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tipsydipsydo · 3 years

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Pairing: tall! & sub! Reader x dom! OT7 BTS

Gender of the Reader: male

Word Count: 2.3k

Rating: 18+

Genre: Smut/PwP

Warnings: Dirty Language + Dirty Talk; Dom-/Sub-Dynamics; accidental overhearing of a phone call, Mentions of Exhibitionism & Voyeurism; Mentions of Sex Toys & Masturbation; slightly mentioned Double Penetration; mentions of Anal play; Praising; Petnames; some Degradation; Daddy-Kink; Teasing; slight Edging; the boys are teasing the poor reader to Death

A/N: Well- that was a quick writing. Instead of studying I decided to write this funny request and to use my procrastination in a better way than scrolling stressed through TikTok. I hope y’all like it!!

Status: unedited bc I am lazy and should study.

Request: i want to request a drabble/one shot: sub taller male reader and his seven boyfriends in which he confidently talks naughty things with his friend on phone but when he realized his bf are watching, he became crazily shy because he is just a big cute boy, then his bf decided they want to test those ‘words’ he has said, poor boy =))

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After too many and super busy weeks full of work, you’ve finally managed to find a free afternoon in your schedule where your best friend and you have enough time for a nice, long telephone call on the couch. You are already over one and a half hour on the phone, exchanging the newest stuff that happened in your life with each other and joking around. Slowly your conversation turns their focus to your more private life and your bestie asks you about your polyamorous relationship with your boyfriends. At first just normal things like, how’s it going in general, how you all manage the relationship with all the different time schedules, how often it comes to fights and how you deal with that etc. Just normal stuff and the ‘typical’ questions you’re already used to, when people realize that you’re not in a monogamous relationship.

Your best friend and you grew up together. You met each other in elementary school, went through the curses of puberty as an inseparable team and even survived middle and high school thanks to the other one. Already in your teens, where both of you made your first experiences and got into your first relationships, your best friend had a guess that you’re not as straight as you want him to believe. No, they even assumed that you’re maybe not made for the typical monogamous relationship which the society preach every fucking day.

Well, turns out that your best friend really knew you better than you did yourself back then but honestly, nowadays you’re thankful for their suggestions and that they gave you the save space you needed to dare to make new experiences in those directions.

Nevertheless, they were still more than surprised when you introduced him to not only two or three boyfriends, no that you brought seven (!) other men to their birthday party two years ago. At first they were a little worried if you didn’t overload yourself with such a complex relationship dynamic and that it’ll turn out as a serious burden and not an enrichment for your life. Turns out, now it was their turn to make a false assumption about what’s the best for you and theu were more than happy to admit that everything turned out just fine. It truly makes their heart swell to hear the happiness in your voice through the phone everything you mention something about the boys.

Quickly your phone call turn into an even more private talk and dedicate itself to the really interesting stuff. You’re sharing every detail in your life with another, so why should it stop when it comes to sex talk? You have absolutely no problem and any shame to talk freely with your best friend about your kinks and dirty thoughts. Sometimes you even think that you’re better informed about each other’s preferences better than your actual partner(s) are.

“I think, I already told you that idea more than once... that I have a thing for exhibitionism and the thought of getting catched doing something ‘forbitten’ or ‘dirty’, right? Uhm... TMI but I don’t give a shit, whenever I am alone at home because they’re busy and we can’t meet for some days... I mastubate with some of the toys they’ve bought for me and imagine that they catch me. You know, when we have sessions with Dom and Sub Dynamics, they’re only temporarily and usually we go back to normal in the moment when the scene is over... that means, when I am alone and horny, I can do whatever I want to. I can jack off or fuck myself as much I desire and they wouldn’t say anything about it. It’s not like, I don’t appreciate my personal freedom when it comes to masturbation or that I want something completely different, no! We both already talked about that too, I don’t like the idea of Total Power Exchange, I prefer to be an independent person as soon as I walk out of the bedroom- okay, not only bedroom, we have sex in other places than the bedroom too- ANYWAY, what I wanted to say with that: ...”, you mutter and take a deep breath into your lungs.

After holding such a long monologue your mouth dried up terribly and now you need quickly something to drink. You get up from the couch and walk over to the kitchen island to pour some soda into a glass. A satisfied hum leaves your throat after you took some gulps of your favourite sparkling sugar bomb.

The whole time, where you moved around in the eat-in kitchen of the apartment, you are not that alone anymore as you thought you’d be, especially right in this moment. Namjoon, Hoseok and a boyish smirking Jimin joined you around ten minutes ago, leaning casually against the wall next to the door of the room and listen very interested to the conversation you have with your friend right now. They didn’t mean to overhear your private talk, they just wanted to know what kind of take-out food you’d prefer for tonight.

Unfortunately your conversation turned out to be very, very interesting for them, so they decided to give you some more time to talk with your best friend about the sexual fantasies you have which they don’t know about... well, until now.

Hoseok texted the other boys in the group chat to join them in the living room as well, they need to hear those very important information too!

Poor you, completely oblivious and naïve to what’s happening in this moment, not getting any kind of hint that not only your best friend would get those significant informations...

“...-what I actually wanted to say with that: I prefer to be independent in relation to all other non-sexual life-responsibilities. Well, that doesn’t mean we couldn’t increase the Erotic Power Exchange, right? To be very honest, I can’t get the fantasy of them taking my sextoys away and to forbid me to touch myself without their permission out of my head. I love to be their good boy and to get praises, I really do... but there is this thrill to be break the instructed rules, getting caught while doing it and getting punished for it. I want... I want to get called bad, filthy and dirty names, I want to be a disobedient, greedy and insatiable slut for them. I want to get spanked, edged and overstimulated, I want to get fucked into the mattress so bad, up to the point where I can’t get a single clear thought together and my brain turned to mush... I want to get used, ruined and wrecked by their cocks, getting my holes stuffed full with their cum and then plugged up, so nothing can run out anymore- God fuck, I should stop talking like that or I’ll get a serious problem! Well... sorry for so much detailed TMI, you know that this shit always happens when you tell me to stop overthinking and encourage me to spill everything that comes to my mind. Now you got every filthy detail you’ve asked for, you’re welcome.”, you joke sarcastically and facepalm yourself. You can’t believe how incredibly blunt and shameless you just threw your latest sex fantasy in every fucking detail at your poor best friend.

Usually you’re more than shy to talk about such things, in your understanding the magic for your shameless mouth towards your best friend has to reside in the deep thrust you have in him and simply the knowledge that your relationship is platonic. It’s not like that you couldn’t trust your boyfriends wholeheartedly, god no! You know, that they would never kinkshame you for anything,

it’s just... after sharing those thoughts it would result something out of it. You don’t want that they think you’re a weirdo or that they only do specific things because they know it would turn you on.

The other one just snorts in amusement when you voice this slight helpless apology, they can imagine the significant blush which has settled down on your cheeks.

“Hey buddy, don’t apologize for that. There is nothing to apologizing for, I am way too curious for my own good as well and I need to make sure that you’re happy in your relationship, especially when it comes to the point if they are able to fulfill your sexual desires. I need to know that, believe me. Okay, there’s one thing... I knew you were submissive, my dude. But I didn’t expect that you’d be such a masochistic hoe and that you’d have such a thing for degradation, Jesus! Nevermind, more important: did you talked with them about that fantasy? Would they be down for this idea and would they like to be more in charge? Please do not tell me that you’re too shy to talk with them about it, not again! I tell you this every goddamn time, communication is key!”, your best friend says to you in a serious tone.

Here you go again, getting scolded by your friend all over again. He is right, you know that... y’all already talked about ‘how to deal with certain kinks some of them or you have but the others aren’t into and how to not make them feel bad or insecure about it’ several times, you tend to overthink everything you have ever said to them all over again. You are always so flustered when seven pairs of eyes are looking at you, waiting for an answer. You are tall, even taller than Namjoon, but under their curious stares you feel always so small, fiddling with your fingers around like a little schoolboy. You love that about them, putting you into such a submissive place just with their aura and charisma and giving you the feeling as if they overtower you physically too.

“I can absolutely agree with Y/BF/N, communication is key. Why didn’t you told us those nasty fantasies you have in your cute head up here, right away? Too shy again? Do we really need to call your best friend the next time to get some hints to your secret kinks, Babyboy?”, Taehyung rasps into your earshell and wraps his arms around you. He chuckles slightly as you squeak high-pitched in surprise.

An equal surprised yelp of your best friend comes out of the speaker of your phone which takes Yoongi out of your hand and excuse you with the apology that ‘they need to have an important talk with you now and that you have to hang up unfortunately’.

The display of your phone turns dark and Yoongi puts it on the surface of the kitchen island before he flashes you a dirty smile. That you’re mortified that they caught you spilling all those filthy fantasies to your best friend is the understatement of the century. Never and you mean never did you hoped so bad that the floor opens up and swallows you whole, saving you from this embarrassing misery. But Yoongi give you much time to drown in shame, coming up to you and connect your lips to a rough kiss.

“God, I love it when our so sweet and shy Baby has such nasty and indecent fantasies in his head... why don’t you tell us these ideas in every single filthy detail once again? I think we could turn the information into some very good use, big boy~”, whispers the smaller one with blown-out eyes against your lips.

“...or would you prefer that we call you a needy cumslut, hm? The things I’ve heard give me the assumption that you want to get fucked stupid and pumped full with cum as if you are our personal playtoy?”, growls Jungkook and grabs himself a handful of your right asscheek, kneading it with a firm grip in his big palm.

“Come on, big boy, admit that you want exactly the things Jungkook just said... I can feel how fucking hard you just got from his words... already so hard and swollen against my palm even though we barely touched you. You’re truly such a pathetic, needy slut... I bet you’d already cum in your pants if we just tease you enough... Am I right?”, chuckles Namjoon in his deep, arousal soaked timbre against your neck, nibbling at the sensitive spot of your Adam’s apple.

“...what about we change our location to the bedroom and talk about the things you’ve said to Y/BF/N? Maybe we could try some of your newest kinks out? Would you like the thought of us watching you from the couch while you prepare your needy asshole for us? Showing us how you stuff you clenching rim with a girthy dildo? Wearing a cockring so you couldn’t cum without our permission? Prepping yourself all messy, whining for our finger, tongues and dicks in your ass like the greedy slut you are? Yeah, you’d love that thought.”, Seokjin teases you mercilessly, rolling your sensitive balls in his palm, just how you like it. “Y-Yes, Daddies... I’d love to be a greedy cumslut for you... please turn me into one!”, you wisper.

@cys-mental-escapades; @bangtanloverboys; @btsxmalereaders

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sugasugawarau · 3 years

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Synopsis: You knew that Kageyama Tobio was not your soulmate - and that was why you could not help but succumb to the waves that lulled you away from the shores of fate + semi inspired by Eyes Blue like the Atlantic by sistaprod ft. Subvrbs. Also part of @yacoka‘s collab <3 (2.4k words)

Warnings/notes: Some angst near the end, soulmate red string au, gender neutral reader. No beta we die like Rex Lapis so if I ever feel like it this may be edited at some point asdahdhj idk LMAO

— Prologue

There are as many reasons to fall in love with Kageyama Tobio as there are fractals made by the ocean’s breath as the world inhales and exhales, flourishes and wilts, conquers and surrenders. It would not even be a hyperbole to say that in number, they remain unrivalled to the plethora of stars that stain the waves with their reflection and run deeper than the scars of lightyears that paint lines from Cassiopeia to Aquila.

After all, he is the darkest hue of navy blue.

Determination that moves in an orchestra of thundering waves, brandishing on its crest an admirable recklessness, heeding not for the need to call upon courage or confidence; polished instinct that endued one with the same awestruck feeling when facing the beautifully suffocating obscurity of their life in this world, a mixture of raw fear and the need to impart a piece of their soul in everything they do despite how fragile the skin shielding their heart is.

But the best part of loving Kageyama was that you were not - or will ever become - destined to be.

— Shoreline

Red.

It was a word that was always thrown about in conversations, the fuel to the catastrophes that were high school gossip chains, and the colour that held the mangled passion of the string of fate. Garishly predestined and easily tangled by unnecessary complications of jealousy and confusion, it is needless to say that you hated red with more passion than the love it emptily promises with a title as shallow as soulmates.

That was not to say you despised love. There was nothing wrong with love itself, a fact which you had decided firmly since the spry age of four years old. What was wrong was its combination with soulmates: a rigid formula, nothing like the walks with your grandmother on the bright summer roads littered with flowers as her calloused palm gently guided you, or the laughter you shared with your friends after a long run in the rain, hugging each other goodbye at the end of the day despite the muddy battle scars covering your arms and legs from falling countless times.

Your mind could have kept you engaged in your internal debate for longer if you were left to your own devices, but an awkward cough and the sound of a desk shifting towards your right brought you out of your reverie, bringing your drifting thoughts back to the classroom surrounding you.

Perhaps your look of confusion came off as hostile, for the dark-haired boy now sitting next to you looked at you with a slight glare that felt forced, an automatic effort to defend himself.

His tone of voice only confirmed your unconsciously off-putting expression as he gruffly stated, “Group project.” to explain his sudden presence.

“Oh. What’s the topic on?”

An awkward silence had ensued while you tried to calmly collect yourself by gathering a handful of pens from your pencil case after being caught in your heinous crime of not paying attention to your English teacher.

“You don’t know?” Came his reply, causing you to occupy yourself by finding extreme interest in a lime green highlighter you did not have any recollection of ever buying.

“Well, I clearly wasn’t paying attention.”

“You… weren’t?” The slight intonation in his tone was a stark contrast to your initial impression of him and caused you to look up at him, almost letting out an amused snort at his befuddled frown to which he furrowed his brows and shot a challenging “What?” in return. Realizing that he was genuine in believing that you were deep in thought over the lesson, a burst of laughter blossomed past your lips, attracting a few odd looks from your nearby peers and an abashed glare from him.

You paused to take a breath, a repetition of sorries stumbling their way out to appease the onslaught of nagging you thought would follow shortly. Instead, all the boy muttered was a simple, “You’re weird.”

“Sure, but that’s beside the point - were you paying any attention?”

“No.”

Seeing your face contorted to stop yet another bout of laughter to roam its way into the world as a result of his bluntness, he shot out of his seat and announced that he would go ask the teacher, unable to hide his puzzlement as he walked away. He would come to regret this decision when the teacher began to lecture him, earning more heads to turn his way as she scolded him before sending him off dismissively with a sticky note that you assumed had your now long-awaited topic.

Before you could thank him for enduring what could only be one of the worst things to experience as a high school student, he wordlessly handed the piece of paper to you and sat down.

“Kageyama, right? With this project, you’ll have me to thank for the A we’ll get,” you promised confidently, to which he responded with a halfhearted “Good luck.”

If he had been a close friend, you would have taken the small textbook on his desk and gently hit his head at his evident lack of belief in his capabilities, but settled for a clipped sigh instead. After all, you did not want to further contribute to the premature wrinkles Kageyama was making himself prone to with all of the brow-furrowing he did.

This is going to be one long month.

— Largo

Like how the ocean reluctantly caresses the sleeping shore as it wakes from its slumber during low tide, your lives slowly flowed together.

During the first week of your group project with him, he would greet you curtly, and on a few occasions, you would have short conversations about the outline of your book review.

And this singular week was enough to show that there was some (okay, maybe a lot) of backing behind the teacher’s warning about Kageyama’s dismal grade.

While you flipped through A Midsummer Night’s Dream, you would catch the all-too-familiar confusion on his face - it was written on his features so blatantly that it was almost comical, as if taken straight out of a shonen manga.

“You know if you’re stuck you can ask me for help.”

A slight scowl greeted you over the hedge of pages he had been burying himself in, followed by a biting, “Who said I need help?”

You could only roll your eyes in return.

“Please drop the prideful act. You've been glazing over the same page for about twenty minutes now."

After a few seconds of grumbling did he finally comply, and with your explanations, his bookmark was now comfortably sandwiched between the double-digit page numbers right as the bell rang. You hummed in satisfaction before returning your desk to your original spot, expecting him to rush out along with everyone else - so to turn around and see him still standing there was a bit of a surprise.

“Did you still need help with the last few lines?” You settled on asking, not really wanting to plague your break with work but offering nonetheless. Thankfully, he shot a look of disdain at the play as he stuffed it away haphazardly in his bag.

“No, I just wanted to,” he trailed off a bit, the tinge of red on his ears an out-of-character detail you decided not to comment on, “to say thanks, I guess.”

You smiled softly at the unexpected gesture of appreciation before giving him a teasing nudge which he stiffened slightly at.

“Well, I can’t have you bringing down my mark now can I?”

“Nevermind, I take it back.”

“Too bad, I have those words of gratitude stored nicely in my hippocampus already.”

From there, tutoring sessions with Kageyama became the norm, with you sometimes asking about his volleyball team after he had let slip that you were a better teacher than Tsukishima (something you would be sure to smugly share if you ever met the infamous middle blocker).

By the end of the month, all of the hard work - and a couple of all-nighters due to procrastination - brought forth an A as you had promised.

Even your relentless teasing, varying between “I told you so!” to “You owe me at least three meat buns now” which were all met with an annoyed “Shut up”was not enough to dim the smile he tried to hide.

— High tide

With the force of nature, the tide rose without warning; from goodnight texts to confessing to the first “I love you” uttered shyly between shameless souls, neither of you was sure where things began, but found comfort in such liberating chaos.

In times where he needed to be held, you were there, and the insecurities you would hide, he would turn beautiful. And today happened to be a day for both as you stared absentmindedly at his bedroom ceiling.

“Hey Tobio, what’s your take on soulmates?”

“We’ve been together for almost a year now, what do you think?” he put his phone down and turned towards you, “I could care less about soulmates or whatever else is worrying you enough to make your overthinking go into overdrive.”

“Rude, have some respect, it’s my profession after all,” you shoved him playfully as he snorted in reply, “It’s just... If your string ever appeared, wouldn't you rather-”

“Listen Y/n, did you know that I’m scared of dying but I’m even more terrified of the thought of living without you? I could never and don’t ever want to replace you. People can talk all they want, if I could find a love like ours without something as stupid as a piece of string then I don’t need a soulmate.”

“Really?”

With a flick to your forehead, he huffed in fake exasperation. “Really.”

“Huh, who knew you could be so romantic.”

“It's not romantic, I'm just being honest, idiot.”

“You sure could make do with some more lessons on manners and social tact. It's too bad you can't pick up on those as well as volleyball drills.”

Before he could retaliate, you enveloped him in a familiar embrace, burrowing your face into the large hoodie he donned.

It was effortless, his company.

— Ebbing away

But it wasn’t all romantic.

You fiddled with your phone as you waited for any sign that Kageyama had seen your messages, the pack of meat buns you had bought on a whim no longer letting off their fragrant steam. You knew he had an important match coming up against Seijoh, that he had to prove himself, that he lives hungrily and foolishly like no other. But his missing presence went beyond volleyball practice, keeping his distance from you even when he was right by your side.

Why am I stuck reminiscing about the past when we still have each other?

Why does every step I take towards him feel as if I’m only drawing myself farther away from him?

A carousel of rhetorical questions spun around your head as you stopped your slow pace towards Karasuno. You were not blind; you knew the rumours and dirty looks from your classmates were not something anyone could be immune to, that he tried his best to spend less time around you at school. The only conclusion you could reach was that he was ashamed: either of you, or the fact that he had begun to see his red string and could not bring himself to face you.

Ignoring the urge to let yourself cry, you glanced down at your phone once more, 8:30PM flashed across your eyes, followed by your empty notifications. There was no way he’d still be practicing at the school now and even if he was, you doubted he would be happy to see you. Maybe - no, definitely - it would be better to head home, and maybe stop by the convenience store you had bought the now misshapen meat buns from to get some tea and call it a night.

If only fate did not reciprocate your hatred towards it.

Stepping into the small store, the first person you are greeted with is none other than Kageyama Tobio. The whole situation was like a fever dream, and you would do anything to be able to let out a laugh and have him call you weird all over again. But all you could bring yourself to do was blearily stare at him.

He turned around quickly, as if not wanting to be caught before ushering you outside. “Y/n? Why are you here?” he hissed, a stiffness that he had recently adopted to his body language that you were now all too familiar with.

“What? Am I not allowed to go into any and all convenience stores I please?” You challenged, a part of you waiting for him to care enough to see how tired you were, to actually look you in the eyes for the first time in weeks.

He did not, opting to turn his head towards the door again.

“It’s not that, it’s just-”

“Just what? Tobio, what is up with you lately?” A pause ensued, broken by a small hiccup as your eyes dampened - God, how much more pathetic could you get than crying in front of some dingy convenience store - “Do you even love me anymore?”

How odd. You thought that by finally uttering the final question that had been dancing around your mind free to the world, you would feel better. That he would reassure you, as he always had.

Not that he would at last meet your gaze, grabbing your hand to look at the red string wrapped around your ring finger.

The taste of tears and Kageyama’s eyes as blue as the Atlantic all felt miles away from you as an orange-haired boy stepped out of the store, his mouth dropping into an o-shape when he saw that his string led to you, a disheveled mess arguing with his teammate.

“Kageyama…You knew? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I didn’t want to face the reality of it all. Because I was afraid of losing you.”

“But I wouldn’t leave you-”

“I know you wouldn’t but you should!” Kageyama’s furrowed brows, once a quirk of his that you were fond of, now elicited a sick turmoil in your stomach, “You have to. Please.”

You wanted to yell at him, let the blood pour out of any and all raw words of anger and hurt.

Who was he to decide what was good for you, to throw you at some boy you never met before, to give up?

Then again, you could never say you would not have done the same for him if you knew he had found his soulmate despite the sweet words he had told you so long ago.

So you let yourself go. For his sake.

#kageyama x reader #kageyama tobio x reader #kageyama x y/n #kageyama x you #haikyuu x reader

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floof-reppu · 4 years

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Winner Takes it All (Camie Edition)

This is my part of the BNHArem server collab! I’m sure none of you are surprised that I wrote for Camie, although I am surprised that I ended up being the only one who wrote for a girl! I ended up procrastinating a lot on this fic but I’m proud of it nonetheless! Gotta give my girl some justice, fam.

Full Masterlist of Characters!

Word Count: 2.2k

“I won?”

Camie Utsushimi stared at the screen in front of her, holding her controller in one hand while the other had let go to point at the screen. “I can’t believe I actually won!”

She only wanted to enter for a bit of fun. It was a weekend night, after all, and she had absolutely nothing better to do with her time… well, other than sleep. She was usually seen on the streets as the pro hero Maboromicamie, but she didn’t mind that the media was going to know that she entered a contest just to get a stranger to sit on her face.

“Congratulations!” The announcer recited Camie’s chosen anonymous username. By this time, Camie was already standing up, posing for pictures and the like as she started walking over to retrieve the key to the hotel room. When one finger had been placed on the key, the screen had changed over to a picture of the girl she was going to be intimate with… Y/N.

I’m totes excited to see her in person. She’s so hot… I can’t wait to eat her up.

“The Maboromicamie won? I would have never guessed!”

“I can see it for sure. She seems like the type to be into girls like Y/N.”

“I wonder why she entered, though?”

They don’t need to know that, she thought.

Tonight was going to be a lot of fun.

You had been watching the stream for a few hours, watching each name carefully and seeing exactly which username was in which spot of the game. You honestly didn’t have a specific preference for men or women, but you really did wonder who the faces were behind all of the usernames cycling through.

After what seemed like forever, however, the television in front of you displayed the username of the winner. It was mostly just a string of random characters, so you didn’t really have a clue as to whom this mysterious winner was. As soon as you heard the buzz of your phone, you looked at the text message you received from the lovely host.

They are coming up to your room now.

Internally, you panicked. The anonymity of the entire situation was starting to get to your nerves, but you had to keep a brave face on for whoever the person was, boy or girl. All you knew was that tonight, you were going to get up close and personal with the winner.

As soon as you heard the doorknob click, your head turned to see who exactly it could be. The door opened fully to reveal an attractive woman wearing a crop top sweater with a pair of high waisted jeans in two inch heels. Her fawn colored hair reached just below her shoulders, and she possessed the most full, plump lips that you had ever seen in person. Was this supposed to be her?

“I hope this is the right room. It would be a total bummer if I accidentally ended up in the wrong place.” Closing the door behind her, the woman turned around and locked it, having finally locked eyes with you. “Bingo. Looks like I am in the right spot.”

You recognize her immediately as Maboromicamie, the pro hero who could create visual and auditory illusions with her breath. She’s the one who won? There’s no way...

“Are you here for the-”

“Yeah, I won that game. You know, you’re just as hot in person as you are on the big screen.” Her eyes lit up when she spoke, approaching you on the bed as she continued. “It would be totes rude of me to not introduce myself properly, sooo… you probably know me by my hero name, but cause we’re gonna be doin’ the nasty in a bit, my real name is Camie Utsushimi!”

You raised an eyebrow at her questionably when she sat down beside you, kicking off her heels and laying back on the bed. There was just something about her that made you want to get to know her more, whether it was her utterly carefree attitude or the way she was… playing on her phone? Was she really blowing you off like this?

“What are you doing?”

Camie looked up from her phone for just a second before returning her attention back to the screen.

“Gotta let my fam know I won in case I’m not back at my apartment tonight, ya feel?” The lingo and slang was making it pretty hard for you to understand exactly what she was saying, but you knew that she was texting someone. This was not how you expected this to go. She seemed completely uninterested in you in every way, as if she only won just for the hell of it and not because she actually wanted you to sit on her face. “Gimme a sec.”

Before you could even turn around to fully face her, a single hand was placed on your cheek, your lips captured in an affectionate kiss. You weren’t prepared for Camie to come onto you so soon, yet alone at all. She had her phone placed aside in a matter of milliseconds after she spoke, her other hand reaching to grab tufts of your hair and her teeth lightly tugging at your bottom lip. This girl clearly knew what she was doing.

You couldn’t just let her affections go unnoticed though, so you pushed her back into the mattress and took charge. Your right hand went to grab her clothed breast, your left hand trailing down her waist and stopping right at her ass. If this woman- Camie Utsushimi- wanted you to sit on her face and leave without your own bit of fun, she was sorely mistaken. Knowing that you were going to be both pleasuring and getting pleasured by one of the most attractive women you’ve ever come face-to-face with made your mind go in all different directions, but one thing was for certain: you wanted the room to be filled with only the combined noises the two of you would be making.

