#anytime between Into Darkness and Beyond basically

[lvnleah]

— family now | leah williamson 🎄

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The warm glow of twinkling lights filled your apartment as the three of you snuggled on the couch under a thick blanket. Freya was curled up against Leah, her tiny hand clutching the fabric of Leah’s jumper as her breathing slowed. The animated laughter of elves on the TV filled the room, but your attention wasn’t on the movie anymore. It was on Leah and Freya.

Seeing your daughter so comfortable with someone who wasn’t you was both heartwarming and a little terrifying. You hadn’t planned for this—none of it. Moving to Arsenal, raising Freya on your own, meeting Leah…falling in love with her. But here you were, and the way Leah was gently brushing a strand of Freya’s dark hair from her face made you feel like maybe, just maybe, this was exactly where you were meant to be.

You’d transferred to Arsenal just over a year and a bit ago from Lyon and Leah had been there for you ever since. You’d been with them for just over six years and you’d been through a lot there and needed a change. 

You were only twenty when you signed for Lyon from Manchester City after coming up through their ranks. Only a year later at the age of twenty-one, you found yourself pregnant with Freya after a one-night stand. Lyon supported you throughout your pregnancy and everyone loved Freya. 

When the offer from Arsenal came through it felt right and you instantly accepted it. Freya was hesitant at first, leaving the team she had grown up around was hard, but you knew it was for the better. When you arrived at Arsenal, they all welcomed you with open arms and all loved Freya. 

You and Leah became close very quickly and before you knew it you were going on a date. Since then, you have been inseparable and together ever since. She’d become a mother figure to Freya and loved her like her own.  

Leah glanced up, her eyes catching yours with a soft smile. “She’s out,” she whispered, nodding to the sleeping bundle nestled into her side.

“She’s had a big day,” you murmured back. “Meeting Santa, decorating cookies, riding the carousel… It’s the most excitement she’s had in weeks.”

“She loved it,” Leah said, shifting slightly to get more comfortable without waking Freya. “I think she’s still processing how Santa knew her name.”

You chuckled. “She’s convinced he’s magic now. You should’ve seen her telling all the kids in the queue.”

Leah’s laugh was quiet but warm. For a moment, the two of you just sat there, the weight of Freya’s trust and affection filling the space between you.

After a while, Leah’s voice broke the comfortable silence. “What are your plans for Christmas, love?”

The question caught you off guard. You hadn’t really thought about it, beyond the basics. “Um… just a quiet one, I think. Just me and Freya.”

Leah tilted her head, studying you. “What about your family? Are you seeing them?”

You hesitated, the question stirring a familiar ache. “No. We’re not…we’re not really on speaking terms,” you admitted softly, your gaze dropping to your lap. “It’s been like that for a while and I don’t see it changing anytime soon.”

Leah’s expression shifted, her brows knitting together in concern as she took your hands into hers. “I’m sorry.”

You shook your head quickly. “Don’t be. It’s just how things are.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke. Then Leah took a deep breath, her tone gentle but certain. “Why don’t you and Freya come to ours for Christmas?”

Your eyes widened, caught completely off guard. “Leah, I couldn’t—”

“Why not?” she interrupted, her hand resting lightly on your knee. “It’s not like it’s just me. My family would love to have you both. Freya would have the best time.”

You bit your lip, torn. “I don’t want to intrude on your traditions.”

Leah’s hand gave a reassuring squeeze. “You wouldn’t be intruding. Trust me, my family loves a full house. And Freya would fit right in. My mum’s already got presents for her, anyway.”

“She…what?” You blinked, startled.

Leah smiled, almost sheepishly. “She might’ve gotten a bit carried away.”

The thought of being included, of Freya being embraced by Leah’s family, tugged at something deep inside you. But there was still that little voice of doubt. “I just…I don’t want to make things awkward.”

Leah shook her head firmly. “You won’t. And you’d both love it. We have this tradition of a big Christmas walk after breakfast—Freya would be obsessed with it. She could bring her scooter or just explore. It’s nothing fancy, just…family stuff.”

Family. The word lingered in the air, heavier than Leah probably realised.

You looked down at Freya, still sound asleep against Leah’s side, her little face peaceful and content. She deserved this—this joy, this sense of belonging. And maybe, just maybe, you deserved it too.

“Okay,” you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper. “We’ll come.”

Leah’s face lit up, her grin so bright it made your chest ache. “Really?”

You nodded, unable to stop your own smile from spreading. “Really.”

Leah leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to your temple. “It’s going to be the best Christmas ever,” she murmured.

And as you watched Freya stir slightly in her sleep, nestling closer to Leah, you couldn’t help but believe her.

Christmas soon rolled around quickly and before you knew it you were at Amanda’s house in Milton Keynes preparing for the Christmas walk. Freya was a bundle of excitement as you all got ready for a walk in the cold woods. 

“Le can I take my scooter?!” She asked Leah excitedly as she helped her put her boots on. 

“Oh of course you can!” Leah smiled, moving on to zipping Freya’s coat up. “Only if I can have a go though.”

Freya’s face lit up at the idea of Leah riding her scooter, and she nodded eagerly. “Yes! You can have a go! We can race!” she exclaimed, jumping up and down with excitement.

Leah chuckled, gently pulling Freya’s woolly hat down over her ears before adjusting her own scarf. “Alright, alright but I’m pretty fast!” she teased.

You couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Freya’s enthusiasm was contagious, and seeing the two of them so at ease together, getting ready for the walk, made your heart swell. 

As you finished getting yourself bundled up in your own coat and scarf, you glanced over at Amanda and David in the kitchen, busy preparing some last-minute snacks for the walk. Jacob was rummaging through the closet looking for gloves, and Jordan was playfully chasing Henry around, trying to get him into his jacket. The buzz of holiday preparations surrounded you, but there was a calmness that settled in your chest. You weren’t just a guest here—you felt like part of this.

Leah helped Freya with her gloves, and then they both made their way to the door, excited chatter filling the air. “We’ll race once we’re out there!” Freya declared, grinning up at Leah.

“Race? You’re on,” Leah said, giving Freya a quick high-five before she helped her with the scooter.

Once outside, Freya zipped ahead, her scooter gliding effortlessly over the path, her laughter ringing out behind her. Leah jogged to catch up, occasionally grabbing onto the scooter for a brief moment before letting Freya race ahead again. You hung back a little, content to watch them interact, your heart warmed by the sight of their bond. Freya had grown so comfortable with Leah, and Leah had embraced her as her own.

As the group continued walking, you chatted with Amanda, who was beside you, offering you a smile every time she noticed you looking at Freya and Leah.

“You two are great for each other,” Amanda remarked her voice kind but knowing. “It’s clear she adores Leah, and Leah’s been so good with her.”

You smiled, unsure how to respond, but thankful for the words. “Leah’s been incredible with Freya. I couldn’t ask for a better role model for her.”

Amanda smiled warmly. “I can tell. You’ve both made her feel so at home. And it’s obvious how much she loves Freya.”

Before you could reply, Freya suddenly skidded to a stop and turned around, waving at you. “Mummy, hurry up! I’m winning!” she called out, her cheeks flushed from the cold and excitement.

Leah, running after her, gave you a wink. “She’s trying to beat me!” she laughed.

“Don’t let her beat you, Frey!” Amanda laughed, “We can’t have that can we?”

As you walked through the forest path, Freya was full of energy, racing ahead with Leah and Jacob, her laughter ringing through the air. Jacob, keeping up with the two of them, managed to give Freya a few playful pushes, causing her to giggle uncontrollably as she tried to keep her balance on the scooter. Leah jogged beside them, her smile never fading as she watched Freya and Jacob bond.

Freya finally slowed down and spotted Henry, Leah’s cousin, Jordan’s, two-year-old son, who had been happily toddling along with his parents. As Freya zoomed over to him, she squealed with excitement. “Henry! Wanna play?” she asked, holding out her hands.

Henry’s eyes lit up at the invitation, and before long, they were both rolling around in the leaves, laughing and chasing each other as their parents and grandparents looked on, amused. It was a beautiful sight—Freya, so at home among Leah��s family, creating memories just like any other child would.

Leah stayed nearby, keeping an eye on the two younger ones, but it wasn’t long before Freya’s energy began to wane. She walked over to Leah, her little legs tired from all the running. “Le, carry me?” she murmured, looking up at Leah with big, pleading eyes.

Without hesitation, Leah scooped Freya up into her arms, the little girl resting her head against Leah’s shoulder with a content sigh. As Leah walked back towards the group, you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of them—Leah with Freya, both of them so comfortable and natural with each other.

When you all finally made it back to Amanda’s house, the warmth inside enveloped you, and you quickly got Freya out of her layers. The excitement of the walk seemed to have drained her, and as she cuddled up with Leah on the couch, her eyelids grew heavy. You smiled to yourself as you set the mugs of hot chocolate down on the table. Freya’s tiny snores were barely audible, her head resting against Leah’s chest, and the sight filled you with a warmth that had nothing to do with the fire crackling nearby.

Leah leaned down to press a kiss to Freya’s forehead before gently covering her with a blanket. Then, turning to you, she smiled softly. “She’s out,” she whispered, her voice full of affection. You nodded in agreement, content in the quiet moment.

The evening went on, and as the whole family gathered around to leave cookies and milk out for Santa, Freya stirred enough to giggle at the sight of the treats. Her excitement returned in full force as she jumped up and helped Leah place the plate on the table, carefully arranging the cookies and pouring the milk just right.

Once the house had quieted down and everyone settled in for the night, you found yourself alone with Leah upstairs. The chaos of the day had settled. 

“Le,” you started softly, “I really appreciate you inviting us. This… this is perfect for Freya. She’s so happy here. And honestly, so am I.”

Leah turned to face you, her smile warm and sincere. “I’m so glad you’re here. My family loves you two—especially Frey.”

You chuckled, remembering the way Freya had been spoiled all day by everyone. “She’s certainly getting used to all the attention,” you said with a smile. “She deserves it, though.”

Leah wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into a gentle embrace. “We’re a family now, you know that, right?”

As you stood there in the quiet of Leah’s family’s home, the sounds of laughter from downstairs fading into the background, you realised just how much you’d come to love this new life. The family, the warmth, and the love you had for Leah and Freya—this was exactly where you were meant to be.

The next morning arrived quickly and came with a lot of excitement, and from the moment Freya’s eyes fluttered open, the buzz of the holiday filled the house. She scrambled out of bed, her tiny feet pattering across the wooden floor as she rushed to the door, calling out to you and Leah in her usual cheerful voice. “Mummy, Mummy! Santa came! Come see!”

You barely had time to sit up before Freya had already dashed into the living room, her face lighting up at the sight of the pile of presents stacked under the tree. Leah groggily sat up beside you and stretched, a sleepy smile tugging at her lips. 

“Looks like someone’s been busy,” she murmured, watching Freya’s excitement from the bed.

With a laugh, you got up and joined her. The whole family was already stirring, the sounds of soft chatter and footsteps filling the house as everyone made their way to the living room. Amanda was the first to greet you with a warm smile, her eyes twinkling as she watched Freya bounce from one gift to the next.

“Merry Christmas!” she said, pulling you into a hug. “Hope you both got some sleep after all the excitement last night.”

“Merry Christmas,” you replied, smiling back at her as you took in the scene. 

Freya had already ripped through a few presents, and now she was holding up a toy car set, her eyes wide with joy. “Look, Mummy! Santa knows I love cars!”

You bent down to kiss the top of her head, your heart swelling with love. “Santa’s pretty great, huh?”

“Santa’s the best!” Freya grinned, her cheeks flushed from the excitement.

The room was a chaotic mix of laughter, the crinkling of wrapping paper, and the occasional sound of someone gasping in delight at a gift. Leah’s cousins, Jacob, Ben, and Holly, were gathered around, handing out more presents as everyone sat in a circle, basking in the warm glow of Christmas morning. Jordan, her belly round with the baby she was expecting, sat next to Berny, who was cooing over Freya’s latest discovery.

You found yourself nestled beside Leah on the couch, both of you with hot drinks in hand as you watched Freya play with her new toys. 

Leah leaned in closer, resting her head on your shoulder, “I’m glad you came. I know Freya loves all this, but it means a lot to me, too. Having you here with me.”

You looked at her, “Thank you for inviting us. Honestly, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. Freya’s having the best time, and so am I.”

Leah smiled softly, her eyes lingering on you with an expression of quiet affection. “You’re part of my family now. And Frey, too.”

Before you could respond, Amanda made her way over, handing you a gift wrapped in sparkly paper. “Here, love. I thought this might be something you’d enjoy.”

You took the gift, surprised but grateful. “Thanks, Amanda.”

As you unwrapped it, you found a beautiful leather journal with a heartfelt note inside. “For new memories and new beginnings,” the note read. Your throat tightened with emotion as you held the journal in your hands. 

Leah’s hand gently brushed yours as she leaned closer. “You’ve got a lot of memories to make,” she said softly, her voice warm and sincere.

You nodded, glancing at Freya as she played with Henry, her laughter filling the room. Your heart felt full, and in that moment, surrounded by Leah’s family, you knew that this was the start of something truly special.

After the presents had been opened, the floor was covered in wrapping paper, and everyone gathered around the table for a Christmas breakfast. Freya, dressed in her Christmas pyjamas, sat at the table, chatting excitedly about everything she had gotten. You sat beside Leah, your hand resting gently on hers as you looked around at the faces of Leah’s family.

The day went fast and before you knew it you were all sitting in the living room together. You could tell she was getting sleepy as her eyelids fluttered, her usually boundless excitement fading to a soft contentment.

“Freya, sweetie, time for bed,” you said softly, guiding her gently toward the stairs.

She groaned, dragging her feet. “Do we have to, Mummy? I want to play with my new toys more…”

You chuckled, scooping her up in your arms as you reached the top of the stairs. “You can play with them tomorrow, love. Right now, it’s time to rest.”

As you tucked her into bed, the room bathed in the soft light of the bedside lamp, Freya’s eyes met yours, still a little sleepy but filled with affection. “Mumma, will you read me a story?” she asked, her voice still a bit drowsy from all the excitement.

You froze for a moment, feeling your heart swell. Leah had become such an important part of her life that Freya had started calling her “Mumma” when she was particularly tired, seeking comfort and familiarity. You smiled softly, brushing a lock of hair away from Freya’s face.

“I think Mumma is going to be busy with some things downstairs,” you said gently, pulling the blanket up around her. “But I’ll be here. I can read you a story if you’d like.”

Freya nodded sleepily, snuggling into her pillow. “Okay… can we read the one about the reindeer again?” she mumbled, her eyelids drooping.

“Of course, sweetheart.” You reached for the storybook on her nightstand and began to read in a soft, soothing voice. As you read about the magical reindeer and their snowy adventure, you felt a quiet sense of peace settle over you. The simple act of tucking her in, of being her comfort at the end of the day, filled your heart in a way you hadn’t expected.

By the time you finished the story, Freya was fast asleep, her little face peaceful and content. You leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, whispering, “Goodnight, sweetheart. I love you.”

As you stepped back into the hallway, you caught sight of Leah standing at the top of the stairs, her gaze soft as she watched you. You couldn’t help but smile at her, the weight of the moment—of everything that had led up to this point—filling you with warmth.

Leah gave you a small, knowing smile. “She’s a lucky girl,” she whispered, her voice full of love. “And so are we.”

You nodded, your heart full, as you slowly made your way back downstairs.

The house was quieter now, but the love that filled it was unmistakable. And as you settled back next to Leah on the couch, the holiday warmth and joy wrapping around you, you knew that this was exactly where you were meant to be.

[theislandoflosttoys]

Finally, my shaylahh!! TT^TT Shadow

So...I'm really excited to share this one specifically, and it's been hard, because Shadow's hcs in particular contain more information about the sort-of plot for this AU. As well as why it is called the Porcelain AU in the first place. So i'm so glad it's finally time to post this. ^^

I will say that there sort of is some need for warning for this one since it does have some heavy/sad/darker themes compared to the other, which...sorry? To be fair it might not be that bad, but I'd rather warn, just in case. I'll try to add the CW in bold in front of the specific parts that applies to the warning.

Anyway, as always....HCs/Trivia below the line~!

CW: Dark themes, death (canonical Shadow death ofc), kind of suicidal ideation? (sorry in advance?).

And remember this... "All things come with a price."

To start off! Our boy Shadow is a Taurus! On the cusp, so he was almost an Aries. April 20th ^^

He is the second shortest of the bunch at 5'5". Like Blue, it doesn't bother him, plus I mean...he can float? He can be at eye-level anytime.

Living with him is like living with a cat almost, *cough*black cat*cough*, he is mostly chill but he has bouts of sudden zoomies and mischievous behaviour. But for the most part his personality is a bit more relaxed than before.

He is very loyal, and though he is mischievous and sometimes taunts others, he is kind and well meaning. He does have some insecurity about himself and his ability to be good but is making good progress with the help of the others and is quickly gaining his confidence back, which is great to see.

Shadow doesn't really weigh too much at all, like Green, but it's more to do with his species/race than his abilities. Shadow doesn't really have all the internal organs, etc that hylians or humans have, because he is made of magic essentially. Sort of a magic construct in a way? He is a "Living shadow" afterall. Plus it makes sense for the others when they connect the things they've seen him do with his body before, i.e. like spinning his head/body round full circle, etc.

It's worth noting, because it will come up, I like to generally keep relationships sort of ambiguous or open to interpretation, mainly because I actually don't mind any of the ships between any or multiple of the gang, but I will say that Vidow is an established/endgame ship in this AU. I have a soft spot for the ship as it was one of my first ships when I was younger that I was in love with basically lol. Anyway.

Shadow tends to steal or run off with items belonging to the others, can sometimes devolve into a keep away game of chase he finds so fun lol. He can get pouty if there's no chase and they give up too easily, but will return the items, especially if the person is genuinely upset and wants it back. This has happened a few times, but he has been reassured that as long as he gives it back when they're serious that it's ok and to not feel guilty.

Stealing Vio's reading glasses to wear is one of his favourites though! No chase needed. Vio thinks it's adorable.

Shadow is very like ethereally beautiful, Link was pretty but Shadow is like unnaturally pretty. When I say them I mean like beyond human ability, kind of like the fae if that makes sense? I can elaborate on that if needed lol.

He is naturally curious but due to the trauma of dying, being separated from the boys, etc, he is kind of clingy. Doesn't really like to be alone for too long. Usually hangs around Vio and Blue the most though, but he doesn't avoid any of them, he just tends to go to Vio and Blue more often than the others.

Also worth noting in case it wasn't noticed, but I've decided to change the age they were on their adventure from 12 to 15. Mainly because I kind of wanted it so that they were at an age where falling in love would be more reasonable? If this makes sense. Like not really puppy dog eyes but more like I am in love and want to marry this person possibly in the future. It's mainly because I wanted it to be more believable that it was a factor in Vio wanting to bring him back. A strong motivation basically, and I didn't really think being in love was super realistic at like 12, sorry just my experience lol.

I think Shadow likely has major abandonment issues so that is something he struggles with, as well as some social and general anxiety. Depression too, to complete the trifecta lol. Am I projection? No you are lol. But has some self-worth issues, he's working through it though with the other's help! ^^

Shadow's feelings are pretty complicated when it comes to Vio mainly, at least definitely in the beginning of this AU. I mean, he made his first friends and fell in what he determined was love (though it wasn't confessed), then got betrayed by the only person he let in, then got killed by the gang via sword blasts.

He was at a low point when he crawled back through the mirror before Zelda confronted and comforted him. He thought 'fuck what everyone believes I am...I want to be good...someone worth staying for." (sad I know, sorry it's gonna get kind of worse ^^;).

CW - Suicide Ideation (sort of). When he met up with the others, he never really got the chance to speak with Vio so many things were left unsaid. And then his sacrifice....I feel like with his mental state at the time he might have been desperate to prove himself and maybe even a part of him thought it was inevitable? The gang was losing, they needed to shatter the mirror to actually end Vaati. So Shadow shattered the mirror himself, partly because he wanted those idiots to live, partly because he wanted to prove to them and himself that he was good, but also something he wouldn't admit easily is that he felt that they were going to shatter it themselves so he just beat them to the punch. He would rather it was himself who did it basically.

CW - Death. Shadow's last memory of this moment after shattering to moment was pain, then slowly fading away while the others surrounded him. In the moment he couldn't really hear them, which later is brought up sort of. Basically they were all saying some stuff, Vio may have confessed, but ofc Shadow's basically in overwhelming pain and his hearing is cut out so when he gets brought back and doesn't mention it at all, Vio sort of assumes that his feeling aren't returned for a bit.

His memories of being dead are kind of blank, at best he can describe it as being in an endless black void where time was uncertain. Somehow feeling like it took eternity and yet like no time at all.

CW - Dark themes. His resurrection was messy to put it simply. Everything has a price. Vio had been too confident. They were all there (the gang plus Zelda) when he had to be dragged from the newly constructed dark mirror. Death and the void are not simple things, and they don't like when others try to take away what is theirs. So it was basically tug of war almost, he was being dragged back to the mirror, and it took three of them to drag him from it enough to get him out. Zelda and Vio were preforming the binding spell that would keep him in the living realm, using Vio as the anchor. Unfortunately, while they were ultimately successful in the end and were able to shatter the mirror to stop it from reclaiming Shadow...he didn't come out of it unscathed. He lost one of his eyes (Left one in the picture above), as well as his feet/legs (left one slightly above the ankle, and right at mid-calf).

He has scars that resemble the shattered mirror, they glow in the dark lol. But most importantly you'll notice the starburst shaped scar in the middle of his torso/chest. It along with the shatter scars aren't textured like real skin or scar tissue, more like ceramic or something similar. Especially the one at his chest, that one is incredibly sensitive and also feels a bit fragile even though it is as tough at the rest of him. This was Zelda's doing, it is crystalized light force basically. He has a heart (which he didn't have before) constructed of light force.

Due to this, his powers aren't as powerful and he doesn't have the endless well of magic he used to. He can do all the things he could before, though he doesn't have endless energy so he needs to take breaks and consume magic energy & items to refill. It can be refilled with rest but eating magic makes it refill faster.

Example, floating/flying takes barely and energy but he cannot be doing it constantly without pause. They tested it, he was able to go without a break for almost 2 days. but this was without him using any other abilities, just floating/flying.

Another major example is his shapeshifting ability. He still can but the shape has to be of equal mass as him or smaller. When he used to shift to something bigger than him he would gather more darkness around him to pack onto himself kind of like playdough. But due to his new lightforce in him, he cannot take on additional darkness so he is stuck with the darkness he already has (himself).

The no feet thing doesn't bother him too much now, granted it did in the beginning when he was getting used to being alive and he was wary of the others. But he gets by fine usually by floating like he originally did. He does have some prosthetics that were made for him but he only really uses them when he doesn't have any other choice, he doesn't like how they feel and are a bit of a reminder of what he lost.

On that note. He doesn't like being picked up. Especially without permission, he finds it a bit insulting/demeaning. Sometimes when he's feeling especially clingy and doesn't have the energy to float and doesn't want to wear the prosthetics (Or has forgotten them. Which he does sometimes, somewhat purposefully because he struggles with his inability to walk on his on now. Don't worry Vio always has a set on him, man is prepared for everything), he'll let Vio or Blue carry him. Mainly those too, leaning more towards Vio when their relationship progresses. Definite sign of trust.

