first part took off so good I decided to feed the rest of y'all who simp for other characters

genre: fluff absolutely, a little nsfw in geto's part but just vague mentions of unspecified sexual activity characters: Sukuna, Todo, Geto, Inumaki, Noritoshi Kamo, Mahito pairing: jjk bois x gn!reader word count: 1,3k cw: oh I guess none, maybe just mentions of medical stuff for Mahito's but nothig specific. I guess I should warn you about horny Geto but like ???, also one mention of andrew tate so brace yourselves

author's note: I tried to do Suguru justice since he's hot but he's also extremely annoying in my opinion so please forgive me if that shows

Sukuna:

big scary curse with big scary thoughts, okay

let’s put it aside for a second and concentrate on his nature

at his core, Sukuna is a man who’s driven not by rationale, but his impulses and urges. Emotions, if you will.

So I think he prefers bonding through those as well, and not so much through words. He doesn’t need a conversation to make an impression, and he doesn’t need to hear you talking to understand you. He needs to feel you.

We also have to remember that he loves it when emotions are raw and bare. Battles, orgies, massacres, dances - they show the true sides of people.

He loves darker settings and would probably be craving something that reminds him of a feast or bacchanalia

Soooo… Techno rave as a first date? Yes?

Yes.

Bass boosted beats vibrating through your body, sweat and alcohol in the air leaving your mind hazy - oh yes, that’s his vibe.

He’d love to move to the beat with you, hands roaming each other’s bodies, getting to know each other so close so soon.

Don’t be shy, he loves seeing you move so freely to the sound of music

Overall a really unexpected yet very intimate first date experience.

Not for the weak of heart, but definitely worth a shot.

Todo:

Big boi is all about extremes. He’s a passionate loud man, and would definitely try to make your first date fun, loud and energetic

More so, he’s a j-pop stan fella, a music fan

But we have to remember that he’s also a very intelligent guy and would probably want to have a conversation with you

Honestly, I’m thinking a festival with lots of music and dancing activities

And obviously a fireworks in the end

It’s fun and loud, it also leaves room for a chat, and it’s so bright and warm

Also, with all those little games he’d definitely try to win you the biggest plushie possible, pouting if he doesn’t succeed on the first try

Just tell him you believe in him and he’ll bring you that giant teddy with the widest grin possible

If you get tired of all the noise and fuss around, don’t hesitate to tell him that

And don’t be shy to find yourself in a quieter part of park later, making out with that hunk for dear life

Honestly, the date with Todo might be a little exhausting, but it’s a very sweet kind of exhaustion and he will certainly leave you satisfied

Mahito:

to get it out of the way, I find Mahito attractive and a little creepy at the same time, so no hate here to Mahito-lovers, I’ve got you

He’s a very curious man, a little too much sometimes

We know he’s interested in spirituality, things like philosophy and religion

And we also know he’s a little creep who likes seeing dissected and disformed bodies.

But given how he is self-aware and doesn’t want to scare you away, he’d probably try to dial it all down to something conventionally acceptable and just as amusing

Here we go

Gird your loins

A museum date. A mummy exhibition. An exhibition of ancient medical practices. A medical theater type of exhibition.

That’s his jam, and it’s honestly rather interesting.

He already knows some things about past medical practices, and would gladly tell you how ancient physicians thought that the gateway to the soul is through the nostrils, and how in Medieval times they thought that bleeding helps with inner demons.

Can’t blame a boy with hyperfixation.

So not only do you get a rather fascinating pastime, you also are to be provided with a personal guided tour.

If he rambles too much, and the topic drifts to something not everyone’s gut is ready for, just take his hand in yours and lean into him

He’d immediately skip to something much more pleasant and will drag you to a different part of the museum so you could show him some of your favorites.

Also he’s the one to buy you a coffee to go after and walk you through the park, reminiscing on what you should do next time.

A little weird, but adorably so, and certainly worth it.

Inumaki:

Ohhhhh we’re finally getting to the date that actively includes food

If he asks you on a date you just have to know that talking part will be rather limited

But I think Toge didn’t choose onigiri ingredients to be his language for nothing. The boy is definitely a foodie.

So instead of just sitting down in a restaurant, he’d ask you to a culinary class!

Don’t worry, it’s a beginners’ course and the dishes are rather simple, the class being targeted more towards learning to cook for yourself.

And couples are welcome to work in pairs!!

So, how does spending a couple of hours side by side with this boy sound?

You two would definitely be the teacher’s favorites, since you don’t get distracted by chatter and are very concentrated on bonding through completing the tasks and steps together.

If you’re not good at cooking yourself, it’s no big deal - he’s not a chef himself and would probably mime something cute and funny your way to make you feel better.

After the class you two get to eat your creation and he’s sitting very close, refusing to take his own utensils, opening his mouth with puppy eyes instead.

Feed the baby. Feed him. He’s done a good job making that sauce.

A couple of days later he shows up to you unexpectedly with a little bento box. You’ll find an upgraded version of the same dish inside.

Kiss him good after, he tried his best and was dead set on conveying his intentions through his silent yet endearing love language.

Tuna that mayo, love.

Noritoshi:

oh okay this one is way harder since I don’t know much about him, but let's try

a traditional guy gone rogue?

I see that translating well into a traditional date with a fresh approach.

Like movies, but it’s an open air cinema, or it’s a restaurant date, but the two of you are actually just tasting different street foods from the trucks around the park.

He’s not very creative when it comes to date ideas, so he’ll put his soul into making the best conversation and guaranteeing you feel relaxed, safe and happy the whole time.

So eventually it turns to improvisation with the two roaming the streets and just diving into stores, following some interesting alleys and chatting your hearts away.

He’ll take your hand and leave a sweet chaste peck on it when you’re distracted by some toys on display.

He’ll also be dying of happiness inside if he notices you shivering. Don’t get it wrong!! He’s just on cloud nine since now he has an excuse to offer you his warm jacket and see you in his clothes.

Please take it, he might die of cold of course, but he’ll die a happy fulfilled man.

Kamo might get a little anxious about walking you home though, just because he doesn’t want to seem intrusive.

So he’ll call you an uber premium, kiss you softly before you drive off (ugh you know those cinematic through-the-car-window kisses)

And will text you later, asking if you’ve gotten home safely.

I dunno I just feel like he’s not that much of an asshole and is just trying to manifest a gloomy persona being a softie inside.

Geto:

ermmmmmm

you fuck

sorry not sorry, the first date with this edgelord was initially supposed to be a one night stand

he just got a little invested with you and now he can’t think of anything else besides asking you on a proper date

ends up just too horny and desperate, succumbing to his monkey desires

yeah you fuck again

it’s absolutely the friends with benefits turned romantic partners situation

idk what else to say like at least he’s incredible in bed you do you bubs

do him from time to time though he’ll get out of this andrew tate phase and turn into a good boyfriend

MDNI, reblogs are welcome, you're free to use these ideas in your personal life although the success is not guaranteed lol

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ladyseaheart1668 · 5 years ago

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Endless Summer Book 4 - Daughter of Vaanu (Chapter Forty-Seven

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Chapter 47: Breakout

Jake

We're fed at some point, a couple hours after we've been caged up. Three covered plastic trays are slid through a space under the door about three inches off the ground, followed by three plastic water bottles that roll lazily toward us before curving right or left and coming to rest against the cage wire. For a moment, we don't move, exchanging wary glances. Finally, I sigh and stand up, marching over to claim one of the trays and bottles.

“Come on, y'all,” I mutter. “No one's getting helped by us starving ourselves.”

Sean and Michelle slowly follow my lead. I take my tray back to my corner and pull off the lid to find a thin hamburger patty, a spoonful of mashed potatoes that look like they've been browned under a heat lamp, and about a half cup of dull green wrinkled peas and faded orange carrot cubes.

“Prison food,” I mutter. “Brings back memories.”

��...Doesn't seem very substantial,” Sean says uncertainly.

“I'm guessing they're more concerned with keeping us alive than healthy,” Michelle sighs. “Eat, Sean.”

“I am...”

“No, you're not. Don't play innocent. You're planning to pick at your food until I finish, and then you're going to claim you're not hungry and offer me the rest.”

I can't help but snicker at the way Sean jumps guiltily, flushing as he mumbles some excuse. Michelle purses her lips fixing him with a stern glare.

“Don't make me tell you again, Sean Gayle.”

I snort. “Better listen to your wife, Cap.” I feel my wry smile flatten as I break off a piece of my hamburger patty with my fingers. “...She's absolutely right. They're not worried about keeping us healthy, so we can't afford to turn away food or water. Not until one of us gets bad enough to need extra food.”

Sean doesn't directly respond, but he does eat. Michelle meets my eyes briefly, but I look away quickly, focusing on the tasteless sustenance on the tray. Still, I can feel her gaze on me.

“...No one's going to get that bad, Jake. I'm not letting that happen. We're going to get out before it gets to that point.”

“Damn straight,” I mutter. “Alodia needs me.” I stuff hamburger patty into my mouth to avoid further conversation. And because I need to eat.

We all clean our own trays. After about a half hour of silence, we start to drift closer to each other. Close enough that we can start to talk quietly among ourselves. Hopefully quiet enough that the goons guarding us don't hear.

“So...what exactly is the plan here?” Sean whispers. “We need a way to get out of this cage, past the guards, out of whatever kind of compound we're in...and then a way to get home. And to get home we need to figure out where we are to begin with.”

“I can take care of the first part,” Michelle murmurs. “I have a hairpin, and Grace gave me a few lock-picking lessons a few years ago.”

Sean raises an eyebrow. “She did? Why?”

“I was stressing out over exams, and learning how to pick locks gave my brain a break, okay? Can we focus?”

“I get that much,” Sean protests, still whispering. “But why lock-picking and not...sudoku? Or knitting?”

“If I had learned knitting, I wouldn't know how to get us out of here, would I?”

“We'll need some kind of diversion to keep the guards from st—” I cut myself off as I register the sound of footsteps approaching. Heavy footfalls, and as they get closer, there is an accompanying reek of cigar smoke. Lundgren, with more armored goons behind him. He unlocks the door. For a moment, I'm tempted to shout, “Run!” and have us all rush out, but that wouldn't end up well for us, so I bite my tongue. But I'm regretting it a moment later when Lundgren drags me to my feet with a hand around my throat and my friends are pushed back against the cage walls by the others. I grip the meaty wrist under my chin, trying to get under the thick fingers crushing my windpipe. He brings his face in close. Close enough that the cherry-red tip of his cigar comes uncomfortably close to my skin.

“Time for you to come with me, Wolf,” he hisses, “We got a few things to discuss.”

Aleister

“...You're sure about this information?” Police Chief Agatha Greer asks, frowning at the printed-out pages I have placed on her desk.

“Absolutely. My sister is already en route to the American embassy in the Dominican Republic with our head of security.”

“That isn't necessary. We can forward this information to the embassy.”

“And I encourage you to do so. But it would be wise to encourage them to wait for my sister and Ms. Namazi's arrival to contact the Coast Guard.”

“...Why?”

“So that Estela and Zahra can accompany them, naturally.” I can see from the set of the police chief's mouth that she is unconvinced. “I realize you may have qualms about sending civilians into a potentially dangerous hostage situation, but those women have likely faced the very criminals who are likely keeping our friends captive right now, and they are more than capable. Besides that, no one is getting on that island without Zahra Namazi.”

“...You do realize, Mr. Rourke, that with this information, a warrant to search your family's island could be obtained with relative ease?”

“Of course. This is not defiance, Chief Greer. As I said, those are our friends we believe are being held on that island. We want them back out of harm's way. But our security system was designed to protect a relatively unguarded island from intrusion by anyone who might mean harm to the property we keep there, or to the island's delicate ecosystem. Tripping the system will set off...traps. Noxious stimuli. Sound waves. Non-lethal, but designed to incapacitate the intruder until someone arrives to turn them off. ...They would not distinguish between the kidnappers and the rescuers. And if the alarms are tripped, it is possible our friends would also be affected.”

“And the alarms can't be deactivated remotely?”

“They are not designed to be, no.”

She looks at me for a long moment. I wonder if she is thinking of asking me why not. Why our security systems would be designed so that the local Coast Guard would not even be able to set foot on the island to investigate an intrusion. I wonder if it has occurred to her to wonder what we are protecting. Instead she says, “...Then, it is highly unlikely that these security...blips...are a distraction.”

“Indeed. It is also highly unlikely that they were achieved by someone without intimate knowledge of Rourke International's systems.”

“...A disgruntled employee perhaps?”

“Given their targets, I do not believe so. There is a long list of targets I would expect a disgruntled employee to go after before these particular people. Myself. My sister. My wife, my son, my sister's girlfriend. My father-in-law. Or my mother-in-law. My sister's maternal uncle.” I deliberately leave Estela's mother off the list. As far as most of our employees know, both of our mothers are long buried. It would be difficult to explain to an outsider that my mother is an AI and hers was recently reincarnated. “Those who have gone missing are very dear friends. But there would be no reason for our average employee to assume that they are so much closer to us than our partners and blood-relatives.”

But clearly the police chief is not behind on the gossip. “...I was not considering that they were disgruntled employees of yours. Or at least...not that they had been hired under you. Everett Rourke Senior had a particular obsession with the young woman who went missing from California, didn't he?”

I nod slowly. “...Yes,” I admit. “He did. ...Are you suggesting that someone employed under my father might be the one orchestrating this? As some sort of...what, a tribute to my father?”

