#will try and answer stuff tomorrow i'm super behind on this and writing but a little distracted by life atm

[beebopurr]

Hi! I'm May! And let me just say, I was not expecting this, but it's happened.

I saw your lighthouse au and was inspired.

I started writing something I thought was gonna be a short story that went nowhere and I wouldn't feel the need to post it.

I ended up with a whole long thing with a plot and a villain or two and a close to death sequence and chapters and I'm honestly shocked I finished it because I don't normally finish things this quickly, if at all.

It took me exactly 8 days to write because I was hyper fixated, though it would have been a couple days shorter if I didn't get sick and have flu brain and couldn't think to write. I've had my brain back literally a day and it got done.

Before you get any ideas of how it might go, it's about the 2003 boys, (because they're my favorite boys), it's not a romance, the new lighthouse keeper is my OC-turned-brand new character because my OC didn't fit the story I ended up creating as the story evolved, and it involves guns. It's pretty much not your story and is only loosely inspired, but it wouldn't exist if it wasn't for you.

Don't worry, the guns aren't a major part until the climax. It does have kind of a message thing going about guns so if you do end up wanting to read it I'm sorry if it sounds preachy I really wasn't trying to make it that way but I've re-read it and it might sound that way. I'll try to fix it in the editing if it doesn't impact the story in any way. This is still a TMNT thing, so no one dies and the guns aren't the point of the story, they're just a minor driving force for certain interactions. I tend to write more serious bad-people-doing-bad-things-to-good-people type stuff so it all just happened naturally. Had to remind myself this is tmnt and it probably shouldn't get that serious and hold myself back.

Since it was inspired by you, I wanted to ask if it was ok if I post it on my writing blog and AO3. It's completely fine if you don't want that, and if you don't, I won't post it. But if you are ok with it, just know it's not gonna be out like tomorrow or anything. It's finished, but it still needs some heavy editing. And I will, of course, credit you with the original idea I was inspired by. Since it came from you, I would prefer to have your approval before making it a public thing.

I love your art and I thank you kindly for inspiring me to write this. Even if you don't want me posting it, it was fun to write and I and my friends can still enjoy it privately. You're awesome and I love your au and the premise behind it and everything. It's really creative and super freaking cool!

Oof sorry for not answering this earlier! Yeah you can post it lol, I don't own lighthouses and it's not like you're just doing a carbon copy of what I've made just in writing form lol (even if you were I'd still give it a thumbs up bc imitation is the sincerest form of flattery 👍)

[olath124]

WIP WHENEVER

Thank you @ouroboros-hideout for the tag! It's always super fun to do this kind of stuff!

After a weekend full of Christmas markets I'm quite delirious but I'll try to put the things I am working on in some kind of order.

Ok, the thing I’m doing exactly right now is a drawing of Violet, Misty, and Jackie when they were kids. I've just reached the part where Jackie dies and… so many FEELINGS. So I had to do this!

Here they are… probably I’ll post the finished version tomorrow.

On the artistic side I want to draw chibi Aurore, Aymeric and Jhonny at least. But for them I only have an image in my head so far… The gremlin in my head is also yelling: “What about Jackie, Misty, Viktor and Jago!?!? And your other two Vs (one is not even already made in game xD) ?!?What about them?!?” So… yeah, Ill be drawing them way into next year…

As I said in a previous post I’d like to write something about Hansen and V. So far I've only some crazy thoughts and things in a really colloquial form. This is the only part I’m comfortable showing. Oh, it's probably a bit… I don't know, there’s some psychological/physical torture? Nothing too extreme for now. Their relationship in my head is not romantic at all and it probably never will (but there's absolutely some tension). They are just two assholes who find it funny to mess with each other ❤️.

There are also probably some mistakes and some phrases and words I'll definitively need to change later. I haven't proofread it and I'm too tired to do it now!

And that's when he's behind her back, a tight grip on her throat and the knife resting on her jaw. Probably a quick use of Sandevistan, because it's a matter of seconds. "If it wasn't for you and your friend, Myers would be already dead. You saved her once, why the change of mind?" The answer is simple, even if the thumb resting not so softly on her carotid artery makes her feel every heartbeat in her head. And probably he's feeling that too. And that's without the knife which still hasn't cut her skin but it's just a matter of an infinitesimal amount of pressure. “Two people who helped her are dead despite her promises. Two people are alive and well even if they were actively fucking with you, just because you've promised to let them go. If I have to guess who I need to trust to survive I think I’ll bet on you.” She has rehearsed this part during the wait, so the fear won't paralyze her. “Not mentioning the whole Songbird’s shitshow.”

So, that's it for now!

I'll tag some of you, feel free to do it if you want to!

@theviridianbunny @cyberholic77 @8oo8erry @dustymagpie @aggravateddurian @cybervesna

[bi-bard]

Maybe There's No Answer Here, At Least One We're Ready to Hear - Jay Halstead Imagine [Chicago PD]

Title: Maybe There's No Answer Here, At Least One We're Ready to Hear

Pairing: Jay Halstead X Reader

Based On: In the Meantime

Word Count: 913 words

Warning(s): mentions of separation

Summary: Jay and (Y/n) planned for forever. However, no one can plan for everything. Now, Jay begs for one night of normalcy before everything falls apart.

Author's Note: This is super short, but I think it gets the job done.

Part One of "April" [Release Date: 5/3/2023]

Part Two of "April" [Release Date: 5/5/2023]

YEARBOOK - SLEEPING AT LAST WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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Endings were always hard to accept.

Good or bad, there was always a small sense of denial that something was finally coming to a close.

I wish that my ending was good.

I had let myself believe that it was going to be.

I got comfortable. I got comfortable calling Jay's place home. I got comfortable waking up next to him, cooking with him, doing chores with him. I got comfortable being loved by him.

And now, I was forced to watch whatever future I imagined with Jay crumble in front of me. All of the broken pieces now sat in cardboard boxes and various bags. And suddenly, the ending was far more real than it had ever been before.

I heard the floor creak behind me. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

Jay and I had been largely silent while I packed. It was rare for our place to be so quiet. No talking, no music, no TV show playing in the background. Nothing to distract us from the inevitable.

"Kim's coming by tomorrow morning to help me get everything out," I muttered.

I didn't want to spend another night there. It was simply my only option at this point. I had been planning to sleep on the couch for the night. I had been for a while at that point. Jay complained about it, but I didn't care. Not at that point.

"Do you want some dinner," Jay asked.

"I'll eat later," I replied.

"(Y/n)-"

"You don't need to take care of me, Jay," I stopped him, turning to face him properly. "I can feed myself. I don't need your supervision-"

"It's not for you," he snapped. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "It's for me."

I had to bite back the urge to say something along the lines of "at least you can finally admit that."

"Tomorrow... everything's going to be... different," he explained. "I just... I want one more normal night before that. I don't want to try to fix everything or convince you to stay or anything. I just want to have one more night where I don't have to think about living without you around."

He had spent a long time in denial. So had I.

Does anyone ever easily accept that a relationship is ending? Or that it ever needs to?

"Fine," I mumbled. "What did you have in mind?"

His shoulders dropped a bit before he replied, "I can order something."

"You know what I get from our usual places," I said. "I'm fine with anything."

He just nodded and walked off.

I sat down on the couch as he called whatever place he chose. I took a moment to look around the room.

It was strange. It was still the same place, but it looked completely foreign to me. There were empty spots on the wall where my stuff had been hanging up. There were movies missing from the shelf. There were throw blankets that were now tucked away in one of my boxes, mainly guarding my mugs.

It all felt so... wrong. Like seeing your face flipped in a photo. Still the same but not how you were used to seeing it.

Jay came out to sit with me a few minutes later.

He looked different too.

He looked tired. Weighed down. I wanted to believe that after this, he would go back to the way he had been before. The same man that had left that cup of coffee on my desk. Our relationship had become a weight on both of us. Too heavy to hold onto without hurting ourselves. No matter how much we both wanted it.

"Wanna watch a movie," Jay asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Sure," I nodded.

I don't remember what movie we picked that night.

I don't remember paying attention.

We stayed up pretty late that night. We didn't talk much. Mostly small comments about what we were watching.

We watched a few movies.

We ate dinner side-by-side on that couch.

When that was done, Jay grabbed some ice cream from the freezer for us to share.

It was so strange.

We hadn't experienced such a calm night like that in a long time. It felt like it had been months since we had a night end with no argument or snarky comments.

I'd like to believe that we both pushed any negative thoughts away for the time being. We were mourning the loss of whatever we had; there was no reason to disturb that by yelling at each other.

After Jay went to bed, I spent ages staring up at the ceiling of the apartment.

I felt my eyes fill with tears.

I knew that I couldn't stay.

Not right now. Nothing would change if I stayed.

We were at different points in our lives. We had different needs than what the other person could provide.

And avoiding that was going to hurt both of us in the long run.

But I could handle the avoidance for a night.

Maybe Jay and I spent that night trying to ignore the reality of the situation. Maybe neither one of us wanted to think about all of the reasons that our relationship fell apart the way it did.

But maybe we didn't need to.

Maybe we had been through enough fighting and yelling and talking.

Maybe it wasn't a state of denial. It was just the first step towards acceptance.

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Altun and Harmony's answers under the cut!

1a) Altun likes fruity drinks, and isn't afraid to order something large. 1b) Harmony would order a glass of baking soda if she could speak enough to order. She goes absolutely feral for the stuff.

2a) Altun is rigorous about scrubbing her scales and bathes at least two times a day, occasionally even going to bath houses to soak and relax. A lot of her work is a strain on her back and legs, so she enjoys water a lot 2b) Harmony doesn't groom. She doesn't shower, and she only bathes when forced into water by Altun. It's a lot like trying to get a cat to take a bath. This only happens about three times per week, but she doesn't seem to need as much hygenic upkeep for some reason. 3a) Altun is rigorous about the upkeep of her submersibles and mammets, but lacking the skill to maintain them herself, most of her spare income goes to paying engineers when one breaks down. 3b) Harmony doesn't understand the concept of money and paid four million gil for a single drink, once. How did she get that much money? Who knows. Wait, she has -retainers-? Since when!? How!? HARMONY, YOU BETTER BE PAYING THEM! 4a) Altun's back is HEAVILY scarred from a fight earlier in her life with a Courser Chocobo. She took a Choco Meteor right to the back, but ended up victorious. She won't say she won, but she DID have dinner that night. 4b) Harmony has no scars, but thin veins of gold run across her body in a curious manner. 5a) She won't admit it. She did it behind closed doors, in a bath, when her mentor died. That was a long night, and there was probably a bit too much alcohol involved. 5b) Some time before she was corrupted. It's impossible to know further details. 6a) Orphaned at a young age, she doesn't know if she has any blood relatives left alive. (She does, like two cousins that she has VERY NARROWLY avoided meeting because oops) 6b) She was the youngest child of a noble family in Voeburt. I only learned as much as I'm writing this. 7a) It varies based on conditions. She actually has two pairs of footwear, something light for moving around more easily and heavier boots for trudging through coerthan snow 7b) If you look below the dress, she's actually barefoot. Yes, even in the snow. On paving tiles. In houses. On carpets. Barefoot. This doesn't seem to bother her, or somehow leave any mess. 8a) It's a mess. Altun sleeps where she works, sometimes making her way to her mess of a bed from her desk. 8b) Harmony might not sleep? I don't know, she won't tell me. 9a) Altun is really fond of Starlight. She remembers seeing Ishgardian fireworks displays courtesy of the cannons on the Steps of Faith from afar as a child. It's a quiet appreciation, but she really likes the mood. 9b) Today. Tomorrow doesn't exist, yesterday can't be changed, but today is here and now. Harmony is happy to exist, and every day is a gift. She well and truly lives every day like it's a holiday, and that's not just because she doesn't understand what a holiday is. Only partially because of it. 10a) Altun actually has a mood necklace that she wears almost everywhere, even if it doesn't quite work. It does, however, reflect the role of whatever job she's on because I'm a nerd about my glamours like that. She also has a trusty knife that she's incredibly fond of. The blade is super worn down and almost too short to be useful from how many times it has been sharpened, but almost useless isn't useless. 10b) Harmony has way too many cookies. She has had them since at LEAST last hatching-tide, and they're all super stale and some are even moldy. Do not accept cookies from her. It's for the best if you just let her eat them in peace, no matter how enthusiastic she seems to share them.

So my problem with most ‘get to know your character’ questioneers is that they’re full of questions that just aren’t that important (what color eyes do they have) too hard to answer right away (what is their greatest fear) or are just impossible to answer (what is their favorite movie.)  Like no one has one single favorite movie. And even if they do the answer changes.

If I’m doing this exercise, I want 7-10 questions to get the character feeling real in my head. So I thought I’d share the ones that get me (and my students) good results: 

What is the character’s go-to drink order? (this one gets into how do they like to be publicly perceived, because there is always some level of theatricality to ordering drinks at a bar/resturant)

What is their grooming routine? (how do they treat themselves in private)

What was their most expensive purchase/where does their disposable income go? (Gets you thinking about socio-economic class, values, and how they spend their leisure time)

Do they have any scars or tattoos? (good way to get into literal backstory) 

What was the last time they cried, and under what circumstances? (Good way to get some *emotional* backstory in.) 

Are they an oldest, middle, youngest or only child? (This one might be a me thing, because I LOVE writing/reading about family dynamics, but knowing what kinds of things were ‘normal’ for them growing up is important.)

Describe the shoes they’re wearing. (This is a big catch all, gets into money, taste, practicality, level of wear, level of repair, literally what kind of shoes they require to live their life.)

Describe the place where they sleep. (ie what does their safe space look like. How much (or how little) care / decoration / personal touch goes into it.)

What is their favorite holiday? (How do they relate to their culture/outside world. Also fun is least favorite holiday.) 

What objects do they always carry around with them? (What do they need for their normal, day-to-day routine? What does ‘normal’ even look like for them.) 

[abishekmuses]

10/4/24 00.25

Today I literally have no idea what I'm going to be writing about - so this will be a super stream-of-consciousness like post.

First off, let me start my reviewing my day so far. As I write this, it's about half past midnight. It's been a reasonable day. Nothing crazy. I did manage to start off my 2 pomodoro medicine thing. Which is something. Not nothing for sure. I'm 30 and i'm starting to study medicine - this is my reality. I told myself that I should stop doing the pointless exercise of thining back to 2014 or 2012 and castigating myself for not doing it then. I've been doing this exercise for a long time and it's utterly pointless.

Might as well get with the reality and start now. Last few days have been interesting in that I've been seized with a manic lust for life, experiences, pleasures and adventures. the Abishek of the last few days is the roving adventurer. The insatiable maniac. The one whose energies just want to bounce endlessly. I've also been feeling extremely sexual. My loins are on fire! I can't seem to get my mind off the idea of women for more than a coupleo f hours at a time. Suddenly, i realise with a vengeance, as it were, that there are hot women around and that they have belly buttons and nupples and they do such things as take men's penises in their mouths. It's been wild. But i want to reiterate to myself that I chose this period of celibacy intentionally and volitionally. I wonder how I can get myself into that frame of mind that I occupied in the beginning of this period.

Hmmmm.

I was also thinking yesterday how even as an adolescent, i was aware of my "body" "holding me back" by getting nervous - I remember talking about it to sudhan for example. My answer back then was to "interfere" with the mind and make it not so - try and defeat my anxiety with cockiness - basically forcing myself to do the thing- get on stage, talk to the girl etc. I want to remember those times of my life more through writing. Let's get there someday. So far, so much of my emotions and thoughts revolve around the "problem period" since 2012 - actually even later? I wonder why I'm so predisposed to high heart rate etc. I can't even remember when this started. I think it was always the case. I just think i didn't notice it. I didn't have any awareness about it. I remember ayesha telling me not to get excited. I remember stuff like that. I remember renu telling me that with weed i finally "stopped bouncing off the walls". i think i was always like this - but i guess there was an additional component that complicated it when I started having real problems in life - when I got expelled, started cheating on sandra and feeling major guilt about it, started sleeping days and spending nights drinking, lying to my parents, doing lots of drugs, spending entire months away from school etc - this added a whole new layer to that natural predisposition towards sympathetic arousal.

I am quite excited about planning a few trips after all this monasticism. I'm thinking hampi, goa, rishikesh but let's see how it all works out. There's a lot more of this to be done. I also remembered today that one of the major components of this 90 day thing was physical transformation - and it's kind of on hold right now because of the back injury. But i think that's an excuse. My sleep cycle has been fucked - that's the major problem - i feel like I don't have time and I feel like i'm always behind - plus all the emotional release of course. So, this is good. I think I'll read some osho and go to sleep fairly early today. Then, I'll be able to get up and have two proper sadhana sessions from tomorrow and maybe do a nice and proper rehab session in the evening?