If this happens and no one is around that he trusts, he tends to just sit for a bit, snack on some magic, or if he needs to really like escape he can shapeshift into something small. This is a good option for him because it will allow him to refill him magic while not using much because his body is now smaller so his wellspring seems bigger because of it. I can explain this more in detail at a later date if anyone wishes. ^^

His left eye is gone entirely (which is why his eyes in the picture look different lol). He wears a false eye. His first was actually made by Vio! ^^ This was the moment he really started to reconcile and open up to Vio again after his betrayal. The others will make some and paint them themselves and he cherishes every one of them.

He's definitely helped Red sneak animals into the house before, he thinks it's hilarious.

Design wise, I gave him wider eyes with mad eyelash game, mainly to show that while he is a spicy little gremlin, he is surprisingly innocent since he doesn't really have a lot of experience in the outside world. I gave him a lip piercing because projection lmao, also because I think he'd really enjoy the ability to express himself however he wants too, freedom basically. ^^

His hair is more wavy-curly, hairstyle being somewhat similar to Red's (Red helped him cut it and they share hair tips), but while Red's ends a little past his shoulders, Shadow's hair goes a bit past his butt. He can change the look and style of course with his shapeshifting ofc but this is the look he likes most as of now. Still purple, but I went for the more grey toned purple I prefer to use for like all versions of shadow I draw, mainly so it won't be overwhelming and it makes his eyes stand out a bit more. I went for a pale skin tone with more of a brown toned grey undertone so he didn't look too much like a vampire lol. And freckles! love to add freckles to Shadow. Adds flavour.

I gave him more downturned ears, somewhat to display his uncertain nature and latent anxiety/guilt, but also to differentiate with the others. Also his shatter-scars are pretty pronounced and obvious to the general public, he can't easily hide it, takes up too much energy. You can see where it goes over his missing eye, which somewhat is where the path of destruction way. Basically the lightforce filled in the cracks like kintsugi. You'll see in future drawings and sketches, but Shadow's legs/feet weren't clean cut, think more of Wisp from Warframe, it looks more like hers do, and the stump/inside part it the same gold-white of the scars. Kind of reminds me of geodes now that I think of it, huh.

He tends to wear tops that are more loose fitting or are open chest, he likes to fluster the others, but it's actually because the scar at the centre of his chest/torso is sensitive and tends to sting and hurt more when rough fabric is rubbing against it. He doesn't like to touch it and doesn't let the others, bar Vio. (I'll explain why in Vio's post ^^).

Green💚

Blue💙

Red❤️

Vio💜

Masterlist

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Nargold Translated Lyrics!

Because I lack self restraint AND I wanna show the boys off, I decided to translate all the Narziss und Goldmund songs with readily available videos (Mariabronn, The Path to Return to God, Farewell, Who are You?, John, and Pest) plus one bonus track with no video (Confession rep.) (yea it's the confession scene)

All of the songs in this 👇 video basically

Enjoy!

M02: Mariabronn

Goldmund

Mariabronn. The smell of chestnut trees and

the arched pillars hold me comfortably.

It is there that my heart is housed.

It is because you are there.

Now that we have been reunited, I feel I can dream again, drunk on the perfume of the past.

Mariabronn. All I have left is this cloister

now that my father has left me. My new home.

Mariabronn. Here there is

new family and new experience.

Narziss

Ἐν ἀρχῇ ἦν ὁ λόγος

Goldmund

With a touch of the cloister arches

I hear that pious music.

Narziss

καὶ ὁ λόγος ἦν πρὸς τὸν θεόν

Goldmund

I succumb to

the beauty of Greek pronunciation

γράφει τὸν λόγον

αληθής τὸν λόγον

Narziss

Mariabronn, separated from the rest of the world.

I research the mind and pursue knowledge.

Mariabronn. Looking for the reality

beyond what is able to be seen.

And that golden haired boy who appeared here.

A lovely golden bird flies up

and chases away the darkness.

That child is special.

His name is Goldmund.

φως, σκοτως, χάος

M06: The Path to Return to God

Narziss

Listen to the sounds within yourself.

This is not your world.

Goldmund

Then where am I supposed to be?

Narziss

Once you recognize the difference between us,

you’re sure to leave this place. This Mariabronn cloister.

Goldmund

Those sharp words lodge in my heart

and the cold edge of a knife looks down upon me.

Don’t push me away, our path is the same.

Our path to return to God.

Even if I look pathetic to you,

our path is the same.

Our path to return to God.

Narziss

You’re withering away on this path.

This world does not suit you.

You know your destiny already,

Your world is so different from mine.

Narziss, Goldmund

Don’t turn away from yourself / Don’t turn me away

Our paths are different / Our paths are the same

Our paths to return to God.

Goldmund

Don’t look down at my confession,

Look at me properly!

Narziss

You have to find yourself.

Your path to return to God.

You and I are like the sun and moon

Our worlds are must not come together

You have to recognize this difference

We are destined to

look at and confront each other from different extremes.

Narziss, Goldmund

The path to return to God

Our paths are different / Our paths are the same

You and I are different / You and I are the same

Find your true self / Taking refuge

Your path / Don’t push me away

is not that of a monk / The path of a monk

Our paths are different / is my destiny.

Our paths to return to God.

M09: Farewell

Goldmund

Even if we part ways, can we still be friends?

Narziss

Of course.

As long as we don’t forget one another, we will be friends forever.

Goldmund

I know, now, that I have to leave you.

I love you. Thank you, Narziss.

Will this be our last?

The pain in my heart grows within the maze that is destiny.

Narziss

Don’t be sad about farewells.

No matter how far we get, we will meet again

at a crossroads.

Don’t be sad about farewells.

Narziss, Goldmund

In front of us, different paths are lain now.

The ends of the paths loop in a massive circle.

At the end of the path, destiny will drag us

to face each other and talk once again.

Narziss

Until that day,

Goldmund

Until that day,

Narziss, Goldmund

We must not forget each other.

Narziss

Until that day,

Goldmund

Until that day,

Narziss, Goldmund

We must not forget each other.

Your path is / Goodbye

beautiful, but / Goodbye

Narziss

it will be a difficult one.

Narziss, Goldmund

Anytime you are tired / Goodbye

call for me / Goodbye

Narziss

Take care

Goldmund

Goodbye

Narziss

Take care

Goldmund

Goodbye

Narziss

Whenever you even need me, please call for me.

I will not ignore you then.

Goldmund, may God be with you.

M11: Who are You?

Goldmund

The first person who came to me was Lize.

I was sleeping in the fields outside of the cloister when she found me.

Why are you sleeping

alone in this field?

Are you lost

or looking for someone?

Narziss

Who are you?

Goldmund

My name is Lize.

Narziss

Lize…

Goldmund

I see you don’t know love.

I will show you all of love’s secrets.

What you need is a truthful heart,

learning about one another.

Narziss

Learning about one another…

Goldmund

Follow desire and experience beauty.

That is all

that love is.

Narziss

That is all…

Goldmund

Wanderer,

where are you going now?

Narziss

You who stole my heart, who are you?

Goldmund

Try and imagine who I am!

Narziss

Tell me who you are.

Goldmund

My name is Lydia

My name is Julie

The being shrouded in veils is revealed,

one layer at a time.

I can see more.

Narziss

All that I’ve met

on my wandering path

is etched within me.

I can see new things.

Narziss, Goldmund

Person after person, as I learn about new people

I take shape piece by piece.

What I need is a truthful heart.

Goldmund

Learning about one another

Narziss

Learning about one another

Narziss, Goldmund

Follow desire and experience beauty.

Goldmund

That is all

Narziss

That is all

Goldmund

that love is.

Narziss

that love is.

M12: John (You who are Trapped Deep in the Ocean Rep.)

Goldmund

That name is, of course, Apostle John.

It could be that your name being John

was simply destiny.

Narziss

Apostle John.

I want to see that work.

Do you know where that statue is now?

Goldmund

Even I don’t know where John is at the moment.

But I can show you.

My first work. Apostle John.

Following your face which was so clear even with my eyes closed.

Narziss

My mask falls as though carved away by sculpting knives,

revealing a me I had never seen.

Goldmund

Following your face, following my memories.

Drawing you who would surely have changed.

Narziss

The beauty of the shapes following the path of light,

Liveliness as though actually alive.

Narziss, Goldmund

The line of my hands point toward the heavens. / That solemn face,

Within the statue, I shine. / within it is you.

I become you and you become me

and we face each other.

Destiny has dragged us

to face each other here.

Narziss

I feel as though I remember seeing something before,

something special and sublime.

I can’t forget it even though it scares me.

That tortuous sacred thing.

Over there, a boy grasps someone’s hand.

Even though you are trapped there, you smile so warmly.

That faint sound, who are you?

That warmth, who are you?

Why do you torture me?

Why are you my tears?

Goldmund

I see you also lost something.

M13: Pest (Pestilence)

Goldmund

I had hoped at least you would be different,

but I see you’re no different from the rest of the clergy.

You saw true life through me.

Can’t you see death?

The screams of the people sound like punishment from God to you, don’t they?

Narziss

I have faith that He has a plan for us--

Goldmund

A plan for us?!

Everyone I loved died.

What crime did they commit to be sentenced to death like that?

Die because of that epidemic called God’s punishment!

Pest. A black demon.

Those bubbles of death

swallow everything from the fingertips

to the whole body.

Pest. A black demon.

Cover my nose and mouth

and burn everything

before it attaches itself to me.

Narziss

Even the monks at Mariabronn died of the pestilence.

Even Abbot Daniel!

Goldmund

Yes, that’s correct. Even the ones called God’s bells died in droves.

Like that, the power of faith was proven.

Narziss

Goldmund! No one escaped death.

That is why we must not be afraid of death.

You need to acknowledge and accept this.

Life and death,

both given to us by Him.

We cannot know

his whole reason,

but look past death.

Look at the birth after death.

Narziss, Goldmund

I have faith. / Humans are buried and rot away.

Pest is not the end of death / Pest is the hell of death.

Goldmund

You don’t know the pain of death,

since you’ve never loved someone before.

Narziss

I experienced death the way you did.

I don’t know how I appear to you,

but I am shaken to my very core!

But, I won’t run.

I have faith in death’s meaning.

Death will allow us to live again!

Narziss, Goldmund

Face death. / Death is the inescapable fate

That inescapable / that I face.

God given Providence.

Face death. / Death’s tricks.

Birth. / Lost love.

That short time. / I

Death. / want to run away

Narziss

That fleeting moment.

Goldmund

from that memory.

The sound of ravens, The sound of horse-drawn carts hauling corpses.

A city covered in smoke.

Within that death, I met Lene.

That flower that bloomed amid death, hope.

Lene, let’s run to the mountains.

Lene, come with me

Narziss, Goldmund

away from this empty place.

Goldmund

Away from the black demon.

Narziss

Away…

Narziss, Goldmund

Facing each other.

Depending on each other.

Let’s make our own world.

Let’s forget everything and start again.

Goldmund

Lene picked strawberries in the fields

as I gathered food.

Then some vagrant intruded upon our heaven,

and attempted to rape Lene.

I raised a rock

and hit that man’s face!

Die! Die! DIE!

Why are we…

Why am I

given this pain.

Upon Lene’s body, those black bubbles.

They swallow everything from the fingertips to the whole body.

M16: Confession rep.

[No video :'3]

Narziss

I love you.

You are precious to me.

I love you.

You enrich my life.

These words may not mean much to you,

since you are used to love.

However, to me, love is different

because my life has been poor in love.

If I learned what love is, it is because of you.

Because I have at least been able to love you.

Goldmund

I’m happy, Narziss.

I too have always loved you.

Half of my life

I have spent craving your love.

I didn’t know you would tell me this.

But of course it is in this moment you tell me;

when my wandering, freedom, world,

even girls have all left me.

Narziss, Goldmund

Now, at the end of our paths

do our eyes meet.

We follow that circular path of fate

and tell the story of our hearts.

Narziss

That day is today.

Goldmund

It is today.

Narziss

Thank you, Goldmund.

Goldmund

Narziss…

Narziss, Goldmund

For being there in front of me.

[seventhdoctor]

I'm gonna give you Misty as a curveball. :3

Why I like them/why I don’t

Misty has a couple of interesting things for her role in the plot! I'm obviously an Aki fan and Misty is basically Consequences for Aki. She has ties to the Arcadia plot, and it's nice to see a little about its workings beyond just Aki and Divine - even if I hate Divine's guts. Kill that man--oh wait, Misty did.

And obviously she's a Dark Signer, who pretty much signed up to take revenge on one (1) person without malice toward anyone else...aside from all the lives sacrificed to summon her giant lizard, but anyway. It's neat when she's like "all right, I've had enough, I wanna surrender this duel" even if the Earthbound Gods don't let her.

Unfortunately her ending is basically non-existent. They could have done more with her for sure. Bomber and Kiryu got episodes post-Dark Signers; Misty really deserved one too.

What I like about their appearance

Misty looks elegant in a distinctive way, with her narrow face and eyes emphasized by her long hair. I think what stands out most for me is the little jewel she wears on her forehead, which is probably at least 30% because I'm obsessed with Yubel always but anyway.

Do I prefer their dub names or original names?

Both are about the same to me. I think her surname is different between the two but I don't really remember either so, eh.

OTP

Hm, I don't really know any ships involving Misty. I'm guessing Misty/Aki and Misty/Carly would be the big ones, but honestly while I'm living in ignorance: I think there could be some fun pairing her with Bomber, who went through a similar Dark Signer experience except he gets his dead sibs back. Plenty of shared trauma, a little bit of envy to get over, maybe a couple people to call family after she lost Toby.

I just made this up right now but now I'm a little invested.

NOTP

Divine.

OT3

Following up on the above, Misty/Bomber/Kiryu?

Favourite card they use

Sad Story - Sorrowful Memories. When Misty pulled this out I just went like, oh we're gonna be like this huh. I unironically love it when Yugioh characters pull eerily specific but symbolic cards out of nowhere.

Favourite moment they were in

My 5Ds experience anytime Divine was onscreen: "Aki kill him. Aki kill him. Aki kill him. Carly kill him. Aki kill him. Carly kill him. Aki kill him. ...AND IT'S MISTY WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!"

Good for you, buddy.

Least favourite moment

The total lack of aftermath that was "oh yeah Misty and Bomber and Kiryu left." Come on, not even an onscreen epilogue?

[kylo-wrecked]

Role Play/Shipping Comfort Zone!

A valuable meme for any roleplayer! Come display your comfort levels so your roleplay partners are aware of what they can do, and of what they should avoid! A healthy relationship between role-play partners is the key to a good time! While this meme shows the basics, please remember to communicate with your roleplay partners!

REPOST DON’T REBLOG!

Key: BOLD = Yes. Italicized = Okay/Ask me about it. Strike = No.

ROLEPLAY BASICS

LOCATIONS I am comfortable doing:

tumblr {i like having one hub}

email

discord {short stuff- if we speak regularly}

google docs {non-fandom threads}

skype

forum

other

PARTICIPANTS I am comfortable with:

One-on-one roleplays. 

Up to three people.

Up to four people.

Five or more people!

As big as possible!

POST LENGTH I usually write about:

One or two sentences.

One or two paragraphs.

Two to five paragraphs.

More than five paragraphs. 

A few pages worth.

I AM COMFORTABLE ROLE-PLAYING WITH PEOPLE WHO WRITE:

One or two sentences.

One or two paragraphs. {that are compelling or get us somewhere}

Two to five paragraphs.

More than five paragraphs.

A few pages worth. 

Write me a book. {lol absolutely not}

ROLE-PLAY REQUESTS I like getting requests from:

Anyone and everyone at any time!  {from mutuals. i also have an interest check, which is for anyone and everyone.}

When I ask for roleplays.

From friends and acquaintances.

From friends only.

ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIPS ** IMPORTANT: Communication is the key to a real life relationship, it shouldn’t be abandoned for a fictional one either! Be sure to talk to your partners when considering romance

SHIPPING I am comfortable shipping my characters:

Never. {? platonic/familial need as much finagling, i think}

If our characters know each other deeply. 

If our characters know each other deeply, and I know I can trust the role-player.

At the first sign of flirting! 

Only if the role-player and I plan it.

It’s situational to each character.

If you want to ship with my characters:

Talk to me about it from the start. Let's talk if and when we've started writing.

Talk to me about it once our characters know each other.

Talk to me about it once they both have some feelings for each other.

Talk to me about it when they finally decide that want to go beyond hugging.

Talk to me anytime - there’s no requirement. {so long as the desire to ship doesn’t outweigh the desire to rp}

SPEED When shipping my characters, I like the romance to happen:

Swift as lightning!

Fast, but not super fast.

Happens in about three months.

Slow and steady wins the race.

Slugs know what’s up!

My ships know no speed. They happen if they happen.

SMUT When my characters get intimate, I prefer:

To skip the act entirely.

To write the build-up but skip the act.

To write the act only if it is very special, but otherwise, skip it with sensual or poetic language

To write the act all the way through. {but i'm not a softcore porn bank }

ROMANTIC ARTWORK When it comes to artwork depicting our ship please:

Do not post it at all without talking to me.

Post it if it is cuddles and hugs.

Post it if it is kisses.

Post it if it is N.SFW.

Only post it if it depicts N.SFW privately between us.

Do not post it at all if it depicts sexual acts!

Do not post it where I can see it, but draw what you like!

DRAMATICS ** Important: Always be sure to communicate with your partner individually if you think you are about to go outside their comfort zones even just the slightest bit!

VIOLENCE When it comes to violent situations, I am comfortable with:

No violence at all!

I’m fine with verbal arguments!

Some violence, like a paper cut, or an accidental elbow to the face.

Mild violence, such as punching, kicking, hair pulling.

Violence, such as stabbings.

Beyond violence, such as torture and more.

If you are going to do something violent, please:

Don’t do it at all.

Talk to me about it first.

Surprise me! {keep in mind dark!ren and friends are OP af}

DRAMATIC ARTWORK:

Do not post any dramatic scenes that happened between our characters.

Talk to me about it before posting!

Post what you like!

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[liampboyle]

Alyson could barely keep the toast she had nibbled on down. Saruntilth had chosen her, a shoony, who couldn’t even cast the most basic arcane cantrip. The day before Saruntilth had arrived, Alyson had been in the headmaster’s office being threatened with expulsion from the academy. Yes, she could make brief illusions, and somehow sway people into liking her, if only for a moment. Yet, anytime she tried to cast an actual spell, she just couldn’t. 

She scratched behind her triangular ear. Enough people thought that shoonies, the diminutive dog folk, should be treated like pets, that she was certain the other students would say the dragon picked her just to be a house pet. Her tail drooped and ears folded forward slightly at that thought. Still, the dragon picked her and said she had great potential, and now she was meeting Saruntilth directly outside of the ceremony. Alyson wondered who else would be there. Her tail wagged slowly as she checked her fur for dropped crumbs, and ran a curry brush over herself again. She put on her cloak and headed out of her room, locking the door behind her. She had learned that lesson the hard way, when she woke up to a pile of almost rotten meat scraps on her floor, like an actual dog was often fed with. 

Hurrying down the hallway, she paused before the door to the meeting room. There was no one else there to greet her or show her what to do and the bell for Prime had not yet rung to awaken everyone from their beds. Alyson had been up since Lauds because of this meeting, she had had to beg the kitchens which were only just being started at that point for the bit of toast to settle her stomach. Her tail drooped and curled between her legs as she put her hand on the door, and as soon as she did the dragon’s voice sounded “Come in, child.”

Alyson walked through the door to see Saruntilth seated beside a desk in a human form. She was as beautiful as a painting, a portrait painted by a master, but in the flesh and clad in a simple dress that was the same dark, deep, green of the scales she had in her true form yesterday. Her hair was the same deep forest green as her dress and her eyes were a brilliant emerald color. Alyson felt her tail start to wag without conscious effort. 

“Come here my child, come sit by me.” Saruntilth patted the bed on the other side of her from the desk.

Alyson slowly walked up to her, finally sitting down where Saruntilth had motioned.

“May I touch you child?” the dragon asked.

Alyson nodded, and Saruntilth began scratching her behind the ear. Alyson’s tail wagged more vigorously and her leg twitched as the dragon scratched.

“I’m sure you have many questions. But I do not come here to pick the most skilled, I pick the student that I think would benefit the most from my guidance, and I can smell the fae blood in you. I know you have difficulties with the magic they are trying to teach you, the headmaster went into length about your supposed failures urging me to make another choice. The failures were not yours, the failure’s belonged to your teachers.”

Alyson’s eyes widened as the dragon spoke, the pleasure of being scratched and petted by such a being almost distracting her from what Saruntilth was saying. Her tail wagging beyond control and completely rearranging the sheets on the bed as it brushed across them.

“Your teachers’ magic comes through study and perseverance, treating magic as a mechanical force to be controlled through their incantations, runes, and sigils. Your magic is in your blood, like mine. I am a horned dragon, and primal dragon, tied to nature and the natural world much like whatever fae being was your ancestor.”

Alyson blinked and her tail stopped briefly, “But I was never told I had a fae ancestor, my parents, my grandparents, and my great-grandparents were all thick-coat shoonies like me.”

Saruntilth’s eyes crinkled at the corners and the corners of her mouth turned up as she let loose a laugh that sounded like birdsong mixed with the music of wind blowing through hollow reeds. “They may well not have known themselves. Tell me before you came to this academy did other pups tell you that you didn’t smell right?”

Alyson’s tail stopped wagging, and she lowered her head to stare at the floor, “Yes, I used to get made fun of for it.”

“And were you ever accused of speaking too slowly?”

Alyson nodded.

“Do you have trouble making and maintaining eye contact with people?”

Alyson nodded again.

“And you loved books and routines and being out in natural places like the woods?”

Alyson nodded again.

Saruntilth grabbed her into an embrace, “My dear, you are fae gifted, so your magic doesn’t work like what your teachers have been trying to make you do. Now, go back to your room and get your things packed. We will leave after breakfast. You are coming to live with me now, and I will teach you how to use your true magic.”

Alyson’s tail began wagging beyond control again, as she hopped down to go back to her room and pack.

Every 500 years, the dragon who founded the Academy arrives to choose a student to tutor directly. You are the weakest mage on record and she has chosen you.

[compendiumofconstellations]

@storiedocs Esther gets a disgruntled doctor.

Leonard let out a long, exaggerated sigh through his nose. “You know, I know your brain goes a million miles an hour, but you gotta be careful out there. I don’t need more Jim Kirk types trying to put me into an early grave.”

It was the gentlest scolding he’d ever give, but Esther brought out his paternal instincts, and he wasn’t going to be too harsh with her. 

“Now, hold still so I can properly patch you up.”

[ilovefandoms102]

Girls Night

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Plus Size Reader

Summary: Making Ransom jealous backfires…

Note: I’m back on my Tik Tok bullshit so here we are I hope you guys enjoy😏

Warnings🛑: smut(unprotected vaginal sex, overstimulation, squirting, choking), basically porn with extremely little plot, dark themes(?), mean Ransom😍, sweater daddy realness, mild violence, mentions of alcohol

Don’t forget to hit that reblog button!

You were drunk, beyond the point you’d ever gone before. This was not a normal girls night, no-this was a ‘fuck Ransom Drysdale and his stupid sweaters’ girls night…

It all started when about two years ago you started a friends with benefits type of situation with none other than everyone’s favorite asshole. You knew him from college and ran into each other at a coffee shop, next thing you know he’s fucking you into next week in the backseat of his Beamer.

