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Scions, Ch.5 | Kim Line + JHS

Scions, 5

sci·on | \ ˈsī-ən \ Definition: (1) a descendant (2) a shoot or twig, especially one cut for grafting or planting

✼Scions Masterlist✼

Pairing: JHS x Fem!Reader; Fem!Reader Sister + Kim Brothers

Rating: M (🔞)

Genre: Siblings!AU; Marriage!AU; FWB!AU; exes to ?; Mom!Reader; Brother’s Best Friend; angst; smut; fluff

Warnings: ANGST!!!; lots of sentimentality; character has terminal illness; POV switches; discussion of said terminal illness; mentions of hospice care; bickering; crying; parenting frustrations; vulnerable confessions; cussing; pining; fluffy interactions with kids; marriage troubles; ANGST (yep, as if the first mention of it wasn’t enough of a warning)

Word count: 11,570 words

Summary: Four grown siblings return to their childhood hometown after their father is declared to be terminal. They are forced to live under the same roof for days, along with their overbearing mother, to say their final goodbyes. It starts off nostalgic until some unresolved family issues along with an assortment of spouses, exes, and might-have-beens make things even more interesting.

A/N: I'm happy to be back writing again! I had to mourn Coquet a bit and then sit in my feelings about getting back into this angsty mindset. I couldn't avoid adding traces of my parenting experiences here, as my lovely friend, @deepseavibez pointed out. I think most (if not all) writers put a little bit of themselves into their work especially with themes that hit close to home.

There is a very brief hint of dark humor as well. A character is dying and my intention is not to make light of the situation. It's just the way the characters are since there's not really much that they can do to change their situation. It’s a weird coping mechanism.

From this point until the next couple of updates, there will be overt discussions of the concept of death and mortality, in general. Personally, I learned of the concept of death, grief, and mourning at an early age. It's part of my culture and upbringing but I understand if this is a sensitive topic for some. I will try to be explicit with the warnings as best as I can.

A/N2: There are some references to Disney Pixar’s movie, “Up.” Damn you, Paradise Falls @internetjunkdrawer 😖 Also, the song that plays here (I linked it in the scene) is one that Lady Gaga did a version of at the Grammys—which Taehyung was there for, IRL. I thought it would be a nice inclusion 💜

You awoke to the sound of rapid clicking noises. A sound familiar to you–especially when you’re rage-typing an email that you’re about to send out to a client.

You rolled over to see Sam, sitting at your old desk, nose buried deep in his laptop’s screen.

He hears you stirring and turns around.

“Hey,” he says briefly before he turns back to his screen.

“How long have you been up?” you croak out, still laying on your pillow.

He looks at the clock at the top right corner of his screen. “Uh…since 5AM?”

You groan inwardly. “Didn’t you get in really late last night?”

“I know but my body clock’s been off…you know, after traveling on and off for six weeks.”

And didn’t you know it.

“Have you checked on the kids?” You ask while you pick up your cell from the nightstand to check for messages. There were none.

“This morning? Not yet. As soon as I woke up, I had about 12 emails and kind of got sucked in,” he shrugs.

The night before, you slept with the kids in your childhood bedroom. But since you were expecting Sam’s arrival last night, you moved the kids into Namjoon’s bedroom across the hall.

He protested at first, asking your mom why he had to give up his room when Jin and Yoojung lived fairly close to the neighborhood, but he eventually dropped the issue when she insisted that your dad wanted all of his children under one roof in his last moments.

You rolled over and sat up, deciding to get breakfast ready for the children when you stopped and saw a moving figure outside your bedroom window.

You saw Hobi walking out of his garage to retrieve his garbage bins from the curb.

After all these years, garbage pickup day has remained the same…among other things.

You stared at him for a few seconds, recalling the few hours that you spent with him last night. As if sensing that he was being watched, he looks up–directly at your bedroom window. Your curtains were drawn and he could see right into it. You held your hand up as if giving him a small wave. He mirrors your gesture before slowly walking back into his house.

******

Taehyung stirs in his dad’s wingback chair. He couldn’t sleep in his room last night. After tossing and turning for almost two hours, he crept into his dad’s room, woke his mom up from the cot that she laid in and told her that he can stay and keep watch.

“Taehyungie.”

He opens his eyes, thinking that he was still in a dream.

Once his vision comes into focus, he sees his dad’s head turned in his direction.

“D-dad? You’re up?”

“W-water…p-please,” he wheezes.

Taehyung jumps up and nearly trips over the ottoman while he rushes to grab a small plastic pitcher with the straw. He brings it closer to his dad’s lips to take a sip.

Panic gripped him, making him feel like a little boy again, not knowing what to do, but willing to help in any way possible to make it better. “Are you okay, dad? Are you in pain? Should I ask mom to call the nurse?” It was still slightly dark out, not even 6 in the morning–daylight barely kissing the horizon but the hospice service provider assured the family that they were available at all hours of the day.

His dad shook his head slowly.

Taehyung stares at him–as if he was hallucinating. “Dad…you’re still here…”

“Well, I’m not dead yet, addeul,” he laughs.

The comment unnerved Taehyung but it oddly still made him smile. Leave it to his dad to make dark jokes to diffuse an uncomfortable situation.

“It’s good to see you, Taehyungie.”

He gives him a boxy grin. “We’re all here, dad. Do you want me to do anything for you? Do you want me to wake mom? The hyungs and noona?”

His dad shook his head silently. “Not yet. But I want you to do something for me–”

“Anything, dad.” Taehyung says, anticipating his request.

“Can you please play me some Ella Fitzgerald first?” Since his mom had retired, they had fallen into this routine of waking up to music filling the house. They were enjoying being empty nesters, especially after Taehyung left for the city nearly three years ago.

Once in a while, when Taehyung got up early enough after spending a weekend at home, he would see his parents dancing in the kitchen while they waited for their morning coffee to brew.

Taehyung smiles warmly. “Of course. Let me get my bluetooth speaker.”

Before Taehyung pulls away to retrieve his speaker from his room, he picks up his dad’s hand, gently lifting it to his cheek, savoring the warmth.

Once the first few notes of ‘Do I Love You’ plays, it doesn't take long before his mom walks into the room with a big smile. Taehyung takes his mom by surprise by leading her into a dance while his dad looks on lovingly.

******

Later that morning, Namjoon is finally awakened by loud thumps and muffled conversations coming from above him. Taehyung attempted to rouse him so he could come upstairs to see their dad but he was pretty much rendered comatose after downing half a bottle of Nyquil from his niece and nephew’s medicine pouch to knock himself out.

He feels around the nightstand for his watch. It was a makeshift nightstand–one that he assembled using an old dining chair and a desk lamp that he found in the basement–which was where your mom put him since all of the bedrooms in the house were taken on account of Sam’s arrival.

He groans. It was just a little past 8:15. Great. As if he didn’t just fall asleep less than three hours ago. He stretches the crick in his neck–this pull-out couch was not the most comfortable but at least he had the whole basement to himself. Alone. With his thoughts.

After a quick shower, he makes his way up the creaky steps and down the hall to the dining room, where everyone else was already seated and in the middle of a lively conversation.

“Well, good morning to you, sleepyhead!” Your mom beams at him from the head of the table. Her hair was all done up with a full face of makeup as if she were headed to a red carpet premiere. “Dad’s awake this morning and I’m sure he’d love for you to read to him later.”

Namjoon slowed his steps. His brain was still a bit hazy, caused by traces of the cold medicine in his system. But when it finally catches up, he smiles softly, looking forward to spending some time with his dad.

“C’mon, darling, we saved you a spot,” she said brightly, gesturing to the right side of the table while the whole table continued their banter.

******

Namjoon walks over to take the open seat next to you. Jin, who sat directly across from him, hands over the plate of bacon, followed by a plate of eggs, offered by Taehyung, who sat to his right.

You poured him a glass of orange juice before you continued your story.

“Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah! So, I was around 10 and babysitting Tae—and uh, I realized that I had just gotten my period for the first time—which, I had no idea that was what it was then. And what do you know, dad walks into the room and sees blood on my clothes and flies into a panic.”

“Wait, so where was your mom in all this?” Yoojung remarks even though she was seated immediately to your mom’s left side.

Your mom smiled warmly. “I was in a remote location for ‘Valley of the Beast’ and we were filming some underwater scenes so they couldn’t really reach me,” she explains.

“Oh…gosh, I remember now. I remember when I biked past those news vans when the movie came out. It was pretty exciting,” she remarked.

“Right,” you continued. “So dad grabs me and Tae—throws us in the backseat of the car and he’s zooming past stop signs to get me to the hospital,” you begin to laugh.

“You want some more syrup for your waffles, love?” Jin asks her quietly.

She hesitates. “I really shouldn’t. The doctor says that too much sugar might not be good,” she replies softly.

He nods, putting the syrup dispenser back on the table, then leaning over to kiss her hair. She looks at him and smiles.

You see their sweet exchange out of the corner of your eye, but you continue your story without missing a beat. “So then he gets pulled over by Officer Cheong! And he goes, ‘Mr. Kim, do you know how fast you were going?’ And then dad practically yells at him like, ‘You don’t understand! My daughter is hemorrhaging! I need to get her to the emergency room!’ So Officer Cheong takes a look at me and Taehyungie in the backseat and checks to make sure that we were okay…but dad wouldn’t stop freaking out.”

Taehyung laughs. “That was a very exciting afternoon,” he says between spoonfuls of eggs.

Everyone around the table laughs because your dad can be so calm and collected especially during a busy night at the restaurant. And yet, at the faintest sight of blood or any medical emergency, all logic goes out the door.

Thankfully, Officer Cheong has three daughters and after concluding that you were not in any physical distress, he explains the situation to your dad and offers to provide a police escort to the nearest pharmacy to help him buy sanitary pads. The lady at the checkout counter was nice enough to tell you what to do.

Jin jumps in and connects the topic about a previous experience when he broke his fingers during a baseball game and his dad nearly fainted while he watched the doctor reset his digits in the emergency room.

Namjoon’s phone buzzes. He takes it out of his pocket to see ‘Victoria’ on the caller ID. He promptly rejects it.

“It’s your wife, why don’t you answer it?” You mumble to him.

“Why don’t you share another story about your cycle, YN?” He counters.

“What about you, Namjoon-ah?” Your mom says.

“Hm?”

“What’s your favorite memory of dad?”

“Uh…can we just circle back? Maybe Tae can go next,” Namjoon says as he takes a bite of his bacon.

“I already went. Mine was pretty epic,” Taehyung replies. Namjoon chuckles nervously. “How can I possibly follow YN’s story?”

“C’mon, Namjoon. Don’t you have any good memories of him?” Jin asks.

He tries to wave everyone off. “Sorry, guys. My mind’s just blanking out this morning. Didn’t sleep much last night.”

“You know, Joon, if you have any unresolved issues with your dad, now’s the time to get it all out,” your mom urges.

“Mom, why would you automatically assume that I have issues with dad? Maybe I just really can’t remember anything at the moment,” Namjoon answers with a slight hint of irritation.

Before she could argue, the doorbell rings and she excuses herself to answer it.

“Oooh! Wait, I’ve got another,” Taehyung volunteers excitedly. “So—I’m in the garage, searching for my beyblades in dad’s toolbox,” he trails off.

That took a load off Namjoon’s shoulders.

The conversation continues for a few more minutes until a chirping sound goes off.

Yoojung is slightly startled before looking at her phone to silence it. She clears her throat then gives her husband a look. “Uh, Jin?” She whispers, lightly tapping on his leg.

He sighs and slouches his shoulders slightly. “Now? Really?”

“Can’t do it by myself,” she mutters under her breath before she excuses herself and gets up from the table. After she puts her dish in the sink she heads down to the hallway and up the stairs to their bedroom.

“What’s up?” Namjoon asks.

Jin gets up from his seat begrudgingly and takes his own dish to the sink. “I have to have sex,” he announces blandly.

Taehyung snorts. “Jin-hyung, sex is supposed to be fun!”

“Yeah, well, not when it’s on a schedule.” He says before he trudged down the hallway and upstairs to his waiting wife.

“Well, whatever you do, keep it down so you don’t wake dad up,” Namjoon jokes.

“Very funny, Namjoon-ah,” Jin yells sarcastically from the landing.

The dining room windows have a full view of the driveway across the street.

Namjoon glances at you to find you watching the neighbor walk out of the front door towards his car.

“Enjoying the view?” He whispers in your ear.

“Shut up,” you said, turning your attention back to your plate of pancakes.

“We should ask him if he wants to stop by here and grab a bite before heading to work,” he teases.

“I’m sure Hobi can afford to get his own breakfast anywhere,” you snarked.

“I remember when I used to see him sneak out of your room before breakfast,” Namjoon says under his breath before snickering.

His body jerks, nearly knocking the table over when you pinch him on this thigh. Taehyung gives you both a quizzical look until your mom’s voice bellows down the hallway.

“Taehyung! Look who’s here,” your mom says as she walks into the dining room with company.

“Eunhae?” Taehyung looks like he’s just seen a ghost. She was the last person he expected to show up at your childhood home.

“She introduced herself and said she was your friend. I was just having a lovely conversation with her. She said she’d heard about dad and wanted to pay her respects. Isn’t that sweet?”

You cleared your throat, prompting your younger brother to introduce his ‘friend’ to everyone.

“Uh—Namjoon-hyung, this is Eunhae. She’s a good friend from the city.” He says nervously.

“Good to see you again, Eunhae,” you say to her. Namjoon shoots you a curious look, wondering when and how you met Taehyung’s ‘friend.’

She smiles and bows politely to everyone in the room. “Jin-hyung is uhm, in the middle of something but, I can introduce you later,” he utters before giving you an uncomfortable look.

You already knew about Eunhae though you were equally surprised to see that she actually came out to your hometown, given your past conversations with Taehyung when he said that she wanted to keep personal stuff ‘separate.’

After getting over the initial shock of his fuck-buddy unceremoniously showing up at his childhood home’s doorstep, instinct kicks in and Taehyung begins to dote on her, offering her breakfast as she takes the empty seat next to him, previously occupied by Jin.

Namjoon doesn’t suspect a thing and is distracted by rejecting yet another call from Victoria.

Just then, the kids run in from the backyard, where Sam took them to play after taking a break from his conference calls.

“Eunhae-unnie!” Jooni’s eyes light up as she sees her one-time babysitter, running up to her to say hello.

“Why does Jooni know her?” Namjoon mumbles to you out of the corner of his mouth.

You clear your throat uncomfortably. “She…watched the kids for me once.”

“Huh…interesting. You’re going to have to tell me how that came about.”

******

“So much for no labels, huh?” You mumble to Taehyung while you do the dishes. He was coming through the kitchen to get Eunhae something to drink while she and your mom played with your kids in the living room.

“There are no labels to speak of,” Taehyung says glumly.

After putting the last dish away, you wiped your hands on a dish towel and eyed him for a minute. “What’s with you? Last time I saw you guys, you were practically like a married couple.”

“Noona…”

You heard the slight hint of exasperation in his voice. It was the same tone he took after Namjoon and Jin had teased him to no end. You raised your hands up, dropping the subject. “Alright, alright,” you say gently, de-escalating his irritation.

After Yoojung and Jin got their ‘business’ done, Taehyung introduced Eunhae to them. Yoojung made some polite smalltalk whereas Jin didn’t have time to ask questions. He had to rush out to the restaurant as there was a pending catering order that needed to be delivered on-site before noon. Yoojung also leaves for the store to buy some produce and other ingredients to restock the pantry.

Taehyung briefly introduces Eunhae to Sam, who pulls his phone away from his ear for a few seconds to shake her hand before returning to his phone call, which he then takes back upstairs.

You hear the deep sound of a throat clearing. “So…is she staying here or did she book a room in town?” You both look up to see Namjoon walking through.

“Uh…she’s got a room in town,” Taehyung replies.

He hummed. “How come I’ve never heard of this friend of yours?” Namjoon wondered out loud.

You quietly glanced at Namjoon and then back at Taehyung.

“I didn’t know that you needed a list of my friends,” he said with a hint of hostility.

His big brother smiled at him. “Okay, Taehyungie. Calm down. I’m…only curious, that’s all,” Namjoon says gently.

“Is Victoria-noona coming soon?” Taehyung asks, out of a desperate need for subject change.

Namjoon shifts his weight at the mention of her name. Once again, you quietly glanced at Taehyung then back at Namjoon.

“No, she, uh…” He scrambled for an excuse. “...She just had surgery,” he says vaguely.

Your eyes widen at Namjoon’s lie. “Oh no. Is she alright? What did she have surgery on?” Taehyung’s expression switches to a look of concern.

Your eyebrows lifted. “Yes, Namjoon–what procedure was that for?” You cock your head to the side, your mischievous undertone riling him up from within.

He gives you a quick, subtle but antagonistic glare before he turns to answer Taehyung. “Uhhh…it was–her back. She had back surgery. To uh…treat a bulging disc,” he stuttered.

“Oh shit. That sounds serious, hyung,” Taehyung gasps softly. He kept fairly close relationships with his sisters- and brother-in-law…that was just how he was. He was generally very accepting of people.

You leaned against the sink, hands gripping the edge of the counter and crossing your ankles casually. “Does she spend a lot of time on her back?” Taehyung’s neck slowly turned in your direction, face twisted in confusion at your odd query.

Namjoon shoots you another threatening look while you stifle a snort. “I mean–does she do repetitive activities where she strains it?”

You watched his jaw tick. “I’m not sure,” he all but growls. “Anyway, the doctor required her to stay home so she can recover, which is why she can’t make the trip out here.” He tries his best not to say all that through gritted teeth as he turns his attention back to Taehyung.

“Well–I hope she’s recovering well, hyung. Please let her know that I’m thinking of her,” he says quietly.

“I’ll be sure that she gets the message,” Namjoon says tightly.

“Taehyungie!” Your mom walks into the kitchen with Eunhae. “Eunhae says she’s staying in town. I was offering the couch in the den but–”

“Oh, Ms. Young, you really don’t have to–”

“Sweetheart, all of my children’s friends call me ‘eomeonim’,” she smiled warmly at her.

You watched Taehyung’s mouth fall slightly open, surprised at how welcoming your mom was to this ‘friend’ that she just met. His hand flies to his nape, rubbing it nervously. It took Jungkook a couple of visits for her to give him permission to call her the honorific.

“I leave Young Lina in front of the camera. But when I’m home, I am every bit Mrs. Kim.”

Eunhae smiled back at her. “Uhm, t-thank you for the offer…eomeonim. But I have a room at the town hotel. I just wanted to pay my respects to your husband.”

“Thank you, Eunhae.” Then your mom turns her attention to Taehyung. “Taehyungie, darling, why don’t you show Eunhae the backroads leading up to the hotel, huh?”

“Y-yeah,” Taehyung says absentmindedly. “O-okay. I’ll uhm…go grab my keys.” He stammered while he shuffled towards the front door’s console, where everyone’s keys were.

Eunhae bows politely to you and Namjoon, to which you both bow and smile politely in return. Then, your mom walks her back to the living room, where the kids pull her back in for one last puzzle game before she leaves.

Once they were out of earshot, Namjoon turned to scowl at you. “Dude. What. The. Fuck…are you trying to do? Are you deliberately trying to torture me?” He said through gritted teeth.

You shrugged, feigning innocence. “A bulging disc, huh? That’s what you’re going with?”

“What? One of my producing partners kept talking about his back issues! It was stuck in my head so it was the only thing I could pull out of my ass,” he whispers harshly.

Your brows rose at him. “You know that bulging discs are only common in men?”

“What? There must be some tiny percentage of women who experience it?”

You snort. “Oh, sure. If Vee was secretly a 40-year-old man,” you contended.

Namjoon groans softly. “Look…just…please? Can you work with me here for just a bit longer? I was on the phone with my lawyer earlier and she just got served with the papers last night. I think that’s why she’s been calling me nonstop.”

You suck in a long, deep breath. “Joon…you don’t have to deal with this alone, you know?”

“Right. Because I have you.” He flashed his dimple at you. When you were younger, it usually meant that he fucked up and he wanted you to cover for him.

You roll your eyes, but before you could argue, you hear the sound of your kids pleading with Eunhae to come back tomorrow for playtime–to which she sweetly agreed to. You are prompted to walk to the foyer to wrangle them, but the kids were too excited to have another new playmate.

You temporarily put a pin on your conversation with your older brother while you watch Taehyung and Eunhae leave for the hotel. Distantly, you hear Namjoon’s phone going off in his pocket again.

******

“What are you reading these days, Namjoon-ah?”

Namjoon picked up his reading habits from his dad, often recommending new books to him. When he enters the room after breakfast, he notices a few of the new books that he had ordered for him–piled neatly in a corner, only a few of them looking like they had been read.

He picks up his dad’s copy of I Want To Write but I Don't Want to Write and reads a couple of passages to him, until he hears his dad groan.

“Dad, are you okay? Do you need me to get mom?”

“No, no–sit. I just need a minute.” After catching his breath, he turns his attention back to Namjoon. “How’s that new album coming?”

Namjoon quietly bristles. The night before, while his dad was heavily medicated, he silently confessed about the impending end of his marriage.

“Uh…” He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “It’s…coming along. I just sent some edits back.”

His dad hums. “And how’s Vicky doing?” There was a subtle but peculiar lilt to his tone. For a moment, Namjoon wondered if his dad had been consciously listening the whole time, even with a high dose of morphine in his system.

“She’s…alright. Busy working, you know.”

His dad hums again. “Is she still having some trouble–you know, emotionally?”

Namjoon inhaled sharply. “Uhm…she’s talking to someone to help with that.”

“That’s good. I’m glad…I was worried about her…” He coughs a little, “...and you.”

“Thanks, dad. I’ll be alright. Just a little stressed out from work.”

“Harabeoji!” Joobin calls out when he walks into the room, much to Namjoon’s relief.

“Joobinie!” His dad beams at the sight of his grandchildren.

Jooni quietly walks in right behind him, clutching a couple of stuffed animals with her. Namjoon uses this opportunity to make a hasty exit, mentioning a call that he needed to return.

On his way back down to the basement, he shoots his friend Hobi a quick text, inviting him to stop by since his dad was awake and he thought it would lift his spirits to see a familiar face.

******

Taehyung drives ahead of Eunhae as he leads her towards one out of the only two hotels in town. This one was family-run while the other was part of a national chain.

“Thanks for the escort,” she tells him after he gets out of the car. “You know, you didn’t have to. I could have just used the GPS.”

“The GPS would have told you to get back on the highway only to exit three minutes later just to get here,” Taehyung answers.

He was right. The GPS didn’t have a clue about the residential route–but even then, only someone who grew up in this town would know that.

“Well, either way, I appreciate it,” she smiles at him.

“Why’d you come here?”

Eunhae opened her mouth to speak but shut it quickly, as if she was trying to rethink her answer.

“And how did you know that I’d be here anyway?”

“Y-you told me…sort of…the other night, when you knocked on my door,” she stuttered.

Taehyung thought back on that night in question. He remembered knocking on her door and her being skittish…telling him that she was busy with a date. To be honest, he was so overwhelmed with the whole situation that he doesn’t recall what else he might have told Eunhae, or how much detail he shared about his dad.

“Okay but…how did you know where my family lives? I don’t remember telling you that.”

She smiles uncomfortably and decides to come clean. “I–” she sighed softly, “I ran into Jungkook the day after you left, while he was picking up your mail, and I asked him where you were.”

Taehyung internally groans, making a mental note to reprimand his friend.

“Please don’t be mad at him. I practically threatened him if he didn’t give me the address,” she adds quickly. “I…I was worried.”

“You were worried?” After she practically ghosted him last time, he was right to feel skeptical about that.

“Well…of course, I was. You looked really upset last time and–”

“You didn’t have to come all the way out here,” he interjects blandly. “You didn’t have to waste gas or…” he shrugged, “...your time.”

Eunhae was visibly hurt…but she knew within some part of her that she deserved his ire. “Tae, I know that this isn’t really the right time for this but, I just want to tell you that I’m really sorry.”

“You’re sorry about…what? My dad dying? Or for sleeping with me and then ghosting me?”

She pursed her lips and shifted her eyes downward. “For…everything,” she says quietly.

Taehyung sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t understand, Eunhae. I thought–” he sighed, “I thought we were cool. And then…you just cut me out for no reason?”

“There was a reason.”

He scoffed. “Oh, that date that you were on?”

“No, Tae. I–” she sighed softly, pausing for a beat, before shaking her head. “I wasn’t on a date.”

He jerked his neck back in surprise then knitted his eyebrows in confusion. “What? But you said–”

“I know…but I wasn’t. Not really. I just…” She pauses to collect her thoughts, gripping at the handle on her small, overnight luggage. “I was avoiding you.”

“W-why would you avoid me?”

“Because! I saw that look in your eyes after we had sex!”

He winced, furrowing his brows so far in, she thought they were merging. “What ‘look’?”

Eunhae took in a shaky breath. “The ‘look’ that says you want more.”

Taehyung is slightly taken aback and utterly confused. He wasn’t sure that he looked at her any differently than he did in the past. “How can you tell that just by one look? A look that I usually have after an orgasm?”

She rolls her eyes in exasperation. “It was different that time.” She lowered her voice to almost a whisper. “It felt different.”

His heart lurches in his chest and his mouth goes dry while he keeps his gaze at her. In a matter of seconds, he flashes back to that night–the last one they spent together after coming back from babysitting the kids. They had shared personal things about their lives, deepening their connection.

Taehyung tried his best to maintain distance. He tried his best to stay in his lane–just as she wanted. But it was difficult not to yearn. By nature, he was somebody who felt deeply about people, especially those whom he cared for. And he cared about her…a lot. It was difficult for him to admit it within himself. But he already knew…he knew it even before YN called him out on it.

After that night, he thought about pursuing a real relationship with her. But she shut all that down when she started avoiding him. His shoulders slumped and he put his hands on his hips, hardening his expression. “What does it matter, Eunhae? Feelings complicate things, right?”

She stilled at the sound of her words being thrown back at her. When they first met, she had just gotten her first legitimate job. She was feeling some pressure from her family to ‘help out.’ Getting into a romantic relationship would just be a distraction. It would derail her. But just because she chose not to get into a relationship didn’t mean she couldn’t at least enjoy a casual fling or two.

Living in the city felt lonely, especially when she barely went home to go see her family. Taehyung came in at just the right time, when he found her struggling with a few boxes that she was moving into the apartment across the hall. Had she known this pretty boy would be more than what she bargained for, she would have run in the opposite direction and never looked back.

