#the skype one was so annoying i tried to save it but it was a .png?? but it was animated??? can pngs be animated????

[thefanficmonster]

Matured

Corpse Husband & Little Sister Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Sibling Fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Corpse’s search for a roommate ends shortly after his little sister calls him, telling him she’s moving out of her high school dorm in the suburbs following her graduation to attend college in San Francisco.

Requested by @bugger2002  Hi darling! Thank you so much for this adorable request, I had such a fun time turning it into a fic! Sorry it has taken me so long to complete it but here it finally is and I hope you enjoy the read! Love, Vy ❤

Alright, it’s been a month since Y/N announced she’d be moving in with me - no, she didn’t ask if she could nor if I’d want her to, she straight up casually informed me she’d be moving in with me since she’s starting college. I’m lucky she even thought to tell me, knowing her it wouldn’t have been so strange for her to just show up on my doorstep with a grin like “Alright, I live here now.” Having a six years younger sister who can act both younger and older than me - sometimes both at the same time - is a bit complex. Obviously, my protective and nurturing brotherly instinct kicks in whenever she complains to me about something, but seconds later she tells me she’s taken care of it already and I feel like a fool for overreacting even if it was only internal. She’s calm and rational when she needs to be and a reckless airhead whose only goal is to have fun when she wants to be.

And judging by her and her friends’ main methods of obtaining said fun I can see how much alike we are: playing drunk video games, drunk darts, drunk pool. You see, there’s a lot of drinking involved and that’s something I’m greatly unhappy with and have scolded her on countless times just to get a fake promise, probably with fingers crossed behind her back - that she’ll cut down the alcohol. Not to mention she’s not even old enough to drink so I’ve been very insistent on her cutting her bad habit. She’s tried calling me hypocritical at times but she can’t do so rightfully since I’m, you know, of drinking age. So she’s basically bound by law to follow my advice and orders.

At least now that she’ll be staying with me I’ll be able to keep a better eye on her. A rascal high school student will either mature-up in college or go even more downhill. I aim to make her fall in the first category, but I’m making no promises - she’s very unruly, just like me. Damn, never did I think my own traits would come hitting me in the back of the head like a boomerang but here we are.

Regardless of all the crap I’ve just spewed about her, she’s a wonderful girl. She’s always been my pillar of support and never gets tired of it. She never misses a call of mine and has never not replied to a message of mine, no matter how drunk she’s been. She’s never skipped a Saturday night Skype call, no matter how busy she’s been. She’s never let herself forget she has a brother who often times needs her by his side.

Once she even talked one of her friends who has a car and a driver’s license drive her all the way to my apartment complex when I was having a really bad anxiety attack and legit couldn’t talk on the phone. She went door to door to find which apartment I live in and stayed with me the whole weekend she was supposed to spend at a music festival or something. It’s not wonder she’ll be a med student - she’s always wanted to be a nurse and has practically been my personal nurse since she was twelve. She maybe wasn’t always physically present to help me, but she’s a great instruction giver for when I need her and she’s unable to come to my aid.

Well now, we’ll both be there to aid one another.

“BEEP BEEP FUCKER!“

I nearly flip off my chair at the distinct yelling coming from directly below my window. I’d recognize that voice anywhere, and it’d always bring a smile to my face without fail.

I rush to get up from my desk chair and open the window but when I do so, she’s no longer on the sidewalk. There’s only a car I recognize to be the one of the friend that drove her here during that nightmarish episode I explained earlier.

Before I can ever back away from the window, I hear my front door swing open and a yell echo from down the hall, “Corpse! How many times do I need to tell you to lock your door, damn it!”

“The same amount of times I’ve had to tell you to cut down on the al- WHOA!“ She doesn’t let me finish the sentence and jumps me the second I step out in the hallway.

“Missed you, stupid!“ She says, her legs wrapped around my waist as she ruffles my hair, “I’ll trim your hair later. Why have you let it get so long?“ She questions, furrowing her brows at me while running both her hands through my mess of a hair - she has a point, I’ve let it get out of control. While doing so, she seems to get an idea all of a sudden so she quickly climbs down, reminding me of the huge height difference we have now that her feet are on the floor. “I know you two have met before, but I think you need to re-meet...“ she says, turning to look at her friend who’s smiling timidly at her. She sends the flustered girl a wink before turning back to look at me, “Corpse, I’d like you to meet Abbey, my girlfriend“ she says proudly, skipping over to the blue haired girl and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Y/N pushes up on her tiptoes and places a kiss on her girlfriend’s cheek. It’s adorable to see her shorter than yet another person she clearly adores to annoy.

I smile at the two girls, holding back a chuckle as to not embarrass Abbey more, “Well then, nice to meet you Abbey. You should know you are one strong soul to be putting up with all that.“ I purposely don’t look at Y/N as I motion towards her, earning me a pissed off “Hey!“ as a response to my remark, “Stick around for dinner, don’t worry neither of us will be cooking.“ I point at myself and then at Y/N as if to reassure her she won’t be a victim of food poisoning.

“Actually...“ Abbey says, tilting her head to look my shortie sister in the eyes as if taunting her to say something.

She finally caves, raising her left hand as though she’s volunteering, “Ugh fine, I may or may not have taken a cooking course and may or may not know how to cook a decent meal. It’s whatever, really.”

To say I’m impressed would be an understatement. I’m impressed, shocked, surprised and flooded with joy that my sister has finally decided to start maturing. “Cooking course, huh? When did you decide living off of takeout isn’t a nice way to live?”

She rolls her eyes at me, “Oh no I still go full weeks with only takeout and cereal, I just needed a distraction because...well...” she trails off, her gaze dropping awkwardly as she fishes for words or perhaps already has them found but doesn’t want to spit them out.

Abbey huffs, taking Y/N’s hand and lifting it to show off her wrist where I catch sight of a batch of colorful handmade bracelets, “Because these aren’t gonna earn themselves.”

I raise an eyebrow, puzzled as to what exactly she’s referring to.

Y/N sighs, taking one of the bracelets, playing with it nervously, “I have one for every month I’ve spent without getting drunk - Abbey made them for me. I need a distraction to stay sober so...I took up cooking.“

I can’t remember a moment I haven’t felt proud of my sister. Y/N’s always been on top of her shit, drunk or sober she knows what she’s doing. She’s mindful even when she’s reckless, thinks soberly even when she’s been drinking heavily. She’s always proved herself to me and to the people who think of her as a lowlife without even trying. She lets the world breeze by her without thinking too much of it and yet she still mesmerizes me and many of the people she meets - Abbey has now officially joined the club.

But, all things said and considered, I think I’ve never felt as proud of her as I do right now, seeing those six bracelets on her wrist - half a year without getting drunk. I know she wouldn’t lie to Abbey, she rarely lies to me too, so those bracelets have been earned and well-deserved and that makes me feel like the Y/N I remember is not the one standing in front of me right now. That silly girl is still in the suburbs, making a shitty-ass choice of messing up her liver. A grown woman, a responsible adult has taken her place though, and I couldn’t be more glad.

“Y/N...“ I finally manage to utter her name, making her gaze meet mine, “I’m so fucking proud of you.“

A smile slowly stretches the corners of her mouth upwards, her eyes shning in a way that has nothing to do with the lighting in this hallway. She’s not a crier though, I know those tears are gonna stay right there, stubbornly refusing to escape her eyes, “Thanks, Corpse. I’m proud of you too....” she says, nodding her head slowly, “I can overlook the untrimmed hair.”

Sigh

Y/N will always be Y/N no matter what I guess. That’s a good thing - I love her just the way she is.

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[vicious-vixxxen]

Ugh. I’ll I’ve been able to think about for days is Kirishima.

Pro Hero Red Riot is always on the move. Always busy. Saving people, doing interviews, kissing babies, the whole nine yards.

When you and Kiri started dating fresh out of UA you knew what you were signing up for. Being part of the hero support course yourself, never afforded you much grandeur or fame, but that was okay. You were trusted with one of, if not the most important part of a hero’s identity- their suit. You were more than happy to tinker away at revisions, or sketching new styles for up and comers, than being out on the field.

You were the only one in the support class, even above Power Loader himself, who Kirishima took his costume and ideas to. You’d made the very first alterations to his hero costume when he first arrived at UA, after the USJ attack. From then on it was sort of a wonderfully professional relationship. As professional as someone like Kiri could be- all large toothy grins, bad jokes, and hands on communications. /Very/ hands on. Kirishima never thought twice about leaning over your shoulder to watch you sketch up the inner workings of other suits, breath ghosting the shell of your ear, always warm and sweet, like all he consumed was candy.

Or sitting next to you, thighs and sides flush as you grew frustrated over his helmet design. He’d snicker and lay one large hand over your own- because by his third year he was already towering over half the staff, let alone the students- to drag your pencil in a different direction, voice soft and secret, just for you.

You never spoke outside of the support class really, especially as the years progressed. Kiri was class 1A after all, and as your own talents started to blossom, the busier you were kept as well. Being consulted to help pros with their designs in just your second year.

But you treasured the hours after school you got to spend with Kirishima. He’d never struck you as particularly male leaning, so while you’d entertain the idea sometimes, in the privacy of your dorm room, of being Kirishima’s boyfriend, you didn’t allow it to mess up the relationship you’d built with the other boy. You chalked it up to your first real crush, and, having always been an overtly rational individual, knew you’d work through it sooner or later. Unwilling to entertain the idea of not even being friends with Kiri. Cuz being his friend would always be better than nothing at all.

But imagine your surprise, the day after graduation, when he arrived at your doorstep. Flowers and chocolates in hand, and a thick envelope nearly bursting at the seams, filled with letters he’d been writing to you over the course of your high school careers.

Apparently, Kirishima hadn’t wanted to trouble you with his feelings when you two were so focused on school, and absorbing as much as you could, and for good reason. But now, he’d stated so clearly- the hesitance behind his wavering grin made your chest tight- you were both adults, out in the world, and if you’d have him, he’d love to take you out.

The rest was sort of history.

Three years later, still going strong.

Though Red Riots newest ranking- from his wavering 7-8, all the way up to 4, had meant an influx in work the last 3 weeks. Kirishima been all over Japan, helping out on various reconnaissance missions, interviews of the rising hero variety, and just generally being kept busy by his agency.

Kiri popped in ever few days, when he could. A quick dinner and cuddle till he had to leave again. A nice long Skype session as he was flown to a new mission, if you were lucky. But the two of you always made things work. You loved each other too much to even entertain the idea of your professional loved interfering to the point of no return, in your personal lives.

It didn’t mean it wasn’t hard, but it did mean it was a manageable. Especially when the two of you tried so hard.

And your combined hard work paid off. Kirishima had been praised internationally, after a mission he was brought in for in Europe went fantastically. The Japanese Hero Commission splashing Red Riot on the front page of anything that consisted of pages, honestly. And awarding him privately with paid time off.

Paid. Time. Off.

That had been yesterday, Friday evening. You’d both returned home late, and despite how tired you both were, it didn’t stop you from fully christening some new sheets you’d bought, before passing out together.

The christening of which you recalled as you sat, sprawled out on the sofa in the living room- one leg thrown back over the back of the sofa, the other extended out towards the opposite end. A book in hand in front of you, free arm cradled behind your head. Trying to focus on the pages, as the bright, early morning sun splashed across them.

Which was hard, when all you could focus on was the blossoming bruises on your inner thighs, and pleasant ache in your ass, and the sting of the bite on your neck whenever you turned your neck even a fraction.

The night previous had been rushed, all teeth, and gnawing, and clawing, and racing towards the end together. It was wonderful, and you’d always loved the aftermath Kirishima would leave on your body. Ever the closet possessor he was.

He’d never been much of an early riser, so it was another two or so hours of trying and failing to read for you, before the familiar sounds of large, lumbering footsteps could be heard slowly making their way downstairs. You smiled, cheeks flushing, despite the many years you’d known the man, as you caught a glimpse of his wild, shoulder length red hair first. Soft at the tips, wild at the root. Kirishima yawned, ducking below the entryway into the living room, and just barely catching you staring, before you lifted your book higher to block his view of your face.

You could practically hear the grin behind his chuckling, as he stalked towards you with more purpose now. His legs in view under your book, and his hair a plum of red above the top as he crouched at the edge of the sofa. Two large hands cupping each of your feet- teasing your toes briefly, snickering at how you giggled behind your book.

Kirishima’s eyes raked over you slowly- noting what seemed to him, as miles of gorgeous, unblemished skin, ready to be marked up. Clad in just a pair of briefs you’d thrown on before coming downstairs, almost every inch of you was bare to your husband. Kirishima drinking it in slowly, as he crawled above you on the sofa. Hardening just one fingertip, and tracing it from your ankle, all the way up to your inner thigh, as he towered over you on the sofa finally. The prick of sharpness on the soft flesh of your thigh causing a hitch in your breath. Which you held, until Kiri’s finger turned smooth once more, and he took a handful of the meatiest part of your thigh into his hand, and /squeezed/.

((NSFW warning ahead, I can’t help myself so continue reading at your own risk ;3))

“Ei-Chan,” you breathed out finally, setting your book down on the floor beside you. Bright red eyes meeting yours, as one of your hands found it’s way into Kirishima’s thick locks, the other wrapping around his broad back, palm settled just between the mans shoulder blades.

“Marked you up good last night, huh pebble?” Kirishima snickered, and you huffed. Faux annoyed as you smacked the mans back, tensing once more as Kiri’s fingers danced along the bruises and bite marks littering your thigh. Tapping each one gently, causing you to flinch with pleasure each time, before he moved to your other thigh. Doing the same, as he dipped his face down into the crook of your neck, and just breathed.

The shaky sigh he let out afterwards was victory enough for you, you reasoned, as even the mans strong shoulders shook as he breathed you in.

“Missed me that much, huh?” Kirishima nodded quickly, nosing along your neck, huffing like a puppy as he went.

“I missed you too,” you reminded him, biting into the mans shoulder gently, as the hand on his back drifted down to Kirishima’s ass, and you shook it jokingly. Feeling the weight of the mans cheek jiggle in your palm, laughing despite yourself as Kiri growled at you.

“Don’t tease me, dude,” Kiri mock cried, pulling back to give you a pout, as the hand on your inner thigh drifted center again, where, unprompted, Kirishima cupped your cock through your underwear. Smirk tugging at his bitten lips- bad habit he’d always had, you’d long since stopped trying to get him to fix it- as he ground his palm against you, almost too rough, and you groaned. Eyes fluttering shit, lip between your own teeth as he bucked up, shifting your hips just right to grind your quickly stiffening cock against Kirishima’s hand.

“So eager,” Kirishima mused, balking suddenly as you moved your hand cupping his ass, into his boxers- palming at his cheek briefly, before two fingers delved into the hot cleft of his bubble butt, brushing just briefly against the tight pucker of his hole, causing the larger man to twitch, and fall flat against you. Tense for all of two seconds, before he propped his ass back up, and wiggled against your fingers.

“You’re one to talk,” you laughed, head tilted back, long enough for Kirishima to latch onto your Adam’s apple, and suck hungrily as he continued to stroke you through your underwear. Lasting all of two seconds, before shredding through them with a finger, and taking your cock in his hand.

“Those were my best Calvins, jackass,” you huffed, brushing Kiri’s hair back out of his eyes as he leaned up- holding your gaze as he let a long string of spit fall from his Mouth- letting it drip down the side of your cock, before he slicked you up, and began stroking you in earnest. Hot, and wet, calloused palm perfectly rough, and you were putty.

Mewling and fucking into Kiri’s fist with quiet, breathy ‘Ei-Chan’s’ rolling off your tongue. Clinging to enough sense, barely, to bring two fingers up to your mouth to wet, before shoving them back down and into Kiri’s ass, teasing his hole briefly, before sinking your middle finger to the hilt in his hole- both of you moaning out, Kiri at the intrusion, and you at the spasming heat of his tight hole, like a vice on your finger as you fucked the man on it slowly.

You both shifted, Kirishima up on his knees, bringing you into his lap to stroke the two of you together, constantly spitting down on your lengths, hot and filthy, to keep you wet, as the larger man began to pant into your face. Morning breath be damned, you finally, /finally/, kissed him. Reaching between the two of you to cup Kirishima’s heavy ball sac as you did, kneading them gently, and tugging on them whenever Kirishima began to breath a little too heavily.

“Fuck, I love you. I love you so much, so so much, love- love- ah, fuck- love,” Kirishima whined, vulnerable in a way no one else would ever get to see him as you took over for him- needing both hands to stroke both he and yours impressive lengths, Kiri’s hands at your back holding you up in his lap- his arms shook with the force it took, especially as he neared his orgasm.

“Cum for me, Ei,” you whispered against a Kirishima’s lips, eating up his whimpered pleas as they ghosted your lips. “Come on, big guy, cum. Cum all over me, Ei, Mark me up. I wanna feel it, on my cock. Come on.” And that was all it took. With a loud shout, Kirishima’s grip on you tightened, and he hun he’d over your shoulder, quiet all of the sudden, before making a sound like he’d been punched in the gut as he began to cum. Cock thickening up, before pump after pump of thick, hot cum burst from the top of it. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight long ropes of cum shooting out all over your chest, and combined cocks, before slowing to a dribble every time Kirishima’s cock throbbed.

You overworked him though, his softening cock, and your own hard length making the filthiest squelching noises as you continued to overstimulate your husband- his cries into your shoulder sending you over the edge, as you leaned against his shoulder, and came undone yourself. Adding to the sticky, hot mess in your laps, before the both of you went quiet. Just the deep, heavy sighs as you caught your breath together filling your the surrounding space.

“My dick feels like it’s gonna fall off,” Kiri muttered finally, leaning you both back into the sofa- making a mental note to get it deep cleaned, as he snuggled you deep into the cushions- his spit wet hands skimming your sides, before they slid beneath you , and he settled comfortably on top. Careful of his weight, always too conscious of crushing you- unless you asked for it, that was, he thiight idly. Fondly.

“We’ve got the next eight days all to ourselves, so I’d maybe see if he can hold out till at least then. Though I’d accept an early leave- no earlier than Thursday, I suppose, if he can’t keep up,” you drawled, wiping your cum covered hands on your stomach as best you could, before wrapping your arms around Kirishima’s waist, and closing your eyes.

“Eight days,” Kirishima echoed, kissing your closed eyes, closing his own as he did so, and shifting to lay more comfortably, face in your neck as he felt sleep threatening to take him once again.

“Eight days,” you parroted back again, snickering, and yawning. Ignoring the tacky cum that was going to dry all crusty and gross between the two of you, in favor of hooking a leg around Kiri’s, and allowing sleep to take you.

But not before whispering one last “I love you” between the two of you, Kirishima mumbling contentedly back at you before falling back asleep as well.

[soranis-sunshadow]

Hordak can’t catch a break even on his birthday...

Oh fandom, you really like this sort of drama don’t you? 

A few days ago, on Hordak’s birthday, there was this ‘interesting’ post in the tag – since, apparently it’s impossible to get any peace even on that day.

I was  too tired to answer it at the time after being on call the day before so, here’s my delayed answer to all of that:

First off: this post has this bit in it when asked what that person dislikes about SPOP.

 He doesn’t need to get a redemption and he doesn’t get one in the show. 

None of his actions constitute a redemption arc. The man merely acknowledged his personhood and freed himself from his master and God. That’s what his arc was about: the right to have a personal identity. 

He gave himself a name and wanted to be his own person. That’s it. That’s all he wanted.

The man was merely freed from Prime’s influence- an influence he was born into since he’s been specifically manufactured to serve as a disposable mass produced soldier and worshipper of Prime.

 If the argument that Catra was “forced” to commit crimes and thus she is not completely guilty of them since she was under duress – then the argument doubly holds for a person who has been directly programmed and conditioned to do so under the threat of death or mental rape (purification).\

Even while away from Prime, he was still conditioned to obey and brainwashed by Prime’s cult. He literally knew nothing else – he was not meant to. It’s how indoctrination works.  

Prime’s clones aren’t people to Prime, they are tools. Those clones, while cut off from Prime still want to serve and please him: That’s what Wrong Hordak’s purpose in the show is- to show us just that.

Hordak is not considered “OK”  because Entrapta likes him. Hordak is merely shown – by Entrapta that he could live apart from his cult and have worth outside what Prime tells him he has. 

Just like real life cult victims, he needs an outsider to help him see a way out of the cult. The nature of indoctrination and brainwashing makes it impossible for the brainwashed person to know they are brainwashed unless someone points it out.

Now for my favorite thing:

and

oh and

Oh boy… this makes me just so damn uncomfortable.

To offer a bit of context as to why. I have never been on social media before SPOP or in any fandom and as such, I have never encountered the ‘all men are evil’ discourse that seems to infest these places. It’s been quite a bit of culture shock for me. 

What is it that makes anyone think it is ok to judge a person because of an accident of birth? (being born male)

Why does hate for 50% of the human population get such a free pass on these platforms? Misandry is just as terrible as misogyny. You are being biased against another human because of their gender. I don’t care that males are perceived as ‘privileged’ – that doesn’t make it ok to be terrible to them unprovoked. 

How does hating all men help achieve equity?

Do you realize that this sort of discourse is exactly how you radicalize people against the very cause you are championing? You breed hate and adversity for the rest of us who actually want to to have a discussion on the topic. 

I’m a feminist myself (in a country where feminism is hard-work) and let me tell you, making all men hate us does nothing but push away potential allies and make it a lot harder for our voices to be heard.

Feminism is about equality, not women dominating.

Now onto the second post: the one comparing Catra and Hordak with the question of which of them is a better person. 

This whole war orphans that were personally abducted and tortured into serving the horde HC that some ppl have is really starting to get boorish. This has been going on for more than 6 months. 

I have no idea why everyone thinks he went down chimneys and stealing babies left and right while cackling villainously. The man had a busy schedule of brooding in his lab, wallowing at his inability to use insulated cables and having his device blowing up in his face with the occasional Skype call to Shadow Weaver to see what the Horde is doing. 

And yet, to a part of the fandom, this is what he looked like:

( @bat-burrito​ made this one and it’s glorious) 

And if you don’t believe me about the lab recluse thing, you don’t have to, the show pretty much states it for me. 

and 

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Hordak is a recluse that stayed in his lab and let the running of the Horde and most operations to Shadow Weaver and later Catra. He did not personally abuse anyone and he is not the origin of the cycle of abuse.

Shadow Weaver was a child grooming manipulative woman before she even joined the Horde – she did this to Micah while she was not “evil” or presumably abused by Hordak.

Even if you want to HC that Hordak abused her somehow, he is still not the one who started the cycle: Horde Prime is. 

The whole fandom seems to forget about the eldritch monstrosity that created a whole army of brainwashed slaves to worship and die for him. Prime is the one that sent Hordak to die and gave him the motivation to try to prove himself worthy of life and love. If you want to point fingers, point them at the origin of all of this. This fandom has a strange Prime blindness. He is never talked about when it comes to being the start of all of this.

If Prime didn’t exist, Hordak wouldn’t exist. If Prime hadn’t sent Hordak off to die, then his clone wouldn’t have accidentally ended up on Etheria. None of the things in the show would have happened.

Adora would have died of exposure in a field, the monarchies on Etheria would have continued as they are and the planet would have continued to exist in despondos. 

He is a dictator, yes. So are the princesses. Monarchies are dictatorships where the ruler is born into power. Hordak gained his through military might while Glimmer was born with hers and enforced it with tradition. I don’t really care to play “who’s the better dictator”. The princesses have their power because of the runestones- magical rocks put there by the First Ones to channel the planet’s magic and use it as a weapon. How come no one talks about that?

Do you think a king/queen keeps their crown without effort or subjugation of their subjects? 

Also, Hordak had never interacted with Catra before SW dragged her before him to be judged. He was indifferent to etherians in general and didn’t seem to care which of them were his underlings so long as the operations were running smoothly. He was more focused on his portal and returning home than on anything else. He did not set out to “ruin lives” or quest for power. What he wanted was to return to his deity and become a mindless part of the whole again – that is as opposite to power hungry as you can get.

Catra was directly abused by Shadow Weaver throughout her childhood. That makes Shadow weaver responsible for 100% of that abuse.

Catra was found in a box by Adora and adopted by Shadow Weaver. Hordak didn’t know or care that she existed.

He is responsible for the war, he is responsible for the war casualties and the property damage. He is not responsible for Shadow Weaver being a terrible person and mother figure.

Again with the orphan thing. We have 5 cadets in the show. 

Adora was found in a field. 

Catra was found in a box. Lonnie, Kyle and Rogelio are unexplained. The only lizard ppl we see in the show are in the Horde or the Crimson Wastes. The other two could just as well be the children of some of the soldiers. 

I may harp on about what a bitch Shadow Weaver is – the reason I do so is because she is legitimately terrible to the two girls in her care.

I was the unfavorite growing up, I WAS the Catra in my family who could do no right while my sibling was the golden child. I don’t however hate Shadow Weaver. She is a cartoon character in a show and she does the things she was written to do. Hell, she is a very compelling and believable villain. Her motivations are clear and she is consistent. Her voice actress portrayed her splendidly and her character design is superb. I like her but that doesn’t mean that I don’t acknowledge her role in the story. I don’t however make up parts of the story to make her more evil than she was or treat my headcanons about her as absolute fact. 

Again, sigh: Prime is the worst villain in the show. He is quite literally Nyarlathotep and does this to planets: 

 This to people: 

and this to the people he created to serve, worship and love him: 

How is that not worse?

I love Catra and it genuinely annoys me when people erase her agency or try to paint her as one-dimensional victim. Catra was an antagonist for most of the show and she rocked it! She was 400% more efficient at it than cloneboy. Give the queen some damn respect and recognition! Catra had a lot of agency and her actions moved the plot of the show more than those of the protagonists. (they were mostly reactive).

Catra pulled the lever of the portal in a moment of distress after a breakdown, a Shadow-Weaver related breakdown because that’s how trauma works.

Hordak didn’t make her do it, he didn’t send Catra after Adora either. These were Catra’s choices. They came from a place of hurt but they were her choices still.

The portal was a means of transportation, not a weapon. Building it was not Catra’s mission, it was Hordak’s. He built it so he could contact Prime and either summon him here or go home –whichever course of action Prime wanted. Again, Hordak wanted to go back to this:

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The only person who knew the device was dangerous was Entrapta and she tried to warn Hordak about it. Catra was the one who stopped her, violently so, then sent her to die on Beast Island- the fate Entrapta saved her from a season ago. Catra then tried to have Hordak open the portal before it was ready.

When he wouldn’t – she pulled the lever herself because that is how desperate she had gotten at that point, to show Shadow Weaver how wrong she was. That is how hurt Catra was by her mother figure’s betrayal and abuse.

Don’t take that away from her. Don’t call it curiosity or naivete or whatever. She knew the portal was dangerous but she wanted to prove Shadow Weaver wrong so badly that she didn’t care at that point. She had been pushed that far. 

Catra’s actions led to Angella’s death but she was not directly responsible for it. She didn’t activate the device to kill Angella, it merely happened accidentally. Catra was however glad it happened and wanted to profit from the aftermath of her death.  

Hordak didn’t care or plan to kill Angella personally. There is no in-show moment where any of that is portrayed. Since he doesn’t care about the specifics of running the horde seem to know what they are conquering at the moment, it seems that that was usually a task reserved for his second in command. 

^ - troop movement ordered by Catra

Hordak doesn’t even know what his own army is doing.

Again with the Hordak “drilling into orphan’s minds”… I seriously doubt that any of them had ever seen him out of his lab or that he came up with the propaganda himself.

