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Write Into My Arms [3]

Characters: f!Reader, James “Bucky” Barnes, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, James “Rhodey” Rhodes, Peter Parker, Hope Van Dyne, Natasha Romanoff, Scott Lang, Wanda Maximoff, Vision, Okoye, T’Challa, Shuri, Clint Barton, Happy Hogan, Dr. Strange, Wong, Bruce Banner, Thor, Amelina Rodrigez (OFC), Carol Danvers, Rocket Raccoon, Groot, Peter Quill, Gamora, Nebula, Mantis and Drax.

Warnings: Language, Angst (mostly in last two chapters), Action (in last chapter) and no Beta (just me and Grammerly up in here)

Word Count: 11,278 :: Pairing: Bucky x f!Reader

This was written for @jewelofwinter’s Writing Challenge!! I also incorporated a prompt for @jaamesbbarnes + @sgtjbuccky’s D&S’ Milestone Celebration!!

Prompt: “Tin Man lost Y/N.” (@jewelofwinter’s prompt) + “Publicly, I agree. Personally, I think it’s chickenshit.” (D&S’ prompt) Bolded in text below. Prompt #1 will appear in the third part while Prompt #2 appears in the second part. The next parts will be posted by the end of this week. All will be linked.

Summary: You’re a small time blog writer who is invited to interview the Avengers. ALL the Avengers.

*Note: Endgame happened - kind of. Steve didn’t go back to the 40s. Tony didn’t die. Natasha got brought back with the Bruce Snap. Bruce is not the Hulk mashup they had going on. Everything else happened. This takes place 3 years after defeating Thanos.*

[PART 2]

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Waking up later that afternoon to Bucky gently shaking your shoulder is...nice.

You open your mouth to apologize for your breakdown earlier but he just gives you a soft shake of his head, sporting a shy smile before yawning.

“Lunchtime,” He rumbles out and it’s a whole lot sexier than it should be. “But eat some of the fruit first and take a couple of aspirin.” His second yawn makes you yawn, but you manage to nod, slipping from under the covers and stretching a little before seeing the banana on the side table. You manage a few small bites before reaching greedily for one of the bottles of water, downing a third of the bottle before reaching for the aspirin. You shake out two pills and toss them back before offering the other water to Bucky who is slipping off the bed to get his boots. He shakes his head ‘no’ before pulling on his right boot. You set it back and finish your water, surprised at the ease of this whole thing between you two now and at Bucky appearing before you, taking the banana from your hand and polishing it off before flashing you a round-cheeked smile.

“Let’s go, chipmunk,” You mutter with a smile before slipping into a pair of flats and heading through the door, the handsome sergeant following behind you with his own smile flirting on his lips, this whole thing making the tired wheels in your mind spin.

Bucky couldn’t like you like you, could he?

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Lunch is served later than usual and you thank Tony quietly when you enter for it. He just gives you a genuine smile before reaching out to squeeze your wrist affectionately.

Your seat is in between Natasha and Hope for this meal, a beautiful salad set before you before it’s swiftly pulled away by Bucky, leaning over the giant ass table. He pushes his plate in front of you while you watch quizzically. He looks at the salad with a tiny hint of disdain before handing it to Steve and heading back to the buffet table.

Looking down at the plate, it’s loaded with food. Fried potatoes, antipasto salad, some cottage cheese, three slices of ham, and a little white frosted cupcake.

“Need something solid,” He remarks as he sits down with his new plate. You nearly start crying again - there is no reason for all of them to be so nice to you. Especially Bucky. “Eat,” Bucky orders around a mouthful of chicken, Sam shaking his head - at what exactly, you aren’t sure.

But they must all be in on it since most of the Avengers are giving you smiles like they know something you don’t but right now, you are simply too tired to care.

“Our space division will be here tomorrow, probably just before dinner,” Tony states loudly, disturbing the soft conversation you were having with Hope about adding the ability to “talk” to ants to her Wasp suit or if she could dare to control wasps since it’s her moniker. You meet his eyes and nod your understanding. “We’ll let you rest up the day after they arrive - they can show you around the ship and take pictures, but I want you to rest as much as possible.”

“I’m not doing anything difficult,” You reason, setting your fork down with a frown.

“But you’re still pushing yourself a little too hard, kid.” Unable to argue, you just tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and pick up your fork to continue eating. “I don’t want you run ragged, okay? Just rest up tomorrow and take it easy the day after and then you can go right back at it.”

“Fine. But I’m only agreeing to this because I don’t think I can win an argument right now.”

“Good.”

“And I’m still going to interview Happy after lunch.”

“Fine,” Is uttered through clenched teeth with a forced smile as Pepper reached over to pat his hand, while Peter grins from beside Pepper.

“It sounds like you’ve been adopted or are close!”

“Adopted?”

“Yeah! Mr. Stark shows his affection in not the usual way. He’s kind of compliments you, then tells you what you can do better. Then he starts to orders you to rest and to stay safe and will keep tabs to make sure you do.” He shoves a whole slice of ham in his mouth while Scott and Wanda both give little shakes of their heads.

“Um, thank you?” You look at Tony who just looks away before shoving some antipasto in his mouth.

“Maybe we just let her and Bucky nap some more?” Shuri sing-songs oh so innocently from the other end of the table by Clint and Vision.

When you look across at Bucky, his cheeks that cute pink you remember for your interview. You feel the heat creep up your neck at this as well, all though your eyes shift from Bucky back to Shuri.

“Well, not everyone can have my good taste. Thank you for lunch, Tony. Pepper. And thank you for the care, Sergeant.” And it takes all the confidence you can muster, but you slide from your seat with grace, taking your cupcake with you, and walk from the room with your head held as high as you could manage while nerves ate at your insides.

I just let that damn teenager rile me up...

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Tracking down Happy is a little more difficult, but by now you aren’t ashamed to ask FRIDAY to help locate people. It’s a big compound.

Happy’s in the garage after an errand run to Avengers Tower and he’s more than a little shocked that he’s included - which in turn makes you a little sad since he’s been with Tony longer than Pepper has.

He tells you of his life before Tony, after Tony, his boxing background and helping Peter navigate superhero duties now that he’s not just the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

“Kid thought AC/DC was Led Zeppelin…” He shakes his head with obvious fondness. “Tony bought him all of AC/DC’s stuff and told him he was gonna quiz him after that.”

“It’s a terribly dad thing to do.”

“After Tony assigned me to look after him, the kid called constantly. ‘A lady bought me a churro.’ ‘When do I get to help Iron Man again?’ But I know Tony picked him for a reason. Tony second-guesses nearly everything he does, but not that kid. Under-roos was a good choice.”

“Un-un-under-roos?” You cackle happily, bending over a little as you laugh and nearly jostling the recorder off your knee as you do so.

“The kid seems to like you.”

“To be fair, Peter seems to like everyone. He’s a very sweet young man.”

“They all do, honey. You’ve brought a lot of normalcy to them in a very short period of time. They won’t say it, but they get attached quicker than they like to admit. And they all like you.”

“There are a lot more interesti-”

“Not to them. They like the normal. They like the wit. They like your enthusiasm...that you can connect with all of them. They’ve been to space. Time traveled. Met a talking raccoon and tree. Trust me, they got interesting.”

“Are you implying I’m not interesting?” Happy looks flustered for a moment, backtracking like his life depends on it while you can’t hold your serious face anymore and burst out laughing. “I’m just screwing with you. I know what you meant, Happy.”

Happy is lightheartedly funny, teasing you more after that, and you make the notation that he’s obviously a very good influence on Tony and Peter. He also tells you he helped Rhodey change the signs from Stark Industries to Stank Industries, which still makes him smile every time he drives into the compound.

You take a break after that, twenty interviews in five days a lot to go over - and in your case, go over and over and then once more, just in case.

Spending the rest of the afternoon and early evening shut in your room as you type and listen, type and go over your notes, type and re-type. This has to be perfect. If you never write another story again, this has to be perfect.

For them. For all they’ve done.

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If she’s not interviewing, she’s writing.

And if she’s not writing, she’s taking photographs - the grounds, the woods, them.

When she’s not interviewing or taking photographs, she’s singing.

It’s soft, always under her breath when around them, like after lunch today when she came to grab some lemonade from the fridge. Sam told him it was an 80s song called ‘Total Eclipse of the Heart’. He mentally added that to the list he’d already compiled in the last five days from listening to her.

It’s a little spaced out, with whole verses skipped when she’s seated on one of the patios, furiously typing and rereading - typing and rereading.

It’s in her normal speaking volume when it’s early morning and she’s seated in front of the windows in her room, scribbling in her notebook or listening to her boss complain on speakerphone about deadlines, hiring decisions, or suggestions on things he knows already that she’s going to ignore.

He hears her softly singing as he heads towards the living room, silence breaking it up every so often, so he knows she’s typing. Part of him wants to go in and talk to her, but he knows he shouldn’t. She’s working and he needs to let her do that. It doesn’t stop the need burning in his chest but he just shoves it down as much as he can, knowing that he’ll see her later.

“You know, that means she likes you too Tin-Man.” Tony’s smirked-riddled words from lunch keep tumbling around in his head. Over and over and over again.

He grabs an empty bowl and some Lucky Charms from the cabinet, filling the bowl to the brim before pouring the milk and settling in at the bar top to eat his cereal. Peter is a few stools down, shoving a brownie into his mouth as Tony and Sam come in, Tony calling out a gruff “Hello freeloaders” to T’Challa, Shuri, Steve, Vision, Wanda, and Natasha who are all seated in the living room, watching Animal Planet. Shuri, Wanda, and Natasha all give him smirks while T’Challa grabs hold of Shuri’s hands, keeping them firmly on her lap while chuckling.

“Whatcha doin’, kid?” Tony asks Peter, stealing a brownie from the giant serving platter in front of the teenager as Peter looks at his phone with a smile.

“Sending some memes to Y/N. To cheer her up.” Bucky nearly drops his spoon into the cereal in disbelief.

“How’d you get her number?” Tony asks, his gaze sliding from Peter to Bucky, a big smile stretching his lips. Asshole.

“I asked,” Peter answers like it’s the most obvious thing in the history of things.

“Well, I’ll be damned. First DUM-E and now the spiderling…” Sam’s voice filled with the joy this revelation begins as Bucky’s voice overlaps his with an edge of shock.

“We can just ask?” Peter looks at Bucky like he’s confused for a second before his phone dings, Shuri appearing and looking over Peter’s shoulder at his phone.

“That’s a good one,” Peter tells her over his shoulder as Shuri laughs.

“That is a good one!”

“Y/N has a wonderful sense of humor,” Vision agrees from across the room, Wanda nodding in agreement.

“She has retained all of her phrases I’ve taught her so far. And sometimes rearranged them to make them humorous. You should just ask her out already, Bucky.” He feels the heat creep up his neck. He saves himself from answering Wanda by shoving a big spoonful of cereal in his mouth but glares at Sam and Tony who are still staring at him with big smiles. Dicks.

“She seems to like you too, Mr. Bucky.” Peter pipes up helpfully.

“Yes, you two looked very cute earlier,” Shuri adds with a wink.

“And the Guardians are supposed to be here tomorrow night, so you need to get in as much flirting time as possible, Mr. Bucky. Thor is coming. And he’s handsome.” When Bucky just stares, Peter clears his throat. “Everyone says so.”

“Everyone,” Natasha agrees as she gets up to refill her coffee cup.

“If Thor doesn’t try to steal her attention then Peter Quill will,” Tony adds loudly, his back to everyone while digging through the junk food cupboard.

“Star-Lord?” Stephen snorts from his spot on the loveseat in the corner. “I hope she’s a lot smarter than that.”

“Nebula said he wore Gamora down…” Tony argues, eyebrows raised as he shoves an oreo in his mouth.

“Well, we aren’t in space and he is in no way the pick of the litter here on Earth. Regardless of what he thinks.” Stephen comes over to steal a cookie from Tony.

Y/N comes down the hall with Wong, talking animatedly, making Bucky throw his spoon at Tony, who drops his oreo.

“What the fuck, Tin-Man?” Tony hisses as he looks forlornly at his oreo before bending to pick it up.

“Hi everyone! Wong told me we’ll be having dinner in the mess hall tonight. Does that mean the Guardians will be here sooner than planned?”

“No, still due tomorrow, but Nebula said it might be around lunchtime when they arrive. Tony, Pepper, and Natasha just want to work out schematics,” Steve pipes up from the couch, shooting you a bright Captain America smile.