You both were amongst the same friend group so they all knew what had been happening, saying it wouldn’t last. Both you and Ransom were adamant about not catching feelings, that didn’t last long. It was more of an unspoken agreement-if Ransom telling you repeatedly your his anytime another guy looks at you is what you call that-to not be with other people.

Last night changed everything however when you caught him texting other girls he’d hooked up with before you. So, you decided to get revenge. Your girlfriends helped you pick out the sexiest outfit you owned, dawning you with perfect hair and makeup, and all of you set a course for the bar. Specifically, one of his favorite bars.

You had ignored Ransom’s texts and calls the entire day, knowing he’d eventually track you down. How ironic he showed up the moment you were grinding between two guys completely wasted. He was enraged, charging through the crowd and yanking you away. You avidly protested against leaving until he had to physically carry you out, your mouth spouting every dirty name you could think to call him.

He’d brought you back to his house, carrying you inside until you finally were able to get away from him. You pushed his chest hard, glaring up at him.

“What the fuck Ransom?!” you shouted, sure that steam had to be coming out of your ears.

“Those guys were trying to make moves on you, what’s mine!” he growled, plopping down in a chair.

“Not every guy is trying to get into my pants, alright?” you scoffed.

“You’d be surprised,” Ransom grumbled, rolling his eyes.

“You can’t tell me who I can and can’t have sex with! That’s not your business anymore!” you screeched, pointing an accusing finger close to his face.

“Were you going to have sex with one of those guys?” he asked, his hands fisting at his sides.

“Oh my god!” you shouted, pulling your hair frustratedly.

“What if I was?” you asked, biting your lip seductively.

“What?” Ransom choked out, sitting up quickly.

“You heard me,” you grinned maliciously, walking closer to him.

“What if I was?” you asked again.

“You don’t like the idea...of someone’s hands all over my body, touching me.” you taunted, standing right in front of where he sat.

Ransom’s jaw ticked, and in seconds he had you pinned to the wall. His lips crushed yours in a demanding kiss, forcing his tongue in and tangling it with yours. His fingers dug into your waist, gripping you tightly to his hard chest. You laughed maniacally as his kisses moved down your neck, humming as he nipped at your pulse.

“This is exactly what you wanted you fucking slut.” Ransom growled, pulling back as he stared into your eyes.

You replied with a knowing smirk which only made Ransom harder. He lifted you in his arms, slamming you back against the wall. You moaned as he pushed your dress up around your hips, skillfully ripping your panties to shreds.

“You knew I’d come find you, didn’t you?” he asked, getting his answer when you squeezed his cock through his pants.

“Payback’s a bitch,” you giggled, slapping his cheek for emphasis.

You laughed harder as he shoved his pants down, screaming after as he plowed his cock into you. You held on for dear life as Ransom fucked you like an animal against the wall, his pants at his ankles and your dress shoved up with tattered panties by his feet.

“The only bitch here is you my love, craving attention and to be fucked dumb by the only man who’s ever made you cum so hard you can’t look another one in the eye.” he taunted, shifting his hips a tad so he could hit your gspot.

“Ah! Ransom- fuck!” you cried out, clawing at his shoulders while your orgasm grew closer.

“Yeah baby, scream my fuckin’ name.” he grinned, slapping your ass as he moved even faster.

“Don’t stop! Please honey, don't stop!” you sobbed, your eyes drooping as the end reached.

Ransom grunted as you clenched hard around him, forcing a hand between your bodies so he could rub at your clit which sent you over the edge. Your back arched against the wall as you cried out for him, your core pulsing around his cock as he released inside of you.

Both of you panted as you came down, your forehead leaning on his. Ransom leaned in, kissing you gently. You wound your arms around his neck, passion filling your kiss as your tongues met. He carried you to the couch, laying on top of you as his cock hardened inside of you once again.

“Again?” you smirked, Ransom humming deep in his chest as he sat up.

You whimpered from the loss of his warm body, huffing as he flipped you on your stomach. Ransom pulled his shirt off, discarding his pants fully before pulling your dress along with your bra off. He wasted no time, pushing your chest down so your back was arched, one of his feet on the ground while the other was placed on the couch beside your knee, and relentlessly fucked into you.

“Oh-my god! Fuck!” you whined, not able to meet his pace you simply laid there and let him have you.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, slapping another handprint to your asscheek.

You squealed as his tip hit right on your cervix, pain and pleasure mixing together as your body began trembling. Ransom gripped your hair, harshly pulling you up so your back was to his chest. His other hand went around your throat as his cock didn’t stop ramming into you, tilting your head back so he could smash his lips to yours. One hand went behind his head while the other ventured down, finding your clit as you chased your release.

“Greedy bitch,” he hissed, taking his hand he had in your hair and slapping your hand away from where you needed it.

“Ransom!” you whined, screaming seconds later as that hand slapped your clit.

He grinned as your pussy clenched around him, continuing his assault on your throbbing nub. Your eyes rolled back as your high completely overtook your body, Ransom chuckling maliciously as you squirted all over his hand, soaking both of you and the couch. You sobbed as he kept rubbing your clit hard enough to send you into another orgasm, this one triggering his as he threw you down on the couch as he pulled out.

Ransom flipped you on your back, tugging himself until he came all over your tits. You smiled up at him tiredly, scooping up his spend and licking it clean from your fingers.

After cleaning up, you were now laid in Ransom’s bed, snuggled up to him in silence. Your head laid on his chest as his fingers combed through your hair, tickling down your naked back. It was the most peaceful you'd felt in a long time, strange it was happening with your…

“So, what now?” you asked quietly, chancing a look up at his beautiful eyes.

“I-…I’m not good at relationships as I’ve told you, but-but I want to try…for you.” he confessed, the vulnerability he felt was absolutely terrifying.

“I want that too, baby.” you whispered, a smile stretching across your face.

“Then…will you, my gorgeous y/n, be my girlfriend?” he asked, looking down at you hopefully.

“I would love nothing more as long as this time I’m the only girl you text about hooking up.” you challenged with an arch of your brow.

“I’ll delete every bitch in my phone except you baby.” he chuckled, smiling more as you playfully hit his chest.

“Asshole,” you mocked being grumpy as you tried to escape his hold with no luck.

Ransom had you in an iron grip, never planning to let you go again. You couldn’t help how your heart swelled when he looked down at you with all the adoration in the world, until you booped his nose.

“Quit that,” he huffed, his cheeks turning pink.

“Awww baby, you look so cute when you blush! I can’t wait to tell the girls.” you giggled.

“Speaking of girls, no more girls' nights for you.” he grumbled, sending you into a fit of laughter.

[jikookiekosmos]

Pick Your Fighter || jjk (Part 1)

➥Pairing: gamer!jk/gamer!reader, fuckboy!jk

➥Summary: Jeon Jungkook has it all - talent, charm, and the looks that have every girl falling at his feet. Add being the Arcade Champion of 5 years to that list and he feels like he’s on top of the world. He’s in for a rude awakening, though, when he’s faced with his greatest challenge yet: you.

➥Genre: enemies to lovers, (attempts at) humor, angst, smut, fluff

➥Rating: 18+

➥Words: 13.5k

➥Content Warnings: fuckboy!jk (I feel like that’s a warning on it’s own), mentions of insecurity, cursing (fuck is like jk’s fave word lmao), jk doesn’t like to share, yoongi has to put up with a lot bless him, mentions of gaming (particulalrly Overwatch and Mortal Kombat which I’ve played before so I felt like I knew enough to include them), jk likes to tease the reader, mentions of a blowjob, reader gives back what jk dishes out, jk is a sore loser, alcohol consumption, the word ‘whore’ is used once, jk handles jealousy the only way he knows how: fucking (not the reader this time but don’t worry we’ll get there), oral (m. receiving), protected sex, penetration, rough sex, somewhat dom!jk? (he gets a little rough and kinda mean so), hair pulling, crying during sex, oral (f. receiving), jk can’t get reader out of his head

A/N: ok so I know I said this would be my next one shot but I decided to split it into multiple parts instead! I figured it’d be easier that way since there’s a good bit I have planned for the over-arching storyline. This part is more so to introduce everyone to the characters, things will start heating up in the following chapters. I don’t have any kind of specific update schedule but ideally I’d like to get updates out every few weeks at the latest!

Forever giving a special thank you to @dntaewithluv​​ for being my biggest supporter here and my best friend. You always help me stay motivated during my writing processes and I love you so much ❤️ also thank you for beta-reading for me as usual, you’re the best~

I hope anyone who reads this enjoys it! Please let me know what you think, if you’d like~

taglist: @inlovewiththemoonn @min-nicoleee @fan-ati--c​ @sugaslittlekookies @1-in-abillion @yopjm @emsuzz @dreamsindreamss @justvibingsblog 

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“Jungkook, I don’t care how good you are at this game,” Yoongi started as he rubbed his temples, “you still need to listen to me.”

Jungkook groaned. “I’m listening, alright? Damn, lighten up, Yoon.”

He was currently sitting with his feet propped up on Yoongi’s desk tossing a small rubber ball in the air, looking bored out of his mind. Yoongi glared at him once more before sighing and turning back to the board he was writing on.

“The tournament is a little different this year, they have more contestants-”

“More people for me to beat, then.” Jungkook smirked and tossed the ball once more with enough force that it hit one of the ceiling tiles before returning to his hand.

Yoongi could feel a headache coming on. Jungkook was his best friend and he loved him to death, but times like these made him wonder if becoming Jungkook’s sponsor may have been one of the worst decisions he’s ever made.

“Please pay attention,” Yoongi croaked. After staying up most of the night talking with other sponsors about tournament planning, he really didn’t have the energy to deal with Jungkook being uncooperative.

Jungkook must have been able to detect this since he pocketed the ball and sat up straight, now focusing all his attention on his tired friend.

“Alright, you’ve got my undivided attention. I’m all yours.” He motioned to the board before crossing his arms over his chest. Yoongi sighed, running a hand through his brown hair and shooting a grateful glare Jungkook’s way before he picked up where he left off.

“Ok so as usual, you’re in the fighting division. Most of your competitors are repeat contestants, but there will be a few new names. Would you care to know anything about them like their stats, years of experience, all that?”

Jungkook simply shook his head, much like he always did every time Yoongi presented him with this question. If there was something Yoongi would never understand, it was the fact that Jungkook had the inside scoop for this every year, but he never took advantage of it.

“You know I don’t care about all that. Not like it matters anyway, my skills don’t depend on anyone but me.” He ran a hand through his unruly dark hair before letting it settle back in front of his eyes.

Yoongi nodded. “Fair enough. Figured I’d try anyway in case you changed your mind.”

Jungkook flashed him a brilliant smile. “Since when do I change my mind on anything? You of all people know just how stubborn I can be.”

Yoongi chuckled as he started writing on the board again. “That I do, Kook.” He finished filling in the initials of the contestants in the different branches, Jungkook’s eyes watching him the whole time. When Yoongi was finally done, he capped the blue marker and laid it on the table next to the board. Jungkook hopped up out of his chair, rolling up the sleeves of his black hoodie before he placed his hands in his pockets.

“Wanna hang out tonight? You’ve been pretty busy lately; it’d be good for you to blow off some steam.” Jungkook could be cocky, arrogant, and was considered the epitome of a fuckboy by most people, but he definitely had a soft spot when it came to Yoongi. A decade of friendship tended to do that to people sometimes.

Yoongi smiled as he stretched. “Sorry kid, I can’t tonight. Already got plans.”

Jungkook frowned. He hadn’t been expecting that.

“Can I ask what those are?”

Yoongi snorted as he grabbed his bag from his desk. “What are you, my keeper?” Jungkook huffed in frustration when Yoongi passed him. They were walking out of the arcade now, having used the back staff room for tournament planning.

“If you must know, I’m hanging out with Y/N tonight.”

At the mention of your name, Jungkook could feel himself bristling. It didn’t have anything to do with you specifically, it was more of the fact that he had to share his best friend with you. Jungkook was a selfish person and he hated sharing anything, which of course included his best friend who was probably the most important person to him on this miserable planet. Yoongi knew this but he never backed down, always telling him to ‘suck it up, Kook, because she’s not going anywhere.’

You and Yoongi met a few years ago when you both were baristas working at the same café and an instant friendship formed between the two of you, much to Jungkook’s dismay. He could avoid you much easier now that he was living in his own apartment, but during those years he shared a space with Yoongi, he saw more of you than he preferred to.

And that wasn’t even taking into consideration the fact that you both annoyed the fuck out of each other, so a hang out session with all 3 of you posed a slim chance of being successful.

“Ah, again? What’s that, like the third time this week?”

Yoongi turned slightly so he could pat Jungkook’s cheek, making the younger boy duck before he could continue. “Aww Kook, are you jealous?”

“Absolutely not,” Jungkook grimaced, delving his hands further in his pockets. “Just don’t see what you find so fascinating about her is all.”

Yoongi frowned. “Jungkook, she’s really not that bad if you give her a chance-”

“Yeah, well, maybe I don’t want to.” He kicked at a stray pebble on the street as they continued walking in the direction of their apartment complex.

“Then that’s your loss. Which sucks because, regardless of what you believe, she doesn’t have a bad opinion of you.”

Jungkook snorted. “Bullshit. Everyone has a bad opinion of me. Even you sometimes.” He finished his statement with a grin and Yoongi hoped that meant he was joking.

He wasn’t.

Jungkook knew there were 2 things in this world he was an absolute beast at: gaming and fucking. He was aware that most people didn’t like him beyond his gaming ability and, at least where women were concerned, how he was in bed. When he wasn’t making other Overwatch players scream at him through his headset because he was winning, he was making women of his choosing scream into his mattress.

And that was exactly how Jungkook preferred things.

Yoongi knew this as well, and he’d witnessed Jungkook go on this self-destructive spiral over the last several years with him being one of the only people Jungkook could count on. It pained him to see Jungkook have such a low opinion of himself regarding most things, and he hoped that in time, Jungkook would be able to see just how great of a person he truly was.

A deep sigh escaped the older man as they rounded the last corner before their complex came into view. “We can hang out tomorrow, Kook. Promise.”

Jungkook was still frowning but it seemed to soften a bit at Yoongi’s offer. He couldn’t really be mad at Yoongi for wanting to spend time with other friends when he had his own as well. Maybe he’d call up Tae and see if he wanted to play a few matches tonight if he wasn’t too busy.

Which is exactly what Jungkook did once he was settled for the night. He and Tae played Overwatch for a few hours, swapping plays of the game (POTGs) between each other and laughing at the distress from the opposite team members after each round.

These two were in their element here, and it made sense considering Tae was actually entered into the PC games portion of the arcade tournament where he’d been champion for the last few years. Both of them carried their division titles proudly and had grown a lot closer because of their mutual interest in gaming and other things they found out along the way.

Basically, Tae was probably the second closest person to Jungkook behind Yoongi, but even that was a stretch. Jungkook didn’t allow people into his life easily, and it took years for Tae to break down those barriers.

He didn’t see that happening with another person anytime soon, and he was completely fine with that. 2 people was enough to keep up with, anyway…at least, that was how Jungkook viewed it.

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You were in the zone, tongue gently peeking out of the corner of your mouth as you focused on the TV in front of you, expertly pressing the buttons on your controller to land a perfect combo. The timer had barely even started and you already had your opponent’s health down to a third of what they started with. Of course, competing against AI opponents had nothing on those in the real world, but hey practice was practice, right?

You’d just managed to K.O. your computer counterpart – raising your arms in a tiny victory pose as you did – when you heard the doorbell ring. You hopped up and jogged to the door, opening it without another thought. There was only one person it could be; you rarely had company, and when you did it was typically always the same person.

Yoongi grinned, arms full of bags that you knew had to contain yours and his favorite snacks. It was customary whenever you would spend nights like these together, either he or you would stop by the grocery store before convening in one of your apartments, having made purchases of snacks and goodies galore.

“Yoonie!” you greeted him cheerfully, reaching out to take a few of the bags so he could enter your apartment properly. When the two of you had everything set on your dining room table, he pulled you into a hug.

“Hey there.” His glance drifted over to your living room area where the TV was projecting its light throughout the otherwise dimly lit room. “I see you’ve been busy.”

You shrugged. “I had a couple of extra hours to kill after my shift ended earlier. Besides, the tournament is only a few days away. I need to be in the best shape possible for it.”

It was a Wednesday night, but neither of you had work the following day, so you offered for Yoongi to drop by and help you with some pointers for the competition since it was your first time entering. That invitation had now turned into the usual sleepover you were accustomed to, but Yoongi still kept his word on helping you out.

With the tournament happening Saturday, you didn’t have many days left to train and get ready. You didn’t doubt your ability – you knew you were good at games, despite the stereotypes that say otherwise – but it never hurt to practice.

Yoongi interrupted your thoughts by ruffling your hair, chuckling when you swatted his hand away. “If you ask me, I think you’ve prepared enough. I’ve seen what you can do and you’re honestly one of the best I’ve seen at this particular game.”

The game in question was Mortal Kombat II, one of the games in an old school fighting series that you grew up playing with some friends from many years ago that you didn’t talk to anymore. And while you may have drifted from people during different stages in your life, your love for gaming was one thing that remained constant throughout.

“Thanks, Yoongs.” You couldn’t help but crack a smile at his praise, especially since you knew it was genuine. And high praise it was, considering he’d seen a lot of expert players in his time of helping with the tournaments.

“Anytime. Now,” he plopped onto the couch and you resumed your seat on a cushion you placed on the floor in front of your coffee table, “let’s talk strategy.”

You had picked up the controller to start the next round, but at his words you laid it in your lap instead and cocked your head to the side while giving him a confused look. “Strategy?”

Yoongi nodded. “Strategy. You’re gonna need at least a semblance of one if you want to stand a chance in this competition.”

You gulped. “I-I thought I’d just go in and give it my all.”

Yoongi smiled gently, reassuringly. “I know. And that is what you need to do. But you also need to consider every possible scenario. This isn’t just playing against a friend you know or a random person through a server. You’re going up against other trained experts, with some who have been doing this for years.”

You looked down at the controller in your hand, unconsciously squeezing the plastic. Strategy? You hadn’t really put much thought into it, outside of perfecting your skills and just doing your best. Above all, this was supposed to be something fun for you. Just an extra outlet and a way to maybe potentially make more friends who shared your interest in this hobby.

But with the way Yoongi was talking, it sort of just scared you.

“I’m not trying to scare you,” he continued. Sometimes you swore he could read your thoughts, but that wouldn’t surprise you, seeing as he is your best friend, after all. “I just want you to go in with the right mindset for what to expect.”

“I appreciate it,” you mustered up what you hoped would be a convincing smile. You could tell Yoongi didn’t buy it, but he didn’t press further.

“Ok, new plan. I’ll watch you play a few rounds and then give you my opinion on anything I think you might could change to improve what you’re doing. Sound good?”

You agreed, genuinely smiling this time. “Sounds good.”

After almost half an hour of you playing while Yoongi quietly observed you, he finally spoke up again.

“Alright, I think I’ve noticed something that you can work on.”

You paused the game and turned toward him, giving him your full attention while your hands rested in your lap.

Yoongi leaned forward so that his elbows were on his knees, hands clasped together while he pursed his lips. “You have this…thing you do. Right before your K.O. combo. It’s almost like you hesitate for a second.”

You blinked a few times, trying to recall when you might have done that. “Really?”

“Mhm. I’ve never picked up on it before, but then again, I’ve also never watched you with a critical eye before now either.”

You frowned, forehead creasing with the effort. When did you hesitate? You pretty much went in for the final blow as soon as you were able to-

“I know you’re probably trying to remember when you did it, but I’m telling you it’s always that split second right before you go in for the kill. And that’s not really a problem, except…” Yoongi trailed off, leaving you nearly bouncing on your cushion with the curiosity that consumed you.

“Except what?”

Yoongi brought his eyes up to stare into yours, and the seriousness you found there made you gulp again.

“Except there is one player I know who only needs a second of hesitation to turn an entire match around.”

You understood immediately who he was talking about.

“Jungkook.”

Yoongi nodded in affirmation. “Yup. Kook is the undisputed king of turning around an entire game within a pivotal moment all because someone hesitates. And it doesn’t even have to be a conscious thing, a lot of the time they do it without realizing. But he can pick up on it nearly every time, and it’s always something he uses to his advantage.”

Honestly, you weren’t surprised. Jungkook wasn’t the reigning champion for just any old reason. He had the skill and the talent to outshine everyone who had faced him in the past.

This year, however, you were a new challenger. And the idea of taking him down a peg from actually beating him at his own game excited you more than it probably should have.

Still, you couldn’t help but wonder…

“Why are you telling me this though? Aren’t you rooting for him, too? I mean – you’re literally his sponsor so that has to be against a code of ethics or something along those lines.”

Yoongi’s laughter took you off guard, but the sound made you smile nonetheless.

“You’re right. I probably shouldn’t be telling you any of this or helping you out at all. But,” he leaned forward more so he could boop your nose from where you were still seated in front of the coffee table. “You’re my best friend, too. And that matters more to me than any sponsorship or shit like that. I’ll be rooting for the both of you equally.”

You scrunched up your nose a little at the contact before you beamed at him. Never had you expected to have a friend as amazing as him in your life, but you were grateful for it every day.

“Besides,” Yoongi went on, straightening his posture again before sinking back into the couch, “I also did offer to tell Kook about his competitors and their strengths, weaknesses, all that.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And what happened with that?”

A gummy smile spread out across his face. “He didn’t wanna know. So, it’s his loss.”

You hummed as you thought it over. “That makes no sense, why wouldn’t he-”

“You’ve known him long enough to realize that he is perhaps one of the most stubborn people ever, maybe even the most stubborn. He’s too prideful to accept ‘handouts’ of information like that. One day I think that pride of his might be his downfall,” Yoongi started trailing off near the end there, but you could still just barely make out what he said. You didn’t feel like you were supposed to have heard it, though, so you didn’t ask for him to elaborate.

“Well, I’m not too prideful to ask for info. Are there any other tricks or secrets you can let me in on about our boy Mr. Jeon?” Your tone was teasing but you also wouldn’t turn down any additional info Yoongi could offer you.

Yoongi groaned. “God, do not let him hear you call him that. I swear it’ll go directly to his head and make his ego swell even larger.” You giggled and Yoongi smiled.

“But no, I can’t give you any more info beyond that, because that would be basically violating my terms as sponsor. Can’t give you everything now, can I?”

“I meeean, you could…”

He chuckled. “But I’m not going to. End of discussion.”

You pouted lightheartedly and Yoongi simply shook his head, his smile growing wider.

“Honestly, what am I going to do about you two? You know, you’re both more alike that either of you want to admit-”

You covered your ears. “Sorry, can’t hear you over how ridiculous that sounds.”

“Case in point,” Yoongi replied as he pulled your hands away. “What you just did is a very Jungkook thing to do.”

You clutched at your chest in feigned horror. “Min Yoongi, you take that back right now.”

He laughed at your distress. “Nope. Now, show me what you’re going to do about that habit of yours. We have all night to figure it out.”

A grateful smile stretched across your face as you saw him settle in and get comfortable. He was rummaging through one of the snack bags, and the familiar warmth you always felt around him blossomed in your chest once more.

You really loved Yoongi so much, and not at all in a romantic way, but very much in the ‘you’re my best friend and I’ll protect you with my life forever’ kinda way. And you knew Yoongi felt the exact same about you.

