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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 3 years

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🌎 CULTURAL DIFFERENCES 🌍

Prompt: Y/N and Baron decide to take a big step in their relationship and moving in together. Everything seems to go pretty smoothly for them, until they bump into some little (and sometimes fun) cultural differences.

Word count: Long-ish

Pairing: Baron Corbin x Reader

Warnings: Apart from some cultural beliefs and cursing, nothing really.

Notes: I wanted to go smooth with my first fic with this giant teddy bear as a character. This little story is all based on my own country cultural beliefs. I’ve heard all of this ever since I was a little girl ok? None of this was made up! It’s written in both Y/N’s and Baron’s POV. Each scene is isolated, they do not complete each other. Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and my newest story as a fixed post.Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

“Y/N, can you please explain to me why in the hell do you need all of this?” He lifts up my perfectly organized (and not so small) jewelry box

“Babe, please put that down. You’ll take all of my stuff out of order” I say as I’m finishing doing my hair

He places the box down and start to dig through the drawers.

“Jesus, babe! Did you robbed a bank to buy all of these?” He’s incredibly amused by the amount of different shapes and sizes pieces.

“Don’t let your eyes fool ya, Corbin” I laugh “Only the ones on the first drawer to the left are real”

He takes a silver thick chain with small discreet rhinestones on it and stares at the piece of jewelry.

“Oh, those are nice” I say “You can borrow ‘em if you’d like”

He looks at me “I would prefer to borrow these instead” He lifted up a golden bracelet with colorful rhinestones shaped as butterflies “What do you think? Should I wear these to work? Do you think they’ll match my outfit?” He playfully places the bracelet on top of his t-shirt, obviously mocking me, since I do the same thing when I ask his opinion.

“Shut up Corbin!” I laughed

“Why do you need so much bracelets, earrings, hoops, necklaces and rings?” He says

I look at him defiantly “Why do you need so many watches, cigars, vintage lighters and expensive cars?” I crook one eyebrow at him

“Touché, princess. My excuse is because I can, yours?” He playfully smirks

“Because that’s who I am! I grew up surrounded by women full of jewelry, lipstick and these” I show him my long nails as I stick my tongue out just like a child would

“I like those” He pointed at my nails “They feel real good when you pair them up with sweet moans begging me to go harder” He gives me one of his cocky smirks

“You’re so full of yourself” I defeatedly say

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“Hey baby girl, what you’re up to? WOW something smells really good in here”

“Oh hi” I look at Baron as he entered the kitchen “Thanks! I’m making dinner” I smile

“Oh yeah?!” He lifts a lid from one of the saucepans “What you’re cooking?”

“Nothing crazy, just a simple regular dinner. White rice, beans, some meat with potato and carrots, broccoli and cauliflower for salad. Plus milk pudding for desert, the same one my grandma always made”

“And that’s your idea of ‘simple dinner’?” He asks amused

“It is simple”

“When you said simple I thought you‘ve meant, meat and some bread or something like that” He vaguely said

“That’s like a snack, not proper dinner Baron”.

“It’s pretty common to have that for dinner you know”

I look at him in disbelief “If I ever suggested that as a dinner option back in my family’s house I would’ve been told to shut up and eat my goddamn vegetables! A proper meal isn’t a proper meal if it doesn’t have rice and beans.”

He laughs “Do you need me to get the beans for you?”

“Do you have it?” I gasp in shock

“Of course” He goes and opens one of the upper kitchen cabinets taking out a can of beans “Here” He hand it to me

My eyes widened “Please don’t tell me you eat this crap!” As I shake the can in front of his face

“What’s wrong with it?” He asks offended

“Everything Baron! If it comes in a can is not good for you! I’m talking about cooking dried beans, real beans. Not this pathetic excuse for a bean”.

“They taste the same Y/N”

“Have you ever eaten freshly cooked beans?” I ask defiantly

“No, but-“

“Then you have no right of opinion on this debate!” I huffed and he rolled his eyes

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“What in the actual fuck?” I say as I got up from the bed.

I followed the very loud music coming from downstairs in the living room to find Y/N in some skimpy clothes, barefoot with her hair up in a bun singing and dancing to whatever rhythm that was. I go to the radio and turn the music down. Making her look behind.

“Oh you’re awake” She smiles fondly

“How could I not be with this deafening loud music? What are you doing?”

“It’s Saturday babe” She says as if that was supposed to mean something

“Yeah I know! It’s also fucking 8 a.m. and my day off! I would like to still be asleep!” I say angrily

“But it’s Saturday” She says again

“And what’s that suppose to mean Y/N?”

“Saturday is the official house cleaning day, love” She speaks slowly as if she was talking to a child “Would you like to take the bedrooms and bathrooms or the living and dining room plus the kitchen?” She smiled

“Are you fucking kidding me Y/N? I would like to sleep! Sleep until fucking noon damn it! Official house cleaning day my ass” I scream as I make my way back to the bedroom slamming the door.

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“WHAT ARE YOU DOING BARON?” She yelled

“Jesus fuck, you scared me! I’m cleaning as you can see” I say as I grab another piece of paper towel to clean the oven

“With paper towels?! Do you plan to bankrupt us and kill the environment too?”

“And what am I supposed to use to clean it?” I ask impatiently

She reaches one of the lower drawers and take a piece of one of her old shirts from it and hand it to me.

I just stare at her confused. She sighs before saying

“You use this to clean it, after you’re done you’ll wash it, put down to dry and once is dried you’ll store it back in the drawer again for future cleaning uses! That’ll save money and prevent more trees to get killed so you can clean your oven! Do I have to teach you everything babe?” She throws her hands in the air “Unbelievable” As she lefts me with a puzzled look on my face.

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“Baron love, have you seen my purse?”

“Oh yeah, I’ve put it in there” He points to his side of the bed as he continues with his eyes glued to his video game.

“Ok, than- Baron!” I run towards my purse, snatching it quickly from the floor “Why did you put my purse on the floor?”

“Baby, where was I suppose to put it?”

“Not on the floor! I would like to keep my money you know?!” I huffed

“And what does your purse being on the floor has to do with you keeping your money?”

“EVERYTHING! You should know that placing your purse or wallet on the floor makes your money vanish”

“WHAT? Y/N, I’m sorry but that makes zero sense princess!”

“Shut up Corbin, you know nothing!”

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“Baron, can you get the broom for me please?” I ask as he passed by me

“Yeah, sure”

He comes back with the broom on his hand “Here, I’ll help you” As he swiped the floor

“Thank you, my love”

A few minutes after I felt the biggest fear of my life becoming true

“Oh, sorry kitten...Are you ok?”

“Baron” I whisper “Please tell me that I’m getting delusional and you didn’t swipe my feet just now”

“Yeah I did, but-“ I raised my hand for him to stop talking

“Did I do something wrong?” He asks

“Yes you did. In fact, I’m never gonna get married now thanks to you!”

“What?” He chuckled “Please don’t tell me that this is one more of your crazy superstitions?” He’s full on laughing now

“Stop laughing dumb ass! It’s not funny and you should respect those things you know?!” I say annoyed

“Whatever you say babe” He dries his tears of laughter

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“For God’s sake what is this awful smell?” I ask to myself as I entered the living room door “Y/N?”

She didn’t answer me. I decided to go on a hunt for my own woman inside my house, when I heard some mumbling

“Y/N, what are you doing?”

“Shhhh Baron, don’t interrupt me!”

“What on earth is this cursed smell?” I ask ignoring her

“It’s sage and some herbs” She whispers

“I’ve had a bad dream, so this will keep all of the bad juju out of here!” She says

“You know that will-“ As soon as I was about to remind her of the smoke alarm the little prick showed himself

“Oh fuck! I forgot about that, damn it! Shut up you evil little thing!” She says as she steps on the couch and wave her hands at it “Baron! Don’t just stand there, do something boy! Go get me a piece of cloth of something like that!” As she frantically waves her hands to prevent the smoke from going to the alarm

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“Good morning kitten” I lean down to peck her lips

“Good morning handsome�� She smiles “Coffee?”

“Yes, please”

She fills one mug with black coffee and give it to me

“Thanks baby” I take a gulp “You know, I’ve had this crazy dream last night”

“Oh yeah? About what, love?”

“There was this monkey and a deer. I was chasing them or something, I don’t know it was just so weird” I look at Y/N to find her typing ferociously on her phone

“Is everything ok, kitten?”

“Sure babe! I’m just texting my sister to mark me some numbers at the loteria”

“Why?”

“Because of your dream Baron! The monkey and the deer. They have a number at the loteria so who knows? Maybe we’ll gain some money at it to save it up?”

“But we don’t need money” I look at her almost laughing

“Still” She raises her eyebrows

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“Yeah?” I scream

*Is she really gonna make me go down there?* I sighed

“Yeah baby girl?” I ask as I open the door

“What?” She asks confused

“What do you want babe? You were calling me” I say

“No I wasn’t!”

“Yes you were Y/N, I was in the bedroom unpacking and I heard you clearly call for me two times”

“Baron, I swear on my mother’s life I did not called for you” She whispers, all the blood drained out from her face

“Oh, then I guess I misheard it”

“When you heard someone call for you, did you answered out loud?” She asks with fear in her eyes

“Well yeah! I thought you were the one who was calling me in the first place!”

She stood up from her office chair grabbing a small glass bottle with some water in it. She toss some of the water on her then on me

“What the fuck babe? What’s that?” I ask slightly angry

“Holy water! You heard something call for you with my voice, and you answered! Babe that is a bad omen, that means something evil is walking around here...Oh my God” She gasps in shock “Xander! We gotta bless him with some holy water too, we gotta protect him Baron! Oh no my poor baby Xander” She runs through the the hallway screaming for Xander.

Soon after she returns with Xander by her side. “He’s good now, thank God!” She reaches for her desk’s drawer again and grabbed a spray bottle “C’mon Baron, we’ve got to spray holy water in all of the doors and windows so it will scare away whatever that thing that called for you was” She lives her office again with the spray bottle in hand and a faithful Xander by her side.

God, why on earth did I decided to move in with that woman? She drives me crazy! But I would be lying if I said she wasn’t fun...

#baron corbin #baron corbin fanfic #baron corbin fanfiction #baron corbin x reader #baron corbin one shot #baron corbin imagine #king corbin #wwe one shot #wwe imagine #wwe fanfiction #masochist writes

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itstittycitybaby · 4 years

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From the Ashes we are Born (Part 9)

A/N: First things first if you read this through you are now a sinner sorry I don’t make the rules. Secondly, thank you @lazy-potato-author for this request! I hope you enjoy it! I have another request that will be out either this weekend or in the beginning of next weekend, so make sure to keep an eye out for that. After I get these requests out I might take some more it just depends on my schedule. This is a smut fic but V is not railing you in this one, because with a bullet wound it’s just not gonna happen lmao. Also, V is a switch and no you cannot tell me otherwise. Anyways I hope you guys enjoy reading this!

Warnings: smut, nsfw 18+. Fingering, bit of dirty talk and praise. Enjoy my fellow sinners.

V grunted; one of chancellor’s men had managed to pelt him with a bullet. Thankfully, it didn’t hit anything important but it hurt like hell. V winced when he tried to laugh. The trouble he would be in once he got home to his darling was something he admittedly was looking forward to. Not the scolding, or the lecturing, but being able to see your face again. V’s right hand held tightly over the wound as he hobbled back to the shadow gallery. He couldn’t tell if he was bleeding badly thanks to his attire, but the sharp pain did not ease. It felt hot, like it was burning him. V laughed bitterly which caused him to wheeze. He knew too much about fire and how its unforgiving flames swept over your skin. V cursed himself; he promised he would be more careful from now on. Just a bit of a ways farther, he told himself.

“V!” He jumped at the voice of his love. Your eyes shifted to the hand holding his side as he leaned on the dining table. “Hello there darling,” V wheezed out, wincing. There was a simmer of anger in your eyes as you watched your boyfriend lean on the table for support. Godammit, you thought. He just got home! “V, what happened?” He didn’t say anything as he removed his daggers and hat and placed them on the table. You worried over him like a mother hen which made his heart swell at the thought. Though, he couldn’t help but feel guilty. V grunted, “I think I got shot.” “You think?!” You sighed turning away from your masked boyfriend. “Stay right there I’m getting the first aid kit,” you shouted over you, dashing towards the bathroom. Cursing, you grabbed it from under the sink and hurried to V. His breathing sounded irregular and he was gripping onto the table. The leather gloves were gone and his scarred hands turned white from the pressure he was putting on the edge of the table. The pads of your feet burned from running so fast but you didn’t care. “V I’m gonna need you to sit down.” “I-I can take care of it my darling, y-you...need some rest.” With a heated glare you repeated, “Sit.” V shrunk, which caused another grunt. Gently, you slung your arm around the good part of his torso and led him to a kitchen chair. You set the first aid kit on the table beside the belt of daggers and V’s hat. One layer down. “V..you’re not gonna like this but we’re gonna have to take off your tunic.” Silence. “V,” you said softly. “I need to look at the wound before it gets worse.” He sighed, causing him to curse softly in pain. “Alright, my darling,” he replied. There was a hint of sadness in his tone.

Giving him a reassuring smile and a kiss on his head, you helped your boyfriend shimmie out of the top. V let out a hiss as the tunic sank onto his wound. “Sorry,” you said sheepishly, being more careful to get him out of the damn thing. The blood made the tunic stick to the wound and really it was just a sticky gross mess in general. A gasp threatened to claw its way out of your throat once you got the tunic off. V’s chest was burned, heavily burned. There were scars littered across it with an angry reddish colour. You swallowed your surprise, though. V was already ashamed and insecure. V’s head was low, refusing to look at you in the eye. Even with his scars, he was still beautiful. “V,” you whispered. “You’re beautiful.” His head shot up out of surprise. A groan left his lips as a flare of pain flashed him.“Right sorry,” you exclaimed, remembering why the both of you were here in the first place. Grabbing your supplies you knelt down in front of him. “Stay still as best as you can, if you need something to hold onto you can squeeze my shoulder,” you muttered.

You’re beautiful. The pain was sharp but dulled once he kept replaying your words in his head. V was anything but beautiful; he has blood on his hands. His skin was far from beauty. Disgusting. Mortifying. Every time he saw himself in the mirror he couldn’t help but sneer. His angel had to be lying to him. V’s head perked up at the sound of gauze being unwrapped. “After this you should be done,” you said. “Just be careful; we don’t want the stitches to bust, so no moving around without me,” you softly chided. “You have to be more careful V. I don’t want something bad to happen to you.” He didn’t say anything, just kept trying to focus on the feeling of being patched up. The wound just throbbed now and to his right the bloody bullet lay on the table. “Why do you lie to me, my darling?” The tips of your brows furrowed in confusion as you bandaged him. “What?” “You said I was beautiful, love,” V said softly , “I am many things but I do not have beauty in me.” “Yes, you do. I haven’t been this happy in years, V. You’ve shown me patience and compassion. You look at me like I’m the most perfect thing in the world. Your voice is deep and rich. I love your scars V. They tell a story. Whatever happened was awful and you shouldn’t have gone through that, but,” you said, double checking the gauze you put over his wound. “It shows that you survived something and you’re still here to tell the tale.” There was a mischievous glint in your eye. Leaning up, you placed a kiss to his chest. V froze; his blood felt cold and underneath the mask his cheeks flushed (thank god you couldn’t see it or you’d tease him relentlessly). V’s breath hitched at the feeling of your soft lips greeting his chest with a kiss.

You sent him a wink before getting up and putting the supplies away. “After I get back, wanna watch something,” you asked, gesturing your head to the living room. V nodded. He didn’t trust his voice right now. You sent him one last smile before heading into the living room. V was alone with his thoughts again. The only thing he could think about was your soft lips on his horrid skin.

The hot mug of tea warmed his bare hands. The Princess Bride played on the old television. The lights were off, the T.V. gave off a soft glow but other than that the both of you were surrounded in darkness. V’s darling sat comfortably next to him, her eyes glued to the screen. He couldn’t concentrate on the film playing even though he enjoyed it. He felt vulnerable and bare without his tunic. The scarred burns and roughness of his skin was a hard reminder of the torture he endured. Everyday he was reminded of the need for vengeance and the underlying anger beneath his heart. V knew you deserved better; you deserve someone who wasn’t horrid looking or angry. You were kind and loving (albeit a mischievous minx at times), who saw the good in people. Even then, you understood V’d need to restore balance and peace. England needed a new era, it’s people have suffered for too long. Whoever took up that spot was not in his hands but hopefully, he’d be able to rid London of the monsters lurking in the shadows.

V was not paying attention to the movie. Sure, it was your favorite and not his, but he was more attentive. His posture seemed tense and uncomfortable. It made you sad knowing that V thought of himself unworthy and felt insecure. Though, you could hardly blame him. The scars that covered his torso were great in numbers and his skin was angry and raw. It reminded you of the silent rage and danger hidden underneath your boyfriend’s persona. V had never hurt you and he was an amazing lover, but you could feel the hatred. The thought excited you. The anger was quiet but whenever it came out of the shadows, it was violent. Witnessing V in battle was something you always watched in awe. Slowly, you tested the waters. You shifted closer to your masked lover. Very slowly you put your head on V’s bare shoulder. He became rigid and stiff as a board but eventually he sunk into you. V’s head rested on yours; the guy fawkes mask kissing you with its lips. He seemed more relaxed but still alert to your movements as Buttercup tumbled down after Wesley. “They’re so dumb,” you giggled, the bright orange dress Buttercup wore flying behind her as she rolled down the hill. “Sure they may not be the brightest but they’re in love, darling,” V replied smoothly. You snorted, “Of course you’d be seeing the romance of it.”

He just hummed in reply, holding you closer to him.The end of the movie was nearing. V couldn't stand it any longer. You had snuggled into his side and every so often placed small kisses over his chest. He thanked the heavens for loose fitting breeches because he started feeling a bit warm. V could see the idea formulating in your brain. It made him smirk beneath his mask. A faux innocence you had put on but V knew his darling better than anyone else. You were clever and cunning but V was faster. Gently, V placed his hand on your left thigh. V smiled in victory when he heard your breath hitch. In his peripheral vision he could see your cheeks start to get flustered as you squirmed underneath his grip. V paid no mind though; if you wanted something you would have to ask. It amused him that one little touch seemed to make you compliant. Heavens, the things he wanted to do to you. Patience, he told himself. You weren’t going to give up that easily. After a few minutes with no new tactics, you relaxed once more focusing on the movie. V’s hand didn’t stray further up. Instead it stayed there stubbornly. Once V knew for sure you were focused on the movie, he carefully brought his left hand to his face. With deft fingers he carefully untied the mask and placed it beside him.

Oddly enough you seemed too transfixed with the movie that you didn’t notice what your scheming boyfriend was up too. The soft glow didn’t show off his features too much, so he wasn’t too worried about you suddenly turning and seeing his face.V waited patiently for a few moments and then he struck. You didn’t really think too much of him shifting around until you felt rough lips kissing your jaw. “V-V,” you asked a bit breathlessly, leaning into his chest to give him better access. V seemed to know exactly what spots on your neck and jaw were sensitive. How he knew where to softly kiss and nibble was beyond you. Again, V proved to be perfect at doing anything. “Yes, love,” he replied, his lips kissing at the spot where your jaw met your neck. “W-what are you doing?” Your back was pressed up against him and your head laid on his shoulder. You couldn’t see his face; his head was littering your jaw with soft kisses. “Should I stop?” “N-no,” you squeaked out in reply, cheeks turning red. V’s hands trailed down your stomach towards the hem of your shirt. He chuckled at your shyness. His hair tickled your neck lightly. Slowly, he hiked up your shirt over your breasts. Your nipples hardened as the cool air hit them. The sight made him groan. They were soft and plump. “You’re an angel my darling,” he said huskily. “Look how gorgeous you are.” V’s lips returned to your neck. A whimper escaped your lips as his clever fingers gently circled around your areola on both of your breasts. Your nipples tingled, begging to be touched. Even though your thinking started to stop and everything felt hazy you were careful not to brush up against V’s wound. A madman, you thought. You mewled as his fingers finally started rubbing and pinching your nipples. V’s teeth nipped and sucked at your neck, leaving small red bruises in his wake.

Your cunt started to throb with need and you fought the urge to grind on his thigh for some sort of release. Suddenly, it stopped. “H-hey!” “Ah ah ah,” V tutted. “Pay attention to the film.” “B-but..” you trailed off helplessly. “Do I need to repeat myself,” V asked, voice growing lower. “If you don’t pay attention I’ll stop.” Grumbling, you turned back to the movie. V chuckled; it sounded more sinister than his usual laugh. The noise alone made you feel tingly with excitement.“Good girl,” V purred, kissing the top of your head. You shivered. V maneuvered you in front of the T.V with his chest behind your back. Immediately, his fingers found your nipples again. You whimpered as they pinched your nipples lightly and rolled them between the pads of his fingers. His lips found your ear and V gently suckled on your lobe. You tried so hard to focus on Buttercup getting married to Prince Humphry. You didn’t want your boyfriend to stop. You wanted to be good. The fogginess in your brain threatened to take over. Heat pooled in your belly and you throbbed with need. V had barely started and you were already putty in his hands. “I love these,” he rumbled, kneading your tits with his hands. “They’re soft and warm just like my darling.” You shivered at his words much to his amusement. “Please V,” you whined. “Please what angel? Use your words.” Your face heated up. “Y-you know w-what I mean.” “I’m afraid not my darling,” he replied. V was grinning behind you as he watched you trip over your words. “Hm,” V said, mockingly pretending to think. His right hand crept down to the waistband of your skirt. Your eyes widened. V’s hand sunk under the waistband of your skirt. His hand hovered over your panties and you held in your breath waiting patiently. Finally, V’s fingers rubbed small circles over your clit over the fabric. “F-fuck,” you breathed out as his index finger added a bit more pressure.

“What was that,” V asked, movements ceasing. Irritation bubbled in your chest. “Stop teasing me V it’s not fair,” you whined, trying to buck into his hand. V laughed, giving your neck a kiss. “Tell me what you want then, my songbird.” “Can you...use your fingers and…” you trailed off, squirming from his gaze. “Oh my darling, but I am using my fingers, but apparently that’s not enough.” “V!” “Alright alright my love, I just enjoy seeing you flustered.” V’s fingers shifted your panties aside. Gently, he spread apart your cunt. You moaned as his finger rubbed gentle circles around your clit. He knows what he’s doing. It didn’t surprise you, V was spectacular in everything he did. All thoughts ceased when V’s middle finger entered you. It stung a bit but he carefully searched for that spot. And when he found it, that’s when you lurched backward into him. V grunted in pain. “Oh my god I’m so sorry! Did I accidentally-” “Darling,” he interrupted, “I’m fine, relax.” The fingers on your left hand held the arm of the couch tightly to steady yourself more. You eyes rolled in the back of your head as V’s clever fingers curled into you, the pads of his fingers hitting that spot perfectly. The pressure on your clit didn’t cease either;you weren’t focusing on the damn movie anymore but V didn’t seem to care. He littered your neck with more kisses and bites. “Fuck,” you cried out as he added another finger. “My angel is taking my fingers so well,” V cooed.

His thumb on your clit rubbed a bit more harshly, but it felt so good. “I wonder how you’ll react to my cock. But that’s for another time.” His left hand snuck up to your left nipple again and started messing with it. Your moans filled the room and you thanked god for being so underground. V’s lips found yours, but with the pressure on your clit and his fingers rolling over your nipples you struggled kissing him back. V chuckled at this, snaking his tongue around yours and exploring your mouth with it. V’s fingers brushed against your clit and that delicious spot one more time, causing you to cum. V’s left arm curled around your stomach, making sure you wouldn’t fall. You trembled in his hold as your orgasm started to take over. V whispered praises and supported you on his lap. V’s hand left your cunt and fixed your underwear and skirt again. “You did wonderfully my darling,” V praised. Your bones felt heavy and so did your eyes. “Are you well enough to get up,” he asked gently after a few minutes. Nodding your head, you carefully slid off. To his surprise, however, you knelt in front of him, parting his thighs. “Love-” “Shh,” you cooed, eyes twinkling with mischief. “It’s your turn, my darling.”