Manipulation is more Shadow Weaver’s game not his. For all of Hordak’s faults, he is not deceptive or manipulative. If anything, he is woefully incapable of spotting lies. (it might have something to do with him being born in a society where lies were almost impossible because of the hive mind and Prime being able to browse his thoughts at a whim- as such, it wouldn’t be a skill he would have been able to develop).

Hordak canonically despises deception and lies.  I really don’t understand where this image of a manipulative and cunning Hordak comes from. He wouldn’t be able to plot himself out of a paper bag if his life depended on it.

First off.. S4 Catra was his equal, not his subordinate. Don’t take that away from her. She earned it.

He doesn’t look that threatening here... 

And again:  Prime created the system. He made clone slaves and programmed them to serve. His clones have hardware installed for the express reason to facilitate his control over them. He has a religion in place to make sure their thoughts do not stray from his purpose. I am legitimately boggled by this fandom’s tendency to completely forget about his existence.Does anyone really think that these people that are born “prechipped” and programmed to know nothing but Prime’s Light are really knowledgeable about human morality?

That they would know that conquest is bad when that is the express reason for their creation? 

If I were born in that situation, I’m not sure I would have known any better. Hell, if any of the clones even try to disobey Prime, they would get either mindraped (erased) or killed for the effort. They really have no choice, even if they knew that killing in Prime’s name is wrong (they don’t) they really can’t do anything about it. They have no choice but to be what they were made to be. I find it personally abhorrent when these designer slaves are held accountable for what Prime has made them do.

And to the people that say Hordak was free of Horde Prime once he was stranded on Etheria.. That is not how indoctrination works. The fact that I can’t go to church this Sunday because I’m locked in the house and can’t find the keys doesn’t make me an atheist.

Hordak was serving Prime even on Etheria. He keeps mentioning it to both Entrapta and Catra. He started the war because that’s what he thought Prime wanted of him and that’s what he’s been programmed to do. Personal and informed choice really doesn’t factor into his decision at all.

He is not sympathetic because Entrapta likes him. Notice how I haven’t brought up his relationship with her up to this point?

He is sympathetic because he literally had no choice but to do the things he was indoctrinated into doing. He was build and programmed for it, just like all the other clones. They are not able to deviate from that because of the way Prime functions and rules over them.

There is no point in the show where Hordak relishes over his status as a ruler or the “luxury” it affords him. He does not engage in the same behaviors his progenitor manifests.

There is no point in the show where Hordak relishes over his status as a ruler or the “luxury” it affords him. He does not engage in the same behaviors his progenitor manifests. He attempts to emulate Prime in order to project authority in the only way he knows how but since those are some really big shoes to fill, he is woefully inadequate. 

If Hordak had been power hungry, he would have stayed in despondos and ruled his own faction. Being away from Prime is the most powerful and autonomous he’s ever been and yet, he wants to throw all of that away in order to be a powerless, nameless part of the whole. What Hordak wanted was to be enslaved by Prime because that’s what he had been created for.

“vengeful” – and how did Hordak manifest this vengefulness? Who did he take revenge on in the series?  

“apologize” – when and where in his 3 minutes of screentime would he remember everything after 2 mindwipes, realize that the whole worldview he had since inception is wrong, realize that he had been mistaken into doing the horrible things he did and then go to all of the characters and apologize for it?

Would anyone be convinced of that had it happened in 3 minutes? I’d rather they don’t redeem him than do a shit job at it.

Very true. He’s not a better person. He’s just a person in an impossible situation. Both Hordak and Catra were handed a raw deal, I don’t understand why everyone insists on pitting them against one another. They both did bad things and they were both in horrible situations. The specifics don’t really matter since neither of them would have done the things they did had they been more fortunate.

This is the exact reason for which I don’t hold Cara’s actions against her. Catra’s only model of success was Shadow Weaver. She emulated her abusive mother figure because she had no other example and because she wanted to please that woman. It does not excuse the way Catra acted but it explains it.

I really don’t understand why some people want Catra punished. I’d rather she get love and help. That is what she needs. In time, she will want to do better and be better by herself. She doesn’t need to be forced, heavens know, she’s been forced enough as it is.

They are really different. Catra got an abusive, shitty and violent childhood. Hordak got this:

He was literally robbed of a childhood. 

She was taught by Shadow Weaver that weakness gets you killed. Hordak was not allowed to have emotions to begin with, or thoughts of his own, or a name...

Comparing to victims of abuse to see which one of them is more likable is such a strange concept to me.

Catra was robbed in s5 too. I don’t hold that against her. I  blame it on the writers. S5 could have been a lot better. 

[anika-ann]

Errare Humanum Est - Epilogue

The Dakrness and the Light

Type: series, soulmate AU series  (part 1, part 2)  x Supernatural

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader   Word count: 3530

Summary: There are loose ends to tie; with Sam and Dean... and other friends. You really thought the times for rendering you speechless were gone. 

You were wrong.

Warnings: swearing, brief angst, guilt trips, brief talk on religion, fluff

Story masterlist

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True to your words, you decided to ask the experts on weird people appearing out of nowhere and shooting light from their hands about the strange experience you had; an encounter that resulted in you gaining your memories back.

Sam and Dean were ecstatic when you told them about remembering everything – including the time you had spent with them though, one set of memories not replacing the other.

After enough cheering via your Skype call, you sent the footage.

The silence stretched as the brothers watched the recording, their eyes wide with an emotion you couldn’t quite place. They seemed spooked, shocked, perplexed and quite a bit fascinated too, to be honest. Steve’s arm around your waist tightened, both of you holding your breath in anticipation.

Oh God, who was the woman? Was she a friend of Rowena? Worse, was she a friend of the King of Hell they had mentioned? Who-

“Holy shit,” Sam finally exclaimed, making you blink in shock. Since when Sam swore? Admittedly, you hadn’t spent that much time with them, but-?

“Quite literally,” Dean conceded, squinting at the screen again as if he couldn’t believe his eyes. You were sure you were about to burst – or at least that your heart would beat its way out of your chest with how forcefully it was hammering against your ribcage. “I thought they went under? Or, you know, up?”

“So did I.”

“Guys? We’re not following. You know who or what this was?” you asked them breathlessly, unable to bear the suspense anymore.

Sam cleared his throat and apparently closed the video, because they were following you with their gaze again.

“Uhm yeah. That was God’s sister who paid you a visit.”

Your heart positively stopped for a second-- and then you laughed self-depreciatingly. Don’t be stupid, hey don’t mean that literally.

…they couldn’t, right?

“…is that a euphemism for something?”

“Nope,” Dean accented the ‘P’ and shrugged for a good measure, knocking the air out of your lungs. And of Steve’s, probably freezing his brain along the way, because his figure went absolutely rigid behind you.

“God’s sister?” Steve parroted and you were sure he wasn’t even breathing at that point.

“Yeah. Her name’s Amara. I’m pretty sure she had a crush on Dean,” Sam explained casually as if it wasn’t a big deal.

God.

And God’s sister-

--wait, what? A crush? Huh?

“Dude. Come on!” Dean called out exasperatedly, hint of red pulsing in his cheeks.

“Like… the actual God’s sister? God, the religion figure… and his sister?”

“Yeah. Amara. The Darkness. God’s sister, whatever. We helped them to solve their family issues a while back,” Dean confirmed, a smug smile tugging at his lips at your disbelief.  

“I beg your pardon?” Steve blurted out, as if reading your frantic thoughts.

It was a lot to chew to begin with, but did Dean really just call her The Darkness? Why weren’t they freaked out by that?!

Sam sighed. “It’s complicated. Look, she also brought our mum back from death, but from what we know now, from what she said to you, it looks like Chuck brought you back and Amara thought you should also have your memories. Don’t worry about it, we’re used to this kind of crazy.”

It took you several moments of the wheels in your head turning before you connected the dots and actually registered what he was saying.

Wait, whoa, whoa, whoa, that would mean that Chuck was… the brother. Which made him… which made him-

“God’s name is Chuck?” you choked out at the same time as Steve questioned a different exclaim of Sam’s: “Don’t worry about it?”

“Yeah. Chill. Be grateful,” Dean shrugged it off as if he didn’t notice your confusion and struggle to comprehend why on Earth God would bring you back from the death and his sister (the hell-- heaven?) stopped by to return your memories on top of that.

“Hey, are you okay? You look a little pale there,” Dean hummed, eyebrows furrowing in actual concern.

Yeah, no shit. I’d like to see your face if you found out that you were saved by—oh, wait, you actually might have…

“It’s… that’s a lot to chew.”

“Come on, you already knew you rose from the dead, this can’t be-“

Sam covered his brother’s mouth with a hand, annoyed look on his face before he smiled at you compassionately. “We know. But we’re serious. There’s nothing we can do about that, just enjoy what you were given. You both have your soulmate back. Be happy.”

“Though I gotta say, my heart is broken. I was holding out for you,” Dean teased you, having wrestled free from Sam’s grasp.

“Dean!”

To be fair, Steve didn’t even flinch at such suggestion, knowing Dean’s flirty nature already, and you were pretty sure he even rolled his eyes.

“Kidding. Call us if you need help, okay?”

“Can I call to just check up on you?” you pried carefully, unable to help the warm smile slowly spreading on your lips as they slapped their hands over the other’s, Sam’s trying to shut his menacing brother up.

They stopped at instant.

“Uhm… yeah?” Dean hummed, clearly surprised, while the younger brother charmed a sweet smile.

“Good. Be careful, guys. I mean it. Let an angel watch over you. And look after him too. Send him my best wishes.”

“We will. We’ll see you, Fire Princess,” Dean winked at you and you huffed. Jerk.

“I hate you,” you murmured, waved at Sam and shut the laptop close, shaking your head.

Steve’s lips found the crook on your neck, nuzzling his face there then.

“Do you understand any of the things they said?” you slightly shifted, your lips catching his halo-like hair, your back leaning onto his chest.

“Nope.”

“And you don’t care,” you stated when he kissed your skin again

“Nope,” he confirmed cheerily, pulling your back to make you lie down on the bed. You complied, ending up on your side, spooned by his warm muscular form. “Besides wanting to know what Fire Princess means, I’m just happy to have you back, doll. You’re all that matters.”

“Steve…”

You heart fluttered in your chest, chasing heat to your cheeks at his sweettalking.

“I mean it. I’m not letting go of you, ever. If I have to lay down my shield, I don’t care. As long as I have you… I have everything I need.”

“Steve, I…” he eased his hold a bit when you squeezed his hand, allowing you to turn and face him. His eyes burned with sincerity, the way you remembered they always did when trying to convince you about something you found hard to believe – usually concerning his feelings. “I… I don’t-“

“I love you. And I mean it. Just say the word.”

“But I… I can’t be enough, Steve. That’s-“ you protested, your head spinning at the thought.

He couldn’t be serious. Could he? Steve had a heart of gold and fighting for the good cause in his blood. He couldn’t stop. Or maybe he could, but at what cost? How long it would take him to realize what a mistake he had made? And what if he blamed you then? Worse, what if someone on the team would get hurt in his absence and he would blame you for that?

Rationally, you knew the last scenario was of zero probability, because Steve would definitely hold himself responsible, no one else, but that only proved your-

His thumb tenderly traced the shape of your lips, eyes seemingly bluer than usual, as if he forced them to change their colour just to look more genuine and innocent, unable to lie.  

“You are. I spent weeks thinking-- thinking that I lost you – because of what I did, no less – and nothing mattered anymore, not really.”

“You love your job,” you stated slowly, incredulous that he was actually considering it. You tried hard to push the rise of hope and annoyingly adoring feelings towards him that bloomed in your chest.

He couldn’t do that, stop that, you bitch, he was not just yours- it wouldn’t be your choice to make-- but that was just wrong--- what if he got fed up with you-

“I loved my job – mostly because it was the only thing familiar in this century. The job was my life. And look where it got me.”

“Face to face with me, resurrected?” you teased with an awkward attempt at smile, unsure of what to make of this conversation and the mess of feelings it stirred within you. Steve only raised one corner of his lips at your silly joke. “No, seriously. I love you too. I love you and that’s why I can’t let you quit, not for me. You’re Steve Rogers. You’re Captain America. It’s like giving up your half.”

“I’ve done that once,” he muttered darkly, looking away. “And you took the other half with you.”

Tears pricked in the corners of your eyes at the reminder of why he might in fact could be able to give up on his job; because of the terrible sorrow it had brought him when making the impossible decision in his title’s favour.

You weren’t naïve, not that much at least. You both knew that that particular situation would have never happened if he was doing literally anything else for living.

You sighed, cupping his cheek and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Okay. We’ll think about it and talk about it later, alright? Now I just want to kiss you and cuddle you for eternity.”

His lips curled up in a brilliant smile that always made you smile back automatically, making your whole body pliant and feather-light.

“That is the best plan ever, darling,” he praised, planting a kiss to your forehead, indeed snuggling closer, leading your head to hide under his chin. Gosh, you loved when he did that, engulfing you, protecting you from the whole world.

“Thanks, Mr. Rogers.”

“No. Thank you. Thank you for coming back to me.”

You smiled against his throat, kissing his Adam’s apple. “We’ve been over this, I didn’t exactly-“

Hand still in your hair, he guided you from your favourite spot with light pull, only so he could shut you up with a kiss.

You sure as hell didn’t resist and lazily returned the affection, content to stay in that moment forever.

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In real life, moments like that didn’t last forever. Sooner or later, duties and decisions came knocking.

Decisions were hard, especially when coming back from the dead and having to choose if you should keep it secret or not for instance and oh so many more things that needed to be dealt with; which was exactly the reason why you had been avoiding it, but that couldn’t go on for much longer.

For the moment, you decided there weren’t many people to confide in, but there were still some that deserved it.

A priest of the church where your own little altar was placed was one of them, mostly because of the meeting you wanted to hold there. Then again, officially it had been Steve who invited Ryan to a safe place with little information on the reason behind such action.

Steve had warned you he hadn’t spoken to him since before your death, but it could never prepare you for the cold welcome he had got when they came face to face, while you were hiding in the shadows.

“Captain Rogers,” Ryan greeted him stiffly, voice even and sharp enough to cut deeply and precisely with that particular addressing. You and Steve had talked; you knew he had troubles coming to terms with the title after he had lost you despite burying himself in his work and making it look like it was the exact opposite.

“Ryan. Thank you for coming.”

“Why am I here? What do you want?”

Was it just you or did Ryan sound really annoyed as if he couldn’t leave this encounter soon enough? What happened to him?

“I needed to talk to you about something important,” Steve replied softly despite your best friend’s attitude.

Ryan scoffed, crossing his arms on his chest. He was a bit thinner than you remembered, but that might only be the outfit he was wearing; the sweater looked a size too big for him to begin with.

“I have nothing to talk about with you, Steve. Frankly, you being here in this very church is like a sick joke. You weren’t here when it counted. What held you? Work, I imagine?”

Even you winced at the cruel words. This didn’t sound like the man you were best friends with. Was he truly so angry with Steve? Or was it because his heart was still heavy with grief? You didn’t know whether to be touched, angry back or just sad.

And what did Ryan mean by Steve not being here when it mattered?

“It wasn’t like that-” Steve tried to explain and for the first time, his voice cracked, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Imagine that. All of them were here. All of the freaking Avengers came to her funeral-“

Oh. Oh. You had no idea what to make of that. Steve had kinda forgotten to mention that fact to you. You should have figured; he did warn you they hadn’t spoken since before your death. Shit.

Unlike Ryan, you knew it wasn’t the lack of sorrow that had held Steve back from coming – even without him telling you so, it was clear as day to you.

“-even the one from another planet. But you? Her soulmate? Gosh, Steve… what’s your excuse?”

The question was clearly meant to sting and one single glance at Steve told you that it did precisely that; his eyelids fallen shut, his hands balling into fists.

“Do you really need to ask?” Steve chuckled bitterly, forcing himself to relax his hands. You more heard the tears in his voice than saw them from your spot behind the pillar and your heart ached. “How could I show up, Ryan? After what I did? How could I look into your eyes, to her parents’ eyes? I killed her, Ryan. Don’t you think for a second that I don’t feel guilty or regret it every single day. What I did, why I… I-”

“You don’t need to explain yourself, Steve. I understand why you made the choice you did…” Ryan interrupted him with a sigh and a sideway look, almost as if in conciliatory manner. “But that doesn’t mean I hate you any less for it. Or that I don’t blame you for her death. Because I do. It was your fault.”

Ouch.

“I know. And I understand. You have every right.”

Well, this was going splendidly. Another guilt trip for Steve and hostility from your friend. Just peachy. You seriously considered just walking in regardless Steve’s plea for you to wait for his signal.

“And yet I’m grateful for the weeks you spent together. You made her happiest I have ever seen her. It’s funny how I can hate you for it at the same time,” Ryan added then, his eyes turning compassionate and kind, only a shadow of sorrow remaining.

“Life is that way sometimes. But… I didn’t come here to ask forgiveness, Ryan.”

“Good, ‘cause you’re not getting any. Why are we here then?”

Now this sounded more like Ryan. The corner of your lips rose in a tinniest smile.

“Because she always said you were her platonic soulmate. She trusted you with everything. And you deserve to know.”

“Deserve to know what?”

“That miracles happen,” Steve said simply, not making any sense to the other man. Drama queen. Then again, God had probably saved you, so he wasn’t exaggerating.

“What’s that supposed to mean? Is that why we met in a church? Some weird symbolism to… to what?” Ryan sputtered, getting impatient. You almost walked out right then. But you trusted Steve to prepare your friend better for the shock now.

“No. We met here because I believed it was a safe place and you wouldn’t have come to the Tower.”

“Safe place?” Ryan asked warily, eyeing his surroundings suspiciously, his gaze shifting to your soulmate again. “For what?”

You cleared your throat, deciding this was the moment and stepped out. Ryan’s eyes bulged, his face drained of all colour.

“Hello, Ryan. Long time, no see,” you offered a teary smile and he blinked, your name falling from his lips breathlessly and with thousands of questions unspoken.

His gaze flickered to Steve, who smiled at him tightly, gently beckoning to you, encouraging him.

Ryan took several shaky steps and you stopped, letting him cross the distance in his own pace, getting him a chance to back away when feeling like it. On the inside, you wanted to run to him and let the man engulf you in a hug and never let go, but you realized what kind of a shock it must have been.

Hell, you were still coming to terms with it.

“Baby?” he whispered, voice trembling and breaking on the single word. You didn’t bother blinking away your tears, only nodding.

At that, Ryan erased the distance in two long strides, throwing his arms around your neck and sobbing right in your ear. His breath hitched when you hugged him back; as if he had been expecting this was only a trick.

It wasn’t.

“Hey, Ry-Ry,” you rasped, your sob nearly in sync with his, which was ridiculous.

He withdrew then, framing your face with his palms, his eyes travelling all over you.

“I saw you die,” he choked out, incredulous, awed.

“Yeah, lots of people did,” you agreed, covering one of his hands with yours. “It’s a long story.”

His blown-up irises widened further. “Was that… some kind of a cover-up? Did you- how could you not tell-?!”

“It wasn’t a cover-up!” you hurried, shaking your head as his arms fell from you. ”I died, Ry-Ry. I told you it’s a long story.”

“I have time,” he mused, still starring at you, measuring you from head to toe, perplexed and teary.

“Then maybe you should sit down. Before what I tell you knocks you flat on your ass.”

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A smile was tugging at Steve’s lips at their interaction. Ryan was amazed, naturally, and Steve could relate; having her back was everything. He hadn’t been lying to her when he had told her he would lay down his shield if she asked him to. He would do anything only if it meant she would meet his gaze like at that exact moment, tears and laughter in her eyes, her lips spreading in that beautiful smile that tugged on his heartstrings.

“Steven,” the priest appeared at his side, voice low so he wouldn’t disturb the reunion. “Why don’t you join me in the back? Let the two friends catch up?”

Steve could stay right there, watching you explain the insane story, but perhaps he shouldn’t. Your best friend deserved your undivided attention and Steve would be happy to let you do so. God knew that while you were bickering and joking with the rest of his team and friends – now your friends too, no doubt – you weren’t beaming as much as you were at the moment. You needed your own time with Ryan.

“I… I suppose I should. Thank you, Father, for allowing this,” Steve expressed his gratitude, only for the other man to nod and give him a kind smile.

“Well, your friend had a point about symbolism here. Miracles do happen.... Speaking of those. I have someone who I would like you to meet.”

Steve blinked in surprise, but followed Father Lantom, trustful.  “…alright. What is it, Father?”

“It might come as a shock,” the priest warned him as he stopped in front of the door Steve was familiar with; Father had invited him over for coffee before, but Steve always refused, not wanting to abuse his hospitality.

“My soulmate came back from the dead, Father. I doubt anything can shock me at this point.”

The older-looking man chuckled, his hand laid on the handle. “I’m tempted to make a bet, but I must maintain the façade of an honourable man.”

“Father Lantom… what are you talking about?” Steve gulped, something icy creeping up his spine, his heart speeding up in anticipation.

Surely, the man wouldn’t do anything to hurt Steve. The idea was ridiculous. So why was Steve so nervous all of sudden?

“James? May we enter?”

There was no answer and if there was, Steve couldn’t hear it over the pounding in his ears. A crazy idea, old hope that he could never allow himself to feed because people who died stayed dead, even in this insane world, rising in his chest and suffocating him.

James?

Miracles?

The door opened with a creak and Steve only needed a glimpse to freeze in the doorway, his heart stopping, brain short-circuiting. The world swayed of its place and there was a crushing weight on his chest, crushing and vertigo-inducing at the same time, frantic memories of a friendship that should have lasted until the end of the line flashing in his mind, an agonizing memory of watching the fall, completely helpless.

Steve didn’t know how, but the name left his lips without him remembering forming the simple word; a word that felt like a prayer.

“…Bucky?”

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Bonus chapter ;)

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I know, I know! A cliffhanger. But it’s a nice one, right? A little hopeful, a little teasing your imagination; think about it like a post-credit scene ;) 

I can promise a bonus and a short multichapter fic ending this whole soulmate series.

Thank you for reading and your support, every comment means the world to me :-*

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Fic: Falling (August Walker x Reader)

Summary: angel/demons AU. You’re tired of seeing humans destroying Father’s creation so you decide to help August Walker achieve his goals.

Author’s note: This one was written for the skype prompt.

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Wordcount: 3790

Warnings: smut (rough sex)

Your nose crinkled with distaste as you walked the streets, making sure to keep enough distance between yourself and the other passersby. The last thing you wanted was one of these filthy humans touching your celestial skin.

Why did Father insist on sending you down to this cesspool of sins that was Earth to watch and report back? You would never understand, but you hated every minute. In your eyes, this generation of humanity was beyond redemption. Corrupted and dirty, only caring about profit and pleasure.

Hedonistic vermin!

They shouldn’t be allowed to exist and continue to taint Father’s creation. Millenia had passed and they have profaned every aspect of this planet. The air was putrid, the earth rotten, the rivers poisoned…

Everything that was once good and beautiful was slowly dying and still, Father refused to let you intervene. He granted humans free will for a reason and they needed to want to be saved.

As you watched them around you, the filth infesting every inch of what was once a paradise, you weren’t all that confident in their ability to repent and turn back to light. And even though Father forbade it, you decided you could just give a little nudge in the right direction. You weren’t disobeying per se, just… facilitating things. Speeding their opportunity to repent for their wrongs.

You took a seat at the coffee shop and to anyone who looked, you were nothing more than a simple tourist savoring some fresh coffee, one of the few things made by humans you actually enjoyed. The Eiffel Tower behind you, illuminated by the bright afternoon sun as you discreetly watched the man sitting three tables away, reading his newspaper.

To you, most humans look the same, varying only in the disgusting rotting of their souls, but even though August Walker had one of the darkest souls you had ever encountered, you could deny he was beautiful.

Tall and thick, his shoulders and torso broad and housing solid and well-defined muscles. His face looked almost as if sculpted in the best of marble, giving him sharp lines and features. His dark hair combed neatly, hid some of the wayward curls that would sometimes fall over his eyes whenever he was doing extraneous activities.

His lips, soft, plush, and pinked by the heat of his beverage, were shaped in a perfect cupid bow that widened beautifully when a stray smile crossed his features. A rare sign that made its apparition even more special. His eyes were the blue hue of deep ocean waters and probably just as cold, his gaze always calculating and assessing his surroundings, the superior intellect obvious in them.

Yes, it was undeniable that August was a fascinating specimen of human and if what you had seen of him in the last six months was any indication, he was just perfect for what you needed. A couple of years ago he had tried to detonate plutonium bombs in an attempt of forcing the world to see the light.

He understood that sometimes to archive peace, some bloodshed must happen. Death brought hope as paradoxical as that seemed. He nearly died in his endeavor, but it seemed to only strengthen his resolve and here he was, ready to try once again and you were more than willing to help.

You couldn’t bring the change yourself, that was against the rules, but it wasn’t uncommon to offer some divine inspiration to some selected few when a situation called for it and that was your plan. To offer August with a little guidance and protection to make sure he succeeded this time around.

Finishing your coffee and setting the money on the table, you stood from your seat intending to find a new advantage position to watch August. Maybe from one of the roofs of the buildings surrounding the café, but you only managed to walk a few streets before a solid body connected to yours, pushing you against the wall. You were so surprised by the audacity of this bug to touch you that you didn’t realize at first that it was August. Not until his mouth brushed against your ear, his breath ghosting your skin.

“Why are you following me?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

His grip on your arm tightened, tugging your wrist higher against your back and forcing your shoulder in an unnatural angle. He pressed you tighter against the wall, the rough brick surface scraping your cheek. If you were a human, it would be painful, but as it was, it was just annoying, and you had to close your eyes to hide the burning celestial fire in them.

“Don’t make me ask again. I’d hate to damage that pretty face.”

You took a deep breath, containing your fury before you dared to open your eyes, glancing sideways to catch a glimpse of August.

“I’m a free agent, much like yourself and I’ve been following you because I think we can help each other.”

“Is that right?” he snorted but let go of your arm, allowing you to turn around and face him, but didn’t step away. Instead, he caged you in, strong arms at each side of your head as he looked down at you, his eyes piercing as he weighed your words. “And how is that?”

For a moment, you couldn’t bring yourself to reply. Now that you were this close, you could detect this strange, but familiar lingering smell. Something that reminded you of home but diluted and disguised by the bouquet of scents of metal and gunpowder, and sin that whiffed off August. Yet, that sweetness was undeniable, like fresh rain in the morning, clean and pure and suddenly you knew why August was so appealing, unlike all the other humans. He wasn’t a human at all.

“Oh.” You breathed out dumbly as you looked at him, noticing the realization coloring his eyes pitch black as his lips drew into a smirk.

“Does Daddy know you’re down here in the slums?”

“What do you think?” This time, you didn’t bother to hide your flames, pushing against August, but it only made him hold you tighter against the wall.

“And you say we can help each other?” he said, one perfect eyebrow raised. “Isn’t protecting humanity the gist of your job description?”

“I’ll be protecting them…” you replied, cocking your head to the side to look at him. “Giving future generations a chance to be better. There cannot be peace without suffering. Isn’t that what you say?”

For a moment, you just stared at each other, sizing one up, making sure if you could trust one another. You were natural enemies after all. You, a celestial angel. Him, a fallen one turned to a demon.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked.

“If the species die, game over,” he replied, his tongue sneaking out to wet his lips and you couldn’t help but follow the motion. “Now where’s the fun in that?”

“Then like I said, we can help each other.” August just nodded, seemingly convinced, but not even remotely inclined to let you go.

