#I tried so hard to stay away from the neon but i CAN'T

[loremaster]

all right, let's talk about some rejected* ideas from boba au's chapter 4. (big spoilers ofc)

yakou, as we know, is a very sad man. secretly plotting to unalive himself for revenge.

but in this au, pucci catches him, right?

she can't wrap her head around his selfish motivations. sure, his wife was important to him when she was alive, but now she's not, so why is she still important? pucci doesn't think the revenge would be worth the suicide. but yakou is a firm believer in the Core Tenets Of Marriage (and considers seppuku to be one of them)

*this is for not what will end up happening in the actual boba au ch4. but from here on out... i will probably still use some of the ideas below, so if you want to be totally surprised when i post the whole thing this summer, turn back now.

...but if you want a little treat, then keep reading ;)

after the gang reunites, yuma interrogates yakou, who confesses everything, even the extent of his murderous rage.

mystery labyrinth happens in which yuma uses whatever leftover evidence he can to prove dl6 dr huesca was responsible for yakou's wife's death. yuma reaps huesca's soul... and when he leaves the labyrinth, yakou is still alive!

AND AFTER ALL THAT HARD WORK THEY PUT INTO SAVING HIM HE DIES ANYWAY

(he tries it one more time and gets that finger bitten clean off.)

if anyone out there knows what the scorpion reference is from, you have earned my undying love. (if you don't...... well, then stay tuned for the neon downpour zine to find out B))

anyway. vivia is understandably struggling with this. he appoints himself as the guard to the kitchen/bathroom door, behind which zombie yakou is... uh, well, there.

melami gets straight to the point.

"did you love him?"

i thought vivia's feelings could have grown into something more, but never got the chance before it was ripped away.

this was pre-dlc. i was a fool.

he was madly in love the whole time.

#rain code #master detective archives #mdarc #boba au #vivia twilight #pucci lavmin #yakou furio #viviakou #vvyk #viviakoushippingweek2024 #guest starring: #halara nightmare #zilch alexander #aphex logan #yuma kokohead #fink the slaughter artist #rain code spoilers #melami goldmine #fubuki clockford #desuhiko thunderbolt

[ghostcupdraws]

And I did not care for it

#Guys I don't think he cares for it #good omens #crowley #fanart #good omens season 2 #art #my art #krisart #my toothy danger noodle #I tried so hard to stay away from the neon but i CAN'T

[icycoldninja]

Promised (Sephiroth x Reader angst)

You, a youthful, yet extraordinarily sad teenager, were perched atop a cliff, feeling lonlier than ever. Your boyfriend, the young SOLDIER prodigy, Sephiroth, had been sent away to war and you had no idea when he would be back. If he would be back. Every day you traveled up to this precipice, where you two often met in the past. You found yourself curled up on the grass under the tree where you and he had carved your names into the bark.

Sephiroth x Y/N, forever.

Bringing your knees up to your chest and burying you face into them, you began to sob, worry and fear overwhelming you again, as it tended to do so every day.

"Y/N! Hey!" You turned and peered at the source of the voice with teary eyes, surprised to see a familiar, short teenage boy running towards you.

"Seph?" You sprung to your feet, dashing towards him and wrapping him in a tight hug. "You're back! I...I missed you so much." The young boy pulled away from you, standing on his tiptoes so he could plant a kiss on your forehead, all while smiling that sweet, calm smile he always did. You chuckled, remembering how you always teased him for being shorter than you.

"I'm back, you giant," He chuckled, gazing up at you fondly. Hope rising in your chest, you asked if he would be staying long, as there were so many new developments in your hometown; so many things you wanted to show and talk to him about. The look he gave you in response was answer enough; the way his eyes temporarily lost their shine and his mouth curved into the tiniest of frowns told you that the answer was negative.

"I'm...sorry, Y/N," He mumbled, fidgeting with his fingers. "I must go back next week. They're sending me to Rhadoran next." You nodded, crestfallen, though you tried to keep up a cheerful front.

Unfortunately, there was no fooling Sephiroth. His watchful, neon green eyes saw everything.

"I know it's tough," He whispered, taking you by the shoulders and pulling you close. "But you have to hang in there. I promise, when I get back, everything will be different. Just trust me."

You nodded, knowing that this wasn't easy for him either. You had to stay strong, like he was, and take comfort in the fact that soon, the war will be over, and then you could spend more time with your beloved.

"Don't worry," Sephiroth assured you, wrapping his arms around you and resting his head against your chest. "I'll never forget you." You nodded, biting down hard on your lip to keep yourself from bursting into tears. Sephiroth rubbed circles into your lower back; his touch cold because of the leather gloves he was wearing.

"I love you, Seph." You murmured, tightening your hold around him. "I always will. Forever." A faint smile tugged at the corners of Sephiroth's mouth. He pulled away again before fishing in his pocket, soon producing a tiny black case.

"I know we can't officially get married cause we're both still legally children, but..." He opened the case, revealing two simple, yet beautiful silver rings. "I got these from a jeweler who lived in a town we happened to pass through. They're promise rings, kinda like engagement rings, but for kids."

"They're beautiful," You whispered, causing a light dusting of pink to appear on the boy's pale cheeks.

"Really? You really like them?" He sounded uncertain and neverous, yet giddy at the same time. You nodded excitedly as he took one of the rings from the box and slipped it onto your finger.

"I love them, Seph--I love anything you give me." Sephiroth smiled, handing you the box so you could slide the other ring onto his finger.

"We're officially engaged now," He stated, once you were finished. You couldn't help but giggle at how matter-of-factly he'd said it.

"We are!" You cheered, hugging him tightly. Sephiroth let out a quiet sigh as he stood there, trapped in your hold, and silently wished that this moment could last forever.

Unfortunately, nothing ever did. After just one day of relaxing with you, he was once again shipped off to Rhadoran to fight in the front lines. Watching him leave was painful; the joy that had recently filled your heart quickly evaporated into despairing emptiness. He'd only just left and you missed him already. When would he be back?

You asked every soldier that came to your town, "When will Sephiroth be back?" Every time, they never gave you a straight answer. It seemed that they didn't know either.

You soon gave up inquiring and simply observed the passengers of each truck that arrived. Every time one arrived, Sephiroth was nowhere to be seen, and you lost more and more hope; the only thing you had to remind you of him was the promise ring he'd given you, which you wore every day without fail. You would treasure that ring; it was a symbol of your love and dedication, one of the few things that comforted you during these depressing times.

Several years later, you were perched atop that very same cliff once again, curled up under that tree where you and Sephiroth had carved your names, though the words had long since faded from view as bark, moss and flowers had grown over them. The only thing you had left of Sephiroth now was the ring, which still resided on your finger. Just looking at that simple silver band filled you with despair; you were soon sobbing into your arms, the many years of loneliness, worry, and sadness finally taking it's toll.

"Y/N?" A deep voice unfamiliar to you called, followed by the sound of jingling metal and heavy footsteps.

"Go away!" You shouted, thinking it was one of the village folks come to comfort you or persuade you to give up on Sephiroth and date someone else, as they frequently attenpted to do nowadays. The person sat down next to you; a sudden fruity scent filling your nostrils. A cold, gloved hand made its way down to yours, raising it up so that your ring shone in the sunlight.

"I see you still wear my ring." Your head snapped up; eyes widening in shock.

Beside you sat a familiar young man with silver hair and neon green eyes, though he was no longer the short, cute little boy you once knew. He was a tall wall of muscle, with a waterfall of gleaming silver hair; an imposing, threatening aura surrounding him unlike anything you'd ever seen. Was this really the boy you'd exchanged promise rings with all those years ago?

"Miss me?" He inquired, smiling that familiar, quiet smile. He chuckled after you failed to respond, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Do you not recognize me? I'll admit, I have grown," He pulled off one of his gloves to reveal a silver ring identical to yours sitting neatly on his finger. "But I have never forgotten."

Something clicked inside you, prompting you to throw yourself into his arms and pepper his face with kisses, all while tears of joy and relief streamed down your face

"I missed you so, so, so much!" You declared, squeezing him with all your strength. Sephiroth chuckled, pulling you into his lap and kissing your cheek.

"I know, I missed you too. But now, I am home, and now, we can get married. Just as I promised."

#Sephiroth #Ff7 #Ff7 sephiroth #Sephiroth x reader #Final fantasy 7 #ffvii sephiroth #Ffvii #Ffvii fanfic #Sephiroth x reader fluff #Fluff #Angst #sephiroth ff7 #sephiroth ffvii #Sephiroth x reader angst #light angst #angst with a happy ending #icycoldninja writes #Ffvii sephiroth #Ffvii sephiroth x reader

[babywll]

Taking Care of Him — Sierra Six/Court Gentry × Fem!reader

plot: helping your boyfriend take care of himself after a hard night.

warning: blood, mention of, deep cut mention and some fluff

let's assume fitzroy wasn't out here!!

this is actually my first story here, so sorry for any mistakes, english its not my first language :D

You woke up in the middle of the night, at least that's what the clock with the time marked in neon red said. Your bare legs were tangled in the white comforter, and the shirt you stole from your boyfriend's stuff was all you covered. He had left for his Sierra agent mission shortly after dark. And you only slept after a long time trying to force yourself to stay awake.

You were still worried, the clock said 03:12 in the morning, and so far there's no sign of your boyfriend coming back. You've always been aware of his work, and after all, you've been together for two years, he's been at it for eighteen. He's been through so much, it's silly to worry. But still, you couldn't sleep without making sure he was by your side, good and safe. His jobs have decreased a lot, now he rarely goes out on these missions. These are just extreme cases. And that's what gives you the chills.

You sat up in bed, and you put your hands on your face for a few seconds, just until you fully woke up. You avoided looking at her watch, because knew it had only been five minutes since the last looked. The curtain was open, and the light from the buildings and the moon that lit the room a little. The apartment you were staying this time is on a penthouse, it has an incredible view. And it's a pity it's only for two days.

Usually the first one you use to explore the city and get to know the culture, your boyfriend knows so much about it that sometimes he even looks like a tourist guide. But you love it. Love the first days because you enjoy it, and forget what will happen in the next. Loves it when they stop to eat at a cute little cafe, or when they have dinner at a fancy restaurant.

Any minute moment with your boyfriend already brings you enormous comfort. Especially when you're holding his hand, when he kisses your head when you're hugging, or when he shows you little things you never noticed before, but he already does. Because he always notices everything.

The second day is the day of the mission, and you can't do anything but stay in the apartment. And it's thanks to Fitzroy that you can follow six — and some of it is from your short-term nursing course, the excuse was used that you're going to tend to the wounds. Even if six knows very well how to do it, since he took care of himself for sixteen years. You feel silly with your half-course beside him. But of course you take care, you always will. And the main reason is to be close.

Even though he likes to protect you and keep you close, at first it was a little different. Maybe because he didn't want you to see him as he looks after his work is done. He went through so many things, closed himself off from so many people. It was something about you that made him open up. But only with you.

You get tired of sitting around waiting, and you get out of bed barefoot — since you've lost your sock between the sheets, and your slippers are already put away, ready for when you leave. The curtain in the living room and kitchen was also open, so you didn't bother to turn on the light, just turned on a small lamp on the table so you could make coffee.

While it wasn't ready, you drummed your fingers on the countertop, and tried not to look at the clock hand moving, the noise was already torture enough. Your eyes drop from tiredness, you have no idea how you slept, I think it just went out after a while. After he left you tried to distract yourself with the TV, so you packed your suitcase, and the apartment, and then you took a shower. But nothing seemed to make time go by any faster.

When you couldn't sleep, he would tell you the stories of what happened in those years, just because you asked too much, even if it scared you. Deep down it brought a little comfort, that no matter what, he'd always come home.

When the coffee was ready you quickly emptied your mug, the coffee ran out, and there was no sign of it coming back. Tired of waiting on your feet you just went back to your room and lay down, closed your eyes and tried to sleep. But seconds later the sound of the door opening made you wake up again.

It was him, he had finally arrived. You knew because you heard him cursing under his breath after hitting some furniture in the dark. You got up and turned on the light, finding him.

"Hey babe I'm sorry did I wake you up?" he said, but you were so relieved that you ran to hug him.

"I couldn't even sleep," you said, hugging him even tighter. When he pulled away he gave her a kiss, but she noticed blood on him.

It was a bruise, maybe not that deep, but a cut near the mouth. You looked looking for another. He had one near his eyebrow, and one on his arm.

"You should go back to bed and rest, don't worry about it" he took your hand.

"You must be hurting too much to think I'm going to leave you," he chuckled, a weak laugh, but one that made you a little less worried "Come on, let's go to the bathroom and clean this up"

He followed you, you made him take a shower while you took the kit you had set aside. When you came back he had already taken it off and was shirtless. No other cuts, other than the one now visible, on the chest. You stood in front of him and started to clean the bruises on his face, only the one on his eyebrow needed a little bandage.

"My shirt?" he asked, his hands gripping your waist.

"You know I do" you bit your lip and smiled slightly "Want it back?"

"No, I like you to use it"

"It smells like you" you finished the bandage and held his face, looking for another spoiled "Clean" you kissed him and knelt down to tend to the cut on his chest.

"It just looks deep" he said, you leaned in but he didn't seem to feel pain.

"Want to tell me about it?" you muttered, he rarely counted, you didn't want to force him either.

"Maybe another day"

It was silent while you took care of the cut, but soon it was over and just another dressing. He put on a shirt with some difficulty, and thanked you with a kiss.

"Now yes, we can sleep"

"I probably wouldn't feel so good if I had to take care of myself" he suddenly picked you up and carried you to the bed.

When they finally lay down, it looked like a lie. You didn't realize you were this tired until you stopped worrying. And with him by her side, it felt good.

His strong arms embraced you, and you buried your face in his chest, careful not to touch the bruise. Even though he'd insisted it wasn't hurting. Slowly you let sleep take you as he stroked your hair.

"I love you" he whispered, so low you almost wouldn't have heard it.

"No more than me" you muttered before falling asleep. Remembering all the other times you guys said that, because it always meant more than a joke.

And suddenly, there didn't seem to be anything else but both.

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words: 1245

thanks for reading!! give me some support i would be grateful

#sierra six #the gray man #ryan gosling #chris evans #lloyd hansen #imagine #court gentry #fem reader #sierra six x reader

[ewwwabug]

So, we know Ethan can't leave the Rival Biker Boys because he knows too much, but what would happen if someone tried to leave the Loveless Biker Boys? Could someone ever leave the LBB?

I never thought about whether the loveless ones could leave their gang… probably they didn't think about it either except Jatay... but he doesn't need to leave he already was in a kind of friendship with Willam and Neon and they could "cooperate" by telling each other information about other bikers from their gangs. Jeff takes the opposite gang too seriously, he hates any bikers from this and other gangs, he even has a negative attitude towards Ethan and does not trust him, despite the fact that he actually saved Varai's life to some extent

Dice could most likely kick someone out of the gang himself if he wanted to and if he finds out that someone is cooperating with rivals. he won't do that to Jatay because he doesn't know about his friendship with Will and Neon.

in any case, their gang will not live long, it will fall apart because of Dice himself and his strong changes in character (when Dice becomes "pink")

but if you just tell him "I want to leave" you can't. just like that, no one will let you go lol. you have to try hard to get out of the gang. unless you run away from them yourself (what happened to Ethan in his gang)

Varai has told Dice many times that he wants to leave, but he will have nowhere to stay and live. the gang literally gives him some conditions for life, even if not the most favorable. will you leave when you don't have a home? I don't think so

either stay or run away from them. Dice does not promise that he will spare if he sees a fugitive

sorry i dunno how to end this post heres funny doodl TRANSLATION: d- gimme the dose i have fucking withdrawal; y- fuck off

#loveless biker boys #oc #doodle #rival biker boys #ask #oc stuff #dice carroll #yang irwin

[elithemiar-blog]

KimChay reconciliation and a bit of Porsche & Chay

Let me know what ya think. First time writing for this fandom, Kim may be a bit OOC, but I tried.

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The garden had darken under the fall of the sun, stars climbing over the horizon as the moon stays hidden. The gorgeous bright almost neon colors in a sea of pastel that is normally seen at all times in this new life of violence and retribution, revenge and agony, of the mystery if a puzzle will finally provide the details hidden in the message when the puzzle will be solved.

Only to find that the puzzle solved is only a piece of a much larger scale.

The green foliage of the shrubs that surround the compound is a vivid reminder that even though the ones he loves are alive doesn't mean that they are safe. Drops, much like his own tears at one time, fall from the leaves and absorb into the soil to fuel growth, and even help the seedlings that have yet to sprout.

He can't help but think of himself, falling for so long and hard after a brief time of warmth in a struggle of fending off the cold, and seeing the small things to get through until the next day.

Now, even the white posts that hold the small gazebo, he can only see as gray.

And the ceiling that he would normally see as maybe a dark brown, is as black as the sky is right now.

His head hangs back, neck burning at the angle as he tries to reach the railing to rest on but unable to, instead he feels chill of water droplets hitting his forehead.

Flinching at first, as the uncomfortable feeling of dry to wet, of warm to cold shocks his skin, he calms, the different spectrums becoming soothing.