#V for Vendetta #v for vendetta x reader #x reader #smut

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voidcat · 4 years

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Company — Seijoh 4 & animals

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Oikawa Tooru, cats: It was cute, watching you unhook your hand from his to run towards any cat you saw on the street, crouching down to their level and talking to them as if they could understand you. When he said this one, you laughed and said they did understand but the look in your eyes made it clear you were serious. Getting to see a soft side of yours, unfiltered, shining and radiating so much love was a scene he loved dearly. Your bond with cats went so far back to your childhood and he loved listening to your stories.

But when you appeared in front of his door one day, on the same day as your little trip, with a box in your hand, he knew what was about to come.

“So Tooru.” “No.”

“As you know I’ll be away for a few days and cannot take my baby with me.” “Why…”

“I’ve written down a little manual on her likes and dislikes, her preference of food and how to be pet.” “Can’t you ask Iwa-Chan instead?”

“No because Iwa-Chan does not live in Argentina.” So that’s how he found himself with your cat one morning, leaving the lid open, he went back to bed.

That night when he returned from another practice ended long gone, him staying overnight, he was met with a furious glare. “What are you looking at? I left an extra plate of food for you.” Was all he said.

By the time you returned, it was too early for them to be up. Opening the door quietly, putting your bag down and tiptoeing towards the bedroom, you were met with Tooru sleeping with your cat leaning against his leg. Pulling her to herself and lying besides him with as little noise as you, you joined them.

“Maybe she wasn’t such an awful guest.” Was what he first mumbled to you. As you chuckled, she got up to adjust her sleeping position, hitting him in the face with her tail in the process. “She has a name you know.” “I refuse to say it, especially after getting hit that harshly.” “It’s not that bad.”

He scrunched up his nose once “I’m sorry, Czarina Natalya.” As you laughed again, scratching her head with one hand and stroking Tooru’s hair with the other, he asked: “I still don’t get why you brought her to me. It’s not like I’m that good at taking care of plants or pets.”

“It was so she would take care of you while I was away. Nati is pretty good at that though she likes to act cold hearted.” “I guess that’s a story for another time.” “In the morning. Let’s get an hour of sleep before she starts meowing aggressively for breakfast.”

Iwaizumi Hajime, dogs: It was an ordinary day at the beach. Enjoying the sun and the waves, letting the sounds calm you and having a mini picnic of sorts. Seeing stray dogs by the beach wasn’t extraordinary, it wasn’t a common thing either, but when the white pup approached you shyly, you couldn’t help but pat the spot next to you on the sand. Running to you and laying down under the comforting shadow of the umbrella, she accompanied the two of you for the rest of the day. Petting her on the occasion, offering half of your sandwich and giving water, it was a given she would follow you home. And you didn’t have it in you to reject her.

Iwaizumi wasn’t so keen on the idea at first. The dog did seem well, she didn’t have a collar but she appeared healthy to the eyes. But it was the eyes that captured your heart and that’s how you found yourself listing so many advantages of having a dog to live with. And it was your eyes that Hajime couldn’t argue with so that was how you ended up with a pup. She would wake the two of you up with gently bumps of her nose, accompany Hajime on his regular runs, walk with the two of you to the market and keep an ear out at night to make sure no harm came near you. “Hey Princess!” You would say and she’d lay on the floor, paws raised and belly in the open, a sign of her trust too.

When you woke up that day, it was a bright grey. Clouds clogging up the sunlight, you knew what was about to come. Going through your morning routine and getting urgent things done, you decided to allow yourself a breathe. On your way to the kitchen, you heard the first rumble. Hurrying now and taking out your relaxing tea mix, you went to grab your blanket as the water boiled. Pouring it to your french press and adding the tea, you dropped yourself to the couch. When Cotton saw you, she walked away. “Weird.” You said to yourself. When she appeared minutes later, accompanied by footsteps, you realized why she was gone for a short period of time. As Hajime sat down by your side, pulling you into his arms, Cotton joined in as well, placing her head to your lap and giving you looks of concern once in a while. That’s how you found yourself waking up in the middle of the night, the thunderstorm long gone, you in the arms of Hajime, your beloved girl sleeping with content in your lap.

Matsukawa Issei, fish: When he decided to try all the ridiculous games at the fair one night, insisting on winning a prize, you were too busy laughing to sense the seriousness in his words. But as the night came to an end, your stomach hurting from the Cotton candy you had, Issei walked towards you, the smug expression you’ve come to know so well, painted in his face. Hands behind his back, you started laughing again. No absurd color could be seen so he didn’t go and win any huge stuffed toy. But when he raised his arms with a “Ta da!”, it was a small plastic bag filled with water, and a little orange fish swimming inside. There was no way this was real.

The fish you thought was the side effect of too much cotton candy turned out to be as real as the two of you. Grabbing a big glass and filling it water, you left the fish in the kitchen that night. Waking up to meet with it again was a shock to say the least. So doing what any responsible adult and eager kid would do, you took a photo of it and went out to get a proper tank, decorative rocks and fish food. By the time Issei got up to prepare some coffee, you were still in the kitchen, head rested on your hands, watching the fish and tapping against the tank once in a while. You didn’t see the way he took a sip of his coffee as he watched the two of you.

This became a habit long after, on stressful days, one of you would take away the source of the stress away and guide the other back where Carrotcake was, watching the light break and divide into infinite colors, getting lost in the waves of its tail as it swimming in serenity. The simple life of your fish was a break from anything and everything, especially when you needed escape. Getting too attached to a fish seemed hilarious to you at first but few months in and you found yourselves researching, then going out to get him a friend and a larger tank, now with a little castle they can play in.

As you sprinkled fish food into the water one morning, Issei placed down his mug to the side and wrapped his arms around. “Who knew we would rediscover us in them?” “Next time we go to the fair, I’ll be the one to try and win a prize.” “So the family keeps growing, huh?” “Why not? They deserve a little happiness and love like ours in their lives too.”

Hanamaki Takahiro, birds: It was a regular café try-out. As Makki was trying his profiterole pyramid, your attention was pulled to your phone when the notification bing! Reached your ears. Seeing a video from your friend, who was visiting her family in her home country, you opened the app eagerly. The joyous chirping of the budgerigar filling the café in an instant, you immediately turned your volume down. Seeing the bird sing and move his head as if he was dancing, you couldn’t help but be glued to the screen. Feeling the burning gaze of Makki in you, you showed him the video and watched him as fascination took over his features. After that, it was merely a count down. When he saw an adoption post for one, he sent it to you in an instant and in a week, you were the proud parents of a budgerigar. Spending the day setting the cage in a good place and checking the water and food, you went to bed content.

Waking up with an unfamiliar and loud noise the next morning, alarmed at first, only to remember the bird afterwards, was an experience to say the least. The first time you let Boncuk out of the cage, to fly inside the living room, you had no idea what he would do to your books. Experience being the best teacher, you found yourself running to get a blanket and using it to cover the book cases. Despite the energetic nature of the bird tiring you once in a while, it was fun to have a singer in the house. He would learn where to fly and what not to chew at in time, sit on your arm or on Makki’s head in the evenings, often pooping on Makki’s head and making you laugh the loudest in your life. When he first opened his beak and made a song far from a typical tweet but more like an actual word, you yelled Makki’s name, pulled him by the arm and asked the bird to do it again. And do he did, he could say only one word but it was more than enough. With the same pride parents have when their baby first starts to walk, you took videos all day, called all your friends and made them hear this wonder on call.

Being the two of you, it didn’t took you long to teach the bird a few more words. The best one was when you called Oikawa on his birthday and Makki called out “Okay, Boncuk! Now what do we say?” “Shittykawa!”

As the two of you started laughing, Oikawa hung up, complaining as he did. Yet all the mindless fun aside, your favorite thing was to watch the two of you duet together some nights, the bird singing along to Makki as he would serenade you or dance with you.

Boncuk means “bead” in Turkish, it’s a common name for budgerigars

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thedemisedroyal · 3 years

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Dangerous Betrayal | TVD/TO

The Vampire Diaries & The Originals

AU Story

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 | 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓

𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙾𝙽 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙵𝙾𝚄𝚁!

In alone scenes, scenes with other celestial beings, or when it revolves around her past memories, she will be referred to as Jordan, but when she is with the cast of TVD/TO she is referred to as Esme. Just a heads up to any confused people.

- a u t h o r

• E S M E •

"You are a disgrace to the Tesni name! You do not belong here anymore. You are here by banished from the Void! You will be taken to Heaven til further notice." Her mother's voice boomed through the giant throne room, the princess felt her heart drop, more tears flooding her eyes, soon following down her face.

She shook her head furiously,"Please mother! Please!" She begged and pleaded but they fell on deaf ears. The princess eyes widened as her father walked towards her with The First Blade in hand. Her father had a furious and disgusted look on his face as he grabbed his youngest child's hair and pulled her out to her feet.

"Father please, I beg of you!" She whispered, her voice trembling with fear, but he didn't answer. He only struck the blade through his daughters chest, she gasped, her eyes flashing a pure golden-yellow, shining within the light, but soon it was consumed by a fiery orange.

Her silver hair was pushed back as the sky door beneath her opened, revealing a pure black portal, which was glistening. It was a portal that lead anyone to the new place named Heaven. "Please." She muttered one last time before her father pulled out the blade that was sticking out of her chest, and pushed her into the portal. As she fell the princess reach out for her father, who simply walked away from the sight.

Soon the doors closed, revealing the sky doors to be in a shape of a dragon, their family sigil.

Jordan gasped as she rose from the bed abruptly, putting a hand on her chest, breathing heavily as past memories flashed in her mind. She turned her head to face her clock, it read 4:38 AM, it was insanely early, the sun wasn't even out yet.

Jordan laid back down, her heart slowly calming down as she closed her eyes and took deep breaths. "God, I hate this." She whispered, living these types of life's sucked, and the goddess just wanted it to stop already. For the billionth time, probably more but Jordan has lost count, she was reborn at the mere age of five minutes in the life of Esme Gilbert. For the past ten years she has lived as the Gilbert girl, feeling all the pain, all the sadness, every bit of it.

The goddess looked at the clock once more, sighing loudly as she had to go to school for the hundredth time. She despised it, but the princess herself tried to keep telling herself that maybe this life might have some pizzazz to it, and not just a normal, mundane life she had lived too many times.

And just like that, the goddess closed her eyes and forced herself back to sleep, trying not to think of her vicious cycle, now frowning at the thought of the first day of high school.

***

Jordan groaned loudly as the annoying beeping from her alarm clock filled her room. Jordan roughly hit the top of her clock, stopping the beeping, but the Gilbert was wide awake, with a pillow over her head, her tangled brown hair spread all over the bed. "Dammit." She muttered, though it was quite muffled as she was faced down.

The wavy brown haired girl pushed the pillow off of her head and threw the blanket off her body. Getting up while rubbing her eyes to try and wipe the sleep off. She yawned loudly, stretching as she stood up from her bed, the cold floor sending electric waves to her feet that kind of woke her up.

"I hate life." Jordan pronounced to a empty room, grabbing her healthcare supplies and making way to the bathroom to start the horrid day.

***

Jordan looked at herself in the full body mirror she had in her room, trying to find any imperfection. She looked good in the outfit Esme's, well her, best friend Caroline Forbes, had picked for her about a week ago. Jordan slightly smile as she topped it off with her rose gold, moonstone ring that was a friendship ring, which Caroline also had. And a silver crescent moon necklace with a blood moon pendant to the side of it, which she got during her fourteenth birthday

Jordan smiled, quickly fixing her bed, picking up her room, tidying it up as she didn't want to do it later in the day when she is tired and extremely lazy. "Okay, let's do this." She spoke to herself, grabbing her satchel and heading downstairs with the rest of her family.

***

"Toast. I can make toast." Esme's Aunt Jenna spoke to Elena in the kitchen, opening one of the top cabinets, looking over her shoulder to look at Elena, who was pouring herself a cup of coffee. "It's all about the coffee, Aunt Jenna." Elena nonchalantly spoke as she poured her coffee, not looking back.

"Is there coffee?" Jeremy and Esme both asked in unison, walking to the kitchen. The younger daughter separated from her little brother, walking towards the cupboard with the coffee mugs, pulling two of them, for Elena and her, knowing Jeremy would take Elena's.

Elena scoffed quietly as Jeremy took her mug, Turing around to grab another one when she was met with Esme already holding one, smiling. Elena sent one back, taking the mug and pouring herself, then one for her sister. "Your first day of school and I'm totally unprepared." Jenna spoke frantically, going to her back to grab her wallet. She pulled out three twenties, walking towards the trio, holding out her hands,"Lunch money?" She questioned, Elena and Esme shook their head,"I'm good." Esme spoke first,"Same." Elena followed, though Jeremy gladly took one of the twenties.

"Anything else? A number two pencil? What am I missing?" The aunt asked herself and the kids, putting the remaining twenties back into her wallet. Esme furrowed her brows, tilting her head a bit, "Don't you have a big presentation today?" The youngest daughter asked, sipping her semi-hot coffee. Jenna sighed, looking at her watch"I'm meeting with my thesis advisor at...now. Crap!" Jenna exclaimed, taking her hair out of the flimsy bun.

Elena spoke up,"Then go. We'll be fine." She reassured, Jenna sent a quick smile and quickly walked away, leaving the three alone. Elena and Esme looked at each other, both communicating with their eyes alone. The youngest twin nudged her head forward, taking a quick glance at their brother, Elena nodded, turning to Jeremy. "You okay?" Elena asked, Jeremy rolled his eyes at his two older sisters,"Don't start." Scoffing as he walked away with his coffee in hand.

Elena looked down,"Don't worry Le, he'll come around soon." Esme sent a small smile towards her sister, who gave a sad one back. The two talked before they all had to leave for school. Elena was going with Bonnie while Esme walked to the park to wait for her best friend, as she was strictly instructed to do so. And she knew Caroline, she wouldn't let her live this down if Esme is late.

***

"Are you sure you're okay?" Caroline questioned her childhood best friend for the hundredth time, Esme giggled and nodded her head. "Yes care-bear, I'm completely fine, you don't have to worry, I've got you." Esme playfully told, the two shared a laugh and continued to walk through the crowded high school hallway.

The two had locked arms, unknowingly walking towards Elena and Bonnie by the lockers, Caroline separated from the youngest daughter of the Gilbert's and to the oldest Gilbert daughter. "Elena. Oh, my god. How are you?" Caroline took the eldest Gilbert into a hug, pulling back swiftly, coming face to face,"Oh, it's so good to see you." She spoke in a calming voice.

The blonde turned to the Bennet,"How is she? Is she good?" Asking her, Elena furrowed her brow a bit,"Caroline," The blonde looked back to the brunette,"I'm right here. And I'm fine. Thank you." Elena reassured her other best friend, nodding her head with a fake smile plastered. "Really?" Caroline asked once more, making Esme shake her head.

"I've been trying to reassure her but she won't listen." Esme finally made her way to the three, "Hey squeakers." Bonnie teasingly said, Esme rolled her eyes playfully,"Hi to you too, branch." Bonnie playfully glared, but she broke into a smile, bringing the younger twin into a hug. The two were also close, well, then again, all four of them were.

Caroline smiled at Elena, bringing her into one last hug, "Oh you poor thing." The Forbes softly spoke, pulling back from the hug quickly, as the first bell would soon ring and she wanted the best seats for her and Esme. "See you guys later? Lunch?" Caroline asked, Bonnie and Elena nodded, a genuine smile on their faces from their bubbly friend,"Yes!" Bonnie exclaimed happily, Elena nodding.

"Okay bye! Come on Esme, we need the best seats!" Caroline dramatically explained, locking arms with her and dragging her along. Esme laughed, waving to her sister and other best friend, they waved back,"See you at lunch!" Bonnie and Elena agreed, quickly saying goodbye.

***

"I was thinking we should head to the grill for a girls night." Caroline spoke as she reapplied her lipstick, she and Esme were by her lockers for a quick book pickup and fixation of her appearance. Esme nodded,"Sure, if you want. Though I might have to ask Jenna." The brunette talked to the blonde, looking towards to see she wasn't listening at all. But her eyes were glued to a person, a boy, who Esme never recognized before.

Jordan's eyes flashed a scarlet red for half a mili-second, a voice in the back of her head speaking in a hush whisper, "Vampire". Jordan felt her heart race, what the hell was that? The goddess doesn't have powers, they were stripped away when she was turned into this dimension. But the woman didn't think about for to long, as she knew exactly who this was, Stefan Salvatore, just like in the file she had gotten when the goddess switched into this dimension. He matched the description it put, dirty blonde hair, dark green eyes, supposed to show up on the first day back.

The goddess didn't know his purpose nor his life story, just his name, his hair and eyes, and that he had a brother named Damon Salvatore, she wasn't given a lot information about the man, which was odd in her case. She would have kept on thinking if it wasn't for that damn bell, "Come on Care, let's get to class!" Esme spoke with a big smile, locking arms with the blonde who was in a slight trance. Caroline snapped out of it, nodding frantically,"Yeah, come on." Soon the two made their way to the first class...math.

***

Elena laughed as Esme fell down to the ground, right on her butt. The younger twin glared at the older twin,"I hate you." She muttered, Elena rolled her eyes, shaking her head,"No you don't Me, no you don't." Elena repeated playfully, sending a sarcastic smirk her way.

(Me is pronounced May, that's Elenas nickname for Esme, she's the only one that calls her that. And Esme calls Elena Le, pronounced Lay, sorry for any confusion."

The eldest son got up from her sister bed, walking towards her mirror to check her face, making sure she didn't rub any makeup of hers. Elena smile as she looked behind her in the mirror, seeing her little sister wiping her butt, already off the floor. "Thanks for the help Le." Elena turned around to see a scowling Esme, "You are very welcome, my dear little sister!" Elena laughed more, but squealed as Esme started to chase her around the room, though Esme already had a plan.

She waited until Elena was near the door, then kicking her history book she hadn't put away yet, making it slide through the floor and right next to Elenas feet, who hadn't even noticed the large book as she was looking behind her. Due to the lack of sight, Elena fell harshly, on her side. Making Esme laugh out loud,"You are very welcome, my dear big sister!" Esme exclaimed, holding her stomach as she fell to the floor, laughing. Elena groaned as she pushed herself up,"Oh my god, that was priceless!" Esme giggled, standing up.

"C-Come on Le, w-we g-gotta go already." Esme stuttered, trying to contain her laughter, Elena glared as she stood up as well,"Imma get you back for that!" She grumbled, rubbing her shoulder, trying to soothe the slight aching feeling. Esme wiped her eyes that were wet with tears,"Yeah, okay, sure you will."

The two soon composed themselves, leaving the room and heading downstairs, playfully bumping shoulders with each other as they walked down the stairs. The twins had their coats in hand, passing their aunt Jenna with smiles on their faces. "We're meeting Bonnie and Caroline at the grill." They quickly informed the guardian.

"Okay, have fun. Wait," Both brunettes swiftly turned around,"I got this. Don't stay out late, it's a school night." Jenna pronounced with a smile, the twins sent smiles her way. Elena chucked,"Well done, Aunt Jenna." She spoke happily, Esme sent a playfully soldier salute. The aunt parted ways with the twins, a satisfied look upon her face.

As Jenna left, Esme and Elena made way to the front door, ready for their little night out. Elena grabbed the door, unlocking it and opening it, slightly gasping as she was face to face with Stefan. "Sorry, I was about to knock." Stefan spoke in a soft tone. Esme heard the voice and she recognized it. She would have seen him if she wasn't putting on her jacket, she closely listened it before making her presence known.

"I wanted to apologize for my disappearing act earlier. I know it was..strange." Stefan said, his voice was kind of low and rough, sending a smile to her twin. Elena shrugged her shoulders,"I get it, blood makes you squeamish." The two shared a quick and brief laugh. Esme soon lost her train of though whilst listening.

Her mind was thinking,"What did he want with her." He was clearly a vampire, as her power detected pretty easily. There has to be a point to why he was here, and why he had a interest to Elena. And most importantly, was it something bad? Was it good..that's a long shot.. She quickly broke out of thought when she saw her sister walk away, turning her head to see a standing Stefan, looking at the doorframe.

Esme quickly put on her facade, plastering a smile and walking towards the door,"Stefan?" Thank god Caroline talked to him during the fourth and third period, otherwise she would have blown her cover. Stefan furrowed his brows, "Hey Esme, what are you doing here." The vampire questioned,"I live here actually, I see you are acquainted with my sister?" She questioned back, Stefan opened his mouth t speak, but didn't speak for a couple of seconds, thinking thoroughly.

"Talked here and there, came here to give back her journal." Stefan responded with a small smiled, Esme was about to respond but she heard someone walking towards her,"You guys know each other?" Elena asked, putting on her jacket, Esme and Stefan gave each other's quick glance,"Met each other in fourth and third." The youngest Gilbert daughter quickly explained.

Elena smiled,"Caroline?" Esme laughed a bit, nodding her head, muttering a quick 'Yup' in response. Stefan cleared his throat, catching the attention on the twins,"Sorry, were you guys going somewhere?" Elena nodded her head, walking more towards the Salvatore. "Yeah, we're going to meet friends. Do you want to come?" Elena asked, locking eyes with the green eyed boy. Esme slightly smiled, looking at the two. Maybe things might not be so bad..maybe?

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lazyangeltreemoney · 4 years

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Goodbye Detective

Oneshot Detective AU

Description: How much harm can one night stand cause?

Pairings: Detective!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: mentions of sex, police, swearing, mafia.

A/N: this might become a series but for now it’s a short Oneshot because Detective Bucky has become my new favourite thing

Bucky woke up that morning with such a headache he was convinced that he had gone to sleep with Sam telling him a bedtime story. His head pounded and he wanted nothing more to slam his head back into his pillow until next Sunday. However, his alarm had other plans, plans which involved him getting out of bed and actually heading to work. Groaning, he slammed his hand down on the clock to get it to finally shut up. The silence that followed next was pleasurable, it was early and for New York standards the streets were quiet.

As much as Bucky wanted to enjoy a lazy morning, Steve would have his ass if he turned up late again. He got out of bed and headed for the shower, hoping the warm water would soothe this aching head. When he walked into the bathroom he looked at himself properly in the mirror. He was naked and there were smudged red lipstick marks along his neck and trailing down his toned figure. Bucky couldn’t help but smile at the marks, a reminder of what or who he had done the night before.

It was a simple night out, headed to his usual bar after finishing his shift at the 57th. He had planned to only have a couple of drinks and head home but there was a woman who he hadn’t seen before. Feeling confident, he brought her a drink, one drink turned into two, two quickly turned into four and before he knew it they were stumbling up the stairs to his apartment.

Bucky was struggling to concentrate on getting the door open as the woman kissed his neck playfully.

“Jesus, Doll at this rate we’re not even going to make it past the front door,” Bucky laughed.

“You’re a big boy James, I’m sure you can have some self-control,” She teased.

“Not when it comes to you,” Bucky smirked as he finally undid the lock.

Slamming the door behind him once they were both inside, Bucky shoved Y/N up against the nearest wall. Their kisses were heavy and hot, both of them battling for some dominance over each other. Y/N pulled away from him slightly and kissed his neck some more, he seemed to have a sweet spot right below his Adam’s apple than made him moan and curse her name.

Bucky felt in such a daze he hadn’t even noticed that she had removed his shirt, her kisses moved from his neck to his collarbone, to his abs, trailing down even further...

