#sorry got fixated on the word spilled lmao

[stvharrngton]

🔥; steve + p-pregnancy... not breeding...

hi nonnie, here it is! once again i got a little carried away with this lmao so i hope you enjoy <3 thank you for requesting dear!

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, pregnancy, descriptions of pregnancy, fingering

taglist: @sweetiestevie @dukesmebby @sw34terw34ther @sweetbabygirlsworld

1k celebration

Steve thought the best day of his life was when he met you. The girl of his dreams, he would tell everyone, the one he wants to spend forever with. That was until you handed him the pregnancy test with the two little pink lines on. Now that, that was the best day of his life.

You both wanted kids, both wanted a family together but it wasn’t something you were necessarily planning for at this current moment but you were thrilled nonetheless. 

Still, you weren’t that far along. About three or four months or so. You’d just started showing, your stomach starting to swell with a small bump. Your breasts growing a cup size and becoming a lot more sensitive. But Steve? Steve was all over you, all the time.

You weren’t entirely sure what had gotten into him, something about the way your body was changing, how you were carrying his baby, really did a number on his brain and his cock. His hands were always wandering, exploring. His lips soft against any exposed skin he could find.

So when you arrived back home from the doctor’s office, Steve’s hands immediately found your waist, his lips crashing to yours as he walked you backwards towards the couch. He laid you back against the cushions, his large frame towering over yours.

Your hands found purchase on his broad shoulders as his lips moved to your neck, pressing soft kisses on the skin there. His fingers dug into the space below your ribs as he sat comfortable in the space between your legs.

“The doctor’s office really gets you goin’, huh, Steve?” Your tone was light and teasing, a smirk spreading across your face.

Steve hummed against your neck, his tongue darting out to lick at the shell of your ear.

“‘M sorry baby, you just look so pretty, I can’t help myself.” He groaned, his hips rolling against your core absentmindedly.

“Pretty?” You chuckled, your fingers finding their way into Steve’s hair, pads raking through his soft locks, “Steve, my stomach is covered in stretch marks and my ankles are swelling by the minute.”

He pulled away from your neck, a pout on his pretty pink lips. He brought his hand to cup your cheek, thumb rubbing over the skin there, “Yeah, pretty. You’re so amazing, yeah? So pretty, so hot and so sexy,” Steve kissed the tip of your nose now, his word vomit of compliments making you giggle, “you’re so beautiful. Let me show you, please?”

You didn’t respond, you couldn’t, scared that the sob in your throat would spill out. So you nodded, pulling him down so you could press your lips to his. This kiss was different, it was heated, it was passionate. A kiss that said I love you so much and I’m yours for as long as you’ll have me.

A shallow moan tumbled past your lips as Steve licked into your all pretty, his tongue mixing together with yours so perfectly. You felt his hands wander down your body, his fingers brushing over your tits, his palms groping the flesh over the cups. You keened at the feeling, the sensitivity going straight to your core.

Your hips bucked up into Steve’s, a low raspy sound leaving his throat as your clothed pussy rutted over the bulge in his pants. His lips found your neck again, licking and sucking their way down to your collarbones, his fingers pushing up the material of your shirt.

“Fuck,” he breathed, “you’re perfect. So, so, perfect.”

His eyes moved down your body, fixated on the swell of your stomach. He lent down to press soft kisses all over the skin there, heart swelling a million times over at what it meant for you both. He popped the button on your pants, sitting back up to pull the material down your legs.

Your delicate white cotton panties sitting pretty over your cunt, a little wet patch donning the material. Steve groaned at the sight, teeth teasing his bottom lip as his thumb came to rub over your dampness.

“Stevie, please.” You begged, hips canting up to meet the movement of his thumb. Your lips pursed together as your brows pinched, your pretty doe eyes blinking up at him.

“Oh, don’t worry, pretty girl,” Steve hushed you, fingers hooking underneath the hem of your underwear, “I’ll give you what you want.” He spoke, pulling the soft cotton down your legs.

Before Steve could let his fingers wander to your sopping core, you fisted the collar of his shirt bringing him down to you. Your lips crashing to his, a mumble against his lips, “You’re wearing too many clothes, Harrington.” 

He chuckled against your lips, “Don’t drop the H-bomb on me during sex, babe, come on.” He sat back up, pulling the shirt from his body, throwing it somewhere he’d worry about later, “Better?”

“Better.” You mumbled as you brought his lips to yours once more, his hand finding its way back to your pussy, a single finger teasing your entrance. Yours found their way down his firm chest, nails raking through the smattering of hair that decorated his pecs.

Steve sunk his finger into you, his thumb rubbing lazy circles on your throbbing clit. He hummed against your lips, “Such a pretty pussy, baby. She’s just begging to be filled, huh?”

“Oh, yeah, please Steve,” you whined, head a little dizzy. Your pussy soaked and aching, “Wanna be filled, want your cock.”

Steve removed his fingers from your core as they found their way to your mouth, a groan leaving his throat as you sucked them past your lips, tasting yourself on his fingers, “Hmm, look so pretty when you beg, honey.”

He made quick work of pushing his jeans and boxers down to his thighs, fingers wrapping around his thick cock as he pumped himself a couple times before lining himself up with your entrance. He pushed in slowly, a high pitched whine leaving your lips as your snug pussy fluttered around him.

Steve began to roll his hips slowly, your walls clenching around him with every thrust of his cock into your tight hole. He brought his hand to yours, lacing your fingers together at the side of your head, his forehead resting against your own.

“Oh, my pretty girl,” he hushed your whimpers with his lips, his other hand coming to rest on your stomach, “such a good girl, honey, fuck. You’ll make such a good Mom.”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, lashes fluttering against your cheeks as his words sunk in. You bucked your hips to meet his thrusts, the coil in your lower stomach already tightening. Fingers finding their way into his hair once more, you tugged on the ends, pulling a sweet groan from the man above you.

Steve picked up the pace now but still so soft and deep, the tip of his cock brushing against that spot he always managed to find. His cheeks flushed pink as his jaw went slack, mouth hanging agape as the moans tumbled past his lips. Becoming ever louder and higher in pitch.

“Steve, baby,” you cried out, “‘m gonna cum, want you to make me feel good. Oh, please? Please, fuck me full?”

You were a little dizzy, head up in the clouds at how good Steve was making you feel. A shiver ran down your spine, your skin dewy and hot to the touch. Your slick leaking all over Steve and down to his jeans that were bunched around his thighs.

“Yeah?” He breathed, “Fuck, can you say it, baby? Huh? Tell me, need to hear it.” Steve moved his fingers down to your clit now, rubbing firmly at the bundle of nerves.

“Steve,” you whimpered, back arching out, pushing your chest into the coarse hair that littered his, “Love you. Fuck, I love you.”

The ministrations on your clit pushed you over the edge, a whirlwind of emotions wracked your body like a tidal wave. Your thighs quaked as your walls clenched around Steve, coaxing his own orgasm from him. Ropes of hot cum painted your pussy, his hips still canting into yours as he cried out your name in a high pitched whine.

Steve collapsed into you as his chest heaved, his brow slick with sweat. Your fingers stroked through his hair, your other hand rubbing at his back soothingly. You felt him smile into the crook of your neck, his lips moving to press soft kisses to your shoulder.

He picked himself up, forehead resting against your own as he pressed a sweet kiss to the tip of your nose,

“Love you, too.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things smut #stranger things fanfiction #Anonymous #k.fic #request #stvharrngton1k

[deputy-buck]

Dom!Bill/Sub!Jay oral fixation kink for the moodboard WIP ask 👀👀

Thank you for sendin this!!!! Also sorry it's so late, I got caught up in a lot of shit and now I'm sick with god knows what lmao- HOPE YA LIKE IT!!

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I Want To Feel You From The Inside

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In the safety of Jay's home, they finally give in to their desires. The desire to touch and kiss and love another man. The need to feel that they're alive swells so large it makes it hard to breathe.

The dynamic comes naturally; Bill takes the lead with his brash personality and over-attentive eyes, and Jay follows each of Bill's words to a T with his naivety, the urge to serve and please too strong to hold back any longer. It's sweet. This is how they were meant to live, fully at each other's will.

"What's the easiest mess to clean?" Bill asks, a bit condescending but full of heat. He lets his hands wander along Jay's lithe arms and up to his neck, caressing the pale, delicate skin. He wonders how easy it would be to leave marks there: bites, bruises, signs that the boy is owned. Bill gently cups his boy's cheek, swiping his thumb over the soft, plush lips that have consumed his every waking thought since they met on that god-forsaken island.

"The one you don't make." Jay mumbles embarrassed and shy, he's pretty sure he knows what Bill is talking about. His tongue peeks past his lips, wetting them, anticipating Bill's thumb to slip past his teeth. And it does, same as it has many times before. The familiar tang of salt and skin floods his mouth as Bill rubs the pad of his thumb back and forth along Jay's tongue, pressing in til Jay's teeth scrape the meat of his hand, forcing saliva to pool and eventually spill, dripping down his wrist.

Despite being older than Bill, Jay clearly doesn't have the level of experience or confidence that Bill does. If he's being honest, he envies the younger man because of it. But that doesn't stop the surge of heat to Jay's belly at the thought of Bill doing as he pleases to him. Surrendering himself and allowing Bill to take and take and take; Jay wishes he was able to let go sooner, let Bill take control.

“That's right, doll. Will you make a mess when you suck my dick?” Maybe he could have phrased it a little lighter, but where's the fun in that when this makes Jay's cheeks flush a bright, petty pink. Bill slips his thumb from his boy's mouth, shining with spit.

“No… I don't think I will…”

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#bill leyden #jay de l'eau #bill/jay #leyden/de l'eau #the pacific #moodboard #buck builds #buck backtalks

[white-poppie]

Chaotic Tokyorev  Headcanons

A/N: This is very chaotic so be warned. Who said woman can’t be funny? Kiss my ass :3

(Bonus: Random memes i found)

Tokyo 卍 Revengers (東京卍リベンジャーズ)

Mikey

Manz has severe like severeee indigestion problems. Like all this guy does is eat and sleep?? So he burps so loud. Imagine being in a meeting, complete silence, lots of focus and this midget just goes BURRRPPP.

He is so hecking annoying like bro stop sending Beluga videos at 3AM, poor Draken is trying to sleep.

He once changed Draken’s ringtone to CPR by Cuppcake. They were in a meeting and Draken recieved a call,oh boy, entire of Toman saw Draken’s dArK ImPulSes while the background music kept playing. “I am here to serve you customer service~~”

Draken

Man is too tall to be in Japan lmao, that one time he was walking with Mikey, he miscalculated how much he would need to bend to enter the door way. Ended up bonking his face straight into the wall.

He is barely ever sleep at night, reasons: overthinking, living in a brothel and most importantly, Baji and Mikey who send him random videos that he has to pretend to not find funny. Like that one time Baji sent him a video of Spongebob saying ‘YOAIMO’ on loop.

He is so quiet sometimes you would think there is something wrong. What actually goes in his mind is: ‘What if Baji suddenly shat in his pants again in the middle of a fight?’ or ‘if the earth is round, is it Mikey’s fault?’

Draken:

Me: 🦗🦟🦗🦟🦗

Baji

is the kind of person who’s only response to any kind of insult is “YoUr MoM.”

Like Mf its not my mom who cried because I had to repeat a school year. 

You : “Baji you look like shit.”  Baji: “jOe MAmA” *insert windshield wiper laugh*  My guy, you aint funny 😐😑

He once went to Ken saying, “Oi do you know Draken?” Draken is like: 😐 brother wut Baji: DRAKEN DEEZ NUTS-

(He ended up face flat on ground that day)

Chifuyu

Best boy 😤

I just knowww he reads soo much smut and weirdass wattpad books. Like the books he reads are so Satire.

the shit is like: marked by the alpha, sold to the mafia boss by my parents, kidnapped by One direction,  BTS are my bullies and I fall in love with them and  the vampire is my mate.

I don’t even need to be told twice. He is a twice stan, no questions asked. e was home alone and was playing some songs while bathing. After he came out a particular song: TT by Twice started playing and boi he couldn’t resist dancing. He wasn’t aware that baji had come home and the door was a little open, Baji saw him dancing with exaggerated steps with only a towel .

In case you wanna see the steps: https://youtube.com/clip/UgkxG_GPqC87wi8QjUpoI4IbwcPmo3flsJpS

Kazutora

He gets anxious so easilyy (he is me, I am him).

Once he was with Chifuyu helping in the ship, stalking one of the crates he by mistake dropped an item on Chifuyu’s leg.

He got confused between saying:  ‘Are you okay?’ and ‘I am sorry’

He ended up yelling at his face, “ARE YOU SORRY?” And Chifuyu is just like: 🙂 tf you high on dood?

He has some...interesting choice of words when it comes to certain things. Like one time Chifuyu and him were watching a movie and he randomly went, “damn, her Tatas are so big.” Chifuyu ended up spilling the cold drink on his tatas due to laughing so much instead.

If bad things happen in your life, don’t blame yourself-

Mitsuya

Okay so we know he is an amazing brother you takes good care of his sisters. But for some reason the rest of toman also expects him to take care of them?

Like that one time when Baji set fire to car when people were still inside and he was forced to apologize to a veryy naked couple in the middle of the road at that time.

Or when when a girl was fixated upon Hakkai and he had to pretend to be his boyfriend to drive her off.

And also at the time when a very sleepy Mikey showed up in the middle of the night asking him for some snacks and everything was finished so he made him have half-cooked rice with peanut butter. 

Hakkai

Pretty Boyyy🥺❤❤ And also fruity icon. Mf have you seen his wallpaper? “Takaa channn”

The Tiktok kid who puts TW on the weirdest of things. Like: TW! : bunny-hats, dirty shoes and sometimes even TW! Asian ppl. My love, you ARE Asian.

He forgets about how huge he is sometimes, so he ends up breaking so many things.

Like that one time Mitsuya dared him to hold a girl’s hand. He did so, she felt comfortable and they started walking, he suddenly lifted his arm up and that poor girl was dangling like a keychain:  🧍‍♀️ 🙋‍♂️. Thank fully her arm didn’t break, but he never held hands with anyone again.

hands and doors aren’t the only things this boy can break

HMMM... lets take a moment and think about Hakkai’s wallpaper :))

Sanzu

All we accept in this house is Sanzu slander :)) 

Sanzu stans be jumping red flags like its olympics all year

Mf got so high once, he started humping a tree...in a kids park.

A parent came upto him and asked, “sir what are you, doing, this is a kids park, please keep that in mind.”

He looked dead in their eye, blinked and said, “Oh, I am sorry, I’ll turn on my kiddie mode.” (2 minutes later)

Sanzu: “WHAT DOES A FOX SAY?” Kids:  Ring-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!!

Also once he said to Bonten Mikey that his hair  looks like that of a karen. Ran and Rindou feared for his life that day.

Unironically says YEET when he throws something.

Has a group chat with Ran and Rindou called The Boyz 🥶🔥⛓

JOJO NO KIMYO NA BOKEN AIZU OIFU HEABWEN

Smiley ( Kawata Nahoya)

This boy right here is a menace to society.

This guy has so much lice in his hair. He never washes it. Souya was once looking at him picking something from his hair and chewing it. Mf was picking out lice and eating it like a hecking monkey. (Bro how did you not get Aids by now?)

He sleep-talks. A lot. Him and Souya were sleeping one day and baby boy started whimpering. Poor Angry thought he was having a bad dream and tried to wake him up. He ended up getting kicked in the face while him yelling “WHAT DA DOG DOIN?”

He once thought that him and Souya should name their attacks like those in MHA and Naruto.  The neighbours were just looking at them yelling while standing 4 feet away from each other like:  🧍‍♂️  and yelling like Naruto and Sasuke “SOUYAAA” “NAHOYAA” “SOUYAAA” “NAHOYAA” “ROUNDO HOUSEO KICKKEU!!” ”ONE PUNCHO IN YOUR FACEUU!!” and all this while standing like a statue.

“DIE, YAY, MURDER, YAY” : Master Oogway

Angry (Kawata Souya)

This little gremlin, he is so pretty:(((

He is so respectful that its funny. 

So once he had a s/o. They were all dressed up for him, *wink wonk*. So they are just lying there like draw me like one of your french girls. And bro he opened the door. Stood there staring into their soul for a few seconds, turned around and slammed the door in their face while yelling, “I am sorry I should have knocked!” Ruined the whole mood.

His brother knows everything that happens in his life. Your crush on Mitsuya? Smileys knows. You skipping a class? Smiley knows. The time when Chifuyu tried to subtly fart? Smiley knows. Baji’s crappy “Deez” jokes? Smiley KNOWS.

He just such a cute little and fragile dandelion UwU who can turn Ran into Ranabelle UwU.

Shuji Hanma

As much as I hate this bitch...he is hot in the timeskip only)

You think Hakkai was bad? He makes wholeass overdramatic TikTok povs. Shit is like: “I am your boyfriend and the police is arresting me.” Mf goes  making such weird faces. 

He gets sooo mad when you compare him to Nishinoya from Haikyuu.

He also says “SHEESH’ and lip-bites obnoxiously

Oh did I forget to mention about how he tried to  make that one video of doing the ‘bapsae’ hip thrust? I am talking about this thing. Yeah...dude lost his balance due to bending too much, mf was so AGRESSIVE when I tell you. It wasn’t even hot anymore, looked like he was having an itch. smh

The clip: https://youtube.com/shorts/dX6RTlhW2ZY?feature=share

Tokyo 卍 Revengers (東京卍リベンジャーズ)

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[doctorgerth]

Hello, how ya been? Could you do “Wanna, like- I mean if you’re not busy... We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?” 'n Confession for Killer, X Drake or Bartolomeo with a female reader, fluffy, mild nsft n all that, where they like are talking to her the morning after the naughties and they're trynna ask her on a date (I hope that isn't too much expansion lmao-)

Thanks in advance uwu

❥ “Enchanted” - Valentine’s Day Event Scenario [ 2 / 14 ]

❥ prompt: “Wanna, like- I mean if you’re not busy we could get lunch? Or even just a coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?”