So you did as he said and picked up your forgotten controller again, spending the next several hours perfecting your technique until you both agreed it was acceptable.

You were ready for the competition.

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Meanwhile, in the apartment complex down the block from yours, Jungkook was laughing at Taehyung’s screams of disbelief as their opponent took him down a third time during that round.

“What the fuck?!” drifted through his headset and Jungkook could only chuckle. He knew Tae was good, of course; he was great at the game, actually. But it was times like these where he somewhat enjoyed seeing Tae crumble a bit when he lost. Tae liked to walk around as if he was the god of Overwatch himself, so it was nice to occasionally see him shaken up.

Yes, Jungkook was a hypocrite, and yes, if anyone ever beat him at his best game, he would be pissed off as well.

“Fucking Mercy, they aren’t supposed to be offensive, stop shooting at me and heal your party members!”

Jungkook took out the other team’s healer just as Tae was finishing his cry of rage. He could hear Tae’s breathing then, followed by him clearing his throat before speaking again at a more normal volume.

“Thanks, Kook.”

“Don’t mention it, I do need you back here to cover for me, though.” Jungkook was playing as Widowmaker like he usually did, so he was set up ready to snipe the other team’s members whenever they appeared in his line of sight. Of course, Jungkook was more of an offensive player, so he didn’t stay in one spot for too long.

“On my way, just keep an eye on that bitch Mercy for me, will you?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jungkook muttered in response. “By the way, how are you feeling about the tournament?”

It was the question Jungkook asked every year in the days leading up to the competition, so Tae always expected it.

“I’m feeling fine about it, I know most of the players since a lot of them are repeat competitors from last year.” He stopped speaking for a moment to focus on shooting down and enemy who was trying to sneak up on Jungkook, making Jungkook hum in appreciation as he did.

“My sponsor got me inside details on those I didn’t know, too, so I feel more prepared. What about you? Did Yoongi give you the hookup?”

“Nah, I turned it down.” For a few seconds, the only sounds that could be heard were the clicks of their mouses and keyboards.

“Dude, you have probably the best sponsor for this kinda shit, why do you always say no? Seems dumb if you ask me.”

“Good thing I didn’t fucking ask you then, dick.” Jungkook wasn’t actually mad at Tae, this was just how they liked to tease each other; lighthearted banter sprinkled with vulgar language. Jungkook figured it was somewhat poetic if you really thought about it.

“Seriously, Kook, I don’t get you sometimes. And we’re on the same wavelength a lot.”

Jungkook sighed. “I just don’t feel the need to know, alright? I like going into it blind and coming out on top. The victory is sweeter that way.”

He could hear Tae’s noise of disapproval just before he got another headshot. His last shot ended up being the POTG, bringing a smile to his face as he watched the video playback.

“I mean, I get that I guess. I did hear a rumor though that we got some chicks joining this year, so that ought to be interesting.”

They were in the queue now waiting for the next match to start. Team members from their previous game asked if they could stay on their team, but Jungkook and Tae both declined the invites as usual. They preferred to keep to themselves, even though some of their prior teammates were damn good.

“There’s no way, we’ve never had that before.” Jungkook readjusted his headset, carding a hand through his dark mop of curls before rolling his head around on his shoulders, stretching to get more comfortable.

“Well, there’s at least 1 for sure. I know that much because my sponsor confirmed it.”

At this, Jungkook’s curiosity was piqued. “Oh? Did he say what division?”

“Nah, it’s not mine and that’s all the info I got. Wouldn’t it be something though if they were going up against you?”

Jungkook laughed loudly in his empty apartment. “Me? A girl facing off against me? God, you’re fucking hilarious, Tae.”

“I’m being serious though! We don’t know yet-”

“I’ll humor you for a second then, alright? Say I do go up against a girl. We already know what that outcome will be. And I do hate seeing women cry, especially at my expense, but I’m not going easy on anyone I compete against.”

Taehyung hummed on the other end as 30 seconds left on the countdown timer signaled another match was about to start. “I know you won’t, but I do think it would throw you for a loop, so it’s better to mentally prepare for that kinda curveball now.”

Jungkook scoffed, getting ready for the next round. “Yeah, sure, alright. I’ll ‘prepare’ for it.”

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The next few days flew by thanks to your work shifts and you practicing pretty much every night leading up to the tournament. There wasn’t a reason for you to overdo it, but you liked to compete against others and do your best, so you practiced whenever you had the chance.

And it had paid off. Yoongi told you he could definitely see an improvement in the way you played.

“If I’m honest, I think you have a really good chance of going far. Not that I thought you didn’t before, but it’s even more evident now.” He gave you his signature gummy smile while the two of you were seated in the competitors waiting area.

“Thanks, Yoonie. By the way, where’s Jungkook?” You craned your neck to look around Yoongi, but the tall, dark-haired boy was nowhere to be seen.

“Ah, he’s probably chilling in the back. Says he has no interest in seeing other competitors play besides the ones he’s facing against. He does this every year.”

“Interesting,” you mused. “Does he know I’m competing this time?”

Yoongi shrugged, moving to stand. “Dunno. He didn’t say anything about it, so I doubt he knows. To be completely honest, I can’t wait to see the look on his face when he finds out.” He grinned.

You followed suit and stood from your spot, since you were in one of the first matches. “Bold of you to assume I’ll even go up against him.”

Yoongi’s grin widened. “Something just tells me you will. Call it divine intuition.”

“If you’re wrong, you owe me a coffee,” you suggested. It pulled a chuckle from the boy, which is what you had hoped for.

“Deal. But if I’m right?”

“Then I owe you a coffee. Or whatever beverage of your choice.”

“Sounds good to me,” Yoongi replied, leading you to where your match was set to start. “Best of luck, just remember what you’ve been working on and I’m sure you’ll be fine.” He gave you one last pat on the shoulder before leaving to go find Jungkook, or at least that’s what you assumed.

His first match wouldn’t be for a little bit, you knew that from the roster, but you didn’t want to focus on him right now. Your priority was pushing your nerves away and embracing the adrenaline rush that always came to you when competition was involved.

It was that kind of mindset that got your through your first match with a flawless victory. You took that feeling with you the rest of the way through your matches until the final one, where you knew you were going to need all the motivation you could muster.

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Jungkook miraculously somehow didn’t run into you at all during the tournament. This was probably because of 2 reasons:

1) He had no idea you were there to start with and 2) he didn’t stick around long enough to see who else was competing in his division whenever he finished his matches.

As soon as Jungkook defeated his opponents – which generally happened within the first minute or so of playing – he would make his way to the back room where he would scroll mindlessly through his phone until his next round time approached.

He blew through all his matches, ignoring Yoongi’s encouragement to stick around and watch the rest of the games unfold. Occasionally he would check in on Tae and watch him play a few games, but he knew Tae was bound to win so there wasn’t really much of a point to.

At last, it was time for the final match. Jungkook stretched as he was leaving the back room of the arcade, walking confidently with his hands in his pockets. He smirked the whole way there, admiring the looks he got from patrons who had been viewing the tournament the whole time with excitement.

He made it to the arcade machine before his opponent did, but he didn’t mind it at all. He rolled up his hoodie sleeves and ran a hand through his hair before letting it slightly fall back into his eyes. He peered over the heads of those in the crowd, looking for Yoongi since he was supposed to be around for every one of his matches.

When he spotted Yoongi, he smiled, watching as the man weaved his way through the thickening crowd. Jungkook’s smile faltered, however, when he saw who was following behind his friend, their hand wrapped up in Yoongi’s own.

“What the fuck?”

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“No fucking way,” you heard Jungkook exclaim when you got close enough. You rolled your eyes as you settled into your spot beside him, and he was still staring at you as if you had multiple heads.

You were growing impatient with his gawking so you whirled to face him. “Can I help you, Jungkook?”

He cracked that stupid, shit-eating grin you were unfortunately used to. “Nah, just wondering why you’re here. You lost, babygirl?”

“Ugh, do not call me that,” you answered immediately, focusing instead on Yoongi’s solemn face behind him instead of his words. “And no, I’m not lost. I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.”

Jungkook looked genuinely confused, it was almost laughable.

“Uhh…you do realize you’re in an arcade, yeah?”

You just nodded curtly, looking at the clock on the wall. There were still a few minutes left before your match was set to start, but you seriously just wanted it over with already.

“Arcades are where people go to play games,” Jungkook continued, speaking slower as if to get the point across. You huffed and your grip on the joystick in front of you tightened.

“I’m aware of that. I’m not fucking stupid.”

Jungkook’s sudden laughter annoyed you further. He propped an elbow onto the machine, leaning over and almost closer to you. “Never said you were. But if you know that, then again, why are you here?”

You gestured vaguely to the arcade machine in front of you. “Isn’t it obvious?”

Jungkook’s face dropped and it finally looked like he was understanding.

“Wait. You play games?”

“It would appear so, yes.”

“And you’re here for the competition?”

“Yup,” you popped your lips on the ‘p.’ “Why else would I willingly be around you this long?”

You didn’t even know why you were saying those words and you could tell Yoongi was surprised as well. You and Jungkook teased each other, sure, but you never showed any real animosity towards him.

However, he was really starting to irritate you with his ‘you’re a girl so you obviously don’t play games’ bullshit. You never tolerated it from anyone else before and you certainly weren’t going to start now.

Your words didn’t seem to faze him, though; if anything, he got even more cocky because of it.

“Damn, I don’t remember you being this feisty before. I like it.”

You groaned before he continued.

“What’d you have to do to get in by the way, did you blow the guy at the door or something?”

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Yoongi stepping forward while others around you ‘ooooh’ed at Jungkook’s jab. You held up your hand somewhat so Yoongi would know you could handle this, and he stopped moving.

“Nope, I’m here because of pure skill. And unlike some people, my talents extend past gaming.” You crossed your arms and stared at the clock again, seeing there was less than a minute now until you both would be able to start. Amidst the murmurs of the crowd you two had drawn, you heard Jungkook’s boisterous laugh.

“Oh babygirl, if you wanted to see my skills outside of this, I would be happy to oblige-”

“That’s enough, Kook,” Yoongi finally made his way up to you two and clapped a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. “Let her be. Just compete against her and show good sportsmanship about it.”

Jungkook’s brows knitted together. “Wait…so she’s actually my final opponent? Like for real? Yoon, you gotta be fucking with me.”

“Well, I’m not, and you would’ve known that if you paid attention to the results at the end of each round. But you didn’t and you’re here so suck it up and play.”

Jungkook’s bewildered expression nearly made you laugh, but you almost felt bad for him.

Almost. He got himself into this situation by ignoring Yoongi’s help, so you wouldn’t feel too much pity for him.

“If that’s too much for you, forfeiting is always an option.” You busied yourself with readjusting your necklace you were wearing while you causally threw that offer out there.

Jungkook glared at you then, and the usual fire rekindled back to life in his eyes. This is what you liked to see, since you were competitive by nature yourself.

Now the real fun could begin.

“In your dreams,” he grumbled, moving back to a standing position and cracking his knuckles. You recognized this as his ‘fighting prep stance’ since you’d observed it in the years prior when you would watch the tournament. This way, you knew Jungkook meant business and you couldn’t be more thrilled about it.

The person who was in charge of tracking time signaled that the two of you could start, so you rolled your shoulders back and prepared yourself.

“Ladies first,” Jungkook gestured to the arcade machine as he let you have first pick from the character select screen. “It’d be unfair for me to put you at a disadvantage early on.”

“Wow, such a gentleman,” you rolled your eyes and selected your best fighter. You couldn’t wait to wipe that stupid, smug smile off his face.

Jungkook only shrugged. “What can I say? Gotta make up for it now so I don’t feel too bad about the defeat I hand you later.”

“You sure talk a big game, now let’s see if you can back it up.” You crossed your arms while you waited for him to choose a character. He looked you up and down once before he gave you a lopsided grin.

“With pleasure.”

Jungkook looked at your character choice and scoffed, making you feel hot with exasperation.

“Kitana? Really? Well, guess that makes sense, seeing as you’re a girl and all.”

You bristled at the comment but quickly shook it off, fingers flexing around the joystick. You were both playing Mortal Kombat II, much to your delight, seeing as this is the game where some of your favorite characters had been introduced. You loved the classic first game, but you were more in your element with this one for sure.

“Pick someone, Kook. Don’t keep me waiting.”

He grinned and chose a character, clearly wanting to say more but deciding against it.

“I’ll go with Sub-Zero. He’s not my best character, but I’ll consider this a special match and go easy on you just this once.”

If you’d been gripping the joystick any harder, you’re sure you would have tore it off.

“Just fucking fight me already,” you grumbled, determined to not let him get the best of you. He was eating it up however, taking his sweet time choosing the stage for the two of you to fight on.

Once the stage was chosen and the game countdown ended, you got to work. The arcade combos were a little different than what you were used to, seeing as you generally played on a console with a controller, but you were a fast learner.

Unfortunately, you weren’t fast enough, seeing as Jungkook beat you in the first round. You had already known his gaming skills were impressive, but even he surpassed what you thought he could do.

“Aye, way to go, Kook!” You heard someone cheering from the crowd, and when you turned to look you could see it was Taehyung, who you knew solely by association. Jungkook turned too, giving his friend a thumbs up before returning his attention to the screen again.

You could tell from the corner of your eye that he was fixing his gaze on you, that ever present cocky grin at home on his face. You didn’t give him the time of day and instead looked to Yoongi in the crowd.

Yoongi was looking at you with soft eyes, and you saw him mouth ‘Proud of you.’ which reinvigorated you with a newfound confidence.

There were still 2 rounds to go, only 1 if he beat you again, but you had faith in yourself. If you could beat him even once just to see him squirm a little bit, then you’d be happy.

The next round started and this time, you chose a different technique. You worked on getting behind him at every opportunity so you could attack that way.

You heard Jungkook let out a surprise gasp beside you when you landed a combo that took out a significant chunk of his health. His movements started faltering and you used that to your advantage, landing more combos until finally, you had his health down to the last little bit-

You finished him off with a K.O. and the entire crowd quieted down. No one had ever beat Jungkook in any of the rounds he played during his 5 years as champion here and you had just put an end to that streak.

Behind you there was a cheer and you recognized who it was immediately. Yoongi was cheering for you, clapping his hands. You gave him a bright smile, noticing how Jungkook beside you had whirled around to also face Yoongi. You chanced looking and flinched at the pure venom Jungkook was sending Yoongi’s way with his glare.

Yoongi didn’t care, though. He told you he was there for both of you and supported you both equally, and he intended it to stay that way. A few other people in the crowd cheered now, and you noticed how Taehyung was staring at you with his jaw slack.

You swallowed. Was this really that big of a deal?

According to Jungkook it was, because he was starting the next round before you were properly situated. You worked fast to get your bearings about you and just barely avoided his first hit.

Your strategy from the previous game wasn’t going to work this time, that much you knew, since Jungkook was countering everything you’d thrown as him so far. You were almost sure you heard him actually growling as he ducked closer to the machine, as if that would help him play better.

As much as he was deterring your attacks, you were doing the same, and the countdown timer for the round was down to 30 seconds before either of you had gotten the other’s health down halfway.

Then, for reasons you were unsure of, Jungkook had faltered yet again in his technique.

It could’ve been because he was still flustered by your previous victory, but you weren’t letting the chance go to waste. You snuck behind him and landed your most powerful combo, getting his health down to a tiny sliver.

Jungkook looked absolutely defeated, trying his hardest to block your attacks and save his last little bit of health. It was to no avail, however, and the final round ended just as the previous one had.

You did it. You beat Jungkook. The Jeon Jungkook. You beat him at his own game.

The two of you had garnered quite the crowd during your match. There was a moment of pure silence before they erupted into cheers loud enough to almost make you want to cover your ears. Yoongi was rushing forward to congratulate you, and the smile on your face was widening by the second before you could even attempt to stop it.

Or at least it was until you looked over. Jungkook was bracing himself against the machine, staring at the screen with sheer incredulity, jaw clenched and looking like he might fall over any second.

You reached out a hand. “Jungkook-”

“Don’t fucking touch me,” he growled. You retracted your hand and took a step back. Tae was approaching him from the other side, a look of concern on his face. He looked up at you, eyes unreadable, and all you did was nod before you turned away to try and find Yoongi.

When you did, you were met with a hug so tight it knocked the breath out of you.

“You did it, you actually fucking did it! I still can’t believe it. I’m so proud of you!” Yoongi was beaming at you so brightly you couldn’t help but smile back, even though you were still worried about Jungkook. When you looked over your shoulder, you noticed he and Tae were both gone now.

You didn’t know why, but something about that caused a dull ache to gnaw away at your chest.

“We need to go celebrate. Let me call Luna and see if she wants to go out for drinks.” Yoongi was raising the phone to his ear before he asked “You down?”

You nodded, always happy to spend time with Yoongi and his girlfriend who you had also grown close to. You bit your lip as you continued to think about Jungkook, not used to this newfound worry.

“Perfect. We can get together in a few hours at the bar down the street.” He started talking through the phone receiver and you scanned the crowd one last time, hoping to see that unruly dark hair somewhere in the sea of people.

But you couldn’t find Jungkook. And that shouldn’t bother you, but for some reason, it did.

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“Jungkook, slow down!” Tae was jogging after Jungkook in an attempt to catch up to him. Jungkook had started speed walking away from the arcade, hands deep in his pockets and hood pulled up over his head. He didn’t even stop to get his second place prize because the very thought of it made his stomach churn.

How the fuck could something like this happen to him? And why did it have to be you who did it?

He was cursing your name under his breath when Tae finally managed to make it to his side, catching his breath as he held onto Jungkook’s sleeve.

“Kook, wait,” Tae said in between breaths. “Talk to me. What’s wrong-”

“Don’t you dare ask me that when you know good and fucking well what’s wrong.” Jungkook sneered and it made Tae cringe. He’d never seen Jungkook seething like this in all their years of friendship, and quite frankly, it made him feel unpleasant.

“Ok, so you got beat. Not a big deal, alright? Stop acting like it’s the end of the world.”

Tae’s attempt to lighten the mood did the exact opposite. Jungkook whirled around, eyes swirling with emotion, almost as black as obsidian.

“Not a big deal? Not a big deal?! How about you,” he stopped for a moment to poke Tae squarely in the chest, “get defeated and then come tell me how it fucking feels.”

Tae frowned, shoving Jungkook’s hand away. “Kook, in case you’ve forgotten, I did get beat. My first year in the tournament I got my ass handed to me during the last round of the last match. Do you remember what you told me? Hm?”

Jungkook stiffened because yes, he did remember, and now it was coming back to bite him in the ass.

“Firstly, you laughed and said I needed to suck it up and ‘get good.’ Granted, you were 19 then, so I let it slide because maturity and all that. But it’s basically the same thing, you lost and you need to take it in stride-”

“Tae, this shit isn’t supposed to happen to me. It’s me. I’m not supposed to be beat like this.”

“You’re not fucking perfect, Kook!” Tae had raised his voice in exasperation, but he took a deep breath before he continued. “Look. I’m going out tonight with a few others to celebrate me winning my division. And I’m not inviting you so I can rub it in your face, but I am inviting you because I think going out would help.”

Jungkook didn’t respond, instead choosing to stare at the pavement underneath their feet. They were only a few blocks away from the arcade but they had stopped beside one of the downtown restaurants.

“In fact, I’m highly encouraging you to go out tonight. Get tipsy, maybe meet someone and fuck all that frustration out of your system. You seem to be pretty good at that, from what you always brag about.”

At this comment, Jungkook cracked a tiny smile. Tae was right; maybe going out would be good for him. He needed some kind of stress relief after what he had just endured, and if that entailed drinking and fucking someone until all they knew was his name, then so be it.

“Fuck it, let’s go then.” Jungkook shrugged his hood off of his face and fixed Tae with his signature smirk.

Tae wrapped an arm around his shoulders and they continued walking. “That’s my boy! We can get ready at my place, unless you wanna head back and change first-”

“Nah, I can pick up chicks just as easy in this as I can anything else.” And it was true; Jungkook’s success rate with picking up women was relatively the same regardless of what he wore. His outfit of choice usually consisted of what he wore now: dark hoodie, fitted jeans, and some style of black combat boots to complete the look.

Tae nodded. “Fair enough. Off we go then!” He chatted the entire way back to his apartment, and Jungkook was only half-listening. The other parts of his brain were preoccupied with thoughts of someone it shouldn’t have been.

He found himself thinking about you, and your crestfallen face when he had snapped at you back at the arcade. He felt like maybe that should bother him-

-but every time he thought about the utter and humiliating defeat he suffered at your hands, he just got mad all over again.

So now, the only thought he would allow to enter his mind that pertained to you was a simple one: fuck you.

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Yoongi texted you to let you know he and Luna were waiting outside your apartment to drive to the bar. You had changed into something a little more on par for the occasion; a dress that hugged your figure and was long enough to reach mid-thigh, but still modest in the way that it left plenty to the imagination. Luna had actually bought this particular dress for you during one of your many shopping trips with her, so you knew she’d be delighted to see you in it.

You were proven right when you heard the excited squeal coming from the window of the passenger seat as you carefully stepped down the stairs outside your apartment.

“You look hot, that dress suits you so well,” Luna gushed to you as you got in the backseat and fastened your seatbelt. Yoongi chuckled from the driver’s seat.

Luna playfully smacked Yoongi’s arm before he put the car back into drive. “Yoonie! Doesn’t she look great? You better tell her right now.”

Both of you laughed at Luna’s persistence and then Yoongi locked eyes with you. “Yeah, you do look good, Y/N. You usually do though, so I don’t know why you,” he broke off to tickle Luna, making her giggle, “forced me to say that.”

“Because she should hear it from everyone!” Luna huffed as if to say that should have been obvious. Yoongi looked at you through the rearview mirror.

“Sorry, she’s already had some to drink tonight, so she’s a little more eccentric than we’re used to-”

“You love it and you fucking know it,” Luna cut him off with a kiss on his cheek. He smiled and returned it with a quick peck on the lips. You heart soared at the scene in front of you.

You were one of those people who ‘loved love,’ despite not being in a relationship yourself. You weren’t ready for something like that again, not after how your last one ended, but you could always be happy for those people who were in loving, healthy relationships. Especially if you were close to them, like you were these two.

“Alright, should we be off, then?” Yoongi put the car into drive and glanced once more at you and Luna in case either of you protested. You simply nodded and Luna was looking at her phone now, so Yoongi took that as his cue to leave.

The three of you arrived not much later since the bar wasn’t far. Your apartment complexes were thankfully located in a good part of town surrounded by popular venues so there was always something to do.

When all of you were seated and had drinks of your choice, you finally chose to ask the question that had been plaguing your mind.

“Has anyone checked on Jungkook?”

Yoongi’s face dropped a little bit and Luna just rolled her eyes.

“Yoongi tried to but Kook is being a giant baby and won’t accept his calls. He’s probably out getting trashed or something.”

“Luna,” Yoongi said with a little bit of a stern tone.

“What? It’s the truth. And I’m tired of seeing you two sulk about him. We are here to have fun. Jungkook can be a problem for tomorrow.”

Luna made it clear the situation wasn’t up for debate as she raised her glass. Yoongi looked at you and shrugged before doing the same, and you joined in, clinking yours against theirs in a toast for…something.

You weren’t really sure. Luna didn’t say anything, so maybe you thought it was for forgetting about Jungkook.

That was, unfortunately for you, easier said than done. It was made even harder when you saw that familiar head of curls walk into the bar several feet away.

