#there aint gonna be too much angst in this au

[wangxianficfinder]

Fic finder

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1. Hello! Me again, thanks so much for the past help!! I was wondering if you’d help me one more time? I’ve been searching for another specific fic for the last three weeks and no matter the tag combos I can’t seem to find it. Essentially: it’s a one-shot where WWX is having a sort of flashback into being at the burial mounds and hallucinating lan Wanji and Jiang cheng speaking to him. He reveals some things about the three months in the BM, but in the end it turns out he wasn’t actually at there and they where trying to get him out of being influenced by resentful energy. Also lan suzhi is there at the end to help too. If you could help that’d be amazing! @spacy-thoughts

FOUND! warmth by antebunny (T, 3k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Heavy Angst, lots of mentions of dark stuff, the burial mounds as a sentient evil mountain, Temporary Amnesia, Misunderstandings, Hurt/Comfort, lots of trash fire angst, Mistaken Identity, Whump, Angst with a Happy Ending)

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2. Hello I am looking for a specific fic where WWX and LWJ get into a fight. WWX comes back from needing some to find LWJ crying because he thought they were done after the fight. The rest of the fic is them making up after the fight. I hope I gave you enough info to go on.

It’s Post cannon, hurt/comfort and not in modern setting. Sorry for the vague description.

NOT FOUND! this is me trying by queen_gee (T, 4k, WangXian, Modern AU, Angst with a Happy Ending, Breaking Up & Making Up, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Sad with a Happy Ending, Established Relationship)

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3. Hello!!! For the next fic finder please help me find this two fics:

A) A fix it au in which JFM and YZY has a steady relationship, all I remember is a scene where when the wens(?) attacked Lotus Pier madam yu was preggo and gave birth in the middle of it. I think Bicao or SiSi was the one who helped her gave birth.

B) An au from a k-drama that I forgot the title of in which wwx(not him but I aint gonna spoil) accidentally run over a pregnant mxy that ended up in the death of him and the baby, lwj was the baby daddy and decided to have his revenge.

Thankiee~

-♥️-

3A)

FOUND! Yearning for Miles by Murahi (M, 378k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Angst, Fluff, Slow burn, Mutual Pining, seeing the future)

3B)

FOUND! Lie for Love by sether1n3 (E, 69k, WIP, WangXian, WangYu, implied LWJ/Others & WWX/Others, Modern AU, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, endgame wangxian, Mpreg, NOT OMEGAVERSE, hit and run, WWX Goes to Prison, Hurt WWX, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Depressed WWX, Panic Attacks, Bisexual WWX, Grief/Mourning, Minor Character Death, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Lawyer JC, Not JC Friendly, Bad Sibling JC, Violence, Insecurity, Body Dysphoria, forced seperation, Attempted Sexual Assault, Revenge, Blackmail, Artist WWX, Court, Rich LWJ, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Body Worship, Secret (2013) AU, Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn)

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4. hi! i’m looking for a specific fic on A03; it is a casefic and has got to do with the jin watchtowers, specifically this one by the sea which is haunted by the woman ****SPOILER START**** whose husband was killed by the contractor (for demanding worker rights) and LWJ falls into the sea trying to stop WWX from getting killed, and gets very hurt in the process ****SPOILER END***. It has a lot of sea imagery, and involves all the juniors +JC. @thatficwheretheprotagisadog

FOUND? And I Will Call You Home by Spodumene (E, 42k, WangXian, Case Fic, Post-Canon, Getting Together, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood, Ghosts, Suicide, Explicit Sexual Content, Attempted Sexual Assault, LWJ whump, Original Character Death(s))

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5. hello! I wasn’t sure if this has been asked, and I did try looking but sorry if I missed it! I’m looking for a fic that was a modern setting, wangxian friends with benefits, only it was more like enemies with benefits bc lan zhan was dead set on not catching feelings for him and he hated that he was starting to. i remember that it opened on a sex scene but that was as far as I got! please help!!!

FOUND? Honesty is the Best Policy (Except if You're an Asshole) by piecrust (E, 22k, WangXian, Porn with feelings, College/University)

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6. Hi! I'm looking for a fic where Wei Wuxian wakes up in Lotus Pier after being injured on a nighthunt (?) that he went on with Lan Wangji and he finds out from Jiang Cheng and Jiang Yanli that Lan Wangji has died.

However, we later on find out that Lan Wangji is not actually dead but instead someone sent false letters to Jiang Cheng and Lan Xichen. The letter Jiang Cheng received had said that Lan Wangji had died and the letter Lan Xichen had received had said that Wei Wuxian had died. So somebody purposefully made Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji think that the other was dead.

I believe there was also a part in the fic where some guy at Lotus Pier kept calling Wei Wuxian 'Wei Ying' and Wei Wuxian kept telling him to stop because only Lan Wangji was allowed to call him that but the guy did it again and Wei Wuxian snapped.

Thank you for your help!

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7. I’m looking for a similar story to one somebody asked two fic finders ago but this one has a little twist

Is a fic where JC managed to wish WWX out of existence (I think it was with an array) and JC and LWJ are the only ones who remember WWX, LWJ tries to confront JC about it but JC won’t tell him how he did it, things happen (I think SSC) and JC needs WWX again, so he asks LWJ to help him bring Wei Ying back, they bring him back and so the story continues

FOUND? The Way It Wasn't by KouriArashi (T, 72k, WangXian, XiYao, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fix-It, (eventually haha), Slow Build, Family Feels, Moral Ambiguity, Eventual Happy Ending)

FOUND? Not This Time by Marinelifeclub (M, 93k, WIP, WangXian, SangNing, NieLan, Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Angst, Dark LWJ, Protective LWJ, YLLZ WWX, Resentful WWX, Established Relationship, POV Alternating, Sunshot Campaign, Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Smut, Minor XuanLi, not for jc fans, eventual 3zun, Kid Fic)

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8. I am absolutely boggled trying to find this fic that I *thought* I'd downloaded onto my reader. Was reminded of it recently by another user who was looking. Basically, it's a modern wangxian AU, where WWX reappears after X time gone/cloud hanging over his head bc of something ppl thought he causes and the Jiang sibs who are some sort of celebs (models? actors?) help him (as does LWJ.) I remember a pool scene where all were hanging out & performing normalcy while press were milling about. @thelima

FOUND! so hot out the box (can we pick up the pace) by sami (E, 20k, XiCheng, WangXian, NHS/JZX, QingLi, Modern AU, Enemies to Lovers, Thirsting, Pining, mostly thirst and dick jokes, a little smut)

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9. Hola! Hope you guys are doing well. This request is for the FicFinder.

I don't remember much, but I think WWX was a Lan probably? There was a scene that I remember: during a lecture in Hanshi, LQR was talking about always being prepared or something like that. It was a topic on talismans I think? So Jin Zixun or someone like that said something about talisman being cheap trick and as cultivators, they don't have much use of it or something? Then LQR asked WWX to show how many talisman he carries on him normally (like everytime everywhere) and the later pulls out bundles after bundles of talisman. Then he's says something like : this is the normal I carry with me every moment. If it's a night hunt, I carry much more than this. @utxqia

FOUND! From the Warm Sun by sunshine_sparrow (T, 58k, WangXian, CSSR & WWX, CSSR & LQR, Discussion of Rape, Period-Typical Sexism, Mostly CQL but probably some MDZS too, Cángsè Sǎnrén Lives, Madam Lán Lives, Qingheng-jun lives, But WCZ Still Dies, Fix-It, Happy Ending, All Soft and Very Little Angst, the wens live, Yīn Iron, Good Person MY, Good Person LQR)

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10. I’m looking for a dimension travel fix where Wei Wuxian is a doctor/engineer in his OG modern dimension but his life goes downhill. He gets transported into a dimension a lot like MDZS time, where cultivation exists and the old Wei Whxian was evil and despised. He doesn’t know Lan Wangji, but over time they fall in love. It’s kind of a time-travel/fix-it in one.

FOUND? Transverse by Kytrin, Mslead (E, 192k, WangXian, ChengSang, ZhuiLing, ZhenYi, Canon-Typical Violence, Dimension Travel, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Enemies to Lovers, Transmigration, Past Lives, Canon-Typical Death, Don't worry - he gets better) although im not 100% on that since i havent read it, i just scrolled through the "dimension travel" tag for a few minutes lol

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11. hello, my lieges. once again, i am looking for this fic where wwx rates sex toys and lwj sends him a lot and he's the only one who got five stars. thank you kindly

FOUND! This Ain’t a Stream (It’s a Goddamn Arms Race) by feenwitch (E, 5k, WangXian, Modern AU, Getting Together, Pornstars)

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12. I remember a fic, where post war LWJ is struggling and is accompanied by a a friendly Ghost (aka WWX) or something like that. I’m not exactly sure, but i still know that WWX was dead and LWJ still saw him.

FOUND? asymptotic by chinxe (T, 26k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Burn, Misunderstandings, Pining)

FOUND? The Cruelty of Fate by Procrastination_Sensation (T, 15k, WangXian, Canonical Character Death, Soulmates, Angst with a Happy Ending, Minor NieLan) Or Asymptotic like the previous recs say, though I'd personally lean for asymptotic, since wwx is described as a friendly ghost

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13. Hello! I need help finding a Wangxian fic. It was kinda post cannon and in it A-Yuan got cursed if I’m right and was turned into a toddler. He spend a week like that and Wei Wuxian gets his chance at seeing Yuan being a happy child. That’s all I can remember, any help would be appreciated @casslastheaven

FOUND? The Heart Always Remembers by thelamespaceace (G, 45k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Deaged Sizhui, Hurt/Comfort, Family Feels, Fluff, Angst, They Love Their Son and He Loves Them)

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14. Hi, can you please find the fics that I think at that time I read at AO3.. I'm not remembering much, only the fact that Wei Wuxian already gave his golden core to Jiang Wanyin, and later Nie Mingjue give Wei Wuxian his Saber, Baxia. Since Wei wuxian can actually control Baxia without qi deviation. I've been searching for months now.

FOUND? Lynchpin by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 103k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Time Travel, Fix-It, Lynchpin [PODFIC] by Opalsong, [PODFIC] Lynchpin by Gwogobo)

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15. For the next fic finder, I’m looking for a fic that’s set from a Lan Xichen POV. It’s A/B/O, and he goes to get some paperwork from the Jingshi, only to find a naked omega in his brother’s bed, (Wei Wuxian, though LXC doesn’t know who he is because the author heavily implies this is outsider pov of a time travel fixit) then LWJ comes back. LWJ growls for the first time in LXC’s hearing, who comes to the abrupt realization his brother is terrifying & just didn’t care about growling previously @any-mouse

FOUND! 💖 Disruptions by mondengel (logged in only) (M, 3k, wangxian, ABO, mating cycles/in heat)

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16. Hi! Could you help me finding this fic? In this fic, a-yuan is sick and wen qing said that only cultivation gentry have resource to heal a-yuan. So wwx walk to cloud recesses to beg them heal a-yuan. Lwj meets them (wwx and a-yuan) and he take care wwx while wwx take care of a-yuan. Long story short a-yuan is healthy again and wwx ask lqr and lxc for them to adopt a-yuan but his request refused and instead the lans bring the wen remnant to cloud recesses

There is a quote that make want to read it again. More or less it was like this "in the absence of hanguang-jun, he (a-yuan) is my light".

I have a feeling that fic has been deleted. But i still hold a hope for the reverse. Thank you

FOUND! the kite string and the anchor rope by fleurdeliser (M, 38k, WangXian, Canon Divergence)

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17. Hello! 😊 Please will you help me find this fic? I have vague memories of it being AOB and WWX was at an omega training school(?) but he wasn't very good at it so never expected to be picked? Then LXC comes to find a match for his brother. There's a dance test that wwx messes up but I think LXC found it endearing? Then WWX played the dizi for the talent portion. Not sure if it was a WIP but the last thing I remember was WWX having a private chat with LXC in the school office.

FOUND? Rattling our cages by danegen (E, 69k, WangXian, A/B/O Dynamics, but like polite, Slow Burn, Pining while fucking, so much hair combing, wwx has a vagina, POV WWX, no yin iron or wars or plot really, Canon Era, spiders--see the notes)

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18. Do you know an AU about wei ying being adopted by hualian and then if I can remember lan qiren, yu ziyuan, jiang fengmian, and others went to ghost city together with lan zhan and jiang cheng and then after they came back hualian tasked the other gods to remove their memories of their trip to the ghost city and only lan zhan fully remembers it because he was the so called wife of the prince wuxian?

Hello Fic Finder! In regards with the story that I was asking for help to find which is #42 on your list. I already know the title and author of it but it is already deleted. The title of the story is Crown Prince of Heaven and Ghost City by bluemoonstarlight if you have a copy of it can I ask for a copy because I badly want to read it.

SIMILAR! Crown Prince Hua Wuxian by Bluemoonstarlight (G, 19k, WIP, WangXian, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX, JFM and YZY Bashing, Bad Parents JFM and YZY, JYL Lives, Cultivator JYL, Supportive JYL, Protective JYL, Good Sibling JC, Protective JC, HuaLian Adopt WWX, Canon Divergence, Fantasy, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Sunshot Campaign, Grandpa JW, Grandma MNQ, Abusive JFM, Abusive YZY, Grandma BSSR, BSSR is WWX's Grandparent, WWX is BSSR's Disciple) good news! Bluemoonstarlight has posted a revised version of that story under the title Crown Prince Hua Wuxian. (Whether the revision is to your liking is your call, but at least you’ve got *something*).

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19. Please help me find this fic.

Wangxian are soulmate or engaged i can't remember but wwx wear a mask all his life because there is a prophecy or something that he is supposed to remove after marrying lwj but lwj tell wwx that he should never remove it. Qingheng-Jun is alive and being creepy. Wangxian have a soul bond. Lwj act very distant towards wwx who keep trying to make their relationship work. There is war and wwx adopt twin son a-yuan and a-yi. Wwx returns to cr they pressure him into a ritual to remove resentful energy wwx asks lwj to do it. During ritual he start bleeding and is about to die. When he wake up after lxn scold him and accuse him of hurting lwj they kick him out and forbid him from seeing his children. He goes to yilling and take in mxy and xy. It's a ongoing and very angsty.

there is a scheming lan or jin woman who keep provoking wwx. Jin zixuan is lwj's best friend. There is some secret that everybody knows but don't tell wwx. @anee-choudhary

the-last-d-boy: i think #19 was a deleted story by wangxianist :/

imstillthinkingaboutithmm: #19 is price to pay by wangxianist. It is deleted.

I have a copy of the fic, if it is okay i can share it

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20. hello mods! i am looking for a canon divergence wangxian fic, where lan qiren is evil. he loathes wei ying and wants to hurt (kill?) wei ying. if i remember correctly, he traps wei ying in a room by acting as if he is cursed. wei ying tries to help him but instead he hurts wei ying. lan zhan finds out about what his uncle has done. in the end wangxian end up together and lan qiren is punished by being isolated. i read this fic around feb to march 2022. thank you in advance! :)

hello! i am number 20 in the Jan 26 2023 fic finder. thank you for these evil lan qiren fic details! yes that is the fic i am looking for! hope someone can help me find it :)

Ahh I know #20 on the most recent Fic Finder but I can't recall the name. iirc Lan Qiren lures Wei Wuxian to the Hanshi by saying Sizhui was in trouble. WWX sends LWJ an image of a butterfly, their symbol for LSZ, through their mental link. Hope this helps someone find it!

