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Declassified [13] - Barbecue

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support my loves, you are so amazing🩷

Friendly reminder that I will be on vacation in July, so I won't have access to my laptop🩷 We will have the next chapter around August 1-2 but my headcanons and asks and everything else is open as usual! 🩷 So please let me know what you think, and I hope you like this chapter! 🩷

Pairing: Congressman!Bucky x Female!Reader

Summary: Anything can happen at a barbecue.

Warnings: Explicit language, adult themes, MDNI.

Word Count: 6.6k

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A short white sundress wasn’t exactly professional but then again, everyone else in the team was going to show up in casual clothes anyway.

Even you had to admit, this was a good PR move. Having a barbecue party at his place surrounded by his team and his family –Wilsons— not only sounded fun but also would show the rest of the world that he wasn’t affected by his breakup, and business was as usual.

So technically, the sundress was purely because of PR reasons and not because you wanted him to think you were pretty.

 Technically being the key word.

You fixed your hair and your dress as much as you could with one hand while holding a stack of files and a box of cookies in the other, then knocked on his door and stepped back. Excitement was rushing through your system already, and you took a deep breath to calm yourself down, then looked up as the door opened.

“So I know I came a little early and brought work but the alternative was for me to work in the middle of the barbecue which is like not ideal in terms of PR, so I also brought cookies.”

Bucky looked frozen as he eyed you up and down, his mouth slightly open and you tilted your head in confusion.

“Bucky?”

His eyes whipped to yours and he shook his head as if trying to snap out of the daze he was in, then immediately got the files and the box of cookies from your hands.

“Hey,” he said. “Uh—come in!”

You stepped inside and smiled at Alpine who had run to the hallway to see what was happening.

“Hello my pretty princess!” you cooed, crouching down so that you could pet her. She purred, bumping her head against your hand before she closed her eyes while you ran your fingers through her soft fur.

“I still cannot believe she lets you pet her.”

“She likes me,” you said. “Don’t you Alpine?”

Her answer was rubbing her face against your hand and you scratched at her head, then stood up again to look around. This was bigger than his earlier place which you figured was normal for a Congressman, but it still had Bucky’s characteristics scattered around. His old pictures with The Howling Commandos as well as with Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson were framed on the walls, and as you passed by the living room, you could see his records and phonogram at the corner. You followed him to the kitchen, eyeing his muscular body hungrily, biting at your lip.

How did this man look good both in a suit and casual clothes?

“So.” He pulled you out of your daze as he placed the files and cookies on the kitchen island. “You shouldn’t have.”

“I mean.” You plopped down the stool. “It’s not like I baked them. I don’t want to poison you or the rest of the team.”

He let out a chuckle. “Really?”

“I don’t know how to bake,” you said. “And also I needed bribery so that you’d take a look at the files I brought.”

He eyed them wearily. “That’s a lot of pages.”

“But hey, the cookies are delicious.” You opened the box to turn it in his direction, wiggling your brows. “Try one.”

He heaved a sigh and grabbed one, then bit into it and raised his brows.

“Wow.”

“Right?”

“I’m not sure I know this flavor.”

“Blueberry coffee.”

“Blueberry coffee?” he repeated and you grinned.

“Yeah well, I happen to know you don’t like it too sweet,” you said. “The guy at the register said this one is pretty good—I still refuse to believe you don’t like dessert.”

“It’s not that I don’t like it,” he said. “I just don’t like too much sugar.”

“I could eat dessert for breakfast, lunch and dinner.” You clasped your hands under your chin. “Did you always dislike it?”

“Well,” he trailed off and shrugged his shoulders. “I mean sugar was rationed, so I didn’t grow up with too much of it. We had it better than most folk but we still didn’t use much. And then the war and then HYDRA...It took me a while to get used to food when I got back, and desserts weren’t the priority.”

You pursed your lips, your heart clenching with compassion. “Sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

“Don’t be, I don’t mind.”

“You hate it when people ask you about your past though.”

He shook his head. “I don’t if you’re the one asking me.”

You could feel a smile warming your face, and you bit down on your lip.

“Well then, I’m making it my personal challenge to find desserts that you’ll like,” you said as he took another bite of the cookie. “And I’m warning you, I’m very ambitious.”

“Oh really?” he teased you, smiling back. “I haven’t noticed.”

“So I will succeed,” you said and reached out to grab the file at the top, then opened it. “Speaking of succeeding, I need you to take a look at these.”

He took a look at the multiple files, then turned to you.

“Coffee?”

“Oh my God, yes please.”

                                               *

The problem with you and Bucky working alone was that you got along way too well. When you were around other people you could work efficiently but when it you were alone, you got way too distracted.

Like you were right now.

“That’s not a valid answer!” he insisted and you gasped.

“It is!”

“It’s not, it goes against the game.”

“There’s only one logical answer to the 3 things you should take to a deserted island. Powerboat, satellite phone, water filter.”

“Nope.”

“The goal is to get the fuck out of the island!” you insisted, moving your hands to emphasize your point and he shook his head.

“That’s cheating.”

“Fine, what am I supposed to take with me, genius?”

“Knife to hunt for food so you don’t starve, water to not die of dehydration, blanket to not freeze to death at night.” He counted with his fingers. “The goal is survival.”

“I wouldn’t survive a day in nature,” you said. “Like, if I’m ever in the nature, I’ll just let it kill me.”

“That’s not…”

“Also,” you added. “What if the animal I need to kill is a cute deer? What am I gonna do, kill Bambi?”

“Again, you have to survive somehow.”

You gasped. “Not at the expense of Bambi!”

“Sorry about Bambi,” he deadpanned and you made a face.

“Like I said,” you muttered. “I’m not hunting, I’m getting the hell out of the island. You have fun playing Survivor there.”

“See you’re saying this now but if we were both on the island, you’d be eating Bambi.”

“Bucky!”

“I’d just lie to you about where it came from.”

Your jaw dropped and you pushed at his arm, making him let out a laugh.

 “Bambi is in a farm,” he said, trying to keep a straight face, “where she can run all she wants and be happy—”

“Keep talking like that and I’ll get on my powerboat and leave you behind,” you insisted, pointing a finger at him. “I’m just not built for survival, okay? I can barely survive seasonal change, you think I’ll survive a goddamn island? Nope.”

“I’d keep you alive,” he said nonchalantly, reaching out into the box to get another cookie while you turned your phone in your hand.

“Okay, my turn.” You sat up straighter. “We talked about this the other day with Kels and Caleb.”

“I’m listening.”

“Let’s say you woke up tomorrow,” you said. “And everything is perfect. What’s the first thing you’d want to see?”

He raised his brows, a small smile playing on his lips and you took a sip of your coffee.

“Nothing is off limits,” you said. “And no judging, because Caleb said he’d wake up to a bank account of seven figures and had to deal with Kelsey asking him ‘what about world peace you heartless ass?’ for like days whenever he opened his mouth.”

Bucky let out a chuckle, humming as if he couldn’t decide whether he wanted to tell you or not. You narrowed your eyes at him, resting your elbows on the kitchen island and leaning in.

“Come on,” you taunted him. “Say it.”

“In a perfect world?”

“Yeah,” you said. “You can be totally selfish. What do you wake up to?”

His blue eyes searched your face, his smile fading as he swallowed thickly, then took a deep breath.

“You,” he said. “Next to me.”

Your gaze snapped up to his, the gears in your mind screeching to a halt, your breath hitching in your throat. You could feel your heart hammering in your chest, warmth rushing through your system so fast that it made you lightheaded while you tried your hardest to think through the haze.

Bucky liked you back.

…Oh God, he liked you back.

You could swear your whole body was shaking as you took a trembling breath in a desperate attempt to find your voice but before you could say anything, several voices carried out into the kitchen from the front door; Sam, Cass and AJ, and Sarah.

“Buck?”

“Uncle Bucky!”

“Boys, don’t run!”

Hurried footsteps approached and Bucky had to force himself to tear his gaze from yours, then turned to catch AJ and Cass who flung themselves to him mid-air.

“Whoa, did you guys get bigger since I last saw you?” he asked, making them giggle and you tried to pull yourself together, then waved at them.

“Hi guys.”

“Hi!”

“Oh hey there!” Sarah only hesitated for a moment by the doorframe before she went to kiss Bucky’s cheek, then turned to you. “It’s been so long, how have you been?”

“Good,” you managed to squeak out and then cleared your throat. “Great, and you?”

 “I left the door open because there are more people—” Sam paused when he saw you, his eyes going from you to Bucky and to you again. “Uh…more people coming. Hey.”

“Hi Sam, it’s great to see you.”

“Bucky, I already like your—no no no, Alpine, I come in peace!” Caleb’s voice reached the kitchen and Bucky put the boys down, then made his way to the hallway as if nothing was out of the ordinary, as if you weren’t about to pass out in the middle of the kitchen in front of Sam and Sarah.

“And I thought we were here early,” Sam commented, earning a not-so-subtle jab to his ribs from Sarah and you licked your lips, then nodded your head.

“Yeah I…we—we were working.” You vaguely motioned at the files on the kitchen island, your hands still shaky, and you cleared your throat again. “Um—excuse me.”

You made your way out of the kitchen to the hallway and grabbed Kelsey’s arm while Bucky was distracted by the rest of the team asking him where to put the things they brought before you pulled her into the bathroom and slammed the door behind you.

“What’s going on?” she asked and you covered your mouth, jumping up and down with a squeal.

“Kels…”

“What?”

“He likes me.”

Kelsey pulled her brows together. “What?”

You let out a giggle and dropped your hands, your cheeks almost hurting with how wide you were smiling while you bounced on the balls of your feet, your heart still slamming against your chest.

“Bucky,” you whispered. “He…he likes me.”

“Oh my God!” Kelsey pulled you into a tight hug, then pulled back to look at you better. “He said it?”

“Well he—you know, I asked him that question we were talking about the other day, the perfect world one. And he said he’d wake up next to me.”

“Holy shit!” Kelsey whispered and grabbed at your hand. “See? I told you!”

“I can’t believe it,” you said and let out a teary laugh, then fanned at your face with your other hand. “I’m gonna cry I think—”

“Nope you’re not, because the team will start asking questions,” Kelsey said and you took a deep breath, sniffling. “Then?”

“Then Sarah and Sam showed up, and then you guys.”

Kelsey blinked a couple of times. “You guys didn’t even kiss yet?”

“I couldn’t even tell him I like him back yet!” you whispered. “And I—how am I gonna get him alone without the whole team noticing?”

“Yeah, that’s too dangerous right now,” Kelsey said, then shrugged her shoulders. “You’ll have to wait until we all leave.”

Your eyes widened. “That’s hours away!”

“You two waited this long, you can wait a couple of hours,” she said while you let out a whine.

“But I want to kiss him!”

“You will do all that and more, just get through this barbecue nonsense.”

You threw your head back, stomping on your foot like a spoiled kid and Kelsey let out a laugh.

“You’ll be fine,” she said. “Want me to tell Caleb?”

“When you get home, yes,” you said. “I can’t risk anyone hearing it, and the place is full of people.”

“Yeah, good call.”

“And assuming I won’t explode until everyone leaves…”

Kelsey grinned. “To repeat. You could handle seven years of bad sex, you can handle like seven hours until mindblowing sex.”

Your head shot up.

“Wait wait wait,” you said, your heart doing an excited flip. “Do you think he wants to sleep with me? Like, tonight? Because I’m like so so ready but would he want to?”

“No Birdie, once we all leave you guys will hold hands and recite poetry. The fuck do you think?!”

You started fanning your face again.

“I mean I—obviously I really really really like him but also I—I want to jump on him,” you stammered. “Like, both emotional and physical.”

“Shocking,” Kelsey stated. “The sky is blue. Water is wet. You want to fuck Bucky.”