“You don't sound particularly surprised by the suggestion.”

I shrug. “The possibility occurred to me, too. But...it isn't as if I could immediately point to a suspect. Or a motive.”

“...If it comes to it, would you cooperate in allowing us to question your employees?”

“We are an international corporation, Chief. ...I imagine you are not interested in wasting time in this investigation, and would only be questioning employees that you have a solid reason to suspect.” I hesitate a moment, but I feel compelled to set my jaw and look her in the eye. “...If any current employee has had a hand in the disappearance of my friends, I want them out of our employ. If you can trace their disappearance back to someone in our company, I would gladly put the cuffs on them myself.”

“I doubt that will be required of you, Mr. Rourke. But I'll do my part to see that this whole situation has a happy ending.”

Jake

A backhand across my face makes my teeth rattle and leaves me smarting. I hold in a cry, gripping the arms of the chair I'm tied to, and keep my eyes screwed shut until my ears stop ringing.

“Thought we were gonna talk, Lundgren,” I growl when I trust myself to speak again. “So far, I ain't hearing anything outta your shit mouth.”

“Talking ain't much fun,” he replies, shrugging. “And I ain't got much to say.”

“Then you mind I do the talking?”

“You got something to say?”

I raise my head, feeling the contempt seeping from my eyes and my voice when I say, “I was wondering if there was word on my wife. Any idea when she's getting here?”

Lundgren leans over, bracing his hands on his thighs. “Let's say I know. Let's say I know exactly when she's coming. Why do you think I'd tell you?”

I try not to let my shoulders slump. “...Can't blame a guy for trying.”

“Who says I can't?” Another hard backhand gets my ears ringing again. I can't hold back a grunt, especially when the next blow comes before the last one's stopped smarting. And then there's a third, and a forth. When a weak yelp finally slips out, I get a moment's reprieve, and I get my tongue back under control.

“...Won't ask why you're doing this. Gotta say, it's funny you never try to defend what you did.”

“Yeah? You find that funny?”

I don't dare try looking at him. My eyes ain't focusing right, and I don't want to look at him anyway.

“They say every man's the hero in his own story. Even Rourke tries to pretend he's benevolent. Or at least that he deserves power because he's smarter than everyone else or more ambitious or whatever.” Now I do raise my head just a little. “But you...you don't pretend it was ever about anything other than stepping on anyone smaller than you. I guess that's kinda like thinking you deserve power if you can get your hands around it, but you ain't never tried to pretend that's a virtue.”

“So you admire honest dishonesty?”

I force my eyes to focus so I can glare at him properly. “Didn't say I admired it. Only thing worse than a bully is one who knows he's doing wrong but does it anyway.”

Lundgren crosses his arms, looking down at me with contempt. “I ain't never claimed to be a complicated man, Wolf. I ain't looking to convince you that you should've sided with me. I can tell ya till I'm blue in the face it would've been better for your health, but you probably realize that. Men like you and Darwin are too damn hung up on your principles to see sense when it's staring you in the face.” He reaches out to grab a fistful of my hair and drag my head back. I gasp as the sudden motion sends a sharp pain lancing through my neck. “...This, Wolf...it's just about getting what I want outta you. I just want to see you suffer.”

“I thought as much. But thanks for clearing that up.” He lets go of my hair and circles behind the chair. I can't turn my head enough to see where he's gone, but I hear the rattle of small metal objects behind me. In spite of myself, I feel my pulse quicken. When I speak, my breath catches a little. “Let me guess what you got there: thumbscrews, hot pokers, and pliers for teeth and toenails?”

Lundgren chuckles. “Loving the bravado, Wolf. Maybe you can help me decide where to start.” He circles around to face me again. He's got a police truncheon in his right hand now, and he taps it menacingly against his left palm. “Wanna start light, ya know? Build it up.”

“Sure, I get it. It's like sex, right? Don't wanna blow your load too quick or you're left frustrated.”

He hums noncommittally, trailing meaty fingertips over my neck and shoulders, pinching here or there or grasping my chin and turning my face toward him only to let go again a moment later. I feel like a dog in a kennel show. At first, I don't even realize what it was that made him pause at the same time as I startled in my chair. Then the scream registers, echoing from somewhere else in the compound; a protracted howl of agony that makes my blood run cold. I know that voice.

“...Mike...”

Lundgren steps back, smirking. “Your armor's cracking, Wolf.”

I look up sharply, tugging at my restraints. “What have you done? What have you done to him?!”

“Think I'd better go look in on that,” Lundgren remarks absently. “I'll be back when I feel like it.”

“Wait!” I scream desperately as he strides out the door. “Where is Mike?! What have you done to Mike?! Lundgren!”

The clanging of the metal door as it shuts securely behind him cuts goes through me like an explosion, and then there is an unbearable silence.

Zahra

I've been working for five years on strengthening security around the island to keep the Vaanti safe without the protection of the time bubble or the crystals. It doesn't take much to send an encrypted message to Seraxa, warning her that there will be outsiders poking around the island and that Elyys'tel needs to lock down. The data collected from the security breaches suggests that the kidnappers landed somewhere on the southern tip of the island, so not close to any major Vaanti settlements. But it only takes one sighting to put their whole damn race in danger. Unfortunately, getting the Coast Guard to cooperate with me and Estela is predictably frustrating.

“Lieutenant Torres,” Estela says, her voice low and icy as she struggles to keep her temper in check. “Zahra and I know that island. None of your team have ever set foot there.”

“That is not enough to justify bringing two civilians into a potentially hostile situation,” the Lieutenant replies. “Besides, La Huerta's tiny.”

“It's got an area of about forty square miles,” I retort. “And there are at least half a dozen places they could be holding our friends within a ten mile radius of the point of breach. Half a dozen abandoned compounds, volcano shelters, or labs nestled in a dense jungle.”

“It's been almost two days since our friends went missing,” Estela adds. “There's not going to be much time to waste. If you let us guide you, everything will go faster.”

“You could give us a map.”

“We don't have maps of the island!” I snap. “We've never needed them! And don't talk about us giving you directions, because neither of us trust you not to get lost. We'll stay outside while you storm the compounds, but we're not staying on this ship.”

Torres looks at me like I'm a piece of gum stuck on the bottom of his shoe. Or a gnat buzzing in his ear.

“You're not going to help your friends by fighting me on this.”

“Actually, we are. Because you letting us help you is the only way our friends get helped.”

Torres sighs, rubbing his hands over his face. “...I am going to regret this.”

“No,” Estela says flatly. “You will not. Not if you're smart.”

“If I were smart, I wouldn't be letting a couple of civilians talk me into bringing them along on a rescue mission.”

“You would if you those civilians were your best chance of a successful mission.”

“Yeah, well, we'll see I guess,” Torres grumbles. “Forgive me if I'm not all that confident.”

“You're forgiven. You've never met us.”

Torres rolls his eyes and me and gets up to stalk up onto the main deck, leaving me and Estela in silence. Estela sighs, coming to sit beside me, gazing over my shoulder at the screen of the laptop balanced on my thighs.

“Any luck figuring out who sent that email?”

I shake my head. “Figuring out who sent it is a puzzle for another time. Right now, I'm more concerned with reading up on Project Galatea.”

“So what have you figured out?”

“Looks like Project Galatea was some kind of AI that Cassandra Chandler was working on. Or...Cassandra Sullivan at the time. And if I'm understanding what I'm reading correctly...the project data was stolen. And probably sold to Rourke.”

“Hnn,” Estela sneers. “And I expect he used it to create Iris. So he wasn't the entirely self-made man he claimed to be. Aleister will love this.”

“Yeah...I think he probably got a lot of Iris from Project Galatea. But Iris probably wasn't his first attempt. The message said that to find Cassandra's child, we have to consult her first baby. I think there may be a version of Galatea around somewhere. Probably somewhere on the island.”

“Let's hope it is. We don't really have time for a wild goose chase. Actually...let's just hope everyone we're missing is on the island. Then we don't have to worry about tracking down Galatea.”

“That would definitely be the best case scenario,” I agree. “Worst case scenario is that this actually is a wild goose chase. That one of Rourke's pets sent this along as a distraction. Hell, Project Galatea might even be fabricated.”

“Then for now, we focus on the island. We focus on finding our friends.”

Sean

“...I don't think we can wait any longer.”

Michelle looks at me. Her expression is grim and determined, but there's fear in her eyes. “Sean...we can't be rash if we want to survive this.”

“We can't just sit around indefinitely, either!” I whisper. “We can't be sure Lundgren intends to bring Jake back at all. At this point, we don't even know if Mike is alive!”

“And if we're both killed right here? Who's going to help Jake and Mike then?” She crosses her arms, sighing down at the floor. “...I don't...disagree with you, Sean. But we still need a plan.”

I draw her into my arms, bending slightly so that I can whisper in her ear. “Okay. You're right. So. There's two of us...and currently, there's two of them. So what do we do?”

“We have to take them out somehow. And arm ourselves so that we can deal with anyone else who comes around.”

I let my gaze slide over toward the guards and find my eyes drawn to their belts. Batman-style utility belts. ...Murder-y Batman. They've got sidearms, taser guns...and...several canisters with bright red spray buttons.

“...Hey, Michelle,” I murmur. “...What do you suppose is in those canisters?”

“Not sure. Pepper spray, maybe?”

“...Think we could use it?”

“I think we should try to use anything we have at our disposal. Including pepper spray.”

“Well. Then let's put our heads together.”

Jake

I don't know how long Lundgren spends beating on me. He probably wasn't kidding about starting light and working up. He spends most of the time he's in with me working around my head and face, but he does get me in the gut a few times, and at one point he kicks the chair over to have at anything he can reach with a belt like he's a drunk lowlife dad waling on his kid. ...Like he's goddamn Marcus Gayle... I can't help thinking it as I lie on a rough concrete floor with a chair still strapped to my back, gritting my teeth against the fiery sting of synthetic leather against my flesh. Weird what you think about when you're trying not to think about the pain. When it hurts just enough that you might still have some ability to distract yourself. That's not going to last. I know that. In a few days, I won't be able to think about anything but the pain. I'll be screaming. ...Like Mike...Where is Mike? Oh, god, where is Alodia? What are they doing to her? What are they going to do to our daughter?

...I shouldn't have left her. I knew I shouldn't have. I knew it before I got on the fucking plane that I should have stayed with her. If I had listened to my goddamn gut instead of rationalizing until I convinced myself everything would be fine . . .

I don't know what makes Lundgren leave off me when he does, but I don't question it. I don't say a fucking word. I keep my teeth clenched and try not to groan. I feel a whimper sticking in my throat, trying to claw its way up, but I swallow against it like it's a giant horse pill I'm choking on. I'll end up giving him the satisfaction if I'm here much longer. I know that. But I'm holding out against that inevitability as long as I can. He doesn't say anything. Just leaves the room and slams the door locked behind him, leaving me in a windowless room with a single, dim bulb fixed to the ceiling as my only source of light.

I let it out. I let out what I've been holding back. Not all of it, and not all at once, but I start to let the air out of that balloon in little moans and whimpers and quiet, shuddering sobs. Crying for myself, for my brother, for my wife, for Sean and Michelle and the fucked up direction their honeymoon has taken, for Diego...wherever he is. God, I hope he's with Alodia. Please, just wherever those two are, please let them be together...

My tears aren't dried yet, but somewhere in my brain, it's clicked that I'm secured with ropes, not chains. Braided, nylon ropes. I can work my way out of ropes. It won't be easy. I'm secured with my forearms pressed to the arms of the chair, palms down. I'll have to get my arms turned if I want my fingers to have a chance of reaching the knots. It's gonna take effort. It's gonna take time. It's damn sure gonna hurt. But it's all I can do right now.

It's for Alodia. Every effort I make here, it's all for her. I grit my teeth and curl my hands into fists. The muscles of my forearms constrict against their restraints. I hold it as long as I can stand before releasing and trying again. Gotta wear the rope down. Like water smoothing down a stone. Like filling a bucket drop by drop. Another fist. Another drop in the bucket.

Hang on, Alodia. I'm coming.

Estela

A small unit of Coast Guard sailors under Torres' command disembark with us on the island, once Zahra has disarmed the security system to let us through. I don't know what precisely their titles are, but apparently they have the authority to help our friends and take their kidnappers into custody, so I really don't care. We draw up on the beach in a lifeboat, and I find a place where the small vessel can be secured against the rising tide. There is still more than a hint of distaste in the way Torres looks at me and Zahra. I can't say I entirely blame him. I am not arrogant enough not to realize that he has a perfectly good reason to believe two civilians would be a liability on this rescue mission. And now we've gone and forced his hand. But to his credit, he isn't being petty about it.

“So how do you think we should go about this?” he asks without making it painfully obvious he is trying not to sigh.

“I suggest we start by letting Iris sweep for anything unusual,” Zahra replies.

“Iris?” Torres repeats, Zahra pulls the drone out of her backpack, holding it up to show him.

“AI drone. A project of Rourke Senior's, but she's been reprogrammed to work for us now. She's linked up to our security satellites, and has a few sweet sensors and tracers of her own built in. She might not get us exact facial matches or anything, but she can give us a clue where to start, and she'll let us know when we're getting warm.”