She nodded wordlessly. “Right. Listen, Taehyung–for what it’s worth, I’m sorry about your dad. Let’s just say…I know what it feels like to go through the same thing.” With a faint smile, she walks away from him and up to the front desk to check in.

His eyebrows lifted but she doesn’t see Taehyung’s face soften. He decides not to pry any further. It was just as he said earlier–what would it matter?

He begrudgingly gets back into his car to drive home.

So what if he felt something for her? He wouldn’t get a chance to explore that. She made that clear before and she’s making it clear now. Besides, he had other things to worry about other than telling Eunhae that he had fallen for her.

******

“...And then me and my friend Nicholas play at the monkey bars at recess. He always likes my snacks because mommy gives me cookies-n-cream Pocky. So now, I ask mommy to pack me another one so I can share it with him.” Joobin sat on the bed–at your dad’s insistence–and talked animatedly about his adventures at school.

Your dad’s laughter is reduced to wheezing but he still showed that he was just as entertained by your son’s school anecdotes. “That’s nice of you, Joobinie,” he whispers.

After you rolled your eyes at the thought of funding another child’s snack budget, they shifted to the other corner of the room, where Jooni was playing on the floor.

“Jooni, do you want to come here and talk to harabeoji about your little friends at school?”

She doesn’t look up but shakes her head softly. Your dad was lucid this afternoon, his pain level was at a fairly manageable level, all things considered. When he woke, he asked about his grandchildren. After Sam paid his respects, the kids cautiously entered the room.

Since you arrived, you wrestled with the thought of how to tell your children that they may not see their beloved grandfather again. After breakfast, you finally gathered up the courage to tell them. You explained to them that harabeoji was sick, like how their little friend Kevin got sick. And just like Kevin, he wasn’t going to get better either.

This was the reason why you were staying here for a few days–to keep harabeoji company and make sure that he has all the happy memories that he can bring with him when it was time for him to go.

Joobin was happy to rise to the occasion, making sure to tell harabeoji many, many funny stories about how first grade was better than kindergarten in so many ways, except for the part where he only had two recesses instead of the three that he used to get last year.

Jooni, on the other hand, has been quiet since your earlier conversation. As soon as she set foot in the room where your dad was, her silence was even more uncharacteristic, especially around him. She was very close to your dad. In fact, whenever your dad came over to the city, she always followed him around. She took her very first steps trying to walk to him in the kitchen while he made kalguksu.

//FLASHBACK

“Mommyyyy! Something’s wrong with Kevin!” Your stomach drops in the middle of packing the kids’ lunches and rush upstairs to Joobin’s room. You took a couple of tentative steps towards the small space next to his nightlight where your kids currently crowded a 19” x 12” cage.

Kevin the hamster had not been as active in the last few days. It was Joobin who pointed out that he hadn’t played on his wheel, or run up his little tube-obstacle course. Even putting him in his hamster ball didn’t make a difference. He just slept in it, when normally, he would be running around the hallways and the living room, getting himself stuck underneath the couch. Nowadays, he is slower and would rather sleep.

“Mom, why won’t he eat his breakfast?” Joobin asks.

“Mommy, is Kevin okay?” Jooni is equally worried. She had just turned three and this was her first pet, ever. Kevin’s breakfast was Jooni’s responsibility and she took it to heart. This morning, no matter how much they tried to coax him out of it, Kevin remained in his burrow–even when presented with his favorite, apple slices.

Joobin had been asking for a pet that wasn’t a fish. He asked for an animal that he could actually pet and hug. You and Sam knew that he was alluding to a dog and you held off for the longest time, using Jooni as an excuse because she was still too little or that she might get ‘scared.’ Shortly after his sister’s 2nd birthday, he deemed that she was big enough to help him take care of it.

Although Joobin felt as though he had been tricked, he grew comfortable with the idea of starting off small, then working his way up. The sales associate enthusiastically told you that the average lifespan for a hamster was about 2-3 years. At best, you thought it would last 6 months–maybe a year, if you were being optimistic.

It’s been a little over 13 months now and here you were, faced with Kevin’s possible mortality.

“Uhm–guys, you know what? I think Kevin needs a minute.”

“Like after you go running?” Joobin asks.

“Yes, bud. Just like how mommy comes back from a run.” You check your watch to find that if you didn’t leave home in the next 5 minutes, you’d find yourself at the back of the car line and would be late to your next appointment.

“Guys, listen–how ‘bout we leave for school now and when I get back home, I’ll check on Kevin. Does that sound like a good idea?”

“You promise?” Jooni’s eyes are pleading.

“Yes, baby. I promise that I will check on him when I get home.” When she smiles, you shift your eyes to Joobin for confirmation and he gives you a nod.

On your way out of the room, while Jooni was out of earshot, Joobin stops you. “Is Kevin going to be okay, mom?” He asks softly.

You pursed your lips and look at him. You knew that it was a high possibility that Kevin would not come out of this alive. You didn’t want to make it sound bleak but you also didn’t want to lie to him and set expectations that could eventually break his heart.

You crouched down to his level and addressed him carefully. “Honestly, I’m not sure, buddy.” Joobin’s face turns crestfallen. “But–” you squeezed his little hand in yours for assurance, “We’ll figure it out, okay?” It wasn’t a guarantee but whatever happened, you would deal with it together.

//END FLASHBACK

******

You sigh and call her again, more sternly this time. “Jooni-yah.”

“That’s okay, YN. I think the bed might be scaring her,” he says, waving his hand softly. “Just let her be.”

“Harabeoji?”

“Yes, Joobin?”

“Does your boo-boo hurt?”

Your breath hitches at your son’s frank question. At six years old, Joobin was wise beyond his years. He was also inherently curious–as children should be.

“Not right now, sonja, but thank you for asking,” your dad responds quietly.

Joobin nods then turns to you. “Mom, can I please get a snack from Auntie Yoojung downstairs?”

“Sure.”

“Harabeoji, do you want a snack, too?” He asks.

Your dad shook his head gingerly. “No, thank you. I’m still full from breakfast.”

With another quick nod, you help Joobin off the bed and he walks downstairs to the kitchen.

“Why did you lie ha-beoji? You didn’t eat your food.” You turn to see Jooni, now standing and addressing your dad directly.

“Jooni–”

“Mommy said it’s bad to lie. Your bowl was still full when ha-meoni took it.”

You didn’t even realize that Jooni was paying attention when your mom put your dad’s tray away–the food remaining untouched.

Your dad smiles softly and beckons her. “Come here, princess.”

She hesitates for a few seconds but eventually walks up to the bed. Once she was by his side, he gently pats the empty space next to him, inviting her to sit. “Don’t be scared, sweetheart. It’s just me.”

She raises her arms on the bed for leverage and tries to pull herself up on her own. Nervous that she might accidentally put her weight somewhere that could hurt your dad, you pick her up and prop her at a safe distance from him.

He squeezes her little hand carefully. “I’m sorry, princess. I didn’t mean to lie. I just wasn’t hungry.”

“You slept so much yesterday. You’re not hungry? I’m always hungry when I wake up.”

Your dad wheeze-laughed at her. “I know, sonnyeo. But that’s because you’re so little. You need to eat more so you can grow bigger. Harabeoji is old. I don’t need to eat that much anymore.”

“But Kevin stopped eating, too.”

Your dad’s eyebrows knit and shifts his gaze at you, giving you a confused look. He remembered your kids’ pet hamster. They never missed a chance to show him off whenever your parents were in town.

“I don’t want you to be like Kevin…” Her voice started to crack and she let out a sob. “I don’t want you to go to Paradise Falls, ha-beoji. I want you to stay here,” she whimpered.

“Oh, baby…” Your heart squeezes.

Your dad slowly lifts his arm and gestures at Jooni to lay next to him. She obliges.

He winces a little but he squeezes her closer to him anyway. “You know, princess, where I’m going–I’ll still be able to watch over you and your brother. I’ll come to you in your dreams and we can play there as much as you want. Your mommy can’t stop us there. We can play all day and anytime.”

You clasp your hand firmly on your mouth, trying to will your tears to the back of your eyes. You wanted your children to understand the concept of life and death at an early age. Most people think it’s a mistake to open up young kids to the idea but is there ever an ideal age to wrap your head around a life that was coming to an end?

It was a difficult topic but with your dad’s looming mortality, it would be more difficult to explain to your children why one of their heroes would suddenly disappear from their lives. Kevin was just a pet, but the kids loved him and treated him like family. And although you and Sam had to sugarcoat it at the time–using one of their favorite movies to explain why Kevin was gone and where he was headed to after, they understood that he wasn’t coming back. They would be sad for a bit but they can always smile at the thought that they loved and cared for him–and that he would remember that–when he got to Paradise Falls.

******

About an hour later, Namjoon’s phone pings with a text–thankfully, not from Victoria. It was Hobi letting him know that he just pulled up to his house and would be walking across the street shortly.

He walks up the steps from the basement and down the hallway towards the front door. He opens it just in time to see Hobi making his way up the front porch. Namjoon grins widely while Hobi’s brows furrow slightly at his friend’s scruffier look. He made it a point to ask about it later.

“Namjoonie.”

“Hey, bro,” Namjoon greets him with a hug by the front door.

“I meant to stop by yesterday.”

He waves Hobi off. “Aish, c’mon, man. No worries at all. You’re always welcome here, you know.” Namjoon pats him on the back.

Just then, Taehyung steps back into the house from the garage entrance after returning from a most perplexing drive back from Eunhae’s hotel. His eyes light up when he sees Hobi and quickly approaches to greet him.

“Hyung!” His arms outstretched the entire walk down the hallway towards Hobi, until he engulfs him in a tight embrace.

“Hey, Taehyungie.”

“Good to see you, hyung,” Taehyung smiles as he pulls away.

Hobi’s eyes wander around the room briefly. “Is your mom around?”

“Hobi! Hi, sweetheart,” your mom greets him as she walks into the foyer from the den. “Eomeonim,” he greets her with a smile and a low bow.

Her hand flies to her chest and lets out an exaggerated gasp, widening her eyes at him. “Ya! ‘Eomeonim’? Whatever happened to ‘eomma?’”

Hobi smiles sheepishly while Namjoon and Taehyung snicker. “I…wasn’t sure if I was still allowed–”

“Jung Hoseok! You are as good my child as your mom is my children’s second mother. Now you come here and give eomma a hug!”

Hobi obliges and she wraps her arms tightly around him. “Thank you for coming, Hoseokie,” she says softly into his ear. She pulls away and cups his face, smiling warmly at him. “Come on, upstairs. I’ll take you to him.”

As they start to walk towards the stairs, they stop at the sound of Joobin barrelling from the kitchen.

“Halmeoni! Halmeoni! Can I please have more–” He abruptly stops by the front doorway as his line of sight shifts from his grandmother to uncles and the newcomer.

Namjoon jerks his head sideways in Joobin’s direction. “Hobi, have you met Joobin?” Hobi was familiar with your kids. Namjoon never missed a chance to talk about them or show off new photos whenever they met up. This was the first time that Hobi was being formally introduced.

“I know of him but never met him. Hi there,” Hobi smiles at Joobin.

Joobin walks up to him to introduce himself. “Hi, I’m Joobin.”

“My name is Hoseok, but you can call me Hobi.”

“Nice to meet you, Hobi-nim.” Joobin says with a small bow. Afterwards, he turns to his grandmother. “Excuse me, Halmeoni?”

“Yes, darling?”

“May I please have another hotteok? Auntie Yoojung says to ask mommy but I think she’s busy.” Your mom cocked an eyebrow at him. He could very well run up the steps to ask you but he knows you’d say no if he wanted another. He was upping his chances by asking halmeoni.

She bends down slightly and whispers to him. “Fine. One very small piece, okay?” She says with a wink.

Joobin smiles, thanks his grandmother and runs back into the kitchen for another treat.

“You know you’re playing with fire, right, ma?” Namjoon’s tone is teasing.

She scoffs. “Aish, Namjoon-ah. Your halmeoni did the same thing. Just be quiet and don’t rat me out to your sister.”

He and Hobi share a smirk and chuckle amongst themselves as they make their way upstairs to your dad’s room.

******

After calming Jooni down, you lifted her off your dad’s bed. It was nearing dinnertime and you wanted to help Yoojung get things started. She’s been such a saint–making all of the family’s meals, as the oldest son’s wife.

It didn’t really need to fall on her but Yoojung was relatively traditional and took these responsibilities to heart. While Jin continued to run the restaurant, she took a leave from her job as a school teacher to help take care of your family.

She was maternal in every way imaginable–minus an actual child. She was great with your kids and loved them as her own. It was terrible of you to think that on some days, you wished you could deposit Joobin and Jooni at Jin and Yoojung’s for a weekend just to get a breather.

But mom-guilt was real. The clank and drag of the ball and chain echoed in your head whenever you attempted to make plans for yourself. Although Yoojung and Taehyung were happy to watch your children, and you could very well afford a part-time nanny with how much Sam made, you chose to do things yourself. You were genuinely happy about it. Very early on, you knew that you wanted to be there for all of your babies’ milestones.

You scaled back at your old office job after Joobin was born; even turning down a promotion because it would mean spending more time at work and less time with him.

When Jooni was born, it was getting more difficult to manage it, so you quit and took on some consulting work. You set your own hours and you could work from wherever you needed to and sign off in time to make the kids dinner and put them to bed.

You checked to make sure that your dad’s pain was still manageable–to which, he says that he wanted to ‘rest his eyes’ for a bit. Jooni was still feeling extra-clingy so you picked her up, rested her on your hip while she buried her face into your neck.

You step out of the room and when you look up, you are stopped in your tracks at the threshold after you see three pairs of eyes staring at you.

“Hobi!” You breathed out while you stared back at them, wide-eyed and mouth agape.

“Uh…h-hi, w-what are you–” you stutter, looking to your mom and Namjoon for answers.

“Hobi had a free afternoon, honey. He’s come to say ‘hi’ to your dad.”

“Hey, sunshine,” he smiles warmly at you and you return it with your own lopsided grin.

“My mommy’s name is YN, not ‘Sunshine,’”Jooni giggles upon hearing Hobi’s nickname for you, to which Namjoon distantly coughs, clearing his throat.

You laugh uncomfortably while you readjust your hold on Jooni.

“I know,” Hobi says gently. “I just always used to call her that.”

Jooni grins at him. “What did she call you?” You gasped as you did not expect that at all. You could hear Namjoon distantly choking on his own saliva.

You gulped, attempting to steer the conversation in a different direction. “Uhm–Jooni, this is Hoseok-ssi.”

“Hoseok-ssi,” she repeated in her little voice, giving him a smile.

He leans in and smiles warmly back at her. “Nice to meet you, Jooni. You look like a ray of sunshine, too.”

“Or a raincloud,” Namjoon jokes. She pouts playfully at her uncle.

“Just kidding, princess. Come on, there’s some hotteok downstairs. Do you want to come with me to see if Joobin-oppa left you some?”

She whines a little. “No! I want my own hotteok, Uncle Joonie.” You nearly drop her as she immediately squirms out of your hold to rush towards Namjoon.

You shoot Namjoon a warning look but he’s already off to bribe Jooni with food.

“Oh…you know kids and their snacks,” your mom laughs. “Anyway, let me go and check in with him first, Hobi.” She enters the room to find out whether your dad was still up for a quick visit, leaving you and Hobi standing in the hallway.

You open your mouth to speak but Hobi is suddenly startled at the sudden grumbling on the other side of the door behind him–the room that Sam was in.

“No-no-no, that’s just not going to work for us! You are trying to worm your way into this deal and we are not going to stand for it! What else have you got?”

“S-sorry. It’s uh…work. He’s been a little stressed out,” you say feebly.

“I can tell,” Hobi remarks as more muffled ranting comes through the closed door. He was pretty familiar with the room behind it as it was Namjoon’s old bedroom, where he spent many afternoons hanging out after they came home from school. His level of familiarity with Namjoon’s room was only rivaled by the one directly across from it.

”He’s…talking to some clients in Berlin. It’s supposed to be a big deal,” you say dryly. You don’t know why you’re telling him this–it’s not like it was crucial information. “Anyway, I had to tell him to move across the hall so he wouldn’t disturb my dad.”

“Well, he sounds like someone used to pushing people around to get what he wants.”

You shrugged. “He wouldn’t be good at his job if he wasn’t.”

“As long as he doesn’t do it to you,” he mutters under his breath but loud enough for you to hear.

Your eyebrows furrow slightly. “Huh?”

“I mean–” he paused to choose his next few words carefully. “As long as that tone stays within his business hours and not, you know,” he downturned his mouth slightly, “…after-hours.”

You chuckled and shook your head. Heaven forbid Sam spoke to you like a client. You may have given up some things since marrying him but you were still the same person who grew up with three strong-willed brothers. “Psh, as if I would ever allow him to do that.” you say to Hobi directly.

Hobi laughs at your spunky tone.

“Hobah!” You both turn your heads at your dad calling out to Hobi from his bed. “Get in here!”

“Guess I’m being summoned,” he chuckled while he advanced towards the doorway. You stepped away from the doorframe in an attempt to get out of the way but ended up blocking him.

“S-sorry,“ you both stutter.

Embarrassed, you sidestep in the opposite direction only to find him mirroring your action.

With a chuckle, you carefully place your hands on his arms to hold him still, tuning out the sound of his breath hitching upon contact. You take one step off to the side and clear the way for him and withdraw your hands.

“I’ll uh, see you later,” was all you could muster before turning away to head downstairs to the kitchen.

******

The kids busied themselves with their devices while you helped Yoojung get dinner ready. Namjoon and Taehyung wander in, no doubt lured by the smell of food. Minutes after you set the table and make your children plates, your mom and Hobi make their way into the kitchen.

“Oh, good! Dinner is ready,” she remarked.

“Eomma, I should probably go–”

“Nonsense! You will eat here first before you go. I won’t get in trouble with your mom,” she smiled, not leaving any room for him to protest.

She urged him to take a seat at the table. He walks over, preparing to take a seat next to Namjoon. “Hoseok-ssi, you can sit next to me,” Jooni smiles at him.

You stop fussing around a baking dish, astounded at your daughter’s invitation. Taehyung and Namjoon exchanged surprised looks.

“Uhh…are you sure?” Hobi asks apprehensively.

“Yeah! You can watch me finish my vegetables,” she says proudly.

Joobin laughs at his sister’s comment. “What’s so cool about watching you eat vegetables?”

Jooni scowls at him. “Shh! I’m trying to make a new friend, oppa.”

“Then we shouldn’t be fighting in front of a new friend, right?” You say to them as you lay the baking dish in the middle of the table.

Hobi moves up to sit next to Jooni and you take your seat next to Joobin.

“Is Sam-hyung joining us, noona?” Taehyung asks.

“Oh–uh, no. He’s stuck on a video call but I put aside a plate for him,” you reply.

“Well, that’s good to know. I wouldn’t want to hold back, especially on dak galbi,” Namjoon mutters.

Your mom audibly clears her throat at him, which Namjoon ignores as he spoons some chicken on his plate.

******

“Oh, man…I’m so full. I don’t know how I can manage to roll myself back to the bar,” Hobi laughs.

“Can’t you take the night off?” Namjoon asks.

Hobi shook his head gently. “Nah…I have to head back to Hangsang. Otherwise, Yoongi-hyung might rage-quit on me,” he chuckles while getting up from his seat.

Namjoon follows suit, along with your mom.

“I’ll walk you out, bro,” Namjoon says.

Hobi mouths his thanks to him and turns back, bowing to everyone. “Thank you for having me.” He looks to be addressing the whole table when in fact, he was just looking at you.

You return his gaze and smile politely at him but you don’t linger. Instead, you turn your attention back to your children.

At the doorway, he does a quick bro-hug exchange with Namjoon before he turns back to your mom.

“Thank you for coming, Hobi,” your mom says.

“I’m so sorry about appa. My mom sends her love, too,” Hobi says gently.

She smiles sadly, as if in silent gratitude. He gives her one more hug.

Before he pulls away, his line of sight wanders upward, where sees a figure making their way down the stairs. When he steps back, he acknowledges that it was Sam. Namjoon and your mom look up to see him standing halfway down the steps.

He and Hobi briefly lock eyes. Hobi bobs his head quickly for a nod and Sam does the same. Tearing his attention away from him and back to your mom, Hobi says his final goodbyes.

“Just let me know if you need anything, eomma. I’m one call away,” he says with a smile before stepping out of the door, which Namjoon was holding open.

When the door shuts, Sam walks to the bottom of the steps and asks where you were. “Jangmonim, have you seen YN?”

“In the kitchen, with the kids. She put aside a dinner plate for you.”

“Thank you,” he says quietly before proceeding to the kitchen.

Your mom and Namjoon exchanged looks before she headed back upstairs to check on your dad while he retreated back to the basement.

******

It didn’t matter where you were–laundry was always your number one nemesis–only second to the car line at Joobin’s school. After checking on your dad and putting the kids to bed, you started the painfully necessary chore of folding clothes.

You look up to see Sam entering the room right after his shower.

“Your dad seemed like he was in better spirits today.”

You scoffed while you folded a pair of Jooni’s pajamas. “I guess that’s one way of looking at it.”

Sam realizes his blunder and immediately tries to rectify it. “I’m sorry, YN–I was only trying–”

“It’s–” you interject then sighed ruefully, “It’s alright. I know you mean well,” you say softly without looking up at him.

He paused to lean back against the desk across the bed. You could feel his eyes on you but you kept your attention on the pile of clothing that you were carefully sorting out. He folded his arms across his chest then chewed at his bottom lip for a few seconds. He then cleared his throat. “I uh, see that your neighbor, Hoseok stopped by today.”

You faltered for a fraction of a second at the sound of his name but continued to pull more clothes out of the hamper to fold them. “Yeah, he did,” you say evenly.

“What are the chances that he comes to visit on the day that your dad was lucid?”

You picked up the edge in his tone but you weren’t taking the bait. You kept your focus on getting to the bottom of this hamper. “I’m sure Namjoon-oppa texted or called to let him know that.”

“Right…because they’re best friends.”

“Yep, since nursery school,” you respond.

He chuckled softly. “You know, I didn’t realize that he called your mom, ‘eomma.’” Sam knew that you and Hobi had history. He just wasn’t sure how deep it was since you didn’t really talk about it and your family sure as hell wasn’t going around volunteering information.

Sam knew that you grew up together and dated from your junior year in high school up until you graduated college. Then, not long after moving to the city for an internship, things ended. Shortly after that, you and Sam met.

It took a while for your family to get used to the idea of him being around but you stood by him. Taehyung took to him more quickly, followed by Jin, then your mom–who eventually talked your dad into accepting him. Namjoon was the holdout–understandably so. He came around eventually, after Joobin was born.

You exhaled sharply after putting the last bit of the kids’ clothes in two neat piles. You looked up at your husband, who stood across from you.

He stared back at you blankly, in an effort to appear ambivalent.

Cocking your head to the side, you moisten your lips. You were tired of this conversation but went ahead and repeated the same speech you’ve given over the years. “Hoseok has been our family friend for years. My brothers and I have grown up with him; our parents are friends. So yes, he calls my parents ‘eomma’ and ‘appa.’”

“And do you call his mom ‘eomma,’ too?” He vaguely remembered you coming back home to attend Hobi’s dad’s funeral a couple years back.

“Yes, I do.” you answer firmly. “And so do my brothers.” You arch an eyebrow at him, gearing up for any more questions that he may have.

He purses his lips and nods, seemingly satisfied with your answer. He pulls himself away from the desk that he was leaning against then rounds the bed to begin to settle under the covers.

You finish folding the last pieces of clothing, load them back into the hamper, then pick it up to make your way across the hall to put them back into their dresser.

“Are you mad about me working?” His question stops you mid-way to the door. You turn to face him, hamper still in-hand.

“Why would I be mad? It’s work, right?”

He sighed wearily. “Okay. I just…didn’t want to get into a fight about this if we didn’t need to.”

You scoffed. “Who says I want to fight? I’ve got other things to be upset about than you being on the phone or on your computer all day.”

His jaw tensed. “I could have done all this in-person instead of remotely–”

“You didn’t have to come,” you interjected. “You could have stayed in Berlin or Amsterdam to finish whatever you needed to.”

“Well, when you called, you sounded really upset so I thought that I needed to be here,” he argued.

“Because my dad is dying, Sam!” You bit back, releasing the hamper’s straps, making it land on the floor with a soft thud. “Of course, I was upset when I called you—“ You stopped yourself before your voice rose any further.

You shut your eyes for a second, and took two slow breaths to calm the incessant beating in your chest. “I just didn’t want my family saying anything…about you and me.”

He gave you a wry look. “I think we’re past worrying about appearances, don’t you think?” It was a rhetorical question at this point. But somewhere in the back of your mind, you wanted to push that thought aside.

Your family was vaguely aware that Sam’s work took him away from home a lot. He’s been given more responsibilities, handling larger and more complex negotiations.

When he was home, he was understandably tired. He spent time with the kids when he could muster it. You went on meticulously planned date nights or family vacations. It had to be on his schedule because your time was more flexible.

Eventually, Namjoon got tired of pointing it out. It was easier to avoid the conversation with the rest of your family since you barely went home and they didn’t know how much time Sam actually spent working.

He’s just really committed to his job.

He’s under a lot of pressure to deliver.

He pays the bills and helps with the kids when he can.

No, he is not having an affair. He loves our family and he’s making a huge sacrifice for us.

“Would it kill you just to put in a bit more effort?” You whispered harshly but the undertone of your voice was pleading.

He dug his thumb and forefinger into the inner corners of his eyes before looking back at you. He nods silently, after a beat.

“Thank you,” you utter, then pick up the hamper’s handles once more and turn your back on him.

“By the way, I have another early call at 4:30 tomorrow morning.” You paused again, turning your head slightly to respond to him. “‘Kay. I’m going to sleep with the kids then so I can be out of your way.”

With a huff, you reach for the doorknob and call over your shoulder. “Can you please try harder to keep your voice down tomorrow? Or I can book you a hotel room—“

“I’ll keep it down,” he says immediately.

With a tight smile, you murmur your thanks again and say good night before walking across the hall to snuggle up to your babies.