Separating from each other, a thin trail of saliva still kept you connected to her lips.

“Betcha didn’t expect that one, did you?” Camie grinned, licking her lips and breaking the string that kept you together. She kept her hand planted on your cheek as she moved her head over to whisper seductively in your ear, something that seemed so characteristic of her, “I’m eager to start, if you couldn’t tell.”

“I’m glad you feel the same way that I do.” Your hands slid under her sweater, pulling it up and over her head and tossing it to the side. Clearly her sweater was hiding how well-endowed Camie was, as her breasts were something to marvel at. Her black, lacy bra was holding them in place, but not for long, Instead of going straight for her bra, however, you chose to unbutton and unzip her jeans, pulling them down to reveal a matching set of underwear.

From the way that she huffed, Camie was a bit irritated at how slow you seemed to be going, at least for her liking. Was she really that excited about this?

“Well? Aren’t you gonna like… take the rest of my clothes off?”

“As far as I remember, the only thing that I’m supposed to be doing is sitting on your face, so I don’t even know why I’m taking off your clothes.” Her lips were pursed now, clearly unamused by your statement. Good. You wanted her to get riled up, mad even, to the point that she couldn’t take it anymore.

“As the winner of that little game, I think that you’re the one supposed to be listening to me, yeah?” Camie gripped at the oversized shirt you were wearing, pulling you back down into another kiss while simultaneously pulling it over your head. This was exactly what you wanted her to do; you didn’t want to be the one to undress yourself, after all. As soon as your naked form was finally exposed to the chilly air in the room, she pushed you away and had your back against the mattress.

“I don’t know if you’re supposed to be-”

“I don’t care if this isn’t want I’m supposed to be doing. Did you really expect me to control myself around you? You’re such a delicious woman, and I’d hate to not have a taste of all of you.”

Camie’s mouth latched on to one of your nipples, sucking the bud and running her tongue over the tip. Involuntarily, a moan sat at the back of your throat. A small bite from her end was all it took for you to finally relax and release it, although it only lasted for a second. The expression on her face changed drastically, showing her enthusiasm after her accomplishment of making you moan.

Then you felt it.

Her hand had been creeping its way down your side the entire time and you had just now noticed, her hand slipping down to rub your clit. Was she going to make you orgasm before you had even sat on her face? You were utterly helpless in this scenario, Camie having full control over you and your emotions.

“You know what? I’ll do you dirty just like you did me,” Not even a minute after touching your most sensitive parts, she backed away. “I tried my best just for you to sit on my face, and we still haven’t done that yet… so you’re gonna come here, sit on my face, and we go from there, m’kay?”

You nodded, not really able to argue with that. After all, she was technically your priority since she was the one who won the tournament in the first place. The company would not be happy if they got a complaint from her later. When she finally laid back on the bed, you positioned yourself over her face, juices from earlier teasing dripping out of you.

To Camie Utsushimi, you looked like an entire meal, and she was ready to eat you up.

“Just as you won and requested… one order of face-sitting goodness coming right up.”

As soon as you began lowering yourself, she had already met you halfway, tongue gliding over your labia and stopping right at your clit, collecting your juices and swallowing them. You visibly shook, the sensation feeling absolutely amazing; she definitely knew how to use her tongue. Before you knew it, she pushed your thighs away from one another and spread your legs apart as far as she could before delving straight into your pussy. Each time she moved her mouth, her nose would graze over your clit, causing extra stimulation.

You couldn’t quit making noise. Moaning, small screams, and yelps continually poured out of your mouth and into the open room. Giving Camie no attention probably wasn’t giving her any pleasure, and since you figured that she deserved to come as well, you bent over and pulled the fabric of her soaked panties down her legs enough so that her womanhood was on full display. Your index finger rubbed at her clit as she continued to pleasure you, but now she was moaning into your walls.

You never thought in a million years that you would find pleasure from letting a complete stranger eat you out, but yet here you were, coming completely undone at the seams. You were extremely close to breaking. Usually it was never this quick. But this was Camie Utsushimi- Maboromicamie- you were talking about, someone that you yourself found extremely attractive, even before today.

That's when your overwhelming desire for her to orgasm at the same time as you took over your senses, and your hands were now lifting up Camie’s ass in order to position her entrance in the best position you could manage to get her in. Your tongue delved deep into her pussy, tasting her most intimate parts as you gripped on to her for dear life.

To you, this was truly what bliss should feel like.

Just a few more seconds and you would be utterly broken.

At least, that’s what you said right before releasing your grip and gasping, grabbing instead for the bed sheets. Your fresh juices flew out of you like a waterfall, hitting your partner’s lips instantly. In no time flat she slurped it all up, down to the last drop. It wasn't long before Camie herself came as well, but you had no energy to return the favor.

You couldn’t hold yourself up anymore, so you hopped off of Camie and laid beside her, breathing heavily.

“I-I had no idea someone like you could be so amazing at… this.” You stated, still trying to catch your breath.

“You’d be surprised…” She smiled, laughing a little. “I had a ton of fun with you… so I don’t think I’d mind doing this again with you, Y/N. You were totes amazing too.”

The two of you laid in silence for a few more seconds before Camie spoke up again.

“Wouldn’t mind giving me your number, would you? It’d be great if you did.”

“Well, since I’m technically done for the day… I’d love to give you my number. Tomorrow.”

“Oh, so you do want me to stay, huh?”

“I wouldn’t mind. I wouldn’t mind at all.”

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Waking up in the passenger seat of a car, I bring my free, right hand to my face in a sluggish way. I squeeze the warm hand that swallows my petite southpaw. It squeezes back with reassurance and affection. Turning my face from the window to my driver, I smile sleepily while laying my head back on the seat. I gaze at him while the sun is nearly set on his opposite side. There is a blend of oranges and pinks covering the ceilings of the outside. Puffs of purple clouds dotted the skies. The sun was hardly peaking out, but just enough to slightly irritate my fresh, awakened eyes; but it highlighted him in every way. As his eyes stayed on the road, I could see the sun shining dark shades of amber and carmel into them. He peeks at the corner of his eyes my way, grinning back at me with a smile that lights up any room he enters. “Mmm, you’re awake finally,” he stated with the slightest excitement in his voice as if he couldn’t get enough of my attention.

“Where are we now?” I asked looking around for signs. Not one single sign. Not even in the near distance of what I can see from the light darkening with the time passing by. I look out the window on the side of me and see boulders and dirt, no not dirt, sand. Arizona, a beautiful state from all directions. There’s beauty in the nature of it, how the deserts dehydrate everything with it’s blazing sun rays. Only having limited sources to test the survival of what lives among its dunes.

“About three hours away from our destination,” he answered as he pretended I knew his plan. He has been so unpredictable these past couple weeks. Never telling me what we’re doing or where we’re, yet I follow his lead trusting him without even thinking twice. Having just left Las Vegas, I look at the positioning of the sun to attempt to reveal what direction we’re heading to. I reminisce in past conversations of ours conversing about the places I’ve never been to. The list is slightly shorter now, but it still has length.

“Grand Canyon,” I blurted out as if I was in a tangent. There was a silence that filled the air as he just smiled, not admitting if I was right or not.

“Am I starting to get predictable?” he questioned.

“Is it always such a bad thing?” I answered with a question of my own.

“I like to keep you on your toes,” finally ending the question game with a real answer.

I smile while looking in his direction. I glance down at our hands intertwined as they always are when we drive together. Being apart for so long will do that to a couple of soulmates. “It’s okay, I’m excited!” feeling pumped about the fact that I’m going to experience another beautiful, rare piece of scenery that nature gas provided for the world to be in awe of.

“That’s good, Baby,” he sounded as there was relief in his voice, “I love it when you’re happy.”

I give his hand a tighter hold. I can’t believe mine is in his, finally. We’ve waited and suffered for such a long time without each other. Two people can only be without one another for so long until they can struggle no more to fight the gravitational pull that brings them together. It is forced with emotion and mentality. Finally, being able to feel and release that passion we both have desired so greatly is an unbelievable sensation. I never want to let this go. I never want to let him go. If he could hold me forever, it would mean I was in Heaven.

For a long while, we were with other people, or more like monsters of manipulation and control. Unhappy and withering away we were, not being able to express our true selves. It was as if we were living lives that we thought were fate doomed by our bloodlines and karma. I went through the cycle not once, but twice. I had lost myself nearly completely the second time around. I let normality take over and it dragged onto me until I was completely miserable with what I set myself up with. I didn’t let normality win for the sake of attempting to save myself from the disapproval of society. I did it because, at one time, someone else depended on me. That poor unfortunate boy was cursed to have a mother who’s not nearly worthy to experience his upbringing and growth. Alas, I believe he is much better without me. They all are.

For nearly five years, I stayed imprisoned along with my depression and suicidal thoughts that I was too much of a pussy to go through with. Along with emotional abandonment and mental abuse knocking at the door of my deteriorating mental health, my hate for living grew so much that I walked around as a stoned zombie for months. It was just to quiet the thoughts that could be so loud sometimes that it was as if I couldn’t hear anything else happening around me. Now, I want to hear every thought that pops into my brain. Recently, I have only endured into the sweet essence of THC for pure enjoyment, instead of a numbing mechanism since I abandoned my old life.

After these past couple weeks, I don’t think I would ever want to imagine being without him again. It was such a loveless and traumatic experience to do so. I had believed that the world would always be cold, and that I would be forever frozen in it; he wasn’t going to let that happen. I’m sure he didn’t even hesitate to decide that I was going to be his to save. I’m convinced it was his plan from the first “hello” we shared. Before we physically met, we grew a connection that may be unbreakable. Not even the strongest forces going against it can ruin what we’ve manifested. Day and night, we’d stay in contact in some sort of way. His voice would replace the music coming from my car radio as I would lug myself to work and back to hell. Those days I couldn’t have the pleasure to listen to his sweet words coming from his lips were sometimes the worst. My mind can be at rest knowing that I won’t have to live that way anymore.

It’s like time goes by at hyper-speed when we are together. Having eternity with each other now, yet that just isn’t enough for me. So much time was wasted procrastinating out of fear and guilt. I remember so vividly what our first face-to-face encounter was like as it really wasn’t that long ago. My problems were mine no more once his arms swallowed my body and our lips pursed together naturally and passionately. That feeling when everything horrible that has happened to me ceased to exist. As if I really only started living at that moment, the rest of the time was just merely surviving what agony I’d dealt with.

The sun set and we are still on the road. Las Vegas and the Grand Canyon are only about four hours apart. We are now about twenty minutes away from the destination of our next adventure before going back to Florida. We had been through half the country in such a short time. Missing his only child, we plan to head home after seeing the stars in Arizona over the canyon. A part of me wants to travel forever with this man, but I’m too excited to meet his little one. A person to give my motherly love to, but not having him be forced to only depend on me for that bond a child naturally desires. I already ran away from that once and he already has a mother for that.

The sky slowly popped with stars as the background faded to dark colors. We come to a stop. He puts the car in park, resting his head on the seat, and inhaling real deep. As he was exhaling, he sounded relaxed. He turns his head towards me and shines that sweet smile at me. I love that smile, oh Lord. “Are you ready, Love?” he gently asked me with a calmness in his voice.

“Yes, Dear,” replying with the same calmness in my voice, returning a grin. It’s odd because I always assumed love was like it was supposed to be in the movies. I thought love were hands that tremble and knees that are weak. It was supposed to put butterflies in your stomach. That’s not how I feel at this moment with him. When he looks at me, I feel at peace. It’s like we’re the only ones, like we’ve always been the only ones, on Earth for each other. He’d never hurt me, at least never in a way I wouldn’t take liking to.

We both exit out the vehicle in unison. Meeting at the trunk, we start unpacking the sleeping bags to lay on. I carry one as he carries another to a spot not too far from the car. I look back as the headlights shine on us. It was almost blinding. My eyes had to adjust afterward. He holds my hand the whole way there, I’m guessing in case I lose my footing. He unrolls, unzips, and spreads out the sleeping bag he was carrying. Then, he takes the one I’m holding and does the same on top of the first one. He suddenly turns towards me with an “I forgot something” expression on his face, “I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere.”

“Where would I even-,” I decided not to finish my sentence because he couldn’t hear me anyway. I look at the car, the direction he was walking in. He gets into the trunk and it looks like he grabbed the beer cooler. He comes back and sets the cooler at the edge of the sleeping bag. He sits down close to where I’m standing, on the side of me. I was still not seated with him because I was just in awe at how beautiful the world really can be. I was soaking up all of its glory. It set me into a daze.

All of a sudden, I was pulled to the ground while my head was in the stars. I find myself in his muscular arms once again. He is always so warm, as it is quite chilly in Arizona at night. I feel his body underneath mine as he just holds me with a random playlist in the background from his phone. It’s always those moments that are true bliss. It’s that “let me hold you forever” type moment. I raise my head off his brawny chest and look deep into his eyes with a relaxed smile. “Hi.”

He smiles back at me, “Hey there, how are you?”

“I’m fine now,” I smile far wider than before. It’s true. I’m fine as long as I never have to remember that lifeagain. I will be okay as long as I have him. He makes it all better.

He’s still smiling at me, starstruck by love. “This time I believe you,” he admits to me as I remember a texting conversation we had once. I had told him that I was fine one day, and he asked me to never lie to him. He knew, then, that I would never be all right if we weren’t together and neither would he.

Right now, I feel so safe. Burrowing into his muscular chest, I will never want anyone else. How could I? He’s utter perfection. This massive gentleman stands nearly a foot over me. I’ve always liked my men tall. He is built like a machine with his muscles tightening the sleeves of his shirt. Veins that run down and disappear as they run down his wrists. His clothing tightens at his shoulders and upper back, fitting him snugly. His neck is strong and is partly hiding behind the scruffiness of his dark facial hair. It conceals half of his face with a short beard with a smile in the middle of it. His cheeks are round with a button nose, yet still masculine. Eyes, that are a deep brown, look into my soul through his black framed glasses. Head shaved like a badass, although I’m sure he looks great with hair too.

We admired our surroundings for a considerable amount of time. All of a sudden, we switch positions swiftly. I’m not difficult for him to maneuver by any means. I find this fact to be an advantage for what he is capable of doing to me. Nibbling at my neck to my lips, he kisses me passionately while one hand supports his body and the other is holding me by the hip. Pulling me closer to him, as he is clearly indicating that he wants to become one within me. I sense his excitement teasingly rubbing against me. I then grab his hip and pull him, aggressively, even closer to me. My hand wanders from his hip to his groin while the other is on his back pulling his shirt closer over his head. My hand grazes over scratches I had left on his skin from times before when he has convinced me with his talent to completely lose control. We are both aggressive lovers. Almost like we fight for dominance. Every now and then he lets me win, but not very often. I prefer my man to be stronger than me in all aspects. I wish, now, to taunt the monster within him to be unleashed onto me as I reach for his member from inside his boxers that had yet been removed. I need to let him satisfy my every sexual desire at this very second.

My top was already half missing, as I like to strut in crop tops often, making it easy for anyone to see my midriff and only for him to reach inside to feel my precious bosoms that his hands cup perfectly around. I enjoy the sensation of his fingertips gently caressing my ribs as if he is counting each one over and over. We slowed down to not miss this memory we are creating here under the stars in Arizona by. I gracefully lift my shirt from over my head as I am underneath his kneeling body. He works diligently at unbuttoning my shorts, removing them briskly to get to what will fill his hunger.

His lips lead from my sternum, down my navel with sweet kisses of appreciation. This way he lets me know that he treasures what is truly, and has always really has been, his. I feel his facial hair tickling my waistline as he hesitates for a moment. Then, he moves his sweet, tender kisses to both sides where my hips and my upper thighs lay. Covered in scars from my own destruction, he sees the beauty in every single cut that used to be there. It’s like he removes every horrific thought that led to me taking my lack of controllability out on my body.

He knows that the temptation for me to mutilate my body still exists to some extent. I can’t always be in control and I can’t accept it. Part of this trip was to educate me into having someone else take the lead. This is why I am so oblivious to where we’re going the majority of the time. It wasn’t easy for me at first, but I accepted this challenge to defeat the way I like to inflict pain onto myself. My anxiety has yet to take over yet. My comfortability with him is strange. I’ve never been so easy to take over and put a spell under, but he does me that way and I like it.

I’m completely exposed, not an inch of clothing on my body. With my entire body, naked, for him to explore. He goes right for the gold with his face, nibbling and licking the inside of my lower lips and clitoris. His tongue grazes in between the lips in an upward position towards the most sensitive area. The pleasure surges through my body, making it so hard to stay composed. I push his head into my pelvis and reposition my hips in hoping to get a more intense sensation. Having his hand around my ass to press me into his mouth, and the other hand is working down below. I feel everything ten times more than I ever did as he’s really going at it in so many directions. Finally, deciding to let out a moan out of pure ecstasy. “Mmm, Henry!” Calling out his name as I root for him to go further than what we already have.

He moves his half-way taken off shorts down to his ankles, getting them lost among the bottom of the sleeping bag. Henry, then, matches our pelvic areas to be insync with one another. Taking his left hand to my right thigh, he feels me down and then lifts my leg on to his shoulder. This puts my knee near my head. He is raised up to where we can make eye contact. Usually being uncomfortable with that, but with him I don’t mind. He comes face-to-face, almost close enough to kiss, but not quite. Knowing that he is teasing me by hesitating and ceasing all action except for angling his appendenge just right for me to barely feel it, he waits to see how long I can resist him.

As I can not anticipate waiting anymore, I pull him by his shoulders closer to me. I kiss him hard, and end it with an antagonistic bite of his lip. Then pushing him away and lowering my leg off his shoulder gently while looking at him playfully, he lets me take over. We switch positions once again as if we are dancing. I am now on top of Henry, with only the other sleeping bag covering us. With both of his in mine, I pin them over his head and lean down to kiss him once more. I let go of his hands and slowly felt him all the way down while I descended down to his penis to wrap my mouth around it. I play with the tip with my tongue, shove as much as I can in my mouth, and then back out as a tease. I cup his balls with my hand and deep throat him. I hear him indulging into this moment. He has a handful of my hair clinched in his hands. I put my hand on top of his on my head, pushing it down at a slow pace. my jaws widening to take in all of his masculinity. Struggling to keep hold of it long, I regurgitate it back out.

It is at this time, I come back up to face-to-face with my lover. I have one leg on each side of him with my lady bits resting on his junk. I kiss up his neck while his hand is in mine. Then, I pin up his hand above his head, so I support my weight to reach underneath me. I take a hold of his shaft and strike myself into the portal in between my legs. I gasp in response to the overwhelming sensation of being in one with my soul mate once again. He thrusts upward into me and it makes me arch my back and let out a soft moan. At the same time, I am steadily rocking on his dick. He grabs my petite waist and pushes hard up against me once again and again. We have a synchronized rhythm going. The beat to our song gets faster and I am almost to climax. I can feel the sweat drip down my spine in the crisp cold, desert air. It’s coming from all the work and pleasure I’ve put into this rendezvous. The blood feels hot in my body as my heart is beating like a hummingbird’s. I am so close to orgasming, I beg for him not to stop. “Take me,” I moan out, “have me, please!”

At my request, Henry sits up and gets from underneath me. Before I could look to see what he’s doing, I felt his warm body behind mine as we were both facing the same direction and on our knees. Now, the blanket is completely removed and I only have him for warmth. I feel his breath on my neck and ear. Our skin sticks due to us sweating in such a climate. One of his hands was holding me up to him and the other was reaching inside of me. He nibbles and tugs on my ear with his teeth. Chills go down my spine, and my heartbeat is so loud; as I am so turned on by the fact that he is about to take total control. He whispers an order in my ear seductively, “lay down.”

As he wishes, I do as he says like the good girl that I am. As I make the motion to turn towards him; he grabs my hip and stops me. “No, stay right there,” he says as I remain on my stomach by his command. He positions himself in between my legs. Moving his large cock to where it needs to be, he has one hand working it in as the other is softly gripping my neck. I felt pressure come within me and I groaned as I took him in. Henry lays on top of me, but supports himself enough not to hurt me. I can feel his breath on my ear again. He bites my neck with slight aggression, enough to make me loud.

Removing his hand from my neck to grabbing my hair and somewhat tilting my head back, he thrusts hard into me again and again. The more he goes on, the more I am enjoying every inch. My hands are clinching the sleeping bag in hopes of not losing it just yet. I am nearly to the point of releasing what sexual tension he has built up. I sound as I am gasping for air, enjoying him too much. I feel him lay closer to me and he turns my face towards him and kisses me from my lips onto my neck. “Why are you so perfect for me?” He asks in my ear as he is slowly pumping into me in an affectionate way.

The burly man lifts up off of me, “I want you to turn around, please,” almost as if he was asking instead of demanding. This was nearly as much of a turn on because it was like he had gotten romantic, all of a sudden, instead of being the crazed sex monster that had just preformed. I turned around as he asked. He slips both of my legs upon his shoulders to sense a different angle to get off on. He focuses on putting his tip at the beginning of my hole. Then, unhurriedly sunk each inch into me. Leaning closer to me, he is trying to test my limits. How flexible am I? How far can he get in at this angle? Will it be too deep for me?

I grow quiet in response to the amount of dopamine that my body is releasing into my system. I am almost in shock of how good he makes me feel. He enjoys it as much as I do, I’m sure. “Are you okay?” He is always so reassuring, making sure that everything is within my consent. Someone who is a true gentleman is hard to comeby.

“mmhhmm, just keep going,” I said in a soft voice as I’m not sure why I was still holding everything in. Maybe it’s because I’m testing his limits as well. I want to see how far he’ll go to get a rise out of me, or if he’ll let go before I do. Does he dare let me think he can’t keep up with me? I highly doubt it. He may be quite a few years my elder, but he is far more healthier than I am; even after all the damage his body has been through in his lifetime.

He stopped sliding in and our faces were towards one another. Foreheads and noses touching, I could almost kiss him. We just gaze into each other’s eyes for a moment as there is absolutely nothing in between us anymore. He pulls out and pushes back in repeatedly. His rhythm is growing rapidly, but soft enough that it is intensifying every nerve. I hold on to his thighs to feel more of him, but the sensation is so breathtaking that I almost go numb from feeling so good. Out of my control, I feel my fingernails dig into his thighs and I hear him grunt softly from it; Only making him keep on going.

Henry leans up, leaving my legs on his shoulders, and with him still inside. He reaches for my throat again, leaving him in charge of me completely. His other hand is supporting his weight, while holding my hand. Still giving it to me in the best way, he squeezes a little tighter around my throat and fucks me longer and harder. I love being tested. It isn’t just to test my limits, but to test my trust for him. Only he can turn me on in this way, for he is the only one I truly trust. My free hand is digging my nails into his shoulder once more. His poor back has been torn up since we’ve been together, but I just can’t help myself. We are both breathing so heavy, that I almost can’t hear the music. He is as sweaty as I am, and I don’t mind at all.

In an instance, I feel a sudden gush of release from two different angles. At this moment, I nearly scream in climax, “Oh! mmm, Henry!” and both of us stopped and our bodies went limp from exhaustion. My legs were shaking from all that they’ve endured. We are both out of breath, and we rest while we try to catch it. There is quite a mess in between us, a constant result that happens when we do such things together.

After a few moments of rest, we are still so tired from loving each other so hard. The man’s thick arm reached over my head to grab his shirt. He, then, gives it to me. “Ladies first,” he offered.

I take his shirt and wipe myself off as best as I could. I give it back for him to do the same. Henry sits up and collects some sort of clothing items on the side of him. “Here Vee, I knew you wouldn’t want to go searching for those,” he said as he was handing me a clean t-shirt from his clothes. I take it out of his hand and give him a kiss as a thank you.

We both get half-way decent just so we can snuggle up to one another. I face towards him, so I can see his eyes twinkle along with the sky. He stares back at me and I feel at home. He doesn’t have any ulterior motives. He just wants to love me and to have me. Henry really strives to just see me happy, but what is happiness if I’m not with him? I smile sweetly at him, feeling at ease in his arms right now. “You are so fucking beautiful,” Henry pointed out, “I love you.” He kisses my forehead with tenderness.

“And I, you, Dear,” I smile and nuzzle into his fitted chest once again tonight. The music is still playing in the background. After being satisfied at such great measures, I am growing tiresome. My eyes drift closed due to being so heavy. I hardly hear the radio as I am actually listening to his heart beat for me. It has become my nightly ritual to make it my lullaby. It’s the best song I have ever heard and it’s like it was only written for me. He is only for me as I am only for him. There’s nobody else anymore. I can fall asleep with him tonight being at peace with that.

I don’t feel the sort of stickiness I’m used to from sleeping outside. Arizona is a dry climate. Humidity doesn’t exist in a place like this. When I open my eyes, I immediately realize that I’m not next to my other half. Where did he go? I think to myself as I rub my eyes and situate his shirt correctly onto my body. I stand up and notice my feet were bare. It hardly bothers me anymore. I’m growing more comfortable with every inch of my body as I spend more time inder Henry’s influence. I feel the rock solid ground underneath me. It’s warming up from the rays in the sky, not yet burning my feet. It must be quite early in the morning here in the Grand Canyon. I walk carefully to the vehicle, avoiding any stubbing of the toes. Creeping to the trunk, I stop feeling panicked looking for him as I’ve spotted him trying to make himself decent to gather our belongings and hit the road. He never wastes any time.

“Good morning, Gorgeous!” he roars out of excitement. I am not a morning person. He is my polar opposite when it comes to that. I adore that about him. It makes mornings a lot easier to deal with. The fact that I, now, have the desire to really and truly live makes it easier.

“Mm, good morning to you,” I reply sleepily as I walk up behind him. I rest my head into his back as I wrap my arms around him, with my hands on his chest. No matter how hot it is, we’re never close enough.

He closes the trunk and turns towards me. Looking down my direction with his dough brown eyes, “are you —.”

“PANCAKES!” I perked up, all energized, answering his question before it could escape his lips.

“—hungry...” he smiled as he finished his sentence involuntarily. Henry kisses my forehead and gazes back down at me, “let’s go get pancakes.”