❥ theme: Confession

❥ pairing: Drake x F!Reader

❥ warnings: light ns.fw, one night stands, implied drunk sex, brief mention of reptilian/dino sex

❥ word count: 1k

❥ a/n: apologetic, blushy Drake is my weakness. 🤧 it was nice to explore a more casual side of him! I hope he’s not too ooc in this. thanks so much for this request, my love!!

Feather-like touches tickled against your skin, jolting you awake with a sharp inhale that startled both you and the stranger in your bed.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

A distant, hardly recognizable voice called out from behind you. You rubbed at your eyes, adjusting to the warm lighting of the bedroom that was most definitely not yours. As you took in the scenery, your eyes fixated on the tall wardrobe, then the mahogany desk that was adorned with a dingy vanity mirror and what appeared to be your undergarments. You were in a hotel room and the memories of last night at last became clearer; alluring memories of an incredibly handsome and adorably blushy redhead filling in the gaps.

Turning to face him, you silently prayed that your memories weren’t distorted and he had retained the handsome imagery your mind was currently painting in your headspace. As you locked eyes with him, you audibly sighed, not hiding your beaming smile as he was just as sexy as you remembered; even more so with sleep heavy in his eyes and the aftermath of last night’s events laced through his disheveled hair and printed along the pale skin of his neck like a work of art.

“It’s okay. I shouldn’t sleep too much longer anyway.” You stretched your body to life, yawning as you did so. His brows furrowed in concern as you lightly hissed when your muscles quickly reminded you how sore they actually were.

“I got you some water.” His head notioned over to the nightstand where a tall glass of water never looked so good.

“How chivalrous of you.” You sat up and covered your body with the sheets, or rather, what was left of them, and unabashedly chugged the water.

He chuckled, “Well, you did call me Mr. Chivalry last night.”

It was your turn to blush at the memories of your overbearingly flirtatious slurs of that silly nickname. You didn’t want to admit you had forgotten his real name already, but you figured you wouldn’t be able to hide your fuzzy memory for long.

“I’m sorry about that. Could you remind me…?”

“Don’t worry about it - it’s Drake. Truthfully, I don’t remember yours either and I was hoping you’d be the first one to bring up the names.”

You playfully smacked his arm, “You sneaky bastard! I’m going to have to deduct some chivalry points for that one.” He laughed this time, loudly, and it made your heart beat wildly in your chest. You were sure he could hear it too. “You’ll be paying for all of this too, as recompense.”

He groaned as you held up a tattered pillow, feathers spilling out of the seams, “I’m sorry, it seems I might have lost a little bit of control last night...”

“The biting and scales were a bit adventurous,” You discarded the pillow with a sly smirk, “but that doesn’t mean I didn’t have a good time.”

Drake face-palmed with hints of red peeking between long, slender fingers, “Agh, please forgive me. I’m not usually like this. I mean, I don’t usually partake in things like this.”

“What? One night stands? Or reptilian sex?”

He stiffened, a mad blush now blooming across his entire pale face as he covered his head with the only intact pillow left, “Don’t be so blunt! But, yes, to the former. I’m going to ignore that second question.”

“So you’ve never had one before?” You inquired.

“Very few. I’m usually quick to leave before they wake.”

You gasped dramatically as you placed your hand over your chest, “Well that’s not very chivalrous of you, Drake.”

He snorted, “No, it’s not. I have many regrets.”

“Well, now you have me curious.” You joined him under the sheets again. Flipping onto your side to face him, you placed your head in the palm of your hand and offered him a wicked smile. “Why are you still here then?”

Drake inhaled deeply before slowly removing the pillow. His head rolled towards your direction, and his lips curved upwards as he inched closer to you, holding your gaze as he reached out to touch your hair, “That’s precisely what I’m trying to figure out…”

You bit your lip as you pondered for a moment, “This doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want it to. We got what we wanted, and now we can go our separate ways. We don’t have to stay.”

His bottom lip dropped into a slight pout, “But what if I want you to stay?”

“What?”

“Forgive me if this is too forward, but, I’m enchanted by you and I don’t think I’m ready to say goodbye just yet.”

Your entire body tingled at his confession and you had to pick your jaw up off the floor. Thankfully, he was too flustered himself to realize your own embarrassment.

He continued on, a nervous quake in his voice as he began rambling, “Wanna, like- I mean if you’re not busy…we could get lunch? Or even just a coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?”

After some time, which felt like years to poor Drake, you responded with a playful tone, “Is this for chivalry points?”

“Well, I would very much enjoy a chance for you to see me as my true self and not just a drunken, horny mess.”

“You say that as if that side of you is so bad.”

“Please don’t tease me.”

“You make it too easy.” You giggled as you nearly leapt out of bed with pure excitement. As pathetic as it may have sounded, which is exactly why you didn’t voice this thought out loud, you were quite relieved to not have to spend Valentine’s Day alone. “Lunch sounds great! I’ll go get dressed and we can-”

He gently grabbed at your wrist, preventing you from leaving the bed just yet.

“I was also thinking maybe we could give last night another go, especially since we’re sober and you know my name now…if you’d be interested?” A mischievous twinkle gleamed in his blue irises. Sneaky, cheeky bastard you thought to yourself, such a tease and he doesn’t even know it! You rolled on top of him, still clutching at the sheets to cover yourself, a playful gleam of your own shining right back as you straddled his lap comfortably.

“Sure, as long as you don’t get another nose bleed when you see me naked.”

“Oh, of course you remember that!” He pulled you down to him with another hearty laugh hidden behind a warm blush, claiming your lips and tangling with you in the sheets once more. The two of you knew those lunch plans would in fact be changing to dinner plans.

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#doctorgerth #doc writes #scenario #Valentine’s Day Event #prompt event #theme event #romantic #steamy #drake x reader #f!reader #tw: one night stands #tw: drunk sex #lusus naturae

[khaleesiofalicante]

I really said fuck classes who needs notes anyway (i do I have 5 tests in the next two weeks)

before I post my live blog here, I feel like people really underestimate how bad rumors are and how much they fuck with your mental health. they don't lose sleep over them, they don't think twice. but these things are harmful as fuck. they leave wounds that take so long to recover from because you keep on thinking about these lies who to others are "just words"

I've been there. it's not fun. I wish I had the courage back then to stand up to those rumors which I have now. these things never leave you. others might move on but the healing process is a journey that is long and hard. I wish more people understood just what effect their words can have.

Yeah, he knew a thing or two about family members going overboard with glitter.

IT'S RAFAEL CENTRIC GHSYGUJDUYDFUIKFDUIDFIUDF

TAVVY

TAVVY

TAVVY

DCSUIHDCSUIDUYUDICUIVSDUIHFVSUILFBUHKIFSV

I feel like I keyboard smash A LOT

“You will never drink even if you are not riding the bike,” Dad had pointed out – all Consul Voice and threatening glares. “The legal age for drinking in New York is 21.”

“But it’s 15 in Idris!”

“Well unfortunately for you, we are in Exile,” dad had grinned.

DAD ALEC UHIKSFDUIHKSGUIKSDVUIHKDVUHIKSVD

Max had a habit of ‘borrowing’ things and selling them on eBay. In his brother’s defense, Bapak had so many clothes that he never noticed when things disappeared. But Rafael did since he had a habit of wearing his father’s clothes.

The warlock – not the shadowhunter.

He wouldn’t be caught dead in one of those sweaters.

Now that Rafael was 18, he was almost as tall as his father.

The shadowhunter – not the warlock.

I AM SCREAMING

I love how he's clarifying which one he's talking about

“Do you know I used to have a crush on Lily Chen?” Tavvy blushed. “But then I found out she made out with Helen once and it kinda got weird.”

Ah yes. I remember. Does Rafael know that Alec also walked in on them?

ARCHITECT TAVVY

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SHADOWUNTERS ATTENDING MUNDANE COLLEGES

“Dude, college kids don’t give a shit,” Tavvy laughed. “You could walk into a lecture covered in runes, holding a seraph blade and they wouldn’t give you a second look.”

“Cause they are chill?”

“Yes. But mostly cause they are dead inside,” Tavvy chuckled.

Surprisingly that's exactly what my grade 6 prefect told me (DAMN WHY AM I ALWAYS REMEMBERING GRADE 6 IT'S BEEN YEARS. that was a horrible year *shudders*)

ANJALI IS A CENTURION

LMAO THIS IS WHAT RAFAEL MEANT WHEN HE SAID HE WOULDNT WANT TO GO TO THE SCHOLOMANCE FOR PERSONAL REASONS

I still ship them.

“The meeting is going to go perfe-What is SHE doing here?”

Well, that was a quick change-

Unlike Aunt Maia, Lily did not like to be called Aunt Lily. So, Rafael respected her wishes. Max of course continued to call her Aunt Lily and sometimes Abeula Lily since his brother had a pathological condition of pissing people off.

THAT'S SO MAX OMG JHSXUHSCUHISDHUHUKIDVS

great now I miss Raphael

I HAVE A CLASS IN 7 MINUTES STOP MAKING ME CRY

that is so thoughtful of him though...

tears.

“There are no photos of Raphael,” Lily sighed.

“Because he is a vampire?” Tavvy asked sympathetically.

“Because he is Raphael,” she grinned. “Vampires can most certainly take photos. You should follow me on Instagram. My handle is simp_for_carstairs.”

Of course, it is. No one is surprised.

Tavvy picked one up, took a large bite and it threw it back immediately. “Holy shit, that’s spicy!”

“White,” Lily and Anjali snorted at the same time.

white people and their bland foods smh

“She is not wrong,” Lily nodded seriously. “I’m a Jem Carstairs fan first and a vampire second.”

As she should be

UHDSUHDFSUHFDH ANJALI AND RAFAEL COMPETING ABOUT WHO'S LILY'S FAVORITE

He observed Anjali’s long dark hair spilled over her shoulders as her eyes stayed on Lily – sharp, protective and beautiful.

"Beautiful"

I AM NOT LETTING THIS GO

I'm THE DAMN CAPTAIN OF THIS SHIP

FUCKING RUMORS

I'm GONNA KILL SOMEONE

“Shadowhunters are awful gossips,” Anjali said. “Let’s not waste our time with this nonsense.”

There was something in her voice. Something he couldn’t put his finger on.

No, wait I want to know what was in her voice.

But no. It couldn’t be. They weren’t dating.

YET

Rafael was sure there was something more than friendship between them. But David was polite to a fault and Max was an oblivious little shit. So, obviously nothing had happened yet.

OH MY GOD THESE TWO

But this was different. He would tolerate rumours about himself. But he would not tolerate rumours about his family.

I and Rafael will beat up the people who spread these rumors together :D

“She once told me she likes sipping tea more than drinking blood.

I-

same.

NOT THAT I DRINK BLOOD-

RAFAEL LMAO NO

"I hate her she's so annoying"

continues to daydream about her and how tall she'd be without those boots, lies to tavvy about her dating someone

Why did he do that? What was the purpose? Did he not want other people to date just because he wasn’t dating anyone?

And he calls Max oblivious.

oh class started

shit

IDC IDC I'LL STILL BE READING

LEXI AND SELENA ARE AT THE ACADEMY

JACE HYPER FIXATING ON THINGS BECAUSE HE'S BORED IS SUCH A MOOD

“David and I added rosemary to this one,” Uncle Jace wiped his hands on his apron. “It has definitely improved the taste, hasn’t it?”

“Save me,” David mouthed from behind the man.

LMAO POOR DAVID

“Empty nest syndrome,” Rafael chuckled. “I’m glad neither Max nor I had to leave home. My fathers are much worse.”

He remembered his first sleepover at the institute. His parents had waited for “an excruciating hour” before crashing the institute and joining the sleepover themselves.

yup, that's them.

“David,” Rafael grinned. “Are you afraid of my father?”

“What? No! He is the just a regular person…who can throw me in the silent city any time he wants,” David rambled and then shook his head. “Where is Max?”

He tried to sound nonchalant. But Rafael noted the way the other boy’s eyes fluttered every time he said Max’s name.

Just the way a crooked smile appeared on his brother’s lips every time someone said David’s name.

Idiots

ok, there is so much to unpack here.

DAVID HAS A VALID REASON OK??

These two are such IDIOTS HUSDUHISCUIDSVCUIHVSDUHI

“Max said Bapak is biased, and that he needs an unbiased tutor. Uncle Ragnor volunteered,” Rafael chuckled. “God bless the poor man.”

“Max isn’t that bad,” David replied.

“Looks like you’re biased too, David,” Rafael winked and picked up a spare bow from the training room.

of course, he is.

G-FORCE KJHSDCUISDYUKDFSUYKDSVYUSFD

oh shit

oh shit

WHO DID WHAT THIS TIME

what's the rumor and who do I need to kill

He didn’t know her well. But she knew a lot about him. Just as she knew a lot about the twins. She was one of those people who was oddly invested in his life just because Rafael happened to the Consul’s son.

what is her problem?

what the fuck

I need a minute

I need a minute to digest that

I'm so glad I closed my camera in class

what the actual fuck did she just say

tell me I'm hallucinating

times like these I wish I was Jared 19

no, because I'm actually speechless right now

Paige and Irene need therapy

OH SHE WENT THERE

“Paige, that’s enough!” the Dean snapped at her. “How dare you talk to him that way? You talk about warlock corruption but where all of you when Valentine exploited Jace and Clary? Where was this moral obligation when Valentine lied to his children and played with their feelings as if they were nothing but toys to be controlled and manipulated? I’m sick of shadowhunters victim blaming children instead of holding people like Valentine accountable.”

THANK YOU

SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK SIMON

I feel like we all focus so much on the "incest" and hate on clace we forget that this part of the story was literally an abuser seeing that the victim was recovering and took the only thing which made him happy from him

I can't believe this

“Children have been suffering for a long time now, Paige,” Uncle Jace said now, his fists balled at his sides. “Where were you when Alec proposed the child protection bill? We didn’t see any of you supporting it.”

“We had other priorities,” the older woman replied. “People were dying! It was not the right time for a new law. We could have always signed that bill later. There was no rush!”

OTHER PRIORITIES MY ASS BITCH FUCK YOU

hey just realizing Rafael is the token straight

I'M SORRY IM TRYING TO DISTRACT ME

“The Cohort who made children kill themselves to prove a point?” Uncle Simon asked dryly. “That Cohort?”

I am so close to either crying or killing someone or both.

This was Max’s spot since it had the best Wi-Fi coverage.

yeah trust me I spend all the time in the guest room because it has the best wifi coverage or the study.

MAX IS SMOKING TOO

YOU FUCKING IDIOTS

oh wait

oh they might be alec's

yeah

For the next thirty minutes, Max paced around the room, threatening to portal all the shadowhunters to hell.

Then he went on about a plan to attack the cohort and portal them all to hell too.

He kept talking about portalling people to hell.

MAX YES LET'S DO IT!!!!

But here is the thing about people, they don’t get to you. You get to them.

They simply say something and leave. They probably don’t even mean the things they say or lose sleep over it. But it wasn’t the same for you. You obsess over it. You stay awake at night and let it consume your dreams.

YES! To others, it's just words. meaningless. to you, the effect can be so so deep. it's not easy to always brush them off.

NO MAGNUS

THAT'S IT

MAX AND I ARE PORTALLING PEOPLE TO HELL

WE'RE DOING IT

why do we hurt others?

my teacher: ill take a test on this chapter. all 20 units

me: softly crying because people are little shits and they hurt others.

“Fuck everyone else,” dad hissed. “They’ve hurt our family enough.”

EXACTLY. LEAVE THEM ALONE.

“I am simply being honest with you,” Dad interrupted. “I could never be okay when you are away from me. But I will manage. Max is going to raise hell though. So, that’s going to be fun.”

AS HE SHOULD

Neither Rafael nor Max would never admit it out loud, but on the day of that sleepover, on the day their parents had crashed the institute bcause they had missed the kids too much…Rafael and Max had been only a moment away from calling their parents to come pick them up.

He's right though.

it'll take time. lots of it maybe.

BUT THE ACTUAL AUDACITY.

It fucked with his mind so much.

Rafael...ALRIGHT WHERE ARE MY FLAMETHROWERS

“DAD! BAPA! WAKE UP! RAFE IS TRYING TO RUN AWAY!”

MAX REMINDS ME SO MUCH OF MY LITTLE BROTHER

He had forgotten about the bloody paperwork. Shadowhunters on their travel year had to notify the Clave and get their paperwork in order.

Well, it shouldn’t be a problem since the Clave was standing across the hall.

EXACTLY

Because it was killing him. It was killing him not to be lying on the couch, his head resting on his Bapak’s lap just like every other Saturday morning.

It was killing him not to touch, not to love, not to care.

GET MY FLAMETHROWERS AND CANNIBAL GOLDFISHES WE HAVE SOME WORK TO DO

(goddamn every class I have taken so far the teacher has told us there is a test coming up it's 9 am in the morning.)

His brother growled at that like the little feral animal that he was.

that's adorable actually.

“Fine,” Max rolled his eyes. “Does this mean I can also travel? There is a Twenty One Pilots concert in Sydney and-”

“Nice try,” Dad said. “But no. You are staying here.”

“Excuse me, but what about my healing?” Max demanded. “I’ve been traumatised by this thing.”

“You can go to therapy,” Rafael winked at this brother.

Therapy is boring but useful so-

He needed to survive this. So, he decided to go back to the place he had learned how to survive in the first place.

He needed to go back home.

UGLY CRYING WHILE TAYLOR SWIFT PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND AND MY HISTORY CLASS IN 2 MINUTES

I'm so proud of him for this...

I still say we kill these people.

JOAQUIN AND JULIETTE

UHISDCUIHFSDUGUIDFVDSDVFJHGDFVHUKDVHUKVF

Camilla Alvarez.

well well.

OH THEY KISSED

“Right,” Rafael had said. “Gap year. Besides, I do talk them. My brother threatened to paint my room in hot pink if I don’t text him every day.”

hands max a pint of paint HAVE AT IT

Max: Also – New Rumour. Dalliance between Lily and Tavvy.

