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moonlit-imagines · 4 years

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Headcanons for being Friends to Lovers with Tony Stark

Tony Stark x reader

warnings:

a/n: i make bad decisions and then write immediately after, hope this didn’t absolutely suck

prompt: anonymous: “Headcanons going from best friends to lovers with Tony Stark”

meeting one another way back in the day, children on wildly weathly businessmen

actually forced to play together while your parents were in business meetings

you ended up resenting each other

mostly because every time you had to see each other, it got boring really fast

and your parents shit talked his parents constantly so you accepted that it should just be that way

YEARS later you and him reconnected when you attended MIT

“son of a bitch, what are the odds? tony goddamn stark”

“the odds aren’t in our favor, i guess”

not only were the two of you in assigned seats for the semester, you were also lab partners

but then you realized that you two were feuding for no reason and you actually enjoyed each others company

in this setting, your friendship thrived

“dude, i cant believe that we spent our entire childhood despising each other”

“yeah, y/n, you really missed out. i’m a motherfucking pleasure”

“oh, shut up, tony!”

pulling all nighters because the two of you get distracted by each others presence often

“y/n, try and catch the popcorn in your mouth. say ‘aaaahh’”

“oh, shit. wait, okay. ahhhhh” *throws popcorn and hits your eye* “wait, one more time!”

some wild nights on the town, occasionally stumbling back to your dorms after a few too many drinks

sometimes tony goes out on his own and calls you when he can’t make it home

“hh-ey se—” *burps* “sexy. could you maybeee, i dunno, i need some. some help getting home”

“same place as last time?”

“yeahh, that’s the place.” *hic* “im gonna throw up”

“i have the bucket in my backseat”

and yeah, he calls you sexy when he’s drunk, you just deal with it

he also forgets his keys a lot so thats a whole other mission for you

being bored as hell on school breaks because you have to go back to your families and hear them complain about one another (and ofc report back and make fun of your dramatic ass parents)

but one day you got a call from tony over winter holiday and you were excited to hear his voice until it seemed a little shaky

“hey? everything alright?”

“not...not really. i’ve got some bad news. really bad news...”

he could barely get his words out after that, but he told you his parents had been in an accident

you immediately left your house and drove hours to go see tony, this was his moment of need

mysteriously not long after that, your parents suffered a similar fate

the two of you took over your companies and had much more reasonable meetings, a wonderful partnership, indeed

but you were still two childish idiots at times

you’d bring each other to parties and shit

“you guys have met y/n, right? my date?”

“yep, this is tony, my date”

ongoing joke

ofc you two have done some shit on dares

i firmly believe tons of ppl have dared you guys to make out and who are y/n l/n and tony stark to turn down a good dare?

“what’s he taste like?”

“those goddamn blueberries he’s always eating”

he always has snacks always

several headlines have been speculation on whether or not you two are dating

tony drives you around tons

wants to “show you a good time”

blasting music while speeding down the road

honestly? sharing hotel rooms just bc you feel safer together

especially after he disappeared for so long

“oh my god, tony, i was worried sick abouy you”

“have you written my obituary yet? i gotta read it before i do anything else. how will i be remembered?”

“shut up and give me a hug, you asshole”

playfully making fun of each other

him showing you his “greatest creation” which was a battle suit (which was actually pretty badass)

“i want one”

“no way, this is my baby. you cant have my baby. unless you wanna have my baby” *wink wink*

ah, pepper likes when you’re around bc you distract tony from her and get him back on his work

and happy likes you because tony’s less paranoid around you

you’re like his second bodyguard but you dont get paid

CANT forget rhodey he cant stand you only bc you remind him of tony

but overall you’re alright

you CANNOT HELP but laugh at tony when he does something unfathomably stupid!!!!

even if hes in immediate danger you sometimes cant stop laughing (but that might just be panic.)

as the avengers came up, you weren’t invited on that “business trip” >:(

instead you got to accompany pepper on some stark/l/n business and ended up seeing tony nearly die on live tv

the second you saw him again, you couldn’t tell if you were happy or furious to see him

“you son of a bitch, stark! you had me so worried that you weren’t gonna make it, i might as well kill you myself! don’t ever do something so stup—”

tony kissed you

but like, for real

not as a joke

it seemed right, so you kissed back

“yeah, i missed you, too. can we go get some dinner and catch up?”

“wait, that was..?”

“long overdue, i know”

wasn’t long before the tabloids got ahold of some more “tony x y/n” content

and the lovely rumor was confirmed at a press conference!

“mr. stark, is it true that you and y/n l/n have an official relationship?”

“hell yeah, it’s true! you heard here first, folks! y/n and i are an item! and i fuckin’ love them!”

you made the cover of 5 different magazines 😌

you supported tony on his adventures but you wanted in

“really, after what happened in new york? well, i guess you saving my life on the battlefield would be kind of hot...sure. we’ll give it a shot”

“nuh-uh, tony. i’m in whether you like it or not!”

“that’s why i love you, you do it all. even when i don’t want you to”

engineering your own tech for yourself and others to help on missions

you did surprisingly well

tony had some issues that needed resolving though...like flirting during fights

“wow, y/n, you look great from this angle” *gets hit by some projectile*

“hah! serves you right!”

seriously, you guys were an iconic couple

and it helped that you guys were already so comfortable with each other, the two of you knew exactly what the other was thinking, it was baffling that you guys didn’t actually have powers

but tony was still tony and he had a problem putting you in danger, he was most comfortable with his arm around you

avengers parties and other dealings kept you busy busy busy

but you always made time for one another

and had tons of fun wherever you could

one might even say you and tony were...endgame (im so sorry)

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huihuiheart · 4 years

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Goretober D12: No Way Home - Ateez

Ateez + Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: Serial killer themes, stalker themes, murder, death, suicide, poison, explosion, heights, falling, beating, fights, guns, mauling, gore, blood, drowning, mentions of police and police reports, threats, mention of poison gas, hospitals, mentions of drugging.

Word Count: 5,221

Sitting in the hospital bed all you could do was stare at the copy of the police report they had left with you. Saying they’d return for it it tomorrow, but if you remembered anything to add it to the paper or to tell them. The problem wasn’t remembering, despite your head trauma, the problem was that you couldn’t forget. Looking down at the paper in your hands again, as best you could with one swollen eye anyways you felt sick once again as flashes from the evening filled your mind, and still the people who had found amusement in your torment were no where to be found.

You wanted to run. Hide. Wake up from this nightmare. Anything at all to make it disappear. You had no idea how to live with the events of that evening......

October 11th - 9:17 pm

“Dude that is the sketchiest haunted house invitation I have ever seen.....and that saying a lot, considering it’s literally for a haunted house.” Seonghwa teases Jongho over his little suggestion of activity for the night as your group started to walk up to the abandoned looking building, it looking a rickety four stories high.

“There’s still three weeks to Halloween bud, we don’t have to do all the scary stuff right away.” You tease the youngest even more lightly pinching his cheek with a small laugh.

Jongho pouts with a small whine, “Hey! It just seemed like something fun that everyone can do together. You all said you wanted to get out of the house more! If that meant you guys wanted to go clubbing you should have said so!”

“It’s fine, we’re just messing with you.” Seonghwa assures ruffling his hair, everyone still laughing as we enter. You and Yeosang jumping as a secondary door drops behind the last of you looking almost like the iron gate of a castle. Putting your hand over your heart you let out a breathless laugh at being so easily spooked.

“If you’re gonna be that scared Tiny you can stick with me, I’m a certified human shield.” Yunho slips his arm around your shoulders, he’s chuckling deep in his chest, but a soft concerned look is on his face.

“I think I’ll be fine. I just don’t expect things sometimes.” You assure him, yet move to take his hand in yours anyways to calm some of his concerns. You may not have been the youngest, but to the boys you were their Tiny. The one they had to protect.

Looking around one the immediate area of what appeared to be an office hallway was lit up, trying the doors you could see they were all locked. With furrowed brows you and the boys looked around before moving to step into the darkness not knowing where else to go. Only lights flicked on down the path to illuminate the hallway, straight to an elevator who’s doors opened.

“Going up?” I voice echoed through the building sound system, the voice holding a twang to it. The sound nothing southern in nature, but instead almost shrill as if holding back a laugh of some sort. Seeing nowhere else to go and assuming this was just part of the aesthetic of the house you all trudged cautiously to the elevator, squeezing in together. Once the elevator stops you all get off into the room it opens to you before swiftly shutting and dropping down to where it could offer you no way out. The room lighting up to reveal 12 dishes of different fruits.

You look at Jongho with furrowed brows before you make any move to go examine the food, “Jongho....out of curiosity...what exactly was the theme of this haunted house?”

Jongho pulls out the flyer and offers it to you, “I don’t know Spectacle de something or other...” He shrugs.

Looking over the flyer your eyes widen, “Jongho. It says Spectacle de Mort....that means Show of Death.”

“Show of Death is right! Cause now we’re live, and we’re in for quite the treat with nine of you here. This should give us entertainment for quite some time. You see this is no ordinary haunted house. This place was designed to haunt you, while amusing us and a whole live stream of viewers. Not with little frights though, that amusement passes too easy... No, here you’ll be risking your lives. Simple as that. You all work to complete the activity assigned until your numbers have decreased by at least one person before the next door is unlocked. That is the only way to get out of here.....oh and one more thing. If you don’t do the activity it’ll be much less entertaining for us, but we can kill all of you by flooding any room with a poisonous gas...though it would still me mildly entertaining considering it’s an hallucinogen too.”

Your heart sinks at the voice’s instructions, watching as Jongho pales shoulder’s slumping.

“I never should have brought us here. It really was a bad idea and a sketchy haunted house flyer and I’m so stupid...” He mumbles before you pull him into your arms, trying to shush him softly, cooing into his ear.

“Shh, shh, Jongho you had no way of knowing. Besides we won’t even know if it’s a hoax or not until until we do something, so let’s just worry about that for now. Okay?” You rub his back gently guiding the way further into the room. Picking up the cue card of instructions to read it.

“One out of the twelve is poisoned. Chose wisely and take a bite, for one is the forbidden fruit.”

You and the boys looked around debating your options. Though if this was legitimate, then at least you each had even odds and no one would have to bear the guilt if something went wrong. Each of you carefully trying to pick a fruit and hoping this was some sick joke instead of reality. Hongjoong picking strawberries, Seonghwa oranges, Yunho kiwis, Yeosang apples, San pineapple, Mingi blueberries, Wooyoung pears, Jongho mangoes, and you picked grapes. Everyone second guessing the whole time until one by one you took a bite and could only wait and hope. A long moment passes and nothing seems to happen as you drift closer to the end where Jongho and Seonghwa stand by the fruits they picked and closer to the door until Jongho starts coughing. It’s only a little at first as his hand comes up to rub at his throat it feeling funny along with his skin heating up. You look at him, eyes widening in shock as you see how pale he starts to look before the coughing suddenly gets harsher to the point of him coughing up blood. Nearly collapsing to the ground before you and Seonghwa catch him and help him sit. You gently rub and pat his back while holding him up and against your chest.

“E-Easy Jongho, just try to breath okay? We got you.” You try to assure him, but when you look up from your spot besides him to make eye contact with San your eyes are glistening with tears. The boys desperately scrambling to find any exit or to get someone’s phone to work to call for help realizing this is in fact legitimate and none of you were safe here, especially Jongho who possibly only had a few moments left. Jongho soon getting weaker as he only weakly sputters out blood and whimpers softly, relying on you to sit up even, before entirely going limp in your arms. Sobs finally breaking loose as you cup his cheek, gently wiping some of the blood off his face.

“C-Come on Jongho you gotta stay awake, we’ll find a way to get you help. J-Just please wake up.” You beg him, even as the door finally clicks open to the next room you don’t want to leave him alone. It’s only when Seonghwa gently takes him from your arms and lays him down that you let the boys take you to the next room hoping to find an exit there.

The next room seeming much more like a lab with all sorts of chemicals and test tubes, the whole area would have just reminded you of Chemistry class and how badly you sucked at that if it hadn’t been for what you just went through. Yunho holding you close and rubbing your back gently, absorbing your cries into his chest as he sniffles a little as well. Hongjoong finding the little card with instructions this time.

“One by one add the chemicals to the one in the center of the room. One of you might be lucky enough to get an explosive reaction.”

“Let Y/N go first.” Hongjoong stops Yeosang from going to grab one and get it over with and the boys all stop to look at him confused, “The chances of picking a safe chemical go down with each one. So Y/N first and then youngest to oldest. Except I’ll go last instead of Hwa.”

“I-I don’t wanna do it that way. That’s not fair to the rest of you.” You whimper out before Hongjoong pulls you into another hug, gently wiping away your tears.

“It’s alright Y/N. Whatever happens is what happens, it’s not your fault. Now go pick one please and just get it over with.” Hongjoong assures gently before letting go of you, to gently nudge you towards the test tubes. You were kind of hoping that in staring at them something would give away which one would be deadly and just suffer the consequences so that the others wouldn’t have to, but you weren’t so lucky. Finally you chose one and poured it in, waiting and watching for a few moments and yet nothing had happened. It went on for a while until it was just Seonghwa and Hongjoong were left, for the first round anyways. There were more test tubes than there were you all.

“Joong you should go next, really. I’ll take my chances.” Seonghwa insisted, but Hongjoong wasn’t having it as he nudged Seonghwa over gently like he had you earlier. Seonghwa finally giving in as he goes to pick a test tube and pour it in. Waiting a moment nothing seems to happen, until he turns his back to it and it starts to sizzle. Seonghwa’s eyes widen and he quickly turns back towards it trying to cover the explosion with his body to protect the rest of you from it. San realizing what was going on and pulling you close to shield you behind him too little shards of glass that made it through piercing his back as he keeps you safe. Him glancing over his shoulder to see what damage had been done as the next door clicks open, but not letting you around him to see as he firmly holds you and leads the way through to the next room. The speaker system cackling again, signaling the people who you wanted to curse out are ready to try and communicate with you again in a form other than paper and death.

“Wow! Only two deaths and you already have over 500,000 live viewers. Your quite the popular little group of individuals, aren’t you? Keep it up and we might just let one of you actually survive.”

The words weren’t what will haunt you though, it was the mocking laughter that rung out afterwards. Echoing through the room, before the sound system cut it off again. You shake your head, eyes burning from tears unable to shed anymore in this moment and you were only two rooms in out of however many they wished to torment you with. Yeosang taking a turn to comfort you while Yunho looked at San’s back trying to help him out. Mingi going to look at the next paper.

“Some locked doors can be opened. Each person pick a door and step through to see what’s waiting on the other side. No cheating.”

Yeosang lets you hug him tightly as you both kind of waddle your way over to where the keys are with the other boys, “Go ahead and pick Y/N. Pick carefully.”

“You too.” You tell Yeosang softly, despite knowing that one person less would be leaving this room than entering no matter how well you all picked your keys. Yeosang kisses your forehead softly, squeezing your hand in comfort with a small smile before picking his while you chose yours. One by one you unlocked your doors all finding a pitch black entranceway. Even the ground was blacked out not providing any sign of what was to come. Until you all stepped through and you heard Yeosang’s scream. Turning towards where he’d been you see him fall in, running over to try and catch him and nearly sliding into the hole yourself if it hadn’t been for Wooyoung catching your leg.

“Y/N you can’t just throw yourself head first into a hole like that!” Wooyoung scolds pulling you back and into a hug with his kneeling form, softening as he sees fresh tears on your face, feeling some falling from his own.

“I-I just....I-I thought I could save him.” Your sobs have you shaking against Wooyoung’s chest as he rocks you gently, scooping you up to carry you into the next room.

“I know, but we just have to try to make sure as many of us stay alive until help can get here. Over 500,000 people are viewing this live, I’m sure someone has called help by this point and they’ll try to help us. Who knows maybe they can save one of the boys.” Wooyoung tries to console you even if he knows himself that it’s false hope. It served some good in calming you though, you being more hopefully about these things than he naturally was and therefore accepting it for the time being. Wearing through the fresh round of tears and your eyes dried once more, out of them for the time being and wiping your face to take on the next challenge with the boys. Looking around though you found no paper, hoping perhaps you’d been through enough torment to satisfy them. You knew it was too good to be true as the voice came over the speakers again though.

“So while you’ve been busy entertaining our guests we’ve done some digging on you all......and I must say jealousy is a really nasty look. Especially on you Hongjoong. Not to mention the regretful things it can make you do.” The voice sighs before tsking softly, “Poor poor San....he’s got to let you down like this doesn’t he?”

San looks towards the speaker system in confusion, “What do you mean? He’s jealous of me?”

“Oh he most certainly is and because of that he’s going to have to get rid of you.” The voice chuckles darkly, Hongjoong and San both paling as your eyes widen.

“W-What do you mean? I-I’ll do no such thing.” Hongjoong insists practically screaming at the speaker.

“You will though, unless you want everyone in the room to die.” The voice is serious in it’s threat causing panic to settle in among you all.

“J-Just do it Joong. It’s not worth everyone dying over. It’s simple math...one life or six.” San urges softly despite the tears glistening on his cheeks, willing to do this for everyone else’s sake.

Hongjoong gently hugs the other man before looking around the room, “L-Let me see if there is anything to make it go quicker....b-be a little less painful for you.”

The voice laughs again, “You won’t find anything....you’ll have to do it with your own hands Hongjoong. Hope you still have some of those dark feelings for him, it might just make it go faster.”

Hongjoong feels as if he’s going to be sick, his dam breaking now as streams of tears stain his face, looking at Wooyoung and you for a moment, “Cover Y/N’s eyes.”

His voice is so quiet like it’s barely there, but Wooyoung hears the words anyways nodding softly and turning away from it himself as he shield your face from the sight against him instead. That doesn’t block the sounds though, the cracks of bones and cries of pain. The sobs coming from all the men around you, but not as pained as the heart wrenching ones coming from Hongjoong while he acts. It dying away, but not soon enough as Yunho moves to cover your ears trying to protect you from that as well. Once it’s over you feel Wooyoung’s hold on you loosen giving you freedom to move. Slowly you walk past them to where San’s battered body lay, unmoving and taking the last pained and shuttering breaths as Hongjoong refused to even look at what he did, instead throwing up in the corner. You gently take San’s hand wanting to stay with him, even as the next door opened.

“Y/N.....we have to go if we can’t get out in time to get him help then he really won’t make it.” Mingi softly places his hand on your shoulder. You nod, but lean down to kiss San’s temple first.

“You’re so brave to do this San, but now you gotta stay strong for us. We’re going to get out and get help as soon as we can for you.” You whisper a promise to him before finally letting go of his hand, gently laying it down to go through the door with the others. Your shoulders slump at the sight of a gun, already knowing whatever the plan for the room was would likely not be pleasant if there was such an obviously placed gun. Yunho getting the little paper and reading it with a sigh before crumpling it up and throwing it as if that’s resolve anything.

“They want us to play fucking Russian roulette. Like normal people would hope to do this for the sake of entertaining others!” Yunho shakes his head as he feels like he’s about to crack again. All of you more than spent at this point with still no exit in clear sight. Not without the risk of at least four more people still dying.

Wooyoung slipped an arm around you, pulling you close. Worrying about you as usual as Yunho stepped back over to the group, trying to discuss what order you should go in and so on. You didn’t pay that much attention to the conversation though, you didn’t really care what order you went in. Someone else would be dying in a few moments and you felt helpless to it. Part of you almost said fuck it and ripped about of Wooyoung’s arms to go take this one yourself just for the sake of the remaining boys, almost. You knew you probably wouldn’t get far though before they stopped you from what you planned to do. Like you’d rather watch them all die in front of you than save one of them. You were drawn out of your thoughts though when you heard a clicking sound, eyebrows drawing together as you tried your best to wiggle in Wooyoung’s hold and get a look around to see what it was. Another of the same sound following only a moment later.

“Guys, what’s that clicking sound?” You question, but are quickly dismissed by the others who are busy debating why their order is the best option. A debate no one had a right answer considering they were all trying to give themselves the worst chance of survival.

“Not now Y/N, we’ll deal with that in a minute.” Mingi manages to spare you a glance and it’s only then when you realize who’s voice you hadn’t heard through the whole debate.

“W-Wait guys........w-where’s Hongjoong?” You question eyes widening at a third click sound, stomach dropping as you put two and two together. The others finally breaking from the circle to look into the room. Noticing Hongjoong with the gun to his head right as the bang of a gunshot went off. Not realizing you jumped or screamed at the sight before you, not entirely sure the others registered your reaction either. One that was to be expected when you just saw a friend shoot themselves, blood splattering over the walls. Something you’d see in a museum as a sick form of modern art no doubt, if this had been fake. A reality you would much rather wish for. Four doors clicking open this time as the cackling of the speaker comes on again.

“Hm....I guess the guilt was just too much for Hongjoong. It’s a real shame.” The voice mocks the pain the rest of you are going through, “I’ll give you all a moment to say goodbye to him and to each other now, because you’ll each have to pick a separate door and make your way through a maze. Of course the door at the end will only remain open for three of you. The last person will be left with something....not so friendly.”

Getting to the row of doors you stop the boys before they can start to argue again, “No! No more sacrificing yourselves! Then the rest of us are left to carry that guilt! We all have to agree before we walk through those doors that we’ll all try to make it! Whoever doesn’t.....it was at least fair and we know that. Besides there is a chance they can hide in the maze or something until help gets here.”

Silently the boys nod in a solemn agreement, knowing you had a point and all feeling the burdens of guilt themselves. A tight group hug being held for a moment, knowing it was possibly the last time one of you would be in it, before breaking apart and each walking through one of the doors. After a couple of turns through the weaving maze you stumbled across a glass wall, Yunho appearing after only a moment on the other side. Your smile at the sight of him dropped when you realized you couldn’t make out the words he was trying to speak through the glass. The sounds too muffled through the material, with a sigh he gives up after a moment simply putting a hand on the glass. You doing the same from the other side and giving each other a small smile through tear filled eyes. Until your adrenalin spiked again as a roar sounded through the maze. Looking at Yunho again you managed to make out one word before he turned to leave the glass wall, run. So that’s exactly what you did. You ran through the maze, barely calculating which direction would be a wiser choice as your flight instinct kicked in knowing there was a wild animal somewhere in here with you. Seeing the door out in sight you bolt through it, chest heaving when you reach the other side, looking up to see who called your name to see Wooyoung and Mingi already inside.

“Yunho!” You yell turning back towards the door as you hear a pained scream before the door suddenly slams shut behind you. You bang your first against it with a curse, before Mingi pulls you away from the door, realizing that the room was moving. Going down in fact. Back to the level you first entered on maybe? No, you’d gone too far down for that now. You were in the basement when the doors opened again. The three of you slipping into the room. Wooyoung finding the little paper this time.

“The way out will be revealed, but at a cost to you. The door will only be opened if one remains behind as a sacrifice.”

The three of you look around trying to figure what it meant you wanted to do. Though soon you got a clue as part of the ceiling opened up, starting to flood the room with water. Gasping as icy wet soaks your shoes and works it way up your pants, making you feel much heavier. Eventually determine where the door is, a ladder in the far corner leading up to where an opening above could be.

“What do we do to get it open then?” Mingi asks climbing up and pushing against it a little, “What kind of sacrifice do they want?”

You all knew what kind, but you had no idea what they expected you to do, until a red flash came from the opposite corner of the room on the floor. Wooyoung looks at you two with furrowed brows, wondering what it could be. Mingi convincing you to step up a few rungs of the ladder as the water had already managed to get up to the waist at this point.

“I’ll go check it out and let you all know.” Wooyoung decides before trudging through the rapidly rising water to get there. He has to dive below the surface to see what it is, only to spot a button. He presses it and holds for a moment, not realizing that where you were the door opened until he let go to surface for air.

“What did you do Woo? The door opened and then it closed again.”Mingi inquires looking at the boy who’s shaking out his hair and treading water on the other side of the room.

“I pressed a button for a bit. It must be when unlocks the door.” Wooyoung sees you and Mingi both go to offer and he quickly cuts you off, “Don’t even bother there isn’t time and I can hold my breath longest, I’m the one who’ll be able to hold it long enough for you both. Now get ready.”

You and Mingi both deflate slightly, but listen working up the ladder to wait for the door to open once again. Wooyoung waiting until you were both set to dive again, intending to hold the button for as long as possible, to be sure that both of you had made it. Not that it mattered much, the door immediately closing despite his hold on the button as soon and you and Mingi were through. With a soft sigh you picked up the last paper, like you had the first one.

“The way things will end will come down to fate. Each choice you make could be your last or it could be the one that finally sets you free. The final door will open when every choice has been made, when only one is left standing.”

Lights were over what looked to be two bins with pull tabs, whatever being inside a mystery. You and Mingi exchanged a look sighing softly before making your choices and each grabbing a lever, not really sure what to expect or why you bothered to even play this game anymore. Even if you made it out alive, for what? Even if help arrived in time for some of them, it would simply be too late for others.

“We pull on three? And no matter what happens we agree to live our lives if we make it out?” Mingi questions, forcing a small smile like it would provide much reassurance at this point.

You give a small nod and return one of your own, “On three.”

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Pulling the levers neither of you made it out unscathed, a rolling pin dropping to smack Mingi in the head while a hand held mirror dropped onto you. Your arm coming up to block most of it from your head and face, cutting the skin on your arm while the back of Mingi’s head bled a little. Yet, you both knew it wasn’t enough for whoever was watching as the next two bins lit up. So on you went the next bins weren’t as dangerous of items, the problem us that you looked up wondering what yours was the food can the dropped out hitting you in the face immediately leaving a mark that would only get worse with time, eye swelling slightly. Meanwhile Mingi had a wine glass drop onto him, shattering and raining glass down over him, not helping either of your conditions, but not enough to kill yet. The third row of bins lighting up you both stumbled a little, battered from what you’d already been through, but making it to the next one and pulling the levers once again. Mingi’s loud cry broke out before you could see what happened to him, a rather heavy clock having dropped out and knocking him to the ground. You opening yours and quickly trying to shield your head from the mental pipe that dropped out, it was heavy and beat you a bit as it dropped, but not enough to knock you down. Carefully you go over and help Mingi up and to the next one when he insisted he keep going along with you, pulling again through the tears and swelling of your eye you didn’t see what dropped onto Mingi, only hearing the way the impact knocked the wind out of him in a pained manner while you simply had a grouping of ceramic plates fall onto you. The click of a door opening was enough to let you know how things turned out, trudging your way through shattered remains of the plate with little care and knowing you couldn’t bare to see what Mingi looked like now you made you way through the door. Entrance now in sight, in big flashing red above it the number of viewers your group had gotten the sick bastards who did this to you...... 23, 897,674...