Zahra clicks the drone on and opens her hand to release Iris, who hovers in the air for a moment before her hologram flickers into view. The sailors raise eyebrows and exchange glances, clearly interested in this piece of tech and curious to see where this is going. With Imogen Rourke's consciousness in control of her program, Iris is more human now than when we first met her, but that also means she's human enough to know when she needs to downplay her humanity. She keeps her expression and movements particularly artificial as she blinks down at Zahra.

“Hello, Zahra,” she chirps. “How can I help?” Of course, she already knows what Zahra needs. We discussed everything at length on the flight to the Dominican Republic.

“Iris, I need an approximate visual scan of the island at present. Can you do that for me?”

“Enabling all scanners...all scanners enabled...opening to all frequencies...connecting to satellite security system...connection successful. Converting all data to visual...conversion successful. Connecting to Zahra's phone...”

Zahra's phone chimes from her pocket. She pulls it out and grins triumphantly, turning the screen to show off the image. Torres leans in for a closer look, frowning skeptically at the image on the screen.

“Is that a satellite map? We have access to satellite maps.”

“Not like what Iris has access to. This isn't just satellite imagery.” She turns the phone back to look at the image herself as she taps and glides her fingertips over the screen. “It's all the data Iris can gather, converted into visual data that I can interpret, and it's all recent enough to be relevant. It even shows hot spots, like...” she trails off abruptly, frowning at the screen. I feel my heart flutter with anxiety.

“What is it? What did you find?”

“...I'm pretty sure it's a plane.” She looks up at Torres. “Definitely not an authorized flight. Jake McKenzie and Mike Darwin are the only pilots with clearance to land on the island, and they'd normally land on the northwest strip near where the resort used to be. But there is another strip a couple miles from here—and it's not far from one of the old bunkers.”

Torres frowns a moment. Then he nods. “Okay. I guess we know where to start looking. ...Lead the way, ladies.”

Jake

It's not long before the spots where the ropes make contact with my right arm start to burn. I grit my teeth and keep going. No surprise, it gets worse, progressing to a line of hornet stings that makes me suck in my breath every time I move. I'm starting to see blood on the ropes by the time I finally succeed in turning my arm over, and the pain is making my throat feel like it's slowly closing, but I can bend my fingers toward the knots at my wrists now, and that's enough of a start. I've been here for hours, at least. I'm thirsty enough to know that. God, there's probably a lot I'd do for a drink of water right now.

Every muscle in my body tenses as the sound of the door's locking mechanism unlatching reverberates through the room. My heart hammers against my ribcage, my blood singing in my ears, my fingers starting to sweat and slip in their frantic and futile attempt to get one of the knots undone before the door opens. For an instant, light floods over my face, stinging my eyes. But then Lundgren's shadow blocks it out and the door closes again, shutting us up in the shadows with the acrid smell of cigar smoke. He crouches down next to me, balancing on the balls of his wide feet as he takes the cigar from between his teeth and breathes the smoke into my face. He hooks a meaty forefinger under the braided band of nylon around my forearm.

“Been busy, Wolf?” he sneers. He taps his cigar and a smoldering ash falls onto my cheek. I flinch. I can't help it. “Yeah, figured you would try something like this. You're a determined idiot that way.”

He clamps his cigar between his teeth again and pulls a switchblade out of his boot. There's a small click as he flicks it open, the light from the single bulb swinging slightly above my head winking off the blade's edge. He rests the blade on my cheek.

“You could use a shave.”

“My wife likes the fuzzy look,” I retort. I feel the blade's point trail down my neck, over my shoulder and down my arm. It doesn't really register that he's cut through the bonds around my forearm until he's slicing through the ones around my wrist. My first instinct is to go for the ropes on the other arm and tug them off. But his first move is to grab my raw, bleeding wrist and squeeze. I hear myself make a strangled noise as the pain wedges my breath in my throat and makes my eyes water. I can feel him staring at me as he holds on for a few seconds, but I can't look him in the eye. He lets me go, and in the next moment, he's dragged the chair upright again with me still in it. The violent, disorienting motion turns my stomach and sets my head whipping back and forth on my neck. I've hardly stilled before Lundgren grabs my hair and drags my head back. He leans close, breathing cigar smoke into my face.

“I'm ready to hurt ya a little more, Wolf. But I'm gonna be sporting this time. Give ya a fighting chance.”

I feel his knife wedging under the nylon cords on my left arm and cutting me loose. He's got me by the throat before I can fully register that both my hands are free. They fly to his wrists now, fighting to keep the heel of his hand off my windpipe as he drags me bodily upright.

“You're weak, Wolf. Always were. Scrawny, shaggy dog. You got soft on the run. Civilian life has made you softer. Maybe you should thank me for the fact that I'm gonna kill you before your brat kid can make you saggy and turn your hair gray.”

“F-fuck you...”

The room blurs abruptly behind him. Pain flares in my neck, and then in my shoulder and the side of my head when it connects with the hard concrete wall. I can't hold back a cry. Lundgren laughs.

“That's right! Yelp, Wolf! Yelp for...”

I look up as he trails off. He's scowling, but not at me. His gaze has turned toward the door. When the ringing in my ears settles, I realize what's got his attention. Just beyond the door, there's the sound of shouting and running footsteps. His fingers around my throat loosen just slightly. I wonder for an instant if there's any chance of me getting a good kick to his balls in, but before I can take aim, the door slams against the room's interior wall. I feel a grin split my face.

Sean and Michelle, both armed with rifles, stand in the doorway, their weapons aimed at Lundgren.

“Drop. Him.”

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joonbug22 · 6 years ago

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Midspring Night’s Dream (Enemies to Lovers!J Hope AU)

Pairing: Plus Sized Female Reader x J Hope

Word Count: 4,508

Genre: Angst a tiny bit of smut

Warning(s): mature language, fat shaming, smut in the second part

A/N: after a year of attempting to write this, I’ve finally gotten something post worthy. it’s longer than I’ve anticipated so I will break it into 2 parts. enjoy! btw this was written for my sister @carissalovespandas and written in her image.

Part: 1 / 2

“Did you really think you could pull that off at your size?”

You could still hear Hoseok’s voice ringing in your ears as you laid out on your bed, sobbing. It wasn’t uncommon for him to say little sideways comments like that when you hung out with the boys. You usually shrugged them off or fired one right back at him, but today you just couldn’t handle it.

Today was a beach day, a late celebration of Yoongi’s birthday after a cold winter and too much time spent working for all of you. So you all decided to pile up in the van and head off towards the coast for what was supposed to be a fun-filled day. When Seokjin pulled up to your street to pick you up you were a grinning mess, beach bag in hand, excited to spend some time with your boys. It had been a while since you’ve all been together and you couldn’t wait to start the day, having barely gotten any sleep the night before. From the curb, you could count out six of the seven men waving at you excitedly, waiting for you to hop inside the vehicle. The last wore a scowl on his face, his smile having disappeared as soon as you made eye contact. Still, you chose to remain happy, wanting to make the best of the day as you climbed into the very last row in the car. You found yourself in the back seat between a giggly Jimin and a sleepy Jungkook.

“Happy Birthday Yoongs!” you beamed from the back of the van. You could see the birthday boy’s gummy grin from his passenger mirror. Jin had let him sit in the front seat since it was his day. Before Yoongi could even reply a ‘thank you,’ Hoseok had to open his big ass mouth.

“Someone remind me again why she’s here.” he didn't even bother to look back while he spoke, which infuriated you.

“I'm here because I'm the sunshine of the group,” you reached forward and gently smacked the back of his crimson colored head. Jimin covered his mouth with both of his hands, stifling a laugh.

“Watch the hair brat,” he finally turned to face you for the first time in the whole car ride. His face was contorted into some nasty look and you had to admit he looked hot when he was mad. Especially when his anger was aimed towards you, which was basically every time y'all were together. You didn't know whether you wanted to smack the look right off his face or kiss it off, probably both. Okay, you had to admit the slightest crush on Hoseok since you met the boys your freshman year of high school. Jimin was in pretty much all of your classes and the two of you soon became besties. After introducing you to the rest of the group, you were soon adopted into the pack, having been inseparable since graduation. All of the boys knew about your crush on Hoseok except for the man himself. And you honestly never planned on confessing, long as he kept that attitude on him.

It's crazy to think that you could've fallen for such an asshole, but it was really the way that other people talked about him that got you. It was the way he acted when he thought no one was watching that got you. You remember staying late nights at school, just to steal glimpses of him dancing in the school’s studio. The way his body moved was absolutely mind-blowing. He was always so graceful, but strong. It made you wonder if he was even human or some immortal sent to this earth to taunt you with something that you wanted so badly, but couldn’t have. So there you were, stuck on this idiot who seemed to be an angel to everyone besides you. You had to get out of your thoughts. What was he saying?

“There's only one sunshine in this group,” he gave you a slow, agonizing once over as he spoke, “and that spot’s already taken by yours truly.” You could feel yourself becoming self-conscious under his stare and began to pull at your white cover-up, pulling at the thin material in an attempt to hide your cleavage. If you hadn’t known any better, you’d think he was checking you out. You wouldn’t be able to blame him though. You were pretty thick and well endowed. If you were him, you’d be checking yourself out too. Either that, or he was silently judging.

“Honey, if it's that important to you, you can be the sun. There are tons of stars that are much bigger and hotter than the sun.” You scoffed while wrapping your straightened hair into a messy top knot.

“Hotter? I'm not so sure about that one,” he turned back around in his seat, now facing the road. You could still hear him mumble under his breath. “But bigger? Yeah, much bigger.” Definitely silently judging.

You were pretty sure everyone in the car could hear him and it fell silent except for the light buzzing of the broken radio. You had nothing to say back. You were bigger than him, than all of them. As if he could read your thoughts, Jimin grabbed hold of your hand.

“Hey don't listen to him,” your best friend whispered into your ear. You could feel Hoseok staring at you from the corner of his eye, not sincere enough to look at you directly. “He's just upset because we couldn’t go to the beach for his birthday. It was way too cold.” You found yourself going from chuckling to full-on, genuinely laughing. “C’mere,” Jimin pulled you closer, wrapping you into his chest, and you dozed off just like that for the car ride. --- You woke up to a smiling Jimin, shaking you awake.

“C’mon!" He pulled you across the empty back seat. “Everyones at the beach already, let’s go!” he extended the last syllable, the smile on his cheeks reaching his eyes.

“Okay Chim!” you followed him out of the van and onto the pavement. The sun making its home on your skin. The two of your stretched your limbs after being left in the car for God knows how long

“I'll race you to the water,” you arched an eyebrow at your bestie who was currently bent in half, feeling the light burn in his hamstrings.

“You can't even swim. Why-” and before he could even finish his sentence, you were halfway to the ocean, sand flying up behind your feet at you ran. “Hey that's not fair,” the giggling man chased after you, treading sand with ease that he caught up to you right before your toes could touch the salt water.

“What are you doing?” you yelled as two arms wrapped tightly around your waist, hindering you from winning the race. “You're cheating,” you flailed your body wildly.

“I'm saving you from drowning,” Jimin beamed from behind you, not letting up on his grip. “Plus I'm also saving your hair from getting wet. It looks so pretty like this, and I know it took so long for you to get it like this.” He reached up to squeeze the top knot atop your head.

“Hey, hands off the hair,” you swatted at his wrist.

“I swear, sometimes you're just like Hoseok hyung.” you found yourself snapping to face him in utter shock.

“I can't believe you would even compare me to that mouse.” You smacked your best friend’s abs with the back of your hand.

“Please, if I'm a mouse, then you're totally a rat.” you hear Hoseok speak up from behind Jimin. He had removed the white t-shirt he dawned earlier as he casually walked towards the water, pushing the sunglasses he wore off of his perfectly sloped nose and onto his head. The small gesture almost had you drooling as the sunglasses pushed back his bangs, revealing his forehead, one of your many weaknesses for the man. You said nothing, eyes following him as he proceeded to enter the ocean. Refractions of the sun bounced off the water and displayed across his toned, tanned back.

“Whatever, I’m going to get some sun,” you feigned being angry and stomped off toward the giant blanket that the rest of the boys had set up before your legs completely turned to jelly.

---

Maybe after half an hour of reading your favorite poetry book under the shade of the big rainbow umbrella that Taehyung brought, you found a bouncing, wet Jungkook approaching you.

“What’s up Kook?” you lowered your book into your lap.

“It’s just…” He looked down at his feet as he spoke. “The guys and I were gonna go deeper into the ocean, and you haven’t gotten into the water all day, and I just wanted to know if you wanted to come play with us.”

“Well, Jungkook, you know I can’t swim, right? I’d rather not drown today.” You laughed out loud. His gesture was sweet and it was cute that no matter how long you’d known the boys, Jungkook, the youngest, always got shy talking to you alone.

“I know- I know you can’t swim,” he finally managed to make eye contact with you. “That’s why I was going to offer you to ride on my back, but that’s only if you want to.”

“Kookie, I don’t know if you knew this but I’m-”

“Noona, I’ve been getting really strong.” He interrupted you before you could bring up your weight.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it.” You only half-believed him. “But I’ve gotten stronger too. I’ve really been focusing on muscle, and we all know muscle weighs more than fat, and I don’t want to be responsible if you hurt your back or can’t swim with us both because I weigh us down and the both of us drown.”

“Noona,” the boy’s prominent front teeth appeared in a smile. Somehow he found your nervous rambling amusing. “I can carry you. If I can throw Jimin over my shoulder and carry him that way, I most definitely can give you a simple piggy-back ride. Trust me.”