“You know what can happen to you if He finds out?” August cast his gaze upwards and you nodded.

“I’m doing His work. Even if He can’t see it.”

Time ticked by slowly as the two of you stared at each other, assessing one another, trying to discover how far you could trust the other if you could trust at all. An angel and a demon working together? Unthinkable was the only thing that came to mind.

Finally, August let you go and against your better judgment, you actually missed his touch. How strange.

He reached in his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper handing it over to you. Hesitant, you glanced at it noticing a name scribbled down in neat and elegant handwriting.

“Who is this?”

“Someone in need of inspiration…” August smirked. “Of the divine kind.”

“Why?” Your thumb brushed over the letters of the name, touching the soft indentations the pen left behind.

“Now, now, birdie, you don’t expect me to just trust you, do you? Leaps of faith are your kind of deal, not mine. Do this and maybe I’ll consider telling you the rest.”

Again, you stared at each other. You hated that tilt of his perfect lips and the dancing glow of wickedness in his eyes. The way they seem to mock you. You wanted to wipe them away somehow. With your fist. Or your lips.

Instead, you unfolded your wings, making August jump back startled as the strong bones and muscles stretched wide, the pearly white feathers glowing in the sun like bright diamonds, blinding and beautiful. You could see the awe in his eyes, and it was your time to smirk as you offered him a hand.

“How long has it been since you flew, August?”

“A few eons,” he stepped closer to you, ignoring your hand and circling your waist with his arms, his embrace tight, his fingers sneaking under your clothing, exploring the juncture of feather and flesh and you couldn’t hide the shiver that ran through your back.

You wrapped your arms around his strong neck, fingers threading through the soft curls on his nape before you looked up, bending your knees and canting your wings so you could take flight with August’s body pressed against yours.

It was a short journey from where you met August to the man’s apartment and you landed on the balcony with a soft thud, both of you cloaked from view by your powers as you walked into the cluttered flat that reeked of chemicals.

The man in question was perched on a stool, peering into a microscope, looking up periodically to make notations on his notepad, before his gaze returned to the equipment.

At each step you took closer to him, it almost felt like you were crossing a wall of his foul smell. It was rancid as if the man that hadn’t showered in days, mixed with the overly sweet and putrid stench of decaying food. You gagged a little and even August seemed bothered by the cloud of odor that stubbornly tried to cling to your skin.

He had better luck than you because he could keep a distance. You needed to move closer, your lips almost brushing against the man’s ear as you let out a heavy exhale, the air billowing from your nose and mouth a solace of purity against the filth.

You watched as the man breathed in deep, his eyes taking the familiar flick of flame, just a pale comparison of yours but his hand moved against the paper, drawing out incomprehensive formulas by instinct. Once he exhaled, his eyes cleared, his hand stopped, and he looked down in awe at his own work, scrambling to find his phone.

Watching over his shoulder you saw him browse through his contacts, finding the name Lark and sending him a short message:

Formula completed. The toxin will be ready in 12 hours.

As soon as he hit send, you heard a noise and turned to see August pulling out his own phone, his lips drawing into a smirk as he met your eyes. Now you knew his plans.

“Where will it be released?” you asked once the two of you left the chemist’s apartment and returned to the café where it all started. This time, sharing a table, the orange rays of sunset surrounding your both, and painting a gorgeous view, reminding once more why you were doing this.

“In every major city of first world countries.” There was a quiet detachment in August’s voice as if he didn’t care one way or the other. “It kills fast and spreads even faster. The economy will crumble in weeks. They’ll have to build it up from the ground. The trial run will be tonight. Here.”

You swirled the black liquid in your cup, watching the spirals forming like a tiny tornado. You did not regret your actions, but there was deep sorrow for the consequences, not because of the humans but because you knew how this would pain Father. He was strangely attached to these vermin that walked the Earth.

“Then it’s done.” You raised to your feet, shielding your eyes with sunglasses. “Our association ends here.”

“Doesn’t have to,” August spoke, his blue eyes swimming with something you didn’t recognize as he raised himself from his own seat, coming to stand too close to you and offering you his hand. “We could… extend this partnership.”

You should turn around and walk away. The things his voice promised were too dangerous to contemplate and you shouldn’t be thinking about them or him. Your mission was done, and you should go back home. Wait for Father’s judgment of your deeds but what would be the point? To see the White City one last time? To be reminded of all you would lose for the rest of your existence? Prolong you suffering?

You took August’s offer, letting him guide you to his hotel. The room’s window panels overlooking the skyline and the lights of the city like twinkling stars in the night as you contemplated the view, imagining them as each one of the humans you were tasked to watch over, shining like little fireflies that soon would have their lights extinguished.

You felt August hovering behind you seconds before you saw his reflection on the window, the warmth of his body seductive and tempting you to just lie back against his chest. He handled you a glass of deep red wine, his thick fingers trailing over your arm as he pulled back, making you shiver.

“Why bother? Alcohol has no effect on us,” you said, tilting your head back to look at him and his lips drew into that familiar smirk.

“Because it tastes good.” He sipped from his drink, the liquid tinting his mouth of blood-red before August’s attention shifted somewhere else, his smirk widening. “It’s starting.”

You looked back out the window wishing you could see the beginning of the ruin. You wanted to walk among the dying pest, watch them desperately claiming the heavens for forgiveness. Maybe later, right now, the way August’s mouth pressed against your neck, soft and teasing as he tasted you demanded all of your attention.

“I never fucked an angel before,” he commented and you turned to watch him.

You had never been with a demon either. Or anyone for that matter. Neither had your vessel. They needed to be pure to contain the power of divinity. And soon enough, you wouldn’t be anything, your destiny beyond your sight might as well try it.

Stepping closer to August’s warmth, you let your free hand move over the soft fabric of his shirt, tracing the shapes of his chest as you watched his eyes, letting him know you accepted his offer. As soon as you did, his mouth was over yours in a hard, demanding kiss, his fingers threading through your hair, pulling closer and laying claim to your mouth.

You had never felt something this. Sure you could access the memories of your vessel and she had kissed before, quick little pecks on the lips or slow, timid kisses, but nothing with this searing passion and you could feel a fire starting deep inside you as August devoured your mouth, rough and biting, throwing his glass aside along with yours so he could touch all of you.

With his now free hand, he explored the plains of your lower back, cupping your ass until your pressed flush against him, feeling his hardness against your lower belly as he guided backward to the couch, taking a seat and just looking at you.

“Take those off,” he ordered, looking at you with dark eyes a certain hunger burning deep in them. You obeyed without a word, stripping for him and letting his gaze run over the small frame of your vessel. “So beautiful, birdie.”

You were surprised by the gentleness of his touch as he led you to his lap, making you straddle his thick legs, your center in full view for his pleasure. This time, when he caught you by your hair, he tugged your head back hard and your scalp burned slightly, making you whimper.

Teeth and lips attacked your neck and jaw leaving sharp, stinging bites and suckles that had you wincing and flinching despite the deep need taking hold inside you. How strange were humans? They possessed such soft flesh but enjoyed inflicting and receiving so much pain

His other hand cupped and squeezed your breasts, fingers pinching and pulling your nipples until you were arching and rocking against the bulge in his pants, steady flow of moans and incomprehensible pleas coming from your mouth almost against your will, your center hot, wet and throbbing as if summoning something to complete it.

“Let me see them,” August growled against your neck, his beard scratching your skin, leaving bright red marks to accompany the purple ones that were beginning to form.

You unfolded your wings, spreading them wide and they nearly occupied the entire length of the room. August ran his fingers over the feather covering the strong muscle, descending to the juncture of your back almost in awe.

“You’re going to miss them,” he said, meeting your eyes. “Sometimes, it will feel like they are there again and you can just soar free but when you look back, there’s nothing but burnt stumps.”

You let your hands move down his chest, undoing his buttons and pushing the dark shirt over his shoulders, but when your curious fingers moved down his shoulder blades, August caught your wrists, tightening to the point of pain before bringing them down to his lap and over his hard and pulsing shaft.

“If you want to touch something, touch this.”

You obeyed, rubbing him through his slacks, watching as August leaned his head back, lips drawn into a smug smile. Especially when you moved to your knees between his open legs, undoing his zipper and buttons so you could free his cock.

“Isn’t this a lovely sight?” his voice was laced with amusement as he looked at you. “How many demons have ever brought angels to their knees?”

“Don’t make me regret this,” you warned, hand exploring the thick hardness of his cock, feeling the skin velvety and hot, the veins pulsing as you stroked him.

“A little too late for that, birdie,” August scoffed, grabbing you by the hair and tugging hard enough to bring tears to your eyes as he pushed his length past your lips, making you choke. “You have already sinned, might as well enjoy the ride.”

He used your mouth to his pleasure, shoving his cock down your throat until you were gagging and spluttering, unable to breathe. Strangely enough, his treatment of you seemed to only ignite the burning heat inside you, making you moan and tremble, your arousal running down your thighs as you pressed them together to relieve some of the burning emptiness of your cunt.

This shouldn’t feel this good. It was like every second that passed, August’s touches became scorched in your skin, vibrant and bright, making that exhilarating fire run through your veins, urging your body to welcome his claim, receive his thrusts like they were the bridge to your new paradise. His grunts and growls, your heavenly music.

You nearly cried when he pulled back from your mouth, the only connection between you two became the string of spit and precum clear under the iridescent lights of the room.

“You enjoyed that, birdie?” he asked with a smirk, bending down to kiss you as he brought you back to his lap, his cock hard and twitching against your waiting cunt. “You enjoy how I use you?”

“Yes.” You confessed, sighing as his rough fingertips trailed up your thigh, finding your soaked center to play and explore. “Please, don’t stop.”

“I wasn’t planning to,” August declared pushing two fingers inside you, making you hiss and buck, pleasure like sharp shards cutting you open against your will, revealing that hidden need within. “So fucking tight.”

There was nothing gentle about his touch. It wasn’t about you or your pleasure. That was an unintended consequence that you embraced and succumbed to, rolling your body against the fingers penetrating you, his thumb rubbing and swirling your clit to make you wide and wet enough for him.

As August felt satisfied with his preparation, he pulled his fingers back, making you whimper at the loss but soon enough he was guiding your hips up, lining you with his cock and pushing inside you, making you nearly scream as he invaded you so deeply, not stopping until he was sheathed completely inside you.

“Feels perfect, love,” he grinned, licking the salt of your stray tears from your cheeks before he kissed your eyes and smacked your ass to make you move.

You started slowly, grinding on his lap and sending sparks of pleasure up both of your spines. You could see August’s smile widening at the thrill of your walls hugging and squeezing him as you rolled your hips, dragging out the feel of his thick cock pressing against your walls.

Soon, you picked up your pace, lifting yourself with the help of his hands on your hips and bouncing down on his cock. Never in your existence, you had felt this full and completed. Never you felt your body burn with such bright heat, sweat slicking down your skin as wave after wave of unimaginable bliss surged through you as if you were a little, fragile boat trying to endure a storm that threatened to claim you.

The faster you moved, the faster the feeling grew, and it became almost like a tide once August started meeting your movements, thrusting up every time you bounced down in perfect synchronicity. Before you were ready, you were swallowed by pleasure, the fire inside you erupted and consumed you.

You arched and cried out to the skies, your vision blacking out and the heat spreading. You felt it devouring your wings and the searing pain mingled with your ecstasy, occupying every inch of your conscience.

Through all, August didn’t stop moving, didn’t stop thrusting into you as if his pleasure only increased from your own disgrace and it wasn’t until your wings were completely consumed that he finally stilled beneath you, spilling his seed hot and thick inside you, his groans muffled against the crook of your neck.

“Welcome to the fallen, birdie,” his whispered once he caught his breath, his kisses against you jaw almost caring. “You’re one of us now.”

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Can't blame me (the heart knows what it wants) - Satan X Reader

tags: ANGST, long distance relationship, miscommunication, breaking up

word count: 5.1K

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August 29th

It really had been fate, you and Satan. After meeting in RAD, you were inseparable. You had the perfect young romance that grew into a love that you hang to no matter what. He was more than your first love, he was one of your best friends, someone you could trust in, someone to rely on. 

So you couldn't help but feel sad and misoriented as you watch him place the last carry-on on his car, ready to leave for his master’s degree. In some distant point of the human world, while you were stuck in the Devildom - ironic, really. It was a pain just to think about how far away you’ll be, but although you don’t like it, you know it’s a great opportunity. He had gotten a full scholarship for the music program at the Soul Institute of Arts. It was an impassable opportunity, a once in a lifetime chance, and you were both very aware of it. That’s why you hug him, kissing him gently one last time. He had asked you not to drive him to the airport, because it’d be too much, too hard. You had agreed, even if it hurt a little, mostly because you didn’t want anyone to see you cry. 

“I love you," he said, resting his chin on your shoulder. You held onto him tighter, not wanting to let go, hoping that the moment would last forever. 

“I love you too," you whispered through the tears that were already forming in your eyes, and he smiled, moving away from you a bit to thumb at them. 

“Don’t cry. I’ll be back," he touched his forehead to yours, hand roaming lightly in your hair, and you sighed. 

“I know," a deep breath, “I know," your eyes met his and he smiled, reassuringly. Everything would be okay. You would make it work. 

“Okay," he said, softly, then took a deep breath. “I have to go, can’t lose the flight”

You only nodded, choking up on your tears, and walked him to the door. He scooped you up one last time, kissing your face everywhere, and you both giggled. Your hands gripped his shoulders subconsciously, and, even as he settled you back on the ground, you didn’t let him go. He laughed lightly, removing your hands and intertwining your fingers together, then hugging you once more. 

“I’ll miss you," he confessed, voice muffled by your hoodie, and you stifled a cry. 

“I’ll miss you too," he ran a hand through your hair, kissing your forehead.

“Skype me every day?" he smiled, getting into the car.

“You know it," you answered, promptly, because you knew you would, and he looked relieved. “Good luck there, I’m sure it’ll be amazing”

“Thank you, Y/N," he said, holding your hand in one of his, the other one twisting the key in the ignition, “For everything”

You nodded, caressing the back of his hand with your thumb, “You too”

He nodded as well and took a deep breath. You smiled, softly closing the door for him, and waved as he left the curb, entering the highway. You tried not to focus on the fact that you wouldn’t see him again for at least one year as you watched the car disappear on the curve out of your apartment complex, and walked back inside, feeling numb. 

September 1st

“Hey babe!" his voice rang through the shitty speaker of your computer, not matching the image being displayed on the screen. 

“Sat, I can’t see you! The image is delayed!," you exclaimed, looking at the frozen image of what you assumed was Satan, but looked more like a blur of white and orange.

“Oh my apologies," you heard him swear, and then a thud. There was more fumbling around and a few more swears, and suddenly he appeared on the screen, smiling widely at you. The quality of the video still wasn’t perfect, but you smiled anyway. It was him, he was there, he was safe. 

“I can see you now!," you said, just as he asked if the video was working, and you both giggled, “How was the flight?”

“It was fine, my back hurts a bit but other than that, it was actually pretty good. I got a window seat," he fumbled around with what seemed to be a speaker, plugging it into his computer.

“I’m glad. You should’ve called me when you landed! I was worried sick!" you scowled, and he cackled.

“I wanted to, babe, I swear, but I had no signal and no internet for hours after I arrived," he explained, twisting the cord of his earbuds as he spoke,  and you felt your heartwarming. 

“I miss you already," you said, tears threatening to spill from your eyes, and he looked at you with fondness.

“I do too," his voice was heavy with unshed tears, and you both fell quiet for a moment, relishing in the bittersweetness of the situation.

“But it’s too good an opportunity for you to pass it, Sat," you smiled softly, and he nodded, smiling too, a mix of sadness and knowing in his lips.

“I know," he sighed, shoulders slumping, “But I miss you. One year is too long”

“It is," you agreed, “And I’ll die of loneliness probably, but we can make it through!”

“Of course we can!" he cheered, laughing loudly, and you felt your heart swooning. Whatever happened, you knew you and Satan would be okay.

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September 15th

“I’m like super late, I’m sorry," you told him, finally sitting down and pulling your laptop onto your lap. He shook his head, waving you off, and smiled.

“Don’t worry!" he perched up, sitting back against the headboard of his bed, and sighed.

 “Tell me about the university! What’s it like? Do you like your classes?" you chirped, excited to hear it all about his first week.

He bounced up and down on the mattress, a big smile spreading on his face, “Yes, oh my god, Y/N, everything is so beautiful! The studios are amazing and the teachers are super nice. Everyone in the program is too”

“I’m so happy to hear that, Sat! I’m glad you’re enjoying it," you said in earnest, body relaxing. You were more worried about his first day than Satan himself, too scared about possible cultural shocks, people not getting along with him, him feeling alone…things like that. He laughed when he noticed that, shaking his head. 

“You’re unbelievable. You were that worried? Do you not have any faith in me?" he asked, pulling an overdramatic pose, and you giggled.

“That’s not it and you know it. Of course, I knew you’d be okay! You’re the most outgoing person ever," you joked, although it was the truth, and le laughed, pleased.

“I know. Hey, want to see how I organized my room?" he asked, out of the blue, and you clapped.

“Yesss! Show me around, give me a tour!”

Satan laughed and picked the laptop up, walking around the room, and you smiled as he showed you every part of his new life, beaming proudly at your boyfriend. 

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October 7th 

“You don’t understand, she really doesn’t cut us any slack," Satan whined, for the thousandth time, about his new teacher. Apparently, she was a legend in the hellish music industry, but a cold bitch to her students. Satan had five different assignments, all of them involving groups, and he was tired. He had called you, eyes droopy, voice rough with sleep, and you felt bad for holding him up. 

“You should rest, then, Sat," you said, as sweetly as possible, and he nodded, head lolling from side to side. 

“I know, I know. I just really wanted to see you before I went to bed," he pouted, smiling tiredly at you, and you wished you could cuddle him. 

“I can stay until you fall asleep, if you want," you promised, and he perched up at that. 

“Would you really?”

“Of course, babe," you answered, and he nodded, too tired to keep talking. Satan settled down on the bed, laptop focusing on his face only, and you spoke softly to him, smiling to yourself when, not even three minutes later, you noticed he was already out like a light.

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October 24th

“Hey, sorry I haven’t been able to talk much lately… things are… hasty right now," Satan said, avoiding your eyes. he rubbed at the back of his neck, black beanie covering his blond locks you loved so much, and you sighed. 

“That’s okay, don’t worry," you dismissed him, waving a hand, I just missed you, that’s all”

“I know you did. I… missed you too," he cast his glance down, twisting his fingers before he took a deep breath, “I have something to tell you”

Your heart jumped, for some reason, those words seemed nothing but appealing to you, but you nodded anyway, letting him speak. 

“I’m… not going home for the new year," he said, fast, getting it out of the way, “I can’t”

“What? But why? You had it all planned out, you even had the money!," you exclaimed, not understanding. Satan and you had planned for him to return to your city for the new years, and you would go back with him to the Devildom for your summer vacations. You had both been saving money for it since the day you found out about Satan’s scholarship. It made no sense, and you watched as he fidgeted around, settling the laptop down on the bed before speaking again. 

“Something came up. Something important. I’ll have to stay here for it," he explained, vaguely, and that annoyed you. 

“What is so important that you’ll have to throw away our plans?" you snapped, making him flinch slightly. His eyes ran around the room nervously before he looked at you. 

For a second, it seemed like he would tell you what it was, a mix of resolve and questioning tangling in his features, but he only shook his head slightly instead, “I can’t tell you. But it’s important," his eyes met yours, “I mean it”

“Fine, Satan," your voice was harsh, and you crossed your arms in anger, pouting at him. 

“I’m sorry," he said, honestly, and then glanced to somewhere in his left, “Uh… listen, I gotta go”

Your eyes widened at that, “Already? But it’s barely been ten minutes since we started talking!”

“I know. I’m sorry," his eyes met yours. He looked nervous, almost worried, and you huffed, still a bit annoyed. You simply waved him off before ending the call, not even bothering to say goodbye, and guilt flooded you as soon as you shut your laptop. 

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November 3rd

“That’s really cool," Satan said absentmindedly. He was clearly uninterested in whatever topic you talked about, only glazing them off and humming along to your words. Your chest felt heavy. There was something wrong with him, you were sure of it, but he wouldn’t tell you what. He pulled his phone out, glancing at it for the thousandth time before slipping it back into his pocket. He checked the thing every three minutes or so, and every time he did, he looked more worried, and his mind slipped even further away from you. Every Time he did, you felt worst. Your head was filled with possibilities of why he was doing that, each one worse than the other, and you couldn’t take it anymore. Satan had been getting colder, more distant with every call, and it only served to make you more and more unsettled. 

“I’m gonna hang up," you said, after minutes of you silently watching Satan, checking his phone like he was waiting for something, not even noticing you had stopped speaking.

He looked up then, after you spoke, and looked shocked. “What? Why?”

“You have barely spoken to me and I have to get some things finished before tomorrow. For uni," you explained, trying not to be too harsh on him. His expression changed, guilt clear on his face, but you waved him off before he could apologize - it seemed to you that, in the past calls, all he did was apologize -, “It’s cool, Sat, don’t sweat it”

“Okay," he said, simply, “Can we talk later? I’ll call you? On the phone," he looked ready for a flat out rejection, but you cackled lightly.

“Sure, that sounds good," you said, and he smiled. “Goodbye, then”

“Bye, Y/N, good luck with your stuff," he smiled, looking relieved - whether it was about you not being angry at him or the call being ended sooner than expected, you didn’t know -, and waved back. 

“You too, Sat," you said, voice breaking, and you turned the call off before he could notice. Your chest felt heavy once again as you settled down the computer, your mouth tasting like iron and your mind spinning with thoughts you never knew you’d have.

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November 25th

“Y/N, I gotta be quick, my group will be here soon for the project," Satan explained, going about the room and tidying it up, hiding, socks, and just about anything that was in the way in the closet. 

“That’s okay," you lied. It wasn’t. You really missed Satan, having barely spoken to him the last weeks, and you felt horrible for feeling jealous but you did. You felt like some weren’t right like it was the calm before the storm, and that unsettled you. But Satan had more important things than you being (possibly) wrong at that moment, so you let him be. 

“I swear I will call you tomorrow and we’ll speak for hours, but right now I really can’t," he said, panting slightly from running around, and you sulked.

“Sure, it’s no problem”

“Thanks, Y/N, you’re the best!" he threw you a flying kiss, coming closer to the screen, and you smiled at him.

“I know, Sat," you said, and he laughed before saying goodbye and turning the call off. 

The next day, when he called you like promised, something still felt wrong.

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December 7th

You’ve been chatting with Satan for a little over forty minutes, and honestly, you were extremely relieved, glad to actually have a proper conversation with him again. It wasn’t the greatest of the talks you’ve had, he kept dodging certain subjects and checking his phone every now and then, but the fact that he seemed to be paying at least some attention to you, answering accordingly, asking you questions, commenting on little things, seemed like a positive sign to you. Satan rubbed the back of his neck as he explained the antics of the book he was reading to you, saying it was one of the best works he’s ever heard when his phone rang. He stopped mid-sentence, glancing down at it, and his eyebrows shot up when he saw the caller I.D. 

“Who is it? It’s everything okay?" you asked, noticing his sudden discomfort, and he looked back at the screen as if just remembering you were there.

“Oh! It’s nothing, I… Y/N, I have to take this, so… I…. I have to go," he tripped over his words, getting up from the bed. You watched his head pop up on the corner of the screen as he answered the call with a quick, “Hello?," and mouthed an “I’m sorry," to you before closing his laptop. 

You sat on your bed, still surprised, looking at the black screen announcing the call had ended. Satan had never before ended a call because of a phone call, always preferring to either take them while still talking to you or ignore them and call back later. You felt sick to your stomach, the recurring sensation that something was wrong coming back to you with full force as you stood from your bed, still thinking of what happened. You stilled, head swirling, and walked down to the kitchen. You needed some painkillers and sleep, thoughts settled on ignoring the strange sensation that you were still feeling.

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December 22nd

You watched as the three blue dots on the screen jumped up and down, waiting for the call to connect. It had been nearly three weeks since you last spoke to Satan, and you missed him immensely. You ran a hand through your hair, adjusting your headband, trying to calm down your nerves. It had been months since you started to notice the change. Satan called less, talked less, and was less enthusiastic. During your (rare) skype sessions, he kept glancing away, stumbling over his own words. He seemed to rethink everything he said before saying it and was constantly shifting places, changing the theme of the conversation and ended the calls earlier than you’d expect. You knew something was wrong, and your chest felt tight, a small voice in your head giving you a pretty good idea of what, but you didn’t want to accept it at first. You spent weeks convincing yourself that he was probably just nervous from his papers, or that he missed you, or maybe he was too tired, but in the last call, that he ended abruptly when he received a phone call, you started to see the truth. 

Your heart lapped when the call finally connected, Satan’s face showing up in the screen, and smiled nervously, fixing your posture and taking a deep breath, ‘Hi!," you exclaimed, waving at him. Maybe if you pretended not to see something was going on, everything would be fine in the end.

“Hi, babe," he said, shoulders slumped. His eyes were filled with emotion, but not the one you wanted to see in them. 

You bit your tongue, cursing yourself internally, but you had to know. “Is there something wrong? You seem a bit off lately”

Satan stiffened, eyes flying to somewhere off the screen. they lingered there for a second, and he nodded lightly. He looked at you and took a deep breath. His eyes were fixed, confident, and he had that “this is the right thing to do” look on his face, “Y/N… we need to talk” 

you shivered, his words cutting through you like a cold blade, but you kept your facade on. “Oh no, I know what that means”

He nodded once more, slowly, and finally spoke. His voice was clear like he had practiced the line over and over again, but his expression showed more emotion than you’ve ever seen him display before.  “Y/N, I… there’s… someone else”

The words come like a slap. You thought you were ready for them, expected them, even, but you weren’t. Your head spin, tears immediately gathering in your eyes, but you bite them back. “What?”

“I wanted to tell you before, I just… I didn’t know how," he said, voice tainted with sadness and blame, “I’m sorry”

“You cheated on me," you said. You could feel your blood going cold with the weight of his words. It wasn’t unexpected, you saw it coming from a mile away, but the words still hurt you, still made you want to crawl out of your own skin. 

“Worst. I’ve fallen in love," he said, voice heavy. He was looking at you with so many emotions that you felt dizzy, but you didn’t doubt his words for a second. Your heart thumped loudly against your ribcage because you weren’t expecting that, but you also knew he wouldn’t lie about it to you. Satan had always cherished love above all things - it was one of the things you admired most about him -, those words were as true as they would ever be, and knew that. You opened your eyes again, unsure of when you had even closed them, and watched him. His eyes were cast downwards as he tumbled with the charm of the necklace his mom had given him. You recognized the motion as a nervous tick of his.

“Who is she?" you asked after a quiet moment, despite your inner voice telling you to not do it, and watched as his shoulders visibly slumped, eyes moving side to side nervously. His hand, that was still playing with the charm of his necklace, stilled, and he bit, his lower lip, as he always did when unsure of what to say. “Don’t tell me…," you let your voice roam off, mainly because you didn’t want to finish the thought that lingered in your mind. As a response, Satan took a deep breath. 

“I... his name is Yoosung, I’ve met him at the university. He… he is good to me, Y/N," he answered, refusing to make eye contact with you for more than a second. He was playing with the necklace again, and, in the silence that had made its way between the two of you, you could see that he was looking at something off the camera.