Rafe: OMFG WHAT

Max: They are running with it and freaking old n*philim out.

AS THEY SHOULD UFUHIFUIHFUIHKFU

THE CENSORED N*PHILIM I'M SCREAMING

“He is hot.”

He laughed out loud. “Yeah. I hear that a lot.”

“Your dad looks kinda scary,” she pointed out.

Rafael laughed again. “Yeah. I kinda hear that a lot too.”

I'm liking this ship...

I'M STILL LOYAL TO THE RAFAEL AND ANJALI SHIP

but I'm happy for him. I'm glad he's getting the space he needs

Dad: Jst found legal age fr drnkng in Buenos Aires is 18.

Rafe: ????

Dad: I hv friends thr.

Rafe: ???

Dad: Thy r watchn u.

Rafe: Creepy but okay.

HJSDCGUIHJGSDCYUICVXUHVUHKDV

THE BOY'S DRINKING Y'ALL

Do it

MILA IS GOING TO NY!!

I like her. she's nice.

He was leaving soon. He didn’t see the point in lying to her. “I ran away from home. Kind of.”

“Why?”

“I hurt someone I love,” Rafael confessed. “The person I love most in the world.”

honey, it wasn't your fault... hugs

Shit. Why wasn’t Bapak going to the accords signing? He had been there for every single one since the very first time.

no no no no is something wrong?? I'm worried.

“You look taller,” Rafael told his brother who hadn’t grown an inch.

LMAO

Max and I are vertically challenged.

“Rafe, go to talk to him. Or I will tell everyone you’ve been smoking in the balcony!”

So, he was going to pin this on him, huh? This little shit.

well-

“You’ve progressed from freaking to fucking,” he pointed out.

“That’s not the fucking point, Rafael!” Max said in exasperation.

“You did it again,” Rafe pinched Max’s cheek. “My little brother is all grown up now. Linguistically I mean.”

“Dick."

I CAN'T WITH THESE TWO

When he had gone back to Buenos Aires, the place was completely different - even the shadow market.

There were no abandoned children in the streets. There were no racist and ignorant leaders exploiting innocent downworlders.

There was only growth.

His father had done that. Alec Lightwood had helped Joaquin and his people create a new world in Buenos Aires.

This shows how much people can flourish under good leadership if they really try.

YOU KNOW I'M SUPPOSED TO BE TAKING THESE NOTES DOWN, NOT CRYING OVER THIS.

“I will protect our family. I will protect our friends. I will protect those who ask for my protection. But I will not tolerate their hate. I will not turn my head and pretend it doesn’t hurt. Because it does hurt and that’s not okay.”

Rafael smiled at that. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s not okay.”

“The accords is important. But so am I. There is no point in signing a treaty that is meant to value equality if I have to sign it while being surrounded by those who refuse to respect me or my identity. I simply cannot do it, Rafael. I hope you understand.”

I'm sobbing like YES YOU DONT OWE THEM SHIT. THESE UNGRATEFUL BITCHES.

“It’s taken me a while to realize this. But I don’t owe the nephilim anything,” Bapak said firmly. “It’s about time they realize that too.”

YES EXACTLY

“I’ve known shadowhunters for a long time, Rafael. Good ones. Bad ones. All kinds of them – and shadowhunters have always defined themselves by their love. Not by your weapons. Not by your runes. Not by your last names. Not by your laws. Shadowhunters have always defined themselves by love. So, don’t ever let them take that away from you.”

I want this on a T-shirt. These damn shadowhunters and their love.

“Like the Accords Hall kiss?” Rafael grinned.

“It’s the stupidest thing your father had ever done – which is really saying something,” his father laughed. “But it’s also the bravest thing I’ve ever seen him do. And that’s how I knew.”

affectionate sigh that's alec.

“Good. Max is sitting in the porch and singing All by Myself,” Tessa chuckled and closed the door. “Just thought you should know!!”

Rafael giggled at that. “He must have given you hell.”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” Bapak shrugged, and Rafael raised an eyebrow. “Fine. I might have promised to buy him a car when he turns 18.”

“You’re hoping he would stop aging by then, aren’t you?” Rafael chuckled.

Max is so dramatic I aspire to be like him.

Blue banners when the lost return, the shadowhunter rhythm said.

Rafael had returned home – and he was no longer lost.

I'm ok I say as I cry during my history class

I'm so proud of him.

“Well, that needs to be rectified immediately,” Dad said in the Consul Voice and literally yelled. “I am about to kiss my son – on both cheeks! You better gossip about this too!”

“Oh my god, stop!” Rafael giggled and tried to escape.

“YAS!” he heard Uncle Jace yelled from somewhere. “GIVE US A FOREHEAD KISS TOO!”

THEY ARE SO DRAMATIC I LOVE THESE IDIOTS SO MUCH.

THEM ADDING TO THE ACCORDS AS THEY SHOULD OMG

“The hell is hate speech?” someone asked.

Do you not have a dictionary you uncultured swine

“There is a very clear difference between free speech and hate speech,” Cristina Rosales pointed out. “The fact that you don’t seem to know that is all the more reason for us to include this provision.”

YES CRISTINA

“By the angel,” an old man gasped. “There is no need to be so emotional. The younger generation can be such snowflakes.”

What if I just strangles him

“Discriminatory language?” a woman demanded. “What does that even mean?”

“Calling vampires bloodsuckers,” Lily Chen answered.

“Calling warlocks demon spawns,” Ragnor Fell pointed out.

“Calling werewolves fleabags,” Maia Roberts declared.

“Calling faeries half-breeds,” Kieran Kingson all but yelled.

The fact that they have had to deal with this shit for YEARS. (also why Kingson? isn't Kieran the king?)

THE QUEEN HERSELF IS HERE Y'ALL

“Which one of you shitheads said hate speech is harmless?” Anjali demanded, her voice booming over everyone and everything else.

YES ANJALI

Anjali had a grin of her own. “While that might true, Paige, there is most certainly a law on child protection. You didn’t just hurt Magnus Bane. You also hurt his son. Section 7 of the Child Protection Bill states that any person who physically or emotionally injures a child through ill-treatment, neglect, abandonment or abuse is guilty of breaking the covenant.”

“Damn straight!” someone yelled from the crowd – it sounded suspiciously like Kit.

CALL THESE BITCHES OUT YES

“Rafael is not a child!” someone yelled again. A lot of them this time. “It’s still not illegal. The law doesn’t say so!”

“By the angel, for someone who is obsessed with the law you people seem to know nothing about it,” Anjali said in exasperation. “The child protection law defines a child as a person under 18 years OR younger. The incident happened when he was still 18. It’s illegal.”

YES ANJALI FUCK THESE PEOPLE

“I’m the Inquisitor’s daughter,” she said. “Next time, think twice before you quote the law at me.”

SHOW THEM, QUEEN

How did she know his birthday????

ahem

“So, if you do hurt him emotionally, you can still be implicated. You will face charges and you can possibly be stripped of your runes,” Anjali pointed out seriously. “Now I ask you again. Does anyone else have to say anything about him?”

There was absolute silence then.

“Didn’t fucking think so,” Anjali spat. “I literally had to mention the stripping of your marks for you to respect another person’s basic rights. If you give half the value you place on your precious runes to other people, we wouldn’t be in exile right now.”

The Cohort looked terrified – of Anjali or their future in the Clave, Rafael didn’t know.

“People are dying,” Anjali said, her voice heavy now. “Our people are fucking dying, and you seem to be more bothered with who is sleeping with whom. Shame on you. Shame on all of you!”

She turned to the Council. The Inquisitor looked like he was going to cry from pride. Rafael’s dad looked half terrified but mostly impressed. Lily was blowing kisses at Anjali. The other downworld leaders looked quite pleased.

Shadowhunters are so fucking bigoted and narrow-minded. I'm seething right now.

also, alec looking scared-

“THAT’S THE BEST SHIT I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!” Emma Carstairs yelled.

“Goddamn, I wish Magnus was here to see this,” Uncle Jace grinned. “That was satisfying as hell.”

“No worries, I recorded the whole thing!” Kit put up his hand.

YES YES AND YES

“Fuck the Cohort,” Rafael giggled.

“Actually, I would prefer you use the word screw,” his father pointed out. “Screw the Cohort!”

“Oh my god, Dad!” Rafael rolled his eyes. “I am allowed to swear once in a while.”

“No, you are not,” Dad said firmly – this man was so not ready to meet Max’s new persona. “As your friend pointed out, you are still a child.”

Alec seeing Max curse left and right: 👁️👄👁️

"She hates me!"

“Rafael, she stood up for you in front of the entire Clave. She fought the Cohort. It was incredibly brave. I wish she had spoken to me before without causing all the chaos. So, it was a little stupid of course. But still brave.”

Stupid but brave.

YESYESYESYES IT'S HAPPENING!!!

ANJALI WHO HURT YOU

WHO DARED TO

Names. Give me names NOW

Jaime no...please no not Jaime.

please please, please

ok, I searched it up. And he can get treatment. He can live. It doesn't have to be serious. please, Jaime...

“If you ever tell anyone you saw me crying, I will drag you to Idris and drown you in Lake Lyn.”

This is such an Anjali thing to say.

OOO MILLA (Mila?) MESSAGED!!! Is there gonna be some sort of love triangle here??

me who despises love triangles (aside from TID of course): ...

BUT SINCE IT'S YOU I'M SURE IT'LL BE AMAZING. I'm still nervous about this though...

UHCUHDVUKDVHUKVHUVHM I LOVED THIS CHAPTER SO SO SO SO MUCH IT WAS A LITERAL ROLLERCOASTER AND ANJALI QUEEN I LOVE

see ya on Friday!!

OKAY I AM LOVING THIS ENERGY BUT PLEASE FOCUS ON YOUR CLASSES FJKSDFHJKSJFHKD I PROMISE THE STORY IS GOING TO BE HERE WHEN YOU GET BACK LOL.

But I am so glad you like it. Amidst all your screaming and chaos, I always find very perceptive and profound observations. It's fantastic! I love it so much!

Thank you for enjoying LBAF - and good luck with your tests!!!

#lbaf

[buckyskorpion]

11 hours - part five

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Reader

Summary: bucky is the mystery you can’t wait to solve. if you can get out of his bed long enough, that is. a biker au.

Warnings: gang-typical violence, sex scenes, alcohol mentions, probably more to come so stay tuned

A/N: alright things escalated VERY QUICKLY but shit had to go down sometime. i hope you enjoy! and sorry for the delay, i really been goin thru it recently. this part is 7k to make up for it lmao i wont be taking tags for this so please dont ask.

title taken from 11 hours by wet | playlist | my ko-fi

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It’s a big day. You had held Bucky’s hand as you stood in the doorway to his apartment, playing with his rings so you didn’t have to meet his eyes. You were nervous, not because you didn’t trust Bucky but because with every secret spilled you felt like a layer of your skin was being peeled away. But you’d held his hand and told him to pick you up tonight from your office. You handed him your business card, a physical embodiment of trust you hadn’t given to anyone else. It wasn’t your apartment address, sure, but it was something and Bucky held the card with the biggest, boyish grin on his face that melted your heart.

The real reason you’re so nervous is because if whoever followed you from Bucky’s apartment is following Bucky, then they’ll follow him right to your office door. You’d had a long talk to yourself in the bathroom mirror the other night, however, and decided you weren’t going to let a hypothetical stalker ruin yet another relationship for you. Not that stalkers are common in your life, but using any excuse to distance yourself and cut people out is most definitely your regular MO. Not this time.

That being said, stalkers aren’t common in your life so you are, understandably, fixated by it. You are sure it has something to do with Bucky because you don’t believe in coincidences and the guy literally followed you from Bucky’s apartment. The big question is, was the stalker after Bucky or were they after you? Since you have next to nothing to go on, you aren’t exactly on your way to answering that one yet. But you’ll get there, eventually, and you’ve got some ideas.

In the meantime, you wait for Bucky and attempt to tidy your organised mess. He’s meant to show up at seven on his bike, but seven is going on eight and he’s yet to show. You try not to picture the worst or convince yourself you’re being stood up, even though that’s what it feels like. The one time you give out personal details and he doesn’t show. That would be your luck. You kick a filing drawer closed a bit too harshly, the metal clanging loud in your deafeningly silent office. Whatever. It’s not like anyone is left in the building to judge you because Bucky is over an hour late and every other office in the place is long empty.

You water your desperately dry indoor plants, even the one on top of your bookshelf - a testament to how hard you’re trying to distract yourself from the imminent heartbreak. You stand on tiptoes on your swivel chair to reach the crispy fern, something your dad would yell at you for if he could see you, but he can’t so you just pray the wheels don’t slip out from under you. It’s a very precarious precision for you to be in when someone bangs your office door open and stumbles inside, that’s for sure. You nearly break your entire body falling from the chair, but catch yourself on the bookcase before any real damage can be done.

The invader slams the door shut behind them, making you flinch once again as you spin around to face your would-be attacker. Only it's not someone breaking and entering - it’s Bucky, panting heavily and bleeding from his temple while he turns slowly on his heel and assesses every corner of your tiny office for threats.

“Bucky?” you call out, hesitant to approach and startle him incase it’s not your office that he’s seeing. His dog tags hang out the neck of his t-shirt when they’re usually always carefully tucked under the fabric, and you notice now he’s not just bleeding from his head but somewhere under that shirt as well. He looks over at your voice and it takes a second for him to focus properly on you, shoulders visibly slumping, closing the space in three quick strides.

“I’m so sorry,” he says, pulling you bodily into a crushing hug. You wrap your arms around his waist, carefully holding him in case he’s got even more injuries you can’t see, but he squeezes you so tight you find it hard to breathe. He has one arm around your shoulders, that hand tangled in your hair and he presses your head into his shoulder. You feel him nose into the hair at the crown of your head, breathe in deep, let it out in shudders.

“You’re hurt,” you say into his t-shirt, and he shakes his head while still pressing his face into your scalp.

“M’fine, s’just blood,” he mumbles, barely coherent, so you let it go for the moment. You let him hold you and you hug him back, splaying your palms flat against his back and pressing him impossibly closer to you.

Eventually, you peel yourself from him in order to give him a once over. He smiles down at you like he’s amused, but you hardly find the situation funny when Bucky’s blood is literally all over you, now. You take his hand and make him sit on your swivel chair, spinning uselessly in the middle of the room from where it slid out from under you and rolled away. There’s a first aid kit in a box near the window, because you can never be too careful, and you take to soaking gauze in alcohol solution instead of speaking. You don’t trust what would come out of your mouth right now, anyway.

Luckily, Bucky fills the silence for you. He bites his lip as he looks over at you, taking in the tense set of your shoulders and jerky movements as you dig around for bandages. Then he says, “I got caught up, I really am sorry.”

You nod, but you still don’t speak. Instead you grab your supplies and move over to Bucky, avoiding his eyes as you assess the one wound you can see. Bucky has a thin cut from the corner of his eye to his hairline, shallow but bleeding profusely due to the thin skin there. You suck in a deep breath and start dabbing the soaked gauze on the wound, outside to inside, watching as the white turns coppery red with every swipe. Your stomach twists at the sight, and to your horror, you find you could almost cry.

“Doll,” Bucky says, eyebrows creasing up as if he’s just as upset as you feel. He hooks one big hand around your thigh, tugging until you let him manhandle you onto his lap. “I mean it, I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.”

“I don’t care that you were late,” you snap, clenching your jaw until you can get your flash of frustration under control. You drop your hand from his face, curling up further onto Bucky’s lap despite yourself as his arms come round to hug you to his chest. His bloodstained, most likely injured chest. You take a deep breath and ask, “What happened?”

“You wanna know?” Bucky asks. When you finally meet his eyes he doesn’t seem to be shutting down, shutting you out like you expect when it comes to talking about Bucky’s biker lifestyle. He just looks sad, and you let yourself soften just a bit to run your fingers down his jaw.

Bucky’s eyes flutter closed when you touch him, and you say, “I already told you - I just wanna know. No secrets.”

“No secrets,” Bucky affirms, smiling as he opens his eyes again. The corners are tight, though, as he starts to explain. “One of the things we do - the gang, y’know - is run protection details. Me and Sam were on it, supposed to be a simple job, but we got shitty intel and ended up having to fight our way out of a crappy spot. We got out, finished the job, but it definitely didn’t go to plan. ”

“Protection for what?” you ask. This is the most open Bucky has ever been when talking about his gang, so you’re not going to pass up this opportunity for a bit more information.

“For who,” Bucky corrects, smiling at you like he knows what you’re doing. He starts stroking up and down your shoulder blades as he talks, soothing the both of you it seems. “Rich businessmen, low-level politicians, mob affiliates - anyone who’s got a target on their back and need to get from point A to point B. They’re easy jobs for us ex-army guys and they pay well.”

“Better pay than fixing cars, I bet,” you say. Your attempt at levity works and Bucky grins. The way it makes his face turn young and open is so at odds with the trickle of blood down his cheek.

“Gotta be able to pay for your drinks somehow,” he says, and you slap his shoulder. He mock-winces and says, “Hey! I’m bleeding, ya gotta be nice to me.”

“Don’t gotta do shit,” you mumble, reminding you to press the gauze you’re still holding back on the wound on his temple to stem some of the bleeding. He hisses for real this time, the sting of the alcohol probably burning a bit, especially so close to his eye. You press a kiss to his cheek and in apology and Bucky hums, tightening his grip around your body to hold you close again.

“M’sorry I ruined our night,” he says, “I wish I could promise it won’t happen again, but I can’t.”

“Don’t be sorry,” you say, and he meets your eyes, slightly confused. You smile and say, “Not when you’re hurt. I know what I signed up for, I just want you to be ok.”

“What if, one day, I’m not ok?” Bucky asks, serious now, and you take your time before you answer him. His cut is clean of dried blood, and it’s stopped oozing any more. You doubt it’ll get infected so you should bandage it up but you can’t make yourself move from Bucky’s lap. Not just yet.

