#wakes up and never speaks of them again unless it's through the means of a screenshot /hsrs

[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

Something About Curly Hair and Any Character You Have in Mind

I've always had a fantasy of someone playing with my curls. Delicately pulling on them, like a kid pulling on a string. Playfully and adoringly watching the curl bounce back. Maybe the person could even praise it, saying it's cute, or beautiful, or mesmerising. Especially if they don't have curly hair.

A few minutes ago, my girl friend did it to me, exactly how I've always dreamed, even if inside I wanted to pull away, afraid that she would mess it up, I didn't, and she didn't, and even if she did, I wouldn't care, because I'm starved. So here's this little scenario that I finally felt courage and inspiration to write.

This was written based on my own experience having 123B hair, that has some volume on it (how do you even measure that??), with definition, so you must imagine it was very indulgent.

Also works for Readers of any race!!!! I just specify they have natural curls, didn't even mention the colour.

Gn!Reader and Gn!Character so you reaaaally can imagine whoever you want. But the character probably doesn't have curly hair, and learns to do different hairstyles on you (it's different doing it on yourself and then doing on other people, so you still can imagine any gender or appearance on them). Sex is mentioned. I'm tagging this with the first characters that come to my mind while writing this, just to make it easier.

Might edit this later because it's currently 3am and I'm sleepy as fuck

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They love you. That means they love everything about you. And they love your hair.

They think the volume is sexy. Think clouds can't be softer. Think the way the light reflects on it is ethereal. Think the curls smells heavenly. Think the shape is unmatched.

When you move your hair, it's like being a kid and having a first crush again. Especially if the action causes the delicate smell of it travel through the air faster than they can blink, and they're swallowed in a fog of you.

When you sleep in the same bed together for the first time, and every other time after, they like to wake up before you. Just to admire your peacefull beauty for a while. Like the rest of the world doesn't exist. That's the best way to start a day.

Sometimes, boredom doesn't get to them because tracing curl patterns in your hair with their eyes is entertainment for a lifetime. Never before have they noticed that someone can have more than one curl texture, and how unique and perfect that mixture can look.

There's moments where they get distracted by you. You, taking their attention from something supposedly more important at that moment. Either you smell too nice, or look too good, or shine too bright. And they just can't seem to find anything more interesting than looking at you and your hair.

The first time they touched it, they were surprised by how soft it was, like cotton. Almost weightless, despite it's volume and length. Other people's hair surely doesn't feel like this. They spend so much time touching it the first time, that you have to ask them to stop, or you wouldn't have a nice hair day the next day. They looked like a kicked puppy, so you taught them to gently scrunch from the bottom.

They think bonnets are funny at first, but not in a bad way. They're not laughing at you. Mostly giggling, actually. They understand you may have needed some courage to look like this with them around. And it's like a tiny, almost nonexistent, relationship goal. To be intimate enough to feel confortable wearing a bonnet in front of your partner. And they love that you have no problem doing it.

They even buy silk sheets and pillows if it might help you. It might be morte confortable and not mess with your hair. And they understands sex while having curly hair might be frustrating at times.

Speaking of, they won't pull or mess with it unless you ask for it. They took very seriously your lesson from the first time. And if you have some instructions to give them on how to do it while causing less damage, then you certainly will lift a weight off some shoulders.

Oh, and the difference of how it looks when it's wet and then dry? They can't believe their eyes for a moment. Logic seems to escape. It feels impossible. But it isn't. And they're amazed. Almost jealous for not being as gorgeous as you. They understand why someone would be jealous of you.

Actually, they partially think others should be. If someone dares to utter you are less than stunning, then oh boy. God help them.

Any styling is great. And they're so in love with you, so focused on you, eyes solely on you, that they think no hairstyle looks as good on other people, as they look on you. Even if you hate it, he thinks it looks way better than it would have on anyone else.

Also, they learn some things. They learns to curl with their fingers, how to put on clips, how to do some braids, or buns, or pigtains, or anything you wear often. Even something you never did, but they think will make you ethereal, they will do it on you. They might not even teach you, just so you'll need them for something.

They feel part of their heart breaking if you straighten it. Sure it looks good. If it makes you happy, than they're happy. But it's far from a favorite look on you. It's not the natural you. And they love you. They might love a modified version of you, but only because they love you. Just the way you are.

And if you ever feel insecure, I assure you, they're gonna fix you right up.

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[beast-feast]

Only thing keeping me sane 2night is V1 + coming to terms that Mr. Istvan Alchemy Stars is a fucking dad in spirit. Sir stop calling Navi young man I can only be a man enjoyer so much........

[sungchanarcade]

aftercare w/ riize

this is my first post yayyy!! i'm marina and welcome to my blog! i'm happy ur here :)

shotaro

he would help with cleaning up, but only like… the bare minimum😭

if he was rough with you then he wouldn’t let you get out of bed and instead he’d bring back a towel and some water so you don’t have to move

whether it was intense or not though, he would always be so gentle when cleaning you up. has at least 12 different ways to ask “are you okay?” and you bet he uses all of them every time. he hates the idea of accidentally hurting you without realizing so he always checks in with you

speaking of checking in, he’s definitely asking for feedback after😭 but it’s always in the form of teasing. “you sounded so pretty screaming my name, do i really make you feel that good?” (he also asks questions just to fuel his ego)

has a thing for kissing your shoulder once he’s done and he needs to kiss your bare skin before getting you a clean shirt (that definitely belongs to him) or he’ll get pouty—once, you’d gotten dressed before he could get his kiss and he made you take off your shirt again😐

but despite all his sweetness, that is the extent of his cleanup. would rather die than change the sheets. if they’re actually unusable, he’s taking them off, covering his mattress with a blanket, and leaving everything else to deal with when you two wake up

euseok

SUCH a gentleman oh my god, he’d be a dream

probably rougher during sex but the second you’re finished it’s like a switch flips, suddenly he exists only to care for you and is prepared to travel to the ends of the earth to make you as comfortable as possible

if you shower, you won’t have to lift a finger, he’ll wash your hair for you and massage your shoulders. if you don’t, he’ll clean you up with a towel and rub lotion into your skin (it’s calming enough to send you to sleep more than once)

he feels like he can’t rest until he knows you’re feeling good, even if that means fighting his own tiredness to do so, which is both a blessing and a curse because he never lets you give him the same treatment unless you like… fight him over it (you’ve only won 2 times, once after he’d come back from traveling for two weeks so he was clingy and tired, and again on his birthday)

but he’s similar to shotaro in the sense that he is so so gentle when he touches you. i think he’d love to just constantly let his hands wander, fingertips brushing over your bare skin like he’s saying “i love you” with his hands

sungchan

this mf is passed the fuck out as soon as you’re done 😭

but i think it mostly comes from the fact that he tends to accidentally overexert himself during sex without realizing. poor baby doesn’t realize his stamina isn’t as high as he thinks it is

he likes making you cum at least twice every time, even if it means denying his own release until you’ve already finished, so he unintentionally overstimulates himself every time

crying in bed is probably common with him tbh (the thought of him feeling so good he’s literally in tears actually drives me insane)

cums so much. like so much. orgasm denial + massive cock (we all know it) = so so messy. cleaning up would probably be a nightmare, especially since he’ll be too fucked out to move, much less help, so sometimes you make him wear a condom for the sole reason that you don’t feel like putting yourself through cleaning him up by yourself

on the rare occasions when he doesn’t immediately fall asleep he would still be super tired after. the two of you would take a shower together and you’d have to wash his hair for him while he just holds you in his arms and tries not to fall asleep on your shoulder. he’d also be really clingy, but that’s a thought for another day

wonbin

pillow princess will be a pillow princess… this man is NOT moving

he would also want you to be the one to clean him off (princess treatment) but he won’t fall asleep. he likes to watch you and he always has so much love in his eyes that it almost makes it worth it to be in charge of cleaning up by yourself (almost)

but if you have to change the sheets after—he definitely loves messy sex—he will help you with that, you just have to give him at least 15 minutes before he even considers getting out of bed

he wouldn’t be exhausted after like sungchan, i think he’d recover after a bit of a break and then have enough energy to strip the sheets and start laundry, sometimes even make a snack or meal for the two of you, he just needs some time to regain energy

sometimes he’d cook something or take a bath together, but his favorite thing to do is always just getting back in bed and cuddling. the conversations y’all would have during late hours… he always makes sure you feel safe with him and is a very attentive listener, no matter how unimportant the topic of conversation might seem

seunghan

likes to care for you, but wants to be done as soon as possible

he falls somewhere between shotaro and eunseok when it comes to how much effort he’s putting in. he loves making you happy—he loves loving you—but he’s going to do just the necessary steps because he wants to lay back down with you as quickly as he can

another big post-sex cuddler, it’s necessary to him. he’s a very touchy person all the time, he’s always got an arm around you or hugging you from behind, and that energy amplifies whenever you two are alone so he can’t keep his hands off you for too long

totally gets distracted at least 4 times because “just one kiss” always leads to ending up back in bed tangled up in each other until you remind him that you still need to change the sheets. without that reminder he for sure would forget entirely and probably fall asleep

sohee

to him, aftercare is a two person event. but he sees it as less of a task to be completed and more as an extension of sex, like it’s a part of the whole experience for him

he gets very giggly, a lot of big smiles and cheek kisses. he loves washing your hair for you and gets so so happy when you return the favor. 

after your shower you always do each other’s skincare and it takes twice as long because he keeps stopping to kiss you (“your chapstick tastes better than mine”)he sees aftercare as something just as intimate as sex, just in a different atmosphere, so all his tender touches and soft words are just as special and give just as much effort (and boy does he deliver every. time.)

anton

another one who will take on all the work so you won’t have to move. any complaints will be silenced with a kiss (but just as you start getting into it he breaks away with a cheeky smile)

he really likes holding you

 he’ll hug you into his chest while you wait for the shower to warm up

he’ll stand behind you and wrap his arms around your waist to rest his chin on your shoulder while watching you comb your hair

once you’re both back in bed best believe he is not letting you out of his arms and will start whining if you even try pulling away

i feel like he’d mess up your hair (just a little) when you’re in the middle of combing it out just to get a reaction out of you, but every time he’ll just cup your face and his smile is SO big and then it’s impossible to be mad anymore

[bkgml]

hiii do u think u could write something where maybe bakugo has been stressed lately. never yells at his so, treats them so good but one night after a stressful day, he’s dreaming and his hands burn up a little while he’s holding their waist, and burns them and he doesn’t wake or anything and they try to hide it from him, he finds out and is like super upset at himself and is distant etc hehe :,-) i rlly like ur writing so i’d be excited if u got to write something like this or anything in general

omg omg this is such a great idea!

youre cooking dinner when you hear the front door swing open.

“hi, honey!” you call to him, ready to switch off the burner so you can give him a welcome home kiss.

in return, all you get is a sigh as he sits on the couch.

“katsuki?” you call as you turn the corner from the kitchen to the living room.

you see him, head in his hands and still in his hero suit.

you walk towards him and thread your fingers through his hair, pulling his head toward your stomach.

normally he’d wrap his arms around your waist and nuzzle into your stomach.

but today, he got news that he was being sent on a mission to canada for three months.

away from you.

away from his home.

away from everyone.

and if accepts it, it’s practically a guaranteed job offer to being the number one hero, his dream. though, it would put a large rift in your relationship as he wouldn’t be able to contact you in any way.

he stands from his spot on the couch.

“uh, i’m gonna shower. need to think for a minute.” he says, giving you a lifeless peck to your temple before he turns to leave.

you’d be upset, but he seems stressed. so instead you decide to throw pyjamas in the dryer for him so they’ll be warm once he’s out and start plating dinner.

you set the table before hearing the water shut off.

“ack!” you yelp, running to grab his pyjamas from the dryer.

“hey katsuki?” you call to him, knocking on the door.

you see his pretty face, ridden with stress as he opens the door.

“hm?” he asks lowly.

despite his worry, you still smile at his tired eyes and soft voice.

before you speak, you press a sweet kiss to his nose and watch his eyes flutter shut at the contact.

“brought you warm jammies.” you whisper, kissing his nose again.

he sighs against you before opening the door wider and bringing you into his arms.

“hi.” you whisper.

“mm.” he grunts, but you know he means ‘thank you, love you’.

you pull away after a minute.

“get dressed, dinners on the table.” you smile.

he nods and you head back into the kitchen.

the two of you eat dinner in silence while he thinks to himself.

“what’s on your mind?” you ask as the two of you wash the dishes.

he sets the final plate into the cupboard and clears his throat.

“just work.” he says.

“hmm. i’m sorry baby boy.” you coo, dragging your nails up his arms.

he groans, leaning back into you.

you hug him from behind, reaching your hand under his shirt and brushing against his abs soothingly.

“you gonna tell me specifically?” you ask softly.

he sighs and straightens up.

“not until i decide what to do.” he replies, turning in your arms.

you smile sadly and take him by the hand into your bedroom.

“sleep on it then?” you ask and he nods.

as the two of you get ready for bed in silence you wonder what has him so stressed out.

if he couldn’t save someone he would be more upset and he would’ve told you.

if there was a deadline coming up for his report of a scene he would’ve worked on it today.

if he was being sent on a mission he would be happy.

unless?

“come to bed.” katsuki’s call for you interrupts your thoughts and you shut the bathroom light off before climbing into bed with him.

you stroke his cheek affectionately.

“you sure i cant help with the decision?” you try one more time.

he grabs your palm off his cheek and presses a kiss to it.

“not this time, sweetness.” he replies.

you sigh but nod nonetheless before turning away from him.

he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close, pressing kisses to your shoulder.

“i love you, katsuki. i know you’ll make a good decision.” you smile, turning your head to him.

he smiles sadly in return and presses a kiss to your lips, the first of the night.

it continues for minutes as he conveys every emotion within him.

his stress.

his love.

his anger.

his sorrow.

and you take it all, drinking it in and calming the storm brewing in his mind.

“i love you more.” he says.

you grin sheepishly and press a final peck to his lips.

“get some rest, kay?” you smile and lay your head on his arm.

“alright.” he says back, arms tightening around you.

as the two of you sleep, your mind is calm, full of white noise of love and laughter. while katsuki’s mind is plagued with darkness, storms returning with fury as he fights to make the right decision.

katsuki’s ferocious dreams bleed into yours as you feel white hot pain on your torso.

you open your already tear filled eyes and see katsuki’s hands burning into your flesh the same way his dreams burned yours.

you swallow a cry, a shout, you wrangle yourself out of his arms and throw yourself onto the other end of the bed.

you see your katsuki, eyes still closed, brain still unconscious, as he burns himself now.

“katsuki! katsuki wake up, baby. you’re burning yourself!” you shriek.

“katsuki!”

his eyes snap open and his quirk deactivates immediately.

“fuck! i’m sorry.” he apologizes for scaring you.

“did you hurt yourself? let me see!” you cry, lifting his shirt seeing the minor burns on his skin.

“shit… i really liked this shirt.” he attempts to joke but you huff and glare at him.

jumping out of bed you grab his hand and start pulling him to the bathroom.

“i need to clean your wounds.” you mumble.

he follows and sees your charred shirt.

“did i hurt you??” he asks, worry laced in his tone.

“i’m fine, you just got my shirt.” you lie, turning on the bathroom light.

the two of you step in the bathroom.