“Satan…," you wanted to curse, to be mad at him, to turn off the call and cry your eyes off, but you didn’t do any of those things. You stayed, quiet because you didn’t know what to say, couldn’t know what to say, but he spoke instead, filling the gap that quickly formed between the two of you as he voiced everything that, you knew, had been eating him alive for the past months.

“I know I screwed up. And I know you might never forgive me, and I don’t blame you for that, Y/N, but I want you to know that I did not plan this, I didn’t know it would happen nor I wanted it to happen. But it did, and…I’m really happy. Happier than I’ve ever been before. He’s… wow, he’s just… amazing," your heart shattered slowly, you could feel every piece of it falling down with every word he said. You kept quiet, unable to do anything about it, too focused on grasping the situation and keeping all your emotions at bay - too scared you would explode if they all came at once. Satan’s voice had a fondness that you’ve never before heard, his eyes were glimmering and he was smiling his gummy smile, even though you were sure he hadn’t noticed. You took a deep breath and swallowed the tears threatening to spill from your eyes as you felt your first love slip away from you and fall into someone else’s arms. 

“I…," you tried out but the words didn’t come. For once in your life, you didn’t know what to say. You didn’t know what to do or how to be strong. You wanted to scream, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to be mad at Satan. It’s a harsh truth of loving someone: you want them to be happy, no matter how much it hurts you. 

“I’m sorry," it’s all he said, and you know it’s all he could say. He fell in love, and even though you wanted to blame him for everything, it wasn’t his fault. There are some things you can’t control. 

“Can… can I meet him?’, you asked, surprising not only Satan but yourself. Why would you want to meet the person who took from you your first love? But, as Satan looked at you, dumbfounded, you understood why you asked it. “I… I want to make sure it’s real," you whispered, and whether Satan heard you or not, you didn’t know, he simply nodded and dodged behind the computer, muffling the speaker with his hands. 

Although you couldn't make out the words, it was obvious that a conversation was being held. Your heart sank a little more when you realized that the guy - Yoosungi - had been there the whole time, listening to you and Satan talking. You wondered, sluggishly, if he had been there in your past video calls, if, during the times he looked away from the camera, Satan had been looking at him. 

There was a thump, some shuffling, and a boy showed up on the screen. He was shorter than Satan by a head, blonde hair falling over his eyebrows. His eyes were drawn, beautiful and slanted, adorned by thick lashes that contrast his milky white skin. He was gorgeous, you had to admit, and your heart shattered a bit more at that. He looked nervous, picking at the sleeve of his black sweater. It had the logo of the university in white, and you thought you’ve seen Satan wearing it on a skype session you had a few weeks before, but at that moment, you weren’t sure of anything. Satan slipped into the frame, next to the boy, and looked at him, deep affection seeping through his facade. He looked uncomfortable and unsure, fumbling with the charm on his necklace, and cleared his throat before speaking. 

“Y/N… this is Yoosung," he glanced between the both of you, biting at the skin on his bottom lips, a small cut bleeding in it, but he licked it away. 

“H-hi," Yoosung said, cautiously, waving slightly at you. He fixed his posture, moving away from Satan slightly - probably for your comfort -, and smiled shyly, stealing glances at you, but mostly keeping his eyes on the floor. 

“Hi…," you forced the word out, trying to remember how to speak, and he seemed a bit more relieved to see you weren’t screaming, “N-nice to meet you," you said, even though it wasn’t the truth, but you knew Yoosung wasn’t at fault for falling for Satan - you knew how easy it was to be charmed by the boy, and how nice and caring he was - and was even less at fault for Satan falling for him. 

There was an uncomfortable silence, the almost palpable tension lingering in the air, before Satan cleared his throat again, smiling at Yoosung, “Uh… Yoosung is in the music program too," he said, obviously hoping to break the ice. You tried thinking of something to say to that, mind going blank, but before you could answer, Yoosung cut through the silence that was settling again.

“I’m sorry," it’s all he said, but you understood. You nodded slowly, fixing your eyes on his for the first time. 

“It’s okay," the words flowed out of your mouth before you could think them through, raw and sincere. As much as you were hurting, and you felt like you’d never be okay again, Satan looked happy, the happiest you’ve seen him in a long time, and that’s what mattered. 

Yoosung nodded, lips pursed, before mouthing a soft “Thank you”. You found yourself smiling, even if it was a sad one because they both looked genuinely relieved. Satan didn’t say anything, watching the exchange quietly, glance shifting from you to Yoosung and then back. He didn’t even move. It was the quietest you’ve ever seen him, and even though it only helped to settle the realness of the situation, even more, it seemed fitting. You all glanced at each other, none of you speaking. Yoosung’s eyes lingered in Satan and he smiles automatically, before batting the other’s hand away from the charm. He mumbled something that you couldn't understand completely but sounded like a slight scowl, and Satan chuckled lightly, catching Yoosung’s hand in his. He seemed to realize that, then, looking back at you in shock. There was a dead second before lowered their hands - Yoosung looking sorry and ashamed, and Satan looking apologetically - but even if they were out of frame, you knew they kept them together.

“Y/N, I…," Satan spoke up, then, but seemed to not know what to say. He took a deep breath, looking at you, “I’m so sorry”

“I know," you said, smiling softly, and his shoulders slumped visibly, “But I also know it’s not just a fling. I know you," you spoke truthfully, and he looked at you, thankful. 

“I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me someday," he said, slowly. His eyes didn’t leave yours, and for some reason, you thought that was better. You wanted to see the emotion in his eyes, one last confirmation that this was real, “You’ll always be a special person to me, and a huge part of my story. I love you. But...”

“But not in the way I love you," you concluded, and he glanced down, taking another deep breath. 

“Not anymore," his voice was whispered, soft, low and intimate. “I did, though, love you in that way," he added. It was a confession, even though his eyes are still glued to the floor, “But…”

“Life changes, Sat. I’m not gonna lie to you and say I’m okay, because I’m not, but believe me when I say I wish you both luck," you glanced at him, and then at Yoosung, “I hope you’re very happy together”

Satan smiled, then, as big and bright as you remembered his smile to be, and thanked you. Yoosung smiled too, although more reserved, and you nodded once more, looking through the both of them one last time. 

“You’re welcome," you pulled the computer closer to you on your lap. It was a bit rude, but you were ready to put an end to that conversation. Your limbs felt heavy and you could already feel a headache forming. The tears you were holding back and exhaustion the of the past half hour finally catching up to you, making your throat sore and sight foggy, your hands trembling as you unplugged the computer from the wall, and faked one more quick smile at them, “I should go”

“Yes... one more time, I’m sorry," Satan said. He looked apprehensive, maybe wondering if you’d be okay but too scared to ask, and you shook your head lightly. 

“Don’t be," your voice was already heavy, stained with the tears that would fall as soon as you shut your laptop, and he nodded knowingly. You took a deep breath, biting your lip to keep from crying as you ended the call. The screen went black, announcing that you had been disconnected, and you shut the app as quickly as possible. teras logged up in your throat as you were met with the picture of you and Satan smiling happily that you had as screensaver stared at you, mockingly. You shut your computer with more strength than needed, holding back a shriek, and threw it on the ar Y/N hair next to your bed. It landed with a loud thud, but you didn’t bother checking it, it could break for all you cared, you didn’t want to have to look at the picture ever again. You breathed in on your bed, head replaying the entire call over and over in a numbness moment before the pain came, all at once, hitting you in the face with cold, gruesome truth. Your head lolled down as you hugged your pillow,  no longer having the strength to hold back your tears.

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[shipping-isnt-morality]

On ending friendships with antis/fanfom assholes

So I get a lot of asks abt friendships fracturing in the current fandom, and feeling bad about being unable to just “block and move on” when dealing with people they know. and I have an experience with that that i think might help people feel less alone in it?

So: once upon a time a few years ago I made a new friend in a fandom I was really excited about. We were both writers who were active in the still-small community and who loved each other’s work. In the course of about a week we added each other on skype, started collabing on a fic, started a new edit trend in the fandom, and talked basically daily.

And then she asked me to edit a story, in which a character that I read as an abuser gets together with his victim and they are much happier and sexier together than the main ship.

I tried at first to just say I didn’t like the ship and didn’t think I was the person to edit it, but on pushing admitted that I read him as an abuser in canon and wasn’t comfortable with how dismissive her fic was of his behavior. She took this.......... poorly. Basically said I was accusing her personally of being an abuser, because she related to this character, and that I was trying to manipulate her into only writing the pairing we had in common. I said “no, I just don’t want to beta this fic for you”, and we..... sort of dropped it.

But - and you may have noticed this about me - I can’t leave a topic well enough alone if my life depended on it, and her insistence that I was reading him as an abuser to spite her annoyed me, so I wrote a post breaking down basically everything the character had done so far, how his ex acted and spoke around him, and how those look a lot like abusive behaviors and trauma. And... well, let’s just say just about everyone in the tumblr fandom saw it within the next couple days.

I spent about 12 hours getting positive responses and “I don’t agree but I appreciate the thought you put into this”. And then his stans found me.

I.... don’t think I need to go into how this went? We know the song and dance; I had to shut down my askbox, locked my social media profiles, stopped accepting Skype friend requests, and endured a ton of people telling me that I was A) calling them, personally, abusers or B) was trivializing abuse and was the worst kind of tumblrite or C) should just choke and die already. Sometimes all three, it was a very fun..... 72 hours or so.

Anyways. After the initial backlash, there was a group of about 8-9 people who were still stubbornly going after me and anyone associated with me on every platform they could find. (I would find out later that they made a group chat and all became friends over their hatred of me, which is kind of flattering and kind of fucking obnoxious.) One charmingly implied, after I admitted to being an abuse survivor, that either I was lying or I deserved it. My new friend, who’d been mostly silent through all this, was mutuals with all of them.

I went to her with their behavior, and she said, essentially, “it’s not my business, you said stuff that really hurt them” and I said “I literally wrote meta, it is not my fault that they took it this personally. I’m a real person, this character they’re defending isn’t.” and she.... wasn’t willing to talk to them, or ask them to stop, or even just not share my content with this group (god, remember when tumblr’s blocking features were even worse somehow? Me too). After about a week and a half I decided I had to just block her too and move on with my life, because I was miserable and anxious and wanted to unlock my damn accounts.

It hurt. I guess that’s what I’m getting at. I knew her for maybe 20 days total, and we barely spoke for the last 10, and yet it still hurt, y’know? It can really, really suck, to have people you connect with turn out to be totally willing to hurt you, or leave you out in the cold, because of an opinion about fiction. If I was younger when this happened, I may well have backed down on my opinion to save the friendship. As it was I had to get a LOT of reassurance that I hadn’t done anything wrong and didn’t deserve what happened.

This isn’t something with a grand solution. It sucked, I got hurt, I had to end a friendship for my own health and lean on my other friends while I got over it. If I’d known her for months, or years, I can’t imagine how much worse it would have been. “Block and move on” is ok advice when it’s strangers shouting at you; it is infinitely harder when it’s mutuals, friends, people you trust and like doing this to you. I have nothing but sympathy for people who struggle with leaving friends because those friends are being assholes about fandom opinions. Cutting friends off is hard, of course it’s hard, and it’s a personal decision. Just because it’s technically easier to cut someone off online doesn’t mean it’s emotionally easier. Be kind to yourself about this stuff.

[sintatae]

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camera roll // 2984 words (previously on old acc chimtaehyvng)

…in which the lines between being best friends and being in love are blurred and documented.

pairing: taehyung x reader genre: f2l, angst, breakup/makeup, fluff, annoying kids

You and Taehyung had known each other for a long time. You were there for each other’s graduations, and there when he started pursuing music and stardom. It was always a Skype call away between the two of you. You knew everything about each other, could tell what each other wanted in whatever mood you were in.

The love you shared wasn’t one that was predictable, it was a love that blossomed and grew before you even realized what was happening. It was one of those loves that snuck up on you. You promised between the two of you that you wouldn’t become one of those cliché couples, promising to be best friends before anything else.

Being best friends with Taehyung meant that you had a gazillion silly pictures of him saved on your phone. Pictures of screenshotted snapchats he’d sent you, pictures of him sleeping in weird positions from exhaustion, pictures of messy hair in the morning. Any kind of silly picture? You had it.

Being in love with Taehyung meant that the screenshots of snapchats he sent you were ones sent in adoration and longing for you whenever he was away. Being in love with him meant that the pictures of him sleeping in awkward positions were taken after spending hours on the couch together catching up in each other’s presence, even after you were both exhausted from the jobs you led. Being in love with him meant that the messy hair in the morning was created by you and you alone after trying to wake him up.

It shouldn’t have been such a surprise to you when the pictures slowly and gradually stopped being taken and saved. You really thought that you could blame it on the distance and on the constant time differences and travelling, but when even the Skype calls and texts became a commodity to come by, you knew it was something else.

When you broke up, he had said that he just wanted to go back to being best friends. And you had only agreed because you didn’t think you could handle not having Taehyung in your life, after being together for so long. And you both tried, you really did. But for lack of a better word, it was weird.

It had been the first family get-together of the year, and you had reluctantly agreed to go to your mom and dad’s house for dinner. It was also the first family party you’d go to without Taehyung by your side, cracking jokes all night and schmoozing your parents. It had been a few weeks after you had broken up, your calls and texts rare and down to once or twice a week (at most) despite agreeing to keep close.

Your family had known that you both had decided to just stay friends, but even after telling them you were okay with it, you didn’t miss the concerned looks they sent each other when you had kept to yourself during the party.

You see, your parents had always been your biggest critics especially when it came to Taehyung (I mean, they claim to have set you guys up from when you were little, so you should technically owe it all to them), however they had to step aside when it came to your six-year-old niece.

Your niece was always outspoken, taking after your sister, never knowing when to hold back even when the situation presented itself as awkward. She would always say the funniest things, something that Taehyung just loved and ate up. He loved how sassy she could be, always purposely provoking her after winning at one of the board games she had broken out of the closet.

You remember shaking your head at him as your niece would get so riled up and start pouting, Taehyung eventually giving in and poking her on the nose to get her to stop. In which she’d just giggle and hug him tightly. Needless to say, your niece just adored Taehyung. Possibly more than you. (Oh yeah, without a doubt).

Just as you were taking another sip of the wine that your sister had given you (to loosen up, she said), you felt someone tug at the bottom of your skirt.

“Where’s Taehyungie?” Your niece asked you, while holding a box full of Jenga pieces.

“Oh. Um, he’s not coming tonight, sweetie.” You said, setting down the glass of wine. “But I can play with you, if you want.”

“Hmm… That’s okay.” She’d say, pouting. “Can you call him and tell him to come?”

“Um, I think he’s busy tonight.” You said, even though you knew your smart little niece wasn’t buying it.

“You’re not friends anymore, are you?” She’d say, your eyes widening. “I can tell because usually if he couldn’t come, you’d be ignoring Mommy so you could talk to him on the phone.”

You could only scoff in disbelief at the six-year-old, sputtering out a reply.

“Um, no I wouldn’t, he’d be the one messaging me anyway. B-but, that doesn’t matter. The fact of the matter is he’s not here and if you don’t want me to play with you, then you can play alone.” You’d say, downing the rest of your wine.

Your niece would only huff and cross her arms, walking away from you, probably going to tattle to your sister that you were being mean. If Taehyung had been there, he’d probably laugh at how grouchy you were being, and team up with your niece against you in a game of Battleship, loser having to kiss the other team and beg for forgiveness. (And of course, you’d lose. Every. Time.)

You rolled your eyes as you thought of Taehyung once again. Annoyed that you had seemingly become one of those girls that couldn’t function without their boyfriend at social events. Except he wasn’t your boyfriend anymore, he was your best friend. Sort of.  Maybe?

You sighed longingly as you briefly checked your last text conversation you had with Taehyung. It was about a week ago, and you both had awkwardly been talking about what he had done for New Year’s Eve with the boys since they were away. The conversation had consisted of a lot of dry texting, nothing like the animated texts you both had received before.

You huffed and downed the rest of your glass of wine, grabbing the bottle for a refill. You continued to do so the rest of the night, talking and mingling (and being a human) with your other family members, all the while sipping on your wine.

You were sitting by the fireplace when your parents came up from the basement, carrying a big three-ringed binder. Something you knew all too well.

Karaoke.

Your relatives clapped their hands and whooped, while your sister and you just groaned. Your family members were big karaoke lovers, thinking it was the best way to liven up any party. Your sister and you had grown up having staple karaoke songs that your parents would make you sing at every party, followed up by your grandmas and aunts pinching your cheeks and slipping you a couple of dollars. (Which you didn’t complain about.)

Oh, but your grandma just LOVED when Taehyung would sing during karaoke. There was one party, where after it had died down a bit, your grandma grabbed Taehyung’s hand and asked him to sing a little song. And of course, he’d say yes, always being the schmoozer.

Taehyung had picked an old, classic love song and upon starting to sing, he had begun to walk towards you. Convincing you to believe that he was just about to embarrassingly serenade you in front of all your family.

But nope, the idiot took a detour and swiped a rose out of the vase on the dining table, to kneel in front of your grandma and sing.

You smiled at the memory before quickly shaking your head and groaning. There you were again, thinking about Taehyung. You decided that you would wallow no more (at least where people can see you) and the next thing you knew, you had abandoned your glass of wine and had taken the bottle itself, trekking up the stairs to your old bedroom.

Walking through your old bedroom door, you scoffed when you had realized your parents had turned your old room into their storage area for their little miscellaneous things. You rolled your eyes and walked past all of their junk to your bathroom, taking a swig of your wine and figuring that laying in the tub will be the next best thing.

Hopping into the tub and leaning your head against a little folded towel, you pulled out your phone and continued on in your self-pity. You opened the folder you had of Taehyung at the height of your masochism. You smiled at the memories the two of you had, laughed at the playful faces he would make to ruin every cute picture you tried to take.

Your mind clouded by all of the wine you had consumed, your finger hovered over the call button below his contact picture.

“What are you doing?” Your niece said, interrupting your thoughts. “Are you trying to call Taehyungie?”

“What? No! I’m not doing anything—Hey! Give that back!” You said, while scrambling in the tub to reach the phone she had snatched away from you, your intoxicated self preventing you from being successful.

You knew you were too late when you heard the familiar ringing, realizing that your little angel of a niece had already pressed the call button. You covered your mouth in shock, and waited for Taehyung’s answer.

“Hello?” Taehyung answered, his deep voice sounding through the receiver of the phone. Your stomach reacting to his voice with the same butterflies as it always did.

“Taehyungie?! It’s me. Why aren’t you here, you big butthead?” Your niece whined into the phone.

“Oh uh, I—“ Taehyung said before your niece interrupted him.

“Were you just afraid that I was going to win against you again? You know, auntie’s been hiding in the bathroom because she’s just as bored as I am since you’re not here! You have to come here and fix this right now!” Your niece yelled into the phone.

You tried to stifle a laugh at how flustered Taehyung sounded on the phone, poor thing. Didn’t know what was coming for him.

“Sweetie, is your auntie there? Can I talk to her?” You heard Taehyung say, your eyes widening and shaking your head at your niece.

You mouthed no, I’m not here, to her before she shrugged and replied to Taehyung, saying “Yup, she’s right here. She’s laying in the bathtub being weird.”

You snorted again, not being able to keep in your laughter at this point—you weren’t sure if it was out of embarrassment or out of astonishment at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation.

Your niece shoved the phone to your ear, your giggles bubbling up to your throat.

“Hi Tae,” you said, “What’s up?”

“Hey! Um, so what’s all this about? Why’s the munchkin calling me and telling me I’m a butthead?” He said, and you could practically hear the smile behind his voice.

“Oh hahaha,” You replied. “Oh gosh, she’s being so funny right now because you’re not here. She literally came and found me in the tub, and took my phone and—“

“Why are you even in the tub?!” Taehyung said, laughing along with you.

“Well, because I miss you, silly!” You said, laughing again. “I may have drunk a little too much wine, and just wanted to lay down and the tub was my only choice.”

“Haha, okay fair enough.” Taehyung said, and you felt an air of silence because things were still awkward between you two. You sighed.

“Yeah okay. Well, I’ll tell you the truth, tonight was the first family get together after you and I broke up and of course the little one asked me where you were because she just absolutely adores you.” You said, the words tumbling out of your mouth faster before your mind could play catch-up.

“So basically, I’ve sat here in the tub for the past 30 minutes looking at cute, old pictures of you to feel okay, because you’re the only one I can have fun with even if the circumstances are as dry as this family party. And you know, my niece just adores you—“

“Hey, I—“ Taehyung said.

“So I’m sorry she called you and probably disturbed your sleep, or practice or whatever it is that you were doing—“ You spit out before Taehyung finally interrupted you.

“Hey! It’s okay. Don’t worry about it. Umm…I’ll see you soon, okay?” Taehyung said, before you heard the phone call beep to an end.

You dropped your phone into your lap, facepalming at the realization that you’ve probably made your already awkward situation ten times worse. You pushed your phone further away from you, opting to close your eyes and forget the situation altogether.

It wasn’t until another twenty minutes of you wallowing in your tub of embarrassment that you heard a familiar voice downstairs, promptly joining your family in on their karaoke singing.

Is that…? It can’t be.

Oh, but it was. Before you knew it, your little niece had come running through the bathroom door.

“Auntie!! He’s here! Taehyungie’s here!!!!!” She shrieked of pure excitement, before running back down the stairs.

Your eyes widened as you jumped out of the tub, taking a quick look at yourself in the mirror (well, you had to make sure) and followed after her.

And there he was, in all his glory, charming your family just as he always had, singing and dancing to the cheesy song on the screen.

You shook your head, bewildered at the scene in front of you. Taehyung at that point had finished singing his song, while your family members applauded him and clapped him on the back. He sent you a small smile, before pointing towards the kitchen for you to follow him.

To which you did, swiping a wipe of lip balm onto your lips while you trailed after him into the kitchen. (Hey, better safe than sorry!)

You both leaned against the counter as he smiled down at you, nudging your arm with your elbow before the two of you broke out into laughter.

“What are you doing here, Tae?” You asked him, finally letting yourself smile back at him.

“Well,” He shrugged. “I missed my best friend.”

“I missed mine, too.” You said, your smile turning into a sad one. Taehyung sighed beside you as an awkward beat of silenced passed between the two of you.

“I messed up, okay? I got scared.” He said, looking forward and avoiding your eyes. “It was getting harder and harder for me to catch up with you and I knew you didn’t deserve it. And it’s such a lame excuse, but I was just being selfish when I said I wanted to go back to being best friends again because I realized I can’t really not have you? In my life? But I was afraid that at the rate I was going that you’d eventually get fed up with me and then I wouldn’t have you at all and—“

“Stop.” You said, covering his mouth with your hand. “First of all, you’re an idiot. Because regardless of what happens, you’re actually stuck with me. You can’t get rid of me, that’s it. Like that’s just how life is.”

Taehyung removed your hand from his mouth and laughed, intertwining your fingers together.

“Second of all, we were always best friends and we still are. So there’s nothing to worry about.” You said, bringing your held hands up to give him a kiss on the knuckle.

“I know, I know. We’re best friends, but now I know we’re even better as a couple and I’m not going to make that same mistake again. Because yeah, you’re stuck with me too.” He said, smiling down at you, before tilting your chin up with his other hand and pulling you in for a sweet kiss.

The two of you pulled apart for what felt like a second before pressing another sweet kiss to one another’s lips. Smiling, you felt your arms wrap around his neck while his wrapped around your waist to lift you up in bliss.

“Blech!!! Okay Taehyungie, I did NOT call you over here for you to do that. Now come play Jenga with me, you butthead!!” Your niece spoke from between you and Taehyung.

You laughed as she grabbed his hand and dragged him over to the dining table where the two of them would commence in playing her long awaited game.

The rest of the night would be spent with you doing what you always did, laughing and singing with Taehyung. Being silly and in love, and all that fun stuff because you were happy and you had your best friend back.

And of course, your camera roll would have a handful of new additions from that night because it wasn’t just a camera roll to save your funny and silly memories. It had become a way for you to document the story of you and Taehyung, a way for you to discover the progression of your relationship.

Yeah sure, you were best friends. Best friends in love, the biggest cliché of them all probably.

But no one had to know that because somewhere along the way, the lines of friendship and being in love had seemed to blur within the story of your camera roll. Because being best friends with Taehyung and being in love with Taehyung had really become one in the same, they went hand in hand.

(Okay and yeah, maybe your niece occasionally played a recurring role in your story too. The little twerp.)

~~

UPDATED AN / feb 10 2020:  hiiiii, this was a cute oneshot i wrote back in 2016.. tbh I don’t know if I can re-write this because it was one of the first ones i ever wrote. but that being said, please be gracious and keep in mind this was written and inspired by 2016 bts. 

i have a lot more ideas coming :) 

[jungle321jungle]

Sleeping In The Woods: One

It was never in Virgil’s plan to be a camp counselor, he had never been a fan of kids.

It was never in his plan to learn to enjoy each of the boy’s company, he had never wanted to learn the truths behind their fake smiles.

It was never in his plan to get wrapped up in things he didn’t understand, he had always preferred to keep to himself.

None of it was ever his plan, but he’d do whatever he’d have to save everyone- even if it means risking himself.

Ao3

General taglist: @ashensanity @angels-and-dreams @ollyollyoxinfree @gattonero17

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One

Virgil had never been a fan of children.

They were loud, annoying, needy, and tried his patience to the point that driving off a cliff would be better than babysitting.

But when his mother had demanded that he get a job for the summer instead of: “becoming the newest piece of furniture in their home”, his father had unfortunately overheard. And of course because of truly cinematic timing, one of his coworkers had a son, Thomas, who would be working at Camp Storytime which was short a counselor.

Virgil already hated it at the sound of its name.

But upon research he had learned that due to being a camp for rich kids, the pay was very nice. So he had put on his best fake smile for that Skype interview where he had essentially lied to every question.

“Let's start easy, do you like kids?”

“Of course. Why would I be applying if I didn’t?”

The camp director had given a laugh, “So what age do you prefer?”

“I don’t really have a preference, but given I just graduated high school I’m not sure some of the older kids would really respect me.”

“Do you enjoy fairy tales? And all that goes with them? The younger kids are really into all of our themes. We have Pirate Days, and Royalty Days, and last summer we even had a Monster Day. Does that sound like something you’d be interested in?”

“Yeah, it sounds fun. What’s not to like about being a pirate? Well, other than scurvy.”

Despite getting the job, Virgil was not one hundred percent he could pull off the facade necessary to get through the summer.

But with training ending and campers arriving in a couple days, he didn’t really have a choice.

“Alright now that general training rules and protocol have been drilled into your head, it’s time to find out which cabin you’ve got and get your rosters. So you’ve got the rest of the day to move in and start prepping.”

Virgil gave a heavy swallow as the papers were passed around. For the last few nights they had all shared one cabin while the others were being prepared for campers, but now he was going to have to move elsewhere and truly begin to prepare for responsibility.

Yay.

He just hoped he was paired with one of the more competent counselors.

“Oh I got the Prince Cabin with Jon,” Thomas commented handing the stack of papers to Virgil.

Virgil glanced over Thomas’s shoulder, “Nineteen of them, you enjoy that.”

Thomas shrugged, “What do you have?”

Virgil gave a breath and finally flipped through and pulled out the assignment sheet with his name in confusion.

While it clearly said which grade and cabin was his, 4th and Wizard Cabin, it only listed five names under campers.

“Only five?” Thomas asked in surprise. “There’s really not that many Wizards this year, huh?”

“I’m by myself,” Virgil realized after a short pause as he passed the papers on.

“Well yeah, the ratio is ten to one. So you lucked out with half that.”