“Fuck,” you said under your breath, chugging down the rest of your drink which admittedly was probably not your smartest idea. Yoongi pursed his lips and followed your line of sight. His eyes widened when he saw Jungkook.

“Well shit, who would’ve guessed he’d come here, too.”

“Certainly not me,” you let out a nervous laugh, feeling the alcohol finally start to settle in.

Luna was just coming back from the restroom and when she noticed Jungkook too, she rolled her eyes and grabbed your wrist. “You. Me. Dance floor. Now.”

You didn’t have time to protest, nor did you really want to. You knew Yoongi wanted to talk to Jungkook, and this would give him the perfect chance to.

“We are getting as far away from that asshole as possible,” Luna grumbled. When she had secured a spot on the floor, she started dancing, helping you move in time with the beat as she kept her hands on your waist.

Your anxiety was ebbing away slowly, thanks to the combined effort of Luna’s distraction and the alcohol finally taking effect, and you eventually forgot about Jungkook altogether for the time being.

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Jungkook walked into the bar behind Tae, a little less cheery about the outing than he had been a few hours prior. He just wasn’t really in the mood to mingle and would much rather sulk on his bed and re-watch old episodes of his favorite anime shows.

“Kook, find us somewhere to sit, I’ll go grab some drinks. You want your usual?” Tae was doing his best to help liven the mood and Jungkook really did appreciate him for it. He offered a small smile, even though it didn’t quite touch his eyes.

“Yeah, thanks TaeTae.”

Jungkook maneuvered himself through the slew of people standing around, trying to find an empty table that could seat a few others since he wasn’t sure how many would be joining him and Tae tonight. On his way to a free table he froze, recognizing the man sitting not 10 ft. away from him instantly.

Jungkook wasted no time walking over and spinning their chair around, met with a flustered Yoongi as he did.

“Jungkook, hey,” Yoongi managed to get out, clearly caught off guard since he’d been facing the opposite direction.

“Hey,” he said flatly. He didn’t take the time to think about why Yoongi might be at a bar alone and instead opted for getting straight to the point.

“You abandoned me.”

Yoongi’s face fell. “Kook-”

Jungkook held up a hand. “No, let me finish first, then you can say your piece.” He took a deep breath and Yoongi waited.

“You were supposed to be on my side, you know? Like fuck dude, I already have to share you with her in all other aspects of my life, but this was the one thing that was supposed to be sacred, supposed to be mine.”

Jungkook knew deep down he was acting like a child, but the image of Yoongi cheering you on while you defeated him would forever be burned into his brain and he couldn’t help but think of it as some form of betrayal.

Yoongi waited to see if there would be more before he straightened up in his chair. “Look kid,” he started, seeing Jungkook flinch at the term. “I know you’re upset, and you have a right to be. You feel like this is the end-all-be-all but it’s not. And regardless of how you feel, that’s no reason to take it out on me or Y/N just because she beat you.”

Jungkook backed up a step at Yoongi’s words, the hurt written all over his face. What hurt the most, though, was he knew Yoongi was right. It wouldn’t be fair for Jungkook to realistically hold a grudge against him or you.

But dammit, right now he was going to try.

“So you are taking her side. I should’ve fucking known,” Jungkook muttered. Yoongi took a deep breath and placed a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, half expecting him to move, but slightly surprised when he didn’t.

“I’m not taking anyone’s side and I know you know that.” He squeezed Jungkook’s shoulder for emphasis and Jungkook gulped. Yoongi was right, yet again.

Sometimes he really hated just how much Yoongi was right.

“Why are you here anyway? And why are you by yourself?” He was changing the topic, a typical Jungkook move to deflect attention away from what was bothering him. Yoongi wasn’t a fan of it, but for right now he didn’t want to fight back about it.

“I’m not by myself, Luna and Y/N are here too, we’re celebrating-”

Jungkook cut him off with a groan. “Of fucking course she’s here too.” He threw his hands up in exasperation and walked away from Yoongi, ignoring the call of his name as he got further from his best friend.

Jungkook parked himself at the table he’d found previously, turning all the way around so he wouldn’t have to see the table with Yoongi. The table where you would eventually find your way back to.

Honestly if Jungkook had to see you one more time today, he thought he may genuinely lose it-

“Yo, is that Y/N?” Tae’s voice cut through his thoughts and he gritted his teeth together.

“I don’t know, is it,” Jungkook answered in a mocking tone, ignoring Tae’s look of confusion while he took a sip of the drink now in front of him.

“I mean…pretty sure it is. You know her better than I do, but if that is her, she’s kinda really hot.”

This comment made Jungkook’s eyes dart up and look around, although he wasn’t sure why. Maybe he just wanted to confirm that Tae was looking at someone completely different.

But as he followed Tae’s line of sight, his eyes fell on you, and for a moment his breath was stolen from him.

He’d never seen you quite like this before, letting yourself go as you danced, seemingly not caring about the fact that your dress had hiked up high on your thighs, barely covering your ass now-

Tae was right, much to Jungkook’s disappointment. You looked good. Really good.

And he really fucking hated it.

“Yeah, that’s uh- that’s her.” He downed another quick gulp from his glass, shaking his head as the liquid surged down his throat.

“Holy shit,” Tae responded as he also took a drink from his own glass. “She’s by herself too; wonder if she’s here with a date.”

Jungkook looked at Tae with eyes full of horror, as if Tae had just admitted to committing one of the worst possible crimes. “You cannot be fucking serious right now, dude.”

Tae swirled his glass as he stared at it, the ice clinking against the sides. “So what if I am?” He brought up his gaze to pierce Jungkook, his eyes unreadable. “What does that matter to you? Last I checked, you pretty much despise her.”

Jungkook swallowed. Tae had a point – if he went and hit on you, it shouldn’t matter to Jungkook in the slightest. But for some reason the very idea of it made his blood boil, and he tried to drown that feeling in more alcohol.

“It doesn’t matter to me specifically, I just don’t know how you could consider sleeping with the enemy.”

Tae erupted into roaring laughter, patting the table with his hand as if Jungkook had just told him the funniest fucking joke. Jungkook grimaced.

“Oh man, ‘sleeping with the enemy,’ that’s a good one, Kook.” When Jungkook didn’t join him in his laughter, he rolled his eyes. “For fuck’s sake, she beat you in a video game. Lighten up and let a man get laid, yeah?”

Jungkook thought the burning sensation of anger that befell him now was from Tae’s proclamation of you having beaten him earlier. When he realized it was what else Tae had said, he downed the last of the contents in his glass and slammed it down onto the table.

“Fuck,” he cursed out, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked out at you in the crowd once more, painfully aware yet again of how attractive you looked tonight, and how much it was driving him crazy that he noticed.

It really pissed him off that you were out here having fun, looking this good, and his friend was fucking fawning over you as if you didn’t just ruin part of his life earlier.

He needed to find a girl and fast.

Luckily, he managed to spot a familiar face near you on the dance floor, currently cozied up to another girl. Tae had already started making his way to you – or at least that’s what Jungkook assumed he was doing – so he followed suit and strolled into the thicket of people himself.

As Jungkook passed by, he could see Tae was already putting the moves on you, and you were smiling so sweetly at him that it almost made Jungkook’s stomach flip. He tried to avoid you, but you weren’t letting him off the hook that easily.

“Jungkook,” you called for him as you tugged on his sleeve. With a frustrated sigh, he turned to face you and immediately regretted it when he did. Tae had moved slightly off to the side, chatting with someone else now, but still in your general proximity.

This close to you – and it was pretty fucking close considering you were both standing in between a sea of other dancing bodies – he could see just how plump your lips were and how much your eyes still managed to shimmer in the dim lighting of the bar.

Jungkook’s breathing was stuttered, but he quickly regained his composure.

“What do you want,” he asked, tone dripping in pure malice. You frowned and he almost wished he could take it back-

-but his brain reminded him he’s supposed to be pissed off at you, so he didn’t do that.

“I just wanted to make sure you’re ok is all. You rushed off before I could talk to you-”

“Why the fuck would I want to talk to you after you humiliated me like that,” he was having to raise his voice to be heard over the music, but it must’ve looked to you like he was getting angrier, if the way you slightly cowered was anything to go by.

Nonetheless, you turned your chin up at him in defiance, and that stirred something inside of him, but he chalked it up to the buzz setting in.

“For the record, I never intended to humiliate you. And despite what you may think, I don’t dislike you. I actually really enjoyed playing against you-”

“I don’t want to stand here and listen to this,” he tugged his sleeve from your grasp and started to walk away, but not before he added over his shoulder “Have fun being a whore for someone else tonight.”

He didn’t dare look at your face and he was mentally kicking himself for letting those words fall from his lips. He’d never treated you that way before, and now wasn’t a good example of a time to start when you were just trying to check on him.

Sober Jungkook would have handled that much differently, but Tipsy Jungkook?

Yeah, he could be a bit of a prick sometimes.

He managed to make it to the other girl without much trouble, only bumping into other dancers a few times. When he was in front of her, she blinked her eyes and her smile stretched slowly into a grin.

“Well, if it isn’t Jungkook,” she said in a neutral tone. “It’s been a while.”

He nodded to the other girl who was still clinging to her back, looking a little worse for wear. “Yeah, it uh, it has."

“So what brings you over here then? Surely you didn’t come all the way across the dance floor just to see me?”

He gave her his best confident smile, and the way she melted under his gaze he knew he had her hooked.

“That’s exactly why I came over here,” he ducked down to continue speaking to her where only she would hear, his lips ghosting along the shell of her ear. “I remember how good you feel wrapped around me and I just couldn’t stay away.”

He pulled back to see the way her eyes widened and her breathing quickened.

Oh yeah, she was going to end up in his bed tonight.

“I-I um…I need to make sure my friend gets home safe first. I’m DD tonight so-”

“Not a problem, baby. You still have my number, right?” She nodded, clearly affected by his voice that was oozing charm and sounded as sweet as honey.

He flashed her another dazzling smile. “Great. Just text me later and I can send you my address again.”

He was going to have her text him and make it seem like he was being considerate, but in actuality, he forgot her fucking name and wasn’t bothering to try to remember it. Plus, her taking her friend home would give him a little more time to sober up so he could fuck her properly the way he wanted to.

As the girl moved to get her friend away from the crowd and outside, Jungkook was confidently strolling back to his table, making sure he double-checked that he had everything before calling an Uber. He also needed to let Tae know he was dipping out.

Unfortunately, Tae was still enamored by you, so Jungkook was forced to see you in some capacity at least one more time before he left.

“Hey, Tae, I’m about to get an Uber back to my place. You gonna be alright?”

Jungkook tried his hardest to ignore the way your arms were wound around Tae’s neck and how Tae had his hands practically digging into your waist, holding you flush against his chest. From where Jungkook was standing, he could see the cleavage spilling from your dress now since you were squished up against Tae.

He shut his eyes quickly and looked to the side. Not for your modesty or anything like that, but because he was getting turned on by fucking cleavage of all things, and not just any cleavage, but yours.

“What? Oh, Kook, hey! Yeah, I’ll be fine. Y/N offered to give me a ride home.” Jungkook saw Tae wink at you and his jaw clenched.

“Yeah ok whatever, just get home safe.” After that he strolled back to the table and confirmed he hadn’t left anything before stepping through the door of the bar out into the cool night air. An Uber arrived to pick him up a few minutes later, and Jungkook was just thankful he was still wearing his hoodie because he’d never live it down if a fucking Uber driver of all people noticed he was somewhat hard.

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Hours later he was hard again, but this time he had his dick shoved down the throat of the girl from the bar.

She had dropped to her knees almost immediately after making it to his bedroom, and he wasn’t going to complain. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, still mostly clothed, as was she, but the way she was taking his cock had her makeup smearing as tears rolled down her face.

“Fuck, just like that,” he praised her, grip tight in her hair as he pushed her down further. He could hear the choked gasp when he hit the back of her throat, and he at least had enough of a memory to know that this girl in particular liked choking on his cock.

Nonetheless, he still let her know that if it was too much she just had to tap his thigh and he’d release his hold on her. She hadn’t yet though, so he picked up his pace as he began thrusting harder into her mouth.

“Shit, baby, your mouth feels so good,” he was letting out soft moans, not quite worked up enough to be loud, but thoroughly enjoying himself still. Getting sucked off was probably one of his favorite ways to relieve stress.

Everything was going fine until he looked down again-

-and instead of seeing her face, he was picturing yours.

“Oh shit,” he exclaimed, and the girl thought it was because of what she was doing, so she moaned around him in her mouth, the vibrations bringing him more pleasure.

He closed his eyes tightly, swallowing once before moaning again. He figured it was just a fluke, a one-time thing, it wouldn’t happen again-

But when he looked at her a second time, your face was still all he could imagine.

And that got him a lot closer than he wanted in that moment.

Picturing you instead of the girl on her knees in front of him had his high approaching faster and he was severely confused by it. Maybe he was still too tipsy to really differentiate what kind of images should and should not be arousing him?

Well, he knew that was a lie; Jungkook had very much sobered up so he couldn’t blame what was happening on the alcohol.

So he instead decided to place the blame on you and your outfit choice for the night. It wasn’t his fault you chose to go out dressed up like that, drawing the attention of plenty of other bargoers, he was sure.

And the idea of you taking Tae home had him tangling his fingers in the other girl’s hair so hard that she actually whimpered, which was something he had not heard from her before.

He had enough of a mind to check on her, pulling her off of him to make sure she was alright. She simply pouted and nodded her head before he guided her back and she swallowed him down in one go.

Her throat constricting around him again had him focusing on her and what her sinful lips can do.

Maybe if he tried looking down just one more time…

He did and immediately had to pull her off. Because she had just hollowed out her cheeks and holy fuck imagining you like that for him almost had him blowing his load-

Yeah, this could not be healthy for him. He needed to fuck her and come back to his senses.

“What’s the matter,” she asked and he almost cringed at the sound of her voice. It wasn’t what he wanted to hear, who he wanted to hear.

“Nothing, I just really wanna fuck you now,” he pulled her in for a kiss before asking “Do you want me to?”

She nodded her head vigorously, making him smirk. He started shedding his clothes and she did the same. Jungkook got off the bed to find a condom, and when he returned she was already on the bed in the position she knew he liked: face down, ass up.

He figured that he really must have left an impression on the women he fucked if they remembered all the things he liked.

He settled in behind her and ripped the foil with his teeth, putting the condom on a second later. He smacked her ass, relishing in the sound she let out when he did. He had the decency to make sure she was wet enough too despite her practically begging for him, lunging two fingers inside of her and stretching them out. The feeling of her slick walls told him she was more than ready to take him.

He pushed in slowly at first, inch by inch so she could get adjusted to the stretch. She was holding onto the bed sheets, sighing out his name, begging for him to move. Once he bottomed out, he swiftly pulled back until just the tip remained sheathed in her heat, before ramming into her all the way.

“Oh fuck, Jungkook,” she moaned out, his thrusts moving her more up the bed and almost making her collide with the headboard, if it hadn’t been for his forceful grip on her hips pulling her back. He grunted with the effort, pleased that now he could stare at the back of her head instead of her face, and maybe now he wouldn’t be thinking about you-

Well fuck. He was still thinking about you while trying not to think about you.

When had you invaded all the corners of his mind? And how the fuck was he going to get you out?

He was pulled back to reality when the girl let out a whine, noticing that he had slowed down somewhat.

“Jungkook, fuck me, please,” she begged for him and he felt his cock twitch. What he wouldn’t give to have you underneath him begging like that-

It was obvious to him then that maybe what he needed was to just fuck and get it over with and then the thoughts of you would disappear, too. Clearly trying to fight it wasn’t getting him anywhere, so he let it consume him instead.

And it certainly made a world of difference.

If he closed his eyes, he could picture you laid out underneath him, ass up in the air and screaming for him to pound into you until you couldn’t walk anymore. And God, the sounds you would make, he could just imagine it now-

“Jungkook,” the girl moaned out his name again, pulling him out of his reverie. He didn’t want that, didn’t want to hear her calling out his name.

“Shut up and take it,” he gritted, not really caring about being mean since again, he knew that she was one of the ones who liked it. The excited whine he was met with further confirmed that, and he kept fucking into her faster. He flexed his fingers, digging harder into her flesh when he felt her walls tighten around him.

He was focusing on you again, thinking about what you sounded like, wondering whether you would moan or whimper the harder he fucked into you, picturing how you looked when he had you completely fucked out. Each image that flashed through his mind made his release seem more and more inevitable until-

“Go harder, Jungkook, please,” the girl practically screamed from under him. He smacked her ass again, harder this time, making her whine.

“I told you to shut the fuck up and take what I give you,” he growled. “And since it seems you can’t listen,” he continued, pulling her up by her hair, “it looks like I’m going to have to make you.”

His hand that had wound its way into her hair snaked around and clamped over her mouth, muffling her cries as he fucked her harder and deeper. The new angle with her up almost flush against him had his hips almost stuttering.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he moaned out, letting his head fall back and his eyes screw shut from the ecstasy he was feeling in this moment. His long hair was damp with sweat, and his abs were flexing with the exertion as he somehow again managed to pick up his pace. The girl was screaming into his hand now, her tight walls clenching around him and coaxing out his orgasm much faster now.

“Holy shit, you feel so good around me--” he had just enough of a grip on himself to stop before he continued, because he knew the next word that was about to come flying out of his mouth was your name, and that would be a bit hard to explain to the girl he was fucking into oblivion right now.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum soon, fuck, shit,” Jungkook was getting more vocal now as he felt the coil in him threatening to snap, not sure if she was also close yet, but using her to get himself there anyway. He’d return the favor, of course, but he needed to get off first and get you out of his mind.

“Gonna let me use this pussy however I want?” he moaned by her ear, being rewarded with another loud scream and the flutter of her walls around him. “Yeah? Gonna let me fuck you the way I like? Fuck you hard enough you can’t walk for days?”

The girl was nodding behind his palm, tears running down her face again. Fuck, what he wouldn’t give to have you crying from pleasure, pleasure he was giving you.

She reached a hand around and tugged on his locks, pulling a loud groan from him and providing him with the last push he needed to drag him over that edge.

“Fuck, I’m cumming, ah-”

Moments later he filled up the condom, listening to the girl’s continued cries behind his palm and still imagining she was you as he thrusted a few more times to ride it out. When he was done, he removed his hand from around her mouth and pulled out of her carefully, letting her fall back onto the bed, her breathing rapid.

He had just experience what was easily one of the best orgasms he’d had in a while, and he was still breathing pretty hard himself.

After he disposed of the condom, he crawled back into the bed, flipping the girl over and surprising her. He pulled her down the bed to where his face was in between her legs, spreading them wide for him. He looked up at her fucked out expression, pleased with himself that even though she hadn’t cum yet, he had still managed to ruin her this much already.

When her eyes landed on him, she moaned again. He gave her a smile and simply said “I’m not done with you yet,” before he attached his mouth to her clit.

The reaction was immediate, the girl nearly screeching as her hands found purchase in his hair again, tugging at the dark strands and making him groan in return. He flicked his tongue across her clit fast and with enough pressure to have her squirming, and when he plunged two fingers inside and crooked them just right, he knew it wouldn’t be long before she’d be falling apart.

“Jungkoo-”

He placed a smack on her thigh, making her stop herself with a moan.

“Just moan for me. Don’t speak, just wanna hear all those pretty sounds you can make,” he instructed her before he continued his ministrations against her cunt. She obeyed him and he was grateful for it.

He didn’t want to hear her talk, because whenever she did, it messed up the illusion that it was you. He blamed his continued thoughts about you on him still being in his post-orgasm high, picturing you as the one squirming with your hands buried in his hair as he had you exploding all over his tongue again and again.

The vision made him shut his eyes with a grunt, causing his dick to twitch again. Before he could get lost in the idea further, he felt the girl clench harder than she had the whole night, followed by a loud scream and gushing of her release around his fingers. He continued to fuck into her with his fingers at a rapid pace, collecting every bit of her release with his tongue before she pushed him away due to oversensitivity.

When it was all said and done, they were laying beside each other in the bed, the only sound being their shared labored breathing as they both stared up at the ceiling. The two of them knew how this would go: either she would ask to stay the night, or she would leave. Jungkook always left the decision up to his guests unless he just didn’t vibe with them like that, so he didn’t make any moves to ask her to leave or help her get comfortable. The choice was up to her, and she knew it.

Instead of voicing what she wanted, however, she did something unexpected.

“Where the fuck did all that come from,” she asked, still somewhat breathless. Jungkook propped himself up on an elbow so he could look down at her, relieved now that he was actually seeing her face and no one else’s.

“What do you mean? You know I’ve always fucked you good.”

She chuckled at that. “No, I know, believe me. You’re still one of the best I’ve ever had.” He smirked at that while she continued. “But something about it was…different tonight. It’s a good different but still different.”

Jungkook’s brows furrowed. “Care to elaborate?”

“Well,” she thought about it for a second, “for a little bit it felt like you were just using me for your own pleasure, instead of simply acting like you were. Like, you were basically fucking me to get out something that had you worked up. Not that I’m complaining,” she added when she saw Jungkook’s expression, “I just thought it was interesting. That’s all.”

Jungkook nodded curtly, not even reacting when the girl placed a gentle kiss underneath his jaw. When she leaned back, she patted his cheek.

“I’m gonna head home, but maybe I’ll see you around, yeah?”

Jungkook nodded again, giving her a parting kiss before watching her gather her things and leave his bedroom. He heard the click of his front door being shut once she exited, and suddenly his apartment was much too quiet for him.

Hell, maybe he should’ve asked her to stay this time around. At least that way he’d have some company that could keep him out of his head where his thoughts were still filled with you.

He sighed heavily and got up to take a shower, scrubbing the events of the night away and hoping that with each second he spent under the waterfall, he could wash away those pesky lingering thoughts about you. He soon realized that was just wishful thinking and when he laid down in bed once more, now clean and in fresh clothes, his mind was running rampant.

He didn’t like it. He was supposed to hate you, like utterly despise you. But for some reason, he felt like he couldn’t do it anymore, and he didn’t know why.

And that terrified the absolute fuck out of him.

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I have seen that genshin impact used to have lyrics to the intro log in thing. That has nothing to do with this post but since I have said that Bethany or Beth is most likely going to be an oc….I did a thing. I made her an oc. Oh and another oc because I can and I’m bored when I don’t sleep.

Idk if I should make a picture to show how I see her and the other oc. But here’s both of their information I guess. Is there a right way to do this?

Name: Bethany/Beth

Age: 19

Pronouns: She/her

Background story: She was your friend in middle school but once you got into High school and beyond she became the literal definition of a ‘Demon’. She noticed how you started to get more attention and more friends. Not really noticing that you were just nice while she was being mean and rude. Over time she began to do things to get you in trouble.

Personality: Bossy, rude, manipulative, can sometimes be viewed as yandere from others.

Likes: writing stories, reading, horror stories and romance novels.

Occupation: A pick me girl and wanting to become a author

I made a piccrew…I kinda regret it

I mean she’s cute but she’s a pick me girl —————

•Next OC!!•

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Name: Atlas

Child age: 7

Other age: 19

Pronouns: He/him

Background story: As Atlas was your childhood friend you both hung out together. Your parents knew each other before they both decided to have kids, basically you knew Atlas from age 0. While being friends since a young age sounds fun it brings some problems with it. Atlas really doesn’t seem to be liked by others because the kids at school would pick on him for any reason. But kids are like that so he just ignores it. Until people started to as why your friends with him, that causes a small cat fight between you two. You both ended the fight with his parents taking him home after hanging out. Later on the drive home they got into a car crash causing both his parents to die. He was 7 when that happened and the last time he saw you.

