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eeunoia · 3 years

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ENHYPEN Mini Series

E N H Y P E N as Vampires

pairings: yang jungwon x reader

summary: your ‘best friend’ jungwon was turned into a blood sucking beast without you even knowing. with you looking like a prey, jungwon’s thirst for blood became more uncontrollable.

word count: 5.2k

a/n: And it started, I just want to tell you that i hope you enjoy this one. I hope jungwon receive love because i really tried to write this well hehe. Also, I reached 300 followers today, I’m so happy! Thank you so much guys! Ily! Anyway, have a nice day! 🌸 (Taglist still open!)

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"jungwon! where are you?" jay was out of breath as he arrived inside Jungwon's dorm room. He was told that the younger one wasn't able to attend class because he's not feeling well.

"over here, hyung!" jay followed the groaning voice of jungwon.

The moment he arrived inside Jungwon's bathroom, he saw him inside the tub, drenched with sweat, pale and fangs were present inside his mouth.

"hey, how are you feeling?" jay sounded so worried for him. He quickly grabbed a towel and wet it with cold water.

"not so good. I feel so hot all over my body like something wants to come out from me." Jungwon grunted in pain and Jay can't help but to slightly feel guilty.

He was the one who turned him into a vampire a couple days ago. He thought Jungwon will adapt easily but he realizes he's still young and his body kind of finding it hard to adjust.

"That's normal. Where's the other packs of blood I kept for you?" he asked. jungwon shut his eyes and groaned, fangs burying slightly over at his lower lip.

"I finished all of them." Jay snapped his head at his direction, brows furrowed hardly.

"You what? I told you to take it easy with the consumption of blood. Your body is still adjusting." he exclaimed a bit frustrated. He knew leaving those packs of blood here with him is not a wise choice but he also don't want him eating his dorm-mates.

"I got so hungry. Sorry, hyung." Jungwon knew he's at fault.

He just couldn't handle the hunger he felt last night. It was dreadful and he thought he'll loose his mind if he didn't drink any blood. He’s still lucky that he resist from eating his dorm-mates right outside his room.

“Okay, hold up. I’ll get more packs for you.” Jay told him and he just nodded his head and tried to endure the pain.

He rested his head over at the tub and let himself calm down. The pain was unbearable but at least his hyung is here now. He knows what to do and Jungwon know he can help him. Minutes felt like hours and the next thing Jungwon knew was Jay was already holding some packs of blood in front of him.

He suddenly felt so hungry and consumed it all. Jay was just silently watching him, a smirk slowly growing over his face as he starred at Jungwon enjoying his meal.

“Feeling better?” Jay asked and rested his palm over at his broad shoulders. Jungwon trailed his eyes from the drink up to his Jay hyung. He smiled at the younger one when he saw how his eyes turned back to normal. It wasn’t red anymore and his fangs were not visible either.

“Yeah, sorry to rush you here, hyung.” he said feeling a bit guilty that he made him worried. Jay just gave him a nod before messing his hair once. He helped him get up from the tub and handed him a towel to dry himself.

While trying to dress up both of Jungwon and Jay’s head turned over the door of his room even before someone can knock. They can hear pretty clearly so they already knew somebody was there.

“Y/n...” Jungwon opened his eyes as your familiar scent went through his nostrils, eyes turned red for a second out of excitement just by smelling your scent. Jay furrowed his brows as he watch Jungwon stare right at the door.

“Your best friend? What is she doing here?” he was a bit confused why the girl was here and how did she even get inside. He was sure he had locked the door after the last dorm-mate of Jungwon left.

“Maybe to check on me?” Jungwon stood up to get a fresh white t-shirt before he walk towards the door. Jay leaned over the door of his bathroom as he eyed him with a playful smile over his lips.

“How did she get in? I locked the door.”

He saw how Jungwon’s ears turned a bit red, n “U-uh, I gave her a spare key.” there’s no point in lying. He really did gave you a spare key so you can go here wherever you want.

“So she visit often?” Jay teased. Jungwon gulped and his face was soon tinted by bright red shade. He chuckled finding it interesting to tease him.

“You know it’s not safe to do that anymore. She can’t make unexpected visit, not when you’re still like this.” Jay told Jungwon, this time with a serious face.

He knew you’re somebody who’s close and special for Jungwon. He’s not that stupid to not notice the way he look and care for you. So before any accidents can even occur, he wanted to prevent it. He doesn’t want Jungwon to do something he’ll surely regret in the future.

“She’s y/n, hyung. I won’t do anything to harm her.” Jungwon said in a low voice. Deep inside, he was actually doubting himself.

“She’s like a walking prey for you.” was the last he said before Jungwon’s head snapped towards his door because of a light knock.

“Wonie?” your soft voice echoed from outside and Jungwon gulped trying to contain his excitement. He doesn’t know what’s up with him but he just wanted to set his eyes over to you.

Jungwon turned his head to look over at his Jay hyung but he was not there anymore. He sighed and opened the door for you. He have no other choice but to face you. If he won’t resist it and control it, he can hurt you. So he must manage to do it because he have no intention of staying away from you.

Your eyes looked so worried for him. Without even a warning you threw yourself at him, embracing him. “What happened to you? Are you okay? Are you sick?” you were so worried for him. The moment you heard from his dorm-mate that he was sick, you ran your way here not even thinking about your classes.

Jungwon was taken a back, eyes turning red because of your pleasing smell. He felt a bit dizzy and almost loose it but he shake his head and quickly buried his face over at your neck as his arms slowly snaked around your waist.

“I wasn’t feeling okay a while ago.” he mumbled, slightly getting out of handle. He kind of forgot that he’s extra strong so he sort of squished you. With your small winced because of pain, he snapped back to reality.

“O-Oh sorry, did i hug you too tight?” you just let out a chuckle after messing his hair a bit then pulled away from his hug. Your small delicate hands cupped both of his cheeks as you stared over at his eyes.

“How are you feeling?” you asked still worried, he showed you his bunny smile.

“I’m okay now, I’m just starving.” he said.

“I’ll buy you food! Is chicken and rice sounds okay?” you asked him, Jungwon didn’t felt the same excitement he used to feel whenever he hear chicken. It seems too bland for him.

“That would be so much okay.” he kept his cheeky smile while starring at you.

He lied, but he didn’t lie about being hungry. It’s just he wanted something else.

It was a great morning for you, the weather’s nice and you’ve woken up pretty energetic so you decided to go to school early. Smiling while the cold breeze blew towards you, you trailed over the silent road. There’s just a few students around the campus, maybe because it’s still too early.

As you walk silently, you can’t help your mind but to wonder over Jungwon. These past few days, you can’t deny some sudden changes between your friend. You can’t help but to notice it since you’re always together.

You blushed as his face flashed right in your mind. Jungwon was always attractive for you. He’s good looking and nobody can deny that. He was kind of popular with the girls in your batch but it seems like he’s not really interested with them.

Your mind was pretty much busy thinking about Jungwon that you didn't even realize the person in front of you. With a light groan, you softly massage your forehead that hit the person.

"i'm sorry, i wasn't looking--" you can't continue what you were saying when you saw Jungwon in front of you with that playful grin.

You chuckled and hit his arm lightly. "I thought it was somebody else! What are you doing here so early?" you asked him pulling him beside you so you can walk together now. He just shrugged his shoulders off then put his hands inside his pocket.

While waiting for his response you can't help but to look down to your feet and check if he's wearing a different shoes today. Your brows furrowed at the sight of the familiar pair of rubber shoes. He didn't have a new pair, by why does he appeared to he much taller now?

“I just feel like going to school early.” but your attention wasn’t in him anymore.

"Jungwon?" you called out as you now stared at him. He glanced down at you for a while before looking back in front.

"What?"

"Are you wearing insoles?" your question was harmless and innocent but it made Jungwon snap his head towards you then scoffed, the corner of his lips lifting over at one side.

"What? No I don't. Y/n, why would I wear insoles?" he said like you just asked a very hilarious question.

You pursed your lips and then halted both of you from walking. He stopped, and you made him face you while you’re furrowing your brows. You’re taking this too seriously. And Jungwon’s not gonna lie, you kind of look cute looking so focused.

“No, you don’t understand.” you started and even pointed your eyes at him. Jungwon starred right into them making you blush.

“I’m pretty sure your shoulder is at my eye level but now...” Jungwon glanced over at his shoulder then back at your eyes.

“Your shoulder level is the same as the top of my head.” Jungwon smiled and raised his hand resting it at the top of your head.

“Then, maybe I grew?”

“That fast? We’re always together! You can’t just grew taller just like that unless I shrunk.” he then chuckled as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder pulling you closer to his cold body.

Your brows once again furrowed when you felt how cold he is.

“Maybe you really did shrunk.” he teased. You rolled your eyes completely shoving away the thoughts from your mind and just focused on glaring at him. He’s always been like this. One of his favorite thing to do was to pissed you off. You were used to it but you didn’t mean that you don’t get pissed at him.

“See you later!” he waved cutely at you before he started walking away from you. He’s on his way to his class after he walked you over at yours.

Eyes still darted over his back, your smile slowly faded. The thoughts about the sudden changes with him again occurred in your mind. You kept on convincing yourself that it’s nothing but something in you also tells you that something’s going on with him.

First he skipped classes days ago because he said he was sick, then he came back looking a bit more pale than usual, he became a bit bulky as well, even his height changed! And you’re not quite sure but he’s unusually stronger in some ways you couldn’t explain.

You snapped back to reality when the school bell rang, you hurriedly went to your seat and settled in. You don’t have much friends and it’s Jungwon who’s always keep you company so you can’t help but to feel lonely whenever he’s not in the same class as yours.

You decided to get your work book and open to the lesson your class didn’t finish last meeting. When you’re lazily flipping the pages of your book, you unintentionally heard your two classmates talking.

“Yah, have you heard about the news?”

“Which one?”

“The one that says that some people in our town were still missing.” your hand halted from flipping pages when you heard that. You don’t know why but you suddenly felt goosebumps all over your body.

“Really? Again?”

“What do you mean by again?”

“Well, I remember my Mom telling me this story that her grandmother had told her once. She said that people here used to be missing and when they’re found, they’re usually dead.”

“What? That sounds so scary!”

“I know right? She also mention that there’s no lead to whom did it. Nothing else was there but two small bite marks at the person’s body.” she continued. Your brows furrowed and soon you shut your eyes as you breath heavily.

You just realized you’re not moving anymore so you started flipping the book’s pages once again.

“Bite marks? What do you suggest? There’s vampire here? Come on! They don’t exist.” the other girl even chuckled.

“I also don’t believe unless my eyes sees them but there’s nothing wrong with being aware with those kind of creatures. It’s even scarier knowing they look like humans.”

You don’t know what got into you but Jungwon suddenly popped in your head. You tilted your head at the side and just resumed from flipping the pages of your book.

“Don’t think too much, y/n. There’s no way Jungwon’s a vampre.” you even let out a small chuckle while mumbling those words.

Your days slowly went back to normal with Jungwon. You just decided to shrugged those changes of him away. Besides, it’s not like Jungwon changed as a person. It’s mostly just his physical appearance. He even got even more good-looking which is not a bad thing.

Now, you’re at the library doing some homework with Jungwon. He was busy writing over at his notebook when you suddenly yawned out of tiredness. He chuckled beside you then glances over at your side.

“Tired?” he asked. You smiled a little, nodding your head a little.

“Go sleep for a while. I’ll wake you up after an hour.” he said and you felt thankful for him. You rested your head over at the table you’re occupying. Slowly, you drifted into deep slumber.

Jungwon was busy doing his homework when you suddenly turn in your sleep making your hair cover your faces. He chuckled letting go of his pen then gently brushed away the hair off your face. He thought you were sleeping really peacefully.

His fingers unexpectedly touched your neck as he brushed the hair off. His eyes trailed over your now exposed neck. He gulped starring fiercely at it. It looked so inviting that he can’t help but to let his fingers grace at it once more.

Roaming his eyes around, Jungwon checked if there’s other people around near you. When he saw that it was clear, he opened his mouth letting his sharp fangs show off as his eyes turn red because of excitement.

He’s a bit more in control now so doing this stuff won’t be too much problem. He also have his daily supply of blood that he make sure to take in order to not be so thirsty every time he saw humans walking around him.

“Your blood smell so good, y/n.” he whispered as he rest one of his hand at the back of your chair as the other one rested at the table. He leaned closer to you, specially over at your neck.

He shut his eyes enjoying your fresh scent, “You’re driving me crazy.” he carefully muttered making sure he won’t wake you up.

He sighed, his breath fanning at your neck. It didn’t wake you up and even when Jungwon place a swift feather like kiss at your neck, it didn’t disturb your sleep. He leaned away, slowly hiding his fangs away. He smiled looking at you with full adore and desire.

“I’ll be just fine as long as you’re there.”

One fact why Jungwon gave you a key to their dorm is because sometimes, you have this bad nightmares. These nightmares often wakes you up from your sleep and you can’t doze off once again unless Jungwon’s around. You can’t sneak him in your dorms so you’re sneaking to theirs instead.

So one night, another nightmare woke you up from your sleep, your breath hitched as you arise from your bed, beads of sweat were all over your face and your clothes were drenched by it too. Not waiting for another second you moved and get ready to go at Jungwon’s dorm.

The location of your dorm buildings were a bit far but you often do this so it’s nothing to you anymore. Those sounds around you while walking alone at the dark road was nothing, you were already used to it.

You arrived at his place and quickly opened the door to his room only to be greeted by an empty one. Your brows furrowed as you took of your hood from your head. After taking off your shoes, you walked over his bathroom to check if he was there but he isn’t. You can’t help but to get worried because it’s already late at night.

When it’s already your tenth time calling him, your head snapped towards the door when it suddenly opened. You stormed to Jungwon with furrowed brows and quickly cage him with your embrace.

Jungwon was caught off guard but manage to wrap his arm around you as well. He thought he was just hallucinating when he smelled your scent from outside his room.

“What are you doing here, Y/n?” he asked surprise. He was out with some of his friends. They out in a look-out for the person behind the people missing around town. It was affecting all of the vampires so it's also their concern.

You pulled away from the hug and glared at him.

“Where were you?! Do you know what’s going on in our town right now? People are missing! What are you doing outside late at night?!” You can’t help but to raise your voice at him. You were so worried and he wasn’t answering your calls.

Jungwon starred right at your worried face. He doesn’t know what to feel as he watch you get mad at him. He held you tighter and closer feeling your body shaking a bit.

“Exactly, y/n. It’s not safe to go outside so why did you go here alone?” unlike you, he was calmer but you can definitely hear that he's worried. He raised his one hand and softly caress your warm face.

Your eyes trailed over at his cold hand and you held it with yours, gulping. “I got nightmares so I went here.”

Jungwon finally understand why you’re here. His shoulder fell as he cupped your cheeks before dropping a quick kiss over at your forehead. His lips were cold too.

“Then let’s get you tucked in.” and you two laid down over at his bed. It smells just like him so it really comfort you.

You scooted closer to Jungwon trying to make him feel warmer by your body temperature. You thought that because he went outside, he got cold. You rested your head over at his chest and your hand as well. He leaned his head down closer to yours as he closed his eyes, enjoying the matching heart beats of yours and his heart. It was addicting and somehow felt illegal.

“y/n?” he called out your name softly.

“hmm?” you hummed trying hard to understand what he’ll gonna say. You’re slowly feeling sleepy just by Jungwon laying beside you.

“Will you ever get scared of me?”

His questions rings inside your head, completely waking up your whole system. Slowly, you tried opening your now heavy eyelids. You inhaled his manly scent before you slowly raised your head to meet his eyes.

“What kind of question is that? I will never be afraid of you.” you said letting one of your hand rest over his cheeks.

He smiled, swiftly kissing the hand over at his cheeks then your forehead.

“Go to sleep now.” and that was cue to drifting into dreamland while enjoying Jungwon’s comfort.

“Jay hyung.” the older one turns his head over at Jungwon as he walked inside his dorm. He glanced at him for a while before he went back over to what he was doing.

“What?”

Jungwon sat down over at his bed, “How can I turn somebody into a vampire?” Jungwon straightly asked.

Jay didn’t budge from what he was doing. He’s actually not even surprised with his question. He somehow expected it already and he even knows to whom Jungwon wants to use it.

“Did you asked y/n if she wants to be like us?” Jay fired at him that made him dumbfounded for a while.

“How did you know it was for her?” Jungwon asked blushing. Jay smirked and turned his chair to face him.

“I just knew it. So... did you ask her?”

With a low head and discouraged face, Jungwon shake his head. He didn’t even told you that he’s now a vampire. He’s scared that you’ll fear him and much worst, you’ll start avoiding him.

“Look, Jungwon. Being a vampire means we don’t get old. Meaning if you turned her she will eventually watch her loved ones grow old and die.”

Jungwon’s face turned serious as your smiling face quickly went inside his mind.

“She’ll have me.” he muttered under his voice.

“That’s given, but are you sure she’ll be happy to be with you? Will she be willing to have just you?” And it got him.

Jungwon may know that you value him but up until now, you still don’t confirm feelings for him. He isn’t sure if you feel the same way as him. It was dreadful for him, but one thing’s for sure. Jungwon wants to be with you for a very long time.

Your head turned over at your back as you heard small unwanted sounds behind. It was late already and you’re currently on you way back at your dorms. You kind of regret now why you stayed so late at the library to finish an assignment.

“Oh shit.” you softly cursed as you tried picking up your stuff that scattered all over the floor because you dropped them out of panic.

Your heart was beating like crazy because you already knew somebody was following you. After picking everything up, you stood up, with a hurried steps you started walking again.

As you reach the last building that you need to passed by for you to arrive at your dorms, you noticed a familiar built. Even without fully seeing his face because it’s dark, you knew who it was.

Finally feeling a bit relieved, you smiled, “Jungwon?” you called out his name softly.

He didn’t respond but he walked closer letting the light of the moon shine right at his beautiful face. Your smile slowly faded as you saw how his eyes were at the unusual shade of red. His mouth opened slightly, letting you take a glance of two sharp fangs over his mouth. He smirked, letting his lips ran over his lower lip once.

You got stoned in your position. You were beyond scared. It was almost not him. With a step back, the cold night wind blew towards you and Jungwon disappeared.

The next thing you knew, he was behind you, towering over at your shaking body. You didn’t move and just stayed where you are. You felt like crying but you’re mind was blank.

“Is that fear I see in your eyes, y/n?” you heard his voice beside your ears as his breath fan over your neck.

You shut your eyes and pursed your lips. Jungwon... he’s a vampire. You felt his hands held your shaking arm. That was the last thing you remembered until you woke up inside this unfamiliar bed.

You’ve never been here so you felt lost. Slowly, even with an aching head, you tried getting up. You remembered being with Jungwon before you lost consciousness.

“You took her here without even asking her if she agrees?” you heard a faint voice from somewhere. It was like he was talking to somebody.

“I was scared she’ll ran away from me. You’re not the one who saw the fear in her eyes.” your steps halted when you heard Jungwon’s voice.

You started following it with light and careful steps. It leads you towards another room. Together with him was Jay.

“She saw your eyes red and you even showed her your fangs. Who wouldn’t be afraid?” Jay have this grin over his face.

“I— Its just i’m desperate. I want to turn her in.”

“And if she says no?”

“I’ll still turn her.” he made up his mind. He did think this through and he decided to be selfish.

Jay laughed at what he heard. It’s interesting seeing Jungwon like this. He never saw him wants something like this.

“There’s a big chance that she’ll despise you.”

Jungwon clicked his tongue at the side of hia cheeks and balled his fist.

“I’ll just deal with it later on. I can’t live without her, hyung. I love her and I’ll have her in any way.” he sounded determine.

Jay starred at the young lad before he smiled, “Then let’s turn her in.” he stood up from where he was sitting.

He once again glanced at Jungwon, “And fyi, you aren’t alive anymore.” he said with a smirk.

Jungwon chuckled and stood up as well. They both headed towards the door and you didn’t even moved an inch. The moment they saw you, they were surprised that you were standing there.

“Y/n.” Jungwon.

You starred right at his eyes. Those familiar doe eyes that you adored since day one. That cute nose that you find adorable when he crunch them. You loved him dearly to the point that even after seeing those blood packs in his dorm the last time you went there because of nightmare, you stayed. Shaking not just because you’re worried for him but also because you just realized he is a vampire.

As your tears fell from your eyes, you rush your way towards Jungwon and hug him. He was dumbfounded as he felt your warmth around his body. Jay was just there watching both of you, leaning beneath the door frame.

“I love you.” you mumbled under your breath.

His brows furrowed as his arm slowly surrounds you. “Y/n I’m a—”

“I know.”

“Since when?”

You sniffed resting your face closer to his chest, “The night I went to your dorm.”

His eyes grew big, “That was a month ago.”

He was surprised to know that you were aware for over a month. You didn’t even change the way you treat him.

“H-How did—”

“I saw your blood packs and I’ve been noticing the changes in you.” you answered.

You don’t know if this is right. You just know that you love him and you also don’t know if you can live without him.

Jungwon was stunned for a while before he slowly leaned closer, tightening his hug.

“I wanna turn you, baby.”

You bit your lower lip as you tight your eyes slowly. Slowly moving away from him, you met his eyes. Showing him a small sincere smile, you lifted your hand cupping his face.

“If that’s the only way I can be with you for a long time, I’d let you.”

Jungwon’s eyes turned red instantly. Your eyes were filled with nothing but affection for him. Jungwon smirked leaning down at you for a soft kiss at your lips.

“I love you, Jungwon.” and his kisses moved from your lips to your jaw and to your neck.

After dropping a kiss at your neck he told you he’ll suck some blood from you. You shut your eyes nodding your head as you slowly tilted your head for him.

Jungwon let his sharp fangs showed and leaned closer, you bit your lower lip to prevent from screaming but it was painful and you started feeling dizzy. Jungwon’s eyes turned intensely red as he held your waist as a support for you.

Jay walked towards Jungwon and slit his wrist with a knife. As blood rush down from his opened wound, he brought it closer to your lips and let you drink his blood.