Virgil blinked before looking Thomas in the eye, “But I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Fake it till you make it? But hey, if you really need help I’m in the Cabin next door.”

Virgil mumbled a thank you in reply.

Another thing Virgil had never been amazing at was decorations. And yet he had been tasked with decorating the cabin in a “wizard theme”. He wasn’t even sure he knew what that meant. So for now he guessed, and decided he was going to over use glitter, make some wands out of something, and maybe throw some glow in the dark stars up- was that too young for fourth graders?

Oh well, they would have to deal with it.

“Your stars are in the wrong places.”

Virgil’s mouth had opened and closed as the kid walked past him to sit on a bottom bunk bed. He looked at Virgil with a bored expression from behind his glasses, “This one says Dante but I want to sleep here.”

“Logan Ackroyd,” his mother chided before he held out a hand. “I apologize, you said it was Virgil, right? I’m Patricia Ackroyd, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Virgil nodded slowly before he pulled off the “Dante” sign and moved to the Logan one to switch them, silently wondering why the name sounded familiar.

“Oh you don’t have to,” his mother tried. “I’m sorry he’s being difficult.” She then sent her son a look which he stiffened at. “Usually he holds himself with a better demeanor.”

“It’s fine,” Virgil told her switching the signs. “I figured that I might get a complaint if I labeled things anyway.”

“I notice there’s only five names?”

“Only five kids apparently.”

“Interesting. Well Logan, let's get you unpacked.”

Virgil made awkward small talk as they did so before the next campers voices could be heard as they approached.

“But why can’t we be in the Prince Cabin,” groaned a small voice before an exasperated voice replied,

“That one’s for fifth graders.”

“But I don’t want to be a wizard!”

“Me neither!”

“Doesn’t matter what you want!”

The voices turned out to belong to the two twins which had been on his list. Roman and Remus Regis. Along with them were their parents- who did not look happy to be there. But then again the movie stars that they were, he guessed they didn’t really love the idea of being in a dirty forest.

“Sentor!” Their mother, Daniela Regis he recalled, cried suddenly excited going over to where Logan’s mother had been kneeling by a very small dresser (Virgil silently wondered the point of having dressers at all when each looked like they held four shirts at once). “It’s so good to meet you again.”

Senator?

Well, these were supposed to be rich kids.

Logan’s mother stood and gave a well practiced smile as she dusted off her skirt. “Hello Daniela.”

“You the counselor?”

Virgil turned away from the women to the man who had entered, movie star Michael Regis. Virgil hoped he was good at poker faces, “Yes. I’m Virgil.”

He nodded and set down the two suitcases beside the beds, “Keep them in check.”

“Got it...”

With that the man moved beside his wife to chat up senator Ackroyd.

“I’m Remus,” one the twins stated looking over to Logan. Virgil made a mental note that Remus was the one with a light patch in his hair. “This is my brother Roman. I’m gonna guess you’re Logan?”

Logan looked away from the conversation in front of him and gave a stiff nod, “Yes.” The boy said it with such finality that made it clear that he didn’t want to be spoken to, but that sentiment was apparently ignored.

“Have you ever been to a camp like this before?” Roman asked him.

“Do you like pranks?” Remus added.

“I’m gonna unpack,” was Logan’s reply as he moved to do so.

“Logan,” Mrs. Ackroyd tried, but the Regis’ were not letting up.

“Really? You know the director?”

For an actress Mrs. Regis was not very good at sounding as if she hadn’t rehearsed.

“Did you make the wands?” Roman asked appearing at Virgil's side.

“Uh yeah... I did. Why?”

The wands weren’t anything too special. He had simply taken a few cool looking sticks and cut them down with a pocket knife. And then Thomas had thought they were plain and had doodled on some mainly out of boredom.

“Ollivander said the wand chooses the person. And you chose for us.”

Virgil blinked, before he came up with a quick response, “You're not eleven yet. These are trainer wands.”

The boy seemed surprised by the response, but with that he backed off. Unfortunately Logan didn’t.

“Do we have to wear robes?”

“It’s summer so I think we can make an exception. Plus, we’re not British.”

Whatever was going to be his response was cut off by the sound of loud laughter from outside. And then moments later two women and a little boy entered. The first woman Virgil recognized as the head counselor as Delia, but the other woman looked like she should be anywhere but the middle of the woods.

She was tall, skinny, wearing a tube top and a very short skirt with tall heels. Her long dark hair was done in a fancy way and her make up was perfect too.

It just didn’t make sense. At all.

“I was coming to check in and I bumped into another one of yours,” Delia smiled. “This is Charlotte Ekans and her son Dante.”

Beside the super out of place looking woman Dante gave a smile and wave and Virgil forced himself not to stare at the boy’s half scarred face.  

“I’m Virgil,” Virgil introduced. He then motioned to an empty bunk bed, “That spot over there is yours. Since there’s only five of you guys each get a top and bottom bunk to yourselves.”

“So you’re missing one?” Delia observed. “That’s not bad. Alright I’m heading to the next Cabin.”

“Michael! How are you?” Virgil’s attention was redirected as Mrs. Ekans walked up to Mr. Regis and pulled him into a tight hug. “How long has it been?”

“Hello Charlotte,” Mrs. Regis said as she gave a tight lipped smile. “I didn’t know your son went to this camp?”

“This is his second summer,” she replied letting go of Mr. Regis to hug his wife.

She pushed away near instantly, “We should be going Michael.”

The two left then with a few parting words to the Senator- and yet none to their sons.

“How are you Patricia?” Mrs. Ekans asked heading back to Dante to help him unpack.

“I’m fine,” Mrs. Ackroyd replied. “I do thank you for clearing my space to breathe.”

“You can always count on me for anything ... you know that.”

“Can I change my sign?” Dante asked Virgil. “I like to go by Dee.”

Dammit he should’ve thought about what the kids preferred.

“We have arts and crafts tomorrow,” Virgil started. “You could make a new one?”

Dee nodded satisfied as he pulled out his bedding, “That works.” He then looked to the other three boys in the room, “I’m Dee. What’s your names?”

“I’m Roman!” Remus answered eagerly. Wait. That was Remus wasn’t it? “What happened to your face?”

Virgil sucked in a breath quickly as he took a step forward, “Roman- Remus, either lets not ask people personal questions like that, okay?”

But apparently it hadn’t bothered Dee as he leaned forward on his bed, “Take a guess.”

Remus(?) gave a large smile, “You were abducted by aliens?”

“Nope.”

“Attacked by a shark!”

“No.”

“Wouldn’t something like a car crash make more sense?” Logan interrupted. “Or just being born with it?”

“But that’s boring,” Remus complained. “Ooo! What about jumping out of a speeding car?”

“Logan we mind our own business,” his mother stated sternly.

“It’s fine,” Dee told her with a smile. “And no to the speeding car.”

“Bear attack?”

“Nope.”

“Cannibal.”

“Nope.”

“Lochness monster- no Bigfoot!”

“Still no.”

“I’m going to figure it out,” Roman(?) replied.

“You won’t,” he smiled back before he pointed to the twin who hadn’t been speaking. “So he's Roman. What’s your name again?”

“Remus, I’m the one going gray from having the stress of a younger twin.”

Roman hit his brother with a pillow in reply.

Virgil blinked as he ran the encounter over in his head. How did he know that wasn’t Roman when Remus has introduced himself as his brother?

“Alright Lo, I think you’re all set,” Mrs. Ackroyd was saying as she pulled her son into a hug. “Remember the rules?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“All of them?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” she pressed a kiss to his hair. “Love you.” She went to leave, but she hesitated at the door. “Charlotte are you perhaps free this evening?”

The other mother gave her a smile, “I have plans. But I can walk out with you? And if you’re feeling generous enough, could you give me a ride back? We were dropped off.”

“Then how were you planning to get back in the first place?”

“Who knows.”

The two women left then leaving Virgil alone with four kids.

The living nightmare was beginning.

He gave a sigh as he sat on one one of the unused beds.

The pay is great. The pay is great. The pay is great.

“So what do we do now?” Roman asked him.

Virgil cringed, “Well the plan is just for us to hang out here for the rest of the afternoon until dinner. After that is a campfire then bed. Then tomorrow we have a full day with swimming, arts and crafts, games and other things.”

“Can we go explore?” Remus asked.

Virgil shook his head, “Sorry, but no. There’s only one of me and I need to stay here in case our last camper shows up. But we can all play a game in here?”

“What kind of game?”

“Um... that depends on what you guys like.”

“Let’s play mafia!” Dee cheered after a moment.

“We need more people for that,” Logan disagreed. “Are there any board games?”

“No,” Virgil answered. “They’re in a different building.”

“Let’s play quack-a-dilly-oh-my,” Roman suggested.

With that they had gathered in a circle on the floor and begun to play- until an argument about the lyrics had arose.  

“It’s eat a marshmallow,” Logan said crossing his arms.

Remus shook his head, “No it’s your face is turning yellow!”

“It’s yellow,” Dee agreed while Roman nodded. “Right Virgil?”

Virgil shrugged, “I grew up with both.”

“See? He’s on our side.”

“That's not what he said,” Logan disagreed.

“Either way you’re outnumbered,” Roman announced. “So what does your opinion matter?”

“Everyone’s opinion matters,” Virgil tried but he didn’t think he was heard.

As the argument escalated Virgil gave a groan, thankfully he was saved by the door opening and a boy walking in beside Thomas.

“This one got a bit lost,” Thomas explained setting down the kid’s bag. “This is Patton.”

Patton gave a wide smile, “Hi! What are your names?”

While the other boys stood up to introduce themselves Virgil moved over to Thomas. “Where’s his parents?” He asked quietly.

Thomas gave a shrug, “He was just left at the entrance.”

Virgil gave an awkward nod and looked back to the boys.

“Patton, are the lyrics to quack-a-dilly-oh-my ‘eat a marshmallow’ or ‘your face is turning yellow’?” Logan asked.

Patton seemed confused by the question but he answered anyway as he put his small backpack on his bed, “It’s marshmallow- oh cool a wand!”

“See?”

“You’re still outnumbered,” Roman reminded him.

Logan gave a frown before he turned to Thomas. But Thomas was faster, “Well I need to get back to my own cabin.”

~~~~

Someway, somehow, Virgil managed to survive the afternoon. He had helped Patton set up his bed (before the twins because they hadn’t actually done more then dump stuff out) and then it had been time to take a small tour.

He showed them places around the camp, from the fields to the bathrooms, to the dining hall for dinner and a few others in between. And for a little while Virgil thought he could actually do this.

And then a scream woke him in the middle of the night.

Virgil shot up from his bed and promptly fell to the floor. He hurried out his room and into the next one hitting the light as he did. When he did he found Remus and Dee laying on the floor cackling beside Roman who was comforting a crying Patton. Meanwhile Logan gave the world a glare from where he had sat up in his bed.

“He’s fine,” Dee laughed.

“The spider is fake Patton!” Roman was trying.

“Can we reenact that?” Remus asked between gasps of laughter. “Virgil can take a video!”

“You’re all stupid,” Logan mumbled flopping back down and pulling a blanket over his head.

Virgil gave a deep breath calm down his now quick beating heart, but his fear as he did his worry was replaced by anger. “All of you, go to bed!”

“Some of us are trying!” Logan shouted back.

“It's the first night of camp,” Dee frowned. “Did you expect us to sleep?”

Virgil gave the child an annoyed glare, “I expect you to be quiet enough that I can sleep.”

“Have you ever been to camp before?”

“Get in your bed. I don't give a-” He forced himself to take a breath. “Just get in your bed and be quiet. All of you... Patton do you want water or something?”

Patton had calmed slightly and shook his head as he wiped at his eyes, “‘M okay.”

Virgil nodded and headed back to his room. “Just be quiet. No. Be silent. Understood?”

“Yes Mr. Virgil!” Remus mocked climbing into his bed.

It was going to be a long summer.

~~~~

One - Two

Welcome to yet another AU!

As with all my aus the original idea was to have happy fluff throughout because I realize I’ve done all the sides as kids except Dee. But if you can read the description that’s not where we will end up.

But welcome to the ride!

[friday-ocean]

What Is Your Price?

Summary: Bucky suffers from his two mothers: Steve and Sam. Both of them interfere in his life and know everything better. One evening they suggest he flirt with you at Tony’s party. Even though Bucky does everything else, you seem to get involved with him. Why only? Bucky’s only explanation: You were paid for it by his two mothers. Strange, but the certainty of not being able to do anything wrong works wonders for Bucky. Finally, he can really relax in your presence. Warnings: alcohol, Smut (18+) Paring: Bucky Barnes x Reader Authors Note: Written for @bxcksdoll  writing challenge. I must apologize explicitly for taking so much longer...!

Prompt: “Are you flirting with me?”

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 Sam and Steve, together, side by side, at a party. Worst case scenario ever. While Steve kept poor Bucky close in sight and supported him in all his decisions like an enthusiastic mother, Sam was more of a mean stepmother. Basically, Bucky was accompanied by a mean or annoying commentary. On normal days and missions, Bucky could now easily ignore his two mothers. As long as he didn't interrupt them, and didn't get carried away with an answer, he would be left alone again.

But on evenings like this, they didn't leave Bucky's side. Sam on his right, Steve on his left, almost shoulder to shoulder, shoulder to shoulder. Asking and pushing each one didn't help. They did not move away from his shoulder. "Another drink," Sam asks, waving his glass with the lonely pieces of ice. Steve hands him his empty glass, but Bucky shakes his head. The two men watch Sam cross the large room towards the bar.

Tony had again invited him to one of his many parties that evening. There was something to celebrate. One of Tony's companies was successful on the stock exchange, or he had developed a new operating system or something with drive technology, or, or, or... Bucky didn't listen to him anymore when he was looking for a reason to organize a big party. He would have to show himself for at least a few hours anyway, even if he fought it off with his hands and feet.

"Don't you want to go over to Sharon?" Bucky asks and sees the young blonde talking to a group of older men. Steve didn't want to admit it, but he had been keeping an eye on the pretty blonde the whole time. "Oh, no. She seems to enjoy herself very much with the people there..." His voice became thinner and thinner at the end and his gaze slid over to Sharon again. Captain America's attention span seems to be getting shorter and shorter over the past weeks.

Bucky sighs and takes a little sip from his drink. Steve may have been able to disassemble a whole army of sophisticated robots, but his interest in hiding a pretty, intelligent and funny blonde failed him completely. Finally, Sam came back with the two drinks. His grin gives Bucky a bad gut feeling. Sam's gaze was too focused on his person to be inconspicuous.

 "Don't you want to get something new to drink? Your whiskey is certainly warm already", Sam passes the second glass to Steve, but keeps Bucky firmly in the drink. "Why are you so interested in my drink," asks the interviewee sourly. Thanks, Mom, I'm happy', but Bucky would rather answer. Sam shrugs his shoulders briefly but says nothing more about it. He looks at Steve with big eyes and nods his head slightly towards the bar.

 "They should offer really good wine. Almost someone as old as the two of us," Steve tries to joke.

But Bucky can't laugh much about it. Since when has Steve been interested in wine? Next, he might want to talk about cheese! This thought makes Bucky shudder even more. Sam, Steve, wine, cheese! What a terrible idea! Then it's better to voluntarily flee to the said bar. Bucky takes one last, big sip from his whiskey glass. "All right, then I'll go and look for this special wine." Without waiting for another word from his mothers, the not so young boy flees towards the bar.

You had this whole evening in mind in a different way. When you learned that your company would send you to New York at short notice to negotiate a contract, you immediately called Pepper. Finally, you came to this exciting city and could spend some time with your beloved cousin. Since she runs the company with Tony and lives in a kind of marital relationship with him, you've been talking less and less. You, as a lawyer for a big automobile company, have always travelled the world a lot. But now you can't even arrange to make Skype calls or anything.

Pepper was very excited about your last-minute visit. She didn't know yet that Tony was organizing a big party in his tower. She realized this when a huge ice sculpture in the shape of the Iron Man suit was delivered in the morning. Of course, Pepper had suggested that you still go to a cocktail bar on Broadway as planned and leave Tony alone. But you could see her fear in her eyes. Can't imagine what Tony would do if she wasn't there to stop it. Your suggestion to just spend the evening at the party was therefore even more happily accepted by her. Cocktail bar or party at Tony's can't be such a big difference, you thought.

But unfortunately, you were terribly wrong. All party guests were mostly older ladies and gentlemen, from the economy, politics or education. The gentlemen wore expensive three-piece suits and the lady’s elegant trouser suits and skirts. However, your suitcase did not give you a similar ensemble to choose from. For the whole trip you had only two outfits packed, which would correspond to the dress code of this evening. Unfortunately, they were already planned for the next two days of negotiations and the risk of ruining them was simply too great. You had to put on the planned outfit for the night in the cocktail bar. The dark green satin dress flatters your curves, thin spaghetti straps and a waterfall neckline complete the sexy look. Standing the dress has a daring brevity, but you can't imagine how short it will be if you had to sit.

Once again you smooth the hem of your dress inconspicuously. Until recently you had been standing on the edge of the room with Pepper and talking to each other animatedly. But of course, Tony soon provoked her full attention. But before she could run to him and stop whatever he was about to do, she had pushed you into a group of older gentlemen. It was a kind-hearted attempt not to make you feel left alone by her. Only Pepper's self-sacrificing interest in your person prevented you from confessing to her that you fervently desire to be left alone. You already had to endure conversations with older gentlemen on your own working days and parties, and the prospect of having to do the same in your spare time made you shiver coldly.

In your desperation, you introduce yourself to the group as Pepper's special friend. You renounce all information about your profession, too much worried that the men might still get interested in you. Your tactics are even successful. For quite a while the gentlemen take no notice of you and soon you can apologize without leaving a rude impression. Hurriedly you make your way through the small groups towards the bar, hoping that nobody will stop you. Your feet hurt terribly when you finally reach the bar. With a small, relieved sigh you sit down on the bar stool - your much too short dress completely forgotten. How you would like to tear those damn high heels off your feet. Black, high and sexy, but modern torture devices.

Someone clears his throat next to you and you turn around. A tall, dark-haired man with incredibly bright eyes stands next to you. James Buchanan Barnes. Bucky Barnes. Winter soldier. Of course, you know him. From the news, stories and conversations with Pepper. Although you know all the terrible reports and can imagine that there are much darker secrets, you don't shy away from him. Who are you to allow yourself to be judged?

Bucky's lips curl a little, apparently hoping for your attention. "Good evening, may I buy you a drink?", his voice is not particularly firm, he doesn't seem quite sure of his behaviour. If only he knew what effect his imposing figure, his bright eyes and his sharp jaw have on you - his self-confidence would extend from here to the moon. With a small, cheeky grin you answer: "I thought the drinks were free. So why all the effort?"

Bucky takes a bumpy step back, strokes himself embarrassed through the long hair. If only he'd just let it go. Stupid idea. "Yes, that's right... Sorry." The tall man turns to walking and you're scared. Such a man and then so shy? You wanted to turn him on with your charm and not scare him like a little deer in the spotlight of an SUV. Quickly you reach for his arm. "Wait a minute! That doesn't mean I don't want one," you're trying to save the whole situation. With raised eyebrows Bucky turns back to you: "Sure?" You nod and point to the empty glass in front of you. "I'd love a wine."

Still a little timid, Bucky sits down on the bar stool next to you and orders two of Tony's best wines from the bartender. It only takes a few minutes until two elegant glasses with the dark red liquid are placed in front of you, but it feels like a little eternity. None of you say a word - you, afraid to frighten him off again and he, afraid to embarrass himself again.

The silence between you becomes more and more unpleasant. For a moment you think about thanking Bucky for the drink and moving on. But the alternative was still only various groups of old, boring men. How exciting could the time with this pretty man be? "Are you enjoying the evening," you ask carefully. A harmless question, which hopefully doesn't frighten him too much again. Bucky wrinkles his nose and dedicates himself to his wine. The dark liquid is velvety soft and heavy. an outstanding taste of tobacco, wild berries and honey-sweet finish. "I could find a more exciting accompaniment than my two...", Bucky quickly interrupts. To call Sam and Steve mothers in front of a strange woman would probably leave a false impression. He ends the sentence by saying, "Introduce buddy". You smile amusedly: "Well, now I'm here. Now it can only get more exciting."

Irritated, Bucky puts down his wine glass: "Are you flirting with me?" Your warm, upright laugh fills Bucky's inner self, a tingling sensation develops between his belly button and his knees. You put your little hand on his forearm and bend over to him, your sensual lips slightly open. "Is that so absurd?" When you leaned forward, the neckline of your dark dress slipped and gave Bucky a wonderful view that he just can't escape. Dark red lace contrasts with your light skin and caresses your full breasts. Your nipples will pierce through the fine fabric and stretch towards it.

This is madness! Something seems to be going wrong. Is he dreaming? Does he have a stroke? Hallucinations? Here you sit, so close to him that he can perceive your perfume of lavender and honey, your hand on his arm, your wonderful neckline and on top of that you seem to be interested in what he says! Finally, this happened to him before the war - before he became who he is now. His gaze wanders across to the end of the room. Steve and Sam, shoulder to shoulder, with a wide grin and hopeful faces.

Suddenly Bucky falls like scales from her eyes. Sam and Steve, his two mothers. Sam, who absolutely wanted him to go to the bar. Steve, who encouraged him, maybe a nice conversation partner would sit there. And finally, you. You, in that dress that doesn't hide a secret. You, with that forbidden deep neckline and the lace and your nipples. You, with that gorgeous smile. You, with your interest in his person. Bucky growls. Finally, he has added up 1 and 1 and 1. This is all an attempt to get him back on the horse - out of the bad mood, out of the compound, into life. Again, Bucky lets his gaze wander over your figure, but this time with different eyes. The sexy, tight dress made of noble fabric that leaves nothing to the imagination but still covered enough to arouse hot curiosity. High heels that would have to be registered as weapons. Glittering earrings and rings, so discreet that they already scream for the highest price tag. Unmistakable, for the time you spend with him, you get paid.

Upon realizing this, Bucky suddenly relaxes noticeably. What a cunning plan! But he can't really blame his mother’s either. His mood had been miserable in the last weeks. Your hand slightly presses Bucky's forearm and he turns his attention back to you. Your big eyes look at him waiting and he must admit that his mothers have really shown excellent taste.

How much do you think they paid for you? More importantly, how far would you go for that? Bucky, lost in thought, strokes his dark red lips with his tongue. He would find out the answers. Finally, he devotes his attention to you again, gives you a radiant smile. "Excuse me. I was just completely enchanted by you. You return his radiance, your voice still whispering: "I can say that about you too.

Bucky turns on his stool so that he can push his knee between your legs. He continues to bend towards you. The knowledge that you listen to him and don't run away, no matter what he says, releases a blockage in him that he didn't know existed. Well, you are paid for your attention. So what? As if it would be a great difference whether you get the money in cash or in the form of a dinner. Actually, this whole arrangement makes you even more attractive. Isn't there a kind of secrecy in this service?

Your hand detaches from his forearm and reaches for your wine glass. Without breaking the eye contact between you, you hold the glass to your lips and take a strong sip. When you put the glass down again, another drop glitters on your full lips. You take your lower lip between your teeth, suck on it. Bucky watches your every move and his lips slowly curl. The evening suddenly promises to be so much more interesting than with his mother’s...

Bucky puts his big, rough hand on your knee. Slowly he wanders up, under the skirt along your leg. Each of your movements is watched by him, trying to guess how far you are ready to go. You pull yourself together so as not to let anything show, but you shudder at every new millimetre of soft skin he touches. Where does Bucky's sudden courage come from? You don't care. This whole unbelievable situation is too exciting.

His fingertips stroke the edge of your panties and you bite the inside of your cheek. If he would have his fingers stroked further to your centre, he could feel how wet you have become through his gaze, his voice, his touch alone.

"Can I get you another drink?" The suddenly appearing waiter makes you both flinches. He discreetly looks you both in the eye and skilfully ignores Bucky's hand under your skirt. Whereby a hand under a skirt is still not a scandal for him... Bucky clears his throat and leans back a little, but he doesn't pull out his hand. He enjoys your warm and soft skin too much. "Do you want to enjoy the drinks somewhere else?"

You put your hand on his, only the thin fabric of the dress separates you. "Very much gladly.

Bucky grins at the waiter: "Thank you. But we're happy." You briefly think about what the waiter might think of you, but you quickly push the thought away. Nobody knows you except Pepper and Tony and why should it bother you, whatever some stranger thinks of you? Bucky briefly presses your thigh before pulling out his hand under your skirt. You slip off your stool and Bucky put his arm around your hip, his hand lies deep on your back.

At his side you cross the room, his big figure shields you from everything. The elevator takes you up one or maybe two floors. In the elevator Bucky pushes his hand back under your skirt, but this time he puts his hand on your buttock. His rough palm triggers goose bumps and you snuggle closer to Bucky, attracting his body heat.

On Bucky's floor, he leads you straight to his private room without releasing his hand from your ass.

His private space doesn't surprise you - clear lines, few personal items, but lots of books, notes and newspapers. But you don't have much time to look around. The door falls into the lock and Bucky presses you against it. His metal hand finds your other butt cheek, he kneads your soft cheek and squeezes against you. Your hands lie around his neck, pushing his head down towards you. Your lips meet, your tongues look for each other, dance with each other. Breathing heavily, Bucky interrupts the kiss, his lips wander across your cheek, up to your ear.

"What did they pay you for", his voice is deep and triggers a tingling sensation in you. The heat that develops between you makes you almost not understand the content of the question: "Please what? "Sam and Steve. What did they pay you? Slowly the content of the question seeps through your foggy brain. Of course, you had already heard something about Sam and Steve. Together with Bucky they often form the centre of Pepper's stories. But why should you pay for anything? Bucky's carnal finger wanders over your hip, strokes along the waistband of your string, down to your centre. You draw in the air sharply as his finger strokes over your lips, moisture and heat spreading.

"What is your price? Shocked, you open your eyes. Price! You, your price! Finally, you understand it. Bucky thinks you'd spend time with him for money. In short, you have the desire to push him away from you, how could he possibly believe that you are being paid? His finger slides between your lips and you suppress a moan. Fuck it. Then in his eyes you will just get paid for it. "Don't worry about it, sweetie. Better tell me what you want...', your hands wander across his muscular chest. The idea of getting paid for this, satisfying Bucky's desire and your own, only creates more moisture in your midst.

Bucky growls. Steve and Sam have really outdone themselves. As Bucky thinks, his other hand wanders over your hip. He chops his thumb under the waistband of your briefs and pulls it down. You wiggle your legs and the slip slides to the floor. His hands are back on your ass, stroking along the plane between your two buttocks. "On all fours, butt in the air."

You're shuddering. This man had a thing for your ass. "Take off your dress," Bucky orders and takes a step back. You come loose from the door, your legs slightly wobbly, but you try to cover it with circling hips. The spaghetti straps are pulled from your shoulders and the delicate fabric falls down your curves to your feet. Just as you're about to bend down to open the buckles of the high heels, Bucky stands behind you, his two big hands on your hips. "Keep your shoes on", Bucky's warm and cold hand brushing your hips up and down, the contrast a sensation on your soft skin. "Now on the bed. Show me your sweet ass."

You crawl into the middle of the bed, the cool and silky linen and your hands and knees. "Legs wide apart." You follow his instructions and spread your legs further, your ass and vagina in the air. Before you can analyse the whole situation any further, Bucky's long fingers are already further on your lips, his cold hand resting on one of your buttocks. His rough fingertips rub over your lips, pinching just before his fingers dip between them. He only wanders over your cave for a short time, but that already elicits a whimper from you.

