#yes it still hurts 6 years later

[endershit]

me and the other armin, ken and lys enthusiasts in june 6 of 2018 on our way to the beemoov ofices:

[bitchimasnake-sss]

one last time ft. vinsmoke sanji!

a/n: continuation of my time travel series as asked by anon!! sanji, lost you when you were both 27. now, three years later, aged 30, the cook travels back in time and sees you again. *cue angst* not proofread, im so sorry for mistakes!

warnings: none!! just my crappy attempts of writing angst tbh

"it makes no sense" nami mumbled, peering down intensely at the old cook as if examining her personal lab rat. the alleged thirty year old had materialized in the main room of the going merry through thin air; and nami had almost knocked him out with her staff.

"nami-swan let me-" the man tried to speak but the red-head cut him off, "you ate a devil fruit and you traveled back in time?"

"you're so gorgeous even when you boss me around-""

"sanji." nami cocked an eyebrow.

sanji sighed lightly, trying to reason, "well, i mean i actually ate like just half a bite of it. i don't think this time travel thing is permanent. i'll be out of your gorgeous hair in just a minute"

"no, you being here isn't the issue." nami corrected herself, "i think im just surprised is all. the idea that there exists something like this is just-"

but someone barged into the room before she could finish.

"what the fuck?" the swordsman looked at sanji, taken aback by the sudden blondie appearance, "he looks awfully like the shit-cook."

"it's nice to see you too, moss-head"

"ah-" nami groaned at the swordsman appearance, "well, i guess i'll explain to everybody. out on deck, both of you"

"why are you so tall?" zoro gave the older cook a nasty look.

"zoro, out."

"why is he so tall-"

｡･::･ﾟ★,｡･::･ﾟ☆

"so..." the younger, blonde man asked, "you're me but 30?"

the older man shrugged, "yes, pretty much."

"i cannot believe you committed to the bangs look for over a decade, sanji" you giggled, looking from the older version to the younger one.

"if you like it, then i can keep it for the rest of eternity, my love."

you laughed again, sending the cook an amused look, "sure, i like it."

while the younger cook was swooned at your words, sending you a love-struck gaze. the older was busy contemplating whether he wanted to hug you so hard till his ribs broke down and he disintegrated within you, or if he should keep his distance, saving himself all that hurt.

your hair was choppier and the strands moved gently in the wind, the tresses cashmere kisses against your sun-kissed skin. all the signs of aging were absent from your skin, all those signs of you and him together were gone, just like that. as if you and he hadn't existed at all.

there was no scar on your lips from the time you fell down in the dark while sleepy, no cuts on your arms and legs from battles long gone. every evidence of the life you and sanji had built together was gone, leaving a twenty-three year old you behind.

well, technically that life was yet to come. it would take you and his younger version another five months, 23 days and 6 hours till you both got together. atleast, if his calculations were correct.

it would take you another 9 years, 2 months and 4 days to leave him. he knew those calculations by heart.

and so, sanji held back the urge to ask you if you liked two sugars in your coffee right now too? and did you light up when the moon was out in all it's glory? did your favourite constellation stay the same as years passed you by? did you look the same when you kissed him awake? did-

instead, he said nothing and stared at you, transfixed.

when ussop shook the older cook awake, the blonde man gave the younger crew members a pained smile. and when luffy jumped up and down, asking whether the cook still cooked, sanji found himself laughing and offering to make a meal.

atleast, this way, he could resign himself to an old kitchen, boundless memories and endless suffering, away from your ghastly presence.

the door stood ajar and you slipped inside just as silently like you always did when you wanted to surprise him in the kitchen. he looked up from the chopping board, well-versed with every one of your silent exchanges.

"want some help?" you offered, walking over leisurely and standing opposite to the man on the kitchen island.

the man looked down, focusing on not cutting his fingers up, "uh- no, thanks."

"damn, did you change?"

"hm?"

"where's the added "my love", "mon cheri" or "darling" at the end?" you cocked up an eyebrow, giving him a confused look, "don't tell me you lost those with time, that'll be a real shame."

sanji looked up, dumbstruck at you.

ofcourse he didn't. how could he? how could he when you were all that and more to him. under breathy whispers, loud declarations of love and silent hums in the dark of the night, you were every stringed syllable in every language to him.

he must have been silent for too long cause you shook your palm in front of him, paranoia sewn into your skin, "i mean it's okay if you lost it. like, it's not that big of a deal-"

and sanji laughed.

"excuse me? it's not nice to laugh at a lady."

"you looked so adorable like that." he looked down at the chopped vegetables, hands skillfully adding the veggies to the heated pan. then he looked up through his eyebrows, skillfully avoiding your gaze fully, "you're quite cute, love."

"uh-" your ears went red and you looked away, "thanks? y-you too."

"how have you been, yn?" he looked back at the food, his voice was tender. every hitch of the breath was audible against the backdrop of distant laughs from the crew.

"oh?" you replied shocked. then you smiled, "good. i'm good."

"good?" he repeated, ever so slowly as if turning the word on the tip of his tongue to remember the way you said it.

"yeah, i've been good, sanji."

"i'm glad." he pursed his lips, turning his back to you under the lie of fetching bowls from the cabinet.

"what are you cooking?" you asked, leaning over and peering at the vessel on the stove.

even without turning, he said, "you'd lose balance, careful now."

you marveled at the simmering dish, looking at his back and smiling real big, "you're cooking hand-pulled noodles with broth?! i think its my new favourite dish! i tasted it like a few days ago and i've been dying to eat it againn"

sanji smiled, still turned away from you, "is that so?"

as much as sanji prided himself at his ability to identify you from lightyears apart, at his ability to hear you in the noisiest room, he must have not been paying attention.

because you had sneaked up behind him and pressed yourself against his back, giving him a hug. you smiled gummy against his back muscles, "thankyou! thankyou! thankyouuu!!"

sanji froze under your casual touch. after a second, mindlessly, he lay his bigger hands on top of yours, relishing in the way you felt under him. he closed his eyes, trying to etch the moment in his memories. then he smiled again, promising against the thin air, "i will make you this as many times as you ask me."

"really?" you beamed again, letting go and standing beside him, "promise me?"

"i promise you." he gave you curt nod, melting under every one of your happy dance moves.

"now i would bother you for the rest of our lives." you stuck out your tongue at the blonde man.

"i would rather not be bothered by anyone but you, my love."

"aww-"

"hey geezer." the younger cook stood at the door, eyeing the negligible distance between you and the older man, "get away from yn-chan, you fucking pervert."

"rich coming from you, mr. nosebleed" the older man gave the younger a dirty look.

"HEY THATS NOT MY FAULT"

"SAAAANJI" luffy whined from outside, "ARE YOU DONEEE? WE'RE STARVINGGGG-"

vinsmoke sanji, aged thirty, yelled back "YEAH LEARN TO WAIT SOME MORE."

"YOU'RE SO MEAN SANJI! I MEAN- OLDER SANJI? I MEAN SANJI??- alee? I MEAN THE COOK OF MY SHIP?? NO, THE COOK OF MY FUTURE SHIP-"

"JUST SHUT UP LUFFY." the two blondes yelled in unison and you laughed one last time, lighting up the kitchen on fire.

oh wait, no. that is just the smoke due to the burning veggies in the pan.

well, fuck.

atleast you were laughing. and sanji would have killed entire nations to see that sight again, so, what were a few vegetables for the sacrifice?

[spacerockfloater]

I’m going to preface this post by saying I don’t give a flying fuck about the hate I’m going to receive for the opinion I will be sharing and I won’t bother replying to any comments attacking me for it.

I fucking LOVE that Aemond killed Luke and I wish it wasn’t accidental. I wish Luke’s death was full on intentional, lol.

As a victim of bullying, I’ve been in situations where I have had to fend off 20+ kids as a kid myself. I’ve been verbally, physically, emotionally and psychologically assaulted as a child by other children, simply because I wanted, strived for and had good grades in school, actions that did not affect any of my classmates in the slightest. Therefore, I absolutely sympathise with Aemond, whose lack of dragon and later on his acquisition of one hurt no one (dragons belong to no one, you snooze you lose), yet he still got ridiculed and attacked for it. Yes, Aegon was also a bully and I hate him for it, but ultimately he grows out of it and supports his family, unlike the Strong bastards who remain bullies and assaulters. Oh, and Aemond tried to hit Jace with a rock because he attacked him first. Accusing him for standing up for himself is victim blaming. People who defend the Strong boys are bullies and that’s final.

No, I don’t give a rat’s ass that his attackers were children. Aemond was a child, too, and they ganked him 4v1. It’s crazy how some of y’all support physically attacking someone because you don’t agree with them. It was satisfying to see him kick their teeth in. Aemond and Luke are only 2 years apart, even if the actors’ appearances suggest otherwise. Your age does not excuse you being a fucking piece of shit. Children and teenagers appear on the news daily as rapists, killers, assaulters and all kind of criminals. That’s the reason juvie exists. Children should face the consequences of their actions.

“Are you excusing child murder?” if it is by the hand of the child they unapologetically disabled, fuck yeah. Besides, at the end of the day, Aemond dies, too, so you could say justice is served.

Still, I would have given the Strong boy the benefit of the doubt if it weren’t for this scene:

Lucerys is laughing at Aemond.

He is looking him in the eye and he is laughing at him. It’s been 6 fucking years. Lucerys is 17 (confirmed by the writers) and he feels no remorse for what he did. He was not punished for his action, so he has learned nothing.

He feels safe to mock Aemond, in the comfort and safety of his grandfather’s house, where his guard and stepdad can stop Aemond, whom he cannot beat on his own, from bashing his head against the wall. He feels safe to attack Aemond when he calls him Strong, knowing that other people will finish the fight he started but can’t win.

But what happens when no one is around to protect him from the consequences of his own actions? He shits himself. His face falls, he stumbles backwards and does not object to Aemond calling him Strong.

Not laughing now, huh, you little shit stain?

[xkaidaxxxx]

Fortunate Ones

BAKUGOU X READER

Mentions: Corrupt Government, Quirkless, Injections, Pregnancy, Dad Bakugou, Fluff!

reblogs are appreciated! <3

There was a point in time where life was happy for everyone. Then one day things changed.

Those with Quirks lived a better life. Good homes, good environment, upperhand on job opportunities. Quirkless born have it rough. A child should have their quirk by the age of 5 and if not the government will give the child another year just in case they’re late bloomers. If no quirk is developed by the age of 6 they’re separated from their parents and put into the quirkless side of town, Although they are allowed to travel anywhere.They get paired with a good family. They’re not allowed to have any contact with their old family.

You grew up with Bakugou and Izuku. Yeah Bakugou was an asshole but you still followed behind him just as everyone else did. You and Deku had each other. Yes you were parted from your birth parents but the ones you were given too were great. They love you like their own. Deku went through the same thing which is why you guys are understanding each other. You thought you’d be with Izuku forever as besties and have a possibility to end up with Bakugou.

Izuku never told either of you about training with All Might. He couldn’t. He didn’t even tell you about getting into U.A. You thought you'd be going to school. You knew Bakugou got in and it hurt you like hell. Parting ways with someone you fell in love with. “ Since when do you have a quirk!?” You yelled at Izuku. “You’re a piece of shit for not telling her sooner.” Bakugou said. “ It’s not what you think,”Izuku said. He wanted to stay with his best friend. He wished the three of you could attend the best hero school there is. He cared more about being a hero. “ I can’t believe it. How..just have fun with your quirk Izuku. Bakugou have fun as well. I guess this is it…” you say tears running down your face. “Who knows…maybe we can meet up one day or whatever.” He said handing you a piece of paper with his number on it. You smiled. “Y-Yeah..thanks. I’ll miss you guys more than anything.” you said. Bakugou hated it when he was forced into a group hug. He hates physical contact but tolerated it for you. He’s always had a soft side, though he's a total asshole. 

Everyone went their separate ways. You didn’t stay in contact with Izuku. He’s “too busy.” when in reality he didn't make time. He cared more about being a hero. Bakugou is very serious about it too but he tried and did make time even if it was talking on the phone or meeting up in the city going to places where Quirkless people were allowed in. Sometimes he’d even facetime with you at night even after a long and tiring day. Yes he’d knock out mid way with you but he made the time and it made you happy. 

As time went on Bakugou developed feelings towards you and finally confessed after becoming a hero and you two Immediately started dating. During the ending of highschool there was a bill being set. Quirkless people were not allowed to house with a quirk user unless married. Then 2 years later the bill passed. 

“We could always lie. We don’t have to worry about it. Let me handle it.” Bakugou said, holding you close. You were both 20 and ready to move out. Bakugou was making a great amount of money from being a hero even though he's young. You were in your 3rd year in college studying for business management and English language. You had a small business. It’s going very well. You always have orders coming in. “We can’t lie about it,Kats. If they find out then what?” you asked. “We’ll make it happen eventually.” he replied, pecking your cheek. You nodded slightly. It was your plan with him. Him becoming a hero, you finishing school and starting your small business then soon enough live together. You continued your homework. Thank god you’re the smartest in all your class and gained trust from your teachers. They’d give great recommendations for when you need a job. 

“Hey mom. I brought her to meet you. You’ll love her.” Katsuki said. He brought you into the living room. “Really!? All this time?” Mitsuki said, giving you a big hug. You returned it. She’s known you since a kid; she just never thought you’d end up dating her son. “You should’ve told me since you started dating her. Why did you keep it a secret for so long?” She asked, letting me go. “I told him I wasn’t ready not until I was almost done with university.” You answered. “We were planning to move in together but…the new bill was placed..” he said gripping your hand lightly. Mitsuki knows how much he loves you because when you and Bakugou started she noticed how much he started changing and in a great way. “You two are young. Still in the beginning of the new chapter. Us parents will be here to support you both.” Mitsuki said. 

When you and Katsuki turned 21 he proposed to you. While you were at work he decorated the dining room with candles and roses.(he lived on his own.) He made your favorite meal. The lights were dimmed. “Hey Kats. I'm here. What did you need help with?” you asked as you took off your heels. “Yeah I'm in the dining room,” he replied. You went over and blushed as you saw the lovely decorated table. You both enjoyed the food. You talked and laughed. “You’re such a romantic, it's cute. Thank you for this.” You said smiling. “I have one more surprise.” He walked over to you.” he replied and made you stand up. “ Where are you taking me?” you asked. “No No, just stand there okay. Close your eyes, loser.” he replied. You obeyed him. Bakugou took out the ring and got down on one knee. “Open.” he ordered. When you saw him your heart was racing. “Y/n I'm in love with you and you know that. You give me everything you have to offer. You always express your love to me. Make me the happiest man in the world and marry me.” He asked. You nodded as you started crying with him. He slipped the ring on your finger. When the wedding happened a year later you both were so happy, loved and fortunate, very very fortunate. 

You must be wondering why? Well thank god you and Bakugou decided to try for a baby during the honeymoon and it happened. You were blessed twins, baby boys. During the time you were 7 months the government released the news about planning on injecting half of the quirkless females. An injection to stop them from reproducing. You had your babies and after you got approval from the doctor to have another child. You and Bakugou got to work. It was hard to take care of the twins while pregnant but you and Bakugou want a little tribe. 

“ Morning my wonderful boys.” Bakugou said to the twins who were awake and ready for their bottles. He carried both of them and got comfortable on the couch he fed both of them. Struggled but fed them. You were still asleep. He makes sure you get proper rest which is why he took time off work. To help you around the house another set of twins are on the way. You woke up around 9:30 am“Kats?Kousuke?Kensuke?” You called. “In the bathroom babe!” Bakugou said. He was giving the twins their baths. Kensuke was the calm one and Kousuke…sweet lord he’s the wild one. You walked in and saw Bakugou’s shirt all wet. The boys cooed and kicked as Bakugou made silly faces. Kousuke splashed water as Bakugou lifted him to scrub his back. “Let me help kats.” you said with a smile. It took about a good 30 minutes to bath them and have them all set . 

You had a small and cute gender reveal only you,bakugou, his parents, yours and your 2 siblings. It was inside the second nursery. Your sister knows the genders so she planned it. “You guys ready?” Mitsuki recorded. You and Bakugou took a deep breath and then let go as you both opened the closet. Half of it was filled with boy clothes and the other with girl clothes. You shared a kiss with Bakugou. Everyone clapped. “ I love you and our babies.” Bakugou said as he rubbed your bump. “ We love you too, loser.” you replied. Months later you pushed your beautiful babies out. 

You guys want a K family and you also wanted to have one more pregnancy. Hopefully you’re not one of the chosen quirkless females for the injection and lucky for guys you werent. By the time you and Bakugou were 26 you had 6 kids. 

Kids' names. K family. Eldest to youngest.

Kousuke Bakugou(m)

Kensuke Bakugou (m) 

Kyousuke Bakugou (m)

Kimiko Bakugou (f)

Kaoru Bakugou (f) 

Kaisei Bakugou (m)

You changed the kids out of their pjs and into cute clothes. Your mother made a family gathering. Bakugou hugged you from behind then nibbled on your ear whispering, “We should have one more, don't you think my sexy girl.” Your eyes widened when you felt his bulge. “ Go fix your problem in our room.” you said. “ Come on one more?” he begged, leaving a hickey on your neck. You saw the kids fall asleep as you packed up their diaper bags. “ Katsuki Bakugou no.” you replied. His hands roamed your body. When he got to your breasts you moaned as he pinched your nipples,you felt your milk leak a bit. “ one more.” he whispered in your ear and then licked your neck. “Fuck it.” you gave in. He was about to carry you away until baby Kaisei started crying. Bakugou rolled his eyes. “Mommys boy for sure,” he said. You smacked him then carried Kaisei, rocking him in your arms. Bakugou looked at him playing with his little hand. Kaisei wrapped his hand around Bakugou’s finger and gripped it. When the kids do that to him he always ends up crying. You never knew why but he always smiles and pecks their hands in the process. 