Bucky let the memories of last night play over in his mind as he got into the shower. He remembered how innocent and coy she somehow managed to appear on her knees; how her moans seemed to be conducted by some kind of orchestra by how beautiful they sounded; moreover the way she rode him into complete orgasmic bliss.

When Bucky was finally dressed he noticed a small post-it note had been placed next to a box of painkillers and a cup of coffee.

Sorry I had to shoot off but this was fun, call me next time you need an ‘after-shift’ pick me up ;) Y/N

Underneath there was a phone number. Bucky chuckled as he placed the number into his phone and headed to work.

“Well I’ll be damned, sleeping beauty actually got to work on time,” Sam faked his astonishment as Bucky walked into the precinct.

Bucky only rolled his eyes and sat down at this desk, this was going to be a long fucking day.

“What, you finally got someone to kiss that ugly mug and wake your ass up?” Sam clearly wasn’t going to let this drop.

“You know what Wilson-”

“Barnes, Wilson, briefing room now!” Nat called from the other side of the room.

Sam and Bucky’s old married couple schtick would have to wait, Natasha Romanoff was not a woman you kept waiting. Sam and Bucky followed each other into the briefing room to see Nat had put pictures of the Rumlow crime family:

Erik Rumlow- Father and Head of the Family

Brock Rumlow - His eldest Son, Second in command

Underneath them was a string of men’s mugshots, over the past year the squad had been trying to work out the family’s chain of command, work out who the big fish were. They couldn’t simply go for Brock or Erik, they were pretty much untouchable.

Recently there had been a new drug popping up on the streets called ‘Red Skull’. Barnes hadn’t been able to prove it yet but he knew that it was coming in from Rumlows docks and being spread on his orders. ‘Red Skull’ had quickly become a problem around New York and the commissioner was giving everyone hell to try and sort the problem.

Bucky readied himself for rigorous hours of staring at that damned board and came up with no way to tie ‘Red Skull’ to Rumlow. He had to give it to him, Rumlow had a tight ship, there was never any evidence and none of his henchmen was talking. The one good thing about today was the fact that Y/N had texted him back after he had texted her to say thank you for the ‘pick me up’.

How do you know I like my coffee? - Bucky

You’re rather predictable, the ruggedly handsome stranger likes his coffee black with two sugars, such a cliche James, besides I kind of owed you- Y/N

Bucky chuckled at her reply and went to text her back when Natasha let out a rather unamused cough.

“Barnes, you ready to join us in reality?” Natasha’s voice was dripping with sarcasm and her icy stare made him shut off his phone and give her an apologetic glance.

“Thankyou Romanoff, as I saw saying,” Steve got up and walked over towards the whiteboard, “There was some chatter on the street and thanks to Romanoff’s excellent work we can confirm that Y/N Rumlow is officially back in New York,” Steve wrote her name on the board next to Brock Rumlow.

“Didn’t even know Erik had a daughter,” Sam commented, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Apparently she went travelling a lot after her mother passed away, and hasn't been in the city for 3 years,” Natasha replied coolly.

No one was surprised at Nat knowing so much, in a five-minute conversation she could grab a person's address, phone number and social security number.

“So what brings her back now?” Sam turned to Natasha.

“We don’t know but judging how quickly she left after her mother passed, something tells me that she and Erik don’t have the best relationship,” Nat suggested.

Steve grabbed a picture of the table next to him and stuck it onto the whiteboard above where he had written her name. When Steve stepped away he turned to face the other three.

“This is the closest we’ve gotten to a lead in months so we need to approach her in the right way, Barnes, Wilson, I want you to follow her, see what her daily routine is and we’ll work from there,” Steve ordered.

Sam nodded and headed out of the room, Nat and Steve followed assuming Bucky would come as well but he didn’t. He felt frozen in place and his eyes were glued to the photo that had been stuck on the whiteboard. No, no, this can’t be happening, this is just Sam playing some sick joke? The photo on the board was of Y/N, the woman he had taken home last night. He sat in the room, waiting, praying for Sam to reappear laughing and say something along the lines of ‘Man I got you so good,’ But he didn’t. Instead, he simply told Bucky to ‘hurry his ass up’ and that was when it hit him. He had just slept with The Mafia Princess of Brooklyn.

Y/N’s day was going pretty well. The sunlight trickling through James blinds woke her up and as much as she enjoyed the feel of his arms around her, her phone looked as if it was about to blow with the amount of missed phone calls and texts that appeared on her screen.

Sighing, she somehow managed to pry herself out of James hold and saw all of the messages were from her brother and her friend Martin. Martin had been the one familiar face she had been happy to see when he arrived back in the city. Y/N sent him a quick text telling him to meet her at the Diner on fourth and picked her clothes up off of James’ floor. She managed to find her underwear, jeans and shoes but when she found her shirt she hissed a little at a memory from last night.

“God you’re handsome,” Y/N hummed as she crawled on top of James

“And you are wearing too many clothes,” James groaned.

Before she could stop him two strong hands came to the front of her shirt and ripped it open, buttons cascading down onto the two of them.

“James!” YN went to scold him but he held onto her too tightly and silenced her with another searing kiss.

“Told you Doll, no self-control,” He teased and kissed her again before she could argue back.

It wasn’t like Y/N could walk around the streets of New York in her bra. The press would have a field day and give her Dad a heart attack… actually, she didn’t mind the second thing so much. Glancing around the room Y/N spotted a greyish t-shirt. It was a Led Zeppelin t-shirt and it would have to do.

“Since when did you start listening to Led Zeppelin?” Martin raised a brow as Y/N sat across from him at the dinner.

“I don’t know, just happened to come across some of his stuff while travelling,” Y/N shrugged the comment off and looked down at the menu, she was craving some good old American pancakes and coffee.

“Oh yeah, name one of their songs?” Martin held his award-winning smirk and it made Y/N want to punch him.

“Urgh fine you’ve caught me but no telling Brock or Dad, got it?” Y/N warned.

Even with only holding a butter knife, Martin was harshly reminded that Y/N was the daughter of the biggest and baddest mob bosses in Brooklyn.

“Yeah, yeah, I got it, no telling Daddy you’re no longer his sweet innocent virgin daughter,” Martin grumbled, “OWWW!”

Y/N had found one of the toothpicks and stabbed it into Martin's left hand that he left so casually unguarded on the table, big mistake. Martin quickly jerked his hand away and sucked on it briefly where Y/N had stabbed him. There wasn’t any blood but fuck it hurt. He glared at Y/N as he rubbed his hand but she just gave him a sickly sweet smile and called the waitress over.

Bucky felt as if he was sweating buckets as he sat in Sam’s car. He kept trying to go over everything Y/N and he said last night, did she say her last name? Did he mention he was a cop? He couldn’t remember anything from before they got back to his apartment.

“Barnes you okay over there?” Sam asked, concerned for his friend who hadn’t said anything the whole car journey down to the dinner.

They’d gotten a tip that Y/N used to come here a lot with her mother and chances were she would turn up there again.

“Yeah, fine, just tired,” Bucky muttered out, looking through the binoculars.

Sam wanted to push Bucky further but then he spotted Y/N Rumlow enter the Diner. She wasn’t dressed the way you’d expect a mafic princess to dress. No designer labels, no primped and proper hair or chihuahua in her arms. Instead, she looked a lot more down to earth. She wore black jeans, combat style black boots and a greyish t-shirt under a leather jacket.

Sam instantly started snapping pictures of her. She walked through the Diner and quickly went to go and sit down next to a man who was already sitting down. Sam recognised the man, Martin Murphy, one of Rumlows henchmen. The two seemed to be old friends, they seemed to be teasing each other about something and acting like children at a dinner table. Even Sam had to chuckle at the sight of Y/N threatening Martin with a butter knife. Then Y/N removed her jacket and Sam could see the t-shirt she was wearing more clearly… It was a Led Zeppelin t-shirt. It looked an awful lot like the one he had brought Bucky last Christmas for the squad's secret Santa. It even had the same paint stains on it from when they had all helped Steve move house and redecorate the nursery…

Sam turned to face Bucky who had his eyes locked on the Diner… locked on Y/N. He even seemed to be giving an evil glare to the guy sitting next to her. Sam watched Bucky seem to mentally snap when he saw Martin lean over and wipe something off of Y/N’s face.

“Sam why don’t you wait in the car, I’m going to scope out the place,” Bucky stated and before Sam could even argue Bucky was already out of the car and halfway across the road.

Sam was simply left behind in the car with his mouth agape… what the hell had Bucky gotten himself into?

Who the fuck is this guy? Bucky was doing his best to remain calm as he walked towards the Diner but when he saw Martin’s hand reach for Y/N he wanted to break it off. He stormed into the Diner and suddenly it hit him that he didn’t have a plan. He couldn’t just walk up to her and start questioning her, Steve said that he wanted to try and get Y/N to be the squad's graving grace in this case. If he messed it up purely out of jealousy Steve would kill him.

Just as Bucky was panicking about what he should actually do he made eye contact with Martin and was giving him a serious death glare. Who did this guy think he was flirting with Y/N? She was wearing his shirt for christ sake. Screw having a plan, Bucky was going to march over there and give him a piece of his mind… or he was until Sam came crashing into the Diner and dragged him onto the nearest booth.

“Alright Barnes I want answers now,” Sam ordered as he threw Bucky into the seat.

Bucky, deciding not to cause a scene, got into the booth and grabbed a menu to try and look inconspicuous but his eyes kept drifting over to Y/N.

“Oh no Barnes, eyes on me, now you’re going to tell me exactly why Y/N fucking Rumlow is wearing the t-shirt I got you last Christmas?” Sam waved his hand in front of Bucky.

This was going to be one long fucking day.

“Ah shit, Barnes and Wilson, Dumb and Dumber of New York’s finest just waltzed in,” Martin sneered and leaned down further into his seat,

“Who?” Y/N mumbled through a mouth full of pancakes.

“Good to see that three years away haven’t improved your manners,” Martin muttered at Y/N and handed her a tissue, “Barnes and Wilson, two detectives that have been stirring up some trouble… it’s just business and I know you don’t wanna talk about that stuff,”

Y/N turned to look behind her to see who Martin was gesturing two behind her. When she turned around Y/N could have sworn her heart stopped beating. James, no surely not, Martin can’t mean him. But James and the man sat across from him were the only other two people in the Diner. In what Y/N would later admit wasn’t her smartest move, she fled the Diner. She mumbled something to Martin about how she owed him for breakfast and just ran into the streets of New York. Fuck, fuck, fuck, how could you do this! Y/N scolded herself as she pushed herself through crowds of people. He’s a Cop, of course, he’s a cop.

Just as she was cursing herself her phone rang,

“Martin I told you I’d pay you back but there’s something really important I need to do-” Y/N groaned down the phone,

Stupid traffic light, change colour already.

“Not Martin Doll,” that stupid scruff, sexy voice, “turn around, Doll,”

Y/N turned around to see James was standing right behind her. He hung up the phone and said a silent prayer, hoping Y/N wasn’t going to shoot off again.

“I think we need to talk,” Bucky grabbed her hand and led her towards a side road that was certainly less busy.

It was just the two of them now but somehow that didn’t make it any easier for either of them to talk. Y/N couldn’t stand it, the anxiety bubbling inside her, what the hell did he want from her? Did he want to arrest her? Was last night even real or was he trying to seduce her to get information about her Dad? Y/N tried to study him to see if his expression gave away any signs but there was nothing. All there seemed to be between them was dead air and heavy tension.

“I see now why you owed me,” Bucky began gesturing to her t-shirt, hoping to kill some of the tension,

“So is this how you usually do things, buy a girl a few drinks, take her to your place and then stalk her and arrest her?” Y/N accused in that sultry tone and nearly made all the blood in Bucky’s brain rush downwards.

“Come on Doll I haven’t even gotten any cuffs out yet… unless you want me to,” Bucky teased walking closer towards her.

Y/N simply scoffed at him and pushed him away.

“Urgh, I can’t believe I slept with a fucking cop,” Y/N seethed as she pinched the nose of her bridge.

“Well you did, Doll, rather spectacularly if you ask me,” Bucky flirted with her, he knew he was crossing a line but he just couldn’t help himself around her. Flirting with her came as natural as breathing.

“No, no, I didn’t, in fact, ‘this’,” Y/N gestured between the two of them, “Never happened, got it,”

“Why because it would get your Daddy’s panties in a bunch?” Bucky teased

“No, because my Dad would put a bullet in your brains and then mine, in that order,” Y/N said and Bucky’s flirty demeanour died down when he noticed the serious tone in her voice.

“Doll,” Bucky tried to step closer to her to try and offer some comfort but Y/N simply stepped away further.

“I’m serious James, this never happened, goodbye.” With that Y/N left and headed back into the heavily busy streets of Brooklyn.

#bucky x reader #detective!bucky #detective!bucky x reader #marvel #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes #the winter solider #bucky barnes x reader #reader insert #detective au #mobster!reader

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headspacedad · 4 years

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day two: space

@shirobirthdayweek2020

"I'm sorry," the princess apologizes. "It looks like the last fight did more damage than we thought. Gravity will be out for a while longer."

Outside, past the view screen, the stars are small points of light, glints of energy against the swallowing dark.

Lance waves long arms in wild windmills of action and for once the movements do nothing at all for him or to help vent his energy.

"But this place is huge! What if we drift away somewhere and no one ever finds us?!"

For a second, Shiro feels the old echo of fear that every astronaut holds inside themselves. Of losing maneuverability in space, of being left to drift, helpless, through eternity, too small and insignificant to ever be found, lost between the stars.

And then he realizes that Lance is only talking about the castle-ship itself, fears much more focused and immediate. Its excessively stated. Shiro has learned that about Lance already. But its also not wrong. With his trait for saying what's at the heart of what everyone else is feeling, Lance has put a name on their collective repressed fear. The castle-ship they're on really is huge and mostly unexplored for them at this point. It already echoes in long skittering bounces of unexpected sound, meant to house hundreds, not seven. Seven and three mice, Shiro corrects himself mentally as one of them - the pink? one - drifts past, tiny arms folded behind its head. He would swear it winks at him on the way past, slow and lackadaisical except its hard, when its eyes are on either side of its head, to tell for sure and he can handle a lot but sentient mice winking at him isn't currently something he wants to add to the list of insane but real things he'd currently shouldering.

"We could end up locked in a closet - or an empty room - like - like that lady that got locked in a chest on her wedding day!!" Lance's voice, already young, is rising, making it sound younger and closer to cracking. Shiro does a quick scan of the rest of the team and sees Hunk , already sweating and holding his hands, and his knees, close to his chest, eyes wide. Pidge has caught her glasses and is taking too long cleaning the lenses of them while she spins in a slow circle. And Keith is looking sullen, arms tightly crossed across his chest and, Shiro realizes, surreptitiously watching him. Waiting for a cue so he knows how to react.

Slow, intentionally casual, Shiro reaches down and hooks his hand on the top of a seat, pulling himself downward. Weightlessness has never been his enemy. He’s got too many other now to let it start at this point.

"No one's getting locked anywhere," he keeps it firm, his 'commander' voice. "No one's getting lost. Look," his tone shifts, gentling into his 'instructor' voice. "Its inconvenient but- this is what you all would have experienced if you'd gotten the chance to finish your training and pilot ships of your own. A lot of them don't have their own gravity, you spend months floating around, bouncing off of the sides of things."

He smiles, let them see it and the way he's relaxed, sitting on the top of the chair with his feet on the seat, one hand hooked naturally to keep him in place. "I can't tell you how many times I'd get back from a mission and set something in thin air thinking it would be there when I reached for it again instead of remembering gravity was a thing."

Keith snorts, a hard won laugh for him.

"I remember you broke your favorite coffee mug, letting it go in midair one time when you were talking to me about classes."

Shiro laughs, easier than Keith's and nods, fingers of his free hand moving slightly to point.

"Hey, that was a vintage Star Trek mug. Spock's ear never glued on right after that."

There’s a groan from one of the other kids at his display of 'old nerd' but - it had worked. The rest of the team calms down, forgetting to be afraid, distracted from it by stories and the memories of their own dreams of space. If their leader is taking this in stride than it can't be that bad. Shiro knows it, he knows they look to him to show them how to deal with this entirely foreign situation - not just the gravity but the entire 'alien universe' bit. And he knows he had to stay level for them. Needing to do it for others, helps him do it for himself. He leans mentally full in for it.

"Think of this as an adventure!"

Another groan. He grins.

"Or think of it as training. Usually you wouldn't have gotten this kind of thing until you were advanced enough for the space station. Just imagine, you're already head of your class back on Earth now." Way ahead, but he doesn't let them dwell on that part. "We'll set up some rope lines to the main areas. We'll keep the communicators open. Its really not much bigger than the space station back home if we stick to the main routes we already know."

It is. Bigger. That isn't really the point though. His team is watching him and all of them have relaxed. Hunk has uncurled himself, Pidge has stopped cleaning her glasses, Lance has stopped gesticulating wildly. Keith's arms have - a little - uncrossed from their tight guard over his thin chest. Shiro gives them all a smile. Proud of them. "It'll be fun." He puts the nail on things with the 'dad' observation and Pidge rolls her eyes but - its okay. Everyone is okay now. Their fears have been soothed away, gathered up in Shiro’s hands and safely disposed of where they’re not so big and scary anymore.

He looks over at the princess and she looks back. He hasn't known her long but he can already see questions behind her eyes. Probably about the Earth tech he's mentioned but possibly about brides getting locked in chests on their wedding day while playing hide and seek. He gives her a smile as well and when she smiles back, hesitant but real, he realizes she’s very aware of what he's just done for his team. He nods and, standing up on the headrest of the chair, hooks a boot toe to keep himself there, stretching out an arm and grabbed Lance's sneaker.

"There. I’ve got you. Reach over and get Pidge. Pidge grab Hunk. Keith, you're close enough to the wall, stick out a leg and give yourself a push over here. Don't worry about over-shooting. I'll catch you. Let's get everyone anchored somewhere and then we can practice pushing off and grappling things until everyone's comfortable. We’re in space after all. This probably won’t be the only time we need to work without gravity."

He reaches out for an incoming Keith but Lance is in a better position and his long arm shots out first. Shiro relaxes a bit more. The 'rivalry' really isn't useful for anything and he’s glad it isn't real enough for Lance to remember it when he isn't paying attention. Gentle, he hauls everyone down to cluster around the chair and lets them anchor themselves variously before he pushes off of it and easily 'climbs' his way across the ceiling to push down again and anchor himself next to the monitor the princess is at. He really can’t dwell on it right now but - he’s missed weightlessness. The easy glide through air, sleeping rocked by it, all but flying when he moves. He gives the princess another smile, encouraging, and her answering one is warmer. The kids on his team aren’t the only ones having to figure things out as they go. On the screen of the monitor, Coran drifts around in what must be an engine room. The man doesn't seem anything other than his usual chipper self.

"I'll have things back to normal before a minite can shake all its tails!" he announces cheerfully and completely uselessly for the majority of them that don't know what a minite is. Shiro gives him a smile all the same.

"No idea what that means but thanks, Coran. Give us a bit of a head's up before you switch the gravity back on though, will you? Don't need anyone up in the air when it happens."

"Righty oh! Don't want any paladin pancakes!"

Shiro has to wonder about the words the castle's translator chooses to translate and which ones it doesn't but that’s for another time. Already he can hear his team around their chair with Pidge and Hunk discussing angles of bounce for their first foray out and Lance telling Keith the chair isn't big enough for the two of them. He doesn't sigh. Just gives the princess another smile and then turns back to his team.

"All right! Time for some laps! And stay close to the ground just to be safe."

read the other days/prompts on AO3

#vld #voltron #shiro #takashi shirogane #shirobirthdayweek #fanfic #okay to reblog #please do in fact #this wasn't at all where I thought I was going #I thought I was going to write about how Shiro likes sleeping weightless #instead we're going with this #lets do something lighthearted and early series and fun instead #verb tense? I don't know her

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skelebae21 · 4 years

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Baisemain [G!Papyrus x Reader] By nixdex on DeviantArt