******

After a full day at the restaurant, Jin greets Yoojung and they briefly talk about their day. The restaurant was busy and he couldn’t come home in-between lunch and dinner service since he had to make some emergency supply runs. After a quick conversation, she urges him to go upstairs to hopefully still catch his dad awake. He cups her face in his hands and kisses her tenderly, thanking her for essentially managing the household while his mom was preoccupied with his dad.

When Jin walked into the room, he fully expected his dad to be asleep again. To his surprise, he was still alert, even at this late hour.

“How was service today?” Your dad croaks out.

Jin chuckles as he sinks into the wingback chair. “Very good. We actually ran out of some stuff. I had to go and make an emergency stop at the store so we could finish out the day strong.”

He smiled approvingly.

Jin was dead-tired but his exhaustion was all but forgotten while he spoke to his dad. “How ‘bout you, dad? Did you have a good day?”

“I sure did! Joobinie talked my ear off,” he laughed.

Jin laughed as well.

“He’s very smart, that one. Quiet, but a really deep thinker,” his dad mused.

Jin nods in agreement.

“He reminds me of Taehyungie.”

“Mm. How’d you figure that?”

His dad smiled thoughtfully. “He sits and watches before he makes a move. You think you know what he’s thinking; what he’s going to do. And then before you know it, he just surprises you.”

Jin moves his palms back and forth on top of the armrests. “He’s a good kid. YN’s doing a great job with him.” Then he quickly adds, “And Jooni, too.”

Your dad grinned then wheezed. “Oh! She’s a little firecracker.”

“That, she is. She takes after YN. She may be small but she will make her voice heard.” Jin’s chest rose, then he released a deep, wistful breath. “Yoojung is so good with them.”

His dad hummed warm-heartedly. “You’ll both make good parents someday.”

There was a pause, then Jin chuckled. “I know she’ll be a good mom. I’m not so sure about myself, though.”

“I’ve never known you to shy away from a big job.”

Kids were a job, alright. And it terrified Jin to the core. At an early age, he has seen the struggles that his parents went through. It was difficult but they managed it, despite the circumstances.

“Kids are different, dad.”

He wasn’t sure if he was up to the task of being a parent. The restaurant was a huge challenge but he eventually got the hang of it. He just had to make sure that it ran smoothly, add some modern adjustments, and that the staff was happy in order for the business to be sustainable.

“You single handedly took over our family business. Even before you felt that you were ready. How different would it be with a child?”

Jin let out a humorless laugh. It wasn’t the diapers or the sleepless nights. It wasn’t the potential tantrums, fear of not being able to teach the right values, or other societal pressures involved in raising a child.

“I…” He lifted a shoulder and bit the corner of his bottom lip before hissing out a breath. “I just don’t know if I’ll ever be able to do it as well as you.”

His dad’s brows knitted at Jin for a beat before letting out a wheezing laugh, which turned into a minor coughing fit. Jin gets up to hand him the cup of water that was closeby.

After taking a few sips through a straw and catches his breath,he waves his hand gently, letting Jin know that he was alright.

“I’m sorry for laughing,” he smiles languidly at Jin.

“I think you’re overexerting yourself,” Jin remarks. After ensuring that his dad was alright, he sits back down on the chair, in a slightly more tense posture.

Taking in a deep, slow breath, his dad continues his thought. “This was like our conversation in the kitchen about the kalguksu. Do you think that my kalguksu is the same exact recipe that your harabeoji had? Of course not!”

Jin relaxed his shoulders a bit.

“I showed you and your siblings how to make my food but I don’t keep any of the recipes. The only time I started writing them down was when you asked me to.”

When his dad started scaling his duties back at the restaurant, Jin asked his dad to write down all of his recipes. Before that, his dad kept everything in his head.

“Dad, documentation is important,” Jin chuckled. It was a vital lesson that he picked up from business school. His dad was not very good at it, which was why his mom basically hired Hobi’s mom to manage the books for the restaurant in addition to her husband’s bar.

After she retired, Jin took over that task until he slowly took on the rest of the business’s responsibilities.

“The point, Seokjin–” he sucks in another breath, “We all have different approaches to certain things. You are free to tailor it to your liking–whatever works for you. Have you tried your sister’s maeuntang lately?”

Jin thought about it–it was one random weekend a few months ago, when he and Yoojung came to visit. It was right after their appointment at the fertility clinic and they stopped by YN’s house for dinner before driving back home.

“It’s been a while, but I remember. It tastes just like yours,” Jin says casually.

“It most definitely does not,” his dad responds with a smile. “Apart from the fish, she’s made so many changes to it—most likely because she can’t get some of the ingredients over there. But she’s done a great job of it. She made it work for her. And see? You can barely taste the difference!”

“Still–it’s…” Jin groans, “I’m terrified, dad. You…you were amazing with us!”

His dad wheezed in laughter. “That’s what you think! Do you know how many times I called your mom while she was on-set every time something came up?”

Jin relaxed with a sigh.

“Seokjinnie, if you’re scared about parenthood, then do it ‘scared’! If you have no idea what you’re doing, ask your mom; ask your yeodongsaeng. Don’t ever be afraid to ask for help. You’re never too good for it.”

Jin silently held his lips between his teeth while he stared at his dad. He looked even weaker than he did at the hospital. “What would we do without you, dad?” He whispers, his eyes welling up at the thought.

His shoulders lifted slightly. “You’ll all keep living.”

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quinloki · 5 months

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nah please feel free to answer pubically if you want I'm mostly embarassed bc WHY AM I THINKING THESE THOUGHTS AT WORK also I'm trying to get over my weird adversion to being percieved

(they just like super automated my job in a way that it requires zero brain power and my mind has been wandering very badly soooooo)

okay but like…. lil saucy…

my brain didn't go into super detail and I'm also terrible at translating my thoughts to text BUT

Marco does some kind of favor for Sabo prolly not anything deep just something work related or something and so Sabo wants to get him a little present as thanks but it's sabo and that little present is reader all tied up in marco's bed wrapped in a bow like a present prolly blindfolded or at least gagged so they don't make toooo much noise for anyone else to come investigate (maybe with a toy idk my brain is blue-screening the more I think of this)

and he texts marco like I left a present in your bed as thanks dear brother and marco is like uh and finds it and calls sabo up and is like wow how thoughtful don't you wanna come watch me unwrap it

and ahhh my brain is bluescreening again but I wanted to share

I think I've calmed down a little, this is the first time in awhile that brainrot has hit me this bad I won't lie xD thank you for feeding it and letting me ramble at you <3333

Oh, oh man, look I have someone for you to follow on Twitter if you have it, and if you don't, you still need to see This Set Up.

Familiar is also a Wonderful Comic just all on it's own. Right up there with Sunstone for a solid look at healthy bdsm relationships.

But! Back to the uh, task at hand - I love the idea of this, and especially as a variant (or homage) to the aforementioned set up. I love the idea that this is a point in the relationship where they're all together and still in a house just TEEMING with other people.

Sabo's got the reader all secured and just whispers in her ear that the quieter she can stay, the less likely someone like Ace or Thatch is to accidentally walk in on her. Right before he turns one - or all - of the toys on.

The restraint on his part too, watching her squirm and whimper and leaving her untouched for Marco. Once he gets the text from Marco though, it's a new land speed record as he covers whatever distance is between him and them at that point. Taking two seconds to compose himself before he walks into the room.

There's a little sign on the bedroom door, something about entering without permission on pain of death, and Sabo's not going to tell you that the sign's there. Only reminding you that the door's unlocked and the house is occupied (it is dead-ass empty), as he and Marco have you nearly screaming with pleasure.

You're so exhausted and spent by the end of it that even the next day they're trading off bringing you meals, and catering to your every whim. You try to feign irritation at it, quietly delighting about being pampered, but if they didn't know from the beginning, you're all aware of how you really feel by the end of it.

You're not little bird or dove or anything that day, they spend the day calling you things like princess, lady, queen, etc. XD (Ace is like "did you save them from accidental tax fraud or something?")

#quin answers #kazieai #Outnumbered #revolutionary sabo #marco the phoenix #x reader #reader insert

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seelestia · 2 years

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yesyes a thousand times better--

omg wait. pause. halt. an idea just hit me.

genshin hp!au. rex lapis as the headmaster of liyue schools of wizardry. he disappears after being in the position for thousands of years, and everyone is scrambling over trying to look for him or someone to take over his position. meanwhile, a handsome professor gets admitted into the school to assist in the lack of manpower (the previous headmaster used to teach all sorts of subjects himself but now that he's gone the school is literally lacking teachers), and he seems to be very knowledgeable in all things.... plus, he gives off the same vibes as the previous headmaster too.... hmmm..... *finger snap* could it be??? rex lapis' son???? that has to be it, right?! you, a fellow professor, are determined to get the truth behind this! everyone tells you you're crazy but no, you know this man has got to know something about the headmaster's disappearance! zhongli is very thoroughly amused and decides to entertain you. but jokes on him because he didn't count falling for this stubborn but endearing teacher.

hehehehehe you changed your theme i see. very very pretty!!! loving the soft aesthetics and ayato on the headers + icon!! heizou theme, you will be missed, sorry but ayato's taking over for now!!!

to be fair i'm not as good in photography, it's just bc hubby is so handsome the picture turned out great slkdsldklskd I WILL for sure lolol it sounds like it's gonna be fun (fingers crossed i don't die too much)

right!! sheesh he acts as if he didn't fanboy over the pretty mercenary lady (she is super pretty tho)... lol do what your heart tells you to do, sweetie!!! al haitham would be good too, i'm sure. and even if he's not, he's a total eye candy soooo win-win situation lmao

we'll see, we'll see~ hehe~

i'm happy collei likes me enough to come home so many times but also. sheesh. she's a testament of how stubborn zhongli is ;w; IT IS VERY FANCY indeed!! i'm gonna start leaving zhongli there whenever i log off. i'm sure he needs a change of pace from always sitting on third-round-knockout lol

gosh, imagine sitting in a fine dining establishment with zhongli, in some fancy restaurant high in the sky overlooking the city. live jazz music playing in the background, sipping osmanthus tea while talking and enjoying each other's presence..... sighhhhh

gosh i have been benching kazuha since sumeru bc i added zhongli to the party and i wanted at least 1 dendro character for convenience. i can't swap out xiao bc he's my main dps, and shinobu is essential cause she's healing xiao every time he does his burst....... 'zuha i'm so sorry ;w; random thought: if zhongli has his shield and he does plunge attack shouldn't he basically be immune to the damage also?????

*announcer voice* welcome to sumeru! here we have: the spiderman zipline, very convenient, makes you feel like a spiderman, zipping around the map with ease! weird t-rex monstrosity which might eat you alive! cliffs to climb, slip, and fall to your deaths! how exciting! heart-pounding! book a tour with us now! 1-800-rex-lapis-holdsmyheart! #notascam #realnotclickbait

can you blame me tho angst is so *chefs kiss* when written perfectly!! i still remember that fic, hhhhh so beautiful and heart-wrenching </3 don't you love it when your faves suffer heehee

YES, I HAVE BEEN HALTED AND PAUSED AND AM LISTENING INTENTLY. genshin hp!au, but it's zhongli doing the liyue trial all over again and the reader always has the sherlock holmes sixth sense. (a student from house slytherin, shikanoin heizou is the only one to share your sentiment.)

something about this man is enigmatically off and... familiar. oh, but you've never been the type to rest well until you've uncovered the truth! you'd scrutinize him up and down at any chance you get, either unintentionally or not; when he is in the great hall, when he gives a speech, when he talks with students and other teachers alike — to the point your own colleague, ganyu has to snap you out of it. zhongli, on the other hand, finds your tenacity quite charming. after all, he is the very own truth lying behind the walls of deception you seek to destroy, so will you? will you be the one to break them? the stubborn endearing x calm endeared trope is SOOOO <3 (it's zhongrin in a nutshell /j)

nyehehe, ty! how do you feel as the person who gave me the last push? 🎤 (/j) i saw the header on pinterest and i SWOONED. the white + soft blue palette just immediately comes to mind! aha, now that theme has been made reality thanks to you >:)

nahhh, the model may be the subject of beauty in the picture but the lighting and angle are things decided by the one behind the camera, me thinks! ;D hoping i win the 50/50 with alhaitham because i did not expect to get c1 kazuha when pulling for heizou cons last time <//3

the bgm in the tavern literally makes me wanna have a slow dance??? it's fitting to have zhongli greet you when the bgm plays, hehe <3 THE PORT ORMOS BMG THO. WHY DOES IT SLAP SO HARD. (/lh) but liyue bgm's still and always have a soft spot in my heart, especially 'foxes at play'! speaking of, what is your favorite bgm from liyue, rin jie??? >:) liyue is your nation, after all~

when sumeru dropped, everyone rushed to get collei which is understandable because it's a free character of a new element !! i just utilize the dendrogram, so i keep my team per usual: it's currently ganyu, kazuha, heizou and klee for better exploration! but i switch out ganyu for kokomi when i clear out a withered zone <//3 but collei is in my teapot now since thoma already reached friendship lvl 10 and she's so nice :( <3

THAT RANDOM THOUGHT, HELP. iirc, in his second story quest when we encountered the possessed miners, his shield is naturally lateral and doesn't protect the head so if we ask him to extend his shield into a cylinder, maybe it'd work??? 🤔

the numbers look like an invitation to a marriage to me. (/j) and rin jie, i am still an avid member of ruin machines slander club but i have unsealed the t-rex monstrosity once out of pure curiosity.... 0/10, do not recommend. all that moving around and having to defeat said monstrosity for an exquisite chest 🕳️🚶 ruin hunters are definitely worse tho fjejskksk #ruinhuntersdonotslay

a beautiful kind of pain <//3 you really chose violence that day and that was the first request i received too. so, you can imagine the way my jaw dropped 😭 (/pos) but your request was the first ever angst content on this blog! so, the balance was well-needed and plus, your request was actually one of my favs to write too (it got a special mark on my masterlist) <3 my faves suffering??? *nervously reaches out to ayato and heizou* both of them are people who hide their weaknesses, so to see them break... IS NOT VV GOOD FOR MY HEART 🏃 but for starlight anon, i shall take a headfirst dive! 🤝

#maybe i should take a picture of my heizou with the terrorshroom in the back so we can match??? (/j)#and i'm glad you love the ayato theme! i feel super proud of this one too so to see rin jie also liking it is vv <3 #ask box! 📬#visitor: dearest rin! 💠

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navegandoaciegas · 3 years

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1-2-3 Way

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader x Steve Rogers

Warnings: smut, bed sharing, there was only one bed???, loss of virginity, dom/sub undertones, dom!Steve, sub!reader, switch!Bucky, unprotected sex, praise, slight degradation, overstimulation, face fucking, fingering, slight spanking, edging, doggy style, aftercare.

Summary: There’s only one bed and you have to share it with your childhood friends Steve and Bucky.

A/N: Listen… there was only one bed is my favorite cheesy trope, I’m sorry. Thank you for the commission, @maryfloat , I hope you like this!!

It’s so clichè, the way that the receptionist offers you a tight lipped smile and an apology. There must have been an error with the reservation, maybe the server crashed or something, she says, you’ve booked one room, and that room has one bed only. Coincidentally, everyone’s in town at the same time as you, and the only hotel in the area is fully booked.

How unfortunate.

She hands you the keys whilst Bucky hauls your suitcase and his up the stairs, and Steve follows behind him. She eyes them warily and whispers to you, asks if you’re safe and comfortable, and apologises again for the inconvenience.

When Steve, ever the gentleman, proposes they sleep on the floor, you’re almost tempted to accept and thank him. They’re big and strong, and one night on the cold, hard floor won’t kill them.

You hate sharing beds anyways. It gets too warm with more than one body rolling around, and then someone hogs all the blankets, or kicks you in the shins, or elbows you in the ribs, and you can’t catch a break.

Instead you scoff and wave him dismissively. ‘I trust you guys more than I trust myself.’

And you do, really. You’ve known them since those awkward middle school days, where Bucky was chubby and covered in painful acne, and Steve was dangerously skinny and a foot shorter than you. You’ve fallen asleep on their shoulders on long road trips, occasionally napped on their legs in their dorm rooms, fallen asleep on Steve’s hospital bed when he was a frail kid and you and Bucky took turns visiting him.

You trust them, you really do, but still, sharing a tiny bed with them seems more intimate, definitely more wrong, than anything you’ve ever done.

It sends a weird signal down your stomach that your brain can’t quite interpret. You’re not anxious, but as you sit sandwiched between them, you can’t say you’re relaxed either.

Bucky sits to your right, computer perched on his lap, open on the Netflix account he pays for and Steve and you leech off of. He makes the most money with his waitressing job, the old ladies love tipping him for his flirty remarks and bright smiles, so it’s only fair.

Steve munches on a chalky protein bar to your right, a frown on his forehead as he chews with his mouth open and judges Bucky’s recommended section.

“You’re not making me watch another sci-fi, Barnes.”

“And you’re not forcing me through another Studio Ghibli movie, Rogers.”

“C’mon, at least those are relaxing-,”, “and cute,” you quip, intercepting Steve’s snack and taking a bite out of it just to spite him. He side eyes you, pinching your side as hard as he can.

“Oh? I forgot you were the ones paying for the account.”

“This is literal blackmail, holding the damn Netflix over our heads like that.”

“Not sure that blackmail is the word you’re looking for, but go off, bud.”

“Don’t smartmouth me.”

“Or what?”

They bicker like they’ve always done, and you’ve been friends with them long enough to have learnt how to drown out their voices when they fight.

Sometimes your friendship feels like it’s always been, playful, sibling like. They roughhouse you, you make fun of them. It’s familiar, warm, comforting.

No matter how bad school gets, no matter how uncertain your future seems, no matter how many times you get your heart broken, you know that Bucky, Steve and you will always be there to pick yourselves back up.

Some other times the lines get blurred, and it’s scary. But the scarier it gets, the more rewarding it becomes to look for signs, finding them in the smallest of things, like how Steve gets all sulky when you go out on dates, or how Bucky constantly seeks your approval for whatever he does.

You space out as they pick a movie, your mind eerily quiet, your body weirdly warm.

There’s a pit in your stomach that you can’t understand fully. It’s been there a while, ever since your friendship has started to shift, and your stares have been lingering as much as their affectionate touch.

Your eyes travel from Bucky’s black t-shirt to his side profile, tracing the gentle slope of his nose and his pouty lips. Lately, you’ve been looking at him a lot more, catching yourself in the act and shaking yourself out of your thoughts.

What thoughts, you don’t know. Your mind is blank more often than not when you’re set on him. When you’re with them.

You’re doing it again, unconsciously, until Steve elbows you in the side, and you’re rudely snapped out of your reverie.

“You’re too quiet,” he mumbles, eyeing you suspiciously.

“Which is weird since you never shut the fuck up,” quips Bucky, hitting you with his shoulder, effectively bringing you back to reality.

You resist laughing because you’ll never give him the satisfaction, and just swing back at him.

“I’m just tired, ‘s all. My neck hurts a lot, guess we’re getting old, huh.”

Bucky just shrugs and presses play on the movie they’ve chosen. You smile at Steve as convincingly as you can to get him off your case.

He nods at you, not quite sold, but leaves it at that, knowing better than to prod you.

“Want me to give you a massage?” he asks, wiggling his fingers in front of your face.

“Please?” you pout, turning your back to him.

Your thought process was that you can never refuse Steve’s healing hands. You didn’t think it through so much, clearly, as he kneads the knots in your neck and you feel your lower body coming alive, a warmth pooling awkwardly in your belly.

Bucky gives you the most offended, betrayed look you’ve ever seen, frowning and pouting like a petulant child.

“S’ not fair. I want a massage too,” he whines, shimmying his shoulders in your direction, offering you the best puppy eyes he can muster.

Cute, you think. “Gross,” you say, “I’ll give you one if you stop with the face.”

He just sticks his tongue out, wiggling between your legs.

The movie plays in the background, your mind too focused on Steve’s warm hands on your bare skin and Bucky’s back muscles flexing under your touch.

The hot feeling in your chest is back when his eyes move from the screen to yours, a goofy smile on his lips, features relaxed.

You bury your hands in his silky hair, scratching his scalp. He almost moans, butting your palm like a kitten.

He’s so effortlessly sweet that it hurts.

It’s silent in a comfortable way, with the sound effect of the movie lulling you all, except your traitorous brain, in a serene state.

It’s a kids movie, and you’re just giving yourselves a massage like you’ve done hundreds of times before, but something feels different about it, in the way that Steve’s warm breath tickles your neck, or the way that Bucky turns around every few minutes just to smile at you.

At some point your hands stop moving, and your back is flush to Steve’s front as he holds you in his arms, Bucky’s head on your lap as he hugs your thighs to his body, fingers absentmindedly caressing your skin, hiking up your legs, higher and higher-, goosebumps erupting all over you. He stops just before the hem of your shorts, making his way down to your knee, just to do it all over again.

You can no longer deny the fluttering in your core, nor the slick gathering in your panties at the thought of what would happen if he just crept higher.

By the time that the end credits roll around, you're cocooned in their warmth, Bucky asleep on your stomach, your own eyes droopy. You’re drowsy, pliant in Steve’s hold as he adjusts you both comfortably on the pillows.

The last thing you feel, as darkness envelops the room, is his lips on your forehead as he whispers to you good night.

You hate sharing beds, but when you wake up in the middle of the night between them, you think you may not hate it as much as you thought.

Bucky is a messy sleeper, arm swung over your hips, legs sprawled over half the mattress, face buried in the pillow next to yours, back gently rising with every breath he takes.

Steve is more put together. He sleeps on his side, lips parted, one arm under the pillow, the other close to your side, his fingers intertwined with yours.

You don’t know how long you spend staring at the ceiling, heart hammering in your chest, wondering if this shift in your friendship will bring you closer or break you apart in the long run. You don’t want to entertain the chances of them breaking your heart, or you breaking theirs.

Even the possibility of having to choose between one of the two seems absurd to you.

The bed creaks under Bucky’s weight as he turns to you, tightening his hold on your hips. You’re paralized as he nuzzles his nose in the crook of your neck, a breathy whine escaping his lips. All your blood travels to your face when you feel his hard on rub against your legs, his hips uncounsciously rutting on you.

“So soft,” he mumbles, eyes fluttering open.

You’re staring at each other, almost in a daze, and maybe it’s because it’s pitch black outside and you’re in your own little dimension, or maybe it’s the adoration in his bleary eyes, but you don’t turn away when he closes the distance between you.

The kiss you share is soft, lazy, tentative.

You prod his mouth open with yours, tongues swirling together with no rush and no shame. You’d imagined kissing your best friend would feel more awkward than this, and instead his warmth, his taste, his hungry kisses, everything about it seems natural to you, like it’s what you’re supposed to have been doing all this time, a chance you were too scared to take.

You’re so lost in the moment that you barely register the lips on your neck and another set of hands making its way under your t-shirt, settling on your stomach, fingers barely grazing the underside of your boobs.

As soon as his mouth detaches from your own, Steve is pouncing on you, his kiss more rough and demanding than Bucky’s, tongue less hesitant as it explores you, wiping any remnant of sleep out of your mind.

You’re breathless as he invades all your senses, barely wrapping your head around the fact that your shy friend is eating you whole and the flirty, outgoing one is just looking with hunger and rubbing himself on your leg.

Steve breaks away from you, a string of drool connecting you, his eyes dark with desire. He pecks your lips again, smirking at you as he lowers his face, leaving a trail of kisses on your jaw, to the column of your neck, down your collarbones, settling between your tits.

“So pretty,” he murmurs, grasping the hem of your t-shirt, “Can I touch you? I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

You nod fervently, growing needy with each passing second, “Please Steve, just touch me.”

Bucky gets bolder, kissing you with more conviction this time. Your clothes are shedded, his bare skin heated against yours, your hands in his hair.

Steve takes his sweet time making his way downwards, leaving a trail of bruises on your chest, stomach, hips, kneading your ass. He settles between your legs, looking up at you as he closes his mouth on your clothed pussy, sucking through your panties and leaving a wet mark on them.

You’re embarrassingly horny, arousal dripping out of you, nipples stiff as Bucky plays with them. You want him to rip your panties to shreds and take you right there and then, but Steve has other plans, enjoying the way you’re so pliant underneath him.

He grabs you by the hips, turning you around with your face down and your ass up in the air. The string of your underwear is almost swallowed between your puffy folds, stained with your slick.

Steve takes a deep breath before tugging the string up, teasing your swollen clit with the material, raptured by the way you’re so open and ready for them, glistening with desire.

Bucky sits back on the headboard, eyes half lidded, legs spread before your face. You trace the outline of his hard cock through his boxers, mouth watering at the idea of him inside you, filling you up.

Steve doesn’t give you the time to touch him before he’s tugging you upwards by the hair, flush to his chest. His breath tickles your neck as he teases you through your panties.

“Are you gonna be good for me? For us?”

You don’t have to think about it, strings of ‘yes’, ‘please, ‘touch me’, leaving your lips as if having a mind of their own. It would be embarrassing to be this wanton with anyone else, but with them, everything is like it’s meant to be.

“Then be a good girl, okay? Show Bucky how good you can be with that pretty mouth of yours,” he grunts in your ear, pressing his hard on against your ass cheeks, “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”

You nod, grind yourself on his cock, so pent up and desperate for release that you rub your legs together just to feel the string of your panties digging in your folds, hoping it would help soothe the ache in your cunt.

“Of course you have, you little slut,” he grunts, pushing your head down on the mattress as Bucky tugs his underwear down.

Yours is ripped by Steve, thrown somewhere in the room, exposing your quivering hole to the cold air. Arching your back, you silently beg for something, anything, which comes in the form of a sting and a loud smack reverberating in the stuffy room.

Steve smacks your pussy again, and again, and again, until the sharp pain in your clit becomes so pleasant that you could come just from that. Bucky wastes no time yanking your head towards his crotch, slapping his heavy cock on your cheek, until your face burns with humiliation and need.

Your hands tremble as you reach for him, hesitating before licking a stripe from the base to the tip, savoring his musky pre cum. You swirl your tongue around the head, teasing his sensitive slit with kitten licks, hands fondling with his balls.

Steve’s thick finger prodding at your entrance makes you gasp, giving Bucky the perfect opportunity to shove your face down his cock until you’re coughing, lungs burning, clawing at his things as he holds you down.

“Calm down, Bucky. Stop bein’ so desperate,” Steve’s voice is muffled in your ears as you struggle for air, feeling light headed.

He plunges a finger inside your pussy, then another, eased by the embarrassing amount of wetness dripping out of you.