“Yum!” I say excitedly, yet quietly. We both head down to our canyon love pallet to pack it away. Working as a team, we have it all put away in a hurry. Then, I get dressed in a My Chemical Romance black tee with white cut-off shorts. I always strut my black Vans with the translucent rainbow checkers and classic white line. My shoelaces are straight laced. I have little-to-no fear if someone sees my body as I trade outfits. There’s only me and him.

We are all ready and set to go to get pancakes from the nearest town, wherever that is. I pull out my new phone, because why would I need my old number or old phone? “Hey, Siri!” I demand an answer from the AI on my phone. I look at Henry until I get an answer. That’s a thing I do. I just like to look at him. Take in every detail at any moment. Sometimes Siri is stuck on buffering mode anyway.

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The Writing Process

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An intoxicating scent of coffee beans and chocolate greeted Nora when she first entered the coffeeshop. Unsurprisingly, it wasn’t as crowded as she had been expecting it to be for the evening. Most of the company seemed to be college students from the nearby campus, but she did catch sight of some who were a bit older. Nora watched them as she waited her turn to order, taking note of what they were studying or if they were just procrastinating. She concluded that it was an even mix by the time she got to front.

“Hi, what can I get you?”

Nora turned towards the man smiling at her from behind the counter. On his apron, there was a sun on his badge drawn next to the name Ray.

“Um,” her eyes were drawn upward towards the menu of the various drinks that were offered. There was a lot more to choose from than she had anticipated. “I’ll take a tall latte please.”

“Any shots?” Ray asked, pulling out a cup.

Nora shook her head.

“And you want this hot, right?” he asked as he looked down on the paper cup in his hand. “I always forget to ask if people want it hot or cold. And I need your name too.”

“Hot is fine,” Nora told him, digging for her wallet. “And it’s Nora. N-O-R-A.”

“Got it,” Ray yanked out a black marker and tried to write it, then frowned. “Ah, it died. Give me a second.”

Nora dug in her bag again and pulled out a pen. “Here, you can use mine.”

“It’s fine.”

“Just take it, I have plenty.”

Ray took the pen from her, scribbling her order and name on the side of the cup. Nora paid and Ray handed her the receipt and pen back. She only took the paper though. “Keep the pen. I have plenty.”

“Are you sure?” Ray asked, the pen hanging in his hand between them.

“Positive,” Nora assured him.

Ray smiled again. “Thanks. I’ll get your latte going, Nora.”

There was someone waiting behind her, so Nora headed off to wait for her coffee. Once she got the drink from Ray, she headed towards a table and took a seat. She pulled her notebook out of her bag, realized it was the wrong one, then grabbed the correct one. Grabbing a different pen, she began working on her story idea.

For the past few weeks, she had been telling herself to do this. There had been other ideas before, but now this one hadn’t left her head for weeks. When she’d told Mona and Gary about it, they’d both encouraged her to go for it. So she had spent part of the last weekend outlining a schedule for herself that would hopefully work out and leave her with a book at the end of it. She just needed to be here at least three times a week for an hour after finishing her prep work for her class.

An hour passed by quicker than she had expected. By the end of it, she had the general premise, three characters fleshed out in appearance, backstory, and plot arc, and the first part of the book planned. When the timer on her phone went off, Nora packed her things up. She got rid of the empty latte cup and headed for the door. Ray gave her a wave as she left. Nora raised her hand in farewell before pushing the door open and walking to her parked car.

Yeah, she was going to do this.

~~~

“How’s it going?”

A purple line shot across the rest of her page as the voice startled her. Nora looked up to see Ray wiping down the table across from her. She exhaled and set the pen down. There went the rest of the line to write down more on Josselyn’s actions in that chapter. This was why Mona told her to use pencil. Maybe she needed to buy more white-out strips.

“Sorry,” Ray apologized. “I didn’t mean to startle you. I’ve just been curious.”

“Curious?” Nora repeated, reaching for her cup only to remember it was practically empty.

Ray set the rag down. “You’ve been coming here for two weeks and I always see you writing in this corner table.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been watching me?”

“Yes, but I’m not trying to be creepy,” he promised. “It’s pretty late when you come in so there’s not a lot of other customers. I people-watch instead. You’re always so absorbed and working, and I keep wondering what’s going on. But I’m sorry if I’m creeping you out.”

“I’m used to being watched by other people,” Nora chuckled, setting the pen down. “Although they tend to be a lot smaller. You’re fine.”

“Oh,” Ray looked more relieved. “So…is it okay if I ask what you are doing?”

Nora exhaled slowly. “I’m trying to write a book.”

“Wow, you’re a writer?”

“Trying to be,” she admitted. “I got hit with an idea a while ago and I want to make it happen. So I’ve been coming here to work. It’s actually a pretty relaxing workspace.”

“Thanks,” Ray smiled. “I had a lot of good input about the design.”

Nora looked around at the space of tables and chairs with couches and coffee tables lining the walls filled with art. “You designed this?”

“Yeah, I kinda had to,” Ray scratched the back of his head. “I own part of it.”

“I thought you were just a barista,” Nora blurted out.

“I…did start out as one, but my friend and I went in together to start own our business here after the original business decided to move. We both still work here with everyone else. Rip’s got a good touch on baked goods, especially the gluten-free stuff.”

Nora smiled. “I almost got one of those muffins today. They looked good.”

“You should try one of his chicken and mushroom pasties,” Ray told her. “They’re the best! All his stuff is though. It depends on what you like.”

“I will keep that in mind,” Nora nodded, thinking about her cold leftovers waiting for when she got home.

The door at the entrance swung open for a group of college students. Ray looked disappointed as he said goodbye and headed over to take their order. Nora watched him go and went back to her story only for her timer to go off a minute later. With a whine, she pulled herself out of her seat, packed her bag, and headed for the door. Ray waved at her, and Nora raised her hand back. Their usual goodbye, but now there was something new.

“See you later, Nora!” Ray called.

“You too!” she replied as the door swung shut.

~~~

“I have good news!” Nora announced as she entered the library a few weeks later before school started.

“Your class got one hundred percent on their book quiz?” Mona asked.

“Yes, that happened,” Nora remembered, taking a seat at the table. “But I have other good news. I finished my outline.”

Mona’s face lit up and she clapped excitedly. “Yes! Nora, I’m so proud of you!”

“I am too. Now I just have to take that and write this thing and edit it, but I will finally have a book.”

“And you’ll let me read it?” Mona leaned forward. “Please, Nora? Please? Please, please, please?”

Nora had to grin at her eagerness. “Of course. You, Gary, and Ray all get to read it.”

“Who’s Ray?”

“He owns the coffeeshop that I’ve been doing all this planning at. There’s not a lot of traffic when I go, so we usually end up talking for a little while. That’s why it took a little longer to do the planning than I thought. But I still got it done.”

A slow smile spread across her friend’s face. “Aww, that’s kinda cute.”

“I know that face,” Nora stood up. “And slow down. We’re just friends.”

“So were Chandler and Monica.”

“School starts soon, I still have to put up announcements for my class,” Nora stood back up. “I’ll see you later, Mona. And don’t start overthinking this.”

“Okay, I won’t.”

~~~

“Tall latte, no shot?”

“Please and thank you.”

Ray grinned as he started working on her drink. “How was your day today?”

“My class seemed to get their math lesson today, but I’m going to have to see the homework tomorrow,” Nora told him. “Thanks for that idea about those magnets though. They really liked it.”

“No problem. What are you planning for tonight with the book?”

“Well, I’ve gotten the prologue completed, so it’s onto the first chapter.”

“And you’ll still let me read it?” Ray asked, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

“Absolutely,” she nodded. “How’d your day go?”

Ray passed her the latte. “You know how I told you about Rip and Gideon?”

“Oh, did something happen?”

“They got engaged.”

A couple entered, meaning their chat time was up for now. Ray looked a little disappointed. “I’ll come by in a few and tell you more.”

“Please,” Nora pleaded as she headed towards her table.

She took a seat at her usual place and pulled out her laptop and notebook. While she waited it for to power up, her eyes drifted over to where Ray was making the drinks for the pair who had come in after her. Mona’s words came back to her yet again. Ever since she’d said that a few weeks ago, Nora hadn’t been able to get it out of her head.

She did like Ray. That was easy enough for her to admit. If she didn’t have her hour time limit each time she visited, then she probably would have kept talking to him. Ray seemed to feel the same about her, at least that’s what she thought. She hoped she was getting the right message.

Nora shook her head. Nope, she did not come here to fall in love. The reason she had started coming was a peaceful place to write a book. She made a friend along the way. A friend who she talked with every time she came here and texted at least once a day since they’d exchanged numbers two weeks ago.

Groaning, Nora reminded herself to focus on her chapter. As she typed, her mind started to drift to other ideas that she’d had. There was one romance novel idea she’d gotten after reading a Rebecca Silver book with Mona. It had been a great idea, but she’d lost momentum and abandoned it. Although there were some great lines Nora had written and stuck on a Post-It note somewhere.

Just then, Ray came over and took the empty seat across from her. “Hey, sorry about that. You still want to hear about the engagement?”

Nora lowered her screen so she could see him better. “Lay it on me.”

~~~

“You got in my head!”

Mona whirled away from Gary as Nora stormed into the library. “What?”

“You got in my head about Ray!” she pointed a finger at her. “And now I can’t stop thinking about him!”

“Who’s Ray?” Gary asked while Mona stepped back.

“He’s a guy Nora met at the coffeeshop where she’s writing her book,” Mona explained. “Nora talks with him a lot. He also gets to read the book.”

“Neat!”

“No, not neat!” Nora huffed, taking a seat in Mona’s chair. “Mona was saying things and I might have feelings now and I don’t know what to do! Gary, help me.”

Gary frowned. “About what?”

“You’re the guidance counselor. Guide me.”

“I work with students! Ask Mona, she’s read the most romance novels.”

Nora groaned. “That reading of romance novels got me into this in the first place. Help me!”

Gary nodded in agreement, earning a glare from Mona. But then she looked at Nora and sighed.

“Nora, I probably shouldn’t have made that Mondler comment or my I-smell-romance face,” the librarian sighed. “But you definitely like him.”

“I know,” Nora pouted. “I don’t know if he likes me and I hate wondering it.”

“You told us he gave you his number,” Gary piped up. “Unless someone really wants to get to know you, then that doesn’t happen.”

“And he texts you after school or during your lunch breaks,” Mona reminded her. “Never when you’re working. You mentioned that once.”

“And didn’t he once save your favorite cookie for you last week?” Gary added.

“Okay, so maybe he does like me,” Nora agreed. “But why hasn’t he made the move?”

“He could be going through the same thing you are. Not sure if you like him or not? He does seem like the sensitive kind. That’s what he looks like to me at least.”

Nora narrowed her eyes. “Mona, what did you do?”

“I…might have gone to your coffeeshop last Sunday,” explained the other woman. “But it was only to see what he looked like. I wanted to make sure my best friend wasn’t going for some weirdo.”

“Okay…”

“It doesn’t matter,” Mona shook her head. “Nora, don’t wait for him to make the first move. You do it. Who wouldn’t want to go out with you?”

Nora smiled. “Okay. I’ll ask him when I finish the book.”

“And how close are you to that?” Gary asked. “Because you did set a goal.”

“Gary, it’s love!” Mona scolded. “She should do it the next time she goes!”

“I only have two more chapters, and then the epilogue,” Nora told them. “Then I’ll tell him. It’ll be just two weeks. A week and a half at best.”

Mona looked at her for a long minute, then nodded. “Good. But don’t chicken out.”

“I won’t, I swear.”

~~~

Two weeks passed, and Nora had finished the book. She still needed to edit it, but it was all there. Every day she had come in here over the past few months had been mostly productive. She managed to create something beautiful, at least in her eyes. Now, it was time to see if asking Ray on a date would be successful. Even if it wasn’t, she still had her book that she could be proud of.

However, Nora was shocked when she entered to see Ray was not behind the counter. Her heart sank a little.

“Hey,” she asked the barista behind the counter. “Do you happen to know if Ray is around?”

“Nora?”

She turned around to see Ray, sans apron, coming out of the kitchen.

“Ray?” Nora stepped towards him. “Hey, I thought you were working tonight.”

“I was actually going to take tonight off. Plus, Behrad is starting out and he was happy to take a low-stress shift.”

“Oh,” Nora nodded. “So, I know we’ve been friends for a while since I’ve been coming here. And even though my first draft of the book is done, I still have more to work on. But I decided to take tonight off since it’s Friday.”

“You deserve the break. You’ve been putting in so much hard work to it.”

“Thanks. Although I still wanted to come here tonight to ask you if you wanted…if you would like to go out on a date with me sometime?”

Ray chuckled. “You’re asking me on a date?”

“That was the intention.”

“That’s funny,” Ray chuckled again, shaking his head. “I actually wanted to ask you out tonight once you finished the draft.”

Now Nora had to giggle. “So we were both waiting to ask each other out?”

“It appears so. Have you had dinner yet?”

“Nope. But I do know a place with gluten-free options.”

“I already like the sound of that.”

Nora held out her hand. “It’s just down the street. Shall we?”

Ray took it with a smile. “To our date, my lady.”

~~~

Four months later

“What about this one?”

Nora looked up at the book in Ray’s hand. “Already have it in my classroom. Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Ray told her as he paged through it. “The illustrations are great.”

“And it’s a great story. My kids love it.”

“They’re lucky to have a good teacher.”

Nora grinned as she leaned into her boyfriend. “Hey, I’ve got some good news for you.”

“Yeah? What about?”

She reached into her purse and pulled out an envelope. “Remember when I sent my book to those publishers?”

“You were so nervous about it,” Ray reminisced. “You were panicking to me afterwards.”

“Mona and Gary already know about it, which is why we are here at the bookstore,” Nora explained as she passed him over the envelope. “Now it’s your turn.”

Mona was shooting her a thumbs up from the aisle of romance novels. Gary wasn’t paying attention as he added another book to his stack. He started heading for the corner as a man on the other side was walking the same way. Nora bit her finger as they collided, and books tumbled to the ground. She didn’t get to watch the fallout though before Ray swept her up in a hug.

“They want to publish your book?”

“They do!” Nora squealed, hugging him back. “I have to set up an interview to talk more but it’s a huge step!”

“I’m so proud of you,” Ray sighed happily. “My girlfriend is an author!”

Nora laughed. “An almost published author is what you mean.”

“Still an author.”

“Well, if I hadn’t come to your coffeeshop, I wouldn’t have written the thing,” Nora shrugged, glancing over at where Mona was actively watching Gary and the man he’d run into talk about a book he was holding. “I wouldn’t have done it without you or them.”

“It was all you, Nora.”

“But I had support,” She leaned up and kissed her boyfriend. “I love you, Ray.”

“I love you too. My girlfriend, the teacher and author.”

Nora snickered and leaned into him. “Is that how you’re going to introduce me from now on?”

“Maybe.”

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Birds and Other Supernatural Phenomenons

New chapter??? Already??? Yeah, don't get used to it, I have so many exams this week (and the next one too), that I think I'm gonna just straight up die. So naturally, I'm procrastinating. Yey.

(This wasn't edited nearly as much as any of the other chapters, even though I wrote at least ten different opening scenes for it. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not.) And apparently, my aesthetic is writing Gotham's weather. I have no idea how that happened.

Warning for violence!

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Ch. 7: Light and Darkness

Life sucks.

Sometimes, she stared into the darkest abyss and even the mere existence of it terrified her. Other times, she looked back at her life and thought, "the abyss would be pretty comfortable, after all".

She didn't know when her life turned into a cheap video-tape. The sounds were distorted, and the protagonist was horrible, but she kept watching it anyway.

***

The rain was flooding the gray streets of Gotham. The streetlights were dimmed by the thick curtain of dust and fog. Neon billboards flickered over shops, the cars sprinkled dirty water on the few pedestrians who didn't run from the weather as if it was the plague.

The rain disturbed Marinette's senses. Dick's quiet swearing was oppressed by the deafening sound of dropping water and shrieking vehicles. There were too many smells. Her vision was blurry, her red raincoat didn't protect her from getting soaking wet. She put her insensate hands in her pockets to keep them from shaking violently, but it still took all her self-control to keep herself together.

"'You okay?" Dick shouted on her right side, giving up the fight with the umbrella she gave him and settling for a small coverage over his face.

"Yes," shouted back Marinette, but her voice was lost in the downpour.

"We're almost there!" He tucked the girl a little closer and tried to get the umbrella to protect her.

"I know," she muttered even though there was no way he could've heard her.

The buildings were closing over their heads, merging with the dark clouds. A car passed beside them, and Marinette screwed her eyes shut. It was too loud.

"Marinette?" she heard a familiar voice say. Suddenly, it was easier to breathe.

"Adrien?"

"God, are you okay? I've been looking for you." She could finally see him in his large, black raincoat, rushing towards her with an umbrella.

"Sure," she muttered, hoping her voice didn't tremble from the cold. She was grateful that he spoke in English instead of French, it would've been considerably harder for her to keep her cover otherwise.

Adrien stood next to her, holding the umbrella over her head. He only then seemed to notice the man on her side, and she wondered if he was just pretending to be normal or if he really didn't pay attention.

"Hi! Who are you?" he asked Dick kindly, but Marinette could hear the wariness in it.

"Umm..." Dick seemed to be lost in thought for a second before he answered. "Hi. My name is Dick. You are Marinette's classmate, right?"

"Yes, I am." He paused and smiled politely. "I think we should go, it's very cold out here." He was waiting for Marinette to agree, but she didn't say anything.

"Of course. I've to go too, I'm really late for work," Dick said, glancing at the Wayne Tower. "Thanks for the umbrella," he smirked one last time before shoving the dripping object into Adrien's hand and making a run for the tower. They both stared at him as he cut his way through the rain.

"Come on, let's get you to somewhere warm," said Adrien, finally turning to her. "Can I touch you?"

A few years ago, Marinette told him how uncomfortable she felt sometimes when people touched her. Since then, he always asked for her permission, especially when she was in a bad mood. She had a strong urge to roll her eyes dramatically every time he did it. It was so... Adrien of him. He always respected people's boundaries. Maybe that's why he didn't fight his father.

The guilt was climbing up inside Marinette's throat as she remembered her investigation on Hawkmoth. Half a year ago, she started suspecting it was Gabriel Agreste, but she said nothing. Now she was almost sure and still didn't tell anyone. Not even Master Fu. She knew that if something happened to her, Tikki would tell him what he needed to know. If for some reason - Marinette didn't even want to think about that, - she couldn't, she had at least four different ways to make the guardian know.

She looked at Adrien. He seemed to be happy. His years as Chat Noir made him more confident. He was a lot like Chat now, just like how she was more and more like Ladybug. Psychologically, it was fascinating. In practice, it terrified her sometimes.

Instead of answering, she hugged Adrien's waist with one arm as they walked to the nearest diner.

***

After some getting some hot cocoa and warm food, - they both knew Marinette was not the best at eating healthily and regularly, he sat down beside her and put her freezing hands between his, warming them up. She gave him a grateful half-smile.

"Next time you decide to disappear, you could really send me a text or something. I tend to check the weather forecast, unlike some people," he said. "Why did you have a raincoat and an umbrella on you anyway?"

Marinette was starting to feel her hands again, and her mind was no longer screaming from confusion.

"I tend to come prepared, unlike some people, who constantly forget to bring a toothbrush to trips," she said mockingly.

"I mean, I don't do that constantly," he protested.

"Every. Single. Time," she told him. "I think I actually brought two spares, just in case."

"Nah, I'm good, Nino brought one for me too," he muttered, avoiding her gaze. Marinette snorted.

***

The teachers gave them the afternoon off again. The rain stopped around noon and Gotham was swimming in sunlight. The wet streets were glimmering as the light touched the asphalt, people slowly poked their heads out of their homes, a few annoyed cats were roaming around, showing off their wonderfully dry pelage.

Marinette walked slowly, admiring the sky-high buildings and silently memorizing all the shops and alleys she went by. There was a chance she was going to forget most of it by tomorrow, and once again, she cursed her brain for needing so much sleep.

St. Anthony Street was not a pretty view. Thanks to the rain, Joanne's blood was painting small, brownish-red veins on the concrete. The original red puddle was still visible, and even though it faded a lot, it was big.

Near the large, rust-colored spot, there was a smaller one. 'Must be where her hand fell next to her side,' Marinette realized. That would mean the girl entered the street from where Marinette stood, the attacker jumped at her almost immediately, and she fell backwards. The paper said the wounds were on her chest and torso, so she must've landed on her back, then the attacker stabbed her twelve times and took the murder weapon with them. Marinette could replay the scene in her mind.

Joanne must've been in a hurry because she doesn't notice someone already waiting for her. The attacker grabs her hands to keep her from escaping and knocks her back. Then they get their knife out and Joanne screams, but nobody bothers to check what's wrong. The attacker stabs her again and again. At some point, the girl is conscious enough to touch her bloody T-shirt and try applying pressure on a wound. It doesn't matter. Then her hands fall to her sides, her bloody palm leaving a mark on the asphalt, and the murderer finally stands up, looking at the body in front of their eyes. They're panting heavily. They leave with the knife, their clothes sprayed with blood.

Twelve stab-wounds would clearly state it was personal, but when it comes to hate crimes like this, it's usually pretty obvious who did it. Not many people have enemies capable of something like this.

There were multiple faults in her version of the events.

She walked around the dark spot slowly, hundreds of ideas crossing her mind, most of them faulty and unusable.

She rubbed her face frustratedly. If she wanted to make something out of this, she needed to sleep first.

She took off her red backpack with the black-and-white apple blossoms she made a few years prior - when she realized that the lock pick set, the handbooks, the Swiss Army Knife, the skein, scissors and needles, her not-so-secret green tea stash, the matches, her phone and the small army of power banks she always carried with her didn't fit her old purse anymore, not to mention Tikki and her cookies.

She took out the thermostat of coffee she got on the way back with Dick and drank half of it in one gulp. Now that she was thinking about it, she might've liked coffee after all. Tikki and Kaalki both frowned at her in perfect sync inside the bag but given they were in the middle of the street, they didn't say anything.

Marinette checked the time and decided to stick around for a little more. She was wandering the block slowly, noting all the broken doors and windows on the way.

She was examining St. Anthony Street for the fourth time when she noticed something in the few threads of grass sticking out where the road and the pavement met. She went closer.

For a moment, she thought it was a wrapper or a piece of plastic, but as she took it between her gloved fingers, she realized it was a small, round wooden-bead painted ultramarine blue.

Three days passed since the incident. Anyone could've lost a single bead since then. Actually, it might've been there for weeks, but she still slipped it into her pocket before going back to the Wayne Tower.

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Fear and Dumplings: Chapter Six

Confronting your fears for a final grade sounds unappealing but, with Yoongi as your partner, things might not be so bad.

Summary: You’re in your final semester at University when your Abnormal Psychology professor assigns you a partnered project surrounding your greatest fears. Lucky for you, your partner just so happens to be a cute boy named Min Yoongi.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: College Au, Underground Rapper! Yoongi, Soft!!! Yoongi, Fluff!!!, some moderate angst (later), smut (later later), slow-ish? burn

Word Count: 5.1K

A/N: I’m literally on fire after writing this chapter lol. I hope you like it!😊

Warnings for this Chapter: mentions of fear, anxiety, sadness, some angst aka Jimin is an insecure boy who is unaware that he is literaly heaven on earth, swearing, suggestive situations/concepts, if you squint really hard you can see the beginnings of smut.

Warnings for the Fic: mentions characters confronting their fears, characters in uncomfortable situations, emotional moments between characters, mentions of bad parenting, explicit language throughout the fic, moderate angst, and very explicit smut later in the story.

Chapter 6: Doubt and Shadow Demons

You’re lying on your bed in one of your many baggy t-shirts, smiling like an idiot at your phone. Jimin had sent you screenshots of what he believed to be Yoongi’s twitter. If Jimin wasn’t aiming to be a dancer, you would have suggested a career as a private investigator because, he could literally find anyone. You hadn’t asked Jimin to go looking for more information on Yoongi but, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t interested. His Twitter was mostly black, no bio and, no location but, the avatar was a picture of Yoongi wearing headphones, his newly blonde hair disheveled as he smiled at the camera. He really had no business being that cute. ‘@agustd93’ was his handle and you furrowed your brows in confusion as you tried to decipher what it could mean. Yoongi didn’t seem to tweet much, he just retweeted a lot of music equipment accounts however, there were a few scattered tweets here and there that made you laugh.

“Roommates are drunk, again. They can’t hold their alcohol for shit.”

“Update: Drunk Hobi is obsessed with my cheeks and, I swear if he pinches them one more time, I’m going to cut his hands off.”

“Another Update: Joon just started crying after explaining to me that, “we are all just little flowers in the garden of life, trying to find our bees.” What the fuck does that even mean?”

You giggle, shaking your head, your thumb scrolling down to search for more tweets. There were more scattered between retweets of what you assumed to be the latest music equipment as Yoongi quoted some of the them with captions like ‘Dream Studio’ and ‘if only I wasn’t broke.’ You kept scrolling before coming across a tweet that made your stomach flutter.

‘Where? Everywhere.’

Fuck. He tweeted that last night. After you and Yoongi got off the Ferris Wheel, you actually ended up having a pretty decent time. The two of you got dinner at the park and wrote your experiences down in your research journals. Yoongi acted like the conversation on the Ferris Wheel never happened but, he seemed to warm up to you more and more as the night progressed. But still, nothing flirty occurred between the two of you and, Yoongi was very careful not to get too close to you. The whole thing was very confusing, one minute, Yoongi’s admitting that he would kiss you ‘everywhere, if you let him’ and, the next minute he’s treating you like he normally did. This tweet was sent at 11:30 which would have been around the time he got back to his place. Maybe it wasn’t about you, Yoongi seemed to have a habit of being vague and, he easily could have been talking about something else but, none the less, it made your heart skip a beat.

Did you like Yoongi? More importantly, did it matter? You shook your head, trying to rid yourself of your complicated thoughts as you rolled out of bed. Marzipan throws a complaint your way as you walk past her lounging at the end of the mattress. Normally, you would be out at your favorite crepe café gossiping with Jimin over some iced coffee but, Jimin had texted you the night before saying that his showcase rehearsal was running late and he didn’t think he’d get any sleep if he met up with you. You had of course met this with an abundance of understanding as you knew better than anyone how hard Jimin had been working at his showcase routine. So, instead of meeting up with your best friend, you planned on working on your final paper for your International Relations course. You had been working on it all semester and, felt accomplished that for once, you didn’t procrastinate. Green tea was essential for today’s writing session so; you brewed a decent sized pot before, continuing your paper. Marzipan eventually made her way out into your living room, opting to sprawl out on the couch, claiming her space as usual.

