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project: make you love me (jyh) | seventeen.

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—summary: yunho can’t stand how you’re so wrapped up in the notorious campus fuckboy, park seonghwa. he would gladly love you the way you deserve, despite being shy, awkward and the complete opposite of seonghwa. thus, when he finds himself spending more time with you over literature reviews and random study sessions, he decides to take on the challenge to win you over.

—pairing: jeong yunho x f. reader

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers/friends to lovers, college au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 3.4k

—chapter content/warnings: cussing/mature language, flashback scene btwn yuyu & oc, anxiety & overthinking, some crying, [very soft and lazy] unprotected makeup sex <33

Yunho sighs as he pours some hot water into his cup, dipping the tea bag into the scorching hot water a few times before letting it settle. He stands near the balcony door of the apartment, blinds raised so he can watch the rain and wind from inside.

"Jeez, it's fucking crazy outside." Yunho turns over his shoulder to Yeosang, who is getting ready to make some ramen. "And it's freezing."

"Yeah, it is. Such a random storm." Yunho sips on his tea.

"Why are you acting like such an old man right now?" Yunho lets out a chuckle at the remark. "Have you talked to Y/N?"

"No, not yet." He sighs, making his way to the kitchen island to talk to Yeosang more closely.

"Why not?"

"I don't know. I was gonna ask her to come over but it's raining like crazy. I'll probably wait till it dies down."

"Your hand doing okay?" Yeosang nods at his hand, making Yunho flash it his way. "Hm. Bruising has gone down. He deserved that shit."

"Tell me about it."

"Well, not to play devil's advocate at the wrong time, but I truly don't think Y/N meant to hurt you."

"I know. I just—" He sighs again and shakes his head. "He pissed me off. I didn't wanna take it out on her. Truthfully, I wasn't really over it until.. probably this morning." Yunho shrugs.

"Yeah, I get that."

"It's not her. It's him. Fucking can't stand him. I hope he gets the picture now because I'm not going anywhere."

"And you shouldn't. He'd be stupid to keep testing you. I'm sure that was more than enough for him to realize."

"Yeah, I don't know. Whatever. Just keep him the fuck away from me." Yunho subtly rolls his eyes. "I miss her, though. I know she wouldn't do anything to hurt me."

"She's a good person. It's very clear she feels the same exact way for you as you do for her." Yunho traces the rim of his cup, missing your kisses and your company terribly, even though it's really only been a full day since you two last talked.

"I really love that girl." He lets out a small chuckle. "Like.. really love her."

"Cute." Yeosang smiles as he pours the hot water into his ramen cup. "You finally gonna say it to her once you two talk?"

"Probably, yeah." He looks at Yeosang. "It's crazy to me. I wasn't expecting anything out of this when I started helping her with her lit assignments. Now, I can't even picture my days without her."

"You should text her."

"I will, once the weather calms down a bit."

"What do your plans with her look like after graduation?"

"Honestly, I don't know. I mean, obviously, I'll always be here to support her and I'll try to stay close as much as possible. But, eventually, I do wanna settle in a job and make enough for us to move in together."

"Wow, really?" Yunho nods. "You see your life with her?"

"Does it sound weird to say that?"

"No, not at all."

"I just wanna be able to come home to her and spend time with her." Yunho sips his tea, the sound of the harsh wind and tree branches hitting the window slightly startling the both of them.

"Damn. Yeah, probably good to just wait until the weather settles down." Yeosang flips the lid to his ramen and starts stirring the noodles around. "Wanna hop on a game?"

"Yeah, sure." Yunho chuckles, standing to make his way to his room and play for a bit.

Meanwhile, you've tossed and turned on your bed, unsure of what to do with yourself for the day. Chaery sat at her desk, studying with her headphones on; prepping for a big test coming up in the following week. It was probably the third [or fourth] time you've scrolled through your phone in the past 5 minutes, finding ways to distract yourself even though you were only waiting to see if Yunho would text.

He didn't though.

The last text he sent was his response to you yesterday morning after the whole squabble with Seonghwa, a quick little—

you: goodmorning yunho, have a good day today 💕

yunho: you too, y/n.

The dry, sad response is enough to trigger that awful feeling in your stomach— enough for you to toss your phone and lay on your side, hoping everything could just wash over and pass.

♣︎ FLASHBACK

"Have you seen Yunho today?" You shake your head.

"No. I feel like he's just avoiding me right now." You say with your head hung low.

"Babe, he's not avoiding you. You're his girlfriend."

"Then, why does it feel that way? Usually he'd try to come see me and send me off before class or something. He hasn't even texted me after I said 'good morning' and 'have a good day.'"

"Maybe he really just needs time to get over it, Y/N." Chaery adds as you two continue to walk towards the library. "I mean.. think about it. He stumbled upon you two and suddenly found himself in a fight with your crazy ex-fling. Plus, this was also his way of finding out about the bouquet. It's probably so overwhelming and frustrating, mainly because of Seonghwa. I get him. I wouldn't wanna talk to my girlfriend while I'm still upset because I know I'd probably say things I'd regret."

"Mmyeah.." Is all you say. The moment you take the last few steps up to the library, Yunho is exiting and comes through the door. You stop in your tracks as your eyes land on him, a sad, sympathetic look captured on your face.

You are so, so beautiful. Yunho feels like you'll be the death of him one day.

He almost makes it visibly known how much you've caught him off guard. He swallows the lump in his throat and walks over— one hand in his pant pocket, the other hanging onto the backpack strap.

"Hey." Is all he says before giving you a one-armed [tight] hug.

"Hey babe."

"Yuyu, my favorite person in the entire planet!" Chaery gives him a playful little punch on the arm, making him chuckle. "Y/N, I'll wait for you inside, okay?" She gives you a reassuring smile before leaving you and Yunho.

"Off to class?" You stupidly ask already knowing his schedule, but he nods anyway.

"Yeah. Did you sleep okay?" He brushes the hair away from your face.

"I don't know."

"Yeah, same." He sighs.

"Should we talk then?"

"Not now." He doesn't mean to sound mean or dismissive, but he truly doesn't think he has it in him to talk properly about this yet. "Just not ready to yet. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I understand." You feel the tears well up in your eyes, causing you to shift your attention elsewhere to prevent them from falling.

"Hey." Yunho pulls you in for a hug. "We'll talk about it soon. Promise." He kisses the top of your head before letting you go. "Have a good rest of your day, okay?"

"You too." You give him a small, tight-lipped smile before watching him walk past you to his next class— your heart dropping, cracks slowly breaking at the surface.

You missed him, and you were only hoping it'd get better from here. You were ready to move past this.

All of this.

♣︎ END

Your bottom lip trembles as you stand and throw on Yunho's hoodie, slipping the hood over your head before wiping away at the residual tears streaming down your cheeks. You understood Yunho needed time, but you couldn't wait another day of not talking to him.

Not hugging him.

Cuddling him.

Kissing him.

You missed Yunho, and you were afraid he was realizing he didn't feel the same— that maybe, this was the way it would all slowly fizzle out. That maybe, this didn't turn out to be what he expected or wanted. Every minute you continued to overthink made you more and more anxious. You couldn't sit this one out anymore. Not any longer.

"Babe, where are you going?" You pop into the room after a quick bathroom break, fixing your pajamas onto the edge of your bed while Chaery continues to sit at her desk. "It's literally storming outside."

"I need to talk to Yunho." She looks at you worriedly, turning her chair towards you completely.

"Love. I know. I know you wanna talk to him, but don't you think you should wait until the storm passes?"

"It's just across the lot."

"Still. It's kinda crazy out there."

"Chaery, I need to talk to him. I can't let another day pass. I won't." You murmur as you grab a pair of sneakers. "I'll be back, okay?" She sighs.

"Just be careful, please. I really don't want you to get sick or anything."

"I know. I'll be careful." You give her a tiny smile before heading towards the door.

"Um, please tell me you aren't actually going out there right now?" Seungmin asks with a brow cocked up as he stands in the kitchen. You slip into your shoes and slightly tilt your head, meeting his gaze.

"I really need to talk to Yunho."

"Do you want me to walk you over there? It's super windy and raining like crazy."

"It's okay."

"Sure? Take an umbrella."

"I'll run over."

"Please don't get sick. I seriously can walk you over just to be your umbrella dude."

"I promise I'll be okay, Seungmo. Thank you. I'll be fast as lightning speed."

"Alright. Be safe. I hope it goes well. I'm sure he misses you, too." You give him a small smile before heading out. As soon as you head out of the front door, the gusty wind hits you, along with the rain slapping you along the side of your face. You pull Yunho's hood a little more over your head, clinching it at the neck to keep it tight. No matter what you do, or how fast you run to his building, you're still being rained on like crazy.

Yunho's hoodie and your sweats are soaked, and you hate the feeling of damp clothes against your skin. But, you needed to do this.

You needed to see him.

You shakily bring your phone up to your ear after dialing his number, sweater paws wiping away at your nose and cheeks.

"Y/N?"

"Yunho."

"You okay?"

"I'm outside your door."

"You're what? Why did you come here when it's storming like shit outside?" You can hear him shuffling towards the door, hands quick to unlock it. He sees you and his heart instantly shatters into pieces. You're in his hoodie, wet from the rain; random strands of hair sticking to your face. Your grey sweats have traces of the rain scattered on all sides, and god, Yunho wants to embrace you and hold you so badly. "Y/N." He says, almost disappointingly as he grabs at your hand to bring you inside. "Why would you do that?"

"I had to see you and talk to you." You look at him, bottom lip trembling again as you hold back your tears. He clicks his teeth before leading you into the room. He quickly grabs a change of clothes for you before handing it over and nodding towards the bathroom.

"You should get comfy first." You silently nod, taking the clothes in your hands before waddling to the bathroom. You strip out of his clothes and hop into the shower for a quick wash-up, his freshly laundered clothes feeling good against your skin afterwards.

When you get into Yunho's room, he's slouched on his computer chair while pressing away on the controller resting against his lap. He turns towards you when he hears you drop the clothes into his hamper, pausing his current game and setting the controller aside.

"Hope you don't mind me throwing those into your hamper."

"Course not." He sits on the edge on his bed, watching as you sit next to him. "What's going on?"

"Yunho, I'm really sorry. I know you needed time and everything, but I couldn't stand us not talking to each other and being awkward after everything. It's my fault. I should've just told you about them in the first place, I don't know why I hesitated." You're crying now, and Yunho melts. He knows you're sincerely sorry, and he knows you would never intentionally hurt him. Truly, he meant to take this time just to let his anger for Seonghwa pass. He didn't wanna let that bleed onto you, nor did you deserve that, so he wanted to make sure he was completely over it before anything. He was gonna text you today and ask you to come over, but he waited because of the rain. He should've known you wouldn't have cared, though. "It was so, so stupid. But, I didn't mean any of it. I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry, I—" You continue to go on through your crying, but Yunho gently shushes you and pulls you onto his lap.

"Hey, come here. Don't cry. It's okay."

"No, it's not." You pout.

"Baby." He gives off a tiny chuckle before wiping your tears and kissing your forehead. "I know you're sorry, okay? I really just needed the time to make sure I was over it. I didn't want to accidentally take out my anger on you or do anything stupid when you don't deserve it. That's all. I was gonna ask you to come by today, but it started raining." He lets out a breath. "Should've known you wouldn't have cared though, hm?" You shake your head. "No more crying."

"I just want us to be okay. I didn't mean to hurt you, Yuyu."

"I know you didn't. We're okay. I'm not upset with you."

"Are you sure?" He pauses just as he looks at you, thumb coming to caress the surface of your cheek before coming down to your bottom lip.

"Well, why don't you just be mine, hm? Just like I am for you. How does that sound?"

"Wouldn't want it any other way." Yunho chuckles and kisses you on the tip of your nose. You instantly wrap your arms around his neck and hug him tightly while still on his lap, taking in all of him while he gently rubs at your back. "I missed you."

"I missed you too." Your hands are resting at the nape of his neck, fingers gently threading through the ends of his hair. Yunho's hands are slowly rubbing at your sides, the warmth of his hands transferring onto the surface of your bare skin.

"Can I see your hand?" He chuckles a bit and raises his hand in front of you, knuckles still slightly reddish-purple in hue from the punch.

"It's fine." You give him a look before planting soft kisses at his knuckles, turning his palm upward to place some kisses there.

"Yunho?"

"Mhm?"

"I love you." His eyes widen a bit as his mind registers what you just said. His lips turn upward into a smile, planting a chaste kiss to yours before responding with a—

"I love you too, baby." He kisses you again, smiling against your lips. "Can you promise me one other thing?"

"Hm?"

"Please don't trek over here when it's raining like this outside. I don't want you to get sick."

"It's just across the lot."

"Promise me." He furrows his brows ever so slightly to get his point across.

"Fine." You pout.

"Say it."

"I promise." You say in a somewhat whiny tone, making Yunho let out a small laugh.

"You're such a brat."

"Mm, but you just said you love this brat."

"Yeah." He bites onto his bottom lip. "I do. I really do." You giggle, kissing him once more. Though Yunho has always been affectionate and vocal about his feelings for you, his next action is unexpected and catches you a bit off guard. He simply rests his head against your chest and holds you tightly, breathing regularly as his fingers gently rub circles on your sides. He doesn't say anything, causing you to look down at him and wonder if he's truly okay.

"What's wrong?" You ask while wrapping your arms around him, fingers massaging at his scalp.

"I just want you to be honest with me. I don't want you to feel scared about coming to me about these things because I'm with you, not against you." He responds softly, cheek still pressed against your chest. "That goes to say that I would never do anything to jeopardize this. I don't wanna lose you." He looks up at you with those puppy dog eyes and you can't help but release a shaky sigh. Your lips fold into a small frown as you cup his cheek, shaking your head at the statement.

"You could never do anything to jeopardize this, Yunho. I'm not going anywhere. This was my fault, and I'm sorry for not coming to you sooner about this. I promise I'll be better. I know you're here for me, and I know you would never do anything to hurt me either."

"Can you tell me? Honestly. Do you miss anything about Seonghwa?"

"No, I could never. It was so stupid and I didn't mean to mislead or confuse you. I could never go back to that. I don't want to. All I want is you."

"Okay." Is all he responds with. "I feel the same way. You mean a lot to me, Y/N. I mean that more than anything."

"I know, Yunho. I feel the same way." He gives you a tiny, toothless smile before releasing his arms from around you.

"Wanna lay down and take a nap with me?"

"That sounds really nice right now." You smile as you hop off his lap and settle into the sheets. Yunho shuts off his computer, the only sounds echoing in the room is the strong wind hitting the window, rain splattering against the glass. He slips under the covers, pulling you close to him to keep you warm. His fingers start threading through your hair as you quietly look up at him; no words being exchanged in this very moment.

"Sleepy?" Yunho breaks the silence with a soft question.

"No. I just like it when you play with my hair." You shut your eyes in satisfaction.

"Of course." Yunho kisses your forehead before moving down to the tip of your nose.

Lips.

Chin.

"I thought you wanted to nap?" You subtly bite onto your bottom lip when Yunho leaves sweet kisses on the edge of your jaw and neck.

"I do." He says in between kisses, tongue soothing the surface of your neck after little nibbles.

"This doesn't look like a nap to me."

"No, but we'll definitely take one after." He smirks against your skin, hands roaming up your shirt. He squeezes your side before his hand moves up to your breast— playing with your nipple before giving your boob a good grope.

"Yunho." You whine, hands tugging at the ends of his hair. Sooner or later, you find yourself straddling Yunho— lazily working your hips while he lays back and watches you. Everything about this moment is slow, sweet, sensual; every kiss, every move, filled with love and affection. He bites onto his bottom lip as his hands rest on your hip, fingers slightly digging into the surface as he helps guide you. You've still got his shirt on, and he's still got his, too— sweats pulled down enough to ride him. It's so lazy, but so intimate, especially with the storm in the background.

It feels perfect and enough.

You let out soft moans and whimpers, Yunho whispering sweet praises about how good you feel and how perfect you are. He never fails to remind you how beautiful you are and how much you mean to him, even in the most compromising positions. But his words drip with gold, low groans and hisses dipped in honey.

Everything about Yunho is so, so sweet.

"Fuck." You whimper, brows pulled together as your mouth is slacked open— orgasm quick to build, close to toppling over on the edge.

"That's it, baby." Yunho replies as he tries his hardest to hold on. "Wanna cum for me?" You nod, pace increasing just enough to make you come undone in the next few rolls of the hips. You let out a few curses in between moans, while Yunho continues to pound upward into you to find his own release.

"That was definitely not a nap, Yunho." You continue to sit on top of him to regulate your breathing and come back down from your high.

"Ah, no. But, that nap does sound nice now, doesn't it?" You giggle when he taps your hips, the both of you letting out small whines when you finally pull your bodies apart from each other. He grabs some wipes and helps you clean up before following suit on himself, slipping back into the covers for said nap.

"Yunho."

"That's me." He says, eyes already shut as he holds you close.

"I love you. And I'm sorry. I wanna keep doing better for you."

"I love you, too. Don't be sorry. We're learning together, princess." He lets out a breath before kissing you on the forehead. "Come on, let's take a nap. It's not like we can go anywhere anyways." You chuckle against his chest, feeling happy and content that all is well; that you're finally in his Yunho's arms again.

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haecien · 7 months

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SEVENTEENS reaction to their s/o being scared/screaming about bugs.

Note: I have no idea who is & is not scare of bugs in svt... this is just my interpretation!! If there is a video/post about this tell me!!! also fun fact, a Cockroach was roaming around my room while writing

Warning: mentions of killing, the word die😭 all of this is jokes, none of these are real! slight cursing!

Genre: fluff, jst fluff

766 words 3,883 characters

C.SC -

At first he thought you were dying when he heard your blood curtailing scream, turns out there was a fly just roaming around and it happen to just touch your face.

Now he has learned to carry at least 1 tiny can of bug spray just for you, it gives him a heart attack over your screams. He finds it a bit cute whenever you clung to him after seeing a bug near you.

Y.JH -

Same reaction for the first time of coups. But.... instead of comforting he just... almost teased you to death/j

He'd secretly hide those fake toys of bugs ALL around your shared house/apartment/...idk any living place lmao

You'd almost kill him for doing that, still gets you everytime. Ofc he made it up to you, he is still your boyfriend after all

" Hey... come on I'm sorry! I forgot to remove itt"

*silent treatment*

H.JS -

He would try to calm you down at first, if you were still wailing about the bug he would try and kill it or carefully place it outside.

He would endlessly caress you and tell you that you're alright

(Bro im giggling)

"Joshua i swear ill love you til I die" " Then die😊🤭" /j

(If ykyk)

W.JH-

Who knows he'll eat the bug, jk. He would prob scream with you, he'll act up like " I'll protect you! " then comes running back to you terrified

" YOU DIDN'T TELL ME IT WAS THAT BIG " " WAAAHAA I KNOW... "

Eventually he sucked it up and very "bravely" shoo shoo away the bug. BEGONE! " You know! I was just acting, I wasn't really scared... " " Totally.... "

K.SY-

" AAAAAAAAA " Wow is HE more scared than YOU? Yes, a matter of fact he is.... " You know i've seen tigers beat bigger enemies... yet you're scared of a single bug?? I guess you're not really a tiger. "

Those exact words, they made him furious and he quickly got a broom and vigorously whacked the bug away! In times of need you just made him question his identity as a tiger.

J.WW-

Honestly, would be kinda chill. He carefully took a piece of paper and a glass and scooped up the bug and placed it outside.

He asked if you wanted to play with him to help you calm down, you said yes NEVER wanting to set a foot outside right now. (Ok now imagine resting your head on his broad ass shoulders while playing and he'd run his fingers through your hair)

L.JH-

Same reaction as Wonwoo, BUT It would take him awhile to come down from his room😭the time he came down you'd almost started thinking of burning this entire house to the ground. (No reason, i keep thinking about the fluffy hair jihoon with THE black turtleneck shirt that's kinda tight)

X.MH-

So... Fuck it he's letting you take care of it/j yeah he's gnna flame that bug, BURN THE WITCH! If he mocks you about this you would bring up the thing with him and frogs😭(if you don't know I remember seeing a video of seeing minghao being scared of irl frogs but not animated ones ex: keroppi)

K.MG-

Hes a big boy... but he's just a puppy tbh, LITTERALLY LOOK (I got off track sorry HAJSJSK Free gyu pics ig HAHA)

Deff is also scared of the bugs too, poor baby just stood there frozen while the bug flew on his face. Prob had to call a friend to help you HAHA

L.SK-

You know he's gnna hit those high notes, who's going to help you both in this state oh my god. "YOU'RE THE MAN. GO GET IT. " the bug flew away before you both could even do anything " Sunshine i drove it away!! " ".... YaaYyyy.... " *dies*

H.VC-

" HANSOL... " he looked at you confused literally deadass holding the now DEAD bug in his hands " what do I do with it? Throw it o-- " "NO! " bitch I thought you were scared of it " ... ill just do whatever "

B.SK-

He gets scared easily too so... hajimalago/j would be sassy about it " Why don't you get it! You saw it first " kind of guy you'd end up bickering with him too much that the bug decided to just dip out

L.CN-

The only guy who actually protected you HELP, you'd move to another room and let him take care of it. He'd keep reassuring you that you were fine and that the bug was gone, no more bugs will bother you anymore

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frankcastlescumslut · 2 years

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Stay

word count: 6.7k

pairing: Frank Castle x female!reader

warnings: 18+ (minors dni!!!!) DARK THEMES!! violence, mentions of rape (does not happen!!!!), murder, blood, injury, angst, panic attacks, mega hurt/comfort, emotional hurt reader, protective frank, super sweet fluff, domestic fluff, reader is going through it !!

synopsis: you knew it was a trap when the man decided to keep you alive. two men appeared from thin air, it seemed, guns blazing. you were completely defenseless. you knew there were only three outcomes to this situation- you die, frank dies, or you both die. and yet, you still fought.

reblogs/likes/comments/feedback is welcomed! you do NOT have permission to repost or translate my work without my permission!!! don’t even think about it!!!

a/n: yall. this one just… kills me. I came up with this when listening to this song on my way home from work one day, and I’ve been dying to sit down and write it out! I definitely recommend listening to the song on repeat while reading- either starting at the apartment or shower scene- for some added ambiance ;-) k bye!

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“c'mon! c’mon, hit me!” your face whips to the right as it makes contact with the back of a large hand. “wow!” you huff with a smirk. “just some warming up, right?” your face whips to the left. “c’mon! hit me like you mean it. hit me like a fucking man, god damnit!” you challenge your assailant and your face follows the direction of the blow.

you can feel the skin tear as a ring collides with your cheekbone- ouch. “alright!” you exhale breathily. “alright now we’re finally getting somewhe-“ your sentence was cut off by a punch to the jaw; your body lurches to the side and you nearly topple over in the chair you’re tied to- grimacing as you accidentally bite your tongue in the process.

the taste of blood floods your mouth and you’re almost tempted to spit it out.

“that ought to teach you to shut the fuck up for once, you nasty bitch.” the man in front of you pants while simultaneously pushing his hair out of his sweaty face and rolls up the sleeves of his white collared shirt.

you’re not really sure who he is or what you’re here for, if you’re being honest. he doesn’t seem like your typical target, but you don’t ask questions.

working with Frank meant more doing and less asking. you trusted his commands, and he respected your dedication and swiftness; you had a natural gift and he knew that well.

you havent worked on the field with Frank in a while- more so out of precaution for each other’s safety now that you’re a couple and to avoid compromising the mission. you were secretly grateful for the unspoken boundary; it nearly ripped your heart out of your chest to see him get hurt.

but today he needed the best, and that was you.

you were more than happy to oblige if it meant you were avenging at least one person in the world. besides, you certainly weren’t complaining about any extra time you got to spend with Frank as the Punisher, seeing as it was already limited.

you could feel yourself becoming distracted by the thought of your boyfriend and were forced back into reality when a fist cracks down on your nose.

a steady stream of red paints over your lips and chin, falling onto your chest as your head follows suit with a groan.

the man responsible for your injuries lets out a hearty chuckle and loosens his tie as he bends down in front of you. his hands rest on the arms of the chair that you’re tied to and he takes a moment to catch his breath.

you watch from underneath your eyelashes as he cranes his head in an awkward position to catch a glimpse of your face.

“oh come on, cat got your tongue?”

his cold hand traces your jaw and lands under your chin, roughly forcing you to look at him.

inhaling loudly, you spit the blood you had been collecting from your injured tongue into his face. he hunches over, and before he can even fall, you use every ounce of strength you have to lift your knees as they make contact with his face.

you squirm against the ropes that tie you to the chair in an attempt to reach the small blade hidden in the waistband of your underwear.

your fingers work quickly to saw away at the restraints while the man groans and pushes himself into a sitting position. damn. you had really hoped you had hit him hard enough.

a wave of panic surges through you suddenly as you hear gunshots echo nearby.

god dammit Frank.

you had really hoped that you would be alone in this warehouse- office building- secret lair? and that Frank would stick to the plan- watching the perimeter for you. in and out. no witnesses. just intel. no problem.

you work well with Frank; not only as a couple, but as a team, which, arguably are no different from the other. there’s never any lapse in judgement when it comes to a job, and you never have to repeat yourselves.

where you end, Frank begins, and vice versa.

working together was rare, but you both understood the risk and possibility that one of you could die or be used as bait, and if that happened, well… it won’t get that far, you would tell yourselves.

except now you’re staring at the barrel of a gun, your blade is on the floor, and you are still tied to the back of a chair.

“you bitch!” the gun slams against your temple, breaking the skin into a deep gash.

your face scrunches involuntarily at the searing pain and your hearing becomes staticy. blinking slowly, you watch the man scream profanities but you can’t quite make sense of what he is saying. even with the ringing in your head, it’s strangely silent.

the man in the suit stalks around you.

even though you were the one bound and at his mercy, you could see the anxiety roll off of him in waves.

his breathing was shallow, he was talking to himself, and his face was crumpled as he tried to win an internal argument.

you try to fiddle with the strands of rope while your assailant is occupied, but your wrist rubs against the burn in the wrong way causing you to audibly wince.

the man immediately brings his attention back to you at your sudden outburst.

“this is all your fault, you know? I didn’t want to have to do this to you” he waves the gun around as he speaks.

the barrel of the gun is suddenly placed against your navel.

you watch, trying to breathe evenly, as the man glides the gun up your torso, through the valley of your breast, up your neck, and stops at the center of your forehead.

you swore you could hear a thud in the distance, but you weren’t sure if it was the blood pumping in your brain or a body crumbling to the ground.