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Looking down at the police report again you shake your head, carefully reaching up to wipe your tears.

Police Report - Event reported 10-12-2020 - Time: 2:47 am

Choi Jongho - Cause of death: Poisoning. Victim stated through ingestion of mangos. Substance: Unknown

Park Seonghwa - Cause of death: Killed by an exploding test tube.

Kang Yeosang - Cause of death: Fell into a empty elevator shaft and onto old support beams. Body not located.

Choi San - Cause of death: Blunt force trauma, beaten by another man according to victim statement. Body not located.

Kim Hongjoong - Cause of death: Suicide, gunshot wound.

Jeong Yunho - Cause of death: Mauled by a wild animal, suspected missing lion. Body not located.

Jung Wooyoung - Cause of death: Drowning. Body not located.

Song Mingi - Cause of death: Blunt force trauma, beaten with objects; rolling pin, wine glass, clock, potentially more we have yet to find.

Y/L/N Y/N - Victim: Traumatized, suffering from major injury, taken to hospital where report was filed.

Assailant: Unknown. Multiple accomplices also in the wind.

You’re about ready to crumple up the paper and toss it aside, but as the doctor comes in again you settle for just setting it onto the wheelie tray they had for food and move it aside.

“Hello Y/N, we’d like to ask you something. Looking over some of your test results we were a little confused by it and wanted to see if you knew anything about it.” The doctor speaks softly and although you were long tired of questions, you nod anyways. Knowing that he was only trying to help and that you’d made Mingi a promise at the end.

“Do you happen to know why there was a hallucinogen in your system?”

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Something Just Like This - CH21

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester, mobster boss. He’s a little cocky, a lot ruthless and more often than not, short tempered. But he’s also, Dean Winchester, a war veteran and hero who suffers under a shit ton of PTS. He met her in a bar and thinks it’s fate that brought her to him. Little does he know why she’s really here.

Warnings: All the fluff, a tad angst, violence

WC: 3194

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Gabriel drives behind Y/N to work again. It feels weird and she even offered that they could drive together but he politely declined. She guesses that he probably isn’t allowed.

Can’t help but wondering what he’s allowed to do. If Dean only assigned him to watch her the whole time or if he has other things to take care of too. But she guesses that it’s not her place to ask.

He gets out with her, walks her to the door and for the whole night, Gabriel’s at his usual place, just watching her.

She thinks it’s weird, of course it is, wants to tell Dean to tone it down, it’s not like she can’t defend herself. Then, she remembers that Dean doesn’t know about all this. He doesn’t know about what she really does for a living. Doesn’t know she’s the same as Gabriel. Paid to watch Dean. It’s so easy to lose herself in this life. So easy to forget that her other life ever existed.

The thought of it should scare her. Should ring alarm bells all over, but strangely, it doesn’t. And what does that say about her?

Finishing up is the same as last night, too. Gabriel helps her clean up, helps her more than he had to, probably he’s glad that he can make himself useful, other than staring at a woman the whole night.

They drive to Dean’s apartment together, yet still apart in their separate cars.

Y/N thinks Gabriel must be bored of having to babysit her. Thinks that it’s probably the most uninteresting job he could fetch. Wonders a little, if it’s a way of punishment because he did something wrong. She hopes it isn’t.

Y/N’s bedtime ritual is the same as yesterday, which consists of feeding Cuddles, shower and then bed. It’s weird being here without Dean. The apartment feels empty, she guesses it’s because it’s so freaking big. Too big. She wonders how Dean copes with that. It’s one thing to be alone in a small apartment but to be alone here makes life seem so much emptier. But then again, she doesn’t think that Dean really spends a lot of time here anyway.

Dean calls when she settles in bed and she is not so sure if there isn’t really a secret camera somewhere that records her every move. There must be because how else would he know what she’s doing. How else would he know that she’s in bed now and not an half hour earlier already. But she brushes it off because he most likely knows when her shift ends and he knows how long it takes for her to clean up and get back here. He also knows that she usually takes a shower once she arrives home.

“Hi,” She says, trying to sound less tired today as she was yesterday.

“Hi,” He replies and she can hear a huff of air, like he’s smiling when he says it. Like he exhales after holding in a breath for too long.

“You okay?” She asks and sits up in the too big bed, her head resting against the headboard. Cuddles is not in bed tonight because she closed the door.

“Yeah,” Dean says, and adds, “Much better now.”

“Why are you still up? Nightmare?”

“I haven’t slept yet.”

“Shouldn’t you be?”

Dean sighs, “Can I tell you something?”

“Sure,”

“Is it weird that I’m scared to fall asleep? I’m terrified because I know that I’ll be up again anyway with cold sweat and racing heart. I don’t even wanna close my eyes because all I see is dirt and dust, and all I hear is gunfire and screams.”

“Oh, Dean… I’m sorry. No… no, it’s not weird. It’s perfectly normal.” She pauses before she adds, “Have you tried sleeping pills?”

“I can’t. It’ll knock me out and I need to be reachable at all times.”

“This conversation is getting sad.” She mumbles.

Dean chuckles, “‘M sorry, I really didn’t want to make you sad. Just wanted to hear your voice.”

“Does it make you feel better?”

“‘M already much better now.”

“When will you be back?”

“Hopefully by tomorrow evening.”

“Okay.” She says, and it might have come out a little disappointing but she was really hoping that she’d see him before she has to go to work. And now she feels selfish.

“What is it?”

How does he know?

“Just miss you, is all.” She says because it’s the truth.

“Miss you, too.” He breathes out and she can hear that he tries to smile even if she can’t see him. She’s wondering now why they never video call but then again, she’s not a great sight to look at sometimes. Plus, seeing him might make her miss him even more.

“Alright, you should go catch some sleep.”

“Good night, Dean.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetheart.”

Y/N says goodbye to Cuddles when she leaves for work the next day. The cat’s been extra clingy which makes her think that he must know. Must know that their little adventure will be in their past. Dean’s coming home tonight so there’s no need for her to stay. Not like she has packed enough clothes anyway.

Ellen called to say that she has to start earlier and that’s fine with her. It means that she can go home almost three hours earlier than usual. She’ll have more time to sleep for once.

Halfway through her shift, Dean sent a message and she only saw it because she needed a hair tie from her bag.

D: Would it be too much to ask if you’d stay another night?

She bites down on her bottom lip while reading the message then types back, hopes for enough signal to send it out.

Y/N: Won’t you be home?

She waits for the reply that took forever to come. It came after an hour and she doesn’t know if it’s Dean who’s busy or the signal at the Roadhouse.

D: I am but I don’t know how long it’ll take. Need to help sort things out in this facility.

Y/N: Okay will go home first because I need new clothes.

D: You don’t need clothes.

She can literally imagine him grinning because he thinks he’s so funny.

Y/N: Stop it. I have to work now.

D: Come on! I’m hilarious!

She rolls her eyes and slips her phone back into her bag before she proceeds to take the next order. She can see Gabriel in the periphery of her eyes, sees him reading a text and then he nods. That’s probably Dean texting him what happens after work tonight.

“Dean,” Cas comes running towards him when Dena is helping a lab tech with the heavy cylinder. “Can I talk to you for a minute.”

“Sure.” Dean says but he didn’t really want to interrupt the work honestly because he wants to get back home as soon as possible.

Cas makes Dean follow him and walks around the corner. They’re out of anyone’s earshot.

“Jo escaped.” Cas whispers.

“She what?” It came out way too loud.

“Adam was supposed to be watching but he’s not there anymore, neither is Jo.”

“Fuck, Y/N!” Dean hurries along the corridor of this big lab, “Cas I’m taking the car.”

Dean actually doesn’t wait for Cas to say something. Knows that they only took one car to come here but Cas’ a big boy, he’ll find a fucking way back.

He tries calling her but she wouldn’t pick up. He has approximately four hours to reach her. It also takes four hours for her to finish her shift.

Gabe doesn’t pick up his phone either. Dean knows that the signal at the Roadhouse is questionable at best, but why does it have to be now? He debates calling the landline but what if Ellen picks up? She doesn’t even know that her daughter is a fucking traitor.

“You don’t really have to come up, you know?” Y/N tells Gabriel as he walks with her to the entrance of her building.

“I’m just really following orders.”

“So, what? If he tells you to jump you would?” She says in a playful tone.

“Yeah.”

Wow.

“How long have you known Dean?” She can’t help but ask.

“Since Afghanistan.”

She stops in her tracks. “You two were stationed together?”

“Yeah. He saved my life.”

“And then you come back and work for him? Even though he’s doing illegal things?”

“He’s a good man. He was just born into the wrong family. His intentions are good and he wants to get out, leave it all behind. That’s why I stay and help him.”

“Get out? Out of where?”

“Did he not tell you?”

Uh oh…

“No.”

“Shit,” Gabriel curses. “Don’t tell him I told you. You should ask him. I just shut up from now on.”

They walk together side by side in silence. There’s so many things going on in her head. Too many things that she still wants to know, wants to ask Gabriel but she knows for certain that he won’t talk again.

They walk up the stairs and she stops mid climb.

“What is it?” Gabriel asks because he bumps into her.

Her heart races. “The door is open.”

“Did you leave it open?”

“Duh, would I leave it open that wide?”

Gabriel peeks from behind her, then hastily steps in front of her, drawing a gun from his holster. “Behind me.” He whispers and they climb the two remaining steps in silence.

He goes in, gun drawn, securing each room before he tells her to come in.

The apartment is a mess, drawers have been pulled out, every furniture turned over.

The silence is almost unbearable as they walk through her trashed apartment. She’s in shock, broken glass crushes under their feet.

No, no, no. This can’t be happening.

Just when she’s about to get into her room to see if her safe is still there, she hears footsteps.

“Y/N!”

That’s Dean’s voice.

How did he get here?

He runs in, gun drawn, his shirt’s loose around his belt, not tucked in nearly as she’s used to. The tie long gone, sleeves folded up his forearm.

“Oh, thank god!” Dean breathes out when he sees her, runs forward and pulls her to his chest.

They stand there in silence for a second, she can feel Dean’s heartbeat. It’s ridiculously fast.

It’s then that they hear footsteps coming up the stairs. It could be her neighbors but it also could not, so they stay still.

“Oh, hello boys and one stupid girl,” Jo chirps. She has a gun too, which she points in their direction. Jo calls back to someone who’s coming up the stairs. “Told you after we get some food they’d all be here!”

Adam shows up a second later, of course he has a gun too.

Y/N’s the only one who doesn’t have a gun and she feels awfully left out. But running into her room to retrieve the gun out of her safe seems like a bad move right now.

“What do you want, Jo?” Dean growls, and he moves to stand before Y/N.

“You know what I want, Dean.” Jo snarls. “Protect yourself, let me bring her to Lucifer.”

“And you, Adam, really?” Dean asks as he ignores Jo’s demand. He heard her fine, he’s just not gonna turn Y/N over.

Adam just shrugs. “You never trusted me, Dean. Never thought I was good enough to be in your inner circle. Didn’t even fucking know the bunker existed until Inias appointed me to watch Jo while you were away.”

“You’re the other rat. I should have known. Why do you think I never trusted you?”

Jo laughs, “You two done?”

Y/N can see Dean exchanging looks with Gabriel. It’s like they have a silent understanding. She knows about things like this. They probably did it a lot while they served together in Afghanistan. It’s a way for them to signal to the other they're going in for the kill. It’s clear to them who is going to take out who, even though Jo and Adam have no idea about it. They are most likely not coming from a military background.

“I go.” Y/N says, as a way of distraction, to give Dean and Gabriel time to think about their next move.

Y/N steps forward even though Dean makes himself a little broader, not wanting to let her in front but she knows she’s not the target. Jo would have more to lose when she kills Y/N. Obviously, for whatever reason, Lucifer wants her alive.

“Not on my watch.” Dean says, and there’s the sound of gunfire, he aims for Jo’s right shoulder. The impact sends the blonde woman flying back and her gun slips out of her grip. There’s a sound that Jo lets out that hurts Y/N’s ears.

As soon as Jo was catapulted back, Gabriel went in for the kill, shooting Adam square in the face before Adam could even pull the trigger.

Dean steps over to Jo who was writhing on the floor.

He squats down, looking the woman in the eye. Jo’s trying to say something, her lips are moving but no sound comes out.

“You know, you were right about one thing. The thing we talked about when I saw you last. I give you credit for that. I can accept that it’s who I am and I’m willing to go all in for what I love. But do you also remember what I said to you? If you pull that shit again, I will have no problem putting a bullet through your fucking head, Jo.”

Dean gets up again and turns to Y/N.

“Can do you something for me, sweetheart?”

“What do you want me to do?” She asks, her eyes are still fixed on Jo. She doesn’t know what she should feel about the woman on the floor. Is confused as fuck. Hates that it has to happen and thinks it’s all her fault.

Dean sees her state of distress, and walks over, lowers himself down a little, and pushes his finger under her chin, tilts her head up like he always does when he wants her to look at him. “Hey, hey, look at me, okay? You’re okay. I got you.”

She nods, didn’t even know that she’s crying until a tear runs down her cheek.

“I want you to know that I’m gonna do something which is not pretty, alright? That’s not really me. You’re now basically the only one who knows who I really am. I’m just trying to do the right thing here, and right now, the right thing is protecting you, alright?”

She nods again. There are no words coming out even if she would try. She wants to tell him though, wants to tell him that it’s not because he’ll kill Jo, not because she’s never seen someone die in front of her eyes before. It’s because he’s doing everything to protect her. Her of all people! And she doesn’t deserve it. Not when she’s betraying him in the worst fucking way possible.

Gabriel is talking on the phone in the back. He has taken Jo’s gun away so Jo wouldn’t be able to try something funny.

Dean kisses her, and she kisses him back with tears running down her face. Pours all the things she wants to say but can’t into the kiss, I’m sorry I’m sorry I should have never made you fall in love with me.

He parts then, kisses her forehead. “Close your ears and your eyes, baby.” He whispers, and walks back to Jo.

She nods and closes her eyes and ears, even turns around because Dean wants her to.

The shot is still loud. It makes her whole body jump and then she drops to the floor, cries some more.

Dean picks her up from the floor and carries her into her bedroom. Sits on her bed, drops her into his lap and let’s her cry into the crook of his neck.

“I’m sorry,” He says, stroking her head.

“No, you have nothing to be sorry about.” She mumbles, he can feel that his neck is wet and her tears run down his collar.

“I made you cry.”

“You didn’t. I was just overwhelmed.”

“And there I thought I would come home and make you scream but here we are.” He tries to lighten up the situation.

She chuckles a little but it sounds weird because her nose is blocked and it came out more like a grunt.

Outside, someone is talking loudly. It sounds like her neighbor from upstairs and then another voice. Softer. That’s Gabriel.

“What’s Gabriel telling my neighbor?”

Dean brushes a strand of hair behind her ear. “Something about not tampering the crime scene and that they should let the police do their job. Knowing him, he likes to flash his badge, too.”

“A police badge?”

“Yeah.”

“A fake one.”

It must be.

“It was his, alright. He used to be a real policeman.”

She doesn’t understand. The crease between her eyebrows grows but Dean is getting restless.

“Come on, pack all the things you need for—” He stops to think, “— for forever maybe. We can come back when it’s cleaned up if you should need more things.”

“Where should I go?” She asks and he looks at her dumbfounded.

“Duh,”

He can see the moment the wires in her head start to connect again.

“No.”

“Yes.” He grins.

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because I can’t move into someone’s home after I’ve known him for what? Two weeks?”

“Almost three.” Dean adds, like it matters.

“Dean!”

“You can’t stay here and if you don’t wanna live at mine then let me set you up in an apartment I own.”

“I can’t let you do that.”

He’s getting tired of her doubts. “Jesus, are we really arguing about this?”

“I mean, yeah, I’d move in but do you really want it? Want someone living with you? I’ll be the first one you see when you come home? I’ll be around always since I’ll probably be out of a job?”

He chuckles and brushes the tears away from her face to kiss her. “Baby, that doesn’t make me want to live with you any less. If anything it’s the contrary. Makes me want it even more.”

“You will want your space though, and I’m invading it.”

“I don’t need personal space.”

She looks downwards, her fingers play with the buttons of his shirt. “I’ll get on your nerves.”

“I’m used to the heart attacks you’re giving me since I met you.”

“I’ll annoy you.”

“I’ll annoy you back.”

She sighs. “I love Cuddles, though.”

“He loves you back.”

“You sure?”

“Never been more sure of anything in my life.” He kisses her wet nose. “Come on, you pack and I help Gabe outside. We can discuss this thing about me being absolutely fucking sure for you to move in when we’re home later.”

CH22

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simsadventures · 4 years

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After All: Chapter 11: I’m Good, We’re Good

Summary:Your friendships with Bucky grows every single day, and you couldn’t be happier about it. Even in the bad times.

Warnings: fluffity fluff, probably some swearing, you know me, nightmares, mentions of PTSD, little angst I guess

Word Count: 3180

A/N: I just wanted to do a friendly episode, full of fluff and sunshine, ‘cause I feel like we all deserve it after the emotional rollercoaster. And then the beginning happened. Well… What did you guys think? Let me know xx

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< Previous Chapter

It’s been a month since Bucky surprised you with the sweet little picnic date outside the compound, and things were getting better and better. You and Bucky started spending more and more time together, to the point where even your colleagues in the lab were beginning to question you about the relationship you two had.

At first, it was fairly easy to tell them off, swearing that it was just a very good friendship, but lately, you weren’t so sure anymore. There was still nothing romantic or sexual going on between the two of you, but the need to deepen the relationship was a constant presence lately.

You still wanted to give yourself a little more time to heal and to see Bucky in a light that you’ve never seen him. Not only was he funny (you already knew that), but he was so gorgeously sweet and kind that it took your breath away sometimes. It was in little things that you saw just how good of a person he really was, no matter what he thought of himself.

Your sleepovers were getting more frequent, and it was getting quite usual that Bucky slept at your place even on workdays, having to run to his own room in the morning to at least change the clothes, so that the team wouldn’t give him too much hell. It still didn’t work, thanks to the cameras installed across the whole compound. Tony found out that Bucky was sneaking out of your room one morning and showed the footage to the entire team. Bucky was blushing so hard he thought his face would catch on fire. There were knowing smirks on all of the faces in front of him, and it was quite useless to try and tell them that it’s not what it looks like. Bucky wished it was, but he didn’t want to push you.

Sam and Steve would make fun of him for days, making smooching noises whenever Bucky was in a hearing distance. They were genuinely acting like two five-year-olds. They even tried it once in front of you, but the cold stare you gave them was one to haunt their dreams, so they shut up quickly and scattered away. You didn’t mind, though. Let people think what they want, as long as you and Bucky know your truth.

You were glad that Bucky spent his nights with you, because a) you were selfish and you just slept better with him cuddling you and b) you knew it was good for him as well. It was something Bucky didn’t talk about often, but you knew that nightmares still haunted him. Back from the time of war, from the first time, HYDRA abducted him and did some experiments on him, but mostly from the time, he would like to erase from his life. The Winter Soldier times. You knew it was a difficult and painful topic for him, so you usually didn’t open it up, unless it directly involved you.

Like the one night. Bucky was comfortably snuggled against your back, his right arm comfortably hanging on your hip. You were deep in your sleep when suddenly a movement startled you awake. You looked around the room, trying to figure out what century it was. When you finally understood that you were home, you looked at the nightstand where your alarm clock was standing and read that it was only 2:28 AM. You couldn’t understand why you’d wake in this unholy hour when you felt your hip being squeezed to the point where it actually hurt.

You look at Bucky to see what was going on and understood immediately. He was still laying on his side, his arm still around you, but this time it was tightly wounded around you, his metal hand opening and closing behind his head. You looked into his face, and although he was still asleep, his face was contorted in a pained expression. His breathing was heavy, filling the silent room with anxiety. You could see that he was having a nightmare, but you had no idea how to wake him up gently. You were well aware of the dangers that might await you, but you couldn’t watch him suffer so.

You ran your fingers across his face, caressing his cheek and jaw, and going back up to his temple. “It’s ok, Bucky. I’m here, we’re at the compound together. You can wake up, Buck. You’re safe.” And all that, just to ensure he wasn’t startled. Well, safe to say you didn’t succeed.

You didn’t know what woke him exactly, but in one swift movement, you were pushed on your back, your hands pinned above your head, and his metal arm snaking around your neck. Your eyes almost fell out of the sockets, that’s how much pressure he used. You tried not to panic and think. His eyes were open, but you would bet he wasn’t seeing you in front of him. In his mind, you were one of his missions, and you were posing as a threat to his disoriented brain.

You took as deep of a breath as you could, smiled warmly and let your body go lax, letting Bucky know that you were no threat to him. “It’s me, Bucky. Y/N. You know me, baby. Try and wake up and see me. I don’t want to hurt you, I would never hurt you. I care about you, Bucky, just as much as you care about me. Please, baby, wake up.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, both from the stress and the obstacle of a metal arm closing your throat. He blinked a few times as if the mist in front of his eyes was clearing, and when he saw the scene in front of him, he jumped off of you.

He was now panting heavily, his whole body shaking. You coughed a little, trying to regain your normal breathing. You touched your neck and knew that it would bruise in the morning based on how much it hurt. But you put that all aside and crawled towards Bucky, whose eyes were on the sheets now, his arms hugging his body.

You touched his cheek, and he flinched, which made you flinch as well. You weren’t scared of him, but you weren’t sure if he was really awake and if he would listen to you. His eyes saddened even more if it was possible. He made himself believe that you were afraid of him, and he couldn’t believe what he just did.

“I’m dangerous, doll. I’ m-I’m sorry that I put you through that, I won’t ever-“

“Shhh,” you said and despite his protests cradled his face in your arms, and pull him softly towards you, so that your foreheads were touching. He was still breathing as if he ran a marathon, and despite not being enhanced, you could hear his heart beating like a crazy from where you were sitting. “Watch my breath and try and match it, Bucky. Easy. In, out, in, out,-“he didn’t fight you on it and just did what he was told. You breathed with him until you were 100% sure his heart wouldn’t burst out.

But even then, you didn’t let go. His eyes were closed, and his body was still slightly shaking, but you could see that he was getting it all under control. “I’m so sorry, doll. I never meant to hurt you, but I just-“Tears were welling up in your eyes, seeing this strong soldier, this hero so vulnerable in your arms was breaking your heart. You needed to make sure he knew he was safe in your arms and always would be.

“You didn’t hurt me, Bucky. But if you wanna talk about it, I’m here, you know that, right?” He huffed out and dared to pull away a little to check on your neck in the dark room only illuminated by the light of the moon. “Your neck is bruised already, how the hell can you say that I didn’t hurt you?” His sadness and regret were now transforming into anger directed at himself. You quickly grabbed his hand, so that he didn’t have stupid ideas like running away from you.

“It might be bruised, but you know me, I slap my thigh a little harder, and it bruises, it’s no big deal. And before you say anything, it really isn’t. You listened to my voice, and you woke up, so stop blaming yourself for something that you can’t really control.”

He buried his face in your neck and breathed. You let your fingers play with his hair and scratch his scalp because you knew it always calmed him down. “I thought I was back in Russia. I saw the face of one of my trainers, and I just couldn’t hold myself.”

“Was it a memory or wishful thinking?”

“Memory. He was the one putting my body through most of the shit, he would whip me to obedience, that’s why I have some of those little scars on my back. But because I heal so quickly, most of them were gone before our next training. When I got the chance, I killed him. I’m not proud of it, but-“

“Shhh, it’s ok. He hurt you, baby, he deserved to die, and he is lucky you got to him first, ’cause I’d take much longer before I’d sent him to hell.” Bucky chuckled lightly, and you knew that the worst was over. He hugged you tighter, revelling in the feeling of your body against his.

“Don’t you wanna go and have the neck checked? Just in case. I wouldn’t want you to have some permanent damage because of me.” You had to smile at him.

“I’m fine, really, scout’s honour! I’m good, we’re good, you hear me?”

You searched your face, looking for any sign of fear or anxiety created by the closeness between the two of you. “I’m not scared of you, Bucky. Not in this sense. Am I scared you’ll break my heart? Hell yeah. But I know you would never hurt me intentionally. You ain’t getting rid of me that easily.”

He nodded, deep in his thoughts. You kissed his cheek and smiled at him. “It’s still pretty early, or very very late, depends. So how about we steal a few more hours of sleep before we have to face the world?”

—-

You and Bucky slept till 10, and because it was Sunday morning, nobody really gave a shit. You woke up sooner than him, your bladder screaming to be relieved, and when you were washing your hands, your eyes inevitably fell to your neck.

It wasn’t a pretty sight, and you knew that Bucky would be kicking himself for this for weeks. You knew you had to cover it up somehow, and a turtle neck wasn’t an option in 80F. You tried to put some make-up on it, but nothing really worked, and you dreaded the moment Bucky woke up.

You could hear him groaning even before you saw his sleepy eyes and rustled hair. “Morning, Sleeping Beauty. You gotta get up if we want to go out with the other around noon.” You reminded him and looked as if he had to think about what it was that you so desperately wanted to see. And then he remembered and grinned. An amusement park. The team never really had a chance to do anything fun, so an amusement park was a good way to unwind a little.

Bucky smiled at you, but then he caught a glimpse of your neck, and his smile fell. He jumped out of bed, and despite the protests you were voicing quite loudly, he wouldn’t let you get rid of him. He inspected, and you could see the regretful look sneaking back to his beautiful face.

“Stop doing this to yourself, Bucky. I’m fine, really, and I’m gonna wear a scarf or something so that you don’t have to stare at it the whole afternoon.”

“I just hate the fact that it was me who did this to you! I mean, if you showed me your neck, and told me that some motherfucker did this to you, I’d kill him, but like this? I just- I don’t know how to express you my regret about last night. It won’t ever happen again.”

What won’t happen again? You having a PTSD, or you sleeping in my bed? And if I were you, I’d think about your answer for a bit. Because I know about your nightmares and we can make it out together, but if you aren’t ever next to me, then I can’t help you.”