FOUND! And Be the Moon That Moves Your Tide by Milk_Tea_Fantasy (E, 17k, WangXian, Non-Traditional A/B/O Dynamics, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Omega LWJ, Alpha WWX, Panic Attacks, Pining, Weddings, Praise Kink, caretaking kink, Bathing/Washing, Subspace, Bottom LWJ, Submissive LWJ, Service top WWX, PTSD, Loss of Virginity, Porn with Feelings, Enthusiastic Consent, Begging, Multiple Orgasms, Edging, Crying During Sex, soul bonds, angry wedding planner JC, Nesting, Non-Consensual Touching, it's not sexual don't worry, Intersex Omegas)

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[awanderingmuse-ficrec]

Fractures Series

Fandom: Avatar the Last Airbender

Author: EvieNyx

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Torture, Child Abuse, Strong Language, Violence, Assassination

Word Count: 296,373

Pairings: Kataang

Characters: Zuko, Azula, Iroh, Ozai, The Gaang, Mai, Ty Lee, Aang, Sokka, Toph Beifong, Katara, Suki, Hakoda, Ursa, Lu Ten, Kya, Original Characters

Tags: Fire Lord Zuko, Zuko Angst, Zuko is an Awkward Turtleduck, Ozai Being a Terrible Parent, Ozai is an Asshole, Azula Redemption, Iroh is Confused, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Toph Being Awesome, Badass Mai, Good Friend Ty Lee, The Gaang,  Post-Avatar: The Last Airbender, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, I mean it's Ozai, Hurt Zuko, Angst with a Happy Ending, Zuko had a bad time, But he learned from it, A life-changing field trip with himself, In A Cell, For three years, But now he's ready, To be Fire Lord, And he's actually pretty damn good, And whoa look at this, The people love him?, yeah, they do, too bad the rest of the world doesn't, we'll fix that tho, Zuko's tryin his best, and the world aint having it, but he keeps accidentally finding world leaders, and just bringing them into his group, Oops, the Gaang's gonna be so confused when they show up, it's gonna be great, pims gonna stab someone, keeli just wants zuko to sleep, the readers are a mix of these two vibes, Avatar Aangst

Fractures Zuko realizes his destiny much earlier. As in, as soon as he wakes up in the palace after his Agni Kai and is told he is banished. Unfortunately, he's never been a patient one. So he storms right up to Ozai and tells him what he's going to do. And gets locked up for over three years. Then, one day, he's being pulled out and told he's the new Fire Lord.

A "Zuko never meets the Gaang and suddenly becomes Fire Lord after three years of literal torture" AU. In which the Gaang doesn't know what to think of the new Fire Lord who happens to be the missing nephew of Aang's firebending teacher, Iroh constantly has a headache, and, sure, maybe the world hates the Fire Nation, but the Fire Nation LOVES Zuko, and he can work with that.

[blkkizzat]

Happy Thursday 😊

Omggg i love that idea of reader being engaged maybe to Naoya (ik he nasty but him and his bleached hair and tight black shirt does things to me)

STOPPP THE PTSD I GOT FROM PLUG!CHOSO WAS SO DELICIOUSSSS like fr i need to send you a whole ass book report on how that fic made me see colors i didnt know existed because 😵‍💫 its my weakness when the angst only affects the male character and not the reader HDJSKSKA i been suffer too much in my life to want to read about a fictional me suffered so why not ruin a fictional man's life 🤷‍♀️ that fic came to me at a good time because honestly i was spiraling a bit over some fic i shldnt have read where reader was this pushover who got cheated on (and then threw her virginity to the man who cheated on her 💀)and i had to nope outta there so fast bc that personally aint for me, thats why im saying i looove your bimbo reader and like, she aint takin shit- she causing it 😂

Otaku!Gojo wasn't incel coded to me at all btw, in case i said smth that made you think otherwise 😭 he gen seemed like just his goofy ass self i love him so much. Also semi rare opinion but I like the virgin gojo fics because I really do think as much as gojo is such an extroverted little bug, he really does have his walls up on who he lets in emotionally 🥲 I feel like he might even have some internalized "well im not gonna date or fuck around because i dont want to drag anyone into my ugly world" hsjsjks idk i just feel like he might force himself to be lonely because he takes his responsibility seriously. Aughhhh, especially if he's in love with reader? I feel like man would be in the friendzone for years, be the best man at her wedding, and live and die loving herrrr 😭 im delulu but its just so loverboy gojo to me hehe. Also omg I have so many requests I wanna make before they close but honestly I'm secondhand exhausted from reading all the fics you already got going on LMAO

p.s your about the editor- ummmm excuse me???? YOU'RE SO GODDAMN PRETTY!!!! Like you gen have doe eyes and flawless skin I'm so jelly. Also i love the gloves w the dress 😍. You didn't ask but visually i would ship you with toji 😤 yall would have that bonnie and clyde hitman x bad bitch aesthetic going on !!

🍒 nonnie

🍒 nonny!!!! hi babes you doing good today???

LOL i totally feel you though, i wanna hate naoya so bad and then i be finding myself hate reading naoya x reader fics with a hand in my panties he's such a lil worm tho 😭

LMFAO listen i have that nicki quote in my m.list for a reason. tryna give these men trauma fr 😩. i want them absolutely SICK over us LOL! i totally get that, i hate when its a really well written fic too cause im like damn i wanna read more but i dont wanna be in my bed depressed tomorrow dkhsfliahsd.

but i feel like authors always come out a bit in our work, im definitely bimbo/brat reader. i do not take shit from these dudes irl so im not about to write reader getting cheated on or played unless reader is about to go scorched earth gone girl on their asses lmfao. like entire lives ruined lol.

also omg, yes, yes, yes. i totally agree about gojo. i actually think hes very emotionally stunted in canon, as its suggested by him, geto and sukuna in later chapters that being the strongest comes with isolation so growing up with so much expectations i feel as gojo sees himself as disconnected from others. in AUs i feel like this can manifest in him becoming more isolated. i almost feel like he's an extroverted introvert. that he probably feels more used to being isolated but still feels that need for connection. so yes friendzone for years. omg (not you making me feel bad for this man now lmfao).

You can make more if you want! like idk when im gonna get to everything cause im at the mercy of my adhd but honestly with all the fics i do have and these requests i think im pretty solid until the end of the year lmfaooo.

ALSO OMFGFGFGFGF you gonna make me cry whaaaat. tysm!! i went to a charity auction for my mba program. i work from home and im legit in a bonnet and an anime shirt 80% of the time so when i have the chance to glam up i really like to do that! ALSO WHAT!? GET OUT OF MY BRAIIIIN LOL!! So i thought of this one selfship, that i was going to make into toji x reader that was pretty much bonnie and clyde kinda relationship. but i didnt really know where the fic was going besides us causing general chaos and being super downbad for each other haha.

but omfg tsym for the long beautiful ask you're so sweet omfgbsjdbasdkj id die for you 🍒 anon you da best pookies!

[darth-does-stuff]

ok bit of that sweet sweet info on how they all met

ro and pat met in the 2nd grade

clung to each other like koalas and never let go lmao

people often thought they were dating or had crushes on each other, cause its like that even in elementary school and junior high

(id know sadly) ((people often thought me and one of my friends were dating/had crushes on each other and we werent and it was so annoying))

sometimes,,,especially in 5th grade,,, they just met up with one another and talked about how annoying crushes were,,,

cause like, people were always talking about crushes and how cute and ‘hot’ these people were

and they didnt understand

like, they still dont know the line between attraction and affection

(im not projecting shuddup)

so they just talked about how confusing it was,,,and they bonded over having no crushes, at least none that they knew of

and it was nice cause they could just vent knowing the other would have no judgement

im crying now its pure

ok dee and lo met in 4th grade

cause dee wasnt exactly popular cause of his heterochromia, and some even made fun of his freckles.

little kids can be mean man

and lo was pretty socially awkward

he just wasnt that outgoing, pretty introverted, and just didnt talk to people

cause, honestly? it was scary

so the two kinda bonded over being outcasts, as sad as that sounds

like they just noticed each other avoiding the other kids

and idk they just somehow interacted

and clicked

suddenly they werent lonely anymore

because they had a friend

one that understood them, understood loneliness, and was also a left brain boy-

so yeah its wholesome too

then vee and re met each other in 1st grade

they seemed like an unlikely pair

a chaos monger, even at age 6 (or whatever first grade age is i forgot lmao) and a kid frightened by many things

but remus was actually mindful of virgil’s fear and made him laugh

and virgil pulled remus out of trouble, but also understood him

so they just became friends

stuck up for one another, caused chaos together, and pulled each other out of trouble

jzkfjazfjkajf my heart

as for how each group came together to form one whole crew?

dee and ro met each other in 6th grade with theater club

they became friends due to their inner drama geek

and bonded

and, like people do, introduced their respective friends to each other

so those 4 formed a group

pat, ro, and dee actually bonded rather well, but since lo was never good at social interaction, he felt awkward

so one time in the middle of 6th grade, he just felt like it was all too much and he was just on the outskirts, he sat at a lunch table alone, where the three couldnt see him

re and v just notice this kid eatin lunch alone

like the gremlins they are, plop down and start making conversation

mostly remus, but virgil popped in sometimes

lo was startled, as one would be, but eventually warmed up to them, finding them actually pretty funny, and chaotic just like him

so he came out of his shell even more

eventually the other three find him, questioning as to why he didnt sit with them (more so concerned, not like jealous, because lo usually sits with them and they didnt want him to feel bad)

and lo just kinda mumbles he’ll tell them later

the three notice vee and re and are like ‘huh’

but then lunch bell rings and they gotta go to their respective classes

later lo explains his reasons, they explain that it wasnt the case and they were sorry for making him feel like that, while lo assures him that part of it was his own self’s fault, cause sometimes he overanalyzes stuff

but yeah v and re start slowly integrating themself into their group

and by the end of 6th grade

they were all a group

and you know what happened from there

chaos crew babey

[collegiate-trash]

Nagito of Novoselic AU has been planted into my brain please I’m so desperate for more

Buddy lemme tell you more then cos I feel you ヽ(；▽；)ノ

Fair warning though: Sonia's gender will vary depending on who is talking. So if it's Nagito, Sonia will be a she if talking about his cousin or a he if he pertains to his current.. circumstances. Likewise, Sonia is a she for everyone else. Unless they know the truth 👀

Sonia of Novoselic is certainly different from how her painting portrayed her. Her flaxen hair is more silver than spun gold, and she's certainly more petite than how Yonaga showcased her. Is her chest really that flat? And look at those hips? How is she to carry a son with those?

Hinata isn't too upset about it, but it certainly makes him wonder if the painter scammed him out of a good thing. His courtiers certainly think so as they whisper among themselves the moment Sonia revealed herself.

Nagito is fully aware that it's only through sheer dumb luck that he isn't being dragged away into the dungeons right now. He can feel their stares boring into his very being after all. Sonia is perfection brought to life—whatever possessed him to think he can embody even a smidge of it must have been out of its wits! To say that he is nervous about this whole affair is an understatement. Clearly. He is obviously walking to his death here. Not exactly a fun place to be in aha

And perhaps he looks pathetically pitiful enough, with his twitchy smile and anxious fiddling, that King Hinata himself silences the crowd. If the ground can swallow him now, that will be highly appreciated. But even so, despite the roaring whispers threatening to drown him, he can't help but feel at ease as Hinata ushers him away, sending him to his chambers to await his trial.

'Or, wedding,' a voice that oddly sounds like Sonia chirps in his ear. "Or, wedding..." A fact that makes him more distraught than comforted. Jabberwock may be a progressive kingdom but it clearly still holds on to its beliefs. His earlier fiasco in the court clearly points to that.

He can't help but sink into his knees as he remembers how he pushed a man away when he tried to kiss him. If he'd known it was Hinata in disguise he would have allowed it and saved himself the trouble. Alas. His skittish nature has ruined what he hoped to be a favorable first impression. Now everyone in court knows how horrible he is! And worse, they will think Sonia, his dear beloved Sonia who did nothing wrong, is some sort of uncouth woman who lacks manners and grace...!

If he ends up crying inside this fancy, empty room, no he did not. He most certainly did not mourn his cousin, and he absolutely did not get his heart broken into a thousand shards the moment his world crashed into pieces. Honestly. What is there to cry about? Isn't this what he wanted? Just a few more days—perhaps even hours—and he'll be reunited with his father and mother in the afterlife once more! So really, what is there to be sad about? Aha... ha...

It certainly is a surprise then when Nagito wakes up to a vase filled with black roses the very next day. There have certainly been imitations of Novoselic's royal flowers, but he knew from scent alone that these are the real deal. Yesterday is a disaster. There's no point in denying that, however... His heart can't help but lighten a little at seeing a piece of his hometown in sunny Jabberwock. And if his good mood persists through the day, people certainly notice.

"I assume you enjoyed it then?" Hinata conversely asks during a shared meal together, persistently casual even as Nagito continues to fiddle in silence. "I didn't mean to overwhelm you yesterday..." Honestly. If he knew Sonia's cousin is on his deathbed before her departure, he would have waited for another month or so before taking her in. Just because he tries to emulate his brother's stoic air doesn't mean that he can ignore his more sentimental side. He may not fully understand the pain Sonia is going through right now, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know what it's like to be sent away, potentially seeing your family for the last time. "Things are proceeding quickly, I know, but that doesn't mean that you must bear all of this alone," the king says, voice soft as he remembers Sonia's anguished cries from last night. "We will be spending our years together... I just hope that my wife will find it in her heart to trust me with her woes."

For as wonderful as Hinata's words are, Nagito knows precisely what will happen if he dares to do that. He isn't his wife—he isn't even the person he believes him to be. Yet, despite all that, his lips stretch into a smile. It's fragile and brittle, nothing like the sort he gives Sonia at all. It feels fake on his face, but the way the king looks at him makes himself feel seen for the first time. Ha... Look at him, Sonia... One gesture of kindness and he's already weak in the knees. How pathetic is that.

Later that night, King Hinata finds himself staring at Sonia's portrait once more. Her captured smile is dazzling—picture perfect even. However, try as he might, he can't feel the same sensation as he did earlier when comforting her. Her smile then was wobbly, befitting a child more than a lady, and yet... It's warm. Genuine. Soft in a way this portrait can never hope to imitate... Ugh. He spent one day with her and now he's back to being stupid Hajime. Didn't he learn his lesson already? Pretty faces do nothing but fuck him in the ass, Enoshima taught him that!! Even so... perhaps he misjudged Sonia too soon. He highly doubts the courtiers will ever approve of her, but maybe... Ah, stupid stupid...! Stop thinking! He is a king now. Silly fantasies like romance have no room in his life. He should focus on things that matter, like raising his heir. Yeah! Or, or... ensuring that the kingdom will continue to prosper! Love? Ha! Sonia will give him a son and that's all there is to this union. Nothing more, nothing less... Yes. Nothing more and nothing less, as things should be.