Bucky whines something in return, yanking you up. Tears blur your vision as you heave, barely getting enough air in your lungs before he pushes you down again, using your head as a flashlight.

He keeps you still, nose buried in the dark hair of his pelvis, as he stands on his haunches. Grabbing your face with both hands, he starts relentlessly pummelling inside you, fucking your mouth with abandon.

With a broken moan he thrusts all the way down, his balls slapping your chin, fingers clamping around your nose when you start gagging.

“Oh, she likes that. She’s squeezing my fingers,” Steve says, scissoring his fingers between your gummy walls, “Do it again.”

Bucky pinches your nose one more time, depriving you of all air. Dark spots start appearing at the sides of your vision, mind hazy. He lets up before you faint, barely giving you time before he’s stuffing your mouth with his cock once more.

Steve lays down between your legs, face up. From his perspective he can see your glistening pussy, your tits bouncing with the force of Bucky’s thrusts, and his cock disappear between your abused lips. You’re being so good to them that he feels like rewarding you.

His hands guide you to sit down on his face, your moans muffled as he latches onto your swollen clit. He sucks on it until you’re on the edge of your orgasm, walls quivering with the need to release.

He stops just before you can reach your peak, and spanks your clit again.

“You’re not coming on my mouth now.”

Your throat vibrates around Bucky’s cock with moans of pleasure, spurring him on to hold you down longer, chasing his own orgasm with a string of curses.

“She’s gonna faint, idiot,” Steve scolds him, tearing you away from Bucky’s cock, drool dripping down your sore jaw.

“She can handle it,” rasps Bucky, rolling his eyes.

“Stop talking about me like I’m not here,” you frown, slapping Bucky’s hands away when he reaches for you.

“Brats, both of you,” Steve sighs condescendingly, “Be more gentle. And you,” he warns, pinching your inner thigh, “don’t talk unless it’s to beg for more, ‘kay?”

There’s a pause, an awkward moment when you don’t know where to look, what to do with your hands, waiting for Steve to take control again, like he always does.

“So-” Bucky starts, looking up at Steve for guidance, “What now?”

“You’re both- y’know, it’s your first time actually doing it, right?” he asks after pondering for a second, eyes darting between the two of you.

“Yes,” you both respond, and he hums.

“Then you two should go first, be each other’s first times. It makes more sense. I got her ready, so it shouldn’t hurt.”

The idea of Bucky’s cock inside you makes you a bit anxious, considering how much you struggled taking him in your mouth, jaw still sore from his abuse, but it also fills you with warmth.

You trust them blindly, and you want this, you want him to be the first one inside you for whatever reason.

There’s no need for words between you, a tiny nod and a reassuring smile all you need to settle on the pillows, spreading your legs for Bucky to settle in between.

He’s always so sure of himself, but in the moment he looks like a lost puppy. He pumps himself a few times, and braces his weight on one arm as he lines his cock with your entrance.

He gives you one more kiss, tasting himself on your lips, before pushing past your entrance. The tip is barely in by the time that you screech, the pain sharper than you imagined, and Bucky halts immediately despite looking like he’s about to bust on the spot.

Your pussy feels like it’s burning, and no amount of fingers inside you could have prepared you for the stretch of your walls.

“It’s okay,” Steve whispers in your ear, a hand rubbing your shoulder to comfort you, “You’re doing so good, being such a good girl, you’re so perfect. It will go away before you realize, promise.”

“Okay, okay, I can do this,” you pant, digging your nails in Bucky’s back.

“Let’s switch, it will hurt less if you’re on top,” Steve suggests, and you and Bucky comply.

He lays down on the pillows as you straddle his hips, propping yourself up on his toned abs. Steve kneels at your side, holding you up as you hover over him.

Your heart’s beating out of your chest as you grasp Bucky’s cock, taking a deep breath to steel yourself before inching down on him, whimpering with every centimeter that gets swallowed by your gummy walls.

The stretch feels like it’s splitting you open, and if it weren’t for Steve’s strong arms, you’d collapse and cry on Bucky’s chest.

Steve whispers praises and reassuring words in your ear and kisses your tears away, swirling his fingers around your clit to help you out, and Bucky caresses the sides of your waist, mumbling broken apologies to you, kissing your neck.

Once you finally bottom out, you still and slump on Bucky’s shoulder, burying your nose in his hair, inhaling the familiar, comforting scent.

The pain is throbbing, burning, but it becomes more subtle and bearable the longer Bucky stays inside you.

“Okay, it’s getting better” you wheeze in an attempt to encourage yourself, “But I can’t feel my legs now.”

They break in a fit of laughter, easing the tension in the room.

“Let’s switch again,” Bucky proposes, slightly out of breath with the way that your pussy is squeezing him in a vice, “I can move.”

You nod, clinging to his neck as he lifts you up, careful not to let his cock slip out of you.

“I want to feel you close,” Steve says, slightly out of breath, “Lay her on me.”

They help you lay on his chest, Bucky’s cock still buried inside you, the pain fading away in a dull sting.

You’re sandwiched between their bodies, enveloped by their warmth and affection, coated in your slick and their sweat, and despite the discomfort, you’ve never felt as full of love as now.

Bucky seeks permission with his eyes, then reassurance from Steve, and starts rocking his hips tentatively, biting hard on his lips to keep himself from cumming embarrassingly fast.

His cock drags against your walls, a ring of white cream slowly accumulating around the base.

It’s not painful anymore, slightly uncomfortable at times when he’s accidentally too rough, but the burn is now a simmering heat that grows in your core with every thrust.

Steve sings praises in your ear, “Look how good you’re doin’, taking Bucky’s cock so well, you’re such a good girl,” whilst Bucky rutts needily on you.

He’s sloppy in his movements, and his hips don’t have a rhythm to them. He takes you high, close to a release, just to fuck it up again when he stutters, involountarily edging you over and over again.

“I’m close, I’m so close, I’m gonna cum inside you,” he moans.

In a blur you’re on your stomach. Bucky positions you on your knees and pummels inside you again, thrusting more forcefully as he loses himself in the pleasure.

You whimper between Steve’s tender kisses before Bucky tears you away from him, yanking you flush against his chest.

“I love you, I love you, love you so much, love you,” he keeps mumbling, tightly clutching his arms around your stomach and tits, slamming you hard on him.

At that angle Bucky’s cock pushes against a sensitive spot inside you that makes the coils in your stomach tighter, your clit throbbing and your walls clamping down on him.

Steve, never one to be outdone, sits back on his haunches and manhandles your head down again until you’re faced with his hard, leaking cock.

He’s trimmed more neatly than Bucky, but he’s just as big and intimidating.

He slaps his cock on your lips, smearing his precum on you. You’re a moaning mess, automatically taking him in your mouth, savoring his musk on your tongue.

Your jaw is still sore but you do your best to accommodate Steve, eager to please. You relax your muscles and let Bucky’s thrusts do the work for you, already lightheaded with the lack of air.

They keep stuffing you with their cocks, bouncing you between each other, the lewd sounds of your squelching pussy and the bed creaking filling the room.

Bucky’s fingers teasing your clit, your lungs burning, your vision going spotty, it’s all too much for you.

Just as you think you’re about to reach your peak, you feel Bucky pause and stutter, a choked moan escaping his throat as he comes, stuffing you full of his warm cum. Steve comes at the same time, and you almost choke on his release as he spills his load down your throat.

It feels good, you’re fuller than you’ve ever been, but it’s still not enough to push you over the edge.

You both collapse on Steve, exhausted, cum pouring out of your hole and onto the sheets. You expect him to take you immediately after, instead he snakes a hand between your bodies, finding your sensitive clit, overstimulated with all the touching.

“You did so well, baby, you were so good for Bucky. Now cum on my fingers, cum for us,” he moans, twirling your bud between his fingers.

Pent up as you are, it doesn’t take long for you to finally come, almost blacking out with the intensity of your orgasm, your limbs shaking and quivering between theirs.

When you come down from your high, you’re tired out, your whole body is sore, your hips and legs hurt, and the cum seeping out of your entrance reminds you of the burning pain there, now back with a vengeance.

When morning comes, you’ll have to remind Steve to buy you Plan B.

The exhaustion catches up to you as soon as your head hits the pillow, a loud ring in your ears as you barely register your surroundings, Bucky already asleep by your side in true Bucky fashion while Steve takes care of you both, cleaning you up and tucking you in bed.

He whispers ‘I love you’ and kisses the tip of your nose.

Maybe one day you’ll say it back.

For now, you let yourself rest in their embrace, always the three of you like it’s meant to be.

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 3730

Warnings: !FATWS Spoilers!, Cursing, Lotsa Fluff, Slight Angst, Talk of PTSD/Flashbacks, No Seatbelts at One Point (WEAR SEATBELTS!)

A/N: The Part I didn’t know I needed. I started writing and this is where it got me. I needed these soft moments after the intensity of the last few parts. I know I said there’d only be one part left, but…I didn’t know this Part would be so long. So three parts for episode 5 it is!

I hope you enjoy this! I know it’s not really a part of the show, but I love the idea and I think both Bucky and the Reader needed it. Plus the show has a lot of leeway this episode because time passes but they kinda skip over traveling and stuff, so I thought I’d give you a glimpse of what it looks like in mine!

Not beta’d, as per usual! All mistakes are mine and please excuse them! Be kind to yourselves and others! Enjoy this part and stay tuned!

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“So what’s next?” You questioned, your feet hooked onto the bar below the bar you were sitting on so you didn’t fall. Not that you could - Bucky was right next to you, his hand flying to your thigh every time you shifted even a little bit to keep you steady. “Walker’s been arrested, we have the shield, Karli’s in the wind…where does that leave us? Do we have any leads on Karli right now?”

“The GRC is conducting raids to try and find Karli, but so far they’ve only found her followers. They’ve searched this camp, and just like the last camp, nothing. She’s gone. And we’ll never find her.”

You huffed at Sam’s words, rubbing your temples as you grumble, “way to look on the bright side.”

“What bright side? There’s not one here, cher. Not this time.”

“Hey.” Bucky snapped. “Back off, Sam.”

You grabbed his forearm and squeezed reassuringly. “Hey! You got your, uh, you got your sleeve back!” You turned at the familiar voice that caused Bucky to scoff lightly and shake his head.

“Torres!”

The kid smiled at you, waving as Bucky pushed off the bars, helping you down (he’d been refusing to let you do anything on your own since you woke up) and started walking towards the door. “Hi, Y/N. It’s been a while.”

“Are you off to take care of Zemo?” Sam questioned, making Bucky look over his shoulder at the three of you. The former assassin raised an eyebrow at you. You nodded, and he turned around to leave.

“Alright! Good to know you survived!”

You snickered a bit at the kid. “It’s good to see you.”

Torres turned back to you and grinned. “You too. I really am glad you survived.”

“I know you are, kid.”

Sam looked at you questioningly. “Are you gonna go with him?” You pursed your lips, chewing your cheek, and nodded. “Alright. C’mere.”

You frowned as he lifted his arms, but walked into them anyways. “What’re we doing right now? This isn’t goodbye. We’ve still gotta find Karli.”

“For now.” He responded, setting his chin on your head, careful of your shoulder. “But we don’t have any leads and I’m sure we’ve been benched. So, until we do and we meet again, stay safe. And take care of yourself. And for the love of God, please have that conversation with cyborg, now.”

A small puff of laughter came from you and you nodded. “Okay. I’ll see you later then, Sammy.”

He pressed a kiss to your head, before letting you go. “Later, cher.”

“Bye, Y/N!”

You smiled, waving to Torres. “Bye, kid. Keep out of trouble.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

You chuckled, shaking your head as you walked out the door Bucky disappeared through earlier, turning down the hall to exit the building.

When you got outside, you found Bucky leaning against a wall, narrowed eyes watching the police as they finished the raid. “Do you agree with it?”

“What?”

“These people getting arrested.”

You shrugged, shoving your hands in your pockets. “They harbored a criminal.”

He looked at you with a frown, eyebrows knit together and forehead creased. “We harbored a criminal. We broke him out.”

“Technically he broke himself out.” Your joke fell flat, Bucky’s head dropping. “Buck…” You sighed, eyes following a lady as she was shoved into the back of a car. “No. I don’t. I think these people have been through enough.”

“But?” His eyes grew sad as you met his gaze again, making you smile softly at him.

“But we can’t do anything about it right now. So we need to focus on doing what we can and finding Zemo.”

He nodded, reaching for your hand as he straightened and started walking off. You grabbed his fingers, jogging slightly to fall into sync with his strides. He seemed to notice and slowed down slightly. “We already know where he is, though. Don’t we?”

You hummed, thumb brushing over his knuckles. “Where else would he be?”

“Anywhere.”

You shook your head. “No. He’s there. Question is…how are you going to take care of him?”

“Sam thinks I’m gonna kill him.”

His blunt statement made you raise an eyebrow. “Are you?”

Licking his lips, he looked down at you, eyes set with certainty. “No.”

Your lips pulled up at his answer, leaning closer into him, shoulders brushing. “Good. Not that I’m an advocate for never killing people ever…it’s just,” you chewed on your cheek, thinking about the previous day’s events. “Revenge and justice are two different things.”

“Yeah.” He agreed softly. “We kinda witnessed that.”

“Yeah…we did.”

He let go of your hand to wrap an arm around your shoulders, tenderly avoiding your wrapped wound. “Good thing I contacted Ayo while you were sleeping then, huh?”

“You did?” You looked up at him with a smile as he nodded in confirmation.

“Yeah. And…I’ve been thinking a lot. Since our conversation about Wakanda and Zemo and Sam. You were right.”

A smirk graced your lips, an eyebrow quirking in amusement. “Pardon me? I don’t think I heard you correctly. What was that?”

He rolled his eyes, reaching over with his free hand to shove your head lightly, making you laugh. “You are such a punk sometimes. I’m serious though, doll. I-I’ve been…I dunno…I haven’t been thinking straight. The whole thing with Zemo was wrong and-and Sam didn’t deserve what I was blaming him for.”

You froze in your steps, tugging him to a stop as well, staring at him thoughtfully. Just since that phone call a couple weeks ago he’d grown so much. You could barely believe what he was saying - that he was finally saying it. He was a stubborn ass sometimes, so to hear him say that? It just stunned you. You knew he was a good person, but this…you felt yourself falling more, which you thought was impossible.

“Doll? Why’re you lookin’ at me like that?”

Your arms raised around his neck, tugging him down into a hug, your lips pressing to his cheek. “I’m just proud of you.” You murmured softly, kissing his temple. He ducked his head, leaning against your shoulder, arms wrapping tightly around your waist. You held him like for another minute or two, before kissing his temple again. “We should get going. Gotta get to Sokovia before the Dora do.”

He hummed in agreement, pulling you tighter against him and squeezing you slightly, before letting go. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

“Question.” You said once you two started walking again.

“Possible answer.” He replied, making you elbow him as he chuckled.

“How’re we gonna get to Sokovia?”

He blinked, tilting his head. “Uh…plane? Unless you wanna have a road trip. The plane would only take a couple hours at most and a car, well…I could have us there in under a day with some broken traffic laws.”

You giggled, shaking your head. “Know what? I could go for a road trip right now.”

“Yeah?” He grinned at you.

“Yeah. And yes, you can drive. Just don’t get us in the middle of a high speed chase.”

He winked, kissing your head. “No promises.”

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Bucky was actually a very good road trip partner. He made sure you had plenty of your snacks and let you control the music, turning up the volume for your favorite songs, shouting the lyrics to the heavens as you danced in your seat, the windows rolled down, wind ripping through the car, ruffling both of your clothes and hair.

You grinned over at Bucky, bobbing your head to the beat as he stared back at you, his eyes soft and sparkling. “Watch the road, dork!” He chuckled as you shoved his face.

“I’d much rather watch you.”

You felt yourself heat up despite the cool breeze moving through the car. “Have you ever stuck your head out the sunroof?” You suddenly asked him.

He gave you a weird look. “What?” Feeling a bit mischievous, you smirked and unbuckled. “Woah, woah! What are you doing?! But your seatbelt back on!”

“Oh calm down!” You stood on the seat after opening the sunroof, the top half of your body outside the car. He laughed as you whooped and hollered.

“Alright, alright. Sit back down, doll.” He tugged you back in, shaking his head. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this.”

You smiled, putting your seatbelt back on and plopping your feet on the dash. “Like what?”

He turned to look at you, his teeth pulling his bottom lip between them contemplating. “Carefree. Relaxed, even.”

You shrugged, leaning back in your seat. “I don’t get to do it often. But it’s so hard to care right now.” You gestured out to the gorgeous landscape you were moving through, the sunsetting on the horizon. “The wind, the music, the open road. Nothing feels more like freedom.”

“Yeah…yeah. I guess. I’ve never really…been on a road trip. Unless you count going across Germany in that little blue car-”

“Ha! That was not a road trip! That was Steve being a reckless dumbass driver for a few hours.”

He laughed. You’d heard him laugh before, but this was different. Something about the freedom you were talking about made it different. It was nice. And you’d do anything to hear it more often.

“I’ll take you on a real road trip once this is done.” You vowed. “We’ll hit all the states. Even go through Canada to get to Alaska. Nothing but us in a car for weeks. Wherever we wanna go.”

“I’m gonna hold you to that.”

You winked. “You do that.”

Conversation died after that, the only sounds being you and your music with the occasional chuckle from Bucky at your over dramatic dancing. You made a few stops at gas stations, getting food and drinks, before you felt yourself start winding down as the stars came out, winking down at you. You didn’t even realize you drifted off until the car jostled, waking you up.

“Sorry, sleepyhead.” Bucky apologized. “There was a deer. Maybe if you put your seatbelt on you would’ve stayed asleep.”

You rolled your eyes, rubbing at them and blinking. It was still dark out, no hint of the sun peeking out yet. “They’re uncomfortable.” You grumbled, shifting and wincing at your leg which was still asleep. “What time is it?”

“Almost two.” Bucky answered. “Are you okay? Is your shoulder hurting?”

“No. My leg’s just asleep so it feels weird and it’s aching. You want me to drive so you can sleep?”

“Nah, it’s fine. We’ll be there in a few hours. I’ve got it.”

You hummed, sitting up and digging through your bag for some food. “Hungry?”

“Uh…I’ll just take a bag of pretzels.” Nodding, you grabbed one of the bags and handed it to him. It was quiet, the radio now turned low on some jazzy station you were sure Bucky turned it to once you fell asleep. “I’ve been thinking-”

“Hope you didn’t hurt yourself.” He shot you a bemused look, making you giggle. “Sorry. Go ahead.”

“I’ve been thinking of that fight. With Walker.”

You tensed, clearing your throat as you munch on your snack. “Oh?”

Glancing at him out of the corner of your eye, you saw him lick his lips, setting the bag down on the middle console, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. “When you were fighting him…why-why’d you hesitate?”

“What do you mean?”

He glanced over at you quickly, forehead creased. “You had the shield. You were holding your own. I’m sure Steve taught you some stuff…but then…” He trailed off, seemingly trying to find words. “It was like that first fight. On the semi trucks. You hesitated. Got distracted. Why?”

You shrugged, turning back to your food nonchalantly. “I guess I just had a lot on my mind. That’s all.”

“I know you better than that, doll. Please don’t lie to me.” Turning to the window, you just noticed that yours wasn’t down anymore. You look over to his side to see his was only a little cracked open. “I didn’t want you to wake up so I rolled them up. Answer the question.”

Letting out a sigh, you shrugged again. “I’ve been having…flashbacks.”

“Flashbacks?”

You nodded, sipping on your water bottle. “Yeah. Kinda like PTSD, but it’s not. Not really. They’re never traumatic or anything.”

You could see the gears in his head turning, his jaw clenching. “What are they about then?”

“Steve.”

The tension in his shoulders slipped, his head ducking while still keeping his eyes on the road. “Oh…why…why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t want anyone to worry about me with all the other problems we’re having-”

“Hey.” Your eyes snapped up from where they fell at his sharp tone, his gaze meeting yours. “Don’t ever think that. Ever. You’re not a fucking burden, Y/N. You’re important to me. I-” He cut himself off, shaking his head and looking back out the front. “Does Sam know at least?”

You pursed your lips. “I-I told Sharon?”

He groaned, head falling back against the seat. “Sweetheart…”

“They’re just memories. It’s not a big deal.”

“It is if it’s affecting you on the field. And if it’s gonna get you or someone else hurt-”

Crossing your arms, you shifted in your seat, feeling the ache in your legs from sleeping in that position too long. “What? You don’t trust me now?”

“No! That’s not what I’m saying!”

“What’re you saying, Buck? You can’t have me watching your back because my mind’s messed up right now?” The car came to a halt and you sat up, looking around worriedly to see if any cars were coming. “James, we’re in the middle of the street-”

“Look at me.” You turned to him, only to look away at the intensity of his eyes. “Doll. Look at me.” He repeated tenderly, grabbing your chin between his fingers, making you face him. “I trust you.” His tone was nothing but genuine, and you’d never seen him look so sincere. “With my life, I trust you. But if your head isn’t in it? It’s okay, you just need to tell someone. When did you start trusting me?”

“At the airport in Germany.” You answered quietly.

He tilted his head. You kinda missed his long hair - the way it used to get in his eyes and you’d have to brush it behind his ear. “Even though I could still get triggered?”

“Well, yeah. But that’s different! You wouldn’t have been in your right…mind if you were…triggered…”

He raised an eyebrow as you frowned. “Trusting you and trusting your mental state are two different things. I’d know. Sometimes our brain’s do stupid things and we can’t stop it. But we can get help.”

You sighed, hanging your head. “Okay. Alright. I got it. You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Just…tell me about it.”

You nodded, before looking at the road. “Okay, okay. But can you drive? We’re still in the middle of the road.”

He chuckled and nodded, starting up the car again. After a moment, he glanced at you. “So?”

Another sigh left your lips, before you told him. You told him what’s triggered you so far and what the memories were about. How it feels when you slip. “It’s like, I remember something and my mind latches onto it and won’t let me out until I relive it again.” He just nodded, never interrupting as you explained what was going on.

It felt good to finally get it off your chest. And it felt good knowing he wasn’t freaking out and pulling you from the mission like you thought he’d do. It was something you hadn’t done in a long time. The last person who sat down and listened to your problems was Steve and the fact that you felt comfortable enough around Bucky to pour out your soul made you realize that Steve was gone. But Bucky was here. And maybe it was time to let go.

Bucky looked over to you when you stopped talking abruptly, cocking his head to the side. “Sweetheart? You alright?”

You lunged forwards, hugging his shoulders, burying your face in his neck. Fortunately for you, he had great reflexes, or else you’d probably be wrapped around a tree. You couldn’t care about the what ifs though. Sniffing, you closed your eyes, a couple tears leaking down your cheeks and landing on the skin connecting his shoulder to his neck.

“Thank you.”

It was so soft and muffled by his shirt, you weren’t sure if he heard it. But then he set his cheek on your head, his hand coming up to run through your hair like you did to him when he needed comfort. “C’mere, cuddle bug.” He cradled your head, shifting you easily so you could lay down comfortably, your legs curled in your seat, your head in his lap, taking extra care that your shoulder wasn’t agitated. “Try to get more sleep, doll. We’ll be there soon.”

You nodded, sleep taking over you once more with Bucky’s fingers in your hair, soft jazz still floating through the air along with the slight whistle of the wind from the crack in his window.

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You leaned against the hood of the car, crossing your arms, watching Bucky pull on a shirt. You had stopped at a rest stop to clean up and change, just a few more miles until you got to the memorial.

“Ayo’s there already.” Bucky spoke, shrugging on his jacket. You pushed off the hood of the car to pull him closer by the sides of his jacket, your fingers moving to button it. “I just…I want a couple minutes alone with him.”

You nodded. “Okay. I can do that.”

“You trust me right?”

“More than anything.” You confirmed, looking up at him, smoothing his jacket down with your hands.

He nodded, leaning forwards to kiss your forehead. “I just - I just need you to know…I’m not gonna kill him.”

You nodded back, smiling softly at him. “I know.”

“Okay…let’s get going then. Get this over with.”

It didn’t take you long to reach the memorial, only a few more minutes down the main street and then going off down a side road.

Just as Bucky said, the Dora Milaje were already there, waiting for the two of you to show up. Bucky and Ayo had a conversation in Xhosa - which you were really regretting not learning anything more than “hi”, “please”, “thank you”, and “where’s the bathroom?” - before he turned to you.

“Stay with them. Just...I just need a couple minutes.” You nodded, eyes flickering down to the gun he pulled out from his coat pocket. He hooked a finger under your chin, lifting your gaze back to him. “Trust me.”

“Sometimes our brains do stupid things.”

He shook his head, kissing your forehead. “Not this time. ‘Cause I have help.”

Pursing your lips, you nodded. He gave you a reassuring smile, before stepping away, out of the trees to face Zemo. You couldn’t hear what was being said, but you had to admit that when Bucky lifted the gun, your heart skipped a beat. But he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t. He promised.

The quiet click of the gun seemed to echo, a pressure lifting off your chest as the bullets spilled from Bucky’s hand, clattering against the ground.

You figured that was the signal, considering Ayo led her badass women out to grab Zemo right after the bullets hit the ground, so you followed them out. You stopped next to Bucky, his hand slipping out of his pocket to wrap around your shoulders, tugging you to his side, your arms wrapping around his waist.

“I was listening to your heartbeat. You get nervous for a second, doll?”

You hummed in response to his question in your ear. “I trust you…but that doesn’t mean you don’t raise my anxiety levels.”

He snickered, kissing your temple, before straightening to listen to what Ayo had to say as she stepped towards you. She informed you both that Zemo would be going to the Raft and told Bucky to stay away from Wakanda for a while; both very fair statements that you weren’t surprised to hear. What you were surprised to hear was Bucky’s next sentence.

“I may have another favor to ask of you.”

Ayo raised an eyebrow, signaling for him to go on. Bucky caught your eye and his lips twitched up into a small smirk, before he faced her again and started speaking Xhosa, making you groan.

After their conversation, Ayo nodded. “We will drop it off here tomorrow morning.”

“Thank you.”

You pouted as Ayo turned to walk to their ship, Bucky starting to lead you back to the car. “You’re not gonna tell me what that was about, are you?”

“Nope.”

You huffed. “You’re the worst, you know that?”

He chuckled. “You’ll find out.”

“Soon?”

“Depends.”