The best part of it all is that your children grew up with quirks. When they got their quirks you and Bakugou were blessed. Blessed to be able to stay with your family. 

You both were blessed by God to keep your loving family.

[teddypines]

Nighttime Troubles

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Summary: Y/N having trouble sleeping with out their dad while their other parents try to calm them down and get Tony back in bed.

Note: Gn!Reader, around 3 years old. Yes Soap is the name of her sheep plushie, because i love my Soapie to much and he needed to be in my story.

Art/picture is from Pinterest, credits go to whoever made it. I just put it together like this.

Translations: Dorogoy = Sweetheart (And expensive, for some reason, if you know why this is please tell me. Translate is weird.)

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Y/N was having a rough couple of nights, the nightmares they had were getting too much for their little mind. Feeling so many big feelings and seeing scary things in their dreams. This didn’t bother the Avengers however, they all loved the little koala. Their koala was a bit of all of them. Their little miracle in life, their light. After defeating Loki everything went pretty fast for the Avengers and just 2 years later they got married, all 6 of them (Tony bribed the minister and the person that would approve the paperwork) and in 2015 their little koala was born. 

Natasha was walking Y/N around the master bedroom, shushing them as she bounced them a bit in her arms. “shhhh, Dorogoy, it’s okay momma is here. No more nightmares, shhh.” She whispered to the little one as Thor came back into the room with a few extra plushies from Y/N’s room. “I didn’t know which one they would want, so i got them all.” Clint laughed a bit and grabbed the little sheep plushie from the stack in Thor’s arm. “This one, Soap, remember this one Thor. Soap is the favorite.” Natasha rolled her eyes and kissed Y/N’s cheeks.

After a few minutes Steve was done warming up Y/N’s bottle and quickly made his way back to the bedroom. “Any progress?” He asked worriedly as he handed Natasha the bottle. “No, not yet, Bruce is still trying to get Tony to come to bed, but he’s probably dealing with his own nightmares.” Clint answered. They all knew that Y/N slept the best between Bruce and Tony. Probably because they liked being in a science sandwich and Bruce and Tony were the warmest out of the parents. Natasha yawned as she sat down on the bed with Y/N. “Thor? Do you still have that story book somewhere? that one with both folktales and fairytales?” She asked, hoping that reading to Y/N would calm them down.

“Yes! I’ll grab it and read to the little one!” Thor cheered as he walked over to the book shelf and grabbed the book Natasha mentioned. He went to the bed and sat next to Natasha and Y/N before starting to read in the soft tone he only used with Y/N. “This one is called ‘The Forest Bride’. There was once a farmer who had three sons,” Thor read to Y/N, and secretly Natasha. Y/N wasn't crying anymore as they suckled on their bottle while listening to Thor reading their favorite story. 

Steve and Clint smiled at the three of them on the bed. “I’ll go check on Bruce and Tony.” Steve said before stepping away from Clint. Sadly Steve jinxed it, Bruce walked into the bedroom. Clint gave Bruce a worried look and opened his arms for him. Bruce walked defeated into Clint’s arms. “I tried, he just won’t listen to me right now. He’s scared to go to bed and then hurt Y/N if he wakes up” Bruce explained quietly. Steve sighed. “I'm going to talk to him, this is the biggest load of bull shit i’ve ever heard, and that is saying a lot.” he fumed before leaving the bedroom. 

Bruce looked over at the bed and saw Natasha asleep against Thor with Y/N on her lap. Thor was still reading the story to their koala. Clint looked down at Bruce. “Wanna go sit with them?” Bruce nodded and Clint smiled as he helped Bruce to the bed. He made sure Natasha, Bruce and Y/N were okay with Thor, who was now happily reading the next story in the book, before following after Steve.

When Clint was close to the lab he could hear Steve and Tony yelling at each other. He walked around the corner and saw Tony tinkering on one of his suites while Steve yelled from Bruce’s desk. 

“Just don’t Steve, just don’t, okay? I am not going to bed!” Tony hissed as he slammed down his screwdriver. “No, I won't let you stay up like this. You have to sleep, you need sleep to function. How are you supposed to take care of yourself or Y/N if you are not sleeping, not well rested. You know it's safe in the bedroom, you know you won’t hurt us or Y/N. You know damn well that you are just running away right now!” Before Steve could say more Clint put a hand on his back and gave him a look. 

Tony looked over at Steve when he didn’t continue his rant. He saw Clint by Steve's side, he let out a big sigh before responding. “I think I know my own health better than you do Star Spangled Banner. Now leave me alone! I do not need this! I do not need sleep. I do not need you, or anyone else to take care of me! I am fine!” He yelled at both his husbands. He didn’t need them, didn't need to be told he wasn't actually doing fine, but even with a few years of therapy and loving partners, Tony could still fall back into old habits. 

Clint tried to reach out for Tony, tried to tell him he was wrong but yelling came from the hallway before he could. A very angry Natasha, followed by Thor and Bruce came Into the lab. Y/N in her arms. “Anthony Edward Stark! Hold your child!” She hissed before handing Y/N over to Tony. Y/N reached out for Tony and he reluctantly took them from Natasha. “Daddy…” Y/N whispered into Tony's shoulder. This broke Tony a bit, not just a bit, but more than he liked to admit.

“I… I think I might need some help… And Someone to take care of me and take me too bed…” Tony admits as he held the little koala. Natasha smiled and grabbed onto Tony's arms. “Let's get you two to bed. Thor will continue his story and you two can cuddle with Bruce. We'll deal with the rest tomorrow” Natasha said before leading Tony away from his work.

Soon after both Y/N and Tony were on the big bed. Thor reads more of his stories to Y/N, and the others. As Bruce held Tony close with Y/N in between their science sandwich. Y/N was already fast asleep when Thor finished the first story. With Natasha following shortly after. Clint was the next one to fall asleep, somewhere between story three and four, happily in Steve’s arms. Thor fell asleep while reading after Steve fell asleep. But Tony stayed awake, like Bruce. Him keeping an eye on Tony. 

“Want to talk about it?” Bruce asked Tony, he was worried. “Not right now. Is that okay? we will talk about this later?” Tony answered to which Bruce pulled him closer, letting Tony be the little spoon. “Yeah, that is okay. But we are going to talk about this, because we are worried and want to help you, because we love you. Just like we love this little koala.” Bruce said before fixing Y/N’s hair a bit. “Just let us help you like you always want to help them.” Tony nodded his head slowly before kissing Y/N’s head. “We’ll talk after I slept for more than 6 hours.”

“Just close your eyes” Bruce whispered before he felt a small kick against his back. “Go to sleep” Steve whisper yelled tiredly. Y/N hugged Tony’s arm and snored a bit as Bruce and Tony finally closed their eyes to sleep.

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Somewhere in the middle of the night Soap, the sheep plushie, fell out of the bed. This was quickly noticed by Y/N who started to wiggle out of the science sandwich. they crawled to the end of the bed and reached over the end towards Soap. they almost had the plushie before losing balance. With a small thud they fell off the bed and hit their bum on the floor. 

Loud crying woke everyone but Clint, he didn’t wake up since he didn't have his hearing aid on. Yes he forgot to take them out after falling asleep next to Thor and the battery was now dead. Steve was the first to get to Y/N he picked up the little one and the sheep. “shhh, baby doll, it’s okay. Daddy is here, shhh, you’re safe in daddy’s arms.” Steve whispered to Y/N. Thor shifted over to Steve and Y/N and carefully took them from Steve. He gently put Y/N underneath his nightshirt and held them and Soap against his chest.

Thor always thought Y/N was given extra sensitive and given bigger emotions by the gods then normal people, or Asgardians. They were he’s sensitive little angel, who needed a lot of touch to feel safe and deal with the big emotions and feelings. “There we go little poptart. Nice and warm with pappa, no one can hurt you here.” Thor rubbed Y/N’s back as he took them back to the bed. Steve smiled at Thor and how comfortable Y/N looked against him. “Owh look at you, are you comfy with pappa?” Natasha asked the sleepy toddler when Thor lay down next to her. Y/N nodded their head and stuck their thumb into their mouth.

“So no need for a science sandwich anymore I see. Well i'll be back in the lab if you all need me” Tony announced and tried to walk past Bruce and Steve. Only for Steve to grab Tony by his shirt collar and pulls him back towards him and Bruce. “You need sleep, Tony. Back in bed.” Steve said in a stern but caring tone. “Or what?” Tony tried. “Or I will lock the lab and you won’t be able to go in until we think you can go in again. No more new Ironman suites or weird nicknacks. No more Peter Parker coming over for his ‘internship’.” Steve answered. The thing about not doing fun science things with Peter did it and Tony walked back to the bed. Tony liked (Loved) Peter too much, some might say he was his son. 

Bruce and Steve made it back to the bed and lay down besides the others. Y/N was already fast asleep again underneath Thor’s shirt. Clint was still asleep and snoring as Natasha cuddled up to him. The others pulled the covers back up and snuggled up before going back to sleep. Tony did try to sneak out of bed again once when he thought everyone was sleeping. only for Steve to pull Tony back onto the bed and hold him against him.

[abbyfmc]

Yandere Emperor! x Opera Artist! Reader Headcanons:

Warning: This section is a continuation of the previous one, so you have to read the other one to understand this one.

Topics to talk about: Mention of kidnapping, abuse, murder, obsessive and yandere behavior, manipulation, and anything involving yandere behavior. Also, as I said before, I am NOT describing any Asian emperor in particular, so I have created my own; Not to mention that I have used the Chinese imperial harem system as a base, as well as the forbidden city itself. I will name (Y/n)'s children, so I warn you that I am not describing any prince or princess in particular.

Enjoy it!

1. Yan Li knew that because of having such fast promotions the concubines were mostly jealous of you, so to prevent any attacks, he kept an eye on every corner you went to.

2. He also watched over the princes and princesses he had with you, who were the following:

-The third prince, Li Chen (your first child). -The sixth prince, Li Song (your second child). -The eighth prince, Yong Li (your third child). -The ninth prince, Li Yon'er (your fourth child). -The tenth princess, Yan'rong (your fifth child). -The fifteenth princess, Hua Li (your sixth child).

3. Your children also suffered from palace intrigues, so you had to protect each one of them tooth and nail. Yan Li saw this and decided to severely punish any concubine or consort who dares to harm you or your children.

4. To protect (and harass) you, Yan Li selected a specific group of servants for your palace, among them is the one who became your "right hand", a servant in charge of cleaning, named Yuhou.

5. Zhou, meanwhile, was devastated to learn that you were kidnapped by Yan Li in a golden cage, so he tried to enter the palace and enlist in the imperial army, which he succeeded after a few years. If he can't rescue you, he would at least watch over you from the shadows.

6. One day, when you were in the middle of your third pregnancy, you were walking with your maids when they saw each other. One of your maids, Lili (yes, your old friend), noticed this. He was shocked to see you not only dressed as one of Yan Li's consorts (at that time you were still a consort), but he felt her heart break at the sight of you pregnant. You felt like running towards each other, but you loved your children too much to challenge Yan Li like this.

7. --He… forced you?-- Zhou asked after remaining silent in surprise. You could only nod at that moment.

8. --Yes, isn't it obvious?-- You answered and left, being very devastated just like him, not knowing that Yan Li himself was watching them, angry and jealous.

9. Yan Li made sure you would never see your loved one again, taking him out of the forbidden city on super difficult military missions, basically sending him to die multiple times on purpose.

10. You suspected that Yan Li would find out sooner or later, so you purposely avoided meeting or talking about Zhou, no matter how sad it made you. You didn't even mention it to your children.

11. The few times Zhou was in the forbidden city, Yan Li tried to set traps for you to see how far you would go or whether you would be unfaithful to him, and the best thing you did in hoste traps was… stay in your palace and quietly go on with your life. , which Yan Li did not expect.

12. Yan Li has never hurt you physically, rather he threatened or manipulated you, followed by controlling how long you could sing and dance (like when you did before) or not, which discouraged you a lot. He only allowed you to do it for him.

13. I forgot to say that Lili entered the Mese Palace after you were kidnapped, but Yan Li wanted to make sure that she didn't help you escape, so he sent her first to work in the laundry house, the embroidery department, the flower department and gardening and finally in the workhouse where Lili had some acquaintances, both good and bad, and endured a lot of work and humiliation.

14. Each time Yan Li locked you more and more to himself, with the excuse that it was to take care of you, but he only wanted to control you.

15. Yan Li even had every gift that came to you or your children checked. He also appreciated any gift you gave him.

16. You watched your eldest children grow up, marry, and leave your palace for their own princely mansions, one after one. Li Chen was the first of all of them.

17. After you gave birth to Hua Li, you were unable to have children again, but Yan Li didn't care about this and still forced you to stay with him every night he could, now threatening to harm Zhou if you didn't comply with his whims. and you gave yourself to him.

18. Yan Li forced you to spend time with him, and not only at night but also visiting you in your palace, taking walks with him (sometimes with the Empress Dowager as extra company) and even accompanying him on trips and festivals.

19. Speaking of the Empress Dowager, she quite likes you and Yan Li is glad that you get along with her since… well, she's his mother. She is the only person who forgives you for spending a lot of time with her aside from your children and harem problems; He likes that you get along with the highest ranking woman in the empire.

20. Yan Li really likes your son, Li Chen, so much so that he secretly made him his heir to the throne; so neither you nor Li Chen himself knows.

21. In the event that any of your children or one of his consorts helped you escape, Yan Li would banish them from the forbidden city and condemn you to house arrest.

22. During festivals, he would control even who can talk and who can't talk to you. Among the people who can't even get close to you would be your beloved Zhou.

23. A drunk minister once insulted you, and as a result, Yan Li burned his tongue.

24. Yan Li is the one who had all your crowns made to your liking, demonstrating the deep love (or rather, obsession) he had for you.

25. Sometimes during the nights you were forced to give him back massages after a stressful day, and on other nights he would do this with you.

26. The servants even had to be careful not to bump into you, because depending on Yan Li's mood… he may simply punish them, or kill them.

27. As time went by, you became a grandmother thanks to your prince's children, but you couldn't always see your grandchildren since Yan Li liked to keep you prisoner in the forbidden city.

28. Every time Yan Li goes to bathe in his own private hot spring lake, he forces you to bathe with him, even if you don't want to. Likewise, if he knows that you are bathing alone in said waters, he will bathe with you even if you don't want to and he will make you be close to him.

29. He makes sure that every birthday of yours is fantastic.

30. Every time he got sick, he asked you to take care of him. Conversely, every time you got sick he took care of you and by doing so I mean not only getting you the best medicines, but also watching over everything that your maids or the imperial doctor do.

31. The Empress Dowager became ill over the years due to old age, and when she died, you were very sad since she was somehow the closest thing to a mother to you. Your princesses also mourned her a lot, not to mention Yan Li himself. Due to the close relationship Yan Li had with his mother, he was devastated and declared three years of mourning; It was the only time you felt truly sorry for him.

32. Yan Li has given the order that if something happens in the palace or during a trip, they must save you and your children first, since he does not want to see you hurt, injured or in the worst case scenario… dead. That is a nightmare and a terror that has haunted him day after day since he met you, which is why he believes that he is protecting you but in reality he manipulates you, locks you up and isolates you from the world.

33. He admired how you managed the imperial harem and all the internal servant departments with an iron fist, even if he didn't tell you directly.

34. The only excuse Yan Li accepts for you not wanting to sleep with him is if you or one of your children is sick.

35. The only visits Yan Li allowed to you were from your eldest children, either alone or with their wives and children. I don't know if I mentioned it before, but Yan Li noticed the pressure your parents were putting on you, so he sent his guards to "talk nice" to them, and from then on they stopped bothering you.

36. Yan Li saw you meeting Zhou secretly, which made him angry, so that night he threatened you that if you didn't say goodbye, he would kill him in a cruel and painful way. The next day she made you say goodbye to your loved one and then took him out of the forbidden city so that one of his guards would cut his neck, killing him quickly and throwing him into a mass grave. Needless to say, you really hated Yan Li again after that.

37. As the years went by, Yan Li became sicker and sicker, mostly from stress, which you took advantage of to start getting revenge on him, poisoning him.

38. His health deteriorated more and more, until on his final day, when he was dying, you dismissed all his servants from his main hall and then confessed to him. Yan Li was very angry and felt very betrayed, but he could do nothing but listen until he died at the hands of the person he loved so much.

39. During Yan Li's funeral, you pretended to cry, not knowing that your real happy days began from that moment. Yan Li's trusted eunuch read the emperor's will, which stated that Li Chen would be the new emperor, and you would be the empress dowager. Long story short, your son ascended the throne, reshaped your living conditions, and the other consorts became "widow consorts." You no longer had to worry about anything, you would just live in peace from now on, taking care of your daughters until they grow up.

40. However, Yan Li was waiting for you in the other world. He has told you years before he died that even if he passes away first, he will be waiting for you in the next life where he will find you and make you his again.

-Fin. So, what do you think about this part two?