You felt even more dizzy after taking in his blood. Jungwon was quick enough to catch you as you lost consciousness. Jungwon moved away from your neck and carried you by his arms.

“I love you more, y/n. Let’s be together for a long time.”

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notsunivaa · 2 years

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Hello my love, I am the anon who promised to use your hair for my newest sim when you were getting so much hate over adfly and all.

I'll try to make a render for her and I'll tag you, I hope it will lift your spirits even a little bit <3

What's happening to you rn truly breaks my heart, it's all scary and confusing. I dont even live close by but it still scares me a lot. I really hope you will be safe and this will be over very soon. Your content is very lovely and I'm glad I found it, but even you seem like such a kind and delicate creator. Not one person deserves what's happening now. Ily stay safe ❤

thank you for support ♡

I am very pleased to see that a lot of people are really against the nightmare that is happening right now.

I want to report a little on the situation, so to speak. Literally a couple of kilometers from my location, a rocket and a fighter jet were shot down, it was scary. Our army is very strong and motivated, which is a little comforting.

After the fall of the downed objects, electricity was lost for about an hour, now everything is fine.

Morally, I seem to be calm, but my body is failing, I have been sleeping for the last two days, somehow trying to eat and drink water

I have not had tachycardia attacks for a long time, but for the last two nights my pulse has jumped up to 120 beats per minute, it was very bad, but I always keep pills near me, so everything worked out.

Now I haven’t slept for several hours now, I really want to work, create some kind of hair

Thanks again to you and everyone else for the kind words, it's really reassuring ♡

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americasmarauders · 3 years

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in your eyes - Bucky Barnes

author’s note: so remember when I said I wouldn’t write Bucky anymore, only that one time? yeah, so I said, you know, like a liar. I saw the first episode of falcon and the winter soldier and that was all it took for me to fall into the ‘bucky barnes simp’ hole all over again. I made an entire one shot based on a single piece of a dialogue from the first episode. the story starts right before the first episode and ends right after the last. I spend an entire month and a half working on this please give it some love.(pls reblog i beg of you) Huge thanks to @batarella and @glorified-red for beta-ing this. ily <3 hwo knows, if people love it enough I might give a part 2.

summary: her quiet job in the library got louder when Bucky walked into her life. (Bucky Barnes x telepath!librarian!reader)

WARNINGS: i do write a bit about addiction in this, if it makes you uncomfortable, please do not interact. it’s not heavy, or graphic, but the reader does experience abstinence. be warned. no spoilers for tfatws, but i do reccomend you watching it.

words: 11,416

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It was all so loud usually. When she first discovered her ability, it was like there were suddenly a thousand voices yelling inside her head all at once. She remembered falling to her knees, clutching her ears and crying out as the voices shouted different things at her.

Then the Professor came, promised her to help control her own mind. She didn’t want to trust the guy, even if he said he had the same power as her--even if he said everything would be alright. But the headaches were getting worse, the voices were getting louder and louder. She took him up on it and left her home to live in his boarding school.

She met interesting people and--at the end of her stay--she achieved what she was there for. It took 4 years of her life, constant nightmares from reading too much of her colleagues' minds, and several isolated afternoons - more than she wanted to admit. Nevertheless, she could finally go to a concert or have a normal college class without crying from pain.

She lived a normal life after her time at the Institute. She mostly ignored how her teenage years were far from the ordinary, or how sometimes she could hear a random thought from the person sitting next to her if the thought was loud enough. There were days when everything got too much, days where she lost control. She would stay in her house with noise cancelling headphones on (even if it didn’t work like that, it somehow helped) just going on throughout her day as quietly as possible. Tom knew she would get sick, even if working at the library rarely made her go into her lockdown modes.

The library calmed her in a way. The thoughts were rarely disordered and loud, more focused and quiet. It fascinated her that even in their thoughts, people respected the quiet environment the library required. But sometimes, someone would appear with a troubled mind, something books couldn’t even soothe.

There was a regular now, he was one of those people whose thoughts were always all over the place; she couldn’t pick them apart, words would fly through her head - words she often associated with the book he was reading. She wouldn’t know, it was Nancy that talked to him most times.

He always sat at the same old, worn out armchair, talking with the older people in the library as if they were the only people he was comfortable with. Sometimes, she would be restocking the books and see him looking at old newspapers. She never got the courage to talk to him. She figured her curiosity wasn’t enough to muster up the bravery needed to utter a word to him.

Tom was on leave that day. He was stalling his doctor’s appointment, telling her his back pain wasn’t that serious, but she knew better. Every so often she would hear a whisper of pain in her head and she knew her boss wasn’t alright. It had taken her months, but she finally convinced Tom to go and get his back looked at.

So she was working the counter that day: checking books off, admitting them, and then separating them so she could reshelve the books the next day. It was pretty boring work, repetitive, and she wondered how Tom kept busy all day when she finished all of her chores in a couple of hours.

“Excuse me,” she heard, standing up as a reflex. Her eyes trailed up to the person standing in front of the main desk. It was the Loud Man (that was what she had taken to calling him). “I want to check this off.”

“Yeah,” she said, breathless. She was hearing too much from him, too many random words. It made her feel dizzy. “Yeah, I’ll do that.”

She took the book from his hands, her fingers brushing slightly at his leather gloves, her thoughts suddenly got even more flooded at the slight touch. She could feel a rising nervousness in him, so much it blended with her own nerves. She quickly retrieved her hand, hoping she hadn’t seemed impolite.

She sat back at her chair, looking at the book. “The Hobbit, huh?”

“I’m re-reading it,” he said, his eyes sincere, “I read it when it first came out.”

She looked at him funnily. “You read it in 1937?”

His expression froze, the slight smile morphing into a frown, his loud thoughts got louder with a single word: ‘lie’. “That’s a funny joke.”

She smiled at him, not taking his comment too seriously. “I’m a funny gal.”

He laughed, but his smile didn’t reach his eyes. It was like he was only checking off a box of social convention. It quickly faded to an impatient expression, and she could tell he wanted to get out of the situation as quickly as possible.

“I haven’t seen you here before,” he mentioned.

“Oh,” she muttered, “I’m usually reshelving things, Tom operates the front desk but he went to the doctor. I’m the only other person who works here, so,” she trailed off, “I’m Y/N.”

“Bucky,” he responded, his face slightly tensed. His eyes hovered over everything in the library, as if he was trying to find something wrong in it.

“Nice to meet you, Bucky," she handed the book back to him. "It's due next week. Don't be late with it.”

“I'll return it tomorrow,” the words slipped from his mouth.

“Fast reader?” she asked.

“Got nothing else to do,” he shrugged, the word ‘lie’ once again swimming in her head in the mess of thoughts she received from him.

He gave her one last smile and disappeared into the library. His thoughts got distant, but they lingered in her head. Flashes of pain, bright white lights, and screams littered her mind. She shook her head trying to get rid of them. It rarely worked, not with thoughts so persistent.

Her head started to pound as the thoughts got more intense somehow. That never happened before, usually she could only hear people that stood near her and she was sure Bucky walked all the way to the back - he wasn’t close to her in any way.

Her hand shook as she fished out her headphones. She put them on and connected them with her phone. Playing her music was a hopeful distraction, detering her brain enough to quiet down everything. She closed her eyes and breathed in and out slowly, just like the Professor had taught her. He used to say a quiet and strong mind was the key to ward off stray thoughts.

It helped clear the thoughts, the mess of words only leaving whispers of broken thoughts in the way. She grabbed those and put them away, shoving them inside a mental box of lost thoughts. She did that with all the others, it helped keep her mind organized.

She didn't know how much time had passed when she opened her eyes. She always took too much time clearing her mind, she would forget the outside world. Peter used to poke fun at her for that, drawing penises on her face. When she came to her senses she would always run after him, ready to tackle him to the ground. It was always useless: you can't outrun Peter.

She noticed Bucky leaning on the frame of the front door. It was getting darker outside, an orange hue illuminating his eyes perfectly. Her breath hitched for a second before recomposing herself.

“Good nap?” he asked, the smallest smirk on his lips.

“I wasn’t napping,” she smiled, shaking her head. She checked the clock and saw it was way past closing time. It didn’t go unnoticed by her that he had gone out of his way to stay with her when he should have gone home. “Why’d you stay?”

“Everyone left,” he said, “and I thought it wasn’t safe to leave you in a trance alone in an empty library.”

“I wasn’t in a trance,” she took her headphones off, resting them around her neck, “I was… clearing my head.”

He looked at her funnily, “Busy day?”

“It’s been weirder than usual,” she responded, smiling. She sat back down and logged off the system.

“How weird is working in a library?”

She scoffed, lighty. “You have no idea,” she smiled mischievously.

She picked up her things, keys in her hand. She left the front desk, going to Bucky’s side. “Thanks for staying,” she said, “You really didn’t have to.”

“It’s no problem,” his hand brushed the back of his neck with a timid smile, very unlike his general physique and stance, “I had nowhere else to go.”

She could feel his thoughts bubbling underneath her skin, wanting to come out and flood her brain with confusing images and words. Whispers of faint words echoed through her mind, soft enough that she couldn’t distinguish what they were.

“I find that hard to believe,” she said, words slipping out of her mouth faster than she could stop it. Old habits she supposed. She could always keep thoughts of other people to herself, it didn’t seem fair to them she could hear their thoughts, the least she could do was keep them to herself. But when it came to her own, they just came out of her mouth before her conscience could stop her. “I mean,” she started, “a guy like yourself - good looking and all - must get a lot of people just, um, throwing themselves at you.”

He breathed out, an awkward expression on his face. She could hear one word clearly: ‘lie’. “I don’t date a lot,” he stated, “Not really my thing.”

She changed her approach to the conversation, sensing the uncomfortable energy he oozed. “Oh,” she muttered, “It’s okay, I mean, I don’t date a lot either. I barely leave my flat actually,” she brushed a single piece of hair out of her face, “I hate crowded spaces, and I have just the weirdest habits. You know, not a lot of people are into women who work at a library and barely make minimum wage,” she mumbled, her hands in her pockets restraining her hands for gesturing too much just like she always did, “I have a lot of issues too, at least that’s what the Professor used to say to my therapist before each session, which is fair and--oh God, I’m sorry, I just rambled.”

He chuckled (an actual chuckle), a full light-hearted laugh, one that rumbled throughout his chest. “It’s fine,” he said, “I like listening to you talk.”

She heard the words ‘like’ and ‘quiet’ shoot through her mind. She smiled at him shyly, looking down at the ground. “I don’t know how to respond to that,” she laughed awkwardly, “Thank you again, for waiting and being, I don’t know, just nice, I guess.”

He smiled, a slightly bigger smile then he had given her the entire time they’d interacted. “Yeah, yeah,” he shook his head, “No problem.”

Both of them walked out the door. She turned and locked it, then pushed a button that activated the security systems of the building. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then,” she said whilst shrugging.

“Yeah, yeah,” he went down a few steps of the main staircase. “I’ll see, uh, see you tomorrow.”

She saw him go down the steps, listening to the faint echoes of his thoughts in her head. She felt the tips of her mouth curl up, watching him go as the sun set on the horizon. She hadn’t felt that before, that sense of mystery, of wonder and curiosity. His mind was in shambles, broken pieces of it laying in every corner of his brain, and she heard all of it. It compelled her, even if it felt completely wrong to be so enthralled by someone’s mind.

She felt inadequate for liking his mind when he didn’t even know she could listen to it. It wasn’t the first time she felt that way. She remembered a boy from the shop near the Institute, she loved hearing his thoughts. She rarely left the Institute, but when she did she would always sneak to the store to buy a popsicle as an excuse to admire him. Sometimes he would smile at her and her brain would malfunction for just a second, his thoughts flooding her and overwhelming her every time that happened.

She anticipated it was only a matter of time before that happened with Bucky again. She didn’t exactly know if that was a good thing, if she should indulge in the latent curiosity and table herself further with his mind - with him.

The sun set in the horizon, the orange glow fading to the blue of the night sky. Walking down the streets, she could still hear remnants of his thoughts inside her head, his imprint already set on her. She wondered how long it would take for it to fade, if it would fade and if she wanted it to. #

He gave her one last look before walking away from her. She could feel him uncomfortable, it lingered in her head longer than it should. He lingered in her more than he should. Her eyes followed him on his way out of the library. His mind was confused and tired, it left a trail of breadcrumbs calling for her to solve the mystery that was.

Tom’s doctor ordered maximum rest. Apparently, the problem in his back was more serious than both of them anticipated. The doctor ordered as much rest as Tom could have, meaning more breaks and leaving early. That also meant she had to do double the work - she wouldn’t mind at all had she not left a pile of returned books to shelve.

She put her headphones and drove the cart full of books through the library all afternoon. Usually not a lot of people came in on a Monday afternoon to check out books, most were local teens that were there to study or make out. She always pretended not to know which ones were there to actually study or not; the thoughts always flew out to her when they were there to snog, most times it was hard to contain the shit-eating grin that would want to rise.

She felt someone touching her shoulder. She jumped slightly, startled at the touch. Turning around, she saw Bucky, his thoughts overwhelming her. She rested the headphones around her neck, pulling out her phone to pause the music. “Hey, Bucky,” she breathed out, trying to contain the images and words in her head, “What are you, um, how you doing?”

“I’m good,” he smiled at her, looking down at the ground, “Um, Tom’s not at the front desk and I gotta return the book.”

“Oh yeah,” she took the book from his hand. It was still warm from his touch, “I thought you wouldn’t come today, to be honest.”

“I said I was,” he looked at her intensely, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

“Well,” she smiled awkwardly and averted her eyes to the ground, “People sometimes say things they don’t mean.”

She didn’t realise what she said until it was out of her mouth. She remembered how he was uncomfortable around her, and how he would think about lies just as he told her something. Embarrassment flooded her senses, she felt heat rising to her cheeks.

He looked at her weirdly, as if he was analyzing her. The more he looked, the more she listened to his mind. Words of suspicion floated around, she swallowed dryly and nervously at the thoughts. Echoes of screams and a crushing sense of guilt came through, she wondered what had happened for him to think of that. She wondered if she was the one person that caused him to think like that.

“I’ll return it for you,” she said, motioning for the book, trying to get the attention off of her.

“Yeah, thanks,” he said, “D’you mind if I get another?”

“Yeah, go ahead,” she said, “I’ll wait for you - at the front desk, I mean,” backing away from him, she accidentally bumped into a bookshelf, “Not, um, not any other way.”

He stared at her and nodded slightly. She turned around and walked to the front desk, cringing at her inability to mutter coherent words to him without stumbling in the middle of a phrase. Something about him made her lose all of her composure, she didn’t know if it was the constant flood of thoughts and memories she listened to from his mind or just him making her nervous.

She sat down at the chair behind the front desk, and rubbed her face, as if it would rub the embarrassment out of her. Sighing, she returned the book for Bucky. Just as the day before, his thoughts lingered in her head, images that meant very little to her were calling out.

“Why’s Tom not here?” he asked. She looked up at him, his blue eyes piercing through her. It was the first time she noticed his eyes, and somehow, it made everything worse. Instead of whispers, she heard everything clearly. Fools said the eyes were the windows to the soul. She knew better: someone’s eyes told her what they were thinking, what they were feeling. And she could tell Bucky felt a lot.

“Um,” she looked back down to the book she just admitted back, moving it to the pile of books to reshelve. “He’s on leave, doctor’s orders.”

“Back pain was somethin’ serious then?” he responded, handing the new book to her.

“Yeah, I told him to get that checked out, turns out I was right,” she shrugged, getting the book, her eyes still fixated on the computer. She felt the leather of his gloves graze the tips of her fingers, and a searing pain shot through her head. She brought the book down to the table, closing her eyes hoping the pain would stop. “Brave New World? Revisiting the classics, huh?” she struggled to keep a whimper from emerging from her mouth.

“Yeah,” he breathed out. She heard a whisper of concern run though his head, “Um, are you alright? You don’t look very well.”

She shook her head, faking a smile, pretending she wasn’t getting a thousand thoughts from everyone in the library- especially Bucky’s thoughts - blasted at maximum volume on the speakers of her mind. “Just a bit of a headache.”

“It looks serious,” she could hear the leather from his gloves squeaking as he rested his hands on top of the counter.

“I’ll be fine,” she gritted through her teeth. It had been years since she was last in a position like that, her head throbbing with thoughts that weren’t hers. “I have these all the time.”

She heard his thoughts of concern louder than the others. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

She dismissed his question, not wanting to dwell on his concern longer. “Here,” she handed the book back to him, her other hand closed in a fist, “it’s due next week. Don’t be late with it.”

“I won’t,” he said, his tone slightly strained. ��I’ll return it tomorrow.”

“Okay,” she shook her head, her eyes closed and teeth gritted, choosing not to question how he would return that book tomorrow. She fisted both of her hands, her fingernails sinking in the skin of her hands. “Yeah, it’s fine,” she whispered to herself.

She heard his footsteps moving away from her, she sighed in relief, hoping it would mean her mind was going to calm itself and the headache would fade. Instead, the footsteps grew closer to her once again and then the leather of his gloves was grazing the skin of her arm, helping her stand up and guiding her somewhere.

“Imma take you to the hospital, doll” Bucky stated, not leaving room for discussion.

“No,” she tried to shake off his hold, “My shift’s not over, I can’t leave.”

“You look terrible, and you’re clearly in a lot of pain,” he grabbed her arm again, “You need to go to a doctor.”

“Doctors won’t solve this,” she once again freed herself of his hold taking a step back from him. More of his thoughts flooded her mind, a mess of memories and guilt overwhelming her. “They never solve anything,” she breathed out, her voice breaking, “I just need to rest.”

“Doll,” he dragged, his tone temptive and careful.

“No doctors,” it was the first time she had looked in his eyes willingly. There was a sort of weird determination in her eyes, one that came with years of terrible experiences with doctors. Hundreds of appointments that left her more desperate than before, endless tests and thoughts heard that she didn’t have any fix, as if she was broken in the first place.

His jaw tightened and his intense eyes fell upon hers. Her throat dried up under his gaze, her head unbearably heavy with his thoughts and hers. “Fine,” he growled, his hands moving to the pockets of his jacket, “Fine.”

“I need to go back to work,” she backed away from him, slowly. “I--I’m sorry,” she whispered, not sure why she was apologizing to him.

“It’s okay,” his jaw was still tight, his eyes were still intense lingering at her. She couldn’t even appreciate his gaze at her, and how if she was a normal person,--if she didn’t have that goddamn gene--she would have let her heart skip a beat and feel coy under his gaze. “It’s your choice.”

There was a stubbornness to his stance, something that told her he wouldn’t be backing down so easily. She couldn’t go to any doctor, she couldn’t risk anyone finding out. She didn’t want to go through the tests and the never-ending questions, whether it was out loud or not. There was only one person who could possibly help her, and she refused to go to him.

She backed away from him quickly, turning around and heading to the front desk once again. Her headphones found their way to her ears, and she started to blast her music at full volume, hoping, or rather praying, it would help ease her headache. She put her phone in her back pocket, grabbed the book she had just returned.

The cart wove between the shelves with ease under her direction. She could still feel Bucky’s presence within the library, it was like carrying an iron ball tied to her feet at all times. Unlike the day before, he was more troubled, he felt more things and more intensely. It was too much. She wondered what happened for him to be so restless.

The music hardly helped, it somehow made it worse. She couldn’t shake the tangled thoughts and think for herself, and the music disturbed even more. She dropped her headphones, frustrated. Her head pounded, desperation rose in her. She refused to call Professor, he would not help, he would only rub in her face that she shouldn’t have left. ‘This wouldn’t have happened if you stayed at the Institute, Y/N,’ she could imagine him saying if she closed her eyes.

“Are you better?” turning around, she saw Bucky, his hands inside the pockets of his jacket. His eyes were focused down, his shoulder slightly hunched. It looked like he was ashamed of asking her if she was alright, almost as if it was his fault that she was in pain. It was, but she didn’t hold it against him. She was certain it wasn’t his fault.

“Not really,” looking at him, she analyzed his expression. His jaw was tense, she could see his hands were fisted inside his pockets, “I just need to sleep.”

He nodded slightly. “You sure you don’t want anythin’?”

Her head tilted slightly and her mouth quirked up a little. She could tell he wanted to charm her, she heard the word bounce around her head faintly--the guilt was louder, though she could barely hear anything else--and she would lie if she said she didn’t like his attention. “I am” her hands entangled together, her knuckles tight, “but thanks for the offer.”

“Yeah, yeah” he breathed out, his hand brushing the side of his leg in a nervous habit. “I need to go,” he pointed back at the door, his face stony.

She sat cross legged on her bed, her eyes closed. There were candles around the room, the lighting dim and warm. The smell of incense was strong, it swallowed the entire room. It was necessary, she needed that to ground herself to the real world, and not lose herself in her mind.

Since calling Professor was not an option, she tried to take matters into her own hands. She was going to untangle the knot of thoughts Bucky had left in her head by herself. It could potentially be dangerous, if she wandered too far who knows what could happen. She had taken the necessary precautions, but she had only done that before under the careful and judgemental eye of the Professor. It was the first time she was doing it alone, it scared her to think what could go wrong.

She breathed in calmly and concentrated on the knot in front of her. Her head was a whole other world, it could be molded to her will, she felt safe in it. Now, it was a black empty space, the only thing filling it was herself and the pulsating mess of thoughts Bucky had gifted her.

Kneeling in front of it, she carefully picked apart superficial thoughts, setting them aside. They didn’t matter to what she was there to do, they were only random words and snippets of his day-to-day life that she was sure were not the ones causing him so much pain.

It didn’t take long for her to reach what pained him. It was surprising to see the amount of thoughts in front of her, usually it was much less. People tended to blow things out of proportion often, little things could cause a world of hurt to themselves. Bucky seemed to take a lot of pain, underestimating his grief. A typical mentality of someone who lacked the confidence, who didn’t trust themselves enough.

She picked a single memory and entered it.

The lighting was dim, a yellow glow swallowed her. The room was dirty and disgusting, the tiles that were once white tinted an yellowish gray. It looked like a room used for medical procedures, judging by the sheer amount of medical-like instruments littered around the desks. There were no calendars in sight, she had no way of knowing when the memory had happened.