“I’ll fix you up,” you say. “That’s what we’re doing, right? Taking care of each other.”

Bucky blinks, once, as if allowing your words to download in his brain like a data file. Then he kisses you. He slides a hand up to cradle your head and presses soft, slow kisses to your lips like he’s got all the time in the world. He came storming in like a hurricane but now you’re in the eye, calm and quiet settling over you both as you cup his jaw and kiss into him all the tenderness you're too afraid to say. You mend his bleeding head and adrenaline-addled heart while he soothes your fear. Taking care of each other, and it feels nice to let someone else do that for once.

You know what Bucky is leaving out. The I hurt people admission, the fact he might have killed someone tonight, that the blood on his shirt isn’t just his. You really thought you’d care more - about the not knowing, about the truth of it, about everything. But he’s breathing and alive underneath you, trailing kisses and stubble burn from your mouth to your cheek to your temple, and all of those superfluous details become white noise. You’re surprised to find the simple fact that Bucky is alright is enough to supersede all the gaps you would usually itch to fill.

Bucky spins you both, tucking your legs up closer so you don’t overbalance as he looks around your office in a dizzying circle. A spike of nerves makes you feel sick for a second but Bucky smiles as he looks around, like he’s pleased with this part of your life he’s been able to see, and it makes you feel less afraid.

“This is where the magic happens, huh?” he asks, and you laugh at his teasing. “It’s very normal.”

“What did you expect? Like ‘Sherlock Holmes’ or something?” you ask. Bucky shrugs, mouth twitching like he’s trying not to laugh.

“Maybe,” he says, then squints at you like he’s considering something. “So, no violin?”

“No violin, and no Mrs Hudson. I make my own tea,” you say, grinning up at Bucky even though he’s being stupid.

“Yeah, right,” Bucky snorts, “Pour your own wine, you mean.”

“Are you calling me a drunk?” you gasp, reeling back from Bucky and almost sending yourself off his lap and onto the floor. Bucky grips you tighter, laughing at the offence written all over your face, and then extracts an arm to point meaningfully at the half empty bottle of red by the side of your desk.

“The evidence speaks for itself,” he says. You fold your arms in a huff, if only to have him kiss the top of your head in a silent apology.

“You stick to the gang stuff, I’ll stick to the investigating,” you huff, and Bucky kisses you again until you wipe the frown from your face.

“Alright, smart girl,” he says. He stands, holding you up like it’s nothing and you can’t deny how hot that is, even if he is being condescending to you right now. He sets you down on your feet and smooths out your jacket, the warmth of his hands seeping through the leather as they pass over your shoulders and down your arms. He links his fingers into one of your hands, smiling down at you, and says, “Can we rain check dinner? I think I need a shower.”

Bucky stands unnaturally close to you as you lock up your office and head out, scanning the street while you lock the back door and set the alarm system for the building. He takes your hand wordlessly and leads you to his bike, parked haphazardly on the sidewalk and just begging for a ticket. He hands you a helmet but is looking over your shoulder, not at you, and both of those things are worrying - you’ve never known Bucky to wear a helmet, let alone offer you one. You didn’t know he owned one. You feel fidgety, your skin crawling like you’re being watched, and Bucky must feel it too because he’s a bit rough in manhandling you onto the bike as quickly as possible.

“Bucky,” you say, and he twists around to give you a clinical once over - much like you’d done to him when he’d come to you bloody and breathless. You feel sick to your stomach, guilt and fear twisting in your gut, as you ask, “Do you think someone followed you here?”

Bucky’s face is impassive, but you’d like to think you know him well enough to read the tick by the corner of his eyes as a silent, muttered, shit. He licks his lips and says, “I can’t know the answer to that for sure.”

“But there’s a chance,” you say, and your heart is hammering so loud you barely hear your own voice. If someone finds your office then they find you, and the carefully constructed bubble of anonymity you’ve created is shattered in the space of a second. But you knew that, that’s what Bucky asked you on his couch - will you stay? Knowing Bucky is the antithesis of your comfort zone, will you stay anyway?

“Nothing is going to happen to you,” Bucky says definitively. You scan his eyes for trace of a lie but there is none. Bucky’s jaw is set, and he reaches up to grip your chin and hold your gaze on his, making sure you hear him. “Just like you said - we take care of each other. I’ll always take care of you.”

You let out a shaky breath, one you hadn’t known you’d been holding, and Bucky kisses the trill of fear away. You feel like you’ve dived off a cliff face, Bucky holding your hand all the way down the precipice of trust you’d promised yourself you’d never cross. But Bucky promises he’ll take care of you and god, it’s stupid but you want him to. You want his to be the arms you land in at the end of this free-fall. Even if, given who Bucky is, that’s the most dangerous place to be.

“Speaking of no secrets,” you say, more of mumble into his mouth than anything. Bucky pulls away, adorably puppy-like look of confusion on his face, and your stomach twists with guilt. “Remember the night of the party? At Sam’s bar?”

Bucky nods. He’s twisted uncomfortably on the seat of his bike and the helmet you’ve yet to put on is digging in o your stomach where you’re holding it. This isn’t the best place to be having this conversation but Bucky’s promise has made you brave, and if you don’t go against your own word now you never will. Not once have you ever spilled details of a case before you’d cracked it. This isn’t a case, you have to remind yourself. This is your life.

“That morning, when I left,” you say, omitting the fact it’s the first time you ever used his front door and will most certainly be the last, “someone followed me from your building. I shook them off, but they were waiting for me to leave and I don’t know if they were casing your apartment or if they were there for me, or what. I’m sorry, I should’ve told you, I just-“

“You just what?” Bucky doesn’t sound angry. Worse, he sounds cold. Shut down, clinical, and the way his face has pinched off makes your heart break.

“I didn’t know if I could trust you,” you say, looking down at your lap to avoid the way he’s looking at you like a stranger. Saying it out loud makes it sound so much worse, but it’s the truth and Bucky deserves that at least. “To be honest, I’m still not sure. But I want to. If I’m going to trust anyone, I want it to be you.”

It’s several moments before you’re brave enough to meet Bucky’s eyes again. He is coming back to you slowly, the shutters pulling up from his eyes as confusion seeps out. He scans your face and says, “Usually I would tell you that’s a really stupid idea, but I think you already know that.”

“Stupid ideas are kind of my thing,” you say, and that makes Bucky smile. Relief is bone deep, hits so hard you could slump from the bike in a pile of goo. He’s not mad. In fact, he leans forward in what must be a truly uncomfortable twist to press his forehead against yours and closes his eyes, breathes in deep. You follow suit, so ridiculously relieved you still get to do this while simultaneously trying to control the adrenaline rush from handing over what feels like you’re entire life to someone else.

All your life it feels like it’s always been you versus the world. Your dad raised you that way, to rely on no one but yourself so you can never be let down, not even him. It feels wrong on a cellular level to trust Bucky like you are so blindly doing. Every instinct screams at you to run, to figure this out on your own, that Bucky would normally be one of your main suspects in a regular case. But here you are, showing Bucky all your cards, hoping against hope that you won’t live to regret it.

“No more secrets,” Bucky says, and you nod. You feel his eyelashes tangle with yours as you move, pressed so close like this, and you open your eyes to stare at the veiny lids covering his. “Next time someone follows you, you tell me.”

“Yes sir,” you say, grinning at the warning pinch he gives to your hip.

“Let’s go to the shop,” Bucky says, pulling away from you and turning back to gun his bike to life. “The guys can help us figure this stalker shit out.”

“The guys?” you ask, and your chest does something painfully restrictive at the thought of letting more people in. “As in, everyone? Like, your gang?”

Bucky laughs, like the way you say ‘gang’ is so goddamn amusing, and throws you one last look over his shoulder. You tug the helmet on as he revs the bike, suddenly regretting every other time you’ve gotten on this thing without one, as Bucky says, “Yeah, doll, my gang. That’s kinda the whole point - we help each other out.”

You hadn’t really thought of it like that before. Truthfully, your mind had been filled with shady drug deals and bloody fights, turf wars and tattoos and angry men on bikes. Bucky’s friends and the nights you’ve spent with them seem like a different world, the joy and love entirely removed from the illegal life Bucky leads outside of your reach, but you have to remind yourself - they’re one and the same. Your Bucky cannot be removed from the biker you’ve been kept seperate from.

Clinging to Bucky’s waist, you say, “Sounds very after school special for a gang, tough guy.”

You can practically see Bucky grinning just by looking at the back of his head as takes off, the streets of Brooklyn peeling away as heads for White Wolf Mechanics. Your anxiety and fear sheds off as well, floating away in strips down the tarmac like an outer layer of skin. You feel vulnerable, all new and exposed as you hold Bucky close so you don’t fall. That’s what makes it feel bearable - Bucky’s back against your cheek, the hand he places over yours against his stomach when you pull up at a red light. His promise, echoing under the rumble of the bike beneath you. I’ll always take care of you.

~~~

The shop looks closed from the outside, but you can hear a low bass-line from the street and people laughing somewhere inside. Bucky brings you round the back, the roller doors out front closed this time, and into the back rooms you’d yet to see since that first visit a few weeks ago. To your left you see what must be Bucky’s office, but the room he tugs you to looks more like a bachelor pad living room than a mechanics break room.

Sam and Steve lay sprawled on leather couches, beers open on the coffee table made of old crates stacked together. The Killers pumps through a very, very nice sound system which Natasha is quietly singing along to where she lays on top of the pool table, legs kicking off the edge to the beat. Her beer rests on her stomach, rising and falling with every breath, and she doesn’t even raise her head as she waves at the two of you entering. Sam lifts the icepack from his eye to look at you, grinning wide, and kicks Steve in the shin to get his attention.

“Barnes is back,” he says, rolling his eyes as Steve blearily blinks awake from what was clearly an unplanned nap. Steve focuses on you and Bucky, eyebrows drawn down in confusion, and Sam adds, “and he’s brought his girl.”

“Shouldn’t you be at dinner or something?” Steve asks, then seems to remember himself and smiles all big and perfect at you. “It’s great to see you again, by the way.”

“Quit brown-nosing, it’s embarrassing,” Sam says, and throws his icepack at Steve’s head. He swats it away, squawking at the wetness it leaves behind on his hand and cheek, which makes Sam grin.

“I need a beer for this,” Bucky mutters so only you can hear, which makes you smile. You lead the way to the minibar in the corner, right by the bookshelf full of video games and the cardboard cut-out of Guy Fieri (you don’t want to ask). Bucky follows, grabbing your hand and tugging you back into his chest as you walk - even without the watchful eyes of the other gang affiliates which usually follow you at his parties, Bucky seems hell bent on making sure everyone knows who you’re here with. Even his closest friends.

You can’t say you entirely mind.

“So, to what do we owe the pleasure?” Natasha asks. She’s sat up now, twisting on the pool table to face you both as Bucky grabs you some beers. Sam and Steve still continue to argue about nonsense on the couches and are ignored by the three of you for the moment. However, they stop bickering as soon as Bucky speaks again.

“Someone’s been watching my building,” he says. The silence is thick, and you feel almost guilty for ruining their fun night with your stalker woes. Bucky hands you a beer and looks at you pointedly, eyebrows raised. You take a sip before you follow his not-so-subtle direction to start talking.

“I was followed home the morning after Sam’s party at the bar,” you say. You have the full attention of Bucky’s closest friends, and you can’t help but feel a little intimidated. You take a deep breath and decide to look at the situation like you were debriefing a client on a case - remove yourself from the equation. “There was a man smoking against the building next to Bucky’s. He followed me about four blocks before I lost him. He was over six foot, caucasian, brown hair and stubble.”

“Sounds like every white guy,” Sam says. “You could be describing Bucky, for all we know.”

“Yes,” you say, frowning. “If I was putting a tail on someone, I would make them very nondescript. Makes sense, right?”

“And you’re sure he was following you?” Natasha asks. You glance at her, but she doesn’t look like she’s condescending you or anything. Surprisingly, she looks like she believes you far more than the other two men in the room. Maybe your trial by fire proved to her you know what you’re talking about, so you nod.

“Definitely. Either he knew I was there and was waiting for me to leave, or he was watching Bucky’s apartment and would have followed anyone who came out of it. Without more information I can’t be sure if he was there for me or Bucky.”

“You’ve never seem him before?” Steve asks. You shake your head, and he says, “Could you describe him a bit more detailed? I might be able to draw him.”

“Sure,” you shrug. “Or, we can just wait until he shows up at Bucky’s again and follow him.”

Bucky does not like that idea at all. He practically growls, grabbing your elbow and turning you to face him as he glares at you. Roughly, he says, “Are you fucking insane?”

“What?” Mildly annoyed, you tug your arm from Bucky’s grip and say, “If this was a case, that’s what I would do.”

“This isn’t a case. This guy is going to be a hell of a lot more dangerous than some rich businessman cheating on his wife,” Bucky says, voice raised to an almost shout in one of the quickest escalations you’ve ever seen.

A switch flips in your brain, and you see red.

“Thank you for the condescending analysis, Bucky,” you snap. You ignore Sam’s muttered ‘oh shit!’ for your own health and sanity. “But you have no idea the kind of people I’ve dealt with in my life. I can manage a fairly mediocre stalker.”

“A fairly mediocre stalker who works for someone who won’t hesitate to use your hamstrings as handcuffs,” Bucky hisses. He steps towards you, chest brushing yours as he breaths deep and ragged, and oh- there’s the Bucky you’d been missing. The guy who’s still wearing clothes stained with blood, most of it not his, angry in an incandescent kind of way which reminds you he could hurt you in many more ways than just a broken heart. He leans down to say into your face, “This isn’t something you fuck around with, alright? There’s a reason why I’ve kept this world from you.”

“I thought we said no secrets?” you say, raising your eyebrows. You will yourself to hold your ground, even if you are shaking like a leaf and your words come out soft in the face of his anger. Like you’d poked a pin in his chest, Bucky deflates. He backs off of you, face crumbling from anger to guilt as quickly as he built himself up there.

“I won’t let you get hurt because of me,” he says, shaking his head. The switch in your brain flips back, all indignation and pride fading away. He’s still trying to take care of you, just like he promised. Already it’s abundantly clear you’re not going to make that easy for him, and you wonder how long it will take until he gets sick of trying.

“This isn’t going to work if you don’t trust me,” you say, gesturing between you. “I let you into my world, now it’s your turn. I know it’s dangerous - I could have left, remember? But I’m here. So let me be here.”

“If someone touches you-“

“I’ll get over it,” you say. Bucky stares at you like you’re crazy, and maybe you are, but it’s true. “You said you were going to take care of me - how’re you gonna do that from all the way over there?”

You don’t mean the other side of the room, the valley of the pool table and the metaphorical arms-length which which he’s keeping between you. There’s only so much Bucky can hide from you before you either dive right in or walk away. This is the turning point.

“Fine,” he says. He looks physically pained as he scrubs a hand over his cropped hair, but at least he’s not angry anymore. “I still think thats a fucking stupid idea.”

“Like I said,” you say, offering him a smile he shakily returns, “stupid ideas are kind of my thing.”

“Uh, can I say something?” Sam asks, breaking the illusion that it was only the two of you in the room for that particular argument. You both turn to look at him, and he almost backs down with the weight of both your gaze. He carries on, however, saying, “I’m glad you guys have had this breakthrough in your relationship, but that doesn’t really help us in figuring out who this guy is. Or who he works for. Or why he followed you. Or how he knows where Bucky lives in the first place.”

“We could go around and ask,” Steve says, shrugging at Natasha’s eyeroll. “What? Baseball bats really jog people’s memories.”

“Why don’t we ask the private investigator for some expert advice,” Natasha says, giving you a look that seems to say men, right? You’re still trying to get your head around the image of Steve threatening someone with a baseball bat when you’ve seen him with his own puke on his jumper singing Sweet Caroline into a toilet bowl.

“Well,” you begin, darting Bucky a look but he seems to be listening and not getting ready to yell at you again, “since apparently following the guy is off the table for now, I would start with me and Bucky. Enemies, bad blood, someone with an axe to grind. Pull at some threads and see what happens.”

“That shouldn’t be hard,” Sam says, “Bucky’s got more enemies than friends.”

“So do we all, punk,” Bucky grumbles, glaring at Sam. “We’re in a gang.”

“This ain’t about me.” Sam holds his hands up in mock innocence, grinning big like he gets unrivalled joy from making Bucky’s face do the twitchy, dark thing it’s doing right now. The impact is somewhat lessened by the swollen, black eye Sam’s sporting from the mission gone wrong today, you assume, but it doesn’t curb his enthusiasm.

“I can put together a list of the most recent run-in’s you’ve had by tomorrow,” Natasha says to Bucky, ignoring the bickering with practiced ease. “Until then, we should put some protection on your building.”

“You guys have bodyguards?” you ask before your brain can tell you that’s a dumb fucking question. All three of them laugh, Bucky hooking an arm around your shoulder to ruffle your hair as he tugs you into his side. Point taken, you think as you pout under Bucky’s arm.

“I’ll stay in the spare room,” Steve says, swinging himself off the couch to his full, ginormous height. That image of him with the baseball bat starts to take a bit more shape in your mind, and you don’t doubt for a second he could offer some extra protection where the stalker is concerned. To you, he asks, “You don’t mind if I third wheel?”

“It’s not my apartment,” you say, attempting to hide your blush under the weight of Bucky’s arm. You are unsuccessful, if Sam’s smirk is anything to go by.

“We’ll survive one night, punk,” Bucky says, giving you a squeeze. “Or just buy some earplugs.”

“Gross!” Sam cries, flailing an arm around. “Too much information!”

You have a feeling akin to whiplash at how well these people are taking a stalker and potential threat on their lives. Joking around, Steve fake-moaning just to make Sam scream, Natasha laughing until tears form in her eyes at the antics of two grown men chasing each other around the couches like school children. Glancing up at Bucky and the warm look he’s giving them all, you suppose it must be lot less scary to face something like that with friends. Family, you think, as Sam crash-tackles Steve into the couch and smothers his face with a pillow.

“You’ll be alright?” Natasha’s soft voice manages to scare you, jolting under Bucky’s hold as you turn from watching Steve and Sam to find her right by Bucky’s other side. She’s looking up at him, lips pressed into a firm line, and you remember the last time you were here - James is the only family I have. Maybe some are taking this development a bit easier than others.

“Always am,” Bucky says, using his free arm to punch her lightly on the shoulder. She gets him back, much harder, and you feel Bucky wince away from her and into your side. “Serious, Natashenka. I’ll be fine.”

“Good,” she says. Smirking, she adds, “I’ll kill you if you aren’t.”

You look back to Steve and Sam before they can notice you eavesdropping, a hot, honey-thick feeling melting through your skin. You want to know what that feels like in a way which burns; to have people who have your back like that, and your dad doesn’t count because he literally has to. You understood Bucky’s gang even less than you originally thought - he’s not just a biker, a criminal, a hit man or an ex-army vet turned enforcer, whatever the case may be. He’s a guy doing what he has to do to protect the people he loves, because he’s surrounded by them. You’ve never had to protect anyone but yourself.

You tuck yourself closer into Bucky’s side, letting the warmth and smell of him consume you. That’s gonna change, you think. This feeling in your chest is telling you that change is already happening.

