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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 2 years

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1/2 K, so, Dumbledore. I've read your posts about him and honestly: yes. But also, people often blame everything wrong in Wizarding Britain on Dumbledore like damn, even if this guy was Satan, he wouldn't manage that much? And especially when they reddeem Tom Riddle / Bellatrix Lestrange in the same fic, like holy shit guys. He is one person? And he doesn't go around causing direct harm to anyone [with obvious exceptions]?

2/2 The bullshit Dursleys did to Harry (unless he made them), he is only partially responsible for, and the grade depends on how much you place on action vs inaction. Sure, this guy is bad at this job. But. How would you like it if everything wrong with your society would be blamed on what you did / did not do. Hell. I know you don't go deep into Dumbledore's psyche in your fics but you do write meta.) So, any thoughts on how to balance this thing?

Anon’s referring to my many thoughts on Albus Dumbledore.

I mean, I’m not sure I’m the one to ask, I obviously fall more on the Manipulative Dumbledore side of the house.

But I do definitely see what you mean in that we get fics where... it’s always one side or the other is the paragon of virtue while the other is Literally Satan.

I don’t, for example, think Dumbledore ever stole Harry’s money, ever bribed Harry’s classmates to be friends with him, ever obliviated him or performed any mental manipulations via magic, etc.

Down that path lies ridiculousness.

On the other hand, I won’t say that it’s just a case of Dumbledore being bad at his job.

The man has too many sources of information for that. He could, in theory, be oblivious about the Dursleys except he’s dropped a disturbing number of hints throughout the series and Snape is witness to much of it in Harry’s head which we can strongly guess is reported back to Dumbledore.

What Dumbledore did do was this though: he knew that Harry would have to die and he set him up to kill himself. I suppose you could argue that the horcrux memories weren’t sessions to groom Harry to suicide, though I disagree, but we do see the cold hard scene where Snape relays the memory where he point blank says that Harry must die.

This is so that Harry in the present knows he must now kill himself.

And yes, if you’re.. very narrow minded of how this war must end, then perhaps it was the only way. If the only acceptable outcome is the death of Voldemort, then Harry Potter must die.

However, the Dumbledore we see say this is a cold man. There’s no hint of empathy in him in that moment, not even truly a hint of pity, and it is information he sits on since Harry was 12.

The reconciliation we get with Dumbledore in the train station is... forced and very likely not Dumbledore at all but what Harry needs to see in order to move on with his life and forgive what has happened to him. And given that no one has ever had the three hallows... the idea that Dumbledore knew those could resurrect Harry without the horcrux seems fishy to me.

Especially since the purpose we see the stone serve for Harry is to encourage his suicide when the moment is right. “I open at the close.”

Basically, Dumbledore is the type of bastard who uses children to his own ends ruthlessly and employs horrific tactics to do so.

I think what this comes down to is don’t ask me, because I am a very biased viewpoint here. I don’t think Dumbledore’s evil, per se, but I do think he is a very nasty dude.

There are a lot of people who can, and do, argue that Dumbledore is a very good and moral man who sometimes has to do unpleasant things or else isn’t actually responsible for whatever terrible thing happened.

I don’t blame him for everything wrong in the wizarding world, though. He, in fact, is a product of his society as much as any other character is.

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teenyweenynightghost · 3 years

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It will always be you

Author's note: *it will make sense later* yes, i ended up kinda naming Ethan's ex Viper. But you get it. Also if he has an ex in real life i obviously don't mean them

Word Count: 2.7 K (Woohoo my longest fic)

Pairing: Ethan X F!Reader

Warnings: Smutty at the end, mentions of insecurity and anxiety

Request: Requested by the lovely @laurahasanxiety. Thank you so much! <3

Summary: Ending up next to Ethan's ex was the last thing Y/n needed. Ethan just acts like a sweetheart and makes up for it.

Y/n was strolling through the busy streets of Rome, hand in hand with Ethan.

His soft, warm palm tightly held her, his talented fingers playing with her rings.

“Are you excited?” Y/n asked, breaking the silence.

“About the restaurant? Absolutely! I got a lot of recommendations to go there. And I am absolutely thrilled to be bringing you with me, amore.” He smirked at the last part, bringing her knuckles to his lips and kissing them.

“Oh you little flirt.” Y/n answered him cheekily, exaggerating a curtsy.

They walked for a while more, before the road narrowed, tall trees surrounding it.

The alley was lit by colorful fairy lights hanging on random branches here and there, and the ground was filled with rose petals and shiny rocks.

It looked straight out of a fairytale, and Y/n couldn’t help but smile contently at her surroundings.

“It looks lovely, doesn’t it?” Ethan pointed out, noticing her expression.

“It really is…” Y/n breathed out, glancing upwards at the clear sky.

“Welcome to Arma’s Cottage, how may I help you?” A bubbly voice spoke up.

The pair was welcomed by a short waitress, holding a few menus in her hand.

“We have a dinner reservation, under the name Torchio.” Ethan spoke, slightly bowing his head and smiling sweetly at the girl.

“Oh yes, of course! Please, follow me!”

They did as she instructed, and entered the whimsical cottage, passing a few tables before going outside again, in the backyard.

“Here is your table!” The waitress spoke, gesturing at it.

Y/n’s heart stopped beating when she saw exactly who was sitting next to them. It was Ethan’s ex. She wasn’t jealous, per se, but she always felt like the girl was better than her in every way. She never wanted to tell Ethan, thinking she would come off as toxic- but the thought of him going back to the girl freaked y/n out. As if on cue, the woman looked up and her face lit up seeing the two of them.

“Ethan! Y/n! Oh how long has it been!” She exclaimed, excitedly getting up and going in for a hug.

The first one she approached was Ethan, and Y/n watched in discomfort as she surrounded him fully, perhaps lingering for more than a few moments.

She came to Y/n afterwards and enveloped her in a hug too. She smelled like peonies and rainbows, and Y/n hated how good her hugs felt.

“Oh I’m so glad we’re sitting together! We haven’t talked in quite a while!”

“Yeah. It’s good to see you again.” Ethan muttered, doing his best to sound polite.

They started having small talk, while Y/n stood back, silently nodding and faking a few smiles.

They ordered their drinks, Y/n getting a fancy cocktail while Ethan got a lemonade, and they started looking at the food options.

Y/n’s gaze fell upon an Angus Burger with French Fries. She had heard that it was really good, and wanted to try it.

“You guys, I really recommend their Amalfi Salad! It’s amazing and barely has any calories!” Ethan’s ex told them, suddenly making Y/n feel very self-conscious. The girl looked like a model, barely even a gram of fat on her, while Y/n was… y/n.

She reddened at the comment and looked back at the menu, flipping to the salad page.

“No way. Y/n and I came here for the burgers and burgers specifically. No bullshit salad.” Ethan joked, having noticed Y/n’s mood shift.

She was incredibly thankful for the intervention and glad to have him as her boyfriend more than ever. Even If she now had an excuse, she couldn’t help but feel bad about her choice.

The bubbly waitress came by again, and they all ordered their food. While they waited for it to come, Y/n noticed that the little viper in front of her kept inching closer to Ethan. Touching him constantly, both intentionally and “accidentally”. She was so fucking done with it that all her energy was now reserved to abstaining herself from ripping her head off.

Once the food finally arrived, Y/n’s mouth fell open seeing the delicious meal waiting for her. She closed it on time right before it started watering and earned an amused smile from Ethan.

“This will take a while.” He muttered.

“I think we’re in heaven.” Y/n responded, her face still twisted in shock.

The first bite simply shook Y/n to the core. It’s texture was absolutely perfect and the bun was delicious.

“Omg!” Ethan exclaimed, mouth full, as Y/n nodded eagerly and continued to devour the burger.

They finished it in a few bites, and leaned against their chairs, trying to keep everything in.

“I’m gonna die.” Ethan groaned, squinting his eyes at Y/n.

“I’ll die happy, at least.” She mumbled, earning a chuckle from him.

“Oh, so the food was good? I personally could never eat that much. It would make me look fat.” The viper spoke again and Y/n’s blood started boiling at the same time as insecurities crashed over her.

“We’re special like that.” Ethan joked again, trying to lighten the mood. Y/n could see that he was growing irritated with her and only wanted to get out of here.

“How about we go for a walk after this? Just like old times?” She asked, resting a hand on Ethan’s shoulder.