There were at least 5 or 6 people in the room, all surrounding a metallic chair. She approached the scene, carefully. Standing beside the chair, she saw Bucky.

He couldn’t be much older than he was when she met him. His hair was slightly longer than it was currently, just brushing his forehead. He was shirtless, his skin glistening in the faint lighting of the room. His hand was tied to the chair. His temples bruised from something she hadn’t figured out yet. His chest moved violently, struggling to breathe properly. And his left shoulder? There was a red swollen scar there. She doubted the wound was fresh, more like reopened. Maybe they tried putting a prosthetic there and it failed. It was likely they hadn’t administered any painkillers in the procedure, and she felt anger boiling inside her at the thought.

“James Barnes, 3255...” he trailed off, muttering under his breath. His eyes were halfway closed, it looked like he barely could keep them opened.

“Попробуй снова,” try again, one of the doctors said.

Her eyes lingered on the doctor that had just spoken. He looked evil, and she felt in her bones he was. His smile was wicked as his eyes lingered on Bucky struggling to catch his breath tied to that chair. All of the doctors looked sadistic and malefic. She felt goosebumps flood her skin, disgusted by the situation.

The machine started whirling. An appendix lowered into Bucky’s left eye, another lowering to his right temple. Someone put a protection on his mouth, and she could see Bucky trying to free himself from his ties. Something told her, even in an altered state of mind he was already conditioned to know that noise and that feeling were bad news. She swore she saw his eyes flicker to hers just before everything started.

The screams - his screams - bounced on the walls and filled her soul in a terrifying way. Tears came to her eyes as she carefully studied what was happening to him. His hands formed fists, his knuckles totally pale on his flesh hand. His eyes were shut violently, his mouth open in a painful way. She wanted to reach out and touch him, but she couldn’t. She wanted to hug him and take him out of that awful place, but she couldn't. It was all a memory, it already had happened and she couldn’t do anything about it.

The doctors recited words in russian repetitively. Her eyes traveled to the doctor holding a red notebook. The wicked smile never faltered, completely ignoring the man in pain in front of him. She felt a urge she had fought so hard to suppress: she wanted to invade their brains, pick them apart and tear them down from the inside. She wanted to scream and shout at them and destroy everything in the room with a single thought. The fact that she was inside a memory and couldn’t physically change anything bothered her little. The anger and sadness she felt were real.

The machine stopped humming and Bucky stopped screaming. When he opened his eyes, she saw something that utterly terrified her. His eyes were empty, devoid of emotion, very much unlike mere seconds before. They were wide open, focused forward, looking beyond the doctor that was hovering over him.

“Soldat?” one of the doctors asked, a wicked smile forming on his lips.

“Готовы соответствовать,” ready to comply.

The room became blurry and she was sucked out of the memory. She stood there in front of the knot of thoughts. A feeling of inadequacy overwhelmed her, and she willed herself out of her own mind. She shouldn’t have done that, not without his permission. He didn’t even know she could hear his thoughts, much less explore the memories he had left with her.

She gasped for air as she came back to her senses. Bucky was much more complicated than she had anticipated, and the guilt he carried around with him wasn’t blown out of proportion and unwarranted. He felt as if things he had done, whatever those things were, had been his responsibility. But she knew more about the mind than him, she knew that that person she had watched be tortured was not him. Those eyes told her nothing, and his eyes told her everything and more. Those eyes were from someone who was a puppet, stripped of free will and agency. So maybe his guilt was warranted, but it didn’t mean it was his fault.

She rubbed her face and laid in her bed, looking up at the ceiling. Her heart raced inside her chest, the adrenaline of doing something so wrong settling on her. She would have to be honest with him. She let a shuddery breath, as she realized she was at the point she avoided when meeting people. The fear of rejection was crushing and familiar and with time she realized it was easier to push people away, not forming connections deeper than trivial than to explain what she was. But Bucky was different, she felt it in her bones. And she wasn’t willing to let him go. #

Tuesdays were fuller than Mondays, but only slightly. Maybe one or two more students came in, trying to get ahead of the curve and not procrastinate their studies more than necessary. The amount of work she had was enough to keep her busy throughout the day, even without Tom’s help.

She hummed the song in her headphones, weaving her way through the shelves, puting the few books that were returned that day back where they belonged. It was the part of her job that gave her the most pleasure. It gave her a sense of control and order, something that had lacked almost her entire life, especially while she was at the Institute. Professor had controlled everything back then. He controlled her and Peter and all the others to be something that most would not have chosen to be if given the choice. It made her feel helpless and tiny. But she had freed herself from that reality, much to Professor’s dislike. And now she could happily find her control in tiny things, like putting books back on their shelves.

“How come I always come when no one’s at the front desk?”, her headphones fell to her neck as she turned around to look at Bucky. He wore a shy smile on his face, clutching two books tightly in his gloved hands. His thoughts were quieter that day, but still present and loud. She doubted it was enough to give her a headache, but it was enough to leave a mark on her mind.

“Well, I’d say it’s just your luck,” the corners of her mouth quirked up. “Wanna check those out?” she pointed at the books in his hands.

“Yeah,” he breathed out. She started walking towards the front desk, Bucky at her tail. “So, are you better?”

“Yep,” she nodded, getting behind the desk and taking the books out of his hands, “Told you I just needed to rest.”

“Doll,” his head tilted, his eyes carefully analyzing her. She heard worry bounce around his head, “you looked like you were about to drop dead.”

She shook her head, a smile creeping its way to her face. “It’s more common than you think, it’s fine, Bucky, really,” dismissing his worry, like it was the best way to earn his trust. “For whom the Bells tolls? Really diving into the classics, huh?”

“Need some comfort,” he shrugged. “It’s been 80 years since I read these, it felt like the time to re-read.”

“80 years,” she dragged, “You look a lot younger.”

His face became briefly stony, his brain going haywire for a second before he relaxed and gave her an awkward laugh. “You’re a lot funnier when you’re not in pain.”

“Aren’t we all?” she slid the book over to him. “It’s due next week, don’t b--”

“Be late with it, I know,” he completed, “I’ll return it tomorrow. Like always”

She heard words of charm and flattery from his mind. It was a timid voice saying it, if she had been distracted she wouldn’t have heard it. Her eyes trailed downwards, her smile tiny and shy. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say that you’re lying.”

“How’d you know better?” his eyes narrowed at her and his head tilted to the side. She found it absolutely charming that he did that when he was confused.

“I read minds,” she said, seriously, her face impartial, very much unlike mere seconds before.

“That’s funny,” he laughed, pointing at her.

She opened an awkward smile at him, looking carefully at his expression. His mind told her he thought she was pranking him, being funny to charm him. She wasn’t. “I know you think I’m trying to charm you,” her eyes looking at her feet, her fingers entwined in a nervous habit, “but I’m not,” she finished, whispering.

She could hear confusion clearly in his thoughts. It wasn’t exactly at how she could read his mind, more to why she was telling him the fact. “I can hear your thoughts very clearly, they’re very loud,” she whispered. After all these years of experience with this power, it never got easier telling people about it. “And I didn’t think it was fair to listen to your thoughts - you think a lot you know? - all so loudly and clearly,” She couldn’t look at him, her eyes were still cast downwards in shame, “If you want to, I can explain how it is, we can go for a walk or whatever.”

She could feel his intense gaze on her skin, she didn’t dare to look up. Disappointment was one of the things she hated the most, one she had dealt with a lot. Seeing it in his face would surely break her heart, even if only a little bit. “Fine,” she heard him say it, airly, “But you’re paying.”

She looked up and his expression was impassive. But his eyes were twinkling with a sort of curiosity and wonder that could only mean good things. A weird sort of relief washed over her. She let out a sigh, her features relaxing. “Great,” she brushed a piece of her hair out of her face, “great,” she breathed out, “I just need to close this place.”

“I’ll wait.”

“Tell me what that boy’s thinking,” he said, pointing to a little boy by the pond feeding the ducks happily.

Her eyes trailed to the kid, trying to focus on him. It was an exercise she hadn’t done in a while, since she had left the Institute really. “He’s happy he’s with his dad,” she reported, “he doesn’t see his dad often and he misses him.”

“What about the dad?” his hands were in his pockets, his gaze locked on the dad sat on the bench just behind the kid.

“He’s guilty he doesn’t spend enough time with his son,” she added, her eyes following the posture of the man. His eyes were fixed on his son, watching his every move. It was clear he felt some sort of guilt towards his son, and it was easy to assume that by his stance alone--if you were observant enough. Bucky was, “He works two jobs to pay the child support. He can’t find time between them often.”

“How do I know that you didn’t just meet those people and they told you their life story?” Bucky questioned, his gaze intense and locked on her. They stopped beneath a tree, orange sun rays peeking from between the leaves.

“It’s the first time I've ever seen them,” she plopped down beneath the tree, crossing her legs childishly, “I barely leave my apartment.”

He stared at her, his gaze strong and judgmental. Huffing, he calmly got down and sat beside her, his legs spread out in front of him. He crossed his hands on his lap, and her gaze locked at his left hand. She wondered if the arm was still the same as the one she had seen in his memory. That arm sent chills down her spine, it was intimidating and terrifying, the red star staring at her menacingly. “Why, though?”

“I can’t, really,” she shrugged. She looked up, her head tilting to the side, considering her words. “I have these lockdowns when I’m surrounded by too many people. It hasn’t happened in years but,” her eyes closed, the memories of the last lockdown she had flooding back at her. She saw her younger self falling to her knees in the middle of the Institute’s lobby, screaming and clutching her ears, “but it happens, and I’d rather not go through that. I’m not in speaking terms with the person that can help me and I’ll do anything to not talk to him again.”

His lips formed a thin line. A hum trembled his chest, his head resting on the tree behind them. “How much have you seen from…” his jaw clenched, his voice quiet and hesitant.

“Not much,” she dragged. “I stopped after I realized that I, um, that I was…”she found she couldn’t complete the sentence under his strong gaze. “It wasn’t fair to you for me to see anything, not without you knowing.”

“What did you see?” he gritted through his teeth, his eyes watery and sad.

“I saw,” she gulped, her voice straining with emotion as she looked deep into his eyes, “I saw you, um, tied to a chair. You were so out of it,” she shook her head, tears flooding her eyes, “you were mumbling your name and some numbers. And then,” she sighed, picking up strength to continue, “and then they - they broke you.”

“What else?” he growled, his hands in fists. His eyes were no longer sad, there was a latent anger in them. It made her sad that she was the cause of his anger, or rather the target.

“Nothing,” she shook her head, “nothing else. Nothing other than random words from your day to day.”

He considered her for a moment, his eyes hovering her face frantically. She tried her best not to listen to his mind, trying to focus on elsewhere, on someone else. But he was like a magnet, and she could help but to be attracted to him and his thoughts. Words of confusion, anger and infatuation floated in his brain and echoed in hers. “Can you turn it off? Your...thing?” he pointed to her head almost in disdain. She knew better than to believe his gestures.

“Not exactly,” she hugged her legs, her chin resting on her knees. “If I could, I would have, a long time ago.”

They remained in silence after that. He looked at the clouds, considering everything she had just told him. She looked everywhere but at him, trying to stray her mind from him. It felt impossible, he became her gravity center, and she couldn’t really escape it. She found that she didn’t want to.

“How did you get the…” he tried to find the right words, “the mind reading thing?”

She laughed at his silly phrasing. “I was born with it,” she looked down at her hands, her cheeks feeling hot. “Professor picked me up and took me to the Institute after I turned 13 because of it.”

“That sounds like a cute way of saying you were kidnapped by the guy,” he commented, his tone serious and his eyes on her.

“I wasn’t,” she tilted her head towards him, as if she was telling him a secret. “I went willingly, actually. The nightmares were getting worse and the headaches,” her eyes locked with his for a brief second as she brushed a piece of her hair out of her face, “well, headaches like yesterday’s are light ones compared to those. And the Professor, he promised to help me control it.”

“That doesn't sound suspicious at all,” she could hear him roll his eyes in disdain.

“He did help me,” she assured him, “but at the time, I didn't realize that it would come with a cost.”

“I’m guessing he wanted something out of you,” he inferred, “that you weren’t willing to give.”

“Something like that,” she responded, her voice vague and distant. Remembering the things Professor had planned for her made her scared and, most of all, angry. Angry he dared to think she would be so desperate to abide by his wishes. She had learned that following his plans brought her nothing more than frustration and loneliness, he robbed her and her friends of a stable childhood so they could become his pawns. “He wasn’t a good person.”

“I get that,” he whispered, his head down, looking at his hands. He opened and closed his left hand repetitively. The anger he had felt once she had told him what she had done came back, but directed towards someone else.

“Listen, Bucky,” she turned her whole body towards him. Her hands itched to grab his, but she knew neither of them were prepared to cross that line, “I’m truly sorry that I… couldn’t control myself. I figured that if I could decipher your thoughts the headaches would stop, but I didn’t realize how much you kept hidden,” she confessed, her fingers fiddling with themselves in a nervous habit. “I didn’t want to hurt your feelings, I want to give you a chance to tell me these things yourself, that’s why I told you.”

He looked at her for a moment before responding. “You told someone who you’d only known for a couple of days your biggest secret,” he recited, almost as if he had been rehearsing the line in his mind over and over, “because you felt bad.”

“Well, when you put it like that it sounds foolish,” she grumbled. “I know what’s like not to be given a choice, and I wanted you to have the choice to, you know, walk away from me,” she finished, her voice just above a whisper. She struggled to keep her tears at bay, a couple of them spilling and running down her cheeks.

“Why would I walk away from you?” he asked her, sincerity in his eyes.

“You wouldn’t be the first person,” her eyes were cast forward, looking way beyond the park. She didn’t bother cleaning the tears that were rolling down her face. “And you wouldn’t be the last, certainly.”

“Doll,” he dragged, his voice low and beautiful, “I wouldn’t.”

She could barely hear his thoughts over her own. She couldn’t think straight anymore, too many emotions flooded her own senses, it was all too much. Her hands rubbed her eyes, trying to rid them of the tears. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cry.”

“It’s okay,” he shook his head. “But, seriously, don’t tell your biggest secret to someone you barely know.”

She laughed at his suggestion, her smile watery. “I won’t, don’t worry,” her head tilted to the side, her eyes carefully studying his face. It was the first time she truly took him in. His face was so wonderfully beautiful. His nose and his lips were perfect. But it was his eyes that would always fascinate her. So wonderfully blue and so beautifully deep. It was impossible to not fall in love with him with those eyes.

He got up and brushed his gloves on the sides of his pants. He offered her his right hand, “How’d you say we get that coffee now and you tell me the craziest things you’ve ever seen people think?”

She smiled sincerely at him, her eyes looking up at him in admiration. She took his hand and she let him guide her.

“Doll, you need to start staying at the front desk,” he leaned casually on the side of the bookcase, looking calmly at her as she turned around to face him. “What if someone important comes in and there’s no one there?

She felt amused at Bucky’s teasing and smiled. “Tom’s supposed to be there, he must have just left to do something,” she stated, smugly. “Besides, you’re the only important person that comes here. At least, to me you are,” she tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear.

He bit his lip and looked at her in a way that made her melt. “Aren’t you a charmer.”

She could hear clearly in his thoughts he was amused by her behavior, the word ‘charm’ levitating around her brain. “I learned from the best,” she shrugged brushing past him and walking towards the front desk.

She heard his heavy footsteps behind her. “Are we still up for tonight?” his voice had an edge that wasn’t there before. She sat down on her chair behind the counter as her eyes carefully analyzed his face. His jaw was tense, his eyebrows were furrowed and his fingers were tight around the book he meant to return.

“I’ve been up for it every day for the past month, Bucky,” she narrowed her eyes at him. His jaw clenched even more in a way she didn’t know possible. She tried to ignore his thoughts and the words that bounced around her brain. “What are you trying to say?” she asked softly, taking the book from him gently.

He sighed, resting his elbows on the counter he leaned in. “Sam needs my help,” he said, his voice low and tired. She could tell he wasn’t telling her the full truth, but she didn’t push it.

“Oh,” she muttered, typing away to return the book he brought. “So you’re cancelling?”

“Doll, I wouldn’t if it wasn’t important,” he stated. She could tell he was sad, his eyes told her so, and so did the words in his head. It pained her to see him give up their time together. It was cherished by both, and she suspected it was maybe one of the only moments of the day Bucky didn’t have to hold everything in. Mostly because she could see everything he was hiding.

“Don’t,” she stopped him before he could further apologize. “I understand, an Avenger’s calling you,” she whispered, a devilish smile on her lips, “how could you not answer it?”

“I can think of a lot of ways,” he gritted. He had told her his qualms with Sam Wilson, but it only seemed like friendly teasing and nothing else. Nothing too serious, that's what she judged it to be.

“Bucky,” she warned him, “there are more important people than me, and Sam is definitely one of those. Don’t feel guilty, that’s what I’m trying to say.”

“Y/N,” he never used her first name. He would call her ‘doll’, or ‘love’ or even sometimes ‘sweetheart’, but never by her first name. Hearing it leave his lips sobered her up quickly, “there’s no one more important to me than you.”

Her mouth hung open in complete shock at his declaration. Her brain short-circuited for a moment, before recomposing herself. She opened her mouth to respond him but he quickly beat her to it.

“I’m truly sorry, love,” he shook his head, his eyes cast downwards.

Her eyes hovered him quietly for a second before slipping the book to him. “I extended the due date. Two weeks and nothing more,” she said, sternly. “You know the drill, Bucky.”

“Don’t be late with it, I know,” he recited. His eyes lingered on hers for longer than it normally would. It felt as if he was memorizing her, studying the little details of her face, the little quirks of her personality. She felt heat rising to her cheeks, like every time she was under his intense gaze. He looked downwards for a moment, his mouth slightly opened. “I won’t be gone too long, just a couple of days.”

She got up from her chair and walked to his side. She bit her lip as he watched her go around the front desk. He leaned on his arm, casually standing there as she looked down at her feet in front of him. “You have my number, I’m just a phone call away,” she muttered shyly. She couldn’t handle this flirty interactions with Bucky. Mostly because she would have to juggle her own thoughts with his. But there was something about his demeanor at that moment that put her at ease, she didn’t feel the need to juggle both of their thoughts, only to embrace them. She let herself feel the butterflies and be fully flustered under his charm. It felt nice. “I’m gonna miss you,” she whispered.

“Yeah, me too,” he looked at her eyes, deeply and soulfully. She didn’t know how she hadn’t melted at the spot. “I’ll be back, I promise.”

The corners of her mouth quirked up. “I know,” her lips brushed his cheek. She quickly kissed it and looked back at him. “You should probably go. Don’t wanna keep Sam waitin’.”

He smiled at her one last time before leaving her. His smile, there was something different about that. It felt sincere and genuine, unlike all his other smiles that were usually caused by awkwardness and embarrassment. She had seen something completely different in that smile, something she couldn’t exactly place yet.

She arrived quietly at her apartment, carrying a bag full of groceries and flowers for her tiny garden out in the fire-escape. Her upstairs neighbor had complained about it for months, until he joined and now she shared it with him. She had plans to make the whole building to contribute to the little garden, she was almost convincing her downstairs neighbor and she was a pivotal person.

The apartment was too quiet, unlike normally. There were always whispers of her neighbor’s thoughts echoing through the walls, the busy sounds of the streets, the shouts outside from people going by their day.

“I know you’re here,” she shouted to her apartment, “you weren’t subtle about it.”

“I knew you wouldn’t talk to me, otherwise,” Professor rolled in. He hadn’t changed a single bit since the last time she had seen him. His clothes were the same, his bald head glistened the same way it did, and his chair was just as stoic as his face. She hated him and seeing him in her apartment only reminded her of that.

“That’s cause I don’t want to talk to you, Professor, I thought I had made myself clear,” she growled, resting the bag and the flowers on the kitchen counter. “Why are you here?”

“It has come to my knowledge you’ve been having your episodes,” he said, robotically.

“I’m not having any episodes, I'm fine” she muttered, her back turned to Professor. She cursed Peter mentally for being a fucking snitch. Next time she saw him she was going to give him a piece of her mind.

“You’re not,” he corrected her. As usual, she only heard him in a tone of superiority and condencense, he always knew best. “We know what happens when you let yourself go with other people’s thoughts, child.”

“Don’t call me that,” she gripped the counter, her teeth gritted and her eyes shut. Her hands felt clammy, almost slipping from the counter. She had escaped the Institute, she had sworn she would never go back, for fucking Peter to bring Professor to her again. She knew Peter did it because he was worried. It still didn’t make it sting less. “I said I’m fine, I have everything under control.”

“How long have you been taking the suppressing pills?” he asked her, his voice judgemental and cold.

She turned around to face him for the first time. He was impossible to read, he always made sure of that. As much as she begged him to teach her how to do it, to help her block out thoughts and stop people from getting into her head, he never really did it. She had to discover for herself, and, in that, she never was as effective as him. “It’s none of your business,” she scoffed. “It’s not like I’m of any use to you anymore, Professor. I’m sure you have a brand new shiny pawn you can play with that’s even better than I was. Besides,” she added, crossing her arms on her chest, “you gave me those pills.”

“They’re for emergencies only, Y/N, not continuous use,” he shook his head at her, his piercing through hers, She looked down avoiding his gaze, her jaw tight. Her head started to feel heavy, and she didn’t know if it was his prying or something worse. “Do you remember the last time you used those same pills continuously?”

Her teeth gritted and she closed her eyes to stop him from seeing the tears accumulating in them. She looked at him, her eyes completely angry and full of hurt, “I'm a lot stronger that I was back then,” she gritted.

“Bad things happen when you repress your power,” Professor warned, leaning on his knees. “You learned that the hard way.”

“I haven't taken them in days.” she stated, trying to keep her head focused and her voice free of emotion. Professor considered her for a moment. She could feel him prying in her head, searching for traces of a lie well told. She knew he wouldn’t find any, she told the truth, even if it was half of it.