After writing for some time, you glance at the clock at the bottom of your laptop and your eyes widen. Shit. You had been writing for 4 hours. How was it possible that much time had passed? You had gotten a lot done, adding an additional 6-7 pages to the giant that was your final paper. Just after leaning back in your chair and stretching your limbs, your phone lights up with a text message.

BROS 4 LYFE (Jungkook): I miss the squad tho.

You giggle at the message, your heart warming as you reply.

BROS 4 LYFE: me too tho :/

BROS 4 LYFE (Taehyung): me 3 tho :/ :/

BROS 4 LYFE (Jimin): MY BABIES :( i miss u guys.

A hint of sadness plucks at your chest as you read the messages being sent in by your friends. You had made new friends in school and, college had been an overall fun time but, you had to admit that you never stopped missing having all three of your bestfriends in one place. The past four years hadn’t been the same without them and you couldn’t wait til the four of you graduated so, that you could finally have your group back together again. Jungkook had been drafted to play pro ball on a minor league team in your current city and, Taehyung had made the decision earlier in the semester to pursue his masters in art history at the school you and Jimin were currently attending. This meant that in a few short weeks, everything would back to normal for a little while.

BROS 4 LYFE: only a few more weeks my dudes, we got this.

BROS 4 LYFE (Jungkook) stay on that grind squad, college grad hours are about to be open.

BROS 4 LYFE (Jimin): kookie and tae, will you be here for my showcase? It’s two weeks before graduation.

BROS 4 LYFE (Taehyung): duh. We wouldn’t miss it for the world Jiminie.

BROS 4 LYFE (Jungkook): yea we would never miss a chance to see the world’s shortest ballerina.

Your eyes widen as you laugh, already imagining Jimin igniting in fury when he reads the message. His reply comes before you are able to chime in.

BROS 4 LYFE (Jimin): YAH! IM NOT A BALLERINA!

BROS 4 LYFE (Jimin): I AM A CONTEMPORARY DANCER.

BROS 4 LYFE (Jimin): THE CHAMPION CONTEMPORARY DANCER

BROS 4 LYFE (Jimin): THREE YEARS RUNNING THANKYOUVERYMUCH

At this point you’re in a full blown laughing fit, shaking your head as your fiery best friend pops off in the chat.

BROS 4 LYFE: go best friend, that’s my best friend.

BROS 4 LYFE (Taehyung): let the record show that Kookie bought 12 of the limited edition Jimin shirts that your school sold after he won the championships.

BROS 4 LYFE (Jungkook): YOU PROMISED ME YOU WOULDN’T TELL

BROS 4 LYFE (Jimin): >:)

BROS 4 LYFE (Jimin): love u kookie

BROS 4 LYFE (Jungkook): …love u too…

The responses eventually dwindle down and, you decide to hop in the shower to tend to the mop of hair that was growing slightly greasy on your head. Afterwards, you throw on a cozy sweatshirt and your favorite pair of fuzzy pajama shorts and, settle on the couch to watch some Netflix. You hadn’t had a night in to yourself in a long time and, it felt amazing to be able to sit around and, do nothing. Marzipan made her way up your body before, snuggling up in the free space between you and the edge of the couch. As your fingers absentmindedly stroke her fur, you feel your lids becoming heavier and heavier and, finally, you drift off into a much needed nap.

Needless to say, the nap turned into you passing out around 7:30 and, sleeping through the night until, finally, you awake to the ethereal sound of the never-ending city construction. You grumble as you pull the covers over your head to drown out the noise causing Marzipan, who clearly hadn’t left her spot all night, to flee from the couch. Checking your phone, you noticed a few messages from your group-chat and a snapchat or two from some of your other friends. After responding to the majority of your missed messages, you drag yourself off of the couch and into the kitchen to make some coffee. The microwave displayed the current time: 7:45am; an unholy time to be awake on a Saturday morning. The coffee was finishing up before a loud knock at your door caused you to jump out of your skin. Who the hell was at your house at 7:45 in the morning? You gingerly made your way to the door, hoping that it was just someone from maintenance. Opening the door, you nearly scream as a tuft of pink hair practically collapses into your arms. It was Jimin and, he was crying.

“Jimin, babe, what’s wrong?” You hold him to you, your eyes wide with concern as you usher him into your apartment.

“I can’t do it y/n, I can’t do anything right.” He cries into your t-shirt, his hands clutching you as if you’re about to slip away.

You rub his back, maneuvering you both onto your couch, Jimin clinging to you all the while.

“Hey, hey, that’s not true at all.” You murmur soothingly. “Jimin, what brought this on? Did something happen?”

Jimin, still crying, nods, as the tears stream down his puffy cheeks.

“I’ve been rehearsing for…for 36 hours…and I ca…can’t….do it…I can’t get it right. I ke…keep messing up. I’m n…not getting it…they’re…they’re going to drop me from the showcase if I can’t do it….they…they will…” At this point, your heart is broken, your usually smiley best friend is completely shattered, sobbing, into your arms. You hadn’t seen him like this since he had his first serious breakup sophomore year and, even that couldn’t compare to what you saw before you.

“Shh…minnie…it’s ok, it’s ok, I got you.” You gingerly tilt his swollen face towards yours, your eyes holding an immense amount of emotion as you gaze into his. “Listen to me ok? You can’t rehearse like that, you’re going to burn out and, get hurt. You have to rest. You’ve been practicing non-stop for the entire semester. You could do that routine in your sleep babe. The only reason you probably messed up is because you are exhausting yourself.”

Before you can even finish, Jimin’s eyes well up with tears once again as he shakes his head.

“No…no…you don’t understand…y/n…the coaches came to watch me last night and, I fell…I fell and they…they said that they were disappointed with my progress…and that I need to do better…so…I had to stay to re…rehearse…cause I failed. I failed y/n, I failed.” Jimin bursts into another fit of sobs as he clutches you tighter and, you actually have to hold back the tears that are pricking the corners of your own eyes.

“Dancers fall all the time Jiminie, it’s ok, you had been rehearsing all day. Every free moment you have, you spend in the studio practicing. I know it must have been so hard to fall in front of your coaches but, hey,” You tilt his face to you once more before he can hide away in your arm again. “You are Park fucking Jimin. You are the youngest collegiate dancer to win the national showcase and, the ONLY dancer to win it three years in a row. Dancing is like breathing to you. Audiences are mesmerized as soon as you step on the stage. You did not fail. You are exhausted. You can’t work yourself like this or, there won’t be a Park Jimin to win the showcase four years in a row.” As your words tumble out of your mouth, Jimin begins to calm down, still sniffling lightly, he hugs you again, his normally sparkling eyes, heavy with exhaustion.

“I’m so scared…y/n…there’s so much pressure and, I don’t think I’ll be able to bear it if I disappoint anyone.” You place a chaste kiss to the top of his bubblegum hair as you nod.

“It’s ok to be afraid, this is something you really want and, when we really want something, the thought of failing can be crippling but, you have worked so unbelievably hard. No one deserves this more than you do. Try and have a little faith in yourself ok? There is nothing you can’t achieve. You have something so magical within you. Working hard is good but, everyone has their limit and, if you keep pushing yourself like this, you won’t be healthy enough to achieve all of the amazing things I know you are capable of.” Your voice has dropped to an even lower volume as you continue rubbing Jimin’s back. He is looking up at you with intense focus but, you can tell he is on the verge of crashing.

“You promise? You promise you believe I can do this?” He whispers and, your heart shatters in pieces that someone whom you care so deeply for, is in so much pain.

“I don’t just believe Jimin, I know.” You whisper back before jerking your head to the other end of the couch. “Can you please try and sleep for me? When you wake up, we can go somewhere, or we can stay in,its up to you. Just try and rest of a while.” At your request, Jimin lets out a yawn, his lips pressing to your shoulder once more before he flops back onto the couch, still sniffling lightly.

You help him out of his shoes and his coat before grabbing a blanket and, literally tucking him in.

“Thank you y/n.” Jimin whispers, practically half asleep, his hand holding yours lightly.

“You don’t have to thank me, that’s what best friends are for. I’ve cried on your couch a few times too, remember.” You smile fondly as Jimin lets out a twinkling giggle, happy to see that he’s feeling somewhat better.

“I love you.” He whispers, his eyes beginning to shut.

You squeeze his hand lightly before replying.

“I love you too Jimin.”

Jimin drifts off a few moments later, his light snores filling your living room. Your heart feels achy as you reply the last few moments over in your head. You knew your words wouldn’t be enough to completely take away Jimin’s uncertainty but, you were so grateful that he came to you instead of suffering in silence. Jimin had a history of feeling this way right before a showcase. He had done something similar to this your freshman year before, winning and subsequently making history. It absolutely devastated you to see him hurting but, you meant everything you said. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that Jimin was going to go far in life; you just hoped one day, he could see it for himself.

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“The dark and the ocean….I think maybe it’s time that we start tackling our fears one by one, what do you think?” You look over at Yoongi, who nods from behind his phone.

“Yeah, I think so too. I don’t know how we’d combine the dark and the ocean anyway.” His voice was slightly scratchier than normal but, when you had asked if he was sick, he told you that he had lost his voice at a concert he went to the night prior. For whatever reason, you didn’t believe him but, rather than prying, you opted to enjoy the sound of Yoongi’s raspy voice becoming even raspier.

“If we did, it would be terrifying and, I would probably die.” You state bluntly, causing Yoongi to scoff in disbelief, shaking his head at you.

“You’re so dramatic.” He chastises, smirking lightly, tapping away at his phone. You shrug, not bothering to disagree with him as you doodle on the corner of your paper. “Are you comfortable confronting this fear directly? I don’t know how you would imagine it, unless, you just imagine yourself in a dark room.”

The shudder that passes through your body was completely involuntary and, Yoongi notices it.

“You don’t have to, we can think of something else.” He assures, his almond shaped eyes, wrinkled slightly in concern. You shook your head insistently, putting on a brave face.

“No, its ok…I can do it. I won’t be alone so, it will be a little easier.” You force smile onto your mouth but, Yoongi isn’t buying it. Thankfully, he decides to accept your statement anyway.

“Does tonight work for you? I have a free Tuesday for once so, I figured we could do yours today and mine on Thursday.” Yoongi’s suggests, his demeanor returning to normal. You nod, leaning back in your chair, attempting to look casual but, your heart jumped slightly in your chest.

“Yeah, that’s fine, what time?” You needed to know how much time you had to straighten up because, you definitely left dirty dishes in the sink and, you were quite certain that you dropped a pair or two of clean underwear whilst running late this morning.

“Well, it doesn’t get dark until 7:30-8 so, maybe around then?” Yoongi cocks his head slightly, his eyes sleepy as usual. You had never had such a strong urge to tuck someone into bed and, kiss their forehead until you met Min Yoongi. That boy needs more sleep.

“I’m good with that yeah. Are we eating together or do you want to eat before you come?”

“I’ll bring something, I have a lot to make up for since somebody, decided to buy our tickets last week.” He gives you a pointed look, disapproval gracing his features. You laugh, shrugging shamelessly, looking up at him.

“I guess you better bring something good then.” You insist, smiling, nudging his desk with your foot.

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It was that very conversation that led you to where you were now: belly full of That’s Amore’s pasta, apartment tidied up, and Yoongi glancing over at you curiously.

“What?” You giggle lightly, confused at his intense gaze before, he nods over to you.

“Why are you afraid of the dark?” He murmurs, his tone cautious but curious.

You bite your lip, as you feel your body grow slightly uncomfortable. Meeting Yoongi’s gaze, you attempt to sound as brave as possible before, answering his question.

“I…used to have really bad nightmares as a kid. I had them every night for almost two years.” You admit, your eyes moving to stare at the couch instead of continuing to look at Yoongi. “My parents finally took me to a doctor and they told them that I would eventually just grow out of it. They gave me something to help me sleep through the night and, over time, the dreams finally stopped but, I slept with my light on until I was like 14.” You giggle, trying to lighten the mood, not really enjoying the serious tone of the conversation.

Yoongi nods, regarding you earnestly from the other end of the couch.

“I’m sorry.” He says softly and, you can tell that he means it. You smile over at him, brushing it off.

“No, its ok, it happened a long time ago. I’m just still not a huge fan of the dark.” You explain, finally meeting his gaze again.

“You don’t have to do this, you can just keep talking about it…I don’t want you to feel afraid.” He insists, his tone firm and certain.

You nod, your smile growing more genuine.

“I can do it. I think it will be good for me and, like I said, I won’t be alone so, I don’t think it will be too bad.” You’re lying. The dark terrified you but, logically, you understood that there was nothing dangerous about it. You know you can do this.

Yoongi nods but, you can tell that he’s uneasy, his movements cautious and hesitant as he looks around your apartment.

“Ok, do you want to start slow? We could just turn off the lights first; the streetlights shouldn’t make it too dark.” He assures you, nodding toward the window but, you shake your head at his suggestion.

“No, I think it’s better if we just do everything now. I think prolonging it will just make me more nervous.” Your voice is growing smaller and, once you catch that, you sit up straighter. As if, sitting up straighter would lessen the fear you felt. “Let’s do this.”

Yoongi nods and the two of you move to start closing the curtains and turning off the few lamps that you have on in your apartment. You both stand on opposite ends of your living room as Yoongi’s hand hovers over the main light.

“Are you ready?” He calls softly, his face littered with concern.

You nod, smiling tightly, bracing yourself for the darkness.

“You have to protect me if a shadow demon tries to eat me!” You insist, giggling, trying to lessen the tension as Yoongi rolls his eyes.

“There’s no such thing as shadow demons.” He counters, smirking before, he nods anyway. “But, yeah, I guess I’ll protect you if that happens.”

Your heart is picking up its pace in your chest as you attempt to pull a deep breath from your nose.

Yoongi looks at you pointedly and, before another question can pass his lips, you nod to the light.

“Go ahead. I’m good.” You assure him, putting on the bravest voice you can find.

There’s a click and then, darkness envelops your apartment. You could never have imagined that your apartment could get to this level of darkness. The room was pitch black, you held your hand out in front of your face and you saw nothing but a faint blob.

“Are you ok?” Yoongi calls softly from the other end of the room.

Another shaky breath passes your lips as you attempt to calm yourself.

“Yeah, I’m good. I’m ok.” You assure him but, even you could tell that your tone wasn’t convincing. There’s a shuffling on the other end of the room that causes you to jump out of your skin. “What was that?”

“It’s just me; I’m trying to find my way to the couch.” Yoongi’s voice calms you and, you curse yourself for being so obviously afraid.

“Yeah, I should probably do that too. I don’t want to just stand here…vulnerable…where literally anything can attack me if it wanted to.” You muse casually and, this causes Yoongi to finally break out in his rickety laughter.

“Nothing is going to attack you, just come here and, be careful not to trip over anything. That’s the only real danger you need to worry about.” Yoongi’s voice is practically a whisper and, you use it to guide yourself to your sofa. You finally feel the familiar fabric and make your way around the arm of the couch before, tucking your body into one of the cushions. The heartbeat in your chest hasn’t lessened its pounding but, you feel slightly better that you’re not doing this alone.

“I made it.” You whisper but, Yoongi could already feel you sit down at the opposite end of the couch.

“How are you feeling?” Yoongi whispers back to you and, you feel yourself relaxing slightly at the sound of his voice. He really should be doing ASMR in his free time. Your mouth opens to lie again but, you end up sighing in defeat.

“I’m scared.” It’s the first time either of you have uttered this phrase since beginning your project and, you grow uneasy as you wait for his response.

“That’s ok.” He assures and then he falls silent for a moment. “I know it’s difficult for you. We can stop whenever you want.”

“I’m ok right now; my eyes are starting to adjust.”

Another moment of silence passes between the two of you and, you feel a familiar thickness in the air that seems to occur a lot when you and Yoongi are alone. You close your eyes for a moment, stifling your desire to mention it to him. He had made it very clear on the Ferris Wheel that he wasn’t interested in being with you that way… ‘right now.’

“You can…move closer to me, if you need to. I’m not sure if that will help but, you can try. I don’t mind.” Yoongi whispers and, his offer catches you completely off guard. Should you move closer to him?

Silently, you scoot your body down the length of the couch until you feel your shins meet Yoongi’s feet. He must have been sitting cross-legged on the couch and, now that you’re closer to him, you can make out his posture. He’s sitting with his legs crossed, his body turned to face the direction you were sitting, while his hands rested in his lap.

“Thank you.” You whisper, and you can sort of make out the faint smile ( :] ) on his lips.

“Is it any better?”

“Yeah, it is, actually, thanks.” You repeat your gratitude and you finally start to feel the anxiety subsiding from your chest. Yoongi was warm and, he smelt like berries and the ocean? An odd yet tantalizing combination that, in all honesty, made your stomach tighten. His hands are adorned with a few rings and your eyes squint in curiosity as you try to make out what they look like; regretting that you hadn’t checked them out when the lights were on.

“What are you trying to look at?” Yoongi’s whisper causes you to smile as you realize that his eyes were also adjusted to the darkness and, he was probably wondering why you were staring intently at his lap.

“Your rings.” You giggle, your head jerking their direction. At your answer, Yoongi’s fingers flutter lightly in response, his head turning down to look at them.

“Oh, yeah, I don’t wear these a lot but, my roommate Namjoon got them for me and, started giving me shit for not liking them. So, I made a point to wear them more.” He explains his tone one of fondness and annoyance. Another laugh passes your lips as you nod in understanding.

“They look nice. Namjoon has good taste.” You compliment, feeling far more comfortable.

“Yeah, he’s alright, I guess.” Yoongi jests but, you know he doesn’t mean what he says, always hiding behind a snarky comment. Before you can speak again, Yoongi holds one of his hands out to you. “You can look at them if you want.”

Your heart stalls a moment as you look at Yoongi’s out stretched hand. The hand that had been on your own lap comes up to bring Yoongi’s closer to your view. The rings were actually beautiful and, you were thankful that the tiniest amount of light had escaped through the curtains so you could properly see them. There were four of them each covered in silver, the engravings depicting the four elements: Earth, fire, water, and air. You smile as your fingers gently examine Yoongi’s rings (hand). His hands were one of your favorite things about him. They were nearly double the size of your own, blue and green veins pushed slightly against the surface, fingernails bitten out of what you could assume as nervousness. There is a light increase in your heart rate as you continue to examine Yoongi’s hand and, if he had noticed that you stopped looking at his rings, he wasn’t showing it. You tilt his hand up so, its perpendicular to your own, your fingertips only reaching the middle of his fingers, as you place your palm against his hand.

“Your hand is small.” Yoongi whispers but, this time, you detect a different tone from him that you can’t say you’ve ever heard before.

A small smile graces your mouth as you nod.

“Against yours it is.” The whisper that leaves your lips is almost in audible, your eyes find Yoongi’s and, you find him staring back at you, the faint streetlight illuminating his face. The two of you stare at each other as you feel Yoongi’s fingers lace with your own. Your heart beats wildly in your chest as you lick your lips in attempt to compensate for the dryness in your mouth. Without warning, the two of you are leaning towards each other, your shaky breathing intertwining momentarily before, your lips press together. Yoongi audibly lets out a sigh of what literally sounds like relief as he mold his lips against yours. You rise up on your knees lightly, in an attempt to get closer to him, your free hand coming up to gently touch his face. The butterflies that had been taunting you for the past month erupt in your stomach, your heart racketing against your sternum. Yoongi’s hand that was interlaced with yours slips out of your grip and, settles on your waist instead, pulling you into his body. Your lips are beginning to move against one another and, you actually feel Yoongi’s heartbeat rattling against your hand. The thought of you having that effect on him, makes you clench between your thighs. Your body moves to make its way into his lap but, before you make it there, Yoongi is slowly pulling away. He seems reluctant to stop, his swollen lips still pecking against yours as he presses his forehead to your own.

“I don’t want to stop but, I think…”His breathing is too ragged for him to speak properly, and you press your lips to his cheek in an attempt to sooth him, even though, your breathing is just as bad. “We….should slow down….”

You nod in agreement but, relish in the fact that Yoongi is still holding you close to him, your body leaning into his chest.

“You’re right.” You whisper in return, your breath just as shaky as Yoongi maneuvers you so, that you’re tucked into the side of his body. Your hand rests on his chest and you smile as you feel his heart pummeling against the palm of your hand. The two of you lay there for a moment in complete silence, Yoongi’s fingers play with your own as you wait for the other to say something.

Surprisingly enough, it’s Yoongi who breaks the silence, his raspy whisper penetrating the darkness around you.

“Are you still scared?” He whispers softly, his eyes finding yours.

You look up towards him, a soft smile on your lips.

“No.”

Yoongi smiles back at you and, you can’t help but notice how shy he’s being, his eyes softer than you have ever seen before.

“Good.”

Maybe, the dark wasn’t so bad after all.

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What’s Your Story - 3

Pairing: Peter Quill x Reader

Summary: the reader stumbles upon Peter in a different setting.

Warning: Language also a shorter chapter very sorry

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chapter two

It was sunny outside, a little on the cold side but still sunny. You found yourself in a coffee shop that you frequented often mostly because it had free wifi and was close to your apartment so you didn’t have to take a cab. Today you just needed to get out because your apartment just didn’t feel much like home after your breakup. There was just too much in there that reminded you of your ex. Instead of doing something about it you decided to leave for the day and get some writing done. It seems like the bad vibes you’ve gotten from your apartment has inspired a writing streak and who were you to waste it.

Your phone vibrated on the table next to you. It was a text from Natasha asking where you were.

You texted her back and promptly set back down your phone to look over some notes from your notebook.

“(Y/N)?” you looked up at the sound of your name and much to your surprise you saw Peter standing before you cup of coffee in hand.

It was shocking to see him in such a different setting. It was almost like meeting him for the first time. You saw clearly in broad daylight just how attractive this man was, his facial hair was scruffier than ever and he donned a well fitted dark red leather jacket.

“Peter,” you said finally acknowledging him instead of just staring at him.

“I see you’re out here cheating on the Milano. She’s gonna be real crush by this,” He said.

“Peter it’s just past noon.”

“And?”

Rolling your eyes you decided to return the teasing, “I didn’t realize you ever left from behind the bar. Thought you were trapped there forever.”

“Alright that’s rude,” He joked then slid onto the stool next to yours his arm brushing against yours, “Whatcha working on there?”

“My book.”

“Oh really?” His eyebrow cocks up and he leans in to take a peek at your notebook that you quickly close in a slight panic, “What? Don’t I get a sneak peak?”

“What makes you so special?” you scoff.

“Am I not the person to give you the inspiration to throw caution to the wind and follow your dreams? I feel like I deserve some credit to whatever story you’ve got cooking up here,” He teases and you look up at him only to notice you’re both entire too close. His face is just inches from yours.

Your eyes for a moment drift towards his lips it would be all too easy to just lean in and kiss him. Before your mind wanders to all the thing you would like to do to the man sitting before you, you quickly snap yourself out of your thoughts. Clearing your throat you sit up and promptly a little away from Peter hoping he can’t notice just how read your face is right now, “uh, yeah, I guess you’re right about that. Sorry sharing my writing has always been a little difficult for me.”

“Well you’re gonna have to rip that bandaid off eventually. You see there’s this rumor that when you publish a book there is a small chance that people will actually read it,” he kindly informs you. You roll your eyes trying not to read too much into the red tint on his face as well.

“No shit, I always figure once it’s out of my hands and into a publishers I won’t have to worry about it,” you explain but return to your notebook anyways flipping it open slowly to the beginning of your outlines, “Fine you can take a peak but good luck reading that my handwriting it’s atrocious.”

Like a giddy school child he grabs the notebook stopping instantly when he looks at the first page you had it turned to, “you write like this? That can’t be true. This looks like a blind doctor threw their pen at this notebook and then threw it down some stairs.”

“Hey, don’t read it if you’re going to me mean.” He had a vague point, your handwriting was terrible but there was no need to be so dramatic about it.

“Sorry. Sorry.”

You rolled your eyes but he continued on reading anyways, or trying to. Nervously you bit your lip watching him read the summary of your outline.

“How on earth am I supposed to read if you’re watching me?” his eyes don’t even leave your notebook but he can sense your stares.

“How am I supposed to tell if you like it or not?” you teased back.

“Close your eyes I’ll tell you when I’m done.”

Snorting loudly you couldn’t help but commenting, “that’s what every girl wants to hear.”

“Keep it up and I’m going to write mean comments about you on the internet when you publish it,” He said trying to sound mad but failing. You pointedly looked away from him to let him decipher your notes in peace. When he finished he threw down your notebook, “I like it. At least the stuff I could piece together.”

“Yeah I get a little chaotic writing my thoughts down on paper. It makes sense to me most of the time,” You shrug closing your notebook once again, “Thank god for technology I guess. Otherwise I’d be screwed.”

“Yeah thank god for that,” he joked and leaned onto the table nursing his coffee, “what are you doing writing here anyways? Just leaning into the coffee shop writer trope?”

“There’s just a bunch of shit I need to clean out back at my place and I didn’t feel like cleaning today so I just left for a bit,” you explain.

“Ah, procrastinator, I get it,” He nods.

“Sort of,” you sigh, “It’s just a bunch of my ex’s stuff. Like I’m over it and he’s completely dead to me, except I’m not because I see all of his stuff and it’s like my heart just breaks all over again. I just want this part to be over with you know.”

Peter nods fiddling with his to-go cup, “I definitely get that.”

You give Peter a small sad smile remembering that you’re both hurting in similar ways.

“How are you doing?” you carefully ask.

He frowns and his eyebrows furrow and he thinks over your question. Slowly he answers, “I’m alright. I don’t always feel like myself but I really should have seen this coming. Guess that kind of just pisses me off sometimes.”

“Sometimes things are out of our control. There’s no use beating ourselves up about it, but we’ll probably do it anyways.”

“Enough pity party,” Peter declares waving his hand, “How does one go about publishing a book?”

“Well there’s this rumor you see that you have to actually write one. That’s like the first step,” You explain. Shocked Peter gasps nods along, “Then I don’t know.”