"If you want to get wet, I'll sneak you over to the pool."

His eyes open to see the border between the sky and the wood of the shelter ceiling, not remembering when he shut them in the first place. Raising his head until meeting the almost guilt wrecked gaze of his brother, but he doesn't speak, just turns his head back down, hands already twisting in his lap and brushing his own calluses on his finger tips.

Rough but gentle hands brushing over his shoulders, skin barely touching skin that sent goosebumps down his arms and ricocheting back into his heart that gave him the courage to speak up, and release the bound feelings inside.

"Chay."

His brother calls again, and still doesn't answer. He shifts until is back is against one of the corners, but his front still staying facing the entrance. Something that he has felt the need to do as of recent, startled several times already with the guards coming up behind him. He feels safer seeing the way in, and exactly who is standing there.

He tucks is legs up on the bench, one leg bending to lean against the railing while the other stays tucked under, hands gripping that leg in an act of self comfort.

"Chay."

He swallows, knowing that this is a conversation has to happen, no matter how much he wants to avoid the nerves, "What?" Where is his courage to battle through those nerves like last time.

Porsche sits next to him, and with his brother being for more proficient at keeping them safe he turns his gaze to his hands, feeling the weird soft material that the oldest brother of the mafia sons had procured for him.

He heard his brother sigh, and the near choking feeling climbs and builds in his throat, but he's so tired of crying, of seeming weak. Another hand hovers over his, then pulls away.

"I know we haven't talked in a while, with everything going on, I just thought that you need time to…let everything settle."

He nods, that was one way of putting it.

"You've changed, Chay. These spontaneous decisions aren't you."

"And what if they are?" he challenges back, softly, barely a whisper between them.

A small smile appears unbidden on his brother's face, "Because I know you. I've seen you angry, happy, sad, nervous, and even petty. I've practically raised you, but you're acting like -- " he sucked in a breath, "Who hurt you, Chay?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes, tell me their name and I'll go take care of them."

He could, but there was only two, and for once he's tired of holding back the hurt. "You can't take care of yourself."

Porsche flinches back.

"I understand why, I really do, but you couldn't tell me the truth? At least hinted that what you were involved with wasn't legal?" he quickly wipes away the single tear that had escaped, sniffling.

"I didn't think you'd approved."

"Obviously, I didn't matter -- " snapping his mouth shut, the frustration voicing his darker thoughts.

Porsche's voice pitched as he spoke, "You are the reason I took this, our money problems are no more and even if I declined on my death bed, I'm pretty sure we would've been here anyway."

He chokes out a laugh, barely making it past the lump in his throat that still remains there.

Porsche observes him for a moment before nodding along, though concern still evident. "At least you're feeling something."

The corner of his lips tucked up slightly, at least one of them can still see the bright side.

"Who else?"

If there is one thing Chay knows of himself, he can't lie, not to Porsche, no matter how much he really wants to. "Nothing worth your time."

"You're worth everything." he replies. "When everything started to go down before the coup, I thought of taking you and running, escaping while there was still a chance. Then just like that, answers started come, secrets being revealed, and the amount of a hassle there had been of someone trying to keep everything hidden."

"I don't think Kinn," and Kim, he wants to believe, "wouldn't try to follow if we tried."

"And about a dozen bodyguards." Porsche agreed. "I just want you safe, that's all."

He rolls his eyes, "I know."

Porsche opens his arms, inviting the younger for a hug, and this time Chay doesn't deny the embrace hiding his face into his brother's shoulder. "I haven't forgotten that you hadn't revealed a name, but…I'll wait until you're ready."

Nodding back, and seeing the garden around them makes him feel a little lighter.

"Come back to the party when you're ready. I'll keep them distracted for as long as I can."

With one final look, Chay turned his back, refusing to witness Porsche leaving.

His heart felt a little lighter, being able to get through that without the yelling he fearfully expected, for a moment thinking that his brother found out about his outings, and how he'd been followed home, and by who.

The feeling of being watched, eyes penetrating into his back, and he could only think of one single person who would genuinely be watching over him, and that person just left. His heart thumps thinking that it could be the other person, the same person that keeps an eye on him for some reason other than a duty.

"I don't know why you continue to follow me when you've never cared!" he shouts, the accusation on his tongue tingling, taking a breath to release another statement.

"I never said I didn't care." a mellow-toned voice whispers.

Chay whips around, "Then what was with the apology?" the anger that had surfaced immediately dropped back down at seeing the cold, frigid eyes that gazed back. "Kim?"

"Chay, I -- " his gaze turned away, jaw clenching, his hands though hidden in the pockets of that leather jacket, could still be seen forming into fists. He leaned back on his heel, already twisting to walk away.

"Why should I stay, when you won't?"

Kim is forced to pause at that question, his body a quarter of the way twisted back to exit the structure, slowly he met Chay's gaze over his shoulder. "Would you have? If you knew?"

"I don't know." incredulous at the question, but hopeful, "Not like you gave me a choice!" He suddenly stood, finding more strength than he had all week, and nearly stood toe to toe in front of Kim. "I can see why you wouldn't answer any question in the vicinity of this place, from what very little I could figure out, but why hurt me?"

Kim didn't move, just stated straight into the doe-eyes that had haunted him, but at the very least no tears were shedding.

"Did you enjoy playing me like a fiddle? Enjoy that I had been so easy to get information out of? Enjoy--"

"Enjoy our time as if breathing sunlight?"

Chay blinked, "Then why hurt me?"

"Safer --"

"For who?!" he snapped, those frustrated tears threatening to re-run their course down his cheeks.

Kim barely stopped himself from reaching out, shifting so minutely that no-one could've noticed.

"For me? Or for yourself?"

Frustration and anxiety with a brush of hope shifted through Kim's veins, and he couldn't stop his next words, "I can't let my own father know of any weaknesses!"

The sheer vulnerability that reflected in his eyes, of regret, fear, and so much more made Chay's own emotions freeze, his hands rose scrubbing over his eyes, and he turned away, moving back toward the bench he'd been on to curl up as if he's a defenseless child.

Kim reached out, hand missing the fabric of his shirt to hold him there. Tamping down the panic that pierced his heart, as he witnesses Chay turn his back on him, to look out into the garden. A part of him knows that he should leave, and he realized that he's a coward, the beauty in front of him having so much courage for the both of them.

And maybe it could be enough.

Chay lets the tears roll into his sleeve, hearing the footsteps, so light as he's sure Kim is walking away.

"For both of us."

Stunned, the younger turns to give him his full attention, but stays silent.

"If my father knew about our connection he'd use that to tie me into this family again, he'd put your life in danger to get me to cooperate." He sits, turning his head to the garden, being unable to meet the inquisitive gaze just yet. "I knew early on that you didn't know anything, and even after trying to cut contact, you persisted."

"Alright, so attracted to stubbornness?"

"No." Kim glances back to see Chay, insecurities showing through as the younger's shoulders dropped. Panic of a different kind squeezed his heart as he struggled to say something. Than an idea came through the fog, "What do you see in the garden?"

Chay shrugs, "Bushes, foliage, might be some rose bushes." he sees colors, various ones, "What's that got to do with anything?"

"Humor me. What did you think initially?"

"It's calm, quiet, even without the sunlight or the moon, it's beautiful."

Kim, missed the exaggerated hand movements, that showed there was nothing that could be hurt him in those hands. "I see where cameras can be placed, I see places to hide, I see an open area with very few places to use as a barrier in case of another fight. I see things that could be used as a weapon, and even though we are a bit further from the main building, there are cameras that point in this direction."

"I -- "

"This is my world."

"Okay, I can see your point." he nodded, once, "How would keeping me in the dark protect me, if I don't know what I'm being protected from? If I'm in danger, I have a right to know that, so I can protect myself, so I know what to look for."

"I was hoping Porsche would take you and run." he mutters out, "I didn't know about your mother."

"But you knew something." Chay shakes his head, getting his thoughts back on the reason they're here, "What do you want?"

"Whatever you'll give me." his answer rushes out as he exhales.

Chay wants to go back to whatever they had on the base of lies, to go back to that comfort, but he knows that he needs to know Kim without the pretentions of an investigation. To know all sides of him, even the ones he tries to keep hidden. Memories flashed back to Hum's Bar floor, he's not exactly happy about the killing, but at the same time he's grateful, satisfied in a weird way of Kim's ability to protect him.

Kim, will deny to anyone else that he did not perk up at watching Chay unblock his number, a thrumming in his veins that gives in the urge to be able to reach him again.

"I'll let you know."

#kimchay #kinnporsche #fic writing #ever get an idea when your barely awake and think I should write that but immediately fall back asleep #yeah that happened but I waited till late to actually work on it #bc i was trying to work on other stories and brain wouldn't focus #first time writing for this fandom #halp been listening to Black Tie for over a week #fully believe that chay is the only one who can stand against Kim without consequence #let this boy make his own choices #continuation TBD?

[ruru0803]

Playground Rivals: Ken x Fem Reader

Chapter 4

"I stay up too late. Got nothing in my brain."

Raquelle taps her fingers against the wheel in rhythm with the song.

"That's what people say. That's what people say."

"Mmm Mmm."

"That's what people say."

"Mmm Mmm."

Ken starts shimming in the back seat doing his silly faces again.

"But I keep cruising, Can't"

"Stop."

"Won't"

"Stop."

"Moving. It's like I got this music, In my mind saying it's gonna be alright."

Raquelle motions for everyone to join her and Barbie in the song.

"Cause the players gonna..."

"Play."

"Play."

"Play."

"Play."

Raquelle smiles, eyes still on the road as they drive further and further away from Barbieland.

"And the haters gonna..."

"Hate."

"Hate."

"Hate."

"Hate?"

Ryan nods along with the song and Y/n starts rocking along with Ken and the beat.

And so Barbie, Ken, the twins and Y/n set off on their adventure to the real world.

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The five tried their best to fit in Barbie's tiny pink boat. They had all wore a matching set, Ken and Barbie had on a pink and white shirt, white pants and matching hats and the trio wore the same outfit but in black and purple, Raquelle wore her shades while the other two wore hats.

Barbie smiled happy to be the one at the wheel this time, Ken and Y/n sat as close to each other as possible not minding the situation really, and Raquelle rubbed Ryan's back as he mimics hurling in the water, the sea sickness getting to him. The plastic ocean faded into real life waters.

"Ugh. How much longer?"

"Just a few more steps to go."

"Ugh."

He leans into his twin sister.

"Just don't hurl on my shoes."

A dolphin dives in front of the boat and Ken gets scared by a pigeon cowering in the other doll's arms.

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Suddenly the group was in space, the girls sat on the ship. Everyone was in a space suit.

Ken and Ryan were flying off, The other two girls tried to grab on to the boys that were trying desperately not to float away, Barbie remained unaware of what was happening behind her.

"Hold me Y/n."

"I'm trying..."

"Don't let me go."

"I'm not."

Y/n holds onto Ken's hand as best as she could for how long the ride would be.

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Somehow they found a group bike with five seats on it. The trio wore some biking gear along with outfits to match Barbie and Ken.

Barbie was in the front again, Ryan behind her, Raquelle behind him, Y/n behind her and Ken at the end.

They all paddled as hard as they could, Ken started to lose breath but smiled when everyone turned to check on him, giving a thumbs up. Y/n smiles at him, making a kissy face before turning back to face the front.

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They were all outside of Barbie's camping van. Barbie wore a white dress shirt and red pants, Ken wore an inverse of the outfit. The trio wore black hoodies with red sweat pants, the girls' hoodies were cropped.

"Hi."

Barbie waved at Ken and Y/n who were hanging up clothes to dry as she walked to sit in one of the lawn chairs next to the twins, who were miming eating s'mores. Ken just chuckles at her before turning to the doll next to him and kissing her cheek when the others weren't looking.

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Raquelle found two snow vehicles, she made Barbie and Ryan share one with her, Barbie asked to share one with Y/n but Raquelle was adamant on her sharing one with Ken.

"I'm driving this time."

"No fair you drove the car."

"Awe."

Ken snuggled into Y/n. The two smiled at each other as the others bickered.

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Finally the ice melts away and the group skate onto a beach. Y/n holds onto Ken since she couldn't skate.

Barbie and Ken wore matching neon outfits that were a mix of blue, pink, and yellow. Raquelle wore a blue cropped shirt with a lilac cropped sweater on top with blue denim shorts; her red shades on top of her head, Ryan and Y/n wore deep purple sweaters and blue jeans.

Everyone looked around in wonder, the sand wasn't pink, the water was fully real, the sun was hot on their skin, it was so different...

"Guys..."

"Wow!!"

"Yes!!"

"Not too fast Ken."

Y/n wobbled a little and started pulling the other doll closer.

"Sorry."

"It's okay."

The waves were coming in strong, people walked towards them with surf boards, there were a few guys playing basketball, and people dancing around in the street.

"Wow this is the real world."

Y/n smiled as a girl looked at her up and down.

"Barbie, I told you there'd be beach."

Ken smiles proudly, happy to be right about something. Barbie smiles and nods at him.

"Yeah."

Suddenly it got a little tense in the air. Y/n started fidgeting a little, there was a lot of guys watching her in the same way the girl before was but this time it wasn't just directed towards her. She could see that Barbie and Raquelle also looked affected by it.

Raquelle started to glare at the guys, not wanting to show fear, Barbie was the opposite.

"Anyone else feeling this weird tension in the air."

Ken looks at her worried then pulls the doll beside him and wraps his arms around her. Barbie looks confused about the display, Ryan steps in front of his twin sister, giving Ken an nod of approval.

People start whistling and catcalling at the dolls, others laugh about their outfits.

Ken frowns at them not liking how they were looking at the woman he liked or his friends. Ryan looked like he wanted to punch someone.

But then some guys started giving Ken approving looks and thumbs ups and he started to feel conflicted.

He starts to smile a little but stops when Ryan turns in his direction looking at his other sister.

"What's going on?"

"Give us a smile, Blondie."

"Oh, don't hog all the ladies."

"I would like to take a bit of that."

Y/n cringes knowing it was directed at her.

"Why are these men looking at us?"

"They're also staring at us."

He motions to him and Ryan. The (h/c) haired doll didn't like how happy he sounded saying that.

But then some other guys started to look at Ken differently and that same feeling she felt at Weird Barbie's house came back and it made Y/n more upset.

"Ohh, love that."

Y/n pulls Ken into her tighter as if they weren't super close already. Ken smiles down at the doll liking the attention from her.

"Wow."

"I feel kind of ill at ease. Like... I don't know the word for it but I'm conscious, but it's myself I'm conscious of."

The other four dolls knew what she meant, they felt it everyday.

"I'm not getting any of that here, I feel what could only be described as admired, but not ogled and there's no undertone of violence."

"Mine very much has an undertone of violence."

"If anyone comes too close there might be some violence."

Ryan glares as another guy checks out his sisters.

"Oh look an construction site. We need that good feminine energy."

She tries to skate towards it but Raquelle holds her back.

"Wait before we leave."

Raquelle points towards the snow cone machine she's been eyeing the whole time.

"I want one of those snow ball things."

She grabs her sister's and Ken's arm and pulls them over to it leaving Ryan and Barbie to stare awkwardly at each other.

"So...the human world?"

Barbie nods.

"It... different."

Barbie nods again.

The other three dolls stop by the snow cone machine. Behind the machine was an older man and a guy that they looked to be the same age as. He was tan, he had curly brown hair and brown eyes to match, the guy next to him seemed like a carbon copy but older and with a beard. Raquelle paused slightly admiring the guy in front of her.

Y/n and Ken look at each other, The (h/c) haired doll smirks and Ken's eyebrows raise slightly a amused smile on his lips as the two check the other out.

"Don't worry dad, I can take them. Go rest up."

The older man pats the younger one on the back then heads off in search for water. The remaining guy smiles at the brunette girl in front of him.

"What can I do ya for?"

"I was wanting one of your snow balls."

The guy cringes with a smile still on his face.

"Excuse me."

"Your snow balls."

She points to the picture of the different snow cone colors on the stand.

"I wanted to try one, I've never had it before."

The guy chuckles when the brunette girl's eyes light up as he scoops some ice into a paper cone.

"What flavor?"

Raquelle squats to get a better look at the picture, tapping her chin as she thinks on it.

"Can I have blue raspberry?"

He pours the syrup on the ice and handing it to the girl before looking up towards the other people.

"Your friends?"

"My sister and her boyfriend."

Ken blushed at that and starts playing with his fingers, the other doll starts rubbing her hands together but looked flustered by the statement.

"Any specific flavors you guys want?"

"Strawberry please."

"Watermelon."

He hands them their snow cones before turning his gaze back on Raquelle.

"It's on the house."

"What house?"

The guy chuckles again, shaking his head.

"It's an expression it means it's free."

He smiles at Raquelle causing a grin to form on her face.

"Guys c'mon!!"

"Well, see ya."

Raquelle nods a dazed look in her eye, Ken picks her up and starts walking back towards the others.

Once they make it to the others Ken puts her down and Y/n hands him his snow cone.