Baisemain - A kiss on the hand Ever since you had met the tall skeleton monster, you had been absolutely charmed. W.D. Papyrus was the definition of a gentleman. Everything he did screamed elegant, from the way he walked to the way he talked. He treated everyone with utter respect and kindness. Even if he happened to find himself in a sticky situation, he kept his cool. Like the day you had met him. You had been making your way home from a late night shift, calmly walking down the streets in the middle of the night, enjoying the cool but pleasant air. Not cold enough to freeze in your thin jacket and scarf, but still enough for your breath to fog when you breathe out. And of course, your night was ruined when a man quickly took a grip of your messenger bag, trying to rip it from you. But jokes on him, since you were always prepared. Never let your guard down in a big city, especially during night when you're alone. Number one rule of survival. While you were having a tug of war with the mugger -him being armed with a knife, yet only being bark and no bite-, your knight on a white horse arrived. Papyrus had calmly strolled up to the two of you, tapping the man's shoulder to get his attention. Your mugger had quickly let go of your bag, making you stumble back and land on your butt, like the graceful princess you were. At first you had been startled by the tall monster, he was a skeleton after all. But as soon as he opened up his mouth to speak, you had calmed down. “I believe it is not very polite to try and steal a young woman's bag without her approval,” the skeleton’s voice was so smooth that for a moment you forgot you were being mugged. Was it even possible to have such a smooth voice? If he had been your teacher in college, you might have paid a bit more attention in class. Completely missing the exchange of words between the two men -as you were too busy staring at the skeleton-, you were quite surprised when the mugger started to cry while your saviour gently patted him on the back. Your mugger, who introduced himself as Mark, had apologized to you through his tears, his voice breaking so much it was painful to witness. He explained how he lost his job and his wife took away his children, kicking him on the streets, and he was desperate for money. Feeling sorry for the man, you had quickly fished out a 20 (dollar/euro/etc.) and handed it to him, which only made him cry more. After the gentle skeleton also had provided him with some extra cash, you had given him directions to a homeless centre, one that you at times visited to do some volunteering in the kitchen. As soon as the man began walking in the direction you pointed out, you turned to the monster before you, smiling kindly at him. “Thank you so much for your help, how can I repay you, Mr....?” “W.D. Papyrus,” the man introduced himself, holding out his hand for you to take, which you did. “And there is no need for repayment, it was the right thing to do after all.” You almost missed what he said, seeing as you were very busy admiring how smooth his bones were. Which sounds creepy yes, but they were very smooth. Did he use lotion? You were even more surprised when he lifted your hand up, him also leaning forward to gently press his teeth against your knuckles. After a long conversation with you shuttering about needing to repay him for his kindness, you were able to convince him to join you in a café the very next day. Whether it was him accepting defeat or him taking pity in your flustered state, you would never know. And that was how you got to know the gentleman named, W.D. Papyrus. And it was only downhill from there. You found yourself enchanted with everything he did. His relaxed features when he was enjoying a book in your company, the way he held his cup of tea, how he lectured his brother in the most caring and calm way possible -which you found fascinating, since when you lectured your siblings, it usually ended up in a hair tugging war-, and oh dear god did you love the way he said your name. He had the most interesting accent, one that you couldn't pinpoint even if you wanted. You once asked him about it, and he said it was from a language among skeletal monsters, one that he rarely used nowadays. You often found yourself staring at his face. You tried convincing yourself it wasn't creepy, but deep down you knew you should be ashamed for not being able to rip your eyes away from him. Sans caught you once, and you had never seen anyone look as smug as he did in that exact moment. Your eyes would trail along the two cracks on his face, one above his right eye, and the other one under his left one. The thought of them being in pain was scary, since you really didn't want anything to be able to harm such a pure person. Sometimes you tried to imagine where he might have gotten them, but then quickly remembered Sans also had them, which either meant it was a family trait or both had done something idiotic to cause so similar injuries. But then again you couldn't imagine Papyrus doing anything stupid, so it must have been Sans’ fault in that case. “Papyrus,” you called out his name to get his attention, which you did “can I ask you something?” The tall skeleton looked at you for a moment before he placed a bookmark in his book and resting the literature on his lap. The two of you were seated in one of the sofas in his and Sans' huge Victorian house. You often found yourself reading with Papyrus, just enjoying the other’s presence and a good story. Other times you would enjoy a coffee or tea together, or even take a walk. You were a calm pair, both finding more enjoyment in a quiet afternoon over a bar trip with a bunch of friends. “Of course.” Papyrus answered as he had his attention turned to you. Nervously you placed your own book on the coffee table, shifting around as you gathered courage to ask what had been nagging in your mind for a long time now. “Do...” you started before rethinking your words “Do they hurt? The cracks, I mean.” you toyed with your fingernails out of nervous habit, hoping you didn't ask a sensitive or too personal question. Hearing a small chuckle next to you made you relax ever so slightly, knowing he hadn't taken any offence in your curiosity. “They do not hurt, there is no need to worry over them.” Papyrus assured, and as you looked back up at him, you could see he actually found your worry amusing. Once again nervous, you swallowed thickly before speaking once again. “May I touch them?” you could see Papyrus’ eyes widen slightly, making you regret your question. You were just about to stand up to make a run for the front door to escape the awkwardness, when you felt a gentle touch on your hands. Glancing down, you saw a skeletal hand with a hole in the middle of the 'palm' carefully gripping your hands which were resting on your lap, lifting them up to his face. He placed your palms against his cheekbones, giving you a small nod to tell you it was alright. With his phalanges still holding their contact with your skin, you moved your hands to trace alone the cracks, finding them very interesting. Your eyes were glued onto the dark lines, as if your stare alone could fix them. “They are not an injury, no need for worry, my dear.” Papyrus spoke, as if reading your mind. “So it's a family trait then, not Sans accidentally making something explode in both of your faces.” you answered, seeing Papyrus chuckle at your joke you gave a mental pat on your shoulder. “Indeed. Our father also had cracks on his face, just like Sans and myself.” your (e/c) eyes moved from his face to his hands, which were still placed over yours. Carefully turning your hand around in his, so you could gently take hold of his phalanges you studied the hole in the middle of the metacarpal as well as part of his carpals bones. You wondered how it was possible for his fingers to stay in their rightful places, even when the bones aren't intact, his phalanges and metacarpals simply float in their spots. “And these?” you spoke quietly, as if a loud voice would ruin the moment. “Also family trait.” your eyes darted to his, asking the unspoken question “And no, they do not hurt either.” he reassured with a gentle smile on his face. He and Sans were capable of quite a lot of expressions, keeping in mind that they were only bones. Could bone even flex? It shouldn't, right? “Then how...?” with your fingers you gently brushed against the empty space in his palm. “Magic.” he chuckled, watching you with adoration as you studied his hands. With gentle movements Papyrus took hold of your hand again, bringing it to his teeth in the same manner as on the day the two of you met. But instead of pulling away after one skeletal kiss on your knuckles he moved on to press his teeth against your wrist, and then slowly making his way up along your arm. As your brain crashed from overheating, you could do nothing but watch the act with a beet red face. Papyrus didn't seem to mind at all as he continued to slowly get closer to your neck. With each new kiss the hair on your neck stood on it's ends, until finally, Papyrus reached your neck and pulled away, only enough to look at your face. “May I kiss you, (_Name_)?” his voice was still so quiet and smooth, if only the slightest bit rough. Not trusting your own voice, you nodded rapidly, your face heating up even more. With another gentle chuckle Papyrus leaned closer to your face, his eyes closing as he did so, and placed his teeth against your lips. You didn't even know if it counted as a kiss, as he didn't have any lips, but it still made your heart beat dangerously fast and butterflies flutter in your stomach, but you ignored it as you closed your own eyes and pressed slightly closer to him. A bright light and the sound of a shutter startled you enough to make you jump and pull away, breath uneven and face red as a tomato. Both you and Papyrus turned your heads to look at the source. Standing nonchalantly in the room with you was Sans, a cigarette in between his teeth and your beloved polaroid camera in hand, a new picture being spit out from the camera. He took it out from the machine and waved it a couple of times before looking at it. “I should get into the photography business.” Sans spoke, placing the picture on the coffee table before leaving, your camera still in his hands. Taking a peak at the picture you covered your face with your hands, muttering how embarrassed you felt over the whole situation. Papyrus on the other hand took the picture and studied it closely, a fond smile on his face. His other hand reached for one of yours, clasping them together and once more bringing your hand to his teeth for a Baisemain.

#beautiful #what a gentleman #hand kiss #so romantic #gaster!papyrus #cuties!#first kiss #gaster!papyrus x reader #undertale ficlet #gaster!sans #i love this #sketch art

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feather-flocking · 4 years

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Pet Names

I’m new to the DC universe so this is my first time writing about DC characters and their world. >.< I was inspired to write again after three years from all the amazing fanfic I’ve been reading lately. Since I have been obsessing over Jason Todd, I decided to write about JayRae.

I hope you enjoy.

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Dick sat with his back to the door, his eyes glued to the TV and a cup of tea in his left hand and the remote in his right. The only light source in the room was from the TV. In the background, he could hear the ocean’s waves rushing up the shore and the faint sound of his family and friends in the other room. The room smelled of a mixture of salt and mango- someone must have lit the candle that was set out when they arrived at the beach house. He inhaled slowly, closing his eyes briefly as he listened to the reporter on the screen.

“You’re losing your touch,” a smooth voice said. Dick snapped his eyes open to the petite shadow on the wall that was cast from the small sliver of the new light from the open door.

“Am not,” he huffed and twisted his neck to peer over at the girl. Her dark hair was down around her shoulders and she wore an oversized sweater that covered her shorts. Her violet eyes stared back apathetically.

“You didn’t even notice me come in,” Raven said with a small huff. Before Dick could retaliate, Raven continued, “They want you to join them for a ‘night of friendly games’, according to Kori.”

Dick turned to his drink, poured the entire contents in his mouth, stood up, and sat down the mug and remote. He straightened out his shirt and pants before looking back to Raven with a smile. “Well, let’s go kick some butt.” The corners of Raven’s mouth quirked up, but suddenly dipped back when she looked past Dick to the TV still playing.

“Him again? Have you guys found anything new on him?” Raven asked and took a small step to the side to get a better view. Dick followed her stare to the screen.

The screen flashed to Batman and Nightwing propelling from rooftops behind a dark figure. As the three began leaping to lower buildings, the light from the moon highlighted the figure to show their red mask and dark clothes. Dick had to admit the guy was skilled.

“… people are calling him the Hot Tamale, Red Mask, Tin Can, Cherry Tomato, Lobster, Fire Top, and Bald Guy. He is still being-“ the reported rattled on.

“Cherry Tomato?” A rough voice interrupted with a scoff. “Is that what people are seriously calling that guy?” Raven and Dick turned to the doorway. Jason was leaned against the door frame, his arms crossed at his chest with a small smirk on his lips. His long-sleeve shirt seemed too tight and his sweats were hung too long for Dick’s liking. He swore they were going to fall down any minute. Get Jason some new and better fitting clothes for Christmas. Noted.

“Does this mean I should change my name to Blue Skittles? Nightwing is getting kinda old, don’t cha’ think? I got to keep the audience on their toes.” Dick replied, laughing as he turned off the screen. Raven looked at him impassively, which had Dick’s laughter slowly fade out. He cleared his throat and looked at Jason and waited for him to speak.

“Raven was supposed to get you,” Jason glanced at Raven. He paused on her eyes then slowly traveled down her small frame before resting on her eyes again. His face was static. Raven’s eyes narrowed at his action. Dick stood in the middle, his eyebrows raised with interest at the two. Weird.

“Well, what are we waiting for-?“ Dick started when neither of them spoke.

“You, dumbass!” Stephanie exclaimed from the other room.

“I’m coming!” Dick huffed before he walked between the two figures in the room and left the room, leaving Raven and Jason to whatever Raven and Jason do.

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Raven sat on the top of the beach house despite the ongoing war her friends were having over the game Clue. Apparently, Victor caught Gar looking off his paper, but Gar was denying it- as usual. Raven stared out into the dark waters as her thoughts wandered. Bruce had gotten them one of the best houses with a beachfront. All the beach houses were a fairly reasonable size. Though with the entire bat family and a few friends, the reasonable size house shrunk quickly. Almost every floor space was someone’s bed and the three bathrooms were a nightmare. Raven was lucky to claim a corner of the living room floor. There was no one to kick her head, albeit her ribs were another story. Raven looked down at her open book in her lap and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her hair as a gust of wind danced past. Despite the cold temperature, she was enjoying herself. Her eyes began to float across the page, but they didn’t get far when she heard the sound of footsteps. She looked up to see Jason saunter over. He lowered himself to the roof’s floor and crossed his legs at the ankles in front of him as he leaned back on his hands.

“Party’s downstairs,” he simply stated. Raven turned her attention back to her book.

“So shouldn’t you be there then?” Raven replied without glancing at him. She attempted to read, but she couldn’t continue with the company. She usually could, but she and Jason rarely spoke to one another. The fact he was sitting with her bemused her. Perhaps he didn’t know she was out here.

Instead of replying, Jason stole her book from her lap and glanced at the cover. His brows raised in interest before he set it on the other side of him- the side Raven wasn’t on. Raven let out a silent sigh as she raised her eyes to him. Another breeze flew past them, causing his hair to fall into his eyes and hers to move away from her face. Raven watched his white streak as it floated with the wind before settling back down against his brow. She never really gave thought to his hair, but suddenly she found herself allured to the bold contrast of colors in his hair.

Jason shrugged at her reply. “Family game night isn’t my style, Princess,” he said and glanced out at the ocean. Raven’s lips dipped down at the pet name as she continued to look at him. Her gaze dragged down his body slowly involuntarily. He hadn’t changed his clothes since Raven saw him earlier. His maroon long-sleeve clung to him in ways Raven found intriguing. Jason, along with all the other bats, were fit. That was no surprise to her. Everyone ran around so much they burned enough calories for decades, but something about the way Jason was built was slightly different than his brothers. Raven had always thought men with overly seized muscles looked like a big stiff bear with a small head and big ego, but she had to admit that Jason was one bear she wouldn’t mind to look at. Plus his body was more proportional than those goofs, except for his big snarky attitude. Not to mention his legs. Her gaze traveled lower. She wondered if he could crack open a watermelon with his thighs alone- they were so-

“I can’t wait for this stupid trip to be over,” Jason mumbled. Raven’s eyes snapped to his face, her cheeks heating up in fear she was caught staring and not from the chilly weather. She let out a small breath she didn’t realize she was holding when she noticed his eyes still on the ocean.

“Dick was excited that you came,” Raven replied lowly as she looked out at the waves as well. There was something about hearing the waves but being able to barely see them comforting.

“Dickhead is always excited to see me, sugar plum. I think he’s in love with me,” he said with a shake of his head. “I wouldn’t tell Kori or Barbra that though. I’d rather not die again.”

Raven resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the continuation of his pet names of her. She was never overly fond of them. “Do you remember my name?”

Jason chuckled and gave her a puzzled look. “Why do you ask?”

“You aren’t using it.”

“I’m testing out names for you,” Jason replied as if she should’ve known that already.

“Why?” Raven tilted her head slightly at her confusion, wondering where his interest in pet names for her came from. He simply shrugged and looked away from her.

“I think Dick is too preoccupied with this new guy,” Raven replied in her usual monotone after a few minutes of silence. She knew Dick was getting a little angsty that he and Bruce still haven’t gotten the guy. Dick felt the answer to all their problems was staring them in the face, but he couldn’t pinpoint it, which got him more riled up. Although Dick and Raven were no longer on the same team, they still kept in touch regularly. They were, after all, best friends.

“Ahhh, that guy. Mmm. What are they saying?” Jason asked and looked at Raven. Raven continued to stare out in front of her. She brought her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around herself to keep a little warmer.

“They think they’re close to finding the guy, but they know they’re missing something major,” Raven spoke quietly. “I heard them saying this ‘Cherry Tomato’ was skilled-“

“Did they now?”

“- but they are better so this Tomato only has a few more days before he expires.” Raven finished and looked at Jason when he scoffed. His lips were in a smirk and his aquamarine eyes shone brightly against the dark sky- the green from the pit pulsing underneath. Raven tilted her head slightly at his amusement. He let out a low chuckle, more to himself than to her before he returned to the water. Raven watched him for a few more seconds before following his gaze. Her skin was quickly gaining more goosebumps as the wind began to pick up, albeit she didn’t want to leave. She felt relaxed on the roof and Jason’s company wasn’t as bad as she had thought it would be.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jason move the smallest centimeter closer to her. Although their bodies weren’t touching, they were close enough for Raven to feel his body heat radiating off of him. She let her eyes close for a minute, letting in and out deep breaths before she opened and turned to Jason- only she was greeted with empty space. Her brows furrowed slightly at the sudden lack of company. The only thing left was her closed book.

As she began to reach for her book, a figure approached the roof again. She glanced up and her eyes widen slightly. Jason stood with two blankets and pillows for them. He simply shrugged at her expression before setting up for the long night.

~ * ~ * ~

“That was B. He has sightings of Hot Tamale,” Dick announced when he returned from the other room, now dressed in his black and blue suit. It’s been six days since they got back from their family/friend vacation. It didn’t take long for Bruce and Dick to spring into action. A few hours after their arrival, New Guy was spotted at a shipment. Bruce and Dick had left their luggage outside the manor, asking for someone to bring their suitcases inside as they ran off.

Needless to say, their luggage was still outside.

Later that night, Dick came back to the manor with an injured arm. Luckily, Raven was still there to help him heal. Although it wasn’t life-threatening, Dick wanted to be in shape ASAP in case he was needed in the field again. Raven was currently sitting on Dick’s couch. He had insisted she come over for a nice dinner as a thank you for healing him when it wasn’t a dire matter. He knew it took a lot of her when she did it, so he wanted to show her his appreciation. Although Dick insisted he cooked their dinner, Raven knew Alfred prepared this meal prior to her arrival. She wasn’t going to tell Dick she ran into Alfred on her way to his doorstep.

“Oh so now it’s Hot Tamale?” Raven questioned as she stood up and grabbed her cloak and fastened it.

Dick shrugged. “I’m testing out all the names. None of them ring a bell, yet.” Raven hummed at his response.

“Since you’re with me already, I’ll let you join me and B. It’s been a while since we got to kick ass together,” he gave her a smile and walked to one of his windows.

“I’m so honored,” she said sarcastically as she followed him, puzzled. “Your door is that way.” She jabbed her thumb in the opposite direction of where they were heading.

“I know. This way I don’t have to carry my keys. It’s a real pain to carry them in this suit, yanno’? Too tight in the-“

“Alright, bird boy, out,” Raven said and pointed out the window that was now open. Nightwing laughed as he leaped out. Raven let out a long sigh and followed him out, letting her magic close the window behind her.

It wasn’t far from Nightwing’s apartment to where B said New Guy was. Raven followed Nightwing and Batman overhead, her eyes scanning the building’s surroundings they were about to enter. She floated down when B signed for her and Nightwing.

“There is supposed to be shipment here tonight, but we might be too late for that. There’s no sign of a truck and it looks like those tracks are new,” Batman said lowly. “Let’s still check it out. He may still be here.”

With that, he headed to the east side of the building. Nightwing gave Raven a thumbs up before leaping into the air to the west. Raven watched them both leave for a second before she flew up. She was about to enter the building but caught a glimpse of a figure scaling the walls upward. There must be an exit to the roof. Raven quickly floated upwards and landed on top of the door’s entry. Her hands tickled with her magic as she waited for the unknown figure. The doors busted open and a man wearing all black emerged. Raven shot her magic towards the fleeting man as she floated upwards. The man grunted as he was struck in his back and smacked to the ground. He started to get up, but Raven rapidly shot again and knocked him out. She swiveled briskly around in time to fly to the side, dodging several bullets from another person. Raven fired back towards where the shots were behind the door and flew upwards to get a better angle, though she didn’t much higher. A rope encircled one of her legs and slammed her down to the gravel. She groaned as she landed roughly on her back. As she started sitting up, a boot pushed on her chest back to the floor and the barrel of a gun pushed her chin upwards to look at the boot’s owner. She hissed at the person hovering over her. A red mask. Great. She just knew the asshole was smiling under that stupid red hood. Red hood? Maybe they’ll add that to the list of names of this jerk.

“Sorry, Little Bird. I can’t let the old man and Dick-douche catch me,” the deep voice said in a hurry. Raven’s eyes quickly grew in size as she stared at the man. “Mhmm, Little Bird might be a keeper.”

Raven laid there in shock as he ran off, waving goodbye as he leaped backward off the building and into the night. The sound of guns and batarangs filled the night as the door to the roof opened as an exasperated Nightwing appeared, however, Raven’s stare never wavered from where Red Hood left.

You have got to be shitting me.

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wwounu · 4 years

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“‘Cheol-“ You blurt, breaking the ‘spark’ between you and the male, who wordlessly draws closer to your jaw, sprinkling kisses that gradually move south. “‘Cheol, I think you’re doing great babe and I’m totally be into this, but not with your friends literally coming in ten minutes.”

Seungcheol pulls away, a bottom lip pouted childishly, his hands pulling the both of you closer despite the close proximity you already had.

“But Honey!”

“Nice try, but c’mon, I have to get the apartment ready.” Your hand moves to tap Seungcheol’s hip. “Let go of me now,”

Seungcheol’s face shifts, his little smile beginning to show through. He shakes his head left to right, a more ambitious expression on his face this time.

You warn, “Seungcheol.”

Other than his strong grip, his fingers on your waist sink into your skin, dangerously inviting a battle you aren’t going to enjoy. Despite laughing, you try your best to remain angry.

“Seungcheol, I’m being serious now — do something and I’ll-“

A burst of laugher roars out of you, Seungcheol now tickling you up and down as you attempt to wiggle your way out, the male fighting back by weighing you down, but just enough as he keeps a knee beside your leg to support himself.

You get the better end of in though, as your hands manage to reach one of his pillows (meaning you had to sacrifice Seungcheol tickling your arms next), but you took the chance to hit him on the head with the soft material.

“Hey!” Exclaims the male, using one hand to snatch the pillow and tossing it to the other side of the room, making sure your hands are glued to your side as he tickles you again, “Clever, aren’t you?”

Replying only in laughter, Seungcheol finally gives in, his muscles relaxing as he smoothly merges the position into a hug, rolling over so that he’s underneath you.

Content, the both of you hum, staying like that for a while. When you decide to prop your chin on Seungcheol’s chest, looking at the male’s features, Seungcheol looks back, his fingers automatically to run over your features as his eyes take in his view.

Just before he moves to do something, a unison of knocks come from the entrance. You can see the snarl form from Seungcheol’s lips as he grumbles underneath his breath.

“Time to go,” encourages you, a little disappointed too. You hoped to have more time like this with Seungcheol before revealing your relationship to your friends.

Seungcheol nods, gently pushing the both of you up as he announces, “I’ll go get the door.”

“I’ll be in the bathroom.”

As Seungcheol stands, moving to the door, you take a brief second to call his name, the male turning in return. Upon turning, he’s met with an instant warm at his lips, followed by a smile from you.

It’s short — sweet — but it was simply an act of support and a we can do this to the both of you.

“I know how much you wanted that,” you kiss him one more time on the cheek, “see you out there.”

All twelve of your friends gathered along with Seungcheol — more like squished — on the couch, you finally come out and greet them all.

Naturally, Seungcheol gets up at the sight of you, manoeuvring his way to sit with you. Some faces react, some don’t, and Seungkwan suddenly goes ooh!

“Seungkwan, why do you have popcorn in your hand?” You point out.

“Because,” he chews, slapping Chan’s hand away from stealing Seungkwan’s popcorn, “whenever you two are with us, there’s normally a fight that’s bound to happen. I simply came prepared.”

“Trust me, there won’t be any fights,” Seungcheol reassures, laughing. It makes Seungkwan curls his lip in disappointment.

“How boring — boo!” Seungkwan throws a bunch of popcorn at Seungcheol. The joke was on him when Seungcheol caught some in his mouth, added with Chan picking up the discarded popcorn, counting it as a win for himself.

You nudge Seungcheol on the arm, gesturing him to get everyone’s attention. “Right,” he mutters awkwardly, clearing his voice to get the room’s attention, “everyone! Listen up, we owe everyone an announcement-”

“Sure as heck you do!” Seokmin interjects. “Why did I have to get the text — couldn’t it be like, Jeonghan or something?! I did not need to know such details about Y/N-“

The room fills with the same holy shit what did Seungcheol text — excluding Jeonghan who was in the middle of being heavily offended — and before Seokmin went into a bigger ad-lib about the text, Joshua gets the whole room’s attention.

“Can we listen to what Y/N and Seungcheol have to say first?” Seungkwan enthusiastically nods into Joshua’s suggestion, stuffing a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

“Long story short, Seungcheol and I are in a relationship now. Before you go batshit crazy, can we please leave everything else for another time? The text, the secret group-chats can be discussed later… Even though I’m offended that you have another group-chat without me guys, I’m super disappointed.”

Oddly, the room stays quiet. Everyone’s eyes are on you, even Seungcheol’s, all with the same, dumb look apparent in their eyes. Just as you thought they were playing a strange game of musical statues, the room divides into wild reactions fusing into overlapped chatter while the other half remain unsurprised.

Scared at the outburst, you hold Seungcheol’s hand, squeezing it a little.

On the other hand, you focus more on the unbothered half. “You guys knew?”

“Being best friends and not having romantic feelings? I call that bullshit. It starts and ends like how you see in romantic movies,” Jihoon says, uncomfortable with the animatic moving of Junhui and Vernon dancing over the announcement because they won a bet or something, “congratulations though, you sure took your time.”

Minghao continues, “I met the both of you thinking you were going out… Still thought so even after Seungcheol told me you weren’t.”

“‘Cheol, Y/N, what made you finally want to go out with each other? Your answer determines whether or not I get free slushies from Soonyoung for two months.”

Seungcheol scrunches his face, unsure if you want to answer the question. He turns for some form of acceptance, but you shrug. “Well… It was a long process-“

“Long process my foot, you’ve been friends with benefits for god knows how long and are both too stubborn to accept each other’s feelings,” Joshua rants out of the blue, unaware of his impact of words upon the rest of the group.

“Josh!” Alarmed, you pull the same surprised face as Seungcheol.

“WHAT?!” Everyone begins to react, a loud chain of questions being called out as Joshua mouths sorry to you, but he wasn’t going to get away so easily with that.

“Oh my god — so you were doing those things to Y/N as you still had one night stands?” Mingyu asks, “What the fuck man?! The girl of your dreams was there right there all along and you still fucked it up?!”

“Like you could say much man, mister I thought Princess went out with Junhui and stayed sad for weeks,” Seungcheol mimics, instantly silencing Mingyu.

“Mingyu, we had it all resolved, it’s honestly nothing-“

Chan cuts in, “Damn, I honestly thought you were going to end up with Jihoon after that party.”

Seungcheol speaks this time. “Well… I persuaded her to change her mind,” a unison of noises come out of the males, some throwing a pillow or two at Seungcheol as Seungcheol threatens them with his face.

“You don’t even know half of the story.” Joshua rolls his eyes, noticing the change of expression on your face as he says so. “But what matters is that Y/N and ‘Cheol are happy. Everything in between is just for them to keep to themselves until they want to tell us. Give them a break, they know nothing about dating to be honest.”

“Justin and Mila did it better, next!” Surprisingly, Seungkwan was apart of the unsurprised group when the announcement first came out, tossing a piece of popcorn into his mouth.