Personality: Yandere, energetic, sleepy, smart af.

Yandere type: A clingy little shit that wants hugs anytime of the day, obsessive, manipulative, and not the type to kill but to ruin someone’s life as he doesn’t like blood.

Likes: Taking Pictures, sleeping, murder mystery’s.

occupation: Deciding if he wants to be a photographer or not. But right now he’s working at a cafe to earn some money.

Appearance: Black curly hair with a few white highlights and dark blue eyes

I don’t have a picture for him at the moment…sorry.

Also the ‘Child age’ thing is when I will use him when he is a child and the ‘other age’ is for anything else when not referred to a child.

So when I use Bethany in other writings you know how she will act but it will change sometimes (ex. Enemies to lovers). With Atlas it changes with what the scenario is. As for example if I wrote about ‘if reader had a childhood friend in SAGAU’ and it implies that they are older than a child then so is Atlas. But it it’s something like ‘if everyone turned into kids’ + whatever fandom you know he’s gonna be 7.

I don’t know why is explained this but I did. Bye and see you all another time!

[mellowswriting]

Cuddling

**This was the most requested headcanon and I had so much fun writing it! Enjoy!!

Mando: 

There were many things Mando didn’t realize he was missing out on until he met you. Basic things, like a healthy eating and sleeping schedule or having someone to just exist with in his ship. But the first time you curled up against him with your head tucked into his neck and one arm tossed over his chest… well, he was damn glad it was pitch black in the bunk so you couldn’t see how red his face had become.

How had he missed out on this for so long? The skin on skin, the feeling of your heartbeat and slow, peaceful breathing… having you in his arms is absolute heaven.

Once he realizes just how much he loves cuddling you, Mando will pull you against him literally whenever he wants. He loves pulling you into his lap when he’s piloting, especially when you straddle his thighs and just snuggle right into him, chest to chest. The amount of times he’s slung his arm over your shoulder and tucked you into his side while you sat in some cantina makes you automatically slide closer to him without a second thought.

He doesn’t really have a favorite way to cuddle you - anytime he has his hands on you is a good time - but he does particularly enjoy the post-sex, hazy cuddling. Your hands wander in the darkness, your fingers trail down his sternum and over his belly, along his ribs. It almost tickles, but your touch feels so damn good. The warmth of his skin against yours, still sweat slick and sensitive, soothes a need deep inside him to have you close and safe.

Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales:

Frankie is a very hands on lover. If it isn’t the all-encompassing press of his entire body against yours, he’s at the very least got one hand on you somewhere. He’ll pull your legs into his lap while the two of you are sitting on the couch together, curl one hand over your inner thigh while he’s driving and singing along to the radio in his truck, tuck his hand into your back pocket while you’re out in public together.  

But if he had his way, Frankie would just crush you into his bed every second of every day. He’s the type to wrap his arms around you and tuck one leg between your thighs and just… hold you close. It’s one of the few times where his mind can go peacefully blank, all his worries and stress falls away and the only thing that he can focus on is the warmth of your skin.

Frankie loves either almost or completely naked cuddling. As much skin on skin as he can manage, and this man is in heaven.

He prefers to spoon you, to wrap you up in his arms and bury his face in your hair. He can feel your breathing, every shift of your body in your sleep, and on the nights where he can’t sleep, it’s easy to ground himself with the line of your entire body against his.

Another thing about Frankie? He’s possessive. Not in a demeaning way, but it’s just that… you’re his, just like he’s yours. The boys rib him about it hard, too, but it doesn’t deter him. Frankie will still pull you into his lap and latch those greedy hands onto your thighs or ass with a shrug. No shame with this one.

Javier Peña:

Ugh. This man.

For someone who claims not to love it, he’s an amazing cuddler. He presses kisses all over your shoulder, face, and neck, rubs his hands over your arms and thighs in soothing circles, and just… holds you. Tight and firm against his chest, which rumbles so nicely as he mumbles about anything that pops into his head as he tries to fall asleep.

He grumbled the first few times but once you get situated against him, good luck getting away. The few times you’ve tried to get up to pee or get water always results in him pulling you closer the second you start to wiggle away and almost whining when you finally break free. If you give him a few kisses and promise to come back to him immediately, he’ll let you go. But if you’re gone longer than a couple minutes, he’s coming to find you and drag you back into his bed so he can snuggle you and fall back asleep.

Javier would never admit it aloud let alone ask for it, but he wants you to lay on him. Like, full on, chest to chest, your face tucked into his shoulder and your legs tangled with his. The full-body press of your weight against him is beyond calming and every time you do crawl on top of him, he could just tear you apart. It’s such an intense feeling, it explodes in his chest and all he can do is wrap his arms around you and dig his fingertips into your soft flesh.  

Ezra:

After a long and exhausting day of harvesting, Ezra loves curling up with you. His body is aching, his mind exhausted, and you provide a solace that can’t be found anywhere else. He loves to lay his head on those soft thighs of yours and doze while you read or tinker with whatever metal you’re trying to fix. 

It’s impossible for him not to hold you or be held by you in some way. If you sit down next to him, he’s pulling you as close as possible, as if he’s trying to meld the two of you together, consume you, make you his entirely. 

These are the times that Ezra really feels like he doesn’t deserve you. You’re so...soft. So giving. So gentle. Ezra doesn’t see himself as a good man. The exact opposite, actually. How could he ever deserve so much good? He only whispers those fears to you in the dead of night, when all has settled and the only sounds are the steady whirring of pod’s the air filters and you’re practically on top of each other on the cot only meant for one. You just hold him as he speaks, running your fingers through his curls and resisting the urge to interrupt him. He deserves to get it all out. 

But once he’s done. You whisper your praises right back to him, pausing every few words to kiss him anywhere you can reach; his cheeks, his lips, his neck, his chest. You tell him how much you love him, how admirable his hard work is, how funny he is, how his voice drips like honey with that drawl that gives you shivers. He’ll hold you even tighter, something you didn’t think possible.

Marcus Pike:

PERFECT BOYFRIEND ALERT

However you’re willing to cuddle him, Marcus is there and ready to goooo!!! He lives for those early morning, groggy moments where he’s just woken up and the very first thing he sees is you, your face slack and peaceful with sleep, a bit of drool collecting at the corner of your mouth. If he’s sure you’ve gotten a good amount of rest, Marcus happily kisses you awake and keeps you in bed for as long as possible. It feels so natural, it has from the very beginning.

Marcus is the type who knows what he wants, but his previous heartbreaks have him hesitant in that sureness. The first time he woke up with you on his chest like that had been entirely unintentional. Neither of you had meant to fall asleep, obvious by the fact that he was still in his slacks and you in your jeans, and Marcus didn’t want to intrude or be presumptuous, so he tried to slip away. You woke, of course, and he tried to apologize, but you just smiled at him and said, “You’re so warm. Get back over here.” Marcus was in awe as you began unbuttoning his dress shirt, muttering about wanting him to be comfortable. Once he was down to his boxers and you were down to your tank top and underwear, you just snuggled right back up to him. You rubbed your cheek on his bare chest as you settled in and it took Marcus’s breath away. That was when he knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life like this with you.

And he makes good on that every single day.

His favorite place to cuddle is in his bed. The plush mattress and soft blankets make it even more comfortable to lay with you for hours like he wants to. Marcus loves spooning because he can touch you all over; he can hold your hand, rub your thighs, grab onto your ass. Plus it’s the perfect way to wake up when you playfully grind against his morning wood.

But the ultimate position? Your legs over his shoulders, his head leaned back towards your belly. It’s his favorite way to prop his head up to see the television as you lean against the headboard and read a book, the two of you simply enjoying each other's presence and warmth.

Max Phillips:

Fuck, you’re just so fucking warm and soft and Max cannot get enough. His body temperature isn’t frigid, just a few ticks below normal thanks to his undead status, but it’s enough to be able to notice a difference. You warm him up better than any steaming cup of coffee or heavy blanket ever could.

That’s why he straight up lays on top of you. Max ignores your grunts and annoyed sounds as he clambers on top of you and buries his face in your neck. He can hear your pulse, smell the sweet, delicious smell of your blood, and feel your warmth like this. You’ve practically got a purring vampire on your hands like this.

Max loves to feed off of you while he snuggles and I refuse to believe otherwise. He gives you the puppy dog eyes even though he really doesn’t need to beg. The sight of you sweeping your hair off to one shoulder is enough to have him squishing you into the mattress and burying his teeth in your neck.

He’s even more handsy when he’s practically drunk on your blood. Max is 100% gonna try to fuck you while he feeds off of you.

Pero Tovar:

Pero didn’t really know the simple pleasure of curling up with someone he loved. He knew fucking, usually a utilitarian visit to a brothel to ease some of the tension that plagued him. That wasn’t the kind of situation he stuck around to cuddle afterwards. You show him, though.

The first time you turned over to lay your head on his chest, Pero didn’t know what the fuck to do with himself. He kept his hands raised with his elbows propped up on the mattress and stared down at you with his eyebrows furrowed. Eventually he lets his arm settle over your shoulders but that’s as far as he goes, not yet realizing that he can find comfort here.

Slowly but surely, Pero begins to find solace in your embrace and once he learns that it makes you feel safe and loved, he can’t get enough. He craves it, the feeling of your body pressed against his under the blankets of your shared bed, the way you rub his calves with your feet, the contrast of your soft, supple skin against his scarred body.

He’s a nuzzler, especially when he first wakes up. He loves to rub his face against your neck and shoulder, especially since his facial hair makes you giggle and squirm against him. It’s a delightful, bright sound and the perfect way to start his day. It can be difficult to convince either of you to get out of bed to tend to your daily chores. Yes, the firewood needs to be cut and there are clothes that need mending, but a few more minutes spent in each other’s arms won’t hurt, right?

Maxwell Lord: 

Not gonna lie, the first few times you were in Maxwell’s bed was not for soft and sweet purposes and there wasn’t any cuddling happening afterwards, either. No, it was always hot and heavy sex followed by snatching up clothes and leaving with a wink and the promise of ‘see you next time’. It was therapeutic, the mutual stress relief of meaningless sex.

Until it suddenly wasn’t so meaningless.

That first time Maxwell woke up in your bed had been entirely accidental. Both of you were absolutely exhausted before he fucked you into your mattress, so afterwards you were dead to the world. He was only going to close his eyes for a few minutes, but then he woke up with his chest pressed against your back and your hair in his face and why the fuck wasn’t he panicking. He feels like he should be panicking. But instead, the soft rise and fall of your chest was mesmerizing. Maxwell blamed the fact that your breasts were still bared for his greedy eyes and shook it off.

The second time, though? Maxwell found himself needing you there. The last time the two of you had sex, you had left his penthouse with a lingering kiss and a satisfied smile that had pride burning a hole through his chest, but he couldn’t fucking sleep. So when you sighed and swung your legs over the side of his bed, Maxwell’s arms wrapped around your waist and dragged you back to the middle of his huge bed.

“It isn’t safe for you to be walking around at night, you can wait until morning.” But you could see through his convenient excuse right to the vulnerability in those pretty brown eyes. So you laid right back down and couldn’t help but smile when Maxwell’s arm hesitantly fell over your waist. The way you melted into his embrace made Maxwell pull you flush against him and bury his face in your hair.

That morning you woke up to Maxwell getting dressed and what a sight that was. The moment he realized, he left the room and returned a moment later with a coffee from your favorite cafe. He was almost bashful when he shrugged and said he had it delivered so you wouldn’t have to rush out. You weren’t bashful about dragging him back into the bed, though. Ever since then, it was an unspoken and expected comfort.

Maxwell likes spooning. He feels like he’s keeping you safe with his body curled around yours. And if you’re entirely naked against him, he’s even happier. All of that bare skin for his greedy hands…

He also loves laying his head on your chest. You always play with his hair (you’re the only person he lets do that, too) and it makes shivers dance along his skin. Again, bonus if you’re naked but there’s no guarantee that he won’t tease your nipples until they’re pebbled and sensitive.

[interact-if]

Taking the spotlight for Day 6... Lucirene!

Lucirene, author of An Angel’s Song

Latino Heritage Month Featured Author

In the forest of Bres an otherworldly sickness corrodes the soil and changes the creatures within. “A parting gift from the fallen angels”  say the citizens of the Hyaku Region and the mark on your hand confirms it.

Though the scent travelling in the air is sweet and enticing everyone knows better than to get closer. But the mark, it pulses, it burns, the pain spreading as fast as the corruption of the forest does.

Your masters are calling, and it seems like this time you cannot escape them.

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Tags: dark fantasy, romance

(INTERVIEW TRANSCRIPT UNDER THE CUT!)

Q1: So, tell us a little bit about the projects you’re working on!

I have so many, but the only one public is An Angel’s Song. It’s, more than anything, a story about grief, loneliness and overcoming it all while navigating a hostile environment and discovering long lost secrets about the Divine and about the MC’s country. That one is very cathartic for me to make because of the themes, I feel like I’m working through a lot of feelings I didn’t even realize I had by writing it.

The next one is also an IF and it focuses on comedy, adventure and character interaction. It’s supposed to be more lighthearted, more fun, but knowing me… I don’t know if it’ll stay that way. Basically, it goes: A Captain’s boat falls prey to the storms and the strange creatures living under the sea, and they and their crew end up washing ashore an icy, snowy country. I already have the main cast written down and they have so much synergy, it’s amazing.

And the last one I’ll talk about (a traditional novel) actually happens in the same setting as my second IF, but many, many years before, when their local deity/guardian was born. It’s more of a romance-fantasy than anything, a love story between a Goddess and a half-dragon, however it also showcases many of the situations the people had to navigate and face before their country could become the place you’ll see in my second IF.

Q2: What excites you most about using interactive fiction? What are some of the biggest challenges?

What I like most definitely is how much freedom we have as authors. Of course, one is constrained by one’s ability to code but I think, for the most part, we can do so many things, reach an entirely new level of immersion that would not be possible with a regular novel. It’s amazing how sometimes I’m reading something and get so into it, feel so connected to the MC I feel dread when they do, panic when they have to make a choice that will clearly impact a lot of people in their world. With IF you can really feel like you’re part of the story.

Another thing I like is being able to explore other paths with my writing. Like for example, what if the MC had done this instead of that? How would that have affected their relationships, their world state? Writing branches is a lot of work, especially because they could change so many things, but it feels oddly satisfying when you do decide to include them. 

Challenges… Coding, mainly. I feel like a lot of new aspiring IF authors are a bit afraid of coding and I can understand that, especially since, had it not been for the help of the community, I would have taken way longer to actually start using Twine. Hopefully with time for resources come up and it becomes less daunting.

I don’t know if any other author feels the same way but, though I think branching is a blessing, it is also a curse. I can only write the same conversation so many times, I mean I know I’m writing it in different tones and sometimes with different results but it gets frustrating after a while because it feels like you’re stuck, like you’re not progressing at all.

Another one would definitely be finding a balance between reader interaction and just following your vision. Since it’s IF at times I feel like I have to meet a quota of branches or ways in which you can react, sometimes I also find it difficult to make the MC feel like a real person instead of a reader-insert. I’m working on that.

Q3: What has been something in your project you’ve had to do a weird amount of research for?

That’s a difficult one… I don’t know if I would consider it weird but I do tend to investigate a lot about fashion, especially when designing the main outfits of the characters. I spend hours trying to find out what colors were used back then, what they meant, who was allowed to use them. I have this little image with some palettes for kimonos depending on the season.

I also spend too much time coming up with names, especially for places. Like I look up names of places that already exist, what they mean, I try to investigate if the words that I want to use make sense, then I panic because I can’t find anything, but I think that’s usual for writers. I also spent more time than necessary researching for the name of a tree that you will see way later in the book, which no one will probably notice what the name of the tree means or what it symbolizes but it makes me happy.

Honestly, I feel like the amount of research I have had to do has not been particularly weird? If anything at times I think I should research more, even if some aspects of Japanese culture will not apply to Kyou.

Q4: Which of your characters is most like you? How?

The initial version of the MC from An Angel’s Song, which I miss dearly since they had more personality. They were autistic coded too, and I hope some traces of that still remain. Apart from that I feel like all of the characters from the main cast share something with me, even if their experiences are, of course, more dramatic than my own.

A lot of them have issues with a paternal figure or an absent mother, which also resonates with me. Some of Saori’s traits draw inspiration from ways in which I talked or acted before I became a little better at masking, before I became more self-aware. Hazuki being emotional and caring, K being a bit clingy but devoted, Masa having a temper yet loyal, Miwa being friendly but reluctant to open up beyond surface level information. I think those things describe me.

There’s also Rei but I don’t think I’m writing her book anytime soon. She’s someone that’s very family oriented, she’s a bit temperamental but she means well and she’s not afraid to speak her mind. Now that I think about it, maybe Rei is more the person I want to become.

Q5: Does your heritage influence your characters as you create them? (How? Why or why not?)

I’ve been living in Venezuela my whole life so I think so, even if most of the time I don’t even notice it. I believe that this happens especially in regards to relationships because people in Venezuela are very family oriented and also, from what I’ve experienced, they form strong bonds with their neighbors, which creates this strong sense of community —sometimes it goes well, sometimes it doesn’t, but my mom and her friends always make at least some friends in their neighborhoods and they gossip with some coffee about the happenings of the rest—. So when it comes to writing a character it is very important to me to make an emphasis on family relationships because those are a strong part of my culture, of my identity. 

In An Angel’s Song you have the main cast having issues or conflicting emotions about one or multiple members of their family, which influence their behavior and their outlook on life, but for the most part they are (or will be) able to form similar relationships with people that are not related to them, or to work towards restoring that relationship, transforming it into something healthier. 

In my other books family dynamics are also immensely important. For example, I’m going to mention Rei again because I love her. So, Rei has a sister named Rin, and they are both very close, even if they haven’t spent much time together. Their bond and trust in each other helps them overcome a lot of obstacles and they rely on each other when they need support or encouragement. Rei also has other people that she thinks of as siblings, and restoring that relationship with them is one of her main goals. There’s also this recurring guilt she feels at leaving her birth family and her home to explore, because to her, families are supposed to stay together.

Another aspect that I think influences my writing is religion, even if I wasn’t raised in a particularly religious household nor do I belong to any religion. Religion is a big deal in this country, we have so many events and holidays relating to religious figures. I remember when I was very young I loved going to one of the churches here because the Virgin of that town had a building filled with pretty clothes to dress her with. 

So, in that vein, I try to think about the character’s relationship with religion, do they believe in the Gods? Do they trust them? Do they follow local deities or prefer the main pantheon? How does this religion shape the way people interact with each other and the world? In regards to characters that are Venezuelan or Venezuelan-coded… I do have a few that are Venezuelan, but I don’t think I’m going to be releasing their stories soon, so I’ll keep it quiet for now.

Q6: What is something you love to see in interactive fiction?

People being passionate about their work! This isn’t something exclusive to IF, but it is something that I love seeing. I also like seeing the different ways people innovate within the genre. I feel like sometimes, especially with newer writers, there is this idea that an IF has to subscribe to a specific format and that’s simply not true. If you don’t want to use a stat system you don’t have to, if you want to add combat then go ahead, if you would prefer to write an MC that’s already pretty pre-established (which is something that I personally want to try) then there’s nothing stopping you and I encourage you to give it a go. IF is very versatile and it’s wrong to try and fit authors into a box, especially if they want to bring something new into our little corner of the internet.

Q7: Any advice to give?

In general, I advise people to have fun writing, to not worry so much about how good it is, about if people will like it. Writing, at the end of the day, ends up being a pretty solitary activity and having those thoughts in your head too long will make you spiral. Be kind to yourself, be open to feedback when it comes (and learn to distinguish constructive feedback from destructive feedback) and enjoy the exploration of your world and characters. 

You are not alone in all of this. If you can, join a group of writers you can talk with, exchange ideas, get feedback from or just exchange memes (the ultimate bonding experience). Don’t be afraid, you’re not alone.

[cherienymphe]

She’s Mine (Peter Parker x Reader)

Finally, here is the sequel and final part to She’s With Me

➥ {page breaks done by @whimsicalrogers​}

WARNINGS: NON-CON/DUB-DON, VOYEURISM (?), biker!Peter Parker

summary: you face the aftermath of your daring decision

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You were awake for a while, enjoying the silence of the quiet house before eventually opening your eyes. In all the cheesy movies you’d seen, the morning after was usually filled with confusion. The character, male or female, always took a moment to gather their bearings, an entire minute passing before the memories came rushing back. Not you.

You remembered everything.

Peter’s side of the bed was empty, cold even when you slowly slid your hand to the rumpled sheets. The memories of what you did assaulted your mind, and you found yourself clenching at the memory of Peter’s hands on you. Per habit, you glanced around for your phone only to realize that in your haste last night, you hadn’t brought it.

With a sigh, you slid from the bed, taking the sheet with you as you wrapped it around yourself. You glanced around Peter’s room, chuckling at the superhero poster on the back of his door. The rest of the house was just as quiet when you exited, and you looked around with a frown.

“Peter?”

Only silence met you, and part of you wondered if he’d gone to see Tony. You recalled him saying that the plan might not work, that Tony might think him a traitor and decide to deal with him. Your heart clenched at the thought. Yes, Peter had all but forced you into sleeping with him, but it was hard to hate the brown-eyed boy, and despite the turn of events that you had not been all too eager to consent to, you didn’t want to see him hurt.

You decided that you would take the time to go by the house. You needed to get your phone and…well, basically anything you could quickly fit into your car. You wouldn’t be returning home again, that much was clear. Having gone to bed during the early hours of the morning, you’d slept a good chunk of the day away, and Steve nor Bucky should be at your house.

As you got dressed, you wondered if Sam was okay. You wondered if he was free, and if he was…was he home. The quick drive to your house was nerve-wracking, and you were slow as you neared it. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding when you saw that the yard was empty of any motorcycles. You were quick to park and run inside.

Your phone was exactly where you’d left it on your bed. The screen lit up as you scrolled through the endless notifications. Missed call after missed call and text message after text message bombarded you. Most were from Steve. Your heart both swelled and dropped as you read the most recent message that had been sent this morning. It was from Sam.

What have you done?

You bitterly smiled at the message, relieved to know that he was okay. With a sad smile, you grabbed your backpack and a duffle bag, yanking clothes out of your drawers before tossing them inside. You were swift as you did so, acknowledging that you had no time to linger. Since Sam was okay, it was highly likely that they were out looking for you and could be back at any moment.

There was no way Sam would ever let you leave, and Steve would be all too eager to trap you as well. The thought of the blond made you shudder, and you quickened your pace. You struggled to drag both bags down the stairs with you, a curse on your lips that you quickly swallowed when you entered the living room.

You stared in shock as Bucky stood at the door, jaw clenched and blue eyes cold. Your mouth parted, wondering why you hadn’t heard the familiar roar of his bike. You tightened your hold on your bags, and a bout of guilt tore through you as you noticed the dark circles underneath his eyes. You swallowed.

“Bucky…”

Your voice was quiet and unsteady. You didn’t know what to say…

“What did you do?” he asked through clenched teeth.

“Is Sam alright?” you questioned, ignoring his own question.