[neokwxn]

My Seventeen Recs

SCOUPS

Game day - @escapewriter - smau

synopsis:  jeonghan was successful in getting you out of bed on a tuesday afternoon. what you thought was going to be a simple lunch that he would pay for, was actually a trick to make you finally go see him and the rest of your friends play their first game of the season. of course, the universe always messes with you so here you were at the nurses office with jeonghan’s teammate, treating your hurt ankle.

genre : smau, college au, slice of life au, fluff, humor, angst, romance with sarcasm as seasoning, etc

warnings : swearing

JEONGHAN

Let's love - @shuajeong - smau

synopsis: You lived your whole life thinking you were one or at least that’s what you were led to believe. You were told from a young age by your parents that your twin died at birth. What happens when you find out your twin is alive, brought up by your ‘aunt’ and ‘uncle’. It becomes crazier when you could’ve met him any time due to your friend group. What about when your best friend’s friend otherwise known as jeonghan, enters your sight and you can’t get him to leave. Suddenly you have two important people to complete you…

JOSHUA

Love on the air - @suhnshinehaos - smau

synopsis: joshua hong wants you to know how he feels about you, but god forbid he actually say it out loud. instead, he settles on the next best thing : dedicating a song to you every week on the campus radio. too bad you’re too dense to actually figure out it’s all for you.

genre(s): non-idol au, university au, childhood friends to ???, so much pining, fluff, a bit of angst, honestly so corny and cheesy just- beware dfghjks

will likely contain : food mentions, swearing

Starstuck - @cupidhaos - smau

synopsis: a university student and a renowned popstar encounter each other by chance one night. she thought that would be the last time they see each other, but fate had other plans

JUN

Walls could talk - @svtskneecaps - smau + written

synopsis: you’re just a high school kid trying to survive your senior year. Seems simple enough. Problem is, you landed a major crush on a good looking transfer student, and unfortunately, the both of you are hiding some abilities that are a bit less than normal, and there’s a ghost you thought you buried in your past that’s rearing his ugly head. So… maybe this won’t be as easy as you were hoping.

genre(s): super power!high school!non-idol au

warnings: abuse, references to suicide, and anxiety as general themes later on

HOSHI

Love hard - @wondernus - smau

WONWOO

To my youth - @viastro - smau

synopsis: in a world where everyone finds out who loves them within a 10 meter radius through the app love alarm, confessing your feelings without the use of the app is no longer considered normal. however, you refuse to download it in hopes that you’ll be able to fall in love without being dependent on love alarm

genre: slice of life!au, fluff, humor, angst

WOOZI

None yet !

DK

None yet !

MINGYU

None yet !

THE8

None yet !

SEUNGKWAN

None yet !

VERNON

None yet !

DINO

None yet !

SEVENTEEN - a mix of members or ot13

Newsflash - @cupidhaos - reader x ??? - smau

synopsis: university life can be hard when you get caught up with the SVT boys

Keep it fruity - @cupidhaos - reader x maknae line - smau

synopsis: what other way to spend your summer but on an orange farm surrounded by cute boys?

Redamancy - @escapewriter - smau

synopsis: your best friend was lucky enough to have two boys pining after her. you on the other hand were unlucky enough to be in love with one of them

genre(s): smau, college au, slice of life au, fluff, humor, romance, i aint gonna lie there be a lot of angst😳 but it be covered with like kwan and chans chaos

warnings: swearing, theres some harsh words in a few chapters

Radio star - @got-svt

synopsis:  when yn accepts a job at her campus’ radio station her first year in uni, she didn’t expect she’d be anonymously singing stressed out university students to sleep. now, a year and a half in, she didn’t expect that there’d be people trying to figure out her identity either.

genre(s): college au, slice of life, humor, fluff, angst

[giyyuzz]

a project and a guitar — yang jungwon.

ꏍ jungwon is just a boy who plays guitar for fun and that can't stop himself from looking at you in class, he never thought of talking to you even if he had the biggest crush in the whole world, but what happens when a project forces him to make a move on you?

pairing. guitar boy!jungwon x f!reader

genre. smau + written chapters, highschool!au, fluff, slight angst, strangers to lovers, kinda slow burn, love triangle (?) but not really.

warning(s). suggestive jokes, swearing. ignore time stamps pls.

feat. ive, itzy, txt.

status. completed!

note. this is my first smau and i'm convinced that i'm not funny so maybe theres not gonna be that much of humor !!

taglist. open! send an ask or comment to be added. @soobnny @yizhoutv @ja4hyvn @heejaies @amakumos @jalnandanz

profiles 1 | profiles 2

ch. 1 "weirdo"

ch. 2 "jungwon simp era ??"

ch. 3 "live love laugh"

ch. 4 "comforting" (wc. 0.7k)

ch. 5 "hellaur baby gorl"

ch. 6 "keep that shit to yourself"

ch. 7 "no more girlbossing"

ch. 8 "L + ratio" (wc. 0.6k)

ch. 9 "spidey sense"

ch. 10 "go for her alpha"

ch. 11 "what the fuck ??" (wc. 0.2k)

ch. 12 "i love myself too"

ch. 13 "i support depression"

ch. 14 "jungwon first win"

ch. 15 "bomb" (wc. 0.2k)

ch. 16 "i'm not playin"

ch. 17 "awkward"

ch. 18 "why me"

ch. 19 "me (an empath)"

ch. 20 "confusing me"

ch. 21 "please"

ch. 22 "his warmth" (wc. 0.7k)

ch. 23 "aint no way"

ch. 24 "holding hands"

ch. 25 "you free tomorrow?"

ch. 26 "and then 1 hour" (wc. 0.4k)

ch. 27 "or never really"

ch. 28 "i forgor"

ch. 29 "we're the best"

ch. 30 "can i kiss you again?" (wc. 2.0k)

ch. 30.5 "her guitar boy"

[rosebloodcat]

Lord i have brain rot its 3am, i had to try three tims to spell rot, and all i can think about is the angst of your transfer error au. I think you said you dont like angst that much yes? So i aint gonna shove it in ya ask box but imagine Like day two of Ingo being back with Emmet (i really need to google how to spell his name) and Ingo is just looking at him confused. Its driving Emmet up the walls so he just asks “what is it whats wrong???” And Ingo “talks at him” and now looks even more confused and is just standing there pointing at Emmet. Ingo confused as to who Emmet is (im sure hes just having a bad brain day) and Emmet just kneels down. Points to him self “me?” Ingo nods looks so very confused that Emmet would be an idiot to not get it. Slowly. Fighting off the tears probably. “Im .. E-Emmet.. your twin brother.”

Oh lord help him im sorry if this got too angsty for you?? I am sure you know thats when it all clicks for Ingo whos just so happy he cries because he remembers his brother. Hes back with his brother. Hes not alone. Im just not so good with the comfort part of the hurt lol. I really hope this au lets me sleep soon or i might just not. I enjoy your au and ideas on it too much.

Okay, this is actually really good??? Like, I kinda want to use I now?? Emmet having to take a moment to explain to his brother who he is and how they know each other is just- an emotional gut punch.

I'm not against angst (I enjoy some horror stuff), it's grimdark extremes, gorefests, and stuff that's straight-up depressing that I have problems with. I just prefer hurt/comfort and fluff over those. (Like, I already take meds for depression, that part of my brain doesn't need help.)

Also, when I said Ingo's memory was spotty, I meant that the memories he'd recovered were spotty.

New stuff still comes in and stays just fine, it's the stuff from before he first got amnesia that's the problem. They're still scrambled and have chunks missing, but it's not an active hindrance for him.

[atlaese]

Kill with kindness - b.b.

Summary: One moment, you're a stone cold assassin, the next your flowery sundress and radiant smile blind Bucky. Well, a mission doesn't always go as planned, and your sundress doesn't always hide whatever is going on in your life. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Avenger!Reader TW: yeah idk what this is exactly but - lil bit angst, fluff, canon violence, injuries, blood, cursing, some smut allusions last paragraph, like AU kinda thing, wrong medical info bc i aint no doctor, poorly edited bc im a busy bitch Words: 5.9K (sorry i literally couldn't stop writing) A/N: yeah well... its me... again. hope you liked this one, i wrote it like, weeks ago?? and forgot about it lmao but i love it sm💗 also; i woke up at 4:30 am bc finals ✨ and wasn't really in the mood to do extensive editing, so sorry for any mistakes. For everyone who has finals; you can do it!!! Im so proud of you already 💞 Reblogs are appreciated ✨

MARVEL MASTERLIST | BUCKY BARNES MASTERLIST

Drift off on the floor, I drag you to the shore. Sweating through the sheets, you're gonna drown in your sleep for sure. Wake up and start a big fire in our one room apartment. But I'm too tired to have a pissing contest. All the bad dreams that you hide. Show me yours, I'll show you mine.

- Phoebe Bridgers, Savior complex

The way you effortlessly changed from a world class assassin into a sweet and innocent civilian had always been a mystery to Bucky.

One moment, you were throwing daggers at criminals with deadly accuracy and wiping blood off your cheek and the next you were walking around in the compound, damp hair, your citrusy perfume seducing him and a tiny sundress flowing around your figure.

To him, you were a city personified; the early morning - you were soft and silent and rays of sunshine that bounced off his skin, warming him up from the outside in, but you were also the night - loud and rambunctious, dark humor, like a bass in the clubs that reverberated through his mind constantly.

Everything about you was in stark contrast to him. During combat, you were a swift and silent assassin. You didn’t have any superhero-like abilities like the majority of the team, but the way you jumped up on the wall and twisted your legs around a guy’s neck to then fall down with grace and throw a dagger at another guy, made it seem like you did, always anticipating what was next.

Bucky was a brute force in comparison to you. From the way he ran, heavy boots stomping on the floor as he threw a knife with so much strength it pierced a guy’s hand to the wall, to the way his vibranium arm could easily crush a bone if he needed it to.

When you weren’t on a mission, the contrast was even bigger. Your bubbly laugh rang through the kitchen when you were baking chocolate chip cookies for everyone, or when you’d put a bandaid on Sam’s forehead because yes, it hurt and yes, he wanted you to take care of him, because you always made oolong tea and checked-up on everyone.

Bucky was the silent brooding type, who’d lick his own wounds in the corner of the kitchen, far away from everyone else. Sure, you’d check up on him, all toothy smiles and soft touches, but you respected his boundaries and knew when you had to go.

That was one of the many things he loved about you. The ability to sense how a person was feeling, where their boundaries were. You were one of the only people who could tread the fine line he was, the fine line he didn’t always understand himself.

You had wormed your way into his heart so easily, from the obscene jokes you told during missions to your soft whispers flowing in the night air when you were reading poetry on the roof to Bucky because he couldn’t fall asleep again after another gruelling nightmare.

Bucky couldn’t figure you out - and the more he tried to unravel the enigma that was you, the deeper he fell in love.

* * *

This morning’s mission had been... challenging. Some radical group had stolen a shipment of weapons, based on alien technology and intel said that they were gonna use it to get some people out of the raft - the kind of people that never should leave the raft ever again.

Earlier, the team had decided that Nat and you would enter the building from the back. Bucky, Steve and Sam would cause a distraction in the front of the building.

Sam was the first one up, soaring through the sky with his wings as he took out a guy who was standing on the lookout. Bucky had then proceeded to deal with a sniper, his metal hand crushing the pipe of the gun, then smacking the guy across the face with it, effectively knocking him out. Steve had run in after Sam, throwing his shield between two guys and kicking another one in the stomach. The third guy had doubled over in pain, tried to fire his gun, but missed and Steve had knocked him down.

Meanwhile, you and Nat were working on getting inside through the back. You got out your lockpicking kit, and expertly moved the tools in the lock until you heard the small click.

Natasha silently turned the knob as you put back your tools in the small pocket on the back of your suit and got out a dagger instead, one of the 13 you had on you, along with some other fun stuff.

Natasha had strangled the guy behind said door without breaking so much as a sweat, her red hair still pin straight and framing her beautiful face.

You turned to the adjacent hallway and turned your dagger sideways, so you could use it as a mirror to see what was going on there without alerting any of the potential guards.

You clicked your tongue to alert Nat, who was just done tying down the man with an elaborate knot. She propped a piece of fabric in his mouth so he couldn’t allert his accomplices and silently strode over to you.

“And that’s why I clean my knives daily,” you snickered softly as you raised your brows when she checked the reflection, clocking four heavily armed men.

“‘I’m so glad I recruited you when I did,” Natasha whispered in your ear. The two of you fell into your routine, where you would jump up against the wall and land into a criminal’s neck. You’d cut off circulation for a while, just so he’d pass out. Natasha got out her small electric devices and threw them at three other guys, electrocuting them.

“Lazy,” you scoffed as she retrieved the little devices. Natasha just threw you a lopsided grin and advanced towards the middle of the building, where the shipment of guns should be stocked according to the intel.

“Where are you guys?” Natasha’s voice rang in your ear as she contacted the supersoldiers and Sam through the comms when they still hadn’t arrived at the meeting point.

“Right...about….done,” Steve grunted as he slapped a guy across the head with his shield on the beat of the words, “we’ll be there in a minute.”

You were flipping your favourite knife as you were waiting for the boys, trying to do a trick that hadn’t been a success yet. The last flip still didn’t land the way you liked, but when you heard the three men approaching, an idea formed in your mind.

Hiding behind the corner, you let Steve and Sam pass first. They only send an eyeroll your way, but let you do it anyway. Bucky was lagging behind a bit, but once he was close enough, you rolled out from behind the corner and sent the knife flying his way.

Bucky caught your knife effortlessly, a small grin on his face, because you always kept him on his toes, never ceasing to amaze him. He flipped the knife back to you and you caught it immediately, a lazy grin on your face as you watched his cheeks turn crimson.

“Good catch.”

“Good throw,” he grinned, his blue eyes watching your face with an unreadable expression.

The team huddled together and decided what the best plan of action would be. Sam would send out Red Wing and Bucky and Steve would then bust in and take the brunt of the violence and bullets. Nat and you would sneak in after them and disarm the rest of them - there couldn’t be a lot of people left, right?

Up until that point, the mission had been a success. Everyone on your team was still healthy and going strong, easily defeating the group of criminals that were once again threatening the safety of the world.

But you should’ve knocked on wood or done something else superstitious because when Red Wing entered through the small vent above the door, it was shot out of the air immediately by a slingshot-like weapon that was definitely not from earth.

“The fuck!” Sam called out as his screen blacked out and his mouth fell open, “they didn’t just do that. Tell me they didn’t just do that!”

Bucky just clapped him on his shoulder, a small smirk present as he and Steve got ready to bust through the door.

“Didn’t you just spend like, 7 hours fixing that thing from the last time?” you snickered as you switched out your knives for ninja stars. Sam just stared at you, his jaw slightly twitching in annoyance as he switched off Red Wings interface on his arm.

The whole mission kinda went sideways after that. Bucky had pulled open the reinforced door with his vibranium arm and tossed it aside and immediately shots had been fired at you.

Steve had fended off a few guys with his shield and Bucky had picked up the discarded door to throw it at them, two of them immediately down.

There were so many more though. Intel hadn’t provided you with much information, but the fact that they were actively negotiating with another group of probably very lethal criminals could have come in handy.

“Nat!” you called out as she dodged bullets and flipped over a guy. She grabbed his head, effectively smashing it against the ground as she used gravity to help her bring down the tall man.

