#like ‘oh i’m just gonna decide who you are and get rid of your human attributes because i find you attractive’ ???

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#same goes with the whole culture of making fun of tv and movie character’s REACTIONS to being bullied than the person who bullied them #like ppl making fun of el in s4 and then only defending angela bc they find her physically attractive it’s just objectifying angela tbh #like ‘oh i’m just gonna decide who you are and get rid of your human attributes because i find you attractive’ ??? #actually autistic #actually autism #autistic #abelism #my posts

[oasiswithmyg]

Aranahe

So’lek x Sarentu!Reader

Summary for this part: Etuwa, the tsahik of the Aranahe clan has invited you to her Hometree. You are determined to convince her father, the olo’eyktan, Ka’nat, to join the Resistance to fight against the RDA. But it seems to be a tough hill to climb. No worries, it seems you have gained a teacher for hunting.

Word count: 5K

A/N: I'm really sorry it took so long to post this part, I was sick for a week and half where I couldn't even get out of bed and go to work. Then when I finally got back to working, I got a big project to handle. I thought of posting this over the weekend. But I'll need to rest for a bit as my doctor told me, so I'll try my best to work on the next part as well!

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Although you were excited that Etuwa asked you to come by her Hometree, you felt the need to recharge yourself and head out with proper equipment and restock on your supplies. You decide the best thing to do is to head back to the base for now and possibly leave in a day or two for the Aranahe clan.

You also want to check up on the rest of the team and see how they're doing and reassure Priya, who has been contacting you through your radio, that you are indeed fine, albeit with a few bruises here and there, nothing much to worry about compared to the Resistance members that were hurt during the attack at the research field lab.

You can finally see the familiar sight of the base in the distance as you travel back, a sigh of relief escaping you, although the base is a bit cramped for Na’vis, it has become a safe haven to you throughout these times. However, you do not want to think about the other reason or Na’vi in this case of why you find the base calming. You sigh again, these thoughts about So’lek consuming you out of nowhere. You wonder if these thoughts about him are because he is a new member to your band of Na’vi, those who you have known your whole life or is this feeling and thoughts something more that you cannot describe.

You’re brought out of your thoughts when you hear the airlock door open with a hiss and head inside the base after waiting for the second door to open as well. Your head turns to look around for the bubbly human you have come to adore. You notice that a certain Na’vi is missing. So’lek must be finishing up some loose ends and is probably the reason why he’s not back yet.

You finally hear her voice near the comms as she seems to be explaining something excitedly to Anqa again, who looks to be back from her mission out in the field labs. Her hands move animatedly as she explains and she must see you in the corner of her eyes because the next thing you hear from her is, “Y/N!”.

You grin as you head over to Priya, smiling at Anqa as well, who smiles back at you and claims she has some work and heads out. You turn to look at Priya who seems to have a suspicious wide grin, as if she’s being mischievous and hiding something. You look at her curiously before deciding to ignore it for now. “Hi Priya, I got rid of the bad guys just like I said I would”. You state proudly.

“Thank you so much Y/N! Honestly I was worried that we wouldn’t get there in time but you really did save them, Alma and So’lek told me you fought really hard and amazingly!” priya tells you as you bend down to speak to her at equal eye level. You smile, feeling happy that Alma and especially So’lek were praising you for the job you did. However, before you could get any word in, Priya gasps, “Wait! I wanted to ask, are you hurt anywhere ? Do you need me anything to help you ? I see you have bruises, Oh god I’m gonna tell the medic team, you should really rest up !”

You stare at her in surprise, not sure what to say about all that but you know that you have to stop her from worrying again. You place a hand on her shoulder smiling gently, explaining to her in a calm manner, “I’m alright Priya, I promise. I made sure to take a Dapophet plant after the fight and don’t worry I will rest up.” You giggle at the relief in her face and continue, your heart warm from a human caring about you. You were always treated like freaks at TAP, “Thank you for worrying about me Priya, you are a really good friend”.

Priya grins at that, however it seems to be that mischievous grin again and lets out a secret that was supposed to be kept a secret, but Priya decided that playing matchmaker might be fun, “So’lek sounded really worried about you know? He radioed me and basically asked me to check up on you which I was already gonna do because we’re friends and that’s what friends do, but that’s like the first time he’s asked something like that, like ever! I also tried to ask him what’s going on-”. You don’t seem to hear the last of her sentence because you feel like your heart wants to jump out of your chest with how much it’s beating, your cheeks heat up again for honestly the nth time, So’lek being the main cause of all this.

To hear that he was worried for you and asked about you to Priya, who says that this kind of thing is a first for him? Your thoughts about him were already jumbled and yet here he does again with him not even being present! So’lek’s words were repeating in your head and even Priya can notice for the first time that you’re not listening to her and she just giggles feeling like she completed an important mission. If she thinks this is going the way it’s going, then she hopes that she can be the first one to say to So’lek something like I told you so.

“I think I will rest Priya, I will head out to the Aranhe clan in a day or two. Irayo (Thanks) for checking on me”, You say to her before you head out of the base, Priya waves a bye at you in response with a knowing smile and goes back to her work. You decide to head to the campfire under one of the base tunnels, where you figure that it would be a good place to rest up and you were also hoping to avoid So’lek as well, just so that you can clear your head for a bit.

As you rush out of the base to head to the campfire underneath it, your mind is swirling with thoughts on what Priya said again, sighing, you decide to remove your gear and eat a Rich Meat Roast. After all the fighting you definitely feel famished and exhausted. Maybe tomorrow you can talk with Nor again and see how he feels. You also feel like you need to talk to Teylan, you haven’t spoken to him much once you reached the base, maybe you can ask him some questions on tech the humans use, he usually gets so excited about them even though you much prefer the NA’vi way. Though some of the human contraptions do have their benefits

Although Teylan is not your brother by blood, you worry so much over him, not only with his fascination with human tech but also over the radio that Mercer gave to him. It seems that no matter what, Mercer would have some control over that boy, your little brother. You wish you could purge his mind about any fears of Pandora, of being a Na’vi. Maybe one day you and So’lek can talk with him

There you go again thinking about him, you sigh and just lay down, forcing your mind to just empty and sleep. You try to remember your sister humming the song of your people and it seems sleep comes to you at that moment, with one thought left before you do.

‘You would have loved Pandora Aha’ri’

It’s been two days, you have finally rested and restocked all the materials you would need on your journey to the Aranahe clan. You feel nervous, you are so used to the Humans and So’lek at the resistance, that meeting Na’vi out in Pandora was something else. But it also lit a fire of excitement and determination in you, you hope to get them on your side in fighting the RDA for Pandora.

You gave farewell to your friends at the base and set out. It took you awhile to get there on foot, but you managed to get there without encountering much predators. As you were passing by you noticed, 3 Na’vi crouched and talking to each other, they looked at you in shock and started whispering furiously

“Is that…That looks like a Sarentu?”

“A Sarentu? The lost clan?”

“Look at the mark!”

“It must be something else. The Sarentu are long gone.”

“Ka’nat will want to know about this’

“Let them pass. Hometree’s scouts will see them soon enough.”

You hurry along, not sure what to feel from the encounter. It seems the shock of meeting a Sarentu might be the highlight of many of the Na’vi people. You can only hope that it is with Joy that your clan has been back to the people. You finally reach what seems like  the entrance to the Aranhe Hometree, there are three important looking Na’vi who look to be in a deep discussion. As you approach them closer, someone shouts from above.

“You! Stranger!” A Na’vi male comes flying down from an Ikra and lands while holding a bow aimed at you, he’s agitated as he continues talking, “I’ve not seen your kind before. What clan are you?”. One of the other female Na’vi who was having a discussion also aimed a bow at you, seeming to reply to the cautious Na’vi, “They look odd”. 

Well that’s just rude.

You decide to calm them by raising your hands in a surrender manner and explain the situation as the other two who were in the back walked closer to you, “Etuwa invited me here…to see her father.” The very important and regal Na’vi comes even closer to you, his features seeming similar to Etuwa. “What’s that on your face?” one of the Na’vi aiming an arrow at your face asked you. The Na'vi, who you think might be Etuwa’s father, makes the Na’vis point their bow at you to lower their guard with a shout, “It���s the mark of a Sarentu!”

He comes even closer, slowly circling your body, his gaze looking up and down at your form with slight disdain, “and yet, the Sarentu we once knew did not defy Eywa with scraps from the Sky people”. 

Ok you get his hate but this is just plain rude, It was honestly most of what you had during your time a tap and it helped you in battles. “It’s all I know.”. You wish that it was different, that you grew up with more of the Sarentu Na’vi in you, “They stole us when we were children.”

The Na’vi seem to agree with your statement with his own, “They have stolen many things. You were gone a long time. And you are young. Has your spirit been molded by the Sky people? Or do you remember the ways of your clan?” You are thankful that Nor isn’t there to hear this, because it made even you, feel doubtful of your connection to your people. Why did it hurt so much to hear such questions you did not know?

The other older female Na’vi, who has a yellow chest guard around her shoulders, looks like she’s had enough with the conversation, making hand motions of lowering and making a dismissing face to the guarded Na’vi, “Shoo, put that away”

She comes closer to you holding you by the shoulders, curiously gazing deep into your eyes, “Hmm. Sharp eyes. A Sarentu’s gaze. But yours is heavy” Her voice is gentle as she notices. She must see the pain in your eyes from the years stolen. She points to the Hometree as she holds you gently, “I am Nefika, let Hometree be a refuge from your burdens. We will put some color in your cheeks. Or clothes, at the very least.” she jokes in her last statement, making you feel lighter, you definitely like her a lot already. You can see through the corner of your eye that Ka’nat who you have determined, is still circling you. 

Nefika continues as she holds your hands gently, “You will pick up the threads of your people here. Oh,How I miss their stories.” As if struck by some nostalgia, she places her hand on Ka’nat, looking at him, remembering her past with the Sarentu, She looks back at you, “They loved our Silk Harvest. The sweet smell of dye, ma’ yawntu! (loved one)”

She goes quiet for a moment, thinking something over before deciding on it, she addresses the other Na’vi, “Ka’nat, let me take the Sarentu. The poor child knows nothing of our ways”.

Ka’nat looks you over again, as if deciding whether or not you are a threat to the Aranahe clan. He makes up his mind, “Go. we will speak more when you are settled.” 

Nefika, The kind older Na’vi who was speaking gently to you, beckons you over to the Hometree with a smile, while the Na’vi that were cautious, lower their guards with a smile and let you in.

“I really must speak more with Etuwa’s father. About the Resistance.”  you rush to get the words out, already feeling restless, like you should be doing something more about the situation at hand.

“Later, ma’yawntu. He is our olo’eyktan, our clan’s leader. Let us clean up a bit first. You would frighten the hide off an Angtsik looking like that.” She speaks and laughs in a jovial manner.  You like her nature a lot, her words making your body relax as you both walk through the Hometree. She continues, “Besides, I would not mention those Sky people if I were you. They are nothing but trouble, and Ka’nat does not like trouble.” You finally reach the main gathering area of the Hometree, making you look at it in awe, curiously looking over the intricate weaving done in the interior and the Na’vi gathered in the area.

You focus back to the conversation with Nefika as she addresses you while guiding  you through, “Let me show you off a bit instead, hmm? Will you allow me that? It has been an age since we had a Sarentu around here. Your people certainly made life more interesting”. Her voice then lowers in wonder as she recalls an old tale, “One time, they told us a tale about the rare mating rituals of the giant Zakru. Apparently, it can take days!” her tone joking as she laughs which makes you laugh as well, the tales of your people are not only informative but hilarious as well.

As she leads you through the area many Na’vi stand up in wonder looking at you, You smile shyly and nod at them in acknowledgement, not used to the wonder and awe in anyone’s gazes. You also look over at the beautiful colors that fill their home, maybe one day you can fill your own home with it too. Maybe with Na’vi at the Resistance base. You stopped and shocked your head, ridding of the thoughts making sure they do not fill your brain, before continuing on with Nefika.

“There will be more time to listen to their tales later. Our great tree has many stories, lived many lives, hosted your ancestors as our guests before you. And there was not one Sarentu who could not resist how our dyes dance.” she laughs, beckoning you over to a younger female Na’vi, “Come, see my weavers.”

There she introduces you to Koranu, who showcases you the latest silk, though Nefika informs you that it was not strongest as it once was due to the Kinglor’s flowers being closed, but that it was still stronger than Zakeru wool even with the Zeswa clan loving to brag. It seems Koranu will be the Na’vi you go to for any weavings that need to be done. 

Koranu felt relieved to have something to do other than the thing she was working on, it seemed that it was causing her a bit of stress. She was nice, you felt that she would provide the things you needed.

Nefika is delighted by the talks of the beauty of weaving, her tone appreciative, calling it a work of art. She leads you to a place that looks like the cooking area, she calls out to her friend Relun excitedly. They both seem to have a friendly banter with each other, with Nefika having her heart set on the ways of the silk and dye, while Relun says that the heart of Aranahe is taste. You giggle at their back and forth of teasing. You let Relun know that you’ll visit more to try his cooking, Relun seems happy about that.

Nefika takes you to meet one more Na’vi, who looks stern but her gaze kind, just hardened from the war perhaps, Kitangi. Nefika, talks about the grace that the Sarentu had possessed as they definitely knew how to dress. She wanted you to wear the weavings of the Aranahe, as they are strengthened with Sturmbeasts hide, that even if you are caught, she said jokingly that you would be hard to swallow.

Kitangi looks at you as if you were a baby that did not know anything, asking if you could even track and whatnot, not liking the answer you had given, asking if your ‘okay’ was enough for you. Nefika looks at Kitangi, bringing up a Na’vi’s name you do not know. “Eetu is on a hunt. I’m sure he will make a fine guide”.

Kitangi laughs at that, looking at you as if giving you a challenge, It makes you wanna prove yourself, “Indeed, if you can find him. There is a hunting camp near the water. Eetu will be there. But do not upset his hunt! He will not thank you for that”.

Nefika looks at you, her gaze gentle and teasing, shooing you on, “Go on, ma’yawntu. A respectful hunt will show Ka’nat you remember the ways of The People.”  You nod at her and head back to the gathering area of the Hometree to get your thoughts in order. There was so much you learned by just meeting so many Na’vi, you can only hope to learn much more.  Maybe this Eetu could be a great friend and teacher.

You decide to radio So’lek about the situation, feeling a bit overwhelmed with everything, knowing that his voice could soothe you, “So’lek, I made it to the Aranahe. You…weren’t wrong about them. But one of them took me in. Nefika. She thinks I can impress Ka’nat if I show him I can hunt properly”.

So’lek felt a bit annoyed that they were making you go on a hunt as the first thing, was it not enough that even though the Sarentu clan had been gone for so long, the fact that you have persevered through difficulties, especially being taken as a child by the RDA, to them ? He wished he was there to guide you. You could tell he was annoyed by the tone of his voice, “They sent you on a hunt? I should have shown you how myself”

“It’s okay. Nefika said one of their hunters might show me how. Eetu”. You replied quickly, not wanting him to feel bad. Although you would have loved to learn from So’lek itself, maybe making some friends might help you along the way on your journey.

Eetu. Eetu? The fearless, reckless and cocky hunter, Eetu, will be the one to teach you? So’lek was already annoyed, now hearing this tidbit of information just made him more frustrated. He really should have been the one to teach you how to hunt. A storm raged in his heart, a feeling he was not so quite used to ever. He felt jealous. Usually he would be able to calm down and think with a clear head, but it seems jealousy fueled his next words, “Hmm. Be careful Sarentu. You do not need to prove yourself to them. You are Sarentu, and Ka’nat should honor that. I have seen you as well Sarentu, you are nothing like those demons, you have a bleeding heart that cares and you are strong-willed. You do not need Eetu to teach you this. Do not ever think less of yourself. Come back to the HQ any time you like, all right? You are not alone. And there is much to do here”.

You think your heart might have stopped and suddenly start back out of nowhere hearing So’lek’s words. “Is this what he thought of me?”, you think to yourself, your body heating up at his tone, it sounded deep and tense. You don’t want to get ahead of yourself, but So’lek sounded jealous. He was jealous of this Eetu teaching you. You liked it.

“Irayo (Thanks) So’lek…I…I will remember that. I will come back to the HQ soon after the hunt, see you there”, you could not contain the shakiness in your voice, you wish you could see his face right now, what did he look like when he heard someone else teaching you. You cut the radio off and decide to find a corner within the Aranahe Hometree, where there were not too many Na’vi to cool down. Your body is too heated from the conversation. You sigh and wonder if this is a sign of some sort from Eywa. You pray to Eywa that maybe you could get through this and figure out what is going on inside your heart.

So’lek on the other end, felt heated for two reasons, his tail for the first time after so long started twitching fast, feeling agitated by what he heard. He had been out of the base, just scouting nearby the area.

One, how could Eetu be the one to teach you? He should have just told you to come back to the base and that he would have taught you himself, after all he has seen you fight. He has seen you.

Two, you voice at the end. It sounded shaky, but it felt like it was filled with something. Longing. He leans forward and rests his head against the tree and lets out a shuddering breath. Eywa was testing him. How could the great mother not, when the only thing he could ever think nowadays was of you, your curious mind and your loveable heart.

The only thing he can do for now, while waiting for you to come back to the base, is go over plans with Alma and finish off some of the RDA. He will decide what to do with you later.

You decide to leave around time the sun starts to set, wanting to grab some of the flora that are pristine during the night to collect as your resources. You have decided to block your mind of So’lek for now. Otherwise, he would be the only occupant of your mind and you had to focus for now.

As you travel through the woods, it seems many of the Aranahe are spread out, living in groups. You reach the hunting camp at last, looking around you can hear an Ikran roar, your feet decide to head towards the sound, using your Na’vi senses, you can sense an Ikran and her rider, with a successful hunt, nearby . You wonder if the rider could be Eetu. You wander over to them, your eyes gazing at the Ikran up close. Even though you saw Etuwa’s, you did not get enough time to study her Ikran during the fight with the RDA.

The Na’vi, who could be Eetu, twitches his ears as he hears you come closer and stands up to greet you. You could not see it, but Eetu definitely felt shocked to see a Sarentu, having heard his family talk about the clan and their distinctive mark. He decides to hear you out. Not expecting the next words to come out of your mouth.

“Your Ikran is beautiful”, You are in awe of the rider’s ikran, she truly was beautiful. Eetu felt happy and proud hearing such words, as his Ikan is a part of him, just as he is a part of her, he decides he can boast a bit, “My Zomey. For her, no wind is too strong, no challenge too great. We hunt with heart, in harmony”. He smirks as he bows a bit, as his voice turns flirty and cocky as he continues, “Are you here to admire us? I would not fault you for that”.

You blush at that, more so surprised at his boldness than feeling shy. Not so used to anyone being this forward with you, you just laugh nervously and decide to let the Na’vi know that you are searching for someone, “No, I…I-I’m looking for Eetu.”

Eetu’s eyes brighten even more if possible as he grins, “My name has reached other clans! Even lost ones” his gaze on you mark as he utters the last line. Eetu’s voice turns teasing, chuckling as he rolls his eyes and asks, “Let me guess, Nefika sent you to me? She wants me to teach. Boring, I say! To be safe at Hometree telling the little ones of hunts, of adventure?” his voice turns slightly serious as he continues, “They would not understand. What does danger mean to those who have only known safety? Zomey and I tear through the skies  together, our hearts pounding. Our senses on fire. That rush makes us strong. Fearless! The best hunters”.

You are moved by Eetu’s words, to have such a bond with someone must be the greatest thing on Pandora. You could only imagine what it must feel like. Though he sounds reckless, you could tell his heart was in the right place. He would definitely make a great friend. “Nefika did say you were hunting sturmbeast. Can I join?” You ask him, hoping he would say yes.

Eetu hums, “Is that what you are after? Are you a good hunter?”, his eyes roam over you, judging whether you are a good hunter or not. His own senses tell him what he needs to know. You had the strength and heart, just not the technique.

You falter, hearing Eetu ask. Feeling a bit ashamed at never learning how, you then remember something, “Do not ever think less of yourself”. So’lek’s words give you the strength you need. You straighten up and reply, “I was never taught how, but I’m willing to learn no matter what”.