“Okay bunny boy, let’s do it,” You set your book aside and peeled off your cover-up as well as the jean shorts you wore to reveal a white bikini bathing suit. This was the first you’d worn a two-piece bathing suit in front of the guys. Through getting more fit, you didn't really notice a physical difference, but just having more physical power gave you a new found confidence to wear the item. Well, that and some persuading from your best friend. Jimin had convinced you that Hoseok loved seeing girls in all white, but you wouldn’t admit that was half the reason you wore the revealing suit.

“You're actually going to trust me?” the younger man blinked in disbelief.

“Well, no,” you gestured for him to turn around and squat down low. “But if I'm going to prove you wrong, I'd rather it be here on dry land than in the water.” You mounted your friend’s back, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. You almost crapped your pants when you were lifted until your toes were no longer on the sandy floor, and you instantly locked your thighs against Jungkook's waist.

“See, I told you I was strong noona,” the man set off toward the water once you were secure on his back.

“Holy shit Kookie,” you nearly shouted into his ear. “When did this happen? Like, I knew you worked out, but I never expected this much from you.”

“Hm…” he thought, “maybe this past winter?” You two finally reached the part of the ocean the rest of your friends were currently in. Your smile hurt your face, hearing them scream your name like excited children.

“Thank you for finally joining us on the wet side,” Namjoon’s dimples poked through his cheeks as he grinned a closed mouth grin.

“You're just in time for the most intense chicken fight of the century,” Yoongi announced, arms spread wide as if it were sort of live show in Vegas. “In this corner,” the birthday pointed to his left, “we have the Kim Team.”

You did your best the applaud at Taehyung boarding Seokjin’s back without slipping off of Jungkook’s. Though he had a solid grip on you, you could never be too safe.

“And in this corner, I give you the JJ Team!” Yoongi pointed to his right where Hoseok climbed atop Jimin.

“Wait, why are they called JJ?” you interrupted.

“Because,” Hoseok’s face displayed pure annoyance, “my dance name is J-Hope.”

“Ha!” you let out a huge guffaw, “and who named you that? Because you don't seem to give anyone hope, Jung. Maybe you should’ve named yourself ‘J-Horse’ instead because of your horse face.” The rest of the group roared with laughter. It was a long-running joke among your friend group that Hoseok looked like a horse, though you didn't quite see it. You always thought his features more resembled a Roman sculpture, carved from marble. You dreamed of just being able to run your fingertips along the bridge of his nose or brush against his heart-shaped lips.

“Okay,” the short-tempered man jumped off of Jimin’s back and sauntered towards where Jungkook stood with you on his back. You swallowed hard. “If I’m ‘J-Horse’, then you're Miss Piggy because, well,” he looked you over once more, “you know.” "I-," you couldn't form any more than that. "I-"

"By the way, who told you told you to wear a bikini?" A smirk formed in the corner of his mouth. "Did you really think you could pull that off at your size?"

You could feel your stomach drop and suddenly you didn't want to be there anymore. “Kook please take me back to the shore,” you said under your breath. Without a second thought, Jungkook carried you back, ensuring your safe landing onto the sand. As soon as you were grounded, you found your legs were taking off in a sprint before could think. You only stopped to grab your cover-up and denim shorts, putting them on before racing off of the beach. You could feel seven pairs of eyes glued to your back as you sprinted. You could hear Namjoon calling out to you, but you didn’t dare look back. You ran and ran until your legs nearly gave out, until your lungs stung and you could do no more than bring your hands to your knees to catch your breath. Then, when you were out of earshot and could no longer hear the cars along the road, you finally let yourself cry.

~~~

“Seok, you really took it too far this time,” Namjoon shook his head, watching your form disappear into the distance.

“What are you talking about?” Hoseok scoffed, making his way out of the ocean and onto the sand.

“Well,” Namjoon followed his friend but stopped himself from speaking the rest of his sentence.

“Hyung,” Taehyung spoke up, following the older boys. “You kinda ruined Yoongi Hyung’s birthday party.”

“I was just joking with her, same as usual, I don't know why she’s acting so damn sensitive today,” Hoseok’s smile faded when he realized none of his friends were laughing along with him.

“People can only take so much Hyung, and you're always taking it too far with her,” Jimin clenched his fists as he pushed past Hoseok, nearly knocking him over. “It’s not like you deserve to know or anything the way you treated her just now,” he looked over his shoulder, making eye contact with the scarlet-haired boy. “But that girl is fucking in love with you dude.”

~~~

You straightened up from your crouched position, wiping the tears from your face when you heard an oncoming car. You could hear the motor slow as it began to align with the pace of your walking. Goosebumps rose on your arms. You refused to make eye contact with whoever was following you for fear it’d give them a reason to talk to you.

“Need a ride, pretty lady?” you heard a familiar voice shout from the driver’s side, followed by a squeaky laugh.

“Seokjin, thank god it's you.” you sighed in relief. “I thought you were some strange dude ready to lure me in and sell my organs on the black market.” he stopped the van and you opened the front door, gladly accepting the ride.

“Who says I’m not,” he erupted into another fit of squeaks. “How did you manage to get this far without shoes?” You looked down at your white manicured toes, covered in dirt and ash. You hadn’t even noticed you were barefoot.