You just wanted Bucky to realise that you didn’t care. Sure, you were scared at the moment, but you knew you could get him out of it, and if not by yourself, that therapy would do the trick.

He unexpectedly hugged you, resting his head on top of yours, caressing the back of your head. “If you think that we can get through it together, then I’m all in, doll. I just hate seeing you in any kind of pain. And I hurt you too much already.”

You shushed him. “I don’t wanna hear any more of this, ok? Let’s enjoy the afternoon, please. You can redeem yourself by winning some flower or a plush toy, think you can do that, Sergeant?”

“You bet your cute ass I can. I’ll win every damn thing there is!

—-

Bucky stayed true to his words, because, naturally, he excelled on all the shooting ranges, so not only did he win multiple roses for you, he also won the ultimate prize of the day, and you were now dragging an almost 6 feel tall bear behind you. The team was so carefree, and you loved the change of environment and could see that it suited them really well.

People raised their eyebrows because of your scar, but nobody dared to ask you. They all probably thought you just had a big-ass hickey that you tried to cover. And you were ok with that. You just wanted Bucky to forget about the night, enjoy the afternoon with his friends and not care about his past for a second.

He, Steve and Sam were currently on a gigantic pendulum ride, which your stomach hated even from the ground. You were sure that if you were to step on that thing, you’d actually die there. Bruce and Tony were on a Pirate Ship, just like the two kids they were. The rest of the team was scattered around the park, and you were patiently waiting on Bucky. You could see that neither of them was that preoccupied with the ride, and they were just chatting.

You rolled your eyes at them. Damn superheroes, they can’t even have fun properly! You thought and laughed to yourself a little. As you were watching the ride, you could see from the corner of your eye, that a guy stood next to you, and that he was trying to be as invisible as he could while he checked you out.

He probably liked what he saw, because out of nowhere, he put a hand in front of your face and waved. It startled you a little, but you smiled at him politely and then diverted your eyes back to the ride. You could see that it was in the last section of its swinging time and that the boys would be getting off any time.

The body probably didn’t get the message, because now he was talking. “Hey, pretty girl. You here alone?” You smiled politely again and shook your head. “Nope, I’m here with my friends actually.”

He was now standing really close to you, and all you wanted to do was roll your eyes at him and make him leave. “Don’t you wanna have the ride of your life?” You frowned a little and gave him a confused look. “Excuse me? No, I don’t think I want that.”

“Haha! I mean, if you don’t want to go on some ride with me, sweetheart?”

You smiled again, but this time even this thick-skulled idiot had to see how forced it was. “No, thank you. I’m waiting for my friends, and we’re about to go on a ride together.” It was only when he touched the small of your back that you scrunched your face and pushed him away. What you didn’t see, was Bucky and his angry face coming your way.

“What’s the problem here? You ok, doll?” Bucky asked worriedly and turned to face the guy, standing between you and the douchebag.

“We’re good, Buck. Let’s go. Some guys just don’t understand that no means no.”

The guy probably knew who Bucky was, and even if he didn’t, Bucky’s posture was intimidating enough, even without prior knowledge. It was when the guy looked over his shoulder and saw Captain American and Falcon standing there, that he understood that he really chose a bad girl to try and push into something. He squeaked his apology and ran away.

“You sure you’re good, Y/N? I could’ve kicked his ass for you.”

“Imma kick your ass if you don’t go to that merry-go-round as you promised!” He chuckled, completely relaxed now that you were in his arms again, and led you to the ride.

“The view’s beautiful, don’t you think?” You gushed, looking at the outlines of New York in front of you. “Yeah, never seen anything prettier,” Bucky whispered right into your ear. When you looked at him, he was staring at you already.

“You’re being cheesy, old man! But thank you.”

“I can’t help, the cheesiness comes out whenever I’m around you. And there’s plenty where that came from.”

You laughed and pecked his cheek. “I think we should have a night full of cheesy one-liners, trying to out-do each other.”

Bucky hugged you tighter and laughed with you. “Oh, you’re on, doll! By the way, can we talk about what you called me when we first woke up today?”

Oh, snap! So he noticed, you thought. You tried to play dumb, even though you knew it was a battle already lost.

“What do you mean, like when I called you Buck? I do that all the time, your memory is leaving this world!”

“Haha, yeah, really funny, smartass. You know exactly what I’m talking about! You called me baby, over and over again.” He was smirking at you stupidly, and you just wanted to slap it away or kiss it away… You weren’t quite sure yet.

“If it bothers you so much, m’Lord, it won’t happen again.” This little commented resulted in Bucky pinching your side, and you smacking his chest.

“I loved it, I could definitely get used to it.” He whispered, his voice suddenly much lower than before.

“We’ll see about that… baby.” You winked at him and got out of the cart because the ride was over. “Wait you, little minx, you just wait!” Bucky yelled and ran to your side.

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Bangtan fics that I’ve read and liked (will get updated)

uhh, so the thing is that a lot of jikook fics will be in here, as it is my otp. But I have also put in many others. Thank you!!! (this goes in descending order, so newer ones will come on top, and i still have a lot of older fics, they’ll come at the bottom) (all fic titles in italics are my ult favs and all ships in bold have their plot and are not just implied)

On Patrol and On Patrol - Season 2 : jikook, yoonseok, namjin, police au, LOVE this series, check it out!

summary: Officer Jeon has his eyes on Mr. Adorable.Officer Min has a strange neighbor he can't seem to keep out of his life.Captain Kim finds comfort in his son's homeroom teacher. Well, cops need some loving too, right?

A Gilded World : i cannot believe this fic aint down there, yoonjin, must read, chaebol au (i love them), ULT FAV, kdrama au, with vmin who has a tiny storyline too, and side namseok, rated E, 169k words, bros jinkook, READ IT, the fic that got me interested in yoonjin.

summary: Jeon Seokjin has exactly four weeks to stop the impending engagement of his younger brother, doomed to a loveless marriage. The only way to stop it is to make a better match, more advantageous, more lucrative for the Jeon family. It's impossible. It's his only option.Min Yoongi does not want, will never want, will never ever even consider, marriage. It's not in the cards. He's stubborn enough to achieve the total ban on marriage talks. Except maybe his grandmother is a little more stubborn than he is, and maybe she's determined to see him march down the aisle.The chaebol arranged marriage au that exactly one and a half people asked for.

baby, love me hard and hold me tight : jikook, ceo kook, tsundere-yet-not-so-tsundere min, lots of smut, dancer jimin. summary’s too long.

all the light we cannot see : yoonkook, spaceship au, tsundere yoongi, wow i read a lot of those, rated E, 109k words.

summary (part of it): (when jeongguk finally gets his chance to sail the cosmos, it’s onboard the ship of an aggravating man named min yoongi. he thinks it’ll be extraordinarily dull—but the universe, and the legend of treasure planet, have other plans.)

note: another not so common yet not completely rare pair, i honestly love this fic so much.

nobody's like you : jikook, college au, pissed jimin,dense kook, a cute fic, rated T, 20k words.

summary: if you have a crush but you don't know you have a crush, is it really a crush? and other great philosophical debates with jeon jeongguk.

or, jeongguk kinda fucks up and jimin can only take so much.

흰 여름 ('White Summer') : yoonmin, non-au, lil angst, rated T, 24k words.

summary: “Diversity,” Namjoon had said when he had explained the concept to them. “Learning to love yourself, no matter what.” “We already did that,” Yoongi had pointed out. “Literally the same title.” But Namjoon, when he looked at him, had seemed strangely bright and somber at the same time. “Not like this,” he had said.Or, Jimin and Yoongi have to kiss for an MV. And deal with the fallout.

7 Minutes in Heaven : yoonmin, highschool au, fluff, mutual pining, rated T, 8.4k words, too long a summary.

♛ Chrysoprase ♛ : vmin, abo but with a twist, aristocracy au, ongoing, a piece written beautifully, rated E, 39k words, rich tae and poor min.

summary (partial): Taehyung is a rich boy who gets captivated by a trapeze act from an unknown Omega at a theater show sending him on a ride of emotions--and ruts.

Mono No Aware : jikook, rated E, 104k words, divorce au, model agency au, summary’s too long.

Cotton Candy : highschool au, yoonmin, highscool band au, another GREAT fic, set in the 90s, 240k words, rated E.

summary (partial): As spring turns into summer, school band Cotton Candy unexpectedly loses its singer and the members are forced to look for a new vocalist. Six boys find one in the form of the promiscuous pink haired boy Park Jimin who makes a home in their hearts and finally finds a place he belongs.

Beta Tau Sigma : come FIGHT me, but this IS a classic, frat au, i scrolled through this long ass post twice, i cant believe its not down there, namjin, you need an ao3 acc to read this, anyways i suggest you to make one, crack, 123k words, rated M, shenanigans, side yoonmin with a tiny storyline, FAV.

Before This Christmas : taegi, non au, amnesia, a great fic, rated T, 8k words, summary’s too long.

black versus blue : taekook, soulmate au, a LOT of angst, i LOVE this fic, hurt/comfort, dr tae, side yoonmin and namjin, rated E, 41k words.

summary: Taehyung had always dreaded meeting his soulmate, unlike the rest of the world’s population. He always hid the words scrawled in black cursive on the inside of his right wrist and felt terror at the thought of them turning blue, of his soulmate speaking them.

And as he sprinted down the packed Seoul sidewalk, hot tears streaming down his cheeks and sobs choking his throat, he knew he'd been right.

Or was he?

sick boy : vmin, LOTS of homophobia, fluff and angst, dystopian korea, its a really good fic, rated M, 8k words, side namkook and yoonseok.

summary: Jimin has always lived in a society where pride was held higher than anything else. His kind nature is unwelcome, and he spends most of his life alone.

Taehyung is the boy who dyes his hair every week, is too eccentric for his own good and is, most importantly, not like the rest of the town that they live in.

Look out the window, do you see love? : jikook, I LOVE THIS, kidnapping au, ceo kook, college student min, tsundere kook, heavy smut and drama, rated E, 100k words, summary too long.

a blessed touch, skin deep : yoonjin, slightly platonic, oneshot, fluff, massage au, but not the smutty kind, rated G, 3k words.

summary: Hoseok recommends his favorite masseur to Yoongi.

Yoonjin Massage AU, with side Hoseok/Jimin and Taehyung/Jungkook

the heart of a siren : jikook, pirates au, angst, enemies to lovers,rated E, 92k words.

summary: Beware of what you take from the sea. She is not a treasure to be plundered, but a dark, vast void that will swallow you up and think nothing of it.

The Collabofornication : yoonmin, idol au, rapper au, lots of smut, 32k words, enemies to lovers, rated E, 32k words, summary’s too long, really good.

teeter totter : jihope, such a cute fic, 5+1, i love this one, neighbours au, 5k words, rated T.

summary: five times jimin accidentally stumbles into his neighbour and the one time it’s very much on purpose.

Take Care : a short jikook, accident au, angst and fluff, rated G, 2k words, college au.

summary: Roommates Jungkook and Jimin are in the midst of a friendship rift until an accident brings them together again.

Bibbidi Bobbidi Boo : yoonmin, rated T, royal au, 34k words, cute, i really like this twist on classics kinda thing.

summary: Everyone (including Taehyung, Jimin's best friend) could only talk about the ball the royal family was going to give in honor of the princes. Every single one was thinking and worrying about which clothes they should wear and how to impress the two, very single, princes. Jimin? He could only think about the new regular, who had a sweet tooth and the cutest smile he had ever seen.

The Universe Has Moved For Us, Without Missing A Single Thing : minjoon, such a feel good fic, tsundere min, canon, with a bit of yoonjin, so good, rated M, 14k words.

summary: Jimin is tasked to create his next comeback with his least favourite producer at BIGHIT, RM.

He is petty and bitter from day one.

Or, is he just really bad at feelings?

yesteryear's charms : jikook, hp au, a lot of fun, enemies to lovers (if you dont know, im a sucker for this particular trope), rated M, 18k words.

summary: After losing a bet, Jimin has to perform the Jingle Bell Rock routine from the iconic Muggle film, Mean Girls, at Hogwarts' annual talent show, dressed in red pleather and black knee-high boots. He receives a bigger reaction from certain people (read: ult rival Jeon Jeongguk) than expected.

a dose of salt : jikook, I LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS FIC, with a lot of taejin, doctors au, enemies to lovers, pls check it, its great, rated E, 145k words, ongoing, almost finished.

summary: Park Jimin is a renown cardiothoracic surgeon—a genius, a medical prodigy, the best surgeon at the hospital. He’s kind, friendly, handsome, and patient. He’s also the son of the hospital’s Chairman. But nobody needs to know that since he’s worked for and earned everything he’s accomplished on his own without the help of nepotism.Everyone loves him.

Everyone but Jeon Jungkook, the hot new military trauma surgeon straight out of the army. The decorated veteran is brilliant and quick witted, but has a hot temper and absolutely zero tolerance for bullshit.

When Park Jimin makes a bad first impression on him, things get extremely salty between the two very different personalities.

playing with fire : vmin, ONE OF MY ULT FAVS, rated T, 30k words, college au, drama actor v, dancer min, enemies to lovers, SO GOOD, laser tag.

summary: Despite never seeing eye to eye on things, Taehyung and Jimin find that they have more in common than expected through a game of laser tag, a play and a dance competition.

At 4 O'clock, I'll Stay : vmin, footballer (soccer) v, bar owner min, enemies to lovers, a good fic, grumpy min, rated E, 35.8k words.

summary (part of it): the one where Taehyung goes to Jimin's bar to talk bad about his latest soccer matches and Jimin waters down his drinks by "accident."

Happy Ending : namseok, implied OT7, massage au, rated M, smut, 2.3k words.

Rose Quartz and Pink Opal : such a good fic, i love this, if its down there im sorry just tell me in the comments, jikook, rated T, 21.4k words.

summary: “Everyone is born with either 1 or 2 small powers. If 1, then your soulmate has the other. They will swap the first time you see each other, and you will obtain both when you fall in love. If born with 2, you have no soulmate.”

tell me how to make this better : hurt/comfort, angst, vmin, non au, such a good fic, go check it, summary’s too long, rated T, 44.6k words.

loverboy : vminkook, a masterpiece, manipulation, assasin au, powers au, rated M, 9.7k words.

summary: this much jimin’s figured out: sometimes, somehow, his words make people fall in love with him.

Never Judge a Book by its Cover : jikook, rated M, library au, 25k words

summary: Thanks to Jungkook's idiot best friend, he drowned the books he borrowed from the library. Now, he has to work there to work off his debt. He doesn't really like the job but that one boy that always has his nose burried in his books makes his days much better.Or in which Jungkook meets bookworm Jimin and falls harder than he thought he would.

note: squeelll, I love this fic!

we've got chemistree : jikook, rated T, 19k words, fake dating au. (can’t put summary bc its too long)

note: I love love love it. do check it out.

The Pink Envelope : yoonmin, no ratings, 12k words, highschool au.

summary: to a prompt I received on tumblr "Oh shit, sorry I got the wrong locker" When Jimin is sending love letters to his crush via locker but fails because it is Yoongi's locker.au where 6 of them are highschool students (Jin has already graduated)... and Jungkook is also in highschool with the rest of them (please don't ask me why I just want him to be there hahahaha)

note: cute and fluffy.

Him : jikook, rated M, 35k words, college au, dancer!jimin au.

summary: 'And like the dawn, you woke the world inside of me You were the brightest shade of sun when I saw you' or “I mean a muse,” explained Yoongi, eyes traveling to Hoseok. “Someone that makes you feelthe shots. Not only take them.”Jeongguk snorted. “You’re just whipped.”“Maybe,” agreed Yoongi, winking. “But it works.”

note: touched my feels, lovely.

Nu ABO: A Memoir by Park Jimin : jikook, rated E, 34k words, non au, a/b/o au.

summary: The world didn't think it was necessary to give him a guide when it shoved all of these omega hormones at him, so here it is, Park Jimin's handbook on dealing with heats, unrequited love, and Jeon Jungkook.

note: amazing! Omega jimin dont wanna be an omega, and tries really hard to be an alpha. easily one of my faves.

Blackjack : yoonseok, vmin, namjin, chat fic, game fic, slightly creepy but light hearted, happy ending, not your ordinary chat fic, LOVE this, puzzles, mystery, rated T, 78k words, summary too long.

Fake Sugar : jinkook, rated E, non-tropey sugar daddy au, competitive eater jin, rich jungkook, fake sugar daddy, 87k words.

summary: im sorry, its too long. but ill put part of it.

(Hedge Fund wunderkind and Certified Awkward Gay Jungkook needs a sugar baby to show off at work, and Professional Competitive Eater and Objectively Beautiful Human Jin just wants to stop working shitty side-jobs. Fake Sugar Daddy AU. A trope and a half.)

note: a rare pair fic. (that rhymes, lol) i love the author, i have read all of his fics, i think.

Worldwide Lonesome : yoonjin, rated E, 39k words, non au.

summary: After the BBMA, Yoongi starts bringing guys back to the house.

note: i honestly love this ship and fic, it talks a lot about how closeted jin is and this fic has a great characterization for jin.

Pause, Rewind, Play: jikook, non au, rated G, 3k words.

summary: Jimin doesn’t know why it starts. Maybe it’s the eightieth post he’s seen today about him being rejected by Jungkook. But whatever the reason, Jimin starts to not care anymore.

note: loovve it, short and really good.

The Boy in the Music Box : yoonmin, mystical au i guess?, college au, rated T, 52k words.

summary: Yoongi doesn’t really expect anything special when he finds an old music box in his grandmother’s attic and she tells him to keep it. Oh sure, he expects the music box to be a pretty decoration to add to the stale interior of his small apartment. He expects it to play a tune and he might even dare to expect the barely-functioning little ballerina to dance along to the soft chimes, but that's it, really.The last thing he expects is for the little ballerina to take human form at night and throw his life out of balance with radiant smiles, soft giggles, and a heart-wrenching story.

note: another author i absolutely love, this fic is amazing. its one of the only fluffy ones that has made me weep! do check it out

pick me up, buttercup : taekook, soulmate au, crack au, 9k words, rated G.

summary: AU where your soulmate's first words to you will be tattooed on your wrist when you meet. Which freakin sucks, because Jungkook's forearm will now forever read "Hey baby, if you were a booger, I'd pick you first."What the fuck, universe.

note: a very light fic, i love it so much. its really really good.

Cherry Tree : yoonmin, hanahaki au, angsty, rated T, 10k words.

summary: Yoongi always thought that Jimin looked like a cherry blossom, like Spring had manifested itself in the form of a human.Now he knows for sure.

note: really good, not a tragic ending i swear.

good game, well played : vmin, library au, college au, rated G, 23k words.

summary: AN EXCERPT FROM PARK JIMIN'S PLANNER (ft. Jeon Jeongguk) -grammar reading :( -get pasta -buy the nice guy from the library ❤MY BIG GAY CRUSH❤ coffee

note: super good, college aus are one of my favs.

fairy brat : yoonmin, 3k words, rated T, supernatural au.

sumary: “I don’t know if you know but,” Namjoon says, “Hoseok’s roommate is a little… difficult. Yoongi hyung is a good guy, though, I promise.”“Anyone who lives with Hoseok hyung can’t be that bad,” Jimin says.Jimin could not be more wrong.

note: tsundere yoongi, really good!

The Perfect Japchae : yoonjin, 19k words, rated T, neighbours/college au.

summary: In the eight months he’d lived here, neither of them had done more than nod in greeting when they passed in the hallway. Most of the time he just ignored Kim Seokjin and went about his own business while inwardly seething. A little voice deep down questioned why, exactly, he was so pissed all the time whenever he thought about his neighbour… but Min Yoongi really didn’t have an answer.

note: i love this pairing, such a good fic!!!

aye, love (you led me to a miracle) : yoonjin, rated T, 6k words, Cafe AU, tsundere yoongi.

summary: It’s six in the morning and all Yoongi wants is some fucking coffee.(Not to be, not to be assaulted with a possibly illegal stare and a smile that could probably bring dead flowers back to life, god dammit)

note: such an amount of fluff, i love it.

I need you boy (you're beautiful) : jikook, chat fic, rated T, 18k words.

summary: (part of it)

t h e d e s t r o y e r: jimin who is ur future husband

ChimChimz: ok so like

ChimChimz: here’s the thingy

00ngi: omfg you don't even know who he is

ChimChimz: uM

note: love it, really good.

to be with you : jikook, rated T, non au, 4k words.

summary: 5 times jungkook tries (and fails) to confess to jimin and the 1 time he succeeds.

note: really cute fic, but i think ill not put notes on all fics now, im getting fed up

A Wish Your Heart Makes : kook/everyone, polyyy, smut, another venturing into newer waters fic, rated E, 16.6k words.

summary: "This can't be the right translation," Taehyung says, before Jungkook can do something crazy like just ask to suck Jimin's dick. Taehyung has his phone out, and is frowning as he taps the screen. "But I looked it up on Naver, and there might be something called sex pollen? Sex pollen? Like, plants?"

gladly beyond : jikook, 21k words, rated M, enemies to lovers fic, sports fic.

summary: too long, but jimin sees the tattoo of his “enemy” at a strip club.

note: another trope i love :)

Riptide : jikook, i actually visited this 10 times?!?, rated M, non au, 62k words, rated M.

summary (part of it): A three year story [2013-2016] of coming together, breaking apart, and putting each other back together again. Jeon Jungkook learns about change, growing up, and the hardships of falling in love with a friend.

note: really love it

Hey, Baby, I've Got My Ion You : jikook, chem au, bad puns, rated T, 4k words.

summary:

everyone: fvck the maknae jimin: i'm trying - (aka: chem au where jeongguk jumps two grades and becomes jimin’s lab partner and maybe a little more than that.)

note: copper tellurium (loll)

honest you do : jikook, idol au, reality show au, 26k words, rated T.

summary: “Do you think you’ll be a good husband?” Jimin smiles. “I’ll really, really try.”

Korea's darling, Park Jimin, gets married.

note: a great fic, honestly.

In the Line of Fire : jikook, are you even here?, if so ty, frat au, 11k words, rated E.

summary: For some reason, Jimin was everyone's favorite target.

A truth universally aknowledged : yoonmin, college au, rated T, 6k words.

summary: "It is a truth universally aknowledged that Park Jimin has the most wanted ass out of the whole college."AKA 5 times that Jimin gets asked out and Min Yoongi butts in + 1 time where the tables are turned.

Unrequited : yoonjin, taejin, hanahaki au, rated T, 3k words, not a happy ending.

summary: The Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from one-sided love, where the patient throws up and coughs of flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. The infection can be removed through surgery, but the feelings disappear along with the petals. It can be cured without side effects only when the feelings are returned.

Seokjin starts coughing up crimson-red rose petals.

pulling shapes just for your eyes : taekook, reality show au, rated E, really good (i cant be bothered to make a note lol), 110k words, a lot of sex.

summary: The number one rule when you're a producer on a show like Miss Right, Taehyung thinks, should be do not fall for the bachelor. It's such a shame Taehyung has never been good at following rules.

ringa linga : fluff, yoonmin, one-shot, best man au, rated G, 3k words, crack.

summary: Best man Yoongi needs to pick up the rings for his best friends' wedding. The problem? The clerk won't hand them over.

Enter lifesaver and fake-fiancé, Jimin.

note: light-hearted, really fun.

Heart of War : namjin, 173k words, royalty au, really frickin good, ongoing, rated M.

summary: For the protection of his people, Prince Seokjin has to marry his fiancé’s killer: the alpha king of the most ruthless and feared kingdom in all the lands with a reputation of being a cold blooded monster on the battlefield.

Worst of all, the omega prince doesn't even speak their language.

my heart flutters from the sugar high : taegi, I LOVE THIS FIC IT’S SO GOOOD, <cough> 5.9k words, rated M, canon compliant, crack, every so slighty tropey, just a teeennyy bit, fake dating au.

summary: Yoongi and Taehyung sneak around together, cheating on their diets. The group? They've drawn different conclusions.

Seeking Alpha : jikook, I love this author, 17k words, rated M, a/b/o fic, but not the wolfy (lol) kind, i guess you could say ‘in a modern setting’, cracky.

summary: It was meant to be a “fuck you” to the dating world as Jimin knew it. He was done with dating, fed up with alphas, so he put a message out to the world to say so. How could he have guessed the sweetest alpha ever would respond to it just to prove him wrong?

The Jeon Pack : jikook, a/b/o dynamics, THE BEST abo fic you’ll ever read, 70k words, rated E, the wolfy kind (heh)

summary: Jungkook's pack had survived centuries in the cold unforgiving forest. They followed strict traditions and laws to ensure their survival against nature and rival packs. Soon the responsibility of leading the pack would fall on his shoulders but before assuming the position of head alpha, he needed to choose an omega mate.

The problem was that Jungkook was in love with an omega that hated his guts.

浮世 U K I Y O : yoonmin, i’m pretty sure you’ve read house of cards and songbird and the sea??, this one goes in the same category, a breed of those two classics, Mafia au, rated E, almost complete, 366.9k words, oh and btw if you haven’t the above two ill link them right below.

summary: “Is that what they say about me? I'm stuff of nightmares?” “You own a city and you painted it with your colors,” Jimin says, his voice is quiet and his scent subdued. “Why wouldn't people have nightmares about you? You are scary.” “Are you scared of me?”Yoongi owns a city that he painted red until a man that doesn't seem to truly exist steals something from him. And all the strings lead to Jimin, a succubus who works in one of his brothels.

House of Cards : the LEGENDARY fic, vminkook, gets you right in the feels, dont waste your time here go read it, 394k words, rated E, mafia au.

summary: Jungkook is the heir to a mob empire, the most notorious in the whole of Seoul. Taehyung is a rookie sent in to infiltrate by his select team and bring the empire crumbling down."You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated."

The Songbird and the Sea : AGGHHHH, THIS IS THE BEST FIC EVERRR, made me love pirates, yoonmin, just read it, 255k words, pirate au, rated M.

summary: (wayy too long, go read it!!!)

time slip : jikook, rated T, alternate canon, 29k words, time-related fic

summary: Jimin wakes up in the year 2017, which is very strange, considering the fact that last he checked it was 2013.

note: a great canon fic

A Glass of Water : jikook, but namjoon pov, a fresh fic (others aint rotten mind you), 8k words, rated T, college au.

summary: Namjoon is maybe a little over protective of Jimin and takes it upon himself to find out the identity of his new boyfriend. The others are absolutely no help.