Eetu looks at you in disbelief, what do you mean you were never taught how? “Never taught how? What have your people been doing all these years? Did you find a land without hunting? A place where creatures lay down to die willingly?”, his words may seem rude, but you could tell he was just teasing you, you roll your eyes and smile, you could already tell he will be a fun and troublesome friend. His demeanor turns serious and gentle as he points to what seems like some sort of practice area, “See there? Young hunters practice on targets first. Practice. Or it will be the sturmbeast hunting you!”

Eetu gives you a bow, however this bow seems different compared to the bow that So’lek had given you. He tells you that it is a Heavy bow, meant to aim for far targets and their weak spots. You position yourself as you lift the bow and aim at the target, your body tense as you focus only on the target. Eetu sees you tensing and comes close, using his hands to place your hands where they need to be, he was quite close while doing so. Once he finds your stance satisfactory, he steps back. You let the arrow fly, your aim hitting true.

Eetu hums and jokingly says, “You can hit a static target at least. Come”, He takes you back to where you were before. “Not bad. At least your thanks will have meaning” he praises you, sensing the potential within you.

You are confused. What did he mean by that? You gaze at him in question, “My thanks?”.

Eetu chuckles thinking you are joking, but then he sees that you really are confused, his voice cannot hide the disbelief as he questions you, “Are you serious? What have your people been doing? What kind of life have you lived?”

“A terrible one”, you reply in your thoughts, while you reply something else to him, “It’s…a long story”.

“If I wanted to hear a long story I would be at home”. Eetu looks at you, making sure that you listen to his advice carefully, “Each time you hunt, you must take a life. And so you must thank your sister or brother for their gifts as they return to the Great Mother.” He decides to demonstrate how to do it, his body bending down at his hunt, moving a hand over it, while saying the words, “I See you. Your spirit goes to Eywa and your body stays to become part of the people. Thank you for these gifts”

Eetu gets up and looks at you, his gaze and words trying to convey how important this was, “This way, you let her ascend to the ancestors. Remember that. And do not waste the gifts you receive”.

You try to imprint the words bestowed by Eetu in your mind. If you want to be a true Na’vi, this is the way. But you were confused what gifts meant. “The gifts. Right.” You try to say it convincingly. Eetu just shakes his head at you exasperatedly, “The hide, the meat. Ah! Nefika will show you. Go on. You do not need me to hold your hand.” Eetu shoos you away.

You grin and decide to head out, feeling like heading back to the base first to meet a certain Na’vi then testing out your skills to hunt. “Thanks Eetu, you are a good teacher I suppose, but time will tell” you joke a bit with him. Eetu laughs, “and you might make a good friend and student,  Eylanay (acquaintance)”

You nod at him as you turn to leave, your pace turning quick at the thought of heading back to the base. It wasn’t because of him, you were probably just tired. Well whatever it was you could deal with it when the time comes.

You hope to make lots of friends as time goes on.

∘ tsahik - Matriarch/Interpreter of Eywa.

∘ olo’eyktan - Clan leader.

∘ Eywa - Great mother, world spirit, Gaia.

∘ Ma - Generally means to refer to someone or address them.

∘ Yawntu - Loved one

∘ Eylanay - acquaintance

Thank you for reading! Let me know if you liked it! If you want to be tagged for the series, please give a comment or send me an ask !

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[ohtobeleah]

Red Light, Green Light // Mickey Garcia

Summary: For some reason you’d never know, yours and Jake personal Heaven becomes a check point for the friends you left behind. One by one the Daggers come through on their way to their forever life after death.

Warnings: Mentions of death. Car wreck. Instant death. Mickey Garcia Angst.

Word Count: 2.3k

Author Note: This is a spin off Series to Bruises. Masterlist Tagged below.

Bruises Masterlist | Life After Death Masterlist

Name: Miguel Garcia: Age: 55: Cause Of Death: Ejection from moving vehicle resulting in multiple catastrophic injuries. 

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“Who is this this time?” The brain is the body’s most mysterious organ. It learns. It changes. It adapts. It tells you what you see, what you hear, it lets you feel love. “Bob, Rooster and Phoenix have all come through.” You lulled your head to where your husband sat on the other side of the porch table. The two of you were enjoying a little wine and cheese pairing as the orange hume of the sun cascaded across the rolling hills. “Only Fanyboy, Coyote and Payback are left.” 

“Hello?” Mickey Garcia would even go as far to say it holds the human soul at the very epicenter. But no matter how much research is done, no one can really say how all that delicate gray matter inside your skull works. 

“Dunno.” Jake sighed, he couldn’t help but to squint and lean a little more forward in his chair to see if he could make out who was stumbling up the dirt drive. “You wanna go or should I?” 

And when it’s hurt, when the human brain is traumatised, well—that’s when it gets even more mysterious. 

“I’ll go.” You nodded softly. “I feel like we only just got rid of Tash.” It was still a touchy subject to say the very least. “Hopefully whoever it is isn’t as confused.” 

“Wishful thinking Hotshot.” Jake teased as he cut himself another slice of Brie and placed it on one of those multigrain crackers he really liked. 

As you walked down the driveway, you saw your daughter feeding her chickens, collecting eggs that had been laid and cleaning up the wooden house Jake had helped her build. It was her own mini farm. She was everything. You and Jake knew you had a rough decision ahead of you, to decide when she’d stop aging. But at what point do you decide another soul can’t continue to grow? When a figment of imagination stops being created. It was the down side to parenting in the after life. 

Gravel crunched under every step you took and soon enough you were able to make out the curls that were undeniably Mickey. There was glass all over his shirt and shoulders as blood dripped from his styled hairdo. He looked good, like he’d just been out on the town. 

He didn’t come to you like Bob in his flight suit or Bradley in his hospital gown or even like Natasha who was still in her pajamas. No. Fanboy looked like he was doing something special here—what exactly you didn’t know. 

“So that’s it huh?” You called out to grab his attention. For a second Mickey looked around until he was standing still again, taking you in for all you were worth. “All the WSO’s are out of the race?” Fanboy didn’t look a day older than when you’d last seen him. 

Fuck.

“This is such bull shit.” Fanboy huffed as he kicked up some dust on the drive like a petulant child who didn’t get the desert he wanted. “I had the right of way! That dickhead didn’t even look and I’m the one who dies!?” He pointed at his chest before he shook his head in disbelief. “I was coming back from dinner! I’d been with Becky and her friends and she stayed back and—“ It’s then reality kicks in for Mickey Garcia. He stills all the while his brain catches up with him. “Oh my god—“ It’s then his eyes met yours as they welled with tears. “I’m never gonna see her again.” 

“You will.” You make sure to add before Fanboy can spiral any further into a depressive episode. “Come up to the house with me, there’s someone who wants to say hello.” 

Fanboy linked his arm with yours and slowly he walked side by side with you up to the old but beautiful farmhouse that sat nestled amongst old oak trees and gardens that flowered all year round. He was mesmerised by its beauty—the tranquility of it all. 

“I gotta say, it’s good to see you after all these years.” Mickey began as he tapped his hand over yours as he walked. “But I’m a little confused why it’s you of all people?” Mickey smiled at the chuckle you let out—god that was a sound he’d missed for years and years and years. Not a day went by that he didn’t think of you, or Jake for that matter. How tragic your story was. How meaningful your life was even after your death. “Not that I’m complaining, I just never thought it would look like this.” 

“We’re just as confused as you are.” You explained softly all the while Fanbky caught the sight of a little girl playing with a few chickens. “But please don’t get me wrong here Mick, this isn’t the gates of heaven—“ You tried to explain the best you could. “This is my version of heaven, this is mine and Jakes.” 

“Hangman’s here!?” It was then Fanboy started to look around as you got closer and closer to where you’d left your husband. When the dark curly haired aviator saw the panty dropping smile plastered across Jake's face as he came into vision, he took off running like he’d never run before in his life. “YOU SON OF A BITCH!” 

There wasn’t a lick of malice in Fanboys tone as he embraced Jake in the biggest hug he swore he’d ever given. 

“Hey man—“ Jake slapped Mickey's back gently as he hugged his old colleague. “I missed you, really.” 

“You son of a bitch man, you just—one day you were there and the next you were gone and I couldn’t figure it out—“ Mickey was babbling, he was trying to explain how utterly heartbroken the team was after Jake's death. “I uh, I collected your things from the morgue, after, well, you uh—“ 

“You don’t have to say if Mick.” Jake added as he chuckled and sat back down. You followed, only instead of taking your own chair you gestured for  Mickey to take a seat. You decided Jake lap would be more comfortable. It was. “Rooster kinda went a little AWOL after you died, so I went to grab your things and I saw that picture of Hollywood in your wallet and I just knew man—I knew you were dead long before you ever really died.” 

“What photo?” You asked softly as you looked at your husband in the warmth of the afternoon sun. “Honey?” 

“It was just some photo I took way back when—“ You saw the crimson hume creeping itself across Jake's cheeks as he went on explaining. Mickey never got to see this version of the two of you, it felt like a blessing, a chapter finishing on a high it always deserved to have. “We were all hanging around the pool table, it must have been like a week before we shipped out.” You never knew about this. “I snapped a photo of you laughing, god it was just the most perfect picture, Hotshot.” 

“You kept me in your wallet?” How on earth had you never known this. 

“Always—“ Jake replied without a second of hesitation. “You were my WSO.” It was the sweetest of interactions, the most loving of exchanges as Jake leaned in to give you a simple peak full of admiration. “Love you.” 

“Why am I here?” Mickey asked as he flicked shards of glass from his shoulders. “Like I get I’m dead, which sucks so bad because I was about to get married in two weeks!” Mickey explained as tears welled in his eyes at the thought of leaving his fiancée behind. He already missed her, oh so much. “But like, why am I here with you two? And you’re kid?” Fanboy frowned at the thought. “Hold on, how do you two have a kid?” He was throwing out far too many questions way too quickly before you even had a chance to answer them. 

“Okay first.” Jake started as he wrapped his arms around your midsection and drew you back into him. “What’s the last thing you remember?”

Jake wanted to see if Mickey was dying or if he was already dead. It seemed as though when Bob and Natasha came through they were still just barely holding on. Rooster though, he was dead as dead could be. “Do you hear anything? See anything?” 

“I remember having the right of way at the intersection—“ Mickey sighed as he slumped in his chair. “Next thing I saw was headlights and then I was lying on the bonnet of my car down the road.” It was hard to listen to, but at least it had been quick. “I walked up the first driveway I saw.” You were waiting for Mickey to say he could hear sirens or someone calling out to him. But when he didn’t you knew then and there: 

That he’d died alone, and instantly at that. 

“Oh Mickey.” All you could do was feel a deep rooted sympathy for the WSO who sat in front of you. “I’m so sorry—“ 

“I’ll get to see her again, won’t I?” 

“I hope so.” It was as genuine as ever. “When I first got here I could still hear Jake asking me to stay, but I just had this feeling he wouldn’t be too far behind me if I stayed here and got everything ready.” 

It brought Jake solace to know you weren’t in pain when you left him. That was always his biggest fear. If you suffered or not. 

“I don’t hear anything—“ Again it broke your heart, the poor thing probably didn’t even know her fiancé had died in a car wreck yet. “What do I uh, where do I go?” Mickey cleared his throat as he tried to hold it together. He still wore the ring his fiancée had given him to match the one he’d gotten her. “Do I stay here with you guys or do I just start walking and hope for the best?” 

“Bradshaws with his parents across the hills.” Jake explained as he let his chin fall to your shoulder. “Bobs off somewhere in a music store—“ 

“Phoenix is at the beach house she grew up visiting with her family.” You added softly, still trying to be as sensitive as you could be. “So it just depends on where you’ve always pictured yourself.” 

“So like, if I said I wanted to spend forever in the roller rink my Abuela used to take me to when I was a kid, I could go there?” Mickey asked all the while he admired the beauty that was you and Jake. He never thought he’d get to see this, the happy ending the pair of you deserved. It was all the closure he needed. 

“I think so!” You chuckled. “I’m still not entirely sure how it all works, we don’t even know why you guys keep stopping by.” It was then a light bulb flicked up atop Mickey's head, he knew. He knew why. 

“I do.” Fanboys eyes glasses over with a sadness you couldn’t quite understand. “You guys both took something a little different from all of us when you died.” Jake's hold on you got a little tighter—his forearms pressed against your stomach as he tensed at the thought of leaving his friends behind. “And they say you can’t move onto the next life if you have unfinished business.” It made sense, Mickey had always had a pretty open take on death and the after life. “But our unfinished business died before us, guess this is our way of getting to say a proper goodbye, close that open window you guys jammed open when you left.” 

“Huh—“ Jake pressed his lips into the crook of your neck. “I never thought of it that way.” 

“The brain is the body’s most mysterious organ—“ Mickey could hear the sound of rollerblades racing past. If he closed his eyes he could smell the all too familiar smell of roller rink hot dogs and buffalo wings. “This isn’t the last time I’ll see you guys right?” 

“Nah man—“ Jake confirmed. “We’ll come visit, whenever you need us.” Silence washed over the three of you just as your daughter came racing up the porch steps. Mickey didn’t understand it—but he was happy to see it. “Hey Bug.” Jake pulled his daughter down onto his lap as well. His entire world in his very grasp. “How many did you get today?” 

“Seven.” Mickey swore blind that girl was the spitting image of Jake Seresin. It was almost scary. “I better go put them in the fridge.” 

“Go on sweetheart, we’ll be in soon.” Ellie Seresin didn’t blink twice at the man who sat across from her parents. Mickey would have introduced himself but sure enough, she was heading inside without so much as giving him the side eye. That’s when you told him the truth. 

“She can’t see you.” 

“How come?” Mickey asked, he was cautious not to sound too abrupt. 

“She’s a figment of our imagination.” Jake explained as he watched his daughter through the window. “You can’t create new life in death, she’s not real.” 

“But I can see her?” It was a hard topic of discussion even when it was just you and Jake. She was so real to the both of you. So genuine and pure. But you both knew, one day. She’d vanish. You wouldn’t need her anymore to help you heal. 

“Because you exist.” Was all you said as you sent Mickey a fine lipped smile. “You existed in life so you see everything in death.” 

Mickey Garcia would even go as far to say the mind holds the human soul at the very epicenter. And from what he could gather from what you and Jake had just told him. Little Ellie Seresin was just that. The very epicenter of yours and Jakes forever intertwined souls. And when it’s hurt, when the human brain is traumatised—

Well—that’s when it gets even more mysterious. 

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#bruises // jake seresin #life after death // #mickey garcia angst #top gun fanboy #top gun fanboy angst #top gun fanfiction

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Obey Me As Tumblr #21

MC: My best friend just called me to ask what color he should wear to prom and I was like “umm?? Idk??” And he goes “well we have to match, so like what color is ur outfit?” But he never asked me to go so I was kinda confused so I told him “hey, yeah since when are we going to prom??” And the line goes silent for a bit and he very quietly whispers “shit I forgot to ask you.”

•

Leviathan: If you think about it the whole process of singing the birthday song and cutting the cake is extremely satanic

Leviathan: No but seriously imagine it this way

A small gathering of people huddle around an object on fire, chanting ritualistically a repetitive song in unison until the fire is blown out and a knife is stabbed into the object

Solomon: You must be fun at parties

•

Mammon: Do you ever eat something and think “man I don’t even want this”

But then you just keep eating it

•

Raphael: Are you living or are you just jumping around from one obsession to the other to run away from yourself

Belphegor: What are you the coping mechanism police or something

•

Asmodeus: One time my brother was being stupid so I said

“Well you can’t spell stupid without u”

And he got really angry and shouted

“WELL THERE’S AN ‘I’ IN STUPID TOO”

And I just stared at him for a rly long time

•

Diavolo: How do we even decide what our favorite colors are, are our brains just like “I like green because yeah”

•

Luke: “Oh you sing? Are you a good singer? SING SOMETHING FOR ME RIGHT NOW!”

Leviathan: “Do you draw? You do? DRAW ME”

Like no

Simeon: “You write? MAKE ME A CHARACTER IN YOUR STORY”

Asmodeus: “You act? CRY FOR ME RIGHT NOW”

Satan: “You speak that language!? Say something in it!”

Belphegor: “You murder? KILL ME RIGHT NOW!”

Lucifer: The last one seems more doable

•

Satan: So, today a girl in my class asked what the word procrastination mean and I said ‘can I explain that later?’ And my teacher laughed for like five minutes and when he stopped the girl whispered ‘I don’t get it’

•

Solomon: Someday in the distant future humans will once again be capable of hearing the phrase “what is love” without also feeling the primal urge to respond “baby don’t hurt me”

Asmodeus: So at that point, people will say “baby don’t hurt me” …no more?

Diavolo: Beautiful set up, perfect follow-through. Great teamwork everybody

•

Satan: MY BROTHER TOLD ME HE WOULD BUY ME GRAPES BUT HE LIED TO ME AND BOUGHT CHERRIES AND I HATE CHERRIES SO I POURED SOME OF THEM DOWN THE ICE DISPENSER SO WHEN HE GOES TO GET THE ICE THE FRIDGE WILL LIE TO HIM AND GIVE HIM CHERRIES INSTEAD LIKE HE DID TO ME

Satan: GUESS WHO FINALLY HAS GRAPES

•

Mammon: So on the bus this morning we stop at a red light and this lady gets off then goes about a half block down and then we saw her freeze and run after the bus

SHE FORGOT HER ENTIRE BABY ON THE BUS

Mephistopheles: I love the use of the word entire as in she could’ve just left the leg of the baby but no she left the entire baby

•

Belphegor: Have you ever finished a test in 30 minutes and no one else was even close to being done

I’m either really smart or I fucked up entirely

Thirteen: Nailed it or failed it

•

MC: There are rowdy troublemakers in the alley behind my apartment I’m gonna open my window and scream at them

MC: I screamed at them

I didn’t scream any specific words I just kinda screeched and it got silent but then I heard one of them say ‘what the hell was that, fucking Satan?’ and I just screamed again and let me tell you this is a good way to get rid of people

Satan: Well done

#obey me shall we date #obey me as tumblr #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me diavolo #obey me simeon #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me solomon #obey me belphegor #funny obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me barbatos #obey me beelzebub #obey me luke #obey me raphael #obey me mephistopheles #obey me thirteen

[thenextcelestialchapter]

Also I was expecting “The Birth of Kitaro” to be more full of feels, and it likely will be in the 2022 movie, but yeah, the manga version is hilariously brisk and not very sympathetic to Kitaro lmao... Basically goes like this, paraphrased...

Mizuki: Shit dude. Yokai blood got into the blood bank somehow and it turning people into monsters. This could hurt the company’s reputation! It’s up to me...

Mizuki: *IMMEDIATELY realizes he got way in over his head and isn’t gonna stop realizing this for like 6-7 years apparently lmao*

Mizuki: Okay so this tainted yokai blood came from... MY OWN ADDRESS?! I guess there’s that rotten old temple out back--*goes to check it out*

Mizuki: HOLY FUCKING SHIT WHAT THE FUCK ARE THESE THINGS?!?!?!

Mizuki: HOLY FUCKING SHIT WHY THE FUCK ARE THESE THINGS PREGNANT?!?!?!?

Mizuki: Dude I really gotta tell the blood bank about you guys mixing your yokai blood into the supply, I get you needed money for medicine, but this is legit harming/killing people, it’s my ethical responsibility...

Kitaro’s Dad: FUCK YOU AND FUCK ALL THEM OTHER PEOPLE, WHAT THE FUCK, YOU EXPECT ME TO JUST SIT HERE AND DIE EVEN THOUGH MY WHOLE BODY IS ALREADY ROTTING?! *SHOVES HIS ROTTEN FACE RIGHT UP NEXT TO MIZUKI’S* HMM??

Mizuki: UM... OKAY I GUESS WHEN YOU PUT IT LIKE THAT I CAN LET PPL DIE FOR 8-9 MORE MONTHS UNTIL YOU GET THIS WHOLE ‘HAVING A BABY’ THING WORKED OUT...?

Kitaro’s Dad: Oh sweet! Cool, thanks bro. :)

Mizuki, comes back 9 months later to find they’re both dead: Oh thank god that worked itself out! Guess I should bury these things. but... Damn that’s a lotta hard work. And that dad is already super icky so uh... Look I’m just gonna bury the mom, okay? Okay.