“I mean if he does want to talk about his feelings I can—”

“I don’t think any man would want to talk about his feelings when you’re in that dress and ready to jump in his bed,” Kelsey motioned at you and you beamed at her.

“Aw thank you! I got it from—”

“You can send me the link later,” she said. “We should go before they realize we’re hiding in the bathroom.”

You nodded your head while she opened the door to check the hallway, then stepped outside with you following her suit.

“Remember,” she said. “You’re not doing anything while we’re here. Too risky.”

You nodded again and fixed your hair, letting out a breath.

“Yeah,” you said as you walked with her to the kitchen. “Yeah, of course. Shouldn’t be that hard.”

                                            *

Correction.

It was, in fact, that hard.

You couldn’t focus on a goddamn thing.

You were pretty sure that Bucky had told Sam because they were having a discussion in whispers at the corner of the garden while everyone drank and ate, and the only thing that pulled them out of it was Caleb when he wanted to take pictures with the whole team and Wilsons. You had taken a step in Bucky’s direction for the picture but Kelsey had pulled you to the other side of the crowd, muttering something about PR.

And throughout all that, it was as if you were in a haze.

Bucky’s eyes barely left you the whole day, though he hadn’t come closer to you like he wanted to give you your space to think about it. It was laughable to think he was under the impression that you wouldn’t throw yourself at him after months of pining after him, but Bucky could be very oblivious sometimes so you figured it was normal.

And you were still burning under his gaze, no matter how much you tried to act normal.

“So yeah, apparently Bucky winning gave Paul a huge leverage, just like the rest of us,” Tim said while you stole a look at Bucky who was chuckling at something Caleb said and Sarah let out a laugh, then said something while motioning at Bucky, making Caleb’s jaw drop as Bucky shook his head fervently like he was trying to convince him. “He got like a six figure deal for Senator Holloway’s next campaign. Anyways, I can barely talk to you during work nowadays.”

“Yeah, I’m like swamped with work,” you said, barely paying attention to Tim. “It’s fun but also very busy.”

“Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask you,” he said, clearing his throat like he was trying to gather up courage while Bucky’s eyes found yours, awakening the butterflies in your stomach, a fire sweeping over your face. “Do you want to grab coffee sometime when you’re—”

“I’ll talk to you later, I just remembered an email I’m supposed to send Gray,” you said without so much as hearing what he was saying before you made your way back into the house so that you could calm down a little. You let out a breath and went into the kitchen to fill yourself a glass of water in hopes of helping the fire burning at the pit of your stomach. You took a huge gulp, then turned your head when you heard Cass saying your name from the doorframe.

“Hey,” you said with a small smile. “What’s up?”

“Um, can you help us with something?”

“Sure thing,” you said, following him to the living room and AJ gave you a shy smile, then pointed at the phonograph.

“Do you know if it works?”

“I think so.”

“Can we play it? I would ask uncle Bucky but he’s talking to mom and the other guests.”

“I don’t think Bucky would mind,” you said with a shrug of your shoulders, then stepped closer to the phonograph. “Sure you can. Want me to help?”

“Yes please,” they both said, making you press a hand over your chest.

“You guys are like the sweetest kids in the world,” you said and sat down in front of the phonograph, tucked your legs under you, then pulled a couple of vinyl records from the shelf underneath it. “Do you have a favorite?”

AJ thought for a moment. “We don’t know any old singers.”

“That’s totally fine,” you said gently. “We can pick together then, and it’ll be a surprise to all of us. Exciting, isn’t it?”

They both nodded and sat down, and as if on cue, Alpine jumped from the couch to curl up next to you.

“Hi,” you said with a smile as you ran your fingers through her fur. “Alpine wants to listen to music too, I guess.”

Cass reached out to pet her while you put some of the records on the floor.

“Which one?” you asked them and they both turned their attention on the covers of the records with such serious expressions that one would think they were trying to decide on something incredibly important.

“Do you have a favorite?” Cass asked and you pretended to zip your mouth shut.

“I trust your judgment.”

They exchanged glances and Cass whispered something into AJ’s ear, making him frown before he nodded.

“Um,” he said and pointed at one of the records. “This one?”

“Whoa!” you said. “How did you guys know it’s my favorite?!”

Well, no.

Sinatra wasn’t your favorite, not by a long shot but they didn’t need to know that.

Their eyes shone with excitement and AJ grinned.

“Really?”

“Oh I’m like a huge fan of him,” you said. “Okay, let’s play him then. Who wants to do it?”

“We don’t know how to play it.”

“I’ll tell you. It’s very easy.”

Cass grabbed the record, then looked at you. “What if I break it or something?”

You shrugged your shoulders and dropped your voice like you were giving them a secret.

“I have the exact same record at home,” you whispered. “If you break it, I’ll replace it with mine, and Bucky won’t even notice.”

Cass giggled and pulled out the record out of the sleeve and you turned the phonograph on.

“Okay, you have to move the needle. AJ, can you do it?”

AJ nodded and moved the needle.

“And Cass, can you place the record over there?”

Cass did as you asked.

“And now, let’s put the needle here,” you muttered, reaching out to put the needle on the record, and the melody filled the room, making them gasp. The look of excitement on their faces was so sweet that you couldn’t help but laugh, then clasped your hands together.

“There you go!” you said. “Told you it was easy.”

“Um, how does it work?” AJ asked and you pointed at the record spinning on the player.

“So there are grooves on it,” you said. “On the vinyl. The needle follows—”

“Uncle Bucky!” Cass ran to the door and your heart skipped a beat, and you looked over your shoulder to see Bucky leaning to the doorframe, watching you with a soft light in his eyes. You tried to pull yourself together and cleared your throat, then motioned at the phonograph.

“I’m teaching them how to use it.”

“We picked her favorite record!”

“They’re way too smart,” you told Bucky as if giving him a secret and Bucky chuckled.

“Oh yeah, they are.”

“And then?” AJ insisted. “How does it turn into music?”

“So yeah, the needle!” You turned to the phonograph. “Okay, the needle follows those grooves. You see those?”

“Mm hm.”

“So the needle follows those to make the sound, and there are magnets in the phonograph,” you said. “Those magnets turn it into soundwaves, and then—”

“Uncle Bucky, she looks like a princess,” You heard Cass’s very loud whisper and you bit back a smile.

“She really does, buddy.” Bucky whispered back, making your cheeks burn and AJ rolled his eyes.

“Don’t mind him,” he told you in exasperation like this was a daily occurrence and you repressed a laugh.

“And then those soundwaves follow here, and tada! Music.”

“Because of magnets?”

“Magnets and soundwaves, yeah.”

“Whoa,” AJ said and turned to Bucky. “But Uncle Bucky, you do know you can listen to music on your phone now?”

“He’s old,” you told AJ, shooting a grin at Bucky. “Give him time, he doesn’t know half of the artists we listen to nowadays.”

“I’ll show you my favorite, come on!” AJ ran to him to pull him by the hand. “You’ll love it!”

“Buddy, can you give me a minute?” he asked without pulling his gaze off you and you shook your head and stood up, making Alpine let out a noise of discontent.

“No, come on!” AJ insisted. “It’s really good music!”

“That sounds important,” you said, while Cass nodded fervently. “Go.”

He looked like he wanted to argue but ended up letting AJ pull him out of the living room to the garden, Cass running after them. You looked down at Alpine who was blinking up at you, then leaned down to scratch at her head.

“It’s fine,” you muttered while she purred. “Patience is a virtue and all that.”

                                            *

You could swear time had decided to move extra slow today.

But it had done nothing to soothe the excitement pulsing through your system, if anything it heightened it.

Thankfully, people were leaving. Everyone was in a good mood, and it was Saturday evening, so you could hear the plans they were trying to decide on as they walked from the garden to the kitchen. You pushed up the sleeves of zip up hoodie Bucky had given you earlier today when you got cold and sat down on the stool, trying to act like your heart wasn’t beating in your throat.

“Bucky, are you sure?”

“Very sure.”

“Sam, you should join us!”

“I appreciate that Kelsey, but I am too old to go bar hopping with you guys.”

“That’s not even true! We only changed like four clubs the last time.”

“Exactly.”

“Miss Wilson?”

“Thank you Caleb, but what Sam said. And I gotta put the boys to bed.”

“Mom, can we go?”

“Nope.”

“Tim?”

“I’m down.”

“Lisa?”

“Oh for sure. Wouldn’t miss it.”

“Birdie?”

 You lifted your eyes from the file in front of you.

“Bucky and I will work until late I think,” you said calmly, motioning at the rest of the files. “I’ll take an Uber. See you at home.”

You could see Bucky’s head snapping up like he wasn’t expecting you to stay, Sam and Sarah exchanging glances before they both smirked and Caleb frowned while Tim looked almost sad that you weren’t joining.

“Seriously?” Caleb asked. “It’s Saturday night.”

“And just because you don’t work doesn’t mean no one else can,” Kelsey said, grabbing him by the arm, and Caleb gasped.

“I have been working all day today, if you haven’t noticed—”

“See you guys!” Kelsey said as she dragged him out of the kitchen, Lisa, Tim, Sarah, Sam and the boys following them. Bucky walked them to the door, the chatter in the hallway continuing in full speed until the door opened, and then closed again.

Then, silence.

As silent as it could be with your heart pounding in your ears.

You slipped from the stool to lean your back against the kitchen island, trying to keep your breathing under control, squeezing the phone in your hand as you heard his footsteps coming closer until he appeared at the doorframe.

God, he was way too handsome.

You tried to swallow the nervousness tightening your throat as he took a step closer, putting his hands in his pockets.

“You didn’t leave.”

“Didn’t want to.”

His blue eyes searched your face as if he was trying to read your mind, making your heartbeat even faster.

“How long?” you managed to ask and he huffed out a curt laugh.

“For…” he trailed off. “Since I first saw you. Since you waltzed into the office with that huge folder and put it on my desk and said ‘Hi, you don’t know me yet but I figured out how to win this thing.”

A giggle bloomed in your mouth.

“But why wouldn’t you tell me?” you whispered, taking a step to him and he shook his head.

“You’ve been thinking about this just for a day, I’ve been thinking about this for a very…”

The rest of his sentence got lost somewhere as shock muffled your ears before realization crashed down on you.

…Oh.

Oh, Bucky actually thought—

He had no idea you stayed because you returned his feelings, he was under the impression that you stayed because you wanted him to explain. He actually thought today was the first time you thought about the possibility of you and him.

The idea was so absurd that you couldn’t help the exhale of disbelief leaving you.

“You think—” you cut him off. “Wait, Bucky…You—you think today is the first time I’ve thought about this?”

He looked like he didn’t know how to answer your question and a laugh climbed up your throat.

“Oh my God,” you whispered. “And I thought I was very obvious.”

He frowned slightly as you licked your lips, your stomach still fluttering.

“Ask me what my answer was.”

“To what?”

“The perfect world question,” you said with whatever courage you could pull from somewhere within you. “I know your answer but you don’t know mine. Ask.”

Bucky swallowed thickly, his voice low; “What was your answer?”

You could swear you were shaking, but by some miracle, when you spoke, your voice didn’t crack.

“The same as yours.”

The look of hope that dawned on his handsome face was so foreign that it took you by surprise. You hadn’t even seen it the night he won the election; he was happy then but this was something else. He took a step to close the distance between you, his flesh hand lifting a little so that he could cup your cheek, making your breath catch in your throat. His gaze slipped to your lips, then back at your eyes as if he was asking for your permission and you looked up at him, breathless with anticipation before you nodded. You could almost hear the crackling in the air, something electric between you coming to life, getting more and more intense—

Until his lips found yours.

This was different.

From all the times Max kissed you, or all the times you kissed guys before Max, none of it had ever been like this.

This was pure, unadulterated desire.