“please, frank. don’t come in here. don’t come in here.” you’re chanting to yourself, just below a whisper.

“what’s that? calling on your god? to what? spare you? that’s funny sweetheart.”

you flinch away at the familiar pet name coming from the entirely wrong person.

the gun traces the perimeter of your face, stopping at your lips. if only he knew how ironic this situation was.

“frank, you don’t even need to be here. how hard could this possibly be?“ you nudge him with your hip as you walk together, inconspicuous through the traffic of bodies on the narrow sidewalk.

he fake stumbles, dramatically landing against a building and placing a heavy hand over his heart.

“ouch, sweetheart. hit me where it hurts!” he grins at you.

you wish you could capture this moment and frame it. staring a little too long at one another, he smacks your ass to get your attention.

“well? what are you waiting for? go on now lil mama.” you flash him a smile before slipping into a dark alley towards the warehouse.

“open up.” youre brought back to earth as the nudge of a gun threatens to split your lips. you press them shut even tighter.

“I said open up, you fucking whore!” your breathing becomes restricted as a hand clamps around your throat. well, if this is the way you’re going out, might as well piss him off one last time.

you smirk as the man’s chest heaves from anger and you open your mouth making sure to stick your tongue out suggestively. “ha!” he huffs. “dirty fucking pig. It’s a shame I didn’t get to use that mouth of yours.”

he presses the gun into your throat, forcing a gag out of you. his eyes widen and you can see the gears turn.

you can hear the clinking of a belt being undone and the swiftness of it being yanked from the loops sends a wave of fear through your body. please don’t come in here. please don’t come in here. please don’t come in here.

if there is a god, he would’ve just let you die right then and there.

you didn’t have the strength to witness Frank’s heart breaking in front of you.

you didn’t want his last memory of you to be your defilement.

you didn’t have the strength to watch his eyes scramble to make sense that he was about to lose another great love. you didn’t have the strength to see the lightbulb moment go off when he realizes this was a trap and that you were about to die.

together.

maybe that’s the best way for things to end, though. wouldn’t you rather die with him than live without him?

your eyes brim with tears as you mentally prepare for what’s about to happen.

the gun wiggles and is shoved deeper into your throat as the man attempts to pull his pants down, unintentionally gagging you. exhaling, you close your eyes and a tear rolls down your cheek.

one single gunshot fills the air and your jaw nearly breaks from clamping down on the gun so hard. you tear your eyes open, wildly attempting to scan the room for answers. a red stain blossoms through the white shirt that shields your view.

the man silently gazes down at his torso in shock before making eye contact with you.

your lungs burn as you attempt to scream, but the noises are muffled by the weapon in your mouth. another gun shot.

the man’s head flies back as he cries out and falls to one knee- the other had been the target. yanking the gun from your mouth, he blindly shoots behind him, unable to fully turn.

“Frank! no!” your voice is barely audible as bullets fly past you.

you knew it was a trap when the man decided to keep you alive.

two men appeared from thin air, it seemed, guns blazing. you were completely defenseless.

you knew there were only three outcomes to this situation- you die, frank dies, or you both die. and yet, you still fought.

you inhale deeply before throwing yourself backwards. your back took the brunt of the fall and the wind was knocked out of your lungs, but the chair thankfully was pretty old and cracked in splinters.

your body lays limp for a few seconds, practically begging you to slow down.

you catch a glimpse at Frank the Punisher from the hard ground.

his jaw is clenched, his eyes are lifeless. he is relentless.

the ring of gun fire brings you back to your senses.

your eyes scan the wooden debris from the broken chair in attempt to find your small blade. trying to be as quick as possible, you quietly feel around to find the familiar metal.

one of the men notices you scrambling to your feet and raises his gun towards you, only to be forced back as you fling yourself towards him.

the blade kisses his throat and red is sprayed across your face.

He holds his throat, desperately trying to push the blood back into his body, as he stumbles backwards and smacks into the wall.

you loom over him as his body gives way and slides down and slumps over with a thud.

the floor is painted red.

your feet move on their own accord, quickly bringing you to your next victim.

he squirmed uncomfortably under your gaze as you kicked the gun away from his body. the fear in his eyes were almost enough for you to go easy on him, but the stinging of your throat reminded you that he didn’t pity you.

you were shown no mercy.

you’re not sure what possessed you to straddle the man. you no longer felt human.

you were a machine.

robotic.

automatic.

which maybe would explain the way you easily gagged him with your fingers.

you had no reaction as he spilled tears from lack of oxygen and the vomit that he choked on.

your heart beat steadily as he attempted to claw at you, unable to as you bent your leg in such a way that your heel was able to dig into his wrist, pinning him beneath you.

there was no life behind your eyes while you drove a plank from the broken chair into his jugular.

you wait for the gurgling to stop before you rise.

the only sounds you are cognitive of are the deep streams of air leaving your nostrils.

you look like death’s henchmen coming to usher the next unexpected victim into finality.

you scan his body from above, stopping as you land on his left hand. the silver ring blinds you. below his broken wrist, a lanyard peeks from his pocket. he smiles a big, toothy grin in his picture.

the machine falters.

the robotic rhythm of your heart stutters.

you’re human again.

wrong.

wrong wrong wrong.

this is all wrong.

you shouldn’t have had to kill someone today, it was just intel. it was supposed to be just intel.

air can’t fill your lungs any faster.

your legs don’t carry you far away enough.

the sharpness of the cool air burns as it is sucked into your raw throat.

your mouth opens to sob but no sounds come out.

a hand on your shoulder startles you. moving too quickly, your wild eyes meet a familiar gaze and you nearly collapse from the pounding in your head.

”Frank” you muster, your vision beginning to spin. “I- you” you manage to gasp.

“shh, it’s okay. it’s okay, you’re okay”

the hold on your shoulder steadies you as he gently pushes the hair out of your face, accidentally smearing the blood.

he’s thankful you can’t see yourself.

“trap. it was all-“ your eyes fly back and forth between his and the lifeless body below you.

“I know. come on, let’s go home.”

——

you don’t remember the walk to the car. you don’t even remember being hoisted into the car.

the click of your seatbelt sounds too much like the cock of a gun, and you flinch automatically while clawing the familiar arm that had fastened you safely in the vehicle. “hey hey hey” he coos.

“it’s just me… it’s just me.” Frank lingers over your body, afraid to make any sudden movements.

“Frank.” you close your eyes in exhale.

“yeah, baby. it’s me.”

his hand strokes the side of your head, careful to avoid the deep gash. you could feel the pity rolling off of him.

the car ride is uncomfortably silent.

the small space smells like copper, sweat, and gunpowder, making you a little queasy.

you try to distract yourself by watching the passing street lights and focusing on your breath, but all you can think about is how you kill- Frank interfering with the job.

you didn’t get any intel.

you killed someone.

you failed the mission.

Frank’s hands grip the steering wheel too tightly, and your thigh suddenly feels very cold. you miss his touch, but he ruined the job by saving you.

he watches you out of his peripheral, careful not to make any sudden movements.

you aren’t one to shut down over a kill, so to see you this distraught breaks his heart and he wishes he could read your mind.

your dedication to the job and absolute ruthlessness is what originally drew Frank to you. the ease in which you separated your emotions from the mission made you not only dangerous, but fascinating- maybe even tantalizing.

it wasn’t until you completely broke down after fatally injuring a bystander in crossfire that Frank really began to see you- the real you, through the cracks.

you couldn’t eat or sleep for days and refused to leave your room after it happened.

it took months before you trusted yourself enough to even hold a gun.

you don’t ever speak of that job again.

it had been a while since either of you had been compromised this severely during a mission and he wasn’t happy with himself either.

he thought of everything he missed- why it was so lightly guarded, why it was too good to be true, why they didn’t just kill you, why he was almost too late- his jaw clenched and his grip tightened.

his knuckles whitened against the steering wheel.

he couldn’t allow himself to think about losing you, and yet it almost happened, because of his carelessness.

you notice the shift in his demeanor and it just agitates you even more as you sit in silence.

it’s been nearly twenty minutes since you’ve spoken to one another.

you realize how close you are to the apartment and sigh into the seat, unprepared for what you were about to unleash behind closed doors. with a sigh, you close your eyes and argue with yourself.

you really shouldn’t be upset with him. you know he did what he thought was right and wanted to protect you, but damn it, you can protect yourself.

you had a back up plan, you had a way out, but he didn’t believe in you.

he ruined the job and you failed. he ruined the job and you killed someone and you failed. he ruined the job and you killed someone.

you killed someone.

you didn’t realize the car was parked and that you were breathing so hard until Frank interrupts your inner turmoil. “you okay?”

his fingertips brush yours as he asks gently.

“‘mfine.”

you mumble and open the car door, practically jogging to your front door to escape from his, what you perceived to be, judgement.

Frank follows you inside, gingerly interpreting your reaction. the panic attacks that follow your shock usually consist of crying and shortness of breath, not silence or bitterness.

he watches you carefully as you try to grab a glass from the cabinet, wincing as you stretch. he’s quickly by your side and hands you the glass.

“thanks” you mumble, not making eye contact.

you pour yourself some water as you lean against the counter, finally allowing yourself to somewhat relax in the comfort of your shared space.

the water soothes your raw throat and you squeeze your eyes shut as you try and forget to the taste of the gun. frank leans against the counter across from you, arms crossed, eyes scanning over your body. you could cut the tension with a knife.

“I had it, you know.” you break the silence.

you can feel his eyes glued to your face and force yourself to keep your head down.

he rubs a singular hand over his face “yeah”, he sighs as he shakes his head unable to argue with you.

you scoff at his reaction; how could he think so little of you? how could he judge you for what you did?

“I did” you retort.

“I’m sorry if that’s so hard for you to believe.” you go to refill your water, not caring about the callousness of your voice.

“the fuck did you say?”

Frank uncrosses his arms and places them against the counter to lean on; he’s almost in shock by your accusation.

you scoff at his surprised demeanor.

“you heard what I said. I had it. if you hadn’t barged in and interrupted, we wouldn’t be in this position right now and I wouldn’t have had to-.” you turn and throw the empty glass in the sink, letting it echo throughout the apartment.

you became aware of the wound in your temple as your head pounded from the noise.

“and what position would that be? the one where you’re alive? the one where you weren’t about to be rap-“ he stops himself before he can say the word.

he sighs as he brings the heel of his hands into his eyes, refusing to let the tears escape.

collecting himself, he straightens with a deep inhale.

“you wouldn’t have had to what?“ he all but growls, and you suddenly feel the weight of your accusation.

”we can’t keep doing this”

you keep your back towards him as the words fall from your lips. you’re almost as surprised as he is at the statement.

the gash in your head begins to throb and your cheek suddenly feels heavy, and you know you need to take care of your injuries sooner rather than later.

nearly mirroring him, you collect yourself with a deep breath and straighten as you walk towards the bathroom.

a strong hand catches your bicep as you attempt to walk past him.

“what are you saying right now?” he can’t look away.

“I’m saying… I’m saying maybe this isn’t working.”

you refuse to look at him as his eyes burn holes into your profile.

you know you’re lying.

he knows you’re lying.

you felt cornered.

“I-I knew it was a trap. I knew it was going to be me or you, and you had to go and-and get in the way and I failed. I failed! I failed and you almost died and and I kill-“ your head feels light as you pant through your recount of the night.

“do you even hear yourself right now?”

Frank’s voice is barely above a whisper, but it��s full of exasperation.

“I failed today-“ you desperately try and squirm out of his hold.

“Look at me.” his voice cuts through the onslaught of emotions.

you barely register the grip on your chin, and realize

youre being prompted to look at him.

your eyes flutter as you take a deep breath and find his gentle gaze.

“what do you think will happen when you die?”

you weren’t prepared for this kind of interrogation.

“life will go on.” you whisper after a minute of silence.

you aren’t sure if Frank is shaking his head in disapproval or disbelief.

his brows furrow and his eyes go back and forth as he scans your face incredulously.

“do you believe that? do you really believe MY life will go on? without you?”

you swear you see his lip quiver and you realize the carelessness of your statement.

“Frank-” your voice is soft.

“I didn’t-” shaking your head, you swallow hard and tears form on your waterline.

“did you really think I could just sit there and let there be a CHANCE that you could have been killed?“ his voice catches in his throat.

“I would never-“ he clears his throat quickly.

“I would NEVER take you with me if I doubted your abilities, and you know that, damn it!”

your vision blurs as a single tear falls from your eye, stinging the open cut as it rolls down your cheek.

“And killing? that’s what’s got you all screwed up? killing that son of a bitch?”

your arm falls to your side as he huffs in confusion and exhaustion from trying to figure you out.

“listen to me right now” he presses an index finger into your sternum.

his eyes are daggers. you aren’t sure if you’re facing Frank or the Punisher.

“if you didn’t kill him, he was going to kill you. I can’t let there be a possibility where you could be taken from me.” he doesn’t stop the tear from escaping his eyes or the way his voice wobbles at his confession.

you whisper his name and bring a soft hand to the side of his face; he leans into your touch and places a kiss to your palm.

you don’t bring attention to the way your hand cups his tears.

something hits the top of your lip.

it feels like another reminder of his sadness, but it smells like copper.

you dab at your cupids bow and find your finger is painted with red.

Frank expertly reaches into the drawer below his hands and grabs a clean towel from the drawer. he wipes the nosebleed.

you shiver at the sight and suddenly every gash, cut, and bruise becomes agonizing. squeezing your eyes shut, you finally allow yourself to acknowledge how close you came to being eternally separated from Frank.

“what are we doing Frank?” you sniffle.

he gently relaxes as his forehead meets yours.

“the best we can, I think.” he sighs with a small smile.

you would spend forever like that if you could.

both of your walls were decimated. your guards let down in complete surrender.

you wish you could will a bubble from thin air to encase the both of you in this moment, capturing the gentle vulnerability and comfortable silence.

you begin where Frank ends, and vice versa. in every sense of the word, you both complete one another.

his pain is your pain.

your happiness is his happiness.

a near death experience wasn’t necessary to bring out this truth, yet here you were, wincing at the dull throb of your temple.

Frank perks up at your sharp inhale, finally realizing the severity of your injuries.

”c’mon, let’s get you stitched up.”

he pats your backside gently to usher you towards the bathroom, quickly swiping a bottle of the nearest alcohol.

you sit on the toilet and he shoves the bottle in your hand. quickly taking a sip, you scrunch your face at the burn. it’s more severe this time due to the nature of your attack. “ts’the matter? cant handle your liquor anymore?”

Frank huffs a gentle laugh as he leans on the doorframe. you’re not sure what he saw when he came to your aid, but you didn’t particularly want to bring it up again.

”yeah, something like that” you exhale a small laugh.

he catches on to your hesitation but doesn’t push it. sauntering into the small room, he crouches in front of you, his hands resting on your thighs.

you don’t mean to flinch away, but it’s eerily similar to the man in the suit.

“you okay?” Frank’s brows crease in the middle, desperately wishing he could read your mind.

he notices the way your body jerks away from his touch and how stiff you are.

“I’m fine” you lie.

your hands are pressed into your lap and your head hangs heavily as you try and ground yourself behind closed eyes.

Frank isn’t a stranger to your emotions.

you feel everything, unapologetically, all the time.

It’s his favorite part about you. the way you cry with others as they share their life story with you, for god knows what reason.

the way you stop to talk to every baby you see, but look how cute it is! whining as Frank is the one to pull you away.

the way you sing happy birthday in a crowded restaurant with strangers and bask in their happiness.

the way you feel guilty for killing someone who was trying to kill you.

“c’mon”

Frank lightly taps the side of your knee.

“switch spots with me.”

he holds out his hands for you to take.

you’re swiftly lifted to your feet as you watch Frank fold a towel into a perfect rectangle.

you’re a little confused when he places it in front of the toilet and motions to it.

“Sit.”

the folded towel blocks the initial coolness from the tile and provides somewhat of a cushion.

guilt instantly finds place in the pit of your stomach over Frank’s simple but meaningful gesture; how could you have thought those things about him?

you bite your lip to hide its quiver.

“alright, this is for you” he hands you the bottle again.

you take another swig, exhaling through your mouth quickly at the sting.

“okay pretty girl, let me see you.”

you look up at Frank’s gentle smile.

god, you don’t know how you got so lucky to call him yours.

he places a gentle kiss to your forehead before he gets to work on your wounds.

it’s quiet, save for the small gasps at the intrusion of the needle piercing your skin.

Frank does his best to be as proficient as possible, but you looked like shit. you felt like shit.

you aren’t really sure why you start to think about dying. maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the reality of your work, or maybe it was the way you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about Frank’s kids and wife.

you never had been afraid of dying; you were afraid of what you would never experience.

what you would miss if he had been taken from you.

“what do you think heaven is like?”

Frank pauses at your question.

his hands freeze mid-stitch as he thinks for a second.

“I don’t know. probably like you, ladybug.”

he gives a half smile and continues his work.

you aren’t content with his half ass answer so you press on.

“no, really. what do you think? unless. well, unless you don’t believe in that stuff?”

you had never even thought about what Frank’s opinions on the afterlife may be. you clamp your mouth shut as you realize you’ve opened a can of worms.

“what’s this about?” he asks gently.

you try to shake your head but he holds you still, finishing the stitches.

he throws the needle and gauze in the trashcan while reaching for the correct antibiotic cream.

“it’s nothing.” you sigh again.

but it is something.

your mind is replaying the moment you saw the wedding band on the attacker’s finger.

what if he has a wife? what if he had a wife.

Frank brings his large hand to cup the back of your head and ease you into his touch.

the softness of his smile and tender caresses of your hair was almost too much for you, and you could feel the dam in your chest nearly breaking.

there was an unintentional tug towards the nape of your neck which brought you back to reality.

“ouch!” you hissed and automatically reached behind to find the source of your pain.

Frank’s long fingers were caught on a few tangles.

“sorry bout that sweetheart” he groans at the thought of hurting you.

“here” he grunts and hovers over your frame. “turn around.”

he physically spins you around so your back is facing him.

your ears pick up on the rustling behind you, his body twisting at odd angles to grab something.

you’re not sure what he’s doing, but you immediately relax as he holds your hair in his hand and begins to brush.

he lightly grabs the matted area and swiftly brushes through the knots, careful not to cause any more pain.

you sigh and drop your shoulders as he begins to lightly scratch your scalp with the bristles of the brush.

an innocent moan fills the room as he guides the brush from the top of your scalp to gently tickle your back.

you hear a short chuckle and can’t help but smile as your body feels moldable.

“this feel okay sweetheart?” Frank presses a kiss to the top of your head.

you could only muster a small “mhm” to reply.

you’re not sure how long you both sit there.

minutes. hours. days.

you were deliberately focusing on the pleasure and basking in Frank’s care.

he also enjoyed being able to take care of you; it was seldom that you allowed yourself to be taken care of.

I’m the one who takes care of people you told him once.

he just smiles to himself and appreciates this shared moment of vulnerability.

it’s not until you feel the needle pricks in your legs that you groan and decide to stand up.

you turn, facing Frank, and place your hands on top of his forearms as he holds your waist.

“I love you, you know” you confess easily.

“you know I love you, too, sweet girl.”

he places a quick kiss to your chest and the butterflies flutter throughout your body.

you attempt to lean your head against the top of his but pull back at the dull ache.

your fingers find the blossoming bruise on your cheek and grimace as you realize you probably look the worse for wear.

“alright, let’s see the damage” you conclude.

“wait! honey hold on-“ Frank tried his hardest to stop you. he’s right behind you as you stare at your reflection, unsure of who was staring back.

to say you looked like shit was a compliment.

your face was swollen in odd areas.

your lips were cracked and bloody. the gash on your temple was puffy and irritated and visible through your hairline.

your nose wasn’t that bad, but it was slowly turning a nasty shade of purple.

your undereyes matched your nose.

you should have reacted.

you know that. Frank knows that.

but you don’t- you can’t.

as much as you wanted to be appalled at the reflection, you feel nothing.

the machine stares back at you.

the robot jolts to life.

you watch as Frank’s chest heaves in anticipation- waiting for that dam to burst. waiting for the human to feel. waiting for the heart to beat.

but it doesn’t.

it wont.

“hey… why don’t we-“ you weren’t going to hear what he had to suggest.

dirty clothes litter the bathroom and you’re naked before he could stop you.

before you could give in to the feelings.

you turn on the water to the hottest it can go but you don’t wait for it to warm up. it should be freezing, but you can’t register the temperature.

you can’t process the sting of ice raining on your soft skin. you can’t make sense of the thrumming in your head, what you assume is the aftershock of throwing yourself to the ground in an attempt to escape.

you can’t understand why your throat is burning while you inhale the steam of the now scalding water.

you can only see how the stream becomes red.

red.

it follows you everywhere.

it’s the color of the roses that Frank greeted you with at your door on your first date.

it’s the color of the balloons that filled your tiny apartment on your birthday.

it’s the color of the ink that stains a sticky note pinned to your refrigerator had to get groceries i’ll be back soon. love you to the moon <3

it’s the color of his lips after he kisses you ferociously when “I love you” isn’t enough.

it’s the color of his knuckles when he comes home from a difficult night.

it’s the color of the floor in the warehouse.

it’s the color that leaks out of the married man’s neck.

your feet give out and you catch yourself on your knees and palms. so badly you wish you could scream, but no sounds come out.

you’re stuck.

trapped in your own mind. trapped in this small space. trapped in a chair. trapped in a warehouse. trapped-

“Frank!” your voice rips through the thundering of the water hitting the floor of the shower.

Frank was already there when he heard you thump against the ceramic tile.

sobs rack through your body.

he isn’t sure where your tears end and where the water from overhead begins.

”I’’m here! I’m here baby, I gotchyou. It’s okay, I’m right here.”

he spreads his legs as far as they could go in order to comfortably cradle your body close to him, rocking you back and forth.

he feels like he is suffocating under the weight of his soaked clothes and your sadness.

“Frank” you sob into his chest, clinging onto the drenched fabric.

if you let go, you might not come back.

if you let go, he may not come back.

“you’re okay” he kisses your head.

“you’re gonna be okay. we’re okay. you’re safe” his eyes are shut as he tries to compose himself.

he has guided you through these episodes before- when your cat ran away, when your best friend abruptly died, when you killed an innocent person.

tonight was different, though.

you were clinging to him as if your life depended on it, and he so desperately wish he knew how to help.

“I love you, you’re safe. I’m right here, I’m here baby”

he presses his face into the top of your head as his hands support your folded body.

it’s terrifying, you think.

you know you shouldn’t feel guilty for killing someone who was trying to kill you first- self defense, ya know is what you used to joke- but seeing your assailant as a husband shook you to your core.

because you really didn’t see a husband in a suit who happened to get caught up in the wrong crowd- you saw Frank.

your Frank.

the anger you felt towards him for “ruining the mission” only disguised the true feeling: fear.

“Frankie, please..”

you push yourself up onto your knees in front of him and desperately meet his gaze.

your eyes are wild and your chest heaves under heavy pants.

your hands shove against his chest before they cup his face in multiple angles.

you needed to make sure he was real.

he isn’t really sure what is happening, but his eyes betray him as they look at you with worry.

he catches the way your lips quiver before he is completely surrounded by you.

you threw yourself at him; your arms snaked around his neck and your torso was pressed into his.

you wished the water was hot enough to melt you into one another.

“Please don’t go. Please Frank, I can’t live without you. Please.” you cry into the side of his neck.

a mix of a gasp and exhale leaves his mouth as he furrows his brows in heartbreak at your pleas.

strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you into his solid build as tight as he can without hurting you.

he buries his face into your side and gives himself permission to cry.

“I’m so sorry that I did that. I-I’m sorry that I was so mad” you hiccuped.

your body shakes uncontrollably.

“I didn’t- I didn’t mean to blame you. Please. Please forgive me. Tell me you forgive me. I don’t want to live- I can’t live without you.”

he’s not really sure where this urgency has come from.

of course you had both talked about marriage and would throw around nonnegotiables for your “dream wedding” in passing, or critically judged the houses on HGTV

-I would rather die than have a plain white house! why would they only put in one sink in the master bath? I swear, we’re going to have a whole garage for all of your shit! we will never have a plain white house-

but he assumed you were both on the same page as far as planning your futures together.

why were you scared he was going to leave?

nothing but death could separate him from you.

until death do us part-

oh.

exhaustion washes over your body and you have no more tears left to shed.

your gasping breath and quick inhales signal Frank to come back to the present moment.

you’re studying his face as you attempt to calm down. it’s embarrassing and pitiful, but if you look away for even a second-

your face is being pulled into his- lips crashing into yours over and over again.

“hey, hey” he coos softly. “I’m here” he presses another kiss to your shaking lips.

“I’m here. I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart.” he cups your face in both hands.

“Look at me, ladybug,” your eyes are hooded in exhaustion.

“I’m staying. Here. Forever.” he confesses with haste.

“I’ll stay with you, forever.”

you close your eyes at his confession. you know he means it.

“It’s me and you, sweetheart. forever or for as long as you’ll have me.” he chuckles gently.

you shoot your eyes open at the insinuation that you could spend even a minute without him.

you almost want to be upset with him for the casual banter, but you can’t and you never will.

Frank holds your heart, life, and soul in his hands, and he holds his heart, life, and soul in his arms.

the water washes away remnants of doubt.

“It’s me and you” he repeats.

“Til the end of the line?” you ask with a small smile.

“yeah. yeah, somethin like that.“

you plant a kiss to his forehead before resting against it.

”I want you to stay” you exhale confidently.

“Forever. I want you forever.”

“I’ll stay.”

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:-) welp! the original draft was only 3k words and I never even planned the shower scene but because I’m a self indulgent slut for hurt/comfort, I just had to keep going.

anyone catch the other marvel references? 🫣

comments/feedback/reblogs/likes are heavily welcomed!! i love knowing what you like and don’t like!! ahhh!!!

#frank castle x female reader #frank castle hurt/comfort #frank castle fanfiction #frank castle x reader #the punisher fanfiction #the punisher #frank castle x y/n #the punisher x reader #frank castle fluff #frank castle just really loves the reader okay #frankcastlescumslut #Spotify

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fierymiasma · 1 year

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୨☆ Upcoming Works ☆୧

Wow, can't believe I broke through 100+ followers already! Thank you to everyone who has read any of my work. Here are the next series of fics that are on the docket. 💜

❣️Feel free to drop a comment/ask and your favorite one might be moved up in the queue!❣️

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🐍And You Look Fetching in Yellow | Part Two of "You Look Better In Green" | Sebastian x f!MC

Summary: It's been a few weeks since Sebastian had gifted her his scarf. And yet, to her frustration, nothing even remotely romantic has happened between the two of them.