“sit on the edge of the tub. where’s the first aid kit?” you say looking around the room.

he sits silently while keeping his eyes locked on your torso.

you open the cupboard under the sink and find what you’re looking for.

you walk towards katsuki while opening the first aid kit and ruffling through it while mumbling to yourself.

when you’re in arms reach his hands grab the back of your thighs.

your mumbling ceases and the bathroom goes quiet.

setting the first aid kit on the toilet you thread your fingers through his hair similarly to when he first came home tonight.

“did i burn you?” he whispers, restating his question.

“no, katsuki. i told you, it’s just my shirt. let’s get you clean-“ you’re forced to cut yourself off as he lifts your shirt and sees the nauseating burns on your torso.

his breath hitches and you look down to see tears falling from his eyes.

“it’s not your fault.” you rush to tell him.

his eyes look to yours.

those glossy, heart shattering eyes looking to you for guidance, for an answer.

“it’s not your fault.” you repeat.

he looks back at your burns before his eyes return to yours.

“i burned you.” he whispers, voice cracking.

“you were unconscious.” you whisper back, leaning down to press your forehead to his.

“it’s okay. it’s okay. it’s okay.” you repeat as your arms wrap around his head and his face finds the junction between your neck and shoulder.

his sobs begin to fill the bathroom and you hold him and repeat to him.

“it’s okay. it’s okay. it’s okay.”

ten minutes later he’s calm enough.

“you going to tell me what has you this worked up, now?” you ask.

“they want me to go on a no-contact mission for three months. in canada.” he whispers, numb from his crying.

you kiss his dried tears and he allows his eyes to fall shut.

“if it means you get that number one spot like you’ve always dreamed then we can get through it, katsuki.” you say.

“i’m not going.” he replies, snapping out of his numbed stare.

you blink at him.

“what do you mean? this is your dream and i’m going to support you every step of the way.” you smile.

“i’m not going.” he repeats as he grabs your hand and pulls you through the house.

you follow, confused.

“katsuki??”

“i’m taking your ass to the hospital.” he says, tightening his grip on your hand.

“we’re getting these burns treated.” he grabs his keys and opens the front door.

“i’m going to work ten times as hard.” he pulls you out the door and to his car.

“i’m going to be the number one hero.” he opens your car door and helps you sit.

“and i’m going to do it all right here. with you.” he confirms, grinning determinedly at you.

a bright smile takes over your face as you grab his cheeks and kiss him sweetly.

“i love you.” you whisper.

“i love you more and i’m sorry i burned you, baby girl. never again, okay?” he says, pecking your cheeks repeatedly.

you nod in affirmation and he closes your car door.

while he walks to his side, he takes in the fresh air for the first time since he felt the crushing weight of the rift between you and his work life.

[dilfl0v3rss]

ony is the best baby daddy like he just has that energyyy 😫

rightttttt like he gets the kids on time and if he’s late he will always let you know. he knows how to do his daughters hair and always makes sure his son has a haircut. his kids are always dressed nice and he always makes sure they’re taking care of each other as well as taking care of their beautiful mother.

he still finds himself looking out for you too, always telling the kids to “order sum for mommy” when he takes them out to eat or to “always make sure mommy’s not working too hard”. even on days he isn’t supposed to have them he’d gladly take them if you were feeling overwhelmed. if you’re feeling sick he’ll literally sleep at your house, soup and medicine sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch as he slept just incase you were to wake up in the middle of the night.

he’d constantly “forget” money at your house after he leaves too, telling you to “just get yourself sum nice”. if you give the money back anyways he’d give it to his oldest child, telling them to put it in your wallet for him.

when it’s his weekend with the kids he’d call you every couple of hours to let you know he has everything under control since he knows how worried you could get when you haven’t heard from him i awhile.

he always speaks highly of you to the kids, telling his daughters stories of when the two of you were young and in love and telling his sons stories of how strong you were for him when he couldn’t be strong for himself. your kids would honestly be what got the two of you back together. they’d constantly tell you the stories their father would tell them, reminding you of how happy the two of you used to be and making you realize that you didn’t even know why the two of you called it quits in the first place.

as soon as you called ony he’d answer on the first ring, throwing millions of questions at you since you never really called unless he had the kids. you’d shut him up by asking if he could come over to talk for a little in which he replied almost instantly with a yes. he’d be over there in less than fifteen minutes letting you lead him to your bedroom to talk just incase your kids came downstairs for some water or a late night snack.

of course the two of you didn’t get to talk for more than ten minutes, his dick shoved deep into you as he held his hand over your mouth. “shhh mama you gotta be quiet. ion want you t’wake the kids” he’d whisper, fucking into you deeper as he watched your teary eyes roll to the back of your skull. you’d mumble back a muffled “mhm” as you felt the pad of his thumb begin to circle your clit. you’d whine and moan for him loader and loader, turning him on to the point where his grunts and groans began to come out at a higher volume as well. soon enough the both of you were deep in bliss, fucking on each other just like you used to. you’d tell him how much you missed him and how you’ve never stopped loving him and he’d gladly say it back, deepening his stroke as he left passionate kisses on your lips.

as the two of you finished ony would lay you back down, letting sleep claim you as he moved towards the door to check on his little angels. as soon as he turned the doorknob loud shuffles could he heard from the hallway, the sound of a bunch of feet running towards one of the bedrooms and little whispers of “sh sh shh” and “be quiet” coming from it as he made his way down the hall to check on his “sleeping” children. he couldn’t help but smile when he seen them cuddled up together on a large blanket of the floor, some of the smaller ones in bed with the oldest. they had different rooms, but chose to sleep together often since they were all so close.

ony couldn’t help but notice the small smiles on each of their faces, nothing but excitement and joy rushing through them as they thought about how happy much happier their parents will be now that they’re together again.

i didn’t even mean to write this i just let my brain leak all over the place…

[girlgenius1111]

masterlist wips last updated march 25

alexia putellas

a cure for frustration p1 make it better p2 -smut

do you want my attention? -smut

do you need me? p1 just admit it p2

tease p1 tease p2 -smut

love you anyway p1 i love you... it's all i can think p2 let me show you p3-smut

trying to be cool about it p1 we don’t have to talk about it p2 i can't hide from you like i hide from myself p3

waiting room p1 she’ll be the best you ever had if you let her p2

didn't mean to forget you

something isn’t right, babe

give you my sunshine, give you my best

got love struck went straight to my head p1 what if all i need is you p2 smut

who could stay?

talk more

didn't think that through smut

birthdays are supposed to have surprises p1 i'll be whatever you need p2

stuck with me

echoes of her

you come back with gravity

miscommunications + conversations

say it again smut

rather be anyone else

please smut please part 2

i always know what you need smut putellas!reader

when i break, it's in a million pieces chap 1 shining just for you chap 2 all i do is try, try, try chap 3

young, drunk, and alone

i'll make it through the winter if it kills me p1 i'll angel in the snow until i'm worthy p2

ona batlle

you don't have to pretend with me

that night was a mistake

that night was a mistake

is this a mistake too? [smut]

i want to be here.

pay for your crimes

the great war

sweet dream was over

it was war it wasn't fair

burning embers

maybe it's the past that's talking... screaming from the crypt

we will never go back

claudia pina

resistance & persistence

always will

misa rodriguez

to the brink

no one speaks to you like that

snapped snapped p2

jenni hermoso

homecoming

cata coll

prove yourself

leah williamson

ACL tear #4, ACL couple #2 p1 matching injuries, matching fits p2 you could see the best of me p3 smut

leila ouahabi

can she make you feel like I do? smut

patri guijarro

like you mean it p1 i know you can p2 smut

ingrid engen

i wake up screaming from dreaming

engen!reader solstråle engen - family line

all that i did to try to undo it

all of my pain and all your excuses

ingrid engen x mapí león x reader

don't doubt us

always want you

you aren’t a chore…

all the same

alexia putellas x jenni hermoso x misa rodríguez x reader [aka the orgy fic]

just let go

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

barca femeni x reader

you can let it go p1. you talk of the pain like it's all alright p2. you can start a family who will always show you love p3. one step forward and three steps back p4.

don't tell Leah

pop back up p1 key to recovery p2

i can take care of myself

no one should be alone on christmas

worry about them p1 learn your lesson p2

always enough for us

don't you trust me?

wrong.

adrenaline junkie p1 with a high comes a crash p2 aftershocks p3 crumbling under pressure p4

i don't know why i am the way i am

you can face this

screaming underwater p1 wavin' from the shore p2

arsenal wfc x reader

i could change up my body and change up my face

don't let this darkness fool you

you can’t keep secrets from us

who I write for

alexia putellas

ona batlle

mapi leon

ingrid engen

mariona caldentey

patri guijarro

claudia pina

leah williamson

alessia russo

leila ouahabi

jenni hermoso

misa rodriguez

jana fernandez

I would say that this isn't like a full list because I feel like i'm forgetting people, but also just ask, i'll probably write for a lot of people unless I don't feel like I know their personality at all.

[toulousewayne]

Wake Up : A Bat Family One-Shot

———

Beep….Beep….Beep.

That’s the only sound in the room. That and the sounds of the tubes contracting. The room is full of your brothers and father. Alfred had stepped out to speak with the doctors.

Bruce sat in a chair to your right with Damian on the opposite side of your hospital bed. Tim sat like a cat perched in the window seal. Gotham City in her rainy and gloomy glory was just beyond the glass. Though it seem a lot more dim then normal. Jason had snapped and left an hour ago. Dick was in the corner pf the dim room not meeting anyone’s gaze.

“I’m sorry.” Bruce managed to choke the words out. They were the first words he said to you since you fight hours ago.

You were Bruce’s Daughter, and you too didn’t always see eye to eye. But he loved you in his own way only Bruce could understand. He gently pushed a stray piece of hair away from your face.

Beep…Beep…Beep.

That was the only reply he gotten. He replayed early tonight over and over like it had his parents deaths for many years.

——

“Are you fucking serious!” You hissed at him. You glared daggers at your father.

“Y/n”

“No, you told me the reason you and canceled on me was because of some life saving event,” That was true, Bruce had canceled on her for the millionth time this week alone.

“I didn’t lie to you,” he spoke monotonously. “Clark asked me to accompany Jon and Damian on a mission.” He took a sip from his wine.

“Oh, I forgot your Boy’s clubhouse.” She spat.

—-

Bruce gently brushed your black and red knuckles. He let out a deep wounded sigh. Dick glanced over and narrowed his gaze. “This is all your fault.”

Bruce didn’t meet his gaze. “I didn’t make time for her I know that, I don’t your in put here Dick.” He said his name so cold it was almost as if that was he was calling him rather than calling his name.

Tim scoffed,”You both are to blame.” Dick shot his gaze to the college student nearly giving himself second degree whiplash.

“And what do you mean by that,Timmy?” The older man gaze never leaving the younger one.

“We all know Bruce blows everyone off unless it’s about the mission. You just do it because you don’t care about anyone but your Team or your girlfriend.”

Dick stares down at his brother and crosses the room some he’s with earshot of him.

“Tim that’s bullshit and you know it,” he tries to keep his anger in but it’s simmering and he could pop at any giving moment, “I do my best to be there,and yes I can be everywhere at once but I do try. At least I try to be.”

The room felt silent again with everyone’s on the comatose girl. The fight between them feeling as though it dismissed itself within seconds. Dick shoves his hands in his pockets and turns on his heels.

“I’m gonna go to the cafeteria, I’ll be back.” No one stops him. The door shuts softly and the only sound is the machines and the rain on the window.

A knock on the door brings everyone back to earth. It’s Alfred. “The Commissioner is here, he needs a moment with you Master Bruce.”

Bruce excuses himself and leaves the room.

——

Jason takes a long puff and the smokes leaves his lips. He looks toward the city through a rainy night. The red light the hospital cases a highlight on his face.

He blew up on Bruce twice tonight, not that he didn’t feel that it wasn’t necessary he did. But it didn’t change the pit in his stomach, nor the smells of gasoline, burning rubber, and metal.

He remembers everything.

——

“You avoiding me too?” He turns to the doorway of the library. You walk into the light of the fireplace.

“No but I don’t have any interest in spending the night in my old room.” He fired back turning the page of his book and placing a bookmark in it before standing up.

She shakes her head at her big brother. “Forgot, if I’m not apart of the missions you guys forget about us on the surface.”

He clicks his tongue and huffs,”Not like that.”

She shakes her head and grabes his plate and mug. “Sure it’s not, we used to hang out but now that I do go out anymore it’s like I’m a ghost to him. You too.”

Jason doesn’t meet her gaze right away. “I’m not talking to Daddy Bats right now. I only came because Golden Boy wouldn’t stop blowing up my phone. I just got back from Columbia this afternoon. I’m just tired is all. I’m free in a day or two.” He rubbed his face and turned back to her.

“Forget it Jason, rain check.” She mumbled and walked out the room.

——

Jason puts out the smoke and stomps on it before pushing his shoulders away from the hospital and heads back inside.

——-

Dick sat at table in the corner in the cafeteria. He took a sip of his coffee which tasted like old dirt water. Then again it was 1 am.

He throws his head back rubbing his temples trying to massage away his stress to no avail.

He gets to his feet and leaves and heads down the hallway. The rush of the hospital in full swing. Doctors getting paged, the sounds of nurses making rounds, phone lines ringing,etc.

He took a sit in the main lobby. He closed his eyes for a moment thinking about the last time he spoke to his sister. It was growing on three weeks.

——

“So??”

Dick woke up from dosing off. He rubbed his eyes and sighed.”Sorry it’s been a long 24 hours.” He sighed and scratched Haley’s head.

“I can tell, you’re not sounding like yourself.” He picked up the phone and walked into the kitchen opening the fridge. It’s only contents being a Chinese takeout container, a pizza box that he got earlier, two cans of diet soda, half a case of beer and three water bottles.

He takes a water and downs it. “Tell me about it and with this mission around the corner I need to get some rest but I doubt it.”

“What mission?”

Dick stopped in his tracks. He hadn’t told anyone but Barbara and Bruce that he was leaving for San Francisco in the morning to meet with the Titans.

“I heading back to the Titans, we have to head to investigate a lead.” He almost whispered the last part.

The line was silent for a moment. “And how long will you be gone Dick?” He couldn’t make out her tone but he could tell she wanted a different answer that what he was going to tell her.

“A month maybe less maybe more I don’t know until I get back.”

“So you’re not coming to graduation then.” She said a little more with intensity.

He sighs,”Look I’m sorry I know I haven’t been around—

“That’s an understatement.” She cuts him off.

He rubs his face,”I’m come to the next event I promise.”

She scoffed,”And what’s that Dickie Bird? You missed Ballet recitals, High School graduation and now college. You missed everything? You and Bruce are not that far apart.”

“That’s not fair, it’s important what I’m doing.”

“You don’t miss Damian art exhibition? It’s or Donna’s new studio opening. You were there for Bruce for a charity dinner two months ago yet you couldn’t bother to call me or even come ten feet to me at the same dinner to tell me you weren’t even staying till the next morning to go out like you had planned for months! You don’t miss anything for anyone else because they’ll be disappointed,but it’s fine to flake on your sister and I’m so supposed to be okay with that!”

“I’m so sorry it’s really not like that, look I’ll make it up—“

“Don’t bother Grayson, for once in all these years I thought for once you were gonna show up for me. I was wrong.” He could hear the hurt in her voice. Before he could say anything else she hung up.

That was Three Weeks ago and they hadn’t spoken.

——-

Tim hadn’t moved from his spot in the window. He turned back towards the room. Damian was sleep in his chair. He turned his attention to his older sister.