“I know you’re not telling everything,” he told her, his hands fiddling with the orange vial temptevely. “What are you hiding?”

She scoffed, rolling her eyes at him. When she was younger, she wouldn’t even consider behaving badly around him. Now, she knew better. “I don’t owe you any explanations, Professor. I don’t even understand why are you here,” she pointed accusingly at him. “You've done a pretty good job showing you don’t care all my life, I find it hard to believe you care now.”

His eyes found hers, as always completely unreadable. But she saw the little details, the way his jaw tightened slightly, the way his fingers opened and closed the cap of the bottle nervously. It was hard to tell if the tick was fabricated or not, she could never tell with him. “Very well,” he said. “I’ll be in touch,” he wheeled himself towards the door.

“Please don’t,” she said clearly as he exited her apartment.

As the door closed she let a shuddery breath, laying on her couch in exhaustion. She let a couple of tears fall from her eyes, quickly drying them after. She had cried because of Professor too many times in her life, she would not cry for him one more time.

Her phone vibrated on her back pocket. She sniffed and fished out, checking what was the cause of the notification. ‘Just arrived. Call me’ from Bucky. Her heart picked up, smiling at her phone happily.

It rang a couple of times before he picked up. “You’re late,” she said, before he had the chance to say anything to her, “you said a couple of days.”

“I’m sorry, doll,” he breathed out, “it took longer than anticipated.”

“It’s okay,” she shook her head, a smile on her face. “The book, though, you’re gonna have to pay a fee for being late.”

He laughed at the other end of the line. “First time I ever return it late, can’t you make an exception for me?”

“I didn’t do anything, it was Tom,” she stated quickly. Her lips adorned a permanent smile, so much it barely seemed Professor had just left her apartment. They stayed quiet before anyone said anything.

“I missed you,” he whispered, her heart racing in her chest as he recited the words.

“I missed you too,” she replied back, her voice soft and full of emotion. She tried to contain her tears, an accumulation of feelings from just before and that moment but she couldn’t. “I was so lonely, I’m so glad you’re back.”

“Me too, love,” he sighed on the other end of the line. She could imagine him looking down at his feet, a silly smile on his lips. His eyes were twinkling in her mind the way that melted her, he looked absolutely beautiful as usual. “Do you want to go out? I owe you 2 weeks worth of coffee.”

She looked at the ceiling, trying to contain her heart and failing miserably. “Yeah, yeah, I’d like that,” she breathed out.

“I’ll pick you up in 20.”

She hung up the phone and got up from her couch, a silly smile on her face. Her smile soon faded after she realised what she had done. She was only off the pills for 2 days, it wasn’t enough time for her powers to normalize. Without Bucky present, the abstinence wasn’t as noticeable. Sure, she could hear everything more clearly, the music her neighbor had stucky in his head, or the busy thoughts of a random person passing on the sidewalk. But Bucky always had a thousand things in his head, and that surely would be a problem.

She was telling the truth to the Professor. She wasn’t taking them continuously, only a couple of times a week, when Bucky’s thoughts were always the loudest. But she hadn’t told him that she had stopped so late, later than she should have. She was toeing the line again, just like she had done when she was a kid and the prospect of not listening to everyone all the time seemed too good to be true.

A sigh escaped her lips, her heart racing inside her chest, not for the right reasons. She hoped she could control it, keep her latent power at bay just like she did everyday. It was easy to fool herself like that. She forgot how addicting Bucky could be, how wrapped up in him she would get. It was almost an experiment: how would she deal with Bucky’s mind when her power was at the most raw. She wondered if she should be curious or scared.

Her hands sweated as she unpacked her groceries. A cold rush ran through her spine, and she remembered the symptoms she experienced the last time she was off the pills. Dread settled in her, anticipating what was about to come. She cursed Professor, her stupid mutated gene and those fucking pills. She often wondered what would have happened if she never manifested any powers, how her life would have played out.

Then, her senses were flooded by Bucky. She whipped around to the door, seeing the shadow of his feet lingering outside. Her head felt heavy and there was a pain blooming, something much worse than the ones she’d endured when she first met him. It was a side effect, she should have expected that. She leaned on her table for a moment, trying to get used to the pain. The knock echoed through her apartment. She barely registered it, his thoughts flooding her. It was all so incoherent, flashes of yellowed memories and newer ones ran through her head. She heard her name screamed in his head over and over again, his voice whispering pet names he had given her with images of their time together.

She opened the door and there he was, standing in front of her. He wasn’t wearing his traditional gloves, and he had dodged the leather jacket of a simple longed sleeved t-shirt pulled at his elbows. It was the first time she saw his arm being displayed so freely, so unashamedly. He wore a boyish smile on his face, holding a bouquet of yellow and purple flowers meant for her. “I brought you flowers,” he handed the bouquet to her, his eyes twinkling with a charm she hadn’t seen in him before. “You said you wanted to expand your garden,” he justified with a shrug, his eyes on the bouquet. The smile never left his lips.

She almost forgot about her symptoms, letting his charm encapsulate her and warm her heart. She accepted the flowers, their smell overwhelming her. She stepped aside for him to come in, he ducked his head and got in the apartment quietly. It wasn’t the first time he had been over, but it was still odd to see him in her place. It looked smaller with him in it, less lonely.

“Thank you,” she whispered, closing the door. Her hands glued to the plastic wrapping of the flowers. She wiped her other hand on her pants, gulping nervously. If before she thought his thoughts were loud, in that moment it seemed like they were being blasted in amplifiers at maximum volume. “How’ve you been?” she stuttered, her mouth dry.

“I’m good, good,” he laughed looking down, his hands on his pockets. She could tell he wasn’t lying, for the first time she asked him that question he actually answered it honestly. “How are you, doll?”

She grabbed a pot and some dirt to stick the bouquet in it from the cabinet under the kitchen island. “I’m okay,” she replied quietly. Resting the supplies next to the sunflower she had just bought, a wave of nausea washed over her. She felt the color drain out of her face, feeling lightheaded. Her hands gripped tightly around the backrest of a chair, trying to not collapse to the floor.

She heard him rush to her side, his hands supporting her. The cool touch of his metal arm was contrastant with how hot her skin felt at the moment. “You don’t look okay,” it was like he was yelling in her ear, but she knew his voice was barely above a whisper. “What happened?”

“I’m off my pills,” she gripped his forearms, her eyes shut close. She tried organizing her head, separating her own thoughts with the thoughts of others.

“Let me get them for you,” he guided her to the couch, gently sitting her down.

“No,” she reached for him, her voice dying in her throat. Her hold on his wrist was weak, her eyes closed. The light only worsened her headache, she couldn’t bear to open her eyes. “There’s none left.”

“What d’you mean there’s nothing left?” he asked her, his voice strained. She knew he tried to contain his worry, but it slipped out in his tone. If she wasn’t so sick, she would have appreciated his care. “It seems like something important to have.”

“Professor took ‘em,” her words slurred, “I can’t take more, Bucky.”

“Why?” he hesitated, “what happened?”

“My powers,” her jaw clenched at the sharp pain going through her head, “I just wanted to spend time with you, Bucky, but the pain…” the tears spilled from her eyes, her eyes still closed. The grip on Bucky was tight, she was holding onto him like he was her lifeline, the only thing grounding her to the real world and not her head.

He sat beside her, his hands hovering over her, unsure of what to do. She heard a sliver of guilt going through him, and sadness overwhelmed her because of that. “I’m sorry,” he whispered to her.

“No,” she shook her head, wrapping him up in her arms, “it’s my fault. You’re amazing, Bucky, and I couldn’t stay away,” her tears wet his shirt, her head resting on his shoulder snuggly. She couldn’t help but notice the safe feeling that overwhelmed her in that moment. It was almost like it was where she belonged, safe in his arms. “Your mind… it’s just so beautiful, you’re so beautiful, Bucky. And I was greedy, I wanted you to myself, even if it meant a little pain.”

“A little?” he asked, his voice laced with a sassiness she hadn’t seen before.

She laughed quietly, looking at his face. His blue eyes were sincere, full of emotion and thoughts she could never bring herself to decipher. “A lot,” she sighed, her eyes fixated on his. “I fell back into old habits.”

“I get it,” he assented, his eyes cast on hers, looking for something she didn’t quite know what it was. “Is there anything I can do?”

“Stay,” she whispered, her heart beating fast inside her. “Please, stay.”

And Bucky did. For the first time, someone who had met her, all of her, stayed with her. That only made her love him more. He hugged her tightly, his head resting on the crook of her neck. “I’ll stay,” he reassured her, his thumb caressing her shoulder gently, “I got you”

She mumbled ‘I’m sorry’ like a prayer on his shoulder. It was too much input, her own emotions and his blended and her tears were their escape. “I shouldn’t have unloaded this on you,” she sniffed, breaking the hug. “It’s not fair.”

“Hey,” he gently pushed her hands out of her face. Her face was swollen and her eyes were red, but she could tell he didn’t care, she heard the word ‘beautiful’ bounce around in his head. “I can take it.”

She shook her head, words unable to escape her quivering lips. “Hey, stop,” he said firmly but lovingly, “listen to me,” he grabbed her face delicately, his fingers brushing her cheeks delicately. “I can take it, doll. Trust me. I have my demons too,” he whispered, “and they don’t scare you. You don’t scare me. I’m not going anywhere.”

Even if she wanted to, she couldn’t look away from his eyes. The sincerity in them disarmed her completely, the little restraint she had completely gone. Her breath hitched at the sight of the glimmer in his eyes and the love in his mind. “Thank you,” she mouthed, her voice gone.

“You’re welcome,” he smiled at her, the boyish grin he had sported when he arrived back. “How about I make you some tea?” he got up, walking a few steps to the kitchen. He moved around like her tiny little flat was where he belonged. “I make a mean chamomile tea.”

She laughed quietly, her brain slowly calming down, her fever settling. “I’d like that.”

#Bucky Barnes #TFATWS #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #one shot #marvel fanfiction #Sebastian Stan #bucky barnes x librarian!reader #my masterlist

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nanamisflowerfield · 3 years

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AHH I RAN HERE WHEN ON THE A3 X READER TAG YOUR REQS WERE OPEN I AM SO HAPPY TO HEAR THEY ARE!! ^-^

Could I please request headcanons for hisoka mikage with an s/o who is really strong but also short like when he is sleeping somewhere unsafe his s/o will quickly pick him up and lay him somewhere where its safe and everyone is just so shook?? I am pretty short and people have made this whole assumption that I have to be protected because of my height, they get so shocked when I do something out of strength 😭😭

Anyways I hope you have a great day I heard that tumblr is making your requests dissappear like a magic trick when they shouldn't be, why tumblr gotta be so mean sometimes >:( please stay safe, drink lots and eat properly!! 🌻🌻

— 🐸 anon

AAAHHH! *hugs you* you are so adorable!! ily! ;w;

Yeah, that really made me super sad Dx And thank you so much for your support and love ;w; it means the world to me! Thank you! I really hope that you like it and have a great day, my dear froggy!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️

💤 Everybody knows about Hisoka’s bad habit of falling asleep everywhere, like really everywhere! Even in dangerous places or anywhere the actors could trip over him. 💤 Whenever no one dragged the poor man away, you were the one who did it, but no actor had ever seen you doing it… 💤 One day, they just got tired of dragging the sleepy white-haired man to his bed, so jokingly, Banri told you, Hisoka’s s/o; “Hey, can you bring him back to his bed?” Thinking that you can’t do it, as you were so small. 💤 Pretty small people aren’t strong after all, right? Well, that’s what all of them thought, while Banri chuckled at his own little question, only to get shocked by the sight. 💤 You smirked at your friends, walking to your calm boyfriend, that dreamt about a paradise full of marshmallows and picked him up, as if he weights nothing! 💤 Taichi was the first one to gasp. “Wow! How are you so damn strong!? I want to be so strong too! Maybe then I will be cooler too!” 💤 That was the day, everyone of the Mankai Company got that small voice in the back of their head, telling them to never mess with you, as you could probably kick their asses too… 💤 But it was also the day in which you got a new job. “Bring your boyfriend back to safer places.” You were strong and the other ones, might be a bit lazy sometimes… 💤 Hisoka could truly be happy by having you as his s/o! You were after all the one person who always bought him to safer places, so he can continue his nap there!

#🐸 anon #a3! x reader #a3! imagines #a3 imagines #a3!#a3! act! addict! actors!#a3 x reader #a3! game #hisoka mikage imagine #hisoka mikage imagines #mikage hisoka imagine #mikage hisoka imagines #hisoka mikage x reader #mikage hisoka #hisoka mikage

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hanii-rose · 3 years

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hiii...ok so your headcanons are amazing and ily. could i request headcanons on garou with a s/o with thick thighs. i'm super insecure of my thighs because i don't have a thigh gap and it's super embarrassing

My headcanons are amazing? You love me? I-

Here you go baby( ˘ ³˘)♥

Also, no need to be embarrassed. I also don't have thigh gaps which really helps when I feel like crushing the heads of my enemies between my thighs...

We strong ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ

And so is the sexual tension in dis fic lol

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Garou With An S/O Who Has Thick Thighs

If you think having thick thighs in this relationship is a drawback then you are absolutely correct.

When I say it's a drawback, I don't mean it's ugly or unwanted, no no no.

I mean Garou will drive you mad for a chance to put his head on your lap, all day, everyday!

And when I say he wants to put his head on your lap, I mean he wants to bury his face in the soft, supple flesh of your thighs.

Just let him live there, c'mon!

You can bet your non-existant thigh gaps that he's kissing and biting you there, very harshly might I add.

He's always telling you, "Gah, it's so soft!" or "Fuck, I want this here!"

If you're just sitting on the couch and he's stealing meat from your fridge, he'll notice what you're wearing and if it's even slightly exposed above the knee, he's there. Like, HE. IS. THERE.

Meat long forgotten, your thighs are his new meal lol.

Let's say you're just coming out of the shower, towel wrapped securely around your gorgeous frame. He's pouncing on you, specifically getting handsy with your thighs and calves.

He likes natural looks so cellulite doesn't bother him. In fact, he's poking and caressing them fairly often.

If you're talking bad about yourself then he's slamming that shit down and showing you how much he loves you. Like really showing you...

If you wear something like thigh-highs, gurl- He'll be taking them off with his teeth, thank you.

★★★

You sit curled up on your window seat, the soft light of the sun shimmering in through the transparent glass of your window. Your hair fell daintily around your shoulders, arms resting on folded knees, novel in hand, dressed in nothing but a loose shirt and a pair of sheer white, lace-wrapped thigh high socks. Oh, the serenity that's surrounding you right now, indescribable.

Your boyfriend concentrated on doing push-ups outside in your backyard. You could see him from the corner of your eye behind you, pushing himself up and down, an extraordinary array of large rocks or maybe...boulders on his back....?

You tore your eyes away from the worn, coffee stained pages of your vintage fantasy novel, intrigued in the way he worked on himself. Taut muscles contracting and loosening, glistening beads of sweat slowly gliding down his bare, shaped biceps. Hair tussled and messier than usual, a few rebel strands falling onto his forehead from his otherwise proud-spiky style. His face, dark, focused and handsome... oh my

Whenever Garou worked out, he really worked out.

Nothing could distract him from his daily routine of exercising, flexing and unintentional teasing. He was hell bent on being fit and able. He used to be the infamous Hero Hunter ya'know! He has to be sharp and ready at all times.

Can't be caught off guard like that one time while delivering boxes. That dude had no chill, throwing darts at him like that...

You bit your lip in admiration of his movements, your thighs coming together, unable to contain your excitement for a touch from him. He noticed you shyly peeking from the other side of your bay window and he silently beckoned you over, tilting his head to gesture for you to come around.

You gave a little nod to his beckoning, placing your book neatly on the tall bookshelf next to you and dusting yourself off, readying yourself to see him.

When Garou had come to visit you this morning you had been wearing one of his trousers, knowing him, if he saw even a tiny section of your thighs, the man would go absolutely feral. But since he had went outside for a 3 hour work out earlier, you decided pants were too overrated for you and you easily discarded them, got comfortable and started reading.

Garou was very serious about his workouts. He would never stop, not for anything...

Except maybe you. And thats when you had a stroke of genius. He was teasing you all this time, flexing and sweating. Time for a little payback.

You peeked around the doorframe that led to your backyard where Garou stayed, exercising.

"Well, aren't you working hard?"

You slyly spoke, smile coy.

Garou grunted in response and you sighed, slowly walking around to him, hips deliciously swaying, shirt hiked up above your thighs and socks visibly tight around your ample flesh.

You stood bold in front of his head as he pushed himself up. His eyes widening at your apparel. What are you doing?

You licked your lips teasingly, and lowered yourself down onto the grass, knees folded, sitting upright.

Garou stopped momentarily, craning his neck for a kiss and you gladly obliged, leaning in and leaving a chaste kiss on his lips.

"Finally took...my advice, huh...?"

He said in between breaths.

"Who... needs pants...right? Heh..."

He lowered down slowly and you copied, your head resting on your arms on the ground, fingers playing with the little blades of grass, butt in the air

"Mmm, it just feels so good outside."

He grunted, agreeing.

Your eyes trailed up to his face and you cast him an innocent smile.

You slowly raised yourself up in front of him, pushing up your hair and sitting straight, knees folded in a 'W' position.

"What...are you...tryna' do?'

He breathed out.

"Hm? Nothing, I just wanted to come outside and spend time with you..."

You responded in the sweetest tone.

Oh please. He knows what game you're playin'.

Comin' out in nothin' but a shirt and socks? Sweetie, ya' can't take him for a fool...

He ain't stoppin' for you.

"Funny... you've never been... into fitness that...much..."

He slowly spoke.

"Oh, well I just wanted to be closer to you. Is that such a crime?"

He snorted. You wanted to be closer to him? Why not just lay down under him and wrap your gorgeous legs around him then? Let him feel the plumpness.

"Don't you want to be with me too? Why don't you stop what you're doing and come here."

Your innocent voice matched with your sultry expression did a number on him. He bit his lip, trying to resist the temptation.

You outstretched your arms, fingers opening and closing, waiting for a hug.

"Nice try, I ain't stoppin' love."

You chuckled and got into position.

"Not even for this?"

You unfolded your knees, sitting so close in front of his face, that every time he'd go down for a push, his cheek or chin would brush against your thigh.

Tantalising,tempting...

You leaned back on your elbows, your hair now spilling onto the grassy mat under you.

Garou licked his lips, golden eyes flicking up to look into your innocently coy ones.

He lowered himself down once, his chin lightly coming into contact with the lace of your frilly socks.

Raising himself up, he looked at you with irritation, behind that expression lingered want.

Going back down again, your knee bent slightly inwards and gently touched his cheek. He took a whiff.

C I T R U S

Delicious.

Coming back up, he balanced his whole body weight on one arm, an impressive feat with all of those massive rocks on his back.

"𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕖 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕤 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕖."

You slyly laughed, his statement so shamelessly flattering.

"Yes, I do know that, Garou..."

His movements stopped momentarily as his free hand softly caressed the exposed part of your thigh, between the hem of your shirt and the frills of your socks.

"𝕊𝕠 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥..."

"Hmm, do you like it like this?"

He chuckled, raspy and short of breath.

"𝕀 𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕥."

He was struggling, it was obvious. He wasn't trying to hide it anyway. He couldn't if he wanted to.

Dammit, yer' too good!

And in 3 2 1...

The rocks start slipping off of his back, landing on the ground with hard, muffled thuds. Oh, you've really done it now...

Garou sits up, stretching. He grips both of your calves hard and pulls, bringing you onto his thighs, holding you in place.

No squirmin', just sit still...

"Do you have any idea what you've done...?"

You wrap your arms around his neck, holding his face close to yours.

"What if I do?"

His lips came mere centimetres from yours and he whispered roguishly.

"You've made me drop my rocks..."

Silence overtook you until you burst out laughing. What does that even mean?!?!

"Wha... Garou haha, what are you even saying?"

He growled menacingly. How dare you? First you tease him into being distracted and now you make fun of him?

Ohhh, yer' in for a good one...

"Listen here sweetie, we're gonna head on inside, and I'm goin' to finish you, do ya' hear me?"

You nodded, obligingly.

"Yes, sweetie ♡"

He stood up tall, carrying you by the strong grip he had on your plump thighs.

"So beautiful. I'm gonna bite em'..."

You giggled softly, and held onto him tightly.

You knew what was coming next, craving it. And you'll give it to him too.

Ah, there we go...

Garou's setting you down onto your window seat again and looking softly into your eyes.

"Are ya' ready? We're gonna go for a long time today."

You shyly nodded, confirming.

He sat himself down on the ground near your legs, getting into the correct position. His head coming down to rest upon your thighs, your frilly socks tickling his face, breathing calm.

And then, he's baring his teeth, biting and sucking on your ample skin. He's pulling your thigh-highs down inch by inch, kissing.

"Oh, Garou!"

He's smirking victoriously.

"Let's begin, shall we?"

It's safe to assume he got a different kind of workout that day. The one where he's goin' up and down on you nonstop, if you know what I mean (ಠ ͜ʖ ಠ)

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Pregnant? No. You couldn’t be, there was no way.

Jungkook was laying next to you, his hand mindlessly skimming against the soft skin of your stomach.

“Kookie?”

“Hm?”

“I can’t be pregnant.”

It was dead silent after that but not for long, maybe a few seconds. He laughed loudly before leaning down to press a loving kiss against your tummy.

“Did you hear that, little one? Your mommy is being silly!”

“Kook-“

“She thinks you don’t exist!”

You were rendered speechless from his actions. You knew you couldn’t be pregnant because you were taking birth control pills.

“But kookie, I take birth control pills, remember?”

He simply chuckled before he looked up at you. You couldn’t tell what was going on through his mind but then again he was never one to show any emotions.

“Birth control pills? You mean the ones that I’ve swapped out for sugar pills for the last two months?”

It felt like the breath had been knocked out of you. As if someone had poured an ice cold bucket of water over your head.

“W-What?”

“You heard me. We are having a baby.”

You let out a broken sob as reality finally began to set in. You were having a baby. You were having Jungkook’s baby.