Peter laughed.

“Well that’s not entirely true. I reached out to an old college friend who got into publishing and he said he might be able to help me out.”

“And just like that you’re one more step closer to quitting that shitty job,” Peter grins genuinely happy for you.

“Yeah well, I don’t think I’m going to be a full time writer so I sent out some resumes to find a job. Maybe a new editing job. You know so I can eat and junk.”

Looking up from your conversation you spotted Natasha as soon as she made her entrance. From the corner of your eye you see Peter follow your gaze. She smiles once she sees you and her smile widens when she sees who your currently with.

“Isn’t that your friend?” Peter asks.

You nod, “Forgot she texted me.”

"Well isn't this a surprise," she says approaching your table, "you didn't tell me you were hanging out with someone."

She was terrible at being subtle when she wanted to, mostly when it was at your expense. You glare at her.

"You didn't ask and we just ran into each other," you explain of course she would act like this. Natasha gets the most joy when she’s embarrassing the shit out of you.

She keeps a shit eating grin plastered on her face, "oh well isn't that nice. If you guys are busy though I can be on my way."

Awkwardly Peter speaks up, bless his soul the poor guy, "I actually have to make it back to the bar soon. I'm hoping my delivery guy is actually on time today."

"That's a shame," still as cheerful as she's been this entire time she sits down across from you.

You rolled your eyes at Natasha and decided you should properly introduce them. Well in whatever way this situation could be deemed proper, “Well to properly introduce the two of you Natasha this is Peter and Peter this is Natasha. Yes she is always an asshole.”

“Alright that’s a little mean.”

“It’s nice to meet you properly,” Peter said politely with a hint of mischief, “How’s the cat?”

Natasha’s smile dropped instantly and she glared at Peter, “I will murder you.”

The cat, in fact, was going well and much to Natasha despair she and the cat bonded and were practically inseparable. She named her Liho and that cat loved the shit out of Natasha.

Laughing Peter said, “I gotta run. See y'all soon.”

And with a cheeky wink he got up and left the coffee shop. You watched as he left before turning to your best friend who was giving you a knowing smirk.

“What?”

“What? I said nothing,” Natasha says innocently.

You rolled your eyes, “Just spit it out already.”

“You guys are just so into each other why aren’t you doing something about this?” she says and before you can reply she continues, “and I know, I know, you said you’re not ready for dating or whatever but you guys are just so obvious it hurts.”

You sat waiting patiently for her to finish and when she did you asked, “you done?”

She nods with a childish pout on her face.

“Look I’m not ready for dating right now. You know how badly that asshole hurt me and if there is any potential with Peter I don’t want to ruin it by jumping in too quickly,” you explain.

“I know I’m just impatient,” she whined, “I’m sorry I’ll keep my lips shut about this from now on, promise.”

Rolling your eyes smiling, “I’m sure you will…”

chapter four

#peter quill x reader #peter quill #peter quill bartender au #starlord x reader #starlord #modern au

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Words On My Skin (Part 10)

Bucky Barnes x Reader Soulmate AU

A/N: Thank you guys for being patient with me LOL I am a really slow writer! I’ve just been really busy, lately! And having technology issues! But I’m really happy with all of your replies! Feedback gives me life and makes me want to keep writing! I love reading your comments!

I made this suuuper long, not only since I’m an asshole who keeps procrastinating… but also because I have no self-control LOL It’s over 5200 words LOL

Warnings: exercise (should be a warning because BLECKH), swearing, barely edited… IDK.

Main Masterlist // WOMS Masterlist

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Bucky: I’m sorry. Please talk to me.

Bucky: I know that you talk to me about work stuff, but I miss talking about other things… I’m sorry for pushing you.

Bucky: I just get worried about what happened when we met happening, again. I want you to be able to defend yourself, because I don’t know what I would do if you got hurt… I’m sorry. Please, come see me.

Bucky: What’s wrong? It’s 2am, and I can feel you through the bond… Are you okay?

Bucky: Can I please come see you? Steve said you looked tired, and now I’m worried…

Bucky: I don’t like communicating through FRIDAY. Can we please talk? I miss you.

Bucky: You know, we live a room apart… you can’t avoid me forever… Plus, we kind of work together…

Bucky: DID YOU SERIOUSLY JUST DIVE INTO AN EMPTY OFFICE TO AVOID STEVE AND I??

Bucky: Okay. I’ll leave you alone… I’m sorry.

Bucky: I’m going on a mission, today. Be safe while I’m gone, please.

God, you were such an asshole…

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to talk to him. Not at all. You wanted to talk to him so badly, that it felt as if you had someone squeezing your heart like a goddamn stress ball.

Hell, you were a fucking stress ball.

You missed him…

You missed talking to him, from the stupid shit to the deep, dark secrets.

You’d felt like you’d taken two steps forward and about one thousand steps back. The agreement to start opening up to each other was supposed to include shit like whatever happened in the gun range… but, if you were being honest with yourself, you were completely embarrassed. You’d totally had a friggin’ meltdown in front of him, after the stupid gun safety bullshit, but you weren’t even sure why.

You didn’t understand what you’d seen.

Remembered?

You weren’t even sure if it was a memory.

You’d been avoiding Bucky for an entire week, and yes – embarrassingly enough – you’d panicked and jumped into an empty office to have a mental breakdown about how you had no idea what to say to the man.

Handshake your fear.

That was something you’d always told yourself when times were rough, but it seemed that the words were starting to lose meaning… You said them more, as of late, than you ever have since you first heard the stupid phrase. Ever since the shit with HYDRA began.

You didn’t blame Bucky. Hell no. You couldn’t. He was just as much of a victim of HYDRA as you were.

No.

More than you were.

He’d been a victim for decades.

You didn’t blame him for your meltdown, either. He had nothing to apologize for.

You did.

You were the chicken shit that decided that the best way to deal with what happened was to avoid him, making him feel like shit. Which was not your intent. At all. You merely meant to deal with your shit in privacy… not to have him blaming himself for ‘pushing you’.

How was he supposed to know that you were going to go all melt-down on his ass?

You stared at your cellphone, the gut-wrenching feeling of guilt making tears well up in your eyes – blurring the words. You bit your lip, keeping it from doing that embarrassing wobble it did when you were about to cry. You’d wanted to talk to him, reply to his texts, and go back to having lunch together every day. You were sick of stress-cleaning, and stress-working. You just wanted your soulmate back.

You were a goddamn idiot.

“Ms. L/n,” FRIDAY’s voice startled you from your moping, “Captain Rogers is out of his meeting and will meet you in the gym.”

“Thanks, FRIDAY.” You replied, after swallowing the lump in your throat, and clearing it. “Tell him I’ll be right down.”

You turned to your computer, putting it back onto its lock screen, and glanced back at your phone.

You sighed, slowly breathing out and closing your eyes. “Just… Handshake your fear, Y/n.”

You: Please, be safe.

Your finger hovered over the ‘send’ button, debating on if you should send the message, or not.

You wanted to tell him to be safe, in person. If he was going on a mission – you’d also found out it was a freaking solo mission – you didn’t want there to be the possibility of him getting hurt, or worse, and you ignoring him and avoiding him. What if it was the last time you ever saw him? What if-

Stop it, Y/n.

Don’t even fucking think that.

“FRIDAY?” You called out, setting the phone down and gathering your items into your gym bag, “Did Bucky leave for his mission, yet?”

“Sargent Barnes left approximately fourteen minutes and thirty five seconds ago.” The AI replied, sending another pang of guilt in your chest.

Shit…

Well, it wasn’t quite what you wanted – or what Bucky deserved – but you needed to say something.

You deleted the message, starting over.

You: We’ll talk when you get back. I’m sorry. I’m an asshole. Be safe, please. You still owe me at least 3 dates. I’ll even cook you a juicy lucy as an apology for being an emotional basket case this week.

You didn’t even hesitate to hit the ‘send’ button.

Your phone pinged with a reply before you could even leave your office.

Bucky: Deal. I’ll even try eel, if it means I get to see your face. See you when I get back.

You: You’re going to wish you never even mentioned the eel. HAHA!

Bucky: Shit.

You: Language!

Bucky: Stop hanging out with Steve. He’s rubbing off on you.

Bucky: I have to shut my phone off, now… I’ll let you know when I’m on my way back. See you, soon.

You felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. You sighed in relief, slipping your phone into your gym bag and shutting the door behind you as you made your way to the part of the building where the training facilities were located. Your fingers brushed along the smooth skin of your inner wrist, thankful that you’d taken a step towards apologizing to Bucky for freaking out on him and ignoring him – like a goddamn teenager.

Speaking of teenagers…

“FRIDAY? Can you send a text message to Peter’s phone and remind him that he needs to come to the facility and sign his mission report? Also, tell him that his aunt’s birthday gift is sitting in my office, and he’s got a test on Tuesday.” You spoke into your watch, ignoring the weird looks you always received from the other workers in the building. They weren’t quite over the fact that the Avengers’ assistant ended up being the soulmate of Bucky Barnes. “Also, remind Tony that it’s almost lunchtime, and I put a container of lunch in the fridge in the lab. He also has a meeting with Secretary Ross at 4pm and remind him not to taunt the U.S. Secretary of State. Add a nice ‘please’ at the end, too.”

“Right away, Ms. L/n.” Friday responded through your watch’s speaker.

“Man, you’re bossy.” You hear from behind you, snarky tone making you roll your eyes. “Thank god you’re not my assistant.”

You turned to Caleb, a smirk lifting your lips as you shook your head. “Do tour guides get assistants?”

His hand flew to his chest in mock hurt, dark brows pulling together and mouth agape, “You wound me, L/n. I’ll have you know that I am an actual agent, thank you very much. I’m in the security department… just… manning the front desk. I just needed a job with stable hours, after Claire moved in.”

Caleb was a saint. After the death of his sister and brother-in-law, he took it upon himself to gain custody of his niece, take a desk job, and raise Claire as his own. She was two at the time of the accident that took the life of her parents. She’d been with Caleb ever since.

Five years later, and she was Caleb’s little princess.

“How did your date with Leah go?” You asked, as he followed you towards the training facilities, hands in his pockets.

“Not good.” He sighed, head falling back in annoyance as his footsteps became heavier. “She talked about her ex the whole time. Then, even though I was going to pay for the date since I was the one who asked her to come out with me, she told me she didn’t even bring her wallet. You know why? Because she was expecting me to pay.” He scoffed, trudging along after you as you passed by the regular training room – towards the Avengers’ private training area. “Like… I know I was paying anyways, but how rude.”

“I told you she was a bad seed.” You snorted, scanning your badge to gain access to the facility. “Anyways, I promised Cap that I’d be his work-out buddy, today. He probably wants to go on a run.”

“How the hell are you going to manage that? You hate cardio.”

“I know.” You grimaced, leaning against the opened door. “Anyways, tell Claire I loved the picture she drew me, and it’s up on my wall. Her and I need some girl-talk, soon, so bring her by sometime. Her and I can make glitter slime, again.”

“Please get her to like something other than that slime crap.” He groaned, turning on his heel and heading down the hall. “My kitchen table has glue, shaving cream, little glitter piles, and dawn dish soap all over it. I have more contact solution than I know what to do with. I don’t even wear contacts.”

“Not my fault you can’t say no to her!” You call back with a chuckle, watching as he stuck up his middle finger, before rounding the corner. Your chuckle turned into a loud yelp when you turned around, Steve standing right in front of you with his arms crossed. “Holy shit fuck, Steve. Do I need a little bell for you, too? I seriously bought one for Bucky.”

“Who was that?” Steve asked with a frown, eyebrows pulled together as he stared in the direction that Caleb had gone. “You’re late.”

“That’s my friend, Caleb. He works the security desk.” You raise an eyebrow, scooting by so you could set your bag on the bench and stretch on the mats. You could see Natasha doing a one-on-one training with one of the female agents, teaching her how to use her small stature as an advantage to beat her opponent – who just so happened to be Clint. “Anyways, I’m only five minutes late. I was… texting Bucky.”

His face lit up at the mention of you talking to Bucky, grin stretching across his features. “You mean you’re finally done ignoring him?”

Well fuck, Cap.

You paused, a small lump forming in your stomach. Maybe it was a bad idea, agreeing to work out with Bucky’s best friend when you were being an asshole to him all week. “I wasn’t… ignoring him… I was avoiding him.”

“Why?” Steve frowned, sitting down on the mat across from you, helping you with your stretching. “Straighten your back.”

You followed his advice, trying to loosen up your muscles before they got overworked, and straightening your back. “I was embarrassed.”

“About what?”

“Boy, aren’t you full of a lot of questions, today?” You raise an eyebrow, lump moving from your throat to a knot in your stomach. “Anyways, didn’t Bucky already tell you?”

“Nope.” He shook his head, blonde hair flopping into his eyes. He needed a haircut, as well. You should schedule him one. “He said that it was your business, but he felt bad because he pushed you, or something. I don’t know. He wasn’t very specific.” He pushed your legs together, pushing down gently on your tops of your feet then pushing back up. “All I know is he’s been moping all week, and he didn’t want to say anything about what happened in the gun range.” He motioned for you to lean forward, “Touch your toes.”

You leaned forward, legs flush with the floor and leaning forward to grasp the tips of your shoes – feeling the pull through your hamstrings, “I… didn’t mean to make him think I was ignoring him.” You sighed, but it came out more as a huff as you leaned as far forward as you could. “I was embarrassed about how I reacted, and didn’t know what to say… I’ve never… I’ve never had anyone care so much, before.”

“He does.” Steve heaved himself up, holding out his hands to help you off the ground. “Care, I mean.”

“I know.” You crossed your arms over your chest, watching as he stretched his arms behind his head. “I’m an asshole.”

“No, you’re not.” He snorted, leading you over to the weights, handing you the ten pound weights as he grabbed obnoxiously large weights on the other end of the rack. “Strength first, then cardio.”

“Why cardio? Are you punishing me?” You whined, copying his form as you started reps – careful of your shoulder injury. “It’s because I’m an asshole, isn’t it?”

“You’re not an… can you stop calling yourself that?” He huffed, barely breaking a sweat with his annoyingly large weights. “Cardio is good for you. Not only that, but if there’s ever an emergency… you need to run. Fast.”

You bit your lip, staying silent for a few reps. He had a point. Who would’ve thought that being the soulmate of a former assassin turned Avenger would be so freaking dangerous, right? Duh, you idiot. There is literally no job more dangerous than theirs. They had more enemies than you could’ve ever imagined. Also, being their freaking assistant? Have you lost your damn mind? Of course, it’s dangerous, they literally told you from the beginning that there was a chance that your life would be in danger. You should probably get over… whatever the fuck there was to get over… and learn how to properly shoot a... gun.

“Do you-” You paused, gulping down the lump caught in your throat and steadying your breathing, “- Do you think that… Something bad will happen to me? Do you think… Is HYDRA still gunning for my death or capture?”

He stopped his reps, sitting down on the bench and lowering his weights onto the floor. “What’s this about?”

“Well…” You set your little weights onto the bench, arms starting to burn from your reps, “Bucky wants me to learn how to shoot a gun. I’m not allowed out of the confines of the compound without security, and you’re training me to defend myself.” You sat down on the mat, thankful that you hadn’t completely started sweating, yet. “It just seems like… there’s more to the story than what I’m being told.”

“There is.”

You jumped at the voice coming from behind you, as Natasha walked over to grab her water bottle that was sitting on the bench a few feet away.

“Natasha-”

“No, Steve.” You cut him off, a frown forming on your face. “I want to know what she’s talking about.”

“She deserves to know, Steve.” Natasha took a long pull from her water, sweat dripping down the smooth skin of her chest. God, why couldn’t you be blessed with beauty like hers? “It’s her safety.”

You raised an eyebrow, a surge of annoyance running through your veins as your jaw tightened. “Steve?”

“Okay…” He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment and leaning his head back on the wall, muttering that Bucky was going to kill him.

“Bucky knows?” You growled, springing up from your spot on the floor and crossing your arms over your chest in anger, shoulders tensing. “What the hell is happening? What’s so bad that it has Bucky flipping out over my safety and all of you apparently not being allowed to tell me?”

“HYDRA had some… files on you.” Steve looked up, light eyes meeting yours. His lips were pursed in frustration. Probably frustrated that he was the one who had to tell you, and not Bucky. Join the fucking club, bub. “They were pretty thorough.”

“What do you mean thorough?” You snapped, nails digging into the skin of your palms as you fought to keep your cool. “How much shit do they know about me?”

“Well… I didn’t see all the files.” Steve hesitated, leaning his elbows on his knees and scratching at the stubble that was forming along his jaw. “We didn’t want to invade your privacy.”

“How. Much.” You repeated, a small pang of pain in your chest, every time your heart took a beat. You felt like you kept getting stabbed in the chest with a long toothpick, over and over. “How much shit do they have on me?”

“Too much.” Natasha replied for him, leaning against the wall while watching the exchange between the two of you. “They have too much information on you.”

“Were you able to get the files and delete them off the servers?” You pinched the bridge of your nose, pain radiating from your chest to your stomach. If you weren’t careful, you were going to give yourself a goddamn ulcer from stress. “How many people do you think had access to my information?”

“We can’t be sure. We deleted what they had at the base, but… we don’t know if there are any physical copies or who’s seen the files.” Steve answered, standing back up from his spot on the bench. “How about we talk about this when Bucky gets back?”

“How long has Bucky known?” You glared at the two of them, voice cracking at the end of your question.

“I think… no matter what my answer is gets him in trouble.” Steve bit his lip, moving to put the unused weights back in their spot on the rack. “How about we just move straight to cardio? We can do strength later.”

“You guys can’t keep shit like this from me, Steve!” You ignored his awful suggestion of cardio, feeling like you could cry from frustration. “Not only am I Bucky’s soulmate, but I’m your fucking assistant! I leave the compound to run errands, I fill out your paperwork, I go to your meetings when you’re gone, and I have family and friends outside from the compound! I can’t just be kept in the dark about this shit! What if they sneak up on me when I’m running an errand? What if they go after my parents? What if they go after Farida or her husband? Or her baby? What if they-”

“Okay, Y/n, stop.” Natasha glared at you from her spot against the wall, tone demanding. Her usual coldness far icier than usual, making you stop and take a breath. “First of all, you knew what you signed up for when you took this job. An assistant job for the Avengers? You knew the risks of getting involved with us. And need I remind you that you’re yelling at your boss?”

Technically, Pepper Potts was your boss.

“Natasha-” Steve tried to intervene, seeing the situation start to escalate further as Natasha took a step towards you.

“Second of all-” She continued, also ignoring Steve, “- We’re taking preventative measures so that you can protect yourself. What happens on a mission is technically none of your goddamn business, so this little temper tantrum you’re having is pointless. Bucky didn’t want to worry you, so he didn’t want us to tell you. Too bad. Take it up with your goddamn soulmate and stop whining about it to us.”

“What the hell is your problem, Natasha?” You shook your head, ignoring how close she was to you. Trying to intimidate you.

“Y/n-” Steve shook his head, but Natasha didn’t let him finish.

“Your little helpless girl act is my problem!” She growled, taking another step towards you and starting to invade your personal space. Helpless girl act? Is she for real? “I don’t trust it. She finds out after a few hours of knowing us that she’s Bucky’s soulmate, and suddenly she’s being attacked in the same day? She gets drugged at a bar, and no one – not even trained agents – saw anything? HYDRA suddenly has all these files on her three weeks after we meet her? I don’t trust it.”

“Natasha-” Steve tried again, but you cut him off.

“You mean to tell me that you’ve all fucking known about these files for months?” You shouted incredulously, taking a step forward and throwing your hands up in frustration. “What the hell!”

“Back the fuck up, L/n.” Natasha hissed, raising an eyebrow, “I’ll only say it once.”

“LADIES!” Steve yelled, pushing himself in the middle of where you stood toe to toe with her, making you both take a step back. “Knock it off. Now.” He turned to Natasha, jaw tight with anger, “Go take a walk, Nat. Now.”

She huffed, rolling her eyes as she swiped her water bottle off the bench and stormed off, red hair swinging behind her.

Steve turned to you, shaking his head and crossing his arms. “What the hell was that?”

“I don’t know.” You sighed, shoulders sagging in defeat. That was completely out of line. “I just… got mad. I don’t understand what I have to do to get her to trust me.”

“Well, channel your anger into something else.” His tense posture loosened up, a little, as he calmed down. “As for Nat… She’ll come around. She doesn’t trust easily. She’s always been that way.”

“I hope you’re right.” You followed him towards the treadmills. “Also, I’m not going to let this go. You guys seriously can’t keep things like this from me. I’m not saying this as your assistant or colleague. I’m saying this as Bucky’s soulmate. I don’t need surprises.” You leaned against the treadmill, dreading cardio. At least your anger was starting to dissipate a little. She just freaked out on you because she doesn’t trust you. You would just have to prove your trust to her. “If I am going to be dealing with HYDRA and your enemies the rest of my life, I need to know what I’m getting myself into. It’s different as an assistant. It’s not as… personal.”

“I understand.” Steve replied, letting out a long sigh as he ran his hand through his hair. “I’m sorry we kept it from you. Don’t be mad at Bucky… he was concerned that it would upset you. He didn’t want to scare you.”

“I’m already scared.” You shook your head, hopping up on the machine and starting it at a normal-paced walk. Your nightmares hadn’t let up. They were worse, now, because your father’s bloody face had replaced the monster. You’d never felt scared of your father, before, and suddenly he was in your nightmares. “That doesn’t mean I shouldn’t know.”

“You’re right.” Steve started his machine at a brisk walk, warming up for his usual sprinting. “Also, if it makes you feel any better… I trust you…” He sped the machine up a little more, gesturing for you to do the same. “Not just as my assistant, but as the soulmate of my best friend.”

It did.

It made you feel a little better.

“Thanks, Steve.”

Fuck this cardio, you wanted Chipotle.

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“Ms. L/n,” FRIDAY interrupted your dinner with Wanda in the kitchen, making the both of you jump. “Sargent Barnes is due to arrive in approximately five minutes.”

You lit up, feeling like you could breathe again, knowing that Bucky was coming back and was – hopefully – unharmed. “Thanks, FRIDAY. Any injuries?”

“None that require medical attention.”

You breathed out a long sigh, thankful that he was okay and glancing over to Wanda, “To be continued? I want to hear about your time with Vision.”

“To be continued.” She chuckled, sliding your plate over to her side of the table and digging in to your chicken, “Go see your man. You should finally kiss him. I’ll be disappointed if you don’t. It would be totally romantic. Some make-up romance.”

“Shut up.” You groaned at her, jumping out of your chair and thankful that you were not still in your work attire and heels. You’d been forced to take a shower, due to Tony accidentally spilling motor oil all down the front of you while you helped him with a project. “We’ll talk later.”

“Kiss him!” She yelled after you, as you took off in the direction of the staircase. “DO IT!”

You tried not to run, not wanting to make any of the agents believe that there was any danger, but you walked so briskly that some of the agents stared at you, anyways. That, and they always stared at you. You were Bucky’s soulmate, after all.

Ignoring them, you felt excitement bubbling up in your chest, not sure if it was yours, Bucky’s, or a combination of the two of you. Either way, you just wanted to see his face.

It had been a whole thirty hours since he’d left for his solo mission, and over seven days since you’d talked to him in person. You missed him. You just wanted to hug his stupid ass and steal him away from the team for the rest of the month… sadly, he’d have to go to debrief with Steve and Fury.

“Where’s the fire?” Tony joked as you jogged by him and Pepper standing in the hallway.

“Leave her alone, Bucky’s back from Puebla, today.” You heard Pepper scold, before rounding the corner.

Puebla? As in Mexico?

The hell was he doing in Mexico?

You yanked open the door leading to the landing pad, realizing that the jet was already landed and parked.

When you spotted him, your heart leapt, freezing you on the spot.

Bucky was standing there, talking to one of the mechanics, arm gleaming in the setting sun. Even though it was fairly brisk in the fall weather, he had removed the top half of his suit, standing there in a tight undershirt and his tactical pants.

As if he sensed your presence, his head turned, and his eyes went straight to your frozen form – which was shivering with your damp hair, tee shirt, and leggings. His face lit up into a large grin, and he gave you a small wave as he finished what he was saying to the mechanic.

He shook the woman’s hand, turning away from her and jogging over to where you were currently gawking. His face was streaked with dirt, little tendrils of hair falling into his face but promptly being pushed away by his dark, vibranium hand. “Hi.”

“Hi.” You replied, unable to keep your lips from lifting into a large grin. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.”

You couldn’t help yourself, as you rushed at him. You jumped up, throwing your arms around his neck as he caught you with a small laugh, and you buried your face into his neck. The stubble that had grown in the last week scratched against your cheek, as you breathed in his smell. A rush of relief shot through your veins, the skin of your tattoo tingling, as you tightened your arms around him. “I’m sorry.”

His arms, which had wrapped around your middle to hold you up, tightened as his cheek pressed against the side of your head. “I’m sorry, too.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” You replied into his neck, voice muffled as tears welled up in your eyes. Why the fuck were you crying? “I’m an asshole.”

“No, you’re not.” He murmured, setting you down far enough so your feet touched the ground, but not letting go of you. “I’m an asshole for pushing you, even though you said you didn’t want to shoot guns. I never should’ve pushed.”

“Neither of us knew that I would freak out like that.” You sighed, never wanting to leave the cocoon of warmth that was surrounding you from his body. He was like your own personal heater in the brisk, fall weather. “I shouldn’t have ignored you. I was embarrassed about how I freaked out. I’m not good at talking about my own feelings… I didn’t know what to say, and I should’ve just talked to you. We agreed to talk about deep stuff, more. I’m sorry.”

He pulled back a little, after hearing the crack in your voice and realizing that there were tears wetting the collar of his shirt. “Hey, why are you crying, darlin’?”

You chuckled, leaving your arms around his neck as he gently wiped away your tears with his thumbs, the contrast of his warm flesh and cool vibranium leaving goosebumps on your arms – a shiver running down your spine. “Honestly? I don’t know. I never cry this much. You’re ruining me.”

“Crybaby.” He teased, pulling you back into his chest and pressing his face against the crown of your head. “Steve told me about the fight with Natasha… are you okay?”