He thinks about the last few hours tonight. How things got so ugly so fast.

—

“Y/n, you’re being ridiculous. It’s a mission in East Asia not strike.” Bruce replied.

She glared at her father. The room was silent. “Do you take me for one of blind followers.”

“Excuse me?”

She leaned down so she was eye level. “I’m not one of your soldiers, and that’s part of the problem isn’t it Father?”

He returns her gaze. “You’re barking up the wrong tree, I may not always be there for you but I’m trying.”

She laughes at him, “When was the last time you were there for me that wasn’t lurking in the shadows, or stopping one of the criminals you created from nearly killing me and thousands of other people.” He gaze never leaving her and his jaw when slack too.

“You sit there and smile for the news and the rest of the world like we’re one Big Happy Family but we have never been.”

Tim pushes his food with his fork. And sighs. She turns to him, “Anything you want to say Tim, we may as well get everything off our chest.”

He huffs,”No but this isn’t going to change anything. “

She grins,”I agree with Tim.” Jason and Dick stare a look and Damian as long stopped eating and is watching the spectacle.

“You do?” Bruce raises a brow at her. She nods again. “Tim’s right, you’re never going to change until you take your last dying breath. Because God Forbid your kids dying own your watch doesn’t register to you that you need to be present more.”

The air in the room was still.

Bruce doesn’t look at her. Jason doesn’t look away but his plate. Damian squirms in his seat and Dick clears his throat.

“I tried to be there.” Bruce finally speaks.

“But you weren’t, and no one is blaming you for that.” Alfred cuts in hopefully to stop the mess from going any farther.

She huffs,”No but I least that would change your perspective of only throwing yourself into harms way every damn night. All of you, it’s like you all don’t even stop to think about yourselves.”

“Sister we are all trained, even yourself.”

“That’s not the point. I’m not saying you’re not capable,” she tone softens,” I’m saying that most of the time you remember that and that’s all that matters. You don’t think what happens if you miss step, you underestimate the villains next move, or what the consequences are for you charging into a mission without a second thought.”

Bruce leans forward,”I know what the stakes are. You don’t think I don’t know what happens if I don’t stop and think about that. You don’t know anything about what I do at night, the were a child and didn’t want this life for yourself.” He stood up and looked at her in the eyes.

“I never wanted you to be apart of that life, I know you couldn’t handle it.”

The boys turn to look at their sister and Bruce.

“So you thought that little of me?” Tears formed in her eyes but anger was the clearest emotion across her face.

“I thought you didn’t need to do what we do, you’re better at what you do now.” Though Bruce thought he was being sincere his tone was more condescending and cold.

“Bruce!” Dick shouts.

“Screw you, you just wanted be to be apart of your image.”

It dawned on him how he hadn’t been able to properly communicate to her.

“Y/n that—

She took off from the table, she grabbed her purse and keys.

“Don’t worry Father, I wouldn’t want to tarnish your reputation.” She slammed the door and charged to her car. Not once slowing down even with Tim calling her phone multiple times and Damian yelling from the doorway.

She sped off through the gates and onto the road.

——

Y/n takes a sharp turn onto the main road and wipes her face with her sleeve. She sob to herself feeling so many things at once.

The sky opened and rain harmed down onto the road. “Great.” She turned on her wipers and lights and continued driving back towards the city to go to her apartment.

She ignored her phone that wouldn’t stop buzzing from calls from her brothers.

She felt like not just Bruce but they also thought so little of her. Maybe that’s why they didn’t want to spend time with her.

She graduated from Gotham University last night with a Bachelor Degree and yet it felt like she was alone. Alfred and the girls came. Bruce had missed the entire ceremony along with Damian. Tim was just landing from attending a business meeting in New York,Jason and Dick already had prior encounters.

She felt like she didn’t really feel like she belong with them. She snapped out of her daze and grabbed her phone inside of purse. She answered.

“Tim please you guys have got to stop—

A loud hoar range out and within seconds she looked to see a large truck. She attempted to move out of his way but it all happened to fast. She took a sharp right turn but the truck smashed head on the passenger side door causing everything to feel like a free fall. Her phone, contents of her purse falling all around her. She herself was jerked all over.

The car was immediately crushed by impacted and began to roll and tumble down the hill until it crashed into several trees.

Tim heard the crash and ran downstairs to where is his brother and Father were sitting in the study. By the tears on his face Bruce stood up and was in front of him.

“What’s wrong?”

“She was hit…the truck…I-i can’t hear her.”

—-

Bruce was racing down the road. Tim was still on the phone but all he could hear was beeping from the car and something tapping.

He stopped with red and blue light came into his view.

The two got out the car but two officers tried to block their paths.

“That’s my daughter let me through.” He order but the officers tried to keep him through but he managed to push the two men and run towards the site. Detective Montoya was at the scene.

“Please, how is she?” Bruce asked. Her expression was anything but hopeful.

“I don’t know Mr. Wayne I just got here, the Fire Department got her first and are working to get her free. As if on time two paramedics rushed down the side with an Orange board with straps. Moments later the returned with three firefighters carrying Y/n. Cuts, bruised and marks littered her body. Her eyes were black and blue and a tube was down her throat with a brack around her neck.

“Is she gonna be okay?” Bruce asked uneasily.

“We’re taking her to Gotham General, she stable but we have to go.” The younger paramedic told him. He turned to Tim who hopped in the ambulance with his sister and Bruce backed away slowly as the ambulance rushed down the street with sirens and light flashing.

He made it inside his car followed them.

—-

The first few hours were a blurry, she was rushed into surgery. Tim sat in the emergency room waiting area until Alfred arrived with the rest of the boys and they were taken upstairs to her room where Bruce was already waiting.

45 minutes later a nurse came in to tell them she was out of surgery. Shortly, afterwards the surgery told them the damages she suffered and she would be in a medical coma for a few days to help with the pain and swelling

And that brings us to the present.

Bruce re-entered the room and took his seat back.

“She’s gonna be okay,right B?”

He nodded. “We hope so. She’s a fighter like us.” He took her cold hand and offered a gentle squeeze. Dick,Jason and Alfred returned as well.

Alfred placed a hand on Bruce’s shoulder,”She is, and now we have to wait for her to fight her way back to us.”

[fortpeat]

The scene that needs to be talked about !!!

This scene has my whole heart and soul I am telling you 🥺🥺. I don't even know where to begin !

I feel like we truly forget how young Mahasamut is and that it's Tongrak who's the older one but we see a lot of patience from Mahasamut and the bratty side to Rak we truly forget that Mahasamut is just 20/21 yrs old and he is so young 🥺

(Personally I don't like calling Mahasamut as Mut coz I hate that word and if I do end up calling it's mostly through chat just coz I am lazy to type his whole name or I might just end up calling him Maha 😂. Maha means great in a lot of languages but I know it personally coz it also means great in Sanskrit!)

In this scene we start with Mahasamut telling that he has used all his lifetimes luck to have Rak with him 🥺 and one of the things I noticed is how often Maha says "someone like me" 😭😭 for all his confidence there's still a part of Maha that feels like he is not worthy of Rak's attention/affection especially when he believes that he has nothing to give in return 🥺 and when he asks Rak not to leave it came from a moment of desperation but seeing the surprise on Rak's face he takes it back believing he has no right to ask that of Rak.

The shift in their dynamics is so clear in this scene coz we see Rak acting his age by telling Maha to act his age and to just ask and he keeps caressing Maha's face and hair lovingly and I wonder if Rak even realizes hes doing that. 🥹🥹🙏

And the hesitation on Maha's face the clenched fists it all shows the battle that is going on within him that makes him want to just shut down and not ask coz this is a boy who was thrown out by his own parents at the mere age of 15 just coz he shared his love for the ocean and his creatures. He has believed that unless he is contributing useful something to the table he has no right / place to speak his mind about what he wants or needs 🥺

When he says I have nothing to offer you, I think it was very important that Rak replied back with "I want nothing from you" like it's so important Maha had to hear that from Rak. In that moment all their "transactional" jokes were nothing but dust in the air. For Rak it's a way to tell himself that this connection between them is just coz Rak is paying Maha but everyone but Rak knows that it's not true. These two yes they annoy each other, they banter and flirt but they also have these deep conversations in the middle of the night while gazing at the stars and think "why the hell did I say all that to someone whom I have known for just 2 weeks"

"If I ask and you refuse I might never dare to ask anyone again" it's true you know once we open up to someone and then when they reject or say to that part of us we might never find the courage to be that vulnerable again coz the pain of that rejection feels like a stab to our heart. It's basically telling us that this soft vulnerable part of us is not worthy of love / care. So every time after that even if we want to be vulnerable there's still a part of us that goes " what if history repeats itself again, will I be able to pick up the pieces and go through that again"

The vulnerability in Maha's face as he keeps looking at Rak and tells him that he won't prank Rak or annoy him or wake him up early 🥺 like - "I will do anything as long as you stay" and Rak replying back with "you being you is what I need" Maha needs to hear that - despite being an annoying little shit it is that very same nature that brought Rak closer to him and trust him.

Does Rak even realise how in love he looks here. The adoration and fondness his eyes convey. 🥺🥺 Their smiles when Rak agrees not to go was so cute and then the kiss attack 😭😭 (reminded me so much of Paisky I am crying more now)

MY HEART 😭😭😭 TAKE IT WILL YOU...

I want to give a standing ovation for Fortpeat coz their acting in this scene was phenomenal 😭😭 it was so so good ! Fort my baby you have brought me to tears 😭😭 (is it just me who's thinking Fort cries so prettily 🫣🫣)

This episode was so wholesome and it was everything and so much more. Fortpeat in vulnerable scenes are a league of their own !!!!

[yangbbokari]

Skz making a bet on you Hyung line pt.2

Pairing: OT8 SKZ x f!Reader

Genre, AU: angst ofc, lovers to exes!AU

Warnings: cursing, mentions of cheating, many mentions of insecurities. I think that abt it

Summary: you happened to learn one day that the never really loved you and only made a bet with the other members to see if you would fall in love with them

A.N: Not proof read at all and this is the hyung line pt.2 to the previous one. Maknae Line pt.2 is coming soon

Parts: Hyung Line Pt.1 Maknae Line

BANG CHAN He didn't even notice you were gone until his call ended. Going around the house, he called your name multiple times. When he got no reply, he assumed you went on a grocery trip. So, he took his time to shower, get dressed and get ready for bed. Before he knew it, he drifted off to sleep.

Chan hated waking up cold. You weren't there beside him. He'd gotten used to always holding you through out these 7 years. He grabbed his phone off the night stand and checked the time. It was already 6:57 in the morning. Not hearing from you at all left him with a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

So he immediately dialed your number. It rang once. Then twice. Then three times. You never let it ring more than two times so why weren't you answering? Finally, it went to voicemail. He called a couple more times just for all of them to go to voicemail. He started panicking. It was unusual of you to not pick up his calls unless something went wrong. One more time, just calling you one more time to make sure.

You woke up to the sound of your phone buzzing uncontrollably. Rubbing your droopy eyes, you took your phone and answered it. “Hello?” You groggily said.

“Y-y/n? Where are you? Why weren’t you picking up my calls!? Hello? Y/n?”

The moment you hear his voice, the sleepiness left your body. You stayed silent because you were sure that you’d burst into anger and most likely tears if you tried to talk to him.

“Y/n? Why aren’t you answering me? I-I-I’m worried… Please just say something. You’re scaring me…”

You sat up in bed, holding the phone close to your ear. After clearing your throat you finally answered him.

“What do you want?” You were right. You were a little too irritated the moment you started talking to him.

“What do I want…? What do you mean!? I’m worried sick right now because you weren’t picking up my calls and you didn’t even come home last night. You could’ve at least texted me something, y/n. Don’t just leave me guessing of all the possibilities that could’ve happened to you!” He was practically yelling into the phone at this point and it only made you angrier.

“Well, I’m sorry I’m not being the toy who sees you as their protector and is so incredibly annoying that you can’t say it to her and instead to your fucking friends!”

Chan was speechless for a few minutes before speaking up again. “What..?” He said almost breathlessly.

“I heard that phone call you were on.” You began sniffling and the tears began to fall. “You said that you had fun… fun playing with my feelings and making me believe that you were my protector an-an-and how annoying I was…” You could hear him sighing on the other end and you began to think that he was going to agree with you but he didn’t.

“No… no, Baby, you got it all wrong. I-I shouldn’t have worded it like that.” He sighed once more. “I was talking about when I pranked you earlier this week. When I pretended that I was dead when you tried to wake me up. And then you began crying telling me how much you loved me.”

As he told you about it, you began to remember. Why were you so stupid? You began grabbing your things and walking to the shared apartment, all while listening to his explanation.

“Now there’s nothing I can say about the annoying part. But I did say that because—. Wait, you didn’t hear me tell him— never mind. What I’m saying is that I started the sentence like that because I was saying that it just made me realize all the more how much I loved you no matter how hard it got between us. Because I know these small fights we have between each other and how mad we can get and how petty the arguments are. I just love you so much and the way you cried over me broke my heart. You’re everything I could ever possibly ask for and I’m just so gra—”

He turned his head and saw you standing in the doorway of the bedroom looking an absolute mess. He hadn’t heard when you came in since he was so busy talking to you.

“When’d you get here..?” Chan stood up and made his way over to you to make sure you were alright as he checked around your body. He had tears in his eyes. You couldn’t help but stare at your boyfriend’s face in awe.

“I-I-I-I thought you didn’t love me and I got scared. S-so I left but now everything is making sense and I feel so stupid. I’m so stupid. I shouldn’t have—”

Chan took you into his arms, muffling your words. “Don’t say that. You have every right to think that way especially from what you heard. But don’t worry. I love you more than words can express.” The two of you cried into the comfort of each others arms and you’ve never felt better.

After tears were dried and things were dealt, Chan looked at you curiously. It made you a bit flustered. “Wh-why are you staring at me like that. Want to take your words back now?”

“No! I’m just wondering… how’d you get here so fast?”

“I-I-I was at my friend’s apartment. It’s a floor above us.”

He took you into his arms once again, chuckling. “God, I want to marry you.” All you could do was blush. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ LEE MINHO The next day, Minho ran up to you and swung an arm around your neck. You were quick to push it off. He frowned and made a little pouting face.

"What's wrong? Why did you leave without me last night?"

You quickly answered each of his questions. Not wanting to be in his presence much longer. "Nothing. Something came up." You rushed past him and to class. Finals were just around the corner and you didn't have time to be dealing with someone like him.

This was your last year of school. You didn’t want the unwanted drama. You’ve sailed through school as a well-natured person, favored by the teacher’s. You didn’t want to ruin your reputation now.

But it wasn’t as easy as you thought. Minho would continue to bug you in each and every class. No matter what you were doing he was there. Constantly pushing him away wasn’t working and ignoring him CLEARLY wasn’t working. So you resulted to the only thing you had left, confrontation.

Without second thought, you went straight to him after school and kicked him in the shin.

“Ow! Who the fuck!” He quickly turned around to face you as his demeanor slowly changed. “O-oh, y/n… It’s you.” He sounded kind of disappointed if you were being completely honest.

“What did you do that for, Sweetheart?”

You rolled your eyes and stormed off. Leaving him to chase after you.

"Woah, woah, woah, hey..." He grabbed you by the wrist and spun you around. "What's the matter?"

He was the most disgusting human being on this planet and you didn't want anything to do with it. It made you extremely irrtated and you didn't want to be there. If anything, his act he was putting up was probably all a part of that sick and disgusting, "joke," as they called it.