“No thank you. You know how girlfriends can get after they get taken out on a date.” Y/n only half joked, sending the viper a mock knowing look.

The viper faked a laugh and looked Y/n up and down, as If she was wondering how Ethan could be attracted to someone like her.

A new wave of anxiety and shame covered Y/n again, at this point her eyes being brimmed with tears.

Ethan’s face was now twisted with anger, pissed at the way the viper was acting.

“That’s okay. We’ll get the check and leave.” He spoke, pulling away from her and signaling for the waitress to get them the check.

“Oh, but I hope there are no hard feelings! Just friendly banter, that’s it!” She spoke out again, a cruel look painted on her face.

“I think that’s enough from you.” Ethan answered her, looking away while Y/n sat uncomfortably across from them, trying to hide her body with her arms.

“Hm, I always liked what followed that.” She whispered, at which Ethan had had enough.

He got up abruptly, gently taking Y/n’s hand, leading them both to the exit. On his way out, he quickly payed the waitress before storming out.

“Amore, are you alright?” He asked y/n softly, concern written all over his face.

“Yea, don’t worry.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, shaky as it is.

“Fuck. I’m so fucking sorry! I know I should have asked for another table when I saw her, but-“

“No, really, Ethan. There’s nothing you need to apologize for.”

Ethan frowned and nodded, continuing to walk in silence.

When they reached the car, he leaned in for a hug but Y/n pulled away.

“Y/n…” he pleaded, already filled with sorrow and despair. His hands were shaking at the thought of the love of his life shutting off because of someone random. He never understood why she felt such disgust towards herself, when he couldn’t help but love her with every nerve of his body.

“Please…” He tried again, clasping his hands in front of him and fiddling with them anxiously.

“Just take us home.” She answered, her voice broken.

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“Y/n?” Ethan knocked on the door, trying to reach her for the hundredth time.

“I’m fine. Give me a minute.” She spoke back, not bothering to make it convincing.

“Amore…” Three hours had passed since she locked herself in their room, not wanting to be seen by anyone. It broke Ethan’s heart, knowing that he couldn’t help her and it took all the restraint in the world not to barge in and cuddle her to death.

“Please! I need to see you!” He pleaded, tears already falling down his cheek.

There was a temporary silence before he heard a click and a few steps.

When he tried to press the handle again, the door opened, and he quickly entered the room.

In front of him was Y/n, bundled up in the corner of the bed. The light was closed, blinds shut, and he could see that she threw a sheet over the mirror.

He softly approached the bed, frustrated and crushed.

“Can I cuddle next to you?” He asked, wanting to make sure he wouldn’t make anything worse.

“Do whatever you want.” She deadpanned, looking into the distance.

Ethan nodded and circled the bed, gently getting in and hugging her from behind. He prayed that It gave her at least an ounce of reassurance. He held her tightly for a long time, brushing his nose against her shoulder.

“Amore, tell me what’s wrong.” He spoke softly, holding her hand and brushing it with his thumb.

“Nothing. Just a mood.”

“It’s not true. It couldn’t be just a mood because something bad happened.”

Y/n shut her eyes tightly, a mess of feelings in her head. For one, she hated Ethan’s ex for being so bitchy, she also hated herself more than ever and loved Ethan for being so patient.

As if on cue, a dark voice which always plagued her mind spoke. She didn’t deserve Ethan, she didn’t deserve his patience and understanding. It was her fault that he was so broken now. Tears started escaping her eyes at that, and her breath became ragged as she held onto Ethan for dear life.

“Amore, I know that you’re not feeling well. I just want to hear what’s on your mind. I’m not here to judge you.” He spoke again, a spark of confidence igniting inside of Y/n.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm her heart down.

“The things she said… made me feel bad.” Y/n whispered, clutching Ethan’s hand.

“In what way?”

“Body way. Mind way. Every way for fuck’s sake.” She cried out, not being able to contain it anymore.

“How could that be possible? It’s like comparing pizza with pineapple to my pizza. And because you’re my lovely little puppy you are obviously my pizza. And you know my pizza is amazing!” He joked, putting a smile on Y/n’s face.

“That made little sense.” She scoffed.

“Oh for fuc- YOU ARE AMAZING AND I adore you so please let me love you.” He began, pressing quick kisses all over her neck.

“Stop it! It tickles!” Y/n screamed out in between giggles, turning around so she would be facing him.

Y/n sighed and looked into Ethan’s eyes, overwhelmed with thankfulness and love.

“Let me love you.” He purred, his gaze darkening as he cupped Y/n’s cheek and pulled her closer.

“Okay.” She murmured, pressing her lips to his.

Ethan kissed her gently, enjoying the feel of her pillowy lips on his. He traced his tongue over Y/n’s bottom lip, earning a satisfying gasp from her. She opened her mouth for him and he immediately took over.

Ethan jumped over Y/n’s body, towering over her. She threw a leg around his waist and wrapped her arms around him, pulling the man impossibly close.

“I love every single inch of you.” He whispered against her lips, not yet pulling away. “I love how well our lips fit together, how lovely the sounds that escape them are.”

His mouth moved to her cheeks and licked them in an upward motion. “I love how red your cheeks get when you tell me what you want me to do to you…” y/n whimpered at his words and squeezed her legs together. Ethan moved to her jaw and left a trail of kisses on it, Y/n leaning her head backwards to give him more access.

“I love seeing hickeys all over here,” He continued, his kisses wandering towards her neck “and here,” Y/n moaned when Ethan’s tongue grazed over the sensitive spot under her ear, nibbling on it.

“I fucking love these” He groaned as he reached her breasts, licking over her shirt. “Well take the damn shirt off.” Y/n replied, already bringing it upwards. In one smooth motion, Ethan lifted it and threw it on the floor. His mouth captured her nipple in a second, sucking on it, while his hand massaged the other one.

He lifted his mouth and brought the other hand up too so he would be cupping both breasts, before continuing to kiss down Y/n’s stomach. “You have no idea how comfortable it is to rest my head on here” He mumbled against her skin, burying his face in her belly. Slowly moving even lower down, he heard Y/n whimper and plead for him to fill her.

“I’m not done yet, princess.” He purred, before lifting himself up and heading to her legs. He lifted them both up and kissed the back of her knees. Y/n shuddered and spread them further apart.

“I love how easily you spread them for me.” He said as he reached further in, kissing her thighs. “Oh and you tighs drive me fucking insane.” He moaned, biting and licking them until the surface of her skin became his personal masterpiece.

“Ethan, I’m begging you!” Y/n yelped as he bit her, the heat between her legs growing significantly. “Look how fucking wet you are.” Ethan spoke against her soaked underwear, smirking before pulling it away with his tongue. Y/n moaned loudly at the feeling and bucked her hips into his face.

As a response, Ethan grabbed her and held her in place as his tongue slowly teased her clit, each stroke being accompanied by a deep moan. Ethan tore the panties away with his teeth and licked deep into her when Y/n’s hands found their way to his hair, tugging roughly. He kept fucking her with his tongue until all he could hear were her desperate whimpers signaling she was coming close. He shoved a finger inside of her and kept thrusting into her until she was trembling everywhere around him. “I’m close, Ethan!” She moaned, rolling back in pleasure when he added another finger. “I know, cucciola. You’ve been such a good girl, just relax for me.”

His words were the final push that Y/n needed before everything set ablaze. A wave of pleasure enveloped Y/n as stars danced all around her, still feeling Ethan’s tongue circling around her overstimulated clit.

Once Ethan felt her calm down, he went to the bathroom, grabbing a wet cloth and returning to take care of his lover. “You did so well, amore. Just spread your legs for me, please.” He encouraged, cleaning her up once she obeyed.

“Drink this.” He said, handing her a water bottle which she gulped down quickly.

They stood in silence for a moment, before Ethan enveloped her in a reassuring hug once more.

“I love you so much, cara mia.” He confessed, softly kissing the bruises he had created earlier.

“I love you too.” She responded, closing her eyes and resting her head on his shoulder.

“You wanna talk about what happened earlier?” He questioned, still worried about the dinner.

Y/n considered his request for a bit, before silently nodding and prompting herself up, her back to Ethan’s chest.

“She made me feel like shit about my body. And I thought that you…” She took a deep breath, struggling to regain her composure as a lump already started forming in her throat. “I thought you wouldn’t be happy with me, and you would gladly go to her any day.” Y/n’s voice was barely above a whisper, heart breaking at her words.