You nodded, sagging a little in his embrace. “She… has her reasons for not trusting me. I get it. I feel bad about arguing with her.”

“Steve said she was being a bitch.” He snorted, vibranium hand running along the top of your back. “I should’ve told you about the files. I just… didn’t want to worry you. I could already tell that… the nightmares…”

“I forgive you. Just keep me informed, from now on, okay?” You shifted, leaning back so you could examine his face. “So… Puebla?”

“It was a useless trip. The lead was a dead end.” He sighed, hands shifting so they were holding your waist. He gave you a small smile, eyes crinkling in the corners in that cute way that they always did when he smiled. Even though his skin was covered in dirt and sweat, you had the urge to kiss him all over the face about a million times… but you weren’t quite in that part of your relationship, yet. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” You giggled, feeling giddy that you were finally in his arms, again.

“Like the sun shines outta’ my ass.”

You shook your head with a snort, rolling your eyes at him. “That was… colorful.”

“What can I say? I’m a real charmer.” He laughed, leaning forward so his forehead was pressed against yours. Your eyes slipped closed, as you felt the warmth of his breath against your face. “I really missed you, though. I… kinda’ felt empty all week. Like I was missing a piece of me.”

“Me, too.”

“I kind of can’t live without you, so please don’t go anywhere, okay?” He admitted, hands gliding down to the curve of your hips, making your breath hitch.

“I… can’t live without you, either.” You smiled, eyes still closed you felt the tip of his nose just barely brush against yours, and your breathing increased in speed, “I’m… happy you’re my soulmate.”

“I-”

“Ms. L/n,” FRIDAY interrupted him from your watch, making you jump back a little. “There seems to be a situation at the front entrance, and Mr. Stark requests your presence.”

“What the hell?” You frowned, letting Bucky go with a small huff of irritation. “FRIDAY, what’s going on at the front gate?”

“A woman claiming to be your mother has requested access through the checkpoint,” FRIDAY explained, “She refuses to leave until she sees you.”

“My mother?” Your body tensed, a feeling of dead leaving a pit in your stomach and making Bucky frown in confusion, “She’s… She’s here?”

Oh, shit…

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Fearful of Love // pt. 1

Word Count: 2.4k

Genre: Romance/Angst

Author’s Note: There are 10 parts to this! I’ll be posting a part every day. I have done light editing to this and it’s quite old but I hope you enjoy nontheless! (ps. lawd he fine okie bye)

Prologue

The heart is a terrible thing…

The muscle that keeps you alive and yet makes your life a living hell, a muscle that causes you to think and make decisions irrationally, all due to idiotic emotions that bring nothing but headache.

It was a hard task, trying to ignore everything. It was difficult to ignore the obvious fact that I had fallen head over heels for you, to ignore the joy that rose in my entire being as I saw you every day, the pain in my chest, but soon it became impossible. The realization that my heart had taken over came far too quickly and it scared me to death. I wasn’t ready.

You broke through the brick walls around my heart in a mere few months. It terrified me that I enjoyed your company so much, that I enjoyed YOU so much. Even when I tried to push you away you never backed down. You were persistent, stubborn and I’ve never met someone so insistent on becoming closer to me and learning more about me.

But you didn’t realize just how terrified I was, how my heart has never bought me any good for long. You couldn’t understand and I hurt the both of us due to my fear. I hurt us both because of my stupid heart and my stupid, stupid decision to let you break down my walls and get to know the real me.

Why did I bring this pain onto myself?

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“We are all damaged in our own way. Nobody’s perfect. I think we are all somewhat screwy, every single one of us.” – Johnny Depp

November 4th

Some moments I wondered why I decided to go to college. Like in this moment, where I was leaning on the counter of the coffee shop I worked at, head throbbing and frustration at its highest point as I tried desperately to understand the math homework I had in front of me, the homework that my teacher decided not to explain to the whole class in full detail.

To be fair I didn’t have to go to college, the decision was completely voluntary.

‘Oh I’ll go to college and get my degree!’

It’s like I forgot the years of school hell I went through in my adolescence right after I graduated. All the useless homework and how goddamn stressful it was. College wasn’t any better, if anything it was even more stressful and irritating. Because how was math connected to a liberal arts degree at all?

Geeze, can’t I just drop out?

“Hey! What have I told you about trying to do homework while working?”

I cringed, the sound of my boss’s voice breaking the silence in the store. My head only got worse at the loud noise.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that nobody’s really come in and I really need to finish this assignment.”

A sigh left his lips as he walked over to the counter, his eyes scanning my work before moving up to me. “You look like you’re dying. If you work too hard your brain is going to pop.”

“I know, I know, you tell me that every time I come into work. Remember?” I closed my books, placing them back into my backpack behind the counter. “Besides I think my brain popped a long time ago. That’s why I can’t get these stupid problems right.”

Sympathy washed over his expression, and he rested his hand atop my head, ruffling my hair. “Go home, eat, take a break. You’ll get your assignments done. It’s time for you to get off anyways.”

I frowned, pulling out my phone to look at the time. 6 o’clock, did four hours really go by that quickly?

“Oh! I didn’t even realize!” I grabbed my backpack and tugged it onto my shoulders before untying my apron, handing it to my boss, “I’ll see you!”

He smiled, taking my apron and waving his hand to dismiss me, “Yeah yeah I’ll see you kid!”

“I wish your boss was as nice as mine.”

A smile stretched across my lips as I looked at the pouting boy in front of me, his hands moving furiously as he expressed his frustrations. “The only thing my boss does is yell at me all day. ‘Yah Jungkook go take this out’, ‘Jungkook stock these shelves’, ‘Jungkook you went over your break by five minutes, now go clean the restrooms.’ I’m a head cashier, my job description is to check out items, help customers and make sure my area is clean. I don’t work on the floor and I’m not a janitor, I don’t understand why he’s so insistent on making me do everything. Is it because I’m the youngest employee?”

“You know I would try and help you get a job at the coffee shop I work at, but your complaints are just too funny.” I said, laughing as he threw a napkin towards my face.

“Asshole.” He mumbled, swallowing the chicken he stuffed in his mouth before speaking, “So how is homework going?”

“Terrible, I’m going to drop out I swear.” I huffed in anger, “I don’t understand why my math teacher is making the homework so hard. Not only do I not understand the work, but I have to turn in 60 finished problems by 11:59 tonight. I even asked him after class for extra help, but he just told me to get a tutor or read the textbook.”

Jungkook laughed, “Some teachers are jerks. But you know I could just ask one of my friends if he could help you. He tutors me all the time.”

I shook my head, placing my fork down after I finished my food, “It’s alright, I think I’ll text Seokjin and see if he’s free. He’s always willing to help me.”

“Does this mean we can’t play Mario Kart together at your dorm tonight?”

“Jungkook, I’m pretty positive you have homework to do as well.”

“I do…but help me procrastinate I don’t want to do it.”

I rolled my eyes, pulling out my wallet as soon as the waitress came over with the check. I put my portion of the bill down before standing to my feet, deciding to text Seokjin while I waited for him to gather his things.

Hey Jin! Are you doing anything? I need help with my math homework. I don’t understand it at all :(-Sent 6:55pm

*new message*

Jin: I’m not doing anything at all! Meet in the library at 7:30 as usual? – Received 6:57pm

Yep see you t-

Suddenly my phone slipped from my fingers and onto the floor and I groaned as I felt a body collide with mine.

“Shit I’m sorry, are you okay?”

I bent down to pick up my phone, inspecting my screen for cracks before standing up straight. The voice that asked the question was deep, definitely unfamiliar. I raised my gaze to the guy who bumped into me, watching his eyes as they filled with more worry the longer I waited to respond.

“I’m fine, thank you. Are you okay?” I asked, a small smile finding my lips as he let out a breath of relief. A bright smile replaced the worried frown on his lips and for some reason the air suddenly seemed lighter in the restaurant.

“I’m okay.” He assured, before someone yelled out ‘Taehyung!’, his name I assumed being that he quickly said goodbye and walked to the person behind the shout.

A shove to my shoulders brought me from the daze I hadn’t even realized I was in, my gaze leaving the back of the guy who’d bumped into me and to Jungkook who stared at me in question. I shook my head, waving my hand to dismiss any worry before walking out the restaurant.

(*~~*)

“Hey Taehyunggie, since you’re an honor student do you think you could help me with my essay for history?”

“Don’t help him! He’s lazy, help me with my science homework. If I don’t finish this I’ll fail. We can even play video games afterwards and hang out, it’ll be fun!”

Jimin glared daggers at the group of Taehyung’s new found ‘friends’. In moments like these he really wished Taehyung weren’t so much of a people pleaser like himself.

The expression on Taehyung’s face displayed just how saddened he was by the questions he was being bombarded with. He knew very well that these students didn’t befriend him because they liked him, but because he was an honor student and they wanted to use him.

He understood this completely and yet here he was, quickly putting on a smile and nodding. Letting out a ‘Sure I’ll help you guys’ and avoiding Jimin’s burning gaze. He already knew what his best friend’s expression was, a look of annoyance and disappointment because he had agreed to do homework other than his own for the millionth time.

The table began to get louder as they all thanked him and after they ate and split the bill everyone gave Taehyung the assignments to work on. As they dispersed Jimin was the only one left and he watched as Taehyung put the newly retrieved assignments in his backpack before standing and walking out of the restaurant.

“You’re not going to do their homework.” Jimin said, walking alongside his friend.

Taehyung sighed, “I already agreed to it, Jimin. Besides the work I have today isn’t that bad. I’ll be finished with all of this by tonight and tomorrow if I work hard.”

Jimin stopped walking, grabbing Taehyung’s arm and looking at him straight in the eyes, noticing the sadness that was swimming in his brown orbs, “Taehyung those are not your friends, they’re using you just like everybody in high school did. I wish you would see that-”

“I do see that, but if they really need help then I won’t just leave them-”

“Taehyung they don’t need your help! They’re lazy assholes who think that they can just boss you around and get you to do whatever they want because you can’t say no! Why do you allow them to keep doing this to you?!”

Taehyung stayed silent. He understood Jimin’s frustration, hell he understood because he himself was frustrated. He had no idea why he couldn’t just say no, he knew very well that they were only using him and it would end like it always did. They would get their assignments done and then act like he didn’t exist until they needed his help again. He wasn’t even getting paid to do their homework; he was doing it for free.

It wasn’t like he was desperate for friends; he was completely okay with hanging out with just Jimin. He didn’t gain anything from doing this, he didn’t even like doing the extra homework. He did enough work in the classes he had to take for his major; music. There was really no excuse for it besides the fact that he was a complete pushover who was so use to people using him for his brain that it became routine to just say yes and do it.

“Old habits are hard to break.” Taehyung said finally, breaking away from his friend and walking into the dorm building. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He could hear the exhausted sigh that Jimin let out as he made his way to his room.

‘Clans can show how we still pick sexual partners or mates even today as seen in page 10, in the example it sssssssss’

Taehyung groaned, his forehead colliding with the keyboard of his laptop. He had finished his assignments and nearly all of the assignments that he was given. He just needed to finish this last one, a paper for history, and he didn’t feel like writing long drawn out intelligent ideas. In fact he would love nothing more than sleep being that it was a little past eleven and he had to wake up in a couple hours.

He hadn’t even realized he fell asleep with his head on his laptop until his phone rang, waking him up immediately. He didn’t bother looking at the caller ID.

“Hello?”

“Taehyung it’s Namjoon, what are you doing?”

Taehyung smiled, “Ah hey Joon, nothing much just trying to finish this assignment. Why do you ask?”

“I’m in Yoongi’s studio not too far from campus, we wanted to see if you would come and help out with a song we’re working on.”

His smile quickly faltered as he looked at the screen of his computer and the now thousands of S’s his face typed. He could finish it tomorrow right? He was itching to hear the song Namjoon was referring to.

“Yeah sure, I’ll be there in a few.” He replied, hanging up the phone and grabbing his sweater before locking his dorm room and making his way to the studio. It wasn’t too far, it was a small studio apartment Yoongi had rented that was not even a fifteen minute walk away from campus. He let Taehyung use it a few times to finish his assignments, while other times he usually just invited him (and sometimes Jimin) to listen to new songs he needed opinions for. He enjoyed visiting, it was a lot of fun.

He knocked on the door, listening to the barely audible music playing in the studio. It wasn’t until Namjoon opened the door did he hear the music loud and clear.

The soundproof panels Yoongi put up really worked well huh…

“I thought you had an assignment to finish?” Namjoon asked as he closed the door behind Taehyung, sitting back down next to Yoongi, who was writing, and watching as Taehyung pulled up a chair. Sighing as he flopped down in the seat.

“It isn’t my assignment.” He said, watching as a small ‘tsk’ left Yoongi’s lips.

Yoongi lifted his head from his notebook, turning in his chair to look at Taehyung. He noticed the bags under his eyes and the red tint in his eyes alerting the two upperclassmen that he was obviously tired, exhausted even. “Do you need me to tell these stupid fuckers to quit asking you to do their homework, because I will. You’re exhausted and have enough on your plate.”

Taehyung shook his head, “I’m fine, really.”

Both Namjoon and Yoongi gave him a look, showing him that they were anything but convinced.

“There’s going to come a point where you’re sick and tired of doing other people’s work for them and you’ll finally say no. I’m hoping that day comes soon, for the sake of your health and sanity.” Yoongi said, before turning back to his notebook.

Namjoon gave Taehyung a small sympathetic smile, patting his shoulder. “So about the song…”

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Summary: We kissed, Keith! Was it really so bad?

In which Lance Kisses Keith. Keith freaks out. And these dorks are trying to figure things out. (College AU)

Warnings: Just a bit of angst with a happy ending cause it’s Klance and they deserve to be happy! Also this turned out way longer than planned.

“WE KISSED, KEITH!”

The music could softly be heard inside the room. Yet all Keith could focus on were Lance’s uneven breaths.

How the quiznak had they gotten here? They were finally getting along! After all the bickering and endless arguing in high school, they could finally get along! They were juniors at Altea University and had grown up a bit. Yes, they still fought, and Lance still made fun of his mullet, but they were friends. When the rest of the group couldn’t make it to lunch they would go to Sunny’s Café. They would do homework together and enjoy it. Because it was Keith and Lance, the fantastic duo. And now…

Well now… they couldn’t even have a stupid conversation. Lance couldn’t even look at him. All because of that stupid night. That one stupid night that Keith wished so badly he could erase from time.

“Was it really so bad?”

Lance is on the floor now, knees to his chest as his hands cover his face. He sounds damaged. His voice can’t help but crack towards the end.

Once again all that can be heard is the soft echo of the music. The light is dim, but Keith has never felt this vulnerable before. Standing on the opposite wall from Lance, all he can do is think of that stupid night.

It was past 11. He should have been getting ready for bed, but he had a paper due in two days. And the only time he could edit it was tonight at 11:25 pm or tomorrow at 11:25 pm. Why couldn’t he have Pidge’s brain? She probably already printed hers out. And even if she hadn’t, he knew she would finish in less than an hour and still receive an A on it.

Stupid procrastination!

So he continued working. Typing and retyping words to the best of his abilities when his phone lit up. He wasn’t surprised when he saw Sharpshooter on the message icon. After all, everyone else had their shit together. It was only Lance and Keith who would pray Hail Marys every time they received a project or test back. Always declaring they would be better at time management next time around. It was a vicious cycle, really.

Opening it, he couldn’t help but smile.

Want waffles?

By now it was 12:45 AM. If he was going to stop working on his paper, he might as well go to sleep. Tomorrow was already going to be a hell of a day. Keith could only debate on the pros and cons of getting waffles when he received another text.

Or want to come with me to go get my waffles cause you love me and don’t want anything to happen to me?

That simple text made Keith’s mind up. He wanted waffles! And Lance’s safety of course, but mostly waffles.

Are you sure Sunny’s open?

As soon as he sent the text, Keith was putting on the first jeans he found on the floor and his red jacket. He had only put on one of his boots when he heard a knock on his door. Quickly finding the other and stuffing his foot in, he opened the door to find the only person that could get under his skin.

“So, Sunny’s is closing at 1 but they told me they would wait for us if we get there in like ten,” Lance greets him. His hands are stuffed in his pockets as he continues to casually thrown in, “So I thought we could take the motorcycle and be there and back in a quickie…”

Letting out a sigh, Keith walks beside Lance as he strictly reminds him, “Lance. How many times do I have to tell you? Red is for emergency’s, work, and the occasional beer run. But not for waffles. Just call them, and tell them we’ll find someplace else.”

“Uhh… Well… About that… They’re already making our usual. I may have called them a minute before I texted you.”

Keith can only glare at Lance as he starts making his way to Red. Lance only gives him an abashed smile as he continues to say, “Plus, we both know there are no waffles like Sunny’s waffles. Come on! After a long day, we can both use a good waffle and hot chocolate.”

Keith can only chuckle as he hands Lance his spare helmet and says, “Well what if I had told you that I couldn’t do waffles tonight? Or I didn’t want one?”

Lance freezes in place before simply stating, “Keith. It’s Sunny’s waffles. There’s no way in quiznak you would turn me down. The only reality where that would happen is if you had been brainwashed by some evil villain who obviously didn’t know what they were missing out on because they have never had a Sunny’s waffle.”

Keith can only shake his head at Lance’s words. But Lance knows he’s smiling because he has caught him too many times trying to hold back a smile.

So there they were, driving to Sunny’s Café at 1 in the morning for stupid waffles. Lance was right. With Red they had been there and back in a quickie. Like always, they went to Keith’s studio and had the food spread out on his bed. It wasn’t the first and it probably wouldn’t be the last. But both of them enjoyed these little midnight breakfasts the best.

“So what do you think of my paper so far?” Keith uttered as he took another bite of his waffle.

On the way back, he had told Lance the only way he would forgive himself for getting waffles is if Lance checked over his paper and gave him an opinion. Lance kept squinting his eyes at some parts when he answered, “Solid A. Although you may want to revise the last three pages. Some sentences could be phrased better.”

Keith kept nodding his head to Lance’s advice when he finally announced, “Okay. Enough school. Start eating your waffles before they get too cold.”

So they kept joking around as they ate. Talking about the latest saying Professor Coran had been using in an attempt to get “down” with the “kids.” It was 2:37 AM when they finally settled into a nice silence. Both laid on the bed, looking at the glow in the dark stars Keith had added to the ceiling.

Peace. They were both at peace. At least until Keith asked Lance, “What are you thinking about?”

All he heard in response was a chuckle that made him turn his head to look at Lance. Lance kept staring at the ceiling as he softly uttered, “Trust me, you don’t want to know.”

Realizing something was on Lance’s mind, he quickly sat up, stating, “Lance… talk to me.”

Letting out a puff of air, Lance mimicked Keith as he simply murmured, “I’m just tired I guess. I’m fine though. Or I will be once I get some sleep.” He gives Keith his famous smile. The one he uses on all the girls. But he knows Keith can see right through it when he hears him say, “Lance. Look, if you don’t want to talk I won’t push you. But I will always want to know what you’re thinking… Good or bad. I will always want to know.”

Keith gives him his own reassuring smile. And it makes Lance’s heart flutter as he blubbers, “It’s just… I talked to my family today and they all mentioned how proud they are of me. How I’m going to be the first one in our entire family to actually graduate from University and set an example for the younger ones. How I have come so far and how far I’ll go.”

Lance gets quiet once again and Keith takes it as a moment to encourage as he whispers, “But?”

Letting out another puff of air, Lance finishes with, “But I’m tired of being the golden child. The one who feels like they always have to act like they have everything figured out and be on top of everything. Keith, I’m struggling. I’m struggling in school and I’m trying so hard. So hard to be that example. And… it’s hard to tell that to my parents when their only words of advice is, ‘It’s okay Lance. You’ll figure it out.’”

Worry washes over Keith’s face as he moves himself in front of Lance to offer, “Hey… It’s normal to struggle. I struggle. Even Pidge struggles.”

Lance lifts his gaze to glare at him as Keith quickly adds, “Okay, so maybe not Pidge. But it’s okay to feel a bit overwhelmed. And… you can always come talk to me at any time. Quiznak, you already spend most of your time here anyway! I’ll just be your therapist on top of being your best friend, house inn, chauffeur for waffles… study buddy…”

Lance can’t help but crack a smile at Keith’s attempt to make him feel better. He keeps hearing the long list of things Keith apparently does for him when Keith stops his mumbling to say, “You know I should really start charging for my services.”

Lance furrows his eyebrows as he quickly retorts, “HEY! I do WAY MUCH MORE for you! I make sure you study and give you my FREE advice! Not to mention I protect you from yourself!”

Keith can only smirk at Lance as he quips, “From myself? Really? When have you-“

“Your MULLET KEITH!” Lance shouts right back, interrupting him mid-sentence.

Keith can only roll his eyes as he hears Lance continue to yell, “How many times have I told you about the MULLET? But do you listen? Not to mention I make sure you eat! If it wasn’t for me you’d be dead by now for starving yourself. And don’t even get me start on your horrible habit of overworking! I’m always ensuring you have some time to relax between classes and work! I’m practically the one who-“

THUMP!

For a second they both stay still until Lance calmly states, “You just hit me with a pillow.”

Keith tries his best to hold back a chuckle, but fails as he manages to get out, “Well you wouldn’t shut up…”

At hearing Keith’s words, Lance quickly utters, “Oh I’ll shut you up!” before attacking him.

They wrestle for a bit. Each shouting empty threats as one tries to get an upper hand. It’s not until Keith pins Lance down that they finally halt. Both are breathing hard as Keith’s lips form a smirk in triumph. He’s just about to mumble a shout in victory when he notices a hue of red spread across Lance’s cheeks. It’s only then he realizes their predicament.

He can feel Lance’s breath on his cheeks. Each hand holds one of Lance’s as their fingers intertwine. His body straddles Lance as his knees touch Lance’s hips. He has never seen Lance’s blue eyes up close. But QUIZNAK… does he let himself drown in them.

Keith can feel his own cheeks turn red as the blood rushes to them. He’s pretty sure Lance can hear his heart from how fast it’s beating in his chest. How many times had they found themselves in this situation and brushed it off? How many times had he told himself it was nothing at all?

Yet here they were, drawn to one another as neither dared to move. Both their eyes kept wondering as they both mesmerized the other’s face. Keith couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t help but be hypnotized with Lance’s lips. His gaze tracing their outline.

He didn’t know what was happening until it happened. Lance quickly moved out of Keith’s hold, forcing him to sit up. Keith had only managed to let out a groan in confusion when suddenly he felt Lance’s hand on his face, pulling him closer. Before he could get his thoughts untangled, their lips met. And by QUIZNAK, was it everything Keith had imagined it would be.

“Was it really that bad Keith?”

Lance’s voice brings Keith back to reality. Reminding him how the sweet, innocent memory had altered their entire relationship.

He can’t bring himself to speak. He can only keep glancing at Lance as he tries to form his thoughts. The kiss hadn’t been bad. Not in the slightest. So why had he pushed him away? Why had he pretended it never happened? Why had he destroyed their chance at happiness?

Lance lets out a sigh in defeat as he slowly picks himself up from the ground. Lifting his head to peak at Keith, he can’t help but relive that night again. He thought he read all the signs right. Keith wanted to kiss him. He wanted to kiss Keith. So he simply did what they had been so afraid to do so. And how had it turned out?

With Keith pulling away, rambling on how he couldn’t do this… how Lance should go and get some sleep… that they would talk about it tomorrow.

Except they didn’t.

Keith couldn’t look him in the eye the next morning in class. Much less have a conversation on the feelings Lance could no longer deny. It was then Lance knew Keith didn’t love him the way he loved Keith. So with a bruised heart he did what was best, he gave Keith his space and pretended his feelings were just a phase.

Letting out another puff of air, he returns his gaze to the ground as he states, “If you’re not going to talk, I’m going to leave. I think I’ve embarrassed myself enough.”

Lance tries his best to look okay. Yet all he hears is his heart in his ear drums as he makes his way to the door. His hand has only touched the handle when he hears Keith whisper, “Please, stay.”

Lance freezes at his voice. He can only focus on the door as he utters, “Why should I?”

He can hear Keith moving towards him. Lance tenses when he feels Keith’s hands gently pulling him away from the door. Yet when Keith pulls him closer, his hands in his hair, Lance can’t help but feel at home. Their foreheads are touching. Keith keeps playing with his hair when Lance softly hears him say, “I… The kiss… You-“

Suddenly the room fills with music and chatter as the door opens to reveal Hunk. They all stare at each other until Hunk awkwardly asks, “Am I interrupting something?”

Quickly Lance pulls away from Keith, ignoring his gaze as he softly says, “No. I was just leaving.”

He ignores the way his heart begs him to turn around and ask Keith what he was going to say. He moves as fast as he can as he tries to get lost in the crowd. Leaving a confused Hunk with a broken Keith staring after him.

“Seriously, did I interrupt something? Because I have the feeling I did,” Hunk asks Keith once again.

Biting his tongue, Keith tells him to get lost as nice as he can. Although it comes out more bitter and angry as he pushes Hunk out of the way.

He keeps moving people out of his path as he tries to find Lance at this party. Honestly, he knew it was a bad idea to talk to Lance in the middle of all this. But Lance hadn’t been answering his calls or text for a while, and the only time he saw him was if they were hanging out with the rest of the group. So when Keith saw Lance across the room, he did what he thought was best. He dragged him to the nearest room and demanded they talked.

“MOVE!”

He doesn’t care how rude he’s being or the glances people are giving him. The only thing he can focus on is Lance. He’s about to give up hope when he glimpses the famous green jacket Lance always seems to wear. Quickly he makes his way to the front door, praying to the universe to give him a second chance.

As soon as he steps out the door, he feels the cold air of the night greet him. He searches the couple of people lounging around the front yard but none of them are Lance. Moving his feet to get a better look at the street, he sees Lance’s silhouette walking away from everything.

“Lance!”

Keith can’t tell if he can’t hear him or if he’s just plain out ignoring him. Yet he keeps moving his feet, willing himself to fix this.

“Lance! Please! Talk to me!”

He’s losing all hope until he hears Lance shout, “I already did! And I heard everything you had to say… Which was NOTHING!”

As soon as he sees Lance is not running away but merely waiting for him to catch up, Keith feels the lump in his throat slowly disappear.