His serious expression breaks into laugher, leaving his popcorn (which, Mingyu decides to call as his own) and jumping to hug the both of you.

“Kidding guys! That’s super great for you. You got there in the end,”

Seungcheol looks over at you, his features softening. “Yeah,” he breathes, sure of himself, “we did.”

“Aren’t you going to say something Wonwoo?” Jeonghan asks. “You’ve been awfully quiet.”

“I’m just amused of how this is working out. You’ve seen each other naked multiple of times — a mental image I don’t want to have, by the way — and yet you’re holding hands as if you‘re preteens. It’s like you’re doing everything backwards.”

The statement make you and Seungcheol’s cheeks going warm, the realisation of you holding hands coming back to you. But you don’t snatch back you hand or anything, you just shyly hide behind the male, the rest of your friends chattering and laughing amongst themselves.

“They are doing everything backwards,” Junhui agrees, hiding a snicker.

“I find it cute. It fits them.”

Everyone turns to Jeonghan, who’s pretty much smiling at you two. He rolls off backwards off the couch, bringing Chan along with him to the kitchen. Just before you go and check what the two are doing, they enter with a tray of glasses and mugs each filled with alcohol inside.

“I couldn’t find the wine glasses anywhere, so these will do. More washing for you anyway, ‘Cheol.” Jeonghan states, passing the drinks around until everyone has one in hand.

Chan thoroughly prepares himself, pounding his chest as he raises his glass into your and Seungcheol’s direction. He smiles, proud, “A toast for Seungcheol and Y/N. This may not be a marriage or anything, but it’s still a special time for both of you. I hope you’re very happy with each other, we love you a lot! And I especially thank you for giving an excuse to drink while dieting,” everyone smacks the youngest, not able to hold in their smiles, “to Y/N and Seungcheol everyone!”

“Before we drink,” Seungcheol’s voice arises, shaken, “I’d like to say a few things too. Everyone’s been joking about my actions and my situation with Y/N before we got together, and although it’s in the past, I would like to apologise for it all.”

He swivels his body so that he’s facing you, taking your hands in his, eyes sincerely staring into yours.

“We aren’t perfect, but, I want this to last for a long time. You’re all I want. You’re my all and more. I mean it, and I’ll do my best to show it everyday. Even when we quarrel, before we sleep, or when we do nothing. You deserve love and I want to give you the best experience of it. Let’s walk the world together, shall we?”

At a loss of words, forgetting everyone was in the room, you hold Seungcheol, instantly meeting him with a kiss. It must be embarrassing for everyone to see, but you were too busy crying to notice, Seungcheol humming into the kiss as his wipes your tears, quietly asking why you were crying, apologising for making you like that. He apologised for nothing, however, knowing that they carried happiness, Seungcheol holding you gently.

“To Y/N and Seungcheol!”

The rest of the room cheer, a quick cue for the both of you to raise your glasses, a variety of glass touching happening everywhere before everyone takes their drink. Seungcheol lowers himself and whispers into your ear.

“To you and me,”

“You and I indeed.”

OPPOSITES ATTRACT PART SIXTEEN — Hopeless Romantic!Seungcheol x Hopeful Romantic!Reader

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mintymiknow · 5 years

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Scintilla - ch. 3 | Bang Chan

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Characters: Stray Kids, Reader

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

Summary: A conflicted Chan and his Newblood friends meet with SKZ’s captain and discuss a few things that may or may not change the way Chan views things. Meanwhile, you and Minho slightly make up, but your problems are far from over.

Genre: Royal fantasy [Red Queen AU]

Word count: Approx. 5.2k

Warnings: Mentions of killing and death

A/N: Uwu we have a chapter that focuses more on Chan and the Newbloods! A snippet of Chan and Woojin’s backstory takes place here, and a crucial event in the story happens in the chapter as well. Not much of the reader and the Silvers are here so that I could have some time with the Newbloods too. As usual, don’t be afraid to send ask if you have any questions or just want to talk!

“Don’t tell me you didn’t sleep last night.” Woojin laughs at a dazed Chan, “Again.”

Chan looks up to see his best friend, quickly blinking his eyes before smiling, “I did, thank you very much.”

“Then what’s got you so zoned out?” he asks, joining Chan at the table and taking the seat across him.

Chan plays with the handle of his mug, mumbling his response, “Hmmm.”

“What was that?” Woojin raises an eyebrow and chuckles, “I know you better than that, Chan. What’s up?”

Chan’s eyes remain still, gaze never leaving his mug. He looks to the side once – for a split second only – before blinking once and looking to Woojin with a sigh. His friend leans back on the chair, arms crossed across his chest. “Silvers.” Woojin says lowly.

“Huh?” Chan tilts his head, eyebrows knit together in confusion.

Woojin chuckles once more, “The Silvers are on your mind, aren’t they? Those three?”

Chan opens his mouth to answer, but not before Woojin comments with a smirk, “Those three…especially princess.”

Chan glares at his friend, but when Woojin starts laughing quietly so as to not disturb the morning quietness, Chan ends up chuckling to himself. “You’re about 85% right.”

“Oh come on. I am 100% right and you know it.” Woojin winks.

“I’m thinking about the Silvers, but not specifically her.”

“Oh, but you’re always saying ‘oh she’s so amusing’ and ‘wow she amuses me’ and the like.” Woojin continues to tease, his expression showing no signs of stopping any time soon.

Chan shakes his head with a chuckle, “Yeah, but it doesn’t change a thing.”

His voice is so strong – so firm and definite – that any other person would believe him in an instant. Not Woojin. He’s known Chan for too long to not notice the little flaws or cracks in the strong male’s façade. Chan’s voice may have been sure, and his expression seemed unwavering, but with one glance at his dark eyes, Woojin already noticed the conflict in them. Not the conflict filled with anger, or hatred, or despair. It was a blurred and hazy conflict as if Woojin was trying to make out his reflection on murky water.

“Chan.” Woojin smiles, “You said that if y/n saw our side, she’d play a huge role in turning the tides.”

“Yeah, and?”

“I don’t see anything wrong with that.”

Chan sighs, “I know. But…I don’t know. I just had this thought that maybe – just maybe – y/n was right.”

“Right about what?” Woojin asks.

“She said something about our people – the Reds and Newbloods – being her people too.” Chan explains, “We were taught that the ruler’s people are the Silvers, and while we are under their rule, we’re kind of on our own. But what if y/n is right? I mean…is it that bad to be…friends with them?”

Woojin chuckles, “We never had a problem with Silvers, to be honest. They were the ones who looked down on our kind. Besides, you’re the one who said that you felt like y/n was different from other Silvers. You’re just conflicted ‘cause we’ve all literally grown up in an environment where Silvers are perceived as evil.”

Chan shrugs, “It’s not like I trust her or Hyunjin for that matter. I trust Changbin, but I’m still wary. And I’m not saying ‘oh yay we’re all buddies here high-five’; I don’t fully approve of being connected to them. We have a mission as SKZ, but you know. What ifs.”

Before Woojin could respond, Jeongin walks into the room with a yawn, “You guys are up early.”

“That happens all the time.” Chan grins.

He takes a seat next to Chan before smiling at Woojin, “Hyung, are you going out today? Jisung wants to scout with you.”

Woojin shakes his head, “No one’s scouting today.”

“What?” a messy-haired Felix suddenly appears beside Woojin, pouty lips on full display, “I was looking forward to going out. Weren’t we going to Greensborough?”

Woojin gently pats the latter’s back, “I know, but Ho is holding a meeting today. With all of us.”

The mere mention of SKZ’s captain was enough to make the two younger members swallow with nervousness. Chan may have led Woojin and the other boys, but the whole of SKZ was led by a man named Ho. Rumored to be fearless, cunning, intelligent and highly skilled, almost every Newblood and Red looked up to him. Jeongin speaks up and asks, “Why though? He rarely holds meetings. The last time was like…a year ago.”

Felix replies, “Maybe something urgent came up?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised.” Woojin admits, “You have been getting very chummy with the Silvers.”

“I’m pretty sure he just wants to discuss something.” Chan shrugs, taking a sip of his now-cold tea. “The meeting is for us five and him only.”

“Who’s discussing what now?”

The four boys turn to Jisung and his charming bedhead hair. “Nice of you to join us, sleepy head.” Chan laughs at the way Jisung’s hair is sticking out at random angles.

Jisung greets them all with a grin, not paying any attention to his nest-like hair. Upon sitting with the group, he sighs, “Man, I’m still tired.”

“You always say that though.” Felix laughs.

Jisung clicks his tongue and finger-guns at the younger male before slapping his hands on the table, “So, what were you all talking about?”

Chan leans his chair back, balancing it on the two back legs. “Ho is going to hold a meeting today. Be ready any time.”

“Captain?” Jisung’s eyes widen with – either delight or surprise, it’s hard to tell – as he chews on the bread Woojin places on the table, “Did we do something severely wrong? Oh, please. I admit I haven’t been scouting much, but I’ve been really hardworking!”

Jeongin giggles at his panicked flailing, “You’re in big trouble.”

Jisung exclaims, causing Felix and Jeongin to laugh louder. Chan chuckles, “I don’t know about that, but all he said was that he has something to discuss with the five of us.”

Woojin gestures to the staircase in the hall next to the kitchen, “You three should get ready. You’re not meeting Ho in your sleepwear. And Felix, Jisung. Fix your hair.”

Felix looks at his hair, “Ah! Han Jisung! Keep your static to yourself!”

Jisung laughs as he bolts away with a burst of lightning, followed by Felix teleporting away. Jeongin happily grabs a bun from the table before getting up and heading to his room. Chan and Woojin remain seated. “You don’t look so good.” Woojin quietly states, concerned eyes observing the male across him.

Chan chuckles before waving his hand dismissively, “You know how much I hate facing Ho.”

“Well,” Woojin grins, “you’re not the only one.”

You stare at the piles of paper on your desk, quill securely held in your unmoving hand.

“Part of your ‘training’ as queen-elect is to sign important papers – numerous important papers.”

That’s what your Councilor-tutor told you, but you hated paperwork. You were so tempted to just burn them all to ashes, especially when what you had to sign wasn’t something you agreed on. “Burning these would be a piece of cake.” you mumble.

Changbin and Hyunjin went out with their respective horses for a little stroll, and Seungmin went on a trip with his parents. You haven’t spoken to Minho ever since you fought, so you were alone in your study, muttering complaints and disses to no one but yourself. Just as you let out a deep breath out of boredom, a figure stood at the doorway, leaning ever-so-casually with a slight clink of metallic chains. “You’ve been sitting there for hours. Aren’t you finished yet?”

That naggy tone was definitely his.

You look up to see Minho walking towards you, hands shoved in his pockets. “I’m not in the mood for your lectures again.” you mumble, avoiding eye contact with the male.

He fiddles with the metal objects on your desk, fingers lightly brushing over the surface. “I know. I’m here just to make sure you’re actually here and not there.”

“Min, relax. I’m staying here.” you quietly say in response to his words, obviously talking about your sneaking habit.

You say that, but deep down, you knew that this wasn’t the last of your little escapades. But, Minho didn’t need to know that, right?

You stand from your chair, but that’s all you do. Your feet remain planted in place, not making a single move as your eyes remain glued to your desk. Minho sighs and approaches you, now standing by your side. You chew on your lip as he just stands there in silence. Unable to bear the suffocating feeling, you open your mouth to speak, but shut it when Minho gently takes your wrist. He places something cold in your hand before taking a step back. You open your hand, expecting to see yet another one of his earrings; except this time, you’re met with one of his rings. You marvel at the metallic object adorned with a small black crystal. “What are you…what’s this for?” you ask, finally meeting his eyes.

For the first time after your argument, Minho smiles. It his usual haughty, obnoxious smirk, but it’s better than his scowl of disappointment. “I’m going to Malum with Father. For about a week.” he says.

“M-Malum?” you ask, worry suddenly taking control of every fiber in your body, “Minho, no. It’s more dangerous there than it is in the Lakelands. Why are you even stepping foot in that forsaken land? Why not someone else?”

Minho winks, and somehow, it feels like you never screamed and murdered each other with your icy glares. “Who do you think you’re talking to, y/n? Besides, Father and I won’t be doing anything risky. The Council is sending us over to…remedy some things.”

“Still.” you huff in protest, pinching the bridge of your nose, “Why you? Why not someone more experienced?”

“I am pretty much the strongest right now.” Minho chuckles airily.

You sigh and look at the ring he gave you. Minho gently wraps his hand around yours, enclosing your fingers to secure the ring in your palm. “This was from Mother, so keep it safe. It’s my favorite.” he says.

All you can do is nod; you just fought with him recently, and without a chance to properly make up with him, he was already leaving for one of Norta’s most dangerous cities. A pang of regret and sadness hit you, and even then, you couldn’t say a word. What would you say anyway? Be safe? Take care and come back alive? Those were what you wanted to say, but they remained stuck in your throat.

Minho lets go of your hand only to pull you in for a hug. You instinctively wrap your arms around his torso as he gently rubbed your back. “I’ll be back.” he whispers against your forehead.

Without another word, he releases you and offers you a small smile. With a playful salute, Minho turns on his heel and walks out of your study. You find yourself opening the large windows, leaning against the window sill to welcome the wind. Your eyes fall on the tower where you and Chan talked as the younger boys played games with each other. “I’d rather be on that tower right now.” you tell yourself, “No responsibilities, duties, and priorities…just openness and freedom.”

Chan and the boys stood atop the rooftop of SKZ’s main base somewhere in the outskirts of District 9. As usual, it was covered with beautiful greenery, a great contrast to their dull city. Chan liked to stand close to the ledge, taking in everything he could hear all at once while the crisp breeze kissed his skin. His eyebrow twitched when Felix screamed as a result of Jisung and Jeongin fake-pushing him, so he shut that out. Woojin sat on the ledge, laughing at their shenanigans. If ever Felix really did fall, he’d just change the gravity so the boy wouldn’t impact the ground. Chan’s eyes trailed across the horizon. Your words had been replying in his mind ever since he step foot on the rooftop.

“Are you not my people as well, Chan? Newbloods and Reds are still part of my kingdom and therefore are my people too.”

His trail of thought, however, was interrupted when he heard slow and confident footsteps ascending the stairs. “He’s here.” Chan says as he joins his friends.

As if on cue, this Ho guy took a step onto the rooftop, a slow and easy smile on his lips. The boys politely bow or greet the captain, before falling into a uniform silence. “At ease, gentlemen.” he airily chuckles, waving his hand in dismissal. “You’re all too stiff, relax. This isn’t a really serious meeting.”

Jisung slowly raises his hand, “If I may be so bold to ask, what is it about?”

Ho nods at Jisung, “What are your status reports?”

Jisung scratches his nape, “Well, I frequently scout The Trench and nothing’s changed from last year. It’s constantly…in that state. I think our group has fed an average of 20-30 people each visit.”

Woojin is still calmly sitting on the ledge as he states, “Dolorem progress is stale. Still can’t get in without being suspected or caught.”

“And Whispers are situated everywhere, so I can’t shift as an elite either way.” Jeongin adds.

Felix speaks up next. “I’m usually at Greensborough or The Trench. For Greensborough, they’re still quite alright. Agriculture is doing well, but a fire broke out a few weeks ago, so that was challenging for them.”

Ho nods at each of the boys’ reports before turning to Chan. The latter nods in response before finally speaking, “Overall scouting is fairly decent. We can’t do it in wealthier cities or district since there have been an increase in Silver watchers or Royal Guard patrols. Elysium is stable, however. The Silvers are handling matters in the Lakelands and Malum, so we can’t interfere.”

“And what about Miroh?” Ho raises an eyebrow.

Woojin eyes Chan who simply gives him a “don’t worry about it” look. Chan answers the captain, “No access, sir.”

“Really? Even with your little Seo buddy?” Ho asks lightly. “Of course, I am aware that you lot have been…patronizing the Silver elites.”

Felix’s palms start to sweat, and Jisung gulps a bit too loudly to go unnoticed. Chan, on the other hand, responds calmly, “Sir, the prince can’t give us access. It endangers them if – ”

“Since when did you care whether it endangered them or not?”

Woojin stands next to Chan and adds, “It’s not just endangering them. It’s endangering us.”

“Precisely.” Chan nods, “Not a single Silver, and no one in the Council knows about the prince sneaking out to meet us. If they find out that he let us in because we’re ‘friends’, it puts us at a risk as well.”

“If you say so, but,” Ho starts pacing around the rooftop, “you say not a single Silver knows…what about the princess? Hwang Hyunjin? Lee Minho?”

Jeongin’s eyes widen as he mouths, “How’d he know?”

Jisung shakes his head, and Felix mirrors Jeongin’s shocked expression. As if reading their minds, Ho smiles at the three young males, “I have eyes everywhere, my boy.”

Chan clears his throat, “Hwang Hyunjin can’t do any harm, sir. He’s too naïve and gullible, and I don’t think we’ll be seeing him often as he is an extremely high-profile elite. Lee Minho is constantly a threat, so there’s nothing new to it. He has more pressing matters to deal with, or so I’ve heard.”

Woojin does his best to not smirk; he was proud of how Chan was always able to use his words wisely and how he remained level-headed in most situations like this. The three younger males nod their heads fervently in agreement. Ho chuckles and nods his head slowly, “Ok, granted.” he holds one finger up, “And the princess?”

Woojin side-eyes his friend and notices his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallows and clears his throat – signs of nervousness? He’s never seen Chan like that, not since he first joined SKZ, but it was a rare sight to see him struggle with his words.

Chan himself didn’t understand why he had suddenly gotten tense. He felt like a mouse trapped by a vicious feline with razor-sharp claws backing him into a corner. This was unlike him. What was there to be so edgy about? Ho was simply asking about “the situation with the princess”. Why was he suddenly tight-lipped?

Just before Woojin could answer for him, Chan finally came to his senses, “The princess doesn’t hold a huge threat, unlike Lee Minho. We’re still wary of her, but we’re…”

“Open to the possibility of her being on our side.” Woojin finishes for Chan.

A silence stretches within the group; a very heavy, tension-filled silence. All five of the Newbloods could feel the tension radiating from Ho’s seemingly relaxed figure as he let out a short, deep chuckle. He clasps his hands together, “Channie boy, the mere fact that she is the princess is exactly why she should be your greatest threat.”

Chan quietly says, “She doesn’t know where her loyalty stands, sir. At this point, she won’t be snitching on us. Also, she still thinks she can unite both peoples as her father did.”

“Do you five know how persuasive the Council is? How persuasive Lee Minho is?” Ho examines his nails as if it were more interesting than this conversation, “One misstep on our part – one small misstep – and either of them can use that to ensure her loyalty remains with the Silvers. I mean, come on. Silver by blood, and is a Royal family member? She’s bound to choose the throne over your…your little camaraderie.”

Ho continues to speak, “Also, may I tell you, Bang Chan, to stop agreeing to meet with any of them?” A sly smirk spreads across his lips as he nonchalantly shrugs, “I wouldn’t recommend getting any more attached to them if I were you.”

The sinister and cloudy darkness in Ho’s eyes caught their attention, especially Woojin and Chan’s. The former cautiously asks, “Is there something you’re not telling us, sir?”

Ho hums in amusement, “Plans change, Woojin boy.”

“What do you mean?” Jeongin questions, voice timid and shaky.

“The original plan we’ve been working on was to storm the castle at the right time, maybe get a few hostages and kill a few Silver elites, and then negotiate with the High Houses.” Ho explains, leaning against the ledge, “Yeah, SKZ’s higher-ups and I have decided to abolish that. We’re straight-out slaughtering them all.”

Felix feels his legs shake as Jisung gapes in shock. Jeongin’s jaw tenses in the same way Woojin’s does. Chan takes a deep breath. “That just makes us no different from the other rebel groups. Wasn’t SKZ formed to be different to avoid unnecessary killings?”

Ho laughs mockingly like he was the only intelligent person in the area, “My goodness, Chan. You’re still a little boy. That was years ago. Given, our ‘peaceful ways’ may have granted us a few rights, perks, and occasional freebies from Silvers, but we’re past that. District 9 is doing fine. We need the system gone. That can’t be done with mere negotiations and one or two deaths. We need all the elites gone.”

Chan’s eyebrows knit together – his expression is a mixture of anger, confusion, and irritation. “And once they’re all dead, who sits on the throne? Who rules this whole kingdom?”

“You? Me? Anyone but the Silvers, that’s for sure.” Ho chuckles, finding amusement in the situation like a madman, “Whether it’s a Red or a Newblood, we’ll make sure the Silvers have a taste of their own medicine.”

Chan’s hands are clenched into fists by now. “Then we’re going to be no different from the Silvers you so desperately hate.” Chan boldly states.

Ho stares at him with amused eyes, but in a second – just like an eclipse – darkness overtakes the amusement and consumes his whole being. He saunters over to Chan, roughly grabbing him by the collar of his jacket. Woojin may be under Ho’s authority, but he’ll always be loyal to Chan. Seeing Ho grab his best friend like that would not pass him. He extends his hand and readies himself to smother Ho with gravity, but Ho glares at Woojin. In an instant, Woojin falls to his knees, feeling suffocated by Ho’s silencing ability. He releases Woojin after a few seconds, the younger male coughing as Jeongin runs to him with fearful eyes.

Ho brings his attention back to Chan, “Watch your words, Channie boy. You wanna know why we’re so desperate for this plan? Huh? Have you all seen Dolorem?”

The five boys look on, and Ho continues, “A few veteran rebels and I were able to get a glimpse of what really goes on beyond Dolorem’s walls. It’s a nightmare. It’s hell for Newbloods and Reds. It’s not just some ‘prison for lethal criminals’. Many more horrors are going down there, all done by Silvers and Silvers alone.”

He loosens his hold on Chan’s collar, “So don’t go soft on me here, Bang Chan. You’re crucial to SKZ, you know? You and Felix are very crucial to this plan.”

Felix snaps his head, confusion painting his features. “Think about it. Felix gets close to the prince, and Chan gets close to the princess. Maybe make her fall for you, ay?”

“Then what?” Woojin spits.

“Then it’ll be so much easier to eradicate them. If they end up trusting you all so much, it’s going to be so much easier to do that.” Ho smirks, “Of course…given that Felix isn’t already attached to the prince and Chan isn’t literally going to fall for the princess.”

“I never agreed to killing them. None of us did.” Chan glares.

Ho tightens his grip, “Cut the crap, Bang. You’re a rebel, not some teenage boy who’s soft for a princess. You’ve killed a few people already. You’re bound to kill them too. It’s not for me. It’s not even for SKZ. It’s for the whole of our people.”

He smirks at Chan tauntingly before doing the same to Woojin, “You keep that act up and you’ll end up like both your parents – delusional, idiotic, and dead.”

Chan’s eyes went wide at the mention of his parents, and Woojin did nothing to hide the glare he was sending to Ho.

“Mom, why do those Silver people hate us so much?” a five-year-old Chan asked.

His mother chuckled, “I don’t know baby, but that’s what we’re fighting against. You have to be strong, ok?”

His father ruffled his hair, “Don’t let any Silver talk you down, son. You don’t deserve that.”

Chan smiled, “Woojin says we’re invincible!”

“I guess it’s true.” his mother grinned.

Chan’s attention shifts to the television in their living room. On the news was a coverage of yet another rebellion that took place. Fire was everywhere with a few corpses littering the battlefield. Chan tilts his head, only for his mom to direct his attention back to her. “Those are the reasons why we tell you to be very careful when you’re outside, ok? You will never know when someone – Silver, Newblood, or Red – will attack.”

“But why is everyone attacking so many times?”

“They’re fighting for what they believe in.” his dad explained gently, “We hope that one day, you won’t have to go through that.”