“Oh amore. I’m tied to your soul. That’s the main reason I love you. Because of who you are. No one else could even compete with that. Your incredibly hot body is just an added bonus.” He smiled, as he felt Y/n light up.

The girl chuckled lightly and nuzzled further into him, remembering every single detail about the night.

“It will always be you.” He whispered once more, before they drifted to sleep.

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nashibirne · 3 years

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DESPERADO - 3

Helen and August are back. Sorry it took me a while to write the next chapter but our holidays got in the way of writing. Anyway, here it is and it's getting a little steamy. I somehow struggled with writing the smut this time, it was somewhat hard to find the right balance in their dynamics but I think it turned out fine in the end. I hope you like it, too. As you know, writers live off validation, so comments, reblogs and likes are very much appreciated 💜

Pairing: Augut Walker x OFC (Helen Nichols)

Summary: August has survived the fight with Ethan Hunt and the fall from the cliff. A few lucky coincidences saved his life and he ends up with a woman that saves him and gives him shelter in her little hermit hut. He is at a turning point in his life. What is he going to do?

Word count: ~ 3.1 k

Warnings: Description of injuries, smut, NSFW, 18+, unprotected sex, oral sex (f and m receiving), vaginal sex

NO BETA! English is not my mother tongue, so expect bad grammar, wrong spelling, chaotic punctuation and clumsy language. All mistakes are mine…

Credits: I don’t own August Walker and anything related to MI:Fallout. Pics for the moodboard from pinterest, face claim Helen: Rooney Mara

You can find parts 1 and 2 and my other fics on my masterlist.

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Desperado

Oh, you ain't gettin' no younger

Your pain and your hunger

They're drivin' you home

Freedom, oh freedom

Well that's just some people talkin'

Your prison is walkin' through this world all alone

From Desperado by The Eagles, Lyrics: Don Henley, Glenn Frey

"She's dead. She died in an accident. She was gone. I stayed."

No matter how hard August tried to find out more about Allison, there was no way to make Helen tell him anything else but these simple basics. She'd worked hard on building a protective wall around that part of her heart and her mind, she had closed off the grief and the feeling of guilt and she wasn't willing to hand over the key to her memories to a random stranger who was lying about his identity.

Besides August's futile attempts to pry into Helen's past the next two weeks were quite harmonious. While Helen had decided to ignore the fact that Austin Peters was a fake persona to avoid any kinds of complications, August had decided to accept the inevitable and to be a nice houseguest and he grudgingly let Helen take care of him. They soon got used to the fact that her help made them share pretty intimate moments and August had a hard time granting her access to his personal space, letting her literally touch him everywhere when she had to treat his wounds or help him get dressed and undressed, but he also watched her blush and shy away from him with fiendish joy.

It made him feel better about his face that his body obviously still had a significant effect on Helen and he couldn't deny that seeing her running around in her underwear or imagining her standing in the shower naked had a certain effect on him too. And it wasn't only physical, he really started to like her. She was smart and tough but also witty and cheeky sometimes, and it was hard for him to admit to himself that he enjoyed her company. Stockholm syndrome for sure, he tried to tell himself but in the back of his mind he knew the truth.

He had no idea that Helen felt the same and that her aloof manner was mostly facade. Behind the mask of indifference she was growing warm feelings for him. Warm, foolish, irrational feelings for a man she actually knew nothing about and who was involved in an FBI investigation. She blamed her hunger for interpersonal interactions and warmth that resulted from her self-chosen isolation for these surfacing emotions and did her best to ignore them.

What was really bothering Helen most after only a few days was the sleeping situation. Despite the fact that the there-is-only-one-bed-trope was everything from hot to romantic in theory it was only leading to back pain in reality. August kept on offering to sleep on the couch but she wouldn't let him. He needed a comfortable place to sleep and her sofa was hardly big enough for her. A tall man like him wouldn't be able to get a wink of sleep on it. So after 14 nights she decided to do something about it. She had made a call in the morning, August had heard her muffled voice from the kitchen when he was in the bathroom, and now a car was driving up to the hut. He started to panic.

"Who's that?"

He looked at Helen and she gave him a shrug.

"A friend. He's bringing me a folding bed, called him this morning. I'm not going to survive another night on the couch."

A car door was slammed shut with a thud and foot steps were coming closer to the front door.

"He can't come in, Helen", August whispered, giving her a pleading glance. She raised an eyebrow.

"Why's that?"

"He mustn't see me. Please."

Helen eyed him up and down and when it knocked August held his breath, his heart racing. She turned to the door without another word and August grabbed a large knife from the knife block before hiding in the corner of the room that wasn't visible from the entrance. Helen flinched when she realized that he'd armed himself but after taking a deep breath she opened the door with a nonchalant smile.

"Naseer. Hi. That was quick."

"Hi Helen. Yeah, it sounded urgent on the phone and you can't sleep in a broken bed so I thought I better bring you the folding bed as soon as possible."

August tried to imagine the man who belonged to the pleasant, warm voice. His English was very good but he clearly wasn't a native speaker. Someone from the village he guessed. From the village he would have erased without batting an eyelid just two weeks ago. His stomach twisted at the thought and it filled him with anger that he seemed to evolve something like a conscience lately.

"That's really kind of you."

He could hear the smile in Helen's voice.

"Let me help you unload it."

"No, I'll go and get it. Just tell me where to put it."

"Just put it here on the porch. I'll take care of it later."

Naseer gave Helen a funny look and she knew he was thinking she was acting strange but she could hardly let him walk inside the hut where August was awaiting him with a knife. She watched her only friend walk to his truck, grabbing the bed from the loading space and carrying it to the house.

"It's no problem to carry it inside", he said when he was standing in front of Helen again. "I could also fix your bed. I built it, it shouldn't be hard to replace a broken part."

He built it? The guy built Helen's bed? August started to wonder what kind of friend he was and why the question bothered him so much.

"No! No, that won't be necessary, Naseer."

Christ, woman, don't talk so fast. Her nervousness was showing in her voice and August was worried he might really have to use that fucking knife.

"Really, it's fine...I'm quite busy right now. In the middle of a creative phase...you know...kissed by the muse."

Good girl, back on track. August's heart rate went back to normal.

"You're working on your book again? That's great, Hel."

Hel? He rolled his eyes, annoyed and impatient.

"Yeah, it really is. My agent is pretty relieved too, my writer's block made him quite nervous. But I'm working almost non-stop on it...so yeah."

She shrugged with a sheepish grin, feeling terrible for lying to him.

"Is that why you needed all those supplies? Because you don't want to leave for grocery shopping in the next few weeks? Your truck was loaded when we met the other day."

"Exactly."

"I see...well…"

"Yeah…"

"I better get going then. Let you work in peace…"

"Thanks for stopping by, Naseer."

"Anytime. You know you can always call me when something's wrong or when you need help, right?"

"Of course." Her laugh sounded fake and nervous and for a moment she thought Naseer was going to ask her what was going on but he only gave her a worried look before he left. Helen let out a long sigh of relief, turned around and closed the door behind her.

"He's gone. You can put that away." She pointed at the knife August clung to, her eyes shooting daggers at him.

"What?" He looked at her angrily, putting the knife back in the knife block. "I just wanted to be prepared."

Helen let out a snort. "For what? Naseer attacking an injured stranger?"

"I don't know him."

"But I do. He's a friend and you made me act rude without a reason."

"A friend, huh? Hel?" August said in a mocking tone wiggling his eyebrows. He tried to be cheeky and make her laugh to ease the tension but he knew it was a stupid move as soon as the words left his mouth.

"Yes. A friend. Austin."

She was still being deadly serious and stressed his false name pointedly crossing her arms in front of her chest. August didn't know what to say or do to keep the situation from escalating so he just shrugged.

"Fine."

"Fine? That's all you have to say? For fucks sake...tell me why you didn't want Naseer to see you. Explain to me why you armed yourself with a knife, hiding in a dark corner of my house. My fucking house, goddamn…in which you found shelter..." She was furious now and he made a step towards her, his hands raised up in surrender. "Okay, listen, Helen."

"I'm all ears."

"As I said, it was just taking precautions. I'm a mistrustful person, made some bad experiences in the past and got hurt too often."

"Bullshit." She shook her head. "Don't try to tug at my heartstrings. Just tell me the truth."

August took a deep breath, he was getting frustrated and annoyed by her insistence.