Mizuki: *hears noises coming from the grave 3 days later* Sure, I’ll check this out I guess... OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT, KILL IT, KILL IT--Oh wait, it’s a baby. Sorry about that, kid! *fucks off*

Kitaro’s Dad: *the eyes that should have rotted first are apparently the last thing to go for this dude so he just straight up turns into a giant eyeball-dude and goes to help his son, apparently never once regretting fucking his zombiefied wife who was in no shape to get pregnant, jus finds his son and puts him on a leash like a dog and drags him to Mizuki’s house lmfao??*

Mizuki: *having a nice peaceful slumber--LOL NOT ANYMORE* EW OH MY GOD IT’S THAT MONSTER CHILD I TRIED TO KILL BEFORE, IN MY BED!!! ...You know what I’m just too tired, fuck it I give up, I guess I’ll “raise you as my own”, or whatever... *is totally not going to do this lmao*

Mizuki’s mom: Um... What are you going to do with that child? *a very very VERY legit question*

Mizuki: Oh mother... Can’t talk! Late for work! I’m off!

Mizuki’s mom: ...Fine. (IT LITERALLY WENT LIKE THAT LMAO... XD Like the last few lines and the next few lines basically aren’t even paraphrasing, it’s straight from the book... XD)

6 Years later... 

Mizuki’s mom: Dude that creepy Kitaro kid you took in keeps going places at night...

Mizuki: Yeah, I know...

Mizuki’s mom: SO FUCKING GO FIND OUT WHERE AND WHY!!

Mizuki: *comes back* I have no idea where he went, I lost him in the graveyard--

Mizuki’s mom: OH MY GOD JUST GET RID OF THE LIL MONSTER ALREADY?!

Mizuki: Kitaro! I followed you last night, but lost you by a tree in the graveyard! Where did you go?

Kitaro: I was playing in the world of the dead...

Mizuki: Quit yanking my chain kid, as if such a place really even exis--

Kitaro: It’s where spirits live...

Mizuki: WAIT I SUDDENLY BELIEVE YOU, WTF, CHILDREN SHOULDN’T PLAY WITH THE DEAD?! Okay I am so over this whole “raise you like my own” thing by now, my mom was right, you’re an abomination and you gotta go man...

Mizuki’s Mom: FUCKING FINALLY!

Daddy Eyeball: Oh hey, Kitaro! You’re totally not being kicked out buddy, lets go see the world! 

Kitaro, apparently: I will forever help humans because of all that you have done for me, Mizuki. I am truly grateful.

Me: And I am truly grateful... That you didn’t realize what an asshole Mizuki’s character really was and decide to never help humans ever... XD;;;;;

#gegege no kitaro #kitaro #shigeru mizuki

[drabbleitout]

Find the Word Tag Game

Tagged by: @andromeda-rising-897, @kaiusvnoir, & @spacetimewraithwrites (...I think that's everyone...) I took words from each tag to use My Words: Forgotten, Tear, Fire, Stay, Water, Weather, Work, Wince Tagging: @kcsmall, @stormbrightwriter, @druidx, @neshamahs, & everyone who tagged me AND anyone else who would like to join! (As always please don't feel pressured or rushed!) Your Words: Pillow, Slippery, Country, Frighten, & God Note: Stay hurts me, no matter how many times I read it. Also, this might be the first time Garnet's around & I don't have to put a language warning! What about that!

Forgotten

From somewhere out of view, Valetta approached, adjusting her hearing aid piercing and welcoming Lora back. A pass of words as she continued on to, Beau assumed, her desk. Lora watched her go, smile of her response sinking into something almost sad. Her every movement at her desk was forgotten in whatever thoughts she was having until her eyes blinked rapidly, jolting and returning to the dossier on her desk.

Tear

Ives blinked, gaze lowering to Ryker with an almost animatronic tilt of the head. “Good afternoon, officer. How may I be of assistance?” Ryker sucked in a breath, burning in his throat, unable to tear his stare away from Ives’ distant expression. No, not Ives. He wasn’t Ives anymore. Duras had gotten rid of him. This was GW-IV5.

Fire

Its body caught light, inorganic and matte, limbs gangly for its almost human-like stature. Massive shoulders with a torso largely out of proportion of its hips and legs. Angular, a number of cords hung from its limbs, faceless with a flat, diamond-shaped head. A deep rumble rippled the sludge around their legs, shaking into their bones. A shriek, a groan, not quite a voice as much as a sensation. It charged, bolting from one side of the tunnel to the next, leaping over their heads as one massive hand seized Garnet by the front of his vest. Before he could fire it slung him down the tunnel, into the dark, pinning Beau to the wall.

Stay & Water

But Garnet decided he didn't need a response, hugging him again to duck his face into the crook of Beau's neck and shoulder. "Oh –well… Okay," Beau tried not to laugh, patting him on the back. "How about some water? You want some water?" “No,” Garnet scoffed as if the idea were the stupidest thing he’d ever heard. And then, “I need you to stay.” Beau wouldn’t categorize it as normal, but he'd said it so clear Beau wondered for a moment if he’d miraculously sobered up. “That’s why I came with you, to make sure you’re alright tonight.” A hand slid up the back of Beau’s head, fingers filtering into curls as Garnet lifted his head, just enough to tilt their temples together. “I mean stay.” Not sober, far too low and rumbling. Beau caught a hand on the wall as his legs faltered, as if all the TLN suddenly rushed towards the points of contact like Garnet was electromagnetic.

Weather

“Hey Beauregard,” [Valetta] gently smiled, taking him from Lora to bring into the foyer. “Nasty weather, isn’t it? Come on, let’s get you into something warm and dry. Here,” she ushered him over to the bench that held their shoes, sitting him down to begin taking off his shoes. “I can,” Beau whimpered, making a half-hearted attempt to do so himself. “It’s okay, I gotcha,” Valetta shook her head, finishing them off. She stacked them neatly standing to offer out her hands, “come on, I’ve got just the thing and Lora has some Puerquitos you should try."

Work

Garnet came through the door, hands in pockets, strolling to his desk. He didn’t bother sitting down, opening a drawer to drop in his work phone and shut down his terminal. Beau noticed right away he was missing his work belt. Locking up his desk and grabbing the motorcycle helmet from underneath, he stepped towards the door. “Are you leaving for the day?” Beau called, causing him to stop. “Yeah,” he turned back, “think I’m gonna take some time off. Have a little vacation. So try and hold it down till I get back, alright?” Beau checked the squad’s calendar, unable to find any mention of anyone taking vacation time. Garnet wasn’t approved until June. “Alright…” Beau nodded, watching him go. He was lying.

Wince

|Can we help?| Beau asked noticing Midland’s eyes going heavy. |I would need a full OR. Oxygen at least—| [Mikki] pulled away from the connection, brow bending as hairline fissures emerged in her face. Her hands shook as she combed again at Midland’s hair, hesitating as he leaned into her touch. “You okay, Mikki?” He wheezed. “I… I don’t know,” static emerged in her voice, spreading her hand along the side of his face to cradle. “You’ll be okay,” drawing in for air he winced, attempting another more satisfactory breath making a frothing sound. Mikki sat him up straighter trying to help. |I want to tell him how stupid he was.|

#wip: tb #tag game #writeblr #writblr

[minachan95-written-works-on-ao3]

Title: Vampire’s Kiss (Chapter 15: Unreachable Sin. Part 6 of 18)

Fandom: King of Fighters

Characters: Kyo Kusanagi, Iori Yagami, Shingo Yabuki, Orochi, Yashiro Nanakase, Leona Heidern, Kain R. Heinlein, Chizuru Kagura, Kusanagi, Goeniko, Chris

Pairing: Iori Yagami x Kyo Kusanagi (main one)

Genre: AU, BL, Supernatural, Fantasy, Gothic Fantasy, Adventure, Slow-Burn, Eventual Romance, Dark Themes, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Human/Vampire Relationship, Human/Demon Relationship

Summary: This vampire already has bad luck on his side, yet he decides that his next prey going to be a certain redhead vampire hunter. However, the very little he knows how this encounter will end…

AO3 Link

This redhead began to slowly open his eyes. It was simply too bright. What kind time of the day is right now? How long did he dozen out? However, right now he felt how something warm was wrapped around him. Once Iori looked around him, he noticed that it is already late evening and that someone placed a warm blanket on him. Another thing, which caught his eye is that there were no visible trace of that annoying woman. Was she gone? Like it is matters right now, or so thought this redhead.

Now he tried to turn his head to see how this vampire was doing. Unfortunately, even one slightest movement and now he felt how badly his nape was in pain. Not to mention when he leaned forward, his back was in pain as well. Yet this hunter ignored it and still stands up through silent groaning. Once he was on feet, he placed his hand on his nape and began to rub it. Well, it’s no one’s fault that he fell asleep in such a place or position yet it’s been really awhile since he slept that well. Maybe he was more tired than he though.

Nevertheless, Yagami decided to check how is this stupid vampire. The hunter only sighs - Kyo was still in his slumber and didn’t shown any signs of waking up any time soon. Probably this brunette was more physical and emotional exhausted than Iori expected. In any case, he’ll wait as much as it need. However, all of sudden he was alerted and turned his gaze towards the squeaking noise of opening door.

Apparently, it was only Chizuru, who has left the study room. When she noticed the hunter, she calmly asked ‘‘Oh, you’re finally awake? How are you feeling?’’ but when she points out where was left Yagami’s coat, she smiles and adds ‘‘My, you sure are considerate. However, you need to take care of yourself as well. No matter how you may be though, but you are still a human, Yagami.’’. Surely, this redhead was not happy about this comment yet he holds back from fighting back.

However, he briefly replies ‘‘Just mind your own business. I’ll stay here as much as it needed. So, at least not until this stupid vampire wakes up.’’. Unfortunately, the ebony haired woman strictly says ‘‘ You don’t need to worry about. He doesn’t need to be observed whole day, at least for this week. That’s why you can carry on your routine like usual. Besides, this shop is surrounded by magic barrier. So, I would be aware if anyone getting closer. If you were worried about this vampire’s safety, then rest assure, he is in safe hands.’’. It seems the hunter didn’t wanted to give up to this annoying woman, so, now he negotiates ‘‘Very well, but don’t you think you gonna get rid off me so easy! Then I’m going to visit here until he recovers. Like heck, I’ll leave him alone!’’. Of course, Chizuru could only sigh and silently enjoy observing how Yagami behaves like a stubborn child. This redhead even forgets about this coat and before his leave, he turns back and declares ‘‘I’ll be back! So, be glad that I have unfinished business with other pesky bastard. ’’ and after he gazes for the last time at Kyo, he left the witch’s hut.

Besides, the only place where Iori could get more food for this slumbering brunette, was the Hunter Guild. After all, who knows how this stupid vampire going to act once he is awake. So, being prepared in advance, shouldn’t do any harm. That fool Yashiro may already forgot about his sent request, so, if he wanted these potions so badly, he may already got them. In any case, right now dealing with his mentor was very least concern of this redhead.

After a while, he finally reached the Hunter Guild but once he was inside, he noticed that the guild is still so lively as ever despite it is a late evening. So, who were checking notice board for news and bounties, who were preparing for new journey or just returned and, lastly, one pesky silver-head, whom Yagami very least wanted to see. Once he was noticed by Yashiro, he was greeted in casual manner of this veteran hunter, who approached him and pats Iori’s shoulder ‘‘ Yo! Look who is back?~ Why took so long? Did Yagami-chan was bullied by some nastier monsters on the way? You look awful. What happened to your coat?’’.

Apparently, this demon hunter wasn’t even planning to go on next hunt any time soon, because of his more casual outfit. At least he didn’t carried his trustworthy sword - Demon Slayer, plus, for once he putted a shirt and does not wear that shabby coat as well. However, this time, an innocent question like that made this redhead annoyed - No, you dumbass. Just stumbled across one abomination, who cowardly back-stabs and escapes like a shameless asshole. Then woke up in with killing spine, of course, I’m fine~ - Or so this redhead kept in his mind. However, he only answered with keeping his poker-face and in cold tone ‘‘Mind your goddamn business…’’.

After such a adorable reply, Yashiro with-draws his hand from Iori’s shoulder and shakes his head ‘‘So, you got into another fight again, but now you lost it, didn’t you?’’. Heck, that idiot surely strikes into right spot of this redhead whenever he intended or not. Yagami only turns his gaze away from his senior and remain silent. It seems that after couple minutes of awkward silence, this silver-head begins to give a good session of lectures ‘‘How many times I told you to not to loose your temper over small details? Whoever it was, surely was merciful enough to spare you. ’’.

Iori just cracks a smile and then without looking back murmurs ‘‘That stupid bastard…’’, of course, Yashiro gave a questionable look, but continued to listen further. Right now this redhead lift his head and says clearly ‘‘I met Kain. He look exactly the same like years ago before being banished. It seems that he might be a same kind as you-’’ however, before finishing what he wanted to say, he felt a menacing aura from his senior, which was followed by his vest being grabbed roughly. All of sudden Iori was lifted by this silver-head’s one arm into the air with no sweat. Heck, now this redhead’s face was twisting in pain from this unexpected attack.

However, once he noticed Nanakase’s pissed-off face, he knew that now he crossed the line yet Yagami didn’t tried even to resist, just waiting how this going to turn out. This demon hunter only stares silently and now threats in deep tone ‘‘Don’t you dare to compare me with that human scumbag. Even demons do not commit such a crimes as this arrogant trash.’’. Certainly, it was one of rare cases when this silver-head shows his serious side yet each time it awakens Iori’s primal sense of fear. Heck, no matter how he looks at it, he was simply too weak compared to this veteran hunter, no matter how many years he was trained by him.

One thing sure, this redhead was smart enough to understand that Yashiro was definitely a super natural being and opposing him would only lead to the death. However, at this moment, this redhead refused to show any signs of fear or struggle and now just stares back. Apparently, this silver-head had enough and after he sighs, he lowers his arm which holds the fellow hunter. Finally, Yagami was released yet he landed on his knees. Hell, he never felt so defeated and now just when lowers his head and bits his lower lip.

Yashiro now spokes up in more forgiving tone ‘‘I hope that you didn’t mean to say this. In any case, what happened? ’’ when this redhead stands up and fixes his clothes, he replies ‘‘He caught a vampire and was dragging him to abandon storage.’’, now this demon hunter chuckles and answers ‘‘So? No one forbids even fools like him to join another guild and hunt down a wanted target.’’. However, right now Iori continued telling his story but now it sounded more concerned tone ‘‘There was some sort of magical circle and when he placed vampire in the middle of circle, he was about to stab him…I broke that bastard’s wrist. However, aside that now he now can use a blue flame, the vampire was unable to move no matter what. He was like paralyzed…’’.

This silver-head only scratched his chin and sighs after listening to Yagami, calmly answers ‘‘I see…So, Kain is still causing problems as usual and striving for more power…However, what kind of demon did he slain to get such a ability? More so, this vampire caught your attention, isn’t he? Is he was your target? It’s unusual for you to fight with other hunters for a mere bounty. Besides, no monster is able to recover after this, just silently suffer in agony, unless…At least can you tell me what have you done to this vampire? ’’.

However, Iori’s poker-face was cracked and now he was confused as a child who is being caught by doing something wrong yet not sure how to escape from punishment. He could swear that he felt a pressure from his senior like being judged for what he going to say. Nevertheless, he need to answer quickly, otherwise, Yashiro might suspect him. So, after swallowing saliva, Yagami briefly answers ‘‘…I killed him. Move, I just need to rest.’’ and now this redhead without a word walks by this demon hunter and went to upstairs floor, where was his room. Once Iori was out of sight, this silver haired hunter just cross his arms and shakes his head at such a behavior of his disciple. Now he tells to himself in humming voice ‘‘Liar…Yagami-chan been acting so weird recently~ You thought I wouldn’t notice that oh-so-hidden bite mark?…There is same vampire’s scent all over you, you idiot…Just don’t lower your guard or else you might get hurt~…’’.

It was a dawn of new day. However, this vampire hunter couldn’t rest all night and just managed to get couple hours of sleep. So, surely, it was more than enough for him, or so he convinced himself. Besides, right now was the best chance to sneak out, ‘cos that annoying idiot wouldn’t notice. That’s why despite still feeling lazy, this redhead forced himself to get up and just get ready.

A good half hour has passed~ Once he left the room, this hunter straightforward went to exchange for blood bags. However, it seems that he was lucky to get couple bags yet the shopkeeper gave him a weird look before leaving. Just what was her problem? It shouldn’t be anyone’s concern what and how much he can buy, or so, thought this redhead. According this shopkeeper, only after couple of days she should receive the rest of these value bags. So, it means that now he has to stay in the Guild for awhile. Of course, Yagami wasn’t too happy, but at least it was better than nothing.

That stupid vampire better not awake without his notice, ‘cos who know what he might be up to or how he would behave. Maybe the first thing what he could do is rabidly attack the first visible person on sight and feast on it. Hell, then it would mean that this hunter would have to fight probably against strong creature, but filled with nothing more than pure instincts and, unfortunately, finish up like any other target. One thing if it would be just a mere frustration over the investment and hard work which was for naught. After all, it would be only the matter of the time when this redhead would find another high-ranked enemy.

However, it’s not the point in this case! Yagami knew that there was something special about Kyo. Even if this vampire lost his oh-so-great powers, for what he is, he sure shows a huge potential, which makes Iori interested in this brunette. That’s why this redhead willing to do anything to make sure that Kyo would be in his best shape as soon as possible and finally defeat him. He can’t just wait for that day when this brunette would be giving his best, then probably Yagami could finally have the most satisfying and thrilling battle. Maybe then he could understand what it feels like to be alive.

Would be worth to sacrifice everything for that temporally moment tho? What he would do when he would achieve this? One thing for sure, killing off Kyo instantly is not a choice. It would be the same as dying along with this vampire. Besides, this brunette probably without realizing attracts Iori like drawing closer to him. Is it because he was just a better treat for this vampire? May be, may be not. In any case, at least for awhile, it would entertain this hunter and would give a temporally purpose in life - protecting Kyo from any threat including his vampire’s instincts. So, having something to trick this brunette’s hunger might calm him down.

And thus, the hunter has waited for these two days to pass. Before leaving his room, he looked in closet for thicker coat, because he cannot stock these blood bags under his vest. The suspicious bulge around his chest area would attract unwanted attention, plus, dealing with Guild master would be just a waste of time. Once he found a similar coat to his previous one, which one was a long dark crimson coat, which had a black fur collar and had a white crescent moon sign on the back side. Unlike previous coat, this one also had a black leather straps to close his coat. After all, it was designed for harsher weather and was more sturdy as well. So, once he puts this coat, Iori left his room and went to the guild’s shop. After visiting the same shopkeeper, Yagami got the rest of the blood bags and now once he opens his coat, he places two bags inside left chest side inner pocket and the rest couple into right side’s. At least it should be a safe spot and, hopefully, it won’t attract unwanted attention. However, speaking of devil, before he opens the entrance door of the Guild, he was spotted by a familiar face. Not again…thought this redhead while he rolled his eyes.

Apparently, Yashiro was approaching him. From that outfit alone, you can tell that he might be planning to go out somewhere and at least it’s more or less decent - white t-shirt, black leather jacket and black pants, and, of course, behind his back his trustworthy sword - Demon Slayer. While holding his hands inside of pants’ pockets, the silver-head cheerfully greets him ‘‘Yo! Are you already leaving? Did you find another target? ’’ of course Yagami replied in his usual manner ‘‘Mind your business.’’ and now walks through the door, ignoring his mentor’s presence.

The sky was dyed in orange and little by little changing into purplish color and leaving the grayish Hunter Guild building and courtyard dyed with orange tone - the day was slowly dying and the night was taking over. There was only a small breeze, which makes hunter’s long coat’s hemline slowly flap by being caught by the wind. It felt like being finally free and getting closer and closer to the slumbering vampire. Unfortunately, all of sudden he felt that someone may following him and he didn’t like it at all. Once this redhead stops walking, he turns back and now frowns.