Or, Jungkook and Jimin are dating and everyone knows except Namjoon.

You Broke My Heart (but I broke it myself) : jikook (haven’t you gotten fed up yet XD), anggstty, 19k words, rated M, alternate au.

summary: Jimin's fiancé has abandoned him on his wedding day, and Jeon Jungkook, Jimin's first love and worst heartbreak, is back.

You Don't Bring Me Flour : short jikook, fluff and crack, college au, rated G.

summary: In order to graduate, Park Jimin must convince cute grocery cashier Jeon Jungkook that this sack of flour is his beloved child.

Shooting Stars and Silver Moons : vmin, rated E, 20k words, fake-dating jikook, college au, bff fic.

summary: Yoongi and Jimin make a bet, Taehyung makes bad decisions.

(Or: "I'm kind of pissed you didn't choose me to fake date, I'm your best friend")

blindside : namhope, namseok, blind date au, rated T, i love this fic so much, 12k words.

summary: Hoseok finally somewhat has a date. A blind date, but a date nonetheless.

The Shaman and the Exorcist : namjin, spiritual au, ghost au, but not the scary kind, college au, cracky, rated M, 145k words, apparently i visited this fic 21 TIMES (gasspp), i LOOVEE this too

summary: (too long)

in your eyes (it's where i wanna be) : yoonmin, tooth rotting fluff, rated T, 5k words, college au.

summary: Jimin pauses with his marker inches away from the cup, because — is he really going to do this? Isn’t it a bit old-fashioned to write something flirty on a coffee cup? But no matter what his churning gut says about danger and what the hell are you doing do you want to die, this guy is — with no better way to put it — totally Jimin’s Type with a capital T.

(Or: Jimin accidentally starts a nickname war with the cute blonde who likes his coffee way too bitter.)

i'll stick to you like glue-cose : jikook, rated T, 7k words, enemies-to-lovers kinda, really good.

summary: Jimin merely wanted to study in peace, yet a certain five-foot ten frat boy - unfortunately also a past hook up - that epitomizes the very definition of smugness in one entire body whose ego is as big and full-scaled as the national debt, won't let him.

you're only brave in the moonlight : smuutt, bff au, vmin, college au, rated E, 14k words.

summary: There are reasons, very specific reasons that justify why—in three years of being hopelessly pathetically in love with his best friend—Jimin has not said a single word. Certainly hasn’t made a single move or attempt at a pass.But when it comes down to it, three years is a long time. A very long time.So when Jimin’s dam breaks, it breaks hard.(Or, Jimin asks Taehyung for help with taking photographs.)

(it's a paradise) it's a war zone : jikook, vacation au, really cute, enemies to lovers, rated T, 7k words.

summary: murphy's law states that "anything that can go wrong will go wrong." jimin could maybe make peace with that if it didn't mean sharing a room and a bed with jeon jeongguk, the thorn in his side, for the entirety of his vacation.

once upon a timeshare : jikook, ex fic, rom com style, cute AF, 32k words, rated E.

summary: Jungkook is in desperate need of a vacation, but spending two weeks in Namjoon and Hoseok’s timeshare in Okinawa with his recently separated ex of three years was probably (definitely) not what he had in mind.

Tie Me Down : taegi, lovvveee this fic, really fun, has drama elements to it, rated M, college au, 24k words.

summary: “I’ve just woken up with a fucking splitting headache, to find myself fucking taped to an office chair in a fucking living room that smells like unwashed socks and takeaway food. How am I? How do you think I fucking am?” “Wow. That’s a lot of f-bombs you’re dropping. Did anyone tell you that you need a healthy dose of positivity?”

In which Yoongi’s life is a parody of Taken and Taehyung is just trying his goddamn hardest not to get arrested.

a sugar coated pill and a pick me up : soccer dad fic!!! namjin, kids taekook, rated T, really good, rated T, 25k words.

summary (only a part): namjin are soccer dads who fall in luv

shōnen-ai love you : one of the most fun and cute (read: fluff) fics, vmin, rated T, manga fic, high school fic, 4k words.

summary: "What if I woo him with what he likes?" Jungkook frowns. "Knowing you, it's going to be a disaster." "I'm in pursuit of Park Jimin," Taehyung tells them dramatically, just as the bell rings and the teacher starts writing the first question on the board. "I'll do anything."

Doing anything means, apparently, studying BL manga.

My Cup of Tea : cute and short, minjoon, 6k words, high school fic, milk tea (lol) fic.

summary: One of Taehyung's many admirers tries to woo him by bringing him milk tea every day but Taehyung is lactose intolerant so it's always Jimin who drinks it.

From a distance away, the admirer watches.

Pastel : POLLYY, not really my cup of tea but i wanted to explore you know, jungkook/everyone, i liked it kinda, bdsm, baby kook, daddy kink, rated E, 188k words, bottom jk.

summary: Jeongguk learns the age-old lesson that you can't run from who you are, or who you like, for that matter.

There are a LOT of fics left, I’ll slow update.

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The Bet (pt.2)

Part 1 - Part 2

pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader genre: fluff, a little more angst than the first part word count: 4k warnings: none other than stressful college life

Description: Taehyung and Y/N have managed to form a strong bond over their years of college. According to their friends, the chemistry between the two is undeniable. But the duo would rather not risk the close friendship. The very friendship that’ll be put to test by the boldest of bets, it seems.

A/N: This part turned out to be more like on the “college au” side of things. I enjoyed writing it so much. The ending parts killed me everytime I read it :’) So I really hope you guys like it. I’d love it if you guys let me know what you think of it. Enjoy!

When Y/N woke up next morning, she didn't feel the least bit rested. Considering it was already next morning when she finally came home and went to sleep, it wasn't that surprising. She grabbed her phone to see if there were any texts from.. well, someone she wouldn't admit to be expecting texts from. Instead, a long list of missed calls from both her parents greeted her on the screen. Do I have to meet them? Do I have to get up and shower right now? Her brain answered yes to both. She quickly got ready and rushed to the little café they always met up at.

"So, how was finals week?"

"Do you have to shout mom?" Her mom wasn't shouting but boy was Y/N hungover. Her parents were confused. Both because she was being a prat and because she was wearing sunglasses inside.

"Sorry. I just have a migraine."

"Oh sweety, didn't you take your medicine. You probably ran out on finals week didn't you?" And bingo. Somehow her mom knew how her daughter struggled with exams and still wanted her to do the best.

"Let's buy you some new ones from the pharmacy down the block."

"It's okay, dad. I'll take care of it. How are you guys doing?"

"We're doing just fine sweety. Your mom made-"

"Let's tell her! I can't wait any longer." Her mom cut in. Then she continued with a wide smile.

"Remember the lab you were talking about last mounth? The one you said you loved the work they did."

"Yeah, BioGrid. Why?"

"You know your dad's friend Ryu used to be the driver of the CEO. And turns out, once he drove his wife to the hospital when she went into early labor and saved her life. Anyway, I saw on the newspaper that they were opening a new lab here in our city. So I had Ryu send them your CV. And they want to have you start as an intern."

"What? Mom when did you- and how did you-" Y/N was confused to say the least with all the information she was fed in just a few seconds. "But, I have school."

"I know, dear. They also know you're still a student. They agreed on making the schedule in a way you can do both. I mean with how well you're doing, damn right they should."

Both her parents had proud looks on their faces. It was endearing. But the fact that no one even thought to ask for her opinion beforehand, frustrated her. She was -like always- just suppossed to find a way to handle both. Always had to exceed expectations let alone meeting them. And yes, she'd really love to work there one day. Not this day though. She already had enough migraines regarding school. But, she wasn't gonna argue. This was a topic she could never be found right about. So she just expressed her gratitude and everyone went on with their brunch.

.........

Y/N's phone screen lit up with back to back messages. She rolled to the other side of her bed to reach it.

Tae: Sorry, I was out at the backyard shooting hoops.

Tae: Didn't hear you call.

Tae: Whassup?

She was relieved he got back to her. Hoping it would mean he wasn't avoiding her.

Y/N: No problem. And nothing's up. I mean something is but I'd rather not text about that right now.

Her phone started ringing a few seconds after she sent the text.

-‘Taetae’ calling...-

"Hey, Tae-"

"What happened?"

"I just wrote that-"

"You said you didn't wanna text about it. So I called. Now, tell me."

Y/N smiled. He always just knew how to make it better. So Y/N told him everything that went down and how she felt about it.

"Sounds to me like a great opportunity. Yet, also a great deal of work, huh?"

"Yeah."

"What're you gonna do?"

"What can I do but comply?"

"You can try to talk to your parents-"

"When has that ever been an option? And I already contacted the lab. They said I start Monday. Monday's like tomorrow!" He could tell she was frowning and scrunching her cute little nose, through the phone. "Anyways, what're you up to?"

"Gotta hit the library from now on. Full-on study week awaits. I've to take the make up test next week for plant bio. After I handed my paper to the teacher after the exam and saw the look on her face, I knew I should've given an empty paper instead of writing any kind of answers."

They both chuckled to that.

"Can't be that bad.." after Taehyung didn't reply for like five seconds, she continued, "can it?"

"Oh, it is." Both giggled again. "I was actually gonna ask you to tutor me this week. But you’re starting the internship. I gotta pull it off by myself somehow."

"No way am I letting you suffer plant bio alone. Of course I'll help you."

"You don't have to really. You already have that nanobiotech article review thing Professor Ling assigned you. When's that due again?"

"Shiiiittt. I forgot about that. That's next week.."

"You should get started on it."

"I will. I mean.. first I gotta find an article to review but I got this. And I'm definetly helping you out." She laughed. It was a nervous laugh but a laugh nonetheless.

"Just get started on your stuff. We'll talk later."

"Okay. Text me when you're headed to the library. Bye."

It turned out the next day was indeed Monday. So Y/N started the internship. BioGrid was really nice. She felt happy to be there, witnessing the new frontiers of her field. First they discussed the schedule, then they started working. She never imagined her first day to be this tiring.

After the busy first experience, Y/N finally got on the bus home. She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. It was a set of links sent from Taehyung. All the links were of articles related to nanobiotechnology. She felt her heart flutter.

It was Friday and the week went by in a blink of an eye for Y/N. She was so busy all the time. She mostly went to sleep with headaches and woke up with them still there. Only could drop by the school for a few classes. Oh yes, she was also taking summer school for extra credit. It was easily the most worn out she had ever been. But she was glad she made it to the 9.15 class today, In hopes to finally see Taehyung who she hadn't seen whole week. So naturally, it was dissappointing when he didn't show. As she was walking out of the class she saw the announcement paper hanging on the notice board.

'Classrooms determined for Saturday's Plant Biology make up test'

Holy shit. Y/N completely forgot about tutoring Taehyung. She quickly called him but no response. Again and again she called as she practically ran to his apartment but he never picked up. Once she knocked on his door, she heard someone else alongside Taehyung's familiar voice through it. Then, there was the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer until the door opened.

"Y/N? Hey-"

"I know we only have one day, well even less than a day till the test but we can do this." Y/N brushed past Taehyung and let herself in. "Now step aside and let me force every single bit of knowledge I have upon you abou-"

She swallowed the rest of her sentence when her gaze met Jessie's who was sitting comfortably on Taehyung’s couch.

"Oh, see Taetae? And you thought smartypants forgot about you."

Jessie was being her usual irritating ass self towards Y/N. Y/N didn't have any beef with her, though. She was just another chick who’s sore about the fact Taehyung spent more time with Y/N more than any of the girls in school. Y/N knew being hated by most girls on campus came with the Taehyung friendship package.

"I never said that. And don't be annoying, Jess."

Jess? Really? What happened to Jessica or even Jessie at this point?

"What are you guys-"

“I’m teaching Taehyung stuff.” No one spoke for a brief moment. Because this was definetely not something anyone would consider normal. So, Y/N was kinda right to be baffled.

“Yeah well, who knew? Jess knows school stuff and she can share it with others. Wow, right?”

Jess. Tch….

Jessie just glared at him. “I guess you know all you can fathom at this point. I’m done here.” She started walking towards the exit. She stopped suddenly and turned back to say something she forgot to. “Breathe a word of this me tutoring thing to anyone and you can probably guess that it’ll be ugly.” And with that being said, she walked out.

“So.. are you really ready for the test?”

“As ready as I can be, I guess. I almost peed my pants when Jessie said she could help. But she really knows her stuff, I gotta say. Guess plants are just her thing.”

“I did see her trying to hide her results paper in plant bio once.”

“Yeah, that sounds like her. Hiding good grades to keep from ruining her reputation.” Taehyung smiled. And Y/N couldn’t believe how much that annoyed her. It was just a simple comment about the girl and a simple smile. And Y/N didn’t understand why but she was openly hurt.

“Why didn’t you call me Tae?” she asked with a frown.

“I knew you were busy.”

“I can unbusy myself for you. You know that. Instead you go to Jessica. No wait, what was it? Oh right, Jess.”

Her voice contained anger and dissappointment. And it was coming on much too stronger than she intented to.

“I told you she was the one who offered to help-“

“Yeah, because you confided in her. Not me, not any of our other friends but your Jess.” She practically yelled this part. And as soon as the words came out, she regretted every single one. Y/N knew it was her that messed up, not Taehyung. She supposedly came here to apologize but what greeted her when she came in made her see red. And the rest was history.

“She’s not my Jess. That’s not and will never be a thing.” Taehyung on the other hand remained calm. Even through the bitchy exterior, he knew Y/N was just stressed. He couldn’t bring himself to be angry with her when she had dark circles around her eyes like that.

“And speaking of our other friends, hyungs were asking about you the whole week. So was Chungha. I thought you would’ve at least talked to her at some point.”

Y/N couldn’t speak to anyone lately. Not even her best friend as Taehyung pointed out.

“Anyways, they figured out we hung out last Saturday. The hyungs gave me a ton of crap cuz they didn’t see you since like last month or something and I didn’t take ‘em with us to the party.”

Y/N knew she had a lot to make up for. It was true that she didn’t really hang out with her friends for almost a month. First it was the finals week, now she had the internship. It was starting to get really lonely.

“How are you doing with the article review? I hoped I could take some of the weight of your shoulders but I doubt the ones I sent were helpful.”

Taehyung continued the conversation like the arguement never happened. He wasn’t making eye contact with Y/N though. He went to sit on the table and looked out the window. The way sunshine landed on his face and made the brown locks of his hair seem blonde was perfect. The way his long eyelashes brushed his cheekbones as he blinked was perfect. There he was being all beautiful in front of her. She wasn’t supposed to feel this way.

“Once again, I forgot about that assignment. But the second one you sent was perfect, actually. I’ll go on from that. I only have to clean two labs and write reports on the devices in those labs before, that’s all.”

“Wow. I hope you get paid for that shit.” He smiled a beautiful smile and their eyes met.

“Not enough, if you ask me.” She returned it with a grin.

“Try not to forget about the artice again.” His smile became a part frown to show his worry for a quick moment. Then he broke the eye contact again and continued looking out the window. Y/N felt like it was time to go.

“I’ll see you after your test. We should gather everyone to hang.”

He replied with a nod.

“Good luck.”

She went home after that. And announced a gathering in the group chat as promised.

-‘Chungha monster’ calling…-

“Before you yell, I’m sorry I didn’t check in with you since forever Chungs.”

“You think I’ll yell about that when there’re more important things? You went out on a date with Taehyung!”

“It wasn’t a date! This is why we don’t invite you guys anymore-“

“Yeah yeah, sure. I heard from Cho that he was all over you, so spill.”

“And he said there wouldn’t be anyone there who knew us.”

“Why? So you could do piravate stuf-“

“Chungs stop!” Y/N felt flustered.as.fuck.

“Fine, I’ll force the details out Monday when we meet. I missed our gatherings. Good thing you planned it.”

“I know, me too. See you then!”

Swiftly, the weekend went by with Y/N cramped up in a ton of work again. On her mind was Taehyung. How’d he do for the test? Why hasn’t he called since last time? And why do I miss him like this? She decided to give him space after going kinda crazy on him last time. She just had to wait till Monday. And Monday came but Y/N didn’t know cuz she was still stuck at the lab. In fact she couldn’t go home Sunday night, watching over some plants crucial to an experiment.

This internship had a way of making her lose track of time. Until she saw the 38 missed calls from Chungha. Then she asked for the rest of the day off and ran to her best friend’s aparment.

“Sorry I’m late you guys. I missed you sooo much.” As soon as she walked in, the gang gave her a collective hug. Then each of them scolded her for being absent for such a long time. Especially Jin, he gave like a whole lecture on it.

Jungkook, Jimin and Hoseok trapped her between their bodies and took a bunch of selfies, calling it her punishment. Y/N was giggling as she tried to free herself from three koala bears. Once she finally managed to do so, she gave them a questioning frown.

“Where’s Taetae?”

Jungkook and Jimin immediately looked at each other, then on the ground. Hoseok just shrugged.

“He cancelled last minute. Family thing I guess. We were gonna celebrate him passing plant bio but sadly he can’t make it.” Chungha answered. Y/N’s heart sank. She waited all weekend to give him space. But now it felt like he was out of reach. Even though he was calm and collected last time they saw each other, she felt like he was distant. After what happened at the party, Y/N was more drawn to him then ever before. Like a switch was flipped and she wasn’t able to put away the attaction she felt like she used to be. But he was acting like it didn’t even happen. Like nothing changed for him. It drove her crazy.

“Oh, Y/N. Proffesor Ling told me she loved the review you sent her. She just couldn’t put in the marks due to a problem in the system. She says grades will be up there in a few days.”

“What? I didn- I mean I forgot about that again and I- but how-“

“Girl, you’re blabbering. Let’s start the movie guys.”

Y/N didn’t even focus for a moment during the movie. She checked her mail and saw that the article review was indeed sent. But it wasn’t her who did that. Apperently it wasn’t Chungha either so that left only one person. The one guy that wasn’t here right now. The guy who made Y/N’s heart beat out of her chest.

After the movie everyone went their own way. It was already dark outside. Despite being tired Y/N didn’t want to go home. Ever since she started as an intern, it felt like she had no time to do stuff. She decided to take a stroll down the riverside. Tonight was also too breezy to be a summer night and Y/N didn’t have a coat, again. The river happened to be really close to Taehyung’s place. Would you look at that coincidence! There was nothing more Y/N wanted than to see him at that moment. So she went to his place and knocked his door, waiting anxiously.

A messy haired, puffy faced, confused looking Taehyung opened the door. Great, now I wanna snuggle up to him.

“Were you sleeping? Sorry-“

“Hey, no it’s okay.” His voice deep and raspy, its affect on Y/N indescribable. “What’re you doing here?”

“Umm.. I was just by the river and it got kinda chilly but I couldn’t find a cab and I thought you might be up but you must be tired I should’ve just-“

“Breath Y/N. Come in.”

Taehyung plumped down on the couch. Y/N sat next to him a second later. But like really next to him. No space kinda next to him. Taehyung’s gaze was fixated on the floor. Until he jumped up suddenly. “I’ll make some coffee or something.”

“Did you do my assignment and send it to Professor Ling?”

Taehyung paused for a moment. “You remember how you logged in to your account on my phone? Well, it kinda stayed there. And I just wanted to check if you sent anything and saw you didn’t. So you know, I mean you already said you liked the second article I sent y-“

“Breath Tae.” they laughed after that and the mood lifted up thanks to it. But Taehyung kept busying himself on the counter and not making eye contact with Y/N still.

“I can’t thank you enough. I wish you would’ve called me and reminded me instead of going through all that trouble.”

“You already had a lot to do. And you had already forgotten about it despite me reminding you like 8 times. I just scrabbled some stuff, it wasn’t like any trouble. Let’s hope you actually get a good mark.”

“Professor Ling loved it. And she never gives compliments to me. It must’ve been more than a scrabble.”

Taehyung actually made a lot of effort. More effort than he ever made for his own work. Not that he’d admit it to her face right now.

“So how was your day?”

“Oh, I didn’t do much. In fact I don’t think I even got out today. Kinda feeling under the weather a little.”

“Wait. Didn’t you have a family thing?”

Shit. He just exposed himself. He dropped the porcelain mug and cut his hand on the broken pieces.

“Tae, are you okay?” Y/N ran to him in worry. “Let me see.”

She saw it was bleeding and cleaned the wound for him. Taehyung pointed to the cupboard where first-aid stuff were. She wrapped bandages around his hand. She didn’t let go of his hand when she was done though. She stood there, really close to him and looked him in the eyes. Like trying to transmit a message from her eyes to his. It was just like their many moments back at the party. Full of tension, suspense and longing. Taehyung panicked and stepped away.

“Thanks for the-“

“What’s going on Taehyung? Cuz it seems to me like you’re trying to avoid me. I mean you won’t even make eye contact. And I don’t get it because you’re also looking out for me, doing my assignments for me without even making it known. You’re making me confused. And driving me crazy!”

“I’m driving you crazy? That’s rich.”

“What do you mean-“

“Friends look out for each other don’t they? And since I’m your friend I try to do my part. You know.. as a friend!”

“Taehyung I-“

“And yeah I’m avoiding you. I’m trying to stay the hell away from you because I can’t-“ he paused and lowered his loud volume before he continued. “After the party I just can’t stop thinking about you.”

Y/N felt like her voice was ripped out of her. She wanted to say something, that she also had him on her mind. How she felt so grateful for his help, how she was so sorry for not being around. But she just couldn’t utter a word.

“Look I- it wasn’t just impulses that night. It was a long time coming for me. Because you drive me crazy. But you were right. We’re close friends. You’re practically my best friend. And I can’t lose you. I just have to pull it together.”

“Tae-“

“Don’t feel awkward. Please don’t feel awkward okay?”

“Let me speak dumbass.”

Taehyung couldn’t even look at her. It was unbareable to wait for what was about to come. He, who was a known campus fuckboy -which he may or may not have taken pride in- never developed these kind of feelings for another girl. Well since they met freshman year, he didn’t really have much emotional availability for other girls. Not like this girl right here. The girl he bought a blue jacket for.

Once again Y/N walked to him but slowly this time. He was standing next to the kitchen counter. She went next to him, leaned back on the counter, then looked at him.

“You won.”

“Wha-“

“You won the bet.”

She could swear she saw Taehyung’s eyes sparkle for a second.

“I did?”

Feeling embarrassed, Y/N lowered her gaze to Taehyung’s chest who was now standing in front of her.

“In a way, you didn’t. Because c’mon, how could I not have developed feelings for you this whole time? It’s just, after the party I couldn’t keep it in anymore. But I thought you were being distant because you thought of it as a mistake or something.” Her voice got smaller towards the end of her sentence.

Taehyung lightly grabbed her chin and made her look up to him. Okay, his eyes are definetely shooting stars. Then, he put his hands on the counter behind her, his arms softly trapping her on both sides.

“You’re looking at me like you’re about to kiss me.”

“What makes you say that?” Taehyung said as he started getting closer.

“Cause last time you were looking at me like that, you almost did.”

He paused. But this time he gave a little chuckle and closed his eyes. Then, their lips met. Y/N melted into the soft, warm and wistful kiss. Taehyung’s lips were honey, they hugged hers perfectly. Y/N moved her hands up from his chest to the back of his head, pulling a little on the tips of his hair. It made Taehyung hum lowly into the kiss and deepen it, pulling Y/N even closer by her waist. Until they finally broke apart to breathe. Taehyung leaned his forehead against hers.

“Wait. This means I have the right to brag about how I made you fall for me for the rest of eternity.”

“But what about the part I romantically declared that I was already in love with you?”

“I’m still telling everyone that I made you fall for me on the dancefloor with my smooth moves, babe.”

Y/N pulled him in for another quick kiss. Taehyung smiled against her mouth.

“I don’t know why we ever worried about ruining our friendship. We get to be best friends who can also make out! How amazing is that?”

“It’s the best idea your smart little brain full of IQ points have ever produced, love.”

Taehyung knew there was no way he’d let her go anywhere tonight after all that.

“So, how ‘bout I get started on that coffee again and you pick an anime for us to binge on my bed till we fall asleep?”

“I wanted to snuggle up to you since I saw you when you opened the door.”

He quickly brushed his nose against hers and then took two mugs from the cupboard.

“Here, you have the blue mug.”

“Yay! I love blue.”

“I know.”

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Author’s note: I can’t believe I just finished my first fic aAgghhH. If you guys bared with me and read that whole ass thing, thank you so so much I hope you liked it. Once again I”m sorry if there are any mistakes. I wish you all a beautiful dayyyyy :)))

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mrs-dragneel-stark-solo · 4 years

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Unforseen Chasm (part 13)

Part 13 of Unforseen Chasm

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together. Word Count: 2436 Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my other fic series). first major Collab with my best friend @thorne93 what was first a simple “what if” moment turned into a two year writing session and I’ve never been more prouder of myself than when i started my first series. goes through most of the MCU plots there are some changes to accommodate for what we wanted and there is a bit of a crossover between the MCU and other characters. I hope you guys enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it.

A piercing scream echoed in the bedroom, making Tony jolt awake. He saw Shannon, in tears, writhing next to him.

“Shan? Shannon? Baby,” he coaxed, shaking her, trying to get her to wake. Finally, she stirred, slapping Tony’s hands away before she was fully conscious.

Her eyes were wild, her breathing frantic. She finally realized where she was as Tony continued to try and hold her.

“Tony?” she said, almost as if she were confused.

“I’m here, I’m here. It’s alright… Another nightmare?” he asked as he pulled her close to him, soothing her.

She nodded. “Mhm. I saw her die, Tony…”

“We don’t know she’s dead,” he retorted.

“It’s been six months, Tony. She hasn’t written back since my last letter. What else could it be?” she argued through the tears.

“I don’t know,” he honestly said, still consoling her.

Only a few hours later, she and Tony started their day. Shannon worked in the lab, as she always did, but the dark circles under her eyes were becoming a permanent fixture on her face. She tried to concentrate but how could she do that when you were out there somewhere? Had you died? If so, why didn’t Thor send word? If you were alive, why were you ignoring her?

Perhaps you really had chosen Asgard over her and Earth. In your last letter to her, you said you would have to make a decision. Perhaps you did and decided to cut all ties with your past.