"We'll talk about it tomorrow."

That was all you said before finally getting in your car and driving home. You hated that you were such a pushover. You hated that no one coud truly accept you for you. You hated that you were so stupid. You hated that you were so blind. You hated yourself.

You pondered over the entire weekend. Highschool's almost over. It didn't matter now. But to you, it did matter. You weren't going to just let people treat you like trash anymore. You knew just what to do.

On Monday, you came in as a fresh new person. Both physical wise and mental wise. You weren't gonna let people fuck with you anymore. You spent the whole weekend researching on makeup. You already knew lots about fashion. Your closet was already filled with fashionable items, you just weren't sure when to wear them.

With some accents to your school uniform, you looked perfect. Now the problem was the makeup. This wasn't your forte. You've never really used makeup so it was a struggle. But with enough practice, it was almost perfect. Even though it was a struggle, your makeup came out just fine.

When walking in, you could feel the eyes that followed you. It made you super uncomfortable. Maybe you did your makeup wrong and looked like a clown instead of what you intended. Your anxiety quickly built up and you ran for the bathroom. On the way there, you bumped into a wall. Well, a body rather.

The boy gently pushed your body off of his and you were quite dissapointed with the boy you were faced with. It was Minho.

"Woah... miss, are you okay? You should watch where you're going. You're too pretty to be hurt. Are you new here?"

All you could do was scoff. People were staring because you all of a sudden looked beautiful in other's eyes. Even Minho couldn't recognize you.

"It's me, Dipshit."

"Y-y/n?"

You rolled your eyes and kicked him in his balls before leaving the scene. That was the best feeling in your life. Two less problems to deal with. Minho and the judgement of society. Fuck the rest. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ SEO CHANGBIN You kept crying throughout the night. It shouldn't hurt this much but you couldn't help the tears from falling. At about 9pm, Changbin knocked on the door.

"Y/n..? I know you're upset with me but please come eat dinner. Please?"

When you didn't reply, you could hear him sigh. It's not that you didn't want to talk to him and that you were ignoring him. It was just that you weren't sure if your mental state could handle that right now. You didn't want to just lash out at him.

There was some clinking and clanking in the kitchen before you heard the front door shut. It made you want to cry even harder. But you were sure that any other girl would do better for him. Than the one who currently had her back against the door as she cried.

You slowly got up and opened the door to see if he really left. It kind of broke your heart but what else could you really do in this situation? You made your way to the couch and sat down, holding your knees close to your chest. The tears were unstoppable and kept coming. It wasn't like you wanted them to, it's just you didn't know how to stop them.

As you were drowning in you sorrows, you heard the front door open. Immediately, your head shot up only to see Changbin standing there with a guilty look and a bouquet of flowers. He stood there frozen in his place.

"Baby, why are you still u-"

"Where were you?" You interceded.

Taking a quick glance between you and the door, he pointed towards it.

"I figured that you'd need space so I went out. Then I realized that you might think something bad about it. Like I'm leaving you or something. So I went to grab some gifts and come back home. So that I can beg you to take me back if you decided to break up with me. If you didn't take me back then I wo-"

At this point, Chanbin was just rambling on and on. You could see how sorry he was and it made you feel like you were a fool. So you ran to him and wrapped your arms around his frame. You cried into his chest not knowing what else you could do.

Changbin was a little to stunned to move or speak for a minute. But he slowly embraced you after setting the roses down.

"Baby... I thought you'd be mad at me." He cautiously stated.

Your lower lip quivered as you replied to him. "I-I am! But just a little bit. I'd rather have you by my side than lose you forever over something silly. Plus it happened in the past and you told me yourself. S-so I guess it makes it a better..."

And at that, Changbin holds you even tighter and lets out a sigh of relief. "I thought I would lose you forever over a mistake, in the past, I made. Thank you for forgiving me." He pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. But you shook your head.

"No, thank you for loving me." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ HWANG HYUNJIN After running for a while, you slowed down and began walking. You went to the Han River and took a seat on one of the benches. Checking your phone, to see the battery life was out and decided to take the time to relax. A lot had already been going on in your life. You had just found out that your mother was sick and you didn't want to tell Hyunjin because that would make him worry. You got reprimanded at work for getting an order wrong. Nearly fired because you "didn't know how to do your job right."

It was a stressful day and you just hoped that movie night would make it better. Except it didn't. It made it worse.

Having to find out from Jisung instead of Hyunjin himself really hurt. You knew that Hyunjin would tell you when he was ready. But, you couldn't shake off the feeling that he never liked you, let alone love you, to begin with.

You also knew that Hyunjin loved you and you were just overthinking. But were you? The river was peaceful as is and you didn't want to face reality right now so that's where you stayed.

It wasn't until nearly midnight, did you return home. Upon entering your apartment, you were met with a very distraught Hyunjin. He looked freaked out about something. But as soon as he saw you, he took you into his arms, tightly. He sobbed out onto your shoulder as he said, "thank you," over and over again.

"H-hyunnie..? What's wrong?" You ask worriedly. Yes, you were upset. But seeing him like this did something to you.

"I thought- I thought that something happened to you. You weren't picking up your calls or replying to my messages so I told the boys and other friends we both knew to contact you too, figuring you didn't want to talk to me of all people. B-but then they all said they couldn't reach you either. So I came to your apartment and when you weren't here I got absolutely terrified. What if you didn't make it home? What if you got hurt. What if you got KIDNAPPED!? And that would all happen because I was too stupid to admit the truth. Because I made you angry. Because I made the one person I promised not to hurt, hurt so badly. A-a-a-a-an-and-"

He was terribly hyperventilating at this point so you grabbed his face and kissed him. He immediately softened into the kiss. His breathing got slower and his body began to slump.

You slowly pulled away and gazed into his eyes as you started consoling him.

"Hyunnie... my phone died and I stayed by the Han River. I did not get hurt or kidnapped as you can see. Since, I'm standing right in front of you right now. If anything did happen, I would never let you blame yourself because it wouldn't be your fault. Besides, I love you and I wouldn't want you to live with that."

His teary eyes looked into yours as his lips formed a soft pout. "You still love me?"

"Of course I do. Even if you made a bet on me."

It made him cry even more at the fact that you still had this much trust in him.

"I love you too."

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[ummmlife]

Nanami using his "christmas present" in a very rough way!

Warnings!; MDNI this is literature porn, if you lie and read santa won't give you any nanami present 😋 , reader doesn't have an specified gender/genitalia , dom!top!nanami × sub!bottom!reader , facefucking , spankings , no foreplay , rough , angry!nanami , gift wrapping tape , dirty talk + degradation

Having a joyful christmas shouldn't be that hard. Waking up next to your boyfriend while his protective embrace covers you from the coldness of the morning, get ready together for the night, eat some KFC's chicken for dinner and then open up your gifts.

Your lovely man got you everything you were asking through the year. Every single jewelery, perfume, bag, shoes, clothes... Everything was there in their respective bags under the tree, who could be the luckiest lover in the world if it wasn't you? With a man like Kento, that was unbeatable.

Then Kento asked for his presents, you bought them, of course, his presents were hiding under your shared bed, why? Well, you decided to play a little prank to him, silly you.

The prank was to, flirtatiously, undress yourself to reveal a nice gift wrapping tape enveloping your naked body.

— "Here is your present!"

— "... Only that?"

To say that you blood run cold when you saw Kento's displaced expression was short to describe it. But he wasn't just displaced, no, Kento was enraged and we all know how blood-curdling that is. He spent so much money in those presents for you and you only got him what he can take every day he wants? Unreasonable, stupid even.

How ungrateful you are.

Kento got up from the couch and, even before you could reveal the prank, he grabbed your hair with one of his hands, pulling your head back as tight as he could for you to face him. — "What do you take me for?". More than offended, Kento sounded genuinely hurt by your "present".

You tried to speak again, of course, but this time his fingers in your mouth were more than enough to make you shut up. — "I don't want to hear anything from you tonight, I really don't want to..." . He took his fingers from your mouth and started to unbutton his pants, — "But if I got nothing else... then I'll use my present as much as I want. Get on your knees, now".

A mix of terror and eagerness ran through you as your body obeyed the words of the man you love the most, knees on the carpet, face up and mouth wide open, you even had the decency to stick out your tongue for him. It didn't take long for Kento to take his thick length out of his underwear and slide it in one single thrust all deep down to your throat, his hand taking place on your hair once more.

Thrust by thrust, Kento made it obvious for you that neither your constant gagging nor the lack of oxygen you were getting was going to stop him from using your mouth.

His growls and soft sighs decorated the living room of that peaceful home, accompanied by sounds of his balls hitting on your chin and your own gagging sounds. — "This is what you wanted, isn't it?.. Hah... What– ngh-! did you expect after disappointing me like– ah! like that?!"

But it wasn't enough to satisfied himself though.

Kento took his manhood out of your maw just to push your body against the couch, forcing your face down while your back arches. His palm smacking your ass sent a chill through your spin, but you couldn't savor the pain before another slap was send by him. Just like a naughty kid, you were being spanked for your bad behavior towards your loving boyfriend.

— "How ungrateful and foolish you are". Kento never used to be this rough, never calling you mean names unless you asked for it, never treating you with hate. Deep down you know that if he was actually hurting you, he'll stop, although... why could you him to stop anyway?

Kento stopped the spanking treatment for you to press yous head on the couch. You felt how he simply spat on your hole just to slide his throbbing shaft with a single thrust, the pain was unbearable at first, and Kento knew that because one of his hands moved to your hip to start rubbing it, that was his way to comfort you despite all his mood.

Once you got used to his size, because Kento still waited for you to feel comfortable, your inner walls became the victim of a delicious assault that was leaving your mind and senses all numb. — "Is this what you wanted? Ahn... Mngh-ph! Having this filthy hole filled with your boyfriend's cock? Huh? So greedy...". His movements didn't do anything but increase in force and roughness.

Your moans filled up the silence of your home as Kento's groans and sighs accompanied the melody of your screams drowned out by the cushions while the creaking of the chair marked the pace of this symphony that your bodies played.

It took a few minutes to feel the tickling sensation in your belly anticipating the culmination of your torturous pleasure while Kento's thrust erratically hitted your most sensitive spot. You couldn't see him directly, but by closing your eyes you could clearly focus on the mental image of your boyfriend's face as he's about to cum as well.

Small drops of sweat falling from his hair as this sticks on his forehead, his teeth clenching his jaw as the his heavy breathing leaves his nose. That focusing expression that he makes when he's avoiding himself to cum so quickly with a small frown and his eyes closed.

It was too much, Kento always make you go crazy for him and visualizing his expression of pleasure, while your body is focusing on the sensation of his manhood sliding in and out from you as his hips hit your flesh, just made easy for you to reach your peak. You didn't want to cum that fast, you wanted this moment to last, that was until Kento started to show his real voice, — "Mmm-ahh. A-aahh... Darling! I'm– nnhg! going to... to cum! Haahhh!".

Pure and loud moans of pleasure chime your ears, that was enough to make the orgasm hit all your body and make you shake. You could feel Kento's cock twitching inside of you as his fingers squeezed your hips tightly. It was marvelous.

Kento's thick cum fell from your greedy hole to the floor, running down from your thighs. Just like you, he was catching his breath before sliding out of you and slowly sitting back on the couch, his expression changed from a irritated one to a bitter one. — "Did you seriously not buy me a present?". Kento asks you with a obvious angry pout on his lips, how adorable.

You couldn't help but smile softly and move your body slowly, with Kento's help, to sit next to him.

— "Your presents are under the bed, I just wanted to play a little prank on you".

Your boyfriend's eyes lit up in realization, he looks at you now all embarrassed for how he reacted. Kento instinctively holds your hand as he looks down ashamed.

— "Can I... go and take my presents?" Is he really asking you permission for that? Obviously you didn't say no and as you took off the uncomfortable gift wrapping tape from your chest, Kento came back with 5 gift bags and a gleeful smirk.

To compensate all the damage caused, Kento cleaned all the kitchen and living room and also carried you in his arms for the rest of the night, because, poor you, who shouldn't move your legs for some brutal assault... That in his words, nevertheless, you were more than happy to spend the next hours in your boyfriend's arms, watching some cheesy american christmas movies and grabbing some snacks together.

fun facts with miss bibi ! for the ones who don't know 🤓☝️

in japan, christmas is more a valentine's day snowy edition, so you can perceive the christmas spirit more from the young couples (and the kids, of course). that's why a lot of people spend their christmas with their partners, unlike us who usually spend it with our families.

also, due to the arrival of many new brands from overseas to japan and thanks to an excellent advertising team, it became a tradition for the japanese people to have kfc as their christmas dinner since the 80's.

that's all folks!

[mutifandomkid]

Ghost Among Men

Part Three

Pairings: Buckyxcontractkillerreader

Warnings: Angst, fighting, physical burns, arguments, human auctions (brief, not much detail), reader gets drugged, manipulation, creepy dudes, mission with Bucky, death, Bucky kills people, exfiltration, Hawkeye, big gala, think that's it?

Please tell me if there's more warnings.

Word Count: 6.5k

By the time Bucky woke, you were nowhere to be found. He slowly sat up from the bench, how did you manage to leave the deck of the jet without waking him? He surveyed the empty deck, your bench had already been put back up, and it was like you were never there to begin with. Where the hell could you have gone in this tiny jet, and he wouldn’t have known?

Bucky got up off his bench, folding it back into the wall and then walking the deck towards the cockpit. It was there he found you, headset on, speaking softly into the mic as you flipped through the controls. He visibly sneered, how the hell did he not hear you? How were you so quiet? 

“Good morning, Mr. Barnes.” You said, not sparing him a glance as you flipped a few more controls and then typed into the command console quickly. “I’d suggest you take a seat, I’ll be landing this bird soon.”

Bucky grumbled underneath his breath before taking a seat in the co-pilot's seat. Looking out the cockpit window, he could see a private airport, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“Where are we going?” He asked you, glancing over at you. 

You didn’t miss as he chewed his lip. “Have to put the bird down so we’re not obvious.” You answered as if it was common sense, which in a sense, it was.

“Well yeah,” He grumbled back sarcastically. “You know what I mean.”

“It’s one of my private airports.” You answered.

Bucky’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Yours?” 

“Tony isn’t the only rich one you know.” You answered, nearing the runway. “Clients always manage to pay the right price for my…services.” 

Bucky’s eyes squinted at you in suspicion. “Exactly how many clients do you have?” 

“Classified.” You clipped, landing the jet then pulling it into a hangar. “Let’s go.” You said after you flipped off the controls and disappeared into the back of the jet, just behind the deck into the storage compartments. 

Bucky followed silently watching as you entered the storage compartment and started grabbing the few bags both of you had brought. He caught his easily when you threw it at him, picking up your own and walking out of the jet. Again, Bucky followed behind you silently. 

A large man stood at the edge of the hangar, dressed in black, about 6’ tall, young, maybe early twenties. Bucky watched him warily as you approached him. 

“Kliment.” You said, smiling as you greeted the man. “Nice to see you once again.” 

“Miss Y/n.” He greeted with a nod, his accent distinctly Russian. 

Bucky noticed how the man, Kilment, eyed him, seemingly sizing up the super soldier. Bucky scowled in response, noting how Kliment held his left hand in his pocket. Possible weapon, and the way that Kliment held himself, he was sore in his right knee. Easy target. 