You could feel yourself melting in his arms as you lost yourself in his kiss, your fingers curling in his shirt just so that you could have an anchor, but a small whine escaping you when he pulled back to rest his forehead against yours, his breath caressing your lips. Your eyes fluttered open as he pulled down the zipper of the hoodie you were wearing over your sundress, his movements agonizingly slow like he was opening up a fragile present before he let it fall on the floor, desire making you dizzy. He dragged his fingertips down your arm, and gently pulled your phone out of your hand to put it aside just out of your reach, your head following the movement.

“Wait, I…” You tried to think through the haze. “I need that.”

“No.” Bucky’s voice was soft as he shook his head. “You don’t.”

You blinked up at him.

“What if—” you stammered, “what if while we’re not looking the world catches fire?”

A small smile pulled at the corners of his mouth as he leaned in again. “Good. Let it burn.”

You were beginning to think no matter how close he was, it would never be enough with the way your body ached for him. He took your breath away when he kissed you again, his heart drumming under your hand, and he wrapped his arm around your waist to press your body closer to his, only pulling back to trail his thumb over your burning cheekbone.

“God…” he whispered in awe. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”

The room was spinning.

You were on fire.

It had to be because of the fire that you didn’t even realize the words coming out of your mouth until you actually heard them:

“I love you.”

And everything went still.

Including him.

It was as if someone had just poured a bucket of ice water over you, your whole body stiffening the moment you realized what you had actually said. Your eyes snapped open, your breath catching in your throat as tears of frustration rushed to your eyes, and Bucky pulled back to see you better, a look of surprise etched on his handsome face.

Of course you had to ruin it.

“Sorry, I—sorry, I’m just—I’m gonna—” You couldn’t even finish your sentence as you rushed past him to get to the hallway, leaving him in the kitchen completely frozen.

You were an idiot.

You just had to open your stupid mouth and ruin it.

You couldn’t even blame Bucky or anyone else. Hazel had a point, you were the starry-eyed idiot with a schoolgirl crush who couldn’t keep her fucking mouth shut just because he had kissed you.

You all but ran down the hallway to get to the front door but the minute you pulled it to yourself, you felt his presence behind you before he slammed the door close with enough force to shake it in its hinges, making you gasp in surprise.

This must’ve been how he was on missions.

No one heard him coming until it was too late.

If this were someone else—anyone else, you would’ve been petrified but even now, through the frustration and shock, your mind somehow knew that Bucky would rather cut off his own hand than hurt you. No part of him touched you, and for a moment he just stood there behind you, the warmth of his body nearly intoxicating until he broke the silence, his voice a low murmur.

“Did you mean it?”

“What does it matter?” You managed to rasp out. “I ruined it.”

“Birdie…”

“Listen, you’ll say it’s too much, I—I know, it’s fine.” You stumbled over your words. “You’ll have my resignation letter tonight, and Kelsey will pick up my things from the office. We don’t have to talk about any of this, just…” You wiped your eye with the back of your hand. “I ruined it, it’s fine, I’m just gonna go, okay?”

“You didn’t—” Bucky let out an impatient breath. “Sweetheart, can you just look at me please?”

You were pretty sure that if you saw the look of disappointment in his eyes, you were going to collapse on the floor and start sobbing but you sniffled, then turned around to look up at him.

That didn’t look like disappointment.

He lifted his hand to wipe at the tear under your eye with a soft smile.

“I’m not gonna say it’s too much.”

For some reason that remained a mystery to you, you jumped at the opportunity to convince him; “No you should say it’s too much because it is too much, because like I’d totally understand—”

You were cut off when he brushed his lips against yours, but this time it was way too gentle like he feared you would break if he so much as held you wrong. He pulled back to let you breathe since your nose was clogged because of the tears that kept coming, and your eyes fluttered open, confusion settling over your mind like a fog, engulfing all your thoughts in it.

What was happening?

Bucky’s eyes darted over your face, and he took a deep breath like he was nervous.

“I’m not good at this,” he muttered. “But I need you to listen to me, okay?”

You pulled your brows together and sniffled, then nodded.

“I…” he trailed off. “For the last what, 80 years now? Everything with HYDRA, and those missions and cryo, over and over again, it was all ice. That was the only permanent thing. Bone-chilling cold. And when I first came back, when I got my mind back, I kept wondering why I still felt so cold, like a part of me never really left there.”

You blinked back the tears, wiping at your nose.

“And eventually, I figured it would be like that for the rest of my life. No matter what I did, what I tried, it was yet another thing that I would never get back, something that HYDRA carved into me. I got all of it out of my mind but I couldn’t get that…that chill out of my chest.” He paused for a moment and breathed out a curt laugh like he was lost in the memory, his brows furrowing.

“Until you came along,” he said, his voice a mere whisper. “And brought the warmth with you.”

You didn’t even notice the tears were back until Bucky wiped under your eye with a knuckle, trailing your cheekbone.

“I’m not gonna say it’s too much,” he told you. “I can’t. I love you too.”

…Oh.

Bucky—

Bucky loved you.

He actually loved you.

You stared up at him in complete silence as Bucky reached behind you, and you heard the unmistakable sound of the door opening before he stepped back, a shadow playing in his eyes like he was preparing for the pain, like he expected you to somehow reach into his chest to rip out his heart and walk out, leaving him with ice in his chest again.

“I’m not gonna do anything you don’t want me to,” he said. “Including keeping you here. I just needed you to know, that’s it.”

This had to be the third time he gave you a way out today, and each time it felt more and more insane to even think you would walk away.

A small sob climbed your throat, disbelief making you let out a teary laugh before you grabbed the door handle, pushed the door close, then flung yourself into his arms to pull him into a kiss. Your head was spinning, you were breathless, your heart felt like it was trying to climb out of your ribcage but none of that was enough to make you stop kissing him. He leaned down to snake his vibranium arm behind your thighs to lift you up like you weighed nothing, making you let out a squeal that soon turned into a giggle as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He carried you to the room at the other end of the hallway which turned out to be his bedroom, not pulling back from your kiss as if it would somehow break the spell until he carefully laid you down on the bed, settling between your legs. You tugged at his shirt with shaky hands and he pulled it off his head to throw it somewhere in the room, and you had only a couple of seconds to drink in the sight of his muscular torso before his lips found yours again. You trailed your fingertips down his chest to his abs and tried to unbuckle his belt but he pulled back, making you chase his lips with an impatient whine.

“Birdie—hey,” he whispered, his warm hand cupping your cheek as your eyes fluttered open, your heart beating in your ears. “Slow, okay darling?”

You tried to catch your breath, confusion pinching your brows together. No one had ever asked you to be slower about anything in your entire life; on the contrary, you were either pushed or convinced to be faster, to rush, to get it over with, whatever it was.

In or outside the bed.

“I, um…” You tried to find your voice through the fog of desire, looking up at him as he stroked your burning cheek while you played with his dog tags. “I don’t—I don’t know how to do things slow. I think.”

You could see that fond light glimmering in his blue eyes even in the dimly lit room.

“That’s okay,” he murmured, his vibranium fingertips running up and down your leg, waking goosebumps on your skin. “I’ll teach you how.”

This was new.

And way too unfamiliar.

And for once, your brain couldn’t think, not when he was looking at you like that, touching you like that.

“And you don’t—” You paused, but somehow Bucky didn’t seem annoyed by you trying to wrap your mind around the idea. Instead he waited patiently like he had all the time in the world, like there was nothing more important than what you were about to say. “You sure you don’t want to be fast to…”

For fuck’s sake, it was so hard to produce a single thought when he was half naked on top of you.

“To do what, beautiful?” he asked softly, nudging your nose with his, coaxing a giggle out of you while you trailed your fingertips over his muscular back.

“To do something else?” you said, what Max would always say when you were in bed flashing through your mind. “To—to work?”

He looked almost at a loss for words at the mere suggestion but he seemed to pull himself together much faster than you, a chuckle rumbling in his chest.

“Birdie,” he murmured and dipped his head to kiss your neck, his hand pushing the hem of your dress up your legs, making your eyes flutter close. “I cannot even begin to tell you how much we won’t work tonight.”

[owenstar]

𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 - 𝘤.𝘴 + 𝘮.𝘴 ☆

𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴: 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 ( 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬 ) 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 ( 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘸/𝘰 "𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢." 𝘸𝘵𝘧 )

𝘱𝘳é𝘤𝘪𝘴: 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘴

𝘢/𝘯: 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥, 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘐𝘚𝘕𝘛 𝘈𝘕 𝘐𝘕𝘊𝘌𝘚𝘛 𝘍𝘐𝘊. 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘤. 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭.

“what the fuck is an open relationship chris?” “you’re bored with me?” “you wanna fuck other girls?”

“babe, that’s not it!” “it’s just something i want to try.” “we’ve been getting into too many arguments.” “maybe we just need to branch out a little more,�� chris sighed, attempting to explain himself with his hands.

after four years of high school, plus two more later, your relationship with chris was becoming … dull. you could say. you noticed chris was more secretive with his phone, he’d come home later than usual. in the back of your mind, you knew he still loved you. he was just bored.

“this feels like glorified cheating.” pissed, you crossed your arms, your throat had a dry lump.

“look, if you don’t want to do this. we don’t have too.” “it’s something I wanted to consider to see if it would fix us.”

“i love you.” chris’s face was sad. his arms engulfed you in a hug while your arms stayed at your sides.

“fuck it. go on your date.” defeated, you pushed your feelings to the side. “do you really think it’ll fix us?” you looked up at chris, upset. you didn’t want this, but you didn’t want to neglect what he wanted either.

“mhm.” “watch, we’ll cherish each other more.” chris nuzzled his head into your hair, happy that you obliged.

“you should go out too. it’ll be fun.”

“yeah maybe.”

an hour later, you watched your boyfriend get ready for a date. a date that you didn’t go on. he wore the cologne you loved, his favorite hat, and the matching ring you both bought on your second anniversary.

“I won’t be back late. I promise.” chris reached out for your hands, against his lips for a light kiss. “i love you, this is good for us.”

you nodded your head, swallowing the dry lump in your throat.

after chris left, you stayed in his bedroom. looking through your phone, not wanting to leave. you curled into a ball, engulfed in chris’s hoodie.

you heard a knock on the bedroom door. confused you say, “come in?”

matt opened the door slightly, and his head peeked through. a small smile on his lips, “hey, you wanna watch a movie?”

sniffling, you obliged and followed matt up to his bedroom. “chris told me about the date.” “stupid fucking idea.”

you lie down on his bed, watching matt shuffle movies on his tv. matt lay on his side, his arm supporting his head up.

“an open relationship. what the fuck is an open relationship?” matt scoffed, his tone irritated at his brother.

“it’s when a relationship is open to other people.” “so you have your girlfriend, but you can have sex with others.”

“chris told you that’s what he wants?” matt’s face was in disbelief.

“not necessarily, he said he thinks we’re in a rut and wants to figure out whether it’s us or if it’s him.”

“do you believe that it’s him or you?” matt’s gaze focused on you.

“don’t know, i couldn’t tell you.”

“well, are you bored?” matt asked

“i don’t know? i haven’t been with anyone else, so i don’t really know.” your face turned from the tv and to matt’s burning gaze.

“do you want to find out?” matt’s blue eyes darkened.

a burning sensation in your stomach turned. you weren’t sure if it was excitement or nervousness. maybe arousal. it definitely wasn’t a betrayal.

“mhm.” you hummed gently, immediately propping yourself up a bit with your elbows. matt’s thumb pulled down your bottom lip a bit. your breathing grew heavy but laced with desire.

matt lowered himself towards you, his lips right above yours. your hand in his hair, his hot breath on your lips.

“you sure you’re okay with this?” his voice low. “he’s still my brother.”

“he doesn’t care. neither should i,” you whisper. pulling his head closer, your lips landing on his.

both of your heads move in sync. matt sitting up as you follow. you move onto his lap, your hands in his hair as his own find the bottom of your hoodie.

“gonna take this off, feels weird.” both of you giggle as you shimmy out of chris’s hoodie.