“Fight or flight I suppose,” you shrugged your shoulders.

~~~

You were awoken from your sleep by the sound of your doorbell. You didn’t realize you’d fallen asleep. Getting up from your messy sheets, you wrapped yourself in your silk robe, cloaking your pajama shorts and camisole. Quickly glancing at your phone, you wondered who could be ringing your doorbell at ten o'clock at night. Seeing the missed calls, you concluded it was probably Jimin. He might've been worried when you didn’t answer his calls after Seokjin took you home.

“Sorry Chim, I-” your face contorted into a nasty scowl when you happened upon the redhead boy in your open doorway. He offered a half smile, teeth chattering as he scratched the back of his head with one hand. “I have absolutely nothing to say to you.” You proceeded to slam the door but noticed that it was being blocked by something. “What the fuck are you doing?” You released Hoseok’s hand from the doorframe.

“Please, hear me out,” he doubled over, gripping his injured fingers.

“Don’t you think you've run your mouth enough for today? Did you come to accuse me of assault too?”

“I’m so, so sorry,” he managed between gritted teeth, obviously still not recovered from the impact. You rolled your eyes, not having ever seeing Hoseok be sincere. Sure you’ve heard stories about how what a good, honest person he is from the boys, but you just couldn’t risk it. What if he was just here to play some prank on you?

“I’m going to get you an icepack and then you’re going to get the hell off my property,” as you turned to leave into the house, you felt him grab your arm. You doubled back, catching sight of where his hand met your skin. Hoseok had never touched you before and you were surprised at how responsive your body was to it, gooseflesh trailing up the entirety of your limb and suddenly you could feel the spring night’s breeze. A shiver road down your spine. How long had he been waiting in the cold? His hand was freezing.

“I don't need it; I can bear the pain. Please just,” he let you loose, sensing a discomfort. “I just want to tell you this, and you can never talk to me again. I promise,” he held out a pinky finger.

“Okay, you have one minute,” you crossed your arms across your chest, avoiding his pinky promise, as well as his gaze.

“Okay…” he took in a shallow breath. “First of all, I want to apologize again, not just for today, but for every day that I’ve spoken to you since the day we met. Not only have I been incredibly rude, but I've not been my true self. You see,” his weight shifted between his feet, not being able to look at you fully. “When I get around you, I just don't want you to see what I’m really like. I’m a coward and such a pushover. I wanted to show you that I can be a real man, someone who isn’t sensitive or gets scared easily, but I’m a terrible liar. I can’t act and every time I tried to act tough it just came out as so…”

“Thirty seconds.”

“So evil," he shivered at his own words, "and that's not me. I'm not evil, at least, that's not how I meant to be to you. I didn't want to be the one hurting you. I just wanted to show that I could be man enough to protect you from anyone, even though I couldn’t even protect you from myself and this turned out horribly wrong.”

“Hoseok,” you finally faced him. You were shocked that you were giving him the time of day and you were even more shocked that you actually believed what was coming out of his mouth.

“And I know it's no excuse for what I do, for what I've done; it’s just that I felt like that was the only way I had the courage to talk to you and-”

“Hoseok,” you repeated, louder the second time. He stopped rambling and his eyes met your own. You could finally see them, welled up with the tears he was holding back. “Why would you be afraid to talk to me or even want to protect me? What you're saying isn't making any sense.” You found yourself whispering once his full attention was on you. Even when he was being vulnerable, he had a way of making you feel small, insignificant.

“Because,” he spoke barely any louder than you were. “I love you.” Although his voice was low and soft, those last three words nearly knocked you over with the power they held.

“Come on,” you gestured for him to come inside the house and close the door behind him.

“Are you going to hit me again?” he obeyed hesitantly, his height shadowing yours in the dim light of the hallway.

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” you were offended that he’d think you'd intentionally slam his hand in the door. “I’m getting you an ice pack, now come on.” You sauntered into the kitchen, him at your heels and burning a hole in your back with his eyes. You grabbed an icepack from the freezer, wrapping it in a kitchen towel. “Now,” you spun around, not expecting him to be as close as he was. You could feel your heart skip a beat at his closeness. Clearing your throat, you found your voice again. “Why did you stick your hand in the door?” you held your hand out for his injured one. Once he allowed you to, you gingerly ran the pack along the back of his fingers.

“I needed you to know the truth,” he hissed at the contact.

“So you stuck your hand in a slamming door?”

“The pain in my hand is nothing compared to the pain I’ve caused you," he avoided your eyes again. "I can hold my own ice pack by the way.” he took a step forward to grab it, but you pulled it out of reach.

“Can you let me be nice to you Seok?”

“Sorry,” he held out his hand once more. “I keep forgetting.”

“Forgetting what?”

“That you like me too.”

“Who told you that?” you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, the redness in them being a dead giveaway. Despite being well melanated, for your whole life you’ve turned red when embarrassed.

“It was Jimin.”

“I’m gonna kill him,” you subconsciously tightened your grip on the man’s hand.

“First of all, ow,” your eyes widened immensely as you mouthed at least ten apologies. “Second of all, don't be mad at him. He was only defending you. If it hadn’t been for my big mouth, I would’ve never found out. Come to think of it,” he tapped the index finger of his free hand against his chin. “The guys have been pretty good at keeping this a secret because if they knew we both liked each other-”

“They knew you liked me and didn’t say anything?” You handed the pack to Hoseok, attempting to leave the house in an outfit that probably wasn’t suited for the cold of the night before Hoseok grabbed you without thinking. His chest pressed to your back while his arms wrapped around your shoulders. You could feel the strength of his heartbeat that way. You just became aware of how nervous he was being close to you as well and your anger slowly subsided.

“Don’t leave again,” he spoke softly by your ear.

“Okay,” you turned around in his grasp and his hands slid down the flat of your back. More chills. You looked into his brown, half-moon shaped eyes, gazed along the bridge of his nose and stopped at the mole on his pouty lips. You loved that mole of his. His lips: pretty, pink, inviting. “Seok,” your voice cracked.

“Hm”

“Can I kiss you?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” his hands drew goosebumps to the curve of your lower back and you took your time gliding your hands up his toned neck to hold his face. To say that you’ve imagined your first kiss with Hoseok a hundred times would be an understatement. None of those scenarios measured up to the real thing. When Hoseok’s lips touched your own, soft as rose petals, an audible moan escaped, but it was too hypnotizing to be embarrassed. Man, was he an amazing kisser, the way his lips matched the fluidity of your own. When he tugged at your bottom lip with his, another moan. When he migrated his tongue into your mouth, another moan because God he tasted so damn good.

“Please,“ you pulled away for a moment. He looked hurt, another pout forming on his lips and you kissed it away. “I want you.”

“Fuck,” his eyes darkened and before you knew it, you were lifted off of the floor and placed onto the kitchen counter. “For the record,” he spoke breathily between marking up the base of your neck with nibbles and kisses. “You looked so fucking sexy in that white bikini. It drove me insane seeing you on Jungkook instead of me.”

“But I only want you, Seok,” you whined in response, wrapping your legs around him to pull him closer.

“Say it again please,” he ground into you through your silk shorts, dancing to the rhythm of your breathing. "Call me 'Seok,' again."

“It’s you, Seok,” you exhaled at the added friction of jeans, against silk, against skin. “It’s always been you.”

“How does your voice sound so raw and I’ve barely touched you?” your only response was desperately grinding on his hardened length through his pants. You nearly cried when he pulled away from you, the only remaining contact being his hands on the meat of your thighs, pinning you to the countertop. You squirmed under his stare, watching his gaze go to where the silk stuck to your center as he dug his thumbs into your soft flesh, leaving red marks. “Want me to make you feel good?” he licked his lips making them shine with saliva. Nodding eagerly, you reached your arms out to him. “Use your words baby.”

“Yes please, please make me feel good Seokie.”

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crimes-and-gelato · 6 years ago

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Only Half a Blue Sky (Chapter 7)

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes

A/N:

[arrives one week late and still hungover]

Hello, lovelies! How are y'all? HAPPY NEW YEAR! OMG! It's 2019! And yes, I am late, as stated. All I can say is that I'm sorry. I wasn't really in a good place, and I kinda drifted off into a different place just to get everything off my mind. Thus, I am going to give a S/O to the manhwa that kept me company while on sabbatical:

Here U Are

!!! It's sexy and fluffy and just perfect yaoi. If you're still here, thank you for waiting. And this is it, the finale. You won't have to do any waiting anymore. So, I guess kudos to that? It was hard writing this last one, I had written and deleted a lot of scenes in the making. But I fervently hope that this is everything you've wanted. As promised it's a happy ending, because canon already hurts. As always, remaining mistakes is all mine. I've only read this ONCE after writing everything. Fun fact: I beta-ed it in Comic San. [gasps] Another thing, this contain a bit of violence, or like mentions of it really. This is long already and I am holding you back from your last chapter. So, once more, thank you for being here through the journey. And I hope you enjoy this last piece of the story.

‘The problem with most of us,’ he said, ‘is not the lack of love. It’s the inability to understand why anyone in their right mind would want us.’ -S.Z.

There’s none of that biting cold anymore. But the pain remains, although a little more bearable than it was before. Nonetheless, it is present. And heavens, it’s a chore to even open his eyes, but he managed to.

Tony’s not sure if he’s having some hallucinations, like what he had when he was in Afghanistan, but he likes this dream better than his current reality; even if, this dream is set in a hospital. God, he really hates hospitals, but he’ll take it over the room of torture with Mike.

And would you look at that, this hallucination is already going great by featuring both Pepper and Rhodey. Although Pepper seems to start crying when Tony acknowledged them both.

‘Oh god, Tony,’ Pepper cries.

‘Tones.’ That’s Rhodey, reaching out immediately to stop him from shifting upright on the bed. ‘Hey, it’s okay. You’re safe,’ his best friend whispers, Rhodey’s hand is warm against his bare shoulder. And this is getting so much better by the second with how real the touch feels like. ‘Try not to move so much because that’s bad for your healing ribs.’

‘You’re not allowed to have office leave longer than six days anymore,’ Pepper informs him, sitting down on the bed near Tony’s aching thigh. She takes his IV free hand and breaks into another soft sob. ‘Not if it gives you room to get kidnap. Again.’ She sniffs. ‘I can’t do this anymore, Tony. My heart can’t take it.’

Tony only looks at Pepper with a small smile, quite happy that his imagination can conjure Pepper perfectly. God, he’ll miss Pepper, too.

‘Do you want some water, Tones?’ That’s Rhodey again, he has removed his warm hand on Tony’s shoulder and he misses the contact already. He needs physical contact without it having to hurt. Not like Mike’s touches that promises pain.

He wants to tell Rhodey to come back, to stay. But his mouth is dry, his tongue is heavy. Things are starting to get hazy again,, he suspects it’s all due to the consistent pounding in his head. Jesus, why did the bad guys go for his head when it’s his bread and butter.

‘God, Tony,’ Pepper says. ‘You gave us a scare… I hope you know that you need to compensate for all the stress we all went through because of you.’

His precious Platypus has offered him a cup of water with a straw; he’s only realising now that he’s parched. Mike’s only given him water and bread once a day, which isn’t enough.

‘I can’t believe a simple I’m sorry doesn’t cut it nowadays, Miss Potts,’ he replies. His own voice sounds weak to his ears. His eyes feeling heavy again, but he fights against the pull of unconsciousness. He wants to stay here: in this moment. He doesn’t want to go back to reality where Mike awaits him with new ways to break him down.

‘It doesn’t, when I know how much you’re earning, Mr. Stark,’ Pepper retorts easily, tears slowly drying, and eyes free from more waterbreak.

‘And your billions wouldn’t even cut it either to compensate,’ Rhodey adds. ‘What you need to do is stay out of trouble. That’s how you’ll compensate. Stay out of trouble and be safe, starting now… and for the rest of your life, you idiot.’

Pepper nods in agreement.

‘No promises,’ he says and blinks thrice to thwart the pull of slumber because he wants to stay, and bask in Rhodey and Pepper’s worry and nagging. He doesn’t want to go back to the cold and pain and more torture. He doesn’t want to see Mike, or even the guy’s shadow.

‘Does something hurt?’ Pepper asks, hands hovering over Tony’s body like she’s trying to locate which part is aching.

‘I’ve already called Bruce.’ He hears Rhodey say more than he sees his best friend muttering it.

Tony fights hard against the mental and physical weariness that’s taking him away from his beautiful dream. He lets out a low whine of protest because his own body won’t listen to him when he tries to move himself awake.

‘Shhh…’ It’s Pepper’s calm voice, her soft hand cautiously caresses his bruised cheek.

‘It’s okay, Tony.’ That’s Steve’s voice. Steve is here. In his dream. But he can’t see him because his eyes won’t cooperate to open.

‘Please,’ he begs, facing where Steve’s voice is coming from.

‘You’re safe, sweetheart.’ Is the last thing Tony hears before the darkness takes him again.

Warm hands on his own is the first thing that welcomes him back into consciousness. It feels amazing. That and also, how he’s no longer hearing that annoying water droplet that has been his constant companion along with the cold and pain.

Slowly, Tony peels his eyes open and observes the room his in. It’s the same hospital room he had in one of his dream. Does it mean he’s dreaming again?

‘It’s nice to see you awake, Stark.’ It’s Bruce Wayne.

Wow. That’s unexpected. He can’t believe he has the ability to dream of Bruce.

Bruce gives him a small amused smile. ‘You’re not dreaming, Tony.’

And did he say that last bit aloud? So much for his usual non-existent brain-to-mouth filter.

‘How are you feeling?’ Bruce asks. ‘Do you need me to call your doctor? Or Dr. Banner, perhaps?’

Tony shakes his head. ‘I’m okay,’ he answers, which is half lie because everywhere in him still aches like a motherfucker but he doesn’t need a doctor. ‘Water, maybe?’

Bruce nods and releases Tony’s hand he’s been holding to fetch a cup. And Tony’s only realising that it’s Bruce hand that was keeping his warm. Now, it feels a little cold without Bruce’s touch.

‘Here.’ The other man offers him a cup with a straw and Tony drinks.

‘Am I really not dreaming?’ he asks when he finishes half the glass.

‘No.’

‘How are you?’ There’s a few healing marks on Bruce’s face, due to the same explosion that almost killed Tony — that almost killed them both.

‘I’ve had worse.’ Bruce puts the cup to the nearby table and reclaims his chair. Tony almost asked him if he could hold his hand again because somehow the room feels colder.

‘JARVIS, could you please bring the temperature up a little?’

‘Affirmative, sir,’ JARVIS replies. ‘And welcome back home.’

‘Thanks, J.’ He smiles at his AI. ‘Glad to be back.’ He then turns to Bruce. ‘I can’t say I’m not happy to see you’re here. But… why exactly are you here?’