“At ease, both of you.” You said, merely glancing at the two men as you continued walking. Bucky bristled with annoyance at your command, but noted how Kliment immediately relaxed at your command. Bucky again eyed you suspiciously, just how powerful were you?

“Let the men know that the Winter Soldier is no threat here, unless I specifically state otherwise.” You told Kliment, who nodded and walked away with the order. Bucky bristled with anger and followed you outside the hangar.

“I’m not the winter soldier anymore, you know that.” He snapped, following you into what seemed like a private armory. He swiftly took in the new surroundings before turning back to you, seething.

“I’m aware, but it's best if they don’t know that.” You answered, grabbing a few knife holsters and the matching blades. 

“Oh? And why is that, hm?” Bucky responded sarcastically. 

“Yes, well I’d rather not have them finding out about your…free agency,” You said, grabbing a few small guns and depositing them onto your person in various places. “Don’t feel like dealing with the real winter soldier while we're on this mission.” 

“The words don’t work on me anymore.” Bucky snarled. “So who cares if they know or not?” 

“I do.” You replied curtly.

“Quit playing fucking games with me, Ghost.” Bucky snapped, grabbing you by the collar of your t-shirt and yanking you to him, up close and personal. “Who the hell are you? Really?” 

You looked at him as if you were bored. 

“I asked you a question.” He snapped, and when he still received no response, he sneered and shoved you away from him, letting go of your collar. You caught your footing easily, going back to the previous task of stocking yourself up on weapons. 

“You know, I don’t understand you.” Bucky retorted. “One minute you’re talkative and you won’t fucking shut up, but then when I actually want answers, you’re silent. So what’s your game here?” 

“I don’t have a game.” You answered. “Just a mission that I intend on getting done so we can go back to hating each other and ignoring each other’s presence.” 

“You’re excruciating.” He growled.

“Yes, well I try.” You answered, grabbing your last gun and shoving it into a holster tucked underneath your arm. 

You had at least nine weapons on you that he knew of, Bucky lost count after that. He scowled at you, then left the armory, and you followed him out this time. 

Outside of the armory room, and back outside there was a blacked out mazda, sleek enough to show speed, but common enough to hide the wealth. Bucky noted the clever thinking regarding your choice of car as you got into the driver’s seat. He threw his bag into the back seat and slipped into the passenger’s seat without a word, and stayed quiet as you drove out of the private airport and got onto the main roads. 

The drive to the safehouse wasn’t long, Bucky silent the whole time. Simply watching you from his peripheral. He didn’t say a word when you turned on the radio, Motley Crue playing through the speakers. Didn’t say a word when you turned up the volume to drown out the awkward silence either. The man was silent and still, like a stone statue in an art museum. 

Bucky eyes the safehouse, seeing it was a large mansion, and he scowled. “Doesn’t seem like a very ‘safe’ house.” He muttered. 

“Courtesy of Tony.” You admitted quietly, “If I had it my way, we’d be staying somewhere less…obvious.” 

Bucky hummed curtly  in response, waiting till you pulled into the driveway of the mansion, then parking in the spacious garage. He got out of the car first, not bothering to look back and check if you got out okay when he opened the door to the back seat, grabbed his bag, and left the garage, entering the kitchen. 

You sighed, putting the car in park before shutting off the engine and getting out, grabbing your bag from the back seat as well, and following behind him a ways into the mansion. Inside the building was white and spacious. The windows were large, there were a few complimentary dashes of silver, like the ones that aligned along with the glass railings on the staircases. The art decor that lined the walls was black and white, matching the almost completely white interior of the house. 

Bucky watched you from a few rooms down the hall, seeing as you gawked at the interior. He had done the same previously, just made it less obvious. It was clear to Bucky that you had never been here before. He turned away when you turned to walk down the hall, in his direction. He would never admit it, but despite how cruel your words had been earlier, and how annoyingly mysterious you proceeded to be, he did find your curiosity to be almost…cute. 

You walked up stairs, Bucky following you at a distance in the mansion, he watched as you disappeared into the farthest bedroom down the hall on the right of the main staircase, Bucky going down the hallway on the left of the staircase, making his way to the farthest bedroom down the hall. 

Neither of you saw each other until later that night, when you had wandered into the kitchen around 3 am, getting a cup of coffee after stressing over the gala you and Bucky would be attending later that day. You hadn’t gotten more than 3 hours of sleep, and had finally given up, hence starting the coffee pot that early in the morning.

Bucky had sat on the couch in the living room. He didn’t say a word when you’d passed through the room on your way to the kitchen, nor had you said a word to him. Both of you just glancing at each other, the brief eye contact serving the prior tension from your earlier exchange that day. At this point you were just tired, but Bucky still held that painful anger in his eyes, softer than before. 

You rubbed your temples, trying to push off the headache you could feel brewing behind your skin. Bucky silently made his way to the kitchen, curious as to what you were doing awake. He stared at you from the doorway, his stance cautious, muscles coiled as if ready to fight, or flee even. He watched as you searched the cabinets, then grabbed a white mug, placing it on the black and white marbled countertop. You leaned over the counter top, elbows resting on the surface, head in your hands, hair tousled as your fingers sunk into it. 

The frown never left Bucky’s face, but he finally spoke, his voice spooking you in the still silence of the empty mansion. “Everything okay?” Even with the frown, he angered and hurt eyes still held the smallest hint of concern, before flicking away from your gaze.

You sighed softly before straightening to answer his question. “Yeah, just going over the plan for tomorrow, er, later tonight.” The coffee machine beeped softly, and you turned to grab the pot. 

“For the gala?” Bucky asked quietly.

“Yeah,” You answered, grabbing your mug and pouring the coffee, only missing the mug entirely, and scalding your hand with the hot coffee. “Shit!” 

Bucky moved instantly, grabbing the pot of coffee and the mug from your hands and setting it aside, before grabbing you gently by the arm, far gentler than you expected, and running cold water from the sink onto the red skin on your hand. “You need to be more careful.” He murmured softly, turning to grab a towel and clean up the spilled coffee. 

You said nothing, just watched quietly as he wiped down the counter and the floor, then walked back over, placing the dirtied towel on the side of the sink, and examined your hand. “You’re lucky it wasn’t any hotter,” He abruptly cut himself off, but you still caught it, even if he did try to make it subtle.

“Thank you.” You finally managed to whisper, his hands still holding yours gently as he examined the slightly burned skin. It was then you felt bad for being so rude to him earlier, so inconsiderate. You felt the apology at the back of your throat, but held it back. 

“Don’t mention it.” He muttered under his breath. 

His hands were a stark contrast from each other, one warm and soft with calluses on his skin, the other cold, with small dips and slants from the intricate workings of the metal. You would be lying if you said the mixture of his eyes examining your skin and the contrast of his hands didn’t take your breath away. Your eyes slowly lifted from his hands to look at his face. 

The soft curve of the frown in his lip, the softness around the corners of his eyes, the slight furrow of his brow, the small hint of concern in his blue eyes. The scruff along his jaw, the way his lips parted just slightly before pressing into a firm line. “You’ll be fine by tomorrow, пальцы с маслом.” The words as they feel from his lips, so soft, so gentle, and the russian phrase…you had no idea what it meant, but you didn’t want him to stop saying it anytime soon. 

His eyes finally lifted to meet your gaze, and you darted your gaze down to your scalded hand. “You think so?” Your voice was a little higher than usual, breathier. You silently cursed yourself and prayed that your cheeks weren’t as red as they felt. 

“Yeah.” He answered, finally letting go of your hand. You bit your tongue to keep the disappointed whimper from leaving your lips. “Go get some rest, Y/n.” He said softly. “Still have about,” He checked the clock on the wall. “16 hours before you need to start getting ready.”

You glanced at the clock, clearing your throat as you did so. “Uh, yeah, yeah.” You said, still slightly flustered. You stood there for a moment, and he made no move to shoo you away either, so you finally turned to walk out of the kitchen, but stopped in the doorway. “Um, Bucky?” You said, debating on turning fully around, you glanced over your shoulder, he was standing there, but it didn’t seem like he was listening. 

“I’m sorry for being such a bitch earlier.” You said quietly, positive he wasn’t listening. “Next time you have questions I’ll answer them the best I can.” You left the room, retreating back to your bedroom down the hallway to the right, the furthest room down the hall.

Unbeknownst to you, Bucky was listening, and his anger dissipated with your soft apology. Granted, it was small, quiet, but Bucky didn’t care. All he seemed to care about was the fact that you had acknowledged that your words had hurt him, and you apologized for it. Maybe you weren’t so bad?

______

You found yourself, 17 hours later, doing the finishing touches on your makeup. It was a simplistic look, natural and it blended with your skin. You did a quick gloss to your lip before sliding on the thigh highs, holding them up with a lacy garter belt, the material black and soft. After slipping on the thigh highs and garter belt, you grabbed the dress that Tony had sent in a few days before your arrival.

It was a simple black silk, long and flowy. The dress had a cross halter top, leaving a little diamond on the vertebral rib of your torso. The dress cascaded down your legs, a high slit up your right leg, stopping just below the garter belt. The middle of the dress was accentuated with various strips of silk hugging closely to your body, creating that hourglass figure effortlessly. You slipped on the shoes Tony bought to match with it. The louboutin, Kate styled, 100 mm pumps, with the black leather, and the red sole. You let your hair fall out of the heatless curlers, you did a brief brush through the locks, your long hair cascading down your shoulders and framing your face. 

You walked out of your bedroom, and made your way down the hall. Bucky was already at the bottom of the staircase, having called out your name a few moments prior. At the sound of your heels, Bucky turned to see you walking down the stairs. He was dressed in a black suit, with a black dress shirt, and a matching black tie. His hair slicked back, showing off the sharp lines of his cheekbones. He wore white gloves, masking his mental hand.His lips parted slightly, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of you walking down the stairs. 

When you reached the bottom of the steps, he swallowed and cleared his throat. “You clean up well.” He muttered, his eyes still raking over your body.

“Don’t look too bad yourself, Barnes.” You replied, taking in his appearance. The way he was looking at you, the way he looked in the suit with his hair slightly slicked back, it definitely did something, and you could only hope he didn’t see it on your face. He pulled two rings out of his pocket, slipping one onto your left ring finger, and slipping the other one his left ring finger. 

He gestured to the garage door, in which you walked in front of him and into the garage, walking towards one of Tony’s Bugattis. The car was grey, and definitely had that rich look. Bucky walked ahead of you, going over to the driver’s side and slipping into the vehicle. Leaving you get your door. You slipped into the car, grabbing the discrete earbuds, and tiny cameras on pins. Bucky started the car, and you handed him an ear piece and one of the pins. 

“What’s this?” He asked, taking them and putting the ear piece into his ear and pinning the pin onto the lapel of his jacket. 

“Tony designed them for me, earbuds are for if we get separated, or we need to communicate with the rest of the team.” You explained as Bucky started driving to Mr. ZInc’s mansion for the ball. “The pins have cameras that will send the feed it captures to the compound, where Tony and Steve will be looking it over.” 

“Have it all planned out, dollface?” Bucky asked, the nickname slipping out before he could stop it, and he tensed immediately and tried to play it off as he continued driving and turned down another street.

“Dollface?” You laughed, using the teasing to hide the blush on your cheeks. “Thought you only used that for your girls.” 

Bucky bristled. “I don’t have any girls.” 

“Please,” You said sarcastically. “You’re telling me a guy like you doesn’t have girls chasing after you 24/7?” 

“No,” He snapped. “Nobody wants the Winter Soldier,” he said, his voice softer, vulnerable. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t,” You started softly, but he interrupted you before you could finish.

“It’s fine, I get it a lot.” 

“I- you do?” 

“Yeah.” He responded,his voice terse. It was then you realized he had already closed the door, his walls back up.

The rest of the car ride to the mansion was spent in silence. When we got there, Bucky shut off the car and stepped out, tossing one of the valets the keys, and rounding to my door, grabbing it and opening it for you, holding out his hand for you to grab. You placed your hand in his, and let him help you out of the car, instantly linking your arm with his as you walked into the casino. 

The tense atmosphere that he had just moments ago in the car had melted away, and both of you acted like a newlywed couple in the honeymoon stage. Your hands were interlinked, your arms around his one arm, he was confident as he walked. 

“Name?” The man, assumedly a guard, at the private section of the mansion asked. 

“Dean Smith,” Bucky answered confidently. “And this is my lovely wife, Katy Smith.” He smiled as if he was the happiest man in the world.

The guard nodded, and stepped aside, letting you two through and into where the main party was. You hung onto Bucky’s arm as he walked among the crowd, smiling politely and greeting people when necessary. It was almost like what had just happened between the two of you in the car never happened. He was all smiles, friendly, hell too friendly for Bucky. ‘Props to him for being a good actor’, You thought to yourself.

As soon as you entered the room, you were already surveying the crowds, counting the cameras, possible escape routes, and all the people who were on your possible targets list assigned by SHIELD. Bucky seemed to be doing the same thing as you, just as subtle. That's when he finally leaned down to whisper into your ear. From an outside perspective, it looked just as it should’ve. A husband whispering into his wife’s ear, making her smile and respond with a tilt of her head, eye meeting with her husband’s.

“How many of these people are on your target’s list?” He whispered softly. 

“Almost every single one of them.” You answered, tilting your head up and smiling fondly at him. 

He smiled back, his eyes soft and warm, if you didn’t know he was angry with you, you might’ve believed him. “Find our main four, yet?” He whispered back, placing a hand underneath your chin, so you had to look at him. 

The action made you blush, ‘Damn him.’ You thought to yourself before speaking. “All except for Mr. Zinc.” You answered. 

“Good girl.” He praised, sliding his hand from your chin to the curve of your jaw. You blushed harder, and he ducked his head so he could whisper into your ear. “Just want you to know, I hate everything about this.” He whispered.

Your smile almost dropped, almost. Instead, you forced out a giggle. “Believe me, I feel the same.” You answered him with a sweet whisper and a nip to his earlobe. 

He physically tensed, a reaction that could easily be played off as lust. “Don’t ever do that, you hear me?” He snapped in your ear, his hand tightening on your jaw as a silent warning. Another thing that could just be seen as a form of lust, a kink, if you will, to the outside perspective.

“Just playing the part, Dean.” You answered innocently. 

“Well knock it off. You know my boundaries, Katy.” He snapped back, his whispers tense in your ear. 

“Okay, I’m sorry.” You answered. “I’ll lay off a bit.” 

Bucky didn’t respond as he pulled away, his gaze flickering over yours for a minute before darting in another direction. “I’m going to go get us some drinks, darling.” He said softly, holding your hand until you were out of his reach and letting his hand fall away from yours. 

‘Curse him for being able to play his part so well.’ You found yourself thinking, as you blushed and nodded. ‘And curse his stupid nicknames.’ 

Bucky walked off into the direction of the drinks, but it wasn’t five seconds before you realized he was currently in pursuit of one of the four. You watched from afar as he engaged in conversation with the woman, flirting shamelessly with her, all smiles and polite touches on her shoulders or arms. You found yourself bristling with jealousy, but before you could think about it, someone approached you. 

‘Fuck me.’ You thought to yourself. Of course it was the one man you couldn’t find earlier, and this would cause plans to change. Bucky would have to interview the other two targets himself, and you would have to keep Mr. Zinc occupied until then. That was, if Mr. Zinc didn’t take you to the back immediately after meeting you. As your mind calculated what to do next, Mr. Zinc’s hand was already outstretched, and his smile was warm. It would have been a kind and comforting gesture had you not known the man for the monster he was. 