“Oh baby, no don’t cry! Is my princess really that happy?”

Jungkook cooed as he brought you into his embrace, your face nuzzling his neck as he ran a hand through your hair and left soft kisses against your forehead.

To any outsiders you probably looked like a loving couple, one that was about to have the perfect little family they always dreamed of, but you were far from it.

You sobbed, shaking your head as an endless string of ‘nos’ fell from your lips. Jungkook rocked the both of you back and forth in hopes that it would calm you down but it seemed to make it worse.

“No? What’s wrong baby, hm? Tell kookie so he can fix it, angel.”

“I can’t- I don’t want a baby, Jungkook! I don’t want your b-baby!”

Jungkook took in a sharp breath at your words before he pulled back, his hands on your shoulders as he held you at an arm length distance. He looked at you as if you had stabbed him in his heart.

“You- You don’t want my baby?”

“T-That’s not what I meant!”

“Well what the fuck did you mean then?!”

This was falling apart very quickly and you had no idea how to take control of the situation. Jungkook was already seething and he wouldn’t give up until he had the final word.

You gulped as you got up from the bed, hiccups slowly crawled up your throat but you forced them down as you hastily wiped your tears.

You took a deep breath before you turned back to him. The panic you had felt earlier was slowly simmering down but it was the opposite for the man across you.

“Kookie- I didn’t mean like that! You know I love you, right?”

“You don’t want my baby? You-“

He let out a humorless laugh as he ran a hand through his hair before harshly tugging on the roots of his hair out of frustration.

“You don’t want my baby- you’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”

“Listen-“

“No! You listen to me! I’ve had enough of your fucking outbursts, do I have to make every decision for you? Cause you clearly can’t make up your fucking mind!”

God you had messed up, he was mad but even that was an understatement. Jungkook was fuming. His breathing had started to get erratic so you slowly made your way to him in hopes to help him calm down.

“Don’t fucking touch me, Y/N-“

“Jungkook, baby? Please calm d-down for me, yeah?”

“Y/N, so help me god if you lay your hand on me I’ll do something I’ll regret.”

You gulped, hesitating but still walked towards him. You placed your hands above where his heart was, his heartbeat was fast and so you did the one thing you knew would calm him down. You cried.

Jungkook liked it when you cried, it showed him that he was in control, that you were dependent on him. It worked, your quiet whimpers brought him out of his reverie. He sighed, frustration still clear in his eyes but he brought you into his arms regardless.

“I-I do want your babies, Kookie, was just scared-“

“Shh, baby, don’t cry, hm? It’s ok my love, no more tears.”

You hiccuped, more tears making their way down your face but you were crying for a completely different reason. You had shown weakness again, you had submitted to Jeon Jungkook once again.

You felt the first sign of your pregnancy a week later when you woke up with a strong urge to throw up. You bolted up from the bed as you quickly ran to the bathroom, waking Jungkook up in your frenzy before you fell on your knees in front of the toilet and emptied your stomach contents into the ceramic bowl.

Jungkook hurried after you as he kneeled down beside you in concern. He cooed quietly when he realized what was going on, he held your hair back with one hand as the other rubbed soothing circles on your back.

You whined quietly from the ache that now sat in your throat, the bitter taste in your mouth didn’t help either. Your peace didn’t last long before you lurched forward once again, gagging into the bowl.

Jungkook stayed by your side through it all, he then helped you to brush your teeth before he led you back to bed again. He held you close in his arms, one hand protectively around your stomach and the other in your hair.

“Do you think it will be a boy or a girl?”

“Why are y-“

“If it’s a girl, then I hope she turns out to be exactly like you.”

You let out a forced chuckle as you looked down at the hand around your stomach. You weren’t ready, you weren’t emotionally ready to be a mother and Jungkook was definitely not ready to be a father.

How could you tell him that though? How could you tell him that you didn’t want a baby, not now at least. He would flip, but you had to take a chance.

“Jungkook?”

“Hm?”

“I don’t want a baby.”

He let out a snort before he placed a kiss on your forehead. You didn’t know what it meant but you didn’t question it. He was quiet as if he was contemplating his next words.

“It’s ok.”

“It is?”

“Mhm, I heard first time mothers always get cold feet but I know you don’t really mean it and don’t worry baby, Kookie will take care of everything, yes?”

This was not going anywhere, you were going in circles and it was endless. You fight, you cry, you ‘make up’ and it begins again. You knew that you were going to have his baby whether you liked it or not.

“Just make sure you take care of yourself so that our little peanut is healthy.”

“Yeah... I’ll do that.”

You were tied down from here on out, trapped with a baby. Jungkook’s baby. You could only hope that the new responsibility would change him for the better, for your sake but most importantly for the sake of your child.

You laid there until he fell asleep, silent tears trailed down your face. This wasn’t how you had envisioned life to be like. You always thought you’d be happy like all the princesses in those Disney movies, you’d be the princess and you’d always find your Prince charming and you did in a way but he was not what you had expected.

He was controlling, short tempered but then again he was loving so why did you feel so weighed down? Why did you feel unhappy?

You were a good person, weren’t you? So why had life been so cruel to you? Why didn’t you get the happy life that you deserved, the one all your friends had.

These questions ran through your head until you found yourself getting sleepy and so you slept, you slept in the arms of the love of your life and the father of your child but one thought stayed in your mind even throughout your dreams.

What did you ever do to deserve this life?

For the next few months Jungkook was nothing but pleasant. You no longer fought and you barely found yourself crying. It actually felt like you were a normal couple.

You were nearly due to give birth and the nerves had started to set in. You knew your water could break any day now and you found yourself always on edge even though Jungkook reassured you time and time again.l that everything would go as planned.

The new demeanor from your boyfriend didn’t go unnoticed, you were confused at first but eventually you found yourself getting used to his gentle words and touches.

It began the day when you both found out the gender of your baby. You were having a baby boy, Jungkook had been so happy that he began crying. You had never seen him cry before and you had no idea what to do but to bring him into your arms.

From then on he would tend to your every want and need, always rubbing your feet, getting you whatever food you craved for the day or night and would stay by your side 24/7, occasionally conversing with his unborn son. The sight was wholesome, seeing him smile wide was rare but when your boy kicked at the sound of his voice his whole face lit up.

It was perfect. He was perfect but of course good things don’t last forever, not for you at least. Jungkook worked from home, always had but on this particular day he had to attend business somewhere else.

The news didn’t sit well with you. You were so used to having him around you that him leaving for over an hour was enough to send you into a panicky state, especially now, you needed him more than ever because the baby was almost here.

“D-Do you have to go?”

“Y/N... yes! Yes I have to go, how many times do I need to tell you this?”

You whimpered quietly at the tone of his voice, it had been so long since he got angry at you and you didn’t want it to begin anytime soon.

“Kookie, don’t leave please! I need you here with me.”

“Fucks sake, Y/N, do you even hear yourself? You’re making it sound like I’m going to war! It’s just a couple of hours, angel, I’ll be back.”

His words somehow set you off, he was talking down to you and it made you feel stupid but more than anything it made you angry. Maybe you were being unreasonable but rightfully so. He was going to leave you in a house that was basically in the middle of nowhere when you could pop out a baby at any given moment.

“But-But what if the baby comes and you aren’t here?! Then what am I-“

“God! You are pissing me off, Y/N, I’m already stressed enough as it is don’t add anymore fucking baggage to my problems.”

This was the Jungkook you knew, one that had been locked far away for a very long time, maybe too long and maybe that’s why he was being so harsh. You let out a shocked chuckle at his words.

“Really? I’m adding on to your problems? I told you! I fucking told you that we weren’t ready for this but no! Kookie always knows best right? I should’ve known you weren’t ready to be a father-“

Your words seem to set him off even further, you were adding fuel to a burning fire and it was bound to end in flames. He slowly walked towards you, a frown etched on his face as he ran a hand through his hair.

“You’re making me angry, Y/N. Do not-“ He gulped before taking a deep breath to center himself. “Do not make me angry, not today.”

“Oh fuck you, Jeon Jungkook! I’m the one who is carrying a human that YOU put in me so I’ll make you angry all I want. I swear to god if you walk out of that door, you will come back to an empty house.”

Jungkook growled at your words, his hand quickly going around your neck, it was loose but it scared you half to death. Maybe you had pushed him too far this time, so far that he had forgotten that you were carrying his baby.

“Now you better listen to me, little girl because I’m only going to say this once and I won’t repeat myself, am I clear?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Good. First of all, don’t you ever, ever raise your fucking voice at me again, secondly do not even think about setting foot out of this house, not with my son because I will haunt you and when I do find you, you’ll wish you were never born and finally don’t threaten me, angel, don’t ever make that mistake again because you never threaten Jeon Jungkook and get away with it.”

You gulped, nodding quickly before he pulled his hand away from you just as quickly as he had wrapped it around your neck. Jungkook took another deep breath before cradling your face in his hands.

He wiped the tears that had leaked down your face, you had been crying? You were so scared that you didn’t realize and even now the feeling of his hands on your face made your heart beat fast with fear.

“I’m going to go now, ok? And you will lock the door after me, don’t try anything stupid because it won’t end well. Don’t make me make you cry again, angel.”

He left but not without a soft kiss on your forehead. He grabbed his car keys and phone before he made his way out of the house. And just like that you were left alone.

You let out a breath of relief as you finally locked the door. It was silent, something that you weren’t used to because Jungkook would always find something to talk about for hours on end.

It was silent, until it wasn’t anymore. You felt it first but you refused to believe it but then you heard it. Had it been a different scenario you would assume that you had peed on yourself but it wasn’t, this was reality.

Your water broke.

#bts angst #bts scenarios #bts smut #bts imagines #bts reactions #jungkook angst #jungkook smut #jhope smut #jimin smut #jin smut #namjoon smut #taehyung smut #yoongi smut #bts fluff

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whats-in-the-canister · 3 years

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Taina “Caveira” Pereira x Fem!Reader - Closets

Summary: Taina is a good adoptive mother, despite her unconventional methods.

tags; parenting, sfw, reference to Caveria’s anti social personality disorder, wlw relationship, you’re a parent now, beta read by : @cosmiccutie18 , ily, not spellchecked tho I don’t do that here

Taina is a complicated woman. You’re into that.

That’s what you tell most people when they ask why you, of all people, share a wedding band with Rainbow’s residential interrogator. She was strong in places you weren’t, and you were soft in places she wasn’t. After a month of knowing eachother, you both had quickly noticed how in tune you were. You knew you loved eachother after three. Then after that, about a year later, you both knew you wanted to spend the rest of your possibly short lives (due to your job) together.

Your coworkers were a bit shocked, to say the least. They say opposites attract but no one was expecting you two to come together. However, after a drunken vent to Thermite at a after mission party, practically everyone at Hereford knew in the next hour. There were mixed responses. Some thought it was just a joke, asking you if you were pulling your April’s Fools nonsense early this year. Others believed it was dangerous, that she might be hurting you, or likewise you might be hurting her. Luckily, most congratulated you after you told them it was completely serious.

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On days where her past caught up to her, and she couldn’t bring herself to speak in public, you were there to drag her away from the crowds. You would whisk her away to a private section of the gym, so she could work out her problems. You would lay nearby and listen to her break sand. Whether it was her brothers driving her mad, Doc making her beyond livid, or God forbid Harry trying to make her go to counseling, you were there. She was glad you understood what she needed, as most people couldn’t read her.

On days where you couldn’t stand the sound of your own voice, or the sight of your own face, she would be there to break a mirror and put on a movie. She would be there to find the problem and fix it as soon as possible. On days where you would dispute with coworkers, she would be there behind your back, daring anyone to try to land a hand on her Coração. You appreciated her head and her heart alike, knowing both of her sides were always with you.

Suffice to say, you loved eachother. Then one day, you both decided to share that love.

Despite what people say, Taina is a sweetheart. You knew this when she would insist on feeding a stray outside the apartment, or donating an extra few cents at the store. The day you found her privately reading adoption articles online, you decided to have a talk.

At work, she had talked to a few of the other ops during a break from training. Alexsander and James were bragging about their daughters. Despite seeming uninterested, she couldn’t help but snoop.

She explained she had no interest in having her own children, as did you. However, she couldn’t help but feel like she was missing something. She told you about all the kids she knew while working for BOPE. The children she contacted on the streets for inside information, and how they never got a chance to grow up. How they never knew what family looked like, only what they didn’t have. It broke her heart at first, and she tried to convince herself she could desensitize herself to it.

Short story: it didn’t work.

So, you two came to an agreement. You would adopt, if you could manage leave from Hereford.

At first, you wanted a baby. Then you both considered how many older kids are looked over in adoption. You suggested a teenager, but she said she wanted younger. You agreed on a child around ten. Sex didn’t matter, neither did appearance. And no matter what they had been through, you were going to protect and care for them. They were going to be your child, after all.

After going through so many checks and forms, you were allowed to adopt a year later.

Taina cried when you met her, the first time you ever saw her do so in public. That night, she carried your child home, the little one refusing to let go of the broad woman.

A year later, your daughter had become comfortable around you both. Her name was Rose. Nine years old, put into the system at seven. She reminded you of Taina, with her quietness and little fidgets. You took care of her as your own, swearing to be there for her and your little family. While you were busy raising her, Taina was busy spoiling her rotten. You accepted not being the fun mom, but you could deal with it, seeing them both smile so brightly. Due to reasons beyond your understanding, you weren’t given context behind her adoption. Most likely for the best.

However, you could infer. From her reactions to Taina appearing in silence, she was always on edge. Your child couldn’t sleep at night, and rarely spoke. Despite what pain it brought to you, you knew she had been through something she wouldn’t be ready to address in a long time. It tore Taina apart. The woman knew what her bebê was going through. Growing up in poverty, never knowing if her family was going to be safe or not, she could relate to her on another level that went by you.

Rose’s problems continued, through emotional outbursts, sleeping trouble, and even moments of panic that seemed to come out of nowhere. At lunch, one moment she could be halfway through a meal, then another she would be red with tears eyes. She would cry uncontrollably, only being able to point at what was bothering her. You would hold her, comforting her through her fits. Unfortunately, they started while Taina was on a mission.

After a particularly bad fit, you had called Caveira when Rose was put to sleep. The woman answered instantly, wondering how you were and how Rose was as well. After expressing her woes and explaining her job this round, you broke the news to her. She paused, visually worried, and told you she’d be back soon to help through a stammer. She didn’t know what to do either, but she knew she was going to have to do something.

About a week later, your love was home. Rose ran down the stairs once she heard the door, almost tripping over her own feet to meet Taina. The woman didn’t bother to take off her vest or even put down her bags. She was just content with holding Rose up to her chest, carrying her around the house practically the entire later half of the day. She only let go when dinner was finished, but still then, she wanted to be near Taina or in her lap.

That night, when you were putting her to bed, she didn’t want to let go of Taina’s arm. She cried, trying to pull her mama down into her little bed. You stroked her hair, asking her what was wrong. She was quiet, an aura of fear surrounding her. All she could do was tear up and point to the other side of the room. After a few minutes, you were able to calm her down and she fell asleep...only to wake up screaming halfway into the night.

You and Taina were fast on your feet, running to her room, fearing the worse, only to be encountered with the same problem. A glazed look of fear and a gesture to the other side of the room. You relented, bringing her into your room for that night. She slept well after that, until the next night.

Rose stayed with you again that night, only to wake up halfway through it once more, clinging onto you for her life. Taina scanned the room, trying to find the problem, only to be met with the same pointer finger again. She followed her daughter’s lead, eyes landing on your closet. She stood up, trudging across the room, fist raised as she ran into the closet. The door slammed against the wall, showing it as empty, aside from your clothes and gear.

Your daughter grew quiet, smiling. Taina smiled back, giving you both a kiss before falling back to sleep, Rose quick behind her. You sighed in relief, following.

You thought this was the last of it, but you were wrong. The night afterwards, Rose slept in her own room. You had finished cleaning up for the day as Taina came out of the shower. You were switching into your pajamas as she wandered into your shared room, smiling.

“Aren’t you in a good mood?” You grinned, happy to see her so content.

“She’s made it a few good hours. I think we fixed the problem.” She laughed leaning her head onto your shoulder, resting her eyes. “What has she been through to scare her like that?”

Your hand fell onto her jaw as you contemplated the words. “We will know one day. I don’t like to think of it too much, but she will heal on her time, no matter what happened. Did she ever tell you about her dreams?”

“No, never. I think she’s ashamed of talking about them with me. I hate it.”

You sighed, laying down with her. You fixed the pillows and sheets as you sank down into your bed. “Someone’s always there trying to ‘get her’. Like the ones you have, but I think she’s reliving some sort of event.” You shivered, thinking about the words she spoke to you after you finished her schooling for the day. The tremble in her voice, the fear in her eyes. Beside you, Taina raised to put a hand on your shoulder, still. She was quiet and unfazed, by you knew what she was thinking.

“I think it’s best to not think about it.” You muttered as you wife nodded in agreement. Eventually, you nodded off into sleep, with Taina’s arm behind your pillow.

The room was pitch dark, with only one sound waking you up. Rose screaming. Much louder than you were used to. She was yelling hysterically, pleading in the language she shared with her other mother. It didn’t just sound like a nightmare this time. You and Taina moved in a flash, sprinting down the hallway. Your feet slammed against the floor as you swung Rose’s door open, Caveira was behind you, the knife she kept at your bedside in her hand.

Your daughter was alone, pointing at her closet again, that had no signs of being opened. Rose was swelling with tears, panting through gulps of air, if she had a sob choked down. Taina took only a second to act, rushing over to your daughter. “Rose, what’s wrong?”

Rose spewed a bunch of words, not understandable to you. A mix of syllables neither of you understood. You gently layed a hand on her back, petting her slowly. “It’s alright, we’re here. I’m here. Mami is here. You don’t have to say anything...” Taina was quiet beside you, eyes fixed on your child’s closet. Taking another gulp of air, Rose managed to speak and point. “He’s back, but you... you just don’t see him. He’s hiding and I can’t find him.”

Taina turned her head, looking your daughter in her eyes. “Bebê, who?” You interrupted, “He—“ Taina spoke louder, realizing something you didn’t. “No, you don’t have to say, where does he hide?” Your daughter calmed down for a second, raising a hand to point at her closet. Taina turned to the closet, raising her blade, a look of sternness coming over her face.

You recognized her stance.

Caveira raised her leg, before striking the door with the bottom of her foot. It flew off its hinges, sounding off as it crashed into the back of the closet. A hole was left where the hinges tore themselves off the wall. Rose blinked beside you at her destroyed room. It grew quiet, aside from your daughter’s soft breath.

Taina turned to her, “He’s not in here. Want me to check the rest of the house?”

Rose nodded, leaning into your chest as you picked her up. You left her room, heading to yours. Taina led the way, silent as a mouse as she turned the corner with her knife. Her body language mimicked what you recognized as her prowl during missions. Your daughter could tell she wasn’t fooling around.

Your bedroom’s closet was soon demolished, the blinds on it soon cracked into splinters. Your daughter watched her other mother in amazement. Taina cleared the large closet, knife still raised blade up.

Soon, you all stalked downstairs. Eventually, your daughter let you put her down. She followed behind Taina, mimicking her moves. The living room was next. Taina peaked around the corner, clearing the section in her line of sight. She crept her way towards the closet where you kept the extra tables and blankets. The wooden door was thin, easy to break, but no light could leak through its cracks. You pr daughter hid behind you, only tilting her head out from the corner of the doorframe.

Taina wasted no time wasting it either, with no mercy. It was soon left shattered, on the ground. Your heart pained thinking of the costs, but your daughter’s soft smile was worth it. Taina crept back over, in a whisper. She muttered to her daughter, “C’mon, we still need to check the pantry and bathrooms.” Rose nodded, taking her mother’s hand.

Taina made quick work of the pantry, letting your daughter check it for herself afterwards. The guest bathroom was destroyed. The shower curtains were torn down and the little closet for shampoos and towels was layed on the floor in waste. Eventually, only the last bathroom was left. Rose was walking with confidence now.

Taina looked at you, gesturing you forward. You knew what she was trying to say. You took a step forward, biting your lip. You weren’t jui jitsu artist like Caveira, but you had boxed with Craig a couple of times. You sized up the door, planting yourself, before knocking it down with a crash. The last closet in the house was demolished. All was now quiet and your daughter was beaming.

Rose looked up at Taina. Your daughter quickly dried her tears, amazed by your wife. There wasn’t a trace of fear on her little face.

She kneeled down, talking to her daughter. “He can’t hide from us now, bebê. He’ll have to show up in person. If he does, I’ll show him what those doors went through. And worse. No one will hurt you while momma and I are here.”

That morning, you all slept in. In your own rooms, with no nightmares. The next day, you did the same thing. Then the week after that. After the week after that one, Rose asked mami to teach her how to kick like you two.

#r6s #r6s x reader #rainbow six siege #rainbowsixsiege #caveira #caveira x reader #taina pereira #noirewrites

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huenjin · 3 years

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2020 year end greetings.

disclaimer: this is going to be very long ( ˶ ❛ ꁞ ❛ ˶ ), but that's how much gratitude i have and so much more of love.