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Words Unspoken (1)

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader

Warning: A little angst, some hurt, more in other chapters

Summary: You and Lee Know used to be best friends, but after an issue, you weren't. 6 years later, he's back in your life and you hate it.

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: big thank you to @pali-writes-atiny-bit for all your help with this one!!

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“Abso-fucking-lutely not.” You deadpan, your eyes twitch, as you glare at your editor. She sighs as she adjusts her stance, poking her hip out a little, crossing her arms. 

“Are you really going to argue with me over what you're assigned too?” She asks. “You write about celebrities, he's a celebrity. What's the issue?” 

“Yes, I do write about celebrities, but this particular one I will not write about. I just can't. I guarantee he will even talk to me. He hates me!” You explain. She looks at you with that unimpressed look.  “And I'm also just not a fan of his music.” You yell, throwing your hands up in the air. You can't even find the right words to express to her how much you didn't want to see him and have to write this article. Although you shouldn't be panicking, he would never talk to you. Hell, it had been 6 years since you'd last seen or talked to him.

“Well, I'm sorry Y/N but you not being a fan isn't a good enough reason for you to not do this interview. He's the hottest artist right now and I want that exclusive.” She says, glancing at her watch. “You better hurry. You've only got an hour to make it to the Cafe.” She grins, walking back into her office, sliding the door closed. 

You fake cry and whimper as you throw your head back, stomping your foot like a child. God dammit. 

“Y/N.. this might be a good thing. You can maybe clear the air?” Han asks, popping his head out from behind his cubicle. 

“There's nothing to clear, Han. He did what he did and I did what I did and that's that.” You sigh, gathering your belongings. 

“YN. It's been 6 years. Don't you think it's time?” He asks. 

“Do you still talk to him?” You ask. 

Han’s eyes darted around the room, avoiding your question. 

You roll your eyes. The betrayal you felt. “Ouch.” You whimper, placing your hand over your heart. “That stings, Jisung. I thought I got custody of you in the end.” You say, walking to the front door. you can hear him behind you scrambling to stand up. 

“Jisung!?” He yells. “You only call me Jisung when you're mad at me! Are you? Are you mad at me? Y/N!” He yells even louder as you walk out the door. 

45 minutes later you're sitting at a table, your legs crossed, your foot shaking as you wait for Lee Know. Your fingers tap the cup of coffee that you hadn’t even taken a sip of. 

“Oh fuck no.” You hear. You look up and see a very unimpressed Lee Know. 

“I feel the same.” You say, crinkling your nose and rolling your eyes at him. “Believe me, I tried to get out of this.” 

“Clearly you didn't try hard enough. You know what? I'll make this easier on both of us, I'm not doing this interview unless it's with someone else.” He deadpans. 

“I'll call my editor.” 

You pull out your phone dialing her number before putting the phone on speaker, placing it on the table in front of you. 

“I swear to god Y/N..if this is you complaining about him..” she starts. 

“Mrs. Shin, you're on speaker phone and he can hear you.” You start. She stops talking. “He's refusing to do the interview with me.” 

“I don't believe that. You're wonderful and a great journalist. Stop making things up.” She scoffs. 

“She's not making it up. I will not do it with her. You have to send someone else.” He interrupts. 

“What the hell have you done to each other to hate each other so much?” she sighs. 

Your mind travels back to the past. 10th grade and you had gotten your first boyfriend. Park Chanyeol. He was everything you had ever dreamed of in a man. Tall, handsome, funny, sweet, not to mention he was one of the most popular guys in your school, and he had asked you out. 

Even though you were fairly popular, a lot of people knew you but you didn't feel like it. You felt like a fraud even when you were being your authentic self. It was almost as if your life was a movie and you were playing the role of someone else. You shook all that off once you got with Chanyeol. He seemed to bring out the best in you and all your friends were so happy for you. 

Until they weren't and he started bringing out the worst in you. 

“Okay, Y/N. It’s time for the truth, honestly. What the fuck is going on with you?” Chan asks. You sit on the couch in the basement of his parents house, surrounded by your closest friends. 

“What are you talking about?” You ask, trying to force yourself to laugh. You hoped it sounded real but you knew it didn't. 

“You look terrified all the time, the circles under your eyes are awful, You're jumping at every turn.” Seungmin sighs. 

“Not to mention you look like you're about to burst into tears constantly.” Jisung pouts. 

You knew they cared about you and you knew that you should tell them. But you didn't know if you could. Things with Chanyeol were good, when they were good. But as of late, things had mostly been bad. It seemed like you couldn't do anything right for him and he'd stand there and scream at you for hours, telling you how shitty of a person you were, how ugly you were and how much of a slut you were apparently. And the saddest part of it was his parents would see you on your knees, crying and pleading for him to stop and they would walk away and pretend not to see anything. If you walked around with bruises on your arms around them, they ignored it. They enabled him because they were scared of him. You knew that now but not back then. Back then you thought that it was love and you thought that you deserved it. So you put up with it, everyday, only trying to be better for Chanyeol. You just wanted his approval and love. Sometimes he would give it to you, and he would be the boy you fell in love with but once he got into one of his moods, or accused you of something that was the end of it. He was back to ignoring you, belittling you, doing everything he wasn't supposed to do. 

Until one day it stopped. 

Chanyeol wouldn't look at you, he wouldn't talk to you. He stopped returning your phone calls, he stopped replying to your texts. It was like he ghosted you but you still saw him at school. He acted like your relationship Never even happened, like you were nothing to him. So you made a plan to confront him. You watched him walk into the bathroom and you followed him. There was nothing he could do now. He couldn't run away from you. 

“Why are you ignoring me?” You ask, arms crossed. Chanyeol jumps, turning around to face you. 

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” He snaps. 

“What did I do now? Why aren't you talking to me?” You ask. 

“Because I'm done with you. It's over. Leave me the fuck alone.” He says. 

You didn't like that answer. And you could tell that he didn't care. “I don't want it to be over.” You whisper. “I love you.” 

“I don't give a fuck what you want. Fuck off.” He snaps, moving past you and out of the bathroom. Leaving you trembling, trying desperately not to cry. 

Why weren't you good enough for him?

You walk out of the bathroom, seeing Minho talking to Chanyeol at the lockers. You had come out only to hear the last of Minho's sentence. 

“She's pathetic, right?” Minho asks. 

You stare at him. “What?” You ask. 

Minho turns to look at you. “That's not…” he pauses. 

“That's what you think of me?” You ask, sniffling. “Nice.” You murmur, turning to walk away. He doesn't try to stop you. He doesn't care. He thinks you're pathetic? Then fuck him. But you couldn't let him get away with it. Not now. You turned back around, storming up to him. 

“You think I'm pathetic? I've done nothing but support you and your dreams! I can't believe you think so lowly of me after everything I've done for you. You're a real piece of shit, and an even worse friend. At this rate you're no better than Chanyeol. Don't ever talk to me again!” You scream, tears streaming down your face. Your heart was shattered. Chanyeol, yeah that hurt but Minho? Who was supposed to be one of your closest friends? That fucking shattered you. And from that day, you and Minho did not talk. You wanted nothing to do with him and you had nothing to do with him and assumed he wanted the same. You avoided him at all costs, and eventually lost touch with a few of the other guys. The one two you remained close with was Jisung, who you worked with and Felix, who lived with you and Jisung. The rest of them, you  had no idea what their lives had turned out like. And that made you sad. 

** 

“It doesn't matter, it was years ago. He doesn't want to do the interview with me. So can you send someone else?” You ask. 

“Can he stick around for an hour to wait for someone?” Mrs. Shin asks. 

“I'm a busy man. No I can't.” Minho answers. 

“Y/N, we need this interview.” Mrs. Shin tries to whisper. But Minho hears and rolls his eyes. 

“I'll come to your office tomorrow. But I want a different journalist.” Minho says. 

“Yes, Okay you got it. Thank you, Minho.” She says, way happier than when she talks to you. 

“Yeah.” He grumbles, turning around to walk away. 

You scoff. “Still an asshole, I see.” You say to yourself as you pack up your belongings. You grumble to yourself as you walk towards the train station, to make the 45 minute journey back to your office. 

When you do return, Han stands there with a coffee in his hand and a smile on his face. “For you, my most favorite Y/N in the world.” He smiles, handing the coffee to you. 

“I'm the only Y/N you know.” You say, giving him the side eye. 

“How was it with Minho?” Han asks. 

“How do you think it went?” You ask. “He refused to do the interview with me.” You say. 

“Seriously?” Han says. “What even happened between the two of you?” He asks. “Neither of you will say much about it.” 

“And I still won’t. Sorry, Han. It's in the past and I'm not trying to relive it.” You say.  “He's coming to the office tomorrow to do the interview with someone. Whoever that is, I have no idea but good luck to them.” You say, taking a sip of your coffee before sitting back at your desk, trying to focus on your work. But unfortunately you could only think about the past. Sometimes you miss him. You missed his friendship, his hugs, his warmth, but you were still hurt by what he said and the way he didn't give a fuck about it. You tried to not either but that was easier said than done. 

“You okay?” Han asks, bringing you out of your thoughts. 

“Huh? Oh, yeah I'm good.” You say, picking up your phone, reading a text. “Felix wants to meet for drinks.” You say, looking up at Han. 

“I could drink.” He says, walking back to his desk. You send a quick message to Felix letting him know you guys would meet him there before you began packing up your things. This was just what you needed to forget this shitty day. 

A few minutes later, you and Han are walking out of the office, heading towards the train to head over to the bar. 

“How was your day?” Felix asks, taking a sip of his beer. 

“You'll never guess who I was face to face with today.” You say, sipping your cocktail. 

“Mr. Lee Minho.” Felix smiles. 

“How'd you know?” You ask, a little shocked. 

“He texted me.” Felix says, shrugging his shoulders. 

“What? What did he say?” You ask. 

“He just said that you were the one who was supposed to interview him.” Felix says. 

“What else?” 

“That he refused to do it with you.” 

“Yes he did. I didn't even want to do it in the first place but I was forced to.” You groan, dropping your head into your hands. “Why did it have to be him?” 

“Do you know how many people are trying to get literally anything from him? You guys are lucky he's even coming down to your office to do it. He turned every other company down.” Felix explains. 

“Then why this company? Why would he choose the one Han and I work at?” You ask. 

“Han. You wanna take this one?” Felix asks, looking over at the quiet man. 

“I um… might have asked him…as a favor.” Han smiles. 

“Jisung.” You murmur. 

“Not the Jisung again! I was just trying to help! This interview could really boost our credibility!” He says. “We needed something big.” He says. 

“I mean I can't blame you for that. It just sucks. But now no more talking about him. Felix, how was your day?” You ask, trying to change the subject, and thankfully it worked. But only for a little bit, as you continued to drink, your inhibitions were lowered, leaving you feeling slightly vulnerable. What sober you didn't want to talk about, drunk you was ready to spill some of the tea. 

“You think I'm pathetic?” You scoff. “You're fucking pathetic.” You sigh loudly. “Does he still think that?” 

“What are you talking about, Y/N?” Felix asks, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. 

“What does it matter?” You slur. “It's been 6 years… who cares anymore. Not me!” You mumble. 

“Y/N, are you talking about Minho?” Han asks, glancing over at Felix who was wondering the same thing. 

“Who wants to talk about Minho?” You ask. “Not me.” You pout. “I just… I just wanna know why.” You whimper. “Did he always think that? Why was our friendship so fucking easy to give up on?” You sniffle. You can feel the tears welling up in your eyes and you didn't want to cry. 

“I've been fine for 6 goddamn years. I'm not going to start this now. Let's drink!” You yell. 

“Maybe we should call it a night?” Han asks. 

“I think that's a good idea.” Felix laughs, placing some cash on the table. 

“You're a good idea.” You murmur as Han helps you up, wrapping his arm around you to help you walk. “I'm sleepy.” You yawn, making Han and Felix laugh. 

You slept well that night, and remembered nothing in the morning time. 

** 

“Y/N, good morning.” Mrs. Shin smiles at you. You hold your head, sunglasses covering your bloodshot eyes. You felt like a bag of shit and you just wanted to go home and go back to bed but you unfortunately were an adult who needed to do adult things. 

“Morning.” You croak. She looks at you concerned but you just wave her off. You're not in the mood to talk about it right now. You sit down at your desk, putting your head down on the desk, groaning, loudly. 

“Y/N… I need you to sit in on an interview today.” Mrs. Shin says, leaning against your desk. 

“But why?” You groan. 

“It's one of the newbies. That's the only person I had available for this interview.” She says. 

“I could have done it.” You say, pinching the bridge of your nose. 

“No you couldn't have.” She says. “It's Lee Minho. And he's going to be here in 10 minutes.” She says. 

“What makes you think he's gonna say shit when I'm in the room?” You ask. 

“Technically you're not doing the interview.” She smiles. “So it shouldn't be a problem for you to just supervise, right?” 

“Oh my god.” You groan. This was it. This was your fucking nightmare and you had absolutely no way out of it.

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WHY YOU SHOULD WATCH 莲花楼 MYSTERIOUS LOTUS CASEBOOK

Guess I’m back for another rec, you know I’m there when I get minimum two bromance dudes and historical and OOMPH if you liked The Blood of Youth this might be up your lane!! Slightly similar main character premise but super good, the trope never gets old!!

TL;DR

- Stupid disciple + his (unknowing) shifu - Enemy bros “where is my shixiong’s remains?!” + “defeat me and find out” vibes who have to work together and form their deep friendship and get past misunderstanding and mystery blah blah love it - All-powerful legendary swordsman losing all his powers and becoming a legendary physician - Everything is about dead shixiong we don’t even know how the man looks like - Investigations and jianghu shenanigans, cases!!!  - Uwu puppy dog and good in martial arts disciple and his sickly, ex-legendary and still cool shifu who doesn’t know he’s a shifu LMAO - Yes uwu bromance, especially cuz shifu is DYING and he is WEAK and he gonna spit out blood and faint everywhere as they find cure for him 

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AIRING DEETS

Total episodes: 40

Premiered on: July 23

VIP ends: August 18

Can be watched from iQiyi

Airing schedule: 6 episodes on the first day, 2 episodes everyday after for 6 days, then 8 episodes a week except for the last week, that has 6 episodes with finale

SUMMARY

Ten years ago, Li Xiangyi who was master of Sigu Sect, challenged Di Feisheng, master of the Jinyuan Alliance, to a fight on the seas, where they both end up critically hurt as Li Xiangyi tries to find out where his shixiong’s (Shan Gu Dao) corpse and bones went - his sect was attacked on the same day, and when he returns to the sect, critically injured, he sees some of his deputies blaming him for the attack, and instead of going in, he disappears after that.

Ten years later, Li Xiangyi is now Li Lianhua (Lotus Li LMAO) and he’s an eccentric but skilled doctor who has his eyes on earning money. By chance, he meets Fang Duobing (Fang Many Illness LMAO), a young, aspiring detective who’s super skilled in martial arts, but he’s been unable to enrol in Bai Chuan Yuan (the past Sigu Sect), a sort-of sect that plays an enforcer role in the pugilistic world and helps to solve cases, arrest wrongdoers, and the like. Fang Duobing’s dream is to get in, but as he’s the only son of two powerful people who’ve been refusing to let him be part of Bai Chuan Yuan, he’s failed the test 3 times despite being the most-skilled one there. On his third try, however, he tells the four masters of Bai Chuan Yuan that his shifu is Li Xiangyi, a Li Xiangyi who used to be a part of Bai Chuan Yuan and is still greatly missed by the four masters. They agree to it, but only if FDB solve three cases with arrests.

His first case leads him to meet LXY who’s now known as Li Lianhua, and their meeting doesn’t go off to a great start; FDB is idealistic and a rich, wealthy young master at heart who’s never suffered much hardship, and LLH drugs him after and scolds him for being too trusting of people and being too obvious, going around with two servants. LLH leaves him with parting words, only to meet him again later at the scene of the crime.

They solve cases together from there; LLH is still looking for his shixiong’s body ten years later, and decides to solve cases with FDB as a guise to get closer to the truth, making use of FDB slightly. Later, Di Feisheng recognises him, and the three of them are forced to become allies/friends to uncover a greater conspiracy. The clock is ticking for them as well, as Li Xiangyi was poisoned and injured ten years ago, and was given only ten more years to live. The story begins in the year that he’s meant to die.

*Fang Duobing met Li Xiangyi when he was young and still sickly, and Li Xiangyi encouraged him, and Fang Duobing held onto his every word and suffered a lot to become healthy again and as skilled as he is today, all because Li Xiangyi said those words to him that year ;-;

WHY YOU SHOULD WATCH

(1) Fight scenes are GREAT 

- Water water water

- All female sect?!

(2) Bromance, subtle for now, but greater later I assume - ZENG SHUNXI’S FACE HE SO PUPPY BLURBLUR AND SMILING?! AND CHENG YI SMIRKING?! Like Fang Duobing is just wagging his tail and running after a person he doesn’t know is truly his shifu as he claims LOL

(3) Shifu Li Xiangyi not knowing he was shifu to Fang Duobing

(4) Li Xiangyi being the reason for Fang Duobing to EXIST but Li Xiangyi ain’t around anymore (not) and he sad and Li Xiangyi can’t tell him who he is UWUUUU

(5) Familiar faces hehe if you are a SNGX/The Blood of Youth and SHL fan 

(6) CASES ARE INTERESTING!!!