But she couldn’t bring herself to believe that or accept it. You wouldn’t just abandon her. Even if you decide to make Asgard your home, you would tell her.

She needed to find out what happened to you, but she had no idea where to begin and it was killing her. Tony could see the weight it put on her, Bruce could see it. Even JARVIS noticed it, as he tried to play upbeat songs or help her with her work. She waited and waited on a letter that would never come. She watched every day for a black raven. Every bird that flew by the tower made her head snap up in attention, only for her heart to fall in disappointment as it soared by.

“Is there anything I can do?” Tony asked point blank that night over dinner.

“Got any way to reach an Asgardian god?” she mused, playing with her food, but not eating.

Tony sighed slightly. “No, babe, I don’t… I’m so sorry. I’m sure we’ll hear something from her.”

“Yeah… maybe,” she said, but she was rapidly giving up hope. She cleared her plate and trudged to bed, praying no more nightmares came from you, and that in the morning, there would be some news of you.

Gasping, you woke up in the dark, dismal room that was your hut on this shit planet. It was dark inside, but the doorway was entirely open, no door, and the outside was dim. Your breath became ragged as you hugged yourself. The reality of where you were hit you like a ton of bricks and you began sobbing.

Another day of torture awaited Loki, just as it had yesterday. Thanos made you listen to his screams, watch his anguish, a reminder that if you defied them or failed them this would be the price you would pay. Loki tried to be strong, he tried to be quiet in his pain, but they were too extreme. They used some sort of stone to twist his mind, to inflict pain. They beat him daily with their weapons, all while you sat by and watched.

You were a prisoner in a foreign land, doomed to watch the love of your life suffer, while you were fed lies at the hand of man you could not fight.

“My love?” Loki asked, sitting up with a sleepy voice. Sleep was the only thing that kept him sane… well, other than you, vowing your love to him every night. You swore you would make them pay for what they had done to him, to both of you. Each night you caressed him, held him close, and pledged your undying love to him. Mainly so he wouldn’t think you were trying to betray him, because thanks to Thanos, everyone looked like an enemy to Loki.

He heard your sobs and instantly sat up to pull you close to him.

“I want to go home,” you said in the most desperate tone you’d ever used, sobbing strangling your voice. “I miss my family. I miss Shannon. I miss Lucky.”

“I know, darling,” he said quietly before kissing your hair. “I know…” It killed Loki to see you in this much torment, because if it weren’t for him, you wouldn’t be here. If he’d just stayed on Asgard he wouldn’t watch you suffer, and he wouldn’t be in tremendous pain every day.

But he couldn’t change the past.

You clutched him as if your life depended it on it. If it weren’t for Loki, you would’ve just killed yourself a long time ago. It would be better than living in this Hell. He held you back, equally as tight, hoping that he could make this better some way. Nothing came to mind. He had no way to get you to Earth. He did not know this realm well at all and was not allowed to wander.

You cried the rest of the night until the Chitauri guards literally ripped you from your bed and threw you at Thanos feet. He would use the magic stone to pull your insecurities out, twist them, bloat them, then put them back in your head. Meanwhile, Loki was brainwashed only ten feet from you, and brutally beaten down, so that he would not have the strength to fight them off.

This…

This was your life for the last six months, and it would be still for the foreseeable future, and you weren’t sure how much more you could take.

A knock came at Shannon’s apartment. Well, technically your apartment. But you hadn’t seen this place in over a year. Somewhere, deep within you, you knew you should be nervous about this encounter, but you couldn’t find it in you. Hopefully she opened up soon, though, because right now in your all black ensemble (including combat boots, leather pants, a hooded robe, and black corset), you stuck out like a sore thumb.

Finally, she opened the door, taking you in.

“Y/N?” Shannon breathed, her eyes raking over you.

“It’s me,” you said, grinning softly.

In an instant, she wrapped you in a tight embrace. So tight, you thought maybe she would cut off your oxygen, but as a goddess that was impossible for her. At least using her physical strength.

“Y/N, where the hell have you been? Did you get my letter asking you to come back? Why haven’t you written back to me?” She railed you with questions.

You laughed and said, “If you let me inside, I’ll explain everything.”

“Right, yeah of course this is your home too.” She moved to the side to let you in.

You gave an awkward laugh, not sure how to respond to that. She was right but this didn’t feel like a home.

“Is Tony here?” you asked, peering around.

“No he’s back at the tower, he’s been working on some updates for one of his suits,” she said as she walked to the living room. “To be honest I haven’t seen him in a few days. I get updates from JARVIS if he’s slept.”

You nodded slightly. “Oh that’s good.” You stopped for a second and corrected yourself. “I mean, it’s good that he’s working. He’s always inventing something, working, that’s good. Not so much about the fucked up sleep. How are you two doing, anyway? Still… dating?”

“Well we haven’t really gone out too much since the last time. We’ve both been busy on our ends. I’m working with Jane recently on creating some new tech for her research.” She played with her fingers. “We eat dinner together when we can,” she sighed like it was a weight on her.

You frowned sorrowfully. “I’m… sorry to hear that. And I’m sorry I haven’t gotten back to you. I never got another letter. I told you about my parents and…Well… I got busy.”

“Forget about me, tell me all about Asgard! All the picture you sent were stunning! Do you plan on publishing any of your notes of your studies there?” she asked eagerly wanting to catch up on lost time. “I mean it’s been a whole year you must have tons of new discoveries made.”

“Oh, yeah, I discovered all kinds of things while I was away. Things you wouldn’t believe. Asgard truly is stunning. It has a lot of…shocking details about it. I will make sure the world knows all about Asgard,” you promised with a double-edged grin.

“Tell me more, Y/N. There’s got to be so many things you wanna tell me! I mean, that’s if you wanna tell me,” she said, feeling like she was being to pushy. “Maybe later we can go to the tower and see what tricks Queen Frigga and Loki taught you?”

“Absolutely! Could you make some tea first though? I’m a little parched,” you requested. “I would love to go to the tower. I can’t wait to see Tony. I’m sure he’ll be surprised to see me. Has he asked about me?”

“Anything for you, Y/N! Yeah he was missing being able to bother you sometimes. He would ask if I’d heard from you,” she said while going to start the water for the tea. “I bet it will be a surprise for him but it’ll be a good way to get him out of the lab. It might even make Lucky happy. He’s been pretty sad lately with your absence. It’s like he remembers you sometimes and gets sad,” she said looking over at the picture of the three of you at the park.

A twinge of pain twisted inside your heart at her words. You never intended to hurt Lucky. Your eyes followed her gaze to a photo on the wall. You remembered that day, barely. You were a different person then – human, physicist, powerless….

“That’s sad to hear. I hope to see him when we see Tony. And Bruce? How is Dr. Banner doing? Still getting angry and turning into the Pissed off Green Giant?” you asked with a perch of your eyebrow.

“He hasn’t hulked out as much as he used to. I’ve been helping him find ways to keep the big guy calm.” She looked over to you to see a change in your mood you seemed a bit down. “But I have heard him argue with the big guy a few times”

Your eyes lit up. “So, he still struggles with the Hulk, hmm? Hasn’t quite caged the beast?” you asked, a sparkle in your eyes.

She didn’t notice the change in your voice. “It’s a bit hard for him with how Shield has been keeping him in their radar lately. Hulk wants to go somewhere away from them and Bruce won’t allow it with the new advancements he’s made with reversing his mutation.” She walked back to the couch with some tea on the tray with some goodies.

“Oh, so you know where he is?” you asked while taking a cup of tea. “Would you be able to get him to the Tower? I’d love to see him.”

“Last I heard from him was a few weeks ago. Something about flying somewhere to find some sort of botanical garden that could help him.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I could always ask JARVIS to locate him. That is assuming he still has the tracker on him.”

“A tracker? How… handy,” you mused. “Yes, I would very much like to know where Banner is at.”

“We can do that when we head to the tower. I haven’t had a chance to install the Al system into the apartment so I can get my documents sent from the lab here.” She pointed to the direction of the tower. “Did you ever get to defeat Sif or Thor from your training?”

A fond smile fell on your face for a moment. “As a matter of fact, I did. I beat every opponent I came against. I was able to trick Thor, mainly. The rest are just reliant on strength and speed.” You scoffed. “It takes so much more than that to win a war…”

She looked over and was unable to read your emotions. “What…what do you mean, Y/N? You didn’t go off to fight a war, did you?!” She became worried instantly.

You shook your head slightly at first. “No, well… not at first. No. Not intentionally. Don’t worry. I’m fine.” You flashed a smile at her but she wasn’t sold. Of course she wasn’t. She knew you too well and you hadn’t mastered the art of trickery – no, that was Loki’s forte.

“Is everything alright, Y/N/N? You seem a bit off, is there anything I could do? If you need to rest let me know. I’ll see if I can get the training room set for just us two and hopefully Stevie isn’t training in there.” She put her hand on your knee to comfort you.

Her touch made you recoil violently. You couldn’t help it. The only person who could touch you without harming you was Loki.

“I’m sorry about that,” you said, trying to smooth your outfit and hair out. “What were you saying? Ah, yes. Rest. Shannon, I don’t think it’s me who needs the rest. Aren’t you a little tired?” You snapped your fingers once in front of her, hoping that would do the trick you needed.

Shannon saw the way you moved away from her touch and wanted to address it, but she yawned in an instant.

“Now that you say it, I am a bit tired, I haven’t slept well since you’ve been gone. I missed us having those late night chats.” She stretched. “I might go take a small nap before we leave, just a short nap I promise.” She smiled sweetly at you.

You nodded at her. “You do that, darling. I’ll be right here when you wake up,” you promised.

With that, Shannon stood up and walked back to her bedroom. When her door closed, you pulled out your phone and made a quick phone call, staring down the hall. “Yeah, I’ve got her. We’re halfway there.”

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the--sad--hatter · 5 years

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Name Calling (4)

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU

PAIRING - BUCKY X READER (female reader, no physical descriptions)

WARNINGS - ALL OF THEM, SMUT, VIOLENCE ANGST

DESCRIPTION - In which the ongoing and bloody war of words between you and Bucky turns in your favor when a disgruntled one night stand of his lets slip a secret when you run into her in the elevator… Now you have all the ammunition you need to destroy your enemy but you don’t plan on killing him quickly. Oh no, Bucky Barnes was going to suffer and you were going to enjoy every second. You just didn’t count on how much you would enjoy it.

CHAPTER FOUR - MURDER ON THE DANCE FLOOR

5 MONTHS AGO

Sam and Steve entered the meeting room, greeting Clint and Natasha who were already there.

“Hey Cap, any idea what’s going on?” Clint asked.

“Tony called the meeting, not me.” Steve told him, his own curiosity burning.

Tony chose that moment to dramatically sweep into the room.

“Alright kids, I come bearing gifts. Well a gift. And you can’t ask where I got it.”

“Tony.” Steve warned lowly.

Tony grumbled to himself under his breath and pulled his sunglasses of and pinched the bridge of his nose before he sighed and straightened up with a clap of his hands.

“Alright, here’s what I can tell you. Friday, bring up the redacted file.”

“You got it Boss.”

A mans face appeared on the screen.

“This is Doctor Jack Docherty, former HYDRA scientist. Thirty five years ago he was one of their top scientists, until the Nazi bastards decided that this guys views were too sadistic for them.” Tony declared.

There was silence around the room as everyone looked at Tony in disbelief.

“Yeah you heard me right. Hydra want to rule the world but as the saying goes, some men just wanna watch the world burn. This here was one of those men. When Hydra decided he was a loose cannon they tried to make him disappear but he had already caught the attention of powerful like minded people and they spirited him away. With their funding and support he established Project Vernichtung.” Tony glanced around, noticing he had everybody's attention.

“Project Vernichtung was created with one purpose in mind, to bring about chaos and destruction. Led by one insane man with a vision. He recruited all the mad scientists from other evil organizations, soldiers with vendettas. They were hell-bent on bringing the earth to it’s knees, by any means necessary.”

“So why have we never heard of them before?” Steve asked

“I have.” Natasha stated calmly. “Vernichtung took recruits from the Red Room.”

“Most of the intelligence community didn’t take them seriously, I’m guessing HYDRA didn’t either.” Clint added.

“Vernichtung flew under the radar for a long time because people either believed they didn’t exist, thinking they were just a made up villain to take the blame or because those who knew they were real didn’t see them as much of a threat.” Natasha leaned back in her chair casually.

“When in actual fact Docherty was just a very patient man. Masterminding the end of the world takes time. For the past 35 years he has been trying to perfect his weapon.” Tony told the team.

“What was the weapon?” Sam enquired

“Not a what, a who. His speciality is human experimentation. Mutants, Inhuman, Super Soldier serums, Gamma Radiation you name it. He spent years playing around with it all, killed hundreds before he got all the ingredients right.” Tony looked deeply uncomfortable at this point.

The screen changed and they were looking at a girl now.

“Meet our newest recruit. Grown in a Docherty’s lab, spliced from all the best parts of various DNA’s he had collected, infused with super soldier serum and cooked with Gamma radiation. She was raised from birth by Docherty, trained to be his world ender. She IS Vernichtung.”

“Is it safe to bring her here, you really think she would be a good addition to the team?” Steve asked.

“So she’s some kind of super hulk?” Clint enquired.

“Please tell me she’s not a Super Hulk.” Sam stammered.

“The facility she was in was operating with stolen Stark tech, when the X-Men located the place they reached out, needed my help getting in. I found her in a cell and carried her out of that god forsaken place. She’s been living in the tower ever since. I personally vouch for her.” Tony’s voice made it clear he was absolute in his decision.

The team exchanged nervous glances.

“It’s not that we don’t trust your opinion Tony...” Steve began

“But I don’t have the best track record, yeah yeah. Alright Spangles, Bruce agrees with me. Pepper adores her and Fury has been begging to recruit her.” Tony rattled off, a victorious smirk overtaking his face.

“And no, she’s not a super hulk.” He added as an afterthought as Sam sighed in relief.

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Bucky absent-mindedly poked at his oatmeal with a spoon while he pursued the newspaper. People read everything online these days but he preferred to read it the old fashioned way with his breakfast. He grunted out a good morning at Steve and Sam as they slid into the seats on either side of him.

“Hey Buck.”

“Sup?”

Bucky sighed and folded the newspaper up, setting it down on the table and looking between Sam and Steve with exasperation.

“Alright what’s going on?”

“Nothing bad man, actually kinda something good potentially.” Sam told him with a reassuring smile.

“We just spoke to Tony. He’s bringing in a new recruit, someone he’s had in the tower for a while now and he thinks she’s ready to move to the compound.”

“Great, and we’re excited about a newbie because?” Bucky enquired

Steve looked to Sam who took the lead

“We, Steve and I were hoping you’d be able to help the new girl settle in.”

Bucky was confused but mostly though he was apprehensive.

“Not sure I’m the best choice for that.” He told them.

The two men on either side of him sighed in unison and Bucky knew they’d heard what he wasn’t saying out loud. He was the worst choice to help someone feel settled, he’d probably only terrify the poor woman. The Winter Soldier just wasn’t a good candidate for the buddy system.

“Actually from what we know, you’re the best choice Barnes.” Sam told him.

“You have similar backgrounds. If anyone can help her it’ll be you and maybe Nat.” Steve agreed.

Bucky listened as they filled him in on what Tony had told them at the meeting. He went through a broad range of emotions as they explained, sympathy, anger, disgust. Eventually he stopped them.

“Just give me the file, I’ll read it my damn self.” He growled as he stormed away.

He knew they thought he was annoyed at the prospect of babysitting but the truth was he couldn’t contain his anger and needed to be alone. What had been done to you, it was inhumane. He remembered what had been done to him when he was The Winter Soldier and when he thought of someone else going through it, a child no less… He needed to be alone when he read your file. Well the redacted one anyway, Stark was keeping most of the gorier details out of the Teams reach.

Over the next few days while the Avengers waited for your arrival Bucky kept to himself, assuring Steve he was fine and promising Sam he’s make you feel welcome. In his mind Bucky had already decided he was going to do whatever he could to help you.

You’d feel nervous, out of place and he would have to be careful to make sure to include you without overwhelming you.

You would need to feel safe so he would show you where all his hidden weapons were around the compound, show you the easiest defendable places.

He had snuck into the room Tony had designated you and rearranged it, moving the bed and sofa so you could see all the exits from them, he personally fitted deadbolts to the doors so you had locks that couldn’t be controlled by a computer. Tony had walked in at one point but said nothing.

In the days leading to your arrival Bucky did everything he could think of to prepare and as he did he found himself getting excited. It had been seventy years since he had felt this protective instinct so strongly. You would need him in a way Steve didn’t any more, more than that you would understand him in a way nobody else could. He thought that you could help each other navigate yourselves to a semblance of normality. You weren’t even here yet but Bucky already considered you a friend.

Then finally, after all his fussing you were here. You entered to common living room behind Tony and Bucky’s breath caught in his chest. You were nothing like he’d pictured yet everything he had imagined at the same time. He had expected you to hide behind Tony but blinked in surprise as you instead put yourself in front of the Iron Man, your eyes flitting across the room to take in all potential threats and escape routes. You were protecting Tony. That should have been expected he thought, you didn’t know any of these people but you knew Tony. His safety would be your priority. Bucky felt a surge of respect, you were pushing your own fear aside and prioritising your friend above yourself.

Yes, you and he were definitely going to be friends. He was sure of it.

PRESENT DAY

Bucky stood in the corner of the room glowering, his hand curled round an empty whisky glass as he internally bemoaned his inability to get drunk. To absolutely nobody’s surprise Tony had decided to throw a party, celebrating your new name. To Bucky’s annoyance nobody seemed to think this party was a waste of time, The Avengers had all agreed a party was in order. So unwillingly he’d been shipped out of the compound with the rest of them to Stark Tower where Tony Stark had invited half the population of New York to celebrate his “daughter”.

Only a select few knew the truth, that you didn’t have a biological connection to Tony at all. Thanks to Pepper and Natasha’s hard work there was a very different, believable story being fed to the rest of the world. You were Y/N Stark, Tony’s long lost daughter who had only discovered the truth of her parentage a year ago. You had come to New York to track Tony down and once he ran a paternity test he had welcomed you with open arms, encouraging you to take the Stark name. People were eating the story up and Bucky didn’t understand why he’d been dragged here to this celebration to watch even more people fawn over you. The guests were lining up to meet you and you were taking it all far too seriously. He watched as you smiled charmingly at yet another politician, laughing at his jokes and batting your eyelashes. Bucky snorted in disgust and turned away refusing to watch any more.

How nobody could see through your false smiles was beyond you, your skin was practically vibrating with nerves, your eyes constantly seeking out your teammates. You hated every second of this but nobody could see it because you had them all fooled. You laughed at yet another joke you didn’t find funny as you tried to think of a way to disengage from the old man who was standing far too close to you.

“Y/N!” A loud excited voice shrieked.

You turned around and your first genuine smile of the evening broke across your face as you saw who the voice belonged to, barely managing to get your champagne glass out of the way as the newcomer barrelled into you.

“Darcy!” You squealed back just as excitedly.

Darcy put her arms on your shoulders and gave you a once over with mock seriousness.

“I don’t know why I never figured it out, it’s so obvious. Definitely a Stark.” She said with a grin.

You laughed as she pulled you away from your previous talking partner without a word, dragging to towards the open bar. Of all the people you’d met, Darcy was one of your favourites. Purely based on her reaction to what you were. Most people reacted with fear or pity, accepting you as Tony had done or despising you as Bucky had. Darcy had thought you were cool and had asked about 20 million questions the first time you met her. She obviously didn’t think how you had come to be what you were was cool but there was no pity, just righteous anger as you talked her out of hunting them down and tazing them.

“I’ll have an orgasm, do you want a blow job?” She asked you when the bartender asked for her drink order.

You snorted loudly, thankful you knew about sexual themed cocktails and weren’t about to make a fool of yourself.

“You know, I feel like sex on the beach. Enjoy your orgasm though, maybe I’ll have one later.” You told her as the two of you giggled at the bartender trying to restrain his eye roll.

“I can’t believe Tony adopted you, think he’ll adopt me as well?” She said discreetly, tucking herself into your side to make sure nobody would overhear her.

“Tell you what, I’ll put it at the top of my Christmas list.” You told her, picking your drink off the bar with a nod of thanks.

“A Billionaire Superhero Sugar Daddy.” She sighed wistfully, her eyes glazed over.

You choked on your drink and she looked disappointed.

“I was hoping you didn’t know what a Sugar Daddy was.” She pouted.

“Clint was in on this wasn’t he?” You asked her.

She grinned widely and that was all the answer you needed. You chuckled and slung your arm over her shoulder to keep her close by your side and protect you from the party-goers trying to make a good impression on you in an attempt to get closer to Tony. Your eyes automatically sought out all your of your teammates and noted their positions, noting some of them were making their way towards you. Taking an extra moment you assessed Pepper and Happy’s locations and who they were standing near. In the event of an attack you decided Happy and Darcy would be your priority as you reasoned that Tony’s automatic instinct would be to protect Pepper. Once the non combatants were secured you would find the Captain and await further instruction. Satisfied with your battle plan you shook off your trained instincts and turned back to Darcy.

“I’ve never danced at a party you know.” You told her with a grin.

“Oh My God, I’m failing in my best friend duties!” She replied, horrified.

“Best friend duties? I’m the best friend.” Sams outraged voice protested behind you.

You turned to see Sam approaching with Clint and Natasha as Sam and Darcy immediately launched into an argument about who was your best friend and who got the first dance.

“Sorry folks, my kid. First dance is mine.” Tony declared as he strode over to you and extended his hand.

Sam and Darcy grumbled a bit but couldn’t argue with that, instead both crossing their arms and leaning against the bar. You took Tony’s hand and let him pull you onto the dance floor as the music changed into something slow and sweet. Tony led you across the dance floor with confident grace as he smiled down at you. You let yourself relax, finally.

“Thank you.” You told him earnestly.

“It’s just a dance.” He said with a twinkle in his eye.

You snorted. He knew you weren’t thanking him for the dance and his grip on you tightened a little as he spun you around, ignoring the awing from the crowd you were gathering. You leaned your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes, just relishing in the moment as he held you close and led you where you needed to go. Just like he had been doing since he rescued you.

As the evening progressed your friends had apparently decided you’d pandered to the public enough and kept you busy and away from any more strangers.

Sam and Darcy took turn embarrassing you on the dance floor and you suspected they had a competition to see who could make you blush the most.

Clint had made you kick your heels off so he could lead you in an elaborate old fashioned waltz to a bubbly pop song that did not fit the dance at all. He maintained a stoic and pompous facade all through it, even bowing deeply when you finished and you were laughing so hard when you sunk into a curtsy he had to help you stand up, his own laughter mingling with yours as you stumbled back to the others.

Vision had politely asked you whether you would like to dance with him and levitated the two of you a few centimetres off of the floor, enough that you could glide around the floor without moving a muscle. That had confused more than a few onlookers much to your amusement.

When you needed a break from the dancing Wanda had enticed you to the bar where she slipped behind it and entertained you by using her powers to make a round of drinks. Which had happened to be delicious, even if the alcohol had no effect on you. She had smiled happily when you told her how delicious the drinks were.

Natasha kept grabbing your attention and pointing out men and women in the crowd with a tilt of her head and whispering ridiculous made up observations about them. Every so often she would nudge you and point out someone attractive, noting your reactions and huffing when you didn’t show any signs of attraction to them.

Thor dragged you to the buffet table and wouldn’t let you leave until the two of you had sampled everything. When the two of you had sampled from a tray of small cakes your eyes had lit up and you picked up the tray, Thor picked up you and the both of you had hid yourself in a corner until the plate had been cleaned of every delicious crumb. You had wisely declined his offer of Asgardian mead to wash it down, telling him you wanted to remember every moment of this night.

Steve even asked you to dance but admitting he didn’t have much experience. So far you had only danced with someone who knew how to lead and the two of you were equally perplexed as to what to do. Approaching the situation with all the seriousness of a military operation the two of you finally figured out how to do it and honestly, it wasn’t terrible. As you both moved with only a little difficulty Steve told you about Peggy and the dance they never had. Your eyes had started to water up as he spoke and your heart ached for him. Knowing no words would offer any comfort you had stretched up and thrown your arms around his neck, pouring as much love and affection into the embrace as you could. He appreciated that, even if you weren’t sure of it.

Throughout it all Bucky made sure he was on the opposite side of the room from you, doing his best to ignore you. He couldn’t quite manage it, his eyes just kept finding you and the happier you grew the more the dark anger and hatred in him grew. No matter what he did, who he spoke to he couldn’t stop himself looking at you with a scowl. By the end of the night he was a mess, leaning on the bar over a glass of Asgardian liquor Thor had slipped him with a wink. He threw his head back and drained the glass with a murmur of appreciation as it burned down his throat. He closed his eyes and grimaced as a familiar laugh sounded from not far behind him and he turned around to watch you slide up to the bar and lean into it as Natasha slipped under the bar and started preparing drinks. The bartender ignored her, used to The Avengers slipping behind the bar by now.

“Hey Buck.” Steve clapped him on the shoulder as the rest of the team converged on them.

Bucky tried to slip away and let them have the bar since apparently wherever Y/N went, they followed but Steve Rogers being the little shit that he was stopped him with the worst question he could have asked.

“Have you danced with Y/N yet? I think everyone else has.” Steve said with a shit eating grin.

Your head snapped up and you glared coldly at Steve and everyone collectively drew in an apprehensive breath.

Everyone except Tony and Pepper who spent little time in the compound and must not know how bad his and Y/N’s hatred of each other had gotten. Which was probably a good thing Bucky realized. Tony and Bucky had a strained relationship as was and Tony had made his fondness for Y/N very very clear by sharing his name with her. So Bucky grit his teeth and held his hand out to you.

“Dance with me?” He growled out.

There, he had offered. He couldn’t be blamed for anything because he had been nice. This would be on you when you refused and insulted him. Except you didn’t do that. Bucky’s eyes grew comically wide when instead you placed your hand in his.

“Thought you’d never ask, Sarge.” You said with a smirk.

Bucky turned to the dance floor and tightened his hand around yours almost painfully as he dragged you to it. He spun you out and stood in front of you menacingly as the opening notes of La Cumparsita began and out of the corner of his eye he saw a sniggering Sam and Darcy scurry away from the DJ.