2020. ah, this year was a very emotional journey for me and how i wish i could sing jessi's gucci all throughout. however, that was not the case. tumblr helped me run away from all those irl miseries. these people made me feel at home.

this skz writing blog has been existing from the last few days of september and it came to life when i was losing motivation to write on my main (which i closed down because stray kids made me like writing back again) and it's stayed since then. you guys have stayed since then. grateful, a one hundred times and more.

so, this is rue, getting sappy and so much more thankful for everything i have and recieved with this blog. this is rue, asking you to accompany me for a little more and to listen to the stories i have to share. the is rue with heart full of nothing but love for each one of you.

to each one of my mutuals, for whom i pray to the stars to shower you with nothing but fortune —

@sinisterlyhan ♡ eiko, best thing i ever did was hit you up. how are you always so calm? or at least that's the tone i have in my head when i read your texts. it's so pleasant to talk to you. ily. and let me get started on your writing — you've heard this from me like every day but ma'am, you make magic. you lace stars together to form such a beautiful constellation of a writing and i fall in love a little more. thank you for inspiring me to always do better!

the hyunsung demon!au (whew!) — 01. 02. 03.

this hyunjin bad boy!au

@mochinnie ♡ isa, how i wish you handled yourself with a little more care. you're so fragile and delicate and i just want to protect you ?? so much ??? you're precious and one of the most beautiful people i have met. your characterisation is just perfect and god, i wish i could once write headcanons like you do. thank you for being my friend and for fangirling to me and for loving me. it means the world. psst, ily.

this seungmin fic

querencia | hh

@sparklemin ♡ nara!!!! big brain nara! god i love how your asks make my whole day and how you bring up different minho agendas in my head. you have my whole heart and i'm in love with you bye

girlfriend | bcn

hidden confession | bcn

@bearseungmin ♡ dawnie babie thank you for being such an enthusiast all the time while talking. you're so cheerful and happy and thank you for being this nice <33

beat it to the door | bcn

could listen to you read the dictionary | lfl

@chogiout ♡ yah, kira! sometimes i want to whack the back of your head like i whack my sister's, okay? it's the same kinda sibling love with you. fuck, not ever going to let you leave me. after all, my parents taught me to take responsibility of the stuff i rid innocence of. (lmao, sorry, bitch ily!!)

memoir | jyh

this youth of craziness | csn

@mikoto-ica-fics ♡ mi, bb! thank you for being so supportive. istg, if it weren't for you reblogging that one fic of mine, my fics would have never seen light to this day. it's easy to get lost in the tags hehe. and then i happen to text you and omg, aren't you the nicest ever? i love your story ideas, the way you write, the way you interact with people and thank you for talking to me. you make me want to be better.

entangled | lmh, hjs

power grab | hjs

@toffee-hwa ♡ ana! anaaaa~ you're so enthusiastic and supportive and fuck, i looooove ranting and fangirling to you! and the minute i know you're watching the same kdrama as i am, i just go like wheeeeeee— HAN SEOJUN!!! lmao, but thank you so much for talking to me, for listening and for caring! my romanian queen, you pretty human, you're the best!

yet, pt.i

yet, pt.ii

@chandisiacs ♡ yah, pav! must i drag you back to tumblr from twt? must i? i miss you. i really do and i can't wait to have your arse back here. thank you for being such a lively person to talk and hang out with, eee! and not at how you succeeded nano! inspirational! thank you x

thread of all your legendary aus

starboy | bcn

@unsaidhj ♡ you're so soft. and god i love you? and your aesthetics. it's a thing, ma'am. i existed to see your aesthetics lmao. and then i text you and you're so kind omg. i could never hate you so please, ma'am, stop telling me that in panic? huihui, ily and i hope you stay healthy. place yourself first, bb.

knife under my pillow | hhj

scammer, scammed | bcn

@sleepylixie ♡ yo, neighbor! you reminded me how small the world can actual get! love love talking to you about irl stuff because you can understand how messed up it is! and you're so kind, ah!!

in umbra

passion's abyss | lmh

@dreamyhan ♡ one of the few people i see on my dash and go like — hazeeeeeeeeel! you're just so nice, god. like if cotton candy was a person, it would be you, alright? and then there's your writing ability that skyrocket off the roofs because it is that good. thank you for being so supportive and nice to me! x

next time | bcn

in his arms | hjs

@itsapapisongo ♡ boy, my main man, javi!! your work was once my most favorite thing to listen to. loved how the mall worked and everything. and then there's how supportive you are like omg. if only i could explain the courage you give me. it's infinite. you make me feel infinite. also, #hardhours, right?

george of the jungle

swimming fool

@kabira ♡ typing the url down was even more romantic, manx. don't ever change this. love how strong and bold you are. love your opinions and love your writings even more. you're one of those few people who write like they mean every word from their heartstrings. thank you for providing us with stories to tell for eons. x (psst, ily so much!)

backstreet driving | hhj (that's the first skz fic i read because it was from you and not because it was skz and aren't i glad?)

sic semper tyrannis | lty

@dalknow ♡ the only other person on tumblr that i text religiously on discord. i love talking to you, bb. love getting personal with you. love how i can share absolutely anything. thank you for trusting me. thank you for listening to me. thank you for loving me. can't wait for you to put your stories back up on this acc. you're undefeatable and i know you'll have that known.

to each one of my anons, for whom i pray that you stay safe and healthy and most importantly, happy —

🧸 :: put you on the anon list because in my head you are that anon — my very first one and the one that lit up my whole world. it's kind of a very proud moment when someone wants to talk to you. you made me feel that. you made feel loved. and to see how well your blog is doing now, god, i feel like a proud mother.

🐠 :: my greek princess. the fact that i learnt more about breads from you than from my school makes me laugh hehe. you really did light up my world with every ask you sent me and had me unknowingly hope that you are happy in every minute. and now that i know who you are, i'm even more content because you're a mutual too now!

🍧 :: god, you have a special place in my heart, ice cream anon! maybe because you liked me more than my fic and followed me here even though you were an anon from my bts blog. fuck, if that didn't make my heart flutter, nothing ever will! (hush, your relationship is something i am still rooting for!!)

🦊 |🌹| 🥀 | 🛸 :: the way you guys keep checks if i'm staying hydrated and healthy. i am. and even when i wasn't, your asks made me go drink a cup of water ha! thank you for loving me x

tiktok anon :: ♡♡♡♡♡♡ yes idk what else to say to you but that i would give you a piece of my heart. your tiktok asks make my whole day. it's something i look forward too! thank you for always making my day!

and to my other anons, tagged or untagged :: thank you for sending me an ask. every single one, either telling me to stay happy or hydrated, or that my fic was great or that you're feeling extra horny that day (we've all been there!) i appreciate it and thank you for making me smile! x

to all the mutuals that i admire, look upto and wish we talked waaaay more, let's do it soon please! and to some mutuals that i just miss talking to! —

@nightshade-minho (ily! x nicest bean ever!!) :: @satanssmuts :: @lovebini :: @seraplantery :: @xiaojunssmile :: @chan-skz :: @chanluster :: @decembermoonskz :: @bangtantaegi (queen!!) :: @yunhozone (i miss you!!) :: @inkigayeo :: @vocalyunho

i hope each one of you stay happy, content and loved. my memory is pea sized and so i do pray that i haven't forgotten any! thank you for being my mutuals, for sharing laughter and talks with me for these months i've been here! i’m sorry if i missed anyone, but i seriously do appreciate everyone that i’ve ever talked to on here though! i hope to see you all next year and let's be happy together !!

with much love, x rue!

#thank you 2020 #boost!#rue gets sappy yes!!#.txt

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kiiraeth · 3 years

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departure nocturne - takami keigo

pairing: takami keigo/hawks x reader

warnings: angst,character death,i think like a brief mention of blood

words: 1480

a/n: ngl i listened to the Giselle act II pas de deux on repeat while writing most of this, so filled with sorrow and despair, yet still strangely hopeful. it hits different with this fic yall. also huge thank you to the lovely @jmeyerss for beta reading this for me, you a real one ily. still kind of hate it, i’m not proud of this piece haha

Keigo knew that you were the one, but he was never quite sure how to tell you that. The man knew that in selfishly loving you he had put you in danger and he knew that he didn’t deserve you. Even so, he couldn’t bring himself to leave that love behind. It was something so wonderful and dear to him that he had never felt before, and he knew he would do anything to protect it.

He also knew that you worried for him constantly. You were both pro heroes, but his hero work often seemed much more taxing and treacherous than yours, from what he was allowed to tell you.

But even so, you had stuck with him. You stayed by his side even when he told you not to, you stayed with him in his lowest moments, when memories of a dark past plagued his mind. When that happened, and nothing felt secure in his head, you were always a constant. His adoration of you always stayed the same.

This is what he thought of as he lay battered on the hard wooden floor after his battle with Dabi. Even with wounds littering his body and blood caked to his skin, you were the only thing he could think of. Even with the life slowly flickering out of his eyes, he desperately hoped that he’d get to gaze upon your face one more time. But he supposed that was wishful thinking now.

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You quickly made your way through piles of rubble that filled the area around you. The hero costume you wore had definitely seen better days and you had multiple wounds left coated with blood, but none of that mattered to you. The only thing that was running through your mind was finding Keigo as soon as possible.

You and the other pro heroes had won the battle against Shigaraki and the League of Villians with the help of the Yuuei students, and now, you frantically searched for your lover amongst the wrecked buildings surrounding you. Your voice had become rough from yelling Keigo’s name in a futile attempt to gain any type of response from him.

You had still remained hopeful that Keigo was ok, but that hope quickly began to dwindle as you peeked your head through the door of a nearly demolished building. Your eyes widened at the scene before and your heart dropped. Keigo lay battered in the middle of the room, his body littered with burns and open wounds and his brilliant vermillion wings were no longer proudly perched upon his back.

You shook yourself out of your shocked stupor and dashed towards him, trying your best to not to trip over the rubble from an obvious destructive fight.

“Keigo! Keigo please, can you hear me love? Please please you have to talk to me!” your voice had already began to shake with emotion as you fell to your knees and cradled your lover close to you.

Keigo’s eyes weakly fluttered open to meet yours, and as they did he found the smallest bit of energy to give you a frail smile, a stark difference from the ones he usually gave you.

He mustered up the energy to quietly speak to you “Hey there baby bird, are you okay? you kinda look like a mess.”

you rolled your eyes brimming with tears and gave a small laugh as you placed your hand to the side of his face. “Of course, you’re here covered in burns and blood and you say i’m the mess, how very Hawks of you.”

He let out a soft laugh which quickly dissolved into a fit of coughs, to which your eyes filled with worry and fear again.

“Hey hey, you’re gonna… you’re gonna be alright ok? i’m going to find help or- or- god I don’t know, please, what can I do to help you Keigo?”

His somber eyes gazed into your grief-stricken ones. He could tell you were still trying to keep a strong and calm front, but he knew you too well. He knew that there was sorrow screaming behind those eyes, and he also knew he wanted nothing more in that moment than to see your eyes filled with joy again.

But unfortunately, he had the sense you wouldn’t be feeling any joy in this moment with him.

As Keigo’s heartbeat began to reluctantly slow, yours only sped up as you began to panic even further.

“Hey baby please, you have to stay awake ok? You can’t leave, you can’t leave please! I’m begging you, stay with me!” you pleaded with him frantically.

“Hey, birdie, you know we can’t do anything, alright? We knew this was going to happen eventually, and i’m so sorry that this is how you have to see me before i go.”

You shook your head and screwed your eyes shut at his words. “No no, stop it! you’re going to be just fine, someone’s going to come help us and- a-and we’ll go to the hospital and you’ll be ok! You c-can’t leave us like this Kei, you can’t leave me like this! I-I need you, please!”

His slow-moving heart began to break even further at your words, but he knew that there wasn’t anything either of you could do, so he did his best to reach an unsteady hand up to caress your face,

“I love you so much birdie. You’re going to be alright, ok? Promise me that you’ll be ok for me, I just want you to be happy, even if I won’t be there to see it.”

You let out a broken sob and paused before weakly nodding your head. you leaned forward and desperately kissed keigo, in a final show of how much you treasured and loved him, before you never got the chance to again. When you pulled away from him you tearfully gazed into his eyes as they began to close.

As Keigo’s body became limp in your arms, you began to weep freely into his still chest and distraughtly grab onto him. You looked up to see his jacket not far from the both of you, and you reached over and grabbed the jacket to drape over him. As you did you heard the slight crinkle of paper from one of the pockets.

Through your tears, you dug through the pockets of the jacket only to find a slightly crumpled letter inside. You examined the paper to find your name written in familiar handwriting on the front, handwriting you may not ever get to see again, and you shakily broke the red wax seal to unfold the paper and read the contents it held.

‘Dear birdie,

I know I’ve never really been the best with talking about my emotions, so I figured I might write this because I want you to know how much I really cherish and love you with all of my heart.

I never ever in my whole life thought that I would find something as precious as you, and I never thought I would be deserving of you either. Most days I’m still shocked that you’ve stuck with me all this time, but I can’t begin to tell you how thankful I am for that. I never thought I would love something as much as I love you. I have felt freer with you than I ever did in the sky and safer with you next to me than with my wings around me. You’ve really completed me and made me a better person.

I promise, that when all of this war stuff is over, when we’re safe, I will buy you a big house that we can live in together. We’ll grow that garden that you’ve always wanted, and we’ll fill it with the most beautiful flowers that you’ve ever seen, flowers that remind me of you. I’ll make sure your favourite tea is always stocked and I’ll never start a new tv show without you. I promise, we’ll be happy together.

I love you, so much birdie, please never forget that.

Yours, Keigo Takami’

You held a shaky hand over your mouth as tears coursed down your face at the words held in the letter. You draped your body over Keigo’s and threw your arms around his shoulders, as you pleaded for him to come back to you.

“Kei, please, please we can still do these things right? You said we would create a garden together, you promised! We can still be happy, please!”

He was gone and you knew this, but you didn’t want to accept it. This was the man you desperately wanted to spend the rest of your life with, to wake up in the morning with, to live a wonderful life with. But loving him had always been treacherous, and you hadn’t cared, but you saw now that perhaps a happy ending was never in your future.

#hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha x gender neutral reader #bnha angst #mha angst #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha manga #anime

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lsmileychanl · 4 years

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As a boyfriend... // Bang Chan

Summary: what chan would be like as a boyfriend

Genre: mostly fluff, some angst and NSFW (I marked when a genre comes up so you can prepare yourself lmao)

WARNINGS: Chan being adorable, slight angst, slight mention of mental health issues, some smut (not that bad), mentions of ddlg, foreplay, aftercare, pet names, strong language, edging, overstimulation, arms lol

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

A/n: Hii! Omg am I in love with this man! This is my first ever imagine on here so please let me know what did you think of it! I hope that you enjoy it, because I really enjoyed writing it! Make sure to eat well, get enough sleep and stay safe. Ily! ♡♡

Word count: 1003 words

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~ Ok wow

~ bang mf chan

~ This boy SCREAMS boyfriend material

~ I'm soft already

~ let's just start

How you meet: (fluff)

~ He would start with being friends, but he liked you for soooo long it was painful

~ He would give slight hints but then get too embarased and just flip tf out

~ Always so smiley around you I'm-

~ If you randomly hug him he will melt in your arms

~ He was too shy to confess out loud so he resorted to music

~ Spent so long on the track to make it perfect and pulled all his emotions into it

~ Called you to his studio at an unholy hour

~ Looked so tired and you started scolding him for not taking care of himself

~ Without saying anything he pulled you softly by your shirt to the chair

~ Carefully placed headphones on your ears

~ Sat down next to you and waited for the song to finnish

~ This boy was SHAKING inside

~ When the song finnished you took off the headphones and looked at him

~ AND THEN ATTACKED HIM WITH A GIANT ASS HUG

~ "Is that a yes?" He asked

~ "Hell yeah it is"

~ Could not stop smilling for the next 3 weeks

Relationship: (fluff, a lil bit of crack)

~ The most precious human being on this whole entire world

~ You are ALWAYS his top priority and will make sure to remind you every day of how lucky he is to be with someone as beautiful and amazing as you

~ Doesn't want you to feel like you are put as a back burner

~ Hand holding 2573/8 (he is a clingy boy don't @ me)

~ Will let you boop his nose

~ Dates with him are soo sweet

~ Would love bringing you to his favorite food places because this boy LOVES food (but not as much as he loves you... maybe)

~ "Hi Channie, I'm home! did you have a good day?" "Yes, I dᶦᵈ" (this gets me everytime)

~ Having a sing off to old throwback songs with you (gets a little too into it lmao)

~ Talking about music: gives you song recommendations! Loves if you tell him what your listening to aswell

~ If you say that you have been listening to his music will get soo happy and mushy

~ Your his babygirl lol

~ Introduces you to all of the guys really quick (if you haven't already)

~ They go absolutely insane (in a good way)

~ "Channie do you like my outfit?"

"Oh mAi GaAaAAaawD, iT looKs sO GoOOoOooulD"

~ Now you are a absolute must in the studio (or anywhere else for that matter)

~ He literally can't work without you anymore

~ Will let you listen to their music and asks what you think of it

~ If you compliment him will give the biggest smile ever

~ hugs, hugs, HUUUUGS

~ If you are going through anything he will try to help you feel better and is really undestanding

~ But he needs love as well so please be always there for him (if not I will personally cut your toes off)

Arguments: (slight angst)

~ Doesn't get into arguments really often

~ Tries to talk it out

~ Since he is really loyal and voulnerable with you, he wants you to be so aswell

~ Wants to go public after a few months, because he hates keeping anything from STAY's and wants to share you with the world

~ No matter how heated the argument gets he will never hurt you

~ Might accidentally yell at you if he is really tired/frusturated

~ Will cry

~ Most arguments come from him not taking care of himself and litterally living in the studio

~ If you flinch during an argument he will die inside

~ Becomes really soft and gentle with you

~ "I would never hurt you, I'm so sorry"

~ You hug each other and promise to never argue again

When things get friskay 👀 (NSFW)

~ Okay we already know what's up

~ Makes sure that you are comfortable with everything before even thinking about himself

~ Wants to discuss what turns each of you on and off so that both of you feel amazing

~ Is open for experimentation

~ If you are a virgin then he will treat you like you are made of glass

~ kisses you everywhere

~ not afraid to take his time

~ Hot make out sessions are just a saturday evening for you two

~ Can we talk about those arms?

~ DOM all caps

~ Will let you ride him but that is the most he will let you take charge (sorry not sorry)

~ Suuuch a big daddy kink omg

~ Will give you pet names

~ Gives a lot of praises

~ Can get rough REAL QUICK so don't test him

~ edges you and if you cum before he tells you so he will overstimulate your ass

~ If you get uncomfortable at any moment wants you to say that to him

~ Will instantly looks worried and lets you stop if you want to

~ Runs a warm bath and treats you like the queen that you are

~ if you can't move he will carry you

~ Cleans you off gently and kisses you all over

~ "I'm the luckiest person ever"

~ You two make fun of his crazy hair after the shower

~ End up talking while in bed for hours

~ Realize it's getting really late and gives you one last kiss on the forehead and hugs you

~ Slowly hums a calming melody and brushes through your hair until you fall asleep

~ He is the big spoon most of the time

~ Please take care of this angel, he deserves the whole world and more

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cxptain-rex · 4 years

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Yourself {Captain Rex}

pairings: rex x reader

warnings: none!

request: this was requested by @iscream4starscream, I hope you like it!

prompt: 30.“You don’t seem like yourself tonight.”

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Another mission gone wrong. Rex has been seeing how he loses his brothers in the battlefield. For some reason he has had enough on this particular campaign.

The moment had been way too fast for him to comprehend. A bomb went off engulfing members of the 501st. The screams and cries piercing Rex’s ears. He winces at the noises.

Thankfully, Dogma, Tup, Kix and Hardcase were already in a transport back to the Resolute. But Rex and Jesse had stayed to make sure each trooper got in a transport to head back to the ship.

Rex watches with pain as the flames lick up the remaining corpse of his now gone brothers. He wishes he could run and save them all but he can’t. At first he has the instinct until Jesse stops him. The Arc trooper grabs his brother and hauls him away.

As a gunship picks the duo, Rex can’t help but feel somber. As he closes his eyes he senses the guilt rushing through his veins like a venom.

It should’ve been me, he thinks as a tear trickles down his cheek. Thankful for the bucket covering his tear stained face, Rex cries silently. Jesse tenses at the moment he listens to his Captain’s crying.

He grabs Rex’s hand, squeezing to assure him. “Vod” Jesse’s mumbles as the shuttle lands on the starship’s hangar. The remaining troopers flow out of the gunship leaving behind their Captain and ARC trooper. Jesse takes one last look at Rex and leaves.

The Captain sighs softly remaining composed after all he was bred for this. To fight and die for the Republic. Not to weep for fallen comrades. But my brothers Rex’s consciousness mumbles from the depths of his mind.

He shrugs the whisks of his mind as he goes to the command center, his footsteps slow and heavy. Nothing new, same as always.

The same routine. Debrief, hit the refresher, mess hall and sleep. But this time, Rex is heavy with guilty and he cannot help it.

***

After the debriefing, Rex stands amidst the mess hall. His gaze travels through the tables filled with his chattering brothers.

Instead of the usual warmth and happiness that he feels, at the moment he feels cold. Like something is missing.

“Hey, I’ve been looking for you”

There it is. What he’s been missing. You.

You advance towards the blonde captain. A soft smile edges on your features. Your Y/C hair tied neatly on a hairdo. Done by Ahsoka. Your tunics blue in honor of the 501st.

Rex’s golden gaze meets yours. You stop. Sadness and guilt flows from Rex’s force signature like waves. You frown cradling your forehead, a noise of confusing erupts causing the Captain to grab you.

You search in his gaze for your Rex. For your gentle and kind lover. But a broken man stands. With pain and guilt flowing like a river bend from the cracks of his heart. “What’s wrong?” He asks leading you away from the mess hall and down to your secure quarters.

Rex knows how strong you are with the Force and it does not surprise him for you to be so reacting towards his feelings at the moment. “I can feel...so much...sadness” you say mumbling the last part dejected. The Captain closes his eyes cursing himself.

The walk to your quarters is silent and once you’re inside you push the captain towards your bed. Rex does not complain as you strip him off his armor leaving him his blacks on. You pat the mattress between your legs and he crawls over to nuzzle in your embrace. The Captain feels in peace as you sooth his pain through the force.

The atmosphere seems more at ease now, it is been days since the Jedi cruiser hasn’t received an attack. For now you can just long for this peace and bask in it as the stars pass by quickly in hyperspace. You enjoy watching the dimension pass by with Rex in your arms. It’s soothing as the blue light fills your quarters as it flows through the viewport of the ship.

“You don’t seem like yourself tonight” you mumble tracing his arms. Rex feels a punch to the gut as you say those words. He cannot help it, he wishes to fake it but he feels. And what he feels is too much for himself.