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17- S. J

synopsis: Sim Jaeyun lived next door to the Kim twins. One day they were planning sleepovers and on the other he was on an airplane moving to Australia. 17 years later, she found a man called Jake standing in her living room. An old friendship rekindles and a new love arises.

Disclaimer: nsfw, there's a lot of smut here!!

Inspired by 17 by Pink Sweat$ (but not really, lol).

A/n: I think this one is longer than the others (not sure, tho). Enjoy!

Kim Sunoo and his twin sister lived next door to Sim Jaeyun. They knew each other since the Kims still shared a placenta and Jaeyun was only a few months old. When kids, they used to play everyday, to plan sleepovers, they even walked together at school, almost as if the 3 of them were 1. But one day, when Jaeyun was 7 and the other 2 were 6, the older one's father had to move to Australia cause of his job and, of course, he and his mother had to go too. 

The day Jaeyun came to the Kims’ residence to say goodbye, the Kim girl, as he called her,  gave him a necklace “When you feel scared or alone, you hold this necklace and remember I’ll always be with you” he smiled, then repeated what she said “You’ll always be with me” she nodded, then the two kids hugged, the tightest hug they ever had given to someone till that point “Come back one day” “I’ll” “Do you promise?” “I do”, they interlaced their pinky fingers and the pact was made.

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17 years later:

“KIM SUNOO, I SWEAR I’M GOING TO KILL YOU IF YOU DON’T GET OUT OF THIS BATHROOM IN THE NEXT 3 SECONDS!” she screamed at her twin brother through the bathroom door. 3 seconds passed. Her threat didn’t seem to have any effect. She started to knock the door uncontrollably. Knock after knock she got angrier and angrier. Till one of the knocks hit the air “You’re going to hurt yourself like that” “Finally!” “You can't rush perfection” Sunoo said with his bag under his armpit, he was right, his skin glowed and his lips were so moisturized that if someone stepped on them, they’d slip and fall. “Get the fuck out!” “Watch your mouth, young lady” he was 16 minutes older than her “You know what? Sharing an apartment with you is my second biggest regret” “What’s the first?” “Sharing an uterus with you!” Sunoo’s mouth turned into an “o” and his hand rested on his chest “I'm offended” “Good!”, then she closed the bathroom door to finally take her shower. Sunoo smiled and with the cutest tone he could make, he hummed “I love youuu” she opened the door and put her head on the gap “Love you too, loser” and closed the door again while Sunoo hopped like a bunny to his room.

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Half an hour later they met again in the kitchen, while Sunoo finished his breakfast and she finished drying her hair with a towel “Oh! I forgot to mention” “What’s it, Sunny?” “Jaeyun is coming back to Korea” “Jaeyun?” she opened the fridge to get some orange juice “Yes! Sim Jaeyun, our childhood neighbor”. She poured the juice on a glass and sipped it as the memory would magically pop into her head “Jaeyun?” “The one who went to Australia when we’re around 8 to 9 years old” “Hum!” she nodded “Oh, yes, I remember him. Wow! It’s been like what? 13 or 14 years?”, she pondered “17” Sunoo corrected her, she looked at her brother with a deadly gaze “Do you still have contact with him?” “I never actually stopped. I mean, after Facebook was invented, of course” “Who’s on Facebook nowadays?, now the older one threw her a deadly gaze. “Anyway, I think we should invite him to stay over while he doesnt find his own place” “Oh! Well, I think it’s ok as long as I don’t have to share my room and he doesn’t take a lifetime in the bathroom like you do”, Sunoo rolled his eyes while she washed the glass she had used. When she finished, she kissed her brother’s cheek “I’m leaving now or I’ll be late to my shift” “Ok, have a nice day!” “You too!” she blew a kiss and left.

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Her job was definitely going to kill her. She loved to be a nurse but, yeah, she was going to die before completing 24. 12 hours inside of a hospital would kill anyone, right? She opened the apartment door, hoping Sunoo had left dinner to her. “Sunny, I’m home!”, she said without looking at the living room while she took her coat off. When she turned around she saw a handsome man standing there. A tall man, who had black, long hair and a silly smile on his face was standing in her living room and she didn’t have a clue why “You… are not, Sunny”, he giggled “No. Guess, I’m not”, she tilted her head, wondering why he had such] a funny accent. “Should I turn around and run cause you’re going to murder me or should I murder my brother for not telling me we were having guests tonight?” the stranger laughed “Sorry, hum…” he approached her, slowly, and stretched his hand “Hi, I’m Jake” “Jake?” “Yes”, she shook his hand, still confused “I don’t think I know you. Are you Sunoo’s friend?” “Oh, yeah! I used to be friends with you too” she furrowed her brows, then lifted them “Oh! Jaeyun?!” he nodded “Sim Jaeyun?!” “Yeah, that’s me” “Oh my god! Hi!” she shook his hand with more enthusiasm “Why haven’t you said it before?” “Well, I did” “No. You said you’re Jake. I don’t know any Jakes” “It’s how people call me now” “Oh…” Sunoo appeared in the living room with 2 bowls, 2 spoons and an ice cream pot “Oh, hi! You’re here!” “Hey…” she let go of Jake’s hand “We’re having mint choco to celebrate Jake’s comeback. It has lasagna for you in the oven�� “Can you help me with the lasagna?” “Why? Are you 6 years ollll…” but she grabbed Sunoo’s ear and pulled him to the kitchen with her

“Auch, auch, auch! What’s up with you?” “Didn't it occur to you that I would like to know he was coming!?” she whispered “I told you he was coming!” he whispered back “I didn’t think it was today!” “I’m sorry, maybe I forgot to mention that” “Maybe?!” “I did. I’m sorry” she huffed “What’s the big deal?” “I could have washed my underwear that is on the dirty laundry, or vacuumed the carpet, or even dressed better after leaving my shift!” Sunoo laughed “Calm down. I don’t think Jake noticed any of that” “What’s with that new name, huh?”  she said, grabbing the lasagna from the oven “It’s how people called him in Brisbane” “Brisbane? Wasn’t he in Australia?” Sunoo laughed more “Brisbane is in Australia” “Oh…” “Relax, baby sister, you will enjoy having Jake around” “Yeah, I’ll love having one more person to fight for the bathroom” “You’re too grumpy tonight” Sunoo gave his back to her to come back to the other room “Where are you going?” “I’m going to eat my mint choco & green tea ice cream” “Ugh!” “Stop with it and come eat with us”. She ate in the kitchen, she wanted distance from that mint choco. 

After she washed the dishes, she joined the 2 men in the living room. “Where’s Sunoo?” “He went to his room” “Hum…” she sat at Jake’s side on the sofa. “Do you really like that shit?” “Which shit?” “Mint choco”, she pointed to the ice cream pot on the center table. “Oh! Not really. It tastes like toothpaste” “I know!” “At least my breath is fresh now”,  she laughed “Why did you eat it if you don’t like it?” “Sunoo was so happy to see me again. I didn’t want to ruin the celebration” “That’s very sweet of you, but now you’ll have to eat it every time” “Ah… At least he will be happy, right?” she smiled, then nodded in disbelief “You’re too nice in my opinion” she stood up “I’m going to sleep now, don’t you dare linger in the bathroom!” “Linger…” “Yeah, if you take too long to shower and do skin care, you go after me cause I’ve to work, capisci?” “Capisci” she nodded and started to make her way to the bedroom “Good ni…” “I’m not jobless if you want to know” she turned to him “Really?” he nodded, she crossed her arms  “What do you do for a living?” “I’m a chef” “A chef?” “Yes” “Oh…” “When I moved to Brisbane, my mother started to run a restaurant. While she loves managing, I love cooking” “And are you a good chef?” “You tell me. The lasagna you eat for dinner, I made it” she uncrossed her arms “Oh! Is that why you came back to Korea?” “A korean food critic tried my food in the restaurant I worked in Sidney and invited me to be the head chef in his new restaurant in Seoul” “Wow!” “But worry not, I won’t block the bathroom. I take night shifts” he winked at her. she parted her lips “T-thank you…” she cleaned her throat “I’ll sleep now” she pointed to the corridor “Thanks for the meal and… good night” he chuckled “Good night, Kim girl”.

…

A week passed, she had a day off and she decided to spend it on her bed. She spent almost all day inside of her room alternating between sleeping and watching an episode of Bridgerton. But around 4 pm, she got hungry. So she decided to go to the kitchen and grab a snack. She opted for a bowl of fruit loops without milk and a cup of orange juice. She also decided to pass by the living room to let Sunoo know she was alive, but all she could find was Jake watching television. When he spotted her on the doorframe, he paused the movie “Hey! You are at home” “Yes…” “Haven’t seen you all day” “I was in my room all day, after my morning shower” “That’s why, then”, she nodded. “Is Sunny here?” “He went out with… hum…. a tall guy who has a deep voice. With an eyebrow piercing” “Ni-ki, you mean?” “Yeah. Riki… I guess” “It must be, they are very close” he nodded, turning back to his movie. “And you don’t have to work today?” “Only at night” “Oh! Right. I forgot” he nodded before unpausing the movie again. “What are you watching?” “Alien: Romulus” “Is that good?” “This is what I’m trying to figure out” “Sorry” she downed her head and walked toward her room “Do you…” she stopped “...want to watch it with me?” “You don’t mind?” “It’s your home” “I’d love to join you” “Good” he moved on the sofa to make space for her. 

…

For the next 2 hours, Jake just jumped and hid. She wasn’t a big fan of scary movies but Jake didn’t even compare “I’m so embarrassed” “Don’t be. Is no shame to be scared of fake aliens” “Yes, it’s” she giggled. “You used to be scared of those too, do you remember?” “Oh, yes. My mom got crazy with that fear of mine…”, she flashbacked of when Sunoo got the habit of scaring her with a plastic alien he had. “...but those were good times” “Yes, they were” “You know, it was very sad for Sunny and I when you left” “For me too. I wish I didn’t have to” “But it was good, you found your passion, you learned English…” “Yeah… I missed you” “Did you?” “A lot. Did you miss me?” “Honestly, I didn’t even remember of you till 7 days ago” “Oh…” “But when I was a kid I felt your absence” he looked at her, then smiled “You’ve become a beautiful woman” she blushed “Thanks… You are not the weird kid you were too” Jake laughed “Sorry, I meant…” “No, no. I was kinda weird, wasn’ I?” “Yeah, but… you are very handsome now”

“Thank you” they looked at each other for a few moments, feeling the tension in the air, before Jake said something “Can I ask you a question?” “You can ask” “It doesn’t mean you’re going to answer” “Exactly”, he chuckled “Ok. Hum…” he licked his lips, those damn lips, she thought, without being able to take her eyes from them “Can I… kiss you?” “I thought you were never going to ask!”, and quickly she jumped on his lap, straddling him and blending their lips. It was a hot and messy kiss, full of desperation. She was keeping her desire for him for 7 long days already, watching Jake walk around the house with nothing but sweatpants (which marked a lot his member by the way), showing off his sculpted abdomen, biceps, back, everything. And that smirk on his lips, damn, she was on the edge of going crazy.  Jake on the other hand was keeping his desire for her for even longer, damn fucking 4 years already, since Sunoo shared pics of them together on the beach and he got enchanted by her beauty. The desire only grew in the past 7 days, in which he was around her and her bittersweet personality. Maybe for him, that kiss meant more than a whole week of seeing her wearing thigh tank tops and short sleeping shorts without being able to do anything but jerk himself off in the shower after coming back from work and everyone was already sleeping.

Their breaths got shorter and shorter as the kiss deepened, she dipped her fingertips on his black and long and beautiful hair, while Jake’s hands were on her nape and hip to keep her stable and close enough to him. But he didn’t keep them there for long, soon they travelled to her shoulders and started to rip the strains of her pajama, till her breasts almost jumped off the piece of cloth. She moaned inside of his mouth when she felt his finger tips touching the skin right above her breasts.

He pulled away the kiss to lick the soft skin of her neck, leaving a stain there “You don’t mind, do you?” he asked in a sexy tone, against her ear, his breath causing her shivers. She nodded “Give me more. In other places. Mark me everywhere you want to”, Jake smirked and pulled her top down to finally free her breast, they were so round and soft, almost like it would break if he just looked at it “I’ll try to be gentle” “Don’t hold yourself back” he smirked and planted one more kiss on her neck. Before dipping down to suck her nipples. She moaned, gripping on the hair of his nape. Her hips started to move as a reflex from the stimulation he was giving to her, and suddenly she found herself grinding on Jake’s hard cock while he had his mouth on his breast, doing an amazing job with his tongue, she had to admit. Jake noticed what she was doing, so he grabbed her hips and helped to move it. It didn’t take long for them to start feeling their edge approaching, “Jake…” she muttered, breathless “Fuck…”, he cursed “...I’m almost there…” he thighed the grip on her hips, groaning the last words “...Don’t think I can last much longer”, she smirked, slowing down the pace of her grinding, making slow circles with her hips, just to see him begging for her. Jake threw his head back, letting a moan escape his lips, surrendering completely. “Please....”, he tried to speak “... faster”, she took a few more moments to tease him, but she fasted the pace, for both of theirs sake.

She grinded faster again on his hard cock till it wasn’t that hard anymore and his underwear was filled with his release. She muffled Jake’s last groan with a kiss on his lips while she continued to grind till she hit her edge. Jake helped her, slipping a hand inside of her shorts and underwear, rubbing her clit “Damn, you’re wet”, she nodded, closing her eyes shut. He rubbed, she grinded, till she cummed in her lace panties, letting out a sweet moan, the sweetest he had ever heard, before collapsing on Jake’s body. He gently rubbed her back while they caught their breaths. Jake opened his mouth to say something but at the same moment, they heard the door unlocking “Shit!” she mumbled before jumping off Jake’s lap and wearing her top again “Put a pillow on it!”, she said referring to his boner, which has not softened completely yet. “Oh! Ok”, he obeyed her just in time cause Sunoo and Ni-ki just appeared in the living room. “Hi, guys!” Sunoo said with his typical sweet voice tone “Hey!” Jake greeted them “Hi, Sunny. Hi, Ni-ki” Ni-ki leaned on the couch and kissed her face, they were almost siblings, the amount of time Sunoo and him spent together for the past 5 years “Wanna play some game?” “Sure! Let’s go to my room” “Ok” she stood up and Sunoo sat where she was before “Why were you guys doing?”, she held her laugh. “We watched a horror movie” “Oh, I hate them. She’s weak for horror movies too” “I did better than Jake” “Did you?!” Oh, wish I was here so I could have seen it” she smiled, definitely Sunoo didn’t wish he was there. “Hey, is it a hickey?” Ni-ki said, pointing to her neck. Jake bit his lip to hold a smile back, Sunoo made an “o” with his mouth, Ni-ki laughed and she looked at him like she would murder him right there in front of everyone. “Who gave you that hickey?!” Sunoo asked, she was his younger sister after all, “It’s none of your business” she turned around and walked to her room “Hold on!” Sunoo followed “Wait! Come back here! Are you seeing someone?” she slammed the door “Are you using protection?”

Ni-ki and Jake laughed, then the japanese man sat on the couch “Wanna play some game?” “Sure!” “Good” Ni-ki said, already turning the ps5 on. “It was you, wasn’t it?”, Ni-ki asked after a few minutes “What?” “The hickey. It was you, right?” “Why do you think it was me?” “It seemed fresh. Your hair is sort of messy and her cheeks were red” “You’re a good observer” “I know”, he said without taking his eyes from the screen “Relax, I won’t tell Sunoo” “Thought you guys were very close” “We are. I’m also close to her and it is none of my business who she’s letting suck her neck or not. Plus, you seem to be nice” “Well… thank you”. Ni-ki nodded “But for God’s sake, do not do things on the sofa, it’s a communitary furniture! I mean, I sit here too, bro”, Jake blushed “We didn’t…”, then Ni-ki started to laugh “I’m just messing around with you, man. It’s not even my house” “Oh…”, Jake forced a smile, still afraid of Ni-ki “Ok” “Relax, man. It’s all good”, the japanese man poked the other’s shoulder and they continued to play in silence.

…

Later that night after Ni-ki left and Sunoo went to his bedroom, Jake knocked on her door before leaving to work “Jake…” “Hi. Are you ok?” “Yeah” “Did you and Sunoo make amends?”, she nodded “After a long lecture, yes” “Sorry about that” “It’s fine. Not your fault, I blame Ni-ki who can’t keep his mouth shut” “He said he just wanted to tease you. He didn’t imagine Sunoo would care that much” “Yeah, me neither” “So that makes us 3…”, he placed his hands  on his pockets and looked at his feet. “That’s exactly why I shouldn’t be here, about to ask you what I want to ask you” “Do you want to do dry humping again but without clothes?” “I…” he blinked twice and looked at her again, “...well, I wouldn’t complain if you’re up to it but… no, it isn’t what I want to ask” “What’s it, then?” “I would like to take you on a date” “A date?” “Yes. I can cook for you and we can get to know each other better. And if the sex part happens, it’s good too”, she blushed, embarrassed that he wanted to know more about her when she was thinking about how it would be good to actually ride him. “I… I wasn’t expecting it” “It’s ok if you say no. Can we try the fucking part anyways?” she laughed “No, Jake. I… I’d love to go on a date with you” “Really?” “Yes” “Oh, good! I really was hoping you would say yes” “When and where?” “I have a day off on Monday. Was thinking about going to see a few places during the afternoon, then take you to dinner at night. So… Monday at 7 pm?”, she nodded “It’s a date, Sim Jake” “Ok”, he smiled shyly. “I… I have to go to work now…” “Ok. Have a good night” “You too” “See you tomorrow, Jake”, he smirked, leaning down to say something in her ear “Don’t think too much about me or you will have to dry hump your pillow”, she blushed. Then, as nothing had happened, Jake kissed her face and pulled away “See you”, and left. 