“What the fuck are you doing? You don’t want to dance with me.” He stated

“Nope, but you want to dance with me even less.” You pointed out.

Bucky snarled, his chest vibrating with the angry sound as he put his metal hand on your hip and squeezed it, yanking you forwards so you were pressed to his chest. That quickly wiped the victorious smirk off your face and you yelped in pain. To anyone watching it would look like you were just surprised.

“Ease up soldier, this is a dance not an assassination.” You hissed.

Bucky’s answering smirk was a mirror of your earlier one but he did ease up his grip as he began to walk you backwards, well actually he strode forward and it forced you to match him as he pushed on your hip, pushing you away from him as he used his grip on your other hand to spin you, bringing your back to his chest.

“No, If I were assassinating you I’d actually be enjoying myself right now.” He quipped as he looked down at your startled face.

You had no idea how to dance, let alone dance to this. You had no choice but to follow his lead and Bucky relished in that as he spun you again, this time dipping you at the end of the twirl. You looked absolutely furious as you realized what he was doing. With you pressed tightly against him he led you in that angriest dance he had ever participated in and because you were concentrating so hard on not falling over you could do little about it but glare at him, so angry he thought you were going to hiss at him at one point.

The smugness in his expression was making your blood boil and you cursed yourself for accepting the dance. This was supposed to be making him mad, not you! In your defence how were you supposed to know he was such a good dancer? You realized belatedly that you were in his territory now, he was comfortable here and you’d given him the upper hand.

You gasped loudly in outrage as his metal hand slid down the back of your thigh and hitched your leg up around his to keep you stable as he dipped you so low you were practically touching the floor. He quirked an eyebrow at your response and you realized your gasp could have been misconstrued as something other than anger. You ground your teeth together so hard he must have heard it because he chuckled in amusement. It only dawned on you then that you weren’t moving, he was holding you still in that ridiculous dip as the music faded out.

You breathed a sigh of relief that it were done and took a deep breath to lay into him when he straightened up and released your leg with his metal hand, using his flesh one to bring your hand to his lips he kept his gaze on you as he brushed a kiss across the back of your knuckles.

“Thanks for the dance doll.”

And then he released you and strode away, leaving you stood in the middle of the dance floor seething in anger, so blind with rage you didn’t register the lack of other dancers on the floor or the thunderous applause as you turned on your heel and stalked in the opposite direction to him. You didn’t see the expressions on your friends faces ranging from shock, concern and smugness as you fled the party and locked herself in the nearest bathroom. You gripped the edge of the sink and let out a string of curses as you tried to calm down, splashing cool water onto the back of your neck. You breathed deeply, in through your nose and out through your mouth, jumping slightly as somebody knocked on the bathroom door. You’d been so caught up in trying to calm down you hadn’t heard them approach and you silently reprimanded yourself as you unlocked the door and let Pepper in.

“I’m fine.” You told her before she could ask.

“You don’t look it.” She told you as she reached out to smooth your hair back off your face.

“I just needed a minute. Not used to all the crowds.”

She didn’t buy your lie but went along with it anyway as you linked your arm with hers and headed back to the party. You wouldn’t let Bucky ruin this night for you, there was still fun to be had and you intended to have it.

For a while, you did. You danced some more with everyone, drank enough to have a normal person blind drunk and stuffed yourself full of buffet food. Throughout it all you didn’t pay any attention to Bucky, not when he laughed loudly with Steve, not when he clinked glasses with Thor, not when he and Sam sassed each other. Definitely not when a gorgeous petite brunette magically appeared under his arm when you weren't looking. You put extra effort into ignoring him after that and threw yourself into the revelry. You breathed a sigh of relief when out of the corner of your eye you saw him leave the party with the mystery brunette. Yup, it was definitely relief. And if you didn’t feel like partying any more it was only because you were tired, it had been a long night.

With assurances you were fine and many hugs goodnight you excused yourself you had to promise so many people that you were capable of making it up an elevator on your own and you didn’t need to be escorted. Finally you managed to disentangle yourself from Darcy’s drunken embrace and made it to the empty elevator. You kicked your heels off and picked them up as Friday automatically took you to the floor where you all had rooms.

The doors opened and you went to step out and nearly walked into the small brunette Bucky had left with. She squeaked out a small apology and stepped around you into the elevator, wrapping her arms around herself. You frowned and before you could question what you were doing your hand shot out and stopped the elevator doors from closing.

“Are you alright?” You asked her softly.

She looked up at you and you quickly and silently assessed her, she looked uncomfortable but not afraid. If you had to guess you would say embarrassed. She raised her chin and looked at you, seeing only concern in your expression she smiled softly.

“I’m ok. Really.” She assured you.

You frowned, there was still something off. You didn’t think much in her taste of men but other than that she was innocent. If there was something wrong, you couldn’t not try to offer help.

“Look I’m not ashamed to participate in the odd one night stand alright? Meaningless sex is fun sometimes, nothing wrong with that.” She told you.

“No, there’s not.” You agreed, your head tilted to the side in confusion as to where this was leading.

“But I do have some self esteem. I’m not going to get with a guy who calls me by someone else’s name. I’m not looking for much, just some company for the night. I don’t expect roses and poetry you know? I do expect him to not be thinking about someone else when I’m unzipping his pants.” She explained.

Understanding what she was saying now, a giddy amusement shot through you. Bucky had called her by the wrong name and she had walked out on him. Good for her.

“Fair play to you.” You grinned at her.

“You know, I’m not his biggest fan. I promise I’ll torture him so badly over this he will never make that mistake again.” You promised her and released the elevator doors, satisfied she was alright.

She chuckled and nodded her head.

“I appreciate that. Goodnight.”

At the last second your hand shot out again and grabbed the doors.

“What was the name he said?” You enquired with a wicked grin.

She shook her head with a self deprecating laugh.

“Y/N, he called me Y/N.”

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thorne93 · 5 years

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Stan Lee University (Part 13)

Prompt: What would the Avengers be like in college, more importantly, what would they be like if Y/N existed around them?

Word Count: 2248

Warnings: drama, language,

Notes: This is based on a HC from @carryonmyswansong. They helped brainstorm and write part of this series. In this AU, no one will have powers, everyone is a normal human. Beta’d by @carryonmyswansong

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In the following months, all through midterms, you two became closer than you would’ve imagined. You spent nearly every weekend at his house, often times just staying up late and talking. Eventually, you’d fall asleep in his arms, and he’d cuddle you all night.

You told him about your family, about your holidays growing up, your grades, your time in grade school. You told him about Bucky, how you met, how you fell for him, when you started to fall out of love for him. You told him about your first years of college.

He told you about his family and his time through school. How he wasn’t close to his parents much since his sister’s death. He had a brother, but he was already moved away and somewhat estranged from the family.

Twice, you went to the arcade, declaring whoever won the most arcade games won a free dinner from the other one. You won one night, and he won the other. He teased you relentlessly when you lost, but he wrapped you around the waist and kissed your hair, stating he’d still buy you dinner. You opposed though, stating a bet's a bet.

Around campus, you hadn’t even bothered with the drama. Wanda and Pietro still ignored you. Bucky hadn’t talked much to you since the day you confronted Loki. You and Loki didn’t interact. He gave you a dirty look after Stephen punched him, but other than that, you kept your distance.

Besides that, all was well. You didn’t announce that you and Stephen were dating, because it was nobody's goddamn business. You were sure people knew though, between the way you two laughed during lab, the way he touched your hand, the way you walked hand in hand to lunch, the way you left with him on Friday after your last class. It was obvious, but you weren’t going to let everyone in on your relationship. You didn’t owe it to them.

You went bowling once, and actually won, by some miracle. You gave Stephen a hard time, telling him, “You’ll never be a surgeon with such shaky hands. No way you can do surgery if you can’t even get a strike.” He took it in stride though, and made sure to make you pay when he took you ice skating at an indoor rink. You could barely keep up while he skated circles around you.

“What's the matter, can’t keep up? Oh that’s right, you’re so much more superior. I’ll just be racing around, you know, using my shaky legs.” He raced by you and winked while you barely inched forward, terrified of falling on the ice. After he proved his point, he actually came over and taught you how to skate properly and by the end of the day, you felt more confident on the skates.

It was becoming quick knowledge for you two that apparently you could both cook and bake up a storm. Every weekend you two stocked up on some meals, made them together, and then you baked Stephen some sort of obscure dessert you found on Pinterest -- with no complaints from him.

The Pre-med club had a fundraising event that you oversaw and Stephen helped. He didn’t have to, at all, it was just for officers of the club, but he said he’d rather spend time with you, helping you for a good cause than alone.

He assisted in setting up a whole amazing fair, complete with booths, games, and food. Tickets were for a local children’s hospital and all proceeds went to them. He even got his parents to donate a hefty amount anonymously in the club’s name. You were very appreciative of that gesture.

For the first time in a while, you were purely and genuinely happy. School was still going great, as both you and Stephen were devout to getting assignments and studying done before goofing off. Both of your grades were actually better now with a study partner, one that really understood the material and appreciated the time that needed to be spent on it. All of your friends and you met up still, Stephen joining you for quite a few coffee meets. He and Clint seemed to hit it off, which thrilled you.

The four of you had gone on two double dates, once to a restaurant, and once to a movie. In fact, by the second double date, when Clint couldn’t quite hear because the ads playing before the movie were too loud, Stephen signed what he was saying to him. Your heart swelled at the sight.

“When did you learn to sign?” you wondered, impressed, quietly when they were done conversing.

“A week ago. I know you told me he prefers to do that when it’s hard for him to read lips. I figured we’d be in a few of those situations.” He shrugged and you couldn’t help but smile like a huge idiot.

Tony had hosted three more parties, that you went to together and Loki did not show up to.

Things couldn’t get much better for you. It seemed like everything was finally in a good place.

In two weeks, you’d be home for winter break. You two hadn’t discussed what you’d do with the time off, if you’d hang out more, spend quality time with your families or how it would work. You thought you should probably discuss it soon though.

Saturday night, you were in your PJs in Stephen’s room, sitting at his desk. He was on his bed.

“Okay, did you calculate mu yet for problem fifteen?” you asked, looking down.

“No, give me a second,” he said, his brows furrowed.

“I’ve already got it. I thought I’d let you look at it.”

He lifted his head, a playful glare on his face. “For once, will you let me finish first?”

“I’ll never let you finish first,” you teased before sticking your tongue out. “Maybe when you stop with that bullshit science.” You winked as he stared at you. “What?” you asked, his gaze peculiar.

He bit his lip. “You wanna know why I didn’t go to that party with you?”

You eyed him up and down for a second before nodding.

“Because I wanted to.”

You immediately frowned, not understanding, at all.

“I don’t usually like people. I mean, friends are alright, sure, yeah, but as far as dating… It seemed like a waste of my time. I always thought I’d worry about it when I got to med school or residency. But undergrad, that’s the time to really kick ass, get the good grades in, hit the books. I just thought you would be too much of a distraction. And I was right. From the moment I met you, I knew you’d be the one thing that would threaten everything I’d worked for. But then, when you proved to be something that wouldn’t threaten it, you’d actually help it… I wanted you. I just. I was so worried I’d get wrapped up in you, in us, that my schooling would suffer. Then I hoped you would show up alone, so I could maybe make a move, but you showed up with Loki. Then, when you weren’t sitting in the spin the bottle circle, I was happy to see I had another chance. I didn’t want to date you, because you impressed me so much. I thought, ‘There’s a girl who could actually give me a run for my money’ and I don’t come across that very often.”

“So you blew me off because you were worried I’d make you fall in love with me… Sounds logical.”

He stared at you, serious. “It’s the most logical thing I’ve ever experienced because it’s true. I fell for you.”

You stopped breathing, looking at him. Your heart was hammering so hard and fast in your chest you thought you’d pass out.

“You… fell for me?” you asked in a whisper.

“Despite my better judgement. Yes.” He gave you that award-winning side smile. “I can’t stop thinking about you. I miss you all the goddamn time. I worry about you. And for the life of me, I can’t help but imagine being with you.”

You were silent, having no clue what to say at first.

He got up from the bed before kneeling in front of you, resting his hands on your knees. “Please, say something. Tell me to fuck off. Tell me that I’m an idiot. Tell me you don’t feel the same. But please, don’t… I can’t stand the silence.”

For just another second more, you were quiet, you couldn't help it.

“I know it’s fast. I know you’ve been hurt. I know between Bucky and Loki this probably seems like it’s moving way too fast for you but you’ve got to know that I love you.”

Finally, you found your voice. “I love you too,” you finally admitted in a whisper.

The biggest smile you’d ever seen from him grew on his face. “Really?”

You nodded with fervor and a giant grin. “Of course I do. You’re… you’re everything I’ve ever wanted and more. I wanted to tell you I loved you sooner, but I was worried you’d freak and… I don’t know, run?”

He looked at you, bemused. “I’d never run from you, okay?” He reached up and put your hair behind your ear before leaning up to kiss you softly. “I love you far too much to do that.”

He leaned back and you stared down at him with stars in your eyes, a warmth spreading over your body from head to toe.

“Okay,” you said happily.

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A week had gone by since Stephen’s confession, but unfortunately, you two hadn’t had much time to focus on each other. He had to pack his dorm, and you yours, plus you had finals to study for.

Everything was packed now and you just needed to talk to Stephen about the holiday break arrangement. That shouldn’t be too hard. It was Sunday and you two agreed to spend time at his house, spending the night there.

“So, I was wondering,” you started, a little nervous to breach this subject. Admitting you loved each other was one thing, talking about holiday arrangements was a huge step.

“Aren’t you always?”

You ignored him except for smiling with an eyeroll. “About the winter break--”

Suddenly, his phone was vibrating on the counter in the kitchen. “Hold that thought,” he instructed as he answered the call and stepped a few feet away. “Yes, this is him.... Oh… Okay… When?... Alright. Yes. No, that’s fine. Thank you so much.”

After five minutes, he hung up and walked over to you, his face a mask of disbelief.

“Stephen?” you addressed, getting up and rounding the island, rubbing his back. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, no everything is great.”

“Who was that?” you wondered.

“That was the study abroad offices. They said I got the spot,” he informed, still clearly reeling.

You frowned, wondering what he was talking about. “Spot?”

Finally, his attention settled on you as he told you. “I… I was put on a waitlist for studying abroad in London. I applied as soon as I transferred here.” He looked at you with apology and slight horror in his eyes.

“Oh, and so you got a spot on their trip?” you realized.

“Yeah,” he breathed, nodding.

You beamed, throwing your arms around him in a hug. “Great! That’s great!”

He slightly pushed you away and put his hands on your shoulders. “No, the plane leaves right after finals.”

That’s why he was upset. A pit grew in your stomach.

“Oh…”

“Yeah, it’s for over the Christmas break. I… I didn’t think I’d get it. I almost forgot about it. It’s a great opportunity for people wanting to be doctors. You go around and shadow a different kind of doctor every day,” he explained, hoping you would understand.

You nodded, a faint smile on your lips. “That sounds fantastic, Stephen. I’m so happy for you.”

His eyes shot back to your face. He looked at you, worry etched in his features. “I won’t go if you don’t want me to though. I mean, with everything just kind of… starting between us.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, putting your hands on your hips. “Stephen Strange, you listen to me, if this is going to help you make a better life for yourself, then you get on that plane. If we can’t withstand a few weeks apart, then clearly we don’t have a good foundation.”

“Yeah, but…” he started, clearly torn about this.

“No buts. I mean it. I’m happy for you, and I support this,” you insisted.

He put his hands on your hips and pulled you close. “I know. I know you are, but I’ll be away from you for five weeks. What about us? We love each other but this is just getting started and I don’t want to fuck that up.”

“I’ll still be here when you get back. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’m going to miss you though.”

“We can always video chat,” you assured. You reached up and put your hands on either side of his face. “This is a fantastic opportunity and I would resent myself if I kept you from it. You need to do this and I’m happy to support that.”

“You’re an amazing person, and I’m so glad I found you.”

“Back at you, Strange,” you teased before planting a quick kiss to his lips.

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kitty35 · 5 years

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A Fish Out Of Water

Lee Felix x Mermaid!Reader - Mermaid School AU I had this idea while in my marine science class and wrote half of it then forgot I wrote it and just finished it today, please like it😅

Type - fluff with some angst?

Warnings - I might have cursed

Summary - Maybe the fist in my class were right about something

The marine science classroom was quiet as I slowly opened the door, the only noise was from the fish tanks. It was before school as I looked around to check if the teacher was there or not. He wasn’t so I walked in further till I was in front of the tanks. Smiling, I rested my head on my hands and looked at the brightly colored fish.

Felix walked into the classroom, his mouth open as he was about to say something but he stopped when he heard a soft voice talking.

“That actually happened?” I asked, “I thought that was just a school rumor.” He looked around, but I was the only one in the room. “She’s not my favorite, but I’ve been able to put up with her.” I paused, “Is it that obvious I don’t like her?” My small giggle had his heart doing backflips. We shared the same marine science class, so he recognized me.

“Um, (Y/n)?” He called out and watched as I jumped. “Who are you talking to?” I picked up my phone off the table to show him. He nodded, but was suspicious since the home screen came up and not the call screen.

“What are you doing here?” I asked as my eyes looked to the tank one last time before settling on him.

“I needed to talk with the teacher about my grade.”

“If you need any help, I can tutor you. I know everything about the ocean.” I smiled and tilted my head slightly.

“That’d be really helpful.” He smiled too. We exchanged information before the first bell rang. He said ‘bye’ before leaving. I cast one last glance at the fish in the small talks.

‘You’re whipped.’ One fish said to me as I giggled and left the room. The words floated in my head till I walked into the classroom again later that day.

The teacher began to talk about tectonic plates as well as the mid-ocean ridge. This included hydrothermal vents. I knew plenty about this topic since my grandparents talked about it all the time back home. I can remember swimming around and getting scolded for going beyond the plate boundary since we lived on the edge of the Indo-Australian plate.

“(Y/n), pay attention.” The teacher scolded as I began to dose off.

“Oh, sorry.” I mumbled as people snickered.

‘Real smooth (y/n)’ One fish, that I named Dylan, laughed out as I subtly glared playfully at him. Eventually we were paired up and sent to the labs to work on a new assignment. It was a simple worksheet about what we just learned. I was with Felix which worked out nicely since I liked working with him. The teacher has only paired us up a few times, but those times were fun. We worked through the sheet and finished with time to spare. All through out the time we worked, the fish would make small comments about how I was being too obvious about my feelings. All I could do was send small glared towards them and wait till tomorrow to ‘yell’ at them.

‘(Y/n), you’re a true fish out of water. In more ways than one’ One fish said as another came up behind him.

‘Oh shush it, you can’t even look your crush in the eye let alone talk with her.’ She scolded while pushing him over slightly. This made me giggle and cover my mouth with my hand. Those two always fought.

“What’s so funny?” Felix asked, leaning a little closer.

“It just looks like those two fish are fighting.” I mumbled while pointing at the pink and red fish in a tank. They were swimming around each other and bumping into their fins.

“They look funny doing that, but do you think we should have the teacher separate them? I don’t want them getting hurt, you know?” My heart skipped a beat at that. It always warmed my heart when people cared about the ocean and the creatures in it considering it is my home. I didn’t come by them often since humans were always worried about the device in front of their nose. Come to think of it, that’s probably the feature that made me fall for Felix in the first place.

“No, I’m sure they’ll stop fighting when they realize why they’re arguing is stupid.” I said a little louder and it seemed to catch their attention. They looked at me and pouted before doing their own thing.

“Oh wow, did you do something to them?”

“No!” I laughed.

“You must be some kind of fish whisperer.” He joked, elbowing my arm as I blushed. He had no idea.

The rest of the day passed by quickly. My friend and I were walking to the pool now. Sure, I shouldn’t be that close to water but I didn’t care and tried my hardest to live a normal human life while here. She swam for a while as I read a book next to the pool. Not long after, she got out and told me she’d be right back. I nodded before going back to my book as she walked away. The pool door opened and a few guys walked in.

“Oh, look who it is!” One said, making my head turn towards them.

“It’s the fish lady.” Another taunted as I glared.

“Why don’t we help her into the pool? She’s lookin’ a little dried up.”

“Guys. Stop it. I can’t swim.” I said while standing up and backing away from them. Before I could turn to leave, one already had my wrist in his hand.

“We’ll teach you.”

“Stop!” They grabbed at my limbs and hoisted me up and off the ground. I struggled to get out of their grasp but it didn’t do anything and they soon were swing me back and forth to get enough momentum to get me in the pool.

“Hey! Let her go!” A familiar voice yelled just as they let me go.

“You can go fish her out.” A guy said as they left. Felix ran over to me, already taking his shoes off, ready to jump in and save me. His face morphed into one of shock as he looked in the water. There I laid at the bottom of the pool with a sliver-blue mermaids tail. My elbows and shoulders were also covered in matching scales and my hands were webbed with sharp claws. I swam up to the surface of the water and tried to climb out of the pool while coughing and hacking up the water. He could see the small gills on my neck open and close.

“You, you’re-“

“Please,” I weakly coughed out, “help…me.” The chlorine clouded my mind and made me instantly feel sick. The amount they put in this pool really didn’t help either. Just as my vision was fading in and out, I felt arms wrap around me and pull me from the water.

When I came to I was in a bathtub. Looking around, I tried to figure out where I was. It obviously wasn’t my place cause I’d remember what it looks like. But this place did look familiar.

“You’re awake.” A deep voice said, making me turn to look at the person.

“Felix?” I asked in a hoarse voice.

“Are you feeling better?” My curious gaze never once left him as he moved closer. All I did to answer his question was nod slowly. “How do you, um, how do you change back?” For a seconds I was confused. Looking down, I realized I was laying in water which meant my tail was where my legs normally would be. I looked at it as it laid lazily over the side of the tub before my eyes traveled back to the boy in front of me. Very slowly, I began to climb out of the tub. On my way, I accidentally spilled water everywhere. Once fully out of the water, I grabbed a towel and began to pat myself dry. Felix watched as I did so before asking if he could help. I nodded and let him do as he pleased. After all, it was pretty hard to hurt me like this so I didn’t really care. Not long after, he began to watch as my tail turned into two feet. His face turned bright red and he looked away when he realized I wasn’t wearing anything.

“Can I borrow something to wear?” I asked and he quickly left. Not long after, he came back with a hoodie and some sweats that I got dressed in. Once fully clothed, he led me to the kitchen and gave me something to eat.

“So, um,” He tried to start.

“Thank you.” I whispered.

“For what?”

“For saving me, and for bringing me here. You really didn’t need to but I’m thankful that you did.”

“Of course, you looked like you were really suffering in the pool.”

“Yeah, I can’t handle chlorine in my system, really any marine animal can’t for that matter.”

“Can I ask something?”

“Of course.”

“What are you?” The blunt question threw me for a loop. For the next hour or so I explained to him what I was, where I came from, and how being a siren was different from being a mermaid.

“So you are the kind that kill sailors?”

“In folklore, yes, but it’s so outdated now. Hell, I don’t even sing, like, at all.”

“Really?”

“I mean, I can but I prefer not to. You know?” There was a pause.

“So all this time, I’ve liked a siren?” He mumbled while looking away. My cheeks turned bright red.

“Pardon?” I asked and he seemed to realize what he said cause he turned red too.

“Oh, I, um-“ He stuttered over sounds that barley sounded like words for a few seconds before I started to laugh.

“You like a siren and I like the worlds cutes idiot.” I laughed even more when I saw his face. It was obvious he though I was talking about someone else, “I mean you Felix. I like you.” His face was confused before lighting up with joy.

“Will you go out with me?”

“You still wanna go out with me?”

“Of course!”

“Then, okay.” I smiled at him as he giggled cutely. I wonder how this will turn out.

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nightowlfandom · 5 years

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Requested: Jungkook (The Bad Boy AU)

ALRIGHTY, LET'S DO THIS SHIT!

Requests from the prompt list RIGHT HERE .Also I should say that you don't HAVE to follow the exact list of prompts if you don't want to, it's just there to stir some ideas :)

10- "Could we go four seconds without you being annoying?"

18- "Only make that face in front of me..

20- "I'm bored. Wanna Fuck?"

48- "You deserve someone who cares about you."

I'm not sure how I did on this buuutt yeh. Hope I did your request justice! It'll take a while before we get to the good stuff as usual with me. I'm really bad with bad boy AUs.......

"Hey!!" you snapped as your favorite book fell to the floor. How dare this all black clad, bear mouth mask wearing, punk insult poetry like that. "You almost rammed me into the doors!"

It wasn't like you didn't blend in, like come on you were literally the only (insert race here) in the hallway at the moment!

Jeon Jungkook turned around, his eyes darting down at you who had managed to pick up your book, smoothing out it's pages. He walked back over to you, leaning a hand against the lockers. "Aw I'm sorry Y/N. Is the book okay?" he said in a baby-ish voice.

"Most likely not" you answered flatly. "Suffered minor damage."

"Whoops." He winked. You couldn't see his mouth under that stupid bear mouth mask but you were sure those lips were formed into a smirk. "Sorry to hear it." he shrugged before catching up with his friends. You glared at his back, shaking your head mentally as other girls secretly gawked at him.

What was the appeal? He broke rules for one, he rarely does his work, he's just!

Growling under your breath, you didn't realized your friend, Lisa had walked up to you. (It can be Blackpink's Lisa, or whoever you want lol).

"Why does Jungkook always make you so mad." she giggled.

"Because he enjoys making my like a living hell." you grumbled.

"Come on, I packed lunch for us both." she laughed, patting your back. You followed Lisa to the cafeteria. The way your school was made, you had classes in the morning, all the important stuff, then lunch around noon. Then the rest of the school day was focused on fine arts. Gym, music, art, etc. The students who decided they didn't want to follow rules we're given extra classes or worse...cleaning duty.

Exactly the reason you were the perfect student. The hell you look like cleaning floors or a tiny room that makes you claustrophobic.

You and Lisa sat at your usual spot.

"So what are your plans after lunch?" Lisa asked, furiously biting into her sandwich. "Ugh, I accidentally ate yours again. I really have to label these things."

You laughed you two switched sandwiches. "Probably gonna go to the dance studio next to the gym." you shrugged. "Work on some stuff."