“Hmm, yeah. Woojin and I don’t like fights. We just want to eat Mom’s bread and play with the stray dogs outside.” Chan laughed.

“Of course baby.” his mother chuckled, “You and Woojin can eat as much bread as you want.”

Chan hugged his parents as a huge grin coiled at his lips. The young boy loved the feeling of being enveloped in their arms. “I want Mom and Dad to stay safe as well. Who’s going to bake bread for me if you’re not safe?”

“I agree!” Woojin shouted from the doorway of Chan’s house.

His mother and father greeted Chan’s parents as Chan ran to tackle Woojin in a hug. “Go on kids, go have some fun.” Woojin’s father chuckled.

“Bye Mom, bye Dad.” Woojin beamed, giving his parents tight bear-hugs before running out the door with Chan.

A few days later, Woojin and Chan were at a forest, skipping stones by the stream. “Woojin, stop raising and dropping the stones.” Chan chuckled.

Woojin laughed, “I get it. You’re good at skipping stones, so I’ll just mess with my abilities.”

“Lucky you. You’re a Newblood.” Chan pouted.

“What makes you so sure that you’re not? Maybe you are!” Woojin smiled.

Chan pouted his lips even more, “I don’t even know how I’d be aware of what I can do.”

Woojin playfully threw his arm around his best friend’s shoulder, “You’ll find one soon!”

“Yeah, yeah. Anyway, here.” Chan grinned, “Mom made bread again.”

Chan handed a freshly-baked bun to his friend before happily munching on his own delicacy. “Moms make the best food.”

“Yeah. Mom makes the best soup especially when I’m sick.” Woojin gave a thumbs-up, imagining the taste of his mother’s cooking.

While the two boys were talking, Chan heard the faint sound of crackling. “Do you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

“Crackling…fire?” Chan tilted his head.

“No.” Woojin shook his head, “What?”

Chan quickly got up on his feet and pulled Woojin along with him, “It sounds like fire! From our town!” The boys dropped the bread on the forest floor, immediately being consumed by ants and insects.

They dashed through the trees as they sprinted back to the town proper, only to be met with tower-high flames. “It was fire!” Chan exclaimed amidst the panicking people, his own terror nipping at him.

Woojin looked around before gasping, “The houses!”

Not wasting a second, they broke off in a sprint once again, this time to their houses. Luckily, they were neighbors. However, both their houses were already up in flames. “Mom! Dad!” Chan shouted form afar. “Mom! Dad! Where are you?”

Woojin got as close to his house as possible without touching the flames, “Hey Mom! Dad! Please answer us!”

Chan continued to shout in desperation, “Mom! Dad! Where are you?”

His house collapsed as the fire grew bigger, causing Chan to stumble back. Before he could get back up to jump straight into the fire, a stranger grabbed him and carried the boy over his shoulder. “Wait! My mom and dad are still there! I need to get them!” Chan protested.

Woojin was also just about to barrage into his house when the same stranger grabbed him, putting him over his other shoulder. “Hey! Put me down! I’m rescuing my parents!” Woojin pounded on the man’s back with his fists.

The stranger starts to sprint to who knows where with Woojin and Chan with him. “We gotta get you boys somewhere safe, kids.”

“No! No! Go back! Mom and Dad! I can’t leave without them!” Chan shouted.

Woojin joined his best friend, “Yeah! Hey! Go back! We need to get our parents!”

About an hour later, they arrived in the outskirts of their town. The place had several tents set up, almost like a relief-center or safe camp. The stranger put the two children down, but as soon as he did, Woojin and Chan started running around the camp, exclaiming the same things over and over again.

“Mom! Dad! Are you here? Answer me!”

Several people in the camp were crying with soot-covered faces. Some were releasing their anger on pillows and tree trunks nearby. Some were zoned-out and completely devoid of any expression or emotion. Seeing it all caused Woojin and Chan to panic and shout even more. “Bang Chan? Kim Woojin?” a voice called them.

The boys turned to the voice, only to be met with a young man – Ho. Chan boldly walked up to him and asked, “Where are our parents?”

With a sorrowful sigh, Ho knelt down to their level, “Your parents can’t join us anymore, Chan, Woojin.”

“Why? What did they do?” Woojin grumbled.

“Not ‘what did they do’, Woojin.” Ho frowned, “More like ‘what happened to them’.”

“What?”

Ho opened one tent, and Woojin and Chan didn’t have the strength to even go inside. Why would they? Their parents were there indeed – as lifeless, bloodied bodies.

“How…what? I don’t…this isn’t real.” Chan backed away. He felt sick. He was going to throw up. But then he also felt like fainting. What was this? Why did the world suddenly feel so big? Why did everything suddenly become silent?

Woojin’s tears fell onto the ground as he harshly sobbed to himself. “Liar!” Chan cried out, “This isn’t Mom and Dad! They can’t be dead! Why would they be dead?”

Ho placed a hand on the shaken boy, “Chan, I know this is hard for the both of you, but we can’t change what happened. They knew this would happen if they chose to be rebels.”

“R-rebels?” Chan sniffled. “The ones who fight? No…”

“Yes, but this time, it wasn’t your parents who fought. The Silvers did. They did this, Chan. They killed your mom and dad. They killed Woojin’s parents too.”

Woojin wiped his tears, “I don’t believe my parents were rebels.”

Ho sighed, “They were back in the day, boys. Before they had you. They decided to stop it when you were both born. But the Silvers never forget a rebel’s face, and this is what happens when they find you.”

Chan found himself crying never-ending flows of tears as he reached for Woojin’s hand who simply gave him a gentle squeeze. “What…what about us?”

“I’ll take care of you. We all will.” Ho gently smiled at the two before gesturing to the other people around the camp. “Welcome to SKZ, kids.”

“Our parents were not delusional and idiotic.” Chan spits as he finishes remembering the past, “They did what they thought was right – what they believed in. Don’t you dare say that, sir.”

Ho scoffs, “Whatever, kiddo.”

He releases Chan’s collar before slowly turning to make his leave. “You boys are in SKZ. You know what to do. This is your mission.”

Ho descends the stairs, disappearing from their sight. Chan finally relaxes his figure, rushing over to Woojin. “You ok?” he asks.

Woojin offers him a smile, “Yeah, you?”

“Pissed.” Chan smirks.

“I think we all are.” Jisung states, fingers crackling with electricity.

Woojin turns to the three boys before looking at Chan, “Is he seriously sold on murdering all the High House elites?”

Chan shakes his head, “I’m guessing he is, but I don’t like it.”

“We can’t kill Changbin, hyung. We can’t kill y/n and Hyunjin either. I don’t want to.” Felix mutters, his voice laced with sadness and pain. “I know we’re rebels but…it feels wrong.”

Chan takes a deep breath and offers him a small smirk, “We won’t. I think I’d rather place my bets on the princess changing things than having Ho massacre everyone in the High Houses.”

“What do we do?” Jeongin asks.

“I’m guessing...” Woojin grins at Chan.

“I think it’s time we properly acquainted ourselves with those three.” Chan smirks at the boys and then Woojin, “Our parents never got to see Seo become king and unite the people, but they were happy to see what he had proposed as king-elect. They believed in Seo, so maybe we should believe in his heirs.”

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Restraint |8|

Yoongi x Reader, Vampire AU

Warnings:SMUT, Swearing, Kinda Sub Yoongi for like 5 mins(he sucks at it), Light BDSM themes(restraints), Blood.

Word Count:2844

Summary: As Jungkooks best friend recently moved to Seoul, there is one of the boys you have yet to meet. This one has a dark secret and has to use all the restraint he can to control himself around you.

So this is the end guys :(. THANK YOU so much for all the love for this series! Another Yoongi series is in the works :).

As always others parts in my masterlist.

Comments always welcome :)

“Why does it matter if he’s going to be there, why is this even an issue, you were over this months ago” There was a dull exhaustion to the argument, for the fourth time this week you were arguing over non-issues. You don’t even know why you were asking him ‘Why’ you knew exactly what the problem was but it didn’t stop the hailstorm of frustration soaking through you and the whitening of your knuckles round your mug. Their management had added a whole extra week of shows and interviews in Tokyo, the extension of time apart especially from the taste of human blood had made him irritable, irrational and downright insufferable. With the gruelling schedule he’d been too exhausted to even vampire ninja travel to see you. This was an expected situation, he’d warned you the sudden lack of the human taste was indistinguishable to cold turkey from drugs.

“Baby I…”

“I’m done with this conversation, I’m at work, leave me be” you hung up massaging your temples. You interrupted your report writing and opened up google and booked yourself a flight to Tokyo.

You ignored the badges that were slowly increasing on your message app; thankful when they stopped, he’d be getting ready for the show now. You wanted him to be stewing on it. You had minimal time to pack before you had to head to the airport.

The flight was two hours, after thirty minutes your hands had started fiddling for an outlet of your agitation which was rivalling your excitement to be in his arms. As much as you were going to surprise him you knew it wouldn’t be much of a surprise; you had a boyfriend who’d be able to smell you the second you stepped foot in the hotel. You’d checked with Jungkook beforehand and he’d manage to acquire another key-card for Yoongi’s room for you to pick up.

The room was the standard you’d expect from a higher end chain, it was also what you expect from Yoongi. His laptop was open on the desk circled by mini versions of his studio equipment that he insisted taking on tour; his suitcase was neatly sat on a chair in the corner.

Yoongi emerged from the towel ruffling his wet hair with a towel. A towel wrapped round his waist, effortlessly parallel to a Greek god. As suspected there wasn’t a hint of surprise on him.

“Baby please let me…”

“On the bed” your tone stern, eyes glaring.

“What?” at least there was some surprise at your command, he ceased any movement.

“On the bed” You plonked your bag down on the bed and grabbed what you needed, he sat on the edge on the bed his back to you. His delicious shoulder blades still slightly glistening with water. You walked round in front of him and handcuffed him.

“Tch!” Yoongi exclaimed. Instantly his skin where the silver had made contact was searing into him with an unpleasant sound of sizzling skin. As bad as you felt for causing him such pain your outside aura feigned casualness; it was also something he’d made you promise to carry out after he’d not fed for an extended period of time.

“Jesus Y/N I know I’ve upset you but this isn’t necessary” he managed through gritted teeth.

“Shut up and just drink” you launched your shirt of and straddled him, moved all your hair to one side exposing your neck, his hands resting on your hips. He was motionless, his irises were battling to keep that dark red from consuming them whole; his face told a different story. His bottom lip was clamped hard in between his teeth, fangs fully extended with creases lining his forehead. You sat back blossomed your hand open, a silver chain rooted round your finger dropped and hung. You hoped he’d feed now you’d fulfilled all his safety requirements, after a few moments of deliberation he spoke.

“Please try not to move too much” his gaze glued to your neck visualising all the blood flowing through that spot, he was past the point of no return to argue, the song of your pulse capturing him in a trance like state. His teeth sank in with ease. One of your hands slid up the back of his and tangled in his damp hair. A faint cry left your lips. It didn’t even hurt anymore, if anything it now turned you on; especially the primal growl noises that leaked from Yoongi’s lips against your neck. Craving more your hips started grinding, only my black work trousers and a towel separating you from him.

A strangled gasp pained its way from you, Yoongi had begun shaking head jerkily, as if I was now dying prey to be shook in the mouth of a wolf. You stilled your hips instantly, eyes shut tight, wincing feeling your puncture wounds stretch and begin to tear. Your hand aching, you imagined your knuckles going as white as his skin against his dark hair. It stung and it was also your fault. As quick as it had started he stopped. Flinging his head back against his own will stopping himself. You finally breathed, only just realising you’d been holding onto it.

“Yoongi I’m…sorry” you stuttered, immediately trying to remedy the guilt you know he’d bare unjustly to himself. His irises were full blown, they hardly even looked red anymore leaning onto the blacker side. He looked on another planet, face shrouded in ecstasy.

“Please, give me a minute” he panted dropping his body to the bed awkwardly on his restrained hands, his skin was no longer burning but he still grimaced when the handcuffs touched more of his skin. Feeling lost, did he want you to get off? Did he want you to un-cuff him? Currently he was in no state to tell you. He was hard beneath you, prompting a half-cocked smirk from you. Sliding your hands up his chest, grazing your nails over his clavicle ignoring the throb at your neck and leaking wounds.

“Was that nice baby?” you whispered, breathing at his neck.

“Mmm” he managed. Seeing him like this because of you burned your fire no end. You climbed off him and shuffled out of your jeans impatient to get back to him.

When he sat back up his eyes had deflated to normal sized pupils, they still glittered red but at least he looked like he could string a sentence together. His brows made their way slightly further apart catching the sight of your neck, it had stopped bleeding thanks to the coagulation liquid that secreted from fangs. He went to speak

“Don’t even say it Yoongi” you warned

“It’s my own fault, I’m fine and no I’m not taking the cuffs off” His face was indecisive for a moment, deciding rightfully so he wouldn’t win in apologising to you, he reacted to the second half of your words.

“Why not? You responded to his question and pout with a coy smile.

“Because I think I quite like you like this” You climbed back on him, when your skin touched the longing you’d had was fulfilled; knees resting either side of his thighs.

“I can do this” You yanked at the back of his hair yanking a grunt from his throat in protest, you bit at his exposed neck hard enough to mark, even though it would be gone in a few moments. The purple, red petal was still beautiful against his milky skin. Your other hand had also been productive and unhooked the towel and was teasing down his shaft. You loved the way his face creased with desire

“And my strong vampire Yoongi is helpless”

“And you want me to do as I’m told?” one of his eyebrows raised challenging me.

“I don’t even think I can get you to do that, what I am wandering is how long it will take you to start begging for what’s in between my legs” you whispered, his face held the resolve but his eyes showed you defeat, you knew as soon you’d give him the offer to taste you and feed from his favourite place he’d yield.

“So that’s how you wanna play princess?” your hands had locked around his neck and you looked so please with yourself as you responded.

“Yep” you spoke curtly. You teased your hands in a slow wave down your body and broke his number one rule. Your pleasure is his and his alone.

“Oh baby you’re playing a dangerous game now” the warning glare emanating over you normally would have you on your knees pleading, not today.

“You can do with me what you want with me when you’re home Oppa, but now you’re mine, stop being such a brat” You offered your fingers coated in your arousal at his mouth, he gladly sucked at them purring in his throat. Fuck, his eyes looking up at you from under his hair, no wonder why he loved that look from you so much. The vulnerability seeping off him, looking up to you to take what you were going to give him.

“That’s all your getting until I say otherwise” you deprived him of your hand. You sat back gently pondering, looking out into nowhere.

“What?” he asked with an impatient sigh.

“How many times do you think I can make myself cum before your dying to do it yourself?” your question rhetorical as you resumed teasing yourself, ensuring his cock was just a hairs width from your fingers.

“None, please Y/N” his response came out more as loud frustrated sigh already playing the images in his head.

“But I thought you liked to count them” your mouth pulling into a cocky smirk

You adored the way his face way contorting in pretty and desperate expressions, his eyes slipped away from you as you pulled yourself higher to the edge, to drag him back you gripped at his chin in a harsh motion and faced it forward

“I want those pretty eyes on me” you ordered, stopping any response with a rough kiss, he inhaled your wavering moans until you flung your neck to nestle in his riding out your high, panting and moaning breathlessly close to his ear.

“1” you breathed with a triumphant glare.

“Fuck princess, you’re so beautiful, please give me them now, you know I’ll make you feel so much better” he whined. You were getting there you thought to yourself.

“Do you think that’s a good enough plea?” you stood up, went over to your bag.

“I think you can manage one more” Seeing you take your wand out of your bag.

“That’s enough baby I can’t anymore, Rain” Seriously? You couldn’t believe he caved, well you could actually, and there was a reason you submitted to him and not the other way round. Being a powerful immortal they naturally had power and wanted to keep it. You un-cuffed him with urgency, assuming they were hurting too much, you’d be wrong.

He lunged at you, before you could even protest your underwear was torn and on the floor.

“Playtimes over princess” he slammed into you, your back knocked into the wall, hands digging into his shoulders. If your head could spin it would have.

“Yoongi…agh” your head dropped, moans spilling through your throat. Your head was overrun no logical thoughts could form, every time one began its life cycle his thrusts hitting your spot snuffed them out in an instant.

“Eyes on me” he growled, you just couldn’t fulfil his request, you managed to lift your head in between cries.

“Aww is my cock that good that you can you can’t even do one simple thing?”

“Yes, jesus, fuck” was all you managed. He stopped and stared you, absorbing you into his circular galaxies twinkling in his eye. His fringe stuck to his forehead making him looked beautifully fucked. Your climax fading into deep space.

“I can’t even begin to explain how much I missed you baby, it’s been unbearable having the bed empty next to me. I’m sorry I’ve been a nightmare you’re everything to me, I love you” Yoongi wasn’t very vocal when it came to feelings but when he showed them you hung on to and treasured every word even if he’d kept you on the edge. You exhaled, trying to de-escalate your breathing.

“I know baby, I know,” sweeping his fringe to the side you caressed the side of his cheek with nothing but love and adoration.

“I love you too, I’ve missed you too” you paused a moment “Can you please finish showing me how much you missed me” you whined. He responded with a longing kiss against your lips, extending it through your collarbone.

“Such a needy girl” he breathed, the warm breath ghosting across your chest. In a flash of movement you was on top of him legs aside his waist, hands tracing the milky dessert of his chest.

“Now bring that pretty little pussy of mine up here so I can taste her.” He flicked his head up, indicating the direction he wanted you to move. The command was also met with a sharp stinging across your behind half propelling you forward with a gasp. His tongue teasing kitten licks up and down your slit, you slapped his head playfully.

“Stop teasi…” his hands gripped at your thighs when he fully sucked your clit into his mouth, the top half of your body falling forward until you stabled your hands against the headboard. That famous tongue technology had you teetering of the edge in minutes. Your back arching and your head flew forwards as your climax convulsed your muscles uncontrollably. You could hardly see his eyes glowing red as there were focused solely on your arousal.

He turned his head seconds after you’d nearly finished riding out your high and locked his lips onto your inner thigh, one of your hands flew to his hair and locked a handful in your grip as he pierced your skin extending your climax leaving you pulsing around nothing. You welcomed the sweet sting, and the sight of him attached to you a small trail of your blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. You’d accepted months ago that you was going to hell for finding all this blood stuff so sexy but you were way past caring and craved it more than you’d ever openly admit to yourself, but Yoongi knew.

You dropped to the bed, exhausted and satisfied. After licking his lips Yoongi rolled onto his front in-between your legs and used his tongue to clean the last trickling remnants from your puncture wounds.

“When do you have to leave?” his tone verging on whiney. You checked the time on your phone.

“Two hours, and don’t even try and convince me to stay, I have a shit load of reports to finish.” He stalked up your body.

“Two hours is enough” you squinted your eyes questioning his words

“Enough for what?” you spoke hesitantly recognising that glimmer from his eyes and that killer smirk. He pinned your hands above your head, his mouth catching your gasp as his tongue tantalized yours as he shifted his legs,

“To get you screaming my name multiple times” He thrust into you, you clawed at his back, his teeth grazing your collar bone.

“Promise me you’ll eat properly” you said stroking the back of his neck with the soft pads of your fingertips.

“I promise” the puppy eyes you received tugged at your already aching heart strings, you hated leaving him. His arms were resting round your side, hands under your shirt holding the small of your back.

“Good, I’ll hold you to that, next time you go away I think we should gradually ease you off my blood don’t you think?”

“I suppose” he eyes left you and shifted away.

“Hey” you called out to his wandering eyes, they returned. “Yes baby that’s a much better idea than turning into a giant douche and making my girlfriend angry and come out all this way” you impersonated. He chuckled lightly.

“Yes baby that’s a much better idea” he mimicked “You know I’m sorry, you are amazing, you spoil me and are most definitely too good for me”

“I know I am” you toyed “It’s a good thing I love you and want nothing more than to be yours” You stretched up and kissed his forehead knowing he’d appreciate the “yours” sentiment. He was hesitant in letting you slip from his grasp and grab your bags and head to the door.

“I’ll hold you to what you said earlier” You turned at his words

“What did I say?” you asked.

“That I can do what I want with you when I’m home, you should book some time off, I can’t guarantee you’ll be able to walk” his grin playful, eyes spoke nothing but sincerity.

“I can handle it Oppa” you shot back competitively. Your grin never faltering as you left him pondering what to do with you when he’s home.

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hi babe so have you ever considered neil and matt sharing an apartment? maybe they're on the same team or close enough to share one, and it's absolutely amazing because these boys love and support each other so much. but then.. they're also both absolute children when left alone together and the foxes get updates of whatever the most recent thing is with one completely ridiculous picture that never gets explained (like the Sofa Incident). basically love and fun and the brothers they never got!!

(em you already Know how much i love this prompt but like ,, in case you needed a reminder i LOVE this prompt im still crying thANK U anyway this took probably too long but i highkey poured my heart into this dumb little fic i hope u love it ur such an angel ily !!!)

read it on ao3! | prompts are closed :(

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Months from now, Neil will be grateful for this lifeline.It’s the offering of comfort and stability he needs long before he knows he’sallowed to want it, and Matt is holding it out to him without a second ofhesitation. Months from now, Neil will appreciate it for what it is. But fornow it feels bigger than he deserves.

“I don’t need a babysitter,” he says, placing a neatly foldedshirt on top of the growing pile beside his suitcase and turning to look atMatt. “I can look after myself.”

Matt, to his credit, doesn’t roll his eyes but Neil watchesthe corners twitch and he knows it’s a near thing.

“I know you can. I’m not asking to be your babysitter. I’masking to be your roommate.”

“Why?”

Neil can’t help it. The question is itching under his skin,making him shifty and uncomfortable. He doesn’t understand Matt’s motives: hespent three years living in close quarters with Neil and half of the last twopractically glued to Neil’s couch at any given opportunity. Why he is willinglysigning up for another year of it, Neil cannot fathom.

“We’re playing for the same team. It just makes sense,” Mattsays and he makes it sound like it really does. Neil frowns and purses his lipsand can’t think of any good reason to dispute it.

“You don’t share an apartment with any of your otherteammates.”

Matt does roll his eyes this time, but it’s a gesturefilled with fondness and, for reasons Neil can’t explain, the rest of hiscomplaints stick in his throat.

“None of my other teammates are my best friend.”

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It’s surprisingly easy, Neil thinks, to fall into theroutine of living with Matt. The apartment is already full of Matt’sbelongings, from his two year head start, but bits and pieces of Neil slip intothe cracks—his running shoes by the door, two mugs by the coffee pot eachmorning, Andrew’s hoodie on the back of the couch. It becomes theirs intrinsicallyuntil the discomfiture ebbs away and the word home seeps through.

When Neil wakes up in his new apartment for the first time,the morning feels stretched and torpid. The absence of weight in the bed besidehim is a hollow ache in his chest, and he gets up just to avoid the immensityof it. The world is drowsy outside his window, dark and slow as it blinksitself back to life, but their apartment is already alight with the smell ofcoffee and the muffled sound of socked footsteps.

Neil finds Matt in the kitchen, one hand pouring milk into amug of coffee, the other stirring porridge on the stove. Matt looks up at hisarrival and grins, all teeth and dimples. He sets down the milk carton andhooks his fingers around the handle of the other mug, holding it out to Neil.

“Morning, princess,” he says. Neil wraps his stiff fingersaround the mug, letting the warmth seep through to his bones and wake himproperly.

“Your porridge is done,” he observes, because he can see itthickening around Matt’s spoon as he steps past. Matt yelps and flicks off thegas, transferring the pot to a cool hob and reaching for a bowl in the samemovement.

“There’s enough for two,” he says as he scrapes the gloopymixture into his bowl. Neil stands on his toes to open one of the cupboards andgrab a granola bar from the second shelf.

“I’m good, thanks.”