She turned just in time, another man blasting some sort of netting towards her. Natasha quickly ducked and rolled out of the way, the netting just grabbing her foot. Natasha was able to cut off the netting and she used it to wrap around another guy who had his back turned towards her, fighting with Steve.

Meanwhile, you ran up to Bucky who was taking on a very muscly man in an intense fist fight. You threw three ninja stars at the guy, two at his knees and one towards his elbow that was just pulling back to punch Bucky square on the jaw.

“Thanks,” Bucky breathed out as the man fell to the ground, screaming in pain. You pulled out your ninja stars again, putting them back into the small compartments of your suit to use for another incoming attack.

“You wanna do our thing?” you asked him as you eyed two other men coming up to you, both holding knives that had a sickening green glow surrounding them.

Bucky nodded and bent down a bit as he held out his arms in front of him. Taking a few steps backwards, you prepared yourself as the two men were just close enough.

You took off towards Bucky as fast as you could and leaped onto his hands that were clasped together. He easily boosted you up into the air, high enough that the men couldn’t reach you, but also not too high, ensuring a safe landing.

The two men faltered in their steps a bit as they watched you fly through the air, momentairly distracted by whatever the fuck you were doing, and Bucky used this to throw a punch as hard as he could against the temple of the left guy.

During your time in the air, you had pulled off your necklace and pressed on the little button on the clasp, turning it into a self tightening string you could wrap around the other man’s throat.

The man tried to fend you off with his knife, but once he started getting lightheaded, he fell to the ground, taking you down to the ground with him.

Once he was out cold, you took off the string and rolled off of him. Bucky was now handling two guys at once, and one of them was holding his right hand in a tight grip, an alien looking gun now pressing against his temple.

Something inside you twisted and snapped as you saw Bucky struggle, trying to avoid the dangerous glimmer of the barrel and you took off without thinking.

You threw one of your own knives into the man’s upper arm and the gun immediately fell to the ground. Bucky used his vibranium hand to keep the man in a choke hold, but he missed the way another guy now turned towards your figure.

The man was quick and stealthy, his knife wielding almost as good as yours as you fended off most of his attacks, throwing an intricate flip in your movements once in a while to get him off your track.

After fending him off for a few seconds, there was finally an opening to do a counter-attack and you flipped another knife into his direction, grazing his shoulder.

This only enraged the man even more and he pounced on you, the green glimmer of the knife now dangerously close to your face.

Your fists were hurting from punching them man repeatedly, blood now coating your knuckles like beet red gloves.

The man tried to stab you with the knife, but just in time you had crossed your arms in front of you, hoping your special suit that had a mix of kevlar threads and vibranium would fend off the knife.

The man was so busy trying to get the knife down to your throat, he missed you still were able to use your legs. You kneed him in the groin and he rolled off of you, grabbing his crotch and wailing in pain.

You grabbed the tightening string and wrapped it around his hands and feet, incapacitating him as he tried his best to escape; it was no use though, your string was made of special material that was almost unbreakable.

That’s when the searing pain on your lower arm finally started to seep into your system. It burnt a little, as if it was actively eating away at the flesh and you winced as you checked out your arm.

The man must’ve succeeded in cutting through your suit anyway with his green knife, leaving a gashing open wound that had a green edge to it.

You grit your teeth and cursed at yourself, before looking around the room to check if there were any more bad guys running around.

Bucky just gave another dude an upper-cut with his vibranium hand and Sam had taken down two others, the room now eerily quiet, only the laboured breath of your team still audible after using most of your energy to fight them off.

“You okay?” you directed the question at Bucky, your adrenaline levels dropping after saving him from being held at gunpoint.

It looked as if those were the last ones remaining and you wanted to check out what they had done to their weapons to make the poison so effective, as you heard Bucky calling out your name, his voice louder than you had ever heard before.

The pain came before the realisation that you were hit by something, no, pierced, as you slowly turned your head to check out your right shoulder.

The metal tip of a green glowing spear was just sticking through the flesh, teasing you that for once, you hadn’t anticipated what would happen to you because you were too busy trying to help Bucky and that you should’ve done another check around the building instead of assuming the coast was clear.

The green stuff definitely wasn’t normal earth-like poison, because it made you feel light in the head almost immediately, shivers running over your whole body and breathing through your nose felt like the most constricting thing you ever had to do.

The spear must have been made from vibranium - or something even stronger, because it easily made your hightec Stark suit look like the homemade spandex onesie Peter Parker once wore, fraying the edges and giving no protection.

There was a struggle behind you, probably Steve or Sam taking out the guy who had thrown the spear at you.

Your knees buckled and you fell down hard on your forearms, your body refusing to cooperate as you felt your eyes turn in their sockets. Your whole body felt like it was slowly getting paralyzed, from your shoulder down to your arms and lower body, eventually reaching your feet.

Bucky immediately came up to you, catching your limp body in his arms before you would fall even further, the spear still stuck out of the back of your shoulder, a sore reminder of how you failed the most basic task an assassin had: always do a double check.

It felt like someone had pushed a giant cotton ball in your mouth, your tongue swollen and foam coating the ends of your lips as you just looked in Bucky’s eyes with the most haunting look he had ever seen.

Bucky was shaking your body, trying to keep you conscious, but when your eyes finally rolled back after a minute, he couldn’t help but whimper your name as you didn’t move anymore.

* * *

Bucky and Steve were carrying your limp body into the medical bay at the compound, Natasha and Sam close on their heels, as they watched your body that was like a ragdoll - your limbs were moving with the sway of their steps, head bobbing up and down.

“Banner!” Bucky called out, his voice alarmed and urgent as he felt your pulse under his finger slowing down to an unhealthy pace.

Bruce showed up in his white lab coat, a pen hanging out of his mouth as he was probably trying to find a formula for something.

“What happened?” he immediately asked as Steve and Bucky carefully placed you sideways on the surgery table. They had broken a part of the spear off for easy transportation, but also to keep the pressure on the wound so you wouldn’t bleed out before Bruce could help you.

Bucky moved his hands carefully over your face, trying to move some of the hair that was stuck to your forehead, your face still wet due to the sweat.

“This spear pierced through her suit,” Natasha said, her hand holding onto yours for support, “it’s laced with something definitely not from earth.”

“I’ll have to see if I can make an antidote,” Bruce said as he got a closer look at the angry green wound, “this spear needs to be removed first.”

“I’ll get Cho on board as well,” Sam called out as he ran out of the medical bay.

“Bucky, I’m going to need you to grab a few things for me,” Bruce said as he pulled on some gloves and checked how exactly the spear was lodged into your body.

“Just tell me what to do, Banner,” Bucky’s voice was a steady beat in the med bay, but his eyes betrayed that he was terrified of what was about to happen to you.

* * *

The moment dr. Cho arrived, everything happened in a whirlwind. She focused on healing your shoulder back to the way it was, while Bruce tried to create an antidote that would reverse the effects the poison had on you.

With dr. Cho’s regeneration cradle, it was possible to heal the wound, but for some reason, your shoulder still had a very large angry green mark left that even the machine couldn’t fix.

Even dr. Cho was surprised when you came back out of the cradle. Her machine had always been able to fix everything, but this poison must’ve done something to the components of your skin, it was impossible to repair - even with her advanced technology.

Bucky had stayed in the OR the whole time, even though he trusted Banner and Cho would fix you up just fine, he couldn’t help but be worried that you’d never open your pretty eyes again or tell another crude joke at an entirely inappropriate moment.

The cradle had done its best, but the poison was still coursing through your veins, the green mark glowing a little and giving the rest of your skin an eerie effect. It reminded him a bit of a book he read when he was younger. The green light across the lake that reminded Gatsby he could never have Daisy the way he wanted to. It felt the same for Bucky. Now even more than ever, as you were on the brink of life and death and he could do absolutely nothing about it.

Right now, he was sitting next to your bed, the slow rhythmic beeping of the machine that registered your vitals a steady beat in his ears. The only thing he could do was hold your hand.

Bruce had been working on the antidote for four hours by now, but still no success. Apparently, the chemical compounds the spear was infused with was breaking down your nervous system, though at a very slow speed, on top of being paralyzing and causing small seizures. There was nothing Bruce could do in the meantime - the only option was to find an antidote. A real race against the clock.

Other team members had come and gone, realizing they couldn’t provide anything for you at the moment. Bucky stayed. He talked with dr. Cho when she came in to check on you, about a possible second round of the cradle to fix your nervous system. The bedside nurse gave him an apple juice after five hours of waiting and Natasha brought him a sweater to change into. He hadn’t even noticed he was still wearing the jacket that was smeared with your blood.

It was after nine hours and 38 minutes that Banner stormed into the room, holding a syringe with a blue liquid that he claimed would reverse the effects of the poison. Banner looked absolutely drained, his skin pale and his eyes droopy, but that motherfucker had done it again, proving he was indeed one of the smartest minds on this planet.

Bruce quickly injected the serum and immediately, your heartbeat sped up to a faster, normal rhythm. It sounded like music to Bucky’s ears.

“Now, I don’t know when she’ll wake up, but I do know she’ll be very vulnerable to the poison, if she ever gets attacked again,” Bruce said as he pulled off his gloves and wiped the sweat off his brow.

Bucky’s fist clenched, the whirring sound of his vibranium arm was aggressive almost as he watched your lifeless form lay in the bed.

“Not on my watch.”

* * *

To Bucky’s surprise, it didn’t take long for you to walk around the compound again, another flowy sundress around your body, the green scar present on your shoulder like a tattoo you wanted to show off.

“What are you doing up already?” he questioned as he strode up to you, his hand coming up to rest on your non-injured shoulder as he furrowed his brows, “it’s only been a few days since you woke up.”

“It’s not that bad Bucky, Cho fixed me up real good,” you waved his concerns away as you stepped around him, “and I want breakfast.”

“You almost died,”  he said, exasperation clear in his voice as he eyed you rummaging around in the cupboard, looking for your oats, “in my arms, may I add.”

“Almost Bucky, important word,” your voice was muffled as you were searching for some fruit in the fridge to top your oats.

“Hey,” his voice was behind you all of a sudden, a stern edge to it as his hand pressed against the door, his knuckles turning white. You were acting completely different from your usual soft-spoken persona.

“Hey,” you smiled at him, strawberries now in your hand as you closed the fridge door and avoided him once again.

“Stop this,” he snatched the strawberries out of your hands and you pouted, “stop. You can’t just go around the compound ignoring what happened.”

There was a twitch in his jaw as he looked at you, signalling that he really was pissed off at how you were acting.

Everything about you looked like it was fine - freshly washed hair, your perfume invading his nostrils and the sundress was back, but the green scar reminded him of what had happened mere days ago.

“What should I do about it Bucky,” you crossed your arms in front of your frame, a frown now present on your face as you watched him tense up again, “it happened. I’m still here and I saved your ass by the way.”

“Seriously? I was doing fine,” he snapped, his blue eyes angry, like electricity ready to shock you, “you and your saviour complex almost got you killed.”

“Saviour complex,” you choked out a sarcastic laugh, “this sounds like a story about a pot and a kettle, Bucko.”

Bucky just furrowed his brow as his eyes turned to slits when he watched you grab a few strawberries from the container he was holding.

“I’ll explain it to ya,”  you clarified as you cut off the stems, your knife like an extension of your hand, “I see the way you look at me.”

Bucky scoffed as he put the strawberries back in the fridge, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

The clinking of the knife against the cutting board was harsh as you chopped another top off, “at the compound. You think I’m like this delicate flower that needs to be protected all the time.

“And during missions, you see me as this whole other-, this whole other person even! Like a badass who doesn’t need help or anything.”

The last cut rang through the kitchen like a bolt of lightning that struck nearby. Your voice was harsh and cold, every word feeling like a punch to his gut - and it hurt even more because it was you who was throwing punches this time around.

“Why can’t you accept that I'm the same person? I can be crude and cold and dark, but I can be light and summer and warm, too.”

“I-uh,” he hesitated, his hands now in his pockets and eyes trained down to the ground. It’s true what you said - every single word. It was difficult to distinguish the colourful compound-you from the dark and mysterious assassin that accompanied him on missions.

“It’s the same thing for you, Bucky,” your voice was softer now, velvety smooth as you saw how his entire form deflated a bit with realization.

For Bucky, when he was at the compound with you, he wanted to cuddle you until your breaths evened out beneath the night sky, to protect you with all his might. It felt like he was the only one who could protect you and your sundresses and freshly baked cookies. It reminded him of his mother and sister, their laughs ringing through the kitchen when they were baking pancakes.

When you were on a mission, you could take care of yourself. Your black suit would whizz past him, accompanied with flying daggers and ninja stars. Bucky didn’t feel like you needed help or protection during those times, because your smirk reminded him that you were a strong person. You were capable of taking down six guys on your own, why would you need him?

The moment you in your dark suit got hurt, something inside his brain short-circuited. It didn’t make sense that your darker, cruder version would ever get hurt - because you had never been hurt before. Sure, there were scratches most of the time, broken bones some of the time, but never anything to this extent. Your body in his arms bleeding out and exposed to a dangerous chemical, the dark suit not protecting you any more than a sundress would. It confused him to no end.

“What do you mean?” his voice sounded small and hurt, his red-rimmed eyes finally connecting to yours.

“You think you’re this awful machine, but that is not the Bucky I know,” you sighed, “when we’re on the roof, and you think I’ve fallen asleep and you whisper those words, I-I heard all of it Bucky.”

“What?” he blinked a few times, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that you were aware of all his ramblings that were supposed to be lost in the cold night wind on the roof of the compound.

“You act like you’re this tough soldier, but I know you’re so much more than that,” you came closer to him, your hands coming up to lightly touch his face, “just like I am not a fragile woman here or an unbeatable assassin on missions.”

His nostrils flared as he tried to suppress his feelings. His gaze avoided yours, it was focussed on the green glowing mark on your shoulder. The green light that would now remind him every moment you could never be his.

“You’re allowed to be soft and happy, Bucky. It’s not a mutually exclusive thing.”

“I just-,” his voice cracked as the green mark glared at him, but when his gaze fixated on your eyes, they were welcoming and clear and had a loving glimmer to them.

“I just don’t know how,” he decided.

“What if- what if we changed our roof visits a bit?” you proposed, your hands now slowly dragging down towards his neck and shoulders, “I know you’ve got some poetry in your little note-book.”

“Ho- how did you know?”

You pursed your lips, a small smile growing on your face, “because you were reciting some? A few weeks ago?

“It was... bewitching, Bucky. Haunting at times. I-I’ve never heard anything like it.”

“You don’t think it’s weird?” His voice was low, a rumble in your ear straight into your chest, making your beating heart grow three times in size as you watched the man before you crumble right in front of you.

“No! No, not at all. I would love to see more of this side of you,” your fingers gripped on the collar of his shirt, “you don’t need to put a mask on for us - for me.”

Bucky let out a shuddery breath as your fingers traced around his collarbone, your eyes still trained on his. He was used to being close to you on the roof - you had cold hands you’d hide inside his coat - but in the daylight it felt like he might collapse on the ground with the way you were looking at him.

The door to the kitchen opened and Sam strode in, a bit sweaty after his morning run and Bucky wanted to step back, pull his face back to a stoic gaze and go back to his room to mull over his thoughts.

Your fingers were still gripping his shirt, preventing him from leaving, “tonight. You and me, on the roof,” you quietly whispered, a hopeful look on your face.