By doing my rehab properly - even though it's not "high yield"- feeling or "high impact", i show myself that I value my body's mobility and functionality. I show myself that i learn from my lessons and that I'm committing to a life of physical mastery. Now would be a great moment to remind myself of that socrates thing.

I really enjoyed my call with Runar today - there's always something so life-affirming and joyful about these copywriting sessions we have. I don't know what it is - maybe it allows me to live out this fantasy of an alternate reality where im a creative ad-agency worker or something? i don't know. I just love it though!

I feel behind on things a bit - substack, essays, writing more content deliberately, going through those tabs, building my personal brand, doing outreach for more writing work etc. Not to mention write all that content for ONiO and actually make good on my commitment to make 1500$ by the end of last week lol!

Let's get up in the morning and hit the road running?

What do I want to get done tomorrow?

finish at least 3 articles? or let's say 2 conservatively. As a rule! but aim for 3

make more content for linkedin

extensive rehab

two shambhavis

early pomodoro finish

reading!!!! (just for fun) - to be able to do that with a free mind, I need to finish all the other stuff earlier and fast!!!!

Ok i'll write my affirmations now, read some osho (but chocolate first!) and go to sleep!

[your-everyday-whore]

BangChan x Reader smut

From steamy argument to steamy “wrestle match” in bed

a/n: This is one of my first writings so all and constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated!! + English is not my first language, Korean is, so excuse grammar mistakes

Warnings: protected sex, vibrator, fingering, oral(f receiving), very slight power dynamics (ddlg), slight orgasm denial, argument

2.1 k words

You had been scrolling through every app and platform downloaded on your phone. Edits of your idol boyfriend, Chan, keep popping up.

*Ugh, when will he come back from work…*

Indeed, your boyfriend left for his music studio at 8:45 am , it was now exactly 9:57 pm. You had messaged him a few times throughout the day but no surprise, he had not messaged back. He must still be stressed as always. Being the leader of a whole eight member k-pop group sure as hell can be stressful but now with all the photo shoots, music recordings, M/V filmings, concerts and so much more that came along with the comeback, he was ALWAYS stressed. He came back home after you were asleep and left before you woke up every.goddamn.day. He was becoming so distant and way too overworked.

You decided to go over to the JYP studios to go find your boyfriend and possibly talk about the distance being put between you both, so, you threw on a pair of Chan’s black cargo pants and a simple crop top with a vest over it, paired with ankle high black platforms, perfect for the weather. You walked over to the closest train station and made your way over to the studios. You get off the train and speed walk about a mile before arriving. 

As you walked through the entrance of the building, the secretary (who low key hated you and was super jealous of your relationship with Chan) gave you the elevator pass and did not forget to serve you a side eye along with that. You, being used to that behavior with many of Chan’s fans, brushed it off and made your way to the elevator. As the doors were closing, you saw 2 girls rushing trying to catch the elevator, you held the door for them. You hear them whisper but you don’t think much of it.

You arrive at the 3rd floor. After a small walk in the long corridors, you arrive at Chan’s studio. You knock a few times with no answer, so you enter. 

– Chris?

There is a small dim yellowish lighting in the room so it contrasts well with the bright white light coming from his computer. You walk over to it and soon realize your boyfriend is not sitting behind his desk.

– Chan?

After a long second, you see your attractive boyfriend walk out of the restroom.

-Baby? What are you doing here?

You walk over to him and give him a hug

-I was tired of waiting for you to arrive, so I came here to see you! Can we go sit on the couch? We really have to talk.

Chan exits the hug to look at you

-Can you say it now? I'm really busy

You give him a sad- eyed look

-No babe, we  really have to talk, this is super important, we have to talk about how overworked you are.

-I appreciate your concern babygirl, but i really have to keep working, JYP want the documents i told you about, i have to write an email to our manager, i have to order our outfits for the future MV’s and i have to continue the music for “Megaverse”, and that's only the stuff i have to do tonight, i have even more planned for tomorrow.

You put on a stern face

-Chris, can you please take five minutes to come talk to me, please?

He finally nods.You grab his soft hand and you lead him to the couch, you sit next to him.

Chris, i really miss you, you leave to come to work every morning before i wake up and you come back at like, 3 am after i fell asleep, you don't respond to my texts and phone calls and we don't even go on dates anymore. I-I really miss having you.

You tear up a bit.

‘reader’, i understand what you’re saying but-

NO! You don’t understand! If you would, you would at least take a day off for both of us! It’s not healthy for you either! You barely even eat!

       Chan is visibly hurt that you screamed, but he is also 

       visibly angry.

Don’t fucking scream at me! I’m here making money for both of us to live! Did you forget who is paying for the apartment we live in?!

“We”!? “WE”!? You practically live here, in this fucking office! You’re never home!

At this point, you’re both just screaming meaningless things to each other, almost forgetting the love that still strikes between the two of you, but then, Chan crosses the line.

YOU KNOW, IF YOU FEEL SO ALONE, MAYBE YOU 

Yea, i -i know, and- I’m really sorry too.

He he pulled back slightly to look at you

Baby, there is no reason for you to apologize. 

He pulled you back in.

Chris, let’s go home, okaySHOULD JUST MOVE OUT! It wouldn’t make a difference to you and I could stop needing to pay for food and clothes for you!

Chan isn't poor, you could tell he did not mean anything he said, but it hurt you nonetheless, so you teared up and started crying, you fell on your knees in front of Chan and he immediately regretted what he had said. 

-Baby i-...I’m so sorry.

Chan kneeled next to you and took you in his warm embrace. You inhaled his now wearing out cologne and relaxed in his soft and gentle touch.

You know I didn't mean that, right?

?

Yeah, let’s go babygirl

Chan grabs his phone and headphones from his desk then comes back to you and grabs your hand.

-C’mon babe, let’s go

You both walk out the door of his office and into the elevator. After entering, Chan pulls you into a big warm back hug, but your attention goes straight to the huge bulge pressing against your ass. As you feel him, your breathing gets heavy and Chan knows you feel him.

You feel that babygirl

m-mhm

Use your big girl words

He slides his hands down your body until he reaches your hips, he gently pulls you in some more but the elevator dings and you both go back to holding hands. You made sure to give him your purse to hide his hard-on from the secretary and security. 

While walking by the secretary's desk, she gave Chan puppy eyes and a small pout to look “more attractive” which did not go unnoticed by Chan who gave her a discreetly discussed look.

You shared a few kisses and love full words while walking to his car. 

Once in his car, he placed his veiny hand on your thigh.

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You arrived home and immediately after closing the front door, Chan was all over you, deep kisses and hands grabbing all over your body. You took his hand and guided him to your shared room. He sat on the edge of the bed with you in front of him.

Strip to your underwear for me

You do exactly what he said, revealing a matching set of black lace underwear. He admired your form, gazed upon every detail of your body before pulling you closer to him by gently tugging at the side of your g-string. He pulled onto his lap with ease.

You are so goddamn gorgeous baby

He placed his hands on your hips, slowly caressing the soft skin, he trailed his hands ever so slowly to your ass, cupping it gently.

You put your hands on the back of his neck, thumbs behind his ear, he backed his head into your touch.

He adjusted his posture and pulled your underwear higher. He then picked you up and laid you down on the bed gently. He backed up a few steps to strip himself, taking off his black jean coat, then his t-shirt. You admired the well formed muscles on his abdomen and his nipples contrasting well with the light skin of his chest. He then took off his jeans leaving himself in only his black boxers.

He got on top of you on the bed, giving you a small peck on the lips before giving you a sligh playful lick on the jaw, he then made his way down your neck, taking his time and leaving love bites here and there, left to be admired tomorrow. Once he arrived at you chest he rose up slightly and pulled your back by your hips, he reached his hand behind your back and skillfully unclasped your bra with one hand, he laid you back down and buried his face in you tits and gave a lick to the tip of your left nipple, hardening it, but then he let go of it and continued his journey down your stomach, soft kissed making you shiver. Arriving at the hem of your underwear, he bit the material and pulled them down with his teeth, discarding them somewhere in the room. He gave your pelvis a kiss and then entered his strong fingers inside your warm cunt, realizing just how wet you were for him already.

You're so wet for me babygirl, do I really turn you on that much?  He said playfully

You moan at his comment, bucking your hips forward, showing that you want him to eat you out.

Do you want me to pleasure you some more?

m-mhm! You managed to yelp out.

Use big girl words

Y-yes, please daddy, eat me out. fuck- ngh

Good girl

He dipped his head in, circling his tongue over your sensitive pearl, never stopping his movements with his fingers. It was all too much, you were about to cum and when he realized, he stopped his movement and removed his fingers from your cunt, giving a kiss to your clit before rising to his knees.

I want you to cum around my cock, baby.

He leaned over you and extended his arm reaching for the drawer in the night stand, grabbing a condom and a vibrator from it. He placed the black silicone vibrator down next to your thigh and removed his boxers. His huge dick popped up and slapped his lower abdomen. The sight of the pinky tip and leaking pre-cum arroused you even more. He gently took your hand and led it to his dick. You wrapped your fingers around his girthy length and gave it a few pumps, feeling his warm skin. You slopped and reached for the condom, opening it and sliding it on.

He positioned himself.

Ready, baby?

You nod and he pushes forward, earning a nice, long steamy moan to erupt from your throat.

Chris! AH! fuck- ngh

Chan speeds up after letting you adjust to his massive size. His tip hits your g-spot at every thrust. Chan was breathing loudly and it was so hot to you. He grabbed the vibrator and turned it on the  5 / 8  level and put it on your clit, adding the perfect amount of pressure.

NGH!    CHR-CHRIS~

Fuck~ Babygirl, you look so hot right now.

You felt you're high coming, Chan’s dick and the vibrations are so overstimulating.

He felt your warm, wet walls clench around his cock, and he knew you were gonna cum.

Oh baby, i know you want to cum, but try holding it at least one more minute

CHRIS!~ 

You did last the whole minute, Chan’s thrusts became more sloppy but harder and you both came at the same time, you both rode out your high. He pulled out after his dick started softening and he took off the condom, he then went out to the bathroom to get a warm wet cloth to clean you up, he after collapsed over you, pulled the blanket over you both and wrapped you in his muscular arms.

I love you, Chris, I love you so much and I hated arguing with you earlier.

I love you too baby, don't worry, i’ll try my best to be more…here i guess i could say. He chuckled.

He held you tight against him and you both fell asleep together.

[renegadeontherunn]

deep breath

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH--

[legobiwan]

 Cestus Deception review: Part 2 (now with less wine):

Finished up Cestus Deception while taking a much-needed drive around town (by myself, not getting out except to take some pictures of mountains in a remote area, in a car no one else ever gets into because...well, one I am terrible about keeping a neat car and two I tend to hoard strange, partially disassembled instruments in my backseat along with exercise clothing, power tools, and books. #socialdistancing please do it, my friends).

Kenobi’s plan! Was to...visit an opium den, collude with a criminal, and then fake a Sith acolyte attack on a bunch of commerce families with Kit Fisto playing the role of evil!being? All in the name of getting the ruler of the planet to sign an accord with the Republic to stop manufacturing Jedi-killing droids? But, it was all a fake? Kenobi! Your deviousness is showing. 

I CAN’T, YOU GUYS. Who came up with this name for Kit? How did they not both start laughing hysterically? Kit “Nemonus” Fisto roleplaying as a lightwhip-wielding Sith battling Obi-wan Kenobi. This was your plan, Kenobi? Honestly.

And then Ventress gets some footage of Kenobi’s machinations and he is totally exposed in front everyone at the signing of the accord and ordered offworld. I mean, 100% caught in his own bullshit.

And then he doubles-down, I don’t know, I kinda dig this intense version of Obi-wan. He’s very...I hate to say it (lie, I *love* to say it) Dooku-ish in this novel. ...eeeehhhhh, *shrugs aggressively a la Larry David* can’t complain?

Okay, so Obes and his barrister friend are ordered offworld. Not even two minutes out of the atmosphere, Obi-wan is basically like, yeah, no, I’m going back down and peaces out on an escape pod while ordering a clone to take law-friend back to Coruscant.

And then Ventress attacks the ship. Xutoo, the clone...well, it doesn’t end well.

Surprisingly, Doolb Snoil (who I keep wanting to call Sny Snootles which I know is incorrect) survives this encounter and escapes on his own via pod to the surface. I was 100% expecting him to bite it because all of Obi-wan’s friends tend to bite it in tragic manner...

HAHAHAHAHHA NEVERMIND THEY NEEDED TO WAIT FOR ANOTHER ONE OF OBI-WAN’S FRIENDS TO DIE IN HIS ARMS WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY, STAR WARS, WHYYYYYYYYYYY??????

Okay, so I feel like the audiobook was abridged because I would have remembered this exchange. I think. Or I was distracted. Not unprecedented. Anyway, this is the kind of philosophical debate about free will in this universe I love and it does raise some very interesting ethical questions about the Jedi practice of taking children at that age. (Granted, no one was ever a prisoner of the Jedi Order, but it is far more difficult to escape an institution when you have been brought up in it. But then again, perhaps that child would have had a far worse life on their home planet. Or not. And it’s rare we see any insight into that decision, beyond Dooku in Dark Rendezvous, and of course, Rael, to a certain extent and Anakin. (If you know of others in Legends or Canon, let me know because I find it to be a fascinating question with no good answer.))

Meanwhile, Obes and Kit’s little Onderon-esque insurrection is drawing the attention of the local authorities. 

Why, yes, I agree, Dura. Brilliant, ferocious, tactically diverse, respectful, knows the Alderaanian Reel, *ahem*

Can we briefly talk about the spider-friend army attacking the Jedi Killer droids and defeating them because the droids, like recent Apple products, had a shitty battery life? Gotta get that portable battery/USB for your genocidal droids, Dooku. That was some Class-A Star Wars bullshit. 

Speaking of the JK droids, Obi-wan battles one himself later, and two things about this encounter: 

JFC, of course he did.

Did...did Obi-wan just...punch a droid to death? I mean...well, that is to say...not very civilized, is it, Kenobi?

Sorry, but the love story between Jangotat (Nate) and Sheeka Tal was...less than inspiring. Maybe it was the narration or the editing (as I am realizing going through the pdf that they cut some stuff for the audio version), but I was not so into it. Then again, romance isn’t really my thing in general. But Obi-wan Kenobi being a living Jedi pregnancy test...(okay, okay so I’m sure all Jedi were able to sense little life Forces forming themselves in people’s reproductive systems, but the fact that Star Wars feels compelled to come back to this idea of Obi-wan pointing out secret pregnancies is pretty hilarious, in my mind. Obi-wan Kenobi, Jedi Master and aspiring OBGYN. Good lords.)

I love the confrontation between Ventress, Obi-wan and Kit. Kit is such a third wheel here, his only reason for being is to make vaguely threatening comments towards Ventress and for her to ignore them so she can continue to villain-monologue at Kenobi. Also, Dooku wanted Obi-wan alive? WHY AM I NOT SURPRISED.

Okay, but Obi-wan and Ventress have the most EXTRA duel ever. They have a lightsaber battle...underwater? And then somehow rip each other’s rebreathers out at some point, which, let’s be honest, kiiiinda feels like a euphemism and then Ventress just gets frustrated with Obi-wan’s lack of coronavirus, meaning he can hold his breath underwater a really long time and peaces out in an angry cloud of random underwater smoke. Hilarious. THIS LINEAGE, I SWEAR, DOOKU IS THE INSTIGATOR OF SO. MUCH. DRAMA.

Can we appreciate that Obi-wan’s “backup plan” is to buy a half-million credit radiation suit form a opium addict gangster and sabotage a commercial production plant singlehandedly? And he shows up with credits! The Council must have loved that request. Half a million credits. The audacity of this man.

All this to sabotage a plan, that apparently, was a total smokescreen. It turns out that no, the CIS wasn’t trying to mass-produce Jedi killing droids, but pretending to in order to lure the Republic and engage them in combat where they would be framed for mass civilian casualties. That is some 4D chess, right there. Well played, both Dooku and Sidious. Well fucking played. 

Okay, I think (think) audiobook cut the part where Obi-wan:

 a) negotiated for spider clemency from Dura, who is so smitten by Kenobi she’s totally going to go with it even though Obi-wan is totally representing large, poisonous spiders this is FANTASTIC. (side note, I love spiders) Obi-wan Kenobi, Friend to Large Animals is probably the truest thing I have ever posted on this hellsite, so now we add gigantic spiders to the list. Have I mentioned I love this man? And who else but the student of Qui-gon fucking Jinn would be like this? Of course. Of. Course.

b) where he admitted to at one point being in love (what?!?) and 

c) where he was the sole preoccupation of Ventress’s thoughts as she left Ord Cestus, just...what???? Amazing. Truly amazing.

