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upsidedownwithsteve · 8 months

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Simmer #6

CH6. Spilled Milk | The Menu [4.3K] Eddie Munson x shy fem!reader: a line cook au.

The diner was busy.

Too busy. In fact, it was chaotic. An unusual brunch time rush on the hottest Saturday in August. The first in the month and the official marking of your two month birthday at Jim’s Grill. Not that it mattered, no one was able to celebrate it, not even yourself.

A greyhound and a private coach had pulled into the parking lot within ten minutes of each other, tourists pouring out of them in big families, clusters of hikers, campers and back water town enthusiasts ready to order everything from the menu. Jim had lit up at the sight, the bell above the diner door jingling over and over and over again, before the man looked at Eddie through the hatch and his face fell into a panicked expression.

“Shit.”

Steve was already smiling until his cheeks ached, his customer service voice ringing out through the din of the crowd as he tried his best to get everyone seated, him and Jonathan pushing tables together to cater for the family that arrived with seven kids in tow.

Jim was on the phone in his office, barking out orders before they turned into pleas, the garish orange receiver clutched between two hands before he closed his eyes, mouthed a prayer and then pumped his fist in the air. Twenty minutes later, Dustin Henderson was storming through the diner with two other teens trailing behind him, looking far more begrudging about whatever they’d obviously been roped into.

Hopper handed them aprons and promised, “cash in hand at the end of the night and an extra twenty if you get through this without breaking anything.”

A deal was made and soon, a red headed girl called Max Mayfield was flying between tables on bright green roller skates, bussing tables with a bored expression on her freckled face. Behind her, Jonathan’s little brother Will was delivering trays of drinks, narrowly avoiding Dustin as he brought Eddie’s famous stacked burgers out by the dozen.

It was chaos. It was too warm, and god, it was so loud. But fuck, the tips were great. Your apron was stuffed with bills and order tickets, your fingertips red from the amount of times you’d caught them between the metal clips you hung them from above Eddie’s station. It was too busy to talk, to chat and flirt quietly in this new way you’d both grown brave enough to do. The boy was frazzled, side by side with Argyle by the grill as the flipped patties and fried eggs and bacon, a new batch of rolls dangerously close to burning in the oven. The timer was screaming, something else was buzzing, the workstations were the messiest you’d ever seen them and there was a puddle of spilled milk by the door.

“Door! Behind!” You yelled out amongst the noise, eyes wide at the orders sitting by the hatch still to be delivered. Nancy and Robin were taking plates six at a time, hands and arms full, their balance nothing short of impressive. “Eddie, sorry, but table six wanted extra hash browns with their brunch combo not an egg—”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence before Eddie was taking the plate from you and sliding the perfectly fried egg into the trash. He barely looked at you, something you tried not to frown at because his mouth was set in a strained line and there were beads of sweat gathering at curls on his forehead. “Argyle, time on those hash browns?” Eddie barked, eyes still on the burgers he was placing cheddar slices on top of.

Argyle was scraping crispy potato pieces around the griddle, salt and pepper and some other spices poured on top as he worked at breakneck speed. “Three minutes, chef,” Argyle called back and Eddie grunted in return.

You felt stupid, standing there aimlessly with a customer's plate in your hand and before you could get out of the way, Eddie was moving you himself. Big, wide hands on the tops of your arms, guiding you out of the path of the door just before Steve burst through it. He narrowly missed the spilled milk.

“Door!” He yelled a fraction later than he should’ve. Eddie glared at him. “Corner! Fuck, where’s the fucking syrups? Eddie? Ed! Where’s the syrup!”

You watched Eddie squeeze his eyes shut before he groaned, killing the heat on the grill just as Argyle appeared at your side to slide the freshly cooked hash browns onto the plate. You smiled, grateful. “Thank you.”

“Open your fuckin’ eyes, man! They’re on the shelf!” Eddie was furiously wiping his hands on his stained chef whites, a dish towel tucked into the ties of his apron as he started assembling burger after burger.

Bun. Sauce. Patty. Cheese. Bacon. More sauce. Lettuce. Pickles. Tomato. Fried egg. Perfect yolk. Crispy onions. More sauce. Bun.

“What shelf?!” Steve yelled back, the pantry contents rattling as he pushed his way past huge bags of sugar and jars of homemade jam. “Eddie, it’s not fucking there!”

Robin barged in the door, not announcing her arrival to anyone and the edge of it slammed Argyle as he walked past carrying piles of grease filled frying pans. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry dude!” Eddie glared at her. “Door?” She said weakly.

“Why is everyone in my fuckin’ kitchen!” Eddie yelled and diners closest to the hatch peered in at him, disapproving expressions on their faces as their kids with ketchup smeared chins laughed. “Buckley! What is it?”

“There’s like, seven tables asking for maple syrup. Where is it?”

Everyone groaned, eyes rolling and Eddie threw his hands to the ceiling. “It’s on the fuckin’ shelf, but Harrington is too blind to see them. Christ, Argyle, start getting these burgers out, Harrington fuckin’ move man—”

It all happened a bit too fast, that’s all. It wasn’t anyone’s fault, not really. Just a classic case of spilled milk. No need to cry over it, right? That’s what they said.

Argyle dumped the pans into the sink with a crash, slipping between you and Eddie’s workstation as he tried to get to the burgers before they went cold. Eddie was pushing past Robin to get to Steve who was still arguing and well, Robin might’ve stepped forward at the same time you stepped back to avoid Argyle. Plateful of hash browns held high, you tried to stop them from falling. You tried not to elbow Argyle in the face and god, you tried really hard not to completely crash into Robin despite the way her shoulder caught yours.

You stepped back again, someone yelled ‘door!’ and the sound of Max’s roller blades ripped through onto the kitchen tiles, sending everyone into a loud panic. Your foot found the puddle of milk, sneakers slipping through the liquid and the inevitable happened.

There was an awful crack when your head hit the worktop on the way down. Ass hitting the tiles, a horrible spine numbing pain licking up your back. The bones in your hips tingled with it before tears sprung to your eyes as a searing pain set in everywhere at once. You heard the kitchen go quiet for just a second, a blissful peace before the plate you’d been holding finally joined you on the floor and smashed into a hundred different pieces. Argyle’s perfectly crispy hash browns skittered under the workstation and you heard someone swear.

Then everyone was clamouring at once, hands hesitated to touch you as you brought your own to the back of your head and held it there. There was a strange kind of heat to it that made you hope it wasn’t blood, but you were too scared to look. Milk seeped into your wrinkled sock, your legs splayed out in front of you like a forgotten doll, but you didn’t feel half as pretty as one. You gazed mournfully at the smashed plate and couldn’t help the way your bottom lip twisted and trembled. God, your head hurt.

“Oh my god, are you okay?”

“I’m sorry, shit— I’m sorry, I should’ve said I was coming in, right?”

“It’s fine Max, it’s not your fault—”

“How many fingers am I holding up? Can you stand? Hey, who’s the president—?”

“Lil’ Chicago slice got laid out.”

“Everyone move.”

Eddie’s voice rang out the loudest, clear and gruff with an authoritative tone that bordered on scary. Everyone listened, the kitchen and its team quietening down again when they all saw how you winced at the noise. Eddie pushed past Steve, and Robin, dropping down to hunker next to you. His brows were stitched together with concern and he tutted softly at the tear slipping down your cheek. You hadn’t even noticed, but his thumb brushed it away before anyone else could see.

He murmured your name and it sounded like a question you were supposed to answer, so you hummed, face scrunched up as more sharp needles of pain prickled at the back of your skull. Your hand was still pressed to it, scared to let go as if your whole head would simply roll off of your neck.

But Eddie’s hand curled around your wrist and he tugged gently, murmuring words of nonsense that were nothing more than soft placations. With a bit of coaxing, you let him take your hand away and you slammed your eyes shut before you could look. No one hissed or gasped, so it seemed safe enough.

But still, you asked, “there’s no blood, right?”

The boy gave you a soft smile as everyone circled closer to peer at your hand. “Nah,” Eddie told you reassuringly. “No blood, you’ll live.” Then he was cupping your chin in his hand, thumb pressed to the corner of your mouth and his brow wrinkled with more concern. “Can I take a look though?”

You wanted to say no. All this fuss and attention was making you feel too hot, embarrassment from falling starting to roll in with the pain and it mixed in your stomach to create an awfully uncomfortable concoction. Steve and Robin were still gazing down at you, eyes wide with shock and Max looked stricken with guilt, as if she thought her coming into the kitchen unannounced caused this. Argyle was already moving between everyone, sweeping broken pieces of plate and squished food out of the way.

But you nodded and let Eddie peer at the back of your head. His hands gentle as he turned you this way and that, parting your hair so he could look for any cuts. He whistled at the sight of a bump and ran his thumb over it softly. You winced and he murmured a sorry before squeezed your knee, a comforting thing that Robin raised her brows at.

“Think you can stand?” Eddie asked.

You didn’t get a chance to answer, because Hopper was bursting through the doors with a red face and seven ticket orders clutched in his hand. “Why is half my staff on the kitchen fucking floor?” He yelled. “It’s crazy out there! What’s going on?”

You brought your knees to your chest as Steve explained what had happened, gesturing to the puddle of milk, the broken pieces of plate in the trash. Eddie didn’t move, didn’t take his eyes off you, even when you winced in embarrassment and tried to hide your face in your hands.

You heard Jim sigh and then he was clapping his hands and demanding that Steve and Robin went back to the dining floor. “There’s four tables waitin’ for coffee, never mind food, c’mon! And Max— Jesus, Maxine, take those skates off before someone else ends up with a concussion.”

Argyle was sent back to the grill before Hop patted Eddie on the shoulder and told him to do the same. Eddie screwed up his face, confusion wrinkling his brow. “What? No, Hop, someone’s gotta take her home.”

“Ed—” you started to interrupt, mortified at the idea of causing an upset.

Hop laughed, not meanly, just amused. “And what? You think you should be the one to take her, Casanova? You’re the only guy I got here that knows how to cook an omelette, you’re not going anywhere Munson.”

Eddie’s ears burned with the quip, cheeks flushed pink and he scowled at his boss, uncaring about the repercussions. But his attention was quickly stolen by you as you made an attempt to move, standing shakily as you protested that you were fine. The boy scoffed, holding your forearms so you could grip his, knuckles white as the shock of it all set in.

You did feel a little dizzy.

“She’s not going back out there to take orders,” Eddie told the older man as they both looked at your peaky expression, your glassy eyes.

“Well, I ain’t got the bodies to get someone to take her home, kid,” Hop shrugged regretfully. “Wayne at the garage?”

“Fishing trip,” Eddie answered sourly. “Here, c’mon, sit down, yeah?” He guided you to the stool by his station and helped you onto it, eyes filled with concern as you clutched the edge of the worktop and closed your eyes. “Should we be callin’ a doctor?” Eddie asked Hop.

“Don’t you dare,” you managed to bark at him, even though your voice sounded shaky. “I’m fine. I’ll just, I’ll just sit for a bit.”

You couldn’t hear what the two men were whispering about, but embarrassment told you it was most definitely about you. You only looked up when someone set a glass of water in front of you and you smiled in thanks at Argyle before he squeezed your shoulder and went back to flipping pancakes.

“Drink that, please,” Eddie mumbled softly as he appeared by your side. Hopper had left, standing awkwardly in the middle of the diner instead of his office as he wrote down orders listed off by a frantic Nancy. “Okay, we’ve come to an agreement.”

You snorted into your glass. “We have?” You asked as you wiped at your lips.

“Hop’s gonna take over and I’ll drive you home when this place finally calms down. Or we run out of eggs, whatever comes first.”

You rolled your eyes but the action was fond, just like the smile on your lips. You could barely bring yourself to look up at the boy for fear of giving too much away in your gaze, but when you did, you saw the same softness in Eddie’s own expression. “You don’t have to do that,” you told him. “I’ll just sit for a bit and then walk home.”

Eddie snorted and began chopping slices of tomatoes at a speed your eyes could barely keep up with. “No you fuckin’ won’t,” he told you. “Part of this agreement was that you park your cute ass where I can see you. No passing out in the walk-in, alright?”

You tried not to dwell on the compliment too much. Weeks had passed since the night you’d gotten high with the boy, too close on his bed, too close to doing something that was interrupted. You’d been back to the Munson trailer since, but you spent evenings on the sofa with both Eddie and Wayne, yelling at Alex Trebek and trying out new dishes that Eddie created for late nice dinners. No other attempt at a kiss - if that’s what had been about to happen. No other attempt at asking for a date - if that’s what the boy had been about to say.

“Are there any other conditions to this agreement?” You asked, wincing when Argyle dropped a pot into the sink. “Or did you just sell my soul to Jim without me knowing?”

Eddie laughed as he threw some mushroom halves onto the grill, dropping in some butter until they sizzled. “Sweetheart, c’mon now, you did that yourself when you agreed to work in his hellhole.” Eddie moved away just for a few seconds, long enough to return with a new glass of ice water that he replaced your empty one with. “But he did say you’re not allowed to sue him.”

You smiled, laughing weakly because your head still throbbed and the diner was too loud but Eddie Munson was grinning at you with his dimples on show and a stray curl falling into his big, brown eyes.

“Damn,” you tried to joke. “There goes my plan.”

—————

You’d been slumped on the stool for the best part of two hours before someone roused you from your semi sleeping state. Heels of your hands pressed to your closed eyes, the sounds of the diner sounding further and further away as you let yourself be lulled into haze by the sounds of Eddie and Argyle talking over the sizzle of the grill, the popping of bacon, the whir of a whisk.

Then, a palm on your back, wide and warm. You startled only slightly, sitting up and reappearing from behind your hands to see a bowl of soup being slid in front of you. A deep red, flecked with cracked black pepper and smelling like tomato and basil. There was a swirl of some cream in the centre, artfully placed, and a spoon was dipped into the middle of it.

“Eat up,” Eddie instructed softly. “Then I can try ‘n’ find you some Advil or somethin’, Nancy probably got some stashed somewhere.”

You eyed the soup with a sudden greed, mouth watering at the aroma, your fingers finding the spoon. “You didn’t even ask if I was hungry,” you gently scolded the boy.

Eddie knew what it meant. ‘Thank you. You shouldn’t have.’

“Don’t start,” he grumbled back, already going back to cracking more eggs into a bowl. Only six this time, which meant service must’ve been slowing. “You’ve had a coffee and half a slice of toast all day, eat your fuckin’ soup.”

You knew what that meant too. ‘You’re welcome. Please eat, so I stop worrying.’

So you ate and Eddie made omelettes, folding each so meticulously that you couldn’t help but watch. Butter on top, chives diced, fresh tomato and Italian ham in the middle. He knew you were staring, he always did. But now he smiled instead of scowled, let his gaze flicker to you every time he put his knife down and he nodded appreciatively when your spoon scraped the last of the soup from the bowl.

“Good?” He asked like always, sliding the omelette dishes out of the hatch for Steve to deliver to the waiting tables.

Jim was back in the office and the younger kids were long gone, sent home with leftover doughnuts from the pastry cabinet and an extra twenty in each of their back pockets. Regular slowness has resumed. Only Mr Creel sat at the bar, under the television as always, nursing a lukewarm cup of coffee he wouldn’t let Jonathan refill. There was a family at one table, an older couple at another, and three teens sharing a plate of fries in a booth at the back.

You nodded, humming. “So good, Eddie. Best soup I’ve had.”

Eddie grinned and tried to hide it, bashful and pink in the face at your praise. There was a lull in the kitchen as Argyle disappeared into the walk-in and for the first time that day, there was nothing on the grills in danger of burning. So the boy cleared his station and leant his elbows on it, so close to you that you could let your hand touch his, if you’d felt brave enough.

“How’s the head?”

You made a face at the reminder, reaching back to gingerly feel at the small lump there, tender and embarrassing. “It’s fine,” you told him. “Just another injury for the collection.”

Eddie snorted, knowing about your bumps and bruises you’d gathered working in the diner. You were insistent someone was moving table eight a few inches to the right each day, just to fuck with you and your hip. “Gonna have to keep you in a bubble.”

You smiled, “can’t feed me in a bubble, Munson.”

Another grin from Eddie, shy and pretty and so incredibly genuine. The boy that had scowled at you from the minute you’d appeared now couldn’t hide how happy you seemed to make him. Pink cheeks and dimples, a shine to his eyes that made your knees a little weak and you wanted to tell him then, right there, kiss me please.

Kiss me without smoke between us, kiss me without having an excuse to be close. Kiss me ‘cause you want to.

“Yeah, yeah you’re right, that seems— that would be, uh, less than ideal,” Eddie coughed, suddenly nervous. He straightened up and took his hands away from the counter, away from any ideas you had about holding them in your own. “I could, uh, I could - y’know - ask you if you wanted to grab dinner later, instead.”

You sucked in a breath, eyes wide. You didn’t say anything, you just blinked and your silence urged Eddie to fill it, so he rambled on further, voice coming out rushed and a little rough. “Like, I mean, so I can make sure, you know… you eat. God. And you don’t hit your head again, ‘cause you could totally have a concussion and that would su—”

“Eddie?” You interrupted, heart beating too fast, your chest too tight. It felt like it was ready to crack in two, ready to bloom. Excitement was caught in your throat, maybe hope. “Are you asking me on a date?”

The boy faltered and then smiled, a dopey, lopsided thing that you were sure was the most endearing sight you’d ever come across. Those cheeks went pink again and suddenly he was the furthest thing from the grumpy line cook that grunted his greetings to everyone. But maybe, you guessed, he just didn’t do that to you.

“I’m definitely trying to, yeah.” Eddie grinned then, only once he saw your smile too.

Giddy, feeling like a schoolgirl with her first crush, you squinted at him, eyes crinkling in the corners with a new type of joy. You wanted to laugh at his attempt, his shyness for a change instead of your own but you couldn’t keep it together. You were bursting at the seams, chest splintering as the butterflies roared. You felt breathless, you felt warm, you felt like you could look at yourself in the mirrored edge of a frying pan and watch yourself glitter.

“I’d love to,” you told him, soft, quiet, happy.

The boy lazed back against the worktop, the stainless steel between you littered with spilled sugar and the lonely top of a carrot. He played with the edge of his dish towel that was tucked into the front of his apron, narrowed his eyes at you comically and tried to contain his own grin. He was beaming.