“I lost too many brothers today” he says and you understand. Rex doesn’t need to tell you everything, you understand his pain. You wrap your arms tighter around him and that’s what it takes to make the man shatter. Sobs erupt from him causing your heart to spasm painfully.

No matter what you say, it won’t change the fact of the losses he had to endure. Perhaps you can sooth his pain and make his heart believe but Rex knows. He knows.

War comes with a prize which he must be willing to pay wether he likes it or not. And that prize is that, in any given moment not only he might lose his brothers.

But he might lose you as well.

And the Captain is not ready to watch you rise and fall. Rex will fight with his last dying breath just to keep you safe and make it through the war.

***

The sobbing has died down and now Rex has fallen asleep. You lay still staring at the durasteel ceiling of your quarters. The turmoil in Rex has died down like a dying fire, you can still feel the warmth of his anger but it is low now.

The force flowing through you binds you to Rex making you feel what he feels. You can sense him wherever he is and however he feels. At the moment you can sense his sadness, something that you haven’t felt in so long. You have, but not this strong.

The only thing hanging in you is the hope. The hope of surviving the war and being able to settle down with your lover. Perhaps leaving the Order and the military but that is your life right now, you must live with it.

Each night you meditate and you feel it. You feel the balance of the force falling. Something is coming. Something that might be unstoppable. You feel how its threads wrap around you, choking you. You see the shadow over the Republic and it laughs and cackles at you. You see the darkness.

But you also see something else. Light and peace

The shadow is gone, defeated. You see the GAR in its splendid glory. The clone legions retreating from the front lines. The Jedi bringing peace once again. You see the balance in the force. Normality and you feel happiness. It is concrete and achievable.

You open your eyes from your vision to meet golden orbs. Rex stares in worry on his features but you calming him once again with the force. It ripples from you and through him. “You scared me” he says silently hugging you tighter from his position between your legs.

“Don’t worry, love. I’m here” you reassure laying a kiss on his forehead. I’m here, you call into your bond with him. Rex grasp your form tighter in hopes of feeling that sense of peace once again.

***

Author’s Note: I’m back! I’m sorry that I’ve been gone lately. I’m just very busy but! I have you guys in my mind every single day!

I hope you guys enjoy this cute Rex thing I did it’s like angst but not angst I’ll just say it’s fluff tbh. This a fix-it fic cus I don’t want to see Order 66. Screw order 66. Jaja. Anyway! Ily guys! Reblog if you enjoyed this! If you guys have any feedback let me know!

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Resurrection ~ Ep. 6 (Series Finale)

📺 Genre: Horror, Thriller, Drama, Action, Romance

📺 Pairing: Kim Seokjin x (f) OC

📺 Rating: 18+, TV-MA

📺 Warning(s): Strong language, major character death, zombies, zombie violence, therapy sessions, misogyny, guns, blood, violence, fighting

📺 Word Count: 8.5k

📺 Credits: Beta read by the marvelous @yoongsgguktae 💜 ily sis thank you for riding this out with me

Banner resources found here (png & photo stock)

📺 TV info: Everyone thought it a myth…legend even, buried away as time moved on. Centuries of secrets and lies for the better of the country. No one knew what to expect. Two brothers. One’s quest for power may lead to destruction. The other, a scientist teaming with a head strong detective and her partner to right the wrongs made. Will they be successful or fail?

📺 A/N: Part of the DramaVers Collab hosted by the amazing and lovely @namluve

Thank you all who’ve stuck until the end. I’m extremely proud of this piece and hope everyone enjoys reading it!

italics = flashback

[ ] = memory

“Imogene!”

She turned towards the sound of Jin’s voice as the wind picked up, surrounding them in a swirl of flurries. She coughed looking around. She lost track of Jungkook and Namjoon. It seemed they were on their own.

Please be safe.

She cocked her gun at the onslaught of the undead heading their direction. With the wind blowing hard, she wasn’t sure if she was hitting any targets.

“Aim for the heads!” she roared over the wind.

They just kept coming at them. It seemed never ending. Imogene lost track of how many times she reloaded her gun. Besides cold clotting them in the face or kicking some back, she knew she couldn’t give up. After fighting off two particular stubborn zombies, she heard Jin yell from across the ice.

“Im, look out!”

She pivoted on her heel, the gun aimed only to pause and stare into the eyes of Yoongi. The air left her lungs as their eyes met. Her gun trembled in her hand, trigger finger cramping. Lip quivering she looked upon the sight of her mentor.

“C-Captain?”

His eyes unfocused and blood dripping from his lips. He hissed trying to swipe at her. Imogene stepped back.

“Capt–Yoongi, it’s me, Imogene. Please.”

The snarl dropped from his face as his head dipped in recognition. She choked back a sob, lowering her gun. “Y-You see me?”

Jin could see the scene unfolding as horror caught on his face, he pushed through the hoard trying to reach her. “Imogene! No! Stay away!”

Imogene looked up at Jin just as Yoongi blinked his eyes. He let out an animalistic hiss and lunged forward at Imogene. She yelled as his hands grabbed at her front, yanking her towards him. She clawed at him trying to pull him off screaming. His mouth opened and he bit into her neck cutting off her sounds, bones crunching as blood spurted on her and to the ice.

“Imogene!!!!”

~~~

Jin paced around the apartment muttering to himself. Imogene bounced her leg, distracted, but keeping an eye at the window for any sudden moves. Night was approaching slowly and they had yet to think of a plan. The minutes ticked by and Taehyung had made it clear about his demands. Who knew what twisted plan he had in store for Jungkook and Namjoon? The thought made a chill run down her spine. She remembered the look he had when she and Jin went to his office. She could sense he wasn’t all there then, what could have possibly happened over the past few months for his mind to crack.

She watched as Jin kept to himself in the apartment. It worried her. Even Sasha sensed the unrest. She tried but failed to get any attention from Jin, following him around the apartment, whining at his heels.

“Sasha,” Imogene called from the couch. Sasha’s ears perked as she whined, but hopped over to Imogene on the couch laying in her lap with a whimper.

“I know. I know. He’ll be fine. It’s okay,” she whispered, stroking the little dog to calm her. Imogene bit down on her thumbnail deep in thought. Something had to be done. How were they going to get past them? She remembered something from the last time she went out to get supplies.

“Jin!”

Imogene stood up so fast, Sasha tumbled off her lap with a bark. Imogene yelped, checking on the dog before seeing Jin had stopped in his tracks.

“What?”

“There’s something I forgot to mention from when I went out on that run,” she replied.

Jin’s lips pursed tight, but he gestured for her to continue. At least he was open to hearing what she had to say.

“Okay so when I went into that store to get supplies, I came across a few of those things hiding in a backroom,” she explained.

“Right. They hide during the day time. That’s nothing new,” Jin countered.

Imogene rolled her eyes as she took her turn to pace. “It was strange. They go into this comatose-like state until it becomes dark. Of course, the weather is a major factor as well. Remember it was warmer than usual yesterday morning. But they didn’t move until I cut myself.”

“Meaning?”

Imogene sighed in exasperation. “For someone so smart, you’re an idiot. Jin, they’re attracted to the smell of blood!”

His brows knitted skeptically as he mulled it over. It made sense. They attacked Yoongi first at the lab when they tried to escape. And Abby lunged at Namjoon and Jin due to their open wounds. What could this mean?

“Okay,” he began, “let’s say they are attracted to blood...it is possible to lead them all with the scent.”

Imogene nodded. “I think so. You and Namjoon said it perfectly. These creatures only retained basic needs: finding food and eating.”

Jin leaned against the couch as Sasha snuggled into his lap. “There are so many factors to think over. Do we even know how many are out there? How do we get them together? This is going to take a lot of manpower. Plus we’re down two people.”

Imogene tapped her chin. “There’s got to be some other law enforcement hiding around. If we can get to a CB radio, I can make an SOS call.”

Jin’s eyes widened. “There’s one at Bangtan LabCorp in the security offices.”

“Fuck,” she muttered. Glancing at Jin, she sighed deeply. “Not the best scenario. The one at the police station was destroyed and I’m positive the other places too.”

“It’s a chance we’ll have to take,” he said, placing his hand on her shoulder.

The warmth of his fingers made the worry lift slightly, but would it be enough? Imogene stood looking as if she came to terms with their situation. “Okay. We go into Bangtan LabCorp guns blazing and rescue Namjoon and Jungkook.”

“Looks that way,” he said with a short chuckle.

“Fine. We leave in ten minutes,” she instructed, walking out the living room to get ready.

---

After deciding to leave his apartment by way of the fire escape, Jin found a car still able to run and they piled in to drive to Bangtan LabCorp. He thought taking the longer route would keep Taehyung and whoever he worked for from suspecting them. They drove in silence, each in their thoughts. Jin glanced at Imogene every so often, wondering what was going through her mind. Besides the random hook up, she kept to herself. He still hadn’t brought up Yoongi or even her behavior from the early morning. It seemed so out of place, but yet not really. He remembered the time she pretty much offered herself to him at that bar. Sure, he enjoyed it, but where was Imogene’s headspace?

“How are you?” he asked.

Imogene pulled her eyes away from the window and turned to Jin. “What do you mean?”

He had to be careful with how he worded the next few sentences. Imogene could easily take it the wrong way and then he’d be on her bad side. He saw enough of her and Jungkook’s interaction to know the slightest wrong turn could set her off.

“Well,” he began. “You haven’t mentioned your boss since the accident.”

The air became tense as it grew heavy between them. Imogene sucked in a sharp breath, picking at the skin around her thumb. “Why would I bring him up?”

Jin gave her a quick glance before going back to the road. The confusion was clear on his face. “Wha– Jungkook told me Yoongi meant a lot to you.”

A scowl began to form on her face making Jin grip the steering wheel. “What does that have to do with anything?”

He was going to regret this, but she needed to hear it, especially someone looking outside the situation. “You like to avoid things and get on the defensive.��

“Meaning?”

He winced at the harshness of her tone. “Um–”

“Please enlighten me Jin since you seem so obsessed with my life all of a sudden,” she barked.

“Forget I said anything,” he mumbled.

“Bullshit. Obviously, you felt the need to say something. Speak your mind,” she said with a snarl.

Jin exhaled as he found a place off the road to park. The last thing they needed was an accident if she decided to hit him. He parked the car and turned off the ignition.

“Why’d you have sex with me?”

Imogene crossed her arms over her chest with a huff. That was what he wanted to ask? She rolled her eyes. “That’s a dumb question.”

“Why is it dumb?”

She rubbed her forehead as a headache formed. “You’re a male. I’d like to think a woman offering you free pussy would be right up your alley.”

Jin nearly choked at the words. He sent her a strange expression looking almost hurt. “You think I’m that type of guy?”

“Aren’t all of you like that?”

Jin let out a sigh shaking his head. “No,” his voice lowered as he started the car back up. “Not all of us are like that Imogene. I’m just worried about how you’ve processed everything. It’s unhealthy.”

“What? Are you my therapist now? I have one thanks, didn’t need another one,” she hissed.

“I was only–”

“Only what?! Being concerned. Want me to use your shoulder to cry on?! Fuck that! I’ve already been disappointed in my life enough to last me a lifetime. I don’t need you trying to sympathize with me. I refuse to be a victim!”

By this point hot, angry tears cascaded down her face. Imogene hadn’t realized she’d been crying until Jin handed her a handkerchief. She snatched it away from him as her sobs grew louder. It seemed as if a knot unraveled in the complicated emotions the young detective felt. Everything came crashing down all at once. And she didn’t know how to deal with it. Imogene didn’t even protest as Jin pulled her against his jacket as she buried her head in it letting his cologne engulf her thoughts.

[Imogene tapped her shoe against the glass table staring at Dr. Park. Yet again, Jimin was dressed, unlike any therapist she’d met. Decked in leather pants, an oversized sweater, and boots, this blasted man belonged on a runway. His hair was now a shade of coral pink.

Again, he titled his head at her, that same playful smirk on his face from before. He tapped his pen on his legal pad, matching Imogene’s rhythm. She stopped and he did the same. Jimin chuckled softly.

“How are you doing today Detective?”

She shrugged, studying her nails. “No complaints. My physical therapy is going okay. I can move my shoulder without any stiffness now.”

“That’s good,” he answered. After a quick glance at his notes, he cleared his throat. “I want to talk about your family.”

Imogene groaned looking up at the ceiling. “Why did I have a feeling you wanted to bring that up?”

“We’ll sum it up to intuition, however, I want to delve into this because it seems it’s a big part of why you tend to be reckless.”

“I told you before. I’m not reckless,” she argued.

“Keep telling yourself that,” he bit back.

Imogene scoffed as she glared at him with distaste. “There’s nothing much to tell.”

“Try me,” he said, settling into his chair, leg placed casually across the other.

Imogene let out a long sigh shaking her head. “My mother was like any normal mom, she worked at a bank but quit after she had me. My father was a detective and like most guys back then, stayed gone most of the time. He was in the homicide division.”

“What is the reason you joined?”

Imogene bit down on her thumbnail. “I did it to be spiteful. He didn’t want me to join the force. Thought I should have done something more ‘feminine’.”

“That must have made you upset,” he mused.

“Mad wasn’t the start of it. When I went through the academy, he refused to speak to me. He’d only talk to me through my mother.” She let out a heavy exhale. “He...he didn’t even come to my graduation. I think he was ashamed, but it only made me angrier. So I acted out.”

Imogene bounced her knees debating on continuing. Saying these things out loud made it real. Too real to deal with, but she carried on. “I decided that I’d show everyone I wasn’t some weak woman. I’d go out with the guys, drink them under the table, pick up random guys in bars all the time. It wasn’t until I woke up one morning in a stranger’s bed with puke caked on my face that I knew I had to change, but I didn’t. Sure I calmed a bit, but I still enjoy a drink or two. Just the other night I tried to take this guy home with me.”

Jimin remained quiet waiting to see if she continued to talk, but Imogene looked like all the energy had seeped from her body. He made the decision to test the waters. “Why do you think you have this rage towards your father?”

“Hell if I know. Sure, he wasn’t home when I wanted him to be and he neglected my career choice, but I never held it against him.”

“Don’t you think your actions were how you coped? This destructive behavior is what got you injured.”

“I–”

“I’m not finished,” Jimin said curtly. “I don’t want to lecture you as I’m not your parent, but as your therapist, I must say that this is only going to destroy you and any relationships you hope you have. Stop looking for ways to distract from your hurt and fight it head-on.”]

She didn’t know how much time passed before she forced herself off Jin’s shoulder. The tears soaked into his jacket making her chuckle softly.

“Sorry for getting your jacket wet.”

He shrugged, reaching over to squeeze her hand. Surprisingly, she didn’t pull away. “It’s fine. You needed to let it all out.”

Imogene wiped her face with a sniff. “I’ve been holding in a lot of anger over the past few years. Stuff in my life that was my fault, but some things I never got to get closure on.”

Jin nodded in understanding. “Overall, we’re two fucked up people who found each other.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “Seems that way,” she cracked a smile at him. “Thank you.”

He gave her a reassuring smile as he continued driving down the street. It seemed a veil lifted and now Imogene’s head was clearer. She could focus now on getting their friends back.

---

Jin swiped the security guard’s card letting him into the back door of the laboratory. He glanced back at Imogene as followed from the rear, gun ready.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves Imogene. I don’t want to alert Tae of our presence.”

Her lips pressed together staring at him. “Whose idea was it to knock the guard out?”

“Yours.”

“Mine.”

He rolled his eyes. “Alright. Alright. I see your point.”

“As you should,” she looked around the corridor listening for any sounds. “Where do you think he’s holding Jungkook and Namjoon?”

“Once we reach the security offices, we’ll have a better idea,” he answered.

“How far are we from the offices?” she began to walk out from behind the corner, only to have him pull her back.

“Next floor up,” he whispered, pointing to a few people walking by. “We need to be cautious. The slightest clue could give us away.”

He led her to the stairway, taking them two at a time. It wasn’t long before they reached the security office corridor. Jin peeked from the door and swore. A few guards hung around chatting.

“We may be outnumbered,” he stated.

“How many?” she asked.

“Four.”

“Just four? Easy.”

Jin snorted giving her an uncertain look. “Remember how easily you got taken out by that guy.”

She flipped him off rolling her eyes. “For your information, he fought dirty and shot me in the chest. I would have won.”

“Yeah, sure. Okay.”

“I’m gonna kick your ass when this is all over,” she hissed.

Jin winked towards her with a smile. “Fine with me.” His face turned serious as he looked out the door. “Alright, on my count we go at them. Okay?”

“Uh-huh.”

He twisted the doorknob as Imogene rolled a tear gas canister out as the smoke poured into the hallway. Imogene and Jin slipped on the riot gear she snagged from the station, covering their nose and eyes with a mask and protective glasses.

She ran at the guards as they coughed trying to see in the gas-filled area. She kicked one to the ground, incapacitating him by knocking the weapon from his hand and putting him in a sleeper hold. Jin almost got distracted by how Imogene was able to take the guard out, getting almost aroused by it. He shook his head as he knocked another guard with the fire extinguisher from the wall.

The last guard coughed as he swung his gun around. “C’mon bastards! Try me!”

He shot into the smoked hallway with Imogene ducking as Jin was clipped in the arm by the bullet. He hit the ground with a grunt.

Imogene crept up behind the guard using her elbow to hit the back of his neck. He groaned letting his gun drop and she kicked it away. He tried to kick her feet out from under her, but she dodged the attack, aiming her fist for his gut. He caught a second wind slamming his fist into her side, making her jerk away. Imogene coughed as she leaned against the wall. The security guard growled wrapping his hands around her throat and squeezed.

“Stupid bitch,” he spat.

She clawed at his hands, trying to get back her stance, but his grip was too strong. Her air supply was shrinking as spots covered her vision. Imogene felt herself grow weak until his hands were removed from her throat. Her eyes fluttered open as she watched Jin put him in a chokehold, teeth grit as the man struggled in the doctor’s grasp. Jin didn’t know his own strength as suddenly a crack was heard in the hallway and the security guard slumped forward, the fight out of him. Jin dropped him stepping back as he trembled.

“I-I killed him.”

Imogene rubbed her throat feeling the sting of the marks. “T-To save me.”

She squeezed his hand as he felt the calmness settle between them. He returned the squeeze as he slipped the keycard out and swiped it to get entry into the office. Imogene grabbed one of the radios from one of the guards and followed him into the room. Jin dropped into one of the chairs and rolled up to the monitors. He began typing at the keyboard searching for any sign of Namjoon, Jungkook, and Taehyung. Imogene finally noticed the blood dripping to the floor and grabbed some paper towels putting pressure on his arm.

“Looks like it just clipped up,” she said assessing his wound.

“Hurts like hell,” he said, wincing.

“Yes, bullets hurt,” she explained with a brow raise.

Jin smirked, turning to look at her. “You lucky I like you.”

Now it was her turn to be flustered. She coughed looking at the monitors. “You see them?”

Jin clicked the mouse bringing up more security footage. “We have over a thousand cameras around this place. I don’t know where he’d hide them.”

Imogene gasped as she shook Jin causing him to cry out from her hitting his injury. “Sorry,” she said hastily as she pointed to a corner screen. “That looks like them! Where is that located?”

Jin knitted his brows as he searched for that particular camera and zoomed in. “That’s one of the labs we use for product testing with pharmaceutical drugs.”

“Is it near the lab we were in last time?”

Jin’s head bobbed. “About a few floors up. Taehyung probably had that lab resealed.”

A twinkle formed Imogene’s eye. “Do you have access to those labs?”

“Possibly.”

“I might have an idea for a diversion.”

---

They walked out of the room, their plan somewhat together. Hopefully, their tactic would work. Jin pulled her to the wall with a nod. It was almost time for them to split up. Before they came to the hallway that forked into two corridors, Jin grabbed her hand. “Be careful, Imogene. I’m serious. I was able to control some of the cameras to give us blind spots, but only for a few minutes at a time. So let’s make this quick.”

“No promises,” she said with a lopsided smile.

Jin couldn’t help but return the smile. “If this works, once we get to them, high tail it out of here. We only get one shot to do this.”

Imogene opened her mouth to protest only to have Jin give her a look that stopped her in her tracks. She closed her mouth waiting for him to speak, even if she wanted to argue back. “I’m serious. All that matters is getting them and yourself out.”

A heavy huff slipped from her lips, but she gave a curt nod. “Fine.”

His eyes softened as he ran his thumb on her cheek delicately. “Please. Just promise me.”

Imogene felt herself lean into his touch instinctively. It was strange. The level of intimacy between them had been physical up until that point, but she found the walls she put up crumbling the more time she spent with him. What he did next almost made her knees buckle. He leaned forward, lifting her chin to press his lips to hers. The kiss was simple, light, chaste. As he dragged away reluctantly, she felt her body pull to his. She looked up at him through her eyelashes. The questions and confusion on her face. Jin merely smirked and squeezed her side.

There would be time to discuss it later. With one last hand squeeze, they parted ways: her to the testing rooms and Jin towards the lower level laboratories. Imogene crept down the corridor being mindful of anything suspicious. Nothing so far, and that's what made her nervous. No signs of life since their run-in with the security guards. Either Taehyung wasn’t here or it was a trap. She could only trek further down, despite the gut-wrenching feeling in her stomach.

In no time she reached the testing area like Jin said. From the security footage, Jungkook and Namjoon were being held in one of the middle rooms. Not the best scenario for an escape, but with Imogene and his plan, things would work out well.

She took the keycard she stole from one of the guards and swiped it. The green light appeared and she slipped inside the darkened room. Namjoon and Jungkook were tied to chairs facing away from each other and blindfolded. She could see the physical signs of assault on their faces. Bruises and cuts littered their skin. She reached them and knelt down in front of Jungkook.

“Kook,” she whispered.

His head lifted from the familiar sound. “Im?” His voice hoarse with a lack of moisture and exhaustion.

“Yeah. It’s me,” she whispered, busying herself with removing his restraints. “How are you?”

“Ribs might be cracked. I’ll live. I’m worried about Namjoon though. They were rougher on him than me.”

After Jungkook was freed, he helped her with Namjoon. The botanist was dazed, most likely had a concussion.

“Joon? Joon, can you hear me,” she asked, looking for any signs of disorientation.

He blinked slowly as his eyes came into focus due to the blindfold. “I-Imogene?”

“Yes? Can you walk?”

“I don’t know.”

“Kook, help him out of the chair.”

Jungkook wrapped Namjoon’s arm around his shoulder and lifted him up. Imogene peered out the door. Still nothing. She motioned for them to follow her down the hall. Jungkook moved slower due to Namjoon’s weight but tried to keep up with Imogene.

“Where’s Jin?”

“Going to the labs,” she answered, looking around for the stairwell Jin told her about. Jungkook raised his eyebrows.

“The very same lab we were locked in? Is he insane”?

“Just trust us. It will be fine,” Imogene said.

“Are you sure about that detective?”

The blood in her veins ran cold as she and Jungkook paused. She turned around to see Taehyung standing there with men decked in military-grade uniforms and guns pointed directly at them. Namjoon groaned against Jungkook’s shoulder. Imogene narrowed her eyes towards Taehyung with a snarl.

“So you decided to finally show up?”

He shrugged. “I’ve always had a flair for the dramatics.” He glanced around at the group. “Where’s my lovely brother? We still haven’t been able to locate him inside the facility. You both did a number on my security guards. Didn’t think you had it in you to kill a few.”

“Weren’t much of a threat,” she spat back.

Taehyung stepped closer to her, grabbing her by her chin and forcing her to look up at him. “It’s a shame I’m going to have to kill you. I would have loved getting you in bed with me.”

Imogene’s eyes hardened as she shoved him away with a hiss. “What even makes you think I’d ever humor giving any time of day?”

Taehyung shrugged. “I prefer my brother’s sloppy seconds.”

She tried to lunge at him as a guard jumped in front grabbing her. Jungkook tried to help only to have another guy smack him in the gut with the end of his rifle. Jungkook howled in pain as he doubled over making Namjoon slipped from his hold. He wobbled as he leaned against the wall.

“Fuck you Taehyung! Instead of helping us, you’re only making this worse!”

“It’s just business, Namjoon,” he stated simply. Snapping his fingers, he looked at his detail. “Get them up and take them to the main floor.”

---

Imogene, Jungkook, and Namjoon sat kneeling on the hard marble floor. Wrists bound, they struggled unable to break the zip ties. Each had a guard standing behind them with a rifle aimed at their heads.

“If they so much as sneeze, shoot,” he instructed.

Taehyung paced back and forth holding a radio in his hand. He turned to Imogene stepping up to her. “I’m going to only ask you this once. Where is Seokjin? I know he’s in here somewhere.”

Imogene shrugged. “Wouldn’t have the slightest idea.”

He took the back of his hand and struck her across the face. Imogene reeled from the force almost making her collapse to the floor. She grunted as she spit out the blood from her mouth. “You hit like a little bitch.”

Taehyung went to hit her again but stopped. “You ain't worth my energy,” he sneered. A sickly smirk appeared on his face as he looked from Jungkook to Namjoon.

“Maybe I need to make an example.” He held his hand out. “Give me a gun.”

One of the guards placed a gun in his hand. Taehyung cocked the release back and pointed it between Jungkook’s eyes.

“Tell me where Jin is or I shoot.”

Imogene became fearful as she saw the madness in Taehyung’s eyes. Jungkook gulped softly. “Im, it’s okay. Don’t tell him what he wants. I promise it’s okay.”

“Kook, I can’t lose you,” she pleaded.

Her partner cast a glance at her giving her a reassuring smile. “Love you, Im.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes. “Fine. Have it your way.”

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, the speakers in the room crinkled to life. “Put the gun down, Tae.”

Taehyung looked around waving the gun wildly.

“Where the fuck are you?”

“It would be smart if you let them go now.”

Taehyung sneered as he motioned the men to branch out in search of Jin. “I don’t think so. Why give up my trump cards?”

“You always played dirty. You’ll pay for laying a hand on Imogene.”

Taehyung let out a harsh laugh, going up to Imogene and running a hand down her throat. She jerked away avoiding his touch the best she could. He chuckled, forcing her to make eye contact with him. “You won’t do anything. Just like with Hani. I can already tell you and the detective fucked. It’s my turn to find out how sweet she tastes.”

Imogene broke from the ziplines using the knife she hid, and press it on Taehyung’s jugular. “Try me, I dare you.”

Jungkook stood, freed of his confines with Namjoon as they pointed guns at him. “For someone who claims to be so confident, you didn’t check us for weapons. Bad on your part.”

Namjoon limped up and whacked Taehyung in the nose with the butt of the gun. “Bastard,” he spat.

Taehyung yelled in pain as his nose began to spurt blood. Jungkook gave a warning shot to the guards with a growl. “Drop the weapons, now.”

An all-out shootout began as the team jumped behind one of the desks as bullets ricocheted into the lobby.

“Careful you idiots! Don’t hit the glass!” Taehyung pinched his nose as he tried to shoot at them. Imogene looked up at the speaker with a scowl.

“Now would be a good time for the next part of our plan Jin!”

Suddenly the siren alarms began to blare over the speakers. A red light went off, almost plunging the lobby into complete darkness. Namjoon looked around bewildered.

“W-What’s going on?”

Imogene checked the amount of ammo she had left and glanced towards the entrance. “On my mark. We run. Just shoot and run. Save your bullets,” she whispered.

Jungkook gave her a curt nod. “Whatever you had planned, better work.”

“It will.”

Jin's voice crinkled over the speaker once more, the amusement in his voice. “Hope you have enough bullets brother.”

The bell from the elevators chimed and guttural moans and hisses cut in the dark. Namjoon gripped his gun tight.

“Shit.”

The next thing they know, the creatures came running out screeching to attack. Imogene stood clipping one between the eyes. “Now! Make a path to the door.”

Jungkook knocked a few trying to surround them as they ran for the doors. Namjoon shot wildly trying to hit as many as he could. Taehyung and his men forgot about the team as they tried to focus on the creatures trying to have them for their next meal.

Imogene fought through the hoard as they made their way to the doors.

C'mon Jin. Where are you?

As if he heard her, a large truck pulled up to the front. Imogene pointed to it looking over her shoulder at Namjoon and Jungkook. “Head for that truck!”

Namjoon sprinted, ignoring the pain in his leg as he threw open the double doors to the truck. Jungkook wasn’t far behind. Imogene came up the rear just as a bullet ripped into her shoulder. She crashed to the floor with a grunt. Taehyung grabbed at her trying to shake her.

“You bitch, you did this!”

She took the heel of her palm and slammed it into Taehyung’s nose as he yowled. “You killed all those people you asshole. You’re only getting what you deserved!”

She kicked him off her as he fell near the creatures. Taehyung was quickly taken over as the hoard went for him as the blood attracted them to him. He searched for his gun frantically as he watched his men get torn to shreds. One scratched at his arm as another bit into his leg. Hot tears streaked his face as he struggled to get out of their grasp but it was too late.

His screams pierced the air as he was eaten alive by the hoard. Imogene stood clutched her wound, backing away as the creatures feasted on Taehyung. One sniffed the air and made eye contact with her and let out a screech.

“Fuck!”

She turned and ran out the door as their attention turned to her. Jungkook snatched up by the hand yanking her into the truck as Jin pulled off with the tires screeching. The hoards began chasing them down the street. Jungkook put a cloth on her gunshot wound to stop the bleeding as Imogene shot Jin a sour look.

“Took you long enough!”

Jin cut his eyes to her before returning to the road. “Listen, I had a run-in with those things too. I almost got bit!”

She rolled her eyes. “Excuses.” She clenched her teeth as her shoulder throbbed. She glanced over the car seat. “Is that it all?”

He nodded, still keeping a fair distance between them and the hoard. “You were going to be a shooter, but you’re injured. Have Jungkook do it.”

Namjoon rested against the window. “Wait, what do you both have planned?”

“You’ll see.” Imogene took over holding the cloth to her shoulder. “Kook, your job is to throw those blood bags out the back of the truck and shoot them open. We need to keep those things chasing us.”

Jungkook hummed in understanding as he jumped to the back of the truck. “I don’t want to waste bullets though. We may need them for later.” He rummaged through the large bag full of weapons he compiled from the station. “I’ll use an arrow from the crossbow.”

Namjoon looked up bewildered as he joined Jungkook. “Why the hell do you have a crossbow?”

“This is from my own collection. Never know when you’ll need it,” he answered.

Namjoon shook his head in disbelief as he grabbed some of the blood bags. “Jin we’re ready when you are!”

Jin pressed a button, opening the truck bed. The lid slid open slowly as they got a look at the hoards still chasing them. Imogene twisted in her seat. “Just throw a bag every couple feet. They need to follow the scent!”

Jungkook pierced the first bag and chucked it out of the truck. It splattered on the ground as the hoards pressed on. Namjoon threw another as they seemed to pick up speed.

“Um Jin,” Namjoon said holding on to a strap to keep from toppling over.

“Yeah Joon?”

“Speed the fuck up!”

“They’re gaining speed!”

Jungkook threw more bags as a trail of blood seeped from the trunk. One particular zombie was almost able to grip the truck bumper to jump in.

“Holy shit!” Jungkook kicked it in the face as it clambered on to fall moments later. “I-I think we got their attention! Are we almost there?!”

“A few more miles!”

Jin shifted gears as they sped up, the sight of the Banpo Bridge loomed on the horizon. Imogene gripped Jin’s arm as they reached the river’s edge.

“Get out and grab whatever weapons you need!”

They scrambled out, the sounds of the hoard not too far behind. Namjoon grabbed his side as he held one of the handguns. “Where are we going?”

Jin pointed out on the ice. “There.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened like a deer in headlights. “Are you out of your mind? Is that going to hold us all?”

Imogene sniffed as the air grew colder. “It’s our only chance of surviving this.”

Jin helped her over the guardrail as they descended the slope being mindful of the ice. The wind blew harshly as the snow began to pick up causing a flurry.

Jungkook wrapped his coat tighter around his body. “Fighting in a snowstorm?”

“Better than nothing,” Imogene snapped, trying to ignore the sting from her wound. They stood backs to each other in a circle, guns, and weapons ready to fight.

I hope this works.

Jin pulled a few flares out, lighting them and putting them around them. “Don’t start to shoot until they are on the ice.” He gave them all looks of understanding. “We kill them all or take some with us.”

They all muttered in unison staring into the darkness past the flares.

Hisses and growls grew louder as the hoard tumbled down towards the river. They darted across the ice ready to make meals out of the group.

Jungkook gave off the first shot and the carnage began. Each began shooting and dodging the zombies outreached arms, making the group break apart. Imogene kicked one down, shooting in between the eyes as one tried to jump on her back. She sidestepped letting it lose its footing and she shot it once before going to another.

Jin swiped the flare at the ones surrounding him keeping them at bay. They hissed trying to get at him as he shot at him. Jungkook was to his left throwing off a few using his combat moves. He ran over to assist Namjoon as they fought against them.

Imogene felt the fatigue set in. Between the blood loss and exhaustion, she could barely keep up. Her muscles screamed in protest. There were still too many of them.

“Imogene!”

Please be safe

She cocked her gun at the onslaught of the undead. With the wind blowing hard, she wasn’t sure if she was hitting any targets.

“Aim for the heads!” She roared over the wind.

They just kept coming at them. It seemed never ending. Imogene lost track of how many times she reloaded her gun. Behind cold clotting them in the face, or kicking some back, she knew she couldn’t give up. After fighting off two particular stubborn zombies, she heard Jungkook yell from across the ice.

“Im, look out!”

“C-Captain?”

His eyes unfocused and blood dripping from his lips. He hissed trying to swipe at her. Imogene stepped back.

“Capt–Yoongi, it’s me, Imogene. Please.”

The snarl dropped from his face as his head dipped in recognition. She choked back a sob, lowering her gun. “Y-You see me?”

Jin could see the scene unfolding as horror caught on his face, he pushed through the hoard trying to reach her. “Imogene! No! Stay away!”

“Imogene!!!!”