Overall, I really enjoyed the Obi-wan characterization, it was nice to see Kit in action (and Kit, by the way, didn’t totally approve of Obi-wan’s methods but went along with it), the Jangotet/Nate storyline was okay. Some of the machinations of the overall plot were a little muddled (which was probably due, in part, to the audiobook cuts) even if I did like how they tried to deal with the free will aspect of being a clone (even if it was not totally deftly handled). 7/10 would have been 7.5 but the audiobook cut some things that were important to me. (Or I zoned out and didn’t catch them :D

[adatheromcomaddict]

How You Meet the Cullens + Jacob

Hi! I've decided I'm going to put some of my stuff from Wattpad, over here. If you want to see my Wattpad, its the same username as I have here. Anyway, this is how you meet the Cullens, + Jacob. Probably intended for female readers, but it could mostly go either way... I think. And I do have the girls as well in here.

Edward Cullen:

Edward and you met at school. Of course.

"Um, excuse me?" You asked a small girl, with short brown hair.

She turned around, revealing her pale white skin, and beautiful golden eyes.

"How can I help you?" She asked.

"I was wondering where Mr. Molina's classroom is?" You replied.

"Oh, yes. I can show you the way!" She grabbed your hand, and pulled you down the halls. (Wow, this is turning into an Alice preference)

"Thank you!" You said, when you two arrived at the classroom.

She pointed inside the room, towards a beautiful boy, with golden hair, and dark, dark, eyes. He glared at her, with his hand over his mouth. I turned to look at her, and she winked back at him.

"Uh, thank you. Oh, I never got your name." You said.

"Alice. Yours?" She asked, still smiling.

"Y/N."

"Well, Y/N, looks like you'll be sitting next to my brother, Edward, in there." She waved, and skipped away.

I walked inside the class, towards the boy, and sat down. He looked away, took a deep breath, then turned back to me.

"Hi, um, I'm Y/N. You're Edward, right?" I asked.

"Yes. I-I am." He seemed like he was in pain or something.

Weird.

Jacob Black:

I had lived in the outermost part of Forks for as long as I have lived. (Sounds like a wedding vow)

We were right next to the border of La Push. Therefore, I go to the school in the reservation.

(I have absolutely NO clue what the school is like there, so I'm making it up)

But, I didn't really talk to anyone. I had a few friends from down in the more central part of Forks, Bella Swan was one of them. She recently moved here full time. I hadn't seen her since I was little.

There was this one kid named Jacob who I had met a couple of times, mostly when he played with Bella snd I while our parents went fishing or whatever.

But, since Bella was going to school in Forks, I decided I would try and re-connect with this Jacob, to see if I could hang out with him.

So, I asked around one day at school for what classes he was in, and found out that he was in one of my classes. How did I never notice? Oh, just me and my oblivious self. (Sorry, if you're like- not oblivious?)

Well, I found him one day.

"Jacob, right?" I asked him.

"Oh, yes, oh, oh! Y/N! Hi!" He seemed to be a very nice boy.

"Yes, it's me. Um, I haven't talked to you in years, I'm surprised you remember my name." I explained.

"I'm surprised you remembered mine." He laughed.

"So, uh, I"m kind of wondering if you want to like, hang out or something. Anywhere works. I just need some company." (Bella who?)

"Sire! You could come by my house today after school and we can catch up. Do you like cars?" He asked.

"Depends." I laughed in response.

"Well, you can come help me too. I like to re-build them."

"Sounds like a plan."

Emmett Cullen:

(for this one you are a vampire already, and yes I basically stole Rosalie's life. Also, if I get facts wrong, don't come for me, just tell me *kindly* and I will fix it)

I became a vampire in 1920. Two years after my brother Edward, and one year before my mother Esme.

I'd been a vampire for 15 years already. How time flies

One day I was running through the forest when I heard screams coming from a small patch. I sprinted towards the place, and saw a boy, probably 20, getting attacked by a bear. I shoved the bear off of him instantly, and bit into it, getting it's blood.

I remembered that the boy was watching, and was probably shaken up, not to mention, he was most likely dying. I turned back towards him, wiping a small bit of blood off of my lip, and said,

"Hello, I'm Y/N Cullen."

"E-Emmet. How did you do that?" He asked, very weakly.

"I have my ways. What hurts?" I asked.

"Everything." Of course-

"I'll be right back. Don't move." Not that he really could. I sprinted back to my house. I opened the door, and Carlisle, Esme, and Edward turned towards me.

"Y/N? What is it?" Carlisle asked.

"There's a boy, Emmett. He got attacked by a bear. He's very weak. You need to turn him Carlisle."

They all sprinted into the woods, and I led them towards where Emmett lay. He was still there, but weaker.

Jasper Hale:

(you're a vampire)

Jasper became a vampire in 1863. (I think)

He was telling me his story.

I had recently been turned into a vampire by Carlisle, after he rescued me, and I hadn't really met the rest of the family yet. (You can make up why you had to become a vampire)

When Jasper had finished the story, I said, "Wow."

"That's all I could get out. His story was just, wow....

I forgot, Edward could read my mind. I only remembered when he chuckled after I thought that.

I gave him an internal glare.

Bella was sitting in the corner, with him.

"So, Y/N, tell us your full story." Jasper smiled.

(Sorry, his is kind of short..)

Carlisle Cullen:

It was my first day working at the Forks Hospital and I needed some directions.

I walked up to mid-height man, with blonde hair, and very pale skin.

"Hello, sir?" I asked him, and he spun around.

"Yes, Ms. Y/L/N?" He asked.

"H-how do you know my last name?" I asked in response.

"I heard someone talking about you coming, and you're the only new face around here. We don't get them often." He smiled, and my heart fluttered. Good thing he wasn't like a super-hearer or anything. {;)}

"Well, uhm, I was just wondering where the surgical ward is?" He pointed towards the left, and I smiled slightly, walking away, and quietly looking back at him after I was sure he couldn't see me.

Alice Cullen:

(You had already seen Alice before, but never interacted with her much, like most of the students)

I was walking around in the forest, when I heard footsteps.

"Hello?" I called out.

"Y/N!" A girl replied, I noticed it was Alice Cullen.

"Oh, hello, Alice." I was a bit confused to how she knew my name, but to be honest, I knew her's too and that's a bit strange. But, everyone does talk about the Cullens.

"What are you doing out here in the forest?" She asked me. I didn't have a valid answer. I could say "Just felt like taking a stroll..." or "Oh, I'm working on my steps." but, none of those were true, I really didn't know what I was doing here.

"Uhm, working on my steps, and taking a stroll....??" I questioned myself.

"Oookay then. Would you like to come with me? I can show you some of my favorite spots to relax." The way she said relax made me think she wasn't relaxing, and probably meant running around and exercising. Just what I needed.

"Sure, sounds great." I smiled.

Rosalie Hale:

Everyone that lives in Forks knows about the Cullens. Even the people in the reservation.

There's the three boys, the goofy one, the silent one, and the constipated one.

Then there's the two girls. Alice and Rosalie.

I've talked to Alice, we've said hi.

But in general, I know nothing about Rosalie.

All I know is she is incredibly smart, beautiful, and did I mention gorgeous?

I've never had the guts to talk to her. Maybe it's that I'm a wimp, or maybe it's that she is very intimidating. Probably a mixture of both.

But today, I got lucky, and didn't have to talk to her. She talked to me.

I had noticed her eyeing me a few times, and I never knew if she was looking down on me, in a bad way, or if she was interested in me. Both ways scared me.

Today, she came up to me.

I was sitting at the lunch table with Angela and Jessica, and the new kid, Bella.

"Y/N, can I talk to you really quick?" She asked.

"Uh, uh, yes, yes, sure." I stood up quickly, and while walking away with her, I turned towards Angela and Jess, and they smiled and winked.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" I asked.

"Well, I wanted to know... did you want to hang out sometime?"

"Like, a date...?"

"Uh, yeah. Like a date." She smiled and we both laughed.

"Sure." I smiled back.

Bella Swan:

Apparently, today Chief Swan's daughter is moving to the school.

I'm looking forward to it, I want to make more friends.

I was standing outside, waiting to see if I spotted her, when a big, orange-red truck pulled into the parking lot.

It must be her! I've never seen that truck before.

I ran up to it, when I saw people laughing at it. Whatever, I think it's cool.

She climbed out of her truck, and I probably startled her, standing there.

"Hi! I'm Y/N Y/L/N. You're Chief Swan's daughter, right?" I asked.

"Uh, yes. Bella Swan." She stuck out her hand, and I shook it.

"So, do you want to know anything, anything special?" I asked.

"Um, I'm not sure...." She said, tucking her hair behind her ear. (Ugh, a classic Bella move)

"No worries. Let me show you to your first class." I smiled, and took her hand, pulling her down the hallway.

Esme Cullen:

I was walking around town, alone. A kind of dangerous move, since there have been so many mysterious attacks lately.

I was looking through random stores, when I noticed Esme Platt, (we're just saying she isn't a Cullen because I guess they aren't married...????) Carlisle Cullen's old friend. (I don't even know how to write this...)

"Hi, Esme." I said.

"Oh, hello, Y/N." She smiled.

"How have you been?" I haven't seen her in a while. We've talked a few times.

"I've been good, how have you been?" She replied.

"I'm great. We really should catch up sometime." I said, trying to be subtle.

"Yes, we should. Do you want to go to lunch tomorrow?" She asked.

"Of course! Where do you want to go?"

"Don't worry about me. I won't eat much anyway."

******

So, yeah, that's it. I'm aware that these aren't perfection, bur they were fun to write so, yeah!

I will be posting a lot more now since I'm getting really into writing again ;)

Thank you all for reading, (not that a ton of people are going to read this lol)

And yeah, see you soon! :3

-Ada

[ming-yu-hao]

Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder | Chapter 3

Pairing: fratboy!mingyu x female reader

Word Count: 6k

Synopsis: When you transferred to a different university, you and Wonwoo promised that you would make long distance work. But distance proves to be more difficult than you both originally thought.

This Chapter’s Tags: angst, protected sex, finger sucking, grinding, light choking/spanking/dirty talk, mingyu just being an ass man, riding, cheating obviously

Warning: THIS SERIES IS ABOUT CHEATING. DO NOT READ IF IT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE!

A/N: Y’ALLLLL I’m sorry this took me forever to upload... I just got super busy but there won’t be as long as a wait for the next chapter! As always feedback is appreciated and I hope you guys like this :)

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Your knees quivered beneath you as you pulled the soft fabric of your leggings up your thighs and over your hips. You bent down to pick up your shirt that was still balled up on the floor, and when you stood again you could hear the bed rustle behind you as Mingyu shifted his weight.

Guilt didn't hit you until you slipped your shirt back over your head, fully dressing yourself once again.

What had you done?

Without looking at him, you spoke: "I think I should go now."

He was silent.

You stepped over to the door, your hand about to twist the knob when he finally called out to you.

"Y/N."

You looked at him. He was sitting up on his bed; his dark hair was a mess, hanging over his forehead. His lips were parted like he didn't know what to say.

"Um, don't forget your jacket. It's cold outside." He pointed to your jacket that was still discarded on the floor.

"Oh, thanks," you said with your voice wavering. You quickly picked up the jacket and headed for the door again.

"Text me when you get home, okay?" Mingyu rushed to say. The corners of his mouth quirked up into a thin, awkward smile and you nodded your head in response.

Why did he suddenly care? He used to just be some guy you sat next to in class. When did he want to become your friend? When did he start to become protective over you? Was this all really just because of his half-drunken encounter with you at that party? Did the moment you two shared that night cause him to feel some kind of attachment to you? Thinking about it all made your head spin. Nothing made sense to you anymore.

You turned the knob and cracked open the door when Mingyu spoke again.

"Um, also... you know, if you ever need anything... I'm here for you." His voice shook a bit.

You exhaled. "Thank you."

You slipped out of his room before he could say anything else and stepped down the stairs quietly, attempting to dart out the front door before anyone could see you. There was a small group of people hanging out in the living room like Mingyu had said, their laughter and conversations loud and echoing through the house.

When you reached the bottom of the stairs, you kept your gaze down at your feet while you scanned the floor for your shoes.

"Y/N?" You heard a voice call from behind you.

You huffed out a quiet breath in frustration before turning around with an overly sweet smile on your face. Your eyes landed on Seungcheol.

"Oh, hey! It's weird not seeing Jisoo following you around." You joked.

Seungcheol smiled sheepishly. "Yeah..." He trailed off, looking down at the ground.

"Are you guys dating?" You probed with a raised eyebrow.

"I wanted to talk to you about that, actually." He admitted, making eye contact with you. Curiosity plagued you, and you stared at him expectantly as you waited for him to speak. "I wanna do something special for her when I ask her out... just cause, I don't know, I really like her." He stammered nervously, lowering his voice so no one could eavesdrop.

You gave him a genuine smile. You were happy that Jisoo had found someone that truly liked her. Ever since the beginning of the semester, she had been cycling through an array of terrible guys that used and ghosted her. Seungcheol seemed like a genuinely good person; you trusted him to take care of her.

You brought your hand to your chin as you pondered for a moment. "Well, if I'm being honest, she's, like, a huge hopeless romantic. Loves cheesy romance movies and stuff." You started, "If you took her out to a nice dinner and walked around some really pretty, romantic place after, that'd be her dream come true."

Seungcheol nodded, his eyes glazed over in deep thought as he acknowledged your advice. "Yeah, that sounds like her." He smiled. "Thanks."

You nodded. "So... how did the raffle go?"

"It went really good, actually." He responded, shoving his hands in his pockets. "The money's going to a child psychology organization. I've been doing research with them for a few months now."

Your eyes lit up in interest at his story. "That's really cool. Have you discovered any groundbreaking research yet?" You half-joked.

He chuckled, "I guess a little bit."

A lightbulb suddenly went off in your brain. "Hey, do you think I could interview you about all this research stuff you've done? I need to write an article for class."

Seungcheol shrugged. "Sure."

You spent the next few minutes probing him about how he got involved in the program, what he had been researching, his motivation to study child psychology—all while taking down notes on your phone. He explained to you how he had struggled with anxiety his whole life and wanted to find a way to help others. In the back of your mind, this was all affirming why he was such a good match for Jisoo. He was caring, passionate, charitable. Your heart warmed at the thought of Jisoo finally settling down with someone who was actually a good person.

Your interview came to an end and you thanked Seungcheol for helping you out. He nodded before glancing down at the jacket you were carrying in your arms.

"Were you planning on leaving?" He asked.

"Yeah, I need to go work on homework and stuff." You answered.

He attempted to suppress his smirk by biting his lip. "You and Mingyu didn't get much work done together?" He raised his eyebrows at you.

You felt your heart drop into your stomach. "What?"

"Relax, I'm just kidding." Seungcheol laughed. "He just seemed comfortable with you earlier, you know?"

The tension in your stomach loosened a little as you realized that he didn't actually know what happened between you two. This is exactly what Mingyu was worried about earlier. So it was true that Seungcheol liked to play matchmaker and get involved in everyone else's relationships.

"There's nothing going on between you guys?" Seungcheol questioned after you didn't respond.

You felt your cheeks grow hot with irritation. "No. I have a boyfriend." You said curtly.

Seungcheol's mouth formed an O-shape at the sudden coldness in your tone. "I-I'm sorry, I was just kidding." He quickly apologized.

"It's okay." You sighed. You glanced around for your shoes, avoiding his regretful gaze.

"Well, I really have to get going. Thanks for helping me out." You said as you slipped on your shoes.

He smiled apologetically and walked you over to the door. "See you, Y/N!" He called behind you as you stepped out into the cold.

You buried yourself in work for the next two days. You figured it was easier to just get lost in the flow of doing assignment after assignment rather than to think about what happened.

But no matter what you did, your mind still wandered back to that moment—when your lips finally met Mingyu's, and his body pressed against yours.

The worst part was that you didn't even try to stop him: you had agreed to it, and God, you even thanked him for it! You weren't even sure if you could regret what happened. You hated yourself for betraying Wonwoo's trust, but at the same time you craved attention and affection. Mingyu just happened to be the one that fulfilled your wishes after all this time.

You would never tell Mingyu that, of course. Honestly, you were unsure if you could even face him about it. He could tell that you felt guilty afterwards. If you just finished this stupid project and avoided him for the rest of the semester, he would probably get the hint and leave you alone.

It was Saturday evening when you typed the last words of your article on Seungcheol and his research. You hadn't talked to Mingyu since you left his room on Thursday night, but you needed him to complete his share of the work. Sighing, you picked up your phone and pulled up your messages with him. You quickly explained what kind of pictures he needed to take and told him to send them to you (so you could avoid seeing him anymore than you needed to).