“You’re not just saying that ‘cause you’re concussed, right?”

You laughed, a bright, sharp sound and you shook your head. “I’m not concussed.” You hummed, happy. “And even if I was, I’d still wanna go on a date with you.”

Eddie looked brighter than the sun.

—————

That evening, Eddie picked you up outside your apartment with freshly washed curls and a shirt that didn’t have any rips in it.

His boots were clean and his jeans weren’t creased and you’d have said something about it all if you weren’t as nervous as he looked. With what appeared to be a permanent flush on his cheeks, he hopped out the van as he saw you lock up, jogging round the front so he could open the door for you.

“You look nice,” he murmured as he helped you in, his hand holding yours, his gaze unable to stop from wandering over all the bare thigh your dress showed off.

A summery thing, cherry red with a hem that erred on the side of almost too short, with short sleeves and a pretty frilled neckline. It was lower than your uniform, showing off more skin and cleavage than he’d ever seen before. You’d changed seven times between getting out of the shower and watching the window for Eddie’s van, throwing your rejected outfits on your bedroom floor as you stood in your pyjama shirt, wondering if it was far too presumptuous to change into your best lace underwear.

The butterflies inside your ribcage were rattling.

“Thank you,” you answered politely and you let yourself look at him too, like you were allowed to now. He still had the rings he wore outside of the kitchen, a plain black T-shirt that smelled like he always did, like lemongrass and freshly spritzed cologne. “You look nice too.”

He went pink at your words and duked his chin to hide his smile. And when he got back into the driver's seat, you looked at him expectantly, nervously.

“So, uh, there’s only really one place to go for food in this town,” Eddie cleared his throat awkwardly and he smiled, nose scrunched. “And rumour has it, the chef is out on a hot date…”

You laughed, tension broken for a second or two and you hummed, nodding. “Hot date, huh?”

Eddie nodded furiously, letting his eyes dip to look over your bare legs, the short hem of your dress, scarlet against your skin. He looked bravely, not trying to hide it the way he used to. “The hottest,” he confirmed.

“Where are you taking me then?” you asked softly, leaning your cheek against the seat. It was dangerous looking at him like this, like you wanted him, like you were over trying to hide it. Your workplace crush had bloomed into something else, something more and it made your chest ache.

“Wayne’s not home,” Eddie replied just as soft, just as quiet. His gaze kept falling to your mouth, the way it turned up in the corners. “I have it on good authority that the food at Casa Munson is top tier.”

It made your stomach flip, the idea of being alone with the boy. It barely happened, a rarity, really. The butterflies in your stomach were pushing at your bones, gnawing to get out. You were dizzy with it.

“Yeah?” you smiled at him, putting Eddie’s own nerves at ease. “Think you could get us a table?”

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verdemoun · 13 days

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modern au but the gang waking up in modern day in the order they died with memories of their lives as outlaws:

bessie motherfucking matthews being the one that rounds them up. she's a professor at a university teaching women's history and owns a little cottage on the outskirts of town, and uses newspaper articles to try and plot out who/where someone will 'wake up'

sean was the first VDL she successfully found. davey and mac somehow found each other and got themselves incarcerated for armed robbery before she got them.

sean adapts almost instantly and loves the chaos of modern day cities: car horns, fluorescent lights, night clubs, television (fuck you lenny reading is for nerds!!). he steals a bike he calls ennis II and gets a job delivering pizzas

she finds hosea and lenny next. it's a very emotional reunion. she starts calling lenny her son. hosea spends at least a week refusing to let his wife out of his sight because he has to be dreaming, kisses and adores her at every opportunity. their dates are her teaching him to drive a car

lenny takes less than a day to figure out computers and takes over the locate the VDLs project. he has what is effectively a murder wall of colored yarn and push pins trying to figure out when and where the next person will appear. manages to cyber-stalk down jenny, who being as breathtakingly clever as she is figured out the present all by herself and works in a diner. she comes over for dinner twice a week

retracing the gang's steps they find kieran, who is doing fabulously not well. he's been homeless for a month, got hit by a car and is very, very distraught by not only the memories of his torture after being taken by o'driscolls but the fact he betrayed the gang by talking. bessie matthews, mother to all, introduces him to noise cancelling headphones, gardening, and horse girl movies.

lenny: hey i've been doing some research and i think most of us have this thing called ptsd????

when hosea and bessie want to have a nice, quiet romantic dinner by themselves they put sensory videos on the tv and all the boys just sit there silently

#rdr2 modern au #bessie matthews #hosea matthews #sean macguire #lenny summers #kieran duffy #rdr2 timewarp au

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dokojuice · 1 year

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one piece au where everything is exactly the same except sanji had already previously met ace at the baratie during one of ace’s solo voyages

“Nice seeing you again.” Sanji said, lifting a cigarette up to his lips with a smile.

Ace turned towards the voice and his face lit up with joy. He points at Sanji with glee.

“Yo! Luffy, you have this guy on your crew? He’s great!”

Luffy’s head turns back and forth, darting between his cook and his brother. “Huh? Ace, do you know Sanji?”

Ace nods happily. “We met back in East Blue, at that restaurant.”

“I should have known you two were related.” Sanji shakes his head with a feigned exasperation. “Same bottomless appetite.”

“What the fuck is happening inside there?” Sanji muttered, blowing out a puff of smoke before walking back through the back-door into the kitchens where he returned from his brief smoke break

The kitchen was in a frenzy, every cook rushing between sizzling pans and boiling pots, and servers even opting in and out of prepping dishes for serving.

“What the hell?! Oi,” Sanji grabbed one of the new rookie chefs by the back of the collar. “What’s going on?”

“A-A customer outside! He ordered one of everything on the menu!”

“HUH?!”

The Baratie menu was five pages, double-sided, with four dishes on each, excluding the drinks and desserts.

“What kind of customer orders forty dishes?!”

“SHHH!” The rookie chef looks around frantically, as if hiding from someone beneath all the noise in the chaos. “He’s a Whitebeard Pirate Commander!”

Sanji’s eyes widened in shock, and steadily joins in preparing the dishes. He carries the first quarter dozen and sets it down on the man’s table. It wasn’t that hard to find, considering the man had a giant tattoo of the infamous Whitebeard’s jolly roger on his back. Also, he was a pirate, so he sat like one. Slack, with legs wide apart and hands behind his head with a bright orange hat settling over his face.

“Your food, sir.” Sanji starts, spreading out the four plates across as another server followed close behind, setting down another three.

The man sat up immediately and looked down with glee. “Thanks so much!”

As if to chime in, Sanji heard the man’s stomach rumble loudly. Sanji smiled. It’s a joy in his life to serve those who are hungry. “Enjoy it. It’s the greatest damn food on the sea.”

The man nodded, thanking him again and digging in. Sanji figured that the first seven plates would be enough to at least sage the appetite of the man a little, so he held up a hand when another one of the servers was on their way out with another four.

“Hold on, there’s no way he’s-”

Sanji’s cut off by a loud slam behind him, followed by loud gasps and screams. He whips his head around and pushes open the kitchen door to the dining area, to see the man face-down in the table, surrounded by shards of broken glass on the floor and in a ring around his head.

“Did he just-?!”

Sanji runs over and carries the man out of his chair, laying him out on the floor. He lays a finger on the side of the man’s neck, desperately searching for a pulse.

“Shit...”

He takes his place over the man’s torso and begins to press Sanji turns his head up towards the shocked diners, who are at a loss just as much as he is.

“IS ANYONE A DOC-”

“Snrk- Oh?”

The man sits up in a shock, dazed and confused. He blinks the sleep away from his eyes, which widen when he sees the cute waiter on his lap. Said waiter is looking down at him with his eyes wide in shock.

“Ah. Sorry, I must have fallen asleep.”

Sanji’s brain short-circuits before his face flushes red.

“YOU BASTARD!” Sanji brings a fist down and knocks him on the head before thinking. The guests gasp again, this time in shock.

“He just hit a Whitebeard commander!”

“Do you think he’s gonna come here?!”

“Ah-” Sanji’s eyes boggle even wider and he jumps off the man in a hassle (why was he still on him?!) “I-I’m so sorry, p-please, don’t hold this against the restaurant.”

To his surprise, and the shock of all the patrons around him, the man begins to laugh. He throws his head back and laughs so hard, his hat falls off his head. Loose black curls fall around his face in a cute halo. His chortles die down and he shakes his head, waving his arms up in a ‘no way’ gesture.

“Please, rest assured, I won’t do anything like that. I imagine I caused quite a shock anyways so that was pretty well-warranted.”

He rubs his head tenderly with a smirk. “You know, you’re pretty strong. Wanna join the Whitebeard pirates? We could always use more cooks. All the better if they’re strong, too.”

Sanji splutters with a heavy blush at the praise before turning and stomping away, cursing under his breath that the man was an idiot.

It was when Sanji came back from his third smoke break of the night when he sees that man again, this time over one of the sinks in the kitchen.

“EH-What are you doing back here?!”

The man lifts his head over the plate he’s washing, and Sanji doesn’t like the little twist his heart does at the sight of the man’s hair tied back out of his face.

“Oh! Hi again. The old guy told me I had to wash the dishes to pay for the ones I broke. He’s a pretty scary guy, I can see where you get your strength from.”

“Don’t compliment me as if that solves anything, bastard.” Sanji mutters, rolling up his sleeves as he makes his way to another sink, joining in attacking the large pile of dirty dishes looming over them.

“Sorry for scaring you like that. I really have no idea why that happens, even the doctors on our ship can’t figure it out.” The man apologizes again.

He runs his hand under the water to rinse off the suds of soap and briefly shakes it before thrusting it towards Sanji with a newfound determined grin. “I’m Ace.”

Sanji looks at his outstretched hand and sighs, pulling his out of the water and shaking it. “Sanji.”

“How long have you been a cook here?”

“As long as I can remember.” He responds. “I basically grew up here.”

“With these guys? No wonder you’re so tough.” Ace chuckles. Sanji smiles and shakes his head.

“They’re all temperamental bastards. Especially the old man.”

“It’s nice to say you grew up around good people.” Ace says wistfully, scrubbing away at a plate with stubborn flakes of whatever.

“Even if I imagine the old guy was as tough on you as he was on me.” Ace chuckles again, shaking his head and sighing before rubbing a hand on his sore cheek, where a new bruise was forming. “You think his leg would break with how hard he kicked me back there.”

Sanji’s mind lightens with memories of Zeff as a child, and his smile returns. “Yeah, he’s the worst one of ‘em all. Still can’t imagine how I would have turned out without him, though.”

“It’s the same way with my little brother.” Ace says, and a large smile grows on his face. “God, he was the most annoying little kid you could ever imagine. But there’s no doubt he’s the greatest thing that happened to me.”

“Is he a pirate as well? Is he on your ship?”

Ace shakes his head. “No, he’s just about done training to set off on his own. But he’s gonna shake the world.”

“Jeez, that crazy, huh?”

“I hope he finds his way here, he’d love the food.”

“If I ever meet him, I’ll make sure he gets fed well.”

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Masterlist : Marvel

Marvel Cinematic Universe

* = Smut (Minors DNI) || 🦋 = Series || Beware of the TW please

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Do you love Bucky series? @justkending is the writer for you! Here are some of my favourites:

Finding Memories 🦋 (Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader, Waking up with little to no memory of her past, and being saved by a group of individuals who call themselves heroes, sends a long time captive for a whirlwind trying to find some form of grounding in this world she quickly learns runs on chaos. But she’s not the only one trying to figure out her forgotten backstory. Bucky Barnes, along with the other Avengers, can’t help but sense that there is a lot more to the whole situation than a diagnosis of amnesia. Her background slowly starts to come forward in pieces of her past and hidden information discovered. Who is she? And why was she in the room they were meant to destroy?)

The Number One Rule 🦋 (Bucky Barnes x Rogers!Reader, Y/N has always been seen as “Steve’s rambunctious sister.” However, she grew up, graduated, and moved to London to study abroad for 4 years and get her bachelor’s degree. The girl that returns looks nothing like the teenager that left. But don’t worry, the attitude is still there and stronger than ever. What’s to come of the two grown adults that used to push each other’s buttons, but now have a lot more in common than they’ve ever realized?)

The Slip Up 🦋 (Bucky Barnes x Single mom!Reader, After a last hurrah to graduating college with a future to be a family practitioner, a little slip up happens… Seven years down the road, just when things just now seem to be going smoothly, Y/N approaches that slip up from all those years ago. She’s not looking for anything right now. She is just where she wants to be in life. It seems the universe has a different idea though. One called James Barnes.)

So, my number one for smutty Bucky is the wonderful @sinner-as-saint. Here are a few of my favourites:

Capital Letters * 🦋 (Bucky AU x Fem!Reader, You were fortunate enough to work for who was considered to be one of the best, most admired and affluent authors of your time; Mr. James Buchanan Barnes. And soon, things weren’t so professional between you and the man…)

His Obsession * (Mob!Seb x Housekeeper!Reader, You work for the notorious mob boss. You’re at his house regularly; tidying up and cleaning and surprisingly you’re not scared of him like the rest of his staff are. Sure he is authoritative, and mean but he’s never disrespectful or inappropriate, nor does he bark orders at you like he does with the guys. And you were almost certain that he barely pays attention to you. Until one evening he confronts you about something. And what starts out heated, ends in a night neither of you will ever forget…)

Miscellaneous Authors:

Diner Girl || @ofstarsandvibranium (Fem!Reader, After coming across a small diner, he becomes enamoured with you, a waitress)

Set me free || @intrepidacious (Bucky x Nymph!Reader, Once upon a time, a soldier fell from a train. Thankfully, this time, he is found by gentle hands, and a beautiful voice keeps him safe from the cold)

Heal me, baby || @/intrepidacious (Bucky x Nurse!Reader, Your friendship starts with you cleaning up his wounds and Bucky paying to get the blood stains out of your couch. Something else starts, too)

Nightingale’s Song 🦋 || @thatfanficstuff (Barnes x OC, James Buchanan Barnes. Captain America’s best friend. Hydra’s secret weapon. A man lost in time who can’t remember his own name let alone those he held most dear. Florence Anna Charles. A nurse on the front in World War II. A mutant in a time they weren’t known. A woman who can heal with a touch that catches the attention of Hydra)

Lessons in Love || @violentdelightsandviolentends (Bucky x Fem!Reader, Bucky didn't believe in love at first sight. Then he met you.)

[Not Named] || @terry-perry (Dad!Buck x Fem!Reader, Can I request of Jack is clinging on Y/n like koala. Like when Bucky try to pry him off of her but he said “No! I’m staying with mommy and protect her!”)

Mood lighting || @frankieetaylorr (1930s!Bucky x Fem!wheelchair-user!Reader, You never understood why he always came to the dances your resident home threw but you were always so glad when he did)

TW: brief mention of abandonment

Secret Book Club || @starks-hero (40’s!Bucky x Reader, Bucky’s got a new book and he just can’t seem to put it down)

Instinct || @dilemmaontwolegs (FATWS!Bucky x Blind!Fem!Reader, After trying to stop a mugging before Bucky intervenes as reward is offered and so he tracks you down)

Fall into Winter * 🦋 [Ao3] || Miajah (Bucky x Reader, Mae was just doing her civic duty when she saved Iron Man, now she can't seem to get rid of him. Then there was the Winter Soldier and of course Captain America himself. A girl can't catch a break)

Running From the Past * 🦋 [Ao3] || @green-eyeddragonfanfiction (Buck x Mutant!Reader, Reader is a mutant who was experimented on by HYDRA. Due to her unique powers, she escapes without being seen when the Avengers attack the Hydra compound she’s been kept in for the last 5 years of her life. Her mutations and Hydra experiments allow her to blend in with her surroundings (like a chameleon/cuttlefish/octopus) and change her appearance in minor ways (such as hair, skin, and eye color), though the changes are only temporary. She’s now on the run, avoiding both Hydra and SHIELD)

Steve Rogers x Reader

You and Me Together 🦋 || @/ofstarsandvibranium (Single Parent Steve x Fem!Reader, After the death of his wife, Sharon, Steve Rogers is now the single parent of their daughter, Grace. Three years after his wife’s death, his friends convince him to go back into the dating game)

Not a Perfect Princess || @shmaptainwrites || (Steve x Princess!Reader, Reader meets one of the heros who saved her country and realizes around him she doesn’t have to be a perfect princess)

Making the Team || @heliads (Dad!Steve x Daughter!Reader, The reader is the daughter of natasha and steve, and she is nervous about for her first mission. Her mom and dad tell her that everything is gonna be great, and the mission is complete, but the reader is badly injured and her parents and Bruce takes care of her)

10 Years Time 🦋 || @/justkending (Steve x Stark!Daughter!Reader, As princess of Alberia, it is your duty to grow into a rightful young lady if you plan on ruling your family’s country. Of course, the only way your father can see this happening is sending you off to a boarding camp at the age of 14 for 10 years to learn what it means to grow into a Queen.That means leaving all your friends and family behind. One specific person, your best friend, you never want to say goodbye to. But 10 years later, you come back grown into a young lady, and find your best friend has grown into a knightly young man. How will you two adjust after 10 years apart? Will things be the same, or will all that’s happened in that span of time affect your relationship?)

Tony Stark x Reader

Dum-E || @mostly-marvel-musings (Tony x Fem!Reader, DUM-E has probably tried petting Tony's hair with his grabby claw when Tony falls asleep in the lab because he's seen you do it and noticed that Tony likes it)

Hot Chocolate and Hoodies || @deadlymistletoe (Tony x Fem!Reader, A dare involving a hoodie eventually leads to hidden feelings being revealed)

Maybe to annoy you || @specialagentlokitty (Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader, Tony's daughter and she has a crush on Steve, like everytime she sees him she blushes and Tony is a little annoyed)

Two Wicks, One Flame * 🦋 [Ao3] || AmberSnapeBlack (Tony x Soulmate!OC, Emma has had it rough her whole life. Her experiences have shaped her into who she is today, a twenty three year old bus girl with no self esteem or backbone. She hates the lime light...well she hates socializing at all. She has never paid her soul mark any mind. Most days, she forgets it even exists. That will change for her in a way she never anticipated. What comes with bearing the soul mark of the man who is the forefront of the Avengers? Who is almost always in lime light? Who is possibly, already taken? Does she want to know?)

Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Little Love || @/ofstarsandvibranium (Loki x Short!Reader, where the reader is super short)

Shatter This Glass And Set Me Free * 🦋 [Ao3] || @shiningloki || (Loki x OC, Loki hasn't seen the light of day in years. He has been locked away in Stark Tower, waiting for Odin to free him of his punishment after his attack on New York. He's angry, he's spiteful, but most of all, he's lonely. It is not until one day when a new face comes along Stark Tower that everything begins to change. She's different from the rest. She's trusting, she's curious, and she's willing to give Loki a chance at companionship that no one has ever offered him)

The Eyes of the Beholder 🦋 || @/starks-hero (Gorgon!Loki x Blind!Reader, Loki has spent years in solitude, hidden away in the mountains south of Athens. Having been cursed by the gods for his trickery, anyone that sets eyes on him shall turn to stone. But what happens when an unfortunate mortal wanders into his domain?)

TW: Descriptions of blood, violence and injury, angst

Dances and Daggers 🦋 [Ao3] || Cozy_The_Overlord (Loki x OC, The Summer Festival is upon Asgard, as is the tradition of the dagger ceremony, where each unmarried gentleman chooses a lady to bestow with the honor of carrying his dagger for the night. As Prince Thor's betrothed, Teki's only goal is to accept his dagger with grace and hope that her violent stepfather doesn't find fault with her in the process. But Prince Thor is unpredictable, and when he ignores his engagement on a whim Teki finds herself in a desperate situation. Luckily, Thor isn't the only prince in Asgard…)

Avengers x Reader

Not a burden || @/specialagentlokitty (Autistic!Child!Reader, Would you be comfortable writing something where Bucky and Steve (or maybe the whole Avengers team if you like that better) adopt the autistic reader after finding out her mother emotionally abused her?)

Some Things Never Sleep 🦋 [FF.Net] || MotomamiBizcochito (Avengers x OC, Emma Rogers, AKA The Viper Assassin, has been under Hydra's thumb for nine long years until the Avengers rescue her from a Hydra base after receiving anonymous intel from the Winter Soldier. She's thrown into a world of freedom which she's never known but with the help of her grandfather, Captain America, she slowly becomes accustomed to her new life until Tony Stark brings up the Sokovia Accords. Emma is caught in the middle of a war as she becomes intent on protecting the man she calls her father and siding with her grandfather. Not to mention she crosses paths with a certain webslinging nuisance that knows just how to push her buttons like no other...what Emma would give for the days she spent knife fighting with her father in Siberia)

I know it's a Spiderman x OC but it's because of this story I discovered MCU and Emma has a lot of relations with Avengers. A LOT of TW, check them all please

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Sorry I don't know all of the wererabbit lore could you explain to me? Sorry if you already have by the way!

HAPPY TO RAMBLE I’M LIKE THE HIPPO.

Ok so basically. Idk when exactly it takes place but the aftons are all alive, henry and Charlie are alive, the glamrocks are a few 20-somethings with a shitty transgender garage band, cassie tony and Ellis are hanging around, cassidy hangs around Evan and Charlie, and well basically. Vanessa and Gregory were both homeless (they met at 17 and 6)(vanessa ran away, gregory has dead parents LOL) and ended up living with Freddy yay! Nessa soon got a nice normal job at a totally normal local diner (Fredbears) and ends up meeting william yay!! They hang around a lot and it’s nice :] will gets someone new to monologue at and vanessa gets a whimsical father figure. Unfortunately for literally everyone William has made a discovery!

For some fuckass reason he’s discovered how LITERAL KOOKY MOON MAGIC works and is using his favorite employees as his TEST SUBJECTS. He tried to turn bonnie into a wererabbit and the guy DIED. Surely this did not impact anyone in any sort of way. Well after perfecting his funky spell he decided to test it on Vanessa and .. it worked.! So now during full moons she turns into a giant rabbit creature that William can command. He uses this power for murder of course- because he is quite silly. Vanessa does not remember anything that happens as the werebunny and is quite distressed whenever she wakes up in the woods in her PJs covered in somebody else’s blood. Not fun. However she hasn’t. Told Gregory or Freddy because she doesn’t wanna worry them.. also William knows about this issue and says he can help so surely she doesn’t have to worry right? one night, the afton kids had gregory over for a goofy sleepover!(Michael was acting like a chaperone all ‘ohh well I’m the oldest so i better make sure you guys don’t set lizzy’s room on fire’ when actually he is participating equally in the chaos.) they end up playing hide and seek in the woods…. Which sounds stupid but trust me living in front of the woods does that to ya. Anyways they encounter the werebunny (ran away from will.. turns out giant neurotic prey animal is difficult to control sometimes) and these whimsical children take it home with them because they noticed it had been chained up and decided they HAD to save it.. so of course the beast had like 13 bows in it’s fur. They have it sleep under lizzy’s bed just in case mrs afton walks in and sees it and well in the morning they check and. WHY IS VANESSA HERE.!?

……………so basically the kids know vanessa is a werebunny. Vanessa is just finding this information out and is very distressed. William doesn’t know his kids found the werebunny but he knows SOMEbody is tampering with his murder freak animal (and well, gregory treats the werebunny like an oversized lapdog, Liz and Ev are living their Disney princess dream, and Michael is having his HTTYD era but ultimately that doesn’t affect Will’s control over it he’s just got control issues)

Um and yeah it’s uh basically a goofy silly au from my Powerful Transgender Mind uhh yeah 👍 fucking bunby reblog if you agree

#werebunny au #there’s also lots of stuff in the tag if you want to know more specifics<3

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Prompt: Serial Killers

for @ckhalloween23

(Scream au. Lawrusso. Little fast paced. Just one of a couple variations I’m going to make and build on. Wonky timeline)

Johnny slams the fridge closed dramatically, huffing and stomping towards the ringing phone. He’s pissed all day about various things. One is the fact that no colleges have gotten back to him yet. Is he really that…dumb? He could have sworn despite the various times he’d skip classes in school and flunk, that all the debutante bullshit Sid forced him into would at least work for something. Bobby assured him

(“Oh, come on, Johnny. I don’t hang out with stupid people—“he glanced at Tommy and Dutch, then back at him “Actually, scratch that. All I’m saying is that you’re not *educationally* a dumbass, alright?”)

It helped yet didn’t at all. Of course Bobby isn’t stressed, he and Jimmy have always been the smart ones. Johnny would go as far as to say they’re Harvard material. That comfort was fine and dandy, but Dutch was never good at reading the room, he was always just even more affectionate when Johnny was struggling. Arm around his shoulders as Johnny vented about it all. He just wants to get out of his stepfather’s hands, maybe become a doctor, make good money, and be on his own. Make a family at some point. How can he do that if no school wants him? What if he ends up as a plumber? Dealing with shit for shit money. What if he has to strip for perverts? And he wishes he could stop fucking thinking about that annoying little worm, LaRusso. The fighting and tournament are all over yet he seems to run into him everywhere…he can’t even say he hates it. He almost feels excited every time he sees him, especially when Ali isn’t there—so much less tension. So much more time to chat civilly with less filter. He finds himself hoping they broke up and not because he wants her back. Every date he’d been on recently never called him back. It’s like no one wants him except the cobras—and god is he thankful for them even when they say he’s wrong

(“Hey, at least you look cool even when you’re acting like a total diva.” Dutch teased, and Johnny stiffened. They always called him that and he usually scoffs, but right then it just felt like a way to tell him he’s over reacting.

No, it WAS. “I’m not being a diva. Why do you always say that shit?”

“I think you meant drama queen—“ Tommy started, mouth snapping shut at Bobby’s firm look. “Sorry.”

“What’s so great about college? Can’t you just, I don’t know, work at a diner?” Dutch shrugged

Jimmy raised his brows and nudged Johnny’s shoulder with his, wrapping an arm around his waist. “Don’t listen to him. We understand, okay?”

Johnny smiled at him. Jimmy once said he was one of the only people who never made him feel irritated, even with all his chaos. He’d even let him snag one of his grandpa sweaters, which he was usually such a prissy princess about, and just rolled his eyes when Johnny showed up to school one day wearing one. The day they met, he and Johnny were more alike than different, and that always stuck.

Johnny pushed Dutch’s arm off him hard and Jimmy’s off gently. Dutch frowned as Johnny walked to his bike, the other cobras watching and sharing looks.

“What’d I do?” Dutch all but whined to Bobby who smacked him over the head. “Don’t leave, man, please?”

Johnny shook his head and straddled his bike, grabbing his helmet. “Thanks for the pep talk, guys. I’ll see you later.”

“Call me when you get home!” Bobby shouted as Johnny sped off.)

It must be one of them. Dutch or Bobby in a coin toss. Dutch calling with a sheepish apology, asking if he can bring a pack of beer over. Bobby calling to cheer him up a little and give him tips on making better applications. Maybe Jimmy calling to talk about some movie or book, focusing on the action because he knows Johnny likes it most—a great storyteller. Or maybe it’s Tommy with a laugh in his voice, ready to make him cackle so hard his stomach cramped.

He picks up the phone. “Hello?”

“Hi,” A strange voice answers. It’s like they’re using some sort of modulator.

“Uh, who is this?”

“If I tell you, will you give me a chance?” the voice croon.

A chance at what? “Sure, whatever. Who the hell is this?”

The man chuckles, “So feisty. I always liked that about you.”

“I…what?”

“What's your dating life like? Wait, Let me guess, not going so well?”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

“What’s your fucking problem?”

“Hey, hey. I’m just curious, you never tell me about those kinds of things when we talk.“

“I never tell you?….Who is this?”

Johnny swears he hears something in the background. Something like wheezing, scraping.

“You wanna play twenty questions?”

“You wanna stop playing games and get to the point or did you want to keep prattling?” Johnny counters, walking back to the fridge with the phone pressed to his shoulder.

“No, I want to play with you for a long time.”

Johnny’s face heats up. “Maybe I’ll let you “play” with me if you tell me more about yourself. Like your name, for example.”

Why is he enjoying this?

“Well, sure!” the voice answers cheerily. “What do you want to know? Other than my name. If I gave you it now that’d be no fun. ”

Johnny thinks about it. It's someone semi-close to him at the least with how he speak. Must be some lame prank.

“Do you…live with your parents?”

“Interesting choice. Yes. My ma was very adamant that I stay until I have everything together.”

Johnny’s ears might as well have physically perked up. “Ma”. He knows a lot of people call their moms that but…

“You know, the way you talk reminds me of a boy who’d be *dead* if this were him.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. This prick from New Jersey….Kind of changed my life. Mostly for the worse I’d say.”

A hum. “You don’t sound like you hate him all that much for someone who change your life for the worse. Do you?”

Johnny stops pouring the coke staring at the half-filled cup and chewing on his lip “It’s not your turn to ask me things yet.”

“Oh, come on. Humor me.”

“Well, I guess not anymore. I kind of… appreciate him. I’d have stayed with him if he never came around. My buddies too.

“Him?”

“My teacher. Bad guy. Tried to kill me.”

“Should have killed him.” he sounds angry. surprisingly so, like a switch had been flipped.

The mansion is so…eery without his mom and Sid there. Unsettling in a different way than when they’re home. He rests his elbow on the counter, pulling his sleeve over his cold fingers. Will he get drilled into it for turning on the heat? Racking up the bill. “Great idea but I don’t really want to go to jail because I’m actually trying to have a life.”

“I wasn’t talking about you killing, I was talking about me.”

Johnny goes silent. So he knows all about it—what Kreese did—and only so many do.

“You look pretty in that sweater, Johnny.”

It takes Johnny’s brain a moment to process that and when it does he stands up straight, looking out the windows he can see.

“Wha—How do know what I’m wearing?” He changed after he got home. There’s no way he could know that unless…

“Are you all alone?”

Yes. Painfully so.

“I—I’m over this. Bye.”

“Did you lock all the doors?“

Click. He practically slams the phone back in the holder, nerves haywire all over again. He dumps his drink out in the sink in favor of some of the scotch stashed in the cabinet

Pouring it hurriedly then going upstairs to get loose and pass out for a good night's rest.

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Johnny startles awake, his eyes darting in the direction of the sudden cracking noise—heart jumping in his throat when he sees someone successfully breaking into his room. How did he not wake up sooner?

A big white face with a gaping mouth, gloved hands pushing open the window and stumbling in: clumsy.

Adrenaline hits him like a train.

He slinks off his bed and onto the ground just as the intruder's feet meet the floor

They’re not exactly tall, and their flowy black attire makes it hard to determine their stature

He stands up quickly and runs toward the person but a glint makes him stop in his tracks.

The person tilts their head like a dog, bringing out a kitchen knife smeared with blood.

They step towards him, and he steps back, that pattern continuing until Johny only has the corner of the wall behind him, nowhere to escape. He was taught better than this—maybe he can still run.

The intruder sweeps his legs causing him to fall on his back and lose all his breath, lungs feeling like they were punched, his head knocking on the floor making him see stars. The person gets between his legs easily and puts a hand on his chest to hold him down (though it feels more like a grope) and the blade still held in warning

Maybe he could get it away from him. Maybe he can get himself to move if he just takes a deep breath. Wills away the dizziness.

Heavy breathing comes from the mask, and he trails the blade down Johnny's body slowly. Toying with him. Staring at him with big black eyes. “I’m sorry. I thought you’d catch yourself better, you’re usually such a cat….” he leans in “You’ve been drinking again, haven’t you? Bad boy.”

“Are you going to kill me? Johnny asks, voice high and tight.

“Are you scared?” his voice is strange like he’s impersonating someone, like they’re going as deep as they can. Breathy.

Johnny grits his teeth, eyes on the blood smeared on the mask.

“I…I’ll give you whatever you want of mine. Just please don’t take my parents’ stuff—“

The boy shakes his head. “Don’t be scared.”

Johnny’s hands tremble where they’re clutching his sweater. He could wrap his legs around his waist and squeeze tight, roll him over, and surprise him enough to escape.

But the knife—but the butterflies in his stomach.

He was always fascinated by knives. The way they reflected things. He used to play with the switchblade his dad left when he was young. He hid it from his mom until the day he accidentally sliced his hand and needed stitches. She was furious, he was thinking about just how dark his blood was. Not at all like the movies he’d watch that looked like ketchup. He thought it was beautiful

“I know you like blood on your hands but — “ The intruder swipes the red off his mask with a finger, leather shining with it. Johnny’s eyes follow widely, “Is it like I do?”

He almost sounds hopeful. Vulnerable. Johnny’s heart thumps loudly. he hates murder. Murder is wrong. It’d make him a bad person if he sometimes thought about going further than a strike. More than just his hands and high kicks and words. He says nothing, and the boy tuts his tongue, wiping the blood on Johnny’s lips like some sort of fucked up lipstick.

“I think you do. I know you, Johnny. Better than you think I do. Better than you know me.”

“No. No. I don’t like it.” Johnny chokes out, tongue threatening to peek out a lick his lips clean.

He can just sense he’s smiling. “Okay, pretty boy.”

He knows him. He *knows* him.

The intruder covers his eyes, shushing soothingly when Johnny goes tense

“No more dates for you. ” he whispers, and Johnny flinches when he feels the heat of their mouth hovering over his. “I’ll keep making sure of it. And since you *don’t* want blood on your hands, you should probably just give up because next time, I’ll stab them when you’re still there.”

It clicks in his head like a phone getting hung up: All the failed dates, they’re dead. All because of him. All because this man is… is what? Obsessed with him?

He kisses Johnny out of no where and it’s eager, rough like he had been waiting forever. Like he’s trying to eat Johnny like a blood-glazed cake lips first and he just lays there and takes it. Opens his mouth and tastes his tongue: iron and mint. Something interesting.

He turns his head abruptly, hand still covering his eyes firmly, and the kiss breaks with a wet noise that has Johnny’s feeling warm. He breathes through his nose, tears welling at the corner of his eyes. He’s striking first and Johnny hasn’t struck him once

“Aw. I’m disappointed you’re done so soon, but that’s okay. I’m not pushy. I wasn’t even sure you’d let me…You chew on things so much, you have no idea the things I think about you.“

A rustle, then the moonlight filling Johnny’s vision again.

The murderer gets up and saunters to his bedroom door, looking back at him with his hand on the knob

Johnny sits up his elbows, licking the roof of his mouth to savor.

“One day, I won’t have to make calls, ‘cause you are instead,” he tells Johnny like a promise before he opens the doors with a creak and steps out.

Johnny lays back again, shaking with it all. No want in him to close his window or see if the boy is burglarizing the mansion or just going out the front door like he owns the place.

He might ask someone out tomorrow.

#lawrusso #Thank you to variousqueerthings for running the event #I’ve kept it the same since I wrote it a week ago #Literally word for word #This is not very good I know #but I wanted to get it out 😭#forgive me #tw murder #tw possessive behavior #cobras x Johnny optional #Jimmy loves all the Cobras dw #Tw blood

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The maid of Mr. Barnes - Part 6 (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

The maid of Mr. Barnes Part 6 - A piece of calmness // The maid of Mr. Barnes Masterlist Bucky Barnes x Reader Mafia AU Warnings: none

Summary: Something happened, and you have an unexpected day off.

The mansion is busy and loud when you wake up and get ready for the day. As you leave the calmness of your room to head to the kitchen, you can feel the tension in the air. It vibrates among the men who don't even spare you a glance on your way. Their attention is on their phones as they talk over each other, telling and asking things you don't understand. You barely have time to get out of someone's way as you reach the kitchen. The door bangs against the wall, and you can see Steve and Sam for a moment before the door closes. You wait for a moment, not sure if you should go in or just disappear to not be on the way to anyone. "Y/N?" You hear Sam's voice before you can decide about your next step. "I'm here," you reply, pushing the door in front of you and making a few unsure steps to the counter. "Can I do something for you?" You ask, looking back at the mess behind the closed doors. "No, no," he shakes his head. "About this..." he hums, and you know he is thinking about a way to explain everything to you or just simply lie. "It's okay," you tell him before he can continue. "The only thing I need to know is if you need me to do something or just disappear for a while." "Take the day off," Sam answers after a quick glance at Steve. "You can't do anything in this chaos anyway." "Okay," you nod. "I will be in the city if you need me."

Of course, you remember them telling you that if you want to go somewhere, just ask someone to drive you, but seeing the house right now, you decide against it. You would feel uncomfortable anyway.