‘Ms. Romanov let me in and said to watch over you while she goes and grab some coffee.’ Tony gives him a deadpan look. ‘That’s true. But actually…’ Bruce clears his throat and looks at everywhere but Tony’s inquiring eyes. ‘I came here to apologise.’

‘For what?’

Bruce squares his shoulder, like he’s preparing for battle. He’s brave, Tony will give him that. He looks Tony in the eyes as he says, ‘Your kidnapping. It was my fa—’

‘No, it wasn’t,’ Tony cuts off, giving the other a man a smile even when it still hurts his face to do it. ‘I’m an Avenger, and everything I do is a constant life hazard.’

‘But still—’

‘Please don’t,’ he remarks. ‘You helped a lot in this mission. The reason why we were able to avoid civilian casualty in Sokovia.’ Bruce still looks like he wants to argue. ‘And I also enjoyed building that Radioactive Gamma Energy Scanner prototype, even when it didn’t work.’

‘And this is why you need to stick with your other Bruce.’ Bruce chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. ‘Not our best two a.m. invention.’

Tony wants to tell him that they can still improve the prototype and make a successful Weird Energy Scanner for magical aliens or magical items. But the door suddenly opens, and burst in Steve and James.

‘JARVIS said that you’re awake,’ Steve says.

‘What is he doing here?’ James’ glaring at Bruce.

Both super soldiers are in their own strange image of tired and worry. Plus, displease on James’ side as he eyes Bruce.

‘I guess that’s my cue to leave,’ Bruce tells Tony. He’s rising up from his chair.

‘You should,’ James agrees frostily. ‘How did you even manage to get here?’ He crosses the room and postures terrifyingly on Tony’s other side. ‘After what you did in Sokovia.’

‘Buck,’ Steve warns softly, standing next to his soulmate.

‘No, Stevie.’ James’ glowering again, close to his Winter Soldier one. ‘It’s all his fault. I’m not even going to be surprised if he’s HYDRA and it he was on it with the kidnapping.’

‘Buck, please.’

‘So, you better leave now, or not even Steve will be able to hold me back from all the things I want to do with you,’ James threatens.

‘Enough,’ Tony orders. He runs his free hand over his face, the headache starting to come forward on full force again. ‘Bruce is here because he’s my friend,’ he tells both the super soldiers. ‘And he’s not HYDRA.’

‘You can’t—’

‘I know that, Sergeant,’ he presses, putting authority in voice. ‘We’ve been in the same circle since we were young. He’s my competitor since then. And I’m smart enough to know that you have to make your enemies closer, or as Pepper use to call it: stalk your enemy creepily.’

‘You’ve always been a Peeping Tom on me, Stark?’ Bruce looks more amuse than surprise at the confession with his raised eyebrow.

Tony snorts. ‘As if you’ve never gotten your nose in my business as well.’

‘You’ve always made your business quite interesting, and hard to ignore,’ Bruce replies.

Steve clears his throat, ceasing Tony’s answering remark.

‘I’ll come by again, Tony.’ Bruce rises up from his seat, eyes on the two super soldiers.

‘Don’t be a stranger,’ he tells the other billionaire. ‘And if you can come back with Alfred’s cookies, you can get me dirty on my back again.’

A metal squeaks, but it’s swallowed by Bruce’s laughter.

‘I do like you in such position, especially under…’ He trails off and leaves a kiss on top of Tony’s head. ‘Looking forward to it,’ he says when he pulls back, eyes gleaming with mischief that Tony’s clueless of.

‘Bye, Bruce,’ he bids as the other billionaire exits the door happily. When the doorknob clicks, he turns to the two super soldier, who both look annoyed — jealous almost, but that can’t be true, right?

‘You can’t see that man again,’ Bucky tells the genius. And he knows he’s being blowing this out of proportion, sixty percent because he’s jealous and angry at Tony and Wayne’s parting exchange.

‘And why?’ Tony demands, glaring back at Bucky fiercely despite all bandaged-up in a hospital bed and not as near as reprimanding as he thinks he is.

‘Because… Uhmm…’ God, is it hard to make his reasons sound sane when it’s all fuelled by jealousy. He turns to Steve for help, but the blond clearly doesn’t know what to do as well. Maybe they should have planned this ahead. ‘Because… he’s not safe, okay?’

‘Did you not hear me what I just said, Frosty?’ Tony sounds frustrated and tired. ‘Bruce is trustworthy. He’s not HYDRA.’

‘How else would you explain Sokovia?’ Bucky argues.

Tony closes his eyes tightly as if he’s trying to fight back an upcoming headache. ‘Sokovia,’ he begins, opening his eyes reluctantly, ‘is not his fault. It’s the general hazard of being an Avenger.’ His brown eyes are piercing. ‘It’s with Bruce’s help that we managed to intercept that HYDRA base without much civilian casualty. He’s the one who gave information about the sceptre’s whereabouts even before Thor managed to get Loki on Earth. And even with Loki, it would have taken some time to point out the sceptre’s exact location. That time alone could have given HYDRA enough opportunity to use the power of the sceptre for mass destruction.’

Bucky didn’t know that Wayne is that significant to this Sokovia mission. But it doesn’t matter because his irrational thought can easily ignore all of Wayne’s importance and focus solely on how the man wasn’t able to protect Tony, and is still trying to get together with Tony. He won’t turn a blind eye to that.

Tony needs someone who can save him, who will be there for him when he’s defenceless. Because Tony might be a strong superhero, but he’s still a man; and human’s can still have their moment of vulnerability. And someone dependent should be there to defend Tony when he can no longer do so for himself.

‘So, I hope this is the finality of the discussion, Sergeant,’ Tony informs. ‘I won’t stand it anymore, with how you’re trying to accuse an innocent person who’ve done nothing but help for the greater good.’

And Bucky wants to argue again, because he can’t stand it as well that Tony’s taking Wayne’s side. But Steve wounds his hand on Bucky’s bicep, ceasing him from further upsetting Tony because the genius isn’t on his best health. Bucky needs to remember that and be considerate of it. Clearly, his debate isn’t rational, and basically it’s just him projecting his anxiety and exhaustion over the last few days when the engineer was kidnapped and unconscious.

But it’s hard to not blame Wayne for all of Tony’s suffering under that sadistic HYDRA agent, even after he had gotten creative with the agent’s face after they rescued Tony. Bucky can picture that day as clear as if it was yesterday and not a whole week ago.

Three days after the first video was sent JARVIS had managed to track the video source. Somewhere in the coast of Spain. And two hours later they have drawn out a plan to rescue Tony.

Loki and his glamour played a huge role in the rescue. Him and Thor went to the HYDRA rendezvous point in France where they bluff an exchanged, while him, Steve and Natasha head to the secret base to rescue Tony, because no way in hell will HYDRA return the engineer after getting the sceptre and the Winter Soldier. It was an ambush.

A small battalion awaited the two alien gods glamoured as Steve and Bucky with the sceptre. But they all perished in the end because really, what can HYDRA goons do against gods. Clint, Sam, and Rhodey were also there for support to contain the casualty.

Meanwhile, back in the base, Bucky wreak havoc with his two companions. Him more than the other two because Natasha was stealing important files and destroying them so they won’t be used anymore. Steve on the other hand secured Tony and brought him to Dr. Banner. Bucky had a free rein to soak the floor with blood because he needed to unleash his anger.

It wasn’t his best moment, and he regret it a bit because it reminded him of his Winter Soldier days. His therapist wasn’t supportive of it either. But somehow — despite how fucked up it sounds — it was freeing. And maybe Steve had to pull him back to sanity after the carnage, and how close he was to killing Tony’s tormentor.

‘Look,’ he begins, feeling guilty for upsetting Tony when they just got him back and he’s not completely healed, ‘I’m sorry for being rude to Wayne…’ And Tony’s looking at him hopefully. ‘But, you can’t really blame me — us — for suspecting him, because he returned home fine. But you… you were taken. And then, they… they send us videos. Videos of your torture.’

‘What?’ Tony’s eyes grow wide.

‘You don’t know?’ Steve inserts. ‘They sent us long videos of you being tormented by Andrei.’ He places an arm around Bucky’s shoulder, stopping the tremble that takes over Bucky’s body at the thought of those vile videos. Of Andrei’s fists landing on Tony’s ribs and face. And the knives.

‘I didn’t know that,’ Tony mumbles.

‘I’m sure that’s also Andrei’s thoughts when he was generous with his punches, unconscious of what can happen to him with each blow he’s left on you.’ Bucky all but growls.

There’s a small horror in the engineer’s eyes. ‘You captured him?’

‘He’s alive,’ Steve replies.

‘Unfortunately,’ Bucky adds sourly.

‘We need him alive for informations,’ the blond reminds, but he also wasn’t happy that the sonuvabitch is still breathing after what Tony had gone through under his dirty hands.

‘Good,’ Tony agrees. ‘Maybe he can point us to the remaining HYDRA bases.’

‘You don’t have to worry about that, sweetheart,’ Steve says. ‘You need to rest. Doctor’s order. And we’ll take care of everything, okay?’

The shock on Tony’s face at the sweet moniker is cute, and distressing. Bucky’s once again reminded that Tony had to live all these years thinking that Steve was for Bucky alone. And he can sympathise with the engineer’s pain, and wishes Tony didn’t have to feel all alone and abandoned.

And true to Tony nature, he ignores the nickname and acts as if Steve had slipped up. But Bucky knows his blond soulmate didn’t. They’ve talked about this: the both of them. He had come clean with the truth to Steve and did his own research about trio soulmate bond.

Apparently, their kind of bond is rare. Not a lot has been written about it. And now that he’s sure Steve is also Tony’s soulmate, Bucky’s confident that they can all work it out. There’s enough love to go around with the three of them. No one needs to be left out, like he feared. Everyone will have enough of what they deserve — and hopefully more — even if Bucky’s scared he’s going to fuck it up at times.

He’s been doing a lot of thinking, right here besides Tony’s bed for the first three days that the billionaire had been unconscious. Him and Steve were sitting on each side of Tony’s bed when they’ve discussed their situation.

Before, Bucky’s been scared of adding Tony to their dynamic because he’s afraid that he’s not going to be enough to love two amazing people at the same time, and give them the love that’s not in pieces but whole and sufficient and everything Tony and Steve deserve. Up to this day, he still thinks that what he’s providing for Steve isn’t adequate for what he had been given.

Now, it’s different. Bucky will forever try to be worthy of their love — or whatever love they can spare him. And maybe he’ll come around the fact that he deserves them, too. That the universe had made a perfect match out of them. All three of them.

And they are perfect, he realises, now that his fear of being not enough isn’t as loud as before. Not when he knows he can keep Tony — because after almost losing the engineer, he will never let him go again, come heaven or hell — and know that if he fuck up at times, Steve will be there to give Tony what Bucky can’t because he’s broken. And Steve, his idiot, beloved Stevie who will be taken care of as well on times Bucky doesn’t think he can.

Slowly, he wants to accept this twisted and wonderful fate he had been given. The fear may continue to echo inside his head, but he’s got two marvellous soulmate who will help silence his demons. And in return, he’ll try to protect them and love them and cherish them for as long as he’s breathing. They are his life now, his reason to become better. They are everything.

‘And there’s something we need to talk to you about,’ Steve begins. And Bucky can see Tony’s guard rising up at the seriousness in Steve’s voice. He bets that if the genius isn’t bedridden he’d probably try to avoid them.

Tony cracks a fake smile. ‘Whatever it is, I’m sure I have a valid explanation,’ he jokes. ‘And before we proceed… with whatever this is, I do believe that according to my Miranda Rights, I have the right for an attorney, right?’

‘That’s a lot of right in one single sentence,’ Bucky points out teasingly, trying hard to calm the sudden anxiety in Tony. And maybe for himself as well, because this is it. The moment of truth.

‘I’m not sure if this is the right time for this conversation,’ Steve says, sitting down on the vacant part of Tony’s bed. For someone so big, Steve managed to be careful about the genius’ injured thigh. ‘But… after all that’s happened, I don’t think this can wait. Not after we’ve seen you be tortured and almost die.’ His blue eyes sincerely hold Tony’s brown ones in silent query to proceed. Tony barely nods. ‘Tony… all the nights we’ve waited for you to open your eyes felt like forever. And, at times it felt like you won’t open them again.’

‘Cap…’ Tony’s hand moves as if to wipe the rogue tears on Steve’s cheek, but he stops mid action as he sees Bucky, and drops his hand instead.

‘Those were unbearable days.’ Steve sniffs. ‘And we couldn’t do anything. We couldn’t protect you, or tell you that you have to come back because… because life without you would never be worth living.’

It’s Bucky’s turn to put a supporting arm on Steve’s shoulder.

‘But you have Bucky to live for, Cap,’ the genius reasons out. ‘He’s your soulmate.’

‘And so are you,’ Steve states. ‘We saw the video. You... you said my name.’

The silence that follows is loud. Tony’s face undergoes a series of emotion. There’s fear, loneliness, denial, and pain etch on his feature. Steve remains glued to his seat as he waits for Tony to process the news.

Tony chuckles without humour. ‘I think now is the perfect time to demand a lawyer?’

‘Tony, please.’

‘No, Cap.’ The ever so stubborn Tony Stark, almost as stubborn as one Steve Rogers. ‘This is a mistake. You and Bucky are bonded, and I’d be a selfish bastard to come between that.’ His voice cracks a little. ‘And I won’t. I promise. I will never come between the two of you. You both deserve each other. You survived the war together and managed to find each other in this century… that’s a miracle by itself, and a true testament that you’re for meant to be.’

‘You and me are the same,’ Steve insists.

‘It’s not.’ Tony shakes his head. ‘It’s nothing but some cosmic mistake. Or the universe trying to doom you into being with someone like me.’

‘Doom? Tony, anyone would be lucky to have—’

‘You’re just saying that now, Spangles. But in the next week or maybe tomorrow, you’ll regret even looking my way. And what of Bucky? He’s going to kill me if I ever made you cry, which I already did by the way, by almost dying.’ He looks defeated. ‘This isn’t going to work, Cap. I’m a fuck up, too many issues, broken, etcetera. And you’ve got Bucky, who’s got amazing sense of humour and caring and remembers birthdays. Surely, you don’t want to trade all that for—’

‘Please don’t finish that sentence,’ Steve requests. ‘Also, for the record, I’ve been half in love with you after the battle of New York… How can I not be, when you’ve given me a home, your valuable time, your precious friendship. You’ve given me new purpose to live after I’ve lost everything I hold dear.’

Tony lets go of a heavy sigh and looks away from Steve. ‘Snowflake, help me out here,’ he says to Bucky. ‘Aren’t you going to fight for your man?’

‘I am,’ he replies, which Tony nods to in approval. The genius even turns to Steve to gloat. He circles around the bed to get to the other side. ‘And I’m scared… I don’t know what to say, or what I’m going to do if this doesn’t work out, because for these past weeks I’ve been tormented by this very moment… and how you’re going to react…’

Tony’s eyebrows furrow. ‘What are you talking about?’

‘I am going to fight for Steve… as I am going to fight for you,’ Bucky continues. ‘Because you might hate me after learning the truth, but I’m just going to take that. I’d have whatever emotion you can scrap for me… because after losing you… I don’t think I’ll be able to live with myself that you’ll never know — that, that to me, you’re an amazing person… that you’re kind and selfless… that you’re very easy to like… and...’ He tries to swallow the anxiety forming in his throat. ‘And to love… Anthony Edward Stark.’