“On what?”

Bucky shrugged, pulling open the passenger side door for you. “On when Sam wants you to see it.”

You narrowed your eyes, a smile spreading on your face. “You got Sammy a present?”

“Maybe.”

You groaned, sliding into the car before he shut the door, watching him jog to his side. “You’re so annoying.” You spoke once he got in and started the vehicle again.

“If you feel that way, you don’t have to come to Louisiana with me to drop it off.”

Scoffing, you gaped at him in disbelief. “You’re kidding, right?”

He shrugged, turning in his seat and putting his hand on the back of your headrest to back out of the spot he parked in. “If I’m so annoying-”

“You’re so dramatic!”

“I thought I was annoying?”

“You’re both!”

He grinned at you, before looking through the windshield, blinking as something occurred to him. “I dunno where we’re going. We have to come back tomorrow morning-”

“Just drive, Buck.”

He blinked at you, eyebrows raising in slight shock. “What?”

You shrugged, nodding your head to the road. “Drive. Wherever we want, remember? Just until tomorrow. We can go back to reality after we pick up Sammy’s gift, but for now-”

“Just drive?” He guessed, the corners of his lips pulling up.

You smirked, shooting him a wink before propping your feet up on the dash again, turning up the radio, and linking your hands behind your head. “Exactly, Buckaroo.”

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celestialarchon · 3 years

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400+ Followers Celebration!

various genshin impact x f!reader

warnings: fluff/crack/NSFW implications, jokes and innuendos. reverse Isekai storyline and a LOT of attention on reader. SPOILERS FOR IN GAME. Archon spoilers!

As much as you tried, connecting and staying in reality was too hard. It was always the same outcome, finding yourself whisked away to another fantasy land through media. Normally your obsessions didn’t last long, but one game had completely sucked you in. Maybe it was the stress of the nightmare year 2020 or maybe it was the fact that Genshin Impact was everything you loved and more, but you couldn’t get enough. It was getting out of hand as even your roommates had began to play because of the way you romanticized the game. Acquiring most of the five star characters, building several strong teams, and finishing almost all the quests in roughly 5 months.

As an insomniac, it was easy to grind through the game until the sun came up. Sometimes you wondered if it was strange that an adult would be so enamored with a game but shrugged it off. It’d been a hellish year, you deserved to treat yourself.

Yet another night spent entirely on the dreamy land of Teyvat. You yawned and stretched as the sun peaked through the blinds and cursed yourself for not noticing the passing time. Removing your head set, you yawned again, feeling a wave of drowsiness wash over you. It was strange, you’d only been up one night and you were already so tired. Your home was quiet, all the roommates sound asleep as you crept into your bed under the covers. The stuffie you adored so much was soon in your arms as you drifted off, wishing to dream of traveling the world of Teyvat.

An extremely loud crashing sound woke you from your deep sleep. Instinctively you shot up, your arm moved on its own aiming for the space around you and swinging quickly and forcefully. Your fist made contact with something and you shrieked as the strange shadow crumpled. You flew out of your bed and away from the safety of your covers, grasping for the light switch.

Your panicked screeches only grew louder as the figure on the floor groaned and stood upright, still fumbling for the lights. Fingertips finally brushed the switch on the wall and you flipped the lights on. The sudden brightness blinded you for a minute and the mystery person as well. It hit you how stupid it was to turn on the lights in your room as soon as your eyes adjusted. Adrenaline was pumping through your veins as you rushed to the door. You could hear heavy footsteps from the other room. Other people were home you needed to get to them.

“Shiiiiit,” The strange person groaned again, “I drank too much.”

The voice was familiar and made you freeze for a moment. Mentally slapping yourself you darted out of your room but ran straight into a wall. Well, that’s what it felt like, but there wasn’t a wall outside your door. The force of the collision knocked you on your ass and you yelped as you hit the floor.

“Oh? What’s this?” The supposed wall turned to look at you, eyebrows arched as he stared down at you.

Your jaw nearly hit the floor as you looked up at the familiar man. That smooth voice, the long hair, the eyepatch. This had to be some sort of weird dream. No matter how hard you tried to move, your body wouldn’t obey. You heard steps from behind you and glanced back to see another Mondstadt troublemaker. A disgruntled anemo archon was slowly approaching you.

“Ehe, fuck, she hit me hard.” Venti giggled nervously.

“Poor thing,” Kaeya held his hand out to you, “Did the mean little twink scare you?”

The room was spinning, so you took the cryo pirate’s hand. Your jaw was probably still on the floor. His grip was strong and cool, it was bringing you back down to the reality of the situation you were in. Oh, the irony. You were not dreaming. Awestruck, you peered behind Kaeya into your living room to see even more Genshin characters just vibing. The esteemed geo archon was drinking from your favorite mug, two troublesome harbingers bickered in the corner of the room, a certain librarian was flipping through your books, both travelers were attempting to learn how to play uno. It was unreal. A pirate was flirting with a silver haired beauty.There was an astrologist examining your fish tank, an alchemist and a child terrorist asleep on your floor, and a fucking adeptus perched on your couch like a gargoyle.

Your roommates were nowhere in sight and your home was crowded by your fictional lovers. The absolute chaos of it all sent you over the edge. High pitched, clearly unstable laughter erupted from you. What else could you do? Cry? That wouldn’t change anything. All eyes shifted to you as you leaned on the wall, clutching your abdomen and giggling like a madwoman. Kaeya shifted away from you, allowing the others to get a good look at you.

Finally composing yourself, you stood up straight and introduced yourself, “Hello, why are you invading my home?”

“Hey girlie! I’m Childe,” The cheery harbinger nearly skipped up to you shaking your hand, “but you can call me daddy.”

Your face reddened at his bold introduction but you clicked your tongue avoiding his eyes.

“Hello, cutie. I’m Lisa.”

“Albedo, and this is Klee.”

“I tend to go by Zhongli.”

“Beidou! The lovely lady by my side is Ningguang.”

“Adeptus Xiao.”

They all introduced themselves so politely, you almost felt bad for acting a bit crazy. However, that feeling was quickly swept away by Kaeya and his sharp tongue.

“Kaeya, but I believe you already know that,” he smirked at you, “May I ask why you aren’t wearing any pants?”

“Oi, what?” You looked down and gasped.

Venti’s drunk ass had sent you into fight and flight mode so you had forgotten all about your night time attire. You were in an oversized Genshin Impact shirt without any pants on. Shoving Venti out of your way, you rushed to your room to dig for pants. Oh, how you wished you hadn’t forgotten about laundry. You hastily grabbed a pair of shorts that really didn’t do much except cover your underwear.

“I have shorts on now. You just can’t tell because of my shirt.” You declared entering the living room.

Some of the more promiscuous characters giggled at your embarrassment while Zhongli facepalmed and the most serious of them all, Scaramouche and Xiao, simply scowled. You sat on the end of your couch furthest from everybody else, nervous. Nobody had answered your earlier question. Apparently your discomfort was lost on the Adeptus Xiao, or he just didn’t care. He was in front of you in a flash, pinching your face and glaring at you.

“Why did you call us here you foolish mortal?” His tone was more annoyed than murderous.

Zhongli slapped Xiao’s hands away from your face and sat down next to you, “Be nice. She doesn’t know either.”

You nodded at this, and the room erupted in murmurs. Zhongli slipped his arm around you, patting your shoulder sympathetically. Lumine tossed the Uno cards down and glided to you, taking strands of your hair into her hands and beginning to play with it. Perhaps it’s because you played as both the travelers but the three of you seemed to silently click. Scaramouche and Childe began to argue again about something silly. Out of the corner of your eye you saw a certain bard and the charming Sir Kaeya raiding your liquor cabinet.

It was too overwhelming to argue. Lumine took her time playing with your hair while the others attempted to figure out how to go back to their own world. Xiao crept closer to you, truly like a cat. Beidou and Ningguang fawned over you and invited you into their relationship several times. You politely declined, knowing they’d have to go back to their world. It was disappointing and a bit frustrating.

Your wish came true but it was too good to be true. Albedo seemed to notice your silence. He gently maneuvered his adorable little sister off of him and approached you. His eyes were filled with curiosity, your silence only made his thoughts wander further.

“Can I experiment on you?” Albedo was blunt.

“Huh?” You blinked, unsure if you heard him correctly.

“I’m not sure if that was brave or stupid,” Childe snickered, “Has he always been this bold?”

“Tch,” Scaramouche rolled his eyes, “Thats a terrible pick up line, mad scientist.”

“Leave my cutie alone!” Lisa yanked Albedo away from you defensively.

The room was filled with protest at Lisa’s words. Zhongli merely sighed and pulled you closer. Venti’s dumb ass was floating around your living room hiccuping. Xiao was wedging himself between you and the arm of the couch. It was insane. Beidou and Ningguang noticed the two Liyue men snuggling up to you and marched over to the three of you.

Ningguang tried to pull you away from them while Beidou aggressively smacked at Xiao. Xiao was hissing at the beautiful captain and Zhongli was attempting to intervene. You shoved them out of your way and stood up, panicked by the attention. Lisa caught you as you tripped over your own feet but landed face first into her chest. She stroked your hair but was interrupted by Albedo grabbing your wrist and mumbling about experiments. The single moment Childe and Scaramouche got along was to pull you from Albedo but it became a quick tug of war over you.

Somehow, Klee was still asleep and Kaeya was just watching all of it go down.

“Cheeeeeeeeers, bitch bitches,” The Knight slurred.

“Enough.” Lumine and Aether both intervened.

Aether held his hand out to you, “You don’t have to pick now, but please say you’ll come with us?”

“You belong in Teyvat,” Lumine smiled at you warmly.

“So,” Aether continued “What do you say, outlander?”

All eyes were on you as the words left Aether’s lips. What would you do?

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simplyahoe · 3 years

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Kinktober Day 6 : Nipple Play

Dedicated to a lovely @cakepop-tatertot

Also here are the prompts again

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TW : time travel, slight dub con, threesome, Light Bondage, overstim

Character : Akaza/Hakuji, Koyuki

Male Reader

You laid on the tatami, a bit stunned from falling into a portal while sparring with Akaza and dropping into a house.

Across the room is a couple.

A very familiar looking male, around 18, with black hair and pink eyelashes. His eyes are a beautiful light blue. He is in a martial arts gi, criminal tattoos around his arms.

The girl on the other hand, doesn’t look familiar at all. Black hair held up with a snowflake pin. A very familiar snowflake. Pink to light blue kimono with a snow pattern. Pink eyes with white flower irises.

“Who are you?” Akaza’s voice came from the guy

“I’m a demon slayer…..” you stared at the two “you?

“I’m Hakuji and this is my Fiancé, Koyuki.” Hakuji’s brows furrowed

You thought about it

“Could any of you tell me what time period it is?”

“Of course, Edo.” Hakuji answered

“Time travel.”

You huffed. It isn’t a demon blood art. You two were sparring in the safety of Akaza’s small safe haven.

“Anyone here made a wish of sorts?”

Silence.

Slowly Koyuki raised her hand

“Eh?!” Hakuji looked a bit shocked

“I kind of made a wish on a star.” She hid her face behind her sleeves “I wanted to know what will make you feel good for our wedding night.”

His face became red. In fact, his blush went down his neck and to his ears. Just like a specific demon you know. It then clicked in your mind, Akaza looked really similar to Hakuji. They looked like twins. It means that Akaza and Hakuji are one in the same. What could have happened to make him turn into a demon?

“I think I have a vague Idea, but don’t kill me if I’m right.” You pointed at Hakuji “I am currently involved with a demon named Akaza.”

“So?” I guess being a brat has always been in his blood

“And he looks an awful lot like you. So something bad might happen to cause you to become a demon.”

“Wha-“

“I’m not done.” You gave a pointed look “to put it simply, Akaza and I fuck. We live in Taisho, so Koyuki-San must have passed somewhere along the line.”

That gave them a shock

“And if I’m correct, I’m supposed to be here to teach her the ways of fucking you.”

You ended the statement there to give them time to process what was just said. It took a few minutes but Koyuki was pretty quick about it.

“Please teach me!” She grabbed your hand “If I don’t have time left, I want to make the most of it!”

“Wait.” Hakuji’s voice wavered

“This means the three of us fuck then.” You grinned

“Do I get a choice?”

“Nope, if you want to send me home, we fucking tonight.”

“Wait…”

You two didn’t listen, pushing him to the bedroom. Koyuki pulled out a futon while you held Hakuji in place. When she nodded, you threw him onto the bedding, sliding behind him and holding his thighs slightly open with your legs.

“WAIT!”

He yelped when you slide his gi off his shoulders, catching his elbow before it can hit your face. Wrestling his arms behind his back, you held both his wrists with one hand, using the belt to tie his hands back. He struggled, but it held.

“Lady Koyuki come here”

You wave her over, pulling her hands to his chest

“His neck and ears are his weak points, but these are what get him going.”

You pinch a nipple, gaining a squeak from the shy, squirming Hakuji. He bites his lip in an attempt to keep quiet.

You lick the shell of his ear before nibbling on it, gaining some quiet sounds from the Soryu fighter.

“Try it.”

She watches as her fiancé wriggles in your grasp before nodding in determination and pressing his other nipple. His gasp is music.

“Good boy.” You murmured into his ear

Koyuki noticed and took a mental note. She mimicked your movements as he started to fight his bonds. Licking his ears and kissing down his neck, remembering your words.

It’s odd seeing black hair with blue eyes, but it's nothing too much of a shock. His mannerisms are still pretty similar, just less shy about his body.

His nipples are now hard, the one that you played with is slightly pinker. Mainly from your rougher treatment.

“How about you try sucking and gently biting them?”

“Wah?”

Slightly pleasure dazed, Hakuji didn’t really catch your words. He only watched his future wife get closer to his chest, till she latched on. He threw his head back, resting against your shoulder, as a moan fell past his lips.

“Ple- please st- stop.”

“Hmm?”

“Feels we-weird. Please.”

“Oh is that so?”

You worked off his pants and fundoshi. Hakuji barely managed to move his head to look at what you are doing. His dick in hand, you motioned for Koyuki to sit back and watch, grinding the tip of your thumb into his slit.

“Ghiiiiii!”

He grit his teeth as he came. Eyes rolled back as tears fell from his eyes. Head thrown against your shoulder his entire body tensed. He unknowingly pushed his whole body against you. As he fell from his high, he drooped into your hold.

“It tastes a bit weird, but do you want to try?”

White painted knuckles pressed against her tongue as she licked some of his release off. Her face scrunched at the taste. Shrugging, you licked your hand clean.

“Ple…. Please…. Enough….” Hakuji huffed

“If that was enough, why am I still here?” You kissed his tempel “don’t worry, I think after the next thing I’ll be gone.”

“Please….” His eyes closed, “Take care…. of me……”

“I will.”

You laid him down, untying him and spreading his legs. Motioning Koyuki closer, you showed her the lube piece.

“That dissolves in saliva, do you want me to dissolve it?”

She nodded

“I will be teaching you how to fuck his ass. So I will put the lube in your hand ok?”

She nodded once again. You stuck it in your mouth, waiting until it fully liquefied. Pulling her hand to your mouth, you allowed the lube to drip from your mouth. Once it was all out, you guided her hand.

“Slow at first.”

You muttered to her, as her middle finger slipped into his ass. Once her first finger fully entered you motioned to her how to move her hand.

“Now I think he is loose enough for a second finger.”

Her ring finger started to slip in. She worked through the motions taught, quickly gaining some soft, weak cries.

“Now, find the prostate. It will make him feel the best.”

You put Hakuji’s head onto your lap, allowing her to fully explore on her own. His hands weakly grasped onto your uniform. Tears falling faster as more noises slip from his lips.

Quiet praises fell from Koyuki’s lips as she explored. Until his thighs came together accompanied with a loud yelp.

“You found it! Now that place will make any man feel good, but I learned that he likes it rough.”

You played with his short hair, brushing tears away every so often. Hands traveled down to play with his chest.

“Got it!” She quickly started moving again, drawing cries and moans from his lips.

This is getting you hot, pants feeling uncomfortable and tight. You moved your pants down enough to pull out your dick.

“May I?”

You looked at Koyuki

“Go ahead. You become someone important to him.”

Hakuji didn’t give a second thought, he allowed you to enter his mouth. You muffled his sounds with your dick, the vibrations becoming pleasant. He is sloppy, saliva dripped from the corners of his lips as he tries to suck you off.

“MMNNNNHHH”

He squealed through his second orgasm, noise only muffled by your cock. The vibrations shocked through you, causing you to cum down his throat.

Hakuji slowly came down. Hips rutting against nothing. Koyuki wiped her hand off with a pre-prepared towel, a satisfied smile on her face.

You pulled out. He gasped for air, trying to slow his breathing. Saliva and white dribbled down his face

“Gonna….. Die….” With his last thought said, he slipped into unconsciousness

“You did good, Lady Koyuki.” You fix your clothes as you started to fade, “ But there is nothing else I can teach.”

“Thank you” she chirped, way too happy having finger fucked her fiancé into oblivion

“See you on the other side.”

Black

“Oi… OIIIII!” Akaza flooded your senses

“Huh?”

“You disappeared for an hour and returned asleep.”

You laid on your back, head in his lap. He leaned over you, hands in your hair, gently massaging your scalp. His little vest covers you like a very tiny blanket.

“Let’s just say, you were cute as a human.” You smiled up at him

“I hope you remember that I don’t remember anything about being a human >.<“ he has such a cute pout

“Yeah.”

#akaza x reader #akaza #kny akaza #akaza smut #akaza kimetsu no yaiba #hakuji #koyuki kny #kinktober 2021

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tiktaalic · 3 years

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Oh here’s the mary prequel mini series I plotted out in my head last night. cut for length because im polite but it is not That long

Episode one: mary walks into a fairly empty diner. Sits down at the counter pretty close to some woman she’s never seen before. Orders coffee. Sits there twisting her ring till it comes. Lady she’s never seen before looks her way and says rough night? And mary laughs and says rough few nights. Lady puts down her newspaper and says you look like you need to talk about it. And mary blurts out that she’s thinking about leaving her husband because he’s so boring. Woman listens sympathetically then launches into a perfect speech about marriage being a commitment and she should stay with him and tell him she loves him. Mary is like. Yeah. Okay. Goes back home to try to rekindle things but when she starts trying to tell John how much she loves him she tells him she’s leaving. John says ok. Mary is super relieved. She goes upstairs to pack. Hears someone at the bedroom door while she’s facing her dresser to pack, turn around, it’s John. He shoots her, she dies.

MARY wakes up next to John as he gets ready for work. Brushes it off as a SUPER weird dream and more proof that she does in fact need to leave. After john’s gone she throws together a suitcase then hops in the impala (John carpools) and drives till she hits a gas station. She goes in to pay and the cashier feels weirdly familiar till she realizes it’s the lady from her dream. She is understandably more freaked out. The cashier tells her to have a nice trip home. Mary says she’s not going home. The cashier asks her if she wants to talk about. Mary doesn’t respond and goes to fill up the car and then drives a couple of miles out of town before the car starts making this awful sound. She jumps out to look at it. Car is now smoking. She starts backing up and in a freak accident the car explodes and kills her.

Mary wakes up next to John as he’s getting ready for work.

Rest of the season: mary goes through a few more loops thinking they’re nightmares especially because she keeps seeing the same woman she’s never seen before and she keeps trying to talk to Mary. Eventually mary snaps and screams at the lady to leave her alone and the lady kind of furtively looks around and says I’m trying to help. Mary says I don’t WANT your help and then hightails it and dies again. After a few more loops where the woman is present but never approaches mary, mary stalks up to her and says. Who are you. Lady very wryly says your guardian angel. Mary says how can you help. Lady says you don’t want my help. Mary goes well I changed my mind I want it now. Lady grabs her hands and looks at her and very earnestly says, no, you don’t want my help. weird! Mary leaves. Dies. For awhile mary keeps meeting with the lady just because she’s a semi comforting constant. Lady keeps giving her advice that’s more and more rote just go back to your husband, until eventually she stops doing that and just listens to Mary. When Mary asks what she thinks instead of launching into the stay with him speech she just stands up and says I need to go.

Their meetings after this are pretty similar: the lady will listen, the lady will tell her it’s a hard decision, but when mary asks her what to do instead of saying “go back” like usual, the lady sighs and says she needs to go before she disappears. Eventually mary stops asking because she doesn’t want the lady to disappear so soon. they start spending the day just hanging out. mary takes her to her favorite places in town and asks if she likes them, asks what the lady wants to do, the whole nine yards. day always ends with mary trying to leave john and having a sudden aneurysm/tripping and cracking her skull/etc. after a couple of weeks of this her and the lady hook up and the lady tells mary that her name is anna.

mary dies again and the next day when she sees anna just starts crying about how she doesn’t want to go back. ends her rant with “and i know what you’re going to say, or what you’re not going to say, but just don’t. please.” anna holds her and holds her and after several minutes of silence says “i think you should leave.” mary’s shocked, anna’s shocked, mary has a heart attack and dies.

the next day mary tells anna that she wants to leave with her. anna looks conflicted and terrified but nods. while they’re driving or w/e anna is like mary. this isn’t going to work. you know this isn’t going to work. but i think - look. listen. we don’t have a lot of time. i think i know how to break this. i wrote it down, you’ll have to translate it - and then anna screams and she’s just Not There anymore. this freaks mary the fuck out while she’s driving, she crashes, dies.

mary spends the next morning hitting all the places she’s seen anna before. nothing. she tears up her house and all these places looking for the journal anna was holding before she disappeared. nothing. she gets more and more frustrated and it’s only after she like completely destroys an aisle at the gas station to no response from anyone that she realizes something is more wrong than usual. she goes back out to her car and there’s this guy leaning against it who goes. hi.

she asks who he is, he tells her to call him chuck. she asks what he wants, he says to help her. she doesn’t trust this for obvious reasons. she asks where anna is. he shrugs and says she’s under performance review. she asks if anna’s okay. he laughs and says oh yeah, she’s gonna be a perfect little angel for about the next ten years. then she’s going to have a great life. very loved by her parents. their little miracle baby, you know?

she asks what he really wants. he shrugs. same thing you want, really. for this whole thing to be done with. mary asks what he means. he waves a hand at her. the groundhog day thing. oh. forgot you don’t know what that is yet. the time loop thing. leaving, dying. leaving, dying. look. just go back home to your ever so loving husband, and everything will be fine.

i don’t want to go back to my husband, mary says. you love him, chuck says. i don’t know that i do, mary says. chuck frowns and tilts his head at her. sighs, twists his hand. mary feels like she just got stabbed in the heart. what did you do, she asks. do you love him? and she thinks about it. and she says. yeah. and then she thinks about it some more. and says but i dont like him. i dont like my husband. chuck claps his hands together and says. okay! what don’t you like? he’s boring. chuck smiles. boring! i can work with boring. perfect apple pie boy from kansas not doing it for you, huh? what about this. what about if he was from... illinois. what if it’s just been him and his mom since he was a kid, because his dad stepped out on them. what if the war made him a little harder, which you like more than him staying kind after the war. chuck laughs. oh, i like that a lot better actually. that’s what we’re running with. mary doesn’t say anything to this.

chuck asks her if she’s ready to go back home to her new and improved husband. mary says anna had a journal. so she did, chuck says, and hands it to her. it’s written in sumerian, so good luck with that. you can spend awhile trying to track down a translator, or. he waves his hand, and it all reads in english. she skims through it. will it work? she asks, and chuck snorts. no. of course not. you’re welcome to try. i’ll be here when you’re done. she leaves. tries the spell or whatever. tells john she’s leaving. dies. when she wakes up the next morning, chuck’s sitting at her table. we done with this? he asks, and mary stabs him. he pulls out the knife, looking annoyed. okay, yeah. we’re done with this, he says, and waves a hand and mary gets struck by lightning.

she wakes up. john’s getting ready for work. there are a few cues that tell us this is the same day. john looks over before he leaves and sees that mary’s crying. he’s very confused. asks her what’s wrong. i don’t know, she says. i don’t know. he asks if he should call his mom. she says no. he asks if he should skip work. she says no. he tells her he loves her. she says i love you too, and he leaves. she spends the day pretty dazed. wanders around town not realizing she’s hitting all the spots where she saw anna. goes to a park where a guy runs into her. it’s chuck. oh, sorry. he says. it’s okay, she says, not recognizing him. great day, huh, he says, and she nods, not really paying attention. bet your husband’s enjoying it, he says, and when she looks confused he points to her ring. oh. yeah. she says. sorry, excuse me, she says, i have to get home. i need to start dinner. he smiles at her, winks, and says her husband’s a lucky man.

they eat together. they sleep together. when mary wakes up it’s a new day. she smiles at john before he leaves and kisses him when he gets back home. end miniseries

#etxt #spnwatch #john/mary #jensen i am talking directly in your ear now. hire me

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cinnaminsvga · 3 years

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🌷 social media au where y/n posts an advertisement looking for a new place to stay that is closer to campus, causing seven upperclassmen to make it their mission to recruit her into their dormitories 🌷

A/N: THIS TOOK FOREVER AND I KINDA RUSHED IT AT THE END BUT HOPEFULLY IT MAKES SENSE?? anyway, yoongi didn’t do anything stupid (depending on your definition of stupid) so no need to worry about him being cringey,,, i spared you all from the secondhand embarrassment but i won’t be so kind next time!! anyway... enjoy || W.C. 3.8K

prev // part 11 // next masterlist here.

By the time Seokjin’s phone begins to ring, Yoongi can already feel the dread settle deep inside his bones. The familiar coil of anxiety tightens around his throat like a vice, and Yoongi has to remember how to breathe to keep himself from fainting like a corseted Victorian lady.

“Well, that must be her!” Seokjin chimes, promptly declining your call without a glance. Yoongi catches a glimpse of your contact photo anyway: it’s an unflattering angle of you from below your neck, giving the illusion of a multitude of chins. If it were any other time, Yoongi might have smiled like a lovesick fool.

“Don’t you dare let her in here,” Yoongi seethes. He tries to sound menacing, but the effect is severely diminished by how badly his voice cracks. He tugs at Seokjin by the sleeve, but the older man refuses to budge. “Hyung, I’m serious. I know what you’re trying to do.”

“Are you done live-tweeting your confusion now? Finally got the memo? I always knew you were a smart boy,” Seokjin laughs, patting Yoongi on the shoulder with his tomato sauce-covered tongs. “Since we’re on the same page now, why don’t you change clothes while I finish cooking? I know your entire wardrobe is composed of the free t-shirts you got from job fairs, but it would do well to wear a clean, unstained shirt.”