His nostrils flared, and it was then that you noticed the phone in his hand.

“What the hell did you do?” he spat.

“Bucky, please… Is Sam okay?”

He angrily eyed you before huffing a sigh.

“Yeah…yeah he’s alright…”

Tears kissed your eyes as you nodded.

“Good…that’s-that’s good,” you whispered.

Bucky took a step towards you, face softening now as he eyed you, this time worriedly.

“Y/N…what did you do?” he whispered, fear coating his tone. “They just…they just let him go, unharmed and just like that.”

You shook your head, frowning.

“How…how did you even get here? I didn’t hear you-.”

“I was already here. I watched you pull up and walk in. Sam asked me to watch over the house in case you came back. They’re out there looking for you!”

You flinched, and for a brief moment, he looked apologetic, but it was gone as quick as it appeared. He heaved another sigh, reaching for you, but you stumbled back, frantically shaking your head.

“I have to go, Bucky-.”

“Absolutely not! I’ve already texted them…” your eyes widened “…they’re on their way.”

“No! Bucky-no! I have to go. You guys can’t keep me here,” you told him.

He crossed his arms over his chest, face stony.

“Watch us.”

“You’ll just make things worse,” you cried, and he frowned at that. “You have to let me go. Th-they’re gonna come for me if you keep me here…”

You barely whispered that last part, and his frown deepened as he worked to understand what you meant. He scoffed a laugh, but it lacked humor.

“What? You’re under their protection now or something?”

You opened your mouth to answer him, a yes right there on your tongue, but it wouldn’t come out. Your heart thudded in your chest, and you caught the way Bucky’s face fell just before you looked away. The silence that followed was thick, and he eventually scoffed in disbelief.

Shock registered on his features when your eyes met his, but that shock quickly bled to understanding then disgust…and finally fury. His eyes hardened, nostrils flaring as his jaw ticked. He stared you down.

“Who?”

You briefly glanced away.

“Peter,” you defeatedly whispered.

It was quite a sight to see Bucky visibly retrain himself from losing control. You noticed the way his lip curled over his teeth and the way his hands clenched into fists. He trembled as he looked away, and his eyes were cold when they met yours again.

“Is that where you were last night?”

“Bucky…please…”

“What do you think Sam is going to do, how he is going to feel, when he finds out you gave yourself- fucking sold yourself to one of them to save his life? Huh?” he demanded.

You shrugged.

“Sam is safe,” you said, as if that excused what you did.

Bucky’s shoulders sagged, all of the anger seeming to leave him as he released a tired sigh. He rested his hand on your neck, eyes tortured as he gazed at you.

“We…we would’ve gotten him back, doll,” he quietly said.

“Would you?”

He hesitated.

“Yes…eventually,” he admitted.

You shook your head, eyes tearful.

“See! Steve can pretend all he wants, but he had no plan. None! None of you knew what to do. I could see it-I could see that you all were scared…and worried…and so I…”

You trailed off with a shrug, eyes wide as you fought to make him understand. You heard the familiar rumble of motorcycles coming down the street, and your heart threatened to jump out of your throat. You glanced at the door and then back to him, eyes pleading.

“Bucky, I’m begging you. You have to let me out of here now,” you told him.

Not only would keeping you here just stir up more trouble that you’d literally sacrificed yourself to fix, but deep down, you knew why you were really afraid. Sam would be furious with you, but only because he’d be worried. You were his sister, and you’d done the unthinkable to save him. He’d be beyond pissed…but he’d get over it.

Steve would not.

The thought of the blond finding out what you did made you want to throw up, but it’s not like you could tell Bucky that. It’s not like you could tell them what their friend was really like. If you were being honest with yourself, part of you had done what you did to get away from him, and it was looking like it was all for naught.

Bucky at least looked conflicted, but you could see in his eyes that he was not going to do what you asked. In a panic, you dropped your bags and ran towards the kitchen, aiming for the back door. Bucky was faster. His arms wrapped around you and he restrained you with ease. Your feet pushed against the wall, making him stumble on his own feet.

“Y/N, stop-!”

He turned you around, and you shoved yourself away from him with a frustrated scream just as the door opened. You both were huffing, glaring at each other, and this was the sight that your brother and Steve were met with.

“Jesus!”

You were wrapped in familiar arms, and reluctantly, you returned the gesture. Realizing that you wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon, you allowed yourself a moment to breathe him in, basking in the fact that he was alive and well. Sam did the same before eventually pulling away, looking at you with a frown.

“Where the hell were you? What did you do?” he demanded.

You swallowed, unsure of how to tell him.

“You wanna tell them sweetheart, or should I?” Bucky wondered.

You stepped away from Sam, worriedly eyeing him as he looked between you and Bucky. Your eyes briefly met Steve’s who was standing in his usual spot by the window with his arms folded over his chest. There was a myriad of emotions in his eyes, some of which you refused to name, and you watched them narrow just before you looked away.

“Tell us what?” Steve demanded.

“We have a bit of a situation,” Bucky started.

“What kind of situation?” Sam questioned him, but you could feel his heavy gaze on you.

“The kind where Tony and his crew will probably be driving through here in less than an hour,” Bucky replied.

Your eyes met Sam’s.

“Why?” he demanded.

This was directed at you.

“I’m under their protection now,” you quietly told him.

Confusion filled his features, and you noticed Steve straighten up behind him, having heard you.

“What the hell are you talking about? Why?”

It was then that he glanced down, noticing the packed bags. His eyes met yours again, and you could see that he was putting the pieces together but was having a hard time understanding just what he was piecing together.

“Parker gave her an ultimatum she couldn’t exactly refuse,” Bucky chimed in, sarcasm strong.

Sam turned away from you, shoulders heaving, and that’s how you knew just how angry he was. He wouldn’t even look at you. You watched as he ran his hand down his face, the other placed on his hip as he mulled over what you’d done.

Against your better judgement, your eyes met Steve’s again. He looked equal parts stricken and murderous, and you couldn’t help the smug feeling that enveloped you. He took a step away from the window, and you merely raised your chin, eyes sparkling with triumph. You raised an eyebrow at him and watched as his hands clenched into fists.

“So…is that what you were doing this morning? While we were trying to figure out how to get Sam back you were-.”

“Actually doing something to get him back? Yes,” you harshly interrupted, not appreciating Steve’s tone.

“I can’t believe this,” Sam mumbled, looking at you now.

He looked stunned and disgusted and angry and hurt all at once.

“Sam, I have to go,” you whispered.

“Like hell,” Steve said, nearing you.

“You are not in charge of me! You never have been, and now you never will be,” you spat.

“Steve’s right,” Sam cut in.

“He’s not! None of you are! Do you understand what you’re doing?”

“You’re not leaving this house,” Sam told you.

You looked to Bucky, but he was no help.

“Let them come here,” Steve said, and you glared at him.

You knew that by “them” he meant Peter. Before you could say anything to that, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. Opting to keep your mouth shut before you said anything you regretted, you simply walked upstairs to answer it.

“How did you get my number?”

You closed your door behind you.

“Your boss,” Peter answered, voice clipped, making your eyes widen. “Now, where are you?”

“I came by the house to get some things, and I didn’t know Bucky was going to be watching it.”

It was silent on the other end, and you could just imagine Peter rolling his eyes.

“They’re not letting me leave,” you told him.

You heard him say something on the other end, but it wasn’t directed at you. Your grip on your phone tightened when you suddenly heard the roar of motorcycles in the background.

“Peter, they want you all to come here. Steve wants you to come here. Don’t,” you said.

“You’re not one of them anymore. You’re with us now, me, and I’m coming to get you.”

“Peter-!”

You were cut off by your door swinging open. Your eyes connected with Steve’s, and you quickly hung up. You glared at him as he stood in the doorway, blocking your exit.

“What?”

His already taught face pinched even further, eyes narrowing as he stepped inside.

“What? What? That’s all you have to say?”

“Is there something else I’m supposed to say?”

He huffed before letting out a humorless chuckle.

“If you were anyone else, you’d be labeled a traitor-.”

“For saving Sam? Seriously?” you demanded.

“For going to them for help! We take care of our own, and you went outside the crew. You sought help from the enemy,” he spat.

“Admit it, Steve. You had no idea what to do or where to even begin! Sam is here right now because of me,” you threw at him.

His tongue poked at the inside of his cheek as he looked down his nose at you, fire in his eyes.

“Yes…because you opened your legs for Parker,” he hissed. “That is what you did, correct?”

You didn’t answer him, finding no need to. He took a step towards you.

“Was he good?”

Again, you didn’t respond, simply crossing your arms over your chest.

“He’d been sniffing around you for weeks, trying to get in your pants, but I never thought you’d be stupid enough to fall for it.”

You finally looked up at him.

“Stupid? Well, my stupidity is the reason Sam is unharmed,” you scoffed. “I did more laying on my back for an hour than you did in an entire day.”

His nostrils flared, and you just knew that he was itching to put his hands on you. You went to move past him, but he caught your arm in an iron grip, pulling you close. He trailed his eyes over you.

“When Parker gets here, I’m going to put a knife through him for touching what doesn’t belong to him,” he whispered.

You jerked yourself out of his hold.

“He didn’t touch without permission. Maybe you could learn a thing or two from him,” you quietly said.

You turned away from him without a backwards glance.

Your heart sank when you eventually heard the roar of motorcycles approaching from down the street. You looked up with wide eyes from your place on the couch, nerves on end as you eyed the window. You clenched your jaw as Steve and Sam opened the door, leaving you alone with Bucky.

You glared at him as you stood, arms crossed over your chest as you paced. Your heart sped up when the familiar sound came closer, eventually right outside of the door. Nothing happened for a moment, and then it was silent. Bucky’s back was to you as you paced, blocking the kitchen, and you eyed him.

You noticed a familiar black weapon strapped to his hip, and you bit your lip. You knew that Bucky never put the safety on. Sam was always complaining about it. You had never used a gun a day in your life, but that didn’t stop you from swiftly snatching it from him. He turned to you with wide eyes as you pointed it at his face.

“I just don’t want anymore fighting. I just want to leave…”

“Y/N,” he warned.

“I did what I had to do to save Sam’s life. I made a deal with Peter and he in turn made one with Tony. It goes beyond just fucking him, you know,” you told him.

He sighed, disappointment in his eyes at your actions.

“I have a bargain to uphold, and if you all prevent me from doing that, things are going to get messy, and you know it.”

He didn’t reply.

“Why are you all being so stubborn about this?”

“Because you’re family! You’re one of us and now you’re suddenly not and that’s not okay,” he spat.

You swallowed.

“I’m sorry. I really am, but we can’t afford for things to become any worse than they already are. Now, I am going to grab my bags right there, and I am going to walk out of that backdoor and go into the front yard and get into my car. I will drive away, and you will let me.”

He glared at you, but stepped aside nonetheless. You kept your aim as you did what you said you would. You both knew that you wouldn’t actually shoot him…at least not in the face, but your uncharacteristic behavior gave Bucky pause. It made him doubt just a bit.

You turned to face him in the open doorway, slowly setting the gun down on the floor before turning and leaving. You ran around the house, eyes widening at the bikes in the yard. You took in familiar red hair and dark eyes and finally the head of brown hair that you’d been so used to seeing. Your eyes caught his from where you were standing beside the house, and you ran towards him as he opened your car door.

“Y/N!”

You ignored Sam but glanced up to see that Bucky had joined them outside now. Sam ran towards you, but Steve was faster. Nat stepped in his way, staring him down as he slowed, glaring down his nose at her. You threw your things into your car, glancing up in time to see Steve cut his eyes to Peter. Peter’s face was unreadable, dark eyes boring into Steve’s as you sat in the driver’s seat.

“Don’t give me a reason to finally punch those perfect teeth, Rogers,” you heard Nat say.

He clenched his jaw, hands placed on his hips as he reluctantly took a step back. Peter leaned down as you shoved your key into the ignition, hands shaking.

“Did he touch you?” he quietly asked.

You shook your head.

“N-no. Not really,” you answered, avoiding his eyes.

He didn’t respond, just blew out a deep breath before reaching in and playing with your hair. You hesitantly glanced up at him, and he briefly glanced at Steve, the corner of his pink lips slowly curving upwards into a small smirk.

“I know he thinks I’m going to kiss you. Hell, you probably do too,” he said, looking at you again, thumb brushing along your jaw. “…but I don’t need to prove to him that you’re mine. You just are.”

He pulled away and shut your door, walking towards his bike. You eyed him for a bit before finally starting your car. With one last apologetic look thrown Sam’s way, you pulled out of the yard. 

Naturally, you beat Peter to his house, and you sat in your car as you waited for him to pull in, hands still clenching the wheel. You turned your head as he parked beside you, unmoving. Somehow, you couldn’t get your body to do so. Reality was finally setting in, and you found it hard to breathe.

Sam was okay, but everyone knew the truth. They knew that you’d given yourself to Peter to make it so. They were furious with you, and despite the fact that Steve’s anger mostly came from his jealousy and possessiveness, he had indeed been right. In a sense, you were a traitor. It didn’t matter that what you did saved Sam’s life, you had still gone to the enemy for help.

You were crying when Peter opened your door, reaching for your hands and slowly prying them off of the wheel. He helped you out, and you stood on shaky legs. He steadied you, dark eyes studying you as you blinked away tears.

“You should’ve waited for me to go with you,” he murmured.

“I didn’t think anyone would be home. I thought I’d get in and out,” you quietly replied.

He sighed.

“What did Steve say to you?”

You shook your head, looking away.

“Nothing…that’s worth mentioning,” you mumbled, sliding from in between him and your car.

He stopped you by grabbing your wrist, and you looked over your shoulder at him. There was a frown on his boyish features.

“You worried about him?”

You hesitated.

“A little…yeah. He threatened to hurt you…”

Peter let out a small laugh.

“He can try,” he said with a smile.

You gave him a reproachful look.

“Parker…”

“Wilson.”

“I’m serious. Steve…he’s been after me for years. He won’t just get over it,” you told him.

Peter just threw his arm over your shoulders as he steered you towards the house.

“Let me deal with that. We have more important things to talk about.”

“Like?” you wondered.

You hesitantly sat down on the couch as he shut the door. You were a bit unsure of how to behave around him now, how to behave in this new setting that was now yours as well. You’d slept here last night…naked. Peter saw you naked, he’d been inside of you. It was strange to think about. You looked up at him as he neared you, eyes serious.

“Mr. Stark wants to meet you tonight.”

Your eyes widened, but you shouldn’t have been shocked. It was bound to happen sooner or later.

“…oh.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets.

“…and…because you’re with me now, there is a bit of an initiation. We all have to go through one,” he continued.

“I see.”

That was to be expected.

“What is it?” you asked.

“Normally, Mr. Stark decides, but since he’s grooming me to take over, and since this is an interesting circumstance with you being the sister of an enemy and all… He’s leaving it up to me.”

You waited for him to continue. You watched him as he eyed you, dark eyes running over your frame, thoughtful.

“…I haven’t quite decided yet though. Although, I do have something in mind…”

You mumbled a quiet ‘oh’ and looked down. You felt awkward, and you shouldn’t have. You’d known Peter for years, and you two were never friends but it was never awkward between you. You didn’t know why that changed just because you had sex with him. Maybe it was the circumstances surrounding it… Why you’d done and what it had caused.

“Sam’s not angry with you. He’s angry with himself.”

You lifted your gaze to him, finding him still watching you.

“He’s angry that he got caught…that you felt you had to do what you did to save him when he should be the one saving you, protecting you,” he elaborated, sitting beside you. “He thinks he’s failed you.”

You leaned back into the couch, heart clenching.

“He’s protected me all my life, I couldn’t just not do something. If I had left it to Steve…”

You trailed off, scoffing at the thought of the blond.

“You know…this might sound insane, but there’s a really small part of me that thinks Steve wouldn’t have tried his best to get Sam back. They’ve been friends forever, practically like brothers, but I was really scared he’d just leave him because if Sam wasn’t here, then he’d have easy access to me. Nothing would stop him from…”

Your words died in your throat with a sigh.

“I slept with you not just to get Sam back, but to get away from Steve once and for all,” you whispered.

You looked at Peter.

“Even though I basically hopped out of one frying pan and into another, when you kissed me last night…I felt like a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders.”

Peter reached out to brush his fingers over your collarbone as he faced you, brown eyes darkening.

“I’m not going to pretend like I made you that offer for your brother or even to save you from Steve…at least not in the sense that you’d think,” he quietly started.

His hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer.

“I wanted you away from Steve because I wanted you all for myself.”

This was not shocking to you. It might have been a week ago, but you were learning that Peter was not at all who you thought he was. He was in Tony’s gang for a reason. Nat had told you that, and although you never doubted her, you didn’t understand the full weight of her advice then.

“Growing up, you were always Sam Wilson’s sister. Untouchable, and God did I want to touch you,” he brushed his lips against yours. “So, when you came to me, sad and hysterical and soaking wet, like some pathetic little puppy, I did what I could and said what I could to get my hands on you.”

He firmly pressed his mouth against yours, and you closed your eyes. He groaned against your lips as he pushed you back. You hesitantly placed your hands on his shoulders, parting your legs and allowing him to rest in between them.

“I really wanted you to be here when I got back today,” he whispered. “I wanted to get my hands on you again.”

Your only reply was a soft moan when his hands slid into the sweatpants that you’d borrowed from his bedroom floor.

“…but we have to get you ready for tonight,” he sighed, head falling against your shoulder.

“Peter, it’s hours away,” you said.

He lifted his head.

“I have to prepare you. Mr. Stark is a hard man to please, and just because you’re with me, that won’t guarantee him to like you.”

He helped you up and his words worried you. It must have been evident on your face because he ran his hands along your arms. He smirked at you.

“Don’t worry. I know him like the back of my hand,” he said pulling you along. “Do as I say, and you’ll be fine.”

He told you not to worry, but you couldn’t help it. In a matter of hours, you’d be face to face with Tony Stark himself, preparing to go through an initiation whose details were unknown to you. Peter said it was up to him to decide what it would be, and although that should’ve eased your worries bit, it didn’t.

Peter helped you off of his bike, and you stood on unsteady legs. The low kitten heels you had on felt strange on your feet, recalling that the last time you’d worn heels of any kind had been at prom. Peter let out a light laugh at your visible uneasiness.

“You good?” he asked with a grin.

You gave a shaky nod.

“Yeah,” you breathed.

Like most nights, the air was cool, and you shivered a bit. Peter had gotten you a dress to wear. It was white and light and flowy with a sweetheart neckline and thick straps that kept sliding down your shoulders no matter how much you adjusted it. It kissed the tops of your knees as you smoothed your hand over it.

“You look great,” he murmured in your ear as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

“I feel silly,” you confessed.

“Well don’t. You look good enough to eat,” he whispered, lips brushing along your ear.

You placed your hand on his, hoping it would bring you some comfort. You stared up at the house before you with unease. Tony Stark was the richest man in town, and in a small town like this, that meant more than you could imagine. His house was no mansion, but it definitely made your former modest two-story house look laughable in comparison.

The yard was littered with bikes, and even though Peter had told you that everyone in the club would be in attendance for your initiation, you realized that you had never known just how many people were in Tony’s crew. You assumed that Peter had made a decision regarding what it would be. He’d bought you a dress after all, but he had yet to share it with you.

You didn’t even have time to admire the interior, because the man himself was there as soon as you walked inside.

“…and this must be the bold little birdie who’s been stirring up trouble on my side of the road.”

Tony Stark’s dark eyes connected with yours, and despite the urge to look away, you remembered what Peter had said. You held his gaze, and he smirked at you. His hand wrapped around yours as he neared and brushed his lips along the skin there. His eyes met Peter’s when he pulled away, and his smirk grew.

“Mr. Stark,” you greeted.

He chuckled, looking at you again.

“Please, call me Tony. Between you and the kid, you’re going to make me feel like I have one foot in the grave.”

You chuckled with him, surprised to find that he didn’t seem as intimidating as you thought he would. His face gradually grew serious, and he folded his hands in front of him as he studied you.

“As you can probably guess, I have my reservations about you, Y/N,” he started.

You swallowed, and Peter rubbed circles into your back.

“You’re the sister of my enemy, and you know how the saying goes…blood is thicker than water and all that jazz…”

You nodded.

“I understand your fears, Tony, but…I’m here because of my love for Sam,” you told him. “I did what I did to protect him, and I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize that.”

He took a step towards you.

“I should hope not. I would hate to have to use your brother to keep you in line…”

You frowned.

“…and I would hate to have to use you against him.”

Your heart skipped a beat, a possibility that you had never considered before being thrown in your face. Tony stared you down for a moment before he eventually grinned.

“Let’s hope that tonight you can prove you fully belong to Peter, and the crew in general by extension, so that it won’t have to come to that,” he said with a light laugh

He turned and walked down a hall.

“Come along,” he called.

Peter’s hand never left you once as you both followed Tony. You felt like you were a dead woman walking, and although Peter’s presence should’ve been comforting, not knowing what tonight entailed put you on edge. You blinked when Peter’s hand slid lower to the small of your back, just above the swell of your butt.

Tony slowed when he neared a set of double doors, and you felt like you were going to be sick when he opened them. There couldn’t have been more than 30 people standing in the room, but it felt like hundreds. You were the only one dressed up while everyone else wore their jackets and t-shirts, Peter included. You whispered this to him.

“You’re the guest of honor,” he simply said with a genuine smile.

Your eyes landed on some familiar faces as Peter led you to the center of the room. A long oval table was before you, almost the entire length of the room with about two dozen chairs surrounding it. You absentmindedly wondered if this was where they held meetings. Peter slowed as Tony made his way to the head of the table, and you looked to your left, nervously eyeing it. You looked to Peter, feeling his gaze on you.

His dark eyes were hooded, reminding you of last night when he’d cornered you in his house. You suddenly felt very hot, and he stepped closer, chest brushing against yours.

“Get on the table,” he whispered.

Your eyes widened, stomach churning as suspicions started to arise.

“…what?”

You glanced over at movement in the corner of your eye, watching as Tony pulled out the chair at the head of the table. His eyes briefly met yours, and he threw you a smirk. Peter’s hands were on your face, turning you to face him.

“I told you this was a special case…”

“Peter-.”

“Most people join with a clean slate, but not you. You were the enemy before you even walked in here-.”

“So what? I have to be made an example out of?” you demanded, lips trembling and eyes misty.

Your voices were hushed, and you could feel Tony’s eyes on you. You could feel a lot of eyes on you, just waiting for you to prove them right. Peter’s hands trailed down to your throat, thumbs tracing your skin as he looked down his nose at you.

“You’re mine. I know it, and you know it…” before you knew it, he’d reached down and deposited you on the table, stepping in between your legs “…and now they will too.”

He pressed his lips against yours, and you made a noise of protest. One hand was on the back of your neck while the other pressed into your waist, pushing you down. You winced when your back harshly met the wood, hands pressing against his chest.

His hands never stayed in one place for too long, and when the memories of last night came to you, your body reacted. You trembled beneath him, a few tears spilling over as you registered what was about to happen in front of these people.

“They’re not here, right now. It’s just you and me,” he whispered, trying to reassure you.

You shook your head.

“Peter, I can’t do this. We can do something else,” you said, pushing against him.

With a huff, he grabbed your wrists and slammed them against the table. You gasped in pain, and his tongue found yours when he kissed you again. You struggled against him, but his chest and hips pinned you down. From above your head, you heard Tony sit down, and soon the sound of more people sitting down reached your ears.