"What, None for us?"

Raquelle takes a long lick from hers, savoring the taste and then hands it to Ryan to share. Barbie looks at Ken's snow cone before making eye contact with him. Ken sighs handing it to her making a smile form on her face, Y/n then shares with Ken not wanting him to be left out of having said treat.

The group started walking to the construction site Barbie pointed out. There were guys sitting down on a lunch break that instantly started sexualizing them as they walked up.

"I don't know exactly what you meant with all of those little quips, but I'm picking up on some sort of entendre, which appears to be double."

The others nod along with her words. Ken squints at the dudes.

"And I would just like to inform you, We do not have a vagina."

She gestures towards all the girls, her statement makes Y/n accidentally drop her snow cone which she pouts about.

"And they don't have a penis."

She points to Ken and Ryan. Ryan looks around embarrassed not trying to make eye contact with anyone and Ken frowns feeling called out.

"We don't have genitals."

"That's okay."

Raquelle looks at the guy in disgust. Barbie smiles as if she told them off and skates away everyone following her one by one. Ken turns to the guys before leaving.

''I have a-all the genitals."

"Geez, you would think a construction site at lunch time would be the perfect place for a little woman power but this one was so...male."

Ken frowns a little he didn't know why he felt offended by the statement but he was.

"Everything is almost like... reversed here."

He smirks a little but stops when everyone turns towards him. Was he wrong for liking this world?

"Oh look! The supreme court."

Barbie points at a pageant board. Raquelle rolls her eyes at the picture, Ryan smirks at his sister and Y/n shakes her head at the reaction.

"They're so smart.''

"Yeah."

Two guys skate up towards them, one smacks Raquelle's butt and the other smacks Barbie's, Barbie quickly turns and punches the one that hit her but looked shocked at what she did however Raquelle throws her cone on the ground before kicking the guy in the balls and punching him in the throat. Y/n cheers her sister on, Ryan stops Ken from trying to stop the fight.

Ken nods as Ryan walks up and also starts beating up the dude, The cops quickly run up to the scene grabbing both dolls and having everyone walk to the police car.

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Barbie looks scared as she holds up the sign with her name on it, she blinks rapidly when the light flashes. Ryan steps up with his name card and smiles big.

"Can you take another one? my right side is my best side."

Y/n looks around not really paying attention to the camera. Raquelle flips off the police officer taking the picture, copying what she saw the guy she beat up do.

"If I were you I would stop doing that."

Ken faces the left with a big smile on his face holding up his "and Ken" sign.

The cops scan everyone's finger prints, also sexualizing the girls before letting them go.

"I think we should get some different clothes."

"I agree."

"Second that."

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They all go inside the closest convenience store they could find. Looking around at all the different cowboy and cowgirl outfits. Ken's eyes lit up being in a store that had to do with his love of horses.

"Fashion Show!!"

Ken started it off. Switching into different outfits at the speed of light. His first outfit was a denim long sleeve shirt with white pants and a brown hat, everyone but Y/n said no to it. The second was a short sleeve brown shirt with blue jeans and a black hat again everyone but Y/n said no. Then it was a black and white long sleeve shirt with a gold vest and ripped blue jeans and black hat this time everyone agreed it wasn't for him. Then he wore a blue and white striped shirt with khaki shorts and everyone appreciated the outfit but still told him to change. Finally he came out wearing a black and white cowboy outfit with a white hat, it had fringe from the shoulders to the neck and he finished it off with a pink bandana tied around his neck, Everyone said yes, Y/n being the most vocal about it.

Barbie went next, she first wore a pink and white striped shirt, blue jeans and a gray sweater with glitter by the zipper, the others liked the outfit but still told her to change. Next she wore a striped shirt that started black and white then faded to pink and black at the bottom with brown pants and a leather jacket that had fur on it again cute but the others told her to switch again. Then she came out in a glitter gray shirt, light pink pants and a dark pink shirt.

"Where are you finding these clothes?"

Barbie just shrugs and changes for the final time into a dark pink denim cowgirl outfit and a white hat also finishing her look with a pink bandana around her neck. She smiles happy with her outfit and joins the others.

Raquelle and Ryan stand up and go searching for matching outfits. The first was a black and blue denim look, They wore a black shirt with blue denim jeans, Raquelle's was an off the shoulder look. The two do different poses as Y/n pretends like she's taking a picture of them.

"My turn, My turn."

Y/n looks around for a while, she wanted something different from the others. She came back in a blue denim jumper dress, it was in an ombre style dark blue at the top and light blue at the bottom. She spins around showing off the outfit, the others hyping her up.

"Okay!!"

"Queen!!"

"That's my sister!!"

"So hot!!"

She playfully rolls her eyes changing into a black shirt with a denim blue jacket and jean pants. Raquelle and Ryan give her a thumbs up, Barbie claps and Ken just looks at her adoringly.

She changes again into a blue top and a white skirt with a denim jacket and yellow hat. She shrugs it off and changes into another outfit that had a baby blue tank top and denim skirt it had fringe going from one hip to the bottom of the other side, it came with a pink and blue hand bag and some white and pink sneakers.

"Wow!!"

"So which one are you going with?"

Y/n thinks about it for a little before smiling and picking her favorite from the bunch.

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Everyone exits the store.

"We look great."

"I love fringe."

"I love denim."

Ken starts shimming shaking the fringe on his shirt. Y/n smiles lovingly at him.

"Hahahaha."

"Alright let's go find whatever it is Barbie's looking for."

Someone comes out of the store looking for them.

"Hey, man. You guys gotta pay for that stuff."

"But it's on the house."

"Says who?"

Barbie taps Raquelle's shoulder and nods her head away in a different direction, Everyone takes off running away from the guy. He gives chase before calling the cops.

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Y/n now sat outside of the police station waiting for the others to come out. She was able to slip away before getting caught but the others not so much. She looked up when the others finally came out, Ken quickly ran to her and pulled her in a hug.

"You won't believe it little sis, They gave me and Raquelle our headshots."

"How'd that happen?"

"A lot of begging."

"Weird Barbie said I would know how to find this girl."

Ken nods along listening intently to his blonde friend. Everyone walked farther and farther away from the police station.

"But I have no idea. What would a smart Barbie do?"

That caught Y/n and Raquelle's attention. Barbie didn't think she was smart? Of course she was.

"Don't say that about yourself, of course you're smart."

Barbie smiles a little shaking her head.

"Right, sorry."

"Maybe you just need to think."

"You're right. Just need to clear my mind so I can think."

Barbie sits down on the bench at the bus stop. She closes her eyes trying to clear her head. Ryan sits beside her and starts to fidget. Ken won't sit still, walking around everywhere.

"I hate it when people think. I get so bored."

Barbie looks at both of them annoyed.

"The faster I figure it out, the faster we get to go home."

"C'mon let's go do something..."

"This is boring... Barbie I'm bored."

Barbie sighs sending Y/n a pleading look. Raquelle rolls her eyes before hitting the back of both boys heads.

"Ouch."

"She stays doing that."

Both boys rub the back of their heads, Ken pouts and Ryan glares at his twin. Y/n pats both boys' shoulders trying to soothe them.

Ken moves closer to the other doll allowing himself to be babied by her.

"What am I supposed to do?"

Barbie gives Ken another annoyed look.

"Okay, let's go for a walk or something."

"By ourselves?"

"Yes."

"No."

"You got a better idea?"

"Yes, I'm coming too, I'm bored."

Raquelle rolls her eyes and Barbie sighs. She wanted the boys to go.

"You're embarrassing me right now."

"Where are we even supposed to go?"

"Anywhere."

"Can I go that way?"

"Yes."

The five of them get into an argument about what to do.

"Okay, Okay, Okay."

The four dolls look at her.

"How about this..."

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[synthetickitsune]

Hello again 👋 I’m so happy to see your requests are open. I’ve been in such a soft mood lately. I would love to request Fluff #2 #12 and #30 with Zuho when you have time. 🥰 thank you and have a great day

Here you go, have a nice day too~

Zuho (SF9) | Breakfast in bed & Rainy day & “I hoped I’d meet someone like you for a long time.” fluff | 0.9k

The rain pitter-patters against the window and the soft sound creates the perfect ambience for your rare lazy morning. Taking advantage of the peaceful and quiet atmosphere, the television stays turned off. It’s just as well, because neither you nor Juho seem to be able to tear your eyes off each other. But who could blame you, when the morning light makes his features look so ethereal.

“You’re staring,” he mumbles around a bite of his food. The breakfast you’ve prepared together is simple yet delicious. That’s the secret ingredient - love, Juho has joked, and even if you’ve rolled your eyes then, a smile tugs at your lips at the memory.

“So are you,” you counter, voice equally quiet so as to not distract from the sound of rain. The view must be ridiculous - you, sitting inside what could easily be described as a nest made of blankets and pillows, all messy from being awake for less than an hour, and wearing the only piece of one-size-fits-all clothing that actually seems like it could fit anyone. It’s ridiculously warm and fluffy, and it has a hood and it’s long enough for you to curl in it like it’s a short blanket or a long hoodie. And it’s a neon green color that is no less ridiculous than the bright blue one Juho’s wearing. Truly a pair of fools.

“Because I love you,” he says with a self-satisfied grin. He's lucky he's cute.

"Has it ever occurred to you that I love you too?" you tease, reaching out with your fork to steal a bite from his plate. He defends against your half-hearted attack easily, so you let it go with only a hint of a pout on your lips.

"How does take out sound for lunch?" he asks, "Since we've already cooked today."

"Absolutely not," you deadpan. It was only yesterday that you told him you should really eat some hearty, delicious, and most importantly healthy meal. It's not like you feel like cooking, but at least one of you should be the voice of reason. No matter how much the other whines.

"We made the breakfast healthy enough," he tries to sway you. You look at the plate while you chew the bite you've taken. His statement is a little questionable. Unfortunately, not enough that it'd make your logic kick in. The image of a lazy day spent in bed is rather tempting…

"Ramen?" you suggest with a sigh. Maybe you'll feel less guilty if you do at least some cooking.

"Ramen it is!" Juho beams, a ray of sunlight shining through the clouds. You don't get why he's so obsessed with it. Whatever makes him happy, you guess.

"But you're helping me cook tomorrow, for real."

"Sure."

Happy and a only little dismayed by how easy it is to persuade yourself that one more day of unhealthy food is not going to hurt, you keep eating. It's quiet and the gentle ambience of rain reaches your ears once again.

It's not until you finish your food that you notice Juho's still half-full plate. You frown and look up at him only to be met with a fond expression on his face. He must've been staring at you for a while. He speaks up before you can.

“I hoped I’d meet someone like you for a long time," he sighs with a wistful smile. Your mind blanks for a second. You have to look away and watch the raindrops race across the window because you can't hold his loving gaze any longer.

"That came out of nowhere," you mutter, trying hard to calm your erratic heart. He chuckles, shrugging.

"Look at us," his voice is as soft as the look in his eyes, "We're a mess but we keep staring at each other, we made breakfast, we'll stuff ourselves full with ramen later. I don't think we'll get out of bed much today."

"Your point?"

It's not that you don't like it. It's just that you haven't felt the butterflies in your stomach this strongly in a while and you don't know how to cope with that.

"I don't think just anyone can love like that," he says, now turning sheepish himself, "So thank you."

Softening at his shyness, you put a hand on his knee and squeeze. 

"Thank you too," you give Juho a reassuring smile, "I couldn't imagine a better boyfriend."

He gasps, dramatically clutching at his chest as if your words have wounded him terribly.

"Boyfriend?" he scoffs, keeping up the charade. His eyes roll towards the ceiling like he can't believe his ears.

"Is there anything you'd like to tell me, love?" you quirk a brow at him, very much amused and in disbelief.

"Not yet," he grumbles and drops the act. He scoots closer until your knees bump together and he can pull you closer to him. His lips find your forehead. "Boyfriend is alright, for now."

You hum, shifting even closer to him. You lay your head on his shoulder and close your eyes. The rain outside is picking up, and you realize that there's probably not enough food to make anything but ramen for lunch even if you wanted to. Whatever, Juho loves it and nothing can beat warm ramen on a cold day.

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[imagine-knb]

Hiiii! I’m the anon that requested the skin allergy reactions. I was wondering if I could add a few more characters? The way you did them all the first time was very endearing 💕

If you would for Kasamatsu, Mayuzumi, Himuro, Hyuga, Takao, Hanamiya, Kotaro, Nash, and Riko (if you can 😅)

I think the post you're talking about is this one, right anon? If not, let me know which one you are actually talking about and I will rewrite this ask! Admin Neon

Hyuuga: There's a moment where he's on court and he doesn't seem to believe what he's seeing. Is your skin going a bit redder than normal? Removing his glasses, he tries to wipe away whatever might be on the lenses before he takes a better look at you, but the splotchy complexion is still there on your skin.

"Hey," he calls out to you, beckoning you toward him with a wave of his hand. When you get closer and he sees the hives beginning to spread across your arms and legs, his frown deepens and he takes on a more scolding tone. "You don't have to push yourself so hard. Go take a breather on the bench and I'll join you in a second."

Hyuuga gently shoves you in the direction of the sidelines, giving you no room to argue. While you go sit, he goes to find a cool water bottle, thinking that maybe dowsing you in something cold could help sooth your aching skin.

Riko: The shrill sound of her whistle cuts through the air and everyone on the court comes to a complete standstill, knowing that meant she wanted everyone to stop. The second the sound of squeaking sneakers cease, Riko is stomping on court in your direction, her eyes burning you with a glare.

"I told you to tell me when you start getting tired! Did you think I wouldn't notice?!" Her tone may sound angry, but you can see the worried furrow of her brows and distressed teardrops prickling at her eyes.

Riko doesn't give you time to respond as she drags you off the court herself, taking you to where she usually stood on the sidelines. The second you two pass over the court lines, she blows that shrill whistle once more and practice starts right back up without you. You're benched until further notice.

Kasamatsu: "Hey, you need to go take a break." Kasamatsu's voice sounds flat and even as he says this to you, loud enough for it to sound like a command, but quiet enough that the rest of the team can't hear.

While you go to follow his orders, he barks out a few more toward the remaining people on court before following after you. It was a captain's job to make sure his team stayed healthy, after all. And most importantly, he felt it was his job to make sure you stayed healthy too.

He's not much of a fusser, so the most he does is hand you a water bottle and keep an eye on your out of his peripherals. But if you so much as try to step back onto court before your allergies have calmed down, he will attempt to kick you right back onto the benches. Literally.

Takao: You're jogging around on court when Takao suddenly comes up beside you and throws an arm around your shoulder. At first, you think it's just supposed to be a friendly gesture, but he won't let go. Soon, he starts steering you away from the action and toward the bleachers.

"You know, I notice everything on court, right?" he asks, and there's a slight laugh at the end of his sentence. "Like you trying to pull your sleeves down to hide your allergies?"

There's a grin on his face that tells you you're caught. He won't let you get back to the game, even if you had wanted to. Instead, Takao makes sure to sit with you on the sidelines, handing you cold bottle of water after cold bottle of water, until the redness of your skin has subsided.

Himuro: He had been a little too into the game to be paying much attention to you, so by the time Himuro notices that you're struggling, you're already a bit out of breath and itchy. You were already standing on the sidelines on your own when he jogs up to you, expression downturned with worry.

"Allergies?" he asks, reaching a cold hand out to press against your burning cheek. "You should have said something sooner. We could have stopped, I could have helped."

Both you and Himuro know that there actually wasn't much he could do once your allergies flared up however. He tries not to let the guilt eat at him as he stands with you, waiting for your symptoms to calm down. He might even insist that the two of you are done for the day, even if he feels like he could still play for hours more.

Hayama: He's so into the game that somebody else actually has to stop him and point out that you've retired to the bleachers, breathing hard and scratching. Hayama instantly runs off to your side, feeling guilty for not noticing sooner. When you tell him you hadn't wanted to spoil his fun by interrupting, he seems to pout with both annoyance and worry.

"I'd rather you bother me than be sitting here alone!" Then, thinking about his words, he changes his wording. "No, it's not bothering me! I just want to make sure you're okay."

Despite Hayama saying he wants to sit with you until you get better, you can still see his leg bouncing as if he were itching himself to get back onto court. It really is a show of genuine caring from him that he would hold back to really ensure you were safe and healthy.

Mayuzumi: You were already sitting on the sidelines yourself, rubbing at your itching skin, when Mayuzumi came up and sat down on the bleachers with you. You gave him a questioning look before looking back out toward the courts where all the other players were still deep in practice.

"They won't notice me missing for a few minutes," he explained quietly. "And if they do, screw them. I'm taking care of you first before I head back out there."

He's handing you a towel dowsed in cold water, hoping it would be enough to soon your skin. There's a tense moment where someone does notice him missing, but you merely see Mayuzumi give a soft smirk in the team's direction before he looks back over to you.

Hanamiya: "Hey." That's the only warning you get as you look up just in time for Hanamiya to throw a basketball in your direction. It catches you off guard and you miss catching it, the ball hitting you in the side before rolling away. The bump against you has your skin burning and you palm at it to try relieve the itch.