As if in a visual word, he withdraws, apparently completely unimpressed by your seesawing buttocks. Something rustles and you hear several layers of cloth falling on the floor. Just when you want to turn your head to watch the beautiful man over your shoulder, you feel the contrast of his two hands on your hips again. But you can't concentrate on this feeling for long. Bucky, now kneeling behind you, between your legs, rubs his erect penis over your buttocks before taking it in his hand. With its tip, it rubs over your lips, distributing your moisture and its pre-ejaculate on its shaft. Just feeling his length between your labia tells you how thick and long his best piece is.

Finally, his head finds your entrance, slowly he presses against it. You want to push yourself towards him, but his hands on your hips deny you any movement. With a strong push he penetrates you, your inside torn apart by his hard tail. He fills you like none of your lovers - or one of your special toys. Its shaft is velvety soft, and you think you can feel every single protruding vein.

Bucky gasps. You enclose him so wonderfully tight and damp that he fears not to hold out much longer. For so long he had renounced this sensation. He lets himself slide out again, until only his tip rests in you, before he pushes hard into you again. Again, and again he withdraws so far back, only to push back into you with unchanged power. His rhythm is ruthless, coarse and bossy - just as you secretly hoped. Not reminiscent anymore of the shy man from the bar.

The muscles in your arms get stiffer and stiffer and before they give way under the weight of your body, Bucky wraps his arm around your belly. With a jerk he pulls you up, your back lies on his strong chest. Your hand lies on his cheek, turning his head to your face. Your lips greedily seek his, your tongue strokes over his soft lips, into his so sinful mouth.

Meanwhile, Bucky has mercilessly continued his rhythm. But now, with the changed angle, his penis rubs exactly over the one special spot in your innermost. Every new push makes you tremble, trembling the orgasm builds up inside you. Your legs start to twitch, and you moan in Bucky's mouth, no longer able to express yourself differently. Buck's cool fingers find your sensitive button, it pinches, rubs and with another push you fall into your climax. You want to shout Bucky's name with ecstasy that everyone in this huge building can share in your climax, but there's nothing more coming out of your mouth than a throaty groan. Your innermost is cramping around Bucky, sucking him deep into you. He can't delay his own climax any longer and with a push and a grunt he discharges his hot juice deep inside you.

Breathing heavily, you lie leaning against Bucky. Your juices mix and run warm along the inside of your legs. But nothing could interest you less at this moment. Bucky's human hand gently strokes the sticky hair from your face before he withdraws from you. You whimper disappointed, but Bucky again embraces your centre and this time he pulls you down under the silky lacquer.

F.R.I.D.A.Y.S. beep wakes you from your comforting post-sex coma. Nestled to Bucky's chest and completely trapped in his body heat, you need a moment to understand the whole situation. "What is it, F.R.I.D.A.Y.?" Bucky's voice is nothing more than a sluggish sigh. "Mrs Potts asks if they know where their cousin is," the IA replies. Bucky lips stroke your hair before he buries his face in it. "How should I know where her damn cousin is?" His voice has a slightly annoyed undertone, but your soft body and delicate smell distract him far too much to be angry. "Mr. Rogers and Mr. Wilson said they left the party together." Bucky's body stiffens, but before he can reply, you answer: "Tell Pepper I'm already in my room. I'll talk to her again tomorrow morning." "I'd love to."

Bucky blinks irritated. Did he just really understand you correctly? He moves a little away from you, but not too far, just far enough to look you in the eye. On your lips is a cheeky little smile as Bucky looks at you questioningly. "You are...", Bucky begins, but must clear his throat, because he doesn't know what to say about it. "Pepper's cousin? Yes," you answer Bucky's unasked question. You can't prevent your grin from getting wider. "That means... You became...", again Bucky cannot formulate the question to the end. His big brain is apparently still not supplied with enough blood. Under the blanket, your cute fingers draw circles over his stomach, and you giggle: "No, I wasn't paid either. Neither from Steve nor from Sam."

Bucky swallows hard, his shame written on his face: "Then you're not... either?" Your giggling makes butterflies fly again in Bucky. You stretch a little, let your lips float over Bucky's.

"No. I'm not. I was just incredibly gagging for you..."

 ~ Fin ~

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Fraxus fake Boyfriend AU part 1/?

So it’s Fraxus day, but this isn’t finished yet so I decided to split it up. Here’s part one folks! (it’s a modern au)

"No Freed, you can't hack your father's bank account. The feds will get you and then I will be tragically best friend-less."

"No, you don't get it", Freed says and on the grainy computer screen, Laxus can see him shake his head. "If I go to jail, it'll probably be in Crocus, which means you can actually visit me instead of videocalling me at stupid o'clock in the morning. Also orange is an excellent colour on me."

A quick glance at the lower corner of his screen and a bit of mental math tells Laxus that it's indeed way too early in the morning for Freed to even consider to talk to him. "Justine it's three in the morning there, why are you even awake?"

Although it's hard to tell with the awful videoquality, Laxus thinks he can see the other man pout. "Talking to my bestie, duh", Freed replies and bashes his eyelashes obnoxiously, drawing a huff of laughter out of Laxus. "What are you, a fifteen year old schoolgirl? The lack of sleep is clearly getting to your head."

Smoothly ignoring Laxus' criticism of his horrendous sleeping habits, Freed continues the earlier topic. "Speaking of besties, made any friends yet?" Groaning, Laxus rolls his eyes. "My roommate is an actual nutjob and I don't know why I'm fond of him. He introduced me to his absolute bitch of a friend and I think I like her even more", he confesses and the pixelated image of Freed gives him a smug smirk. "It's because you like to be bullied, Laxus dearest. You won't say it, so I'll say it for you : bottom rights baby."

"I hate you and if you were here I'd smack you", he half-heartedly threatens and Freed replies "Kinky" without missing a beat. While the two of them are engaged in a staring match without actually being able to make out each other's eyes in the blur of colours on the screen, Bickslow throws open Laxus' bedroom door and yells: "Time to hide your porn blondie, it's time for reallife interaction with actual human beings!"

On instinct, Laxus does click away and as soon as the connection with Freed breaks he sees it fit to pout like a child. Their schedules matching (or one of them not sleeping for a day) and their wifi allowing them to see each other is a ridiculously difficult situation to stumble upon and now he's wasted his chance. Bickslow looks at least apologetic. Laxus was going to forgive him, until he opened his godforsaken mouth. "Dang man, the porn that good?"

"I hate you too", he says without clarifying to Bickslow who the other despised person is. He doesn't seem to mind as he plucks Laxus' computer from his bed, plops it down the nearby desk and sits himself down right in front of Laxus, legs in lotus position and bouncing with way too much energy. "I had a great idea", he announces and Laxus immediately doubts him.

"You see Ever and I, we thought you were a bit lonely and it might heal your soul to... Nah, scratch all of that, Ever and I were really fucking bored and we thought : Hey, let's set our absolute bestie up on a date! So here we are. Get dressed, you're going on a date."

"I can't", he says and desperately tries to come up with a reason. Uni work won't fool them, because they know that he's actually a good student, other activities won't work either because he's a social recluse and not even Makarov can save him because for some reason, the little shits he calls friends are all buddy-buddy with his grandpa.

"My boyfriend would hate it", he continues, cheeks colouring. It's because of the lying, not because he can only come up with one boyfriend-candidate in his mind. The statement is bland and straight to the point, which makes his words sound all the more true. Of course, Bickslow doesn't even buy a little bit of it. "Prove it", he demands.

While mentally apologising to Freed, Laxus digs up his contact information and futily tries to call him. After the third time trying, Bickslow looks even less convinced, which is an impressive feat considering he didn't believe Laxus from the beginning. Sighing, he goes to their chat instead and unlike their usual nonsense, he finds a sweet (?) message from Freed.

Damn, the wifi is really fucking with us huh? Wish we could talk more and I wish I could see your pretty face instead of a black screen and some smudges of colour here. X from the most beautiful man you know."

'Conceited brat', he thinks fondly and replies: Cymbeline (Act 3, Scene 4) Line 35-39, but replace 'slander' with 'you bitch'. They've adopted this weird system where Freed uses slang and Laxus literary references, just to meet each other's vibes somewhat. Sometimes it works, most of the times it really doesn't, but at least it's fun.

"Bro have you forgotten about my entire existence already? Stop smiling at your phone and admit that you don't have a mans!" Wordlessly, Laxus passes his phone to Bickslow who gasps. "Book quotes? Shit man, you're in deep. I'm gonna tell Ever." Without a warning, Bickslow disappears through the window, probably giving Evergreen her twentieth heart attack of this month by landing on her balcony. If the school thought a floor would seperate girls and boys, then they clearly hadn't met Bickslow.

Too late Laxus realises that Bicks has taken his phone with him and hopes his friends somewhat value his privacy and don't scroll too far up. There are the occassional way too deep talks around midnight but also a one time onceler x barry b benson bdsm roleplay (Freed had needed help with a creative writing assignment and Laxus had contributed a whole lot of nothing).

Barely five minutes later, Evergreen marches right into his bedroom, heels clicking snappily on his floor. "What", she spits and waves with his phone, "is this?"

"My cellphone."

Unperturbed, she continues her dramatic rant. "You have a boyfriend and you don't bother telling us?" Her tone turns sly and she elegantly flops down on his bed, rearranging her body to give herself a 'stern posture'. She looks like an irod rod trying to do yoga. "Or are you just making things up? Feel free to prove me wrong by showing us what he looks like."

"Why would I bring my photoalbums to uni?" he asks dumbfounded and Ever looks at him as though he just came down from Mars. "Laxus, honey, snapchat is a thing? Email if you're oldfashioned? Where are your boyfriend's nudes?"

"You're in a relationship."

"With a great guy who loves and trusts me and knows I ain't gonna cheat on him. Show me the dickpicks." Annoyed, he gives her a little shove. "I don't have any, I'm used to him being around. He's on another continent now and I just recently realised that all my memorabilias are at home."

"Convenient", Ever remarks dryly and Laxus sighs deeply and stretches out his hand. After she dumped his phone in it, he sends Freed a message ('Bro send me a pic of u ppl wanna know u exist') and shows it to both of his friends. "There."

Surprisingly fast, he gets a message back. 'No. The paparazzi and the FBI agent assigned to me will have to try harder than that to get a hold of ME (why is this man so ridiculous).' He shows it to Ever and Bicks and the former uses this opportunity to snatch his phone, typing a response before Laxus can properly register what's happening. "Hi I'm Laxus friend and I don't believe you're his boyfriend. Send a thirst trap to prove you exist. Or nudes", she reads aloud. Bickslow guffaws at that and Laxus sighs, resigning himself to face the consequences of his actions. What he does not expect however, is for Freed to send a picture back.

It's an awful photo of high school-aged Freed, complete with braces and a very unnatural smile. He's gangly, thin and looks like the walking embodiment of an awkward teen. 'This is a nude, as my soul has never been as bare as in this one picture', the caption reads and Ever laughs. "You know what, he passes the test." She purses her lips. "For now at least, I'm going to need more concrete evidence of this being an existing human being, because everyone can pluck a photo from the internet. Anyway, you're way too late for your date, so you get off easy Laxus."

After brushing nonexistent dirt from her skirt she opens her arms for Bickslow. "Take me home, spiderman", she orders and he gives her a salute. "Roger madame!" he yells before plucking Ever from the floor and leaping over the balcony railing. Their trust in each other is remarkable, but Laxus does think they're weirdos.

The very next day, Ever once again bursts through his door and Laxus mentally curses because he hasn't had the chance to discuss this whole thing with Freed yet. "Laxus", she says, voice dead-serious. "Evergreen.", he greets back as she half-crawls under the covers of his bed. "It's fucking cold", she clarifies before opening her laptop. That seemingly insignificant action makes Laxus weary, as Ever is holding her rickety laptop that's for illegal purposes only.

"I reverse searched that pic of your boyfriend and before I tell you the results, I'd like to know how exactly you met him."

He recognises her nosiness for what it really is (worry) and with a sigh, he gives her the sparknotes version of their history.

"We lived in the same town and we became friends because both of our fathers were absolute shit. They were friends so we became friends. At age thirteen he moved to Alakitasia and we reconnected because we matched on that stupid tinder profile you guys made me."

"Are you sure you weren't catfished?"

"Yup, because we skype regularly."

"Okay. Then certainly you're aware that he's a billionaire? Like, the heir to Justine Industries, the biggest technologie giant at the moment?"

He tries to see the whole situation from her perspective and has to admit that 'I have a boyfriend overseas, who's also a billionaire', sounds a bit too over the top to be true. "Yep, his pa's job is the reason he moved. I know this whole situation sounds like a huge lie to stop you guys' antics (probably because it is), but I swear it's true (it really isn't)."

"Okay then", she mumbles before putting her feet into Laxus' lap. The audicity of this woman, he thinks as he does absolutely nothing to move her. "I'm sorry for the whole 'setting you up' thing, it was rude of us. We just wanted you to have someone, you know? Because you deserve it and we can also see that you kind of want it and we wanted to help. We were too overzealous."

Ah, what a festive feeling brews in his chest. Nothing like a bucket of guilt to get your morning refreshment. The worst part is that Evergreen isn't even done yet with her sentimental speech. "Also, you get really happy whenever your man sends you a message, so all in all I'm glad our big plans didn't work out. I'm still going to be weary of  his actual existence until I meet him, I hope you don't mind." He shakes his head. "Nah, be weary all you want."  

After dropping Evergreen off at her boyfriend's, he rushes to his room to send Freed a message to update him on his situation (he even uses the actual sms-system instead of the internet, which is crazy expensive but he's in a bit of a panic). Unlike most of the time, Freed responds quickly. Laxus wonders why his wifi is absolute shit if he's rich enough to pay for intercontinential messaging. An agonising five minutes pass as the speech bubble ominously keeps showing that the other is typing. When it finally shows up, all it reads is :

"Lol"

"That's all you have to say?" he furiously types back, but before he can hit send, he gets another message. "Whatever man, I'll be the hottest boyfriend ever." After that, it's radio silence again.

The silence between them is broken a few days later. Laxus is trying to enjoy his lunch while Bickslow and Evergreen bicker over something or other, when his phone pings. Little gremlins that they are, they've already looked at the message as soon as it pops up. They read the godawful collection of words "Send me a pic of your feet" before he does.

"Romance at its finest", Bickslow dryly jokes and Evergreen turns to him with big worried eyes. "You're sure he's not a catfish? Or is this what you consider a raunchy picture?" Laxus would answer if he knew what the fuck is happening. Another message appears :  "With measuring tapes surrounding them, not in a weird, gross, fifty year old with a feet kink kind of way. I want to spoil my boyfriend (with my father's creditcard)."

"Aw how sweet, he's committing crimes for ya", Bickslow croons and Laxus grumbles. "I'm not about to give him anymore excuses to commit theft.", he says while typing "Absolutely not." At the other side of the table Evergreen collects her phone from her bag and opens Instagram. After looking for and finding Freed's profile, she sends him a selfie with Laxus and Bickslow in the background and adds a thoughtful message detailing Laxus' feet. "Honey, you need shoes that fit you. No stores have your size and if your insanely rich boyfriend's dad can involuntarily provide, why not take the chance?"

A few days later, the shoes do arrive. They're the most comfortable pair Laxus has ever owned and there's no obnoxious trademarked name smacked on it. He thanks Freed, but asks him to please not do something along those lines again. Knowing full well that Freed himself would never be financially bothered by it, he still feels guilty. Freed apologises (he really shouldn't, he's been nothing but an angel while Laxus is being bothersome) and drops the matter.

"Where are you rn?" The message feels somewhat ominous, but Laxus ignores his gutfeeling that tells him that today is going to be weird. "The western outside food court of Crocus' uni, why?" The response that he gets is a simple :  " :) ". Like a dumbass, he decides to not question it.

While he's chilling out, head resting on his crossed arms, he hears an unusual amount of chattering. Although he and his friends had chosen this place because of how little people came here, it seems like that peace is now gone. Rest in peace, piece. Vibrating bothersomely, his phone grabs his attention. "Got ya another present!" Brows furrowing, Laxus reads the new incoming message : "Kids and their phones these days. Look up darling !"

[discoursecatharsis]

i'm a bit out of the loop, everyone says how shitty of a human onision is there like a full list/explanation of all his crimes/shitty behavior? i already know he had a relationship with a minor so yikes

Ooh boy, it’s A Lot. He’s had a relationship with at least two minors, actually.

This person did a timeline of his abusive behavior, there’s a google doc linked in this tweet.

https://twitter.com/OnionUnprivated/status/1185209032648396800

The doc is over 100 pages though, so I’ll try to summarize as well to make it a bit shorter (though it’s still gonna be long so it’s going under a “read more”).

The tl;dr:

Basically he treated his first wife like crap, and was very creepy towards his wife’s younger sister. Divorced his wife for a 17 year old when he was ~25. Dated another women in her 20s during a break-up with this 17 year old but she caught onto his manipulative behavior quickly and dumped him after 3 weeks. He got back with the 17 (now 18) year old but they break up for good a little later. Soon after, he enters a relationship with ANOTHER 17-year-old (his current spouse, named Kai). Kai identified as a woman at the time and went by the name Lainey, but now is a transguy and goes by he/him pronouns. When Onision is 31 and Kai is 22, they enter a polyamorous relationship with an 18 year old girl.They treat her like crap, and she eventually breaks up with them. There were other girls (in their late-teens or early 20s) who came close to being in a relationship with them after that. During this time, Kai had a 16 year old “friend” who lived with them, Kai had power of attorney over her because she didn’t have a good home life. That girl has recently come forward with allegations that Greg and Kai began a sexual relationship with her shortly after she turned 18 last year, and that Kai was inappropriate with her while she was still underage. Basically they groomed her to be a third person in their relationship. Other Youtubers have come to support her and bring awareness to it to get Onision off of Youtube, some of Onision’s ex’s have come out of the woodwork with their stories, and even Chris Hansen has gotten involved.

Now onto the full list of his shitty behavior.

cw: descriptions of abusive behavior, including sexual abuse

Let’s start with his first wife, Skye:

They met in high school. I believe they’re either the same age or he’s a year older. They got married shortly after they graduated high school because he was in the military.

Onision (whose real name is Greg) left the military and started Youtube and Skye joined him in making videos together.

During their marriage, Skye said that Greg would shame her for not wearing shorts under her skirt, said that would lead to her being raped. He also insulted her for having long hair (said it made her look “Amish”). She also said that he wouldn’t let her hang out with friends or family because that’s less time/attention she’s spending with/giving him. That THEY were abusive for taking her away from her husband. He also had possession of the one phone in the house, so she shouldn’t call her family easily. He wouldn’t allow her to have a full-time job because he wanted her help making videos for the Youtube channel.

A few years into their marriage, Greg started talking to a 16 year old fan name Shiloh. They became friends and talked on Skype for hours a day. Skye begins to feel depressed.

One day out of the blue, Greg presented divorce papers to Skye and said he was leaving her for Shiloh. She was in tears, obviously upset,and he made her sign some “divorce contract.”

Skye eventually is able to visit her family, where she immediately breaks down and tells them what happened. Her sister helps her collect her things from Greg’s home. The “divorce contract” she signed was later thrown out in court because it was signed under duress.

After they divorce, Skye rightfully demands alimony. The courts grant her this. For YEARS after though, Greg emails her, complaining and begging her to bring a stop to the payments. He even threatens to take his life at one point. She ignores him and he continued paying (though with complaints and accusing her of being equivalent to a slave owner and a lot of other dumb crap).

While that was going on, there were also some incidents with Skye’s younger sister, Alicia.

Alicia alleges that when she was 15 and Greg was 18, she got drunk and Greg tried to kiss her. She dodged him and walked away to a friend. For years though, Greg had told a story in videos that she tired to kiss HIM and he acted like he was so noble for dodging HER kiss.

After divorcing Skye, Greg emailed Alicia constantly asking her to film videos together. Very clearly coming onto her though and wanting to hook up. He got so bad, she eventually lied to him and told him she was leaving the country so that he’d leave her alone and stop messaging her.

She had taken some boudoir (nude) photos that Onision searched out and found online. He saved them to his computer and showed these photos to at least two future girlfriends and admitted to pleasuring himself to the photos. Alicia was understandably creeped out by this when she found out.

Now back to that 16-year-old, Shiloh

She’s 17 at this point. Onision is about 25. She thought she had just been speaking to Onision as friends, so she was blindsided when he showed her divorce papers over Skype and said “I’m leaving my wife for you.”

She’s from Canada and was a pretty successful up-and-coming pop star up there at the time. She’s in the states for a show or something, and he drives to meet her. He goes to her hotel and they immediately have sex, she said that he didn’t even give her time to say “hey how was your trip?”

They enter a relationship quickly. There’s a lot that happens, as Shiloh has recently reappeared online and given her side of events. Basically, like Skye, he also isolated her from family and friends. Made her drop her singing career to help with his Youtube channel.

She said that Greg is very sexual and they would be intimate a lot. She said they’d have sex multiple times a day and that he’s very rough. He would hurt her during these times, and since this was her first sexual relationship, she didn’t realize that it wasn’t normal, and apparently he never checked in on her or never asked her if she was okay with the things they did. One time during sex, he stopped, took her to the bathroom and shaved her head without her consent, called her some degrading names, and then continued. She found this very humiliating and de-feminizing.

She has a seizure one day and loses a bit of her memory. She’s frightened and doesn’t know where she is. Instead of calling 911 for an ambulance, Onision films it and uploads it to his channel.

She has another breakdown at some point and ends up in the mental ward of a hospital. He doesn’t come to get her, her mom does. She went back to him for some reason.

She gets pregnant and suffers a miscarriage. The fetus never passed though, and she gets sepsis a few weeks later. Greg never cared, straight-up told her that he wasn’t going to pay for the medical bills. She goes home to Canada to get medical treatment, and her mom takes her passport to prevent her from going back to him.

She’s bullied online by Onision’s fans and disappears from the internet for years afterwards. She’s only recently begun to have a singing career again.

Next is a woman named Adrienne:

First, she wrote a letter about everything she went through if you want to read it, it’s a doozy but I’ll summarize it in bullet points cause it’s long. https://onisiondrama.tumblr.com/letter

This relationship happened during/in-between one of Greg’s break-ups with Shiloh.

Adrienne is in her 20s, closer to Greg’s age, maybe just a year younger. Also a fan of his that starts talking to him. He expresses interests in her and they start dating.

Long story short, Adrienne eventually realizes that Greg is crazy obsessive. He gets annoyed if she doesn’t answer his Skype calls or if she hangs out with friends too much.

She agrees to meet him in person anyway. He flies down to her state, and again just like with Shiloh, immediately initiates sex as soon as they get into the hotel room. There are questions of if he forced himself on her, because she said “no, no, no” but he continued. He even came in her when she said not too, and bought her plan B the next day.

He was very adamant about her moving in with him. He pressured her into quitting her job and re-homing her pets, which she was hesitant about. She agrees though and moves in with him.

Moves in very briefly though, as he throws a tantrum because she wasn’t paying attention to him or something. She catches on to his controlling behavior and leaves and breaks up with him for good.

He goes onto his Youtube channel and slanders her, and also leaves like 13 voice mails on her phone while she was at work.

All of this happened in the span of like 3 weeks, mind you.

Many believe the reason this relationship was so short-lived is because, with Adrienne being older, she didn’t fall for his abusive, manipulative tactics as easily and had more knowledge and confidence to leave him before things got bad. Notice this is the only relationship Greg enters where the partner is NOT in their teens at the start.

Next up is Laineybot/Kai, also now his accomplice in these crimes. Just this year, Kai came out of trans and uses he/him pronouns now. But when Kai first entered the picture, he went by the name Lainey (with the Youtube channel/name Laineybot) with she/her pronouns. During his transition, he also identified as nonbinary at one point and went by they/them pronouns. So excuse me if I make any mistakes and accidentally misgender at times when referring to Kai in past incidents.

Onision started talking to and dating Kai when he was 17. Like his other relationships, Kai was a fan of his. Kai’s family didn’t approve of their relationship.

Kai graduated high school and his parents sent him to college to live in a dorm… or so they thought. Kai went behind their backs and moved in with Greg (who had moved down to Kai’s state).

Shortly after Kai turned 18, they got married in court. Kai moved up to Greg’s state with him.

Kai got pregnant very soon after. They have two kids now. With the second pregnancy, Kai said that Greg wasn’t very enthusiastic and I believe Kai drove himself to the hospital when he was in labor. Some husband Greg is.

Greg also would get into frequent fights on Twitter with Kai. Example: Kai once made a tweet talking about a fun memory he had with his mom. Greg jumped in to say “your mom also did (bad thing) to you.” Kai told him to stop and he didn’t. In the public eye on twitter, so damn childish to shame your spouse’s parents and not stop when asked.

Kai is also complicit in grooming allegations that I haven’t gotten to yet. So Kai is just as bad if not worse than Greg, but also a victim of his too too. I personally believe he wouldn’t be like this if he had never met Greg. It’s too late now though.

Next in line is Billie. When Kai was still trying to figure out his identity and was switching between identifying as a woman and non-binary (and still going by Lainey at this time), Kai expressed wanting a girlfriend, which Greg supported. In comes a girl named Billie.

Billie is a newly 18-year-old Instagram model. Onision is 31 at this point and Kai is 22.

Basically Billie started as a girlfriend for Kai, but Greg weaseled his way into their relationship.

It was really gross how Greg would talk about how “beautiful” it was for “two women to make love” too (keep in mind, Kai’s experiencing dysphoria and has doubts about identifying as a women at this point, so I’m sure that’s nice to hear from your husband /s). He has this clear obsession with threesomes and polyamorous relationships, specifically f/m/f. It’s obvious that the dude just wants a harem of attractive women at his beck-and-call and doesn’t really care about his spouse exploring their sexuality.

Lots of ups and downs with Billie. Basically I think they had an agreement that they would only do intimate things together with all 3 of them. But at one point Kai leaves to run errands or visit family or something and Greg and Billie sleep together. Kai is furious but blames Billie instead of, y’know, his husband, as if it doesn’t take two to tango.

They blamed Billie a lot for being a homewrecker. Never blamed the much older responsible adult Greg, no, they blame the 18 year old.

Greg almost leaves Kai for Billie. Kai is pregnant with their 2nd kid at this point, and Greg literally almost signs over his kids to leave Kai for an 18 year old. Billie had enough though and left for good.

Billie smoked weed and Greg didn’t like that and shamed her for it. Apparently Billie smoking weed betrayed Greg and Kai’s trust, and Greg wanted Billie to be punished for it by… being tied up in his basement (”because it’d be hot” he said), shaving her head, and getting a tattoo as an “apology.” She declined and he shamed her for it.

Another reason Billie left them is because Greg wouldn’t allow her to see her family when she wanted. Greg tried to justify this by saying “Lainey only sees her family twice a year.” Another example of how isolating he is.

After breaking up for good, Billie called Greg “the worst person I’ve ever met,” Greg went on twitter and revealed very personal information about Billie, something an ex did to her. Billie was distraught as you can imagine, that her personal info was made public for all of twitter.

Next is Sarah. Sarah is the victim of the grooming accusations. She’s the person who first came out with all this a couple months ago and got the ball rolling.

Sarah was 14 when she started talking to Kai (who was going Lainey at the time). Just a fan who reached out and they became friends.

Sarah didn’t have a good home life, and expressed this to Kai. Kai invited Sarah to live with him and Greg. She accepted the invited and Sarah moved in with them. Her mom signed over “power of attorney” to Kai (so that Kai could take her to a doctor and stuff). Sarah was 16 at this time.