“what? making out with your brother’s girlfriend or making out with me as im in his hoodie?”

“shhh, this is what he wanted.” matt smiled, coming back to your lips.

your hands come down to the bottom of his tank top, your hands feeling his soft skin. gentle hums leave your lips. your hands trail up so the shirt would slip off.

matt follows with your movements, his rough tank top comes off. your lips in connected to his, and both of your hands are feeling each other's clothes. antsy to remove them. in your head, you were conflicted. you know this was weird. it was your boyfriend's triplet brother, but didn’t chris want this? for you to explore others?

small moans from matt’s lips as your hands run on his bare chest. pulling off your tank top and leaving you in your bra, matt’s eyes widened. “gosh chris is so fucking stupid.”

“shh, don’t mention him.” you pull his neck close to you so your lips are back on his. sloppy kissing, saliva passing, handsy hands. your both tugging at each other’s bottoms. leaving you in your panties while matt is in his boxers.

“lie down for me, pretty,” matt whispered. his blue eyes staring into yours. you’ve never noticed how his gaze is deeper than his younger brothers.

laying down on his soft bed, you feel matt’s lips on your inner thighs. whines and whimpers are abrupt from your lips.

he stares at you, his hand gripping your thighs. hungry, he leaves wet kisses on your clothed clit. your hands grab for his hair as he sucks through your panties.

your stomach turns, a tingly feeling between your thighs. it was different. maybe it was the excitement that your pussy was getting eaten by your boyfriends brother. maybe it was the fact that you knew you shouldn’t be doing this. maybe it was the fact that matt moved your panties to the side and was now slobbering on your pussy.

“matt!” you whined, your legs shot up from the sudden sensation in between them, but matt quickly brought them back down. “relax, pretty girl.”

matt’s short nails digging into your thighs, his tongue teasing your swollen bud, his lips sucking as his tongue moved around in circles. “f-fuck matt!”

whining, your stomach churned. you're gripping his hair, your eyes rolled back as your back arched. you couldn’t, you needed more of him. you needed to feel him. all of him.

“matt, matt.” you whined, you’re trying to move him away, but he couldn’t stop. he loved how you tasted, he loved watching your slick drip on his chin and his bed sheets.

“matthew,” you moaned, you couldn’t hold it any longer. you found yourself humping his face. his tongue now teasing your sopping hole as you rutted your pussy against his nose like a dog in heat. your mind clouded, your thoughts crumbled, you couldn’t hold it. whining like a dog, you couldn’t stop whimpering matt’s pretty name. “m-matthew, g-gonna fuck!” you whimpered.

matt looked up, his eyes dark. he looked at you with a smirk and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. “what a shame. my dumbass brother doesn’t know what he’s missing out on.”

“fuck me.” you positioned yourself on your knees, your lips agape as you stared at matt’s fucked out face. his lips were red, cheeks flushed, and sweat on his forehead, as his hair was a mess since you held onto it for dear life.

“yeah? you need me?” matt teased as his hand came down to your clit again. feeling the wet mess you made. “ask baby, ask me again.”

“matt fuck me.” you begged, pathetically asking for your boyfriend’s brother’s cock. “one more time darling.” matt’s hand on your chin, holding your head up.

“beg for me babygirl.” his cock twitched in his boxers. his brothers girlfriend begging for him to fuck her. “please matt.” “please, i’m begging you. fuck me.”

“attagirl.” “turn for me, baby.” immediately turning around, you’re met with matt’s floor-length mirror. with a forceful push, he kneeled you down on your hands and knees. your back arched as you felt matt’s hard on align with your pussy. his hand traced your inner thighs, your slick dripping down on them.

watching your reflection, his fingers come to your lips. “taste yourself, honey.” your tongue licked between his fingers, your slick coating your tongue. watching yourself suck matt’s fingers made you mewl.

matt removed his fingers and used his hand to hold onto your shoulders. his hips thrusting inside you slowly, painfully slow. a loud groan erupted from your throat, and your body dropped to the mattress.

“i know honey, i know.” matt groaned at your pussy gaping around his tip. trying his hardest not to shove himself inside your pussy, he’s trying his best to be considerate with you. “f-fuck, you’re so wet baby.”

thrusting himself a little deeper, your back arches as your fingers grip the bed. “matt!” you moan, “so fucking big.” you whine into the bed.

matt slips in completely, thrusting his hips. his mouth falls agape, watching himself fuck you. skin slapping and your pussy squelching fills matt’s small room.

“god matthew!” you cry, grabbing a pillow to moan into. matt groans, your pussy taking him in so well. your slick making it easy to thrust into you sloppily.

“so fucking stupid. c-can’t believe he’s this fucking stupid.” matt says in between thrusts. drunk with sex, his mind cloudy. he can’t stop groaning. his body hot, his lips gaped a bit as he lazily fucked you.

the mirror captures the lewd scene, matt bottoms out as he lazily hits your sweet spot. you thought you’d bite your lips until they bled. moaning into the pillow, you couldn’t take it any longer. you felt your edge coming close.

matt sloppily fucking you till his stomach churned as well, watching your fucked out face, your tits bouncing as your ass smacking against his crotch, his cock buried in your pussy, he was reaching his end too. “cum with my darling, please?”

“matt!” you cried, looking back at him, watching him rut into you. “gonna cum matt!” you groaned as your orgasm came over, your cum coating matt’s cock as your pussy squirted. his dark orange sheets soaking up your mess. this drove matt over his edge. watching your pussy squirt, he couldn’t hold it anymore. with a low groan, his hot seed poured into you. sloppily thrusting, his hands gripping your hips.

“holy shit.” matt exhaled. slipping out of you slowly one he composed himself. “that was fucking incredible.”

your body limp on his bed. you turn over on your back, breathing heavily. matt smiled gently and kissed your cheek. “i enjoyed myself. did you?”

returning his smile, you kissed his lips. “i did, thank you.” matt smiled in the kiss. “you wanna shower in my bathroom?”

“please.” you scuffled over to his bathroom, turning on the shower water.

matt began to dress himself, but he heard your phone vibrate on his desk.

imessage from: chris <3 “hey baby, i realized this isn’t what i wanted. on my way back home.”

 🏷 : @chrepsi @chrispycremedonut @dykes4chris @mattsplaything @sturniolosluttt @livvyswrld @matts-girlfriend @courta13 @madisonswife @urfavvbilliemunch@chris-hallelujah @sturns-mermaid @chrisbratt333 @ikeuppang @mattybsgroupie

[hoothootbtch]

Setting my love free.

Jinu x f! Reader

Warnings : angst

Synopsis : You were jinu's first ever love, his wife, his everything. 400 years ago, the two of you lived poor with his mother and sister, using his bipa and the both of your voices as the only asset in surviving. You became a demon with him, carrying the same shame with him for 4 centuries. You did your best to make things easier for him, but your presence is just a constant reminder of his own shame.

A/n : been obsessed w this movie as soon as I finished it and I ain't seeing enough angst here so thought I should make one.

Before meeting jinu, you had no one. You never met your parents, or relatives. It's like you just popped out in existence then survive. But that is until you met your first and only love—jinu.

He was your strength, your light, and you were his. Life was hard for you, yes. But being with jinu—everything seems to be a lot more easier. You lived with him and his mother and younger sister in the streets, his mother treated you like you were hers and his younger sister looked up to you like her real big sister. The only asset you guys have is yours and jinu's voices, and his bipa for survival—playing music and singing with him all day long.. but people hardly look in your way.

The money the both of you manage to gain was not enough to stuff your empty stomachs and when his younger sister and mother got sick due to hunger and dehydration—desperation immediately clawed your hearts.

Every night, you watch jinu silently break down and clutch his bipa, every night you watch his mother and younger sister grew more weaker and weaker. You felt hopeless and pathetic for not doing much help.

But then, one day, the both of you heard a voice.. promising the both of you the recognition the both of you deserve—the life you both wanted.

And in just one day, people began looking in your way, watching and are actually listening to your music. Even the king himself wanted to see the both of you personally.

Excitement filled your heart, you could see the happiness and the hope in jinu's eyes. You guys are finally will be able to feed your family properly.

But things are just too good to be true.

You looked at the guards and jinu in horror to see the guards blocking his mother and sister way. They wouldn't let them in.

You tried talking it to the guards that they're family and they're with you guys, but the guards only gave you a stern look and said, " The king only requested for the musicians, not the whole family. "

Your ears rang at guards words, anger swirled in your heart. You argued again but the guards pointed their spear towards you shutting you up completely out of fear.

Then you turned to jinu, you tried to talk him out of it, telling him to just back out of it meant leaving their family behind. But he only averted his gaze from yours.

Confusion, anger, sadness filled your heart at his silence.

Then he held your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, " It's the only way.. " he muttered lowly, you shook your head and argued that there had to be another way than this, but then he promised that once the both of your earned enough money, the two of you will get married, leave the palace and finally support your family. You hold on to that promise.

But out of three, only one is fulfilled.

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400 years later, the both of you did got married but never came back to your family. You got angry at him for awhile... you can't really stay angry at him for too long when you, yourself got consumed by greed too once you got the taste of the luxury and now? The both of you suffered the consequences of your decisions. But you stayed by his side through of it and tried your best to make it easier for him and let him now that you're still with him despite it all.. that after all of that—you still and will love him. That he wasn't alone.

But jinu suffered with the shame more, considering that not only he left his family, protested your decision of leaving them behind, but he also dragged you in to hi mess. There was not a single day he didn't regret to not listening to you.

Everyday, every time he's reminded of his shame, everytime he's with you—the memory of his his mother crying, his sister reaching out for him while being hold back by their mother, the pain and guilt in your eyes as the both of you watched the gate closed to his mom and sister.

He wanted them gone, he want to erase those memories and keep the ones where he's with you. He was so desperate that he reached out for Gwi ma after 400 years of not talking to the demon king himself and proposed a plan for him to defeat the hunters and destroy the honmoon. Which is, to be an idol and take the fans.

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" You want to what? " you stared at your husband.. or is he still your husband? in shock with his decision.

" Jinu— I understand that the memories wrecks you more and more— but what in the world were you thinking reaching out to Gwi ma for your memories be erased and in exchange feeding Gwi ma more souls?? have you learned nothing?! " you exclaimed in frustration, throwing your hands in the air.

Your anger only grew more when he didn't respond and just looked down at you in unreadable expression.

" ...say something!! " your voice shook in anger when he still kept his silence. You scoffed softly, your lower lip trembled as tears blurred your vision. Your chest tightened at every second he looked at you like that.

Was this really the same man you loved 400 years ago?

With a deep shaking breath, you turned away, " if that's what makes you happy. Fine. " with that, you left somewhere else to cool down. You love jinu with all of your heart. If forgetting them will ease his pain, then...you'll support him.

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Jinu built the group with 5 painfully good looking boys which of course—includes him. Jinu named the group as 'Saja boys' and you're not gonna lie, the song they released is catchy, and in just one day—the boys got themselves a bunch of fans and people joining the trend—dancing their soda pop.

Jinu even managed to got you as their manager. You can't really say no when this man gave you the eyes, plus— you'd do anything for this man. During your time as a demon, you manage to learn a few things in this generation whenever you escaped this hell for a breather.

Things were going great, smoothly even. But then you noticed something changed in jinu's behavior. You're not sure if it's caused by the love of the fans or if it's the plan working well. Deciding to finally follow him in his frequent night outs.

There you witness him.. looking so.. Happy? At ease? Free.

But not with you or him just enjoying the peaceful atmosphere of the night. But with someone.

Long violet braided hair, pretty face and voice that you recognized as the boys rival— Rumi, the leader of Huntrix.

You watch the two of them sing, and walking around roof to roof with you tailing just a few feets away from them.

You have never seen jinu this free before, let alone—at ease. Then your eyes darted to Rumi, she looked at him the way you looked at jinu, and jinu? Oh.