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” Mr. Zinc greeted. “I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure of meeting you, my dear. My name is Dominic Zinc, but a pretty thing like yourself can call me Dom, if you’d like. And you are?” 

You placed your hand in his, smiling politely as you spoke. “Katy Smith.” 

He brought your hand up to his lips and kissed the back of your knuckles. It was slobbery and wet, and it took everything in you not to gag. “I take it that a beautiful lady such as yourself didn’t come alone? After all, only married invitations were allowed into this gala.” Mr. Zinc continued, smiling. It was clear to you he was trying to single you out, see if you truly had brought company. Either way you’d be giving him some type of information. 

Your eyes quickly searched around for Bucky, finding him talking to target number two, a man in the back corner. “Yes,” You answered, then gracefully pointing out where Bucky was. “My husband, Dean Smith, he's quite the social butterfly, can never stay in one place for long.” You chuckled politely. 

“I see,” Dominic mused, smiling, but the lack of wrinkles and the pull of his skin at the corner of his mouth told you he was dissatisfied with what he saw. “You have quite the partner. I take it he doesn’t mind you mingling around with other men all alone?” 

You smiled politely, though you wanted to punch him square in the jaw as hard as you could. “What makes you say that, Mr. Zinc?” 

“Please, call me Dom, if not then Dominic, at the least.” He said, waving you off and smiling. “I just know if I had a beautiful thing such as yourself as my wife, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of you, much less let you around to mingle with other men all alone.” 

You let out a polite, quiet chuckle. “Dominic, please. I can assure you, my husband and I trust each other to mingle with others in the crowd.” You said, trying to place at least some sort of boundary.

“Now, correct me if I’m mistaken, but I do believe that I saw you growing jealous as your husband spoke with Ms. Craven.” Dominic said, his eyes trained on you. 

Your eye twitched, and he caught it before you could school your expression back into a polite, charming act. 

“So I was right,” Demonic mused, smirking as if he had won something. “Darling, would you like to come with me?” 

You widened your eyes in an innocent act, your lips parted as you looked at him. “Where would we be going?” 

“Just downstairs, to the real party.” Dominic smiled, charming as ever. You glanced back over at Bucky, who was now on the third target, another woman. “I can assure you, we’ll be back before your husband can miss you, which by the looks of it, won’t be for a while.” Dominic pressed, his hand running up the back of your lower spine. 

“Dominic, I’m not sure it’s a good idea to leave without him.” You said, your voice soft, innocent. 

“He won’t even notice you’re gone, my dear. Look at him,” Dominic stood behind you, close enough you could feel the heat from his body. It rose the hairs on the back of your neck. Dominic gently put his hand underneath your jaw and tilted your chin in the direction of Bucky, who was still mingling with target number three. “He’s entranced by her, we’ll only be gone a moment.”

“Only gone for a moment?” You asked, stalling a little longer, your gaze trained on Bucky.

“We’ll be back before you know it, my dear.” Dominic said, whispering it into your ear. 

Bucky had been watching your every move, the way you let Mr. Zinc touch you, the way you spoke with him, how you seemed to be captivated by the enemy. It made him clench his jaw, his hands twitching, but when he saw you turning to leave the room with the man, his hands curled into tight fists.

 ‘Where the hell is she going?.’ Bucky thought to himself as he excused himself and slowly moved through the room. He followed at a distance, his movements inconspicuous as he moved through the crowd. ‘I knew she’d eventually be leaving with him, but this was earlier than expected.’ 

As Bucky followed behind you and Mr. Zinc at a distance, it became apparent to him that you weren’t going to one of the back rooms upstairs like you had planned, but instead you were headed farther down into the mansion. The downstairs part of the mansion hadn’t been on the blue prints you had shown him on the jet. 

He watched as Mr. Zinc handed you a drink, and he prayed that you wouldn’t drink it. 

“A little jump start for the real party, my dear.” Mr. Zinc smiled at you, and it made Bucky bristle in disgust. 

“Dominic, this really isn’t necessary.” You smiled politely, opting to just hold the drink in your hand.

“Nonsense my dear, your husband was flirting with another woman, remember? Not just one, but two, we saw him do it both times. Now you get to go to a real party, with real people who care about you.” Mr. Zinc smiled. “Bottoms up, my dear.” Mr. Zinc lifted the glass you held in your hand to your lips, gently pushing up the bottom of the glass until the liquid was gone. “Very nice, my dear. Now then, shall we?” He held out his arm, in which you laced your arm with his and he led you downstairs. 

Bucky cursed to himself quietly as he watched the situation. ‘Fuck.’ He thought as he followed behind. It was likely that the drink had been laced with something, and as beautiful as you looked tonight, it wouldn’t surprise him if you were the first one to be put onto Zinc’s list. Just as he was about to follow you downstairs, a man stepped in front of the entrance. 

“Not authorized.” He briskly spoke, crossing his arms and blocking Bucky’s path. 

“I was just going to retrieve my wife, I saw her walk down here a moment ago.” Bucky explained politely.

“I can assure you, your wife is fine, and will be back momentarily.” The man said.

Bucky stood straighter, trying to instill some sort of fear into the man. “I would like to see my wife, thank you.” He snapped.

“And you will momentarily,” The man eerily smiled, and Bucky bristled at it. “The show will start shortly, I won’t ask you to return to the main gala again, sir.” 

Bucky sneered at the man, but opted to return to the main gala. He would have to trust that you could handle yourself until he could find a way to get to you that wouldn’t cause a scene. When Bucky returned to the main gala, the lights dimmed repeatedly, and he followed the crowd into another room. A crowd that was once full of both men and women, and was now just men. His brow furrowed, and he wondered what had happened to the rest of the women who had arrived with their partners. 

He followed the crowd into the next room over, the doors closing behind the last few people in the crowd. The room was windowless, with plain white walls, and there was a roped off area in the middle of the room, the men crowding around it to get a spot at the front. The room smelled of sterile chemicals, and almost reminded Bucky of a medical unit.

“Gentlemen!” A voice was heard from the left side of the room. Dominic Zinc. “A pleasure having you all here today! I do appreciate you all bringing along your guest, as they will make wonderful centerpieces, wouldn’t you agree?” A series of laughs was heard around the room at the question, and Bucky smiled, if only to keep his cover. ‘The fuck does he mean, ‘centerpieces?’ Bucky thought to himself.

The floor to the roped off area in the room parted, and slid back, a platform underneath revealing the women that had attended the gala with partners. ‘What kind of sick game is this?’ Bucky thought to himself. On the platform were five unconscious women, laying there still in their gowns and all dolled up as they were previously. 

Bucky drowned out the noise as they started the bidding. His heart ached for those women, but right now, you were his partner, you were his mission, and he needed to find you before you ended up on that stage. His eyes searched the room, looking for some sort of out. The only way in and out, he realized, was the door he came out of. 

Steeling himself, he walked over to the door, another guard was by it. “Sir?” The guard asked, quirking a brow in suspicion. 

“My apologies,” Bucky replied smoothly. “It seems I’ve forgotten my wallet in the men’s room.” 

The man nodded, but didn’t budge. “You can retrieve it once the bidding has commenced.” 

Bucky withheld the urge to stab this man. “Please sir, it contains the cash I’ve brought for the bidding.” 

“You can retrieve it once the auction has finished.” The man repeated. 

Bucky bristled, and clenched his fist. He needed to find you, and he was running out of time, they had just moved onto the second girl. “How many times am I going to have to ask you to move so I can go take a shit in peace?” He snapped.

The guard chuckled, “Why didn’t you just say so?” And he stepped aside, opening the door for Bucky to walk through. 

Bucky stepped through the hallway and into the next room, where he was previously and made his way to the staircase he went to follow you down previously. The same guard was still there. Bucky paid no mind to him, moving along the shadows of the dim hallway and silencing the man, then hiding the body into a crook in the hallway, away from lights. The door you had been led down held a padlock on it, he snatched it with his metal arm and yanked, the padlock snapping from the force, and he quickly disposed of the lock and chains on the door and made his way down the stairs. 

The stairway grew dimmer as he moved, then was light with red  lighting the deeper down he got. His eyes easily adjusted, and what he found disgusted him. The women who had attended, all drugged and unconscious. He searched through the women, his heart aching at the sight of them. He finally saw you, slumped down against a wall, then getting hoisted up by another guard, who was carrying you to one of the empty platforms. 

Bucky drew his gun, the silencer already on, and fired, the bullet landing in the guard's head, making him collapse to the floor. It was seconds as Bucky saw four more guards, a bullet making its mark in each of their skulls. He quickly made his way over to you, snatching your body, and feeling for a pulse. It was weak, but there. He gazed down at your face. ‘God, she looks so peaceful, unaware of the danger she’s in.’ He scooped you up into his arms, cradling you to his chest as he quickly moved back to the stairwell, minding the other unconscious women on the floor. 

“Steve, I know you’re listening, you little shit, I need a team out here, now.” Bucky said into the comms. “Y/n’s unconscious, and I have at least thirty other women in the same state. There's an auction going on upstairs.” 

“Already heading towards your location.” Steve answered. “Did you take out Zinc?” 

“Negative.” Bucky answered, his focus solely on leaving the basement. 

“We can’t infiltrate until then.” Steve answered. “Logistics don’t add up.” 

“The fuck you mean logistics, Rodgers? There’s at least thirty unconscious women down here.” Bucky snapped into the comms. 

“Sooner you do your job, iceman, the sooner we can do ours.” Tony said into the comms. 

Bucky muttered something underneath his breath, still carrying you in his arms as he made his way to the top of the staircase. He peeked his head out of the door and then slipped out of the stairwell, and back into the shadows. He was listening to the surroundings as he moved, he was quick, it wouldn’t belong till they found the bodies downstairs. 

“Bucky?” You mumbled, your head lulling to the side and into the crook of his neck. 

Bucky’s ears perked up at the sound of your voice. “Hey, dollface.” He said softly, still moving quickly till he found himself upstairs and melted further into the shadows. “How drugged do you feel, on a scale of one to ten?’ 

“Mmm,” You hummed in response. Bucky nodded as he found a nook in the wall, one that you were small enough to hide in. 

“Take that as a nine? Eight?” He asked, bending you down to nestle you into the nook. 

“Eleven.” You mumbled, settling against the crook of the wall. 

“Considering you answered my question coherently, I’m going to mark it as a seven.” Bucky muttered, his voice gentle. “Stay here, don’t move, and don’t you dare get caught, you understand me?”

“Nope.” You slurred. Bucky moved your arms into the nook, and then moved your dress to cover your skin. 

“I’ll be back soon.” He mumbled, his hand lingering on your cheek, his eyes concerned before he turned and left you in the shadows. 

Bucky moved with practiced clandestine, his movements silent and meticulous. He moved along the walls in the shadows until he emerged from what looked like the men’s room, and walked back to the room where the auction was being held. The guard stood there waiting for him, opening the door for Bucky. 

Bucky stood back in his previous spot, looking around at the unconscious women before looking back at the crowd of men, and finally his eyes landed on Mr. Zinc, who now had three other people he had extracted information from earlier. Four shots, clear line.

Bucky took another look around the room, ten guards, two on each side of the room, another by the door, and the last standing with Zinc. Bucky tilted his head slightly as he looked around at the crowd again, it was almost impossible to tell who was armed and who wasn’t, after all they didn’t check Bucky or you when you first arrived at the gala. It was likely that those who were armed would target Bucky as soon as he started the spree. 

‘This is going to be a bloodbath.’ Bucky thought to himself, moving positions in the crowd to see if he could get any closer to Zinc, though it just looked like he was moving up the crowd to get another look at the women. Bucky’s eyes flicked around the room till he saw a flicker of dark movement high in the rafters of the room. 

“Keep staring and you’ll give up my position, Barnes.” The voice crackled through the comms. 

‘Barton.’ Bucky thought, and turned his gaze away from the shadowed area, and turned back to Zinc. 

Bucky’s gaze swept through the room once more before he pulled a gun, and fired four shots. Zinc, Craven, the two others he’d talked to all fell to the floor, bleeding profusely. As soon as the bodies fell to the floor, multiple shield agents infiltrated through the front door, Hawkeye blowing a hole through the eastside wall, Shield agents flooding the room from there as well. 

Bucky moved, taking out guards that stood in his way with knives and his fist, practically throwing them to the side. He finally got out of the room, and quickly made his way back to you. You were unconscious once again, and he scooped you up into his arms. “I have Ghost, exfiltrating now.” Bucky said into the comms, then left the manion, found the car, and drove you back to the mansion. 

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[kakitetan]

Sebastian Solace x GN! Reader | Daily Life AU | The Plan

"Oh, you're back . Let me grab your file." Sebastian said, his back was turned.  

The only light in the room was his eyes and his lure . His fingers brushed through the files . He didn't want to say it, but he was thankful you had died . You had the crystal , you were so close . That worried him .. All these monsters, these obstacles, and even Painter . It's all there just to buy him time.  

"I just need to buy us more time, and this.. Filth has gotten way too close." He thought to himself. He clenched his jaw behind his lips, he knew you could barely see his face, but he didn't want to drop his friendly merchant persona unless he had to.

"There it is." His voice echoed, and he passed you your file. He clasped his hands together, you were still disoriented. He let out a sigh, "You don't have to read it, but don't waste my time."

Y/N's hands trembled as they accepted the file from Sebastian, her gaze never leaving his inscrutable features . The faint echo of his voice resonated through the quiet room, sending a shiver down their spine . Disorientation washed over them like a cold wave, making it difficult to focus on anything but the sea creature standing before them.

Sebastian clasped his hands together , he saw you shake your head . He raised his chin in defiance, staring at you in disgust . Humans are rather disgusting creatures, aren't they ? Sebastian's expression hardened, his lips curling into a sneer as he beheld Y/N's shocked face . With a dismissive flick of his gaze, he summed them up with contemptuous disdain.

"No .. I'm just really disappointed in myself..." He heard your voice crack.

He lowered his guard.

Did he hear that right? Or rather was this another manipulation tactic by the many other Urbanshade criminals that come and go?

Many expendables break down, whether it's anger, sadness, or no reaction at all. Just.. Shock. He's learned not to get attached to people; Sebastian didn't want to go through what he's already gone through. Not again ..

"You reaaaally like to waste my time , are you done yet? .. Let's get one thing straight, I don't care about you or your feelings. You're here because of your crimes. Let's see your file.." He turned around, shuffling back into the darkness.

The small light to his lure grew further away before his voice spoke up once more . "That's right, riiiight here."

"You were charged with second-degree murder, and caught red-handed." The file slammed shut with a harsh finality, his venomous retort searing into Y/N with a sneer. "Quite the charge, isn't it? It means nothing down here." He spoke with venom.

You stared at him, before looking back down at the file of what had killed you again.. Before opening your mouth to speak. Sebastian noticed your hesitation, assuming he had finally won.

"I did it because I had to .. I was in danger. Out of everyone down here, I'd think you'd understand." You spoke.

Sebastian felt a vein pop from that sentence.

All the bloodshed, the corpses he had torn apart. Sebastian's mind recoiled at the gruesome memories, each one more visceral than the last. The metallic tang of blood, the crunch of bone beneath his teeth, the slick feel of entrails spilling from ruptured abdomens, all these horrors twisted in his thoughts, swarming feelings of anguish, revulsion, and numbness. Bit by bit. He vividly remembered tearing into the flesh of other Urbanshade soldiers, biting into the tendons of the scientists, feeling every inch of the pain from the constant surgeries, and being cut open. He felt so much in pain, that he wanted to die from every waking moment of the medical procedures. His body was violated and reshaped against his will. Every incision, every probing instrument, every stitch pulled had been a fresh hell. The pain was a constant companion, a gnawing entity that refused to relinquish its grip. Even now, decades later, the echoes of that torment lingered, festering in the darkest recesses of his psyche.