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"I just can't, okay? Let's just leave it at that or…"

“Or what? Are you going to kill me?”

Her voice was full of sarcasm but her eyes showed him that a part of her was scared of him, wondering what he was capable of. The logical answer to her question would have been yes. His answer should have been yes, but when he said no, when he denied it, August meant it. He wasn't going to kill her nor would he ever hurt her.

“No, but I still can’t tell you.”

She could tell by the expression on his face that he was torn. He wanted to open up to her, but he felt like he couldn't.

“Just give me something. A little part of the truth to help me understand who you are, where you’re coming from and what you`re up to."

“That’s not so easy, Helen. You might not like what you’re going to hear.”

He gave her a shrug and something that was supposed to be a smile.

“I don’t care. August.”

He blinked repeatedly. “Sorry?”

“Yes...August.” She rolled her eyes. “I know that you've been lying to me from day one."

He got up and started to pace the hut, still hobbling a little, though his ankle was much better. He wasn’t really worried just debating with himself. After a while he stopped by the window, staring outside. “You're right. My name is August. August Walker.”

"Thanks, but I already know that much", Helen snapped.

"How did you find out about my name?" He asked as calmly as his fluttering nerves allowed it, turning around to look her in the eyes.

"Why did you lie to me?" Helen threw him a challenging look.

"How much do you know?" August was not willing to leave his questions unanswered.

"Why. Did. You. Lie. To. Me?" Helen shouted at him.

"It's none of your fucking business", he yelled back.

Helen laughed out loud.

"It's none of my business? Are you kidding me? I saved you. I let you stay in my house, sleep in my bed, I treat your wounds, I take care of you, give you shelter, I've helped you in every possible way, no matter how many of my personal boundaries have been transgressed and now you're seriously telling me that it's none of my business that you've lied to me all this fucking time?"

"I've never asked for your help."

His voice was calm, his facial expression blank and stern but his eyes were blazing with emotion. His stare was so intense it made Helen shiver.

"You ungrateful ass", she whispered, stunned by his audacity. "You took all I had to give without saying thank you only once. And now you're…"

He was right in front of her with two big strides, his lips crashing on hers with unexpected passion. Helen was too surprised to think about her reaction. She instinctively kissed him back, granting him access, letting him deepen the kiss, allowing his hands to explore her body. 60 seconds later she was in control of herself again. She pushed him away, staring at him dumbfounded.

"Shit. What are you doing?"

"Expressing my gratitude."

He gave her an outrageously sexy smirk and it took Helen just a split second to grab him by his shirt and pull him close again to kiss him feverishly. She wanted him. She wanted him badly. She wanted him now.

August pressed her against the wall with his huge body, caressing her tits through her clothes while kissing her neck. She moaned and started to tug at his shirt. He took it off in a hurry and Helen got rid of her top and bra. When they kissed again she let her hands run over his chest gently, making sure not to hurt him. She pulled away and looked at him, at his scarred face that was still so handsome now that the wounds were healing and the swelling had gone down around his eye. August averted his eyes, burying his head in the crook of her neck again, withdrawing from her gaze.

"Turn around", he mumbled, taking her by her waist.

She did what he asked her to do but when she heard him fumble with his belt and the sound of his pants hitting the floor behind her back, when his hands tried to pull down her sweatpants impatiently, she turned around again. She reached up and cupped his face with her tiny hands, running her thumb tenderly over his burnt skin.

"Listen, August. This is not going to be a quickie, okay? You want to express your gratitude? Great. I like this. But do it properly. Fuck me rough, if you want to, fuck me hard, but don't you dare to hide from me. Look at me. Kiss me. Give me the feeling of being wanted. Pretend it's more than just some kind of job."

He looked at her with an unreadable expression, hesitating for a moment. He opened his mouth but instead of saying something he pressed his lips together with a nod. Helen smiled at him before stripping naked slowly.

When he kissed her again he took his time, enjoying the sensation of holding her naked body close to his now. She was surprised by his tenderness, by his gentle touch and the delicate kisses he covered her body with and blown away by the passion that soon erupted from deep within him. It was just a small step from long, slow kisses to making out like two hungry predators.

He lifted her up easily and carried her to her bed where he laid her down on her back carefully. He climbed between her legs and looked at her.

"Ready to get fucked like never before?"

She smirked. "Big words. I hope you're not all mouth."

"You don't like my mouth?" He started to kiss her belly, licking her skin, leaving a wet trace that led down south where his tongue met her soft pubic hair.

"I love your mouth."

Helen moaned when he kissed her pussy and parted her folds with his tongue.

"Yeah? You like my tongue too?"

He started to tongue fuck her and she grabbed his head, pressing his face closer to her sex.

"Shut up and eat me out."

She threw her head back when sucked on her clit.

"Oh fuck…" She moved her hips slowly to the rhythm of his actions, rolling them with intense motions, burying her fingers in his thick, curly hair. "Just like this...yes."

Her moans got louder and louder and his dick was so hard it hurt, leaking precum. He knew she was about to come but she stopped him before she climaxed.

"Lay down", she ordered and so they switched positions. August had always been a dominant lover but being bossed around by her was a great turn on. He loved how determined she was, it was incredibly sexy how she was chasing her high, not even trying to hide that she wanted to fulfil her own needs most of all. She was starved, desperately in need of this, of him. In this moment she needed him, she wanted him, she allowed him to give her what she was craving.

Helen was kneeling between his legs now, grabbing his dick. "I love your cock too." She grinned at him before she started to suck him off with a devotion that was new to him.

She turned him into a whimpering, panting mess soon, her lips and her tongue working their magic on his dick, and just like her, he grabbed her head to have some kind of control over her actions. He made her take him deeper and she took him deeper.

"Good girl. Taking me so well."

His voice was raspy and she locked eyes with him, her gaze telling him that she liked to be praised. August groaned when she slowly pulled back, licking his length one last time.

"Fuck, Helen...I need to feel you."

"I'll make you feel me."

Saliva was dripping from her swollen lips and he almost got off just by the sight of it. His saviour, his saint had turned into a shameless whore and he was willing to worship and adore her for being his dirty, little slut.

"Yes, you will."

He grabbed her by her waist and pulled her onto his cock. She sighed with pleasure when he entered her tight cunt, stretching her wet pussy and as soon as she got used to his size she started to ride him, rolling her hips slowly in a rhythm that was giving them both the greatest pleasure. August stroked her tits, caressed and kneaded them and she supported her body with her hands on his chest. She picked up speed and when August pinched her nipple she came with a hoarse shriek, her whole body trembling with ecstasy and lust.

Helen bent down to kiss him and he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly while thrusting his hips. He fucked her without restraint now, his thrusts hard, fast and deep. He railed her mercilessly until his intense orgasm swept him away. He let out a long, satisfied moan and loosened his grip on her body.

He kissed her again but she seemed to be in a rush suddenly and rolled off him and went to the bathroom. August was kind of surprised and sobered to a certain degree when he heard that she was taking a shower. She either couldn't stand after-sex-cuddles in general or she really thought that he had just done her a favor to thank her for her hospitality.

He wondered how many times he would have to fuck her till she was willing to fall asleep in his arms afterwards.

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The Winter Ghost - Part 9

Info: A Devastating car crash causes you to lose your memory and start over. The only thing left in the wreckage was the horrific nightmares which plagued your mind. If you knew what today would entail you would have just stayed in bed. But you didn’t and because of that, everything you knew was about to change.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: swearing, angst if you squint.

W/c: 2.5 k

A/n: Thank you so much to all of you have have given this fic so much love. And thank you to @cutie1365 for all her help and support! Hope you all are having a great week! Also I promise more Y/n x Bucky interactions are coming soon!

It had been exactly five days since the three men left on their recon mission to see what Zemo knew. Five days. Besides the occasional report on Natasha’s part, you haven't heard from Bucky again since that night.

This was a good thing, you thought. Maybe he was respecting your space. Maybe he had come to his senses. Maybe he meant that text for someone else. Ouch, You hurt your own feelings with that one.

In any case, the time away from the Super Soldier had given you the clarity you needed to think. You and Natasha trained almost every morning and in your spare time you would work out with Sam. He was a good trainer, besides the lingering eyes when he asked you to do squats. You didn't really mind though. You weren't really sure why you were training. It's not like anyone knew where you were, or even cared at that point. The Avengers in New York had their own problems and as far as the rest of the world knew, Y/n L/n didn't exist.