Sarah was around during the relationship with Billie, just to help with the timeline.

Outwardly Sarah appeared to just be friends with Greg and Kai, but recently she revealed things were not on Just Friend levels.

Sarah alleges that she and Kai would cuddle in bed together. Kai also spoke to Sarah sexually too, like telling her about how Greg was like in bed. As a 22-year-old, you do NOT discuss that stuff with your 16-year-old friend, that’s so inappropriate.

The biggest allegation: while she was still underage, Sarah and Kai  exchanged nudes. THIS is where the possible criminal charges come in, because Kai very well could go to jail for possession of child porn.

Greg was always cruel to Sarah when she was 16/17. It’s clear in videos when they had outings to like a trampoline/gymnastics place that he would bully her. He says that he treats teenagers badly so that they “won’t like him like that” but it’s really freakin’ weird. As an adult, you should be able to interact with teens WITHOUT bullying them “so they don’t fall in love with you” (? or something) wtf?? If a teen expresses interest in you, you shut that down, it’s not that hard, you don’t have to bully them and make them hate you.

When things were going south with Billie, Sarah said that at one point Greg said to Kai “why don’t we just wait for Sarah (to turn 18)?”

Sarah says that after she turned 18, they did start being sexual with her. Onision is 33 and Kai is 24 at that point. The three of them were watching a movie one night, when Sarah looked over and saw Greg and Kai having sex. Greg asked Sarah to join them, and she did because she felt pressured. 

They continued being sexual with her. She and Greg were intimate together, just the two of them at one point when Kai was out of town.

Sarah released a screenshot of a conversation between Greg and Kai where they were arguing over Sarah’s virginity (it’s so gross ugh)

The allegations first came out much earlier this year, from a friend of Billie’s who witnessed Sarah’s interactions in the home and felt something wasn’t right. Greg forced Sarah to release a video statement saying that the allegations were bogus and that Kai is innocent. That was back in like January or February. Recently Sarah released a “blooper” of her filming that statement where she was crying and saying she hated that she had to do this as more evidence that she was forced, along with texts of Greg instructing her on what to say.

Sarah hasn’t released much more details than that, but it’s clear that they groomed her so that they could engage in a sexual relationship with her as soon as they were legally able too.

And that only covers the major people in Onision’s life. There were other teenagers  also. To put it shortly, there were girls who were mainly texting Kai, almost like Kai was luring them in as “candidates” to be the 3rd person in their relationship. Lots of teenagers (mostly 17-19 year olds, maybe one 20 year old) that Kai more-or-less led on into being a relationship with just him, only for the teens to be blindsided with “btw, Greg gets in on the relationship too.” And Greg did indeed worm his way in, either through DMs or physically. Very skeevy. One of these people named Regina also exchanged nudes with Kai when they were underage. I believe they’re pursuing legal charges for that. Sarah said there are other girls who were never made public also. Greg may not be able to be charged with any crimes here, as he’s always very careful to skirt the law.

Outside of relationship troubles, he’s just a shitty, greedy person.

He treats his pets badly. A former friend took his guinea pigs because he wasn’t taking proper care of them. They get new dogs as if they’re fashion accessories.

Apparently he’s an awful father too and Kai does most of the parenting. People in their life have said that Greg doesn’t even talk to his youngest kid because she can’t speak back to him… she’s freakin’ TWO. She’s a toddler, ofc she can’t talk, how do you expect them to learn to talk if you don’t talk to them?

He’s very money-hungry. Youtube’s adpocalypse really did a number on them, but they were living WAY above their means. Had this mansion of a house, a second house that he used for filming, two teslas, and lots of expensive crap. They had to “downgrade” to a slightly smaller mansion and self the second house and sell the teslas (he recently bought another one though). During this time, he basically guilt-tripped his audience for not giving him money, said that fans who didn’t pledge to his Patreon weren’t “true fans.”

Dude is a really shitty person all around. He’s had this coming and I really hope this is finally his downfall. I first heard of him during the Shiloh incident and a little into his marriage to Kai, then he dropped off my radar until the Billie incident and I was like “how is this guy still around and still allowed to treat people like this?!” and have been following this train wreck ever since.

[housewarningparty]

Amerikate + neon lights

this one’s really long but fuck it you’re my favorite person in the whole world i love you so much

22. Neon lights at 1.30am

As birthday bashes go, it’s not Kate’s most extravagant. 

Her dad rented out an entire banquet hall for her sweet sixteen — celebrity chef catering, half her school showing up along with a half dozen C-list celebrities. It feels absurd to think back on it, like something that had happened in another life, to another girl.

Thinking of her dad is something she does less and less these days, but she can’t help but glance at her phone, at the conspicuous lack of birthday messages from him. Susan had texted at least — sent a little gif of two kittens hugging (nice) and venmo’d her at least two months rent (nicer). 

“Hey,” America’s voice is uncharacteristically light, she bumps her shoulder into Kate’s to jolt her out of her own head. “No frowning allowed inside La Taqueria Fantastica. They’ve got a sign up and everything, you can get kicked out for that.”

She points at a printed 8” x 11” sheet of paper taped up on the wall over the salsa bar.

“That won’t work on me anymore,” Kate rolls her eyes, smiling anyway, which is annoying because America looks predictably smug about it. “I’ve been here long enough to learn to read at least a little bit of Spanish. That’s just this month’s menudo specials.”

America grins wolfishly and sprawls back into the corner of their side of the booth, legs falling open a little as she reaches lazily for the horchata they’ve been sharing. “Can’t blame a girl for trying.” 

“I can’t believe this place is still open,” Kate says, glancing around the bustling restaurant, packed with taco-loving drunks despite the late hour, the fine drizzle of uncommon mist blanketing the streets outside.

“New York’s not the only city that never sleeps,” America teases, kicking Kate’s leg lightly with the side of her shoe.

The thought of home makes Kate’s heart ache, she can’t help it. The older she gets the more weirdly melancholy she feels on her birthdays — and it’s been harder out here, without her friends, without Clint, without the familiar sights and sounds of the city that had raised her. “Guess not, huh?”

America pauses, studies Kate’s face and sees something that evidently makes her frown and then she’s sitting up, leaning in with her arm over the back of the booth, the sleeve of her jacket brushing Kate’s bare shoulders. “What’s up? I didn’t drop in with your whole crew, take you out dancing for hours and then drag you to the best taqueria you’ve never heard of just to see you thinking this much on your birthday.”

“Me? Think? Since when?” Kate tries to deflect, pitifully unsuccessful judging from the exasperated eye roll it earns her from America.

“Okay,” America sighs dramatically and reaches over, grabbing the last half-eaten taco off Kate’s tray without asking. She shoves it in her mouth unceremoniously and urges Kate up out of the booth with insistent hands on her shoulder, guides her out of the restaurant with a hand on the small of Kate’s back, hot even through her clothes.

It’s colder outside, and damp, but it’s quieter and Kate finds her breath a little easier to take, her mind a little less cluttered for the space from the crowd. Trust America to know what she needed before Kate really put it together for herself.

“What’s up? Really,” America asks, the most serious she’s been all night, brows drawn low, a good superhero quality brood coming on.

God, Kate wishes her taste wasn’t so predictable.

“It’s just…”

America looks so good out here, bathed in the flashing red and green neon lights of the taqueria. Her hair is still mussed from all the dancing they’d done in the club, eyes hooded, lips pursed in that sulky little pout she gets when she’s trying to tell Kate something without using her words. She’s rarely this beseeching, usually preferring to tell Kate to get over herself or else distract her out of a funk.

It had been such a nice night, Kate feels kind of foolish for being this aimlessly despondent about it. America had portal’d into Kate’s apartment this morning with Billy, Teddy and David in tow and a cake on top of everything — even if it had those stupid joke candles that wouldn’t blow out. And they’d spent the whole day together, Kate showing her friends around all her favorite local haunts. They’d only split up after the club, the boys going home to get some rest while Kate took America up on her offer of a late night food run.

And yet, here Kate is, brooding in the rain on her birthday like some kind of… Clint.

She misses him suddenly, fiercely, wishes that their Skype call earlier had been longer, had been her and him on the couch in his apartment, Lucky between them and an episode of Dog Cops on TV in the background.

Had been what her life was a few years ago, basically, when everything made sense.

America’s hand is cupping her elbow, urging her hand gently away from where she’d been furiously kneading her temples. She’s a little shocked to find her eyes wet, decides to blame it on the late hour and the alcohol from earlier.

“Do you ever feel like… like you have a good life and you like what you’re doing for yourself and it should just be good, you know it is good, but it just feels like… nothing fits? Like you’re in the right place at the wrong time?”

America’s quiet for a long moment, unspeakably beautiful in the cast off light. She rolls her shoulders, pushes a restless hand through her thick, curly hair and sighs out into the night. “Yeah.”

And she has. Of course she has, because if there’s anyone Kate knows that would understand what it feels like not to fit anywhere it’d be America. The feeling rushes through America’s veins with every pump of her heart, keeps her kicking through dimensions, slipping in and out of Kate’s life like a sewing needle; piercing her and stitching her back together in turns.

It’s a moment of poignant realization of shared loneliness, of the terrifying amount of power America’s presence carries, of the kind of vulnerability they’d both usually do anything to avoid but feels inexplicably, intensely right tonight.

So, of course it’s ruined when an unspeakably loud, monstrously huge pickup truck drives by, idles at the red light across from them blasting the loudest reggaeton Kate’s ever heard in her life.

She cracks, collapsing forward into America’s arms. America who doesn’t even rock with Kate’s impact, steady and sure, just wraps her arms around Kate more tightly, dips her head to rest into Kate’s shoulder and laughs with her. 

She’s so tall, Kate always forgets until they’re touching like this. She’s warm and solid and she smells like sweat, and being pressed this close together reminds Kate of dancing with her earlier. America’s hands had been sinfully low on her hips then, not innocently framing her shoulder blades, the laugh she’d breathed into Kate’s ear on the dancefloor had been darker, the look in her eyes hungrier.

Though not by much, Kate thinks, pulling back to meet America’s gaze.

“You wanna talk about it more?” America offers, not loosening her grip on Kate in the slightest.

“Nah,” Kate shakes her head. America frowns and Kate amends, “Not right now, anyway.”

“Okay,” America nods. “You wanna go home?”

“Nope,” Kate says. She keeps her eyes locked on America’s, leans in a little closer. Licks her lips just to lay it on extra thick and is rewarded when America swallows, lets her hands slide lower, fingers drifting to the small of Kate’s back — definitely skirting the line of just friendly, now.

America shifts a little, darts her gaze away for a moment before returning it.

Kate waits. She’s not the most patient of her friends, not by a longshot, but she can outlast America, this much she’s sure of.

“Oh, fuck it,” America says, bare seconds later, proving Kate right again, and leans in. She presses a swift, firm kiss to Kate’s lips, no less full of intent for its brevity. “That?”

“Mmm, that,” Kate agrees and leans up to kiss her again, tangling her hands in America’s long, damp hair.

It’s good, as first kisses go. A little mellow, Kate chalks that up to the mood the night has taken, but she finds she likes it. It feels good to just lean in and kiss someone who already knows her this well, who already feels this comfortable. And then America’s tongue tentatively brushes her bottom lip and the air between them sparks. Kate gasps into America’s mouth a little, she can’t help it, and leans up on her toes and—- Christ.

“You okay?” America asks, voice gratifyingly rough, as she catches Kate’s weight against her body. “I mean, I know I’m good but I’ve never actually made a girl’s knees give out. Not from a kiss, anyway.”

“Oh, do not get that cocky with me yet, you definitely have not earned it,” Kate warns and then winces. “These heels are killing me.”

America leans back further, lets her gaze cast slowly down Kate’s body, past the edge of her skirt, down her legs to the monster heels she’d worn out because they make her calves look insane. “Yeah, ouch.”

“If only there was someone nearby who could, y’know, save me. Someone with… uncommon strength. And perhaps an ability to get between places quickly. A superhero, even.”

“You cannot be serious.”

“Well, it is my birthday.”

America heaves a put upon sigh, but she leans down, scooping Kate up into a bridal style carry so sudden it sends her squealing, just for a moment. “You really are a princess, Princess.”

“Less than you’d think, actually,” Kate says, wrapping her arms around America’s neck and leaning up to whisper, low. “Take me home and get me out of these things and I’ll show you.”

The stomach-dropping feeling of falling through one of America’s portals is worth it for that stunned, eager look on her face.

[redcopperdove]

Upset For No Good REASON

It was my birthday.

Woke at 6:30. 

“whelp, I guess it’s my birthday. Fuck I woke up late.”

Meets up with friend/coworker at their house. She walks out the door and says that they “hate everything”, then they catch themselves adding “everything except you, because it’s your birthday.” 

The day is starting off great. Ready to quit the day and go back to sleep.

7:15 to 1:15 is work. 

Binge listening to podcasts and random music to have the day not pass so slowly. There is only a handful of people at the warehouse, all trying to work and get thru the day. 

It about 30min before we all clock out for the day. My friend tells everyone it’s my birthday and they all sing me happy birthday.

“aww, thanks guys.” I guess that was sweet. Feeling less shitty about it being my birthday. 

Head home after work with my friend and they say “I think we should leave for dinner at 5:30. So Chris have time to relax after work.”

“yeah, that’s fine. I’m excited for dinner. Where are we going?” This is going to be part of the day that I’m going to enjoy. I love trying different foods, especially sweets. 

“A Mexican restaurant. If you want to go somewhere different we can.”

“No, i haven’t had Mexican food in a long bit. I want to see the if the salsa roja is good or not. A good sauce makes you cry and asking for more.”

-----

My dumb brain made an appointment with a new psychiatrist on my birthday for 4pm. 

Please, don’t be shitty. Please don’t be shitty.

The assistant calls 5 minutes before the video call and well my tone changed real quick when I was told that the appoint would be an extra 100 dollars. Was not expecting that considering I thought I already paid for the consultation. 

Fast forward and it’s almost 5. Pissed off and ready to give up. It feels like I’m not being listened to and I’m sounding like a jerk. 

“I would like to focus on my ADD because that seems to be the source of my anxiety. I can’t finish tasks and emotions are hard because they come at me too fast and I can’t seem to sort them out.”

“We should focus on the anxiety first and than sometime later we can go back to the ADD once your anxiety is better managed.”

But how can you focus on one if it’s directly related to the other. Damn her face is so easy to read. Yeah, I get that you don’t agree how my current/primary psychiatrist is doing things. I get that that you don’t think I should be taking certain medication. But, FUCK! i actually can tell you what I’m mad about right now and before I wouldn’t even know how to express that. 

Why, do I feel like I shouldn’t be trusted?

Am i making the wrong choices?

Who should I being listening to?

“Look I’m mad because you are telling one thing and they are teling me another. I am paying for medication that you are telling to stop taking and this appointment was 200+. I’m not upset because about the medication change and the reasoning behind that, I’m upset because it is costing me alot of money and that stresses me out.”

“You have to choose what you want. I would like to see you in two weeks. Its your choice to stop the medication or not.”

I guess I’m going to see them in two weeks. 

----

Dinner was the best thing that could happen.

Like so good that describing the food is not a thing I can do. It reminded me of LA and my friend gave me snacks as my birthday gift. 

For some reason explaining that moment in detail isn’t something I can do, but it made me happy. 

I guess my birthday wasn’t that bad. Who me mad at food and snacks?

----

“Hey, skype call at 8:30 with me and mami?”

“Didn’t we have one yesterday?”

Umm, no we had one on your birthday a day ago.

Oh, right. Yeah, 8:30 is fine.

Okay, see you than.

8:30 and it seems like they forgot.

Called my mom asking if we are still video chatting.

“so...are we stilling doing skype?’

“oh, nena. I forgot. I’ll be ready in a bit.”

Sister is in a bad mood and Mom seems a little bit involved with something else. 

Fuck, this sucks. I don’t want to lead this conversation. 

Mom sings happy birthday and my sister doesn’t. Why does that detail matter so much? Its not that important. 

Awkward small talk and silince. YAY

“okay, well this was fun.”

“you can say stuff too you know.”

yup not in the mood. My mom tries to save the conversation. Is only kinda successful. 

Finally end the call.

---

Tried texting my sister for help about a purchase of something I want. 

She’s still in a bad mood and I’m so done.

What am I doing wrong? Why are the little moments annoying me so much? I’m mad that she didn’t focus on me on my birthday? How fucking stupid.

Crying. 

Feeling like because we already did the video chat, already kinda celebrated on her birthday that it wasn’t something we should do on mine. I know I was in a bad mood, but I wanted that to change with seeing my family. I’m asking to much.

She was stressed and so was I. So why am i expecting her to try to make face to make me happy. So, I’m selfish. Thats cool. 

Cry some more feeling like my choices and wants are useless. That I want things that are not really attainable or is it I get a version of it that I’m not satisfied with. 

Hard to make choices because the consequences might be something thats negative, something I could’t account for.

Hard to want things because it feels like I want too much and I’m not worth the energy. 

----

“Yeah, but you hate your birthday.”

Thats true, but was I really did try not to. it might have seemed like I didn’t try, but I did. 

I think what I want and what I get are sometimes so different that I just get upset that my ideal want wasn’t achieved. 

I should still appreciate what the good moments, even if the annoying moments are invading those thoughts. 

Being upset for no good reason.

It was my birthday. And I’m sad and mad that my sister was upset with her day and couldn’t be happy with me. I’m mad that I can’t seem to know what I want my medication to do. Confused that the things that I want seem to have check-list of worry and doubt so I end up not getting anything. 

Crying in bed, eating Carne Asada Fries, and drinking agua fresca.  

[todaydreambelieversfic]

chapter 4

Heavenly!  That’s the way Blaine could describe the current scene.  Lounging out by the pool naked with his gorgeous boyfriend.  The soreness had faded from the waxings they had endured, and now they were relaxing after they showered and thoroughly cleaned themselves.  Blaine had to admit that the aftermath of the waxing was totally worth it if it meant that his boyfriend’s beautiful skin was even more smooth and sensitive than usual.  

He had been caressing him all morning.  He allowed his mind to take him back to this morning when he was using a loofah to cleanse his boyfriend’s back, but the sponge was quickly abandoned when Kurt slid his hands down Blaine’s wet, soapy back and firmly squeezed his ass.  Blaine immediately found Kurt’s lips with his own and then moved his own mouth down, down to Kurt’s luscious, fully erect dick, engulfing it while he looked at Kurt, his head falling back against the shower stall wall as he cried for Blaine to never stop what he was doing.  He even dared to allow his tongue to venture, first to Kurt’s ball sac and then further, further in between his boyfriend’s legs as his fingers slid in between his cheeks, teasing playfully as Kurt cried out in orgasmic bliss.  

“Well, damn.  I wanted to keep going,” Blaine boldly said with a wink.

“Thank you,” Kurt laughed playfully as he picked up the showerhead and sprayed the creamy mess from the shower walls.  “But the articles I read said you need to wait a little while after you irrigate because liquid could seep out, and it’s supposed to be really unsexy.  Besides, I like what you just did. A lot,” he said hoarsely like his voice was as wrecked as he was from what had just transpired.  

“I liked it too.  You’re perfect.  I love touching you,” Blaine said as he washed his face with his own loofah.  

“I love it too, but it’s kinda unfair,” Kurt pouted.  “Because someone is cleaning himself now before I could make him dirty, like he just did to me,” Kurt pulled the loofa from Blaine’s hands and kissed him dirtily before dropping to his knees and returning the favor.

And now, they were both lying on the lounge chairs, hair relaxed and unstyled so they could both pull and tug it as they made out under the sun when the urge struck them.  They had the whole weekend to explore and study one another and how to make each other fall apart.  The worst part about it was that Kurt was irresistible like this, and yet, he insisted that they stick to their timetable. 

They actually made a plan that the poolside was the perfect place for their explorations, as the water was right there and the whole area was surrounded by a fence and landscape that blocked any nosy neighbors from seeing what they were getting up to.  They had Katy Perry blasting from the sound system to drown out any noise from their neighbors or noise that they made.  Kurt was a screamer, although Kurt assured him that when he climaxed, all the dogs joined in with the howl that he made.  Blaine had argued that he was not that bad until Kurt recorded him and the resounding dogs in the background.  Kurt- one.  Blaine-zero.  Although, he realized that he got a hell of an orgasm out of it so they both kinda won.  

Kurt sighed happily as Blaine sat down behind him on the chair and started rubbing his bare back with sunscreen.  “You’re starting to pinken.”

“Yeah.  It’s not fair.  Some of us get a gorgeously tan and others turn into lobsters after being in the sun for two whole minutes.  We might need to rethink this.  I’d hate to get a sunburn on my ass,” Kurt chuckled.

“As would I.  Although, I promise to kiss it all better.  Besides, it couldn’t be as red as it was last night.”

Kurt sat up straight as Blaine massaged the cream into his upper back.  “I should cut you off for that.  Were you trying to torture me, or did you actually get joy from hearing me scream like that.  Your neighbors probably thought I was rehearsing to replace Linda Blair in the Exorcist.” “I normally take pleasure in making you scream, especially when you demand me not to stop and those pretty eyes of yours roll up.  I thought I’ve heard every expletive that existed after walking in on Jeff and Nick that time in our room, but you put them to shame.  My baby has a dirty,” he kissed Kurt on the neck, “dirty-” he kissed him behind the ear and then whispered, “mouth.”

“Which is exactly how you like it, as this next foray into exploration will prove.  I’d say it’s about to get A LOT dirtier,” Kurt teased, licking his lips as he swung around toward Blaine and pushed him back in the chair and straddled him, lowering his body on top of Blaine’s and kissing him messily as the music continued to play.  

“Don’t tease me, Kurt,” Blaine panted, as his hands tangled into Kurt’s already unruly hair as Kurt started grinding against him.  

“I don’t intend to tease at all,” Kurt purred, taking both of their lengths in his hand.  

“Oh hell yes,” Blaine cried out.  This night was going to be perfect, just the two of them, no distractions, no limitations, no regrets.  Just love and hot, hot sex.  

Cooper Anderson was excited.  It had been months since he had been back to Ohio, but now, he was finally free, and he had some amazing news to share. He knew that Blaine was going to be home this weekend.  His mom had told him earlier when they talked on the phone.  He knew Kurt would most likely be there as well, since his mom told him that they had practically been joined at the hip all summer.  

Kurt seemed like a great guy, at least from what he saw when he had visited Blaine back in the spring.  He had called him the most handsome man in America, and then he even listened to him and gave him advice when Blaine was angry at him.  They had even skyped a few times, the three of them, because Cooper wasn’t able to travel now with his current gig.  He had a new pilot that he had been cast for, and he needed advice.  He was supposed to play a gay life guard, and he needed to do some research.  The best way to do that was to talk to his two favorite gays and maybe even spend time in their pool, goofing around and practicing his life-saving skills.  

He let the door slam behind him as he dropped his bag on the living room floor (He could do that since his mom wasn’t home) and yelled out loud.  “Blainey?  Kurt?  You guys around here somewhere?”  He chuckled when he heard “Teenage Dream blaring from the pool house stereo system.  “He still loves his Katy.  He’ll crap his pants when he sees the autograph I got for him,” he said to no one as he grabbed a glass from the cabinet and poured a glass of lemon berry tea.  Kurt was definitely here.  Blaine had told him that it was Kurt’s favorite beverage.  Actually, he knew more about Kurt than he did his own brother because Blaine never stopped talking about him.  He was quite jealous of Blaine, really.  To be so young and already be so in love with someone.  It was sweet.  

He sat his glass in the sink and slid the glass door open and closed it behind him.  He rounded the corner and was halfway to the pool’s gate when he heard something.  A scream.

Oh god!  Was one of them hurt? Was it a pool emergency?  He could practice his life-saving skills right now.  He yanked his shirt over his head and dropped it to the ground as he dashed  to the gate and quickly unlatched it, letting it slam closed behind him.  His eyes darted around quickly as he searched the water to see if one of the boys was in danger when he froze in place.  

“Oh god, yes.  Blaine!  Yes!  Just like that!” Kurt was lying on his stomach on a chaise lounge chair, his ass elevated up higher than the rest of his body and his brother was perched on his knees, which were resting on a lounge cushion and Blaine was on the ground behind him, although he really couldn’t see him because Kurt was blocking his view. A very naked Kurt, who hadn’t seemed to notice that he and Blaine were no longer alone.  

“Blaine, what the hell are you two  doi-?  Cooper froze in mid-sentence when Blaine’s head shot up right above Kurt’s ass.  Something slipped off his tongue as he started to speak.  

“Coop, what the hell?” Blaine yelled as Kurt practically fell off the lounge chair and scrambled to get something, anything to cover his naked body with.  He attempted to grab a cushion, which Blaine’s knee was still on, and jerked it harshly, causing Blaine to lose his balance and fall forward clumsily onto the lounge chair. 

Coop quickly threw a robe that had been sitting on a chair at his brother.  “Apparently, I'm not doing anything half as exciting as you too.  I’m not even going to ask about what I think I just saw.”

“You wouldn’t have saw anything if I knew you were coming.  What are you doing in Ohio?” Blaine questioned as he straightened himself, his hand perched on his side as he did when he was thoroughly annoyed.

“Dress first, then yell at me!” Cooper demanded, alerting Blaine to the fact that he was in fact, standing there in front of his brother still stark naked.  Kurt struggled to hold the cushion in place as he reached with his other hand for his robe that was lying on the other lounge chair.  

“Cooper, a little privacy please,” Kurt squealed as he attempted to put on the robe with one hand while he tried to conceal himself with the cushion.  His attempt was unsuccessful as the cushion slipped from his hand as he fought to get his arm in the sleeve, flashing Cooper, who for some reason, was still standing there like a voyeur.  

“COOP, GEEZ!  GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE AND LET US GET DECENT!”

“Uh, yeah.  Sure thing, Squirt.  Although Kurt seemed to think what you were doing felt more than decent, judging by his banshee screams,” Cooper replied cheekily as he turned around and exited the gate.  “You two get dressed and come to the living room.  We should chat.”

This was a nightmare.  Cooper wasn’t supposed to be here this weekend.  Noone was, except him and Kurt.  They had major plans, which were now ruined.  What was worse is that his brother thought that they should talk about what he just saw them doing. What was he planning?  Blackmail?  Blabbing to his parents?  He wouldn’t put it past his brother.  He sighed heavily as he tied the belt of his robe around his waist.  “Kurt, you ok?” he called out to his boyfriend who had fled to the poolhouse.  He cracked the door open and saw Kurt hunkered down on the couch, his knees up and his head resting on them.  His body was shaking.

“Hell no, I’m not ok.  Your brother just walked in on us when your tongue was in my ass,” he replied, his head hunched down between his knees.  “I’m never coming out of here.”

“Hey, I said that same thing when I had my thirteenth birthday party here.  It was a pool party, and I just came to terms that I was gay when I saw Gregory in his tight swim trunks.  One of the other guys hollered out, “Hey Woody, where’s Buzz.”  He pointed to my own swim trunks, which were embarrassingly tented.  I ran in here and slammed the door behind me, refusing to come out.  Cooper came in here and we sat on this very couch and just talked.  I came out to him that day.  I seriously thought that memory would be the worst one I’d ever have of this place.  If only that were true,” Blaine blushed, dropping his head down and chuckling lightly.  “Although, it could be worse.”

Kurt’s head shot up and he glared at his boyfriend.  “How in the hell could this be worse?”

“At least it was Coop and not my mom or dad.  Or worse.  It could’ve been your dad.”