While the house is still busy, you get your things and make your way to the bus stop in the middle of nowhere. The sun is warm on your skin, and the summer breeze plays with your hair. Your attention is on the horizon, waiting for the familiar form of the bus to appear in the distance. You can hear the horses at the nearby stable. Their snorts and neighs mix with the birds' songs.

A car appears from the turn of the road. The black paint shines under the rays of the sun. At first, you don't even recognize the vehicle until it stops in front of you with Bucky sitting behind the wheel. The steel grey suit is thrown to the backseats, the sleeve of his shirt pulled up to his elbows. The stubble on his face is almost a beard now, giving him a gloomy look with the dark circles under his eyes. He looks like a mess, a handsome mess, but a mess nonetheless.

"What are you doing here?" He asks as a greeting. "Sam told me to take the day off," you explain. "I thought I would have breakfast in the city to not be in the way of the others." "You are not in the way, Y/N," he replies, frowning. "But I will take you. Get in." "You don't have to," you reply immediately, shaking your head. "I will be fine on my own." You are sure he has more important things to do than playing chauffeur. "I don't want you to be on your own," he says, reaching out over the seat next to him to push the door open for you. "And I need to clear my head. Breakfast sounds good."

"So, where do you want to go?" He asks after a while. You can see the tall buildings of the city in the distance. "I know a diner," you reply. "They make the best hamburgers." "Hambruger for breakfast?" He hums, and you shrug. "I think we deserve it," you tell him. "And what's the point of being an adult if you can't eat whatever you want for breakfast?" His laugh is deeper than the rumble of the car. "You are right, Bunny." Against your better judgment, you speak up again. "Are you sure, you don't have to be with the others? They seemed... stressed." "They can manage without me for a few hours," he says, not fazed by your curiosity. "Everything is fine, Y/N." You know what he means, you can hear it in his tone as he glances at you for a second. You are safe. You have nothing to worry about. And you don't know it yet, but Bucky means it. There is nothing in this world that could harm you under his protection.

The way to the diner is mostly silent. You know it's none of your business, but you want to ask him what's wrong. You made a vow when you started working for him that you would stay away from his business, but now, seeing him like this makes you change your mind. The urge to help him somehow is almost stronger than your common sense to keep yourself far away from everything they do for a living.

"Don't think so hard, Bunny," Bucky chimes in, reading you like a book. "I'm sorry." "You have nothing to be sorry for," he replies. "Let's just have breakfast, okay?"

The diner is quiet when you arrive. A few customers are sitting around the tables, the air full of the scent of coffee and food. Bucky is ready to go and order with his wallet in his hand, but you stop him. You want to do something nice for him. "It's on me," you tell him. "Do you want onions?" "I can pay, Bunny," he smirks. "And yes." "I know you can," you shrug. "But I can too. So sit down somewhere." "Are you ordering me around?" He hums, leaning closer. There is a dangerous glint in his stormy eyes, and you want to push him away and pull him closer at the same time. "I-" you croak, not knowing how to answer. "I will go and sit down," he says at the end. "Don't let me wait for long, hm?"

Bucky sits down while you go to the counter. The red leather seat creaks under his weight as he pushes himself next to the window. His attention from the street turns to you after a few seconds. There is a smile on your face as you talk with the waitress. He can hear your voice as you laugh at something, nodding your head. He finds himself lost for a second. Calmness washes over him, relaxing his tense posture. His shoulders drop, and keeping his eyes away from you seems impossible.

The vibration of his phone wakes him up from his thoughts.

We found him. S.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #avengers imagine #marvel imagine #mafia au

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Cathexis 🜍 PJM 🜍 3

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🜍Title: Cathexis

ca·thex·is/kəˈTHeksəs/ noun: the concentration of mental energy on one particular person, idea, or object (especially to an unhealthy degree).

🜍Summary: Possessing a power that was genetically passed onto him, Jimin has to face life’s struggles managing this burden alone. He finds himself back in a town he vaguely recalls , where he hopes to find some semblance of peace, but what he doesn’t expect is to come face to face with his past.

🜍Film: Firestarter

🜍Pairing: Jimin x reader

🜍Genre: Slight Yandere 🜍 Firestarter au 🜍 Thriller 🜍 11.4K words

🜍Warnings: angst, trauma, smut 18+, virgin Jimin, messy and emotional Jimin, jealousy, possessiveness, whiny and needy Jimin, hand job, bullying, name calling, violence, k*lling, side character deaths, fire, mentions of blood, burning mentions of weapons (g*ns, kn*ves etc), mentions of psychic ability manipulation and control, fighting, complete and utter chaos.

🜍A/N: Thank you to my wifey @outromoni for the banner.

It was several weeks of teasing. Stolen kisses in the back room of the diner or in his jeep whenever he stopped by your work. He never went to your house since there were too many nosy neighbors lurking. Even Lisa didn’t know about this secret relationship. But it had to be like this. You knew it and he knew it. If anyone found out that Jimin was here…that he used to be from here…it could mean trouble. The quieter you both were about each other, the easier it was for Jimin to just coast under the radar.

He found himself smiling alone while he worked or dreaming of you on the nights you couldn’t see each other. Even though you both wanted each other, neither of you pushed further than passionate kissing and slight touching. To be honest, Jimin was getting a bit frustrated. He really wasn’t as fragile and you thought he was.

And he was able to prove this to you, when you came over the other night. You’d told him about James, how you attempted dating him assuming he’d grown up and was an actually decent human being. Turns out the bastard had been pretending all along just to get you. You didn’t actually find out until about two months into dating. It didn’t take a genius to realize he was cheating on you. He was also not a very nice person in general to anyone. He was good at hiding it in front of you for a while, but eventually his true colors showed.

But Jimin took all of this information in without breaking a sweat. The jealousy he felt was intense, but somehow your explanation and clear demonstration of your disdain for the man pacified him. Jimin hated that you’d actually been with the guy…that the bastard probably had your body while he’d been struggling with blue balls for weeks.

“He is still obsessed with me. Won’t leave me alone. But he’s just a big dog…all bark and no bite, ya know?” You seemed to believe James was not a threat, but Jimin didn’t feel this way at all. It was this knowledge that made him want to be present and make it clear to everyone that you belonged to him now, but he couldn’t even do that. He was so frustrated he wanted to hit something.

Even now as he stood in the bread aisle deciding which bread to buy he wished he could be with you. Everyone in the town would be so jealous of him because you were his. He sighed wishing things didn’t have to be this way. He’s always lived in hiding and someday he wasn’t going to have to do that anymore.

As he was about to move on, a familiar voice behind him had him grinding his teeth.

“So, we meet again.”

Jimin already knew who it was before he turned around, but what he didn’t know was how the hell this fucker knew it was him. Jimin always laid low and barely went out. So the fact that he was so conveniently in the same grocery store as him didn’t sit well.

Turning around, a loaf of bread in his hand—decision made—Jimin furrowed his brow and smiled unamused. “And you would be?”

Clearly James didn’t like that reply because it seemed he knew exactly who Jimin was now that he’d confirmed his suspicions. “Oh, that’s sad you don’t remember me. A freak like you is supposed to be smart.”

“Clearly you aren’t.” Jimin huffed with an annoyed laugh. He went to leave before anything happened, but of course James wasn’t on the same wavelength.

Pressing a hand on Jimin’s shoulder to hold him back, James continued his stupid confrontation. “I have eyes and ears all over this town, freak. Better watch your back.”

At this Jimin did laugh and he turned to look at the idiot wondering how bullies like this never managed to grow up. “Whatever you say.” He pushed past him and bumped his shoulder doing his best not to get upset. He couldn’t afford to hurt others nor threaten the relationship he had with you. He walked briskly to the check out, breathing in through his nose and out of his mouth. He could still feel eyes on him, but he ignored them and quickly jumped into his vehicle and away from the store.

Instinct had him looking in the rearview mirror but thankfully no one followed him. He took a detour anyway…. just to be sure. When he finally made it home, he grabbed his groceries from the back of his vehicle with a bit too much force and grumbled his way into the tent where he had a mini fridge. The fright he received at seeing you sitting on his cot waiting was unexpected and some of the items within his dwelling shot up to the top of the tent and then came crashing down around you.

“Holy fuck! Y/n…I wasn’t expecting you. I’m so sorry.”

You were still scrunched up in a protective position and when you heard Jimin’s voice, you released your body and cracked open an eye. “It’s…okayyy I should’ve told you.”

Jimin was at your feet immediately. He enveloped you in a hug and then kissed all over your face. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He repeated as he kissed and pecked at your face until giggles erupted from you.

“Okay!!! You’re forgiven!”

Satisfied that you really were okay, Jimin offered you a gentle smile and jumped back up. He continued with his apologies while putting away the few items he bought at the grocery store. “Thank God or else I would've been forced to beg.”

“What’s so wrong with that?” You teased and watched how his entire back tensed. Completely stopping what he was doing, he glanced over his shoulder to look right at you— but there was something different in his eyes.

“You want me to beg?” He turned fully this time, leaning slightly against the table behind him. It wasn’t doing a very good job of holding him up, what with his knees already threatening to buckle under your stare.

“Would that be so bad?” You stood up slowly, hands clasped behind you and a wicked smirk spread across your lips.

Your words were taking him out, the fact that it’s been weeks of constant flirting and edging driving him up the wall. He didn’t dare ask for you to get him off again because he didn’t really know how to bring the subject up. It was embarrassing to seem so desperate so he just followed your lead. What he didn’t know was that you wanted him to take the lead first.

“I don’t know. I don’t mind…I mean…is that what you want?”

Jimin was so perked up and almost on the verge of dropping down to his knees before you. It was so fun seeing a man so willing and faithful. His eyes were large and he looked so desperate and curious. You almost felt bad.

You decided to close in, the proximity making you feel hotter. Yet you weren’t sure whether it was the temperature or Jimin. It was probably both.

“What does Jimin want?” Your lips ghosted his as you spoke, and you felt Jimin’s breath tickling your own. He was incredibly easy to read, the way his eyes slitted and body shook. It was bad the way you enjoyed this, giving him the attention you know he’s lacked for so long. If you could mend his heart, fill his void and satisfy his need for affection, you’d gladly do it. There was something special about Jimin, you’ve always known this.

You waited a moment, giving him time to reply, but his tongue was tied and he tripped over his words. “I—what do I want? Um…”

Mercy was what made you delve in and kiss him—how could you not have mercy?

It was the way Jimin’s lips begged to be kissed, the way his breathing became more rapid…the way the room always became hotter when he was turned on that made you want to give in to him.

“Baby,” you said between kisses, “do you want this? I don’t want to push you. Can you handle this?”

Jimin knew why you were asking, knew that it was possible he could lose control, but he was already pressing into you, pushing you back with his body as your mouths crashed against each other haphazardly. He didn’t have time to consider anything else. He wanted you. He walked you back and you both ended up almost toppling the tent over. “I do want this..I cannnn.”

Jimin had his hands on your hips, thumbs brushing under your shirt and teasing the bit of skin underneath. It was you that felt breathless now wondering how on earth Jimin became such a quick learner.

“You’re…absolutely sure?” You asked breathlessly, choking back a sob when he squeezed the flesh of your ass unexpectedly.

“I am.” He nipped at your bottom lip and then tugged it between his teeth before tilting his head to take the kiss deeper. Somehow you both ended up on the floor, the groceries forgotten. Jimin's hands were snaking up your shirt, softly running his fingertips over your skin and tickling you slightly. He’d been waiting for this for weeks and after doing a little research about how things went down, he felt pretty confident he could handle it.

And he really was doing incredibly well until your hand fit itself between your bodies and landed on his hardened length. A choked sob escaped him the minute he felt you stroking him through the thickness of his jeans and then it simply wasn’t enough. “Pleaseee touch meee..” he whined.

“I am,” you mocked teasingly, a smirk tugging at your lips. Your breaths were being swallowed by his mouth and he barely let you speak until he found himself unable to hold back his pleas. “Not enough...I want more..” His hips rolled against your hand desperately begging for your touch. You’ve had many steamy make-out sessions like this before, but this time he seemed to be more pained, as if he would die if you didn’t give him what he needed. And how could you deny him?

“You want me to touch you?”

You knew it was cruel to tease him, but the intimidating look you pulled from him and the clear frustration written on his furrowed brows was worth it when he finally gave in.

“I’m begging you…” Jimin cried out miserably.

His gravelly voice sent a fire to the pit of your belly and you could no longer hold back. “Unbutton your pants for me, Jimin.” You commanded and he immediately did as he was told. Angling your kiss, you swallowed his moans the moment your hand slipped past the band of his underwear. Jimin’s stomach went taut and he held his breath.

“Breathe, baby. You like this so much, don’t you?”

Jimin could barely speak, the softness of your hand on his hard and hot cock rendering him speechless. He arched his back, neck stretched beautifully and mouth hanging open spewing so many nasty swears it made you chuckle. As innocent as he was, his mouth was incredibly filthy. You watched his face strain and hips buck chasing your hand desperately almost like he wasn’t in control of himself. Sweat dripped over his temple and then he looked at you. What you saw in his eyes was raw need and you wanted nothing but to bring him all the pleasure in the world. His lips formed an o and his head dropped back when you squeezed at the base and then jerked him faster. You’d bever seen a more pretty expression—he was beautiful and he was all yours.

“Down, baby. Let me make it all better.”

He looked at you then, eyes glazed over and relieved that you were finally giving him what he wanted. So far it’s been even better than he imagined and he was ready for more. Soon both of you were completely naked and lying on top of whatever blankets Jimin had pulled from his cot. Hands were flying everywhere and your bodies were completely drenched in sweat. The room was scorching and Jimin knew it was due to his inability to control himself, but it was a little hard to focus on that right now with the way your body rolled over his. He was suddenly on top of you, sliding his cock along your folds in a way you never taught him and you bit back a smirk at his boldness.

“You’re dirty.”

“Only for you.” He replied all too quickly.

His hands squeezed the flesh of your breasts and flicked over your nipples amazed at how they responded to his touch. The sheen of sweat over your bodies made it easy for his hands to slide everywhere and he couldn’t get enough. He was just about to press himself into you when you stopped him, gripping his hips tightly, a moan about to escape you.

“J-Jimin…we need a condom…”

Condoms? Condoms? Right! He had those!

Reaching over to the small container near his cot, he flung the lid back and busied his hands looking for the box of condoms he’d just purchased a week ago in hopes that he’d get to use them. It was finally going to happen. He wanted to open the box and get right to things, but your lips and body were pulling his attention and he really couldn’t get that damned box open.

Thankfully you had some wits about you, snatching the box from his hand and quickly finding a condom. “You're absolutely sure about this?”

Jimin knew why you were asking. He was about to give you his virginity and because you were who you were, it was expected you’d pause to ask him over and over if everything was okay.

“I’ve been fucking sure about this since the night I came in my pants.”

His response should have been shocking, but somehow the nasty way he said had you choking on your own spit. “That’s disgusting, baby.”

“I know.” The corner of Jimin’s lip quirks up and his hands slide up to pin your wrists above your head. “And you like it.”

“I do..I like it a lo–” You're interrupted by the feeling of Jimin’s cock sliding against your folds. One of his hands releases your wrists coming down to help guide himself into your entrance, and the moment he presses in you both release a gasp. Your back arches and head falls back at the sting of the stretch. Inch by inch he works himself inside until he is fully settled. He doesn’t dare move, and the way you’re clenching him isn’t helping. His teeth find your shoulder and he bites down.

“Fuck…fuck…” Jimin panics, the desire to lose himself wanting to take over. “Tell me to breathe…” He moans against the shell of your ear but you don’t respond to his plea. Instead you move your hips urging him to start. His bite returns to your shoulder and you hiss.

“Jimin…fuck me…please move…”

You wrap a hand behind his neck and pull him back to find his eyes. “You have to move, Jimin, pleassse.” Your voice is broken and you wished you had better advice at the moment knowing that Jimin needed it, but once his hips began to move, you were not worried about him at all. You could feel him struggle to control himself, his groans filling your ears now that his face was buried in your neck. His hands were at your sides, fisting the sheets and sliding back and forth with every thrust he delivered. You wrapped your legs around him tightly, fingernails digging at his back and body rolling in time with his thrusts. It was perfect and Jimin quickly learned what felt good for you and what felt good for him.

The space you were in was now searing, so much so that it felt like you would melt. Jimin continued his movement, feverish in his pace and already so close to losing himself. You felt so good under him and his mind turned completely primal. He locked his thighs below yours and opened you up wider. Pressing his knees into the ground below him to use as leverage, Jimin snapped his hips into you desperately. You pulled him into a kiss, muffling each other’s cry, letting Jimin swallow every drop of pleasure that escaped your lips.

“I never thought this would feel so good…that you felt so good…I only want you…forever.”

Jimin’s orgasm catches him off guard before he can slow himself down. You feel his body tense as he cums and you cum right along with him. You pull Jimin down to lock him into a sloppy kiss waiting for the remaining tremors of your orgasm to subside. Once you both return to earth, Jimin drops his full weight on top of you and you giggle. “Good?”

“Good.” Jimin responds, his lifeless body laying on top of you stealing your breath away.

“Jimin, you can’t put your weight on me like this. I can’t breathe.” You chuckle lightly and immediately Jimin rolls off.

“I’m so sorry.” He smiles and checks in on you to make sure you are okay and then settles himself into the crook of your neck. His hand lies unmoving on your stomach, the occasional twitch letting you know he was still alive.

You couldn’t help but to stifle a laugh at how cute he was. This must’ve really been an experience for him. Realizing that he wasn’t going to wake up any time soon, you get up and clean yourself as best you can with the supplies Jimin has in his tent. While at the wash bin, you start thinking about how all of this came to be. If Jimin hadn’t come back into town you would never have seen him again. The thought scares you, the knowledge that there were still bad people out there that wanted to hurt him not far from your mind.

When you were done, you crept back to Jimin’s side and covered the both of you with a big warm blanket. Jimin was still naked, but somehow he managed to remove his condom. This was the first time you’d be staying with him and the truth was, you were too tired to leave anyway. Snuggling into his side, you kissed his lips once and then fell into the most relaxed sleep you've ever had.

The next morning you woke up first, body sated and completely relaxed. You almost forgot you were sleeping on the floor next to Jimin because in truth you felt like you’d slept on a cloud. Beside you Jimin lay absolutely still, hands tucked under his cheeks and lips plump from sleep. You kissed his forehead and brushed a stray hair away from his eyes. That simple touch made him twitch and then his eyes fluttered open.