Placing a hand on Lance’s shoulder the second he can reach him, Keith quickly turns him around as he quickly murmurs, “I’m not good at this, okay? I don’t do feelings, and most times when I feel something I try to push it down. I’m just so afraid of…”

Taking a deep breath, Keith shifts his gaze away from Lance as he finishes with, “I was… I mean I am happy with you and I’m just afraid of screwing this up because the last thing I want to do is hurt you and watch you leave. I can’t lose you Lance. Anybody, but not you.”

Shutting his eyes tight, Keith finally lets out a gasp of air before hearing, “Idiot.”

When he opens his eyes, he’s greeted with Lance’s smile and a slight blush on his cheeks.

“You know for someone so smart you can be so stupid sometimes,” Lance softly whispers.

They both let out a chuckle at this statement as Lance continues to utter, “I know you Keith. I know this stuff, the feelings, isn’t easy for you. I’m not expecting you to be perfect because let’s be honest, we’re juniors in university and you still have that mullet.”

A smirk seems to replace Lance’s smile as he adds, “But I don’t care if being together is hard or complicated or work… I’m in it for the long run.”

Keith can’t help the smile that is forming on his face. He wants to tell Lance how much his words mean to him, but much like that one night, Lance surprises him into a kiss once again. It’s everything and more than Keith can imagine. It’s actually better.

When they finally pull apart, Keith can only tell him, “As am I.”

#klance #keith (voltron)#lance mcclain #fanfic

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Life Eclipsed, Part 1

Name: Life Eclipsed

Type: Vampire/Supernatural!au, College!au, ANGST, some fluff & humor. It actually turned out really dark-where did this come from?

Pairing: BTS x Reader (I know who Y/N will end up with- who do you think? Let me know!)

Rating: Mature. There is no smut- there are plenty of blogs that can do that better, but a lot of dark themes. See warnings below. I do not endorse any of these things in real life.

Warnings: Language, underage drinking, (sort of controlling friends), eventual bloodshed (it IS a vampire fic). Also, let’s be real, the biting scene isn’t romantic at all, and kind of painful so read with caution. Disclaimer: Consent is sexy. Anything else is unacceptable. Only bite if they say yes!

Word Count: 4,946

A/N: I’m sorry that Third Base didn’t make it up last week-it’s long and unwieldy and I need to get some inspiration to do some serious editing. So, to stay somewhat on schedule and not become a total Tumblr recluse, I’ve decided to post this vampire fic.

A/N 2: This was supposed to be a one-shot, but it is so long! It’s over 11 full pages single-spaced on my computer. So, I’ve split it up and made it into at least two parts. Get pumped <3

The knock at your door startles you from your textbook. You always ended up procrastinating during the daylight hours, which meant that at night you often studied into the wee hours of the morning, after everyone else had gone to sleep. Everyone except for one person, that is-Park Jimin. You get up from your desk, joints popping, a sure sign that you have been sitting for too long. You casually fling open the door, already on your way back to your desk. Before it seemed possible, Park Jimin is clinging to your back like a koala, almost knocking you off balance.

“Yah, Jimin,” you half-shouted, half-sighed, knowing that no amount of protest on your part would change his mind. Not that you really minded- he was one of your oldest childhood friends, and it was a stroke of luck that you had ended up in the same college dorm (him on the floor below you) to face college together.

He clung closer and you knew that your studying was over. You got up and moved to your bed, where the two of you turned on your favorite show and snuggled platonically. During middle school and high school, you had been completely smitten with Jimin, but he seemingly never reciprocated your feelings. So you figured that it was better to have him in your life as a friend than as a romantic partner.

And it was a lucky thing that he was still in your life, because it helped you to grow your social group. You did like people, but tended to the serious and studious side. Jimin could seemingly read people like a book, learning what made them tick and all of their secrets. But being the person that he was, he never shared this information or caused any kind of social drama.

Through Jimin, you had been able to make many new friends, and there were six others in particular that you frequently hung out with. If Jimin was your childhood best friend, Taehyung had become your college best friend. Whenever you were too stressed or serious, he would always know how to make you laugh. When your head was full of class material, he would bring you back to the real world and make every day an adventure. It was easy, it was comfortable, and he was a calming presence in your life. And despite whatever drama or teen novel may have predicted, there was no drama between your old and new friend. They each had their time and place in your life, and the three of you often hung out together, forming a complementary trio.

The others- Jungkook, Hoseok, Yoongi, Namjoon and Jin also hung out with you, but not as much. Jungkook was two years younger than you, Jimin, and Tae, but had somehow finished high school early and was here on a football scholarship, so he was often busy with practice and his sports buddies. You had made small talk but never had any in-depth conversations- he always seemed to be flustered and would run off after a few minutes. You would cringe inwardly-maybe he didn’t like you. Jimin was always so good at making small talk, but you always felt that it was like pulling teeth. But he kept hanging out with everyone so maybe your company wasn’t too unbearable.

Hoseok and Yoongi were upperclassmen. The juniors (third-years) liked others in the group, but it was a known thing that they were a package deal. Their friendship was on a different level than the rest. When Hobi wasn’t practicing dance for his performance major, and Yoongi wasn’t recording for his music production major, they could be spotted going for runs around campus in matching orange jumpsuits. It was very “The Life Aquatic” and you loved it. Secretly, you hoped they were more than friends, but you had no indication either way, and didn’t want death glares, so you kept your fangirling (mostly, you hoped) to yourself. They definitely seemed too cool for school, so while they were a part of your group, you were a little intimidated by them and didn’t hang out as much except as a part of the group.

If you were intimidated by them, then Seokjin was absolutely unapproachable, but in a completely different way. He was insanely popular with the female (and male, and everyone, really) segment of campus, constantly smiling and making jokes. He somehow made turtlenecks sexy and dressed like he had just stepped out of the pages of a magazine. Even when he wore sweats, or a Mario t-shirt, he made it look like haute couture. He was one of those people who could look amazing when they just got out of bed. On top of that, the senior was friendly to everyone, and smart, and apparently wanted to take over the family business. It was just all too much. You always got flustered around him, feeling completely underwhelming in comparison. He never did anything to encourage that feeling, but it just happened. Despite that, he would always smile and wave when he saw you around campus, and would stop to say hi. He always asked if you would be coming to whatever party was happening that weekend, and genuinely seemed hopeful that you would say yes. You couldn’t decide if you should feel flattered (oh, how a girl could dream), or if he genuinely hoped that everyone would come to the party. Sometimes, the amount of time you spent second-guessing your interactions was exhausting.

Namjoon was the centerpiece that held the group together. Equally friendly with Jin, Hobi & Yoongi, the sophomore business student was involved in every club, president of his class, and representative of all students to the administration. Somehow, he also had a 4.0, was involved in 3 different language clubs, and found time to party and hang out on the weekend. He would tutor you sometimes, and the two of you had a similar sense of humor….and klutziness. The others would laugh, and say that you were made for each other. You both laughed it off and smiled. If Joon had helped you with school, then you had helped him socially, giving him insight into the mind of girls. Plus, you knew for a fact that he only wanted to date someone older, so the two of you had an elder brother-younger sister vibe.

Pulling you out of your thoughts was another knock at the door, and you knew it could only be Tae. Your room had become the defacto hang out spot- you had a single, and being somewhat of an introvert you were very into “nesting” and making your room as cozy as possible, since you spent so much time there. You had twinkle lights draping outward from a central point in the ceiling, plenty of soft blankets in calming neutrals, and enough tea to run a teahouse. When people needed to talk or hang out, they knew where to go.

You opened the door, only to have the air squeezed out of your lungs by a tight hug. Just as quickly, you were released, and Tae was headed to your bed.

“I am HURT,” he laughed, dramatically looking pained. “How could you traitors watch an episode without me?”

Jimin acted even more indignant. “I texted you like 15 times…you snooze, you lose! Where have you been?”

Tae wiggled his eyebrows as he settled onto your bed. “I was helping the hyungs plan the Halloween party-you know it’s a big deal for us,” he said, looking pointedly at Jimin.

Jimin’s smile dipped a bit, but he quickly smiled again. “Tae, it’s a big deal on every college campus. Y/N, have you thought of your costume? You should go as little Red Riding Hood hiding from the wolf” he laughed again, not so subtly changing the subject.

“But with a shorter skirt,” Tae smirked.

You couldn’t figure out what was with the weird atmosphere, but told yourself that you were overthinking it. You decided to call them out. “You guys are being freaking weird right now, you know? First of all, it’s still a week away, and second of all, I told you that it was a surprise.” You squeezed in between them, grabbing the computer and starting another episode. They settled down, and as the episode dragged on, you felt your eyes slowly closing. You heard them murmuring quietly to each other on either side of your head, but you were too far gone to process the words.

The two were already awake and gone when you woke up. They always did this, and somehow you were always the first to fall asleep, and the last to wake up. How they looked as good as they did irked you. You always woke up with bags and felt tired, but despite the fact that you literally never saw any of them sleep, they always looked better than you. You knew that Jimin had struggled with insomnia ever since the two of you had turned sixteen, but he never really looked worse for the wear. You were happy it didn’t seem to impact his quality of life too much, but you wished you could look as glowy without like six pounds of highlighter.

With that you got out of bed, and went through your morning routine. An hour later, you found yourself in line at the campus coffee shop, wondering if you should get 3 or 4 shots of espresso in your drink. You had a full day of classes, a lab report to write, and a tutoring session with Joon. It was going to be a long day. You hear your name being called and struggled to lift the metaphorical fog and act normal. Hobi & Yoongi were at the table in the corner, books and laptops spread out. They gestured for you to join them, and you went over a few minutes later, latte in hand.

“What’s up, guys? How’s it going?” you asked, as they shuffled their papers and made room for you.

“Not much, just getting ready for the week,” Hobi smiled. “Can it be the weekend yet?”

“Lemon, it’s Monday,” Yoongi deadpanned. You chuckled and took a sip of your drink.

“So, I hear you guys are planning a Halloween party this Saturday,” you mention, hoping this is an appropriate topic of conversation. “Did my invite get lost in the mail?” you joke, comfortable enough to rib them a little.

An awkward silence settled over the table, and you started to second guess yourself. “Y/N-ah, we would love for you to come,” Hobi started, sounding unsure. “You’re one of our closest friends, but we know you aren’t into super huge, loud parties, and it could get a little wild…” he trailed off.

Yoongi cut in. “It might be better for you to come celebrate with us on Friday-Joon is having a séance to celebrate Samhain. He’s convinced that it will be easier to communicate with spirits, since it symbolizes the arrival of the darker half of the year.” You struggle to figure out whether he is joking or serious- he always talks in the same deep monotone, no matter what. Like he’s experienced a thousand years of boredom, or something.

“Jungkookie also told me that the football team is having bonfires on Friday too, which could be fun for you,” a voice from behind you chips in. “He mentioned that he hoped you would come.” Yoongi and Hoseok seem unsurprised, but you jump when you find Jin’s arm on the back of your chair as he settles into his own, which is far too close for comfort. You try to put a little more distance between the two of you, but there’s not much room and his shoulders are illegally broad. He’s wearing his glasses, a black turtleneck, and a camel-colored wool jacket. You’re glad that the café is always a bit drafty, or you might have overheated just looking at him. He gives you a strange look, and for a brief moment, you are worried that he can hear your thoughts.

“So I can’t party with you guys, but I should crash a football party? Where I know literally only one person? You guys are giving Jimin and Tae a run for their money in the weirdness department.” You sigh and run your hand through your hair. “I’m going to go to class. See you guys this weekend, hopefully.”

You try not to be too petty, but why are they all being so weird about this? You literally hang out all the time. Maybe you were just tagging along in Jimin’s friend group and they put up with you but didn’t really like you. You hated feeling this insecure, but what could you do when your favorite people didn’t want to hang out on one of the main social weekends? The day dragged by, and when you met Joon in the library for your tutoring session, he must have seen immediately from your face that something was wrong. Even though the party itself wasn’t that big of a deal, the fact that it was playing on larger insecurities meant that he had to listen to you cry, and he hugged you, patting your head and rubbing circles in your back.

“Y/N, sweetie, don’t doubt that they like you. They love you. They just want you to be happy and safe on a night that is known for being crazy,” he said, his rhythmic voice calming you down.

“But Joon,” you sniff, “isn’t it my choice? Don’t they respect me as a person with agency? I’m not theirs to protect, and I’m capable of making my own choices.”

“Of course, Y/N-ah. But if you thought any of us were in danger, wouldn’t you try to dissuade us?”

“In danger?” you scoff, sadness dissipating and anger returning. “Don’t you think you’re being a bit dramatic? Our campus may be big, but we still all mostly know each other, and there is a sense of community. Plus, you know they amp up campus security this weekend anyway.”

Joon had an unreadable look on his face. He was so logical, calm and collected, and knew how to explain things clearly. So his vagueness was confusing to you.

“Halloween, All Hallows Eve, All Saints Eve, All Hallow tide, Samhain, the equinox: call it what you will, but it is the start of the darker half of the year. Various world religions acknowledge it as a time to placate spirits and to celebrate the dead, and you don’t know what else could be out there that night.”

Your eyes turned to saucers in disbelief. “Who are you? What have you done with the ever logical, scientific, there-is-an-explanation for everything friend that I know and love?” You pack up your books. “Sorry, Joon, but I don’t think I have it in me to listen to more bullshit reasons about why my friends don’t want to hang out with me. I’ll see you later.”

“But Y/N-ah, we haven’t even studied at all,” Namjoon’s voice echoes after you, but you are already halfway out the door and headed to the hall. You head directly back to your dorm room, lock the door (you have zero energy for Jimin or Tae today), and brew yourself some calming tea. You turn on a meditation channel on YouTube and try to cleanse your mind of the toxic thoughts that have been haunting you all day. You finish and decide to burn some incense, hoping that it will add to the calming atmosphere. You settle into bed, in an oversized well-loved hoody, and in a pair of boxers from who knows where. A knock at your door makes some of the calmness you worked so hard for evaporate.

“WHAT. If you’re Jimin, I don’t want to see you tonight. If you’re Tae, I don’t want to see you tonight. Actually, if you’re Jin, Namjoon, Hobi or Yoongi, I also don’t want to see you tonight.”

“What if I’m Jungkook?” a quiet voice asks. You debate in your bed a moment longer, before getting up. When you open the door, he flinches back.

“Looking that rough, eh?” you laugh. “It’s kind of been a shitty day, so spare me your judgement.”

“No, noona, I would never think that,” he stumbles over his words. “What were you burning in here? It smells disgusting. It’s making my skin crawl.” You move to the side, but he says in the doorway.

“It’s supposed to be cleansing, and to keep away negative energies. I went to a pagan supplier somewhere and it was given to me.” The door is still open, but Jungkook remains in the hallway.

“Are you waiting for an official invitation or something? Come in.” you climb back into bed. Jungkook does enter, but lingers by the door, looking any minute like he’ll make a run for it.

“Just wanted to make sure you know about the party on Friday night,” he mumbles. “The football team is having a bonfire party, and I’d love for you to come with. It would make it less lame.”

“Wow, you’re really selling me on this…” you mutter into your pillow.

“Come on, noona. You hang out with Jimin and Tae all the time, I see you with Namjoon in the library 24/7, and just this morning I saw you, Hobi, Yoongi and Jin at the coffee shop as I was on my way back from practice. How come we’re the only ones who never hang out together?”

You debate answering Because you’re acting like a little shit right now, but instead settle on “Stalker much? But fine, I’ll see you Friday night.” He practically jumps on your bed and tackles you into a hug. “It will be so fun, noona! Be sure to wear your best flannel shirt. Or I can let you borrow one of mine!” He sounds far too pleased at this, so you kick him out of your bed and guide him back to the door. “Alright young man, back to bed. Noona needs her sleep.” Though he could easily stop you, he lets you lead him out the door, where you wave as he walks down the hall.

Tuesday morning comes, and you are awakened by another unpleasant surprise. Mother Nature has decided to pay you an unwelcome visit. You stumble to your small en-suite bathroom, looking for your stash of supplies. Your hair is sticking everywhere, and you feel bloated and gross. You opt for one of Jimin’s old oversized sweatshirts that he has left behind, and your comfiest pair of yoga pants, and your black Converse. You throw your hair up and debate staying home from class, but decide it’s not that bad, yet. You are definitely craving some kind of carbs, and know you will need caffeine to get you through the day. You decide you will buy another three-shot latte, and possibly a blueberry muffin. You grab your bag, and head out the door, only to run directly into Jimin.

“Yah, you scared the shit out of me,” you say, heart pounding loudly. “What are you doing lurking outside my door?”

Jimin pouted, sticking out his lower lip more than was strictly necessary. “I didn’t even get to see you yesterday, and this is how you treat me? Can’t I want to grab a coffee with my best friend-hey, is that my sweatshirt?”

“Possession is three-fourths of the law,” you say simply, locking your door.

20 minutes later your dreams of a muffin and coffee have come true, and you and Jimin have snagged the much-coveted table near the bay window. It seems like today will be better than yesterday. Jungkook passes by the café, waving as he walks by. He has his gym bag, so you can only assume that he is on his way to practice. His eyes pan over you and his expression changes. He and Jimin exchange a look, and mochi Jimin is gone. His face settles into a smirk as he watches the freshman continue on his way.

“You know, I think you should keep that sweatshirt. It looks way better on you than it does on me,” he winks, getting up to throw out your trash.

You scoff at his sudden grease. “Yes, because looking good is what I was going for when I got dressed in my athleisure chic this morning.”

“I’m serious right now, Y/N,” he intones, moving closer. For half a second, you feel entranced by his gaze, but then you blink and the moment passes. You wonder if you’ve imagined it, or if it’s your hormones running rampant. You are not ready for this weirdness from your childhood friend, so you push past him and head out the door, waving back without a second glance. You hear his quiet laughter before the door swings shut, so you know he’s not too offended by your brusque exit.

The rest of the week passes quickly, and though you are still kind of salty about Saturday’s party, you’ve decided that you will deal with it when the time comes. Your entire friend group has been extra attentive the entire week, so you feel your icy anger melting away. Maybe they are just being overly protective. Which still isn’t cool, but at least they’re not shunning you. It’s Friday afternoon, and you’re wondering how long you have until you need to leave your bed and get ready. But if you’re going to the party with Jungkook’s football friends, you need to make a good first impression.

While you’re not sure what to expect from the bonfire, you heard from some classmates that it is a costume party. You want to be comfy, since it’s outside, but Halloween is a big deal. You decide on a red dress, black tights and sneakers, and some devil horns. You do your makeup as dramatic as possible, opting for a red lip and smoky eye at the same time. Simple, but dramatic.

Jungkook shows up later, dressed in a flannel shirt and jeans. Just as you’re starting to feel insecure about being overdressed, he compliments how good you look.

“Your alter ego makes an appearance,” he smirks, looking at the devil horns.

“All good superheroes need one,” you shoot back. “What about you? Any alter egos I’ll be seeing tonight?”

His smile lessens into a grimace. “Let’s hope not. It’s too soon for that.”

You arrive to the scene of the bonfire, and before you can ask him what he meant, his teammates are jostling him and shoving drinks at the two of you. You crack your beer open, and settle onto a bale of hay that has been arranged in a ring around the fire. They really went all out with the theme. You look up at the stars, and notice how full the moon looks. Despite your hippie tendencies, you are not one for astrology, but it seems foreboding. You take another sip of your beer. Jungkook sits down next to you, own beer in hand.

You were worried that the night would be awkward, since the two of you rarely hang out without the rest of your group, but he has you laughing the whole time. Whether it’s the fire or the beer, you can’t tell, but your face feels warm and you find yourself staring at his mouth as he talks. His own eyes seem to be drifting downward, and linger on your neck. Though you like Jungkook only as a friend, you start to wonder what this moment would be like if Jin were here. A girl can dream, right? You laugh at your own absurdity. He’s probably at a posh club somewhere-well, as posh as our college town can be. Or home for the weekend, or busy modeling turtlenecks or staring at his reflection in the mirror somewhere. You don’t think he’s quite that narcissistic, but frankly you wouldn’t blame him if he were.

You and Jungkook slowly drift off from the rest of the party, and into the quiet woods that surround the clearing. Before you can even process what is happening, the two of you are kissing frantically. Though you had just reminded yourself that he was your friend, you have to admit that he is a phenomenal kisser.

“I can’t believe this is actually happening-I’ve liked you for so long.” he mumbles, lips crashing against your own. You’re flattered to say the least, but how do you kindly tell someone that these are just meaningless, drunk kisses between friends? So you say nothing.

Your hands are in his hair, as peppers kisses along your collarbones. Right as you’re about to tell him not to leave any marks, you feel teeth against your skin. He glances up, eyes, glowing, but you convince yourself it is just the moonlight reflecting in his eyes. You shiver slightly. This isn’t something you’re usually into, but what harm could it do?

The answer, as it turns out, at least in this particular case, is a lot.

It is Jin, who finds you a few hours later, curled up at the base of a tree, shivering from both cold and fear. In the back of your mind, you know that you would be embarrassed by him seeing you like this, but you are beyond caring. All you can focus on are the glowing eyes, and the image of razor sharp, bloodstained teeth. Not to mention the blinding pain in your neck. It doesn’t seem to be subsiding, and the small, logical part of your brain is surprised that you haven’t passed out yet. You can feel wetness trickling down the side of your torso, down your arm, and to your fingers, and you idly wonder how much blood someone can lose before it becomes a medical emergency.

Jin moves slowly, so as not to startle you, but you still flinch when he drapes his coat around you. His face, which is fading in and out of focus, looms closer.

“Shit, Y/N, stay with me, please,” his voice sounds frantic. You flinch back again at the sound of his voice, and at his sudden closeness. “Don’t be scared, I promise I’ll keep you safe. You have my word.” His hands are placed gently on either side of your face, forcing you to look into his eyes. It looks like his eyes flash, lighting up briefly as he says those words, but you are so far gone it is hard to tell. The longer you look into his eyes, the heavier your limbs become, and soon you fade off into oblivion, something you would have thought to be impossible just a few moments before.

You feel someone pick you up, and it feels like you are floating. You are set down on something soft, and you can hear voices, but they sound like they are under water.

“Joon, that bastard chewed the shit out of her. He didn’t even seal the wound. By the time I found her, she had half bled out. I don’t know if she’ll make it-you have to save her! As the leader of the coven, you’re the only one with enough self-control to pull it off.” It sounds like Jin, but you’ve never heard him so agitated in real life. It must be a dream.

A pause, and then a sigh. “I’m not sure I should. I’d be condemning her to an eternity with us. She would have to see the people that did this to her every day for the rest of her ‘life.’ You know that the survival rate is low for those who are turned, and she wouldn’t have the family support that those of us who were born with this…condition… have.” Namjoon’s voice sounded deliberative.

“Joon, you have to do this! For me. I won’t ask for anything ever again, I swear. But I promised her that I would keep her safe. I made an oath. I will be her family.” This must be a dream-Jin would never be so heavy and serious. The campus flirt? When you wake up, you will 100% do a dream analysis to figure out what this all means. There is silence again, and you begin to drift back off.

“Yah, there isn’t much time! You can hear her heartbeat slowing.”

An exasperated huff- “Fine, but you will take full responsibility. Call Yoongi and Hoseok to stabilize her while I do this.”

After a few moments, you feel cool, strong hands on your arms and legs. Before you can ponder who they belong to, the white-hot burning in your neck explodes into a supernova, and your screams block out everything else.

A/N 3: Ahh what is this? I’m scared to put it out into the world, but I hope you all like it!

#bts fanfic #bts imagines #bts angst #supernatural!au #vampire!au #college!au #bts x reader #bts x you

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parkersanders · 7 years

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Not Just You (Submission)

This story sways more platonic princiety due to my wanting to write based off of a text post I saw a while back. With Roman. And Virgil. I really hope you don’t mind me submitting this!! But edit/tag it as you will, andimsorry. I just. Don’t??? know where else to post this. Or the tags to use.

I would put a read more in this. It’s a little over 2k words.

Despite the common belief, Roman Sanders, the Prince and Hero to Thomas, did indeed have doubts. Doubts and anxieties which crept up in little ways through his actions and his words. Not that many of the sides seemed to notice –the Prince wasn’t called upon very often, after all—often leaving Roman seeming out of place in their colourful group.

Or, so Roman noticed. The opening of his mouth to be met with a side-glance, from the others, a glare, lips pulling downward in a frown getting Roman’s teeth to click shut and lips to press firm together. The scattered looks left and right, waiting to say just the right thing until he couldn’t hold it in and blustered through anyway.

This often led to discrepancies, Patton’s tense smiles or awkward shifting, Logan’s narrowed eyes or bewildered stares, even Thomas’ lifting of hands, attempting to mediate between all of their extremes to ease up into his one personality.

However, this was leaving out one crucial part of Thomas’ personality.

One the befuddled Prince had only recently realized how similar the two of them were in reality.

Anxiety.

Anxiety, otherwise now known as Virgil, (a name he had never anticipated. It was such a cultured sounding name, a tad dorkier than he had anticipated for Hot TopicTM) who discredited Roman so often, who pointed out the flaws in every little thing he did. Anxiety, the nagging voice who would hang by his shoulder and sneer at Roman’s attempted contributions to Thomas’ day …

Anxiety, the one who could push Thomas to work a great deal faster than he could.

Anxiety, the one who got Thomas to go into the shower and wash himself as a form of procrastination, ending up helping Thomas take care of himself.

Anxiety, the one who encouraged sleeping, helped with the emotional stress through the day, understood when enough was enough and kicked in to get Thomas out of a conversation quicker, who –

Anxiety … the one who was more accepted as an asset to Thomas’ creativity, morality, and … self-care than Roman himself was.

Could one blame him for being excited once Virgil had seemed to disappear? One of the first instances Thomas had even spoken to Roman in the longest times had been trying to help him get rid of his anxiety. It was a foe to face, a fear to quell, a person to save! And, while unbeknownst to Thomas at the time, an adversary (one threatening his place) to overcome.

Roman would never call it jealousy! No, jealousy was too foul a word for such vicious feelings, too abhorrent. No, it was a mild dislike, distrust, and unsettling irritation that rested in the pit of his stomach whenever he was around Anxiety.

That was all. Nothing else. Nada. Zilch. Zip. Nothing.