The engineer’s eyes grow wide, his lips parted in a small o that in a different scenario, Bucky would find cute. But not now. Not when Tony knows the truth: he’s soul bond to his parents’ murderer.

‘Tony?’ Steve puts a anxious hand on his shoulder.

‘I know how complicated it makes everything,’ Bucky proceeds, not meeting those brown eyes. ‘Especially that, it’s my… my hands… I was the one who… who…’ His hands clench into fist, and he exhales through his nose. ‘I’m sorry. I’m so sorry… Your, your pa-parent’s de—’

‘It’s okay,’ Tony says. ‘It’s okay… You don’t have to apologise for it anymore, Snowflake.’ The genius reaches for Bucky’s hand. ‘You can move on now… I have. And you should, too.’

God, that cautious touch, making him feel like he’s something valuable, something precious, and not something broken or disgusting. Bucky looks up to Tony, his vision a bit blurry by the unshed tears. ‘You deserve more.’

‘I can say the same to you, James.’ Tony gives him a timid smile and squeezes Bucky’s hand tenderly.

And fuck, hearing his name fall from Tony’s lips with care and softness, makes him outright cry. Tears spilling like tsunami waves in his eyes. The weight that usually sit in his chest vanishes at the warmth he’s receiving. How did he get so lucky after all that he’s done?

‘Oh my god, I made the Winter Soldier cry,’ Tony teases, but his voice is a little hoarse. And Bucky doesn’t even want to glimpse at those kind brown eyes or else he’s going to make a greater fool of himself.

‘This is very progressive,’ Steve comments.

‘Did your therapist say that?’ Tony asks.

‘Yes, and it’d do you good too if you see one yourself.’ Bucky sees the genius pouts and just about to retort when Steve adds, ‘And Bruce doesn’t count because he’s not that kind of doctor.’

‘But I like Bruciebear,’ Tony insists. ‘He’s understanding. And he cuddles me afterwards and tells me I’m an idiot and problematic but he still likes me.’

‘I can… do that for you, too,’ Steve offers, blushing a little. ‘Bucky can, too.’

Now it’s Tony’s turn to blush, looking at Steve as if he can’t believe what the blond had said. Then he turns to Bucky with the same incredulous expression.

‘We’d be happy to listen to you,’ the blond continues. ‘And hold you.’

Tony pulls his hand from Bucky and puts them on his lap. He stares at both of his hand as he plays with them, just to do something other than look at both super soldiers.

Bucky’s crying had stopped as he finds his other soulmate in such a shy and adorable situation. Who knew someone like Tony who flirts like he breathes, and a literal ad for sexy no matter what he wears or what he does, blushes so easily?

‘And kiss you,’ Bucky adds, wiping his face with the back of his flesh hand.

‘Can we do that, Tony?’ Steve asks, voice dripping with sincerity and hope.

‘Oh my god,’ Tony exclaims. ‘You’re going to be the death of me.’ He glares at them, but the red in his cheeks never fades. ‘I am old with a poor heart, you rascals.’

‘Don’t worry,’ Bucky says, feeling brave and sure for the first time, because Tony’s forgiven him. Tony wasn’t disgusted with him when he learned Bucky’s also his soulmate. ‘We’ll take good care of you.’

And Christ, if Tony doesn’t look endearing all flustered. They did that. He wants Tony to always look this lovely shade of red when him and Steve showers him with love and compliments. Never again does he wants to see the genius lonely or unhappy.

‘We promise to take good care of you.’ Steve reaches for one of Tony’s hand. ‘If you let us.’ His other hand comes to cup Tony’s face delicately, making the genius look him in the eyes. ‘Will you let us?’

3 months later…

Every wound has healed but Tony continues to have nightmares of dirty water and cold rooms. The smell of rust also makes him anxious, and the sight of blood turns him pale. But he’s doing better.

He wants to think it’s because of Bruce’s advance medicines — those amazing poultice for his burns, the miracle drugs for his broken bones, and the gel for his healing thighs stitches. As much as Banner said he isn’t that kind of doctor, he’d developed some sublime medication. And maybe, this is also Bruce’s way to amend for the deaths he had done in the past. Tony understands that more than anyone else.

His hospital days seem to be long gone, but it had been such an event. Everyone visited him, and someone always stayed with him, usually it’s Steve and James. Even Loki had the heart to see him and offered to help with his healing. Tony said no, having done with magic. Also, not trusting Loki.

After the confession between him and the Wonder Twins, everyone in their close circle seem to have heard of their fate. It’s not shocking since they have two skilled spies in the group. He also came clean with Pepper and Rhodey about it.

Pepper cried and told him that she’s happy for him, even if he was such an idiot for thinking he didn’t deserve the two super soldiers. His two best friends made him promise to be honest with them, that he shouldn’t have to suffer alone anymore.

And according to Steve, Rhodey and Pepper did a shovel talk with him and James. James is still shaken, although they both wouldn’t say what exactly Rhodey and Pepper threaten them of. So, that’s his life right now.

He slowly peels his eyes open and inspects his room. It’s so damn cold in the morning. And he hates the cold.

He sits up on the bed and realises that he’s also alone. He hates being alone, as much as he hates to admit it, because it makes him sound clingy. Just weeks after he’s been discharged, there had always been someone with him, even when Steve and James had slowly moved in to his suite.

He likes waking up with Natasha the most because she plays with his hair and reads him poems in Russian. No one allows Clint to watch over him because one time they broke the glass table in Tony’s living room and set fire in the kitchen. Thor’s on Loki duty till both gods went back to Asgard. Bruce is a stingy caregiver because he won’t allow Tony to use his tablet, saying the radiation is bad for his healing.

Pepper stays sometimes too, when she’s not busy with the company. Rhodey had been called back to work a few days after Tony’s discharge, and he insisted that his best friend should go because he’ll be fine. Only when Bruce and Nat convinced Rhodey that they’ll look after him did his Platypus leave.

Now, that he’s fully healed, no one has to look over him anymore. He misses being pampered with attention, somehow. But his family also have their own lives to live and he should probably wean himself out of his dependency. He’s okay on his own anyway, Howard trained him so.

But fate thinks so otherwise because…

‘Tony?’ Steve knocks.

And he’s not sure he should complain. Never look at the gift horse in the mouth, they say.

‘I’m decent,’ he jokes and smiles at the blond when Steve enters the room — their room, he reminds himself. Heavens, that will continue to surprise him on the days to come. ‘And you don’t have to knock every time, Spangles.’

‘It’s okay.’ Steve’s smile in return is soft and it melts Tony’s inside just thinking that it’s all for him. That he can now honestly say that the smile is for him. No need to pretend. And it makes his heart burst with so much happiness.

‘That’s unfortunate, doll,’ James chirps, following Steve into the room from their morning run. ‘Was looking forward to see some naughty stuff.’ He presses a kiss on Tony’s bed hair and sits next to him. ‘How was your sleep, sugar?’

And that’s another thing that Tony will never get use to. He literally pinches himself just to be sure that he’s not dreaming, because he’s not sure that he’s allowed to have all of these. To have both Steve and James.

‘Not even a proper kiss.’ He pouts at James. The corners of the super soldier’s eyes crinkle with happiness. And he’s glad to see James happy. It took some time to convince the ex-assassin that Tony likes — the other L word can wait, because he doesn’t want to scare them both off by his clingy feelings — him just as much as Tony likes Steve.

Both the super soldiers chuckle at him. And because the other brunet is closer, James leans in and kisses him sweetly, a hand — the metal one at that! — holds his face in position. He closes his eyes and savours James’ warm mouth.

This is another thing he can never get over: being kissed. He had his share of kisses in the past. But never like this. Not even close. And he didn’t know he was missing a lot before, because who knew that kisses could be an out-of-this-world experience.

Well, in all honesty, Tony’s imagination is nothing compared to the reality of kissing any of his soulmates. It’s like a thrilling adventure and a warm home all at once. He never wants to stop feeling his heart hammering like it’s going to runaway with the happiness he cannot contain inside his chest.

‘My turn.’ Steve directs Tony’s face to the other side of the bed where he’s sat. Like a sunflower following the sun, he goes willingly and welcomes Steve’s perfect lips against his own.

He hums happily when Steve deepens the kiss, mouth expertly moving in demanding pursuit, and Tony allows Steve to take whatever he wants. He groans encouragingly, matching Steve’s enthusiasm. He’s always going to be amaze that Steve kisses like Tony’s mouth is something he needs to conquer and own. Definitely, not something Tony had imagined and expected.

Kissing Steve makes Tony feel safe even when the man kisses possessively. It’s hot and sexy, and dangerously mind melting. He can’t think when Steve kisses. His brain becomes a puddle of useless goo that just chants: SteveSteveSteve. It’s nice to have someone take control, and for him to simply do nothing but feel the exhilarating mouth on his.

When Steve pulls back so they can both breathe, James’ metal hand cautiously guides him back for another kiss. And James kisses him with the same burning passion as Steve did, but mellow like Tony’s delicate and precious.

James kisses opposite than Steve, Tony wants to think it’s because the man is still cautious with physical affection since he’s still not used to it, and he’s considerate of Tony’s fragility. And Tony loves him for it. A part of him wants to reassure James that he’s not going to break.

But nonetheless, kissing James is still an experience. His mouth is always eager to please and give Tony as much as he wants. Everything about James’ kisses turns Tony into a greedy goblin who takes and takes and takes. James turns him into an insatiable black hole that thirsts for those pretty lips like one needs air.

James lets him go, but connects their foreheads together and waits for Tony to catch his breath. He can feel Steve circling his arms on his waist as he rest his head on Tony’s shoulder.

God, what good had Tony done in his past life to deserve both these amazing super soldiers? His luck might be changing. That or something bad is about to happen. A man like him doesn’t deserve to keep this happiness without paying for it.

‘Shhh…’ Steve murmurs, hands tightening around Tony’s waist. ‘We’re not going anywhere.’

‘Are you a mind reader now, Capsicle?’

‘No, but I can feel your body language,’ Steve replies.

And he notices that he did suddenly went stiff. ‘Sorry.’

‘It’s okay, doll,’ Bucky soothes and places a kiss on Tony’s forehead before he pulls back. ‘We understand.’ He gets a hand on Tony’s nape and massages the area. ‘More than you know. Especially for me.’ He meets Steve’s eyes.

‘I’m just happy you gave us a chance, Tony,’ Steve says. ‘I didn’t even know you were gay —.’

‘Bi,’ Tony corrects.

Steve rolls his eyes affectionately. ‘Yes, that.’ He places a kiss on the side of Tony’s head. ‘Not only that, I didn’t even know I was falling in love with you. Not till Bucky said he loves you, too.’ He reaches and holds Bucky’s free hand, intertwining their fingers. ‘And that instead of being jealous, I was happy to learn that he feels the same way about you.’

‘God, you’re enlightenment is awful, Steve,’ he teases and laughs. He felt the blond tenses behind him. He mentally curses himself for saying something that have upset Steve.

‘You said my name,’ Steve states in disbelief before Tony could say his apology. ‘You said my name.’ The man’s smiling ear to ear. ‘Say it again… please.’

And Tony wants to die of embarrassment that very moment for his slip up. He still tries to avoid using both super soldiers’ names if he can because it feels like a grand declaration of that L-word he tries not to think about, even when he’s just dying to say it.

He knows the feelings of saying someone’s name because he surely feels elated and whole whenever Steve or James say his name with adoration and care. And he wants them both to feel the same when he says their names. But he’s scared. Afraid that it’s not the same for them as it is for him, because he’s Tony. Broken Tony, flawed Tony, narcissistic Tony, who might never be enough.

‘Tony,’ Steve whispers. And suddenly Tony’s whole world flips. Literally, because Steve easily tosses him on his back. ‘Say it again. Please.’ Steve hovers above him, arms bracketing Tony’s head.

Tony looks at James for any semblance of help, but the other brunet only looks as hopeful. He gazes back into expectant baby blues. It drowns him, the want to let it all go and bare his feelings for these two amazing people.

‘I’m sorry, sweetheart,’ Steve says and leans down to kiss him. ‘I didn’t mean to be so demanding.’ Another kiss. ‘Take your time. We have many days ahead of us… We’ll wait and still be here.’ Another kiss.

Tony wounds his arms on Steve’s shoulders and pulls the man for a deeper kiss. ‘Steve,’ he whispers on the man’s lips. ‘Steve.’ He kisses the tip of the man’s nose, who’s currently semi-catatonic. ‘Steve.’ He kisses just above the blond’s left eyebrow.

‘I think you broke him,’ James comments amusedly.

‘Oh my god.’ He should be worried but he can’t help the goofy smile on his lips.

‘Sir, you have a visitor,’ JARVIS interrupts.

‘Who is it, J?’ he asks.

‘Mr. Bruce Wayne,’ JARVIS replies.

In unison, both super soldiers groan with irritation. And Tony wants to chastise his boyfriends — can he call them that too besides soulmates? — to be nice to Bruce, especially James.

‘Tell him I’ll be down in five,’ he tells JARVIS.

‘Message relayed, sir,’ JARVIS informs.

‘Thanks, J.’ He smiles at his AI, always proud of his smart creation. He turns to the super soldiers who’s not happy about Bruce being here… again. But it’s a regular thing now that they’re working on a project along with Dr. Banner. ‘No more comment, boys. We talked about this.’

And they did. Tony had explicitly explained to his possessively jealous soulmates that nothing happened between him and Bruce, despite Clint’s lewd comments and teasing the morning after the gala. Or even after Bruce’s continuous mentions about that night in such off proportion. The only reason that Tony got dirty and was on his back was because they were working on a machine.

Sometimes, Bruce likes to get a kick out of it just to pester the Wonder Twins. Tony should probably tell him to stop in case Brooklyn One and Two do something drastic. Although, a tiny part of him — which he will deny to his grave — likes the idea that he can invoke jealousy.

‘I have work to do, boys,’ he tells them, pushing Steve off of him so he can see Bruce. Steve doesn’t budge. ‘Again, we talked about this.’

‘I know,’ Steve agrees. ‘And we’re going to be okay with it… Just give us a second though.’ The blond starts to slither one hand underneath Tony’s top, mapping warm skin. His mouth finds its way to Tony’s collarbone. ‘Right, Buck?’

‘Steve,’ he whines, trembling under that dexterous hand that caresses his torso. And suddenly there’s a cold metal hand on his bare knee, opening his legs. James leans down to the patch of skin that Steve has unwrap. ‘James.’

And god, these super soldiers are annoying as fuck. But Tony can feel himself getting hard at each heated kiss left on his body. They touch him and kiss him and leave their marks. Marks that will never fade for a few more days. Marks that Bruce will see.

God, they are the worst. But fuck does he need more.

‘Please…’ he begs, never been shy when it comes to sexual intimacy. Not now when his whole body is on fire and just needs to be touch. His brain is nothing but a string of want want want.

They’ve never had done beyond a handjob or blowjob before. But that doesn’t mean that Tony doesn’t completely lose his mind over those, because as he’s learned, everything done between him and his soulmates had been nothing short of spectacular. He could lose his mind alone just being kissed or embraced by them.

Being touch by them like this? He forgets his own name.

‘Please…’ He pulls Steve away from the second hickey he’s trying create. Steve obliges him to a kiss, while James continues to pepper his chest with kisses, a small bite here and there. The metal hand pinches his nipple, just a tad painful. He gasps into Steve’s lips.