Before Sam could say anything on the little interaction, you let him go and went back to your strawberries and oats.

“How was your run, Sammy?” you called out as Bucky swiftly disappeared from the kitchen.

* * *

The air was cold on the roof of the compound that night and the darkness was in stark contrast with the rest of the compound.

Bucky had been watching you for a few minutes from a distance as you drank from your water bottle and stared up at the stars, a blanket wrapped tightly around your shoulders.

You probably knew he was there, lurking in the shadows, but he appreciated the fact that you’d let him come over on his own tempo.

This whole moment felt off to him. This Bucky had never been a soft one, someone who you’d read poetry with. This Bucky was all steel and guns and knives and dark colours that made blending into the night so much easier.

The sound of his boots alerted you of his presence and you opened the blanket so he could slip under it as well, his body providing enough heat to keep warm during the night.

His left hand had a small notebook clutched, but he carefully put it on the ground and sank into the old couch you asked him to drag up to the roof.

Your hands immediately disappeared inside his coat, the cold leaving goosebumps on his skin as he inhaled deeply, whifs of your perfume surrounding the both of you.

“Hi,” you whispered as you turned your head to look at him. The moon was illuminating his face, showing all the planes and angles, the highs of his cheekbones and the soft blue that made you want to drown in his embrace.

He softly whispered hi back, his minty breath fanning on your face as he looked at what you were wearing.

You weren’t wearing your usual colourful outfit, instead black leggings and a dark blue Stark Industries sweater now clad around your body.

Bucky scraped his throat, his heart beating a little faster as he thought about what he wanted to say to you - confess even.

“I-uh, I want to apologize,” he started, biting on his lower lip, “I shouldn’t have made a version of you inside my head.

“I think- I think I wanted to protect the soft parts of you, whilst also admire the dark parts you show to the outside world, and I- I never wanted to admit you could be both of these at the same time.”

You nodded encouragingly, one of your hands coming up to rest against the side of his face, his scruff tickling the inside of your palm.

“And I guess, I never allowed myself to be more than one thing. More than just a soldier. And- and I really want to show you the parts I never showed before - to anyone,” his voice travelled through the air, soft and husky.

“Thank you, for apologizing and for wanting to open up,” you said. after a beat of silence as your finger traced the lines on his face, “it’s not gonna be easy, Bucky.”

He licked his lips but nodded, the feeling of your finger tracing his skin was mesmerizing, drawing him even more, “I know.”

His voice was rough, but the words were soft and it was the perfect combination of who Bucky really was. Behind closed doors he was gentle and loving. He wanted nothing more than to cuddle up with you under the blankets in his room, your head pressed against his chest as he stroked the soft skin on your back.

He would shake you awake after a nightmare, wanting to be held when his thoughts wouldn’t calm down anymore.

He wanted to show you who he really was.

His right hand came up to cradle your face, his nose now immensely close to yours and your breath hitched in your throat.

Bucky was also like a city personified; his soft touches reminded you of the early morning light kissing your skin, his sarcastic laugh of the walks home after clubbing all night.

You and him were magnets. The soft parts clung to each other as much as the dark parts. Sometimes they’d push each other off, other times they would cling to each other for dear life.

* * *

That night, when he pulled off your Stark Industries sweater and his lips attached to your throat and slowly went down towards your breasts, the green glow of the scar on your shoulder didn’t remind him about how unattainable you were for him.

It reminded him there was something glowing inside of you for him. A feeling that would never dim. You weren’t this elusive character in his life anymore. You’d be there for him when he needed you to be, just as he would be for you.

The green scar wasn’t a far-away lantern across the lake, seducing him and making him falter in his movements. It was the warm glow of life that reminded him you were breakable, just as you were strong. You were alive and you were his - at least in this moment.

And when you shakily sighed as his mouth latched to your throat again, your hands coming up to his face to drag him back to your lips, he couldn’t help but let three words slip out, mumbling against your soft lips he never wanted to leave again.

Baby, you're a vampire. You want blood and I promised. I'm a bad liar with a savior complex. All the skeletons you hide. Show me yours, and I'll show you mine.

- Phoebe Bridgers, Savior complex

[katsukikitten]

MASTER LIST

Updated Master List

Yea, updating this sucks I aint gonna lie but I know it helps yall since all i do is post rando reblogs sometimes (this took a fucking hour I write too fucking much)

Here is a key as to what all of these lovely symbols after the title means

~ - completed

! – NSFW

& - Trigger warning

 Series

Princess ~

Barbarian Daddy Bakugou In progress

Part one   Part Two   Part Three   Part Four

Part Five  Part Six    Part Seven   Part Eight

Part Nine  Part Ten

Diagonal from Me ~

Little bit of high school angst :)  Completed

Part one  Part Two  Part Three  Part Four

Part Five Part Six  Part Seven  Part Eight

Spatium ~

Sequel to Diagonal from Me Completed

Part One   Part Two   Part Three   Part Four

Part Five   Part Six  Part Seven   Part Eight

A Pink Rose

Part One  Part One Bonus  Part Two Part Three  Part Four

Heated

Part One  Part Two Part Three

bonus snippet

Irritated

Part One  Part Two   Part Three  Part Four 

Part Five Part Six  Part Seven   Part Eight

Whisper

Part One  Part Two 

Disinterested ~

Part One  Part Two  Part Three

Hell Bound

Part One  Part Two

Majo ~

Katsuki Cutie x Reader lol half one shot half series

Majo - Dorm Fun

Majo - Late Night

 Soul Mate Au Preview/ Prologue? 

lol like I’ll ever get around to this. 

One Shots/ Asks

Bakugou Katsuki

Ready set COOK

DODGE THIS!

Distant

Untitled

Useless

Weighted

Sun Tea

Waiting

STRONG

Meal for One

Bruises 

+ Part two 

Period Panic

5% 

part two

End of All Might

Spicy Ramen

Hot Sauce

Fading Summer

Summer Night of Third Year 

part two 

Comfort ask

Scarlet Comfort

Late Night

Skewed Reflection

Caramel

Arranged 

Caught !

Brat ~~~~~~ !

Fireworks !

Going Down? !

Pizza Night !

Chocolate !

The Kitten and KoInu !

Just a friend !

part 2 !

Rouge &&&&&&&

part 2

Disassociate &

Temptation &&&&&&

Smile

Hollow

Lust and a whiskey neat

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas

 Kirishima Ejirou

Stood Up

Weighted

Once Upon a time

Seeking You

Flustered 

Will I ever write a part two? the world may never know

The Kitten and KoInu !

Dabi

La douleur exquise

Spectrum

Cremari

Dancing in the dark !

PART TWO

What comes after !

Todoroki

Winter Rose

Ice Bath

Miydoria kun!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sensei 

Kitty love

Denki

Love !

Shinso  

Worry

Inasa

Fear

Mina

Sun and Moon

Sing

THIRST TEXTS 

Girls Night !

LACE !

Steak Out !

Dirty Dishes !

A Wild Ida appears!

Headcannons

CAR IMAGINES 

IS THAT A WEED? I’M CALLING 911

KIRI HEADCANNON

Grocery Shopping with ya mans

Comfort ask

Yandere Shigi

VALENTINES DAY   22222

Blush !

Katsuki x Deku

I can’t sleep !

Suki x Kiri

[sanscestships]

Rating for Insomnia (error x dream) Also sorry if you stopped this or something lol

Insomnia (Reaction, ErrorxDream)

Requested by: Anon!

Created on: 9/10/21

GASP! requests! god i thought i would have to make an announcement-

how sad im typing this while doing homework ;-; but that's fine!

soooo we're reacting to error x dream! ooo, i honestly dont know why it's shipped but hey, this is a reaction, not an analysis. i can worry about how realistic it is later-

Note: ship art aint mine. i just did a quick google search-

... FUCK IT'S CUTE-

my multishipper heart O_O IM INTERNALLY SCREAMING-

i feel like Error is just a chill dude with special beliefs just trying to chill in his Anti-Void and watch his shows until dirty glitches show up and ruin his life so Dream is like "no! those aren't dirty glitches those are AUs with living beings!" and then we have old married couple arguments but they aren't too pissed and are just frustrated at this other person's ignorance and they learn more about it each other and-

at this point this shipart is making my brain try to justify this ship FUCK I'VE BEEN DOOMED! FALLING INTO A HOLE AND PROBABLY WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO CRAWL OUT LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME ANON! LOOOOOOOKKKKKKK!

... but more ship art-

funny how im being driven insane by the existence of gay skeletons. life is full of possibility eh?

kinda feel like Insomnia is similar to Errink, but less possibly toxic because Ink is just more likely to take advantage of the relationship because of the fact he's souless but Dream isn't nearly as literally heartless and would actually try to understand Error. no offense Errink shippers, but you have to admit that canonically Errink ain't gonna work. i've already made an analysis explaining why if you want to check that out, but just saying

but at the very least, this would be less toxic and "one trying to use the other"-ish.

and its CUTE

and i LIVE FOR THE FLUFF

and angst- BUT MOSTLY FLUFF

unfortunately, i have never read any Insomnia fanfic nor do i have the time. i'm busy rn and have a buttload of work to do. but if i ever find the free time, i will try to look for Insomnia fanfics to read. (and if you know some good ones, feel free to dm them to me ^w^)

Overall: 8/10. I'm not as pumped and excited about it as Brude, but it is definitely over a 7. Its just so cute and I can only imagine the fluff that can come out of this. A reminder that this is my personal opinion so what i rate this ship shouldn't have any relation to how you rate this. i just feel less about it than Brude, but definitely really like it. its a great ship and hope to be able to read about it soon! (as soon as i finish my homework and projects-)

Side Note: I am currently working on Kross and Crossmare oneshots. if you couldn't tell, Kross is KillerxCross and Crossmare is CrossxNightmare. im just posting this first because reactions are a lot easier to get done quickly than oneshots and i really need to finish my work. so just to let you guys know, IM NOT DEAD! just... procrastinating ;-; but thx so much anon for the request! and i'll do my best to post the Kross oneshot next :P so have a great day guys!

[puzzlebones]

do hardmode-fell-save

send me a url and i'll tell you the following; || No Longer accepting

my opinion on;

character in general: You know I love me some Skeleton boys, and underfell is one of those AU’s that I wasn’t too sure on when I came back into the fandom, strictly from what I had seen from fanart and fics, but I Love the concept of it

how they play them: Boy, I love Sangria. He’s such a Mood, Snapdragon? Love some angy snappy boy. The kid? Pure bean who must be protected. I havent interacted much with the other muses you got, but Fenris seems like a good dude too

the mun: Sorin...not gonna lie, like Eli said, you kinda intimidated me at first, but tbh it just took some dumb jokes between Orange and Sangria for me to realize naw you aint so scary xD. A Good plant loving bean who just likes to cause angst on the dash sometimes C:

do i;

follow them: Yup yup

rp with them: Of course I do

want to rp with them: Totally

ship their character with mine: No Ships here, And honestly Im fine with that XD I think I prefer the dynamic between Orange and Snappy as it is now. Just...rubber chicken noises.

what is my;

overall opinion:10/10 would recommend, very friend shaped C: (yeah Im lazy and used the same one from Spacy’s and Eli’s but really its true for all you hecks <3)

[eduardo-andale-lets-go]

Alright we gotta accept that we’ve entered a new phase of the fandom and we aint getting the same traction as before, but we’re ALIVE and we’RE GONNA KEEP IT THAT WAY OKAY.

And ONE WAY to do that is to support creators. I’ve seen the rec lists and I think I need to update it with some new good ones. Obviously these aren’t the only ones but these are the immediate fics that I remember because they’re 1) SO fUcking Good and 2) the most recent that I’ve read.

Absolutely nobody asked for this but its here now so you have to deal with that by reading all of this. Suffice to say, if anyone has fic recs please don’t be afraid to add them as I will be updating this as I see fit.

1.       Baby, I’m Counting On You by PuddingTown 

Summary: When Richie Tozier breezes back into his hometown of Derry, Maine, he’s expecting to see familiar faces. Of course, he’s not expecting to see an old flame chasing around a baby. With a million questions, nowhere to go, and a help wanted ad for a nannying job, he finds himself at the doorstep of Eddie Kaspbrak.

Comment: this is a 119k long fic of sweet, sweet longing and domestic bliss doused with simmering angst. You will LOVE this repentant Richie in that he actually does work for it (lesson!), and its not the darkest fic out there cause—BABY! THERE’S A BABY IN HERE AND STEVIE IS THE BEST BABY CHARACTER OUT THERE OKAY! SO IF YOU WANT SOME CUTE BABY FICS HERE IT IS, ITS HERE, ITS HERE ALL YOU GOTTA DO IS CLICK AND READ AND LOVE IT!

Its also celebrity/singer Richie and drag queen/mechanic eddie and if that aint enough for ya I don’t know what else.

Status: Complete!

2. Toucha Toucha Toucha Touch Me by Mere_Mortifer » @mere-mortifer

Summary: “Who the fuck are you?” Eddie exclaims before he can stop himself, and the man turns to face him with a shriek. "I have a dog, you know? He’s like half wolf or something, if you don’t get the fuck out my apartment I’ll tell him to attack!” The man, incredibly, laughs again, this time less hysterical and more plainly awkward. “Yeah, uh, about that…”

Or: Eddie brings a stray dog home. Turns out, it's a werewolf.

Comment: this is an 11k fic of nothing but good pacing, gOOD smut, and great characterization! And please, do not worry, Richie is human when they have sex here or else I wouldn’t have clicked xD

Status: One shot

3. Predicament Bondage by dgalerab » @dgalerab

Summary: When Richie is cast in an irreverent sexually charged comedy, Bev suggests he do "research" with Eddie, a professional Dom.

Only problem is: Richie's still in the closet.

Comment: alRIGHT. THIs one I’ve been so excited for every chapter. Its not done yet but the updates are pretty reliable. The sexual tension, the professional dom eddie, the sweet, soft Richie—its all so good.

Status: Ongoing

4. greetings from stardust  by hippieluna @hippieluna

Summary: A few days ago just an ounce of Richie's attention was almost too much to bear. Now, he feels engulfed in it — hot tickling flames that spread from his chest to his fingers when their wrists touch between the seats of the car. It hurts when Richie looks at him and it hurts when he looks away. Funny how much clearer things get when there aren't any distractions.

Comment: ITS! A! ROAD! TRIP! FIC! FULL! OF! NOTHING! BUT! YEARNING! AND! SMUT! I’ve read many a kinky/hard core fics in my time here in the reddie tags, its been filthy, its been fun, but hippieluna writes sweet, fresh smut in a refreshing way! The pacing, the underlying tensions, the necessary misunderstandings, the understandable insecurities—its never boring nor annoying! The pining is so, so good. Sometimes, I could hear music just from the way hippieluna writes and it’s a fucking adventure alright! The sceneries, the mood—if this was a color, it would be if the setting sun, with all its orange and red and purple and pink were reflected in a clear lake. It. Beautiful. The way Eddie just sees Richie—ya’ll, if you want some fresh pining material here it is. Status: Completed!

5. come to me feathered and frayed by Lvslie»

Summary: “You are—free,” he continues, haltingly. His narrow chest is heaving. “Are you happy?”