“I was thinking,” You begin nervously. “I’m sort of glad Tony is forcing me to take a break. It gives me time to finish up my notes on you all but also gives them some time to recharge and ask you guys about me.”

“I’m glad you’re gonna rest some, imposed or not. Plan sounds perfect to me,” Pepper answers with a bright smile, taking the oreo package from Tony and closing it as he frowns slightly at his cookie loss. Then Bucky sees Peter slip him a brownie. Tony shoots you a wink as he accepts it.

“Good!” You perk up at the acceptance before you and Wong continue to what Bucky assumes is the library.

Scott and Hope walk in with Okoye and Clint, Scott looking excited.

“Thor’s gonna be here soon!” He rubs his hands together as Peter, Shuri and Sam laugh.

“What did I say?” Scott wonders aloud, looking at Natasha as she pats his shoulder once as she returns to her seat on the couch.

“They’re obviously trying to get the White Wolf to make a move before Thor comes. He may have gained some weight, but he’s still very handsome. Funny. Powerful. Pleasing to the eye and ear.” Okoye comments as Scott and Peter nod along eagerly.

Bucky drops his empty bowl into the sink and sulks off to his room.

Would you really like Thor better?

Of course, you would. Thor wasn’t a former brainwashed assassin who still have difficulties remembering his past as a normal person should. He probably doesn’t sit up nights after rough missions and hate that he can still feel the person he used to be. He can offer you charm and laughter and he was fucking royalty. Space royalty!

Bucky was a man out of time with more blood on his hands than any man should, he was a man who couldn’t offer you a lot...all he had to give was his damaged self.

He was just a semi-stable soldier who liked watching your beautiful eyes light up as you get excited about the smallest things and who liked to follow you around to hear you sing - how could he compete when he was possibly up against an actual god?

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It’s after midnight, so it’s mostly cleared out, with the few who are still awake settled on the patio with a few bottles scattered across the glass tabletop, soft words and the soft clink of glass on glass is all you hear from the partially opened patio door as you slip into the kitchen.

You open the junk food cabinet to find the tin of cookies Bucky had gifted you with two days ago is still there (how you don’t know, but you’re thankful) and still half-full of the little sugar cookies identical to the ones you had the other afternoon. He’s so thoughtful, you muse.

You’re almost back to your room with your tin of goodies when it happens.

A loud boom echoes far too close for comfort, making you jump while you clutch the tin to your chest, fighting back a scream. Then you hear the sound of gunshots, your heart rate already rising.

There is nowhere safer to be. There is nowhere safer to be. There is nowhere safer to be! You repeat the mantra in your head as you automatically head towards Bucky’s room at a run.

He’s not here. Panic blooms in your chest as you throw open his bedroom door and find it barren. No. No. No! He’d gone to his room when you had after dinner...where could he be?! You close his door and rush back down the hall towards the kitchen. Kitchens have knives, you reason to yourself. Killers don’t look that often in kitchens, right? Velociraptors, yes. Bad guys, hopefully not so much.

The lights go out as red alarm lights begin flashing overhead, spurring your feet to move faster.

That’s when suddenly you crash into a hard body.

You’re praying it’s Bucky or Steve.

It isn’t.

The man in black tactical gear grabs your arm, forcing you to face the wall before shoving you into it harsh enough to make the precious cookie tin slip from your grasp. You gasp loudly at the pain shooting through your cheek he’d smashed into the wall and at the angle he’s still got your arm in. Your back is to his chest, so you do as Gracie Lou Freebush taught you and SING!

You bring most of your weight onto your right heel, shoving in at the tip of his boot before snapping your head back hard against his face. He yelps out a few expletives while you thank whoever that this dude was just a little taller than you and not Steve or Bucky’s size. You spin around now that you’re free of his grasp and bring your knee up as quick and hard as you can into his groin, hoping that the tactical gear isn’t that thick there, before flattening your palm like Natasha showed you and thrusting it up and into his nose. You fist that same hand and jab at the uncovered skin you can see by his Adam's apple. He doubles over and while you know it’s stupid and cliche, you grab your cookie tin and continue past the gasping man faster towards the kitchen.

When you run into a second body, you decide you’ll try out the whole tossing your foe over your shoulder thing, but then you feel the cool metal against your wrist before Bucky pulls you against his chest roughly. He releases your wrist, metal hand cupping the back of your head and pulling you tighter against his chest.

“Scared the shit out of me, doll.” He breathes against your hair as you cling to him. Safe. He pulls back to look at you and he frowns, eyes running frantically all over you. “Are you hurt?”

“Not really.”

“Where’d this blood come from?”

“I think I broke a guys nose,” Your voice is unsure but Bucky looks proud.

“Good. Good, babydoll. Okay, we gotta get you to the safe room now.” You nod shakily as you pull away, your hand slipping into his easily before your eyes widen. Bucky drops your hand and pushes you behind him, looking at the six men now standing in the hallway, blocking your way to the kitchen and wherever the fuck the safe room is. Bucky looks around before tapping the comm in his ear. “Hall blocked. I’ve got Y/N. Sending her outside to safety.”

Sending you OUTSIDE to safety?! What sense does that make, Bucky!?

“Run for where you saw the 3 bucks,” Bucky orders sternly before grabbing you, throwing open a little hatch in the wall and tossing you through the tight metal shaft.

You scream most of the way down until you land on mostly soft things. You shove your hand down to steady yourself on the - fuck, he threw you down the garbage shute! Climbing through the giant dumpster trough is a feat in itself, only to reach the sides and find them sticky with residue that nearly makes you faceplant back into the dumpster. You manage to wrangle yourself out and shimmy down the side, with only minor scrapes and cuts your sides and hands, trying not to gag at the scent that now clings to you. At least you’re safe...Well, safer. You still need to get to the clearing.

You aren’t sure how many are outside, so you press yourself against the dumpster as close as you can and ease your way around it until you can almost see the corner that will lead you to the patio and the edge of the woods.

But that’s when a man holding what looks like an electrified baton, steps out of the shadows just feet in front of you, teeth gleaming menacingly in the moonlight.

“Well, fuck,” you huff out angrily before searching the ground around you for a weapon.

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“Where’s Y/N? Anyone have eyes on Y/N?” Steve yells through the comms before soft grunts echo through.

“Tin-Man lost Y/N.” Tony’s voice comes in before there is a crackle of lightning right beside Bucky as he exits the house in a mad dash for the clearing.

“Fuck you, Stark. I didn’t lose her, I simply misplaced her. House is clear. Eyes? Anyone?!” He’s sure he’s panting because his chest is so tight with worry. Fuck, he did lose her. There is no answer, which means no one has seen her. Sweet Jesus, please don’t let anything have happened to her...

“All clear on the east side,” Clint’s voice confirms, not easing the worry bubbling inside Bucky.

“All clear on the north side,” Natasha huffs out. Shit. Shit. SHIT!

The clearing is empty, no sounds coming from the forest. NO! Bucky spins on his heel and heads back for the compound.

“The west side is clear,” T’Challa’s voice comes over. “No sign of Y/N, Bucky.”

“Southside is clear. Except for the debris and unconscious dudes,” Scott affirms before adding softly. “No Y/N here either.”

“Alright - everyone spread out and find her. Queens and Bruce can stay out here while Thor, Strange, Wong and Vision all start to round up these morons. Buck, where do we start?”

“I tossed her out the chute by the kitchen and I just checked the clearing and she’s not here.”

“I’m sorry, you what?” Wanda asks, disbelief clear even through the comms.

“He tossed the girl he’s been mooning over for a week down the damn kitchen garbage chute!” Sam chortles while Bucky fights the need to punch something. Anything. Preferably Sam.

Okoye, Shuri, and Natasha all are headed towards where she was last seen when Okoye stops.

“Do you hear that?” The others stop, straining their ears. They hear a few soft grunts followed by a soft “Help” so breathy if they hadn’t stopped they might not have heard it.

Hope and Steve are coming from the opposite direction, all of them looking around before the shouts grow louder.

“Help! Please!” A pause. A cough. “HELP!” Bucky comes huffing up behind Steve, searching you out.

“Doll?!”

Hope is the one who peers down into the open incinerator hole, “Got her!” she yells before Steve jumps down to help you out.

When Hope and Okoye pull you up, you’re beyond relieved but you only manage to get one semi-clear breath in before hands are cupping your face, making you look into relief-filled storm blue eyes.

“Are you alright? Is anything broken? Are you hurt? Doll, answer me.”

“I don’t think anything’s broken,” You answer before feeling the rage you’d felt earlier returning. “You threw me down the garbage chute.”

Bucky tenses at your angry tone. “It was the safest option at the time, sweetheart.” Tony and the rest of the Avengers and Thor come around the corner about this time, your eyes never leaving Bucky’s as you get angrier and angrier.

“You. Threw. Me. Down. The. Garbage. Chute.” You shove his hands from your face. “And safe?!” You wave the baton you’d taken from black tactical uniformed asshole #8. “That asshole,” pointing the baton down towards the hole you’d both tumbled down, with you luckily landing on him to break your fall. “Was waiting out here ready to electrocute my ass into either compliance or peeing on myself, but yeah, I’m sure sticking with a fucking former sniper and super soldier was a bad plan.” Bucky is grinning with relief, he can practically feel it coursing through his veins like a drug. Now, his mind supplies with glee. And Bucky heeds the call, reclaiming the little space you’d put between the two of you, his hands cupping your face before his lips gently meet yours. He can hear you inhale sharply, moving his lips gently against yours.

And for a few moments, you surrender. It just feels so nice. You don’t want it to stop. But the anger reminds you that you could have died from the fall while your brain reminds you that you didn’t. And his lips feel so damn good.

You pull away, taking a deep breath as Bucky looks at you with hope dancing in those blue eyes.

“I need a shower,” You snap, withdrawing further from Bucky and marching back towards the compound’s closest patio. They can all hear you talking to yourself as you leave. “Maybe update beyond a plain chain-link fence? Who the fuck attacks the fucking Avengers compound, huh? Maybe put a stupid cover over the giant ash and fire pit in the ground! Stupid asshole, he’s lucky he broke my fall. What is in my hair?! Can’t believe he kissed me...fucking cookies...”

Pepper and Wanda follow after her while Natasha shakes her head at Bucky.

“A garbage chute, Barnes? And then she fell into the incinerator pit?”

“I didn’t plan it that way! I figured she’d get to the clearing and be safe!” Bucky defends, throwing his hands in the air.

“I thought you were smooth with women back in the day?” Rhodey asks, gesturing from Bucky to where you’d gone.

“You must go and make this right. But you might want to wait a bit since she still had a very firm hold on that stick.” Thor offers with a cheery smile. “I like her already!” Cookies. The thought of her holding that tin so tightly to her chest spurs Bucky to begin searching the ground before heading over to the garbage bin.

“Whatcha doin’, Tin-Man?” Tony asks, hovering to watch him.

“She had her cookie tin when I found her,” He grunts out, shoving the garbage out of the way to see the bottom of the metal bin.

“It’s not in there, Sergeant Barnes.” Vision confirms, making Bucky jump out with a huff.

“You can make her some more as an apology, Buck.” Steve huffs out as he dusts off the ash from the pit.

“Yeah…”

“You’re going to need a lot more than cookies,” Wanda’s voice is a whisper through the comms.

“Why?” Bruce asks, looking at Wong who shrugs.

“Whatever was in the dumpster, it mixed with the ashes and residue in the incinerator and it’s clumping in her hair. Pepper has her in the bathtub, trying to work it out as you would gum, but it’s not all coming out. We’ve got some of it...Maybe Shuri or Bruce can help? Otherwise, Pepper is going to call her hairdresser…”

“Oh shit. Yeah, you’re gonna need a whole lot more than cookies if you’ve fucked up her hair. I know that from experience,” Sam affirms before giving a shiver and heads back to where they tossed all the intruders.

“Best way is to admit you were and are a dumbass, then give her a few of her favorite things...oh, and she liked those chocolate chip pancakes you made - make those!” Bucky groans, looking from Clint - his suggestion is the best, after all - to Steve who is ready to begin doling out orders for cleanup.

“I’m just gonna give her some time. I’ll apologize in the morning. With pancakes and cookies.”

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After Pepper and Wanda try to work the solidified goo from your hair for almost two hours, you give up and just ask Pepper to call her hairdresser.

You didn’t know she’d come right away.

You barely step out of the shower when Wanda knocks to let you know she’s there.