‘‘Will you ever stop it? It’s so annoying…’’ said Iori in irritated tone, however, the demon hunters only sighs ‘‘You know you are not the center of the world, Yagami-chan. So, what’s wrong wanting to visit good couple of friends? Besides, you should be more careful, otherwise, you may find problems just around the corner.’’. That's it, Yagami's patience was almost gone, but he didn’t bother to say anything back and just continued on his way.

An hour has passed~ Finally, this redhead reached the witch's shop. However this time he walks by the shop and went straight behind. Just when his fist lightly touched the door, there was short buzzing noise and all of sudden he fell down with a small groan. Hell, this redhead’s whole body was weakly twitching yet he could barely move. Whenever it is a curse or not, it won't stop this hunter. He just cletches his fists and while ignoring this pain, tries to stand up. After several attempts, he fails each time yet he does not give up.

Fortunately, a familiar witch noticed him struggling. Of course, she just sighs and approaching the hunter ‘‘What are you doing here, hunter? You sure are impatient…’’, once she offers a her hand to stand up, Yagami stubbornly brushes it away. While this redhead slowly stands up, Chizuru adds ‘‘You should have checked the shop first instead of storming here.’’. When this ebony haired woman reached the door, she stretches her palm and after closing her eyes started to cast a silent spell. Once she opens her eyes, she revealed the invisible barrier, which was glowing in platinum light and surrounded this hut. As it appeared, now it was gone. After opening the door, she prompts Iori to go inside.

Right now, he was greeted with the familiar view once the lights were on. It seems that Kyo was deeply sleeping while still being under the cover of hunter’s other coat. However, Yagami began to undone the straps of his coat and after opening it, he was looking for something inside his inner chest’s pockets. When he picks up couple of blood bags from left side and couple from right side, he addresses Chizuru ‘‘Where I can keep these? ’’ after he notices her being confused, continues ‘‘It’s for that stupid vampire…just in case, he needs it.’’.

When this witch sighs, she replies ‘‘Sure thing. I’ll keep them in study room. ’’, but now she chuckles ‘‘But what are going to do with two coats? Don’t tell me you’re going to wear both, hunter?’’. Of course, Yagami tried to keep his poker-face despite being caught by such a unexpected question and now he replies ‘‘None of your concern. It’s not like the last time when I would need your help. Besides, I planned to sell this anyway. So, if it is worth anything, keep it. Maybe some amateur would need this.’’. After he was done with removing current coat, he handed over to the witch along with the food for this brunette.

Unfortunately, this ebony-haired woman didn’t liked this kind of attitude yet she backfires with the demands ‘‘You sure are generous to give away so easily such a fine coat, even if you slightly aware of it’s cost. Yet since you arrived here, you won’t be sitting all day and do nothing. Until this vampire awakes, you will be helping me in the shop. Don’t worry, I won’t give you over-complicated tasks. As a hunter you can catch any beast or just do lil fetch work. So, since because I’m so kind and smart, I am even forgiving your loan for the very precious potion~’’. This annoying woman surely knows how to get on the nerves of this redhead yet she was right. Who knows what kind of spell or curse she can cast, for now he would lower his ego and play along with Kagura’s setted conditions, or so decided Yagami. Besides, now he can stay closer to Kyo and will be at the moment when he wakes up. And thus, another week full of various tasks has begin. Hopefully, soon the promised day should arrive.

It was a calm cloudless evening, the moon was shining bright, however, instead of silver light, it was dyed in light pink color, along with sky being in purplish color. However, only a swarm of bats disturbed the silence of the night, who flied across the sky. It was the time when creatures of the night rise.

In the familiar hut, a certain redhead was just sitting in front of table and observing how this vampire was still slumbering. However, soon enough his eye-lids becomes more heavier. Maybe Kyo would be still resting even tonight, or so thought Yagami before dozing out. Couple hours has passed. However, all of sudden this redhead was back on his senses upon hearing a weird screeching noises. Without any second the hunter looks toward the side where was the beastly sound.

Apparently, this vampire was awaken from his sleep. However, there was something off about him - even if it was for a brief moment, but he was radiating a huge amount of dark aura. It was enough to make this redhead’s blood froze and realize that he was dealing with more terrifying monster even than SS rank ones, which he encountered a few times. Without realizing he immediately stand ups. His hunter’s instincts made him reach out his whip - Vampire Killer. While holding the rolled whip in his lifted left hand, he carefully observes this creature. Although, Kyo was stretching his arms in bed, but couple of details has caught this hunter’s eye.

First of all, these sharp nails looked sharp enough to shred his victims into pieces with slashing strike. Secondly, when this brunette was still yawing, Yagami noticed that now vampire’s fangs and glowing crimson eyes were more intimidating and cold like they belonged to the perfect merciless killer. However, this redhead could swear that for awhile Kyo’s hair was pitch black and his skin a bit darker, now he grasp Vampire Killer more tightly. Once he several times quickly blinked and after rubbing his eyes with other hand, he looked again at Kyo.

In the end, it was same old stupid vampire - there wasn’t any dark aura, which surrounded him, anymore. Perhaps it was only a trick of the light making this brunette look a bit different than usual. Yet one thing for sure, this redhead could sigh and lower his weapon. However, right now this brunette look down and now was dumb-folded. Upon taking this cover into his hands and studying it, he notices that it was someone’s coat. Right now, he doubtfully asked ‘‘What a hell is this?’’ after brief moment, he turns his gaze and now notices the hunter and now he is alerted ‘‘Oi, what are you doing here? Just…Just what were you planning to do with that thing?’’.

While anxiously waiting for the answer, this brunette just silently gazes at the hunter, who was getting closer to him. However, once he was so close to bed, Yagami placed his whip back to his right side of the belt and stares at the vampire. After awkwardly pause, this redhead spokes up with trying to keep his cool ‘‘So, you finally awake? You sure took long enough…’’ and fixes his shirt. It seems only now this brunette had realized that all the time while he was asleep, he was covered with hunter’s coat. Of course, it only leaves him more unanswered questions about this hunter.

Nevertheless, Iori clenches his hands into fists and begins to scold him ‘‘What were you thinking by acting so recklessly? You didn’t even bothered to put any effort to fight back. Ending up like this…Did you wanted to die so badly?! ’’, of course, at first Kyo had not even the slightest idea why he was accused like this. However, a quick flashback when Yagami shown up before his own execution, made this brunette lower his gaze. How much this hunter saw before that moment? Why he cares this much? wondered this vampire. Even so, Kyo honestly replies ‘‘I was looking for you.’’. This redhead was surprised by such a unexpected answer and now remain speechless.

Despite that, this brunette continues to confess ‘‘ You did something to me and like heck, I asked for these changes. Of course, maybe you know what is happening me!’’, this vampire bends his arm and after taking a deep breath, concentrates his gaze on his palm. His hand was shaking for the moment, but all of sudden the sharp nails shows up. However, there were no blood traces on this brunette’s nails yet it was still painful. Kyo tries to ignore the pain, however, his voice and gaze betrays him. While in shaky and in gloomier voices, he continues ‘‘This is not suppose to happen, not in this form…Your blood is slowly changing my body. Even my prey’s blood nearly lost it’s flavor and doesn’t satisfy my hunger as before.’’.

However, this vampire turns his gaze to the hunter. Once Iori’s eyes met Kyo’s, he was captivated by this nocturnal creature and couldn’t look back. No, vampire’s eyes weren’t glowing in familiar crimson red, these dark amber eyes were like drawing him closer to this brunette. Heck, Yagami even felt how all of sudden his heart nearly jumped out his chest and now he swallowed saliva. This brunette adds now in melancholic yet gently tone ‘‘Even only once tasting your blood, but…I think I’m slowly getting addicted to it. That’s why I needed to see you as soon as possible. I knew that you might be around that bar where some human was killed. Of course, you would-’’.

Iori just sit down on bed next to vampire and grabs Kyo’s wrist. Of course, he was speechless at such a gesture of the hunter. While one hand holds this brunette’s wrist, with other one, Iori gently brushes this brunette’s hand and carefully studies his sharp nails. Yagami just sighs and while keeping a poker-face, he says ‘‘You? Murder with these? You stupid vampire…don’t make me laugh. I knew it couldn’t be your job even in million of years. So, didn’t even bothered to suspect you in the first place. Hell, it was only a mere werewolf. That annoying dog was a waste of time and barely got any better bounty for it.’’.

After releasing this brunette’s wrist, this redhead adds ‘‘In any case, you need a weapon to protect yourself. However, first, you need some food. Like heck, I would want to be sucking dry while I’m resting. Speaking of witch, how come that annoying woman is not here? Just wait here.’’ when Yagami stands up, he went towards the study room. After couple times of knocking on the door, this redhead asks in irritated tone ‘‘Hey! Kagura! Just open the the door! Kyo is awake.’’ - no answer. this redhead tries his luck again - same. That’s it! If this woman does not answer, then it can’t be helped, than checking by himself.

However, when he was about to open the door, he heard a familiar voice ‘‘I heard it! Just a minute.’’ and now behind the opened door stood Chizuru. It seems that she was staying awake all night - these black circles under her eyes proved that she had restless night. Apparently, she didn’t even minded closing the door of study room when she left. Despite that she looked glad seeing that the poison has successfully left vampire’s body. After she approached Kyo, who was still in bed, she asked in calm tone ‘‘How are you feeling? Did you had a good rest? ’’.

At the beginning this brunette gave a questioning look, he didn’t knew this person yet he didn’t felt any threat or danger from this mysterious woman. Now Kyo asked ‘‘How long did I sleep this time? Did I have done anything while I was asleep?’’, this ebony-haired woman sighs and calmly replies ‘‘You do not need to worry about it. But you slept for nearly two weeks. It is still impressive how quickly you recovered. However, Yagami mentioned that you are feeling hungry, aren’t you? This hunter surely brought you a lot of food.’’. Then Chizuru addresses the hunter ‘‘Can you get the blood bags from the study room? You know where it is, right? This time you can go inside. After all, you personally wanted to give it by yourself to this vampire.’’, of course, this redhead wanted to object to this woman since he was in dept, but also cast another deadly spell.

When he went to get the package, Chizuru introduced herself to Kyo and just asked couple of questions about his well-being and other details for filling the journal. After Iori returned with blood bags wrapped in blue tissue, his behaviour has slightly changed. It seems that it was a harder task to give these bags, because this with was here, so, now this redhead tried to keep his poker-face, but now he turned his gaze from vampire and while stretching his arm in which one was the blood bags, he told in nearly understandable voice ‘‘Here.’’. After he felt how vampire took these blood bags from his hand, he once again looked at Kyo.

Apparently, Kyo didn’t told anything yet carefully holds this package. However, this ebony haired woman interrupts before her leave ‘‘In any case, I need to go. If anything happens, just knock into the door. Good night and take care.’’. If she was right, then she doesn’t need to worry about them and just let them have their time. After all, it seems that this hunter doesn’t have any vile ulterior motives what to do with this vampire and just maybe cares too much than he should. With that in mind, she closed door behind her and after sitting in front of writing table, she works on her notes until falling asleep.

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Pinky Promise?

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Azul Ashengrotto/GN!Reader Other Characters: Epel Felmier, Jade Leech Word Count: 4,942 Summary: A young Azul forms a bond with a human. They make the promise to meet at Night Raven College when they're older. Six years is a long time and people change. Note: Just something I wrote from a friend's idea about being friends with Azul that devolved into this. It's more friendship with Azul with maybe a hint of a crush. Warnings: None but there is angst

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At the age of eight going on nine, the world is yours to explore. Your parents had dropped you off at your grandparents’ beach house. Your first time at the beach in a very long time, you are determined to explore every inch of the beach and collect as many shells for your budding collection.

Armed with your trusty bucket, shovel, towel, and sunscreen, you’re ready for your big adventure. Your grandparents bid you farewell with the warning of being wary of strangers. Running down to the beach, you notice not many people are there. Not that you mind as it means more to yourself.

First activity is to make a sandcastle. You’ve seen many pictures of amazing sandcastles and want to try your hand at it. Of course you know yours won’t be as big as the ones the adults make. Using magic does make it easier to create towering structures. However your magic isn’t much, so you stick with the old fashion way.

You pour sand in your bucket with a little sea water. Using the bucket as a mold you easily make three “towers” before sculpting them with your hands. You stick on small pieces of broken shells and rocks as decoration. This activity keeps you busy for an hour or so before you’re satisfied with your majestic, if not a bit lopsided, castle. 

Rubbing your hands together to get rid of the extra sand, you reapply your sunscreen before deciding to search for shells. You scour along the beach for anything that catches your eye. Any shells that you find go into your bucket. Smooth, rigid, large, small, flat, round. They all go into the bucket with a plonk.

You find one particular beautiful shell. It’s small, barely the length of your longest finger. It has a beautiful spiral design that tapers into a thin point. The small hole where a hermit crab should be is empty. You wonder if you could make it into a necklace to wear. Placing it in your bucket, you wander over to the shallow pools.

Watching small crabs walking around the bottom of the pool, you hear a distant cry. Curious you follow the sound. It becomes more obvious that it’s someone crying. You can also make out other voices. You notice a group of children around your age bobbing in the water. They surround a raised sandbed.

As you wade through the waters, you can finally make out what the other kids are saying. And it’s not very nice.

“Come on ugly!”

“Look at him crying like a baby!”

“Will he ink? Ewwww!”

The kids finally seem to hear you splash your way over because they all stop jeering. Their eyes widen comically large. “You shouldn’t bully people! That’s wrong!” you shout.

“A human! Run or we'll be eaten!”

You watch in awe as they duck under the water. You see a few tail fins splash before they disappear. You had heard of merfolk before and how they lived in the Coral Sea. However, you had never seen any until now. Your attention is drawn back to the lone figure on the sandbed, who continues to sob.

Kneeling on the sand, you pat the top of his head. “Don’t cry! They’re gone.” The boy still sobs in his arms. You do your best to comfort him by patting his head. You recall your parents doing that when you were upset.

After a while, he seems to run out of tears as he hiccups. He finally looks up at you with bleary red eyes. You give him a big smile, revealing your missing front tooth. “Better?”

He nods slowly. Wiping his nose with his arm, he regards you cautiously. “A-are you gonna eat me?”

Your nose wrinkles. “No! I don’t eat people.”

“Oh…”

“I’m (y/n)!” You hold out your hand, remembering this is how adults greet each other.

He cautiously takes your hand and gives a weak shake. “A-Azul.”

Beaming, you shake heartily. “Why were those kids being mean to you?”

He looks away sniffling. “It’s because I’m an ugly octo-mermaid. They think I’m gross and worthless.”

You tilt your head to the side. “Well they’re wrong. I think you're cool looking!” Your eyes sparkle. “Your skin is such a pretty color like violets! And I bet it’s handy having eight extra arms to do multiple things at once!”

Azul’s face color a darker shade of purple at your praises. “Y-you think so?”

Nodding, you poke his cheek. “And your cheeks are soft like mochi! You’re very cute, I just wanna hug you!” You laugh as he pouts, his cheeks puffing up.

Seeming to forget about the bullies, Azul peers down in your bucket. “Are you collecting shells?”

“Yup! I wanna make a collection. Grandpa told me you can make jewelry out of seashells, so I’m looking for the prettiest ones.” Pointing at the houses in the distance that overlook the beach, you inform him, “They live in the light blue house. I’ll be here all summer, so I hope I find a lot!”

He shyly asks, “Do you want play together?”

“Yeah!” You’re eager to have a friend. Plus Azul seems nice.

He glances at the water. “I have to go home, but I can meet you here tomorrow?”

“Okay! It’s a deal.” You hold out your pinky. The boy hooks his small pinky with yours. It’s the start of a beautiful friendship.

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You spend your first summer playing with Azul. He shows you the many small shallow pools with different sea life. He takes you to safe places that aren’t too deep for you to swim. He tells you all about the Coral Sea, and you listen in rapture. 

You teach him to build sandcastles, which go much better when there’s two people. Sometimes you’ll bring a snack with you to share with him. You find he really likes fried food, so you try to bring a treat every once and awhile. You tell him about your home as he’s never been beyond the Coral Sea.

It’s very much a summer you’ll never forget. But as all fun times must come to an end, you find yourself with only a day left.

Floating in the water, you stare up at the beautiful sky filled with white fluffy clouds. Azul bobs in the water near you. You point to one cloud. “That looks like a jackalope.”

“What’s that?”

“Uh…a rabbit with horns! I read about them in a book once.”

Azul squints as he stares at the same cloud. “It kinda looks like a sea bunny.”

“Those exist?!”

“Yup. They’re kinda small, white with black spots and two black ears,” he explains.

“Ohhh!”

After more pointing at clouds, you decide to dry off. Sitting on the towel you placed near the water, you sigh. “I’m leaving after today.”

Still floating in the water, Azul droops. “...”

“But I’ll be back next summer!” You try your best to sound cheerful. In honesty you don’t want to leave Azul.

“O-okay.” His voice wavers.

Patting the pockets of your jacket you had left with your towel, you find what you’re looking for. “I want to give you something, Azul. Close your eyes!”

Coming closer to shore, he closes his eyes. You place the necklace around his neck with a pleased smile. “Okay, you can look!”

It’s the small shell you found on your first day. Your grandpa had drilled a small hole in the shell and threaded a leather cord through it. Though you love the shell, you want Azul to have it. After all, he is your dear friend.

Azul holds the shell in his hands, his eyes gleam in awe. “R-really your g-giving this to m-me?” He looks close to tears.

Wrapping your arms around him, you give him a hug. “Yup! You’re my friend, Azul. And it’s also a promise that even when I’m not here, I’ll always be with you.”

He clings to your form crying. “T-thank you!”

Before you leave, you make another pinky promise to see him again next summer.

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At the age of eleven, the world doesn’t look as large as before, but you don’t mind because you have Azul. Every summer you spend it with your grandparents at their beach house. Every summer since you were eight going on nine, you spend it with Azul. You look forward to that time.

However things are changing, you know it. Behind the hushed arguments your parents have when they think you’re asleep, you know your home is falling apart. Behind the sad, pitying looks your grandparents give you when you come to stay, you know things won’t stay the same. Yet, you forget it all when you spend time with Azul. Because in your little bubble with the octo-mermaid, everything is okay.

“Hey, have you heard of Night Raven College?” you ask Azul as you soak your feet in the water. It’s colder than usual, so you opt to just relax on the sandbar while Azul floats nearby. You had given him a book to read, which he seems to enjoy, though he makes sure it doesn’t get wet.

He looks up from the book, eyes squinting. “Yeah. Why?”

“You should consider getting glasses, Azul. Your nose is basically buried in the book. I don’t think it’s good for your eyes.” You frown at him having mentioned this a few times already.

He only sighs. “I’ll look into it. I promise.”

You give him a stern look before returning back to the main topic. “I’d like to go there. Though I hear it’s only for mages who are talented. So I guess I’ll have to work super hard to get in.”

“I’m sure you can,” he says confidently. In Azul’s mind there’s nothing you can’t do.

Sitting up straighter, your eyes sparkle with an idea. “We should both go! That way, we can be together even after summer!”

He perks up at the idea. “Do you think I can make it?”

“Of course you can. You’re so smart and hard working, Azul. Be more confident in yourself.” You’re already imagining you two at NRC. “We’ll be able to have class together and eat together! It’ll be a lot of fun!”

Azul nods as he’s already trying to calculate everything he needs to do. The bullies have stopped bullying him mostly. And he does have two moray mermaids who he talks with during school. He’s already started developing his unique magic. “We’ll have to work hard for the next five years. It would be best to study everything possible. They probably want a well rounded student.”

You’re glad to see him getting excited. He almost doesn’t notice the sad tilt of your smile. Almost. “Is something wrong, (y/n)?”

Looking away, you find interest in the sand. “My parents have been fighting a lot. I think they hope I don’t notice, but it's hard to ignore when they’re fighting at night. I think they’re gonna get a divorce…”

Azul swims to the shore while placing the book down on your towel. He grasps your hand and gives it a squeeze. “I’m sorry.” There’s not much he can do. So he pats your head while getting sea water all over you.

Snorting, you try pushing his hand away. But the teasing smile on his lips tells you he won’t stop until you’re smiling. Laughing, you relent and allow yourself to be patted. “Thanks, Azul.”