"You're the only person I know who looks graceful dancing, but right after when you begin to walk, falls on your face." she laughed. You flicked a peice of bread at her, making her laugh louder. Your happiness died down at you saw 'them' enter the room. They were all laughing like the delinquents they were.

"Incoming." you rolled your eyes as your table was approached.

"Hey Y/N. When are we finally gonna go on a date?" Namjoon winked. Lisa fake gagged as you answered.

"When hell freezes over." you flatly said, causally drinking your bottle of apple juice.

"How cold." Namjoon took the sandwich from your hand and took a bite. "Not bad, American cheese?"

"Hey! That was mine!" you said disgusted as it was set back down in front of you. You used a plastic knife to cut around where his mouth touched. "And for the record, it's Pepper jack cheese!"

"Awww she's defending herself." Yoongi cooed. "She's adorable."

"Jungkook could you please inform your friends that just because I tolerate you does not mean the favor transfers to them?" you looked up at Jungkook who had taken off his mouth mask.

"Aw do you only want me to make fun of you?" he put a hand over his heart before walking over to you. "How thoughtful!"

"Could we go four seconds without you being annoying?!" You asked, raising a brow, before you face formed a pout.

"Oh another thing." Jungkook leaned close to your face, his fingers grazed your chin. "Only make that cute face in front of me."

"What face?" you snapped, while ironically making the exact face he was talking about.

"Later Y/N." he chuckled. You swore a genuine smile crossed his features. Maybe you were hallucinating.

You watched as they walked away, leaving you and Lisa. "He totally likes you." she giggled. "I can tell."

"I hope you're wrong." you sighed." I'm gonna throw our trash away."

As you went over to the trashcans, you were approached by a girl, you knew who she was but not so much her name. You kept forgetting.

She would brag about how her parents have ties to the biggest companies in the country. Good for her, she'd have some luck decided that type of idol Career she'd want to choose, that was pretty cool! What wasn't cool was the fact that she always rubbed it in everyone's face. Every chance she got.

"You think you're good enough for one of the Bangtan boys?!" she crossed her arms like a stereotypical villain.

"No. They think that I actually enjoy their presence in my sight." you scoffed. "The bastards."

"Liar! You're probably trying to-"

"I didn't ask for them to just come up to me, you can have them." you began. "I have no interest in-"

Before you could process what had just happened you fell a rush of coldness down your front. Only to see the girl with an empty cup and a smirk. You stared down at your shirt just to see foam and macha powder. The side of your face had warm liquid (most likely coffee) dripping down your cheek.

"That'll teach you to interrupt me, stay away from Jungkook."

The entire cafeteria went silent before erupting into whispers.

"Poor Y/N"

"Why did she do that?"

"Y/N wouldn't hurt a fly!"

"Y/N is so sweet, how could anyone bully her?"

You couldn't believe what had just happened, this girl purposely dumped her drink all over you. In front of everyone.

Your eyes instantly darted over to where Jungkook and his friends sat. They all stared in disbelief. Why did you suddenly care if Jungkook saw? You saw traces of sympathy, worry even. Or maybe that was your brain playing trick on you.

Embarrassed, upset, and taken aback you stared over at Lisa who quite literally jumped over the table and ran over to you.

"Y/N....Y/N speak!" Lisa shook your shoulders. You turned away from your friend, back to girl. Before you knew it, she was on the floor holding her nose. A pain shot down your knuckles in the realization that you, good girl Y/N had just punched one of the meanest people in school.

You made a beeline for the exit. You didn't run, nor did you fast-walk. You wouldn't give anyone who hated you the satisfaction of knowing you were embarrassed.

As soon as you got outside, you ran. You didn't care where your feet took you...you just ran.

This. Was. All. His. Fault.

"Y/N." a masculine voice called from behind you. "Hey!"

You turned around to meet Jungkook who had caught up with you. "Are you okay?"

"Stay away from me." you warned. "Your little girlfriend gave me a message, which I'll deliver back to you. Don't talk to me, don't look at me. Matter of fact, don't breathe around me." you began, choking a bit, " if THIS is the treatment I GET FOR JUST TOLERATING YOUR PICKING ON ME-"

"What are you talking about?!" he cut you off. "Are you crying?"

"I just got hot coffee spilled on me because that girl in there is under the impression that I have an infatuation with you!" you poked his chest. "Of course I'm crying you imbecile! She did this to me because of you!"

Before you knew it, Jungkook had whipped out a napkin and wiped the dripping coffee off your face. You didn't say anything as he wiped around your eyes and hairline.

Why was he being so nice to you?

"You really are a goody two shoes." he shook his head. "She's not my girlfriend, I don't even know her!"

That still didn't change the fact that he was the subject to the reason you got a green tea latte spilled on you.

"Then why did she-" you began. "Forget it." you turned away. You didn't even care about the fine-arts portion of that day, you just wanted go home.

"Because she's jealous that I give you all my attention!"

"Which brings me back to why? You always seem to have a new girl on your arm every time I see you. You should be laughing in my face with the rest of your friends, you should be making a snide comment, you shoul-"

Jungkook suddenly spun you around and kissed you in the middle of your rant. His fingers tilted your chin up. "Mm, when will you learn to shush."

You couldn't wrap your head about what had just happened.

...

"You still mad at me?" Jungkook asked and you angrily scrubbed a beaker. Of course the first time you defend yourself, your punishment is detention. WITH JUNGKOOK NO LESS.

You didn't answer, running the glass under water and setting it down with the rest of the lab supplies. "Hey, I'm bored. Wanna fuck?"

You almost dropped the test tube you were holding as you turned to glare at him. "What do you want?" you bit back a snide comment.

"To talk to you." he said is a "duh" tone.

"Well I don't." you replied. You just wanted to serve this detention and never get another one. "And no, I'll pass on fucking you."

"Aw maybe next time. Do you have a boyfriend or something?" he asked, leaning against the counter. You shook your head to signify that you did not. "Why?"

"Because nobody cares enough." you said flatly. "Happy?"

"No really. You're great!" Jungkook mused. "Any guy would be happy to have you."

"Huh?" you raised a brow. "What are you getting at?"

"You deserve someone who-....who cares about you Y/N. Who wants to see you happy." he said seriously. "Someone who knows you, but also learns new things about you as well." he chuckled. "Like how good of a hit you are despite me only ever seeing you read books." You focused on Jungkook's face, where was the annoying bad boy who always got on your nerves? He was still there, right?

"Whose dumb enough to care about a stick in the mud goody two shoes like me." you looked down at your shoes. "I'm all about rules and knowledge. I've never met someone who finds that endearing."

"You really are innocent." he shook his head. "Do I have to spell it out?"

You looked up at Jungkook who wore that typical smirk that didn't reach his eyes. He brushed a few hairs from over your eyes. Jungkook crashed his mouth over yours. He threw the sponge you were holding off somewhere and your hands tangled in his hair.

You leaned your head back, feeling his scalding hot mouth against your flesh. His tongue left a scorching trail down your neck. His hand contrasted in temperature, feeling cold as he slid under your shirt. Your hands rested on his cheeks, your lips moving steadily together. Before you know it, you were being lifted onto the counter.

"Does this mean you like me back?" he chuckled, smiling cheekily.

...

"Come on. If anyone says anything, I'll kick their asses." Jungkook cheekily smiled. You two stood outside the double doors of the entrance to the school. Last week was hectic and seemed like so much happened.

"Okay." you slipped your hand in his. It was like several gasps could be heard. The two polar opposites seen holding hands, stop the presses! Innocent little you was seen holding hands with the man who broke the last principal's nose.

You walked over to Lisa who was wearing a smirk. "Told you so."

"Shut up." you mumbled.

"Hey, you got an eye problem fuckface?" you heard Jungkook growl at who you assumed was someone who was glaring a little too hard. "Look somewhere else before I-"

"Aye Jungkook!" Hoseok suddenly walked up. "Calm down bro. Hey Y/N, you're looking-"

"Say anything to her that she doesn't like and there will be one less man alive today." He warned, pulling you closer to him.

"So you two are-" Namjoon raised an eyebrow.

To answer his question, Jungkook grabbed you by the waist and crashed his lips over yours, causing fake gags and "EW's" to erupt from his friends.

"Get a room would ya?" Jin rolled his eyes.

(AND WE'RE DONE! WHOO! MY POST WAS TOO LONG WTF AAAH. I HIT THE MAX POST LIMIT WITH LINE BREAKS TELL ME IF YOU WANT A PART TWO!)

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woildismyerster · 6 years

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can i request a modern!race x reader where they’re in the same circle of friends but don’t really talk and end up having a really close flirty friendship that all their friends ship and they end up dating?

Please do!

“Y/N, you know that math isn’t my thing, right?” Davey ignored the packet you held in his face, raising his eyebrows at you.

“Can you help me, or not?”

“Probably,” he sighed. He took the homework and paged through it, absently asking one more question. “Why don’t you ask Race for help?”

“Because I don’t talk much to Race,” you said. “It would be out of nowhere.”

“Friendship usually is.” Davey gave a stumbling explanation of the math concepts, periodically pointing out that if you wanted quality help, you had a friend who could actually provide it.

You knew that Race was a rockstar in his math classes. You knew that he told the best jokes, that he could skateboard like a pro, and that he made a mean grilled cheese. You knew plenty about him, which seemed a little unfair since you could count on one hand the number of times that you had a solo conversation with him.

He was one of the closest friends of all of yours, but the two of you somehow managed to stay out of each other’s orbits. It had been unintentional at first, but after years of ‘you would love him,’ you didn’t seek him out on principle.

If your math grade suffered a little as a result, so be it.

“Oh, thank God.”

Your brow furrowed when the words came from over your shoulder, and it turned to a frown when the owner of the voice sat in the seat next to yours.

“I thought that I wasn’t going to know anybody in my testing room,” Race said. He grinned at you, and the sincerity was heavy. “You have no idea how glad I am that you’re in here.”

“It’s a shame nobody else is here,” you hedged.

“I’d take anybody,” he said. “You’re good enough for me.”

Your lips quirked into a smile. “Not sure you’re good enough for me, but I guess you’ll have to do.”

In all honesty, you would rather have been without him. Even so, the way his jaw dropped made the room a little brighter.

“I am spectacular company,” he said. “You just have bad taste.”

“I have great taste,” you countered. “You just don’t taste good.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he sneered.

Like everybody had told you, Race whizzed through the math portion. He spent his free time angling his four function calculator toward your seat and typing numbers so they spelled out words when he turned it upside down.

You didn’t know why ‘BOOBS’ made you laugh, but you got several dirty looks from your neighbors. Race grinned at you, and you grinned back.

“You know who makes the best notes for presentations? Race. I swear, it’s impossible to be nervous when you read the notes he makes. You should partner with him sometime.”

“You know, maybe I will.”

Katherine had a lot to say about being forced to change into swimsuits in the open on swim days. It would have been more interesting if she didn’t say the same things every week, and if you hadn’t already agreed with it all.

“It’s humiliating,” she reiterated.

“True that.”

“People shouldn’t be afraid to come to school, and I know for a fact that there are teenagers who have crazy anxiety about this.”

“Uh huh,” you said absently.

“What are you looking at?” She followed your gaze to where Race stood by the side of the pool, waiting for his to jump off the diving board. “Oh, I see.”

“I’m just watching the swimmers,” you said innocently.

“You’re sexing Race up with your eyes, Y/N,” Katherine grinned. “I thought you barely tolerated him.”

“We’re friends, now.”

“Mmmhmm.”

You shot her a look. “Friends can look at other friends, Kath. Remember how you used to look at Jack?”

“We make out under the bleachers at football games now.”

“Oh.” You searched for another, more valid example, but fell short. It wasn’t a big deal to like seeing Race in a swimsuit, right? Casual appraisal wasn’t a problem.

Race glanced over at you, taking note of your gaze. He waved, smiling smugly. He repositioned himself like a swimsuit model, looking utterly ridiculous with his miles of arms and legs. He was too lanky for that pose, you told yourself. It looked stupid.

Your suddenly dry mouth said otherwise.

“Oh, indeed,” Katherine said with a cheshire smile.

“Race looked cute today. Right, Y/N?”

“Hmm.”

“That shirt made his eyes pop.”

“Hmm.”

“I didn’t like you much at first, did you know?” You tried to eat the peach in a way that wouldn’t dribble the juices all over yourself, but you were failing miserably. You settled for cupping a hand under your chin to catch them.

“When was that?” Race handed you a napkin, but you waved him off. It was too late for that.

“Like, until state testing.”

His jaw dropped, outraged. “How could you not like me for that long? We were friends for years!”

“Hardly,” you snorted. “We had the same friends. You were just that guy everybody wanted me to talk to. It felt like nagging, so I didn’t want to talk to you at all.”

“And to think,” he groused, “I liked you from the start.”

“You always were a sap.”

He threw his peach pit at you, but your hands were too full to catch it. You let it hit your shoulder, and frowned at the syrupy splotch it left behind.

“I liked you eventually,” you said. “Really, I just had to talk to you.”

“Thanks.”

“It made up for your face.”

You laughed when he jostled your hand, spilling the peach juice on your clothes. You wiped the rest of it down his leg, and he winced for the rest of the day at the stiffness of his leg hair.

(“I’ll have to amputate the leg, Y/N.”

“Take a shower and suck it up.”

“I’d let you suck it up, if you know what I mean.”

“Race, save it for in your dreams.”)

“Wanna hang out later?”

“Can’t. I’m going over to Race’s for a project.”

“Human anatomy?”

“Jesus Christ. English.”

“So,” Albert said. “You and Race, huh?”

“He’s my friend now, yeah.” You bit your lip while you measured out the water for AP Chem, wishing that your partner would pay more attention to the lab than to your relationships.

“Sure seems like more than that.”

“Because we actually talk to each other? Funny how close that makes people.”

Albert huffed out a sigh. “We all told you that you would like each other if you just talked. Now that you have, it’s obvious that you want to date. Just bone, already.”

“Crass,” you commented. He wasn’t totally wrong, of course - Race was overwhelming for your senses. All of you was conscious of all of him, and you had yet to find a solution. “Why do you care?”

“It’s physically painful to watch the two of you. Swimming through Jello would be easier than cutting through that tension.”

You laughed. “Quit being dramatic.”

“I’m not!” Albert took your pencil and poked you in the forehead with your eraser. “Get it through your skull - the two of you will be happier once you make out. Just do it.”

You harrumphed, but silently agreed. You had wasted a lot of time ignoring Race, and it was a mistake. Maybe it would be a mistake to put this off, too.

“Y/N, you seem like the type of person who could make it work with a high school sweetheart.”

“I don’t have one.”

“Sure you don’t.”

“You’re gonna kill your interview,” you said. “No question.”

“No,” Race groaned. “Lots of question. All of the question.”

Race was laying on his bed, and you were sitting on the floor next to it. Minimizing the temptation, maximizing the comforting. Sort of.

“You’ve got this,” you urged. “NYU will be eating out of your hand by the end.”

His face was buried in a pillow, and you half wondered if he had suffocated himself. “Y/N,” he mumbled, “I really, really want to go to this school.”

“And you will. Just be yourself.”

“That’s garbage advice,” he said. He flipped his head to the side and glared at you, but it was halfhearted. “Colleges aren’t looking for all of this.”

‘This’ was accompanied by gesturing at a middle school track t-shirt, athletic shorts, and old man socks pulled all the way up to the knee.

“You’ll be wearing a suit,” you said.

“That’s not what I mean, and you know it.”

You sighed and climbed up onto the bed. You ran your fingers through his curls, and he relaxed a little.

“Race, be yourself. That worked on me, right? You’re the coolest person I know, and you don’t even have to try.”

“I try really, really hard around you,” he said.

You scoffed, and he sat up.

“I’m serious. I was so busy trying to get you to like me that I didn’t even care about how I did on those tests. It was, like, a full time job. I wanted to be my funniest, my smartest, my most interesting. You brought out my superlatives,” he said urgently.

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, but it only grew when Race leveled you with his tired, earnest eyes. “And it worked. You are the funniest, smartest, most interesting person I have ever known. NYU will see the same thing.”

“I hope so,” he sighed.

“Why were you trying so hard to impress me?” You couldn’t look at him when you asked, and he didn’t look at you when he answered.

“I’d only heard good things about you, and I had only seen good things from you. It seemed worth a shot.”

“What were you hoping for?”

“Everything.”

You didn’t know what that meant. You weren’t sure if he was satisfied with what he’d gotten, or if he was waiting for more. You weren’t sure how much more he wanted. That being said, his eyes were very blue, his mouth was turned down with exhaustion, and his hands were playing with a loose thread on your pants.

You wanted everything.

You kissed him, bracing your hands on his knees. He didn’t hesitate before responding, slow and cautious. His hands came up to cup your cheeks, and he sighed into your mouth.

“I wasn’t trying to ask for that,” he said, pecking your lips one more time. His hands stayed on your jaw, brushing along the curve of it like it was something to be studied.

“No,” you agreed. “But I wanted to give it.”

That earned you a half smile, and his eyes were brightening. “I don’t think that’s what I’m aiming for with the interviewer.”

“Do what you have to do, babe.”

He grinned, and he leaned in again.

“You know what I need? Somebody to make out with. Right now.”

“Y/N, you do realize that you don’t need to tell us every time you kiss Race, right? We don’t want to know. We’ve seen too much.”

“You shouldn’t have talked so much about it before, then. You’ve made your bed - it’s time to lie in it. Race, get in here.”

#Newsies #newsies fanfiction #newsies x reader #race/reader #racetrack higgins/reader #racetrack higgins x reader #race higgins #racetrack higgins #Ally writes

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hawkeyebabe · 6 years

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Unpopular Opinion: FMA Live Action Was Not Good

Now wait a minute! I know you’re upset. It seems that most people on this site + in this fandom rather liked it. And that’s great! I do want people to enjoy it.

But let me tell you why I didn’t. Spoilers ahead.

———————

I work in LA as a freelance film editor and I love love love movies more than I love almost anything else in the world. Not that that matters, but I’m just saying I pay rent by working in video! So I’m not COMPLETELY speaking out of my ass, I’m just speaking as both a film lover and a FMA lover.

Buckle up we’re goin’ in.

There were things I liked!

Dean Fujioka as Colonel Mustang

I thought he was one of the best things about this movie. First of all I could stare at his physical face for hours like yikes, I think I’m in love with someone I don’t even know. And he’s an incredible actor! His delivery, his facial expressions, everything was great. I loved him. He was perfectly cast as Mustang. And fuck he’s so hot. I’m sorry. I love him.

Ryôsuke Yamada as Edward

Also pretty talented! He had the impulsiveness and brashness of Ed in the series, and he managed to pull off the fight choreography and emotional demands of the character. Which brings me to...

(Most of) The Fight Choreography!

It was impressive and almost always realistic, there weren’t too many cheesy punches (which are a common fault in adaptations or lower budget fight movies), and everyone involved totally pulled it off.

The Photography Value

There were several sequences where I was like, dayum, that was a cool camera move. Some scenes were paint by numbers, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. It’s just average. But there were some scenes that were pretty cool! And they definitely put effort into making things like visually interesting, so to me, it shows that they did care about the film! It wasn’t just a cash grab. I respect that.

Roy’s Fight With Lust

It was awesome. The fire looked amazing, Lust looked amazing, Dean looked amazing (fucking always good god), and the music and the EVERYTHING, it was intense and it was great. Not perfect, not revolutionary, but great.

Alexander

Good fucking dog

The Costumes

There wasn’t one single outfit that I hated. They did a great job with that, a really great job. The military uniforms were spot on, they didn’t look cheaply made whatsoever, Lust’s dress was beautiful and seductive, Envy’s get-up was perfect (although he looked/acted mildly too goth), and YUP. It was good. I also liked how they showed Riza in her classic black high-necked shirt. Even though it didn’t make cohesive sense for her to have taken off her jacket in that scene but anyway.

Fucking ROYAIIIIII

At least it was THERE, like, it wasn’t nearly enough for my shipping heart, but it was there and it was subtle and I loved that. I actually didn’t want a Royai kiss (I know, execute me) because it wouldn’t have felt true to their story. The way they interact in the series is so subtle and drawn back, that throwing a kiss into this one movie (that doesn’t expand on a ton of things) would have felt cheap and rushed. I like what they did, at face value. The characters weren’t expanded on at all, but for what they DID give us, and the fact that they included hints of Royai at all, I really appreciated that. Roy and Riza commonly communicate through glances and not words, and they showed that when Riza finds him at the end of the battle, and she looks at his wound then up at him, and he nods to ease her. Not one word was exchanged. Yes, A+.

See? I’m not a total asshole. There were good things. But man, there were bad things too.

I wanna precede this with something; I understand why people like this movie. It’s content! We are practically dying at this point for more content. And it’s two hours of content!! We will eat. That. Shit. Up.

But it’s kind of like reading a mediocre fanfiction story, isn’t it? At least it is to me. Like I see the potential and my thirsty ass is parched for something, anything, so I will read this mediocre story. I will watch this mediocre movie.

But that doesn’t mean it couldn’t have been great.

First of all, they BOOKED it through the story. There were WAY too many plot points. YES, I know that it’s a hard challenge to condense a whole series into one movie, but you know how you fix that? Don’t do that.

There is a right way to introduce characters, introduce a world, a story, the good guys and the bad guys, and three full acts. You don’t have to cram a whole series into one movie. Pick a few plot points, one of them being a major one (for the final act), and focus on those. Leave the end hanging open, wrap it up, but don’t wrap it ALL up. Then, interwoven within those plot points should be character development, and THAT’S what should drive the story. Not a thousand episodes compacted into two hours, but the characters, the very interesting, very unique, very original, very entrancing characters. And you know what?

They did not focus on the characters.

In fact, Al had like, ZERO screen time?! This wasn’t Ed and Al’s movie, this was Ed’s movie. And that is absolutely not true in the series. The two of them are equally important, equally layered. I understand there wasn’t a very large budget to appropriately include Al in every scene with Ed, but they could have figured something out. To just push him off to the side is just kind of insulting and it made me a little angry.

Ask any Hollywood producer, director, screenwriter, whatever, “What makes a good story?” Every single one of them will tell you the same thing:

The characters.

It doesn’t matter that each and every character had a full arc and fleshiness in the series, that doesn’t mean that that automatically translates to the movie, because it doesn’t. In the movie, they introduce what began this whole adventure as if it were first being introduced, which means the same should apply to the characters.

If you show this film to a first-time viewer, fresh eyes who’ve never seen FMAB, and ask them, “What can you tell me about Roy Mustang and Riza Hawkeye?”

They’ll say,

Who is Riza Hawkeye?

Because I’m pretty certain they never say her fucking name.

And then you’ll explain it’s the Lieutenant to Mustang, and they’ll say, “Oh! Well he’s the Flame Alchemist, he’s hot (or at least they should say that), and the Lieutenant seems to be his assistant or military partner, and I think they love each other.”

But that’s it. That’s all they can tell you about these two main characters. That whole sentence is ALL the movie tells you about these two. That is not what I consider character development, that’s called sloppiness. Yes, we the fandom understand there’s more to them, but this movie is supposed to be standing on it’s own, it’s not supposed to use the series as a crutch.

When Ed and Al are suffering after discovering what Tucker had done? And Mustang gives them some tough love? You know what could have been so simple, so easily done, and gone miles in terms of character relations?

Hawkeye giving Ed her damn coat. That would have taken five seconds to show, and it would have shown Hawkeye’s compassion, Ed as a child even though he’s seen hell, Mustang watching her and showing a glimpse into their dynamic, LIKE. LITTLE THINGS, little CHARACTER MOMENTS are SO important! And they just didn’t include things like that because they just weren’t thinking about it.

I could go into every single character and explain how none of them were done justice, but I’ll save your time. Just understand that not one character was fleshed out, Ed was the closest that came to that and he was still not done well.

UGH, real quick: You know why we were all devastated by Hughes’ death in FMAB? Because we loved him. He was likable, he was charming, he was a good man, and Hiromu Arakawa made that happen. A first time viewer probably didn’t feel anything when Hughes’ died in this movie because his little story was shoved down our throats and then he was killed. Maybe that could have been the final plot point, or at least the turning point in the second act, in another world. Give us much more time with a character we’re supposed to care about before killing him. They didn’t make his death emotional at all, whereas it’s one of the most heart breaking scenes in FMAB. This was one of those scenes that was paint by the numbers to me, there was nothing special about it. And I’m frustrated about that.

They barely even mentioned Ishval.

It was absolutely an integral, emotional, severe part of the series that made it so fucking beautiful. This series wasn’t just fun, or action-y, or heart-warming, it was political, and real, and harsh.

Two of our protagonists, Roy and Riza, are deeply flawed and deeply haunted. They are not perfect beings. They did terrible, terrible things. VILLAINOUS things. This movie does nothing for them. There is no emotional arc, there is no showing how they change from the beginning of the movie to the end, there is nothing! Characters are supposed to change, in every movie. They are SUPPOSED to have flaw, and we the audience are supposed to see that.

How do they differ, what do they learn, what happens to them to sway their judgement? I’m sorry, but the characters in this movie are two dimensional. None of them are flawed, none of them have depth except maybe Ed because they explain how much he cares about Al what he did to save his life, but that’s it.

This movie did not show one iota of the complexity of these characters, and I’m bitter about it. That’s all I’ll say because I could go on for awhile.

Laboratory Five.

What an intense, crazy part of FMAB. For me, that was when I officially was like oh, this show means fucking business. That’s when they really dive into what the philosopher’s stone is, and it’s when basically every character is shown hell, it’s when so much happens, and it’s the catalyst to what eventually becomes The Promised Day.

I could barely even tell that they were in the lab in this movie. They stripped every character of that event from them, and it sucks because it was literally written for the producers of this movie right there in the series how to pull this off correctly, and they didn’t! There was incredible potential for our live-action characters, potential for Roy to be almost killed by Lust (away from everyone else), for Riza to think he’s dead and for her to break her stoicism, Al to be shredded by Lust but still trying to protect Riza, like that scene alone was integral, integral, to the telling of those three (four including Lust, her complexity of almost wishing to experience humanity) characters and they didn’t even show it. I’m mad.

Gluttony

I’ll say one thing: when he’s told to eat all those soldiers and he opens up the artificial gate of truth in his belly and he runs at them. Like that shit had me weak.

I’m gonna say another thing, sorry, I’m a liar, I’m just fired up.