You pursed your lips together while your grip against the wall tightened, you felt your heart clenched the more you watch them. The two looked at each other like they're the only people in the world understand each other. He looked happy, happier than ever.

And with an aching heart, you left them and return to the temporary home you guys are currently staying.

Day by day, you watch jinu leave the house, day by day you watch him steal glances over the leader of Huntrix, day by day.. You watch him slowly slip away. Yet, you didn't do anything to prevent it. Why not? because he's happy, and he's at ease, if being with her can silence Gwi ma's voice and make him forget his shame—then so be it.

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You don't know how you guys get here but here you are—standing in the backstage watch the boys perform with Gwi ma manifested behind them. The demon King's flames lighting the whole stadium. The devastated crowds from the Huntrix "break up" from the idol awards are now cheering and completely brainwashed by the boys song.

But underneath it all. You see the sadness in jinu's eyes. The regret. You're heart ache for him, you want nothing more than to just go there and soothe him.

When their song finished while they're up in the air, rumi's voice echoes all over the stadium. It sounded so.. broken, eerie yet so melodic. It's beautiful.

We broke into million pieces, and we can't go back.

Flashes of jinu's mother and sister came in time your mind, crying as the gates closed. Your heart clenched more at the memory.

But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass.

You watch her walk closer to them, her patterns are all expose as she sang....she looked so beautiful. Mira and Zoey soon joined her side.

The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony.

You stood there, watching the scene unfold with an aching heart,

My voice without the lies, this is what is sounds like.

watching Rumi marched her way up the stage, her eyes never leaving jinu's the two looked at each other once again as if they're the only people in the world while the two girls fought the other boys behind her.

When Gwi ma unleashed his flames towards Rumi and her quickly reacting fast—blocking the flames with her sword. But the flames is getting stronger and almost crushing her, panic filled your heart when jinu stepped in and blocking the flames.

And without a second thought, within the heart beat....

" hng!— "

You shoved jinu out of the way.

" what... — " jinu grunt and turned to the eprsom who shoved him away only for his heart dropped at the sight of you. Gazing at him with sad eyes and smile.

" hey.. " you croaked, your hair flying widely around you as Gwi ma's flames burned you. Your body slowly dissolving to small lights.

" wait...... wait wait wait—No!— Y/N!! " jinu cried and scrambled to his feet to get to you, only for you to block him with your dome, preventing him from getting any closer.

Fear, panic, and desperation filled his eyes as he tried breaking the dome you created for yourself to block the flames for preventing jinu taking you out of there.

" NO!—please... Y/N please don't do this— please get this dome out now please I BEG OF YOU! " he cried desperately and repeatedly hit the dome. You watched him completely broke down before you, you haven't seen him so terrified of loosing you for years.. your smile trembled as the tears finally escaped your eyes.

" jinu.. It's okay.. " you hushed him softly, " look at me.. please. " you pleaded softy and reluctantly meet your eyes.

Ah.. There he is. Your jinu.

" Don't cry.. It's okay. " you wanted to reach out to him so bad, to soothe him, craddle him, kiss him one last time. " I've— " a pained grunt escaped you, your gaze shifted from your body for a moment to only to see you're disappearing fast.

You took a shaky inhale and meet his eyes again, his eye safe locked in you. God how you missed him looking at you.

" I have been nothing... but a salt adding to your wounds for.. years. I-i.. Have been nothing but a constant reminder of your.. Guilt. " you manager to broke out, your voice is shaking and cracking in the process.

" holding you back from everything.. " you continued, jinu shook his head and placed his hand above your dome,

" no.. It's not— "

" but it is.. Jinu. " you quickly cut him off, your voice breaking, and so does your heart. " I've hold you back.. long enough...and now.. I.. want to set you free from my chains. I want.. nothing more but the best for you. " you smiled then slowly averting your eyes towards rumi who already have her gaze locked in to you with wide eyes and parted lips. Small tears building up in her eyes.

" you.. you gave my husband his soul back, you.. gave him the solace.. the peace..something that I can no longer give him. You.. made him see that—he's not completely hopeless and I thank you for that... really. " you cracked a soft bitter chuckle, half of your body is already gone, your arms are gone.

" And in return.. " Rumi knitted her brows, her mouth opening to protest " W-wait— " but you cut her off,

" I give you my soul. "

With that, you closed your eyes as the blue light of your sound emitted to your chest and flew towards Rumi, circling her then fading in to her chest. Your body completely dissolved to small lights, the last thing you saw is jinu's tear streaked face and reaching out to you once your dome break and then...

" I love you. "

....Gone.

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Small one-shot related to this fic

[cannofsardines]

May I ask for a crumb of Azure using his tentacles in affectionate ways like hugging or carrying SOBSS

: AZURE/GN!SURVIVOR READER

(Anon didn't clarify what role the reader is along with if they were killer or survivor , so I'll automatically go with survivor reader)

content below : Established relationship , fluff , vague description of gore(the gore description is a flash back) , no dialogues for azure whatsoever except his hat(which is the spectre speaking)

You were caught in an unfortunate predicament. A very terrible one at that. Being forced to sit on the cold grass of planet voss with a sprained knee, you were currently gambling with fate if your fellow teammates will find you or it would be the killer who'll finish you off first. To top it all off, the round had just begun

At the thought of the latter, your heart raced and you felt your breathing become more heavy. The silence which previously was occupied by the sounds of crickets, was concealed by the rapid pounding of your heart. Your fingers gripped your thigh bone, it was hard to bear the pain especially when even a slight movement was enough to trigger a unbearable throbbing sensation which was followed by a stinging pain

This was *clearly* a lesson to be learned, had you not been running around so carelessly, maybe you wouldn't have found yourself in this dooming position you are in now. Yet was there any point in reflecting when you were clearly going to be punished for what's done?

At this time, you couldn't help but think how you'd die this time. The familiar sound of a chainsaw rang through your head, the feeling of a cold machete plunged into your head which was reeled back due to its owner, Jason. Your body meets the freezing ground before your blood eventually warms you up. Or maybe it would be a familiar corrupted arm that would end you, the sharp end of his claw forcing itself inside your flesh before he tears you apart so easily.. To simply put it, the deaths you suffered were anything but merciful even at the hands of a child

Many unwanted scenarios flashed by your eyes accompanied by the unforgettable pain they bring, even if you go through the same horror every time, the agonizing hurt doesn't numb nor does it go away. Which only made the physical pain you were feeling even much more worse now

In your horror, you didn't register another presence approaching you from behind until a recognizable squelch and slithery appendage broke you out of your train of thoughts. You only had little time to react before it hooked itself around your waist and raised you up. Your sprained knee punished the sudden movement with a quick sting that forced a hiss out of you, a rough and raspy voice that you were accustomed to cackled at your form

"wHat A patHetIc DisplaY.. @cK—!"

You turned your head over to the tall figure that stood beside you, a hand over the mouthy and pointy hat they wore before their eyes adverted its gaze over to your pained figure. He didn't need to be vocal about the confusion he clearly had, since it was obvious from his body language loosening up around you which left you with your usual thoughts of 'cute' and 'adorable'

The small detail aside, you were stuck in an awkward position. You clutched the leg with the sprained knee and attempted to hold it as still as you can while with your best efforts you could currently muster, tried to flash Azure the best smile you managed to

He tilted his head, and he immediately could tell what was up. The gooey and icy texture that hooked your stomach wriggled before it adjusted itself to hold you in a more comfortable position, the other appendages helped to support your body too and before you knew it, you were face to face with your boyfriend who eyed your injury intensely like it could be chased away with his mean glare

Azure looked around just in case of a survivor who stumbled across the both of you, which luckily, there was none. You stammered out a request which was finding a medkit with a bead of sweat trickling down the side of your head. Lucky for you, your boyfriend complied and swiftly made his way to the usual spots that usually had a medkit

He kept a tight grip on his pointy hat's mouth to not alert any of your fellow survivors and off the both of you to find a medkit laying around, if there was one that remained untouched at least

After multiple peeking-behind-a-corner acts, with the help of your eldritch-like lover's appendage, you finally spotted the aid you were looking for and signaled the item to Azure. They made a quick run towards it to retrieve the item while their tentacles hugged you tighter, and before you knew it, you were at a desolated corner of the map

His speed always puts an expression of shock combined with amusement on your face, it was especially terrifying during rounds he was killer and he would hunt down the other survivors but nonetheless it managed to leave you awestruck. He placed you down gently on the grass, crouching to bandage your scrapped knee

His hands gently brushed over your scrapped skin, his tentacles despite it's tight hold on you, also made you feel at ease somehow. The way it handled you gently, curling around you with an underlining affection Azure couldn't verbalize but it didn't need words for the intention to be known, not when he made it obviously known even when he was forced to kill you

Unfortunately the shared peace wouldn't last since the hand previously shutting the mouth on his hat regained its freedom to speak what it wanted, making very loud noises of grunts and screeching.

"YoUrE nOT suPPOsED tO be DomESTiCAtEd! YoUrE SuPPOSeD to KILL KILL KILL!"

It whined at an awfully high pitched screech, an unfamiliar voice it spoke in. It screamed and shouted like a child which ruined any semblance of silence between you and Azure that you both loved

"DOnT yOU RemeMBER tHe lASt tImE yOU lOVED?! DON'T—"

After Azure finished bandaging up your sprained knee, his hand gripped the mouth shut. His zipped mouth almost looked like it was gritting, before you could offer words of comfort you feel most of his appendage curling itself on your body and moving you closer to him. Now this felt like his attempt of hugging you because he clearly have his hands full with the unwanted company you both were stuck with

A giggled left your mouth and you laid your head on his shoulder to get some well needed rest for the time being

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first req done, I hope anon doesn't mind me adding additional stuff to build the scenario. Otherwise it would've been very short

[naffeclipse]

Following SotM, would you ever be interested in writing a DCA x Reader story based in the SotM factory/story? There's so much detail and worldbuilding to the game, I think your writing would really shine working with the setting :D

I love the setting of SotM factory and just how tragic and lonely it all becomes with the Murray family, and I had a thought about a Y/N hired as a sort of secretary/investigator.

Technically, you're only here for the secretary part of the job. Edwin Murray has also instructed that you dig through all employee records, emails, and messages to find out who betrayed him. Sure. Why not. You're getting paid either way, and Edwin seems satisfied that you're not working for "them".

(You feel bad for the guy. He seems stressed and paranoid, and maybe he's dealing with a few things that more qualified professionals should broach than you.)

So, you get to work, day after day, on the slow and high-pitched droning computers before you notice a program on one of the security room monitors. Moon.exe. You boot it up, confused, before you understand that it's some kind of game. At least, that's what it must be, right?

It doesn't stay so. At least, you thought it was a game. The Moon character is no longer confined to the borders of the program but is now right there, popping up in your daily work schedule. You're very nervous about a possible virus that you accidentally downloaded, but the character doesn't seem to do much. His text boxes will bubble up every now and then, and his haunting gaze will occasionally pop over the files you're combing over in all of his low pixilated glory. (Who gave this computer figure sculpted pectorals?)

He has some odd lines, random script you assume, mindlessly being triggered by... you don't know what. None of it ever makes sense, but you like to read it, just for one moment's break from the mundane and often drivel work you've signed up for. Sometimes it's funny. He tells you to go to bed when the clock runs late, and that must be due to time-based triggers, or so you figure.

You think he's just here for... you don't know, moral support? A fun little distraction that someone must have worked on between big projects due at the factory. Who's to say.

One evening, vision blurry from reading a screen in a too dark room after hours of rehashing lines after lines, trying to decide if a disgruntled employee is suspicious or the average working joe for complaining about the boss to a coworker, when you drag the mouse onto The Moon's face and start clicking, and clicking. Out of dire boredom and need for something, anything new, you click and click as if to magically fix that clock and send you straight out of here. Click. Click. Click.