~~~

Imogene struggled as she tried to push off Yoongi. Her strength was depleting little by little. Tears mixed with the sweat as she tried with all her might to break free. Jungkook and Namjoon ran over to Jin trying to get to Imogene. Jin felt a crack under the ice.

Of course!

“Shoot the ice!”

Namjoon and Jungkook shot at the ice, hardly making a dent.

“It’s too thick!”

“We gotta keep trying! Keep shooting!”

Namjoon stood still aiming at the hoard. “I’ll cover you!” He was quickly overtaken being bitten on his leg by one. He fell to the ground and the hoard covered him. Jin narrowly avoided being bitten until one jumped onto his back, biting his shoulder. He yelled pushing it away as it scrambled to eat more.

One particular big zombie charged onto the ice at them. It seemed as if time slowed down. Jungkook pushed Jin out the way as the zombie bit into his arm. He cried out taking the zombie over his shoulder and throwing him into the ground with all his might. The force broke the ice and everyone in the vicinity fell into the water. Darkness engulfed them all as their bodies sank deeper into the river.

Jin felt weightless as his eyes opened underwater. He could see the parasites scrambling from his wounds. With a gargled shout, he swam up. His lungs nearly gave out as he breached the surface. He gripped the ice and hoisted himself up.

Shivering he looked around. “Namjoon! Jungkook! Imogene!”

Bubbles covered the top of the water as Namjoon and Jungkook emerged, each holding onto one of Imogene’s arms. Jin ran over to assist them pulling them all out of the water. Each shivering and coughing. Imogene held onto Jin as her teeth chattered.

“You bastard, we did it.”

Jin let out a breathy sigh, resting his head on her shoulder. “Fuck, it actually worked.”

Namjoon rested against Jungkook with a loud sigh. “You saved us Jin. Thank you.”

Jungkook held up a thumbs-up sign as he closed his eyes.

“I never wanna do that again.”

They all let out a laugh, resting on the bank.

The faint sound of helicopter blades loomed overhead. “This is the KNP! Please identify yourselves!”

She and Jungkook waved their badges in the air as the light flashed on them. Imogene looked up with the faintest scowl. “Took them long enough.”

---

The smell of coffee wafts through the apartment. Imogene let out a yawn as she pulled back the comforter and padded across the floor towards the kitchen. Sasha saw the door open and jumped off the couch to greet her. Imogene smiled as she reached down to scratch the puppy behind her ears.

“Good morning Sasha.”

Strong arms wrapped around her waist pulling her against his frame. She melted into the touch as his lips found their way to the back of her neck. Imogene turned facing him with a smirk.

“That’s certainly a better greeting,” she said kissing his lips. “Good morning to you too, Dr. Kim.”

Jin's eyes crinkled from his smile. “Sleep well?”

“Mhmm.” She toyed with his tie for a moment. “You meet with the board members today?”

Jin sighed with a nod. “After the mess Taehyung made, there’s been some damage control.”

Their faces darkened at the thoughts from the past few months. Imogene reached for the scar covering her neck and shoulder instinctively. Sure they recovered physically, but there would always be that fear. Waking up into another nightmare. She went over to the television and turned it on. Sasha planted herself in her lap as the news came on. The newscaster cleared her throat as she glanced down at the tablet.

“Sources say that the virus has been put under control and vaccines will be available after trials finish. The mystery of the water supply has yet to be explained, but Bangtan LabCorp and the government are working closely together to come up with precautions to avoid another pandemic–”

Imogene muted the news with a frown. “So they’re covering everything up? And using a pandemic as the excuse.”

“Yeah. I know, I’m not happy either, because it rewrites all the things we’ve done.”

He knelt in front of Imogene squeezing her hands. “I refuse for Yoongi’s death to be in vain. Me and Namjoon are still working on a cure. I want to avoid this from happening ever again.”

Imogene leaned forward kissing his forehead before pressing hers to it. “Thank you, Jin.”

He caressed her cheek as Sasha looked up and barked at him. They laughed as he petted her head. “No Sasha, you’re always my special number one girl.”

Jin gave Imogene a quick peck on the lips as he straightened up. “I’m going to be late. You have to go in today?”

She nodded as Sasha jumped off her lap. “Yeah still got a lot to clean with the force. I might be home late.”

Jin grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him. “I’ll wait up.”

“You better,” she teased, kissing him again.

---

Jin rubbed his eyes as he stared around the table. These men made him sick, but they held the cards for the moment. Yes now he was the CEO of Bangtan LabCorp, but it made him feel icky. He wanted nothing more than to destroy the legacy of the facility, but it had resources. Ones he could use for good. Spring was making way for summer and he had yet to find a cure.

With a sigh, he paced the boardroom testing the words in his mouth.

“How has the recovery been from the bodies in the lake?”

“Everyone has been retrieved and burned,” one stated looking over the papers.

Jin nodded curtly. “There cannot be any traces of the flower. It must all be destroyed. By any means necessary. Keep me posted. I will continue my research and get back to you.”

They adjourned as Jin walked into his office. With a groan, he loosened his tie just as his phone chimed. Namjoon’s face appeared on the screen wanting to Facetime him. He slid his finger across the green button as his face appeared for Namjoon to see.

The botanist waved from what looked like a park bench. Dahyun appeared in the frame waving with a grin. Jin chuckled and waved back.

“Hi, Seokjin! Hope you and Imogene are well.”

“Babe, don’t hog the screen I need to talk to Jin. Go grab some ice cream,” he suggested.

She pouted but got up. “I better see you two here soon! I mean it!”

“We will. I promise Dahyun,” Jin said, crossing his heart.

She disappeared from the frame as Namjoon’s face returned with a deep sigh. “It's a miracle she was away when everything happened.”

“Have you told her anything?”

“Just parts. I don’t want to scare her.”

“That’s smart,” Jin answered. He paused before continuing. “How’s it on Jeju Island?”

“I went back to the falls and destroyed all traces of the plant,” he said, removing his glasses and rubbing the spot between his eyes. “I’ve kept a microscopic slide of the strain and a small plant sample to see about making a cure. Nothing so far.”

“That’s what I told the board members,” Jin replied.

Namjoon rolled his eyes. “They're still saying it was a water issue?”

“Yeah.”

“They really don’t want to give you credit for what you did,” Namjoon said bitterly.

“Correction, all of us played a part in this. I would have been screwed without you, Jungkook, and Imogene. We made it possible,” Jin corrected.

“Well, you saved my life more than once. Thank you, friend,” Namjoon said quietly.

“You’re family,” Jin said with a smile.

The younger male smiled wide as his dimples formed. Namjoon’s eyes looked off-screen and Jin could hear Dahyun approaching. He knew their call was coming to end. Jin smirked as he watched her hand Namjoon an ice cream and waved into the camera.

“I’ll let you both go to enjoy the day. Joon, I’ll send you an email sometime this week.”

Namjoon nodded with a small. “Great. Send Imogene and Jungkook my best.”

“Will do.”

They clicked off ending the call. Jin swiveled in his chair to look at the cityscape. Were they safe? While it had been awhile and no reports of any outbreaks had hit the news, something still ate at Jin’s subconscious.

---

Imogene dropped down into her chair groaning over the amount of paperwork that littered her desk. A knock came at the door and she signaled for Jungkook to enter. The fresh ink on his arm flexed as he placed another folder on the desk. He plopped down in the chair with a groan.

“How ya been?”

She gestured to the desk earning a laugh from him. “Not what I had in mind when they put me in as a temporary sergeant.”

“When did they say the new captain was joining?”

“Another week or so,” she answered, flipping through the papers.

“Why don’t you take the test? You’re qualified,” he chirped up.

Imogene shot him a look and rolled her eyes. “You know as well as I do that ain't happening. I’m a walking talking lawsuit. Remember?”

Jungkook shrugged. “Minus that, you showed nothing but heart and dedication from before,” his voice lowered, and leaned closer in his chair. “You saved my life, Park. If that’s not worth a promotion, I don't know what is.”

Imogene felt her cheeks warm and she let out a cough. “Yeah. Yeah. How’s the clean up going?”

“Slowly. There was a lot of damage to the city, but you know the big wigs are sweeping in under the rug.”

“Yeah, don’t remind me. Jin let me know.”

“How’s he doing? Are you both doing well?”

Jungkook saw a slight pink hue cover her face. She was definitely smitten with the doctor. “W-We’re fine. It’s weird ya know. I never saw myself as...domestic.”

Jungkook tilted his head back and laughed. “It’s certainly a surprise. Are you still seeing your therapist?”

“I plan to go some time this week. It’s a miracle he survived that whole outbreak. Got a call from him last week and we scheduled.”

She stood grabbing her sunglasses. “C’mon I need lunch. This can wait until we get back. You’re helping me, too.” She poked his stomach earning him a whine.

“Only if you pay for my food,” he teased.

“Yeah. Sure. Whatever,” she stated with a smirk.

Jungkook followed her out as a thought came to mind. “Hey, were you able to find out about that person from the B&E from before?”

She shook her head. “No, why?”

Jungkook shrugged. “Nothing weird, but like I went back to that warehouse. Maybe there was some DNA left from before. I found some blood. Who knows? I sent it to the lab just in case.”

“Keep me posted,” she said as they got into his car.

---

Fingers tapped on the railing. Eyes darted to the lower level. With a smirk, the figure stepped down the stairs to check the progress. The purple flowers on the resurrection plant bloomed in the pots around. Smirking, they touched the leaves fondly before turning to the group of people toiling over making vials filled with purple liquid. One looked up from their progress to see the hooded figure standing them.

“Sir, I didn’t realize you were here.”

“I was able to slip away from the city. What’s the progress?”

“We were able to retrieve a plant from Jeju Island before they were destroyed. After splicing a piece of it, we've been able to create a hybrid plant.”

The man nodded in approval. “I want a full analysis of the results. Keep me posted,” he said walking away.

After walking a few steps, he pulled off his hood leaning against a window, looking out to the sunny city view.

“I promise to avenge your death Taehyung. It won’t be in vain. We’ll finish your legacy.” He glanced down at his phone fondly at the picture of him and Taehyung from their university years.

The phone rang as the name Park Imogene crossed the screen. With a sneer, he hit the button and answered.

“Yes? Oh yes, Detective. We’re still on for our appointment this week. See you then.”

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