The frightful, intimate acuity of the question undoes Richie’s volition—he’s disarmed. He stares into the other’s wide eyes, knowing his own to be just as revealing. At length, he swallows.

“No,” he admits instead, softly. “No, I am not.”

[Or; a late 19th century AU inspired by Maurice and Age of Innocence]

Comment: THIS! This took me so fucking long to read cause I had to acclimate my reading prowess. This one reads like classical books I swear to god, but like, so so so worth it. The imagery brings me to Italy, even though I don’t know most of the words cause ive never been to Italy and we don’t have those kinds of architecture but like going to google images and then reading it back- worth it for the mood that it gave me. If greetings from the stardust was the setting sun this one was like sitting in a greenhouse and seeing the reflected green all around. Like sitting on a turtle as it waddles through the water. Very calming, sometimes tumultuous in the repressed department, but somehow overall soothing. Maybe its because of the narrative voice, so if you love fancy and eloquent narratives this is the one for you!

Status: Completed!

6. i've lived and died a hundred times by bughead

Summary: In a rare moment of genuinity, Eddie whispers, “I feel like I’ve known you forever.” 

Eddie and Richie's souls are connected, and they've met millions of times throughout history.

(or, some souls are just meant to meet, one way or another)

Comment: HO HO HO HO HO—HoooOOOOO. If I could HUG  a fic—I WOULD SLAP IT FIRST, FEMALE MAIN CHARACTER IN A YA MOVIE STYLE, BEFORE HUGGING IT. Holy SHIT DUDE. Where do I START? Okay so first of all this is 6k, might be the shortest of my recs right now, but fucking hell did it pack a fucking punch. This has everything I LOVE and WANT in a fic! The mood is somber in that it deals with reincarnations and the wonders of connection. Richie and Eddie’s souls meet each other at various points in history and ive been making teary eyes the rest of the fic. Its just—if the last fic was a turtle on water, this one is floating in the sky, falling a couple miles and then floating again. It leaves you with some kind of feeling—a tug, a yearning (HA THIS WORD.) and a need for closure. And you—you get it, that closure, but it still leaves an impression. Like a warm hand on my elbow, kind of sweaty, large, but comforting. I loved this so much.

[roronoa-swords]

Cop and Thief

Smoker x Portgas D. Ace

Fandom: One Piece

Genre: Smut with a lil angst

Timeline: Modern AU!

Pairing: Smoker x Ace

Request: For Op-Law from wattpad. You can also find this story there under the name Da3Stuges. I share an account with two other amazing authors💚

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"This is the second time Portgas. When are you going to learn that doing arson is illegal?" A white haired male snarled with an irritated look on his face.

"C'mon Smokey, when are you gonna lighten up a bit? It's the 21st century, stop being so...old." The man named 'Portgas' said as he laid his head on the table.

Smoker let out a deep sigh before he uncuffed the man. "Just-...." The older man breathed. "Just get outta my sight Portgas. If I see you in here again, you're gonna regret it."

"Oh I'm soooo scared!" He mocks. "See you later old man!" The ravenette said as he ran out of the police station. Smoker's assistant, Tashigi only stood in pure, agitated disbelief.

"Why do you keep letting him go Sergeant Smoker? He's only gonna cause more trouble, not only for you, but for the entire GPD! We have to go get him!" The navy haired woman with red glasses perched on top of her head complained.

Smoker sighed. He was asked -and told- the same thing every single time. Smoker waved her off.

"Stand down Tashigi. Portgas acts like any other old reckless youngster, there is no need to get rash." Sergeant Smoker seriously needed a break. He already gained a headache trying to apprehend Portgas. He didn't need this extra addition. But, it seems Tashigi didn't get the memo.

"But sir! Portgas D. Ace is the eldest of the infamous ASL brothers! Those three terrorize any store they find! And just for food?!?! He's also allies with Whitebeard and Roger! He needs to be apprehended immediately before his entire posse raid this whole town!" The woman screeched as she tried to get her point across.

"I said stand down cadet!" He barked. "I am aware of Portgas' affiliations, I am aware of his younger brothers, and I am very much aware of the consequences of him continuing to run free." It's like the people in this damned department didn't understand.

"Please stop rambling nonsense around my head and move on from this subject. To be quite frank, I'm done with Portgas and his case. So if you want to capture him so bad, why don't you go and do it?" Smoker sneered as he has gotten fed up with Tashigi and her screeching.

"But Sergeant Smoker-.." She tried to reason but never got to finish her sentence. Smoker upped and left the room.

"Damned people. I don't know how many times they want me to repeat the same words over and over again." He grumbled as he stomped his way to his office.

"That damn brat is growing on me. Without him, these calls won't be challenging at all."

He sighed, entering his office. Sitting down on the slightly worn out chair, he gazed upon his achievements that were mounted on the wall.

'Soon, I won't have a job if I keep this up.' He thought with a sigh. This whole situation was troublesome.

Suddenly, a knock was heard.

"Enter." The tired male spoke. He waited to see who would be on the other side of his door. Surprisingly, it was Monkey D. Garp, the retired chief of police. Smoker stood up, as a sign of respect.

"G-Garp-San," He hesitated. "To what do I owe this visit? More so, why have you came to visit me?" Smoker was puzzled. Why was the greatest chief of police that ever resided in this town, here in his office?

Garp stood as strong as ever. Dressed down in his white button up and some white dress pants.

"Well, Sergeant," Garp began. " a little birdy...more-so...your assistant Tashigi, seemed to be in distress. I asked her, and she told me that you keep letting a certain freckled faced fellow go." Smoker kept his composure, but inwardly groaned. That woman could never keep her mouth shut.

"Mind explaining why you are releasing my grandson only to capture him again later on?" Garp questioned as he looked at Smoker with curious amusement.

Smoker stayed silent. It wasn't that he didn't know how to answer the question, it was more of him in denial.

"To be honest with you Chief...I'm not sure why I do that." He said scratching the back of his neck. A sign that Garp picked up from past visits, indicating he was nervous.

"Portgas brings...life to the chases we do-" Smoker paused. "him and his brothers." He continues. "So taking them in would diminish all the fun." Garp stared at him for a minute before answering.

"But you do know that even if they do rob stores for food, they have very strong and dangerous allies." He stated. "Ace with Whitebeard and Roger, Sabo with Dragon, and Luffy with Shanks. Not to mention they have their own crews. For example, Luffy and his Straw hat brats." Garp concluded as fixed Smoker with a stare.

"Though I am assuming- and hoping that this isn't the case-" Garp straightens to his full height. "Could it be that you are starting to harbor feelings for the brat?" Garp asked.

The male in question thought about the elders statement. 'Do I like Portgas? No....no I can't do that. There's no way. Unless...?' Smoker thought as he racked through his brain for answers.

Garp sighed. "Well, I've got to go. Even though they are criminals, they're still my grandkids. However, they are gonna get a rude awakening when I return back home from the holidays." He said with a menacing smile as he cracked his knuckles. He looked at Smoker then smirked at him before exited out of his office.

'That was weird.' The white haired male said as he lit up a cigar. He sat down and took a puff. He sighed out a breath as he wondered.

'What am I going to do?'

(Ace's POV)

"LUFFY! ACE! LET'S GO!" Sabo shouted. We just raided one of our favorite restaurants. We dodged a couple of frying pans, cutting boards, and a few stray eating utensils along the way. We finally arrive to our usual little hiding spot. We're here just until things die down, then we normally make our way home. Fuck I'm tired. I focus on catching my breath as Luffy starts laughing.

"Shishishi~ I got all the meat!" My idiot of a little brother exclaims.

"Lies! I got some meat too- and I aint sharing so don't give me that face." I said as my straw hat wearing brother pouts.

"You idiots argue for the most simplest things," Sabo rolled his eyes. "it's unbelievable sometimes." He sighed as he looked down in embarrassment.

"WHO YOU CALLING AN IDIOT, BARBIE DOLL?!?" I snap.

"EH!? YOU WANNA FIGHT?!" Sabo shouts back. Oh ho hooo I am not backing down bitch.

"BRING IT ON YOU SMURF!"

Sabo and I were head to head and I could see the electricity between us. "Shishishi~ usually it's me and Ace or Ace and Smokey." Luffy said as he munched on a bag of chips.

"Speaking of Smokey, he always catches you and then lets you go 5 hours later. Wanna explain?" Sabo said as he looked at me with a smirk on his face. I felt my cheeks heat up as I look the other way.

"There's nothing to explain. He catches me, we talk, then he lets me go. Nothing else." I mumbled, hoping Sabo wouldn't press into the situation more.

"Judging by your face I think you have some attraction for him." Apparently, he didn't get the hint or he got it and just didn't care.

"Ugh just drop it Sabo. Even if I DID like him there is absolutely NO POSSIBLE WAY Oyaji or that old bastard would approve." I sulk.

Sabo walks up to me and grabs my shoulders. "Wouldn't approve of what? You being gay?"

"Hmm? Oh, No, I told them my preference before and they didn't have a problem. I think they wouldn't approve because of who I chose to like. Remember," I sigh. "He's a cop. I'm a thief. Not to mention my stupid old man. It isn't gonna work."

I turn away from him as my shoulders droop. 'Besides..I think he likes that little assistant of his...despite how annoying she is.' I thought as a I succumb to my inner thoughts.

"Eh, Ace, I know you're worried about their opinion, but, if you really like him, you gotta face your fears and tell him. Rejection is always better than regret." Luffy said with a serious expression.

Sabo and I looked at him shocked. He tilts his head in confusion. 'Luffy....has a brain?' I stare at him.

"What? Is there something on my face?" He picks his nose.

'Well nevermind he's back to being an idiot.' I sweatdrop.

"Well, we should get going. Thatch needs to cook the food." Sabo said and as soon as he did, Luffy and I race back to the house.

"Hey! Wait for me! Guys!" I hear Sabo shout.

~timeskip brought to you by Marco chasing Ace around in a pineapple tank top~

"Why...did you guys..run of like that?" Sabo panted as he finally caught up with us.

"You've gotten slow Sabo..need to fix that." I say as I smirk mischievously at him. He pales at my sentence and begins to mumble something before Luffy's voice is heard, shouting so the whole block hears him. "WE'RE HOME!"

He then turns towards us, "Let's go, I want FOOODD!" and dashes inside.

Sabo and I stare at him for a second before his words fully register in my mind. "DON'T EAT ALL THE MEAT LUFFY!" I shout. I dash inside, leaving Sabo in the dust.

"Thatch! Marco! Oyaji! How are you guys?" I ask as we all sit at the table. Well Oyaji stood, but that doesn't make much of a difference.

"We're fine." Thatch hummed, "-but mind telling why you got captured today?" he questions as he glances behind him, amused.

"Oh, um...how'd you know about that?" I laugh nervously with an uneasy feeling in my chest.

"Gurararara~ We know everything around here, brat. Did you forget already?" Oyaji says, with his signature laugh.

I facepalm because of my stupidity. 'Of course Oyaji would know the smoking Sargeant.'

"Shishishi~ Ace got captured by Smokey! But their fight was..weird." Luffy's shine like literal stars as Thatch sets a plate full of meat in front of him. "Weird like how yoi?" Marco spoke, leaning on the table with a lazy smirk.

"They were saying weird stuff to each other. Like when Ace said that if Smokey has this much energy fighting, how much energy would he have in-" Luffy didn't get to finish before I shoved a piece of meat in his mouth. "OKAYY," I chuckle nervously, "we don't need to hear anymore a that, right Sabo?" I force a smile, praying that Sabo would be on my side.

Sabo looks at me before smirking. 'Oh no'

"I don't know, Ace...you were kinda..touchy with him today." He teased. "Any reason why?" I look at him with the most hateful gaze ever, but he just brushes it off. 'Damnit Sabo! You're gonna make Oyaji kill him you overgrown barbie doll!'

Everyone at the table looked at me with a face of interest. Even Izo, Vista and Haruta.

'When the hell did they get here?'

The only one who didn't had a readable expression was Oyaji. 'Fuck...he's gonna kill me'

"Were you flirting- with Sergeant Smoker, Ace?" Izo questioned me with a large smirk on his rose colored lips. Before I even had the chance to answer, the overgrown, knock-off barbie doll on the right of me spoke up.

"Flirting? It was like watching sex happen in front of my eyes-" He didn't get to finish as I slammed my fist on top of his head.

"Damnit Sabo! Are you trying to get me killed?!" I yelled as I stood up from my seat, meat on my plate forgotten.

"I mean you needed a push and I'm there to help." He winced as he rubbed the top of his head. Before I said anything, I was cut of again.

'Why the fuck do I keep getting interrupted!? I'm running out of patience.'

"Ace.." Oyaji started as he looked at me with a glare, some haki leaking through. "Are you interested in this...Sergeant?" He finished. The whole table went down in silence and Sabo looks away from me, I don't have to look at him to know he feels full of guilt.

"No Oyaji.....what gave you that idea?" I say, not looking at Oyaji in the eye.

"Ace..you know that relationship will not work. He's a Sergeant, a cop," He emphasizes. "...and you. You're a thief." He says firmly, staring into my being.

"Your relationship is gonna end up in two ways. One, he continues to set you free after every chase and loses his rank- or worse, his job-"

'I don't want to be the reason he loses his job.' I clench my fist.

"Or two, you get caught and thrown in jail." Oyaji speaks. I know what he's saying. I know what he's trying to get into my head.

"Either he's gone or your life is over."

'I know the risks....I know I don't have a chance. But why does it hurt so much hearing it from you, Oyaji?'

I thought as I bit my bottom lip.

"Honestly," He grunts. "I don't care who you date. Your father, however, is the problem." I tch. That stupid old man.

"You know he has issues trusting the police. Ever since the incident with your mother." He continued. "Of course she's alive and well, but he almost lost her, Ace. He almost lost you.

I put my head down in shame.

'I knew it. They wouldn't approve. They wouldn't accept it. Damn it.'

"I know that Oyaji..that's why I said I don't like him you know." I bark a laugh. It sounded so mechanic that Luffy had stopped eating.

"...Sabo and Luffy were just messing with me." I say flashing a pained smile, a vain attempt to seem unfazed.

"Ace.." Thatch calls. I don't answer.

"Well, that settles that. I'm going to be in my room. I'm not hungry." I slide the plate over in between Sabo and Luffy, signaling that they can have my share.

I walk out of the dining room and head to my room. 'Nothing is ever fair anymore.'

I open the door to my room and slam it closed, locking it behind me. I huff. For fuck's sake.

'I need to cool down...I don't need another lecture from Marco about burning holes into my bedroom walls again.'

Shuffling around in my room, trying to calm down- though I'm unsuccessful-, something clicks.

What if....?

I rush and throw on a shirt. I don't bother to button it up cause why not. Opening my window and climbing out, I breathe in slight anticipation.

'Maybe he's on duty tonight...'

(Sabo's POV)

I watch Ace leave the dining room with a hurt look in his eyes. 'I over did it.' I can't help but think. Pops sighs before he took a sip of his sake.

"I know the brat likes that Sergeant and frankly, I would like to see them together, but Roger wouldn't allow it."

Ah, speaking of the devil. Said man enters the house with Aunt Rouge and Uncle Rayleigh following behind him.

'Just how many people live here?' I sweatdropped.