He still wears the necklace you gave him all those years ago. He stops patting your head. “I can’t do much about your parents, but if you ever want to talk about it, I’m here.”

“Yeah…” You fiddle with your own shell necklace that Azul had gifted you the year after you had given him one. It’s a beautiful nautilus shell with orange stripes all along the outside. “I don’t think I’ll be coming back here,” you confess after a moment.

Azul’s hand tightens around yours. You continue, “My grandparents are getting old and I heard they were planning to sell the summer house before going to a retirement community. So this looks like it’ll be my last summer.”

You two remain silent. Azul holds your hand with a death grip. You look at him to see that he’s trying to hold back tears, though some have already leaked out of the corners of his eyes. Reaching forward, you wipe them off his face.

Finally he speaks. “We’ll meet at Night Rave College.” He holds out his pinky.

Grinning, you hook your free pinky with his. “It’s a promise!”

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As you suspect that summer is your last at the beach house. You spend your days being shuttled between both parents. You try your best to study hard for NRC. However, with the fighting and the constant tug-of-war for you, you're unable to focus. When the time rolls around for those who got into the school to leave, you remain where you are.

Disappointment tastes bitter in your mouth. You’re unable to let Azul know that you won’t be there with him. There’s no doubt in your mind he got in on the first try. He’s brilliant and hard working. Gripping the nautilus shell, you vow to block everything else out and focus. You won’t allow yourself to be distracted. Not this time.

So when the black carriage comes to pick you up, you’re ready to go. A year late, but it doesn’t matter. You’ll see Azul. Finally.

You stand in front of the magic mirror, proud you’re there after working so hard. The mirror sorts you into Pomefiore. You’re a bit taken aback but go with it. It’s not like your house determines who you hang out with. All the while, you look for Azul but don’t see him among the upperclassmen.

After settling down in your room, you leave the dorm to explore the school. A bit of your childish wonder still remains. You observe each statue of the seven, examine each classroom, and walk around the halls. It’s all a wonder to you. You’re too busy focusing on looking around you that you nearly collide with another student.

“Hey!”

“Sorry!” you apologize immediately while noting the student is a boy in your dorm. He’s very beautiful with soft features. The glare he throws at you doesn’t do much to scare you.

“Maybe don’t have your heads in the clouds,” he admonishes.

You shrug. “How can I not? I dreamed of coming here for so long, I can’t believe I’m here.” Tossing him an easy grin, you introduce yourself. “I’m (y/n), a first year.”

“Epel Felmier. Also a first year.” He seems to loosen up at your easy attitude. “So we’re both in Pomefiore…”

“You make it sound like a death sentence,” you snicker.

He sighs. “I wanted to be in Savanaclaw. They’re all so strong looking, I thought I could become like that.” He bemoans his fate as you two walk to the dining hall.

“I don’t really care which dorm I was put into. I just wanted to get here.” You pile food on your dish. “I made a promise with a friend to go to NRC with him. I’m a year late, but I made it!”

“Who’s your friend?” You two sit down away from the other students.

“His name’s Azul. He’s from the Coral Sea.” You look around but still don’t see him. “I haven’t seen him for six years, but I’m sure I’ll recognize him when I do.”

“Is that something he gave you?” Epel points at the nautilus necklace peeking out of your uniform.

You nod as you take it out to show him. “It’s something I’ve had for a while. It might sound sappy, but it’s like a part of him is with me.”

Epel grins. “It is sappy. But nice.” The two of you share a laugh as you tuck the necklace back under your shirt.

As you and Epel chat, you find yourself enjoying the conversation. Despite his bristly personality at first, he’s alright. You learn of his strong dislike for when people mistake him for a girl, his desire to be more manly, and his family’s apple farm.

The two of you head back to the dorm. “First day of class tomorrow, I’m so nervous.” You’ll have more time to find Azul hopefully.

“What class do you have first?”

“Potions. You?”

“Flight. I get to meet Ashton Vargas!” Epel’s eyes sparkle. “I aspire to be physically fit like him,” he explains when you look at him quizzically.

“Huh. Well, good luck tomorrow.” Giving him a wave, you head to your room. You fall asleep the moment your head touches your pillow.

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It’s about three weeks into the school year, and you still have no luck finding Azul. Perhaps it wouldn’t be as easy as you first thought. The school is quite large and there are a number of dorms. Not only that, but you find yourself being buried in school work. The professors pile on work after work. You find yourself spending more time in the library or studying in your room. The few times you have to breathe, you’re sleeping as you’re too tired to do much else.

You and Epel lament at the workload. At least you have someone to bemoan your fate with. Epel excels in flying class. The few times you’ve seen him fly, he’s so graceful on a broom. You’re not great but at least you do better than some; you manage to avoid falling off. You do well in the history of magic as you find it fascinating. Where most would be snoozing, you were carefully writing down notes and asking questions. Sometimes you would forget about finding Azul as classes took up most of your thoughts.

It’s during midterms when you finally have your fateful encounter.

Students are moaning and groaning about possibly failing the midterm. You’re mostly confident you can pass in all classes except Alchemy. It’s one of those classes you struggle in with the calculations and whatnot. It makes no sense!

“I’m gonna fail this…!” you cry out in frustration.

Epel glances over from his own studying. His face scrunches up. “Alchemy…bleh!”

“Yeah but it’s a bleh I have to pass.” You bury your face in the textbook. “Make it make sense!”

“Hey,” Looking up, you see two other Pomefiore students. “Are you struggling with Alchemy too?”

An eyebrow goes up. “Yeah?” You don’t know the two nor have you ever talked to them.

“Well what if we told you about a study guide that can help you pass?” They both look eager.

“Sounds too good to be true,” you scoff.

One holds his hand over his chest. “I swear it’s true. I heard it from a second year. He got a study guide from this first year, and aced his midterms. And that first year is now the head of the Octavinelle dorm.”

The other one nods. “Yeah, all you have to do is sign a contract and the study guide is yours.”

Rolling your eyes, you can’t believe what you’re hearing. “Sounds even fishier than before. Why would I sign a contract for a study guide? What’s in it for the other person?”

The two scratch their heads. “We’re actually not sure. The upperclassman said we have to go to him to find out. But we’re kinda scared of the two sophomores who work there…”

Epel snorts. “What’s so scary about sophomores?”

“Well to start they’re both super tall with scary sharp teeth. One of them likes to squeeze people until they pop!” the girl explains, hands waving around wildly.

You wave them off. “I’m not interested in selling my soul for a study guide.”

“Suit yourself.” They both turn to leave the library. “Damn it! We gotta meet with Azul in three minutes!”

Your ears perk up when you hear the name. “Wait! I’m coming with you.”

“Huh? I thought you didn’t want to sell your soul?”

“I…there’s something I’m curious about.”

Following the two students to Mostro Lounge, you’re taken aback by the cool and jazzy atmosphere. You had heard about the lounge but never had an opportunity to visit. You see a number of different students sitting in booths sipping drinks, eating delicious looking food, and having a good time.

“Welcome to Mostro Lounge. My name is Jade. How can I help you?” a smooth, almost eerie voice asks. 

You have to crane your neck at the very tall looking student. He gives you all a closed eyed smile. You wonder if he’s one of those scary sophomores they had mentioned. There is something chilling about him. His dual colored eyes seem to pierce right through you.

“W-we have a m-meeting with A-Azul A-Ashengrotto,” the boy manages to stutter out.

He checks a list and nods. “Yes, his three-o-clock.” His eyes dart over to you. “I was informed it would be two people…”

Clearing your throat, a lie slips easily from your tongue. “They were telling me about this study guide, and I’m afraid of failing Alchemy, so I thought I’d come along.”

He smiles widely, revealing sharp teeth. “I’m sure Azul won’t mind. Please follow me this way.”

As you follow behind them, your heart pounds in your chest. You want to believe that this Azul is your Azul. But you also don’t want to believe it because it sounds like your Azul has decided to start some shady business dealings. The image of the innocent octo-mermaid from your childhood is starting to blur. You hope you’re wrong and that this Azul just happens to share the same name.

He leads you to a back office that upon first look is very fancy. You notice the rather large safe behind the desk. It’s a nice office as it’s made to make one feel nervous but also important enough to get a meeting. You also don’t miss the figure sitting at the desk, hands folded neatly in front of him. 

Though he’s no longer in his octo-mermaid form, you do recognize him as your Azul. He’s changed a lot in the six years since you last saw him. The innocent look in his eyes has been replaced with a calculating stare. Gone was the soft smile, replaced with a cold smirk. He at least listened to you and got glasses.

He doesn’t notice you just yet as you linger behind the other two students. Jade introduces everyone to him. “You’re three-o-clock, Azul. Oh and they brought an extra guest who’s curious about your offer.”

As the two students move to sit down, you meet his gaze. His eyes widen a fraction and you notice his hands tighten a bit. But he composes himself and quickly focuses on the other Pomefiore students. You quietly take the seat brought by Jade and sit on the edge.

“So, you’re interested in my study guide?” he asks, his tone cool and smooth. Nothing like the sweet, soft voice you knew.

The boy nods. “Yeah, we heard you helped a bunch of students pass their midterms.”

“Of course, who am I to not help a poor unfortunate soul?” He produces two contracts with a dramatic flourish. “As you can see, part of the contract requires you to complete a certain stipulation. As long as you score within the top 50 for that class, you  won’t owe me a thing.”

They barely read the contract as they’re too focused on listening to Azul. You lean over and read the finer details of the contract. As you read, your mood sours. A sour taste fills your mouth as you carefully go over everything.

“If you are unable to score within the top 50, you will be required to work for Monstro Lounge until your graduation. Oh, and I get to keep that special ability or trait you offer as collateral until then as well,” he finishes explaining.

They both seem a bit hesitant so he adds, “As long as you use my guide, you are bound to get at least a 90%. A good score I would say.” He pushes his frames up as he smiles at them. Not once has he looked at you.

“Well…that doesn’t sound so bad!” The girl quickly signs the contract.

The other student follows suit while muttering, “That other guy isn’t working so it must be easy to make it to the top 50.”

Once the contract is signed, Azul takes them back and carefully places them in a draw. “Wonderful! Jade will lead you out and give you the study guides.”

The tall one comes back immediately as if summoned, and gestures for them to follow him. When you don’t move, he gives you another polite smile. “Please come this way.”

Gripping the arms of the chair tightly, you shake your head. “I still have something to discuss. Right, Azul?” You stare directly in his eyes, which he quickly averts.

Coughing, he waves Jade off. “You can take those two.”

He seems a bit curious but leaves the office with the two in tow. The door closes with a dreaded click. Now it’s just you and Azul. You don’t say anything as you stare at him. You take in everything. He occasionally glances at you but quickly looks away.

You speak up first. “So, this is what you’ve been up to…”

“...(y/n) I-”

“What is this Azul?” You cut him off in anger. “You’re offering such shady deals to students that I know will most likely fall in your favor. They might not have read the contract but I did. And I know it’s impossible to get the top 50 in a class, especially if you’re offering this deal to a lot of students! Why would you do this!? Why are you exploiting people?!”

He’s taken aback by your sudden rise in tone. His mouth opens and closes a few times before it snaps shut with a click. You want to reach over the desk and hold his hand, but you resist the temptation. Instead your expression softens and you lower your voice.

“I know I haven’t seen you in years. But what happened to the sweet Azul I knew?” You want to find the Azul you knew, but it’s difficult to imagine the person in front of you as your best friend.

His expression darkens as he clenches his jaw. “The old Azul was a crybaby who could never do anything on his own. I’m better now! I have power that I never had before. No one looks down on me! Isn’t this a good thing, (y/n)?”

It’s your turn to be surprised. The way he talks about his former self is as if he wants to forget. “It’s not if you’re the one using people! You’re better than this!”

Azul’s gaze is icy. “So you prefer when I was a crybaby no one respected?”

You jump up from your seat. “What? No! You were never a crybaby to me, Azul. You were my best friend, who showed me the wonders of the ocean. I’ve always believed in you.”

He regards you coolly. “I’ve finally shed aside my past, (y/n). If you can’t accept me for who I am now, then I’m not sure where that leaves us.”

Your eyes burn with tears and you have to swallow a few times to stop the lump in your throat from forming. “How can I accept someone who is willing to use others for their own gain?”

Azul looks away, his hands clenched at his side. “Then I guess we have no other business to discuss.”

Your hand finds the nautilus shell you’ve worn for so long; it’s warm from being against your skin this entire time. It’s worn from constant wear, from long nights of holding it in your hands. You wonder if Azul still has the shell you gave him. Or did he shed it like everything else in his past?

“You know,” you say with a humorless laugh, “I worked hard to come here so I could be with you. It was our promise, and I was hellbent on keeping it. But I realize now how childish it was.”

Placing the nautilus shell on his desk, you want to take it back. But you can’t. The past is the past; he’s made it abundantly clear. Holding on to it will only hurt. Azul looks at what you slide over and nearly loses a grip on his cold demeanor.

“You might as well throw it away with the other one,” you say bitterly. You leave the office without looking back. The door slams with a finality.

Out of the office and back in lounge, the breezy jazz music does nothing to lift your spirits. You ignore the looks from the two tall sophomores. You realize they’re twins but quickly focus on leaving. You never want to step into that lounge for as long as you're here.

When you return to the library, Epel can tell from your face that you’re unhappy. However, he doesn’t ask for which you are grateful. You bury yourself in your textbook, trying to forget everything that transpired. 

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In the privacy of his office, Azul remains in his seat with his chair facing the door. He runs his thumb over the surface of your shell. Underneath his own shirt lies the shell necklace you made him so long ago. Those nights when he was frustrated, he would look at it. It reminded him of your smile, your laughter, your constant support. It reminded him of the promise to meet at NRC again. With as much as he wanted to cast aside his past, you are not something he could ever let go. 

But it seems the choice has been made for him. He can only stare hollowly at the nautilus and wonder if his choices are the right ones.

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I’ve Told You Now - Bucky Barnes smut

The one where alpha!Bucky fucks you in front of the other avengers

Warnings: smut, a/b/o dynamics, public sex, oral (f), p in v, possessiveness

Word count: 2.3k

A/N: Thank you to my lovely @wakingbeauty​ for giving this a read for me! This is strictly the product of mine and @navybrat817​‘s belief that public sex should be more common in A/B/O dynamics, so there you have it 😊 Also, I used a prompt the sweet @jbreenr​ gave me ages ago for a headcanon and I asked to save it for this story since it made such perfect sense! Hope you guys like it! I might write more public sex A/B/O smut in the very near future!

Bucky’s P.O.V.

Everyday was the same. I’d wake up and join the rest of the team for breakfast to find out that despite the fact that someone had saved me a seat, that same someone had thought of a new joke to make at my expense.

If I thought Tony’s nicknames were bad, this was a whole new level. It’s like she wanted to find all the little ways to annoy me, while still remaining mindful of my recovery process and triggers.

I’d never met an omega like that before. Back in my time, omegas were mostly prim and proper, almost shy around alphas, even if they were starting to show a little more skin and entertain the possibility of staying closer to us for longer periods of time.

I wasn’t used to someone who felt so comfortable with my intimidating aura, and the alpha in me definitely couldn’t grow used to seeing so much of her skin all the time. By now, I was sure she was doing it on purpose.

She knew how it affected me, she could smell it - every omega was able to identify when a nearby alpha was aroused. And I knew it turned her on in return. I was also biologically wired to sense that.

It was basically a game of who would break first. And I knew she thought she would win, but my resolve still wasn’t broken.

“Ah… What a lovely day. So full of possibilities… if you’re not a hundred years old,” she quickly added, throwing me a glance that had me rolling my eyes. “What do you say, grandpa? Feel like going out for a run?”

Who knows what I would have answered if she hadn’t decided to pull her hair up right at the second Wanda opened the window to look out into the field? The smile that had been on my face quickly dropped when I was hit with a heavy wave of her scent and my knees buckled as I tried to hold myself back from just jumping on top of her.

Unfortunately, because awareness was not something she seemed capable of having, she did not realize my struggle. “What’s wrong, old man? Can’t even keep up anymore?” The growl that escaped my chest at her joke was all the warning she needed to finally understand what was going on.

“I’ll show you what I can keep up.” I was on her in a second, my consciousness of our surroundings reduced to absolutely nothing. It was only her and me, and the way our lips moved as I guided her back to the couch, until we both fell on top of it.

“Is this what you wanted, huh?” I asked as I tore her shirt with a simple flick of my wrist. “Is this how you wanted it to happen? For me to lose all control and just take you right here?” All that left her was a garbled sound, her hands clawing at my back as I easily got rid of her jeans until they were nothing but scraps on the floor and then exposed her pussy to the tower’s living room.

“Fuck yes,” I growled, immediately leaning down to get a taste of her. Sweet and wet and mine, all mine. I had no idea where that possessive instinct had come from, but I would be crazy to ignore it - especially since it felt like I’d kill and die for her at that very second.

Her hips jerked up, instinctively searching for my tongue, but a breeze of clarity seemed to brush over her and make her sit up on her elbows, looking down at me. I knew what was running through her mind before she said it, and I wasn’t having any of it.

“You better lay back down and let me savor my meal,” I warned, knowing the rest of the team had gathered around to watch the show. I didn’t have to take my eyes off her debauched state to know it, but her gaze was on them, even if the rest of her body was still spread open for anyone to see, uncaring of the fact that we were being watched.

“You poked the beast, now you’ll entertain it,” Steve warned, shaking his head as if to scold us, but when I met his eyes, I could see the glint of desire in them. He wanted to be in my position, he wanted to have his own tongue shoved deep inside my girl’s pussy, and it only made me eat her more hungrily.

“Eyes on me, ‘mega,” I called out to her once I saw her eyes linger on Steve. “Let them watch, that’ll keep them away from you.” She groaned at the possessiveness in my words, but it was the sounds of someone who was relishing in it. And I was relishing in her juices.

“Fuck!” She cursed when I buried my tongue as far as it could go in her, something deep inside of me desperate to be drowning in her scent. “Should have gotten you mad before.”

The thought was amusing to me. Did she really think this was only the result of pent-up anger, and not months of desire and lust that had finally spilled from my weakened resolve?

“Well…” I started, pushing two fingers inside of her to scissor her open for me, although my scent had already made her body as prepared for an Alpha an Omega could get.

I was a bit larger than usual Alphas, though - courtesy of the serum - so I wanted to make sure she wouldn’t go through any pain whatsoever. “You keep me mad all the fucking time, kitten.”

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“With desire or anger, it doesn’t really care,” he continued, like it was any ordinary day and we were chatting in the living room, our usual teasing banter taking over the conversation, instead of him eating me out on the couch in front of all of our teammates while I was spread out for their eyes to take in.

“You’re always a tease to me, in one way or another.” His huge hands massaged the inside of my thighs as he finally lowered himself to suck on my nub again, making me instinctively buck my hips up in search of his tongue.

“Stay…” he ordered in his Alpha tone, and the whine that broke free from my chest was more animal than human now. The way he used his mouth was nothing short of sinful, licking me from ass to clit with an eagerness I had never expected the former Winter Soldier to have.

But I guess today I was discovering all of my fantasies about Bucky had been a bit misplaced. For one, I never thought he’d be the type of Alpha to take me in such a public environment.

In every dirty dream I’d had, Bucky was far too possessive to allow anyone to explore what was his - even if it was only visually - but what I’d come to learn was that while he was definitely dominating, there was a hint of exhibitionism in his craving.

He liked to have people see him break me into a million pieces only to glue me back together with a lick of his tongue. He liked that they were seeing his talent - and I had to admit, by what I saw in his friend’s stare, that they were also admiring me too.

And he got off on that. I didn’t expect it would make me get off too.

“Delicious,” he hummed when he finally pulled away from my cunt, having brought me to my release and licked it off of me. Still, an overwhelming amount of wetness covered the lower part of his face, prompting me to raise myself to my elbows and lick my own juices off of his lips, the omega in me begging to scent him as mine.

“You’re a nasty little bitch, aren’t you?” He chuckled once the surprise faded away, easily manhandling me onto my stomach, the sound of a zipper being opened denouncing that he had undressed.

“Keep fucking me and you’ll find out.” I heard him spitting behind me, a shiver running up my spine as I realized he was playing with himself while looking at me presenting for him.