You can hear Hanamiya click his tongue in annoyance as he picks up the basketball. "Go take a break if you need one," he says. His tone sounds harsh, but you know if it had been anyone else, he would have told them to simply suck it up.

Hanamiya joins you on the sidelines a few minutes later and, though he doesn't say much — in fact, he doesn't seem to look at you at all — he always makes sure there's a cold bottle of water nearby at all times.

Nash: You had paused in the middle of a run to scratch at your arm, the sensation had been too strong to ignore. It didn't go unnoticed by anyone on court however and you soon found yourself being directed over to the sidelines.

"You're not gunna be of any use during this practice if you're pausing every ten steps to scratch." Despite the harshness of the words, the fact that Nash wasn't just barking them out proved that he had more care for your wellbeing than initially thought. "Just sit by and relax for a minute, will ya?"

He's not one for babysitting, so he doesn't stick around to actually make sure your allergies go away, but ever so often as he plays you can see his gaze travel back over toward you, always making sure you weren't getting worse at least.

#hyuuha #riko #kasamatsu #takao #himuro #hayama #mayuzumi #hanamiya #nash

[the-starry-seas]

for however many ocs as you wanna answer this for

alone: How does your OC deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there's no one around to see them?

oh good I get to talk about clones to you, you will regret this

Nox: That's the neat part, they don't. Memes aside, they've never been completely alone (I mean, you try finding true solitude when you're one of millions of clones, yeesh). Also they're clingy and if they are alone they will change that pronto because they can't stand that shit, they cannot be alone, not physically capable. And the way they act around others, and when it's just themself, is pretty much the same! They're annoying, affectionate, and fond of making random and/or loud noises for no good reason. Just sitting by themself on the floor, quacking like a duck to see if they're good at it, putting some of their neon pink hair dye in Harlow's shampoo.

Tally: He fucking freaks. He's also never been alone (re: millions of clones) and he hates the silence and stillness. He needs background noise, he needs people around, he starts feeling real weird if he's not directly in sight of at least two or three other people, clones or not. He does a lot of nervous pacing when he's alone, because he doesn't like it and when do Nox and Harlow come back, this sucks. But there are times where he likes to chill and read a book while listening to whatever noisy nonsense is going on in the barracks.

Harlow: He stays level-headed because if he doesn't, who will? He's a lieutenant and that means he does not have the luxury of emotional distress (lol. lmao even.) or panicking over things. He doesn't mind being alone, in and of itself, but it does tend to make him a little bit nervous these days because if he's not there to tell Nox to behave, what the fuck are they up to now? Who's gonna protect his shinies if he's not there? But if he has someone to babysit them, he's doing a full spa day with cucumber slices and harp music and everything.

Blue: He likes being alone for short periods of time because it gives him some quiet and peace. He needs something to focus on though so it's like, idle games and crosswords to keep him occupied instead of meditation-style quiet. Loneliness, on the other hand, is different from being alone and he hates that shit. He gets restless and mopey and he just wants his idiot siblings back because they're his anchor even if they also often drive him nuts. I think being in stasis for thirty years counts as being completely alone? He did not care for that shit at all, he would do anything to not have to face that again.

Ember: He tries to make himself very small when he's alone so that nobody notices him. Being alone scares him because he knows that he'll be decommissioned if the GAR ever finds out that he can't hear any more. Even after getting away from them, old habits die hard, and being alone means not being with his family, so he'd really just rather not. So when he is alone, like Tally, he's nervous (but he freezes up instead of pacing). He likes being alone with his husband there are many benefits to being married to a marine biologist because they're adorable and Cam will play with his hair and infodump about their mutual favourite animal, the cownose stingray. (bonus camber picrew from a few years ago when kmerolzzzz's was still around)

Star: Being completely alone makes him shut down. He's a Force-sensitive clone and the Kaminoans were hellbent on reproducing that so he often got pulled out of training for tests and experiments. Being alone, to him, means he's going to be a lab rat again and probably hurt somehow along the way. He prefers being alone with one or two others, also preferably clones. Namely Winter who's the oldest of the squad and also their father figure, they call him buir and everything. He naps a lot when he's alone with a friend, chronic fatigue and all. But when it's just him and his squad, he's also more open with his facial expressions and looks them in the eyes more (GAR Jedi tended to be uh, less than kind when seeing a Force sensitive clone with golden eyes, he doesn't look strangers in the eyes very often).

Silver and Sky: A package deal. If they're not together, the world is ending. They've been inseparable from the moment they were ‘born’ less than a minute apart and everyone calls them the twins, so while most clones have an answer of "never been completely alone due to millions of clones", they've barely ever been out of each others' sight for more than five minutes. Shelter cat bonded, through and through. They're always grinning in cahoots about something, love that for them <3 They stay silly, whether they're on their own, or with the rest of the squad. They're well aware that they're disposable weapons, but they're also twins, and as long as twins have each other, what could go wrong? They stick together even more closely when it's just them because it's all about protecting each other.

#don't look at my 'crossword answer bank' of tags down here it's fine don't worry about it #ghost squad #ct nox #ct tally #cl harlow #the aces #cs blue #ct ember #clone force m #ct star #ct silver #ct sky

[lilyevanstan1325]

🔥 Dangerous Game 🔥

Chapter 10

Amaya POV

I walk with the gun pointed in front of me.

The only light is the red emergency neon that giving the corridors a sinister air.

Here below the screams from the upper floors are barely audible.

Sharon walks beside me, the gun ready for use.

All around us only rubble and smoke.

“The prisons are one floor below.The elevators are all gone, we will have to go up the stairs hoping they have withstood the explosions” Sharon informs me.

Her information is short and concise.

Her sense of duty is greater than any other feeling at the moment.

If I had been in her place, I don't know if I could have been so professional.

Collaborating with the woman who not even 48 hours before stole your man requires a great deal of willpower.

"Great" I sigh.

We continue our descent, check every room to make sure they are all safe.

"And I thought you were just Fury's boring and faithful secretary"

I turn to Sharon lifting a corner of my lips.

She continues with her monologue.

"And instead you are a killer, one of the best.Isn't that true Agent Zero?" she asks me.

I check around the corner and see that the passage is free.

"I see you've done your homework Agent Carter"

"The enemy must be studied"

"I'm not the enemy Sharon"

She looks at me with a skeptical expression.

I roll my eyes.

I know it is not the most suitable time but I am sure that such an opportunity will never happen to me again.

I grab her by the arm and stop her, check the room on my right and once I'm sure it's safe I enter dragging her with me.

"Listen to me Sharon, I know this is not the time and maybe it never will be but I wanted to apologize to you" I tell her in one breath.

“I never meant to take James away from you.I was wrong I know but I want you to know that I tried…I really tried to stay away from him.I tried with all of myself”

Sharon continues to remain silent and I take the opportunity to tell her everything that is wearing out my soul.

“I know you will think that I am doing all this to wash my conscience but I assure you that it is not.I have always respected you as a woman.As an agent.I respect your family.Your family is the reason why today I am a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, your family have always been a role model for my parents and for me.I'm sorry.I'm sorry I hurt you in the worst way a woman could be hurt.I hate myself for it but...but I love James.I really love him more than anything else.And I know you still love him too…and I…I don't…”

I run a hand through my hair trying to collect my thoughts.

“I'm sorry Sharon.I know that with my apologies you will wipe your ass off”

I see her giggle a little but as soon as she becomes aware of her peat immediately serious, her hazel gaze hard and sharp.

“I'm not asking for your forgiveness because I know I don't deserve it but I'm asking you to forgive James.Even if you feel hurt and don't believe him, know that you are one of the most important people in his life.You have always been there for him.And even if he doesn't say it so as not to hurt me, I know that he is suffering a lot from the whole situation.God!If he knew what I'm telling you...but it doesn't matter!I am convinced that you must know.He is bad without you.Please, please talk to him”

Sharon's eyes moisten.

I continue undeterred, the minutes are numbered and I have to tell her everything I think.

“If I could go back I would change a lot of things…but I can't…” I sigh wearily

“I just want him to be happy and I feel like shit telling you but he wasn't happy with you.He was suffering.He suffered and no one noticed.You have never noticed"

The woman in front of me looks at me with an unreadable expression on her face, wipes her eyes with the back of her hand and heads for the door.

"We have to go" are the only words that come out of her lips.

I sigh in resignation and return to focus on the mission.

I tried.

I hope someday she and Bucky can clear up.

We leave the semi-destroyed room and set out again along the dark and dusty corridors.

An imperceptible noise draws my attention by putting all my senses on alert.

I reach out my arm in front of Sharon, stopping her path, she looks at me with a questioning look.

I signal her to be quiet and pointing to my ear, I suggest at her to listen carefully.

We remain motionless for about 20 seconds, carefully scrutinizing everything around us.

That noise again.

It sounds like a moan and seems to come from the room to our left.

I nod to Sharon and walk over to her.

"I go forward.Cover my shoulders.And whatever happens go away, don't wait for me” I whisper barely audibly.

She looks at me with a strange expression that I cannot decipher.

She nods and positions herself behind me.

Ironic.

I am trusting her to the point of putting my life in her hands when she would have every right to put a bullet in my head and leave my corpse in this rubble.

Once we approach the entrance to the room where the faint lament seems to come from, we exchange a glance, the first to enter is me.

The room is half destroyed, there is rubble everywhere and half of the ceiling has collapsed.

A little movement catches my attention.

A hand appears from under the rubble of the collapsed ceiling and that faint lament repeats itself.

“Sharon run!I need you!" I yell at the woman who stayed at the door to make sure no one came.

Sharon rushes to me on her knees like I just did.

I grab the hand that comes out of that debris and squeeze it.

My squeeze is reciprocated.

"Take courage we will free you immediately" I say trying to instill some courage in this poor unfortunate.

Let's start digging with our hands, as fast as we can.

In the meantime, I activate my earpiece and try to communicate with my team.

“Steve can you hear me?Sam?James?Can you hear me?"

No reply.

Just a buzz.

"We are too low, there is no coverage here.If I'm not mistaken we should be two floors below ground” Sharon tells me with shortness of breath as she continues to move large chunks of the ceiling.

"Damn!" I swear.

I manage to take off the biggest piece and two big dark eyes that I know so well are staring at me.

"Amaya" she whispers and soon after she starts coughing.

Sharon and I look into each other's eyes and get back to work faster than before.

“Hold on Maria.Hold on" I whisper with my heart beating madly.

Maria Hill is the first friend I've ever had.

She is the only person besides Fury who knows my true identity.

And what seemed to be a simple working relationship over the years has grown into a solid friendship.

We had talked on the phone a few hours earlier.

And now she was buried alive struggling to stay conscious.

“Maria stay with me, ok?Breath slowly.We're almost there, a little longer and you'll be free” I tell her looking into her eyes.

Her face is dirty and full of dust.

There is a cut on her forehead where her blood has already congealed.

"I'm fine Amaya.Don't worry”

Her upper body is free.

Now only a large sheet of metal blocks her legs.

"Can you move your legs Maria?" Sharon asks about her, running a hand over her forehead to wipe away the sweat.

“No, I can't but they hurt so I don't think I have any injuries.I'm just stuck”

When she replies, I let go of the breath I didn't know I was holding.

Sharon looks me in the eyes and points her instructions.

“I grab from this side and you stand in front of me.I will count to three and at my three we lift with all the strength we have”

I nod.

"Ok...one, two...three"

On three of her we both leverage our legs and try to lift the heavy metal.

A strangled sound due to the effort comes out of my throat.

The plate lifts about two inches."Maria tries to free you" Sharon murmurs, gritting her teeth with the effort.

Maria, helping herself with her arms, slips her from under the trap.

At the same time, Sharon and I let go of the metal plate that falls to the ground with a deafening noise.

I immediately rush to my friend.

"How are you?Do you think you have something broken?" I ask her.

Maria coughs again and tries to answer me.

"I think...I think..." but she stops because another coughing fit is shaking her.

I look at her in alarm.

When she calms down she tries to speak again.

"No, nothing broken but I'm hurt"

So she saying she lifts her jacket and beneath her a large red stain covers her once immaculate blouse.

I grab the garment and lift it, a fragment of glass protrudes from her side.

Ok, don't panic.

I have to think fast.

But Maria's voice interrupts my thoughts.

“What are you two doing down here?I mean you two together”

I roll my eyes.

She is always the same.

I don't answer her but Sharon does it for me.

“We have to find the Wakandian.Why were you here instead?" Carter asks as she looks carefully at Hill's wound.

“I went down with Rumlow and his men.I stopped at an office to sign documents, and at the first explosion I went back to help the agents go upstairs.

While I was inspecting the last room, the roof collapsed on me"

"You'll be fine Maria.We have faced worse.Do you remember Caracas?" I ask, lifting a corner of my lips.

“Oh Christ.We just survived that mission”

We laugh together.

Then I turn to Sharon.

"Take her upstairs.She needs medical attention immediately” I tell her.

"I'm not leaving you alone" she replies back, looking straight into my eyes.

“And I'm not going to let you kill one of my best friends.You take her upstairs.I have to get to the prisons.I will not be alone, surely there will be Rumlow and other agents under there”

I will not accept any reply to my words.

I stand up dragging Maria with me.

Sharon approaches the two of us and puts an arm around Maria's waist.

She entrusts it to her completely.

"Go" I order.

They both look at me worried.

“I can take care of myself.Go” I insist urgently.

The two women walk slowly and limping towards the door.

"Sharon?" I call her but then I freeze.

What the hell was I going to do?

Was I really going to tell her to relay a message to Bucky?

I bite the inside of my cheek and shake my head.

"Be careful" I just tell her.

She looks at me and her words take me completely off guard.

"Don't worry, I'll tell James you're okay and safe"

I look at her with disbelief.

Maria's eyes go back and forth between me and Sharon, her lips curved into a sly smile.

She seems amused by the whole situation.

"Thank you" I murmur about her turning my back and resuming my descent towards the prisons.

I begin to descend the last ladder that will take me to my final destination.

I hit something with my foot and at first I don't understand what it is...then thanks to the red emergency neon lights that flash non-stop I see that it is a corpse.

I observe the weapons he holds in his hands and the black uniform he wears.

He is a member of Rumlow's team.

And he has a bullet in his forehead.

I tighten my grip on my gun and remove the safety.

This is the proof that there are not just friends down there.

I continue slowly, all senses alert.

There is nothing left in my head.

No worries.

In this moment, I am the glacial Agent Zero again.

I continue up the stairs, meeting another dozen corpses on my way.

I arrive in a long corridor, mostly destroyed by the explosions.

I look around.

The cells on my sides are all empty.

On the long floor there are other corpses but this time I don't recognize them.

They wear camouflage and red balaclavas.

They are all dead.

My heart beats furiously in my ears.

Voices come from the last cell on the left.

I sneak up to it.

When I reach the bars of the last cell I barely reach out and what I see makes no sense.

Rumlow is sitting on the floor.

He is clearly wounded in the arm, a large makeshift bandage wraps the injured part.

Standing in front of him is Lucas.

Lucas Scott.

He has his hands turned upwards, as if he were giving up.

From here I can see the strong and firm profile of his jaw.

His blonde hair is covered in dust and blood.

He is more handsome than I remembered.

I watch him carefully and he seems unharmed.

I just need to look a few meters in front of him to see a man, in fact he is just a boy.

He has dark skin and long hair braided behind his neck.

And he's pointing a gun at Lucas.

I have to intervene.

I take two steps, just crawling my feet in order to attract the attention of the Wakandian.

As soon as his gaze lands on me he immediately points the gun at me.

“Don't shoot.Don't shoot.I'm not here to hurt you” I tell him showing him my hands and slowly, very slowly I put my weapon on the floor.

Lucas looks at me with wide eyes.

I approach Rumlow with my hands up.

I kneel beside him and grabbing his wrist I check his pulse.

I sigh of relief.

He is still alive.

His dark eyes slowly open.

"Snow" he croaks at me in a hoarse voice.

"Quiet Brock I'll get you out of here" I whisper.

Only now that I'm close can I see the big gash he has on his thigh.

A belt tightens it to try to slow down the bleeding.

When I'm about to get up he grabs me by the arm.

“I have lost all my men.Everyone…” his words die in his throat.

His red, bloodshot eyes fill with tears.

He may be a jerk but he has always been a good Captain and the loss of his men is always something devastating.

I squeeze his hand which is still resting on my arm.

"It's not your fault" I try to reassure him.

"Now stay down and hold on" I get up and go beside Lucas.

We exchange a quick glance, it's the first time we've seen each other since that night.

Let us turn our attention to the young man in front of us.

His eyes seem haunted, the gun continues to be aimed at us.

"Stay calm.We can help you” I tell him softly.

He laughs, a scary laugh.

He almost seems to be demon-possessed.

“But you already have.Bringing me here.Thanks to your stupidity you have led me where I needed it”

I turn to Lucas without understanding what the boy is saying.

The look of the blonde next to me is as confused as mine.

"What does it mean?" Lucas asks.