Everytime you would ask Nat what this was all for she would only shrug and say something about ‘Avengers must be prepared.’ The idea that you could even be compared to the world saving team was insane and frankly terrifying to say the least. You were just Y/n. Sure Hydra had pumped you full of some mystery serum but without your memories you weren't even sure what that meant.

Speaking of, since that fateful day at the market, you had no sign of anything else coming back to you. You felt like you were letting everyone down. Especially Shuri who had been working tirelessly to help try and regain something, anything that would make you remember. A part of you worried that no matter what she did, you would never truly know. And a small part of you was maybe a little thankful. The idea of your past life terrified and fascinated you all at once.

Over the past few days, Wanda helped teach you that little mind trick of yours. Once you got the hang of it, it was hard to say out of people's heads. Though you had more control over your ability than before, sometimes your friends were just too loud; you couldn't help but pick them out of a room.

“Hey good lookin'! You ready to hit the gym?” Sam's voice echoed through the kitchen while you poured yourself a tall mug of coffee. You signed, still sore from yesterday's workout.

“Don’t you guys do anything other than workout?” You asked, eyeing him sceptically.

“What's it look like?” He winked, flexing his bicep.

Guess that's a no.

“Okay, okay. Just let me enjoy this small fleeting moment of peace while I drink my coffee. I’ll meet you there in fifteen.” You spoke, exasperated. You weren't getting out of this one. You knew that, and so did he.

“Fine, but if you're late, we’re sparring. And you know damn well I fight dirty.” He smirked, jogging out of the room. God, he was insufferable. Over the time since Sam had come back you both had spent a lot of time together. He was a flirt and you were awkward as hell, but the two of you became close friends. Plus, he liked to shit talk Bucky as much as you did.

You brought your mug up to your lips and took a big sip, letting the rich aromatic smell of coffee invade your senses. While the others would lay down their respective lives to save the world, you would do it just for this moment. Were you a junky? The thought made you giggle.

“What's so funny, dear?” Nat strolled into the kitchen, eyeing you while you only shook your head.

“Oh, nothing.” You paused as she looked through the fridge for her usual morning orange juice.

“Top shelf, on the left.” You spoke.

“Got it. Thanks. What are your plans for today?” She questioned, grabbing a glass from the cabinet.

“I’m heading to the gym in a few, if you care to join me. Besides that, I’m open. Why what’s up?” You asked, bringing the mug back to your mouth and finishing what little coffee you had left.

“No reason… the boys are coming home today and-” the coffee that once resided in your mouth spewed out in an almost cartoonish spit-take. Your hand flew up to your face, but it was too late. You choked on the fluid over coughs and apologies.

“Wait- What?” You asked dumbfounded.

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“Wait- what?” Steve asked in shock, his eyes almost bulging out of his face. Bucky couldn't help but chuckle at his friend's delayed reaction.

“I kissed her Steve” He reiterated again, “… Or maybe she kissed me- I don't know, it just kinda’ happened.” Bucky huffed, rubbing the back of his head as his eyebrows knitted together. It didn't matter now anyways, he had ruined it. He knew he had to, but dammit, that didn't mean it hurt any less. Knowing no matter who actually initiated the kiss- it happened, and in turn, completely altered their relationship. Whatever it had been in the first place.

“How could you let this happen, Barnes?” Steve barked, knocking him out of his train of thought.

“Don't give me that ‘Captain’ bullshit, punk. Not with me. I don’t know, there's something about that girl. She just-”

“She's just nothing. No Buck, absolutely not. Do not go down this road. I’m warning you.” Steve pointed a finger at Bucky's chest, the sheer strength pushing him back a few pases. He held his ground though as to not let on that little Stevie was capable of such strength.

“Well it doesn't matter, I called it off anyways.” Bucky mumbled. Steve only sharply nodded in confirmation.

“Why do you care, anyways?” Bucky asked, watching his friend carefully.

“I- I don't. I don’t care. I mean- yes! I care, of course I do. You're my best friend… I don't want to see you get hurt…” Steve stuttered.

After all these years Bucky would have thought he’d get better at lying but, wanting to drop the conversation he nodded, accepting his failed attempt.

“I’m glad you broke it off with her, Buck. There's so much you-” He coughed, though it sounded like more of a choke, “We. there's so much we don't know.” He finished, obviously staring at Bucky’s forehead, rather than his eyes.

Damn he was bad at lying.

“Anyways…” Bucky started, desperate to change the subject from Y/n to something less gut wrenching. “When’s ship out?” He asked, as the two men walked back to their motel.

They had landed in Berlin five days ago. Five excruciatingly long days. Bucky had called and hung up on Y/n seventeen times since they got there. He prayed to whatever God he believed in the calls never made it to her end.

Meeting with Zemo took a lot out of Bucky. The man knew the deepest parts of himself. The parts that shamed him, and caused him nothing but heartache and pain. T’Challa had helped to sneak Steve and him into the Joint Counter Terroist Center, giving them a little less than thirty minutes to interrogate the man.

Bucky wasn't sure about any of this. Why would Zemo want anything to do with Y/n? Unless he was just a cog. The whole thing made very little sense, but then again, he trusted Y/n. With every fiber of his body he trusted her. Even if Steve wasn't quite as sold.

That's only because he hasn't kissed her sweet lips. God, if he only knew how you tasted.

Ouch, he hurt his own feelings with that one.

The memory for Zemo’s twisted smile knocked him out of his daze.

“The prodigal son returns, it seems,” He chuckled, sadistically. Even his voice sent a shiver down Bucky's spine. The idea of this man's hands on Y/n in any capacity was enough to send him into a blind rage. But they hadn't come to tear his head clean off his body, though Bucky knew he could do it without even flinching.

“Here to ask you some questions. And you're going to answer them.” Steve barked in his most authoritative Captain voice. Zemo chuckled, never once taking his eyes off Bucky.

“The Winter Soldier and his boyfriend. What a pleasure…” Steve only huffed in response causing a sadistic smirk to tug on the prisoners mouth.

“Twenty minutes.” T’Challa spoke into their coms.

“What do you know about Y/n L/n?” Bucky spoke this time. He hoped Zemo didn't see his harsh expression falter as the mere mention of her name.

“Ah, Agent L/n… Quite a specimen, wouldn't you agree, hound?” Zemo practically spit the word. Steve reached his arm out, gripping onto Bucky’s shoulder, holding him back.

He wouldn't even flinch. It would take seconds.

“Answer the Question.” Steve boomed.

“Yes, Y/n and I go way back. You have her don't you? Found her triggers yet? Does she even remember her own name?” He laughed, almost maniacally, like something out of those old comic books Bucky was so fond of.

“Steve…” Buck warned, knowing that he wasn't going to be able to hold it together much longer. Steve nodded, turning his gaze back to the small man in the cell.

“What's in the serum, Zemo. What exactly did you give her?” He asked, stepping closer to the glass case he was sitting in.

“Couldn't tell you if I wanted to. But she knows… And when she remembers, oh. What. A. Day.” He smirked, tapping on the glass with every word.

“What does that mean? What are her triggers?” Steve questioned. When Zemo only shrugged the Captain’s fist flew against the glass, sending a booming echo through the room.

“Ten minutes.” T’Challa’s voice ran through their coms again. It was now or never. They probably wouldn't get another chance like this. The men were fugitives. The mere fact they crossed the European border was a god send.

“Why didn't you just kill her? Huh? Why go to all this trouble...Why give her the serum?” Bucky asked, trying, truly trying to keep his voice level. The idea of never meeting Y/n made his heart ache.

“We tried to clone the serum. She's a smart one, мой ребенок. Made it so that without being mixed with her blood and exposed to radiation, it would be useless. Her fail safe. I don't think she ever thought...” He chuckled, shaking his head from side to side. “Tell me, did her arm heal okay?”

Bucky gritted his teeth. The smug bastard. The thought of the torture Hydra must have put her though made him feel physically ill. Worse than anything they could have ever done to him. They touched her. He could practically hear her screams ringing through his mind.

He wouldn't. Even. Flinch.

“We must leave. Someone's alerted a guard.” T'Challa's panicked voice shook Bucky out of his rage. Zemo seemed to notice.

“Give my regard to мой ребенок.” He flashed a toothy smile, taking a seat again.