…

3 days passed. 3 days of teasing looks, and a lot of sexual tension between the 2 of them. The things which were an unintentional teasing, like not wearing a shirt and wearing short shorts and thigh blouses, became intentional teasing. Everytime the 2 of them were on the small sofa, Jake made sure to be shirtless and to stick on her body. And she made sure to drop things on the floor even more frequently, so Jake could have a better view of her ass or tits. 3 days after the sofa incident. 3 days after the date invitation. She made sure to switch shifts with one of her colleagues to have proper time to get ready for the date. She was alone at home the whole day, so she hydrated her hair, shaved her legs and armpits, made skin care, put on light makeup, and spent 2 hours deciding which dress she was going to wear. At the end, she chose a black basic one. 

Jake got home around 6pm and in less than an hour, he was ready. He knocked on her door, and when she opened it, he couldn’t even speak “You… you are stunning” “Thank you. You look good too” “Thank you, misses. Shall we go?”, he offered his arm to her “Yes”. On the way there, in Jake’s car, she asked him “You said you were going to cook for me” “I am going to cook for you” “So where are we going? Cause you live with me and unless your hunting was extremely successful, you don’t have any other place to cook” “I have my restaurant” “Isn’t it closed today?” “Exactly. We’re going to have a whole restaurant just for the 2 of us” “That’s cool! None other guy have ever done this to me” “See? I’m not the other ones”, she giggled “Oh, I love that song”, it was “Deja Vu” by Post Malone, “Me too” and they sang along the whole way there.

…

Jake prepared bibimbap for her. According to Ni-ki, it was her favorite meal, and he really enjoyed it as well. The restaurant had a low light vibe, which made it even more romantic. They talked about their childhood together, then about Jake’s in Brisbane and hers in Seoul. “I can’t believe you did it!” “Yeah, but Sunoo deserved it” “Remind me of never eating your Binch biscuits” “Biscuits!?’ “There we go… What do you call it?” “Cookies, man” “Ah! Whatever… Are you ready for dessert?” “Yes! It’s my favorite part” “Can you guess what’s it?” “Hum… Brownies?” “No” “Petit gateau with vanilla ice cream?” “That’s a good one, but no” “If is mint choco I will walk out that door and lock you out of my house”, Jake laughed “No! It’s not mint choco”, he offered his hand to her and guided her to the kitchen. He stood behind her and whispered in her ear “Are you ready?”, she nodded “Ok”, he walked to the fridge, then stood in front of her “Ok, you can open your eyes”, when she did, she saw Jake holding a bowl full of passionfruit mousse “Passionfruit!” “Do you like it?” “I love it!” “That's good news”, she licked her lips, making Jake laugh. “Come here”, he placed the bowl on the counter and held her by the waist to put her sitting near the dessert “There you go”, he reached for a spoon, then placed himself in between her legs, to serve her a portion of the mousse. “So?”, she closed her eyes, threw her head back and moaned “So good”, he served himself a portion, and had the same reaction of her “Delicious” “I always wondered why is this called passionfruit” “Maybe cause if you eat passion fruit you fall in love for the handsome chef who served it to you, right into your beautiful mouth”, she laughed “Yeah, maybe” “So I think we should do it again just in guarantee” “I agree”, she placed her hands on his chest and rubbed up and down while he filled the spoon with another portion. He served her, then served himself “You know what would be cool?” “What?” “Serving yourself with mousse…” “But I am already…”

“...directly from my naked body”, Jake stopped chewing, breathing and thinking. She smirked with the expression he had on his face, looking like his last brain cell had died. But it didn’t last long, soon Jake had a smirk on his face as well “You know you always have the best ideas, right?” “That’s what I keep telling everyone!”. Jake placed the spoon on the counter and grabbed her thighs, pulling them so she would lay on the counter, then he grabbed some mousse with the spoon and placed it on her neck before leaning over her body and, at first licking lightly, but then sucking it from her soft skin. She moaned, the different textures and temperatures made a simple neck sucking be even more delicious and pleasurable. “Did you enjoy it?” “So fucking much” “So I can keep going” “Yes, please”, she muttered, he smirked even naughtily, and took the strains of her dress off her shoulders, to place more mousse on her right collarbone, leaving a mark there when he finished sucking. His next victim was her nipples. She shivered when she felt the cold moussed on it. Again, Jake licked, sucked and marked, earning another sweet moan from her. “You’re in the mood for leaving marks tonight, huh”

“I’m going to mark you. Everywhere. So every other guy you give access to your body, will know who you belong with”, his voice tone changed to something dark and deep. “There’s no other guys, Jake”, she held his head “I have only thought about you since the first night I saw you standing in my living room with a silly smile on your face”, he smiled, dipping down to kiss her passionately. His hands pulled her dress up until he had access to her black lace underwear. “Damn, you’re so sexy”, he muttered, feeling his cock pulsing and hurting of desire “You’re too”, she said, pulling him from the collar of  his black shirt to kiss him while she unbuttoned the piece of cloth. When she finished, she rubbed his abs and chest, up and down, feeling his hot skin, moaning on his mouth. Jake couldn’t take it anymore, neither of them could, so he pulled away from the kiss, unbuckled his belt, opened his black pants and pushed it down enough to take his dick off his Calvin Klein’s boxers, ready to fuck her until she screamed his name. But first he slipped 2 fingers on her, to confirm if she was wet enough “Always very wet for me, babygirl”, she moaned when he moved his fingers inside of her “You…”, she moaned again when he moved his fingers again “...I want you. I need you”, she moved her hips which made Jake smirk “Stop moving your hips”, she moved again “Bad girl, must punish you”, her only response was another hip thrust. He smiled, taking his finger out of her and aligning his member with her entrance. He wanted to push it inside of her at once, but instead, he held her hips so she couldn’t move them and penetrated her with his tip only. She contorted herself under him, trying to hold a moan back, failing. “Don’t you hold your moans back”, he took the tip out, then in again,  “Don’t ever do that again, I want to hear them…” , he took the tip out “...all of them”, and in again “Did you understand?”, she whined under him, gripping on the counter, trying not to lose her shit his his teasing, failing on it too. He took the tip out once more “Did you…”, and in “... understand?”, she nodded “Yes…”, she gulped “Good girl” “Jake, please, I need you”, she cried. Jake was about to lose his shit as well, so he nodded and finally released her hips and pushed the rest of his dick inside of her, letting a moan escape from his throat, and pushing down to kiss her neck.

She moaned, louder than the other times and gripped on his hair, trying to release the overwhelm he had put her through. He started to move slowly just to tease her a little more, but as he thrusted, his hips began to move faster on their own. It was unusual for him to listen to the sound of skin slapping, bodies colliding and fluids mixing in that kitchen over the sound of pans and food grilling, but he could listen to it everyday, as long as he was with her, he wouldn’t mind listening to dirty sounds while he prepared a salad. And her moans, it was the best sound he had ever heard. He switched the angle of his hips, hitting a sensitive point on her “Jake…”, she moaned “...right there”, he continued to thrust, till he felt she clenching around him “Feels so good around me, damn”, he groaned “Fuck, Jake, I’m cumming”, she clenched more, he groaned again “Fuck, me too…”, she hit her edge and a few seconds later, Jake hit his. He had to use a strength he didn’t know had left on him for not completely succumbing over her body.

They took a few moments to normalize their breaths, she caressed his hair, and he had his face buried on the crock of her neck. “What’s it?’, she asked, referring to something cold against her chest “It’s a necklace”, he hovered over her body so she could see it. She held the pendant to take a look on it “This necklace… I know it” “Yeah, you gave it to me when I left to Australia” “I know… You kept it all of those years” “I wore it when I got into the airplane and never took it off since then”, she covered her mouth “Jake… that’s…” “I knew you would be with me if I wore it, so…”, a few tears rolled down her face. Jake dried them with his thumb “... you were with me all of those years”, she pulled him for a kiss, a salty kiss due to her tears “I’m… I don’t even know what to say” “So don’t say anything, just kiss me” “Ok”, he kissed her again and they stood there, making out for a while.

…From that date on, they started to go out frequently. Jake also moved from his own place, so they had more privacy. Which meant sex everywhere. In every room of his new house, without the concern of getting caught by Sunoo or Ni-ki or anyone else. Though, they slept over her place too, especially in those days Sunoo wasn’t home. Like that one, or at least she thought he wasn’t. They went to the movie theater the night before, then they came back to her apartment. When she woke up Sunoo wasn’t there yet, neither was Jake. She went out of her room, looking for her beloved, finding him in the bathroom. She knocked on the door “Come in” Good morning, love”, he said when she saw her “Good morning, Jakey”, she said with a sleepy tone “Come here. Join me” “I…”, they never showered together before “I won’t bite you” “I want you to bite me” “So I will bite you” “But not on the neck, it took me a lifetime to convince Sunoo that I wasn’t seeing anyone and  yes, I was using protection”. She took her pajama off and entered the shower, letting the water run over her body. Jake stepped forward, taking her lips on his, till her back hit the cold wall. His hand lifted one of her thighs and he went down on her. Sucking her clit, licking her arouse “Jake, Jake, Jake…”, she muttered, “...come here”, he stood up, and aligned himself  with her, penetrating her at once. He leaned his forehead on hers, without moving yet “You’re not using protection now”, she chuckled “And apparently I’m seeing someone” Jake smiled “Yes, I think you are”, then he started to move. They were so caught up in the moment that they didn’t hear when Sunoo knocked on the door. Since nobody answered, he entered “Oh. My. God” he said, instantly covering his eyes and leaving the bathroom. “Shit” they said in unison. Jake took himself out of her and she ran from the shower, with a towel wrapped around her body, to reach her brother “Sunny!”, she shouted, knocking on the door of his bedroom. He kept silent. “C’mon, Sun. Open the door, let’s talk”, Jake showed up, wearing a robe “He doesn’t say anything”, Jake knocked on the door “C’mon, bro. Show up”, Sunoo opened the door, he had rage coming out from his eyes “You! The girl you bragged about the other day was my sister?! How could you?!”, Jake rubbed his nape, “I welcomed you to my house when you came back to Korea! I shared my bed with you! I didn’t accept when you wanted to pay rent! I even shared my mint choco with you! And you thank me with fucking with my little sister on the shower?!” “Sunoo, you’re overreacting. I’m not a kid anymore”, he looked at her “And you! You said you were not seeing anyone and you were using protection. But in reality, you are seeing someone and you were not wearing protection!” “Sunny, I wasn’t going out with him when you asked” “But why didn't you tell me when you two started to… do whatever you’ve been doing?” “I was afraid of your reaction. The exact one you are having right now. I was afraid of ruining your long term friendship with Jake”

“Well, you shouldn’t worry about it, he ruined  it by himself the moment he decided to get into it”, Sunoo looked at Jake “How could you?!” “I…” he wrapped an arm around her shoulder “I am sorry you don’t like the idea, but I’m in love with your sister. I’m not taking distance from her”, she looked at Jake and Sunoo’s facial expression relaxed “Are you?!”, he looked at her “Yes. I’m so much in love with you”, she smiled “Yeah, me too”. Jake rubbed her cheek with his thumb and they fought the urge to kiss. “Awwww, you love each other!”, Sunoo broke the moment “Aren’t you mad anymore?” “Oh, c’mon. You guys are in love, how could I hate you guys for that?” “But… just now you…” “It was when I thought you were messing around with my baby sister”, he answered with a smile on his face “I’m only 16 minutes younger” “It doesn’t matter”, he hugged the other 2. “Now go finish your shower, and don’t take too long. I have a date today” “What?!”, they said in unison. Sunoo blushed, then giggled while the passionate couple teased him about his date.

[missisjoker]

Fam, I need your help. I have so many questions about Fangs of Fortune lore, but I don’t think I can handle rewatching the show yet- if you know the answers, can you please share?

(Pretty baby!ZYC to catch your attention)

1. Did we ever get an explanation as to why ZYZ, the forgiving and allegedly chatty old demon, didn’t bother to go and talk to his “best friend” of 30k years after they had a fight? I just don’t get what stopped him? Li Lun didn’t hurt the Baize goddess (much), nor did he hurt ZYZ . Killed humans? Yes, but that argument is out of the window since ZYZ had no problem exploding a man’s heart in the first episode just to prove his point. So, why not go and make up? After all they’ve been through? Especially considering that ZYZ knew that the magical STD he accidentally gave LL was killing him, and then helped Baize lock him up for all eternity “to save him”?

2. In the light of the first question- when did ZYZ find out that ZYCs sword can remove the ever burning fire? if he knew that before he showed up at the Bureau, why didn’t he convince ZYC to do it on LL? (It would be a hard sell, yes, but strategically speaking, it would solve most of their future problems- LL would be healed (or dead), and would either stop helping the big evil or even join them).

3. ZYZ and LL at some point fixed a tree and a tower (when they exchanged wedding vows oath at that bloody stone. Why did they have to do it? Where was the Baize goddess then? Or mountain gods? What was it even about? Did we ever get more info or was it just for the visuals?

4. If every Baize goddess was destined to have a demon counterpart / lover (as per that puppet demons story), why wasn’t ZYZ Wen Xiao’s masters destined lover? He spent more time with the master than with WX? And if he wasn’t, where was that masters demon?

5. Is Baize goddess immortal unless killed or suicided, or does she have a mortal life span? Or, does she stay young and healthy until it’s time for her sacrifice for the greater good?

6. Li Lun’s original energy signature was blue with white light. It later got corrupted by the ever burning fire, but when he reconstituted himself from a tree branch, the fire was gone, so why was his energy still smoky black with yellow flashes in it?

[buckyalpine]

always you’s angst only ending … feed us a tiny lil drabble of maybe bucky not stopping until he and bruce and maybe even shuri (cause bby’s the smartest) find a way to bring her back?

like he enters the portal, scoops up her body, and kisses her back to life. then throws her over his shoulder, locks her in his bedroom, and makes love to her for like a week straight.

“she’s barely been back for a month- AND SHE’S ALREADY PREGNANT?!”

- ur local angst slut who’s actually hella sensitive and cannot handle this shit, gossip girl 💋

Always you angst alternative ending 

18+

Okay YES, if your a pure angst fiend, you may ignore this but I'm here to mend hearts from the sadness that was this fic.

Warnings: Angst, FLUFFFFFFF, Smuuuttttt, happy ending 

5 years later

Bucky refused to accept you being gone. He tried to heal, going to therapy, grief counselling, medication, writing letters, everything under the fucking sun to help him come to terms with the fact that he’d never see you again. 

It was impossible.

It ate him alive.

He was physically stronger, pouring all his time into the gym to find a way to numb the pain but he was more mentally fucked than ever.

It had been 5 years, nearly 6 and the raw pain he felt was still fresh. Every night, he'd wake up searching for you. He couldn't let go, holding onto the pieces you had left behind. He wrote to you as often as he could, keeping a locked diary of things he wanted to tell you, letters he knew no one would see but what else could he do when he wanted to talk to you so badly but you weren’t there. 

That didn’t stop him from finding a way to pour his heart and soul somewhere. 

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Happy Birthday babygirl,  I wish I could wake you up with kisses today, tell you how special the world is with you in it, make you pancakes, feed you in bed because I know you’ll cuddle up in the sheets until noon. Buy you a pretty dress, take you out, maybe even go dancing, even if its just me and you and Steve’s playlist of songs from the 40′s. I’d hold you close to me all night until your feet were sore or until Tony told us to turn the cheesy music off. 

I know he secretly ships us (Peter taught me that word) 

If it were up to Stark, he’d throw you the biggest birthday party ever; that wouldn’t stop me from trying to sneak you away for some more birthday kisses. birthday cuddles. Birthday sex...is a new song Sam introduced me to. 

I wanted to do so much with you today sweet girl. Show you how much I love you on your special day. I should have shown you before it was too late. I regret it every single day. I’d give anything for just another day, just so you’d know. 

It was always you. 

Steve brought you some flowers today, Sam brought some balloons. I hope you see them from wherever you are. It’s not the same without you here angel.

We miss you baby. 

I miss you. 

Till we meet again,  JBB 

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Hi Baby, I know it’s not a special occasion, I have no real reason to write today. I missed you though. I wanted to tell you about how I jumped out of a plane today and all I could think of is how much you would have laughed because I didn’t use a parachute. You’re laugh is the sweetest sound in the world and I’d give anything to hear it just one more time.

Sam recorded it all, you would have been the first person he showed the footage to. I’d probably ignore you both and then you’d probably tease me about being grumpy and I’d want a kiss to feel better. And a hug. Maybe some cuddles. Please? 

Also you’d be proud of me today, Red Wing broke and it wasn’t my fault. Promise. I even apologized to Sam after but he doesn’t think I’m being sincere. And I’m not because red wing is a little shit. So is Sam. 

I miss you sweets. I wish you were here. It hurts. Everything hurts. 

I hope we meet again. I’ll never let you go. 

Yours, JBB

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My y/n,

I’m sorry. I should have told you. I regret it everyday. I’ll never stop trying to find a way to get you back. 

I love you,

JBB

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It’s been almost 6 years. It still hurts.

Till we meet again, JBB

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I can’t anymore. I need you back. 