“It means that while you are wasting your time here with me other men have managed to get hold of the Vibranium that you had seized from us again.And if we are lucky enough we will also be able to kill T’Challa today"

His eyes light up as if he were a child on Christmas Eve, waiting for his much-desired gifts.

"You still have time" I tell him trying to instill confidence in my words.

“We can really help you.Don't you have a family?Someone waiting for your at home?If you collaborate with us we could make you hug your family again”

A sad smile makes room on the face of the young Wakandian.  "I had a family but you took it away from me"

"Us?" I ask disoriented.

“Lagos.My family was in Lagos to help our less fortunate brothers and the Avengers killed them.And what did our King do?Nothing!He was content with the Sokovia Accords.As if that were enough.As if the signatures of a couple of Avengers could ever be enough to erase the spilled blood”

The pain in his words is tangible.

“I can assure you I know what it's like to lose your family.I know how much it hurts and that seeking revenge seems like the best solution but it isn't!Believe me”

I feel Lucas eyes on me.

He knows what I'm talking about and he knows how hard it is for me to talk about it.

The Wakandian smiles in our direction.

“You will not win.Your world will fall apart as it should be.Only then will our revenge be accomplished” he raves about him and after sticking the barrel of the gun into his mouth he shoots himself.

"No!" I scream out loud.

But it's too late now.

The boy lies on the ground with his skull crushed.

"No!Fuck!" I exclaim angrily, running a hand through my hair.

Lucas approaches me.

“It's not your fault Amaya.You couldn't have stopped him.By now he had made the choice of him for some time” he whispers to me, touching my arm.

We remain for a few seconds to observe ourselves.

A whirlwind of emotions stir in my heart.

I would be lying if I said that I did not miss the man in front of me.

Talking to him was one of my favorite things, in the evening on the phone we wasted hours chatting.

With him I was always able to be myself, for better or for worse.

And he has always listened to me without ever judging me.

Instinctively I take a step closer and my arms are raised as if I wanted to hug him but suddenly a frightening noise takes us by surprise.

I crouch with my arms over my head, Lucas immediately lowers himself on me as if to shield me with his body.

We hear Rumlow cursing.

After a few moments we are hit by a cloud of dust.

We all cough convulsively.

I feel Lucas's arms tighten around my shoulders, his warm voice whispers in my ear "Are you okay Amaya?"

I nod my head against his chest, breathing in his sweet scent.

Honey and citrus fruits, sweat and blood.

When the last echo of the collapse dies out around us, we rise with caution.

Lucas moves away from me and without saying a word approaches Rumlow who, unable to move, was only able to crouch more against the wall and shield his head with his arms.

"Are you okay Brock?" he asks with concern.

"Never been better" Brock replies with his usual arrogant frown.

I roll my eyes.

Asshole.

When the dust in the air disperses, we can see the damage.

The ceiling in front of the cell door collapsed.

We're stuck in here.

Fantastic.

I try to contact my team.

I put a hand to my ear activating the earpiece.

“Guys can you hear me?We need help!Steve?Nat?We have a wounded man.Can you hear me?"

"They can't hear you from below" Rumlow murmurs in a faint voice.

"I know!" I sigh full of frustration starting to circle around the cell.

I feel the panic assault me.

Right now I regret not allowing James to follow me.

I need him now.

I sit cross-legged on the ground leaning my head against the wall.

With an involuntary gesture my hand tightens around his tags.

It's like they are my natural sedative, my lucky charm.

I smile silently with my eyes closed thinking about my panties that are currently in Bucky's pocket.

His lucky charm.

His madness is one of the reasons why I am madly in love with him.

I sigh, squeezing the tags even more tightly in my fingers.

I know how important they are to him, they remind him of who he was and who Sergeant Barnes is.

His meaningful gesture left me speechless.

When he slipped off his neck and gave me a sense of warmth he radiated into my heart.

"I'll come back to you, Sergeant" I murmur softly.

I feel a movement next to me, Lucas sat next to me.

He too leans his head against the wall and closes his eyes.

I look at his profile.

His face is covered in dust, a cut crosses his cheek and another across his forehead.

I touch one wound first and then the other with the tips of my fingers.

"Are you okay Lucas?"

His big blue eyes like the California sky open pointing to mine, he grabs my hand that's still on his face and squeezes it, bringing it to his lips.

"Yes I'm fine"

With a nod of the head I indicate Rumlow.

He has his eyes closed, his face ashen but his chest rises and falls.

Barely.

"And how is he?"

"He has lost a lot of blood" he replies worried.

"I hope they find us as soon as possible"

"They will.I'm sure they are already coming”

I try to reassure him.

My fingers tighten even more around James's tags.

It is now a gesture that I make unconsciously.

Lucas notices this and smiles.

He knows too.

Obviously he knows.

We continue to hold hands each lost in our thoughts.

His thumb continues to caress the back of my hand with small circular movements and I unwittingly relax.

This was one of the reasons I was attracted to him.

Every word or gesture from him calmed me easily.

I turn back to him, slipping my hand out of him, my gesture seems to hurt him but he says nothing.

“Lucas what happened before I arrived.I saw Rumlow's men and who were those men with the red balaclavas?"

I see him sigh.

“We have no idea.Rumlow and I were talking about the Wakandan prisoner when the first explosion occurred and we were surrounded by these men immediately after.There was a very heavy firefight.Brock has lost all of his men.It was horrible but we made it" he stops and his gaze becomes vacant as if he were reliving the horror he had just experienced.

“When you arrived I was trying to get the boy to give up”

Rumlow just moans without opening his eyes.

"I hope the Avengers find us quickly" Lucas murmurs.

I smile thinking of Bucky and Nat giving orders yelling at anyone to move.

"They will come.You can count on this”

Let's remain silent for a few minutes.

"So...it was Sergeant Barnes, huh?"

I lift my legs and hug my knees to my chest.

I know what he is asking me.

He's asking me if I turned him down months ago because of him.

"Yeah" I whisper.

"It was him"

I look down guilty but Lucas crystalline laugh makes me look up quickly at him.

“Everything is fine Amaya.You don't have to feel guilty”

I feel compelled to give him an explanation.

He deserves it.

“Before I joined the Avengers I had a one night stand with James.I never saw him again after that night.But then…then with my arrival in the team everything changed.I tried to let him go but couldn't.He didn't let me"

A corner of my lips lifts up thinking about how despite we tried with all our strength to stay away from each other, in the end our love won just the same.

But my smile dissipates as I think about how many people we have hurt.

“I'm sorry I hurt you Lucas.I should have been honest with you right away”

He watches me silently.

"Right person at the wrong time, remember?"

Lucas uses the words I used for him that night many months ago.

"I still think so, you know?" he says.

We smile at each other.

Lucas is about to tell me something but my attention is captured by something else.

A very faint hum approaches the cell where we got stuck.

I just need to look up and Red Wing is in front of me.

A smile spreads across my face as I turn to Lucas.

“They found us.Hold on Rumlow!" I say addressing the man on the floor who in response barely raises a hand as if to say "Hey I'm here, I'm holding on"

I speak to Sam's precious toy, hoping that he has some sort of audio system.

“Guys if you can hear me we got stuck in the Wakandan's cell.Rumlow is badly injured.Agent Scott and I are fine.But hurry up I don't know how long this place will hold up, half the ceiling has already collapsed and the other half is really unstable"

Red Wing makes a small swinging movement and flies away.

I tightly squeeze the bars of the cell between my fingers.

I raise my face to the crumbling ceiling.

I hope they hurry.

Bucky POV

"Buck there is no one anymore.Now let's let the bomb squad do their job”

Steve is next to me talking to me but I can't pay attention.

My eyes are glued to the spot where Amaya disappeared almost an hour ago.

“Pal I know what you're thinking…you can't go down there.There are unsafe points and the building could collapse"

I look at him with eyes full of desperation.

His hand tightens on my shoulder.

"It will all be fine.Amaya is strong and smart.I'm sure she's fine”

“Captain Rogers we need you” A soldier approaches Steve.

"Go ahead buddy" I tell him continuing to stare into space around me.

I feel him linger with his gaze on my face.

I turn to him with a smile on my face.

"I promise I won't bullshit"

Steve laughs and shakes his head walks away.

I think of Amaya.

What happened to her?

I clench my fists.

I knew I should have gone with her.

Someone approaches me.

“I'm sure she's fine.Do not be afraid”

Of all the people in the world I would never have imagined that she would come to console me.

I turn my face to Sharon.

I observe her delicate features.

Her concern is like a slap in the face.

Despite everything I've done to her, she's here to console me.

I feel like a monster.

"I'm sorry"

I know it sounds pathetic but it's the only thing I can tell her.

She immediately becomes serious.

I think she is about to yell at me a lot of insults and instead she apologizes.

"I'm sorry James"

I look at her open-mouthed unable to formulate any thoughts.

Why is she apologizing?

“Sharon, you have nothing to apologize for.I'm the one who did wrong”

“Not so James.I had understood it.I understood it and I ignored it.I thought that ignoring him the problem would disappear”

I keep looking at her without understanding her words.

“I realized you were unhappy with me James.But I was selfish.I wanted you all to myself”

I see her sigh.

“Instead of understanding why you were unhappy, I pressured you.I forced you to stay with me”

I interrupt her immediately.

“Sharon you didn't force anyone.I was a coward not to tell you about it.I didn't mean to disappoint you, you were one of the first people to believe in me.If today I am a happy man again it is thanks to you”

We smile at each other.

"Can you accept my apologies?" I ask fearfully.

She looks at me intently.

"Only if you accept mine" and so she says she holds out her hand to me.

I accept it and hold it tightly.

Then I draw her towards my body and hold her in a strong hug by wrapping my arms around her neck.

At first she does not reciprocate but then her arms close around my waist, squeezing strongly.

As soon as we part there is a moment of embarrassment and we both turn our gaze in front of us.

“You know I like her.She is strong.She can handle you”

Sharon talks about Amaya looking straight in front of her, her arms crossed in front of her chest.

"I know all too well" I giggle amused.

“She is strong.Stubborn.She is a pain in the ass but..."

"But you love her"

"Yeah...I love her"

I turn to Sharon.

"I'm sor..."

"Oh my God!" she interrupts me.

"I swear to God that if you're going to apologize again I'll kick your ass"

We burst out laughing together.

Meanwhile Natasha approaches us.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but there are news"

The former Russian spy's gaze sharpens.

"As long as you still care"

So saying she turns her back to me and goes away.

I roll my eyes and smile in the direction of Sharon who walks next to me.

I approach a small emergency station where a PC screen is on display.

It is broadcasting the images captured by Red Wing.

Behind the bars of a cell is my beautiful Amaya.

All my senses go on alert, from grainy images I try to understand if she is hurt.

"Can't this stupid thing convey more clearly?" I ask Sam.

"Hey don't insult Red Wing"

Amaya waves in front of the little drone, she looks like she's talking.

"Are the images live?" Steve asks to Sam.

“No, it's a recording from about a minute ago.I'm trying to recover the audio.Give me a minute”

Sam keeps typing letters over letters, numbers over numbers.

"Ok.Done!We have audio" exclaims Sam enthusiastically.

Just before starting the video again, a noise attracts our attention.

Iron Man descends from the sky joining us.

"What are you doing here Stark?" Steve asks surprised.

Tony takes off the helmet of his armor and stroking his goatee with one hand he answers us.

"As soon as I heard about the attack on the Triskelion I immediately flew"

While he speaks he looks around.

"Where the hell is Amaya?"

It is Sharon who answers him.

"She is in the building.We were about to watch this footage recorded by Sam's drone”

“It's called Red Wing” interrupts Sam.

She rolls her eyes in response.

Sam presses the play button and the video starts.

Amaya is seen behind the bars of a cell, behind her sitting on the floor there seem to be two other people.

Then I can finally hear her voice again.

“Guys if you can hear me we got stuck in the Wakandan's cell.Rumlow is badly injured.Agent Scott and I are fine.But hurry up I don't know how long this place will hold up, half the ceiling has already collapsed and the other half is really unstable"

Red Wing makes a small movement and flies away.

Agent Scott?Lucas Scott?

And Rumlow?

Great.

She is trapped together with two men who have a crush on her.

"I'm going" I say without thinking, turning my back on my friends.

“Woah dude!Hold your horses!The building is unsafe.Where do you think you're going?" Sam is talking.

“What do you want me to do, huh?Should I leave her there?Does not exist!I'm going” I repeat with conviction.

I'm not going to leave her there for a minute longer than necessary.

"Buck!" Steve calls me.

I know that he too wants to make me think but I don't care.

"Wait!I'm coming with you”

I'm surprised by his words.

"What?" Sam and Nat exclaim in unison.

Steve turns to his girlfriend.

“Listen baby.I know it could be dangerous but we can't wait for the bomb squad to secure the building.It might be too late”

I nod at his words.

Steve hit the spot exactly.

The longer we wait, the more we risk the worst.

"Count on me"

I turn to the man who spoke.

“Are you sure Tony?It could be dangerous"

"She is only a kid!She needs us now!”

I nod at his words.

Steve, Tony and I look into each other's eyes and with a nod of the head I tell him to follow me.

In front of the entrance we are blocked by some soldiers.

"Captain Rogers it could be dangerous" a man replies after listening to our intentions.

"Son are you wasting our time"

So saying Tony pushes the man aside and makes his way.

"So you want to follow me?" echoes Tony.

We walk inwards and begin to go down the stairs.

Arriving at the last flight of stairs, dozens of corpses are spilled all over the floor.

Men of S.H.I.E.L.D. and other men with covered faces.

As soon as we arrive in the long corridor lined with cells I call her name.

"Amaya?Amaya I'm here!"

“James!James babe!"

At the sound of her voice my heart quickens his beat and I rush towards her.

I climb over lifeless bodies and debris until I reach the cell where she is imprisoned with the others.

The exit is blocked by large pieces of ceiling, stones and sheets to obstruct the passage.

And here it is my little robin.

She is covered in dust.

Her little hands are wrapped around the cell's metal bars.

I rush towards her, grabbing her face in my hands.

“I'm here doll.I will get you out of here don't worry!”

I kiss her not giving a damn about everything and everyone.

Tony and Steve join me.

I reserve my attention to Agent Scott who is now approaching behind Amaya.

"Rumlow has lost too much blood" he informs me, turning his gaze to the man on the ground.

Rumlow is almost lifeless, we have to hurry.

Some rubble falls on our heads.

“Friday just checked the stability of this place.It will collapse shortly.We don't have time to clear the exit" Tony informs us trying to remain calm but without success.

I can feel the panic in his voice.

"Get away" I suggest to Amaya.

She takes a few steps back until she joins Agent Charming.

"What are your intentions, babe?" she asks suspiciously.

"You just stay back" I tell her again.

I grab two bars and shoot with all my strength.

I want to try to create a gap in the bars to get them out.

I pull so hard that my Vibranium arm creaks as if the components are about to come off.

But I do not care.

I keep shooting non-stop.

Steve stands by my side, he grabs the bar in my right hand.

"I pull this one, you keep pulling the other one in the opposite direction"

Tony approaches the cell grabbing Rumlow's arm.

"The pulse is weak we must hurry" he looks at us urgently.

“If I used my repulsors I could cut the bars in an instant” he suggests.

"But you would risk hitting a few pillars and everything would collapse instantly" says Steve with a tight voice from the effort.

"I know" Stark nods disconsolately.

The bars begin to bend.

"Come on man!Here we are...we are almost there” I gasp from the effort.

After a few moments the bars bend and we manage to enter the cell.

Amaya immediately throws herself into my arms pressing her lips to mine.

I hold her so tightly that I could suffocate her but I don't care.

And it doesn't seem to matter to her either.

Steve and Tony approach Rumlow grabbing him by the arms and lifting him off the floor.

Rumlow opens his eyes, they are glassy and bloodshot.

I don't think he realizes what's going on.

"We have to go, quick!" I urge my teammates to get moving.

We walk quickly towards the exit.

Lily follows me keeping her fingers tight around mine, she squeezes as if she is afraid of losing me.

I just turn to her.

"C'mon doll.We are almost there.Are you all right back there?" I ask.

“Yeah!It's all as beautiful as a walk in the park” mumbles Tony as he and Steve drag a half-knowing Rumlow.

Lucas closes the line.

Arriving in the lobby of the Triskelion we all breathe a sigh of relief.

A team of paramedics comes immediately to meet us, they grab Rumlow and after loading him on a stretcher they carry him away at the speed of light.

Natasha runs up to us, literally snatching Amaya from my hands.

"Are you okay sweetheart?" she asks her.

In her voice I can feel an excited tremble.

The two redheads in front of me really love each other, they are more like sisters than friends.

Kind of like me and Steve.

“Yeah bitch!I told you I'm hard to die" Amaya chuckles in response.

Typical of her.

Use sarcasm when she feels overwhelmed by emotions.

And Natasha knows this so she hugs her even tighter and whispers something in her ear.

A moment later Amaya is sobbing in her arms.

I just go over to leave her a kiss on the head.

“You are in good hands my beautiful robin.I'm going to talk to Steve and the others, you take all the time you need" I whisper close to her ear.

She nods without taking her face off Natasha's chest.