“Get out of there!” The king's voice boomed, but Bucky didn't move. Steve yanked on his arm, pulling him towards the doors.

“They know where she is.” Zemo spoke so quietly the two men almost didn't hear. But they did.

“Who?” Bucky snapped. The man only chuckled, and waved as Steve yanked him out of the room.

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You met Sam and Nat in the gym, fifteen minutes later.

He was coming home today. You always knew eventually he would, but you were hopeful you'd have a little more time. Time for what, you weren't sure. All you knew is your heart still ached with his final words.

The idea of seeing Bucky’s face again made a lump appear in your throat. You weren’t ready. I mean, truthfully, you weren’t sure you'd ever be.

You had dealt with rejection before, sure. Your freshman boyfriend asked Angie Cordillia to the winter formal instead of you. You cried all night. But this- this was different. You knew it. You felt it, and it ripped through your heart like a chainsaw to paper.

“You're late!” Sam shouted from the treadmill going full speed. Well, not full speed- it was made for Steve and Bucky after all.

“I am not. Right on-” You looked down at your watch. “Time…” Oh shit. One minute past ten.

“I’m just warming up, and then I’m coming for you… Ya ready, beautiful?” Sam asked, sending a wink your way.

You looked to Natasha who only sent you a smirk while she stretched on the gym mat.

You huffed, tying your hair back into a ponytail. “Listen, Sam, I know what you said but I’m just really not feeling-“

“You know why you’re here?” Sam suddenly interrupted. All joking tones had melted out of his words as you approached him.

“Well, do you?” He repeated.

You thought about that for a moment. Yeah, you knew why. The team needed to find out whatever serum was in your system before Hydra would clone it. You were a means to an end. You were of course willing to be that cog, if to help right the wrong you had done in your past life, but that’s all it was.

“You’re here because Y/n, the old Y/n was the best of the best. She was a fighter. And whether you remember or not, she’s in there. Maybe there’s a way to take that serum out of ya, maybe you can just start over. But if you can’t, whatever you believe in has put it in there to make you stronger. So you decide, are you just here to be here, or are you a fucking Avenger?” His words hit you like a ton of bricks.

Sam was never the sentimental type. Far from it, in fact. You’d never heard him speak with such passion. You wanted to believe he meant it, but a gnawing feeling in the fit of your stomach kept you from fully retaining his worlds.

“I- I’m not an Avenger.” You signed, wanted nothing more than to be the kind of person to spring into action after his speech, but you weren’t. You knew that was because you were no hero.

“Maybe not officially. The bands kinda broken up at the moment. But lemme’ just say this,” He placed a hand on your shoulder, “You’re here for a reason. So we’re not going to sit around in Shuri’s lab all day. We’re going to train and maybe, if I kick your ass enough, you’ll realize just how special you are.” He gave you a little shove, knocking you back a little. You tried to speak but your voice betrayed you.

“Dammit.” You finally spoke.

“Yeah, I don’t know where that came from either…” Sam chucked. You wanted to protest, to argue that you weren’t the person he thought you were. But you didn’t.

You weren’t sure if it was the look in his eyes, or the intro to Shoot to Thrill by AC/DC that came blaring out of the gym speakers, but in any case, you believed him.

“Fine, Give me your best shot, Wilson.”

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starlit-serenade · 4 years

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Dance With Me | Chapter 7

💙 Summary: After visiting the members of ONEUS during their dance practice, you find yourself inspired to learn to dance. You ask your friend Kim Geonhak to teach you.

💙 Chapter 7: 2,479 words

💙 Pairing: Reader X Kim Geonhak/Leedo / Characters: GenderNeutral!Reader; Kim Geonhak/Leedo; Son Dongju/Xion; Yeo Hwanwoong/Hwanwoong; Lee Keonhee/Keonhee; Lee Seoho/Seoho; Kim Youngjo/Ravn;

💙 Rated: T for some minor swearing / Warnings: Minor Swearing; Jealousy (Later in the fic) / Genre: Fluff; Minor Angst (Later in the fic); Friends-To-Lovers; Happy Ending;

《 Series Masterlist // ONEUS Masterlist // Boy Group Masterlist 》

You carry a plastic bag with you as you head into the RBW building. You hadn't told the members that you were coming, hoping to surprise them after a long week of practice. It's been a few days since Geonhak's birthday, a busy yet fun day. At some point, later at night after dinner, Geonhak had pulled you aside to talk about learning the next song--Twilight--and in your excitement, you wanted to come to practice early.

A trainee in the hallway nods to you. You've spent enough time here that you know most of everyone at RBW. You're friends with ONEUS and ONEWE. You're close with quite a few of the trainees, and you've even met the members of MAMAMOO.

You stop in front of the practice room again. The music is playing gently in the background, but instead of being accompanied by the sounds of dancing footsteps, it's accompanied by laughter and chatter.

You place your hand on the doorknob and poke your head in. The six members are sitting in a circle, chatting about who knows what. Something about a new song or something.

"Hello?" you say, knocking on the doorframe. They look over at you, and you hold out the bag of food. "I got you guys some food, if you guys want it."

"Y/N!"

Dongju runs to you, and you expect a hug. Instead, he takes the bag of food from your hand and sits back down in his spot between Keonhee and Hwanwoong, and the three start digging through the bag.

"Wow, I thought you'd be happy to see me, not the food," you say, laughing. Geonhak, across the circle, scoots aside and beckons you to come sit in the newly made spot between him and Youngjo. You do, and smile over at him.

"Excited for practice today?" he asks quietly, smiling widely. "You've got Lit all the way done. And Valkyrie is most of the way there. We should be able to start with Twilight today."

You clap gently, very excited. Geonhak chuckles and smiles his cute, nose-scrunchy smile.

"Geonhak," Keonhe says. "Come with me to finish heating the food."

Geonhak sighs, before getting up.

"I'm excited for this afternoon," you say to him as he leaves.

Hwanwoong looks up from the takeout in his hands, from the other side of the circle. "What's going on this afternoon?"

"Oh, I'm gonna start learning Twilight with Geonhak."

"Oh right! I forgot you're dancing with Geonhak. How's that going?" Hwanwoong asks excitedly. "What have you learned so far, Y/Nie?"

"Geonhak has taught me A Song Written Easily, Lit, and I'm almost done learning Valkyrie."

"Oh?" Youngjo asks. "You should show us what you have done for A Song Written Easily. Let's see how good of a teacher Geonhak is."

You stand up, and Seoho plays the song from his phone. You start dancing along with the music, recalling Geonhak's movements as you watch yourself in the mirror. The members in the room--Yongjo, Seoho, Hwanwoong and Dongju--clap and cheer you on.

Once you finish, you bow as they applaud you.

"That was great," Hwanwoong says. "Geonhak's a good teacher, hm?"

"Yes, he is."

"I'm not surprised. And it shows. You dance like you've been doing it for a long time," Hwanwoong says.

"You said you're working on Valkyrie?" Seoho says. You nod. "Why don't you show us, and we give you some pointers?"

"Alright."

You dance as Seoho plays the song from his phone.

"At that part," Hwanwoong says. "You should bend your front knee more. It'll make it easier to move on to the next part."

You nod, continuing the dance.

As you reach the end of the song, your right hand stretched upward, the members clap for you. You sit back down, smiling from all of the attention.

"So, how'd you manage to get Geonhak to teach you right before our comeback?" Hwanwoong asks.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm just curious about how you got Geonhak to teach you," Hwanwoong says, eyebrow raised.

"Well," you say, "I asked Geonhak because I was too nervous to ask you, actually."

"What? We're friends, aren't we?"

"Yes, but back then we weren't as close as we are now." You laugh at the thought. "But now we're much closer."

"Hey, I'm still open to teaching you if you're interested, Y/N," Hwanwoong says. You open your mouth. Would it be rude to reject him?

But Geonhak is already teaching you.

The sound of a door closing echoes through the room, but you're too focused on the conversation to notice it.

Suddenly, Dongju smacks Hwanwoong's arm and whispers something in his ear. Hwanwoong looks from the door to you.

"Or not. Geonhak seems to be doing a great job at teaching you already, you know," he says quickly. You nod.

"Yeah. Thanks for the offer, though."

Keonhee walks over and hands out the snacks, small tubs of food. He hands you one and you frown.

"Where's Geonhak?" you ask Keonhee.

"He said he was going to the restroom," Keonhee says. He seems to want to say more, but doesnt.