~~~

Steve does not have to get ear plugs to survive the night, and you make both him and Bucky coffee before you head off. Shower, new clothes, work - all that normal people stuff you have to do. Steve, golden in the morning sun with the brightest smile on his face, and Bucky’s moody scowl at the early hour and dark rings under his eyes, wave you goodbye. You kiss Bucky’s pout before you go, letting him grab your ass for a second before you slip away.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” he says, and Steve snorts like there’s some joke you’re missing.

“I’ll go out the laundry window,” you say, as if this is a new development and not your usual routine. “Nobody’s gonna follow me, promise.”

“Hmph,” is all Bucky says and then you’re really gone, racing down the stairs and out the window like you always do.

Sorry Bucky, you silently think towards his apartment as instead of making to cut through the gym parking lot, you wrap back around his building and scan the street from behind the bins. Sure enough, opposite Bucky’s building with a baseball cap on and another cigarette, stands the same dude who followed you the first time. You really weren’t lying - stupid ideas are kind of your thing.

You make sure you’re hidden by a group of pedestrians as you slip out the side alley of Bucky’s apartment building and walk away from your stalker. He doesn’t notice, and you manage to walk a block and cross the road without him any the wiser. Your roles have switched as you hang out at the news-agency a few doors down from where he’s waiting, pretending to flick through a magazine. It’s easy to take a few picture of him over the top of the page with your phone, grainy but useable for when you show Bucky later.

You can deal with Bucky being angry at you, because you know how to do your job and this is the most efficient way to get intel. It’s always easier to ask for forgiveness than permission.

Eventually, you watch your stalker watch Bucky and Steve leave his building. It’s 9AM and they head to their respective bikes, revving off down the street in the general direction of Steve’s tattoo shop. Your man hunches his shoulders and pulls out his phone, taps into it for a bit, before he walks off in the opposite direction to Bucky and Steve. Not following them, then. Your stomach twists as you fall into pace a few people behind him. Just following you.

He gets on the subway, which makes  it very difficult for you to remain unnoticed but you manage to sit at the internal doors in the next carriage and watch him through those. He gets on his phone again, talking to someone with evident frustration if his clenched jaw and balled fist is anything to go by. He gets off in Manhattan, walks a few blocks, before ducking into a darkly lit bar called the Lerna. You decide it’s probably best not to follow him there, but you snap a few photos on your phone of the bar before doubling back out to Brooklyn.

You call Bucky as you go, a bit jittery at the incoming argument you know you’ve created, but you can’t help but feel it will be worth it. Now you have something to actually go off - a face, a name, some concrete facts. Much better than stabbing around in the dark. A few rings go by before Bucky picks up, saying, “Miss me already?”

“Get over yourself, tough guy,” you say, but you’re smiling. Maybe you do miss him already, just a bit. You were so focused on getting your information you didn’t get to fully savour Bucky this morning, all tanned muscles and tattoos, all yours. You force yourself to ruin the moment by saying, “I’ve got some information for you.”

“Me too,” he says, which surprises you. “Nat’s gotten together some potential candidates for your stalker. Have you got time to come to Steve’s tattoo place?”

“Sure,” you say, beginning to pick at your nails as the nerves set in.

There’s a beat of silence before Bucky must realise what you’d said before, and he doesn’t sound nearly as light and playful anymore “You said you had information? On what?”

“I’ll just show you when I get there,” you rush out, closing your eyes at the way Bucky sucks in a breath like he already knows what you’ve done. “Don’t be mad.”

“Oh, I’m not mad,” he says, as if through gritted teeth. “I’m fucking livid. Please tell me you didn’t follow that guy this morning.”

“Ok, I won’t tell you,” you say. “See you in twenty.”

“You’re dead meat,” he says before you hang up.

It could’ve gone worse, you muse as you round the corner to the subway station. Sure, Bucky threatened you with lethal violence and sounded even angrier than he’d gotten at the shop yesterday, but you can still imagine him smiling at his phone as you hung up the same way you’re smiling at yours now.

You text him the photos with a quick, Don’t say I never do anything for you xx

A minute after the photos deliver, Bucky is calling you again. You frown down at his caller ID, confused - you were on your way, why is he calling you back already? But before you answer that question, someone grabs your arm and tugs you away from the subway steps and into an alley instead. His grip is bruising, unbreakable, even as you scream and kick before he shoves a gun into your neck and you fall deathly silent.

“Scream and you’re dead,” the man says, hot on your ear. You can’t shudder away, his vice grip too tight and the cold steel on your jugular paralysing. You twist a bit to look behind you despite yourself, your stomach bottoming out at the familiar face which grins back at you. Baseball cap, brown hair, stubble - just like any other white guy. He sneers at you and says, “Not so clever now, huh?”

All you can hear, as your stalker marches you down the alley and into a waiting SUV with a gun to your back, is Bucky’s voice yelling this isn’t something you fuck around with. You’d let him say ‘I told you’ so a thousand times if it meant you got out of this alive. Hopefully, the phone tucked into your back pocket will be enough to save you. You hope Bucky is listening, the call you just managed to answer still catching the grunted conversation your kidnappers are having. You’ve never needed someone before, but god, do you hope Bucky’s got you now.  

Part 6

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I wish I were Heather.

Pair: Reader x Draco Malfoy

Summary: How you wish you were Heather.

Warning: light cursing, a LITTLE bit angsty (for me lol)

A/N: i wrote this when i was bored so it’s not as good😔 and this is the “based-off-a-song-or-lyrics” type of imagine if you know what i mean. and if you see me use “oh i...” instead of using words based on third person pov, just imagine like you are saying it in your heart LMAO😩 and i know using “Y/N” is kinda cringy but i have no option left😔 and can you please give me some comments about my writing? i got really anxious when people read them but didn’t say anything about it. thank you and happy reading bubbas <3

Picture is from Pinterest

Playing “Heather” by Conan Gray

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I still remember the third of December, me in your sweater. You said it looked better on me than it did you. Only if you knew, how much I liked you.

“Here, Y/N. I’m sorry I forgot that you were next to me” Draco passing his green sweater to you. He spilled some tea on you while you guys were eating. Forgetting that you sat next to him. It smelt like him. The smell of comfort. The smell that you have been looking for whenever you feel depressed. The smell of someone that you want when you are touch deprived.

“You know... you should wear my clothes more often. Looking real good in them, eh?” he cocked his eyebrows, laughing at your blushing cheeks. And he left, left with butterflies all over the room. You smiled to yourself, feeling more in love with the Slytherin prince. No one knew... no one knew how much he means the world to you.

But I watch your eyes as she walks by. What a sight for sore eyes. Brighter than a blue sky. She’s got you mesmerised while I die.

Heather. The new transfer student. Her beautiful face. Her green eyes that caught everyone’s attention. Her smile, sweeter than honey. Her kindness, is really out of this world. No one can get their eyes off her. How ethereal, and how much of a goddess she is. Everyone loves her.

And so do your favourite blonde boy. He looked amazed.. by her beauty, by her everything. Oh... did I hear my own heart breaking? Shattering in pieces?

It should be me instead. I am the one that should caught his eyes. Why her? God, take my pain away. Take me away.

“Draco!” he didn’t move. Oh...

Why would you ever kiss me? I’m not even half as pretty.

Our tongue fought for dominance. His tongue slides in my mouth. The way our mouth fits each other perfectly. The way we savoured each other in hunger.

Oh you wish this will happen willingly. Oh you wish this will happen when you both are actually in love with each other.

“Draco... how about Heather? You love her, don’t you?” you asked, hoping that his answer will match yours.

“This is a one night thing. Please, Y/N?”.

Oh no. I was blinded, by his love. I melted, under the Slytherin’s boy words.

You gave her your sweater. “It’s just polyester”. “But you like her better” “I wish I were Heather”

You watched her walking through the Great Hall. You noticed how familiar the green sweater that she was wearing. Isn’t that the one that Draco once gave me to wear?

“Draco, isn’t that your sweater?” you looked at him. The way he looked at her. His eyes were full of love.

“Draco?!”

“Oh what, Y/N? Oh yeah. It’s mine. Why?”

“You once gave it to me. I thought...” Man. You have no idea how many times he wanted to break your heart.

“It’s just polyester, Y/N. Don’t be dramatic” he laughed it off. His grey eyes were still on her. Eyeing every inch of her body. Looking at her in awe, wishing she were his.

“But you like her better. I wish I were Heather...” you whispered under your breath, hoping he will understand what you are feeling, hoping he will know how much pain he has caused you.

Watch as she stands with her, holding your hand. Put your arm ‘round her shoulder, now I’m getting colder.

It was a trip to Hogsmeade! You were super excited to spend your time with Draco! Going to Honeydukes or spending some times at The Three Broomsticks. You have been waiting for this day to happen.

You walked to the place where students were told to wait before actually going to Hogsmeade. You eyed every corner of the big hall, trying to look for the Slytherin prince. And you saw him...

“Oh...” you watched them, with Heather, holding their hands together. They were laughing and giggling; like the they are the only person in the world. And he looked as happy as he ever been.

You heart started to shatter in pieces, again. The same pain that you felt when you saw him staring at her started to take over you body. You let out a quiet sobs, just hurting from all the pain.

“Y/N, are you okay?” a ginger-haired boy asked. Ron Weasley. He looked around, trying to find the reason why you were crying. Maybe someone teased or bullied you but his eyes were fixated at the ‘lovely’ couple.

“Come here, love. You can follow me, Harry and Hermione to Hogsmeade! Let’s spend time together, shall we?” Ron dragged you away from the happy ‘couple’ there, not wanting you to be a broken piece of figure during the wonderful day.

“Thanks, Ron”

But how could I hate her? She’s such an angel. But then again, kinda wish she were dead.

“Y/N. Please, stop thinking about them, okay? He’s a prick anyway” Hermione tried to convince you. You played with the ring on your finger.

Yes. He is a prick. But not to me. He was always nice to me.

The hatred that I have seeing them being happy together is out of the world. It should be me instead! It should be me from the first day! Why her out of sudden?!

“Oh hey, Y/N!” you heard a voice that you recognise, the voice that once made you have butterflies in your stomach. You looked to your side, seeing them holding hands together, still.

“Oh busy with them, huh? K then” a sigh came out from your mouth. You know how much he hates the Golden Trio. You once hated them too but they are not bad, at all. They are super nice.

“Oh, darling. I’m so sorry...” Hermione hugging your broken figure, trying to make you feel better. Without you realising, your tears fell down to your cheeks.

Why does love hurt so bad?

“I wish I were Heather”

“Oi, Y/N? Why were you hanging out with them on the Hogsmeade trip?!” Draco pushed you to the wall, jealousy burning through his body.

“What the fuck, Draco?!” Ron shouted from far, running his way to you and Draco, pushing Draco away.

“Shut up, weaselbee. You fucking blood traitor” Draco spat.

“Shut it, Malfoy!” you screamed. Everyone around you guys were shook, their eyes widened.

“You have changed, Y/N! You didn’t like them back then?! And now? You are defending this them? What happened to you? Are you out of your mind?!” Draco gaze turned to you. His focus is all on you now. You can feel his anger burning up in the air. The air was thick and the tension between you and him is making you stressed out.

“Yes, Malfoy! I do hate them but it was when you blinded me with your shits. And what the fuck do you mean by I have changed?! You were the one who have changed now, Malfoy. Your focus are now all on that new student, Heather. And not me. Draco, can’t you see it?! I noticed the way you look at her, Malfoy. Your eyes are always full of love when you are with her. I noticed the way you treated her, Malfoy. I saw everything. You were the one who chose to spend your day at Hogsmeade with her! I didn’t want to ruin your fun, Malfoy. You, now, have the audacity to say shits like?! Can’t you see it? I was in love with you. But I just realised how toxic it is being in love with you! I hurt myself just to have all your attention. I hurt myself so that you can feel the love that you once wished you have. And you said this to me?! Go, Draco. Fucking go. Go have a little life with her. I hate you!” you said, giving zero fucks at everyone that was staring. You walked away, far away from the love of your life.

“Good game, well played, Malfoy” Ron clapped his hands, running to reach you after that.

Draco kicked his bag that was on the floor, knowing that he fucked up so bad. He should have known. He should have seen the way you looked at him. He was blind. Now, all he can do is regretting his decision. Losing you was one of his biggest fear. So, I guess it’s a “check” on his list of fears.

-end-

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BTS Caretaker CH32

Summary: She may think she has Bangtan Sonyeondan wrapped around her fingers. She may think it is easy to love the members equally without hurting any soul. She may think the boys wont fall head over heels for her. She assumes it is okay to show a little love and affection towards the boys, what if she gets it all wrong? What if it only brings more complication to her already complicated life? Can she survive their charms? Will she be able to resist them? What if they just wont let her go?

- Pairing: BTS x Oc ( Yoongi x OC, Jungkook x OC)

- Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Romance, Idol!au

- Word Count: 4, 450

- Author Note: Sorry for super late update i was busy with my work and new semester begin today :< so it took most of my time! anyways, here is the update! :) so im sorry seul is dumb and confuse, and when i wrote this i also confuse lmao so hmm, she has no intention to toy yoongi or kook heart. 

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Chapter 32

Betrayal. Anger. Confusion.

Yoongi found himself gawking at the despicable scene in front of him, just when he thought Seul showed him a signal which he assumed only meant for him. There she was sleeping peacefully under the thick duvet, clinging onto Jungkook as though her life depended on it. Clothes scattered on the floor were enough to give him a short run up about their little deeds last night.

Rubbing the back of his head in frustration, he steadied his heavy breathing. Think rational, don’t jump into conclusion. You drag yourself in this, why are you upset? Yoongi clutched his fist letting jealousy engulfed his heart.

Should he wake these two up and make a scene? Or should he just walk away and talked to her about this after the tour?

None of the choices above could help him in resolving this unsettling feeling. He needed a closure. His thin lips were pressed into a thin line as he scrutinized the couple diligently, not breaking any eye contact. Much to his distaste, Jungkook shifted his position very slightly baffling the older guy. He certainly had no plan to face Jungkook, like hell if he planned to confront him, how he’s going to get started?

This was awkward.

Abort mission. Abort mission.

Yoongi turned around to leave the room however Jungkook hoarse voice put his steps to a halt “Yoongi hyung?” he called out softly. He swore in his head for creating this mess. Jungkook lifted Seul out of the way carefully, moving silently and pulled the duvet to cover her body.

The older guy made no move either as he waited Jungkook to speak, “Hyung..what are you doing here?” the latter let out a small grunt, while putting on his shirt and pants. Yoongi frowned hearing his indifferent voice as if he did nothing to irk him.

He glanced at Seul whom fast asleep and tore his gaze at the exhausted young man before him “You and I, in my room now. We need to talk” he sneered lowly and exited the room. Confused, the younger guy walked after Yoongi feeling the goosebumps all over his body. The topic of the conversation involved Seul and him, he could tell from Yoongi’s burning eyes.

                                                                         This thing enraged Yoongi.                          

Jungkook closed the door behind him and planned to clear the misunderstanding before his hyung jumped into conclusion, things would get complicated that way. As he was about to open his mouth to speak, the older guy beat his him in doing so “Did you guys do it?” Jungkook’s face hardened.

“What-?” he flinched.

“I said, did you guys do it?!” he repeated with slightly annoyed voice. The memories of last night reappeared causing the maknae to feel self-conscious about it. Why was this thing matter to Yoongi? He never questions his hyung intimacy with Seul, only god knew what they did behind his back.

His brow pinched together forming a deep frown, “Why are you so interested in my personal life?” Jungkook mumbled under his breath.

“Because I happened to witness both of you naked under the blanket. Don’t you think it gives me enough ideas what you both up to last night? How far did you go?” Yoongi crossed his arms, with his hard fixated on him.

“That is none of your business” he blurted out.

“It is my business! We promise that we are in this together, if you are sleeping with her then what it makes me then? A one-night stand?” frustrated, Yoongi snarled garnering Jungkook’s attention. The latter brained his friend words, making sense out from it and it finally dawned on him, Yoongi and Seul were having that kind of relationship too.

His heart was pounding as if he had just run a race, he stroked his tousle hair in anger “You…” expelling a long sigh, he continued “You and Seul did….it? ”Jungkook didn’t even dare to finish his sentence as they exchanged a look.

Even though, Yoongi felt rueful over the fact that Seul was being intimate with two guys at once, he realized Jungkook was not the one to be blamed. It was their fault for not having any self-control. If there’s one person that’s partially guilty, then it the person would be Seul.

Screw Ji Seul for leading them on.

Again, they forced the girl to agree with their crazy ideas. Could they have expected this at least? Like they had a control over Seul’s feelings and actions. They should have expected the unexpected because it bounds to happen, sooner or later.