‘We’ll never stop you from seeing him, Tony,’ Steve promises, eyes slightly darker. ‘But after this. Don’t you agree?’ His hand squeezes Tony’s clothed erection.

‘Yes,’ he replies hastily, more concern about getting off and the wonderful hands on him, than his friend downstairs.

‘Good,’ James approves and pulls Tony’s nipple a bit more that has the genius moaning. ‘God, you’re so responsive and beautiful like this.’ He licks on the other one. ‘And all ours.’

‘JARVIS, please tell Mr. Wayne to go ahead with Dr. Banner,’ Steve states. ‘Tony will need another ten more minutes.’

And Tony’s not sure if JARVIS did manage to reply or not. He can’t concentrate, not when Steve’s got a hand wrap around his dick.

After coming twice — once on Steve’s hand, and next on Bucky’s clever mouth — Tony weakly proceeds to meet his two colleagues for their project. He had a quick shower before seeing them just to get rid of the smell of sex. But he can’t really cover the decorative love bites Brooklyn One and Two left on his neck.

His friends only rolled their eyes at him and didn’t say anything more as they continue their work. God, he hates his soulmates. He plans on going even with them in the future.

And it puts a cheesy smile on his face at the thought that the three of them has a future together. That’s more than what Tony had wished for. He promises to try his best to be worthy of his soulmates. Even when they’re irrational sometimes. They can all work it out, because Tony’s irrational sometimes too.

But yes, the payback. He needs to think of a brilliant and dubious plan to punish the both of them. Maybe Natasha can help him.

Fin.

#stuckony soulmate au #stuckony fanfic #steve x tony #tony x bucky #bucky x steve #gwyn writes #only half a blue sky #stony #stucky #winteriron

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Home for the Holidays: goodbye (1 of 3)

Cookie Bun: Quinton watched shifter leave, before turning around to see gummy. This was one of the people who tried to eat him at school. Be didnt trust this guy…but it seemed like shifter did.“…..Hey.

GUMMY (LLA): Gummy looked over to the strange cookie flower, he knew Shifter trusted them for some reason, but he was freaking out. Shifter was gone…he tried to compose himself before he finally said, "We need to find Shifter….” Cookie Bun: “….well…i agree with you on that….

GUMMY (LLA): Gummy gripped the exit candy tightly in his vine, he didn’t know how to feel about the cookie flower, he gave a shaky sigh, "Let’s check the park, then the library… he couldn’t have gone too far, not in the condition he’s in.”

Cookie Bun: “Oh…uh…o-okay.” Quinton forgot this place had a Park…he forgot alot places even existed. But that wasnt important at the moment, what was more important to him was finding shifter.

GUMMY (LLA): Gummy offered a vine to Quintion. "Here, follow me, we can look together”

Cookie Bun: “……Quinton was very hesitant…but he took gummys vine, with his own small chocolate vine.

GUMMY (LLA): Gummy gripped tightly on Quinton’s vine tightly and burrowed the two flowers into the park. Gummy glanced around, unsure of where to look in the park first. "SHIFTER!”

Cookie Bun: Well, aside from getting pulled from place to place, quinton looked around for a few moments, before calling out.“SHIFTER? SHIFTER! SHIFTER WHERE ARE YOU?

GUMMY (LLA): Gummy dragged quintion around, looking around the park. he looked around noticing the large half omega, by a tree. What was Chimera doing? he went in closer. "Chimera, have you seen…” his voice trailed off seeing a flower being smooched by Chimera.

CuteCat: Shifter froze as Chimera’s mouth pressed against his face. His mind went blank - this had never happened before. He could not account for it, could not understand what it meant. Was this what they wanted of him? His leaves lowered and he just stared at the giant abomination that was kissing him in shock, not hearing anything else that was said to him.

(Dunal) Chimera: he pulls away after a moment, blushing a bright red right down to the tips of his petals, covering his face with his paws

Cookie Bun: Quinton eyes widened as he saw this. He mumbled something to himself, before staring at the floor.

Eclipse/Petals: “Uh.. see? We care!” Petals just smiled awkwardly. Third wheel, much.

GUMMY (LLA): Gummy looked shocked seeing Shifter being the flower of the smooch, looking at chimera… Those two were smoochbuddies…? Shifter had a smoochbuddy…? Gummy didn’t know why but it sort of hurt him…. he couldn’t place the feeling…Gummy shook his head, finally looking over to Shifter, “Shifter! Shifter, I got the candy for you”

CuteCat: Slowly, Shifter’s head tilted to the side. He was staring blankly at Chimera, his voice faded. “Is this why you tortured me?” He didn’t hear Gummy. He had been crying again, but now his gaze was all… wrong. Empty. … He started to laugh, loudly. “You really are all freaks!! It’s not even about him?!” He was bleeding, he was sure of it. He pulled the soul from his chest just to see how badly it was cracked and broken. “It’s all just so you can have fun. Like I tried to have fun.” He couldn’t stop laughing. Nothing he did or promised would stop them. They’d torture and kill him even if he helped Pointy. There was no way out. And that fact held a desperate hilarity.

Cookie Bun: Quinton didnt say anything. He was just eyeing down chimera.

(Dunal) Chimera: No, that isn’t-!

GUMMY (LLA): Gummy went closer to Shifter, he was terrified, this didn’t make sense, why did this…, “Shifter! Shifter, please don’t do anything you’ll regret!”

Eclipse/Petals: Petals was getting restless, unable to get Shifter to understand. “If you want to be like that, ITS ABOUT YOU, IDIOT. Thats why they want YOU to help, cause only YOU know how. Did you not even check out how many are trying to help him too? There are other also worried about you, jeez…”

SpaceConstellation: His head seemed to twitch from yET another argument abrewing in the distance

CuteCat: “Oh right.” Shifter looked straight at Petals, his smile stretching all across his face. “It’s for my own good. He put acid in my eye for my own good.” It had burned, it had hurt. It was for his sake. It was supposed to help him. “He almost decapitated me to make me happy.” He had choked, screamed, everyone staring and watching, telling him to let it happen. “He ripped out my throat over and over to save me.” Screaming, pleading, unable to move. No anesthesia. Unable to breathe. “He tried to keep me here because I’ll be happier that way.” Cut off from his friends, askers, people who wouldn’t hurt him. No way back. “He tore out my petal because I didn’t need it.” Tried to leash him. Cutting, hurting, laughing. Not giving it back. “He hugged and held and called me his baby all to comfort me.” Pleading didn’t help. Nothing helped. Bad touch. “He drugged me so I’d feel better.” Unable to even remember what he had done. “He put metal shards in my neck for my sake.” Painful static images. Couldn’t breathe. So much blood. His voice was getting more and more genuine the more things he listed. My sake. It’s about me.

Eclipse/Petals: Petals felt even worse now, and cringed as he went on. “I… Oh God, they all wanted to help you, but they did it half-way. C'mon Shifter, don’t let those dense people break you…” He went up to Shifter and hugged him, as awkward as it was.

SpaceConstellation: Ayye i could give y'all a piece of my mind for making things worse for him! Ah, he’s bloody innocent n all of you go n think he’s me. hAH I dont know whether to be proud of the insanity or absolutly miserable for bringing this upon him! he cackled, continuing to twitch and watch them in the distance

GUMMY (LLA): Gummy started shaking, tearing up as he heard Shifter talk. did he think that he was going to hurt him too…? did Shifter think he would…“Sh-Shifter….I….” Gummy gripped the candy tightly, he was a horrible friend… he should have come here faster, he should have… “I’m sorry…. I….”

(Dunal) Chimera: Chimera looked down, silent now and in obvious emotional pain

CuteCat: Shifter wrapped his vines around Petals, tightly. Too tight, not letting him move. He whispered to the other flower. “I’ll help you, too.” A third vine searched the ground until he located his knife, raising it and then moving to stab it through Petals’s stem.

Cookie Bun: Quinton stopped eyeing chimera, and floating over to Shifter *Shifter….He was at a lose for words….he knew what it felt like. People forced his to feel someway…others tried and eat him…and people he cared about the most betrayed him.

SpaceConstellation: hOLY FUCK A storms a-brewing! he howled in laughter as the glint of the knife caught his eye

Eclipse/Petals: Petals felt trapped, and with the ominous words Petals tried to escape. “Uh, S-shifter? Are you okay?-” He did not notice the knife.

(Dunal) Chimera: Chimera moves to stop him, then hesitates Shifter….?

GUMMY (LLA): Gummy gripped the candy tighter, breaking it in half as he started to worry. Gummy noticed how they candy broke taking part of it going towards Shifter, “SHIFTER! I CAN SEND YOU HOME!” He couldn’t take it anymore, he wanted to help shifter, he knew whatever was happening it was just like him before, Shifter was scared, he had to be… “SHIFTER PLEASE- j-Just listen to me!” " ….I can….“ gummy sniffed, shaking. "I…”

CuteCat: Shifter dug the blade deep into Petals’s stem , then unwrapped his vines from his victim and backed up a step. “It’s for your own good,” he said, more amused than he had any right to be. He twisted and pulled the knife, not back, but to the right as he tried to slice most of Petals’s stem apart and cripple him. “You’ll thank me later.” He laughed, remembering those words. Immense, blinding, helpless pain with that little phrase attached. … Why were there tears in his eye? No matter. His insides were still bleeding. He wanted it to stop.

SpaceConstellation: WOOOOO! Hes laughing so freaking much stop that MUUUUUURDEEEERRRRR!

Nightmare (Celestia - Admin): Nightmare appeared next to Gummy and put a vine on him gently. Looked at him then on the place where Shifter was. He noned to this side, like… giving signal to someone. After a moment Candy appeared next to Shifter behind his back and used on him quick sleep magic.

Eclipse/Petals: When that slice cut through Petals stem, all he could do was open his mouth in a silent scream. “Don’t… be… 3…” was what he managed to croak out, just before fainting from the extreme pain

GUMMY (LLA): Gummy looked over to nightmare he was sobbing. he pulled out a few more vines, he just wanted his friend… he just wanted to help… why couldn’t he… “Shifter… pl… please….” " I just…. I…“

Nightmare (Celestia - Admin): (will wait for CC response now, moment)

(Dunal) Chimera: Chimera just listens, crying Please, don’t…! Don’t do this….!

CuteCat: Shifter was cackling and crying at the same time, a deranged grin on his face, but before he could do anything else something struck him. He froze, faltering and swaying, trying to fight against it, but he was weak and within moments he had collapsed, dropping his knife and passing out. he picks up both fainted flowers in his paws No….

Nightmare (Celestia - Admin): Nigthmare took Gummy to his vines and hugged him, trying to make him calm down. "I-it’s okey… h-he is alright… just fell asleep…” He said also shivering and crying little. He could come faster… if he only knew…

SpaceConstellation: HAHAHA! Castor had seemed fo limp toward them now wHAT A SIGHT! look at em swirling eyes of murky green insanity~

Nightmare (Celestia - Admin): “Chimera! Take Petals to hospital! Now! We will take care of Shifter with Gummy…” He said still hugging friend.

SpaceConstellation: wHY did cha stop it? It woulda been nice to see an argument escalate that far! You gotta go aaaalllll the way or its useless!

(Dunal) Chimera: he nods, putting Shifter down and Petals in his maw, barreling at Castor with rage in his eyes

GUMMY (LLA): Gummy held nightmare tightly, he couldn’t stop crying, he couldn’t stop. his shaking wouldn’t stop, he was a horrible friend, he did everything he could and still… why couldn’t he be a good friend, he tried, he’s do anything… Shifter didn’t even notice him… it was like he…. “I… I just want to send him home… I j-just want him to be safe… I… just want…. ” Gummy’s grip tighted as he started to get thornier. he could hardly speak, “I just want…. to wake up….”

Eclipse/Petals: Petals barely reacted to the surroundings, still unconscious from the pain

SpaceConstellation: he sneered, sliding to the side and whipping his tailcoats like he was that person with the red flag n Chimera was the bull Too slooowww! Why dontcha take your rage into a tree?

Nightmare (Celestia - Admin): “SHUT UP!” He looked angry with his scary face at Castor. Then he pet little Gummy stem. “G-gummy… we must take Shifter to somewhere safe, without people which can hurt him… i-is he… is he even alright? Is someone hurt him physically? I must know!” He looked worried but tried to stay calm and help Gummy to calm down.

(Dunal) Chimera: he snarls, putting Petals beside him and quickly healing him before running at him again

Nightmare (Celestia - Admin): Candy after moment, came next to Nightmare, just listening with frown to talk.

SpaceConstellation: You charge with no clear sense of attack! And oh my dear Nightmare, dont flatter me with that look! he seemed to enjoy the scary face Nightmare made while sidestepping to the right again just as before

Cookie Bun: This whole thing was confusing. Everything had happened so fast… *…Wha…Shifter…why……

CuteCat: Unconscious as he was, Shifter could not move in any way and was thus easily carried. Small, too.

SpaceConstellation: Im not here to hurt anyone, seeing as everyone hurts tHEMSELVES! I would rarher talk thank you!

Eclipse/Petals: Petals twitched a little from the brief healing, but still did not wake up. Still stuck on the ground.

SpaceConstellation: he seemed to bubble with glee in the chaos

GUMMY (LLA): Gummy sniffed, he try to calm down, he could hardly get out the words, “I-I have space… he’ll be… safe…” he reubbed his eyes..pausing a moment as he tried to settle down, “ L-letep kept… stalking u-… I tried to stop hi-…. ”

(Dunal) Chimera: he manages to twist once he side steps and lunges right at him

SpaceConstellation: his hands lash out and stomp onto the beasts muzzle, propelling him up and over the beast instead of being smushed flat. Unfortunately momentum wise he lands on the beasts back

(Dunal) Chimera: he tries to buck him off, and Castor has a clear line of sight to his sensitive antenna, damaged speaker and vital soul tubes on the back of his neck

SpaceConstellation: His hands latch onto the back, and once his legs are locked around in a stradle, it’s awfully hard to buck him off. Stick man has great muscles in da legs or how would you poledance~? His whole mouth n teeth snap out to chomp into the antenna

Nightmare (Celestia - Admin): “Hm?” He didn’t understood the last words but at least understood that there is some place when Shifter can be safe. “O-okey… we… must go there… take Shifter with us and go there. I have few things in inventory for him if he will feel bad or will be hurt.” He looked at sleeping Shifter… “You should take him to your vines Gummy… if he would wake up suddely it’s better for him to have you as close as it’s possible…”

GUMMY (LLA): Gummy nodded, rubbing his eyes one last time and going to grab Shifter, he wrapped him in his vines and carried him towards nightmare. “Follow me….”

(Dunal) Chimera: he screeches, desperately trying to claw him off, his antenna easily snapping, but giving his mouth a powerful zap in the process CuteCat: Shifter was easily picked up, hanging limply in Gummy’s vines. SpaceConstellation: He twitches in pain from the zap, hair fizzling with electricity ,but it turns into a moan as he lets go and drops to the ground, since the reflex is to arch your back, thus tilting down. He hits the ground running in a sporadic way

(Dunal) Chimera: he instantly follows, even more angry now

SpaceConstellation: Im sO glad i flustered uou this way dear Chimera! Oh Guuuummmeeeeyyyyyyy!

(Dunal) Chimera: he starts moving faster, surprisingly fast for a beast his size

GUMMY (LLA): Gummy gripped Shifter tighter, extending a vine to nightmare, and attempted to burrow with the 2 in vine to the hotel room. He wasn’t going to let Shifter go no matter what. Nightmare (Celestia - Admin): Nightmare burrow with Gummy to some room in hotel. He looked little around at least here Shifter will be safe. Nightmare was silence for a moment. "I… don’t even know what exactly happened there… and… I don’t know if I want to know…“ He said sadly llooking at the floor.”

Cookie Bun: “Hey wait- “ Quinton teleports tot he hotel, looking around for nightmare, and gummy.

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