As the ONEUS practice comes to a close, Geonhak doesn't appear. You ask Youngjo, and he seems as concerned as you. The rest of the members pack up to go to their respective spaces after practice ends. Youngjo heads to the studio, and Hwanwoong, Dongju and Keonhee pack up to head to the dorm. Geonhak is nowhere to be found.

Seoho taps your shoulder.

"If Geonhak doesn't show up," he says, "I'll be two rooms down, and Youngjo is in the studio. If you need either of us, feel free to interrupt either of us. Okay?"

"Thank you," you say. He waves goodbye and leaves the room. You're left alone in the practice room.

You pace back and forth. You still have ten minutes until your practice technically starts. Perhaps he went to get an extra snack for the two of you. Maybe he had to get something from the dorm.

But as the minutes pass, you remain alone in the practice room. Five minutes, then ten minutes past the start of your practice together, you're sitting with your back against the wall.

You take out your phone and call Geonhak. He doesn't pick up. You call again, and he doesn't pick up. The third time you call, the phone rings for a long time, and just as you're about to hang up, the other end picks up.

"Hello?" Geonhak's voice is muffled by the phone, but you'd recognize his voice anywhere.

"Geonhak," you say, breathless with stress yet relieved that he picked up. "Where the hell are you? Our practice started ten minutes ago."

There's a long pause. Or at least, it feels long. "Why don't you ask Hwanwoong to teach you?"

"What?" You pause for a moment, trying to figure out what's going on. "Geonhak . . ."

"You know what? I'm feeling a bit sick, I'm going to hang up. Bye."

He hangs up, and you're left alone in your thoughts.

What the hell?

You want to curl up. What is all this about? Geonhak is obviously mad at you for something, but as you think through the day, nothing comes up.

You sniff and wipe your eyes. Your hand comes away wet, and you realize that you're crying.

You stand up, sniffling, and sluggishly make your way out of the practice room, down the hall, and knock on the door to your right. The door to the studio opens up, and Seoho is standing beside the door, hand on the doorknob. Further into the room, Youngjo is sitting in front of the computer.

"Y/N?" Youngjo asks, leaning away from the computer. "Are you okay? Aren't you in practice with Geonhak?"

You look between them, and Seoho's face falls. He can tell from the sullen look on your face. You two might not be super close, but he still knows you.

"He didn't come," Seoho concludes. His voice sounds as sad as yours. He opens his arms. "Come here."

You hug him, and for some reason, you're crying into Seoho's chest. You don't see Youngjo and Seoho exchange worried glances.

"Do you want to sit down, Y/Nie?" Seoho asks, gesturing to the chairs against the back wall. You nod and sit with him. He hugs you and pats your back gently.

You hear clicking and look up. Youngjo is pressing things on his phone furiously.

"What are you doing?" you ask.

"Calling Geonhak."

You stare at him as he holds his phone to his ear.

"Geonhak, where are you?" he scolds into the phone. There's a pause. "Y/N is waiting for you, why aren't you here? You need to come back. No Geon--Geonhak! You can't just do that to them." He pauses, and then his voice softens. "They're in the studio with me and Seoho. Geonhak, what's going on with you? Geonhak!"

He takes his phone away from his ear and sighs.

"Youngjo . . . what'd he say?" you ask.

"He told me he's at the dorm. He's not coming back. He didn't say why."

You nod. At this point, you just want to know why Geonhak isn't here. Why he's mad at you like this. You two have argued before, you've been friends for years. So what could you have possibly done to make him suddenly leave you?

Or is this him getting back at you for the one time you left him during practice, because he got too close to you?

"That stubborn kid . . ." Youngjo looks at you and pauses. "The youngest three should be at the dorm by now. I'll ask Keonhee to check on him."

He types a text to Keonhee, then sets his phone aside. He turns his chair to face you.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" he asks gently. "I know these practices mean a lot to you. They mean a lot to Geonhak, too. I don't know what's wrong, but it's not your fault, okay?"

"Thank you, Youngjo. And Seoho," you say. "I don't know why he's upset at all. I think I did something but K don't know what."

"Wait, wait," Seoho says, thinking. "Geonhak disappeared right after you brought us snacks. You only saw him for a bit before he went to help Keonhee with the snacks, before he left. What could have happened in that time?"

You shake your head. You don't know.

Suddenly, Youngjo's phone rings. He picks it up quickly.

"Hello? Ah, Keonhee. He won't? What's he--oh. Please keep us updated, Okay Keonhee? Thank you." He pauses and whispers to you. "Geonhak won't say anything to them. He barely said hello when they walked into the room."

You want to find it comforting. That you're not the only one he's ignoring. You want to think that he might be mad at someone else, one of the members, but not you. But you have a feeling, deep down, that it has something to do with you.

"Y/Nie," Seoho says. "If you want, you can stay here. We'll walk you home after we finish, okay?"

"Okay," you say.

Geonhak sits on his bed, phone in hand. He's watching music videos, listening to music, playing games, anything. Anything to distract him from you. But he can't help but think back to only a few hours ago at the end of the ONEUS practice.

He was so excited to teach you today. He'd practiced extra this morning, redoing the Twilight choreography a few times and figuring out the little things like positioning.

He was elated to see you come in early. He couldn't help but smile when he saw you, both in general and today.

When he had walked back into the room to hand out some of the snacks, he saw you talking to Hwanwoong.

"I asked Geonhak because I was too nervous to ask you, actually," he had heard you say through the crack in the door. He knew this already. You'd told him the same thing when you asked him to teach you. But he doesn't like hearing he was your second choice.

"What? We're friends, aren't we?" he had heard Hwanwoong say.

"Yes, but back then we weren't as close as we are now." Geonhak heard you laugh. He loved your laugh. But he didn't want to hear you laughing with Hwanwoong. "But now we're much closer."

"Hey, I'm still open to teaching you if you're interested, Y/N," Hwanwoong had said. Geonhak froze. Now that you and Hwanwoong were close, there was no need for you to reject him. After all, he was the main dancer.

Geonhak loved teaching you dancing. He loved teaching and being helpful, he loved spending time with you, and this was a combination of the two. But thinking that you could always Hwanwoong teach you instead . . .

Geonhak turned around, closing the door a bit louder than he had intended, and stepped back. Keonhee had nearly walked into him.

"Aren't you going inside?" Keonhee asked, frowning.

"I, uh, yeah. Take these, please, I have to go to the restroom," Geonhak had said, handing Keonhee the food. He walked past him and headed down the hall, straight back to the dorm.

All he could think of was Hwanwoong teaching you instead of him. Hwanwoong offered to teach you, why would you refuse when the whole reason you didn't ask him in the first place was because you were too shy, and now you're closer?

"Geonhak?"

He looks over to the doorway, and Keonhee is standing there.

"Oh, you're home."

"Geonhak, are you okay? Are you feeling sick?" Keonhee asks.

He tries to think of a way to answer the question, but how to do that? No? Yes? He turns away from Keonhee.

"Let me know if you need anything."

After a moment, he hears Keonhee leave the room. He hears speaking in the other room. Dongju and Hwanwoong. Shouldn't he be glad that Hwanwoong is here instead of teaching you?

He starts to think of you again. You must be still with Youngjo and Seoho at RBW. You must be so mad at him for abandoning you before practice.

He's liked you for a long time. Long before he started teaching you dancing. He met you maybe four years ago, and he started thinking of you as more than a friend perhaps two years ago. You'd never seemed to feel the same way, and so he never acted on those feelings. But spending time with you, teaching you to dance, he thought maybe there was a chance that you might feel the same. That maybe you could be more than friends.

And then he'd heard Hwanwoong offering to teach you instead. He felt himself feeling absolutely crushed, absolutely deflated. So very jealous. He still feels that way, that he likes you so much and that to you, you're just friends.

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smornby? prompt (also hi, this is the same person as last time but i was asked by my friend holly to ask for this angsty prompt, still no pressure if u don't wanna do it tho & thanks) : "Person A self harms and is good at hiding it, until one day it's hot and person B takes A's jacket away in a really public place so their scars are on display. A doesn't want to deter B from being friends so tries (unsuccessfully) to convince them the cat did it. You decide what happens next."