“We didn’t go far. Seul and I were having that moment, however we snapped out from it before we lost ourselves” Yoongi pursed his lips in annoyance and staring at Jungkook with a strained, and expectant glance.

Jungkook looked down while shaking his head “We went halfway, she stopped me before I could make another move. I should have controlled myself!” he said as he sunk on Yoongi’s bed, heaving a deep sigh. Leaning against the wall, a small smile played across his face “This is so fucked up Kkuk. What if..we ended up sleeping with her for real? Neither you nor I would like that to happen, do you? I don’t like sharing” he professed.

“What make you think I like sharing her with you?” he snapped.

Yoongi hissed “I vow to myself that I won’t let girl issues come between us, now look where it brings us? We need to put a stop to this” he groaned.

“How? It is not like we can force her to give us answers?! She…is having a rough time. This is not a good idea. I cant hurt her…I promise to protect her” he muttered.

“Rough time? Is there something that I must know?” the anger inside him had subsided. All he cared was Seul’s well-being. He couldn’t remember when the last time was they had a heart to heart talk which involved her life. It had always been about him and him. Not that he remembered, if there was time Seul bring up a topic about her.

“Someone from her past make an appearance again. There’s a lot of things that we don’t know about her, hyung. It made me realize how it is not easy for her to make up her mind. She had a traumatic past” Yoongi’s ears perked up in curiosity. Hesitant, Jungkook took a long pause as the older guy urged him to continue with his story.

Yoongi had the right to know the truth.

Will Seul kill him if he spilled her secret? But it is Yoongi though, she cares for him. If she wished to bring this relationship to whole new level, she got to trust Yoongi.

Seul, please don’t kill me. Im afraid of hyung’s wrath more than yours. Jungkook prayed in his head, and finally unravelled the mystery of Ji Seul life. Called it dramatic, Min Yoongi really exaggerate his reactions and in the middle of the conversation, Yoongi would punch the mattress under him jolting the younger guy in pure horror.

This was the exact reason why he feared Yoongi’s wrath more than others. Unexpected reaction and action came from him was the worse thing on planet. “Fuck. Why didn’t you tell me earlier?!” he snarled angrily, though he had no reason to be mad at Jungkook. The emotion took over his sanity, he was at the verge of killing someone at this rate.

“I discovered the truth last night, what do you expect me to do? Come running to your room and let you swear at me for waking you up from your deep slumber!” he rolled his eyes, judging his hyung mentally.

“If that is what you need, then you should have come sooner! She fucking cried and you-ugh what an asshole, I swear if I have an image of him in my head..I will not spare his life“ scowling, Yoongi grinded his teeth suppressing his anger.

To be reminded of Seul’s past was repugnant to him. Now, that he shared half of the burden with Yoongi at least they could protect her from the evil man. If that’s what Yoongi planned to do since he insisted on getting the answers from Seul.

“Alright, this is out of topic. Do you think Jimin hyung and Seul are as close as us to her?” Jungkook said out of the blue alarming Yoongi in his seat. “Do you think they ever-Impossible right? We are talking about Jimin here. He is not that type of guy who will do such thing” he assured himself to not let negativity consumed his brain.

“Duh, it is Jimin hyung! The guy who ripped his shirt on stage, and the same guy who used his sexiness to kill girls’ heart. Do you think he is not capable of such thing? Do not belittle him” said Jungkook in an irritating manner.

“Yah! Why are you bringing him up? I am sure there is not much progress in their relationship, just because.. I rarely see them together. She has been sticking like a glue with Jin and you, I should be worried of Jin than Jimin”

Jungkook massaged his forehead “Jin hyung.. Jin hyung..” he hummed incoherently.

A loud grunt behind the partition brought their attention to the sleepy figure “Whose unpleasant voice is that calling my name so early in the morning?” Jin yawned loudly, kicking his blanket off him before sitting up in annoyance. Yoongi and Jungkook froze as they totally forgot about Jin’s existence in the same room, he wondered if the guy overheard their conversation earlier.

“I will go check on Seul. We will talk about this again later” he murmured lowly enough for Yoongi to hear, as he left the room.

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The boys had finally left for their Japan tour and would not be home for two weeks or more. Despite their hectic schedule, they would come back in between to settle some stuffs in Korea but there could barely breath Korea’s air. They would need to leave immediately the day after for their tour.

Seul returned to her daily routine, tending her job at the tea shop and as the caretaker except she’d come less to clean since they’re not home. Most of the time, she would spend her time at work with her friends and Hoon made a frequent visit to her workplace just to get his free brownies. Impudent boy.

“We are short of fresh milk, I will be out to buy it. Watch the counter” Wongeun set his brown apron on the table. “Will you be alright alone? Hwasa is out for delivery but she will be back soon though” Seul chuckled.

“Hey this is not my first time alone, stop being dramatic.  Just go, we need those fresh milk” she dried her hands and returned to the cashier counter. Ruffling her hair, Wongeun gave her a final wink as he exited the store with a playful smile.

The business at this hour was not busy in comparison to lunch hour break giving Seul time to breathe and clean the place thoroughly. Three hours till the closing, Seul decided to kill time and polished her skills in baking a red velvet cake. Recently, Wongeun taught her how to bake one since he wanted to make it as their signature cake.

Humming to random songs, she dropped the ingredient carefully inside the glass bowl with a wide grin. Nothing could beat this excitement to see the result of it. Occasionally, she would glance at the counter if there’s any presence of customer. She was immersed in her creations to notice someone presence behind her.

Seul felt a hand slid down her arms, brushing her skin from behind cause her to turn around in fear facing the individual. Her face felt upon seeing the uninvited guest there, and it made her super conscious of her surroundings. She pressed her back deeper against the marble counter as if it could take more of her weigh, to create a huge distance between him and the older man.

“It is nice seeing you again Seul” his dirty voice haunted her once again. A voice that she tried so hard to forget now came to torture her again without mercy. There was a tiny voice in her head telling her to scream and sought help, she just wanted to escape from here. Breathing in the same room as his disgusted her.

“Seeing how hard you try to push me away, I bet you still remember me” placing his arms on both side, he trapped her in between while smirking playfully.

One of her hands clutched onto the counter, gulping the heavy lumps on her throat “Wh-at…do you wan-t..Stay..away from me” her lips quivered as she failed to hold back her fears. He smelled just like seven years ago, a mixture of tobacco and alcohol.

“Aw, I wish I can. But you are working for me, like old times don’t you think?”

Seul eyes sprung open, and she stared at him disbelief “Yes my dear, I am the owner of this place. Fate really brings us together, I like that” he moves his hand along the length of her hair and leaned in to sniff the sweet peach smell from it.

“You smell just as good as before” she palmed his chest to push him away, but his grip tightened around her wrist as fast as lightning earning a soft whimper from the girl. Tears started to cascade down her cheeks like heavy rain, fearing what he’s about to do to her.

“Lea-ve me alone” Seul pleaded.

“Aw, I wish I can my dear, but I am in charged here. It is rude to treat your employer this way don’t you think?” squishing her wrist tighter, he whispered dangerously close to her earlobe.  His hot breath fanned against her skin, weakening her knees instantly.

Tears in her eyes blurred the image around her, she desperately looked for source of help at least anyone inside the store to pull her out of this misery. “There is no one here, just us. We can have a little fun too” the man used his free hand, to encircle it around her waist crashing their body together.

Seul gasped in horror and struggled in his strong grasp. It seemed like his age didn’t deplete his energy at all. Showing no sign of giving up, she reached out to random things on the counter as a defence mechanism. Things happened way too fast, as she sensed his body being lifted off from her and not long after she saw the older man ended up against the wall groaning in pain.

“YOU RAT! YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO TOUCH HER!” the owner of the voice yelled angrily, glaring at his way getting ready to take another charge and punched the older man into a pulp. The familiarity of the voice shocked the hell out of her. She could tell who’s her saviour under the mask just by his voice.

Hurriedly, Seul went to his side, embracing him from behind “Jin..please. stop it… please” she sobbed between her words.

His heart softened, as he quickly faced the girl taking her in his arms, “Seul-ah are you okay? Did he hurt you anywhere?” she let out a long sigh of relief, grateful that Jin appeared just on time before Mr Kwon could do anything inappropriate.

Mr Kwon got back on his feet, fixing his grey suit with a smug played across his face. “We are not done Seul. I will see you around” Jin gritted his teeth, watching his figure disappeared into the darkness.

He returned his attention to the crying girl, “Calm down, Seul. I am here, he is gone” he stroked her hair and sighed deeply. “Thank you..” she had begun to tremble with a sort of frightened and frustrated fury.

Seul had never been so scared in her life ever since she escaped that gruesome phase years ago. How was it possible to fix her old wound again? Jin took his time to calm down the scared girl. Squeezing her eyes open, she looked up meeting his worried gaze “What are you doing here?” she murmured, pulling away from his embrace.

“We have to get back to studio to record new songs, but we’ll fly back to Japan this Saturday. Where are your colleagues? Why are you alone?” stroking her cheeks, Jin dried her tears and emitted a long sigh.

“Wongeun oppa and Hwasa are out to do errands. They will be back soon” as if on cue, Hwasa and Wongeun made their appearance inside the store cheerfully however only to turn serious as soon as they saw the mess and distressed looking Seul.

Hwasa lurched forward, grabbing Seul shoulder “Oh my god, are you alright? Did someone try to hurt you? Where is the thief?” her eyes scanned the area wildly and as soon as notice Jin’s presence there, Hwasa let out a high pitch holler. “You are the thief? What did you do to her?!”

Both Wongeun and Jin squirmed slightly at the squeaky voice, and before Seul could explain further, her crazy best friend had already grabbed nearby broom to hit the innocent young man with it.

“Aren’t you ashamed?! Do you think it is okay to steal something which isn’t yours?” she swung the broom towards his direction. Jin dodged the hit before it could kiss his face.

“Hwasa! Stop it! He is not the thief!” the shorter girl grabbed her arms, holding the furious girl in her stance before she could cause any harm to this idol handsome face.

She growled under her breath while shooting a nasty glare at Jin “Oh really? I am not convinced by the way how he dressed. He looked even suspicious with that mask on” Seul shook her head tiredly.

Offended by the accusations, Jin pulled down his mask a little revealing his face “If I were a thief, the only thing that I steal will be Seul’s heart” Seul cringed at his cheesiness. The tall guy who stood silently behind Jin looked disturbed by a joke that he pulled a moment ago.

Hwasa gaped “You are the Kim Seokjin! Oh my god!” the latter politely bow and smiled sweetly. “I am sorry to cause the misunderstanding. I was here when Seul was ha-“ Seul blurted out quickly, leaving Jin confused.

“I had a major headache and was about to pass out. Jin came right on time to help” their eyes met , exchanging a hard gaze.

“You sick? You should have told me Seul. I would send you back early. Now, go get your stuff and leave. You need rest” Wongeun suggested.

“I am okay, I can still work”

Jin crossed his arm “No you are not. You look pale to me, lets go back. I will walk you home” Hwasa bit her lower lips, careful not to fangirl over the attention that Seokjin showed on her best friend. She was happy for Seul just because she could see this young man before her is madly in love.

“You guys please” “Seul please listen to me for once, leave before I make you” Wongeun’s voice was stern and firm enough to intimidate her. Giving into the order, Seul made her way sulkily to her locker grabbing her things.

Hwasa turned to Jin putting her serious façade “Kim Seokjin-ssi, take care of my friend. If..i find out she gets hurt under your supervision, I will smack your handsome face with this broom” his eyes wide opened in bafflement.

Seul walloped her back head softly earning a loud protest from the latter “We are heading back home not for a war, stop being dramatic, you rude girl” Hwasa rolled her eyes in annoyance. “Get back home safely” Wongeun crescent moon eyes appeared when he smiled brightly.

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Her place was only 10 minutes-walk from the store, but they purposely took another route which took another 15 minutes. She did not mind the long walk especially with Jin by her side. That quiet walk home was her chance to relax and gathered her thought.

Jin on the other hand racking his intelligent brain to find that one perfect word to inquire her about the incident happened inside the store. The harassment was intentional to him, he had a strong feeling that the perverted old man knew Seul.

“We are not done Seul. I will see you around” his voice rung in his head non-stop and for some reason it couldn’t be erased from his memory. A displeased grunt could be heard clearly shifting her attention to her. Seul stopped walking, interlacing their hand together surprising the latter.

Jin eyes landed on their intertwined hand, and a smile crept on his face. “Do you have questions for me?” she muttered softly.

“What questions?”

“You can’t bluff me, it is written all over your face. What’s on your mind?” Jin bit his tongue, sighing one more time. She giggled and stroked the visible line on his forehead “Look you are sighing again and stop frowning. You don’t want to have wrinkle at this age” Jin studied her face.

Her long eyelashes batting at him, and her brown eyes stared out, wide and lovely. Her beauty never fails to render him speechless. Jin shrugged the thought off and wrapped her wrist, holding it down “Lets find a place to talk” she nodded in agreement, letting Jin led the way.

As they walked to nearby park, hand in hand, Jin spotted empty bench. They sat in silent for few minutes until he finally had the courage to ask the question. “The man earlier, do you know him?” Seul knew he finally asked her about Mr Kwon, it’s matter of time.

“He is someone from my past. The memories that I had with him was horrible and pathetic” her fingers fiddled with the hem of her blouse, inhaling a deep breath. Jin didn’t expect her to tell him everything. Seul’s expression darkened as she was remembered by the past again, nothing seemed to be working every time she wanted to get rid of the horrible memory.

“Seul, if you are not-“ “My father sold me to him. Mr Kwon, that man…my father made a deal with him. In exchanged of the freedom from his debt, I have to serve Mr Kwon. He used me to satisfy his needs and..” she had a stoic expression that pained Jin. Although close to tears, she tried to make her voice sounded casual.

He stared at her in a different, and in curiosity. Jin least expected to hear such things came from her mouth. He thought it only existed in dramas or movies, so it really happened in real life. A clawing sensation tugged at his chest, her emotional pain nearly suffocated him.  

“And..I was locked in a room ever since he brought me in. I thought of ending my life right away, I couldn’t handle the pain. It was too much..I..I just..” she was not able to finish her sentence and her voice cracked. She inhaled deeply, as pain engulfed her heart breaking it like a crumbling wall.

Jin threw his arms around her protectively, caressing her long hair “I am sorry..” he whispered.

“You did nothing, don’t be sorry” she felt tears brimming in her eyes. With a single blink, the tears spilled down like a broken pipe. After regaining her composure, she settled herself comfortably in his embrace and continued with her stories. Seul thought if she told him about her dark past, it would help her to heal the wound.

Although he listened attentively to her story of life, her humiliation at the awful past got to her. She was ashamed and disgusted of it. What is Jin felt the same way? When she first opened up to Jungkook, she didn’t expect his reaction contradicted to what she imagined.

It went well despite her struggled between the sobs.

Jin took one deep breath in as soon as the story ended. “So you and Hoon are step siblings? Different father but same mother?” Seul smiled meekly. “Have you found your real father?” he looked at her with a concern look.

“I don’t know who my father is. I asked my mother about it but, she refused to tell me the truth. I stopped asking after that one time because she looked hurt and furious”

“Arent you curious?”

“I am..i really want to see him, my biological father. I wish I can find way to reach him” she murmured in defeat.

He sighed “Your father, you will find him. I..damn how should I put this, is it possible for you to quit your job considering Mr Kwon is the owner of that shop. It is risky to stay Seul-ah. Now, that he knows you’re working there, he will find way to get to you again” his hand stopped around her waist and continue to make a small circle around it.

“I need that job to cover up our daily expenses”

“But you have the caretaker job with us, isn’t it enough to pay for everything?” his brows quirked up.

“The money that I earned from that job I used it to pay mom’s medical expenses. This permanent job that I have, to pay for the bills and Hoon’s college” he gave her a disapproval look.

“If this is about money, I can help you. Your safety is my utmost priority, I want to quit that job. The things that happened today might occur again, you never know when that bastard decided to strike again. Please Seul, think about it” taking her hand in his, he brought it close to his lips, kissing it softly.

Seul shuddered at the contact of his lips against her cold skin, a gush of memory invaded her mind. The kisses that Jin gave to her when she had her panic attack made her face pink. “I will think about it” she coughed away the awkwardness.

“It is late, you need your rest too. Lets go back now” she pulled her hand form his grasp and arose from her feet. She couldn’t stop the thudding of her heart as she waited for him to come up. He smiled to himself and grabbed her hand once again making the latter to squeal softly.

“Lets go” he interlocked her fingers with his, and started walking side by side.

Underneath a sky blanketed with stars, there were two confused souls walking through the darkness. They pretended the sound of their loud heart beatings were not caused by their close proximity.

Was she swooned by Jin’s little gesture?

This work belongs to  Chimswae © 2021. All Rights Reserved

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Side Effects~

Prolouge

[An au based off Stray Kids' song "Side Effects" where Chan is struggling with life and one day he does the unthinkable and this is how he'll act after he does what he does. It'll most likely be a bunch of short stories that'll blend into one universe about Chan dealing with each one of his 'side effects'.]

"Wha-

what do you mean you're quitting Stray Kids?!" Felix managed to sputter out at his blonde haired bandmate in front of him.

Utterly dumbfounded, the younger of the two could do nothing except open and close his mouth wordlessly and just ogle at his bandmate. It seemed as if all notion of reality had completely been wiped from Felix's mind the moment he'd heard the shocking, no scratch that, life changing news, the only functioning part left wondering if the person in front of him was actually going to go through with it all.

"You heard what I said Felix!" Chan yelled back at the younger male.

Bitter tears welled up without any warning and stung Chan's eyes with unbearable pain as he forced himself to look up and look right at his face. Look at the hurt, the anguish, the pure grief written on Felix's face as clear as day.

It was only for a split second, but it was enough to shatter Chan's heart into a million pieces. Seeing Felix broken like that, it hurt the very core of his being in a way no amount of words would be able to describe.