It takes her about twenty-five minutes to cut all the wads from the ends of your hair, the highest luckily only coming a couple of inches up. You had wanted to cut your hair anyways you suppose…

She evens it out beautifully before smothering your hair in a mask as a knock on your door, draws all of your attention to the door. Part of you wants it to be Bucky. Needs it to be Bucky... The other part is hesitant - mostly because now you’ve had time to calm down and think about everything - you had said some harsh things. You had basically rejected him. And it hurt that you did that to Bucky.

The person at the door isn’t Bucky, it’s a nurse to check you over. You have a few scrapes on your hands from the metal edges of the trash bin and a few cuts on your arms and neck from wrestling with your assailant. You have a nasty bruise on the back of your left thigh from landing on it but right now it’s just a dull ache. She adds split lip and an electric-based burn on your forearm to the papers.

“Nothing major, thankfully!” She’s far too chipper for you right now so you just give a little sigh and nod.

After everyone leaves - having to placate Wanda and Pepper several times over that you are alright - you stand there in the middle of the room, bewildered. What do you do now? Is this how they all feel after battles?

You wander over to the desk, looking over the interviews you were working on before the attack, but you can’t seem to settle.

Just like before.

A shiver runs down your spine at the thought.

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Bucky is lying in bed, rubbing both hands roughly over his face while his mind goes over the last couple hours like fucking torturous instant replay.

A groan bubbles up in his throat as he stares at the ceiling.

He knows he’s made things bad but he hadn’t wanted you to see him like that.

Because he had felt more unhinged than he had in a long time...he didn’t know where you were and then someone had hurt you. The rage he had barely contained was let loose the moment he had turned around from shoving you down the chute. The six men were lucky. The man who had limped from the hallway after he finished with the six idiots, was not.

He’s so lost in his thoughts, in his selfishness - he barely registers the knock at his door. Huffing out a breath, he tosses his sheet over to cover his nudity...Steve didn’t seem to care but Sam threw a hissy fit every time he barged into his room and found him naked.

“Yeah,” Bucky calls out gruffly, tossing his flesh arm over his eyes, trying to prepare himself for whatever lecture he was about to receive.

“I don’t want to sleep alone.” He pops up at the sound of your voice, drinking the sight of you in like a thirsty man who had just crossed the desert. “I’m scared.”

His heart breaks. You should feel safe here. That’s all they had to do was protect you and he failed. Miserably. You look so small against the dark wood door, the oversized shirt from before is gone - a dark blue tank top in its place - but those tiny little shorts still there. Those would have been considered underwear back in his day.

You move forward slowly, coming to a stop at the empty side of his bed.

“I’m...um…”

“Naked?”

“Yeah.” She turns her back and sits on the edge of the bed with a soft sigh, perhaps relief? “Okay,” Bucky is standing by the bed in his black boxers, searching your face for what he’d seen earlier, but all he sees is tiredness and tears sitting ready to spill. “Come on.” He eases back into bed, watching as you mimic him.

Bucky can hear you swallow once you’re settled, staring up at the ceiling as he had done earlier. The both of you lie on your backs with a small space between the two of you, the soft breathing the only thing to break the silence.

“I’m sorry for how I acted. You saved my life. I should have been more grateful.”

“I shouldn’t have tossed you down that chute like that. I didn’t - I couldn’t - let you see me do what I did. You’d have been safer if I would have kept you with me.” You don’t reply - not verbally, at least. Your hand finds his under the sheet, gripping it tightly before linking your fingers through his. “I’m sorry about your hair,” Bucky whispers in the dark room, half-afraid to look at you.

“It’s just hair. It will grow back. Maybe I’ll cut it shorter once I get used to this length. I cried a little when Pepper was working on getting it out...seeing chunk and chunk of that stuff on one of those plush white towels...I honestly think it was the whole ordeal that made me cry. The hair was just the kicker.”

Bucky doesn’t know what to say, just squeezes your hand before he feels your gaze on him. Like a siren call he can’t ignore, his eyes meet yours.

“Stop blaming yourself Bucky. You thought you were keeping me from seeing you beat the ever-living fuck from those guys and keeping me safe by getting me out and away from where they all were.” He can hear your voice break as you fight back tears. ��Please don’t take that burden. I’m fine. I’m safe.”

“With me,” Bucky breathes out, releasing your hand for the second time that night, turning on his side before drawing you closer, as close as possible. “You’re safe, babydoll. Okay? I’m a dumbass. I should have done what made sense and keep you close.”

He can feel you chuckle against his chest, inhaling the sweet scent of your shampoo as he idly rubs his cheek against the top of your head.

“You are a dumbass, Barnes.” He sucks in a breath, a tightness already forming in his chest. “But you are an achingly good person, so I’m going to forgive this incident. Next time, I’m not gonna be so lenient.” It’s all mumbled against his chest, your fingers digging slightly into his back as you cling to him like he is doing to you.

“I’ll make you chocolate chip pancakes and cookies ‘til you pop.”

“Mmmhmm,” You hum against his chest, giving a little wiggle before taking a few deep breaths. “Goodnight Bucky, you handsome dumbass.”

“Goodnight, doll,” Bucky waits until he hears your breathing even out before he adds. “Your dumbass, sweetheart.”

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Everyone wakes up to find Steve panicking that Y/N isn’t in her room.

“She’s gone!”

“Calm down, Steve.” Natasha orders, handing Clint his third cup of coffee.

“I checked the surveillance cameras, she didn’t leave the compound,” He rambles. “And I’ve checked the grounds, she isn’t anywhere to be found.”

“Did you ask everyone? Maybe she’s talking to Wong or Bruce or Okoye. Get ahold of yourself, Rogers. A man your age doesn’t need the added stress.” Steve shoots her a glare that clearing has some language undertones.

“Morning,” Tony says brightly, tossing the morning newspapers onto the kitchen bar top and taking a seat.

“Tony, Y/N is missing.”

“Ah. Is she now? FRIDAY?”

“Yes, Boss?”

“Is our little writer still on the premises?”

“Yes, Boss.”

“See? No need to worry, Steve. A man your age could have a heart attack.”

“Oh hardy-fucking-har har,” Steve spits out while Tony grins, just before they all hear a loud gasp.

“Captain!” Shuri has her hand over her heart dramatically. “Language!” Steve throws up a hand.

“One more language or old man joke and someone - or multiple someones - are getting some shield. Understand?” They all fucking snap to attention and salute, T’Challa walking in with a sigh.

“Please say this is for him and not for me.”

“No, it’s for the Captain,” Peter clarifies with a bright grin before schooling his face back to serious.

“Alright then.” Steve nearly snaps when T’Challa joins in, trying to hide a smile as he stands at attention.

“Fine! I’m going to keep looking for Y/N!” And stomps from the room.

“You guys really should have shouted ‘America’s Ass!’ when you snapped to attention,” Scott muses as he heads towards the coffee pot.

“Damnit! Why didn’t I think of that?!” Tony groans out before Natasha slides him a glass of orange juice and smiles over the rim of her glass.

“There’s always later, Tony.”

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“Bucky! Have you seen - AHH!” Bucky shoots up, making sure to angle himself to cover you as he held a gun pointed at the intruder.

“Jesus, pal. Maybe knock next time?” Bucky grumbles out, replacing the gun next to his lamp on his bedside table as he feels your fingers on his bicep. You sleepily peeking around him to look at Steve with murder clearly written on your face is the epitome of too cute.

“I didn’t - I’m sorry - I-I was just looking for -”

“What time is it Steve?” You yawn out, interrupting him.

“It’s, um, 8:30.”

“AM?!”

“Yes.”

“What the actual fuck? I didn’t get to sleep until after 3. Not cool, Rogers.” And you toss yourself back down before reaching up to pull at Bucky’s arm with a little whine at the back of your throat.

“Oh, yeah. I’ll, um, I’ll just go then. See you when you get up.” Even Steve doesn’t understand what you mumbled out, his brow furrowed as he pulls the door closed quietly behind him as Bucky waves him off. Bucky wiggles downward, changing their positions from last night - his face pressed against your collarbone as he feels your fingers slip into his hair, winding his arms around your middle with a sigh of contentment.

You both drift off wrapped up safely in each other again.

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“You find her?”

“Yep.” Steve walks briskly into the kitchen, reaching for his coffee cup.

“Well, don’t leave us hanging in suspense!” Hope chides as Steve adds some brown sugar to his coffee before moving around Sam towards the liquor counter. All eyebrows raise as he pours a healthy amount into his coffee cup.

“She was with Bucky.”

“What?!”

“After what happened last night?!”

“Did the old man finally get laid?” They’re all talking over one another or talking to each other about this development.

“I don’t think she’s gonna have sex with him after that. Maybe she just went in to talk and they fell asleep together. I don’t know. I didn’t get to ask too many questions. She’s not a morning person and running on less than five hours of sleep doesn’t make her any more of a morning person.”

“Well, where are they?”

“She pulled him back down and they went back to sleep.”

“That’s adorable!” Wanda gives a little squeal of delight before adding a dollop of whipping cream to Steve’s cup of Irish coffee.

“It seems the endeavor to bring them together has worked,” Vision expressed, nodding at everyone like they had done a good job.

“He has to ask her out. That’s the goal.” Wong utters as he waits for the tea kettle to warm up.

“Wong’s right. He’s gotta ask her out.”

“Who has to ask whom out?” Thor asks as he struts into the kitchen. “I am glad I came ahead. I got to have some fun before the interrogation.”

“Interview,” Okoye corrects with pursed lips.

“Ah yes, interview. But who is asking who out?”

“Bucky needs to ask Y/N out,” Pepper clarifies, hugging Thor before taking the barstool next to Tony.

“She seemed upset with him earlier this morning.”

“He threw her out the trash chute,” Shuri reiterates.

“Better than a high window. Or into the vacuum of space.” Natasha shoots Clint a look at Thor’s words, which just makes him chuckle loudly before gesturing at the Irish whiskey Steve left on the counter. She rolls her eyes and hands it to him.

“Yes. Very right, Pikachu. But what else can we do? We’ve pushed them together at mealtimes, they’ve napped together - now they’d slept together,” Thor opens his mouth but Bruce just shakes his head and Thor closes his mouth. “Sleep, not sex, Thor. He’s been smiling more, following her around when she isn’t interviewing...maybe we should send them to town for supplies make up an activity to do and then we all bail?”

“What scares me is you are a certified genius…” Shuri utters with a hearty sigh. “This isn’t a Lifetime movie, people.”

“It wouldn’t be a Lifetime movie anyway!” Scott argues, drumming his fingers on the countertop. “We need, like, a ‘You’ve Got Mail’ scenario.”

“That’s not gonna work! They’ve met. They aren’t competitors,” Clint argues back, shaking his head vehemently.

“Okay, everyone gives ONE idea!” Stephen pipes up as he leans against the coffee bar.

“We should go over tropes!” Peter jumps in with the first offer.

“Finally! A good idea!” Shuri agrees with a broad smile.

“Alright, let’s make a list,” Pepper pulls out her phone. “Trope one?”

“Bedsharing. Check.”

“Could we do a sick/injured one?” Natasha asks, looking from Shuri to Peter.

Peter nods seriously. “I’ll allow it.”

“Sending them on a blind date?” Hope offers, smearing butter on her toast as Scott hands her a jar of peach preserves.

“Oh, yes. That could work. Add that please, Pepper.”

“Why are we listening to children?” Stephen looks around the group, hands wide with a universal ‘what’ gesture.

“Cause we are very intelligent. And you aren’t throwing out any good ideas, Strange.” Peter snorts at Shuri’s comment.

“Mutual pining for sure,” Sam adds, cracking open an energy drink.

“Poorly timed confession? When he kissed her?” Okoye slips into the last barstool, Shuri grinning from ear to ear at her addition.

“You know so much, Okoye.”

“It is my job, Princess.”

“Anger born of worry, definitely a possibility for Y/N…” Tony mutters more to himself than anyone else, as he scrolls through his phone, looking at the list of tropes he found.

“Innocent physical contact?” Steve peers over Tony’s shoulder. “Hand holding when they napped.”

“Sleep intimacy.”

“Well, that didn’t seem to help. We just made a list of things they’ve done,” Thor looks at Sam’s can before rooting around in the fridge for a similar one.

“Exactly, Mr. Thor. We need a starting point. They both seem to be sort of dancing around each other, so we have to also go with what they’re comfortable with.”

“Excellent, Spider-Parker. Continue.”

“Just go old school. Send her flowers in his name. She thanks him, he plays along, if he’s smart he asks her out - Done.” Bruce vocalizes, Hope offering him a slice of toast.

“Or…,” T’Challa begins, “We could take them to Vegas, get them drunk and get them married. I have now solved all the future problems they’ll encounter as well. You are welcome.”