I walk away and look at her while Nat continues to whisper something to her ear and pets her hair.

I get closer to others.

Sam is asking Agent Scott something.

“It was a massacre.If it wasn't for Brock I don't know if I would still be alive” Lucas replies.

"Who updates me?" I ask without addressing anyone in particular.

“I'll give you the short version Barnes.We're in shit" Tony replies, then nodding his head to where Amaya is, he asks me "How's the kid?"

"She's a little shaken but she'll be fine" I reply.

Lucas steps in.

“She feels guilty about the death of the prisoner.She saw him shoot himself in the mouth.She believes she could have done more"

I look at him with a raised eyebrow but he doesn't let my gaze intimidate him.

"Problems Barnes?"

"Do you have problems Scott?"

"Look, you're not the only one who knows Amaya..."

I don't let him finish the sentence because I come dangerously close to him.

Our faces are inches apart.

“Choose your next words very carefully Agent Blondie because it's my girlfriend you're talking about”

Scott looks at me with a sly smile and I want to punch him.

Steve walks up to me putting his hand on my chest.

"Easy man" he warns me.

Tony, on the other hand, laughs amused.

"Gentlemen as much as your little theater tempts me at the moment we have bigger problems"

"We need to talk but we need a safe place" Steve murmurs thoughtfully.

"My home.A few miles from here is my apartment.It's a safe place”

Meanwhile, Amaya and Natasha join us.

Tony puts his arm around my girlfriend's shoulders and kisses her head.

"Are you okay kid?"

She nods giving him a sweet smile then her gaze, for a split second, rests on Lucas's.

It is a fleeting glance but full of some feeling that I cannot understand.

Does she still have feelings for him?

I shake my head trying to push these uncomfortable thoughts away.

Twenty minutes later we're all crammed into Sam's small kitchen.

Tony and Steve are one next to the cave, both are leaning against the kitchen counter.

Sam and Lucas are seated at the table while Amaya and Natasha are seated directly across from the two men.

I am standing with my back to the wall and my gaze fixed on Agent Scott.

His gaze falls too often on my little robin.

“To recap” murmurs Iron Man “It was all studied.But why did the prisoner want to come to America?That is, they could destroy the Triskelion and steal the Vibranium even without his presence"

"But his presence served to attract us and T’Challa.A great way to eliminate multiple targets at once” Amaya replies.

"This makes sense" replies Sam.

Steve sighs.

"They've failed at this but they've got all the vibranium again...and that's absolutely no good"

Steve is right.

They failed to kill us but recovered their booty.

“Not forgetting that they had time to plant the explosives.This means that the mole is someone very close to us.Someone who followed the plan step by step” reflect Sam aloud.

Shit.We are in shit.

“We will need all the video surveillance footage from the Triskelion.Tony, could you also send us all the images of the various security cameras around the area?Let's say within 500 meters?" Natasha asks.

Tony nods.

“Well” the redhead resumes looking at Amaya.

“You and I have a long job to do.Are you ready?"

“I was born ready”

The two women smile at each other.

“I'll investigate those men in the red balaclavas.As soon as I have news, I'll get in touch with you” Lucas speaks to Steve.

Great.

We now work in the same team.

"Perfect tomorrow we'll start digging into this whole thing and..." but Tony stop talking because his phone starts ringing.

He answers and after muttering some "ok" and some "good" he ends the call.

"It was Agent Carter.Maria Hill and Rumlow are fine.They are out of danger and will recover.T’Challa is safe, she is on a return flight to Wakanda" Tony updates us.

Amaya sighs in relief.

Then her gaze turns to Tony.

"Is your phone safe?" she asks him.

"Sure" Tony replies almost offended by such a question.

Amaya continues to stare at him.

"What?" Tony asks.

“I would need it”

Tony hands her his phone muttering “A please would be appreciated.These kids today are too rude"

Amaya rolls her eyes as she grabs the phone from Tony's hands, she leaves him a kiss on his cheek as she walks past him and she heads to another room.

Automatically I follow her but I freeze on the threshold of the door when I realize that I don't know if she wants me to know who she is calling.

I start to go back but her sweet voice calls me.

"James?You come in and close the door” she whispers.

I look around.

We are in a bedroom, the walls are covered with photos of two beautiful children.

I observe them rapt.

“They are Sam's grandchildren” Amaya explains to me as she hugs me from behind.

I turn to her and grabbing her hand I go to the bed and sit on top of it making her sit on my lap.

Amaya's hot and sensual lips rest on mine.

At first it is a light kiss, just a touch of lips but then it gradually becomes more and more understood.

My tongue invades her mouth as her arms close around my neck.

We only detach when it's time to catch our breath.

Her forehead rests on mine.

She then kisses the tip of my nose and while sitting in my arms she dials a number on the phone keypad and she holds it to her ear.

After a few moments a male voice answers her.

He's Fury.

Of course she called him.

They just exchange a couple of information and say goodbye quickly.

She snuggles up to my chest and sighs.

I kiss the top of her head and we remain in silence enjoying each other's presence.

"Sharon and I have clarified" I begin.

"I'm really happy babe"

I feel her smile on my chest.

"Why do I get the impression that it is your robin?"

"Me?I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about Sergeant”

We both laugh when a soft knock on the door catches our attention.

"I hope you two aren't having sex in my house" Sam exclaims as he opens the door.

Amaya laughs heartily and Sam enter in the room sitting next to us.

“Tony, Steve and Nat have left.Unfortunately the house is small and they went to sleep in the hotel which is a few blocks away.Agent Scott will sleep on the sofa.You two can stay here if you want”

“Will Mister Perfection really sleep here?Nice friend you are!" I interrupt what I thought was one of my best friends.

Traitor.

Host him as if he wasn't my enemy!

Amaya nudges me in the stomach so hard that my breath hisses out.

“Thanks Sam.Thanks Sam you idiot!” and so saying she gives me a second elbow in my stomach.

“Ouch…yeah…thanks Sam.You are a true friend” I whisper under my breath.

Sam laughs.

"C'mon dude!That man went through hell today, he saw a dozen colleagues die...I didn't feel like sending him away" he explains, turning a look at me in search of understanding.

Right now I would punch him in the face I swear.

“Thanks Sam, you were really kind to host him” Amaya thanks Sam all too kindly for his gesture.

Are she really that excited about spending the night under the same roof as Lucas?

Sam stands up leaving a kiss on my girlfriend's cheek.

"Don't worry Amaya, it's nothing.Goodnight.Night Buck”

“Goodnight” we reply at the same time.

Once we are left alone Amaya gets up and goes to the bathroom we have in the room.

"I need a shower" she tells me stretching her arms upwards making her back bones crack.

"Go ahead.I'll wait here" I reply irritably.

I'm still thinking about the idiot who will sleep on the sofa tonight.

I see her hesitating at the door.

"What?" I ask confused.

"I was thinking...I was thinking if you would like to enjoy me in the shower" she whispers sensually opening the zip of her leather suit sliding it down her shoulders.

She is left topless with only my tags idly falling on it.

She finishes taking it off, remaining only with a pair of plain black panties in front of my eyes.

She undoes her bun and keeps looking at me biting her lip.

"Didn't you say we weren't suitable for sex in confined spaces?" I tease her by quoting the same words as her.

"Maybe the shower here is bigger...but quiet if you don't feel like I can go over there and ask Lucas"

A growl of possession resounds in my chest and getting up like a fury I go towards her.

I grab her by the neck and kiss her almost nastily.

I bite her lips until I hurt her, until I feel the taste of blood on my tongue.

"Don’t mess with me doll" I whisper on her lips, kissing her again forcefully.

I tear off her panties making her jump and taking her in my arms I drag her with me into the shower.

I undress with dry and determined movements continuing to kiss her, our tongues continue to dance together sensually.

Amaya moans eagerly in my mouth as her hand tightens around my erection.

I remove her hands abruptly and grabbing both of her wrists I only whisper a word in her ear.

"Kneel"

She obeys me instantly.

"Yes sir"

Good girl.

I grab her hair and bend her head behind and then I bend down on her and spit in her mouth.

"Swallow my little whore"

She does it while continuing to look at me with adoring eyes.

God how much I love this woman.

I love her so much that I feel my heart hurt.

Her little hands claw my thighs and her face gets closer and closer to my dick.

After a few moments her lips wrap around my tip, teasing it with her tongue.

I throw my head behind, moaning silently, bringing my hands between her silky red hair.

I push a few locks away from her face to be able to observe her in all the magnificence of her while her sinful mouth takes care of me.

“Touch yourself for me my little robin” I urge her with shortness of breath.

She puts her hand on her sex and with her fingertips begins to tease her clit.

She purrs while she continues to please me with her mouth.

"Cum with me doll" I hiss as I push her head faster, my cock moves in and out mercilessly from her mouth.

I cum on her lips, on her breasts.

I open the water which immediately washes my semen away from her body.

She lifts and fastens her arms around my neck.

"I love you James"

"I love you too" I answer her by grabbing her thigh, bringing it to my side and with a single movement I enter her.

I start fucking her mercilessly.

She is mine.

And she will always be mine.

"You're only mine right?" I ask her in an angry voice, looking for confirmation.

"Yes sir" she gasps in my ear between one moan and another.

I grab her other leg and lift her up in my arms, her hands clutching strands of my wet hair.

I place my lips in the curve of her neck, kissing her softly.

"You are only mine right?You only love me right?"

This time in my voice there is no trace of the Dom that is in me, there is only desperation.

A pathetic desperation.

Amaya senses the change of course of my feelings and her sweet gaze lands on mine.

"I'll always be yours James"

"So the man over there...you don't feel anything for him, do you?" I lower my eyes, avoiding her gaze.

I also stop penetrating her.

I simply hold her in my arms while remaining firm inside her body.

"James?James please look at me”

I surrender to her sweet will by looking up at her.

Her hands caress my face with such a sweetness that my soul vibrates.

"You are the only man I want.You are the only one I want.I love you and thanks to your love I feel that I am coming back to life.You saved my life babe”

I hold her tight and start moving again.

But this time I do it slowly.

The urgency and the anger I felt before seem to have disappeared thanks to her words.

Now we are just a man and a woman who sweetly make love.

We cum together tightly in each other's arms.

“I love you Amaya.I love you more than anything in this world"

We get out of the shower and after drying ourselves we lie down on the bed.

Amaya snuggles into my arms, our legs are entwined.

Our breaths mix with each other in a last sweet kiss before abandoning us to sleep.

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Hi! Do you have HCs for older Yinu? I loved your take on her, as well as her future designs! Questions like: “Will she stay in NSR as an adult?” Or “What does she like doing other than playing the piano?” Thanks and Love Love Sayu Pyunnn to you!

I'm really glad you like my design! I need to make more life designs lol

As for headcanons, I would say that Yinu will probably stay with NSR until late teens to early adulthood, she is definitely not going to spend her whole life working under the same company.

I think the reason she would leave would probably because of Mama, whether it be because she has declining health or... dies. Either way, that would be a kick to Yinu to stop working and actually live, because I can see Yinu spending her whole childhood and teen years playing piano professionally so much that she just doesn't have a real life. No matter how hard Mama tries to make it so that Yinu can have a normal life, it will never be normal as long as she is a megastar.

Once she retires, or at least takes a few years away from NSR, I would think she starts exploring outside of piano. She probably has no real idea who she is or what she likes. She definitely likes plants, so she would travel a bit. A lot actually. She would go and visit all kinds of places, probably with Mama or by herself. Possibly she could go with a friend or partner if she has one later on.

During this time she would still be practicing piano, but not nearly as much as she was when she was a child. Maybe she picks up some other instruments. I can see her playing harp, which Mama would teach her, or violin, which Neon J could teach. She would definitely still be in touch with the other megastars too.

Yinu would find a love of adventure, a passion for cooking, and an eye for fashion. And honestly, I can see her also learning to fight, like karate or judo, kickboxing, something like that.

As she gets older she would start to slow down, maybe date maybe get married. Possibly stay single for a long while. I see Yinu as a lot more independent as she gets older, having had her mother basically around her and protecting her all the time would make Yinu a bit more cautious of getting in a relationship and fearing she would lose some of her independence. But she would still want to one day get married and be as happy as her parents were, but also scared of loving someone so much she might lose them like Mama lost Papa. It would be a big hurdle for her honestly.

Once she is no longer traveling, putting up small performances here and there, I could see her returning to professional piano playing. Probably in her mid 30s. She would have to learn what type of music is popular and how to make it, but I am sure she would be a hit whenever she comes back. If NSR is still around at that time she would be willing to join again, though there would definitely be a whole different set of megastars that she would have to get to know. The only one I can see still being there is Sayu, and even then that is a very low probability. Yinu would also be more willing to go fully solo in her career or join other music industries. Probably more willing to do that than to rejoin NSR if she can't get over the nostalgia.

No matter what, Yinu is going to have a long and fulfilling life. There will be hardships, and trying to figure out who she is later in life. But she will have fun overall and in the end she will retire to where Mama and Papa grew up and live the rest of her life there. Sometimes an ex-megastar will visit her, or she will visit them, or a fan will find her, but she enjoys her life and is happy in the end.

#nsr #no straight roads #nsr yinu #eritalks #asks #erithinks #noart #love talking about nsr #am glad people are asking about it again! #i have a lot of p/sychonauts asks #which i do enjoy #but i have such a hard time answering those #while nsr comes so easily to me #both are super fun tho! #:D

[mlobsters]

supernatural s10e3 soul survivor (w. brad buckner, eugenie ross-leming)

(i feel like eugenie and brad episodes have been on the better side of things generally? that's why i tag the writers in the post so i can theoretically go back and get a ~feel~ for how i felt in an organized fashion esp since i can't remember episodes names/numbers for shit)

priest blessing?? whatever the blood to de-demon dean also inexplicably has an accent

dean, i'm begging you, please bring your voice back up a smidge. also i really thought the demon arc was longer! probably because fic is fleshing out all that potential they left hanging

oh, jackles directed this one. he shoulda given himself notes that he's... coming across very forced in this little chat in the chair. :S

oh, sam. padalecki's been coming through on the worn down and emotional

DEAN Sam, I know you think you’re gonna try and fix me, but … did it ever occur to you that maybe I don’t want to be fixed? Just let me go live my life. I won’t bother you. What do you care? SAM What do I care? DEAN You think I’m just gonna sit here like Crowley? Getting all weepy while you shoot me up? Well, screw that. I don’t want this! SAM Yeah, I pretty much figured that out

dean's turn with the soulless(ish) desire to stay as such

speaking of forced, this weird romantic-ish tension they're trying to do with hannah and castiel is weird

margiekugel's got a neon sign and everything, fancy

wiki

Margiekugel is a beer from Wisconsin created for the show that is named after Production Designer Jerry Wanek's mom (see Leinenkugel).

okay so i thought the whole deal for the dude's wife/crowley wanting dean to do it was strange, well. okay, sam. but we know scruples go out the window when dean needs saving

cracked me up. lurking in the bushes yelling out a correction. also, jared, i can see your gum, dude -_-

i'm kinda seething along with sam because like yeah dean's trying and probably succeeding at getting under sam's skin but he's also saying stuff that isn't true and you know what a fucking uptight ass i am about things like that :p

DEAN Let me ask you this, Sammy: If this doesn’t work, we both know what you got to do to me, right? You got the stomach for that, Sam?!

or we could shaun of the dead the situation

LOL i was wondering if there was a throne. also, i paused twice because i thought the background hell-wailing in the show was one of my kids upstairs crying for me 🥴 almost a third time but i stopped myself

CROWLEY I was thinking of better days. DEMON Yes—your sabbatical. CROWLEY My what? DEMON Uh, we were worried, of course. Your misadventure with the older Winchester was quite the topic of speculation. Uh, if you’ll forgive my boldness… I could now be your wingman.

i'm just. having a hard time believing crowley was really that starry eyed over demon!dean? he's a permanent flirt but also very practical and not exactly sentimental. oh, is he still doing the human blood thing? i haven't really wrapped that into my little character model in my head for him :p

forced to have a semi-scenic stop and chat

this is so strange. he's not interested, she's making good points but then gets all grabby and close like she's gonna go in for a kiss or something

DEAN You notice I tried to get as far away from you as possible? Away from your whining, your complaining. I chose the King of Hell over you! Maybe I was just … tired of babysitting you. Or always having to yank your lame ass out of the fire since … forever. Or maybe … Maybe it was the fact that my mother would still be alive if it wasn’t for you. That your very existence sucked the life out of my life!

very effective at pushing every sore spot and insecurity. sadly didn't get much feeling out of me other than stress on sam's behalf. i fear they've broken some of my emotional attachment to the show somehow

DEAN You never had a brother! Just an excuse for not manning up. But guess what: I quit. SAM No. No, you don’t. You don’t get to quit. We don’t get to quit in this family! This family is all we have ever had!

only way to quit is to die. but even then it's probably not gonna work

self immolating demon, ok. that seems very specifically not demon like, in the slightest???