Tears threatened yet none spilled out. There was no sudden garbled apology about how he was wrong and he actually wasn't leaving at all. There wasn't even any room for the small possibility that Chan and the rest of Stray Kids were pranking him and now they'd all come out where they were hiding from and say it's just all a joke, calm down Felix!

Chan couldn't regret what he was doing, deep down he wasn't entirely sorry for leaving. He knew Stray Kids would keep going as all 8 of them had the talent to keep it going, he knew all 8 of them were entirely capable and he knew he wouldn't be putting the group in massive jeopardy but probably for the first time since before debut Chan was selfish.

He wanted to do what was best for himself even if it meant ripping a world apart.

"... don't do this to me, please, don't look at me like that Felix."

"TO YOU!? What about the rest of us?? What about the future of Stray Kids, its nothing without you. You're like the glue that binded us together, made us come together as a team, bandmates and now we're more than that, we're family...

... we were brothers."

Felix inhaled a sharp breath as his tears finally fell. One solitary tear rolled down his right cheek and before long he was heaving up body shuddering sobs. As best as his ever juddering hands could allow he put his head in his hands and shut his thick tear filled eyes, just trying his best to make sense of the world in this moment.

His thoughts were as vast and never ending as an ocean, swimming in them Felix realised he could have said a million words to Chan then and there, let all of his pent up anger out since he heard the news in one raging inferno blaze, bash Chan for being insensitive, for being so selfish, just lash out at him for anything and everything he's ever done.

He couldn't.

It became too much in his own thoughts so Felix hesitantly lifted his head out of his hands to come back to the harshness of reality.

Everything blurred in and out focus so he gripped a nearby chair to steady himself and when things finally felt normal he looked up at Chan's face.

Felix took in every detail of his face and the words he was thinking of spitting out earlier vanished into thin air. It seemed like his ability to speak was gone, all he could do was stare, stare intently at Chan's face.

It wasn't the fact that Chan's face was filled with regret and longing that crushed Felix like a tonne of metal bricks, it was the fact that it wasn't.

The fact that Chan had already been beat and pummeled to the ground again by this invisible force, an untouchable enemy that had already bested their amazing leader ten times over.

The fact that Chan was giving up, accepting defeat, after all this time, this, it had won.... and Felix couldn't bear it, he couldn't bear to see Chan like this.

"Chan.... just please don't do this."

"C-can't we still help? The 8 of us? Make everything better for you?"

"I know! We'll, we'll talk to the managers! Allow you to take some time off and get some well earned rest, take a break from the group for a couple days, months or even a whole year if you need it!"

"Just please...anything except leaving entirely."

A fresh batch of tears wavered in both member's eyes as Felix's voice managed to crack a little at the end of his speech of hopeless fantasies.

Felix let the tears spill but it wasn't as fierce as before, not passionate sobs that racked his whole body as before but instead eyes fixated on the floor as silent tears rolled down which made an endless tear track down both his cheeks.

A deep choking feeling had possessed the room at that point, suffocated them as they both realised entirely the feeling of impossibleness that had engulfed them.

It was impossible for Chan to even remotely get better without leaving but Felix never fully accepted that fact. He thought with each passing day Chan looked happier and healthier but all this time he was losing and now it couldn't work, he had to go.

"You have to tell the other members of my departure tomorrow Felix." Chan said looking dead on at Felix's downcast face.

Felix nodded slowly in understanding and gulped but he couldn't help it as his face scrunched up, a similar look to how his face would screw shut if he got kicked sharply in his genital areas.

He opened his eyes and spoke aloud to the older, willing himself to look him in the eyes as he told him his next few questions.

"Why me... why do I have to be the one who tells the other members...?

Was it trainee days, was it the fact that I supposedly receive more popularity according to all those graphs and statistics?"

Then he closed his eyes and tilted his head downward, saying his next words in something barely passable as a whisper.

"Why must you insist I be the one getting put through this torture Chan?"

An eternity passed in silence. Felix kept his eyes closed, head down and just listened calmly to the sound of his own breath repeating, each inhale and exhale repeating in unison. And the 'thud thud' of his heartbeat beginning to pound less in his ears at the newfound state of silence.

Chan stared at Felix, at a face even with closed eyes that still carried so much emotion and feeling with a state of inquisitiveness outruling all, calmly awaiting for an answer for his question.

Minutes ticked by and maybe it was because Chan felt sorry for Felix. Maybe it was because it would be their last opportunity to have a meaningful embrace together. Maybe it was because Chan felt a deep sense of regret bubble up in the pits of his stomach, regret for even making Stray Kids in the first place as he had seen the other go through so much pain but at the same time no because Chan knew deep down inside that without them he wouldn't be standing right here now or even have the chance make such soul binding connections with anyone.

It could have been a million different reasons, ranging from the extremely complex to the flat out simple that provoked Chan to do what he did but he stepped. That step turned into a walk. Then he reached his arms out... and binded Felix into a tight hug.

Felix felt a shift of body weight upon him, wrapping his arms around him. He didn't bother to open his eyes or say anything, this action spoke louder than words for the both of them. All Felix did back was wrap his arms around the others waist and let his head rest on the others right shoulder.

Felix thought it was comfortable and just melted into the others embrace. They both stayed like that, intertwined, just enjoying the others' shared company.

Until Chan spoke softly into Felix's ear, answering his final question that Felix had forgotten all about at this point as he'd been too busy just feeling Chan's presence there and being thankful for this one last hug.

"It was because I trusted you the most."

Felix didn't think a response to any question in his life hurt ever so bad as it had done then. Just when he thought he'd somewhat calmed down he started sobbing and crying violently again, this time into Chan's shirt, his knees bent a little as he couldn't support himself any longer and the only thing that was holding him up was Chan's large figure and embrace. He cried and cried and cried, never stopping. He just wanted to disappear from the world then, to forget it all, to just be him. Lee Felix.

As Felix's tears slowly but surely caused Chan's shirt to stick to his stomach and as he held Felix's figure up tight Chan couldn't process anything. Couldn't find it in him to feel anything or do anything except just be there. This world... he wanted to get away from it himself. Try to get better. He needed to go, face the world on his own. He... he had too.

"It's not the drugs that are causing me to act like this...it's something else. They're kicking in...

the side effects."

[A/N - I know my writing's shit lmao but hope you enjoyed reading either way]

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"A Lot, Actually”

Request: Hi! Could I request a Jeno imagine where y/n (couple years older) is a well-known back up dancer for SM and also works in the SM Cafe. Jeno has a crush on her and was spotted by fans in awe while talking to her in the cafe. His members encourage him to tell her his feelings and he does so backstage of SMTown. Thank you 🙂

Member: Jeno (NCT)

Words: 2,832

A/N This one took me...really long lmao. Sorry that I couldn’t 100% write in all the details you gave me because the way the story was going Just Wouldn’t Let Me, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless! -Admin Ay

Warnings: profanity, Jeno has teenage boy thoughts about his crush :/

  Yes, perhaps it was true that Jeno had a slight crush on you. However, he was not going to admit that out loud for the whole room to know as Jisung and Renjun circled in on him trying to get some form of confirmation.

  “Jeno, c’mon! If you tell us who your crush is on we’ll leave you alone.” Renjun whined as he nudged Jeno’s shoulder.

  Jeno was now beyond exhausted, not from the soon-to-start dance rehearsals, but from the shenanigans that his friends-slash-coworkers found such pleasure in. He now regrets his offhanded remark about Jisung being “a mere child that knows nothing about love” after getting in an argument over which girl the main character in a show should have ended up with. To be honest, Jeno barely even liked the damn show, so why he let himself dive head first into a conversation about his own love life with his nosy friends in the first place, he did not know.

  The sound of a door slamming open and a hoard of footsteps following caused the interrogee and his interrogators to flinch.

  “Alright everybody! Rehearsals have officially started. Jeno, Renjun, and Jisung stop talking and get into positions.” Taeyong’s sweat pant-clad figure marched into the practice room, the rest of NCT marching behind him. Jeno had never been so happy to dance for four hours straight.

     Rehearsal had gone well so far. NCT Dream had brushed up a few choreographies, and the unit was now on standby as 127 practiced a few of their own songs. Normally, Jeno would be monitoring the older members as they danced and he rested. Do not get him wrong, that was what he was doing for a bit. He was until all the background dancers filtered into the room to prepare for the special performance with all eighteen members.

  A fluttering feeling was felt as Jeno anticipated for a particular figure to flow in with them, you. He knew that you would be working on this specific performance with NCT beforehand, thankfully. Jeno had zero confidence that he would be able to conceal the wave of emotions hitting him now as you walked in wearing a crop top and leggings had he not known.

  Mark, who had just finished up perfecting Cherry Bomb with the rest of the 127 unit, shot a knowing look towards Jeno through the mirror, knowing full well that his dusted-red face was not caused by dancing. Past Jeno was stupid to think that Mark would have anything helpful to say to him at two in the morning after spilling his guts about his feelings for you.

  Taeyong cupped his hands around his mouth as he barked orders. “Everybody, hurry up and get into your proper positions for the special stage. We can run through the choreography and then fix our mistakes after.”

  A clash of hums and “yes sir”s were heard throughout the room as everyone moved where they were supposed to be. Jeno was placed in the very front for a majority of the dance while you stood along the walls awaiting your turn to come out along with the rest of the background dancers.

  Jeno was doing his best at ignoring you as you stood by the wall, somewhat out of his point of view. But as you stepped out away from the wall and started to dance, all of Jeno’s resolve flew out of the window. All brain power usually used to remember upcoming moves instead was used to totally not admire how your leggings wrapped around your thighs and how cute your navel was.

     Two bumps into Jungwoo as the group changed positions and a scolding from Taeyong later, Jeno was finally able to make it through practice.

  Once the original choreographer was pleased with everyone’s performance she had told everyone that rehearsals were done for the day. Jeno watched as you slowly picked up your duffle bag and dabbled in small conversations with the other dancers.

  “You should go talk to her,” a voice none other than Mark’s whispered into Jeno’s ear.

  Jeno did not move his gaze from the curl of your lips and the crinkle in your eyes as you laughed at something Yuta had told you.

  “What would I even say?”

  Mark huffed, “I don’t know dude! All the stuff you gushed to me about? She’s a great dancer, she has a nice smile, she has some amazing legs--ow!”

  Jeno brought down his hands from Mark’s shoulder where he smacked him. “I never said that,” Jeno hissed.

  “Anyone that knows you would know that you were thinking it,” Mark said, a sly grin on his face.

  “I regret ever trusting you.” Jeno was starting to regret many things today.

  A shocked gasp escaped from Jeno’s mouth as he realized the same thing Mark was.

  “Shit, dude, she’s walking this way you need to say something.”

  The only thing Jeno could feel at the moment were Mark’s excited taps on his back and the beating of his heart as you slowly inched closer. No, he could not talk to you. He knew that the only things that would probably come out where nervous groans and stuttered “i love you”s.

  “Hey, Jeno, right?” You said, smile engulfing you face.

  Jeno aggressively questioned the universe as to why it wanted him to die today of all days. SMTown was just in a few weeks but in the next day Jeno was going to be lying six feet under with an enormous “Death By Crush” tombstone at his head.

  “Uh, yeah. Jeno. That’s me!” If only the ground could open up and swallow him whole. Mark’s giggling could be heard not far behind him.

  “Good job today,” you frowned, “But I saw you made a few mistakes, which is very unlike you?”

  Great, Jeno thought, now you probably thought that he was just some kid that never takes his job seriously. Maybe you would choose to never talk to him again. Oh God, or maybe you would spread how “that one Jeno guy sucks at dancing” to the other breakup dancers and then eventually the word would make it up to Lee Soo Man and all the big choreographers and he would be put in the back during every performance. Unlikely, but in his head anything was possible.

  “Well, I didn’t get much sleep last night...been a little out of it since I woke up.” The fact that Jeno did not get much sleep was true, but that was routine. Honestly, he could get two hours and bounce back as soon as he ate breakfast. Jeno mentally applauded himself for pulling an excuse out of his ass so quickly.

  Your hand seemed to float as you rested it on Jeno’s shoulder.

  “Make sure to get some good rest tonight then.” Your voice was laced with worry as you looked directly into his eyes.

  An angel. You were an angel.

  Jeno watched you walk out of the practice room hesitantly as the rest of the backup dancers called to you to join them.

  “That’s a wife,” Mark, who Jeno barely even remembered was there, said.

  “Believe me, I wish.”

     A week before SMTown and Jeno and the rest of NCT Dream had just finished practice together. Jeno hummed as he walked through the doors of the SM Cafe, the rest of the Dream unit zooming past him to order snacks. He zoned in a couple of cupcakes on display that his diet strictly banned as he waited in line, Chenle already at the very front.

  “Oh, Y/N! I didn’t know you had a shift today?” Mark’s conversation faded into Jeno’s thoughts, and suddenly the cupcakes were not as interesting as the person working at the cashier. Jeno lifted his eyes from the desserts, and sure enough, there you were in all your glory. He could already feel the dopamine running through him as your head tilted like that of a confused puppy.

  “I thought I told you that during our last rehearsal?” Your voice sounded sweeter than that of the cupcakes and Jeno felt like it was not normal how hyper fixated he got on it whenever you spoke.

  “Anyway,” Mark avoided clearing the confusion, “the water is all I want.” Mark turned and winked towards Jeno to where only he could see.

  “Jeno, it’s your turn!”

  And suddenly Mark was gone Jeno was standing in front of you, the glass counter separating the two of you.

  Jeno’s throat went dry and his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth.

  “Hey.”

  “Hey, Jeno! What do you want to order today?”

  “Uhm,” Jeno urged himself on, he got the same order every time he came to the cafe, “Can I just get a lemonade?”

  You hummed as you tapped the price of the drink into the cashier, “Okay, I’ll get you that in a bit.”

  Jeno didn’t even like lemonade. He meant to get the apple juice, but the cursed drink was the first thing he saw when he directed his eyes towards the menu so “lemonade” was, unfortunately, what word had decided to form from his lips.

  Your hair was tied back, revealing your neck, and Jeno found himself ogling at the way the skin on your nape folded as you bent to pour his drink. Jeno wanted to touch it, smell it, and maybe even kiss it if his heart would let him one day.

  Then, you turned around, wretched drink in hand, and without notice your eyes were meeting his. Your stare was both parts intimidating and captivating, and it took your abrupt clearing of your throat to bring Jeno back into attention.

  “Thanks, see you...during the concert.” He said, mid-transfer of the cup of lemonade from your hand to his. Jeno was proud of himself for not letting a single filler word slip into his speech.

  Just as Jeno was about to turn around and finally let every nerve that he suppressed while in your presence out, you called out to him.

  “Make sure to get some good sleep by then.” You smirked, punctuating the sentence with a wink.

  Just because of that, Jeno knew an hour of sleep would be replaced with tossing and turning in bed thinking of that wink and irresistible smirk on your lips.

  “I--uh, yeah. Of course.” There goes his no-fillers accomplishment. Not knowing what else to do, Jeno awkwardly nodded and waddled towards the table the rest of members. He could not register that the loud bickering between all six of them was about him until Jaemin had practically yanked him down into a seat next to him.

  “You’re confessing to her next week.” He ordered, leaving no room for discussion.

  Jeno’s eyes widened into large circles. “I’m what?”

  Jisung rolled his eyes. “Y/N? You have a crush on her, and that’s exactly what you’re telling her next week when we see her at SMTown.”

  “Wait, wait, wait, hold on! How did you guys find out,” Jeno violently turned towards Mark who sat diagonally from him, “I swear to God if you told them I will pour Nair into your shampoo bottles.”

  “I swear I didn’t,” Mark let himself loosen as he thought more on the threat, “And you wouldn’t, you know the company would murder you for that.”

  Renjun’s voice cut through the air as he slammed his hands onto the table. “Shut up, Mark knew!?”

  The whole cafe’s attention was directed to the seven boys crowded around the way too small table at the noise. Jeno bristled at all the possible ears listening in on their conversation. From the way a group of girls giggled and uttered several different variations of “cute,” fans were definitely watching as well.

  Donghyuck laughed nervously as he turned around and addressed everyone with a mouthed “sorry” before proceeding to smack Renjun in the back of the head.

  “Keep it down dimwit! We don’t want non-idols hearing this.” Donghyuck violently whispered.

  Jeno slumped himself down into his chair as the rest of his members conversed as if he was not there to hear them discuss his love life.

  Mark sighed, “Yes, Jeno told me one night. But, I’m sure he would have told you guys when he was ready.”

  Jaemin smiled as he poked Jeno in the cheek. “And yeah, Mark didn’t tell us, so please spare his already dying hair. We sorta figured it out.”

  Jisung hid his laughter behind the cookie he bit into. “You’re just that obvious.”

  Jeno tried to hide the scowl making its way onto his face as Chenle continued the teasing further.

  “I have no idea how we couldn’t tell any sooner.”

  Donghyuck waved his hand in front of his face, signaling everyone to be quiet.

  “Anyway, we have officially decided that you are going to confess to Y/N at SMTown.” 

  Splutters of confused protests left Jeno’s mouth until Mark raised an eyebrow at his antics.

  “I get no say in this do I?” Jeno gave up, opting to drown his sorrows in disgusting lemonade.

  A resounding “nope” was heard from all six of the members, a devilish grin littering each of their faces. Sometimes Jeno wished that he had never met the rest of NCT, and this was one of those times.

     Screams and excited cheers filled the stadium as NCT were on standby for their special stage. Jeno went over the choreography, purposefully looking down at his feet to avoid the glares from the youngest unit that expected him to confess within the next five minutes. He had probably went over the same step sequence for the twentieth time before rough hands had grabbed both of his shoulders.

  He was startled to see Doyoung’s encouraging smile barely inches away from his face.

  “You know, we go up in a few minutes. You should probably go do what you need to do before you miss your chance.” Doyoung advised, looking in, to Jeno’s horror, your direction.

  “What? How do you--”

  “Chenle spilled the beans in the groupchat.”

  Jeno fumed. “You mean in the groupchat? Like, the one with all eighteen of us?”