“Why not just get them drunk here and since I’m ordained, and you’re a King, we could just marry them?”

“Is this really what we’re going with?” Skepticism is rampant in Pepper’s voice as she sets her phone down, eyebrow raised at Rhodey - who has been remarkably silent in the corner, a guardian of the newly brewed pot of coffee.

“Listen, if he’s not smart enough to see he needs to snap her up, I can’t help the man.”

“I just think he needs a little push,” Wanda expresses as she picks at her fingernail absentmindedly.

“Or we just watch and hope he pulls his head out of his ass,” Stephen mutters, pouring more hot water into his cup with a grimace.

“God, it’ll be another 70 years,” Steve groans, polishing off his Irish coffee.

“We’re talking about Bucky, Steve - not you,” Natasha reasons, patting his forearm and flashing a cocky grin.

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Tony staring down at the marble countertop with his hands on either side of his head with Pepper sitting beside him at the kitchen bar top reading something on her tablet. Bucky is making breakfast - well, more like brunch and a brunch overload at that - pancakes, coffee, bacon, sausage, ham, waffles, and he’s working on eggs when everyone drags themselves back into the kitchen.

“Where’s Y/N?” Shuri asks as she pours herself some juice.

“In the garden,” Bucky answered distractedly before taking a long drink from his black insulated tumbler.

“How is she?”

“She’s been on the phone since she came out of Mr. Bucky’s room,” Peter pipes up happily before walking by Tony and squeezes his shoulder. “Did you guys see she posted the first interview?”

“Who did she post first? Was it me?”

“No, uh, sorry, Sam. She posted Mrs. Pepper’s first.”

“How many times have you read that Tony?” Steve asks, taking his own long drink from his coffee cup as his blonde hair sticks up everywhere.

“Four. He didn’t even tell me until the third time,” Pepper answers for him.

“Five now,” Tony corrects, leaning back in the barstool. “It’s everything I could have wanted.” Natasha takes the tablet from in front of Tony, bracing her elbows on the counter before scrolling to the top and settling in to read. Pepper hands her tablet to Steve as Thor climbs into the seat besides Tony, taking a few waffles from the pile and dousing them with far too much syrup.

“Kid, tell her breakfast is ready,” Bucky orders softly, Peter already out of his seat and out the wood covered patio door before Bucky gets to the word ‘ready’. Repairs to the windows and door the intruders broke will be fixed later today, Pepper confirmed earlier since Tony was distracted, for now, they’re just boarded up.When Peter returns with her, there is just the sounds of Bucky finishing up and soft shuffles as people shift where they’re sitting or standing. Almost everyone is looking down at their devices or eating, which makes you more nervous, he can tell.

Bucky had woken up to an empty bed and his giant tumbler filled with hot coffee sitting on his bedside table, the sweet smell and pale color tipping him off immediately to what his doll has been up to. He didn’t know exactly what she’d put in it, it was different from the other times, not as chocolatey but sweet enough to appease his sweet tooth.

He watches you from the corner of his eye as he carefully plates the two biggest, warmest pancakes onto a plate for you, balancing two pieces of bacon and a couple of pieces of sausage at the top of the plate while you slip into the barstool on the other side of Okoye who had claimed the seat by Pepper.

Bucky carefully slides the plate before you, a silent offering of apology. Even if you’ve said multiple times he doesn’t need to apologize...he knows he has to. You deserve every apology he can muster.

“Morning,” He rushes to say it and it comes out rougher than he planned nearly wincing at his overeagerness.

“Good morning,” You reply softly, “Thank you for breakfast.”

“Of course, doll.” Everyone is trying not to look at the two of you and you both appreciate that.

Tony points to the tablet in Natasha’s hand.

“We need to talk about this later, kid. Wonderful stuff.”

“Really?” She’s beaming, the nerves she had suddenly gone - like a weight lifted from her shoulders. Tony nods as he takes a big bite of sausage.

“Yeah, kid. I love it. I really do.”

“When we get done eating, can Thor join me in the garden please?” Bucky fights the need to tense up at your words, putting a few pancakes on his own plate before adding a heap of eggs, smothering his pancakes in buttery syrup as if every action will somehow prolong the inevitable. But you slept in his bed last night. Woke up wrapped around him. The thoughts don’t stop the jealousy already clawing at his belly.

Thor just looks at you with happiness painted on his features, extending a hand behind Pepper to shake yours.

“I did not think last night was a good time to introduce myself. Thor, Son of Odin and Frigga.”

“Y/N, Daughter of Lily Lee. Pleased to meet you.”

“You as well. I like your hair cut. I know what it is like to have no decision in removing your hair and I am sorry. But it will grow back.” He adds cheerfully, spearing a forkful of eggs. “This is only 8 years worth since that madman on Sakaar shorn me like a sheep!”

“Asgardians hair must grow fast.” Thor bobs his blonde head. “Where is Sakaar?”

“It is a place I would never take a lovely woman such as yourself. It is a prize fighting planet filled with thieves, vagrants, and mercenaries which is ruled by a sexually-deviant man called the Grand Master.” He shoves half a waffle in his mouth, cheeks round as he smiles and points his fork at Bruce. “You remember Sakaar, don’t you, Bruce? Hulk was top fighter there!”

Bucky watches your eyes widen as your gaze falls on Bruce.

“You didn’t mention Sakaar, Dr. Banner.”

“Why-why would I? It’s a terrible planet, like-like Thor said. Plus, I-I was Hulk and don’t remember everything about that time.” Thor and Bruce nod along together, Bucky nearly rolls his eyes at the two. Their sublty and Shuri’s absolutely needed some work.

“Of course. I’m sorry to prod, Bruce.”

“No problem. No problem at all.” Tony is looking at Bruce, confusion written all over his face, who shrugs as soon as you look away.

“Well, I’m going to get my things, Thor. I’ll see you in the garden.” She rises from the seat and puts her dirty plate in the sink, Bruce stuttering out he’ll wash it before her hand falls on Bucky’s wrist. “Thank you again for breakfast, Bucky.”

Now it’s his turn to stutter. “O-of course, doll.”

As you disappear down the hallway, Bucky meets Thor’s gaze, the god smiling knowingly at him.

Asshat.

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Thor starts your interview with a hug, complimenting you on the stories that Nebula shared with him from the many electronic mails that Tony had sent.

“I’m glad you liked them.”

“Oh yes. I think even my brother would have had to admit they were well written.”

“How is your brother?”

“I have seen him but twice on my travels with the Guardians. But he seems well. He is not the brother I lost to Thanos, not as mature, he is more Trickster...but he seems to avoid getting himself into too much hot water.” He sighs, absentmindedly stroking his beard. “I suppose I am just happy he is alive and well. I dare not ask for more.” You pat his knee as you nod.

“We can’t change our family. But the family you found is always here and welcoming.”

“Of course. I am very grateful for such a family.”

“May we begin?”

“Yes. Let us begin.”

“What was it like growing up on Asgard?”

“Beautiful. Peaceful. Even when we were being trained to be warriors, there was still joy in me. I was always happy to protect Asgard.”

“It’s been mentioned to me by others that you are actually not the King of Asgard as many news agencies constantly report.”

“No,” He gives a little chuckle as he looks over the roses. “No, I am not King of Asgard. I never wanted to be. Loki should have been King, he was more for politics and intrigue and silver-tongued words. I am a warrior. It is that simple.”

“Is it?” Those electric blue eyes bore into you, brows furrowed slightly. “‘Cause you let your home planet be destroyed to protect your people. You ferried quite a few Asgardians who were flung across the cosmos back here to live with their own people. I’d say that’s more than just a simple warrior.”

“You flatter me, my lady.” You laugh at his words.

“I’m not terribly into flattery, so you won’t be getting any more of that from me.”

“Noted,” He remarks, his serious face being held for only a few seconds before it breaks into a wide smile that reminds you of the sun. Did his mother ever look at him as a baby and think ‘this is Thor - my little god of sunshine’? You’d bet a fair amount of money she did.

“Things on Asgard were medieval-ish in terms of the way you spoke, the way you dressed...yet you were far more advanced than even we are now. Probably more than we will be in a hundred years. Why visit us so long ago, when we were far less advanced than now?”

“You were a simpler people. Not stupid, but not quite ready to dream of going out into the stars. All of the cultures we visited were so different...good medical knowledge, fairly good at outlining the stars, planets, and constellations, all very clean and focused on the betterment of their people. And then I believe it was the Dark Ages and you lot seemed to take a few dozen steps backward. Like you had all, as one, forgotten the hard-earned knowledge of your forebearers. We did not come back for a great many years after that. But you have relearned most of what was lost. Wakanda seems to be the best because of it, seeming to have lost the least amount of knowledge over the centuries.”

“Have you read any of the Viking mythology?”

“Tony has made a few mentions of it during our time together, but I did not understand all of his references.”

“Viking mythology is quite different from Asgardian fact. You are the oldest legitimate son of Odin, so you would still be King. Loki is still a Frost Giant raised as an Asgardian. But Hela is not your sister, Hela is Loki’s daughter - well in some versions. He - um - in a certain story,” You wiggle a little on the bench under his intense, but friendly gaze. “Turned into a mare and let himself be impregnated by an Asgardian stallion. He then gives birth to a nine-legged horse that Odin uses named Sleipnir.”

Thor bursts out laughing, deep, rich and from his belly as he slaps his hand on his knee a few times before taking a deep breath and wiping away a few tears.

“Oh! You MUST send me more of these stories! They are wildly inaccurate and very, very amusing!”

“What’s your favorite thing about Earth?”

“Besides these stories I have just learned of? I enjoy the clothes but dislike the lack of armor. I like coffee! I add a little bit of Asgardian mead to mine to make it more enjoyable. I enjoy the fact that you are all so resilient. Most of you so willing to do what’s right, you just act upon that need - it is quite endearing. Selfies! I have become quite good at taking selfies with people! You all also opened your planet to me and my people when we were in need. I also enjoy those Oreo cookie things that Quill packs onboard that I steal and share with Rocket and Groot.”

Another snack thief… You make a note under Thor’s name, before adding Oreos just under it.

“You left New Asgard to go travel with the Guardians. Is Quill still the leader?”

“Yes. Of course.” You giggle at his face.

“Your mouth says yes, but your eyes don’t seem to agree!”

“You have a lovely laugh. And I suppose I am used to being the leader or, at least an equal to the leader, and 3500 years of that is a hard thing to break. I will call it a toss-up on most days.”

“Thank you for that compliment, Thor. Are you a morning or a night person?”

“I like all times of the day, but I do enjoy sleeping in when I can.”

“What would happen if you summoned lightning and I was holding onto Stormbreaker at the time?”

“You would not be able to wield such a weapon, little one. But you have nothing to fear, I would not let any harm come to you - lightning or attempting to wield Stormbreaker. The lightning would simply go where I wanted it to and I would be wielding the ax, so no harm would come from you hanging onto it.”

“How do you deal with all the loss you’ve had in the last fifteen years?” Thor gives you a sad smile.

“One day at a time, as do we all. I have very much to be thankful for, so I think of that often when I feel weighed down.”

“Do you take fruit from Tony’s farm when you go into space? Have you tried giving them space fruit?”

“Yes, Tony has had some. As well as Rhodey. I am not sure the others have tried any. I should bring a few big crates for them to try next time we come to visit!”

“Would you like to tell me more about your family and growing up?”

“What else would you like to know, little rose?” You cover up the shock at the nickname with a bright smile, nodding eagerly before flipping to another page of questions you have for him.

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You’re all about to sit down when FRIDAY announces that the Guardians are about to land on the east side of the compound. You snatch up your camera, which had eerily reappeared in your room this morning, from the kitchen counter and run outside to snap a few pictures of the landing.

Meeting “The Space Division”, as Tony lovingly refers to them, is amazing!

Carol is funny, sarcastic and a bit dry, she immediately reminded you of a lot less weighed down version of Tony. Maybe a mix of Tony, Wanda, and Clint. That thought gives you a little concern.

Nebula glares as you extend your hand before giving a little huff and shaking it roughly. You don’t mind, Tony and Thor have warned you she was rough around the edges. You give her your warmest smile and allow her her space afterward.

Gamora gives you a firm handshake, sizing you up before offering a tight smile. “Don’t mind the idiots too much, I’ll help keep them in line for the questioning.” She says softly before dropping your hand and stepping aside.

Thor wraps his arms around you in another hug, tighter than the last, before pulling back to introduce you to Groot and Rocket. You manage a thank you as he releases you, seeing Bucky come into your line of sight behind Thor, you smile again - this one just for him since he looks a little glum.