“Ok, that would’ve been worse,” Kurt admitted, his cheeks still blood red.  “Do you think he’d tell anybody what he saw?”

“Cooper?  Not on purpose.  But will he probably blab it out in the most embarrassing place possible.  Yep,” Blaine replied, sighing.  He took Kurt’s hand in his own and stroked it lovingly.  “Come on.  Let’s go get this over with.”

“So, are either of  you going to explain what you were doing?” Cooper grinned as he sat down across from his brother on the loveseat.  

“Actually, no.  I don’t care to in the least,” Blaine replied.  “How about you, babe.”

Kurt shook his head.  “Nope.  Not now, not ever.”

“What are you doing home?” Blaine asked as his back rested against the sofa, his knees falling apart.   

  “Squirt, you’re in a robe and I can see your hose.  Care to put it back in the truck there?” Cooper laughed as Blaine looked down in horror and realized that he flashed his brother for a second time in a matter of minutes.  Kurt laughed and crossed his legs tightly to make sure that his boyfriend’s brother didn’t see more of him than he already had earlier.  

“What are you doing here?” Blaine questioned.

“I had good news and a break from my shooting schedule.  I haven’t seen you in a while, and mom said you’d be home," Cooper explained.

“Did it occur to you that I may not be alone?”

“Actually, mom told me that Kurt would be here.  That’s why I didn’t call.  I wanted to surprise you both since Kurt is a fan of mine.”

“Well, you certainly accomplished that goal,” Kurt muttered.  “I’ve never been more surprised in my life.”

“That goes for me too, you know.  I’m not even going to ask what I interrupted,” Cooper replied.

“You already did.  You didn’t get it out of me then, and you aren’t getting it out of me now.”

“Sounds like something Kurt said to you while he was on that lounge chair,” Cooper laughed, almost doubling over on the couch arm.  

Kurt’s cheeks flamed crimson as he buried his head into his boyfriend’s shoulder.  “Used to be a fan.  Now, I’m contemplating all the places in this huge house where I could hide your body,” he muttered under his breath.

“Hide my body?  Seems that thought would be more fitting for the both of you, seeing that I saw you both naked just a few minutes ago.”

“Are you ever going to drop it?” Blaine sighed.

“Don’t need to.  Kurt already did that back by the pool.” Cooper howled with laughter.  

“All the times that you tried to explain why your brother kinda got on your nerves.  I get it now.” Kurt said to his boyfriend. 

“You said you had good news?” Blaine interrupted, trying to change the subject.

“I’m going to be on television!  Like something bigger than a commercial this time,” Cooper gushed, his hands swinging wildly in excitement.  “I got cast in a new pilot. It’s gonna be my first tv show!”

“That’s great!”  Blaine jumped up and rushed over to his big brother and gave him a big hug.  “What’s the show?’

“Squirt, the hose is swinging free again.  God, go get dressed, and then I’ll tell you all about it.”

Both Kurt and Blaine retreated to Blaine’s room and got dressed in something that didn’t lead to a wardrobe malfunction and returned to the living room.  “So tell me about this show,” Blaine coaxed, as he sat back down on the couch. 

“It’s called Guards.  I play a lifeguard.  That’s why I ran out to the pool.  I heard a scream and I figured that one of you was in trouble.  I figured I could get some real-life practice in, and you know, save my brother’s life and all, since I had to go through training and all.  I never actually got to rescue an actual person, although that dummy was fairly lifelike.  She had a nice rack.”

“Coop, so when do you start shooting?” Blaine asked.

“Next week, which is why I wanted to talk to you this weekend before filming began.  I needed to ask you guys something, you know, for research purposes.”

“Research?”  Kurt cocked his head sideways.  “How is talking to us research?”

“Cause my character has to come out in the first episode.  He’s gay and I thought it’d be great to talk to you guys because you both had to do that, even though Blaine says that you didn’t really have to because everybody already knew.”

Kurt glared at Blaine, who scooted away from his boyfriend a little. “You weren’t supposed to blurt that out either, Coop.” Blaine sighed. 

“I wasn’t supposed to see Kurt’s bare ass today either, but things happen,” Cooper chuckled. “Anyway, I need both of your help.  My character, Kip, is like, really comfortable with his gayness around everybody except his parents.  In fact, he’s so comfortable with his sexuality that he’s kinda like a ho and he’s getting buck wild with another guy in the very first episode.  Obviously, I came to the right people to talk to,” Cooper laughed.

Kurt shook his head back and forth. “Oh my god.”

“Yep, Heard you say that earlier too,” Cooper teased.  “So, the coming out part won’t be so bad.  I remember when you came out to me, buddy, and I committed it to memory just in case I ever had to use it for a scene.  But I have to do something else that I’ve never really done before,” Cooper dropped his eyes down so that he was staring at the floor.  

“Which is?”

“Ihavetorimhim,” Coop muttered.

“What?  Kurt asked, glancing at Cooper and then his boyfriend in confusion.

“Rimming!  I HAVE TO pretend to rim him!”  Cooper practically yelled.  “And I’m not really sure what that even is, although I think you two came pretty close to showing me how it was done earlier.  

Blaine bit his lip to try to stifle a laugh, but it came out as half laugh half snort. “Wait, is this porn?”

“It’s not.  It’s all simulated.  They said they won’t show much aside from his naked ass and some thrusting, but my junk will be covered,” Cooper explained.  “Anyway, I figured that you two could help me, since you are obviously experts..”

“Actually, no.  We really aren’t, since you interrupted us, and it was the only time we ever tried, and most likely, the last,” Kurt snarked.

“Wait, the last?” Blaine squeaked.  “But you didn’t even get to do it to me y-” He stopped when he saw Kurt’s bitch glare as he gestured to Cooper, reminding him that his brother was still there.

“So wait, that was the first time?  What was it like?” Cooper inquired.

“It was quite amazing UNTIL we were interrupted by you.  Is that the reason you kept leering?” Kurt questioned.

Cooper nodded. 

“You know that straight couples do it too, right?  You didn’t have to come to us.” Blaine blurted, and then sighed.  

“Well, I did.  I asked a few buddies, but they all said they never tried it.  But one of them said that the gays love that stuff, and it seems like they were right,” Cooper teased, cocking an eyebrow.   

“Well, at least it’s just simulated. Are you just giving, or are you on the receiving end too?” Kurt asked.  Blaine slapped his shoulder, as if to ask why are you asking him this.

“Um, I think I’m just giving, for this episode anyway.  Why?”

“Well, you’re kind of a hairy guy, but many gay guys, especially gay guys prefer the hairless look.  Especially in that area,” Kurt said, grinning at Blaine slyly.

“Yeah, I noticed your ass was smooth.  Blaine glared at Cooper as if to say, what the hell, man.  “Don’t look at me like that.  It was right in my line of sight, and his skin is so freakin pale, that I’d notice if it had hair or not.  Are you just naturally that way?  My own screen partner said his agent said he should schedule a waxing session for his chest and his ass. Do you think that I should get it done too?”

“Definitely!  Blaine smiled wildly.  “The fans would love it.”

“But doesn’t it hurt? I’ve dated a couple of chicks that say it hurts like hell.  Cooper looked concerned.

“Nah.  It wasn’t that bad,” Blaine said, almost biting his lip to stifle a laugh from escaping.  “Was it Kurt?”

“Nope.  Not that bad at all.  Actually, you should bring a friend along to record it.  To show how manly you are.  Blaine could go, for support and all, at least for the chest part.”

“You’d do that buddy?” Cooper asked, perching his chin on his hand.

“Of course.  No problem.  What are brothers for?” Blaine grinned.  

[linyi-is-dreaming]

The Secret Within The Secret - 03

Story: BTS Jimin x Y/N

Summary: From the outside, Y/N’s and Jimin’s relationship seem wonderful and special. But no one around them is noticing that both have a secret and no one is brave enough to tell the other one about it. Waiting and planning on how to do so, makes them pretend to have no secret from each other even though they do. Thoughts and theories circle their minds on regular basis on why the other one acts strangely. Eventually both realize that their relationship is breaking them apart because of the secrets. When Jimin band members know about his secret, they want to help him to tell her. But are they also able to help her to tell him what she is hiding?

CHAPTER 03

“You came to the right room.”, Jimin jokes with a big smile on his face as he sees Y/N in front of his hotel room door. She walks quickly into the room and places the suitcases in the middle of the room. As soon as the suitcases were placed, she puts her arms around his neck to pull him closer before she places some kisses on his lips.

“I missed you!”, Y/N confesses as she opens her eyes to look for his. When their eyes meet, he smiles at her for a second before he places some other kisses on her lips.

“Missed me this much within this a few hours, huh?”, he smirks. The way he said those words makes her laugh between the kisses. Since she talked everything off her soul, it feels like a fresh start in their relationship. Every promise he made after their conversation, he kept. Each single thing he said, he did. Jimin was never too late and if, he called her to let her know. Y/N stopped to mistrust him when she saw that there is nothing to worry about anymore. There was no reason to fight about anything anymore as he gave her no reason to doubt him at all. The longer their share kisses, the hungrier they get for each other. Without even noticing, their hands wander over each other bodies. “Should I make it up to you?”, he asks with a smirk on his face.

“Maybe with the surprise you had planned? I waited for you to tell me this damn surprise for weeks now. Why do you not want to tell me what you planned?” For a moment Jimin thought about how to get out of this situation, but thankfully a knock from the door distracts both of them from their conversation. “Well then, tell me later. I guess...”, Y/N sighs as she takes her suitcases to bring them into another room. Jimin’s eyes follow her body as she walks away until she was around the corner and out of his sight. When she is around the corner, he hears another knocking at the door. Jimin sighs as he starts to think about what he would preferably do if there would have been no disturbance.

“Just a second!”, he says loudly to make sure that the person on the other side of the door heard him. When he opens the door, two people stand in front of him with big mischievous smiles on their faces. To see his band members at his hotel room door surprises him, especially because he did not expect them to come to his room. He told them that Y/N will come to stay in his room and she would arrive sometime in the afternoon today. Therefore, he thought he would stay in his room alone with her. “What are you doing here?”, Jimin asks calmly even though he worries that something might go wrong when they are near her. The whole time he avoided to leave her alone with his band members just to be sure that no one is telling her anything about his plans. Hoseok does not answer Jimin’s question and pushes Jimin lightly to the side to get into his room. Jimin's body follows Hoseok as he continues to walk into the room. Before he can even say another word, Tae follows Hoseok into the hotel room. “Sure. Come in...”, Jimin mumbles unhappily.

“So, before she comes; when we go to Disney World, did you finally decide-”, Jimin intervenes Tae’s words as he pushes his hands against Tae’s mouth quickly. The movement by Jimin makes Tae take a step back as Jimin pushes really hard unexpectedly. The fear that she might have heard ‘Disney World’, makes Jimin nervous. Nervously he looks towards her direction. When he notices that she is not coming forward to ask questions about it, he turns back to Tae.

“Do not be so loud!”, Jimin scolds quietly.

“Let go of him! What has gotten into you?”, Hoseok questions. “You look stressed.”

“Y/N might hear it!”, Jimin whispers as he removes his hand from Tae’s mouth.

“Are you skyping with her?”, Hoseok whispers back.  

“No. No, he does not.”, Y/N answers loudly and clear as she steps closer to them. Hoseok and Tae exchange some looks before they turn to Jimin.  

“Please tell me you did not hear me say what I just said.”, Tae begs whilst he crosses his fingers.

“I did.”, she answers as she steps even closer. “We are going to Disney World?”, Y/N asks cheerfully.

“Thank you, Tae. Now she knows, good job.”, Jimin says annoyed.  

“How was I supposed to know that she is already here, huh?”, Tae asks. Apologetically he looks at her. “I am sorry.  No one told me that are already here. Hi by the way.”

“Hey.”, she greets him before she turns back to Jimin. “So, Disney World is my surprise?” Jimin looks angrily at Tae, almost as he would like to throw him out of the window. “Jimin? Is that the surprise you hid?”

“It is just-”, Jimin starts to say but Hoseok intervenes his words.

“Yes. It was really hard to get the management on his side to let him go to a theme park with you.”

“Really? That took you so long to plan?”

“Yeah. I had to get the okay to fly you here and to let you stay in the same hotel room as me from my management first.”, Jimin lies. “I hope you are not mad that you hear from your surprise like that.”

“No. I am so excited! You know how much I always wanted to go there!” It is obvious that Jimin’s shoulder must have become lighter as his expression changes. “When will we go there?”

“Tonight. I thought we will go later on.”

“Wait, are you telling me that I can finally see the Disney firework? That we are watching the firework together?”

“You sound like a child when you are this happy.”, he jokes.

“Just shut up.”, Y/N says as she hugs him. “Can we go already?”

“There is just a little thing I did not mention.”, Jimin says whilst they loosen the hug. Tae and Hoseok turn to him almost panicky, in fear he might tell her his plan. Hoseok cleans his throat loudly as he looks at Tae. “Look, the thing that you do not know is-”

“I do not think there is more, Jimin.”, Hoseok says with a fake smile on his face.  “Y/N, there is nothing else. Right, Tae?” Tae nods as he would agree with him. “Nothing else. It is only Disney World.”

“You know there is more. Y/N-”

“Jimin. Stop talking.”, Tae begs with his mouth half closed.  Jimin looks annoyed as he sighs at Tae before he turns back her.

“Y/N-”

“Dude!”

“Could you two just shut up for a second.”

“Your choice. Do not blame us afterwards.”, Hoseok says as he puts his hands up.

“What choice? Is there another surprise?”, Y/N intervenes. “Is there more? Disney is already the best surprise!”

“No. There is nothing else. Nothing else at all.”, Hoseok and Tae say at the same time. Confused she looks at them before she looks slowly away from them.

“Okay... I think you know more than I do... So, Jimin. What did you try to say?”, she asks as her eyes go back to Tae and Hoseok until she finishes her sentence.

“I wanted to say that the boys will be coming too, I hope it is alright.”

“Of course, it is.” Laughter escapes her lips as she looks at their faces. “I do not know what is going on, but whatever it is, it is entertaining.”  

“Yeah, well I guess I got to go.”, Tae sighs relieved.

“Me too. We see you later!”, Hoseok notes as they leave their room. Just as Jimin is about to close the door, Hoseok turns back around as he snaps his finger. “Uh, before I forget, Namjoon asks for his USB back which he borrowed you.”

“Tell him that I will bring it back later.”

“I would rather bring it back now. Namjoon meant he needs to save something urgently.” Jimin nods as he walks to his stuff to pick up the USB.

“Is it okay if I leave you alone?”, he asks as he places his palm on her left cheek.

“Sure. I see you in a minute.” He presses a kiss on the opposite cheek which is not covered by his hand. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”, Jimin says as he walks to the door with a big smile on his face. Y/N sat down on the bed whilst her mind wonders about the weird behavior of Tae and Hoseok from before. As she is just about to drift off completely, she can hear a knocking on the door and someone saying repeatedly ‘Jimin’. Y/N becomes curious who it might be and opens the door.

“Oh.”, Jin says awkwardly. “Hello.”

“Hello to you too. What a nice person you are.”, she jokes.

“I expected Jimin to open the door if I am honest.”

“Surprise. It is me instead. Do you want to come in? He will be back any minute.” Jin nods as he walks pass her. As he passes her, she can smell the food that he hid in the bag. The smell is strong and she can feel her stomach is getting upset. She can feel the urge to puke becoming stronger each second.

“Do I smell beef?”, she asks whilst she tries to keep herself calm when she starts to feel her food coming up in her throat slowly.

“Yes. Are you a bloodhound?”, Jin jokes as he opens the bag. The strong smell fills up the room and that is when Y/N feels very sick.

“Excuse me.”, she says quickly as she runs to the bathroom. As soon as she is inside, she shuts the door with a loud bang.

“Are you okay?” Just as he finishes his question, he can hear her throwing up again. “Y/N? Do you feel sick? Did you catch the flu? It does not sound very well...”

“It is just the smell of your food.”, she screams through the door as she turns the water on to wash her face. “Just take a seat, I will be right with you!”

“I just bought the food, there is nothing wrong with it... Do you want me to bring it away?” He can hear the water running but no answer from her. When she opens the door, she sees that Jin is leaning against the door frame. “Are you alright? Do you feel better now?”

“Yeah, yeah. It is just when I smell some kind of specific food it makes me feel the need to throw up. Afterwards, it is fine.”, she explains.

“Sounds as you are pregnant.”, Jin jokes and starts to laugh until he sees that she does not laugh along with him. “It is just a joke.” The fake laugh of hers makes him wonder why she acts this weirdly. Y/N starts to look as she would become paler each second. “Wait. Are you? I mean, are you pregnant?”

“You are right. I am pregnant. I just found out this morning. Do not say any word to Jimin, please!”

“No, not another secret. You have got to tell him! I am done with keeping secrets.”

“I will. Just not tonight.”

“Will you tell him after you throw up before breakfast or whilst you order breakfast?”

“When the time is right, I will let him know.”

“Okay...” For a moment he looks at her suspicious.

“I will tell him.”

“Good. Congratulations by the way.”

“Thank you. I am so excited and that he will bring me to Disney World and... Oh, oh.”

“Oh, oh means what?”

“Can I even drive all the spinning things?”

“How far are you?”

“I do not know. I took five tests before I went to the airport.”

“Five?”

“I really wanted to be sure. I had three at first but then I had to buy two more from another store just be a hundred percent sure that the results are correct. But one of the tests showed five weeks, why?”

“You are crazy.” Jin starts to shake his head. “As far as I know, you can take those rides when you are less than three months pregnant. I am not sure though.”

“Well, less than three months sounds good.”, she says confidently as she walks out of the bathroom.  

“I am not quite sure though...”

“You are mostly right.”

“Good for you but bad for me. I will have to tell the others.” Her eyes dart at him immediately. “I will tell them to shut up but I cannot keep it to myself. Believe me, it is making me nervous already to know another secret.”

“I will let him know, the latest tomorrow. I promise.”

“You will tell him tonight. After the firework or before you leave the theme park...”

“Do you want me to say something like ‘next year we can return with our child’ or what?”

“Sounds good. I like that.”  

“You like what?”, Jimin asks as he comes back into the room. Both almost jump as they hear his voice behind them. “I am sorry. It took longer than what I expected.”, Jimin explains as he puts his arm around her waist to pull her closer.

“Jin brought food in the meantime.”

“I hope you also brought something for her too.”

“No one told me that she is already here.”, Jin says defensive.

“We will share. What are we having?” Jin unpacks the food on the table whilst Y/N tries to keep her stomach as calm as she can.  

💌💌💌

“You did not stop to smile since we have arrived.”, Jimin comments happily as Y/N’s eyes search for their next activity. “I guess Jin lied to me.”

“Jin lied to you? What do you mean?”

“He meant you felt sick before I came back to the room.”

“That is not a lie, but I am doing great.”, she assures. “Let’s take a ride on this one!” She tries to drag Jimin to the next ride but Jimin refuses to walk with her.

“Not now.”

“What?” The disappointment is clear to hear in her words.. “But it looks like so much fun...”

“We can do it afterwards.” Jimin steps in front of her to block her view. “First, we must get to our spot. Otherwise we will not have a good view for the firework.”

“It feels like we had just arrived... Is it already so late?”  

“I know, but let’s hurry.”, he answers before he kisses her lips. “Let’s get a great spot.” As they start to walk towards the planned destination, they see the other band members again. As they are walking to the destination, Y/N keeps on talking with Jungkook about the rides. When Jimin found the perfect spots for them to watch the firework, his friends move suddenly a few steps away from them.  

“Do you really need to film it? Can you guys not enjoy anything without a camera?”, Y/N questions sarcastically as she notices that they are not as close as they just were before.

“You have a partner here, we do not. Let us memorize this moment the way we want to.”, Jungkook answers.

“I did not mean to attack you but do you not want to stay closer to us?” She expected any of them to answer, but she did not expect Jimin to turn her towards the firework by her shoulders as the firework is about to start. “What are you doing?” Jimin walks behind her with his arms around her waist.

“Making sure that you are watching the firework.”

“But why are they not staying closer to us?”

“Let them. It is fine.”, Jimin stutters.

“Why are you stuttering?”

“Huh?”

“Why are your stuttering?”

“Did I?”

“Yes, I would not ask you if you were not.”

“I did not even notice that.”

“Jim-”, her words are interrupted by the firework.  

“Sssh. Just watch.”

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As the firework ends, Jimin’s arms are not around her anymore. Y/N does not notice that Jimin moved until the last firework disappears in the sky. “It was so beautiful!”

“That is true.”, he comments as he knees down on one knee next to her. She turns immediately to him as she wanted to thank him for this beautiful day but Y/N shuts herself down when she sees Jimin on his knee.

“What are you doing?”, Y/N stutters.

“Y/N, we might know each other for so long, but it feels like I know you longer than I actually do.”

“Jimin! What are you doing?”

“Y/N Y/L/N, I wanted to ask you something for a while now.”, he takes a break to clear his throat whilst he takes out the ring. Jimin opens the ring box and shows her the ring. “Will you marry me?” Her heart feels as it would speed up multiple times. Even though her lips move, there is no word coming out. “Sweetheart, this is the moment you should release from the pain of kneeing on the floor.”, Jimin jokes as he sees her struggle by his words. Y/N’s hand is moving up and down from her mouth to her stomach and back.  

“Yes. Yes, I will. Oh my god, yes!”, she says as tears of joy find their escape. “Are you sure? Are you sure that you want to spend the rest of your life with me?”

“I am more than sure. You are so perfect to me. I do not want to miss it, even if it is only for a day.”, he assures as he puts the ring on her. “Fits you perfectly.” When Y/N sees the ring on her finger, she shows her hand to his friends.

“Guys. Look at that! Did you know?”

“Of course.”, Namjoon answers. “Congratulations.”

“Let me see how it looks on you.”, Tae says as he takes her hand to see.  “Yep. Even prettier on your hand.”

“Thank you.” Her body still does not calm down and all of her emotions are through the roof as she tries to become calm unsuccessfully. For whatever reason her eyes move to Jin who gives her a sign, a sign she does not understand right away. “Oh, yeah. There is one thing I need to tell you. An important thing.” Jimin looks up at her as he starts to wonder what she meant to say. “There is a surprise for you too.”

“Finally.”, Jin says a little too loud for everyone to hear. “Do not look at me! I said nothing...”, he scolds the others.

“What do you know?”, Jimin questions as he sees the others freeze. “Wait, do they know? Do they know something I do not, Y/N?” Y/N’s mouth form a little apologetic smile.  

“Well, I wanted to tell you later...”

“What do you mean with later?”

“Well, I wanted to tell you later. I guess, I should tell you later...”

“No! Now.”

“You realize that I will do what you did to me when you mistrusted me? I will ask you a dozen questions if you do not tell me what they already know.”

“Yep. I kind of thought you might want to get back to me for the many questions.”

“So, just say it.”

“Do not forget the sentence with next year!”, Jin tells Y/N.

“I do it my way. Be quiet.”

“In case you do not notice that, I am getting nervous over here.”, Jimin says sarcastically to get her attention.  

“Okay. I only know since this morning but I noticed some symptoms already but I just wanted to be sure before I say anything at all.”

“Okay...”

“Are you ready?” Her voice sounds so careful that it makes Jimin look nervously at his friends who only stand there with a grin on their face.

“Can I even be ready for whatever it is?” Y/N starts to laugh.

“Uhm, I am not sure.”

“Do not play with me. Just say it.”

“Please, just tell him. This poor guy is already nervous as hell.”, Tae commands as he has enough of waiting for her to tell him. Slowly she takes his hands in hers a moment before she looks up at him.

“Just say it. I think I am ready for whatever you are about to hit me with.”

“You do not look ready to me...”

“For the love of god, tell me.”

“Okay. Do not panic.”

“Panic? What did you do?”

“Me? Hey! You were a part of it!”

“We? What did I do?”

“Yes, we. Jimin, I am pregnant.” Jimin says nothing as his eyes look once into her eyes.

“You are what?”, Jimin asks as he leans in. “Say it one more time. I think I misunderstood something.”

“Pregnant. I am pregnant.”

“You should have told me this later.”, Jimin says as he touches his face.

“You wanted me to tell you this you now. Why did you change your mind to later?”

“If we were in the room, I could have ordered alcohol.”

“Honey, I cannot drink alcohol as long as I am pregnant.”

“Not for you. For me. I do not even know how to feel...”

“I guess that is normal... I was shocked as well... We can figure out how to feel about it later, you do not have to do it now. Do you feel excited at least?”

“Excited? I could hug the world right now. I mean, you want to become my wife and we have a little you and me growing in you. I mean, what else could I wish for?”

“Do you think we can finally gratulate them or should we just walk away and leave them alone?”, Jungkook asks Yoongi.

“Congratulations once again!”, Hoseok screams in joy.  

“Now that we know who will be the first father within Bangtan, I wonder who will be next...”, Namjoon wonders. “At least, we know you do not have the flu.”

“That is true.”, Jimin speaks as he pulls her closer for a hug. “But until then, you can play the uncle role and whoever does best, has my blessing to be next.”

“Only then? Then we already know that it will be either Tae or Hoseok...”, Jungkook jokes. His joke has not been taking well by the others as Jin and Yoongi look lightly mad at him.  

“What are you trying to say?”, Yoongi asks.

“Well, you are definitely not that well with kids yet in comparison with them.”

“Watch out. Otherwise you will not even see the light of the day tomorrow.” Jungkook starts to laugh as Yoongi is playing angry.

“What about a godfather?”, Tae asks. “I think I have a chance to become one.”

“I guess we need to talk about it.”, Jimin answers. “With we, I mean without you six.”

“Maybe not.”, Y/N adds. “If we want to dress the baby with trendy clothes from a young age, we know who could dress it trendy clothes. If the baby wants to become a great dancer, we know who could teach it a different dance style than Jimin could. If the baby wants to become smart and open to languages, we know who could help our baby. If the baby wants to become a good cook and wise, we know who would be calm enough to help our baby. If we want it to become athletic, we know who could become its trainer. If it should become a creative person, we know who could do that. Of course, only if we cannot help it.”

“You put us in categories?”, Hoseok wonders. “That is rude.”

“Not exactly.”, she explains. “I think it would be for the best if we would not choose a godfather, I would rather want all of you to be an active part in our baby’s life as you all have something else which will make our child see that life is not black or white. To show our baby that it does not have to become this or that. I hope it will take on a little of all of you and more from me and its father.”

“I agree. If it learns from all of us, I think it can benefit the most.”, Jimin says agreeingly.  

“We are finally done with secrets?”, Namjoon asks as he looks at everyone before his eyes land on Jimin and Y/N. “Any other secret we do not know about yet?”

“Are we?”, Jimin asks Y/N with a smile that shows that he has a new plan on his mind.

“No. As it seems as all of you are so happy about this arrival, I think we should tell nobody the gender until birth.”

“Are you kidding me?”, Tae questions as he cannot believe his ears.

“Why another secret?”, Hosek asks in disbelief.  

“You knew his secret, which no one told me about. You knew my secret which you did not tell Jimin. It is only fair if we have a secret that you six do not know about.”

“Come on!”, Namjoon yells as he sees both of them walking away from them. “Why do you not just tell us?” Y/N and Jimin start to chuckle as their look at each other.

“That is going to be fun!”, Jimin says as he places a kiss on top of her head.

“We should make the room like green or any color that does not show the gender.”, Y/N suggests as they start to walk away.

“Deal.”

“Uhm, guys? We are not done talking!”, Namjoon yells as Jimin continues to walk away with Y/N.

“Oh, this is going to be so much fun.”