“Morning.”

“Good morning.” Jimin greeted in a sleepy voice. He stretched out beside you and then rolled himself over so that he was now hovering over your body. His arms held him up but his legs straddled your hips causing the blankets to lock you in place.

His eyes were still puffy but he somehow managed to give you a mischievous glare. “I’m hungry.”

“I bet you are. Didn’t you go shopping yesterday?”

Jimin didn’t think your sass was funny at all. “Actually, I’m not hungry for food.”

“Well what are you hungry for?” You reached up and ran a finger over his bottom lip and then brought it to your lips kissing it. “Yummy.” You teased.

Pretending to laugh, Jimin rolled his eyes and grabbed your wrists. Pinning them next to your head, he lowered himself into your neck and began sucking. You groaned and bit back a moan, the sweet pleasure and pain causing an ache to stir between your thighs.

“Jimin, you have work.”

“I do.” He mumbled, your skin keeping his lips too busy to speak clearly. “I am working.”

You wanted to laugh but the knee he pressed against your cunt stole your voice. Neck arched and mouth open, a whimper hanging on your lips, you rolled your heat over the hardness of it and Jimin grinned, lips kissing the corner of your mouth.

“Remember how you made me cum? I wanna make you cum now.”

You didn’t even argue, already so embarrassingly close to coming undone. He released your arms, hands now focused on rolling your nipples between his fingers while the other nestled behind your neck. Jimin needed more access, and you offered up everything you could. The blanket between you was now shifted and all that was left was skin to skin contact. Heat radiated off of Jimin and the more you rubbed on his knee, your wetness coating his skin, the hotter he became.

“You’re all I ever want.”

His words had you floating and it didn’t take long for you to fall apart under his ministrations. “I love how you sound.” Jimin breathed against your neck, chuckling at the way your body trembled beneath him .

Coming back down took a little longer than expected because you were still tired from the night before, but Jimin waited patiently, a soft hand caressing your hip. He settled himself on the floor so that you were both face to face and stared straight into your soul. You couldn’t help but huff out at the extra attention you were getting.

“It’s rude to stare.” You teased.

“But I love watching you. You’re so beautiful…skin so soft…body so eager…I could watch you forever.”

Jimin’s voice held no deception and you reached out to run your fingers through his hair. “Kiss me then.”

“Gladly.”

His lips brushed over yours reverently, the attention to detail and knowledge of your body so raw that it tugged at your heartstrings. There was something about the way he transmitted his emotions that made you want to get lost in him forever. A powerful need to protect him suddenly came over you.

“I’m so happy you came back.”

“So am I. I wanted to tell you…” Jimin hesitated and you suddenly felt nervous.

“Tell me what?”

Jimin laid back, arms crossed behind his head. He was completely naked, and it was hard to focus but you did your best to bring your eyes to his. “Jimin. What’s wrong?”

You leaned over him, a hand rubbing over his chest and Jimin closed his eyes and released a sigh. “I saw James at the store yesterday. I think he remembers who I am.”

“What?!”

“Yeah, he was saying stupid stuff, but he called me a freak and I knew at that moment he remembered me. He didn’t say my name but I doubt he even knew it back then.”

“Jimin, what the fuck? Do you think he’ll be trouble for you?”

You were worried. Worried that not only could Jimin be in danger but that this could mean he would leave…and that meant leaving you.

“I don’t know yet, but I’m going to lay low as always. I’ll just go to work and stay here. No one will ever know.”

You glanced around the meager surroundings and realized that this was really no way for anyone to live. Jimin didn’t have a bathroom or a shower. He’d been living on the run for so long he’d gotten used to it. This didn’t sit well with you at all. And now on top of everything James was going to be an issue. Jimin didn’t deserve any of this.

“You could come live with me.” You blurted out.

Jimin turned his head in surprise but you kept on talking before he could say no. “I know I have nosy neighbors, but you could always come home when it’s dark and that way James will have no way of tracking you down to this place. I mean…admit it. This isn’t exactly safe. Anyone could show up and hurt you. What’s this tent going to do? You’d be safer at my place and we could be…together.” You shrugged your last word as if it was an obvious choice, but Jimin’s face didn’t match your expectation.

“Y/n, you know I can’t do that. You’d be in danger too. I couldn’t risk that.”

“Does it look like I care? I like you so much, Jimin. I couldn’t live with myself if I knew you were out here all by yourself. James is a real asshole and when he fixates on something he doesn’t know how to let it go. Please Jimin. Think about it?”

Jimin really wasn’t in agreement at all. Your idea was absolute madness and the fact that he’d lost his parents really wasn’t helping your argument. People died because of him, plain and simple. He couldn’t lose you too.

“I’ll think about it.” He only offered this solution because he knew it would placate you temporarily. Kissing you on the lips, he stood up and walked over to the wash bin. Grabbing a cloth he began washing himself, mind plagued with the current situation. He’d be lying if he didn’t like the idea of being with you all the time. It was incredibly tempting, but your life was more valuable to him than that.

While he was distracted in thought, your hands came around his waist, tiny kisses decorating his back, causing him to melt into you. His head fell back when your hand wrapped around his cock and just like that his worry was temporarily forgotten.

“Let me help with that,” you whispered against the heated skin of his back.

“Pleaseee.” Was all Jimin was able to reply before giving himself to you completely.

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He didn’t know how the hell he ended up here, but as he set down the last and final box he owned onto your bedroom floor, he huffed out his nose and turned to look at you.

“I still don’t think this is a good idea,” he complained. Placing his hands on his hips he stared at the floor wondering how he even let himself get convinced. He knew the answer obviously. After several weeks of you pleading and ensuring him that everything would work out, he couldn’t help but give in. This wasn’t a permanent solution, just a temporary trial, as you had said. Of course he wasn’t confident about this decision at all. There were so many things that could go wrong. The town was small enough for gossip to travel fast and he would hate himself if you ended up hurt because of him. It was true that this whole situation could end in catastrophe, but there was also another side.

Jimin was completely besotted.

It was something he couldn’t deny—and it didn’t help that the more time he spent with you, the more he wanted to be around you. Sometimes he’d sit in his tent sulking if you couldn’t make it to him. He hated these nights the most, the ache of missing you weighing so heavily upon him that he couldn't sleep. If anything, this move would benefit you both. Add on the fact that he would see your face every morning and night—yeah…it made sense to be here. At least this is what he told himself.

“Who’s gonna know? No one's gonna know.” You bring your arms up, elbows bent, and angle your wrists so they’re hanging lifeless in front of you. Your attempt at looking like a lurch wasn’t convincing but you still tiptoed over to Jimin. “Look how sneaky I am,” you giggled and Jimin wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you to him.

“So sneaky.” Brushing his lips against yours, Jimin hovers and waits.

“The sneakiest.” You agree, breath tickling his lips.

Before you could even process what he was about, Jimin drops to his knees and begins tickling you, attempting to disrobe you. “Let’s see how sneaky.”

“JIMIN! Stoppp!” You squeal, running away from him.

Suffice it to say the next few weeks were spent christening every room in the house. Some mornings were spent with Jimin lying on your stomach as you combed your fingers through his hair in silence and others were spent with him pressing your body against the wall, cock buried deep inside of you. You were both in heaven and no one had caught on to the fact that you had a new guest living with you.

When you weren’t together at the house, Jimin would hang out at the diner and wait for your shift to be over. Although Lisa started wondering why you were always so busy, and why you stopped inviting her over, you knew she had her suspicions. Thankfully she never pushed.

Incredibly, Jimin was at peace. There was nothing setting him off and being in your presence really helped calm him. Even though he’d shared so much with you already, he continued reminiscing about memories or events from the past and slowly but surely he felt like he was starting to heal. It was all too good to be true.

It was on a Saturday night, while cuddled together watching a movie, that the honeymoon was rudely interrupted. A loud knock on your door had you both sitting up, stress levels rising. You motioned for Jimin to remain quiet as you went to check who it was. James was standing on the other side of the door holding flowers and you rolled your eyes.

“It’s just James. I’ll get him to leave.” You whispered.

Gripping the cushion he was holding a little too tightly, Jimin waited on the couch. It took everything within him to stay right where he was at. Inside he was dying to get up and rush at the man who’s been nothing but disrespectful to you. Jimin was keeping a tally and James was already bordering on getting what was coming to him. Encountering that asshole never went well and Jimin was just praying for an excuse to offload on him.

When you opened the door, Jimin heard his voice, and immediately his heart rate increased. He wanted to respect your request for him to stay seated, but if that bastard made one wrong move….

“Why can’t I come in?” This was the point where Jimin heard James clearly and the tone he was using he didn’t like. Not even five minutes and this jerk was already getting on Jimin’s last nerve.

“You can’t. I’ve already told you before. There is nothing between us. I can’t take those flowers. Please leave.”

The door was tapped lightly and pushed, but you managed to push back. “Please leave,” you asked again. It didn’t take much time for Jimin to be at his feet right after. He was standing near the couch, but he was ready to take down this fucker the moment he overstepped.

Your actions, however, made James suspicious and he pressed forward again. “Is there someone in there with you?”

“That’s none of your business. Just go.” You tried to close the door on him again, but this time his foot stopped you. “What do you mean, none of my business?” He demanded, pushing his way inside. When he enters fully, James is met with Jimin whose stance makes it clear he isn't welcome. The air is suddenly balmy and the dim orange glow in Jimin’s eyes makes James falter, but only for a second.

“Well. Well. Well. Look who the fuck we have here. Really, Y.n.?” James turns to look at you in disgust. “Of all the people. Is that what you’re into now? Freaks?”

Jimin sneers and clenches his fist tightly. He can feel his nails digging into the flesh of his palms, but he’s trying to do whatever he can in order to keep calm. “She said leave.”

Your eyes flicker over to Jimin where you can see a haze outlining his form. The hairs on the back of your neck stand and once again you try to warn James. “I said get out, James. Don’t make me call the cops.”

James sneers at Jimin and then walks forward a bit, but the air around him is thick and a tiny drop of sweat beads down his temple. “Don’t bother. I just had to see for myself.” James spits at Jimin’s feet and turns to walk away. When he meets you at the door, he throws the flowers he brought to the ground and steps on them, pressing his heel against them in order to smear them all over your floor.

“You haven’t heard the last of me.”

Turning dramatically, James walks out the door attempting one glance back to see your reaction, but the instant he’s out of your space you slam the door closed. “Fuck!” You shout, tears threatening to spill. Biting your bottom lip, you look toward Jimin already expecting for him to say I told you so, but he rushes to your side bringing you into a tight hug.

“Shh. It’s okay,” he consoles, but you can’t help but feel the guilt claw at you from the inside. You suddenly feel bad for asking Jimin to come to your place when he had clearly shown hesitation. You should have known that Jimin would know better. The man has been running for years, yet here you were thinking you could solve everyone’s problem. What an idiot you were. Your home was no longer safe for him. “It’s not okay, Jimin. This is all my fault. Why can’t he just leave you alone?”

Jimin simply holds you, it’s all he can do. The things James said made it clear that he knew Jimin was staying here and it seemed like he wasn’t going to stop harassing them. The complication in all of this was that you and James had a past and jealousy was a bitch. And now that he knew of Jimin’s location, things could get severely complicated. James would return, of that he was sure because that’s just the way of narcissistic abusers.

The fault was actually Jimin’s. He’d been too sloppy thinking he could live a normal life. It was actually so ridiculous the way he allowed himself a fake perfect world. If his parents were alive they would be highly disappointed that he’d remained in this town for so long, but then, maybe that’s why they had decided to stop running too. They wanted to find peace, just as Jimin was trying to do, but that was stupid. He knew it was stupid and yet he felll for the same dream.

Idiot.

Biting back a sob, Jimin inhaled your scent and squeezed you tightly, absorbing the few remaining minutes he had to get lost in your presence. He knew what he had to do and there was no way he had to courage to express it. He didn’t trust himself. If he opened his mouth a crack, he might lose control and end up changing his mind.

No. He had to do this. After a few minutes Jimin lets you go and then turns toward the window. He pulls back the curtain slightly making sure that asshole is gone and then releases a frustrated sigh.

You watch his back and your chest feels tight. You know exactly what’s about to happen and there is nothing you can do to stop it. He had warned you about this. And it’s not like you didn’t know the consequences of getting into this relationship with him. Jimin had made it very clear that he never stayed anywhere for long. You step forward, a signal you hope will somehow reach Jimin and stop him from doing what he’s about to do, but he simply turns his head to the side without looking at you.

“Don’t.” He speaks before you can, but his voice is strained. It’s just one word, but it’s enough to feel like a thousand knives stabbing your heart at once.

“J–Jimin…” You choke on a sob and Jimin clenches his fists. He knows he should explain, should take his time and build up to his actions, but he can’t afford the luxury of human emotion nor of time.

“Please, don’t.”

Needing to touch him, you reach out to grab him, but he moves away. He starts up toward the bedroom where his belongings are stored inside of the closet you both share…the space that was supposed to symbolize the beginning of something new. His feet stomp the wooden floorboards above you and you stand there frozen as if time and destiny were playing a cruel joke on you. He comes down in minutes, his practiced exits and always being on the run coming in handy…except that right now you wish he wasn’t running.

“I’m sorry. I need to go for now. You understand? I can’t stay here.” He sounds a lot stronger now, but this facade has only been mastered due to the countless experiences of knowing how to detach himself; otherwise, how could he survive?

He reaches the door placing a hand on the doorknob with his back to you the entire time. He pauses, almost as if he’s waiting for you to say something, as if whatever you say would somehow make him stay. But he knows he can’t no matter how badly he wants to hear you call for him. What he wants doesn’t matter. It's just that no one has ever missed him before…cried for him…no one has ever wanted him this much.

As much as you want to call out to him, you can’t find your voice, hell, you can’t even find your breath. You feel like the air has been stolen from your lungs and there is a big lump sitting in your throat that won’t let you speak. He takes another step, slow in his decision to walk out, but you still say nothing. And just when you find the strength to speak, it’s too late. He walks out and closes the door. It’s at this moment that you fall to your knees and open your mouth wanting to let out a sob, but nothing comes out. Your hands wrap around your throat willing anything to come out…but your heart's too broken.

A few moments pass and then you hear his tires peel out, the gravel on the road kicking up a mess. Reaching the window, you grip the curtain tightly praying that the rod above supports your defeated form. Your stomach is twisting in knots, the agony of it causing you to bend over, the nausea creeping up fast. You can see from the position you're in that he doesn’t look back...not even a glance in his mirrors. He doesn’t even hesitate in his actions, and in a flash he’s gone out of your life…forever.

Jimin drives on deciding that if he stops to think about his actions even a little he won’t continue on his course. Ignoring the blinding pain of regret, Jimin maintains his speed until he is driving out of Asheville. Now that he knew you wouldn’t be in the reflection, he glances at the rearview mirror, just as he did when he was a child. Back then there really wasn’t anything anchoring him to this place, but this time, he was leaving behind everything, and that knowledge devastated him beyond measure. He shook his vision, flinging away the tears that were currently blinding his view. Gripping the steering wheel tighter, he presses into the gas wishing everything away. He can’t go back. It didn’t make sense to stay. Trouble brought more trouble.

He continues on, now on the major highway, driving to God knows where. He doesn’t really care where he goes, as long as it takes him far away from here. He had to leave, it was the only way, and it made sense for him to run…because running away was safe…it was self-preservation. He knew this, his parents knew this, and he hoped to God you knew this too. Whatever his feelings, they didn’t matter because he didn’t deserve you…he didn’t deserve anything.

Overwhelmed by his emotions, his mind begins playing tricks on him… flashes of hugs, kisses…your face… taking over his vision. His tears fall faster and he tells himself that it’s a lost cause, but the memory of the last time he cried like this returns to him…the way you held him…how you aided in healing the suffering he’d endured for so long. Was it really fair that he was abandoning you; when the entire time you never left his side? In the next moment he swears he can hear you calling out to him and the thin string that had been holding his sanity together snaps. He slams on the brakes and looks around, wondering if he’s gone crazy. The only thing he can see ahead is the beam of his headlights and complete darkness. There was no one. It was the dead of night and not a sound was heard. A tiny gust of wind picks up and the air around him becomes too heavy to breathe.

“It’s okay, Jimin. Just relax. Just breathe.” He chants to himself, but it doesn’t work this time. How could it? Nothing would ever work again without you. His fingers start to hurt, the grip he has on the steering wheel bringing an ache to his knuckles. He can’t stop crying, can’t breathe, and all he can think about is the fact that you are never going to be in his life again, and it was all his fault.

He closes his eyes and then opens them trying his best to calm down, but the only thing he can feel is anger radiating from inside of him. He’s furious, incredibly so, and there is only one person he could get rid of that would make all of this go away.

Jimin should stop himself when he turns the jeep and drives back to Ashville, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t tell himself that this is a big fucking mistake, doesn’t recognize that his anger is now beyond his control—NO….he doesn’t care about any of that. All he wanted was to be happy for once—to be loved…to have a life…just like his parents wanted for him.

BUT JAMES. FUCKING JAMES HAD TO RUIN EVERYTHING!

He smirks evilly as soon as he sees the sign leading him back toward his revenge. Within minutes he’s driving into the town in a frenzy, back wheels kicking up dirt as he weaves in and out of the community chaotically. He knows what this noise will cause and he hopes the attention he is seeking is a success.

Beeping his horn wildly, Jimin laughs maniacally when he sees people peeking out of windows and shutting their curtains as if they were afraid. And they should be. He knew all of these hypocrites well. Most of them were probably from the same families that had shunned his own family back when he was younger. They all knew each other and soon enough the one person he was looking for would be informed of Jimin’s behavior. Thankfully it didn’t take long. When Jimin pulls into another community, he sees a car flash high beams at him and he grins. Returning the flash, Jimin turns and drives out to a place he knew James would be familiar with—a place full of many memories—memories Jimin wants to erase forever.

…back to his old elementary school.

Jimin turns into the parking lot first and leads them to a location closest to the playground. Maybe James would get the hint, but it didn’t seem like he cared. The moment he allocates his vehicle in front of Jimin’s, he steps out of his car first attempting a show of bravery, but it’s painfully obvious to Jimin that James has no fucking idea what was coming. A bunch of goons pop out of the vehicle as well and Jimin cracks a nasty smile. It was comical watching all of that dumb energy come out of such a small vehicle. Typical of a bully to bring associates; Jimin expected nothing less from a coward.