CASTIEL Just … I’ve been around humans for long enough to see how easily distractions occur. HANNAH “Distractions.” CASTIEL Emotions, feelings … They’re dangerous temptations.

and they're going to try to help save dean because... nothing to do with emotions or feelings on castiel's part? what. just because you're not interested, don't go blaming it on having ~distracting emotions~

is it time for hannah to die? is she gonna... reup castiel's grace?

sink

how old is that pie??? ew.

it's the mushy familiar music again, but this time... strings? so we've had piano twice (that i noticed), some horn-ish thing and now like.. cello?

i do appreciate that we have more pictures, with bobby and the boys as grownups together too. and it's sweet that they can just use s1 happy behind the scenes type pictures and make it sam and dean

oh, crowley can steal some grace so we don't have to have a moral crisis

mhmm

(mushy music came back briefly during the chat through the door before dean broke it down)

so i did know about the hammer via fic. jackles seemed to be having fun being on his little merry violent hunt. made think (the little i know) of his character in the boys

ok

CASTIEL Well… I see his point. You know, only humans can feel real joy, but … also such profound pain. This is easier.

(mushy music AGAIN [piano variation] at the end of dean and cas's conversation)

DEAN What did Sam say? Does he want a divorce?

very normal joke (??) to make about your brother, especially when you basically had a handfasting ceremony in a church along with the other 10 years of things like that. but we're the josie grossies for shipping it. uh huh

CASTIEL I’m sure Sam knows that whatever you said or what you did, it wasn’t really you. It certainly wasn’t all you. DEAN I tried to kill him, Cas. CASTIEL Dean. You two have been through so much. Look, you’re brothers. It’d take a lot more than trying to kill Sam with a hammer to make him want to walk away. DEAN You realize how screwed up our lives are that that even makes sense?

that "you're brothers" feels tacked on to make it seem less weird

DEAN I’m glad you’re here, man. CASTIEL Hey, maybe you should um … take some time before you get back to work. Allow yourself to heal. It’s, uh … I don’t know. The timing might be right. Heaven and Hell—they seem reasonably back in order. It’s quiet out there.

does that means it's time to trigger another apocalypse? surely need at least 3 running subplots as well. i have no idea actually, i avoid too plot specific stuff of the later seasons in fic these days so i'm not sure what's on deck

they could have milked demon!dean for more in a lot more fun ways (which i surely would have complained about, "don't tempt sam with demon blood 😭") for longer, remain surprised how quick they wrapped it up. they dragged out lying about stabbing jewel staite for HOW MANY EPISODES???? lol

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 10x03 #spn clip #spn musical score #spn bunker #demon dean #brad buckner #eugenie ross leming #spn mushy music #sam and dean mush

[princess-pill-enjoyer]

I didn't think I'd really need to come back here after everything. It's so stupid. My dad has given me my own weed and it is way stronger than the pills. So many different ways it affects me. But I've been mostly sober since the attempt that started all this. Ig partially out of respect.. I feel like it wouldn't be fair to my parents if I continue my junkie ways after they had to listen to me scream and yell about how I felt trapped and then when things open up, boom still doing it

I dunno if that makes sense tbh.. lemme know ik I suck at explaining things correctly.

Anyway I've been sober 99% of the time since. I kinda don't like smoking as much now. It made my teeth hurt and I hallucinate when I get high. It's nothing crazy no where near as vivid the dph hallucinations get ofc. Tho it still scares me so bad. It can range anywhere to a few small & constant noises that makes everything hard to hear unless I'm focusing to hallucinations that put me in a state of delusion. I get so scared about ts I can't move. 9 times out of 10 I get this weird feeling someone or something is there and if I make a sound they'll come up to me. Those are the worst feeling ones dude I know there's no reason for me to assume anything is there but I just stiff up and cry as quietly as I can until I can work up the courage to check if they're "still there"

I used to do that when I was coming down from benadryl actually. I'd be too forgetful to be scared of anything like that mid high but all hell broke once it was wearing off

It makes me so annoyed. It makes me wonder if that's something I'll just have to deal with from here on or should I just stay sober from here on and hope for the best. It all makes me miss the pills so fucking bad. I was taking those for so long and it just felt like I knew pretty much anyway they'd effect me atp. It was straightforward

Dph made my heartbeat harder -> also made my heart sore when I'm not on it

The pills dehydrated me -> annnd if I took it too far, I'd go acidic and jaundice (which im ngl happened way more often than I wanted to admit.. when I tried to od again in December I was quite literally neon!)

Taking so many at once making my stomach have to dissolve anywhere from four to high twenties worth of pills at a time -> which led my stomach to get irritated and eager to get that shit out and made various issues there

But now? What. I don't even have anyway to measure so it's just a thing of.. o guess it kicked in, ig I can't hear rn. Oop dang ig I got too high now I physically have to focus on not freaking out over something that is not fucking happening. Oh what ig these stupid fucking edibles make my head hurt instead of making me high. Fun!!

I'm so over this shit. Im trying so hard to stay away. I didn't like dph after a while. You can scroll back and see so many things I hated about it. And yet I think about it every single day. I miss it so much. I used to be able to take a few pills and then poof blank out for a little while. As long as I took care after the fact, I'd be mostly fine. But now I have to deal with the unpredictability of my own mind or whatever nonsense I have to feel when I smoke/eat edibles

R has been really bumpy for me too. I don't know why like.. I've really been happy about our friendship lately. I feel like seeing how fucked up I had to be to my parents to make them listen gave me a new appreciation for her. I haven't blown up at her in a while but omfg I've done it a lot throughout our time together. Tho, she's still here for me. Nothing really changed. And I love her for that. I'm really just a random person online fr. At any point she could just decide she's fed up with me and ghost. But she endured my nonsense and still pushed me to look at things different. I never know how to bring that up without sounding like it's a romantic thing

Which has been eating at me so bad as of late. I don't know what th I feel towards her. If im still in love I wouldn't be shocked but it feels different from how I felt before the whole blowup a lil bit after she broke up with her ex. She's my safe space but she is also kinda fucked up to me sometimes. But I really can't help myself. I still worry about her all the time, I genuinely try to know everything and anything going on with her wherever possible, and I let so much go unspoken not blowing up and trying to keep her perspective in mind where I can.. I want her to not have to worry sm I hate that my presence has become a double edged sword. I love her so much it's become overbearing and hard to hide. I know it makes her feel pressure to hide stuff to keep up appearances/impressions. Shit sucks. It makes me feel like I'm in a parent's position atp..

Tho all that being said I feel like she still interprets my actions as some elaborate way to make her like me. Or me tryna be nice so that she falls in love with me. Some shit. And ik that sounds so paranoid and baseless but its been a pattern atp.

Everytime I get cheery and tryna treat her like ya know, my best friend, its like she takes that shit diff and mentions her ex as a way to tell me to back off. And I don't get it. Like no dummy I'm not excitedly talking about shit to lure you in YOU ARE MY FRIEND. MY CLOSESTTT. I know that she won't judge me for me and since she knows me so well, I rarely have to give too much of a backstory to talk about anything. It's nice. And I guess I abuse that privilege a lot. Maybe I should be better about not running to her about everything. But then like me being concerned and interested about what she's up to makes her do it as well. She briefly got with someone else (they've already broken up she ain't getting a codename 🥴) and I noticed her using her for that purpose too for a bit. Well. Before she got annoyed with her existence lolol

But yeah anyway like.. has that pattern already been there and I haven't noticed? Am I overthinking this action too hard and twisting it? It's frustrating me so bad cause I don't get why she interprets it like that. Am I just so oblivious I don't see how obviously in love I am and she's tryna push me out of that...? Or is she being self destructive and can't view my love as anything but manipulation.

Confessing to her has become one of my biggest regrets. It changed so much I hate myself for believing I was in lala land. Stupid fucking girl. All I could see was how much I liked talking wth her and it just slipped out. I didn't realize just how many fucking consequences it'd bring after the fact. I feel like im constantly dancing around shit. I wish I never said anything. Im so tired of having to study my every action to make sure I don't seem too eager to speak. I forget it happened some days but it feels like that's all she sees me as. I don't understand what to do atp. I don't want to lose her, we are completely ride or die aside from this. But my GOD I CANT TAKE IT. I feel like it's become such a giant elephant and it's going to rift everything once it's brought up. I don't want to piss her off and lose her for good

Between her and my ex.. I lowkey think I'm done with the whole romance thing this feeling is the absolute worst. Any time I express that myself in that way I come out of it feeling so stupid. It stings so much worse this time around. Least with my ex even though the shit only lasted a few months IT HAPPENED. I feel crazy feeling this exact same stupid feeling with someone I haven't even dated before. And for me to feel WORSE.. HOW?? I've avoided dating specifically so I wouldn't feel this way and then I stumbled and did the shit AGAIN! Let myself fall into even deeper feelings with someone that didn't even like me. Again. And I'm stinging worse than I ever was before. Crazy. I hope I never like anyone again.

I've been feeling blank as of late. Even with my family life improving and my health improving I still feel empty. The same I did before. It feels like now I'm performing a different role, but still feel the same. It felt so good to have everything in the open and finally dropping dph for good (probably) originally. But I really feel no better now that the dust has settled. Everything just shifted some

I try to be more open and honest about myself and what I feel but the central issues I don't know how to express. It feels unfair to air that shit out to R, my family or any of my friends since I know I won't believe them. It's so easy to say the right thing. So easy to assure me you love me. You care. But do you mean it? Or are you saying it because that's what you're "expected" to say and do? I dont trust a word out any of their mouths when it comes to shit like that. Looking at their unconscious actions and how and what they say feels like the most honest view of their thoughts. And a whole lot of that made me feel the way I feel. What's words going to fix when I can physically SEEE AND HEAR all the shit proving otherwise replaying in my head? Why listen to you try to cover your own ass when the evidence is already there? We both see the cards on the table. There's no point trying to sway me into looking at them different.

But I feel bad not being able to shake that sense. I know part of my thinking is irrational. It's fucked up I can't listen and change my view. It's like theyre speaking to a brick wall. It's almost like they can never fuck up since I can't let ts go once I've noticed it. I try to keep myself together because of that. I hate the grandiose acting I have to do to get through the day

I won't lie. I really sit there and wish I would've died that day. It's like ever since that last time ever since I got all my ducks in a row and decided I'm okay with no taking part in life, it suddenly made everything feel tedioussss. It gets on my nerves so bad I've been so angry. I wish I would've just kept my mouth shut and let things finally crumble down on its own so I could be left to pop pills til I either got it right and ended myself or guzzle em until I fucked myself up so bad I'd die without my intervention 💀💀

None of this seems to be worth it and I'm kinda over it. I made my decision. It fucking sucks that I'm still being forced along this stupid junk when I already decided it was all worthless. I wish I could hide away and just stop participating in society. Never talk again. Never play another game. Never spend a single cent. Just total isolation. I wish all the games I play were single player so no one would think to chat with me while we're playing. I wish the world was filled with robots so that I could go in and out of a store without thinking bout if the employees are thinking I'm stealing or wondering if anyone thinks I look as cool as I think I look

I wish it were just a lil bubble just for me. Go into a store, grab what I want, walk out. Dress up anywhere and take 10000 pictures that no one'll see. But idc cause i look so prettyyy and I like seeing myself in all my cute lil outfits. Eat what I want and how weirdly I want without people looking at me crazy. I swear it's all doable but it all feels like I'd have to completely ignore the outside world for me to be happy. Even shit like having to say good morning to my parents or thank you to someone holding the door open for me pisses me off. When I'm not in the mood for speaking, I aint in the mood for any and all speaking no matter how small. And lately uh it's been all I feeling

I don't know why I don't feel the motivation to try to kill myself again. Ig I don't even care enough to atp. I've been so over it now. I've been feeling kinda apathetic to everything to a degree. Not that it hasn't been nice to have clarity on everything. But I don't care to fix any of it anymore. I was done that day i tried to kill myself you know? Being here still didn't really change anything in my perspective. If I had a button right in front of me that'd instantly end me 100% guaranteed I'd put on a nice lil outfit then push that shit with a swiftness

I'd be shocked if don't end up relapsing atp. I'm tired of thinking

#dph addiction #dph #benadryl #diphenhydramine #vent #excessively long

[timextoxhajima]

Nevertheless: Wishful Thinking [1]

[completed] [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

synopsis: why would the college flirt want anything to do with the innocent heartbreaker? a [somewhat] nevertheless au featuring tbz's eric son young jae

genre [per chapter]: suggestive material, mentions of alcohol, SMUT *this series is a smut series so* please don't read if you're uncomfy. if you're underaged and you still wanna read, i'm not stopping you. i don't care because that's your responsibility to know what's fiction and what's not.

word count: 2.8k, half of which is probably filth

taglist: @from-xero

{this is a work of fiction}

"i'm sorry, i just... i just don't see you that way."

the boy tries his hardest not to choke (or sob) as he lowers his head, the bouquet of flowers in his hands crinkling when he brings it down to his side.

he huffs, using his tongue to poke the inner sides of his cheeks as his grimace pulls out into a smirk.

you look at him with utmost guilt, fingers awkwardly intertwined with one another as you scan the distraught on his face.

"so..." he slowly nods, looking up from the floor. "not even the most popular person on campus can win you over, huh?"

the label strikes a chord in you.

honestly, you were just waiting for him to say those words. you hadn't expected the campus star boy to confess to you tonight, much less at his own graduation party.

he was two years your senior and frankly way out of your league - leaving you with absolutely no clue how he came about to develop feelings for you.

you had wondered if he was merely capitalising on your growing reputation as the 'innocent heartbreaker'.

the pretty, new, freshman who just couldn't seem to stop heads from turning.

one of those heads was his.

wooseok scoffs, obviously unhappy and dissatisfied with your response.

how dare the pretty freshman reject the hottest boy on campus?

"okay," wooseok nods, still holding out the flowers to you. "at least take the flowers, would you?"

grimly picking the golden-wrapped roses from him, you scan his eyes, glossed with a layer of tears as his nose sours.

"wooseok-"

"no, don't," he interrupts you, sucking in a deep breath as he puffs out his chest. the yelling from outside his bedroom door calls the both of your attention.

"the party's still going on until morning, are you staying?"

with a light shake of your head, you hug the flowers close to your chest. your heart slows down, calming from the fact that he had brought you in here just to confess and not something else you were afraid of.

the guilt sinks in when you realise you didn't trust wooseok all that much.

"okay, well..." he clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. the silver shine off the school's logo on the varsity jacket glimmers under the room's ceiling light. "at least stay until we finish the first bottle of vodka? we have games later."

"oh, wooseok, i can't-"

"come on," he reaches forward and grabs your hands, his hands hot and warm. probably from the adrenaline he had to give himself to make this feat. "the first bottle."

you look up from his fingers and at his face, his fringe covering his eyes and casting sharp-angled shadows all over his lids.

your lips part, but before you can even utter a sound, he hops right in and exclaims with a grin on his face. "great! i'll see you around and come find me when you're leaving, okay?"

the smile lines extend from the sides of his nose and down to his lips, the shadow lines on his cheeks shifting as he turns on his heels, hands sliding off yours.

"i'll-" he points to his door, already reaching for the handle. "yeah. bye."

wooseok pulls the door open for him to exit, and right before he can shut the door behind him, his eyes come between the gap to take one last look at you.

the door clicks shut after he moves off first, and you're left with the roses in your arms, standing in the middle of his room, having just rejected the most sought-after bachelor in the school.

looking down at the roses once more, your finger-pads rub against the velvet petals, heart aching for him.

the neon lights in his room were casting a bright blue hue all over the walls and the carpeted ground, trophies for baseball and customised bats decorating almost every corner.

you turn to his bed, thinking of leaving the flowers on the cushion and leaving quietly through his window.

but your train of thought violently snapped into two when the party outside yells, followed by the loud thunking of the bass throughout the house.

the flowers are a reminder of how shit of a person you are.

you didn't ask to be a heartbreaker.

people tend to think you find joy in rejecting the brave ones who get their feelings across but you don't. not at all.

carefully laying the bouquet of flowers back onto his bed, you pull the door of his room open and step out into the hallway, the music blasting like everyone was deaf and hard of hearing.

the crowd in the living room comes into view when you start walking down the stairs - everybody jumping on beat to the likes of superbass and people yelling the all-time classic rap.

your knuckles whiten from gripping onto the wooden railings, unable to return yourself to the party when you've done broken the heart of the host himself.

so you turn on your heels, deciding to return to his room and crawl out through his window - only to be met by someone else.

"party's downstairs."

if you were the innocent heartbreaker...

then eric son was the vicious one - the male, sluttier equivalent of you.

"oh, well... party's not for me," you offer a tiny smile, slightly embarrassed to be caught making a u-turn.

eric tilts his head to the side, holding out an arm and resting it on the wooden railings. you lower your head, taking a step to your left in a bid to walk past him.

but you're stopped yet again by his arm reaching out, palm pressing flat into the concrete as he looks down at you.

you don't realise your fists are clenched (and sweating) until you rub them onto your dress.

"look, eric- i- i had a bad day and i just-"

"so walk out the front door," he raises a single brow, taking a step down and removing his hand off the wooden railing.

your feet fumble around each other in a bid not to topple down the stairs. turning to face you, he forces you to step back to maintain the safe distance between you.