How was she supposed to know that she was supposed to give him something in return?

Headcanon: In which Hogwarts couples exchange scarves to signify their intention with each other. Unfortunately for Sebastian, MC is new to the whole magic thing.

♪ Tags: Fluff, Misunderstanding, Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Teen Rom-Com, Flirting, Making Out

In Sebastian's hands was a warm, yellow and black striped Hufflepuff scarf. The one that she had worn throughout the fall. The one that always managed to hide her teasing smiles and blushes. It smelled of their shared apple tarts and a bit singed at the edges as if one of her Confringo spells was a bit too close for comfort.

It smelled like her.

He looked up to catch her gaze. She was leaning with all her weight on one foot with her arms crossed, slightly annoyed at the silly affair.

Sebastian recovered quickly. He couldn't stop the grin from his face. He felt like he was back to his old self, just like how he was when the two of them first met. "Well, well, I was waiting for you to pay me back eventually. Nice to know that Hufflepuffs have some manners."

She huffed, tired of these games and double-speak. "You know, if you don't want it, you can always give it back."

"Now hold on," Sebastian cut her off, already wrapping it possessively around his neck in intricate woven pattern so tight so she couldn't even separate it from him if he tried. "I never said I didn't appreciate the gift."

🐍Slight Variation of "Between" | Ominis x f!MC x Sebastian

Summary: Ominis tries to be happy for Sebastian and their new friend. Really he's happy that his two favorite people have starting seeing each other.

...It's too bad that he wasn't included.

In which Sebastian and f!MC try repeatedly to ask Ominis out, too bad he's too stubborn to see it.

The three of them tumbled over each other into the broom closet. Legs tripped on buckets as arms caught themselves on flimsy mops. Ominis could feel someone's body pressed hard against his. He flushed, entirely embarrassed to be caught in this situation.

Someone groaned in his ear. He was glad for the darkness of the broom closet, so that no one could see the hair on his neck raise in attention.

"Well, that's one way of getting his attention." Sebastian mused.

"Oh, stop it." she huffed, squirming on top of Ominis. "You thought making out in front of him was a good plan. Look where that landed us." Her right sleeve was wet, dripping with…something mysterious.

Someone 's knee pressed against Ominis's ribs. "Hmm, I don’t know." There was mischief in Sebastian's tone. "This would be the perfect time to play Seven Minutes in Bliss. Who knows what a trio of teenagers could get themselves into."

Ominis had enough. He was not going to be anywhere close to them when the other two inevitably starting to claw at each other's clothes, leaving him as the awkward bystander.

🐍Something's Gotta Give | Sebastian x f!MC

Request: Are you still taking request? If you do, can i request angsty to fluff sebastian and f reader (optional) being off from each other after solomon died. He was rumored to be dating other students and both mc and seb try to make each other jealous.

♪ Tags: Jealousy, Dark!Sebastian, Possessiveness, Obsession, Angry kissing, Rough and dom!Sebastian

🐍Sleepless in Hogwarts | Sebastian x f!MC

Summary: The Hero of Hogwarts gets way more drunk than usual at the Slytherin House. Like a decent, loving, chilavious man, Sebastian tries to get her needy, difficult ass back to her dorm.

She's lucky she's too sweet for him to be grumpy about it.

"Sebastian, are you able to escort her back home?" Natty asked. "I would do it myself but the Gryffindor tower is the complete opposite end of the castle and-"

"And no one can sneak around at night like Sebastian Sallow." Sebastian finished for her. "Of course, I'll make sure she gets tucked into bed."

Natty hovered, a bit nervous. "She's ah, how you say, not very sober right now." She hiccuped a bit before giggling madly. "Well, all I can say is, good luck! She is quite the handful."

Before Sebastian could ask Natty what exactly she meant by that, a very loud presence announced herself.

"Sebastian!" The Hufflepuff in question shouted, throwing her hands in the air. She pushed quite roughly through the crowd, heading straight for the Slytherin in question. "Sebastian! Good evening!"

"It is a good evening." Sebastian agreed, wondering exactly how drunk she was. "Now, I believe it is my duty to escort a certain someone to their bed."

She deflated like a Shrivelfig. "Oh…okay, see you later then."

It turns out she was very inebriated. "It's you. You're the someone I'm escorting to your bed."

"Oh!" She smiled using all her teeth, then quickly hide them behind her hands giggling madly. "Why didn't you just say so, silly? This will be great!" She shouted over the music. "It'll just be like our very first night together!"

Several heads turned to look at the pair of them. Sebastian could hear voices whispering behind them. The back of his neck turned red.

🐍NSFW Jealous!Ominis | Sebastian x f!MC

Request: Hiii would you be interested in a jealous nsfw ominis reader fic

♪ Tags: Jealousy, Rough, Dom!Ominis, PiV sex, Sub!MC, NSFW, oral sex, Fingering, sexual tension

#sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow x reader #hogwarts legacy #hphl #sebastian sallow x mc #dark!sebastian sallow #dark!sebastian #ominis gaunt x sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis x reader #ominis x you #harry potter #harry potter hogwarts game #sebastian sallow fic #sebastian sallow fanfiction #silver trio #fierymiasmaupcoming

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circusgoth-dotcom · 10 months

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Welcome Home, Tommy Boy

Ship: Tommy Callahan (III) x Gabriel Hunt

Word Count: 1967

Summary: I did not expect this to get this long whoops. Anywho yes I've decided to ship with Tommy. 💕 Takes place after Tommy returns to Sandusky but before his dad dies, Tommy reunites with an old classmate. CWs for food mentions, alcohol mentions, smoking. I wrote this at nearly 2am so let me know if there's anything else I could tag. Also points to you if you get the reference at the very end LOL.

Tag List: @canongf @rexscanonwife @futurewife

Thomas Callahan II’s son was finally back from 7 years of college, which of course meant a big celebration for the workers at Callahan’s factory and Tommy’s high school friends. However, there was one guest at the “Welcome Home” party who was sure Tommy would not remember them. And yet, they turned up anyway, and almost immediately bumped into the man.

“Woah- sorry there, buddy!” Tommy was all buzzed-smiles and rosy cheeks. The sight made Gabriel’s stomach do flip-flops, even when Tommy’s brow furrowed in unrecognition. “Hey, uh, forgive me but, do I… know you? Are you a new worker or…?”

Gabriel forced out a breathy laugh. “Maybe you do, maybe you don’t. I don’t work for your dad’s company, however.” With that, he pushed forth into the noisy party, pulling his jean jacket closer to his body and hearing Tommy’s calls over his shoulder.

“Hey, wait! At least let me guess!”

He found his way to the kitchen and scanned the drink selection for something non-alcoholic, frowning to himself when he found his options limited. He could hear Tommy huffing his way toward him.

“So I’m guessing we went to high school together, right?” Tommy insisted as he got closer.

“Yes, Tommy. One question down, nineteen more to go,” Gabriel quipped as he picked up a bottle of ginger ale. “Boylan Ginger Ale? Wow, you guys really are rich.”

“What classes did we have together??” He asked as he followed them through the crowds and out into the yard.

“Tommy, I doubt you’ll remember me, even if I tell you. English and American History.”

Tommy’s face screwed up in thought while Gabriel busied himself with picking up a roasting stick and fastening a marshmallow to its pointed end.

“Can’t you just tell me your name? Argh… when’s your birthday?”

“December 24th.”

“Ooh! Do you get extra presents?”

“When people can afford it.” Gabriel hummed as he lightly toasted his marshmallow over the firepit.

“O-kay… where did you sit in those classes?” Tommy picked up his own stick and followed Gabriel’s lead, making them tilt their head slightly at his actions.

“Usually in the back.”

“What? Food helps me think-- ah!” Tommy yelped as his marshmallow caught on fire, quickly pulling it away from the pit and desperately blowing on it. Gabriel stifled a giggle, taking his evenly roasted treat out of the fire and inspecting it for burns.

“Damn!” Tommy swore at his blackened marshmallow. Then, without much hesitation, he bit into its crackly shell, making Gabriel wrinkle its nose.

“How can you stand the taste of burnt food?”

“I don’t like to waste things!” He responded through a mouthful of white fluff before swallowing thickly. “Who were you friends with, man? I’m wracking my brain here…”

Gabriel hummed again as he ate his own marshmallow and opened his ginger ale, taking a quick swig to clear his throat. “I wasn’t. Best I had were close acquaintances. I think… Elaine Enberg, Debbie Perkett, and some kid named Gordon sat with me at lunch sometimes.”

“Oh, oh, I remember Debbie! Alright, that narrows it down somewhat…”

Gabriel’s heartbeat hastened as he munched on some raw marshmallows and continued to drink his soda. Ears burning as he chugged the last of the carbonated beverage, he opened his mouth to speak and instead released a thick and hearty belch. As he closed his mouth in embarrassment, swearing everyone had turned to look at him, Tommy began to laugh, slapping his knees.

“Holy schnikes! Whew, that was a good one, dude! Didn’t think a little guy like you had it in ya!”

“Listen, Tommy, if you really want to know who I am, let’s ditch this crowd,” Gabriel spoke quickly, grabbing Tommy’s arm and leading him back into the house.

“It should be quiet upstairs! I’m going to get to the bottom of this!” Tommy announced, quickly taking charge and practically dragging Gabriel upstairs, eventually bringing him to a balcony facing the front of the house. It was much quieter here, with only the faint sounds of music from the floor below and the occasional car passing by to interrupt the silence. Gabriel sighed, feeling sweat trickling down his back as his hands began to shake.

“Do you mind if I smoke?” He asked softly.

“Be my guest,” Tommy swept his arm out graciously as he leaned against the balcony railing. “Who are you??”

Retrieving a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, along with a lighter with a faded picture of Jesus on it, Gabriel took a deep breath. “Tommy… can I ask you some things first? I know I said I’d tell you who I am, and I will, but…”

As if sensing his anxiety, Tommy’s party energy turned to genuine concern for whatever was bothering his guest. “Go ahead, man, what’s up?”

“How do you feel about men who like men?”

Tommy scratched the back of his neck. “I… I dunno, I’ve never really thought about it before.” He shrugged, leaving it at that.

Gabriel opened the box of cigarettes, tracing his finger over the deathsticks, deciding which one he would smoke tonight despite them being all the same. “Alright. And what do you think of women who, deep down inside, know they’re really men? Or men who know they’re really women?”

Tommy’s expression continued to morph into one of confusion. “What do you mean?”

Gabriel selected a cigarette. “I don’t know. It’s hard to explain. Tommy, do you remember a quiet, dark-haired girl with glasses who sometimes got partnered with you for history projects because… she didn’t seem to know how to make friends all that well?” It stumbled with the pronoun that brought it such disgust and self-loathing and lit the cigarette.

Tommy thought for a long moment before his eyes lit up. “Oh yeah, yeah I think I do! Are you her brother? I haven’t seen her in ages! Alli-”

“Don’t!” Even Gabriel flinched as he said it, his voice sounding like the yelp of a wounded dog. “Tommy, please don’t say that name.”

“Why, what’s wrong?” He suddenly gasped. “Did she die? Oh my God, I’m so sorry--”

“No, Tommy, that-that girl didn’t…” Gabriel turned away slightly as he puffed on his cigarette, feeling himself grow weaker as the conversation went on longer. “Well. I guess she kind of did.” They softly groaned to themself as they debated on letting Tommy believe they were the girl’s sibling and that the girl had died, or telling him the truth. “Last question. Please… promise me you won’t freak out over what I’m going to say next, or at least, as close to a promise as you can muster…”

Tommy swallowed, shook himself, and stood tall, as if bracing himself for a physical attack. “Sure, go ahead.”

Gabriel looked at him for a moment and couldn’t help but smile sadly at his stance, smoke curling around his mouth before taking another drag and blowing it out his nose. “Tommy… I was that girl. Tommy, I was a girl who knew deep, deep down that that wasn’t my truth. I’ve pretty much always knew I was meant to be a guy, but for some reason I was… born with the traits that make society say you’re a girl. I lived in pain for a long time. Once I graduated high school, I knew I couldn’t survive that way… so I cut and dyed my hair, got a new wardrobe, started wearing sports bras to flatten my chest… I don’t know how I did it but I even got my name legally changed. So… hi Tommy, my name’s Gabriel. I’m happy to see you again.”

Gabriel offered a shaking hand, tapping his ash over the railing with the other. There was a long pause that made him want to run away, but before he could, Tommy had enthusiastically grabbed his hand and shook it.

“I’m happy to see you, too, Gabriel! It’s been too long, what happened to you?” He exclaimed gleefully, reducing Gabriel to a shocked, mouth-half-open expression. As tears pricked his eyes, he let Tommy pull him into a tight bro hug, thumping his back.

“Ha--! Quite a lot Tommy, quite… a… lot,” Gabriel choked out, hiding his tears in the shoulder of his varsity jacket. He was sure Tommy didn’t quite understand what he had been talking about, but the fact he called him by the name he chose spoke volumes. They spent the rest of the night sitting on the balcony, catching up on each other’s lives. Gabriel had been working in retail for the past three years, and before that they had done two years of college before dropping out, bouncing between jobs as they tried to figure things out. They were very proud of Tommy for graduating at all, no matter how long it took him… he was obviously doing better than they were, after all. Tommy told them wild college stories, mostly filled with drunk and/or high shenanigans and rugby games. They talked so long, they didn’t even notice the party winding down below them until Tommy’s father came up and found them.

“There you are, Tommy boy! People have been asking for you, why’d you disappear up here?”

Tommy hopped up, helping Gabriel onto his feet. “Oh, dad, you’re never going to believe this! This is Gabriel, one of my high school classmates, I can’t believe I forgot about this dude!” He clapped them on the shoulder and they flushed slightly, feeling eternally relieved that Tommy didn’t start telling his dad what they had told him.

Gabriel offered his hand. “Mr. Callahan, it’s nice to officially meet you.”

Thomas shook his hand. “Nice to meet you, too! You must be a rather interesting fellow to steal Tommy away from the party like this.”

“We had a lot of catching up to do…” Gabriel yawned then. “I-I should be heading home, thank you for having me, sir.”

“It’s no trouble at all, in fact,” Thomas then went back to the top of the stairs to call down, “Richard! Are you still here?”

There was a pause. “Yes, sir.”

“I know it’s late, but can I ask you a favour?” Thomas waved for Gabriel to come closer. “This fine young friend of Tommy’s needs a ride home, if you’d be so kind, you’d have our utmost appreciation.”

“Oh, well, I don’t want to interfere if this man needs to get home himself…” Gabriel spoke sheepishly as he came to look down at this “Richard;” a thin and generally good-looking man standing at the base of the stairs in a sharp suit, his coat draped over his arm.

“Like I said, no trouble!” Thomas insisted.

“Yes, very well… I can drive you home…”

“Gabriel.”

Richard nodded, though he looked less than pleased about the task ahead. Gabriel shrugged to himself and said his goodbyes before joining Richard in his vehicle.

Bonus: Richard-Gabriel interaction

“You know, I’m only doing this because my boss asked me to,” Richard spoke with some snark as he drove Gabriel home. Gabriel arched an eyebrow.

“You don’t need to get snappy about it, I’m not him. You very easily could’ve refused, I could’ve hailed a cab.”

Richard glanced him up and down and he instinctively shrunk into the seat a bit, his hair standing on end. “At this hour? You’d more likely be picked up by some stranger than a legitimate cab.”

“Aren’t all cab drivers strangers? Well, unless you’re friends with one, I suppose…”

“You know what I meant, are you as thick as Tommy?”

“I don’t like your tone, Richard.”

“Well you should because you could’ve ridden with a murderer tonight instead!”

Gabriel blinked, completely bewildered. Do you care or not care that I’m your passenger tonight??

“You are a sad, strange little man and you have my pity, Richard.”

#self insert #self insert x canon #self shipping #self shipping community #self x canon #self insert oc #oc x canon #🚬🎃.s/i #🍬Tommy Baby🍺#circus scripts

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musingsinmountains · 9 months

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Masquerade Chapter 9

Synopsis: Your name is Keisuke Baji and it's your third year of studying veterinary medicine in college. Now that the semester is almost over, you’re in danger of losing your scholarship because of your chemistry lab. You may be a pretty smart guy, but that’s not gonna save you. Maybe your lab partner can (even if she’s a bitchy nerd)? Maybe the extra credit you’re gonna get for going to the fine arts festival to support one of your mysterious colleagues? Who knows what happens when the house lights go down and the curtain opens.

C/W: AFAB!Reader, making out, cursing, nicknames, suggestive themes, fluff, angst, College AU,

Pairing: Keisuke Baji x AFAB!Reader

Previous. Next

Chapter 9: Baji’s Invitation

Her hand grabs your arm, fingers intertwined with yours. “Would you like to come in?”

“Huh?” you turn to face her, perplexed at the invite. You can feel your face getting hot.

“Since you won't let me pay you, would you like to come in?” Her face is flushed and she's not making eye contact. Her hand is so warm.

“‘Yes,” you nod. She smiles and opens the door. You follow her in, heading to the table in the kitchen.

“Care for anything? Its late night snack time and unfortunately I’m alone tonight,” she smiles at the kitchen sink, filling two glasses. “Mako told me he wouldn't be home.”

“I should go,” you growl. Even the mention of that guy's name makes you angry. “Wouldn't want your boyfriend to get mad.”

“What are you talking about? What boyfriend?”

“Mako,” you huff, brows furrowed. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”

“Seriously?” she starts to laugh, “Keisuke, he’s not into women. He’s my childhood best friend. He moved in here at the start of our first year. I moved in before New Years after my grandpa died. We’ve been through a lot together”

Your heart both lept and sank. “That's terrible. I’m so sorry. I-i didn’t know,” you stammer. Embarrassment was not your thing. You feel like an ass for assuming she was taken.

“Are you, or maybe were you jealous?” She grabs some dumplings and onigiri from the fridge.

You look away from her, “A little.” The admission causes your face to get even hotter. She comes over to you, food in one hand and drinks in the other. She stops in front of you and you look her in the eyes.

“Let’s talk” she motions to the couch with her head.You follow her and she hands you the drinks as she sits down. She sets down the glasses, turns on the news, and turns to face you. “Keisuke,” she begins, “I think I need to tell you something.” She takes a drink.

“Okay, What is it?” you say matter of factly. When you look into her eyes you notice that her eyes have a sparkle and her breathing is slightly labored. You grab the other glass, taking a drink of the cool water.

“Well,” she pauses, looking at you with those eyes, “I know I haven’t been the best person when it comes to you.” She scoots a little closer, her knee touching yours. “Keisuke, I’m sorry.”

You are speechless. The silence is deafening as you try to process what she said. “Why are you sorry? I haven’t been the best lab partner either.” Something pangs in your chest and your hand slides closer to hers. “You’ve been more than accommodating this week,” you begin, rolling your head to your right shoulder, “I know you’ve been busy and yet you have been giving me a lot of your time.”

“Keisuke,” she whispers, this time the hand moving is hers. Soft fingers crawling over yours, like water trickling over a pile of pebbles until finally coming to rest on top of your hand. The pang comes back as your thumb caresses hers. When you lift your eyes to meet hers, she’s looking at you the way Siren does from the stage. At this distance you can see the different colors in her irises and wow, how had you never seen how beautiful her eyes were.

“Yeah, Mouse?” You lean a little closer to her. If you felt like a volcano about to explode when she held onto you on the way to and from school, your blood felt like thick, hot lava slowly oozing from the caldera of Kilauea. And that lava was then pooling in your abdomen.

She mirrors your lean, getting close enough to feel her breath as it leaves her nose. Her teeth graze the fullness of her lower lip. “There’s one more thing,” she coos, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to…” she pauses, breath hitching, “to tell you this week, even with being busy and doing all this work with you, has been amazing.” Her hand squeezes yours.

By now your heart is pounding so loud in your ears. The proximity of her, the feelings you’ve been having, how quickly the two of you got close (or maybe it would be better to say how the two of you got over the bullshit). Yes, it was confusing but it feels… good. Like everything was going right with the world. That pool of lava in your abdomen continues to grow, enabling your boldness. Your eyes dart from hers to her lips, then back. You gently cup her face with your free hand. “Can I…” you begin, your noses softly touching as you slowly close the gap between your mouth and hers.

Then her phone goes off and she jumps. As she answers it, you curse under your breath. So close, fuck. When she comes back with a blanket and pillow, there is no way to recover the moment. Mouse is very more aware of her surroundings. “Keisuke,” she breathes, “it's late. Why don't you crash here? Safer that way.” You only nod as she hits the lights. Her hand dances across your back, like sakura petals falling. Soon, you hear a click of a door closing.

Were you really gonna do this; staying in her apartment? Knowing she’s only in the next room? Your heart skips a beat. The sound of a shower being run fills your ears, bringing you back to the present. Then something else makes your ears perk up. Music, the softest music and the softest hint of a voice. Her voice… your thoughts trail off. There’s no way its her… right? As you continued to listen, that feeling you got when you watched Siren on stage began to build in your core. Just as you get lost in thought, the sounds stop and the door opens. You get up and approach her, “Thank you, I think you're right, it’ll be safer if I stay,” you say to her, carding your fingers through your hair.

“Good,” she says, face red and clutching her towel closer to her chest as she backs up against her door, “our couch is really comfortable. I’m sure you won't have a better rest, aside from being in your own bed.”

You’ve closed the gap between your bodies. Leaning over her just ever so slightly, you gently lift her chin to encourage her to look at you. “May I pick up from where we were interrupted?” you look deep into her eyes. She nods her approval as you lean closer. Your heart was thumping so loudly in your chest, you were sure that she could hear how she affects you.

However, the moment was short lived. “Not like this,” she turns away from you.

“What?”

“Not like this. I can tell… I-I’m not the one you want to kiss,” her voice shakes with heartbreak. “I’ll pay for your gas for these rides when we get to campus tomorrow. Good night.” She opens her door and closes it just as fast. The apartment was so quiet, you could hear her sobbing. You slid down the wall into a heap at the food frame, cursing under your breath.

Sleep did not come easy, even on a comfortable couch. The morning was quiet and neither of you spoke, save for “please” and “thank you”. Not even a peep on the ride to campus or on the way to class. She didn’t even hold on to you like she had in the past. Things weren’t all that bad, she still went to lunch with you before the lab you had to run together. Lab was a blur and the two of you were able to complete it in prime time with efficiency.

“Here,” she says as your phone pings, “That should be enough for gas.”

“You didn’t have to,” you say, trying to meet her eyes.

“Well, good bye,” she turns and leaves swiftly.

“B-bye?” you are confused by her sudden coldness. Before you can be lost in thought, your phone goes off for a meeting with Professor Sato. Scrambling to get to her office, you make it with buta moment to spare.

“Baji-san, welcome,” she says, ushering you into her office.

“Thank you professor,” you breathe, digging into your bag to get the pile of reports out. “I have all the redone reports.”

“That’s good to hear Baji-san. I trust that your lab partner will be turning hers in soon?”

“Probably as an email ma’am,” you sigh.

“That’s the most likely way. She’s not a fan of paper usage,” your professor smiled. “Now, onto your other assignment. Your paragraph review of the showcase is due next friday. A week should be enough time, should it not?”

“Of course, professor. Thank you professor. Am I good to go?” You lower your head as she nods.

“Oh, and Baji-san,” Sato says as you turn to leave, “Don't get too distracted tonight.”

“Okay, Later.” You leave and go to the student center for a quick dinner before heading to get your seat for the last night of the showcase. At the door, you are greeted by the MC girl.

“Excuse me,” she says touching your arm, “You wouldn't happen to be Baji-kun, would you?”

“Yup, that's me. Why?” you ask. Of all the things you were sick of (today especially), being confused was one of them.

“Awesome! You have been requested to unmask one of our singers tonight,” she smiles, handing you a blue rose and a mask. “ Put the mask on before you take your seat. The last song each singer sings, you will be brought on stage and made into part of the show. At the end of the show, we will call you by rose color to unmask your singer.” She smirks. “Do I need to tell you who you are unmasking, or is it obvious?”

“Siren,” you choke out, “Got it.”

“Great! You are just as perceptive as I’ve heard! Have a good show!” She bounces off across the lobby to where a table of remaining masks and roses lay. You head into the performance space to the seat you normally take. Still a great view, you think as you catch someone sitting next to you out of the corner of your eye. They have a red mask and a matching rose.

“You get to unmask her?” the guy next to you asks. He’s fiddling with the mask.

“Junpei?” It was nice to see a semi-familiar face.

“Yeah. Baji, was it?” Junpei asked as he struggled to tie the mask on. “I’m guessing you mean enough to Siren. As far as I can tell the unmaskers are all close to their singer.” Junpei was blushing a little.

“I’m surprised she picked me. I didn’t know she even knew I existed,” you sigh. Normally this would be an exciting moment. But with all the thoughts in your head surrounding your lab partner, Siren, and what you were going to write about this whole shebang was keeping you from really being excited.

“I don’t think the singers got to pick their own unmasker,” chuckled Junpei, “I think they picked them for each other.” He shrugs and finally gets his mask tied behind his head.

“Oh? How’d you come to that conclusion?” you ask, curious but hoping he doesn't answer.

“Because I have a contact that says Pomme picked you for her,” Junpei smirks, gently elbowing you in the arm.

“No way,” you chuckle, “How would he know who I am?” You think back to the meet and greet where Pomme inserted himself into your awkward conversation with Siren. That was days ago, there’s no way he remembers… is there?

“Can’t tell you, but trust me he did,” Junpei’s voice brings you out of your thoughts just as the house lights go down and the MC girl comes to center stage.

“Welcome to the final night of the masquerade vocal showcase,” her energy was contagious. “On behalf of the company, I want to start tonight with a thank you for all who have been coming to our performances. Your support is so special to all of us.” She pauses for applause and cheers. When she’s ready to move on, she motions with her hands (palms towards the crowd, softly bouncing in a calming motion). “Yes, thank you. Now tonight is a special night. Not only is it our last performance, but tonight we are unmasking all of our singers,” she motions to the audience, “You may notice some of our audience members with masks and roses. These are our chosen participants. The second song of each set, these masked members will become part of the show. At the end of the night, these members will come up and unmask the singer in the matching color costume.” The MC girl has a huge smile on her face.

The spot light turned red, signaling the entrance of Pomme. When he was center stage all the lights went out, save for one light on him. His set opened with “Hurricane” from Hamilton. Combined with specific lighting, and the softest hint that from backstage the other company members were backing him up. Not many things move you to tears, but you felt your eyes begin to sting as his first song began to come to a close. An usher came to your row and signaled Junpei to follow him. As Pomme finished, the lights went down and Junpei was snuck onto the stage. The stage hand posed him similar to Danny Zuko. A familiar tune began and the lights came back. His second song was “Hopelessly Devoted to You” from Grease. A bit of a strange pick, but he was rocking it. Pomme moved around the stage, in a very Sandy inspired series of steps. At the end, he dipped Junpei as the music ended. The entire theater gave him a standing ovation.