“These are my very good friends, little rose. Tree and Rabbit,” His voice is filled with pride and glee, so you try to school your face when he calls Rocket a rabbit.

Groot shakes your hand and smiles wide, “I am Groot,” falling easily from his mouth as he beams down at you.

Rocket perches up by Groot’s elbow to shake your hand afterward, “I’ll be translating for him during your interrogation thing.” You thank him profusely as Thor gives a little frown beside you.

“Interview, friend.”

“Right. Right.” Rocket agrees with a little shrug before a giant wall of muscle stands before you - shirtless.

“I am Drax the Destroyer.”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” You pause. “The writer.” He nods as if the title is exactly what he needed to hear before yanking your hand away from your side and giving it a few firm shakes before dropping it and moving to the left.

“This is Mantis. She knows she is hideously ugly, so there is no need to bring it up again.” Your brows furrow at Drax’s summation as you look at the woman before you. She isn’t ugly. At least not here on Earth.

“Hello, Mantis, nice to meet you.” She keeps her hands clasped together lightly before her, giving a nod at you instead

“Don’t mind Drax. His vision of beauty is horribly skewed,” A male voice says from behind Drax, pushing him out of the way to reveal a nice looking man in red leather who has plastered on his most charming, boyish smile as he extends his hand. “I’m Peter Quill, you may know me as Star-Lord.”

“Of course,” You answer brightly as his other hand comes up to clasp tightly around the hand he still has a hold of, stepping a little closer as he does so.

“You have beautiful eyes,” He begins before Steve clears his throat loudly to your right.

“Lunch?” He reminds in a tone that leaves no room for argument. Bucky appears at your side like magic, offering his arm as he stares ahead. You gently slip yours through it, setting your other hand on his forearm. Thor is holding the door open and smiles brightly at you, blue eyes nearly electric with the light shining in them. Bucky gruffly thanks him before escorting you to your seat, which is opposite the Guardians. Bucky makes sure you’re settled before he takes his seat beside you, with T’Challa on your other side.

Lunch passes much like the first dinner you had with the Avengers, with you recording and feeling a bit like an interloper, but at the same time more comfortable in the group. The Avengers really help you not feel like the odd man out, and it does seem to ease something in Carol and Nebula as they interact with you. Quill and Thor keep smiling overly friendly at you, Bucky’s arm landing on the back of your chair about halfway through dinner. T’Challa says something to him in isiXhosa that nearly has Bucky sputtering into his wine, making you pat his back roughly before rubbing a few circles as you make sure he’s okay.

“Fine, doll. Just fine. Sometimes T’Challa’s humor throws me off.”

Dessert is individual layered desserts with cookies on the side and you nearly squeal when you see the homemade sugar cookies on your plate with the colored sugar on top. You bite into one eagerly, making a little noise at the sound, a chuckle sounding to your right as Bucky watches your happy little wiggle.

One of the things you learn quickly is that Nebula doesn’t talk much, and when she does, it’s blunt. Quill, on the other hand, talks a lot. Especially about himself. Which you don’t mind - just look at your chosen profession - but it’s cocky and you aren’t one for this ego-boosting performance. Especially overly dramatic, long-winded ones... Rocket is rolling his eyes at the story Quill is telling, his hand miming talking while he mouths ‘Blah, Blah, Blah’. Then Quill throws one of his cookies as Rocket, who ducks and it hits Groot - and while you’re sure he’s physically fine, the look in his eyes is one of betrayal and you pick up your unused soup spoon and throw it at Quill. He looks more startled than anything at the turn of events, rubbing his chest where your spoon hit.

“Don’t worry,” Drax shouts as he shovels in the last of his dessert. “He does not have sensitive nipples!” You try desperately to smother your laughter with your hand but fail for the most part.

“Good to know,” Clint replies for you further down the table as Bucky leans over to whisper in your ear.

“No one needed to know that, doll. And that was a hell of a shot with the spoon.” You turn to face him, foreheads almost touching.

“Did you doubt my spoon throwing skills, sir?”

“Haven’t come across a spoon thrower…” He rumbles out, smiling so wide his eyes are wrinkling on the sides again.

“So that makes me all the more impressive. I mean, you are over a hundred years old…” He leans back a little, hand over his heart.

“Ow. Bringing my age into it, doll? Rough.”

“Don’t be such a baby. Sam brings up your age constantly.”

“Does he? I ignore him most of the time…”

“No you don’t, you old fogey!” Sam hollers from a few seats down, making you laugh again. Tony leads all of you into the lounge, complete with a fully stocked bar. Bucky brings you a dirty Shirley Temple before sitting beside you with a big glass full of whiskey, Thor making himself comfortable on your other side.

He regales you with stories from his journeys throughout the nine realms, about his brother and his friends the Warriors Three. You listen to a particularly suspenseful one, Steve smiling as he leans against the bar edge a few feet away, your hand shooting out to grab onto Bucky. You miss the shocked expression when you grab his knee, squeezing it before you sputter out an embarrassed apology.

“I was - I’m sorry - I just - I was so caught up in the story…”

“It’s fine, doll. Startled me was all since I was talking to Stevie is all.” He pats the hand that was just squeezing his leg, his small smile comforting. Thor coaxes your attention back to him, finishing the story with gusto.

About two hours later you’re excusing yourself off to bed, saying you’d like to get better pictures of the outside and inside of the ship before you start the interviews. Quill eagerly agrees, offering to give you a tour until Rocket makes what you assume is a crude comment under his breath since Quill tries to kick him before flashing a bright, flirty smile at you.

You don’t see Bucky glaring menacingly at him, standing at his full height just to your left as you say your goodnights. When you turn to wish Bucky sweet dreams, his face is normal - his eyes even softer than usual as he wished you sweet dreams in return.

You don’t hear the sound of a whip Sam makes but you hear a few soft grunts just before the door clicks closed behind you.

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Summary: Violet is a blossoming filmmaker with her own demons. When man of the night Taeyong comes into her life, she realizes that demons are very much real. She will have to endure the consequences of trusting the one person she should’ve steered clear from.

Genres: Romance, A Pinch of Smut, Fluff for Days, Comedy, Drama, Angst, Thriller, Horror, Fantasy

Cast: Taeyong, Yuta, OC (the bad bitch that you’ll get to know as Vi)

WARNING: Mentions of Sexual Assault, Death, Language, Alcohol, Addiction, Violence (this writing in no way represents the members mentioned, all events are fake).

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CD 1: Intro - Track 1 - Track 2

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Two months later

My younger sister Janine and I met up with Hani at the mall for some milkshakes. Janine recently moved back from North Carolina while her ex-husband Joaquin was deployed overseas. Janine and I had been settled in an apartment in Sunset for two weeks now. She rubbed her six-month pregnant belly in comfort. Janine and her ex were intent on raising the kids together in their own way. It was the most functional breakup I’d ever seen.

Janine pushed some of her shoulder length brown hair behind her ear. “So tell me something juicy.” She looked amusingly at our friend. “Hani?”

Hani shook her head. “Nada on my end.”

I sipped my strawberry milkshake. “Actually. I do have something to share with the class.”

Hani looked at me in concern. “Are you sure?”

“It’s not like we ever dated, Hani.” I felt the teeniest pang in my chest.

Janine’s light brown eyes were more alert. “What? Dated? You? Who? Why am I now just hearing about this? You bitch.”

“Your spawn can hear you, Janine.” I dipped a french fry into my shake. “I met someone one night at BOSS. It was...two months ago.” We met at the end of July and now it was the start of October. And based off of Janine’s response, she could tell I wasn’t fucking around.

This was a surprise for everyone, actually.

“Tell me everything! Do not leave a single detail out,” my sister urged.

I started. “His name is Taeyong.”

I gave Janine the Sparknotes version of the night Taeyong and I met. She consumed her cheese fries in rapid succession. It was like I never lived so upon hearing about my hookup of the century, I dared not spare a single detail.

“Have you guys kept in touch?” Janine asked cautiously.

I fiddled with my napkin. “Just for the first month. But after that...it’s been silent. I think he got busy.”

Janine and Hani gave each other a look.

“Oh…” Janine started.

“You don’t have to put on an act. We know you’re upset,” Hani replied.

I blew a strand of hair away from my face. “It’s not that bad. He’s just a handsome stranger I had the pleasure of sucking face with.”

“Vi?” Janine offered.

“Yeah?”

“Forget about him. A guy like Taeyong may seem promising at first glance but it’s not the whole story...”

“She’s right.” Hani added as her phone went off. Her eyes widened as she read her text. “Oh, yes! Ready to kiss Taeyong goodbye?” Hani possessed a different kind of fire in her eyes at that moment.

“Sure?”

“You’re coming with me on a double date,” Hani said.

Janine gave me a playful shove. “You should go! It’s exactly what you need!”

I said, “Hani, I don’t think that’s-”

Hani stopped me. “Vi, it’s just one date. It won’t hurt. If it blows, I’ll owe you a mani-pedi. But it won’t because I have good taste.”

Janine and I frowned at each other. I said, “Hani, I swear if he ends up being a creep-”

“Are you considering it?” Hani looked amazed that I hadn’t shut down her invitation right away.

I was, actually. I hadn’t thought about dating since Taeyong left me on read. BOSS was always busy and I was working on my film for the Nakamoto International Film Festival (NIFF). I was down to filming the last couple of shots with my cast and crew. Taeyong seemed to have moved on. Why couldn’t I?

I asked, “When is it?”

“Friday night,” Hani sang in an operatic tone.

I slapped her arm. “That’s two days away!”

“Why do you think we came to the mall today?” Hani laughed wickedly.

The night before my date, I dreamed about Taeyong again. We were in his car on the beach. The night was pitch black. We were in the middle of an intense battle of tonsil hockey. His mouth alone possessed a lot of talent. I would never forget that. He left traces upon traces of kisses all over my arms, back, face, and I nearly let him kiss all over my legs before I pushed him away so I could kiss him all over.

The dream flash forwarded to us engaged in a staring contest. He was in the driver’s seat, his elbow propped against the window and just “getting a good look at me”. I had my hands in my lap, fiddling like I’ve never fiddled before. Then, we got out of the car and ran out into the water and splashed each other. We were soaked and our kisses were salty.

I looked away from him for a second and when I turned back, there were bodies all around him, blood running down their necks as they held on for dear life. I screamed, looking up at Taeyong. Dark streams of blood poured out of his lips. He smiled fondly at me like we were about kiss again. Like the bodies weren’t even there. But then his irises turned red and he lunged at me.

I shot out of bed in a cold sweat and breathed heavily. It was still dark outside. I checked my phone to see that it was five thirty in the morning. I groaned into my pillow.

For the first time in a while, I didn’t want to go back to sleep. I turned on my bedside lamp. I got out of bed and checked off a day in my Minions wall calendar. My mood lightened a little at seeing what was coming up in my schedule. Distractions were everything to me.

Tomorrow night was the Thorne Gala: a celebration of young filmmakers from all over the country. The Thorne Association would be kicking off the annual Nakamoto International Film Festival (NIFF).. I was competing in the Short Film in Drama category. All kinds of legendary filmmakers were attending the gala tomorrow, some even coming all the way from South Africa, Japan, and Russia. The finalists will attend NIFF. And the kicker: NIFF was in Sunset this year.

Even so, the excitement over the competition couldn’t quell these unsettling feelings over Taeyong. I’d never dreamed about something so brutal in my life.

I rubbed my hands over my face. Why did I let him get in my head? It wasn’t like we ended on bad terms or anything. We were just friends. Emphasis on the were.

During our month of flirtation and friendship, he messaged me through HowRU, the international messaging app. Taeyong told me about work and how he received more songwriting and producing opportunities. I told him about the contest and how I was on the verge of a mental breakdown. He talked me down with encouraging words and even sang me to sleep. He had a soft voice. His speaking voice sent me in a trance but his singing voice? That was something else.

Now and then, we’d tell each other how we wished we’d stayed together that night.

It seemed like we were growing closer, regardless of the distance. He told me he was coming back to the States but he never said when. And then by week five, he stopped replying to my messages. After a few days of being annoyed and in denial, I took the hint.

We were how many miles away from each other? We were on separate days for the most part. So naturally, we were bound to drift apart. I just didn’t expect it to be so soon.

I could deny it all I wanted but something about Taeyong was off. Once the lust took a backseat, I vividly recalled how things went down that night at BOSS. He commanded such power and authority. He talked down that belligerent Baekhyun and got a hold of him. I still couldn’t understand how he did that. Taeyong may have been well-built but he was slender and of average height. Like Baekhyun. Neither man appeared to outmatch the other. I didn’t expect Taeyong to do so much with a mere movement of his hands.