“You’re a dumb motherfucker, freak.” James spits out, and the buffoons behind him laugh. Jimin smirks thinking they sound like a bunch of hyenas. He steps out of the vehicle and stands in front of his headlights, his features hidden in shadow due to the light behind him.

“My. Name. Is. Jimin.” He grits out, teeth clenched.

“I don’t give a fuck what your name is. You’re a freak!” James steps forward and pretends to intimidate Jimin, but Jimin doesn’t budge. “If you weren’t such a loser I wouldn’t have had to teach you a lesson all those years ago. Why did you even come back? Pussies like you run away and hide. Get the fuck out of my town.”

Jimin swears he can feel his blood boiling and it surprises him how calm James seems to be. The entire vicinity they are standing in has to be several degrees warmer and yet none of them show any signs of awareness. Perhaps it was time Jimin showed them what he held back all those years ago.

Unexpectedly a headlight on James’ vehicle explodes and they all scatter back confused about the random occurrence. They look to Jimin and watch as the lone man snaps his attention to the other light which also explodes. It takes them a minute, but they realize that this was not a random occurrence at all. The hooligans step back a bit, but James is adamant about maintaining his stance. He knew Jimin was weird and did weird things. His parents had told him how strange his family was. But he didn’t feel threatened because Jimin was smaller than him and obviously not a threat.

“I told my dad about you. He was surprised you even came back. Last time you were here people came looking for your weird mom and dad. Are you still running from the law, weirdo?” James stared down Jimin and his lip twitched into an evil smile when he saw Jimin flinch.

At first Jimin was able to ignore the taunting because in the end he was still going to give James what was coming to him, but now this fucker was bringing his dead family into things. “You don’t know shit about me.” Jimin spat, fists clenched at his sides, heart racing. He closed his eyes for a moment to think. The truth was that Jimin was afraid of completely letting go. He has never lost complete control of his powers and has always worked hard to tamper it down because he knew it was stronger than he was. He tried to ignore the anger creeping up his spine and the tingling of his fingers that just begged him to release the pent up energy that was spreading throughout his whole being. He only wished James wouldn’t have said the next thing he did.

“I know you killed your family. You’re a freak. That’s why you’re here alone. Freak!” The jerks that were now several feet away from Jimin began chanting the word along with James which only ignited a fury within Jimin.

“I didn’t kill THEM!” He screamed and then a loud crash boomed behind the guys. When they turned they saw a large truck flipped upside down and crushed on the pavement. It nearly missed James’ vehicle but of course that was on purpose. This definitely got their attention.

Slowly the others started backing away unsure of what exactly was happening. James, however, was stupider than the rest of them. He merely glanced over his shoulder at the crushed vehicle behind him and then turned to face Jimin slowly. “You think you can scare me? You’re nothing. That’s why Y/n will never want you. She belongs to me.” He watches as Jimin’s eyes start to glow, something he thought he might’ve seen before, but now standing this close he is certain there is a blaze growing within his pupil. And then Jimin lifts up his hands where a small fire ignites onto his palms. He holds them there, watching as James’ face shifts from confidence to fear.

“Tell me you didn’t touch her,” Jimin snarls, the displeasure obvious in his voice. He’s so angry he doesn’t know what to do, the feeling overpowering him to a point where he doesn’t even recognize his own voice.

James attempts another round of bravery, grinning now that he had Jimin right where he wanted him. Finding your prey's weak points was addicting, so he continued antagonizing Jimin, knowing exactly what to say to get a reaction. “I can touch what’s mine.”

Big mistake.

The air around Jimin whips up causing the dirt on the floor to rise into tiny tornadoes around them. The men in front of him notice, panicking. They step behind the crashed vehicle and hide. James stands his ground although his body begins swaying slightly with the force of the wind. He lifts up an arm to block the dirt from entering his eyes and trains his eyes back on Jimin. What he sees makes him regret everything.

Jimin is panting heavily, arms at his side, hands fisted and bleeding. All around him the wind picks up so much that Jimin’s hair is swirling around in a chaotic fury. A fire suddenly lights up and forms a ring around James, effectively blocking him from leaving. In a panic, James tries to run at Jimin, but Jimin lifts him up into the air and tosses him into a tree with his psychic abilities. The others were torn between abandoning their friend or attempting a fight. One of them pulls out a small knife and rushes Jimin. He doesn’t make it a few steps before the knife in his hand glows a fiery orange and burns his skin. The man screams and looks at his hand, the layers of skin now gone, only muscle peeking through. With dread filled eyes, he looks up at Jimin, but the old Jimin is no longer there. The only thing that exists now is rage. In the next instant, the man bursts into fire leaving the others to stare in disbelief as their friend turns into ashes.

Jimin cracks his neck and exhales before turning his attention to them. Another man pulls out a gun, probably assuming he’s safe at a distance, but only manages to shoot bullets that are immediately ricocheted. He watches in horror as Jimin laughs and then walks toward him with a face lacking in empathy. The bullets that landed on the ground were suddenly lifted up and turned to face the man. With a deadly glare, Jimin tips his head and then aims the bullets effectively hitting his target. As blood pools on the floor around him, Jimin continues forward, revenge fueling his purpose.

The last man standing runs just as Jimin’s attention is drawn toward James who’s still up in the tree shaking off the impact and trying to process what the hell has just happened. He didn’t even know his friends were basically dead. He looks around realizing he’s stuck and sees that there is fire everywhere. He doesn’t get a moment to regain his wits before Jimin lifts him out of the tree and then drops him to the ground. “Where the fuck is she?!” Jimin screams into his face watching as James chokes on his own blood, the feeling of Jimin’s scalding hands squeezing his throat tightly. He lifts him high above his own form and shakes him violently. “Tell me now or I’ll rip you apart!” There was no longer a rationale behind Jimin’s eyes. The vulnerable man that first showed up to this town was gone, replaced by the actual monster Jimin had fought so hard to contain. This time, however, he wanted to fight. He didn’t care about the repercussions because you were the only one he had and he was not going to lose someone else just because he was afraid. James convulsed as Jimin’s mind focused on squeezing parts of his body, and then a flame grew beneath his dangling body.

“She’s at the diner!” James cries out, beyond terrified of what Jimin would do to him if he didn’t answer. Satisfied, Jimin throws him back against his own car, chuckling low when he sees how the unconscious body leaves a dent on the hood.

Jumping back into his jeep, Jimin looks forward seeing how the lifeless body of the man he hated lay there barely breathing. It was unfair how he got to enjoy you all this time while all Jimin ever did was run from place to place without having one single relationship. “You never deserved her,” he mumbled before lighting the entire vehicle on fire. Reversing before the fire reached the gas tank, Jimin races to the diner, eyes focused ahead, unfazed when he hears the big explosion behind him. The only thing he was focused on now was getting to you.

The diner isn’t too far off, and already his heart is beating out of his chest at the prospect of getting to hold you once again. But the minute he’s within view of the building, he sees vehicles parked in the front that he knows all too well. It takes him a minute to decide what he was about to do, knowing you were possibly in danger of getting hurt. He could storm in and kill everyone, but he knew you wouldn’t like him very much if you saw him now. This was the side Jimin worked so hard to conceal, the side he knew no normal person would like. The side he knew would make you hate him. He couldn’t risk losing you. He’d made up his mind to be a better person the minute he decided to love you.

Love you…

That’s exactly what he felt—love. There was no way in hell he would let anything happen to you and he would raise literal hell to make sure you were never hurt.

He stops his vehicle near the entrance and steps out, body tensed and ready for battle. As he comes forward he can see armed soldiers standing behind cars, but this time Jimin is ready. They wouldn’t catch him by surprise…not the way they’d done to his parents. This time he’d make sure to look his parent’s killer right in the eyes. They were all fucking cowards, and unlucky for them, Jimin was pissed. He scans the area waiting to see if anyone would make the first move. He couldn’t see you and that made him panic more. Had James lied? But then out of the corner of his eye he sees you step out of the diner with a man holding a gun to your head.

You looked at Jimin, eyes filled with tears, and then closed them, too afraid to see what would happen. Sure Jimin had told you about his abilities, but having experienced a tiny bit of that power before, you knew he had yet to unravel his full potential, and that terrified you. With eyes shut tight, you felt what was happening without having to see, knowing full well Jimin was responsible for the chaos you were hearing all around. Cracking your eyes open, you searched for the man that had come back for you, the man that you thought was forever gone out of your life. Seeing him there in front of you, with an anger you’d never experienced before, you realized things were not going to go well.

“Jimin, help me…” you cried pathetically and the man beside you shook you angrily. “Keep quiet,” he demanded, making Jimin even more enraged. The fact that any man would dare touch you…hurt you…

The air around Jimin began to whip around…winding around him, starting at the ground and then filling the space around him like a windstorm. He closed his eyes and when he opened them back up, he was no longer himself. His pupils were dilated, the color entirely yellow with orange and red flecks. His breathing was labored and the men surrounding the diner began to panic. They heard of Jimin’s abilities but had yet to see it for themselves. A flame suddenly lit up behind Jimin and he stepped forward.

“Stop right there!” The man holding the gun to your head ordered, but Jimin heard nothing. He noticed how the man’s hand was shaking so hard that the gun at your head rattled, but that wasn’t what caught his attention. A memory Jimin had long forgotten hit him like a speeding train. The voice he was hearing was familiar and then he realized that that voice belonged to the man who called out to Jimin on the day his parents were murdered. He remembers hearing it in the woods trying to lure his younger self in sweetly, but Jimin had run…run far far away…not looking back once, and thanks to his parents' back up plan, he managed to escape.

It was almost cathartic seeing him face to face, almost like he was finally putting together the puzzle pieces that had been missing for years. Jimin took another step almost in a trance. He was both overcome with the desire to destroy this man but also the strong urge to have the one question that had plagued his entire lifetime answered…

Why?

“It was you,” Jimin whispered in disbelief, and the man’s face turned pale.

“I’m not here to fight, Jimin. Just come with us and we can stop all of this.”

For a moment Jimin thought that maybe he should listen to this man and give himself up. All of this was happening merely because of his existence, and if he hadn’t come to this town, none of this would have happened. But then he heard you whimper, and his eyes flickered back to you. In a flash the entire reason why he came back here became crystal clear.

The man realized Jimin’s expression had changed, so he pressed the gun against your temple harder and tried to negotiate once more. “We can work this out, Jimin.”

The way the man said his name left a bitter taste on his tongue. Setting his blazing eyes back on his target, Jimin was beyond negotiation “Let. Her. Go.”

Giving a signal with his eyes, the man directed his henchmen to flank Jimin, and suddenly they surrounded him. Jimin could hear the sounds of a propeller and then a helicopter was above him flashing a strong beam of light blinding him.

“Let’s talk. We’re only here for you. I’ll let the girl go if you come with us. You’re too dangerous. You belong to the military.” The man shouted over the sound of the whirling blades above him. He hoped to knock some sense into Jimin, but of course, just like his parents, Jimin was stubborn.

“I belong to no one.” Jimin gritted out. His entire body was tense and as much as he wanted to blow up everything around him, you were still within range of destruction. He heard you whimper when the man began dragging you forward, the gun at your temple pressed even harder. The helicopter above him was overwhelming his senses, and the closer everyone got, the more crazed he felt. Looking up, he caused the helicopter to lose control, and then a huge ball of fire coming from the opposite side made a direct hit. The helicopter was slammed into the field next to the diner causing a massive explosion making all the men scramble.

Realizing he wasn’t going to get Jimin to do what he wanted, the man decided to appeal to Jimin’s humanity—at least he hoped there was still some left inside of him. “You know you can’t stay here, Jimin. Look at what you’ve done. You’re lucky we got here when we did. You could’ve hurt a lot more people.”

This revelation made Jimin think because how did they even know where he was? He was more curious than anything about that. How were they always one step ahead of him?

“How did you find me?”

Glad he was able to distract Jimin, the man continued to talk with Jimin, hoping that the longer he talked the more time he had to convince him. He revealed how James has a father in the military and putting it all together, Jimin realized that he’d been right about James all along. He was a coward. Lost in thought, he didn’t notice when a man behind him switched positions.

“Jimin! Behind you!” You cried out in warning and Jimin quickly turned to find that they were all creeping in closer. If they thought Jimin would go down without a fight, they were severely mistaken.

Cracking a sadistic smirk, Jimin lowered his head slightly and looked at the man with dark eyes. “I think we’re done talking.”

He stepped back and once again his breathing escalated. Turning to face his enemies, he flicked his hands left and right causing hellfire to rain down upon every individual he could find. The men ran to and fro, some screaming and attempting to turn off the fires, but Jimin stepped closer and with a swipe of his hand flew several vehicles across the lot successfully killing most of them.

You screamed and it distracted Jimin for a moment. He heard the shot before he was ready for it, and it pierced his arm. The soldier responsible was hiding by the corner of the building, and when he attempted to shoot again, Jimin stopped the bullets midair and redirected them toward a nearby vehicle causing a huge explosion. The force of the blast caused the soldier to be thrown across the lawn.

The negotiator who should have taken Jimin seriously was suddenly nervous. He’d been standing by a door he was using as cover as he watched Jimin destroy his entire armada. “Jimin, if you come with us we won’t hurt you!”

LIES! ALL LIES!

“Just like you didn’t hurt my parents?!”

At first Jimin was too afraid that a bullet would slip from the gun being held at your head, but he was just too fucking angry now. Not to mention, the way you cowered in the man’s grip was more than he could take. If anyone tried to take you from him he’d burn the entire world down. He walked forward tossing whoever dared stop him out of the way. When he was several feet away from you, Jimin locked eyes with his enemy and took control of the gun. Using his psychic energy, he forced it away from your head and twisted the man’s hand so that the gun was pointed directly at himself.

You fell to the ground now that the man’s hands were under Jimin’s control, and seeing what Jimin was about to do, you screamed. “Jimin, no!” This was too much… too far. Jimin was already going to have to deal with all the deaths he was responsible for, and for him to kill someone without remorse with a look of pleasure in his eyes was too much for you. He would never recover from this. Who knows what he’s already done with James?

Jimin watched you fall, torn between his family’s murderer and helping you. You were shaking uncontrollably, crying so hard he could barely keep it together, but he knew. He closed his eyes for a moment needing to think. Don’t do it, Jimin. Breathe, Jimin—his parent’s voices rang in his head, and overcome by his emotions, he fell to his knees and wept.

During Jimin’s moment of weakness, the man took the opportunity to shift his body away from the gun and aimed it at Jimin. Before he could shoot, you screamed a blood curdling scream which caused Jimin to move just in time. Finally done with all the bullshit, Jimin realized this torment would never end. This has to end now. Eyes on the man, he lifted him up into the air and then tossed him into a nearby field where he then brought a fireball down upon his unconscious body. Within seconds the man was completely obliterated.

Without looking up, you knew what had happened, and this time you didn’t feel conflicted. You knew what Jimin did had to be done or else he’d be dead right now. Running up to him, you embraced Jimin tightly and then fell to the ground with him. The world suddenly became silent as you both laid there holding each other until your hearts slowed to a normal rhythm. There were some voices nearby from the people in the community coming out to see what the hell had just happened and soon police sirens could be heard far off in the distance. There wasn’t much time.

“We have to go.” Jimin voiced, entirely too exhausted to explain more. You nodded, not needing him to say anything at all. Both of you ran to Jimin’s jeep and he immediately reversed out of the area and back to his camp where you both silently packed what you could. Right after, Jimin drove you to your own home where you grabbed a few important items. Before the police could make it into the town, the jeep was turning out of Asheville, and roaring straight onto the highway.

Unsaid words hung between you as he drove on, and you dared a glance in his direction. Eyes locking, you both looked at each other, love hovering between you, lost in the comfort of this moment in the midst of chaos. The sirens continued in the background, much closer now and visible in the rearview mirror. You both held your breath as you watched them turn toward the town, finally able to release a sigh of relief when you could see nothing else behind you.

Grabbing Jimin’s hand, you brought it to your lips and kissed in between his knuckles. You were crying, crying because whatever was going to happen now was going to happen between you and Jimin only—and no one else would come between that anymore.

“We have to take care of this wound.” You reminded him gently, but he was too hopped up on adrenaline to even notice.

“Yeah we do.” He chuckled.

When you both felt like you’d gotten far enough away, Jimin pulled over to let you dress his wound. Luckily it wasn’t as deep as it had appeared. Afterward, Jimin drove through the night, but this time he wasn’t alone. Your presence was enough to make him feel like everything was going to be alright. By the time morning rolled around, you and Jimin arrived at an airport several cities away. Successfully booking a flight, you and he were on a flight leading you toward a new future. Although Jimin didn’t know what that future would hold, he knew that he’d found what he needed in you, and with that he knew he could conquer anything. If there were more threats ahead, Jimin didn’t care. He finally learned his power was greater than those that threatened him. His parents tried to protect him so that he wouldn’t carry the burden of his abilities on his shoulders, but in the end, that seemed to be the only way. Embracing his burden was the only way he’d been able to escape, and in truth, he was much stronger than those that sought him.

Maybe someday he’d go back and investigate the harassment from the agency on the other innocent victims. There had to be more bad people out there, but also, maybe there were others out there just like him. Everything would come together in time. For now, he simply held your hand and smiled when you pulled your gaze from the airplane window to look at him.

“I’ve never flown on a plane before.”

“Neither have I.” Jimin smiled and then kissed you softly. “But then again, this wouldn’t be the first time I experience new things with you.” He winked at you and it was your turn to smile.

“Then let’s continue to experience new things together.”

“Gladly.” Jimin replied with a look that spoke volumes.

“I love you, Jimin.”

Jimin’s breath hitched at your confession, but he’d already known all along that he felt the same way about you. “I love you, too.”

Laying your head on his shoulder, you sighed and closed your eyes. Jimin felt like he was on cloud nine simply being in your presence. Finally, the peace he’d been looking for all along had come to him and he’d make sure no one took that from him ever again.

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That’s all she wrote! I hope you all enjoyed this story and know that I have enjoyed my time here writing all of my stories. It’s time for me to step back from this blog in regards to writing, but I will be here anytime to answer asks and such. I love you all!