You clicked out of your conversation, and that's when your eyes landed on the messages that were still unread by Wonwoo. You wanted to ask him what he was doing, but after three days with no response, it felt pathetic to even attempt to strike up a conversation now.

The sound of the door knob jiggling startled you before Jisoo busted into the room a moment later.

"Y/N!" She cheered in a sing-song voice. "We have another party to go to tonight!"

You already knew exactly where this party was going to be, and you felt your stomach drop at the thought of running into Mingyu.

You shook your head. "No way, Jisoo. I'm way too busy." You lied.

She pouted her lips at you. "Really? You've been working nonstop. How're you still not done?"

You shrugged and let out an exaggerated sigh.

"Well, you can take a break for a few hours. I promise I won't leave you this time. You can hangout with me and Cheol." She begged, looking at you with wide, saddened eyes.

Your phone vibrated between your hands, and when you glanced down you saw Mingyu's name on the screen.

Mingyu: I'm actually gonna be out studying and working on some stuff with a friend tonight. I promise I'll get the pics for you tomorrow :) Sent at 7:37 PM

You thought it was a little weird for a guy like Mingyu to be studying on a Saturday night, but when you realized that he wouldn't be at the party, relief flooded over you.

You looked up at Jisoo and saw her still expectantly staring at you, waiting for your response.

"I- I guess I could go for a bit."

"YES!" Seungkwan shrieked as he successfully landed another ball in one of Jisoo's cups. He turned to you and wildly smacked your palm in a high five, nearly hitting you in the face. Your stomach was starting to hurt from laughing for the past ten minutes over the intense match of beer pong in front of you.

The crowd around the table reacted loudly, some cheering and some booing as Jisoo downed another cup of alcohol. She shivered at the taste and Seungcheol came up from behind to pat her on the back. His lips moved as he said something to her, but with music blasting through the house so loud, you couldn't make out a single word.

Your phone vibrated in your back pocket. Without much thought, you pulled it out and quickly glanced at the screen.

Your heart sank into your stomach as you realized: Wonwoo was calling.

"Fuck," you muttered under your breath. You had completely forgotten that Saturday's were now reserved for your FaceTime dates.

You looked up at everyone with wide eyes, but they were too immersed in the game to notice your reaction. You pushed your way through the crowd and slipped into the bathroom before Jisoo or anyone else could come looking for you.

By the time you reached the bathroom and locked the door, the FaceTime call had already stopped ringing. Leaning against the door, you scrolled through your contacts and called back, but only as a phone call.

Wonwoo answered after two rings.

"Hey, everything alright?" He asked.

You swallowed. "Uh... yeah."

"Why didn't you FaceTime?" He continued. You hesitated, but then he spoke before you could say anything. "Why is it so loud? Where are you?"

You cursed yourself for not running away to a room that was farther away from all the music and noise outside the door. Fidgeting with your fingers, you answered: "A party."

"Oookay," he scoffed. "You could've at least let me know if you were gonna go out. But it's fine. Have fun, I guess." He responded coldly.

Your brows furrowed together instinctively. Now it was your turn to scoff at him. "You're not serious, are you?" The skin of your face grew warmer. Wonwoo was quiet. "I forgot. Sorry." You admitted through grit teeth.

"Why're you so mad?" He questioned in a defensive tone.

You rolled your eyes. "This is the first time I've ever cancelled on you and it was an accident. Do I need to remind you of all the times you ditched me?"

Wonwoo didn't respond.

"And what the fuck have you been doing the past three days that you couldn't respond to me?" You spat. Blood was rushing through your veins quickly now as anger took over.

He sighed through the receiver. "I was busy."

"Does it really take that much time to send a text to your fucking girlfriend?" Your voice began to rise. "How do you expect this to work if you don't even talk to me?"

"I'm sor-" He began to speak, but you interrupted him.

"You know, sometimes it feels like I'm dating nobody!" You cried. "Do you even realize how lonely I feel?" Your voice shook with each word as your throat grew tighter; tears welled up in your eyes. You didn't want to cry, but all the frustration you had bottled up the past couple months was finally spilling over.

In a calm voice, all Wonwoo said was: "I'm trying."

"Not hard enough." You scoffed.

"What the fuck, Y/N? Where is this coming from?" He cried. The sudden rise in his voice startled you a bit.

The phone shook in your grasp. "You act like I don't even exist! How can you call that trying?"

"Fuck, I'm not dealing with this right now. Go back to your stupid fucking party." He snapped.

"Yeah, just go and ignore me again!" You laughed sardonically.

The three tones of the call ending sounded abruptly. You looked down at your phone in shock. He had hung up on you.

Your hands balled into fists as you threw your head back against the door. Your jaw was tense, but your bottom lip still quivered.

He had done it again. It seemed it was becoming easy for him at this point—abandoning you when you needed him.

This wasn't going to last much longer if the two of you couldn't figure this out.

When you pressed your lips into a thin line, tears slipped down, staining the bags under your eyes with makeup.

Was he giving up on you?

Your head began to pound. You couldn't stand being in this hot bathroom any longer, much less this party in general. You wiped your cheeks with the back of your hand and turned to unlock the door.

As you took a step out of the bathroom, you kept your gaze locked on your feet; you didn't want anyone to notice the state you were currently in.

Not even a moment after opening the door, you collided with a tall, warm body.

"Sorry," you mumbled, pushing past.

"Y/N?" A familiar voice called. Strong hands grasped your forearm, and you glanced up at the figure.

Mingyu.

What force was bringing you back to him once again?

His lips parted in a small gasp as he noticed the redness in your tearful eyes. "Hey, what's wrong? Come here."

Before you could protest, he guided you back into the bathroom, closing and locking the door so no one could bother you two.

You kept your eyes down at the ground, unable to look at him. As he approached you, the heat of his skin radiated against you.

"I thought you were out studying." You spoke, breaking the silence.

Mingyu's hands found your jaw. He ran the smooth skin of his thumbs over your cheeks, wiping the tears that remained. "I finished early," he explained.

"Look at me," Mingyu whispered. You swallowed and blinked before meeting his eyes.

You didn't notice the thin, black-rimmed glasses that were resting on his nose before. His dark hair was pushed back, and his tan skin glowed under the bathroom light. You hated how instinctively drawn you felt to his presence.

You started to think that Kim Mingyu might be the Devil, disguised in the form of a beautiful boy that always knew the right words to say. He was here to tempt you, to swindle you at your most vulnerable moments, to test your fidelity. And you were weak enough to cave in.

"Is it your boyfriend?" He asked.

The gaze he held on you was so intense that you found yourself staring at the frames of his glasses instead of his eyes. You nodded silently in response to his question.

"Talk to me. What happened?" Mingyu cooed as he stroked your cheeks with his thumbs.

"I-" You started, but let out a sigh instead. "We just fought. I don't know. I don't wanna talk about it." You rambled.

"Okay," he nodded. "Sorry if I pushed it." He removed his hands from your face. The skin suddenly felt cold without his touch.

He sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets. "We can talk about something else."

You stood still, nodding, but couldn't think of anything to say.

"You know," Mingyu started, "You look really pretty. Even when you're crying." Your skin flushed at the compliment.

Rolling your eyes playfully, you wiped the last remnants of makeup off your cheeks. "Is that your go-to line for every girl?" You joked.

"No," he replied. "Just cause I'm in a frat doesn't mean I'm a douche."

You snickered under your breath. "Yeah, but there's gotta be so many girls that hit on you."

"There's some," he shrugged. "Doesn't mean I flirt back."

Your legs were beginning to grow tired from standing, so you walked over to the counter and sat on the edge. You gripped the ledge to keep your balance, swinging your legs back and forth.

Mingyu stood in his same spot, but turned in your direction. He quirked his eyebrows at you. "Are you suggesting that I'm attractive enough to have hundreds of girls swooning over me?" He shot you a teasing grin.

You chuckled and shook your head. "You wish."

Mingyu's jaw dropped in a fake expression of shock as he came closer to you, but he stood to the side to stare at himself in the mirror. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"Since when do you wear glasses?" You inquired.

"Since forever." He replied.

Mingyu placed his hands on the edge of the counter, pushing his weight onto them. The muscles in his arms were prominent through his black shirt. Your eyes dragged across his figure, eventually landing on his face again.

"I like them. They look good." You said.

He glanced at you, his eyes laced with hints of suspicion. "Thanks," he said with his voice a little uneven. He cleared his throat and stood up straight. "Did I help get your mind off him a bit?"

You winced at the mention of Wonwoo, but nodded. "Yeah, you did. Thank you." You exhaled.

Mingyu smiled to himself and his eyes met yours once again. "Good. I feel like it's the least I can do to help."

As you stared at him, you admired his features—his soft, clear complexion and plump lips. You suddenly became aware of how close he was to you; his hand was resting only a few inches away from your thigh. Your mind thought back to how it felt when those hands caressed the bare skin of your body. Impulsively, your thighs pressed together at the revisitation of the memory.

The room felt like it had instantly shot up ten degrees, and the heat left your judgement clouded like a foggy mirror. If Mingyu really was the Devil, his plan was working.

You leaned towards him until your face was only a few inches from his. Your breath caught in your throat as you went to speak.

"I really wanna kiss you right now." You admitted quickly, your eyes focused on his lips.

Mingyu backed away. "Are you drunk?" He asked. His eyes were wide with concern as he scanned you.

You remained where you were, embarrassment creeping up on you as you rapidly shook your head. "I haven't drank anything."

Mingyu chewed on his bottom lip. "I- I don't think it's a good idea. After last time..." he trailed off, glancing up to peek at your reaction. "I don't want you to do something you'll regret again."

"I don't regret it." You blurted before you could stop yourself.

You weren't sure what you were doing or where you wanted to go with this, but you couldn't stop. A feeling of lust had possessed you at this point, controlling your every word and action.

Mingyu looked taken aback at your confession, standing up straighter. His lips were parted in uncertainty, but you watched as his eyes flicked down to look at your lips.

"You don't?" He asked, inching closer to you.

Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest now. You quickly shook your head. "No."

His right hand found a place to rest under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him as his face neared yours. He swiped his thumb over your bottom lip.

"Are you sure?" He whispered.

Desire had overcome you so strongly at this point that you couldn't bring yourself to answer him through words. Instead, you crashed your lips onto his.

Mingyu responded eagerly, his kisses fueled with the same amount of force. Your hands quickly found purchase on the nape of his neck, pulling his body closer to yours. Right as you spread your legs to allow him to stand in between them, Mingyu's tongue darted against your lips, slipping into your mouth when you parted your lips for him.

He placed his left hand on your inner thigh, roughly squeezing the flesh between his fingers as he deepened the kiss. You moaned into his mouth, and he dragged his other hand down to the small of your back to pull you closer to him.

Now your core was pressed against his. Mingyu removed his lips from yours, only to place open-mouthed kisses on the area below your ear. You jerked your hips up as he nibbled lightly on the skin, the friction between your thighs growing.

Your jaw hung open as your arousal increased with each moment; your breathing became heavy while you panted into his ear. He sucked on your collarbone, and a chill shot it's way up your spine. You whimpered loudly and you could feel Mingyu smirk against your skin.

"You sound so pretty," he mumbled, his lips brushing against your skin as he spoke. He lifted his head, his tongue poking out of his cheek while he observed you. Your head was thrown back, eyes half shut, and you were ever so slightly grinding your hips against his for the smallest bit of relief.

Mingyu brought his fingers up to your lips, tapping on the soft skin to catch your attention. "Suck," he said, watching as you obediently parted your lips for him. He shoved two of his fingers into your mouth and pressed them down against your tongue. You could feel wetness building up between your legs. Even though it wasn't anything extreme, Wonwoo never did stuff like this with you in bed. You had to admit, all the new things that Mingyu was introducing to you excited you.

You hummed against him as he stuffed your mouth, almost gagging when his fingers neared the back of your throat. You swirled your tongue around his digits before he quickly pulled them away. You opened your eyes, staring at him in confusion, but his hungry gaze was already locked in on your core. He fumbled with the button of your jeans, and you felt your arousal suddenly spike at the thought of his fingers inside you.

You helped him shuffle your jeans over your ass and down to your knees. He bit his lip as he stared at your clothed heat, his cock stiffening beneath his own jeans, and pressed his dampened fingers to your clit through the fabric of your underwear.

You gasped quietly at the contact, but it wasn't enough. "Mmh, Mingyu," you whined. "Please."

"So needy," he teased with a smirk on his lips. He slipped his fingers beneath the fabric, pressing into your slick folds. His breathing grew heavier. "How're you so wet? I barely even touched you." He breathed against your cheek before he pressed a soft kiss to it. You blushed at his teasing words.

Mingyu rubbed your clit in slow circles, spreading your arousal around your folds. He pressed his lips to yours again, swallowing the moans you were letting out. He dragged his fingers down your heat, teasing your entrance by avoiding it. You clenched around nothing.

"Mingyu, I need you," you muttered against his lips.

"My fingers?" He questioned teasingly, pushing the tips of his digits into your core.

Desire was eating away at you, clouding your thoughts and replacing them with lust-filled ones. You bucked your hips up into his hand, whimpering beneath him.

"No, I want... you." You panted, looking up at him. Embarrassment picked away at you due to your vague request. His eyes appeared even darker than usual as he stared down at you with lust, registering what you were asking for.

Just as he was about to speak, the door knob shook, followed by loud pounding on the door. You jumped, and Mingyu quickly pulled his fingers away from your heat, leaving you with nothing.

"Open up!" A voice called from outside the door. "I have to piss!"

Oh, how wonderful.

You looked to Mingyu with wide eyes, and he motioned for you to stand up. "Pull your pants up!" He shouted at you in a whisper as he wiped his hands on his jeans. He stepped away from the counter, pressing his lips together in frustration as he realized the tent in his pants was painfully obvious.

You pushed yourself off the counter, standing up with shaky legs as you quickly pulled your pants over your hips and re-buttoned them.

The door knob jiggled again. "I'm literally gonna piss myself if you don't open this door in five seconds!" The same voice cried.

"What do we do?" You whispered to Mingyu.

He sighed. "Get out of here as fast as possible and go to my room." Your stomach flipped at the mention of his bedroom; you were really about to go through with this. He reached his hand out for you to grab, and you took hold of it as he led you both to the door.

Mingyu fumbled with the lock, and the door busted open a moment later, revealing a very drunken boy on the other side. He looked both of you up and down. You ducked down slightly, attempting to hide your face behind Mingyu's broad shoulders.

"Fuck, Mingyu? Really? The bathroom?" The boy said with disgust.

Mingyu rolled his eyes, his hand squeezing yours tighter. "Fuck off, Soonyoung." He replied before rushing out of the bathroom with you following close behind.

You couldn't help giggling at Mingyu's comment. He glanced over his shoulder when he noticed you laughing, a smile finding its way to his own lips as he chuckled at you. "Was I too harsh?" He joked.

Mingyu dragged you through the house quickly, and when you reached the bottom of the stairs, he pushed you in front of him to lead the way. You rushed up the steps, and when you neared the top, a sudden smack was delivered to your butt.

You let out a cry, followed by laughter of disbelief. "Mingyu!" You exclaimed with your jaw dropped once you reached the top of the stairs.

Mingyu stood behind you, his hands gripping your waist. He giggled into your ear. "I'm sorry, your ass is so cute." He placed a soft peck to your cheek.

"Let's go," he whispered, his voice suddenly an octave lower. Your stomach twisted, and Mingyu began leading you towards his room with his hands still on your hips.

He let go of you to twist the knob and push the door open, but as soon as you stepped foot into his room, his hands found your waist again and hurriedly pushed you further past the door. He kicked the door closed behind him, pushing you up against the wood. His lips quickly found yours, kissing you with even more intensity than before.

You could barely catch your breath as Mingyu gave you more rough kisses. He was being taken over by lust; he pressed himself against you, allowing you to feel the hardness in his pants. You ran one hand from his shoulder down his chest and stomach, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt tensing at your touch. Finally you palmed him through his jeans and he groaned against your mouth.

"Fuck, you're driving me crazy." He whispered before placing one more messy kiss to your lips. He pulled away to slip his fingers under the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head quickly and tossing it to the floor. His lips found your neck again, and you moaned as his tongue darted out to lick your sensitive spot. His hands were on your ass, pulling you closer to him and squeezing the soft skin.

Your head rolled back. "Shit, Mingyu," you moaned. "I need you now."

Mingyu pulled away to look down at you with a grin on his face. "Yeah?" He raised his eyebrow. He spanked your ass lightly, causing you to whimper and lean into him. "Go to the bed." He demanded, stepping away from you.