A new dialogue box pops up.

Stop.

You lift your finger off of the left click.

That's new.

So, you click again, and again.

What do you want?

The Moon's face almost seems annoyed in its half-eclipsed expression. You chuckle to yourself.

"Just pressing your buttons," you snicker. "What else can you do?"

Then you immediately look around the messy, file-filled room, as if you would somehow be caught dorkily chatting to yourself, well, a computer program. Good thing it's only you in the building. Occasionally Edwin will burst into the security office as if he might catch you red handed in something you shouldn't be, but you let your work speak for yourself, and that usually calms the man down.

You need to get out and enjoy your weekend, don't you?

You slump back into your chair and stare at the screen. Just you and The Moon.

You click on The Moon's face again. The satisfying sharpness of the mouse click fills you with bubbling amusement at the childish prodding.

The next dialogue box flips into view.

I can press your buttons too.

A loud slam falls behind you, pushing you out of your seat as you whirl back to find the heavy door locked into place. Heart in your throat, you blink as the lights cut out. You're plunged into tar-black blindness, save for the green glow of the computer screen.

Silenced by terror, you crank your head slowly back to your work desk. The computer hums quietly.

The green glow intensifies as The Moon stares at you. He fills the pixels, one eye piercing you like the end of a knife.

Your eyes snap to the next line of dialogue.

Boop!

For several, terrifying heartbeats, you stand and listen to the frantic scarping of your breath. Like prey spotted by a hunter, you dare not move. The darkness is absolute, and the only light is before you; a lighthouse or the last flicker you see before it all plunges into eternal night.

Who did that?

Then the flick of lights buzzing back on spares your half-suspected heart, and you unlock your limbs when the security door slides back open.

You hardly skim the next box of text as the computer returns to where you left off, files and emails crowding the screen side by side, and The Moon's head set in one corner.

You snatch your backpack and book it through the door. That's it. You're off the clock. You don't care if Edwin loses his marbles about you ducking out a few minutes early. You will not stay a moment longer.

It is only on your drive home, twisting your sweaty palms around the steering wheel, that your brain unscrambles enough to recall the final words on the screen.

Nighty night.

[wendichester]

Hey, idk if you write for Cas but I thought I’d send an ask anyways! Do you think you could write a fluffy Cas one where he’s just trying to navigate getting a (tired) reader to bed?

⋆˚꩜｡ bedtime for humans,

pairing. castiel x reader genre. fluff

wordcount. 510

notes / warnings. as trying his very best, light touches, sleepy mumbling, cas being confused but patient and so in love

You’re half-asleep on the couch, legs tangled in a throw blanket, cheek pressed against a pillow that may or may not have originally belonged to Cas.

The TV’s still on, muted, casting a flickering blue glow over the room. There’s an empty mug on the coffee table. And you—well, you haven’t moved in twenty minutes. Unless blinking twice counts.

Castiel watches you from the doorway with a furrowed brow and a heavy heart.

“You are clearly exhausted,” he says, softly.

You mumble something unintelligible, followed by a deep sigh. You don’t move.

Cas steps closer. “You should sleep in the bed. It’s warmer there. And… orthopedic.”

You grunt. Possibly in protest. Possibly in agreement. It’s impossible to tell.

Cas tilts his head, puzzled. “You are awake enough to respond. But not awake enough to comply.”

You slowly crack one eye open. “You talk like I’m malfunctioning.”

“You are,” he says. “You’re lying sideways, drooling, and clinging to a remote like it’s a lifeline.”

You don’t even deny it. Just close your eye again and huff. “Too far. Bed is, like… a whole hallway away.”

Cas steps around the coffee table, crouching beside the couch. He’s so quiet about it you don’t realize how close he is until his fingers are brushing your hair back behind your ear.

“You’re going to hurt your neck if you sleep here,” he murmurs.

“Bold of you to assume I have a neck,” you mumble.

Cas’s lips twitch. A smile. Barely.

“You’re a very tired human. Who I care about. Deeply. And who deserves real sleep.”

You blink at him again, slowly.

“Are you guilt-tripping me into bed?”

Cas pauses. Considers. “Is it working?”

You stare at him.

He stares back.

“…a little,” you admit.

Cas lets out a small breath—his version of a triumphant cheer.

He offers a hand. Steady. Warm. Familiar.

You groan dramatically, then finally reach up and take it.

He pulls you upright with more care than force, like he’s worried you’ll break. Once you're sitting, you immediately sag into his side, your head bumping his shoulder.

“You’re heavy when you’re like this,” he notes, not unkindly.

“Cas?”

“Yes?”

“You talk a lot for someone who used to stare at light fixtures and call that meaningful conversation.”

He chuckles, arm winding around your waist. “I’ve learned from you. You’re very expressive. Even when grumpy.”

“I’m not grumpy,” you yawn. “I’m just… reluctant.”

He helps you shuffle toward the bedroom like a very sleepy, very slow-moving sloth.

“You know I’d carry you if you asked,” he says quietly.

You glance up at him, eyes soft. “I know.”

“I’d tuck you in. Read to you. Watch over you.”

You pause in the hallway. “Are you offering to babysit me?”

“I’m offering to love you,” Cas says. Simply. “Even when you’re a cranky, blanket-wrapped puddle.”

Your chest tightens in the best way.

“I love you too, weird angel man,” you murmur, finally crawling into bed.

Cas pulls the blankets up around you and kisses your forehead.

You’re asleep before the warmth of it fades.

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[luna-azzurra]

I found your blog through Pinterest and I've never been happier I love everything you post 1000/10 💞

I wanted to ask if you have any advice on writing enemies to lovers, and specifically how to portray the shift in their dynamics when they're not quite enemies anymore but not even friends yet?

Hi dear! :)

THANK YOU. Like… 1000/10??? I’m saving that message forever in my little emotional support compliments folder. You’re amazing. 💖😭

Okay, now onto your question, because seriously, it’s SUCH a good one, and I actually scream internally whenever someone brings up the “not quite enemies, but definitely not friends” stage. Like, yes. YES.....

It’s such a weird little space to write, right? Because they’re not throwing knives at each other anymore, but they’re also not exactly sharing snacks and trauma dumping yet either. So what are they? Answer: confused. Deeply, hilariously confused.

They’ll do something kinda nice (maybe patch the other one up after a fight or defend them from someone else) and then immediately be like “don’t read into that” while clearly reading into it themselves. It’s like every act of kindness is followed by emotional damage control.

There’s awkward silences, but not in a cold way. More like… charged? They’re both sitting there pretending to be chill while secretly wondering, “why am I not trying to murder you anymore and also why is your face kinda cute?” And neither of them knows how to say any of that out loud without combusting.

Also, the insults start getting a little too playful. Not full-on flirting yet, but like… dangerously close. One of them will say something snarky and the other one will go suspiciously quiet because now they’re blushing and mad about it.

It’s honestly the most fun dynamic to play with, because they don’t even realize they’re softening toward each other until something big happens, and by then, we’re already on the floor sobbing over how far they’ve come.

Anyway, thank you again for being so sweet and for asking something that made my brain spin in the best way. You’ve got amazing taste (obviously), and I hope you write the most emotionally repressed, slow-burn disasters imaginable. I’ll be cheering you on from the shadows. 💌

[ofliterarynature]

MAY 2025 WRAP UP

[ loved liked okay nope dnf (reread) book club* ]

The Serpent Sea • The Orphans of Raspay • Once Was Willem • All Creatures Great and Small • The Siren Depths • The Physicians of Vilnoc • The Left Hand of Darkness* • Stories of the Raksura Vol. 1 • Piranesi • A Drop of Corruption • (Birth of the Firebringer) • Ducks, Newburyport

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The Serpent Sea - enjoyed this! Which is pretty much all I have to say about most of the Raksura books, lol, so I'm going to take a moment to say - what is with the naming conventions for the books in this series? Yes, there is a sea that is a major setting/plot point for the book. Yes there are creatures in it, the most relevant of which is not a serpent. Never is the body of water (to my knowledge) called the Serpent Sea. lmao.

The Orphans of Raspay - another Penric & Desdemona! Enjoyed this as always, as well as the accidental child acquisition, but probably not a favorite.

Once Was Willem - put this on hold at the library after seeing @ wearethekat's review. Certainly a unique book with an interesting perspective! Unfortunately it did not quite stick in my brain and I keep forgetting that I'd read it.

All Creatures Great and Small - this was recommended as a chill, relaxing book, which I absolutely did not find it to be! Alas! This is the first volume of memoirs by a rural/small town veterinarian in 1930's Yorkshire. It is charming at times, but 1) his boss is absolutely infuriating, and 2) the second-hand embarrassment is inescapable and excruciating. It is written more as a series of connected vignettes rather than a cohesive narrative, so at least it was easy to pick up and put down and go do something else for awhile. I probably won't continue the series, but might be interested in the tv adaptation.

The Siren Depths - listen. Moon finding his birth family and all of the chaos and trauma that digs up? Delicious. Loved this plot line, though I wish Moon had had a little more belief in Indigo Cloud? (I knew Stone at least would be coming for him as soon as he returned and I was so tickled to be proven right lol). That said, the last quarter of this book? Mostly felt like it came out of nowhere. And also gave the book it's title, which, wtf. Sigh. Somehow I manage to keep forgetting that it happened.

The Physicians of Vilnoc - it feels weird saying that I loved an epidemic book in this day and age, but I also love Briar's Book by Tamora Pierce, so I may just have a specific type. On one hand, trying to figure out the cause of the disease is a great framework for a mystery. On the other, this book really makes Penric face his history and past trauma around medical sorcery, and I'd like to think finds some support and balance this time around. Liked this one a lot.

The Left Hand of Darkness - bookclub read! I'd been meaning to get around to this myself, but it was name-dropped in another book we'd read and was suggested for the list. I had previously read a different book in this cycle for college and completely forgotten anything about it, so I went into this with not much expectation. I did try to start with it in print, but the first few pages were so confusing I ended up immediately jumping to the audiobook. It definitely felt like it was trying to say something - I'm not entirely sure what. It made for great discussion at our meeting, but it was definitely not anyone's new favorite book.

Stories of the Raksura Vol. 1 - I noticed that all of the Raksura short stories were set before books 4 & 5 (which were definitely a later addition to the series), so I decided to pick the collected volumes up after finishing book 3. I ended up going back and fourth and reading a different book between each story (which is what I'd kind of been doing with the Penric novellas, tbh) and had a really nice time.

Piranesi - finally! I thought this was a neat book, but that's really all I have to say. I don't know if all of the hype raised my expectations too high or if it would have been just fine either way, but this just didn't hit me the way this seems to have for a lot of people. Not sure if I plan on reading any more Susanna Clarke after this.

A Drop of Corruption - so good!! I'd forgotten more of the world building and previous story than I'd have really liked, but I got back into it pretty quickly and had a fantastic time. Someday when the series is finished I'm going to have a great time reading these all back-to-back.

Birth of the Firebringer - reread of a book that was potentially on the list for getting rid of. I read this series sometime in middle school or high school, but I don't have a strong memory of rereading them a lot to justify still keeping copies. I picked up this first one with the intention of just reading the first chapter to help me decide but got hooked instead XD It's a very classic coming of age fantasy, featuring an angsty teen with an excellent horse and a good sword, except that the teen IS the horse AND the sword, because he's a unicorn! Shout out to all of the fantasy-reading horse girls out there. Also great that his warrior mentor is a mare, though I believe she does become a love interest (and oh, from what I can remember of the future plot twists, it's going to be delicious!)