This was the formula for the rest of the cast. Fox followed Pomme, Lizard followed Fox, Anemone followed Lizard, Butterfly followed Anemone. Each song in each set was thoughtfully chosen. Some songs did have the rest of the cast backing the main vocals via the organ balcony in the performance space. While Pomme did set the standard, all sets received standing ovations. You kind of expected this, especially since it was the final night. As the stage reset after Butterfly, your heart began to race. Junpei nudged you. “Hey,” he whispered, “It’s gonna be okay. Its just one song and then you get to pull her mask off later.” You nodded in response, but even his kind words couldn’t settle your heart.

A violin started to play, the strings being plucked. It was somber when the piano came in with Siren. "He will do what it takes to survive," She gestured with her arms , physically showing the audience how the music and lyrics flooded over her. You could see her eyes as they searched the papers she was holding. “I'm searching and scanning for answers in every line,” Her voice begins to tremble as she repeats the word “You”. When she gets to the lyrics about burning the letters, she throws them into a “trash bin” next to her. Then the trash bin caught “fire”. You smirked at how clever the stage crew had been for that effect. In the last stanza, a stage hand came to get you. Had you not been chosen, you would have seen how she stared your seat down as she sang “I hope that you burn”.

You were led backstage, past the other members of the company. Pomme gave you a nod as the stage hand took you out and posed you. Before she left, the stage hand whispered, “Think like Hercules”. A subtle hint that this song was from Hercules.

“If there’s a prize for rotten judgment, I guess I’ve already won that” Siren began standing across the stage, leaning on the piano. She walks over to you, walking a circle around you and playfully smacking your bicep as she sings. Then the “Muses” in the balcony come in and the banter back and forth becomes comedic and beautifully musical. You can see how she keeps stealing glances at you when the “Muses” call out the swooning. She creatively flips them off, “this scene won't play, I wont say I’m in Love”.

As the song comes to an end, Siren leans against you “At least out loud, I won’t say I’m in love’. Her back is pressed against your chest, her head leaned back on your shoulder and she’s reached up with her right hand to cup your face. The song ended on a sigh from her and the "Muses". Her hot breath tickled your ear. Your breath hitched.

Goddamn, you shift your glance down and you can see how her chest rises and falls as she stays against you while the house erupts in applause. She moves and takes your hand in hers for a bow before the two of you scuttle off stage. As the door closes and the MC girl starts her speech, Siren keeps her fingers laced with yours. When Pomme comes over to congratulate her, that's when she lets you go and you sneak back to your seat.

Back in the main room of the performance space, stage hands have lined up the masked audience members at the back of the hall. “Pomme, please come to the stage, will Red please come forward,” requested the MC. She gave Junpei a count down and on three he skillfully took off Pomme’s mask before removing his own. The MC announced Pomme was Mako from the political science department. He smirked as he dipped Junpei and gave him the most romantic kiss. The other colors were friends of the singer. A couple of them were so shocked. Like Lizard was a freshman from the math department and his twin sister unmasked him. She nearly fainted. All singers and unmaskers were at the back of the stage while Siren stood front and center.

“Will blue please join us on stage,” the MC called out. You walked slowly up the stage stairs. Your hands were shaking so hard the rose in your hand was trembling. This was, of course, quite odd for you. Keisuke Baji doesn’t tremble like a leaf, he sets the tree on fire. Nonetheless, you were now on stage, facing Siren. The two of you turned so that the audience had a side profile of both of your bodies. She took your hands and a familiar warmth seeped from her into you. The MC counted down and you reached around Siren to untie her mask.

“It’s always been you,” you whisper to her. Your lips graze her ear as your fingers detangle the ribbon holding her identity hostage.

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camaro-and-smokes · 1 year

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Dream a Little Dream of Me

Chapter 10: Smile, though your heart is aching

Rating: EXPLICIT Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Stranger Things. Relationship: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington Characters: Billy Hargrove & Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham. Tags in general for the whole fic: Fluff & gay sex. This chapter: Fluff & angst. See all tags on AO3.

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Summary: Life after the outing isn't all that rosy.

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There was a buzz around Billy and Steve on gossip websites and social media even after a few weeks since their outing. The women who’d been eager to try their luck with Steve were mortified to find out that it was a man who Steve had chosen. Billy was scrutinized from head to toe, but at least no one said he was ugly. They simply couldn’t. The worst on social media died down after those weeks, and to their relief, all the attention seemed to remain mostly online.

To get away from it all they went to see Steve’s mother. She was still living in Steve’s childhood home in Hawkins.

They hit the highway and Steve set the cruise control of the Merc onto 70. “So, what did you tell her about me after having mind blowing sex with me for the first time just hours before?” Billy asked teasingly. Steve glanced at Billy with a smirk. “Yeah, I immediately told her how fuckable my new boyfriend was,” he replied sarcastically. Then his tone softened. “I think she knew that already when I said that you’d be the last one I’ll ever bring home to meet her.” Billy was silent for a while. Then he smiled and let out a laugh. “You keep saying that I’m last this and last that. It sounds like you’re going to murder me and to date no one ever again after that.” Steve laughed and put his hand on Billy’s thigh. “You’re the last one in the sense that I won’t ever need anyone else but you.” “You don’t know that. Not yet.” Steve squeezed Billy’s thigh gently. “I know enough.”

Billy smiled and took Steve’s hand in his, interlacing their fingers. “So, what did you tell her?” “That I had found someone I wanted her to meet. She asked who the lovely lady was, and I told her you weren’t she. She was silent for a quite a while after that. But then she said that she remembered me having that one friend who was around a lot and asked if it was like that. I said that it was. Then she just said that she couldn’t wait to meet you.” Billy was quiet for a while. “You know, you’re the first who takes me to meet his parents,” he said, squeezing Steve's hand lightly. “Really?” Steve asked surprised. Billy nodded. “Yeah. I haven’t had that many serious relationships, and they never lasted long enough, anyway. Some of them met Eddie, though. He’s the closest I have to a brother. But even those were more of them wanting to meet Eddie, the rock star, not my best friend. Max lives in New York, too far for me to take anyone to meet her unless I’m serious enough.” He paused. “I’d like you to meet her.” Steve smiled. “I would love to meet her. And Eddie, your best friend.” Billy kissed Steve's hand. “When we go back home...I could ask him to come over at your place with Chrissy.” “You got yourself a deal, gorgeous.”

Finally they drove to the silent suburb of Hawkins where Steve's mom still lived in Steve's childhood home, and Steve pulled the Merc over onto a driveway of a large house. “Wow. Living it large since childhood, huh? I bet you had a pool, too.” “Yup. But it’s funny how everything seems smaller when you’ve lived away for a while. Even houses this big.” They got out of the car, and Steve walked around the hood under which the engine was clicking in the crisp autumn air after the long drive. He took Billy’s hand. “Come. Mom said she made us something to eat.”

When they walked in, a striking looking middle-aged woman with long, chocolate brown hair like Steve’s came to meet them while wiping her hands on a towel. “Steve, honey!” she said, her arms open, and grabbed her son into a tight embrace. “It’s so good to see you!” “Mom, this is Billy.” She turned to Billy and smiled. “Hi, I’m Margaret,” she said and offered her hand to him. “I’d hug you, but I don’t know if you’d like that.” Billy smiled and opened his arms. “I don’t mind hugging.” “Oh, that’s good,” she said, and hugged him. “I’m a big hugger, so you better get used to it.” After she let go, she took a step back and measured Billy from head to toe. ”You got yourself a real catch, Steve,” she said smiling, making Billy blush. “Teasing aside, I hope you’re hungry. I made chicken casserole. You go ahead to the dining room, I’ll bring the food in.” She vanished into the kitchen leaving Steve and Billy to take their overcoats off.

“Are you ok?” Steve asked Billy as they sat down by the table in the dining room. “Yeah, I’m good. She seems nice.” “She’s gotten better since dad died because now she’s home alone a lot. She used to travel a lot with dad, to keep his eyes from wandering.” “Oh.” “Yeah. They weren’t home that much when I grew up.” Margaret soon came in with the casserole pan and set it on the table. “Okay. Dig in, boys,” she said as she sat by the table across from Steve and Billy. “So, Billy, Steve tells me you’re a writer.” “Yes, I do copywriting and PR and write novels.” “That sounds interesting. Are the books something I might’ve read?” Billy smiled. “Uh, well, maybe. I write...um, romance.” “That’s not bad. Ugly world needs that stuff. People need to get something nice to distract their minds with.” “I’m glad you see it that way. Some people treat it as garbage.” “You get paid for it well, don’t you?” “I do.” “It can't be all garbage then, or many people like garbage. I don’t think it’s the latter.”

After they had eaten Margaret brought coffee and desert to the table. “So, Billy, because Steve’s father isn’t here, I think I need to ask this. What are your plans regarding my son?” “Mom!” Steve laughed incredulous. “Billy, you don’t have to answer that.” Billy looked at her, surprised. “Um...Well, I hope we...” He was lost for words and looked at Steve for help. “Mom,” Steve said, “we’re together, and if it’s up to me, for the rest of our time.” Then his expression turned serious, and he clenched his teeth. “He’s not a gold digger, if that’s what you’re implying.” Margaret looked at Steve. “I’m allowed to be concerned about things like that. You two are moving forward awfully quick.” “It’s my life, my relationship. It’s not yours to decide.” “I understand you’re concerned,” Billy intervened. “I assure you, I have plenty even without Steve’s assets,” he said and put his hand over Steve’s hand that was on the table clenched into a fist, making it loosen a little. “I’m not with him because of what he has. He is the reason I am with him. Even if he had nothing, I’d still be here.” Margaret nodded. “I’m sorry. I just had to ask. Steve...” she sighed. “He’s brought in people who haven’t always been with him for the right reasons. But you seem different. Though I should’ve known you’re special the moment he drove to the driveway. He hasn't brought anyone in with that car. That's special.” ”Yeah, I'm apparently the only date who's even been in that car even once, so...“ Billy shrugged smiling.

They spent a whole week in Hawkins because no one really paid any attention to them there. Sure, some older folks recognized Steve, but because most of his friends had moved away and only their parents had been left behind, they were left alone most of the time. Which was welcomed.

When they returned home, everything was already getting back to somewhat normal, and Billy was finally allowed at least some peace when he left the penthouse or his own apartment. But of course his past slithered out from under the rock it had been hiding under...

He was sitting on the floor of the penthouse, leaning on the glass wall in the living room, typing on his laptop. He was working on a new novel, inspired by his and Steve’s visit to Italy. He had realized that his current life was a magnificent, endless source for romantic stories, and he already had three more books planned. In his mind, he thanked his agent, who had suggested already at the very start of his writing career that he should write with an alias. It would’ve been impossible to write more romance novels with his own name now.

Getting used to the lavish open spaces of the penthouse still took him effort, even though he now spent most of his time there. He didn’t like feeling like he was in an aquarium with the glass walls, but when he was writing, he didn’t like to keep the windows tinted either. Chicago was beautiful from up there, and knowing that probably no one could look back and see him anyway made him feel more at ease.

He looked at his phone that had been set on silent. There was one message.

“Please call me back when you see this. Need to talk.”

“Hey, baby, what’s up?” Billy said when Steve picked up. Steve didn’t spend time on pleasantries. “Do you know this guy, Neil Hargrove?” Billy had been expecting to hear that name one day from Steve on a call like this, but he had hoped that the call would've never come. “What about him?” “I suppose he’s your old man?” Billy closed his eyes, and his jaw clenched involuntarily. He sighed. “Yeah. That’s him.” “He has shared his story of your beating him with the yellow press. He has photos of the injuries, too, nasty ones. How long ago was this?” Billy took another deep breath. “When I was eighteen.” “So it was...fifteen years ago?” “Yes.” “Ok, good. He doesn’t have a case, just so that you know. Especially because he doesn’t have first-hand witnesses, and he didn't report the incident to the police. He has just the photos of the injuries and tons of accusations. Anyone could’ve caused those injuries on him, really.” Steve paused. “You really did a number on him.” Billy said nothing. “I mean...” Steve started, but paused. “If that’s just a taster of what he did to you over the years, baby...I’m so sorry you had to grow up with that. You’re the one who should sue him.”

Billy leaned his head against the window and looked up at the ceiling. “Is he suing me?” “No. The story is headliner for a few gossip sites now and a few printed papers that come out tomorrow, plus a few in few days. They’re trying to tear you apart, but everyone with half a wit sees that there’s another side to the story. He’s not saving any spiteful words though, but they’re just that - words.” “To be honest, it surprised me it took this long for him to bring it up. But I kinda knew it would happen right about now.” “Do you want to address it somehow?” Billy sighed. “I don’t want to think about it at all if I can manage it. Let’s...do nothing. Please?” “Sure. We let the story take its course, and I'll make sure anyone won't contact you about it. It’ll probably die down soon anyway when we don’t react to it.” Billy was silent, and Steve waited patiently on the other end. When Billy said nothing even after a good while, Steve realized the obvious painfulness of the subject in Billy's silence. “I’ll come home sooner today and get some takeaway. Let’s watch a film or something. How’s that sound, gorgeous?” Billy smiled weakly. “I'd like that, a lot.”

Later, Billy sat on the floor leaning to the back of one of the massive couches, wrapped in a blanket, and watching raindrops hit the transparent wall. He felt empty, as if everything he'd made of himself, created for himself, was erased by Neil's accusations of his son being 'an ungrateful, violent bastard'. Especially when he was given a platform to shout out his words into the world. It made the words sound real, even though Billy knew they were nothing but lies, cooked up by a sick motherfucker who no one would feel sorry for if they knew the truth.

He shouldn’t have read the articles, but he couldn't leave them be. His version of the events differed vastly from Neil's. Years of child neglect and psychological and physical violence shined with their absence from the articles. As if he just had snapped one day out of the blue and basically left Neil to die while running away like a coward.

He had done nothing to Neil other than what Neil had done to him. As he had spat on Neil's bloodied face when he'd been done and had walked out of the door, he had known Neil would unfortunately live through his injuries. Just like he had.

He touched a long scar on his left arm. After one particularly bad beating from Neil, the bones of the arm had healed a bit wrong because Neil had never taken him to the ER. After the fracture had healed the arm had worked normally, but hard physical exercise made the entire arm feel like his heart was pounding in it for hours afterwards.

He'd gotten the arm operated five years ago when he'd finally had enough money thanks to the first royalties from his books. When he had done the first proper exercise with the newly operated arm and only experienced normal slight fatigue from having exercised afterwards, he had cried both for anger for all the years of pain he'd been forced to endure and for happiness that the pain was finally gone.

He watched the droplets of rain slowly trickle down the pane, others faster, others slower, all pooling down on the ledge. When there were enough of them, they fell over the ledge to the drain, and new droplets gathered in their place.

Steve walked out of the elevator with the bag of Chinese he'd picked up on his way back home. He walked to the living room and saw Billy's reflection in the window. He set the bag down on the coffee table and sat down on the floor next to Billy. "Come here, gorgeous," he said, stretching his arm over Billy's shoulders. "How are you doing?" Tears Billy hadn't even known he'd been holding back pooled into his eyes suddenly and fell on his cheeks with ugly sobs. Steve pulled Billy into his lap and hugged him tightly. “Baby, he doesn't deserve your tears. He's talking about things that are in the past. That past is a part of you, but it's not all of you. You are here, in the now, as beautiful, smart, funny, caring, talented... And you're here with me. Don't let him get under your skin.” Steve hoped he could have done more, to make the story vanish, or Neil, but there was nothing to be done. What he could do was to be there for Billy and hold him as long as he would need to be held, for forever, if that's what it took, and he'd do it gladly.

When Billy's sobs finally eased, he leaned back up, and wiped the tears and the snot from his nose to his sleeves, and looked out again. The rain hadn't stopped, but the clouds had turned a lighter shade of gray, and there was a sliver of gold in between them close to the horizon. He met Steve's gaze in the window and turned to look at him. Steve set his palm on Billy's cheek, and stroke it gently with his thumb, making Billy smile a weak smile and lean on the palm. Steve leaned in to kiss Billy gently, then pulled Billy back into a sideways hug. Billy leaned his head on Steve's shoulder. "I did an hour and a half full set on the gym and I still couldn't get him out of my mind." He took a deep breath. "I hadn't thought of him even for a minute in years. All this time, and he still gets inside my head like no one else." Steve leaned his head on Billy's. "The story will go away. A week, two, tops. Soon new shiny things come up that interest readers more. And you don't have to leave the penthouse unless you want to. You have everything here." “I guess.” “The first time is always the hardest. Going through the grinder that's yellow press. It gets easier,” Steve said and hugged Billy tightly. Billy said nothing, so they sat in silence and watched the rain pelleting the windows.

After a while, Steve spoke. “If it would make you feel better, I can try to eat my rice with chopsticks this time.” The remark made Billy chuckle. “There was more rice everywhere else than in your mouth last time. Let's get you a fork.” “Nope, no need! I watched a YouTube video and now I know how to do it,” Steve said proudly. “Oh wow! Ok, Mr. Expert, show me your skills!” They got up and sat on the couch to eat the food.

Steve indeed knew now how to eat with chopsticks and smiled triumphantly as he fed Billy one of the spring rolls with them.

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asgardwinter · 3 years

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Silly Wooden Box

summary | You thought moving in with Loki would be easier. Turns out he is quite judgy of your belongings.

pairing | Loki x Reader

warnings | this is pure fluff (hard week, enjoy my emotional relief!)

word count | 1k (this was supposed to be a small blurb)

author’s note | inspired by me and my friend living together for a week (she despises my habit of keeping useless things, we’re better in different homes 🙃 ) and by this amazing list.

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The first signal of his annoyance was the irony in his voice.

“Have you got everything?” He asked as you tried to pull some boxes out of the apartment.

You never minded the tone, in fact you both were frequently in a battle to decide who was more passive aggressive — even though Loki won the one with the elaborate death threats. But on moving day he promised to behave himself, since you were so excited for it.

Well, it seemed that your boyfriend was already bothered.

“I think so.” You answered honestly, ignoring his annoyance. “I need to check the bathroom one more time, though. I think I left my toothpaste on the cabinet.”

Loki rolled his eyes, but then surprised you with a kiss on your forehead when he made his way towards the bathroom. “I’ll go check it for you.”

You looked at his figure disappearing through the bathroom door with a tight lipped smile. Loki was a difficult being, specially with you he switched from annoyed to calm then back to annoyed in the matter of minutes. But one constant was how he was always lovingly towards you, even in his worst moments.

Yet, there were more urgent matters to pay attention to at the moment aside from your loving boyfriend, like getting all the rest of the stuff in the car and finally leaving the apartment.

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“Now, where did this come from?” Loki asked you to hold up a box full of ribbons recycled from gift boxes.

“Gifts.” You said nonchalant, continuing to unpack some of the more fragile content.

“Okay, let me rephrase it completely. Why do you need it?”

“I might regret it if I throw them away.” You explained in a tired tone. “What if I need them in the future?” There must be the seventh time you were saying those same words to justify some belonging that seemed to be useless.

“Love, we’re going to need some new rules about keeping things you’ll hardly need.”

Looking in his direction ready to give back some witty answer just to keep the discussion going on, you saw Loki pulling a wooden box, carved with delicate flower designs.

“Hey! Careful!” You warned him, that was the first time you were completely serious on moving day and it startled him a bit. “You drop that I kill you.”

“What will I find in this silly wooden box?” Loki started teasing you as he opened it. “Maybe the biggest variation of recycling…”

His voice died as soon as he opened the box.

“Wow.”

Only two steps later and you were by his side, sneaking to see which one of the things you had in there that got him speechless to the point he stopped teasing you.

“You kept it all.” Loki mumbled, his voice was so low you thought you imagined it.

Watery eyes were the last of his worries. Loki was so stunned to see every single movie ticket from your dates, small notes he left with beautiful quotes and warning about how you needed to buy more, dry flowers, every little thing he ever gave you.

Some stuff he didn’t even remember about was carefully stored there, one that stood out was a small piece of bright yellow paper he left on your kitchen counter from a day when he needed to leave before you woke up. “I’ll be waiting for you at the front door as soon as your shift is over as always. Don’t be worried I left earlier, I’ll explain everything at the cafe.”

It was such a common note, nothing special or different. But it was there keeping company to all the little things of your relationship.

“Why?” Loki asked, looking confused with such a gesture. One he might not even have known about if it wasn’t for the coincidence.

“Why not?” You shot back with a sheepish smile. “I want to remember every little detail about us. Some are not that little.” You laughed a bit saying the last part.

His only response was to hug you, pressing you flush against his chest and the heartbeats synced producing the most perfect sound.

It was uncountable, the feeling of having someone that cherished him so much to the point of keeping every trace of the relationship carefully secured in a special box. Not only guarded in your heart.

“This is lovely.” Loki whispers in your hair making a wide smile appear in your face, one that aches from how large it is. “You are.”

“See, my stuff is incredibly important. All of that.” You teased looking at him when his grip relaxed.

“Now I’m resentful to think this has the same value as some foolish ribbons.” He said in that teasing tone and you pushed him lightly on the shoulder.

You could only roll your eyes at the drama. Leaving a light peck on his cheek you turned back to your previous task of unpacking your little mug collection and organizing it on the half empty kitchen cabinets, contrasting with Loki’s plain mugs and tea-cups.

“Love, do you really need all those?” He said, looking wide-eyed at them. “You’re one person, how will you use eleven mugs?”

“You’d be surprised…” You answered wiking playfully. A week later you’d tell him you planned on buying more.

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Loki woke up two days later to find pictures of you and him hanging on the walls in colorful frames, more cushions on the couch to pair with his green ones, your books making company to his on the large bookshelf he bought just before you moved in and your colorful mugs filling up the kitchen cabinet.

“Our stuff.”, he thought, remembering what you said the previous day. He liked the sound of that.

There were so many changes from his apartment with plain colours and not many decoration pieces from your apartment that was a perfect mixture of you both.

It was finally home.

Maybe a bit messy sometimes thanks to your habit of keeping everything.

But it was so happy.

The silly special wooden box he knew you kept in the second drawer of your nightstand made his heart flutter only by thinking about it.

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quirklessidiot · 3 years

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Title: pretty eyes [short story] Pairing: Gojo Satoru x gn!reader [soulmate au; takes place eight years before the yuuji and sukuna fusion] Genre: josei, romance, fluff, comedy, and your normal tragic angst!

Summary: in which the right eye is mine and the left eye is yours and when we meet for the first time, you see your own eyes staring back at you. Warnings: language, blood, minor manga spoilers, mild ooc gojo and death

Notes: can we all just sit down admire satoru? Like the eyes man, the attitude omg... Ah im so sorry in advance if hes ooc here sksksk it is my first time to write about any jjk characters and I havent fully grasped them yet despite reading the manga anyways i wont be online next week and tomorrow so i decided to publish this ahead of time. ily all and again thank you for the love and support, it does mean a lot *bows down* see you all again when i’ve got time? jskskss i fucking hate college and online classes, satoru save me please soulmate au’s [not read in any particular order nor are they connected, they just share the same trope] Pretty eyes [gojo vers.] || lasting blues [toji vers]

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“Pretty.” were the very first words you uttered in complete awe as you saw yourself in the mirror and no, this wasn’t directed to your physical appearance. It was directed to your left eye, the eye of your soulmate.

Contrasting to your normal boring color on the right, your soulmate’s eyes were ethereal and unreal. How could someone have such pretty eyes? It was completely surreal at that point that you refused to believe that someone with these eyes were actually human.

You placed one hand and gently caressed the left side of your face where the pretty eye rested, “You must be an angel.” you muttered, “Only angels have pretty eyes.”

Thus like every child you gave your soulmate a nickname, ‘pretty angel’ and every night before you slept, you’d wonder out loud how your pretty angel was doing, if they were nearby, or anything like that. You wonder what type of food they like, do they like to leave the window open for a cool wind or do they like their chocolate hot or iced.

Yet as you grew older, the pretty angel faded out into your thoughts. The pretty idea of soulmates and love disappeared like the story books you read as a child. The pretty blue eyes on your left is forgotten as life takes a toll on you.

They say death was inevitable, when your mother died in middle school, you watch as your father’s left eye turn to your mother’s color. You watched as he clenched her hand, like it was some last resort of plea. You watched him cry as he passed by the mirrors and you wondered, would it hurt like that too?

It baffles you how beautiful and cruel the soulmate system was.

How every time your father would stare at his own reflection, his left eye would be nothing but a reminder of your dead mother.

You let out a second meek cough in the quiet bookstore that night, the sounds of the car passing by were nothing but quiet noise to you as you immerse yourself in the literature book you were reading, your students would surely love this one.You let out another cough as you turn around to find a small space to read since standing for too long made you tired too quickly.

You’re too enchanted by the words of the author that you don’t even notice the rather tall man in front of you.

You look up, ready to give a quiet apology but stop short when you notice how ethereal the stranger looked. Albeit he wore a pair of weird Lennon shades at this time of night, he reminded you very much of an angel with his snow white hair.

You don’t even notice how your left eye is returning back to it’s normal color, the stranger does though and it surely was odd to see his eyes on a stranger.

“Well,” the stranger has a shit-eating grin decorating his handsome features, he definitely looked like trouble for sure, “This is unexpected.”

He lowers his shades and your eyes immediately widen as you suddenly cup the left side of your face, you’d recognize those unique eyes anywhere, after all, you had those on your left eye since you were born, “Y-You.” you muttered, the shock momentarily eating you up.

“Yeah, me.” He grins, loving the sudden attention, “Wow, I was expecting something like fireworks or flowers to appear.” He suddenly teased, bending down to your level.

Now that you notice it, he was very, very tall.

“I…” You blink, trying to gain your composure, “Wow…”

“Did I pass your expectations?” it’s been a few minutes since you started talking and all he has been doing is teasing you.

“You do look like an angel.” You complimented and his eyes widened at the rather out-of-place compliment, “Your eyes are very pretty, thanks for letting me borrow them for twenty-two years.”

Gojo Satoru thought he had the upper-hand, after all, you looked quite meek but when you said those compliments, he was sure that you were going to be the teasing one in this whole-soulmate thing.

So he tries to one up you.

“I’m Satoru Gojo but you can call me tonight.” He grinned, trying to tease you once again, the corny pick up line sounds suave but your blank expression says otherwise.