Yoongi swipes at him, hissing like the catboy that he is. “You’re the one who wiped shit on me, asshole. And yes, I figured out what you are trying to do. You think you’re so slick, but I know that you’re just trying to embarrass me in front of Y/N!”

Seokjin shrugs. “It isn’t like I’m trying to be slick. I embarrass you all the time. Besides, I’m setting you up on a date with the love of your life! You should be thanking me, if I’m being honest.”

Yoongi stammers, his jaw dropping in shock. “Love of my–?”

Seokjin waves his tongs in his face, silencing him. “Oh, hush. Don’t even try to hide it, Yoongi. I figured out that you like Y/N. Your weird behavior finally makes sense! After years of you avoiding her, I always thought you were just bad at forming human connections, but turns out you’ve got a gigantic heart boner for my best friend!”

“Please don’t phrase it like that,” Yoongi groans, smashing his head against his kitchen counter. He hopes a few brain cells might have died, just so he can stop processing the words coming out of Seokjin’s mouth. “Actually, just please stop talking.”

Seokjin snorts in exasperation as if Yoongi was the dramatic one between them. “Point is, this is a favor that I’ve chosen to grant you from the goodness of my heart! As I said, I’m giving you the love life you deserve! So stop whining and get moving before Y/N gets up here.”

“There isn’t any goodness nor a heart inside of you. And more importantly, when was the last time you did anything for free, you capitalist bastard!”

Seokjin clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “That’s where you’re wrong, Yoongi-chi. You’ve already paid me for my services by offering me front row seats to watch you lose your fucking mind. And that, my friend, is priceless.”

“Aha! So you do admit that this is all just a ploy to humiliate me!” Yoongi shouts. He grabs a knife from his scabbard, pointing it threateningly at Seokjin. He doesn’t even flinch, instead gently guiding Yoongi by the wrist over to the chopping board where he had placed some garlic cloves beforehand. Without prompting, Yoongi’s hand begins to move, his culinary instincts taking over.

“Yes and no,” Seokjin admits as he grabs Yoongi’s cast iron pan from the top shelf (which he has never gotten to use since he bought it, ever since Seokjin had borrowed it once and placed it too high for him to retrieve.) “I’m honestly trying to help you out here, my dude. Besides, even if shit hits the fan, Y/N isn’t gonna think any less of you. She’s too much of an idiot to resent anyone.”

“Speaking from experience?” Yoongi huffs, eyeing him with intense vitriol. “Can’t say I understand how she’s gone this long without killing you.” The next time the two of them are alone together in the wilderness, he can’t promise that his hands won’t find their way around Seokjin’s throat, and it won’t be sexy.

“Hmm. Yeah, definitely,” he says, nodding absentmindedly. As he begins to season the steak, he hands the cast iron pan to Yoongi. “Start preheating this. We need it to be smoking hot before we can place the steak on there.”

“I know how to cook a steak, fucker. And who said you’re allowed to serve my Wagyu steak? I was saving that for a special occasion!”

Seokjin looks up from his ministrations long enough to raise a brow at him. “So going on your first ever date with Y/N isn’t considered a special occasion?”

Yoongi falters, eyes widening. “N-no, that’s not what I mean!” he defends hotly, but he quickly snaps out of it. “Wait, no! This is not a date! Not when both parties did not agree to any of this!”

Seokjin pauses from his cooking to place a perfectly manicured hand on his hip. “I mean, Y/N agreed to it, so are you going to reject her? Huh? Too good for her and my spaghetti?”

Yoongi scoffs, rolling his eyes. “No, she did not agree to this. She doesn’t even know you’re forcing her to eat lunch with me.”

“How can you say that with such certainty?” Seokjin challenges, puffing his cheeks. “You don’t even know what I told her!”

Except I do know what you said, Yoongi thinks darkly to himself. And more importantly, I know what she thinks you were implying. He is pretty sure that the words “crush on him during high school” have seared themselves underneath his eyelids forevermore.

But instead, he says, “Yeah, well. If what you told her is as vague as what you told me, I have a pretty good hunch that this is going to blow up into a huge misunderstanding.”

Like the absolute menace that he is, all Seokjin does is shrug nonchalantly. “Suppose you are right… Who cares? It’s not like the two of you are strangers, so I’m sure this is going to go great!”

“What the fuck? She is a stranger! I’ve literally only spoken two words to her in the past four years!” Yoongi seethes, his temple throbbing from an oncoming migraine.

Seokjin ignores him, as per his want. “Grab that plate, will you? I gotta plate the pasta before Y/N starts calling again to let her into the building,” he says, nudging the tongs into Yoongi’s hands. Yoongi squawks, quickly turning the stove off to keep the food from burning.

Seokjin tears off his (read: Yoongi’s) apron off, wiping his hands on his jeans with a quick smile. “Great! While you finish up here, I’ll distract Y/N for a bit in my room before I lead her in here, alright? You better hurry unless you want to keep her waiting!”

“Oh, like how you kept her waiting downstairs for the past–” Yoongi checks his wall clock, “–seven minutes?”

Seokjin cackles madly, rushing out the door. “Well, that’s where you and I differ, Yoongi-chi! I give no shits about how Y/N thinks about me, so good luck!” After sending Yoongi three flying kisses for good measure, Seokjin slams the door shut, leaving Yoongi to simmer in his bad life choices.

The worst choice that he’s ever made? Being friends with one (1) Kim Seokjin.

“God, just end me,” Yoongi mutters, placing his $80 steak on his pan. It sizzles deliciously, much like how his (nonexistent) love life is about to get burnt to a crisp.

x x x x x

“Took you long enough.” You watch as Seokjin taunts you with a funny little dance by the lobby of his dormitory, the building receptionist not even batting an eye at his eccentricity. That’s the sad side effect of living in close proximity with Seokjin: you start getting desensitized to most things, not even flinching at the sight of a man without a functioning central nervous system.

Seokjin slides his card to open the door, finally allowing you entry. “Sorry. Got busy preparing your lunch! Which by the way, you should be thanking me for.”

“The moment I thank you for anything is the day that you slip on your own cum and die,” you grouse, nudging past him to get on the elevator first. You punch the button for the 5th floor before rapidly trying to close the elevator door on him. Unfortunately, Seokjin makes it in time before his ass gets clamped by the two steel doors.

“Thinking about my cum? Oh my, Y/N… I know you’ve had a dry spell for too long, but I didn’t think you’d be that desperate for some of my butter,” Seokjin says, leaning closely to wink at you.

Against your will, your cheeks brighten furiously, weakly pushing Seokjin away from you. “You wish. At least I don’t spend my spare time loitering outside the campus gym to ogle all the sweaty hot people.”

“And the invitation to join me still stands by the way!” Seokjin singsongs, leaping out of the elevator once you reach his floor. You walk side by side until you reach his room, but you catch him shooting a furtive glance at his next-door neighbor.

“Is Yoongi joining us for lunch?” you ask, failing to keep your curiosity from showing in your voice. If Yoongi does end up joining you for lunch (which has never happened in the past four years, convincing you that he must have a personal grudge against you), then at least it can confirm to you straight away that whatever this “date” is just another prank by Seokjin. You don’t know if you should be disappointed or grateful if it is just a joke.

Seokjin beams in response, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “You know what? He is going to join us, actually!”

He had been in the midst of unlocking his dorm when he changes direction, leading you to Yoongi’s door instead. He rifles through his other keys, and you notice one of them looks similar to his own house key, except with a Hello Kitty sticker on it. He pulls that key out and promptly unlocks Yoongi’s door without missing a beat.

What kind of weirdo must Yoongi be to give Seokjin a spare key to his dorm? You’d rather shit out a cactus than let Seokjin have free entry to your home whenever he pleases.

You hesitate by Yoongi’s door, feeling nervous all of a sudden. “Um, Seokjin? Are you sure it’s okay for me to–?”

“HONEY I’M HOOOOME!” Seokjin’s loud guffaw cuts you off before you can finish your question. He bursts through the door and leaves you by the hallway, and you watch as he nearly tackles Yoongi to the ground.

Yoongi, despite looking like he’s half the size of Seokjin on a good day, manages to keep upright despite how his back is now bent parallel to the floor. “Get off me!” he yells, roughly pushing Seokjin off of him.

Seokjin tumbles to the floor, but the shit-eating grin on his face hardly wavers. He points at you by the doorway, a cheeky grin on his lips. “Look, Yoongi-chi! I brought a guest!”

Yoongi spares you half a glance before returning his attention to whatever he was cooking. “I suppose you did.”

Okay, this date is definitely a joke. Why the hell did you even think for a second that Seokjin might have been into you?

“Um,” you stutter nervously. You grind your heel into the carpet self-consciously, your gaze downcast. “Hello, Yoongi. Sorry for the intrusion, by the way…”

“It’s fine,” Yoongi replies, albeit a little curtly. He clears his throat, his face still tilted away from you so you can’t tell if he’s genuinely annoyed or not.

You point a glare at Seokjin, who looks shamelessly pleased with himself. After taking a deep breath, you take your first steps into Yoongi’s home before gently closing the door.

As you look around at your new surroundings, you notice that his home is a lot cleaner than you would have expected, though you’re not exactly sure what you should have expected in the first place. It’s minimalist, but not in a barren type of way; it’s seems like Yoongi is fond of simple designs more than anything. It’s certainly a nice change of pace compared to Seokjin’s abomination of a room, with his vaguely yellow-stained bedsheets.

The smell of freshly cooked pasta and meat being grilled catches your senses immediately. You watch as Yoongi flips over a hefty piece of steak, the aroma causing your mouth to salivate instantly.

“I… What is… Huh?” you start, not knowing what to ask. You catch Seokjin snickering quietly to himself, but promptly shuts up when you mime punching him in the dick.

“It’ll be finished in a second. Why don’t you sit down?” Yoongi announces quietly, his gaze still fixed away from you. Confused but left with no other choice, you tentatively make your way to his couch, unable to relax as your spine remains ramrod straight and your jaw stays clenched.

You hear Seokjin shuffling behind you until he eventually makes his way to sit with you, plopping onto the couch as if it were his home. “Ah… I’m soooo hungry. Smells good, doesn’t it?” he asks you, his brow wiggling too much to be considered normal. Either that, or he was having a stroke.

“Yeah, it does,” you say, greatly uncomfortable. You peek at Yoongi once more, who is still dutifully attending to the steak. Making sure he isn’t looking, you twist Seokjin by the nipple, causing the elder to let out a high-pitched squeal. To an outsider, it might have almost sounded like he was being pleasured.

“Ouch! What the fuck was that for?” Seokjin whines, rubbing his tenderized nipples.

“You know what that was for,” you hiss, keeping your volume low. “What the hell are we doing here? Why are you making Yoongi cook for us?!”

“For us? It’s for you!” Seokjin snaps back. “Didn’t you say you would only come over if you got fed? Well, this is how you get fed!”

“I was under the assumption that you would be feeding me, not him!” you seethe. You check back on Yoongi, who still hasn’t looked your way once. “The poor boy… No wonder he doesn’t like me! He must think I’m as bad as you!”

Seokjin snorts. “Of course he likes you! This whole lunch date wouldn’t have even fucking happened if he wasn’t assdeep in lo–”

“Lunch is finished,” Yoongi interrupts loudly, his spatula rattling loudly against his pan. The sudden noise makes you jump away from Seokjin, who appears vaguely triumphant.

“T-thanks,” you stutter, standing up and resisting the random urge to shake his hand. Everything about this situation is so tense and awkward that it feels like you’re being filmed for a prank Youtube video or something. Knowing Seokjin, the odds of that happening are great.

“That’s my cue to leave then! Bye! You guys have fun!” Seokjin says, jumping to his feet.

You vaguely hear Yoongi gasp quietly when you launch yourself at Seokjin, just narrowly keeping from escaping. “Oh no, you don’t! Who said you could leave? You’re not going anywhere!”

But like the slippery snake that he is, Seokjin manages to wriggle out of your arms and hop over Yoongi’s coffee table to get to the door. “Too bad! I have classes to get to, so I gotta blast! Use this time to get to know each other or whatever it is that kids do these days,” he says, winking salaciously. With one final sputter of (evil) laughter, Seokjin makes his exit, leaving you and Yoongi to fester in some good ol’ fashioned discomforting silence.

“Um,” you say, just as Yoongi opens his mouth to say something too.

“No, you go first–”

“You go ahead–”

The two of you pause mid-sentence, staring at each other. You grin sheepishly at him, motioning for him to speak first.

He returns your smile half-heartedly. “So, um… I just wanted to say I’m sorry for letting Seokjin rope you into this. I tried stopping him, but… You know how he is.”

You laugh, sounding a little crazed even to your own ears. That’s the longest sentence you’ve ever heard him speak!

“Yeah, believe me… I am intimately aware of how he is. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t,” you joke.

Amazingly, your little quip makes his smile widen, his cheeks puffing up imperceptibly. “Glad we can agree that Seokjin has the amazing ability to ruin people’s lives. It’s almost welcoming to find solidarity in a shared experience.”

“Shared experience? Try shared trauma. That dude is a walking serotonin sucker,” you say dryly.

You don’t think what you said was remotely funny enough to warrant a laugh, but it causes Yoongi to let out a loud snort regardless. But the amusement on his face is short-lived, his cheeks going red in embarrassment. He slaps a hand to his mouth, breaking eye contact once more. “Oh fuck, that was so unflattering,” he groans, clearly mortified.

His blush, multiplied by his shy demeanor, makes you want to coo at him, but you doubt he’d take that too kindly. So instead, you change the subject to save him. “So, uhh… The food? You don’t have to give me any, by the way. I wouldn’t want you to waste your lunch on me or anything.”

Yoongi snaps out of his previous embarrassment, returning to the more familiar stoic expression you’ve come to associate with Yoongi. “No, that’s fine. Seokjin–er, rather… I made enough for two people, so it would be a waste if you didn’t eat at least some of it. But I don’t care either way if you want it or not.”

For two people? you wonder. So Yoongi had known Seokjin wasn’t going to join for lunch?

“Oh, if it’s fine with you…” you trail off, meekly making your way towards him. The spaghetti and steak look absolutely delicious, though you don’t need to tell him that when your stomach speaks for you. “Oh shit, that’s so embarrassing,” you say, your cheeks heating up this time.

Yoongi chuckles, shaking his head. “Haven’t eaten breakfast yet, I assume? That’s pretty stupid if you ask me. Don’t you have class until 5? How the hell would you have survived until then?”

You choke in surprise. Where did all that sass suddenly come from? “Excuse me? I’m not stupid! I would’ve been fine with a sandwich from the cafeteria if you must know!” you say indignantly. You’re too busy being offended that you don’t fully comprehend his words, failing to notice how he had known you had class until 5 in the first place.

“Sure, whatever you say.” Rolling his eyes, Yoongi starts shifting through his cupboards and pulling out a pink tupperware. He begins to load them with food, nearly overflowing the containers with how much he tries to stuff in them.

“H-hey! What are you doing?”

“Packing your lunch. You have class in a bit, yeah? It’s almost 11:50 and it takes around 15 minutes to get to the main campus. You won’t have time to eat here and make it in time,” he says, pointing you with a look. “Wait. Did you have coffee this morning?”

“Yeah? So?” you ask, defensive. “Are you gonna call me stupid again for not having caffeine or something?”

“No,” he grunts. “If you’re caffeinated, then that means it should only take you 7 minutes to get to class.”

“That doesn’t even make sense!” you exclaim, but you can’t help letting out an incredulous laugh. “Wow. You’re kinda weird, did you know that?”

“You barely even know me, so how would you know?” he retorts. He finishes placing food into the tupperware and promptly clicks the lid in place. He offers it to you, smirking slightly.

You huff, but your ire is all for show. You aren’t actually annoyed by him–he’s just… different from what you expected. A little shy, a little rough around the edges… but you can tell he isn’t a bad guy. You understand why Seokjin loves to torment him; he seems like a fun person to tease.

“That can be amended,” you respond, taking the tupperware from him. Your fingers graze the backs of his hand by accident, causing him to quickly retract his hand as though he’d been burned. You nearly drop the container in surprise, but luckily your reflexes save your precious food just in time.

“Sorry. About… you know.” Yoongi gesticulates wildly, his gaze darting anywhere but at you.

You smile secretly to yourself, amused. Ah. He’s like a human seesaw. Blushy one second and grumpy the next. “No worries, Yoongi. I’ll be sure to return this container soon, so don’t you worry.”

Yoongi shrugs. “Keep it if you want. I don’t care either way.”

Says the guy who has an entire cupboard full of color coordinating food containers. “Roger that, Yoongi.”

Yoongi walks you out the door, pausing outside the hallway with you. “Do you…” he hesitates, swallowing loudly enough for you to hear. “Do you… want me to walk you out?”

His sudden offer almost makes you want to laugh, but you have a feeling he wouldn’t find it amusing at all. Instead, you just shake your head with a smile. “Don’t worry. I won’t get lost. I think I remember where the door is.”

He pouts, his lips jutting out cutely. “Yeah, well. I was just trying to be nice, but you do you.”

You giggle lightly, patting him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. You were more than nice,” you say, winking for added effect. It does more than you thought it would, causing Yoongi’s cheeks to bloom once more.

With one last wave, you make your way out of the dormitory, your heart a little lighter than before.

“Huh. That was weird.” You glance at the pink little tupperware in your hands, its warmth keeping your hands safe from the winter chill. As you walk to class, your thoughts are filled with nothing but a shy boy with soft hands and even softer cheeks. Maybe Tuesday isn’t going to be so bad after all.

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Epic III

spencer reid x reader

summary: And I know how it was because. He was like me. A man in love with a woman

Spencer tells Derek about Y/N for the first time

warnings: mention of the FBI, confusion, fluff, Derek Morgan (just kidding), probably some typos, terrible conversation

a/n: inspired by the song “Epic III” from hadestown. the words are there, but the idea is sort of flipped on its back. would strongly reccomend listening.

“Hey, Kid!”

Spencer would like to deny that he felt comforted by that voice, but he couldn't.

Even the brief words put a smile on his face.

A friendly feeling made its way to his chest, his nerves relaxed from the moment the receiver had clicked.

“Hi Morgan,” he started. Spencer wasn't quite sure why he was calling in the first place, but he was glad he didn't seem to be interrupting anything. Glad that Derek had answered the phone.

It had been a while since they’d talked. Spencer didn't like to pick up the phone, and he definitely didn't like the inquiring questions Derek always seemed to ask. But still, he always enjoyed phone calls with his old friend. And it really had been too long. As Derek reminded him.

“I know, I’m sorry. We’ve been busy with some cases.” An excuse he might have used before, but it wasn't untrue.

There was a moment's pause, and then, Spencer expected the next question.

“Is that why you’re calling, Reid? Do you need to talk about something?”

Derek had always been one to check up on Spencer, his paternal instincts clicking into place. Even years ago when they were both still new to the world of everything. And, calling about a case wasn't unusual. Sometimes Spencer called just to talk to someone about it.

Spencer almost wanted to roll his eyes though. Almost. “No, I’m fine. The cases haven't been that bad.”

Spencer could almost hear Derek nodding his head, and if they had been in the same room he could imagine Derek staring him down, just to check and see if he wasn't lying.

“Okay,” Derek finally said, slightly suspicious, slightly joking.

“Okay,” Spencer repeated, flicking through a book next to him without reading it. Just looking for something to mess with. Not quite sure where this phone call was going.

“...So why did you call then kid? Not that I’m complaining, but usually you have something to bring up.” Derek said, and Spencer could hear something moving around in the background.

He thought for a moment. Why had he called? Everything seemed to be fine. Work was as good as it could be, Spencer was the same as always. He didn't have anything significant to talk about, hadn't had many changes in the months they'd spent between phone calls.

“I don't know,” Spencer answered, scratching the back of his neck. Sharing the same confusion as Derek.

Derek started to say something when the door to Spencer's office opened. When his girlfriend came strolling in, holding some papers, a smile plastered on her face.

She brought light with her, striding in the room completely unbothered, looking at Spencer without noticing everything else. The colors seemed to burst around her.

Spencer's confusion almost completely evaporated. His smile was an uncertain reflex.

She started to say something, her laugh infectious, before she really looked up at Spencer. Realization hit her face, and she stopped in her tracks. She smiled a sheepish smile at him, glad that he didn't look too upset that she had interrupted his conversation.

She whispered a quiet “Sorry,” placing something on his desk, and walking around to kiss him on the cheek. After only a few seconds, she was gone.

But the warmth in her smile managed to cling to the room, in the air.

La la la la

“Reid?” Derek repeated, snapping Spencer out of his stare on her.

“What?” Spencer asked, shaking his head and focusing back on Derek.

“Who was that?” Derek asked, a creeping smirk in his tone. Spencer could feel the heat making its way up his neck.

He hadn't said anything about her yet.

It wasn't that he was embarrassed, or worried, or even nervous about telling anyone. He didn't want to keep her a secret necessarily.

But, he also knew that he loved the quiet moments with her, and he knew those moments would become shorter and shorter over time.

He knew it was far too early to draw any actual conclusions.

“Huh?” He said, trying to play it off as best as he could. This was definitely not something he wanted to talk about with Derek. Not now. Especially not after the years of badgering and ‘tips’. He really didn't need to hear about how to ‘keep a lady around’.

“You almost completely zoned out for a minute. You’re trying to tell me you don't know what I”m talking about?” Derek said, his voice making Spencer feel even more flustered than before. It was teasing and sounded far too old for Derek.

Like mentioned, it had been a while since the two of them had talked.

And, of course, the last time… Well, Spencer hadn't had anything to talk about. Hadn't had anyone strolling into his office while he talked to Derek.

When Spencer didn't answer, Derek asked again. “Who is she?”

Spencer sighed, looking up at the ceiling.

“Y/N.”

Where’d you get that melody?

And almost as if Derek knew, he didn't press on the tone of Spencer's voice any further. He only made a sound of acknowledgment, very clearly smiling across the phone.

"And?" he asked, inquiring on something Spencer didn't quite pick up on.

"And... she apologizes for interrupting our conversation."

Derek laughed, very clearly entertained by Spencer's annoyance. Very entertained with this moment that he had probably waited years for.

"How long?"

"What?"

Derek laughed, sighing into the receiver. "How long since you met her?"

"Um..." he took a minute to think even though he already had the number in his head. "Almost a year now."

Spencer could almost feel Derek's wide eyes.

"A year?! It hasn't been that long since we've talked."

Spencer laughed nervously, fiddling with his hands. His heart almost started pounding at the questions he knew were to come, at the secrets that were to be unveiled. At the feelings, he knew he couldn't just hide anymore.

He knew that she was probably just right outside the door. Probably watching TV on his couch, or reading a book. There were so many things he could say that might just carry on too far into his house. So many things he was keeping a secret from her.

"We were just friends a couple of months ago," he whispered- just a brief little spurt of nerves making their way to his voice. The memories making him nervous still. Derek's acknowledgment only adding to that.

Derek waited, giving Spencer a clear indication to continue, but when he didn't, Derek asked again.

"Tell me about her."

Spencer sighed. This speech was one he would tell again, and then again. He knew that this was going to have to become a familiar thing, that he was going to have to stop keeping so many secrets. But, it was still hard to speak when asked.

"We met at the library,"

It was a good start, one that didn't dive too deep. One that would allow him to stop talking as soon as possible.

La la la la la...

"And?"

Spencer sighed again, his mind on a repeating pattern, thinking about all the things he could reveal and all the things that he didn't need to talk about.

"She, um, she criticized my book choices." He laughed an anxious laugh at the memory. "And then tried to help me come up with better books to read, but I had already read them."

She'd glared at him when he said that and told him to stop being so pretentious, that there was no possible way he had read all of the fifteen books she had recommended. But she'd smiled after, so Spencer knew that she wasn't actually mad.

"I thought it was weird that a student was trying to persuade my reading choices, but she assured me it was completely normal."

Derek laughed with Spencer, and the tension in the air was removed. Suddenly replaced by the warmth these stories always brought. Though it was different to say them out loud. Different to let them pause in the air as his friend listened.

He didn't quite know if he liked it.

"Sounds like she's a bold girl."

Spencer nodded his head even though Derek couldn't see him. A smile managed to make its way to his face as he thought about her. "She is. She's one of the most outspoken people I've ever met. But, she was never mean about anything."

No, not even when Spencer refused to read any fiction that she recommended.

"And, um, a couple months after we met she started slipping notes into the books she would give me. That's, um, how I asked her out."

"Taking all the big steps, huh?" Derek said, clearly smirking, clearly proud of Spencer for some unknown reason.

"It took me months to come up with anything to say, and Y/N said she wasn't surprised."

"You always have something to say," Derek reminded him, a quick thought right into the air. His voice sounded teasing, but Spencer knew that he was asking him yet another question.

"Not with her, she... completely erases everything I know. And, I can never speak right around her."

He didn't mention how Y/N found that endearing, but he rolled his eyes nonetheless.

Derek didn't say anything for a second, and then he breathed out. A sound Spencer didn't recognize.

"You're in love with her?"

And Spencer, he was shocked. He froze as he thought over the words, ones he might have thought, but never dared to say.

he fell in love with a beautiful lady

"I- um," Spencer breathed out, running a hand through his hair. "I think it's too soon to tell- and- it would depend on which type of love you're talking about in the first place" he stuttered out, nervously laughing. "Because there are seven different kinds according to- to-"

"Spencer," Derek interrupted, giving Spencer some relief from the fast pace he was talking in. "It's just a question kid," he was laughing but Spencer just felt frustrated.

He didn't want to classify this, didn't want to make the same mistake as he'd made before.

But,

you didn't know how

When he thought of her walking into his office, handing him things she already seemed to know he needed.

When he thought of her in his kitchen, cooking dinner for the two of them and dancing to the music Spencer had protested against.

When he thought of the two of them walking in the park, Y/N laughing into his neck, kissing him on the cheek when it was time to go.

When he thought of laying with her in bed, messing with her hair as she told him secrets she didn't share with anyone else.

When he thought of her, and her bold, and her bright. And the warmth that followed her.

you didn't know why

When he thought about those things it was almost impossible, almost unfeasible to think about it as anything else.

Love.

Huh.

"I don't- I don't know." He finally whispered, confused and realizing all at the same time.