"Ahaaa Newgate! Pass over the sake you old geezer!" Roger exclaimed, dismissing the tense atmosphere in the room. 'He either doesn't notice it, or he notices and doesn't care. Probably the latter.'

"Gurararara~ Go get your own, this one's mine." Pops said as he hogged up the rest of the sake on the table.

"Aww cmon, you drinked the rest of the booze ya old bastard." Roger complained as he took a seat next to Pops.

"For an old man he really asks like a kid yoi." Marco mumbles. "Tell me about it, and I'm married to him." Aunt Rouge added as she put two fingers on the bridge of her nose.

"Oiii!" Roger exclaimed with a pout. 'He really is a man baby'

"Roger.. Rouge.. there is something we need to...discuss." Pops says as his smile drops.

Sensing the tension in the room, Roger stopped smiling and gave a blank stare. "About what Newgate?" He questioned. "It's about Ace." Pops said.

As if the room dropped below freezing point, Roger gave Pops a ice cold stare as his haki started to leak out.

"What happened to my son?" He asked as he stood up. Marco and Thatch stood next to Pops just in case something happens.

'Now I see why Ace doesn't tell you things, Roger. You're overprotective.' I thought as I made my way over to Luffy.

"Nothing happened to him Roger..." Oyaji paused. "He's just.....experiencing feelings for someone, is all." Pops concluded.

Roger visibly relaxed and smiled "Then what's the problem? You got me all tense for nothing!" He exclaimed as he laugh, but Pops only chuckled. "Ah but wait, he's interested in an officer. Down at the GPD, there's a smokey Sergeant that's caught Ace's attention." Pops said

Roger's smile disappeared and was replaced with an angry scowl almost immediately.

"Absolutely not. There's NO WAY I'm letting my only son date an officer. After what they did to us?! No way." He said as he threw his hands up. Roger only looked away in anger and slight disbelief.

"If I may ask...what happened exactly yoi?" Marco questioned. Though, this is the first time I've seen Marco flinch when someone answered his questions.

'Now I reallyyyy understand why Ace don't tell him anything.'

"When Rouge was pregnant with Ace, I was on the run from the government. I was caught and my execution was planned, but they didn't go through with it." He started. "Because it was unsafe, Rouge was forced to hold Ace for 20 months. Thus causing his birth to be heavily delayed. When it was time for Rouge to give birth, I broke out of the prison they kept me in."

As Roger talked, I could feel the raw hatred, and bits of Haki begin to pour out into the room. ~To be continued~

[darkangeldesignstudio]

Dark Horse

**I wasn’t able to get any title art prepared in time for posting so I’m gonna be reusing the one from the first chapter, hope y'all don't mind.**

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Death, Attempted Rape, Strong Language, Mentions of Animal Abuse, and Eventual Smut and Fluff

Setting: Post Civil War era USA. Marvel Cowboy AU.

Preface: Your home is attacked by the Hydra gang and you are rescued by Steve, Bucky, and their group. The government agency, known as Shield, wants them captured and Hydra wants them dead. With nowhere else to go, you join their ragtag group and set out on the adventure of a lifetime. Helping those less fortunate along the way, your small group grows and so does your affection for these two rough and tumble outlaws. When the chips are down, will you all be able to escape unscathed? Or will the boot drop and leave you heartbroken and alone again?

Song: Waiting on a Woman by Brad Paisley

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Chapter Five: Cheating Death

Bruce emerged from your room, wiping the blood from his hands as the slowly rising sun began to lighten the surrounding room. Steve, who’d been dozing in the common room, jumped from his seat. “How is she doing Bruce?”

Steve’s questioning woke Bucky, who listened calmly from his own seat. His bones and muscles ached from fight with Hydra and the hard ride through the snow. But, more than anything else, his heart hurt from the hours of waiting. Steve had sat with him, trying to calm them both with the presence of the other. It worked long enough for Bucky to fall asleep, and he was thankful for the rest. Even if it was only a few hours.

“I removed the fragments and the bleeding has stopped, but she’s lost a lot of blood. I don’t think she will be up for a while. Best to let her sleep so her body has time to heal. I will keep an eye out for infection over the next few days.” Smiling at the men, Bruce left the room to get some rest.

“What are you waiting for, Steve?” Bucky smiled as Steve whirled around to face him, looking half scared and half relieved. “Go see the girl. I’ll wait out here.”

Shaking his head, Steve took the few steps across the room to reach for Bucky’s hand. “We go together, Buck. Like always.”

Bucky’s smile lit up the surrounding room. Taking Steve’s hand, he was yanked from his chair and into the large blonde’s arms. Steve shook with relief. Bucky patted his partner on the shoulder, knowing how hard this situation had been on his friend. It must have dredged up a lot of old memories for both of them.

Pulling away, Steve turned back towards your room and they walked inside together.

Stopping inside the doorway, they looked upon your pale frame, comfortably nestled into the thin mattress. You were covered in clean sheets; your exposed arm and face were also clean. The men suspected that was Jarvis’s doing as Bruce would have been too busy with your wound to worry about such “trivialities” as modesty. A white bandage graced your shoulder, hiding the stitching of your wound. For that, Steve was grateful. He wasn’t sure he could handle seeing your injury for a while. Wounds like yours brought back too many memories.

Bucky, ducking around Steve’s large body, moved to your bedside and kneeled on the floor to have a closer look. Leaning over you, he took in your peaceful visage and it calmed his heart. Knowing you would be okay was a balm to his soul. He wasn’t sure he could handle losing you, even if you had just met. Glancing back towards Steve, he realized the blonde hadn’t moved a step.

“You okay, Steve?”

Snapping out of his trance, Steve met Bucky’s blue-green gaze. There was concern in his eyes and Steve wanted nothing more than to quiet his friend’s fears. “I’m good, Buck. Just, I wish I could have done more for her. I mean, I’m glad you could get her here in time, but when I saw you both race off into that blizzard, I felt so hopeless.”

With a tilt of his head and a small smile, Bucky reached out his hand, beckoning the large man closer. When Steve settled onto the floor beside him, Bucky stood giving the larger man room to see you for himself. Looking down on his partner, Bucky took a calming breath. He didn’t enjoy seeing his friend in this state of mind. Steve was a strong, dependable man and loyal to a fault. He loved with all of his heart and “hopeless” should never have been a word in his vocabulary, least of all in his personality.

But, Bucky remembered where they had both come from. Seeing Steve now, you never would have known he was such a pipsqueak growing up. Laughing to himself, Bucky thought of all the times he had to get Steve out of scraps that his mouth got him into. The man had a spirit as wild as any mustang and his size hadn’t stopped him from expressing his opinions with words or small fists. At first, Bucky had thought it annoying, but over time it had become endearing.

Once Steve had hit his growth spurt, growing in stature and muscle seemingly overnight, they had become partners in every sense of the word. No longer did Bucky need to worry about his friend, preferring to join him in his antics once he didn’t have to worry as much. Bucky knew Steve’s past weakness still haunted him, especially in situations like this one, but he wasn’t the only one who felt helpless and, like Steve, Bucky wished he could quell those fears and uncertainties.

“You’re not the only one, Stevie.”

Peering over his shoulder, Steve looked at Bucky’s tense form. He stood against the wall behind him, arms crossed protectively over his chest and looking towards the door. “What do you mean, Buck?”

Taking a deep breath, Bucky turned to meet Steve’s eyes. “You aint the only one who felt that way.”

Steve wasn’t sure what Bucky meant, but he said nothing. Willing to let Bucky speak on the matter on his own terms. Steve only waited, giving the brunette his full attention.

“When she was in her room, I could hear her crying. I wanted to comfort her, more than anything else, I wanted to help her, but I retreated. I continued to help the others pack instead of staying with you to comfort her.” Bucky lowered his head, too embarrassed to meet Steve’s eyes. “I saw you. When you took her into your arms, I saw you comfort her. I wished that it could have been me, that I could have been strong enough, brave enough, to stay and do the same. I felt so useless in that moment.”

Steve wanted to stand, wanted to take his friend into his arms and comfort him, just as he had comforted you, but he didn’t want to embarrass the man more than he already was. Luckily, he didn’t have to say anything.

“Look at you two. Moping like a couple of kicked pups.”

The two men whipped their heads around to stare at your tired smile. Steve sat up taller, gripping your hand in his, as Bucky sidled up to the bed. His hip bumped Steve’s shoulder as he took a seat on the bed next to your knee.

“You should be resting, darlin’. Not worrying about us.” Steve’s smile was relieved, even as he scolded you. It made your own grow as you squeezed his hand in a comforting gesture.

“Oh, I will be more than happy to rest as soon as you two stop worrying about the past. Like my momma used to say, ‘worry is like a rocking chair, it gives you something to do, but it gets you nowhere’.” Bucky’s face finally lit up with a genuine smile as he met your gaze, it made your heart skip a beat. Steve noticed the look that passed between you both, but he didn’t say anything.

“Sorry, Y/N. We didn’t mean to wake you up.” Bucky leaned forward, pushing a strand of hair from your forehead. You felt the blush begin to travel the length of your neck and willed it down. That was the last thing you needed; you had just met these men.

“How’s my horse, Buck?” Your smirk was devious as Bucky’s eyes lit up.

“He’s fine, doll.” Standing, Bucky walked to the head of the bed. You followed him with your eyes as he leaned down to place a tender kiss on your hair. “Get some sleep. I promised to bring you to him as soon as Bruce cleared you to move around. I don’t wanna keep him waiting for too long.”

Backing away, Bucky observed as a bright red blush filled your cheeks. He smiled as Steve followed his lead.

Steve squeezed your hand before bringing it to his lips. Your face felt hotter than ever, ears growing red with the sweet gesture, but a small bit of fear gripped your heart as they both began to leave. “Promise you will be here when I wake up?”

Your small voice stopped them in their tracks. Bucky and Steve met each other’s gaze before shifting back to yours. Two sets of blue eyes, filled with affection, seemed to bore into your soul as your own eyes became heavy. Just as blackness took over again, you heard their answer.

“We promise, Y/N.”

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You wake again, noticing the midday sun through the window and that the snow had stopped falling as well. It could have been hours or days since the last time you were awake, but there was no way to know without asking. Glancing towards the door, you notice Steve asleep in a chair next to you, his upper body was slumped onto the bed next to you with his arms pillowed under his head and your hand gripped in his own. His face was peaceful in the light and you wanted nothing more than to run your fingers through his overly long hair. You wondered if it would feel as soft as it appeared.

The sound of a creaking floorboard catches your attention and your eyes meet Bucky’s in the doorway. His cheeks are flushed from the cold outside as he smiled at you from the doorway. Removing his jacket, he lays it down on the dresser as he approaches. Steve stirs, catching your attention as he snuggles his head into your lap. Your cheeks redden as you stare at Bucky with wide eyes.

The smile on Bucky’s face puts you at ease as he grabs the blanket from the back of Steve’s chair and drapes it over the man’s shoulders. Facing back towards you, he puts his finger over his lips, asking you not to wake Steve as he closes the curtain over the window and exits the room again.

Peering back to the peacefully sleeping man at your side, you slowly lift your right hand and run your fingers through his golden locks. You smile as the soft strands glide through your fingers, helping you to relax back into sleep again.

His hair really was as soft as it appeared.

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The next time you woke to them both in your room, it was obvious that they were exhausted, neglecting themselves in favor of watching over you. It was sweet that they were worried for you, but it would do the group no good if they weren’t in top form. It seemed you weren’t the only one who noticed.

You heard Natasha’s voice as she called Steve and Bucky into the common room. You closed your eyes quickly. Feigning sleep as not to keep them from something important.

Steve and Bucky exited your room, only to be met with the rest of their group. Steve became immediately suspicious. “What’s all this about?”

Natasha looked to the rest of the group who appeared unwilling to speak. Scoffing at them she surged ahead. “You two need rest. I realize you promised Y/N that you would be there when she needed you, but you are running yourselves into the ground. What if Hydra attacks? What if you are too tired to protect yourselves? We can’t keep this place safe if we’re worried about keeping you two alive as well.”

Listening to Natasha berate them made you wish you hadn’t asked that promise of them. You felt guilty for keeping the men away from their friends and family. You were only a stranger after all. Why worry about you at all?

You stared up at the ceiling, listening to the group bicker back and forth as your heart filled with regret and guilt. Then, everything stopped. The house became quiet as death. It was as if the world held its breath. An eerie feeling crept up your spine.

Eyes. There were eyes staring at you from the room, but it wasn’t like before. There was no malice to be felt in the gaze, helping you bolster yourself into finding those eyes for yourself.

Slowly, you propped yourself up on your elbows and gazed around the room. You froze when golden eyes met your own. A giant wolf stood in the doorway to your room, but there was something different about this wolf. His eyes were intelligent and… kind?

“Esa, have you come to punish this Dark Horse for cheating death again? Or are you merely visiting an old friend?”

Long, white fur rustled like silk as he approached the foot of your bed. His eyes never left yours, even as he leapt onto the mattress. It bowed under his weight as he settled himself down between your legs, which you had to widen substantially to accommodate him. He stared into your eyes, waiting patiently without a sound. It was as if he was asking permission to sleep there. Beaming at the beautiful beast, you nodded and he laid his head on your stomach. Moments later he was snoring and you couldn’t help but smile as you sunk your fingers into his soft fur and followed him into the land of dreams.

Bucky and Steve shared a glance as they watched Soldat enter your room. Your greeting perplexed them, but they let it go for now. Turning back to the group, they relented. They would rest, take a break from watching over you. They trusted Soldat to get them if anything was wrong. Soon, they were settled into their own beds, getting some much-needed rest.

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Voices woke you in the middle of the night. Opening your eyes, you found yourself in the room you had come to call your own over the past few days. Your door was ajar and Soldat’s head was in your lap again, his ears swiveled from the open door to you and he gingerly lifted his head to peer down at you, his pink tongue lolled out the side of his mouth as he gave you a happy grin and his tail began to thump against the mattress.

Petting his head you shushed him, wanting to hear what was going on outside your door. From the voices, you could tell it was Steve and Bucky out there, probably sitting in front of the fireplace to keep warm. It was still snowy and freezing outside, so it wouldn’t be a surprise to see them huddled around the fire. But the tone in their voices was anything but merry.

Bucky’s voice was gruff with sleep as he spoke with his friend. Steve didn’t say much, letting Bucky take the lead in spilling his guts. He had had another nightmare about Hydra, one of the worst memories from his time as their captive, a memory that he had yet to share with his best friend. Bucky just didn’t want to put those thoughts into Steve’s head. He didn’t deserve to bear these burdens, but Steve would have nothing of it. It was time for Bucky to come to peace with what happened.

“I’m sorry for keeping this from you, Steve. I just didn’t want you to feel obligated to carry these nightmares with you.”

Gripping Bucky’s shoulder, Steve looked at his friend with guilt in his eyes. “I realized you had kept secrets about the time they held you, and I didn’t push you about telling me all of it. Thought it was because you had seemed to be better, but it was really because I was a coward and didn’t want to know the horrors you went through there. If I did… well, I’m not sure I could stop myself from slaughtering them all once I found them.”

“I understand, Steve. I want revenge just as much as you do, but I don’t want to risk my freedom either. Shield already wants us in custody and there’s no telling how much Hydra has had to do with that. But, if you really want to know I will tell you, just don’t go risking your life for my sake. I’ve been dealing with this for three years now, what's a few more?”