“I’m Y/N L/N and think I should call you in the morning, it is quite late right now and I still have classes at eight am.” You mumbled, looking down at your watch, “How about you just walk me home, then?”

“Okay.” Satoru immediately raises his hands, signaling that he was giving up, “First off, you should be more hyper aware that I may be a serial killer.”

“Are you?”

“What?”

“Are you a serial killer?” you repeat, “That would be awfully disappointing if my soulmate was one since I’d immediately give you up on the police. I’m not interested in being in a Bonnie and Clyde type of thing and I think it’s too early for me to die.”

“You’re very upfront about these sorts of things.”

“Well, you’re very teasing for someone who just met their soulmate a few minutes ago.” you shrug, “So, are you going to walk me home or not?”

“Ah, bossy too. I love the attitude already.”

“We’re spending our whole lives together. You might as well get used to it.”

You’d think the idea of soulmates would scare you after the firsthand experience with your parents but curiosity always got the best of you and the white-haired man proved that maybe it would be different this time.

Throughout the few months you’ve spent with him, You’ve noticed that Gojo Satoru and you may be alike in some ways but in most ways, he was different.

First, he was enigmatic. You’ve known the man for a couple of months now and you’ve been going out on dates but you don’t know much about him except that like you, he’s a teacher at a good school and he tends to be conceited when he talks about his personal skills as a teacher.

“...What are you doing?” Satoru asked, peeking from behind your shoulder as you type in the grades of your student for your class.

“I’m grading my students.” You muttered, it was after dinner at your place and he was lazing around your place, the sound of faint jazz music could be heard throughout your small space and the wafting smell of freshly baked brownies filled the room, “Aren’t you supposed to be doing something since you're a teacher?”

Satoru quirks a brow as if you had said something odd then it seemed like realization had dawn upon him at that moment.

“Ah, I’m not doing much since my students are on break.”

“Didn’t you say that last time?”

Silence filled the room and Satoru breaks it off with his very famous ‘heh’ that made you inwardly roll your eyes and chunk the pillow that you’ve been hugging towards his direction, “Stop slacking off, you’re a teacher.” You scold him mildly, followed by a small cough.

“Ah, Y/N-chan. You’re so mean to me,” He frowned, handing you the mug filled with water, “...No fair.”

“You're a teacher and you’re slacking off.” You deadpanned, ignoring his sly ways of trying to get you in his arms, “How is that even fair?”

“My students can handle themselves so well that I don’t need to babysit them.” He hmphed, arms crossed and head held up high in a rather arrogant manner. You could only only scoff back a reply at his rather haughty attitude but you’ve gotten used to it to the point where you just roll your eyes.

“You’re a very bad teacher, Satoru.”

“Hey, I am considered one of the best and it’s an honor-”

You clicked your tongue and just pinched his cheek in reply to get him to stop drawling on about his achievements. You wondered if you dated a man child or something.

Second, despite his teasing nature and good looks, he’s a rather shy bean and has some insecurities about it too, maybe it was because there were moments where you couldn’t really understand your soulmate and his puzzling life. He didn’t tell and you didn’t want to pry because you technically both had your whole life to get around that subject.

Luckily, you seem to have found a remedy for moments like that.

“Satoru…” You called out to your soulmate who was staring at the nutrition content of the wafers on his hand, “Satoru!”

“Oh, sorry. What were you talking about?” he finally snapped out of his daze and turned to you who was standing there, hand on your hip. The crispy wafers on his hand are long forgotten.

Your soulmate is good looking, alright. If anyone were to pass by him they wouldn’t see the minor zilch of worry in his eyes.

“Are you alright?” You ask, walking closer to him, completely serious.

“...You aren’t going to leave me, right?”

You raise a brow at the sudden question, wasn’t he too young to have some mid-life crisis? Was this because of the soulmate movie you watched late last night about the soulmate leaving their other half to rebel against the system and because of his partner’s family?

“Why would I leave you?”

He blinks once, then twice, the only sound that could be heard was the familiar music playing throughout the grocery store, it was as if no one was there during the mid-day. Satoru proceeds to look away, “I don’t know. What if you realize that you don’t like me as your soulmate and you followed what the dude did in the movie?” he started to mumble, mouth pressed on a straight line.

“Ah, the whole rich in-laws.” you blinked, “Don’t tell me you’re a son of some huge clan in japan that’s loaded and I’m going to be a disgrace to your family name or something?”

It came out as a joke at first, it really did and you were going to laugh but when you notice the straight face he has on, you realize it was anything but a joke.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, Oh.”

“Aren’t I supposed to be the one asking that question then?”

“What?” He almost half-yelled, eyes wide behind his usual shades that he seemed to wear a lot, “That doesn’t make sense!”

“Neither does your question, Satoru.” You frowned, massaging your temples, “I should be the one asking you that, are you going to leave me?”

“Of course not.” He sputters out.

“Then there goes my answer too.” You replied, huffing out as you grab the sweet wafers on his hand to put into the cart, “You’re very weird.”

“You’re weird.”

“No, you are.”

“You seriously asked me if I’d leave you because of your rich family in the middle of the day.” You deadpanned, inching closer to him to the point where your lips are brushing against his.

“This is unfair.” He huffed, suddenly turning red, “You’re attacking me in broad daylight.”

“Oh dear.” Your beguiling eyes, enjoying his rather embarrassed state, “This isn’t attacking, Satoru.”

Then you closed the distance between you two, his eyes seemed to widen behind his shades at your forward approach, clearly you guys never did PDA. You took this as an opportunity to lick his lower lip so you could slip your tongue in and as he starts getting into it and placing his hand to cup your ass, you pull away with a big smile on your lips, “That’s attacking.” you grinned.

Satoru seemed to have regained his senses quickly after that rather heated public make-out session, he placed his hand on top of his mouth and feigned embarrassment, “My, My, I didn’t think you’d enjoy those types of things in public.” he was back to his normal teasing self.

Well, that seemed to have worked very well.

“Mhm,”

Yet unknown to you those thoughts still lingered in his head, it wasn’t just his family that he was worried about, it was also regarding his job as a jujutsu sorcerer something he has yet to mention, he’s not even sure if you’d believe him it’s a normal occurrence for people like him to die in this occupation and he’s scared that one day, you’ll see your left eye turning back to his eye color with no valid explanation.

Not only that but the amount of people who’d go after you to get to him, he clenched on the shopping cart tightly

“I’m tired.” You cut his thoughts short and Satoru turns to you, unlike him, you weren’t physically active so you tire easily, even joking around that you were a granny in a child’s body, “Can we sit down after this and get some gyudon?”

“Sure Y/N.” he grins, giving you a one-arm hug and kissing your temple.

Third, he’s terrible with kids, period, no questions asked.

Your eyes narrowed to slits as he brought in one of his students named Megumi, the boy is quiet and compared to your giant and teasing soulmate, he’s serious. In fact he was more serious than the tiny pinky of the white-haired man.

“...Are you kidnapping a third grader?”

“He’s one of my students.”

“You don’t even know the first thing of looking after kids.” You pointed out, “And didn’t you mention that you teach high school students?”

“Well,” he drawled on, “It’s kind of a long story but he’s technically a genius.”

You let out a stifling sigh, “You’re impossible.” you mutter, bending down to the small boy’s level, “Would you like something to eat in compensation for him annoying you?”

The boy nods mutely.

“I wasn’t annoying him!” He corrects.

“He looks very annoyed standing next to you.”

“That’s literally what he looks like!”

You roll your eyes in reply and turn to the young boy, handing him a pastry that you had brought earlier. You watched Megumi eat his pastry in front of the television that played some child-friendly show as you let out a soft cough and pour yourself some water

“Are you alright?” Satoru asks, resting his head on your shoulders.

“Yeah,” You replied, “Why’d you ask?”

“You’re looking quite pale these days.”

“Maybe it’s the allergy season, already.” you nonchalantly replied, taking another gulp of water, “You’re terrible with kids, by the way.”

“That’s why I’m a high school teacher, Y/N.”

This connects you to your fourth observation, he’s nonchalant and easy going but he harbors a rather deep worry for you to the point where you wonder if he was really your soulmate or your mother incarnate. Three years into the whole soulmate thing with him, you still couldn’t help but think that he’s doting nature was quite adorable.

You feel like you’re coming down with a cold these days, your head has been throbbing and your cough is worsening. Satoru’s eyes are filled with nothing but worry as he handed you some medication. Your soulmate was now a mother hen and if it were different circumstances, you’d laugh it off.

“We should go to the doctor.” He nagged you once again.

“I’m literally going to sleep it off.” You hoarsely replied, “I’ll be fine, Satoru.”

“You literally sound like you smoked a pack with your voice, are you sure?”

“I am.” You glared, “Don’t sleep-”

Before you could even finish what you were saying, he flops right next to you in the bed, “-I literally told you to not sleep next to me.” you scolded him.

“A mere cold won’t phase me.”

“I swear to god, Gojo Satoru. I’ll kick you out.” He ignores your ministrations and snuggles his head on your neck, his warm breath tickling it, “You’re impossible.”

“You love me.”

“Sadly.”

“Hey.”

“I’m kidding.” you let out a quiet chuckle, looking down at your soulmate and running your hands through his white hair, “I love you very much, you idiot.”

“Hard same.”

“Never mind, I take it back.” you giggle.

And after a rather short playful banter between you two, you find yourself sleeping and snuggling on his long limbs. You think all is well, you really do. That was until you wake up later at three am in the morning with a loud coughing fit. Satoru immediately sits upright and opens your nightlight but what he sees next, scares him more than the curses he has ever encountered.

Your sheets are now stained in blood from the coughing fit that had just happened and you're completely taken aback too, completely breathless.

“Y-Y/N…” He gulps down, quickly taking the sheets away from you, “Let’s go to the hospital now, please?”

“...L/N-san, have you been getting coughing fits before this?” the doctor asks, looking up from your chart. Satoru watches you shake your head as you clench the paws of his jacket, the doctor takes off his glasses, “How about coughs that don’t seem to go away? Getting tired too easily?”

Satoru doesn’t like where this was going, he doesn’t like where this was going at all.

“Um, just some dry coughs and I’ve always been an inactive person.” You quietly replied, contrasting to your usual bright and teasing demeanor, you looked too tired this morning and Satoru just hopes it’s because he dragged you out of bed at four am to get yourself checked asap.

“Y/N-san, has any of your family members been diagnosed with lung cancer?”

The whole room is silent and you could almost hear a pin drop, Satoru feels his knuckles suddenly turn white, “I recalled my okaasan died because of that.” You replied silently and the doctor nods feverishly.

“...Y/N-san...It pains me to say this but the reason you’ve been experiencing this is because of the tumors located in your lungs.” Satoru feels his heart drop when he hears those words, “We have to do further tests to confirm-”

“Do it.” Satoru cuts the old doctor off, his hands are visibly shaking already, he hopes that this was just a misdiagnosis, that this doctor was just a bad one or better yet whatever excuse his mind could make up at that moment, “Do all the tests needed for Y/N, please.”

Fifth, he’s very supportive towards you and your impulsive decisions. If he could join you in it, he would but you usually decide against it.

It’s another quiet night for you as you sit across from your soulmate at the dinner table. You’ve grown awfully thin and your hair was starting to fall off due to the chemoradiation, this day marked the third month since you found out that you have lung cancer just like your mother. Surgery was apparently too risky so the safest option right now was this treatment.

You don’t deny the anxiety eating you up every day, specifically the fear of death, you’re even more worried for Satoru since not only had he been paying for your treatment but he had opt to take care of you, saying that his job would be fine without him since you were going to get better soon anyways.

“Would you still love me if I shaved my hair?” You asked, your voice still quite hoarse.

“You kidding me? I’d still love you even if you turned into a roach.”

You immediately crinkle your nose in disgust, “That’s disgusting.”

“Honest reply.”

Truthfully, the man had been your rock these past three months. You knew how hard it was for him to be happy around you, how he had put on a brave front and remained positive saying that this was just going to be a rough couple of months and you’d be back in no time despite the bleak outlook.

It kept you sane amongst the tragedy.

“I wanna shave my hair.”

“Like right now?”

You nod, “Can we use your electric razor?”

“You want me.” he points to himself, “To cut your hair?”

“I wouldn’t want anyone else to do it.” You grinned.

And that’s how you ended up in your bathroom after dinner, Satoru’s shades on the side and his concentration directly on your scalp. You had literally told him that he just needed to do it the same way as he shaved his beard but he was still scared. Apparently, he had never shaved anyone’s hair before.

“...Okay, Y/N. Here goes…” He proclaimed, switching the razor on. As bits and pieces of your hair fall to the ground, you feel your cheeks getting wet and your shoulders tense, Satoru is quick to notice the switch of emotion and immediately turns the razor off before bending down in front of you, “Woah, woah… Y/N….”

“I-I…” Your lips are quivering as the tears fall faster when you see his pretty eyes staring back at yours, you try to let out a laugh but instead it comes out as a choke sob, “Sorry, this is stupid. I’m literally crying over fucking hair.”

“No, of course not…” He replies, enveloping you in a hug, “Of course not.”

Satoru feels you start to shake in his arms and he knows he should keep his emotions in check, he’s a sorcerer for crying out loud but seeing you break down for the first time in three months had him shaking too, you didn’t deserve all this, fuck, you didn’t deserve any of this at all!

“Would you like me to shave my hair so you’d feel a bit better?” he asks. After recovering from your breakdown, you had asked him to continue shaving your hair because you might as well be done with it.

“Please don’t.” You reply, wiping your tears away, “We’d look like eggs.”

“Cute eggs, you mean.” He corrects, teasing you and trying to cheer you up, this was all he could do and he hates it.

He really hates it.

What good was the title of being the strongest when he couldn’t save you from all of this?

Lastly, if you hadn’t highlighted it enough. He has pretty eyes, contrasting to your dull and boring ones, you always loved how different his eyes are. Sometimes you wondered why he dared to hide them behind his crappy and overused Lennon shades.

“Can I see them?”

Your room is dimly lit as Satoru sleeps next to you on the hospital bed, you were growing weaker and frailer by the day and you could see the toll it took on your soulmate. You were heavily reminded of your father who was sitting right next to your mother on her deathbed.

“See what?” He yawned.

“Your eyes.”

“You’re awfully in love with them, huh?”

“I’ve always been in love with them from the moment I saw it in the mirror.”

Silence envelopes the room with your statement and as requested, he takes the shades off and now you’re greeted by the most beautiful blue eyes that you love to look at in the reflection since you were a child, “Pretty.” You muttered, raising your frail hands slowly to cup his face, “Pretty eyes.”

Satoru takes in a deep breath as he places his hand on top of yours, the silence is heavy. You both know what’s about to come in the next few days, you’re lucky if you even last a night. Yet he doesn’t want to talk about it, he shuts the topic off quickly when you try to even raise it.

“Yeah.” he mumbles, staring at you, “Pretty.”

You let out a quiet laugh, “I doubt it, I’m anything but pretty now.” your voice hoarse, making him lightly squeeze your hands, “Will you be bringing Megumi tomorrow?”

“Yeah, the brat said he saved enough money to get you your favorite pastry.”

“That’s good.” you blinked, “I’m tired.”

Satoru feels his shoulder tense at your words, they were so plain yet at the same time so heavy, “Should I call the doctor?” he asks. You shake your head and just snuggle on his chest.

“No,” You mumbled, inhaling his scent and basking on his presence, “I want your warmth next to me.”

“Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“You know, you’ve always had prettier eyes.”

Yet you don’t reply and he feels your grip on his sweater lessen, he doesn’t even need to see his reflection to know that his left eye has returned back to your (e/c) ones.

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comfort

bucky always found comfort in steve, but he’s gone now. who will he turn to for comfort now?

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a/n: hi bffs !! thank you anon for requesting this <3 just angst and fluff (and endgame steve >:[) !! let me know what you guys think :] (srry for any typos)

“this is bucky!” steve smiled at you happily, you were Steve’s neighbor, always lending him a helping hand when he needed it and giving him emotional support and encouragement that would last him a life time.

“nice to finally meet you! I’ve heard lots ‘bout you” you smiled, sticking your hand out and bucky reluctantly shook it. “why don’t you guys come in for a bit? I’m making some pasta and i put way too much” you grinned, watching as bucky and steve looked at each other, having a whole conversation silently before Steve spoke up again.

“we’d love to” he grinned, pulling bucky inside your apartment with him before you closed the door. Bucky took in your apartment, it was somewhat messy, but it a nice way, a live in sort of way. You had plants all along your windowsill and a basket full on blankets near your couch, books along the shelf with a couple other things and pictures all over the place.

“hope you guys like chicken Alfredo” you smiled, checking the pasta before deciding it was good enough and scooping some out onto three plates

“bucky i have a serious question for you” you spoke as you set the three plates down on the dinner table, smiling at steve as he thanked you.

“oh, okay” bucky mumbled, shifting in his seat and heart racing. You were gonna ask him about his time as the winter soldier weren’t you? You were going to judge him for everything he’d done.

“what animal do you think you can take in a fight?” You spoke seriously, looking at him as you set his plate down.

That’s it? What animal he could fight?

“what?” He asked, confused as to why you were asking him this. Surely this was some test? Maybe it was code for something, if he answered a specific animal then it proved he was a good person.

Steve groaned as you asked the question and you scowled at him, hitting him softly as you passed by him and to the kitchen to get some water for the three on you.

“what animal do you think you could beat if it was just hand to hand combat?” You looked at him, studying his features and quickly taking in the fact that he was in fact the most breathtaking man on earth.

Bucky looked at steve who let out a sigh.

“you should answer now, she asked me that a couple days ago and we talked about it for almost an hour” steve smiled, reminiscing on the way you even made him coffee so he could stay until the end of your discussion.

“uh, i mean, well i guess I’m a super soldier so- i don’t know i don’t wanna fight any of them” he spoke warily, looking at you nervously and watching the way you narrowed your eyes at him before your face softened, breaking into a wide smile and nodding your head proudly.

“James barnes i think you and i are going to get along just fine” you smiled, taking in the way his eyes lit up just a tad at your words.

Steve smiled at the way bucky sat a little straighter, loosening up a bit and warming up to you little by little. He wanted him to have someone to turn to, he wanted him to have you like steve did, someone he knew he could always rely on.

After the whole Blip went down and everything was back to normal bucky found himself lost at times, wandering the streets in seek of comfort. He was left alone in the world with nothing left from his old life.

Steve had only been gone for a couple of days and he already felt horrible. He had no one to turn to, no one to lean on. He was alone.

He tried finding solace in sleep, wishing that his mind would whisk him away to be happy in his dreams. His attempts were fruitless, all he managed to do was toss and turn, his mind racing and never relaxing enough to fully sleep.

The small moments he did manage to sleep he awake in a cold sweat, nightmares plaguing his mind, his memories rushing to him alongside the pain and thoughts that has recently set in after steve left.

Bucky sat on couch of his apartment, it was silent as the sounds of the city were muffled through the walls, rain gently hitting his windows. He so badly wanted to just break down and cry, to have someone tell him everything would be okay, to comfort him and remind him that he wasn’t alone even with steve gone.

Bucky scrolled through his contacts, vision blurred with tears as he searched helplessly for someone he could go to. As he scrolled through his contacts he found you, when had he put it there?

He clicked on your name and sure enough, there was a picture of you smiling brightly with steve, a note written under your contact information.

buck, y/n helped me get through everything, theyre sweet and caring and kind, please talk to them if you ever need anyone i promise you they can help - steve

Bucky let out a shaky breath as he read the note steve had left. When did he even get ahold of his phone? Buckys mind was racing, he wiped his tears and locked his phone. He would be fine, he didn’t need anyone to help him.

As the day progressed bucky felt the pain in his chest growing with each breath, tears threatening to spill out any moment. He was frustrated that the feelings wouldn’t just go away, it was persistent and nagging at him every minute of the day as he tried to push it away.

Maybe if i take a walk it’ll clear my mind, bucky reasoned, throwing on a jacket and heading out, there was only a very light drizzle as he walked aimlessly, trying everything to get his mind off the emptiness he felt in his heart.

Was he not good enough for him to stay? Was everything bucky had done, too much for steve? Why would he leave him so abruptly? After everything he just left him with no hesitation.

Bucky tried to shake away the thoughts but they grew louder and louder, tears stinging at his eyes and he decided he’d had enough.

Bucky stopped in his tracks, taking note of where he was and recalling the path he and steve had taken the first time they visited you, he let his mind wander, knowing there was nothing he could do to stop it.

By the time he reached your apartment he wanted to turn around and leave. Did you even live here still? We’re you even home? It wasn’t a good idea, he should deal with it by himself.

Bucky was about to turn to leave when you opened the door, dressed up with bright red lipstick on. Oh wow you were stunning, bucky thought as he turned around to face you.

“bucky?” You asked, looking at the man before smiling widely, “bucky! oh wow hi!” You grinned, not hesitating to pull him in for a hug and squeezing him tightly. As you pulled away you noticed his red eyes and the frown on his face. Your smile quickly disappeared when you saw the way he tried to hide the tear stains, looking down at his shoes.

“oh james what’s wrong?” You spoke softly, grabbing his wrist gently and pulling him into your apartment, he looked up quickly. It was still the same, it was just as homey as he remembered it.

You led him to the couch, quickly bringing over the basket of blankets and letting him choose whichever one he wanted, smiling as he picked the fuzziest of them all.

“good choice” you softly spoke, grabbing a blanket for yourself and setting it on the couch next to him.

“do you want anything to drink, i have coffee, hot chocolate, water and maybe some apple juice” you smile fondly at the man on your couch and he thought for a second before replying.

“can- do you think i can have a hot chocolate” he spoke softly, “please” the tone of his voice made your heart clench and you wanted to just hold him, but you knew he didn’t need that just yet, so you just nodded and made his hot chocolate as fast as you could, adding whipped cream and marshmallows and placing it on the table in front of him.

“added extra whipped cream for you” you smiled, slipping your heels off and grabbing your phone, “I’m gonna get changed and I’ll be back out in a second, make yourself at home buck” your smile was warm and sincere and he already found the emptiness fading.

“i have to cancel today I’m really sorry” bucky heard, his super hearing picking up on the conversation you were having. “something came up” your voice was calm. “no i cant just ignore it” your tone shifted, leaning towards annoyance as you continued.

“excuse me for caring about someone other than myself!” You spoke dryly, changing out of your dress and into some sweats and an oversized t shirt. “you know what i think, i think it would be better if you deleted my number and forgot about me actually! i think that’d be great” your voice was cold as you hung up, letting out a sigh before smiling slightly, thank god you didn’t have go through with that date.

As you walked out you noticed bucky getting up, heading towards the door.

“leaving so soon? you barely touched your hot chocolate” you frowned, your voice making bucky turn to look at you, his words died on his tongue when he noticed you were changed.

“you have a date” was all he said and you smiled, shaking your head and pulling him back to the couch with you.

“had” you corrected him, “cancelled on ‘em, didn’t really wanna go” you scrunched your face up as you spoke, sipping some of your hot chocolate before looking at bucky softly.

“got better things to do” you stated, watching the way he slowly warmed up to you, moving his body to face you.

“like what?” He whispered, looking down at the blanket in his lap as he let it lightly.

“like make my bestest friend in the whole world feel better” you answered, not missing a beat as you spoke, looking at him.

Bucky swore his heart was going to beat out of his chest. Never in a million years did he think someone he met a total of three times not so long ago could bring him so much warmth, so much comfort. He didn’t bother hiding the blush on his face, he knew you wouldn’t tease him about it, you were more focused on making him feel better.

“what’s eating at you buck?” You prodded him gently, watching his body language closely for any signs of discomfort. He looked at you before focusing on his hot chocolate, picking it up and taking a small sip.

“good hot chocolate” he mumbled, taking another sip and you smiled, nodding your head silently. Bucky set the mug down again, fiddling with his fingers in his lap. “it’s just-” he began, cutting himself off before he could continue.

“he didn’t say goodbye to you, did he?” His eyes were whirlpools of emotions. You gave him a sad smile, shaking your head.

“no, not really” you spoke, “he kind of hinted at what he was gonna do y’know? didn’t wanna say it out loud so we kind of, i guess just didn’t wanna say it” you mumbled, “made it too real” you smiled at him again, not wanting to make his mood any worse.

“don’t you- how are you so okay with it? I mean it’s just- don’t you feel like if you did more he wouldn’t have left?” Bucky asked, desperation in his eyes.

Everything clicked in your mind instantly. Your stomach fell and your heart broke in your chest, Bucky’s sad eyes and slumped shoulders told you everything you had to know. The way he couldn’t even keep eye contact with you for longer than three seconds, how he fumbled with something when he spoke. You wiped the frown of your face before giving him a reassuring smile, scooting closer to him.

“sometimes i do” you nodded, picking at some fuzz on your blanket, “i do find myself wondering if i had given him different advice throughout the time i knew him if he would’ve made a different choice” you spoke softly, bucky looked at you, watching the way your lips poured slightly.

“I’ll think ‘maybe if i had asked him to stay for dinner one more time’ or if i made him more hot chocolate” you chuckled softly, bucky smiled at your words, sadness filling his chest as he realized how hurt you must be.

“you shouldn’t blame yourself y/n, you did your best” he whispered, clearing his throat before continuing, “i mean you brought him so much comfort and helped him through so much, in the end it was his choice and that’s not on you” he finished, hands shaking slightly. Bucky was silent as you nodded.

“listen to yourself buck” you smiled, placing a hand on his, “it’s not your fault, you did your best, you meant so much to him and you always will” you assured him, squeezing his hand in yours. Bucky was quiet as you gave him soft smiles.

“I didn’t mean me-” he began but you shook your head.

“you were his best friend for his whole life, he talked about you all the time, spent years looking for you to get you back” bucky let out a shaky breath. “You were good enough, you are good enough james.”

The firmness in your voice made bucky look up, your eyes were set and serious. Bucky tried to find any trace of lies, but your words were sincere and settled in his bones like a warm fireplace.

“it’s just- i wish-” his voice cracked and his bottom lip quivered, tears stinging his eyes. He was embarrassed, moving to wipe his tear quickly.

You beat him to it, your hand caressing his cheek and softly wiping away at the tears. You moved you hand to the back of his neck and softly pulled him into you, shaking your arms around him as best you could.

Bucky cried into your shoulder, mumbling incoherent sentences as sobs racked his body. You help him tightly, rubbing his back soothingly and whispering to him it would be okay.

“you’re okay, i got you” you whispered, “I’m here let it out sweets, it’s okay.”

Bucky knew he should feel embarrassed for crying like this, in front of you, someone he barely knew. Your words were too comforting to let him and your presence far too warm to even let him consider leaving you at this moment in time.