JBB

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There were some days where Bucky was able to focus, writing as much as he could, spilling all of his feelings onto the paper, a tiny part of him hoping that one day he’d be able to give you all his letters so you’d know you were all he could think of. 

Then there were the days where sobs tore through his body, his breathing labored, only managing to scribble three words before crumbling into a dark abyss. Bucky wracked his brain every single day; if you were able to go back once, there had to be a way to get you back again. Bruce and Tony had spent countless hours in the lab trying to find a way to reopen the portal but nothing led to you. 

*****

Bucky stared at his burner, pressing call and ending it before it could go through multiple times before finally letting it ring. There was only one other person he could turn to. He knew he wasn’t going to be immediately welcomed back into Wakanda but this wasn’t just about him. Everyone wanted you back. Nothing was the same without you there. If there was a 1% chance to get you back, he had to try. His chest felt tight as the jet landed in a secluded area having arranged a private meeting with Shuri, the one person he trusted with his life. 

"I-I have a favor to ask" Bucky's eyes were already pleading with her, his heart racing as he approached her, ready to fall on his knees. 

"Anything Sergeant Barnes" Shuri smiled, sensing he was there for something urgent, nodding for him to continue. There was zero hesitation as she immediately agreed to come back with him to try and get you back, bringing her own lab equipment with her so she could work with Bruce. After filtering through a number of timelines and timestamps, she’d managed to pinpoint the portal to find you but it wasn’t without its consequences. 

“You understand you may not return” Shuri whispered as Bucky threw on his tactical gear, insisting on getting you all on his own while rest of the team watched in pin drop silence, reluctantly letting him go alone “And y/n...we can get her back but there's a chance she may not...” 

She squeezed his hand before he stepped onto the platform, not wanting to finish the sentence but he already understood. He knew it was possible he’d find you again but it didn’t mean he’d find you alive. 

“Then at least I get to say goodbye” He gave her a strained smile; he had to bring you home one way or another. If this was how he had to go, he would run happily to his death; he’d be at peace knowing he died trying to find you. With the push of a button, he was instantly thrown into a warp, transported to where you had last been with Nat. Everything came to a halt as he found himself at an abandoned hydra base, the cold nipping his skin. Bucky blinked, his vision focusing on the fuzzy figure laying on the ground, his feet moving before he could process anything. 

There was no one else around. 

It was you. 

His doll. 

His y/n.

He sprinted to you, tears clouding his vision as he approached you, dropping to his knees, both fear and hope fighting for dominance. He found you. You were there. But would he ever actually get you back? Were you even breathing? 

“Y/n?” Bucky cradled you to him, scooping you in his arms and chasing the portal that had already began to close. He held your face to his neck, his metal hand protecting your head, holding you securely against his body as you both fleshed back to the present. 

The team gasped as he appeared on the platform again with you safely tucked in his arms. They didn’t dare move, everyone holding their breaths while Bucky laid you down with you still in his arms, his hand softly stroking your cheek. 

“Y/n? Doll?” His heart was beating erratically, your skin was warm, a glimmer of hope burning stronger as he gently shook you, pressing his cool metal hand against your face. “Please” 

“C’mon doll, come back to me baby, I have so much I need to tell you” He pleaded, his warm breath fanning against your face, tears brimming his eyes. Tony and Steve itched to whisk you off to the medbay while Sam silently shook his head, wanting to give Bucky an extra minute, hoping you’d be able to wake up in the super soldiers arms where you belonged. 

“Baby, wake up sweets” Bucky couldn't help himself, pressing his lips softly to your forehead, trailing feather light kisses down your face while cuddling you. “C’mon I l-love you” His voice cracked, his lips finally pressing against yours. They were still soft, warm, you had to wake up, you had to-

Your lips stirred, your eyes cracking open, taking your first breath as your eyes focused on Bucky. 

“Sweetheart?” Bucky's eyes grew wide, unsure if he was dreaming or not, scrambling to hug you closer, cupping your face gently.  

“Bucky?” Your voice was a raspy whisper, leaning into his touch, feeling his tears fall onto your skin as he pulled you into his chest. 

“My doll” He let out a soft sob, cradling your head as you buried your face into his neck, moved to cling onto him, the last thing you remembered was darkness and now you were in his arms again surrounded by his warmth, his scent. Everyone stayed rooted in place, tears falling freely, dying to grab you, hug you, hold you again but they were not about to separate the two of you, not after how badly Bucky had yearned to get you back. 

“Bucky” You wept, your mind still piecing together how you were back but it didn’t matter, not when he was holding you again. 

“Hi baby” He whispered against your hair, wiping your tears with his thumb, cupping your face, kissing you all over before capturing your lips again, relishing in your touch, feeling your fingers card through his short locks. You lost yourselves in each other, the rest of the world no longer existing. 

“Okay white wolf, When do we get to say hi to our girl” Sam snorted, sniffling seeing you tucked in Bucky’s arms, the brunettes lips curved into a smile for the first time since you’d been gone. Bucky loosened his hold around you, helping you to your feet, giving you one more kiss before letting go. 

“Come here” Steve scooped you up immediately after, struggling not to squeeze you tight, “We missed you sweet heart, so much”

“Hasn’t been the same without you” Sam gave you a once over, determining you were well enough for a slightly bone crushing hug before having you grabbed away by Tony. Tony wasn’t able to say much, biting his bottom lip to keep it from trembling, hugging you the longest, reluctant to let you go. You were engulfed in Nat’s arms as she wept, squeezing you like her life depended on it. 

“You saved me” She whispered in your hair, her tears falling onto your skin, “Don’t ever do that again” She hissed sternly, grabbing your face to look at her, “Don’t ever ever do something like that again” 

“Give me my baby back” Bucky grabbed you, tossing you over his shoulder as soon as everyone had gotten their hugs and kisses, not interested in giving anyone a second longer when he needed you so badly. You squealed, giggling as he carried you straight down the hall towards his room without glancing back. As soon as he locked the door, his hands were all over you, holding you tightly to him. 

“Your baby?” You shyly whispered as he rested his forehead against yours, nodding and chasing your lips. 

“M’never letting you go again doll, never” He trailed kisses down your neck while unbuckling the straps of your gear letting it drop to the floor. “I want to love you, I want to hold you, I want to make love to you, I want it all with you” 

Bucky tore your clothes off, hoisting you up to wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you over to the bathroom, turning the hot water on, hot water pouring over both if you. The steam made you woozy, your body turning into jelly under his touch as he massaged your muscles with delicate touches, his lips ghosting over every bruise and scar that had marked your skin. You let out a needy whimper, staying close to him, your butterflies erupting in your tummy every time he touched you. 

“Bucky please”

“I want to love you so badly baby, love you the way you deserve” Bucky willed himself not to take you right there, focused on rinsing off and grabbing a towel, carrying you over to his bed. He tossed to towel off, climbing on top of you, neither of you having the patience for a slow build or teasing. Your belly clenched feeling his hard length rut and rub against your bare cunt, your slick coating his cock. 

“I need you” He rasped while you whined, wrapping your legs around him, bucking your hips up. “You have no idea baby, God I need you” His eyes were pleading with you, his cock starting to leak feeling your arousal. 

“Wanna feel you Bucky” You spread your legs for him, your breath hitching feeling the tip of his cock rub through your folds before pressing into your entrance. 

“Gonna make love to you so good sweet girl” Bucky whispered as he started to push his cock in, his heart beating faster, cock growing harder feeling your heat pull him in deeper. He groaned, letting his body weight fall onto you as he started to thrust, pleasure consuming both of you immediately. 

“JAmessss” Your gasp melted into a moan, your head pressed against his pillow as he filled you, stretching you open, letting you feel every ridge and vein of his cock. “Stretching me to so good Buckyyy” 

“Yeah? You feel so good wrapped around me baby” He rasped, his orgasm already creeping down his spine as he pressed sloppy kisses all over your face, overwhelmed with emotion and the feeling of you under him. Your moans made him twitch, nearly growling when he felt your nails dig into his skin as he kissed your cervix with each roll of his hips. 

“I missed you so much baby, didn’t know what to do with myself, I-I couldn’t breathe without you, couldn’t live-” Bucky could feel tears brimming his eyes, struggling to keep them away, “Fuck I missed you so much, I felt like I was drowning every single day” 

You sniffled over his words, your heart connected with his, squeezing your thighs around his waist, desperate to keep every inch of his body pressed with yours. 

“It-it was always you” He kissed your forehead, as he kept you caged under him, moaning against your skin.

“I love you” you cupped his cheeks, brushing his tears away, his nose lightly bumping against yours. You pulled him down for a sweet kiss, only pulling away for air. All of it was so much all at once, the quietest cries and softest kisses, feeling every inch of each other, making up for lost time. Bucky pulled the covers over you both, wrapping you in a cocoon of warmth, hiding you from the rest of the world, savoring this moment with just the two of you, his sweet girl back in his arms again. 

He let his arms roam across your body, stroking your waist, your thighs, gently cupping your breasts, softly suckling your nipples, his body trembling as he tried to hold his climax off and make this moment last forever. 

“M’gonna marry you, you know that?” His hands came to lace with yours, pinning you against the bed, eyes locked with yours. His pace didn’t falter, thrusting into you, loving the way your pussy fluttered around his cock, rolling his hips so he could push into you deeper. “W-will you? Will you marry me babygirl” 

He knew you had just come back but he wanted nothing more, unable to stop the words from slipping out. You let your own tears fall down your cheeks, pulling him impossibly closer. 

“Yes” You whimpered, sniffling back sobs as he stroked your head, smiling against your lips. 

“Gonna make you my wife baby, marry you and take care of you until my last breath” He started to fuck you faster, panting, the muscles in his body tensing. 

“Tell me more Bucky, please?” You whined, your heart aching for more, everything you’d always wanted with the one person you’d always been in love with. 

“Oh baby, M’gonna get you pregnant sweet girl, have a family with you, everything with you, take care of your swollen belly, make love to you even when you’re full of me, show you how much I adore you princess” You gasped as he braced himself, his grunts growing louder, his body heat radiating off him, unable to stop the pleasure that was growing. 

“Tell me your mine baby” He whined, wrapping his arms around you while you threw your head back, your eyes rolling back at the feel of his pubic bone rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves with each thrust. 

“I’m yours Bucky” 

“Fuck don’t stop y/n, please, I need it” His voice was needy, desperately clinging onto your body, craving to hear nothing else. “Say it again doll”

“I’m yours Bucky, all yours soldier” You moaned louder, your legs shaking around him “I’m gonna cum” 

“Cum with me baby, same time, please” 

“BuckyBuckyBucky- You cried our, your walls staring to flutter, ready to fall off the edge with hi. 

“M’right here, I got you, togther, c’mon, cum with me princess” Bucky rolled his hips, pounding you into the mattress, biting down onto your neck as he felt your nails scratch down his back while white hot pleasure tore through you, your pussy milking his cock. 

“FUCK JAMES” Your body trembled as he fucked you through your high, burying his face into your neck, his lips brushing by your ear. 

“YES, Yes baby, my good girl, my sweet girl, s’perfect for me, yes, I’m gonna give you my cum, get you pregnant, have a baby with you, take care of you, love you, all of it with you baby, fuck- I LOVE YOU- UGGHHH- 

Bucky collapse on you, filling you with his cum until the bed was damp, his body jolting from sensitivity each time you fluttered around him while kissing his temple. He hardly moved, a steady stream of cum still pouring into you, staying connected to you the entire night, cuddling you next to him. 

“I finally have my baby back, my sweet sweet baby, she’s back” 

It has been nearly a week since you were back but you hadn’t left Bucky’s room once. You only took a few moments to eat and sleep, the rest of the time wrapped up in each other, connected in the most intimate way possible, while whispering sweet nothings, 

It was everything Bucky needed. Emotional. Warm. Soft. Loving. 

He couldn’t help the tears every time he was inside you, he finally had you back, wrapping his arms around you every time you made love, making sure you knew exactly how much he had always adored you. As much as he wanted to take you apart in every way imaginable, he couldn’t help but slip into missionary every single time, wanting to see your pretty face, feel your body, have your legs wrap around him as he came inside you. 

*****

You threw on your coat while Bucky slipped his arm around your waist while you both made your way down, passing through the living room on our way out. 

“Damn future Mrs. Barnes” Sam whistled, along with the rest of the team, everyone gathered for a night for a movie. “Where you off to?” 

“The three of us are going out for dinner” Bucky smiled with a child like grin, snickering to himself while the team looked at you with confusion. 

“Three?” Steve cocked his head, noting the way you shied into Bucky’s chest, giggling while he kissed your head, his hand slipping down to brush over your belly. “THREE?”

Steve’s eyes grew wide as he shot out of his seat, pointing at your tummy. “THREE” He whipped his head to Tony, Nat, Sam and Clint who slowly connected the dots. “THREE” 

“For fucks sake, it hasn’t even been a month Barnes” Tony snorted, while everyone pilled onto you both, a large mess of hugs and tears. 

“You didn’t waste any time, huh” Sam wiggling his eyebrows while Bucky wrapped his arms around you, his hands splayed on your tummy. 

“Never again” He whispered, tilting your chin to kiss you deeply, “Never ever again” 

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[deliciousangelfestival]

The Lady - 5

Character: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Eddie Horniman x Female Reader

Summary: After fifteen years away, a step-daughter returns for her Duke step-father's funeral, only to inherit a staggering 8 million pound debt and strike a risky deal with a criminal underworld figure.

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Chap 1, Chap 2, Chap 3 , Chap 4 , Chap 5 , Chap 6 , Chap 7.

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"Oh my god. Oh my god. What am I going to do?" You paced back and forth, your mind racing with worry.

Bucky raised an eyebrow, his usual smirk replaced with a concerned frown. "Why are you the one stressed out?" He assured you that you wouldn't have to deal with dirty work.

This was the first time Bucky had seen you lose your composure.

You grabbed his collar, desperation evident in your eyes. "You don't understand, the last person I want to deal with is my stepsister."

Returning home, you realized that if there was an investigation, your job profession could make you a suspect, too.

Trying to calm you down, Bucky suggested, "For the alibi, if anyone asks, just say that you were with me."

You scoffed, feeling frustrated. "Like they're going to believe that I wanted to spend a day with you."

Everyone in your household knew how annoyed you were with Bucky. On numerous occasions, they had heard you complain about him to Cedric, the family lawyer.

You were quiet as you picked up the phone to make a call.

"Y/N?"

The sound of his voice brought a sense of calm over you. "I need your help."

"I'll be there."

A few hours later...

Bucky chimed in with his usual teasing tone. "Ooh, so you choose him over me?"

You rolled your eyes while Eddie checked on you.

Eddie interjected, "Her family will believe me if she spends the night with me."

Your cheeks flushed slightly at his words.

"But there's something missing," Eddie continued.

"What?" you asked.

"They won't believe it if you only say it was a sleepover," Eddie explained.

"What are you trying to say?" you inquired.

Bucky caught on. "Hangover."

Eddie nodded in agreement. "You have to make yourself look hungover. That strengthens your alibi."

"Right," you acknowledged.

Bucky rolled his eyes, realizing that he had suggested the idea first, but you were only listening to Eddie.

"Perfect. I have plenty of alcohol here. What do you want to drink?" Bucky offered.

You replied confidently, "Start with the strongest."

"Yes," Bucky agreed.

After downing three shots of vodka, you started to lose yourself in the night. With the alcohol, the music, and the vibrant atmosphere of Bucky's club, you found yourself enjoying the moment and forgetting about your troubles.

######

As you awakened, the sensation of your stomach churning made you groan. It felt as if your insides had shifted, causing discomfort to spread throughout your body.

Slowly, you managed to sit up, only to discover that you were sprawled atop Eddie, who was still fast asleep and holding you close. Relief washed over you as you realized that both of you were still fully clothed.

However, the memories of the previous night flooded back, each one hitting you with increasing clarity.

"You're awake?"

Your eyes widened at the sound of Bucky's voice. Glancing over, you saw him standing nearby, his shirt rumpled and a distinct lipstick stain marking his lips.

A wave of nausea swept over you, prompting you to grab the nearby champagne bucket and empty its contents in a fit of vomiting.

"Urggh."

Bucky's remark cut through the haze of your discomfort. "Well, that hurts my feelings. You see my face and vomit."

"Urrghh," you groaned, the sickness still plaguing you.

Eddie winced, his hand moving to massage his throbbing head. "What kind of drink did you give us last night, Barnes?"

Bucky shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eye. "It's a new drink I picked up from a celebrity brand."

Eddie chuckled ruefully. "That explains everything."

He rose from his makeshift bed and reached over to pat your shoulder gently. You noticed a faded lipstick stain on his lips, the same color as yours. A blush crept up your cheeks as you realized the implications of the matching marks.

Meanwhile, the incessant ringing of your phone filled the air, causing your head to throb even more.

"Ring, ring."

You cringed, covering your ears to block the sound, but Eddie took the initiative to answer.

"77 missed calls," he informed you.

You grabbed your phone, reluctantly answering the next call.

"Where the hell are you?!!!" your mother's voice pierced through the line.

You sighed. "Mom, don't scream."

"What—? Are you drunk right now? Come home now. Your sister's fiancé died."

You negotiated, "Give me 2 hours."

"One hour."

Turning to the two men beside you, you sought their reassurance. "Do you think they're going to believe me?"

Eddie, suppressing a burp, offered some confidence. "I believe so. You rarely get drunk, and you have a reasonable reason after your fight with Charlotte."