Derek just seemed to know.

"You're talking about her like I talk about Savannah, that's the only reason I asked."

Spencer thought about that for a moment, thinking about all the times he'd seen Derek glow with Savannah, and he'd seen Derek smile an unreasonable smile when she was around.

"It's okay if you don't know kid," Derek continued, seeming to think that Spencer was going crazy at his question. "It takes time."

Spencer laughed, thinking that his feelings for her hadn't changed since the first day he'd met her and she'd called him pretentious.

"But," Derek teased again, his tone suddenly changing. "She seems great."

And Spencer couldn't help but agree with that. Couldn't help but think there were so many greater words to describe her with.

He fell in love with

"She is." Spencer reaffirmed, the smile back on his face, the warmth on his cheek from her kiss still prominent.

"Just make sure to invite me to the wedding, alright?"

Spencer caught the joke, hesitating to laugh.

You saw her alone there, against the sky

His heart sped up at the prospect. At the idea of getting married to her. But, of course, he didn't let Derek know that.

He only laughed. Trying to keep these ongoing feelings in his chest.

It was like she was someone you'd always known

Later on, after the two of them had talked for an hour more. Derek telling Spencer about how he was still struggling with making sure everything was baby-proof, and Derek laughing along to stories Spencer told him about the team.

It was a good opportunity. And Spencer couldn't deny that he had missed his friend.

But, as soon as the phone call was over, he was ready to get out of his office.

When he walked out, a girl was sitting on his couch, flipping through a book he knew she'd already read.

He smiled at the sight, comforted by the fact that she was waiting for him, that she was there in the first place.

He walked over to the couch, gently taking the book from her hands and sitting next to her so that he could lay his head on her shoulder, and wrap an arm around her.

"Hi," she whispered, molding with him into their couch. She smiled at his clinginess, returning it with all the admiration she could muster. But, when Spencer looked up at her, she gave him a playful glare.

"I was reading that," She scolded him, running her hands through his hair as he held her closer to him.

"You've read that before. I didn't think I was interrupting," Spencer said, playing innocent but breaking his composure to laugh at her face.

They both took deep breaths, relaxing into the moment, warmth surrounding them like a cocoon.

She was silent for a minute, continuing to run her hands through his hair, a soft smile on her face as she looked at him. But, eventually, she spoke up.

"Good call?" she asked him, a playful tone in her voice, a feeling they couldn't describe in the air.

"Yeah," Spencer whispered back, moving away for a moment and laughing at her pout. He switched their positions, her head on his chest now, wrapping his arms around her.

She wasn't pouting anymore.

Instead, she held him back, unspoken words living between the two of them.

"Sorry I interrupted," she muttered, her breath soft against his skin.

"It's okay, Derek didn't mind."

She nodded, wrapping her arms tighter around him, enjoying the way he was smiling at her. She strained to reach up and kiss his neck, satisfied when she finally did.

And Spencer felt enchanted by her.

He felt like he was holding the world in his arms when he held her. He felt like he might burst into flames because of her warmth, because of those feelings he couldn't tuck under his chest.

He was enchanted by the way that she smiled at him, by the kisses she traced over his skin, by the air she breathed out, by the arms that were holding him back.

He couldn't think of anything else, not a single thing, that compared to this.

To holding her. To being with her.

He kissed the top of her head, letting her know his thoughts without actually having to say them.

He kissed the words across her forehead, down to her cheek. Told her things that he had never dared to say out loud.

And she understood.

How could she not? When he was smiling at her as he was, when he was holding her so close, when his eyes were a world of wonder she wanted to stare at.

How could she not understand?

The woman he loves

Spencer thought he might fall asleep sitting in this moment with her, he thought that it was too comforting, too warm, to keep his eyes open for too much longer.

With nothing to lose

He thought about what he had told Derek, about how he didn't know.

But he did,

He could feel it in his chest, could feel it in the air, could tell when she smiled up at him, when he smiled down at her. He could feel it all around the two of them, bliss a word that didn't mean enough for the moment. Wonderful, was not a stronger enough word to describe her. He didn't think there were any.

But he could feel this thing in his chest, invading his mind.

He didn't know.

But he did,

Because when he looked at her,

La la la la la la la...

And when she looked at him, she couldn't help but feel the same things, couldn't help the smile that made its way to her face. The song that played in her head.

Lover, tell me when we...

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Hating Him - Bakugou Katsuki (2)

Bakugo x (black) fem reader

( still can read if you’re not)

sorry if it bothers you, i just felt that my black readers weren’t feeling black as they were reading y/n stories cause i for sure wasn’t

Warning: Smut, Rough sex, hair pulling, name calling, Nsfw 18+

Summary: Bakugo and you have hated each other ever since you met, being on the same track team and having the same friend group didn’t make things any better. you 2 have to act like you like each other for the benefit of the friend group until one day you and him are forced to have movie night with the others and you both have had enough of each other’s shit.

It was now saturday and you had just came home from practice. It was about 6 in the afternoon. You started to run you some bath water, remembering how you’d have to go to the sleep over with Mina and the others. You and bakugou still didn’t get along, it was nothing but you 2 arguing at practice and the team being annoyed. You just couldn’t bring yourself to like him, no matter how hard you tried you just...couldn’t. Ever since you’ve got here, he’s hated you. He knew you were competition and he treated you like-so, even though you were on the same team. He didn’t care and neither did you.

you took off your uniform, stretching before you got into the bath water. the feeling was amazing, your muscles were finally relaxed. The feeling of the bath water brought you ease. You enjoyed this time, since you knew tonight was going to be crazy. You closed your eyes, calming yourself down as you cleared your mind. Frank ocean played on your headphones. You washed up about 4 times before rinsing yourself off with the shower head. You stepped out of your bath tub, dancing like a white lady on those commercials, as weird as it sounds it was the funnest thing ever. Pretty Girl by Clairo played on your headphones now. You dropped your towel, grabbing your shea butter, rubbing it all over your body.

You washed your face, letting it air dry afterwards. You grabbed a 2 piece pajama set that was satin, placing it in your bag. The top and bottoms matched, it was a cream color that was really light. You put on some thigh length socks. Mina had bought the pajama set for the movie tonight. You didn’t know if it fit or not so you brought something with you just in case. you were supposed to change at her house but the boys had to come in their pajamas for some weird reason. You threw some biker shorts on and a tank top that you had cut a little, you put on your nike slides, waiting on Mina to come pick you up. You took out the flexi rods in your hair. the curls were loose since your hair had been so long. It was like mid back legnth. you picked it out a little bit, giving it more volume. You smiled, showing your dimples, loving out it turned out. You knew it’d only last for the weekend though. Your ginger hair was growing on you.

you rubbed a little moisturizer to your face, so it wasn’t dry. Then you applied a little lip gloss and put your apple watch back on and sprayed a little perfume on yourself and putting on some spray on deodorant. you placed the how shoes she got you in the back also. you grabbed your nike slides, putting them on so you wouldn’t be barefooted. You heard a notification pop up on your phone.

Mina> We’re outside. might have to sit on someone’s lap 🙃.

You had your fingers crossed, praying that it wasn’t bakugou and that he had took his own car. You didn’t want to have to sit on anybody’s lap really. You headed out your house, walking towards Mina’s navy blue audi. The windows were tinted so you couldn’t see inside. You opened up the back door to be greeted by Bakugou, “Hi y/n. I’m in love with your hair. i wish my hair was that long.” Yaoyorozu told you and you smiled, “thank you.” you said softly. “Hiiiiii. Bakugou is being quite grumpy right now, don’t worry about him.” Mina said as you noticed Denki in the front seat. Yaoyorozu was on Todorokis lap and Kirishima was sitting in the middle, focused on whatever was in his phone. “Bakugou help her open the trunk so she can put her things in there.”

He sighed, getting out of the car. He was wearing a black shirt along with grey nike sweatpants and a pair of nike slides. Fits him. He followed you to the trunk, as he did, you noticed that the he was more quiet than usual. you smiled, “Hello to you too bakugou.” he stated. “I’m not being friendly to you. They can’t hear us. Don’t pull what you did at practice again.” He told you, all you did was hand him his water bottle after he was forced to run 2 laps around the track field after practice since he had got into a fight and you were just helping him.

“i didn’t do anything, i was trying to be nice dummy. but clearly you didn’t take it that way.” You stated placing your bag inside the trunk. He watched your as your did so, his eyes lingered on your body longer than usual. He closed it and you followed him back to the car, he opened the door, getting back in. “Where will I sit?” you asked and mina looked in the back, sighing. “Maybe sit on bakugo or Kirishimas lap? Bakugou looked like he doesn’t even wanna be here. ask Kirishina.” Mina told you. Kirishima looked at you, giving you a cheeky smile, “Sure, you can-“

Bakugo interrupted him by slapping him upside his head. “Your girlfriend wouldn’t like that.” Bakugo told him giving him a look, kirishima spoke up, “Nevermind I forgot to tell you guys I had a girlfriend.” He stated, bakugou looked at you and you knew that meant you had to sit on his lap. “Yaoyorozu can we umm...switch please?” You asked and she was about to say yes before Bakugos large hands wrapped around your waist as he pulled you onto his lap, you closed the door, moving around to make yourself comfortable. “Don’t ever do that again. They’ll suspect that you don’t like me and we can’t have them know that.” He whispered in your ear and you felt butterflies swarm in your stomach, hating how you reacted towards his touch. You didn’t know why it’d mess up things if they found out you two didn’t like each other but you went along with it anyways. “Still wanna switch?” She asked and you shook your head with a small smile, “No, Bakugo should be fine.” You stated. His body was warm unlike yours, which made everything worse cause you had the urge to be up under him. “Everybody ready?” Mina asked and everybody in the car replied with a small yes.

Bakugos hands would squeeze your waist, pulling you down onto his lap more as you would go over pot holes or small bumps in the rode. you’d move around occasionally to a song until bakugo had told you stop moving. You guys were still in the car, just closer than before, you started to feel something pressing against your ass as Mina stopped at a red light. The outline of it was hard, thick and very long. Your cheeks went a bright pink, knowing what it was. It was bakugos little friend, you had caused this. You could feel yourself start to get moist at the feeling of this. You hated how nasty your body reacted to his. Your pussy began to throb as so did his print and you both had to sit there as if you didn’t feel each other’s private areas yearning for each other. you refused to accept it because you hated it. Hated him especially.

Mina pulled up to her house and everyone began to get out, you were about to get out but Bakugou pulled you back down onto his lap. He shifted underneath you, moving up, his hands gripped your inner thigh, “When we get inside this house, forget about this whole car ride. Pretend this shit never happened. Tell anybody about this and i’ll fucking kill you.” He told you, pushing you off his lap. You got out the car shocked at what had just happened but you wanted to forget about what happened just as much as he did.

“Y/n? I missed you so much. I hate having a dorm, i never see you anymore.” you heard a familiar voice say and you realized it was Asui and smiled, giving her a small hug. Asui was a very chill person but she was confused all the time which made her adorable. She had on a green shirt and sweatpants, with her long hair in 2 pigtails. “I miss you too, you should stop by my house some time.” You said excitedly. “Will do.” She told you going into the house. You looked in the trunk, searching for your bag, “What happened to my bag?” you asked. Todoroki nodded his head at the door, “Bakugou took it in with him i think. He’s been acting weird ever since you came to our college.” He said, going into Mina’s house as he mumbled the last part to himself. You had wondered what he meant by “weird” and more importantly what did he do with your bag.

You followed behind him going into her house, Her house was huge, like huge. Her mother had money, so she bought Mina her own house, there was enough space and room in here for all of you. You missed the comforting smell of her house, you hadn’t been here in so long. You looked around, noticing she changed a few things around. “Anybody know where bakugou went?” you asked and everyone shook there head no, you sighed going upstairs, looking in each room, going back down the hall after no luck in finding him your face hit something hard, like real hard. You looked up at what you had hit and it was bakugo, your cheeks turned pink remembering the car ride, “Where’s my bag?” you asked and he shrugged his shoulders as he stared down at you, “When i got in, Mina took it from me.” He stated. Ok. This wasn’t as awkward as you expected “Why’d you umm...why’d you grab my bag?” you asked confused on why his hands was touching your stuff.

“Because messing with your shit is fun. Why else?”He asked. “I dislike you.” You told him angrily, trying your hardest to keep your cool. “Sure.” He told you before walking past you. You figured you wouldn’t stress it and went back downstairs into the living room, everyone got settled in, making pallets and grabbing out all the board games. you had told them that you didn’t wanna participate in any games but the card games. They were now starting a game of domino.

Bakugou was making the cookies and you watched him as he did. Your eyes followed his hands, his fingers were long and large. he had two silver rings on the pointer finger of his left hand. “Y/n, since you and bakugo don’t want to participate in any of the games, you can be the chefs for tonight. Make the cinnamon rolls too please.” Denki told you from the couch, snapping your attention away from Bakugou and you laughed softly going into the kitchen, “I do wanna play war with the cards though, so don’t forget about me when the card games come around.” you told him and he nodded his head.

“I could’ve made the cinnamon rolls.” Bakugou told you as you opened the ‘fridge. you rolled your eyes, “yes but they asked me, focus on your cookies idiot.” You replied grabbing them from the refrigerator. “Your mouth is too smart.” He said turning the oven on 350, You grabbed a pan from underneath the cabinet, loading them on the counter between the stove and refrigerator. You turned around, watching him as he placed the cookies in the oven, “so fix it.” you told him, looking him in his eyes, daring him to do something.

“I will.”

you didn’t know what he meant by that but you could tell that it wasn’t good but you didn’t care, what’s the worse that he could do.

You turned back around opening the cinnamon rolls, placing them on the pan after spraying spam onto the pan. You opened the oven, putting the cinnamon rolls inside. steve lacy played loudly on the tv and you danced around in the kitchen as you grabbed the things you needed, loving every part of this, you grabbed the oreos, placing them on the island top counter, along with the pancake mix. they told you to make fried oreos also. Bakugou watched you intensely. His eyes never leaving your dancing body.The only reason you knew how to cook was because your mother was a chef and was very experimental with foods and taught you lots of stuff. You grabbed the wisk, mixing in the water with the pancake mix. The mixing was going by very very slow and there was still chunks.

You started asking yourself what you did wrong until you felt Bakugos hands at your waist. He placed his hand over yours, showing you how to mix, you were about to tell him to move but he whispered something in you ear, “Play along, if they find out we don’t like each other shit will go down hill.” he told you and you sighed nodding your head. You knew he was right, everyone in this group liked each other, and if they found out that you 2 hated each other, things would go left. You knew how fragile this group was.

“Mix in small circles so you’re able to get everything.” He told you with his left hand still at your waist, he was able to mix everything together with ease. “Thank you.” you said softly, you felt yourself start to throb down there again as he pressed hisself against you more. You didn’t know if it was on purpose so you didn’t bother with saying anything. “Did your mother teach you how to cook?” you asked him and he shook his head. “No. I taught myself because I wanted to make food my way instead of hers. It wasn’t nasty or anything, just not what i wanted.” He stated firmly as he started up the grease to fry them in. Sounds like him. You stood next to him, “I still hate you.” He said and you looked up at him, “I hate you too. Trust me, the way i feel about you hasn’t changed.”

He tried to move you out of the way but you removed yourself from his grip, hitting him in his arm. He grabbed you by your hair, pulling your head back and bringing his lips to your ear, “Keep your fucking hands to yourself.”He warned letting go of your hair harshly, you stood there in aw of what he just had done. There’s no way you were just gonna let him get away with that but what could you possibly do to him?

He walked away from you telling you to watch the grease, he just violated you and you stood there and let it happen. He’s so...so fucking annoying.

...

It was getting late, everybody had wined down. The music was turned off and the movie was on. You and Bakugo hadn’t talked since he did what he did, you decided to avoid him for the night, being in his presence irritated you. He had been so strict on everything tonight as if this was his house when it wasn’t. He told everyone that he didn’t wanna sleep on the couch or ground so he slept in one of the rooms upstairs. Popcorn was everywhere and now it was just a bunch of adults, sleeping wildly across the floors and couches.

You looked around softly laughing at everyone’s positions. Asui was sleep in the recliner, she was cute when she slept. Denki was on the other couch by himself with his feet hanging off the edge and slob coming down his cheek. Mina and Kirishima were on the ground, the 2 of them had been the most tired since they had been play fighting each other all day. Minas foot was in his mouth and kirishimas was in hers. you tried your hardest not to let out an ugly laugh, Yaoyorozu had left, telling us that she had family problems but you all knew she didn’t, she just hated sleeping anywhere that was not her bed. Todorokis head was in your lap, he stayed still when he slept. You got along with Todoroki the most, he was very observant. He tried telling you that Bakugou has been wanting to have sex with you since you came to the university and you almost slapped him for saying that, you knew it was a lie and he was just saying stuff. After that, he laid his head on your thighs asking if you had ever considered being a pillow. at that point you knew that it was time for him to get rest and he soon fell asleep.

Nobody but you had watched the movie all the way through, you had been watching this movie called hansle and grettle. It was very scary but confused you in the end a bit. You removed Todorokis head from your lap, gently placing it on the couch. You slid to the refrigerator, opening it, grabbing the picture of water. You grabbed a wooden cup from the cabinet placing it on the counter and poured the water inside it.

“Why are you up?” You heard a deep, raspy voice say. You jumped in surprise, spilling a little water on your shirt. You sighed turning around, seeing who had just scared the shit out of you. You were met with a wide awoke Bakugo, his hair was a bit messy and you couldn’t ignore the fact that he looked good. You turned back around, ignoring him. You were serious about ignoring him. You went on, drinking your water. “How long are you gonna keep up with this bull shit?” he asked you and you stood there silent, not answering him. You had been put on your satin pajamas after the games were over, bakugou had been upstairs the whole time you were here.

The satin pajamas barely fit but Mina insisted that you still wear them because you looked, “sexy”. Your thighs were all out, and the shirt fit like a crop top instead of a shirt, since your breast were big, the shirt raised up showing your underboob everytime you raised your arms above your head. You still had on your thigh length socks. You drunk the rest of your water, putting the cup in the sink. You placed the picture of water back in the refrigerator and You grabbed some paper towels going to wipe up the water you spilled.

You felt Bakugous presence behind you, “Move. I need a cup.” he told you and you stood there not listening to what he just told you to do. He purposely brushed his length against your ass, as he grabbed a cup, the same one as you. He went to the refrigerator, getting the picture of water, pouring it inside the cup he had. You watched him as he did so, his muscles were showing since he had on a black shirt and the black had fit him so well. Your eyes looked down, seeing his print through his grey sweatpants. It was huge, like big and you wondered how anybody could even take that inside them. Let alone get the tip in. Your eyes wandered to his hands, You had a hand kink and his hands fit into it. His fingers were neat, he had clear coat of polish on them. His fingernails were clipped to the perfect size. He took care of his hands. Veins popped out his hands slightly and his fingers were long. You found yourself getting moist as your mind wandered to how good his fingers would feel inside you.

His cup being sat down on the counter snapped you out of your fantasy. You looked back up to be met with his Vermillion eyes. He caught you staring, you hurriedly turned your head embarrassed. You hated yourself so much for this, for even thinking about such lewd things when it came to him. You hated him and him being so fucking perfect didn’t change that. You felt him behind you, this time his hands were at your waist. He positioned your hips, now your ass was rubbing against his cock. You took in a deep breath, restraining yourself from saying anything to him, “Its not nice to stare.” He told you in your ear as he moved your ass around his length. You stayed quiet, trying not to let a moan escape your lips. “Still giving me the silent treatment, are we?” His hand went across your bum, leaving a stinging sensation. You gasped, “C’mon y/n, say something before i go fucking crazy.” He told you as he played with the band of your shorts. You stayed quiet wanting to know what his crazy was. “You’re so god damn stubborn.” He said in your ear as you felt his hand press against your stomach, he began to place kisses on your shoulder and neck, feeling him sucking a little too hard, a small moan escaped your lips and you felt him smile against your skin, “I thought you hated me?”

You turned around to face him, “I-I hate you. Don’t ever for a second get to thinking that I don’t.” you told him as you pulled him closer towards you, crashing your lips against his, your small hands placed at his cheeks, loving how warm he was. He kissed back with more aggression, You tried to convince yourself that you didn’t like him but it was getting harder to believe as your body yearned for his touch and now the need to feel his hands all over you grew. He pulled back and tilted his head, “finally ready to fucking talk? i’ve got a lot to say darling.” he said as his hands squeeze your waist, you looked him in his eyes, scared of this eye contact but loving how beautiful his eyes were. “Like what?” you asked. His large hands traveled down to your ass, kneading it almost. “I hate you. hate you so fucking much but...” he continued to kiss you along your neck. “but i only hate you because i want you.” he stated in between kisses, “Nobody has ever made me want them,” his hands found there way to your breast, his large hands squeezing them, “but — god dammit— i’ve been wanting you ever since you walked onto that track field,” his hands were soon replaced by his mouth, your shirt now raised and your breast being sucked on, as if he was a baby, your moans were low and quiet. His eyes, looking up at you as he did so, watching you as you struggled to keep your moans to yourself.

Your back arched a little, and he brung his lips back up to yours. Everything was so heated and out of control but you liked it, so much pent up anger had led to this and fuck, it was good. His hands tugging at the hem of your satin shorts, wanting to touch something more private. Your breathing became heavy and you realized how far you and him were willing to take this. He pulled his ring off of his fingers, placing them on yours, “Can’t have them on while i finger fuck you so I want you to wear it.” He stated and you nodded your head. His hands found themselves inside your shorts and he dragged his middle finger between your pussy lips, “Someone you hate shouldn’t make you this wet darling.” He stated and the feeling of his thumb brushing against your throbbing clit made you moan almost too loudly. He smirked, already knowing this was the sensitive spot. He started to rub it faster and your lips parted as you held onto his arm. He knew how crazy this was driving you because with each circular motion, your pussy got wetter and wetter.

His two middle fingers pressed at your entrance as he brushed his thumb against your now swollen clit. You wanted this, needed it almost as he teased you. “Bakugo. I-I need you to...” you pleaded softly. “Need me to what. It’s not that fucking hard to say. C’mon.” you looked him in the eyes, he looked at you, “I need your permission. Tell me what the fuck you want y/n.” He spat out and your eyes fluttered at how he made wanting permission seem so aggressive but at the same turn a huge turn on, “I-I want your fingers inside of me.” You moaned, and he smiled shoving his fingers knuckle deep inside of you and you placed your hand over your mouth, letting out a muffled moan. “Wasn’t that hard to say, was it?” He asked as he brung his fingers in and out of you, your fingers digging into his forearms, as quiet moans left your mouth repeatedly. He kept eye contact with you the whole time, making sure he saw how pretty your face looked when you moaned just for him. He started going faster and your brown pupils dilated, “I-I’m about to cum.” You whispered loud enough for him to hear but soft enough so that the others wouldn’t. “Shhh...cant let the others hear you now can we?” He asked and you shook your head no as his fingers grazed against your walls at a rapid pace.

Your legs got weak as his fingers bent up inside you when he reached your spot. His name was moaned loudly from your lips, followed by him removing his hands from out of you and bringing them to his lips, tasting the juices from your pussy on his fingers. he looked at you before placing his fingers deep down your throat. He pulled them out, wiping his fingers on your cheek, “I need a taste.” He stated and you shook your head no, “That’s too far. They’ll hear us.” You stated looking over into the living room. Bakugo grabbed your chin, making you face him, he kissed you again, this time more passionate and slow but still rough, he bit your bottom lip, pulling it. “They won’t hear if you stay quiet. This is all on you.” He replied and you stayed quiet as you felt his hands grab you and turned you against the island top counter , this was closer to the living room, too close almost. The couch was almost right in front of you, only the other side of the table in the way and you could see Todoroki sleeping along with the others.

Bakugou didn’t care and acted as if they were not there. He made you bend over a little and he pulled off your panties, your juices now not having anything to soak through at all. He rubbed your ass roughly before you felt him go down, “so fucking pretty.” He said underneath his breath before you felt his tongue glide between your folds, a groan found it’s way out of your mouth. He started to use his whole mouth, making sure he tasted every part of your pussy. Quiet moans and whimpers leaving your mouth everytime he sucked at your clit, making it even more swollen. He lifted your leg across the counter, his tongue finding its way back to your clit, licking it repeatedly. You never had felt this before, this was something new to you coming from Bakugou. You knew he was experienced but not this much. His mouth pleased you as his hands gripped your ass so he could get a clear view of your pussy. His tongue found itself pressing against your entrance and you moaned louder than expected, he slapped your ass, “Be quiet.” He lowly growled and you gasped as he went back to move his tongue in and out of you, “Bakugo...I’m about to-

“No you’re not.” He stated and you looked back at him confused, he continued to eat you, “I-I can’t...” you breathe out, “Hold it. I want to see your pretty face when you cum, I need to taste everything.” He told you as he turned you around and placed you on the counter. His hand pressed at your pelvic area. He placed 3 fingers inside of you, knuckles deep and your eyes went wide as your back arched. You couldn’t go much longer. You lost it when his lips sucked at your puffy clit. His wrist, thrusting his fingers in and out of you fast and rough at a uncontrollable pace at the same time. Your hands found themselves gripping his hair and he looked up at you, seeing sweat drip down from your face and your curls all messy now, this sight made his cock throb and want to have himself inside of you even more but he just couldn’t get enough of your taste. You looked down at him and you could feel yourself reach your climax, your started to tremble underneath his touch and a foreign liquid came out of your body as you let out a series of loud moans, not caring if you had awoken anyone. Bakugo licked up every juice through a sly smile. He looked up at you, “You didn’t tell me you were a squirter.” He said pulling your panties back over your pussy, kissing your inner thigh gently before going up to kiss you and you tasted yourself on his lips.