Neil holds the half-opened granola bar up in defence whenMatt shoots him the look he reserves for disapproval at Neil’s tendency to skipmeals. He doesn’t comment but the tilt of his mouth is displeased. Neil shrugsit off and sips his coffee.

“Excited to meet the team later?” Matt asks as he runs hotwater into the empty pot to soak. Neil waits until the gurgle of the tap shutsoff to reply.

“Not really. I don’t care what they’re like. It’s how theyplay that matters.”

Matt turns to lean against the kitchen bench, bowl in hand,and rolls his eyes fondly—something of a recurring action around Neil.

“Now you sound like Kevin.”

“Kevin sounds like me,” Neil corrects, just to be contrary.

Matt grins around a mouthful of porridge. “You’re both asbad as each other. Come on, you can have first shower. I want to show you thebest route to the supermarket before we’re due at the stadium.”

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The team, as it turns out, arefar more excited to meet Neil than he is to meet them. There are three new teammembers, including him; one other first year pro and a transfer from Denver,but Neil inadvertently steals most of the attention. It’s some mixture of hismemorable face gracing television far more than any college student has a rightto, and Matt singing his praises over the past two years, that gives him adegree of interest the Cannons gravitate towards. All Neil really wants to dois talk to the Denver recruit about a certain goalkeeper on his old team, butMatt squeezes his shoulder lightly and it is as much a warning as it is acomfort. Play nice.

Neil smiles and lets KatiLaskey—starting striker—hook her elbow around his neck and rub her other handlightly through his hair. If he closed his eyes, her weight against his bodywould almost feel like Dan. The thought is both reassuring and saddening, likea weight constricting his chest not quite enough to leave him breathless, butspiking discomfort through his ribcage all the same. He finds he cannot makeeye contact with any of his new teammates.

“They’re not Foxes,” he says,when Matt prompts him for an opinion as they ease into traffic on their wayhome. Matt hums assent because it’s true, they are not and never will be theshape of puzzle pieces cut from the same jigsaw. They are Cannons, equal partschaos and content, and they have dug a Neil-sized hole in their line-up, but itis a manufactured kind of welcoming, a family born of necessity rather thandesire.

“They’re good people,” Matt saysand Neil cannot find fault to disagree.

“They’re good as teammates,” hesays instead. Matt flicks him a look under the guise of checking his blind spotbefore signalling the turn-off. They turn down the side street connected totheir apartment complex and Neil traces the vaguely familiar shapes outside thewindow with his finger.

It is still warm yet, the airhumid and muggy with the weight of summer. He can see heat hanging heavy overthe pavement and pooling in pockets between the clouds. He hates days likethese, but this one feels less like a burden and more like a blanket, swathinghim in the absence of body heat. Not ideal, but somehow enough all the same.

“They’re good as teammates, but Ialready have all the family I need.”

When Matt looks at him this time,it is with blatant intent and his smile is blinding.

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mattyb: someone come collect neil he’s making me sad

gaynolds: what did he tell you this time??

mattyb: a story about his mom

gaynolds: fuck those are the worst

wildz: u all g josten?

jos10: I’m fine.

gaynolds: :/

mattyb: he let me pat his head

wildz: 4 his comfort or urs ???

mattyb: honestly mine but i like to think it’shelping him too

jos10: It’s nice. Thank you.

nickyminaj: omg neil :( u cant be sad when im too faraway to hug u

jos10: I’m not sad.

jos10: Matt is.

mattyb: I AM

nickyminaj: mattie no :(

nickyminaj: coming to hug u both rn

wildz: me 2

gaynolds: me three

wildz: group hug @ the b/j apt.

nickyminaj: the WHAT

wildz: boyd/josten but im just rlzing how bad thtsounds

mattyb: H

mattyb: NNNN OFJAJKM.VWQ3JFJEZ/.DS’’;XMLD

nickyminaj: uh

wildz: r u dyin ???

mattyb: might have to take a raincheck on the grouphug

mattyb: OH HOLY FUCK

wildz: ?????

gaynolds: omg

mattyb: NEIL JUST

mattyb: CHRIST

nickyminaj: what did he do now lmfao

gaynolds: b/j apartment is my favourite soap

nickyminaj: ^^^

wildz: r they actually ded ????

gaynolds: matt??

nickyminaj: 50 bucks says neil started a fire tryingto make dinner

gaynolds: you’re on

gaynolds: josten knows how to cook

nickyminaj: lmaooo

nickyminaj: u didn’t see him try to use the sandwichpress at the columbia house

nickyminaj: andrew banished him from the kitchen

gaynolds: fuck

wildz: can confirm, neil knos how 2 cook but nt how 2use tech

kevinday: What’s happening?

mattyb: [image attached]

kevinday: What the fuck.

gaynolds: what the fuck

nickyminaj: WHAT THE FUCK

wildz: wht hppnd???

nickyminaj: UR COUCH IM CRYING

kevinday: How did that happen?

gaynolds: is neil BLEEDING

nickyminaj: holy fuck yeah his face

wildz: shit

kevinday: Is that a bird?

gaynolds: IS THAT A BIRD

nickyminaj: oh my god

wildz: matt wtf is goin on?

jos10: We’re fine. Matt had to sit down because hewas laughing too much.

wildz: neil ????

nickyminaj: EXPLAIN

jos10: I have to go. It’s fine.

gaynolds: josten you’re bleeding out of your face andthere is a pigeon on your head

kevinday: Neil

nickyminaj: oh my god

nickyminaj: we’re pretending this is normal oh my god

aaminyard: what is going on?

aaminyard: oh that couch is in shreds lol

nickyminaj: AARON PLS

wildz: called matt but it went str8 2 vmail

gaynolds: the bird probably fucking murdered them

aaminyard: finally

nickyminaj: aaron pls

wildz: aaron pls

gaynolds: aaron pls

aminyard: aaron no

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(The bird is collected by an ABC volunteer.

They buy a new couch.)

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Integrating himself into an already functioning team is botheasier and harder than knitting together the torn edges of the Foxes. TheCannons are professionals—polite because they are paid to be and serious whereexy is concerned—but they are friends off the court as well. Three months intotheir season, Neil has grown used to one or another of their teammates crashingon the couch in his and Matt’s apartment, or showing up unannounced withtakeout on their days off. Kati takes him out for coffee twice a week at asugar-free café two blocks from his apartment (which Neil delights in tellingAndrew about) and fills him in on the details of her personal life. (Her longdistance girlfriend just moved over from Missouri. They’re adopting cats.) Inreturn, Neil shows her the latest picture Andrew has texted him (the curl ofsmoke against a city skyline, or the glint of a blade under sunlight, or theopen freeway above the Maserati dashboard). Neil is never very sure, but hethinks this makes them friends.

Somewhere along the way, the team become less likecolleagues and more like something personal, something that spreads like warmbutter inside Neil’s chest. He knows parts of their lives that go deeper thannecessity for survival, while they learn where he likes to go to eat and what hiscollege major was. He lets them scavenge through his life for the titbits thatshould not matter yet somehow do, but saves the intimate details to sharebetween Matt and Kati. It’s not that he and Andrew are a secret, but Neil isprivate by nature and the Cannons, for all their friendship, are still notfamily.

They seem content to take what they’re given and pry nofurther, so Neil isn’t concerned when their captain, Breanna Ramírez, asks himto spare a minute after practice. He detours past Matt on his way off the courtto let him know he’ll make his own way home. Matt swings an arm around Neil’sshoulders and leans down to knock their heads together.

“Nice work today, honey,” he says and lets go, waving asNeil heads to the locker room.

Breanna takes him to a patisserie ten minutes from thestadium where, she tells him, they sell petits fours that her husbandthinks are to-die-for. Neil texts a picture of the display cabinet followed bya question mark to Andrew while he waits for Breanna to order. They get theircoffees to-go and Breanna’s husband’s petits fours in a small paper bag,and walk the short distance to a nearby park.

They talk about the season, about the flaws in the startingline-up, and about the kids Breanna and her husband are currently fostering.Neil wants to tell her he and Matt almost adopted an injured bird that they letfly into their apartment, but decides she might not take it in her stride aseasily as the Foxes.

Instead he says, “Maybe I’ll stop by the patisserie again onthe way home. Matt loves pain au chocolat.”

Breanna looks at him, looks away, sighs, looks at him again.

“Josten.” She fiddles with the lid of her coffee cup. “Neil.I didn’t want to say anything, but I feel, I don’t know, morally obligated.”

Neil’s pulse jumps in his wrist and he blinks at Breanna,confused and apprehensive.

“Morally obligated to what?”

“Look, you and Boyd are both lovely and I know it isn’treally my business, but the team has been talking and— Well, I’m not trying topreach to you, but sometimes his fiancée comes to visit and I just want to beclear that none of us are comfortable covering for you. If it comes to that.”

She’s doing everything to avoid his gaze now and Neil hasnever seen her so unsure of herself. He frowns, turning her words over in hishead but no matter which way he pushes and pulls he can’t make sense of them.

“What does Dan have to do with this?”

“You know, because of your… thing with Boyd.”

“My—” Neil stares at her as the pieces click into place,forming a complete picture, albeit one that makes Neil’s head ache. “You thinkI’m having an affair with Matt?”

“You’re not?” Breanna finally makes eye contact, head tiltedand eyebrows knit. Neil almost laughs but something about the set of her jawstops him.

“What makes you think we’re having an affair?”

“You’re very affectionate,” she says, shrugging. “We’venoticed things.”

“He’s my best friend.” Neil’s tongue feels numb in his mouth.His words come slowly, as though his brain is still catching up to theconversation. “We’re just like that.”

“You’re close.”

“Yeah. He’s my best friend,” Neil says again, like she mighthave missed it the first time. Breanna bites her lip and glances down at whereher fingers have twisted in the paper bag.

“There’s really nothing going on there, is there?” she asksin a small voice, and Neil’s patience slips a little.

“He wouldn’t do that to Dan. I wouldn’t do that toDan.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“Didn’t mean to what? Imply that we’re both cheatingassholes? Yes, you did, otherwise you wouldn’t have said anything.”

He knows his temper is sparking, knows he should put a lidon it, but his mouth is running faster than he can catch it. He doesn’tunderstand how she can’t see that they’re the two least likely people to beunfaithful to their partners, or why she thinks it’s any of her concern anyway.

“But you can see how it seemed like that, right? I mean, hecalls you pet names all the time. You buy him pastries for no reason. Lastweek, he kissed you at practice.”

“On the forehead,” Neil feels the need to remind her. “Becausewe’re friends. Do you need a rundown of every interaction we’ve ever had toprove that? How about a timeline of the development of our friendship?”

“This really isn’t any of my business,” Breanna says andNeil’s mouth twists in scorn.

“You’re right, it isn’t. I should go. I still want to get tothe patisserie before it closes.” He stands up, forcibly releasing the tensionin his fists, and tells himself to walk away. “See you at practice tomorrow.”

“Neil, I’m sorry,” she starts to say but he waves her off.He only makes it three steps before he decides he’s not finished. He pivots onthe spot, clenches his fists, and inhales sharply.

“For the record, I have a boyfriend and we’re very happy,”he says and watches Breanna’s face go slack, her mouth opening on words thatdon’t come out. It takes her three tries to find them.

“You never said.”

“It was never any of your business.”

She bows her head little, then looks up to meet his eyes,her cheek dimpled where it’s caught between her teeth. Neil shrugs.

“Just so you know. He’s the only one I’m interested in.”

Breanna nods and looks like she wants to say something else,but she doesn’t protest when Neil turns again to walk away. He has a funnyfeeling the patisserie doesn’t open late and he really doesn’t want to missthem.

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“The team think we’re having an affair,” he tells Mattlater, perched on the kitchen workbench to the left of the stove. Matt iscooking pasta sauce in a large pot, which means he’s making enough to freezethe leftovers because he knows Neil will happily go hungry if it means hedoesn’t have to cook on days when he can’t find the energy.

“Our team?” Matt asks incredulously. Neil nods,absentmindedly popping the seal on a half-empty jar of olives.

“Ramírez told me it’s been team gossip for weeks.”

Matt laughs, reaching around Neil to lift another pot downfrom the shelf above his head. He puts it on one of the empty hobs and returnsto stirring his sauce, so Neil leans over to flick the switch on the kettle. Hesettles back into his earlier position and searches Matt’s face, but all hefinds are traces of amusement. It calms him a little, his temper over Breanna’saccusations dissipating.

“Fifty bucks says Pav started it,” Matt says, grinning.Aleksei Pavlov is one of their starting backliners and notorious for hisoutlandish but widely believed rumours. He and Matt have a friendly rivalrythat involves playful nicknames and good-natured trash talking at every turn.

“I don’t bet,” Neil reminds Matt unnecessarily. The kettlepings as the water reaches boiling point and he lifts it over to pour into theempty pot on the stovetop. “Allison would have a field day with this though.”

“Oh God, let’s not tell her. If she finds out, Dan findsout, and I’ll be trying to live it down until I’m old and grey,” Matt laughs.Neil hands him a pair of scissors to cut open the bag of pasta in his hand, andreplaces the now empty kettle on its outlet.

“She wouldn’t be mad?”

“Hardly. She’d think it was hilarious.” Matt pours pastainto the pot and flicks the gas on, before giving Neil a curious look. “WouldAndrew be mad?”

Neil hums, returning to pressing the lid of the olive jarand letting it pop back into place. He doesn’t know what Andrew wouldthink—they’ve never had cause to discuss it before—but he can count on one handthe amount of times Andrew has shown interest in things that don’t directlyconcern him.

“I don’t think he’d care.”

“What, he hears his boyfriend is off gallivanting with hishot roommate halfway across the country and he doesn’t even want to check up?”

“He knows we’re not. Andrew doesn’t care for rumours,” Neilsays, shrugging. Thinking of Andrew’s signature apathy dispels the remainder ofhis anger and he finds that he doesn’t care for the rumour either. Andrew’svoice in his head asks why he cares what other people think and Neil can’t finda reason.

“That’s true enough,” Matt agrees. He twists off the heatunder the sauce and gestures at Neil. “Pass me those olives, would you, mylove?”

Neil snorts, releases the seal on the jar, and hands itover. “This is why people think we’re having an affair.”

“Maybe we are.”

Matt’s tongue dips out to lick the corner of his smile andNeil rolls his eyes.

“If I was going to cheat, I think I could at least do betterthan you.”

Neil earns himself an olive pitted straight at his foreheadfor that one. He catches its rebound in his hand and pops it into his mouth,rubbing the stain off his skin and kicking half-heartedly in Matt’s direction.Matt takes an exaggerated step out of the way and returns to slicing olives andsprinkling them into the sauce.

“Do you really want to be insulting me when the fate of yourdinner rests in my hands?” Matt asks. Neil leans over to steal another olive.

“I’ll tell Kevin you’re intentionally depriving me of abalanced diet.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“I have him on speed dial,” Neil says, slipping his phoneout of his pocket and holding it up for emphasis. He pushes off the counterwith his hands, landing softly on the linoleum floor and using the momentum toslide on socked feet to the other side of the kitchen. He bends to take twobowls from the cupboard and leans over to the cutlery drawer as he hears Mattchecking on the pasta behind him.

“Hey, sweetheart?”

Neil turns to find Matt beckoning to him, a strand ofspaghetti dangling from his fingers. He steps over and holds out his hand whenprompted by Matt’s grabby motions. Matt loops the spaghetti around his ringfinger, twisting and squeezing the ends until they mush together, effectivelytying the pasta to Neil’s finger.

“Give the team something to talk about, hey,” he says,exaggerating the wink that accompanies it. Neil turns his hand around and holdsup his middle finger in response. Matt laughs and the sound is white horsesbreaking over Neil’s head. He lets himself be pulled under.

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mattyb: [image attached]

mattyb: he said yes!

wildz: what

gaynolds: what

renesbian: what

nickyminaj: what

aminyard: what.

nickyminaj: omg

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Andrew calls him two hours later while Matt is making hotchocolate and Neil is flicking through sports channels with the TV on mute.

“I let you do one thing on your own and you get engaged toBoyd,” he says by way of hello. Neil smiles, tipping his head against the backof the couch and tapping the remote against his thigh.

“Jealous, are we?”

Andrew huffs, just barely but Neil catches it. He bites downon a laugh and lets his eyes slip closed.

“I thought you at least had better taste than that.”

“I chose you, didn’t I?” Neil says. Warm honey oozes downhis spine and he melts into the cracks between the couch cushions, the wholeworld slipping away and zeroing in on the static crackling down the phone line.Andrew’s voice is sturdy and smooth, garbled by the distance but stillunmistakeably his. Neil relaxes into it.

“Is that an affirmation of your good taste or further proofof your idiocy?”

Neil hums around a grin but doesn’t reply. He knows Andrewknows what he means, even though neither of them will acknowledge it. Theylapse into steady silence, soft breaths and fleeting movements between them.Neil can hear the buzz of traffic from Andrew’s end and assumes he’s on thebalcony of his high-rise apartment, overlooking the bustling street. Neilremembers the city lights and cool breeze from his last visit, the smell ofsmoke and petrol mixing in the air, the way the railing felt digging into hisback when Andrew kissed him up against it. He lets out a half-sigh, abortedbefore Andrew can make anything of it, and swallows the whiskey-flavouredmemory.

“My team knows about you,” he says, just to have somethingto say. It’s a lot like that with Andrew now—they no longer deal in weightedtruths and bleeding secrets. Neil finds that he doesn’t mind half as much as hethought he would, back when he used to worry they would run out of things tosay one day. Sometimes they have conversations without substance; after all,Andrew has always been good at making something out of nothing.

“I would hope so. They’ve played me twice,” Andrew says onan exhale. With his eyes pressed shut and his lips parted on a breath, Neil canalmost taste the smoke leaking from Andrew’s mouth.

“Funny,” he deadpans. Neither of them laugh. “I mean aboutus.”

He half expects Andrew to be difficult for the sake of it,but Andrew has long since stopped denying they are two parts of the same whole.He fiddles with his cigarette instead; Neil can hear his fingers tap away theash.

“Is that a problem?” he asks and Neil hears the part hedoesn’t say, the I don’t mind if you don’t, the this was never secretto anyone who was looking.

“No.”

“Okay.”

Neil breathes. Andrew smokes. The silence fills spacesbetween them.

Neil cracks an eye open when Matt taps him on the shoulder,holding out a steaming mug. From the smell, it’s a fruity blend from the packof herbal teas Kati had given him as thanks for helping out with hergirlfriend’s move. The mug is hot beneath his fingers so he balances it on hisknee while he resituates his grip to the handle, and raises it to his lips.

Andrew? Matt mouths as he settles onto the other sideof the couch, his own mug of hot chocolate warming his palms. Neil nods,nestling the phone between his ear and his shoulder so he can tap the ringfinger of his opposite hand, an explanation of Andrew’s call. Matt grins aroundthe lip of his mug before taking a sip.

“Tell him if he likes it then he should have put a ring onit.”

Neil frowns, glances down at his hand, and then back up atMatt. He mouths what in return but Matt just flaps his hand at thephone.

“Matt says,” Neil looks at him again and Matt gives him athumbs up, “if you like it then you should have put a ring on it?”

There’s a shuffling sound as Andrew shifts around, thesqueak of a screen door sliding open and closed, before the city noises cut offand the silence takes on a new shape.

“Tell Boyd if he likes his tongue he should keep it in hismouth.”

Neil relays the threat and Matt laughs aloud, his hotchocolate sloshing dangerously close to the rim of his mug. Neil watches him inshock—it’s the first time he can remember seeing Matt find genuine humour inanything one of Andrew’s lot have said.

“Did you just make a joke?” he asks Andrew. He’s not surewhich he’s more caught off guard by: that Andrew made a joke or that Matt foundit funny.

“It wasn’t a joke. It was a warning.”

A cupboard door clips shut from Andrew’s end and Neil hearsthe chink of crockery. He makes eye contact with Matt, who raises his eyebrowsand sips his hot chocolate, before shrugging off his surprise.

“I have to make dinner,” Andrew says. It isn’t a dismissalbut Neil can tell by his voice Andrew doesn’t feel like talking.

“Okay,” he agrees, “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

Andrew grunts, which is an affirmation in its own way, andhangs up without saying goodbye. Neil drops his phone between his thighs forsafekeeping and takes another drink of his tea. Matt nudges Neil’s shin withhis toe, nodding at the TV.

“You watching that?”

There’s a replay of an Exy match from the previous week, butNeil’s already seen it and it isn’t Andrew or Kevin’s team. He hands Matt theremote in lieu of a response and lets his eyes drift shut on the snippets ofsoaps flashing by as Matt switches channels.

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gaynolds: it’s been 8 days since our last b/jnonsense

nickyminaj: is that a record?

gaynolds: i think so

wildz: wild

wildz: get it haha

jos10: What’s b/j nonsense?

gaynolds: it’s you honey

aaminyard: aka every time you message this chateveryone has a stroke

nickyminaj: lmfao tru

jos10: Why?

wildz: u n matt r disasters

wildz: always gttin up 2 crzy shit

nickyminaj: u send the most concerning messages andnever elaborate

jos10: No, we don’t?

gaynolds: NO WE DON’T HE SAYS

nickyminaj: remember when matt and neil’s couch gotripped to shreds by a bird

nickyminaj: and they never explained how

gaynolds: remember when matt and neil got married

renesbian: remember when Neil texted the group chat‘cowabunga’ followed by three hashtags

renesbian: then ten seconds later said he rememberedMatt was visiting Dan and not to worry

wildz: rmbr wen m drank 3L of mntn dew at once

wildz: & n sent a pic of him passed out w ac.board cutout of dolly parton

wildz: y do they hav a c.board cutout of dolly parton

jos10: We can’t recycle her without concerning theneighbours.

renesbian: I think the question is why do you haveher in the first place

jos10: Oh.

jos10: We got her from Dollar Tree.

gaynolds: dollar tree sells cardboard cutouts ofdolly parton ???

jos10: I don’t think she was for sale.

nickyminaj: u STOLE dolly parton from dollar tree

aaminyard: you sound surprised

nickyminaj: i mean yeah

nickyminaj: aren’t u ??

aaminyard: no

gaynolds: no

wildz: no

renesbian: no

nickyminaj: good point

jos10: [image attached]

jos10: She lives in the shower.

gaynolds: that is quite literally the most terrifyingcombination of information/image i’ve ever seen

wildz: 1 time i stayed @ b/j apt & she slept inth bed w me n matt

aaminyard: what the fuck

gaynolds: why did we ever let those two live together

nickyminaj: yeah this has gone too far

wildz: m can move in w me if andrew will take n ??

aminyard: deal.

jos10: Who gets Dolly?

aminyard: never mind I don’t want him.

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When Neil wakes up in his and Matt’s apartment on what Mattdubs their ‘roommate-iversary’, the morning feels like a wave, hugging the bayit crashes into and guiding Neil’s breaths through the ebb and flow. A yearstretches across the floorboards, worn smooth under their tread, and laps atthe walls, where they’ve taken to sticking photographs and reminders andsmiley-face messages from one to the other. The world is quiet around him, butfor the buzz of the radio and the familiar pattern of footfalls againstlinoleum floor.

Neil finds Matt in the kitchen, two mugs on the worktop anda pancake flipping through the air towards the pan in his outstretched hand.

“Morning, princess,” Matt says, holding up one of the mugswithout turning. Neil loops his fingers through the handle and around theceramic curve, bringing it to his lips to blow the billow of steam away fromthe rim.

“Morning, sunshine,” he says, leaning against the corner ofthe fridge. The way Matt freezes is almost comedic, like each muscle isolatingand tensing one by one. When he looks up, his gigawatt smile is alreadyplastered over his face, bright enough to dissolve the dreary heaviness of themorning, and Neil’s returning grin bites into his cheeks before he can hold itback. Matt returns to his breakfast with crinkles by his eyes. Neil blowslightly on his coffee and takes a sip.