  “Yeah,” Doyoung shrugged at the raw look of both confusion and horror that Jeno directed towards him, “Maybe if you didn’t put us on mute so much you would have known earlier.”

  Taeil, who had been listening to the whole conversation, shoved Jeno towards you.

  “Go get ‘em, tiger!”

  Jeno counted to ten in his head as he tried to calm his nerves while simultaneously thinking of all the ways he could kill the rest of Dream without suspected homicide with him in question.

  By the time Jeno had made it in front of you, he was oddly calm. He had accepted that if you were to reject him, he could just try to avoid you. SM Entertainment was big enough for him to manage. Also, NCT were supposed to go on stage in literally one minute, so he figured he could give the whole “hey, I like you” shabang and dip right after without having to deal with your answer.

  So, Jeno took a deep breath.

  “Y/N?”

  You smiled, a question forming in your eyes.

  “Yes?”

  “Can I tell you something?”

  You looked past Jeno, eyeing the stage manager that shot directions for everyone to get ready.

  “I mean, sure? I’m not sure if you’ll have much time--”

  “I like you.” Jeno cut you off, warily watching for your reaction.

  You coughed, eyes wide open as you took in what Jeno had said.

  “You what?”

  Jeno stepped up closer to you. You could feel his minty breath fan out on his face as he began to speak again.

  “I like you,” Jeno gulped down the butterflies that he had somehow been able to subdue for so long, “Like...a lot, actually.”

  You listened to Jeno chuckle as he tried to fill the air with something other than just your silence. Jeno shifted, ready to trudge away in disappointment and plan his next week with movie nights with just him and tubs of ice cream, until you opened your mouth.

  “Well, I mean--” Jeno realized this was the first time he witnessed your smooth-talking self stutter, “I...I like you too?”

  Your confession came out in the form of a question, almost too low for Jeno to catch.

  “Wait, pause. Did you just say what I think you said?” Jeno tried his best to push down the excited smile that forced it’s way onto his face. But as you could see, it failed as you watched his lips pull back and his nose crinkle in the way that you loved. And God, his eyes, the way they formed into those popular crescent moons of his that fans worldwide would not shut up about.

  You could not stop the corners of your lips from pulling up, reflecting the way Jeno had confirmed his feelings for you earlier.

  “I like you. Like, a lot, actually.”

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“i thought you loved me.” Rory n pax post That Event lmao :)

ok here u go satan. it’s rushed im sorry ily

it’s probably something he should’ve thought about, in hindsight, when he started travelling to do shows again and his entire routine went back to shit. things were always more complicated then –– he slept too much or too little, worked strange hours, on stage at night and riding whatever creative high came along with all of it to write every other hour of the day. he’s clearest when nothing else is clear – if there’s anything he does well it’s music, but that’s only created in the eye of a hurricane, so he takes it upon himself to kick up a storm. 

that doesn’t work so well when you start finding yourself with responsibilities.

he’s always had a relatively easy time avoiding them. the only time he’s happy to step up is when it’s something he’s interested in, something he cares about. if it doesn’t have a place in his heart, there’s a good chance of it slipping through his fingers like sand. but as things unfold now, it’s clear he’s incapable of holding onto anything regardless of how much he loves it. or them.

“ pax, c’mon –– ” it’s not really fair of him to ask for reason, but he has to try. even so, he doesn’t get a response in return. it’d probably hurt less if it weren’t so quiet, things are wordless while pax shuffles to gather his things, avoiding eye contact. rory didn’t expect him to want to stay, of course not. he’s going to leave. that was the first thought he had when he came to and he knew it wasn’t going to be wrong, but it’s still impossible to watch –– it barely feels real. earlier that day things were as good as they could be, better than they’ve ever been. it only takes rory a handful of hours to completely fuck up everything and now he’s standing in the bedroom doorway watching, pulling his hands up to his face with a sigh and pulling his fingers down his cheeks to try and snap him back to reality. nothing helps him iron out his thoughts, they’re still spilling out in an unfair haze.

“ please just wait, okay? ” it’s pained, definitely, and he knows between the two of them that it’s not him that has any right to be upset. it doesn’t stop him, though. “ i know i fucked up, i know.. i just – ” he just what? slipped up and into bed with someone else? there’s nothing to say to make it sound better than it is. it’s fucked, plain and simple, and rory hasn’t got a word on his tongue to defend anything. the look on pax’s face puts his stomach and knots, fingers catching into a tight fist pressed against the doorway. he goes to take a step forward and pax takes one back, finally looking up at rory with eyes so sad and foreign rory honestly fucking hates himself.

“ don’t. ”

fair enough. rory frowns, eyes pleading but doesn’t move anymore, just taps his fist nervously against the wood and tries his best to convince himself things aren’t completely falling apart even though it’s crystal clear they are.

“ pax, babe, c’mon. please talk to me. i didn’t mean for any of that to happen, alright? i was just – i am a fucking idiot god, i’m so sorry. ” it’s in one ear and out the other, pax returning to grabbing his things, haphazardly sticking them in a bag because this was most definitely not the night he was expecting. there were no warning signs, nothing to prepare for such an emotional blow because they were both perfectly happy. rory’s knack for getting too caught up in the moment, too drunk, too euphoric and too damn reckless. it’s nothing to pax, who stares hard while he waits for rory to move and rory can’t just let him go, not when they’re like this, so his feet stay planted where they are.

“ if you stay, we can talk about it – we can work it out.. ” he reaches out with a hand, as if that’s going to keep pax here when he so rightfully should be anywhere else. pax just shakes his head and pulls the bag up off the bed, eyes glued to the floor when he moves to shove his way by. “ pax, pax – ” rory begs because fuck, fuck he’s really going to leave.  rushed feet hurry after him down the hall, voice urgent and terrified. “ pax, stop – please don’t go. ”

it’s almost like it works, because pax turns on his heels just then with a look even rory can’t read.

“ i thought you loved me. ”

and that’s the worst of it. even though rory knows he’s done everything to show pax he doesn’t care, he does. he hates that more than anything, that he’s fucked up enough to convince pax that he doesn’t love him – why wouldn’t think that, when rory’s gone and betrayed him for no good reason at all? still, it shocks rory to freeze in his tracks, mouth agape and eyes shining with disbelief.

“ what? ” he blinks, thoughts rolling to fathom how to respond. in rory’s head it’s so simple, there’s no doubt that he loves pax, and so he looks almost appalled. his features shift into something a little more sad, the guilt fully washing over him and swallowing him whole in the moment. “ what? babe – i do. fuck, of course i do. ” he’s stumbling over his words, still half drunk, and he wants to figure out what to say, what to do to fix anything because it’s heartbreaking but he can’t. there’s a crack in his voice as his throat closes up, tight with emotion and he swallows hard, trying to hold himself together to get something out. but it’s flood gates and rory’s never done anything except ride the waves. “ i don’t know what the fuck i was doing, i don’t. i love you more than anything – pax, babe, you have to know that. ”

for a second it looks like there’s contemplation when pax’s eyes are fixated on him.  rory sees the exact moment pax decides that it’s not enough, it paints itself all over his face and he turns to the door again without uttering a single word. final panic shoots through rory when he knows the pathetic excuse for a conversation is done and he’s lost.

“ n-no, come on –– ” it’s a second delayed, rory moving after him, since his heads still in loops trying to catch up and he stutters over his words; it’s an uphill battle he knows he’s going to lose but he doesn’t care, even with pax reaching for the door with zero intent of staying back. his feet are as clumsy as his words and they barely lead him out, but pax rushes himself out the door before he has to listen to anything else, before he has to hear rory ask him one more time. rory, shuffles after him down the hall full alarm and regret, apologies spilling out of him and falling on deaf ears.  

he’s still begging when the stairwell door shuts closed behind pax, groaning from frustration and regret and kicking the door hard enough that it echoes in the otherwise silent hallway. and by his own doing, he knows he’s fucked things up enough to end back where he always does – alone again.

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Green Eyed Monster: Daehyun

Hey y’all here is another request that I was suppose to do a while ago! Sorry for being such a slow sloth! (Too lazy to type anymore…fingers hurt TT_TT) Thanks Nonnie for your patience and I hope you like the scenario!

Hi!! Can I get a scenario of a super jealous Daehyun because I baby Junhong sooooo much but me and daehyun are not together however we end up together since we like each other a lot but are afraid to confess first? (Don’t know if this even makes sense lmao)

A/N: Why he so beautiful *o*

You squealed as you held the giant maknae close to your chest. Unknowingly burying the poor boy’s face into your boobs. Though he didn’t mind too much. He was a man afterall. You stared at the screen as you rewatched B.A.P’s cover of Mirotic on MBC. You still couldn’t believe how sexy the boys looked, but you couldn’t help but explode with giddiness at the sight of Zelo being cute yet sexy. It was paradoxical. “Yah, Junhongie! How can you be so precious, but sexy at the same time!?” You unburied his face and decided to pinch the boy’s cheeks instead.

“Cause I’m that amazing.” He playfully squished his cheeks and did a cheesy smile. You wanted to squeal again. Seriously how can this over 6 ft tall giant be so adorable! You loved all the boys to death, but Zelo was special in that he was your cutie baby. You knew Zelo back when he was still a trainee as mini you was shadowing your producer older brother. He had become something like a younger brother to you as you watched him grow and develop his craft  so he got special doting.

To most the scene between the two of you was cute and endearing. Except to one man that was sitting at the other end of couch with a glare on his face at the scene. Daehyun wasn’t too happy to see how clingy the two of you were. He never liked it actually. He knew that the two of you were close and Zelo was your giant baby chick so the skinship and closeness wasn’t all to surprising. It only started to bother him when he started grow feelings for you. When he first met you he was shocked to find out you were going to be the producer for B.A.P’s next album. You were so young yet already so talented. And not to mention beautiful. But beyond that you were kind, funny, sassy, and ambitious. At the time Daehyun wanted to hug the maknae and even kiss the kid on the cheek for being so close with you because that meant that you would hang out with the gang outside of the work environment, but now all Daehyun wanted to do was glare a hole into the poor maknae’s head.

“Aish…” Daehyun let out a sigh as he got up from the couch and headed towards the kitchen. Your eyes followed Daehyun at the sound of his sigh, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at his sudden sullen mood.

Recently you had noticed that Daehyun’s mood tended to sour more frequently and it always occurred when you were around. A small part of you prayed and hoped that maybe he was just having bad day and you just happened to be there. You didn’t want to think or even play with the thought that Daehyun may despise you. Especially when you had a major crush on the boy. You didn’t know when it had developed, if anything you thought you would have fallen for Zelo with how much time you spend time with him, but they did. Maybe it was Daehyun’s infectious laughter, his love and care for his members and fans, that endearing nature of his to always keep those he loves close to his heart. How much cares and is passionate about his music and others, yet at the same time can be such a dork that you didn’t understand how it could be the same person. You didn’t know which part did it for you, but it did. And you fell hard.

“Um I’m going to grab a bottle of water. Do you want anything Junhong?” You removed yourself from the couch and cautiously went towards the kitchen.

“Yes please!” Zelo shouted as he turned his attention back to the other performances.

As you entered the kitchen you saw that a certain grumpy pants was blocking the door of the refrigerator, chugging down a bottle of water like an elephant. “Hey Dae, can you move a bit so I grab some water?”

Daehyun eyed you before he opened the fridge once more, not speaking a word. That concerned you. Daehyun never stopped talking. Sometimes you had to throw pillows at him and Youngjae just to get the two chatterboxes to shut up for 5 minutes. You were about to open your mouth to ask if he was okay. Though a small of part of you feared that the reason he was feeling crummy was because of you. You weren’t wrong, but the reasons weren’t the ones you were thinking of. Daehyun began chugging down all the water bottles he could, making sure you wouldn’t have enough to give Zelo.

“Yah! What the hell Dae!?” You stared at him dumbfounded at his actions. Daehyun simply turned to glare at you, cheeks puffed out full of water. “Pffft, you look so cute!” You couldn’t help but giggle at the sight. He looked like a pouty chipmunk!

At your comment and laughter, Daehyun’s eyes soften as he gulped down the water, but he still wasn’t going let up and give you a bottle of water for you and Zelo. “Sorry, Y/N but it seems like we ran out of water.” You rolled your eyes at the silly, cute fool.

“And whose fault is that?” You put your hands on your hips, eyebrows raised. Daehyun shrugged innocently, causing you to scoff. “Junhongie~ there aren’t any cold water bottles left do you want something else?”

“Hot chocolate sounds great!~” Zelo called from the living room, his eyes fixated on this new dance show that he discovered.

“Okay!” You began to step towards the fridge when a certain Busan obstruction was in the way. “Yah, Dae, I need to go grab the milk.” You slightly whined.

Daehyun didn’t reply and rapidly grabbed the carton of milk from the fridge, causing you to stare at him like a madman. Had he gone completely insane!? He began opening the container, but you lunged at him before his beautiful lips could touch the opening. “Hey Y/N! Stop it! You’re going to make me spill!”

“You stop it! Like what the heck!? Do you plan to eat the entire fridge!?” You began clawing at the carton that Daehyun put high in the air. You weren’t a shortie, but you were definitely shorter than Daehyun. “Ack! Daehyun I swear to God I’m going to dead leg you!”

“I’m a growing boy, Y/N. I need milk!” He countered as one had was raised high in the air, while the other hand held onto your arm to keep his balance.

“Uhgggg! That’s it!” You let out a frustrated groan as you latched onto Daehyun’s arm. “Junhong! It seems like we ran out of chocolate syrup! Daehyun and I are going to go to the market to get some.”

“Wait, we don’t need choco-” You glared at Daehyun to shut up.

“Do you need me to come Y/N?” Zelo called as began shuffling off the couch.

“No, no, we’ve got this!” You kept your tone as pleasant as possible hiding the irritation and frustration that was boiling in you. You dragged Daehyun outside of the dorm, pulling him down the hall to the small patio of their dorm building. “Okay, Dae, what the hell is your problem!?”

“I don’t have a problem.” Daehyun grumbled as he crossed his arms across his chest.

“Oh yes you do!” You let out an exasperated groan, running your hand down your face. “For the past few days you’ve been irritated and grumpy every time you see me. Like if you didn’t like me then just tell me so!” You really hoped. Prayed that that wasn’t the reason for his sour mood, but if it was you would rather have him tell you outright then play this stupid game.

Daehyun’s eyes soften at your words and he slowly let his arms fall to his sides. You looked so angry, frustrated, and tired. He didn’t mean to make you feel like he hated you. Hell if he could all he wanted you to feel was his love for you. But everytime he saw you with Zelo, the green-eyed monster always popped out and took over “Aaaaaggghhh!” He let out a frustrated groan as he squatted down, shaking his head in dismay. “That’s the problem. I do like you….” His voice was a small mumble.

“You what?” You looked down at him, frozen in disbelief. Did you hear him right? He liked you. As a friend? A foe? A lover? At this moment you were so happy you weren’t hated.

“Uhg! It’s just everytime I see you all over Junhong, cooing and doting on him…It’s just annoying as hell to watch…” Daehyun grumbled, looking everywhere else but in front of you. “I get that you guys have history, but you know…” He let out a sigh before gulping in a large amount of air. “I like you a lot so seeing you being all intimate with another guy…well let’s say that I planned to prank Junhong that would embarrass till no tomorrow in retaliation. But it doesn’t even matter anymore…I freackin blew it with my immature butt.”

You couldn’t help but allow a small smile to appear on your face. Daehyun was jealous. Acting like a fool. Plotting revenge. All just because he liked you. You couldn’t help but feel giddy with joy that the love that you thought would never happen beared fruit. You squatted down so that the two of you were at eye level and a small chuckle escaped your lips as you watched Daehyun puff his cheeks out in a pout. You tilted your head to the side to get a better look till you couldn’t resist anymore and poked his cheek.

“You did screw up pretty bad…” You chuckled as the wrinkle between his brows began to form. “But even so, I still like you.” Daehyun’s ears perked up at that and he immediately turned around to face.

“Really!?” He stared at you, jaw dropped and eyes wide with disbelief.

“Yes, of course!” You giggled at his cute reaction. “What I have with Junhong….It’s like a brother and sister relationship. I have a baby brother back in my hometown so I tend to be very doting on people I see as little brothers. Old habits die hard.” You shrugged your shoulders.

“Hmmmmm…” Daehyun pursed his lips in contemplation.

“What are you plotting now?” You cocked an eyebrow, curious at what he would conjure, but also slightly fearful…well for Zelo anyways.

“I’m thinking about whether I would rather have you see me as a little brother than a lover than.” He smirked slightly, flashing you his adorable canine teeth. This was the Daehyun that you loved. Though grumpy Daehyun was cute too.

“I think you’ll like the latter because I don’t do this,” You leaned in and gave Daehyun a kiss on his plump lips. The kiss was slow, sweet, gentle. A Kodak moment kiss. When you parted a smug little grin was on your face. “To people who are my little brothers.” A large grin spread on Daehyun’s face.

“I hope not, or else I might have to kill Junhong instead.” He chuckled, leaning in and giving you an eskimo kiss, his hands holding yours and playing with your fingers.

“Now come on, silly. We still have to go get Junhong his chocolate syrup.” You chuckled as you pulled Daehyun up along with you. Once the two of you were standing, Daehyun immediately wrapped you up in a back hug, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“Should I consider this our first date then?” Daehyun chuckled as he nuzzled into your neck.

“I didn’t know you were so cuddly on first dates.” You chuckled as you attempted to walk with Daehyun clinging to you like a koala.

“Hey, if Junhong gets doted on for being your little brother then I get to be spoiled for being your boyfriend,” You rolled your eyes at his chuckle, but still rewarded the cutie with a peck on the lips. “As my first act as spoiled boyfriend, I refuse to let you be so cuddly and snuggly with Junhong. That is reserved for me.”

“Oh my God, you are so cute when you’re jealous!” You bursted into laughter, pinching Daehyun’s cheek.

Thanks for reading! Comments and feedback are appreciated!

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