Peter kept his mouth on yours, swallowing your cries as he moved both of your wrists to one hand. The other reached in between you as he pushed his thighs underneath your own. You closed your eyes and turned your head away when the sound of tearing fabric filled the room. You couldn’t open them, if you did, you’d see the many faces staring back at you. Your struggle was anew when you heard the sound of his belt clanking.

“Come on, Y/N,” he whispered in your ear. “Moan for me like you did last night…”

He pushed himself into you, and your breath caught in your throat. He set a sharp pace, hips slamming into yours as he fucked you against the hardwood. Your shoe slipped off of your feet, and it clanged against the table. The other soon followed.

You felt air on your breast, and you hadn’t realized that Peter had reached up to pull the top of your dress down. His teeth grazed over the sensitive flesh, and you couldn’t stop yourself from clenching around him. His lips moved to your collarbone and then your neck, and he let out a low chuckle.

Your head was thrown back as he thrust into you, the table shaking from the force of it. You only realized that he’d let go of your hands when both of his dug into the skin of your thighs, hard enough to bruise. Your own hands gripped his shoulders, now unsure if you wanted to push him away or pull him closer.

He wrapped his lips around a hardened bud, and you arched your chest towards him. Your eyelashes fluttered, vision blurry, but you could make out the upside-down shape of Tony Stark, watching you. Peter clearly wanted all of your attention because his hand found your hair and jerked your face back to him.

He forced his lips against yours, groaning into your mouth. His other hand pressed into the table beside your head, holding himself over you as he curved his hips into yours over and over again. You forgot all about the other 20 odd people or so, sitting around the table, watching. Like last night, you couldn’t swallow down your moans, no matter how hard you tried.

Your stomach tightened, and your legs started to tremble. Your arm was thrown over his neck, the other pushing against the table, trying to get closer to him for several reasons.

“Half the men in here want to be me, right now,” he murmured against your lips. “Show them that you’re mine…”

He snapped his hips against yours, hard, and you yelped into his mouth.

“Say my name like you did last night…”

You bit your lip, determined to swallow it down. His heavy breathing sounded in your ear.

“Come on, Y/N,” he dragged it out with a soft chuckle. “I’ve already got you squirming for me. I’ll get what I want eventually.”

“I fucking hate you, Parker,” you groaned.

“That’s nice,” he dismissed. “You’re like a kitten, you know? You put up a fight, and its cute, but you start purring the minute I get my hands on you.”

He reached down and brushed his thumb over you, making you jerk beneath him. He did it again and again, picking up the pace of his thrusts, and your breath hitched. Your vision grew hazy, chest and stomach tightening as stars burst behind your eyes. You mumbled his name over and over again, drawing it out in a low moan as your back hit the table again.

He had yet to halt his movements, fucking you through your climax as he maneuvered one of your legs to rest on his shoulder. He kissed you.

“When this is over, everyone will look at the sister of the infamous Sam Wilson and know that she’s mine.”

~

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[chipeanuts]

World of warcraft player stats :)

So uh I’ve wanted to do this for a long time so here we go 👉​👈​

MAIN

Faction: Horde (since day one)

Race: mag’har orc

Class: shaman (thanks to Thrall)

Favoured Specialisation: restoration

Primary Professions: /

Secondary Professions: cooking and fishing :)

ALTS

Number of alts: too many…

Race/Spec of alts: Orc/marksman ship hunter (my first main), troll/shaman, orc/destruction warlock 

COLLECTIONS

Number of mounts: 77 at the moment

Favourite mount: i just really love all the cloud serpents ! I find the nether-gorged greatwyrm verry pretty as well and there is a lot of drakes that I really like too ! I can’t really choose 

Number of toys: 26 only :(

Favourite toy: for a person who likes to take screenshots as much as me, the selfie camera toy is just so much fun

Number of pets: 31

Favourite pet: cinder kitten… and mini Ragnaros omg *pleading face emoji*

Favourite title: savior of Azeroth, veteran of the fourth war

Rarest item: i really don’t know

Do you still have an item that is no longer used? (ie. sigils, spellstones, etc.): probably not

Mount/toy/pet you are trying to get: Invincible like everyone I guess ? But I kinda gave up at this point - also one mount from Bastion but I can’t remember the name 

ACHIEVEMENTS

Achievement points: 4115 at the moment

Achievement you are most proud of: 

Achievement you have that can’t be acquired anymore:

Achivement/s you are currently working on: hmm I think the ones from Korthia 

Number of exalted reputations: 4

PVP & PVE

Favourite battleground:

Least favourite battleground:

Favourite brawl: idk

Least favourite brawl: idk

Favourite dungeon:

Least favourite dungeon: the ones from wotlk (please don’t hit me)

Favourite raid: THE ! BLACK ! TEMPLE ! (and let’s say the icecrown citadel)

Least favourite raid: /

Favourite quest/quest chain: to be honest the questline in BFA when you have to choose between being loyal to Sylvanas or not, and all the stuff with Saurfang and Baine etc was AMAZING and... you know... when Illidan is involved- 

Least favourite quest/quest chain: i really don’t know, probably some in Zereth Mortis because it was very long

Favourite zone: I LOVE Dazar’alor so much, bonus points for Highmountain and many Horde zones such as Orgrimmar, Razor Hill and basically all Durotar (the good ol times), and Thunder Bluff !

Least favourite zone: Suramar is very pretty but the questlines there were a NIGHTMARE never wanna do this again

LORE

Favourite expansion: definitely BFA, because I start playing during this expansion. But I also really love Legion and MoP !

Favourite moment in canon: literally anytime I see Illidan (especially his moments at Legion, I AM MY SCARS, MY DESTINY IS MY OWN, etc), mak’gora between Saurfang and Sylvanas in BFA, Varian’s death even if I cried a lot, Talanji’s cinematics, when Anduin punches Wrathion in the face (top ten iconic moments), probably every cinematic which involve my fav character at this point

Favourite 5 canon characters: Illidan (quick everyone act shocked), Thrall (I literally play shaman because of him), Varian (my king), Talanji (the best girl in WoW sorry I don’t make the rules), Saurfang (sobbing crying etc)

Least favourite 5 canon characters: Maiev (i’m sorry), Malfurion, Cenarius, Akama, Genn Greymane

Expansions played live: Warcraft I | Warcraft II | Warcraft III | World of Warcraft | Burning Crusade | Wrath of the Lich King | Cataclysm | Mists of Pandaria | Warlords of Draenor | Legion | Battle for Azeroth | Shadowlands

Encyclopedias: Chronicle Volume 1 | Chronicle Volume 2 | Chronicle Volume 3 (okay my boyfriend owns all of them but he lends them to me from time to time so…yeah)

Novels: Dawn of the Aspects | War of the Ancients: The Well of Eternity | War of the Ancients: The Demon Soul | War of the Ancients: The Sundering | Rise of the Horde | The Last Guardian | Tides of Darkness | Beyond the Dark Portal | Day of the Dragon | Lord of the Clans | Of Blood and Honor | Arthas: Rise of the Lich King | Cycle of Hatred | Illidan | Night of the Dragon | Stormrage | The Shattering: Prelude to Cataclysm | Wolfheart | Thrall: Twilight of the Aspects | Jaina Proudmoore: Tides of War | Vol'jin: Shadows of the Horde | Traveler | Traveler: The Spiral Path | War Crimes | Before the Storm | Shadows Rising

Short stories: Death From Above | Apocrypha | The War of the Shifting Sands | Cut Short | Code of Rule |  Blood of the Highborne | Trade Secrets of a Trade Prince | Unbroken | The Judgment | The War Effort | In the Shadow of the Sun | Glory | Heart of War | Lord of His Pack | Fire and Iron | Seeds of Faith | Edge of Night | As Our Fathers Before Us | Prophet’s Lesson | Blood of Our Fathers | The Trial of the Red Blossoms |  Li Li’s Travel Journal | Charge of the Aspects | Over Water | Quest for Pandaria | Bleeding Sun | The Strength of Steel | The Blank Scroll | The Jade Hunters | The Untamed Valley | Hellscream | Dark Mirror | A Good War | Elegy

Comics: Blackhand | Blood and Thunder | Ashbringer | Death Knight | Dragon Hunt | Shadows of Ice | Ghostlands | The Sunwell Trilogy | The Comic | Legends | The Shadow Wing | Mage | Pearl of Pandaria | Shaman | Dark Riders | Curse of the Worgen | Bloodsworn | Gul'dan and the Stranger | Twilight of Suramar | A Mountain Divided | | Fault Lines | Son of the Wolf | The Speaker | Reunion | Three Sisters | Mechagon (I read the Varian comic with Tiffin and stuff but I forgot the name)

Audio dramas: A Thousand Years of War | The Tomb of Sargeras

OR

Alliance or Horde? Horde

PVE or PVP? PVE

Raids or dungeons? Dungeons

Battlegrounds or arenas? BGs are so fun

Classic or retail? Retail (definitely)

Ranged or melee? Melee 

Tank, heals, or DPS? Heal

Search for spoilers or wait for things to unfold? look for some spoilers and theories, headcanons, things like that

Sell items on the AH one-at-a-time or in a stack? one at a time

UNCATEGORISED

When did you start playing? february 2020 (and yes this is why I spent my entire lockdown in Azeroth)

Owned memorabilia: I have a wonderful illidan pin and a very cool horde badge :) but if we’re talking about official merch I own nothing particular BUT the Illidan official figure will be mine one day istg  Favourite world event: idk

Add-ons you can’t live without: the world quest tracker saved my life during BFA for the reputations + the damage meter + Bagnon

Things to do to kill time: Achievements | Reputation grinds | PVP | Mount hunting | Pet collecting | Play the auction house

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

Okay, I wanted to have this done before we actually got to March... but what's one day late? Also, I didn’t realise how long this was gonna be/take...

I have read some AMAZING stories over the past month so here's my little round up (I’ve tried my best to include everything)! As always please check the authors warnings before reading any fic. You are responsible for your own content consumption.

Hopefully all the tags work!

Sunrise by @cloudystevie (Steve Rogers x reader)

Honestly, this is like a warm hug. The softness is real!

Almost had me believing by @tuiccim (Bucky Barnes x reader) 18+

This series is EVERYTHING. The slow burn is fantastic, the twists and turns are incredible and the pay off? Exquisite. I had so much fun reading this series!

Catfish by @vampy-doll (Andy Barber x reader) 18+

I've linked to part one but so far there are 4 glorious parts of this twisted tale. And by twisted, I mean incredible!

Valentine Canine by @hevans-angel (Ransom Drysdale x reader) 18+

Soft Ransom will seriously be my demise, but throw a puppy in the mix and I'm a goner!

The Valentine's cock up by @drabblewithfrannybarnes (Steve Rogers x reader) 18+

This is super fun and sexy and the ending is hilarious!

Time to run by @syntheticavenger (Steve Rogers x reader) 18+

I've linked to part one but this series is soooo good! Their dynamic is so interesting considering their past and how things have changed. Definitely worth a read!

Counters and closets and doll, oh my! by @tuiccim (Bucky Barnes x reader) 18+

So. Fucking. Hot. And there are bonus parts for each sexy suggestion PLUS extra's for Steve's point of view which I cannot wait to read!

Spiral of need by @jobean12-blog (Bucky Barnes x reader) 18+

Bucky can show me who I belong to anytime, anywhere. This is *chefs kiss*

Thick as thieves by @angrythingstarlight (Bucky x reader x Steve) 18+

When I say this fic lives in my head rent free, I mean it. So delicious and filthy!

Possessiveness by @stargazingfangirl18 (Ari Levinson x reader) 18+

This fic is an absolute BEAST and man is every word worth it. There's just something about soft, dark characters that hits the sweet spot.

Fighting all night by @the-iceni-bitch (Ransom Drysdale x reader) 18+

I loved Ransom in this so much! So cocky and playful and smug!

Unbroken by @constantwriter85 (Bucky Barnes x reader) 18+

All. The. Feels.

Planning by @tellmealovestory (Bucky Barnes x reader)

If you want a story of two people falling madly and truly in love then please make sure you check out the full series as well!

Earn it by @cake-writes (Bucky Barnes x reader) 18+

You know what? It's like you crawled inside my head and found my favourite things with this one! So filthy. So yum.

Consolation by @mypoisonedvine (Bucky Barnes x reader) 18+

This one hurt, not gonna lie. But the softness before makes it worth it.

Let me prove it to you by @slutforgoodliterature (Pietro Maximoff x reader) 18+

The voice in my head definitely didn't do the accent justice but the thought of it was enough!

Midnight delight by @drabblewithfrannybarnes (Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes) 18+

Everything about this is superb. The dynamic between the three of them, the smut, my precious baby Bucky being wholesome as hell, it's beyond amazing!

Fear and degradation by @groupieforbucky (Bucky Barnes x reader)

This series is excellent! Bucky is a beautiful bastard, with emphasis on the bastard but I love it!

Blackmail by @stargazingfangirl18 (Andy Barber x reader) 18+

I am a whore for one man and that man is a soft dark Andy Barber!

Civil War - Brooklyn by @saiyanprincessswanie (Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes) 18+

This series has thrown me from pillar to post but it is so so good!

Bridges to burn & places to run by @syntheticavenger (Bucky Barnes x reader) 18+

This series has everything! Between parole officer Bucky and crime boss Thor we’re being fed!

Hush by @buckysknifecollection (Bucky Barnes x reader)

My two weaknesses; biker Bucky and kittens!

Terrible liar by @navybrat817 (Steve Rogers x reader) 18+

This is romantic as hell, oh my god!

Late night cravings by @angrythingstarlight (Andy Barber x reader) 18+

I’ve never wanted kids but christ I would get pregnant and stay pregnant for this man.

Crawl home to you by @msmarvelwrites (Bucky Barnes x reader) 18+

So so tender and I can’t wait for the second part!

Diamonds are a girls best friend by @simsadventures (Ransom Drysdale x reader) 18+

You’ll have to fan yourself after this one!

Gravity by @constantwriter85 (Stucky x reader) 18+

I am in love with this series! I swear I love basically everything you write. 

Made for me by @saiyanprincessswanie (Bucky Barnes x reader) 18+

Oh this series is so good! Twisted and filthy, poor read doesn’t know up from down anymore and I can’t wait to see what happens next!

A gilded cage by @drabblewithfrannybarnes (Bucky Barnes x reader) 18+

Bucky is the softest mobster ever and it’s glorious!

And he is there... by @bonkywobble (Steve Rogers x reader) 18+

This is so beautiful and poetic, and I don’t even know how to describe how lovely it is!

Distraction by @wanderinglunarnights (Ari Levinson x reader) 18+

My legs and heart were open after this one!

Serves you right to suffer by @mypoisonedvine​ (Bucky Barnes x reader x Steve Rogers) 18+

This is dark. And it’s an absolutely filthy masterpiece!

Seeing red by @mypoisonedvine​ (Bucky Barnes x reader)

This series is so fab and I can’t wait to read more!

[onelastbreath-writes]

I Spy

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales/Fem!Reader (AFAB, no y/n)

Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: Brief mention of bad(abusive/manipulative) parents, general adult topics, swearing.

Summary: You meet a cute guy at a bar, you date, you fall in love, and oops, it turns out you’ve both been lying about your careers. Classified only stays classified until you get assigned a mission together. (SpecOps&Spies, with Young!Frankie)

A/N: Hey guys, I was bad and started another fic. Whoops. This one is for Triple Frontier because I love that soft boi Francisco. The flavour of this fic, the vibe if you will, is basically the spiderman pointing meme. I’ve vaguely set the timeline to like mid-2000s? so I’ll be trying my best to stay true to technology and aesthetic of the era. There was so much denim. Anyways, that means I’m trying to write for about a 27-33 year old Frankie and a similarly aged reader. I don’t see this series being more than a couple chapters at best, so it’ll be short and sweet. Also, like, very little angst if I can help it; I just want this one to be a good, cute, fun read. Hope y’all enjoy! Xoxo

[AO3][Masterlist]

“So, you’re coming out tonight, right? You’re not busy or anything?”

“Please don’t say it like that, you know how busy work actually is. And I’m a grown woman; if I didn’t want to go to a shady dive bar with you and your very loud friends from the office, I’d say so,” You loved your best friend, and you missed spending time together, but you really couldn’t say the same for her co-workers.

You had nothing against the women she worked with, and you found that they were all perfectly lovely and usually quite fun to be around… it was just that when the alcohol came out, the volume control and verbal filters disappeared.

You wouldn’t say that barhopping was what you’d prefer to be doing tonight, along with more or less babysitting your friend and her friends, but you didn’t know when you’d next be able to squeeze in a night off to just hang out and have fun, so this was happening. You would laugh and smile and keep the drunk secretaries from going home with questionable people, and then you would look back on your ladies’ night with fond memories until you could eventually attend another.

You had known when you picked your career that it would be an around-the-clock, all-day, every-day sort of thing. You never deluded yourself into thinking you would have much of a social life or long-term relationships. Most partners, hell even most friends, would have a problem with you jetting off for weekends, or disappearing for days at a time under mountains of paperwork and appointments.

It just made your best friend that much more important to you. You’d met as kids, went through years of school beside each other, hung out, did stupid teenager things and then stupid young adult things together. You’d cried and laughed and fought and made up a million times, you’d gone to different colleges and still kept in touch, moved away, moved back, and you were still going strong. She was your ride-or-die, your anchor and your parachute and everything in between, so if you could use some of your precious, hoarded, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it time off to see her, that’s just what you’d do.

“You should take some of that fire, and direct it at your boss. Tell him no for a change. I’d love to see his face at that!” She meant well, always trying to look out for you and your health when it came to your beyond demanding job. You weren’t even allowed to tell her a fraction of what you were doing in your professional life, and she knew it, but that didn’t stop her from being ready to throw fists at your employer at a moment’s notice.

“One does not simply tell the über-rich that they don’t need to fly to Paris, again. Being a PA is a full-time nannying gig, except your charge is an adult who can argue when you say no, and you cannot put them on timeout when they’re being a brat. Where he goes, I go, and unless something drastic happens, it will probably continue on like that for a while.” She laughed at your jokes, and your heart hurt a little less at her glee. You knew she would never give up on you or blame you for your work being unpredictable, but that didn’t make the sting of last-minute cancels and missed outings hurt any less, for either of you.

“But it must be nice, just getting on a plane and going somewhere amazing at the drop of a hat. Travelling the world like a superstar, meeting people, having amazing adventures with mysterious strangers…”

“Easy there, Mamma Mia, your wanderlust is showing. And I’d take you with me in a heartbeat if I could. You were born to be a jetsetter, not to be stuck in this town with nothing but the office cubicle beside you to stare at. And I still think you should apply for one of those immersive culture grants you keep mooning over. They’d be fools not to fund your writing expedition!” She was an incredible person, three full degrees to her name in the time it took a normal student to get one, and a brain that could run miles around the rest of the professionals in her field. But she was tethered to this quiet backwater town, and she wasn’t free to fly like she deserved.

“You know I can’t just… go, like you can. My mom, it’d just break her heart… I don’t want to leave her alone, not after Dad,” You honestly doubted that you’d ever meet a woman more horrible and undeserving of her own daughter’s kindness. Helen was a parasite full of lies and manipulations and greed, and she had attached herself like a bad rash to your friend after she’d chased away the rest of her family members.

Your friend searched for the good in everyone, but you wished she’d stop looking for it at that home.

“You deserve your own happiness and freedom, and she should be encouraging you to spread your wings if and when you’re ready.” Politicking your friend was never something you enjoyed. She was the last person you wanted to use your negotiating credentials and sly subterfuge tactics against, but you wanted, needed, her safety and health more. You considered it almost bribery; dangling her dream future in front of her in exchange of being rid of the garbage in her life.

“Hey now, we’re getting way too deep into sad-drunk night conversations, and this is strictly a happy-fun-drunk night. Please leave all baggage and woes at the door, thank you!” You admitted your defeat and surrendered your verbal power point on Why Helen Needs to Disappear. You would get her next time for sure, give her the accelerant to burn down that bridge. “Anyways, the reason I called was to remind you of our haunt for the night. One of the girls, Kelly, you remember Kelly, found this adorable little hole in the wall. A total boys’ club apparently: darts, pool, sports games on the TV, but Kelly’s sister’s friend’s brother Tyler said the place was a favourite of the local army guys. So, if nothing else, we’ll at least have some hunks to look at for a while. It’ll be great!”

You jotted down the directions to the bar as she listed them, and the time you were expected to arrive there.

“Oh! And wear that cute little blue number you bought last spring; I know you still have it so don’t you dare lie. It makes your ass and legs look divine, and I think you could stand to make a new acquaintance tonight.” That Little Blue Number was buried in the back of your closet where you had hoped it would remain forever, but luck was not on your side tonight it seemed. But it did make you look, and feel, fantastic.  It was just so… breezy. “And heels! Real ones, not your cute little personal assistant kitten heels. Those black strappy ones would work like a dream!” You just sighed dramatically into the receiver and agreed to her demands.

“I’ll let you go now, and yes, I suppose I can be presentable tonight, dress and all. See-ya later!”

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Hole in the wall was right. This place was basically underground it was so on the D.L. It was warm inside though, and in the middle of autumn with so much skin on display, you could not be more pleased to get away from the chilled outside air.

You would describe the interior as comfortable with a hint of rustic; lots of warm dark wood and low lights, mixed with the soft Latin music crooning in the background and the few patrons’ conversations adding to the ambience.

All in all, it was probably the nicest dive bar you’d been to in your hometown.

Your party was easy to spot where they had claimed a group of pushed together tables towards the far side of the establishment, and you carefully made your way over to them in your tricky high heels.

You said your hellos to returning faces and introduced yourself to the new additions, and accepted the chair you were pointed to and the drink pressed into your hand.

And so, the hours rolled.

You had enjoyed two fruity cocktails and a flaming shot before you called it quits on the alcohol for the night. You still had a few hours to sober up enough to drive home safely, and you would be able to help the girls get to their rides and ways home too. You appreciated having a social drink or two, but you didn’t care for hangovers and would happily take slightly tipsy over party-hard drunk anytime. Plus, your contract stated you were on-call, always, and you could be required to navigate high-stress negotiations at the drop of a hat. It was just better to cut yourself off, then reap the consequences of your actions later.

You tapped your friend’s shoulder as you walked past and leaned over to talk into her ear. “I’m getting some water for the table; do you want anything else?”

“Mmmm, no I think we’re good for now, thanks!” She was plastered already, but she had a huge grin on her face and was laughing at her co-workers’ stories, so you considered it a win of a night. You gave her a pat goodbye and swayed your way to the bar.

But you just were not accounting for the uneven floorboards, or how much your heels affected your currently less than steady equilibrium, and before you could blink you were teetering over into a nasty fall.

“Whoa there, easy does it, muñequita” Arms wrapped around you and pulled you back into a warm chest. “Careful now, don’t go twisting an ankle in those fancy shoes.”

You certainly did not account for the man you turned around to face. Wow.

His hands glided respectfully from where he had caught you around the waist to your still bent and held out elbows, steadying you as you swayed dangerously again.

Warm brown eyes, soft brown curls, and the sweetest smile you’d ever seen. It felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest, and you knew that it wasn’t left over adrenaline from your near wipeout. He was gorgeous and handling you so gently, and you wanted to spend forever in that moment.

“Hey there, palomita, I’m Frankie, can I buy you a drink?”

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