You didn’t mind one bit that bucky was crying into your favorite t shirt, you held him tighter, giving him all the time he needed to calm down.

By the time Bucky’s cries had softened to soft hiccups he pulled away from you, eyes red and cheeks tear stained. His nose was pink and he sniffled softly, using the back of his hands to run his eyes.

You silently handed him some tissues, softly letting him know where the bathroom is. He smiled at you softly, getting up from the couch and heading to your restroom. You sat in silence as you waited for bucky to come back, sighing softly to yourself. You closed your eyes for a second, blinking away a couple tears and getting snacks from your pantry, putting on your comfort show and switching to the pilot episode.

Bucky washed his face with cold water, smiling at the fact that your bathroom smelled like eucalyptus. His dried his face and washed his hands, letting out a shaky sigh before looking at himself in the mirror, frowning at how broken he looked. He tore his gaze away and turned off the lights, walking out and seeing you sitting on the couch cross legged.

You smiled up at bucky, patting the seat next to you and moving so he could sit. The couch dipped a little as he sat down, grabbing the blanket and bundling it in his lap.

“when I’m upset i watch this show, it always cheers me up” you spoke to him gently, “that is if you aren’t leaving, i don’t wanna hold you hostage or anything” you chuckled and bucky smiled at you, laughing softly.

“no i- do you think i can stay a bit longer?” He asked and you nodded, linking your arms together and pulling each other closer.

“you can stay for however long you want” bucky felt his heart grow in his chest, how could you be so warm and welcoming to him? He didn’t question it for long though, your dazzling smile and sparkling eyes cleared his mind.

“ready?” You smiled and he nodded, watching as you hurried to press play, adjusting the volume and grinning as the show began.

Bucky couldn’t help but steal glances at you, smiling at how you mouthed the lines, offering him snacks if he hadn’t touched them in a while, constantly making sure he was okay.

Relaxation. He finally felt relaxed, his jaw was unclenched and his brows were furrowed, he had a small smile on his face. His muscles were relaxed as the showed played on your tv, your body heat radiating onto Buckys side.

You looked up to comment on something in the show but quickly stopped when you realized bucky had fallen asleep. His eyes were closed and he just looked so soft.

You smiled as you looked at him, moving some pillows quietly so you wouldn’t wake him. You helped him lay down and set the blanket on top of him, telling him to go back to sleep when he stirred slightly. For the first time since steve had left Buckys slept peacefully. He found comfort and assurance with you.

Steve was always looking out for bucky, always saying that he had to pay him back for all those fights bucky saved him from in the 40’s. Steve helped him get out of hydra, helped him get his mind back.

Bucky smiled at you as you pet alpine in your lap, dozing off as you struggled to stay awake before finally giving into sleep. He picked you up swiftly, tucking you into bed like you had done with him nearly a year ago. He kissed your forehead gently before sliding into bed next to you, falling asleep quickly with you by his side.

Now even after he was gone, he was helping him heal. And for that, he was forever grateful.

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allaboutthedongs · 2 years

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☆ Pairing: Jaehyun x Female reader

☆ Word count: 1.3 k

☆ Genre: Slow burn, angst, romance, fluff, eventual smut towards the end of the story.

☆ Warnings: Mentions of parents' death.

☆ A/N: I just want to thank you for your support of this series and for all your kind messages. I really appreciate them. As always, let me know if you want to be added to the taglist (sorry if I've left anyone out), and feel free to leave feedback, suggestions, questions, etc.

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An overwhelming dream woke me up, a nightmare that pearled most of my face with a cold sweat and forced me to open my eyes almost as hastily as I stood up. The horrible accident where my parents had died, had been projected that night into my dreams.

I looked at my watch, still on edge. It was 7:45 am. I sighed and got out of bed, I slept in the same clothes I had arrived in, so I first took a shower.

I went out to the kitchen, Wendy wasn't awake yet, so I had enough time to make our breakfast.

"Mmm, what smells so delicious?" she came out of her room straight into the kitchen, smiling at me.

"I wanted to make you breakfast," I put the plate on the table.

"Awww, it's wonderful to have you here!" she exclaimed.

We both laughed and then began to eat everything I prepared.

"What are our plans for today?" I asked.

"We're going shopping!! I'll take you to the best clothing stores you've ever seen," excitement leaped into her eyes.

"Great!"

Clothes. I wasn't a fashion addict or anything like that, so I was never that excited about going from store to store until finding the perfect outfit, but Wendy had always loved shopping and she also had excellent fashion sense. Every time we went to a store, she was the one who ended up with more than five bags in each hand.

It was a cold day and the wind ruffled my hair as my best friend and I walked through the beautiful streets of Gangnam.

"How did it happen? I mean, about Daniel. I never knew," she said and I looked at her quizzically. "No, I mean that I never knew how you moved on about him."

"Oh, well, I just decided to get over it and that's it, it wasn't a big deal." I shrugged and stared through a glass case at a beautiful brown jacket. Wendy's reflection was drawn next to me in the glass and a sudden curiosity came to me.

"Tell me, Wendy, how did you meet Jaehyun?" I asked without looking at her face and pretending to look closely at a beautiful coat in the sideboard, but I was nervous.

"In a café on a rainy day," she sighed as if suddenly seeing the sharp memory in her mind again and getting lost in it, then I looked at her.

"He came over me and we talked a little, he was so smart and funny!" she blushed a bit, "He told me that he is Korean, he was born here in Seoul but from a very young age his family moved to Connecticut, that's why he speaks English so well, however, he came back to Korea for the same reason as me... to forget past loves, although to this day he hasn't told me what happened to him..." she got lost in her thoughts, but then resumed her animated course. "After we chatted and laughed for a while, he asked for my phone number, and that evening he called me!" she smiled like a teen. "He said he just wanted to wish me a good night" and she sighed, theatrically.

"Wow, It sounds... like a Tumblr fanfic," I chuckled feeling the urge to roll my eyes.

"I feel like I'm in one," she smiled even wider "God, I'm so happy," she hugged me hard, full of emotions, which she always did when she was like this.

"How old is he?" I asked, pulling back from her embrace.

"He's 24."

"There's not much difference, we're 22,"

"Do you know what does everybody tell us?" she asked.

"What?"

"That we're the perfect couple. That we're both tailor-made. That we were born to be together!" she sighed.

Something inside, very deep inside me, stirred uncomfortably and desperately. Like a small beast caged in the darkest part of a room, far away from the exit; nevertheless, eager to get out at any given moment.

"I'm so happy for you, my dear." I kinda lied.

"I know. We could all go out sometime, so I can introduce you to Johnny and then we-"

"Johnny?" I interrupted her.

"Yes! Jae, Johnny, you and me."

"Ok, but who's Johnny?"

"Oh, he's Jae's brother."

Suddenly, I remembered the conversation they had last night where he had mentioned a Johnny.

"Oh, I'd love to" I smiled, kindly.

"I'll tell Jae, so we can arrange everything," she hugged me again, bouncing up and down like a little girl. Wendy was like that, sweet, tender, loving, fragile, and enthusiastic, she was a little girl in the body of a 22-year-old adult.

"Hey," I said, suddenly changing the subject, "I want to go to the famous Han River, maybe I can take some good pictures there."

"Why do you want to go there? Honestly, it's not that great, it's just a boring river," she said, "If what you want is taking great pictures, then we should rather go to Gyeongbokgung palace, most of the people take their pictures there."

"I know, but I don't want something ordinary and tourist-like. You know me," I shrugged.

"Well, we could also go to the Dongdaemoon Design Plaza, it's really impressive and you could take awesome pictures of it."

"To the what? I can't even pronounce those places."

She laughed.

"Or go to the N Seoul Tower."

"Thank you, but will you take me to the Han river, or not?" She rolled her eyes at my insistence.

"Okay, I'll take you tomorrow."

"Thank you, Wendy. You're the best." and this time, it was me who started the hug now.

We continued walking through the streets of Gangnam, looking at almost every clothing store there. We ate at a fancy restaurant and then, we arrived tired as hell at the apartment.

It was 7:30 pm when there was a knock at the door.

"It's Jae!" Wendy announced and she got up like a lightning, striding towards the door. I turned my eyes away from the television, longing to see Jae's perfect face.

Wendy threw herself into his arms as soon as her boyfriend's figure was palpable, and he received her warmly.

My inner beast stirred uncomfortably.

"Please, come in."

I averted my gaze back to the TV, pretending I hadn't taken it off.

"Y/N, hello!" My name in his voice was so melodious and different from the other voices that had said it before, he made it sound beautiful, unique. I turned to look at him.

"Hello, Jaehyun" I smiled.

"How's your first day in Seoul?" he asked me.

"Tiring" I laughed remembering that I had used the same adjective when he asked me about the flight and I think he remembered too, because he laughed in the same way I did.

"I wish they all won't be always like that," he commented smiling widely at me, then looked at Wendy to talk to her.

I turned around, but to tell the truth, I was more aware of their conversation than the drama being projected on the TV.

"Are you nervous, Wen?" he asked her.

"About what?" she asked, confused.

"About your job interview tomorrow."

"Is it tomorrow?" Wendy's voice sounded alarmed, "God, I forgot it!"

Then I turned to look at them.

"Do you have a job interview?" I asked, really excited.

"Yes and... oh," she was silent for a few seconds, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she walked over to me, "I just didn't remember about the interview, I'm sorry."

It took me a second to understand why she was apologizing.

"Oh, Wendy, no! Don't worry, baby," I smiled. "We can go another day to visit the river."

"You're not mad?"

"Me? Not at all, on the contrary. What's the job you're applying for?"

"Nurse at Kangbuk Samsung Hospital. Oh, I have an idea!" she said suddenly as if the first part didn't matter too much. She turned to look at her boyfriend, "Honey, could you take Y/N to the Han River?

My eyes widened in surprise and then I looked at Jae's face, as beautiful as an angel. He was also looking at me with his beautiful eyes, smiling widely.

"It will be a pleasure."

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wandaswifeyforlifey · 3 years

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Hey could I request a Brie Larson x r where they meet at the set of Avengers endgame and they both have a crush on each other and their co stars make fun of them and they just blush and it's really

A/n: Thank you for requesting this! I try to write them within 24hrs of either the request being sent or me seeing the request so sorry if this is a bit later. I do most of my writing at like 12-5 am so some of it might be shitty lol. I love doing requests tho and will always try my best to make them work for your taste.

Word Count: 1048

Warnings: None really, just pure fluff

Ship: Brie Larson x Reader

"You better get up soon or you're gonna be late!" Called Scarlett from downstairs. Scarlett and you had met on the set of one of your first movies and quickly began to hang out more and more until you decided to be roommates. You had finished shooting Avengers: Infinity War about 2 months ago and were exactly 2 weeks into filming Avengers: Endgame which you were pretty excited about because you would get to film with some actors that you never had before.

"Coming!" You shouted back. Sadly, you weren't quite adjusted to the earlier mornings yet which definitely wasn't helpful considering you would be doing tiring work all day. You dragged yourself out of bed and headed downstairs for breakfast.

"Hey sleepyhead," Scarlett smirked at me as she cooked her omelette.

"Any news that could redeem my mood this morning?"

"Well… you are filming the 'female empowerment' scene today. You've got to be pretty excited to be acting with some new people, right?"

"Oh yeah! I completely forgot about that. I've got to admit Scar, that has perked me up a bit so thank you."

"Wow, you don't need to sound so surprised." She laughed.

You made yourself a coffee, had some cereal then went to have a shower. You put on a comfortable outfit considering as soon as you get on set you'll get your costume and makeup done.

Once you arrived you were swarmed with people filling you in on the scenes and telling you where you needed to go but they were all talking over each other so you understood nothing. Thank god I have my assistant, you thought to yourself.

*2 hours later*

You had your hair and makeup finished when you heard a knock on your trailer door.

"Come in!" You called while wondering who could possibly be seeing you when your assistant was on their break and you were already prepared to film.

"Hey, Y/n? I'm Brie. I just wanted to introduce myself before we started shooting."

You were just looking at her with pure adoration as the most beautiful woman you had ever seen stepped in.

"Y/n?"

"O-oh, yeah, sorry, hi." You cleared your throat because you noticed you were staring. "So I assume you're doing the all-female scene with me?"

You moved along your sofa so that she could sit down next to you.

"Yeah, actually and I'm super excited for it. I think it's brilliant to team up all the female superheroes."

"I could not agree more! But it sucks that Natasha isn't in it."

"Wait, she isn't?"

"No, I was chatting with Scarjo this morning, because we share an apartment, and she said her character wouldn't be in it."

"Oh are you and Scarlett, like, a thing? Because it would be totally fine if you were and I just didn't know your were interested in women and-"

"Hey, hey slow down," you laughed, "no me and Scar aren't a thing but I am interested in women."

"Me too! I don't really like to use labels because I find them too constricting though."

The conversation died down but not in an uncomfortable way, more in a content way. You stared into each other’s eyes until Brie said:

"Anyway. I should really get going. I haven't even got my makeup done yet." She spoke hurriedly and quickly left the trailer. You weren't sure how to feel about her sudden departure but deep down it hurt you a little. Why would she leave so quickly if we were having a nice time? Did she find it uncomfortable? I really hope the conversation ended positively in her books too, you thought.

You shot a couple of scenes before the all-women scene and took a break just before it to talk to Scarlett.

"Hey Scar, have you seen Brie? She came into my trailer to chat a bit and it seemed like we were having a really nice time but then she just left all of a sudden."

"Uh, no I don't think I have since our second scene but it sounded like you had a good time, eh?" She smirked and nudged you. You knew she noticed how concerned you were about Brie.

"Fine, maybe I thought she was really pretty and sweet but I don't know how she feels."

"Well from the glances she sent you during our first and second scenes I’d say she likes you back.”

“I never said I liked her, ok? I just said I thought she was amazing and charming and attractive and stuff.”

“That’s literally the same thing.”

You rolled your eyes.

“I need Y/n and Brie over here please? You guys are going to be opening the Female Avengers Unite scene so we’re just going to give you a little run-through,” shouted Joe Russo from across the set.

“Oo-ooh you enjoy yourself, Y/n.” taunted Scarlett. You playfully stuck your tongue out at her as you walked over.

*Once shooting was done for the day*

Yet again you heard a knock on your door as you were just finishing packing your stuff up to leave.

“Yeah?”

“It’s me, again,” announced Brie as she stepped in. This time though, she wouldn’t make eye contact with you and seemed to be rather nervous.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, it's just, um… so Scarlett told me how you felt after I left and I felt pretty bad so I just thought I should come back and apologise and tell you that it wasn’t your fault, it had nothing to do with you. I promise.”

“Oh no, you don’t need to apologise! I’m so sorry if I made you uncomfortable in any way. I absolutely didn’t mean to.”

You saw the heat rise in her cheeks.

“To be perfectly honest, I didn’t just come here to apologise. I came here to tell you the truth. Okay… I just need to get this off my chest. I think I have feelings for you.” She looked at you hopefully, only to have a blank stare in return. You weren’t sure what to say. You were so overwhelmed with excitement and happiness that you just stood up and hugged her. Burying your face in the crook of her neck you whispered, “I want to stay in this moment forever.”

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rebeccccccaaa · 3 years

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𝐈𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞

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ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs x ᴘʏʀᴏᴋɪɴᴇᴛɪᴄ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: (ANON) heey!! Can you please write something (possibly smut pls) in which Bucky falls in love with Tony's adoptive daughter but they have to keep it a secret?

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: SMUT 18+, fluff, age gap (you’re like mid-twenties and Bucky’s early thirties) angry Tones, Steve being such an asshole lmao

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: I imagine that you were like thirteen to fifteen during the attack in new york and your parents uh… died ig and Tony took you in and they find out you got super powers teehee

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It started when the Avengers had their first movie with Bucky as a new recruit. He had completed his evaluations and was applicable to join the team. That’s when he met you for the first time.

You were this beautiful ball of craziness and light and he couldn’t take his eyes off you. You were tipsy, he could tell and every sudden burst of laughter or even a sneeze you’d spark a flame setting something on fire making you laugh even more.

He practically fell in love with you that day.

Weeks later he chalked it up and asked Steve more about you. He told Bucky that your parents had died when you were young during the attack on New York almost ten years ago now and Tony took it upon himself to take you in and protect you.

“How did you guys know about her powers?”

“We didn’t. Few days after she moved into the Tower she sneezed during breakfast and set her food on fire. I don’t think she knew about them either.”

“Who were her parents?”

“We don’t know. She told us their names but it’s like they don’t exist; no medical history, socials, nothing.”

“Weird.”

You were a mystery, a beautiful mystery. But one thing everyone was that you were Tony’s daughter. Adopted, but still. And Tony still didn’t like him. It was an argument on it’s own to even let near the compound; telling him that he wanted to date his daughter would send him into cardiac arrest.

So you guys are sneaking around.

Of course you noticed his shy and lingering eyes. You were flattered. You agreed a bunch that Bucky was one of the most gorgeous men you’ve ever laid your eyes on. You didn’t push anything and waited for him to come to you. And when he did, he came hard, literally.

It started when Steve was away on a mission in Berlin. Bucky had woken up from a nightmare and he hadn’t had one in weeks. During his time here, because of his infatuation with you, he grew close to you.

You laid under him so perfectly; like you were meant to be there. The way you bit your lip to muffle your moans so you wouldn’t wake anyone. The way your eyes fluttered when he hit that particular spot. The stinging from your nails dragging down his back.

“Fucking hell, you feel so good wrapped around me, doll,” he grunted as he continued to thrusted in and out of you.

“Oh god, Bucky,” you moaned before pulling him down to connect your lips together.

“Ugh, your dad’s gonna kill me,” he grunted.

“Fuck him,” you chuckled breathlessly.

Breakfast the next morning was foul. Everyone was eating as normal and Steve was set to fly back in from Berlin, but y couldn’t shake the awkward tension between you and Bucky. Both girls could sense that something had happened and when you told them later that day they nearly screamed like teenage girls.

“You can’t tell anyone! Especially Tony!”

“We won’t say anything,” Nat giggled, “He’s gonna kill you.”

“Not if he kills Bucky first,” Wanda snorted.

Since then every lingering touch, every persistent stare, you found yourselves in either room making the most of however many minutes you had together until someone came looking for you. Your chest pressed against his, combing your fingers through his hair as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

“You’re absolutely irresistible, doll,” Bucky whispered against your ear.

“Fuck, we’re gonna get caught one day,” you panted.

“I know but we haven’t yet, so be a good girl and turn around for me so I can that gorgeous ass while I fuck you from behind.”

You turned over, getting on your hands and knees instantaneously feeling a pleasurable sting from Bucky’s hand on your cheek. He quickly soothed the pain by rubbing his hand over the red mark before gliding up your spine to softly rub your back.

He slowly slid back in through your folds eliciting a moan from you both. His pelvis slapping against your soft skin, the sound echoing lewdly through the room. Your arms gave out and your face buried into the sheets under you letting Bucky hit deeper inside you making you nearly scream.

You threw your head back up covering your mouth to muffle the moans. Bucky bit his lip harshly in an attempt but wasn’t as successful as you were. His hips snapped violently, stuttering every now and then as he got closer to a release.

“God, Buck! I’m gonna cum! Fuck!” you whined.

“Shit,” Bucky groaned before spilling inside you, coating your walls with hot cum.

He fell forward pressing soft kisses to your slightly sweaty skin. He lifted himself and turned you around, settling between your legs lazily kissing you in your post sex bliss. You looked so pretty with your hair spread out on the sheets and the marks that littered your neck and your breasts. He truly fell in love with you and you did for him too.

“Y/n,” he whispered looking intimately into your eyes.

“Bucky,” you whispered back with a grin.

“I lo-”

“Hey, Buck. I’ve been looking for- What the fuck!” Steve barged through the door to find you two nude in each other's arms. You tucked your face in your shoulder away from the door in shame and Bucky saw red. He reached above your head immediately and threw as hard as he could at the intruder.

“Get out!”

Steve slammed the door shut with wide eyes and furrowed brows. Did he see what he thinks he saw? He went to the lab to look for Tony.

“Hey, Tony, do you know about Y/n and Bucky?”

“Excuse me?” he sassed.

“I uh- I found them together. In Buck’s room. Uh... naked.”

Tony slowly raised his head with an evil expression staring directly into Steve making the big super soldier feel timid.

“What!”

You and Bucky cleaned yourselves up and changed as soon as Steve left. You sat next to each other on his bed unsure of what’s to come next.

“Maybe Steve won’t say anything?” Bucky shrugged.

“My dad’s gonna kill me,” you sighed.

“Hey, I won’t let him-”

“Get the hell away from my daughter!” Tony shouted slamming the door to Bucky’s bedroom opened; behind him stood and guilty Steve and you felt rage.

“You fucking told on us!” you spiraled fire around your fingers ready to fight for revenge. Your hands and arms glowed bright red and orange and yellow and pits of fire glowed in your eyes. Steam practically

“Hey calm down,” Bucky grabbed your waist. He stepped in front you and lifted your chin to look at him. The second your eyes met with his, your entire body cooled down and you felt yourself fall in the ocean that are his eyes; as if a wave had dissipated the fire you created.

“Hey, what the hell is going on?” Tony fumed.

“Leave her alone. She has nothing to do with this,” Bucky defended.

“The hell she does. You’re sleeping with my daughter!”

“I’m not talking about this; I’m talking about what we have. If it was anyone else, you wouldn’t be having a cow,” Bucky growled.

“Tony,” you stepped forward.

“Dad,” you whispered; Tony's eyes snapped to yours.

“Please, I love him.”

“No,” he couldn’t accept it.

“Well, whether or not you like it, we’re gonna be together.”

“I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen.”

“We’ll just keep sneaking around like we have been for months.”

“Months!”

“Yes, months. And it would’ve been longer if it wasn’t for you!” you pointed at Steve, who casted his eyes away in guilt.

“Dad, please. I love Bucky so much; and you’re not going to take him away from me,” you cried.

Tony noticed how sincere you spoke. And the way he easily calmed you down; he knew there was love between you two. He wouldn’t be to live with himself if he took something that clearly made you so happy away from you. As much as he couldn’t move past his issues with Bucky he knows that Bucky was right and that this has nothing to do with you.

“I don’t want any more accidents with walking in your private time. You’re lucky it was Steve and not me; I would’ve killed you both on the spot,” he said to you.

“Thank you, Dad,” you hugged him tightly before going back to Bucky’s side.

“And you; if you so much as put her in a bad mood, I’ll fucking kill you,” Tony said before leaving.

“Well, well, well,” Bucky looked at Steve.

“Bucky, leave him alone; it’s not like he almost ruined our lives and tore us apart,” you chuckled.

“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t think freak out like that,” Steve apologized.

“And why didn’t you lock the door?” he asked.

“Yeah, why didn’t you?” you looked at Bucky with furrowed brows.

“Don’t turn on me, this is not my fault!” Bucky defended as you and Steve shared a laugh.

“Well, I’m happy for you guys. You’re good together,” Steve smiled before walking out and closing the door.

“Wow, Toyn fucking terrifying when he’s in dad mode,” Bucky turned to you.

“Yeah, but he’ll come around.”

“I love you too, by the way.”

“I love you, Bucky.”

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The Hero's Countdown | PJM (One)

Summary: Soulmates: The one you are bound to. In this world, you feel everything they feel. Their joy, their pain, everything. Once day you feel the most excruciating amount of pain only to find out your soulmate has died. What happens when the God’s of Time offer to turn back time so you can make things right and save your soulmates life?

Pairing: Jimin x Female reader

Genre: soulmates au, Gods au, fluff, smut, angst, crack

Word Count: 9.4k

Warnings: swearing, suicide, mentions of sex, oc is kinda a bitch

Notes: And the first chapter is finally here! Sorry it took so long!! I don’t know why I have been so nervous to post this…but It’s going to be a fun journey! Send an ask if you want to be added to a taglist or if you just want to chat:) (Remember this is all fictitious)

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June 21

Pain. Excruciating pain. You feel it in your chest first, then the intense feeling travels from your beating heart to the tips of your fingers. You choke on air trying to compose yourself, but the pain is so unbelievably powerful that you struggle to catch your breath. Something’s wrong. Something is terribly wrong. Your hand goes to your chest, you pull at your shirt as you try to breathe and then suddenly it stops. Just like that. Something happened. Something happened to him.

Soulmates: Two people with the soul connection who feel they are linked on a soul level in a significant or extraordinary way. In this world that means the person you are bound to. When you meet you feel an incredibly intense pull of instant recognition and intense attraction followed by intense emotions. And you feel everything they feel. Their joy, their pain, just everything if it’s considered intense. Physically and emotionally. And that doesn’t stop until you officially “connect” with your partner. What does that even mean? Connect? Does that mean fucking? That sounds like it means fucking. It probably means fucking. You don’t believe in all this bullshit though. The universes predestined bullshit can kiss. Your. Ass.

You’ve learned the hard way that even destined soulmates can’t always make it work…and leaving it up to fate leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. So you ignore fate. You do the very opposite of what fate wants. Fate is strong though and very hard to ignore. It pulls you in the direction of your soulmate constantly—quite literally. Whenever you get the urge, like urge to do something—like out of nowhere get the idea to visit the new bookstore down the block…even though you don’t care for reading. Yeah, that’s a sign that fate is trying to work its magic but you resist that god damn urge and do your own thing. And that’s just one example.

Feeling all your soulmates feelings wouldn’t be so horrible if the man you are destined to be with wasn’t so god damn emotional. Fucking Park Jimin. Yes, you’re well aware who your soulmate is…how else do you know how to avoid him so perfectly? As much as you can at least…considering… But he doesn’t seek you out either—thankfully. But you know he wants to. You can quite literally feel it…his yearning is so powerful it makes you nauseas. But he agreed to stay away. So now you live your life however you please! You have an amazing job that you love, a fantastic group of friends and a hot man you sex up on the regular. Things are good!

The only thing that isn’t good is that you still haven’t bought Isabelle a gift for her birthday party tonight. You’re walking on the sidewalk back to work from getting a coffee on this breezy Monday afternoon when you are hit with realization that you are the worst best friend ever. She always goes above and beyond for your birthday but you can’t even think of a decent gift for her! You listen to the click clack of your heels hitting the pavement as your mind wanders…what could you possibly get her that she doesn’t already have?

You feel your phone buzzing and speak of the devil.

“Hello?” You bring the phone to your ear and your coffee to your lips.

“Please tell me you didn’t invite Julio to my birthday event? Because I just got a text from him asking if he needs to bring anything.” You hear your frazzled best friend on the other line.