You walked to the bed, trying to swing your hips to hide the nervous wobble in your knees. You felt Mingyu come up behind you, his body pressing against yours. His stiff cock was brushing against your thigh. You turned around, sitting on the edge of the bed as you looked up at him.

"When are you gonna take this off?" You questioned while toying with the fabric of his shirt.

He chewed on his lip as he smirked at you. Without a word, he pulled it over his head, exposing his muscular arms and toned chest. Your eyes dragged hungrily over his torso, drinking in the sight of the outline of his abs.

"Better?" He teased, interrupting your admiring of his body. You looked up at his face. His glasses still rested on his nose, but his hair was slightly disheveled and his lips were now pink and swollen from kissing yours. You were breathless. He was beautiful, and you wanted him so badly.

You perked up from the position you were sitting in, a surge of confidence driven by desire guiding you. "Lie down," you commanded. Mingyu looked taken aback for a moment as he processed your sudden dominance, but he just chuckled and laid down without protest.

Once his back was against the mattress and he was splayed out beneath you, you crawled up towards him, straddling his hips. You dragged your hands down his chest, admiring the softness and warmth of his skin while you began to grind against him.

Mingyu threw his head back as he moaned softly, and you felt yourself clench at the sound. You leaned down, pressing your chest to his as you left kisses on his neck. His hips bucked up into your center. The friction between your bodies was so intense it was driving you insane.

You felt his fingers drag across your spine, causing goosebumps to from across your skin. He fumbled with the clasp of your bra and pulled the straps down your arms. You sat up to fully pull it off and throw it somewhere in the room, and Mingyu quickly brought his hands to your breasts. He squeezed the sensitive buds, twisting your nipples between his fingers. You moaned and pressed your hips into his even harder.

"Ride me," Mingyu mumbled into your ear. Unable to form any words, you nodded, reaching for the button of his jeans.

You lifted yourself off him to help him unzip his pants, and once he started pulling them off you kneeled to the side to discard your own jeans. Just as you began pulling your underwear down your thighs, Mingyu reached for the nightstand next to his bed, shuffling around in the drawer and eventually pulling out a condom.

He pulled his cock out of his boxers, and it stood stiffly against his stomach. He quickly ripped open the package, sliding the latex over his shaft. You straddled his thighs again, about to sink yourself onto him when he quickly grabbed your hips.

"No, no." He said. "Turn around."

You looked at him in confusion. "But-"

"Just trust me," he added, pressing a soft kiss to your chest.

You turned around so your back was facing him, still straddling his thighs. He kept one hand on your waist as the other reached for his cock. He guided the stiff head through your folds, wetting his cock with your arousal. When the tip brushed against your clit you whimpered as you clenched around nothing again.

"Please, Mingyu," you whined.

He dragged the head down to your entrance, finally pushing into you. Both of his hands rested on your hips now as he slowly sunk you down onto him.

You moaned at the slight burning sensation the stretch left behind. It had already been months since a dick was last inside you, and with Mingyu's size it was even more intense.

You aided by lowering yourself onto his cock, and once he bottomed out inside you he stayed still to let you adjust. His dick twitched inside you, and you clenched around him in response.

"You're so fucking tight," he moaned into your ear. He began nibbling and sucking at the skin between your neck and shoulder from behind you, and you whined in response.

You lifted yourself off him slowly, basking in the feeling of his cock rubbing against your walls. You sunk down fully onto him before raising your hips again, finally beginning to ride him.

Mingyu allowed you to work yourself against his length while he brought one hand to your breast again. You moaned loudly as he squeezed the flesh between his fingers and bucked his hips up into you.

"Mmmh, shit, you feel so good," you babbled before crying loudly again. Mingyu quickly brought his other hand up to your throat, lightly choking you.

"Shhh, baby." He whispered against your skin. "You can't be so loud." His words were followed by another soft slap to your ass, making you whine quietly.

He let go of your throat, bringing both of his hands to your waist once again to speed up your pace. He angled his hips so he could thrust up into you at the same time, and the angle caused him to hit your sensitive spot every time. You panted loudly as the pressure in your lower stomach grew, and you ground yourself against his cock, clenching around him.

"Shit." Mingyu choked out breathlessly. "Tight little pussy's taking me so well."

Maybe it was the filthy words that left his mouth, or the way Mingyu took hold of your hips to slow your pace and thrust into you especially hard, but you felt yourself tip over the edge, your mind cloudy as pleasure overtook you. You couldn't even tell if you were crying out loudly, but you assumed so by the way Mingyu suddenly pulled himself out of you and pushed you forward until your face was pressed into the mattress and he was kneeled behind you.

He thrusted into you roughly now, trying to reach his own high. Your eyes were rolling back into your head as your core tingled with oversensitivity, and you could feel yourself drooling onto the sheets.

He came with a particularly rough grunt, pausing his movements as his cum emptied into the condom inside you. He moaned breathlessly and he slowly pumped himself in and out of you to milk his orgasm. Finally, he pulled himself completely out, and his hand ran across your spine.

"You okay?" He asked, and you lifted yourself onto your hands and knees, nodding. Mingyu looked down at your legs, his lips dropping in a slight gasp. "Your thighs are shaking." He noted out loud.

Your face burnt with embarrassment as you kneeled back onto your knees. When you finally turned to look at Mingyu, he was tossing the condom into the trash. His hair was now pressed to his forehead with sweat and his cheeks were tinted a shade of pink. When his eyes met yours, his lips quirked up into a smile.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to get rough with you." He apologized. He sheepishly scratched the back of his neck.

You shook your head. "N-no, it's okay," you croaked out, finally able to formulate words now that all the post-orgasm bliss was fading away.

You didn't know why, but you felt like you had to be near him. You crawled up towards him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. It felt natural. Comfortable. It reminded you of how you felt with Wonwoo. And despite how much you enjoyed feeling Mingyu's soft lips against yours, that thought terrified you.

"Do you regret this?" He mumbled against your lips.

It scared you—the way you were able to betray Wonwoo so easily. Here you were, in bed with another boy: one that you shared inside jokes with and stole kisses from and ran to for comfort. All that you had built with Wonwoo over the past two years—were some miles apart really enough to tear everything down?

You answered honestly.

"No."

[thatdeaniegirlsworld]

Toxicity Chapter One

Jo's P.O.V

The loud piercing screams of the voices that surrounded me were enough to give me a headache for the rest of the night. I stood in the back corner while watching the two average fighters in the ring. The first man was about 5'6, and had super upper body strength, but if he were to get knocked off his feet he would be done with how weak his legs were. His opponent was the opposite, great foot work, but his arms were getting tired from holding them up to block the other man's strikes.

I'm no stranger to the ring. I am, however, new to underground fighting. I knew it was illegal, but I was intrigued to find out more. I left Texas, my home state to try and start over completely. I was tired of never getting anywhere in life with the same dead end job. It was that typical 8 to 5 where you dreaded it every single day, and even felt depressed.

I loved to write, but no one ever gave any attention to my writing, but I was hoping moving here to Las Vegas would change that. A change of scenery, and starting over, that's what I needed.

"Hey there pretty lady, I've never seen you around here before." Some guy who reeked of alcohol and cigarettes says as he walks up to me. I roll my eyes, and keep my attention on the fight. "Hey! I was talking to you!" He screams over the roar of the crowd.

"Not interested!" I yell back, and continue to watch as the man with the upper body strength continued to give blows to the man beneath him until his face was unrecognizable.

"I don't care if you're interested or not. You're a woman, and you are here to serve us men." He says, laughing. He grabs my wrist, pulling me to him when I move out of the way, and twist his arm behind his back, snapping his wrist in half, and kicking him to the ground. "You crazy bitch!"

"Is there a problem here?" One of the security guards asks as he walks up to us. The man gets up, holding his wrist.

"That bitch just broke my wrist!" He yells, and I roll my eyes at him. "She needs to be kicked out!"

"You mean here? At an illegal underground fight? Who are you going to call? The police?" I ask rhetorically, and I hear a laugh from behind me. I turn to see a man walk up with cargo pants on, no shirt, and a black leather jacket. "Let's not forget to mention that you were trying to sexually harass me, sweetheart."

"Chad, is this true?" The man in the leather jacket asks the man who's name is Chad apparently. He holds his broken wrist, and looks between the two of you.

"Women use that as an excuse for anything these days." Chad says rolling his eyes, and I take a step forward.

"I don't need an excuse to kick your ass. You better be lucky all you got was a broken wrist." I spit, and he looks like he wants to hit me. "Go on, hit me. I dare you. Better yet, why don't you meet me in that ring, and I'll show you what poor excuse YOU are of a man?"

"Jon, you just going to let her talk to me like that?" Chad asks, and Jon leans up against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Are you going to accept her challenge?" Jon asks him, and Chad looks at him like he's out of his mind.

"You want me to fight a girl?" Chad asks Jon who pushes himself off the wall, coming to stand face to face with Chad. Chad looks up at him with nervous eyes before glancing over at me again.

"No." Jon say, and Chad relaxes a bit. "But, I'm not the one who put his hands on a woman. I'm not the one who issued challenge, she did. Now, it's not nice to keep the young lady waiting. I believe she is awaiting an answer from you." Jon steps back, leaning against the wall again while grabbing a cigarette, lighting it. "Well?" Jon asks with an annoyed expression on his face.

"My wrist is broken, so no." Chad says, and I smirk at him. "Once it's healed though, I don't mind putting her in her place."

My eyebrows shoot up, and I go to step forward when Jon holds out his hand in front of me before hitting Chad across the face with his fist. "What kind of man actually accepts a challenge to hit a woman you pathetic piece of shit."

"Not a good night for you, Chad." I tease as he spits out blood, giving me a glare. Jon shakes the blood off his hand before taking another drag of his cigarette.

"Get him out of here. He's not welcome again." Jon says, and I watch as the security guard from early drags him outside. He turns to look at me, blowing out the smoke from his cigarette. "What's your name?"

"Jo." I tell him, and he nods, finishing off his cigarette. He drops it to the floor, putting it out with the heel of his boot.

"Did he hurt you at all?" Jon asks me, and I shake my head. "I'd love to chat, but my fight is up next. Stick around, and critique me?"

"Why would I critique you?" I ask him, and he smirks, looking down at me with his piercing blue eyes.

"Don't you want to learn from the best, Angel?" He asks, his face dangerously close to mine. "Or do you think you have it all figured out?"

"I never said that." I tell him, rolling my eyes. "I can break your wrist just as easy as I did his."

He laughs, stepping closer to me. "You can't break what's already broken. You can try your best, but you'll only scratch the surface."

"Who says I want to try?" I ask him, and he smirks at me again. His facial hair being hit by the light of the moon as we stand near a window in the back.

"Girls like you don't learn how to do that just because they wanted to. I'm going to figure you out, Jo." He says, his eyes staring so hard I swear he's looking at my soul. "Now, if you'll excuse me. I have to knock out my opponent in less than three minutes."

*** It had been about a week since I had come across the illegal fighting gym, and if I had to be honest, I was intrigued.

Although my fighting days were over, I wouldn't mind just stopping in every week just to watch.

"Jo?" I hear my name and snap my head up. It was the security guard from the other night. "We met the other night. You broke that guy's wrist?"

"Right. I never actually got your name." I tell him, and he sits down across from me.

"Seth." He says, and shakes my hand. "You've been making quite the buzz."

"I have?" I question, and Seth nods.

"Oh yeah, everyone is talking about the badass girl who broke a guy's wrist her first night in Vegas."

"Not much goes on around here, does it?" I ask, laughing lightly.

"You could say that." He says, and stands up. "There's another fight tomorrow night if you're interested. Boss said he wanted you there, and, well, you don't want to get on his bad side."

"Who's this boss? Will I meet him?" I ask him, and he gives me a look. "What?"

"Jon is the boss. You've already met him." He says before waving, and walking out of the Cafe.

*** "Name please?" The body guard asks me.

"Jo." I tell him, and he scans his list with his pen.

"Sorry, you're not on the list." He says, and I scoff at him. "Sorry ma'am."

"The boss himself requested that I be here." I tell him, raising an eyebrow when I catch Seth. "Seth!" He waves at me, and walks over. "Will you please tell your bouncer here that I was requested by Jon."

"Oh yeah, she's with us, Roman." Seth tells him, and he gives me questioning look before allowing me though. "I'll make sure to get your name on the list next time."

"Good." I tell him, and he drags me all the way to a pit area above the ring. "What am I doing up here?"

"Jon's request. He wants to talk to you after the show. There's snacks and drinks in case you get hungry." Seth says, taking a water bottle.

"Can I ask you a question?" I ask him, and he nods. "If Jon is the boss, then why does he still fight?"

"You can take the man out of the fight, but you can't take the fight out of the man." He says before leaving me alone.

I hear the crowd scream and notice that Jon was now making his way down the ring. He had his signature black cargo pants with his black leather jacket, except now, it had the letters M.O.X down the middle. I'm guessing that's his nickname?

I watch his technique, and he definitely got a thrill out of doing this. Every punch had him smiling, even when he was hit and his mouth began to bleed. That didn't stop him though. In fact, it made him go harder at the fight.

He looks up towards me momentarily, a smirk on his face, blood trickling down his chin, and neck. I felt a shiver run up my spine, and he turns around to knock out his opponent. Again he did it in under three minutes.

He knows he's good. You can see it all over his face. I wonder how much one gets from one of these matches?

I continue to watch the people downstairs before the door creaks open. "I'm glad you came." Jon says, walking further into the room.

"I was told you requested me, and to not make the boss man unhappy." I tell him, and I noticed he had been cleaned up somewhat. "Why do you still fight when you own the place?"

"Long story. Did you enjoy the fight?" He asks, and I nod my head. "You fight, don't you? There's no way a woman like yourself comes into this establishment who hasn't been around something like this. Because the other type of woman that comes in here are to fuck the fighters, and you don't strike me as that type."

"Why does it matter what type of woman I am?" I ask him, and he walks closer to me.

"Because, I can see it in your eyes. You may have stopped fighting, but I can see the need for it. I'm not sure what has brought you here, but if you would like to get back into the ring you love, call me." He says, handing me his card. "Even if it's just to work out some stress, my gym is open. Oh, and you've been added to the list. Roman is very cautious when it comes to the fighting business."

"Thanks." I tell him before gathering my stuff. "See you around, Jon."

He nods at me before pulling out his cigarette, lighting it. I watch him take a drag, and blow it out. "You want some?"

"I shouldn't." I tell him, and he pushes off the wall, walking over to me.

"Why?" He asks, and I smell the smoke on his breath.

"That's a conversation for another time." I tell him, and pull myself away from him to leave the building.

*** There was something off about Jon. I couldn't put my finger on it. He was different to say the least. Every time I tried to write something, it would be about him, and I have no idea why.

Maybe it was the way his blue eyes shines when the blood started to fall down his body, combined with the sweat.

Or maybe it was the cocky walk he did on the way to the ring. Or the way he held the cigarette up to his lips.

You'd be blind not to find the man attractive, but the last time I fell for the 'bad boy' it didn't end well. Hence why I moved fifteen hours away.

I pull out his card, and look down at the number before adding it to my phone. I did miss fighting, and I definitely needed the money.

What could be the harm?

*** I pull up to the gym, and lock my car before walking inside. It was bare inside. Just the ring and the workout equipment were all that was shown. It was weird not to see the people here.

"There's my little fighter." Jon says as he comes out of his office. "I'm glad you called."

"I guess you can take the girl out of the fight, but you can't take the fight out of the girl." I tell him, and he smirks at me.

"So, tell me, how long has it been?" He asks me, and I'm caught off guard.

"I'm sorry?" I question him, hoping he isn't asking what I think he's asking. Would hate to beat up my boss on my first day.

"Since you've fought. How long has it been?" He asks, and now I feel dumb thinking he was asking about sex. Wow, I need a cold shower.

"I was forced to stop month's ago." I tell him, and he looks over at me. "Long story."

"You're not hurt, or sick are you?" He asks, concern written all over his face. "Is that why you were forced?"

"No. I wish that was the reason though." I tell him, hoping that he would change the subject.

"What did you specialize in?" He asks me, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.

"I don't really know. I kind of did everything, but I was always quick on my feet, and knew how to dodge really well."

"Something tells me you're being modest." Jon says, laughing lightly. "You broke one of my customers wrists your first night here."

"That was different, he was trying to cop a feel." I say, rolling my eyes.

"Remind me never to never attempt that. Unless you ask of course." He says with a wink causing me to laugh lightly.

"Okay bossman, what am I doing first?" I ask him, and he starts walking to his office.

"You coming or what?" He yells over his shoulder, and I follow him to his office. As I look around, I see no pictures if a wife or family.