I still wondered what he whispered into Baekhyun’s ear. It was like he commanded him and controlled his next move.

And then there was my ring.

I dreamed about Taeyong returning my ring. He claimed he found it on the ground. But I wasn’t sure about that now. My dream shifted to Taeyong slipping the ring out of my finger without my realization. When he gave me his credit card.

But that was impossible. Why would he do that? Why am I dreaming about something that didn’t even happen?

I was stressing myself out over someone I was never going to see again.

Maybe my latest dream was the final push in that direction.

I put some of my clothes into the dryer before I went downstairs to the mail slots. I had my earbuds in and played “I Want to Hold Your Hand” by The Beatles. As I walked out the front door, a man about my age came from the elevators.

Soaked from the rain, he wore a navy blue rain jacket. This was a man who embraced the words beautiful and handsome simultaneously. He wore ripped black jeans that exposed parts of his muscular tanned legs. I didn’t think I would ever find ripped jeans attractive on a guy at this point in my life but here I was, blatantly planted at my front door and wanting the moment to pass slowly.

The tips of his red orange hair were soaked from the rain. Droplets fell down to his cheeks. He had a very stoic expression on his face, his cheekbones striking and lips plump. His lithe frame made him deceivingly delicate when odds were he wasn’t. A full-fledged anime character with profound brown eyes. Everything about him was sharp : his movements, his body, and his expression.

He noticed me staring and his eyes pierced mine. The moment came and went quickly. He simply nodded before he entered the apartment across from mine.

“Well that just happened,” I whispered to myself. Janine and I were no longer the new kids on the twelfth floor.

I went downstairs to find that my Rilakkuma pillow arrived. I did what many would describe as the unholiest of bad dances. I heard a chuckle from behind me and I whipped my head around to the mail room entrance and saw no one.

Back in the apartment, Janine was up and eating some Honey Nut Cheerios at the kitchen island.

“Hey, single lady...embrace the status while you have it because tonight…can mean that your dry spell is over,” Janine teased.

“Let’s not hold our breath.” I set my package down by the door and grabbed a banana off of our fruit bowl.

“Oh yeah, which reminds me, we have a new neighbor!” Janine yelled.

I blushed. “Yeah, I saw him.”

“He just moved in yesterday. His handsome friends helped him bring up boxes and a lot of instruments. A musician.” She swooned.

“Someone sounds smitten.”

“Are you kidding? No man is on my radar right now. I was thinking of him for you.”

I laughed. “Knock it off.”

“Make me,” Janine prodded.

“Let me just get through tonight before we start going door to door to get me laid.”

Janine took my quip and twisted it. “So that’s not out of the question, then? Because I say we start with boy across the way tomorrow and then work our way down to the violin player on the fifth floor if things go south tonight.”

“My sister: the optimist.”

“Pessimism is in our blood, hermana. The sooner we accept that, the better.” She got up to wash her bowl at the sink.

Our dad called to check up on us as he did on a daily basis.

“Hey, pops!” I said.

“Violeta! We have a special VIP coming tonight. You sure you can’t make it? It might be one of those celebrities you like so much.” My dad took a lot of pride and joy in his work, which made me very happy for him.

I raised my eyebrows at that, though. I’ve already had enough excitement at BOSS for a while. “Sorry, dad. I have a date.”

“It’s okay, sweetie. I...Wait.”

“Papá, it’s cool. It’s a double date with Hani. Remember her?”

Janine snickered very loudly over the running tap water.

“I’m gonna have to speak to Hani if she wants to keep her job,” Dad muttered.

“You’re bluffing.”

“It depends on how nice this boy is to you. If he doesn’t treat you right, Hani can redeem herself by sending me his home address. If it goes well, the same conditions apply.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. Hani usually stays away from the criminals.”

“Usually?”

“Well, dad, would you look at the time? I gotta go. Good luck tonight. Let’s have dinner with Janine and her buns on Sunday.”

Janine laughed at my play on “buns in the oven”, which was much appreciated.

“Okay. But you better keep me posted. I want pictures and contact information,” Dad demanded.

Hani and I walked out of my building’s elevator to meet our dates. There was a Bugatti in the pickup area in front of the lobby.

Hani squeezed my arm. “Let’s go.” Pulling me with her, she ran out to the car where the driver and passenger were getting out.

Both men were real lookers so I wasn’t going to be disappointed over who was Jinyoung. The shorter of the men had distinct catlike eyes and a boyish charm to him. The taller of the two had a regal aura that made me wonder if Korea did in fact have a monarchy. His mind seemed to be elsewhere as he looked off into the distance. And...I couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was about him that reminded me of Taeyong.

But it was there.

“Kim Minseok. Park Jinyoung. This is my best friend Violeta Luna. She goes by Violet or Vi or woman of your dreams. Vi, this is Minseok,” Hani linked arms with the man with cat eyes. “He and I have been friends for a good minute and we just thought we’d take you two kids out for a good time.”

“You two know each other?” I asked Minseok and Hani.

Hani replied, “Duh. I wouldn’t set us up with randoms. Jinyoung is verified not to murder you and leave you in a ditch.”

Minseok smiled as he elbowed spacey Jinyoung to be present. “Junior and I work together at his father’s company. I’m here to see that Jinyoung Senior will have grandkids. Especially since Jinyoung’s been on the rebound.”

Jinyoung, realizing he’d been exposed, smacked him. “Minseok.”

I gave Jinyoung a pointed look. “Rebound?”

Jinyoung stammered. “I-It’s nothing. I just...got out of a relationship.”

“It’s been a month, Jinyoung,” Minseok said, “You gotta get back out there.”

This sounded like a conversation that should’ve taken place before coming here.

Hani laughed nervously. This was going to be a long night.

After an awkward car ride where Hani and Minseok tried to get Jinyoung and me to start talking, we arrived at a nightclub called Point 127. It was pretty brand new if I had to guess. My dad and I always kept in the loop for up-and-coming clubs and bars and Point 127 was a mystery.

There was a long line to get into the club and one thing I noticed off the bat was that a lot of people got turned away. The bouncer was slender and very attractive. I wondered how he could hold his own. Bouncers were usually more built. They could break my wrist with a simple flick.

But this guy? He seemed as fragile as a Pocky stick.

Jinyoung led us to the front of the line and I could hear complaints in at least five different languages. He quickly muttered into the bouncer’s ear and the bouncer nodded. He looked at Hani and me in particular and licked his lips. I frowned as he lifted the rope to the entrance and let us through. I never wanted to see him again.

The club was happening. It was a two-story nightclub. The main dance floor was on the first floor where couples were becoming one before my very eyes. The second floor was enclosed with railings that people can look down from as the dance floor was the main stage. There were two bars: one on the first floor and the other on the second. The lounge sofas looked to be made of red velvet cushions.

The explicit music was nearly deafening as the DJ played from upstairs. The strobe lights were mainly red. I felt like I was among devils.

Minseok and Jinyoung went to get some drinks. A couple at the lounge table beside us was engaging in major public displays of affection. The man was sucking really hard on the woman’s neck.

My head started to hurt and I blinked a couple of times. Instead of seeing a make-out session like before, I saw something else.

It was like I was seeing everything that had been concealed from me until that very moment.

The man was drinking the woman’s blood. The red liquid was dripping down her neck and onto her satin red dress. It was almost like the blood would blend in with her dress and no one would be the wiser if they left the club right then and there. He was making loud grunting noises and she was moaning in pure euphoria. She hugged him tighter. He maneuvered her like a rag doll, like she weighed nothing.

I looked away to the dance floor where I saw more of the same thing. A woman licked her partner’s blood that was dripping down to his collarbone and met him with a kiss. The blood stained both of their lips now and they laughed. Another man was taking turns taking the blood out of two women he was dancing with. The women were laughing and twirling around like it was the Fourth of July on a sunny day.

“Hani,” I demanded, “Are you not seeing this?” I waved my hands around.

Hani turned to me. “What’s going on?”

I nodded over to the couple as an example and waited for Hani to freak out with me.

She frowned. “Violet, don’t be a prude.”

“What?”

“Couples hook up. Sometimes in public. It happens.”

“Hani, that man is drinking that woman’s blood!” I exclaimed.

Hani whipped her head back to me. “Vi…”

“Wait, you don’t see it? The blood on her neck? The blood on his lips? Nothing?” I felt a pang in my chest and felt really alone at that moment.

She shook her head. “Are you okay? Have you been taking your meds?”

I nodded. “Yes...And I’m fine, even though someone’s getting the life sucked out of them right over there.”

Hani was about to reply when the men returned. Minseok stood there with a tray of eight shots in hand. Jinyoung and Hani spoke for a moment and I had no idea what they were saying. He surprised me when he put his hands on her shoulders and looked her dead in the eye. He muttered something and she nodded. They sat back down.

Jinyoung then sat in between Hani and me. “What did we miss?”

I was stunned silent when there was blood on the corner of his lips.

Minseok sat on the other end beside Hani and they did a love shot. He whispered in her ear and they left us to dance.

She left me. Unbelievable. When I was with an apex predator?

“Love shot?” Jinyoung asked as he held up two shot glasses.

I shook my head, scared shitless. What was I supposed to say to him? Um, Jinyoung why did you bring us to a vampire nightclub?

And how the fuck is there even a vampire nightclub?

“So Violet, here’s the situation...My ex is here.” Jinyoung said as he licked the corner of his lips to remove any trace of blood. It was as if I wasn’t supposed to notice.

In fact, I believe I wasn’t supposed to be aware of anything that was going on here.

“Oh...” I said. What the hell did that even matter?

“And the truth is...I brought us here because there was a chance we would see her and I could make her jealous. I’m still in love with her, you see.”

”Okay...”

“I’m sorry if you thought anything would come of this. I’m a Grade A asshole but I own it, at least. So, come on. Let’s go dance.” He got up and stuck his hand out for me to take.

I didn’t get up.

Jinyoung sighed, surprised that I wasn’t cooperating. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want to dance,” I mustered.

Jinyoung sat down again, even closer to you. He bumped his thigh with yours. “Violet, I know we just met but please...I’m going to need you to cooperate with me if this is going to work.”

“I don’t owe you anything,” I shot back at him.

Jinyoung’s casual demeanor shifted and the desperation and something else came out full force. He rubbed his hand over his face.

He surprised you by grabbing your chin and making you look at him. “You’re going to be a good girl and do as I say. You will dance with me and I will dip you. Then I will fuck you in a corner in front of Olivia.”

He said all of this like a command.

“Jinyoung, what the fuck? Get your hands off of me!” I tried pulling away but he had a strong grip.

He continued, “I will fuck you in front of Olivia and you will scream so loudly that the music won’t be able to block it.”

“You are not going to fuck me,” I said. “Like hell.”

Jinyoung faltered and looked at you in confusion. “How are you-”

Why was he so shocked?

He groaned in frustration and took his hands off of me. “I guess we’ll go with Plan B.”

He quickly got up and returned with Minseok and Hani. That was when you noticed the vacant look in their eyes. They were like robots: mindless and complacent. Jinyoung got behind Hani and embraced her. He smiled at you as fangs sprouted out of his teeth.

“If you don’t comply with my demands, Hani is going to be my late night snack.”

Jinyoung exposed Hani’s neck. He inched his teeth closer to it. Close enough to graze it.

“No, please! Stop!” I yelled.

He laughed. “Dance with me, then.”

“Don’t you dare touch her again,” I said as I could feel myself shaking.

“Fine,” Jinyoung said as he released Hani from his grasp. Hani stumbled but Minseok caught her. That was strange, considering he had done nothing for her until then.

Jinyoung offered you his hand. I took it and could feel his slimy skin. Contrary to what I’d read about vampires, his skin was warm.

He led me to the dance floor and I knew who Olivia was when I saw her glare at us. She was drinking with her friends at a lounge pretty close to us. She was sizing me up the entire time. I would’ve been annoyed had there not been a fucking vampire threatening me.

“It’s working.” Jinyoung was giddy.

“Chantaje” by Shakira and Maluma was on as Jinyoung pulled me closer to him. I was on the verge of tears.

How could I have been so alone? Hani was nowhere to be found. She wasn’t herself. Jinyoung must have manipulated her somehow. And Minseok was in on it. How could I have been so stupid? Why didn’t I run with Hani when I had the chance?

Why did I say yes to this stupid double date? The worst that was supposed to happen was that he didn’t like SHINee.