Hey I did it! Sorry for the wait but a certain other ship just won’t stop being adorable long enough for me to focus on other things sometimes. But as I say, I will always get around to every prompt I get it just may take me a little while! Hope your friend Holly likes this :)

Side note: I may also have a lil Lewis/Tom idea for this too that I may write if people are interested or if I find time. It is obvious what this is in the fic so yeah just pop me an ask if anyone is interested on seeing a Tom side to this.

Let’s go to the beach.

Smith wasn’t proud of a lot of things in his life. He didn’t like how easily he let his grades slip when his mind couldn’t focus. He didn’t like how much he talked and how often everything he said was complete nonsense. He didn’t like how useless he was. But most of all he hated how weak he was. He hated how he could no longer look at his arms without feeling ashamed, that he could no longer wear a t-shirt without a hoodie to cover his scars. The scars that littered his left arm from all of the times that he was weak. All of the times he caved and took a blade to his skin instead of just asking for help. But Smith knew he couldn’t actually ask for help, he didn’t want to be a burden. Not when his friends had their own problems.

Trott was dealing with his girlfriend Katie moving away after dating for close to 3 years while still trying to make it work.

His boyfriend, Ross, was dealing with his parents being in the middle of a messy divorce, their stress seeping into their son.

Lewis was panicking over his grades, concerned that he wasn’t going to get accepted into his dream university at the end of the year.

And Tom, well to everyone else he seemed to be the only one without any problems but Smith was his next door neighbour and so he knew better. He heard the yells from the house late at night and noticed how Tom never once talked about his family.

Sadly neither boy was very adept at asking for or accepting/offering help and after one awkward confrontation both boys had agreed that nothing else would be said about the matter, the only positive thing to come from it was their unspoken agreement that Tom could crash with Smith any night no questions asked.

No questions asked. Smith hated himself for agreeing to that. He just had to sit their as one of his closest friends suffered in silence. Unable to say or do anything because he was too weak.

Smith looked down as the blood ran across his arm and dripped onto the tissues in his lap. His breathing slowed as he watched each drop of blood fall, for a few short moments all emotions and thoughts left his mind. The pain of the cut being all he could focus on until his mind was drawn back to the present by the sound of his phone. Using his uninjured arm, Smith picked up his phone and saw the group chat he had with his friends was quickly gaining messages.

Trott: It is insanely hot! I think i’m actually melting

Ross: I’ll say mate! I’m dying here.

Tom: Meh I don’t feel it.

Lewis: That is because you aren’t human. I fucking bet you are even wearing your beanie right now.

Ross: Omg you are aren’t you Tom!

Trott: Tom….

Tom: It is a comfy hat

Trott: You really aren’t human.

Ross: Tom is a robot confirmed

Lewis: Like that is new information

Tom: It isn’t like I am trying to hide it at all

Trott: So what is it like dating a robot Lewis?

Ross: Must be interesting aye Lewis

Lewis: Oh you guys have no idea. Robots can do things with their bodies that humans can not.

Trott: wow very subtle Lewis.

Tom: The sex is very good

Trott: FUCKING HELL TOM

Ross: TOM

Trott: TOO MUCH INFORMATION

Ross: I REALLY DIDN’T NEED TO HEAR THAT

Trott: YOU ARE WORSE THAN SMITH

Trott: I DIDN’T EVEN THINK THAT WAS POSSIBLE

Tom: Why don’t you guys go to the beach or something to solve your heat problem

Lewis: YES BEACH DAY

Trott: BEACH DAY

Ross: BEACH DAY

Lewis: Pack up your shit boys. I’ll start to pick you all up in 20 minutes.

Tom: All of us?

Trott: Awesome!

Ross: Sweet!

Trott: Yes Tom, all of us.

Ross: Including Smith. Even if we end up dragging him out of his house.

Tom: I’m not really a beach person guys

Lewis: Welp shouldn’t of suggested the beach then :)

Trott: We should probably get Smith’s attention before just showing up at his place.

Trott: Also yeah Tom, this is all your fault :)

Ross: :)

Ross: SMITH

Ross: SMITH COME TO BEACH SMITH.

Smith sighed as he read over the messages, including the new ones coming through. There was no way the others would let him ditch.

Smith: Yeah I’ll come. But i’m not swimming.

Ross: Perfect!!!!!!!!! I’m sure I can get you to change your mind about the swimming thing ;)

Trott: I need new friends

Lewis: Get ready guys! I’ll see you all soon.

Tom: Smith I’ll be over in 10, k?

Smith: sure thing. See you all soon

Trott: Cya guys

Ross: Can’t wait. :)

Smith put his phone down and quickly began to bandage the fresh cut on his arm. Happy with his work, Smith slipped a plaid shirt on to cover his arms and his favourite hoodie for extra protection.

Tom kept to his word and showed up on Smith’s doorstep after exactly 10 minutes. The two boys elected to sit on the front step as they waited for their friends to show up.

“To think, the other’s think I am inhuman for wearing a beanie in this weather. Wait till they get a look at you.”

Smith forced laughed at Tom’s words.

“Think I am a bit sick or something mate, feel cold as fuck.”

Tom looked at Smith skeptically, but said nothing.

They spent the rest of their time waiting in silence, both boys thinking about what they had experienced a mere half hour ago. Smith subconsciously tapping at the fresh wound on his arm, and Tom rubbing the fresh bruise on his hip.

It wasn’t long before Lewis’ car pulled up with Trott and Ross in the back. Both boys got up and made their way into the car, Tom going up front and Smith sitting in the back.

“Let’s go to the beach!”

******

“Come on Smith, just take that bloody hoodie off! You are cooking! I can see the sweat on your face!”

Smith wiped his forehead free of sweat.

“What sweat?”

Ross sighed.

“Stubborn bastard.”

Ross mumbled as he laid back down on the towel beside Smith.

They had made it to the beach just over half an hour ago and while Ross had failed in convincing Smith into swimming, Lewis had somehow managed to not only convince Tom to swim, but also take off his beanie much to the shock of everyone.

So Trott, Lewis and Tom were all off swimming in the ocean as Smith and Ross stayed on shore. Ross wanting to spend some time with his boyfriend.

Ross shifted so he was on his side facing Smith, the boy frowning at the sight before him. Smith had his eyes closed and a frown on his face. Sweat poured down his face, he was obviously boiling in that stupid hoodie of his. God his boyfriend was so stubborn sometimes.

Enough was enough. Ross reached forward and grabbed the edge of Smith’s hoodie.

“Ross, what are you….?”

“I’m taking that damn hoodie off of you before you get heat stroke!”

A tussle ensued, the boys rolling off of their towels onto the sand until Ross got the upper hand and managed to pull the hoodie off of Smith arm’s, revealing the long sleeved plaid shirt underneath.

“Unbelieveable! No wonder you are sweating so much!”

Making sure he continued to have the upper hand, Ross pushed Smith fully onto his back and sat on his lap.

Ross reached out, trying to grab the plaid shirt and instead manage to grab Smith’s arm as well. Smith hissed out in pain, quickly retracting his arm from Ross.

“Smith…??”

“It’s nothing. Cat just got me. Nothing to worry about.”

Ross looked down at Smith, concern lacing his face as Smith avoided eye contact. Ross reached out for Smith’s arm again. The boy beneath him tried to struggle, but Ross had him pinned and easily managed to get ahold of his arm. Giving up, Smith looked away as he felt Ross roll back his sleeve and winced at the gasp that soon followed.

“Smith…. Why?.. How…. how long?”

Smith stayed silent, even after he felt Ross’ tears fall onto his own face.

“Smith.”

Taking advantage of Ross being distracted, Smith pushed his boyfriend with all of his strength. Ross easily fell off of Smith and the boy quickly got up and ran away.

“SMITH!”

He ignored Ross’ calls and just ran across the beach.

He continued to run across the sand, until his legs gave out and he fell face first onto the soft ground. Pushing himself into a sitting position, Smith couldn’t help the tears that started to flow down his face. He sat their crying for a few minutes before his noticed someone sit beside him and felt them place an arm around his shoulder.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

Smith heard Ross sigh at his words.

“That is fine for now, but we will have to talk about it Smith. At some point.”

“I know.”

Smith leaned into Ross’ touch and rested his head in the crook of his neck.

“I’m sorry i’m such a mess.”

Ross tightened his hold on Smith.

“Hey no. Don’t apologize. You have nothing to be sorry for. I’m the one who should be sorry. I should’ve noticed you were hurting, that you needed help.”

“You have more important things going on Ross.”

“Nothing is more important than you Smith.”

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