His own looks to the other halves of Thomas’ personalities, silently begging for their encouragement. Their agreement with him … and yet, when it came to Anxiety, Roman was slowly torn further and further down.

Not until their escapades into Anxiety’s mind space did Roman realize his importance. The frustrating helplessness. A knot twisting in his chest, the quickening breath, flem in his throat he simply could not swallow past. Roman tried, as hard as he could to ignore it. Using colorful words, quick dismissing what he obviously felt. A feeling he did not wish to admit, but one he knew a bit more well than the others.

Once Anxiety helped Thomas, again, Prince felt proud.

But, with pride came the fall. The silent wondering. The shut downs that not only Logic, but Patton and Thomas had also gone through with. Silencing Roman and getting him to back off.

So, with shuffling feet, and in a time Roman was certain there would be no spotlight on them, did he go back into the dank cave.

“I’m not giving you my dank posters.”

Virgil’s voice rang clear as he was sitting on the elongated leather couch, headphones resting around his neck, My Chemical Romance blaring just loud enough to hear through the poor, abused speaker system. An iPad rested in his lap, a book, the dark, night-font used for the environment around him (as well as aesthetic purposes) pulled up that he was reading.

Prince took a moment’s pause. He needed … to not be antagonistic here. “That is not why I’m here.” A glance upwards, dark eyeliner framing a deathly pale skin complexion seemed disbelieving, “Really! Though I do find it lovely decorum and would be more than charmed to take it from you at some point, I am currently on a more … amiable mission.”

Looking back down to his iPad, Virgil flicked a finger across the screen. Dark brown eyes scanning text haphazardly. “Oh really? Well I wouldn’t stay in here then if you want to stay amiable.”

“Then perhaps you would like to accompany me to my lodgings instead!”

“…what?”

Prince took a deep breath.

“My mind space. Since coming here heightens my … er … feelings, then I figure coming to my mind space might make you more wanting to hear out my ideas!” Roman’s voice was chipper. He could feel the anxiety seeping in his skin already, however. A tight knot building in his chest and in his throat.

Why did he have phrase it like that?

It was all wrong, wasn’t it?

Virgil was staring at Roman with a puzzled, quizzical look. Uncertain if he really ought to believe what he heard. Flicking up on the iPad, turning the volume down as his headphones quieted. “You,” Anxiety spoke slowly, enunciating clearly so the Prince could hear this absurd idea, “Want me to go into your mind space. As-in, the most private place you have that you have only let logic into to help collaborate on videos.”

Saying it like that made Roman’s heart stop. Stupid, it was stupid, so stupid. He should have known better than to assume, of course he should have just ignored this. Not tried to sympathize or pushed past these thoughts of –

“Yes.”

Pulling his headphones out of the iPad, Anxiety gave a small groan, but stood anyway. “Fine, okay, whatever. I don’t have anything better to do today.”

It took almost everything Roman had to not let out a sigh of blissful relief. Acceptance …

Funny … It felt like forever since he had full heartedly earned it

No. No. Do not go down that rabbit hole. He knew where it was going, and they were still in Anxieties room. If he kept thinking this way, he might end up sinking Thomas into a pit of self-loathing depression by accident himself. “Ah! Yes … er-hm.” He didn’t need to be more ‘helpful’, did he?

Holding out a hand to Virgil, the goth took it. Cold and clammy –like that of a dead hag—Prince’s mind wandered a tad aimlessly, before they reached it.

The place looked like Thomas’ bedroom, but there were several pieces of Disney memorabilia and a much warmer décor. Rich reds, warm golds, and soft browns lit the room. Anxiety didn’t seem much impressed. “I thought you’d make it that forest outside of the house.” Was the idle comment, dull and nearly monotone.

Roman could not help the huff that followed such a statement. “And I expected your room to the be the attic filled with cobwebs, spiders, and nothing but a cot and some water, befitting someone of your … well. You.”

“Thanks so much. Really making me not regret coming here.”

“Ugh. It’s just. Creativity requires a clean space, a warm environment, and –occasionally yes—some adventure. The bed is comfortable, relaxing, and the easiest to concentrate …” The prince had turned to rambling at that point. Virgil deciding to crawl onto the bed and make himself comfortable.

Freeing sheets from their tucked in stature, he wrapped himself up tightly into a cocoon before going back to listening to the romantics continued speech. “… And further more you also need a clean work space to feel healthy! Combined with the fact that the outdoors are only a step away I really do not feel as if I am too far off from what my room ought to be!”

“Sure, Princey, sure. Now, why am I here again?”

Swallowing thickly, Roman swayed on his feet for a moment, before walking over. “I have been thinking on what you said about a week back.”

“Oh god no.”

“About … retiring your position.”

“Listen, I’m already back and one of you guys so you don’t have to—“

“I just wanted to say I understand.”

The silence that followed Roman’s words was deafening. Sitting down besides Virgil, Roman didn’t dare look up to meet his eyes. Hands settled uncomfortably at his arms, a finger trailing the insides of his arm uncertainly before settling more on his wrist. Rubbing at his pulse.

After a while of silence, Anxiety finally spoke up.

“You’re joking right?”

It took a lot for Roman to not snap at Virgil. Why would he joke about this? Honey eyes stare down at his hands quietly.

“You’ve got to be joking.” Virgil insisted, “Princey. The shining light of creativity and egotism that Thomas has understands me. Understands not belonging in that little three-man-show of yours that keeps away from all the other sides generally.”

Each biting statement made the creative’s shoulders want to tense, his hackles raise in defense, but he couldn’t get himself to snap. Instead he let out a breathy sigh.

It was likely the lingering effects of Anxieties room.

“No.” Prince answered, “I am not joking.”

A barked, bitter laugh fell from Virgil’s lips. A grin from ear to ear as he leaned back. “Oooh, this is rich! His ego gets bunt one degree and he’s telling me he understands.”

“Anxiety…“

“He thinks he gets it. Being demonized and told he’s wrong every chance he gets. That he’s the bad guy. Argued to the point of supposed non-existence, attempting to help and ignored,”

“… Anxiety …”

“And then, when it’s only convienent for the rest of the group, do they come crawling back, wishing for good ol’ Anxiet—“

“Virgil!” Virgil’s teeth automatically click shut in silence.

Roman’s fingers are gripping the cloth of his pants so tightly they’re turning white. He’s shaking now and it hurts. Dammit it has to be from going into Anxieties mind space. He should have known that was a stupid idea! He’s back where he belongs, but it feels alien to him now. Everything doesn’t seem right, nothing was correct, everything was feeling farther and farther away.

And he was just so … stupid.

“Since we first met. I did not like you. It is unsurprising, you are, in essence, a being made to cause fears and insecurities, you also help contribute towards his procrastination which puts a stickler to anything I want to do. No creative energies, draining emotions, negativity, snide commentary that results in hurting other people’s feelings—“

“—I feel so loved, now—“

“—but it’s not just that. You did things better than me. Thomas always had you. Always. I’m fleeting, even when I attempt to be there, he often dismisses me for Patton or Logan or … well, you. You drive him towards goals, and ideals from, well, sure fear of the unknown and failure, but it motivates him! And I …”

He had to wonder.

If Thomas’ creativity vanished … would it really make that much of a difference?

The other sides could most certainly step in, and then, of course, was Anxiety pushing Thomas to keep performing and working, and Logan and Morality along with him.

From what Roman could understand and see. His disappearance … wouldn’t make a difference.

“… I do not seem to make half the dent you all do. Thomas has spoken to me a handful of times, but the majority have been about you. Working beyond you. I could not think of a single entirely unique idea, and then, on top of that, when I speak my opinions, the others just discredit me.” As if they knew exactly what he should or should not believe. Roman didn’t even know what he should or should not believe.

“…Princey, I …”

“I still don’t like you! Because I do not get you, or Logan, or Patton, or any of the others! There is a reason we three made this little ‘circle’ in the first place, after all. Then you come in and push your way forward and it just. I am not … useful anymore.”

Another silence, more tense than the last settled around them both. Virgil staring at Roman. What could he say? Part of him feared speaking at all. Roman had just admitted a lot of things on the table right there, and Virgil wasn’t … too good with this whole, admitting thing.

He much preferred getting seen as ‘the villain’ of the story and being picked on by Roman to this.

Even while Virgil would admit the soft encouragement now and again would be nice. This was a whole new ball game with its own set of rules. One Virgil wasn’t used to playing quite yet.

So he’d default after an uncomfortably long silence.

“Guess you could say, the Prince has got Anxiety, huh?”

A bristling followed.

Roman was trying to be earnest. To be taken seriously.

“Out.”

Virgil blanks from his little pile under the blanket. “Wait, what?”

“Get out of my room.” Roman is now standing and pointing at the floor. He looks deadly serious.

“I was just trying to make a joke …”

“And I am not. Be gone from me, now.”

Virgil doesn’t take much time more to sink down, disappearing from Roman’s room and land on a soft, cloth couch and groan loudly. Back in Thomas’ world, away from his comfy staircase, Anxiety rubs a hand over his forehead and through his bangs with a grimace. Uncertain where he went wrong, and not understanding why Roman had reacted so badly.

“It was just a joke …” Virgil grumbled.

“What was a joke, kiddo?” Patton piped brightly, a surprising tray of cookies being pulled from the oven. “Oh, did I miss something big? You’ve got to tell me, there’s nothing I want to miss from this big ol’ kooky family!”

#submission #thomas sanders #sanders sides #prinxiety #anxiety #princey #fanfic #this isn't my writing but it's really nice!!!#i love stories exploring more complex relationships with the sides #and this is fabulous!#i love it!!!

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scifiphan · 7 years

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92 Things About Me

tysm @sleepwalkerphan for tagging me in this! it’s 2am and I’m procrastinating the heck out of writing so this is perfect lmao.

also I’ll put most of the things below the cut so keep reading if ya wanna know 92 fun facts about me

edit: this took me almost an hour to do and towards the end, I basically confess my entire life so have fun reading that lmao. like i seriously have a realisation about how idk what i’m doing with my life hahahaha

THE LAST..

1. Drink : Water #stayhydrated 2. Phone call : mum 3. Text Message : a gif of phil being scared in bed (even my irl friends are trash) 4. Song You Listened To : currently listening to Taro - alt-J 5. Time You Cried : On sunday I cried over a renovation reality tv show (??? yeah idk either, bro) the apartments just looked so nice and the team I liked got kicked off the show.

HAVE YOU EVER..

6. Dated Someone Twice : nope 7. Been Cheated On : nope 8. Kissed Someone And Regretted It : YES (smh @ me) 9. Lost Someone Special : thankfully no 10. Been Depressed : i honestly don’t know. i think I have but am so freaking stubborn at admitting I have had depressive episodes in the past 11. Got Drunk And Thrown Up : YES OH MY GOODNESS I HAVE HAD SO MANY BAD TIMES. DON’T DRINK WINE AND THEN A MILKSHAKE AND THEN DANCE ON A BEACH. YOU WILL ONLY END UP THROWING UP IN A GARBAGE BIN OUTSIDE A KEBAB STORE (it wasn’t even after midnight, that’s the most embarrassing thing)

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS :

12. Green 13. Pink 14. Turquoise

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU..

15. Made New Friends : yes!! so many new and amazing friends 16. Fallen Out Of Love : nope. 17. Laughed Until You Cried : laughing until I cry is me every time 18. Found Out Someone Was Talking About You : yes (you would think that adults would stop teen behaviours lol) 19. Met Someone Who Changed You : yes, the last year included so much change. 20. Found Out Who Your True Friends Are : Yes. Just gonna put it out there: traveling for an extensive period of time overseas really shows who your true friends are and who are the snakes. 21. Kissed Someone On Your Facebook List : hahahaha yes (too mant rip) 22.How Many Of Your Facebook Friends Do You Know In Real Life : probably almost all of them (so like 550) only a few on there are my internet friends 23. Do You Have Any Pets : nope and I probs wont get another pet for a long long time 24. Do You Want To Change Your Name : NO!!!!!!! Teddii is a blessing although I would change my last name (it’s two surnames joined together and it makes life difficult because it’s so long) 25. What Did You Do For Your Last Birthday : went out for dinner at a mexican place, won a few dollars on the pokies and then went out clubbing (also i got a fine rip me) 26. What Time Did You Wake Up This Morning: 11am OOPS (i slept in and missed uni) 27. What Were You Doing At Midnight Last Night : probably making a gif 28. Name Something You Cannot Wait For : FINISHING UNI AND MOVING TO THE UK (hopefully to do my masters in global terrorism at the uni of london but if not i really wanna get a 1 year working visa and just do some hospitality work before I start a career) 29. When Was The Last Time You Saw Your Mother : like 4 hours ago when we were watching tv 30. What Is One Thing You Could Change About Your Life : I wish I had a UK passport, it would make life a lot easier for me if I had dual citizenship instead of a boring Australian passport 31. What Are You Listening To Right Now : alt-J, a live performance of Taro 32. Have You Ever Talked To A Person Named Tom : I know so many Tom’s it’s ridiculous 33. Something That Is Getting On Your Nerves : PEOPLE!!! WHO!! THINK!! THAT!! IF YOUR DEGREE!! ISN’T STEM!! THEN IT ISN’T!! HARD!!!! (i’m looking @ every friend who does a stem degree and always laughs at how my degree must be so easy because it doesn’t include math)

34. Most Visited Websites : tumblr, youtube, my uni’s website, facebook 35. Elementary : v great time, got bullied heaps but still had fun 36. High School : problematic fave. honestly my time at high school can fill a 500 page essay. being right next to a beach and river was actually gr8, the endless issues weren’t so good. 37. College/University : it has been a wild ride. I swapped degrees so I still have around 2 years left but uni has been my fave so far 38. Hair Colour : PINK!!!! (naturally ginger) 39. Long or Short Hair : long 40. Do You Have A Crush On Someone : nope (which is a shocker) 41. What Do You Like About Yourself : I like my individuality and independance 42. Piercings : 2x lobes, 1x helix, 1x nose. (i’m thinkng about getting my conch in a few weeks) 43. Blood Type : O+ 44. Nickname : ted, teddii bear, sideshow bob, cotton candy 45. Relationship Status : hella single 46. Zodiac Sign : Cancer (aka my birthday is soon hell yeah) 47. Pronouns : she/her. 48. Favourite Tv Show : STAR TREK: VOYAGER WILL ALWAYS BE MY FAVOURITE 49. Tattoos : crescent moon on my right wrist (i sorta don’t like how it turned out but after a year I have grown to appreciate the meaning) 50. Right Or Left Hand : Left handed (aka another reason why Dan is my spirit animal)

FIRST..

51. Surgery : i got a bunch of teeth removed when I was like 4/5 52. Word : baba or ma 53. Sport : soccer 54. Vacation : i actually can’t remember my first vacation. probs Sydney tbh idk I went a lot of places when I was young 55. Pair Of Trainers : probably something Adidas tbh

WHAT ARE YOU..

56. Eating : nothing 57. Drinking : water 58. Reading : nothing at the moment besides uni textbooks 59. I’m About To : I should say sleep but I’ll probably just watch youtube 60. Listening To : Breezeblocks by alt-J (can you see a recurring theme with my music questions?) 61. Waiting For : GoT SEASON 7 AKA MY BIRTHDAY (honestly feel so blessed to grow older and watch new GoT on the same day) 62. Craving For : MONEYYYYYYY. ya girl is unemployed thanks to the bad habit of planning last minute overseas holidays 63. Do you wanna get married : eventually but at the same time it doesn’t worry me 64. Going To Do When You Get Older : ????? ?????? ????? you would think I would have an idea but tbh idk. I’m studying International Relations and I want to do a postgrad in global terrorism. But career wise I have no bloody idea. I would like to work in the UN or UNESCO or for the Australian Government in an embassy. but at the same time I also want to be a travel photographer and just ignore my degree (idk adult life is hard)

YOUR TYPE..

65. Hugs or Kisses : HUGS 66. Lips or Eyes : eyes! <3333 67. Short or Tall : tall guys!!! but short girls are my weakness!! 68. Young or Old : HA haHA HA old 69. Nice Arms Or Nice Stomach : slight preference for nice arms because tummys are cute no matter what 70. Sensitive or Loud : I am both of those things so, por que no las dos? 71. Hook Up or Relationship : relationship (although I can’t relate because i am eternally single) 72. Troublemaker or Hesitant : I prefer when people are upfront instead of hiding stuff from me so I guess that means troublemaker?

HAVE YOU EVER..

73. Kissed A Stranger : yes 74. Drank Hard Liquor : yes (love me some vodka) 75. Lost Eye glasses or contact lenses : not yet thankfully 76. Turned Someone Down : YES! (there is nothing wrong with turning people down.) 77. Sex On First Date : no 78. Broken Someone’s Heart : yes and I still feel bad 79. Had Your Heart Broken : yep 80. Been Arrested : yes (kind of, long story) 81. Cried When Someone Died : yes. although I tend to go more numb instead of crying. idk it’s weird because I cry about everything but death kinda makes me become numb 82. Fallen For A Friend : yes (oops)

DO YOU BELIEVE IN..

83. In Yourself : yes although I need to believe in myself a lot more 84. Miracles : yes 85. Love At First Sight : yes and no. I believe it exists but I feel like a lot of people believe that they are experiencing love at first sight when in reality it is infatuation/lust. 86. Santa Claus : this question conflicts me because the logical side of me says no but the optimistic child side of me refuses to accept the truth 87. Kiss On The First Date : yeah 88. Angels : nah, not for me

OTHER..

89. Current best friend’s name : do i have a best friend? not really. again, it’s a weird time for me when it comes to friends. 90. Eye Colour : um blue with green and grey mixed in (it’s so hard to describe but yeah, those three) 91. Favourite singer/Band : Ed Sheeran, Mumford & Sons, al-J (i love them all a lot.) 92. Favourite Movie : Avatar. yes the blue alien one. It’s lame but I fell in love with the na’vi culture and it kinda helped get me obsessed with scifi.

And that’s a wrap!

If anyone actually read all that I hope you enjoyed my (very) late night confessions. Idk who to tag so if you see this and want to do it feel free to do so! Also, come hit up my inbox/messages if you wanna be my friend after reading this, I wanna make some friends on this hellsite

#tag game #92 questions #that took ages but it was fun #i hope you all know me a little bit better #aka i'm boring

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goddessjuliawicker · 7 years

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WICKOFF

So, this was also requested by @margo-the-destroyer. So, I guess I gotta. Also, I’m glad I gotta.

· who hogs the duvet

Julia.But it’s completely by accident. See, Kady gets hot at night and kicks theblankets off, leaving Julia to cuddle in them and wrap them around herself.Then she wakes up, cold, and has to tangle Julia so that she can have blankets.

· who texts/rings to check how their day is going

Kady.She texts to make sure that Julia has eaten and is doing alright because Juliagets really involved with whatever she’s doing. She gets really into it andtends to forget about things like food and sleep and everything else. So, Kadytexts and checks on her every couple of hours.

· who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts

Kady.Julia is really good at finding practical gifts and things that match people’sinterest. Kady is good at finding weird shit. She’s good at finding that thingthat you didn’t know you needed but the second you say it it was everything. Like,Julia would get you a first edition book from your favourite series, Kady foundyou a sword cane.

· who gets up first in the morning

Julia.Even if she’s the last one in bed at night she’s the first one up in themorning. She’s got shit to do and sleeping takes up too much time. By the timeKady wakes up the coffee is already made, Julia is already showered and gettingon with the day. Kady likes her sleep and can occasionally get Julia to sleepin a little bit, sometimes hugging her tight in the morning and not letting herget out of bed.

· who suggests new things in bed

Kady.There’s a lot she wants to try and a lot of things that Julia wants to try.Kady only knows what Julia wants because Julia will ‘accidentally’ leave upwebpages of different positions or toys for Kady to see. So then Kady is theone to bring it up because she knows Julia never will.

· who cries at movies

Itdepends on the movie. Julia cries when the dog dies in movies and during movieswhere someone passes away after a long battle with illness. She also happycries at the end of animated movies and hopes that no one notices. Kady criesduring romantic movies and tries to hide it or makes up an excuse to go to thebathroom so Julia doesn’t see her tearing up.

· who gives unprompted massages

Kady.When Julia is reading or working Kady comes up behind her and starts rubbingher shoulders until she relaxes. These are usually quickly little massages but if Julia is really tense and hasn’tbeen sleeping well they can turn into full body massages that end with Juliaasleep and finally relaxed.

· who fusses over the other when they’re sick

Julia.Kady assumes people want to be left alone when they’re sick and, also, shedoesn’t want to catch whatever someone else has. She’ll be there, but she’s notgreat with illness. So, she avoids sick people at all costs. Julia makes soupand checks temperatures and makes sure Kady doesn’t need a doctor. She makessure Kady takes the proper dose of medicine (as Kady will occasionally justdrink half a bottle of cold medicine and declare herself to be fine.).

· who gets jealous easiest

Kady.She’s always worried that Julia will somehow be taken away from her or that she’snot good enough for Julia. Julia has nice things, she’s brilliant, she couldhave basically anyone. Kady sometimes thinks that Julia is only with herbecause of their circumstances. That Julia feels like she has to be. She’s veryjealous and protective over Julia.

· who has the most embarrassing taste in music

Kady.One of her secret favourite artists is Kelly Clarkson. She watched AmericanIdol in a hotel room they lived in when she was younger and she just got kindof attached. She liked Kelly’s story and her music and she still listens to herwhen she’s having a bad day.

· who collects something unusual

Julia.It’s insects. It started when she was younger. She has shadow boxes ofdelicately places and labelled insects and arachnids. Kady thinks it’s a bit creepy but she supports Julia,occasionally bringing her strange insects she’s found for her collection.

· who takes the longest to get ready

Kady.Mostly because she procrastinates. She doesn’t want to get into the shower,then she doesn’t want to get out, then she doesn’t feel like getting dressed orfussing with her hair. These things just take too much effort and she delaysthem for as long as possible.

· who is the most tidy and organised

Julia.Mess is too distracting. Kady is the type to leave coffee cups around her workspace and works better in clutter. Kadyis used to clutter and chaos, Julia isn’t. Messes make things overwhelming andthere’s too much going on. Everything has to be a certain way or working andstudying become difficult.

· who gets most excited about the holidays

Kady.She didn’t always. Usually the holidays were just another day and she didn’treally celebrate. Hell, she never had anyone to celebrate with. Her mothertended to forget her birthday and big holidays were always ignored. With Juliait’s different. She has a family and someone she can share the day with. It’snever big or fancy or overly exciting, but Kady did get to decorate her firstChristmas tree with Julia and felt like a little kid.

· who is the big spoon/little spoon

Kadyis always big spoon. Julia is small and likes to be cuddled. Kady likes holdingher tightly and knowing she’s there, knowing she can’t slip away.

· who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports

Julia.She grew up competing academically and every game is very serious to her. Shereally likes playing bridge even though Kady doesn’t entirely understand therules of it. With games like that Kady is incredibly laid back and tends toaccidentally win, leading Julia to try and figure out her strategy even whenthere isn’t one.

· who starts the most arguments

Julia.She doesn’t mean to but occasionally she overreacts too things that Kady saysor takes things too personally. Kady doesn’t like to argue and only does itwhen Julia is exhausted but refuses to go to bed. They don’t often fight andwhen they do it’s usually easily resolved once they calm down.

· who suggests that they buy a pet

Kady.Except, she doesn’t so much suggest it as she does….bring a pet home. Juliacomes home to a cat just in the apartment. It was homeless and tiny and Kadydidn’t think it should be on the street like that, so she brought it in. It takes a while for Juliato calm down over the random stray cat showing up, but she eventually grows tolove him. Even if he is the ugliest cat she’s ever seen in her life, Kady loveshim and they saved him together.

· what couple traditions they have

Tuesdaynight movies and sushi. It’s the one time when they actually stop what they’redoing and make themselves take a break. It was Kady’s idea when she realisedthat Julia had never seen Young Frankenstein and they watched it together. Thenit became a regular Tuesday night occurrence with them settling in and watchinga movie, switching off who picks the movie each week,

· what tv shows they watch together

Theydon’t really have time to watch television. Occasionally they’ll binge watchLaw and Order when the other is sick and have officially seen every episode of SVU. Late at night whenthey’re working they’ll turn on X-Files or Twilight Zone to play in thebackground, sometimes getting caught up in the show and forgetting to work.

· what other couple they hang out with

Okay,you knew this was coming. You know me, you’ve seen my URL, you’ve seen me postshit. Obviously they occasionally hang out with Penny and Eliot. Penny stilllikes talking to Kady and there are still some feelings there and it gets hardsometimes, but he likes her as a person and misses talking to her. Eliot andJulia are both really good at bridge and like to play together.

· how they spend time together as a couple

Mostlyreading or working on magic. Their cooperative spells are amazing and they lovelearning and practising together. They don’t really go out much, neither ofthem really having an interest in shopping or going to wine tastings. They liketo stay at home most nights. Sometimes Julia reads Kady her favourite poemsuntil she falls asleep. Kady likes to make up stories to tell Julia aboutfantastic adventures int eh Great Unknown.

· who made the first move

Julia.It wasn’t exactly on purpose and neither of them really thought about it. Theyjust started growing closer and everything happened so slowly they didn’t evenrealise their feelings were changing. Then one day Julia just kissed Kadygoodnight without thinking. There was a long pause and a few seconds whereneither of them moved or said anything. Then Kady kissed her back.

· who brings flowers home

Kady.She doesn’t know the names of the flowers (and sometimes the flowers areactually weeds) but she picks up any yellow flower she sees because she knowyellow is Julia’s favourite colour. She learns that Julia especially likessunflowers and starts getting her those. Then later she finds out that Juliadoesn’t actually like cut flowers, she doesn’t like watching them die. So, shestarts taking Julia on walks through gardens instead, especially on days where Juliais feeling bad. They’ll casually go stroll through a garden, looking at theexotic and foreign plants with Julia pronouncing their Latin names perfectly.

· who is the best cook

Julia.She bakes bread and makes homemade pasta and desserts. Kady is really good atfoods that needs to be microwaved but not so great with a stove. She can sortof make spaghetti out of a box with a canned sauce, but they both quicklydecide that Julia should be the one to cook. She also stress bakes. Sometimesif she’s really stressed and can’t focus then the house will be filled withfresh bread and brownies.

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