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suddenlybambi · 11 months

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as long as you stay here [5] ♥ kyle broflovski

pairing : kyle broflovski x reader

college AU - 18+

tags : strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst, alcohol, afab reader, she/her pronouns, eventual smut

words : 2.6k

chapter 5

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a/n - hnngghhh i wasn't going to post a chapter every day because i wanted to have a backlog of chapters just in case but i love seeing y'all react to alaysh and i have 0 self control so... chapter 5 baybeee

Y/N was halfway through her 8-hour shift by the time she managed to stop for a break to check her phone again without Jay spotting her and dragging her back out to the front of the diner. Anxiety had been eating her up, wondering if Kyle had messaged her back and how he had reacted to it. She wasn’t sure if she was relieved or more nervous when she saw that she had a notification from him. Trying not to overthink it more than she already had been, which was nearly impossible as she had greatly overthought it, she opened the message.

kyle 📗 : Hey! No worries!

kyle 📗 : I completely get it. I still grab Stan’s hand to cross the road because I used to do that for my little brother 😅

Just like that, all of Y/N’s nerves that had been building up for 4 hours dissipated in an instant. Kyle didn’t think she was a complete weirdo. Or, at least, he didn’t openly say it to her, which was good enough. Most people thought of her as a little weird anyway.

y/n 💕 : thank god 😭

y/n 💕 : Wendy does that to me, but she’s an only child so she has no excuse!

y/n 💕 : really sorry for the late response, work has been chaos - I can’t wait to get out of here

Y/N didn’t expect Kyle to respond instantly, but she was happy he did, as it gave her something to do on her 5-minute break besides scroll Twitter until she got annoyed at some piss-poor take and close it again, only to open it a second later and repeat the process.

kyle 📗 : What time do you finish?

y/n 💕 : not until 10pm so I have another 4 hours

kyle 📗 : Is Bebe going to pick you up?

y/n 💕 : nah, I usually walk it - its only 20 minutes

y/n 💕 : or I get an Uber if its raining but I try not to do that too often as they can get pricey at that time

kyle 📗 : I don’t want to sound rude, but isn’t that area known for being a bit dangerous at night?

y/n 💕 : I guess it’s not great, but it could be worse?

y/n 💕 : only two homicides in the past year!

y/n 💕 : I have my pepper spray and a mean high-kick!

kyle 📗 : I’ll come and get you at 10pm to take you home.

kyle 📗 : to your house that is

kyle 📗 : not mine

kyle 📗 : sorry that came out wrong

kyle 📗 : You can come back to mine if you want, but I figured you’d rather go back to yours.

Y/N couldn’t stop herself from giggling at her phone as Kyle’s texts came through in the space of seconds. He texted so formally until he was panicking, and then the punctuation and capitalised letters were dropped.

y/n 💕 : that would be great, thank you, but I don’t want you staying up late on account of me

y/n 💕 : gotten this far without being the third homicide 😅

kyle 📗 : My first lecture isn’t until 11am tomorrow, so I don’t need to be up early.

kyle 📗 : I don’t usually get to sleep until late anyway.

y/n 💕 : I have to get back to serving customers before my boss catches me

y/n 💕 : thank you so much, I really owe you one! I’ll see you later

The rest of Y/N’s shift seemed to pass by a lot faster than the first half, aside from one incident with a very disgruntled man who had to eventually be kicked out by Doris.

“I’ll finish cleaning that, hun,” Doris grabbed the cloth from Y/N’s hands and pointed over at the window. “Your boyfriend is outside waiting for you. Has been for five minutes.” Y/N’s head perked up as she saw Kyle’s car.

“He’s not my-” She started to protest, but Doris waved her hands dismissively.

“Yeah, yeah!” She scoffed, gently pushing Y/N towards the breakroom so she could grab her bag. “Jay packed up two lots of food for you earlier. Don’t forget to grab it on your way out.”

“How did you know he’d be picking me up?” Y/N asked once she had grabbed her bag and the two take-out boxes full of fries.

“You’ve had that dopey smile on your face all evening,” Doris shook her head as though it were perfectly obvious. “Don’t keep him waiting then.” She quite literally pushed Y/N out of the door, locking it behind her so she couldn’t get back in and complain about it. With a roll of her eyes, she made her way over to where Kyle was leaning against his car, looking at his phone.

“Hey, stranger,” She laughed, catching his attention. He looked up and smiled as he saw her. The flickering light that barely illuminated the car park caused his red hair to almost glow. “Long time no see!”

“You’ve changed so much, I almost didn’t recognise you!” Kyle played along with the joke, opening the door for Y/N. She was warmed by the polite action.

“Ah, yes,” She chuckled once he’d gotten into the driver’s seat. “That would be the grease, sweat, and humidity causing my hair to defy gravity.”

“Ha! Mine doesn’t need any of that!” Kyle gestured at his curly red hair, running a hand through it to make it stick up. Y/N watched as it stuck in the same position when he moved his hand away. “What have you got?” He nodded over at the two boxes of take-out in her hands while trying to smooth his hair back into a presentable shape.

“What have we got?” She corrected, passing him one of the boxes. “Probably just fries. Nowhere near as good as the ones from the place Kenny works, but they hit the spot after being on your feet for 8 hours,” She opened her box to confirm that, yes, it was just full of fries. “You don’t have to eat them if you don’t want them. Doris insisted on me bringing them for you.”

“And here I was thinking you had done it out of the kindness of your heart,” Kyle teased, his smile betraying his seriousness. “I’m actually starving. I forgot to stop to eat after taking Stan and Wendy home. I just shut myself in my room all evening so they couldn’t complain to me about how hungover they were and ask me to do things for them.”

“Cheers!” Y/N held up one of the fries, Kyle did the same, and they tapped them together, eating them in unison.

“Oh… wow…” He looked down at the box of fries, eating a couple more. “These are…”

“Terrible, right?” She laughed, eating her own at an alarming rate.

“Yeah… Why can’t I stop eating them?”

“Because they are the best worst fries you’ll ever have!”

“So, how was work?” Kyle asked.

“It was pretty average,” Y/N shrugged. “Except for this one asshole of a customer.”

“What happened?”

“Okay, so,” She shuffled to get herself comfortable before she started giving the rundown of the situation. “I asked him what he wanted, and he said ‘egg’. That’s it, nothing else, just ‘egg’. So I was like, cool, sure, how do you want your egg? And he said ‘normal’.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“Exactly! So obviously, I asked him what he meant by that, and he said ‘normal egg’ again, and I was trying to explain to him that just repeating the words wouldn’t make me understand them, but he kept on insisting that he just wanted ‘normal egg with absolutely nothing else’.”

“So what did you do?”

“I went to the kitchen and got an uncooked egg and just placed it in front of him.”

“How did he react?”

“He lost it! Doris wanted to kick him out there and then, but I couldn’t let him leave without knowing what the fuck ‘normal egg’ was to him. I was asking him to describe it, and he just kept on repeating that he wanted ‘normal egg’ until, eventually, he pointed at another guy’s plate and said that, obviously, that’s what he meant. Guess what he wanted.”

“Oh no… what did he want?”

“An omelette! You know, that thing where the egg is just one part of it, and you add a bunch of other shit to it? And he looked at me like I was stupid because I didn’t understand that a ‘normal egg with absolutely nothing else’ clearly meant that he wanted an omelette with ham, chicken, cheese, and pepper!”

“Did he get his omelette in the end?” Kyle was laughing as the story went on, seeming to be genuinely interested in it. It made a nice change from when Bebe would pretend to listen to Y/N’s work stories so she could have a turn talking about what she did in her day.

“Made him wait 20 minutes thinking he’ll get his stupid ‘normal egg’ until Doris kicked him out,” Y/N snorted at the memory of how furious the man looked, announcing he would be leaving a terrible review of the place. “I’m just glad he didn’t wait to jump me outside after my shift.”

“Has that ever happened?” Kyle’s smile dropped in a split second, suddenly incredibly concerned. “Has someone tried to attack you after work?”

“Once!” She admitted. “But it was just some scrawny drunk asshole who could barely stand, let alone throw a punch. He fell over after one swing, and I kicked him in the balls for good measure.”

“Send me your work schedule,” He requested, tapping his phone, which had been resting on the dashboard.

“Why?” Y/N laughed softly. “What are you going to do? Are you gonna escort me to and from work each shift to make sure I stay out of trouble?”

“Yes,” She had been joking, but Kyle seemed very serious.

“It’s not a big deal, really,” She sighed. “I’ve been working this job since I moved here. Incidents like that are few and far between.”

“If you won’t tell me, I’ll just ask Bebe and Wendy for it,” He shrugged. “You shouldn’t have to risk being jumped by a pissed-off customer while walking home late at night.” Y/N could sense that she wasn’t going to win this fight.

“Yes, sir,” She sighed dramatically, not noticing how red Kyle’s face turned at the title. She patted his thigh. “Come on, are you gonna take me home, or were you planning on sitting in your car together all night?”

Sitting in her lecture with nothing but pure fury in her eyes, Y/N pulled her phone out and opened up her messages.

y/n 💕 : did you forget that I sit behind you?

y/n 💕 : those chips have a label with my name on it

y/n 💕 : this is an english class and you can’t even read

y/n 💕 : explain yourself

clyde 🕹 : i thought the label was a joke lol 😅

y/n 💕 : you’re the fucking joke here

clyde 🕹 : i’ll buy you some more chill out 🙄

y/n 💕 : this is strike two

clyde 🕹 : what?

clyde 🕹 : what was strike 1?

y/n 💕 : walking around the apartment naked

y/n 💕 : which you have done four times so you’re lucky I’m only counting it as one

clyde 🕹 : do you want the chips back?

y/n 💕 : after your grubby hands have been in the packet rubbing against them?

y/n 💕 : hard pass dude

Clyde turned his head to look at Y/N as she sat behind him in the lecture. She flipped him the middle finger, and he rolled his eyes. Over the two and a half weeks that Clyde had been living in the apartment, the two had developed a relationship akin to siblings, where they would bicker one second, and then it was like everything was fine, and they had never argued the next. Y/N had even surprised herself by willingly spending time with him on multiple occasions when she didn’t have to.

“Are we getting food after this?” Y/N bent down to ask him as their lecture finished and the other students started to pack up.

“You won’t take the chips because my hands have touched them, but you still expect me to drive you around?” Clyde scoffed at her, leaning back in his seat so his head rested against the back of the desk Y/N had been working on. “Don’t you have a shift at the diner?”

“Shitttt,” She groaned, closing her eyes in disappointment. “Can you drop me off at home, please? I don’t have my uniform.”

“Sorry, babe, I’ve got plans with Craig, Tweek, and Tolkien,” He shrugged, giving her a half-hearted empathetic smile. Y/N had gotten to know the other people from South Park during Clyde’s stay at the apartment. She got along with them decently well, but no one compared to how close she had become with Kyle. They studied together almost every day, and he had insisted on following through with his plans to take her to and from work on days when she didn’t have any other transport so she wouldn’t have to walk it.

“Gross, never call me babe again.”

“But Bebe calls you babe?”

“I like Bebe.”

“Wow, I’m definitely not giving you a ride now.”

“You weren’t going to anyway, dickwad!” Y/N was distracted when her phone buzzed in her pocket. Clyde took this as an opportunity to escape while she wasn’t looking, but she threw up another middle finger as she caught him slinking away from the corner of her eye.

kyle 📗 : Do you need a ride today?

y/n 💕 : your timing is perfect as always! 🥰

y/n 💕 : yes please! I completely forgot I had work today so I need to grab my uniform from home if thats okay with you?

kyle 📗 : Of course 😊

kyle 📗 : Be there in two minutes, I’m just around the corner.

True to his word, Kyle was there within two minutes, almost exactly on the dot. Y/N felt guilty about how much he had been driving her around in the two and a half weeks that they had known one another, but he was always the one to offer.

“Before I forget, your apron is in the trunk,” Kyle gestured behind him while Y/N climbed into the passenger’s seat. “You left it in here the other day. I managed to get that one stain out.”

“You cleaned it for me?” She grinned at him, securing her seatbelt. “That stain has been there for a month. How did you get it out?” The stain had come from a customer knocking a bottle of ketchup over and accidentally dropping their bag on it; it splattered everywhere. Jay had to get it off the ceiling. She didn’t know what was in the ketchup, but it looked like watered-down blood splattered on her apron after scrubbing it for an hour straight.

“My mom used to make me help with the washing whenever I was in trouble,” He chuckled a little uncomfortably. “I was in trouble a lot, so I got really good at it.”

“Wow! What a little rebel! Who knew?” She teased, drumming her fingers against the dashboard as Kyle started driving.

“Yeah, well, the guys would always drag me into their schemes. Someone had to be the voice of reason.”

“You’ll have to teach me your cleaning secrets. I have some shirts with some pesky stains that I haven’t been able to get out with anything.”

“Bring them to me, and I’ll sort them,” Kyle smiled as he caught a glimpse of Y/N’s grin out of the corner of his eye. It had been so easy to grow attached to her. He couldn’t remember what he did all day without her.

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trashpie420 · 5 months

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Loki Season 2 was heartbreaking so im just writing what should've happened. Or just ideas/thoughts I wish/wanted to see. PART 4:

-Secret Relationship AU: Where Mobius agrees to become business partners with Thor. Mobius celebrating his business coming to a success makes a huge mistake when he gets drunk at Thor’s party and sleeps with Thor’s brother. Mobius realizes that he might be screwed since Thor is overprotective of his brother who also is involved slightly with investments. Loki and Mobius have to hide their relationship so that Thor doesn’t kill Mobius for breaking the “bro code”.

- Loki trying to be a stay at home parent blogger and it’s utter CHAOS.

-The avengers finding out Loki is back on earth as they assume he plans to take over end up crashing his date night with Don. Thor tries to make the situation better (he worsens it) and Loki tells Thor he ruined his date and that Don probably doesn’t want to be with him anymore, to his surprise Don does and offers to take him out for a slice of pie at a diner and that the Avengers can cover it.

- Mobius and Loki getting tattoos together.

-Loki tries baking for the first time and burns his pie he made for Mobius. Loki is upset thinking he is a terrible cook but Mobius eats it (much to his dismay) stating it’s good just a little more crispy than normal (it’s basically charcoal and he’s holding back his tears with how bad it is).

-Mobius and Loki doing karaoke 🎤

#lokius au #loki x mobius #loki season 2 #loki series #lokius #mobius m mobius #mobius x loki #loki #marvel #mcu

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aisclosed · 1 year

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What Comes After....

so Match Found is almost finished :( which means it's time to decide what I write next! Take a look at the two fics below and vote on which one you want to see first!

Fortuna Major: A Hogwarts AU in which Gryffindor! Jungwon relies on a little bit more than luck to ask out Slytherin! Reader and chaos ensues.

Slice of You: A non idol! AU in which Biker! Jungwon frequents the diner that Waitress! Reader works the graveyard shift at. Although you've sworn off boys, Jungwon is interested in more than what's on the menu, and he's determined for a slice of you.

Based on your votes i'll be releasing a proper teaser and opening a taglist sometime this week! feel free to send an ask to join my perm taglist as well! <33

SoY will probably be longer than FM so it will take longer for that to come out,,, just keep that in mind i guess

-poll says a week but i'll be going off the results in a day or two-

#aiya's teasers ✧˖°#aiya asks! 🎤#enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #jungwon imagines #jungwon x reader #jungwon scenarios #jungwon layouts #jungwon fluff

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fxckadoodledoomunson · 2 years

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Unhinged | Part 2 | S.T AU

Summary: Before you and Chrissy can expose Zoe, you need Jason’s help with the first phase of the plan.

Warnings: some swearing.

Author’s Note: Thank you to everyone who’ve read the first part. I hope you enjoy the rest of the story.

Tagged: @hayleybarnesx @marianita195 @eddiemunson17 @imbringingsexycrab @dylanmunson @ali-r3n @lalouvemeneuse @chaos-incorp

On Monday morning, you and Chrissy, with help from a reluctant Jason had decided to put the plan in motion.

You asked your mum if she could pick up Chrissy on the way to school, making an excuse that Jason had to go in early for practice.

“Of course, love,” she told you. “I never knew that you two were friends.”

“Just recently,” you replied, as you stroked your pet Rottweiler.

You grabbed your backpack, before you kissed your dog on the head, “See you Kas.”

Before stepping out, you shouted, “Bye, Gran!”

“Bye darling,” you heard your grandmother reply, as you left the house.

A moment later, your mum pulled up outside Chrissy’s house.

You got out of the car, and adjusted the front passenger seat for Chrissy, before you ran up to her door and knocked on it.

Chrissy opened it, and gave you a hug, while giving you a kiss on the cheek. She grabbed her crutches, as you grabbed her backpack.

As you reached the car, you opened the door for Chrissy, before taking her crutches off her and put them on your lap when you sat at the back.

On the way to school, your mum was chatting to Chrissy, inviting her to come over to your place for dinner sometime, which she accepted, “I’d love to.”

When you reached the school car park, you got out with the crutches and opened the front door for Chrissy, who thanked your mum for the lift.

“Thanks mum,” you told her. “See you later.”

“Bye, love.” She replied, before starting up the car and driving off.

Not long after, you saw Jason and friends getting out of his jeep.

While he got up and grabbed his bag, he secretly gave you and Chrissy an okay hand gesture, signalling to start the plan.

Meanwhile, Eddie was parking his van, when he spotted you and Chrissy chatting, when he watched Chrissy greeting Jason, who walked past her. No hug, no peck on the cheek. Nothing.

As he watched you comfort her, Dustin asked him, “What’s going on with Chrissy and Jason?”

Eddie shrugged, looking confused as they got out of the van.

They made their way to your direction, as they greeted you two.

“What’s up Jason’s ass today?” Eddie asked.

This prompted Chrissy to sniffle, before you quietly told him, “Her and Jason had an argument yesterday after leaving the diner.”

“Oh,” Eddie replied, before asking Chrissy, “ Do you need help getting inside?”

Chrissy nodded, before thanking him, when you saw the rest of the Hellfire club.

“You two go on, I’m gonna catch up with the guys.”

“Okay, I’ll save your seat,” Eddie told you, as he and Chrissy made their way inside, when Dustin said, as you made your way to the others, “We missed you yesterday.”

“How was the film?”