"i don't want to make a scene-" the bad habit of picking your nails returns when your back hits the wall, and eric's standing an uncomfortable distance from you now.

"oh," he lifts his free hand and mirrors the other, keeping your neck between his forearms. but you are the scene. you can't just... leave."

a flustered chuckle runs through your throat as you lean your head back against the wall. "i don't have the time for this."

"make time for me," eric cocks his head to the side and glances down near the bottom of your face. "you can tell me about your bad day."

"i think i'll be fine on my own, thank you," carefully squatting and trying to shrink out from the wall-eric sandwich, your brows furrow as you shift.

but eric son buckles his arm and halves the distance he has between your faces, the sudden surge forcing you back upright.

now his breath is hot on your jaw and you turn away from him, lips pursed into a thin, tight line.

"the 'innocent heartbreaker'," he gently hums, fingers reaching up to play with the curled locks fallen around your upper arms. the fleeting brushes of his skin across yours draw out chills, and a harsh inhale twitches your facial expressions to his liking. "i can see why boys would fall for this."

with your eyes still glued to the party downstairs, you part your lips, wanting to explain yourself.

then eric, with the weight of feathers, reaches up to your chin and tilts it towards him.

his lips are parted as he slides his tongue across his teeth. he sighs softly, eyes travelling from yours to your lips and back up.

by now, you can feel his breath on your philtrum.

"you're pretty," he whispers, almost against your lips.

and your stomach plummets when he pulls away completely, the cool air rushing in to replace the bodily heat.

without breaking eye contact, even for a single second, eric pushes himself off the wall. lips drawn out into a wide smile, he adjusts his jacket and runs his hand through his hair.

"but not that pretty."

you don't realise your heart's racing until you feel your chest heaving, unknowingly panting from the unruly interaction the vicious heartbreaker has just provided you.

the world finally seeps back into view and into complete perfect audio, the music finally rumbling through you again when your eyes trail after eric, walking into the crowd jumping in the living room.

the taste of iron seeps out from the inside of your lips, and you dart your tongue across the mark that your teeth have left on your flesh.

clearing your throat and shaking the thought of eric out of your head, you turn back up the steps and head back into wooseok's bedroom.

the blue hues of the room start to sink into your consciousness again, the yellow shade of the bouquet wrap looking more like green under the lighting.

you take a moment to fester - over wooseok, over your reputation, over eric.

college just started and here you were, feeling guilty over something that wasn't even your fault.

the final decision comes to rest on your fingers in the form of pulling wooseok's window open, carefully lifting your feet and crawling under the glass.

now, troublemaker was playing, muffled but definitely loud enough to be heard at least 3 houses down the road. you climb onto the roof of his garage, eyes scanning to cars parked outside and along the road.

you stride to the side where you know wooseok had a wooden plating attached to one of the walls, fake vines intertwined between the planks.

it's a relief when your feet meet the concrete ground, and nobody was in sight - until you back up into someone's chest and you turn to find eric, again.

"what in the world-"

he cuts you off by grabbing your waist, slotting his lips between yours and holding your chin to align your faces.

you were nearly bought into it, but the consciousness seeps back into you and you rip your face off his, palms one his chest with his hands still on your waist.

"what do you think you're doing?"

"i could ask you the same thing."

"you already know I'm leaving."

"you can't leave just yet."

"why the hell not?"

"because I'm not done with you."

with a low huff, he hoists you up onto his hips, lips crashing onto yours as he walks you backwards, your shoulder blades hitting the wall where you had climbed down from.

there's a gentle rattle when he keeps you up against the wooden planks, his palms riding the skirt of your dress up and over your hips.

his fingers slide under the material of your underwear hugging your pelvis, hot skin gripping onto the flesh of your rear.

then you hear a tear amongst the mess he's making on your lips, and the material of your underwear loosens.

"what the-"

"shh," he smirks, now turning his head into your neck to nip on your jaw. your chest heaves from the sensitivity, the fluttering sensation of his lips on your neck drilling chills all through you. "make a sound and everyone will know you couldn't say no to me."

conscience returns to you for a split second.

"eric- we can't-"

before you can finish your sentence, eric drags the thin material out from under you and dangles it before you, his eyes clouded and dark.

the darkened patch of material on your underwear washes your face in pink and heat.

"you were saying?"

your stomach plummets, and you now register the coolness on your core. eric smiles, rolling up the material to shove it into his pocket.

"eric-" your fingers dig into his left forearm as they return to the wall by your head, his right carefully undoing his belt.

the clink of the metal followed by the zipper coming undone forms a knot in your stomach already, then his fingers coming to spread your neediness all over you forces a sharp whimper up your lungs.

"I've done nothing..." he shakes his head, sliding a single finger up and down your core. "and you are so wet."

he lifts his finger from under your skirt, his fingers glistening under the sharp, fluorescent lighting.

your hooded lids are just about tearing with the overwhelming ache that's throbbing through you, and he makes it worse by running his tongue all over his finger.

eric's pride swells when a whine escapes your throat, and he presses himself into you, chest against yours with his hands digging into your thighs. your arms circle around his shoulders, pulling him closer for a deep, slow kiss.

he prods against you, the throbbing ache spiking when his manhood rubs against your core. groaning into the kiss, your entire being squirms between him and the wall with the muffled music still blasting from the living room.

he doesn't bother to wait for you before he finds his manhood and aligns it with your entrance, gently prodding before sliding himself in like it was meant to be.

he buries himself inside you by holding your thighs around his hips even tighter, drawing a low and prolonged moan from your lips.

eric pulls away, pressing his forehead into yours to let you breathe. but he finds some kind of sadistic pleasure when he pulls his hips away, only to slam right back in, earning a sharp yelp from you.

"go any louder, princess, and i won't be the only one enjoying this."

he grins to himself, licking his lips before diving into your neck and picking at all the right spots. every kiss and nibble earned him a moan or a mewl and it ruins your pride over and over to know that you had just broken someone's heart tonight.

yet you were outside that someone's house, letting eric rail you like he owned you.

your fingers claw and grip at his shirt as you feel your back jerk and rock against the wooden plank. with every thrust he offers you, he sounds like he's laughing and panting at the same time, the hot breath on your neck making you writhe in a guilty pleasure.

he offers a few slower thrusts before grabbing your chin to look at him, eyes slightly fucked out and your thighs tired from keeping your body locked to his.

slowly pulling out and sliding back in, he takes the time to revel in the way your brows furrow and your lips fall apart, your curled hair now a mess around your chest and shoulders.

"that's it, princess," he leans into your ear and coos. "tell me how good that feels."

unable to form a coherent word in your head, you whine in response, pulling his face to yours and planting your lips onto his with every ounce of energy left in you.

his hands fumble under your skirt and find your sensitivity, pressing his thumb flat onto you. the pressure jerks you upwards and he takes the opportunity to reposition himself, changing the angle ever so slightly.

by some miracle, the tip of him buried inside you finds the magic spot, and when he picks up his pace, the knot starts to find you in eternal bliss.

eric pulls away again, huffing as he thrusts himself into you, fingers flicking and abusing you as if your legs weren't already shaking and convulsing around his hips.

"good girl," his breath is heavy on your jaw as he plants a few wet kisses there, his pants bringing you to some newer heights. your vision starts to fade into white with a few more thrusts and his fingers dig into your thighs when your lower body starts to spasm.

muscles flexing, your entire body squirms and trembles as you meet your high.

then eric hurriedly pulls out, the hot fluid dribbling all over the ground under you.

while you come down from your high, eric's strained grunts rumble through his torso under your arms. the vein that popped out on his neck was still there, and your senses only allow enough for you to focus on eric now.

he bites on his bottom lip and pushes his hair back with a deep inhale. he turns to you, eyes wide open and clear.

"not such an innocent princess now, are you?"

#nevertheless: wishful thinking #the boyz smut #the boyz scenarios #the boyz imagines #eric smut #eric scenarios #eric imagines #tbz smut #tbz scenarios #tbz imagines #eric sohn scenarios #eric sohn smut #eric sohn imagines #eric x reader smut #eric x reader #tbz x reader #the boyz x reader

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

perfect now - a close reading

only pure and true love for this one. it’s soft and sweet because the one he wrote it for is and needs cheesy uncool romcom soundtrack-worthy affirmations and it’s the most wonderful thing oh my the flurries 

some album booklet art for your viewing pleasure

((just a warning for below: while the lyric analysis was kept fairly neutral and close to the words and their meaning, more and more parallels did ensure me larrying out by the time the analysis kicked off so if you’re not into that, you can skip this one!))

⟼ check out @bluewinnerangel​ ‘s magnificent post with all the parallels to 1d/h&l bc it’s exhaustive and was a source for mine <3 thank you again for your service <3 bc this song really is a fanpiece of every song that has been important to them throughout their career so far, whether they wrote it or not, and it’s honestly kinda impressive

SUMMARY

you’re sad and i love you so much i will do anything to make that undone but while you’re sad know that i sill very much love you and you’re also strong enough to conquer all of this on your own but i’ll be by your side anyway

lyric breakdown ft. the many parallels, incl. little things, through the dark and wmyb

what this says about louis, his partner and the relationship he is in

never gonna dance again frenzy

identity 

louis is a marvellous majestic sonofabitch basically <3

walls, track 10

～ little things “you still have to squeeze into your jeans, but you’re perfect to me”

You don’t feel pretty and it’s hard to miss

You don’t feel pretty and it’s hard to miss

later lyric: “like a neon sign” - i see through you trying to hide away your insecurities

I wish that you could see my point of view As someone staring back at you

“you” is also staring at him, but perhaps is too insecure to realise how mutual the adoration is

i wish i could get you out of your own negative spiral and give you a look at yourself from my perspective

～ wmyb “everyone else in the room can see it, everyone else but you” 

～ wmyb “right now i’m looking at you and i can’t believe you don’t know you’re beautiful”

～ little things “you never love yourself half as much as I love you, and you’ll never treat yourself right darling but I want you to. If I let you know, I’m here for you, maybe you’ll love yourself like I love you”

On Friday night when we’re all out I turn to you and you’re looking down And you don’t wanna dance I know you love to dance You never stop given half the chance

heavy echoes of kmm again, but the opposite: the “nightmare on the dance floor” doesn’t want to dance

when “you” is confident rlly not being subtle with who i think that is, they love to dance <-> tpwk “feeling good in my skin, i just keep on dancing”

“i know you love to dance” = i know what you love bc i love you

“given half the chance” 

～ tpwk “giving/given second chances”

given a chance tattoo, making another appearance (see below for more tattoo meltdowns)

Just keep your head up, love, keep your head up

term of endearment <3 

～ dlibyh

this album is full of encouragement to keep going and as much as it gives me life it ruins me 

Don’t hide away, don’t ever change

“be happy, proud”

～ “just hold on”

“pick someone who’s supportive”

Keep your head up, love, keep your head up Don’t look away, don’t look away

don’t look away from me

～ through the dark “and I can see your head is held in shame”

Cause everybody’s looking at you now, my, oh my

they have the stage to themselves / new career paths they’re doing on their own

could also mean ppl they’re going out with are looking at them, which “you” interprets as sth negative, which makes them self-conscious, while they’re actually admiring them bc they steal the scene

～ wmyb “you’re turning heads when you walk through the door”

I guess some queens don’t need a crown And I know why Even when your tears are falling down Still, somehow, you’re perfect now

“you” is royalty to louis, to put it simply 

they don’t need something on their head to make it known to everyone else - they’re a queen and everyone knows it

gendered: female - also used in drag contexts - the only time L has used any gendered word to identify his partner on the entire album (more on this below)

～ steal my girl "she's been my queen since we were sixteen" can't believe i forgot this one thank you @mortalenemiestolovers for reminding me!!!

～ falling

～ through the dark “you tell me that your tears are here to stay”

You never do, but if you asked me to I’ll tell the truth lying next to you

“you” never asks for affirmations directly, but by saying shit like their pants are too tight make it clear enough to L that they do need to hear once in a while that it’s not true

Cause you’re the only one when it’s said and done You make me feel like being someone 

Good to you even at your worst

～ always you

i love you so much you are a force of life to me, and even when you hate me i want more

～ drag me down “If I didn’t have you there would be nothing left, the shell of a man who could never be his best. If I didn’t have you, I’d never see the sun. You taught me how to be someone” (sung by louis first, harry second) 

～ through the dark “even if you scream and shout, it’ll come back to you and I’ll be here for you

You steal the scene and it’s unrehearsed

reference to working on a stage - their natural presence wins everyone over - that charisma is never manufactured

Don’t you wanna dance? Just a little dance I’ll never stop given half the chance

L keeps encouraging them, will also not pass by any chance to dance with them

Every insecurity, like a neon sign, as bright as day If you knew what you were to me You would never try to hide away

“it’s hard to miss”

L sees through them trying to hide their insecurities, pretend to be strong

～ through the dark “but I know you were only hiding”

SYNTHESIS

Perfect Now is not a fan favorite and I am so not here for that discourse, so please do not pester me with negativity about this chocolate drop of a song. 

As others have pointed out, the parallels with other songs written by Louis, Harry or for One Direction are extremely present. Especially Little Things is echoed loudly, but there’s so much more to be read, as you’ve seen. These are songs that are clearly near and dear to Louis, bc he wrote them or bc performing them was special, like with Little Things and What Makes You Beautiful. A lot of the same emotions come back in Louis’s writing, so much so that you can’t help but see the larger story behind it all. Throughout Walls you can hear him singing about not giving up and holding your head high despite hardships, and if you look back at his earlier writing, it’s always been there. Through the Dark is an early and striking example of this style of Louis song: you’re sad and i love you so much i will do anything to make that undone but while you’re sad know that i sill very much love you and you’re also strong enough to conquer all of this on your own but i’ll be by your side anyway 

basically through the dark’s chorus:

Oh, I will carry you over Fire and water for your love And I will hold you closer Hope your heart is strong enough When the night is coming down on you We will find a way Through the dark

It is very clear that Louis is faced with a partner - I can freely say it’s Harry now right? are the antis gone by now? i think so - that struggles with his body, with his identity, with how he wants to present himself vs how opinions on that might push him down and dampen his spirit. Louis, always the supportive boyfriend, then tries his best to make him see the light, while keeping that space for his sadness, his struggles, or their joint struggles. Accept the sadness but don’t lose your heart to it.

I’ve linked @bluewinnerangel​ ‘s post at the start of this post, but I need to stress how good it is once more as I also shamelessly insert a screenshot from it here bc it makes me feel a lot and summarizes perfectly just how deeply Perfect Now is woven into the history of their lives, relationship and especially “you”s/Harry’s personal struggle with their identity/body/confidence...

Because yes, i absolutely think these tattoos are being echoed in the song. “Never gonna dance again” as a lyric and then as a tattoo on Harry’s legs like shackles around his ankles represents the sensation of shame, of being stuck, bc of your desires, bc of your sexuality. Obviously we can never know why Harry got the tattoo, as in what experience pushed him to choose those lyrics or what exactly he recognizes in himself, but it’s safe to say it’s about the struggles of being queer and navigating relationships with that identity and with others.

Most importantly, the sense of shamelessly dancing, dancing like no one’s watching, dancing together with your lover, as a celebration of self, life, love, is the key here. Harry got that tattoo ages ago, at a time when he undoubtedly felt way more stuck. When he couldn’t dance freely the way he wanted to and with whom he wanted to. Perfect Now is a reminder to him, an encouragement to still dance if he wants to, no matter what people say or think. Significantly, then, Harry’s own Treat People With Kindness heavily features that same sentiment, but in an extremely positive light: i have found a place (in life and in myself) where i feel like i have given and was given second chances and now i dance bc i finally feel good in my skin.

Louis has obviously been there from the start, or at least from when or before Harry properly started experimenting with/questioning how he likes to present and how he identifies as. Before he ever dared to consider pulling on a pair of women’s skinny jeans, never mind a ball gown. Louis has seen him limit himself as well as being limited by others ofc and has always seemed to have been there, with a secure hand on Harry’s back, to encourage him. Even at a time when boys wearing nail polish or skirts was unthinkable. Just remember how much encouragement Harry needed when growing out his hair; Louis literally joined him. yes this might make me cry okay i need to stop bc i’m going off track and this is just becoming a larry breakdown while i was trying to hype up this beautiful song. 

What I’m trying to say is: Louis has always seen all of Harry. He’s always had his back, no matter what. He’s loved every part of him. And now, on a completely gender neutral album, in the sweetest, softest song off of the entire thing, Louis puts in the word “queen”, and that is so very deliberate it makes me want to scream. It’s Louis confirming his love again and again while affirming the multitudes contained by Harry, including everything involving his gender journey. brb crying

It’s a raw Louis, an honest, sweet, kind, loving partner, and both of them are fucking lucky to have each other, and I also wish that all of us end up in a caring and wholesome relationship like that. I truly do.

#wow i thought this one was gonna be easier #i always do why do i think that??? #every time i look closer into l's lyrics i see more depth #this is all just a perfect mushy mess so it's on brand for me #perfect now analysis #lyric analysis #my posts #parallels