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mattyb has changed their name to sunshine.

jos10 has changed their name to princess.

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#maz.dox #mdb #naj #andreil #fic #remussloopin #answered

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09.02-09.08: Fics I Read This Week

this is coming two days late. i had it typed up on my computer and i just... forgot to post it? oops. anyway, last week i decided to systemically make my way through the cisco/barry relationship tag on ao3 (though i’m not done) so not only has that significantly lengthened this list but also it’s the first time i’ve read fics from The Flash fandom, even though i’ve religiously followed the tv series since it started in 2014.

Also i am super into Cisco/Barry/Caitlin fics but there are a whole two of them that i could find so if you have any please send them to me, i’m desperate and am going to have to write some of my own to fill the void.

anyway, fics recced below the cut by fandom then by pairing, as always, with fics from the flash fandom at the bottom because there are very very many fics.

Harry Potter Fics:

Draco/Harry:

A Good Boy by bafflinghaze

Due to unforeseen circumstances, Draco’s work goes a little overtime. When Draco returns home, he finds that Harry’s gotten started without him—but only a little, since Harry is such a good boy.

Word Count: 1k

Gilmore Girls Fics:

Paris/Rory:

The Best Of It by dollsome

Paris outs herself and Rory during a televised argument with Michele Bachmann. Peskiest of all is the fact that Paris and Rory aren't actually dating. A documentary crew wants to make Paris And Rory's Modern Stars Hollow Family anyway. Meanwhile, Rory goes slowly and quietly nuts. (And doesn't like Paris like that -- why would you even suggest such a thing?? Not that ... anyone did.)

Word Count: 73k

Notes: One of my all time favorite fics. It’s so good and so well-written and so fantastic and I’m screaming. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry--because you’re laughing so hard.

The Flash Fics:

Cisco/Barry/Caitlin:

((if someone has any more fics than the ones listed below, pls send them to me. i am desperate))

Equipoise by trufflemores

Barry gets sick.

Word Count: 3k

Notes: I love this fic and this ship.

Guardian Doctor by LightningLemonade

Caitlin Snow is more defensive of her boys than even she knew.

Word Count: 366

cw: homophobic language

Barry/Cisco:

escapes, true love, miracles by spocklee

princess bride AU. written (late) for flashvibe week.

Word Count: 22k

Notes: Top ten favs out of any fandom, easily. I mean, my favorite movie as an AU and it does it justice and non-binary!Barry and just yes.

Heartbreak Hotel by RonnieandtheProfessor

Cisco and Barry go undercover to investigate a meta-human that's been only attacking couples that stay in a certain hotel. Barry struggles with the 'pretending' aspect of their mission, as his feelings begin to grow a little too real.

Word Count: 4k

Notes: THIS IS SO GODDAMN GOOD, OKAY!

once i have you, i will never let you, never let you go by coopbastian

Barry and Cisco respond to a meta-alert but one of them gets kidnapped in the process.

Word Count: 3k

Thunderstorms by fezwearingjellybananas

In which Barry does not like thunderstorms, but Cisco is there to support him

Word Count: 300

finding you by craptaincold

“Oh, don’t play dumb, Barold,” Lisa said. “Barry,” Barry said. “Barold,” Lisa said, “A little birdy tells me that you’ve got a crush on him.” Barry was about to take a sip of his coffee, but was pretty glad he didn’t make it yet, because he would’ve choked on it. “Excuse me? I- I don’t, what makes you think that? Did you talk to Iris?” “I didn’t, but I’m sure going to now.” Lisa smirked. “I’m sure she’d have so many embarrassing stories to tell about you.” She paused and rested her chin on her hand. “Plus, she’s pretty cute. Is she single?” “She’s engaged. Don’t even think about it.” Lisa sighed, dropping her grin to a pout. “I have a proposition for you, Barry. Cisco is a sweet boy, and there aren’t too many of those in this world, you know? I’d love to have him for myself, but I hate stepping on any toes,” she said, as if she didn’t rob people for a living, “So, if you don’t step up and tell him how you feel by the end of the month, I’ll be forced to nab him up.” “We’re already dating,” Barry blurted out, mind now a dumpster fire. Oh god, why did he say that? You’d think having superspeed would make him be able to stop himself from saying impulsive things. Word Count: 2k

The Person That You Were (You Cannot Find) by Ecliptic_Fiction

When it's four in the morning When it comes without warning And the Silence drags you down under the tide.

Word Count: 2k

Notes: God, I love this. They’ve got such a beautiful relationship.

cw: self-esteem issues

To Lean On by Ecliptic_Fiction

Tears prick at Barry's eyes at the sight of the man before him, and he can't help but smile at the thought of spending forever with him. "I do," he whispers, squeezing Cisco's hand gently. Word Count: 5k

Where Do You Go (When You Think Of Me?) by Ecliptic_Fiction

Thank God for Francisco Ramon- the saviour of the Flash. Word Count: 3k

...so could we by coopbastian

Cisco is having a hard time on the fact that Leo implied that he and Barry are a couple. Word Count: 1k

What really matters by Saluzozette

It was late at night when Cisco's voice broke the silence in the room. Barry was on the verge of sleep, curled around his boyfriend, his nose buried deep into his hair. Cisco's back was warm against his chest, their fingers glued together and really, the speedster had rarely felt as tired, comfy and happy as he was right now. His mind was already drifting away, but he acknowledged the other man's plea nonetheless. “Barry?” Cisco's voice was alert and very much awake. Far from the comfortable stillness that had filled the bedroom for the last hour. Why wasn't he asleep already? “Hum...” The speedster mumbled, trying to sound a little bit less out of it than he actually was. “I'm gonna do it.” Word Count: 4k cw: graphic descriptions of violence, homophobia, mentions of neglect and abuse

sweet creature, sweet creature by buckybunnyteeth

Cisco wakes up to the quick warm feeling of lips pressing against his own. or Cisco needs Barry to know that he loves him ... without saying that he loves him. Word Count: 3k

It's Not About Winning by st4rlabsforever (omaken)

Cisco wriggles his wrists in his restraints. In the grand scheme of things – or at least as far as kidnappings go – this one isn’t so bad. Sure, the ropes might be chafing his wrists and the blindfold might be messing with his balance, but his discomfort is at a solid three out of ten right now. Just a day in the life of Central City's premier superhero couple. Word Count: 5k

Vows and Promises by daydreamingstoryteller

Barry has made the decision to sacrifice himself to stop the Dominators' attack. But Cisco has some scores to settle with him before he can leave. Or. Another Invasion AU but with Secretly married Flashvibe Word Count: 1k

'Fake' Dates & Not-So-Shitty Acting by twelvexclara

When Caitlin and Julian need someone to go undercover for an event, they ask Barry and Cisco. The thing is, the situation is more complicated than you think. Word Count: 2k

Stars in Hiding by Neuqe

"It is getting rather confusing for all parties involved, and Cisco would prefer if his life did not resemble this much a 90’s situational comedy" Barry and Cisco decide to keep their relationship as a secret. It is not necessarily the best idea. Word Count: 5k

We will find each other by Neuqe

Cisco accidently vibes Earth-2 and learns something new about Reverb. Word Count: 1k

swimming in the sunlight by VolunteerFieryDantooinian

Cisco can feel it, he can fucking feel what almost happened, he almost lost him- But Barry came back. It took a month, but he came back. It scared the hell out of him. Then again, he had a habit of doing that. Title from BøRNS's American Money, which is a total Barrisco song tbh Word Count: 1k

You Love the Limelight Too by PoliticalBloodTea

People won't stop flirting with Cisco. Barry is not jealous. He's not. Word Count: 3k

Decelerate by trufflemores

3.12. Barry and Cisco cuddle after Barry phases the train. Word Count: 1k

That Would Be Enough by UpsideAround

Soulmarks weren't supposed to change. Soulmarks didn't change. Fate must have hated him, because Barry's soulmark had been erased once when he was eleven, and brutally slashed out when he was in his twenties. Word Count: 2k Notes: I love this so much, tbh

Duration by st4rlabsforever (omaken)

“Hey! So,” Cisco says, pulling out the dark blue package from his shopping bag, “I was thinking we could try this tonight.” He tosses it to Barry and tries his best not to blush. The slogan ‘Last Longer. Stay In The Moment’ stares back at him in big, white letters. Or: in which Cisco buys Barry an endurance enhancer, and Barry is not amused at all. Word Count: 1k

Trademarked Kisses by aldergroves

(The first) five times that Barry and Cisco kiss. Word Count: 1k Notes: NON-BINARY CISCO!!!!!!!!!

Mach 1 by RedelliaValentinos

"Can I ask you something? It's just out of curiosity," the boy spun the chair around. Harry gave a hum of approval to go ahead and scooped up his coffee mug. Nothing this kid could possibly say was going to interrupt his consumption of caffeine. "What would happen if Barry went Mach 1 during sex?" Word Count: 838 Notes: Harry isn’t the only one who choked on their coffee because of this.

Another One Gone by superallens

6. “You can’t die. Please don’t die.” Word Count: 873 cw: major character death Notes: only read it if you want to cry

Locked in the closet by graveltotempo

Hartley and Snart get locked in closet and accidentally get a first row view of Barry and Cisco going at it Word Count: 2k

Insomnia by VenezuelanWriter

Barry can’t keep losing so many hours of needed sleep because he’s too busy feeling like this: hollow inside, weak and anxious. Word Count: 2k

All That Glitters by dancesontrains

The glitter had settled all over his cowl, so he was still breathing it in, and he began to remove it. Might as well remove the already unzipped jacket too...and the trousers, what if they had the particles on them? Clearly whatever was in them wasn't good for him, he could tell that much. Why else would he blurt out something like that to his friend? Word Count: 2k cw: rape/non-con elements

Work by coopbastian

prompt: “I’m singing along to this song and you can’t stop me, so either deal with it or join me.” Word Count: 623

The Hysteria Games by st4rlabsforever (omaken)

Barry and Cisco discover Pokemon GO. Naturally, everyone loses their minds. Word Count: 2k

Gold and Metallic Red by Mikkal

No one can know he likes painting his nails. And, so far, it’s working. No slip ups. Of course, up until recently, he didn’t have a superhero for a best friend. A superhero best friend who can vibrate through walls and forgets sometimes that it’s rude to not knock, damn it, Barry! Word Count: 815 Notes: You can read it as gen if you want, tbh.

So No Memory Remover Machine? by Magicaltally

Team Arrow ships Barrisco, and even if they're not in Central City that won't stop them from playing match makers. Word Count: 1k

Forbidden by unsernameinuse

Dr. Wells has rules about romance in the workplace. No one agrees with him, but especially not Barry and Cisco. Word Count: 808

Ransom by pennflinn

Inspired by the tumblr post, "Imagine Cisco getting nabbed by a villain and they want him to call the flash and he has to explain why he’s saved in his phone as 'Bae.'" Cisco is kidnapped and held as ransom for the Flash, who he has yet to confess his feelings for. Things get awkward fast. Word Count: 1k

It was just a dream by demflashvibefeels

Barry dreams about something terrible Zoom could've done. Good thing Cisco was around Word Count: 194

Side Effects by trufflemores

There are complications when Barry and Cisco share a bed. Word Count: 965

Whenever you need me, I'll be there by PunkyRaticate

Cisco and Barry have been dating for a few months now and when they finally get a day to themselves they're pretty stoked. What happens when Mrs. Ramon decides to call and invite her son over to his folk's house in the middle of their Mythbusters binge-watching session. He agrees to it and now he wishes he hadn't. Word Count: 2k

Ride or Die or Fake Dating by Ihateallergies

Barry needs a favor from Cisco. Word Count: 3k Notes: ICONIC

Barry and Cisco's Love Story by VenezuelanWriter

Cisco recovers from his past relationship with Barry's help and they finally get to a place where they can be together. (I recommend you reading the first two stories for the series before reading this one so you enjoy it even more) Word Count: 7k cw: past relationship abuse

Protection by Neuqe

Barry and Cisco get kidnapped before their date night. Cisco is pissed off for multiple reasons. Word Count: 2k

Vibe-y Patronus by LadyOrpheus

prompt: hey how about flashvibe with barry helping cisco get more comfortable with his powers? Or Barry helps give Cisco the proper motivation. Word Count: 1k

Whoever The Flash’s Stupid Little Heart Desires by TwirlsWrites

At this point, they're just glad that they know there's a way to wake him up. Unfortunately, finding out who exactly Barry's heart considers to be his one true love is a lot more difficult than one would have thought. Word Count: 2k Notes: I fucking LOVE this fic

Cisco Keeps Getting Flowers From A Secret Admirer - You Won't BELIEVE What Happens Next! by TwirlsWrites

“Cisco, look,” Caitlin said, pointing at the Cortex computer. Cisco stepped closer; there was a single yellow flower with a ribbon tied around the stem. “Huh,” Cisco muttered, picking it up, “It has my name on it.” the soft red ribbon had ‘Cisco’ scrawled on it. “Well don’t grab it, what if it’s a trap?” Caitlin said, rushing over.

Word Count: 2k

Notes: The title is a little eh, but the work is AMAZING!!!!!! TwirlsWrites is an iconic writer.

You and I Were Meant to Be (Ain't No Doubt About It) by spoopy_dragons

Francisco Ramon was born with the name "Flash" scrawled across his wrist. The story of Cisco Ramon falling for someone besides his soulmate, but maybe, just maybe, it'll all work out in the end. Word Count: 4k

"Are we soulmates?" by supercala_docious

Cisco started to get memory-flashes of him and Barry as a couple. Word Count: 927 Notes: I love, love, love this

we can work from home, oh, oh, oh-oh by buckybunnyteeth

“You’re not gonna electrocute me are you, dude?” A different, much more pleasant shock goes through Barry’s body when a warm weight settles on his lap. Barry’s head snaps back up and he feels his jaw drop at the sight that greets him. Cisco has plopped down into Barry’s lap, miles of beautiful brown skin on display as he is wearing only a pair of very short yellow shorts and a smile. A smile that is curved around a grape Sucker. Word Count: 1k

Sledgehammer by Neuqe

Barry gets hurt and the heart monitor is betraying him or the one where Caitlin is the smartest of them all. Word Count: 3k Notes: I love this and Caitlin and Barry being brotp is canon.

Laundry Day by RedBowBuddha

After Cisco and Barry move in together, Cisco is worried that it was a bad choice for their developing relationship. Barry sets out to prove that it was a perfect choice. Word Count: 4k

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Enchanted

Pairing: Rey/Kylo Ren Rating: T Word Count: 2,012 Additional Tags: Canonverse, Episode IX, Naboo, First Kiss, “Platonic” Getaways Summary: He was here with her, had joined her on Naboo after almost a year of physical separation. Rey knew she shouldn’t want him close, crave his affection like she does, but their connection was something beyond all logic. Beyond what either of them could understand. [Or, in which Rey and Ben have some alone time on Naboo]

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Naboo was unlike other place Rey had been to her entire life, though that list was entirely too short for her liking. She didn’t know much of the place, but by looks alone she fell completely and utterly in love with it. It wasn’t even just the greenery or the flowers or the air that led her to this conclusion—it was just the general aura of the place, how it felt compared to every other planet she’d been to in the entire galaxy.

Ben tried to act like he didn’t notice, but she knew him better than anyone else, perhaps himself sometimes. His indifference didn’t work on her, even if it seemed that he couldn’t think in anything but extremes. When broached about the topic, though, he just shrugged her off and any association with the place. Rey could sense something, though, some kind of connection that Ben hadn’t willingly given up yet. She’d get it out of him eventually, even if that would take a bit of prying..

Of all the things Rey liked about Naboo’s physical beauty, the stars were most definitely near the very top of the list. They shined in the sky, a contrast like no other in the galaxy, completely incomparable. That was the reason she spent most of her time out here now, on a balcony of some sort in different positions on the estate they were staying on.

This time Rey occupied one connected to a bedroom, perfectly overlooking the gardens. She sat on the edge of the balcony several meters up from the ground and just allowed herself to embrace the faintest chill in the air. One ill-timed fall and it could be over for the last Jedi in the galaxy. Not the exciting death anyone in the galaxy would have expected.

It had been a few days since Rey had left the Resistance, feigning urgent “Jedi missions” to keep everyone from asking questions, but Leia knew. She always knew, yet she never tried to stop her, probably knowing that nothing could stop Rey from seeing her son, not even the constraints of time and space.

“Rey?”

His voice should’ve startled her, but it didn’t. She could feel it now, felt his presence and mind like it was an extension of her own. It was one of the other reasons she loved it here more than anything: him.

“I made you tea.”

He was here with her, had joined her on Naboo after almost a year of physical separation. Rey knew she shouldn’t want him close, crave his affection like she does, but their connection was something beyond all logic. Beyond what either of them could understand.

Ben sat down a respectable distance from her on the edge of the balcony and put the steaming mug between them. There was another mug in his own hand, which he sipped gingerly as they stared out into the horizon.

She took the mug and pressed her hand into the heat as she sipped it. “It’s good. What is it?”

“Chandrilan. My mother made it for me when she could. It helped me sleep. Probably the reason she made it, honestly.”

Rey took another sip before setting it back down between them. “Were you a crazy kid?”

A shrug. “Not really. I was pretty quiet, honestly, but I guess I was just hard to deal with. You know, with the Force and all that.”

“I can’t imagine having to deal with the Force as a child. It must’ve been insane.”

“It was okay. Didn’t help that my dad didn’t really understand it, but there were worse things, I’m sure.” He took another sip of his tea, more like a swig actually, and Rey had a feeling he was wishing for something stronger. “But you know, it’s not like I’m totally messed up or anything now so surely I was fine.”

The statement made Rey laugh despite how she tried to stop herself. “We’re… both messed up in our own right. Don’t be so hard on yourself, Ben.”

He nodded, ducking his head, but Rey could see the slight smile on his lips. “Right.”

She hummed and took another sip of her tea, enjoying the comfortable silence surrounding them. It had been like this for the days they’d been on Naboo. They were at ease with each other, unlike the last time they saw each other in person. Sure, their bond had given them time together, but it was different. Rey didn’t like the abrupt entrances, and, even more, she didn’t like it when he left.

Together they’d explored most the estate, from the dining room to the furthest point in the garden, but Rey found herself enjoying the lounge more than anything. That was where they ended up most nights, his head on her lap in front of the fire as they just sat and existed in the blank canvas of the world. There they weren’t the last Jedi and the Supreme Leader. There they were just two people who realized that they never wanted to be apart again.

“The stars sure are beautiful tonight,” Ben said next to her, eyes on the sky and the expansive terrain of the galaxy just in front of them. It was there they both had to be somebody, thrust into duties of conflicting interests. “I can imagine that’s why my grandmother loved it here so much.”

Rey glanced over at him. “Grandmother?”

“She owned this estate many years ago, practically considered a deity on this planet, actually.”

“Padmé Amidala.” She’d seen the portraits of the woman in the hall but hadn’t made the connection to Ben at all. Of course…

He nodded. “My grandparents fell in love here. Nobody really knows that except for me and some of the older staff here. Her association with Anakin Skywalker was a fairly well-kept secret, and after a while it didn’t even matter.”

“How did she die?”

“My grandfather killed her.” It sounded almost nonchalant, but not quite. Rey fell completely silent at the words, not daring to look over at him. “It was after… he turned. It’s not a fun story, so I’ll spare you the details.”

So that was the story behind it all. That was why Ben walked around here like he was in a daze, why his eyes lingered on the simplest of things, why he seemed at peace even in the turmoil going on around them.

In an effort to break the silence stretching on, Rey spoke. “Sometimes on Jakku I’d sit out a night and stare at the sky and just wonder if there was any point in me existing if there was so many other people, so many other places. I didn’t understand then.”

He looked over at her, hand pressed into the stone of the balcony. It was during times like these that she noticed just how young he looked but how tired as well. The man had seen things no one his age should have, no one any age should have, but yet he was here, and he was beautiful and strong, and he was going to show anyone who ever doubted him.

“Do you now?”

She nodded once. “I think I do, better at least. I’ve never really had a purpose outside of scavenging. I’m not some Jedi hero or some Resistance princess. I’m not this ethereal being that everyone seems to have an image of, but at least I do have an image now. I have a purpose now.”

“You do. We all have purposes. It just takes some people longer to find theirs. Life isn’t clear cut and simple. It sometimes take some messing with to get right.”

Rey took her mug into her hand and lifted it to her lips to take a sip before setting it down. “Indeed, Ben, I think you’re right.”

“When am I not?”

She reached across and shoved him lightly, something he could’ve easily stopped if he wanted to. “Shut your damn mouth.”

Eyes narrowed, Ben leaned toward her, a smirk playing on his lips. Rey loved when he got like this, when he dropped his serious persona and just let himself fall victim to childish games. It was a refreshing glimpse of who he was before maybe after this war hardened him, after Snoke got to him. “Make me.”

“I would, but we both know that would never work, so I don’t see the point in trying. Do you?”

“You might want to rethink your technique.”

Gods, he was so close now. Rey couldn’t hide the heat rising to her cheeks at his face mere inches from hers. She couldn’t stop herself from looking him up and down and letting her eyes settle on his lips. Those lips. There weren’t many nights she didn’t think of them now, doing things that she could never voice aloud.

Rey opened her mouth to try and speak, but her voice caught in her throat. Ben fell silent as well, breathing even halting as his eyes bore into hers. Usually she was able to read them, tell what he was thinking and feeling immediately, but there was nothing but one strange look.

It was like they were stuck in time and space, the universe gluing them to their place. Rey couldn’t find it in herself to move away, naturally gravitating forward. Her lip quivered as fear pierced her heart, the thought of rejection once more as she finally allowed herself to grow close again.

Except that feeling never came, not even as their lips met for the very first time.

Rey couldn’t recall who initiated it, but in hindsight it didn’t really matter. The only thing that was important now was the way his lips felt against her, how soft and pliant they were. It was painstakingly slow but time seemed to speed up all the same. Somehow, somewhere, this would’ve been more simple, wouldn’t have had to have an entire galaxy tearing them apart.

“Ben,” she whispered after a moment, pulling away just barely to the point their noses brushed.

Even if Rey had just barely pulled away, Ben completely straightened up. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Ben—”

“No, don’t say anything. I know you don’t feel for me in that way. You don’t have to confirm what I already know to be true.”

This man. Without giving him a chance to say another word, Rey grabbed him by the jaw and pulled him down to kiss her this time. It was sloppy, rough, unpracticed, but it was worth it to feel him again, feel the perfection of his lips on hers.

It wasn’t long before he pulled away again, breathing heavily as he stared at her. Rey could feel the blush crawling to her cheeks, but the lighting was dim enough that she doubted he could see even if he tried. “Are you okay?”

“Honestly? No.” Ben let out a loose breath before turning to her. “Will you do that again?”

“So romantic,” she muttered under her breath right before their lips met again.

This time he didn’t pull away. It was an unfamiliar sensation, but his lips slotted so perfectly with hers somehow, and Rey found herself never ever wanting to let go of him again. “Gods help me,” she mumbled against him.

Ben choked sat his hand down to keep himself from falling—right on Rey’s tea. Even as the mug fell to the ground and shattered, Ben’s swearing breaking the silence between them, Rey could feel it:

Peace.

The feeling didn’t escape her as Ben wiped the hot tea off his hand or they found their way into the lounge they’d taken a particular liking to. It didn’t escape her as he pressed her into the chaise and felt the warmth of his body against hers. It didn’t escape her as Ben found his way into her side, allowing Rey to hold him until the sun rose again.

For now, it was just them and Naboo, the stars and the galaxy. A war—physical and mental—temporarily forgotten for the utter transcendence of peace.

#reylo #reylo fic

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