“Would’ve enjoyed it if it wasn’t for Zoe,” he told you, as you met up with the others and went inside the school.

“Why? What happened?” You asked.

Mike chimed in, ranting, “She would either talk throughout a scene or try to make out with Eddie, and when he brushed her off to watch the movie, she started making a scene.”

“Not to mention she threw my popcorn at someone who told her to shut up,” Grant told you.

“Seriously?” You asked.

“And we didn’t even get to see the rest of the movie, because we ended up getting kicked out,” Gareth told you.

You cussed, rubbing your forehead.

If they’ve broken up, I’ll have to tell Chrissy and Jason to abort, you thought as you said goodbye to the freshmen and Gareth. You, Jeff and Grant made your way to your classroom when you saw Jason at his seat, glaring at Eddie and Chrissy, who were sitting next to each other happily chatting, while Chrissy patted Eddie’s hand.

As you made your way to your seat next to Eddie, you told him, “So, the guys just told me that you guys got kicked out.”

“Yeah, Zoe got agitated so we were told to leave,” Eddie explained. “We’re gonna try and watch it again this weekend.”

“By we, you mean her and everyone from Hellfire, right?”

“No, just me and her. She wants it to be just the two of us. Don’t worry, we won’t give you guys any spoilers.”

Eddie looked down at his campaign book and started writing in it, when Chrissy looked at you with shock. You gave her a thumb up, signalling her that the plan is going ahead.

Later at Science class, you were working on your worksheet with Robin, while Chrissy was working with another cheerleader, Kellie.

Chrissy looked up at Jason, who was sitting opposite her, paired up with Patrick. She took out a blank piece of paper and wrote something down, folded it and passed it to Jason. He opened the folded paper and read the message which was so small, he had to bring it closer to his face: Get angry with me. Break up after school by the jeep.

As much as Jason didn’t want to, he knew that for the plan to work, he had to be convincing.

“Just leave me alone, Chrissy! You’re getting on my nerves,” he said loudly with an annoyed tone, causing everyone to look up from their work.

“Is there a problem, Mr Carver?” Mr Kaminsky asked, as he approached their table.

On queue, Chrissy started bursting into tears, which moved Kaminsky’s attention from Jason to her.

“Is everything alright, Chrissy?”

“I’m not feeling well, Mr Kaminsky,” Chrissy sniffled. “May I be excused?”

“Of course, I’ll write you a note for the school nurse. Do you need someone to take you?”

Immediately, you raised your hand, catching Kaminsky’s attention, “I can take her.”

“Alright, I’ll get some hall passes,” Kaminsky replied, before he returned to his desk to get the hall passes.

You got up and made your way to Chrissy to help her up, as Kellie passed Chrissy’s crutches to her.

You took the hall passes from Kaminsky, before you both left the classroom.

As soon as you were in the clear, you asked Chrissy, “Did you let him know?”

“Yeah, I wrote him a note to break up with me after school by his car,” Chrissy replied.

“Good. After that, you’ll sit with us tomorrow at lunchtime. I’ll tell Eddie that you’re coming with me to the Hideout for the band’s gig, and then we can get that bitch riled up.”

Chrissy nodded, as you both headed to the nurse’s office.

After school, you were walking out of the building with the rest of Hellfire, when you overheard one of students saying, “Holy shit, Chrissy and Jason are fighting.”

You dashed out to witness the argument. “How could you say that?!” Chrissy sobbed at Jason, loud enough for everyone to hear. “I would never cheat!”

Jason quickly looked at you as you watched, he then stared at Eddie, before turning his attention Chrissy, as he spat, “We’re through, Chrissy! Don’t come crying to me when that freak Munson dumps you!”

To everyone’s surprise, Chrissy slapped Jason across the face.

Jason touched his face, before opening his door and got in, before driving off, leaving Chrissy on her own, sobbing.

You ran up to her to hug her, causing Chrissy to drop her crutches.

“That was very convincing,” you whispered.

“Thanks,” Chrissy replied quietly, as she hugged tightly.

#stranger things au #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #Eddie Munson x female reader

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mcgnagallsarmy · 1 year

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Spuffy style Reading Challenge - #25: Short Story Reading Challenge

A Mother Knows Best by angelic_amy [PG-13]

Buffy hates Spike and Spike can’t stand Buffy. Right? Ever since Willow’s ‘my will be done’ spell, the vampire and slayer have been plagued with thoughts and dreams of their supposed mortal enemy. And neither of them know what to do about it. When Joyce Summers receives a mystery visit from someone in the know, and learns a little about the possible future, the slayer’s mother is set to work – playing matchmaker. Set in early season four, post Something Blue, and goes AU after that.

A Totally Random Occurrence by Herself [NC-17]

The stake slipped from her fingers, and she had to take a deep breath to stave off the dizziness descending on her like a hood over her head. "You—I thought you were dead." A reunion in New York City.

And Then She Knew by Addie Logan [PG-13]

Spike does something different – faster and more clever – and everything changes. (Goes AU during "The Gift")

At Ease by The Danish Bird [NC-17]

Even with her eyes closed, Buffy would recognise this place in a second, and for a moment she wondered if she truly had ended up in a hell dimension this time. One that had doomed her to an eternity of Doublemeat Palace workdays. Buffy felt her lips moving, heard her own voice speaking, and as she opened her eyes she decided that a hell dimension definitely wasn’t ruled out just yet. “Welcome to the Doublemeat Palace, how may I help – “ She stared into Riley’s scarred face as she completed her sentence. “– you.” Her mom, Sunnydale, her home, Spike – There are many things Buffy misses in her life, but if she had gotten the choice to revisit a day that had already passed, this would so not be it!

Between the Empty Places by St Ephiny [PG]

When Buffy's at her lowest, Spike gives her the strength to go on. What happens if Spike and Andrew return from their trip a little early, and Buffy realizes she's not alone during the mutiny?

Claw Marks by untouchable [NC-17]

Set after S2. Buffy never returns to Sunnydale. She stays in Los Angeles as Anne, working at the diner and running from her past until, one night, her past runs into her. Can two desperate broken-hearted people find some relief in the arms of one another, or will Buffy and Spike just tear each other apart?

Crash by Holly [NC-17]

True, Whistler sent her back to fix just one thing, but Buffy has always been rather ambitious.

Fantasie Segrete by Holly [NC-17]

The Slayer’s friends treat a very reluctant Buffy to a Valentine’s Day surprise in hopes of uplifting her spirits.

Floodgates by EllieRose101 [NC-17]

Willow’s engagement spell ends, but Buffy and Spike don’t want to let each other go. Now all their feelings have been brought to the surface, it’s like they can’t stop them. If anything, the feelings are getting stronger. But would being swept away be really such a bad thing?

Of Malls and Mistletoe by bookishy [NC-17]

Ethan Rayne's up to his old tricks, having hung mistletoe with the opposite of care all over the Sunnydale Mall. When it becomes clear that the only way to stop chaos from reigning over the year's biggest shopping season is for enemies to snuggle up beneath it . . . well, it's just a good thing Buffy finds Spike there after hours. Set a week after Riley's departure in "Into the Woods."

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Something from the Transformers Band AU or Regency AU? Those were super fun.

Five times Drift’s new bandmates were weird and one time he embraced the chaos

The first time Drift realized how weird his new bandmates were, he hadn’t even joined the band yet. They weren’t his bandmates. They were just Arcee and Rod’s friends he was meeting at a diner because they were about to go on tour without a bassist and one of them had heard him practicing on the couch. Drift was kind of expecting to get about five questions in before they figured out he wasn’t worth it and moved on.

What he got instead was the guy he was pretty sure he hadn’t met going, “So you’ve done tours before, right? You know you can handle it?”

“Yes,” Drift said, and got ready for it to fall apart as soon as they asked him about those tours.

“And double checking—you’re not using anything, right?’ the guy he was pretty sure he had met said. “Like, no shade, no harm, it’s not a problem, we just gotta know.”

“Using…?” Drift said, carefully.

“Drugs,” Rod elaborated from where he was playing games on his phone and stealing fries from the guy who must have been the one Drift had already met.

��No. No, I’m not.”

“Do you snore?” the guy he hadn’t met before asked.

“I don’t know.”

“Yeah,” Rod said. Drift tried not to wince. That didn’t seem like an answer they’d want to hear.

“Okay, you’ll bunk with Percy,” the guy he’d met before said. “So how this is gonna work is, we’ll run you through the schedule and the set basics and if it all sounds good, we’ll get you in to talk with our lawyer and—do you have an agent?”

Not anymore. Drift just shook his head, cautiously.

“—that’s fine, you can borrow ours. You can talk to them two and get the contract shit straightened out and call the first tour leg a trial run. Doesn’t work out, that’s fine, we can track down someone else and you can get back to your life?”

It went up at the end like a question. Drift was still trying to figure out what was going on. They hadn’t told him to leave yet.

“He’s in,” said Rod, who had managed to figure out how to interpret Drift’s blanking face in the past two months. “Hey, you should let me be your agent.”

“Don’t do that.” The guy Drift had just met today, whose name he would learn in short order was Impactor, pulled out a pen and grabbed a napkin out of the dispenser. “So here’s what the first few shows are going to look like—”

===

Drift had actually learned what band he was gigging for by the time the publicity circuit started. Seemed like the ‘Wreckers’ were pretty well known in the States. They had pretty regular radio interviews, and after they’d wrapped a very successful first leg of the tour and were starting to talk about him sticking around, they had him come along to one of them.

Drift hadn’t absorbed much of Springer’s rundown besides “Are you kidding me, that’s fucking hilarious, please say that,” when he checked if it would be okay for him to say that he’d never heard of the band before he joined if the interviewer asked. About the only other thing he’d tracked was “Oh, and if we all stand up, that’s a signal that the lady asked a walkout question and we’re getting the hell out of there.”

He’d assumed this was them trying to fuck with him and nodded accordingly. As such, it took him a couple seconds to notice when the rest of the group went silent in response to a question to Springer about some kind of anniversary.

“Welp,” Impactor said, and slapped his hands against his thighs. They were all standing now, and Drift scrambled to his feet to follow them out. The radio host was staring at them with baffled offense, but none of the rest of them even looked at her.

Whirl led the way out of the radio station at a confident saunter, losing his helmet that he wore for all official band business into his backpack in a quick slight of hand Drift couldn’t catch. That plus Perceptor’s sunglasses rendered them just about invisible, as a group.

“So, ice cream?” Whirl asked. “I’m feeling ice cream.”

“What was that?” Drift asked, still glancing back. No one was coming out of the station after them, not even Kup. Were they in trouble?

“I told you about walkout questions, right?” Springer asked. “Stuff about my dad who’s in jail qualifies.”

“...I thought you were joking.”

“Oh, super not joking.”

“It’s in the contract,” Perceptor said. “All of us have things we’d rather not discuss publicly. Some of the press don’t read it, or think that the ‘right to terminate immediately’ isn’t something we’ll actually exercise.” He adjusted his sunglasses. “Kup will take care of it. We haven’t had to show we’re not bluffing in a while.”

“Sorry, dude,” Impactor said, clapping Springer on the back.

“It’s whatever. Drift, you wanna put anything on the list? Shit people absolutely cannot ask about?”

He did. Might as well start big and let them help him figure out what was unreasonable, right? “My entire career before this.”

“Fuck yes,” Whirl said. “I love it. Walking enigma of a man number two. Do you want help making up a fake backstory or are we just calling it a void?”

Drift’s new bandmates were very weird, but he couldn’t say he minded.

===

They were through the second of three tour legs and taking a night to celebrate—both making it this far and that Drift had decided he’d be joining the band. They’d crammed into the same room, along with Rod and Arcee and a bunch of things from the game shop down the road that looked fun. Everyone except Impactor was drunk and Arcee had her head in Springer’s lap while he petted her buzzcut. Drift was pleasantly buzzed for the first time in a while

“Hey,” Arcee said, reaching out to pat Drift on the arm. “Hey. Hey Drift. If you’re with the band now. What’s your carsona.”

“What?”

“OH FUCK YES,” Whirl said, sitting up so fast he fell off the bed. Perceptor dropped a pillow on top of his face. It didn’t dampen the effect. “Did I tell you guys, I had the coolest fucking idea for the next one. First off, I’m going to need a bunch of guns—”

“What are you fucking talking about,” Drift said, because he’d learned that Whirl explaining one of his ideas could take an entire conversation’s worth of words and he didn’t want to move on without an answer. “Impactor?”

Impactor was already scrolling on his phone, and five seconds later he shoved it in front of Drift’s face. Drift could recognize the opening notes of Wreck and Rule before it even got four bars in, playing over an animated shot of a tank rolling down a deserted road. The song built to the opening fermata, and as the saxophone held out the note, the tank started to break into pieces and reform into a helicopter.

“What,” Drift repeated.

The helicopter launched into the sky as the bass dropped and the drums kicked in, and two cars shot off a ramp in the background to come crashing into frame as another helicopter dive-bombed the camera. An unsupported microscope flew through the air to keep up.

“What.”

The next three minutes featured car chases, helicopter acrobatics, and absolutely no concern for the laws of physics. It came to the end and Drift immediately dragged the video back to the beginning to watch it again, this time complete with commentary as everyone had to tell him which vehicle they were and why and the cool effects.

“What,” Drift said, helplessly, again, when it had finished. “Why is this a thing.”

“Percy’s idea,” Whirl said. “Because he’s a weeb.”

“Revolutionary Girl Utena is a masterpiece,” Perceptor said to no one in particular.

Drift hit replay on the video again, because he could. This was so weird. It was so cool.

“I wanna be a racecar,” he said, when it had finished again.

“ONE OF US,” Hot Rod cheered, and tried to wrestle him into a noogie. He failed, of course. Springer helped pin him down while Drift got his revenge.

===

“Hey,” Whirl said, somewhere during a long overnight drive on the bus when he and Drift were the only ones awake. “Do you like instrumental stuff?”

Drift looked up from his book. “Sure?”

Whirl waggled a pair of headphones at him. “Wanna give something a listen for me?”

“Sure.”

Drift knew Whirl did a lot of the band’s instrumentations, and that he got bored easy, so he was expecting this to be a new riff on one of the songs they’d been playing so far, or maybe a completely unknown song for the album that was scheduled for work when they were done with the tour. Instead, he got a string quartet.

Even with the tinny, unvarying tones of automated transcription software, it flowed. It was elegant, all the notes interlocking like clockwork, the instruments passing around the melody and making it their own. It cut off abruptly enough that Drift could feel how much he wanted more.

“Okay, this bit. Is the cello doing enough?” Whirl asked, and played the last thirty seconds again.

Drift hadn’t done instrumental music in years, but he had a pretty good understanding of bass parts thanks to this tour. “It’s kind of boring. Syncopate it, maybe?”

“Well, fuck you too,” Whirl said, and snatched the headphones back. He clicked something and scowled at his screen. “Fuck. You’re right.”

“You’re writing this?” Drift asked, instead of going back to his book.

“Side gig. Cyclonus listens to the classical music station all the time. I will get something on there. He can’t escape from me.”

Every time Whirl mentioned either of his housemates Drift wasn’t sure if he was dating them or not, and at this point Drift was honestly kind of scared to ask.

===

Drift was already nervous on the first day of recording for the new album. It was going to be the first time he’d been in a recording booth in almost a year. He might completely fail at this, and not know how to work with them, or not be able to adapt, and just stick to being a touring backup. Which he liked, it was great, but it wasn’t like he could live on that, and it was pretty damn unlikely that he was going to trip into gigging for any other bands the way he had for this one.

So his nerves were running high even before he let himself in with the code and wandered down a hallway towards the sound of raised voices and found Perceptor, of all people, having a shouting match with a stranger in the production booth. The rest of the band was in the recording booth, all doing things completely unrelated to music. Drift snuck in to join them.

“Uh…” At least it was quiet in here. “Are they…”

Impactor flipped a page in his motorcycle magazine. “They’ll need another couple of minutes.”

Drift decided to take a very long time tuning his bass.

Sure enough, a couple minutes later Percy stormed out of the recording booth and slammed the door open to join them. The stranger, grinning smugly, flipped on the mic to chat with them and waved. “Hey! You must be the new guy. I’m Percy’s ex-boyfriend.”

“I told you to stop telling people that!” Perceptor shouted at the booth. “He’s my husband,” he added in a far calmer aside to Drift.

“Oh,” Drift said. He’d vaguely known Perceptor was married, but he hadn’t really expected...this?

“Mwah!” The guy who must be Brainstorm blew a kiss at the booth. “Oh-kay, if you gentlemen would like to get this show on the road, I need some sound checks.”

“Our regular producer is your husband?” Drift asked Percy, quietly. He was pretty sure this wasn’t standard, even for the American music industry.

“He works for takeout,” Springer said, and played a rimshot.

Well. At least his nerves were gone.

===

The album recording process went...fine? It went fine. It went great, actually, Drift didn’t have to do any singing at all and finally understood enough about how they liked the bass to fit into their songs that he could improv some of his own parts instead of asking Kup for help or trying to follow Impactor’s increasingly incomprehensible whims. The album was coming together, they were creeping towards release and planning the next tour, the paparazzi still hadn’t figured out where he was, and he only slept on Rod and Arcee’s couch when he didn’t feel like going home after movie night.

They were doing their first show in a while, to build hype for the upcoming album, and Drift was wandering around the venue after sound check doing nothing in particular. Springer was nearby, challenging people to dance-offs with the camera guy who was doing a documentary for the upcoming tour and also enabling Springer’s burgeoning social media empire trailing behind him.

“Hey, Drift!” Springer waved at him. “Dance-off?”

Drift thought about it. He was less scared of being found than he had been a year ago. He liked it here, he liked his band mates, his old agency hadn’t tried to get in touch with him at all. He’d found a life after washing out of Kpop. Why not?

“Sure,” he said, and launched into an old routine. Not one of the ones from his last tour, that had ended with him falling off the stage, but one of the ones from before that when his health hadn’t been as bad. It wasn’t one of his flashier ones, but he’d drilled it a lot and it looked good close up.

It ended with him facing his audience, one hand outstretched, so he had a fantastic view of the shocked and delighted awe on Springer’s face two seconds before he tackled Drift into a nearby couch shouting “What the FUCK was THAT?”

Drift was going to assume he’d won.

#talky talk #becauseforoncethisisme #sroloc writes stuff #prompts 2023 #maccadams #is this transformers

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