“Oh, I’ll do much better than that.” That was all the warning I got before I felt the head of his member poking my entrance, slowly but surely sliding in until he had bottomed out.

My whines became intensified when he pulled me up by my hair, his free hand covering my breast to rub my nipple as he whispered, “I’m gonna claim you, sweetheart. You think you’re ready for that? Think you’ll be able to take it?”

I was quickly realizing I had severely underestimated the man inside of me, even if not to the extent he thought I had. I was not ready for that. I don’t think I ever would be, but fuck if I wasn’t gonna take it anyway.

Because it was so much better than I ever imagined it to be.

“No more playing hard-to-get,” Bucky continued, finally starting to move and immediately settling on a punishing pace. “No more teasing me with your short skirts and tempting scent. You’ll be mine now, ‘mega. Forever. How does that sound?”

God, I wanted him to do it. I wanted him to keep exercising this complete control over my body that he had so easily managed to take. His cock was stretching me in ways I’d never been stretched before, his inflated knot slamming against my opening with each thrust.

“Always mocking me… Am I too old for you now?” I shivered as he licked a stripe up my neck. I knew he wouldn’t actually bite me in front of everyone - a claiming ritual was a sacred ritual, even the most feral of Alphas respected the intimacy of that. But the way he was taunting me was all too arousing, I couldn’t deny it. “Tell me.”

His hand squeezed my hip, looking for an answer. I tried to open my mouth, but nothing came out. His palm slipped further down, finding my clit, and as two fingers rubbed my own juices, around it, I screamed.

“N-No!” Bucky chuckled against my neck, body continuing his onslaught against mine as he nuzzled my scent gland. “Y-you’re not too old for me. Take me, take me please.” His coos were too provoking, making me cry out loud at the mocking sound.

“Aw, kitten…” His warm mouth breathed the next words against my ear, “I already did.” He turned my face towards his with his fingers tangled in my hair, engulfing my mouth with his.

“Alright.” A familiar voice spoke from not too far, startling me for a second as I once again was reminded that we were still very much surrounded by our team. “You two might just be the sexiest mates I’ve ever seen fuck.”

A growl escaped Bucky’s chest at hearing someone refer to us as mates for the first time, and I panted in need, desperate to cum, desperate for him. “Seen a lot of mates fuck, Romanoff?” He nibbled at my ear, hands roaming over my body as if to make it very clear to every person watching that they could look all they wanted, I was still his.

“You have no idea.” Looking over a bit to the side from where she was seated, there rested Sam’s almost limp body, a hand curled over his boner as his eyes never wavered from the place I was connected to the man behind me.

“Well, I know what I’m gonna think about tonight.” Something between a laugh and a moan escaped me, making Bucky growl again, hands pushing me back down onto the couch as his hips picked up the pace with which they’d ruin me.

To say I was soaked was the understatement of the century. I could feel it, running down my thighs, drenching the couch underneath me. I don’t know how we’d be able to use it again, but that was the least of my concerns in the moment.

“I am begging you to let me lick her pussy after you guys are done,” came Tony’s voice, and I knew Bucky would growl in his direction just from the way his fingers pressed tightly on the flesh of my hips. “Not that type of Alpha, sorry, I got it.”

I heard his footsteps retreating quickly, probably scared of what Bucky would do to him once we were done, but in the Alpha’s defense, Tony seemed to disappear from his mind the second he left the room, all of his senses directed to me and his goal of making me cum around his cock.

“C’mon, kitten,” he whispered, fingers easily locating my clit to play with me as he pulled me up to rest against his chest one more. “Come for me, milk me dry.” That was all I needed to give him what he wanted, and although I was anticipating to moan loudly as I creamed his knot, his mouth covered mine to swallow all of my sounds in a deep kiss, hands protectively covering me while pawing at my breasts at the same time.

“Steve,” Bucky called after he managed to catch his breath, having fallen on top of me on the couch once his knot popped open. “I won’t be able to work out with you today.”

I looked up as best as I could to find Steve already staring at us, although red from head to toe. “That’s understandable,” he spoke in a thick, rough voice that I barely recognized as his. ���You seem to have worked out enough already.”

Bucky stopped running his nose against my cheek at his friend’s attempt at teasing, a slow smirk taking over his face as he joined me and stared at his friend. “Oh, I’m not nearly done,” he warned. “You’re more than welcome to join us for some cardio, if you want to.”

The soft smile Steve sent our way told us everything we needed to know about his plans for the evening.

#my fics #alpha au #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes #smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes reader #bucky barnes reader insert #bucky barnes reader inserts #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes oneshot

[phoenixyfriend]

Commander Buir

Follow-up to this post. Not in any particular order, just spitballing ideas, with contributions from several friends on discord.

Like presumably it takes long enough for them all to meet up again that Anakin and Cody do, in fact, end up treating each other like family, just so I can have that good good "well, guess I'm Dad now" energy. Shmi isn't entirely sure what's going on but she's not a slave anymore and her kid seems to like this rando mando, so.

Anakin gets to have a mom and two dads, though one of the dads is arguably younger than him.

Also when they all meet up again and Cody explains the "General Skywalker got shrunk" thing, there are three reactions: (General) Obi-Wan: Oh, Anakin. Obi-Wan: [gestures to take him, ends up with an armful of clingy padatoddler] Anakin: You can't blame this on me, Obi. Obi-Wan, a little teary, because babies cause emotions: Of course I can, you absurd human being. ------ Rex: That's... my general. Anakin: I am, Captain. Rex: Cool cool cool I'm gonna go stand where I can't, uh, break you. Anakin: I'm not THAT fragile! ------ Ahsoka: [gasp] Skyguy is SKYKID! Anakin: Padawan, this is-- Ahsoka, grabbing him and cuddling: Oh my goodness you're adorable this is the best day ever. Anakin: This is humiliating, Snips, put me down. Ahsoka: Never.

Anakin hates being a toddler because of the lack of independence but Cody keeps picking him up when he's cranky and just holding him until he falls asleep and that's... nice.......

- The brain limitations aren't quite as bad as the situation with Sokanth and Ylliben in the other AU, but - Even if his brain is mostly adjusted he’s still got a tiny body with different needs that he’s not used to. Like, he needs to sleep more but he’s got more energy than usual when he’s awake and it’s all weird.

Cody carrying around toddler Anakin like "God you give me ulcers but you're adorable, you little shit."

Inconveniently tiny body aside, Anakin has a pretty great time in this au. His family are all together and safe and within reach. His wife isn't around, but toddler brain means he doesn't have the Romance Drive, so that's not as bad as it could be It could be significantly worse.

@atagotiak asked: Does Anakin get annoyed about being called cute? - To which I say, He bites the first few times but Shmi tells him that's Naughty so he stops. - Babies are cute so you packbond with them before they’re annoying, Anakin is cute as a self defense mechanism - He’s extra annoying so he needs to be extra cute

You know how you need to keep an eye on toddlers so they don't, like, fall down the stairs or put something toxic in their mouth? - They need to keep an eye on Anakin specifically so he doesn't rewire the ship they're in while they're in hyperspace. - He has less self control on account of being smol. He still has all the mechanical knowledge! Just less comprehension of y’know, consequences.

Anakin, with a sippy cup: This is demeaning. Ahsoka: Your hands don't work great enough to avoid accidents yet. Anakin: It's still embarrassing.

General Kenobi can't just kill Maul, not when Maul is baby right now (sixteen, which is baby enough) so he just. Kinda. Kidnaps a baby Sith. (It's fine. He's fine.)

General Kenobi (not to be confused with Padawan Kenobi) decides to declare Maul his new padawan because someone has to deal with this teenager, and Plo already claimed the rest of Ahsoka's training. And Anakin's three, so.

"What do we do with Maul?" "Eh, I can handle him. I dealt with teenage Anakin getting arrested for illegal pod-racing twice a month, I can work with this."

Maul bites, but only slightly more often than Anakin, it's fine

Ahsoka definitely bullies Maul whenever possible

Consider: Rex holding very still because Anakin wanted to be tall, so he climbed Rex. Being unexpectedly climbed is better than being unexpectedly yeeted. It's still extremely nerve-wracking. - Cody is perfectly capable of running around with a backpacking toddler General, but Rex freezes like a statue. - Ahsoka finds this hilarious

You know how little kids like to be thrown around and swung in circles and stuff like that? This must get even more ridiculous with force users. Can throw a child real high and catch them safely. - Rex panics whenever Ahsoka throws her chibified Master

Literally everyone except Rex loves being yeeted. Even Maul can appreciate a good tactical yeet no shut up he's not having fun this is TRAINING - Rex is Suffering - Cody, a very Tired Dad, deserves to mock his vod'ika a little, as stress relief - Rex, a certified Little Brother, shoves Cody off something tall. Jokes on him, Cody thinks freefall is fun too.

Tia asked: So the people who didn’t exist yet got flung bodily back in time and Anakin did the mental time travel. Why did Obi-Wan not become Padawan Kenobi? (I mean “because I want it that way” is def a good enough answer I’m just wondering if there’s any reason.) - Which, well, it really was mostly "I want to" but here's two options, both of which come down to Blame Daughter and Father. 1. They figured a responsible adult Jedi Master was needed to convince people. 2. Nobody was supposed to get de-aged but Daughter figured they needed to make Anakin less liable to kill things for a few years. - Also IDK the Force God-Manifestations also took away any risk of rapid aging and early death from the clones because uhhhhhhhhhhh I said so

Rex and Ahsoka are fumbling their way through a relationship where ages are just really confusing and awkward, so they're keeping it to just kisses and cuddles for a bit.

Cody is so tired he doesn't even realize anyone's hitting on him until it's been three years of co-parenting with Shmi and his General. - Somehow Anakin knows Cody is in a relationship before Cody does. Cody has never been so embarrassed. - How did he manage to be less observant than Skywalker? -- it was sabotage; all his brain cells were taken up in managing said Skywalker -- Because Skywalker was up at three in the morning whacking a training droid with a stick so he didn't have the energy for Relationships

Also Shmi's come-ons are super subtle, while the General's are... well, Cody's gotten very used to ignoring anything ambiguous on that end because fraternization rules, and also because Obi-Wan flirts a lot with everyone. So.

Please imagine Cody and General Kenobi walking around with Anakin tucked into a toddler sling while they do whatever work they've ended up with at the Temple. - Yes, Cody is helping the Jedi figure out the best plan of attack to take down this slave ring because his grasp on tactics is phenomenal and he knows how to deploy people at greatest efficiency, but also he's got a nosy toddler on his hip who keeps offering his own insane-but-competent ideas. - General Kenobi ends up with a Council Seat just on account of, like, being the kind of person he is. As often as not, he's got Anakin tucked into his robes, chewing on the ear of a stuffed tooka or something.

IDK what Shmi's doing but apparently Legends had it that some of the administrative and support positions in the Temple were held by non-Jedi civilians? So probably something like that.

GENERAL KENOBI LECTURING PADAWAN MAUL WHILE ANAKIN'S BALANCED ON HIS HIP AND GLARING AT MAUL FOR STEALING HIS DAD

General Kenobi: Ahsoka's babysitting. Anakin: I'm her master, I don't need babysitting, this is-- General Kenobi: Fine, then you need supervision, so that you don't blow up a training salle again. Anakin: And you think Ahsoka would stop me? General Kenobi, eye twitching: Fine, I'm leaving you with Plo.

Even if he’s mentally an adult Anakin always needs supervision Look at canon! Anakin was left without supervision for like two days and he became a Sith

Quinlan gets distracted by how attractive General Kenobi is and tells Obi-Wan "dude, you're gonna be so hot once you can get rid of the stupid haircut" and Obi-Wan pushes him into the nearest pond.

They end up with this weird "Uncle Jango" situation (uncle to Anakin, via weird brotherhood-ish to Cody) because Rex and Cody are just like "Uhhhhhhhhh yeah okay" about him eventually, and Jango just like. Drops by. Trying to Earn Affection Of Blood Kin by bringing weird gifts for them and their (ugh) Jedi.

"Okay, Rex'ika, I stopped by Shili--" "What?" "--and apparently this is a delicacy there, so just... your girlfriend will like it." "She's not my girlfriend." "..." "Okay, I can't call her my girlfriend. Jedi have rules about that sort of thing, and--" "This will make your Jedi happy, probably. Just take it, kid."

Baby Anakin got his arm back but for some inexplicable reason still has The Eye Scar. He matches Buir.

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[mammonswhore]

Soo what if the MC was suicidal and depressed, so when the boys threaten then and stuff (like how lucifer was gonna kill them when protecting beel and luke) and they don't care or they ask them to do it no balls xD

I like this prompt bc they will be like fucking shocked if MC was not afraid of them. Anyways always remember to check on your mental health🖤♥

Brothers react to an MC who doesn't care about dying.

✒Lucifer

He was in complete shock. Every individual who he threatened was quick to apologize and surrender to his will but this human wasn't?

He dislikes that type of attitude but is also very curious about what happened to them to be this way.

When MC tried to climb up to the attic and he threatened them they just simply said "you know anything can kill me,right? You are not special for that one,Lucifer"

What the actual fuck is going on here?

He forced them to leave anyways but he was thinking about their response all night.

No one talked back to him besides Satan and Belphie and the first person out of his family talking back to him was human. A human! He was annoyed to say the least.

When the relationship between him and MC progressed he become more concerned about it.

He tried to get the truth out of them subtly and without acting suspicious or worried but when they finally said "Lucifer if you want to ask me something, do it. Don't try to get answers out of me that way,it won't work"

When they finally revealed that they were not worried about dead because it will get to them anyway,Lucifer was sad.

He was not only sad because he knew that MC was going to die but because they were not a little bit worried about it.

A sudden wave of sadness gets into Lucifer's chest and he proceeds to hug his lover and tells them that he will take them to therapy.

✒Mammon

He was very happy about MC not caring about dying at first since he couldn't care less and he never properly threatened them as well so they never got to talk back at him.

But once when they were escaping from two witches,MC got hurt and they didn't care at all. Like they literally didn't say shit about the wound on their leg and it took Mammon almost half an hour to realize that the blood he was smelling it was from their wound.

"MC WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY ANYTHING? ARE YOU DUMB? COME ONE,HUMAN! W-WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO? I'M GOING TO HELP YOU,FUCK!"

Very stressed out about it,starts yelling about how they need to be careful with their lives because they are weaker than the average and things like it.

"Mammon I don't care about death,I'm kinda craving for it at this point"

His face drops. A sudden feeling he couldn't recognize was placing on him. He was worried but it was not the type he was used to feel around them.

The single thought of MC dying send shivers down his back. He was borried and it was not because Lucifer would kill him but because he couldn't stand that thought.

"Don't go saying things like that,MC... I don't want you to die,human"

He hugs them kinda afraid they might order him to let them die right there.

He is going to look for help and tell Lucifer about it so they both can keep an eye on MC in case of anything.

✒Levi

His first thought when he heard MC saying they wanted to die was "honestly same."

When he was about to kill them on the TSL quizz thing they didn't even flinch. They were not about to run,hide or beg.

When Lucifer stepped in,Levi was fucking shocked but angry at the same time.

"Damn normie,who do they think they are?"

When both of them formed a pact he became more worried about their health,not because they were his master but also his only friend and he was not about to loose them for some stupid shit.

When they hurt doing some stupid shit with him Levi freaks out and has a mini meltdown but tries his best to control his emotions to help his Henry.

"Stupid normie... Can't you be more careful? Dumb,dumb,dumb human... Agh"

He is mad but he is more worried than he is mad so he is trying his best to ask them how are they so stupid without being rude.

He became more careful with his words since he thought that maybe a little push will send them over the edge and make them commit suicide.

Very sharp when others point out that he takes care of them,gets defensive easily and will lock both of them in his room for a while.

✒Satan

He can not properly understand what's going on with them. His first thought is that they are very much dumb.

Gets annoyed by that attitude easily but never looses a chance to asks them if they are really that dumb or if they want to get killed.

"Oh sorry Satan,did my attitude happen to bother you?"

Ugh. The mocking tone in their voice made him furrow his eyebrows and spit venomous words.

"Indeed it does but I can easily understand why are you so reckless,you are defenseless against me and you are still trying to argue with me. I must say you have some guts MC but I don't think it's late for a good reminder that I can kill you easily."

And then they smirked and stepped closer to him with a daring attitude.

"Do it,anything can kill me and I will die eventually so your meaningless threats don't scare me not even a bit."

He was waiting for them to run,to hide and scream for help. But Satan was not expecting that answer.

His demon form unleashed and he was ready to attack but something inside of his his head told him that he was not capable of killing them. And when he realized that he just patted their head and went to his room.

Later on when they made the pact and MC helped him when coming to terms with Lucifer,he was quite scared for their daring attitude.

Every time they went out even if it was with one of his brothers,Satan will check on them with messages or calls every time he could.

To be honest,MC doesn't need this type of checks on them but appreciates it since Satan knows better than anyone how hard it can be to control themselves.

He still gets very pissed off when MC makes snarky comments,dares him for anything or that type of things but he still won't attack them because he loves them way more.

✒Asmo

He is no the type to threaten someone unless they are threatening him first but he was very tired of MC's attitude through the day and he snapped.

"Can't you remember your place,MC? Every single person around can kill you and you still seem to be as sassy as ever."

He was about to apologize with them about his words since he was not the type to talk to them like that but he was surprised when they talked back (again).

"Asmo if you haven't notice I truly don't mind getting killed here,it would be more interesting that dying in the Human Realm to be honest and also everyone is going to die and no one is going to remember me so fuck it."

That was worst. His eyes were very lost trying to figure out where did those words came from? What was going on?

"MC don't day that,please" he whispered very nervous.

Asmo hugged them and calmed himself down. Even for a demon who has seen a lot of people die he was not ready to loose MC and he was also not ready to hear those words fall from their mouth.

"Asmo calm down,please."

"You were joking,right? You don't think that about your life,don't you?"

He might not seem like it but he was completely worried for their health and well being. Being MC the only person he ever considered as a friend and possible lover,he could not stand for what they were saying.

He became more careful with what he said to them and what the others were allowed to say,if someone tried to insult them or make them feel like less he will snap right away of that meant MC will get rid of those awful thoughts.

✒Beelzebub

He threatened them about eating his food but they were unfazed about him,it was the first time he threatened them after making the pact and honestly,his reaction was totally wrong and he knew this and he was ready to apologize but he was shut down by MC's words.

"Do it,I honestly don't care."

What? MC what the hell are you saying?

He calms down and says that they shouldn't say things like that around his brothers because they might explode and actually kill them. He was worried,yes but he was more worried about eating something because his stomach was growling like crazy.

"Why would you say something like that? If it wasn't because we demons can't kill our master you will be dead now,MC."

Beel was stuffing chips into his mouth while watching MC think about an answer, more worried than before.

"I didn't mean to scare you,Beel. But I will die anyways so it's just a matter of time and if someone dared to make it right now I wouldn't stop them."

He feels the chills going through his back, the feeling of loosing someone he loves again was a lot to process and the fact that MC was unfazed and really sure about their words made him feel full suddenly.

"I don't want to loose you,MC. I know that you are a human and all but can't you just take care of yourself a little? I don't want to loose you." *sad beel noises*

Reassuring him that they will try to find help, MC hugs Beel and promises to try to stop this type of comments.

He was still very very worried about them so he was always around keeping an eye and ear on them so no one killed them.

✒Belphie.

This was after the attic events,he was still very unsure about MC's presence on his life but he was hanging on there still getting used to them.

Until they were assigned to wake him up from a 10 hour nap to eat something.

"You dumb human,I will rip your head apart of you wake me up again."

"It's not like if you haven't tried already now wake up and eat something or Lucifer will be pissed."

He was very amused,they were not afraid of him anymore and decided to talk back to him. But he still was shocked to say the least.

The human who he killed once was now giving him orders without a pact or relationship that established that he had to obey them. They had some guts,that was for sure.

When their relationship progressed and he became closer to MC,he was not going to stand for that type of comments.

"MC you can't go around saying that you want to die! It hurts to see you this way, jeez!"

"I can't help it,Belphie. Sometimes my thoughts just slip through my lips without me even trying."

Now that was something he was not expecting to hear. What did they mean? They really wanted to die that bad?