"You SHUT UP!" His hands slammed onto the desk.

"YOU AND I ARE NOTHING ALIKE!"

"And frankly I don't give I fuck, even if I did understand! I was never filthy scum like you , you deserve to be down here. You should've been in MY place, I! WAS! INNOCENT! ... YOU! .. I hate YOU the most." He spat, before closing the file.

He turned his back, placing the file back into its organized spot in the darkness. He heard you mumble something under your breath, while he was putting the file away. His head perked, and his teeth became visible in annoyance. He was ready to tear you apart now, you were getting on his last nerve.

"And what was that?" He growled, this fucking pissed him off.

"I said come with me!" You shouted, and that caught him off guard. "I'll try again , just give me another try! I know I won't remember much, but I'll try until I make it , you'll come with me.." You were sobbing.

Sebastian hid in the shadows, slowly relaxing as he realized, you weren't mad, nor were you a threat. You were just stupid.

'Save those tears ' he wanted to say, but nothing came out.

It was like a lightbulb went off, he knew what to do, and he wanted to play along too . You were expendable after all, not just to Urbanshade, but to him too. His grin slowly formed back. He slithered towards you, gently picking you up, and carrying you back to the beginning. He looked down at you , you were passed out. This was routine. This always happened, every time ..

" Oh Expendable, I don't even bother to know your name.. You're a pain in the ass." He said, before lying you down. Surely someone else would find you in a safer area much as this one, and they'll do it over again, and again .

But this time, it'll be different. Oh yes. He had a plan.

He relaxed, and clasped his hands together, staring at your sleeping body.

This time, he'd help you escape. You're just a tool to him. Nothing more, nothing less. You were his stupid expendable, and his ticket to getting out.

He wiped his hands off his clothes in disgust after touching you, before slithering off into the shadows ... Sebastian had many years to memorize the corridors of the facility, so it was easier to navigate to Painter's room. The only thing is, it was rather boring and time-consuming... Sebastian eventually ended up entering Painter's office space, his .. Jail. More or less.  

"Sebastian! How are you? Did you miss me? Were you thinking of me? Did you find a way out?" Painter smiled , his screen flickered on, showing his animated face smile and nod in excitement.

"I might have just figured our way out." Sebastian clasped his hands together, with a rather devious sneer. "Follow my lead, okay?" Sebastian chuckled darkly.

So just like I said on my AO3, this was in my drafts. I'm still writing, but I've been struggling due to poor mental health. Art is my main hobby, and I didn't really expect my fics to kinda blow up like they did. SO IM LIKE... OKAY. THATS CRAZY. Anyways, enjoy some backstory where you tame Sebastian basically.

[waytooinvested]

Forgotten, Not Forgiven - Chapter 37 (FINAL CHAPTER)

The full fic is also on AO3

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Lena woke feeling blissfully warm and contented. Late Sunday morning sunshine was spilling in through the curtains they hadn’t bothered to close the night before, and it blazed over the lightly freckled skin of Kara’s bare back, painting her a warm honey-gold that looked good enough to taste.

It was tempting to do just that, but Lena didn’t want to wake her yet. It had been a late night (a wonderful, glorious, fantasy fulfilling night, but a late one nonetheless), and Kara deserved all the rest she could get while she had the chance.

In a few hours they would be going to the DEO, officially so that Kara could be filled in on what she had missed while Supergirl was out of action, but unofficially for the surprise party that Alex and Kelly (long since fully informed about the true nature of Project Atlantis) had been feverishly throwing together to welcome Supergirl back, if the string of missed texts Lena had discovered during their 10pm snack-bathroom-shower interlude was anything to go by.

The sampling she had read before she had given up the struggle to use her hands for anything other than touching Kara had gone something like:

Alex: Can you make it to a surprise party for Kara tomorrow afternoon?

Alex: 4pm til late

Alex: Don’t tell her

Alex: Obviously.

Alex: Do you think 2 dozen potstickers will be enough?

Alex: Lena???

Alex: Who am I kidding I’ll get 4 just in case.

Alex: Can you get Kara to the DEO without telling her why?

Alex: and bring the SingStar?!

Alex: ANSWER ME LULU.

Alex: Wait

Alex: Unless you two are naked right now. Then definitely do not answer me.

Alex: Urgh you are aren’t you. Gross.

Alex: Happy for you but lets never speak of this again.

Alex: Hey Lena, it’s Kelly. Don’t worry I have confiscated Alex’s phone, we’ll leave you in peace now. See you and Kara tomorrow at 4 x

The flurry of messages would have made her smile if she hadn’t already been smiling non-stop since their flight around the bay (at least when her mouth wasn’t busy doing other things that she would never, ever tell Alex about... Well. Not unless she was REALLY annoying).

She had no doubt the party would be fun, and was happy that everyone else was going to get a chance to celebrate with Kara and show her how loved she was, but it would mark an end to their honeymoon period and a return to a more usual way of life. From that point on they would both have to actually attend their jobs and other responsibilities, not to mention tackle the publicity of Supergirl’s return in general and the exclusive promised to William Dey in particular (and possibly get ahead of any gossip caused by their mid-air make-out if anyone had happened to spot them, though Lena hoped they had been too far out and high up to distinguish for a casual observer). Things were about to get incredibly hectic for all of them, and yet Lena didn’t mind nearly as much as she had thought she would.

Kara loved her.

Kara loved her, and she was sleeping naked in Lena’s bed, and it was going to be the first of many, many times that would happen. Now she got to have the real one Lena found that she was willing to let go of the bubble-world they had been living in during Kara’s amnesia. It might mean less hours in the day in each other’s company, but there was no longer an end point to their closeness. They had the rest of their lives to be together.

And right now, they still had all the hours of the morning and part of the afternoon to be naked and blissful in each other’s arms before the time came for clothes and friends and working out their next steps.

Kara breathed deeply beside her, and Lena savoured the peaceful moment, lightly tracing the taut skin above her shoulder blades and skimming down the dip of her spine, testing herself to see how long she could last before the urge to press her lips to some part of Kara became overwhelming.

She wondered how she had gotten so lucky as to end up here, and then, with a shiver, what might have happened if she had succeeded in shooting Lex the first time, when he had revealed Supergirl’s identity and opened the rift between her and Kara.

Without having the need to undo what her brother had done to Supergirl to focus her mind, where might all that pain and rage have taken her? She had already been isolating herself when the kidnapping had happened, and her thoughts had taken a pretty dark turn for a while.

Would she really have ended up trying to brainwash the entire world, just to get over being hurt by the woman she was secretly in love with?

She liked to think she wouldn’t have, but she wasn’t sure.

She was just glad they would never have to find out.

Lena brushed the idle thoughts away and curled herself around Kara’s heat, giving in at last to the temptation to press her lips to the nearest bit of skin she could reach, and felt the stirring response to her touch as she did so.

Kara turned on her pillow to face Lena, pulling her into her arms for a sleepy kiss that slowly evolved into more as their bodies tangled together again under the covers, and Lena decided that no matter what had happened, in whatever version of reality they found themselves in, she and Kara would have made their way to this eventually.

It had been inevitable right from the start.

[of-a-chaotic-mind]

Love

Summary: Buck shows up at Reader's house in the middle of the night and soon makes a confession that sparks joy in her heart.

TW/CW: Evan "Buck" Buckley x Reader, Fluff

Requested?: No

Word Count: 1,138

A/N: I finally started watching 911 again and here we are.

--- Your POV ---

I roll over in bed for the umpteenth time, still scrolling through TikTok. I pause the video for a second thinking I heard something. Holding my breath, I listen carefully. I hear a soft thud and a few footsteps which causes my heart to leap into my throat. As quietly as possible, I step out of bed and grab the baseball bat tucked between it and the side table. I carefully and quietly make my way to the kitchen, bat held high ready to strike. As I round the corner, the intruder jumps, “Woah, woah! (Y/N) it’s me! Don’t swing!” 

I drop the bat to my side and breathe a sigh of relief, “Buck? What the fuck are you doing here?!” I had given him a key to my apartment a while ago in case of emergencies but here lately, he has been using it just to come over and say hi or hang out when he couldn’t sleep. Even still, he usually lets me know ahead of time. 

He shrugs, “Been tossing and turning all night.” 

Still confused, I tilt my head, “No text? No call?” 

He scratches the back of his neck, suddenly turning around to tend to something he had brought with him, “I didn’t wanna wake you. I know you haven’t been sleeping well.” 

It occurs to me why he had turned around so abruptly, “I-I’m gonna go put pants on,” I stutter out, looking down at my oversized hoodie and lack of pants. 

As I turn to leave, he responds, “Y-yeah, I’m gonna... make some coffee.” I shuffle to my room and retrieve a pair of sweatpants before tugging them on. I throw my hair up in a messy bun as I shuffle back to the kitchen. Buck is watching the coffee pot fill up and there’s a bunch of Chinese food laid out on the island. 

Buck notices my reentry as I take a seat on a barstool, “We’re you hungry or something?” 

He looks over his shoulder at me, shrugging, “I couldn’t decide what I wanted and I figured you’d be hungry when you woke up.” 

“Speaking of waking up, I haven’t been able to sleep either,” I jump as a bolt of lightning emits a white light through the window and thunder crashes soon after, “because of that bullshit outside.” 

Buck turns around, handing me a mug of warm coffee, and nods, “Yeah, it’s been keeping me up too.” He makes his way over to my side and takes a seat on the other barstool. Together we consume nearly all of the buffet he brought and soon we’re plopping down onto the couch, having decided to watch a movie. As I’m scrolling through Netflix, I feel Buck’s eyes on me. 

I look over at him and he immediately turns his attention back to the screen. “What? Do I have food on my face or something?” I ask, turning back to the TV. 

“N-no,” he replies quietly. 

I toss the remote onto the coffee table, forgetting about the movie, and turn my body to face his, pulling my knees to my stomach and tucking my feet under me, “What’s wrong, Buckaroo?” 

He shrugs, “Just been thinking a lot lately.” 

“That’s a first for you. Don’t hurt yourself,” I tease with a giggle. 

He finally looks into my eyes with sadness etched into his features, “Too late.” 

My brows scrunch together and I frown, “What do you mean?” 

His gaze drops to his lap as he fiddles with his fingers, “I’ve caught feelings for someone but I’m almost positive they won’t feel the same way. Not to mention it’s not a good idea for me to date them; I don’t wanna risk them getting hurt.” 

I pat his shoulder, “Buck, Honey, Sweetheart,” he looks up at me, “First of all, you never know how someone feels unless you ask. Secondly, anybody would be insane to not feel the same and lucky to date you. Finally,” I place my hand on his forearm, “why do you think they’d get hurt just by being with you?” 

He ponders for a moment, “I mean, my job comes with risks. There might be a day where I don’t come home from work and she gets a knock on her door from the LAFD…” he trails off. 

“Buck, you can’t go through life afraid to do something just because you might die… When you love someone, you walk through life side by side no matter what might come,” I state gently, rubbing small circles into his arm with my thumb. 

He stares at his lap for a few silent minutes. Just as I take a breath, about to speak again, he takes my hand in his, “What if I’m scared of losing the friendship I already have with her because she might not feel the same?” 

I feel my cheeks heat up as he stares into my eyes. My heart skips a beat thinking he might actually be talking about me. I swallow those thoughts as I reply, “Buck, if she’s truly your friend, you won’t lose her. It’ll be something the two of you need to discuss thoroughly but if she values her friendship with you then I’d hope she’s smart enough to work it out.” 

He takes a deep breath, never breaking eye contact, “(Y/N), do you value our friendship enough to work it out if you don’t feel the same as I do?” 

I smile softly at him, trying not to get my hopes up, “Of course I do, Buck. I value our friendship above most things.” 

“(Y/N), I’m in love with you,” he blurts out, looking away to fiddle with the string of his hoodie this time. 

I place my hand on his cheek and nudge him to look at me. Upon making eye contact, I confess, “I’m in love with you too, Buck.” 

The smile that arches across his face is so bright even the flashing lightning outside couldn’t compare. He leans forward, placing his forehead against mine, closing his eyes, “Will you be my girlfriend, (Y/N)?” I nod happily and he takes the opportunity to kiss me. Unfortunately, our sweet moment is short lived as thunder booms outside. 

I jump and glare at the window, “Way to ruin a good moment, Mother Nature.” 

Buck laughs, pulling my attention back to him, “I know you got beef with her and all but let’s just drown her out for once, yeah?” 

I nod and curl into his side as he retrieves the remote and begins scrolling through Netflix once more. I glance up to see a smile still plastered on his face, a smile that mirrors my own. When he first started talking, I was scared I was losing him but now he’s mine and together we’ll take on the world. 

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I’m back again with another rec list!! This time, I’ll be focusing on ostensibly lesser-known long fic—for my own organizational purposes, this means a word count of (approximately) 20k+. I will be including WIPs this time around, but they’ll be clearly indicated at such. Recs are divided into two categories—canonverse (including slight adjustments to it) and alternate universe. All fics are Hannigram unless otherwise noted. 

Please be sure to heed all archive tags and warnings! Hope you enjoy, and don’t forget to give the authors some love!!

Dolce Far Niente by @avegetariancannibal​ [E, 20k]

Hannibal and Will have many, many sweet things to say and do to each other.

Technically this is part of a series, but I found it reads perfectly well on its own! 20k of Will and Hannibal being soft, sappy, and incredibly in love post-fall. A little domestic fluff, a little vacationing, and a little smut—the holy trinity tbh.

The Fall, The Flood, The Flight - Hannigram by write_starlight_riots [T,  24k]

Hello! :]

This is mainly the manifestation of a very indulgent inspiration/daydream/thought experiment that seeks to explore what immediately-post-fall Hannigram would be like. And I mean /immediately/.

Also inspired by @/threadsoflacee on tumblr!

I’m a sucker for hurt/comfort, sickfic, and vulnerability, and oh man does this fic deliver! The boys are hanging on for dear life as they fight to take care of each other’s wounds while struggling through their own. Both of them are absolutely hamstrung by their injuries in the most delicious ways, and we also get some wonderful ~feelings~ drama and realizations mixed in with it all. Very visceral and desperate in the best of ways.

Io by cuspid [M, 24k]  * WIP

"You look tired, Will. Why don't you rest? I promise I'll wake you if anything should happen." "It's already happening," Will said, and Hannibal's smile widened.

On the way to the cliff house, Will begins to feel unwell.

SUCH an amazing A/B/O AU! Will presents as omega and goes into his first heat while he and Hannibal are driving to the cliff house. cuspid’s writing is STUNNING, and I’m particularly enjoying the way they weave omegaverse into the universe, including the cultural and language differences they include when we get Chiyoh’s POV. It really feels like an intrinsic (and very NBC Hannibal) part of the universe, and they fit it flawlessly into canon. Speaking of, they include some fantastic Chiyoh POV as well as POV from an original character who I fell in love with instantly. Amazingly hot, fantastic characterization, sexual tension... 1000/10 highly recommend. Last updated June 29, 2023.

The Rules of Disorder by @lestatdelioncourte​ [E, 53k]  * WIP

He is falling...