With a nod, Steve settled into his chair and waited for Bucky to tell his story. You sat up in your bed, straining your ears so you could hear them a bit better. Soldat looked as if he wanted to tell them you were up, but he settled back down when you began rubbing his fluffy ears. You waited with bated breath, hoping to learn something about these men and their pasts, but the story Bucky shared that night was not what you expected.

Bucky spilled his guts to Steve that night, sharing the entire ordeal he had gone through while in Hydra’s embrace. The torture, the brainwashing, the beatings, the days they had deprived him of food and water to try to get him to talk, and the multitude of things they had made him do for them. They had forced him to watch as they killed innocent people and when they got tired of making him watch; they made him do it himself.

His voice shook as he told Steve about how Soldat had saved him. How he had found common ground with the beautiful beast that they tortured and beat on a daily basis. Soldat was just another plaything for the monsters of Hydra, a tool they could use to kill and hurt other people. He had bonded with the wolf hybrid over time and they eventually made their escape. Running into the wooded area around the Hydra base where they had both been kept, killing a few thugs that tried to stop them along the way.

You didn’t realize when the tears had begun to flow down your face, hadn’t even paid any mind to how you were feeling as your heart broke for this man and the beauty that cuddled you in your bed. Soldat licked the tears from your cheek, shaking you out of your trance.

“It took us three days to get out of those woods, Steve. Three horrible fucking days until we reached that tiny ass town in the middle of nowhere. They didn’t want to help me, scared that Soldat would kill their livestock, scared that I was a thief. So, we pressed on until Soldat caught a scent of something. I thought nothing of it, but he wouldn’t come off the scent, so I followed him.”

Bucky’s laugh was bitter and broken, shaking with the memories of that night that they found salvation. “He took me to a small camp in a clearing. It was the middle of the night, but an old woman was sitting outside the tent as if she was waiting for us. Soldat took off, running to her as if he had known her for years and just posted himself up in her lap. I tried to stop him, tried to apologize to the woman, but she shook me off. Said she was more than happy to welcome Esa to sit by her fire. That woman saved our lives that night and then she just disappeared. I never thought about that day again, until yesterday.”

Before you had even registered your actions, you pulled yourself from the bed. Bruce hadn’t cleared you to get up and move around, but Bucky deserved to hear the truth.

“When Y/N said the same thing to Soldat, I guess it brought back all those memories.”

Soldat left your room first, sitting himself between the two men and looking back at you as if announcing your arrival. The men looked to you a moment later and you caught the glistening of their eyes from the firelight. Your face matched theirs as the tears began running down your cheeks again. Looking to Bucky you smiled, slowly making your way to them as you spoke.

“It was my grandmother you met that night, Bucky. She told me the story of that night many times before her death. It was my favorite story, as it was the beginning of the wish she had for me.”

You stumbled a bit and Steve stood to help you into his vacated seat by the fire placing his hand on your uninjured shoulder. Reaching over to Bucky, you took his hand in yours and placed your other hand on top of Steve’s. “You must have many questions for me, and I promise I will answer them when the time is right, but first I must tell you the story of Esa and his brother, Coyote.”

Looking between their faces, you noted the confused excitement in their eyes. Bucky seemed a bit disappointed that he wouldn’t get to hear the whole story right now, but you just smirked when his eyes met yours. “That is if you don’t mind waiting a bit for the full story, James?”

Bucky heart clenched when you spoke his name, nobody but his family and Steve had ever used his name and it made something new stir in his chest. Steve laughed as he watched the blush rise in his partner’s cheeks.

“Take your time. We don’t mind waitin’ on a woman.”

[yeunbins]

till dusk, till dawn

➳ summary: in apocalyptic world, is there a chance for you to find love?

➳ genre: apocalyptic!au

➳ a/n: gif creds goes to @hayoonbin! this was requested by annonue and i got too carried away writing it and uGh i love it so much!! kinda inspired by multiple zombie movies esp. the walking dead!

“mom, what are those?” your voice quivered in fear. You see your mom stagger up the stairs and run towards your room. she grabs a backpack from your closet and stuffs clothes, the first aid kit, and water in it. “mom answer me!” you cried out loud. “run and never look back” her voice boomed. You look at her crying face in confusion. she shows her arm which revealed a bite mark. you run up to her and sobbed. You felt her stroke your hair in a loving manner. “I love you, sweetie” she says truthfully as your mom feels herself turning. the bangs downstairs got louder and louder. “mom please” you sobbed. your mom suddenly grabs a pistol. “mom.. what are you doing?” you asked in panic. “after I fire this gun, promise me you will take this and run” she looks at you dead in the eye “no mom!” you tried to stop her but its too late. she pulled the trigger. “ MOM!!” you screamed in agony.

you woke up from your daydream when you heard a clunk at the other side of the store. In a hurry, you grabbed the canned goods and other necessities you needed and shoved them in your bag. you stealthily paced around the store to check where the sound came from. you peeked over at the shelves to see a zombie. Not wasting any more time, you threw your army knife at his head. you watched the zombie fall to the ground. you look down at the zombie with your knife on its head. “poor guy” you say out loud. you pulled the knife from his head and ran out of the convenience store.

running out the store, you were greeted with the fresh air with the smell of rotting bodies. you were used to this kind of lifestyle by now. killing zombies here and there, finding abandoned houses in the rich subdivisions or in the villages to sleep in. your main “home” as you called it was in the forest. you knew your way in and out of the forest in your town. though there are still some parts of it to be discovered. you are now headed to the front and you see a hoard of zombies ahead of your direction. you didn’t bring attention to yourself by walking cautiously. even if there was a zombie in front of you, you would just stab them on the head.

—

it was just a regular day at the treasure base. asahi, yoshinori, and jaehyuk were getting down from the watch towers from their night shift. byunggon calls everyone to the dining area for their daily meeting. “any news?” byunggon asks everyone who was still in a sleepy state. “nothing from the night before hyung” asahi reports. “hmm. I guess that’s like a daily thing now” seunghun comments.

as everyone was busy reporting the activities from the dag before, byunggon checks the members attendance. “where’s mashiho?” byunggon asks. “in the kitchen hyung!” yedam answers. byunggon noticed the meeting was awfully quiet.

“where’s jihoon, junkyu, and the rookie?” as on cue, the three stumble together at the door. “present.. for duty.. hyung” junkyu tries to hold in his laughter.

keyword: tried.

Byunggon massaged his temples at the three. “So, what are we-“ “hyung we ran out of food!” mashiho runs in. “NO FOOD?!” hajeongwoo exclaim in sync. “WHAT!?” junkyu screams in a high voice. “everybody listen up!” seunghun slams his fist against the metal table. all The boys stopped what they were doing. “thanks bro” byunggon bumps his fist with seunghun seunghun. “no problem” seunghun grins. “anyway, since we’re out of food, jihoon, junkyu, and the rookie here,” byunggon points at the three. “you three will scout for our food” he finishes. “great! we’re gonna go outside again” jihoon laughs, “and we try not to get killed yeehaw!” junkyu adds but ruins the mood. both leaders, byunggon and seunghun facepalm. “just head over to doyoungie and hyunsukie’s station to get your guns.” seunghun sighs. “copy that!”

“we’re in scouting duty again!” junkyu giggles. “ yep. but its our rookie’s first misson” jihoon coos at yoonbin, who just vaguely smiles a bit. “ aw come on, rookie! loosen up a bit” Jihoon throws his hand over yoonbin’s shoulder. “come on, guys. It’s not the time to—what was that?” rustling was heard. the three boys gripped their guns tightly against their chest.

—

you are now walking through the forest. just feeling the cold breeze hit your skin brings you relaxation or peace despite living in a apocalyptic world where the dead wants to eat you alive. your train of thought was cut short when you heard voices nearby. you dropped your bag filled with goods and hid around a tree.

“yo! who would leave this!!” a giddy voice exclaims. “be quiet man! you’re gonna bring us attention!” another voice hushed. “careful, we don’t know if there’s a catch” a deep voice interfers. “please” the other boy scoffs, “like there’s any other—“

he gets cut off by you grabbing a boy and holding a knife against his neck. 2 guns were pointed at you. “drop your weapons” you demanded. they slowly complied and dropped theirs. Even the boy you held hostage dropped his gun.

“who are you and what are you doing here?!” you pointed the knife towards the two boys who were holding their hands up. “i’m jihoon and thats junkyu” jihoon points to the guy beside him. “the one you held hostage is yoonbin” he then points to the boy you’re holding. “we’re scouting for food for our base” he explains.

“what base? there aren’t any bases here!” you raise your brow at the two boys. as you try to get information from them, you didn’t notice yoonbin who took the opportunity to flip you around. so now you’re the one who’s held hostage. “FUCK!” you yelped

“oH MY GOD DUDE DID YOU SEE THAT?! BYUNGGON HYUNG IS GONNA BE SO HAPPY AND SHOCKED” junkyu jumps. “guess we’re taking you hostage, lady” yoonbin whispers in your ear. “we’re gonna take your food if you don’t mind!” jihoon smiles as he grabs your little duffle bag filled with canned goods. “FUCK OFF THAT’S MINE” you trashed around yoonbin’s arms. “not anymore~” junkyu says in a sing song voice. “c’mon rookie. let’s head back now” jihoon commands. yoonbin pushed you harshly and now you four were walking to their base.

–

“you’re back early– whO IS THAT?!” jeongwoo screams over the intercom. “a stranger danger that’s what” jihoon mumbles enough for you to hear. you kicked jihoon’s ass which caused him to yell in pain. “DUDE! control her! she kicked my ass!” jihoon complained. “literally” junkyu joked. you snap your head at him and gave him a glare. “sorry” he says quickly. “you’re quite feisty aren’t you” yoonbin tries to give you a small talk, only for you to give him your best death glare. “cool” he replies.

you were now walking to the front door. their base reminded you of an army base with all the wires and metal doors everywhere. not to mention the watch towers and all that. “hyung! we found another civilian!” junkyu reports. “this time she’s a bit hostile” jihoon whispers over to byunggon. “where is she?” byunggon asked the two. “she’s with the rookie. oh my god hyung like he did a backflip and shit and the girl can’t do anything!” junkyu blabbered.

“it’s a girl?! hyunsuk and seunghun both piped up. “yeah–“ before jihoon could finish his sentence, byunggon, seunghun and hyunsuk ran off to where yoonbin was guarding you.

–

“you know, you could always let go of me right?” you smile fakely at yoonbin who’s still holding your arms together. “no can do. you’re hostile as fuck” he comments. “what the fuck is that supposed to mean?!” you start to raise your voice. “this is exactly why i can’t let you go” he counters. you huff at your place and try to find something to distract him. you spot an ajar door. an idea came into mind.

“oH MY GOD LOOK THERE MIGHT BE A ZOMBIE” you screamed. yoonbin got startled, “WHERE?!” he looks around frantically. taking this as an opportunity that he’s distracted, you ran away from him. “wha– come back here!” he yells. you sprinted faster but he’s catching up.

‘for a rookie they’re talking about, he’s pretty good’ you thought to yourself. you were now running around a goddamn table. you hear yoonbin ‘tsked’ and slid over to your side. “FUCK DUDE IT AINT THAT SERIOUS” you cry out as you ran faster than ever.

he finally catches up and tackles you to the ground. “you aren’t going anywhere” he says coldly. “yeah i am” you argue as you fight against him. “do you ever give up?” he pants as he tries to block your attacks. “nope, never” you smile. suddenly you felt something prick you. “ow!” you pushed yoonbin off of you as you felt yourself getting dizzy. “wha– the” you slurred. the last thing you remember was falling and you feel yourself being lifted and you’re out like a light.

—

you jolt up from the hard bed. hitting your head angst a shelf in the process. “fuCK!” you cursed loudly. “she’s awake!” you hear an unfamiliar voice call out. suddenly, a group of boys scrambled inside the room. “oh wow” one comments. “oh no she has a bruise forming” another comments. “i got the ice” another announces. “damn rookie what did you do to her” one jokes and the whole group broke into laughter.

“who the fuck are you guys” you ask them. “damn, you’re right hoon. she’s feisty as shit!” a blonde boy exclaims. “told ya” jihoon’s familiar voice echoed in the room.

“hello! i’m byunggon. i’m the group’s leader. you’re at our base. you are another civilian we found around the area!” byunggon introduces himself. “here around me are the other civilians me and seunghun found.” he points to a tall boy who’s smiling like a dad.

“this is hyunsuk, yedam, jaehyuk, doyoung, yoshinori and asahi” he points to the boys behind him. “and you already met those three” he then points to jihoon, junkyu and yoonbin who was leaning against the doorframe.

“i know what you feel right now. so we’ll give you time to take in everything.” byunggon puts a hand on your shoulder. “mashiho, make her some food. yedam, give her an ice pack” he looks at mashiho and yedam who were standing outside. “got it hyung!” they say. byunggon stands up and walks over to jihoon, junkyu and yoonbin.

“you three, watch over her incase she plans anything funny” byunggon whispers to the three. “nah hyung, let’s just leave it to the rookie here” jihoon teases yoonbin. “fuck off” yoonbin rolls his eyes. junkyu winked at byunggon hoping he got the idea. byunggon looked like he was about to laugh.

“okay then, rookie, watch over her for tonight” byunggon smirks at yoonbin who groaned and threw death glares at the two idiots. “bye~” they waved as they ran for their lives after leaving the room.

you watched as mashiho placed down a plate filled with food. you looked at him and mouthed a quick ‘thank you’ he shows you a toothy grin and walks off together with yedam who shyly gave you the ice pack. they both ran off and closed the door right after. you were now laying down at the bed with your hand holding an ice pack against your forehead.

“for someone who’s gonna watch over me, you don’t talk much” you comment at yoonbin who’s just standing at the corner with a gun. “just doing what i’m told to” he replies. you scoffed, “yeah right, sure”

“why won’t we start with the basics, like introducing ourselves. hey! that’s a good idea” you open up a conversation. you hear yoonbin sigh, “fine. what’s your name?” he asks. you gasp and put your hand over your chest. “i thought you’d never ask!” you say. he rolls his eyes at you. “anyway i’m y/n” you smile at him.

after hours of just talking about anything, yoonbin hears your breathing go steady. indicating you have already fallen asleep. he quietly tip toes outside where he could leave you asleep in peace. he closed the door quietly as he could. suddenly, a hand grabbed his shoulder. “hey rookie” it was byunggon.

“hey.. uh hyung” yoonbin smiles politely at the leader. “i see that you did something earlier with our new comer huh” he smiles at yoonbin. ‘oh no, is this going somewhere’ yoonbin thinks to himself. “i need you to be with her for a few days. like give her a tour and all that shit. make sure she has something to do. is that okay?” byunggon asks. ‘fuck’ he thought. knowing he can’t say no to gon, he agrees. “okay” byunggon smiles widely, “ey! that’s our rookie! get some rest, you have a long day ahead of you” byunggon pats his chest.

yoonbin walks through the long hallways as he goes to his room. his room was kinda small but it has a bed and that’s all what matters. his neighbors are mashiho and seunghun. who are both busy everyday. he drops his gun on the floor, he opens the small closet and changes into his hoodie and sweats. he crawls to his bed, making himself comfy. once he’s adjusted, yoonbin sighs before being knocked out cold.