“He’s my date tonight.” You say nonchalantly. “Come on, when you guys drink together you…kind of…get along.” You shrug even though she can’t see you.

“Good lord, y/n. You know I can’t stand him. I know he’s got “that good dick” but couldn’t we have went one night without him.” she whines into the phone and you chuckle.

“I’ll make sure he behaves.” You promise. “Now tell me,” you stop at a cross walk and wait for the little person to light up. “What the hell do you want for your birthday?”

“…classic y/n.” Isabelle sighs out, “Just do what you did last year and buy me yet another scarf for my collection.”

“Okay I’ve only bought you like three scarves.” You defend with a pout.

“Four actually, but okay.”

“I’ll just figure it out. See you tonight boo.”

“Fine, see you tonight.” And then you’re bringing the phone down and clicking the end button. Isabelle and Julio (your fuck buddy) don’t necessarily get along. They’re both too similar, you think. But neither will admit that. You’ve been seeing Julio for a few months now, it’s nothing serious of course. He has yet to meet his soulmate and you’re just totally against soulmates. So it makes for good sex.

You walk up to your building and take a deep breath, time to get back to work. You love your job, you really do. But you constantly put your job before your sanity. Because—

“Oh hey.”

Him. You felt him before you even saw him…that’s how strong the pull is. Fate is a funny thing. It brought you to this job, and it brought you to him. But instead of purposely choosing another path and avoiding him like the plague you chose to endure. Because you fucking love this job.

You write scripts for video games and it’s the most fulfilling thing in your life right now…yes even more fulfilling than Julio’s dick. But seeing him 5 days of the week and feeling how he yearns for you is really fucking your head up.

“I said don’t talk to me, remember?” you say with a tight smile. “Seeing you is hard enough.”

Jimin’s eyes soften as he looks at you and he offers an apologetic smile.

“Goodbye, y/n.” and he’s walking past you as he decides to take the stairs while your lazy ass waits for the elevator.

Pain. You feel his pain. And you wince at the overwhelming feeling. But you have to endure and move forward!

“Afternoon y/n.” Your boss comes up to you as you both wait for the elevator. “You got that new script ready for me?”

“Yes sir, I’ll bring it up to your desk before I leave work today.” You offer him one of your sweeter smiles and he brightens.

“Great!” he chuckles wholeheartedly and pats your back, then he’s walking forward once the elevator arrives.

You sigh out in relief that he didn’t question you further…because in truth, that script is not ready and you’re about to have to work your ass off for the rest of the day.

~~~~~

It’s pretty chilly for being an evening in the summer but hey, you won’t complain. It’s better than the blistering heat from a few days ago. You have the address on your phone for the restaurant you’re meeting Isabelle at for her birthday bash. The streets are busy as usual since the city never rests. You walk towards a group of people when you suddenly are hit with an intense feeling of…despair? God, it hurts. But it’s over just as quickly as it started. You compose yourself and continue walking…a few worried looks from strangers but you brush it off.

“She’s finally here!” Isabelle slurs out, “My best fucking friend bitches!”

“Oh my god who let her get drunk before dinner?” you ask, scratching the top of your head as Isabelle rushes to hug you.

“It’s my birthday, I can do what I want.” She drunkenly giggles. “Hurry, hurry.” She ushers you to take a seat and you do. You plop down in the spot next to her, setting your birthday bag down on the ground.

“Another scarf?” she teases, pointing at the bag.

“And if it is?”

“Then I’ll love it you predictable bitch.”

“Hey gorgeous.” You feel a pair of lips kissing your cheek and you know just who they belong to.

“Hi.” You breathe out, “just getting here?” you ask and Julio nods his head yes.

“I didn’t want to get here way earlier than you…I wouldn’t have a friend to hang out with.” He playfully pouts, “But you’re here now.”

“Yes, now you have a friend.” You wink.

You’re about to speak again when another wave of pain hits you. You throw a hand over your racing heart and breathe out heavily.

“Hey, you okay?” Julio rubs your back, “y/n?”

And then it disappears as quickly as it came…

“Yeah, yeah.” You gasp out, “Jeez, wow.” You whisper. “I’m fine.”

Julio gives you a look of concern before he’s nodding his head slowly and turning his body to grab a drink.

“If you say so.” He mumbles.

You try to shake off these strange feelings, and try to have a good time. Isabelle is throwing back drink after drink and after dinner you join her. You begin to loosen up, the alcohol working its drunken magic on you. Isabelle is dancing on a table as the restaurants staff tries their best to get her down, you just watch and laugh like a maniac.

Everything is going good, really good…until pain.

“y/n? y/n?” You hear Julio call out for you desperately as you try to even out your breathing.

“Hey, you okay?” his voice sounds so distant, like he’s getting further and further away from you. “Get out of my way!” You now hear Isabelle’s voice, she’s pushing through the crowd that surrounds you. “I said, get out of my way!”

Then finally she’s at your side, you are heaving, you are struggling to breath. You feel your cheeks wet from the tears that managed to escape your eyes unknowingly.

What the fuck happened? What’s happening?

Finally, after several minutes of gasping for air, you manage to relax.

“What the hell happened? Are you okay?” Isabelle looks at you with worried eyes, her hand on your back as you straighten yourself.

“Isabelle…I think something happened.”

“What?”

“It’s Jimin, I can feel it.”

Isabelle’s eyes widen and she nods her head in understanding. “Let’s get you home.”

“You have reached the voicemail box of…” you slam your phone down on your coffee table and sigh out in frustration. You have called Jimin maybe 10 times now but it just keeps going to voicemail. What the hell happened? Is he okay? This feels wrong, you feel wrong. You feel empty for some reason like someone stole your life away, like they sucked it right out of your body. You feel weak. You are barely able to move from the coffee table from how fucking weak you are.

You decide to call it a night, you will just confront Jimin at work tomorrow and ask what the hell happened. You drag your weak, weak body to your bed and try your hardest to fall asleep. But all you can think about is Jimin, he’s taking over your mind. Like, you can’t control it. You see images of him and images of his life, maybe you are just imagining it? But you’re sure these are images of his life…is that something soulmates can do? You toss and turn for hours, until finally you see the sky turn a dark blue and eventually the sun is rising.

You decide to just say fuck it, and get up. You’ll get to work early today. You have so much trouble getting ready, you feel ill. Like, a demon sucked you dry of your energy. But you endure because you really need to see Jimin today.

You grab a coffee on the way to work when you feel yourself being pulled into the direction of your office—Jimin must be there. You walk a little faster and when you finally reach the building you notice something is off. There’s groups of people gathered around the building and police officers inside, you walk in and see your boss talking to one of the officers.

“Oh y/n!” your boss calls out to you, his hand raised up to get your attention, and then he’s waving you over.

“Yes?” you look between him and the officer, “What’s up? What’s going on?”

“Did you know Park Jimin?” The officer gets straight to the point.

“I…do…” your eyes scan the inside of the building and you notice a couple of women that work in your office crying into each other’s arms.

“Do you know if something was going on his life? Something that could lead him to commit suicide?”

“C-Commit?” you look around the room again, you notice your boss looking antsy and the couple of women crying did happen to work in Jimin’s department.

“Yes mam, we understand this is difficult. But any information you have could be crucial. We need to make sure we can rule this out as suicide and not something more serious.”

“He loved his job.” Your boss cuts in nervously, “So it’s not because we didn’t treat him well or something…”

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, “Commit suicide?”

“We found Park Jimin’s body this morning in his apartment. Overdose it seems. His elderly neighbor usually brings him breakfast in the mornings and when he didn’t answer she got concerned. She was shocked to say the least.”

“He-He’s dead?” you blink at the officer repeatedly, “He died?” you are in a state of shock yourself. There’s no way…you just saw him yesterday…but…but those waves of pain you felt then that huge wave that felt like…death itself.

“I think you’re wrong.” You say, in a state of denial now. “Jimin was just here…I just saw him yesterday.”

“Time of death is some time last night.” The officer confirms. “That’s her!” you hear the voice of a woman scream out. “That’s that bitch!” you turn around in a daze, trying to find the source of the screams.

“You fucking bitch!” you see a woman charging at you, screaming at the top of her lungs with her finger pointed in your direction.

“M-Me?” you point at yourself in confusion.

“He just…why couldn’t you give him a chance?” The woman breaks down, falling to her knees in front of you. “You’re his soulmate for fucks sake. This is all your fault!” She cries out, defeated.

You stand here, confused as hell. He told people? And how is this your fault?

“H-He’s not gone.” You say weakly, your shock still very fresh. “I’ll call him.” you quickly grab your phone from your pocket and dial Jimin’s number.

“You have reached the voicemail box of….”

You gulp, trying again…

“You have reached the voicemail box of….”

And again.

“You have reached the voicemail box of….”

Fuck, why isn’t he answering? You start to panic now. You blink back growing tears, your body seems to be growing weaker and weaker.

“He’s just…”

“He’s dead!” she screams out, looking up into your eyes, her own eyes bubbled over with tears. “And it’s your fucking fault!”

The officer is helping the women off the floor and escorting her outside the building. You stand here in complete shock still, your body about to give out on you. There’s absolutely no way Jimin is dead. And there’s absolutely no way it’s your fault. Right?

~~~~~

Your limbs are so overwhelmingly heavy as you are draped over your sofa. You are unable to move. You can’t sleep, you can’t eat. You are unable to form sentences at this point, you feel drained. Completely drained. You still can’t believe the news. Jimin is gone. You don’t want to believe it but you do feel heartbroken…you feel so lost and empty and incomplete.

You close your eyes, hoping to drift off into a deep, deep sleep.

“We should let her sleep…”

“No! Girl needs to wake up and we need to get this show on the road!”

“Jin…”

“What? The more time she sleeps the more time she wastes.”

“We literally control time we can let her sleep for 5 more minutes.”

“Exactly, we control it so you know how precious it is, Namjoon.”

You swear you hear voices but you’re too fucking tired to open your eyes, they sound so far away…

“Listen I’m only letting her have these 5 minutes because girl needs her beauty sleep. Do you see those horrible dark circles?”

“That’s what you’re concerned about?”

“Okay, she has like 30 seconds left and we are waking her ass up.”

“Fine.”

“Hey! Hey!” your shoulders are getting fucking rocked as somebody tries to wake you. “Wakey Wakey, hands off snakey!”

“She doesn’t have a snakey dude.” You hear another voice.

You slowly begin to open your eyes when you see a man with his hands on your shoulders. You scream. You scream bloody murder.

“Hey, woah, woah!” The guy puts his hands up in surrender. “Not going to hurt you!”

“We’re just here to talk.” The other voice cuts in, you snap your head to the side and notice another man. You scramble on the sofa, getting into a defensive position as you scream again.

“Have ourself a screamer, don’t we?” the first man winks, “Huh? Huh?” he opens his arms wide and shakes his head around. “No? Tough crowd.”

“Who the hell are you two? Take what you want! Please just leave me alone!”

“We don’t want anything and leaving you alone isn’t something we can do.” The second man says, he sighs out and crosses his arms. “Look, we need to talk.”

“Oh!” the first man quirks a brow, “We don’t want to take anything…no offense, maybe a little offense, but your apartment isn’t that ni—”

“Jin, now is not the time.”

“What the fuck is happening?” you yell out, “Who are you two?”

“Right.” The first man says, “Introductions. Should we just say who we are or should we do our little number that you refuse to rehearse?”

“We aren’t singing as our intros, Jin.”

“Why not? So unfair, Tae and Hobi do it.

“They’re a special breed.” The second man releases a long breath, “I’m Namjoon.”

“And I’m Jin.”

“And we’re—”

“The Gods of Time!”

You blink at the two psychopaths in your living room with your mouth wide open. What the fuck?

“How did you two get in here?!” you ask, deciding to ignore their little introduction.

“Walked through the front door.”

“But it’s locked—“”

“No, like literally.” Jin states, “We walked through it. Because we’re you know, Gods.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Did you just tell a God to shut the fuck up?” Jin grins, “Brave girl.”

“We have an order of business.” Namjoon rolls his eyes at Jin, “We need to talk.”

“We aren’t talking until you tell me how you got in my apartment! And what you fucking want!”

“He told you already,” Namjoon sighs, “We walked through the front door and we want to talk.”

“You walked through? Because you’re Gods? Right, like I’m supposed to believe that.” You huff out and Jin lights up with an idea.

“Here.” He’s suddenly handing you a knife. “Stab me.”

“What the fuck?” You hold the knife in your hand, where did he even get a knife so quickly? “I’m not going to stab you!”

“Just do it!”

“No!”

“Yeah, just do it.” Namjoon encourages you with a tired face.

“No!”

“Come on just a little stabby wabby.” Jin sings, “Come on!”

“Fine!” you stick the knife in Jin’s leg and he starts screaming in agony.

“What the hell!!!! Why would you really stab me?!?!? Oh MY GOD?!!!”

“YOU TOLD ME TO?!?!” you stand up in panic, rushing to his leg and seeing if it’s something serious.

“YOU MANIAC!!!! YOU REALLY STABBED—” then he’s laughing hysterically as Namjoon just claps his hands with an unimpressed face.

“Great performance Jin, but can we get to the point?”

“Performance?” you stutter, “You’re not hurt?”

“No, I’m a God. You think a little human knife can hurt me?”

“Wait, wait, wait! You really are okay? I stabbed you! Oh my god,” you start spiraling, “I stabbed someone.” You whisper. “Oh my god. Are you okay? I am so sorry!”

“Once again, we are God’s.” Namjoon states matter of fact. “Human weapons do not hurt us.”

Your eyes widen in complete shock, you look between the two men and start shaking your head—spiraling even further.

“God’s? God’s of what?” you breathe out. “This is…this is impossible.”

“God’s of time.” Jin snaps his fingers, “and do we have an offer for you.”

“W-What offer?” you plop down on your couch, your face has gone pale. What the hell is happening?

“Your soulmate, Park Jimin…” Namjoon begins. “Committed suicide last night.”

“And full offense girly, but it’s sort of your fault.” Jin chimes in. You feel your entire body go weak again.

“But we want to offer you something. We will roll back time by one month. Giving you the opportunity to make things right and save his life.”

“Turn back time?” you mumble, “That’s impossible.”

You watch as Jin rolls his eyes and with his pointer finger he’s making small circles.

“Turn back time?” You mumble, “That’s impossible.”

Suddenly you’re hit with Déjà vu. “Wait, didn’t I just say that?”

Jin grins and making small circles with his pointer finger again.

“Wait, didn’t I just say that?”

Your eyes go comically wide. “Woah. How did you do that?”

“God’s of Time, it’s literally our specialty.” Namjoon says.

“This girl really don’t listen.” Jin sits down on the couch next to you and you try scooting away.

“Okay…say you really can turn back time…why one month? And why are you giving me this chance?”

“One month because that’s how long it will take to change Jimin’s mind. And because…” Namjoon’s eyes slide to the side…”We were sort of pressured into this.”

“By who?”

Ding Dong

“Great, they’re here.” Jin whines, “I was hoping we would have more time with the human by ourselves.”

“Who’s here?” you start to panic, “Who pressured you?”

“Pressure? That’s not very nice to say.” You hear a new voice and it startles you. “Hi there.” You look up to see two new bodies in your living room. “We are—”

“Great, they’re going to sing.” Namjoon sighs. “On with it then.”

“Taehyung and Hoseok!” They say as melodically as possible, “God’s of Fate!” You swear you can see flowers and hearts and stars surround them.

“And we are not happy with you!” Taehyung dramatically pouts while pointing at you, “We have set up such a nice life for you but you always do the opposite. You really hurt our feelings.” Hoseok smiles a huge ass smile, ultimately confusing you further.

“God’s of fate?” you stand up and shake your head frantically. “What’s happening? What’s happening?”

“If you would have followed our path—the natural path—then you and Jimin would be happily together right now.” Taehyung lightly scolds you.

“But instead…” Hoseok begins, “You did the opposite of what we wanted and now look what happened.” He says with a smile still. “You messed with the natural order of things.”

“You’re saying it’s my fault? That Jimin is…”

“Didn’t I literally say it was your fault?” Jin questions and Namjoon swats his arm. “It’s okay though girly, we are offering you a chance to fix this. You can save his life.”

“He’s right y/n.” Namjoon walks closer to you, “You can save his life.”

You can save Jimin? How is this even possible? Suddenly, you hear faint knocking on your front door.

“Oh man. They’re here.” Taehyung looks towards the door.

“Well, we knew they would show up.”

“Who? Who?” you ask, clearly not ready for more guests.

“May I?” Hoseok gestures towards the door, asking if he can open it. You just shrug at this point.

Hoseok walks to the door and swings it open, revealing two more men.

“Oh if it isn’t mister sunshine and sunshine Junior.” The shorter man says under his breath as he walks past Hoseok and Taehyung. Another man following closely behind.

“We actually like those nicknames.” Taehyung says with a smile. “But yes, what are you doing here?”

“You know why we’re here.” The taller man smirks. “We have a soul we don’t intend on returning.”

“Who the fuck are you two?” you grit out, clearly tired of everyone at this point.

“Yoongi.” The shorter man states like he’s bored.

“And I’m Jungkook.”

“Okay? And?”

“Introduce yourselves properly you fools!” Jin yells out.

“Right right.” Yoongi nods his head subtlety, “God’s of Death.”

Your eyes widen in terror. God’s of Death? “So you kill people? Oh my god…you killed Jimin…”

“Okay, one… we don’t kill people.” Yoongi states and Jungkook jumps in.

“But we do like it when they die.” He says with big doe eyes and Yoongi’s expression changes like the realization has hit him.

“Yes,” he admits. “We do like that.”

“Actually we love it.” Jungkook pipes in again.

“Yes, we do love it.” Yoongi comments nonchalantly.

“And two… Jimin offed himself, we just wait to retrieve his soul.”

“His soul is all we’re interested in.” Jungkook chuckles darkly. “That’s all.”

“Oh? Is that all?” Taehyung mutters underneath his breath.

“Can someone please explain to me what the hell is going on and why you all are in my apartment?”

“Damn girl, you really don’t listen.” Jin puts a hand on his hip.

Namjoon steps closer to you again and pats you on the back, urging you to take a seat.

“Taehyung and Hoseok are the God’s of fate, they want to bring you and Jimin together for your epic love or whatever…Jin and I may owe them a favor. So here we are, the God’s of Time…offering you a chance to turn back time and save Jimin’s life. But the God’s of Death over here…” he gestures towards Yoongi and Jungkook, Jungkook looks at you with a wink, “…don’t want that. They’re here to stop you so they can keep their soul like the soul hungry bastards they are.”

The other 5 men nod their heads in agreement as you look at each of them incredulously.

“And you expect me to believe this?” you wipe your sweaty palms on your pants and sigh out heavily, not believing a word.

“Should you stab me again?” Jin offers with a grin, showing you his little human knife you just stabbed him with earlier.

“What??” Jungkook slumps his shoulders, “Jin got stabbed and I missed it?” Jungkook frowns, “I always miss the good stuff…anyway, I vote you stab him again.”

“No!” you’re quick to yell out. “No more stabbing.”

Jungkook physically deflates once again, clearly disappointed.

“y/n…” Namjoon puts his hand on your shoulder, “Make your decision. Do you want to save Jimin or not?”

Of course you want to save Jimin…you don’t want someone you know dead, like come on. But what does it mean to save him?

“Follow our path.” Taehyung whispers to you, “The natural path.”

“You mean your predestined bullshit?” you spit out and Taehyung and Hoseok frown.

“It’s not bull…” then he whispers, “shit.”

“You can say cuss words sunshine junior.” Yoongi smirks, “come on, say ‘fuck’ just once.”

“No!” Taehyung whines

“Stop trying to make our Taehyungie do bad things!” Hoseok stands in front of Taehyung, defending him.

“I’ll say ‘fuck’.” Jungkook looks around the room raising his hand, offering his foul language.

“You already say it all the time, doesn’t count.” Yoongi rolls his eyes, “Get sunshine junior to say it though and I’ll give you 5 bucks.”

“Come on bro, say ‘fuck’ let me get 5 dollars.” Jungkook begs.

“Human money literally means nothing to us?” Jin questions.

“I still like to collect it.”

“Collecting souls isn’t enough?” Namjoon deadpans.

“I’m a collector, leave me alone.”

“More like a hoarder…” Yoongi cuts in, sighing out.

“Okay!” You stand, “Enough!”

“Finally, someone with some sense.” Namjoon says, “So are you taking us up on our offer? Going to save Jimin’s life?”

“Listen girly, take the offer. Be a hero. Because right now you’re technically the villain.” Jin says matter of fact, his hip poking out as his hand rests on it.

“Or live the life you want. It’s not your fault lover boy offed himself.” Yoongi walks closer to you. “He basically gave his soul for free.”

“You know Jimin was a good person…” Hoseok tells you, “You could feel it.”

You feel yourself grow guilty…this should be a no brainer right? You may not like the idea of soulmates but Jimin doesn’t deserve…this. He deserves to live.

“I’ll do it. I’ll make things right with Jimin, I’ll save his life.” Your firm voices echoes throughout the apartment and Jungkook scoffs.

“You think you can change his mind in a month? He’s set in stone, sweetheart.”

“One…gross, don’t call me sweetheart, and two, I can try.”

“Have fun trying with us by your side.” Yoongi states, a scowl taking over his face.

“She will have us buy her side as well.” Taehyung offers, “We will guide her every step of the way. You can rely on us, rely on fate.”

You roll your eyes, you don’t want any of these guys by your side.

“Is this your final decision?” Namjoon asks, he looks at you with a serious expression and you shudder.

“…Yes.”

“Did you hear that besties? Girl has made her final decision. Shall I do the honors?”

“Yeah, yeah. Go ahead. When you wake up y/n…it will be one month ago yesterday. Are you prepared for that?”

“Will I be aware?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, I’m ready.”

“Remember you have 30 days to make things right.” Namjoon reminds you and you nod your head.

“Okay, here we go!” Jin spins in circles and you all watch him …it’s lasting for several seconds too long, you grow confused. Jin keeps twirling around, doing little curtseys and now he’s doing the fucking robot…until Namjoon stands up.

“For heaven’s sake.” He uses his finger to spin in circles and things start fading to black, time slowly turning backwards.

May 21

It’s morning. You check your phone and it’s around 7am on Friday, May 21st. What the actual hell. It worked? You went back in time, right? This isn’t just some really incredible, elaborate prank right?

“If you’re thinking if this really happened…it did.” You hear Namjoon speak up from across your room.

“And if you’re thinking ‘wow these two super handsome guys really did that?’ we did.” Jin says hovering over you in bed. You can’t help but yelp, still surprised of their presence.

“Why are you guys here still?”

“Oh honey, it’s not just us.” Jin says matter of fact.

“It’s us too!” Hoseok says cheerily.

“Hoseok and Taehyung too?” you question slowly, your eyes scanning the room.

“Please,” Taehyung throws a hand over his heart, “Call us Hobi and Tae.”

“It’s just you four—”

“You really need to go grocery shopping.” Jungkook walks in the room with an apple in his hand, he brings it to his mouth and takes a crunchy bite.

“And as expected of the human world, the TV is trash.” Yoongi walks in after him, throwing your remote on your bed.

“Why the hell is everyone still here?” you yell out, grabbing at your hair. “I thought I was on a solo mission now!”

“Oh baby girl, it’s not just you anymore” Jungkook smirks, taking another obnoxious bite of his apple—your apple.

“Okay, if I didn’t want to be called sweetheart what makes you think baby girl is gonna pass?”

“I don’t know, thought I’d give it a shot.” He shrugs.

“Anyway,” you roll your eyes. “What do you mean it’s not just me?”

“You insist on saving Jimin’s life…we insist on keeping his soul. We have opposing goals here.” Yoongi explains, a bored expression drawn on his face. “We are going to make sure you are not successful. We can only interfere so much though.”

“And we,” Hobi cuts in, “Are here to make sure you are successful. You see, we are here to guide you on your little journey.”

“Think of us as your friends.” Tae grins at you.

“Yeah, I’d rather not.” You deadpan.

“And you two?” You point at Namjoon and Jin. “What is your purpose?”

“To make sure you don’t fuck up, to put it simply.” Jin states. “You do that a lo—Ow!” Namjoon hits Jin in the gut.

“What Jin is trying to say is, we are giving you a total of 3 mess ups. Once you strike through all 3, you’re on your own. We won’t manipulate time any more for a human like you.”

“A human like me?”

“I just mean, a human in general.” He clarifies and you relax.

“Can others see you?” You ask, quite curious. This whole thing is curious actually. You have 6 God’s chilling in your room right now and you are surprisingly chiller than you thought you’d be.

“They will…” Hobi’s eyes slide to the side. “Listen,” he sways on his feet. “We are going to be spending a lot of time together this next month so let’s all get along.” He smiles that big ass smile and you roll your eyes.

“Yes, let’s all get along!” Tae chirps, “Except maybe not with these two.” He points at Yoongi and Jungkook. Jungkook narrows his eyes at Tae and slumps his shoulders.

“I’m gonna get you to say ‘fuck’ sunshine junior, mark my words.”

“Not likely.” Tae narrows his own eyes before he’s spinning on his heels to face you again happily. “y/n.” he sings out, “Our new companion!” Hobi joins in on his song, they both start humming and whistling and suddenly Hobi is rapping. It’s all too much, really.

“Yo yo yo, Jin is in the house too—OW!”

“Anyway,” Namjoon brings a small book from his pocket. “There’s rules. Just a couple.”

“Rules?” you mumble, “What rules?”

“Rule number 1,” Jin starts, “You can’t tell Jimin you’re aware of his suicidal thoughts—this can just have more negative effects. Keep his little secret.”

“And rule number 2,” Namjoon closes the little notebook. “You can’t tell anyone about us.” He gestures towards all 6 of them. “You have to swear on this book.”

“What happens if either of those things happen?” You ask.

“Oh they won’t girl.” Jin shakes his finger at you. “Once you swear on a God’s book…you are bound to secrecy. You will literally not be able to talk about it. Your mouth will physically shut.”

“Jin’s right.” Hobi says, “That’s the law of the God’s promises.”

“And you are promising to us.” Tae adds in.

“That’s just the way it is.” Yoongi comments nonchalantly as he picks at his nails.

“Fine, fine. I get it. I’ll swear on the book.” You get up from bed and walk towards Namjoon, you eye his little notebook and then you look at him incredulously.

“Book of the God’s my ass! You can buy this exact notebook from the dollar store!”

“I like human objects too.” He mumbles shyly, “But it is property of the God’s so…are you going to sign it or not?”

“Do I…do I have to like sign with my blood or some—”

“—Yes.” Jungkook says.