Will Graham falls off a cliff in the arms of Hannibal Lecter, finally accepting the darkest parts of himself. He wakes up, uninjured and in Hannibal's bed in his old Baltimore house. Confused, Will quickly realises something is wrong and has to navigate a new reality: one where Hannibal Lecter is not a killer, where they have made a life together without any of the familiar horrors. It is his ideal world...isn't it?

I’m definitely a sucker for parallel universe/time travel nonsense, and this fic doesn’t disappoint!! It’s so heartbreaking and hopeful and bittersweet—Will finally gets everything he could have had, only to realize it’s not the same as what he wanted at all. Very investing, emotionally rewarding fic! Definitely feeds my hankering for angst while not being one-note painful—it’s got that delicious balance of comfort and pain that I can’t get enough of. Last update was June 2023.

Honzen Ryōri by @terminalfids​ [E, 54k] * WIP

"I have never felt as alive as I did when I was killing him," Will admitted in a whisper, and it was true. His skin ached with it, felt like he might simply burst from it. It wasn't enough to contain him.

"Then you owe Randall Tier a debt," Dr. Lecter mused softly, still holding on to Will's hand as he cast a glance over the corpse before them. "How will you repay him?"

"I want to skin him," he said after a long moment, dragged out until he could feel Dr. Lecter's emotions swallow his own with anticipation. The man's feelings were bombastic. Loud and inescapable when he let them fly free on his face. It was easy to submerge himself in it, mirror it, until Will felt more of Dr. Lecter in his head than himself. Dr. Lecter wasn't a psychopath. He was more emotionally alive than anyone Will had ever met. He just also happened to be able to act as cruelly as though he felt nothing at all but cold curiosity at the simple flip of a switch. "I need the- the parts. I want to build him a monument. Do you know a place where I might do that?"

For the second time since his release from the BSHCI he thought that Dr. Lecter might kiss him. He told himself that he was relieved when he did not.

Canon-divergent from Naka-Choko. Picked this fic up soon after it was first published my god did I enjoy it!! The very first scene had me head over heels—it’s beautifully written, delightfully intimate, and has just the combo of hurt/comfort, inner conflict, and turmoil that makes me drool. I’ve loved the little changes terminalfids has made to canon so far, and the way they’ve echoed or adapted canon scenes and lines in new, appropriately divergent contexts. Really fantastic characterization and POVs from both characters—I love the insights we get from each of them and am SO excited to see how it all turns out! Last updated on February 2024.

A place you can never go by @det395​​ [E, 84k]

When things don’t go according to plan, Hannibal makes a wish. He finds himself a year-and-a-half in the past and seemingly given another chance with Will.

His feelings about the situation only get more complicated when he realizes he may not have completely lost access to his old timeline after all.

A Digestivo canon divergence.

I have never ever felt so emotionally conflicted (/positive) while reading a time travel/parallel universe fic! Jen writes these characters beautifully and captures their pain so well. I love the way she uses the memory palace throughout this, and I was hanging on every word. Absolutely stunning fic that has become one of my all-time favorites. She also has written two DELICIOUS timestamps/accompanying one shots, which are part of the same Ao3 series as this fic.

The Storyteller by @gzdacz-writes-fic​ [E, 188k]

Hannibal has little choice: to eliminate the threat he presents, he must stand by and let illness consume Will Graham. But the brighter Will burns, the more the delusions of his inflamed brain begin to spill onto Hannibal's world, until the boundaries between the real and imagined become faint - and something Other slips through.

Canon divergent from partway through season 1. I will rec this fic until I’m blue in the face. It starts out /painful/—Hannibal lets Will’s encephalitis continue on unhindered with some truly devastating results—and continues on a slow, emotional, bittersweet train that incorporates some truly lovely character moments, some great catharsis, and an incredibly engaging surreal/magical realism–style mystery. Fantastic writing and characterization, incredibly engaging through and through. HIGHLY recommend but be prepared for the road to be bumpy! There’s a lot of caretaking and recovery both mental and physical, in addition to some emotional turmoil 🥰

Callin’ Anybody, Can You Hear Me? by nobetterlove [E, 19k] 

Daring to take an Introduction to Visual Arts class, a completely blind Will Graham ventures into The Walters Art Museum for an assignment. While taking the narrated tour, Will isn't prepared for the heavily accented voice flowing through his speakers, flawlessly describing the art that brought each piece to life. Though it was hard to believe, love at first listen sat at the back of his mind.

Two years later, Will visits the museum every other Friday, fixated on both the voice and the beauty and knowledge his favorite museum had to offer. With the right connections and a true talent, Will scores a gig playing for the museum's latest exhibit reveal. When a recognizable voice makes the opening presentation, Will is overwhelmed with feelings and dreamed up possibilities. What happens when the voice becomes a real person, who finds Will just as interesting?

Or - the one where Will falls in love with Hannibal's voice before ever meeting him.

A really lovely piece! The characterizations ring so true to me and I love this portrayal of blind Will Graham. The author does a wonderful job with Will’s inner monologue and really beautifully portrays his perspective and interaction with the world as influenced by both his blindness and his Classic Will Graham character that we’ve all grown to love! The first meeting between Will and Hannibal is so heartwarming, sweet, and charmingly fluffy, and their relationship blossoms quickly—we’re treated to some really lovely dates that beautifully capture that honeymoon-stage flutter and fondness, and there’s a lovely navigation of their mutual loneliness that definitely hit home for me. Though this fic itself is technically complete, it does end on a cliffhanger meant to be picked up by a second installment of the series. If you end at the penultimate scene, though, it can be read as a complete work!

Songs for the End of the World by th_esaurus [M, 20k] Will Graham/Abigail Hobbs/Hannibal Lecter,  Will Graham/Abigail Hobbs

When the infection hits, swift and relentless, turning men into monsters and the world into a wilderness, Will Graham is one of the few who doesn't run. He's lost his wife, he has no colleagues, and Abigail Hobbs has been a ghost for such a long time; the only person he has left in the world is sitting in the dank cells of Baltimore Hospital for the Criminally Insane.

Waiting for him.

A TLOU-inspired post-canon AU written before s2 aired. Really beautifully written, fantastically emotional and heart-wrenching piece that kept me engaged all the way through to the bittersweet end. The characterizations are so good and the prose is amazing—highly recommend! For those who don’t normally read Will/Abigail or Hannibal/Abigail, it is present, but I think even those who don’t normally find that to be their cup of tea could enjoy this piece! There are a few very brief sex scenes between Will and Abigail (really no more than a few lines) but it’s the intimacy and distance and horror and love between the three of them that really shines through!

oh, give no faith to show by videcormeum [M, 25k]  * WIP

“Try to relax your shoulders. Be one with your body, do not fight it.”

Atoms separated them. Will swallowed. With a deep, steadying breath, he allowed his shoulders to drop. It felt better, the pull at his muscles easier. His chin lifted naturally. Projecting to the balcony.

Hannibal smiled. “That’s good, Will.”

Dancers are dying at a local ballet company. With local law enforcement convinced it's an inside job, promising FBI agent and ex-dancer Will Graham is sent undercover to investigate. When he meets renowned ballet dancer Hannibal Lecter, it becomes clear that the investigation will be anything but straightforward.

Yes, you need to read a Ballet AU. Trust me. The whole cast is repurposed here as part of the ballet company (except for Jack Crawford, who remains with Will in the FBI camp), from dancers Zeller and Bev to ballet master Hannibal, choreographer Chilton, and Madame Du Maurier. The piece is really delightful and full of emotion, old trauma, and sexual tension while also delivering some really fun company bonding and banter. Really lovely piece, especially for anyone with any interest or experience in dance or performance! Last updated May 2021.

A Trip for Biscuits by anothersummerday (M_hys_a) [E, 26k]

In late summer 1936, Bedelia du Maurier's traveling circus is plagued by a series of murders, and Will Graham begins a brief but passionate affair with a man named Roman Fell.

Wow, a delightful read all the way through! The circus aspect itself doesn’t play too big—we don’t see any performances, so it mostly serves as a backdrop that provides a really lovely traveling outcast feeling. We get an encephalitis-era Will analog here, grappling with having killed Hobbs and facing his canon-typical nightmares and sleepwalking, and then Hannibal, using the alias Roman Fell, shows up smack in the middle of all of it. Delicious repurposing of canon dialogue, lovely cameos and supporting roles from characters like Margot, Reba, Dolarhyde, and Peter, and just really smooth, engaging writing.

climb into your shell of grief by skellytons [T, 37k]  * WIP

"There is... a distinctiveness to the way that you carry yourself, Will. It is familiar in people like me and unfamiliar in people like them." Hannibal looks up at the sky, reading the stars. "And people cannot trust what they find unfamiliar."

"Well, what can I do about that?" Will scoffs, feeling quite lost indeed.

"You say you have this man's address."

"Yes."

Hannibal holds out his hand, palm toward the calm sky, "May I have it?"

Will has never been one for support groups. He hadn't planned to stay for long. And then he heard Dr. Lecter speak.

Retired FBI agent Will Graham finally gives in to pressure and attends a grief support group, and one of the members there immediately catches his attention (three guesses who that is). This is definitely a heavy one, so check the tags—lots of angst and hurt/comfort, and the focus really is on Will’s grief and trauma, the background and details of which are fed to us just a little at a time, enough to whet the palate but not give you the whole picture right from the start. It’s also got a fun mixture of canon characters, who poke in from the sides, and unfamiliar ones, who serve as a pleasant, not-at-all distracting backdrop for Will and Hannibal’s interactions. Last updated May 2024.

give it to the dirt by @ropertplant​ [E, 132k]  * WIP

Hannibal gets called in to consult on his second FBI case after The Minnesota Shrike; a string of murders connected to New Orleans. While he’s there, he meets a very interesting tour guide for the city.

They talk. They argue.

And they have much more in common than they may realize.

This is the Hannibal we know from canon—Chesapeake Ripper, psychiatrist, consultant for Jack et al back at the FBI—put up against the Will we know in spirit, if not in exact circumstance. Will has remained in New Orleans and works as a tour guide, living in isolation on the swamp with his seven-plus dogs. There is so much to love about this one!! The characterizations, dialogue, and banter, for one, are delightful and so striking. We get a delicious helping of smitten Hannibal, bitchy/abrasive Dark!Will, delightful inner conflicts, sexual and romantic tension, some hilarious peeks at Team Sassy Science, and more. There are some INCREDIBLY fun and incredibly hot scenes, and there’s great humor throughout along with some really well-done sweet moments. This one absolutely consumed me—once I picked it up I couldn’t put it down! Last updated July 2024.

Symbasis by @bloodripelives​ [E, 126k]

Anabasis: a journey up away from the coast, cf. Xenophon, Alexander. Katabasis: a journey towards the coast, or, descent to the underworld, cf. Persephone, Orpheus.

The world is being torn apart and remade. The ripper of Carthage thinks to help with the tearing; a desert prophet is ready to be remade.

REALLY fantastic Historical AU that starts out at the end of Alexander the Great’s siege of Tyre, where Carthaginian Hannibal son of Lectis happens to have been stuck along with the rest of his envoy for the past seven months. Meanwhile, this version of Will (Weldjebauend, or Wel for short) is an Egyptian priest of Ammon-Re; he’d been found in the desert when he was a child by Joh (Jack), another priest of Ammon-Re, who’d taken him under his wing and brought him into the priesthood. Will’s encephalitis-induced hallucinations and empathy are repurposed into visions and knowledge sent by the gods, Hannibal is a hoplite soldier as well as a murderer who’s got a blood feud to avenge, and some of our favorite minor characters are woven in throughout, including Beverly (Bacaxa), Jimmy (Jason), and Brian (Briarios). There’s A LOT of history in this, and Alexander the Great and the historical happenings that go along with him definitely do not take a backseat. It’s a bit of a slow burn leading up to Will and Hannibal meeting and getting to know each other in any capacity, and it’s an enthralling ride—tei’s writing is fantastic and the characters are absolutely engaging from the very start!

[wakingupthetrees]

the fellowship of the ring and how they are on a night out drinking (obvs tw for alcohol mentions!)

Aragorn;

likes a range of different drinks but tends to stick with beer

normally the most sober in the group, unless its just the three hunters, in which he is smashed to prove a point to gimli

drunk crier when hes alone

designated driver (arwen ends up picking them all up most of the time anyway)

holds his alcohol like a champ, never once seen throwing up even after the craziest nights

gets crazy hangovers though

Legolas;

loves a good fruity cocktail or wine

though he'll drink pretty much anything

and i mean anything. you could hand this elf a mixture of beer, moss and horse hair and he'd down it with an 'aight bet'

stomach of steel

somehow still pristine even after way too many shots to be healthy for anyone

only gets drunk on elf wine

hangovers? what's that?

the type to wake the others up at 7am the morning after to make him food

Gimli;

similar to aragorn, likes beer but will drink anything as long as its alcohol

gets WAY too into drinking games, one tease from a hobbit or elf and suddenly theyre 5 pints in

does not hold his alcohol that well, no matter what he says

passes out at a certain point and does not move for at least 10 hours. like he becomes a whole rock. just there. one time sam freaked out because he thought gimli was dead

wakes up in pain but soldiers through, makes THE best hangover pancakes

Boromir;

cider enjoyer

normally one of the more sober of the group at the start, then the first to descend into madness

is the one to suggest they play the drinking games, chaos unfolds

always ends up being dared into something dumb, later denies this

eggs the others on, also later denies this

wakes up with a killer headache

'im never doing that ever again' proceeds to do it again

'ill take this one easy guys' spoiler alert he does not take this one easy

offers to carry the hobbits home, they make it one street before getting picked up by the others

Frodo;

likes a good old pint from the green dragon

honestly anything thatll get his mind off of Things

happy to just sit and watch the chaos

gets weirdly philosophical after a few too many, dont let him near legolas they will start speaking in riddles even gandalf is lost on

always prepared with hangover remedies bilbo recommended him

Samwise;

the sensible one

also likes a variety of wines

likes to sing songs with everyone

gets anxious over getting too drunk

doesn't really know whats going on is just here to be with his friends and have fun :)

makes sure everyone drinks plenty of water and gets home safe

if he gets REALLY drunk he might cry over his potatoes. dont worry though, mr frodo, he knows just how to grow more even better next season

Merry;

another who'll drink literally anything, though he has lots of opinions and recommendations on what the best brands are

gets louder the more he drinks, especially once the songs start

him and pip are a 2 hobbit band, once they start a song theyre off.

on the tables, singing and drinking with a full planned dance routine to match

loves a good gossip, shares all the tea from the shire

do NOT let him and pippin start with the shots it will not end well for anybody

is one of the drunkest and yet never gets a hangover

Pippin;

drinks whatever the others order

a very giggly drunk

tries to sneak in a few pranks, always gets caught but no one really minds

plays all the games, sings all the songs, is just there for a good time

first to start singing, the first to get up on a table

needs to be carried home, will collapse laughing at some point and not get up

avoids the hangovers by just sleeping for hours and hours, always mia until the next evening after a night out

Gandalf;

prefers his pipeweed to drinking

though hes been seen with a glass in his hand at more than a few events

only person im the fellowship whos seen him drunk was pippin, who witnessed him shove a wild squirrel up his hat before winking and running away

everyone thinks pippin is joking, except legolas who's just been around long enough to think 'yeah that checks'

pip now has a phobia of squirrels ('but merry, what if he enchanted them!! what if he has a secret squirrel army!!')