Your eyes widened in surprise. "Wait, how do you know about me and her?"

Bucky yawned lazily. "You spilled the beans last night."

You were shocked.

Bucky leaned back, a smirk playing on his lips as he added, "You spilled your guts about how you missed your stepdad, how your mother missed your birthday for five years straight, and how you had a row with your stepsister."

Eddie chimed in, his expression sympathetic as he confessed, "I did try to stop you."

You sighed heavily, a sinking feeling settling in your stomach. "Oh no."

Bucky, ever the opportunist, concluded, "But it supports your alibi, since half the club heard your sob story."

You couldn't help but huff in frustration, feeling the bile rising in your throat once more. "Great."

Amidst the conversation, Bucky's smirk only widened while Eddie wore a more concerned expression, his brow furrowed in sympathy.

Your body language betrayed your discomfort, with tense shoulders and a hand clutching your churning stomach, while your eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape from the mess you found yourself in.

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Watching everyone in grief, especially Charlotte, who was sobbing as she watched her fiancé's casket being lowered into the ground. Charles stood beside her, offering what comfort he could.

Susan stood next to you, her voice barely above a whisper, "Give me one thing that would justify your actions."

She sounded grief-stricken seeing Charlotte cry like that, but she seemed oblivious to your own stress.

Wearing sunglasses to hide your red, teary eyes, you replied softly, "He cheated on her."

Susan clenched her fist, her anger palpable. "Good, he deserved it then."

After the funeral, you found yourself face-to-face with Bucky once again. With a roll of your eyes, you couldn't help but remark, "Now I feel like you're the angel of death."

Bucky merely smirked, seemingly unfazed by your comment. "I'm here to meet my client."

Drawing closer to him, you whispered, "You mean the one who ordered the hit on the prince?"

A nod from Bucky confirmed your suspicion, and he subtly gestured towards a woman standing on the fringes of the grieving family.

Your eyes widened in recognition. "Rosie?" Memories of encounters with her during summers spent at Eddie's manor flooded your mind.

Bucky's response was chillingly matter-of-fact. "You know her? Great. She's only paid half. The other half hasn't come through yet."

Your incredulity peaked. "Are you kidding me? Right now?"

You attempted to intervene, but your attention was diverted when you noticed Eddie approaching Rosie.

Bucky's voice cut through the tension with a teasing tone. "Oh-oh. Someone's jealous."

You shot him a glare, cursing inwardly. If even someone like Bucky could pick up on it, then your feelings must be glaringly obvious.

With a dismissive shrug, you replied, "It's just an old crush."

Bucky's smirk widened as he observed your reaction. "Seeing you like this makes me want to tease you more, Your Grace."

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Tickles - Part 7

Raphael x Tav, RaphaelPOV, soft!raphael, gn!tav, fluff, hurt/comfort, body worship, conflicted!cambion

Part 1 | P 2 | P 3 & 4 | P 5 | P 6 | P 7 | | P 8

Raphael sat at his desk in the boudoir. He had sent Korrilla to to keep an eye on the adventurers again. While he had an avid interest in keeping them alive before, his investment has now skyrocketed to new heights. The mere thought of losing his little mouse has become unbearable to him.

He wrinkled his nose. The fact that he had become so... attached to this mortal bothered him somewhat. It was a weakness. It was un-devil-like. It was pathetic. That was his fiend blood talking, and he knew it. His mortal side longed for Tav's affection. Their touch. Their understanding. He's had a long and difficult life. But never in all his years, has he felt as whole as he did last night, when his little mouse held him tight and told him he was perfect. He had craved this. And he feared it. And he hated it. The thought of killing the mouse crossed his mind. It would prevent him from more mistakes. From indulging in this weakness. But he could not bear the thought.

He sighed. No matter how much his father's blood rebelled against it, he would keep his mouse safe. And once the brain was defeated and he had the crown, he would keep them close and never let go again.

He threw a glance at the clock, almost midnight. His fingers drummed impatiently on the desk - just once. But that already was something that irked him. It was unlike him to be restless. When you live for thousands of years, you perceive time differently. But today he was eager to act, but he had to wait for the right moment and it made him antsy. A feeling he rarely experienced.

Finally, a knock on the door frame announced Korrilla. Raphael's insides were doing handsprings, but he kept his composure and projected a picture of calm superiority on the outside. Though as the dwarf approached, his nose wrinkled again, "What is that smell?"

"Your favorite misadventurers have been trudging threw the sewers all day." Korrilla grumbled slightly.

"Ah." That explained things. "I take it, they are back at the tavern now?"

The dwarf nodded, "Yes. When I left them, they were fighting over the rights to the bathtub."

The devil's nose flared in disgruntlement. This would mean he'd have to wait even longer for them to all get to sleep. He tried not to let his frustration show, "Did anything of note happen today?" "They seem to have found the entrance to the temple of Bhaal but couldn't get through the door." Korrilla reported. Raphael hummed in acknowledgement, "They'll figure it out, I'm sure. Good work." he waved the warlock off, and she nodded and left. No doubt to go burn her clothes. That sewer stench would never get out.

The devil's fingers drummed on the desk once more. How could a day feel so impossibly long?

He waited several more hours - the finger drumming on the desk slowly increased in frequency as the night dragged out. In the early morning hours, Raphael finally stood up. Surely, the tadpoled mortals have had enough time now to get clean and fall asleep.

Still, to not end up in another embarrassing disaster, he decided to appear outside their room. And so he did. With a flash of fire and ash, he appeared right in front of the door to their room in the elfsong tavern. The place was quiet for the most part. He could hear some drunkards from below, but at this time of night most of the merry folks had already passed out. He cautiously put his ear to the door. Nothing. Good. Slowly, he pushed the door open and stepped inside. He scanned the room for the vampire spawn, but he wasn't there. Probably out feeding. Next he looked for the animals. He didn't see them at first, but a few steps further into the room, he spotted them: Curled up at the foot of the tiefling's bed. A quiet spell later he could be sure they wouldn't wake, and disrupt him.

Now for the reason he was here...

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He turned to where he had been during his first visit, and there they were. His little mouse. He quietly moved over to them - and frowned. There was a bruise on Tav's face, that hadn't been there last time he saw them. Who dared to hurt you, mouse!? He was angry at whoever caused the damage, but he was also quite confident that the culprit was already dead. His favorite mortal probably cut their way through several Bhaal cultists today. The thought made him smile. He made a mental note to try and watch from the shadows sometime. He found the image of his mouse covered in the blood of their enemies incredibly arousing.

He took a deep breath and shook the thought off, though. This was not why he was here. He knelt down in front of Tav's bed and looked them over. They were lying belly-down, the uninjured side of their face squished against the pillow. It looked a bit funny, but also incredibly endearing to the fiend. He smiled at the picture and just drank it in for a while.

When he had memorized every detail of the sight, he began to act. He gently pulled the blanket down to their waist and snaked his fingers below the nightshirt. He leaned in, hoping the mortal would smell his perfume, and he whispered every so quietly into their ear, "O apple of my eye..." He meant to wake them as gently as he could, to avoid repeating that calamity from last time. His fingers gently stroked Tav's back. He enjoyed the feeling of their skin. Soft. Vulnerable. A few battle scars here and there, that told tales of victory and prowess. "Little mouse... I'm in your house." he whispered and smirked at his own rhyme. His fingers ran across their shoulders, one by one, tracing the shoulder blades. "You're so fast asleep, little mouse, you don't even wake at this..." He whispered against their ear, and his fingers traced back down their spine. Perhaps they are too exhausted. It didn't matter. He kept caressing their back, their sides. And he looked at their face. That beautiful - squished - face, looking so peaceful and without worry. Looking so kissable. He leaned in, "Little mouse, you're such a sight." His words were barely audible, and he followed them with a gentle kiss to Tav's cheek.

That finally caused them to stir. They inhaled deeply, and without even opening their eyes, a smile formed on their lips, "Raphael?" they mumbled into their pillow. He smirked to himself. They knew his smell. "Yes, little mouse. I was in the area and thought, I'll stop by..." he lied in a whisper, and stroked their back gently. Their smile widened, "Glad you did." they mumbled sleepily. He brought his face close to theirs and placed another kiss on their temple, "Just relax, sweetling." And they sighed happily. His hand moved up to run through Tav's hair. Another sigh. He could not help himself but to place another kiss on their cheekbone, and their smile grew even wider. They liked what he did. He felt proud and happy. He caused them to feel good, and it was his accomplishment.

His hand trailed down their back. Now that Tav was at least somewhat awake, he became more daring. He placed his hand at their waistband and waited - an unspoken request, like the ones before. He looked back into Tav's face, and their eyes were open now. Looking at him in the darkness, still smiling. He had his answer. His hand slid down into their pants, gently stroking over their butt cheeks, one by one. The mortal's eyes closed again. Enjoying the attention.

His heart swelled with pride. Never would he have thought that he'd feel so good, just from causing some mortal pleasant feelings. But he did. He felt elated to be the cause of their happiness. And after all, this wasn't just some mortal. This was his little mouse.

For a short moment, the feral fiend inside him wanted to tear off their clothes and ravage them on the spot. But he calmed the monster and pushed it away. This was not why he was here. His fingertips ghosted over the mouse's rear, and he heard them sigh. It made him feel so good. This was better than a short moment of sexual relief. This was... soft.

He began to like soft.

He looked back into Tav's face and they were still smiling. Likely drifting somewhere between waking and sleeping. He would be gone by the time they woke up in the morning. Perhaps they will think this was all a dream. He wasn't sure if he liked that idea, or if he wanted them to remember his visit. He pondered over it, while he continued to caress their butt cheeks, then their back again. Trailing down their right arm - the only one he could reach. His kissed their hand. Another sigh. He trailed kisses up their arm. That happy smile never left their face. Their beautiful face. He leaned in again to place a kiss on their bruised jaw. They hummed. Another on their cheek. The smile grew larger again. Another on their temple. On their nose. And after a moment's hesitation, on their lips. They kissed back lightly. Obviously more asleep than awake, but still reacting to his touch. He was filled with love. He kept going, gently stroking and kissing them, until the sun poked their first rays of light into the room.

He finally stood up to leave. But he hesitated. He wanted them to know, he decided. He wanted them to know, it wasn't just a dream. He used his powers to nick a single rose from a bouquet he had in the devil's den. It appeared between his fingers, and he left it on Tav's bedside table.

Then he bent down to place a parting kiss on Tav's cheek, and pulled their covers back up to their shoulders. He drank in the picture for a few more moments before he vanished. Leaving behind the smell of his perfume, ash and sulfur.

His heart sang with delight,

he had enjoyed this night.

👉 Part 8

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have your little girlfriend, part 6

poly!Rowaelin x f!Reader

Summary: “Aren’t I safe with you?” Maybe the words were a bit bitter, a bit manipulative, but right now she didn’t care. Neither of them would do anything to her when she was hurt like this.

Warnings: darkish aelin/rowan, mental health struggles, forced medicating, implied sexual content 

Word Count: ~2.6k 

A/N: a short one but I promise it's not abandoned, there should be about two more parts, and I have them vaguely planned out!

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Soft moss caressed her feet as she ran through the woods, into the dark night’s welcoming embrace. The sweet night air welcomed her, the trees whispering in her ear; faster. 

Sharp and icy wind knocked her to the ground, sending her tumbling over and over and over.

Launching forward in bed, her breaths came fast and heavy - pain lancing through her body. Rowan’s hands were warm on her skin, tugging her into his embrace. The same wind, gentler, cooled her neck. 

“You’re safe,” he murmured, arms tightening. Wincing, she tried to wiggle out of his grip. 

He let her go, and snatched a tonic from the bedside table. The color gave away which one it was. 

Ignoring the pain, she rolled away. “I don’t -,” another lash of pain, “need it,” she gritted her teeth. 

“Bullshit,” he sounded tired. Hopefully too tired to fight her. She should’ve known better. 

Footsteps, and a smaller hand pushed hair away from her face. Aelin frowning down at her. “You need it, petal.” 

“I don’t.” Her hand ran over her hair again, and she sighed, melting into the touch.

“Yes you do.” Rowan said from behind her. Fists clenched the sheets. 

“I said I don’t.” 

She was frustrated for several reasons. One, she hadn’t had a minute alone in what felt like years - really it was only a few weeks. Two, those damn tonics numbed her, put her right into a heavy sleep. Three, they hadn’t ‘allowed’ her to do anything that felt worthwhile. No going back down to her workshop, no walking into the forest or through the city - even when the tonics did their job. All she got was brief walks around the private gardens, ushered through secluded passages, and rare contact with anyone beside them. So, she’d made a personal pact with herself. Until she had a promise she could leave the fucking castle, that same day, she wouldn’t take a tonic. At this point, she’d take even an hour away from her new prison. 

That started three days ago, but the pain started to feel good. It reminded her she was still alive, that everything was real. Thank the Gods she’ll only have to settle once. Sure, she’d heard of the physical effects - but nobody mentioned how much it scrambled their emotions. Maybe that was only her, she didn’t want to ask. 

“You know it’s not safe for you to leave,” Aelin said softly. She squeezed her eyes shut again as another pain shot up her spine. It was always worse at night, especially when the nightmares came.

“Aren’t I safe with you?” Maybe the words were a bit bitter, a bit manipulative, but right now she didn’t care. Neither of them would do anything to her when she was hurt like this. Maybe Rowan was making a tally for later, but that was a problem she’d face months from now. Aelin sighed before sitting, pulling her head onto her lap, fingers running through her hair. She could’ve purred. 

-

‘We should just take her,’ Aelin said to him. He glanced down at the figure, body still curled in tightly, even with Aelin’s fingers running through her hair. Every protective instinct roared against it, especially with her so vulnerable in the first few weeks. Somehow, he hadn’t given in during her little three day protest. If they gave in, she’d either be pacified for a while, or start pushing for more. He’s well aware it would be the latter. 

‘We need to wait at least a month.’ It was Aelin’s first time watching someone else go through this, and it’s different than experiencing it. Part of him felt bad, Aelin only had him to deal with during hers, but she had both of them. That part was heavily outweighed by satisfaction that she had two people to protect her. 

Could she go a whole month without giving in? Probably, but there’s no fucking way he’s letting her go that long without one. 

“Take it, and in one month we’ll go out.”

“No deal.” 

Looking at Aelin, they both knew what they needed to do - and she’d probably hate them for it, at least for a little while. 

Easily, Aelin picked her up and shifted her in her lap, arms holding her back flush against her chest, legs crossing her to pin hers. She realized what was happening a few seconds later, and started squirming. 

Rowan had already moved, his hand squeezing her jaw, prying it open and tipping the liquid back down. She spluttered, but his hand was already holding her mouth closed. Cheeks puffed, she refused to swallow. 

He called her name as a warning. She still didn’t. Rolling his eyes, he pinched her nose shut. Eyes widened, and she tried to hold out. Her face reddened, eyes revealing just how furious she was, but the need for air overtook her, and he watched her throat bob. 

All sorts of foul curses, including ones she probably just invented, left her mouth as he released her, still thrashing in Aelin’s arms as his wife held her steady. It was easy enough for Aelin to hold her, and wait until she’d calmed somewhat - until sleep started to overtake her eyes. 

“I hate you both,” she murmured, before her eyes finally closed. It didn’t phase him. Rowan didn’t care if she hated him now, as long as she was safe and free of pain. 

Even after she fell asleep, Aelin continued to hold her - stroking her hair, arms, anywhere that might bring a bit of comfort. 

Everything seemed more extreme for her. Emotions included, she’d been … unstable, and it didn’t help that she had her breakdown directly before this. Settling was different for each person, but Rowan hadn’t seen anything quite like this before. 

-

She woke up pissed, fully aware of what happened right before sleep overtook her. Truth be told, she’d expected something like this, but it didn’t make her any less angry. She felt violated. Was there any line they wouldn’t cross? No, not when it comes to her and her safety. That disturbed her more than she cared to admit. 

In her current state, she couldn’t go anywhere, but once she was well again? Would staying or leaving hurt more? Well, if she left they’d track her down and drag her back here, and then she’d never taste freedom again, unless they allowed it. She winced at her own thoughts, Aelin and Rowan weren’t that bad. 

Blinking her eyes open, Aelin was standing a few feet away - assessing her. Checking if she’d bite, probably. 

“I’m mad at you,” her voice was rough with sleep - and she wasn’t sure why she said it, maybe she wanted the air clear, for them to know exactly where they stood with her right now. 

“I figured,” Aelin seemed to think it was safe to take a few steps towards her, reaching out her hand. Looking at it, she felt the desire to spit, but settled for rolling to her other side instead. The hurt came through the bond, and she ignored it. Good, maybe Aelin could feel a fraction of what she does right now. 

Gods. That doesn’t sound like her. 

Launching up in the bed, she held her head in her hands. 

“Are you hurting?” Aelin asked, ignoring her not-so-subtle request for distance and taking a seat next to her on the bed, close but not touching. 

A shake of her head, and a quiet, “no.” Silence settled over the two of them, and she had the sudden desire to actually speak. Instinctually, she knew she could trust her mate. Maybe she’d regret saying this later. “My mind … it feels wrong, like it doesn’t belong to me.” 

Aelin shifted closer, their shoulders now touching. “Does it feel like someone else is there?” 