“No, no. Stop that Jungkook,” Namjoon pulls out a pen from his pocket. “Just a regular pen. Also probably from the dollar store you speak of.”

“Okay, I got it…” you grab the pen from him and sign your name to the paper. The notebook starts shining a bright gold, almost blinding you. Then the glow fades and you see your signature in gold letters.

“It is done.” Namjoon says, nodding at the others.

“We are going to be with you as much as possible.” Taehyung smiles at you, “So please take care of us.” He bows his head towards you and you wave him off.

“You guys do realize I still have to work right?”

“Oh,” Namjoon’s eyes slide to the side, “We are prepared for that.”

“How are you prepared for—”

~~~~~

You sit in your little cubicle in complete and utter shock, your jaw literally on the floor.

“And this is our new team of writers, editors, and soundtrack producers. They’ll be working on a new game that is still under wraps.” Your boss gestures towards 6 men. The same fucking 6 men that were just in your apartment. Can you even call them just men? They are God’s!

“Please introduce yourself to the rest of the staff.”

“Right, I am Namjoon in charge of writing along with my partner Jin—”

“Jin is me, yes hi. Call me Worldwide—Hey!” Namjoon swats Jin’s stomach. But Jin recovers quickly, blowing a kiss around the office.

“I’m Tae.” Tae brightly waves at everyone, “In charge of editing scripts. Please take care of me.”

“And I’m Hobi, also in charge of editing! Let’s get along everyone!”

“Yo. Names Yoongi.” He quietly says, waving like a shy child.

“I am Jungkook, I am single and I—”

“They’re in charge of soundtrack production.” Namjoon cuts in. “Nice to meet you all.”

The office starts to quietly applaud, nodding their heads in approval as you sit here with your jaw on the floor. There is no way…absolutely no way this is happening.

“Ah, y/n!” Your boss calls out for you, he’s already walking to your desk. “Namjoon here says you all know each other, so I would like for you to help get them get settled in.” The group of 6 men follow behind him. You look at Namjoon like he is absolutely insane.

“Help them how?” you ask quietly. “Like, show them where the coffee maker is? Oh, look. Its right over there.” You point to the left of you. “You’re welcome.”

“Oh y/n! You’re so funny!” Jin slaps his knee, “I need help with some formatting on the first script I have…apparently you know a thing or two about that.” He grins at you and you roll your eyes.

“Don’t worry…” Hobi begins, his eyes looking around the office. “We won’t just rely on you for help around here…ah! There he is!” Hobi nudges Tae shoulder. “Jimin!” he begins waving the man over.

Jimin looks around the office as if he isn’t the only one with that name. He points at himself and mouths ‘me?’ Hobi and Tae smile widely and nod their heads in unison as they wave him over.

“Yes?” Jimin walks up to you all, his eyes on you…he feels himself grow nervous. “Can I help you?”

“Actually yes.” Tae starts, “Boss man here says you’re an editor just like us, maybe you can show us the ropes.”

“Ah.” Jimin slowly nods his head with his mouth slightly open. “I see.” Then he is nervously looking at you again. “Is that okay? For us all to be working together?” he looks at you while asking this and you scoff.

“I don’t control your life Jimin, do what you want.” You spit out and Jin hits your arm.

“What she means to say is, yes of course we can all work together!” he sings.

You release a long breath, remembering you are on a mission. You muster the fakest smile you can and make eye contact with Jimin.

“Yes, that’s what I meant.” You continue to grin and Jimin scrunches his brows as he slowly nods his head again.

“O...kay…”

Hobi jumps in excitement and repeatedly hits Tae’s arm, like he just got an amazing idea.

“Why don’t we all go out tonight to celebrate?”

“What are we celebrating?” you deadpan but Jin hits your arm again and leans down to whisper in your ear.

“Remember…fate is guiding you. Do as they say.” He says through a tight lip smile.

“Yeah…” you find the energy to say, “Sounds fun…let’s do that.”

You hate this. You are only barely talking to Jimin but you can feel the pull intensify with every word you say to him and every word he speaks to you goes straight to your heart and your fucking vagina.

To call Jimin attractive is an understatement. He is beyond that…he is beyond handsome, beyond cute, beyond gorgeous and beyond sexy. He has a charming way about him, his sharp jawline, his smile with those full, full lips, his eyes. He is effortlessly beautiful…and it drives you absolutely insane.

You remember the first time you saw Jimin…love at first sight? Also an understatement.

He was blonde then. His hair swept across his forehead, you would almost think that was his natural color because it looked that god damn good on him. Now his hair is black and holy hell, it is also his color. But you might think any color is.

“Celebrate how?” Jimin speaks up, his eyes going to Hobi.

“Drinks!” Tae chimes in, “But only one because we all have to work in the morning.” He chuckles and the rest of the boys join in.

“I don’t believe in hangovers.” Jungkook says with his arms crossed over his chest, a smirk gracing his features.

“You literally had one like 3 days ago.” Yoongi comments, “You also said ‘I’m never drinking again’”

“That was a different Jungkook.” Jungkook snaps his fingers, “I’ve matured since then.”

“Yeah, right.” You laugh. “Also you guys realize tomorrow is Saturday…”

You actually laugh and the 7 boys snap their heads towards you and smile. All but Jimin…and kind of Yoongi.

“What?”

“You can laugh!!!” Jin takes your hand and high fives himself with it. “Amazing.”

“And you laughed because of me!” Jungkook cheers. “God, I knew I was fucking hilarious.”

“Chill out, kid.” Yoongi shakes his head.

“Anyway,” you clear your throat. “There’s a bar in the building next to us. We can meet at 7.”

“Actually let’s meet right after work, we can all walk together.” Hobi looks at you knowingly and you roll your eyes.

“Right. Okay, after work then.”

“Sure…” Jimin says slowly, “I will meet you guys here then.” Then he’s taking one last look at you before walking away back to his side of the office.

“Are you guys fucking insane?!” You whisper shout towards the 6 gods. “You work here now?!”

“We have to keep an eye on you and make sure everything goes smoothly…” Tae pouts, he messes with his neck tie nervously. “I even bought these cool human clothes…I thought maybe you would notice.”

“Yeah, yeah. You look nice.” You gesture towards his body and you swear you can see puppy dog ears and tail wagging behind him from how happy he is.

“What about me? What about me?” Jin motions towards his own body as he winks at you.

“You? Fine you look nice too.”

Jungkook slowly walks in the middle of your circle and shows off his outfit to all of you, spinning in a few circles.

“And me baby girl?”

“Call me baby girl one more time and I swear I will kick—”

“Jeez, no need to be aggressive!” Jungkook puts his hands up in surrender. “I’ll take the L for now.”

“Namjoon, please say something as the only person here who is sane.” You turn to face Namjoon and he is looking down at his own outfit.

“Human clothes are so boring.” Is all he says.

You can’t help but groan…then you feel it. Eyes on you. Not just any eyes. His eyes. You follow the feeling until your eyes meet his, he immediately looks away and you feel a sense of guilt. Jimin is going to kill himself? And it’s supposedly your fault? Can you fix this? Can you change his mind? Can you save his life? Can you?

~~~~~

The bar is quiet, well it is only like 5pm. But you assume in the coming hours it will be booming thanks to it being a Friday night. You are seated between Tae and Hobi as they fill your mind with thoughts of Jimin while he is in the bathroom.

“Can’t you just feel how badly he wants to sit next to you? His jealousy that you’re between us?” Tae giggles. “I can’t technically feel his yearning like you can but dudes, it’s so obvious.”

“I get it, I get it.” You groan, “So what’s the plan?”

“Oh that? You are going to ask Jimin out on a date.”

“A d-date?!” you feel the heat rush to your cheeks, “Isn’t that a bit much?”

“Not at all…” Hobi takes a sip of his beer with a fucking straw. “Trust us.”

You’re really about to trust mister sunshine and sunshine junior? They are drinking their beers with straws. Fucking straws.

“ You don’t owe Jimin anything.” You hear Yoongi’s voice from behind you. “You don’t want to be here y/n. Why are you forcing yourself?”

“She just wanted to hang with me.” Jungkook nudges Tae out of his barstool seat and takes it.

“Heeeey…” Tae pouts as he is left standing, watching Jungkook take his chair. “I was sitting there.”

“Say ‘fuck’ and I’ll give it back.”

“You’re mean.”

“Anyway,” you cut them off before they can continue, “Why do you want his soul so bad? Aren’t there more souls out there?”

Yoongi for the first time curls his lips upwards and smirks at you.

“Jimin is a pure soul. It’s worth more. And he gave it for free, his own will. That much more worth it.”

“Pure soul?” You raise a brow, is Jimin really that perfect? You can’t help but scoff.

“He’s a really good person, y/n.” Hobi says softly, “You know you can feel that.”

He’s right. When you first met him and you had that instant recognition, you could feel just how good he is. It hurt even more, considering how things went…

“I have shots!!!!” Jin comes up to you 5 with a tray of shots, “As the kids say, I am trying to get lit!”

“Barely anyone says that anymore dude.” Jungkook frowns, “Which is unfortunate because it… was…lit...”

“Where’s Jimin?” Namjoon asks, grabbing a shot from the tray, he takes a sniff and fake gags.

“Jesus Christ, I told you anything but Tequila, Jin.”

“He’s in the bathroom…” you say, your head falling in your hand on the bar top. You stare at all the bottles on the shelves and wish you could drown yourself in each one.

“I’m back.” Jimin says from beside you and Jungkook.

It looks like he washed his face with cool water, his bangs slightly wet. He’s nervous, you can quite literally feel it…that’s how intense it is.

“Jimin…” you say his name and it sounds and feels so weird on your tongue, his head whips in your direction with wide eyes and he tilts his head to the side.

“Yes?”

You two lock eyes, his gaze is intense. You can’t help but feel like you’re falling for some sort of spell as you stare at him. The pull between you two only grows…you find yourself leaning in closer to his direction before you’re shaking your head, clearing your throat and looking towards the other boys.

“Uh, there’s shots.” You point at the tray Jin is holding. “Let’s hurry up and take them.”

A few hours pass and your group is collectively drunk. Jimin seems to be the only somewhat sober one. Even Yoongi is shimmying to whatever song is playing! You look at Namjoon who is smiling at Jin as they talk to one another and you wave them over.

“I thought human things didn’t effect God’s? Why are you all so drunk?” you laugh, slurring your words.

“Alcohol is alcohol baybey!” Jin throws an arm around your neck as he continues to dance.

“Jin is right.” Namjoon points at him, “Alcohol is the same for us.”

You only nod in response as you eye the bar, Hobi and Tae are dancing with Jimin and he actually looks like he is enjoying himself. You stand from your stool and walk to the dance floor and join them, surprising Jimin.

“Came to hang out with the fun go—guys?!” Hobi moves his body expertly as he speaks.

“Just came to talk to Jimin…” you admit shyly and Hobi and Tae nod in understanding with their eyes wide.

“Good idea.” Tae yells out, “We will keep Yoongi and Jungkook distracted.”

“Thanks…”

“You want to talk to me?” Jimin says over the music, “Me?” he points at himself and you chuckle.

“Yes, you.” You reach down to grab his hand and fuck. You feel like you are being shot with electricity. “Uh,” you quickly drop his hand and gesture for him to follow you. “Come on.”

You and Jimin walk outside the bar, the night is a little chilly, even for May.

“What’s up?” Jimin asks nervously, he sways back and forth on his heels and you can feel his anxiety and it’s making you nauseas.

“Go on a date with me.” You blurt out.

Jimin is silent. His eyes harden as he stares at you and he breathes out roughly.

“You’re drunk.” He states.

“Don’t be difficult.” You begin, “Go on a date with—”

“No.”

“No?”

“You think I can’t feel it?” he asks quietly. “How much you…hate me…?”

You automatically get hit with a wave of guilt. He releases a few shaky breaths and continues. “You are forcing yourself…I don’t want to make you more uncomfortable around me.” He gives you a sad, soft smile and turns around to head back inside, leaving you out in the chilly May air.

“I thought you guys were fucking gods? I did what you told me and he fucking rejected me?!” you slur out angrily. Tae and Hobi exchange awkward glances before smiling for you.

“You have to put a lot of effort. Remember…you are working hard to change his whole mind. It isn’t going to be easy y/n. Even with us helping. We lead you on the right path but ultimately you humans do have free will.” Hobi says quietly, he looks around the bar to make sure no one can hear.

“And like Jungkook said…at this moment, Jimin is set in stone. It’s going to take some convincing.” Tae finishes. He messes with his neck tie some more before he is loosening it all the way. “And you better hurry to talk to him because he is with Yoongi and Jungkook. Who knows what nonsense they are feeding him!”

You look over your shoulder and Tae is right, Yoongi and Jungkook both have an arm draped over Jimin’s shoulders and chatting away. They both have sly smiles as Jimin nods his head in drunken concentration.

“Help me get rid of them…�� you roll your eyes as you begin walking towards the God’s of death and their meal.

“You got it!” Hobi yells out brightly. “Let’s go TaeTae.” He grabs on to Tae’s arm and drags him towards the death gods. You follow closely behind eyeing Jimin carefully.

It’s a lovely spring day, the flowers are in bloom and the sky is blue with splashes of pink now that the sun is beginning to set. You finally found your dream job that you start in 2 weeks and an affordable apartment. It’s not thaaat much nicer than your previous place but still, an upgrade nonetheless.

Today you woke up feeling…different. Fuller, more whole. Something completely unexplainable. Once you stepped outside even the world looked more beautiful, colorful, vibrant. Your chest is warm and buzzing and you can’t help but fall in love with the feeling. What is going on?

You walk the streets in your restless city and you feel it. The pull. The pull is practically dragging you around without you totally realizing. You just walk the streets in a daze, the pull becomes more and more intense the closer you get to the main park downtown. You realize you don’t visit this park often which is such a shame because it is beautiful.

You stroll around, feeling yourself being pulled closer and closer to this gigantic tree in the center and then you feel your insides burst. Your eyes land on a figure, you can only see his back but you just know. He must feel it too because he is quickly turning his body around and facing you. His eyes find yours immediately and holy fuck.

You know him. As soon as your eyes meet you feel like you fucking know him. You feel yourself being drawn to him like there is spell you are both under. You don’t stop your feet from moving as you walk closer and closer. He only stares at you with wide eyes until his thick lips curve up into the most beautiful smile you have ever seen. Little did you know, this would be the only time you will see him smile like this.

Love at first sight? He is the most gorgeous human being you have ever had the pleasure of your eyes landing on. His blond hair swept over his forehead, his piercing eyes, his full lips, his entire figure. His beautiful, beautiful smile. He has charmed you. And it doesn’t help that you feel that instant attraction. That recognition and the intense, intense burst of love you feel.

But it is not your love that you are feeling. It is his. Because you feeling love for a someone you don’t actually know is impossible…that this is just some forced, predestined façade. And you are hit with the reality and the truth. You feel your insides turn from a gooey mess to hard. You feel yourself grow angry, you feel hatred grow within you and it must be intense because Jimin must feel it too. The way his smile drops and how his face goes pale. He takes a hesitant step away from you and looks at you with so much question. He feels how you loathe him.

You continue to look at Jimin as you walk closer and closer to him in the bar, Tae and Hobi pulling Yoongi and Jungkook off his body as you make your way over. Even walking closer and closer to him you feel all of your confusing feelings. You hate him yet you are drawn to him.

“Jimin.” You say his name, it comes out rough and breathless and he pinches his brows together.

“Yes?” he asks softly, he walks closer to you as well. “Is everything okay y/n?”

You swallow down your pride as you stare into his eyes. They look sad…empty even.

“Date…” you murmur. Jimin’s sad, empty eyes flash with a sliver a hope before they turn dark again.

“Why?” he finally asks…he walks just a bit closer to you and you step back, feeling suffocated. If he gets any closer you…

“I want to make things right.” You admit between a few breaths, “I want to get to know you.”

You aren’t lying, you do want to make things right. He doesn’t necessarily know what you mean but that’s okay. “I haven’t been the nicest to you but I want to change that.” You mumble.

“You want to know me?” he gulps, “You want to…spend time with me?” you can feel how nervous he is and you can’t help but chuckle just a bit.

“Coffee? We can start there.” You say, feeling your own nerves spiking. Who knew talking to your fucking soulmate could be this hard.

Jimin bites down on his thick bottom lip, his cheeks warming up as they turn a lovely shade of pink.

“Okay….” He says, trying to hide his growing smile “Coffee.”

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A Christmas Carol - Made in Colombia

Summary: Javier was focused on getting the Cali Cartel down. A stake out gone wrong ended with him in a drug induced coma and some very weird, but also enlightening visits by his personal three ghosts of Christmas.

Pairing: Javier Peña x Hope Johnson

Wordcount: 2.3k

Warnings: angst, heartbreak, coma, a little fluff, more angst

The ghost of Christmas past

It was quiet. It was so quiet Javier couldn’t even hear his own breathing or heartbeat. Was he dead? He tried to open his eyes, but he felt so heavy.

“Mijo,” he heard a voice. A voice he knew. Maybe he really was dead.

“Mijo, wake up. We have a lot to do,” he felt a hand on his cheek and finally the fog lifted, his eyes fluttering open. He noticed that he was in his old childhood bedroom. There was a Prince poster on his wall, the faint blue walls with clouds drawn on them behind it. He had hated it when he became a teenager. He turned his head and shakily breathed out.

“There you are,” she said and Javier blinked his eyes some more to make sure she wouldn’t disappear.

“Mom?” he whispered and she chuckled.

“Get up Javier, it’s almost time.”

“Time for what?” he asked as he sat on his bed.

“Time for Santa.”

As soon as Javier put his feet on the ground he felt a shift. Blinking his eyes closed, the scene in front of him changed and he found himself in the living room of his father’s house. He looked down at himself, finding him to be still wearing the shitty suit he had put on this morning.

“What is happening?” he asked out aloud.

“You’ll see,” he felt a hand on his shoulder and he looked to his side, finding his mother standing next to him.

“Am I dead?” he asked and his mother frowned, shaking her head.

“Not yet.”

“Not yet?” he asked with big eyes.

“Though the boy I raised seemed to have died a long time ago,” she added with a whisper and Javier felt his heart squeeze.

“Look,” she nodded towards the big tree in front of them.

“Momma!” a boy ran into the room, not bothering to switch on the lights. Javier remembered this. It was him. He must have been 8 years old. He watched the boy sitting down in front of the tree.

“DAD!!!” he yelled and Javier found himself smiling.

“You were very excited that year,” his mother hooked her arm under his elbow.

A man, his father, much younger than the last time Javier saw him walked in, dressed in a red pyjama similar to the one little Javier was wearing.

“I’m here, I’m here,” Chucho yawned.

“Can I open them?”

“Wait for your mother,” Chucho said as he sat down on the couch behind little Javier. A woman, his mother walked in in the same Pyjama and he smiled softly.

“You really liked dressing us in these weird pajamas, mom,” Javier said to the woman next to him.

“It’s about making memories. You remember every Christmas, don’t you?”

“Yeah. But why are you showing me this year? This is the year before...”

“You’ll see,” she said softly.

Javier watched the younger version of his mother sit down next to the kid version of himself, her arm around his shoulder.

“Merry Christmas, Javier,” she whispered and little Javier whispered Merry Christmas back, before he finally got to open his presents. He remembered that he got a GI Joe action figure that year that he still owned to this day.

“Wow. Mom, look!” little Javier said in awe and turned to his mother.

“Are you happy?” she asked and Javier nodded eagerly, giving her a kiss to the cheek, before he got up and ran to his bedroom.

Javier watched the younger version of his mother turn towards his father, who had tears in his eyes.

“Chucho…” she whispered and Javier frowned. He took a closer look and saw his mother struggling to get up from the floor. She looked weak now that he thought about it and before she got up, his father was there, helping her to stand up, his arm pulling her closer, as he rested his chin on the top of her head.

“We have to tell him,” Chucho whispered and his mother sighed but nodded.

“We will. But not today. Let Javier enjoy this christmas. Let him be a child…”

Javier watched his father kiss his mothers forehead, still tears in the mans eyes.

“We found out the day before that the therapy wasn’t successful,” the woman next to him sighed and Javier looked away from the younger versions in front of him to look at his mother.

“You don’t know, but this christmas I’ve already had been in therapy for cancer for almost 9 months. And nothing was helping. The doctor told us the day before that this would most likely be the last christmas I was alive. And, as we know now, he was right.”

“You died four months after,” Javier whispered and she nodded.

The scene in front of him changed to the christmas after. Javier and Chucho sitting together in front of the tree, wearing different pyjamas as Javier opened his presents. The whole room felt colder somehow.

Javier shook his head.

“Why are you showing me this?” he asked.

“I’m showing you this so you remember…”

“Remember what?”

“That you had dreams once. That you were happy once.”

“I love you papa,” he heard little Javier say.

“I love you too, Javier. So much,” Chucho said with a small smile as he kissed his son’s head. The scene in front of him changed and Javier groaned as he noticed what was happening.

“This was your first christmas with her, wasn’t it?” his mother asked and Javier closed his eyes.

“Yeah. Can we.. Can we not?” he whispered and opened his eyes to look at his mother.

“We have to. You’ll see…” she nodded and Javier looked.

Lorraine was trying to get the Christmas lights on the tree they had bought the day before. Javier saw a younger version of himself walking into the living room, only wearing sweatpants and a shirt. He watched the smile on his face as he looked at Lorraine trying to get the lights on the top, but struggling because she wasn’t tall enough, groaning in frustration.

“Need any help?”

“Please baby,” she pouted and Javier chuckled.

He remembered this. Better than he wanted to. He remembered the way her body felt as he stood behind her, taking the Christmas lights from her to put them on top. He remembered the beautiful smile she gave him, as he turned in his arms. He watched the scene play out in front of him as he leaned down to kiss her.

“You knew that you were in love with her in that moment,” his mother said next to him and Javier swallowed, sucking his bottom lip in as he watched the younger version of him joke and laugh with the woman he had planned a future with.

“Yeah.”

“You wanted to marry her.”

“Yeah.”

“Show me why you didn’t.”

The next time Javier opened his eyes he found himself sitting in the backseat of his old car, his younger self in the driver's seat. He wanted to surprise Lorraine back then. He had been at Quantico for three weeks without the opportunity to get home and visit his fiancé, or his father. So he had spent all night driving here to pick Lorraine up from work.

He felt someone squeeze his hand and looked next to him to find his mother there.

It still hurt just like the first time it happened. How he watched Lorraine walk out of the building she worked in into the arms of a man he hadn’t seen before. He watched her hug the man, her arms crossed around his neck. He watched her kiss the man and unintentionally Javier rubbed the back of his hand, seeing the younger version of himself curse as his cigarette dropped out of his mouth and onto the back of his hand, burning it.

“What the fuck,” he cursed and all the feelings Javier had suppressed since that day, seemed to come flowing back to him all at once.

“She broke your heart that day,” his mother whispered next to him.

Javer tried to hold the tears in, but wasn’t successful.

The scene in front of him changed again and it was the night before the wedding.

“You still wanted to marry her?”

“I loved her.”

“You forgave her?”

“I… I did.”

“And she betrayed you again.”

He watched the younger version of himself sit at the bar while the man his fiancé had an affair with told him that Lorraine had never been pregnant. That she lied to him in hopes to become his wife.

“You believed him.”

“I didn’t. I went home and asked her best friend who tried to lie to me but… I’m a damn good cop.”

“So you left.”

“I left.”

“Without saying goodbye.”

“I said goodbye to Pop.”

“Because I raised you right,” he saw his mother wink at him and he smiled a little.

The scene in front of him changed again. He saw himself sitting in a bar in Medellin.

He sighed loudly.

“You’ve made some pretty dangerous decisions while you were in Colombia.”

“I had to.”

Javier watched Steve come into the bar and sat down next to him.

“I think you loved her too,” his mother said and Javier sighed.

“Who?”

“Helena.”

That was when Javier noticed it was the night after Helena left with Connie.

He saw Steve trying to talk to him but he wasn’t listening.

“Life wasn’t easy for you Javier. I know that. But I know the boy I raised is still inside of you. You deserve to be happy and to be loved, mijo.”

The scene in front of him changed again to him playing with Olivia. He smiled fondly watching the little girl make grabby hands towards him before he picked her up and made her fly.

He really had to call Steve and visit them.

“Come on,” his mother urged and he was back where he started, sitting on his childhood bed.

“Why did you show me all this?” he asked.

“Because you have to remember who you were. Who you are. The man you are now is a shell of the boy I raised. You have so many people in your life who love you.”

“I miss you mama,” he whispered and the woman smiled, touching his cheek gently.

“I miss you too, mijo. I’m so proud of you.

Javier laid down on the bed again, his eyes feeling heavy.

“Am I dead?” he asked again.

“No, mijo, Not yet,” he heard his mother whisper, before the world around him went black again.

Hope somehow knew that when the phone rang only an hour after Javier and Feistl left that something had happened. As she picked up the phone someone changed the news channel on the little TV hanging in the office and saw the news report of the exploded drug laboratory.

It was like she was under water as the voice on the other end of the line explained to her that two DEA Agents had been brought in and one of them was just in surgery. She remembered thanking the woman on the end of the line before she reached for the little phone book, pocketing it into her purse and walking out of the office. She took a cab to the hospital, explaining who she was and she was led to the ICU where she saw Feistl sitting in a chair next to a bed. She pushed the door open as she kept her eyes on Feistl who looked up at her with bloodshot eyes.

“Hope…” he whispered. While Javier was oblivious to the way she looked at him, everyone else in the office wasn’t. No one commented on it, seeing that the boss definitely wasn’t interested and that it didn’t affect the great work she was doing. Hope was in some way like the mother of the Colombian DEA office and for some reason even the biggest sexist asshole seemed to like her and see her more as a sister than like free estate.

“How close was he?” she asked.

“Pretty damn close. The doctors said that physical wise he should make a full recovery. But the amount of coke that was in his system…”

Javier was in a drug induced coma and for the first time since she entered the room she allowed herself to look at him. There was a tube in his mouth, a machine breathing for him. Little cuts were all over his skin and he seemed to sweat.

She breathed in shakily.

“I… I should call his dad,” she said and Feistl shook his head as he got up from the chair.

“Sit down here. I’ll make the call.”

She looked up at the other Agent as she sat down, nodding. She gave him the little phone book she packed and he squeezed her shoulder once before he walked out to leave her alone with Mr. Peña. Javier.

She closed her eyes, breathing in deeply before she hesitantly took his hand that was laying on the bed next to him, squeezing it once.

“I know you don’t care about me, but I need you to come back to me,” she whispered and finally let the tears she had tried to hold run down her cheeks.

The ghost of Christmas present

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