"No family pictures?" I ask him, and he shakes his head, looking down at the table.

"Don't have one. This is all I have." He says, and my heart sinks. "So, do you happen to have any tape or recordings of your fights?"

"No. No one really knew I did it." I tell him, and he nods.

"Do you have a job?" He asks me, and I shake my head. "Good. I want you to be up here every day for the next two weeks, training. Then, I'll give you an exhibition match. If you impress me, I'll give you a job."

"Wait really?" I ask him, and he nods. "Paid to fight?"

"If that's something you'd like, yes." He says, and I nod. This way I could afford somewhere other then a motel and crappy food, and focus on my writing. "Great, come by tomorrow. Be ready to fight."

"I always am." I tell him before exiting his office.

*** I dressed in black leggings, and a pink crop top with my back jacket thrown over. I pull my hair up into a bun and make my way over to the gym.

Jon wasn't there at first, and so I just began working out until I heard the door open, and close. I was in the middle of a pull up, and so I dropped my body down, and wiped the sweat that had already began to pool on my body.

"There she is, my little fighter girl. You ready to train?" He asks, and I nod.

"I'm training with you?" I ask him, and he nods.

"You want the best don't you?" He asks me, and I roll my eyes at him. "Come on, get in the ring."

I look around at the familiar structure. It's been a while since I've been in one of these. "Jo?" I hear Jon call my name.

"Sorry, what's up?" I ask him, and he walks up to me holding wrist tape. He takes each of my arms, and wraps it up before letting me loose. "Will I be fighting men or women?"

"Mainly women, every now and then a man may show up." He says, and I nod. "Now, hit me."

I throw a punch but he quickly grabs it, and reversed it, locking it behind my back. "Reflexes are my strong suit." He whispers in my ear before letting me go.

He goes to kick me, but I quickly move out of the way. We dodge each other until he literally has me pinned up against the ropes. "Dammit girl." He groans, and pushes off me. "I may have met my match with you."

"Don't feed my ego, Jon." I taunt, and he smirks at me. "Come on, let's keep this thing going."

*** "Jo, can I see you in my office, please?" Jon asks me, and I step away from the punching bag, looking around at the other fighters training before walking over to him.

"Yes, bossman?" I ask, and he beckons me over to a room next to his office. "What's this?"

"This is where you will get ready for your fight tomorrow night, and I got you something special." He says, before walking further into the room, and pulls out an outfit.

It was purple, and lime green. My two favorite colors. I can't believe he remembered that I told him. Then he pulls out a robe that says "little fighter girl" his nickname for me.

"What did I do to deserve this?" I ask him, and he hangs it up on the hook near the door.

"I see a lot of myself in you. You're a fighter, angel. Tomorrow night, show everyone else that I'm right."

"Thank you, Jon. You have no idea what those words mean to me." I tell him with tears in my eyes. "Sorry, I didn't mean to get all emotional."

"Come here." He tells me, and he pulls me in for a hug. "I'm betting on you, my little fighter girl."

"I won't let you down." I tell him, pulling away from him.

"I know you won't. Now, go get some rest. Need you ready for tomorrow." He says, and I nod before leaving the room.

*** "You're telling me you do this for fun?!" He yells in my face. "But yet you cry when I lay a hand on you. I told you it was an accident! I love you, why can't that be enough? Instead you parade around those filthy men in almost no clothing for money!"

"This isn't about you, Dylan! Why can't you fucking accept that?!"

He grabs me by my throat, and slams me up against the wall. "You are nothing but a pathetic little bitch. You are nothing with out me!" He let's me go, and I try to gasp for air. "Your mother was right, you don't deserve love. You deserve nothing."

I jolt awake and the memory, and see that it was just half past nine. Fuck. Why did I have to have that nightmare the night before my fight?

My chest begins to rise, and fall quickly. No fuck! Not now, please. Just breathe.

"Baby, I'm so sorry. You know I love you right? I just lost control." Dylan tells me, and wraps his arm around me. "Why don't we go out for dinner? Somewhere nice?"

"I'm tired." I tell him, and he looks at me with tears in his eyes. "Of all of it. I can't keep doing this."

"Baby, I'm sorry. Believe me!" He starts yelling. "I'm apologizing, and you don't want to listen to me!"

He takes my head, and slams it against the table. Pounding is all I feel, and my hearing was impaired. "Fuck, baby! Look what you made me do!"

"I thought I told you to get rest?" Jon's voice pulls me from another memory.

"Sorry, boss." I whisper and make my way to the room next to his office. I sit down, and he sits down across from me.

"What's wrong?" He asks me, and I shake my head. "Jo. Tell me."

"Just had a few nightmares last night, no big deal." I tell him, and he moves to kneel in front of me.

"Do you need to reschedule? You don't look good, angel." He whispers.

"No. Fighting is the only thing I do right. I told you I wasn't going to let you down, and I keep my promises." I tell him, and he looks up at me. "I'll be fine."

"Jo." He says warily, and I wave my  hand at him.

"Go. I need to get ready." I tell him, and he sighs before picking himself up off the floor.

"Good luck, fighter girl." He says, and it actually puts a smile on my face.

As I make my way out, I see Jon from in the pit looking down at me. He sends me a wink, and I await my opponent.

Imagine Dylan's face. Give him what he always did to you. So, that's exactly what I did. I delivered many uppercuts, and straight punches, and she was out cold in under a minute.

I look up at Jon who smirks at me. My hand being raised, and men looking like they want to have me for dinner.

I make my way to the back, and lean against the door, breathing in. Man that felt good.

"Can I come in, angel?" Jon's voice is on the other side of the door. I open the door, and he pulls me on for a hug. "Forty five fucking seconds. You're so bad ass!"

"Watch out, I don't think there's room for both our egos in here." I joke, and pull away from him.

"Well, I think it's safe to say that you have a job now." He says, and I breath out a sigh of relief.

"Thank god. Maybe I can get an actual apartment and decent food now." I say, laughing.

"Well, tonight dinner is on me. Have to take out my newest fighter! So, shower and get dressed. I'll be waiting for you fighter girl."

*** I was having about three fights a week starting out, and every single time, Jon was there to support me.

I was beginning to get the nickname "minute girl" by the fans, and I loved it.

"Hey minute girl, care for a drink?" I hear a voice ask, and I turn around to see them. My face pales, and I drop my drink. "Something wrong?"

"What are you doing here?" I ask him, and he gives me that devilish smile. The one I once fell in love with. "How did you find me?"

"You're popular, minute girl!" He yells, and I feel my skin crawl. I look over to Seth, and he sees my reaction.

"Stay away from me." I tell him, and he reaches up to touch my face. I flinch, and slap his hand away. "Don't touch me."

"Is there a problem here?" Jon's voice comes from behind me.

"No. Dylan was just leaving." I say, and Dylan balls his hands into fists.

"What a shame, it was just getting interesting." Dylan says, and steps closer to me. "I know you miss me, baby doll."

I shove his chest to see him get furious enough, but he wouldn't hit me in public. "Can't calm your fighter?" Dylan asks Jon.

"Get the fuck out, and never come back. I'll know if you do." Jon says, and Seth takes him outside. I let out a breath, and grab the bar for support. "Hey, you alright?"

"Yeah, can you take me home please?" I ask him, and he nods.

"Of course. Come on." He tells me, and I follow him to his car. "I'll come back for your car in the morning, alright?"

I nod, and pull my knees up to my chest in his passenger seat. "I'm sorry." I sniffle, and lift my head up to look at him. "I don't know how he found me."

"Who is he?" Jon carefully asks, and turns down the music volume.

"My ex. He's the reason I moved all the way out here." I whisper, and Jon looks at me with pity on his face.

"Bad break up?" He asks me, and I look down at his cigarettes. "Need one?"

"I shouldn't." I tell him, but take it anyways. He lights it for me, and I inhale the smoke. "He used to beat me. Dylan."

I watch as Jon's hands tighten around the wheel. "He took advantage of me, too. That's why I broke that guy's wrist. I don't do well with strangers touching me, especially when I tell them no."

"Say the word and I can have him gone with no questions asked." Jon says, his demeanor rigid. "I mean it."

"What? Like kill him?" I ask, and he just stares at me. "You'd kill him for the things he's done to me?"

"I've killed people for a lot worse, angel." He says, and my body goes cold. He's killed people? "Only the bad people though, so, you're safe."

"You just admitted that you've killed people." I tell him, and he shrugs his shoulders. "You're not worried I'll run to the police?"

"Nope." He says calmly. "And you want to know why?" He says when we pull up to my new apartment.

"Because I know you've done it too."

[scentedsongrebel]

Homecoming

Pairings: Steve Rogers × Female! Indian!Reader

Summary: You bring Steve to Mumbai to meet your Family.

Warnings: None I guess.. Some Indian references, talking in Hindi but side by side translations, fluff, tell me if I miss any.

Word count: 4620

A/N: Hey guys! So this was inspired by @pies-writes-and-more' s story Makeshift Thanksgiving dinner (Its amazing go check it out). And ever since I read it I wanted to write one like that myself with an Indian reader. We all need some representation.

I have tried to make it as natural as possible with all the things I do when I visit Mumbai. There were so many things I wanted to add but couldn't at the moment. Maybe I can add that in a possible sequel where Steve learns about Diwali?

I hope you guys like it!

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"You look perfect already you know that right?" Steve says, crouching down to get to your level, pressing your cheeks together and looking in the mirror in front of which you stand, trying to decide the best hairstyle

"Shhh" you shush him and he just rolls his eyes "its been a while okay, I'm just scared"

"From your own mother?" He says taking hold of your shoulders and turning you to look at him "from what you told me, she doesn't seem that strict"

"She is not" you shake your head "its just me, I kinda feel guilty for being gone for so long"

"Hey" he says moving his hand to caress your cheek "its gonna be alright. She knows it was important. And from what you have told me, she did encourage you and its been what two years"

"That's a long time for us Steve"

"But now look at you and the success you have achieved, she will be proud"

You nod your head and give him a small smile

"Thank you" you wrap your arms around his neck and he moves forward to take hold of your waist and pull you in for a long heated make out session

When you pull back, you look at him, breathlessly bringing your pointer finger in front of his face

"Remember do not--"

"Kiss you in a public space or in front of your family" Steve continues, shaking his head "I know"

You hit him on the shoulder lightly, an offending smile on your face

"Its important information"

"I know" he gives you a small smile, taking your hand in his and moving towards the exit gate of the quin jet

"Mumbai here we come!”

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"I need to take something over" Steve says through the blaring of horns of the cars around as he sits besides you on the rickshaw "My Ma always said to take wine or some flowers when visiting a dame's house"

Your eyes widen and you shake your head vigorously

"No! No wine and no beer"

"Okay?" He looks at you uncertainly "I can't go there empty handed"

"Why?" you ask, knowing the answer but still teasing

"Because its manners and well" he blushes a little "I wanna impress her.. Okay?"

"You wanna impress my mother" you laugh "isn't she a little young for you?"

"Ha ha ha very funny" he nudges your shoulder as a scooter honking loudly passes beside your vehicle

"Sorry" you say, laughing "couldn't help it. And don't worry" You place a hand on his shoulder "I got it covered"

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You ask the rickshaw driver to stop at a place a little away from your house and get down, paying in accordance to the meter.

Steve gets out after you, pulling all your luggage out and looking around at the busy road, observing the countless shops that line both the sides.

The narrow street has a divider in the middle that separates the vehicles going in opposite directions. Along the footpath, where countless pedestrians walk countless shops line the entire perimeter as far away as he can see.

There are book stores with books lying on a counter, jewelry stores, bakeries, toy shops, an umbrella stand, a small shop that seems to sell grocery items and so many more, Steve can't even name them all.

You look at him as he looks around the street, his eyebrows furrowed as he tries to take it all in.

You are so thankful for Nat and the Bionic mask she provided you with as no one recognizes Steve. To them he is just some random white man and not Captain America.

He does get double takes and stares from locals not used to seeing foreigners in this part of the city but you can have that as long as 'Captain America in India' does not become trending news. This is to be a peaceful trip.

"Follow me and if you get lost" you dig in your pocket, producing a business card "Here, this is my Mom's just show it to someone and ask for directions to her house"

"Can't I just call you?" He asks confused

"Call me?" You exclaim "I don't currently have an Indian Sim card, its at my mom's house. Do you know how much an international call costs?"

"So you would rather I have to hunt for your mother's house in a place I don't even know the language of, rather than call you for help"

"Okay fine" you roll your eyes "just call me and if for some reason your phone does not have signal just ask a shopkeeper if you can make a call. They would be happy to help. And DO NOT use the poor guy's phone to make International calls. You have my sister's number just call her okay?"

"Got it" he gives you a fond smile "Calm down"

"I am calm" he rolls his eyes "I mean, its just, its an unknown city for you and it can get crazy sometimes"

"I am from New York doll" he smiles "I know crazy"

You just shake your head

"or so you think"

You motion towards an area crowded with people in the middle of which sits a man with a big wok cooking something.

"Stay here and take care of the luggage" you say before pushing through the crowd and ordering 15 vada pavs. Steve looks at you with his eyebrows raised as you come back back to stand besides him as the guy prepares your order

"I don't know what this thing is but 15?"

"Well its called vada pav, its kind of like a umm... patato cutlet in bread with some chutneys but better" you say, giving him a small smile, moving ahead as the guy gives you 2 before going to pack the rest. You give one to Steve and bite on your's. He observes you before biting into his.

"Oh wow" he says through a bite "its really good. Like a little spicy and sweet but its good"

You smile at him through a bite and a hiccup escapes your mouth "God I missed real spicy food" you say closing your eyes before looking up at him "if its too spicy, I can get you some extra sweet chutney"

Steve just shakes his head as he takes another bite "No, I kinda like this taste and its not that spicy"

"Me too" you smile "and I kinda already had him put extra meethi chutney in yours"

"Meethi?"

"Sweet"

He nods his head "I still don't understand Why we bought 15 of those"

"Well, 2 for us right now, 2 for me when I get home, 2 for my sister, 2 for my mother, 2 for my aunt uf she is home, 2 for you, then 1 for the maid or 2 if she wants , extra if some neighbours show up or if we want more and the rest for breakfast tomorrow" you say as you finish yours

Steve looks at you amused

"Trust me, they will all be over before you know it"

"You sure love this thing"

You just nod your head cheekily but before you can say anything else, the shopkeeper calls out to you, waving the bag with your order. You pay, take your order with a 'Thankyou bhaiya' and he gives you a small smile.

You come back to Steve showing him your polythene and smiling.

"All done" Steve pulls the bag out of your hand before you remind him of all the other luggage by his feet which he promptly picks up. You try to reach for your bag before he shakes his head and motions for you to just to lead the way and you look around to get another rickshaw. Super soldier or not there is no way you will let him walk this distance with all your luggage.

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"Okay one last time" you say as Steve pulls out the last bag from the rickshaw and he sighs

"The moment we see your mother, I gotta touch her feet and you will pretend you forgot to do it and she will be impressed by me"

You nod your head resolutely

"This is so stupid" he says grumbling as you take out your phone to call your sister

"You wanna impress her or not?"

He nods his head, sighing dejectedly.

You seem to realize you can't call her with international roaming so you ask Steve to wait as you look up towards your mother's apartment. Its only on the second floor so circling your hands to make a make shift microphone, you scream your sister's name

"TANYAAAAAAAAAAA" Steve visibly flinches next to you, moving to cover his ears

"Are you crazy???"

You wave a hand in his direction, screaming again. He looks around to apologize to any neighbors that may be disturbed but no one seems to care.

A moment later a girl comes up on the balcony of an apartment on the second floor and screams back

"KYA?" (What)

"SAMAN BAHUT HAI NEECHE AA" (there's a lot of luggage, come down) you scream and Steve winces again, looking at you in irritation 

Your sister just rolls her eyes in irritation before muttering a "Theek hai" (ok) and running back inside

A minute later Steve sees her coming out of the main entrance on the building and giving you a tight hug. You hug her back, Something akin to tears forming in both your eyes as you hold on to each other.

She rubs your back before turning to Steve and frowning

"I thought you said your boyfriend was Captain America"

You just shake your head and move to pick up a suitcase as Steve picks up a bag and a suitcase. Your Sister picks up the rest of your stuff, sighing and moving towards the stairs.

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The door to the apartment on the second floor is open as you make your way in, placing the bags down on the living room floor before taking your shoes off near the shoe stand.

Steve copies your actions but picks up both your shoes and his and places them on the shoe stand. You shake your head, smiling back at him as he gives you a teasing smirk.

He observes the beautiful living room of the house with shelves lining the front wall and a television in the middle of all the show pieces. An L-shaped sofa set sits against the back wall of the room and behind the sofa a gate partially opened to reveal the entrance to a balcony. The dinner table is pressed against a far corner besides the corridor that leads to the other rooms in the house.