Does it? Like someone is messing with her mind. She ran through her body, trying to assess for anything malignant or out of place. Nothing. Another shake of her head. An indistinguishable wave of emotions flooded through her - such a twisted mess she couldn’t pick one from another but only had the desire to get it out, to fend it off by any means necessary. 

Vaguely, she heard Aelin calling Rowan’s name, heard the door open. 

-

She seemed fine one moment, and the next she’d started hitting the side of her head. Aelin grabbed her hands, holding them down but then - she felt her magic. Like an ancient beast writhing inside of her, trapped and trying to find a way out. She yelled for Rowan, and as soon as he entered a shield of flames surrounded the room. Keeping them and her magic inside. 

Was she keeping her safe, or keeping the world safe from her? It didn’t matter, not now. 

Rowan’s hands gripped the sides of her head, forcing her to look at him. “Bring it back in,” he snarled softly. 

He held firm, even as she tried to pry his hands away from her face, nails leaving small red marks behind. Not enough to draw blood, but enough for a slight sting. He was aware how easily he could hurt her, and slid his hands down, gripping her wrists instead, straddling her thighs. 

Her body fought him, but her magic didn’t touch him or Aelin - only wreaking havoc on their surroundings. Rowan tried her name, again and again. When nothing worked, he gave a silent plea for forgiveness. 

The air ripped from her lungs, he watched her face grow red, her body to the brink of unconsciousness, before the magic stopped - abruptly, leaving the room feeling distinctly empty. Forcing air back into her lungs, she hovered on the edge of barely awake. 

“Stay awake for me,” he gently shook her shoulders. He didn’t notice Aelin had crawled up next to them, her hand now brushing the hair away from her face. 

“Come back to us, love,” she murmured. 

Slow and heavy blinks, he watched her eyes focus, taking in her surroundings. His hands were still holding her in a sitting position, and once he was convinced she could sit on her own, he let go, shuffling slowly off her. Rowan wanted to be out of the striking range, just in case. 

-

There really wasn’t any line they wouldn’t cross - not when it came to hers or their safety. Abstractly, she should thank him - he did her a favor, keeping her magic from completely destroying the surroundings. In reality, she didn’t thank them. That would feel dishonest, and she didn’t feel like being a liar today. Did it make her a petulant child? Maybe, but her entire autonomy had been stripped from her over the last few weeks and she was sick of it. They took it in their hands to make all of her decisions, to decide what she could and couldn’t do.

Insane. That’s how she felt. Like she was holding desperately onto the last thread of her sanity, clinging to it like a lifeline. Was it possible for Fae to go completely insane while settling? Maybe. It looked more likely by the day. 

“I didn’t like that.” 

Aelin snorted. “Neither did I.” She shot her a puzzled look. “In Wendlyn,” she explained, “I came close to a … burnout, of sorts, and he did the same thing to me.”

For some stupid reason, it made her feel a bit better. 

“You should get some sleep,” Rowan’s voice was gruff. She shot him a particularly withering look, and his mouth tightened but he didn’t comment. 

Aelin, instead, reached over to a side table and plucked two books, passing one to her. She’d bought two copies of the same book for them, and somehow exercised enough patience to read at the same pace as her. 

“Don’t you have things to do?” Aelin told Rowan. Probably things they both should do. His eyes rolled, but he pressed a kiss to both of their foreheads before heading out the door. 

She let Aelin fuss and arrange the pillows around her, before they both settled into the book. 

Her mind was still scrambled, head still dazed enough it was difficult to focus on the words. Eventually, she - gently - tossed the book aside and leant her head on her mate’s shoulder. “Read to me,” she said, adding a “please.” 

A soft laugh, but Aelin’s comforting voice filled the room, putting inflections in the right places, painting a clear picture in her mind. This, she should ask her to do more often. 

-

Rowan woke to her the sweet scent of her arousal, like the first bloom of spring. His eyes shot open, meeting Aelin’s stare. Turquoise eyes were filled with amusement, she squirmed between them, nightdress ridden up, thighs rubbing together. 

It had been painful, but necessary, keeping themselves from touching her the last several weeks. 

Soft and gentle moans left her lips, laced with frustration. 

‘We really should help her,’ Aelin’s eyes met his. 

‘Wouldn’t want to leave our mate unsatisfied.’ Her eyes gleamed. ‘Be gentle,’ he cautioned, ignoring his wife’s glare and switching his attention back to her. 

-

A month passed, and the days switched between dragging each second out and passing in a semi-aware haze. 

“Do you want to get out of the castle?” Aelin asked, not seeming keen on the idea, but y/n nearly threw herself off of the bed, Aelin moving quick enough to steady her with a soft chuckle.

“Yes,” she repeated, “yes, yes, yes.” 

Begging for basic freedoms? She shut the voice out. 

They took a secluded exit out of the castle. The sun was barely cresting over the horizon, the cool air filling and refreshing her lungs. She was aware of Aelin watching her every reaction, her hand clutched around hers, but she didn’t care at this moment. There would be time to analyze it later, for now she’d take the temporary reprieve. The streets were near empty, but she didn’t mind. After this much time … alone, she figured it might be a bit overwhelming to see several people, and even she could admit her magic was erratic at best. 

The longer she spent trapped in their room, the more time she had to think, and the more dangerous her thoughts grew. Sometimes she thought they underestimated her, maybe thought she wasn’t quite on their level of intelligence, a feisty little creature that would eventually cave to their wishes - even if it took some time. 

They’d quickly proven there were no limits when it came to her, and that idea, that they would keep her locked in a tiny box in name of her safety, started an itch all of her rationalization couldn’t stop. 

The smart choice would be to talk to them, but the last time she tried that everything shattered around her. Instead, she dreamed and planned. After she got through this, she’d be immortal - filled with endless time to wait before she acted.

Her head lay on Aelin’s chest, her fingers running through her hair, a book propped in her mate’s other hand.

Sweet moments and memories fluttered through her mind, but she forced herself to remember the others. Their trust in her was fragile, all she needed was to build it back up again. She didn’t think of the after, only of the freedom. It became her only goal, the one thing occupying her idle mind. 

The door shut gently, and she lifted her head, Rowan’s frame filling it. His mouth curved into the slightest smile seeing the two of them, striding over towards the bed. 

“You’re dirty,” Aelin snapped at him. His eyes rolled before meeting hers. 

‘Did I miss something?’ 

‘Something with the book, she’s been on edge,’ she answered silently. His brows rose, but he knew better than to try to interrupt again, and headed towards the washroom.

She forced the guilt deep, deep down, letting sleep take over instead - exhaustion still filled her, the effects of her settling lessening, but still present. 

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same anon who dropped the 'what if Nightmare was the first one to find Dream when he became not stone', I really love seeing your takes on all the different characters!

I was mainly curious about if Nightmare might try to hurt Dream, or try to use him while keeping him close, or leave Dream with someone else who might not, try try and quell the one or both parts of him(the one that cares and the sadistic glee part), especially because of how malleable I think 6 y/o Dream would be at that moment and just in general too, so the sadism part might try to take advantage of that, while it quells the other and keeps him close, but seeing how you wrote his corrupt affecting them was awesome!

I also love how you actually talk about how both twins are traumatized, because a lot of the time, I've seen people either show one or the other, never really both, so it's nice seeing you represent how they are all messed up.

May I recommend a DreamTale Rewrite called Apuldor Psalter? I'm not sure if I spelled it right, but it's a DreamTale Rewrite created by summona, and it's fantastic. Nightmare's a lot nicer, but the world building and indepth of the abuse affecting them, as all the details like with Neil the Cat being there(even if only for a moment before he dies) is really awesome, and I hope you like it!

The ask Anon is referring to <3

Thank youuuuuu <3333

And ooooh boi, when I referred to Nightmare and Dream’s meeting after Dream is set free and how it was poor, i was heavily implying that yes, Nightmare hurts Dream, badly even

Think of it as Nightmare’s madness taking over him a second time when he saw Dream and just letting himself indulge in his sadistic desires

But even then, without the madness aspect, Nightmare’s corrupted sadistic side is still much much stronger than his caring side, and so his corrupted would still win and he’ll just want to kill Dream and take the last apple for himself, only whoopsie!! Dream escapes his grasp and Nightmare’s unable to get his hands on him for years after (Nightmare regrets his violent approach later, both cause he’s a bitch that he thinks he should’ve taken advantage of Dream’s naivety as a child but it’s also that tiny part of him that cares that sometimes pokes at his soul about the fact Dream is a mere confused disoriented child thst just got out of his prison)

Dream makes it out alive, but he’s now even more traumatized (and injured) and is genuinely too scared to be caught so he just hides from Nightmare, then it advances and he’s now on the run trying to survive for years, only for that survival mode to stick with him till adulthood, Dream doesn’t know what “living life” means, he only knows survival

During his first few years while on the run he still gathers the courage (as much as a child could) to find Nightmare to try and talk him out of his corruption, which would never work, but Dream is literally still a child mentally and physically and is fresh on trauma, he won’t realize the fact there’s no going back to the way it used to, that there’s no getting Nightmare back to how he used to be for years

And each encounter with Nightmare only further increases Dream’s fear of Nightmare (and it feels so wrong to be scared of his own brother), even when Dream reaches adulthood and his mind matures? His fear of his own brother is still strong inside, it eats away at him sometimes

But Dream’s love is still stronger, and his love for Nightmare is what makes Dream lock that fear inside his chest and to put on a courageous face and a big smile

So yeah the twins both have so much to work through, not only within themselves but even when it comes to their relationship (too bad both of them are just so bad at it dhdhhdhdhdh)

And aaaah thank you!!! No like i agree, I always see people just talking about their trauma but only one of them without the other, and i’m here like “nooooo you’re missing the point!!! They’re both extremely traumatized and their traumas are super interconnected with one another!!”

I unfortunately see a big preference for Nightmare when it comes to the twins’ trauma, and people unfortunately using Dream as a scapegoat for a “bad guy” and how Nightmare is this absolute kind victim and how it’s Dream that just doesn’t understand and how he’s secretly the “evil” one (or people reducing Dream to “i’m gonna save you Night!!!” When Nightmare “doesn’t need saving” and how Nightmare’s happy with his found family)

And y’know i wouldn’t be too opposed to it tbh if people didn’t butcher Dream’s character just to make Nightmare look good, like you can put Nightmare in a good light without having to pull the “Dream is actually the bad one” card or the “Nightmare is actually the kind one and not Dream” card dhhdhdhdhhdhd

Like my point is that you can write a kind considerate Nightmare without having to make Dream a bad brother in the process chhcchhchc, which I always get confused cause if Nightmare is written as gentle and kind how the hell does every story of him being kind still have the twins as enemies???? Dream isn’t stupid he’ll recognize that his brother is kind and he’ll go for a truce immediately cause Dream definitely wouldn’t wanna keep fighting Nightmare (oh wait that’s right people write Dream as the kinda guy who assumes Nightmare is only going to Aus to hurt people)

It’s like…ok good point but you’re doing it wrong, it’s neither of them that’s really “bad” or “evil”, cause as far as I see it? Both the twins are victims of abuse, both of them are traumatized, and both of them are just too engrossed in their own pain to truly realize when they make mistakes or do anything that might hurt others, with only one of them actually caring and getting upset by the prospect of hurting others (hint: it’s not Nightmare)

You can have Nightmare caring for the balance (which I actually love to see), you can have Dream making BIG FUCKING MISTAKES that leaves many hurt, and you can have Dream be the “imma save you Night!” Guy without having Dream be the “secret bad guy” or an inconsiderate bitch, or someone who assumes the worst of his corrupted brother, you can instead tie it to his trauma and how it’s just Dream being unable to truly keep up with the 500 years he missed of his life

But alas I shall be here all day if I keep talking about how Dream is extremely butchered within the fandom shhdhdhdhs (god i love you Dream i’m so sorry you’ve become a scapegoat)

But oooh thank you for the recommendation!

I looked for it and found it, here’s the main post for it for anyone who’s intrigued to read this rewrite

And it’s made by sunnemona (their art is so fucking pretty omg <333333)

I’ve yet to read the post, but I’ll definitely check this rewrite out! :D

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Hey! If you have time: number 6 from the hurt/angst confession list with Bang Chan please ❤️

For this, I have made the time :) Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

Bang Chan x GN Reader

Prompt: "... This is why I knew I shouldn't have gotten close with you."

Word count: 1.3K

Chris started as a friend of a friend. Your best friend knew him in grade school, so when you met her in your first year of college, of course she introduced him to you. At first, nothing really happened. Anytime you two were together, she was also there. But you would never hang out with just him. That was not the nature of your relationship.

At first.

But then, you started needing what your mother could only call "a big strong boy" and he was the only guy you knew enough to ask for help. Plus you knew he was nothing short of a gentleman and would be more than willing to help, no matter what you meant to him.

It started when you needed help moving apartments. Your best friend asked Chris for help. And he was there on the day of move out, with a surprisingly large vehicle that you knew wasn't his and a hand truck to move large loads. He didn't complain at all when you asked him to move the car a minimum of four times. He didn't complain when you asked him to lift the boxes that you accidentally packed too heavy. He didn't complain when you insisted on double and triple-checking everything yourself. He didn't complain when you would reopen boxes, anxious that you didn't pack something. He didn't complain when your best friend had to leave and just the two of you were left. He quietly fulfilled your every command. You offered to buy him a meal as compensation, but he vehemently refused.

Then your car got a flat tire, and he was the only one in the area that could help. He answered your call with a "hey" and said nothing else except an "okay" when you asked him to come help you. He showed up a short time later, with a bottle of water and a granola bar for you before making light work of changing the tire. You offered to buy him a coffee as a thanks, and again, he refused.

Then your shower stopped working. The maintenance man at your apartment made you feel very uncomfortable so you called Chris. He came over to your place and sat with you while the maintenance man fixed your shower. He didn't say much, just sat with you on the couch and watched the movie you had playing. When the maintenance man left, he turned to you and said "I could have fixed your shower for you, you know."

You shrugged. "It's fine. I ask too much of you anyway. This was more fun."

"It was." And with that, he turned his eyes back to the television, grabbing a blanket to get more comfortable.

You watched three more movies together after that.

You began to feel more comfortable around him. You still kept asking him for help, maintaining a boundary, but your requests got easier. You would text and ask for small things like rides or missing recipe ingredients or even just company while you worked. With each request, you prepared yourself for a "no", but you never got one.

As your relationship grew, so did your feelings for him. Obviously, he was a very attractive man, but you found that his personality was even more so. He was kind and smart. He was considerate and funny. He was everything you could want. But you knew he didn't see you the same way. His short responses in every conversation you've ever had were evidence of that.

So when a guy you worked with asked you on a date, you said yes. Your best friend was over the moon when you told her. She began planning your outfit immediately, going so far as to buy you a new necklace that she claimed ties the whole outfit together. You got all dressed up and you were feeling yourself. You hadn't had this kind of confidence in what felt like years.

So imagine your heartbreak when your date never showed.

You'd never been stood up before. You had no idea what to do. You thought about calling your best friend, but you knew she would be livid and want to try and track him down. Which sounded like a problem for after you cried, showered, and slept at least 10 hours.

So you called Chris.

You cried and cried on the phone. He didn't say a single word until a few minutes later when he said "I'm outside" and then hung up. Sure enough, there he was. Sitting in his car. You slid into the passenger seat and he didn't say a word. He just handed you a hoodie and a bottle of water. Then he started the car and drove away.

After downing half the bottle of water, you start talking again. You're no longer crying. But your voice is shaking.

"Is there something wrong with me? Was this all just a joke to him? Did he do this to humiliate me? Because if so it worked. I was feeling so confident and now-" You paused. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't dump this on you. I'll be quiet now. I know that I annoy you. I'm just a friend of a friend you cannot seem to shake."

You didn't look at him.

If you did though, you might have seen how his grip on the wheel tightened. You might have been prepared for when he pulled the car over.

He put the car in park, took off his seatbelt, and turned to face you.

"Y/N"

You've never heard him sound like that. When you turned to look at him, he was fuming. You have never seen him that mad.

"You're right. You are just a friend of a friend. And you're right. I couldn't seem to shake you. No matter how hard I tried. No matter how much I denied your invites to coffee or food. And now here I fucking am."

If looks could kill, you'd be dead ten times over.

You cowered in your seat, tears filling your eyes.

"...this is why I knew I shouldn't have gotten close to you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" You squeaked out, not daring to look at him.

He let out a big sigh. "You were just a friend of a friend. Until you weren't. Until you were more. Then you were just a friend. Until you weren't. Until you were more." Your eyes shot up. "And now here I am, picking you up from a date where a sad excuse for a man who had the absolute gall to stand you up. Who caused you to ruin the makeup that I know you spent at least an hour perfecting. Who made you believe, even for a second, that you are less than perfect. Who missed out on a chance with you."

"Chris-"

"If I never got close to you, I never would have to see you witness this heartbreak. I wouldn't feel this anger for a man I've never met. I wouldn't have to navigate these feelings that I have for you."

"Chris-"

"Y/N you don't deserve this. You deserve the absolute best the world has. And I'm not saying that's me. But if you give me a chance, I will spend every day trying to bring myself closer to that bar. I can't do this anymore. I can't keep trying to push these feelings down. I can't keep acting like I'm not totally enamored with you."

You reached over and put your hand over his clenched fist. You flipped his hand over and spread his fingers out to relax his hand. Then you slipped your own in it.

"Chris. I like you too." You stared at your connected hands.

When you looked back into his eyes you only had a second to react before he launched over the center console and connected his lips with yours.