DNF

Ducks, Newburyport (6%) - I knew just from word of mouth going into this that it wasn't a book for everyone, but it was set in Ohio and I found a copy at the library book sale, so I thought I'd give it a shot! I was absolutely not prepared. Literally, 1000 pages of unbroken stream of consciousness from an Ohio housewife. Yes you read that number right. I'm always appreciative of experimental and novel narrative styles, so I will say that I admire the hell out of this, if only on the fact that I managed to get as far as I did - attempting to follow along and piece together something of her train of thought was a great puzzle, but alas, not quite enough to counteract the mind-numbing and soporific effect of the rambling. ADHD people, is this what your brains are like? I'd love to see this style put to effect in a short story, but can't say I have any interest in slogging through it for 44 hours on audio.

[arrowheadedbitch]

Bakugo: All right, what the hell was it you wanted to tell us, dunceface?

Kaminari: Yeah, one second

Kaminari, turning away and cupping his hands over his mouth: OH MY GOD, ALL THE GIRLS ARE IN HERE AND THEY'RE TAKING THEIR SHIRTS OFF!

Kaminari:...

Kaninari: Okay, yeah we're good. I'm trans!

Mina: What- what was that?

Kaminari: What was What?

Sero: That! Just now! Why did you turn around and yell that!?

Kaminari: Oh, I was making sure Mineta wasn't listening.

Sero: ???

Mina: Um, why?

Kirishima: Yeah, I'm pretty confused about that part??

Kaminari: I think it's perfectly understandable that I don't want Mineta to find out I have boobs.

Mina: Oh, yeah, that makes sense

Sero: Yeah, no, no, I get that

Kirishima: That's super manly, yeah

Bakugo: I'm not even gonna yell at you for that one, that makes sense

[total-drama-brainrot]

father ophelia. i need ur multi paragraph analysis on how camning date would happen. who would ask who out

Camning is such a weird pair to consider as an actual couple instead of two mutually pining idiots because I can't in good faith say that either of them would ever admit to having feelings for the other.

Don't get me wrong, Cameron isn't the type to suppress or deny his feeings or anything - in fact he'd be ecstatic at the prospect of having a crush on someone, because it's yet another wordly experience he's been deprived of his whole life that he's living for the first time. And that's exactly the issue; Cameron has no idea how to go about expressing these things, save for whatever romance based literature/tv shows he was exposed to growing up and, knowing Cameron, he'd be more than aware that they doesn't exactly portray a realistic perspective on real-life relationships. So he's back to square one when it comes to knowledge on how to deal with his feelings.

Which would mean he'd be the type to go completely non-verbal in front of Lightning, or otherwise be a stuttering mess. A pathetic puddle of a boy who has no idea how to deal with these new, weird feelings save for whispering "oh no he's hot" to himself.

On the other hand, Lightning is extremely prideful. Extremely prideful. He'd be completely in denial about having a crush on Cameron of all people because he's the antithesis of everything Lightning holds in high regard; Cameron isn't athletic or strong, he's not outwardly headstrong or competitive (at first glance, though Cameron does have a spine hidden somewhere in that red hoodie) and Lightning wouldn't see Cameron as someone who could relate to him in any way. Keep in mind, Lightning's a bit of an egotist, so he'd be under the assumption that his ideal partner would be a reflection of himself.

And Lightning isn't very bright, despite his namesake, so he wouldn't realise that's exactly why he likes Cameron so much. He's impressed by Cameron's fountain of knowledge and keen intellect. He's astounded by how Cameron can use his wit and his determination to win challenges without having to brute forcing his way to victory. He thinks Cameron is adorable and experiences cuteness aggression every time they lock eyes. So on so forth.

So with Cameron's Cameronness and Lightning's staunch denial, there's only one way these two would ever get together.

Lightning accidentally confesses.

Be it through an insult gone wrong during the competition, or maybe a freudian slip in a conversation post-RotI, or even him just plain denying any feelings for Cameron unprompted and inadvertantly outing himself as a Cameron Liker through his defensiveness. Either way, Cameron hears this confirmation of returned feelings and all of the knowledge he's accrued from his mother's books/shows comes in swinging - he asks Lightning to have dinner with him. And surprisingly, Lightning accepts.

...Because it's free food, not because he likes the wimp. That's his excuse.

And the two hit it off. Cameron spends the whole first date sweating profusely but miraculously not putting his foot in his mouth. Though he does oftentimes get too technical and booksmart for Lightning to understand what he's saying, but Lightning nods along politely anyway because he finds the enthusiasm on Cameron's face endearing.

In turn, Lightning's initial jibing insults (which, subconciously, he's only really using to keep up appearences) peter off into genuine compliments as he realises that wow, he actually really enjoys spending time with Cameron, and Cameron is really smart but not condecending in the slightest when he asks for elaboration on things he doesn't understand, and Cameron's got a lot of interesting thoughts that he's never considered, and...

Lightning realises that he might be very, very gay for Cameron.

In turn, Cameron's almost vibrating with excitement because he's talking to Lightning, and Lightning is talking back, and there's this natural chemistry between them that even he in all of his inexperience can feel sparking in the air now that Lightning's walls of superiority have finally crumbled somewhat. He's on a date with the boy he likes and it's going really well.

(None of his research could've prepared him for the actual experience of a first date - and oddly enough, Cameron is thankful that he didn't have any preconceived expectations for the night.)

The night goes well, they eat food at some fancy restaurant that Cameron pays for with his winnings, and as they go to leave Lightning - because he's not one to be outshone in the competitive context of being a "good date haver" - gives Cameron a peck at the corner of his mouth. It's brief, a ghost of an action really, but it's enough to have Cameron visibly light up as he returns the favour.

-

At some point after they've been going on these dates for a while (Lightning more often than not taking Cameron to various sports games "for the experience", and Cameron indulging Lightning by taking him on hikes whilst he studies the wildlife they come across, ect ect) they breach the topic of being boyfriends in an awkward but sweet conversation that Lightning spends the next few months poking fun at Cameron for.

[nerdie-faerie]

Just when I think the day's going well, I crash a golf cart

[add1ctedt0you]

that fic idea where WWX is sent to a universe where JC isn't paying attention to him/being sad about him because JGY was JC's childhood bestie... effervescent

the many stages of WWX's reaction

YEAH. THE FEELINGS. THE MANY STAGES OF WWX'S REACTIONS INDEED

(sorry I got overboard while thinking how things would play...) it's very long!!

you haven't asked, but imo at the start, wwx is very excited! He is in his old body again! He has his strong golden core back!( Imo he is scarred by being 'the number one cultivation world's enemy'.) So, it's nice having cultivators who admire him! He is happily married with the love of his life, he is an accomplished scientist and a fun teacher! He didn't even kill 2000 people or his shijie! Everything is perfect.

So he goes to visit jc: his shidi isn't mad at him anymore! Why should he be? He didn't have crimes under his belt anymore.

Lotus Pier, the SAME lotus pier as before the massacre (there was a war, wwx knows that. Maybe during the rebuilding jc has found someone with great memory! Nice!), doesn't throw him out. He feels welcomed.

And then he goes to the sect leader (he has to ask before the disciples let him in the throne room. Rude, but he understands, jc loves formality. - lwj is quite confused... Why would sect leader jiang immediately run to welcome them? But wei ying is happy, so he holds back)

And then, they arrive at the throne room... And jc is there, at his rightful place, proud and scowly, and wwx is so HAPPY. He's at home again!

"jiang cheng, I am back!"

"..."

"..."

jc is so confused that stares at him, unimpressed. He doesn't know this wwx, but he has heard how weird he can be. Still, his inventions are amazing and useful and he is lwj's husband, and lwj is important to lxc... He can't be rude, he has to maintain a good relationship with the Lan. "I didn't know that wei-xiansheng has already been at Lotus Pier before, but I am glad to host such honorable guests. I would say to make yourself at home, but you have already done it forgetting formality", he sneers and wwx is confused. What the fuck jc?! Do you want formalities?! I beat your ass so many times, do you want me to bow to you???

Before wwx can say something, jc calls his second in command and Meng Yao arrives. He escorts them, under jc's order, to their guest room.

wwx is so confused that he lets it happen. Then, he asks his husband what the fuck is happening. Why is meng yao here? Isn't he dead? lwj is worried about his husband' deteriorating memory, but he answers. He would do everything for his husband. But then wei ying's face goes white, then red, then purple! Is wei ying sick?????? He needs to find a good healer to help his husband!! So he leaves the room with an excuse.

In the meantime, wwx is fuming! MY killed shijie!!! He killed jzx, shijie, 2000 people, then comes back (how?? Idk. plot. plot), and JC LET HIM AT LOTUS PIER. JC WHAT THE FUCK!! YOU COULDN'T STAND MY SIGHT FOR ONE SECOND, NOW YOU LET MENG YAO IN!! BASTARD.

It's unacceptable! He needs to fix things!!! He has to, if jc doesn't!!! He goes to jc's personal pavilion ('see, meng yao, I know lotus pier! Even better than you!' he mocks MY speech and suggestions about lotus pier's best inns).

When he arrives, - he sneaks really, now lotus pier has an hell of security system, he almost got caught! That never happened to him before! - he sees jc, MY AND jl eating at a low table. All together. Happily.

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK? JL EVEN YOU! THE BETRAYAL! wwx knows that jl in the other universe forgives him (he is shijie' son, at the end of the day) but jgy's too???? Now???? jgy wasn't stabbed by jl! What right does he have to sit at his side?!?! And jl and wwx's relationship was still fragile, they were still working on trust and shit like that, what's the easy way they talk???? JC STOP PEALING LOTUS SEEDS FOR MY TOO. ONLY JL CAN HAVE THEM.

Unfortunately wwx is caught by the jiang disciples. They brings him to jc and wwx snaps: "jc what the fuck?!?! He killed shijie!!! You should be skinning him alive not feeding him!! Or just whipping him because you are boring. Whatever. But what the fuck?!"

And jc gets mad, but not 'wwx has pissed me off but it will pass'mad or 'I am rightfully even if unfairly mad about shijie and the peacock' bodies 'mad. No, he is 'you are pissing me off and I would kill you without thoughts - but REALLY KILL you'mad.

jl snaps "how dare you talk about my mother like that?! Do you wanna die???"

And jc" mister wei has overstepped his stay and bounds. I'll forget it for the sake of our clans, just this one time. Nonetheless, what happens to meng yao is a jiang family matter"

Lwj arrives and apologizes in wwx's stead. Then lwj drags him out of lotus pier. wwx is confused and angry. What is lwj doing?? He explains to his husband that jgy's the devil! He is bad and mean and a cunning manipulator! He killed wrh! He killed nmj! He killed jgs!

But lwj is even more worried: yes, Meng Yao - who is jgy? - killed wrh, but both jgs and nmj are still alive. Maybe wei ying is tired. Lwj is so worried about his husband's memory.

No one,- lsz, wn, ljy- believes him... And it's just as before, when he was all alone against the world, where no one believes him or in him... The food is tasteless, the world seems again to not have a place for him... His home isn't his home anymore...

But wwx has shit to fix! He needs to help jc and jl to see jgy's real nature! HE NEEDS TO FIX THINGS

And that's the fic:

jc's unmovable love for his family plus jl's good heart plus jgy cunning scheming vs. wwx inability to handle jc's emotions (indifference is unacceptable! How does jc dare to forget wwx?) plus his exaggerated reactions

[enavstars]

(Naruto has specifically also called him "mom" multiple times)

Headcanons time!

After the war Obito is perfectly fine (like in canon as we all know, I'm not delusional at all obviously) and also Sasuke goes out to travel the world.

Obito is kept under house arrest at Kakashi’s for a few years until he's finally set completely free and so immediately marries Kakashi.

On the other hand, Kakashi suggests to Sasuke to stay at his house too whenever he comes back to visit the village since he doesn't have a place anymore (until he starts dating Naruto later). At first everything is awkward because Sasuke and Obito have a complicated relationship (with, you know, the massacre and all) and Kakashi also has other quiet intentions.