On the main wall just above the TV he sees countless pictures of your family along with a framed one which he recognizes as your father from the pictures he had seen with a flower necklace around the frame.

He turns back to you but you are busy looking around the house searching for your mother before she comes out of the kitchen, wearing a beautiful yellow colored salwar kameez.

You move to run and hug her before your plan comes to mind and you give Steve a look.

He quickly moves ahead as your Mom reaches you both and bends down to touch her feet.

She looks at him confused for a moment before her lips break into a fond smile and she places her hand on his head.

"Jeete raho" ( live long)

Steve seems unsure as he looks at you and you give him a discreet nod as he stands up.

Your turn

"Oh no" you say feigning shock and bringing your hand to your heart "I completely forgot, thanks for reminding me Steve"

You say and then bend down to touch your Mother's feet to seek her blessings, missing the defeated sigh by Steve and eye rolling by your sister.

Your mother gives you her blessings too before shaking her head at you and crossing her arms, her eyes narrowed

She turns to Steve

"This her master plan?"

Steve looks at her, startled. Not because he is shocked she saw through your horrible plan but because she asked him. He looks at her a moment, a little scared before remembering he needed to win over this woman even if it meant pushing you under the bus.

So he just nods his head and your mother sighs

"And I was supposed to what be naive and stupid and think that you know how we great our elders here while my daughter, who I raised teaching all this forgot?"

Steve feels his heartbeat quicken by the look she gives him and he nods quickly

"I tried to tell her it was a stupid idea" he says and you look at him incredulously and mouth traitor.

Your mom shakes her head again

"She has been like this since she was young" your mother says, a smile gracing her lips "coming up with the most mundane ideas"

"Tell me about it" Steve rolls his eyes before realizing where he is and shaking his head and looking at your Mom apologetically "I-I didn't mean to-"

Your mother grins at him "Don't be so scared of me beta. I know she has not changed a bit"

"Mummaaa" you whine and she turns back to you, laughing

"Mera baccha" (my child) she says and then pulls you into her arms. You have to bend a little with your height difference but you quickly hug her back. Tears stream down your cheeks as she gently moves her hand up and down at the back of your head. The hug lasts a long while before she pulls away to look you over

"Kuch khaati hai ki nhi?" (You eat something or not?) She says taking hold of your face between her hands

You nod your head at her, rolling your eyes

"You've gotten so thin" she says

"Only to you. I've only lost a little weight because I started learning self defense from Nat"

Before your mother can say anything more, you are interrupted by your sister

"Nat as is Natasha Romanoff?" She says moving forward "Black Widow? She your friend because now I'm really doubting you. I was promised Captain America, I took a day off and he" She turns to Steve "No offense"

"None taken"

"He is not Captain America"

"You took a day off work because you wanted to meet me" you say laughing

"You tell yourself that" she mutters "now I don't mind if your boyfriend isn't a super hero but like why would you lie to me?"

You just roll your eyes before moving forward and hitting the back of your sister's head

"I hoped you would have learned some manners by now but clearly I was wrong"

She narrows her eyes and moves to hit you back before your mom interrupts you both

"Girls we have a guest over" she says "show some respect"

Before any of you can blame the other for the fight, Steve moves forward and removes the Bionic mask, revealing that he in fact is The Captain America.

Your sister's eyes widen to the size of saucers as she stares and stares and stares before Steve looks at you uncomfortably.

You sigh

"And she says she has manners" you say to tease her "Come on Tan, staring is bad"

This seems to wake her up from her daze and she looks at you in shock before turning back to Steve

"Wow dude, that was so cool"

"SHEILD equipment" you say "Didn't want to attract any unwanted attention on the way"

She nods in understanding before your Mom reminds her to bring water for you guys as you maybe thirsty after the journey.

Your sister seems to have just realized that and nods her head before running to the kitchen and coming back out with a trey and 3 glasses filled with water on it, she offers them to the two of you and then your mother and all of you gulp it down.

"You wanna go inside and rest for a while?" Your mother asks

"Actually we were a little hungry" you say looking over at Steve as he blushes, scratching the back of his head

"Oh yeah!" She says quickly rushing towards the kitchen "I have made so many things for you"

You try to offer your assistance but she insists you have come home after a long time and she wants to serve you today.

You furrow your eyebrows looking at your sister and she just gives you a smile back. It was very rare for your mother to be sentimental. But maybe being away from your child for so long does that.

As your mother comes to sit on the small dinner table after she has placed all the containers, bowls and plates in front of you guys.

Steve looks over at the dinner table, looking nothing short of an entire feast. He knows even he and Bucky can never finish this much food. Even together!

When he looks at you, he smiles at the wonder in your eyes as you too are busy browsing through the dishes set on the table, removing the lids to inspect the items.

"Haye! Mumma I missed your pav bhaji so much" you say moving forward in your seat and taking a serving of the brown curry or something Steve doesn't understand what it is on your plate.

Then you take a spoon full and put in on his plate

"This is called pav bhaji. This is the bhaji or ummm basically like mashed mixed vegetables and you eat it with this" you move forward to remove the plate that covers a bowl and produce a bun, picking it and placing it on his plate.

"Its the same bread we ate with the vada pav"

He nods at you, taking it all in. He has always had an interest in your culture and had tried to learn everything that makes you you.

He copies your motion as you break a piece out of your pav, folding it to make a spoon and then dipping it in the bhaji before eating it.

"This is really good" Steve says as he takes his third bite "You made this mam?"

Your mother goes to nod before you speak up

"Yup" you say between a mouthful "Mumma makes the best bhaji. Even when we lived in Delhi, all my friends loved her pav bahji"

Steve smiles "Well you can add me to the list of people that like this"

Your Mom gives out a small laugh and moves a plate in front of him

"You don't need to flatter me Beta" she says "I know you may not like this food so I ordered pizza for you"

Steve looks at her, his eyes wide "I no- I like this, there's no need to-"

"This is like the best pizza here" Your mom says smiling at him "Its Tanya's choice so I don't know how good it really is"

"Mummaaaa" Tanya wines as you all laugh

You turn to Steve "Tani has the worst choice when it comes to food"

"Yeah and you with your pineapple on pizza are the best food chooser"

"Hey! Its good"

"Okay girls stop" your mom says and you both stop to look at her "Fight when I'm not around"

You both laugh and nod at her before going back to your food.

Your Mom offers the Pizza to Steve which he promptly denies telling her he would like to have the things she made while you nod and say the same thing. Your sister on the other hand takes three slices.

The conversations goes as Steve gets to try more of the Indian food. The table is lined with things that your Mother prepared because they were your favorites. He tries some kind of small yellow colored rolls called khandavi, Steve couldn't for the love of himself pronounce it, there's samosas which he has had before in the Indian restaurant you took him too but these ones have cheese in them because you only ate them like this when you were young.

He specially loves the lassi which is a milk based drink and your mother tells him about how she learnt it after getting married to your father seeing as he was from the north where the drink is originally from.

When your Mother serves him a serving of the shahi paneer with some rice, Steve moves his spoon to take a bite before you hit your leg against his. He turns to look at where you sit besides him in confusion

You give him a look and he internally groans and sighs

"Oh I will eat this with my hands" he sighs discarding his spoon, and looking at his plate having no idea how to do this

Before you can initiate the next step of your plan your Mom laughs and turns to Steve

"She put you up to this?"

Steve immediately gives a nod, not even fighting for you and your Mom turns to you with narrowed eyes

"Leave the poor boy alone will you"

"I didn't-" you try to speak and she shushes you

"You have never in your life been able to eat chawal (rice) with your hands, how do you expect the poor boy to do that?"

Your Sister snickers while drinking her lassi.

"I eat rice with my hands" you try to defend yourself and your mother just snorts

"The floor and table eat more then you do when that happens" she says

You narrow your eyes at her as a smile comes to your lips but before you can say anything, she turns to Steve

"Beta, whatever else stupid plans she has given you just abandon them"

Steve nods his head, smiling "Yes mam"

"You can call me Aunty" she says with a sigh "Mam makes me sound like I'm at work"

"Okay Aunty" Steve grins, feeling like he is making progress as he dives back to eat his food having to close his eyes as the ras malai melts in his mouth.

The conversation around the table goes on as your mother enquires about his job and life during the war. She gives a nod of approval when he expresses how impressed he is of the work you do and assures her he would never have problem even if you work odd hours.

She tells him about how your father was a doctor too and your biggest inspiration to persue this field how no matter how sceptical she was about you going to the states alone, she knew your father would have wanted anything that would have been best for your career and she wants that too.

When you get teary eyed at the mention of your father, your mother just places her hand on yours and starts talking about how your brother is travelling around the world as a travel photographer and your sister's new project and how she is proud of all her kids.

"This will always be your house too now" she says as she finishes the last servings in her plate "Whenever you come to mumbai you have to stay here Steve, no hotel nonsense"

Steve looks at the kind woman and nods his head with a grin. Your mother then turns to you

"I know you were scared of bringing a white guy home and trust me I was scared of this day too but your father always assured me how smart you were and you would always chose the right guy. I guess he was right"

She sighs and Steve feels his heart stopping before he grins and looks at you. Your eyes are wide and you keep staring at your Mother before she nods her head towards the bowls on the table and starts to get up to discard her plates for washing, clearly indicating she won't say more about this topic.

You just smile to yourself before looking at Steve and giving his hand a small squeze.

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You reluctantly go with your sister, shooting Steve a worried look as she insists on catching up. Steve gives you a thumbs up as your sister pushes you inside the door that leads to her room, shooting him a wink. He gives her a grateful smile.

It was when you had gone inside the kitchen, helping your mother put the leftovers in the refrigerator that he had asked your sister for help in getting a moment alone with your mother.

She had looked at him suspiciously before he promised her a signed picture by Natasha herself and your sister was sold.

So here he stood, looking around as your mother shows him your brother's room. You hadn't even tried to ask if you two could share a room. Not a road you wanna go down honestly.

"Its been a while since Tarun was home but don't worry the bed should be comfortable enough, that boy spent weeks choosing the most perfect, comfortable mattress"

Steve nods, looking around the room. The queen sized bed is placed against the wall on the right side of the room, a side table with a table lamp sits besides it. A full length mirror cupboard is besides the larger cupboard against the right wall. The front half of the room and nunerous shelves lined with different pictures of different places around the world. There is a study table with a spare keyboard and some some below the pictures.

"If you need anything just call me" she says smiling at him and moving to leave before Steve stops her

"I umm, I needed to ask you something" he says uncertainly

She gives him a small smile, motioning for him to say it

"I umm I-" he shakes his head, digging into his bag and producing the velvet box he carries everywhere "I wanna marry her"

Your mother's eyes widen as she looks at the ring and then at Steve in shock

"And I need your permission"

That seems to shock her even more "My- My permission?"

He nods his head

"Don't you western kids just decide to get married and then tell the parents?"

Steve shakes his head at her

"Your approval means a lot to Y/n and to me too. If you feel I am not the one for your daughter, If you don't want me to ask her,I won't"

He says solemly

"I love her but I know how important her family, her culture is to her and I would never wanna take that away from her. I know she wants the proper Indian wedding and I would love if you help us organize that"

A lone tear falls down your mother's eye as she moves forward and places a hand on Steve's cheek.

"You are a good boy Steve" she says smiling up at him and he bends down a little so she can place her hand on his head "You have my blessings beta"

Steve lets out a laugh of his own at that

"Thank you aunty I won't disappoint you. I just hope she says yes"

She smiles at him

"She would not have brought you here if she weren't completely sure of you, trust me"

Steve looks at her thankfully

"You take care of her" she says moving to get out of the room "and you can call me Mumma"

A grin takes over Steve's face as he moves to do a happy dance.

"That is if she says yes"

And the curve of his lips flattens as your mother leaves, laughing on her way out.

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Taglist: @kayteewritessteve

[aimai-ronri]

Reworking the Fuzzy Gaming Quest

This is the first time I've ever blogged publicly about something like this. I usually talk to friends about it, but I just as often don't say anything, because when I talk about video-games I get hyperfocused and sometimes the conversation takes a long time, so I often feel like it's a bit rude to get people wrapped up in it. But I remembered I have a tumblr now and people actually blog on here sometimes, so: prepare to suffer.

To set up why I'm so weird about games allow me to explain: first of all, I'm obviously not neurotypical in some way I don't know but one day would like to figure out. SECOND, I've been playing video-games literally since I can remember. My first real memories of cognition are watching my dad put cartridges in the NES, and climbing on the bed to put our Thai bootleg cart in there myself so I could play weird sprite hacks of Super Mario Bros. So anyway, gaming has factored heavily in my life since the beginning.

Anyway long story short, this has led to, for a long time, me wanting to leave some kind of legacy behind me in the form of a trail of beaten-up old video-games. Often this takes the form of just wanting to curate out a collection (physical or unholy--I mean digital) that I can leave behind in some state of completion, but on top of that it comes as me wanting to sit down and truly spend time with the games that are most important to my history over the course of my lifetime.

This has led to me making innumerable 'systems' for approaching the task of having a humongous backlog of video-games (some might say longer than is completable than anyone in a life time, and I recognize this) and often these systems get replaced or revised for being inadequate in some way. The latest no-thought system on my part was the Fuzzy Gaming Quest, in which the goal was basically to play through games starting from the beginning of time and blasting through at hyper-speed, with the intention of covering as much ground in order to induce familiarity as fast as possible with arcade games from an era I've rarely played (but longed for in my old man's soul).

This was working but I quickly ran into a snag (after recording about 250 videos 😥): I wasn't spending as much time with individual games as I'd like by any means. On one hand, I was backlogging games I was enjoying just to get them out of the way and continue the progress. On the other, sometimes I wasn't sure how much time you'd even spend with a game to consider yourself familiarized enough to rank it in some way, without necessarily having to beat everything (who has the time?). Not to mention arcade games that have no viable ending for the regular player (Pac-Man, Galaga, etc).

So anyway all this is leading up to me explaining the next iteration of the Fuzzy Gaming Quest. Here's a picture!

What you're looking at is essentially a 7 day scoreboard for various games that I selected out as important during my previous pass through the 70s and most of the 80s. These are all games I wanted to play more of or possibly log in a list.

7 days is my naive answer to how long I think would be good to spend on a game, in order to get competent enough at it to get a decent score and/or feel you've experienced your average game enough to go ahead and put it somewhere in a list. It might seem like overkill for a simple arcade game (though I'd argue you need to play repeatedly and give your brain time to absorb it to get the true experience), and it may seem like underkill for an RPG (though I'd argue that most RPGs probably aren't changing much more if you've been playing for 7 days already, but this doesn't forbid from continuing to play if I choose to), but this is my naive and probably flawed answer, anyway.

This is meant to serve the purpose of: - Progressing reasonably fast (notice this is a list of basically banger games everyone has heard of, I will probably only include a few games here or there that are lesser known that I just happen to like--I'll also be avoiding some consoles intentionally that I don't particularly like (like the Odyssey 2, sorry, it's my list though--convince me otherwise if you like)) - Filtering into some kind of "best of" list (if I don't even want to play it for 7 days (in brief sessions), it must not be very good after all and doesn't deserve to be on any best of list I would leave behind me--games that I do get through the 7 days I should understand enough to rank competently enough to make myself happy) - Giving me an excuse to spend more time on the games that really matter to me, today, in case I get hit by a bus tomorrow - Giving me a target for when I'm able to comfortably say I've experienced a game enough and don't need to feel bad about moving on if I want to but still haven't "beat it," and also leaving room for playing more if I like (I can sort it, take it off the board, but finish it anyway on the DL) (Also, if I do beat it, I can stop there with the board) - Satisfying whatever kind of ADHD thing I have going on by allowing me to keep a variety of games on rotation for some amount of time and not just getting stuck behind one game at a time - Breaking game experiences down over multiple days to allow a longer time to think about them and grow accustomed to them, also to allow me to fit them into my busy schedule by playing Space Invaders on the toilet for ~10 minutes - To leave behind a journal of high scores or information about how far I got in various games as I plod on

So, you may (rightly) ask: What's the point of all this? Why can't I just play games that I like and call it a day?

Well my first answer would be, "shut up I know you're right I just can't, my brain is broken," but my second answer, the one I would say aloud, might be that I really have always wanted to take a targeted approach to going through all of game history and that's what this is in service of.

I have no false expectations about getting all the way through game history up to now in one lifetime, at least not without sacrificing a lot of games in the process. I definitely won't ever get to the point where I'm always keeping up with contemporary games. It's lucky for me that I mostly fell out of favor with games around 2011 for various reasons, but really it had been a steady decline of interest since about 2005 or so. I have a shorter-hand target, but if I were to ever reach it, I'd like to keep going on, even if it means playing PS4 games in 2061 when I'm almost as old as my dad is now.