When you pulled away from him and looked down at his print, he was really on hard now. You wondered if he’d be willing to take it that far but you didn’t just wanna leave him hanging. You looked up at him, “I...I” you tried to find words but nothing would come out and he placed the palm of his hand on your small cheek, “I don’t need anything in return. Tasting you was more for me than it was for you.” He stated and you played with your fingers, “Are you sure?” You asked and he nodded his head at the living room, you turned around to see Todoroki starting to wake up, “I don’t think you’d keep quiet if i fucked you right here but I’m sure this was enough for you to control that smart mouth of yours when you’re around me.” He stated. “Bakugo-

“I wanted a taste and I got what I came here for. See you at practice.” He said in your ear, making you realize how much you still hated him, “I still don’t like you.” You told him and he chuckled deeply sending chills throughout your body, “Are you trying to tell me or yourself?” He responded and your cheeks heated up and you got quiet. You watched him as he walked back upstairs, you could’ve sworn you saw him wiping your remaining juices off corners of his mouth with his thumb and sucking it off as he left you. realizing what he asked you. You put back on your shorts and you watched as Todoroki got up and came into the kitchen sleepily. “Why are you up?” He asked as He came around to you half asleep. he was about to step into the puddle of your juices on the floor. “Todoroki don’t-

He stepped into it, getting his sock wet, “Who the fuck spilled water and didn’t get it up?” He asked and you acted as if you didn’t know, knowing that the mess came from you, “I-I don’t know but I’ll get it up.” You said softly, realizing that Bakugo didn’t take his rings back and that you’d have to give them back in the morning.

#bakugou smut #mha smut #bakugou imagine #bakugou x y/n #bakugou katsuki #bakugo x black reader #bakugo x reader

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bellakitse · 3 years

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Nothing ever stays the same

Farmer's Market redux.

A few days after running into his parents at the farmer's market, Carlos and TK run into them again. This time Carlos tells them who TK really is to him.

Spoilers for 2.04

They give the farmer’s market another try. TK suggests it since they didn’t get a chance to explore all of it the last time. Carlos agrees, even though he’s a little tentative about it.

TK swears up and down they’re okay and spends the rest of the week at his place. Carlos thinks it’s both to reassure him they’re fine and because Owen and Gwyneth are acting weirder than ever around everyone.

“They’re both jumpy as hell and secretive,” TK mentions as they walk around the market hand in hand, stopping here and there at different stalls. He smiles sweetly at the old lady that offers him to try one of her organic strawberries. Carlos watches him as he bites into it, smiling as TK’s smile grows at the taste. He opens his mouth when TK turns to him, offering him a piece, and nods when he asks if they should get a pound of the berries.

“What do you think is up with them?” he asks curiously after paying the woman.

“Oh god, who even knows with those two,” TK answers with exasperated fondness. It’s a familiar tone for TK when talking about his parents and their weird relationship. “I rather not speculate, to be honest. I don’t need any more parental trauma,” he says with a dry smile that says he’s only half-joking.

Carlos lets out a sympathetic sound before touching his shoulder, tugging him gently towards him. He’s relieved when TK comes into his space without hesitation. Even though TK has repeatedly told him everything is okay between them and understands his situation, Carlos can’t help but be unsure. He knows he really hurt TK just a few days ago in this very place, and the thought has been plaguing him since. He can’t stop thinking of when they first began and how TK’s reluctance to define them hurt him. But back then, they weren’t in love. If TK denied them now, he’d be heartbroken.

It kills Carlos that he did that, allowing his fears to take over, hurting the man he loves.

“Hey,” TK questions quietly, his green eyes soft and loving. “Where did you go? You were a million miles away just now.”

He shakes his head and forces a smile on his face hoping it’s enough to distract TK. The sad, knowing look on TK’s face tells Carlos it isn’t. He winces at the loud sigh he lets out.

TK reaches out, touching his thumb to his brow, smoothing it over, and Carlos can’t help a sound of his own at the gentle touch. He closes his eyes as TK leans in, pressing his lips to his temple as he hugs Carlos to his side.

“Stop feeling guilty already,” he murmurs against his skin, huffing out a dry laugh when Carlos tries to deny it. He gives Carlos a look as he pulls back. “It’s like you think I can’t read you like a book by now. I see every worried look you send my way. It looks like you’ve had a stomach ache for days now, enough, baby,” TK lightly scolds him, his affection for him shining through it. “We’re moving past it, okay?” he finishes in a serious tone.

Carlos looks at him and finds nothing hidden behind his eyes he doesn’t mean. He opens his mouth to say yes, that he’ll listen this time and move on from their fight when he stops short, the reason for their argument standing by the cheese stall a few feet away from them. “You gotta be kidding me,” he whispers, honestly shocked at the chances. Since when do his parents visit the farmer’s market so damn much?

TK turns his neck to follow his line of sight; he tenses against him when he finds what he’s looking at. “Damn, what are the odds,” he says under his breath. He turns back towards him with a smile so forced on his face, Carlos thinks he actually hears his heart break from seeing it. “I’m going to take a walk around the corner before they see me. You go say hi.”

TK takes a step away from him without waiting for an answer, and Carlos realizes he’s serious; he’s really willing to hide to make sure he’s comfortable. Carlos has never loved and hurt more for someone in his life. He sticks out his hand, taking TK’s before he can take another step away from him.

“No,” he says softly but firm even as his heart pounds like a jackrabbit against his ribcage as he comes to a decision. He’s scared, he can hear his pulse roaring in his ears, but he refuses to let TK feel like he did days ago; he won’t let them go through that again. “No,” he repeats once more as he gives TK’s hand a squeeze. “Nothing ever stays the same,” he reminds him of his comment from the other night, getting a quirk of TK’s lips in return. “And I don’t want it to.”

TK’s eyes widen as he gets his meaning; they stray to Carlos’ parents. They still haven’t noticed them but probably will in a matter of seconds. “Are you sure?” he asks, concerned. “This doesn’t have to happen now, I meant what I said.”

“I know,” Carlos cuts him off, knowing TK has been nothing but sincere since their talk. TK is more than willing to let him set the pace to this, and Carlos couldn’t possibly love him more for it, which is why he can’t hide him from the people he loves. “Come on,” he whispers, tugging on his hand as he starts to walk towards his parents. He feels TK give it a squeeze of his own.

“Mami, Dad,” he calls out to them, getting surprised smiles in return as they turn towards him.

“Carlitos!” his mother says happily, as his dad lets out a chuckle.

“Twice in one week at the same place,” he says with a grin. “Is the farmer’s market where first responders hang out these days? In my days, we’d just hit a bar,” he teases.

Carlos tries to smile at the joke, but his focus is on his mom, who has quickly zeroed in on his and TK’s clasped hands. She looks up at him with wide, surprised eyes.

She stares at him for a moment more, understanding entering her brown eyes. “Oh,” she says softly.

“Yeah,” he whispers back with his heart in his throat. “Mami, Dad – this is TK,” he says before looking back at him, not at all surprised at the love and support he finds in his gaze. “He’s my boyfriend, and the man I’m madly in love with.”

He turns back to them, finding their attention on him, though they both stray a look at TK once more. “I lied the other day because I was scared,” he tells them, answering their silent question. “You guys and I don’t talk about me being gay, and for years that has worked out fine,” he says, holding up a hand when his father opens his mouth to speak. “I know you guys love and accept me, but it’s been easier all these years to just ignore the elephant in the room because there was never anyone that really mattered to me.”

Carlos turns to look at TK once more, smiling at him as his heartbeat settles into a peaceful rhythm. He knows, no matter what happens next, everything will be fine because he has TK.

“That’s changed now,” he finishes knowing how true it is.

There is silence between the four of them for a moment before his father clears his throat. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, TK,” he says with a small but sincere smile.

“Yes,” his mother follows gently. “Very nice to meet you.”

TK swallows first before giving them a smile of his own; it’s nervous at the edges but beautiful. “It’s very nice to meet you too.”

His mother smiles at TK the same smile she usually reserves for him, it’s welcoming and kind, and it loosens the tension in Carlos’ shoulders. Proving she misses nothing, she instantly catches it, her expression changing once more as she looks back at him.

“You were scared to tell us about your relationship,” she comments quietly, looking sad when he gives her a shaky nod. “Oh, Carlitos,” she lets out a sigh before taking a step towards him.

Carlos swallows hard as she looks up at him, holding his breath when she reaches out, touching his cheek. “Tu sabes que te amamos, no importar qué, si? Siempre mijo, we love you,” she says sternly with tears in her eyes.

Carlos looks over at his dad, who looks affected by her words too. “Listen to her, son,” he says gruffly. “Your mother is always right.”

“That’s right,” his mother answers smugly, as she gives him a watery smile. She pats his cheek lovingly before she looks over at TK again.

“You have a kind face,” she tells him, chuckling when TK blushes a bit. “Sweet boy,” she grins. “I can’t wait to get to know you better.”

“Maybe Carlos can bring him to Tia Lucy’s,” his father suggests suddenly, and Carlos lets out a startled laugh at the way his mother lights up.

“Yes,” she says enthusiastically. “Oh, you have to, Carlitos. You know how Tia Lucy loves pretty boys. She’ll adore him.”

“I would love to take him,” he says after clearing his throat, still a little shell-shocked at the turn of events. “That is if TK is okay with it.”

TK nods quickly as a bright smile takes over his face, and Carlos has to hide his own as his mother’s eyes widen in response; he understands her reaction perfectly. It’s taken months to not be completely overwhelmed by TK’s beauty.

“Okay, then,” his father says with a clap of his hands. “That’s settled then, we’ll see you both on Sunday. TK – “ he continues as he holds out his hand to him. “It was nice to officially meet you. You’re okay for a firefighter.”

“Thank you, sir,” TK chuckles as he shakes his hand.

Carlos is pulled into a hug by his mother and then his father, both of them squeezing him tight. His mother surprises both him and TK by pulling him into his own hug. She whispers something into his ear that causes TK to smile again as he nods at her.

They watch them leave, rounding the corner before TK turns to him with the gentlest smile he’s ever seen.

“I’m so proud of you,” he whispers, wrapping his arms around him before the first tear falls down Carlos’ face.

He shakes, but TK just holds him tighter, running his hands up and down his back. Whispering that he’s there, and he has him until Carlos can take a steady breath. When he pulls back to look at him again, TK is ready, wiping the tears off his cheeks.

“What did my mother say to you?” he asks, holding his breath at the bright smile TK gives him.

“She thanked me for loving you,” he tells him, causing Carlos to swallow around another lump of emotion forming in his throat.

“She’s right,” he whispers as he leans in, pressing his forehead against TK’s. They stay like that, blind to the world around them. Right now, there is nothing but TK and his love in Carlos’ world. “Thank you for loving me.”

TK closes his eyes, his adoring smile firmly in place. “Loving you, Carlos, is the easiest thing I have ever done.”

translation for what Carlos' mother says to him: You know we love you, no matter what, right? Always, son

#911 lone star #tarlos #911 lone star fic #tarlos fic #tk x carlos #my writing

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izaswritings · 3 years

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Title: who we are in the aftermath

Fandom: The Owl House

Synopsis: Belos falls and the Golden Guard survives. It’s a new world and a new day, and sooner or later Hunter has to figure out where he fits in it.

Or: in which Hunter stays at the Owl House, becomes a (very, very reluctant) apprentice, continues to have accidental sibling shenanigans with the annoying human, and finally finds a place where he belongs. Probably.

AO3 link is here.

[Next chapter is here!]

chapter one: battling birds

They give him a room near the east side of the house, stuffed full of broken things and a miscellaneous number of random items. It’s not the human’s old room, and not Lilith’s, either—there’s too much dust and too much stuff for either option. Hunter can’t tell if he’s grateful for this or not. He’s still deciding on whether he’s grateful for the room at all.

There’s no time to set up a bed. He spends his first night here on a blanket, restless and half-awake and lying so still he’s half-convinced he’s shaking from the strain of not moving at all, not making a single sound. He can practically taste the dust on every inhale—does the Owl Lady ever clean, Titan help him—and by some godawful midnight hour Hunter gives up on sleep entirely and sits up, carefully, to whisper to his palisman.

Nothing important. None of the real questions that are swirling around in his head, like what am I even doing here and why am I still here and what am I supposed to do now, do you know? Instead he just says nonsense things, useless things, like “If I shine a flashlight in that little demon’s face do you think I could get him to chase the dot?”

The palisman coos and chirps and sings nonsense back. Red is a pretty color. I like tulips. If we iced over the Boiling Sea could we make human rain?

“None of those answers make sense,” Hunter tells it, and then writes a small note about the sea and rain connection on the dusty floor, if only because that’s actually kind of interesting and he wants to check it out again later.

Red tulips are tasty, replies the palisman, and nuzzles his fingers when he goes to pet it. Its feathers are soft and its eyes are luminous in the moonlight. Nonsense, all of it, but the nonsense helps—familiar as a friend, safe and easy. Better than thinking of Belos. Better than wondering what he’s doing here, sleeping on the floor in the Owl Lady’s house.

The human has left. He could walk out right now and she’d never know, not that her disappointment has any bearing on if he chooses to stay or go. She’s vanished back to the human world, probably gone forever. This house means nothing to Hunter—the Owl Lady is annoying and dislikes him about as much as Hunter dislikes her, and as endearing as the weird little demon is, that isn’t enough to make Hunter want to stay.

He could leave easily. He could go anywhere. He has nowhere to go.

“I don’t know what to do,” Hunter tells the palisman, at last, hours later. It is almost morning. The sunrise has only just begun, the peace of this dusty attic room wavering thin and fragile in the light of early dawn. It is a quiet admission. He says it very soft. “I don’t know if I know anything.”

I love you, says the palisman.

“That’s not an answer either.”

Oh, well.

Twenty minutes later, the Owl Lady’s weird bird-worm security creature bursts through the window and sings good morning loud enough to shatter eardrums. Hunter grabs his staff, throws a blast at the thing on instinct, teleports to the kitchen in a panic, and smacks the Owl Lady in the face with his palisman first thing in the morning.

The easy explanation is this: the castle falls and Belos dies and the Golden Guard somehow survives it all: portal collapse and half-realm merge and everything, which means when the dust settles, ultimately Hunter is left with absolutely no idea of what to do with himself.

“You should work with Eda!” says the human, in the aftermath. Given she says this in the ruin of what was once the Emperor’s castle, barely a half hour after—everything—Hunter feels pretty justified in his response. Which is to say he strangles his broken mechanical staff in his hands, takes a deep breath, and says in a very tight voice: “No.”

“But—!”

“No. No, no, no. I can’t even believe I did this, I don’t… it’s not happening. No.”

The human—he does actually know her name by now, after all they’ve been through, but also given all of This Nonsense she has lost name privileges—does not take that well. Of course she doesn’t. She’s so fourteen it makes Hunter want to die inside.

“Why not?” the human says, petulant. She has her hands on her hips and everything.

Hunter is kneeling in the rubble of a castle he’s called home for almost all his life. Somewhere down there is the throne where Belos used to sit; somewhere down there is a body. It’s not a surprise, really. It’s not a shock. From the moment the palisman fluttered into his life and Hunter let it stay, he always knew, deep down, that one day he was going to have to choose.

It does not make breathing any easier. “I don’t want to,” he says.

“You can learn wild magic! And, and glyphs! Eda knows a lot—”

“Does the Owl Lady know you’re offering up her house to an old enemy?”

“Eda won’t mind. Well, okay, maybe she’ll mind a little, but— she’ll let you stay if I ask her!” Yeah. The Owl Lady probably would. The human has that witch wrapped around her little finger; Hunter almost snorts. “Please, just hear me out. I’m sure we can—”

“No.”

“Hunter…”

“Don’t talk like we’re friends,” Hunter hisses. He drops the broken remains of the mechanical staff and stands, his hands curled to fists. “Don’t talk like you know me. You don’t know anything. You don’t—” He can’t breathe. He drops back to his knees in the rubble and rubs a hand over his eyes. “Just stop. Please.”

The human doesn’t say anything for a long time. On his shoulder, the palisman, thus far staying silent, flutters its wings and hops down to his knee, nudging his hand with its beak. It sings nothing. Just stays there.

After a moment, the human kneels next to him. There is blood on her face and dirt staining her leggings. “I know,” she says, and she suddenly sounds very tired. “I’m sorry.”

Hunter doesn’t say anything.

“I just—” the human starts, and then she stops. “I don’t know how else to help you.”

She looks small and weirdly sad, which makes no sense at all, because she hated Belos and never really understood why Hunter did not. (Hunter is not sure why either. If that is still something he can say. If you can betray your uncle and fight against your uncle and—and— and do these things, do everything Hunter has done, and still say that this feeling isn’t hatred.)

They aren’t friends, Hunter and the human. They have barely been allies. He doesn’t need her help, and she probably knows that as well as he does. But Hunter looks at her then, and despite the rubble and the ash and the blood on his tongue, for some reason instead of digging himself a makeshift grave he says—

“…Okay.”

Which still doesn’t really explain anything, but then, that’s just how it goes.

“Okay!” says the Owl Lady, smacking down her second cup of apple blood on the table. She does it too hard—a good splash of blood escapes the confines of the cup and adds yet another stain to her already-stained dining table. Hunter raises an eyebrow. The Owl Lady glares back. “House rules.”

There’s a red mark on her cheek, still, from where Hunter had hit her with his staff, and a stain all down her side from when, upon being hit with the staff, the Owl Lady spluttered and cursed and accidentally spilt the first cup of apple blood all over herself and the floor. She looks… barely awake.

“House rules,” Hunter echoes, dryly.

“Your scorn is noted and not appreciated.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” His palisman pecks his hand lightly. “Ow.”

“Luz, you owe me one,” mutters the Owl Lady, and takes a really deep drink of her apple blood. Hunter rubs at his hand, peeved, and eyes the palisman in case it gets any more hand-pecking ideas. The palisman blinks innocently back. Hmm.

“So. First of all.” The Owl Lady raises a finger. “Break any of my stuff and I end you.”

So just like the castle, then. Hunter sees where this is going. He settles gingerly back against the chair—why, why is all of her furniture stained—and rests his cheek against one fist, already bored. “Noted.”

The Owl Lady puts up a second finger. There’s a long silence.

“…Seriously?” says Hunter.

“Quiet, you.” She snaps her fingers. “Hah! Got one! Hurt King or Luz or Hooty or anyone I like in any way and I’ll destroy you. Yeah, that works.”

Hunter gets the sneaking suspicion these house rules are being made up on the spot, and are also only for him. He knows better than to say that aloud. “Fine.” Wait. “How am I supposed to know which random people you like or dislike?”

The Owl Lady grins. Her gold fang glints. “That sounds like a you problem, don’t you think?” She cackles a little. “Guess you’ll just have to find out! Or, you know. Maybe don’t attack anyone? That’s a start.”

Her owl palisman coos a little. Her nose wrinkles. “What? What do you mean that’s hypocritical? Stay out of this, Owlbert, I’m teaching life lessons or something.” Her eyes turn to him. “Anyway. You get the gist.”

Hunter’s hand is curled white-knuckled around his knee. His palisman flutters from the table to his shoulder, singing nonsense again. Red tulips, so tasty. Its feathers brush against his cheek.

He pries his grip off his knee one finger at a time. “…Understood.”

“Good.” The Owl Lady stands and stretches, yawning wide into one hand. “Anyway, I’ll give you a pass for this morning, because Hooty can be…” She trails off. Outside, muffled by the front door, the bird-worm creature shouts “HOOT” at full volume and then smacks into a tree.

“…a lot,” decides the Owl Lady. “But seriously, keep the windows locked. I don’t want you trying to blast him and burning my house down. I just got it back.”

Hunter says nothing. The Owl Lady squints at him and then picks her mug back up. “Riiiight… well, good talk, I guess. Get some more sleep, kid, you look worse than Luz after an all-nighter.” She waits. Hunter raises an eyebrow at her. “Ugh. I don’t know why I agreed to this.”

At least Hunter isn’t the only one second-guessing everything. Still, that reminds him. “The human.”

“Luz,” says the Owl Lady, unimpressed.

“Yeah, whatever.” He links his fingers. The palisman flies down from his shoulder to his cupped hands, and hops a determined circle in his palm for no apparent reason. Hunter watches it play. “…Is she coming back?”

“What, tired of our company already?”

“Yes,” Hunter says, because obviously.

“Rude. Well, can’t say the feeling isn’t mutual.” There’s a long silence. The Owl Lady sighs. “Luz… she promised she’d come back. You were there, weren’t you?”

Yeah, he had been. Standing in the back of the group, on the fringes of the goodbye. Two hours after the end, and the human had already roped the Owl Lady into letting Hunter live in her stupid owl house, and also somehow run around hugging pretty much everyone. And then she’d stepped through the mirrors that were all that remained of the realm-merge between her world and theirs, and not come back since.

She had, indeed, promised to return. But that was hours ago; that was yesterday. The mirrors are gone and no doors remain. And Hunter does not put much faith in promises.

“And when,” he asks the Owl Lady, a little lofty, a little snide. “When, exactly, do you think she’s coming back?”

The Owl Lady’s eyes narrow. Her lips press thin. For a moment he thinks she might snap at him, but then her shoulders slump, and in the end she just looks away.

“I don’t know,” the Owl Lady admits.

Useless, Hunter thinks. But he doesn’t say it. Just nods and turns away to head back upstairs and make that stupid dusty storage room somewhat presentable, because if he’s going to be staying here for—for—for whatever amount of time he ends up staying here, he’s going to breathe actual air instead of dust, thanks.

“Remember, kid! House rules!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Hunter says, and teleports back up the stairs without a single glance back.

Hunter manages to shove all the junk into one corner and make the start of a fairly presentable bed in the other corner by the time the human re-arrives in the Boiling Isles and throws open his door hard enough to smack it against the wall.

“You took my advice!” shouts the human, at the top of her lungs.

“Hiiiiii,” says Hunter, hands over his ears. The human takes a deep breath. Hunter closes the door in her face. “Byeeee.”

“Hey!”

“Why are you yelling.”

“I can’t believe you’re here!”

It’s just nonsensical enough to get him to open the door. Why does this always happen to him? Why is the human like this? “You said I should come here! You said—”

“Psh,” says the human and flaps a hand in his face. Hunter stops mid-word, gritting his teeth, practically feeling his whole face turn bright red with rage. “I didn’t mean it in a bad way! I just— I didn’t think you would actually listen! But you’re here!” She’s beaming. Hunter looks away. Her smile fades. “…Are you okay?”

He can’t sleep. His eyes are hot and burning like he wants to cry and he has no idea why. His uncle is dead.

“No,” he tells her. “No one in this house dusts. I’ve forgotten what air tastes like.”

“Psh-haw! I’m sure it's not that…” The human steps inside, inhales, and chokes. “Oh. Ay Dios mío. Wow, this room has not been dusted.”

“I noticed!”

“Oh, man.” She hides her nose in her elbow and sidles outside again. She’s wearing her weird human clothes and her palisman staff strapped to her back. She looks tired, and a little like she has no idea what she’s doing here either. She lingers in the door almost awkwardly, rolling back and forth from her heels to her toes.

Hunter watches her for a long moment. “You came back.”

“Haha. What gave it away?” But the smile she gives is small and blinding, brighter than the sun. “Watch this.”

“Watch wha—” The human lifts her hand and trails it through the air, dragging her fingers down in a straight line. Golden light follows her fingers. It breaks the air like a fractured mirror, a rift sparking to life in the hallway, the dark greens and blues of a galaxy intertwined with a burning glow. Hunter’s voice dies in his throat.

“If I push at it, it opens. Like a door. It leads me right home.” She’s smiling so wide it must hurt. The portal almost seems to whisper; the golden glow of the rift shines in her eyes and catches on her face, still tear-streaked. The human’s cried over this. She’s right to. The human world and the Boiling Isles—she has found a way to keep both.

Presumably he thinks he should be jealous. Instead he finds himself smiling too. “I’m glad,” Hunter tells her. “That’s… pretty cool.”

“Right!?” She bounces on her heels and waves a hand through the rift, dismissing it into nothing. “I can’t wait to show Amity. And Eda. And King. And you! The human world is—it’s amazing. The rain doesn’t kill you even a little bit!”

It takes sudden effort to keep up the smile. “…I’ve heard.”

“Anyway, I just came by to say hi. Eda said you were here, and—” She stops, visibly hesitating. Her head lowers. “I know… I know this must be hard. And that we aren’t really friends. But… if you need anyone to talk to… I’m here.” She peeks up her head a little, grinning. “After all, we’re house buddies now!”

“Human,” Hunter says. Her nose wrinkles. He sighs. “Luz.”

“Yeah?”

There’s so much he could say that for a moment he has no idea where to start. Why did you think this was a good idea. Please stop talking. Why are you so insistent that we could be friends. I didn’t say I was staying here for long. I’m very tired. You’re bizarrely forgiving. My uncle is dead because of you.

“…Thanks,” he says. “And— I’m sorry.”

Luz blinks at him. Then she grins. “Noooo problem, ol’ buddy ol’ pal!”

Hunter shoves her stupid smiling face away and closes the door on her toes. Luz yelps and swears and kicks at the door, and yells rude things in that other human language of hers. “Byeeeee,” Hunter says, and behind the closed door, Luz makes a muffled noise of rage and shouts, “Would you stop saying that!?”

And it doesn’t make things better but it doesn’t make things any worse, either, and when Hunter turns away he is almost smiling—so maybe it’s okay.

The sun sets. The dusty room has been aired out to its best ability, and Hunter has made a somewhat functional and comfy-looking bed in the corner. A sticky note with the boiling sea + ice = human rain idea has been ceremoniously pinned to the empty wall space. In addition to the sticky notes, Luz has donated his “sad, bad boy room” what looks to be a dying houseplant. Hunter suspects she gave it to him purely because she has despaired of trying to keep it alive herself.

He puts the plant on the windowsill. The palisman apparently loves it. Maybe he should find red tulips for it to eat. Whatever a red tulip is.

He settles next to the palisman on the windowsill, and strokes its head with his finger. He feels strangled and small and the sunset looks alien to him. Everything has changed. Everything is over. He is a powerless witch with a wild magic staff, and he will never be the Golden Guard again.

His eyes burn. He blinks fast. Far down below, he can hear the Owl Lady and Luz arguing over dinner.

“I still don’t know what I’m doing here,” Hunter tells the palisman. The sunset makes all the trees look shadow-like and sharp, outlined in red. It reminds him of his palisman, a little bit. “I don’t even like these people. What do you think? Is it too late to head back and dig myself a grave in the rubble?”

I’m happy I know you, chirps the palisman. It hops from the dying houseplant to the top of his head. I love you, I love you.

His throat feels tight. “…That still isn’t a real answer.”

I want apple blood for breakfast tomorrow. The palisman nibbles at his hair. It looks tasty.

He’s quiet for a long moment. Then he closes his eyes. “Okay. If— if you say so.”

The sun is setting, and the light is warm on his face. The Boiling Isles feels, for once, almost something like peaceful. It probably won’t last.

“We’ll stay.”

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