Kakashi actually hopes to use this opportunity to apologize to Sasuke for how he treated him. I mean, as much as I love them, Kakashi did treat Sasuke unfairly because he projected himself a little too much onto the boy, and now he just doesn't know how to approach the subject because of his poor social skills. When he finally apologizes, Sasuke does not get his point, getting confused because he believes that the fact that he cared is enough (I mean the boy doesn't really know how a healthy relationship with an (older) adult should look like). But Kakashi doesn't like that answer, so he gently explains how just that is simply not enough. This leads Sasuke to finally reflect on his life and decide to move forward, accepting Kakashi's apology.

Afterwards Kakashi talks to him about what can he do as a Hokage to honor the Uchiha clan (I'm still pissed that they tried to brush off a genocide so I'm fixing it). In the end they settle for a memorial and firing (and hopefully imprisoning) the other two council elders that supported it all.

Meanwhile, Sasuke and Obito's relationship also develops. Sasuke doesn't forgive Obito, and at the same time Obito is working on his own guilt and atonement, so evidently they don’t get along at first. Eventually, when Kakashi truly becomes one of Sasuke's most precious people/bonds, he starts tolerating Obito because he understands he's important to Kakashi. As time goes on Sasuke and Obito slowly manage to cool off their relationship and find some common grounds with everything they’ve been through. Together they eventually reflect on it, little by little, from the many tragedies that stained their lives to the manipulation they have both suffered; by the result of Konoha’s rotten system in one way or another. Although they have much to work on, especially with Obito, how he tried to pull Sasuke’s strings, and his part in the Uchiha massacre, Sasuke chooses to not give in to his hatred. He understands Obito in the end, and is able to move on. And on his part, Obito does make an effort to treat him much better than he used to.

In fact, one way he tries to make up for his mistakes is by telling Sasuke about the Uchiha clan's history and traditions, the stuff that Sasuke could never know before because he was too young, as he thinks that their legacy should be passed down to someone who truthfully honors the clan with their full chest.

Basically Sasuke deserves love so I gave him a father figure (Kakashi), because every other adult has treated him terribly and he desperately needs one. And Obito is now his annoying/weird uncle/stepfather.

I will of course make more comics because they're also very chaotic, being three people in a single house and yet amounting to:

- two war criminals, Uchiha

- two married men

- two moon-coded traumatized people

(worthy of an unhinged Venn Diagram)

[devotedsweetheart]

"spell your name on it."

you're immediately snapped out of your daze at the sound of his voice.

"w-..what?" you pant, unsure if you've heard him right or if you're too fucked out to hear correctly.

"you heard me, pips. spell your name on my cock."

he's still so nonchalant about it regardless of the tone of his voice and the words coming out of his mouth. you're riding him and he's simply laying there with his hands folded behind his head, allowing you to do all the work. it's a beautiful sight, really... if only you weren't so cock drunk to get a proper view.

"i-... um.." you stutter under your breath, unsure of what to do next. your hands are still on his chest for support while your head is tilted down to stare him in the eyes. your rhythm on his dick has faltered as you've suddenly gotten incredibly shy, something that rarely happens in the bedroom. "i'm confused."

at that, he raises a brow and lets out a small snicker.

"confused? here, let me help you-"

is the last warning you get before he's bringing his hands to your waist and manhandling you to spell the letters of your name.

it's an amazing feeling, having his cock drag against your g-spot over and over again as you sit there helpless. you've slithered your hands to grip onto his forearms, scratching at them. all you get in return is a hiss, making you look up at him and notice that his tongue is stuck out. he really is focused, i guess.

once he's finished, he leans back and grins the happiest grin there ever was.

"there. now my cock is ruined for anyone else. continue, please."

[kashverse]

uncle gogo = gojo, for those confused

career day at the sukuna household is not for the weak.

at the tender age of five, your daughter is no longer just a visitor at her father’s company. no. today, she is there for work. she arrives at the office in her best outfit—tiny blazer, tiny briefcase, tiny attitude—ready to take on the corporate world. sukuna, ever the supportive father, plays along.

"alright, kid," he says as they step into his office, adjusting the little lanyard around her neck that says junior executive (custom-made, obviously). "first day on the job. you ready?"

"mm-hmm." she nods seriously, clutching her briefcase like it holds state secrets. "good," sukuna smirks, ruffling her hair. "first order of business—don’t let the idiots boss you around."

"idiots like uncle gogo?" she asks.

"especially uncle gogo."

things go smoothly at first. your daughter sits in sukuna’s big chair, scribbling on documents (coloring books), occasionally nodding as if she understands corporate jargon. employees pop in to say hello, bringing little gifts—stickers, snacks, an absurdly large teddy bear that now sits beside her like an honorary executive.

but then, he arrives. a mid-level manager with a smile just a little too fake, eyes that linger just a little too long. your daughter, ever perceptive, immediately stiffens. the man kneels beside her chair, trying to look friendly. "and who is this little boss?" he asks, voice dripping with condescension. your daughter stares him down, face blank.

"…weird man," she declares.

the entire office goes silent. sukuna, who had been checking emails, slowly looks up.

"what?"

his daughter turns to him, completely unbothered.

"i don’t like weird man."

the manager laughs awkwardly. "kids, huh? always saying the darndest things." sukuna barely spares him a glance. "yeah. they do."

your daughter, meanwhile, has already moved on, humming as she arranges her teddy bear like it’s the new CFO. sukuna doesn’t think much of it at first. kids have weird instincts. but a few hours later—

"boss," one of his executives says, looking grim. "we have a problem." sukuna doesn’t look up from his laptop. "when don’t we?"

"it’s about him."

the name that follows is the same weird man his daughter had called out earlier. sukuna finally looks up.

"what about him?"

"he’s been embezzling funds. we just caught the discrepancies in the accounts—tens of thousands missing. and, uh..." the executive hesitates. "he’s also been at the center of multiple employee harassment complaints. HR covered it up, but—"

CRACK.

everyone in the office flinches. sukuna has broken his pen in half.

by the end of the day, weird man is ex-employee weird man. security drags him out kicking and screaming, and the company lawyers are already preparing a case. sukuna, meanwhile, sits back in his chair, arms crossed as he watches his daughter—his psychic daughter—methodically stacking staplers like it’s part of an intricate business strategy.

"so," he says, tapping his fingers against the desk. "you got anything else for me, little oracle?"

she looks up at him, blinking.

"uncle gogo steals candy from your office."

sukuna sighs. "of course he does."

[bywons]

HAIRTIE 、 pjs

𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄， 𝗃𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎

❪ 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐄 ❫ ｡ 𝗉𝗃𝗌 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋 1O45 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 ✿ 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 贅沢 ／

★REBLOG4AKISS

“you learned how to do braids for me, didn’t you?”

jay’s fingers pause in your hair, and for a moment, he forgets how to breathe.

your voice is light, teasing, but he feels it like a punch to the gut. you’re sitting between his legs on your bed, his fingers gently working through the strands of your hair, and your question knocks the balance right out of him.

he clears his throat, trying to sound casual. “what? no. obviously not.”

you raise a brow, but keep your eyes forward. “really?”

“yeah,” he says quickly, too quickly. “i learned it for… for my niece.”

you turn slightly, just enough to shoot him a playful look. “your niece who lives overseas?”

jay blinks. “yeah. we… we facetime.”

“you braid her hair over facetime?” you ask, stifling a laugh.

he wants to die. “look, it’s called remote support,” he mutters.

you giggle, leaning back slightly so your shoulder brushes his knee. he thinks he might pass out.

“can you hand me the hair tie?” jay asks in a lower, sweeter tone, praying his voice wouldn’t actually betray the blush on his face.

“i already gave you one,” you reply, a little confused. did he lose your hair tie?

jay doesn’t tell you the truth—that he spent hours watching tutorials at 2am just to figure out the perfect method. that he practiced on a pillow. that he kept the hair tie you left in his car one night and never gave it back. that he wears it on his wrist like a silent confession.

“oh,” jay murmurs, staring at the hair tie on his wrist like it just betrayed him, “c-can i get another one?”

jay screams and begs internally, he doesn’t want to let go of the one on his wrist.

“sure,” you chirp after a pause, glancing at your hair tie already wrapped around his wrist, “here.”

he finishes the braid in silence, fingers trembling only slightly as he loops the elastic you just handed him. not the one on his wrist. he can’t let go of that one.

“done,” he says quietly, voice low and careful. “do you like it?”

you turn to look at him fully, and the moment you meet his eyes, his breath catches.

“it’s cute,” you say, lifting your fingers to touch the end of the braid. “a little messy. but i like it.”

he smiles, but it’s tight. strained. like he’s holding something back.

you tilt your head. “still for your niece?”

jay hesitates.

you don’t look away. you’re waiting for him.

“no,” he says, finally. it’s soft, but honest. “not for her.”

your lips part. surprise flickers across your face, but you don’t pull away. you don’t move at all. you just wait.

so he breathes in, then out. and tells the truth.

“i learned it for you,” he says. “because you always forget your hair ties. because the ends of your braids are never even. because i wanted to help. because i wanted to be the one who noticed.”

you don’t respond immediately. just stare at him like he’s something delicate and golden, like he just dropped his heart in your hands and you’re afraid to squeeze too hard.

“i like when you notice,” you whisper.

he leans in.

it happens fast, but it doesn’t feel rushed. it feels inevitable. his hand finds your cheek, thumb brushing the soft skin beneath your eye, and then his lips are on yours.

your breath hitches in your throat, but you kiss him back without hesitation. it’s soft at first—slow, searching, a quiet question.

then your hand fists in the fabric of his sleeve and he deepens the kiss with a quiet sound in the back of his throat, like he’s been holding this in for too long. your mouths move together in perfect, breathless sync, like you’ve both waited forever.

you gasp when he nips lightly at your bottom lip, and he immediately soothes the sting with a gentle kiss, his hand sliding to the back of your neck. your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging just enough to make him exhale sharply against your lips.

when you finally pull away, you’re both breathless, flushed.

“that wasn’t bad,” you whisper, eyes half-lidded.

jay raises a brow, lips pink. “not bad?”

you hum. “for someone who braids with trembling hands.”

he lets out a soft laugh, brushing a strand of hair from your cheek. “you think that was good?” he murmurs. “i’m better with practice.”

you smirk, leaning forward so your noses bump. “then prove it.”

his smile disappears into another kiss—this one deeper, hungrier. he shifts, slowly guiding you down to the bed, your back hitting the mattress as his weight presses into you, careful and warm. his hand cups your cheek again, the other braced beside your head.

you whimper softly when his lips drag down to the corner of your mouth, then along your jaw. his nose nudges the sensitive spot beneath your ear, and your breath hitches when he plants the softest kiss there.

“you’re seriously dangerous,” you mumble, breathless.

“you started it,” he whispers back, smiling against your skin.

your hands find his shoulders, your fingers pressing into the firm muscle beneath his shirt. he kisses you again, slower this time, more drawn out—like he’s savoring you, memorizing the taste, the feel.

when he finally pulls back, just enough to see your face, his eyes are darker than before. “you okay?”

you nod, lips parted. “yeah. just… wondering why you waited so long.”

he shrugs, brushing his thumb along your bottom lip. “i was too busy learning how to braid.”

you giggle, the sound muffled when he kisses you again—gentle but insistent.

“you’re lucky you’re cute,” you say between kisses.

jay grins. “you’re lucky i’m hopelessly in love with you.”

you blink.

he freezes.

but then you smile—slow, soft, radiant. “hopelessly?”

“completely,” he says. “terminal case.”

you pull him back down, kissing him again, arms wrapping around his neck. “good.”

jay kisses you like it’s all he knows. like he was made for it. and as he curls up beside you, your legs tangled together, he glances down at the black hair tie on his wrist.

he’s never taking it off.

not now.

not ever.

스루 ܃ for my goat @boyfhee ! happiest birthday, caelcium >< i love you smsmsm, i hope you like this one hehe 💗

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