I swayed my hips, hoping to no avail that Jinyoung wouldn’t get too close. He grinded on me right away. I could feel his member grow as he moved himself against me from behind. I stiffened.

“I’m not that repulsive, am I?” He demanded into your ear as he pulled you to him.

I didn’t answer.

He spun me around to face him and tilted my chin up to look at him. “Be a good little girl and give in, Violet. I know you’re fighting what you really feel.”

He pulled me in for a kiss and I shut my eyes, ready to block it out.

Then, I heard someone fall to the ground.

I opened my eyes and found Jinyoung on the ground. Blood came out of his nose.

I whipped my head to find the person responsible for knocking this son of a bitch silly.

And there was a blonde Taeyong, shaking his fist, repulsed.

“Taeyong!” I yelled.

“Violet,” he said as he wrapped his arms around me without hesitation. “Are you okay?”

I couldn’t believe he was here with me. It was like a dream. I didn’t think about how he left me hanging for weeks. I didn’t think about how much I wanted to yell at him. I just hugged him back like my life depended on it. I wasn’t alone. I wasn’t trapped. Taeyong was right here with me.

And I missed him. Deep down, I just missed him.

“What are you doing here?” I asked as I loosened my hold on him and gazed at him.

Taeyong gave me such a tender smile as he moved some hair away from my face. “I wanted to see you-“

Jinyoung yanked Taeyong away from me and knocked him to the ground with a blow to the stomach.

“Taeyong!” I screamed as he groaned in pain on the ground.

The other vampires and those who I suspected were humans formed a circle around us as they egged the men on to fight.

Jinyoung strutted around the space we had, acting like he’d won already.

Taeyong’s look of agony quickly changed into a smirk. “Fool.”

He disappeared before my eyes and was in front of Jinyoung again. Taeyong delivered a swift kick to Jinyoung’s stomach and gave him a right hook to the face that sent him flying and knocked him unconscious.

“Jinyoung!” You heard from the crowd. Olivia ran over to Jinyoung. “What did you do?!” She pointed at him accusingly.

Taeyong didn’t even bother giving her a response. I found my voice again. “What did he do? He saved my ass from getting raped by your ex-boyfriend. All because he wanted to make you jealous!” As those words came out of my mouth, I had to laugh because of how ridiculous the whole thing was.

Olivia scoffed. “Please. I saw you. You were all over him.”

I clenched my fists, then. I was about to yank this girl by her weave and make her see stars.

But instead I kicked Jinyoung in the groin. The crowd collectively groaned.

I reveled in the fact that he would feel that when he came to.

Taeyong took my arm and said to Olivia, “Tell your ex that he’s getting a visit from the Angel of Death very soon. That’ll wake him up.”

We walked off the dance floor. I scanned the club for my best friend. I had to get her away from Minseok. “I need to find Hani.”

Taeyong helped me search for her and we found her at the bar with Minseok. She was laying at the table while Minseok just sat there. It was unsettling, to say the least.

I ran up to Minseok and slapped him with my hand full of rings.

Minseok was still dazed. Hani was drunk out of her wits.

Taeyong helped Hani up and looked gave her direct eye contact. “Wake up, Hani.”

She blinked and looked a little more alert.

She looked at us both and laid her head back down.

“Hani? We’re going home.” I shook her to get her more awake.

Hani asked, “What about the guys?”

I replied, “Fuck the guys, Hani.”

Taeyong piped up as he nodded at Minseok, “They’ve both been compelled, Violet. He manipulated their minds.”

“I knew they weren’t acting like themselves,” I replied.

Taeyong got a good look at Minseok and he met his eyes. “Snap out of it.”

Minseok shook his head and I could see life come back into his eyes. “What the-“

“Minseok,” I started.

“Violet?” He asked. “What’s going on?” He winced as he felt pain in his face. “What hit me?”

Deliberately ignoring his question, I asked. “What’s the last thing you remember?”

“I was getting shots with Jinyoung and then he...said something to me. But I don’t remember what…” Minseok held his head in his hands. “My head is killing me. I’m not drunk but I feel like someone fucked with my brain. I hate it.”

I frowned, still a little wary of Minseok.

Minseok looked around him. “I must be hammered because I’m seeing vampires all over the place.” He laughed. “Wild.”

Hani groaned.

“Minseok, can you walk?” I asked him as Taeyong helped Hani up.

He nodded. “Are we leaving? Where’s Jinyoung?”

“He’s occupied,” Taeyong replied, “I’ll take you guys home.”

We got the hell out of Point 127, a place I prayed I would never come back to. Taeyong dropped Minseok off and he assured me that he just needed a good night’s rest and some fluids so he would get back to normal. He wouldn’t remember much from tonight.

I was still riding on the adrenaline of my so-called date night that I didn’t even process Taeyong being right beside me and how he knew so much.

“So, you’re a vampire,” I blurted without internalizing things too much.

“Way to steal my line,” he said as he parked in my building’s parking garage.

We helped Hani out of the car and walked her back to my apartment.

She slurred, “I’m borrowing your pajamas, Vi. I’ll give you my keys so you and Taeyong can go back to my place and fuck each other’s brains out.”

“Hani!” I yelled as Taeyong bit back his laughter.

I continued, “Go to bed. I’ll check up on you in ten minutes.”

“Okeydokey,” she said as she left us in the living room. Taeyong and I sat on the couch.

All the while, everything started clicking. Something about Taeyong seemed almost superhuman. His speed and his ability to take Jinyoung out, for instance. A vampire could take out a vampire. His strength and hold on Baekhyun were the other main signs for me. He must have compelled Baekhyun to settle down that night. And the reason why Miri was so drunk…

Someone drank from her.

“Who drank Miri’s blood?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“Baekhyun,” he confirmed.

“And how the hell did that not show up on the security footage?” I went through those tapes multiple times but Taeyong and his friends were partying like regular filthy rich adults. So I let it go.

“One of my friends manipulated the tapes. It takes a good amount of magic to manipulate media that can be viewed by a lot of people but we made it work.”

“Magic?” I demanded.

“Well, if there are vampires, then a couple of other folk tales have to be true, wouldn’t they?” He made a good point.

“My head hurts,” I sighed, “I have a lot of questions. I hope you don’t have any pressing matters to attend to because I’m keeping you up all night.”

He smiled suggestively at that. “I don’t. My schedule’s wide open.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m mad at you so don’t.”

“What?” He played dumb.

“Don’t act like you don’t know what you’re doing.” I knew that Taeyong was aware of the effect that he had on people. On me. Now I wondered about his vampire ways.

If my O-positive blood was appetizing.

If he ever compelled me.

Which made me wonder.

“Why couldn’t Jinyoung compel me?” I wondered aloud.

Taeyong surprised me by taking my right hand. “Your mood ring.”

“What about it?”

“It protects you from being compelled. From being lied to. It helps you see things for what they are,” he said as he looked at it carefully. “I was curious when I saw it on you the first time we met so I borrowed it.”

“So you did snatch it off my finger.” I glared at him.

“It’s powerful. It must be a few decades old, at least,” he said.

“It was my grandmother’s ring.”

“Then your grandmother must have been a witch or knew one, then,” he said.

Bombshell after bombshell.

“Violet?” He asked softly.

“I need a drink,” I said as I headed to the kitchen.

“Do you have lemonade?” There he went again with the doe eyes and pouty lips.

I rolled my eyes. “Wouldn’t you rather have some O-positive?”

He frowned. “Why would you have-“

“Oh for fuck’s sake, I’m joking.”

Taeyong and I hashed things out for well over two hours.

Taeyong turned into a vampire at the age of sixteen. He didn’t want to get into details over who turned him so I decided to grill him on everything else. He was a mortal vampire. He was basically human in the sense that he aged but based on abilities, he was a vampire. His vampirism was like a medical condition that came with ups and downs. He had his own set of powers. He could compel without having to make physical contact with the person he wanted to manipulate. He had super speed and super strength. Every vampire was different, though, so not every vampire necessarily had the skills he did. The major downside was having to deal with his thirst for blood. The other was feeling too intensely if he wasn’t careful. If he was sad, he could get into the throes of despair. If he was happy, he might as well levitate. If he was angry, God help you.

I asked Taeyong about the night we met. He told me that in his group of friends, there were vampires and consenting humans. There were humans that knew about vampires but were sworn to secrecy and discretion for as long as they both wanted to pursue a particular relationship. Baekhyun was casually dating Miri and she consented to him drinking her blood. Baekhyun’s mistakes? Doing it in public and most importantly, going overboard. Had Taeyong not stepped in, Miri could’ve died.

Everything made more sense now. I sighed as I stretched my arms. It was 3 AM when I checked up on Hani for the umpteenth time.

Hani was asleep and holding on tightly to my panda bear plushie. I shut the door and returned to Taeyong who was rinsing out his drinking glass.

“I think that’s enough truth bombs for one night,” I said.

“Don’t you want to see my fangs?” He teased.

I punched his arm. “We still have to talk about why you blew me off for a month.”

It was interesting. He was unshaken the entire time I asked him everything I wanted to know but at this, he clammed up.

“I had business to take care of at SM...I’m sorry. I got carried away and thought I could surprise you once I got confirmation that I was moving to America.” He looked genuinely apologetic.

I gaped at him. “You’re moving to America?”

“I’m moving to Sunset, angel,” he said as he dried the glass and placed it in the cupboard.

“That’s…”

“Amazing? Spectacular? Wonderful?” He offered.

“I need time to process everything. I think we should call it a night.”

He sighed, probably disappointed I didn’t jump into his arms, then. Could he blame me, though? I was exhausted.

I walked Taeyong out the door to find my neighbor was lingering outside of his door. He was giving a woman a hickey in plain sight. Her dark curly brown hair was placed on the opposite side, giving the man full access to her neck. She moaned in pure delight.

Wait.

So, that was not the administration of a hickey.

“Yuta,” Taeyong said, unnerved.

Yuta removed himself from his embrace with the girl, hesitated for a second, and then faced us as he licked her blood from his lips. He helped the girl fix her hair and hid his teeth marks. The girl looked drunk but elated and satiated as she remained leaning against the wall.

He gave me a fanged half smile when he recognized me. “Oh, hey, neighbor.”

Taeyong look at us accusingly. “Neighbor?”

Yuta glared at the sight of Taeyong. “It’s you.”

“Yuta, what are you doing here?” Taeyong demanded.

“What are you doing here?”

“I came to see my friend. You?” Taeyong was bothered. I wondered why.

“I like hooking up in random buildings,” he said as he chuckled sarcastically.

Taeyong rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Violet, I-“

Hiding his fangs, Yuta interrupted as he gently took my hand and shook it. “Violet? It’s nice to meet you. I’m Yuta Nakamoto. Have a good night.” He had such a bright smile. His brilliant white teeth nearly made me go blind.

Taeyong clenched his jaw, silent. Clearly annoyed. And Yuta was reveling in it if the cocky smile on his face was any indication.

“Nice to meet you, too, Yuta...Well, good night, you two.”

“Violet,” Taeyong started.

“I’ve seen and learned too much tonight so if you could give me a few days to process...that’d be delightful.”

Yuta waved at me while Taeyong looked dumbfounded.

“Good night!” I shouted as I shut the door.

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Track 1 : Epilogue

“That your girlfriend?” Yuta asked. “She’s cute.”

Taeyong gritted his teeth. “Hyuna wasn’t enough of a steal for you?”

Yuta rolled his eyes. “For the last time, I didn’t steal her. I was just an upgrade. She dumped me, too. I let it go. Why can’t you?”

“You don’t understand.” Taeyong was seething at the recollection of his ex using him, changing him, and dumping him for Yuta.

Yuta moved closer to Taeyong and whispered, “What I do understand is that you ruined me, Taeyong.”

“Yuta,” he said, alarmed. He knew Yuta was as powerful as he was. If not, more so, and that would have set him off even more had he not been afraid.

Yuta looked so menacing, then. His eyes were narrowed into slits and he clenched his sharp jaw. Then, he relaxed instantly and laughed. “While there’s no place I’d rather be...I have to take Holly home. And then...maybe I’ll come back and kiss Violet good night. How does that sound?”

“You stay away from her.” Taeyong was not going to let the one good thing that could be a part of his life slip away.

Yuta scoffed. “You don’t deserve her.”

“That’s not your call to make.” Taeyong had just about had it with this imbecile.

“Give that a girl a chance at happiness and leave her alone.” Yuta seemed concerned as he looked toward Violet’s door.

“Again, stay out of my business.”

Yuta smirked. “Maybe I will. But I like getting to know my neighbors...Have a nice night, TY.” He helped Holly off of the wall and walked her to the elevators.