Don’t have the budget to make something terrifying look terrifying? Do. Not. Show. It.

Jaws is a perfect example of this. They chalk up this terrifying monster of a predator, who devours human after human ruthlessly, and they barely show him. It was cinematic genius. Can you imagine each scene showing a terrible robotic shark gnawing on his victims? No, because it would be cheesy as hell! And that SCENE! IN THIS MOVIE? WAS SO BAD! Remember when I said I loved the costumes? That’s still true except for Gluttony, he was a mistake.

The Antagonists

The antagonists are equally as important as the protagonists. A good antagonist has depth, has reason, has lapses in judgement and is written as a protagonist who has different motives. Envy and Lust are both such COOL fucking antagonists in FMAB, and are both individually explained as separate entities. In this movie they served no other purpose than to exist as the bad guys. We get a peek into Lust when she’s killed, but that would have been more emotional and meaningful if she was given more depth prior to that. Why is she doing what she’s doing? Why IS she the bad guy? Why is she the way that she is? And the same questions apply to Envy. This movie doesn’t tell us. It just tells us, “Hey, these are the bad guys. Let’s hope our heroes defeat them!”

Riza Hawkeye

I didn’t hate her, but I didn’t love her. Riza is supposed to be this total badass, and a very complicated character. I don’t think the actress they cast was bad, so I’m not blaming her at all, but I don’t think she should have been Riza. Honestly she just looked too much like a porcelain doll. Riza isn’t supposed to look breakable. I’m probably being too picky on this specific point, but I’m just so fond of Hawkeye’s character and very protective of her and I don’t think she was done justice.

The fight choreographers set her up to fail, also. They did a great job with Ed, but they probably did jack squat with her. The writers didn’t give her any fight scenes, fine. But they did give her scenes holding a gun. And I don’t know if they spent much time teaching the actress how to properly handle a gun.

Yeah she holds it alright, but she doesn’t handle it expertly. If I’m watching a movie about the military, I expect little things like that to be believable. It wasn’t that actress’ fault, of course not, why should she know how to handle a rifle believably, as though it was an extension of her body? It was the producers’, the director’s, fault for not having someone teach her. This may come off as nitpicky, but if you want to make a great film, you make shit like that happen. Don’t show me a character who is supposed to be a master chef if they chop vegetables unevenly or don’t tie up their hair. Big things are important, yes, but little things are even more so. It shows that the filmmakers are paying attention.

The film’s score

It wasn’t terrible but it wasn’t impressive. I LIVE for movie scores so this can be more of an opinion than a critique, but I’m gonna briefly talk about it anyway.

Some of it was nice, like in Lust’s death scene, but in other scenes, it just felt so unnecessary. Like it was way too big and didn’t match the scene that was happening. So, basically, I wasn’t impressed.

Winry Rockbell

It’s a common practice in anime to make many female characters high-pitched and over-the-top, but that’s not really something that should be done in live action films because it doesn’t translate the same. To me, her character just came off as obnoxious most of the time.

In the series, she’s strong and tough, but still feminine. She’s young and naive, but has the upmost potential and is sharp as hell. She didn’t serve as a purpose in this movie except as Ed’s damsel in distress and that’s not what she’s supposed to be.

And that wrench she used to knock against Al’s head? Totally the worst. It looked like a Halloween prop. That can be pulled off in an animated movie or show but not live action, it just makes it look ridiculous. Like what size of a wrench is that? What would that realistically be used for? Screwing on a propeller to a fucking fighter jet?!

The absence of the Mustang Gang

Mustang has a following. He’s what Amestris needs, he has a difficult goal, and few see his potential, but his team does, and they risk their lives day after day for him. That’s a big effing deal. And not only does it add depth to the series, it adds depth to Mustang as a character. The Mustang Gang gives him depth. And to go along with my previous point of the characters being two dimensional, part of it is because of stuff like this.

There was a way to introduce them, introduce what they mean to Mustang and what he means to them, how they interact with each other, giving insight to how the military might be in this world, they just had so much potential and I’m bitter that it wasn’t included.

OK I’m going to try and wrap this up, I could honestly write a dissertation on what went wrong.

TL;DR:

This was definitely not the worst live-action adaptation I’ve ever seen. But just because it IS an adaptation, and adaptations hold a reputation for being bad, doesn’t give this movie lenience for being one of the better ones.

As an adaptation? It was alright!

As a film? It was bad. It was a bad film.

They didn’t develop ANY of the characters, they ignored their budgets and showed bad CGI/costumes when they could have enacted clever tactics to avoid the cheese, they ignored many integral parts of the series, parts which made the series so damn good, and they stuffed and stuffed this movie so full of plot points and events until it became non-cohesive and unsteady. A good film is smooth, flowing, and engaging.

One day, if I ever manage to make my dreams come true, I’ll write the best FMA movie you can imagine, I’ll make it, and I will slay the notion that adaptations will always be mediocre. There is a way to make it good, to make it great! There is a way to make a great live-action anime film!

Burn me at the stake if you disagree with me, but these are my thoughts and I had to write them out.

Again, I did not hate this movie! There were good things. But that doesn’t give it a pass for not being great.

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irlpinkiepie · 6 years

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a house built on sand, chapter 6

a bnha fic

Dreams are fickle creatures.

Sometimes the most certain can fall apart at a moment’s notice, and sometimes, the most fantastic dreams have a chance of coming true.

Of course, that all depends on the dreamer.

[ao3]

Izuku was never comfortable with hospitals, not since that first day, and this time was no different. Waking up in a cold and unfeeling room with nothing but flat white surfaces was never a good way to start off a morning.

“Oh good, you’re feeling alright,” sighed the old woman at her bedside. Dusting off the lapels of her lab coat, she frowned, shook her head and began to scold her. “You really should be more careful than that, though! Playing the hero is all well and good, but that was just plain reckless.”

“Wh-where am I?” Izuku asked, blinking deliberately. Well, a hospital, presumably, but why? She didn’t remember going to one; in fact, the last thing she remembered was—

The entrance exam.

The entrance exam that she was actually in danger of doing well in before she made a stupidly impulsive decision and screwed up any chance of actually getting into the school of her dreams.

The entrance exam where she decided, at the cost of everything she had spent the last year working towards and her entire life hoping for, to save the life of a friend she had only just made.

The exam where she fell ten meters onto flat concrete and passed out.

Suddenly, everything made sense.

“Do you not remember?” the woman - or, the nurse, she supposed - asked. “You took a pretty bad fall during the practical exam earlier, so we took you to the school hospital to recover. I got you all patched up, so it’s just about when you feel ready to head back home at this point.” She smiled down at her from her bedside.

“Wait, the exam! Do you know if I got in?” It was maybe a bit foolish to be hopeful, but she had to at least know. Or try to know.

Her nurse shook her head and said simply, “They haven’t been announced yet.”

Oh.

“Oh.”

Izuku tried to think about that for a moment, but her head was too clouded to articulate any kind of response, and she settled for a dumbfounded nod before gently whispering, “I think I’m ready to leave.”

The nurse stared down at her through her visor, looking skeptical, and then nodded back and reached out a hand to help her out of her bed. “You sure you’re okay? I don’t wanna have to find you on the ground outside this room and check you in again.”

She wasn’t sure if that was a joke or a threat, but regardless, she gritted her teeth and pulled herself into a sitting position. “Don’t worry, I got this,” she responded, and then took to her feet and started walking.

15:47. Every sixteen minutes, thirty-three to travel. Next one’s at 16:02.

Railcard. Backpack. Start running. Right. Left. Another left. Wait. Board.

Think. No. Bad idea.

Wait.

“Are you alright, miss?”

Blink, look around. Who?

Oh, right.

Why is the floor so close?

“…Long day.” Whisper, high-pitched. Hope that’s enough.

Look again. Familiar. Too familiar.

Stand up. Get to the door. Run. Keep running.

Gate. Porch. Door. Darkness.

“Oh, you’re home! How did the exam go? Do you think you passed?”

“…Izuku? Everything alright?”

“Uh oh.”

Things were a blur for a while after that.

The first day Izuku remembered was a Tuesday. She was laying in bed, wondering why it was so bright, and then it occurred to her to actually check the time. Running downstairs in a frenzy, she nearly crashed head-on into her mother, but before either of them had the chance to react Izuku blurted out, “Why am I not at school?”

“Because you asked not to be?” her mom answered, more than a hint of confusion in her voice. “Gosh, are you still that shaken up? Do you need anything? Food?”

“U-um…” That was a lot for her to take in at once, but there was one thing she definitely processed. “Food would be nice.”

Moments later, the two of them were sitting in the kitchen, listening as popcorn sounded off in the microwave next to them. There was something oddly contemplative about the entire experience, though Izuku wasn’t entirely sure what there was to contemplate. Besides the obvious.

“So, uh, is everything okay?” Izuku asked. She felt a little silly even as the words came out of her mouth, but she wasn’t expecting her mother’s response to be a stifled giggle.

“I’m sorry, it’s not like that,” she clarified after stopping herself. “It’s just— well, I was expecting to ask you that question.” Reaching over, she pressed the button to open the microwave door and pulled out the bag inside. “To answer your question, though,” she continued, opening it and pointing it towards Izuku, “my daughter is hungry and hasn’t eaten yet, so everything isn’t okay yet.” She grinned slightly and gestured with the bag again before Izuku reached in and grabbed a handful.

As much as she was worried, snack food was definitely appealing to her right now, and one handful was quickly followed by another, and then another. “Thanks, Mom,” Izuku said between bites.

She wasn’t sure how to feel, exactly. The present situation certainly seemed plenty normal, but there was something distressing about normalcy being her primary concern. Were things really alright? Was she alright?

“Honey, you’re fine! Just fatigued, is all, and I can’t blame you for that.” Her mother put the bag down on the counter and wrapped her arms around her. “I mean, from what I’ve heard about your exam, that doesn’t surprise me one bit.”

Exam? What exam— wait, the exa—

Monday. Hearing her first alarm of the morning go off, Izuku turned off her phone and rolled over, lying face down on her bed.

What even was the point? Sure, she could head into school and suffer through lessons she had already read months past on her own, or enjoy the privilege of being misgendered and made fun of by most of the class, but for some reason that seemed less than appealing today. Especially since there was no way her eight points in the practical would ever be enough to pass; most people had to wait until they were older than fifteen to have their dreams crushed, but she guessed she was lucky.

Izuku pulled her blanket over her face, sinking down into her sheets.

Then, forcefully, said the word “No” and threw herself out of bed.

Depression is bad, but staying at home won’t help. Eight wasn’t a great score, but the written exam is still coming up. Nothing’s certain, and that’s still a chance to make a good impression, but that means keeping up with school, which means going to it. Only one month left.

Reluctantly, she pulled on her uniform and headed for the door.

Friday. Hopping off the train, the magnificent glass palace of UA High School towered above her, and she almost pulled back before finding the courage to step towards the door. Sure, nobody else seemed to be here yet, but you can never be too early for an exam.

Walking along the pathway was an oddly nostalgic experience; it hadn’t even been a week, but the events of the practical exam had still been burned into her mind. That patch of grass is where she was standing when Katsuki walked past, and that tile was where she and Ochako had met - she jumped over the crack between the tiles with a flourish before heading towards the door.

And finding it locked.

Was this the wrong day? No, the exam was definitely today. Or was it yesterday? Wait, isn’t today—

Tuesday. Lifting her head up, Izuku looked around to find the entire class staring at her. She mumbled a faint apology before picking up a pen and returning to her notes. This wasn’t like her. And yet.

Thursday. It wasn’t all that uncommon to have trains delayed because of villains, but did it really have to be today? The school staff would probably be understanding if there were transport delays, especially ones happening so close to campus, but she would rather not take any chances if she could avoid it.

Checking the news on her phone, hoping that the obstruction would soon pass, she felt a drip of liquid on the back of her shirt and turned around and suddenly her breath and vision were taken away—

Saturday.

Izuku got home from school, dropped her things at the door, and collapsed on the sofa.

The past week had been a nightmare - sometimes, more literally than she could have hoped. Her written exam was… well, she didn’t remember it exactly, but considering her disaster of a practical, it would take a miracle to get in. She didn’t have a miracle, though; she had maybe two hours.

“Don’t worry, honey!” came a voice from the next room over. “Whatever happens, it’ll work out in the end, I promise.” Her mother walked in and placed a hand gently on Izuku’s forehead, which caused her daughter to promptly burst into tears.

“What if it doesn’t, though?”

Almost as soon as she had got the words out, she felt her mom’s arms wrapped tightly around her.

“Listen to me, Izuku,” she gently whispered. “I know you want to be a hero, but that’s not the only option for you. I promise, there are so many more things that would make you happy, and that’s what’s most important in the end. Even if this doesn’t work out—”

Her words of comfort were interrupted by the ringing of a doorbell and the sound of the mail slot being pushed open.

“Y-you know, we don’t have to look at that right now,” she stammered. “Maybe after dinner?”

In response, Izuku shook her head and headed solemnly for the door. “Better to know sooner than later.”

After locking the door behind her, Izuku sat down on her bed, trying to puzzle out the small cardboard box in her hands. It had to be a response from UA - the logo on the box said as much - but then why was it not the size of a sheet of paper? She couldn’t fathom what was inside, but she was still a little too afraid to open it.

No time like the present, though. Grabbing a pair of scissors from her desk, she cut the tape over the seal and tore open the box, only to end up more confused by the gray plastic circle inside, and then by the glowing blue light coming out of the top, and then—

“Never fear, I am here!”

ALL MIGHT?

“…as a projection!” The blue, holographic form of All Might, transformed and awe-inspiring, rose up from out of the box and nearly filled the room; Izuku scrambled to place the projector onto her desk and sit down, during which time the image shifted into full color. All Might was standing in front of what looked like a theater stage, wearing a yellow suit and aggressively posing.

“So, my girl, I’m sure you’ve been eagerly anticipating this day. My apologies for not reaching out to you sooner, but I wished not to have the stress of your results over your head when we spoke in person.”

“Eager” was one word for it. Why did she have to hear the bad news directly from him? This was already going to be hard enough.

All Might cleared his throat and continued, just as boldly as before. “So, I’ve been informed that I should be keeping these recordings short—” a thumbs up flashed from the side of the projection? “—and unfortunately that extends to you as well. So I’ll keep this brief: your written score was fairly impressive, but a score of eight in the practical exam is not enough to get into UA.”

Oh.

Oh no.

Don’t cry.

“Fortunately, you didn’t score nearly that low.”

…wait, what?

Suddenly, dramatic orchestral music rang out from the speakers as the camera panned back, and All Might broke out into a passion. “You see, my girl, we judge our prospective students not on their ability to destroy, but on their ability to be heroes. Sure, you were less good at defeating the training robots, but those were not the point. Rather, you strayed from the beaten path to patrol those your compatriots ignored; you defeated your enemies in a way that minimized the impact on both people and property; and most profoundly, you recognized a danger no one else noticed, acted when no one else could act, and saved the life of a classmate for no personal gain. What kind of hero school would we be if we neglected such obviously heroic actions?”

This can’t be real.

“So rather than just assigning arbitrary points for defeating obviously false opponents, your true score in this exam was determined by a panel of judges - instructors, former students, and professional heroes. Worry not, though,” he mock-whispered, placing a hand to the corner of his mouth, “there is no doubt of their neutrality; I was sadly not invited to the panel.”

No. No way. Was she really—?

“And by that metric, you, my dear Izuku, received full marks.”

Wh—

She—

“See you in April.” He bowed, and then the screen shut itself off.

#talking always yes lots of reading #ok to rebagel #bnha #tv: my hero academia #it has been. FAR TOO LONG but i have returned with fic #ahbos

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mirkwoodshewolf · 6 years

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Chapter 18; I won’t be weak

And here we go with some Bucky/reader fluff. I hope you guys are enjoying these updates and I hope you all enjoy this chapter. Not really any warnings just pure Bucky fluff and maybe some small minor showings of depression but that’s really it, enjoy my lovelies :)

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It had been a week since the incident with Klaue and his death. Wakanda enforcements could relax as well as its people knowing now that the biggest threat to ever walk in their homelands was finally defeated. All except for the selected few like the royal family because they had to watch with utter solemn as one of their dearest and greatest friends had continued to suffer.

Ever since the accident, (y/n) had yet to utter a single word to anyone, even Bucky Barnes. She would barely eat, she couldn’t sleep without having nightmares of losing her arm. She was practically a zombie at this point. All she would do was sit outside for hours and hours staring out as the sun rose over the African country and literally sit there until the sun set and she would return to her bed and sleep but the nightmares would once again keep her up.

(Y/n) was in complete shutdown mode.

One early morning, Morowa was packing up to leave when Bucky saw her ready to leave and he said.

“You’re abandoning her?” Morowa paused then turned around and said to him.

“I’m told that some of Klaue’s former business partners are coming to see why he hasn’t made his deals finalized, I have to draw them away from here before they find out what really happened to him”.

“She needs you Morowa!” She stopped her packing and turned towards Bucky and walked up to him, placed her hands on his shoulders and said straight into his face not breaking contact.

“She needs you Sargent Barnes, she needs someone who has been through what she’s going through. She doesn’t need a mother, she needs her brother to talk to her and bring her back into the light”. Bucky looked at the Wakandan woman and he said to her.

“How?”

“Use that connection of yours to start, don’t force her to do anything, talk to her as you would’ve wanted to be talked to a year ago when you were on the run, how did she talk to you?” Bucky sighed deeply and said.

“I’ll try but I don’t know what good it’ll do”.

“It’ll be a start. You think too little of yourself Bucky, you have more power than even I could ever have when it comes to (y/n), when the time comes, you’ll know what to do. You are her brother after all”. Morowa embraced him and whispered in his ear, “Take care of our girl for me, I’ll try to be back as soon as I can”. With that final farewell, Morowa left Wakanda.

Later that day, Bucky had went to the one spot where he knew (y/n) would be and saw Shuri trying to talk to her about the plans for her suit hoping to get some input on what they could do now. Like always (y/n) didn’t respond when Shuri finally snapped impatiently.

“That’s it Raksha! For an entire week you haven’t spoken a word! You haven’t eaten anything and all you do is sit here and sulk! Are you really gonna let Klaue’s last action affect you this much!? The girl I once knew wouldn’t let this beat her down this much!” Then for the first time in a week, (y/n)’s expression slowly changed from broken and far away to anger.

“Burn it” she muttered. Shuri’s expression turned to shock and she said.

“Run that by me again?!”

“You heard me, burn it. Plans, the proto-type, everything! I’m not fit to wear that thing anymore, it was built for someone with two arms. Two Shuri! I’m a freak now and I don’t deserve to even wear that thing, nor and I worth all this trouble anymore! So for once all of you just leave me alone and let me deal with this on my own!” (Y/n)’s voice increased with each statement in anger while she got up into Shuri’s face before turning around heading back to her room completely ignoring Bucky who was hiding in the shadows.

Shuri growled and threw the plans to the ground and Bucky came up and Shuri turned around and snarled.

“She’s so damn stubborn like my dumb brother!”

“Let me talk to her”.

“Well I wish you all the luck Barnes! I don’t think anything will get through to her at this rate” Shuri stated bluntly as she walked away with the plans. Bucky sighed softly then he walked into the direction of (y/n)’s room.

Once he reached her room, he saw it closed with a sign that read in big bold red letters. KEEP OUT. MAD WOLF! HEED WARNING OR DIE!! He rolled his eyes and shook his head softly before knocking on the door softly.

*1st Person POV*

I lay on my back on my bed trying to hold in my tears of anger when I heard someone knock at my door.

“Read the sign!” I exclaimed.

‘Wolfie it’s me’. Smelling the air I could tell it was Bucky-bear and just him at this rate.

“What is it?”

‘Can I borrow five bucks?’ I looked at the door confused.

“What?” I struggled to sit myself up with my one arm and I stormed up to my door as I continued, “I lost my arm and all you want to do is borrow money from me?” I opened the door to reveal Bucky giving me the puppy dog eyes as he said.

“No, but I got you to open the door”. He smiled softly at me while I glared at him and turned back towards my bed and sat down. “You wanna talk?”

“There’s nothing to talk about!” I snapped.

“Okay, well then can you come with me for a sec?” I soon saw him kneel down in front of me and he looked up at me with those puppy dog eyes again. Damn him even though I’m a master at those eyes he does them better than me!

“Where are we going?”

“Just to a different room I know you’ll enjoy”. He helped me up and led me out of my room and we walked a couple of levels up towards the music room.

He led me towards the grand piano and he set me down on the bench before taking his spot next to me.

“A recent memory came to mind, whenever my sister Rebecca was sad or feeling a bit down, I remember once playing for her all her favorite songs and singing to her, so I did some digging around trying to find a good song that would hopefully help out with this situation and after a full week of digging around, I think I managed to find that very song that could help you out, because I know it helped me when I first heard it, reminded me of us”. He wrapped his arm around me and brought me in a gentle one arm hugged before giving me a quick peck at my forehead before turning his attention to the piano. As he began playing the song, I soon began to recognize the tune of it. It was from the first Land before Time movie, the song “If we hold on together”.

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He then began to sing the song and like I once heard when I was in my coma state after the Civil War, his voice was a beautiful baritone and his piano skills were so advance, I could swear he could’ve been a composer or a famous concert pianist.

Knowing the song myself when the chorus came, I found myself softly singing the song alongside Bucky. He then looked at me as he continued playing the piano and nodded at me to sing the next verse to which I did shakily but I still managed to keep my voice under control. Our voices joined together again for the chorus once again and out voices blended together in perfect harmony.

He then belted out part of the next verse before I joined him as soon our emotions got the best of us as tears filled our eyes but we kept our voices in pitch and Bucky didn’t stop playing once. I sang the next part before we joined back into our beautiful duet. As we finished the song, Bucky ended the song on a beautiful note before we turned to each other and embraced each other tightly.

“You were right it is hard to hug with just one arm” Bucky chuckled softly as we separated from each other and he cupped my face in his hands as he said.

“There’s my Wolfie”.

“And about damn time too!” Shuri’s voice exclaimed, we both turned around to see her as well as Nakia, Okoye, and T’Challa standing there. We both chuckled then I said to all of them.

“Guys I—”

“You don’t need to apologize (y/n), we know the pain of what you were going through. You have nothing to be sorry about” stated Nakia. I then stood up and walked up to the three Wakandans and said to them.

“I don’t want to be weak anymore, when I saw those men take Bucky away from me I was powerless to stop them, and this past week I actually allowed Klaue to think that even in death he kept me down and submissive like a dog should be. I don’t want his soul to think that about me, I want to prove him wrong”.

“I was waiting for you to say that, and I’ve got just the thing in mind”. Shuri then took my hand and she dragged me towards the lab where the two of us worked and spit balled ideas about my new arm.

Within three days it was ready and made.

I was sitting on the table with Shuri and the same doctors who installed Bucky’s arm coming in ready to operate. Bucky sat down beside me holding my hand in his as I felt myself shaking.

“It’ll be okay Wolfie. If I can do it, you can do it”.

“I know but it’s just—” I looked at him with teary eyes and he said as he stroked my cheek with his metal fingers.

“I know, I was scared too. But think of it this way, unlike me you have someone there to hold your hand the entire time. And I’ll make sure to not leave your side while you’re under”. You see unlike Bucky, they decided it was best for me to be under anesthesia while they did my arm since this was my first time and they wanted to be sure to get everything right.

“You promise you won’t let go?”

“I’ll never let go, I promise Wolfie, Bucky-bear’s right here for you”.

“(Y/n), we are ready to begin, are you?” Shuri stated. I suddenly got so nervous but Bucky took my face in his hands and coached me through some deep breathings to get my heart rate down. Once it was, gave them the nod to do it and as I kept my eyes on him, one of the doctors came in with the needle and injected me through my vein the anesthesia and at first my vision went blurry then bright until finally black.

*3rd Person POV*

Just like Bucky promised. He kept his human hand on top of mine squeezing it every now and then while stroking my hair with his metal one and talking to me, whispering in my ear while Shuri and the doctors went to work adjusting the skin by sawing it and making it more even before finally attaching the arm to each of her nerves.

Bucky kept his eyes only on his little Wolfie trying to ignore the sounds going on beside him as it brought back painful flashbacks from when he received the metal arm from HYDRA. After about 4 and a half hours of surgery, they made the all-clear sign for her and they brought her to the recovery bed.

Bucky remained by his sister’s side when he heard her beginning to stir. He took her human hand in his and whispered to her.

“Hey you, there’s my girl”. He stroked the hair away from her face and saw her trying to force her eyes open. “Shhh, take it nice and slow Sora Mea, nice and easy”. He took her hand in his and gently kissed it and felt her squeeze his hand. He smiled down at her and soon her eyes slowly fluttered opened.

*1st Person POV*

My vision was fuzzy almost like I was just waking up from a long night’s rest before finally my vision was clear again and I saw Bucky sitting beside me smiling down at me.

“There you are, how you feeling?”

“Funny, and itchy”.

“It’s the anesthesia, it’s starting to wear off, and your arm’s gonna be itchy for a couple of days. Shuri said you need to get used to the Vibranium they had to drill into your shoulder”. Bucky then stroked my hair gingerly and he asked me cautiously, “Do you want to see it?” I nodded then he coached me to slowly try to lift both my arms up and when I did I saw my new arm.

Like Bucky’s it was made of Vibranium and while Shuri and I were designing it, she told me that this arm was more special because it would adapt to whatever form I was in so if I was in human form it would appear as a normal human hand but when I change into my wolf form, it would alter its form until it was a wolf’s front leg with enhanced claws that were sharper and stronger than my normal ones.

I was conflicted with so many emotions that I didn’t know what to say. I turned to Bucky with wide eyes and he knew exactly what was going through my mind. He sat up and came around my left side to make it easier on me as he took my metal hand in both of us and like Bucky’s, I could feel things as they were like any other human hand.

“I know it’s a lot to take in, but I swear to you (y/n), I’m gonna help you through this”.

“You promise?” I asked. He smiled and kissed my metal fingers softly and vowed.

“I making you a Wolf’s promise, I won’t leave your side for anything in the world, us metal arms have to stick together right?” We both smiled at each other then he leaned forward and kissed my forehead lovingly and he told me to get some sleep. I nodded then I shut my eyes as Bucky kept hold of my hand and softly hummed an old 40’s song to help me get to sleep.

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