"Listen here you little shit,I already lost you once and I'm not going to loose you again so stop making those stupid comments or I will tell Lucifer to pay you a good therapist... Fucking idiot."

Belphie was worried even if he seems like he was just annoyed by them,he was even mkre worried than what he will like to admit.

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[reidsnose]

buggin

overview: reader enlists the help of her neighbor (who shes never met) to get rid of a gnarly bug in her apartment

genre: fluff

a/n: thought of this today after i moved the shower curtain, saw a centipede crawl out, and screamed for my dad to come help me. anywayyyss i thought its be cute so as always lmk what you guys think :)

masterlist

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you walked into your bedroom, fumbling frantically with the buttons on your shirt as you raced to leave your house on time. hair brush hair brush hair brush. where was your hair brush? you knocked over countless items trying to find it but with no luck. bathroom! you quickly made your way to the bathroom, opening the door so fast that wind blew through your hair.

and then you saw it.

a gnarly, long, nasty, creepy crawly centipede.

you let out a loud shriek and promptly shut the door. if you didn't get to the interview one time, it would surely be a bad first impression. but then again so would showing up with a bird's nest of hair on your head. you tried who knows how many times to go back in and kill it or catch it in a cup but each time you saw its countless, spindly legs you backed out. you checked your watch, 10 minutes until you had to leave.

you walked out into the hallway of the apartment building, and in a frenzy, you bumped into a tall, handsome man leaving the apartment across from yours.

he chuckled an apology before looking to meet your eye, breath hitching in his throat as he did. you were arguably the most beautiful woman he had ever seen (despite a very questionable hairdo). and when a surge of desperation ran through your body you rambled an explanation to the stranger, telling him about your job interview and time crunch then promptly begging him to come inside and get rid of the centipede for you.

and something inside him couldn't say no. he wanted to, i mean when an objectively crazy looking person lures you into their home to catch a bug, generally one says no and goes on with their day. however, maybe it was his complete an immediate infatuation with you or maybe his empathy for your situation, he decided to quickly help you and then try and get to work as fast as he can.

he couldn't help but subtly and subconsciously profile you based on your home as soon as he stepped inside. he liked it. your decorations, the small mess that makes it feel lived in, the general 'vibe' as morgan would say was incredible.

you gave him a sheet of paper and a cup, per his request, and led him to the dreaded bug bathroom. you couldn't help but watch in awe as he walked in with no fear, explaining to you in great detail how this was only a house centipede and it only had 15 pairs of legs which kind of counters the name. and how it isn't poisonous to humans and infact eats other bugs. you loved his facts so much and you followed him all the way to the window where he let the bug out, listening intently to what he had to say and swatting away the apology that came after the ramble, insisting that you genuinely enjoyed it.

"thank you so much,.." you trailed off, not knowing his name.

"Spencer." he filled in, offering a tight lipped smile.

"Spencer! wonderful. well again thank you so much and i owe you once I'm back from this job interview!" you smiled as you both walked to the door.

"oh you don't have to-" he began.

"no i insist! just knock on my door when you can and ill take you out." you stated, causing his eyes to widen, " not with a gun! i meant like ill buy you coffee or something!"

"i didn't think you meant with a gun?!" he laughed, handing you the hairbrush this whole ordeal was about. you laughed along as you closed and locked your apartment.

"I'm sorry i'm like completely fazzled right now! i have to go or else i'm never gonna get this job ill just brush my hair in the car! ok bye Spencer!" you called as you jogged down the stairs.

"wait i don't know your name?" he called after you.

"ill tell you when i buy you a coffee!" your giggle echoed through the building followed by the loud shut of the downstairs door.

he smiled to himself, wondering if he should tell the team about his funky morning encounter. he smiled the whole train ride to work, and then the walk from the stop to the building and then the elevator trip up. he just couldn't stop smiling. he thought about you brushing your hair while you drove and even giggled to himself on the train causing a few strangers to toss him some concerned looks.

how could he be living next to such a beautiful stranger?

when he walked into the bullpen, he saw the. whole team huddled around a desk, staring quite obviously at hotch's office. a new curiosity piqued his interest though his thoughts of you continued to be front and center in his mind.

"whats going on?" he asked, joining the group and craning his neck to try and see into the office.

"new agent interview." jj whispered.

"really? since whe-"

"shh!" Garcia shushed.

"you cant even hear them!" Reid defended.

"quiet helps us read their lips." prentiss whispered.

Spencer continued to crane his neck, moving around yet only being able to see hotch, who was throwing his head back in laughter. hotch laughing? wow this new agent must be pretty cool!

"oh my god! i've never seen him laugh like that before!" Garcia squeaked.

"she has to get the job now," morgan added.

"ah we have to wait for the handshake, thats when we see if he really approves," Rossi countered, "if he double hands the shake then its a done deal."

they all watched excitedly, waiting impatiently for the end of the interview. after a few minutes they saw hotch stand up and shake the possible new agent's hand with his right, firmly clasping his left over the handshake.

"was that the double handed handshake?" Garcia asked excitedly.

"yup." Rossi replied, popping the p.

as soon as the door began to open, the team tried ever so gracelessly to disperse, bumping into one another and murmuring fake excuses. a familiar outfit caught Spencer's eye as the new agent left hotch's office and he dared sneak a glance.

no way. his mind raced, thoughts of this morning flooding it a mile a minute. could it really be the girl from this morning? he watched as you excitedly left the building, beaming far to much to notice any other people as you left.

"bug?!" was all he could muster. not even loud enough for you to hear. unfortunately, loud enough for the people around him to.

"theres a bug? where?" morgan asked, looking around.

"no um...bug-she..is bug- um. nothing." he stammered.

"did you nickname the new agent bug?" jj laughed.

"what? no! do not say that in front of her!!" Spencer stammered.

after a couple teasing remarks, to Spencer's relief, they seemed to have let it go. the day was case-less and flew by quickly, the most exciting part was the morning interview and hotch's announcement that there would be a new agent starting tomorrow.

you sat at home, beyond excited about your successful interview, all thanks to handsome neighbor Spencer. you couldn't help but feel extra indebted to him. you feared you may have scared him off when you offered to take him out but it was the best way you could think to say thank you. but your nerves had transferred mainly to the upcoming first day of work.

as he got hone he debated knocking on your door but decided against it, knowing you were probably busy preparing for tomorrow.

when you arrived tomorrow a series of seemingly unfamiliar faces sat in the conference room, awaiting you and hotch.

when you stepped inside your eyes scanned over each of them, all looking very excited to meet you.

and then you saw him.

handsome neighbor Spencer was sitting RIGHT THERE. the stars have aligned and finally life is in your favor. after a brief introduction the meeting began and you took the only seat open which happened to be next to Spencer.

you gave each other polite smiles though both of your cheeks glowing red told a different story than two people who had just met.

"wheels up in 20." hotch concluded.

you all walked out together, the team making sure you felt included.

"so hows the first day feeling, y/n? or should i be like my friend Dr. Reid here and call you bug?" morgan asked slightly amused.

"oh my god you told?!" you laughed, looking wide eyed at Spencer.

after a high pitched denial from Reid and tears of laughter from the team as you told them of the events of that morning, you already felt like you were a part of the team.

as you boarded the jet, you decided to sit next to Spencer.

"you know, i still owe you a coffee," you mentioned nonchalantly as you pulled a book from your go bag, trying as hard as you possibly could to not blush.

he smiled slyly, picking up his own book to hide the rouge that fell upon his cheeks, "and ill hold you to that, bug."

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[personasintro]

drunk over sober | ksj drabble

⇢ 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔; getting through the evening in his presence calls for help and that's why you decide to reach for one thing that could possibly get you through it, or maybe it helps you in a whole another way

⇢ 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: angst (?), fluff, enemies to lovers au

⇢ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: explicit language

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drunk over sober | sober now

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What did you do in your past life to deserve this? To deserve such an overly confident, snarky, cocky bastard to be in your life. Why couldn't your friends find a nice human being that is polite, friendly and modest? Not… him.

And the fact everyone is so okay with him acting like he owns everything just makes your blood boil even more. Why the hell did you even agree to come here in the first place? Oh yeah, because one of your friends Jimin, assured you he won't be here. But rather than be mad at Jimin for lying to you because well, your worst enemy – the epitome of evil is right here, you're actually more mad at his presence.

Or maybe because he's enjoying this night to the fullest, even has the decency to lift up his glass of wine at you as he cockily quirks up one of his brows and sends a smirk your way. You gape at him like a fish, features twisting to a deep scowl and a glare. But he looks even more amused at your obvious anger, living for it.

“Y'know, this glaring at him won't do anything.”

The melodic voice resounds next to you, your eyes moving from the devil himself to your friend who's looking at Seokjin amusingly before he looks at you with the same amused eyes. That's great! Even he's enjoying this. Are you the only one being miserable? Maybe you should leave this bar, leave the group of your friends to maybe open a bottle of wine for yourself.

“Don't talk to me,” you grit, trying to appear intimidating but it only makes Jimin chuckle which makes your brow twitch in irritation. “You lied to me. You told me he won't be here tonight.”

“I didn't lie,” Jimin clarifies, “He wasn't supposed to come but decided to tag along at the last minute.”

“Of course, he did,” you roll your eyes. “He likes to make my life miserable.”

Now it's Jimin's turn to roll his eyes, finding the hatred between you two pathetic and childish. You don't even know how it started. Seokjin always made you irritated from the moment you met him. You don't like overly confident men, thinking they can do anything and act however they like. Then he started to make fun of you, throwing snarky remarks your way ever since he noticed the way you clearly wasn't very fond of his presence. And it quickly turns into bickering whenever the two of you are in the same room.

He has already managed to comment on your outfit the second he saw you.

“This is not your grandma's funeral, Y/N.”

How dare he bring your poor grandma into this? You know he did that just to annoy you, that doesn't make it okay.

To be fair, you did tell him something back. “Oh really? Says the man who's wearing his dad's clothes.”

It's certain you made your friends laugh, both of you did. They always have fun whenever it comes down to your bickering. Seokjin didn't even look offended by your comment, just smirked your way as he gulped down more wine. That pisses you even more. He barely shows annoyance or any negative reaction. He always remains calm, amused and cocky. It pisses you off.

And of course, he doesn't look as if he's wearing his dad's clothes. He looks far from it. He might be close to his thirties, but he looks amazing. But surely, he knows that. Everyone knows that – even you. But you'd rather have your arm cut off than to admit it out loud.

“You both are freaking stubborn. Whatever the two of you have going on, you need to sort it out.”

“Sort it out,” you scoff, “As if that's possible.”

“It is,” Jimin says, a grin making its way to his lips. “I feel a certain tension here.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you while you frown, glaring at him for a moment before you let his words sink in and you realize what he's hinting at.

“Oh, fuck no!” you exclaim, wanting nothing else than to punch him for even mentioning that but you know you'd feel awful later. “Y'know what? I won't let him get to me. I'm gonna have fun.” you say lightly, your tone awfully fake but you go along with it as you gulp the rest of your wine.

“Now, I'm gonna get some more.” you inform him, Jimin's mouth is opening.

“That's not what I--”

But you're already gone, making your way towards the bar to order more wine but not before you brush past Seokjin giving him the nastiest glare. However, it only makes him chuckle, turning around for a moment to look at you amusingly as he's met with your back and swaying ass.

You usually make good decisions.

You always think through things because usually, you're a responsible person.

Usually – that's the key word because you're certainly not proving yourself to make good decisions. As much as you'd like to blame it on Suckjin (yes, because he really sucks), it's your own fault for deciding that drinking might be the best idea for how to get through the night. Part of you wanted to leave as soon as you saw his dumb and handsome face but you haven't seen your friends for two weeks and you wouldn't give him that satisfaction to show him how much his presence affects you. Or more like it annoys you.

Who are you kidding. He certainly affects you more than you'd like to admit, if he didn't – you wouldn't keep ordering wine (and probably going bankrupt because you'd save a lot of money by buying a whole bottle of wine, rather than buying one glass every ten to fifteen minutes). However, you're in a bar and it's quite obvious you pay more than you'd if you just bottle an alcohol from a convenience store.

Also, if he wouldn't affect you that much you'd listen to your friends' worries and advice to slow down. You did the right opposite. You feel like you started ordering even more frequently.

But most importantly, if he wasn't affecting you, you certainly wouldn't throw up into the toilet of the ladies restroom.

And the fact you embarrassed yourself in front of (not just your friends) but also everyone in a bar while running to the ladies with a hand over your mouth, to keep the vomit inside until you're free to let it out.

Oh, fuck so fucking embarrassing.

Your knees ache as you hug the toilet, not caring about possible bacterias laying on the toilet seat. If you were sober, you'd actually be so disgusting.

When one of your female friends comes to check on you, you rasp out that you're okay and will be out in a few minutes. You weren't.

You've been here for god knows how long but considering how many women already went to use the restroom, you must've been here for quite some time. Luckily, you stayed quiet and didn't throw up while anyone else was here.

Your stomach is uncomfortably clenched reminding you that you're about to have a wild awakening in the morning full of regret, you know you emptied everything in your stomach. You've a weird sour taste in your mouth, causing you to groan disgustedly at yourself. Once you flush the toilet for like the fifth time by now, you get the courage to walk out and check your appearance in the mirror.

You look awful. You also feel like it.

You rinse your mouth a few times, feeling lucky that no one has decided to come here to see your head in a sink while spitting out the water to get rid of that awful taste of vomits in your mouth. Your make-up is slightly smudged but it's actually not that awful once you wipe your undereyes and the smudged mascara there.

Once you're ready, knowing you've to walk out of those doors to face the others (and by that, you don't just mean your friends but also everyone that witnessed you clearly ready to throw up), you brace yourself and open the door.

You're startled to be met with Seokjin leaning against the wall, standing there just on the opposite side of you as your eyes meet right away. He sighs, awfully similar to sighing in relief, as he takes your appearance and eyes you up and down.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, straightening himself.

“Like shit,” you answer honestly, grabbing the side of your throbbing head. “I think I'm still drunk.” you tell him, stumbling when a woman makes her way towards the restroom and you've to move to let her in since you've been standing right in front of the door.

Seokjin stretches his arms towards you, getting a faint hold of your wrists. HIs brows are furrowed while he stares at you.

“Come on, let's get you home.” he says, taking a few steps closer to you as you glare at him.

“You?” Is the only thing you let out of your mouth, ready to resist but Seokjin holds you close since you seem to have barely any balance.

You might've thrown up everything in your stomach, but your head throbs and you're still very much drunk.

“Yes,” he answers simply, “Everyone else went home. I told them I'd get you home safely.”

You scoff, not believing your friends. So, they just left you here? With him? They know you don't like him! The hell, you hate him! They know all of it and yet, they left you here with him.

Little do you know, Seokjin promised to take care of you. He was met with a few skeptical stares from your friends but Jimin assured them it's okay. The smirk Jimin gave Seokjin just as he was walking out of the bar didn't go unnoticed by him.

And here he is. Has been waiting for half an hour for you. He did get worried, wondering if you hadn't passed out on the floor or something and had this urge to just walk into the ladies restroom, knowing that might've got him kicked out of this bar.

Luckily, you walked out of there before he really decided to do it.

As much as you hate Seokjin, and doing a stupid decision, you know the smartest option for you is to just go with him. It's dangerous to go alone and even though you want to prove to him you don't need him or his help, you kind of do and it definitely helps to get you home safely, just like he promised to you and his friends.

So you huff under your breath, brushing past him but saying nothing in return but you know he's right behind you, feeling his presence following you out of a bar.

“Oh shit, I haven't paid for my drinks.” you exclaim once you make it outside.

Thank god, no one stared at you while walking out of a bar. You already feel embarrassed as it is.

“I took care of it,” Seokjin tells you, phone attached to his ear as he ignores your suspicious eyes and calls a cab for the two of you.

You groan, feeling your legs getting weak so you sit on a curb, hugging your arms as you feel a chilly breeze on your exposed arms.

After he makes the call, hanging up with a polite “Thank you, we'll be waiting”, he's joining you and sitting beside you as you eye him suspiciously again.

He probably feels your eyes on him, but he stares ahead watching cars passing by.

“Why would you pay for me?” you ask, voice drowsy as you keep your tired eyes on him.

He turns his head to you, staring at you for a moment as he lets out a chuckle. “I expect you to pay me back. I'm no charity.” he scoffs causing you to scoff back.

“Don't worry,” you murmur, feeling angry for some reason even though of course, you'd pay him back. You wouldn't let him pay for such an expensive wine, or even if it was a cheap one, just so he could use it one day against you. You don't need his money.

But deep down, you're glad he took care of it so you could just walk out of the bar and not spend any longer in it than necessarily. What you're angry about is the way he reacted. And here you thought he's being weird by the whole taking care of you thing. He's still the same idiot.

Your thoughts are cut off by him taking off his suit and throwing it over your small figure. You instantly feel the heat from it, knowing it's his body that made it warm. You open your mouth, staring at him surprisingly as he chuckles at your reaction.

“Well, don't look at me so surprised.”

“I am surprised,” you point out, “Thanks though.”

“What? I didn't hear you?”

You look at him again, opening your mouth but once you see the corner of his mouth twitching, you know he heard you and is just making you say it again.

“Your mistake.” you huff.

You don't know for how long you sit there waiting for the cab, but you feel yourself getting more and more tired, looking for a place to lean your head against which happens to be Seokjin's shoulder. You're too out of it to check out his reaction or realize what you just did.

His shoulder feels nice. The one you kept making fun of him, actually you made fun of both of his shoulders. Suddenly, you start feeling guilty for it and you blame you being drunk for it because you're already opening your mouth.

“I'm sorry for making fun of your shoulders,” you mutter, yawning sleepily. “They feel nice.”

Seokjin laughs, actually it's something between a laugh and a chuckle but he finds your confession and apology funny nevertheless.

“I know you secretly love them.” he teases you, causing you to groan in response. Oh god, you're so out of it.

“I hate you secretly.” you inform him, causing him to snicker.

“It's not that big of a secret.” he points out, making you chuckle for some reason. He's right. It's quite obvious.

“You hate me too, don't make me feel guilty.”

“I don't hate you,” he tells you, sounding serious for a second before he chuckles. “You just can't take some teasing.”

You lift your head up quickly, groaning when you feel it spin as your vision gets blurry. You glare at Seokjin, seeing double – two Seokjins – but you glare at him nevertheless.

“Teasing?” you exclaim, “That's not teasing! That's pissing me off and you know it.” you snap but lay your head back when it starts to hurt even more. He lets you, scoffing a little.

And he stays quiet, letting the distant sounds of cars and people chatting that walk past you be the only sound between you two. You're on a verge of actually falling asleep, closing your eyes for the first time since fighting the urge to close them since you laid your head on Seokjin's shoulder.

But yet again, Seokjin manages to open his mouth again and for some reason, you're not as annoyed as you'd normally be.

“Do you believe in soulmates?”

It's so random, you don't get why he's asking you this but you're also very drunk to put too much thought into it.

You let his question linger in the air and in your mind, pursing your lips slightly in a silent thought before you come up with a quite sober answer. “I think everyone is in your life for a reason.”

“Oh, so I'm in your life for a reason.” he teases you and if you looked up at him, you'd see him wiggling his brows.

“Yeah, to piss me off apparently.” you tell him, getting to hear a breathy laugh from him.

“You piss me off too,” he says, sounding both amusing and accusing at the same time. Maybe even offended too. “But I like you.” he admits.

It's like a slap to your face and thanks to your drunkenness, it takes a while to fully understand his words but once you do, you whip your head in his direction while looking at him like a deer caught in the headlights.

“You what?”

“Come on, isn't it obvious?” he laughs almost bitterly, but keeps his tone light and even when he looks at you with his dark brown eyes, you see nothing but softness in them.

Okay, you're really drunk.

“Do you think I'd take care of you, borrowed you my suit to keep you warm and waited in front of the restroom for half an hour just because I hate you?”

You're speechless, not fully realizing that Kim Seokjin, the Kim Seokjin that makes fun of you whenever you're around, just confessed that he doesn't hate you. And admitted verbally and loudly what he's done for you so far. Even though you didn't ask for it, you know deep down you appreciate it.