Taeyong waited for them to leave and walked off to take the next elevator down He made a phone call.

“Ravi? It’s Taeyong. What do you have on Park Jinyoung from Sunset, Florida?”

Track 2 (Coming Soon)

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A/N: I am so so so sorry that I took forever updating! Track 2 is already in the works!

P.S. I had to go back and edit in Intro when Violet realizes she lost her bracelet after TY brought it back to her. She says she remembers stuffing it in her pocket but I changed it. She thinks she must have stuffed it in her pants pocket and it fell.

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College!AU - Seonghwa (ateez)

I’ll be doing a college!au series of every ateez member and I thought I’d start off with Seonghwa because ,, yes

Author’s note: it’s a bullet fic

warnings: SUPER SOFT HOURS and also cussing i guess?

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Seonghwa:

okay so ,, seonghwa i love him but that’s beside the point

seonghwa’s majoring in biology

he’s a third year so he’ll be declaring his major soon and he’s thinking about narrowing his field of study a bit

he doesn’t know to what exactly yet (anything but molecular biology

he just ,, can’t with molecular biology that shit’s wack)

seonghwa’s also minoring in nutrition

which makes sense,,,

i mean the boy carries around those organic, all natural, fun-free snacks; expecting for the members to eat them, not understanding WHY they all run away screaming when he pulls out his kale chips with non-dairy cheese

he’s super into fitness and keeping his own body healthy, so he’s always trying new recipes, keeping watch of his calorie and sugar intake,

he tried the keto diet, but then realized it did virtually nothing for him so now he just chose to increase his protein intake and work out more in the hopes of developing muscle (he can’t have jongho bullying him forever)

he regularly works out too and doesn’t understand why there always seems to be so many people taking breaks at the water-fountains near the treadmills where he runs whenever he works out

at the university he shares his dorm room with hongjoong

they bicker a lot and since seonghwa is always cleaning and cooking for the other boys, he’s earned himself the nickname mom

he doesn’t like it, but oh well

anything for his babies

seonghwa is also involved in a lot of different activities: he’s part of the school’s hip-hop dance team, is the treasurer for the university’s speech and debate club, etc.

he always takes part in the annual dorm cook-off (he never wins because he doesn’t understand that college kids want greasy food, not his fucking zucchini noodles zoodles)

he also show’s up to every member’s event/recital/performance etc. and cheers louder than any other person for his boys

“YES THAT’S MY FRIEND DO YOU SEE HIM! GO JONGHO!”

jongho: oh my god, stop it mom

now, you were close friends with some of the other first years at the university

you and jongho were neighbors growing up and when you found out the two of you would be going to the same uni you were ecstatic!

so naturally, since jongho was your closest friend in college, he often invited you to hang out with his other friends

you had met seonghwa a couple of times before and found him to be absolutely drop-dead gorgeous

you may have even developed a small crush on him after he offered to walk you to your dorm one night after hanging out with the boys but oh well you would never dare to say that out loud

he was so nice, and strong, and hot, and nice, and funny, and kind, and nice, and you were ,,,, hopeless

but you figured an amazing and wonderful guy like him would never go for an awkward first year like you, so you just bottled those feelings up and shelved it

you were a linguistics major, focusing on social linguistics

you could rave for hours and hours about phonetics or the development of language

once the boys invited you and jongho over for late night snacks and after asking you about your major you went on a 13 minute spiel on the development of romantic languages and while the boys all started to ignore you after the first 2 minutes, seonghwa listened and thought it was cute

so yeah ,,, you were so, so smart

but when it came to anything science related , you were lost

STEM subjects were really not your forte

you barely scraped through calculus and chemistry throughout high school, but biology, holy shit where do you even begin on that

you couldn’t memorize cell functions or neuron transmitters to save your life and as your professor delved deeper and deeper into cellular biology, your grade sunk deeper and deeper

you were desperate

you pulled all-nighters at the library just to barely get passing grades on tests

you were getting seriously stressed and anxious, your mental health plummeting as the year progressed

jongho found you for the hundredth time at the university library at four in the morning attempting to memorize evolutionary pathways

he would never say it out loud because he’S a MaN, but he was worried about you and your mental health

he coaxed you back into your room, and instantly had an idea

whY NoT HavE SeoNgHwA tEacH YoU bIoloGy :O !!

when he told you a few hours later you screeched

no way

seonghwa must already think you’re weird, but stupid on top of that ??

no, sorry but not even you deserved that type of embarrassment

jongho ignored you though and the very next day you were in seonghwa’s dorm room sitting near his desk as he opened up your biology book

you wanted to die

if possible, you wanted the ground to swallow you up whole and spit you out again years later as a successful and well-known linguist

please lord this is unfair the love of your life seonghwa teaching you biology was not okay please send you back to your dorm please please

alas, life was never kind to you

“so what are you struggling with?”

“everything”

“oh”

seonghwa was so patient with you though

he meticulously went through the textbook and really made sure you understood the subjects before moving onto the next one

you don’t even know how, but he made learning about macromolecules sexy mmmm

you were finally beginning to understand biology

this arrangement had been going on for a few weeks now and your midterm for the class was soon approaching

you were scared shitless

yes, seonghwa was helping you, and yes, you were doing better on your tests and projects, but a midterm grade meant a lot and you could not afford to have to retake this class or have your final grade depend on the final test

you were s t r e s s e d

and seonghwa caught on pretty quickly

you had dark circles under your eyes

you lost some weight

you had breakdowns every day and seonghwa’s heart ached everytime he saw you like that

he promised you he’d help you get a B on your midterm

you didn’t think it’d be possible, but he swore on it and he was cute so you just went along with it

the last chapter that would be covered on the midterm was ,, you guessed it ,,, molecular biology :’))))

it’s not that seonghwa was bad at the subject, he actually found genomics super interesting

it’s just, it was way too much information to handle and trying to memorize all of that was a pain in the ass

but when you guys had your next study session, seonghwa brushed up on his dna forensics and sat you right down

he was going to make you understand

to be honest, as he explained chromosomes, gene therapy, and the likes to you ,,, you were lost as fuck

what in the shit was cell division

but you put up with it and paid close attention ,, your grade depended on you to understand this mess

you guys had two weeks until your test, and after one week of teaching you molecular biology, that left you and seonghwa a week for you to review

your review for the test took place at his dorm in case you had any questions and had to ask him anything

he’d go to the kitchen hall and make you some healthy snacks to get your brain juice flowing as you sat on his bed reviewing meiosis and dna replication

to be honest, over the past couple of months seonghwa had been teaching you biology, you guys grew super close

you were constantly over at his dorm

you two were always talking to each other

when you and the boys met up, instead of sitting next to jongho you gradually moved to sit next to seonghwa much to hongjoong and jongho’s disapproval

they missed their best friends :(((

but all the boys thought you two were super cute and watched from at the sidelines as your guys’ romance progressed

if possible, these months with seonghwa made you fall even more for him

it got way past of just being a crush, you were pretty sure you loved him

you even grew to enjoy his weird avocado brownies and zoodles, and if that isn’t true love then i don’t know what is

it finally got around to being the day before your test and you were a n x i o u s as fuck

even seonghwa was nervous for you ,, the week prior he had been talking hongjoong’s ear off about you and this damn test

hongjoong couldn’t handle it anymore for the love of God someone please get these two together just make-out or something he didn’t want to hear about you anymore

you were at your dorm studying polymers, when you heard a knock at your door

it was seonghwa gasp who would’ve known :)))

in his hand was take-out

“sorry i’m a fake health fanatic i eat hella junk food when i’m nervous so i brought us burgers and fries and milkshakes and let me inside your dorm i need to sit down this is so nerve wracking”

you couldn’t help but laugh as you moved out of the way to let him inside

“thanks seonghwa”

you two ate your burgers in silence before it got too awkward and you tried to make things better

“i’m studying polymers right now, it’s not as bad as i thought it would be”

“See!! i’m glad you’re understanding biology. it’s a really cool subject when you understand the mechanics behind it”

“i guess so”

he stayed at your dorm room a few more hours reviewing subjects with you

before you knew it, it was 10 at night and it was past seonghwa’s bed time (hA oLd man)

he told you to quickly take a shower and go to bed because you had to be well rested for your test tomorrow

you agreed

it was silent for a while, an unfamiliar awkward tension filled the air before seonghwa hugged you “byegoodlucktomorrowtextmewhenyou’redoneyou’lldogreatbye”

he then zoomed out your room

you were a blushing mess as you closed your dorm room and got your bathroom supplies ready

fuck you were in love with park seonghwa

the next morning, you took your midterm and were surprised that you actually knew what the fuck was going on

dna replication? check

evolutionary pathways? check

lipids and cell functions? check

oH mY gOD yOU UNDERSTOOD BIOLOGY !!1

you handed in your midterm and walked outside the lecture hall, you felt good about the test but you would only know your grade a week later

as you left the hall someone grabbed onto your shoulders

it was seonghwa

“WELL HOW DID IT GO?”

“I UNDERSTOOD EVERYTHING ON THE TEST, I MEAN I CAN’T GUARANTEE ANYTHING BUT AT LEAST I KNEW WHAT THE QUESTIONS WERE ASKING”

he hugged you super hard and you two excitedly talked about the midterm

he even took you out to ice cream to treat you

“shouldn’t I be treating you for helping me so much?”

“hush and just let it happen”

“okay mOm”

it was at times like these you really, really wanted to kiss him

but alas, he wasn’t yours to kiss

and it was also at times like these, seonghwa really, really wanted to kiss you

so the moral of the story is that both of you were idiots

a week later, it was time for the boys’ weekly friday night movie time and you were running a bit late

they were all gathered in hongjoong and seonghwa’s room since it was the biggest (ahh the perks of being upperclassmen) when suddenly you opened the door and hurled in, your eyes wide and crazed

“SEONGHWA I GOT AN A ON MY MIDTERM”

“WHAT OH MY GOD REALLY?!?”

he ran over to you and picked you up spinning you around as you both laughed in disbelief

you don’t know how you pulled that off you were a dumbass how did you get an A on your biology midterm??

then as soon as he put you down and you looked up at him, bam he kissed you

you were :OOO

jongho was :OOO

all the boys were :OOO

except for hongjoong who was like ;)))

and then as soon as y’all were done, seonghwa realized what he did

and in front of the Kids TOO

“oh shit i’m so sorry i don’t know why i did th-”

you cut him off with another kiss uwu

all the boys cheered and catcalled you guys

you guys were both blushing but you didn’t care because

1) you and park seonghwa kissed

2) you got an a on your biology midterm

you guys held hands and did cute shit as you sat down next to seonghwa to watched the horror movie jongho picked for this week

wooyoung was shitting his pants

as the movie played on tho, jongho slowly looked backwards towards seonghwa and said

“seonghwa i don’t care if you’re older than me if you break y/n’s heart i swear to Jesus i’ll castrate you”

and seonghwa believed him ashjgjasha have you seen that boy’s arms ??!

seonghwa assured jongho that he would never do that to you

things lightened up again and jongho smugly said you guys should treat him to dinner since he was the mastermind behind your love

you flipped him off

anyways, that’s the story of how you and seonghwa became the university’s cutest couple

the cute linguistics major and the hot biology major

you guys had cute food dates, and you even agreed to go to the gym with seonghwa

surprisingly, people stopped coming to the water fountain a few days after you started working out with him

you scared them off after telling them to stop ogling at your boyfriend HA

seonghwa also finally decided he wanted to major specifically in cellular biology

and you supported him all the way

you mans was going places, doing things, getting his deGrEE

then one night as you two were up as you ranted about the social impacts of language and the human conditioning of language to seonghwa he pulled you closer and kissed you because honestly he loved hearing you talk about linguistics but he couldn’t handle it anymore please it’s 3 in the morning

you cuddled into him

he was almost dozing off when suddenly you spoke up from the crook of his neck

“seonghwa?”

“hmm?”

“my biology final is in three weeks”

at that moment, he was alert and awake again

all he did was sigh as he kissed the top of your head

here you guys went again

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HOLY SHIT THIS WAS SO LONG AND IT TOOK ME FOREVER BUT I REALLY HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED THIS. LISTEN SOFT AND DOMESTIC COLLEGE STUDENT PARK SEONGHWA MAKES ME REALLY SOFT AND I JUST WANT YOU ALL TO KNOW THAT.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN SO FEEL FREE TO SEND IN YOUR REQUESTS!

i think the next member i’ll write about is Hongjoong so wait for that because it’ll be out soon!

thanks and love you guys!

- luna

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