Anyway, your second question (and wow, if you made it this far) might be: "so what does this mean for your tumblr, which I care about intimately after seeing 20 posts, and was gutted when you temporarily took a break, and have been looking for meaning in my life ever since?"

Well, true believer, if you want I might post my 7 day high-score for various arcade games or something along with some pictures or videos of high points of the game (when I get to games complicated enough to have cool art). I haven't decided yet. I'm open to suggestions! I'd love to see people try to (and succeed!) at beating my scores (I'd feel like I influenced someone into maybe playing some old, great game they wouldn't have before deciding to just then).

If nothing else I hope it was interesting to see my thought process about this stuff.

If that's not true, I hope you were entertained by a write up of someone's journey ever deeper into video-game delirium.

And yes, I will get frustrated with the system and change it again in approximately a month.

[rogue-barnes-16]

SWEET

Request: Can I please request an imagine where Bucky falls in love with a nerdy, sweet, innocent, short (I’m 4ft 10 1/2in btw LOL) Kindergarten teacher (I’m also a kindergarten teacher😂). They meet when she takes the kids on a field trip to the museum (the one that has all of the Captain America and Bucky stuff), they talk a lot and he asks her on a date + he introduces her to Steve and Sam as his girlfriend + Bucky being soft for the reader + sweet kisses, cuddles, and hugs.💜

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x teacher!Reader

Genre: super Fluffy

Tags:

Requested by: @kpopgirlbtssvt

Permanent taglist: @notexactlythatgirl @thisismysecrethappyplace @sofreakinmanyfandoms @pizzarollpatrol @bubblycypress87 @sinviix @loislp @lovenaturefirst @dyanna-corona @2ptonpt @goodnightmode @disneyprincessbuffyannesummers @mannls @cutie1365 @catch22inareddress @mybooradley @sebastianisasnack

Warnings: none (?)

A/N: wanna hear something funny? I read it wrong. Like the whole request, so I had to delete what I'd written and write it again (why am I such a mess?) and THEN tumblr deleted it after I had finished it. Anyway, I hope the wait was worth it, enjoy <3

Rogue-barnes-16 masterlist

BUCKY'S P. O. V.

I didn't want to go to the Smithsonian to see the expo of Captain Fuckin' America all over again, but Natasha insisted that they had modified it, and that I sure had to go and see it all over again.

I was walking towards one of the newly added panels when a little kid bumped into my leg. "Fuck!" I turned around just in time to see the kid falling on his butt. "God 'm sorry" I kneeled in front of him to check if he was okay.

I heard rushed steps that preceded the view of a girl kneeling in front of me. "what did I say about running?-I'm sorry" she added, giving me an apologetic smile.

"I'm the one who's sorry" I smiled at her, but she wasn't even looking in my direction.

"Miss Y/n!" the woman turned around to look at a bunch of little kids that were now approaching us "look, It's Bucky Barnes!" the whole group started to squeal excited.

"Oh- I-" Y/n was finally looking at me with wide eyes and lips parted, and for the first time, I was able to see how damn beautiful she was. "Oh" she repeated, letting out nervous chuckle.

Her eyes, along with the children's ones and the few people's in the museum, were too much for me to deal with. "I-I'm sorry again. Have- have a good... time" I muttered, beaming at her before getting up to leave.

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

READER'S P. O. V.

"Okay, kids, let's go pick things up" I said, smiling at the children while I grabbed the keys. I opened the five lockers where they had left their things, and then, after checking the number on my key, I looked for mine.

At the beginning of the trip, I had asked one of the receptionists to store my things while I helped the kids, in order to save some time. And, of course, they had to choose a locker from the third row.

Right before I left to ask for help, Bucky Barnes entered in the room and, flashling me a smile, he walked to his locker.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped to him and tapped his shoulder. "I'm- I don't want to bother but my things... They're in that locker and" he looked at the locker I was pointing at. "I kinda-" c'mon, say it, I thought, it's not like he hasn't seen you. "God this is so embarrassing" I let out a nervous chuckle "I'm too short to reach it, could you-"

He let out a chuckle. "sure. Gimme your key?" I gave it to him and waited besides him. "here" he called my attention, carefully handing me my bag.

The corners of my mouth twitched when, instead of giving me my jacket, he held it for me to put it on "Thank you so much"

BUCKY'S P. O. V.

"No worries, Y/n" I gnawed my lip nervously before adding something else. "it's Y/n right?" she, biting back a grin, nodded.

"well, thank you anyway... Bucky." she replied, looking up at me enough time to see the blush creeping over my neck and ears. There was a moment of awkward silence between the two of us. "I should get g-"

"Did you like the expo?" I blurted out, feeling incredibly unhappy about her leaving.

She looked at me, with a spark of surprise and confusion in her eyes. "yeah. I actually come with the kids often." I nodded, my mind buzzing, trying to find a way to keep the conversation going. "Did you like it?"

Sadly, I heard her question after I had spoken, and not before. "would you like to grab a coffee?" her lips parted and her eyes widened, I realized I should have thought twice. "God 'm sorry, I don't-"

"Uh... I've to come back to school with the children" before I was able to tell her to forget it, she spoke again. "but this- this afternoon I'm free?" she questioned more than stated, gnawing her lower lip.

"is that a yes?" she nodded, extending her hand to me. "what... Oh fuck sorry" we both laughed while I gave her my phone for her to write down her number.

"Okay so" she gave it back to me and grabbed her bag. "I finish at 4"

"Okay Uh..." I walked out of the building with her and her class "Send me the address of the school and I'll pick you up"

"Sure, see you later, Bucky!" She said excitedly, walking away with the kids.

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

I double checked the address she had sent me before climbing off my bike.

Bucky: I'm outside:) r u ready?

During the few minutes it took her to answer, a wave of insecurities overwhelmed me, but most of them were ridiculous things I had never been insecure of.

And then it hit me, how damn nervous I was.

Y/n: I have a problem :(

Y/n: come in, I'll explain

I did as she told me to do and, after asking where Y/n was, I got to her class' door, where she was already waiting for me.

"Hey there" I greeted with a smile, managing to suppress the 'beautiful' that almost came out of me. "what happened?"

"i have to prepare a last minute activity for tomorrow" She groaned dramatically, running a hand through her hair. "I'm so sorry, I really wanted to-"

"Hey, 's okay" I gave her a small smile, not even bothering on hiding my disappointment. "tomorrow maybe?"

"yeah... Okay" she parted her lips a couple of times like she wanted to say something, but she ended up giving me a tight-lipped smile and got in the class.

READER'S P. O. V.

Who the fuck cancels a date with Bucky Barnes? Oh, yes. Me. I let out a loud groan followed by a whine, and I almost missed the buzz of my phone.

Bucky: are you gonna be alone?

Y/n: yeah why?

He did read the message, but the fact that I didn't get any kind of reply made me kind of upset.

To my surprise, not even ten minutes later Bucky was entering in the class with two coffees and two doughnuts.

"what's this?" I asked, a smile creeping over my face while he set everything over my desk.

"Didn't feel like waiting" he handed me a one of the coffees, leaning against the desk. "and I thought you could use some company"

"I definitely could" I confessed with a chuckle, walking to his side and hopping onto the table. "thanks Bucky. This was really sweet."

We looked at each other for a moment, the same stupid smile on our faces. "can you tell me if the coffee's good? 'cause I have no fucking clue what I ordered."

I let out a laugh "how's that even possible?"

"names were long and complicated, doll" he defended himself. "it was easier back in the day"

"back in the day" I echoed amused before taking a sip of my drink. "well it's... Sweet"

"just like you, then" I felt my cheeks reddening at that simple statement. "and it's hot too" snorting, I buried my face on Bucky arm, who was softly chuckling.

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

The sound of my alarm going off had never been so annoying.

When I tried to move to turn it off, Bucky’s strong arms tightened around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest. "don't"

"Bucky, I have to work" I mumbled, trying not so hard to get rid of his embrace. "c'mon, do you want me to lose my job?"

We had been dating for a few weeks already, but it was the first time that I had stayed the night at Bucky’s house —a. K. a the Avengers tower— so I wanted to leave before anyone could wake up.

"not gonna lose it, darlin'. You're too good at it." he stated, nuzzling his nose against my neck. "You're so warm. Like a blanket"

I couldn't help but laugh. "Bucky, c'mon" I half-heartedly pulled away, earing a whine from him, and jumped out of the bed.

It took me less time than I thought to find the kitchen. Surprisingly, the hardest part was to find the food.

I was focused on the things in the fridge when a voice almost gave me a heart attack. "Jesus Fucking Christ! Who are you?" I turned around to be met with Sam Wilson himself, dressed in a pigeon pj's.

"I'm-"

"That's Barnes tee-shirt" he stated, calmly stepping to the hall. "STEVE GET YOUR ASS HERE, BARNES BROUGHT A GIRL!"

"WHAT WHERE?" My eyes went wide and I froze in place when Steve fucking Rogers entered. "Holy motherfucking shit, 's true"

"Uh..."

"'Course it's true!" Sam yelled offended.

Thank God, in that moment Bucky entered in the kitchen and made his way towards me. "found your breakfast?" I denied, not being able to formule a proper sentence. "shouldda waited for me, baby" he whispered, grabbing a few things from the top shelf. "Sorry 'bout them" he pulled me closer and pecked my nose.

"Buck" Steve called his friend and we both turned to him. "who's her?"

"she's Y/n" he stated, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "my girlfriend." I started to blush like crazy, and Bucky might have felt it, because he pulled me to the side his chest with one of his arms, while with the other prepared my breakfast.

"You're what now?" Sam asked, and I saw him leaning over the counter between us. "Tell us about you, Y/n"

I opened my mouth to try to avoid that somehow, but Bucky was faster. "she gotta go to work, right?" I nodded and he gave me the breakfast. "c'mon, baby. Eat and I'll drive you there."

"Okay." I finally managed to speak, and Bucky leaned on me to peck my lips. "thanks Bucky"

He gave me a smile an guided my out of the kitchen with the breakfast in my hands, leaving behind us Steve's and Sam's bantering about us.

"I'm really sorry. Forgot today was training day" he apologized again in low voice, kissing my temple.

"it's okay, they seem nice" I said entering in his room and leaving the breakfast over the nightstand. "but they're like hyped kids"

"they're indeed" he agreed with a grin on his face. "so" throwing himself to the bed, he lay on his back with his head resting over one of his hands. "now that I'm taking you to school, and we've more time..."

I huffed, but when he pouted at me, I gave in. "just five more minutes." I warned, scooting closer to him and lying on his chest with my arms hugging him.

"Okay, miss" he replied, shifting his position to be able to cuddle me better. "just five more minutes"

"Bucky I mean it" I warned him again when he got way too comfortable.

"No you don't"

"fuck you, James" I said, chuckling heartedly.

"sweet"

I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought him into a kiss, which turned out to be a mess due to both of our smiles.

[friendliest-place-on-earth]

REVEALING THE SECRET IDENTITY TROPE i'm down for THAT wow i love this

hey, thanks! this was actually one of the parts i was really excited to write, and i’m pretty pleased with how this turned out. i hope you like it!

word count: 1187

They’d known for a while now that Davey was the Ghost. Jack had just been waiting for the right time to bring it up. At least, that’s what he kept telling himself. And now Davey was laying on one of the spare beds, still knocked out from the gunshot wound, although alive and okay.

“It’s not your fault he got hit, Jack,” Katherine said quietly, sitting next to him.

“But it is my fault that he was there, Kath. He could have died tonight. And I’m pretty sure he’s gonna be super pissed when he wakes up.”

“What happened?” Davey asked, opening his eyes. He wasn’t in his room, and there was a silence that made him uneasy. “Where am I? How did I get here?” He sat up quickly, and slowly laid back down, his head spinning.

“Stay there for a sec. I’m gonna let Crutchie know you’re awake,” A familiar voice said before leaving the room.

“Race?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s going on?” Davey asked, feeling his gut turn.

“Honestly? I’m not really sure. I’m gonna get Jack, too.” He left the room, and for a minute Davey was left alone with his thoughts. The last thing he remembered was the armed robbery, and a stabbing pain in his leg. Oh, no. Davey sat up again, carefully this time, to see a bullet on the desk beside him.

“Okay, I know you’re probably really confused at the moment, since you were passed out when you showed up, but I’ve just got to run a few tests first, if that’s okay?” Crutchie asked in a rushed voice, like he feared some kind of retaliation.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Davey said, and after that, Crutchie seemed more relaxed. He quickly checked Davey’s vitals and his leg wound.

“Other than a concussion and the leg injury, you should be fine. I’d stay off it for a few days, and try to take it easy for the rest of the week. Even if your healing is accelerated, I can’t have you getting hurt again. I’d have several people that would want to kill me,” Crutchie said, trying to make a joke, but Davey stared at the ceiling.

“I understand there’s somebody that wants to talk to you before you go. I’ll leave you guys to it,” Crutchie said, shutting down his equipment and helping Davey into what was supposed to be a living room. It was wall-to-wall computers and high-tech stuff that couldn’t have been legal. At one of the massive monitor displays sat Race. Spot and Katherine were nowhere to be seen. And at the other one, Jack was sitting, nervously playing with the edge of the table, which was falling apart.

“I want answers. Now.” Davey stood, stiff and angry.

“Davey, I. I don’t even know where to begin. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t even cut it. You knew about my powers for how long?”

“About two weeks.”

“You never mentioned it? Not even once? You knew where I went when I would leave work? Is that why I never got asked about it, or fired like I should have been? And what’s everybody’s roles in this? Was I the only one here who wasn’t in on this?”

“Yeah, Davey. We were planning on telling you before this, really, but-”

“Obviously it didn’t happen! So what do Race and Spot do every time we all leave, huh? Katherine? Crutchie? You?” Davey heard his voice break a bit on the last word.

“Davey, you weren’t meant to find out like this.”

“That doesn’t matter! What matters is that I did! My boyfriend’s been fighting crime with my coworkers behind my back, forgetting to tell me they all knew I fought with them. Do you know what that feels like?”

“No, I don’t. But you know what I have felt? Every time I leave this place in costume, I know that I could possibly die. I know that what I do out there is what I could be remembered for. I know that we had a system to keep that from happening. And telling you?” Jack paused, as if grabbing for the words. “Telling you would have thrown a giant fork into it. Telling you might have added another member to the team, but it also meant that there was one more person I had to watch out for. One more person who’s incredibly important to me. One more person who could leave and never come back. I know what I did was wrong, but believe me, I had my reasons,” Jack said, and for a moment, the room was quiet. Nobody said a word. Race was busying himself with recently acquired software, Crutchie was cleaning up in the med bay, and Jack and Davey were face to face, silently begging the other to say something. Finally, Davey’s phone rang, breaking the silence and making him jump. He quickly answered, and heard Sarah’s voice on the other end.

“Are you okay? We heard there was an accident and you got hurt,” she said. It sounded like she’d been crying.

“Yeah, Sarah, I’m fine. Everybody’s okay. I’m headed back to my apartment now.”

“Oh, thank God. I’m meeting you down there in a few minutes.”

“Okay. I’ll see you then,” Davey said, hanging up. And without another word, he left the apartment above the store and headed out the back door.

“Davey, you can’t just be mad at Jack. They all hid that from you, it’s not fair to him,” Sarah said from the kitchen. The microwave all but screamed, letting her know the leftovers were done. She took the bowls to the couch and handed one to Davey, who only just realized how hungry he was.

“I know I can’t, but it hurts worse coming from him. We were really close. And to know that he had that hanging over my head the past few weeks? It just, it.” Davey paused. “It almost burns.”

“I know. I know. Katherine kept me in the dark, too. But it was with good intentions, you have to remember that.”

“Yeah, I know. By the way, you did a good job reheating this.”

“It’s pasta. It’s not rocket science, little bro,” Sarah said with a laugh, and Davey smiled.

“I don’t know, Race, I haven’t heard a word from him, and it’s been almost a week,” Jack said.

“It’s not just your fault. What we did, we did for a reason. But he does have a right to be mad. He hasn’t shown up for work?” Race asked, concerned.

“Only twice, and that was when nobody else was here, I think,” Jack replied.

“You might just need to give him some time. We both know all the shit we juggle is crazy. Now throw something like this on top of it? It makes some sense that he doesn’t want to talk right now.”

“I think that’s the most rational thing I’ve heard you say in a while, Race,” Jack said, cracking a smile.

“It probably is, Jack.” Race looked at his phone. “Oh, boy. Spot’s hungry. I have to go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you, Race.”