“I don't understand…” you mumble, “What about all the teasing and annoying me?”

“It's just teasing, it's not my fault you can't take a joke.” he snorts, causing you to send him a glare. It's just a small confirmation that yes, he still acts like a dick but the difference is, that you're not overly mad over it and don't want to slap his handsome face.

“You and I have a different concept of a joke,” you scoff, “I don't like those jokes.”

“Alright, no more teasing and jokes,” he says, causing you to raise your brows at him lazily. You don't believe him. “Don't look at me like that, I'm serious. And just a reminder, you haven't been going easy on me too. I'm just lucky I have thick skin and can take a joke.”

You want to have some smartass response, to say something back about how he's making it seem like you're some kind of a prude that can't joke around, because you can. You're quite a fun person to be around. He just doesn't know that side of you because you just straightass go into an attack mode whenever he is around.

And as your drunk mind thinks about it, you do feel an obvious guilt slowly building but you're too drunk to fully tell him what you think. But you try your best, muttering the first thing that comes to your mind.

“I'm sorry to joke about your shoulders,” you almost whisper, pouting. “I like them. They're comfy. At least this left is.”

That's right, you've been leaning on his left shoulder only.

Seokjin snorts at that before he erupts laughing, causing you to cringe at the loud sound close to your ear but you find yourself smiling. He catches the sight of your smile, his laugh slowly dying as he keeps his lips stretched into a similar one.

“I can assure you my right shoulder is just as comfortable,” he remarks, causing you to snort as you nod at him. “I don't know what's up with you and my shoulders. You said far more mean things about my own personality than my appearance.”

You cringe at that, feeling the guilt even more. Perhaps it's the tone in his voice that makes you think that you making fun of his personality rather than appearance somehow affected him too.

“I'm sorry,” you murmur, hiding your face back in his shoulder once he looks at you, chuckling as you not so sneakily hide your shy face. “You said mean things to me too.”

“I'm sorry,” he says back, louder and more confident than when you said it. “I think we both have something to feel guilty about.”

You just nod, muttering something about how long it's taking for the cab to arrive. Seokjin is not sure if you did it to change the topic purposely, or you're just so drunk that you mind drifts elsewhere. Nevertheless, he coaxes you to stand up as he helps you, not minding the way your body practically stumbles into his in the middle of it. He has a tight grip on you, tucking a few restless strands of your hair behind your ear. Yeah, he commented that too. Something about how having your hair in a bun makes you look like you're in a job meeting rather than hanging out with your friends in a bar.

He cringes at that, having the need to apologize for that but you seem distracted by something else and that something else happens to be his lips. You're shameless, maybe you don't realize that you're staring and that he obviously sees you… but you just keep staring.

“I'm sure I made fun of your lips too.” you drunkenly murmur, causing Seokjin to breathe out a chuckle.

“You did.” he confirms your suspicion, causing you to sigh.

“I like them.” you tell him honestly, eyes lazily closing and smile stretching to the same lazy and drunk smile. And you bluntly reach towards them, your point finger tracing the bottom lip.

Seokjin feels the tip of his ears heating up, wondering how it must look like to someone that just walks by. You're in front of a bar with you drunk while tracing his lips as if it's the most normal and common thing ever.

“You know,” Seokjin starts, your finger no longer in front of his mouth. “I think I prefer you drunk over sober.”

That makes you snort, chuckling slightly as you lean towards him and bump your forehead into his chest. Wow, it's hard. You stay like that, trying to ignore the throb in your head.

“I think I prefer you when I'm drunk than when I'm sober.” you admit, causing him to laugh, hands respectfully on your back as you keep swaying slightly.

Suddenly, you've this urge to look at him because god knows if you'll ever have that opportunity. So you do, finding him already looking at you.

“But I wish you were sober now, though.” he admits too, your brows furrowing in a confusion for a moment.

“Why?”

“So I could kiss you.” he bluntly responds, your eyes widening and for a moment, you feel like you sobered up. That's not true, though. You just feel like it.

“You--you want to kiss… me?” you point at yourself, wondering if this is some kind of sick joke of his, so he can laugh about it later.

But he looks honest, staring at you with a deep glance. It makes you swallow dryly.

“Yeah,” he nods, “But you're drunk. And I don't want to take advantage of that.”

You stare at him cutely, your lips pouting without you even realizing and your pupils are big and waiting, causing him to grab your face gently. He traces his thumb over your lips, similar to what you did just a few minutes ago while tracing his own plush lips.

You called him Kylie Jenner look-alike if you remember correctly. God, you were such a bitch.

You like his lips.

“I'm not that drunk,” you stupidly protest, causing Seokjin's brows to raise in shock from your sudden interest in him kissing you. But he quickly shakes himself out of it and chuckles at your eagerness.

“How about a compromise?” he asks, catching your interest as you nod without thinking of it.

It's until he leans towards you, face just a few inches from yours. You can feel the heat coming off his breath, warming your face while your heart seems to be the only thing sober and awake.

His lips are so close, he is so close. You can smell his incredible and expensive cologne making you almost whimper in his direction but before he can take another inch closer to you, you realize something and panic.

“Wait, wait!” you exclaim, catching him off guard as he stares at you surprised while pulling away slightly, giving you some space as your hand is already on your mouth.

Are you about to throw up? Oh fuck, he'd be so embarrassed if you throw up at the idea of him kissing you.

“I threw up!” you inform him which makes him snort because he obviously knows that.

He heard weird noises that undoubtedly came from you while he was waiting for you.

But he doesn't tell you that to not make you embarrassed. He's not that big of a dick, even if you think he maybe is.

“But I rinsed my mouth!” you quickly jump to say, not wanting him to think like you stink or something. You made sure your mouth doesn't smell like vomits. The thought of him kissing you while you threw up just twenty minutes ago makes you want to throw up again. In your defense, you did rinse your mouth a lot and you no longer can smell or taste vomits in your mouth.

He chuckles, eyes scrunched as he inches closer to you and you almost protest (because just in case, you'd die of embarrassment) but you're taken aback when his lips find your forehead instead of your lips. He gives you a soft kiss there, smiling down at you as you gape at him with an open mouth.

This is the compromise he talked about, but you're too drunk to realize that.

“Come on, the cab is here.” he says, taking your hand in his as he leads you to a cab.

Once you both sit there, you give the cab driver your address before you allow yourself to finally relax and feel something soft under your butt rather than a hard pavement. You're not too shy to scoot closer to Seokjin, even though you've been glued to him from the moment you made it into the cab. You let your head rest over his right shoulder this time, commenting that it's comfortable too that makes him laugh.

It's the last thing he hears from you because he soon realizes you fell asleep, cuddling up to him. He's not sure if he'll be able to wake you up once you make it to your apartment building and he has no plans trying to get into your purse, so he sighs and tells the driver to drive you to his apartment instead. It's not far from yours anyway and the cab driver is more than happy to charge him for it.

But he doesn't care about money. If he did, he wouldn't pay that much money over the wine you drank and threw up all of it in the same day.

He wasn't joking when he said he wants you to pay back, but maybe now, he'll live without you paying him back. He can think of it as if it's redemption by burying the hatchet.

And as he glances at your peaceful sleeping figure that still is very much glued to his warm body, he knows it might be just worth it.

He just hopes you won't kill him in the morning once you find out you're at his place. And maybe, just maybe, he hopes a lot that you'll remember everything in the morning.

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[psycopath06]

Secretary Part 1: Volturi Kings x Neutral!Reader

A/N: The parentheses next to the quotes are the translation to any words that are in Italian.

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I had been working as the new secretary for the Volturi for a week now. I had been lucky with the few guards, that didn't have a stick up their asses, were nice enough to tell me what to avoid that would cause my death. The secretaries got killed for the stupidest of reasons.

   I only took the job because I desperately needed the money even if the job seemed sketchy. My family didn't help get me better off finacially but put me in even more debt. The immortality part was just a bonus to the job.

   I had manage to not piss the kings or the guards off thus far, but that could easily change with Caius' temper. He's been out for my head since the day he met me. Thanks to Aro and Marcus I have been able to avoid Caius' wrath for the most part. Aro and Marcus were neutral to me being there. They would tell Caius to stop threatening me whenever he saw me.

   It was late and I was going to be off duty in 15 minutes, so I got up to deliver the letter that they got in the mail. I had decided that giving them their mail before I was let off for the night gave me a better chance of survival, since the kings were also ready to retire for the night.

   I walked in to the underground Throne room and gave my best smile as to not get on their bad side.

   "Ah, young y/n has brought us something." Aro's eagerly said as he got off his throne and walked to the edge of the platform.

   "They should not have interrupted." Caius stated his hatred for me loud and clear to everyone in the room. Always had something to say about whatever I did.

   "They're new." Aro half-ass defended me.

   "Aren't they all?" Marcus rasped out. For once Marcus was doing something besides being depressed!

   I watched Caius smirk at the joke, smug bastard. I had to focus on why I was here as to not want to slap Caius.

   I stepped up on the first step and extended the sliver tray to Aro with the letter on it. They INSISTED that I use this stupid tray when I gave them letters. Surprisingly I wasn't that bother by the kings being vampires and didn't really fear them which was why I was comfortable being this close to Aro.

   Aro took the letter from the tray as he gave me when of his creepy smiles that I have gotten use to at this point. He opened the letter and started speaking Italian. "L'amore ci mantiene tutti giovani. Bella and Edward are to be married." (Love keeps us all young)

   Marcus once again spoke "What joy." Now the depression was back, it never went far from Marcus.

   "This is the Cullen's way of announcing her transformation? They mock us with their delays." Caius declared. Always the first to want to start a war with someone.

   Aro turned to look at Caius. "Patience, brother." He reminded him. Like Caius ever had patience in his life.

   Aro put the envelope on the tray, while Marcus and Caius began to stand from their thrones.

   "Though you do have a point," Aro's airy voice muttered, "The human did interput." He dropped his happy sharade at the end of his sentence as he gently brushed my face with his finger. By then, Marcus and Caius were by his side.

   I sighed, knowing this was the end of the line for me. I turned around and walked over to Felix and Demetri.

   "Alright, kill me now boys! I know you have been wanting to do it since you met me!" I exclaimed loudly, I just wanted to get this over with as fast as possible. Better a quick death than a slow one.

   Felix and Demetri looked over at Aro for approval but Aro only chuckled. "So easily willing to let us end your life. You're such a fascinating human." Aro fondly expressed.

   Then these motherfuckers just walked away while Aro was saying "Oh, I do love weddings."

   I just stared at the door they left out of. Why am I still alive? I questioned that as I headed back to my room, ignoring the bodies on my way out of the underground throne room.

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   The next day went like it normally would. Caius insulting me every second he got, most guards glaring at me, Marcus being depressed, and Aro's creepy tendencies.

   Everything was going well and I was about to leave early for the day until I got an email. The email was about a job application regarding my position as a secretary for the Volturi. Apparently someone sent this woman an email saying the position is open and she could start tomorrow. Now I did what any sane person would do when they realize they were about to get fired, which meant death. I went to the store, got some alcohol, got my favorite ice cream, got my favorite snacks, and enjoyed my last few hours of life.

   Sadly, at about one in the morning someone had opened my door to check on me. I was still awake, drunk, eating ice cream, surrounded by snacks, and binge watching my favorite show on TV all while crying out of my own self pity. Why did I take this stupid job?!

   "Carissimo? Why are you still awake?" (Dearest) That voice was Marcus. Sweet and slow as always. I was gonna miss that voice, no matter how depressed he could be.

   I laughed bitterly as I continued to eat my ice cream. "Like you care, you get to have a brand new secretary tomorrow!" I mockingly joked.

   Marcus gently grabbed my face and turned it to look at him. "You are unbelievably drunk and crying. Why are you this way, piccolo?" (Little one)

   I moved my face out of his hand. "Why do you care? I won't be your problem tomorrow." I growled angrily as I stabbed my ice cream with my spoon.

   Marcus had finally left after a minute of staring me down. Unfortunately, he came back with Aro and Caius.

   I could feel Caius trying to glare holes in my head with his stare as soon as he saw the state that I was in. Aro was immediately by my side mumbling something in Italian that I couldn't bother to translate.

   "If you're going to glare at me the whole time your here then leave." I said as I glared back at Caius. Something I never did since I met the kings. Mostly for fear of them killing me on the spot. What the hell did I have to lose at this point?

   "Caro, why are you drunk and crying?" (Dear) Aro's normal cheery voice was laced with concern.

   "What does it matter? I'll be dead in a few hours. Can't have one last night to enjoy being alive? Too much to ask from a bunch of vampires?" I grumbled angrily while finishing my ice cream. What was with all the sudden new pet names anyway? They normally call me by name, or rarely they say "human" just to mess with me.

   "Who told you that you were going to die tomorrow?" Aro calmly asked.

   I rolled my eyes and answered. "No one because no one has the balls to say it to my face that I'm no longer useful." I than look up at Caius again to glare at him. "You couldn't wait to get rid of me, could you?"

   I put my empty tub of ice cream on my nightstand, I would deal with it tomorrow. I am too drunk to be wondering the halls for the kitchen. Since the kings weren't going to leave any time soon, I made myself comfortable. Put my pillows against my headboard and wrapped myself in my blanket.

   Caius hadn't said a word since he got here and quite frankly, it was pissing me off. "For once the most feared king doesn't have a damn thing to say. Shocker." I snarked at him. Marcus and Aro were quietly chuckling at my antics, which made me turn my glare to them.

   "You're like an insufferable toddler when drunk." Caius snarked back at me. I tried to get up and punch him in the face, but Marcus cuddled me in his lap while sitting on my bed. I could enjoy this little bit of comfort from Marcus before I die. Punching Caius in the face would be a pleasure I could do before I died tomorrow.

   Aro just had to ruin the moment by trying to read my thoughts. I tried to move away but Marcus kept my arms in place so Aro could touch me. I huff at being ganged up on like this.

   After a minute, Aro pulled away and had become eerily quiet. That was never a good thing with Aro, someone normally died when Aro was quiet. Marcus was gently rubbing my back which was causing me to relax and finally fall asleep. The last thing I saw was Caius finally moving away from that stupid doorway.

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[falcons-wings]

spark

bucky barnes x female reader

summary: when trying to get away from a guy who wont leave reader alone, bucky helps get rid of him

warnings: piece of shit dude who harasses and doesnt take no for an answer, swearing ,, pretty fluffy especially towards the end

wc: 1.3k+

masterlist

a/n: decided to do my first bucky work to beef up my masterlist a little and as a small break from the sam series im gonna post soon ,, hope its alright :)

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Bucky still felt uncomfortable in incredibly crowded places, he didn’t know whether this was because of his time in the war or all of the shit that happened to him afterwards; either way loud places just like this bar he had been dragged to by Sam unnerved him - there were just so many noises and different possible dangers, so he was on edge all night.

He wasn’t even sure where Sam had disappeared to, he last saw him with a pretty girl, leaving him sat at the bar alone. He didn’t hold this against him though, he knew he wasn’t always the best person to be around, especially in a place like this, but Dr Raynor kept telling him he ‘needed to reenter society and spend time with friends’. And unfortunately for him Wilson was one of the only people he could maybe consider a friend at the moment and who had been annoying him about coming out to this bar for a while, so here he was, drinking a beer that had no effect on him at the bar on his own and listening to the weird music of the 21st century playing in the background.

He was almost finished with his drink and ready to leave when you sat next to him, you leaned into him as if you knew him and your smile was kind, but he could see a slight panic in your eyes. Something was obviously wrong and you leaned slightly closer to kiss his cheek whilst whispering so quiet he almost missed it.

“Really sorry about this but there’s a creepy guy who won’t leave me alone can you quickly pretend you’re here with me?”

Before Bucky even had a chance to reply to you or react, a large man with a gruff face and the smell of alcohol on his breath appeared at your shoulder with a predatory look in his eyes. Bucky’s eyes didn’t leave the man as soon as he was in sight, so he felt more than saw you move closer to him and away from this man who was eyeing you like a piece of meat.

“Hey sweetheart you left before we finished our conversation, why don’t we finish it somewhere else?”

You opened your mouth as if you were gonna say something, but apparently thought better of it and instead turned to Bucky with pleading eyes. He knew he couldn’t make a scene as that would end badly for multiple people so he was now just trying to control his anger at this piece of shit human being before he beat him up.

Bucky put his hand on your shoulder to pull you a little closer and to try and comfort you a little , “She’s with me, so why don’t you leave?” He made sure his voice was firm and clear, hoping this man would get the idea to leave you alone.

The man looked at him, and his arm around you, and glared, apparently able to tell that Bucky wasn’t one to mess with.

The man looked at you again before huffing out a breath, giving one last glare at Bucky before turning around and stalking back into the crowd.

“Again, I am really sorry about that.” You shuffled away slightly to break the contact you had with him, turning to face him instead, and he couldn’t help but find himself almost missing the close contact.

“Was he bothering you for long?”

“Not really, it was only about 10 minutes but anytime I tried to show or say I wasn’t interested he didn’t seem to get the hint unfortunately.” You gave him a small smile as if to say ‘what can you do?’ But this was completely not fine and Bucky thought that surely it should be a bigger deal than you were making it out to be?

“Have you seen him at this bar before?”

“Um no, this is the first time I’ve actually been to this place, my friends said I should have some fun for once - but obviously that wasn’t what actually happened tonight”

“Oh, well I’m sorry even if it hasn’t got anything to do with me and honestly I don’t come out at all but my friend actually annoyed me into coming tonight before he disappeared on me.” He laughed, glad to see you smile slightly too.

It was clear you were much more comfortable now the creep was gone but you still weren’t at ease, fiddling with your ring on your thumb during the conversation.

“I really am thankful you helped me though, and if you’re not usually here I am glad you were tonight, not sure I want to think about what would have happened if you weren’t.”

“Well you don’t have to think about it.”

You looked up at him to give him a small smile, making proper eye contact with for the first time since you sat down.

“I do have one question though.” He asked, waiting for you to nod before he continued, “Why did you pick me to help you? I mean I’m happy to, it’s just there’s just plenty of other men here who would probably love to scare someone away from you.”

“You looked the most serious and not as drunk as everyone else, so I assumed you would be more reliable and-“

You hesitated slightly as if you were embarrassed before continuing, “And I guess you looked a little lonely and could do with some company.”

Bucky almost choked on his drink, he could admit the wasn’t the most social person but normally when people describe him its things like: mean, tired, cold and stuff like that - normally lonely wasn’t used.

“Oh shit was that rude? I’ll get going now.”

“No don’t worry there’s much worse things you could’ve said.”

“That’s good then, I wouldn’t want to insult my fake boyfriend on our first date.” You laughed, a proper laugh that Bucky couldn’t help but laugh with you, and despite barely knowing you, he would do anything to hear you laugh like that again.

“Are you still planning on heading out?”

“Yeah my bed is calling my name after this long day I think.”

“Do you feel safe walking on your own? Because as you said I’m very sober and it would be irresponsible if I didn’t make sure a lovely lady like you got home safe.”

“Wow a man of honour,” you smirked at him, “but yes if you don’t mind that would actually be great. On one condition though.”

“What condition?”

“You tell me your name, I can’t go around being protected by a man I don’t know the name of.”

“Bucky.”

Your smile grew a little wider and he absolutely loved seeing it, “Well Bucky, it’s nice to meet you, I’m y/n.”

You held out your hand for him to shake as you both stood up, and despite the warm feeling Bucky got in his chest at being in proximity to you, he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, so stepped away. He held the door of the bar open for you as you left, and kept a small distance away from you the whole way to your apartment block, being a complete gentlemen, just like he was raised.

When the two of you were outside your apartment, he stood to the side whilst you fumbled with your keys, and when you were finally successful in opening the door you turned back to him, a nice smile on your face.

“Thanks again for all the help Bucky, you were a fantastic fake boyfriend and it was lovely to meet you.”

“Again it was no problem, and you weren’t too bad at being a fake girlfriend yourself doll.”

There was a slight blush on your cheeks as you looked at him one last time, “Goodnight Bucky.”

You didn’t wait for his response, instead just walking into your apartment, and Bucky found himself with an uncharacteristic grin on his face as he stood there, whispering “Goodnight y/n.” before walking away, hoping that he would bump into you again some day.

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